“We need to get to the security station,” you say, blessed with a sudden burst of insight.

“Really? Cause I think we need to get the fuck out of here,” snaps Marlena, “Tran’s dead. I don’t want to fucking join him.”

“Hang on Martian,” interjects Clayton, raising a hand. “What’s this about a security station, Ivan?”

“We can figure out how many there are, maybe even who’s responsible for all of this shit, if the cameras got it. There’s a lot we still don’t know yet about what happened here.”

“Good. Fuck this place,” mutter Marlena.

“Yeah,” assents Clayton, “but Ivan’s right. We’re being paid to figure out what happened here. You want a failure on your mission report, Marlena?”

Marlena looks as though she’s about to say something, but her chest quickly deflates. “No.”

“Me neither. Don’t want to be here long though. Nasty buggers, the lot of them. Don’t want to think what the kids and all look like.”

You pause, but decide it has to be said. “Those are the kids.”

Marlena and Clayton both look at you. “What?”

“I took and ident chit off of one of them. She’s just like the ones out in the hallway. Valla Greentree. Age eight,” you dangle the small bird shaped identity chit in front of your fellow squaddies.

“No,” breaths Marlena.

“Yes,” you answer, inhaling. “I think everything we’ve fought so far are just kids who were going in for much needed gene therapy.”

“The adults…” Marlena whispers, “What will they be like?”

“I don’t give a rat’s ass,” mutters Clayton as he pulls himself to his feet. “We are going to the security station. We are figuring out who did this. And we are putting a bullet in their brain. Move out squad.”

And with that Clayton leads you and Marlena into the black hallways of the clinic. Not for long though. Isn’t smart to keep a rifleman on point when there are two other CQC specialists in the squad. Eventually the three of you organize yourselves into a more tactically sound formation. Marlena at point, scanning the hallways with her heavily modified MPSE, Clayton in the middle, looking everywhere Marlena isn’t, and you at the back, scanning the squad’s six.

You don’t much care for all of this walking backwards nonsense. If there’s one thing you remember from the Ancient Earth Cultures minor you got, it’s that the guy in back always gets gibbed first in these sorts of situations. After the minorities that is. Thus far, everything seems to be following those established trends.

But hang on. Ladies often get gibbed too, as do foreigners, which you suppose Clayton qualifies as. Hang on, you might not be next on the casualty list!

>What do you conclude during your internal ramblings?
>You’ll die next. Guy in the back always dies next.
>Clayton’s fucked. He’s the only one here who doesn’t live on the Brick, which is about as close as we’ll come to the foreign guy.
>Marlena is doomed. She isn’t even remotely innocent, and that’s about the only way she could’ve survived this.
>Holy shit, this isn’t a fucking movie or video game or interactive online collaborative role playing game, these tropes don’t apply.
>Write in.

>>30333482
>Write in.
>Shit, we all have an equal chance of dying, I could be next, or we all could be next.

)>>30333482
Obviously Clayton is going to die, and this will cause a love confession out of Marlena.(Thus, dooming her too


Of course, what do I know about tropes?

>>30333482
>>Holy shit, this isn’t a fucking movie or video game or interactive online collaborative role playing game, these tropes don’t apply.

And anyway, the cocky foreigner asshole already died.

>>30333482
>>You’ll die next. Guy in the back always dies next.

>>30333482
>>write in
>>look over our shoulder

>>30333482
>Holy shit, this isn’t a fucking movie or video game or interactive online collaborative role playing game, these tropes don’t apply.

>>30333482
>>Marlena is doomed. She isn’t even remotely innocent, and that’s about the only way she could’ve survived this.

Yep.

>>30333482
>Marlena is doomed. She isn’t even remotely innocent, and that’s about the only way she could’ve survived this.

>>30333482

>Holy shit, this isn’t a fucking movie or video game or interactive online collaborative role playing game, these tropes don’t apply.


No man left behind.

>>30333482
>Holy shit, this isn’t a fucking movie or video game or interactive online collaborative role playing game, these tropes don’t apply.

Then feel like an asshole for thinking of movie tropes when a little girl won't see her dad alive ever again...

Alright, writing.

>>30333578
Tran was more of a douchbag then cocky, but 2 of 3 isn't bad.

>>30333482
>Holy shit, this isn’t a fucking movie or video game or interactive online collaborative role playing game, these tropes don’t apply.

<Hmmm… well I’m at the back of the group, and the other two are facing in the opposite direction. If anything circumstance dictates that I’ll be the next to die, so that Marlena and Clayton can turn around when they’ve noticed I stopped responding to see that I’ve vanished.>

<However! One must consider that Marlena is both female and not a terribly sympathetic character to the average viewer, considering the strong implications she traumatized Elda during the last mission. That instantly bumps her up past me on the kill list. Nothing old Earth horror media enjoyed more than giving an antagonistic female her bloody comeuppance.>

<But then again, misogyny is nothing compared to xenophobia. Or at least that’s what half of my professors said. The other half called them shitlords. But working on that premise, does that mean that Clayton is next, or is he too white and anglophonic to count as a proper Foreigner?>

<And I mean based on that, Tran already was the foreigner, so maybe that means Clayton's in the clear, unless he does something stupid like confessing to Marlena which seems unlikely since he has a girlfriend. Although, maybe Tran counted more as a minority dea- oh my god. What is wrong with me. Tran had a kid...>

<Still, the kid just put him at extra risk. Easy way to score emotional manipulation of the audience without making his character appealing…>

After several more minutes of deep thought, and managing to reach absolutely no internal consensus as to which person is going to die next, you abandon the somewhat grim mental exercise and return your attention to the task at hand. Yup. Corridor is still dark and creepy as all fuck. Sighing into your helmet, you go back to scanning the darkened hallway with your Model 223.

“Ivan. Body on your 3. Don’t trip.”

You grunt in acknowledgment of Clayton’s warning and sidestep the leg of one of the deceased scientists. You look back down at the corpse, and notice something poking out from underneath a bloody lab coat.

“Hang on squad. I think I found something.”

Clayton and Marlena come to a stop as you walk forward and pull the thing out from underneath the dead scientist. Another tablet. You power it on.

Unlocked AND with the email client open once more. What are the odds? You scan through the inbox, reading as many emails as you can before the battery dies once more

>7/12/22XX Re: Progress Report (http://pastebin.com/eQjVkFz4)
>8/02/22XX Re: Progress Report Cont. (http://pastebin.com/MVYnTXuD)
>8/10/22XX Re: Feeling Better? (http://pastebin.com/yimJEqMU)
>8/21/22XX Re: SBLT Production (http://pastebin.com/yXAtdipb)

“Shit,” Clayton grunts “Well I’m no longer convinced it was the Sandflow kids after all now.”

“Yeah,” Marlena mutters, “That Jax guy seemed pretty bitter about losing his position of this Singh doctor person.”

“I wasn’t thinking of Jax,” responds Clayton, “I was thinking about that UHGV-0114 virus thingy and the SBLT, whatever that is. Seems like they were fucking around with people’s genetics without their knowledge or permission. My guess, it finally bit them in the ass in a big way.”

>What do you think Ivan?

>>30334115
I thought we were saying that outloud over the comms for a second.
That would've been glorious.

>>30334187
Maybe that intern still has something to do with it.

>>30334187
"I think you might be right, Clayton. Still, we can't rule out that Jax might've done something to the treatment, and he might've gotten that Sandflow kid to help."

>>30334187
I think they were in over their heads with this SBLT treatment and corporate rushing the project didn't help. They fucked up big time.

>>30334187
"Why is it always the secret research projects going horribly wrong?"

we should try to find this intern if he's still alive maybe destroy all the data on this thing so it won't get out and infect more people.

>>30334187
>>What do you think Ivan?
Nobody is stupid enough to test a therapy still in alpha stage on an unknowing population

For some reason, I am not sure that the guy who ordered this test actually cares about Biodyne's future.

>>30334187

loot the scientist

>>30334187
>What do you think Ivan?
Besides this shit being fucked?

>>30334519
>Nobody is stupid enough to test a therapy still in alpha stage on an unknowing population

Ivan has watched too many old Earth movies to believe that.

>>30334187
Loot the scientist body.

Alright writing.

You kneel back down next to the dead scientist and begin rifling through his belongings. His wallet blesses you with a windfall of 459 credits and a confirmation of his identity. His employee access card reads “Jax Carver, Senior Geneticist Astra Nova”. You palm it, thing might come in handy later. As you check his other pockets you speak. “I’d say no one with BiodYne’s best interests at heart would test an alpha stage gene therapy on an unknowing population. But I’ve seen more than enough horror flicks to know better than that.”

You stand up, the only other things in Dr. Carver’s pockets a few sticks of stale gum and ancient Ron Paul silver dollar. You pocket the coinage. The Ron Pauls were rumored to vibrate when danger was afoot. “I’m with Clayton. The situation just got out of control.”

Marlena clicks her tongue in irritation. “This is real life Kostov. THINGS like those aren’t the result of some screwy gene therapies. They are intentional. No other way it could happen. Not unless SBLT was some sort of combat gene mod or something. And I somehow doubt that.”

Clayton gestures the rest of the squad forward. You reform back into position and begin to scurry down the corridor once more. As you walk, Clayton speaks. “They say that “Devhara” or whatever could bring BiodYne tremendous profits. What if that’s what it was? Subtle combat gene mods as their opening volley in the military bioware market?”

“Then why try it out on a civilian population, especially one hostile to gene mods,” hisses back Marlena. “Sounds incredibly fucking stupid.”

The three of you walk into a large room once more. Looks like another waiting room. Unlike the first one, it’s a mess. Broken seats are scattered around, along with broken bodies. The eviscerated remains of a security team lies scattered throughout the room, as well as one or two horribly mutated grey corpses. “Looks like the pediatrics got the better of Corp Sec,” mumbles Clayton, kicking one of the twisted children's bodies over with his toe. A hole in the center of it’s forehead. Pointing his head at a large pair of sealed doors at the far end of the waiting room, Clayton activates his headbeams.

The words stand out in scratched red paint.

“Adult Wing,” whispers Marlena, her words echoing in your helmet.

No, not just in your helmet. In the entire waiting room echoes with her words. You and Clayton look at her. “Let’s try to not use the PA speakers nex-” his reprimand is cut off by a loud banging sound. Flesh against metal.

The three of you instinctively run for cover, Clayton running behind a pillar, Marlena behind one of the few intact lines of seats, while you dive behind the reception desk counter. The three of you grip your weapons, pointing them at the sealed doors to the adult wing, as the banging gets louder and louder and louder.

>What should the Squad do?
>Pull back. Go to the Security Station like you originally planned. Only this time, run. Roll 3d10
>Stand your ground. Prepare for combat. Roll 3d10
>Write In Probably roll a 3d10 for that one too.

>>30335050
>Ron Paul silver dollar
HE DID IT
HE FINALLY DID IT!

Rolled 8, 2, 8 = 18

>>30335073
>>Pull back. Go to the Security Station like you originally planned. Only this time, run. Roll 3d10
FUCK THIS, LEG IT

>>30335073
>>Pull back. Go to the Security Station like you originally planned. Only this time, run. Roll 3d10

>>30335073
>Pull back. Go to the Security Station like you originally planned. Only this time, run. Roll 3d10

Rolled 9, 10, 5 = 24

>>30335105
forgot muh roll

Rolled 4, 2, 7 = 13

>>30335073
>Stand your ground. Prepare for combat.

>>30335073
>Pull back. Go to the Security Station like you originally planned. Only this time, run. Roll 3d10

Though if we can leave any traps behind us, or anything else to seriously slow down the Not-Zombies, do it.

Rolled 9, 3, 3 = 15

>>30335117
Shit I'm trying to roll dice but can't

>>30335187
OI! Don't you quote my post!

Alright, we're running back to the security station like little girls. But smart little girls. Like ones who are in accelerated math and shit like that. Writing.

>>30335191
Must have clicked on the wrong post, sorry about that.

Rolled 6, 1, 5 = 12

>>30335073

>Pull back. Go to the Security Station like you originally planned. Only this time, run. Roll 3d10

If we stay here we'll die just like this security team lets head to that security room we can hold out there, if need be.

>>30335331

NO!! Dice gods why do you forsake me!

Rolled 10, 8, 1 = 19

>>30335073
>>Pull back. Go to the Security Station like you originally planned. Only this time, run. Roll 3d10
We need a better location fast. Look at the last guys who fought here.

“Shit,” you bellow over the squad comm channel, “Let’s get the fuck out of here!”

Clayton takes control of the situation once more. “Alright team! Ivan you on point, me middle, Malrena rear. To the security station! Double time!”

There’s something about borderline post-human mercenaries of the year 22XX that few people realize. They’re still human. They still have human emotions, like joy and anger and sadness. And fear. And when a superhuman mercenary’s flight or fight response kicks in, well that’s quite a sight. Were you not so focused on not shitting your envirosuit you would have been amazed at how quickly the three of you ran back to the security station, kicking off of walls and pillars to change direction as modified muscles pounded boots against the ground. However, you’re a little preoccupied with putting as much distance as possible between yourself and what ever was hammering on the door, which had begun to scream in a shrill warbling pitch.

You skid to a stop in front of the security station doors and attempt to open them, pounding away on the touch screen with a tremulous index finger. Eventually Clayton shows the clearheadedness of a squad leader and relieves you of Jax Carver access card, slamming it against the reader.

The doors slide open and all three of you fall into the security station, blinded by the light.

Blinded. Blinded by the light. Light?

You are the first to realize the implications of this, as you scramble to your feet, Model 223 in hand, pointing it around the room as flashing shapes fade from your vision. Eventually your massive revolver comes to rest aimed at a man cowering in the corner of the security station. Fresh glowstrips slapped against the wall shine, bathing him in harsh bluish light.

“Oh by the Red Mother please please please please please don’t kill me,” the man gasps between sobs,.”I didn’t do anything I swear!”

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>>30335591
>What does Ivan do?
>>In the likely event you start asking questions, what shall they be?

>>30335694
get everyone inside and slam the door

Sorry about the delay there guys, the site I found that gif at would not freaking load it at a decent pace.

>>30335704
also ignore crying man whilst doing it

>>30335694
Check to see if your position is fortified. Ask him what happened here. Mention the light sensitivity thing too.

Rolled 1, 2, 7 = 10

>>30335694
First, get everyone inside and close the door.

Then start asking the following questions:
Who are you?
How are you involved with this?
WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?
WHAT IS THAT THING?

>>30335694
Close the door. Look around the room.

>>30335694
Get everyone in, close the door, look around the room.

Ask the scared bastard who he is, what happened, how he was involved, why he isn't dead, if there are any other survivors.

>>30335694
Ivan begins rattling off questions without pause. "Who the fuck are you?! What are you doing here?! How the fuck are you still alive?!"

>>30335694

Keep the gun pointed at him. Close the door and say "Who are you? Name and rank, NOW! And what was going on in this facility?"

>>30335694
"Barry Vickers, today is your lucky day."

Right! Writing! Ben writing for a bit too.

Clayton and Marlena are now on their feet too, guns aimed at the man in the corner. Figuring he’s not doing anything unexpected any time soon, you almost skitter backwards and close the doors to the security station. Returning your attention to the security station you notice several signs of inhabitation that you missed previously in your disorientation. Bedding and foam mattresses, probably spares from the holding cells attached to the security station, lie pushed against the wall. Wrappers of NutriChow, the premier brand of food for incarcerated individuals (9/10 redictivists prefer it!), litter the floor. Clayton seems to have made the same observations as you. “Other people…” he mutters into the squad channel.

Marlena brooks no such distractions, yanking off her helmet before striding forward and slamming the crying man against a wall. “Who are you,” she hisses, face centimeters away from the man’s, “who are you? What the fuck is going on? Did you fucking do it?”

“Ivan,” Clayton barks over the squad comm link. You know what he wants from you. Rushing forward, you pull Marlena off of the crying man, and he collapses back to the ground. Clayton hurries forward and crouches down next the the man, removing his helmet and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey now,” he says in a steady voice, “Hey. We’re here to help you. We’re here to help. Don’t be afraid. It’s all going to be okay.”

As Marlena stops struggling against your grasp, you release her. The merc stumbles away from you, muttering something about tard strength. You choose to ignore it, and remove your own helmet. You grin down at the man, an expression that does not extend to your eyes, which remain cold and distant. “Hey Barry Vickers,” you say off the cuff, “Today is your lucky day.”

This comment seems to break the man out of his state of shock, as he shakes his head and looks up at you. “I… I’m not Barry Vickers. I’m Logan,” he swallows. “Logan Sandflow.”

>What do?
>What questions do you ask of Logan?
>>Also, how do you ask these questions:
>>Aggressively, use intimidation tactics
>>Gently. He's scared enough
>>Quickly, flood him with questions so he doesn't have time to think of a lie
>Or do you just stick with your initial hunch and shoot him dead?

>>30336154
>Gently. He's scared enough

"What happened?
What are those things?
Is anyone else alive?"

Rolled 2, 10, 8 = 20

>>30336154
>>What questions do you ask of Logan?
Who are you?
What is your role in this place?
How are you involved with this?
WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?
WHAT IS THAT THING?

>>Gently. He's scared enough

>>30336154
>Quickly, flood him with questions so he doesn't have time to think of a lie
Also restrain him, just in case

>>30336154
>>>Quickly, flood him with questions so he doesn't have time to think of a lie

Ask him what caused these mutations.

>>30336154
>>Gently. He's scared enough
Who are you?
What is your role in this place?
How are you involved with this?
What the fuck happened?

Rolled 54

Fall Guy is doing an image dump somewhere, so he might be a little slow or something fuck I dunno why the fuck are you using IRC to convey this you shit take a cooldown to post here yourself fuck.

>>30336154

"Nice to meet you logan. We're here to secure the base, try to keep people alive. That means you! But we need to know what happened to do that."
"Something about a bio-infection-weapon thing breaking out, yeah?"

Deciding a more personable approach than the one Marlena adopted might be called for, you lower yourself down so that you’re on eye level with Logan, although you take care to maintain some distance from him. Don’t want to intrude on his personal space after all. You decide to start things off easy. Questions you know the answers to. “So, Logan is it? What was your job here at this Clinic?”

Logan nods to himself before speaking up, his voice breaking slightly. “I-I am ah… was an intern here.”

You smile broadly, an expression that fails to spread to your eyes, which remain cool and distant. “Well that’s great Logan, because we’ve been hired by BiodYne to secure this clinic and keep people alive. People like you anyway.”

You pause. Clayton provides a perfunctory and hollow bark of laughter. “Listen Logan,” you say, leaning forward slightly, your smile slipping away to a more natural serious expression “I was wondering, how did you manage to survive in here for so long? How long has it been for you, exactly? Were there other people here?”

Logan swallows and nods once more. His eyes water slightly. “Y-yes. Yes. Other people. A few other people. Didn’t know all of them. Some gene therapists and an EMS guy, Gus. And the boss-man, Barry Vickers was here too!”

“Alright,” you say, encouraged by his sudden outburst of information, “Where are they now, Logan?”

Logan deflates slightly. “Gone,” he whispers. “At one point or another they tried to make a break for it. Either to get out or to restore power.”

“When did power go down,” interjects Clayton urgently.

Logan looks at Clayton with distant eyes. “Five days ago? I don’t know. I lost track of time a little.”

“I didn’t mind,” Logan continues, a shrill chuckle escaping his throat. “I didn’t mind when the power went down. Meant we couldn’t see the security feeds any more. See what they were doing.”

“Doing? What were they doing?”

Clayton doesn’t need to ask WHO was doing those things. All three of you already know.

“Things… things. When they found people hiding or busted open a set of doors… I- I didn’t watch. Tried not to listen.”

“Alright, that’s okay,” you say, placing your own hand on Logan’s shoulder. “Listen Logan. I- we- we all need to know. Do you know how this all happened? Were you involved in anyway? WE need to know so that we can help you.”

Logan looks up at you, eyes wide and full of tears. “I-I-I can’t. I just can’t. I’m an employee of BiodYne now, and I can’t expose trade secrets. I can’t tell you.”

>What do you say Ivan?
>Roll a 3d10 something or other check while you’re at it.

Rolled 7, 1, 10 = 18

>>30337015

Rolled 3, 3, 6 = 12

>>30337015

>>30337015
Just tell him that we already know that they were testing SBLT on the patient population, we just need more details.

Also say that anything he shares with us is covered by the NDA we signed when we got given the mission. (Doesn't matter if that is true or not, it sounds realistic enough for a merc company )

Rolled 8, 5, 4 = 17

>>30337015

Rolled 6, 3, 4 = 13

>>30337015
>>Roll a 3d10 something or other check while you’re at it.

Can't expose trade secrets? Are you afraid that they are going to feed you to mutant flesh eating experiments gone wrong if you expose their trade secrets? We were hired by biodyne to find out what happened here.

Rolled 4, 2, 4 = 10

>>30337015

Rolled 3, 1, 3 = 7

>>30337015
>Point the 223 at him. "You've got ten seconds to start talking before I add you to the list of BiodYne casualties"

We don't have time to babysit and cuddle him when we don't even know if he was involved or not.

Rolled 8, 7, 3 = 18

>>30337015
"We're mercenaries subcontracted with BioDyne for this mission. Our objectives include, and I quote "Uncover the cause of the clinic going silent". While we don't want to see you die, we cannot guarantee your survival, and BioDyne at -least- needs to know what happened here so they can avoid repeat incidents in the future."

Rolled 10, 8, 18 = 36

>>30337081
>Just tell him that we already know that they were testing SBLT on the patient population, we just need more details.
No no no. You just say you know about SBLT. Let him come to the conclusion of knowing about testing.

Rolled 1, 7, 7 = 15

>>30337015
We're WORKING for BiodYne right now, and they want to know what's going on.

Besides, we've seen plenty of classified information already, we know that you guys were testing SBLT and UHGV-0114, and we're you're best shot at getting out of this alive. From what I know, the other guys thought very highly of you. You can do more than this, but you need to tell us what you know first.

Rolled 5, 6, 1 = 12

>>30337015

Rolled 11, 5, 18 = 34

>>30337147
>d20s
Maybe next time I won't stop reading at 'dice+3d'

>>30337167
You done it again.

Rolled 6, 2, 5 = 13

>>30337191
Yeah. I may just go to sleep & catch up on this come morning or, at least, stop doing four things at once so I can focus a little.

>>30337015

we can only get out of here if we discover exacly what happened, so the sooner you talk the sooner we can all go

Rolled 1, 10, 4 = 15

>>30337015
"Logan, BiodYne specifically requested that we find out what happened here, you can tell us, we're under an NDA for any information we find in here.

I already know about SBLT, just answer my questions, please."

Alright, writing

>>30337015
>Logan looks up at you, eyes wide and full of tears. “I-I-I can’t. I just can’t. I’m an employee of BiodYne now, and I can’t expose trade secrets. I can’t tell you.”

"Yeah, yeah, misss *head briefing exec* herself told us to get down here and fix the situation. "
"Thing is, about standard merc contracts, we're part of biodyne company! at least temporarily. You can tell us anything without getting into trouble."

Rolled 1, 1, 9 = 11

>>30337015
"I'm going to shoot your fucking kneecaps off and throw you out if you don't answer."

“Listen Logan,” your hand on his shoulder transforms into a vice, “We know about SBLT. We know BiodYne was testing it on civvies without informed consent. We know about UGHV-0114. Nothing you can say now could possibly compromise BiodYne any more than it already has been.”

Marlena nods and hefts her MPSE until the barrel is pointing right in Logan’s face. The interview is veering back into her area of expertise. “Logan. You have exactly ten seconds to fess up before I add you to the already extensive list of BiodYne casualties.”

Clayton scowls and pushes the weapon down before addressing Logan once more. “Listen mate, we’re under an NDA as temporary contract workers for BiodYne. Right now, everything you say, you say to fellow employees of BiodYne. We don’t give two shits that BiodYne was testing some sort of combat gene mod gone wrong. You can be honest with us.”

Logan looks up at the three of you, bewildered. “You. You don’t really know anything do you? SBLT isn’t some sort of combat gene augmentation or something like that! It stands for Sustained Biological Longevity Therapy! A sequence designed to repair damage to the chromosomes, while constantly generating new telomeres.”

“Telomeres?”

“The junk sequences at the end of chromosomes,” Logan replies, growing more lucid the more he talks about science shit, “We’ve known for a long time that telomeres are the barrier between humans and the onset of old age. SBLT was supposed to introduce a new sequence, with multiple redundancies and failsafes built in, that stimulated hyperactive production of telomeres. It was supposed to be the key to immortality!”

“Then what the fuck is UHGV-0114?”

“Universal Human Genome Virus, number 0114. BiodYne’s specially patented and proprietary lentiviral vector for new gene sequences. It can be somewhat unstable, but it’s infection rate is higher than any other lentivirus on market, and faster than any other too.”

Shaking your head, you desperately wish that Dr. Tran was still around to translate some of this biologic gobbledygook into plain English. Clearly Logan is too smart for normal interaction. You press on. “So what you’re saying is that SBLT can’t have caused these mutations?”

“Fuck no,” cries Logan derisively, “What Dr. Carver and I were concerned about when Dr. Singh ordered us to begin prepping SBLT for mass production with UGHV-0114 was a spike in cancer incidents. Not a bunch of goddamn mutant cannibals.”

Clayton shakes his head. “Then where the fuck did it come from? Because it HAD to have been from the SBLT treatments. That’s the only constant I can think of among all of these patients.”

“I don’t know,” snaps Logan, eyes widening, “All Dr. Carver and I did was insert SBLT into the UGHV-0114 vector. Then Dr. Carver delivered it to Dr. Singh for final proliferation.”

“Tell me then,” whispers Marlena sweetly, “Where is this Dr. Singh character then?”

Logan swallows and presses himself against the wall. “I’m not sure. We had contact with him before power went out. He had barricaded himself in his office. In the Adult Wing.”

>What will Ivan do?
>WE MUST GO DEEPER. TO THE ADULT WING.
>Alright you know what? This is good enough for me. Let’s snag Logan and get the fuck out of here.
>Write In

Forgive the SCIENCE is these last two posts. I only have a passing familiarity with gene therapy and shit like that.

>>30337796
>WE MUST GO DEEPER. TO THE ADULT WING.
Let's not leave this thing half done.

Rolled 4, 5, 7 = 16

>>30337796
>>WE MUST GO DEEPER. TO THE ADULT WING.
DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE!

Okay, so they were not aware of the effect SBLT would have on people. Smell fishy.

>>30337796
>Investigate
Given that we're in the security office and the power is back on, let's look at the cameras and see what's out there.

Let's also look at archived footage and see what the 'adult' mutant things look like.

Also, could we contact the dropship from here with like a hard line or something?

>>30337796
>WE MUST GO DEEPER. TO THE ADULT WING.

This can only end well!

>>30337796
Sons of bitches were trying to make immortality serum.

That explains the name.

>>30337796

>>30337876
This is a good point, do this before GOING DEEPER.

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>>30337796
>>WE MUST GO DEEPER. TO THE ADULT WING.


Although my choice would be pic related..

>>30337796
>>Write In

Reactivate security, now that power's back up, we can use it to our advantage

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Rolled 8, 8, 1 = 17

>>30337876
>Let's also look at archived footage and see what the 'adult' mutant things look like.
Probably pic related

>>30337796
We got the power back on, and we're in the security office.

Let's look at what the cameras see, look through older footage so we know what we're up against, maybe we can find Singh's office on the cameras.

>>30337907
To be fair, absolutely nobody expected people to start going mutant cannibal.

It's even admitted that shit was impossible unless deliberately tampered with.

>>30337796
Deeper, Logan. Let us all see what you hath wrought...

>>30337907
I was hoping somebody would have picked up on SBLT's true purpose from the name the Martha Sirra used for it in the email chain.

"Devraha" is a reference to Devraha Baba, a Siddah Yogi who supposedly lived for like a ridiculous amount of time.

Good on you for catching that anon.

Oh, after we check the camera footage, can we please cable tie this guy up before HEADING DEEPER!

He might be lying right to our face, and at least this way he stays here in the security office sand not making any mischief.

Alright, check security footage before doing anything stupid. Writing.

>>30338091
Speaking of going deeper, can we ask him where the PA system is, so we can use it to deafen the freaks? They seem to be sensitive to sound...

>>30338269
Oh yeah, forgot about that...

Might as well ask.

>>30338269
Couldn't hurt. Plus there might be some other survivors hiding there.

>>30338269
Sounds like an excuse to pump some old fashioned tunes throughout the complex. I like it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aSz1eZXpMKY

“Well, I’m not finished with this shit just yet,” you say as you walk up to the security console, “not until we get to the bottom of this anyway.”

You turn on the console and using Dr. Carver’s status as Senior Geneticist, you open up the security camera control suite. Clicking around you eventually bring all of the cameras in the adult wing up on the big screen. They’re all pitch black. “Logan,” you say without turning around, “Are the cameras in the clinic equipped with night vision by any chance?”

“I dunno,” Logan mumbles in response.

Sighing to yourself, you begin to dick around with various settings. After a few moments however, you grin. “Bingo.”

The security cameras switch to infrared. They fail to reveal much about the Adult Wing, everything having long cooled off to a uniform temperature after days without air conditioning. Except…

A large shape, barely perceptible on the screen, moves. “What the…” you murmur as you attempt to increase the contrast. A large and roughly humanoid shape coalesces before you on the screen. Roughly Humanoid. Long arms and long legs, at least compared to its torso. You imagine that whatever is moving in the adult wing is large, although you have no way to confirm that, lacking anything to compare it to. You step away from the screen, and notice that Marlena and Clayton are both staring at it, rapt. “I don’t like the look of that thing,” you mutter.

“I don’t think anyone does.”

“What should we do about it,” murmurs Marlena.

“Well, if this thing is anything like the kids,” you say as you open up the PA system, “It probably doesn’t like loud noises.”

“I’ve got just the thing for it,” declares Clayton as he uploads a file to the station net. “Love my little Evie to death, but she just can’t play the pipes for her life.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qRpdP5qr24I

Your helmet’s noise filters come on with a vengeance as the awful bagpipe music blares over the station PA system. Logan drops to the ground, clutching his ears. You bind his hands and legs together with some of your wrist clamps while Clayton arranged some old foam mattresses into impromptu earmuffs for the pained intern. “WE’LL COME BACK FOR YOU,” Clayton bellows over the din as the three of you file out of the security station, closing and locking the door behind you.

You all jog at a reasonable rate through the hallways no longer fearful of ambush by the things. And right you were to fear ambush, because as you enter into the waiting room before the adult wing you notice five more of the things writhing on the ground, clutching their heads. Quickly dispatching them with massive cranial damage, the three of you assemble near the doorway.

“Alright,” announces Clayton on the squad channel, “Into the belly of the beast.”

>How shall you enter the belly of the beast?
>Any clever strategies before Clayton or Marlena opens up the door?

>>30338911
I was hoping for more of a punk rock sort of thing, but whatevs, that works too.

Rolled 10, 5, 10 = 25

>>30338911
Lets enter through the door of course.

We should ready flashbangs and grenades for when the "adult" comes out.

>>30338911
Cautiously. Make sure one of us is watching the rear at all times.

Have Flashbangs ready for use in case the big guys don't go down that easily.

When we kill one make sure its dead, and not just faking.

>>30338911
Alright, mea culpa, that was a pretty bad prompt. Writing the next bit.

Rolled 9, 2, 6 = 17

>>30338911
Dispense euthanasia as we carefully scoot along. Flashbang the fuck out of the big one when we come across it and then kill the fuck out of it. Dismember that shit preferably.

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While I write, I'd like to run a quick poll.

What sort of missions would you, the player, like to see Ivan go on? I'm feeling something fun and lighthearted personally. What would you like to see the in the next mission, be it in terms of tone or content?

Pic unrelated, I just happen to like it

>>30339254
Something fun and lighthearted could be a good follow-up to this one.

If you mean in general, I'd like to see a mixture. If you stick to one tone consistently it will start to get samey and dull.

>>30339254
I'd like to do a VIP guarding mission at some big event.

Like guarding some future tweeny pop star from creepy molesters.

>>30339303

Shooting up hordes of paparazzi?

Why not?

>>30339254
Something along the lines of MGR.

Except with an axe.

We also have to obtain a robotic companion.

>>30339254

I want to been in melee combat on top of a train/car

>>30339254
Something fun and light hearted next does sound fun.

Also, at some point I'd like an over the top action movie for a mission, killing terrorists or nazis or something like that, fighting a BART on top of a train, and walking away from explosions.

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Rolled 5, 5, 7 = 17

>>30339254
This >>30339296
Enjoyable missions are always nice. Dance party when?

I would not vigorously oppose a trip to planet catgirl. Yes I know that won't be happening.

>>30339254
Something with a friend might be nice, regardless of the content of the mission. Spending some time with people who care about Ivan might be a good way to get him back up and running at full snark capacity, even while on the job.

I guess a convoy mission would be pretty rad. Protect a vehicle with some valuable cargo on a trip through hostile territory.

Rolled 2, 9, 3 = 14

>>30339254
Something fun and lighthearted, like a mission against an army of clowns.

>>30339254
I'm up for anything in-between fun/lighthearted to You will not survive territory.

Smash and grabs are always nice. Anything from people to tech to information.

Rolled 1, 4, 2 = 7

>>30339254
fun and lighthearted seems to be what the good doctor would order, but he's dead now...

some brainless fun and combat would be good to get back to the swing of things, and get the nightmares out of Ivans head

>>30339477
>fun and lighthearted seems to be what the good doctor would order, but he's dead now
Pretty sure he would order a hearty dose of 'fuck off, neanderthal'.

>>30339527
>Pretty sure he would order a hearty dose of 'fuck off, neanderthal'.
Pretty sure we're gonna see him again.

IN OUR NIGHTMARES!

>>30339605
I hope so. I do enjoy the dream bits.

>>30339605
>"GLRRRG URK, GLERK!"

>"Jesus Doc, I said I was sorry okay! I had other things occupying my attention while it was eating you!"

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Resting your hand on your flashbangs, you nod at Clayton. The three of you stand back from the entrance as Clayton runs Dr. Carver’s access card over the scanner. The doors to the Adult Wing creak as they open, somewhat off their rails from the beating that whatever is in there delivered. You are about to ponder what sort of thing could do such damage to the heavy doors of the Adult Wing when the culprit presents itself, barrelling out into the lobby and shrieking loudly. A small detached part of your brain notes with pleasure that this new thing hasn’t noticed any of you yet, too disoriented by the painful blaring of the bagpipes over the PA system.

The three of you take the opportunity to back away from the thing while it screeches its displeasure at the musical ambiance. You are closest to it, loading airburst rounds into your Model 223. Marlena is a few meters behind you, crouching behind a row of seats as she switches over to bolo rounds. Clayton is furthest back, taking cover behind the reception desk as he also switches over to a mag of airbursts.

The Thing is standing in roughly the middle of the waiting room. The entire squad is to its left, Ivan is closest to it at five meters away, Marlena about eight meters away, and Clayton furthest back at fifteen meters away. Marlena has two fragmentation grenades. Clayton has another three frag grenades, as well as a one use GOLP3 Mini, with a HEAT warhead loaded.

>You control the entire Squad now!
>Give an action sequence for
>Ivan
>Marlena
>Clayton

>>If this proves to be too complicated, we can go back to just Ivan and I’ll have the other run on autopilot.

>>30339683
>Ivan
Throw frag and then fire air burst round

>Marlena
Throw frag and then fire a round

>Clayton
Fire HEAT round (timed to hit when the grenades go off)

>>30339683
I'm thinking we have Ivan throw the flashbang in its face/in front of it, then when its stunned move around behind it, Marlena can keep its attention with her shotgun and grenades and Clayton can setup for a killing blow with his GOLP3 and help Marlena and us out by using his frags.

We want to get in its blind spots to fuck up its limbs with our axe, Marlena wants to deal some damage and keep it wounded and confused with her and Claytons nades while Clayton lines up to finish it.

Rolled 4, 3, 6 = 13

>>30339683
>Ivan
Open with a flashbang and start shooting it with your Model 223.
>Marlena
Shoot it
>Clayton
Open with a frag grenade and ready your golp

>>30339827
>>30339806
>>30339787
Easy on the grenades, kids. We should save those for multiple-hostile engagements

>>30339866
true, lets not burn through all of them yet

Alright, compiled votes and writing.

9 3d10 rolls.

Rolled 9, 2, 2 = 13

>>30339954

Rolled 4, 3, 8 = 15

>>30339954
FUCK YOUR COUCH NIGGER

Rolled 7, 3, 2 = 12

>>30339954

Rolled 10, 2, 3 = 15

>>30339954

Rolled 1, 1, 1 = 3

>>30339954
WE'RE GONNA DIE

Rolled 7, 5, 4 = 16

>>30339954
Time to bend over for the bot.

>>30339970
>>30339976
>>30339984
This can only end well.

Rolled 7, 6, 5 = 18

>>30339954

>>30340017
Yep

Rolled 3, 3, 7 = 13

>>30339954
Rolling

Rolled 4, 7, 6 = 17

>>30340017
Wow.

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Rolled 1, 2, 3 = 6

>>30340017
Oh god.

Rolled 10, 7, 2 = 19

>>30340017
I am so so sorry

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>>30340017
Alright then.

Didn't actually think I'd see it in my 3d10 system.

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>>30340017
I would like to request that you go sit in the corner and stop rolling for the rest of the night.

Rolled 2, 10, 9 = 21

>>30340071
YOU CAN'T STOP ME

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>>30339683
You know, it's funny. I've been through the entire archive in the last week or so, and I've yet to see a single "F5" reaction image or gif. I don't know if that says good things or bad things about the readers, but I sure know I can't stop clicking back to this quest, so...

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>>30340017

>>30340098
>F5
>Not using auto update

>>30340098
Why thank you anon. I'm glad to see you're enjoying yourself

I know I am right now.

>>30340121
Hey, I'm an old-fashioned kinda guy. It's like having a manual transmission in your car. F5 really gives you the *feeling* of updating, you know?

Rolled 4, 10, 3 = 17

>>30340175
so does clicking on the update button to force update on 4ChanX when 15 second updates are not fast enough

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>>30340017
>them boleave
You said it, captcha.
GET OUT

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>>30340085
>that roll
SIT IN THE GODDAMN CORNER OR I WILL SKIN YOU AND USE YOUR FLESH AS A WANK RAG

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Rolled 10, 9, 3 = 22

>>30340017
We're fucked.

Rolled 8, 1, 1 = 10

>>30340270
NO

Well this will certainly be an interesting update to write.

I'll try to compile the rolls, hammer out a plan of action, maybe even do a PoV shift or something, all that good stuff.

Writing

And loling

>>30340275
FUCKING E-MAIL FIELDS YOU FUCKERS GODDAMN IT'S LIKE SHADOW QUEST ALL OVER AGAIN FUCKING FUCK

>>30340288
YES. AND I JUST DID IT WHILE YOU WERE READING THIS.

BY THE WAY, YOU REALLY NEED TO GET THAT RASH LOOKED AT, IT'S REALLY KILLING THE MOOD FOR ME.

Rolled 5, 7, 4 = 16

>>30340317
lolwut?

Rolled 1, 1, 1 + 0 = 3

>>30340309
test post

Rolled 10, 1, 7 = 18

>>30340519
why are you rolling 3d1?

You are Clayton Burnside. You hate losing squadmates on missions. You also hate genetically modified cannibal mutant children in darkened Gene Therapy Clinics, although you didn’t know about that particular aversion until about five hours ago. All in all, this has turned into quite the shitshow of a mission. Should have never left the rookie alone with Tran. If only you had been there… You decide to sort out your frustrations the best way you know how. Raising your M24 to your shoulder you begin to pump off bursts from the weapon, watching in satisfaction as the shots swarm around the Thing in the center of the room.

They aren’t terribly accurate volleys, but with airbursts, you don’t really need to worry about that. Chunks of meat fly off of the Thing as various shots detonate in the air around it. Huh. Didn’t know Ivan had an airburst too.

>>30340542
Testing zero-width characters in the email field to see if you can fake rolls with them.

Rolled 2, 10, 8 = 20

>>30340593
4chanX shows in your post what you roll
>Rolled 3d1: 1, 1, 1 + 0 = 3

>>30340309
Guys, I think I may have figured out the culprit, his plans for this clinic, and his motivations for doing so. I'm about to sleep, so anybody want to my guesses?

test spoiler, really wouldn't wanna screw this part up

>>30340674
No regular 4chan does that by default

>>30340680
Lay it on us.

You are now Marlena Redskies. You have switched over to your bolo rounds for a very simple reason. You know that these mutant fucks can recover from normal bullet wounds. However, you doubt their ability to stand back up after getting their fucking limbs shot off. You press the butt of your MPSE into your shoulder and take aim. The rest of the squadron is blasting the Thing with airbursts. The concussive blasts are satisfying, but you can see the steam rising from the monster. It’s healing the minute craters off. No, this requires far less finesse than exploding bullets provide.

“Bolo incoming!”

The MPSE bucks against your shoulder as it sends two tungsteel balls down the waiting room, attached together by a thin thread of carbon nanotubes. The shot strikes true, tearing a leg off of the screeching Thing. You grin, teeth gleaming in the flashes of gunfire. Just then, the gunfire abates. Clayton and Kostov both bellow “Reloading,” over the squad commlink. You take aim the the Thing’s arm. Time to bring this son of a bitch down. You begin to depress the trigger.

Then you hear Ivan shout over the comm channel. “Engaging in CQC, hold fire!”

Too late. You watch in horror as the bolo bursts forth from your shotgun. And severs Ivan’s right arm immediately below the elbow.

>>30340849
Whelp.

>>30340745
Okay, so here's the basicest gist: Indian boss is the mole, and leaked info about BiodYne's latest project to a rival company. They paid him to introduce a foreign vector into Bio's genemod. This would generate negative publicity, and eliminate a potential competitor. He's holed up in his office for now, but he may have another way out, like pherimones that make him invisible to the muties or some shit. That last part is entirely speculative, of course. Maybe his new employers left him SOL...
That's it for me, folks. I'll see if I was right or not tomorrow. (jesus I hope these spoilers work)

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>>30340849
Goddamnit Ivan you dipstick.

Rolled 9, 4, 8 = 21

>>30340849
Fuck.

>>30340849
Robot arm time.

Rolled 4, 5, 10 = 19

>>30340849
Grit check

>>30340849
Only one arm? Thankfully we only need one to wield the axe.

Also if that doesn't engage Iran into grit mode I don't know what will.

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>>30340940

>>30340969
Ivan*

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Rolled 1, 6, 9 = 16

>>30340849
For fuck's sake.
>Right arm
That was probably his axing arm too! Fuck!

>>30340969
I don't know anon the Dice Gods have not been kind to us these past couple of threads.

Rolled 6, 6, 10 = 22

>>30340969
>>30341010
well, now we can build another better arm

and the first person who charges us interest on it, we test its features on their skull

Rolled 7, 5, 3 = 15

>>30341061
Shit. I hadn't even thought of that. This is going to cost us so much money.

>>30341025
It most likely doesn't work this way, but for Ivan I would say there are three types of grit.

True grit.
Grit mode
Pain induced grit mode.

The latter being more uncontrollable.

GUYS

What if we

No seriously guys, guys

What if we took the axe

You still following me?

Guys, what if we took the axe and ATTACHED it to our arm?

Rolled 1, 6, 2 = 9

>>30341083
it might not, we don't know about SO's medical policies and whatnot

also, if we can keep it on ice, we can probably reattach it with SCIENCE as the arm is relatively intact

You are Ivan Kostov (again). And your world has exploded in agony. Your body is yanked to the side as the bolo round strikes not so true. Unfortunately, your body isn’t yanked as far to the right as your arm is, and it soars away, skidding underneath some seats. You roll across the floor, tomahawk abandoned, clutching the stump where your dominant hand (and forearm) once existed.

You scream. It is a blood curdling exclamation of undiluted anguish. Tears flow freely from your eyes as you stumble towards your severed arm. You’d reach out to it, were it not for the fact that your other arm is currently stemming the massive flow of blood. Your heart beat roars in your ears, thrumming as it does it’s damndest to beat out the fluid that keeps you alive.

You collapse onto the ground, curling into the fetal position. Whimpering in pain. As your vision greys out, you can hear distant shouting in your helmet. But, do you care?

>Roll a grit Check. 3d10.
>Ivan’s not getting back into the action after this one. Vote on whose PoV you would like to adopt for the remainder of this mission:
>>The Aussie
>>The Martian

Rolled 7, 3, 5 = 15

>>30341149
No.

that would get in the way for Valkyrie funtimes

>>30341189
>The Aussie

Rolled 6, 10, 1 = 17

>>30341189
>>The Martian

Rolled 10, 6, 2 = 18

>>30341189
>>>The Aussie

Rolled 10, 6, 9 = 25

>>30341189

Rolled 7, 10, 8 = 25

>>30341189
>>Roll a grit Check. 3d10.

Rolled 5, 9, 8 = 22

>>30341189
TRUE GRIT

>>The Aussie
fuck the martian, bitch owes us a shiny expensive new arm

>>30341222
Holy fuck, we just beat a grit check.

Rolled 4, 8, 2 = 14

>>30341222
>>30341223
oh fuck yeah, though I've no idea what the dice rules are for this

Rolled 1, 5, 10 = 16

>>30341189
>>The Aussie
I hope this is seen as Marlena's fault, not ours.

I don't want people thinking we're a moronic noob that wanders into crossfire.

>>30341222
>>30341223
>>30341227

The Dice Gods are harsh but merciful it seems.

Alright, seems like the Aussie won.

To be clear, this isn't really anyone's fault, more of a failure of communication between the squadmates. Marlena succumbed to her twitchy trigger finger and Ivan was a hotheaded dumbass. Unfortunately those two events happened to coincide perfectly.

No matter what option you choose in terms of getting a new arm, expect months and months of grueling PT.

I am completely joking about that last part. Expect it to be resolved in a single post.

Rolled 7, 8, 2 = 17

>>30341383
>new arm
Can't we just reattach the old one?

>>30341383

Will we be able to clone an arm?

>>30341383
Man this is going to cost a lot isn't it?

>>30341412
Probably wont last long enough to be re-attached.

Rolled 2, 4, 7 = 13

>>30341383
If we do get a new arm, as opposed to trying to reattach the old one, we should encase the old one in carbonite and keep it as a trophy

>>30341412
It seemed like a clean cut all the way through. Plus it's right under the seats. Getting the old one reattached must be cheaper then buying a metal one.

Rolled 9, 2, 10 = 21

>>30341481
well it was "severed" and not blown off or obliterated, and considering what a bolo would do, its likely it was fairly clean, albeit breaking bones and tearing ligaments, so with FUTURE SCIENCE, it should be plausible to reattach, as long as we can keep it on ice/preserve it, and quickly treat the stump

You are Clayton Burnside once more. And you have just seen your favorite rookie get his bloody arm shot off. Roaring in frustration, you pull out your GOLP3 Mini single shot weapon system. “You fucking donga quaffing tencent fuckstick! EAT HEAT!”

The specialized warhead bursts forth from your GOLP3 Mini, blowing out the back in such a way so as to make repairs next to impossible. You watch in grim satisfaction as the missile collides with the Thing’s upper body, detonating with enough force to destroy tank armor. Needless to say, it makes short work of the grotesquery standing before you.

You leap over the reception counter, waving at a shocked Marlena. “C’mon Martian! Let’s finish the fucking job here!”

The pair of you run forward and are confronted by the mangled body of the Thing. The two of you watch in horrified amusement as it swings one of its arms feebly in your direction. The pair of you unload into it’s head, not stopping until all that is left is an ichorous smear on the floor of the clinic.

That taken care of, the pair of your rush forward, guns in hand, toward your downed comrade. Marlena reaches Ivan first, sliding on her knees for the last few meters and turning him over.

“Oh by the Red Mother Ivan I’m so sorry,” she moans as her squadmate screams in pain.

“Marlena,” you bark, “Pay attention and get some synth flesh on there before he bleeds out!”

Marlena looks up at you in shock before pulling Dr. Tran’s medical kit out and getting to work on Ivan. You hold him down.

After a few minutes and several tranqs, Ivan is lying on the floor of the reception area, asleep and no longer spilling vital fluids everywhere. The two of you look down at his sleeping form.

“Well what now?”

>options in next post

>Well, you are the leader after all Clayton!
>We take Ivan with us as we sweep the rest of the Adult Wing. There was only one of those Things anyway. I think.
>We leave Ivan at the security station before sweeping the Adult Wing. I’m pretty sure Logan is harmless.
>Take Ivan, take Logan, and let’s blow this fucking Popsicle stand

>>30341757
>>We take Ivan with us as we sweep the rest of the Adult Wing. There was only one of those Things anyway. I think.

Rolled 4, 1, 5 = 10

>>30341771
>>We leave Ivan at the security station before sweeping the Adult Wing. I’m pretty sure Logan is harmless.
>harmless
Also grab his arm.

>>30341771
>>We leave Ivan at the security station before sweeping the Adult Wing. I’m pretty sure Logan is harmless.

>>30341771
>Take Ivan, take Logan, and let’s blow this fucking Popsicle stand
We're combat ineffective now, quad medic is dead and another squaddie is stabalised but critical, we're too hurt to keep fighting properly

>>30341771
Blow this joint

whatever we do, see if we can't snag Ivan's arm and somehow preserve it

Rolled 4, 7, 8 = 19

>>30341771
>We leave Ivan at the security station before sweeping the Adult Wing. I’m pretty sure Logan is harmless.
I don't think Logan has any reason to harm the only people that might be able to save his life, unless he is a sleeper agent for some kind of Martian al-qaeda. Which is extremely doubtful.

Nevertheless, make sure Logan is EXTREMELY restrained when we leave Ivan in there. Even if he's not a spess terrorist, I don't want him doing any mad science to Ivan's body.

Rolled 57, 73, 33 = 163

>>30341771
Let's bounce, too risky to stay. Do we know what Ivan's mystery gene mod from the first thread is yet?

>>30341771
>>Take Ivan, take Logan, and let’s blow this fucking Popsicle stand
Grab Ivan's arm on the way out, and yeah I agree our squad combat effectiveness is pretty much gone at this point against those things.

Rolled 1, 5, 6 = 12

>>30341854
My bad those were d100's

>>30341854
the one we got from freeing those scientists? we sold it to SO, so no, we never will until we've advanced enough to potentially buy it

Rolled 3, 10, 2 = 15

>>30341886
Ah right, I remember now, my bad

>>30341854
>>30341882
why are you rolling at all, FG hasn't called for rolls yet

>>30341886
Man, I remember that mistake. We could have made mad cash by licensing it.

Alright, writing

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>>30341921
well, it served as a good lesson, just like Dr Tran and our poor poor arm

>>30341957
Why did I just imagine that as his kids face when HR tells him...

Real quick everyone, do they drop off Ivan and his arm at the HOEV first, and double back for Logan OR
Do they grab Logan and do it all in one trip?

>>30342080
All in one trip.

>>30342080
One trip

>>30342080
I'm gonna say double back for Logan, take it caustious and safe

>>30342080
All in one trip.

Rolled 8, 10, 1 = 19

>>30342080
One trip.

“Squad combat effectiveness is shot. Even with my daughter’s bagpipe recital blaring over the PA system we can’t be sure we won’t get ambushed again. Even a straight fight is too risky with only two active combatants. This entire situation is cactus. We retrieve Logan, we get Ivan’s arm on ice, and we get the fuck out of here. Mission aborted.”

Marlena, normally very much of a do or die individual, nods numbly as she hoists Ivan onto her shoulders. “Get the arm too.”

Marlena is about to protest, but it dies in her throat. She nods and scoops up the arm with her spare hand. The two of you rush back to the security station, where Logan is lying slack against his bonds. You walk up to him, turning him over with your boot. Kid fell asleep. Grunting neutrally, you hoist him up onto your shoulder before turning to Marlena. “Alright Martian. We need to hurry if we want to give Ivan a decent chance of keeping his arm. Double time it back to the HOEV, let’s go.”

As the pair of you sprint through the darkened hallways and out onto the rain swept landing area, you think you hear Ivan mumble something in a fake Austrian accent.

“Git to de choppa…”

You snort. Ivan’ll be alright.

You think.

Alright everyone, so ends Operation Bitter Prophet. Next thread on Thursday, where I'll be opening with a quick interlude that should clear up any lingering questions about the mission and WHO DUNNIT?

Anyway, feel free to ask me questions or give me comments or criticism, I'll be lurking.

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>>30342227
So how much further into crippling debt will we be going because of aborting the mission?

And Biodyne better be paying our medical fees.

>>30342227
What did that pair of 25's do for us? Or will we find out next time?

>>30342249
BiodYne will be rewarding you fairly handsomely as part of an NDA. To be completely frank, this mission had a lot of tactical missteps beyond just the dice fucking you all in the ass. However, I found it rather draining by the end of things, and I imagine you all did too, so there will be a nice reward for all of this in return.

>>30342276
I have arbitrarily decided that they were rolls for your severed arm. By passing the check you get the option to just have your arm reattached.

>>30342227
Well, I just caught up.

Can't believe how completely shit the mission went. uh. Yeah.
But hey, least we lived? And get to keep our arm too right? Good team work there.

I am sad we had to abandon mission, but you know what? Losing one teammate, and another getting incapped is a perfectly legitimate reason to abandon a mission.
Man, this mission was getting so damn interesting too.

Did we help out the girl from before, by the way?

>>30342320
>Tactical missteps
Care to tell us so we won't make em again?
Or was the splitting up thing part of it?
Cuz that wasn't our call, yo.

>>30342320
>By passing the check you get the option to just have your arm reattached.
Woo

Also yeah, mission was starting to drag a bit, and was very different to previous ones which I vastly preferred

>>30342367
sticking with non-lethal and then trying to swap to lethal rounds in the middle of a shitfight got Tran killed

>>30342391
Eh, that was more a bad call instead of a tactic problem.

We greedy mofos. That'll probably stop next time we see mutants.

>>30342353
Ah yes her. I hope to address little Valla Treegreen in the epilogue on thursday.

You totally did. I'm tired of writing bummer shit. Time for some silver linings

>>30342367
Splitting up was not one of the missteps. That one was definitely not on you.

Basically, the ammo issue early on really didn't do you any favors. I'd say it was the deciding factor, outside of mediocre rolls, that got Tran killed. Although looking back, I'm reconsidering my previous assessment. The Dice Gods were just not kind to us on this one. There were a lot of times when you all just rolled really underwhelmingly when it mattered. I kinda hoped the 3d10 system would be immune to that, but it seems none can escape the wrath of the random number generator.

>>30342372
Yes, next mission will be a return to form, that's for sure.

>>30340886
You. My assessment of your predictions are in spoilers.

Don't read his spoilers. If you don't want the epilogue to this mission to get inadvertently spoiled

You are right on the fucking money. Five star post.

>>30342456
>spoilers
Ha. Well I don't mind, I was just curious. Glad something came out of this.

What about the girl who we met before the mission, did we help her? I forget.

>Ammo thing
Yeah, probably bad to try and be greedy when we have an unknown threat and such. I honestly didn't expect them to get Tran that easily, but...well, like you said, low rolls entire mission.

And I want to say: Yeah, no dice system is immune to low rolls. I am glad the incredibly unlikely event of a 1-1-1 just meant we ended up Incapped, and not insta gibbed. That shows to me, anyway, that you're a good QM already.

I look forward to future missions. And a badass scar. And a constantly changing dangerous mission story Ivan tells for how it got cut off, instead of how it really did.
And the Martians guilt. That's gonna be so cute

I am happy anons decided to just scrap the mission with two members down. Surprisingly smart decision.

>>30342495
>All this spoilage
Damn it, I knew we should've nuked the Clinic!

He better not get away

>>30342547
Eh. Although you didn't confirm it, there's pretty good circumstantial evidence that he died somewhere in the clinic.

>1-1-1 just meant we ended up Incapped, and not insta gibbed. That shows to me, anyway, that you're a good QM already.

First, thank you very much anon. Second, I've always been of the opinion that crit failures, even when absurdly unlikely as they are in DAQ, should never insta-gib the MC.

>>30342576
Well you'll see what happens to him come Thursday

>>30342660
>Valla Treegreen
God damn, if there is any sort of consolation prize you can give us, can it be the kid being genehealed back to normal, and having a shot of her waving back to Ivan as her space car flies off back home?

>>30342547
>I look forward to future missions. And a badass scar. And a constantly changing dangerous mission story Ivan tells for how it got cut off, instead of how it really did.
And the Martians guilt. That's gonna be so cute
Fucking this, its going to be hilarious.

>>30342753
Nah, we should find her a place on The Brick, she can be our adorable little daughteru to share our trauma with

>>30342753
I'd be happy with us just having our arm back with which we can wave at Dr. Tran's dead body as it's unloaded with his crying daughter nearby

>>30342780
>adopted daughteru
I wouldn't mind that, actually...

Especially if she kept the wolverine healing powers.

>>30342780
I'd rather not adopt someone honestly. A station full of mercenaries is no place for a kid.

>>30342891
she could be our little moral compass and reason to have some self control and not get fucked up

>>30342967
>A station full of mercenaries is no place for a kid.
you'd be surprised how good an environment a bunch of well rounded mercs and soldiers can make for a growing child, they tend to raise them properly

>>30342967
There are other people on the station that aren't necessarily mercs, you know...

Also, I think it would be rather nice to have some slice of life with Poppa Kostov alongside super axe murder time.

>>30342660
OH SHIT! DID THE MARTIAN GET OUR AXE ON THE WAY OUT?! THAT WAS A REALLY BITCHING AXE

>>30343045
Oh hey. Good point there.

Martian grabbed all your goodies on her way out, revolver and tomahawk.

>>30343091
Yay! It would have really sucked to buy them all again.

Like, "never get out of debt in our lifetime" amount of suck.

Although, just what IS your opinion on the possibility of us having a little morality pet in our care?

>>30343295
Valla's Father is still alive. He was skittish of gene therapies, although not outright hostile to them. His wife on the other hand is very much a progressive thinker in that regard. She took both herself and little Valla in for therapy.

If people really want a morality pet I can see what I can do. Although that may have to wait until Ivan's seen some more shit.

>>30343091
Wow, just finished reading the thread and I am damn impressed how you handled the crit fail. Excellent job running as always Fall Guy. I really enjoyed it, and I think you did an excellent job. Especially in a genre you are unfamiliar with.

>>30342967
One of our fellow mercenaries is actually a kid raised on The Brick. She's apparently very chipper and well-adjusted.

>>30343349
one could argue that he's seen plenty of shit already, but seeing as Valla's mom is most likely no longer among the living, it would be cool to see if we could get her a place on The Brick

>>30343411
Her dad is still alive and I doubt he would want to leave his people. Let's leave this alone.

>>30343382
Thank you kindly. I hope to be back to regular form for the next mission though. I'm feeling the lighthearted itch again

>>30343383
Simge Atlar. I need to get around to bringing her into the story, although at this point it might not be possible. We'll see if she shows up. I hope so

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>>30343349
>sprinting zombie kids with wolverine healing
>the red-headed stepchild of The Thing
>not horrifying enough

>>30343483
Me too! I'd like to see what interaction with the chirpy sniper is like.

>>30343483
To be honest, Simge was the character I was the most interested in meeting after reading the known characters sheet.

>>30343789
>>30343605
Well then, I'll see where I can work her in! Perhaps one of the dropmates on your next mission

>>30343809
Oh yeah. Did Ol' Ronnie start buzzing at the point when our arm flew off?

>>30343876
Ronnie would've made a lady merc very happy the second those three 1s showed up.

>>30343935
I suppose we should give it to Val, then?

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>>30344058
What, give away our Ronnie to one of the parasites? Never.

Here. Apparently Ron Paul coinage is already a thing

>>30344076
we should give it to Valkyrie and tell her whenever we're in danger it will vibrate

we'll never see that coin again

>>30344076
Jesus...

Well, since it seems like I'm the last of the anons, I'll just bid you good night, while I'm still coherent enoudh to type.

>>30344131
Good night anon.

>>30344129
You probably wouldn't... no