>>31709748
So what kind of aliens K'tulu are? Just gimme a tl;dr version, please.

Aaaaand we get to wait again because I fucked up again. I'm sensing a pattern here.

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>>31709808
They have crazy technology but the average human could break one in half.

>>31709748
one of the personalities reporting for duty.

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The moment you step through the doors into the terminal you're assaulted with a level of ambient noise you haven't heard since being taken from Earth. All across the building you see fellow Human abductees and several aliens that you've never seen before shuffling through lines to get to desks, crowding around a handful of TV-like screens that pepper the area, or huddled together in small groups and talking, adding to the din as they try to make themselves heard above everybody else. It takes you several moments, during which you attract more than a few stares, but ultimately you manage to reassert yourself, gripping your duffel bag tighter as you weave through the crowd to insert yourself behind an older looking man in line to get to one of the customs desks.

Time seems to move excruciatingly slow as you shuffle through the line, though it does give you the opportunity to flip through the tablets they have on the different planets and stations the transports will take your people. You're somewhat incredulous that, while they don't outright say many of the planets are war zones, quite a few of the planets are either colonies built up on the unexplored ruins of fallen civilizations, ran by various mega-corporations, or controlled largely by military contractors. Finally, after much sighing and shifting from one leg to the other, you reach the counter, only to for the officer there to take one look at you and let out a tired sigh. You feel yourself tense up, your heart sinking as you wonder if you got in the wrong line. "I'm going to need you to remove your helmet, Human."

Oh...well if that's it then that's not so bad. You quickly comply, undoing the latches and seals before gently lifting your helmet away from your head and setting it down on the counter with a dull 'thunk'. "Alright, anything else you need from me?"
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The alien lets a slightly relieved look cross his face as he hears that, though he still eyes you with the same amount of disdain that you would a grown man trying to explain why he thought it'd be a good idea to try and fuck a hot pocket. "I need your name, luggage, and destination. If you have any questions about the various planets and stations that you can depart to, you can go back to the back of the line and re-read the brochures."

Okay, yeah, so much for him being helpful then. "Alright...I'm carrying a Centurion Arc Pistol, a plasma whip, the equipment I was issued upon abduction, and my survival kit. My name is Johnathon Yarrick-"

The officer sighs in annoyance as he interrupts you, "No, I need your title, Human."

You narrow your eyes a little. If he'd wanted the title they gave you then he should have said it from the beginning. "Fine then, Doctor Johnathon Yarrick-"

It's unbelievably hard to hide the smirk that's pulling at your face when the alien levels a glare at you, "That's not what I meant and you know it, Human." He spits angrily, "Now give me your title or you can go to the back of the line."

Okay, that's kind of a pain in the ass...as much fun as you're having by annoying this guy, you're really not looking forward to going back through the line. On the other hand, it's not like you're going to be going anywhere else any time soon.
>Fine. If he's going to be that way, just tell him what he wants to know, you've got paperwork to do.
>It's not like you've got anything better to do, and this is the most fun you've had in a while...now that you think about it, that's kind of sad actually.
>Write-in

>>31709808
Grays who abducted us illegally under international law, and let us go under some kind of non-disclosure agreement. That's probably going to be a bitch to explain to immigration. Get ready to neither confirm nor deny a whole lot.

>>31710276
"Give me your title or go to the back of the line, /please/. You forgot the magic word."

>>31710276
>>It's not like you've got anything better to do, and this is the most fun you've had in a while...now that you think about it, that's kind of sad actually.

Talk to some of the other abductees. see if they want to stick together. Also, some actual honest to god human contact would be nice.

>>31710276
>Fine. If he's going to be that way, just tell him what he wants to know, you've got paperwork to do.
Paperworks not gonna do itself, and we don't have an AI to do it for us.

>>31710276
>>Fine. If he's going to be that way, just tell him what he wants to know, you've got paperwork to do.

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You let out a long, drawn out sigh, "You fogot the magic word..." You reply in a slightly sing-song voice, not bothering to hide your amusement at the alien's frustration with you. As he starts to open his mouth though you continue, rather than give him a chance to banish back to the realm of endless lines. "Alright, fine, Human I-66. Satisfied?"

The officer taps something out on his tablet violently before looking back up at you, an annoyed glare plastered across his face, "Yes, that'll do. Now, what is your destination?"

Choices coming up in the next post.

>>31710356
Not a bad idea. If we're lucky we can get a proper Team Fortress lineup going here.

>>31710938
Haha I don't need no choices, Earth it is!

>Adelphi IX. The brochure said that it's largely a jungle planet that's being heavily colonized at the moment and that both one of the galaxy's largest corporations absorbed a prestigious private military contractor to help do it.
>Velik Leis. From what you gathered from flipping through the tablet it seems like an out of the way colony planet settled in an effort to explore the ruins left by a 'missing' civilization. While they reported some signs of violence it mostly seems like whoever was there before just...disappeared. They also mention strange reports regarding phenomenons that some people have likened to 'magic' though nothing supports those claims.
>Kart'lash. A nuclear-war torn planet who's original inhabitants still live and are aware of the galaxy at large, given the fact that their civilization was a highly advanced one, even compared to today's galaxy, that didn't self-destruct until after they developed FTL travel. While they have largely regressed to the level of barbarian tribes and small nation-states, not all of them are hostile, and many travelers have spent years traversing the wastes of the planet, looking for valuable pre-war tech.
(1/2)

>Freeport 12. A massive space station constructed over a newly discovered planet, recently dubbed Tl'sa. While not much is known about the planet itself similar, the tablet does say that it plays host to exceedingly large animal and insect life-forms, as well as reports of phenomenon similar to those on Velik Leis. Apparently while there are scattered settlements, most colonists are still living on the space station, until larger urban developments are made.
>Nardon. This is the most industrialized destination your captors are offering you. Large sections of the planet go on in what are basically a massive super city with multiple levels, many of which are beneath sea level. The planet is governed by a board manned by representatives from several different mega-corporations. Given what you've gathered from reading the tablet, you wouldn't be surprised to learn that it's got an absurdly high crime rate and a disgustingly unbalanced upper and lower class.

>>31711105
>Kart'lash
Seems like a nuclear war torn planet could use our medical skills
>>31711127
>Nardon
So it's NOT Earth?

>>31711105
>>Velik Leis. From what you gathered from flipping through the tablet it seems like an out of the way colony planet settled in an effort to explore the ruins left by a 'missing' civilization. While they reported some signs of violence it mostly seems like whoever was there before just...disappeared. They also mention strange reports regarding phenomenons that some people have likened to 'magic' though nothing supports those claims.

>>31711105
>>31711127

What's the capital of the Galactic Senate?

>>31711105
>Adelphi IX. The brochure said that it's largely a jungle planet that's being heavily colonized at the moment and that both one of the galaxy's largest corporations absorbed a prestigious private military contractor to help do it.

>>31711127
Demand a ticket to Earth, loudly. Don't take no for an answer, you're bound to have shore leave by now!

Hey Hawktail, can I suggest a Human Species Trait?

Skewed Heuristics: Due to the unusual nature of the human mind, humans are capable of making great leaps of knowledge from relatively limited amount of data. +1 to Knowledge and Learning checks

>>31711210
If the natives pretend not to understand you just talk slower and more angrily, that always works.

>>31711127
>Freeport 12. A massive space station constructed over a newly discovered planet, recently dubbed Tl'sa. While not much is known about the planet itself similar, the tablet does say that it plays host to exceedingly large animal and insect life-forms, as well as reports of phenomenon similar to those on Velik Leis. Apparently while there are scattered settlements, most colonists are still living on the space station, until larger urban developments are made.

Gotta start somewhere might as well learn how to deal with critters nastier then us without all the other bullshit just yet. Trophy hunting should be worth a pretty something and lets us start building connections with something like that. Not to mention enterprises if the place hasn't fallen to the megacorps we can look forward to start ups which may prove most favorable later on.

>>31711151
Supporting Kart'lash

>>31711179
Vedal. Structurally it's similar to Nardon, facilitating the meeting point between all peaceful races in the galaxy. Culturally it's significantly cleaner...at least on the surface anyways.

>>31711214
I don't see how that connects with what we can see when comparing humans to earth fauna and other planetary bodies. It was discussed in previous threads in some detail.

>>31711105
>Adelphi IX. The brochure said that it's largely a jungle planet that's being heavily colonized at the moment and that both one of the galaxy's largest corporations absorbed a prestigious private military contractor to help do it.

>>31711105
>>Kart'lash.

>>31711105
>Velik Leis
Time to scavenge some LosTek!

>>31711266

I don't suppose it'd be possible to go there?

either Velik Leis or Nardon, leaning toward the former. We'll need some time to upgrade hardware and hone our non-medical skills before we start overturning the system in the name of justice, liberty and the lulz.

>>31711105
>Velik Leis.

Thar be ghosts!

>>31711301
>our non-medical skills before we start overturning the system in the name of justice, liberty and the lulz.
We're not doing that

>>31711301
We could always become a lightbulb-themed supervillain.

>>31711244
Seconding Freeport 12.

>>31711105
>>Kart'lash
Voting

>>31711269

It is something that Humans do. Heuristics are the core of our thinking system and we're really good at leaps of logic. It's what helps us with our adaptability.

>>31711105
Velik Leis.

As a man of science, we must go forth and explain these unusual phenomena.

>>31711407
We're a man of medicine. not science.

>>31711407
>As a man of science
We're a man of medicine, though.
ER surgeon and diagnostician.

Popular votes seem to be Kart'lash and Velik Leis, so I'll narrow it down.

For Kart'lash
>1
For Velik Leis
>2

>>31711361
Also, if enough people agree on it, then I might consider it. It does make some sense, though like others have said, we're a doctor, not a scientist.

>>31711300
We might actually get around to going there at some point, though that's probably going to be in the far future.

>>31711482
1

>>31711419
Medicine is a scientific discipline.
Seconding Velik Leis.

>>31711482
2

>>31711482
2

>>31711498
It's an applied science. Too different to be compared.

>>31711482
voting for
>>31711498

>>31711482
1

>>31711482
Velik Leis

>>31711521
voter properly, Anon. Give the number

>>31711521
Doing it wrong.

>>31711482
>2

>>31711553

Don't greentext.

>>31711498
>>31711521
>>31711545
>>31711553
Vote with just the number. No greentexting. Just 1 or 2.

>>31711548
>>31711550
I don't want to appear samefagging, and since that was my post it'll do. The QM seems a pretty bright fella, I'm quite confident that he realizes that I'm voting for the option '2'.

But thanks for being concerned for him.

>>31711482
2

>>31711572
>QM died and made anon the king of voting
>this is what this anon actually believes

>>31711610

>Not knowing the voting format

Seriously?

2

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>>31711590
>>31711610
What a bunch of idiots

>>31711482
2

>>31711482
1

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Looks like Velik Leis wins. I'm going to go grab some food and then I'll start writing for it. Also we'll get around to meeting a few actual humans for the first time in months! How exciting!

>>31711645
I'm the same anon, retard.

>>31711633
I'm not psychic, you know?

>>31711812

Final Destination voting:

Link the post and enter the number on the next line. Nothing else.

Simple.

>>31711851
Why? The QM can obviously read text just fine, I don't see the need for such a rule.

>>31711924
The style of voting is meant to take advantage of the posting anti-spam algorithms to prevent people samefagging.
It's nothing to do with what the QM can read, and all about preventing ballot-stuffing.

>>31711924

It prevents samefagging, You can't post duplicate posts within 5 minutes of each other.

>>31711991
>>31712006
Nowhere in the OP reads that this quest uses Final Destination voting, so I think you're just making up rules.

>>31711482
1

>>31712029

If it's asking for Numbers, then it's Final Destination voting.

That's how it works. Check the other quests.

>>31712029
you should check out other quests more often. They use this system for a reason.

>>31712029
It's a website feature, you fucking newfag. Lurk a bit longer.

>>31712029
Then continue to wallow in your own ignorance.
Lurk more, newfag.

>>31712049
As a general rule I don't follow quests, so I couldn't have known this.
>>31712059
I've been here for years.

>>31712092

Just ignore them. They seem like the sort of assholes who hang out on the /qtg/ and perpetuate loliquests and bullshit like that.

>>31712450
And you're perpetuating self-inflicted ignorance, so I don't see you being any better.

Hey Hawktail, you might want to invest in speech software.

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Back, getting ready to write now.

>>31712804
Okay...? I don't follow, is my dialogue sub-par or something? If it's about me being gone so long, I was stuck in line longer than I thought I would be. Sorry about that.

>>31713050

It's more for your writing speed. Your dialogue is fine.

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The officer stare at you in disdain as you think back on the limited options on the table, a frown crossing your face at the fact that none of them seem like particularly safe places. Of course then again, if you've got to wander the stars as one of a very small number of Humans in the galaxy then you might as well go for the real deal, rather than just being a tourist. You notice that the alien's face is turning sour again, and it looks like he's about to boot you out of the line if you don't speak up now. "Well, I guess that this Velik Leis place seems as good as any of the others." You sigh, prompting him to blink at you as if you were a moron.

"You're serious, Human? You want to go THERE? Have you considered the other destinations? I noticed several of the males your age are going to Kart'la-"

Really? After all his blustering about you hurrying up now he's trying to convince you to go somewhere else? You shake your head, determination shining in your eyes, "No, I've chosen where I want to go. Now do you need anything else, or are you going to point me in the right direction?"

The officer straightens up slightly at your tone, shaking his head and muttering something you can't quite make out under his breath as he taps a few things into his tablet. "Alright, sign here, Human. After that make sure that you have all of your luggage secured and make your way to Terminal Corso. Your transport will depart at twenty-seven hundred hours, you're expected to have your immigration forms completed and ready for procession by departure. Next!"
(1/2 or 3)

>>31713481
Say, OP, got a question. Will we ever get a chance to see any of the other planets eventually? How much would passage on a spaceship cost, anyhow? And would it be possible to join up with a free trader or smuggler crew if we feel like it?

>>31713738
I'm sure there will be mention, maybe travellers from these adventurous hotspots will visit us. Perhaps we will go there, who knows? Isn't one planet enough for you, though?

>>31713840
Not really. It IS called Galaxy Quest.

>>31713738
We'll be rich enough to buy our own spaceship once we get to Velik and open the Vault.

>>31714037
Maybe we'll find an intact spaceship in the ruins.

>>31714228
That's if we don't get *pulled* like the original inhabitants.

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You roll your eyes at the spiel as you grab your helmet off the counter and slide it back over your head, you've heard the lecture about your paperwork several times now, though you do make a point to pay close attention to the terminal letter as well as your departure time. It only takes a few moments to push through the crowded information terminal and break into the main corridor that connects the various departure points. You scan the labels of the terminals carefully as you make your way through the building, making double sure to follow the signs, after all you're not particularly interested in getting lost in this place and being stuck on this hellhole of a planet.

Eventually you do manage to find the terminal you're looking for and make a beeline for it, letting out a relieved sigh when you see that there's still plenty of seats left in the area. Actually, now that you notice it, there's a lot less people here than you expected there to be. There are a couple of huddles of various men and women crowded around the screens, as you've come to expect, but you also see a small handful people sitting alone, or in groups of two or three. You consider trying to push through the crowd to see what they're watching, though it seems like a pointless exercise, of course there's also the smaller groups. Among them you notice a couple of women that look to be your age; one of them has slightly dark skin and is wearing a set of loose-fitting clothes, along with a scarf similar to yours wrapped around her head like a shawl, while the other looks like she was ripped out of a punk-rock concert with her hair cut in a half-shaved fashion that seemed to be gaining popularity when you were abducted.
(2/3)

>>31714228
>>31714037
How about we just try to steal one? Get a space pilot into a bar, put some roofies in his drink, and steal the keys/codes/his eyes/blood/sperm/whatever. Easy!

>>31714372

Raise our hand.

"Can all the humans in the area come over here?"

Aside from those two you also notice a grizzled looking man wearing an environment suit that looks like it was built with extreme cold in mind, while the other Human you notice is a strange looking girl, probably about nine or ten, accompanied by what looks like a particularly expressive robot, an impressive feat given it's lack of facial features. You notice that the robot is carrying a similar pistol to you and also has a scarf like the ones you and the dark-skinned woman are wearing.

You suppose that you could try and talk to some of these people, though thinking about it, you do need to get your paperwork done.

>You can get to know them later, you've got an entire flight with them and that paperwork is important.
>There's no harm in talking to them for a little bit, is there?

>>31714429
Fuck no, man.

>>31714466

>You can get to know them later, you've got an entire flight with them and that paperwork is important.

We'll talk to the girl later.

>>31714466
>There's no harm in talking to them for a little bit, is there?
We must gather all of the scarfed ones

>>31714466
>You can get to know them later, you've got an entire flight with them and that paperwork is important.
Don't wanna get stranded

Also forgot another option.
>You've got plenty of time for your paperwork and talking to these people later. You want to read those manuals G'las got for you.

>>31714466
>You can get to know them later, you've got an entire flight with them and that paperwork is important.

Can't miss the flight.

>>31714466
>>You can get to know them later, you've got an entire flight with them and that paperwork is important
If we don't have our papers in order, we don't leave. And then we have to pay for our flight.

>>31714466
>There's no harm in talking to them for a little bit, is there?

>punk rock grill

I DREAMED A LITTLE DREAM AND IT CAME TRUE!

>>31714466
Do that paper work, we don't know the current time it is best we do it now or we might get left here

>>31714466
>You can get to know them later, you've got an entire flight with them and that paperwork is important.

Fuck these guys, we're looking out for numero uno

>>31714466
Watch them, see how they act and who's worth talking to.

Writing to take care of that damned paperwork, as well as keep an eye on the various people standing out from the masses.

As tempting as it is to get some real human interaction you decide that, above all else, you need to get those immigration forms filled out. After all, with as much as everybody's been stressing the importance of getting them done, you don't want to put it off and end up getting stuck here. You push past the crowded screens and into the terminal proper to grab a seat in a row of chairs bolted to the wall, giving you a good view of the people you spotted before. Digging through your bag you pull the tablet the supply officer gave you and start tapping through it, groaning internally as you start filling out the unnecessarily complex data fields. It takes you longer than you thought it would to get through all the pages, though you'll be the first to admit that your frequent glances up towards the other occupants of the terminal aren't helping.
(1/2) Got to pop out for a bit, so it's not quite complete.

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Every once in a while you look up at your fellow inmates, or ex-inmates you guess, curious to see what they're doing. You notice that the punk girl, covered in tattoos and piercings galore, seems to be bouncing around between the various groups, apparently trying to make friends with everybody she can. She seems to get along well enough with the kid and robot once the little girl gets over her shyness, as well as the dark-skinned woman, despite the scarfed girl casting a critical eye at the girl's body art, although when she tries to talk to the middle-aged man, who appears to be tinkering with a rifle of some kind, he sends her away with a decidedly hurt look on her face. Another time when you take a break from filling out your paperwork you raise an eyebrow at the sight of the robot reading a paperback book to the little girl while she points at the different pages excitedly, while the dark-skinned girl marvels at an orb that the punk girl's produced.

Finally, after at an hour and a half of filling out your forms you let out a sigh of relief as you tap submit on your tablet before sliding it back into your backpack. "Thank god that's over." You mutter under your breath as you lean back in your chair and raise your eyes to the group again. It seems like the old man is still working on his weapon, while the girl is taking a nap with her head in the robot's lap and the dark-skinned woman looks like she's completely engrossed with a tablet she started reading after the girl with the tattoos put up her hover-skull. Speaking of her, it looks like she's noticed that you're done working on your tablet and is staring at you hopefully, probably wants to talk to you, if the way he was acting before is any indication. You glance up at the clock on the wall and notice that it's already 2530 hours, so apparently you've got a while before you have to get ready to start boarding. Do you want to do anything?

Options in the next post.

>Do you want to talk to anybody? Granted most of them look like they're otherwise occupied, but the punk chick seems interested in starting a conversation with you.
>Check to see what's on the screens? Now that you don't have the threat of being stuck on this rock hanging over you, you could see what the big deal is about.
>Read a book. You've got a few manuals and you still haven't checked out your codex.
>Write-in.

>>31715796
>>Check to see what's on the screens? Now that you don't have the threat of being stuck on this rock hanging over you, you could see what the big deal is about.

>>31715796
>>Do you want to talk to anybody? Granted most of them look like they're otherwise occupied, but the punk chick seems interested in starting a conversation with you.

>>31715769

>Do you want to talk to anybody? Granted most of them look like they're otherwise occupied, but the punk chick seems interested in starting a conversation with you.

Also go check on the little girl.

>>31715769
talk to the punk girl

Rolled 27

>>31715796
>>Do you want to talk to anybody? Granted most of them look like they're otherwise occupied, but the punk chick seems interested in starting a conversation with you.

>>31715796
Let's say hi to Punk Grill and ask her to introduce us to the others.

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Writing to do a meet and greet.

>>31715796
Go talk to the guy with the rifle. Inform him that you're a medical professional, and that between his rifle and your ability to fix up wounds, you'd both make a good team.

Even stoicness can't get in the way of cold logic.

These fuckers kidnapped a little girl.

Bastards.

>>31716328
>Update
changing my vote to this

>>31716328
Team? For what?

>>31716502
For death, this man obviously knows how to dish it out

>>31716328

There should be time.

Lets get the low down from the punk girl first.

>>31716502
You know where we're going.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ai7pMPCDHpo

>>31716585

So,

Punk Girl- Siren
Old Guy with Rifle- Hunter
Little Girl and Robot- Mechromancer
Us- Soldier

>>31716681
*medic
I get the reference but it doesn't quote fit us

>>31716681
Eh...we kinda got our own class.

MEDIC!!

>>31715796
Go talk with the punk girl and the robot to make sure that they have their immigration forms filled out.

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It's been months since you've had the chance to talk to another human. Hell, the longest conversation you've had that didn't consist of a bunch of aliens sticking you with needles and throwing you into simulations meant to try and kill you was with one of your escorts yesterday, maybe things are looking up? You push yourself up out of your chair, giving a mental shrug as you do so, up until yesterday you were stuck in a cell, so it's not like things can get much worse anyways, right? Either way, you decide it's not really important right now. What's important is going over and introducing yourself to the girl that's been staring at you for the last few minutes.

A smile spreads across the girl's face as she sees you make your way over to her, apparently thrilled that you decided to approach her rather than force her to come to you like the others did. You're still several steps away from her when she pops out of her chair and bounces over to you, "Hey there! I saw you watching us earlier, would have came over and introduced myself but it looked like you were pretty busy with those forms." She says happily, making you blink in surprise at the energy contained within her voice.

You shake your head at her excitement, "How....did you know I was filling out those forms?" You ask, a small note of suspicion finding it's way to your voice.

She shrugs nonchalantly, "Well what else would you be reading that would make you so bored? Even with that helmet on you were practically holding a sign above your head that said you were doing government paperwork." Her voice takes on a slight note of amusement, "Why, think I'm spying on you or something?"
(1/2 or 3)

>>31716887
It's the orb, isn't it?

>>31716887

Hold out our hand for a shake.

"Doctor Jack Yarrick."

>>31710276
Hey, hold on. How did this guy not see the title tatooed on our head?
Also, why does it seem nobody else has been shaved?

>>31717284
>the aliens shaved our heads just because they could
Fuck these aliums

>>31717135

nah "Hello, I'm the Doctor"

>>31717284
>>31717383
We're wearing a helmet.

>>31717444

We also removed the helmet

>>31717444
No he asked us to remove it, see >>31710237

>>31717284
She probably had that mohawk before she got abducted, and the science staff just said "Fuck it, most of her fur's off anyway. The less we have to shave her, the quicker we can jam probes in all her orifices."

>>31717526
>>31717480

that would make you so bored? Even with that helmet on you were practically holdi

Read that last line

>>31717427
So many copy right laws just in that statement.

>>31717557
Yeah, but when we were being processed we took it off.
>>31710237
>"I'm going to need you to remove your helmet, Human."
>You quickly comply, undoing the latches and seals before gently lifting your helmet away from your head and setting it down on the counter with a dull 'thunk'.

What, do you have the memory of a goldfish?

>>31717557
We put the helmet back on after we finished picking our destination

>>31717526
Still, I doubt that the Aliums just up and tattooed I-66 in the center of our forehead. On the back of the neck, sure, but by the way the clerk was asking, definitely not the forehead.

I guess the only way this would make sense is that there is another layer below the helmet, covering the upper part of the head but not the face.
As for the shaven head, it might have been some kind of punishment.

>>31717671
On top of that, there's probably a regulation that requires that he ask, and that the passenger in question must answer of their own accord.
Even if he did see it, he's probably being recorded and he has to do things by the book.

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A small chuckle escapes you as you shake your head, "Well, you never know for sure in this place." You reply as you take the hint and undo the seals on your helmet and lift it off your head.

The girl rolls her eyes at that, "Yeah, no kidding about that. Still, I promise that I'm not stalking you. That's ET's job." She replies, grinning as you snort in response.

Her infectious grin gets to you as you shake your head, "Seriously? Of all the things to call them THAT's what you chose?"

"Why not? It fits, most of them are ugly enough for it, even if they're gray and tall instead of looking like a disembodied scrotum." She shoots back, smirking as you roll your eyes at the description, before calming down a little. "My name's Angelica, by the way. I figure if we're gonna be spending at least the next few days together we might as well get to know each other." She says, extending a slightly calloused hand.

You immediately accept the handshake, only a little surprised at how strong her grip is, "Jack Yarrick, nice to met you." You pause for a moment before continuing, a curious look crossing your face, "Do you know something I don't about the trip? I hadn't heard anything about how long it was going to take."

Angelicia's smirk widens at your questioning gaze, "Only because I listened in on something that I wasn't supposed to hear. Apparently the place we're going to is on the complete opposite side of the galaxy from us, so it'll take a little while." Well that's interesting...you're about to question how she knows that when she sits down, motioning for you to join her. "So what's your story? If you don't mind me asking, that is."

You raise an eyebrow at the question, "What do you mean by that? Like how'd I get here or something? Can't see how that'd be interesting, I mean didn't they pick us all up in the same way?"
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>>31717711
>there is another layer below the helmet, covering the upper part of the head but not the face.
You mean like the that thing that some space suits have?

>>31717764
yeah, that thing

>>31717859
Yeah, I can see that.
It would make sense that there would be an underlayer between the suit itself and the wearer's skin, to prevent chafing and to act as a secondary layer of sensors as well as an interface.

>>31717602
>You roll your eyes at the spiel and grab your helmet, sliding it back over your head
we put it back on

>>31717957
Yes, but the original argument was why didn't the immigration official see our title tattooed on our head, and this guy >>31717444
said that it was because our helmet was on, which was wrong.

Your point makes no sense in the context of the argument.

>>31717711
>As for the shaven head, it might have been some kind of punishment.


Or she could just look like >>31716887, her shaven head has grown in but it's still lopsided.

>>31718069
Maybe he just wanted us to say it because of protocol. Or he was being a dick. Or both.

>>31718069
See >>31717671 for a possible explanation why.

>>31718105
>>31718111
Yes, those are all possible explanations for why the official had us say our title.
>>31717711 also has a valid possible explanation.

If you'd follow the conversation starting here >>31717444 you can see that my point here >>31717602 was that our helmet was off at the time that we were speaking with the immigration official.

Yes, there are a few reasons why he could have had us say our title, but none of them were because we had our helmet on, which was the point I was making, as were several others here >>31717480 and >>31717526

The tattooed girl shakes her head, "Well yeah, but that's not what I mean. I'm talking about what you done before you got here, how long have you been in this hellhole, that kind of stuff."

"Ah...I see." Well, that makes more sense, you guess, "I was a doctor, technically I was a diagnostician, but I worked in the ER most of the time. As far as how long I've been here, I'd guess a few months...they haven't really let me see a calendar or anything." You say with a shrug, before looking to her, "What about you? Anything interesting?"

She smiles, her eyes lighting up in interest as you answer her, before snorting derisively as you ask her the same question. "Me? Nah, I was just a mechanic. I was in the Army for a little while as a chopper pilot, but I got out a couple years back. I done a few security contracts every once in a while, but it's a little hard for somebody like me to get a 'professional' job. As for how long I've been here, it's pretty much the same as you." She explains simply, motioning to a similar tattoo on the shaved side of her head. "I guess I got lucky that I already had such an extreme hairstyle, I've seen some of the girls around here with their heads completely shaved."

You nod in understanding, though glance in confusion at the little girl and the old man, "What about them? Any idea why they still have all their hair?"

"Well from what I can tell the old coot's been in here for a long time, probably from before they started branding us, and the girl with the scarf over there actually has one too, they just let her grow her hair back for some reason, not sure why. As for the little girl..." She trails off as she looks at the robot and the kid, "That's a kind of complicated story, and I don't think it's mine to tell. Sorry."

>>31718254
I think everyone here knows the tripfag was talking out of his ass. We were just giving possible explanations.

>Ask her to introduce you to somebody else.
>Go read a book.

>>31718438
>>Ask her to introduce you to somebody else.
Might as well, aye?

>>31718438
>>Ask her to introduce you to somebody else.
Go to the girl

>>31718438
>Ask her to introduce you to somebody else.

>>31718438
>>Ask her to introduce you to somebody else.

>>31718438
>Ask her to introduce you to somebody else.
I'm kind of interested in the little girl and the robot that seems to be her guardian.

>>31718387
>>Ask her to introduce you to somebody else.
Well, might as well see if she'd tell me.

Also, since you were in the military, you mind helping me figure out how to use a gun?

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The simple answer to the sudden rash of curiosity about why the officer asked us about our title is that I goofed and didn't think about the tattoo which which is similar to the one in the thread image. That said I'm going to go with he couldn't completely see it and it's protocol to ask anyways. Sorry 'bout the confusion.

>>31718538
I can have her ask about it if you want. I meant to put it up to a vote earlier on whether or not you have any experience at all with firing a pistol.

>>31718602
Might as well.

Your gaze settles on the little girl who you notice just woke up from her nap on her robot's lap and is now talking to it animatedly. A small smile crosses your face as you watch her, though you get the distinct feeling that the robot is staring back at you, making you shift uncomfortably in your seat before looking back at Angelicia. "Well, I saw you talking to her earlier, would you mind introducing me to her?" You ask, receiving a shrug in response.

"Sure, I don't see why not." She replies, before pausing half-way to her feet. "Err...just when we're talking to them, try not to stare at him."

You blink in confusion before following her gaze to the robot, who's once again paying full attention to the little girl. "Okay..." You're not really sure what to make of that, but shake the thought from your head as you stand up, only to notice your tattooed acquaintance staring at the pistol holstered under your right arm. "What?"

She raises an eyebrow at you, "I thought you said you were a doctor...do you even know how to use that thing?" She asks, motioning towards the offending weapon.

>Well do you?
>If you don't, do you want to ask her if she'll teach you how to use it?

>>31718602
I'd rather say that Jack knows how to use a whip.

HOW he knows how to use a whip is a VERY interesting story.

His parents fell in love because they had similiar interests. Unfortunetly for Jack's psyche when he had a bad nightmare one night when he was six, their mutual interest was BDSM.

AND THAT'S WHY JACK NEVER BROUGHT FRIENDS OVER TO HIS HOUSE

>>31718925

Yes, our old man made sure that we were well versed in firearms.

>>31718925
"I got into call of duty during my spare time, but I never actually fired one myself."

>>31718602
No, we don't. We're just a normal doctor, not a military one. We had little to no free time, working the odd shifts in the ER of a civilian hospital. That said, we just picked the best thing we could from the armory, and pistols in general aren't as difficult as larger weapons. We'll learn.

>>31718925
>Well do you?
Yes, we were in the national guard.

>>31718964

Yeah, I'd rather support this.

>>31718925
Only a little. Uncle Walt was a republican.

>>31718964
This sounds good

>>31718925
sure you work at an er, we could have worked at a bad part in the city were patients would regularly threaten you and people would try and steal the er's drugs. so u had to learn to weild a gun for self-protection

>>31718964
This, our father was a proper american who taught his son the way of the gun

>>31718925
a little but not a much as I am comfortable with...what with the alien worlds slavery and getting shipped to The unknown

>Well do you?
Not alien firearms. Seriously, is the magazine in the handle, or is it in this glowy-handguard thing?

>>31718925
Yes we do were in the national gaurd and so on...also >>31718938 because its funny. Now how WE learned how to use whips involved accidentally getting involved with someone from their club without even meaning to.

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Looks like we have at least a working knowledge of most firearms.

>>31718938
That's terrible.

I love it.

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You blink and shrug, "Sure, you just point that end towards people and pull the trigger, right?"

The look on Angelicia's face is priceless, you smile innocently while she looks at you as if she was horrified at your response. "You can't be serious..." The words come out in a pleading tone as she continues staring at you.

Finally you break, unable to keep your amusement held in any longer. "No, I'm not serious, Angelicia. I've been going to the range with my dad since I was ten, trust me I can handle myself. Granted it's going to take a little experimenting to make sure that I don't screw something up with this thing, but that's what the manual is for, isn't it?"

You can practically feel the relief flow freely from the punk as she relaxes, shortly before shooting a glare at you. "That wasn't funny, Doc." She mutters darkly, turning on her heel and moving towards the girl and her robot as you merely grin wider in reply.

"Sure it was, you just need to lighten up." You shoot back a you catch up to her.

It almost looks like she's about to respond to you when you hear a high-pitched voice butt into the conversation, "Hi, Angel, who's he?"

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Both you and your companion turn your attention to the source, which as it turns out is the little girl you were coming over here to meet in the first place. You notice that while she's wearing a happy smile, she still seems rather curious about you.

Angelicia returns the little girl's smile, waving back at her with all the enthusiasm of a sugared up four year old, "Hey, Lizzie, this is Jack. He's pretty interesting, even if he is a little bit of a smart as-oh uh, sorry, Lizzie. Anyways, he's cool...actually he's a doctor!" The punk responds, looking a little embarrassed at her slip-up.

Lizzie's eyes light up at the mention of you being a doctor, "Oooh, really? Do you like being a doctor? That's what I want to be when I grow up!" The little girl's voice is full of excitement, apparently you're an object of great interest to her now.

You smile at her and nod, "I do. It can be pretty exciting, depending on what kind of doctor you want to be." You reply gently, thankful for the easy-in the tattooed mechanic provided.

The little girl giggles at your answer, "That's good! I want to be the kind of doctor that helps people, then I can help my big brother get better!" She replies, her eyes turning to adoration as she looks at the robot. You hear Angelicia draw in a small hiss at her words, while you wince at them yourself. Though, from the way the ex-soldier is looking at the robot now, you get the feeling that the two of you might have different reasons for your distress.

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Before you can really formulate a response to explain, as gently as possible, to a little girl that she's not ever going to get to go back to Earth, your attention is pulled back to the real world when the robot shakes it's head slowly, "Lizzie, we've been over this. There's nothing anybody can do to reverse what they done to me." The girl sighs and sticks her lip out in a pout, though doesn't argue further with it. You note that the construct's mechanical voice has a very distinct medium-pitched whir to it.

Your mind races, trying to catch up to what you're witnessing, while the robot turns it's attention back to the two of you. "Is there something we can do for you, Angelicia? Or are you just here to introduce him. If it's the latter, then my name is Tobias and this is my little sister Elizabeth." You Lizzie puff up indignantly, as if she's about to yell at the robot claiming to be her brother, "Or, Lizzie, as she prefers to be called."

To be honest, you're more than just a little unsettled by the robot's, though you suppose that it's entirely possible that it's another one of the alien's experiments. If it is then you don't see why you shouldn't treat it like anybody else. Especially since it obviously means so much to the little girl.

>Offer the robot a handshake.
>Mention the scarf he's wearing. Ask if he knows what it means.
>Write-in.

>>31720947
>>Offer the robot a handshake.
>>Mention the scarf he's wearing. Ask if he knows what it means.

>>31720947
Offer the robot the handshake and ask what happened to him

>>31720947
>Offer the robot a handshake.
"Pleased to meet ya."

>>31720947
>>Mention the scarf he's wearing. Ask if he knows what it means.

>>31720947
>Offer the robot a handshake.
Let's just act as casual as possible.

>>31720947
>Offer the robot a handshake.
Hey, Jack Yarrick. Or apparently Doc, now. It's a pleasure to meet you, Tobias.

>Mention the scarf he's wearing. Ask if he knows what it means.
By the way, OP, what are the colors that Tobias and the other girl have for their shawls?

Looks like I'm writing for treating him like a normal person and asking about the scarf.

>>31721070
Both of theirs are red as well, though the patterns are slightly different. It's entirely possible that they received theirs from somebody other than Adria. There's not a large group of human sympathizers here, but the community does still exist.

Also they'd only be gifted to those who they thought were worthy of them. Obviously we know what we done to earn our gift, but the others are a mystery...though the similar colors should probably give you a hint.

>>31720947

We might want to take the robot aside and ask them what happened.

So, the ruling body of the galaxy is already aware that the race that kidnapped us was performing illegal experiments and issued sanctions against them.

But I'm pretty sure whatever they did to Tobias violates a lot of sentient rights.

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Your eyes catch the robot's, or Tobias you suppose, scarf once again as you extend your hand in an a friendly manner, offering him a smile. "It's nice to meet you, Tobias." You reply lightly, despite your slight unease at 'his' body.

There's an awkward silence as Tobias cocks his head to the side curiously and Angelicia stares at you in shock, you are, however happy to note that Lizzie is beaming at you, a smile that only grows larger when her brother ultimately accepts your hand in a firm shake. "Likewise, Jack." He replies, the strange pitch of his voice slightly higher than it was before.

Lizzie giggles excitedly as she dives forward and catches her brother in an enthusiastic hug, "See?! I told you that you could still make friends!" She practically shouts, bringing forth a chuckle from yourself, as well as an odd buzzing tone from the cyborg.

With the ice finally shattered Angelicia's bubbly attitude resurfaces and she jumps back into the conversation, engaging the three of you in small talk for a while up until Lizzie asks her take her to the bathroom. There's a short silence as the girls leave, before you glance back towards Tobias and finally ask the question that's been bugging you since you first saw him. Well, one of them anyways. The other one can probably wait for later. "Hey. If you don't mind me asking, I was wondering if you knew what that scarf you're wearing means." You ask carefully, though the cyborg would have to be completely blind to not see how curious you are.
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>>31722102
Tobias cocks his head to the side again before nodding slowly, you're pretty sure he's looking at your scarf now too, he might even be realizing how much more detailed the patterns on yours are compared to his. "Yes. I asked our escort what it meant when she gave it to me. From the way she reacted, I'm relatively certain that it has a more intimate meaning, in addition to being presented to prestigious warriors."

"Yeah, that's what G'las said too." You reply before continuing slowly. "Do you mind if I ask how you earned it?"

The cyborg looks at you for a moment, as if judging if he really wants to tell you, before shaking his head in the negative. "I apologize, Jack, but I would rather not talk about it right now." He pauses, his head tilted downwards for a few seconds, before continuing, "It has absolutely nothing to do with not trusting you, I'm just not comfortable with talking about it. It deals heavily in their reasons as for uploading my mind into this body."

>Push him despite his discomfort.
>It's fine, no big deal. No reason to force him to talk about if he doesn't want to.
>Apologize for bringing up bad memories.

>>31722355
>>It's fine, no big deal. No reason to force him to talk about if he doesn't want to.
>>Apologize for bringing up bad memories.

>>31722355
>It's fine, no big deal. No reason to force him to talk about if he doesn't want to.

>>31722355

>It's fine, no big deal. No reason to force him to talk about if he doesn't want to.
>Apologize for bringing up bad memories.

We're a Doctor, we know how to deal with people who've been through significant trauma.

Also, calling it now, Lizzie was in danger and Tobias went berserk and nearly killed himself while protecting her. He also wiped out all of his enemies.

>>31722355
>Apologize for bringing up bad memories.
>write in

Talk about where him and Lizzie came from.

>>31722355
>>It's fine, no big deal. No reason to force him to talk about if he doesn't want to.

>>31722355
>>It's fine, no big deal. No reason to force him to talk about if he doesn't want to.

>>31722355
>>It's fine, no big deal. No reason to force him to talk about if he doesn't want to.
>>Apologize for bringing up bad memories.

"Tell him ours anyways.

And then ask him where hes from and what he did before.

>>31722355
Fair enough.

We should ask him what he knows about any other abductees.

Writing. Also I assure you that once we get to where we're going it won't be quite so rail-roady. Hopefully, anyways. This entire thing is a first for me, so I guess we get to see how it turns out in the long run.

>>31722645

Railroady?

Its been ok so far. We even had choice of a destination and somethings just need to happen at the start.

You're doing fine.

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>>31722645
YES HOW DARE YOU AMUSE ME BY GIVING ME CHOICES AND CONSEQUENCES YOU SHOULD FEEL ASHAMED

Seriously, OP, no problem. As long as people are having fun, you're doing a good job.

A grimace crosses your face at the revelation, "I see, sorry to bring it up then. I understand perfectly why that wouldn't be high on your list of talking points." You say sympathetically, "I'm not sure what your plans are once we get to where we're going, but if you decide to stick around for any amount of time then feel free to talk to me. I'm not a psychologist, but I'm willing to listen if you want to unload."

Tobias nods gratefully, "I will...consider your offer." He replies slowly before cocking his head again. "I realize that it may not be fair, given my failure to divulge my own story, but would you be willing to tell me how you came to be awarded your own gift?"

You raise an eyebrow before shrugging nonchalantly. "Sure, I don't min-" You start, only to be interrupted as Lizzie comes running back towards the two of you, a flustered Angelicia in tow.

"Hey guys, guess what? Angel has a BOYFRIEND!" The little girl shouts excitedly, loud enough that anybody who cared to listen in could hear it.

A crimson streak flashes across the mechanic's face at her words, though other than that she only lets out an annoyed sigh. "I've told you already, Lizzie, I don't have a boyfriend. Now can we please drop the subject?"

You direct a smirk towards the punkish girl while Tobias lets out a grainy buzz while shaking his head. "Let her be, Elizabeth, there's no reason to embarrass her. She doesn't have to tell us who her boyfriend is if she doesn't want to." He says, his tone taking on that buzzing quality once again.

It's obvious that neither of the girls are happy at his response, given the looks they throw him. "I don't have a-

"But she has a bo-"
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The two of them are interrupted from trying to talk above each other as a tone rings out through the terminal, followed by the echoing voice of one of the K'tulu. "All passengers taking the transport to Velik Leis are required to prepare to board at gate Arak. Have your immigration and registration forms completed and ready to present to your boarder and ensure that you have all luggage secured, you will not be reimbursed for lost possessions."

Your group perks up at the announcement, all traces of frustration vanishing from both of the girls' faces in favor of the bubbly excitement that you've come to associate with them. You turn to go grab your bag, clutching your helmet under the arm opposite from your pistol. "I'll tell you my story some other time." You tell Tobias, before glancing towards the girls, "I'll see you guys soon."

As soon as you reach your bag you snatch it off the floor, trying but ultimately failing to keep an excited grin of your own from spreading across your face at the thought of finally leaving your prison, once and for all. It only takes you a moment to pull the tablet containing your forms from your bag before slinging it over your shoulder on your way to jump in line behind the dark skinned girl.

You notice the girl glance at you curiously, her eyes locked on your scarf, seemingly just as interested in it as you were with hers and Tobias'. For a moment you consider striking up a conversation with her but ultimately decide against it as your line starts moving forward, though unfortunately it's slow going as all of the people that were previously glued to the screens have returned to the terminal and shoved their own way into the line ahead and behind you.

Looks like you've got a bit of a wait ahead of you before you get to board your transport. Still, surely it won't be long now, and if a few minutes is all that's separating you from your ultimate freedom, you think you can afford to be patient for a little while longer.

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Alright guys, I'm going to take a little break, but I should be back pretty soon. I'm just running to get a drink and maybe a bite to eat seeing as I haven't eaten since four. If everybody's still interested in having me continue when I get back, I'll definitely do so.

>>31724144
Lurker here, you are doing a great job and I would be really interested in seeing you continue. Hell, I will even start posting.

>>31724144
No problem, you've been running for 9 hours, you deserve a break.

>>31724144
We will await your glorious return, Serah Hawk!

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>>31724290

>>31724144
This still happening ? Please tell me it is.

Also, GET A TWITTER.

>>31724144
OP

OP

WHERE ARE YOU, OP

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Alright, I'm back now. Sorry that took so long guys. I'll start getting the next post written up now.

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>>31725400
Sweet lord Satan thank you.
>Pic in return

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Time seems, once again, as if it has slowed almost to a dead halt as the line to board your transport slowly advances. You find yourself fidgeting impatiently while you glance at the clock on the departures board almost every five minutes, though you do eventually manage to see the light at the end of the tunnel as the attendant starts processing the girl in front of you. Finally, after an excruciating half-hour of moving a couple steps every few minutes the attendant motions you forward. "Good evening, Human. May I see have your immigration and registration forms?" She asks, surprising you with a respect you haven't received in months.

"Yes ma'am. Is there anything else you need from me?" You reply with a quick nod, handing the table to her as if you couldn't get rid of it fast enough.

The attendant offers you a professional smile as she takes the tablet from you and flips through the major highlights before setting it down in a stack with the rest of the devices she's received. "Yes, I must ask that if you have any weapons or other potentially dangerous on your person that you leave them holstered and with the safety on or similarly deactivated except in the case of a life-threatening emergency." She replies politely, looking pointedly at your pistol and the plasma whip clipped on your belt.

You raise a surprised eyebrow at that. "That's...it? You're not going to confiscate it for secure holding or something?" You ask, somewhat incredulously, though your disbelief only shines through further when she rolls her eyes.
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"You'd be amazed at how many of your people have asked that same question today." She mutters exasperatedly, before continuing. "No, we are not confiscating any of your weapons, Sir. While we recognize the potential danger of allowing our passengers to carry live weapons onto our transports, I assure you that we have the ability to defend against an attack from within. Furthermore we've found that, while not entirely successful, allowing our passengers to carry their weapons onto the transport greatly reduces the chance of an attack by pirates."

Despite your best efforts you can't help the chuckle that escapes you as you shake your head with a shrug. "Okay, if you say so. I guess you'd have more experience with that than me." You say quietly.

The attendant offers you another one of her smiles before shrugging as if she wasn't sure what to say to that. "Do you have any other questions for me, Sir? If not then you are free to board the transport. Please find a seat as quickly as possible, as we will be taking off as soon as all passengers are on board and the pre-flight checks have been completed. You will be assigned a personal room shortly after we leave the pass the last of the planet's artificial satellites." She finishes in a friendly tone.

You nod in understanding before sliding your helmet back over your head and securing the seals again, more to free up your hands than anything else. "Alright, I'll do that then. Have a good day, ma'am." You reply shortly, before moving forward with carefully measured steps, not wanting to show your former captives just how excited you are to be freed from their clutches.
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>>31726287
Woops, that image was supposed to be for the next post.

>>31726287
is anyone still here?

>>31726659
I'm Lurking still, somewhat.

>>31726659
Yep, just waiting for the third post.

Your attention is quickly pulled from controlling your pace, however, as you take your first conscious steps on an honest to god space ship. Granted, you've obviously been on at least one before, but you've never really had the chance to soak it in during those first sheer moments of terror, and after you broke the sternum of one of your abductors used the pen in your pocket to kill another by jamming it in to where a human's carotid artery would be, they quickly stunned you with on of their damned batons.

Looking around while you're shuffled through the corridors and into the main common area, you find yourself captivated by the massive scale of it. Clearly this ship was meant to transport hundreds, maybe even thousands of people across the galaxy, and they're using it to take, at most, a hundred humans to some backwater colony that hardly anybody aside from archaeologists and explorers has heard of. A satisfied smirk etches itself onto your face as you realize that it's the K'tulu government that's being forced to pay for this complete and total waste of resources, all for a race that many of them view as being beneath themselves.

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You do eventually manage to pull yourself from your internal gloating long enough to cast an eye around the common area, trying to find an open seat somewhere. It doesn't take you long to notice Lizzie and Angelicia waving at you from across the room, Tobias seems to look at you for a moment before staring straight ahead once again...you almost wonder if he's otherwise occupied. Unfortunately, despite your desire to sit with the group that you've connected with, you see that all of the seats around them are taken up, looks like you'll have to catch up with them again later. Finally, after searching for what feels like an eternity; what were you thinking not grabbing a seat when you first came in here anyways; you manage to spot an open seat between the dark-skinned woman that was eying your scarf while you were in line, and the middle-aged man that seemed to want to do nothing more than clean his rifle while he was in the terminal. You quickly dart forward and snatch the seat before anybody else can take it, drawing a raised eyebrow from the girl and a disgruntled stare from the man, though neither of them bother to say anything to you and eventually go back to what they were doing before; the girl seems to be toying with her scarf somewhat nervously while the man starts rifling through his bag, only to pull out a bottle of a strange glowing liquid and a single shot glass. You raise an eyebrow at them, hidden behind your helmet. Guess they're not exactly the talkative type, are they?

What should you do?
>Start talking to the girl, ask if there's anything wrong.
>Start talking with the man, see if you might be able to get a drink of that stuff.
>Read a book, you still haven't started on any of your manuals, and that stuff might be important soon.

>>31726735
>>Start talking with the man, see if you might be able to get a drink of that stuff.
The hell kind'a stuff is that, man?

>>31726735
>Read a book, you still haven't started on any of your manuals, and that stuff might be important soon.
No need to force them into a conversation they don't want. Plus we'll need to be up to date on our equipment, don't want to die cause we didn't know about a double safety or something.

>>31726735
>Read a book, you still haven't started on any of your manuals, and that stuff might be important soon.

We needa read mang.

>>31726735
>>Read a book, you still haven't started on any of your manuals, and that stuff might be important soon.

>>31726735
>Start talking to the girl, ask if there's anything wrong.

>>31726735
>>Read a book, you still haven't started on any of your manuals, and that stuff might be important soon.

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You decide that it'd probably be a good idea to actually read one of the books you've managed to gather over the course of the day. Pulling out your tablet you sigh tiredly as you scan through the titles on display.

>Galactic Codex [Updated Regularly]
>KEM TM 31-200-1, Bangladore Combat Engineer Armor [Unread]
>KEM TM 92-321-2, Centurion Arc Pistol MK.2 [Unread]
>KEM TM 83-54-8, Lenoshan Plasma Whip MK.4 [Unread]

>>31726923
>>KEM TM 31-200-1, Bangladore Combat Engineer Armor [Unread]
then
>>KEM TM 92-321-2, Centurion Arc Pistol MK.2 [Unread]

I gotta drop out, now, OP, I'm barely keeping my eyes open.

>>31726923
>Galactic Codex [Updated Regularly]
Might as well learn more about the universe.

>>31726923

>KEM TM 92-321-2, Centurion Arc Pistol MK.2 [Unread]

>KEM TM 31-200-1, Bangladore Combat Engineer Armor [Unread]

>>31726942
Alright, thanks for coming. Honestly I'll probably only be good for a little while longer before dropping out myself. At the very least we'll end up getting to our room before the session ends though.

>>31726923
>>KEM TM 92-321-2, Centurion Arc Pistol MK.2 [Unread]

Looks like we'll be reading the Centurion manual, and maybe we'll start in on the Bangalore Armor TM if we've got time.

Your eyes travel over the titles curiously, considering checking out your codex and the manual for your armor before finally coming to a rest on the TM for your pistol. You did tell Angelicia that you were going to read that, granted you didn't tell her when, but the point still stands. You hold your breath as you tap the little symbol to open up your manual, half expecting it to still be in whatever the K'tulu's dominant language is, though you let it out in a sigh of relief as the application opens, the title printed in bold english.

While it would be a stretch to say that you're entertained as you flip through the book, you will admit that you find it interesting as you read about how to properly disassemble, clean, and reassemble your pistol, as well as how to activate the holosights, rather than relying on the ironsights, when and how to remove the Arc adapter, and the proper way to chamber a round. Ultimately it only takes you about an hour and half to read through the book, and when you've finished with it you're more than confident that you can, at the very least, competently use your pistol. (+1 to aim, +2 against shields, +2 for less than lethal damage.)
(1/2 or 3)

After finishing the manual you look up tiredly, unsurprised to see that the common area has only gotten more packed since you forfeited your attention. A quick glance at the people on either side of you tells you that the old man is, unsurprisingly, leaning drunkenly back in his chair while the girl has stopped fiddling with her scarf and seems to have taken a page from your book, having started reading herself. You blink as you realize what you just thought before shaking your head at the horrible pun...obviously you're more tired than you thought you were. There are still a few people trickling into the area though, and rather than try and force either of your 'companions' into a conversation that they obviously don't want, you decide to start in on another one of your manuals.

This time when you open up your list you immediately tap on the title for your armor, figuring that since it's the one that prompted you to ask for a manual in the first place, it makes sense that you should actually read it. Rather than the vague interest you exhibited with the Centurion's manual, you find yourself utterly engrossed in the manual for your engineering suit and, you'll admit, slightly embarrassed to learn that this entire time you've been walking around with your shields down. You immediately stop reading and rectify that with your HUD, jumping slightly when you hear the shield generator whir to life while the bright flash that it gives out as your shield flares up draws a few stares, as well as an irritated grunt from the old man next to you. You do manage to refocus your attention on your manual for a few more minutes after that, long enough to learn how to engage the electro-magnets in your boots, as well as learn that you've apparently got a sort of gravity generator built into the suit, meant to help prevent health problems in humans during long stays on low gravity planets, though you opt not to try out either of those options right now.
(2/3)

Unfortunately, before you can get any further in your suit's manual you hear the ship's intercom buzz to life. "Ladies and gentlemen, at this time I need you to all take a seat and secure your safety harnesses. If you are unable to fasten your harness yourself, an attendant will assist you in this task. We are now preparing for lift-off and should be exiting the planet's gravitational field in just a few minutes. Once we have passed all of the planet's artificial satellites, we request that you stay seated until one of our attendants can show you to your personal quarters. At this time, please power down all tablets or other electronic devices, as if you do not then there is a chance that they may be damaged while leaving the atmosphere, we will tell you once it's safe to re-activate said devices."

Your eyes roll at the speaker's long-winded request, though you do make a point to power down your tablet before securing the four-point harness strapped to the chair you're sitting in. Despite your dismissal of the speech, you can feel your heart pounding as you feel the engines roar to life underneath you, prompting you to look out one of the large windows installed in the common area. You swallow heavily as you watch the ship lift up off the ground, before jumping a little as you feel the ship suddenly thrust forward, leaving the surface behind as quickly as possible. There's a few seconds of silence as every passenger on board stares back at the planet that had been their prison, for some it was just a few weeks, others it had been years, but you were all inmates on that desert planet.

(3/4) Decided that I'm just gonna get it all done in one go. I'm afraid that this isn't really a great example of my work, probably, but I'm suddenly really tired and I can't just leave it where it is now. So uh...yeah sorry about the pacing of these last few posts.

>>31727778
It's fine, it's fine.
Just keep doin watchu doin.

Finally a collective cheer erupts across the ship, people laughing in disbelief while just as many cry tears of joy, for your own part, you're glad that you're wearing your helmet, because that stupid grin that you tried so hard to hide earlier is impossible to wipe off your face right now. A quick glance at the girl on your left reveals a smile that's probably just as wide as yours is, though the real surprise to you is when you look to the old man, only to see tears flowing freely down his face as he watches the brown rock he'd been stuck on for god knows how long disappear into the blackness of space.

Just a few minutes after leaving the planet the intercom buzzes to life again to inform all of you that the ship has passed the last artificial satellite and that the attendants will begin showing people to their rooms shortly. You count yourself extremely lucky that, as you unbuckle your harness, you're one of the very first people that they grab, ushering you out of the commons area and down a particularly lavish corridor. Your footsteps fall heavily behind your escort as you follow her, "This will be your room right here, sir. Here's your key card, as well as a spare, in case you would like to allow anybody else access into your room. Please, if you need anything don't hesitate to request room service."

You offer her a tired smile and a nod, though realize belated that she can't see it behind your helmet, "Ah, thank you. I appreciate your help." You reply, though if you're honest you're much more grateful when she turns to leave after assuring you that it's no problem. As soon as she's left you slide your card through the reader and tap your foot impatiently as you wait for the door to open.
(4/5) This character limit is killing m.

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Thankfully it seems to sense your discomfort and slides open quickly, allowing you to step through the doorway and drop both of your bags on the floor just inside the room. Before you even reach the bed you're already stripping off your suit, you don't even bother to look around your room before you collapse on the bed, content to lay atop the covers in your underclothes. Within a minute of your head hitting the pillow you've already passed out, your last conscious thoughts of freedom drifting away blissfully.

End of Episode 3.

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>>31727930
GG to you, serah Hawk.
I SHALL AWAIT THE NEXT INSTALLMENT

>>31727956
I appreciate it. It'll probably be up again tomorrow, though I sincerely doubt that I'll go this late again. Seems like it's detrimental to the quality, not to mention not many people are around for it. The gall of those people, not staying up into the wee hours of the morning with me.

>>31727999
Thanks for running. I couldn't post earlier because 4chan was saying my tablet was spam :/

>>31728013
No problem. It's a lot of fun to me, and as long as people are enjoying it then I'll keep doing it.

>>31727999
good job hawk a great episode

>>31728039

Thanks for running man.

You've got a knack for writing the characters and the setting's pretty interesting.