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An overwhelming silence, broken only by the sound of your footsteps, has descended upon your team as you lead them through the empty corridors of the transport ship. Everybody involved with the flanking mission, even the loudmouthed Johnny, is clearly nervous about what you're going to find when you finally breach the vents and start making your way through them. Even with the threat of possibly running straight into a death trap hanging over all of your heads though, there's no a single one of you that isn't surprised and somewhat appreciative when you finally see your access point.

"That...is one big freakin' vent..." Johnny says somewhat disbelievingly while letting out a low whistle.

Abigail nods in agreement, drawing a couple of surprised looks, "While I 'ate to agree wiz anyzing 'ee says, 'ee is right. Zat zing is massive!"

You're glad that you've got your helmet on to hide your face at the moment, because if you didn't then there would be no hiding the smirk on your face, while the rest of your team openly laughs at the unappreciative glare your suit-wearing member shoots at the French girl.

"Gee thanks, Abbi, I really appreciate your supportive commentary." He mutters under his breath, just loud enough for your team to hear him, though nobody bothers to reply to him, least of all you or Abigail.

You shake your head and let out a sigh as you step forward, letting your shotgun hang from its' sling, and grip one side of the gigantic vent cover built into the while Freida does the same to the other side. The two of you share a quick look, you taking a deep breath, before ripping the cover outwards and jumping back to the sides as it comes crashing down into the hallway, making your head swivel to both sides of the hallway, half expecting to see a squad of pirates come running around the corner.
(1/2 or 3)

>>31827087
Thankfully the marauding aliens never appear, leaving you to step up to the waist-high hole in the wall and gaze into the vent warily. You note that it's wide enough for two Humans to walk through almost shoulder to shoulder while being tall enough that you'll not have any issues with hitting your head...not that you really expected to in the first place seeing as how you've never had that issue, being as short as you are.

"Alright guys, we only have to be in the vents for a little while before they'll let us out into the cafeteria. From there we'll be able to get into the hall that will take us to the opposite side of the bridge...you guys ready?"

You look back at them just in time to see Jaye shrug nonchalantly, "I'm as ready as I'll ever be to run through a little space a bunch of people before jumping out and stabbing aliens, Boss."

>>31827256
Well...fair enough, you suppose. You turn back to the vents and move to enter them, letting out a small grunt as you crawl up onto the ledge, extending your hand to help Freida up before staring carefully along them as the rest of your team helps each other into the hole. Your mind races as you try to decide the best way to move through this area. On one hand if you still don't know if the pirates have been through here from the other side of the vent, for all you know they could have trapped the place. But then again if they were so concerned about guarding this vent then wouldn't hey have posted some actual guards here? A cursory glance doesn't lead to anything that immediately pops out at your eye, but you'll be the first to admit that you don't have a trained eye fro finding traps hidden in vents.
>Move through as fast as possible. It's important that you get to the bridge as soon as you can.
>Move through the vents at a quick pace, you need to be careful but you can't take too much time here.
>Move through the vents at a slow pace. While you need to get out of here quickly but you don't want to end up getting anybody hurt.
Regardless of your choice, roll 3d10 along with your option.

Rolled 9, 9, 4 = 22

>>31827292
>Move through the vents at a quick pace, you need to be careful but you can't take too much time here.
And maybe have Frieda take point, since she's a soldier and may know what to look for.
The technology may advance, but a good place for a trap is always a good place for a trap.

Rolled 2, 7, 9 = 18

>>31827292
>>Move through as fast as possible. It's important that you get to the bridge as soon as you can.

Rolled 8, 4, 6 = 18

>>31827292
>>Move through the vents at a quick pace, you need to be careful but you can't take too much time here.

>>31827329
>>31827542
Writing to be quick but careful.

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>23, 19, 19. (+1 from having Freida take point.) Great success!

You blow out a heavy breath before looking to your left, "Hey, uh, Freida, do you mind..."

The Israeli woman glances at you with an understanding nod, "Of course, Doctor, I understand." She says easily, before turn to address the your team. "Everybody stagger yourselves on the opposite side of the person in front of you. Keep your eyes open for anything out of place, and try to keep at least five meters between yourselves, but it may not be possible in here."

Having said that she moves out at a brisk pace, her eyes scanning the path in front of you with a professional's confidence. With her leading the way your team makes it most of the way through the vents without incident. However just as you're getting ready to round the final corner she suddenly comes to a stop while her hand snaps up into the air, balled up in a fist. "We've got something right around the bend, Doctor." She tells you simply, using the hand she'd raised up to point at whatever it is she sees.

Your eyes follow her direction, searching fruitlessly for a few seconds before finally picking out what it is that she's trying to show you. Just around the turn in the corner, barely visible from your perspective, you see two thin beams of light shining brightly against the opposite side of the vent from you. You can feel your heart rate increase significantly as you stare at it before swallowing and turning at her, finding that she's already looking at you patiently. "Do you have any idea what they are?"

>>31827936

plasma claymore?

>>31827936
"Best guess? Laser tripwire connected to an explosive, probably a teched up version of a claymore."

Rolled 4, 4, 3 = 11

>>31827936

We have combat engineer armor - think there's a disarm tool? ctrl-f that manual?

>>31828123
Claymores they are, no idea how they work tho, laser might just be a decoy.

Best bet is to send someone first, see if they can bypass the laser.

>>31828208
Now that I think about it, this setup is awfully obvious. No one paying attention would fall for it...

Let's check the ground for mines and tripwires.

She shrugs noncommittally, "If I have to guess, then I'll say they're probably some kind of variant of a claymore mine. Break the beam and you'll set them off."

You nod in understanding, your gaze traveling back towards the beams, "So you think it's safe to get closer then? Try and get a better look at them?"

"Sure, I was going to suggest that we do that myself." She replies easily, slowly leading you up to just a few feet away from the mines.

Thankfully it looks like the pirates only set up these two right around the corner in an attempt to kill anybody blindly going around it, and it almost worked. To be honest you're almost certain that if you hadn't asked Freida to lead you through then you would have run straight into them, and you're not sure if your shields or armor would have held up to them. With that thought in your mind you blow out a relieved breath and look to her again, "Do you think you can disable them?"

She looks at you skeptically, raising an eyebrow as she does so. "Maybe...I have had training with explosives, but I'm obviously not familiar with these. They seem simple enough, I guess, but I'm not sure what kind of anti-tampering devices they might have on them." She explains simply, before motioning to the beams again. "I think it would be safer, and probably quicker, to just try to crawl under them. Whoever put these up was being sloppy, they left plenty of room at the bottom for us to move through. Probably didn't think anybody would actually try to come through here."
(2/3)

>>31828325

I be giving the pirates too much credit.

Smart thing would be laser beam decoy, Motion Sensor-tripped tripmines.

Your eye travels to the area she motioned to, looking at it critically. You're pretty sure that she's right but at the same time it might not hurt to try and disarm them, if she thinks she can, plus those mines might be a nice thing to have, assuming you can figure out how to use them properly without blowing yourself up.
>Take her advice and crawl under the beams. It's the safest thing to do and you're not risking your team just for the possibility of getting a shiny new toy that you don't know how to use.
>Ask her to try and disable them anyways. She says that the pirates were sloppy, so maybe that means they didn't bother to engage the anti-tampering devices...assuming that's something you engage even. You don't know much about this.
>Check the area in front of you thoroughly before doing anything else. You trust Freida, but you just want to make double sure.

>>31828398
>Check the area in front of you thoroughly before doing anything else. You trust Freida, but you just want to make double sure.

>>31828398
>Take her advice and crawl under the beams. It's the safest thing to do and you're not risking your team just for the possibility of getting a shiny new toy that you don't know how to use.

>>31828398

Check area infront.

>>31828398
>Check the area in front of you thoroughly before doing anything else. You trust Freida, but you just want to make double sure.

Betting on a tripwire

>>31828441
>>31828469
>>31828487
Writing to check the area carefully.

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You don't say anything for several moments as you gaze intently down the passageway, doing your best to make sure that neither of you are missing anything else that could end your mission with an explosion of superheated plasma and shrapnel. You're just about to nod and turn back to your co-commander when your eyes catch something that make them narrow with suspicion. You crouch down and take a knee, your nerves uneasy at how close you are to those beams, "Jack, what-"

Freida's eyes widen in shock as she sees your hand hover just a few inches under the beam that she was suggesting you crawl under, her eyes obviously catching the thin, almost nonexistent, pressure plate that had previously blended in with the dark floor of the vent. "I think I might have found a problem with your idea, Freida." You mutter quietly as she joins you in crouching near the mines before casting a glance at her, "Do you think you can fix this or do we need to figure something else out?"

The soldier swallows heavily, much like you'd done yourself a few moments earlier, "I...yes. I believe that I can disable that relatively easily, now that I know it is there." She replies heavily, a guilty look in her eyes, "I'm sorry I did not see that myself, Doctor. If you had followed my suggestion then surely we would have been injured greatly, at the very least."
(1/2)

>>31829057

I figured some sort of detection sensor would've been more appropriate, rather then a pressure plate in a starship vent.

You raise a hidden eyebrow at the woman's apology, as well as her declaration that she can disarm the plate. While she did miss it earlier she does sound confident that she can take care of it, and she is the one that saw the trip mines in the first place so you probably shouldn't doubt her. Of course this is just as much of an unknown to you as the mines themselves, so maybe you should just have her try to disarm them to be safe. Either way, she's looking rather ashamed of her near-tragic mistake.
>Let her disarm the pressure plate and lead your team under the beams. Let her know that it's no big deal and that you're not going to start doubting her expertise just because she missed something that you barely caught yourself.
>Let her disarm the pressure plate and lead your team under the beams. Tell her to make sure she gets it right, there'll be time to talk to her about how you feel about this later, when you don't have listening ears.
>Have her disarm the mines. Tell her it's not that you don't trust her, after all you're having her work with explosives five feet from her, you'd just be more comfortable with the mines being out of the equation. Of course this will take longer than the pressure plate.
>Have her disarm the mines. As far as you're concerned this is safer, and you're not ready for a mistake that will cost your team their lives. There'll be time to talk to her about how you feel about this later, when you don't have listening ears. This will, of course take longer than the pressure plate.

>>31829117
>Tell her to disarm the mines
"Those explosives might come in handy later."

Rolled 8, 7, 10 = 25

>>31829117
>>Let her disarm the pressure plate and lead your team under the beams. Let her know that it's no big deal and that you're not going to start doubting her expertise just because she missed something that you barely caught yourself.

We'll come back for the mines after the battle, and we can still talk to her later too.

>>31829107
Maybe so. I'll have to keep it in mind for the future.

>>31829117
>Let her disarm the pressure plate and lead your team under the beams. Let her know that it's no big deal and that you're not going to start doubting her expertise just because she missed something that you barely caught yourself.

No way we're touching those mines, only a retard fucks with explosives he never saw before

Rolled 6, 3, 2 = 11

Disarm the mines
Best be safe

>>31829117
>>Let her disarm the pressure plate and lead your team under the beams. Let her know that it's no big deal and that you're not going to start doubting her expertise just because she missed something that you barely caught yourself.

>>31829174
It's probably alot more expensive to lose a sensor like that with every mine.

Low-budget pirates would probably stick to pressure-plates, I'm sure.

Pressure plate
>>31829163
>>31829175
>>31829197

Mines
>>31829140
>>31829180

Looks like we'll let her do her thing and let her know it's fine.

Rolled 4, 10, 2 = 16

>>31829117
>>Let her disarm the pressure plate and lead your team under the beams. Let her know that it's no big deal and that you're not going to start doubting her expertise just because she missed something that you barely caught yourself.
.... lets not touch the boom booms

Rolled 2, 2, 5 = 9

>>31829249

Rolled 5, 3, 2 = 10

>>31829249

Rolled 7, 10, 2 = 19

>>31829249

You nod and push yourself back into a standing position to take a few steps back while motioning to the plate, "You're the expert, Freida, I trust your judgement. One time of not catching something that I just barely did isn't going to change that."

The Israeli woman nods to you, a relieved look replacing the apprehensive one that had dominated her face just moments before. "Thank you, Jack. I appreciate your confidence in me." She replies gratefully, before turning to start disarming the hidden trigger. You decide that it would be best to let her work without the potential for you distracting her and take just a few more steps back before turning to look at your team, noticing that while Tom looks completely comfortable and Jaye seems to be at least calm, if nothing else, Johnny and Abigail are looking at you uncomfortably.

"Is zere somzing wrong, Doctor?" The redhead asks quietly, eying your co-commander as she works.

You shake your head calmly, "No, we're alright. We've just ran into a little hold-up. Freida's taking care of it now." You reply easily, noting that your answer seems to have calmed both of them down a bit.

"Ah, good, good. See, I knew it was no biggie. It's gonna take a whole lot more than a couple of little bombs to stop us right, Doc?"

Despite your general dislike for the obvious glory hound, you can't help but be at least a little amused by his comment, "Yeah, Johnny, I'm sure it'll take some more...maybe three or four. Just two wouldn't be enough to take out your ego." Reece shoots back at him, bringing forth another round of chuckles at the suited man's expense, though he seems to take it well enough this time. Or at least he doesn't bother to argue with him anyways.
(1/2)

>>31829760
It looks like you've got a bit of time before you're going to be able to move on with the mission. You figure that you could relax a little and talk to your team, try to get to know them a little better, but you're also pretty sure that Angelicia and Hans would appreciate a progress report, since you're going to be taking a little longer than originally expected to get to the bridge.
>Call in your sitrep to the diversion team.
>Spend the time to talk to learn more about your team. It's not going to be that long of a wait, so you probably don't need to bother Angelicia and Hans. If you go for this option then who do you want to ask about?

>>31829862
>Call in a sitrep

Nothing big, just tell'em we hit a snag with some explosives, might be delayed

>>31829862
>>Call in your sitrep to the diversion team.
rather they know whats currently going on then be blind sided by lack of info.

>>31829862
>>Call in your sitrep to the diversion team.
Should we also check up on Tobias and Lizzie?

>>31829862
>>Spend the time to talk to learn more about your team. It's not going to be that long of a wait, so you probably don't need to bother Angelicia and Hans. If you go for this option then who do you want to ask about?
ABSOLUTELY NOT THE CALL IN THE SITREP! What if the pirates are listening in on the radios?

>>31829901
>>31829906
>>31829954
Calling in the sitrep.

>>31829961
I'm pretty sure the first thing Angelica did when she gathered a group to assault the bridge was to change the radio frequency so we wouldn't be on the pirate's channel.

"Alright guys, it probably won't be too long, so just sit tight, alright?" You say shortly, turning to take a look at Freida's progress before before reaching up and tapping your helmet to engage your comm system. You shift impatiently for a few moments as the connection tone drones on longer than normal before straightening up when you hear it finally connect to the shared frequency that Hans and Angelicia set up for your team.

The moment the line opens up you can hear the deafening roar battle, gunfire and shouting nearly drowning out Hans' voice as he shouts into your ear, "Vat? Vat is it? Are you srough zee fents already?"

You wince slightly at the noise in your ear, but shove the discomfort to the back of your mind as you shake your head, "No, we've run into a small hold-up. The pirates trapped the vent with some mines, but Freida's working to bypass it right now." You answer calmly, before continuing as you see the Israeli mouth something to you. "Ah, she says it'll take about five more minutes, but after that we shouldn't have any problems. We can see the access point to the cafeteria from here."

There's a small delay in Hans' response as he suddenly shouts something angrily in German before finally turning his attention back to you. "Very vell. I vill make sure zat ze Princess knows about it." He replies quickly, before cutting off his end of the conversation before you can say anything else about it. You're about to do the same when you suddenly hear the racket return, followed by your friend's voice.

"I heard your report, Doc, you sure you guys are good to keep moving past it?" She asks, your ear ringing as she's forced to shout just as loud as the German man.

"Yeah, we're good. I just wanted you guys to know that we were going to be a little later to the party than we expected." You say, quickly, "We should be good after this, assuming we don't run into any of our friends on our way to the Bridge."
(1/2 or 3)

>>31830483
I find it very strange that our doc doesn't seem stressed at all by this situation.
The whole plan, and by extension, the survival of every single person on this ship depends on him, a person with absolutely no military background. If he's not just a textbook action hero, he should AT LEAST have butterflies in his stomach.

>>31830822
Don't worry. He'll probably have a nervous breakdown after he doesn't have to have his shit together anymore.

"Ah, good then. In that case I should go, as much fun as I like you, I'm not ready to get my ass shot just to talk to you on on the phone." She quips shortly, before cutting the call off much as Hans done before her.

With that done you kill your own end of the call, glancing at your co-commander as you do so. "Still going alright?"

"Yes, it is almost done. Just a couple more minutes and we should be ready to get through." She replies easily, not bothering to look up from her work.

You nod satisfied, "Good. You're doing good work, Freida, thank you."

Freida finally does take a moment to look at you with that, offering you a grateful smile, "Thank you, Doctor."

You nod again in response, before turning back to your team, "Well guys, I'm sure you heard me, we'll be moving again soon. Once we-"

Before you can finish your sentence your attention is stolen by the sound of your communicator beeping shrilly as Lizzie's picture pops up on to your HUD, making you blink in surprise. You shake your head, confused at why the little girl would be calling you now of all times. There's a little part of you that's afraid it could be that she's calling you because she's in trouble, but surely that can't be the case. You left her with Tobias and you know that he's more than capable of protecting her, having proven his proficiency in combat enough that he was gifted his scarf just the same as you and Freida were. That little nagging voice just won't quite be quiet though.
>Answer the call. It could be an emergency, not that you'd be able to do much to help her right now but still. Even if it's not you don't want to just ignore her when she's obviously in a fragile state.
>Ignore the call. While you wish you had the time to talk to her right now, you're in the middle of a mission, and you can't let yourself be distracted by the little girl right now.

Rolled 3, 1, 7 = 11

>>31830822

He's an ER doc, he's used to making sure to look calm and in charge

>>31830874
>>Answer the call. It could be an emergency, not that you'd be able to do much to help her right now but still. Even if it's not you don't want to just ignore her when she's obviously in a fragile state.

Rolled 2, 6, 3 = 11

>Answer the call. It could be an emergency, not that you'd be able to do much to help her right now but still. Even if it's not you don't want to just ignore her when she's obviously in a fragile state.

>>31830874
>>Answer the call. It could be an emergency, not that you'd be able to do much to help her right now but still. Even if it's not you don't want to just ignore her when she's obviously in a fragile state.

>>31830874
>>Answer the call. It could be an emergency, not that you'd be able to do much to help her right now but still. Even if it's not you don't want to just ignore her when she's obviously in a fragile state.

>>31830874
>Answer the call. It could be an emergency, not that you'd be able to do much to help her right now but still. Even if it's not you don't want to just ignore her when she's obviously in a fragile state.

>>31830874
>Answer the call. It could be an emergency, not that you'd be able to do much to help her right now but still. Even if it's not you don't want to just ignore her when she's obviously in a fragile state.

Looks like I'm writing to answer the call. Response time will be a bit off, as I've got to take a quick break.

You force yourself to take a calming breath before answering the call. It wouldn't do either of you any good if you suddenly broke down and started panicking just because the little girl is calling you while you're in the middle of a mission. While it takes you a minute, you eventually answer the prompt and within a few seconds afterwards you hear the familiar beep followed by a somewhat timid voice, "Doc? Can you hear me?"

Your team gives you an odd look as you adopt a gentle voice, "Hey, Lizzie, I'm here. Is everything okay? Where's your brother?" You ask steadily, though inside your mind is working overtime as it imagines all of the possible scenarios as to why she could be calling you right now.

"Oh...uh, yeah, everything's alright, I guess. Tobias is still in the living room, he let me come into my room." Lizzie answers, still speaking quietly, obviously upset about something. Still, now that you know she's not in any immediate danger you feel yourself relax...well as much as you can in the current situation anyways.

That said, you're not exactly in a position to talk to her right now, and if she's not in trouble then it might be best to talk to her later. Of course you do still have a minute or two left before you can move on, so you could ask her why she's calling you if nothing's wrong. Either way you're going to have to make this brief, you can't afford to let yourself get distracted from the mission.
>Ask her what's wrong. She's probably just scared and looking for someone to talk to.
>Tell her that you're sorry but you can't talk right now. Maybe you can call her back later?
>Write-in.

>>31831652
>Tell her that you're sorry but you can't talk right now. Maybe you can call her back later?

tell her that everyone's alright but they're going to be busy fora bit

>>31831652
>Ask her what's wrong. She's probably just scared and looking for someone to talk to.

>>31831652
>>Ask her what's wrong. She's probably just scared and looking for someone to talk to.

>>31831652
>>Ask her what's wrong. She's probably just scared and looking for someone to talk to.

Tell her we have a few minutes to see what's up but we have to go real soon, and we can talk for real later.

>>31831652

>Ask her what's wrong.

I came into this late, how the hell did this doctor get roped into being a baby sitter for someones misbegotten child?

Writing to ask her what's up, but tell her that we don't have long to talk.

Rolled 3, 5, 8 = 16

>>31831652
>>Ask her what's wrong. She's probably just scared and looking for someone to talk to.


>>31831827
More of a mismatch group of misfits really.

>>31831902
ignore that role I forgot to take that off.

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"I'm glad to hear that you're alright, Lizzie, but I'm a bit busy at the moment..." You say carefully, trying not to upset her more than she already is. You're about to continue and ask her if you can just call her back once you're done with what you're doing until you hear her sniffle. A small sigh forces its way from your lips as you finally speak back up, "Hey, hey don't cry, Liz. I was just going to say that I can talk to you for just a little bit, but I don't have very long. Okay?"

You hear another sniff from the other side of the line, though it seems to be less desperate than the last one, "M'kay..."

"Alright, good...so if you didn't call me because you needed my help then what's wrong?" You ask quietly, glancing at your team again seeing that they've finally went back to talking amongst themselves rather than trying to listen in on you, or at least they're pretending not to eavesdrop anyways.

There's a small pause in the conversation after your question, and you're almost about to ask if she's still there when she finally speaks up again, "I...I just wanted to know where you and Angel were..." She answers quietly, as if she's afraid she's going to get in trouble, "You said you were going to go get her but that was a long time ago...I asked Tobias if he could call you and he said no, that you were probably busy, but then he just went and sat down to watch the door some more so I came in here and called you anyways."

So that's what this is about. You weren't sure if she'd understood earlier when you said you were going to go and meet up with Angelicia, apparently she still thought that you were going to be going back to their room after you got to her. "Ah...I see. Well I'm glad you were thinking about us, Lizzie, but I promise we're both okay. We're just going to be gone for a while longer, we're trying to help stop the people that are attacking the ship, alright?"
(1/2)

You can almost hear the apprehension evaporate from her voice as she hears that, replaced by just a little bit of excitement, "Oh...so you're going to stop the bad guys that are hurting people? Like that one that was in here earlier?!"

While you're glad that she's calmed down a bit you feel a little bit uneasy at the slight hint of hero worship you hear in he voice, though you suppose at the moment there's nothing you can really do about it. You're about to answer when you hear Freida speak up for the first time a little while, "Jack, it's taken care of. We're ready to move whenever you are." She tells you patiently, though it's clear that it's time to end the call.

You nod your understanding to her before turning your attention back to the little girl on the other end of the line, "Alright, Lizzie, I've got to go now, okay? Why don't you go ahead and go sit back out there with your brother, I'm sure he'd appreciate the company." You tell her gently.

There's a small amount of disappointment tinging her tone as she replies, though it's nothing like you expect it would have been if you'd just told her you couldn't talk to her, "Alright...bye, Doc."

"Goodbye, Lizzie. I'll talk to you again in a little while, okay?" You wait just long enough to get her confirmation before cutting the call and letting out a small sigh of exasperation, "Sorry about that, guys. You all ready?" There's a chorus of affirmative replies and you nod your head, "Alright then....let's get going, I guess. You want to take the lead again, Freida?"
(2/3 I guess.)

So is her "brother" a biological brother? Or someone feigning as her brother? Shit I need to read the damn archives.

>>31832588
biological brother turned into a robot

>>31832588
Her brother is a former human who's brain was put into a robot body after some sort of traumatic experience during his captivity. He's good at shootin' and wears a nice suit.

"Sure, I can do that." She replies quickly, before dropping down onto her stomach and leading the way under the beam, slowly raising herself up on to her knees once she's past it, "Everybody be careful as you go under. I've disabled the plate but if you break the beam then that's the end for us."

You, along with the rest of your team, nod at the warning before following her under carefully. It takes several minutes, but eventually everybody manages to get past it without incident, though you found yourself clenching your eyes shut as you watched Abigail nearly stick her leg through the laser. Still, close calls aside, you're past the trap now and your access point to the cafeteria is just a few meters in front of you. You and Freida approach the cover carefully, peering out through it at the room in front of you.

While you're disappointed to see that there are still a few pirates left in the dining hall, you're pretty sure that from the way they're shifting apprehensively that several of the guards were probably pulled to deal with the diversion force, leaving just a bare minimum of three guards standing with their gazes locked on the door, clearly expecting to have heard an explosion if anybody was coming through the vent.

You can already feel adrenaline starting to pump its way through you as you turn to look at Freida. "What do you think, surprise attack from in here?" You ask quietly.

She shakes her head slowly. "No...we'd only be able to get two of them at best before the last one had a perfect shot on us." She replies, before motioning towards the durasteel tables set up on their sides, "I'd say our best bet is to hit them as we kick out the vent and try to make our way to those tables for cover." She pauses for a moment before continuing, "I...guess we could could try to sneak out of here too, get up behind them before they know we're her, but I wouldn't bet on that."

Options coming up next.

You guess that makes sense. Apparently, even with her experience, she's waiting for you to make the call...so what do you want to do?
>Take her first suggestion, bust out of the vent and hit them fast and hard. Hopefully there aren't any guards outside and you'll be able to take them out before having an easy trip to the bridge.
>Try to sneak out...it'll be tough seeing as how they'll be able to hear you take off the vent cover if you're not extremely careful, but if you manage to do that then if there's any guards outside then they won't know you're here. Of course if you screw it up you'll be a sitting duck.
>Write-in.

>>31832918
Regardless of your option roll 3d10, please.

Rolled 2, 3, 2 = 7

>>31832918
Take her first suggestion, bust out of the vent and hit them fast and hard. Hopefully there aren't any guards outside and you'll be able to take them out before having an easy trip to the bridge

Rolled 10, 3, 5 = 18

>>31832918
>Try to sneak out...it'll be tough seeing as how they'll be able to hear you take off the vent cover if you're not extremely careful, but if you manage to do that then if there's any guards outside then they won't know you're here. Of course if you screw it up you'll be a sitting duck.

Its going to be difficult and risky but we can't afford getting drawn into a long firefight and alerting our presence to the enemy. We have to take these fuckers out and hit the bridge before the assualt team is lost to the frontal attack.

Rolled 3, 5, 5 = 13

>>31832918
>>Take her first suggestion, bust out of the vent and hit them fast and hard. Hopefully there aren't any guards outside and you'll be able to take them out before having an easy trip to the bridge.

Rolled 9, 4, 6 = 19

>>31832918
>>Take her first suggestion, bust out of the vent and hit them fast and hard. Hopefully there aren't any guards outside and you'll be able to take them out before having an easy trip to the bridge.

Rolled 7, 7, 9 = 23

>>31832918
>Try to sneak out

Rolled 2, 8, 3 = 13

>>31832959
well shit

Rolled 9, 8, 8 = 25

>>31832918
Sneaky sneak. Can't afford resistance at the bridge.

>>31832986
ignore that roll forgot to take it off

Rolled 2, 3, 10 = 15

>>31832918
>Take her first suggestion, bust out of the vent and hit them fast and hard. Hopefully there aren't any guards outside and you'll be able to take them out before having an easy trip to the bridge.

Rolled 5, 8, 8 = 21

>>31832918

Sneak.

Rolled 1, 1, 9 = 11

>>31832918

Lets Sam Fisher this shit up. (Sneak)

Rolled 10, 4, 3 = 17

Sneak

Rolled 7, 1, 3 = 11

>>31832918
>Sneak

>7, 18, 13. Ouch...severe failure.

>>31832959
>>31832969
>>31832971
>>31833040
>Hard and fast

>>31832964
>>31832976
>>31832991
>>31833043
>>31833058
>>31833081
>Sneak

Looks like sneak wins.

Rolled 2, 5, 8 = 15

>>31833122

Wait, how was it 7, 18, 13 when the rolls for sneak were 18, 23, and 25?

>>31833159
...a good point, actually.

>>31833159
he picked the first three rolls to determine success and went with the majority on the action

>>31833221

Ah. I'd do it by action vote myself, but I guess that's just me.

>>31833262
no I agree with you I was just pointing out how he seems to have>>31833221
derived his results

Also i'm >>31833221 I just moved to my phone

>>31833262

Indeed. I think people were under that impression too, else they would've voted to minimize casualties.

>>31833483
And apparently it isn't completely reliable

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"Alright guys, we're going to try and do this quietly." You say quickly, looking to your team, "We don't have the time or resources for a long fight until we get to the Bridge. Let's try and be quick about this, but just...be careful, okay?"

The team nods slowly, clearly apprehensive about your decision but accepting it without argument. Having decided how you're going to go you move forward to the cover along with Freida, licking your lips nervously as the two of you push the vent out of the wall. While you nearly lose your grip on it twice you manage to get it set down on the floor with barely a sound.

By the time the two of you manage to slide yourselves silently to the floor you can feel your heart slamming away in your chest, but you think that you might actually be able to pull this off, even as Thomas and Jaye slide out of the hole in the wall themselves. You've just drawn your knife from your belt and are about to reach the guard you chose when the doors to the cafeteria burst open and all hell breaks loose. "You three, come wi-SHIT! VAAS BEHIND YOU!"

You can feel the blood drain from your face as the two pirates that just burst into the room raise their weapons at your team, while the three guards you'd planned on taking out silently spin around, their eyes wide in shock as they too fumble to bring their weapons to bear.

Rolled 1

>>31833566
IMMEDIATE SHOTGUN TO THE FACE

>>31833603
We die from buckshot to the face.

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Rolled 3, 2, 9 = 14

>>31833603
sure rifle and shot gun out jump to cover while shooting

>>31833566
Light em up boss

>>31833566
>VAAS
Stab him, and bring glory to the Rakyat people.

Rolled 4, 7, 8 = 19

>>31833656
This

>>31833656
this but only with whichever one we can reach fastest

>>31833724
Then fuck his sister and get stabbed in the gut in the worst expression of love ever.

Rolled 5, 2, 7 = 14

>>31833656
double this

Rolled 10, 3, 4 = 17

>>31833656

By the time the last guard has even managed to turn around you've already dropped your knife and are quickly trying to bring your own shotgun to bear as you immediately reverse and try to sprint behind cover. Unfortunately just before you manage to squeeze the trigger the roar of one of the pirate's own shotgun rips through the silence, which proves to be the final spark that ignites the powder keg. You're sent stumbling to your ass, just barely managing to make it behind cover as your HUD screams warnings without remorse. 'WARNING: SHIELD INTEGRITY COMPROMISED. TAKE IMMEDIATE COVER'
[Shield Strength: 13%]

You can hear both your team and the pirates shouting out in desperation as both sides scramble to find some kind of cover, rounds flying through the air wildly as they each do so. Looking around you can see that Tom's shield must have died completely at some point as there's a quickly spreading red stain on the left arm his jacket. Thankfully it doesn't seem to have effected him that badly yet, as he's still firing his light machinegun steadily, in an attempt to provide at least a little suppressing fire for the rest of the team.

It appears to be working, seeing as how you can't see any other obvious injuries on any of the others, thank god for small miracles at least. Turning your attention back to the pirates you see that the one that shot you is quickly managing to advance on your position, managing to avoid the broad pattern Thomas has laid out for you, while the other three are in various positions of cover across the dining hall. You grit your teeth angrily beneath your helmet and jump back to your feet, ready to end this fight before anybody on your side can get hurt worse than they already are.
[Options in the next post]

What do you want to do?
>Draw down on one of your enemies with your shotgun and try to blast them away. If you do this then which one do you want to aim for?
>Snatch your plasma whip off your belt and try to use that to fight the shotgun toting bastard that just tried to kill you.
>Wait for the shotgunning bastard to get closer so that you can attack him hand-to-hand. It may not be the most recommendable choice, but you're not exactly in the best state of mind right now.
>Write-in.

>>31834037
>>Draw down on one of your enemies with your shotgun and try to blast them away. If you do this then which one do you want to aim for?

The guy coming towards us

>>31834037
>Snatch your plasma whip off your belt and try to use that to fight the shotgun toting bastard that just tried to kill you.

Time to whip it
Whip it good

>>31834096
this

>>31834037
Sorry, keep forgetting, somehow. Need you guys to roll 3d10 please.

Rolled 3, 8, 3 = 14

>>31834037
>>Draw down on one of your enemies with your shotgun and try to blast them away. If you do this then which one do you want to aim for?

Rolled 3, 2, 5 = 10

>>31834096

Yup. Tell Tom to get into cover while we do, our shotgun blast will keep them thinking we're shooting at them long enouh for him to get to cover.r

Rolled 5, 3, 1 = 9

>>31834096

Rolled 3, 3, 7 = 13

>>31834145
>>31834188
>>31834206
Why dice gods, why?

Rolled 8, 6, 10 = 24

Godammit we are sucking
well we're dead

>14, 10, 9 Severe Failure. Did somebody forget to make their weekly sacrifice to the random number gods?

Well, at any rate it looks like I'm writing to try and shoot the pirate coming towards us. Here's to hoping your party's rolls are a bit better,

Rolled 8, 6, 1 = 15

>>31834229

Burn a fate point?

Rolling

>>31834229
Because the dice gods hate you.

>>31834372
What makes you think we have Fate points, anon?
They're not on the character sheet, so why would you think we even had plot armor? You want to be a special snowflake that much?

Rolled 2, 5, 8 = 15

>>31834584

Oh cool your jets. We're the MC and fate points are a common thing.

"Tom! Get to cover, damn it!" You shout over the din of combat, looking away from your target just long enough to make sure the old man heard you, before trying to draw down on the bastard that just shot you only to have your eyes behind your HUD as you see that far from the three meters away from you that he was before, he's managed to close the distance and is now physically charging you, shoulder down.

Your shotgun roars as you desperately try to land a hit on him, only to have your shot fly just over his shoulder, your panic causing your aim to be off just enough to ruin your chances at ending his attack permanently. Moments later the massive pirate slams into you, forcing the air from your lungs and knocking you to the floor. In your breathless state you're helpless as he jumps on top of you, grabbing your head and beating it against the floor twice before grabbing the latches that seal your helmet to the rest of your suit and ripping them open, causing your vision to blur slightly as your HUD is suddenly torn away from your vision.

You blink up at the alien sitting on top of you, terror coursing through your being as see your knife clutched tightly in his meaty hands. Despite the debilitating fear that's seized your entire body, however, you manage to just barely dodge a killing blow from the pirate, rather you scream out in pain as your knife easily slices through the skin across your left cheekbone on the way down, cutting down to the bone, followed up by the blade cutting further along your cheek on the upstroke, just barely missing your eye and ending as it lifts off the bridge of your nose.
(1/2 or 3)

>>31834689
Yikes. There better be another doctor on this ship or we might not survive the night. Assuming we survive this fight and manage to save the ship. Highly unlikely it seems.

Rolled 19

>>31834689
holy fuck, severe failures hurt.
Wait, aren't we from a planet with "unusually high gravity?"
Aren't we hopped up on Adrenaline?
Throw him the fuck off.

Rolled 10, 9, 9 = 28

Take shotgun, shoot alien in face, use alien as meat shield while shooting his comrades

Rolled 2, 9, 9 = 20

>>31834689
At least we'll have a badass scar if we survive.

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>>31834894
>>31834895

>>31834894
>Badassery levels are at maximum

>>31834894
>>31834895
Great work wasting those rolls. Scene's not over.

>>31834894
Let's wreck his shit!!

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Rolled 5, 2, 9 = 16

>>31834689


>eye of the tiger theme plays

>>31834961
>>31834913

Better the roll, better the scar.

>>31835017
Up until we get it healed automatically with space medicine.

Besides, dead people can't enjoy awesome scars.

And even after all that, just how likely is it that our nose is mutilated and we look like our nose is bitten off?

>>31835063

So you're saying there's a chance we could turn into Tyrion Lannister? That's not all that bad.

Rolled 1, 5, 3 = 9

>>31835063
Apparently you dont know the heroic scar law.
The only kind of scars heroes get are badass scars

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>>31835063

Rolled 10, 7, 4 = 21

>>31835063
>>31835017
>>31834895
am I the only one who wants to not have a scar? slightly disappointed by that but... dr badass might like it

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>>31835145
>>31835148
DAMN THAT'S HOT

>>31835173
Fuck, I meant to spoiler that...

The feeling of blood flowing freely from the deep cuts, as well as the taste of it within your mouth, does very little to distract you from what you're sure is going to be your final moments as the alien slams his and down across your face, making you cry out in pain again as he growls at you. "STOP MOVING, DAMN IT!"

Even in the current circumstances the first response that pops into your head is a sarcastic retort, but you just can't seem to spit it out as you desperately struggle to try and free your arms from underneath the iron grip of the pirate's legs. As the alien raises the knife again, this time poised to swipe it across your throat, your eyes widen at the sight before you.

Moments before the knife is about to come down on you a blade coursing with burning plasma slices into your attacker's arm, just above the elbow joint, sending both it and the knife falling to the ground and ripping pained scream from him, shortly before he's silenced by the blade burying itself half-way into his neck. Purple blood sprays across your armor and face as the pirate collapses to the floor, sliding sideways off of you, not that you've got the time to take much of that in as in the next few seconds a strong hand has gripped your own and is pulling you up to your feet and shoving your shotgun back into your other hand.

"Come on, Boss, this isn't over yet!" Jaye shouts to you over the sound of gunfire and the screaming of one of the other aliens, as well as one of your own people. Your heart is still pounding its way from your chest as your eyes scan the dining hall, seeing that one of the pirates is laying on the floor, blood and bits of gray matter and bone spilling out of his head, while you can see that Johnny is sitting behind one of the tables with Freida leaning over him, trying to force a tourniquet up what's left of his right leg while he screams and squirms beneath her.

>>31835190

>>31835173 here.
I sure as hell don't.

>>31835173
>>31835190
>>31835193

We just got stabbed in the face and at least 2 of our friends are wounded, one pretty severely. Gotta try to look at the bright side of things, maybe it'll work out looking nice, or we could get it fixed up.

>>31835205
This went tits up.

>>31835260
You're forgetting that in all this time, with 5 pirates instead of 3, they've probably already gotten a warning off to the bridge, meaning our mission is a failure.

>>31835294

It was always going to to go tits up.

I would have been surprised if it went smoothly.

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>>31835205
>Spend all that time getting to know people
>Getting to like people
>None of them are going to survive, hell WE probably won't survive
>It's SNK all over again
>mfw

>>31835344
We still haven't seen how many pirates our other teammates took down.

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You immediately start moving towards your injured team member, only to have Reece grab your shoulder and force you back behind cover, "Not until this is over, Boss! That's the rules of CLS! Besides, Freida's got him right now!" He says, his words not quite registering at first as you stare back at him wildly. Finally, however long it takes, you realize what he's saying and nod in understanding. You don't have to like it but you force your mind to accept it as triage, rather than abandonment as you turn your attention back to the chaos of battle. While you've lost your HUD you manage see the shimmer of your shield as it comes back online before fading back out of view.
[Shield Strength at 75%]

From your position behind cover you can see the last two pirates left in the cafeteria, both of them similarly crouched down in an attempt to minimize the chances of them being hit. You realize that one of them is wounded and, from the way that he's just barely popping out of cover every once in a while to take shots at you and your team, you're pretty sure that his shield is down. Unfortunately he's on the far diagonal end of the room. You can also see another pirate that's closer to you leaning out with more frequency to try and get a good aim on one of your team members, while the last alien you can see in the dining hall is making a charge towards Johnny and Freida, obviously intent on taking your co-commander out of the fight permanently.

What are you going to do?
>Draw down on one of the pirates with your shotgun. You didn't have any success last time, but that was due to extenuating circumstances. Which one do you want to try to hit?
>Charge one of the aliens and blast them at close range with your shotgun. Who do you want to target?
>Rip the whip from your belt and charge one of the aliens. You may not have much experience with this thing, but you know there's got to be a reason why people are so afraid of it.
>Write-in.

>>31835611
As always, I forget to ask for your rolls. 3d10, please.

3d10 with good rolls would be preferable.

Rolled 1, 1, 1 = 3

>Draw down on one of the pirates with your shotgun. You didn't have any success last time, but that was due to extenuating circumstances.
The one charging

Rolled 2, 3, 8 = 13

>>31835611
>Draw down on one of the pirates with your shotgun. You didn't have any success last time, but that was due to extenuating circumstances. Which one do you want to try to hit?
Try to hit the one charging Johnny and Freida.

Rolled 9, 8, 6 = 23

>>31835611
>>Rip the whip from your belt and charge one of the aliens. You may not have much experience with this thing, but you know there's got to be a reason why people are so afraid of it.

Rolled 4, 2, 5 = 11

>>31835647
>Rip the whip from your belt and charge one of the aliens. You may not have much experience with this thing, but you know there's got to be a reason why people are so afraid of it.

Let's try something different.

>>31835664
Nice try, dick.

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>>31835664

You've got to be shitting me.

Rolled 9, 1, 9 = 19

>>31835611

Call for tom to provide supressing fire on the two aliens behind cover, while you intercept the charging alien headed for Freida with Shotgun fire of your own.

Btw, where's the doctors rifle

>>31835664
That can't be legit.

>>31835693

It's legit.

>>31835696
We gave it to Freida when we got our shotgun.

Rolled 2, 1, 10 = 13

>>31835669
>>31835696

These two motherfuckers want to see another Lagrange point.

>>31835671
>>31835668
>>31835664

You three pricks wanna get a nigga roasted.

Rolled 1, 9, 5 = 15

>>31835611
>>Rip the whip from your belt and charge one of the aliens. You may not have much experience with this thing, but you know there's got to be a reason why people are so afraid of it.

>>31835728

>Not giving the close quarters weapon to the close quarters specialist (I presume)

>>31835709
>>31835717
Even if it is legit, which I doubt...

Linked rolls.

Rolled 9, 10, 10 = 29

>>31835611
>Draw down on one of the pirates with your shotgun. You didn't have any success last time, but that was due to extenuating circumstances. Which one do you want to try to hit?
Shoot the one going for the co-commander

>>31835790

Motherfucker, does it look like your dice are going to get accepted?

>>31835808
no clue, we can hope.

>>31835808
He takes best of three. So most likely not.

>>31835826
You could read the rules, you know.

>>31835664
Uh, HT, don't rolls have to be linked to the post to count?

Also looks like we're going to try and use our whip...and fail again. Even if I ignore the 3 it'd be a regular failure. At least it's not a severe one though.

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>>31835782
>>31835895
Nope.

>>31835931
>Using the whip when we have no experience with it.

Anons are going full retard today it seems.

>>31835931
Well, at least it's not a totally screwed, completely doomed, fuck-us-in-the-asshole failure...

>>31835985
We have a -1 to the shotgun and the assault rifle too, genius.

>>31835985
So you want us plinking away at the armored pirates with only a pistol? Cause that's the only weapon that we don't get a -1 on.

>>31836023
>We have a -1 to the shotgun and the assault rifle too, genius.
That's not on the character sheet.

>>31836082
...I'll give you the shotgun argument...

Actually, where's our rifle? It's not on the sheet...

Rolled 5, 8, 10 = 23

>>31836172
Gave it to Freida when we went to save her friend.

>>31836076
>plinking away at the armored pirates with only a pistol

The same one we used to take down three pirates?

>>31836172
>Actually, where's our rifle?
Given to Frieda.
>>31835728

As for why we didn't give the shotgun to her, I'd presume that because she's Israeli, she more likely than not went through their mandatory IDF stint and therefore has better marksmanship skills than us.
And she already has her spear for close-range fighting.

>>31836199
I thought we gave her one of the dead pirate's guns. I mean, pirate 2 had one, why not give it to her?

>>31836218
But we're Murican, and went to the range regularly with our dad.

Maybe we're more familiar with pistols because it was an indoor range though.

>>31836209
Would you want to face down the rest of these guys with only a pistol?

>>31836330
...point...

>>31836330
I guess I'd rather use a pistol than the whip.

>>31836364
Don't blame that 3 on the whip. Blame teeg dice.

The second your eyes lock on to the alien charging towards Freida and Johnny you drop your weapon, letting it hang on your its' sling as you snatch the plasma whip from your belt and race to intercept him. You're only a few steps away from him when you finally thumb the activation on the cylinder, drawing a wide-eyed stare from the pirate as he hears the loud hiss of the plasma extending from it.

A vicious snarl dominates your face as you snap the strand of burning plasma through the air, a thunderous crack sounding out across the cafeteria. Unfortunately your inexperience with the weapon, along with the way the pirate came screeching to a halt and took a desperate tumble to the floor to avoid the burning strand, sends your attack sailing widely over your head, not even catching him on the backswing. Thankfully, despite not managing to catch your target, your attack caused enough chaos across the room to distract the other pirates, allowing both Thomas and Abigail to score hits on the other two aliens, sending the one that was already wounded crumpling to the floor without even a sound while the shielded one merely is sent reeling from the shot to his shoulder that managed to break through his shield.

With your target scrambling backwards on the ground trying to reach cover and the other pirate shouting in pain as he ducks back behind his own poor excuse for cover, it looks like you may finally be able to take the advantage in this fight. You figure that it would probably be easy to try and finish off this one with your whip, or maybe by blasting him with your shotgun or pistol, if you were so inclined. Of course if you think your efforts are better spent concentrating on the wounded alien then you could do that too.

Choices coming up next post.

>Try to finish off your target with the whip. He's prone on the ground and it shouldn't take much to hit him in that state.
>Blast one of the pirates with your shotgun, they're both wide open and should be easy to hit, and you're sure that at this range it would rip through his shields like tissue paper.
>Draw your pistol and take aim at at one of the aliens. You need to be sure that you're going to hit them, and you actually know how to use the holo-sights on the handgun.
>Write-in.

Rolled 4, 6, 9 = 19

>>31836480
>>Draw your pistol and take aim at at one of the aliens. You need to be sure that you're going to hit them, and you actually know how to use the holo-sights on the handgun.

Rolled 4, 2, 1 = 7

>>31836480
>Draw your pistol and take aim at at one of the aliens. You need to be sure that you're going to hit them, and you actually know how to use the holo-sights on the handgun.

>>31836480
>Blast one of the pirates with your shotgun, they're both wide open and should be easy to hit, and you're sure that at this range it would rip through his shields like tissue paper.

Stop playing around.

Rolled 2, 10, 2 = 14

>>31836480
>Draw your pistol

Rolled 2, 10, 10 = 22

>>31836480
>>Try to finish off your target with the whip. He's prone on the ground and it shouldn't take much to hit him in that state.
I WILL HIT THAT BASTARD IF IT TAKES ME FOREVER

Rolled 6, 7, 7 = 20

>>31836480
>Try to finish off your target with the whip. He's prone on the ground and it shouldn't take much to hit him in that state.

Rolled 1, 4, 1 = 6

>>31836446
>>Draw your pistol and take aim at at one of the aliens. You need to be sure that you're going to hit them, and you actually know how to use the holo-sights on the handgun.

Running low on ammo though

>>31836512
forgot to roll

Rolled 10, 9, 5 = 24

>>31836446
>>Try to finish off your target with the whip. He's prone on the ground and it shouldn't take much to hit him in that state.
Goddamnit.

Rolled 2, 9, 1 = 12

>>31836538
Dammit

Rolled 1, 5, 6 = 12

>>31836480
>>Try to finish off your target with the whip. He's prone on the ground and it shouldn't take much to hit him in that state.

Dice gods are really fucking us over today.

Rolled 8

>>31836480
>Try to finish off your target with the whip. He's prone on the ground and it shouldn't take much to hit him in that state.

>>31836496
>>31836503
>>31836513

I think we should stick to pistols. Maybe start dual-wielding.

Rolled 3, 6, 9 = 18

>>31836480
>Draw your pistol and take aim at at one of the aliens. You need to be sure that you're going to hit them, and you actually know how to use the holo-sights on the handgun.

Rolled 1, 9, 7 = 17

>>31836480
>Draw your pistol

> 20, 8, 15. [+1 from pistol's holo-sights] Regular Success.
>Pistol
>>31836496
>>31836503
>>31836513
>>31836521
>>31836609
>>31836626

>Shotgun
>>31836512

>Whip
>>31836514
>>31836519
>>31836556
>>31836580
>>31836602

Looks like pistol wins.

Rolled 16, 9, 5 = 30

>Blast one of the pirates with your shotgun, they're both wide open and should be easy to hit, and you're sure that at this range it would rip through his shields like tissue paper.

>>31836609
I'd rather try to focus on a gun that isn't a sidearm.

>>31836679
It's also the gun that has holo-sights and targeting assistance for a +1.
And the pirates we're facing don't have mil-spec armor, or even LEO armor, so the pistol does just fine in destroying their shields (+2 in fact) and in killing them.

>>31836679

It's also the only weapon we've consistently had success with.

>>31836679
Pistols are rather handy though. Unlike longarms they're compact and easy to store on your person.

Not saying we shouldn't practice with other weapons, but since the we'll always have our pistol on us I think we should focus on it first.

>>31836798

We're low on pistol ammo in this fight.

>>31836758
>It's also the only weapon we've consistently had success with.

We also could have easily not had success with it, even with a +1. Our dice tonight have proven that.

>>31836798
See, that's what I'm afraid of. That because of tonight, we'll only focus on pistols because of the bonus and completely ignore other valid options.

I don't want to a repeat of anti-shotgun/AR/whatever fights like in DAQ.

>>31836936

Except we have a bunch of guns in DAQ.

>>31836936
Jesus Christ, the shotgun/anti-shotgun fights...

>>31836980
And yet we still focus on pistol-type weapons for our guns. SMG's counts as pistols.

>>31836936
DAQ is completely different. You are a merc that chooses his loadout before hand and doesn't have to worry about how three different long arms and two sidearms attached to his person will affect his daily life.

>>31837018

And Assault Rifles. And Grenade Launchers.

>>31837018
>SMG's counts as pistols.

I'm going to chalk that up as the QM's inexperience with firearms.

Despite the obvious effects the sight of your whip has on your enemies, you can't help but think that it may be a waste of time, until you can figure out how to use it better at least. With that thought running through your head you quickly thumb the button on the cylinder and clip it back onto your belt before darting your hand up to your shoulder holster and drawing your Arc pistol with one smooth motion.

You step forward purposefully and aim down at the pirate remorselessly, seeing the his eyes widen in terror while he fumbles to bring his own weapon to bear on you. He never has the chance to fire off a shot though, as in that moment you pull the trigger four times in rapid succession of each other, the first ripping through his shields, the second and third slamming home into his chest, while the fourth rockets into his head with surgical precision, blowing out the back of his skull and making sure that, if the two to his chest hadn't done the job, he was for sure dead.

You stare down dispassionately at the pirate, watching blood pool around him while your own blood flows freely down your face, before swiveling to the right, bringing your weapon to bear again, as you hear more gunshots ring out through the room. Thankfully you see that rather than the injured pirate getting lucky, he found himself in a similar position, finding his end at the barrel of Abigail's own pistol. While you're tempted to comfort the girl, the sudden shock out of your daze from the execution you just delivered reminds you of the one critically injured member of your team, prompting you to turn on your heel and sprint around the durasteel table, hastily hitting the safety and shoving your pistol into it's holster as you do so.

>>31837111
>dat djibouti shooty

Almost as soon as your eyes fall on Johnny, and the expression dominating Freida's face, you know what's happened. "He's gone..." It's not even a question, as it leaves your mouth, merely a statement. One that's confirmed by the pained look on your co-commander's face as she nods to you.

"Yes...he bled out before I could get the tourniquet on him correctly." She says quietly, sliding said device off his leg as she does so, clearly intending to re-use it, while looking over your shoulder at Thomas, who's already put a hasty bandage over the arm of the jacket covering his wound.

You glance at the old man's wound, making sure that it isn't fatal before bowing your head lowly, a somewhat sick feeling in the pit of your stomach at the loss of one of your team. Even if you weren't fond of Johnny, he volunteered, for whatever reason, to join this mission under your lead. There's a part of you that can't help but feel like this is your fault, that if you had done something even just a little differently, then maybe that douchebag would still be alive. Of course he knew the risks, as well as everybody else on this team, but the pain is still there...regardless of how you feel you know that there's still another, bigger and more important battle raging on outside of the bridge. If you're going to say something, then you'd better say it fast.
>Admit that you feel like this is your fault. Try to pass off command of the mission to Freida, in favor of somebody who actually knows what she's doing.
>Admit that you own this mistake. You're not about to trivialize the death of a team member, but you know that sometimes things turn to shit no matter what anybody does, and right now you have something else important to do.
>He knew the risks coming into this mission. It's unfortunate that he died, but if you don't move now then a whole lot more people might die just because you couldn't get over your grief.

>>31837447
>>He knew the risks coming into this mission. It's unfortunate that he died, but if you don't move now then a whole lot more people might die just because you couldn't get over your grief.
Nigga you didn't expect them to see you. Weren't nobody's fault he got blasted.

>>31837447
>>Admit that you own this mistake. You're not about to trivialize the death of a team member, but you know that sometimes things turn to shit no matter what anybody does, and right now you have something else important to do.

But enough talk.

Continue the mission.

Or more people on the distraction team are gonna die.

>Admit that you own this mistake. You're not about to trivialize the death of a team member, but you know that sometimes things turn to shit no matter what anybody does, and right now you have something else important to do.

>>31837447
>Admit that you own this mistake. You're not about to trivialize the death of a team member, but you know that sometimes things turn to shit no matter what anybody does, and right now you have something else important to do.
Frieda's plan was the better one, and likely had a lower DC.

>>31837447
>>Admit that you own this mistake. You're not about to trivialize the death of a team member, but you know that sometimes things turn to shit no matter what anybody does, and right now you have something else important to do.

>>31837447
>>Admit that you own this mistake. You're not about to trivialize the death of a team member, but you know that sometimes things turn to shit no matter what anybody does, and right now you have something else important to do.

I blame the dice gods. RIP Scout.

>>31837447
>Admit that you own this mistake. You're not about to trivialize the death of a team member, but you know that sometimes things turn to shit no matter what anybody does, and right now you have something else important to do.

"Alright, I made a bad call. I might make a lot more. Frankly, none of us were prepared for this kind of fight. That didn't stop us before and I'll be damned if it stops us now. Let's move."

>>31837447
>>Admit that you own this mistake. You're not about to trivialize the death of a team member, but you know that sometimes things turn to shit no matter what anybody does, and right now you have something else important to do.

>He knew the risks
>>31837472

>Own your mistake.
>>31837479
>>31837481
>>31837501
>>31837505
>>31837512

Writing. Also, after this battle, I'm probably going to do something similar to Soma's Vys system, where you can burn points that regenerate during rest to help make rolls better. Unfortunately you won't really be able to use it until you gain true access to psionics, but that shouldn't be too much of an issue if you guys pursue it.

>>31837611
Also, LOOT HIS AMMO!

But away from the others.

>>31837611
Can we have his stuff?

>>31837611

Take his medkit, we're a doctor after all. And how's out face doing?

I like the vys system, does this mean we're gonna go full (more moral) Mordin? I hope so.

You shake your head regretfully. "This is my fault, guys...Freida's plan was obviously the better one, but I-" Before you can eve finish your sentence, however, Freida's already jumped up and pinned you against the bulkhead, her eyes burning intensely as stares you down.

"Don't." She growls dangerously, "Don't you dare start trying to pin this solely on yourself, Doctor. Your plan would have worked if the other ali-"

Your own face twists into a frustrated scowl that pulls painfully against the deep cuts across it. "Damn it, would you let me finish, Freida?" You shoot back dangerously, watching her eyes widen at your small burst of anger, before you take a deep breath and continue in a calm, if extremely sober, tone. "As I was going to say, Freida's plan might have worked out for the better, but that's not the one I chose. I chose to try and use stealth to get to the Bridge faster and more safely, and instead that plan turned to shit and not only probably wasted more of our time, but also got one of our team members killed. And I'm sorry about that. I really and truly am, but unfortunately we all knew the risks when we signed on to this mission and, while I may hold myself responsible for Johnny's death, I still believe that as long as all of you are willing to follow me into that fight, then I'm still capable of leading you through it. If any one of you doesn't believe that then that's fine, I'll step down and let Freida take charge of this mission, right now there are a lot of people on that diversion team fighting and most likely dying while they wait for us. So if any of you want to speak up then now's your chance, otherwise you had damned well better listen to me from here on out."
(1/?)

There's a short silence after your quick speech while your team looks to each other as if trying to determine if there's anybody among them that have any doubts. You wait just a few more seconds before blowing out another heavy breath and stepping past them to pick up your helmet and jam it back onto your head, just barely managing to suppress a hiss as it rubs against your cheek. "Alright then...I hate to do this, but we need to make sure to take what we can use off of Johnny's body. I promise, if I can find out whether or not he has any family or friends here then I'll reimburse them for the ammo and give them back his weapons once this is over." You mutter quietly, watching numbly as Freida complies with your order, rooting through his pockets for his ammo and pistol, both of which she tosses to you, as well as the unfamiliar devices that he'd had clipped on his belt.

With that done, and once you've resealed your helmet as well as you can, you silently lead your out into the hall. You're surprised to find that, even with the small battle you just fought, there aren't any more pirates waiting for you anywhere along the corridor leading to the Bridge. Though your surprise quickly fades away as even just half-way there you can already hear the raging firefight that you're preparing to jump into, "That fight sounds like god-damned hell." You hear Tom mutter behind you, and to be honest you can't really disagree with him.

Finally you come to a halt next to the door, your hand hovering the control panel as you cast a glance at the rest of your team while they stack up both on you and the other side of the door. "You guys ready for this?"

Jaye snorts out a derisive breath as he shakes his head, "Hell no...are you?"
(2/?)

>>31838467
Fuck no. Let's do it anyways.

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You start to open your mouth to tell him that you are before pausing and shaking your head with an apprehensive breath, "No...not really. But it's not like we've got any choice guys, so let's get this over with as fast as we can and without losing anybody else." You reply, your voice strengthening somewhat towards the end. The team nods in agreement at that, prompting you to turn your attention back to the door. "Alright...on three I'm going to open up the door and we're going to get in there. Whatever you see in there, if they shoot at you then kill them. Alright, one...two..." You pause for a moment, swallowing hard and saying a little prayer to yourself, before slamming your hand down on the panel as you shout the last number. "Three!"

The moment the door slides open you're moving around the corner into an absolute shit storm of a firefight, your shotgun raised to your shoulder and looking for a suitable target. It doesn't take you long to find one, as your aim falls on one of the many pirates who's back is still turned on you. The weapon in your hand roars to life as you pull the trigger, just barely watching your target long enough to confirm that not only did your slug rip through his shields, but it blew a hole the size of your fist through his chest.

It's easy to see panic spread through the pirate's ranks as they realize that not only are they being flanked, but that that many of them are being absolutely slaughtered by the combination of fire from your team and the diversion team, which seems to be pushing forward quickly as they realize that their backup has finally arrived.

The deafening sounds of weapons firing, people screaming, explosions, and bullets whizzing through the air just over your head mix into a chaotic flurry of battle as your back slams against a command console, giving you just a small moment of safety before you lean back out of your cover, just in time to see a device similar to the ones now attached to your belt fly through the air and bounce on the floor a couple of times before slowly rolling to a halt. It takes you a few seconds of looking at it in confusion before your eyes widen in realization and terror and you scramble to jump away from the orb, just barely managing to make it out of the kill radius of the grenade as it goes off, sending you flying through the air to land roughly on the deck in the middle of the battle, pain shooting through your entire body as you try and force yourself to get up.

Finally, after several bullets fly dangerously close over your head, you manage to push yourself back to your feet and scramble behind some more cover, your eyes flitting to your HUD just int time for you feel a sense of disbelieving relief at seeing your shield still fully charged. Well it was a stupidly close call, but now at least you know what the devices Johnny had were, and you're pretty sure that the push button in the middle of them are what activates them...that'll be handy to know.

With that thought in mind you turn your attention back to the battle at large, seeing that thankfully your side seems to be winning, due to the advantage you've managed to give yourselves by flanking the pirates. As you eyes scan the Bridge intensely from behind your cover, you notice that while most of the pirates are wearing just civilian grade armor you can see one that is decked out in what looks like extremely heavy armor.

>>31839159

Fuck that guy the fuck up. Contact Freida and coordinate. We'll 'nade him then she'll plasma spear him.

>>31839242
>>31839159
I say, take his ass alive. I'm sure there's PLENTY of bounties out for a punk like this, plus some interrogation is in order.

>>31839159
Any sign of the crew? Where are the greys?

>>31839362

Hey, if we can I'm all for it.

But we don't have to capture him alive AND intact, do we?

>>31839380
I'm not sure the ship was necessarily crewed by teh greys.

>>31839392
I'd prefer if he still had as many pieces as possible.

More pieces we can take off while interrogating, ya know?

>>31839392
There were grey stewards that showed us to our rooms and such. I need to know if they are all dead so we can sieze the ship.

>>31839437

They weren't killing crew, remember?

>>31839437
We should see if there are any FTL capable shuttles/escape craft on here. Maybe we could steal one in the confusion.

>>31839480
Well then where is the bridge crew? They SHOULD still be here, somewhere, if the pirates arent killing them. Also if they are still alive well then we need to sieze them and obtain control of the ship from them.

>>31839566
>Well then where is the bridge crew?
Probably taken to a safe area by the pirates. I wouldn't be surprised if they were hired by the K'tulu to kill us.

>Also if they are still alive well then we need to sieze them and obtain control of the ship from them.
I'd rather not be on the wrong side of the law.
Which is why I think we should board the pirate ships and take them over.

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In fact it seems that the four-armed pirate is barely bothering with cover, moving across the bridge with a pair of heavy looking revolvers in his top hands while his lower arms blaze with purple energy. The alien only bothers to duck into cover when more than one or two people try to draw down on him, quickly flinging the Psionic power from his lower arms as he does so. You immediately start to move to bring him into your sights when he seems to notice, tossing several volleys of the Psionic energy in your direction, buffeting both you and your cover violently.

Despite his intentions, however aside from jostling you around a bit, the only effects you feel from the inaccurate attack is a strange welling up of an unfamiliar tension just underneath the surface of your skin. The feeling is infuriatingly hard to ignore, but otherwise doesn't seem to have any negative effect on you, though it does seem to be building up more as tim goes by.

Trying, with little success, to shake the uncomfortably sensation from your body you turn your attention back to your attacker, who's by now turned his back on you in favor of directing his attacks towards more open targets. You narrow your eyes as you try to come up with a suitable plan of action to attack him, with the armor he's wearing you doubt that just taking potshots at him will do you any good and will probably just draw his ire towards you again.
>Lob one of your grenades at him to see if that can burn away some of his armor and open him up to attack.
>Try to contact Freida and/or Angelicia or Hans to coordinate a plan with them. If you do this, what will your plan be?
>Try shooting at him anyways. He's not paying any attention to you right now, and maybe you can catch him by surprise.
>Write-in.

Regardless of your decision, roll 3d10.

Rolled 5, 8, 5 = 18

>>31839623
>Lob one of your grenades at him to see if that can burn away some of his armor and open him up to attack.

>>31839622
The "Law" is trying to dispose of us. Fuck them. We can sieze the pirate ship after we sieze this one. Move all of the stuff that is useful onto the pirate ship and then scrap this one for cash somewhere.

Rolled 9, 3, 9 = 21

>>31839623
>>Lob one of your grenades at him to see if that can burn away some of his armor and open him up to attack.

Rolled 33, 58, 55 = 146

>>31839623
Lob a grenade to A) Down his shields, B) ruin his armor, C) Keep him out of cover, D) Let us zero in on his joints with surgical precision. A bullet is alot like a scalpel, after all.

Rolled 8, 4, 6 = 18

>>31839623
Lob a grenade

Rolled 10, 4, 1 = 15

>>31839623

>Try to contact Freida and Angelicia

Angelicia first, see if she know what the fuck those psionics he has are. Then ask her if she can do anything about them. If so have her do it, if not then have her attack with us on a signal (signal being the grenade).

Then contact Freida and ask her to get into position to hit the big guy. Spear or Assault Rifle we don't care.

Then toss a grenade at him and have all three of us fuck his day up.

Rolled 3, 7, 1 = 11

>>31839670
>Lob one of your grenades at him to see if that can burn away some of his armor and open him up to attack.

>>31839670
>3d100
lel

>>31839666
>The "Law" is trying to dispose of us.

Last time I checked the K'tulu weren't the law. Else they wouldn't have had to shut down their research facility.

Looks like we're going to be tossing a grenade at our new friend.

Rolled 8, 4, 10 = 22

>>31839821

Wait, he's our friend?

>>31839837
Well, anon, in some cultures tossing explosives is considered an informal greeting!

>18, 21, 18. Great Success!

As your mind races to try and come up with some kind of way to attack the pirate without getting yourself killed your eyes wander down to the grenades clipped to your belt, staring at them blankly for a few seconds before suddenly widening as you realize the obvious solution to your problem. Ripping one of the orbs off your belt you pop out of your cover for a moment, looking desperately for the alien pressing down the button when you finally see him again, and hurl the device towards him.

You blink in surprise as the device soars straight through his shields and smacks him directly in the head, realizing for the first time that this entire time you've been vulnerable to attack from low-velocity objects due to your shield being meant to stop bullets and shrapnel traveling towards you at a significantly faster rate of speed. Your unintentional discovery is ripped temporarily from your mind as the grenade you launched towards the pirate explodes in a brilliant explosion of superheated shrapnel and plasma, easily destroying your four-armed friend's shield generator and melting away a large portion of his armor, as well as apparently blowing off one of his upper arms.
(1/2)

The scream of rage and pain is impossible to miss, even among the deafening roar of combat that dominates the Bridge. You're almost satisfied at what you managed to accomplish, aside from the fact that the clearly infuriated alien's gaze is now directed solely on you. Before you can even really respond to that revelation the previously four-armed behemoth hurls an orb of purple energy at you, as well as trying to draw down on you with his remaining pistol. With as large as that orb is you're afraid it might be able to actually do something worth-while to you, though then again all the last Psionic attack the guy threw at you managed to do is give you that strange sensation of energy coursing inside you, still it might not hurt to try and get out of the way. Of course if you try and dive away from your cover you may very well leave yourself open to attack from a more convention attack by firearms.
>Stay behind cover and hope that between that, your shield, and your armor you might be able to soak up whatever damage this guy's throwing at you in favor of hitting him with a counter-attack.
>Dive out from behind cover to try and avoid the orb. If you move fast enough maybe you can scramble across the way to get to another section of cover before he can draw down on you.
>Write-in.

>>31840380
>Shoot the orb

>>31840380

>Write-in
Well his shields are down. SHOTGUN TIME.

Rolled 7, 4, 7 = 18

>>31840380
>>Dive out from behind cover to try and avoid the orb. If you move fast enough maybe you can scramble across the way to get to another section of cover before he can draw down on you.

>>31840380

>Dive out from behind cover to try and avoid the orb. If you move fast enough maybe you can scramble across the way to get to another section of cover before he can draw down on you.

Then plug him with our pistol.

>>31840380
>Dive out from behind cover to try and avoid the orb. If you move fast enough maybe you can scramble across the way to get to another section of cover before he can draw down on you.

Looks like I'm writing to dive out of cover. I need two more 3d10 rolls please. I keep forgetting to ask for those.

>>31840444
>>31840447

Seconding. Go for the headshot.

Rolled 5, 2, 8 = 15

>>31840501

Rolled 2, 2, 9 = 13

>>31840501

Rolled 4, 10, 6 = 20

>>31840501
>All these newfags fucking up their rolls

>18, 15, 13. Regular failure.

Writing.

Deciding that you're really rather not find out how much that orb hurts or what kind of crap it can do to you, you dive from your cover in an attempt to avoid it. You've just landed on your stomach in the middle of the walkway and are trying to scramble to your feet when the orb slams into where you were just moments ago. You managed to dodge the main blast of the attack, only to have one of the shockwaves it sends out catch you and send you soaring up off the floor before dropping you painfully onto your back on the middle of the next console you were trying to move to.
[Shield Strength at 56%]

Your muscles scream in burning pain as you force yourself down off the top of the console and into cover just in time to avoid the the six rounds that slam into the now useless console. Despite the pain that's now making itself well known all across your body, you still feel like you've got plenty of fight left in you, though the tension that you previously building up within your body has now increased to a dull roar of unrecognizable energy rushing through your being.

You try desperately to shake it off, growing somewhat unsettled by the feeling though it doesn't necessarily seem to be a negative energy, merely extremely uncomfortable. Unfortunately before you can make any sense of the sensation you realize that your enemy has taken advantage of your lapse in attention and has rounded the corner of your cover, his now exposed eyes burning with hatred for you while his arms burn with another sort of energy altogether. You manage to scramble to your feet and are about to raise your shotgun when suddenly the alien lunges towards you, snatching you up in his grasp.
(1/2)

A pained scream rips itself from your throat as you feel the Psionic energy from his hands flowing directly into your body, your nerves seeming to light on fire as it courses through you. As this happens, however you can feel the energy that's been building up in within your body start to come to a boiling point. You can feel the energy that's been building up coursing through you, an entirely different sensation from the torturous pain of the pirate's Psionics.

While you're not entirely sure how or why the idea occurs to you, you think that you might be able to direct the power you feel coursing through yourself into a sort of blast in order to try and force your enemy away. With that said, however, you've noticed that as soon as the alien touched you his own eyes seemed to widen in pain, you're not sure if it's because of some kind of feedback loop or maybe the energy you feel coursing through you feels just as painful to him as his does to you. Either way you think that you might either be able to try and rip yourself from his weakened grasp, if you decide that you don't want to risk trying to do anything with the revelation of how to use your energy.
>Try to direct the power into a blast to force him away.
>Rip yourself from his grasp. You've got no interest in whatever this power might be.
>Write-in.

Sorry if the quality seems to be dropping guys. I'm going to make it through the bridge, but past that I don't think I can do much more tonight. Just realized that the thread's been up for like twelve hours or something.

>>31841005
>>Try to direct the power into a blast to force him away.

>>31841005
We HADOUKEN NOW!

>>31841005
>Try to direct the power into a blast to force him away.
Fight fire with fire.

Rolled 6, 5, 7 = 18

>>31841005
Do we roll?

Rolled 1, 4, 6 = 11

>>31841005

>Try to direct the power into a blast to force him away.

>>31841023
You're doing fine, no worries.

Rolled 6, 5, 5 = 16

>>31841005
>>Try to direct the power into a blast to force him away.

Rolled 1, 1, 9 = 11

>>31841005

Here goes the roll.

Force him the fuck away. How can we ignore unlocking psionics when we're going to a magic planet?

>>31841059
Nah, not this time. This one's a guaranteed pass, though after this it returns to regular combat rolls.

Writing to take a level in badass. Glad you guys approve, I was worried that it might end up turning out stupider than it sounded in my head, due to my lack of sleep. But if the anonymous masses of the internet approve then surely it must be appealing to somebody at least.