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Everyone nods in silent assent before filing off of the HOEV and onto the hangar. You look back to see one Martha Sirra. She locks eyes with you and nods minutely in approval. You give her a brief thumbs up before leaving to go into the Cryobay. Clambering into your berth, you wonder how Singh will look once the experts at BiodYne, be they in house or more likely contract workers, get through with him.

You mostly keep to yourself on the walk over to cryo, and climb into your berth without comment. Although you aren’t bothered by what you did to Singh - quite the opposite in fact - thinking about the events of Bitter Prophet always puts you into something of a funk. The berth door slides shut with a hiss of various gasses and your world goes dark.

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The sun is bright in the sky, and a cool breeze blows across your face. This would not be so odd if not for the fact that your last memory was of a cryoberth closing. You look around without moving your head.

And that was definitely odd. Your field of view has doubled from the usual 10 degrees. You can see everything around you, although most parts are blurry depending on where you are focused. You look around with this new and alien visual format, trying to adjust your perception. Eventually you are able to assemble a pretty good mental image of the area around you. You are on the ground, apparently alone, in a completely empty square-no hexagon-in a Pear Alium City, given away by the distinct spiralling buildings. You stand up in shock at this unusual arrangement. Well, attempt to stand up anyway. The strangely placed joints of your legs are entire unfamiliar to you, and after successfully rising to your feet, you collapse onto the ground, resting like one of those bowling pin shaped clown things that alternatively frightened and puzzled you in your infancy. After a few minutes of helpless wobbling, you almost feel, more than hear, someone approaching you. It’s the first noise you’ve heard since “waking up”.

More like something, you realize as you focus on the quadrant of your vision that the strange thing is approaching from. A few minutes later and you realize that the figure is the long absent alien and professional pear look alike, Fruity. You wave one of your multitudinous arms in greeting to the familiar… stalk thing that you suppose qualifies as a face. Fruity waddles over to you, his round torso making transforming any movement into an impressive display of jiggling.

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Extending two manipulators, he attempts to hold your own and lift you to your feet. Unfortunately, your motor skills aren’t nearly what they could be, and your “hands” lie slack in his own, slipping free of his grasp. Fruity makes a trilling noise you immediately recognize as exasperation and clutches you by your “wrists” instead, hoisting you to your feet. After several seconds of wobbling you manage to adapt your brain enough to this confusing new control scheme to remain upright.

Despite the fact that you are now rocking a Pear Alium chassis your voice is the same as it always is. “Fruity, what’s going on?”

{Assume informative experience IvanFriend: adopt [people] mine form.}

“Yeah well, it’s really disconcerting. Kinda reminds me of this one time I tried Mega-Acid.”

{Hallucinogenics harmful IvanFriend,} announces Fruity in it’s usual trill, somehow managing to show concern despite the utterly alien noise. You suppose the emphatic “hand” gestures help.

“You and my mother.”

{IvanFriend broodsire correct in assessment!}

“Ugh,” you groan, wriggling two of your arms about in irritation. “Let’s change the topic here Fruity.”

>But to what shall the topic change?
>Ask why he contacted you
>Ask why this place is so deserted
>Ask if he can normally manipulate your perceptions like that
>Write In

>>32463235
>>Ask why he contacted you

>>32463235
>>Ask why he contacted you

>>32463235
>Ask why he contacted you
>Other
Say, Fruity, when I first saw this city, it was on the cusp of... Armageddon, I guess? How long ago would that have been, now?

>>32463235
>>Ask why he contacted you

Rolled 6, 2, 9 = 17

>>32463235
>>Ask why he contacted you
>>Ask why this place is so deserted
Also, ask him about mysterious showers

>>32463235
>Ask why he contacted you

>>32463235
>>Ask why he contacted you

“Ya know, Fruity,” you say, taking an unsure step forward, “people normally invite their friends over and let them come of their own accord. Dragging them off and sticking them in some alien body while they’re asleep is something of a faux pas.”

Fruity makes some sort of wiggling motion that you suppose qualifies as shock. {This occurrence common among IvanFriend SpeciesKin?}

“Uh, no,” you respond, “I’m pretty sure this is the first time it has ever happened to a human. But I imagine that if one were to categorize this sort of thing in an etiquette book, it’d be considered a bit improprietous. Hijacking your friend’s brain I mean.”

{Comprehension. However, I considered option superior interaction, promote understanding.}

“Understanding of what?”

{Understanding [People of the Home Planet] perceptions, psychology.}

“So your world view?”

{Affirmations. You resist understanding. Relax mental state.}

You frown to yourself, this is exactly the sort of thing the apparently benevolent alien would say right before it busts out the brain control and asshole probes. You consider Fruity skeptically. Fruity seems to recognize your disbelief.

{IvanFriend, [Mental/Physical Projection] subconsciously displaying incredulity posture. Only blockage your conscious mind from understanding.}

“Fruity, why is my ability to adopt your species mindset so important to you right now?”

{Understanding vital, necessity comprehension events. Comprehension perversion.}

>What do you do?
>Relax your mind and get the full Pear-orrific experience
>Don’t do that
>Also, anything to ask Fruity?

>>32463627
>>Relax your mind and get the full Pear-orrific experience

>>32463627
>Relax your mind and get the full Pear-orrific experience

Just, well, walk me through this stuff, ok? This is kinda new to me.

>>32463627
>Relax your mind and get the full Pear-orrific experience

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Rolled 1, 3, 4 = 8

>>32463627
>>Relax your mind and get the full Pear-orrific experience

Alright, I'm starting to write, so while I do so, does anyone want a reminder or something of the last time we saw the Pear Aliums?

Rolled 4, 7, 10 = 21

>>32463744

Yes, it was a quite some time ago.

>>32463744
Fruity was wearing some sort of idol uniform and dragged us away from pillow fight heaven before telling us that humanity's tech was getting close to curing death, but that once that happened, the whole thing would open up a brand new problem, possibly involving the extinction of humanity. Then he apologized for cockblocking us and we hugged him in a display of interstellar solidarity before going back to pillow fight heaven and enjoying some time with Elda, Val, Svenja, and Miyuki in a hottub.


Did I get the gist of it?

>>32463851
>>32463912
Here, this isn't the entire dream sequence, but it's everything that's relevant.

http://pastebin.com/ynjF9wS4

Rolled 5, 10, 1 = 16

>>32463912
>>32463961

Fruity is a Bro.

>Relax your mind and get the full Pear-orrific experience

You decide that you may as well trust Fruity on this one. After all, the guy did facilitate some pretty sweet dream orgy last time you hung out. You take a few mental breaths and relax your conscious mind, releasing a variety of bodily functions such as standing and breathing from the vice-like grip of your conscious mind. After you do so, you attempt to think quiet, placid thoughts, trying to blank your mind.

After a few minutes of this, you start to feel annoyed. This is pointless, all this standing about. Inactivity is the mindkiller, the little nap before eternal rest. All four of your eyes jerk open at once and you look around with a new cognitive paradigm. You’re not nervous, no this is not nervous energy. But it is imperative. What is imperative? You know not, but this is imperative. You focus your full attention to Fruity and wobble up to it, your body practically trembling with barely suppressed energy.

“Quickly. Understanding attained. Purpose exercise?”

{True Understanding attained,} confirms Fruity, sounding surprised at how quickly you took up the immediate thought patterns of the [People of the Home Planet]. {You familiar our thought paradigm?}

“Affirmative,” you respond, the thrum of industry thrumming through your entire being. “Understanding attained.”

{Follow,} says Fruity as it leads you on, away from the deserted hexagon of green space, towards one of the roads. You follow eagerly, the promise of purpose thrilling to you. After a few minutes of walking you eventually turn the corner of the hexagonal spiral of an office building. You look out into the street, utterly shocked.

Dozens, many dozens of [People of the Home Planet] are present. They are not immobile. They are not lying on the ground. They are not dead. That would be less disturbing. No, they move ponderously. Slowly. Without purpose, lethargically as if diseased.

To your mind, they are diseased. Horrifyingly so. Such laxity, such indolence. As though they no longer feelhear thrums of industry. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

“Query,” you ask, alarm evident in the speed of your voice, the pitch, “Perversion extreme. Why deviated so?”

Fruity stares at you for a few seconds. {Easier, superior retention, adopt your SpeciesKin Paradigm.}

You stare at Fruity in shock as it begins to transform, body lengthening, thinning at the waist, two of the arms retracting. Mouth migrating downwards as the sensory stalk grows thinner in the middle, and bloats at the top.

After a few seconds and human being i standing before you. And individual of indescribable age and gender. It takes you a few moments to notice that the energetic background radiation of the [People of the Home Planet]’s mind has dissipated. You look down at your hands and are pleasantly surprised to find them returned to their normal pink state.

{I have an urgent message for you,} declares Fruity, it’s voice ponderous compared to earlier. The relaying of this message will most likely cut our interaction short today. But so long as we are here, there are things I wish to clarify to you. I feel as though some of our earlier interactions were colored by crude mental interfacing.}

>Ask Fruity shit, get a straight answer probably!

>>32464248
What happened to your people? How did they die?

>>32464248
What is my role in all of this?

>>32464248
What happened to the people down there?

Why did you reach out and contact me? I know it's important, but why?

>>32464248
"Why me? How was I chosen? How am I supposed to do anything to help?"

Rolled 5, 3, 5 = 13

>>32464248
>>Ask Fruity shit, get a straight answer probably!
What happened to these people?
How can I prevent the same thing to happen to humans?
Why me?
Its the showers, isn't it?

Alright, so this right here is an important question, as it'll help inform me as to how elucidating I should be in my answers.

What do you think happened to the Pear Aliums? Any theories on why Ivan is being contacted?

>>32464458
Hold on guys, let's brainstorm.
When was our first contact with Fruity? Was it before or after Bitter Prophet?

>>32464500
Pretty sure it was before Bitter Prophet

>>32464458
They were transformed into a cybernetic hive mind, maintaining only enough productivity to keep them alive, but not letting them 'live' ,causing them to slowly lose their individuality and become nothing more than organic machines who lost its purpose long ago?

Or pear terminators, either one is possible.

>>32464458
Well, I can't help but feel that there's a connection between the Aliums having four of everything and the fact that mercs drop in teams of four.

Other than that though maybe Ivan's just mental?

>>32464383
It's obviously the showers.

Rolled 1, 8, 5 = 14

>>32464458
>What do you think happened to the Pear Aliums? Any theories on why Ivan is being contacted?
>What do you think happened to the Pear Aliums?
Their society degenerated to the point that people don't have any kind of purpose.
They can probably extend their lives indefinitely through nanomachines and virtual reality.

>Any theories on why Ivan is being contacted?
Now we are talking about wild mass guessing.

For all we know, Ivan is an artificial human with fabricated memories created to learn about humanity.

>>32464458
Something happened to the aliens. And my best guess is that it isn't natural.
Some sort of genetic modification that went wrong, or a biological weapon perhaps.

Fruity fears, for some reason or another, that humanity is on the same course.
To this end, Ivan was contacted.

And in all probability Ivan was not the only one contacted. There could be others, but we don't know.

>>32464248
wurugofg-senpai

Fall Guy, are you dead?

>>32465932
Blowjob-anon strikes again

Rolled 1, 4, 3 = 8

>>32465932
<SpiritGotOffWorkEarly> take heart though, I'm almost done with this update!

Was said 10 minutes ago on IRC.

>>32466010
He probably managed to catch him.

>>32464458

>>32464248
>adopt your SpeciesKin Paradigm
The Pearalians have observed humans before, and adopted the human culture of being fuck-lazy and having no real purpose in life. They do it because such a way of living is easier, and poses less risks to living.

>>32465932
Yeah, probably.

“What happened down there,” you ask, gesturing at the lethargic aliums stumbling around. “Did whatever happen to your kind, is this the final result?”

{Yes.}

“So, this is what, a projection of your home planet or something? This is the situation on the ground?”

{In some ways yes,} replies humanized Fruity, it’s face falling into a look of depression. Unhappy but accepting. {in some no. This is not really my world. My world as it was in this form is buried in time. Our legacy is one of corpses and skeletons. This is not what remains.}

“Then what is all of this?”

{Their… projections. what is left of their minds and wills. They are few and far between now.}

“What happened to them then?”

{They were subsumed. They were without… function, let us say. In a utopian society where industry is no longer required, where anything might be attained with a thought, they were without purpose. Many surrendered self to escape torpor. To find function.}

“Okay,” you reply, your face displaying the confusion you feel right now. “Maybe this form switch thing isn’t quite perfect. Let’s get more concrete. How did this happen to your people?”

Fruity’s androgynous form gives you a mildly startled look {I showed it to you. I showed it to you before granting you access to the mating fantasy.}

“Wait, you mean the operation? On the old pear guy?”

{Yes, that one,} replies Fruity, nodding, the lines of it’s form growing… harder… as it becomes more serious. {Yes, that was the first they ascended. It would not be the last.}

“And is this why?” you ask, “Is this why you contacted me? I’m just a merc, surely there was someone better positioned for this?”

Fruity sighs, sagging as if a great load appeared upon its shoulders. {We can only contact a spare few. Two now. I was afraid that there would not be another. But you came along. And I could reach you.}

“Wait, who was this first person?”

{I know not, only of this person’s existence. The Whole to Which Many Submit reached this person’s mind first. Set this person upon the same path as we walked.}

“So what, some… conglomeration of your species is manipulating human beings?”

{Yes. But it is not so simple as that. Many half lifes ago, we would not be arrayed so against your species. But few minds could retain identity without function. And those that could not submitted to those whose function remained untarnished.}

“So are you yourself a conglomeration?”

{Yes, but I am lesser by orders of magnitude compared to The Whole to Which Many Sumbit. The genesis mind which forms the core of the identity was a great zealot. It’s will, it’s function, exceeded that of mine own. Many more cleaved unto it than unto me.}

You feel, more than hear the noise. A sort of humming… A thrumming… beating through your soul. You look around, and finally up, into the darkening sky. Cracks appear in the firmament, heat and humidity like a thousand bodies all bound together pour through in a pulsing rhythm.

{Time is limited!} announces Fruity, its voice trembling in alarm. {The Whole to Which Many Submit seeks a new agent in the physical. Be wary, IvanFriend! There approaches individuals… not agents of The Whole to Which Many Submit… but hostile regardless. Do not die.}

“Eh? Wait what,” you ask, more alarmed at the sudden shift in tone than anything else, “But wait I have more questions.”

{No time, in this plane of cognizance or your own. Events are converging. Good luck IvanFriend.}

Your eyes explode open as the cryoberth unlocks. You do not feel the usual nausea upon leaving stasis. But you take advantage of the customary time you take to not upchuck to organize your thoughts on what happened. After a few minutes of steadying breaths you pull yourself out of the cryberth. Marlena and Maxim are both already out of their berths, getting their dufflebags packed and ready.

>Say anything?

>>32466326
nah

Alright, so how elucidating was that for you? I'm trying to strike the right note here, and feedback on this issue is incredibly important to me. I do understand how many QMs make the mistake of assuming players think the same way they do, but I also want to challenge you guys with a fun little bit of mystery and long term theorization.

Rolled 5, 3, 2 = 10

>>32466326
>>Say anything?
Anyone else woke up with some cravings for fruit salad?

>>32466390
I am going to be short: I liked it.

>>32466326
Not really.

>>32466390
So they uploaded themselves into crazy space ghosts. One conglomeration of space ghosts is Fruity, and the other is {The Whole to Which Many Submit}. and they're having a psychic battle.

Fruity is helping us, because we might have to fight {The Whole to Which Many Submit}'s people.

At least that's what I assume is going on.

Rolled 47

>>32466390
It was cool, just don't end up overdoing it. A little bit of mystery at a time.

Now lets go get paid.

>>32466390
I like it as well.
My impressions are this,
The Pear people advance technology continuously until they could have practically anything with no effort. One of, possibly their last, major upgrade melded minds together. Stronger willed ones subsumed more minds and become more powerful. I expect it wants more to consume and thats why it is a danger to us.
More than anything though I expect the greatest danger to us is our biotechnological evolution and how that will one day lead to the utter destruction of our race.

Thats what I got out of it anyway. I enjoyed it either way

>>32466528
Yeah, high levels of transumanism tech eventually lead to an uploading of their minds, the more powerful minds consuming the lesser and presumably the destruction of most of their civilization's infrastructure. Otherwise I can't imagine why they area apparently working through exclusively human agents

Rolled 1

>>32466668
Hopefully humanities dominant corporate culture will make it so that if one group of people are unfortunate enough to end up like the Pear Bros, the rest can say 'fuck that' and go another direction.

Once again, greed saves humanity.

>>32466865
>1

welp, at least it doesn't count for anything

>>32466528
>My impressions are this,
>The Pear people advance technology continuously until they could have practically anything with no effort. One of, possibly their last, major upgrade melded minds together. Stronger willed ones subsumed more minds and become more powerful. I expect it wants more to consume and thats why it is a danger to us.
>More than anything though I expect the greatest danger to us is our biotechnological evolution and how that will one day lead to the utter destruction of our race.

"What began as a conflict over the consciousness from flesh to machines escalated into a war that has decimated a million worlds. The core and the arm... "

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“Hey, anyone else feeling some fruit salad,” you mumble, more to stave off your own personal feelings of awkwardness than anything else. Luckily Maxim and Martian are too busy conversing to notice your weak jest. After a few more seconds of waiting for a response that will probably never come, you begin to prepare your own duffle bag, opening it up to look at your collection of toys inside. The shotgun lies inside, not anywhere close to sparkling new, but it still fills you with the same thrill of excitement looking at it. Just then, unbidden, the words of Fruity come rising back into your forebrain. “There approaches individuals…”

Marlena does hear this one. “Huh? What did you say Ivan? My ears are ringing like a martian habdome in the middle of sand season. I think my helmet’s noise management system might be damaged.”

“Oh, nothing,” you reply, somewhat embarrassed to be caught talking to yourself. “nothing at all. You sure it ain’t schizophrenia?”

Marlena shrugs. “Eh. Maybe.”

Before she can say anything more however, a voice speaks over the cryobay PA system. “Attention, Strike Force Butcher-Whisky. This is SO tactical command. We have a security breach. Please rearm yourselves and prepare for combat. I repeat Strike Force-”

You are already yanking on your armor before tactical command can say security. Marlena and Maxim follow suit shortly, both of them shouting for once. “A security breach,” screams Marlena, “What the fuck are we going to do against people who can subvert StrikeOut’s security system?”

“I am not knowing of this,” snarls Maxim back, his normally placid rumble a feral growl. “But we are needed.”

You pull on your helmet over your head placidly. It’s hard to be scared by a surprise attack that you knew was coming. Although It wouldn’t kill Fruity to be a bit more clear next time. You suppose it’ll have to get more used to adopting a human paradigm before your next meeting. With the helmet back on, you can access the StrikeOut tactical datanet. You open up a channel to tactical. “What’s the situation?”

The Handler appears in your visor, for once flustered rather than aloof and dismissive. “A shuttle, we thought it was full of civilians. They had proper credentials to dock! They’re confined behind one airlock, but not for long, they’re almost through.”

“They circumvented point defense entirely then?”

“Yes!” cries the Handler, clearly a little out of her depth at the moment, “yes they had valid credentials and everything from NeoLogos itself! No one on the station is as close to them as you are, or as prepared to respond. We need you four-”

“Three,” you correct with a perverse smile. “Clayton has returned to the Outback or whatever.”

“Shit! Well then you three, we need you to keep them from running amok until the rest of the garrison gets its collective ass in gear.”

“Alright then. Where are they, and how many?”

The Handler Bites her lip. “Terminal 5. They’ve just broken into the main area. We can’t vent, they’ve got space survival gear.”

You turn around to see a fully armed and armored MAxim and Martian turned and facing you, seeking leadership cues

>What is your plan?
>Take up position behind one of the doors leading into Terminal 5. Stop them at a bottleneck
>Fuck that. Space walk and attack them from where they least expect it.
>Write In

>>32467240
Pump shotty. "Don't matter, Martian. Let's dance."

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>>32467272
Here's the pic that was supposed to go along with that update

>>32467272
>write in
Ask if the HOEV has guns of any kind. Launch it, and blow up their shuttle from behind.

Ground troops at a bottleneck, get on station intercom and rally your personal troops (the usual suspects)

Rolled 10, 3, 4 = 17

>>32467272
>>Take up position behind one of the doors leading into Terminal 5. Stop them at a bottleneck
Lets us our knowledge of the brick's layout to our advantage.

>>32467272
>Take up position behind one of the doors leading into Terminal 5. Stop them at a bottleneck

let's set up some booby traps as well

>>32467322
Forgot, see what Valkyrie and Darius are up to. It would be dramatically appropriate to have the gang all here to deal with the return of Dreads. Or his older, nastier brother

>>32467272
Why are they looking at us for leadership?

Anyways,
>Bottleneck
We probably aren't ready for exoatmospheric combat, but we should seal our armor or whatever in case /they/ decide to vent.

Rolled 5, 6, 4 = 15

Why do I have a feeling that the ambassador for the dark side of the pear empire is going to sound like a fruity version of Darth Vader?

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>>32467484
this is the closest pic I had to that.

>>32467427
Probably because you were the least alarmed in this situation. Also, the nature of this sort of squad based stuff is that the squad's commanding officer basically tells you what to do. That basically cuts off a huge portion of the quest and really turns Ivan into some doll that I, through the NPCs, rather than you guys, boss around. That's not empowering for you guys, nor would I think it's all that fun.

>>32467272
>>Fuck that. Space walk and attack them from where they least expect it.

RUSSIA< HO!

"team! we must become point defense! fight our way to turrets, and take manual control!

>>32467272
Let's be sensible about this.

>>32467332
>>32467355
These,

also this.>>32467322

>>32467272
Oh, also get on the phone with our hacker and have him launch netwar! They have no comms, as its hard to talk with an ear piercing whistle coming out of your headphones

Rolled 6, 4, 6 = 16

>>32467837
Assuming that he's here that is.

He might be on a mission right now, for all we know.

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As baller as a spacewalk would have been-and mostly likely tons of fun to both write and play if real life were somehow an interactive text based game between one Game Master, if you will, and his players conducted on an imageboard-you think it would be more prudent to stick to the interior of the station, where you can enjoy a better understanding of the lay out, as well as more cover. You nod towards Marlena and Maxim, ordering the to fall in behind you as you run for the door leading to Terminal 5.

For once the airlock doesn’t take five minutes scanning you for viruses or whatever. The three of you run forward, armored boots clattering against the terminal floor. As you run, you contact tactical once more. “How many, and how armed?”

The Handler takes a few moments to double check the data she’s getting. “Alright, according to station cams, there are-were- 30 of these hostiles on the shuttle when it docked. Of that group 20 are in Terminal 5. I’m unsure wh- oh god.”

“What. What is it?”

“One of the security staff just sent me the feed from your cruiser. There are 10 hostiles space walking towards god knows where, they just went out of view.”

“Shit,” you mutter. “We’ll hold the 20 of them off at the bottleneck. Once they’re out of the way we can deal with the space walkers. They’re armed with normal fire arms, but I think they also have a great deal of breaching equipment”

The Handler nods and you close the link. It's time to focus. The three of you run around until you are standing behind the door leading to Terminal 5. Even as you stand there behind the armored door, you can hear the faint whine as the hostiles prep some sort of device to cut through the metal and ceramic.

No time to set up booby traps, it seems these guys want to force your hand.

>What do?
>Open the door to a certain degree and plan your attack
>Fall back from the door and overwatch as they try to cut through it

>>32467918
If this works, it aint stupid. If the door has enough metal in it, can we "borrow" a high voltage cable of some kind to say hello?

>>32467918
spycamera

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>>32467918
>As baller as a spacewalk would have been-and mostly likely tons of fun to both write and play if real life were somehow an interactive text based game between one Game Master, if you will, and his players conducted on an imageboard
Based Fall Guy

>>32467918
>Open the door to a certain degree and plan your attack
Can we call up any of our pals for support? I've just gotten in the thread, so if that's not available, my bad. Other then that, use our shield to block the door and shove some nades through the cracks.

Rolled 2, 8, 7 = 17

>>32467918
>>Open the door to a certain degree and plan your attack
Lets do that.
If we open the door, we can always close and lock it later to recreate the bottleneck.

Lets open it a bit and throw grenades.

>>32467918
>“One of the security staff just sent me the feed from your cruiser.

"Hey, this cruiser still has drop pods, right? How many? Launch one after the group to keep eyes on them."

"we could probably also use it to cut them off or catch up, too...."

>>32467918
>>32468076
Or the HOEV can use them for target practice.

Alright, call to see who's out and about and coming to help, crack the door a bit, toss a nade, put up shield and go from there.

ROOLLLLS!

I'll try to be quick about this. Some surprise social obligations will be dragging me away soon. May have to end thread early tonight. In return, thread tomorrow morning.

Rolled 7, 6, 4 = 17

>>32468120

Rolled 4, 2, 10 = 16

>>32468120

Rolled 5, 8, 5 = 18

>>32468120

Bullshitsu go!

Rolled 6, 9, 3 = 18

>>32468120

Rolled 3, 4, 1 = 8

>>32468120

Rolled 7, 9, 9 = 25

>>32468155
>>32468152
>>32468139
>>32468135
How perfectly average.

Rolled 8, 10, 7 = 25

>>32468120
FOR THE MOTHERLAND

>>32468074
Playing off this:
> grenade compromises suit integrity, does light wounds
> push enemy back through door
> seal door, vent atmosphere
> laugh as their bodies are squashed through 5 mm holes

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>>32468169
And now we get over twenty.

Rolled 1, 3, 8 = 12

>>32468120

Rolled 2, 7, 4 = 13

>>32468169
>>32468120


Why would you not link that?!
so excited for double 25s

Rolled 10, 7, 4 = 21

>>32468182
That actually sounds like a good plan.

nobody wanted to fire the spy camera? Really?

>>32468182
Do we have ANY whitelight left?

>>32468291
No. Also, war crime.

>>32468336
It's only a crime if you get reported.

>>32468291
Yes you do, but StrikeOut will be extremely pissed if you fuck up their new paint job with jellied magnesium.

I'll bet you by the time this is over, we save Svenja from being held hostage, via a legendary series of the ONLY good speeddraw rolls we have ever, or will ever, have.

>>32468258
Thanks. It still requires we actually pin them down. Might be easier to vent the room we're in.

Fuck you captcha

You press yourself against the door and comm into tactical. “Who can we expect as back up?”

The Handler responds immediately. “Not much, they struck when the base was abnormally empty. Simge Atlar, Jason Smith, Ifu Mokwena, and Tin Man are all aboard the station right now. The rest are out on assignment or are visiting Atlas.”

“Well shit,” you snarl, as you prepare to open the door, “Unless someone's got an oil can on hand I don’t think we can expect Tin Man any time soon. Looks like we’ll have to do this the old fashioned way.”

You indicate to Marlena to prep her grenade launcher to fire, and you crack the door open slightly. You toss your last frag grenade through the opening, and Marlena fires two of her own grenades through the gap. You quickly order the doors to shut, cutting off the shouts of alarm form mercs on the other side. You feel, more than hear, the explosions through the thick door.

>Now What?

>>32468388
Vent baby, vent.

Rolled 5, 2, 6 = 13

>>32468388
Crack the door open and send in a spy camera.

I wonder if it will work through the door and walls.

>>32468416
This, it'll probably take out the ones who got their gear damaged but are still alive.

>>32468388
Do it again while they're reeling!

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>>32468388
I'll be honest, not a good chance of me being able to write another update tonight.

Put things on hold for now, keep the thread bumped and tomorrow I shall return.

I'm really sorry about this one guys, being home from school has ruined my ability to get large chunks of free time. I'll be back up and running by 9:30 EST.

>>32468388
>>32468416
vent, too fucking late to fire a spy camera now

>>32468388
>Tin Man

AW SHEEEEEIT

>>32468453
Aww. Thanks anyway FG, we'll wait for you.

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>>32468453
Man. Just my luck...

Ah well, just have a nice evening then.

I'll go back to waiting for you again...

I'd wait for however long it takes, Fall Guy. Just don't break my heart...

Rolled 8, 5, 4 = 17

>>32468633
Stop it blowjob anon

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>>32468660
NO ONE SHALL GET BETWEEN US! NOT YOU OR ANY OTHER OF YOU FOOLS!

Rolled 6, 6, 1 = 13

>>32468795
Keeping that knife this close to your face is kinda dangerous sir.

>>32469025
(screams in background, tablesaw sounds)
IM A PRETTY PRINCESS, SO THAT MAKES IT OK. MAMA SAID SO, BEFORE I ATE HER EYES.

>>32469160
...so I think I'm taking the joke too far. With that little tidbit, I'll see you folks tomorrow, hopefully in a less... bizarre capacity.

Rolled 7, 9, 8 = 24

>>32469160

>>32469247
A little late to roll so well, anon...

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Rolled 7, 7, 4 = 18

>>32469247
>>32469327
whoops. Didn't post the pic.

Bumpin'

Page 8? Nope.

>>32474964
Let the thread die. Fall guy can make a new one in the morning.

>>32475415
>Put things on hold for now, keep the thread bumped and tomorrow I shall return.

How about no..

bump

>>32476372
Once more, with feeling.

instead of bumping, can't we just go over the plans of action? We've got:

>Vent airlock
banking on grenade damage to suits
probably shoot them to be sure
>Fire moar grenades
do people expect that?
make sure their suits are damaged
>Fire spy camera
information, probably firefight right afterwards
why didn't we do this earlier?

Thread reboot in approximately 1 hour.

>>32478085
maybe augment the gravity in the room or something of this style.
One thing to take in mind is that we're fighting on SO grounds, we should take caution not to do much property damage.I hope SO won't go full jew and bill us the repair fee and shit.

>>32478841
that sounds fun. I hope we can do that
>unusual grenade tragectory
>empowered melee
>gravity difference makes it easier to shoot first

Am I the only one who thinks the Tin Man is too perfect to be anything but a red-herring for The Whole to Which Many Submit's version of Ivan?

>>32479231
Maybe he's the last resort card, he'd kill things to death real killy but he'd need a truck load of down time afterward.

“Tactical,” you say, speaking calmly, “do you have any eyes in Terminal 5? What’s the situation in there?”

There is a pause as the Handler checks out relevant screens. “Here, I’m feeding you a security feed now.”

Terminal 5 is a right mess. It seems that while neither your nor Marlena’s grenades were as effective as you might’ve hoped (really, those Terminals are a lot bigger than you initially anticipated) they seem to have disrupted enemy operations well enough. The breaching device, some sort of thermal lance by the looks of it, has been right fucked by one of the explosions, the same for it’s two operators. Unfortunately, however, there are twenty bastards in there, and only about 3 more of them were visibly injured or killed by the grenades. The rest have taken a few respectful steps back from the door, and are running back to take up overwatch positions in case you try and open it back up again.

“Well shit,” you sigh, “I don’t think we’ll be able to pull the grenade hat trick again.”

“Vent?” asks Maxi suddenly. You turn to face him. “Excuse me?”

“Vent the Terminal,” Maxim states dully. “Empty atmosphere out into space.”

“Are you guys equipped for vacuum combat?”

Both Marlena and Maxim nod once. “Alright then. We can try it.”

You open up a channel with tactical and quickly relay your request. After a few seconds the shuttle is detached from the station hangar, and the airlocks are wide open. You watch in detached fascination as five more hostiles fail to secure themselves in time, and are sucked out into deep space. The rest are able to activate magnetic clamps in time and remain stuck to the floor of the Terminal, desperately trying to reorganize themselves and get back into cover.

The door at the other end of the hallway closes behind you. You nod at Marlena and Maxim as all three of you activate magnetic clamps built into your boots. The door to the terminal begins to open.

>>32479315
Seriously, this is all I couldn't fit into that post:

>Plan of attack

>>32479322
can Tactical raise the grav to crush you level?

>>32479322
Shield up, pre-emptive suppressive fire from Maxim and then grenades to follow the suppression, we want to cause some chaos to give us some flexibility

What grenades/gear do we have on us right now? Are there any other hallways alongside the terminal we can breach through to flank them?

>>32479322
can we do these >>32478841
>>32478954

I assume smoke grenades don't work in space. We can use the terminal door as cover, but we're not gonna be as useful here as our teammates in the ensuing firefight.

>>32479376
I think we've still have our post-op gears.

>>32479380
>I assume smoke grenades don't work in space
why is that, they still emit clouds of gasses, it just travels further but not at the same densities

>>32479395
the vacuum will force the smoke to spread out much faster, dispersing it so that it doesn't actually block sight.

>>32479414
but it will still have an initial effect, it just won't last as long

>>32479322
Lets do
>>32479376

This talk of grenades gave me an idea, get a Hi-Ex or Frag grenade, and cover it in lots of brittle material to give it even more shrapnel

bam, instant claymore

>>32479443 here again

alternatively we can find the biggest cluster of them, and move the wall nearest to them, build a shaped charge and let the wall become a claymore

>>32479454
>biggest cluster of them, and move the wall nearest to them
of enemies* and move to the wall nearest to them*

>>32479443
A 'nade that release whitelight when it goes boom.
Have we got any info on any senior member coming to help? maybe have a short convo with Tac' about that.

>>32479340
nah, not possible, QED Inc sells artificial gravity field inducers, but they're set at 1 Earth G and God help you if you try to dick around with what's inside

>>32479496
aww

>>32479376
Alright, I think this is the most popular option. Let's roll for it.

Rolled 8, 8, 4 = 20

>>32479540
to grit or not to grit

>>32479496
Someday, we got to hack one of those things. The ability to take away the enemies movement and leverage would be a massive benifit, especially when going against Zero-G trained troops.

Rolled 4, 5, 3 = 12

>>32479540
Let's do this.

Rolled 9, 6, 5 = 20

>>32479540
ere we go

Rolled 5, 7, 9 = 21

>>32479540
Ready and set!

Rolled 9, 2, 8 = 19

>>32479540
Dice, don't fail me.

Rolled 6, 1, 9 = 16

>>32479540

If I may add for consideration, throwing some White Light?

We're going up against 20 motherfuckers all at once, I don't really give a fuck about feelings or scouring a paintjob.

I'm thinking a container into the air and then blasting it once it gets over a group of them.

>>32479557
Forgot the "non" in non-zero-g trained troops. Oops.

>>32479579
I don't want to get the space PMC equivalent of a court martial. I would suppose that there are treaties equivalent to the Geniva Convention in place, and having us pop a can of White Light on camera would be like setting a cop cruiser on fire in front of the police station.

You take point on the group, raising your shield up to absorb any incoming fire. The door fully opens and you stare into the room, everything oddly silent. Except for your breaths. You raise your OMP into the air and open fire. You can feel the gun tremble in your hand as it belches forth bullets, but you hear nothing. You can see the muzzle flash, but still you hear nothing. The only reason you know Maxim is firing, aside from him telling you he would be in the first place, is the explosion of bodies as bullets tear into them, blood and viscera falling to the ground far faster than you are used to.

You turn slightly and send a few bullets down range towards a retreating hostile. His legs explode, blood falling out of them more than pouring, and he skids across the ground. You feel some small bursts of force against your arm as enemy opposition sends bullets flying into your shield. The bulwark holds resolute against their assault however, and bullets are deflected all over the terminal, shattering screens and tearing apart cushions built into chairs. You see something whizz past your head in your peripheral vision. A few seconds later that something explodes, travelling faster and falling further than one might normally expect, killing a few hostiles that took up position behind a desk of some sort.

You look around the room quickly, trying to take in as much as you can. Of the original twenty, only ten remain, they have fallen back to more defensible positions further away from you three, hiding behind pillars and desks. They continue to send bullets up towards you, some of them plinking off of your shield.

>Plan of attack

>>32479844
We could throw some grenades behind their fortified position.

>>32479844
Maxim suppresses their positions while we charge shield up into cover as close to a flanking position as we can, Marlena to do the same, but on the opposite flank, we divide their attention and flush them out.

>>32479844
Disengage gravity, jump forward shooting everywhere, re-engage gravity, melee?

>>32479930
I suppose this is the best middle ground. Calling for rolllllllllls

Rolled 6, 3, 1 = 10

>>32480001
Rolls

Rolled 1, 5, 7 = 13

>>32480001

Rolled 7, 5, 7 = 19

>>32480001

Rolled 4, 5, 10 = 19

>>32480001

>>32479926
Jeez what's with you guys and grenade spam.

Anyways, I say ask mission control about any sightings on the space party we saw earlier. If they haven't been found, we should consider splitting the party to look for them.

Rolled 9, 1, 10 = 20

>>32480032
>>32480034

fuck, heres hoping what cover we find is good

>>32480001
rollan

Rolled 4, 4, 4 = 12

>>32480001

Rolled 3, 1, 6 = 10

>>32480054
we gotta clean up these 10 baddies before that, but hopefully they are tracking the ones that went for a space walk

Rolled 6, 5, 3 = 14

>>32480001

Rolled 7, 4, 3, 7, 7, 2, 4, 9, 5 = 48

Story rolls

>>32480054
Well its is kinda hard to be super tactical when these fucks are just waiting to rush us. Also, the greater the numbers, the more effective grenades should be.

>>32480153
Yay. Maybe.

Rolled 8, 7, 8 = 23

>>32480153
Lets look at the bright side of things, huh, there is none.

We are kinda fucked here.

>>32480195
And the even worse side. That roll doesn't count for anything.

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You reaffirm your grasp on your shield and begin to march forward while Maxim attempts to suppress the largest group of hostiles with covering fire. The plan only works somewhat well, as you are nicked by some incoming fire from the side. Gritting your teeth in pain you ignore the flesh wound semi-successfully and continue moving forward towards one of the pockets of enemy resistance. Your presence has the desired effect, and draws fire from all corners, allowing Marlena to begin moving to flank. Unfortunately, your presence has the desired effect and draws fire from all corners, which can hurt like a bitch when your shield isn’t catching all of it. You nearly double over in pain as sequential rounds strike your torso. You’re certain that if you did not have an augmented skeleton there’d be a broken rib or two.


Luckily however, Maxim is drawing fire of his own, although his thick body armor obviates much of the need for a shield. However, despite the cocoon of ceramic and kevlar and non-newtonian fluids encasing him, he still grunts in pain as yet more bullets fly into him. A particularly loud grunt draws your attention, and you turn to see Maxim down on one knee, bleeding profusely from a wound on the back of his leg.

“Shit,” you mutter as you speed up your approach to deal with the largest hostiles. Blitzing forward, you endure shot after shot, shield arm barely withstanding the concussive force. Just as you leap over the barrier to the largest group of hostiles, you see a flash of explosion as Marlena puts and end to the shenanigans of two hostiles. Leaping over the barrier, you bring your tomahawk down onto the head of one of the hostiles, his helmet only providing a brief moment of resistance before it shatters under the force of the seismic discharge. Blood and brains splatter onto the floor long before they can reach you. The remaining two hostiles run out into the open, where an injured Maxim puts them down with a burst of fire.

Stumbling forward, you take a quick head count, only five hostile dead of the original ten. “Shit, where’d the rest go?” You ask, looking around. Marlena walks up to you, and gestures towards a hole behind one of the pillars. It leads down into a maintenance tunnel and off god knows where into the Brick.

“Tactical,” you say, stepping away from the hole. “We’ve got a hole in the ground,five hostiles are in the maintenance tunnels.”

The Handler appears in your visor, looking frazzled. “That’s… That’s a thing Strike Force whatever you are. The ten spacewalkers just touched down. They’ve breached into an area near the HR offices. Tin Man is on his way to your area, but I can redirect him there instead.”

>What’s your call?
>Pursue five hostiles into maintenance tunnel
>Head to HR

>>32480462
>Head to HR
VC-esque tunnel fighting? Nah, let's leave that to the machine.

>>32480450
>Head to HR

Rolled 10, 1, 10 = 21

>>32480462
>Head to HR

Let Barrister deal with the tunnels.

>>32480481
Oh yeah, and check status of teammates, distribute ammo if needed. Ask if we have to worry about civilians.

>>32480462
>>Head to HR
Slap on some nano-medi-gel and enjoy 5 minutes of sweet menthol anaesthetics as you jog.

Rolled 10, 2, 3 = 15

>>32480462
>Pursue five hostiles into maintenance tunnel
Let the tin man take care of the hostiles in HR

>>32480462
>Head to HR

>>32480462
does head to HR mean we go or Tin Man goes?

if its for us, then

>Head to HR

Alright, we're heading to HR. Writing.

Perspective switch?

>>32480462
As long as Tin Man deal with whatever we aren't, either way works.

Rolled 3, 2, 2 = 7

>>32480570
Fuak yeah, I wanna be the Tin Man.

>>32480570
I am confused, who is heading to HR?

>>32480570
Switch to Sveja

>>32480570
Svenja switch? Svenja switch.

Rolled 3, 3, 6 = 12

>>32480570
Switch to Svenja's donut

Okay, let me make this clear. Ivan is heading to HR. Here are the perspective switch options.

>Tin Man: rock shit as a Beta Level merc
>Ivan: what we've been doing
>Svenja: you still vote on Ivan's attacks, but everything is seen from Svenja's perspective. This would be more cinematic than Ivan's own version of events (ie less tatical thinking, more balls to the walls awesomeness)

>>32480665
>>Svenja: you still vote on Ivan's attacks, but everything is seen from Svenja's perspective. This would be more cinematic than Ivan's own version of events (ie less tatical thinking, more balls to the walls awesomeness)
oh fuck yes this

>>32480665
>Svenja
gotta protect those donuts

>>32480665
>>Svenja: you still vote on Ivan's attacks, but everything is seen from Svenja's perspective. This would be more cinematic than Ivan's own version of events (ie less tatical thinking, more balls to the walls awesomeness)
You know what must be done.

>>32480665
This is a tricky one, but I really want to see what the tin man can do.

>>32480665
damnit, it's become too normal to switch to Svenja. We need to go DEEPER

>Switch to the Armorer

>>32480665
Svenja switch. HR's gonna get a lesson about what we do.

>>32480665
>Tin Man

>>32480665
Shit, I would love to rock out with Tin Man but,

>Svenja: you still vote on Ivan's attacks, but everything is seen from Svenja's perspective. This would be more cinematic than Ivan's own version of events (ie less tatical thinking, more balls to the walls awesomeness)

Rolled 6, 1, 1 = 8

>>32480665
Dude, Svenja.

>>32480665
Knowing how we're currently rolling, lets go with Svenja.

Alright. so Ivan will be arriving in HR by activating an emergency release cable on an elevator that leads up to the central HR offices. At this point he will bust down the doors into the HR main area, where not only are there three hostiles, but a Svenja and her coworkers, out to get some snacks and currently hiding beneath a desk

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>>32480820
Big Damn Hero time!

>>32480820
Shit I forgot to say, plan your attack from here.

And when rolling, add a plus 5 modifier since we'll be in cinematic mode

>>32480820
shoot one in the face with out revolver to get their attention on Ivan, and then charge it all sword and board style, try to push one into the other so they can't shoot us while we melee them

>>32480820
We still have the tomahawk retrieval system on us? Let's chuck it at the first dude we see, then have Maxim spray a bit before going into melee.

Rolled 1, 5, 8 = 14

>>32480836
Also rolling for >>32480906

>>32480906
I'm certain we still have the tomahawk retrieval system, but I think Maxim won't be able to follow us, it seems like he got shot pretty badly in the last update or so.

>>32480981
Well there's still the SMG...

>>32480836
Marlena tosses flashbangs/smokes.
Maxim and Marlena then do mook mulching while we attack the targets closest to Svenja with t-hawk and lil'shoty

>>32480836
Shotgun the door down! Followed by more shotgun, then axe!

When this is over, we NEED to get some ballistics practice. All of these embarrassments with pistols and stuff need to end.

Rolled 8, 1, 4 + 5 = 18

>>32480820
Face meet tomahawk. Who is going to win?

>>32481077
yep, I don't think we have EVER successfully performed a quickdraw with our revolver

>>32481012
Wait, there's only three guys. just have Marlena throw flashbangs and we charge into melee with the stunned opponents. Throwing the tomahawk at whoever is closest to Svenja would be a nice touch before we close in for T-hawk's performance.

Alright I need roooooollls

Rolled 7, 3, 10 + 5 = 25

>>32481226

Rolled 5, 5, 7 = 17

>>32481226
ROOOOOOOOOOOLLLS, YOU SAY?

Rolled 9, 1, 5 = 15

>>32481226

DICEDICEDICE

>>32481239
woops, forgot to add +5 to that, so thats a 20

>>32481238
did the same, that would be a 22

Rolled 8, 2, 5 = 15

>>32481226

Rolled 9, 9, 10 + 5 = 33

>>32481226

Rolled 5, 3, 3 + 5 = 16

>>32481226

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Rolled 10, 2, 3 + 5 = 20

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>>32481275
Whyyyy...

Rolled 8, 2, 4 + 5 = 19

>>32481276
!!!

>>32481276
Mother of god

>>32481276

I have no idea how many rolls he needed, but I hope this gets used regardless.

Rolled 7, 7, 4 + 5 = 23

>>32481293
don't worry anon, he only forgot the +5 modifier so its a 20

You are Svenja Weiss! And today was going to be a pretty bland and normal day by all indications. But, it was also a Friday so at least you had some delicious deep fried confections awaiting you today! At least, that’s how it appeared to be going before the announcement. A security breach. An actual security breach, hostiles in the Brick. To be completely honest the sound of the warning klaxon going off made you dorp not only your coffee, but also that delicious boston cream donut you were about to consume. You were too busy being put out at the loss of your donut to realize what exactly the warning klaxon was warning you of. Naturally, once you realized what was going on you entered into something of a panicked state, and ended up taking cover underneath the table in the main HR common space. It goes without saying that at some point in the process you managed to bang your head.

And now you are curled up underneath the table, knees tucked underneath your chin as you sit, waiting to hear more news… anything really. You rather hope that these hostiles, whoever or whatever they are, didn’t end up in one of the residential areas. You’d hate to think what would happen to poor little Bärchen if those brutes got to her. You eye the boston cream donut on the floor appraisingly. It’s not like it landed frosting side down after all… Your stomach speaks out in support of this course of action. Just as you’re about to start crawling over to see how clean you can get the donut, you hear a sound. the sound of a door whooshing open.

>>32481276
Uh, holy fuck I did that.

>>32481293
Damnit, meant it for >>32481276

>>32481276
And here I was about to inb4 gritmode! WElp GG all the hostiles WILL be dead.

You suppress your instinctive urge to meep loudly and press a hand over your mouth, looking at three armored sets of legs in fear and horror. The hostiles are in HR! They’re here they’re here they’re here! You start to tremble, a powerful feeling of terror suffuses your very being. You just wanted donuts… not getting shot to death by a bunch of gun toting maniacs. You bite your lip and bury your head into your knees. You might not be a rabbit, you might not think the danger is gone now that you can’t see it, but it does help make things seem less immediate.

Their footsteps sound like gong tolls or something like that, metallic, deep and loud. You tremble and bury yourself further into your lap. You don’t want them to find you. Don’t find you, please don’t find you just walk away and leave and leave you alone don’t pull you out and-

You hear a sound, like a rope or something on a pulley going slack. The men hear it to, their feet point in the direction of the elevator. Then suddenly a banging sound. And another banging sound. A third. The men are completely focused on the banging coming from the elevator shaft. You are too, and you crawl forward a little to get a better view.

Somebody is punching through the elevator doors. You can see points where the metal has buckled from powerful blows. Another indentation, and a small gap appears in between the two doors. Finger slide in between them and with a terrible grunting roar, they push. The elevator doors resist for only a few seconds before they are ripped off of their tracks and slam into the wall. A towering merc stands in an empty elevator shaft, nothing behind him. The men raise their guns and are almost ready to open fire, when the merc blitzes forward. There is a moments silence, before it is shattered by a basso thudding sound as some strange device does something…

One of the men collapses to the floor. His head is no longer there. You scream and cover your ears, eye squeezed shut. Despite your hands covering your ears you can hear the bangs as guns go off. There is an extremely loud bang and you hear another body strike the ground. You cry out. Another few seconds of comparatively silent struggle before you hear a third body hit the ground.

You remain frozen, hands over ears, eyes squeezed shut. That’s when you feel something grab you by the upper arm and pull you out from underneath the desk.

>What does Ivan say to Svenja?

>>32481276
Finished writing before I saw that. We'll roll it over to next update or something

Rolled 10, 3, 1 + 5 = 19

>>32481342
"One of these days the calories from those donuts will give you a heart attack Svenja."

Rolled 9, 8, 10 + 5 = 32

>>32481314
>boston cream donut

Damnit, why do you tempt me Fall Guy!? Why!?

Rolled 9, 1, 10 + 5 = 25

>>32481363
>Rolled 3d10: 9, 8, 10 + 5 = 32
...

>>32481363
It was a snackrifice to the dice gods. Apparently they like floor food.

Rolled 7, 3, 7 + 5 = 22

>>32481342
Seconding >>32481360 or something equally creamy

also, testing something

ORIGINAL GLAZED DONUT

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>>32481342
"Come with me if you want to live."

"No, not really... its a quote. From a movie. Yeah"

>>32481389
Or those fucker were telling me to bug out to the nearest Krispy Kreme.

>>32481409
Surprise, surprise. An inferior doughnut gets an inferior dice result.

>>32481417

I think Ivan would quote Terminator here, I second this.

>>32481351
>roll it over into the next update or something
>next update
>What does Ivan say to Svenja
my body is not ready

>>32481417
This

>>32481417
I like this.

>>32481480
I hope Ivan is wearing water proof boots.

Rolled 3, 10, 3 + 5 = 21

>>32481342
"HERE'S JOHNNY!" Or "Sorry, did I come in at a bad time?"

>>32481342
"Knock knock"

>>32481503
I'm pretty sure his suit's waterproof and has a small air supply. Not a big one, but enough for him to withstand the oncoming flood...

Speaking of which, princess hold Svenja?

>>32481342
>What does Ivan say to Svenja?
wait hold on a second HR gets armed assholes to kill AND donuts on Fridays? that's just not fair.

>>32481586
First, it's called the "Princess Carry", and second, yes.

>>32481586
Fuck and yes.

>>32481586
>Speaking of which, princess hold Svenja?
You have to ask, anon? Yes.

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Rolled 9, 2, 3 = 14

>>32481342

>>32481689
no way, that's seriously a thing that was written before?

>>32481707
never underestimate hentai scripts

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So, ah are we getting paid overtime for stomping these stupid bastards?

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>>32481937
Absolutely.

>>32482018
Mah nigga. Also that gif is insanely fun to watch.

You stare up at the strange armored merc in shock and terror. If you were in a more detached position from the action right now you’d take heart from the fact that he hasn’t turned his own formidable arsenal against you. You stare up at him, eyes filled with fear. The merc armored helmet stares down at you impassively for a few moments before turning its attention to something on the ground. After a few seconds your eyes follow that helmet’s attention to whatever it is on the ground. You stare at the helmet as it turns its attention back to you.

There is a pause, then the helmet pops off of the merc’s head with a hydraulic hiss. You stare up at someone you didn’t expect to see right about now. Ivan smirks down at you, apparently quite satisfied with how events have turned out.

“Svenja, you gotta lay off the donuts. I… shit I had something for th-”

You grab Ivan from behind the head and cut him off, pulling your mouth up onto his. After a few seconds you break away from him. Ivan’s ears are adorably pink.

“Go get ‘em, Tiger,” You murmur, which is met with a ferocious kiss from your savior.

“I’ll be back,” promises Ivan in a fake german accent. You decide not to question it. Probably one of those movies of his…

You are Ivan Kostov once more, and you’ll be offing the enemy mercenaries Next Time on Deniable Assets Quest

>>32482462
How are our wounds looking like? Maxim's leg shot is particularly worrying.

>>32482492
Ivan is alone right now. Maxim will be fine, but he's headed off to clinic right now. Marlena is holding position until Tin Man gets there

>>32482462
Awesome. Thanks for the run Fall.

FG is based questfag.

>>32482462
Sweet, thanks for running.

>>32482513
Hey, thanks again for running. When's the next thread?

>>32482732
hmm probably Tuesday... again it depends on how much work is kicking my ass

Thanks for the game. I miss these as I'm in a bad timezone, but I'm always eagerly waiting to read these &lt;3