>>33092965
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"I still don’t get why it’s gotta be us."

"Told you already, it’s 'cause we're the only two humans that don’t look we got a scrap heap somewhere in our family tree, meaning we're the only ones who can get in an' out without raisin' too many eyebrows."

"No, I mean why's it gotta be US? B&Es ain’t my scene, buddo, I've always been more of a behind the scenes kinda guy."

"You’re the only one o’ us what’s dealt with Pylarians before. We're gonna need that."

You are Rosco Philips, and as you stand outside the oppressive stone columns of a Federation of United Bankers planetary exchange node, you are beginning to reconsider your recent career change. Working over a Fubber exchange is a death wish on a good day. Stealing from one of them in FUB controlled space? That’s so stupid you're not even sure anyone has invented a word to describe it yet. Sure, it’s a fringe world that never sees any action, but Fubbers ain’t exactly known for their giving things up very easily. But the bosslady says what you need was squattin’ right on the desk of their executive office, so into the breach you shall go. You sigh and run a hand through your bright red hair and look to your burly, bearded partner in crime.


"What’s the op, bossman?"

All you get back is a quizzical stare. Grekking pirates.

"The op. The run. How we doin' this damn thing without getting turned into a fine red mist?"

>Padstow distracts the ground floor, you sneak into their central office.
>You both pretend to be wealthy investors dissatisfied with their business.
>You pretend to be rubes willing to take out a huge loan and get scammed.
>Custom

>>33092975
>>Padstow distracts the ground floor, you sneak into their central office.
Seems like a fair enough plan. Nice and direct. Long as the distraction isn't so big it calls in their big guns.

Also, didn't expect spacepirates today, what a surprise.

>>33092975
>You pretend to be rubes willing to take out a huge loan and get scammed.
This one requires the least acting.

>>33092975
uhh heads up, you linked to the QTG in your tweet...

>Padstow distracts the ground floor, you sneak into their central office.

>>33093097
Welp

>>33093075
I sort of half think we should have padstow try to do this on his own, while we wait outside to do the snatch and grab if things go awry.

The only problem is an escape plan. Not sure how well padstow can deal with a dive out a window, and that tends to be the quickest way out other than wading through security.

Aww yeah we're back, time for some dryad watering

>Padstow distracts the ground floor, you sneak into their central office.
Slithering beats walking by far, take that, legged beings!

>>33093381
>Slithering beats walking by far, take that, legged beings!
You're a human right now

>>33093418
Chop chop, nothing a blade can't fix

>Padstow distracts the ground floor, you sneak into their central office.

>FUCK YEAH TIME FOR SPACE NAGAS IN SPACE
>nope sorry not playing as naga today
You cancelled four times in a row for this?

>>33093640
we're just snatching a bauble and getting to extraction for the boss-snake.

>>33093640
You'll get back to her soon, trust me

>>33092975
>Padstow distracts the ground floor, you sneak into their central office.

Fuck, almost missed this.
And of course I gotta leave in 45 minutes and miss the rest too. Ah well.

Is your twitter not in the directory? I don't have a twitter and only use the directory for seeing announcements myself.

Padstow just flashes you a toothy grin as he reaches into his jacket and pulls out a flask. "You just find your way to them central offices and get that slice o’ the dais. I’ll make they're too busy to look for you."

With that, he starts to chug from his flask and stumble in an exaggerated, drunkenly manner, pointing out the first person who looks like an employee that he sees.

"You! Yeah, you! Thissis all yer fault, yknow! I loss my job cuzza yous! I oughta…"

Well, you can’t say he doesn’t know how to make a scene. While all eyes – and security – are turned on him, you sneak towards the door labeled "employees only", crack the electronic lock open, and fool it into thinking you're an employee who swiped in with their ID badge, all in the space of about three seconds. Not your fastest work, but it’ll have to do. Once inside, it’s just a matter of strollin’ down to the central office and keeping your head down. Occasionally one of the statuesque, horned fuckers asks you where you're off to or demands some coffee from you, but nobody bothers to ask your name or question your credentials.

>>33093854
Despite them looking almost exactly like you save the horns, Pylarians think all humans look alike, which makes infiltration really easy so long as you play the role of nervous intern. Everybody rushing to either gawk at or pacify the raging drunkard down in the lobby certainly helps, too. A few more hacked security checkpoints and you're already in the slightly too big for you executive office. This was almost too easy. But never mind that, you spy what you're looking for right on the name plate of the shmuck who owns this corporate cage: an odd looking triangle, fashioned out of the same burnished gold material of the Charter Block and Dais, with the same faint halogen blue glow emitting from the little cracks in the design. You pry the triangle off the nameplate and break into the holo-terminal to check the security feed, only to see Padstow has taken a teller hostage and is making demands.

Grekking pirates.

>Activate the pacification turrets and escape in the havoc
>Crash the whole damn system. Security, doors, lights. Everything.
>Announce a brand new deal: 90% off all transactions and 0% interest on all loans made in the next five minutes!
>Custom

>>33093876
>>Activate the pacification turrets and escape in the havoc

>>33093876
>Announce a brand new deal: 90% off all transactions and 0% interest on all loans made in the next five minutes!
How could we resist?

>>33093876
>Announce a brand new deal: 90% off all transactions and 0% interest on all loans made in the next five minutes!

>>33093876
>>Announce a brand new deal: 90% off all transactions and 0% interest on all loans made in the next five minutes!
GET IT WHILE IT'S HOT

>>33093876
>Announce a brand new deal: 90% off all transactions and 0% interest on all loans made in the next five minutes!
don't forget to wire ourselves some nice loans, of course doing it discreetly and in a way that can't be traced to us

>>33093876
>Crash the whole damn system. Security, doors, lights. Everything.
Yeah, let's see them catch us now!

>>33093876
>Announce a brand new deal: 90% off all transactions and 0% interest on all loans made in the next five minutes!
A bit late? Of course not!

So...
Sure is pirate-y huh?

>>33095026
oh, yeah, the OP is one of the slower ones. Gotta deal with that.

>>33095049
Sue, but most quest at least has chatter...
I guess with this being a different POV and all there's less to talk about anyway.

You access the PA system and quickly type up a nice little distraction speech. It isn’t long before you hear a crisp, automated female voice reading your lines for everyone to hear.

"Attention, customers, constituents, and political allies of the Federation of United Banks, in honor of Human Awareness Day, all transactions made in the next five Federation Standard Minutes shall come with a ninety percent discount and all loans will have zero percent interest for their first year. Get these deals while you can and have a wonderful day banking with Federation United!"

It’s almost like watching a bomb go off. For the briefest second, everyone is dead still, and then chaos erupts bank-wide as customers frantically hunt down employees, employees desperately try to find out what’s going on and whether or not its racist to question the legitimacy of Human Awareness Day, and security tries to calm the whole situation down. Padstow is frozen in sheer confusion as his hostage is ripped from his grasp by a horde of deal-hungry visitors and security forgets him entirely. With that done, you ensure all the security cameras will forget today, cut all alarms and silent alarms, and wipe all trace of your deeds out of the system. After you make sure to give yourself a generous little payday, of course. You even embezzle some cash in an easy-to-find trail to make sure all fingers point to the executive coordinator of this branch instead of an outsider. Damn, you're good. Either that, or something went very, very wrong.

>>33095210
A quick sprint and one very flabbergasted pirate later and you're back in the busted truck ol Boss Snake gave you to ride in on, heading back to the outlands outside of the city where the ship touched down. Why she had this old relic stowed away on her boat is anyone’s guess, but you just wished it came with proper pedals instead of these glitched up hand-based accelerators. She also seemed very reluctant to let you use it, almost as reluctant as she was to land on this rock in the first place.

"So, what the hell was that about?" You finally ask once you're a fair distance away from the bank.

Paddy just shrugs "Told ya I could get you an in."

"Not that, you drunken bohemian. This thing" You hold up the triangle, "better be worth a grekkin fortune to be this Scaly Dan guy’s treasure."

Padstow looks over at you with a raised eyebrow. Upon seeing your totally serious expression, he bursts into laughter.

"Something I said?"

"That aint the treasure, greenhorn, that little trinket just reconfigures the dais to show us a new star chart."

"Which shows us the treasure?"

"Which shows us another reconfiguration chip. Which shows us another, an’ another, an’ another, an’ so on until we finally get to the treasure. This is basic piracy, lad."

>>33095248
You bring the truck to a screeching halt and glare at your partner in crime.

"So you mean we’re hunting down a treasure map that leads to another treasure map and so on until hopefully we finally actually get something?"

"Nagas are as paranoid as they are long-lived." He nods

"You don’t happen to know how many of these things there are, do you?" You ask as you resume driving.

"Eight, so the stories go."

"So you mean to say we’ve got ourselves…a Piece of Eight. Grekking typical."

"Oy, don’t be disparagin the classics, lad. Scaly Dan invented most of em."

"Yeah, yeah, let’s just get out of here before our good luck runs out. This job was a milkrun when it shouldn’t have been."

You look around the streets and notice they're all empty. Emptier than they should ever be in the middle of a FUB work day. The only other cars you spot are all sleek, black, and heavily tinted. Corporate cars. Obvious tails. Something’s glitched. Glitched real bad.

>Evasive maneuvers
>Try to outrun them
>Time for a shootout on wheels
>Custom

>Custom
This car have wireless? And can you spot any automatic service vehicles or the like? If so start hacking into the city grid and arrange a little distraction.

>>33095275
>Evasive maneuvers
Evasive maneuvers work, since we're in a lighter, scootier type of vehicle.

Failing that, shift seamlessly to
>shootout.

It's just, you know, good policy to try to lose the tail before moving up to shooting the tail.

>>33095275
I'll back >>33095362 if possible, otherwise:
>Time for a shootout on wheels

>>33095275
>Evasive maneuvers
Time to dodge!

>>33095275
This guy doesn't have any luck, huh?
>Evasive maneuvers

>>33095275
Since I gotta go sleep, thanks for running! Hope we get back to our MCs this thread.

>>33095821
probably as soon as we make it to the rendevous point and get our tails exploded by a pirate ship.

You glance around you without moving your head. One car behind you, another in front, and one parked in the alley to both your left and right at the next stop. The three behind and beside you are all built for speed, but the one in front is an oversized van, obviously armored. Seems like they're trying to pincer you in at the next intersection.

Time to show these corporate dogs that you aint no cattle.

You toggle the wireless tunneling worm you have socketed in the back of your skull to life and use it to embed yourself into the traffic cloud without triggering any alarms, all while slowly rolling up to the next stop. Once inside the cloud, you tag the car ahead of you as a medical emergency. It all took under four seconds, so you should have time to spare.

"Padstow" you whisper "Get your gun ready, but don’t fire until I give the word."

"What the hell’re you on about this time?"

"We’re being followed, so shut up and do as I say. Oh, and hold on to something, things are about to get crazy."

You slow to a stop and wait at the stop for the signal.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds pass before they finally show up, but once the medivac drones descend on the armored van in and begin slicing it open to 'rescue' the hit squad within, you waste no time in speeding off past them before they’ve even started extracting hitmen in stasis stretchers.

>>33096690
Tires squeal as the chasers to your left and behind you follow suit, but you can’t see the last one in your rear view and sadly they caught wise and disengaged themselves from the grid, which means you can’t sic any more medivac drones on them or even keep track of them beyond the naked eye.

But that leaves you as anything but helpless.

They still ceded over the whole traffic grid to you, unable to root you out of it, which means this city is now your toy. You take a maddening series of twists and turns to try and shake off your tails, much to the chagrin of the cursing Padstow getting thrown about in his seat. You even use their own security measures against them to take one out with an electro spike strip, sharp enough to pierce even armored tires and then shock the engine dead.

The second one is a little more tenacious, but throwing up a riot barricade right on the nose of his car and flipping like a frycook with a burger seems to do the job nicely. The third is a total no-show.

"I thought you said you were a good driver!" Padstow shouts, clutching his flask as if it were a security blanket

"That was good driving! Especially in this hunk of junk. Grekkin rustpit can’t even jump!"

"Cars don’t need to jump!"

"They do in cities that aren’t so flat. I need me some gigahighways, megahighways, and antihighways all criss-crossed together. Then I can REALLY work my magic."

"…antihighways?"

"Anti-gravity highways. They go upside down. I don’t think this relic is even antihighway fitted."

"…just take us home, you demmed chromer."

>>33096720
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You are Pirate Captain Valdessa Atroxius, and right now you're testing your broken shoulder and pacing in front of the cargo ramp while you wait quite impatiently for your reconfiguration chip. It seems to be alright for the most part, save the serious of hideous pops every time you move it. Ah well, no one ever got better by sitting still. Toshka shudders every time you move it.

"That just aint natural. Your shoulder was pulverized just a day and a half ago. It was grekking dust, and now you're movin it jus fine…"

You scoff "Oh please, my kind has been smashing and stabbing each other for probably longer than you’ve even existed. We got good at bouncing back."

"Doesn’t mean you gotta sit there and make snap like that."

You just stare at her and watch her disgust as you move your arm in a slow, wide circle. Thankfully, Padstow and Rosco finally come into view to cure your boredom. The tip of your tail thumps excitedly as they careen towards you.

And then past you.

And then slam your own custom fitted truck that you’ve owned since before you got your ship into the wall of your cargo bay, damaging both of your most beloved possessions in one fell swoop.

Somebody is getting flogged tonight.

>>33096746
"Any reason why you lot saw fit to assault both of my vehicles I so kindly let you use at the same time? I hope you at least got the chip to make up for all this."

"Start-" "-out of here!" They breathlessly fail to complete each other’s sentences.

"Mind trying again, lads?"

"Get-" "-the ship!"

Well that clears things up a bit.

"We need to get outta here right now!" Toshka states, staring wide-eyed down the cargo ramp.

"Well thank you, Toshka. Now was that so-"

"Miss Atroxius" An unfamiliar voice interrupts. You snap around to look at the brown skinned woman standing at the foot of your cargo ramp. She is dressed in gray, plain business suit and is carrying an oversized briefcase as her short black hair bounces slightly in the breeze. "I have been sent to find you on behalf of the Federation of United Bankers"

Oh shit. It’s the FUB.
>See what she wants. No need to start getting violent with a sore shoulder.
>Correct her on your title. Decorum is life.
>Fuck it, just attack her. We all know where this is going.
>Custom

>>33096767
>Correct her on your title. Decorum is life.
Priorities.

Also, can we get any of our ship guns pointed this way, internal or external? They'd be handy.

>Correct her on your title. Decorum is life.
Wounded socialite is the method of attack this time. You are the top of the top and thus must be treated with respect!

>>33096767
>Correct her on your title. Decorum is life.

>>33096767
>>Correct her on your title. Decorum is life.

>>33096746
All that shoulder crunching may or may not be good for us.

"That would be Pirate Captain Valdessa Atroxius to you." You train all your internal (and unfortunately miniature) gun batteries at her. "It would be wise not to insult a captain aboard her own ship, Miss…"

"I am the Auditor." Her voice is flat and monotone. Like a machine. "And your ship is precisely what I am here to discuss. You took out a loan with Federation United eight years ago to, and I quote, 'Build a pirate vessel so fierce even the stars quake at her name' and I have been tasked with investigating why you haven’t paid a single Federal Standard Credit of it back. "

Oh. That.

"You honestly took on a loan from the FUB?" Toshka splutters. "I can’t tell if you're insane or just stupid."

"I needed the money! Besides, I told em I was a pirate, so they should’ve seen it coming."

The auditor cuts back in, either ignorant or uncaring of the exchange.

"You were loaned a total of four hundred thousand credits, plus eight years of interest, plus eight years of late fees, plus damages to the exchange node and personnel, plus intolerance fees for making a false awareness day for a galactic minority and the fees associated with making it an official sale day, and finally, for threatening the life of a Federal Auditor, brings you to exactly nine hundred and sixty-three million Federal Standard Credits. And three subcredits, repeating. You will pay all fees now or suffer repossession on all commodities."

"See, this is why I didn’t want to land here."

"Am I to believe that you are refusing payment?"

"I'm a pirate, what do you think?"

"Very well. Commencing repossession."

>>33097585
She sets down her briefcase in front of her and presses a button on it. With a pneumatic hiss, the lid extends upwards, revealing the limbless torso of a pale woman with short red hair.

Her face is marred by several scars and one eye is clearly artificial, but covered in a manic grin as several spidery mechanical arms set to work assembling and attaching cybernetic limbs to the happy little torso.

You give an exasperated sigh at the display.

"Great, another one. And who might this one be?"

"I'm the Repossessor, darling. Call me Repo if you like, not that it matters." A blade extends from one of her arms and she licks it, that starved grin of hers never leaving her face. "I hear Naga organs sell for a small fortune."

Well that went well.
>Engage the Repossessor in single combat
>Engage the Auditor in single combat
>Blast them both away with the gun batteries
>Custom

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>>33097603
Goddammit, and I forgot the picture I was going to post with it.
>>33097538
Nah, you'll be fine!

>>33097603
Oh great, this pair. I know those guys.
>Blast them both away with the gun batteries
>Custom
Order the pilot to get the ship flying, and force them to jump out with heavy fire. You may have to ding up the interior of your ship a little.

>>33097643
oh, to samefag a bit, let's try to get a bit of a tilt on that flight, too.

Sort of shake-and-push-and-tilt until they sort of fall out. Don't need to deal with bankmen, no sir.

>>33097603
>Blast them both away with the gun batteries

Do be prepared for single combat with the repossessor when the shipboard guns don't work, though.

Those things never work.
Well, except that one time.

>>33097603
>>Blast them both away with the gun batteries

You fold your hands behind your back and try to assume an authoritative slither.
"Helmsman, takes us out of here and scrub my deck of this filth."

"Uh, I'm still right here, boss"

"…right. Then stop being right here and start being on the bridge so we can get off this rock and I don’t have yet another reason to flog you. Your captain can handle the guns."

"Aye-aye, boss!"

"Captain, you braindead primitive!"

"Right, that!"

Ugh, humans. Speaking of humans, these two are starting to get on your nerves. They shouldn’t have made a deal with a pirate if they didn’t want to be swindled. Getting rid of them is just a simple matter of tagging the two as foes with your bionic eye and the guns begin their barrage.

It’s also a simple matter to notice that all the bullets are stopping short of their mark and clattering uselessly to the ground. Of COURSE they have a Null Inertia Field, it’s not like things get to be easy for you. But how did they even get one all the way out here? Those things guzzle energy like Padstow guzzles booze or anything approximately close to booze and it would have to be close by.

Before you can ponder the conundrum any further, your ship lurches to life and Repo pounces at you, wrist blades and shin-chainsaws at the ready.

>Choose one from each tree.
Combat
>Engage Repo (choose loadout)
>Engage the Auditor (choose loadout)
>Try to stall for time
>Custom
Strategy
>Try to find the source of their Null Inertia generator
>Try to get out of range of their Null Inertia generator
>Spin the ship to try and confuse and disorient them
>Custom

>>33098031
>Engage Repo (choose loadout)
Uh, what do we have to choose from?
>Try to find the source of their Null Inertia generator

>>33098031
>>Engage Repo (choose loadout)
Use two swords. We're going close combat here.
also,
>Try to find the source of their Null Inertia generator
because fuck that thing. We want to shut down and/or steal it.

>>33098082
>Uh, what do we have to choose from?
Dual cutlasses
Dual pistols
One of each

>>33098031
>>Engage Repo (choose loadout)

Dual wield cutlasses

>>33098133
Sounds good. One strategy would be to tangle up the chains on the chainsaw and then use that as a point of weakness. As well as the classic bait her into stabbing the nearest solid object so she gets stuck.

Since she can't drop her blades she'd be out of luck.

Hmm, I wonder how much a Repo assassin goes for on the black market anyway?

>>33098316
Probably not enough to make up for damage to the ship.
I just want them out of here, or pacified. I feel like they might be the types to try to cut a deal if they're losing, which might be advantageous.

You unsheathe your cutlasses and rise to match Repos challenge, matching her wrist blades with your cutlasses and weaving away from those chain-shins of hers.

"Rosco! Null Inertia field!" You shout at the ceiling. "Find the generator and scrap it!"

"An NI generator? But how? We’re too far out from the city for it to be there…"

"What about their car? They sure as hell didn’t follow you on foot!"

"It's, uh, invisible."

Taking advantage of your discussion, Repo begins to spin her arms at the elbow joint, making her wrist blades look like drills. You stop the motion well enough with your good arm, but your still injured shoulder gives out with a painful snap.

But not as painful as that blade digging into you just under your ribs, digging into your side with each rotation. A single cry of pain escapes your lips before you cut off the rest by gritting your teeth.

"Then FIND IT!"

"I tried! Why do you think we was speeding in so fast?"

>>33098619
You shift the cutlass in your good hand until its tip is aimed at the arm currently trying to make friends with your lungs and twist the detonation handle. Your cutlass’s lets loose a blinding flash as its tip bursts into flame, shearing her arm clean off at the bicep and leaving it embedded in you. Before she has time to react, you rear up on your tail a bit and headbutt her with as much force of several hundred pounds of pure muscle as you can muster in a split-second, sending her sprawling and giving yourself a headache as you collide with what you're pretty sure is metal.

"I want results, Helmsman Philips, not excuses." Your voice is calmer now, but still wavering slightly with pain.

Before you can follow up on your counterattack, Repo had already skittered back to her partner, who was already fixing a new arm on her. This one was lanky and multi-segmented, ending in three fearsome claws.

"Don’t strain yourself too much, snakebutt, lots of stooges think Naga organs can extend their life, but they're no good to us damaged."

Snakebutt? Really? There's no way you're letting her get away with that one.
>Press the attack while she’s vulnerable. You're both down one arm at the moment, but that’s about to change.
>Go for the Auditor. If Repo can approach her right now than so can you.
>Let do their thing and distract them. Once you find that NI generator, you can turn the tables on them.

>>33098632
>Go for the Auditor. If Repo can approach her right now than so can you.

>>33098632
>Press the attack while she’s vulnerable.
See about forcing her wacky chain arms into the walls and such to fuck with 'em and their momentum.
Or, alternatively, popping our shoulder back in if we get hit with any significant force into a wall. That's a thing that can happen and is only mildly terrible for you.

But before all that, she's taking a pit stop right now, and you need to take full advantage of it.


also, attacking her and attacking the auditor are very similar at this point, as they're in the same place.

>>33098655
>>33098694
we don't have a tiebreaker, but they ARE very similar, so just sort of swipe at the two while they repair where gaps in their guard appear.

>>33098694
Tail slam? I'm thinking tail slam. If you can separate the box from them all the better. No more replacements.

>>33098859
Might work. Though I worry about catching a blade in the tail.

Before the auditor can put the final touches on her psychotic little friend, you surge between them, keeping your torso close to the ground. As you pass under Repo’s legs, you blast one of her knees out for good measure.

Her legs seem to be more durable than her arms, so the knee only jerks out to the side and falls limp instead of severing entirely, but it’s enough to knock her off balance and allow you to worm your way between the two, knocking Repo forward with a pommel strike and follow up with a tail slam as you constrict around the Auditor. She clumsily paws at you with her half-connected arm, managing to rake some scars into your tail without doing any real damage.

The Auditor tries to activate some sort of personal tazer field linked to her wristwatch, but you are much too pain numb for it to stop you as your tear it roughly from her wrist. Repo’s eyes go wide in terror when she looks back and sees your cutlass poised at the Auditor’s throat.

"Audi!"

Her voice is filled with pain and desperation. Like someone who had just lost their reason for living.

"I swear, if you harm one hair on her head, I will eviscerate you slowly."

"Oh don’t be like that. You were gonna eviscerate me slowly anyways. Now why don’t you and I have a little chat?"

"You will get fined for this." Despite her brave front, you can feel the Auditor tremble in your coils.

"I've heard quite enough out of you." Your actions are punctuated by a frustrated, hateful shriek sink your fangs into Audi’s neck, pumping venom through her body. She twitches twice before passing out. You toss the limp body at the frantic Repo.

"Naga venom is nasty stuff, don’t you know? Liquefies you from the inside out. Works fast, too. Your friend here is gonna be human soup if you don’t get her to a doctor within the next three hours. Looks like we might have to cancel our little fight here."

>>33099319

Repo cradles her fallen associate as best as she can manage with one arm.

"I swear to you, naga, I will be the end of you. I will slice apart everything you love and force you to watch. I will keep you alive for decades as my personal plaything. I will make you beg for death and then only grant it to everything else you care for."

"Not in the next three hours you won’t."

She presses a button on her collar and the two of them disappear with a gentle pop. You hear the intercom crackle to life as Rosco starts shouting.

"I found their car, captain! Looks to be on the move, too! Orders?"

You can only laugh at the absurdity of it all and flop down onto your back.

"Just get us out here, Helmsman."

You pull the bladed arm out of your side and look around you. They left their minifacturing case and you still got half an arm you could sell. Not too shabby of a haul, especially when combined with that reconfiguration chip.

But Boros, that Repo chick is gonna be some special kind of pissed when her friend wakes up in an hour or two, seeing as your venom is little more than a tranquilizer. Oh well, you'll burn that bridge when you get to it.

END OF THREAD FOUR

>>33099332
Haha, silly idiot supersoldier machine assassin.
We're habitual liars.

>>33099332
>END OF THREAD FOUR
what
really
you cancel four times in a row, do some pointless POVswap bullshit, give us a half-assed fight posted slower than a glacier, then call the thread?
dropped

>>33099357
>>33099332
oh, and thanks for runnin'.

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Thanks for joining everyone! I had a little more planned with some downtime shenanigans with the crew on the ship, but I feel like its starting to get late, so we can start with that next time with a fresh head for all of us. I should be able to get back to this sooner than last time, too, so that's good.

Also, sorry for forcing the perspective shift on you guys. I'm just trying to get a feel of what might be a fun way to get to know the crew better. Next time I will just make it an option to vote for instead of something mandatory.

>>33099383
Eh, I was fine with it. Good thread.

Also very sleepy now. Going unconscious.

And archive is up.
>>33099373
Sadly, that fight wasn't half-assed at all, I just suck at action scenes. Which is why they take so long for me to write and why they come out so bad. One of the reasons I'm running this quest is to work on that, so I understand if you dont feel like putting up with me.

Though for the record, I only canceled it three times. Huge difference, I know.

>>33099486
Eh, don't dwell on it too much. You're slow and delayed a lot, sure, but I've played slower, and more delayed.
Just try not to make that second part a habit, and maybe work on the first one. It's all I can ask. Don't know about the other guy.

>>33099486
Eh it was a good thread, I don't mind the wait in between posts.

Also RL takes precedence.

Always.

>>33099529
Yeah, last time a whole bunch of stuff came up at once. It shouldn't happen again.

>>33099383
Thanks for running!
And I'd save perspective shifts for a little later in the quest I think.