>>33476714
What'd you cook?
[x]Have Smith spot you on guarding Mari.

>>33476714
>[x]Have Smith spot you on guarding Mari.
If we walk into this obvious trap, let's at least try to go in a roundabout way.

>>33476714
>[x]Have Smith spot you on guarding Mari.
Relay to Smith and Mari that you're most probably going to walk into some kind of trap.
Spring it if that's the case anyway.

>>33476760
I helped with roast beef, mashed potatoes, and gravy. College is pretty okay, except for having to try to work as well as be a student. That's not so fun.

>Religion post-first-contact
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6qEB5g8S2o

>>33476714
>[]Have Smith spot you on guarding Mari.

>>33476714
>[x]Have Smith spot you on guarding Mari.

>>33476714
>[x]Have Smith spot you on guarding Mari.
Give him the usual speech. Kill anything that raises a weapon at you, Mari's safety is to be put before yours. Yada yada yada...

[x]Have Smith spot you on guarding Mari.

>Have Smith spot you on guarding Mari.

"Oi, Smith, I need to go walk into an ambush real quick."

>>33477429
You. I like you.

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It's probably some kind of clever trap. That said, the thing about knowing something was a trap is that you can spring it early and fuck everything up, or let it go off as planned and still fuck everything up. Either way, you'll be fucking something for someone up. Shooting a text to Smith to come spot your guard of Mari, he responds in the affirmative, and you drop out of the hammock.

Stepping into Mari's room, the pop she's blasting assaults your ears more directly, and you can almost feel your tinnitus getting worse. Tapping her on the shoulder, she shuts off the music and leans back in the chair, to look up at you from behind her glasses.

“I've got some investigating to do. Anything you need before I go?”

“How about a beer,” she asks hopefully. You shake your head.

“Ask Smith, but I'm not gonna contribute to the delinquency of a minor.” She pokes a lower lip out, and you turn and exit the room. You're not gonna deal with that kind of teenage girl bullshit, you're not paid for it. Smith shows up within the next ten minutes, and looks at you inquisitively.

“I've got to go walk into an ambush. Watch out for Mari, for me. Her safety's your first priority, etc, etc, we both know the spiel.”

“Roger, sir. Have fun, try not to die.” Fun? You exist in a state of fun! Fun is your middle name! (Not really, it's something highly embarrassing.)

If something does go wrong in this ambush-busting, you could very well die. To that end, placing a diversion for whoever killed you to discover might be a good idea.

[] Rigging up the fuel for the vehicles will ensure Mari and Smith can escape if things go tits up.
[] There's a couple of cargo planes on a tarmac that could use 'looking at'.
[] Write-in.

>>33477786
>[x] There's a couple of cargo planes on a tarmac that could use 'looking at'.

Lets just hope that our enemy oesn't have MAN-PADS

>>33477786
It's Percy, isn't it?
[x] Rigging up the fuel for the vehicles will ensure Mari and Smith can escape if things go tits up.

>>33477786
>[x] There's a couple of cargo planes on a tarmac that could use 'looking at'.
Man, I don't know anymore.
These all seem exceedingly needless.

>>33477786
>[] There's a couple of cargo planes on a tarmac that could use 'looking at'.

>>33477786
Cargo planes. Hopefully we run into that one woman who flew us and can get her to help.

>>33476817
I'm going to college in a month, I'm extremely worried about it, with good reason.
>Going in as a junior at 18 because I already have my associates because of high school early college program.
>High school early college was damn easy, leading me to believe I'm gonna be horribly out of my depth quick as fuck.
>Financial aide has been delayed like 2 months for reasons, have to take out a loan of about 10k to pay for tuition/boarding.
>Don't know shit about finances
>gonna leave the nest
>have to get a job for the first time
Muh anxiety.

>>33477786
[] There's a couple of cargo planes on a tarmac that could use 'looking at'.

>>33478250
I'm attending community college for my general ed bullshit and while I try to figure out what I want to do with myself. My parents are being pretty okay with letting me stay with them, though. Basically I'm free to do whatever as long as I help with the car insurance and buy my own gas and pay for the car's upkeep.

My suggestion about the money thing is don't spend it all on alcohol and carry out pizza. Try to find a work-study job, to at least put a little back. As for the out of your depth thing, I was too- talk to an academic adviser if it happens. They're there to help you.

Also,
>writan

>>33477786
>[X] There's a couple of cargo planes on a tarmac that could use 'looking at'.

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Haha, who knew trying to Google “sabotaging a plane” would take so long?

>Cargo-planes.

The walk to the base's air strip is brief, and you emerge into the beating sun with a grimace. There's a string of C-130s along one end, and some of them are being loaded and unloaded with various crates of things. You don't think it's food, since that's brought in by truck, but it's possibly ammunition or something similar being unloaded. As for whatever is going on the planes, you have no clue and the faintest idea.

Casually strolling to the first plane being unloaded, you kick one tire, check the other, and examine the hydraulics. Something smells vaguely reminiscent of chocolate chip cookies, and you don't think it's the hydraulic fluid. Ignoring the scent, for now, you think. Sabotaging the planes would only put people just doing their jobs at risk. What can you do that would be good enough to distract people?

There's big tanks of aviation fuel underneath the ground, across the tarmac, and they've got a big fuel truck sitting on top of them. That'll work. Meandering your way over there in as nonthreatening a fashion as possible, you regretfully slip off your watch. A tasteful analog model, it'll serve as a basic countdown clock for the primitive bomb you'll be making.

Slipping behind the truck, you take a seat behind one of the fat wheels and pull out a spare Kalashnikov magazine. Removing three bullets, you slip it into the 'possibles' pouch on the chest rig you're wearing, where you keep half-empty and empty magazines. Opening up the little disposable phone all Section Two Agents are supposed to keep on them in case things go tits up and their main phone is dead or something, you pull out the battery and begin fiddling with wires, you watch, and the bullets.

Twenty minutes later, you have a respectable improvised explosive device created from three 5.45 bullets, a shitty cellphone, and your watch. With a sigh, you climb the ladder on the back of the truck's tank, open up a valve, and attach the IED to the side of the hole with some duct tape you found in the truck's cab. That done, you leave the airstrip and head for the level mentioned in the text. The stroll through the base is mercifully brief, as there's a handy map someone posted.

[]Take the elevator down. There's no need to not be polite about this.
[]Take the stairs. It's what, four levels? Nothing to it.
[]Write-in. (>inb4 vents)

>>33479283
>[x]Take the elevator down. There's no need to not be polite about this.
I fucking hope that this is a trap, we haven't killed something for like, two threads?

>>33479283
>(>inb4 vents)
You know me too well.

Send the elevator down but take the stairs.

>>33479283
>[]Take the elevator down. There's no need to not be polite about this.

>>33479283
This sounds good >>33479366

>>33479366
Supporting distraction elevator >>33479366

Also, casting main vote.
> [x]Vents

>>33479366
this

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>>33479246
>Something smells vaguely reminiscent of chocolate chip cookies, and you don't think it's the hydraulic fluid
Oh god.

>>33479283
>>33479366
I like this.

>>33479567
Cryan's hallucinations worsening?

>>33479246
>Something smells vaguely reminiscent of chocolate chip cookies, and you don't think it's the hydraulic fluid.

Are we all still good for romancing Lilith?

Don't get any on us or Mari will be even harder to pry off.

>>33479624
I'm fine with that.

>>33479624
No.

We romance HUMANS you baka

>>33479953
Lilith is the first human.

I guess even Lilith wants the D now and again.

Is romancing Lilith any different from romancing Rei?

>>33479974

Still smacks of lolrandum. Theres no IC reason for us to even attempt some shit like this, especially after we got order to stay the fuck away from terminal dogma.

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>>33479974
>This was the first human.

What the jesus fuck?

If we do romance her, then where do we put the dick in?

>>33480054
Yes, one is less creepy than the other.

>>33480103
How do you think the lance got in?

>>33480103
>Implying it won't be mental
Nigga you blind

>>33480123
By being shoved in by an EVA?

I remember that Adam got rekt when the lance was jousted into him by a truck.

But what has that got to do with where I stick the dick?

>>33480054
Technically, no.

Practically, well yes.

>>33480179
It goes in the same way. Baka.

>>33480083
All we have to do is reciprocate the mama-Lilith in our dreams and hallucinations, but that is almost certainly the path to madness.

I vote we do it anyway.

remember guys, even if it's god, wrap it before you tap it.

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>>33480235
>you don't want a contaminated dick

>>33480204
Being stabbed in by an EVA?

This would be both weird and funny at the same time.

More and more I find myself wondering, if I'm in an EVA quest, or a re-boot of jackass.

>>33479283

Send down a distraction elevator and then use the vents ourselves

>>33480369
It's more like a /k/ommando quest that just happens to be in the Eva universe

Just FYI, Lilith tops.

>Distraction elevator

You're clever. Being intelligent is one of the most basic requirements for getting through Selection. So you press the down button for the elevator, and it begins descending. Turning towards the stairs, you too, begin descending. You shoot a text to Smith, telling him to get off base and as far away as possible with Mari if he hasn't heard from you in four hours, as you set your IED for five. Slipping the phone back into your pocket, you bring up the Kalashnikov and begin moving down the stairs.

You slip in a rock and almost roll your ankle, but your boots are sturdy enough to save you from such a horrid fate, and you kick it off the stairwell and down to the next flat platform, where there's a door. It's not your door, so you keep going down. When you do make it to the level you need, you ease the door open, sending your rifle's barrel in through first, and sweep the hall. It's empty, and the light is dim. Following it, you're not instantly riddled with bullets, so that's a good thing. You can't hear anything except the sound of the ventilation system, so you decide it's safe enough, for now, and let your rifle drop.

That's when the bullet takes you in the back, low, near a kidney, and you're spun around in time to glimpse a man holding a pistol, before you feel another impact in your stomach, near your navel, and you go down, hard.

(1/2)

You're calm, though. You've been hit before. Nowhere vital that you can feel, right now, and you've got enough time to shoot this man. So from your back, you lift your rifle and put a burst through his chest, and he goes down, hard. Rolling, you push yourself into a crouch and check the corridor on either side of you. He must have been waiting by the elevator, just past the door to the stairs you came through.

Coughing, slightly, you don't taste any blood come up. That's good. Unless you're bleeding into your guts, which would be bad. The corridor's clear, aside from you and the man, a blond in his mid-twenties. He's wearing the coveralls common to all mechanics, and the pistol he was using was a common one in America, an M1911 clone. Ears ringing from the tinnitus, you shake your head to clear them, and you almost are able to hear someone humming Orinoco Flow, which you've hated since you were twelve.

[]Police the body, make sure he's dead.
[]Check where you were hit.
[]Write-in.

>>33480466
She also makes adam watch

>>33480498
>[x]Write-in. (Retrieve or kick away the weapon of the downed shooter.)
>[x]Check where you were hit.

>>33480498
Police the body

also check the vents, never fucking trusth those vetns

>>33480498
duck back into the stairwell, check hit location, and then, depending on how fatal/not fatal it is, go police the body.

>>33480452
guilty as charged. I'll take suggestions though. I know enough to know I don't know everything.

>>33480498
>[x]Police the body, make sure he's dead.
>[x]Check where you were hit.
>Call the base commander
If we call the BCO, we'll at least get confirmation on if this guy was from NERV or else.

>>33480498
>[]Write-in.
SECURE THE AREA

Like hell theres only one assassin.

>>33480585
We'd need to get his ID or something. Commander might be compromised too. They know we're alive, since they were expecting us and we walked into it like we weren't dead.

>>33480498

Kick the gun away from the man first, then secure the area. This is too easy so far

>>33480498
>[x]Police the body, make sure he's dead.
>[x]Check where you were hit.
Part of policing the body would be to remove his weapons, so yeah.

>>33480582
Don't worry you're doing pretty great so far.

Although I suppose this is closer to a CYOA thread than a quest thread, considering we don't have a character sheet and we never have to role for anything

>>33480582
I never used to /k/ before but this quest has certainly made me read up on guns and military shit, so good job on slowly turning me into a /k/ommando.

>>33480669
Operators gonna operate, anon.

No need to roll when you got deze skillz.

Also, write-ins help.

>>33480582
Protip, in portraying Rei, she's not simply a standard clone.

That's just a regular human y'know. Rei's pretty much all alien, with all the human looks.

The idea is that if you tell her the right things and convince her of it at the same time, she'll be overpowered and possibly unstable.

>>33480846
Well, she displays pretty human emotions from time to time. Though, I think the only time she displayed any powers was when she was Rei 3.

>Police the body and check your hits

Forcing yourself to a stand, you make your way to the body, and kick the pistol from his hand. Kneeling, you ignore the pain in your gut and back to force the man over and take his wallet from him. Checking the hallway again, you dash back to the stairwell, where you take a seat and prop the rifle against the wall. Ripping off your shirt, you look at the hole in your stomach.

There's only a slow trickle of blood.

What.

Running a hand behind your back, you check the injury over your kidney- the same.

What.

You'd given Mari your Kevlar permanently and had been meaning to check out another vest from the base's armory, but never got around to it. On a hunch, you stick your pinky finger into the wound. It bounces off of something hard and metallic.

Oh. They put some kind of armor in you while you were out for those two weeks. “Ha,” you chuckle weakly. Probably they replaced your liver with a cloned or pig liver, and then installed this armor. Medical magazines you'd read had had articles about pig organs being able to replace human organs, or using pigs as tubes to grow human organs, and some had talked about protein bonded metal replacing joints like knees or elbows but you'd never expected NERV to be involved in probably highly illegal medical research.

“Ha,” you chuckle again, and stand back up. A look at the man's ID reveals a legit NERV ID card that checks out. He was Percival Robards, aged twenty-four. He was an Evangelion maintenance technician. Roughly translated, he took armor off and put armor on the giant robot, after a fight, or before a test or after a test. Well, tough luck for Percy there, but your new armor was handy.

(1/2)

>>33481091
Because she effectively is all human, emotions and all. She's just like a wolf child raised in a lab on drugs instead of love. Plus she thinks she's worth less than other people because she can be replaced and all that.

Rapping your ribcage, you think you can hear a faint metal ting. Chuckling once more at your luck, you step back out into the corridor, grab Percy's corpse, and drag it back into the stairwell, leaving a trail of blood. Checking your shot placement, you see your grouping was extremely tight- instead of four holes, there's only one large hole, with ragged edges from the different bullets.

Emerging into the hallway, you need to make a decision.

[]Start checking rooms.
[]Get back to ground level and let the Base Commander know someone tried to kill you.
[]Write-in.

>>33481160
Yeah, that's what I figured. I was just trying to dispute what the other guy said.

>>33481091
Correct, she only displayed the powers her of her half(?)-Angelic ancestry after Kaworu awakened her to her potential.

>>33481180
Start checking rooms

Huh, so we're wolverine now. Lets see if we can get some badass claws once we get back to NERV japan

>>33481180
>[]Start checking rooms.

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>>33481180
>[x]Start checking rooms.

>hardened internals
I never asked for this.
But I accept it gladly.

>>33481180
>[x]Start checking rooms.
Who's that humming?
Or is it another Lilith induced hallucination?

>>33481180
>[x]Get back to ground level and let the Base Commander know someone tried to kill you.
If he pulls a gun, we are GTA an EVA before wrecking the base.

I wonder what else was implanted. Knowing NERV, they swapped our nipples for cannons and our heart for an MP EVA core.

>>33481180
>[X]Start checking rooms.

>>33481180
>[]Start checking rooms.

>>33481336
inb4 we can now somehow manifest an AT Field

>>33481180
>[x]Start checking rooms.
REMEMBER TO SLICE THE PIE YOU FUCKING MICK

>>33481384
>But tang, I want to pilot an EVA like the kids.
Cried the anons.
>No anon. YOU are the EVA!
Proclaimed Tang, As he bestowed upon us armour and other cool features.

>>33481460
An acceptable alternative.

>>33481460
>Mari thinks you are a new kind of EVA
>Tries to ride on your shoulders

Might be annoying, but It would be both funny and Kawaii.

>>33481750
>Shoulders
You mean dick right?

>>33481775
pls anon no she's only fourteen

>>33481802
You're right, she's a few years too old.

I kid, I kid.

>>33481802
Bitch please, that's legal in Germany right now, so it'd be legal in Japan too.
Not to mention, it's not like Kaji ever said no to Asuka based on the fact she's 14 and under the legal age

>>33481845
Are you implying Kaji was sleeping with Asuka? And she's thirteen.

>>33481866
I think he's implying that her age wasn't the only reason he said no.

>>33481775
After she notices Cryan bleeds LCL and wonders about other ways to get it out of his body.

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>this discussion

>>33481866
Asuka tried to force herself onto Kaji for psychological validation. When Kaji rejected her, and continued to do so, Asuka's mental state began tumbling down.

>>33481775
NO! I MEANT SHOULDERS YOU PERVY BASTARD!

FUCKING HELL! WE PLAY THE PART OF THE UNCLE-FIGURE TO THESE CHILDREN!

>>33481802
Have you changed your mind on waifu-able characters?
>>33481845
Last thread we established that the current age of consent in the prefecture where Tokyo-3 is should be around 16-18 but that Tang was free to change as he saw fit.

>>33481750
>Kawaii
Please die.

>>33481915
I believe the consensus was the lower limit's 15, dating is fine before then but fucking is not allowed.

I could be remembering wrong, though.

>>33481866
I'm saying that Kaji never used the excuse that she was under legal age, which would be the best excuse.
However, he did not, he simply used the excuse that she was too young, therefore implying that it was more the maturity of her body. This was obviously a cover up for his other motives however.
So, taking that into account I do not see why the age of consent laws would be 16-18, especially with a third of the entire population being extinguished. Eternal summer probably doesn't help either.

This discussion sucks.

You guys suck.

>>33481965
Half the population dead, and don't forget the declining global birthrates.

>>33481965
Eternal summer? What?

This discussion is awful. Could we just not talk about having sex with kids in these threads for once?

Wow,t his sure is some tangent. Can we get back to the quest?

>>33482012
Second Impact fucked up the Earth's tilt and made the sea levels rise quite a bit, so in Japan at least it's perpetual summer.

>>33482020
>4chan
>not talking about sex with kids

u wot

>>33482037
Don't forget about Antarctica.

>>33482012
Second impact fucked earth's alignment, thus, Japan was thrown into eternal summer.

On the plus side though. Britain (which is roughly on the other side of the planet to Japan) Would logically also have been thrown into eternal summer.

>>33482043
Then how about this one thread not be as bad as others.

While I'm neutral on the whole subject of waifuing, if this Mari ever finds out that we're now some kind of combat cyborg, given how she's been developed in this quest so far I don't think it would be too out of character for her to make some kind of unwarranted advances on/towards us.

>>33482066
Oh god why
I can barely stand it being summer here even for a day

Eternal summer isn't all it's cracked up to be.

There's no replenishment of the soil or plant and animal life like what happens during winter. There's no winter monsoons to help growing seasons in places like India, Afghanistan, or the Philippines.

Eternal summer means consistent drought, with no relief brought by winter snows, especially in places like the United States and Canada, which are the world's breadbasket, basically.

Granted, you're probably able to grow stuff in Siberia, but that soil had been frozen for how long? It's worth piss to a drowning man.

So yeah, unless Gehirn and NERV have been working on genetically engineered crops as well as giant robots, don't forget the (probable) mass starvations and famines that are probably rampant in third world countries without the ability to desalinate water, pipe it, and use it to irrigate croplands, like the USA would be able.

I love when this conversation happens and all of /tg/'s white knight population starts to freak out

>>33482137
What do you mean by white knight?

>>33482122

So what you're saying is the world's population is even more fucked than we thought.

Hell in that case they might just drop the age of consent down to 13

>>33482152
Maybe down to 12 in some more heavily impacted places.

>>33482095
>She tries toget the D.
>Turns out NERV swapped it out for an ACTUAL gun.

>>33482152
It's a post-apocalyptic landscape, anon. You either adapt or you die out as a species.

>>33482152
Actually, after something like Second Impact, I can legitimately see countries crack down on underage sex and divorce in marriages, as the strength of the family would be more necessary than ever, in order to have prosperous families with more than one kid.

How common is it for a couple to have a kid together, then split, and the kid never has siblings? I knew quite a few kids in that situation when I lived in Alabama, DEEP IN THE BIBLE BELT.

>>33482122
Now that you say that, the likely repercussions would indicate that many millions of people are dead.

It suddenly becomes more acceptable to bang a 14 year old.

>>33481997
>>33481997
>>33482037
>>33482066
>>33482122
>>33482189
And now instrumentality makes a lot more sense.

>>33482211
Eh.....I don't think they'd be in a posistion to really want to crack down on that shit. When suddenly over 1/3 of the population dies, and then everyone else in shitty area's are dying out from starvation the few countries that do have their shit together would make it as easy as humanly possible to have a kid.

>>33482234
Wasn't Seele planning that before Second Impact, though?

>>33482211
The thing is, the underage law is simply to keep the women in education long enough so the government has more workers, which means a better economy.
So you have to balance which is ore important after the second impact, future workers or over working your workers to keep the economy from collapsing?

Personally considering the point about Kaji, I imagine Japan brought it's age of consent down but made it a lot harder to divorce

>>33482211
Also spreading the "seed" further would be better for humanity. More diversity in the gene pool would be desired so they would probably encourage as much partner swapping as possible

>Start checking rooms.

The first room you check is across the hall from the elevator and stairwell, and it's.... An empty storage room. Working fast, they're all the same. Empty storage rooms, judging from the crate markings in the dust. Swearing, you check the hallway again. You take off up the stairs at a sprint, rifle leading the way.

Your burst into the hallway and come face to face with a woman. She looks startled at your appearance- shirt half hanging off, chest rig, and rifle.

“Son, you're bleeding!”

“It's only a flesh wound.” You dash past her, headed for Mari's room first. Sprinting through the hallways of a secretive base while heavily armed isn't exactly inconspicuous, but speed and assuring the safety of the Fourth is. When you arrive, Smith is sprawled out on the hammock beside Mari's door, rifle leaned against the wall. He looks up at you from behind his sunglasses and novel, something about games and thrones, and stops whistling Johnny Cash long enough to greet you.

“Sup?”

“Is the Fourth safe?”

“Yup,” he nods slowly. You nod as well, panting. Now that you've had to exert yourself and the adrenaline is wearing off, you've just been shot twice. Granted, the bullets didn't penetrate, but you're pretty sure that there's still some kind of internal damage. .45 ACP is designed to kill, after all. (Most bullets are, but that's quibbling.)

“You been involved in something,” Smith asks you with a glance at the half ripped shirt. You nod confirmation, and he sighs, before sitting up and shrugging out of his own shirt.

“Where are you off to now?”

[]”To check the Evangelion for explosives.”
[]”To talk to the Base Commander.”
[]”I need to speak with the scientist in charge of the Eva here.”
[]Write-in.

>>33482284
>>>/pol/

>>33482290
>[]”To talk to the Base Commander.”

He should probably be informed of what happened.

>>33482290
>[x]Write-in.
MEDIC!!!!

>>33482290
>[X]”To talk to the Base Commander.”

I'm starting to take a real liking to Smith.

>>33482331
yeah, let's do this.

>>33482290
>[x]”I need to speak with the scientist in charge of the Eva here.”
EVA technician shot us, so it's pretty obvious where I'm going with this.

>>33482352
Why? He's a fucking cunt.

As a note, we need to remember to disable our IED.

>>33482381
He's reading something similar to Game of thrones and seemingly likes Johnny Cash

>>33482381
What? I don't remember him doing anything cunt-ish.

>>33482381
Fucking Smith, but at least he has decent taste.

They may have lowered the age gap but restricted it to marriage actually, that might make sense.

>>33482290
Not sure about talking to Commander, but it's probably an OK idea. The moles know we're still alive, so whatever cover we may have had will soon be blown or is already blown.

The scientist in charge of the Eva (or the commander) should know who Robards is, if that's even a real person, and should be able to check on access logs. It would be very easy to slip A BOMB into the Eva armor, and that's no good for anyone involved.

>>33482387
Also this.

>>33482290
>[]”To talk to the Base Commander.”
>and if possible []”To check the Evangelion for explosives.”

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As an aside, I have found a pair of Confederate flag boxer shorts on Amazon. Someone talk me out of this.


>

“I need to speak with the Base Commander,” you tell him. “And probably the check the Eva for bombs,” you add as an after thought while you throw his shirt on. Feeling torn on the issue,you finally prop your rifle next to his, and hand him the chest rig. “You've got thirteen full magazines, twenty-six shots in the rifle, and a possible with twenty-seven in the possibles puch.”

“Gotcha, hoss. 's a shit ton of ammo, yeah?”

“Yep. If you need to, use Mari's bed to barricade the door and her desk the window and hold out until I can get to you. Just in case.”

“Gotcha. Can I go back to reading?”

“Sure, I don't care. Just take care of the Fourth.” He nods his acknowledgment of your orders, and then you're off, subdermal armor plating and all.

You eventually track the Commander down to his office, where he's having some sort of late lunch, a sub sandwich of some kind.

“Come in, come in! Can I offer you anything?”

“No thank you, sir. While investigating a lead earlier I wound up in a gun fight with this man.” You slide poor Percival Robards' ID card across his desk, avoiding a stack of papers, and the sandwich's wrapper. Davis takes a sip of his drink, and then examines the card.

“I remember young Robards! An intelligent young man, quick on the uptake. Are you positively sure?”

[]”Sir, he put two bullets in me. I'm more than sure.”
[]”Absolutely positive, sir.”
[]Write-in.

>>33482759
>I swear on the two bullets he put in me

>>33482783
This sounds good.

>>33482759
>As an aside, I have found a pair of Confederate flag boxer shorts on Amazon. Someone talk me out of this.

Soldier! That flag has been raised on the flagpole improperly!

This is a disgrace. Pull down that flag at once!

>>33482759
Sir, he put two bullets in me. I'm more than sure.....I'm HIV positive

>>33482783

>>33482759
>[x]”Sir, he put two bullets in me. I'm more than sure.”
Neither of us counted that I've got an armour plate stuffed in me.

>>33482759
>[]”Sir, he put two bullets in me. I'm more than sure.”

>>33482759
>[]”Absolutely positive, sir.”
We don't want to spread info about our subdermal armor around.

did the guy on the id look like the guy we shot?

>>33482895
The medics will eventually find out.

>>33482940
It seems like we made positive ID. It wasn't explicitly stated.

What are the odds it was someone impersonating the man with his ID and some cheap special effects?

>>33482990
Good point, we should get this checked out and get a recon team down to that body.

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>Write-in.

“I swear on the two bullets he put in me, sir.”

“Such a shame. He was such a bright young man...” Davis sighs heavily and leans back in his chair, before looking sadly at his sandwich. “I'm afraid I'm no longer hungry,” he comments.

“Quite, sir.”

“Well, Special Agent, what would you suggest?”

“I've knocked their manpower down by one, but they know who I am, probably. I would suggest letting me check the Eva for explosives.”

“That's alarming, son. What do you think the odds are that they've wired the Evangelion Unit?”

“At least better than even. Robards WAS an armor tech, sir.”

“True, true. Still, this is disturbing. Such penetration!”

“Indeed, sir.”

“Well, I suppose I'll leave you to it, then. Please, try to refrain from shooting more of my staff, Special Agent.”

“I'll try my best, sir, but I can't make any promises.” He nods and dismisses you, and you head for the hangar where the Evangelion is stored. Inside you find the chief scientist, a youngish looking man with wild eyes and a decent looking goatee, holding court over an experiment to see if the Evangelion had a Babinksi reflex.

“Nice goatee,” you say by way of greeting, and he looks up from the notes he's scribbling furiously.

“You fool! What are you doing, you'll contaminate the experiment!”

“I need to speak with you,” you tell him, and he sighs heavily, before calling the experiment off.

“Another day,” he tells his assistants and aides, before turning back to you. “About what?”

[]”Do you know a Percival Robards?”
[]”I need to know what exactly is under the Evangelion's armor.”
[]Write-in.

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>>33482978
>>33482940
>>33482990
>>33483017

>>33483187
>Suspected explosives in the EVA's armor

>>33483187
>[x]”Do you know a Percival Robards?”

>>33483187
Do you know a Percival Robards?

[x]”Do you know a Percival Robards?"
He seems to have misplaced his identification.

>>33482759

"Unless someone borrowed his face to put two bullets in me."

"Whether it's actually him is irrelevant; that ID card would give access to the Unit-4's critical systems. Either we've got a traitor or a spy, and I don't either that close to an Eva."

>>33483242
This.

>>33483187

>”Do you know a Percival Robards?”

"Because I just caught a man with his badge trying to kill Section-2 Agents."

>>33483187
>[x]”Do you know a Percival Robards?”

>>33483294

I like this one. It's exactly accurate without committing too much information.

>>33483203
that would be such a rookie mistake. Unless it was a clone, i guess.

Depending on goatee's answer, we should tell him his giant death machine is compromised and should not be activated. Tell him to fake the activation, go through the motions, but not actually turn it on. Anyone trying to turn it on despite orders not to is a traitor heretic commie mutant mole.

>>33483294
This sounds good.

>>33483348
or i guess mari can refuse to turn it on, pretend there was an error in the plug. depends on how the activation process works.

>>33483187
>[]”Do you know a Percival Robards?”
>[]”I need to know what exactly is under the Evangelion's armor.”

>>33483294
This is the one OP

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“Do you know a Percival Robards?”

The scientist looks offended. “Of course I do! I am Dr. von Franken, head of NERV-Nevada's- that's classified information you're not privy to. Who are you exactly?”

“I found a man with his badge trying to kill Section Two Agents.” Dr. von Franken pales noticeably, and begins stroking his chin, muttering under his breath. Finally, he shakes a fist at the sky.

“Percival? Percival is a good helper! Never complains, always willing to work harder and longer! Where is my Percival?”

“Robards is being detained right now,” you lie smoothly, “for questioning.”

“Ah! Let me see my assistant, we will clear this up!”

“Sir, can you tell me what Robards looked like?”

“Twenty-four, blond, if I were a fag I would say he was good looking enough, why?”

“I'm afraid I need you to know what's under the Evangelion's armor, Dr. von Franken.”

“Impossible! Highly irregular, highly illegal!” He's agitated, now, you think. Now might be the time to....

[]Show him your ID. He'll comply when faced with Section Two.
[]Use force. You won't hurt him much, just maybe shove him up against a wall.
[]Write-in.

>>33483586
badge and tell him his evangelion is compromised.

>>33483586
>[]Write-in.
I have reason to think that he was an infiltrator. With that in mind, I have to ensure that NERV's assets are not compromised in any way, shape or form. If that leads to looking under the EVAs armour for bombs, then so be it.

>>33483586
>[]Show him your ID. He'll comply when faced with Section Two.
No force. Yet.

>>33483688
If he is surprised we are Cryan (or that we are alive), he is also possibly a spy.

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>>33483703
>implying

>>33483740
No implications here, chief. I'm outright saying it.

>>33483586
"you wanna talk illegal? did the un approve this activation test? is it legal to shoot a man? is it legal to access a giant death robot after-hours to sabotage it?"

>>33483849
"and it certainly will not be legal what i do to you if you refuse to comply."

>ID.

Reaching into the back pocket of your pants, you withdraw your wallet, and flip it open, making sure your thumb is covering your name. He takes it in, and he's seen enough Section Two identification to know the real deal. Sighing, he leads you to a computer that's set up to display scans of the Evangelion. He takes the seat and boots it up.

After about four minutes, he finally manages to get the most recent scan, taken yesterday, up. To your untrained eyes, it looks completely regular. Apparently, von Franken agrees.

“See? Nothing out of the ordinary. Alles in ordnung, Special Agent. Now if you will please, I have work to do! Be leaving!” Biting back a curse, you leave and head for a bathroom.

Once you find one, you take off Smith's shirt, a size too large for you, and set it on the counter, examining your wounds in the mirror. They've stopped bleeding, but that doesn't mean they still can't get infected. There's a first aid kit in every bathroom, on the principal of the matter, and you find it. Taking it off the wall, you open it and withdraw a bottle of bactine. Grinning, you apply it, and then apply bandages, like the kind to go on a papercut. Wounds taken care of, at least for now, you put the first aid kit back, and put on Smith's shirt.


When you find him outside Mari's room again, he's idly tossing an American football into the air and catching it again. When he sees you, he throws it at you. You catch it and toss it back, almost on reflex, and he begins interrogating you.

“So, boss, what did you find?”

(1/2)

“According to the chief scientist, everything is alles in ordnung.”

“'s probably bullshit. He show you images of the robot?”

“Yup, nothing was out of the ordinary, that I could see. What'd you do while I was gone?”

“Read some more. Played catch with myself. I coulda gone pro, you know, I played for Ole Miss.”

“Nope. I'm not a handegg fan.”

“H-handegg? It's FOOTBALL,” he tells you indignantly. You merely nod, instead of ribbing him some more, and he takes a closer look at you. “Why don't you get some sleep, boss?”

[]”That's a good idea, thanks.”
[]”No thanks.
[]Write-in.

>>33484116
>[]”That's a good idea, thanks.”

"Cant fall apart now."

>>33484116
>[]”That's a good idea, thanks.”
Might as well. Mama Lilith surely misses us.

>>33484116
tall to mari and ask her if they need her cooperation to activate the eva. Ask her to do everything in her power to not activate it.

>>33484116
>[x]”No thanks.
SHIT WE FORGOT THE IED!

EOD OUR IED FIRST! SLEEP COMES LATER!

>>33484186
also this

>>33484186
eek, this

>>33484186

Oh Shit.

I'm this >>33484128 but get the IED sorted first.

>>33484116
Take care of the IED first

then sleep in Mari's room. Best way to keep her safe

>>33484261
IED=yes
Sleep in Mari's room=no, she's too excitable as it is.

>>33484116
Disarm IED.

Receive Kevlar.

Send an anonymous thanks to the doctor that did our surgery.

Tell Mari her EVA might contain BOMB, and not to go through with the activation test.

Protect Mari

>>33484186
This, then call the subcommander, tell him that we are taking shots, but somehow have under-the-skin armour somehow.

>>33484301
That's not really something we need to tell people, 33484301.
Don't let your enemy know your weaknesses.

Guys.............what if we went full terminator when they had us unconscious? We should before sleep cut out the bullets and check the plating itself

>>33484327
Bullets ricochet, Anon. They don't always lodge under skin.

>>33484327
But we still feel pain youbaka. It would hurt like fuck.

>>33484363
Okay, well we can still open up the wounds a little more and see exactly how much metal we're talking about here

>>33484370
We just took two bullets and are still running around the base in full Operator mode. I think pain is something that we can handle quite well

>>33484186
This and >>33484116
>[]”That's a good idea, thanks.”

>>33484116
sleep sounds good

Should have called it Neon Genesis Operator Quest.

>>33484498
>Not calling it Neon Genesis Evangelion,an operator's tale.

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>Take care of the IED and then sleep.

“Yeah, that's a good idea, thanks.”

“No prob, boss. Enjoy your sleep.” You nod your thanks and head for the airstrip, first. You'd rather not wake up with the base on fire because you got careless. Carelessness gets people killed, and getting people killed gets you in trouble with the bosses.

The truck at the tarmac is where you left it, and you shimmy up the ladder at the back of the fuel tank, and open the valve where you duct taped your IED. Ripping it out, you set about getting your watch back. When you finally succeed, it smells of aviation fuel and despair. Knowing you'll never be able to get the despair smell off of it, you settle for placing it back around your wrist, before heading for the room you share with Smith.

It's a Spartan affair with two cots on either side of the room, a window in the center of the far wall, and two footlockers, one of which is where you store your things. Shooting a quick text to Johann to let him know everything is okay, you're struck by curiosity regarding your new armor. Taking your utility knife, you use it to make a cut. Pulling the skin up, you see....

Metal. Intrigued, you begin tapping the flat of your blade against your chest, listening to the distinct ring of metal on metal, dulled by your flesh. “Ha,” you chuckle.

“If I had to take a guess at what they did to me, they probably used titanium or something as an outer layer, bonded with proteins to bond to my ribcage, sternum, and spine, in order to facilitate three hundred sixty degree protection of my vital organs. Titanium to deflect bullets, something like calcium carbonate for an inner layer, to absorb the impact,” you tell yourself. Pleased with your observations, you put the knife up and bandage the new cut, before settling onto your bed and waiting for sleep to take you.

(1/2)

Sitting across a table from you is a woman that resembles your mother when she was younger, about twenty-three.

“Hallo, Declan.”

“Hello,” you venture. “I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to be asleep.”

“Yes,” she says with a smile. “You are. Do you know who I am?”

“No clue. I'm sure you'll tell me, right?”

“Wrong, Declan. We're going to play a game.”

[]”I hate games.”
[]”A game? What are the rules?”
[]Write-in.

>>33484561
More like Evangelion: You Can (Not) Operate

>>33484613
>But all I have is a PS3

>>33484613
>[x] "I'd rather you cut the bullshit and tell me what you want."

>>33484613
>[]”A game? What are the rules?”

>>33484613
>[]”A game? What are the rules?”
The better we know the rules, the better we can cheat!

>>33484613
>[]”A game? What are the rules?”
I hope it's Cave Explorer.

>>33484630
Topmost of keks.

>>33484649
Acceptable. This.

>>33484613
Yeah....
>>33484649
This feels more like what our Agent would say.

>>33484613

"Is the game called 'tableflip'? I'm pretty good at that game."

Anything other than a real answer is then met by us flipping the goddamn table.

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>>33484621
Toppest of keks, my friend.

>>33484649
this

>>33484649
this

>>33484621
This is amazing. Any chance for a mid quest thread name change?

>>33484613
A game? What are the rules?

Is it a love game? With our mom/lilith?

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>>33484621
In which, we work with such fun groups as HCLI.

Cryan is old buddies with Lhem

>Write-ins galore. (I like write-ins.)

“I'd rather you cut the bullshit and tell me what's going on,” you grit out of grinding teeth.

“That's not allowed,” the woman says with a frown.

“Is the game called 'tableflip'? I'm pretty good at that game,” you tell her. She frowns at you again, and opens her mouth. Silently gripping the table, you wait with bated breath.

“You're not following the rules,” she says quietly. Grinning, you stand and flip the table over her head, and into the nonexistent wall.

“I'M THE BEST AT TABLEFLIP,” you bellow.

She's still sitting quietly, and now you have no table to prop your elbows on, hands in front of your mouth. Scowling, you sit back down in your chair.

“Games, Declan Marion Cryan, aren't one sided.”

“No shit, Sherlock. I'd rather be dreaming about a nice blonde with big ti-”

“There's no need for crudity, Declan.”

You look at her for a moment. Then you look down at yourself. She's dressed in some kind of green sundress, while you're in regimental uniform, without the sidearm. But with the sword. What. Ignoring the sword, for the moment, you look back at her. Soft brown eyes, black hair, decent tits.

Leaning forward, elbows on your knees, you look her in the eye. “Games,” you whisper quietly, “are for children that have yet to put away a child's things and embrace their adulthood. You,” your voice drops even lower, “are a childish thing that has somehow escaped the box you were locked in, and now seek to resume playing with me. So, next time I'm sleeping, don't bother. I haven't been a boy in a long time.”

“I know,” she says sadly. “And I so dearly regret that.” What.

>>33484972
Good thread, tang. Ending much more interesting. See you next time!

And then your hands are reaching for a girlfriend that isn't there as you come awake.

“Fucking Christ,” you swear, and let your head flop back onto the pillow. And then you realize- if the activation test is supposed to go tits up and be right snoggered, why risk planting a bomb or anything, really, on the Evangelion? It's surely inspected almost hourly. With a piece of equipment that expensive, you would too.

But what about the entry plug? Flying through your morning routine, you check the time on your watch when you finish. 0615 hours, the day of the test. Plenty of time.
And that's it for tonight's thread, guys! Thanks for following. Archives here, don't forget to vote: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=tangfag

>>33485016
Man, how does the formatting keep fucking up like that?

Anyway, I don't know when the next thread will be, since I haven't gotten next week's work schedule yet. All I can say is keep an eye on the Twitter: https://twitter.com/LoverofTang

>>33484952
>“Games,” you whisper quietly, “are for children that have yet to put away a child's things and embrace their adulthood.

Whoa! Rude, Cryan! Anyway, thanks for the thread.

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>>33485035
Thanks Tangie