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>>34208899
You never much cared about Gibs-12, though, and now that you’re here you can’t say you much care for it. Too loud, too smoggy, too bright, and most importantly: too densely packed. You’ve probably had your tail stepped on more today than the rest of your entire life. It’s like all the worst aspects of Roatuga with none of the wanton drinking, high octane barfights, or clean, clear lagoons. All of which and more is why you would like to get that reconfiguration chip and get off this as soon as Naganly possible. For you are Captain Valdessa Atroxius, leader of the soon-to-be-infamous band of space pirates crewing the soon-to-be-legendary vessel the Sol Regret.

The spontaneous building fires seem to be about as common as Roatuga, at least

After having met with those Last Dinosaur “friends” of Toshka’s, you’re now working out a plan to hit this Floyd Stryx guy’s hideout and rob it of anything valuable. Turns out your new business partners were more than willing to deal the collector a blow, since as a collector he has tried to “collect” King and his gang several times in the past for being the first, last, and only of their kind.

You and King have gone your separate ways at the present, agreeing to only meet up again when it’s time to plan the heist. Right now, you and your away crew – the diminutive Toshka, the knowledgeable Roger Padstow, the immovable Koma Tito, and the hyperactive Johnny Nitro – have set up shop in a corner booth of a quiet bar as you plan your next move.

>First things first, we have to lure Floyd out of hiding
>First things first, how much can we trust these Last Dinosaurs?
>First things first, what even is a biosaur?
>Writein

>>34208921
>First things first, what even is a biosaur?
I need more exposition Capn.

>>34208921
>First things first, how much can we trust these Last Dinosaurs?
Let's clear it up.

>>34208921
>First things first, how much can we trust these Last Dinosaurs?
>First things first, what even is a biosaur?

>>34208921
>First things first, we have to lure Floyd out of hiding

What even are the things we are supposed to trust.

Writing.

>>34209100
Nothing, of course. Except our crew. Especially Cernu.

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>mfw I realized this wasn't called Space Pirate Nigga quest
I should skim more effectively.

>>34209176
Alas, skimming hurts us all anon.

>>34208921
I sure hope we have someone who can draft amazing plans here, because anons sure aren't it.

>>34208921
We should maybe make a plan using the biosaurs as bait? Pretend we can give them to his collection, set a trap, that kind of thing.

>>34209346
The problem with that is, he then knows exactly who to expect. As of now, he doesn't know our fearosme captain is in the city, andits probably better to keep it like that, considering our twice wanted status.

>>34209390
True, I suppose. We can see what else pops up.

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You polish off a tankard of cheap, synthesized alcohol product and call this meeting to session.

“Let’s get the most important question out of the way first: what even is a biosaur?”

Toshka gives you an incredulous stare. “Really? That’s what’s got you glitched the most?”

“Well I know what they look like, but that ‘brother’ of yours seemed awfully worried when he heard we were gonna working with these so-called biosaur things.”

With a heavy sigh, she dives into explanation. “Hi-tech cyborg commandos and top of the line bioweapons. Using fossilized remains found embedded in chunks of an old, shattered planet, Hammond Heavy Industries cloned massive behemoths of carnage and destruction. Then they tore them apart and rebuilt them a couple dozen times until they had the most elite fighting force in the entire multigalactic sprawl: the biosaur. Animal cunning met tactical cruelty. Problem was the biosaurs themselves felt the whole gig was rigged, so they busted out and started their own merc gang, rippin’ apart anyone who dared tell em no.”

“And we’re jus’ s’posed t’trust a buncha violent assholes known fer killin’ anyone they don’ like?” Roger butts in before you have a chance.

“They’re trusting you lot, aren’t they?”

“Last I checked none o’ us bite off the heads o’ folks we work with.”

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>>34209480
“They’re a bunch of violent, trigger happy lizards with a chip on their shoulder and a tendency to shoot first, shoot second, ask questions third, and then shoot some more that have isolated themselves from everyone who isn’t a gig fixer. Which is exactly why we can trust them. On Gibs, the less friends you got, the more of a straight shooter you are, and I’m the closest thing they’ve got to a friend when we haven’t so much as buzzed each other on the web since I joined on with the cap some three years ago.”

Roger eyes Toshka dubiously, still unconvinced.

“Sides, King owes me a personal favor for doin a certain…asset retrieval for him a ways back.”

Well with that settled, what’s next on the agenda?

>Get in contact with the Sol Regret, see if they found any way to get in contact with Floyd
>See if Toshka has any fences through which to reach Floyd
>Try to see if you can’t convince the Last Dinosaurs to use themselves as bait
>Writein

>>34209480
>“Last I checked none o’ us bite off the heads o’ folks we work with.”
With a Naga and whatever the doctor is, that's a big assumption right there! I guess Roger would know though.

>>34209496
>See if Toshka has any fences through which to reach Floyd
Bait is last-resort, they probably won't trust us enough for it.

>>34209496
>See if Toshka has any fences through which to reach Floyd
.
>Try to see if you can’t convince the Last Dinosaurs to use themselves as bait
Only if we can't find anything else, but it doesn't hurt asking first

>>34209496
>Contact the Last Dinosaurs and plan together, specifically ask if they've tried to get at him before, and what he did to try and capture them
Know thy enemy...AND ally.

Looks like we're going fencing and testing the waters with the LDs and getting captured.

>>34209496
I like >>34209559, seems to make sense to me.
Also ask Toshka about her contacts.

>>34209606
I don't wanna get captured!

>>34209496
>Try to see if you can’t convince the Last Dinosaurs to use themselves as bait

Too sick to play quests. Good luck to you guys this time around though.

>>34209606
I'm really glad you're running consistently again, hope this isn't a bad time for your time-zone then since you use to run way later.

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Johnny keeps trying to insert the straw for his drink into his pilot’s mask, but his trembling hands keep causing him to miss the mark.

“Since we’re all about as trusting as we’re gonna get without a week long seminar, you know anyone who can get us a line with Floyd?”

She shrugs and nurses her synthohol mug. “Got some guys who know some guys, but I never much dealt in the niche stuff. They could probably help, but you might have ta put the squeeze on em to get em to squeal.”

That’s good to know. You can do squeezing. It’s one of the things you’re best at, even!

“And what about the Last Dinosaurs? Any chance we can just pretend to turn them in for cash?”

Toshka gets a laugh out of that one. “Good luck convincin’ King to drop his gun, even if he has another two embedded in his arm. Even if you did get him to do it, what makes ya think Floyd would handle the exchange in person? Folks like him got people whose entire job is to get people to do the things he wants done, seeing as King has only ever dealt with mercs and bounty hunters sent after him. He’ll probably just have you exchange in a neutral location and that be the end of it. Even if he didn’t, knockin’ on his front door with an army of biosaur cybercommandos ain’t exactly subtle.”

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>>34210052
She knocks back the rest of her synthohol and slams down the mug. “In order to get the attention of some corporate fatcat like that, you’re gonna have to act like you’re one of em. Doll yourself up like some kinda corporate princess with too much money to spare or one of them Central Aristocrats lookin’ to make a quick buck on yer own heritage. To do that, we’ll need bigger collateral than just a buncha rocks and pots and blankets we stole from that spider. We’re gonna need to bargain your cube away.”

Your hand instinctively goes to the pocket where you’ve been storing the cube to give it a reassuring pat.

“I don’t like it, but if it gets us in, I’m in.”

“Not gonna be enough.” Koma butts in.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Gonna hafta look the part too, cap’n.”

His words send a chill down your spine to the very tip of your tail.

“You don’t mean…”

“Gonna hafta wear a dress, cap’n.”

Even Johnny sits still in shock after hearing that one, the straw he finally slotted into place slipping out.

>Nonsense! Cernu can play the foreign emissary, you’ll just be her bodyguard or something.
>Ugh, fine, whatever. Let’s just go hit these fences of Toshka’s so you can take out your frustration on some black market shmuck.
>Are you absolutely certain King won’t go for the bounty hunter plan?
>Writein

>>34210052
We don't do subtle, Toshka.
>Are you absolutely certain King won’t go for the bounty hunter plan?
>Whine loudly in desperation

>>34210076
>Ugh, fine, whatever. Let’s just go hit these fences of Toshka’s so you can take out your frustration on some black market shmuck.

Pretend you don't want to wear a dress.
Secretly really want to wear a dress

>>34210076
>Are you sure? SURE, sure? What if I just put on the nice uniform?
>Fuck it, fine
Cernu better do the dressing, I somehow doubt Valdessa can do it properly on her own.

>>34210076
>I don't even have a dress.
Time...to shop! Recruit Cernu.
(I have no idea if we got a dress or not, still feels like a fine choice).

>>34210076
>Nonsense! Cernu can play the foreign emissary, you’ll just be her bodyguard or something.

She pulls it of way better anyway.

>>34210195
I see your point anon, but...dress...

Reluctant acceptance dress up time with lots of whining and begging for alternatives.

Writing.

>>34210243
Can we at least bring cernu in to help us pick dresses?

>>34210243
>>34210267
Definitely bring Cernu. I'm, pretty sure Valdessa would make a poor outfit on her own anyway.

>>34210231
You raise a convincing argument, I'm not at all sad it won.

>>34210267
Since you won't be doing dress up immediately in the next update, I'll let you guys vote right now
>Drag Cernu along for dressup time
>Surprise her with your outfit later

>>34210314
I say we drag her along when it's time for dressup. She's better at fashion.

AND, if we wind up looking good, we can blame it on her instead of our crew finding out the DARK SECRET that their captain likes pretty dresses.

>>34210314
>Drag Cernu along
If we're going to suffer through clothes shopping, everyone is going to suffer through clothes shopping.

>>34210314
Aaaah, that's too hard! Shit, why you make me choose?
>Surprise her with your outfit later
IF we have someone else on the ship with a modicum of taste in fashion.

>>34210314
I don't mind either way, trusting you with what'll be more adorable.

>>34210314
>Drag Cernu along for dressup time
Definitly.

What kind of dresses even fit on a Naga?

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“No. Absolutely not. Out of the question. I can just wear my current outfit.”

Roger adopts a tone not dissimilar to a father telling his daughter that it is physically impossible for her to grow up to be a bear. “Cap’n, this might be a touch obvious t’say but…ya look like a bloody pirate.”

“You don’t understand! None of you have seen Nagan high fashion! It’s all oversized headdresses, goldscale bikinis, and frilly skirts that go all the way down the tail! Can’t we just let Cernu do the dressup? Have her pretend to be some foreign emissary or something, she loves that stuff!”

“A lone hyperdryad selling rare Nagan artifacts will raise a lot more suspicions than a Naga doing it.”

“Well what about the Last Dinosaurs? Let’s revisit that plan, yeah?”

“Cap…”

You cross your arms and pout.

“Fine! But I still get to interrogate your contact.”

Unfortunately for you, Stickyfingers Mickey was more than willing to make the arrangements to get you into Floyd’s next gala at his private estate without so much as a threat of violence. He just took one look at the big angry naga glaring at him and broke down, crying and promising to do whatever you said, the big baby.

Which means there’s only one thing left to do: buy a dress. Dammit.

>See if you didn’t nab anything fancy from that archaeologist vessel
>Hit uptown for something more modern and high class
>See what the black market has to offer
>Writein

>>34210665
>See if you didn’t nab anything fancy from that archaeologist vessel
>Hit uptown for something more modern and high class
If we don't find anything in the first.

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>>34209480
So they're pic related?

>>34210665
>Hit uptown for something more modern and high class
No expenses spared. We can re-use after all.

>>34210665
I don't even know what we stole all. So check to see if we nabbed anything good.

Then, if we only have pots and shit, we are forced to go uptown.

>>34210665
>See if you didn’t nab anything fancy from that archaeologist vessel
>Hit uptown for something more modern and high class
Dress-up is my favorite activity!

>>34210706
Basically. I'm not exactly the most original person.

Amusingly enough, I wasn't even thinking about him at the time, though. I just grabbed a random picture from one of my inspirations folder and asspulled some dudes based off a song by The Pillows.

Looks like dig through artifacts and then hit uptown wins it. Writing.

>>34210762
What kinda artifacts have dresses? Well, guess we'll find out.

>>34210784
Technically, an ancient dress IS an artifact.

Cernu:
Relish GREATLY your chance to dress up the cap'n.

Attempt to use as many bows, ribbons, makeup, and outfit changes as possible during this time.

>>34210922
Depends on if her survival-instinct or her adorable-instinct wins out.

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You hit up Cernu on your commlink and tell her to meet you in uptown and to bring any clothes or jewelry you managed to nick from that ship. It just occurred to you that in all the recent confusion, you never got around to check your haul for yourself. Oh well, you’ll just have to trust Cernu’s sense of style.

The difference between the Uptown and Lowtown is more pronounced than night and day. Where everywhere you’ve been thus far has been grimy, loud, and overpopulated, Uptown is crisp, quiet, and clean. Too clean. It’s like being in a hospital. A hospital that’s been built on top of a junkyard.

You wait for Cernu at the monorail stop, fearing whatever it was she has in store for you. Much to your despair, her search was decently successful: she found a headdress consisting of large golden spines jutting out and up about a foot and a half into the air, with golden hoops, silken ribbons, and gold chains linking them all together and making the whole thing jingle with every step she takes. At least it’s lined with turquoise stones to break up some of the gaudiness. Ugh, it looks like she found some matching earrings for you, too. Broad, tacky things made up of thin, cylindrical golden “drapes” hanging from more turquoise stones, each drape capped off with another small turquoise stone.

“I believe I found something fitting of your magnificence, my captain. Unfortunately, it appears to lack a matching dress, so I will just have to find you one myself.”

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>>34211387
That sly grin on her face tells you how she really feels about this whole affair.

“Unfortunate, huh?”

She sidles up to you, forcing you to readjust how much of your tail you’re ‘standing’ on when she hooks her arm in yours. “Most unfortunate, my captain. I am now dutybound to spend these next few hours dressing and undressing you with painstaking and arduous care until we find the perfect dress to reveal to the rest of the universe your supreme excellence.”

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up little girl. I still haven’t forgiven you for the elevator incident. Or what you said over the comm.”

She reaches up and knocks off your hat, replacing it with the headdress and taking your hat for herself. “Then I suppose it is my duty to extend your list of grievances against me. Now, where to first, my captain? Or is it milady now? Perhaps mistress would be more fitting…”

Great. Why did you think this was a good idea again?

>May as well hit the glitziest, most glamorous place. You’re Captain Valdessa Atroxius, dammit, and I you’re gonna have to wear a dress, it’s gonna be the fanciest, frilliest, gaudiest dress possible! You don’t do things halfway.
>Start simple and work your way up to something showier. After all, it would be foolhardy to just rush blindly into unknown territory.
>Try to find a Naga specific store. If anyone’s going to have what you need, it’s the people who know your kind.
>Write in

>>34211406
>Start simple and work your way up to something showier. After all, it would be foolhardy to just rush blindly into unknown territory.
Sure.

>>34211406
>Try to find a Naga specific store. If anyone’s going to have what you need, it’s the people who know your kind.

>>34211406
>Try to find a Naga specific store. If anyone’s going to have what you need, it’s the people who know your kind.
Cernu is tempting fate with this mouthing-off. Or more specifically, her butt. Gotta keep the spank-hand strong.
Anyway, Naga-specific seems to make sense to me.

>>34211406
>Start simple and work your way up to something showier. After all, it would be foolhardy to just rush blindly into unknown territory.

Try to find a Naga specific store, but once there try to keep it simple.

Writing.

>>34211387
>earrings
Do we even HAVE pierced ears?
>>34211406
I honestly have no idea where best to go to find dresses. Would there even BE a naga specific store?

I suppose try the high class places. We've gotta look the part of an irresponsibly rich naga, after all.

>>34211406
Do we even like Naga fashion? If not, might as well start simple. If we do, sure, Naga store.

>>34211577
>Do we even like Naga fashion?
No. Or at least you just expressed your distaste for it up here >>34210665

>>34211630
>Goes looking for it anyway
Sasuga Valdessa!

>>34211658
Treasuh, no matter the cost!

>>34211658
What's better is we are most likely going to get into a heavy firefight in whatever poncy dress cernu eventually squeezes us into.

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You figure if you’re going to have to dress up like Nagan aristocracy, you may as well find someone who knows what they’re doing. Most Nagas tend to do their business through shell corporations and puppet-mastery, but surely enough show up in person that there’s a store or two that caters to them, right?

Sure enough, after a short trek through the fashion district, you find “The Gilded Serpent”, a small Naga centric clothing outlet wedged between two much larger buildings. Upon entering, a sleepy attendant at the front desk sporting slick skin, octopus-like eyes, and tentacles draping from her head shakes herself awake, obviously surprised at having a customer.

“Oh! Uh, welcome to the Gilded Serpent, the premium outletter for all Nagan and Lamian fashions!”

Nagan AND Lamian, huh? No wonder they don’t have many customers, since both species are no doubt boycotting the store for serving the other. That’s what you get when you try to stick your finger in too many pies. Still, you’re not that snooty yourself and having a store all to yourself might mitigate on the embarrassment. Even better, they seem to have some much more conservative clothes here, no doubt Lamian attire.

>Grab something racy, you already got the headdress after all
>Grab something conservative, though that does run the risk of people mistaking you for a Lamia
>Let Cernu decide, as mouthy as she’s been lately she knows what she’s doing
>Go somewhere else, these people clearly don’t know what they’re doing
>Writein

>>34211923
That's like space-pirate law anon.

>>34211926
>Let Cernu decide, as mouthy as she’s been lately she knows what she’s doing
Yep, it's why she's here.

>>34211926
>>Let Cernu decide, as mouthy as she’s been lately she knows what she’s doing
with a slight lean towards
>Grab something racy, you already got the headdress after all
because we ARE trying to look like a naga.

>>34211926
>Let Cernu decide, as mouthy as she’s been lately she knows what she’s doing

>Let Cernu decide, as mouthy as she’s been lately she knows what she’s doing
Just remind her the fact that you dislike Naga fashions you dislike being mistaken for a Lamia even more. You do not want to have to kill someone if it happns and ruin the op.

>>34211926
>Let Cernu decide, as mouthy as she’s been lately she knows what she’s doing
I kinda wanna go racy, but let's see what Cernu says instead.

>letting Cernu decide your fate
You dun it nao arry patter

Writing.

>>34212055
It's all in the plan, Capn. The one that ends with spankings.

>>34212055
Cernu is a best and most reliable partner who'll never steer us wrong right?

>>34212055
It's why we brought her.
Though we better wind up looking like a naga.

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“What are you waiting for, Cernu? Isn’t this what you wanted to do all day?”

She drops to one knee and bows her head deeply and with a “By your command, mistress!”, she speeds off across the store, grabbing this and that and muttering to herself as she amasses a pile of clothes draped over one arm. You can only roll your eyes at the display. That girl really does love hamming it up. To your dismay, you don’t think you see a single top that isn’t a goldscale bikini amongst her selections. When she’s done she grabs your arm and starts tugging you into the dressing room, stopping only to ask the attendant how much clothing she is allowed to bring in with her.

“They don’t pay me enough to care.” The attendant offers with a bored shrug.

That taken care of, Cernu eagerly ushers you into the thankfully expansive dressing room. It’s nice to have somewhere on this damned cramped planet scaled to your size for once. Once inside, Cernu has you face the mirror in the back of the dressing room, forcing you to stay still as she slowly undresses you from behind, her body hugging tightly against yours.

“I can get that just fine, y’know.”

She unbuttons the uppermost button on your jacket and daintily sliding her arms across your shoulders, bringing the jacket with them. While she does this, she leans up to your ear and whispers to you. “Hush, mistress, this is the job you entrusted to me, allow me to fulfill it with all my being.”

You can’t help the blackish blush that rises to your cheeks at her touch and her words, especially now that she has gotten to work on your chest wraps, the slow but insistent tug of each layer slowly being pulled away exhilarating in ways you’re not used to.

“Just get on with it, you melodramatic shrub.”

She hugs your bared chest tightly and kisses your neck. “I am eternally honored by your trust in me, mistress.”

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>>34212787
Cernu’s redressing of you is surprisingly fast, with her fussing over this and that, readjusting a certain goldscale bikini a dozen times before tossing it in a heap with the other rejects. At one point she actually puts a more normal tube top on you, but it lasts for all of five seconds before it comes back off. The bottoms are not much better. They all seem to be variations on roughly the same theme: a gold plated front with a frilly back end that trails all the way down the tail

By the end of it, you find yourself wearing a standard goldscale bikini locked in place with a turquoise stone at the center of your chest and a skirt that drapes daintily over the first few feet of your tail before shifting to two ruffles of blue silk that meet at the tip of your tail. You can’t stop fretting over yourself in the mirror, feeling oddly more naked than the times you’ve actually been naked in public (which, if you’re honest with yourself, is much more often than it really ought to be), trying to use your arms to cover up your bared midriff, only to bring attention to the scars that decorate that bared flesh instead. That said, you have to say that all this gold actually complements your tanned skin and black scales rather well.

Yet Cernu keeps frowning.

“Something wrong there, Cerns? I think you did a good job with what you got.”

“It’s all last year’s fashion.” Her grimace deepens. “At the latest.”

>”Well, we can always try somewhere trendier.”
>”I think it looks just fine.”
>”Wait, you know Nagan fashion trends?”
>Writein

>>34212808
>”Wait, you know Nagan fashion trends?”

>>34212808
>”Wait, you know Nagan fashion trends?”

>>34212808
>”Wait, you know Nagan fashion trends?”
>”Well, we can always try somewhere trendier.”
>trend trend trend
It's like I'm on twitter!

>>34212829
>>34212844
maybe after we're done being surprised, we can buy whatever is most up-to-date in our outfit, put the rest back, and head for a more modern place.
Making a disguise check is haaard

>>34212808
>”Wait, you know Nagan fashion trends?”
>”Well, we can always try somewhere trendier.”

>>34212886
There's a reason we don't like dealing with girly fashions.
We may secretly like looking pretty though

>>34212808
>”Well, we can always try somewhere trendier.”
Sure.

Well fine we'll just go somewhere else - wait what?

Writing.

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“I think you did just fine, but if it bugs you that damn much we’ll just – wait a minute, you know Nagan fashion?”

It’s Cernu’s turn to blush, her whole face turning a deep shade of green.

“I have a large amount of free time on the ship and I always dreamt of one day…you know…th you…” She trails off inaudibly at the end.

“You’re going to have to speak up, Cernfern.”

Teasing her with that pet name has the desired effect of making her blush even deeper and bury her head into the nape of your neck.

“A ball. I want to go to a ball with you. I know you dislike fancy things and elegant clothes and high society, but I always wanted to do this. As unreal as my fantasy was, I knew I would likely only get one chance at it if that with you, so I made sure that I was always on top of the latest Nagan fashions so that such a chance would not be wasted.”

You can’t help but smile at her confession. Underneath all that teasing and all your games with each other, she really is a delicate girl. You twist yourself around to face her and tug her chin up until you’re staring into one another’s eyes.

“If it meant that much to you, all you had to do was ask. I don’t mind finding somewhere fancier for you to dress me up all frilly if that’s what you really want.”

She smiles and nods weakly, gathering your things and organizing the discarded clothes.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, Cernfern?” She looks up at you in confusion. “You have to ask, dear.”

Maybe buy that goldscale top anyway.
For personal reasons.
Don't let anyone see.

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>>34213507
Her blush comes back in full force and she looks at the ground and plays with her hands nervously. “Val…may I…well…”

“May you what? Use your words, Cernu.”

“I wish to dress to dress you up in the most extravagant clothes this world has to offer! I wish to find clothes that look as cute, beautiful, elegant and powerful all at the same time as you do! I want…I want to show the whole multigalactic sprawl the Empress I see whenever I look at you!” She blurts all at once.

Quite loudly, too. There’s no way the attendant didn’t hear that one. You’re not exactly sure how to handle that confession.

>I, uh…wow. Not really much you can say to that.
>Just hug the poor, embarrassed little shrub and agree to do whatever she wants today
>Maximum teasing time
>Writein

>>34213527
>Just hug the poor, embarrassed little shrub and agree to do whatever she wants today

>>34213527
>Just hug the poor, embarrassed little shrub and agree to do whatever she wants today
And a little bit of teasing.

>>34213527
>>Just hug the poor, embarrassed little shrub and agree to do whatever she wants today
Also be slightly more quiet. Now we have to give back the clothes and sneak out without the attendant seeing us or I might die of embarrassment.

Which is rare for me.

>>34213527
>I, uh…wow. Not really much you can say to that.
>Just hug the poor, embarrassed little shrub and agree to do whatever she wants today
How cute.

>>34213527
>Maximum teasing time
I certainly can't resist.

>>34213527
>Just hug the poor, embarrassed little shrub and agree to do whatever she wants today

Hugs, affection, and just a pinch of teasing.

Writing.

>>34213650
Maybe some teasing, yeah.
Though keep it down. We don't need to make things even more awkward with that attendant.

>>34213683
The attendant can take it! And it's not like they're gonna throw out a rare potential customer.

>>34213694
More likely isn't going to make trouble with a Naga.

>>34213694
>potential customer
I may want to still buy some parts of this outfit for our personal stash.

>>34213694
It's not whether or not he can take it, it's whether or not we can deal with the hyper-embarrassment that is produced by the awkwardness.

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You can’t help but hold your Cernu tight when she is all distraught like this. She’s yours and yours alone to do this to as you are hers and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You set your hat on a nearby hook and run a hand through her vines.

“Hey, hey, it’s fine, Cernu, it’s fine. You should know you can trust me with anything. I’m all yours to dress up however you want, okay?”

She nods into your bosom, say nothing but making the bikini jingle with the movement. Maybe you’re a bad person, but seeing her like this you can’t help but tease her just a little further. You give her backside a quick little pinch and grab her chin when she yelps and looks up at you.

“So how long have you had this little…fantasy of yours, hmm?”

She blushes and tries to look away, but your hand on her chin holds her right where she is.

“Remember our first raid? The cruise ship?”

“Of course. We still have matching robes from that haul.”

“When we were looting the decks, we passed by the ballroom and as it happens they were in the middle of some sort of event when we attacked. I saw all those people, dressed so finely and showing off their loved ones to the world. I wanted that to be me.”

“Aww, Cernfern, if you wanted me to show you off, all you had to do was ask.”

She shakes her head as well as she can in your grasp and gives you a determined stare.

“No. I want to show YOU off. I want you to be the precious jewel that I and only I allow the universe to gaze at. Just this once.”

Oh. Well. Hmm. That’s…something alright. Still, you can’t help but smile at that mix of hardened determination and vulnerable timidity in those wavering, amber-gold eyes of hers. You slide your hand from her chin to her head (making sure to give that sweet spot just above her ear a stroke as you go) and give her head a few reassuring pats.

>>34214413
2sweet4me

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>>34214413
“How can I say no to that face? Let’s go dress me up, then.”

She grabs your arm when you go to grab your coat.

“I do have…one more request.”

“Oh?”

“Can you…can you wear that? Outside the store? It may not be perfect, but…” You notice her biting her lip as her eyes wander over your body. You shake your head and chuckle at her obvious motives.

“I hope you realize this is going on the list.”

“Worth it!” She chirps cheerily and gathers your things.

The attendant winks at you and salutes with a hair-tentacle in what she must think is a subtle fashion at you during check out, making your cheeks burn while she puts your old clothes into a bag that Cernu demands she carry. Before you can follow your plantservant, you hear the attendant loudly whisper “Don’t worry, I’m a nyohogger too!”

You get out of there as quick as you can and catch up to Cernu, who has already found her target: a gleaming, pristine store called “As Seen On The Web”. Despite the cringeworthy name, even you know how famous it is for its beautiful clothes handcrafted by Arkanids.

Cernu opens the door and dutifully awaits your entrance before you’re stopped by some fussy human in a tuxedo.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” He shrieks “Don’t you know this store only serves premium clientele?! Not just any filthy peasant from the street can be allowed entrance, else we’d lose all credibility.”

>Let Cernu handle it. This was her idea, after all.
>Time to show this human why it’s a bad idea to call a Naga a peasant
>Oh well, your current outfit will have to do.
>Writein.

>>34214461
>Let Cernu handle it. This was her idea, after all.
Mostly because I'm amused at the thought of how she'll react to Valdessa being called a filthy peasant after her earlier fantasies. RIP tux-man.

>>34214461
>Let Cernu handle it. This was her idea, after all.

>>34214461
>Time to show this human why it’s a bad idea to call a Naga a peasant

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>>34214461
>Time to show this human why it’s a bad idea to call a Naga a peasant
Uh-oh.

>>34214461
>Let Cernu handle it. This was her idea, after all.
If she doesn't do so well we can step in.

Today is Cernu's day, taking control of the situation away from her would be rude.

Writing.

>>34214461
Allow cernu to handle it, but make threatening naga gestures non-vocally behind her when she isn't looking.

>>34214684
>>34214672
I'm always just a little late with my inputs.

>>34214961
You can be sloth-anon.

>>34214985
Dang.
Oh well, maybe we'll do intimidating gestures behind cernu's back anyway, if it looks like she's going to be turned away.

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Cernu immediately drops to her knees and starts wailing while desperately kissing your arm.

“Please, mistress, please! He is not worth it! The cost of replacing your sullied clothes would be more than his pitiful life! Spare this ignorant trash! He is so worthless he does not even recognize your eminence!”

By now, her hysterical cries have gotten the attention of every patron in the store and set Tuxfusser sweating profusely, made even worse once Cernu glares daggers at him.

“Do you not realize the depths of your heresy! My mistress has spent several years abroad taming the ragged edges of space by her own hand when she can decimate entire systems with but a whim! And now, in her time of need she has entered this, this -shack- in order to update her wardrobe and you DARE try to turn her away?! Do you wish to see this whole world – nay, this whole District – burn for your idiocy?!”

“N-no! Of course not! R-Right this way Miss…er, uh…Madam, j-just follow me and we can have you fitted!” He holds out his hand to direct you towards the Nagan wing of the store, only to get smacked by Cernu. And judging by the crack that echoed through the store and the way Tux fell flat on his ass, she held nothing back.

“You DARE think yourself worthy to lay your hand on my mistress! You are less than dirt! You are filth’s filth! You are the scum that even vermin are sickened by! I will not allow you to even think about sullying the perfection that deigned to grace the lives of everyone in your pathetic bargain bin bungalow today! She could buy your entire corporation, just to crash it into the ground watch you squirm and be utterly justified for the insult you just dealt her! Before she kills you and everyone you know for the affront of all things good that is your continued existence, of course!”

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>>34215397
Tux sits frozen in shock as Cernu resumes her wailing and prostrating before you, begging your forgiveness and kissing your hand once again. Before too long, a husky Pylarian in a white tuxedo identifies himself as the shift manager drops to one knee before you.

“Please accept my most heartfelt apologies, most esteemed Madame! You know that the ignorance of humans is only rivaled by the wealth of your own kind! I humbly beg you on behalf of our manager to take whatever filthy rags we house that meet even half of your standards, free of charge!”

“The arrogance!” Cernu shrieks, somehow even louder than before. “You think yourself high enough to bargain for my mistress’s mercy?! You would come to her with knee raised as if you are worthy of being her servant?! She will take as she pleases and you will lie upon the floor as a begging worm and thank her for her generosity as she leaves! Until then, my mistress is to remain undisturbed!”

“O-of course!” He falls flat on the floor, arms outstretched in your direction, but not enough to be accused of daring to touch you. He notices Tux is still dazed and slaps him across the head until he does the same.

As you and Cernu pass by him, he dares to make eye contact with you, to which you just close your eyes and shake your head once. You can hear him beating and scolding Tux as you head off to the Nagan wing, Cernu already eagerly grabbing clothes with twice the vigor as before.

It’s all you can do to hold your laughter in until the dressing room.

END OF THREAD TEN

>>34215397
Is it getting hot in here or?

>>34215397
Woah cernu
You're really into this whole "nobility" thing.
>>34215429
Aw, thread over. See you next time, then!

Where we will get dressed up yet again, in even more ludicrous clothes.

That's all for today!

Sorry for the kind of short thread, but this felt like a good place to end it. Next thread will likely be Tuesday and the beginning of the heist proper. I didn't mean to play dress up for the entire thread, but you guys seemed to enjoy it, so I hope it wasn't an entire waste.

You will have to wait until Tuesday to see what Cernu bought you, though.

>>34215429
Thanks for running! This one was a lot of fun. Looking forward to putting our plans into action as well.

>>34215472
Eh, I didn't mean to do dressup either, but getting a disguise check right is hard.
And important, because if he sees through the disguise he won't even show up. And then we'll NEVER get our precious loot.

>>34215472
It didn't feel that short, a bit more activity this time perhaps. Looking forward to it!

>>34215429
Cernu is the best.

>>34215472
Thanks for running.

And man must Naga have a rep in the galaxy ...

>>34215530
Yeah, they've got a bit of a rep. And are apparently filthy rich.
Don't know how that happened.

>>34215530
They were a multigalactic superpower twice over and even to this day the center of the Sprawl is based roughly around their homeworld.

They're also known for being kind of dicks to everyone else because of this.

On top of this, you're still in the galactic boondocks, so to speak, meaning the capabilities and wrath of the Central Aristocracy is even more exaggerated thanks to rumor and heresay.

>>34215600
Archive when?
I gotta vote before sleep man!

>>34215600
Still don't know how they became multigalactic superpowers, but I suppose it would be a long boring history lesson to find out.

And archived!
>>34215674
Now.

>>34215691
They had a headstart by being older than everyone else, and being hyper-aggressive.


I wonder, were we ever told why Valdessa wasn't welcome among her own kind ? I imagine its not the pirate thing.

>>34215600
When will we get to see the center of the civilized universe?

>>34215727
We're secretly actually a princess who quit the life because she didn't want to have to be poncy and aristocratic

>>34215761
Sounds romantic.

>>34215691
Partly because the managed to work out space travel around the same time they discovered gunpowder thanks to a juvenile starserpent making it's home upon their moon and them subsequently slaying it and using its skin to shield themselves as they invaded their sister moon populated by lamias.

Partly because they are hyper-aggressive assholes with long lifespans and no sense of right and wrong.
>>34215727
Orphan. Skin, hair, and scale color suggests her parents were of mixed race/clan, but that doesn't matter too much these days, so it's probably not the reason she was abandoned.

However, Nagas are hardy peoples, so Valdessa managed to survive even though she was abandoned at birth. In fact, in olden times Nagas used to abandon their young soon after hatching in order to allow them to grow strong and would only accept them as worth raising if they lived to be three years old on their own. Some still do.
>>34215730
I'm not sure if we ever will.

You will get your fair share of high society, though.

>>34215853
Poor lamias. They seem to get the shit end of the stick.

>>34215966
Pretty much.

If it makes you feel better, they're not much better. They consider themselves the moral authority of the galaxy and believe anyone who disagrees with them just doesn't "get it" and don't mind doing sketchy and torturous things behind the scenes in order to convert others to their obviously correct way of thinking.

So basically it's hyper-aggressive, murderhobo dickbags vs. patronizing, inquisitional douchecunts.

Some blame their long life for their various dysfunctions, some claim the sun was a little screwy in their home system or that maybe the gas giant they orbited had something to do with it, some hypothesize that it has to do with having such weird and seemingly impossible biology.

>>34215429
Completely unrelated, but we should get ourselves a nice bucket of fish at some point.
Would probably be tasty.

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>>34216808
Just don't let Lyka near it.

There are fish in the Green Room and Lyka often goes fishing there when you're not around.

>>34215471
>You're really into this whole "nobility" thing.
No, it's just the pirate spirit. Why pay for shit when you can mindfuck them into giving it to you!

>>34216939
I sort of think it's more that she's into it than piratical spirit. Interperetations vary.
>>34216887
I'm sure we can share. Or get a second bucket.

Maybe not on this planet though.
We'd probably get a bucket of fucking cyber-fish all half filed with bionics and lasers. Which is not tasty.

>>34216995
I've heard that for a backwater Earth has an amazing variety of fish.

>>34217024
Our next vacation will be a big fishing trip on some backwater.

>>34217024
Pretty sure Capn implied Earth was ka-bloom a few posts up.

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>>34217114
If it even exists

For all you know, that was Dinosaur Planet

What's the physical difference between lamias and nagas? They're both snakepeeps, right?

>>34218094
It basically boils down to Nagas have fangs and Lamias don't.