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Hammond Heavy Industries: a megacorporation famous for its talent at fusing cutting edge technologies with raw bestial savagery to create a new breed of weaponry. The Biosaur Commando was meant to be their latest marvel in cloning and biomechanical implantation, a cybercommando that was born with all the skills it would need and a cunning animal instinct sharpened on a long dead planet of monsters, but the first generation of biosaurs escaped after they discovered they were to be dissolved down into their base components and recycled into the mass production model. Rumors say there was a second project that broke out of the unnamed R&D lab along with the biosaurs, but Hammond Heavy Industries refuses to comment on the affair.
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Right now, though, you have a much more pressing concern. For you are Captain Valdessa Atroxius, leader of the cutthroat space pirate crew of the Sol Regret, and right now you are forced to wear a dress.

It’s a rather stunning dress, mind you, if a little hard to move with the way the traditional Nagan goldscale bikini is hooked to the front of your similarly golden choker with a large turquoise stone set right in the middle. Even worse is the silk string that runs along your sides, highlighting that dual trail of scales that you’ve always been embarrassed about until it meets back up with your skirt that drapes all the way down your tail and seems to consist entirely of bright feathers and ruffles. Sky blue facepaint covers both the top of your eyes in a wide arch that extends into a horizontal line out to your temples as well as in a thick rectangle just under your eyes.

All this combined with the ancient Nagan headdress you scavenged from your last proper pirate raid (updated with a few feathers between the massive golden spines) make you quite the sight, though you can’t help but feel more than a little uncomfortable in such girly clothing. Even the promise of Scaly Dan’s treasure might not have been enough to convince you to go this far in order to infiltrate the ball where an infamous artifact collector is holding the relic you need to find the next part of your treasure map, but Cernu’s beaming face sealed the deal. You tried to protest with the earrings – large, blocky, golden things that were draped again from a turquoise stone – but Cernu applied some sort of numbing sap to your ears and before you knew it your ears had gotten a lot heavier.
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>>34278015
Now all that remained is making your entrance and finally meeting this Floyd Stryx so Toshka and her Last Dinosaur friends can raid his joint while you pretend to be the social elite. When you get there, that is. But then, how exactly should you sell the whole Nagan Noble act?

>Be friendly and outgoing while offering plenty of backhanded compliments. It’s so nice to slum it up with the rubes on occasion.
>Be cold and imperious, letting Cernu do the talking for you. They may be wealthy and famous, but they are nothing compared to you.
>Refuse to enter until greeted by the head of the house personally. Anything less would be an insult to your honor and status.
>Writein
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>>34277992
Awww yisss, back already!
>>34278031
>Be cold and imperious, letting Cernu do the talking for you. They may be wealthy and famous, but they are nothing compared to you.
Not too abrasive though, just passive and stuck-up. Gotta be realistic.
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Sorry for the late start, my computer was acting up.
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>>34278031
>Refuse to enter until greeted by the head of the house personally. Anything less would be an insult to your honor and status.
Heheheh
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>>34278031
>Be cold and imperious, letting Cernu do the talking for you. They may be wealthy and famous, but they are nothing compared to you.
The latter seems a bit excessive, but we can ask Cernu for her thoughts I guess.
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Cold and imperious it is

Writing
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>>34278210
Aww, I wanted to be maximum arrogant.
Oh well, we can work with this.
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>>34278031
So what kinda outfit are we supposed to be wearing? Any reference? Close to the one in your post, or more like belly-dancer, or?
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>>34278031
>>Be cold and imperious, letting Cernu do the talking for you. They may be wealthy and famous, but they are nothing compared to you.
>>Refuse to enter until greeted by the head of the house personally. Anything less would be an insult to your honor and status.
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>>34278265
Something like >>34278031 but with a bigger headdress mixed with pic related for the skirt and generic Aztec sensibilities. And a pinch of Egyptian in the eyeliner, too.

Basically just gaudy as all hell.
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>>34278322
Alright, got a decent picture then. Gaudy is fun!
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> Diarca is back
> SPNQ is on

Such a glorious evening.

>>34278356
Yea. I hope we know a bit of earth customs.
We gunna make Cernu into a christmas tree in revenge.
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>>34278425
>tripfagging
hexer being a colossal faggot as usual
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>>34278425
Is Diarca running tonight or just general comment on their returning-ness.
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>>34278448
> being a whiny little bitch
>>34278425
Earth is kill.
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>>34278425
>trip
Why?
>>34278031
>Be cold and imperious, letting Cernu do the talking for you. They may be wealthy and famous, but they are nothing compared to you.
>Refuse to enter until greeted by the head of the house personally. Anything less would be an insult to your honor and status.
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>>34278425
I'm really looking forward to playing dress-up with Cernu some time in the future, yeah.
Alternatively I'm still on board with the spanking punishment.
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>>34278485
See
>>34278210
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>>34278498
Just got here, my bad must've missed it.
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>>34278487
> spoiler
Have you ever tried to spank a tree?

>>34278485
Extension derp.

>>34278458
General comment, I don't think he'll have his shit sorted out soon enough for a thread this week.
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>>34278580
>Have you ever tried to spank a tree?
She's a plant not a tree! It'll be fiiiine.
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God it's hard to drag myself awake some days.

So we're straight off to the ball? Are the dinosaurs waiting in reserve to bust open the windows if things go south?
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You almost didn’t believe it at first when you got the coordinates for the party. Skyscrapers you’ve seen before. Even skyscrapers built on top of other skyscrapers. But a skyscraper built on the sky itself? That one was news to you. Though it does make its own sort of sense, if you had the cash to escape the smog and the crime that dominated the city-planet below you, why wouldn’t you? Thankfully, the tracker hidden in your choker will allow Toshka to find you no matter where you are.

You take a deep breath to try and calm your nerves before heading out of the shuttle you rode all the way up here. Why were you so nervous anyways? It’s not rich people particularly scare you, seeing as you love to rob them and all. It probably had something to do with the smartly dressed hyperdryad gallantly leading you to the gala. She was wearing something between a butler’s tuxedo and an officer’s dress jacket, all in subdued black and white in order to ensure all eyes were on you. This was probably the most you’ve ever seen her wear too, seeing as she is photosynthetic and all. She’s even got gloves on for the first time in her life, as well as one of those fancy shoulder capes that seem to be all the rage in certain militaries these days.

Still, you’re here to (pretend to) cut a deal with a rich man, so you stop your daydreaming about how fine Cernu looks in those pants and make your way to the entrance where an attentive attendant is ready to check you in.
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“Good evening madam, I hope you enjoy tonight’s festivities! However, we will have to ask you to leave all weapons and explosives here at checkout with us. All items left with us will be returned upon leaving, thank you!”

You make sure never to look directly at the attendant, instead inspecting your nails (painted for the first time in your life) and glancing sidelong at Cernu.

“It’s talking at me, Leeves.” You say in a bored tone, using the fake name you established ahead of time. Cernu bows deeply by the waist and stays in this position as she responds.

“My apologies, Lady Scalessa. I shall deal with this nuisance forthwith, you go on ahead and enjoy your party.”

“I have already had my mudbath this week, but I shall try.” You mutter just loud enough for those around you to hear as you leave the hallway into the ballroom proper.

A grand sight unfolds before you: fancy dishes full of food you probably couldn’t even pronounce, fountains for wine, chocolate, and any other liquid delicacy you could think of, live music, a neverending snack bar, you name it. And to top it all off, the whole place is littered with priceless artifacts from all sorts of civilizations, living and dead. You even spy the missing head of the Statue of Commerce, an old Pylarian monument that has been lost to the ages.

Now that you’re here, what will you do?

>Mingle in that rudely dismissive way that only Nagans can do.
>Try to find the guy with the most people fawning over him. That ought to be Floyd.
>Fuck the mission, snack bar time. He’ll come to you when he’s good and ready.
>Writein
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>Mingle in that rudely dismissive way that only Nagans can do.
Might as well play the part a little longer.
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>>34278792
>Are the dinosaurs waiting in reserve to bust open the windows if things go south?
That's the basic shadowrun tactic.

>>34278725
Okay. Still CHRISTMAS TREE. WITH ELECTRICAL LIGHTS THAT BLINK.

>>34278860
>>Mingle in that rudely dismissive way that only Nagans can do.
BLUFF HARD.
> Leeves
Srnk.
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>>34278860
>Mingle in that rudely dismissive way that only Nagans can do.
>Try to find the guy with the most people fawning over him. That ought to be Floyd.

Lets see how deep it runs.
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>>34278860
>Leeves
Capn...

>Mingle in that rudely dismissive way that only Nagans can do.
We can have fun insulting people snidely.
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>>34278860
Mentally bookmark that snack bar. We will be by later. Several times. In fact, every time there is a break in the schmoozing.

For now, let's go EYE ALL THE PRECIOUS ARTIFACTS.
IS ONE OF OUR KEYS HERE

If not, then go find floyd. Because fuck.
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>>34278860
>Mingle in that rudely dismissive way that only Nagans can do.
But take plenty of snack-breaks.
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Mingling your way to Floyd with a heaping helping of snacks along the way.

Writing.
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>>34279092
I thought we were just mingling in general.
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You silently curse the fact that had this been any other place or time, you’d prove to everyone that no snack bar is neverending when faced against you, but you have to maintain that damned poise and air that you’ve cultivated and restrain yourself. Thankfully, Cernu shows back up and alleviates some of the pain by relieving a nearby waiter of his platter so that she can pile on the food and follow you around as you aimlessly wander.

You eventually find a large gathering of people surrounding the head of the Statue of Commerce, pretending to be interested in it and faking laughs at what must be some truly terrible jokes. Unfortunately, you cannot see the man that has their attention for the throng of weirdly shaped aliens in front of you, and you know that barging through or extending yourself to get a look at him would look incredibly desperate, so instead you just mingle with some outliers.

“My, I never thought I’d see a Naga at one of these soirees!” An overdressed arthropodal creature exclaims a little too excitedly, pressing her hand to her chest with an obnoxious clack. “I can’t imagine what would bring one of your stature all the way down here.”

“Some of our kind do enjoy more…rustic accommodations on occasion. I must say that these backwater hoedowns of yours do have a certain uncouth charm to them.” You agree while looking down at her.
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“I…see.” Her mouthparts flicker a bit in frustration, obviously wanting to talk back to you but obviously afraid to. “I’m afraid I haven’t gotten your name. I am Ancera Brachira, CEO and founder of Brachira Technologies, and you would be…?”

“Not caring about scavengers that think themselves my equal.” You retort. “If I wanted to know about the daily struggles of peasants, I would tell my servant to tell her servants to ask their slaves about their day. If you have nothing worthwhile to say to me, perhaps you can instead amuse with some sort of hillbilly jig that is no doubt considered high society dancing around here.”

Your new friend scuttles off nervously with a “Well I never!”, but before you restock on snacks you hear an enthusiastic voice shout your ‘name’ from behind.

“Lady Scalessa! I’m so glad you could make it! It’s so very rare to have a true patron of the arts in my gallery!”

>”Art? I suppose scavenged pisspots from long dead fools are art to someone.”
>”It is equally rare to find someone who appreciates Nagan culture this far out from Central.”
>”Let’s cut to the chase, Stryx, you and I have a deal to make.”
>Writein
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>>34279778
>”Art? I suppose scavenged pisspots from long dead fools are art to someone.”
Not too sure about this one but here goes.
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>>34279778
I have no idea how thick to lay it on. Being a proper naga is tough.
Maybe let's just
>”Let’s cut to the chase, Stryx, you and I have a deal to make.”
I have no great desire to be here making fun of nobles for long.
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>>34279778
>”Art? I suppose scavenged pisspots from long dead fools are art to someone.”
>”It is equally rare to find someone who appreciates Nagan culture this far out from Central.”
Of course only the Naga artifacts here are worth anything, and he at least posses if nothing else, the humble understanding to know his better when he sees it.
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>>34279778
>”Art? I suppose scavenged pisspots from long dead fools are art to someone.”
>”Let’s cut to the chase, Stryx, you and I have a deal to make.”
Sounds like our kind of approach.
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>>34279778
>”It is equally rare to find someone who appreciates Nagan culture this far out from Central.”
Graciously give him his due.

>”Art? I suppose scavenged pisspots from long dead fools are art to someone.”
Belittle everyone else.
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Mock some relics, make some deals.

Writing.
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>>34280020
That's just how we roll.
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You turn to face him slowly, lazily, as if he isn’t worth your time. Floyd would probably intimidate most others, with his broad frame and muscled body barely contained by his plain business suit. His disarming grin and aloof posture only serve to put you more on guard. This is a man who thinks nothing can harm him from within his sanctum and his relaxation shows it.

”Art? I suppose scavenged pisspots from long dead fools are art to someone.”

He laughs at your remark, though you can’t tell whether it was genuine or just a formality. “Then it appears I was ripped off. I was told they were burial urns!”

“Even still, those pisspots are the highlight of your gallery. It is almost shameful to see them showcased alongside such primitive cave doodles. I am beginning to wonder if my addition will be respected here.”

“Ever the keen eye, you Nagas, and yet straight to the point. This is merely my public gallery, I keep the truly good stuff locked away for my own personal pleasure. Perhaps you would like to see some of it? It would be rather rude to bore my guests with business talk, you see.”

>Go with him
>Refuse. If he wants to cut a deal he can do where everyone can see.
>Check up with the infiltration team before making a decision
>Writein
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>Go with him
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>>34280275
>>Go with him
I am going to assume the dinosaurs are doing everything perfect and haven't gotten caught up in a massive running firefight between several cars at high speeds.
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>>34280275
>Go with him
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>>34280275
>Go with him
We ain't scared of no ghosts. Or businessmen.
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>>34280275
>Check up with the infiltration team before making a decision
Please anons, caution.
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"I ain't afraid your goddamn parlor, nigga" said the fly to the spider.

Writing.
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>>34280515
Later, the fly set the spider's parlor on fire and had a drunken party in his kitchen
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>>34280515
Gotta turn in, so thanks for the thread!
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You give the slightest of nods before following him, remaining as detached as you possibly can.

“But of course. Such delicate matters are best discussed behind closed doors. Come, Leeves.”

Having commandeered someone else’s dinner for your own platter, Cernu trots behind you dutifully, still balancing everything in one hand while the two of you head down a wide corridor detached from the ballroom. Along each side the walls are covered from floor to ceiling in Nagan artifacts sealed in their displays. Weapons, armors, stone tablets, tapestries, parts of ancient ships, even a mummified corpse. You’d be stunned if you weren’t so busy pretending to be disinterested.

“As you can see, I am very interested in old Nagan culture. Some might even say obsessed. I find your capacity for conquering…most fascinating. To this day all governments of all species are expanding their borders, only to find themselves on yet another planet that was once ruled by your kind. To have so much power across so much space and then to lose it not once, but twice….well, it’s a most intriguing story I hope to one day piece together more of.”

You wave a hand dismissively.

“All junk belonging to fools who could not even cultivate their own legacy. The only story worth telling is that of the survivors. The victors of history. The Central Aristocracy.”

“A rather Nagan way at looking at the world, I must say. Perhaps that is why you are selling me such a find as Dantisso’s treasure map?”

With a snap of your fingers, Cernu reveals the cube, still balancing the quickly diminishing food platter in one hand.
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“caerDantes was a fool who squandered his father’s name robbing other fools instead of securing a place for himself after the collapse as my own family did. What good is wealth if you have no successor to secure or die before you can spend it. What you want with such a thing is beyond me.”

It hurt you to say those things about your childhood idol, but it was necessary to get closer to Floyd. You’ll just have to rob him twice as hard to make up for it.

“I must confess I am a touch enamored with the man. In fact, I even have another portion of his map in my office. Just right through this door Lady Scalessa and we can begin.”

Finally! You slither through the door behind him the corridor ends at, eager to scam this sucker and steal his reconfiguration chip.

Only to find yourself in a bare room coated with steel. With the door sealed behind you. And Floyd already at the other end.

“I must apologize, but I appear to have deceived you. In all fairness, you were trying to do the same to me, Miss Atroxius.”

Oh borosdammit he knew from the start. The steel wall behind him opens up into an elevator, two figures already inside.

“You see, when I procured this chip from its previous owner, they warned me about you and your little pirate’s quest. Besides, I don’t deal with people with such abysmally low credit.”

What is he talking about? He can’t mean…

“Time for round two, scaletits!”

Oh great. It’s the Auditor and the Repossessor. Again. Just what you needed.

>They say revenge is a dish best served cold. Be a dear and serve them up a whole platter of it.
>Uh, Toshka? Any help?
>She was easy enough the first time, just bum rush the broad.
>Writein
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>>34281310
>They say revenge is a dish best served cold. Be a dear and serve them up a whole platter of it.
Sure!
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>>34281310
>They say revenge is a dish best served cold. Be a dear and serve them up a whole platter of it.
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We shoulda raided the buffet table after all damnit.

What a waste.
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>>34281310
>She was easy enough the first time, just bum rush the broad.
So was there any way for our plan to work or did we waste a thread and a half on this?
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>>34281427
Just because he knows who you are doesn't mean he knows what you're capable of
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>>34281310
>They say revenge is a dish best served cold. Be a dear and serve them up a whole platter of it.
>Uh, Toshka? Any help?
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>>34281457
Sure but the subterfuge was still wasted. We could have skipped the dinos and the dressup completely and just walzed in.
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The plate is mightier than the sword.

Writing.
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>>34281310
>>Uh, Toshka? Any help?
Sigh deeply, hold up a finger, see if comms work and inform your subordinates you've been rumbled.
Apologize, you know, pre-fight obligations and all.
Then

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
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>>34281485
Then we wouldn't have gotten him into an isolated room with us.
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>>34281310
>They say revenge is a dish best served cold. Be a dear and serve them up a whole platter of it.
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>>34281485
Never would have learned about Cernu's 'fetish'. Plus we got to insult rich people.
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>>34281568
>>34281485
well, we got to scope out the ball room for good(ish) theftables at least.
Let's steal his public collection in order to be able to tell ourselves it was for a reason.
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Before you can even order her to, Cernu flings the platter with surprising speed and accuracy, hitting Repo square between the eyes. The clang of metal plate on metal skull resounds through the room, followed by a variety of curses from the cyborg hitman as she writhes on the floor clutching her head. You use the time this buys you to update your infiltration team.

“Bad news, Toshka, Floyd is onto us! He knew from the start!”

“Acknowledged, we can bump our timetable up a bit.” She responds in an oddly professional tone. “Security cameras and drones have been disabled, but the comms jamming team met resistance. We can send a team up for assistance soon. Hold tight until then.”

“Easier said than done. And send a team to rob the fuck out those rich stooges in the ballroom. And the snack table. I want that damn snack table.”

Without waiting for her to respond, you return to the task at hand, seeing as Repo is already recovering from Cernu’s throw.

“Where the hell did ya get an arm like that, leafbitch?”

“It would be wise not to underestimate a foliate. We are trees, after all.”

“Then I’ll just hafta cut ya down like one!”

Repo launches several bladed fingers at Cernu and while she handily dodges them, you notice they embed themselves into the wall, tougher than even the steel you’re trapped in.

>See if you can’t trick her into cutting an opening for you
>Enough playing around, that bitch just insulted and threatened your girl! Time to cut in this little dance
>See if Cernu has any other tricks up her fancy little sleeves.
>Writein.
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>>34281938
>Enough playing around, that bitch just insulted and threatened your girl! Time to cut in this little dance
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>>34281938
>Enough playing around, that bitch just insulted and threatened your girl! Time to cut in this little dance
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>>34281938
>Trick her into making you a way out.
Then,
>Enough playing around.
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>>34281938
>Trick her into making you a way out.
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>>34281938
>>See if you can’t trick her into cutting an opening for you
>>Enough playing around, that bitch just insulted and threatened your girl! Time to cut in this little dance
Is there any way we can do both of these?
I mean, trick her into it our simply swing her at the wall with such force it's cut. Whichever winds up happening.

Also we gotta protect our tree, you know?
Mad cernu points for being all fierce wearing these clothes
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Fight her while fooling her.

Writing.
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You really want to slither over there as fast as you can and beat her senseless with your bare hands for what she said and tried to do to Cernu, but you manage to keep your cool and position yourself by the sealed door instead.

“Aren’t you supposed to be after me, pointy? You’re not very good at doing your job, are you?”

She pauses in her tracks and glares at you. “I don’t hafta take that from you! I had a 100% success rate until you showed up! And I’m gonna have it again once I skin you alive! We even got ourselves specially upgraded just for your scaly ass! Antivenom nanobots, reinforced bones, molecular cleavers, we got it all, baby!”

“Shame they couldn’t do anything about the brains.”

Her smug grin flips into a scowl and she rushes you, but you just bob and weave around those deadly claws of hers and guiding them to the door behind you instead. You brave a glance over at Cernu to find her in a standoff of sorts with the Auditor, the latter wielding a gun of unknown design and the former wielding her trusty platter. Before anything can happen, Repo regains your full attention by trying to take your face off with a bladed elbow.

“Just stay still so I can carve you and that stupid dress to pieces, dammit! I’d be doing you a favor with that atrocious getup!”
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You maneuver yourself behind her and try to rip her arm out of its socket to finish off the last section of the steel plating covering the door, but true to her word it’s too tough for you, so instead you just slam her against it, using her whole body like a knife to cut it out of place. The cyborg hits the ground and is followed by the steel plating. Before she can move it off of herself, you slither on top of it to hold her down.

Repo cries out in pain from several hundred pounds of snake landing on top of her, causing the Auditor to take her eyes off Cernu for a split second as she aims her gun at you instead, earning herself a face full of platter. Cernu bolts towards and heads off down the hallway, but before you follow, you smack the Repossessor in the face with the end of your tail. Hard. Several times.

“That’s for calling my dress stupid.”

As you’re heading back to the ballroom, the floor in front of you blooms into a fiery explosion and several biosaurs climb up from the hole, along with Toshka and Johnny Nitro.

“What’s the plan, Captain?”

>Go back to the previous room now that you have reinforcements and breach that elevator.
>Find another way to Floyd’s lair
>Tell Johnny to get you a vehicle capable of breaking into Floyd’s lair from the outside.
>Writein
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>>34282885
>Tell Johnny to get you a vehicle capable of breaking into Floyd’s lair from the outside.
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>Find another way to Floyd’s lair
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>>34282885
>>Find another way to Floyd’s lair
If it takes too long
>>Tell Johnny to get you a vehicle capable of breaking into Floyd’s lair from the outside
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Find Floyd yourself, but send Johnny on an errand.

Writing.
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“Alright, here’s what we’re gonna do: we’re all gonna find a way to bust down that horned bastard’s front door, but Johnny, I need you to find a way to break in from the outside so we got a way out in case he has some kinda self-destruct killswitch or something, got it?”

Johnny snaps into a twitchy salute and starts shouting. “Clanlord’s orders! Find it! Drive it! Got it!”

And with that, he jumps back down the hole your reinforcements came in through and…jumps out a window. Toshka buries her face in her palm.

“Fucking Mechaniacs.”

“He’ll be fine” You reassure her. ”Now the rest of us need to do our thing: how’re we getting into Floyd’s office.”

This time, one of the biosaurs steps forward, tapping an object on his wrist to bring up a holo-display of the skyborne skyscraper.

“We managed to rip a blueprint of the building from the main security terminal and found several emergency escape tunnels leading from the same central area, no doubt our target’s office. We have teams sealing off each exit to ensure his capture, but we can still use these tunnels in order to reach him. One of which can be breached from a wall in the ballroom. Of course, we can always just use the stairs, though he will likely be expecting that and have garrisoned the rest of his security there. Your choice, squad leader: guns blazing or through the backdoor.”

>Guns blazing
>Through the backdoor
>Writein
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>>34283313
>Through the backdoor
We can leave guns blazing, for style.
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>>34283313
>guns blazing
A rare chance to see mechanical dinosaurs in a fight.
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>>34283398
>>34283433
Well, in lieu of a tiebreaker, I do admit the backdoor might technically be smarter.
We might see some dino-fighting on the way out, if we're lucky.
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>>34283313
>Through the backdoor
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Looks like it's backdoor excavation time.

Writing.
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>>34283528
that sounds all kinds of wrong.
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“I’m not exactly dressed or equipped for a full frontal assault, so let’s hit that escape tunnel.”

The biosaur nods sharply and your squad rushes back to the ballroom, now a smorgasbord of chaos and panic as Roger and his biosaurs take everything of value from the patrons as well as the waiters. Your biosaur shoves the frightened musicians aside as he and his three companions plant explosive charges on the wall behind where they were hiding. In perfect synchronization the four of them detonate the charges, rush into the entry hole, and launch grappling cables into the vertical shaft. Once a secure line is established, they begin climbing upwards. Toshka and Cernu are quick behind them, grabbing a rope and shimmying their way up.

You, however, take a little longer. Dammit, you hate ropes. They’re such a pain to climb and they always dangle everywhere so you can’t get a firm grip with your tail. You’re not too far behind them, but by the time you do make your way up you’re exhausted and out of breath and the biosaurs have already set up another breach charge on the doorway leading from the escape shaft into Floyd’s office.

“This is Beta Squad, we are engaging the target. I repeat, we are engaging the target.”
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With that, they blow open the door and open fire on those within. Short controlled bursts sees all the security guards dead before they could fire a single shot, but Floyd remains unharmed, the bullets intended for him bouncing harmlessly off a wall of nothing. He flashes that same practiced, disarming grin from earlier and holds his arms out welcomingly.

“Like it? It cost me half a fortune, but it was worth it. I’ve been assured that not even a runaway train could break it down. I suppose you came for this.“ He flashes the reconfiguration chip at you, causing the cube in Cernu’s hand to pulse wildly ”Though I must admit, you’re one crafty snake, managing to make friends with not only the Last Dinosaurs in such a short time, but an ex-Sanitation Committee officer too? Bravo, Miss Atroxius, bravo. Not that it makes any difference, seeing as I still won and you still lost. I almost should pay you for delivering such a slippery prize as these fellows to me, but I really do need that cube of yours. Not for me, mind you, but a buyer who has promised me the jacket they made from our mutual friend Dantisso’s corpse should I get them their property back. And such a one of a kind item belongs nowhere else but in my collection. I think I should enjoy owning the world’s only free Hyperdryad too. Yes, you’ll go quite nicely among the – is that whistling that I hear?”

It was whistling. Something distant but load, a darker spot amongst the already dark smog growing bigger and bigger until–

“Is that a fucking train?”
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And sure enough, like some great serpent of old breaching the waves, a monorail train came bursting through the smog cloud, crashing through the window, Floyd’s matter deflection shield, and Floyd. From the wreckage of the conductor’s cabin comes a familiar mutant in a pilot’s mask.

“Found it! Drove it! Got it!” Johnny salutes and you can’t help but beam.

“Fucking Mechaniacs.” You laugh, retrieving the chip from Floyd’s bloodied and detached arm. “And you might want to stop trusting the word of your salesmen.”

“We’re several miles above the tallest building, right?” Beta Leader asks Toshka as she lights up a cigarette.

“Yep.” She responds around her cigarette.

“And there’s no railway that could have possibly given him that kind of jump, right?”

“Yep.”

“And he just crashed through the highest room in this whole damn building, right?”

“Yep.”

“…this is why they say never to cut a deal with a Naga, isn’t it?”

“Probably. I’ve found that the less I question how this gang operates, the less I need to drink each night. Now ring your boys and tell em to get the hell out of here by any means necessary, we’re got a train to climb down.”

As the biosaur makes escape arrangements with the rest of his gang, your own ear buzzes as a panicked Rosco begins shouting through the commlink.

“You guys need to disappear quicklike! Stryx had a Kill-Will naming any shmuck who nicks the head of Val and Cernu and brings to his megacorp the inheritor of everything he owns!”

Nothing ever does go easy, does it?

END OF THREAD ELEVEN
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>>34284360
So he de-orbited a space train?
Thanks for running!
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Next thread will be the end of this Gibs-12 arc, I swear! I meant to do it this one, but I'm just so goddamn slow.

Next thread should be fun, though, it's basically an extended car chase the whole time. It'll run either this Friday or this Saturday.
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>>34284384
It came from the planet's surface, no one's sure exactly quite how he got it up there, though.
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>>34284393
That's fine. Figured we wouldn't be able to get out of here without a car chase. It is a city planet.
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>>34284360
I don't suppose we could flash clone ourselves then hand in our own heads.

Its a mighty tempting target.
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And archived!
>>34284416
I've been wanting to try my hand at a proper car chase for a while, so I didn't want to rush it in at the tail end of this thread. You'll also get to learn what's the deal with Toshka and Rosco too! Hopefully that won't bore you too much.
>>34284429
Sadly, cloning technologies are hard to get your hands on and foliates are pretty resistant to conventional cloning methods, though Cernu could probably grow a brainless exact replica of her head.
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>>34284510
Thanks for running, looking forward to the car chase.
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>>34284510
Thanks for running. While short, each of these threads is full of awesome.
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Huh, wonder what this quest is about---


Well. Any quest that involves attempting to rob someone blind and ends with the mark getting run over by a train--in his own home, no less--is alright by me!
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>>34286119
>ends with the mark getting run over by a train--in his own home
His flying home, mind you.



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