>>39850421
>>Head to the bridge, father will know best
I'll bite

Oh, heads up, unless there's a wave of replies all asking for the same thing, there will be a 15-20 minute wait until an option is accepted.

another day, another quest

>Head to the bridge, father will know best

>>39850421
>Suggest something else.
Either the Cryo Sleep chambers or whatever passes for Hab blocks in this ship. Organize a possible evacuation on as many colonists as we can.

>>39850421
>>Head to the bridge, father will know best

>>39850421
>Head to the bridge, father will know best

>>39850734
>>39850754
>>39850607


Thinking about it, you reason that perhaps your father knows what's going on. There /is/ a reason he was chosen to captain this vessel after all. Grabbing your empty rucksack, you book it down the hallway, past engineers, guards, and civilians who seem to be too busy, or too panicked to care. Strangely enough, they all seem to be running away from the bridge, but that doesn't stop you as you continue to cross the ship on foot.

You quickly reach the bridge, and lo and behold, to describe it as chaotic would be too kind. The escape pods have all been fired, and the normally packed room is filled with only five men, trying to do the jobs of fifty. Your father stands at the helm, barking orders and reading off of five different consoles, hearing your footsteps he turns, looking ghastly. "Fifer, Christ I was worried about you... Listen, I don't want you caught up in this, we've hit something, or more accurately, something's hit us. The pods are fired, and we've lost the entire stern section of the ship." He delivers the news with a sense of urgency, trying to push out information as fast as he can. Walking towards you, he puts his hands on his shoulders, speaking in a quiet, yet deeply personal tone of voice.

"I don't do this often, but as your father, and your commander you, I'm ordering you to get off this ship, I don't know if we can land this thing on emergency thrusters, take this." He grabs his identification badge, handing it over as a single tear rolls down his cheek. "Do whatever you can, but I can't afford to lose you after taking you this far from home." With the ID card, and now unlimited access to the ship, your options are much better than before.

>Flee to the hangar, follow orders and get the hell out of dodge
>Either the Cryo Sleep chambers or whatever passes for Hab blocks in this ship. Organize a possible evacuation on as many colonists as we can. (As suggested by >>39850649 )
>Once again, suggest something else.

>>39850874
>Either the Cryo Sleep chambers or whatever passes for Hab blocks in this ship. Organize a possible evacuation on as many colonists as we can

>>39850874
>Flee to the hangar, follow orders and get the hell out of dodge.
Which will most certainly not have a mecha for us to pilot.

>>39850904
Seconding.

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>>39850874

>Either the Cryo Sleep chambers or whatever passes for Hab blocks in this ship. Organize a possible evacuation on as many colonists as we can.

>>39850904
What the hell, let's be big guddamn heroes

>>39850874
I follow in my fathers footsdteps, A GODAMN BADDASS!!!

>>Either the Cryo Sleep chambers or whatever passes for Hab blocks in this ship. Organize a possible evacuation on as many colonists as we can.

>>39850923
>Which will most certainly not have a mecha for us to pilot.
Who knows? It might have a small transport for landing parties instead. It'd make sense to have it since even age of sail colonists had a shore party to check out the surroundings first.

Guess Captain Dad never had a chance to order such a venture.

>>39851008
>>39850978
>>39850967
>>39850957
>>39850904
Shit, you guys like to be righteous, don't you?


You nevered like much of the civilians aboard the Apollo, most of them were curious and loud, people who didn't know where to stick their noses, and certainly the type of people you believed didn't belong on this ship. This was a voyage for the advancement of mankind, and while your father urged to be more accepting of your fellow passengers, you insisted they were nothing but baggage, but you certainly couldn't just let them die, that'd be just rude.

Giving your father one last hug, you take the ID, and make like the wind for the civilian cryo-block. With most of the civilians having not been awaken yet, other than those who requested it, things were chaotic, to say the least. The ship's security forces had been ejecting people from their cryopods, and so a group of sleep deprived civilians milled around, completely clueless to the current situation. Acting quickly, you grab one of the wall-comm units, and set it to make a public announcement. Clearing your throat, you attempt to bolster your voice, making you sound less like a teenager scared for his life, and more like the type of man your father is.
(1/2)

>>39851209
(2/2)

"Attention civilians of the Apollo, we've taken on critical damage, and are evacuating the ship! T-The escape pods are all fired, but, but..." You stumble a bit, public speaking was never your biggest asset, and you realize that you didn't /exactly/ have a plan. Still, you think quickly, and realize that there is one option staring you in the face. "The landing shuttles are designed to move the entire population of this ship onto the planet, if you hurry, all of you can launch and land safely, and securely!" While the masses are still entirely too tired to do much of anything, they get the message and begin to book it to the hangar. You feel your father's invisible pride, if he was here, instead of in the bridge, now would be the time for one of his signature, "That's my boy!" pats on the shoulder. Still, you may have given the civilians a plan, but you still don't have one... As you feel the ship creak and groan further, you realize the hangar is your best option, but you don't know what to do, or how to get off in one piece.

>Hop on one of the civilian shuttles, and hope for the best
>Attempt to try and take one of the military craft
>Search for something else
>Suggest another option.

>>39851231

>Search for something else

Where are you hiding the giant fighting mecha, you bastards...

>>39851231
>Search for something else
Ok, where's the mecha?

>>39851231
>Attempt to try and take one of the military craft

Time to fookin book it before everybody dies

>>39851231
>>39851258
>>39851288


>Search for something else

Let see if they had already invented the mecha yet...

>>39851231
>Search for something else
well need that mecha to protect THE PEOPLE!
*red army choir starts up in the background*

ITT: mechamechamechamechamypreciousmechamecha

OP, by any chance you got an early copy of Xenoblade? I am getting weird vibes here.

>Go out in a mecha to safeguard the escaping shuttles

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7WXiZTeMgA

>>39851405
I've never played Xenoblade actually, though I love the OST, which I've been shown by friends who adore the series.

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>>39851387

Well. yeah.

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>>39851454
the new peoples survivor army commissars would like to have a word with you, sir.

Alright, sorry on the wait, this one's a bit of a doozy. Wont link to all the replies, but you fuckers want to search for something else, that's for sure.

The hangar is a beast of a chamber, taking up most of the mid-section of the ship and being the largest portion of the Apollo. In it, massive troop carriers repurposed to carry unarmed civilians and basic survival gear take up most of it, along with a few small military fighter craft, and a massive closed off private hangar in one of the corners. From the time you boarded this ship, your father told you not to come here until landing, and when you did, not to touch the private hangar. Today seems like a good day as any to break that rule, however.

Crossing the hangar, you zip through crowds of people with ease, most of the being too tired to stop you from pushing right on by as you book it for whatever lies in the sealed room. Passing by the now open doors of the hangar, you hear something startling, explosions. Not just that, but the soft thump of firing guns, the sound of metal clashing on metal, and some shells fizzling of the weak protective shield of the Apollo. Something is on this planet, and whatever it is, is trying to blow you out of the skies.

With a new determination in your heart, you take out your father's ID card, and swipe it at the keypad that kept the secret chamber of the hangar shut. With a rumble, the massive door begins to rise, and within lies a beast of metal upon metal. Eyeballing it, it seemed to stand at least 18 meters tall, if not slightly more. A thruster pack upon its back, a shield in one hand, and a massive rifle in the other, it seemed suited for war, yet, it seemed to call to you...
(1/2)

>>39851523
Time to drawfag this up.

>>39851523
>Something is on this planet, and whatever it is, is trying to blow you out of the skies.
The civvies! No!

>>39851651

Do they have the 4th Amendment in space?

...are we in 'murica owned space, OP?

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>>39851651
QUICKLY COMRADES, TO THE DEFENSE OF THE PEOPLE!

>>39851523
(2/?, because I am a liar, and an idiot)

Without even a second thought, you begin to climb the scaffolding encircling the Mek, soon reaching a platform at chest height, where the cockpit sat open and waiting. Hoping in, you buckle yourself in, and put on a helmet hanging from a hook on the wall. Closing the door, you sit in complete silence for a moment, being able to hear the soft thump of your heartbeat as you take the controls, turning on the many screens and view ports within. Grabbing some sort of control stick with each hand, your feet opperate a pair of pedals, and in no time at all, you manage to take your first steps out of the secret bay.

You're just in time to watch the first of the massive transports take off at full capacity, lumbering out of the bay, it begins to desend peacefully and slowly. Just as it seems to be leaving view, a dash of light flashes before your eyes, and with one fell swoop, you see the ship cut in two, followed by a massive explosion. Inside, the remaining civilians began to scream, half of them rushing onto the remaining shuttles, while the half already embarked seemingly rushing out of them, not willing to meet the same fate as the first transport.

Apollo's children were Asclepius, Troilus, Aristaeus, and Orpheus

What are we going to name this beast?

>>39851707
>Orpheus

>>39851685
FOR OUR NEW MOTHERLAND!

>>39851707

Fucking Orpheus obviously.

>>39851707
Cuddles.

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>>39851731
BROTHER!!!

>>39851694
(3/3)
It is from between those goregous trees that you can see the flashes of firing cannons. On those isles of paradise, you can see strange shapes taking off, ascending into the sky, and against the setting sun, you see the silhouette of what destroyed the shuttle. Shining in a beautiful paint job of white and gold, it stands like a crusader, with a massive sword in its two hands, the sun glinting against it. For the first time in your life, you feel a fire in your heart, a calling that has never rung inside of you before.

You want to kill the monster who just annhilated the lives of over two hundred men, women, and children like it was second nature. And the mek you sit inside of seems to call out in return, it wants to help you do it.

>Jump off the edge of the Apollo, and attempt to fight the other mek
>Jump onto the next transport, and ride it down, attempting to protect it
>Suggest another option.

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>>39851773

Privjet, tovarish.

>>39851789
>>Jump onto the next transport, and ride it down, attempting to protect it
BY THE PEOPLE , FOR THE PEOPLE.

>>39851789
>>Jump onto the next transport, and ride it down, attempting to protect it

Trick it into compromising its defence during re-entry. Then we can cheapshot it.

>>39851789
>Jump off the edge of the Apollo, and attempt to fight the other mek
>Suggest another option.
Draw enemy fire away from the disembarking transports.

>>39851789

>Jump onto the next transport, and ride it down, attempting to protect it

We are being big guddamn heroes after all.

>>39851789
>>Jump onto the next transport, and ride it down, attempting to protect it
These fucking options!

>>39851685
I love GJ Art's mecha stuff, that image is actually what is what the 'metal beast' you're currently facing off is supposed to look like, also Jesus Christ this thread has exploded in terms of what I was expecting.

Space Russkies: The Mechaning

>>39851888
We're starved for giant robots

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>>39851831
>Privjet, kak dela tovarish?

>>39851888
I intend to loot that Cape

>>39851930

I want that mufuggin cape too.

>>39851888
>> Get us a fucking sword , quick GM!

the people fucking love sci fi, the people fucking love mecha, the people love war!

>>39851789
>>Jump onto the next transport, and ride it down, attempting to protect it

>>39851930
>>39851937
Loot it all! Sword, shield, cape and everything!

>>39851906
id watch that.
>>39851930
It is decided then, we aquire the cape, FOR THE PEOPLES MECHA!

>>39851888
I want to drawfag for you

I vote we call our mech Idolishche Poganoye.

>>39851982
nah, that would imply WE are the pagan beast, fighting AGAINST the noble russian people. this cannot be allowed.

We should call the mecha Opфeй, which is what google tells me is Orpheus in Russian.

Y'know.

For the people.

>>39851970
>>39851968
>>39851948
>>39851930
>>39851937
Right then, with riding transport as a tie, looting the metal beast as the other, I'll try to do both, voting ended.

>>39851975
I would be blown away if this got any art, let alone so early, you guys are all fantastic, and I'm glad I started doing that.

Oh and, you guys aren't communist, the Apollo is actually a vessel of the united world, kinda a project to bring everyone together, so I have no idea where all the Ruskie speak is coming from

>>39852046

...can we be a Russian part of it? :o

>>39852070
Wanting to be Russian, some people have no taste.

>>39852046
I intended to ensure the safety of our people first. Then try to loot the cape. Didn't mean it as a separate vote my bad

>>39852046
Because it's funny.

And because we must help our comrades, da?

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>>39851970
IT IS DONE! THE PEOPLE WILL IT. WE WILL ACQUIRE THE WHITE N GOLD BLING MEK.

>>39852046
>>39852016
>>39852070
>>39852101

Da, united peoples.......OF RUSSIA! FOR THE PEOPLE , BY THE PEOPLE, WITH THE PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

>>39852046
>I would be blown away if this got any art, let alone so early,

*skritch* *skritch*skritch*...

Okay, how about... Bogatyr? A Russian knight-errant.

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>>39852176
our , commu-mek looks something like?

>>39852233
To elegant for communists.

>>39852204
>>Bogatyr could work.

>>39852247
A bit too Gypsy Danger-like for you?

>>39852233
Too alien.

>>39852046
Gathering your courage, you grab the radio communicator in the mek, setting it to announce over the hangar radio. "Everyone, calm down! Load up the next transport and take off, I have a plan to protect you!" With that, the rabbling seems to calm down as the people below began to board once again, and in no time the second of the two take off, this time, with you standing atop it. The transports, being designed to move soldiers, weapons, and even vehicles, doesn't seem to strain under the weight of the mek.

Hovering out of the hangar, you watch as the metal beast, shining in white and gold begins to turn, raising its sword slightly. Over your radio set, the hiss of static kicks in, quickly being dialed out as a voice spoke up. You don't know the man behind it, you've never seen his face, you don't even know his name, but the moment he begins to speak, you form a deep, lasting hatred for him...

"Halt invader. By order of the Grand Cathedrale, no foreign presence is allowed to set foot upon the sacred grounds of Domerra. Resistance is punishable by death, and landing would mean much, much worse." His voice is as flecked with gold as the armor of his mek is, smooth and without alarm. He doesn't even seem to register the fact that he just killed a group of unarmed civilians, rather, he seems proud of what he's done.

Without a word, you raise your rifle, aiming up at him as the transport continues to descend, thinking of your next movement.

>Fire without hesitation
>Attempt to negotiate
>Say something witty, then fire
>Suggest another option

>>39852233

Not industrial enough for Commumek

>>39852310
>>Fire without hesitation
No mercy for murderers.

>>39852310
>Attempt to negotiate
We just want safe passage for the civvies to a habitable, non-sacred planet.

>>39852310

>Say something witty, then fire

big. guddamn. heroes.

>>39852325
We can go back and slaughter the filthy, decadent capitalists later.

>>39852310
>>Fire without hesitation

>>39852310
>Fire without hesitation
... huh, we got some good translation tech with us.

Gee, couldn't they have given that warning first when we were in orbit?

>>39852367
>Decadent capitalists
>enemy is a complete religious fanatic

Ok man, religion and capitalism don't mix well.

>space russkies
>wiping out the religious
We are become Stalin, hero of Communism.

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Seriously though how the hell did we become Russian?

>>39852407
Shh, comrade, Communism doesn't involve logic.

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>>39852429
I have no idea.

>>39852310
>>39852325
>>39852353
>>39852374
>>39852378
>>39852414
>Say something witty, then fire
"WELCOME TO THE PEOPLES REVOLUTION, CYKA!!!!!"

>>39852429
We haven't.

>>39852449
Communism is a lie and a falshood only brought about by fools who know naught of Marx's dream, America was supposed to be the communist homeland not the foolish dirt farmers of Russia.

>>39852459
I love this image so much

>>39852473
Your cruise control's malfunctioning. Looks like your exclamation point key is broken as well.

>>39852474
I think I might try to quell it, because if half the replies are just there for the sake of being funny, it seems like it could derail the quest, also Fire without Hesitation has won this vote, writing now.

>>39852497
Hey. Don't you dare say a fucking word against my dirt-farm, you soil-hater.

>>39852429
people think Russian stereotypes are funny and badass for some reason

>>39852544
I'm pretty sure we're just messing around OOCly. That said, I was serious about Bogatyr, it just sounds cooler than Orpheus.

>>39852544

This is a good point, y'all. Keep it on-track and moving first and foremost.

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>>39852414>>39852537
>>39852544
>>39852577

dont fight the peoples mighty will, comrades! JOIN US!
hehehe, okay okay, im done encouraging ruskies in space......mostly.

>>39852544
>half the replies are just there for the sake of being funny
Most quests end up being like that. The rest end up having only greentext votes for content or being dead.

>>39852544
the best RPGs mold slightly to the needs and desires of the players (too a point), if "the peoples" call for slight russian/communist bent to their characters actions and persona...go with it, or not. up to you bossman. it was all in good fun, afterall.

>>39852685

Da.

>>39852544
Squeezing down on the trigger of your control stick, one of the mek's fingers does the same, unleashing a bolt of energy. Even though you've never piloted a mek before, your father did like to take you shooting during your time back on Earth, it was one of the best things about growing up in the backwoods of Kentucky, and something you missed after you moved to England during the onset of the Apollo project. Still, shooting at such a large, motionless target would be easy for a beginner. Striking the shoulder of the Mek dead on, it blows its armor clean off, revealing the servos beneath. Shocked, it reached out to grab at the area, making sure it could still move its arm.

"H-Halt, I ordered, halt!" The startled man rattles on, in his strangely perfectly English, yet, language was the least of your concerns right now. Firing up his thrusters, your opponent heads into a downwards dive, sword extended, straight for you. You freeze up as he approaches, and options buzz through your mind.

>Block it with the shield
>Attempt to shoot him down before he can hit you
>Jump off the transport and attempt to draw him away
>Suggest another option

Now then, this time with your reply, include a d20 roll, instead of just being insta pass/fail, each roll will be counted until you roll a 15 or higher, the number of rolls determines if it's a pass, or fail (eg, if the 1st roll is a 2, then a 12, then a 16, it would still be a pass, but just barely.) Also, in order to appease you Communist heathens, don't worry, I have something for you, you'll see.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>39852753
>Suggest another option
Kick his face in.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>39852753
>>Block it with the shield
>Attempt to punch his face in

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>39852753
>Jump off the transport and attempt to draw him away

Keep Firing so we remain a target

Call his mom a slut

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>39852753
>>Block it with the shield

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>39852753
>Block it with the shield
>Punch or head but his face.
Or combine with the transport to form Chairmek Mao, defender of the people!

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>39852753
>>Block it with the shield
>Jump off the transport and attempt to draw him away

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>39852753
>>Suggest another option
>Jump of the transport and slam it with our shield.

>>39852753

>Attempt to shoot him down before he can hit you

Heavyarms-style mek based on shootiness? Uuuh, yes please.

>>39852849

Forgot to roll on >>39852849

roll+1d20

>>39852869
It goes in the options field.

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>>39852753
>>commu-mek confirmed, the revolution lives on.

>Jump off the transport and attempt to draw him away
>Suggest another option

we need to leap off, and use our shield to bash him in the face, then grapple him down, to protect the shuttles with our body.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>39852883

WELL CHRIST THAT'S EMBARRASSING...

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>39852900
rollin?

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>shield bash to face, then grab while recoiling, and ride down to planet surface, second round of orbital surfing go!

>>39852926
Brian Blessed, is that you?

Voting is done, writing now! After this one, I may take a short break to make something for dinner, haven't had anything to eat all day, all these food reCAPTCHAs aren't helping either.

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>>39852818
aaaaah, i see what you did there.

>>39853068
its all good bossman, i understand those feels. need to get something myself. all this communism makes me want tacos. ...(but seriously, we need a bawln cape for commumek please.)

>>39852590
Eh I brought up those names because our dad was the captain of Apollo and well the rest is self explanatory

>>39852753


Right, most of the replies have either jump off the transport, block with the shield, hit him with the shield, or both, I'll be combining those to please the masses.

Stumbling slightly, you grab the shield with both hands, putting the rifle upon a rack on the back of your mek. Holding steady, the blade of your enemy connects, and you lose your footing. In the connection, you manage to push, flinging you both off of the transport. Taking one hand off of the shield, you grab at his sword arm, holding it in place as you begin to practically scream into the radio set. "Don't you dare attack those transports, innocent people died because of you!"

With any chance of counter attack prevented, you bring your shield down upon his exposed shoulder servo, smashing and hacking with it until, with an explosion of sparks, the arm goes flying off. Attacking arm in hand, the other gone, you know have the other mek completely under your control, falling towards the ground quickly and quite frankly, terrifyingly. Whatever you do next, you better do it quickly.

>Ride the bastard into the ground
>Attempt to throw him down and fly back up to the transport
>Suggest another option.

Again, roll a 1d20 with your vote, and next reply will take a little longer as I get some food.

>>39853153
Yeah, I get it, just think Bogatyr sounds impressive. I like the whole knight-errant schtick.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>39853211
>Attempt to throw him down and fly back up to the transport
Protect comrades, da?

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>39853211
>>Attempt to throw him down and fly back up to the transport

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>39853211
>Ride the bastard into the ground
Shoot anyone looking at the transport.

>>39853211

>Attempt to throw him down and fly back up to the transport

Protect the people!

>>39853211
>>Attempt to throw him down and fly back up to the transport

We have to keep them in mind
Save that pain and anger for later

>>39853221
i also like the idea of naming it after a knight.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>39853261

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>39853211
>>Attempt to throw him down and fly back up to the transport

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>39853211
were a guddamned hero!

>>ride him to the ground. For the people

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>39853332
epic tombstone!

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>39853211
try to rip open the cockpit and remove pilot (were in atmosphere already, so he shouldnt die) , then fly back to transport.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>39853211
>Suggest another option.
Shoot him in the cockpit then fly back up to the transport.

Made a quick (yet delicious) veggie burger because I'm too lazy to go shopping and get anything else. Anyways, voting is over, Attempt to throw him down and fly back up to the transport is the winner, going to write that up right now.

>>39853211


Grabbing the mek tightly, you prepare to throw him down to the ground. With a grunt, you practically push the control sticks to their edge, a bead of sweat rolling off your forehead as you attempt to wrestle him into positon. Above, you hear a quick confirmation over the radio. "Comrade Gotsley, the second and third transports have loaded and are taking off, the last of the crew is taking the military craft to escort them, the first one is in one piece!" You recognize the hearty voice at once, one of your father's best friends, Arkadi Soklovh. Standing in at just under seven foot, and all of three hundred pounds, he's one of the smartest, and nicest engineers you've ever met. While snooping around at the officer's bar back on Earth, you overheard a story of him winning a drunken bet by building a radio just out of the remains of an old toaster, an RC car, and a televison, hearing his voice made you feel a little more comfortable.

Remembering the task at hand, you snap out of remincising and merely fire off a simple affirmatory "Alright!", before turning back to the other mek. You now realize, it's too late, as it manages to slip from your grasp. Panicking, you attempt to fly back up to the transport, but almost right away after righting your mek, you're caught by a fierce kick, sending you flying back. Once again, the man inside speaks up, sounding quite displeased now. (1/2)

>>39853985 (2/2)

"Alright you pathetic heretic, I may have underestimated you, but I will not let you go un-" Another burst of static kicks in, though this time you can hear some sort of garbled response, before a sigh and a reply clearly not meant for you. "Yes Father Kornev, I will retreat for now, orders are orders..." And with that, he takes off into the distance. Part of you wishes to follow, though the other is torn, wishing to escort the rest of the civilians.

>Follow the other mek, leaving the transports unguarded, save for some small military fighters
>Escort the transports to the surface, intercept any trouble coming this way.

>>39854010
>Escort

>>39854010
>>Escort the transports to the surface, intercept any trouble coming this way.

>>39854010
>Escort the transports to the surface, intercept any trouble coming this way.
Our new motherland.

>>39854010
>Escort the transports to the surface, intercept any trouble coming this way.

>>39854010

>Escort the transports to the surface, intercept any trouble coming this way.

New motherland? New motherland.

>>39854010
>Escort the transports to the surface, intercept any trouble coming this way.
Should have just shot him in the cockpit.

>>39854296
Next time, comrade.

>>39854010 Another long one, whoops. Also unanimous vote for saving the transports! Writing as we speak.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>39854409
i still say we finish what we started

>>hope bossmans veggie burger was good.

>>39854409
(1/2)


To get revenge for the men and women already lost isn't as important as protecting those who are still alive, at least that's what you're telling yourself as you ascend, watching the shimmer of gold disappear into the horizon, as you make a note to remember that mek, and the name he mentioned, Father Kornev... You reflect on who that could be, and why they refered to them as Father instead of something more traditional, such as Captain, or Officer.

As you rise to the level of the remaining transports, with the last of the ships leaving the hangar bay of the Apollo, you see the emergency thrusters and airbreaks cut out. All at once, the ship seems to begin rapidly hurtling into the sea as anything and everything slowing it down stopped. You watch, and hear as the ship splits again, shattering into hundreds if not thousands of fragments, crashing into the waters below as time itself seems to stop. As if to crush any hopes of survival, just as the last of the large chunks begin to splash down, the reactor blows, and a massive fireball rises from the wreckage.

>>39854638
FATHERRRRR!!!!!11010100111

>>39854638
(2/2)
Letting out a scream, you pound against the view screen in disbelief, your father always was a man who would go down with his ship, but you still never really believed it could happen, in the back of your mind you thought about how you could save him, scoop him up at the last minute and fly down with the others, but now, all that hope seems to be dead and gone...

As the transports touch down, it hits you just how dizzy you really are, and opening the cockpit, you lean out to vomit. A light stream of tears down one cheek, vomit hanging from your lip, and yet, a smile on your face gives one of the most confusing combinations of expressions ever seen. Your father may be gone, but you know he would be prouder of you than ever, you just saved hundreds of people, you manned up and played the part of the big damn hero, but most of all, you made sure that he died for something, he died for the seven hundred or so living passengers of the Apollo. Still, it's getting dark, and the pop up shelters, tents, and temporary living quarters are being quickly set up, you're wondering what to do for the night.

>Find Arkadi, have your mek checked for repairs, get a status report
>Lock up the mek with your ID card and find a place to crash for the night, you need some rest
>Head down to the canteen and get a drink, you may be 17, but damn do you need one right now.

>>39854698
>>Lock up the mek with your ID card and find a place to crash for the night, you need some rest

>>39854682
oтeц!!!

>>39854698
>Find Arkadi, have your mek checked for repairs, get a status report

>>39854698

>Find Arkadi, have your mek checked for repairs, get a status report

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>39854698
>>Head down to the canteen and get a drink, you may be 17, but damn do you need one right now.
You need to be with the people, you need to see what you and your father fought for!

>>39854698

>Find Arkadi, have your mek checked for repairs, get a status report

RIP dad

>>39854698
>>Find Arkadi, have your mek checked for repairs, get a status report

>>39854698
>Find Arkadi, have your mek checked for repairs, get a status report

>>39854698
>Find Arkadi, have your mek checked for repairs, get a status report
We need a defense perimeter set up, and get weapons and guards distributed.
Those fuckers that shot down the Apollo are still out there and likely to come finish the job.

>>39854698
>Get food and go patrolling

Right, the clear consensus is to talk with Arkadi, voting is closed, writing now.

>>39854698
(1/2)
Wiping your face with your sleeve, you carefully walk over to an area that's been set up as a make-shift hangar of sorts. A massive tarp hangs from the high-up tree branches to shield the vessels below from the elements. Arkadi approaches at once, looking grim as the remaining transports hover their way into the area, just barely fitting. You bring the mek down onto one knee and lock the controls. After a bit of fumbling around, you manage to shut down the electronics, and power down the reactor as well before hoping out with ease.

Without saying a word, Arkadi pulls you into the fiercest bear hug you've ever experienced, if it was any tighter you might have just about popped. With a sigh he speaks, his big burly voice even manging to practically fill the area, even though he tried his best to keep it no higher than a whisper. "Your father was a good man Fifer, the best captain we've ever had... We're all sorry for your loss." Letting go of you, he turned to face your new machine, letting out a smirk. "I wasn't surprised when you ended up taking that thing, you know your father was a natural pilot himself, if he had one of these when he went through training, I'm sure he would have preformed like you did out there."

>>39855293
(2/2)
Barking an order in Russian, his personal team begins to swarm it, looking it over with all sorts of equipment and tools that you had no clue about. They kept muttering to each other, seemingly surprised about something or other, before long they reported back to Arkadi. "So, anything wrong with it?" You fire off, hoping that you didn't wreck the thing /too/ badly in your first battle.

"A few scratches, the shield took a big hit and the leg servos are a bit shot, but nothing major. We can have it fixed up by the end of the night, thankfully we had room on just the three transports for our tools and supplies or else you'd be shit out of luck." Giving you a hearty pat on the shoulder, you feel at ease, the mek is all the Apollo's crew has right now, if it were wrecked, you don't know what you would do. "Though, there is one thing I'd like to take care of... All good ships need a name, I figured this thing does as well friend, did you have anything in mind?"

>Suggest any name, the one with the most votes will be chosen.

>>39855329
>Bogatyr

>>39855329
The USS DEFENDER.

>>39855329
commumek ...or bogatyr

>>39855367
USS is only really for naval ships, I don't really think it works for giant robots.

>>39855386
Oh...well shit then what about the AVENGER!

>>39855418
What about the Militant Atheist? Or Social Justice Warrior!

>>39855329
>Avenger

how about "the last raven" , seeing as its the last one we got, and its can fly, and it watches over us civilians, and our recent dead.

>>39855445
How the shit did you get that from the word avenger?

>>39855329
Vengeance.

For all the lives that were lost, and for what we will exact in Mankind's first interstellar war.

>>39855329
>Bogatyr

>>39855554
becuase its a current hot topic in media? recent movie about the "avengers" etc.

>>39855607
yeah there is only one avenger who is atheistic and thats tony, hell they have a norse god with them as a teammate. And SJW? You are going to need to explain that one to me.

>>39855598
hmm, very direct, i like it, the red vengeance, commumek engage!

>>39855602
And Bogatyr breaks the tie, voting over!

>>39855554
Nothing to do with Avenger, I was dicking around.

Although I guess Militant Atheist could work, due to us being militant and crushing some crazy religious nutters.

heheheheheheh, the revolution lives on.

Bogatyr 4 life.

>>39855684
how the hell does a russian knight errent work with communism?

>>39855714
its russian, da.

>>39855714
These idiots are pushing Russian stereotypes thinking they're clever and funny, but I digress, Bogatyr is at least unique and interesting, so I wont intervene.

okay okay, russian/communism aside, i LOVE the idea of us sort of becoming a knightly persona, protecting our new coliny. so anything that makes us act or look the part of a knight in shining armor is golden in my book. russian , commumek or otherwise.

>>39855815
Knight's in shining armor were considered to be scrubs, the ones with battle damage and shit were the ones you wanted since they were the vets and whatnot.

>>39855917
i know i know, you know what im trying to say. us = knight protector is good. russian/communist = whatever tomfoolery.

>>39855329

You remember when you were little, about five, just after your mother died in the hospital, you couldn't sleep at night without one of her stories, it was Arkadi who gave your father a book that his mother once read him, full of legends and stories from his homeland. What stuck with you most was the images of the errant knights, the heros who wandered the lands, saving the day not for money or power, but merely to be chivalrous, heros who acted for their people, not themselves.

Grinning like an idiot up at Arkadi, you manage to spit out your idea. "I think we should call this thing the Bogatyr, like in the stories I used to read, it's the only thing I can think of that really fits, don't you think." He gave a silent nod as the newly titled mek was brought in for its repairs.

"Perfect choice... Tomorrow, we're going to have the crew vote for a new captaincy to run the camp here, apparently most of the officer's pods were shot down or lost, and those who weren't killed went down with the Apollo, being the head engineer, looks like I'm the prime pick, but I don't know if I can do it." He muttered something to himself, sighing lightly, "Get some rest Fifer, tomorrow's important for us, I'll make sure to send someone by in the morning to tell you when the work on the Bogatyr is done." With that, he leaves to go back to his work, and you wander off, debating on listening to him or not, still being quite restless after battle.

>Go the fuck to sleep
>Hit the bar and get your drank on
>Suggest another option.

>>39855981
>>Go the fuck to sleep

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"Bogatyr is a term applied to warriors in Ancient Rus. Bogatyri are the main characters of ancient epic folk stories - byliny - that were passed on verbally from one generation to another. The origin of this word (byl' means reality in Russian) suggests that most of these heroes existed in real life."

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>Missed the name vote

M-muh Orpheus

Life is pain

>>39855981
>>39855981
>Hit the bar and get your drank on

mingle with the people, its for them whoim you now serve.

>>39855981

>Go the fuck to sleep

Sooner we sleep, sooner we get to fight more religious nutjobs

>>39855981
>Suggest another option.
Find Ship Security personnel, and get a defensive perimeter up.
We're on a hostile planet with natives that SHOT US THE FUCK DOWN AND STILL WANT TO KILL US.

>>39855981
>Go the fuck to sleep

>>39855981
>>Hit the bar and get your drank on
We deserve a stiff drink

>>39856179
Shit, good point. Cancel my sleep vote, do this.

>>39856071
weve been pretty beaten up, and we havnt talked to anyone else really, lets get to know other people at the bar.

>>39856224
Delete your old vote, then.

>>39855981
>Go the fuck to sleep

Sleep would be good now

ya pansies, theres still work to be done, the day is far from over.

>>39856269
Can't, my mobile doesn't show the delete option. No clue why.

>>39856004
>>39856077
>>39856196
>>39856303

Righto, getting some sleep is the clear winner here, writing now.

>>39856359
but its 3 sleep, to 3 bar to 2 defence. sleep didnt win!!!

>>39856359
dude, DID change his vote from sleep.

>>39856411
That anon who said 'delete my vote' didn't actually delete it till after I posted the last one, guess I'll restart my post then, give me a bit more time then.

>>39855981

You pass the bustling canteen on the way to the promptly set up habitation area, but you do decide to make one detour. The security officers have gathered around a campfire off to the side, shooting the shit as the don't seem to interested in getting drunk or sleeping. You approach the guys, and they all give you a little salute, the head officer speaking up. "Something happening Fifer?"

"No, no just wanted to make sure you guys weren't just sitting around... Those guys could be back any time yknow?" You add, feeling a little bit stupid. Saying that outloud makes you realize it was a bit obvious, but it didn't hurt to be sure.

"We've got a guy in the air," The guard aids, pointing up to the sky, where among the stars you manage to pick out a light circling above head. "He sees anything, he radio's in, should be enough, and besides, they left before we landed, they shouldn't have an idea of where exactly we are, at least, not yet."

>Same options as before

>>39856733
Get a drink.

>>39856733
>Go the fuck to sleep
NEED SLEEP.

>>39856733
ask ARK about the mek and why its there, and or if we can get some training/instruction on its use and maintenance. THEN sleep. we can train tommorow.

>>39856814
additional, drink first on the way to ARK.

Any other votes? Every option is tied at one (besides get a drink, if you count the getting a drink on the way to Arkadi as a vote for just getting a drink)

>>39856733
Sleep we been through a lot were probably tired and exhausted as shit not to mention stressed

Right then, go the fuck to sleep has won, writing now.

>>39856733

You nod, agreeing with the men before you catch yourself yawning. The thrill of battle is long gone, and you feel your body ache from getting tossed around inside that cockpit. Excusing yourself, the security crew lets you head off for the night. The housing block consists of a few prebuild structures, two stories each, being assembled by the masses of civilians with ease. You enter one and take one of the small rooms, it's not much, but it's private, quiet, and warm, which is all that matters. Passing out for the night, you don't dream, too tired to do anything but sleep.

In the morning, you stand up and stretch out, feeling completely and utterly bent out of shape. Looking in the mirror, your normally luxuriously pampered and perfect long black hair is a mess, there's a set of bags under your eyes, and with a cut across one of your cheeks that you don't remember, you look like a dishelved mess... "Christ, no one told me sitting in a cockpit was so draining." You mutter to yourself with a smirk. Today has a lot to do, and you don't know what to do first.

>Head over to Arkadi's make-shift workshop
>Grab some breakfast
>Suggest another option

>>39857507

>Suggest another option

>Grab food while walking to Arkadi's workshop.

Time-management, y'all.

>>39857537
this.

>>39857507
>Put that mess into a ponytail nigga
Gotta look presentable

Then
>>39857537

Seeing as things have certainly slowed down, I think this'll be the last reply for the night, I'll probably quickly set up a twitter for this as well, just so that people can know when new threads pop up, and if anyone has any questions about anything.

>>39857625

Very cool. Been here since the start, having a lot of fun with it.

>>39857507
>>Grab some breakfast

Grabbing your hair with one hand, you rip a strip of cloth from your already torn uniform and tie your hair back into a ponytail before booking it for the canteen. Running in, you grab a sandwich and pass on by the cute serving girl behind the counter of the bar. Practically booking it across the settlement, you find Arkadi and his men standing around a massive object covered in a tarp. Quite obviously being the Bogatyr, still, the reason for it being covered escapes you at the moment.

Seeing you, Arkadi waves, shouting out to you. "Comrade Gotsley, we have something for you! Not only did we finish the repairs, but I managed to put in some extra time for a surprise!" Standing proudly, he barked an order in Russian, and at once his men removed the tarp.

Beneath it, the Bogatyr stood proudly, it's name now emblazed on the side of its shield in metallic red lettering, yet that wasn't the eye catching part. The mek stood, now painted in an array of light and dark greys, with an eyecatching highlight of blue. Its eyes shinning red, the Bogatyr stands looking mean, threatening, yet most of all, it looks majestic in a strange way.

Follow https://twitter.com/ZQuestGM for updates, might be free to pick this up tomorrow, if not it'll either be sometime during the week, or worst case scenario, next Saturday.

Thanks for running.

>>39857925
Thanks for running Z
Catch ya next time

>>39857925
Fun times ahoy.

Thanks for running!

One last thing, the quest has been archived! http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/39850421/

>>39857925
*skritch skritch*

>>39858219
Oh right, how goes the art? I'm really curious on how it turns out, never had any of my stuff inspire art here before.

>>39859048
I'll see to your next thread. Was hoping it'd be tomorrow

>>39861262
Might be actually, depends on how my schedule looks, but I'll try and squeeze it in.