>>43846241
>Corvid techno? (+1 Intelligence)
>utilitarian Cetacean plasma shotgun.

>>43846241
Felinid SMG and Corvid Techno.
Also is it me, or Cetacean Soundscape sounds more like Muzak/vaporwave? Heugh.

>>43846241
>>Corvid techno? (+1 Intelligence)
>sleek Corvid laser rifle.

>>43846241
>Corvid techno? (+1 Intelligence)

Writing in 5, dumping out real quick.

>>43846414
>not loving vaporwave
It's like you don't even have ears.

>>43846241
>utilitarian Cetacean plasma shotgun.

>>43846241
Corvid Techno & Felinid Machine Pistol
We don't seem to be the type to enjoy felinid rave pop after last thread.

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https://youtu.be/_wQR-jgw7PI

Simple, utilitarian, and far from overdesigned. The metallo-plastic alloy feels light in your suckered grip, but that's probably just the lack of gravity. Belying its simple appearance, you know that the short ranged, uncontained plasma blast it emits when fired is enough to tear through even the toughest Canid body armour; nobody messes around when they see one of these being jockeyed around.

The computer chirps: "signal found, playing selection."

"Swear to Man, it takes longer every time with each new update..." you find yourself grumbling as you set the potent weapon back into its nook. Highly electronic tones and beats begin to waft throughout the room: it may be Corvid, but that doesn't stop it from being good. You're just slipping into a relaxed state of listening when your reverie is cracked by the sharp beep of the intercom.

"Captain Solomon, hello? Can I please have a moment?" comes a squawking you recognize to be Mara's through the speaker. With a groan, you float towards the control pad.

>"Come back later!"
>Open the door.
>Mute the intercom.

Sorry guys, still having to type from my phone on an external keyboard, so things might be a little slow.

forgot to trip that last one on top of it. Jeez.

>>43846684
>Open the door.

>>43846684
>Open the door.
>install Linux

>>43846684
>Open the door.
Also shut off music and squint at her with an annoyed glare, spinning gun on a tentacle.

"Computer, mute music," you growl just before the door opens.

Mara still wears the same high tech flight suit, but you note it is already smudged with a variety of lubricants, chemicals, and other assorted shipboard technical messes. Her face scrunches up just a bit too much when she catches sight of your ponderous, squishy form; few people actually see Cephs outside their exosuits.

Your eyes twist into the Cephalapod version of a glare,

"yes? What is it?" she seems visibly unsettled by your unmodulated voice.

"Well, er, Captain. We're underway and all, and being that I'm a crewmember in full standing," she says with just a shred of confidence, "I was hoping you'd fill me in with the details of our current operation. I mean to say, what I'll need to be doing. Operation wise."

>There's probably going to be a fair bit of violence
>You're the engineer, knowing what to do IS your job
>We're following up a lead on a potential relic find
>It isn't really any of your business, you're still on probation

>>43846941
>We're following up a lead on a potential relic find

>>43846941
>We're following up a lead on a potential relic find
Don't be a dick
Change color and texture to express emotion

>>43846941
>Were following up a lead on a potential relic find

>>43846981
>>43847006
>>43847011
After reading nothing but JAQ all morning, it's refreshing to see that not every MC needs to be a dickish buffoon. Not that I don't love JAQ Eail senpai notice me

Writing.

A bit OT.. What system is this using?

>>43847124
QM pulls target numbers from his ass. It's a time-honored tradition.

>>43847251
Quests are necessarily narrative-heavy. It's the format.

"We're running down a lead on a potential relic find out in the Northern Spin Ends. Deg's got an old contact at a Cetacean mining facility in the Kerls System, supposedly one of the prospecting crews found some pretty interesting energy readings on one of the moons."

She cocks her head, "we're jumping halfway across the galaxy because of "interesting energy readings?" Are you sure about this Captain?"

Questioning your decisions already? You frown a little.

"The "interesting energy readings" we're jumping halfway across the galaxy for were controlled, completely uniform. Like a machine. Except this machine must've been about the size of the whole moon, if Deg's friend is to be believed. Exxageration or no, it's worth at least looking into. It's either this, or gunning after pirates. This'll probably pay more, which is just another bonus."

"Sorry Captain, I didn't mean to question your authority," she replies apologetically, "That's no way for a n-"

You wave an exasperated tentacle, cutting her off mid sentence,

"Don't worry about it, you're allowed to have concerns. Just don't let them get in the way of the mission. Now," you change the subject, "what's the state of the engine room? No unplanned explosions I trust?"

"No Sir, I'm actually quite surprised that everything is in such good condition on a Felinid ship, not meaning any offence."

>Let her get back to work
>What do you mean Felinid ship?
>Laugh and agree

>>43847364
>What do you mean Felinid ship?

>>43847251
I love putting my hands in my ass, it comes naturally that I should incorporate it.

>>43847364
>What do you mean Felinid ship?

>>43847364
>What do you mean Felinid ship?
What do you mean 'You people?!'

>>43847364
>Let her get back to work
Our first mate had done his own modifications to ship anyway, and we knew that already.

>>43847364
>>Laugh and agree

"What do you mean, Felinid ship?" a bit of an edge audible, even to those unfamiliar with the Ceph dialect. Mara quails a little bit,

"I didn't mean anything by it! I just meant that Felinid ships are usually so... unique, I would expect some level of inefficiency due to unexpected mechanical arrangements."

You roll your eyes, not that the Corvid could interpret the motion on a Ceph like yourself.

"Look, Mara, I know you mean well. But Deg knows what he's doing, moreso than I care to admit in front of him," you chuckle a little, "he's been tinkiering with The Hot Needle since before I even owned her, you can trust he knows what he's doing. Ususally, at least."

"Of course sir, I understand," she nods her feathered head, "I should be getting back to the engineering bay, thank you for your time captain."

She effects what you imagine must be the Corvid version of a salute and waddles off down the hallway on her wings.

How long will it take her to get used to working on a tramp freighter like this one and not a Venator cruiser? You laugh internally and return to listening to your music.

It's a long way to the Kerls system, and you think of ways to pass the time.

>Take it easy (timeskip)
>Go to the cockpit, talk to Deg.
>Browse the news radio channels.
>Write in.

>>43847651
>Go to the cockpit, talk to Deg.

>>43847651
>Go to the cockpit, talk to Deg.

>>43847651
>Take it easy (timeskip)
And better description of Corvid salute

>>43847651
>Browse the news radio channels.
I don't want to get taken unawares by current events.

Brit OP, in case you're getting discouraged, today is a huge family holiday in the US.

If you had to describe the Corvid salute, you'd say it was something between the ancient human dance "The Stanky Leg" and circular waving of the opposit talon to the wing being outstretched. Quite the sight to be sure.

You decide it would be a good idea to talk to Deg before you settle in for the rest of the jump. Who knows what sort of shenanigans are running through that crazy cat's head?

The cool metallo-plast of your exosuit clamps around squishy flesh, squeezing it into a shape more suitable for "regular" gravity, a feeling you will neever truly get used to. A few beeps and whirs and you're on your way, metallic clangs echoing emptily in the hallway. The same, intense music rumbles on the other side of the cockpit door, muffled by three inches of steel and rubber sealing. Swift taps on the control panel open it, causing you to grimace at the suddenly increased volume.

"Turn that shit down, come one!" you reflexively bark over the din.

Deg turns the volume knob way down with a clawed hand, "Solomon, didn't see you there!" he beams, "get up here and pop a squat!"

Popping a squat is hardly the correct word for your ponderous and lumbering metallic frame, but you do nonetheless.

You look over to the russet furred Felinid, "stylish" black synthleather jacket festooned with garishly colourful patches and logos, each glowing with tiny flexible light tubes.

"What's up cap?"

>How are you feeling?
>Thoughts on the mission?
>Thoughts on Mara?
>Write in

>>43847943
>Thoughts on Mara?
Assess the newbie.

>>43847925
Canuck, I'm only too aware that the poor Americans don't know Thanksgiving was a month ago.

>>43847943
>How are you feeling?
Concerned since his brother died. He hasn't really confronted his feelings.

>>43847943

>How are you feeling?
>Thoughts on the mission?
>Thoughts on Mara?

>>43847963
We prefer to be called pal, friend, or buddy.

>>43847943
>Thoughts on Mara?

You as worried as I am about having a bird brain near the reactor core?

>>43848030
>casual racism

>>43848048

Why not? Does the MC really have to be another pure, unbiased diplomancer?

>>43847943
>>Thoughts on the mission?
>>Thoughts on Mara?

Writing! Thanks for reading so far guys, I'm hoping to run this more often/for longer when I have a functioning computer.

>>43848014
>not friendo
Maybe that's purely a Vancouver thing

>>43848048
>best racism

"What do you think of Mara? Think we made the right call letting a birdbrain that close to a nuclear fission engine?"

"I don't know cap," he says holding back giggles, "Corvids always seemed a bit FLIGHTY to me, you know?"

You hang your head in your hands, unable to help but smile. At least, the Ceph equivalent of smiling, which is quite literally horrifying to the other Uplifts, you've found the hard way.

"Come on Deg, I'm being serious, you don't think she's too green?"

He flips idly through radio stations, eventually settling on some relaxed Cephalapod jazz.

"Honestly cap, no more green than you when we picked you up way back when," with that last sentence he pauses a little, sinking back into his bucket seat.

"How are you feeling Deg?"

He paints a wide smile across his face that would seem genuine to anyone who hadn't been rolling running with him for almost a half a decade; the exposed rearmost teeth are what give it away.

"Feeling great cap, feeling great!" he lies through his teeth, knowing you know it.

"You can't put off talking about it forever Deg, it's going to kill you if you do."

Degivilas pulls himself out of the chair and walks over to the mini fridge built into the wall, takes out two slim cans and tosses one to you. He cracks his open and takes a deep swig, turning to stare out into the whirl of jump space.

"I don't know cap... you've lost family, you know how it is."

You look at the can, tiny in your prosthetic hands.

"Cephs don't have real families Deg, it's not the same and you know it."

He stands there silently, back stsill turned towards you.

>Push him to talk about it
>Change the subject, what's your take on the mission?
>Change the subject, write in

>>43848298
>Change the subject, what's your take on the mission?

>>43848298
>Change the subject, what's your take on the mission?

>>43848298

>Change the subject, what's your take on the mission?

Don't push, but this isn't over

>>43848298
>Change the subject, what's your take on the mission?

Writing. this is probably the last one for tonight as much as I hate to say it. Writing this all on an S5 is killing my eyes, sorry guys, I hate these short af threads as much as you guys do.

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>>43848569
>Still running on his phone

>>43848569

>Phone-quests

Part of me wants to praise your tenacity and commitment but a much larger part of me wants to call you a lunatic and suggest you hold off on this sort of thing until you have workable equipment.

Like, there have to be at least a few hobos out there who are 10/10 god-tier GM's, but you don't see them running games because trying to play GURPS in an alley full of broken glass when no one has pen and paper is just too much of a pain in the dick.

You toy the can back and forth between your hands, jazz on the radio doing little to lessen the palpably awkward silence.

"So," you say, breaking the moratorium, "what's your take on the mission? Think this lead's going to pay off?"

Deg turns back to face you, sitting hunched on the edge of the dashboard. He takes another deep drink and nods, wincing at the contents.

"I'd say so, yeah. Winston's might be a rubberskin but his head's on straight, least as straight as one of them can be. If it's not a relic, it'll probablybe something else good, even information pays these days if you got the right buyer."

*csssk* hisses the can as you crack it open with an alloyed digit, "and do you actually *have* the right buyer?"

Deg responds by waving his hand around in a vaguely reassuring way, in the way that someone telling you "not to worry about it" is reassuring; that being, not at all.

"What do you know about the Kerls system?"

"Besides the fact that it's a bunch of empty rocks in the middle of nowhere, with some Cetaceans digging holes in said empty rocks? Not a lot, can't say. It's out towards Freerock, only about a four hour jump away. Real dirty space out there, Kerls is on the very edge of it so it shouldn't be too hairy."

He takes another swig, and tosses it towards the bin. It clatters against the wall a half a metre to its left.

"Wanna know what really worries me though? S'been words, you know, just rumours and such, about Corvid patrol boats going dark just a ways past where we're headed. Just completely disapppearing into the night. Heard it was Alliance, but why the hell would they be picking off random patrols in the asscrack of the Spin Ends?"

You shake your head, "beats the hell out of me."

Despite your nonchalance, something nags at the back of your mind. Something...

Something.

>>43848724
I started running this from a computer like a normal person, but my laptop charger fucking broke the next day.

It's under warranty but the store its through is shit and it'll be at least a week and a half befor eI get a new charger, and I didn't want to wait that long in fear of losing hype.

>>43848724
>something
>uneasy

Like profiting from this job being contingent on selling an unknown object with unknown properties to an unknown buyer with unknown requirements, and you don't even really know if you can get said object? I should hpoe so.

>>43848924
Man, when you put it that way, this whole expedition starts to sound like a bad idea.

>>43848903
What brand laptop? Can probably buy new charger pretty cheap with delivery within two days.

>>43849002
I'm too embarassed to say anon

It's an alienware

It was a gift from my dad, and in fariness is a pretty solid computer but it breaks my heart knowing how much he overpaid for it.

And I'm too cheap to spend money ons something when I cann get it for free, even if it means waiting a week.

>>43848983

It's common knowledge that bad ideas breed fun results. Let's go relic hunting.

>>43848924
>energy signature described as being so sstrong it must have been the entire moon

>Yeah Mara just fold down the backseat, should fit if we bungee cord the trunk

>>43849060

>Strap it to the starboard side, Mara.
>Captain, is that really wise-
>It'll be fiiiiiiiine
>Crack beer, drink through mouthpiece.

I think it'd be hilarious if we just continually stick the bird with the absolute worst, most nonsensical duties on board the ship. True intern treatment.

>>43849101
I'm having a gas imagining what is essentially a 7 foot tall power armoured octopus and a ravewave cat guy drinking beers and arguing over who has better taste in space-bands

>>43849262

Mara tries to get a word in lengthwise about the redeeming qualities of Corvid-jazz, they just throw beer cans at her until she fucks off back to the engine room.

>>43849283
>piss of Mara you only say you like Corvid jazz because it was in the new Bond movie
>I bet you think Claudius VII Septarus is a good drummer

did this die?

>>43850834
Knowing OP, it's probably phone issues.

>>43850834
Did you miss where he stated that his previous post would be the last one for the night?

>>43850834
>>43850990
>>43851220
What if we use post-quest time to develop the setting further? Like, for one thing, subcultures of the uplifts. How many subcultures should we have, per uplift?

>>43852537
There's a separate setting thread

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>>43852537
Oh hai IG, guess you missed the setting thread this is all based off of. There are the Canids, Corvids, Felids, Cretaceans, tentacle people, AIs, and maaaaybe the nearly extinct progenitor species that created humanity itself. The subcultural varieties of each can be as varied as we can imagine them.

Now is there any chance you could draw up a pic of octopus in an exoskeleton drinking beers with a cat man in raver gear? I know you have it in you.

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>>43853211
>mfw you didn't realize I was there
>in the lore thread suggesting things
>yfw I'm currently making a Degivilas pic
>before I read your post
>yfw I'm posting it now

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While I think this is the wrong place to further develop the greater setting, knowing more about the capabilities of the Hot Needle and octopus terrestrial mobility exoskeleton could be important for future decision making.

>>43850834
Nah, I just had to pack it in for the night. Until I can get my computer going threads will probably be a bit shorter D:

>>43852537
>>43852988
IG was one of the original gangsters in that thread, but yeah I think starting a new, separate Heritage Setting Thread would probably be a better idea since the last one archived a day or so ago.

>>43853379
Fug man, this is so perfect.


Also guys I'm having difficulty with Twitter, in that for some reason it's telling me @Heritage_Quest both doesn't exist, but is already taken, and won't let me log in. I don't know if any of you guys actually followed it, but I'm going to have to set up a new one. Next thread is probably going to be tonmorrow afternoon, hangover allowing.