>NO BRAKES ON THE TANK

>>45828969
>NO BRAKES ON THE TANK

>>45828969
>>NO BRAKES ON THE TANK

WEEE!!! Tanks seems ok with it anyways, so why not?

>>45828969
>>NO BRAKES ON THE TANK

>>45828969
>NO BRAKES ON THE TANK

>>45828969
>>Okay, you've had your fun. Better get down.

>>45828969
>>NO BRAKES ON THE TANK

>tfw you'll never ride on an Astartes' shoulders

Why even live?

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>>45828969
>NO BRAKES ON THE TANK
Also, I had to go to sleep before the prompt, but thanks for picking best carrier last night.

>>45828969
>>NO BRAKES ON THE TANK
Tank best boy

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>>45829261
We're on Hornet CV-8, not CV-12. If it were the latter, she'd be packing bigger heat than mere bombers.

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>>45828969
>>NO BRAKES ON THE TANK

Also, a little art i make for this.
Tank will easily defeat them in race, no contest

>>45829319
Never thought I'd see those four again.

>>45829309
Ah, darn. Well, hopefully we'll see her some time. Given that Miss CV-8's out and about, think she'd be going by Kearsarge?

>>45829362
>>45829319
Who are the other four people?

>>45829388
From two Strike Witches Quests by Merc and Ghost Division.

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>>45829319
Holy shit.

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>>45829377
There could be several Kearsarges walking around, so there's gotta be some oterh way to differentiate them.

>>45828969
>>NO BRAKES ON THE TANK

>>45829261

Hell yeah! Also, Japanese ship-girls have been done to death already, so it was about time anyways that the nicer cousin of the U.S.A gets the spotlight this time.

>>45829319
OH WOW, that looks awesome!

>>45829388
That's Merlin on top of Frank, with the 'F', and Laika on top of Pierce, with the 'P'. They're from Strike witches '89, and Pararescue Witches '89 respectively.

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>>45828969
HAHAHAHA, THERE WERE NO BRAKES ON THE TANK.

Tank continues to part the the crowd like Moses parting the Red Sea. He gets numerous angry and poisonous looks, but nobody tries anything against the armored giant. Having a guy like Tank certainly had its perks.

This also gave you a much higher vantage point, letting you see more of the vendor booths. Up ahead, you could see one lined with aquarium tanks, filled with all sorts of exotic looking aquatic creatures. Maybe you could find out something there? The guys staffing the booth and the customers all looked pretty shady, just a tad shadier than the other booths you've seen...

"Bradford, any updates?" You ask through your commlink.

"We've boarded the station, and Lida's already trying to plug into the system." Bradford explains. "But if this data is as sensitive as I think it is, we might have to take it directly from their servers."

Hmmm, maybe you should just let them do their thing.

>Try to subtly gain information from the vendor.
>INTIMIDATE the vendor.
>Let the other team do its thing.
>Other

>>45829625
>INTIMIDATE the vendor.
We didn't get up here for nothing!

>>45829319
>Those arms
Is it me, or does Sam look pretty muscular?

>>45829667
Just my shitty drawing.

>>45829625
>>INTIMIDATE the vendor.
It'd be a waste of Tank if we didn't

>>45829625
>>INTIMIDATE the vendor.

>>45829625
>>Try to subtly gain information from the vendor.

We brought Elizabeth along for specifically this reason. Besides, it's not like we can't try with intimidation after if it fails after all.

Be the distraction, woolooloolooloo!!!

>>45829625
>>Try to subtly gain information from the vendor.

>>45829625
>Try to subtly gain information from the vendor.

>>45829625
>Try to subtly gain information from the vendor.
>>And then INTIMIDATE the vendor.

>>45829625
>Try to subtly gain information from the vendor.

>Try to subtly gain information from the vendor.

>>45829625
>Try to subtly gain information from the vendor.
While still on Tank.

>>45829625
>Other
Elizabeth as the good cop, Team Tank & Sam as the bad cops

>>45829625
>Other
Be the big distraction and let Elizabeth question the vendors.

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>>45829625
Okay, SUPER SERIOUS question now.

Talk on or off Tank?

>On
>Off

>>45830037
>>On

>>45830037
>On

>>45830037
>On

>>45830037
>>Off

If we the one that has to talk, then off. Less attention is better for subtlety.

>>45830037
>>Off

>>45830037
>On

>>45830037
>>On

>>45830078
That or we don't want to talk down to them and instead be on the same level as them.

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>>45829959
>Tank x Sam

I guess you can say...this ship Sank.

>>45830037
>On

>>45830078
That, and we'd look a lot less silly when not piggybacking on a huge mass of metal.

>>45830037
>On

>>45830037
>On

>>45830037
>On

>Off

>>45830048
>>45830053
>>45830059
As much as playing Master-Blaster would be fun... We don't control Barter-Town.

>>45829959
>>45830122
I swear it should've been SAM and MAX...

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>>45830180
I haven't heard anything about Tank's name being Max

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>>45830037
"Tank, that way!" You tap on his helmet to grab his attention as you point to the booth in question. Tank nods and shifts his direction that way. Almost immediately, the patrons at the front of the booth disappear like pirate ships jumping to FTL, leaving the poor vendor all by himself. The vendor clearly looks like he's considering running as well, but he clearly doesn't want to just abandon his booth.

Well, it's too late anyways, as Tank is already up at the front of the booth, glaring down at him with those artificial helmet eyes of his.

"U-um, is there a-a-anything I can help you with?" The vendor squeaks.

"Hey, hey mister, up here!" You snap your fingers. As you rest your elbow on top of Tank's helmet. "You happen to have any lobster in stock?"

"Ah, well, we do have a few right here!" The vendor laughs nervously as he points a shaky finger to one of the tanks in the back. Sure enough, you could see a couple of lobsters lazing away in it, completely unaware of what was happening outside their little world, or maybe they just didn't care.

"Well, maybe I didn't phrase this correctly." You rest an elbow on top of Tank's helmet as you lean forward a bit. "I was looking to see if you sold them in bulk."

"Well, that's a silly question!" The vendor sweats. "The creatures I sell here are merely pets! Which is a completely legitimate and legal use in all three territories!"

"Hey, HEY!" You snap your fingers. "This ain't the guy talking, I am! Eyes up here!"

"O-of course." The vendor nods rapidly. "T-these are all just pets, like I said!"

>It would be a shame if some of these tanks were to break.
>Elizabeth, you mind taking over?
>Other

>>45830636
>Elizabeth, you mind taking over?

>>45830636
>Elizabeth, you mind taking over?

>>45830636
>>Elizabeth, you mind taking over?

>>45830596
its a reference for this:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sam_%26_Max

>>45830636
>>Elizabeth, you mind taking over?

>>45830636
>>Elizabeth, you mind taking over?

Let the professional handle this.

>>45830636
>Elizabeth, you mind taking over?

>>45830636
>"And I need lobster pets for a very large number of people. What else could I have possibly meant?"

>>45830720
Either someone's holding a fancy party with a bunch of influential people, or it's a secret message that requires a cypher. to decode which will lead to a clue.

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>>45830784
Fancy party... in space?

>>45830636
>Elizabeth, you mind taking over?

>>45830636
>>Elizabeth, you mind taking over?

>>45830636
>Elizabeth, you mind taking over?

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>>45830930
Considering we're on a near-lawless frontier, dealing with other rich people at a fancy party is almost a given.

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>>45830636
Hmmmm, maybe it was better for Elizabeth to handle this.

"Hey, Elizabeth, you mind taking over?" You ask the spy.

"Gladly!" Elizabeth smiles as she seemingly slithers into the conversation, leaning down onto the counter, both elbows nestled onto it. "So, these are all pets, right? What if I wanted to give my friends some pets?"

"How many friends are we talking about?" The vendor frowns suspiciously, his eyes still darting to you and Tank.

"Oh, I have a VERY large friendlist. In the hundreds!" Elizabeth continues with her disarming smile. "Won't you please help me out here?"

"W-well." The vendor pauses as he looks around before leaning close to Elizabeth. "Bay 6 is where youw ant to go."

"Why thank you!" Elizabeth smiles happily as she taps Tank on the shoulder. "Come along now!"

"That's it?" You frown.

"If we pressed him any harder, I get the impression he would have panicked and done something stupid." Elizabeth explains. "At least this way we have a lead."

"Drat. I wanted to at least see an interrogation." Natalia sighs. "One of those tanks had a particularly rare Nerosian Deathstinger. I wanted to see how effective its neurotoxin would be on a human!"

You're kinda half glad that Elizabeth stopped things here now, actually.

"All right, so should we check it out?" You ask, still noticeably perched atop Tank.

"Well, it's up to you, but I'm sure you've figured out it's most likely a trap." Elizabeth shrugs.

"Well, if it's a trap, we'll at least know we're on the track." Natalia muses.

>We should go investigate it.
>Nah, it's too risky.
>Other

>>45831075
>We should go investigate it.

>>45831050
Space Cowboys, Space Pirates, and everyone in between. Sounds like the makings of a good adventure.

>>45831075
>>Nah, it's too risky.

>>45831075
>>Other
Second team will handle it. They'd expect us. We're just going to keep their attention elsewhere.

>>45831075
>Tank your thoughts? You'll be doing the heavy lifting.

>>45831075
>>We should go investigate it.

Have Tank, will travel.

>>45831075
This>>45831111

Let's get his opinion.

>>45831075
>We should go investigate it.

>>45831075
>>Nah, it's too risky.

>>45831075
I'll support this >>45831111

>>45831111
and >We should go investigate it
>>45831075

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>>45831096
Now we just need Space Ninjas

>>45831075
>>Nah, it's too risky.

>>45831050
I guess we need to figure out a way to get our Rogue Trader on.

>>45831096
Throw in some revenge, long lost loved ones and taking over the reins of a criminal enterprise and you have the plots to two space stories.

Speaking of which... Any theories on what our long lost sister might be up to?

>>45831332
Do Cerberus and Cat 6 count?

>>45831075
>>We should go investigate it.

>>45831332

The only laws we follows are RULES OF NATURE!!!

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>>45831332
Why not everybody? Space is big, frontier is free, you get to do whatever you want out here. Space Germans, Space Navajo, Space Vampires, Space Elves, Space Marines, the frontier has it all!

>>45831075
>We should go investigate it.
If only to keep everyone focused on us and not on the infiltration team.

>>45831075
>We should go investigate it

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I'd just like to say tat I'm having way too much damn fun with this.

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>>45831372
>get our Rogue Trader on
Send several thousand redshirts to die while we 420 blaze it in our dining room.

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>>45831075
"Hey Tank, you got no problems investigating, right?"

Tank shakes his head. He's ready for anything.

"Thought so." You grin as you activate your commlink. "Bradford, you got an update for us?"

"Scott managed to get us into the server room, and Lida's cracking their systems right now." Bradford reports. "Haven't had any encounters yet, but Scott warns that we may have a tougher time getting out than in. Looks like the crew have noticed that the maintenance paths are being used and they're stepping up patrols."

"All right, do what you have to." You say to him and turn to Elizabeth. "So how to we handle this?"

"Well, we don't exactly have weapons." Elizabeth shrugs.

"Says you." You frown.

"Okay, so I have a holdout on my person." Elizabeth giggles as a small pistol literally materializes in her hand in a flash of blue light. "But that's only one weapon between the four of us."

Tank turns his head to stare at Elizabeth hard.

"Okay, two weapons." She concedes.

"Well, I have a few... 'materials' that could be of use." Natalia smiles evilly. "Mostly few venoms, poisons, and other tactically useful chemicals."

Shit, and you had nothing. Best not to say that out loud.

"Well, in either case, it's not wise for all of us to go in at once." Elizabeth flips the pistol around to present it to you handle first. "I think I should go in. It's not the first trap I've had to bait myself with."

While she did have a point, Tank you felt would be the better choice. He was certainly more durable at the expense of tact, and the ability to actually talk.

>Let Elizabeth handle it.
>Let Tank handle it.
>Other

>>45831394
>space pirate hottie
YES
>robosexual catgirl
YES
>Zerg with a rocket launcher?
YES.

>>45831516
>Let Tank handle it.
did someone need a distraction?

>>45831516
>Let Elizabeth handle it.
We know what our personal terminator can do, let's let the intel agent show her stuff.

>>45831516
>Let Elizabeth handle it

>>45831516
>Let Elizabeth handle it.
And when it all goes to hell, we let Tank have his fun.

>>45831516
>>Let Tank handle it.

>>45831516
>Let Elizabeth handle it.

>>45831516
>>Let Elizabeth handle it.

Her recommendation, her choice. Trust the infiltrator to do her job.

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>>45831516
>>Let Elizabeth handle it.

>>45831538
Now we need KNIGHTS in SPACE

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>>45831628
Did somebody say SPACE KNIGHTS?

>>45831516
>Let Elizabeth handle it.

>>45831516
>Let Elizabeth handle it.
I want to stay riding on Tank.

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>>45831628
>KNIGHTS in SPACE
That is roughly what Tank's pics are taken from

>>45831516
>Let Elizabeth handle it.

>>45831711
But we've already gotten off.

>>45831394
For some reason this sounds like the opening of to a pitch used by "gently used" spaceship salesman.

FUND IT!

>>45831504
Lho sticks are one hell of a drug.

(Actually I'm pretty sure it's the Frenzon that gets you).

We need to stock up on redshirts. Also, we must have dealings with decadent xenos.

>>45831516
>Let Elizabeth handle it.

>>45831749
>stock up on redshirts
Tell Scott to send his robot waifus to die?

>>45831833
Oh god... he has those, doesn't he?

Yup, Scott is going to keep building them too (probably because somewhere he's convinced he has to make them better, faster, stronger, harder) kind of like how Tony Stark freaked out in Iron Man III and got all the way up to the mk. XXXVI.

>>45831945
I just hope he's recycling parts. He can't possibly store each and every single different version on the ship.

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>>45831628
NEXO
KNIGHTS

(Lavaria best girl)

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>>45831945
>inb4 running gag of "Oh my god they killed the robot!"
>"You bastards!"

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>>45831516
"All right, I'll trust you on this, then." You nod as you take the pistol. "So how the hell did you do that, anyways?"

"Something involving hardlight construction. I never really paid attention to the fine print." Elizabeth shrugs.

Suuuuure, she didn't. You get the impression she just didn't want, or wasn't allowed, to really say.

"Anyways, you can keep an eye through my eye implant." Elizabeth points to her left eye. "If I need help, I'll say 'Here come the fuzz.' Got it?"

"Uh huh." You nod. What an odd phrase. You wonder where she got it.

"All right, wish me luck!" Elizabeth gives a little wave before hitting the door control leading into Bay 6. You, Tank, and Natala take cover as Elizabeth walks through, and the blast doors slowly slam back into the closed position after she passes through. You activate your portable display, which begins projecting Elizabeth's visual feed directly to your eye. You see her looking around the landing bay, which save for some cargo crates and a pair of landed shuttles, seemed to be completely empty.

"You need this?" You ask as you try to hand the pistol to Tank.

Tank just gives you a look like you were a child asking the stupidest question ever in class.

"Right, sorry." You sigh.

"Well well well." Elizabeth's feed buzzes as the intercom speaks up. "I heard somebody was snooping around our little business. Care to tell us who you are?"

"Just a simple window shopper, that's all!" Elizabeth says sweetly. "Thought, it's pretty poor practice to treat your potential customers this way?"

The speaker laughs bitterly.

"We know you boarded from an Accord ship. What's your angle?"

(cont)

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>>45831982
>Hides the extra robots in the missile tubes
>Space battle happens
>"Captain, don't fire the missiles!"
>"Fire all missiles!"

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>>45832074
"No angle, I'm just looking for business opportunities!" Elizabeth explains. "After all, even people in the Accord have their needs!"

"Well Miss, I'd like to believe ya, but..." The voice sighs. "Better to be safe than sorry."

Suddenly, the lights inside the bay go red as alarm klaxons blare.

"Um, Elizabeth, what's that for?" You ask.

"Erm, that means they're shutting off the containment field." Elizabeth laughs nervously. "Meaning I'll be sucked out into space."

"Open the door!" You tell Tank.

"That won't work. The doors seal as a safety measure." Elizabeth sighs. "Don't worry, I expected something like this to happen. I'll be fine!"

Something in her voice tells you that even she's not so certain.

"Just get out of here before they find you too!" Elizabeth continues.

Indeed, you could hear the sound of boots slamming against the metal floor as they came closer.

>All right, good luck.
>Tank, get that door open, I don't care how!
>Other

>>45832098
>Tank, get that door open, I don't care how!

>>45832098
>>Tank, get that door open, I don't care how!

>>45832098
>>Tank, get that door open, I don't care how!

These things just do love to go pear shaped.

>>45832098
>>Tank, get that door open, I don't care how!

>>45832098
>>Tank, get that door open, I don't care how!

Ha ha ha, are you kidding me Elizabeth? no way are we risking your life when we don't have to. Yeesh...

>>45832098
>>Tank, get that door open, I don't care how!

>>45832098
>Tank, get that door open, I don't care how!

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>>45831982
He probably would. Besides, the ship would get jealous.

>>45832098
>Tank, get that door open, I don't care how!

>>45832098
>Tank, get that door open, I don't care how!

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>>45832190
>Scott accidentally makes every machine his waifu

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>>45832098
"Tank, open that door! I don't care how!" You bark.

Tank nods and cracks his steel knuckles. There was only one way Tank did things, and it pretty much always worked. There were many kinds of doors and ways to keep them closed. Mechanical locks, electronic locks, magnetic fields, steel bolts, etc. But the one thing they all had in common was that in the end, they had to open up in way or another.

AND BY GOD, Tank would find a way to open that fucking door.

Tank digs his armored fingers into the crack where the doors seal, and with an electronic grunt, PULLS, his powered armor screeching at the effort.

"W-what are you doing?" Elizabeth asks.

"Elizabeth, just get your ass to the door and get read to get through it when it opens!" You order her.

"But-"

"JUST DO IT!" You yell as you take cover behind a crate, your borrowed pistol at the ready.

"Ehehehe, Captain, may I suggest we use this?" Natalia dangles a vial of freakish green liquid.

"Depends, what is it?" You raise an eyebrow.

"An acid that instantly evaporates into a mist when exposed to air. Just think of it as acid in aersol form!" Natalia giggles.

>No way in goddamn hell.
>Don't you have anything a bit... weaker?
>At this point I'd use anything.
>Other

>>45832435
>>Don't you have anything a bit... weaker?

>>45832435
>Don't you have anything a bit... weaker?

>>45832435
>At this point I'd use anything.

>>45832435
>>Don't you have anything a bit... weaker?

>>45832435
>At this point I'd use anything.

>>45832435
>>Don't you have anything a bit... weaker?
Can we just dilute it with water?

Oh crap, did you have to add water to acid or acid to water...

>>45832435
>Other
>Is it too much to ask for a regular smoke bomb?

>>45832435
>>Don't you have anything a bit... weaker?

Er...not that I'm against getting some help here, using acid gas however almost seems like a war-crime, not to mention how disgusting the effects would look if it worked.

>>45832435
GAME ON

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>>45832369
>Scott accidentally makes every machine his waifu
>Singularity occurs
>Machines lock Scott in a room until he chooses ONE waifu or dies
>?????
>Profit

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>>45832590
>Entirety of humanity tries playing matchmaker for Scott

>>45832435
>Don't you have anything a bit... weaker?

>>45832485
>Oh crap, did you have to add water to acid or acid to water...
You mix bases into acids, because bases are denser and sink through the acid. The other way around causes the acid to stay on top and BOIL.

>>45832435
>At this point I'd use anything

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>>45832435
"Don't you have anything a little bit... weaker?" You frown.

"Fiiiiiiine." Natalia rolls her eyes, once again her chance to show off limited by silly notions like ETHICS and MORALITY. She pulls out a different vial, clear this time. "This one is a smoke bomb, which would impair their visibility."

"Yeah, use that one." You nod.

Natalia sighs as she tosses the vial down the hall, right when a squad of armed goons round the corner, only to be knocked by an explosion of smoke.

"Ah, what the hell!" One of the men cries.

"Fall back! Fall back!" The other man utters.

"Captain, we got the data, but Lida's saying an alarm's gone off!" Bradford's voice cuts in on the radio. "She says it's nothing on our end. Is something happening?"

"Oh... we just kicked the hornet's nest." You say as nonchalantly as you can.

"We can come support you if you need it." Bradford offers.

>Any help we can get!
>No, get Lida and Scott back to the ship first. That data is more important.
>Other

>>45832712
>No, get Lida and Scott back to the ship first. That data is more important.

>>45832712
>>No, get Lida and Scott back to the ship first. That data is more important.

>>45832712
>>No, get Lida and Scott back to the ship first. That data is more important.

No no no, we got it, that data is more important. If all else fails, we still have Tank, and you don't.

>>45832712
>>No, get Lida and Scott back to the ship first. That data is more important.
And their lives!

>>45832712
>>No, get Lida and Scott back to the ship first. That data is more important.

>>45832712
>No, get Lida and Scott back to the ship first. That data is more important.
They have guns, we have a Tank

>>45832712
>No, get Lida and Scott back to the ship first. That data is more important.

>>45832712
>No, get Lida and Scott back to the ship first. That data is more important.

>>45832712
>No, get Lida and Scott back to the ship first. That data is more important.

>>45832712
>No, get Lida and Scott back to the ship first. That data is more important.

>>45832712
>No, get Lida and Scott back to the ship first. That data is more important.

>>45832712
>>No, get Lida and Scott back to the ship first. That data is more important.

>>45832712
>>No, get Lida and Scott back to the ship first. That data is more important.

>>45832712
>Any help we can get!
I'm being needlessly contrarian.

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>>45832712
"No, get Lida and Scott back tot he ship first. That data is more important!" You instruct.

"Okay, Captain. Just a warning, though. Station security is in an uproar. Whatever you're going to do, do it fast because the whole station is going to be locked down soon." Bradford warns.

"Noted, now get moving." You say before cutting the transmission. You then lean out from the crate a bit and fire off a few shots from the pistol, discharging bright blue bolts of plasma into the smoke cloud at the end of the hall and eliciting panicked shrieks.

"Tank, how's that door doing?"

Tank doesn't say anything as he pries the door open ever so slightly. Just a few inches, but just enough to see Elizabeth peeking through.

"Don't! If you open the door now, you'll just get sucked out too!" Elizabeth yells through the gap.

"Noted!" You grunt as you fire a few more bursts, but the goons are getting their shit back together and start firing back. Thankfully, they're just regular slug throwers, and the bullets bounce uselessly off the crate and Tank's back. Finally, he pries the door open just enough that he's able to reach through the crack and yank Elizabeth into the (relative) safety of the hall.

And just in time, too. The landing bay seal finally fails, causing the entire bay to rapidly decompress with no barrier from the vacuum of space. You can feel the air being sucked out through the gap in the door like water going through the drain.

"Tank, can't you close that?!?" You ask.

Tank shrugs. He OPENS doors. He was never too concerned about CLOSING them again.

(cont)

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>>45833123
"Damnit..." You scowl.

"So, how are we getting out of here?" Elizabeth asks, huddling to cover behind the crate along with you and Natalia.

"Well, we can just punch through them with Tank..." You suggest.

"Well, there IS an alternative plan." Natalia points to the door. "We already have what we need, right? Let's just position the ship outside the bay and let physics take care of the rest."

You and Elizabeth both stare at Natalia as if she's gone crazy. Well, crazier.

"What, am I wrong?" Natalia blinks.

You and Elizabeth both look at Tank. Tank just shrugs.

>Go with your idea.
>Go with Natalia's idea.
>Other

>>45833136
>Go with Natalia's idea.
I'm fine with crazy.

>>45833136
>Go with Natalia's idea.

>>45833136
>>Go with Natalia's idea.

>>45833136
>>Go with Natalia's idea.

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>>45833136
>Go with Natalia's idea.
I'm loving this plan. I'm excited to be a part of it!

>>45833136
>>Go with Natalia's idea.

>>45833136
>>Go with your idea.

Screw that, Natalia isn't a physicist, she's a doctor! trust in the Tank instead!

Besides, wouldn't that mean kicking more ass, and thus be more fun for Tank anyways?

>>45833136
>Go with Natalia's idea.

>>45833136
>>Go with Natalia's idea.

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>>45833157
How illogical...

>Go with Natalia's idea

>>45833196
Tank DID want to do a spacewalk earlier.

>>45833136
>Go with your idea.

>>45833136
>>Go with Natalia's idea.

Follow the boobie doctor

>>45833136
>Go with Natalia's idea.
I think we have our new theme song.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wyz_2DEah4o

>>45833235
That's true... Hmmm... Alrighty then!

>>45833136
>>Go with Natalia's idea.

>>45833136
>Go with Natalia's idea.

>>45833245
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xpwK1KKp0J4

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>>45833136
"Fine, we'll go with your idea!" You groan, ready to quickly regret your decision. "Tank! Open that door even more!"

Tank nods as he grasps the door edges and gives another might pull, grinding the doors open even more. The wind gets even more powerful, even slowly pulling the crate you're taking cover behind closer to the door.

"Jesus, they're opening the door!" One of the goons yells.

"Fall back! We don't got a death wish like them!" Another squeals.

Tank turns back to the three of you and motions for you to get closer. You all form up on him, and his giant arm wraps around all three of you like a big bundle of hay.

"A bit tight, Tank." You wheeze as your body is pressed against Natalia and Elizabeth's.

Elizabeth has a similarly uncomfortable look on her face, while Natalia doesn't seem too bothered about it.

"So uh, these suits of ours ARE protected against vacuum, right?" You ask Elizabeth again for confirmation.

"For a minute or two, yes." Elizabeth nods. "It shouldn't be a problem if your helsmwoman is as good as she says she is."

"I heard that!" Amy's voice grunts over the comm. "Anyways, I'm in position outside Bay 6! If you're gonna come out, it better be now!"

"Tank." You sigh, bracing for the inevitable.

Tank nods. He braces his arm against one door edge and his foot against the other. With one last great effort, Tank's muscles and armors pry the blast doors fully open. Then, as if a lasso was looped around you all, you're all yanked out of the station and into the vacuum of space.

You're pretty sure you're screaming while this is happening, but you don't hear it, or anything for that matter, since sound couldn't travel in vacuum.

That just made you scream even harder.

Your suit beeps when it detects the vacuum and projects a protective shield sphere around your head, keeping the worst of the harsh environment at bay, if only for a little while.

(cont)

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>>45833539
And then you see the hull of the Gullinbursti, lazily sitting just outside the bay. Tank sees it too, and with a puff from built in maneuvering jets in his armor, orients himself so he hits the hull feet first, the leg joints in his armor absorbing the impact.

"Jesus, even I felt that!" Amy grunts. "Opening the nearest airlock!"

You can see a set of doors slide open on the hell, and Tank leaps in, the three of you still securely held under his arm. It's not until the airlock closes and pressurizes that he finally lets go.

"OHMYGOD!" You groan as you flop onto the deck and try to catch your breath.

"Hahaha, so that's what nearly suffocating feels like!" Natalia chuckles as she lies on her back, arms outstretched. "Simply rapturous..."

"N-not my preferred choice of extract." Elizabeth wheezes. "But it worked."

Tank then reaches his hand to you, helping back up to your feet first, and then Elizabeth. He just leaves Natalia lying there, though she didn't really seem to complain.

"Captain!" Bradford's voice cuts in on your comm. "We need you on bridge!"

"What's wrong!?" You ask.

"Station security has scrambled patrol ships, and they're demanding that we dock and explain ourselves." Bradford says. "What do we do?"

>Stall them until I get there.
>Just do what they say.
>Get us out of here, Bradford.
>Other

>>45833558
>>Get us out of here, Bradford.

"Bradford, we can NEVER come back here again.
Add it to the list."

>>45833558
>Get us out of here, Bradford.
We got the data, now we run.

>>45833558
>Stall them until I get there

>>45833558
>>Stall them until I get there.

>>45833558
>>Stall them until I get there.

Time to be the Captain, prepare the BS!!!

>>45833558
>>Get us out of here, Bradford.

>>45833558
>Stall them until I get there.

>"Hahaha, so that's what nearly suffocating feels like!" Natalia chuckles as she lies on her back, arms outstretched. "Simply rapturous..."
This ship's doctor is no good.

>>45833558
>Get us out of here, Bradford.

>>45833558
>Get us out of here, Bradford.

>>45833558
>>Stall them until I get there.

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>>45833642
>This ship's doctor is no good.
I believe that has been established.

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>>45831372
>Any theories on what our long lost sister might be up to?
She never existed. She's just a figment of the imagination, implanted in Sam's head to make her carry out programmed orders.

>>45833558
>Get us out of here, Bradford.

Flip them the bird and tell them they have shitty service.

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>>45833686
>>45833642

Well, at least she washes her hands and sterilizes her equipment (Presumably).

>>45833686
I expected the madness, not the masochism.

>>45833539
>since sound couldn't travel in vacuum.
Nonsense. Everyone knows that sound travels faster in space, since there's nothing to get in the way.

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>>45833558
"Stall them until I get there." You wheeze as you try to catch your breath.

Tank bends down out of concern for you, but you put our arm up to stop him.

"Thanks Tank, I can take it from here." You pat his armored shoulder. "You should help Elizabeth and Natalia."

Tank nods and stays behind as you exit the airlock and dash for the bridge.

"Captain, I've done the best I could, but they're definitely not happy." Bradford sighs as you sit down in your chair.

"What have we got?" You ask as you boot up your tactical display.

"Three corvette-class ships. Energy signatures suggest they're using energy weapons like ours." Lida reports.

Huh, you guess with an organization like the Guild, they had the money to get nothing but the best.

"Gullinbursti, this is Station Control. I repeat, power down your systems and dock at Bay 1." The controller's voice says with a hard edge. "Failure to do so will result in us firing on your ship!"

>Try to talk your way out of this.
>Make a run for it.
>Comply with their demands.
>Other

>>45833852
>Try to talk your way out of this.

>>45833852
>Try to talk your way out of this.

>>45833852
>>Try to talk your way out of this.

Ha ha ha, no docking, anything but the docking. Power up the engines at the same time? we do have the shield and the regenerating armor to take a few hits after all.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>45833852
>Try to talk your way out of this.
Warm up the dice?

>>45833852
>Try to talk your way out of this.
Not because I want to legitimately talk my way out of it, but because leaving with a giggle is better than leaving in silence.

>>45833852
>>Try to talk your way out of this.

>>45833880
>>45833881
>>45833889
>>45833898
>>45833904
>>45833929
So what are we going to say? Do we pretend like we're complying? How do you guys want to play it?

>>45833972
We were inspecting cargo and then the station's workers attempted to assassinate one of our crew?

>>45833972
We tell them they want the people who caused the docking bay's containment to fail, it wasn't us.

And if they don't comply, we'll just take our evidence of contraband smuggling to command so they set up a perimeter around the station and search every ship approaching and leaving the station. Smugglers will be arrested, everyone else will need to pay tolls for passing through Accord space, both ways. Have fun not getting merchants to your trading station.

>>45833852
>Comply with their demands.
We were perfectly within our rights to defend ourselves.
We had just headed down to Bay 6 to buy some arthropod pets, when the vendors tried to kill us.

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>>45833852
You decide that it's best for you to talk your way out of this. You'd rather not poison your relations with the Guild right from the get go.

"Station Control, this is Captain Wellings of the Gullinbursti. For what reason are you asking us to be taken into your custody?" You ask.

"Your ship is in violation of station safety procedures by breaking from your designated docking point without permission. You are also suspected of causing significant property damage to the station, as well as disturbing the peace." The controller grunts. "You are required to personally appear in front of our disciplinary committee in order to explain your actions."

Hmmm, well, it doesn't seem like they're aware of the data theft. but maybe this was a pretext to get you back on the station.

>Understood. We'll talk in person.
>Sorry, but we're on official Accord business, and we have to be going.
>Big talk for a station that's harboring criminals.
>Other

>>45834180
>Understood. We'll talk in person.

>>45834180
>Big talk for a station that's harboring criminals.

>>45834180
>Big talk for a station that's harboring criminals.

>>45834180
Supporting this.
>>45834111

>>45834111
Do they know that we have data on that? Also, we don't know who is implicated by what we have.

>>45834180
>>Sorry, but we're on official Accord business, and we have to be going.

Gotta run before they realize we stole the data--otherwise I doubt Fro-Yo and the Accord will be able to get us out of trouble.

>>45834180
>>Sorry, but we're on official Accord business, and we have to be going.

Nope, not falling for that, and we're just about done here anyways. We'll gladly pay whatever penalties or fines for the next time we come though.

>>45834180
>>Sorry, but we're on official Accord business, and we have to be going.

>>45834180
>Big talk for a station that's harboring criminals.

And supporting >>45834111

>>45834180
>Sorry we have to be going.
Lets not admit who we work for.

>>45834180
>>Sorry, but we're on official Accord business, and we have to be going.

>>45834300
>admit who we work for
>when it's painfully obvious who we work for
>they called us out as being an Accord ship and we already confirmed it last thread
No, anon. They already know who we work for.

>>45834180
>Sorry, but we're on official Accord business, and we have to be going.

>>45833558
>Stall them until I get there.
We were just checking on the rumor that pirates were hiding on the station, and we were lured into a trap by said pirates. It's as simple as that.

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>>45834180
"Sorry, but we're on official Accord business, and we have to be going." You say. "You know, criminal investigation and all."

THAT certainly creates a pause. After all, the Accord was a powerful economic bloc that even Guild had to respect. No doubt, the controller was conferring with his bosses over what to do.

"Gullinbursti, you will be let off with a warning at this time." The controller grumbles. "Keep in mind that if you perform any more infractions in our space in the future, we will not be so accommodating."

>Guild Reputation has degraded from NEUTRAL to CAUTIOUS.

"Roger that, Control." You no as you quickly motion for Amy to FTL jump before they change their minds. "Your kindness will be remembered."

"We'll see about that."

The three patrol corvettes do not pursue as Amy files Gullinbursti out to the FTL jump point.

"So, do we had back to Eridani?" Amy asks. "Try and get a handle on all that data?"

"Captain, we can double back in quiet mode and see if there's any unusual activity in response to our departure." Bradford suggests.

"What, and piss them off even more?" Elsa raises an eyebrow.

"Only if we're caught." Bradford replies.

>Let's not risk it. Head back to base.
>Won't hurt to stick around for a bit.
>Other

>>45834471
>Let's not risk it. Head back to base.

>>45834471
>Won't hurt to stick around for a bit.

>>45834471
>>Won't hurt to stick around for a bit.

>>45834471
>Let's not risk it. Head back to base.

>>45834471
>Won't hurt to stick around for a bit.
Holy shit a reputation system.

>Let's not risk it. Head back to base.

>>45834471
>Won't hurt to stick around for a bit.

>>45834471
>>Let's not risk it. Head back to base.

I'm not feeling that greedy today, especially when we explicitly told them that we were busy and needed to go ASAP. Also do not want to risk dropping reputation with them any further.

>>45834471
>>Let's not risk it. Head back to base.

Not after what we just pulled off.

>>45834471
>Let's not risk it. Head back to base.

>>45834471
>>Let's not risk it. Head back to base.

>>45834471
>Won't hurt to stick around for a bit.

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>>45834471
"Let's not risk it. We'll head right back to base." You say.

"Roger that." Bradford defers to your order. "Amy, you heard her."

"Yep, already charting the course and... done!" Amy presses a key and the Gullinbursti makes its FTL jump.

"Captain, may I suggest having Natalia give you checkup? You were exposed to hard vacuum, after all." Bradford says. "I believe she's checking on Parker right now."

>Discuss the data with Lida and Scott.
>Talk to Elizabeth at the infirmary.
>Check up on Tank.
>Stay on the bridge.
>Other

>>45834688
>Talk to Elizabeth at the infirmary.

>>45834688
>Talk to Elizabeth at the infirmary.

>>45834688
>>Talk to Elizabeth at the infirmary.

Suggestion is good.

>>45834688
>>Check up on Tank.
then
>Talk to Elizabeth at the infirmary.
then
>Discuss the data with Lida and Scott.

>>45834688
>Talk to Elizabeth at the infirmary.

>"I believe she's checking on Parker right now."
Is that what they call it these days?

>>45834688
this >>45834717

>>45834688
>>Discuss the data with Lida and Scott.

>>45834717
Supporting

>>45834688
>>45834717
This.

>>45834688
>>Talk to Elizabeth at the infirmary.

>>45834688
Supporting >>45834717

>>45834688
>>45834717
Supporting this.

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>>45834688
You decide to go check on Tank to see how he was doing. You head over to the armory where he most likely was hanging out. Indeed, you see Tank there, dutifully doing inventory on the various assorted weapons and armors, a tiny little clipboard somehow being held in his massive gauntlets as he carefully checks off his list.

You know, you actually didn't know all that much about Tank. His personnel files were pretty sparse on details, and he was never really the talkative type. Hell, you didn't even know what he looked like. The guy was a big enigma in all respects. Maybe you could ask Elizabeth if she knew anything about him?

Anyways, you walk in slowly, knocking on the wall to get his attention. The way Tank slowly turns to face you indicates that he already knew you were coming, so the knocking was a bit unnecessary.

"Hey there, big guy. How are you doing?" You ask with a smile.

Tank shrugs.

"Not hurt or anything, I wager."

Tank shakes his head.

>Ask him how his opinion on Accord armor.
>Ask him what he thinks of Elizabeth.
>Ask him what he thinks of his new robot buddies.
>Other

>>45834688
>Discuss the data with Lida and Scott.

>>45834896
>>Ask him what he thinks of his new robot buddies.

>>45834896
>Ask him how his opinion on Accord armor.
>Ask him what he thinks of his new robot buddies.

>>45834896
>Ask him how his opinion on Accord armor.

>>45834896
>>Ask him what he thinks of his new robot buddies.

Maybe we can upload some custom personalities into them if they're not to his liking.

>>45834896
>>Ask him how his opinion on Accord armor.

>>45834896
>Ask him how his opinion on Accord armor.

>>45834896
>>Ask him what he thinks of his new robot buddies.
Anyone else Tank is either Sig or Producer?

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>>45834950
Either P-san or Roy Powers. Because tanks.

>>45834964
Could it be Roy is the Producer's true identity?

I missed lewd Tarin.

>>45834964
>>45834950
I'm half expecting it to be Tarin.

>>45835075
That makes sense but at the same time it wouldn't since there should be paperwork regarding basic info on our crews.

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>>45835075
>>45835072
Tank would more likely be Cyberpunk Idols Tarin.

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>>45834896
"So, how's all that new Accord tech been treating you?" You ask as you take a seat on one of the work tables, your legs dangling back and forth over the edge. "Like those robot drones. What do you think about them? Easier to work with than regular humans, or more difficult?"

Tank shrugs.

"No opinion?"

Shrug.

"Better cannon fodder, at least?"

Tank nods. He'd feel guilty if he used a human as a shield.

"Heh, thought so." You chuckle. "Don't mind working with them?"

Tank nods. As long as Scott keeps them in working order there's nothing to complain about.

"I know you tend to prefer the rougher and tougher Hegemony stuff, but it looks like you're doing too bad in this armor.

Tank shrugs.

"Gotta be a bit more expressive than that." You frown. "Come on, you don't have to be shy around me."

Tank points to his own chest and gives a thumbs up. Guess he likes it. He then points to YOU and gives a thumbs down. You pause to try and figure out what he means when it suddenly hits you.

"W-well it's not like I have much choice in the matter." You grumble as your cheeks redden a bit.

Tank puts his hands on his hips, clearly not convinced.

>Well, the uniform does have its benefits...
>I'm telling the truth here!
>Other

>>45835154
refer to this >>45835139


As much as that will prove interesting, I don't believe Sam will just assume Tank is a guy without basic paperwork

>>45835180
>>Well, the uniform does have its benefits..

>>45835180
>>Well, the uniform does have its benefits...

>>45835180
>Well, the uniform does have its benefits...

>>45835180
>It's my fetish.

>>45835180
>Well, the uniform does have its benefits...

>>45835180
>Well, the uniform does have its benefits...

>>45835180
>Ask Tank if he can fit you for power armor

>>45835319
but we might be able to grow.

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>>45835319
I don't think they make power armor that small.

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>>45835180
"Ah, well, the uniform does have its benefits..." You chuckle.

Tank bends down to glare at you straight in the face.

"It's not sexual harassment if the Captain does it." You grin.

Tank just shakes his head, exasperated that you still haven't changed.

"Frankly, I'm surprised you haven't shown any approval for it." You give a sly grin and prod your elbow into his chestplate. "Or maybe you are and you're just hiding it?"

Tank calmly and gently swats your arm away. He's not taking the bait.

"Fine." You pout. "I'm gonna head over to the infirmary. You want to come with?"

Tank shrugs.

>Bring Tank with you.
>Leave him be.
>Other

>>45835409
>Leave him be.

>>45835409
>>Leave him be.

>>45835397
"But we might be able to grow!"

>Bring Tank with you.

>>45835409
>Leave him be.
He has work to do, we've raised his affection metre enough for today.

>>45835409
>Leave him be.

>>45835409
>Leave him be.

>>45835409
>>Leave him be.

>>45835409
>>Bring Tank with you.

>>45835409
>>Bring Tank with you.

I want Tank to see that will will grow Atago size proportions!

>>45835409
>Leave him be.

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>>45835436
>grow
How? Are we gonna chug down more of Natalia's mystery drinks?

>>45835409
>>Bring Tank with you.

>>45835514
Sure, why not or at least have her spike our drinks.

I want Bismarck size Sam. Or lewd Bismarck Sam

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>>45835541
>Trusting the concoctions of a mad scientist with no real morals

>>45835592
but those are the best concoctions

>>45835409
>>Leave him be.

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>>45835611
>Mad scientist
>Acid grenades
>Random creations
>Human testing
>Best concoctions

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>>45835409
"Well, I'll leave you to your work, then." You say as you push yourself off the table and stand up.

Tank gives a slight nod and pats you on the shoulder before returning to inspecting all of the assembled weapons and armor. You exit the armory and head for the infirmary, where you see Elizabeth sitting on the examination table, trying to keep Natalia at arm's length.

"You certainly have a persistent doctor, Captain." Elizabeth laughs nervously. "Very dedicated to her science..."

"Natalia, what exactly are you trying to force feed her?" You groan.

"Oh, just a refinement of the growth formula that I gave you before!" Natalia says cheerfully. "Like you, it appears she'd benefit greatly from it!"

"W-what are you talking about?!" Elizabeth blinks in surprise.

>Knock it off, Natalia.
>Huh. Proceed.
>Well, I guess I could try it...
>Other

>>45835696
>Well, I guess I could try it...

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>>45835696
>Well, I guess I could try it...
To prove that it's perfectly safe of course.

>Knock it off, Natalia.

Once was funny, more than that and we're just entering magical realm territory.

>>45835696
>>Knock it off, Natalia.

>>45835696
>Knock it off, Natalia.

>>45835696
>>Well, I guess I could try it...

Rolled 1 (1d3)

>>45835696
1. >Knock it off, Natalia.
2. >Huh. Proceed.
3. >Well, I guess I could try it...

>>45835696
>>Knock it off, Natalia.

>>45835696
>>Well, I guess I could try it...

As long if its safe.

>>45835696
>Well, I guess I could try it...

Let's do it, i want to see if Sam will grow taller this time.

>>45835696
>>Well, I guess I could try it...

Can't not choose this option!

>>45835696
>Huh. Proceed.
>Well, I guess I could try it...

Let's see if different bodies react to it.

>>45835696
>Knock it off, Natalia.

>>45835696
>>Well, I guess I could try it...

>>45835696
>Well, I guess I could try it...

>>45835696
>Knock it off, Natalia.

>>45835696
>Huh. Proceed.

>>45835709
why not enter the magical realm.

>>45835817
It ain't like Merc's gonna go anywhere near softcore porn anyway. Nothing beyond what you'd see in anime at least.

>>45835817
Eh, there's a time and a place for that and I just don't think that this is it.