FIRST POST

>>45973123
[MUFFLED NAVYPOSTING IN THE DISTANCE]

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>>45973101

INFINITE SPACE, FUCK YEAH!

>>45973101
>All right, but they're restricted to the station only.
The station seems to have plenty on it anyway.

>>45973101
>>All right, but they're restricted to the station only.

>>45973101
>>I guess I can let them go dirtside.

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>>45973101
>>All right, but they're restricted to the station only.

Thanks, captain!

>>45973101
>>All right, but they're restricted to the station only.

>>45973101
>>I guess I can let them go dirtside.
Time for space!

>>45973101
>>All right, but they're restricted to the station only.

Sure, but not too far. We might have to leave soon when done decrypting the data after all.

>>45973101
>All right, but they're restricted to the station only.

Test run first. If it looks like the data guys are going to have a tough time of it, then perhaps we can consider letting them go planetside.

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>>45973101
>>All right, but they're restricted to the station only.

I bet a few are going to an IDOL concert.

>>45973101
>All right, but they're restricted to the station only.
Full R&R is for after we take down the smuggling ring.

>>45973327
Even in the far future, people are still somehow going to crash idol concerts....

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>>45973327
I'm betting they'll be doing operator things on the side.

>>45973101
>All right, but they're restricted to the station only.

>>45973327
>We go to an idol concert to get Tank an autograph.

>>45973101
>>All right, but they're restricted to the station only.

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>>45973101
"All right, they're free to leave the ship, but they're restricted to the station only." You announce. "If I catch any of them trying to sneak dirtside, they're scrubbing the outer hull clean."

"I'll be sure to relay that to them, Captain." Bradford nods. "And what will you be doing?"

>I'm gonna go hit a bar or something.
>Go oversee the data analysis.
>Check in with Frolaytia.
>Other

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>>45973937
>I'm gonna go hit a bar or something.
Time to meet other captains!

>>45973937
>>Go oversee the data analysis.

>>45973937
>>I'm gonna go hit a bar or something.

>>45973937
>Check in with Frolaytia.

>>45973937
>>Go oversee the data analysis.

Muh data!

>>45973937
>>I'm gonna go hit a bar or something.

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>>45973937
>>Other

Hang out with Bradford. Tank can tag along!

>>45973937
>>I'm gonna go hit a bar or something.

>>45973937
>>Check in with Frolaytia.

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>>45974108
>Go to a club
>Tank decides to dance

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>>45973937
"Well, I suppose I'm gonna go hit a bar or something. Just unwind for a bit." You sigh as you stretch your arms out. "Might give me a chance to meet the other captains around here."

"Understood, Captain." Bradford nods. "I'll stay here to keep an eye on the ship.

"You don't wanna come along?" You raise an eyebrow.

"You of all people should know that I don't drink." Bradford grunts. "I don't think it's healthy."

>Aw come on, it'll be fun!
>Whatever you say.
>Other

>>45974324
>Whatever you say.
Gotta have someone watch the ship

>>45974324
>Whatever you say.

>>45974324
>>Whatever you say.

XOs gotta do what XOs do.

>>45974324
>Whatever you say.

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>>45974324
>>Aw come on, it'll be fun!

YOU ARE GONNA HAVE FUN, CENTRAL, AND YOU ARE GONNA LIKE IT

>>45974324
>>Whatever you say.

>>45974324
>>Whatever you say.

>>45974324
>>Aw come on, it'll be fun!

>>45974324
>Whatever you say.

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>>45974324
"Whatever you say." You shrug. "More booze for me!"

"Captain, frankly speaking, we all know that you're TERRIBLE" Bradford shakes his head and sighs "Can you please try to moderate yourself this time?"

"I can't give you any promises." You chuckle as you head out of the bridge.

Already, you notice that the ship is a lot emptier than it usually was. Looks like word of the leave spread quicker than you thought. Even your own bridge crew, save Bradford, is practically nowhere to be found. You trust that they'd all be mature enough to take care of themselves as you move through the halls of Eridanus Station. THIS time, you make sure to get proper directions so as not to get lost.

The station's bar, called the Crater, looked pretty similar to most Accord architecture. Sterile, white, with lots of smooth surfaces and rounded edges. It was made to look as inviting and nonthreatening as possible, which were odd things to try to emphasize in an establishment that served alcohol. Nevertheless, you could see quite a few patrons milling about, all bearing the uniform of a ship's captain...

>Talk to the older gentleman.
>Talk to the old man.
>Talk to the young woman.
>Talk to the little girl.
>Other

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>>45974840
>Talk to the little girl.

>>45974840
>Talk to the little girl.
The hell are you doing in here?

>>45974840
>>Talk to the older gentleman.

>>45974840
>Talk to the older gentleman.

>>45974840
>Talk to the young woman.

>>45974840
>Talk to the little girl.

>>45974840
>Talk to the young woman.

>smooth surfaces and rounded edges
I hope the first thing we dump down our throats isn't an iDrink 2.

>>45974840
>Talk to the older gentleman.

We're in no position to criticize.

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>>45974840
>>Talk to the little girl.

Ufufu, what have we here?

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>>45974902
>an app to drink
>alcohol formed from hardlight

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>>45974840
>>Talk to the little girl.
>inb4 PSYKER

>>45974840
>Talk to the older gentleman.

>>45974840
>>Talk to the young woman.

>"Can you please try to moderate yourself this time?"
haha who's ready for that incoming 1

>>45974945
I want us to break the psyker out of jail and find out she's Sam's long lost sister and that Sam is one of the tomatos

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>>45974945
>Psyker daughteru

>>45974840
>Talk to the older gentleman.
Classy wise old gent

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>>45974840
>>Talk to the little girl.

What if Psyker Shota?

>>45974945
I swear to god if it's one of those cognition psykers that can see the past, present, or future events, they better just be able to see one thing and not all 3 things.

Last thing they need is to spend all week trying to find out if what they saw already happened, is happening, or will happen in the future.

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>>45974840
>Talk to the little girl.

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>>45974994

Does she have an existential crisis and run up and down the halls of the ship screaming "I'M A TOMATO!" like Nicolas Cage in that one movie?

>Captcha actually shows pictures of tomatoes

O fugg

>>45975082
Then hopefully he ain't a little shit we gotta give a beatdown to

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>>45975150
>Nic Cage

Wrong reference.

>>45975150
She'd either be freaking out or excited about the possibility of having psychic powers

>>45975167

And you're wrong as we--oh, wait, that's right--Big O took a lot of design cues from Batman TAS.

>>45975225
Big O is pretty much that one episode but as a whole series.

>>45974840
>>Talk to the little girl.

This is a bar for mature adults, what's a little girls like you doing here?

>>45975246

Which ep was that, again?

>>45975320
"His Silicon Soul"

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>>45974840
And you see... a girl? No, a YOUNG girl. Couldn't be older than 15! And there she was, casually sitting at the bar, legs dangling from the barstool as she sucks a cocktail happily through a straw.

Like. WHAT.

Your curiosity gets the better of you and you sit next to the girl, unable to stop from staring at her.

"Ohoho, new girl, right?" The girl chuckles smugly. "Welcome to the Frontier, Captain...?"

"Samantha Wellings, of the Gullinbursti." You introduce yourself. "And you are..."

"Captain Molly Rosen!" The little girl smiles innocently.

>Aren't you a little young to be a ship captain?
>Something tells me you're not a normal girl...
>Haha, that's a nice prank there.
>Other

>>45975488
>Something tells me you're not a normal girl...

>>45975488
>Something tells me you're not a normal girl...
"Are you even of legal age?"

>>45975488
>>Something tells me you're not a normal girl...

>>45975488
>>Something tells me you're not a normal girl...

>>45975488
>Something tells me you're not a normal girl...
Some fancy augs?

>>45975488
>>Something tells me you're not a normal girl...

>>45975488
>Other
"Is this a joke about my height? I grew an inch... it's scientifically proven!"

>>45975488
>>Something tells me you're not a normal girl...

>>45975488
>Other
"What's your ship?"

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>>45975488
>>Aren't you a little young to be a ship captain?

Merc, I swear if this tyke turns out to be our rival

>>45975488
>Aren't you a little young to be a ship captain?
>"and a little young to be drinking as well?"

>>45975488
>Something tells me you're not a normal girl...

>>45975488
>>Something tells me you're not a normal girl...

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>>45975488
"Something tells me you're not a normal girl." You frown.

"Ten points!" Molly giggles. "Wanna know why?"

"Well, yes." You admit.

"It's kinda a long story, but long story short, a certain company did certain experiments, namely accelerating brain development so people could learn faster. Problem is, the process only worked when the brain wasn't fully mature yet. So... you now have a girl with a 15 year old body and a 30 year old brain? Isn't science great?"

Molly then casually sucks up more cocktail through her little straw.

>That's certainly... interesting.
>Holy crap that's cool.
>That sounds kinda wrong actually...
>Other

>>45975778
>>That's certainly... interesting.

>>45975778
>>Other
What ever you do never speak of this to my ship's doctor

>>45975778
>Holy crap that's cool.
I don't think we're in any position to debate the ethics of questionable science experiments.

>>45975778
This: >>45975813

>>45975778
>That's certainly... interesting.

Also supporting >>45975813

>>45975778
>>That's certainly... interesting.

Um... ok... So long as it was done with permission, I guess that's kinda neat, ish. What about side effects though?

>>45975778
>That sounds kinda wrong actually...

>>45975778
>>That's certainly... interesting.

Supporting: >>45975813

>>45975813
>>That's certainly... interesting.
>>45975778

Both of these.

>>45975832
It probably means she'll be an old lady by the time she hits 35.

>>45975778
> Other
>>45975813 is good.

>>45975778
>>45975813
This.

Bullshit, she looks like she is 12.

>>45975778
>That's certainly... interesting.

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>>45975925
The original character in the pic is like 10. Merc seems to be loving Heavy Object.

>>45975778

>>45975813
this

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>>45975778
>>That's certainly... interesting.

Also consider:

>Certain company
>Certain experiments

Is it possible that she's this universe's version of Cole?

>>45975948
I know and I love Heavy Object too, but I was being generous with the age, if she said 12, I can buy that but 15? Is she a dwarf?

>>45976006
She's just small for her age.

>>45975959
If she is, then either the rest of the Tombs Trio ain't far behind, or she's living with Infinite Space!Vahlen.

Vahlen vs Natalia: who wins?

>>45976072
Who ever invented the biggest vibrator.

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>>45976072

Neither--they merely compare notes.

Then the laughing starts.

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>>45975778
Oh dear god, a girl like this would be Natalia's WET DREAM. She could never find out about this! NEVER.

"Ha, that's certainly... interesting." You frown. "But why this line of work?"

"Well, not many companies are willing to put a child genius on the payroll, even if her IQ is off the charts." Molly shrugs. "And well, I heard the Accord Navy was willing to accept anyone. Always needs good ship captains."

"And. are there... well... more people like you?"

"Nope! I'm as special snowflake as it gets!" Molly cackles. "Apparently, subjecting children to brain altering experiments didn't jive well the shareholders and the company couldn't really find a way to market it, so they shelved the project."

Good. Natalia must never find out about it.

"Well, I guess that sounds... somewhat believable." You admit. "So uh, just a heads up, if my ships doctor, Natalia asks, you don't say any of that to her."

"Hm? Why?" Molly blinks.

"Mad scientist type."

"Aaaaaah." Molly nods. "I understand. I'll just be my cheerful girly self, then!"

"Do... do the others here know?" You motion to the other captains present.

"Of course! I've been out here for what, three, four years? That practically makes me your senior!" Molly grins at the irony.

>Please no.
>Heh, better take good care of me.
>I don't even know what to say to that.
>Other

>>45976198
>I don't even know what to say to that.
>get drink, drink drink

>>45976198
>Heh, better take good care of me.

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>>45976072
>Vahlen vs Natalia: who wins?

More like EVERYBODY LOSES.

>>45976198
>I don't even know what to say to that.

>>45976198
>>I don't even know what to say to that.

Time to down a drink.

>>45976198
>>Please no.

Fro-Yo why

Fro-Yo why didn't you tell us of the madness Accord was harboring

>>45976198
>Heh, better take good care of me.

>>45976198
>>Heh, better take good care of me.

>>45976198
>>I don't even know what to say to that.

Dayum...

>>45976198
>I don't even know what to say to that.
>>45976243
A part of me want to see it happen. Just to watch the world burn.

>>45976198
>>I don't even know what to say to that.

>>45976198
>Heh, better take good care of me.

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>>45976289

>Natalia with Vahlen's budget and resources
>Vahlen with Natalia's notes for bioweapons and genetic mods galore

Could you imagine it? They could have gene mods nailed down in months, Psionics in years--maybe even the first Transhumans within a decade.

>>45976474
All on the backs of genocide and torture.

>>45975225
It took more than design cues from Batman TAS. It had the same animation studio. (They also did work on Akira, for the record.)

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>>45976474
Or an extremely lethal virus that can wipe out 90% of the population of a major city...

>>45976584
What's one city in the pursuit of science?

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>>45976198
"I don't even know what to say to that." You groan. Accord science sure was weird.

"Ohoho, I don't blame you there." Molly giggles. "Maybe a good old fashioned drink to sooth the nerves?"

>Nah, I'm not good with alcohol.
>Okay, just a bit.
>GIVE ME YOUR STRONGEST DRINK.
>Other

>>45976628
>>Okay, just a bit.
Gotta talk to the other captains.

>>45976628
>>Okay, just a bit.

>>45976628
>>Okay, just a bit.

>>45976628
>Okay, just a bit.
Still need to socialize.

>>45976628
>Okay, just a bit.

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>>45976628
>>GIVE ME YOUR STRONGEST DRINK.

BARTENDER! A PAIR OF PAN-GALACTIC GARGLE BLASTERS, IF YOU'D BE SO KIND!

>>45976628
>>GIVE ME YOUR STRONGEST DRINK.

>>45976628
>GIVE ME YOUR STRONGEST DRINK.

I FEEL LUCKY

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>>45976474
>One is the creator of little ayys.
>The other worked for Umbrella

I see nothing wrong with this transhumanist scenario.

>>45976628
>GIVE ME YOUR STRONGEST DRINK.

>>45976628
>>Okay, just a bit.

>>45976628
>>Okay, just a bit.

>>45976628
>Okay, just a bit.

>>45976691
>inb4 the Iosefka we have ISN'T the imposter.

>>45976628
>Okay, just a bit

>>45976628
>>Okay, just a bit.

Let's enjoy the night this time as opposed to just get knocked out again. We've got someone to talk to this time after all.

>>45976791
Well, the original Iosefka did the Hunter with weird shit in her monster-filled clinic.

>>45976791
>>45976936
*inject the Hunter, I mean

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>>45976628
"Yeah, yeah, just a bit." You sigh as you order a shot of whiskey from the bartender. Just one and down it. Damn that burn was refreshing.

"So, got any current missions or anything?" Molly asks, her legs still kicking back and forth. Even with the brain of an adult, Molly was still pretty kiddy in subtle ways.

"Oh, just tracking down a smuggling ring." You shrug. It was still odd talking to someone who rightfully should be much younger than you.

"Really? What kind of smuggling?" Molly tilts her head.

"Lobsters."

"Lobsters?"

"Lobsters."

"Daaaaaang. That's some pretty risky stuff to handle." Molly whistles. "You know, with the bio-organism restrictions and all."

"Yep. Somebody's shipping them around en masse, We've got a lead that we're processing right now." You explain. "You?"

"Officially, I'm on patrol duty, but unofficially, I'm intercepting Hegemony pioneer probes. Taking them out before they can reach their designated planets."

"I see." You nod.

Goddamn, no matter what, you couldn't see Molly as anything but cute...

>Headpats!
>No headpats.
>Other

>>45977091
>No headpats.
Do not daughteru the 30 year old!

>>45977091
>Headpats!

>>45977091
>>No headpats.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>45977091
>>Headpats!

Rollan for Molly receptiveness to headpats

>>45977091
>Headpats!

SHE'LL GET HEADPATS AND LIKE IT

>>45977091
>>Headpats!

>>45977091
>>No headpats.

>>45977091
>>No headpats.

Must...resist... treating a senior like a child...

>>45977091
>Headpats!
This is the alcohol talking.

>>45977091
>>Headpats!

>>45977091
>No headpats.

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>>45977091
>>Headpats!

>>45977091
>>Headpats!

>>45977091
>No headpats.

>>45977091

>Headpats!

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Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>45977091
UH OH WATCH OUT, MOLLY HAS ANTI-HEADPAT COUNTERMEASURES!

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>45977531
Can't escape these pats.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>45977531
ATTACK!

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Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>45977531

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>45977531
DEPLOY ANTI-ANTI-HEADPAT COUNTERMEASURES

>>45977554
STAY ON TARGET

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>>45977531
"Well, I guess I could get used to this." You grin as you pat Molly on the head.

"H-hey! Jeez..." Molly grumbles, but otherwise doesn't do anything to stop you. "I guess it's okay if you do it.... but I'm still the big sister! Got it?"

"Haha, whatever you say!" You chuckle as you finish off your shot.

"Well, I kinda have to be going, but we should like, totally team up sometime! Waste some pirates or Hegemony scum together!" Holly says happily.

"Sure thing. I'll think about it." You promise.

With that, Molly slides off her barstool, gives you a little salute, and saunters out of the bar.

>Talk to the older gentleman.
>Talk to the old man.
>Talk to the young woman.
>Other

>>45977658
>>Talk to the older gentleman.

Time to get some WAR STORIES laid on us!

>>45977658
>Talk to the older gentleman.

>>45977658
>Talk to the older gentleman.

>>45977658
>Talk to the older gentleman.

Cool Grandpa type or Pervert (joined because he liked the female uniforms)?

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>>45977658
>Talk to the older gentleman.
Time to talk to a COOL OLD MAN!

>>45977658
>>Talk to the older gentleman.

>>45977658
>>Talk to the older gentleman.

Talk to me Señor, of action, romance and high adventure!

>>45977658

>Talk to the older gentleman.

>>45977658
>Talk to the older gentleman.

>>45977658
>Talk to the older gentleman.

>>45977658
>>Talk to the young woman.

>>45977658
>>Talk to the older gentleman

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>>45977658
You shift over to the older gentleman. Not geriatric, but definitely well into or even past middle age. He was already balding and had a somewhat regal looking white beard. He's carefully rocking a glass of scotch in his gloved hand as he turns to you.

"Ah, you must be the new transfer." He smiles warmly. "Captain Davos, of the Vergeltung.

"Captain Wellings, of the Gullinbursti." You respond.

"I heard that it's hardly your first day here and you're already on an assignment." Davos says as he swirls his glass around. "I'd have to say, I I've had quite a few experiences with smugglers myself."

Thank god, he at least seemed somewhat normal and not awkward at all to talk to.

>Ask about his experience.
>Ask about his ship.
>Ask the other Accord forces in the area.
>Other

>>45978237
>>Ask about his experience.

>>45978237
>>Ask about his experience.

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>>45978237
>Ask about his experience.
>Ask about his ship.
VERGELTUNG

>>45978237
>>Ask about his experience.

I like this guy already!

>>45978237
>>Ask about his experience.
>>Ask about his ship.
Inb4 his XO is Jager.

>>45978237
>Ask about his experience.

>>45978237
>Ask about his experience.

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>>45978305
Maybe Jager leads Accord Marines instead

>>45978346

>Jager actually works for the Hegemony
>Continually cross paths with him and his squad
>He's locked into his contract, can't switch over
>compliments the snugness of our skintight suit/hardsuit whenever he sees us

>>45978533
>Has a hotshot fighter pilot girlfriend we end up recruiting.

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>>45978237
"So uh, you look like you've been around for a while." You say, trying not to directly comment on his age.

"Hmmm, I would say I've been out here for about ten years, at least." Davos says wistfully. "I'd say I'm probably the one captain here who's been on the Frontier the longest."

"What about him?" You motion to the older captain, who was pretty much a geriatric at this point.

"Oh, Admiral Wildstar." Davos eyes you as you try to suppress a snicker. "Yes, I know, a somewhat silly name. Anyways, he's only been here a couple of years. Most of his career was in 'civilized' space. You could say his presence out here is his retirement."

"Wait, he's an ADMIRAL!?" You gasp. "What's he doing all the way out here?"

"That, only he knows." Davos takes a careful sip of his drink. "Nobody's really had the nerve to ask him about it."

"I see..."

"Anyways, I've done just about anything you could think of. Fleet engagements, raids, pirate hunting, convoy escort, exploration, and more. There's no shortage of things to do out here." Davos continues. "I heard you're on a smuggling case, right? Mind if I provide a few pointers?"

>Of course!
>I want to try and solve this on my own.
>Other

>>45978620
>>Of course!

>>45978620
>>Of course!

Teach us, oh master of the intrigue!

>>45978620
>Of course!

Always have got time for advice from an older captain.

>>45978620
>>Of course!

>>45978620
>Of course!

>>45978620
>>Of course!

>>45978620
>>Of course!

>>45978620
>>Of course!

>>45978620
>Of course!

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>>45978533
>Karla Weiss
>Confederate Navy, leader of Wild Card squadron
>Can't pick between Jager or Sam

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>>45978620
"Any help is welcome!" You nod rapidly.

"Well, what was the contraband you're tracking? I heard it was some kine of bio-organism..."

"Lobsters." You state simply.

"Aaaaah. Incredibly common on Earth, but an delicacy out this far." Davos nods. "Now, where do you think the lobsters are coming from?"

"Earth, I guess." You frown. "Or one of he other planets where they're being farmed."

"I wouldn't say that." Davos shakes his head. "Given the distance between Earth and the frontier, shipping lobster all that way is prohibitively expensive, and even then if you were buying from legitimate fishers you could be tracked that way. No, what I think is that the lobsters are being raised locally. A planet near or in the frontier that has conditions close enough to support the framing of lobsters. They're then harvested and sold at inflated black market prices for Earth lobster, increasing profits even further."

Man, he really knows his stuff!

>That makes a lot of sense.
>You seem to know quite a lot about this...
>Other

>>45978956
>>You seem to know quite a lot about this...

>>45978956
>>That makes a lot of sense.

>>45978956
>That makes a lot of sense.
>You seem to know quite a lot about this...

>>45978956
>You seem to know quite a lot about this...

>>45978956
>>That makes a lot of sense.
>>You seem to know quite a lot about this...

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>>45978956
>>You seem to know quite a lot about this...

I smell a drug bust story coming on~

>>45978956
>>That makes a lot of sense.

>>45978956
>That makes a lot of sense.
>You seem to know quite a lot about this...

>>45978956
>You seem to know quite a lot about this...

>>45978956
>You seem to know a lot about this...

He's defensive, but helpful. Used the admiral to reflect any questioning of himself, but seems more than willing to offer advice. I smell history. The wrong side of the law kind.

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>>45979130

But anon, he's the cool grandpa character! They never have malicious contacts or skeletons buried in their closets, and most certainly don't die/turn evil in the third act!

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>>45978956
"You seem to know quite a lot about this..." You say somewhat suspiciously.

"I suppose I shouldn't try to hide it from you." Davos sighs. "You already have access to enough channels to figure it out on your own anyways, so I'll save you the trouble. Basically, I've not had the cleanest of pasts."

"Criminal?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Now, I wouldn't say that." Davos chuckles darkly. "I was just a simple trader who chose to... selectively ignore certain inconvenient regulations."

"So, a smuggler." You conclude.

"Something like that." Davos concedes.

Ah, that would explain his knowledge on the subject.

"I hope this doesn't change your opinion of me." Davos continues.

>You don't seem like such a bad guy.
>I judge what I see now, not the past.
>Well, I used to be a cop, so yeah, this is a bit awkward...
>Other

>>45979230
>>You don't seem like such a bad guy.

>>45979230
>>You don't seem like such a bad guy.
>>I judge what I see now, not the past.
Sides we're on the same side now.

>>45979230
>>You don't seem like such a bad guy.
>>I judge what I see now, not the past.

Hey merc does he still have the accent from the show?

>>45979230
>I judge what I see now, not the past.

>>45979230
>>You don't seem like such a bad guy.
>>I judge what I see now, not the past.

>>45979230
>>You don't seem like such a bad guy.

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>>45979230
>You don't seem like such a bad guy.

>>45979215
But anon, we have two cool grandpa characters, Davos & Wildstar!

>>45979230
>>You don't seem like such a bad guy.

Naw, we're totally cool.

>>45979230
>>You don't seem like such a bad guy.
>Other
"...so why you are telling this... trade secret to me, a stranger that you only just meet today?"

>>45979230
>You don't seem like such a bad guy.

>>45979230
>>You don't seem like such a bad guy.

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>>45979230
"Well, from what I've seen, you don't seem like such a bad guy." You smile. "So, for what it's worth, I think you're a pretty good captain."

"That's very much appreciated." Davos smiles back. "I suppose you have other duties to attend to, so don't let me keep you."

>Actually, I wanted to ask about your ship.
>Can you tell me about that other captain?
>Sure thing.
>Other

>>45979558
>Sure thing.

>>45979558
>Actually, I wanted to ask about your ship.

>>45979558
>>Sure thing.
Wonder what else is around the station.

>>45979558
>>Sure thing.

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>>45979558
>>Actually, I wanted to ask about your ship.

Interesting name, he chose. Does he also captain a destroyer? He must have something larger if he's been on the job for such a long time.

What of his crew? Any ayys?

>>45979558
>>Sure thing.

>>45979558
>>Can you tell me about that other captain?

Hey, more info on the people around is always good.

>>45979558
>>Sure thing.


Sooooooooo Merc. You been playing The Division?

>>45979558
>Actually, I wanted to ask about your ship.

>>45979558
>>Actually, I wanted to ask about your ship.

>>45979558
>>Sure thing.

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>>45979649
41 hours and counting.

>>45979744
43 and counting. I wasted the past 3 hours finding all the collectibles and some are a bitch to find.
We should totally play some time.

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>>45979558
"Sure thing." You say, getting up from your seat. "Look forward to working with you in the future."

"As do I." Davos nods.

Suddenly, your comm chimes as Lida's voice fills your ears.

"Captain, I think we've cracked the encryption. Come down to the data center when you can." She says calmly.

"Got it, thanks Lida." You answer as you cut the comm.

You look around. It seems that Admiral Wildstar had left, but that other female captain was still present, silently drinking a beer while working on a datapad.

>Head for the data center.
>Talk to the other captain.
>Other

>>45979939
>Talk to the other captain.

>>45979939
>Talk to the other captain.

>>45979939
>>Head for the data center.

we should have done the bar last so we could have goten plastered

>>45979939
>>Head for the data center.

>>45979939
>Talk to the other captain.

>>45979939
>>Head for the data center.

>>45979939
>>Talk to the other captain.

>>45979939
>Head for the data center.

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>>45979939
Welp, it looks like we have a tie so time to roll off!

1. Data center
2. Captain

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>>45980165
You decide to sit across from the last captain, in order to try and make your acquaintance with her.

"Um, hi there." You wave a bit. "I'm Captain Wellings. And you are?"

The blue haired captain looks up at you with piercing, judging eyes, her facial expression apparently carved out of steel as she just stare at you stoically for several seconds, as if trying to size you up.

"Captain Richards." The woman says simply, and nothing else, as if she's waiting for you to make the next move.

Oh god, she was going to be one of those stoic, quiet types, wasn't she?

>So, I see you're working on something there...
>So... the quiet type, huh?
>Other

>>45980326
>So... the quiet type, huh?

>>45980326
>>So, I see you're working on something there...

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>>45980326
>>So, I see you're working on something there...
Well, wasn't expecting her of all people to lead a ship.

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>>45980326
>>So, I see you're working on something there...

I was wondering when we were going to run into Tarin. Color me surprised--I would have thought her to be part of the Hegemony.

>>45980326
>>So, I see you're working on something there...

>>45980373
Protip, she would have been on the list anyways, no matter who we went. Get used to merc recycling his characters.

>>45980326
>>So... the quiet type, huh?

>>45980326
>>So, I see you're working on something there...

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>>45980326
"So, I see you're working on something there..." You say, pointing to the datapad.

"Tracking Hegemony ship movements." Captain Richards says simply. "Stopped by to report my findings, but we'll be shipping out soon enough."

"Oh, so, you're like some kind of recon specialist?" You assume.

"Something like that." Richards nods. "My ship specializes in evading enemy sensors and tracking enemy ships. Always useful in figuring out their movements."

"I see..." You nod. "So, that means you've got some kind of stealth ship?"

"Something like that." Richards says noncommittally again.

>Oh come on, don't be like that! We're all on the same side, aren't we?
>All right, I won't ask any more about your ship.
>Other

>>45980326
>So, I see you're working on something there...

>>45980696
>>All right, I won't ask any more about your ship.

"So you'd probably have to kill us if we found out more?"

>>45980696
>All right, I won't ask any more about your ship.

>>45980696
>>Oh come on, don't be like that! We're all on the same side, aren't we?

>>45980696
>>Oh come on, don't be like that! We're all on the same side, aren't we?

>>45980696
>>All right, I won't ask any more about your ship.

>>45980696
>Other
Any odd ship movements, or smuggler routes found?

>>45980696
>Oh come on, don't be like that! We're all on the same side, aren't we?

>>45980696
Supporting >>45980765

>>45980696

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>>45980696
"Oh come on, we're all on the same side, aren't we?" You say a bit pleadingly.

"Well, I suppose you meet the proper security clearance levels." Richards sighs. "I captain the Flasher, a specialized variant of the Normandy-class destroyer. Incorporates systems specifically designed to hide it from most forms of detection technology, such as energy signature reduction and sensor deflecting materials. It allows us to get much closer to enemy ships and passively track them."

"That's pretty cool." You grin. "Hey um, you don't happen to track any OTHER ships, do you? Like, suspected pirates or smugglers?"

>Roll 1d20

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>>45981076
"Hmmmm, well, I did come across a pirate ship. The Lavender Kiss." Richards puts a hand to her chin as she tries to recall the memory. "It was only a momentary contact, though. She was in and out of the system, most likely going through a dummy jump to hide her destination."

The Lavender Kiss... wasn't that he the pirate ship running the smuggling ring?"

"Do you know where it was headed?" You ask, a bit more interested now.

Richards seems to notice this, as her eyebrow raises ever so slightly.

"Oh, you're hunting her?"

"You could say that." You nod. "She' related to a smuggling case I'm prosecuting."

"I see." Richards frowns. "I can transfer the data to you, but you may not like it."

"Why's that?" You ask.

"She jumped into Hegemony space." Richards explains. "If that's where her hideout is located, well, it might be problematic tracking her down."

>Well, thanks for the info anyways.
>But you know how to get in, don't you?
>Other

>>45981297
>Well, thanks for the info anyways.

>>45981297
>>But you know how to get in, don't you?

Infiltrating via neutral ship? Stealth tech? Unmanned scouts?

>>45981297
>But you know how to get in, don't you?

>>45981297
>But you know how to get in, don't you?

>>45981297
>>Well, thanks for the info anyways.

Not much we can do without a proper high-end stealth system.

>>45981297
>Well, thanks for the info anyways.

>>45981297
>>Well, thanks for the info anyways.

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>>45981297
"Well, thanks for the info anyways." You sigh. "Anyways, I need to be going now. Mission stuff and all."

"Of course." Richard nods. "Until we meet again, I suppose."

"Yeah, until we meet again." You say as you get up and head for the exit. If it weren't for Molly, you'd have thought Richards would have been a bit odd. But well, she wasn't that bad, besides not being very talkative.

With nothing else to do, you make your way down to the data center, which was located closer to the central core of the station. The door scans the ID built into your suit and lets you in, where you see dozens of techs working on rows and rows of consoles. Near the back, you could see Lida's red hair poking out and you make a beeline straight for it.

"Lida, you got something?" You ask your tech officer.

"You can say that." Lida nods as she points to the screen. "We've got a handle on the encryption and are decoding it right now. I think we've got a lead."

"What kind of lead?" You ask.

"We managed to backtrace Conveyor 5410's movements, and over the past six months it's been making constant stops to a particular star system." Lida explains. "System F-427."

"Any info on it?" You ask.

"Pretty sparse. But what data we do have suggest that there's five planets. Three of them are largely ocean and support a variety of aquatic life."

Huh, that reminds you of what Davos had told you earlier...

"There's still more data to sift through, though, but that would take more time." Lida warns.

>We've already got enough leads. We're shipping out.
>Take your time, Lida. I want everything.
>Other

>>45981555
>Take your time, Lida. I want everything.

>>45981555
>>Take your time, Lida. I want everything.

>>45981555
>Take your time, Lida. I want everything.

>>45981555
>Take your time, Lida. I want everything.

>>45981555
>Take your time, Lida. I want everything.

>>45981555
>>Take your time, Lida. I want everything.
>>Other
"But i bet thats source of our Lobster, or i will drink next Natalya's drug"

>>45981555
>>Take your time, Lida. I want everything.

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>>45981555
"Take your time, Lida. I want everything." You say.

"All right, I'll keep working on it." Lida nods. "Oh right, Amy and Elsa were looking for you, too. Apparently they found something on the station they wanted to show you. Wouldn't say what, though. They wanted to keep it a "surprise."

"Huh, is that so?" You wonder what they were talking about.

Then again, you also seem to have lost track of the rest of your main crew. Maybe you should track them down instead?

>Go see what Amy and Elsa are up to.
>Go find where Scott has holed up.
>See what Tank is doing.
>Other

>>45981738
>>Go see what Amy and Elsa are up to.

>>45981738
>>Go see what Amy and Elsa are up to.

>>45981738
>Go see what Amy and Elsa are up to.

>>45981738
>>Go see what Amy and Elsa are up to.

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>>45981738
You decide to see what Amy and Elsa have planned. Probably up to no good or something, especially when the meeting point was supposed to be at the space elevator. You remember pretty clearly that you ordered all crew restricted to the station. What were they up to?

Well, you were about to find out, one way or another.

>Roll 1d20

Holy shit, how is Merc still running?

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>>45981974
daylight savings

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>>45981974
Never been to a late night run? HAHAHAHA
>>45981969

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>>45981969
"Pssst! Cap! Over here!"

You turn your head to see Amy waving you over to the corner where she and Elsa were hiding behind, trying to be inconspicuous but totally being conspicuous. You just sigh and walk over to her.

"What the hell are you two planning now?" you groan, bracing for the impact.

"Not us, HIM!" Amy points down the hall. You look to see TANK of all people, still clad in armor, apparently trying to board the elevator.

"I'm s-sorry, sir." The poor security guard manning the checkpoint stammers as he tries to crane his head back to meet Tank's steely gaze. "Y-your ID isn't cleared to board the elevator. T-this is an issue t-that you should clear up with your c-captain."

Tank continues to stare, and the guard continues to wither under it, but he still valiantly holds the line.

"P-please sir, you can't just stand here all day!"

Knowing Tank, he probably would if he had reason to. Which makes you think. Why would he be here?

>Go ask Tank what's going on.
>Just keep watching quietly.
>Other

>>45982084
>>Just keep watching quietly.

>>45982084
>>Go ask Tank what's going on.

Is there an idol concert going on?

>>45982084
>Just keep watching quietly.

>>45982084
>Ask Amy and Elsa what's going on.