>>205636
>Go to the space station

>>205660
There is an Azurian at the Galactic Government employment center, he might provide you a nice government job.

There is an employee of GalEx, the renowned, Earth - based delivery company. You could work as a delivery man!

A human-owned hotel for the station's wealthy inhabitants promises all kinds of shadowy fortune to be had.

A burly native of our formerly lush, now wasteland, moon is a representative of the station's miners. He looks angry from all that paperwork...

Who will you speak to?

(Different colors imply different species.)

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>>205764
Image

>>205764
speak to the Azurian

>>205774
Talk to the GalEx representative. Then, later, we steal the company spaceship.

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>>205790
>Hello human! Have you come seeking employment from your government or is there another matter I can assist you with?

The Azurian looks at you sensually and you become distracted for a moment. He seems concerned, but politely waits for you to reply.

(Joining the Galactic Government will make you enemies with GalEx Corp. It's employees will shun you to varying degrees and you will not be allowed to work for them except by proving your un-wavering brand loyalty through extrordinary acts.)

>>205832
Sorry man, if this gets more popular, I'll wait for more responses then do popular choice, but right now I want to keep up the rate of posts.

>>205839
Join the Galactic Gov.


We can steal a ship later and the gov is hopefully more powerful than a delivery company.

Blow that popsicle stand and get thee to GalEx

>>205910
>>205917
Roll for it, boyos d5

Rolled 3 (1d5)

>>205926

>>205926
May I roll for GalEx as well?

Rolled 4 (1d5)

>>205943

>>205946
Yeah, I'm gonna take that 3 for government job, so get higher than that.

Also, you don't have to ask, just roll baby

Rolled 1 (1d5)

>>205963
This is the first time I can remember digitally rolling 1d5 in a quest, by the way.

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>>205970
(Looks like we government boys now)

You say that you indeed are looking for employment and you can start immediately.

>Fantastic, we just need you to insert your hand into this Genetic Identification Machine and we can provide you an appropriate assignment based on your genetic profile!

You put your hand into the machine and it beeps as though curious as to who the fuck just put an appendage inside of it.

>oh? That's... unusual. The machine can't find you in the Galactic Database. Everyone's genetic information is usually registered at the time of their birth, but yours is not. We have a... special assignment for a man who doesn't "exist."
>We will however need a name from you for payroll purposes.

Roll a d10 for your name.

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>206023
Juan.

>>206023
Simon Smith

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>206040

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>206023
Mr. NotStaging A. Coup

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>206023
Nod Important.

>>206040
>>206047
Our spaceman calls himself Simon Smith! He is an "employee" of the Galactic Government - run by the Azurians. He has no recollection of how he came to be this space station, and he does not exist.

(Gonna take a short 1-3 hour intermission while I drive home from work, shower, etc. I will be back for a few more posts tonight and the story will finish up tomorrow starting around 5. If you guys like this first quest, I may be inclined to do another next weekend.)

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>>206124
>Well, Mr. Smith, you will recieve your first orders via your opticoneuro up - link to GovHighCom.

You begin to protest that not only do you not posses an "opticoneuro up - link," but that the word may as well be some sci-fi gibberish meant to make ordinary people feel stupid for not understanding it.

Before you can fully articulate this thought, the Azurian picks up a small circular device and drives it into your right eyeball with his palm.

>Do not be frightened Mr. Smith, the analgesics in the device will quickly dull any pain you might feel while it establishes a connection with your nervous system.

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>>206373
After several minutes of alternating agony and bliss, text begins to display across your field of vision.
>establishing uplink.....established!
>confirming terminal end - Agent: Mr. SIMON SMITH..... confirmed!
>
>Mission Briefing:
>The Earth - Based delivery company, GalEx Corp, is the sole proprietor of a 100% secure method of Faster Than Light travel (FTL). While GalEx is believed to have come this technology legally, and it is within their rights to keep the technology under confidential patent for two (2) centuries, the Galactic Government suspects terrorist organizations to be using GalEx for smuggling operations. It will be your mission to board a GalEx type-H freighter and download it's navigational data so that we may determine where these illegal goods originate and where they come from. Good luck, Agent.

>>206378
The transmission stops, and leaves you with absolutely no further instructions. You vaguely remeber that people who fail to complete top-secret assignments for the government "go missing," so feel that your life depends upon you successfully obtaining that navigational data. How are going to do it?

(The only way to leave the Galactic Government at this point would be to destroy the Genetic ID machine and rip you right eyeball out. As a deep cover agent of the government, you may use any means to accomplish your mission as long as no one discovers the Government is behind it.)

>>206395
wb op

Shit what have we gotten into.
Ask the Azurian if we can have a weapon for the job and then try to get a job as a delivery man at GalEx.

>>206410
Going with this

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>>206410
You ask the alien if he can provide you with assistance for your assignment.

>Of course
He says sensually
>just rescan yourself with the GenID machine and it will inform me to what degree you may utilise government propety.

You rescan yourself and the Azurians dilate.

>Oh my... it appears I am to give you full access to the armory. Right this way, agent...

Roll a d10 for the quality of shit in the armory and another d10 for the quantity of shit.

>>206475
meant to say his EYES dilate. Its a really minor detail, don't worry about it.

Rolled 5, 2 = 7 (2d10)

>>206475
Rolling for quality of shit and quantity of shit for our agent

Rolled 3, 9 = 12 (2d10)

>>206475
1st quality, 2nd quantity

>>206505
>>206506
so we get a medium quality...a pistol? or a submachine gun? probably laser pisol?

AND HOLY SHIT WE HAVE UNLI AMMO!

>>206505
Going with first roll

You get to the end of the hallway to find a room lit by incandescent bulbs. It contains many guns along the walls as well as barrels of ammunition and crates of explosives. You pick up a gun on the wall and realize it's cheap plastic. (1/2 images)

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>>206543
Gotta quit forgetting the image.

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>>206543
>Oh no silly!
You think you heard a lisp in Azurian's voice which wasn't present earlier...
>Those guns are to fool would-be assailants into thinking they could use our own weapons against us. It's all nerf-guns see?!
The possible homosexual alien shoots you in the face with a nerf-m14 and giggles
>the reeeeaaaaaal shit is in this box.

You open the box to discover a medium quality flashlight-laser and reflective pink armor (most weapons are light-based and heavy armor is considered to be something very reflective of light rather than bullets). The flashlight-laser has a few non lethal settings: dim, normal, bright, sweet jesus turn that fucker off, and blind. The final setting is just a picture of a man pointing the device at his face with a red X over it.

>>206568
Turn that fucker on the last setting.

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>>206605
Who or what ever stands in our way will, quite literally, get their shit lit.

Are we still going the "pose as a GalEx employee to get on the freighter" route?

>>206629
I think so unless someone has a better idea.

Alternatively we could pose as a government inspector or mechanic or something to get on board.
We could also Rambo our way on board with our new flashlight-lazer gun.

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>>206629
>>206661
You decide the easiest way to infiltrate the type-H freighter will be to get a job aboard it.

As you approach the GalEx rep, your opticoneuro implant automatically identifies him as Ja'selt D'estor, a Promulgan. His species is utilised by companies as salesmen due to their ability to assimilate into other cultures quickly and easliy.

>Hello! Do you need a parcel delivered to another system? I know you aren't looking for employment, as I saw the Azurian GenID you for a government job, so what else could I do for you?

Well, fuck. You can't become an employee that easy.

Decide amongst yourselves where we go from here. We might be able to persuade the Promulgan to let us aboard for another reason, we could sneak aboard, or we could enlist the help of another group (still haven't spoken to the rich people in the hotel or the miner's union). I'll be back at around 5pm EST 5-31-16 to go with the popular choice. If no one suggests anything by then, Simon Smith will suffer death-by-memes.

>>206721
Also, as you can see in the image, Azurians can't fucking stand Promulgans. The government representative is staring at Ja'selt with sensual rage. You guys can name the Azurian if you want. It ain't no big deal.

>>206721
obviously we need to find a tranny to rape him

>>206721
What if we arranged for GalEx to pick up a package at some location at a later time (or if it must be hand delivered befriend some Azurian at the hotel to physically hand it over). Then, we hide inside the package and after it's on the way, kill the pilot, and either a.) rip out our eye and fly off with the freighter or b.) actually complete our mission.


Also I would like to name the flamboyant Azurian "OP"

>>206765
>>206833
Roll d10 to convince OP to hatefuck Ja'selt.
>1-3 unsuccessful, you decide to disguise yourself as an unassuming package to gain access to the frieghter.
>4-6 mildly successful, the two aliens become distracted by their raucous love-making- you steal Ja'selt's GalEx I'd card.
>7-8 breddy gud, Ja'selt seems to enjoy the anal ravaging. You steal his ID as well as a spare GalEx uniform.
>9-10 an alien orgy begins unraveling in the common area. Ja'selt is so pleased with your suggestion, he decides to assist you any way he can (Ja'selt joins your party).

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>207698
let's hit it senpai

>>207984
Solid roll, I'll be able to draw the next slide in 3 hours.

>>207698
>>207984
You whisper into OP's ear that the Promulgan over at the GalEx booth wishes he could make reparations to the Azurian race for past injustices, but that all he has ever known is the craft of providing sexual satisfaction. OP seems at first intrigued by the idea, but then...

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>>208679
As if in a fit of sexual frustration, the repressed Azurian tears the Promulgan a new one, and promptly shoves it's manhood into it. Ja'selts GalEx ID is thrown from the fray; you grab it and get the hell out, lest you get roped into the horror show before you.

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>>208692
You run toward the spaceport where the GalEx frieghter is in hopes of using Ja'selts ID to gain entry.
As you run past the hallway where you came to conciousness, you notice a man not unlike yourself standing in the same spot you were with a blank expression on his face. The scene bothers you for some reason so you continue toward the port.

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>>208712
Reaching the docks you are introduced to the vast emptiness of space along with the GalEx frieghter protected by 2 guards.

(You have one flashlight-laser, set to kill, a pink, reflective poncho to defend against other lasers, an opticoneuro implant, and a GalEx ID card.)

What are you going to do?

>>208739
>J'aselt asked me to pick up some forms for him; he gave me his ID card. I work for GalEx on this station.

You approach the Promulgan who isn't asleep and say >>208761
It appear this goddamn immigrant never learnt how speak English. You try waving "your" GalEx ID in his face.

Roll d10 to see his reaction
>1-3 he becomes enraged at your obscene gesture
>4-8 he apologizes in his native tongue and allows you aboard
>9-10 the rabble awakens the other guard and he attacks the man who appears to be threatening his cohort.

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>>208824
Fuck captcha

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>208824

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>>208824
>>208930
You wave goodbye to your new friend. As you board the Frieghter, your implant provides you with a layout of the ship.

What are you gonna do? (Any thing that requires technical know-how should be rolled for- 1-5 is a failure, 6-10 success)

>>208997
Go to the bridge and examine the controls.

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>>208997
>>209033
You approach the console to find the captain is not present. Looking at the screen, you see a screen in an alien language, but it is quickly translated by your implant.

>>209091
View navigation.

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>>209091
>>209107
You touch the navigation icon and see a map. Your implant immediately begins an upload of the image to the Galactic Government High Command. Upon completion, the implant claims to be in the process of terminating... YOU!

Roll for your life!
>1-5, nothing good will come of this...
>6-9, you rip your own eye out, but the implant explodes in your hand
>10, you remove the implant and it explodes, harmlessly, across the room

Regardless of the outcome, the story will continue tomorrow, same time, same Chinese image board. Sorry for the cliffhanger, but I have shit to do.

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>209178

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>209178

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>>209239
>>209380
Don't want anyone to feel left out, Simon will live, but barely.

You react quickly, without thought, and jam your hand into your eye socket, fumbling for a grasp on the implant. Grab a handful of circuits and wrench them from your skull with great effort.

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>>210684
You're on a space station above a desolate moon, unsure of how you got there in the first place. You look up, and see a sign that seems to ask you to walk to the habitable section of the station, or to get the fuck out by way of the spaceport. Before you decide, you hear an explosion come from the direction of the spaceport and several station security officers run in that direction.

Where do you go?

>>210724
>Go to the spaceport

I am metagaming slightly, I confess.

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>>210724
>>211242
You get to the port to find the smoking hulk of a ship with two dead aliens infront of it, apparently killed by whatever blew up the ship. The guards are being commanded by an Azurian, who has a strange look of satisfaction on his face, to shine their flashlight-lasers on the apparent culprit. The walls sizzle where the lasers touch, but the man in question only seems to shimmer a bright pink color.

You feel some sort of instinctual kinship with the apparent criminal, but you also wish to keep out of trouble, what do you do?

>>211345
Attack the gaurds and Azurian. Hopefully we can recruit the criminal into our party.

>>211345
>"I'm port security. I need to find out what happened to that ship for security reasons. I need that man to get the info I need."

>>211401
>>211431
Trying to make these two fit

You act on your instincts! He had fled the scene, and you reason that the best way to help the fugitive will be to distract his potential pursuers. You approach the Azurian- he seems frustrated with the light-hearted security personnel.
>Security sent me to assess the situation. I need any information you have on the fugitive.

Roll d10 for response
> 1-2 negative (violent)
> 3-4 negative (dismissive)
> 5-8 positive (somewhat helpful)
> 9-10 positive (very helpful)

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>>211583
You will know I am your OP when I forget the image in the post

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>211583
dice don't fail me now.

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>211583

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>>211587
>>211701
> as this is a sensitive matter, I can only give you as much information as the Government allows me to.
> All you need to know is he is a wanted rogue of the Government and he has destroyed expensive property.
> perhaps some of those incompetent guards of yours have found something to help your investigation. I expect your office will report any findings to me immediately.
The Azurian leaves you alone with "your" guards. Though they have never seen you, they seem receptive of your authority, as though all they really wanted in life was direction.

>>211852
Ask the rogue agent "what's this all about?"

>>211852
question "our guards" about this space station.

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>>211884
He already ran away. You're trying to track him down so you can pose such a question.
>>211890
One guard is dancing in and out of the vacuum-field, trying to see how long he can hold his breath in empty space. He is holding a medium quality flashlight-laser.
Another is doing snow-angels in the pools of coagulating Promulgan blood. He is holding a GalEx employee ID card.
The third appears to be attempting something like a crime scene investigation, but he can't seem to focus. He is holding a broken camera from the exploded ship.

>>211961
quality men we seem to have.

Let's group up and search the lifeboat area for this fugitive.

>>211961
Examine the crime scene.

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>>211997
(+3 thralls) You gather your confused, blood-soaked, oxygen-deprived posse, and head to the lifeboats. One has been used and 3 more, single-occupant, pods are available.

The screen of the used pod shows the pilot chose to autopilot to a mining colony on the moon.

(Following the rogue will leave you stranded on the planet unless you find a ride back to space)
(Your thrall will do your bidding to the extent they are able, you can only give them commands as long as the cognitive inhibitors in their brains function)

>>212000
Coming up... nice trips

>>212113
Follow the rogue!

>>212000
>>212113
>>212118
>>212125
You wait for a moment and think about your options. You lose yourself in thought while one of the guards tinkers with his salvaged flashlight-laser.
Apparently, the laser was damaged in whatever destroyed the ship it came from, because it explodes! You and the other two security officers are thrown into the lifeboat and it's automatic launch system activates.

(I'll be back soon to update you guys on our adventure.)

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>>212276
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>>212276
Thanks for running so far. It's been fun.

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Hey guys, it's your OP here. I'm at a wedding this weekend, so I won't be able to update the story. I just wanted to let you know I haven't forgotten this quest we have here; Wiz Quest was my favorite shit until the OP there left, and I just want to have a fulfilling experience for you, the reader, here. If the thread 404s, I WILL MAKE ANOTHER THREAD ALONG WITH AN IMGUR.COM ALBUM OF ALL THE IMAGES along with a summary of the story so far. Thanks for playing, and I will be back.

>>216098
Enjoy the wedding and thanks for the quest.

>>216233
I've been reading a lot of Vonnegut lately, but some 80-90s scifi movies, particularly those involving a certain Austrian as well as an American icon (Ford), have been influencing where I want this quest to end up.

Let's just say that there aren't enough western scifi quests going on, and that I feel compelled to continue the genre in this shitty, drawfag style which I have made. Enjoy the path you have chosen for yourselves.

Those dubs are reeeeaaaaaal nice.