>>587374
>>Maybe see if Luc or "Director Hawkins" takes late calls?

>>587374
>>Maybe see if Luc or "Director Hawkins" takes late calls?

>>587374
>Other
Watch the news, catch up on the planetary election.

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>>587374
>Maybe see if Luc or "Director Hawkins" takes late calls?

>inb4 NANOMATERIALS

>>587374
>Sleep in and worry about it in the morning.

>>587374
>>Hang out with someone. (specify)
Bradford! We haven't seen him in a while.

Time for space! Tangentially related, what the fuck is Jon Snow doing in Call of Duty!?!

>>587374
>Maybe see if Luc or "Director Hawkins" takes late calls?

>>587403
Acting.

>>587403
Declaring Northern Independence IN SPACE

>>587374
>>Maybe see if Luc or "Director Hawkins" takes late calls?

>>587403
I feel bad for him, there's actually some fear that he'll will forever go down as 'Jon Snow' regardless of what role he plays.

>>587374
>Maybe see if Luc or "Director Hawkins" takes late calls?

>>587511
True, much like how everyone will remember Jack Gleeson as Joffery.

>>587374

>Let's go see what the hotel bar can provide.

>>587374
>>Maybe see if Luc or "Director Hawkins" takes late calls?

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>>587374
Well, you wonder if Luc was up a this hour. Well, considering her position, it was pretty much guaranteed, actually. Directors always had mountains of shit to deal with, and if Luc was the same as you remember, she wasn't one to trust delegating duties to others. Always kind of a lone wolf that way.

You sit up in your bed and bring up your datapad, scrolling through the comm directory until you find the entry for PalmSec. You enter your Accord security clearance and you're given the Director's direct line. You pause for a second before hitting the CALL key. Would she really remember you after all these years?

Ah fuck it.

You commit and hit the CALL button. You're instantly answered.

"SAAAAAAAAMMMYYYYYY!" You hear a familiar high pitched, girly squeal. So loud even your earpiece briefly hisses as it tries to compensate for the unexpected volume change. "How have you been doing?"

"Um, fine, actually." You laugh awkwardly. "Looks like you've moved up the ladder."

"You too! Going full military like that. You go, girl!" Luc giggles, and then her voice lowers to a conspiratorial whisper as if she suspected someone was listening in on her. "Heeeeeey, Sam. I got a bottle of genuine French wine! Grown in actual French soil!"

"In actual France, I hope." You grumble.

"As if I'd fall for a cheap scam like that!" Luc roars in laughter. "Hey hey, you wanna come over? I'm ONLY dealing with... TWO major planetary emergencies, so I've got plenty of free time!"

Tempting...

>Sure, why the hell not.
>Maybe some other time.
>Other

>>587616
>>Sure, why the hell not.

What could go wrong

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>>587616
>Maybe some other time.
Do we get access to cool stuff?

>>587616
>>Sure, why the hell not.

>>587616
>>Sure, why the hell not.
Nothing like something exciting to do while on vacation!

>>587616
>Sure, why the hell not.

>>587616
>>Sure, why the hell not.

>>587643
>planet needs entertainment
>"Sam, get on stage, and sing and dance!"

>>587616
>Sure, why the hell not.

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>>587616
"Sure, why the hell not." You sigh. It's been a long time, and Luc was an old friend, too. If she was inviting you, it would be rude to refuse. "Do I need anything special?"

"Nah, I'll send a car right over to pick ya up! Oh, and if you wanna bring any friends with you, feel free! The more the merrier~!"

Okay, now THAT was ringing some warning bells. She SERIOUSLY wasn't thinking of trying to hit on your crew, was she?

No way! She'd never do that!

...right?

>Bring some buddies (specify)
>Go alone.
>Other

>>587616
>>Sure, why the hell not.

>>587616
>Sure, why the hell not.
Bring our swimsuit, ask Luc for tips on how to wear it and the latest fashions.

>>587698
>>Go alone

>>587698
>Go alone.
or
>bring Carly

>>587698
>Bring some buddies
Nat and the bridge bunnies.

>>587698
>>Bring some buddies (specify)
Tank and Carly

>>587698
>Go alone.

>>587698
>Bring Carly

>>587698
>>587698
>>Bring some buddies (specify)

Send in the Bridge Bunnies!

>>587698
>Bring Carly, Natalie, and Bradford

>This desperate for people
Is she a Christmas Cake?

>>587698
>Bring Carly

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>>587632
We might as well get Mechsuits/TAGs for everyone.

>>587710
changing my vote to:
Bring nat, carly and the bridge bunnies.

>>587632
>>587755
I want TAGs so much

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>>587698
Okay, so I'm seeing a lot of votes for Natalia, the Bridge Bunnies, and Carly, so let's try to narrow this down...

>Natalia
>Carly
>Bridge Bunnies
>Whynotallthree.jpg

>>587845
>>Whynotallthree.jpg
Girls' night out!

>>587845
>Whynotallthree.jpg
We can introduce Luc to Carly, test Nat's growth serums, and sexually molest the bridge bunnies together.

>>587845
>Natalia

>>587845
>>Whynotallthree.jpg

>>587845
>Carly

>>587845
>>Whynotallthree.jpg

>>587845
>>Whynotallthree.jpg

>>587845
>>Whynotallthree.jpg

>>587823
I swear that TAGs would be too big to be classified as a power armor, but not rode like a mecha.

>>587966
TAGs are piloted, they're mini mechs for all intents and purposes.

In infinity power armor is different.

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So, chances of a nat 1 on alcohol?

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>>587845
Ah what the fuck, you could treat it all as oen big girl's night out. It's been forever since you had one of those! Plus you could probably throw in Carly too for good measure! Fun for everybody!

"All right, you'd better bring down a paddy wagon, in that case." You reply.

"Haha! I knew you couldn't resist!" Luc giggles. "All right, I'll send your ride over right away! It'll be there in five!"

Wait, five minu-

And that's when Luc hangs up. She hadn't changed at all.

You quickly rekey your commlink to call up everybody and instruct them to meet you out front. Amy is of course skeptical, but doesn't really have anything better to do, and Carly, Nat and Elsa are naturally up for it. Lida goes along with the plan.

You meet your assembled crew down in the front lobby. They're all naturally anxious.

"Oh, it'll be so good to see Luc again!" Nat giggles as she waves to you.

"Oh jeez, so she really does exist?" Amy bites her lip. "I thought those were just stories! Urban legends!"

"Oh, the innocence the underclass!" Elsa pats Amy roughly on the back. "The parties the Cap and Luc used to throw were LEGENDARY."

"Like that time they broke into the Headmaster's HOUSE and threw an all nighter in there." Lida grins ever so slightly. "Finally put those computer science skills of mine to good use."

"Oh, I get it, you were all crazy BEFORE you joined up." Amy groaned.

"Holy shit, Sis! I thought you'd just be a straight arrow the whole time!" Carly gasps in surprise.

>I still was! Um... mostly.
>Well, you're only young once.
>Other

>>588052
>>I still was! Um... mostly.
We broke no laws, honest.

>>588052
>I still was! Um... mostly.

>>588052
>>I still was! Um... mostly.

>>588052
>Well, you're only young once.

>>588052
>>I still was! Um... mostly.

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>>588052
>>I still was! Um... mostly.
At least we didn't steal school property, wear clothes inappropriate for school, or had a hoverbike.

>>588052
>I still was! Um... mostly.

>>588052
>I still was! Um... mostly.

>>588052
>>Well, you're only young once.

>>588052
>Well, you're only young once.

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>>588083
Did we also smoke behind the school, and gel up our hair?

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>>588123
They're party animals, not a gang. Considering Sam's aptitude for fighting, I'd expect them to have beaten up gangs.

>>588202
It's also a space police academy, not really a gang enviroment.

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>>588052
"I still was!" You assure her, though Carly clearly isn't convinced. "Okay, um, mostly. I didn't break any laws, at least!"

Nat, Elsa, and Lida all raise their eyebrows.

"Okay, I didn't commit any felonies. And that's all that matters!" You huff.

"Jeez Sis, all these secrets and lies!" Carly shakes her head in mock shame. "Just what kind of role model do you expect to be for you poor, impressionable little sister?"

"You lost the chance to play the innocence card a loooooooooong time ago." You grunt as you flick Carly in the forehead with your finger.

"Owwww!" Carly whimpers.

But before anything else can be said, you see a navy blue hover transport land in the front lawn. A PalmSec security officer steps out of the opening loading ramp and yells.

"Party for Sam! Are you here?!"

"That's us!" You wave as you lead your motley crew over to the waiting transport. The officer gives you a sharp salute as he steps to the side. You notice he's much more rigid and stiff than you would expect an officer to be...

"HEEEEEEEEEEEEY SAM!" You freeze as you hear Luc's voice, but no longer through the electronic filter of a comm link.

Oh my god, Luc was on the transport. She was on the transport! SHE WAS PILOTING THE TRANSPORT!

"Don't worry, I'm properly licensed!" Luc laughs as she wriggles in the pilot seat. "It took three or four tries, but law of averages, am I right?"

You feel a pit forming your stomach. You've survived space battles and gunfights against pirates and enemy soldiers, and here you were, about to die at the hands of one of your old school buddies.

>Your curiosity is overriding your common sense. You just have to see how this ends.
>Hijack the transport. You'll be saving lives.
>Other

>>588212
>Your curiosity is overriding your common sense. You just have to see how this ends.

>>588212
>>Hijack the transport. You'll be saving lives.

  .
 . .

>>588212
>>Your curiosity is overriding your common sense. You just have to see how this ends.

>>588212
>>Hijack the transport. You'll be saving lives.

>>588212
>Your curiosity is overriding your common sense. You just have to see how this ends.
nod at nat, silently agreeing to cling to each other for dear life and leaving everyone unfamiliar with lucs driving to their fate.

>>588212
>Your curiosity is overriding your common sense. You just have to see how this ends.

At least she's not impaired by drugs or alcohol, right?

>>588212
>>Your curiosity is overriding your common sense. You just have to see how this ends.

>>588212
>>Your curiosity is overriding your common sense. You just have to see how this ends.

>>588212
>>Your curiosity is overriding your common sense. You just have to see how this ends.

>>588212
>>Your curiosity is overriding your common sense. You just have to see how this ends.

>>588212
>>Your curiosity is overriding your common sense. You just have to see how this ends.

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>>588212
Every fiber and instinct in your body was screaming at you to lunge forward, wrench the controls from Luc's hands, and pilot the damn transport yourself. However, you were also genuinely curious just how the hell Luc EVER got past the pilot exam, so you decided to risk it.

"All right, but if crash and burn and die horribly, I'm blaming you." You grumble as you buckle in. You make sure the restraints are extra tight.

The rest of your crew notes your actions and start buckling in as well. Amy, being a pilot herself, was particularly suspicious.

"You're... not on anything, are you?"

"If you mean any illegal contraband, no, I'm not." Luc says seriously before transitioning into a goofy smile. "Good thing most recreational drugs are legalized on this planet!"

Amy buckles in extra EXTRA tight.

"All right, ya guys wanna take the scenic route?" Luc says with the enthusiasm of a puppy. A puppy at the controls of a multimillion credit craft carrying actual people on it.

"Not real-"

"Great! Let's do it!" Luc laughs as she shoves the throttle forward as far it could go.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>588348
WITNESS ME!!!

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>588348

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>588348

>>588355
Witnessed!

>>588355
Mediocre.

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>>588355
>>588357
>>588360
Looks like we're not hurling anytime soon. I just hope the rest of the girls are fine.

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>>588355

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>>588348
You're wrenched back in your seat from the sudden acceleration as Luc laughs maniacally. She doesn't even gain altitude, instead keeping the transport low the ground, weaving around and between various buildings.

"And to your left, there's our main shopping center that we're all mighty proud of!" Luc explains. "And to the right, Sapphire Beach! One of our largest attractions!"

Meanwhile, Carly was laughing, Elsa was praying, Lida looked like she was about to be sick, Nat seemed to have injected herself with something and she was out cold, Amy was screaming obscenities at Luc's sloppy and reckless piloting while Carly was having the time of her life.

Thankfully, you've been in enough bad shuttle rides that you've become used to less than stellar piloting, so you're not TOO bothered by all the lurching and jinking. Still, you do note Luc flying just a tad too close to those skyscrapers...

"Aaaaaaand we're here"! Luc chirps as the transport thankfully lands intact on the roof of PalmSec HQ.

The officer acting as the crew chief doesn't even make it out of the craft before hurling chunks. The sight of that nearly pushes Lida over the edge, and she quickly shuffles out of the transport. Elsa helps pick up Nat before she stumbles out.

"WOOOOO! That was a great ride!" Carly whops as she unbuckles her safety belt. "Can we do that again?"

"No." You glower.

"Sure!" Luc laughs.

And that's when you see Amy fuming, absolutely livid at Luc's apparent disrespect for the art of piloting. If you didn't do anything, she might go off and do something really, REALLY dumb.

>Time for a little intervention.
>What's the worst that can happen...?
>Other

>>588500
>>What's the worst that can happen...?

>>588500
>Time for a little intervention.

>>588500
>>What's the worst that can happen...?

>>588500
>Time for a little intervention.

Okay, let's all calm down a bit.

>>588500
>>Time for a little intervention.
Last thing we need is for the two of them fighting for control of the car.

>>588500
>>Time for a little intervention.
Nope, not gonna just let things happen again, like what happened with scott. Better to quiet down things before they get too hot.

>>588500
>>Time for a little intervention.

>>588500
>Time for a little intervention.

>>588500
>>Time for a little intervention.

>>588500
>Time for a little intervention.
Merc why do you have no pictures of Luc?

>>588500
>>Time for a little intervention.

>>588500
>>Time for a little intervention.

>>588500
>>Time for a little intervention.

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>>588500
You expertly sliiiiiiiiiide in between Amy and Luc, putting your hands on your helmswoman's shoulders.

"Hey Amy, cool it down, okay? Luc's cool."

"But he nearly-" Amy sputters.

"But she got us here all safe and sound... mostly." You glance over to Lida, who was still looking rather green. Elsa was meanwhile trying to get Nat to wake up from her self induced coma, so that she might be able to treat your ailing tech officer.

"I suppose...." Amy grunts.

"Come on, I think you'll grow to like her. Maybe." You grin. "Just give her a chance, yeah?"

"Fine, fine." Amy rolls her eyes. "God I need a drink now."

"Somebody say drinks?" Luc is immediately alongside the both of you, wrapping her arms over both of your shoulders. "Well you've come to the riiiiight place!"

"What kind of booze do cops drink, anyways?" Carly wonders.

"OHMYGOSH." Luc then zips over to Carly, her eyes shining like stars. "OHMYGOD Sam you didn't tell me you were bringin' your kid sister, too! You corrupting devil, you!"

"We're long past that stage already." You sigh.

"Aren't you the little cutie?" Luc coos as she pinches Carly's cheeks.

"Hands off or I cut em off." Carly growls.

"Haha, she's got fangs!" Luc backs off with a laugh. "Like what they say, apples don't fall far from the tree, eh?"

"So when are we gonna get to the booze?" Carly asks the important question.

"Oh, we can start right away!" Luc snaps her fingers. "Unless you want a tour of my wonderful building? There's not very many chances for me to show it off!"

>It's party time!
>How about you show us around first?
>Other

>>588608
>How about you show us around first?

>>588608
>>How about you show us around first?

>>588608
>>How about you show us around first?
So it'll be easier to run away when we all wake up naked with each other.

>>588608
>How about you show us around first?

>>588608
>>How about you show us around first?

>>588608
>How about you show us around first?

>>588608
>"But he nearly-" Amy sputters.
'he'? it's 'she' right?

>How about you show us around first?

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So what do you think this important job that's needing to be done: Derelict space hulk floating in the system, planet running out of booze?

>>588608
>How about you show us around first?

>>588608
>How about you show us around first?

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>>588648
I thought we were just going to party

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>>588608
"How about you show us around, first?" You ask. It looked like the rest of your crew still needed a little time to recover, anyways.

"Sure thing!" Luc's eyes flash again. "Come on! Off we go!"

You try to keep up with Luc's brisk pace as she furiously parawalks. through the halls of the building, showing you points of interest.

"Down there, you can see the training fields!" Luc points down to a large open athletic field at the foot of the structure. It was darkened now, only lit up by eternal lighting, but even now you could see quite a few people running laps in the cooler night air. "Unlike other system security departments, every officer is expected to keep a minimum level of physical appearance!"

"Really?" Elsa raises an eyebrow.

"Well, this is a tourist planet, after all. Everything has to look nice!" Luc explains. "Of course, this does mean that selection is a bit stringent, but we haven't been having any recruitment shortfalls so far!"

Luc then continues on, pointing to a large landing pad where you could see ships of all shapes and sizes docked.

"There's our starport, of course. Equipped with the latest, fastest, and most advanced patrol corvettes in the sector!"

You feel a beat of nostalgia and sadness for your old patrol destroyer, wherever she is now.

"Something wrong, Sam?" Luc frowns. "Looks like ya got something in your eye."

>Oh, it's nothing.
>Just some old memories.
>Other

>>588691
>Just some old memories.

>>588691
>>Just some old memories.
The Selene's probably gathering dust and rust right now

>>588691
>Just some old memories.

>>588691
>>Just some old memories.

>>588691
>>Just some old memories.

>>588691
>>Just some old memories.

>>588690
what the fuck is going on with her elbow there?

>>588698
That, or she's getting carved up and recycled for spare parts.

>>588691
>Just some old memories.

>>588691
>Just some old memories.

>>588691
>>Just some old memories.

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>>588708
Nah, they wouldn't recycle a ship as good as the Selene, they'd just mothball her until the time comes to put her back into service

>>588691
>>Just some old memories.

>>588691
>Just some old memories.

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>>588691
"Ah, just some old memories." You sniff as you wipe a tear from your eye.

"Ah yeah, I heard ya got canned from SolSec. That really sucks." Luc frowns. "What happened to your ship?"

"Decommissioned. Probably in mothballs on the Moon or something." You sigh. It kind of pains you to think about it, really.

"Ah, well, sorry about dredging that ship up."

"Eh, what's done is done." You shrug. "Come on, aren't we on a tour?"

"Yeah, yeah!" Luc nods, regaining her composure.

The tour continues, with Luc leading you all through most of the general areas of PalmSec HQ. Honestly, it wasn't all that much different from SolSec HQ, though notably much smaller. Palm Isle after all only had a fraction of Earth's population. Soon enough, you're all routed back to Luc's criminally spacious office, which looked more like one of the high end hotel suites than an actual office.

"The perks of being Director." Luc grins as her comm rings. "Sorry, let me just take this call real fast."

"Um Director, there's some issues that require your attention." A meek voice says from the other end.

"Lay it on me." Luc sighs as she shrugs off her coat.

"Well, it seems planetary happy hour was much more popular than we had anticipated. Planetary reserves of chips, nacho cheese, and ranch dip are at critically low levels. We may have a riot on our hands if this isn't resolved quickly!"

"Okay..." Luc jots it down on her datapad. "And is there anything else?"

"Nothing so far, ma'am."

"All right, you go tell the Govs that I'll take care of this cheese thing in the morning, all right? I ain't taking any more calls tonight."

"Understood, Director."

"Sheesh, this fucking job!" Luc lounges back in her chair. "Sometimes it makes me wish I was still a cadet!"

"It's always give and take." You grin. "So how about that drink?"

"Now we're talking!" Luc's eyes light up. "So what do you want?"

>It's PARTY TIME
>I want to at least be alive in the morning...
>Other

>>588760
>>It's PARTY TIME

>>588760
>It's PARTY TIME

>>588760
>>It's PARTY TIME

>>588760
>It's PARTY TIME

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>>588760
>>It's PARTY TIME

>>588760
>It's PARTY TIME
Time to talk about cute/handsome BOYS

>>588760
>I want to at least be alive in the morning...

Wait, riots over chips and dip? Doesn't that seem a little extreme?

>>588760
>It's PARTY TIME

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>>588778
I imagine it's like Megacity One, so much free time and hedonism that there isn't anything left to do but get angry and fight over nothing

>>588760
>It's PARTY TIME

>>588778
It must be some pretty good chips and dip.

>>588778
>Wait, riots over chips and dip? Doesn't that seem a little extreme?

This IS a tourist planet, which means snacks and similar stuff are probably critical goods that needs to be prepared for visitors to ensure maximum satisfaction and thus repeat business. I'd imagine it's life and death for the people that owns the planet.

>>588760
>It's PARTY TIME

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Rolled 17, 18, 8 = 43 (3d20)

>>588760
"All right, Luc, break out your biggest guns!" You challenge your old buddy. "Let's see if you've still got that iron liver!"

"Heh, I've been keeping in good practice." Luc grins devilishly as she looks to the rest of the crew. "All of ya can help yourselves to whatever you want! My treat!"

"Help ourselves to what?" Amy blinks.

"Oh right, sorry!" Luc presses a button on her desk, and one of the walls slides open to reveal a fully stocked wet bar, complete with its own bartending drone.

"Fucking Director perks," You sigh.

"Director perks!" Luc laughs as she pics an absolutely ancient looking bottle from a stasis cooler. "I've been saving up this one! Apparently it's from a vintage before human even left the Sol System!"

"You fucking pulling my leg." You blink.

"Bullshit!" Carly chimes in.

"Easy to say, but how about we give it at try first?" Luc smiles as she hands you a glass of the crimson liquid.

>Roll 1d20

>>588788
We should also ask if there are any private coves, waterfalls, jungle areas near the beach

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>588803

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Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>588803

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>588803

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>>588806
Looks like we're sorta tipsy at the worst.

>>588804
>inb4 lewd things with Tank

>>588805
>>588806
>>588808
Wait, this can't be right. Where's the nat 1 that always happens when Sam drinks?

>>588819
>Sam
You mean every MC. Except Jaeger.

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>>588824
Particularly Karla though. Like, Jesus fuck she has no luck

>>588819
>inb4 everyone gets hammered and talks about love interests

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>>588803
"Ohmygod!" You wheeze as the burning liquid forces its way down your throat. "That's some strong shit!"

"I know, right?" Luc laughs as she casually pours another glass, apparently not affected at all. "I can see it's already knocking ya off your feet!"

"I can shtill stand!" You say as you try to maintain your balance.

"Fuuuuuuuck man!" Carly teeters back and forth. "That really is some good shit!"

You look at the effect it's had on the rest of your crew. Nat doesn't look phased at all. Elsa is loosening up more than she usually is, getting awfully touchy with Lida, while Amy's face was already red as a plasma bolt. She was always the lightest among all of you after all.

"It was a good drink, but it felt a bit... lacking in some areas." Nat give a sly grin as she takes a spot behind the bar, her fingers sliding along the varnished wood. "If the Captain permits me, I'd like to make something with the materials on hand..."

>Go for it, Nat!
>No mad science tonight, Nat!
>Other

>>588832
>>Go for it, Nat!
Time for the MIXER!

>>588832
>Go for it, Nat!

>>588832
>>Go for it, Nat!

>>588832
>No mad science tonight, Nat!
Not while we're drunk and don't know right from wrong at least.

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>>588832

>Go for it, Nat!

>>588832
>>Go for it, Nat!

>>588832
>No mad science tonight, Nat!

We've got no idea what she'll do once we're unconscious.

>>588827
>Like, Jesus fuck she has no luck
Only with drinks. She had godlike luck in the pilot seat.

>>588832
>Go for it, Nat!

>>588832
>Go for it, Nat!

>>588832
>>Go for it, Nat!
GAIN TITS

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>>588832
"You know what, fuck it. Go for it, Nat!" You cheer your crazy doctor on. "Don't hold back!"

"I don't plan to." Natalia giggles as she starts pulling drinks and chemicals of all kinds out from the bar and mixing them together into a new concoction.

"Sheriously, why do we shtill trust her with thish shtuff?" Amy slurs, trying to align her butt with the bar stool she was trying to sit down on.

"Keeps things interesting." Lida shrugs.

"It's not like Nat's ever made anything outright DANGEROUS to us." Elsa laughs.

"Kinda." Carly shrugs, glaring at Nat suspiciously. Yeah, she still wanted that boob formula.

"All right, all done!" Nat says happily as she starts pouring out glasses of a glowing blue fluid. She then takes a lighter and sets all the drinks on fire, each of them burning like little blue torches.

"You want us to drink THAT!!?" Amy says incredulously.

"Quit being such a big baby, Amy." You chastise her as you grab your glass and down it in one go.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>588859

Time for Beach Bod!

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>588859

>>588859

Bottoms up!

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>588859

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>588859
COME ON

>>588862
You think the 17 is enough for beach bod?

I think 17 was suntan lotion but we still have that so maybe it compounds?

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>>588880
Hopefully, we don't get too big. Otherwise, we might get a wardrobe malfunction.

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>>588889
Why so much focus up there? Why not be bigger down below?

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>>588859
Nat's drink hits you like brick wall, but you're able to ride out the worst of the wave, though you still feel a bit dizzy. But all in all, it was a pretty solid drink.

You wonder how the others were handling-

"Caaaaaaaaaap~." Elsa purrs as she wraps herself around your left arm.

"How about we have some fuuuuuuun~?" Amy giggles as she takes your right.

"We can share you, right? We're your crew, after all." Lida mumbles as she hugs you from behind.

Oh jesus fuck.

You look at the rest of your crew. Carly seems to have been knocked out cold, sleeping like a baby. Neither Nat nor Luc seem to have been affected, but they're looking on with an endless amount of amusement.

"Interesting. I didn't think the compound would so well..." Nat chuckles. "It looks like the aphrodisiac effects are tied to alcohol tolerance...

"Jeez, Nat, you ever think about going into bartending? You'd make some serious fucking bank here!" Luc laughs.

"The thought has crossed my mind, yes." Nat smiles smugly as she toasts Luc with a second round.

Nat, that bitch! She KNEW. Knew and let it happen anyways!

Meanwhile you were still getting totally buried in bitches, hugging and rubbing against you like horny cats.

>This is fine.
>This isn't right! You need immediate evac!
>If you're going down you're taking this entire ship down with you!
>Other

>>588908
>If you're going down you're taking this entire ship down with you!

>>588908
>If you're going down you're taking this entire ship down with you!

>>588908
>>This isn't right! You need immediate evac!
Evasive Manoeuvres!

>>588908
>>If you're going down you're taking this entire ship down with you!

>>588908
>>If you're going down you're taking this entire ship down with you!

>>588908
>If you're going down you're taking this entire ship down with you!

>>588908
>>If you're going down you're taking this entire ship down with you!

>>588908
>>This is fine.

>>588908
>If you're going down you're taking this entire ship down with you!

>>588908
>If you're going down you're taking this entire ship down with you!

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>>588908
Well fuck that. If you were going down, you were going to take everybody down with you!

"Hey giiiiirls~." You purr back to you completely smashed bridge crew. "Wouldn't it be awesome if we could have Luc and Nat join in on the fun?"

"Greeeeeat idea, Cap!" Elsa giggles.

"The best idea!" Amy giggles in unison.

That's when you see Nat's smile instantly melt away. You can see her moving to make her escape, only to be pushed into Elsa and Lida's waiting by Luc.

"Traitor." Nat narrows her eyes.

"Hey, you can't just keep observing all the time!" Luc chortles as she downs another round to get into the mood.

Fuck, you might as well, too...

...

...

...

The next morning, you wake to find yourself...

>Still in what's left of Luc's office.
>Back in your hotel room.
>In a jail cell.
>Other

>>588932
>Still in what's left of Luc's office.
Sorry for the mess

>>588932
>>Still in what's left of Luc's office.

>>588932
>Still in what's left of Luc's office.

>>588932
>In a jail cell.

>>588932
>>Still in what's left of Luc's office.

Let us not speak of this.

>>588932
>>In a jail cell.

>>588932
>>Still in what's left of Luc's office.

>>588932
>>Other
>>In a Warzone with mini-tanks and mercs.

>>588932
>Back in your hotel room.

>>588932
>>Still in what's left of Luc's office.

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>>588949
>It's all holograms for the future equivalent of airsoft

>>588932
>Still in what's left of Luc's office.

>>588957
>everyone's actually naked underneath those hardlight clothes

>nanite clothes sometimes form and reform in the wrong places. Though they are useful if you need to turn a shirt into a pair of shorts

>>588932
>Still in what's left of Luc's office.

>>In a jail cell

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>>588932
You groan as you get up from the ruined tatters of what used to be a sofa. You look around, bleary eyed as you're surrounded by the sleeping forms for Luc and your crew. Like yourself, their clothes were all messed up and disheveled. You also sore all over, but you'd rather not think on how or why.

"Haha, just like old times, huh?" Luc giggles as she stretches, not caring that her loosely button shirt slid off in the process, exposing her bare chest to you. "Least I can get other people to take care of he cleanup this time!"

"Heh, a bit too much like old times." You rub your eyes.

"Yeah, well, the fun times are over for now." Luc groans as she crawls back to her desk. "I actually gotta work now."

"How horrifying."

"I know, right?" Luc winces as her comm rings, its shrill shriek punching through your eardrums like a knife.

"I told you I'd be handling that cheese thing!" Luc snaps.

"Um, Director, it's not about that." The secretary on the other end explains, his voice filled with a mix of worry and panic. "There's... there's an intruder in the building!"

"What?!" Luc snaps to attention. "Who? Where?!"

"We don't have ID, but he's heading up the main lift right now!"

"Casualties?"

"A few minor injuries so far..."

Wait a minute...

"Intruder is also heavily armored!"

No...

"We're bringing up surveillance footage right now!"

A hologram then winks own, showing Tank, of all people standing resolutely in the main lift, no doubt heading for the office. You wonder why the hell he was here and how he knew you were-

Oh right, you remember now. All Accord personnel had implants in order to read vital signs and track locations. Tank probably got worried last night and pulled up your tracking info...

Was he coming to rescue you?

>Awww, that's so sweet!
>THAT FUCKING IDIOT.
>Other

>>589005
>>Awww, that's so sweet!

>>589005
>>Other
Notify Luc, its just your concerned underling.

then:
>>Awww, that's so sweet!

>>589005
>>Awww, that's so sweet!

>>589005
>Awww, that's so sweet!

>>589005
>Awww, that's so sweet!

>>589005
>>Awww, that's so sweet!
>>THAT FUCKING IDIOT.

Mixed feelings

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>>589005
>>Awww, that's so sweet!

Tank, you lovable dumbo.
Maybe we should put on something sporty?

>>589023
>Mixed feelings
>Tank's face when he learns we "went down" with the entire ship.

>>589005

>Awww, that's so sweet!
We also need to get him to stop beating people up.

Can't shake the feeling of Tamk getting taken out of the game for a bit, forcing Sam to do things he normally assisted her with.

>>589005
>THAT FUCKING IDIOT.
He can't just go around beating up planet security just to find us.

>>589005
>Awww, that's so sweet!

Well, let see if Luc has her own Tank.

Because if Carly has Bolt, maybe Luc also has some Heavily Armored bodyguard too.

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>>589048
If she does, I'm betting it's a wrestler. Would fit this wacky tourist-focused planet

>>589005
>Awww, that's so sweet!

>>589074
Ooh.
Make him a luchador then.

>>589048
>>589074
> Or he works port security and offers us some "legal," chewable gummy vitamins that Natalia patented through the Interstellar Drug Administration.

>>589082
Next thing you know, he has his own giant robot to fight monsters of the week on the planet's own conveniently abandoned warehouse district.

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>>589005
"Awwww, that's so sweet!" You coo as you watch Tank advance.

You barely had seconds to get yourself dressed into any semblance of modesty before Tank kicks the door down, his helmet lenses glowing a murderous red as he scans the room. He catches sight of you and seeing the state you're in, immediately rushes to you, trying to fix up your clothes as best he can.

"Tank, what are you doing here?" You glower.

Tank points to to his datapad. He activated the tracker to check on your status since you weren't responding to his calls, and then he got a look at your vital signs were becoming erratic, your hearbeat and pulse spiking rapidly and constantly. He was afraid you were being tortured or something-

OKAAAAAY that was enough.

"Tank, it's okay." You smile as you pat his armored shoulder. "We were just... having a little fun. It's no big deal."

"Dohohoho, so this is the Tank I've been hearing so much about!" Luc giggles.

Tank turns and eyes your classmate suspiciously, as he's wont to do with strangers.

"Oh my, I hope he doesn't bite!" Luc does a mock gasp.

"Not too hard." You roll your eyes. "Tank, this is Luc, one of my old Academy friends. Luc, Tank."

Tank nods silently.

"Oh my, he's certainly the knight in shining armor type, is he? I'm so jealous~!" Luc teases.

Tank then looks back at you, waiting for more orders.

>Dismiss him. Everything's fine.
>You were gonna head back anyways. Now you've got a mule to carry your deadbeat crew.
>Other

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>>589090
>Said abandoned warehouse district is right beside the old museum of priceless and irreplaceable artifacts, the homework factory, and other buildings conveniently going to be destroyed.

>>589097
>You were gonna head back anyways. Now you've got a mule to carry your deadbeat crew.

>>589097
>>You were gonna head back anyways. Now you've got a mule to carry your deadbeat crew.

>>589097
>You were gonna head back anyways. Now you've got a mule to carry your deadbeat crew.

Time to spend our vacation days!

>>589097
>Dismiss him. Everything fine.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nt1FgNLovTg

>>589097
>>You were gonna head back anyways. Now you've got a mule to carry your deadbeat crew.

>>589097
>>You were gonna head back anyways. Now you've got a mule to carry your deadbeat crew.

>>589097
>Dismiss him. Everything's fine.

>>589097
>You were gonna head back anyways. Now you've got a mule to carry your deadbeat crew.

>>589097
>>You were gonna head back anyways. Now you've got a mule to carry your deadbeat crew.

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>>589097
Well, you were thinking about heading back anyways, and with Tank here, you'd have some transportation capacity to get your passed out crew out of here!

"Come on, Tank. Let's go back to the hotel." You sigh. "And help me carry these losers."

Tank nods and bends down, taking up Amy and Elsa in his arms while slinging Nat and Lida over his shoulders. You handle Carly yourself. Thankfully, Carly's clothes were still crisp and untouched, meaning she wasn't involved in most of last night's antics. Carly mumbles something in her sleep, but otherwise doesn't wake.

"Well, it was great hanging out with you again!" Luc smiles. "If you ever drop by, you know how to find me!"

"Yeah, rob a bank." You wiserack.

"Get outta here, ya cheeky bitch." Luc laughs.

As you, Tank, and you respective cargoes make your way to the landing pad where your ride home was waiting. You wince as the sunlight shines into your eyes. It was a warm and sunny day, naturally.

The perfect beach weather...

>And that's it for tonight! As always, next thread is next week, and don't forget KanColle on Friday!

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>>589162
See you next week for the fabled BEACH SCENE!

>>589162
Thanks for the run, Merc!

>>589162
Thanks for the run.

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>>589162
THANKS MERC WITH LOVE FROM DOWN UNDER!

>>589162
Thanks for running Merc-kun.

>>589162
Is the suntan lotion still working?