>>621735
>Set down on a beach right now. Bradford can find some comfort in managing the cleanup of the others.
Hey Merc.

>>621735
>Set down on a beach right now. Bradford can find some comfort in managing the cleanup of the others.

>>621735
>Set down on a beach right now. Bradford can find some comfort in managing the cleanup of the others.

>>621735
>>Set down on a beach right now. Bradford can find some comfort in managing the cleanup of the others.
Captain's privilege.

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>>621735

>Set down on a beach right now. Bradford can find some comfort in managing the cleanup of the others.

Seeing as we have a bikini made of nano-materials which can turn into almost anything, do you think we can turn it into a one-piece with only enough material to make a sling bikini?

>>621783
Well, since Sam has some alone-time why shouldn't she experiment?

And then she realizes Tank has followed and is watching her...

>>621823
Let's try something frilly, sporty, or a sarong.

>>621735
>>Set down on a beach right now. Bradford can find some comfort in managing the cleanup of the others.

>>621735
>>Set down on a beach right now. Bradford can find some comfort in managing the cleanup of the others.


>>621823
Tease Tank until we hear a clank?

>>621735
>>Set down on a beach right now. Bradford can find some comfort in managing the cleanup of the others.

>>621962
>>621823
I can't wait to see what his beachwear is.

>>621969
I picture him putting sunscreen on the nose of his helmet

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>>621735
"Hey." You call out to the pilot. "You think you can drop us off at the beach near our hotel?"

"Um, sir thing, ma'am." The pilot obediently nods.

Tank gives you a curious looks.

"What, I'm just in the mood for a morning swim, you know?" You wink.

Tank then stands up, his armor clanking and grinding. It looks like he wants to come with you, too.

>Cool, you could use some company.
>M-maybe you can show off to him a bit...
>This is your chance to see under his armor!
>Nah, you just want to be alone.
>Other

>>621994
>M-maybe you can show off to him a bit...

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>>621994
>>M-maybe you can show off to him a bit...

>>621994
>M-maybe you can show off to him a bit...
>This is your chance to see under his armor!

>>621994
>Cool, you could use some company.
>M-maybe you can show off to him a bit...
no way in hell are we seeing under the armor durign the beach arc, it'll be in some crisis moment or deeply tender reveal.

>>621994
>>M-maybe you can show off to him a bit...

>>621994
>>M-maybe you can show off to him a bit...

>>621994
>>M-maybe you can show off to him a bit...

>>621994
>M-maybe you can show off to him a bit...

>>621994
>Cool, you could use some company.
>This is your chance to see under his armor!

>>621994
>M-maybe you can show off to him a bit...
>This is your chance to see under his armor!

>Tank put on your swimsuit.
>This armour is airtight, and designed to withstand pressures well below the depth of the surrounding water.

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>>621994
Well, m-maybe this was a good opportunity to show off to him! And also a great opportunity to get him to take that damn armor of his off!

"Sure thing, Tank. You can come too!" You wink.

Tank nods rapidly, the closest sign to him showing an actual amount of happiness.

"But you know that means you'd have to have casual swimwear." You instruct. "We can't have you walking around in all that armor! You'd cause a ruckus!"

Tank shakes his head. He clarifies that he's coming along as a bodyguard, not a tourist. As such, the armor is a requirement of his job.

Oh, that slippery bastard.

>Fine, if you really want to keep it on...
>It's gotta come off. Consider it an order.
>Other

>>622149
>>Other
Go on your knees, quiver your lips, puppy dogs eyes to the max.

PLLLLEEEEEAAAAAASSSSEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

>>622149
>Fine, if you really want to keep it on...
"i'd still like to see what you look like in private though."

>>622149
>It's gotta come off. Consider it an order.

At least make it beach themed!

>>622149
>>It's gotta come off. Consider it an order.
then
>>622160

>>622149
>It's gotta come off. Consider it an order.

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>>622149
>>It's gotta come off. Consider it an order.

Don't make us seduce you!

>>622149
>Fine, if you really want to keep it on...

If you get him to take off the armor, he'll be wearing a full-body wetsuit underneath it.

>>622149
>>Fine, if you really want to keep it on...

>>622149
>It's gotta come off. Consider it an order.

>>622149
>It's gotta come off. Consider it an order.

>>622149
>Fine, if you really want to keep it on...

>>622208
At least we'll be able to get a better idea of his true figure.

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>>622149
"It's gotta come off. Consider it an order." You grunt, putting your hands on your hips to demonstrate your authority, despite the fact Tank was at least two full heads taller than you.

Tank was loyal, he'd never refuse a direct order!

Tank shakes his heads again. VIP protection provisions in the Accord Standard Operations Manual state that a registered bodyguard could take any and all measure to ensure the safety of their charges, even if it meant countermanding direct and contrary orders otherwise.

W-what?

You quickly bring up the manual on the rulebook and do a quick search, and groan when you realize Tank was right. He had really thought this through, didn't he?

>Admit defeat.
>Use cuteness.
>Use seduction.
>Throw a tantrum.
>Other

>>622295
>>Admit defeat.

>>622295
>Use cuteness.

>>622295
>>Admit defeat.

>>622295
>>Use cuteness.

>>622295
>>Use seduction.

>>622295
>>Admit defeat.

>>622295
>Use cuteness.
>Use seduction.

>>622295
>Admit defeat.

>>622295
>>Use cuteness.

>>622295
>Use cuteness.

>>622295
>Throw a tantrum.

>>622295
>Use cuteness.

>>622295
>Other
>Use logic
Most crimes here are crimes of opportunity, so our primary armor here is the protection of inconspicuousness - that people wouldn't even bother with us. By wearing his armor, he instead draws the attention of any potential enemies to us, which, while making it so that he can better react to danger, also places us in more danger in the first place.

Besides, we believe in him, we know he's good enough to keep us safe even without all that armor~!

>>622337
support

>>622337
backing

>>622337
Supporting

>>622337
Backing

>>622337
You know what? This is good.
Supportan

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>>622295
Okay, so cuteness has a lot of votes, but so does the write in, so we'll have a runoff to confirm!

>Cuteness
>Logic

>>622427
>>Logic

>>622427
>>Cuteness

>>622427
>Cuteness

Logic implies Tank gives a shit about discretion.

>>622427
>>Logic

>>622427
>Logic

>>622427
This is a losing battle either way....

>>622427
>>Logic

>>622427
>Cuteness

>>622427
>Logic

>>622427
>>Logic

>>622427
>Logic

So what sort of beach activities should we partake in?

Finding seashells? Getting tans?

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>>622427
Dohoho, so he wants to play it that way, huh? Well, you've got your own plays, too!

"Well, you see, Tank." You grin smugly. "Most crimes here are crimes of opportunity, so our primary protection here is being inconspicuous. Wearing that armor just attracts attention, and therefore more potential danger to us!"

Tank just stares at you blankly. Finally he acquiesces as you see his shoulders slump. He'll wear something different in this situation, then.

"There!" You smile brightly. "Was that so hard?"

Tank glares at you again.

"Don't be like that!" You tut. "You need to get some sun, after all!"

Tank just shakes his head in defeat right as the transport lands on a currently unused parking lot.

"Come on, it'll be fun!" You assure him as you saunter out of the transport and onto solid ground.

Tank continues to sulk as he drags his feet off towards the changing rooms.

Ha! You finally got him!

Actually, shit, you need to get changed, too! You rush over to the ladies side of the changing area and take a booth. After a quick scan to check for any hidden cameras (you can never be too careful!), you finally start stripping off your hooded summer jacket and skirt, leaving yourself completely naked. You pull a small box from your bag and open it to find a small collection of nanites pulsing and crawling inside. A holographic display then winks on, asking what sort of swimsuit you wanted. You start browsing through the two-piece options...

>Something frilly and cute.
>Something sporty and streamlined.
>Something skimpy and sexy.
>Other

>>622589
>>Something frilly and cute.

>>622589
>>Something skimpy and sexy.

>>622589
>Something frilly and cute.

>>622589
>Something sporty and streamlined.

>>622589
>>Something skimpy and sexy.

>>622427
>>Logic

>>622589
>>Something sporty and streamlined.
>>622589

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>>622589
>>Something skimpy and sexy.

So many options....

>>622589
>>Something sporty and streamlined.
f*ck, i missed.

>>622589
>Something frilly and cute.

>>622589

>Something frilly and cute.

>>622589
>Something skimpy and sexy.

>>622589
>Something sporty and streamlined.

>>622589
>>Something frilly and cute.

>>622589
>>Something skimpy and sexy.

>>622589
>Something sporty and streamlined.

>>622589
>Something sporty and streamlined.

>>622589
>>Something skimpy and sexy.

>Something skimpy and sexy.

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>>622589
Well, we got a tie between sporty and skimpy! So let's have one more runoff vote!

>Sporty
>Skimpy

>>622745
>Skimpy

>>622745
>Sporty

>>622745
>>Sporty

>>622745
>Sporty

>>622745
>Skimpy

>>622745
>Skimpy

>>622745
>>Skimpy

>>622745
>>Skimpy

>>622745
>Sporty

>>622745
Sporty

>>622745
>Sporty

>>622745
>Sporty

>>622745
>>Skimpy

>>622745
>Sporty

>>622745
>>Sporty

>>622745
>>Skimpy

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>>622745
You decide to go with something sporty and streamlined, Nothing too fancy or skimpy. Perfect to demonstrate what a professional you were! You nod with gusto and program in the the swimsuit. You wince as the included body scanner performs its function, reading all your body measurements. You then dip your finger into the box, where the nanites start crawling across your skin and up your arm like a horde of ants. You fight the urge to scratch and wiggle as the nanites cover up your private bits and start to meld together, forming the basis of your new swimsuit.

And just like that, all done! One trendy and functional sports bikini ready and waiting! You admire yourself in the mirror and perform a few experimental twirls to make sure everything was in working order.

Satisfied, you back up your belongings and clothes into your bag and exit the booth. You look around, but don't see Tank, or anything resembling his size, anywhere. And you knew that he'd never leave the building without you, which meant...

He was still changing!

>Wait for him like a polite person would.
>It's peeping time!
>Other

>>622885
>>It's peeping time!

>>622885
>It's peeping time!

>>622885
>>Wait for him like a polite person would.

>>622885
>Wait for him like a polite person would.

>>622885
>>Wait for him like a polite person would.

>>622885
>Wait for him like a polite person would.
W-we're not a pervert at least while we're sober who am I kidding we're totally a pervert

>>622885
>>Wait for him like a polite person would.

>>622885
>Wait for him like a polite person would.

>>622885
>>Wait for him like a polite person would.

>>622885
>>It's peeping time!

>>622885
>Wait for him like a polite person would.

>>622885
>>>Wait for him like a polite person would.

>>622937
As long as we don't tell ANYONE what happened last night.

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>>623038
I'm farily sure nobody, not even us, knows what happened last night

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>>622885
While tempting to peek in on him while he was at his most vulnerable, you decide it was best to wait for Tank to come out like a polite person would. Thankfully, it's barely a wait of a few minutes. You can hear loud and heavy footsteps coming out of the male changing rooms.

Finally! You'll finally be able to see-

And then Tank walks out not in his traditional armor, but a full body diving suit, breathing equipment and everything.

That Tank...

>Okay, I have to concede that one.
>That's cheating!
>Other

>>623114
>>That's cheating!

>>623114
>That's cheating!

>>623114
>>Okay, I have to concede that one.

>>623114
You did it you madman


>>That's cheating!
>>Other(Pout)

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>>623114
>Other
That's a great idea, Tank! Let's go diving for alien sea life.

>>623114
>That's cheating!
>Other: Do you honestly think you're less conspicuous with that getup? I might as well have had Carly bring her robot.

>>623114
>>That's cheating!

>>623114
Supporting: >>623134

>>623114
>Okay, I have to concede that one.
>But really tank, this is just going to make me even more curious.

>>623114
>>Okay, I have to concede that one.
You madman!

>>623114
>Okay, I have to concede that one.

>>623114
>"Tank, that is in no way inconspicuous."

>>623114
>Other (POUT)
>That's cheating!

>>623114
>Okay, I have to concede that one.

>>623114
Where'd he even get a diving suit from?

>>623182
Maybe he had his armour built entirely around a diving suit?

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>>623182

>>623114
>>That's cheating!

>>623182
Hardlight components?

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>>623114
You burst out in laughter. You have to admit, Tank outplayed you on this one, too. There was no way you could argue a diving suit was out of place on the beach, even if it was a slightly militarized one. You're not even exactly sure where the hell he was keeping the damn thing this whole time!

Tank just nods and gazes out to the nearby ocean. He then points to the beach, where you could already see quite a few people wading and sunbathing, and then to a small marina where you could see a number of recreational boats docked.

>Hang out on the beach.
>Go boating!
>Other

>>623249
>Hang out on the beach.

>>623249
>>Go boating!
Might as well see the bounty of the sea.

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>>623249
>>Go boating!
Totally no monsters out there

>>623249
>Go boating!

>inb4 we find lost treasure.

>>623249
>>Hang out on the beach.

>>623249
>Go boating!

>>623249
>Go boating!

>>623249
>>Hang out on the beach.
Tank's recommendation? ok

>>623249
>Hang out on the beach.

>>623249
>>Hang out on the beach.
do we have the suntan lotion skin?

>>623387
Yeah, we should have it lasting for the rest of the trip.

Hopefully, it won't cause any clothing malfunctions.

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>>623249
Hm, well, maybe a nice boat ride would to good for the both of you! You grab Tank's hand and drag him along as you head for the marina. Tank immediately understands your intentions and follows along obediently, his diving suit making louder and raspier breathing sounds than his old armor. It's a simple matter to rent one of the small luxury yachts, complete with an autopilot system. The clerks don't even give Tank a second glance, which was a nice change of pace.

And just like that, you and Tank were out on the open ocean, the yacht powering along on the azure blue waves. You stand out on the bow of the ship and take a deep breath of the salty, tropical air as the sea spray hits your face and body like a shower.

Meanwhile, behind you, you note Tank is fiddling with the autopilot, while at the same time apparently fighting the urge to stare at you for too long.

With a bit of a playful grin, you saunter back to the bridge and very casually sit on Tank's armored thigh. You notice Tank tense up, but he stoically continues his work.

"Hmmmmmm." You lean over, making sure Tank get a full view of your newly exposed and dangling cleavage. "Sooooo, whatcha doing, Tank?"

Tank points a trembling finger to the holoscreen, where you see it helpfully displaying a number of sites of interest. Looks like he was wondering where to go?

RAINBOW REEF: A popular diving location, filled with all kinds of colorful and diverse wildlife. Be cautious of aquatic predators, though!

CRYSTAL COVE: A quiet and secluded cove on a remote island that provides both privacy and a dazzling view!

THE VORTEX: A pot of uncharacteristically rough waters, the swift currents and high waves generated by the Vortex make it a very popular spot for water sports.

Huh, those all sound pretty enticing, but seeing how far apart they were, you probably only had time to see one...

>Rainbow Reef
>Crystal Cove
>The Vortex
>Other

>>623471
>Rainbow Reef

>>623471
>>Rainbow Reef

Let's try to pick up a souvenir for the others back in the hotel.

>>623471
>Crystal Cove

>>623471
>Rainbow Reef

I need to see Tank punch a shark in the nose.

>>623471
>Crystal Cove

>>623471
>>Crystal Cove

>>623471
>>Crystal Cove

>>623471
>>Crystal Cove
pretty crystals? nice

>>623471
>>Rainbow Reef

>>623471
>>Crystal Cove

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>>623471
"Ooooooh, Crystal Cove sounds nice." You grin. "Nice and private where nobody can disturb us~."

Tank gives a cautious nod and punches in the coordinates into the autopilot. The yacht changes course and begins picking up speed. It'll take a little while to get there. What should you do in the meantime?

>Continue to tease Tank.
>Maybe you should check in on the others.
>Other

>>623619
>>Continue to tease Tank.
Nanobot "Malfunction"

>>623619
>>Continue to tease Tank.

>>623619
>Maybe you should check in on the others.

No sense in leaving them out of a day off.

>>623619
>>Continue to tease Tank.

Switch to sexy swimsuit for a second.

>>623619
>>Maybe you should check in on the others.

>>623619
>>Continue to tease Tank.

>>623619
>>Maybe you should check in on the others.

>>623619
>Continue to tease Tank.

>>623619
>>Maybe you should check in on the others.

>>623619
>>Maybe you should check in on the others.

>>623619
>Maybe you should check in on the others.

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>>623619
You suppose you should check in on the others. After all, you haven't really seen them all morning, so it would do some good to call in.

Of course, your first call is to Bradford, who naturally would be in charge.

"Bradford? Do you read me?" You ask in your comm.

"Captain." Bradford doesn't sound surprised at all. "I see you've decided to go out on your own."

"Yeah, I think some alone time was needed." You agree. "So uh, you got the package?"

"If you mean a bunch of very hungover girls, then yes." Bradford sighs. "They're all sleeping it off, except for Carly, who's already up and about, but I lost track of her. I'm assuming she's off doing her own thing as well. She at least has that much in common with you."

Huh, you wonder what Carly was up to.

Wait a minute, there was still someone else!

"Where's Scott?" You ask.

"Scott? I haven't seen him recently, either." Bradford reports. "I suppose he's off on his own as well."

Or maybe...

>Eh, you can trust Carly not to get into too much trouble.
>You should reeeaaaallly call Carly.
>Other

>>623745
>>Eh, you can trust Carly not to get into too much trouble.

>>623745
>Eh, you can trust Carly not to get into too much trouble

>>623745
>Eh, you can trust Carly not to get into too much trouble.

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>>623745
>>You should reeeaaaallly call Carly.

>>623745
>>You should reeeaaaallly call Carly.

>>623745
>>Eh, you can trust Carly not to get into too much trouble.

>>623745
>>You should reeeaaaallly call Carly.
"You're not mixing it up with the mafia, are you?"

>>623745
> call Carly.

>>623745
>>You should reeeaaaallly call Carly.

So Woel and Hoel are off on their own.
Now Sam and Carly are off on their own.

>>623745
>You should reeeaaaallly call Carly.

>>623745
>>You should reeeaaaallly call Carly.

>>623745
>You should reeeaaaallly call Carly.

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>>622570

Normal beach stuff--surfing, bonfires in the evening, oiled beach volleyball, maybe even some barbeque!

>>623824
Exploring caves of dubious nature.

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>>623824
>>623846

That or, skinny dipping in a waterfall.

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>>623745
"All right, I'll give Carly a call, see what she's up to." You conclude.

"Good idea." Bradford says in agreement. "In the meantime, I'll get the girls here cleaned up, and ah, I'm not sure if I should mention this, but..."

"But what, Bradford?" You ask with a little unease.

"I believe Elizabeth may have... followed us here." Bradford says with uncertainty.

"What?" You frown. Since Elizabeth technically wasn't part of your crew, she wasn't actually coming along on this vacation. Was she tasked to spy on you all? Or did she not want to be left out? You never knew for sure with spies.

"Just thought that you should know." Bradford sighs.

"Thanks, I'll keep an eye out." You nod as you cut the comm and dial in Carly's number.

"Heeeeey, Sis!" Carly says cheerfully. "So how's your date going?"

W-what? That cheeky little-!

>I have no clue what you're talking about.
>Better than yours, I suspect.
>Other

>>623856
>>I have no clue what you're talking about.

>>623856
>>I have no clue what you're talking about.

>>623856
>>Better than yours, I suspect.

>>623856
>Better than yours, I suspect.

>>623856
>>Better than yours, I suspect.

>>623856
>>I have no clue what you're talking about.
"Strictly professional!"

>>623856
>Better than yours, I suspect.

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>>623853
Too lewd!

>>623856
>>Other
as usual tank avoided revealing anything, but we've found a nice secluded spot, we'll see.

>>623856
>I have no clue what you're talking about.

>>623856
>Better than yours, I suspect.

>>623856
>>Better than yours, I suspect.

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>>623856
"Better than yours, I suspect." You retort. You learned long ago that being defensive didn't work with Carly.

"W-what makes you think that?!" Carly hesitates.

"Well, considering that Scott is MIA, my only conclusion is that he's being dragged along with you." You explain. "He's not the type to go outside unless he's forced to."

"Haaaa, well...., about that..." Carly laughs nervously.

"Caaaaarly." You growl. "What did you do this time?"

"I, uh, miiiiiiiiiight have stranded Scott and Artya on a remote island with no way to get off or contact the outside world." Carly says extremely quickly, as if you wouldn't catch it.

"Caaaaaaaaarly." You groan.

"Just for the day! I'm gonna go back and pick them up! I promise!" Carly insists.

Tank leans his head out of the bridge window, wondering if anything is wrong.

>Looks like you'll have to take a little detour to rescue Scott and Artya...
>Well, you suppose Carly has good intentions...
>Other

>>623937
>>Well, you suppose Carly has good intentions...

>>623937
>Well, you suppose Carly has good intentions...
Just make sure its not the crystal cove she sent them too, cause it is on a remote island...

>>623937
>Well, you suppose Carly has good intentions...

>>623937
>>Well, you suppose Carly has good intentions...

"...was it the Crystal Cove?"

>>623937
>Well, you suppose Carly has good intentions...
>>623944
This.

>>623937
>>Well, you suppose Carly has good intentions...

>>623937
>Well, you suppose Carly has good intentions...

>inb4 they construct a makeshift radio by the time they get picked up.

>>623944
This

>>623937
>>Well, you suppose Carly has good intentions...

>>623937
>Looks like you'll have to take a little detour to rescue Scott and Artya...

They're going to go insane. Or build a radio from bamboo. Or both.

>>623937
>Well, you suppose Carly has good intentions...

>>623937
>Well, you suppose Carly has good intentions...
>>Other
"They better not lose anything or we're going to have a 'sisterly' discussion."
>Queue virginity comeback.

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>>623937
Ugh, well, you suppose Carly has good intentions. And who knows? Maybe this little experience would be good for both your engineers. You guess you can let it slide for now, but that didn't mean Carly was off the hook.

Though not like you had to tell her that just yet.

"All right, I'll leave it to you, then. Just REMEMBER to go back for them!"

"Awwww, it's no problem! I'll go back and check on them after I soak up a bit of sun!" Carly says happily. "See ya later, Sis!"

You shake your head as you pocket your comm. Coincidentally enough, it was a this point that you could see an island in the distance, slowly growing in size. You could see the island was surrounded by high, craggy cliffs, and a large cove mouth which was presumably the entrance to Crystal Cove.
Since this was a commonly traveled area, the autopilot already knew the best route in and carefully guides the boat into the cove, which soon turns into a tunnel that would have been darkened if it weren't for the countless crystal formations coating the walls and ceiling, glittering and glowing with their own self generated light.

It was breathtaking.

Neither you or Tank say anything as the boat continues down the tunnel, sparkling crystals dazzling your vision. Finally, the yacht slows to a stop as the tunnel opens up into a massive chamber.

You notice that down below, the water was shallow enough that you could comfortably wade in it, with the water only coming up to your waist. Checking the datapad, you could also see that the water in Crystal Cove was rumored to have therapeutic properties thanks to exposure to the crystals.

And other superstitions that if two people were to bathe together in the waters...

Tank leans in, wondering why your face was suddenly so red.

>Just enjoy the view from the boat.
>How about a little dip?
>Other

>>624015
>>How about a little dip?

>>624015
>How about a little dip?

>>624015
>>How about a little dip?
Might as well see what sort of cool undersea life there is. Maybe we can find a GIANT CRAB that we can ride?

>>624015
>>How about a little dip?

>>624015
>How about a little dip?

>>624015
>>Just enjoy the view from the boat.

>>624015
>How about a little dip?

>>624015
>>How about a little dip?

>>624015
>>How about a little dip?

>>624015
>How about a little dip?

She's going to try to lewd, only for Scott and Arya to crash the party. That's how it's gonna happen, isn't it?

>>624015
>How about a little dip?

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>>624015
You just give Tank a sly grin as you sit on top of the railing of the yacht. Tank looks at you curiously for a second right when you decide to lean back further, throwing yourself over the railing.

The water is ice cold, stabbing into your skin like millions of needles, but it's somehow refreshing as well, like a lake spring. You lay on your back in the water, soaking the coldness in when you're disturbed by a loud splash as Tank dives in, He immediately wades over to you, checking to make sure you're okay.

"I'm fine, Tank!" You giggle as you splash some water at his diving helmet. "Just having a little fun, that's all!"

Tank tilts his head. Fun is fine and all as long as you don't make it look like you're going to hurt yourself.

"Don't be such a prude!" You grab Tank's armored hand and pull him deeper into the cavern, still illuminated by the soft glow of the crystals. Tank loyally follows.

>You should take it easy.
>It's the perfect time to go all the way!
>Other

>>624120
>>You should take it easy.

>>624120
>>It's the perfect time to go all the way!

>>624120
>>You should take it easy.

>>624120
>You should take it easy.

>>624120

>You should take it easy.

>>624120
>>You should take it easy.

Maybe we can take a crystal for scanning.

>>624120
>>It's the perfect time to go all the way!

>>624120
>You should take it easy.
Being pushy is no fun for anyone.

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>>624120
Well, you're in now hurry. Right now, you might as well have all the time in the world! You just casually wade along through the water, admiring the crystal formations.

"Hey, Tank, you wonder if we can take a piece back? I'm pretty sure Nat would LOVE to analyze it!"

Tank shrugs. The crystal is apparently self regenerating, so it's not uncommon for visitors to take a few souvenirs. Otherwise, the crystals apparently had no other practical use, which was why they weren't more aggressively protected.

"Cool, I'll keep that in mind!" You chuckle.

Down in the crystal lit caverns, time may as well not exist. You're not sure if a few minutes, or a few hours have passed as you and Tank just casually wade through the ice cold water. Tank always following loyally behind.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>624177

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>624177

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>624177

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>624177

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>624177

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>>624177
And that's when Tank finally breaks away, taking his own path rather than following your lead. This was... this was odd. You watch warily as Tank trudges down a side path with less crystal, making it much darker. Almost pitch black.

What was he thinking...?

>Follow him in.
>Ask him what he's up to.
>Wait for him to come back out.
>Other

>>624215
>Ask him what he's up to.

>>624177
>>Follow him in.

>>624215
>>Wait for him to come back out.

>>624215
>Follow him in.

>>624215
>>Ask him what he's up to.

>>624215
>>Wait for him to come back out.

>>624215
>Follow him in.

>>624215

>Follow him in.

>>624215
>Ask him what he's up to.

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>>624215
Well, Tank hasn't led you astray so far, so you don't have any reason not to trust him now. You almost reluctantly follow him into the darkened chamber and are engulfed in blackness. And then you crash right into Tank's back, as he had apparently stopped moving.

"Tank...?" You frown, even though he couldn't see your expression.

And that's when Tank presses something into your hands.

It's... it's his helmet! You shoot your gaze up, but you can't see anything about his face! That wily bastard!

Unfortunately, with this darkness, it was also hard to tell what exactly Tank wanted, as you couldn't see his emotes.

>D-does he want to kiss?!
>Maybe feel his face?
>Other

>>624292
>>Maybe feel his face?

>>624292
>Maybe feel his face?
>D-does he want to kiss?!

>>624292
>>Maybe feel his face?

>>624292
>Maybe feel his face?

>>624292
>>Maybe feel his face?

>>624292
>Maybe feel his face?
Feel your heartbeat in your chest.

>>624292
>Maybe feel his face?

>>624292
>Maybe feel his face?

>>624292
>Maybe feel his face?

>>624292
>>Maybe feel his face?
inb4 woman

>>624324
Inb4 our SECRET TWIN!

>>624327
Or a Woman.

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>>624292
You reach your hands up and place them gently on the sides of Tank's face. Your fingertips and palms run along his skin, and the first thing you note is how TOUGH it is. The rough and uneven surface was definitely skin and flesh, but was also evidence of numerous scars and surgeries. Most of which had to be undoubtedly painful.

Just what happened to him?

Tank of course, makes no sound except for his powerful and deep breaths.

Two more loud splashes as Tank disengages his gauntlets, and you feel two massive hands press on your cheeks, too. Like his face, the skin is rough and scarred. But for some reason, that doesn't bother you at all.

Neither of you could remember just exactly how long you were down there, but the both of you could agree that something between the two of you changed from that point on.

Crystal Coves, huh?

Maybe you should come back sometime.

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

>>624383
Awwwwweeeee

That was sweet, thanks merc

>>624383
Is Tank Soldier 76?

Thanks for running Merc.

>>624383
Thanks for the run, Merc!

>>624383
See you next week!

>>624383
Thanks for running Merc.
Tank is cute.

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Also,

Psionic Crystals? On my Planet?!?

>>624383
How disappointing.