>>702227
>Gotta GO FAST!

Live, friday
This week, Boatships gets PTS with lootcrates

>>702227
>>Gotta GO FAST!

>>702227
>>Gotta GO FAST!
Put those upgraded boilers to use!

>>702227
>>Gotta GO FAST!
Pancakes!

>>702227
>Gotta GO FAST!

>>702227
>Gotta GO FAST!
You don't want our guest to be eating on the floor.

>>702227
>Gotta GO FAST!
Pancakes! Muffins! BACON! PANCAKES!!

>>702227
>Gotta GO FAST!

Ya snooze, ya lose.

>>702227
>Gotta GO FAST!

File: Doll 3.jpg (543 KB, 707x1000)

543 KB JPG

>>702227
"C'mon! We gotta hurry!" You grin as you grab both Dorsetshire and Graf Spee's hands as you practically tow the two heavy cruisers behind you in your wake. Already you could see visions of impossibly fluffy pancakes and crispy bacon. Hell, even now, you can smell the faint aroma.

And it seems Kidd's noticed it too, as her nose perks up.

"I be smelling chow!" She yips excitedly as she dashes ahead of you so fast that Pepe actually falls off her hat and he starts flapping after her, chirping angrily.

Damn that pirate!

However, the three of you manage to reach Mulberry's cafe, and it looked fairly empty. Cool, you were ahead of the crowd!

You open the familiar wooden door, and the full might of Mulberry's cooking hits you like a storm front, the fresh smells assaulting not just your nostrils, but every inch of your body as well. It was great to be home, even if only for a little while!

Dorsetshire and Graf Spee were equally, possibly even more floored by the sudden exposure to good old fashioned cooking. They just stand there, speechless and motionless. Hell, you swear you can even see tears dripping down Graf Spee's good eye.

"Oh, Hoel! It's been too long!" Mulberry says happily as she strides out of the kitchen, her heeled boots clicking against the tile. "Oh, and you brought guests! Erm... Dorsetshire and Graf Spee, correct?"

Jeez, you didn't know how Mulberry could seem to recognize any ship on sight, even ones she'd never actually seen before.

"U-um, yes, that's correct!" Confronted by a fellow Brit, Dorsetshire quickly regains her proper posture and expression, quickly readjusting her officer's cap.

"Danke." Graf Spee just nods absentmindedly.

Oddly enough, Kidd was nowhere to be seen.

"Well, just take a seat and I'll have breakfast out right away! All of you must be absolutely famished!" Mulberry chuckles as she turns back to the kitchen.

"Schiesse, I didn't realize how hungry I was." Graf mumbles with a bit of embarrassment as her stomach grumbles loudly.

"It's a bit comforting to know there's still a little piece of the Empire on this far corner of the world." Dorsetshire smiles fondly.

>Maybe you should figure out where Kidd went off to...
>Stick with Dorsie and Graf.
>Other

>>702474
>Stick with Dorsie and Graf.

>>702474
>Maybe you should figure out where Kidd went off to...

>>702474
>Maybe you should figure out where Kidd went off to...

>>702474
>>Stick with Dorsie and Graf.

>>702474
>>Maybe you should figure out where Kidd went off to...

>>702474
>>Stick with Dorsie and Graf.

>>702474
>Stick with Dorsie and Graf.

>>702474
>Stick with Dorsie and Graf.
Because we're not missing Mulberry's cooking.

>>702474

>Maybe you should figure out where Kidd went off to...

>>702474
>Maybe you should figure out where Kidd went off to...
She is not allowed to raid Mulberry's kitchen. And we will be more merciful than her.

>>702474
>Stick with Dorsie and Graf.

There are enough other shipgirls and human personnel around that they can probably handle Kidd if she gets up to something.

>>702474
>>Stick with Dorsie and Graf.

File: seydlitzmorning2.jpg (648 KB, 593x1000)

648 KB JPG

>>702474
You decide to stick with Dorsie and Graf. Looking at the table, you can see Mulberry's fairies already bringing in drinks and appetizers. Tea and muffins for Dorsie, and hot coffee and strudels for Graf. And as always, you got some orange juice and pop tarts. Mulberry truly was prepared for everything!

"I find it odd that a British mobile dock would be, of all things, cooking for American ships in Pearl Harbor." Graf observes as she casually sips her coffee, trying to hide her shivers of delight.

"I do, too." Dorsie nods as she calmly sips her tea, her mouth twitching ever so slightly as she tries to hide how good it is. "I would have thought that she'd be supporting operations in the North Sea, not the Pacific.

>Eh, I guess Mulberry just does what she wants.
>Pretty sure the Admiral pulled all sorts of strings to get her here.
>Maybe she knows something we don't?
>Other

>>702582
>Pretty sure the Admiral pulled all sorts of strings to get her here.

>>702582
>>Eh, I guess Mulberry just does what she wants.

>>702582
>Pretty sure the Admiral pulled all sorts of strings to get her here.

>>702582
>>Pretty sure the Admiral pulled all sorts of strings to get her here.

>>702582
>>Eh, I guess Mulberry just does what she wants.
FREEDOM!

>>702582
>>Eh, I guess Mulberry just does what she wants.

>>702582
>Eh, I guess Mulberry just does what she wants.
>Other: You can't have her back. I'll fight you, the Royal Navy Home Fleet, and the German High Seas Fleet for her.

>>702582
>Pretty sure the Admiral pulled all sorts of strings to get her here.

>>702582
>Pretty sure the Admiral pulled all sorts of strings to get her here.

> "I would have thought that she'd be supporting operations in the North Sea, not the Pacific."
The problem is Dorsie is looking at her as a supply ship instead of an invasion force.

File: punishedgraf.jpg (184 KB, 608x800)

184 KB JPG

>>702582
"Pretty sure the Admiral pulled all sorts of strings to get her here." You shrug as you gulp down your orange juice. Fresh squeezed, not that crap from the store. "I mean, he managed to convince your own navies to let you tag along with us, right?"

"I suppose." Graf frowns.

"I've heard rumors about your Admiral." Dorsie nods. "About how he's always been able to get what he needs when he needs it. I can't imagine the sacrifices he's had to make, though."

"Yeah, well, that doesn't change the fact that she's ours now, and ya can't have her back!" You stick out your tongue. "I'll fight you, the Royal Navy, the Kriegsmarine, or Reichsmarine, or Bundesmarine or whatever the fuck the German navy is calling itself these days!"

"Don't pick fights you can't win, you little schurke." Graf chuckles.

"I'd rather avoid unnecessary conflict, thank you very much. "Dorsie munches on a muffin.

This was odd. Mulberry should have been out by now. She was always an extremely quick and efficient cook.

>Maybe you should go to the back and see what's up.
>Just wait patiently.
>Other

>>702582
>Pretty sure the Admiral pulled all sorts of strings to get her here

>>702655
>Maybe you should go to the back and see what's up.

>>702655
>Maybe you should go to the back and see what's up.

>>702655
>>Maybe you should go to the back and see what's up.

File: An Idiot Sandwich.gif (1.42 MB, 500x281)

1.42 MB GIF

>>702655
>Maybe you should go to the back and see what's up.
If Kidd made a mess in the kitchen that jeopardizes our bacon and pancakes...
We will have WORDS with her.

>>702655
>Maybe you should go to the back and see what's up.
One word: Kidd.

File: t4i9GGc.jpg (28 KB, 400x400)

28 KB JPG

>>702655
>>Maybe you should go to the back and see what's up.

>>702655
>>Maybe you should go to the back and see what's up.

>>702655
>>Maybe you should go to the back and see what's up.

>>702655
>Maybe you should go to the back and see what's up.

File: Kidd.png (98 KB, 713x1324)

98 KB PNG

>>702655
"Hey, I'll be back in a sec." You say to Dorsie and Graf as you leap over the bar and head for the back kitchen area. You were just going to have a quick little peek.

And that's when you see it.

There was Kidd, who was, OF FUCKING COURSE, raiding (or at least trying to raid) the freezer. You could several tubs of ice cream nestled securely under her arm. However, she wasn't as sneaky as she thought she was, since standing in her way was Mulberry, who, to her credit, didn't look mad at all.

Well, at least not you.

"Kidd, wasn't it?" Mulberry asks sweetly. "How about you put that ice cream back and we can all go back and have some breakfast!"

"Never!" Kidd says defiantly, waving her cutlass around. "I be following the pirate code! Take everything and give nothing back!"

As this exchange was going on, you acutely note that Pepe had sided with Mulberry, nestling comfortably in her bonnet.

And that's when you notice Mulberry's smile widen. Not a good sign.

>This was the future Kidd chose.
>You better intervene and save her ass.
>Other

>>702740
>>This was the future Kidd chose.
>Start playing Taps for Kidd.

>>702740
>>You better intervene and save the ice cream.

>>702740
I second >>702745

>>702740
>This was the future Kidd chose.
She delayed breakfast, no sympathy.

>>702740
>This was the future Kidd chose.

She delay our food....she must be punished.

File: Maria.jpg (202 KB, 800x1228)

202 KB JPG

>>702740
>>This was the future Kidd chose.
Does Mulberry need to pull out her own pirate gear and swords?

>>702740
>>This was the future Kidd chose.
Goodbye Kidd, it's been fun.

>>702740
>This was the future Kidd chose.

>>702740
>This was the future Kidd chose.

Uh-uh. No way should we redirect Mulberry's ire onto ourselves.

>>702745
seconding.

>>702755
Yes!

File: 0a2.jpg (338 KB, 1577x969)

338 KB JPG

>>702740
>This was the future Kidd chose.
If only we could somehow project a Doom Paul expression towards Kidd right now.

>>702740
>This was the future Kidd chose.

>>702740
>This was the future Kidd chose.

Looks like someone just volunteered to help clean up after everyone else eats. Could be worse.

>>702740
>This was the future Kidd chose.

File: 848.gif (1.71 MB, 606x423)

1.71 MB GIF

>>702740
>>This was the future Kidd chose.

File: Doll nightmare mode.png (1.93 MB, 831x1500)

1.93 MB PNG

>>702740
You decide... not to intervene. Sure, Kidd was a fellow sister ship, but you've never ever seen Mulberry angry. Hell, even Luce, Daly, and Wren had enough sense not to risk antagonizing her.

"Ah, so you want to be a pirate then, right?" Mulberry's smile widens in a sadistic fashion as she strides forward.

Kidd's cutlass wavers and shakes as she tries to keep a grip on it, but with one smooth motion, Mulberry bats the weapon aside, sending it clattering away on the floor. Pepe quickly evacuates and settles himself on your shoulder.

Meanwhile, Mulberry continues advancing on Kidd, backing her into a figurative and literal corner. The mobile dock seems to have grown a few sizes as she she leans down on the cowering Kidd, that same smile on her pale face.

"Kidd." She says sweetly. "Do you know what the Royal Navy used to do to pirates when they caught them?"

"N-n-n-no." Kidd stammers, too afraid to even shake her head.

"Well, it was simple." Mulberry runs a finger up Kidd's chest and prods her right in the throat. "Hanged. Until. Dead."

"Okayyouhavetheicecreamback"! Kidd wails as sets the stolen tubs down at Mulberry's feet and immediately curls up into a fetal ball.

You gotta admit, you almost peed yourself a little just watching that whole episode.

"See? Wasn't it easy to do the right thing?" Mulberry instantly reverts back to her normal, cheery self, even though her outward expression didn't change at all. She then gently picks up Kidd like a newborn kitten and turns to you.

"Now then, let's have breakfast, shall we?"

Dorsie and Graf don't ask anything when the three of you return to the front, and none of you say anything. Kidd just sits in her seat, straight as a rail, though she softens up a bit back to her normal self once she gets some food in her. For her part, Mulberry doesn't hold any grudges, and serves Kidd the same as she would any other customer.

"So how do you like it?" Mulberry asks innocently as she watches you all wolf down your breakfasts.

You just give your normal thumbs up.

"Quite excellent." Dorsie says matter of factly.

"Heavenly." Graf sighs contently.

"I-It was good." Kidd mumbles, still intimidated.

"Why, thank you!" Mulberry smiles as she ruffles Kidd's hair. "Just remember to behave next time, all right?"

"Y-yes ma'am." Kidd nods a little too rapidly.

Well, you haven't had any calls from the Captain yet, so you guess you still had some time.

>Stay and chat with Mulberry more.
>Go see how the Admiral and Sam are doing.
>Go see how Shen is doing.
>Go see what Vahlen is up to.
>Other

>>702907
>>Go see how the Admiral and Sam are doing.

>>702907
>>Go see how the Admiral and Sam are doing.
Been a while since we've seen Sammy.

>>702907
>>Go see how the Admiral and Sam are doing.

>>702907
>>Go see what Vahlen is up to.
We've been giving 'gifts' to her like it's christmas. let's see what nazi lady is doing.

>>702907
>Go see how the Admiral and Sam are doing.

>>702907
>>Go see what Vahlen is up to.
Science?

>>702907
>>Stay and chat with Mulberry more.

Come on, we need to ask what she think of our Abyssal brain thing and Hoel. Also how she is such a badass in the invasion.
Also Bravo for the scare.

>>702907
>Go see what Vahlen is up to.

Keep friends close and enemies closer.

File: __seaport_summer_hime_kan(...).jpg (272 KB, 850x1100)

272 KB JPG

Reminder Hoel is beautiful.

>>702907
>Go see what Vahlen is up to.

>>702907
>Go see what Vahlen is up to.

You guys do know that our name is mud with her and her people right?

>>702907
>Go see how the Admiral and Sam are doing.

>>702907
>Go see how Shen is doing.
Uncle Shen! Got any new toys for us?

File: Aircraft_Carrier_Wo-Class(...).jpg (397 KB, 594x831)

397 KB JPG

>>702975
>implying we didn't help her bypass some serious redtape

>>702907
>>Go see how the Admiral and Sam are doing.

>>702975
Bah, it's true that some of the previous voters may have not liked her as much as I do. But I Believe that she can be understood and get along with once more! For Science!

>>703010
maybe once she fucks up turning herself into a shipgirl or something and we have to save her ass from the abyssals.

File: Beautiful as a Butterfly.png (1.31 MB, 741x1338)

1.31 MB PNG

>>703022
Or she somehow becomes an abomination that requires Abyssal and Shipgirl cooperation.

File: c368c06ec2f01ddf577ec65ed(...).jpg (403 KB, 800x800)

403 KB JPG

>>703042
Fund it.

File: 1446883716365.jpg (106 KB, 700x328)

106 KB JPG

>>702907
You decide now would be a great time to check in on the Admiral, and you know, catch up with Sam since it's felt like forever that you've seen each other.

"Hey, how about we go and pay the Admiral a visit?" You suggest to your guests. "You can see him in the flesh and everything! How's that sound!"

"That sounds marvelous." Dorsie nods with a smile. "I always did want to see the Hero of Pearl Harbor."

"Hm? I suppose." Graf shrugs. "Thought I don't know what that whole 'Hero' thing is about."

"Ah right, you've only just come back." Dorsie nods. "You can say he was the man who saved Pearl Harbor from falling to the Abyssals.

"Though he'd never admit that. He'll always give the credit to Sammy." Mulberry chimes in. "She's always had a knack for dramatic timing."

"Sammy? You mean THE Samuel B. Roberts?!" Kidd's eye lights up.

"The one and the same." You nod smugly.

"Well then let's gooooo! Full sail ahead!" Kidd yells as she strides out the door.

The four of you give Mulberry a farewell wave as you all take your leave and head over the the main administration hall. Man, it's been so long since you've seen Sam, maybe you should "surprise" her...

>Just enter normally.
>SURPRISE!
>Other

>>703062
>SURPRISE!

>>703062
>>Just enter normally.

>>703062
>>SURPRISE!

>>703062
>SURPRISE!

>>703062
>>SURPRISE!

>>703062
>>SURPRISE!

>>703062
>>SURPRISE!

>>703062
>>SURPRISE!

File: 1473334587966.png (118 KB, 450x654)

118 KB PNG

>>703062
>SURPRISE!

>>703042
But its a tad bit cheesy, like that Warlock thing in strike witches.

>>703062
>Just enter normally.

File: Sammy 2.jpg (262 KB, 681x992)

262 KB JPG

Rolled 9, 19, 8 = 36 (3d20)

>>703062
Heh, you decide to get the drop on Sam, just for old time's sake! She'd understand, of course.

Hopefully.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>703124

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>703124
Surprise!

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>703124

File: 1371965709959.png (193 KB, 681x440)

193 KB PNG

>>703138

File: 1403996806138.jpg (120 KB, 1023x660)

120 KB JPG

>>703138

File: AwwShit.gif (825 KB, 266x199)

825 KB GIF

>>703138

File: 1363660391878.jpg (96 KB, 600x482)

96 KB JPG

>>703138
You cheeky son of a bitch.

We're playing this one.

File: Admiral Loki.jpg (23 KB, 263x226)

23 KB JPG

>>703138
WELP

Do you want to bank that crit for a FATE POINT? You currently have 2 points!

>Y
>N

>>703218
>>N

>>703218
>N

>>703218
>Y

>>703218
>>N

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>703218
>N

>>703218
>Y

>>703218
>N

>>703218
>>N

>>703218
>Y

>You currently have 2 points!
We got a third last thread and didn't use it to reroll against a 19.

>>703218
>>N

>>703218
Y

>>703218
>N

File: Sam_token.png (118 KB, 318x453)

118 KB PNG

>>703218
"SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER!" You yell as you kick down the door leading to the foyer in front of the the Admiral's office, where Sam was usually set up. You hear a loud shriek as Sam is genuinely caught by surprise as she stopples backward from her desk. Apparently she was just lazing around like always, playing something on her phone. She falls flat on her back with a loud CRASH, sending her phone and piles of paperwork flying everywhere like a blizzard.

"FUCK YOU, HOEL!" Sam wails as she tries to scramble back to her feet.

"Haha! Ya got her good!" Kidd laughs.

Dorsie just stays silent, with an awkward expression, clearly unsure of how to react in this situation and defaulting to her British stoicism. Graf has an amused smile on her face, like a proud aunt.

"Hello to you, too, Sam." You laugh as you round the desk to help her up.

And that's when the Admiral steps out of his office and takes one look at you and the toppled over Sam.

Everybody braces for a sharp reprimand that never comes.

Instead, the Admiral just bends over and starts laughing uncontrollably, his gray beard ruffling with every laugh as he wipes tears from his eyes.

"Admiraaaaaaal, this isn't funny!" Sam whines as she finally scrambles to her feet, nearly slipping on some paper caught under her feet.

"I beg to differ!" The Admiral chortles. And for a moment, you seem to see a glimpse of.. something behind the Admiral's facade of command. A genuine warmth that he feels towards Sam, beyond just a officer/shipgirl or boss/secretary relationship. It was something... more.

But the moment is fleeting, and it's gone before you can get a full grasp of what it was.

"Jeez, Hoel, you had to choose the worst time to barge in." Sam groans as she starts picking up her scattered paperwork. Kidd bends down to help, obviously trying to ingratiate herself with Sam while the Admiral makes his way over to Dorsie and Graf to properly introduce himself.

>Help Sam pick her stuff up.
>Listen in on the Admiral.
>Other

>>703301
>>Help Sam pick her stuff up.

>>703301
>Help Sam pick her stuff up.

>>703301
>Help Sam pick her stuff up.

>>703301
>Help Sam pick her stuff up.

>>703301
>Help Sam pick her stuff up.

>>703301
>>Help Sam pick her stuff up.

we need more tokens

>>703301
>Help Sam pick her stuff up.

>>703301
>Listen in on the Admiral.

>>703301
>Help Sam pick her stuff up.

>>703301
>>Help Sam pick her stuff up.

File: 1422740950791.png (585 KB, 448x766)

585 KB PNG

>>703301
You bend down and start helping Sam pick up all the dropped paperwork. You guess that it's the least you can do.

"So, how are things going here?" You ask.

"Every since you all left? Boring as fuck." Sam rolls her eyes. "I kinda miss the bombing raids on Pearl Harbor in a sick, twisted sort of way."

"C'mon, it can't be all that bad." You grin as you pick up a stack of papers. You only take a casual glance, but something catches your eye. Budget requests from Science Division?

Hm...

>Try to sneak a peek at some of these files.
>Ask Sam if she really wants to get back into the fight.
>Probe her relationship with the Admiral
>Other

>>703372
>>Try to sneak a peek at some of these files.

>>703372
>Ask Sam if she really wants to get back into the fight.

>Help Sam pick Admiral up
....
OH WAIT

>>703372
>>Try to sneak a peek at some of these files.

>>703372
>>Other
Ask what the fuck the Science Division is doing now

>>703372
>Try to sneak a peek at some of these files.

>>703372
>Try to sneak a peek at some of these files.

When all else fails, if you want to know what's going on, follow the money.

>>703372
>>Try to sneak a peek at some of these files.

File: 57591335_p0.png (1013 KB, 856x951)

1013 KB PNG

>>703372
All right, maybe you could glean some clues as to what the hell Vahlen was up to. After all, she DID create Woel, and she and her Science goons were still going around rounding up Abyssal corpses and "specimens". Something was definitely up and maybe you could get a clue from these papers...

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>703423

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>703423

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>703423

File: Hoel.png (223 KB, 1118x2111)

223 KB PNG

>>703423
You dig through the papers trying to analyze all of the technical and bureaucratic jargon in an effort to glean some kind of meaning from them. While the vast majority of the papers were just junk, you did catch sight of something interesting.

Apparently, the Science Division was calling for funds to be allocated to construction of a ship called the USS Pacifica and it was... exorbitantly expensive. You don't even know how to pronounce all those zeroes!

But more interestingly, the construction start date and commissioning didn't seem to be right. They were set to be the same year!

And something was telling you that it wasn't a clerical error.

"Hey, Hoel, is something wrong?" Sam raises an eyebrow as she and Kidd restack some of the dropped papers onto her desk.

>Ask Sam about it.
>Keep it close to the chest for now.
>Other

>>703487
>>Keep it close to the chest for now.

>>703487
>Keep it close to the chest for now.

Time for some sleuthing.

>>703487
>>Keep it close to the chest for now.

>>703487
>Keep it close to the chest for now.

>>703487
>>Keep it close to the chest for now.

>>703487
>Keep it close to the chest for now.

>But more interestingly, the construction start date and commissioning didn't seem to be right. They were set to be the same year!
Sounds like a rush job. How'd they even get the funding for that?

>>703487
>>Keep it close to the chest for now.
Hoohoo? so they to experiment to see if they could bring out modern shipgirls that way?

>>703487
>Keep it close to the chest for now.

What Sammy doesn't know she can't accidentally reveal.

>>703508
Same place they pulled a one-year-construction carrier out from: their ass

>>703508

Government contract, perhaps? Allows for tapping into that bottomless pit that is black project funding.

>>703508
Blank checks? Total War Requisitions?

>>703508
More like a super weapon with that name, it's bound to have something stupid happen like getting corrupted by the Abyssals and everyone will need to come together to destroy it.

File: 1476057753007.jpg (26 KB, 500x374)

26 KB JPG

>>703528

>Abyssal corruption

Please--we all know the endgame here is the government artificially creating its own Abyssals shipgirls--a perfectly designed, perfectly controllable army that will answer every request made by its masters to a "t"

>>703542
>spoiler

The only problem is they probably need a hybrid to properly control them.

File: Hoel 2.png (370 KB, 550x665)

370 KB PNG

>>703487
You decide to keep it close to chest for now and not say anything.

"Nah, just a LOT of papers to pick up!" You laugh it off as you plop down a stack back onto Sam's desk. "Jesus, how the hell did you get such a backlog."

"Ah, well, we're just taking care of last minute stuff before we head out to Japan." Sam shrugs.

"Wait, you're going?" You blink.

"Of course, with the Admiral." Sam blinks back. "Nobody told you?"

"Apparently not." You frown. "So you're all coming with us?"

"Yep! And a bunch of the other heavy hitters, too!" Sam grins. "Looks like whatever the Admiral's got planned, it's gonna be big!"

"He didn't tell you?"

"Ah, well, he's annoying tight lipped when it comes to his battle plans." Sam rolls her eyes. "He's always kinda like that."

"I see..." You frown.

"Hey hey hey! Sammy!" Kidd bounces up and down. "Can ye show me how ye use that anchor of yours!?"

"Aaaahhh, sure, I guess." Sam chuckles and waves to you. "Guess I'll see ya later, Hoel!"

"Yeah, see ya." You nod absentmindedly.

Dorsie and Graf were still engaged with the Admiral, talking about big ship stuff, you suppose, leaving you alone for the moment.

>See what the Admiral is up to.
>You should go investigate Vahlen.
>Check in on Shen
>Other

>>703566
>You should go investigate Vahlen.

Time for a sneaking mission.

>>703566
>>You should go investigate Vahlen.

>>703566
>>You should go investigate Vahlen.

>>703566
>>See what the Admiral is up to.

>>703566
>See what the Admiral is up to.

>>703566
>You should go investigate Vahlen.

>>703566
>See what the Admiral is up to.

>>703566
>You should go investigate Vahlen.

File: 55316651_p0.png (1.37 MB, 1433x900)

1.37 MB PNG

>>703566
Well it looked like the "drydock" for this Pacifica project was being set up right here in Pearl Harbor, according to the documents. That meant you could do a bit of investigating on your own!

Then again, the place was sure to have high security like Vahlen's lab. You doubt you could just walk right in there, at least not on your own...

>Recruit some help.
>You can do this alone!
>Other

>>703625
>>You can do this alone!

>>703625
>>Recruit some help.
Get Anna to overheat as a distraction?

>>703625
>You can do this alone!
if only we had ISQ sam with her maybe psionic bullshit here to help.

>>703625
>>You can do this alone!

It's past 3am for me. Hope you guys do the right thing and RNGsus smiles upon you.

>>703625
>You can do this alone!

>>703625
>You can do this alone!

File: Cole 6.png (985 KB, 450x954)

985 KB PNG

>>703625
You can totally do this alone. No need to get anybody else involved. Plus, if you did indeed get caught, they could just pin the blame on you and not on any of your friends or sisters.

And you were a shipgirl. What could they possibly do to you anyways?

The drydock was easy enough to find, since it was right there in the harbor, and rather conspicuous given that the entire structure was covered under a massive white tent, like some sort of quarantine area. All around, you could see that the general area was penned in by a chain link, barb wire fence and guards regularly patrolling the perimeter. They were just armed with regular rifles, with the odd dog or two. Nothing that you couldn't really deal with if you got caught.

Then again, the drydock was right there on the shoreline, and you were a shipgirl...

>Try to enter through the front door.
>Sneak in from the ground.
>Sneak in from the water.
>Other

>>703691
>>Sneak in from the ground.

Perhaps we can find the foolproof disguise of a labcoat, hardhat, and a clipboard?

>>703691
>Sneak in from the water.

>>703691
>Sneak in from the water.

>>703691
>>Sneak in from the ground.

>>703691
>Sneak in from the ground.

In a state of war against the Abyssals I'm sure the sea side is as well defended, if not better.

File: scientist disguise.png (31 KB, 300x191)

31 KB PNG

>>703691
>>Sneak in from the ground.

>>703691
>Sneak in from the water.

File: Cole Blush.jpg (269 KB, 894x894)

269 KB JPG

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>703691
You decide to try and sneak in from the ground. From your vantage point, you could already see all of the guard patterns and rotations, and you think you can see a gap in their coverage. After all, it looks like the drydock was hastily constructed, and it didn't have a proper security system in place.

Perfect.

Seeing your opening after the current patrol passes you by, you take a deep breath and move forward.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>703733

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>703733
STEALTH

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>703733

>>703742
That's probably a pass.

File: the snake is solid.jpg (15 KB, 200x355)

15 KB JPG

>>703742
We bank this one

>>703742
Huh....Did we find the perfect disguise?

>>703742
well, that makes up for rolling half of a double critfail in another quest

>>703742
So what did we find?

File: You can totally trust me!.png (13 KB, 298x298)

13 KB PNG

>>703742
WELP

Do you want to bank this for a FATE POINT? You currently have 3 points!

>Y
>N

>>703779
>N

>>703691
>Sneak in from the ground.

>>703779
>>N
3 is 3 too many

>>703779

>>N

Let it ride, baby!

>>703779
>>N

>>703779
>N

>>703779
N

>>703779
>N

>>703779
>N

>>703779
>N

>>703779
>Y

>>703787
>3 is 3 too many
That kind of thinking almost cost us in the last battle.

>>703806
idiots will be idiots

File: Cole crazy.png (815 KB, 1278x719)

815 KB PNG

>>703779
And, as luck would have it, you find that there's a gap in the fence near the shoreline, where the water met the ground. Looks like in their haste to build the drydock, they forgot to close this section off. You easily slip your way through the gap, and with even more luck, find that some careless guard had left a side door open, meaning you wouldn't even have to break your way in.

The inside the tent was still a flurry of activity. Construction workers and scientists dashed to and fro, trying to finish whatever it was they were doing as quickly as possible. Down in the drydock, you could see lots of covered up machinery that was currently being neglected. Up above, you could see a control center being set up, with large servers and computers full of data being hooked up. And finally, you caught sight of Vahlen herself pacing around the drydock with purpose. No doubt managing the construction.

>Follow Vahlen.
>Sneak into the control center.
>Check out the machinery.
>Other

>>703815
>Check out the machinery.

>>703815
>Check out the machinery.

>>703815
>>Sneak into the control center.

>>703815
>Follow Vahlen.

>>703815
>>Check out the machinery.

>>703815
>Check out the machinery.

>>703815
>Sneak into the control center.

>>703815
>Sneak into the control center.

File: Cole uniform.png (459 KB, 691x903)

459 KB PNG

>>703815
You jump down into the drydock pit. There's not really anybody down here, so you don't any fear of being detected. You sneak over to the tarped up machinery, grab the edge of one of the tarps, and gently pull it down...

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>703832

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>703832

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>703832

File: 54262331_p0.png (504 KB, 502x708)

504 KB PNG

>>703832
You pull off the tarp to reveal a number of crates. Most of them were unmarked, so you couldn't tell what exactly was in them, and you didn't want to risk alerting anybody by trying to break the crates open.

However, there is one bit of machinery that you recognize. There, suspended over the ground by chains, is a Rig. It was definitely incomplete, being only a simple hull and nothing more. However, the presence of this Rig told you all you needed to know. Pacifica wasn't a ship.

She was a shipgirl.

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

File: XqkuuNX.jpg (258 KB, 800x682)

258 KB JPG

>>703867
Thanks for the run, Merc! See you tomorrow.

>>703867
Thanks for running Merc.

>>703867
Thanks, I wonder what's the options. We can't harm the ship, I guess we cut the chains?

>>703867
So Merc, how much of your RPG campaign is inside this quest?

File: canadianborf.jpg (369 KB, 961x800)

369 KB JPG

>>704286
I would say probably 20-30%.