>>1011304
explore the surroundings

>>1011304
>Private, get thrown things by hand

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>1011349
Writing for this.

>>1011329
Anything in particular? I'm not writing for this or rolling mostly because the place's been checked twice already so I'm not sure what you're looking for.

>>1011304

Private, get thrown things by hand

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1011378

>>1011391
And so it begins.

You and the others move to another, empty, room. The place is filled with spare parts and junk.
Doc and the nephew stand behind a container as Julius instructed them. A small audience is still better than no audience.
The old man grabs a few pieces of scrap and starts examining them. You're about to ask why when he presents a small round machine part.
"Found the perfect ball for our little game. Now, I haven't thrown one since I graduated but let's hope I still got it."
You ready yourself by raising both arms to your sides, like a goal keeper. Julius readies his stance and throws,
he's got the form down but the ball doesn't really go that fast. It hits you square on the shoulder...
And gets instantaneously thrown at thrice that speed towards the ceiling.
"Goddamn it opened a frickin' hole in the ceiling."
"Julius, what exactly is this reactive armour?"
"My guess it's some kind of smart material using kinesis. No, by how fast that ball went it's got to be a bit more advanced than just that."
You look to him waiting for a more definitive answer.
"Hell if I know kid, all I know is that it's impressive. I want to throw more stuff at it but I'm also worried it might punch a hole throw me if I do."
"And I wonder what the result would be if applied to something with greater kinetic strength, such as a bullet." Doc interrupts.
"Probably wouldn't throw it back like that, but I bet it'd take away a lot of the 'punch'." says the engineer.
You notice his nephew looking at the suit in awe. Back when you were a kid you used to make the same eyes when looking at your dad's gear.
>Say or do something?
>Test it with a pistol shot
>Go talk to other companions, testing is over [who?]
>Write-in

>>1011391
This is getting ridiculous. Can one man even hold this many one's?

"kinetic strength"
ah you get the gist of it, sometimes being a foreigner makes me say crap that sounds so silly

>>1011399
>Test it with a pistol shot

>>1011399
>test it with a pistol shot too the skull

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"Doc, give me your best shot." the doctor leaves cover and moves towards you.
"I feel as if me saying no would result in you trying to do this anyway.
As a medical professional, I'll shoot you somewhere safe."
He draws his pistol and shoots your arm a single time. You don't feel anything.
Looking down you see that the projectile fell to the ground, leaving just a small dent on the bit where it hit.
"Awesome!" shouts Julius' nephew. Yeah a super-suit really is awesome.
"One thing" the old engineer comes forth and inspects the impact area, then continues:
"Don't think this makes you invincible. It's likely that if overwhelmed with multiple impacts or a single really hard one the armor will get punctured."
He sighs and pats his smiling nephew's back. "But it really is 'awesome'."
>Say or do something?
>End testing and go meet with the commander to plan things out
>End testing and go talk with someone else [who?]
>Write-in

>>1011422
Try jumping and running.
If we rocket off from the impact of our feet hitting the floor, that'd be hilarious, but a good sign we need to fix it.

>>1011422
We got anything else to do?

Well some anons wanted to set up a killing room and traps, plus get things right with the commander on how to utilize the bombs you've got.
Other than that I don't know, up to you.

>>1011431
No plating on the underside of the boots. Think everywhere but the underside of the boots.

>>1011442
The first bit is a reply to
>>1011432

>>1011442
Ahah. They already thought of that, looks like.
Then...try swinging a pipe around. Hit the floor with something. Gotta see if it impairs your melee at all.
...
And see what punching a crate might do.

>>1011450
Roll me a d20

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1011454

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1011454

>>1011463
>>1011455

You grab a pipe and swing it a few times, then try hitting the wall with it.
Nothing special happens, just the usual pipe-swining assisted by power armour.
Approaching it from a different angle you punch the wall.
This time you have to hold back a bit, as the moment your fast moving fist approaches the metal it starts exerting force.
The metal wall is pretty mangled from that hit. Maybe the palms arent armored either?
Or maybe the plating detects the object at a certain range from itself, rather than when it touches.
Regardless, you can punch harder and swing things just the same.
Friendly pats on the back might become a problem, however.
>Talk to the crew here [about?]
>Experiment something else
>Go meet with the commander to improve the plans
>Go find some other person [who?]
>Write-in

>>1011468
Go meet with the commander to improve everything with our new kit

>>1011468
Nice.
Now ask julius to look over that shield we've got to see if it could be improved at all, or ideally reproduced with anything we've got around here.

Then, go meet with the commander.

You play around for a bit with the new functionalities before deciding it's time to stop messing around.
"Hey Julius, think you could hold onto this?" you say while detaching your gauntlet and hading it to him.
"If you could upgrade it for me that'd be great. Or if you think you can make a copy, that'd be nice"
"You're already a walking tank as it is, but sure I'll give it a look." he says before taking his leave back to the work bench, his nephew in tow.
The doctor leaves shortly after, heading to the infirmary. You on the other hand decide it's time to pay the commander a visit.
-
Once more in the improvised central you see an even bigger mess than before.
There's a bunch of civilian militia men being briefed by a military type, and some suriviving analysts going over data from the command center.
"Philips, good to see you here. Any news?"
"Other than the two super bombs my team built, not much."
"Any plans for those bombs?"
"Actually, that's what I came here to talk to you about. I've been thinking about the bombs and a few other ideas,
and I'd like to go over the current plan with you so we can improve it."
"Alright, what've you got in mind?"
>Detail your alterations to the current plan?

>>1011482
Uh..fuck what IS our plan?

>>1011485
Current plan is three squadrons.
First (Alpha) one secures the entrance and keeps guard over the place.
Second (Gamma) one goes through the admin backdoor and waits.
Third (Omega) one comes in and heads through the "front door" giving the cue for the second to help them flank the enemy.
Civilians come after with a token guard.

You're set for the first squadron (Alpha)

Everyone gets there through the turret-tram.

Some anons wanted to set up a killzone with traps and try to lure the necros/cultists into it.

You've also got two powerful bombs you can use somewhere in the plan, Big Phil and Little Carla.

>>1011482
Here's the altered plan, boss.
We send a team out to plant this megaspeaker with a timer of one hour until it starts wailing, at the opposite end of the station from the ships.
Then, the team will weld all of the vents in that area shut, to force necromorphs to use doors.
To finalize that, the team rigs all the doors in the area of the megaspeaker (and a little further out too) to open and close rapidly, safety disabled, at maximum opening and closing pressure.
For the secondary phase of the plan, we want the team to rig up all the speakers between the "meatgrinder" and the ships to go off in waves that should lead necromorphs to the meatgrinder.
Their last mission will be to open up the ships to empty them out, before retreating to base.

That should take care of a good majority of the necromorphs and make the escape procedure MUCH safer.

To be honest, Im not sure we want to use the bombs yet. Something big that well need them for could be around the corner, better to have them when we need them than not when we do.

>>1011497
Copy that.
The other guys will have plenty of time to show up with their own ideas too so if any discussion on the subject happens that's good.

I'll make a pause due to an appointment and return in about an hour.

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>>1011494
>>1011497
One amendment
Build these for securing the entrance and other places in general

>>1011497
I rather like the way you think.

May take a bit longer than expected.

>>1011631
Woops*
Not gonna post from my phone because it's hell to do it in this tiny screen.

>>1011634
Download clover it's great for mobile posting

Okay, I'm back home. Gonna begin writing in a sec, anyone still around?

>>1011659
Next time, probably.

>>1011842
No, Only the Marker. Make us whole other marker.

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>>1011842
Make us whole

>>1011842
FIND US

You detail a plan that involves an advanced team setting up a large trap for the necros,
then luring them towards said trap to maximise enemy casualties before the remaining troops engage.
The commander is most pleased with the idea, however, he makes a few suggestions.
First he wants to send in Alpha team to set the trap, then move on to hold the entrance.
While Gamma switches from backdoor to setting up the path to lure the necros.
Finally Omega will be in charge of getting the necros out to the trap.
>Agree with the changes
>Counter-proposal?
When you're done discussing these matters he asks if you're still up for being in Alpha,
or if you'd rather switch to another role such as the civilian escort that comes in last.
>Stay in Alpha
>Join the civilians
He accepts your decision and you move on to another topic: supplies.
You requisition extra supplies to set up drones for the previously mentioned mission.
It might put a bigger strain on things, but you're sure the engineering sector has enough to handle it.
McCormick considers your idea and gives you permission to build the drones using their supplies,
with one condition: you have to get a team of volunteer engineers and other specialists on your own.
>Thank him for the time and move on to [write-in]
>Talk about another subject [write-in]
>Write-in

I don't want to be repepetitive and have you list the entire plan that anon laid out, but be assured the Commander has the details now.

Also:
http://www.strawpoll.me/12038399

As expected OP sucks the most, what a faggot.

>>1011878
>Agree with the changes

>We will go back and help the civilians after the bloody bath.

>Thank him and move on sense we have the plan down now and we've been everything important and got all the information we need from the station?

>>1011885
Move on = skip to execution, yes?

>>1011891
Da

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>>1011895
Giving it another 5 since it's an important move but I feel like that's gonna be the way to go.

>>1011878
Agree, this will actually set things up quicker.
Stay in alpha, julius will be the most useful working on the meatgrinder anyways.

OH SHIT, THATS RIGHT. There might be video logs of whoever helped us stay alive during our coma, dudes! if we ask to see the surveillance logs carla downloaded, we might be able to solve that mystery.
After checking out that last lead, we should assemble a team of engineers like he asked, and get on with the mission.

>>1011878
>>Join the civilians
>Thank him for the time and move on to [write-in]
Go get dem fukken engineers

>>1011914
>>1011913
How many drones are we talking?

>>1011922
Julius should know how many we need. Consult with him?

You thank the commander for his time and head back to the open spaces of the courtyard.
For those drones to be ready on time you'll need help from experts, so it'd be good to consult with Julius before heading out on a recruiting drive.
-
"How many drones are we talking?" the old man asks while he polishes your shield.
"I'm thinking you'd know" he laughs. "Kid, it depends on what you want them for."
"Securing the entrances of a big killing-room." Julius scratches his head and hands you the gauntlet.
"I'd say at least one per entrance. Most rooms in the station don't have more than four exits that lead out to the station, so about that many."
"What if we need spares? Eight seems like a better number."
"That's no small feat, specially considering the lack of experience with that sort of matters around here,
we can get as many men to finish this little project in one day, assuming they all help with the designing part."
"Would you also help me convince them to join me?"
"Yeah, why not. I still have some contacts around here from my days as the chief."
>d20 for how lucky your little draft is

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>1011941
not lucky at all.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1011941

>>1011952
>>1011950
Just one more.

>inb4 1

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1011941

>>1011965
Writing.

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>>1011497

Thing to remember the crews might need oxygen supplements if we're wielding the very means we normally breath on station shut.

Likely Heinlein station's different districts have their own air scrubbing/hydrogen cracking for both efficiency and emergency situations.

Consult with the tech heads among the survivors along with those blueprints.

Also how exposed is the station to space? Is it built in the middle of planet cracked topography like Titan station for instance. Clambering around the station's outside surface in proper space suits might provide another route of attack.

For either our contingent or the Unitologist's three week start. They also came in on ships which likely include the resources to do hard vacuum repairs or espionage as a matter of course.

Thanks to the news of the impending assault spreading the engineers aren't as worried about mantaining the base's structures as they would otherwise be.
What this means is that you now have a surplus of labour, specially with the turret adaption already having ended.
At the end of it you and Julius manage to get ten engineers to work on your drone idea. The men and their new 'chief' set up a workshop to begin the project.
Before you leave Julius invites you to help set the requirements for the final product, so the drone can better fulfill it's battlefield prerequisites.
You and the engineer team gather across a table and begin discussing the possibilities.

[6 points to spend]
Mobility:
>Static (turret): 0 PT
>Hover: 1 PT
>Thrusters: 3 PT

Defenses:
>Heavily Armoured 2 PT
>Light Armour 1PT
>No Armour: 0 PT

Weaponry:
>Flamethrower: 2 PT
>Self-Destruction Bomb: 3 PT
>Pulse Rifle: 1 PT

>Extra suggestions or prerequisites on how the drones should function?

(I was unsure of what would be good on the drone hence the "suggestions" bit. Please feel free to shit on the current options)

>>1011994
The area has debris, yes, and it could be possible to try and assault them from some unorthodox direction.

>>1012009
>Thrusters: 3 PT
>Heavily Armoured 2 PT
>Pulse Rifle: 1 PT

The turrets should be used for escorting people, breeching/entering and also securing the hallways and able to keep up with us.

>>1012009
How fast is hover compared to thruster?

>>1012044
Hover = someone walking
Thruster = someone running

>>1012050
>>1012044
By walking I mean 'fast walking' or whatever it's called.

>>1012009
>Flamethrower: 2 PT
>Heavily Armoured 2 PT
>Hover: 1 PT
Intermediate speed would be preferred

>>1012050
Hmm...
I have a few ideas.

>Hover
>Heavily armored
>Flamethrower
>Pulse rifle
And a bit of the unconventional
>Blinder flashlights

If the flashlights would cost a point then I'd say replace flamethrower with them and add like, an upgraded ammo resevoir for the other point so we can extend the practical lifespan of the drones

>>1012068
What would the flashlights be used against?

>>1012098
BLinding people.

Okay so vote count:
2x Hover (1/6)
3x Heavy Armour (3/6)
2x Pulse Rifle (4/6)
Last two points stuck between upgrading to thrusters, getting a flamethrower or getting the blinding flashlight.

Vote:
>Thruster
>Blinding Light
>Flamethrower

>>1012098
Cultists, mostly. However, they might be effective against necromorphs to obscure the turret and other targets.
If necromorphs usually have dilated pupils (likely given their propensity towards hiding in dark spaces) then the flashlight will easily blind them, even if they don't retract their pupils. Basically, if they have a responsive pupil (like ours) then they would quickly lose the ability to see clearly for a little while after being flashed, much like an ordinary human. If they have unresponsive and always dilated pupils, they would still be blinded (perhaps moreso) by the direct light shining into their eyes. In the latter scenario, they would recover quicker after light no longer shines on their eyes, but DURING They would have a much harder time seeing than those of the former scenario.

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>>1012068

Hopefully these Unitologist Zealots don't have any hackers on their tithe list. Losing control of a shopping cart of death would be bad news.

Might we pull a Metal Gear and strap the smaller Little Carla bomb within it? The IED's likely not to be that stable anyhow unless we managed to harvest it from some CEC brand blasting gel.

https://youtu.be/J6c10EN1oNc

In a perfect world we'd have a Unitologist meat hostage to strap onto it to attract Necromorphs.

Would be pretty great if we had some of DS3's Sovereign Colony style resource discovery drones to weaponize.

They sound like a smaller more mobile version of what we're working on now.

>>1012121
I think the feeder is the only blind one.
Anyway, I'll just write for flamethrower since that one technically has 2 votes.


>>1012137
>strap Little Carla to it
You could strap it to one of them sure, though I'm feeling that you guys want to take one of them with you.
I guess we'll see how you apply them in a bit.

>>1012112
>Thruster

The final product is a slow moving, heavily armoured flying machine with high firepower.
You're pretty sure this configures as some kind of aerial tank, by some definition.
While there were some among the engineers that wanted a more mobile version, or to add 'utility focused' features in the end the voice of reason won: yours.
In many ways the drone is like a miniature you. The men get to work and you leave them to it, as your technical expertise is limited to duct tape.
You're still not sure if the end result will be as you expect, but you're sure that of the eight at least one will be good enough to accompany your team.
Out on the courtyard you decide how to spend your time next.
Planning is done, you've already napped, and the team is out and about.
>Meet some crew member? [who?]
>Prepare something else for the assault [what?]
>Take another nap [timeskip]
>Write-in

>>1012163
>Hang out with carla and the rest of the crew [timeskip]

>>1012163
Go in for another psychiatric appointment, regarding memory loss.

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>>1012121

I do like the idea that Unitologist's could be blinded by the drone's light but I'm not hopeful on it negatively affecting Necromorphs.

They seem to have less of a cone of vision than a sphere of life sense. Then again I don't think Phil or anyone else in the survivor creche have seen enough footage to make that conclusion.

From an entirely meta game standpoint imagine if recording necromorphs results in some sort of carrier signal being Marker Magicked onto the storage. Like beef jerky wifi Weeping Angels.

>>1012163
backing this >>1012177 and more bomb making/grenade making.

>>1012181
>necromorphs spread like a meme
No. Stop it, that's horrible.

>>1012192
>>1012181
Horrifying*

>>1012190
>>1012177
>>1012179
2 for hanging out with carla
1 for psychiatric appointment with reed
1 for bomb making
Will write in 4 if no one else votes.

>>1012181
A lot of the necromorphs retain eyes though. The eyes would be repurposed if the necromorphs didnt find them useful.
Even brethren moons have eyes.

I also think that necromorphs tend to alter their eyes to have a reflective back, like a cat's eyes, to see even better in the dark. This theory is supported by the fact that their eyes seem to shine and glow.

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>>1012192
On that topic has anyone on the station made something like this yet.

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>>1012192
I can legitimately see this one being used as a joke slide during a briefing

It seems Gomez took the card deck as a souvenir on that last trip, and with nothing better to do the rest of the crew joined him for a game.
You find them sitting at a corner table of the courtyard: Sarge, Gomez and Carla.
Upon your arrival you wonder why doc isn't there before remembering he works at the clinic on his spare time.
The others greet you, and you take a seat next to Carla and Sarge, the former offers you a sip of her beer.
>Drink? (Y/N)
They soon end the current round, Gomez having won once again. At this point you could join them...
>Play? (d20 if yes)
But regardless of your choices it's a good time to relax and chat with your friends.
Maybe you can talk about
>What they want to do once they're out of here
>Ask if they'll want to join you on group Alpha
>Chit chat with the group about necromorph theories
>Thank Gomez for the cargo idea that let you nap
>Write-in

>>1012210
This one is so silly it's funny.

>>1012235
More like a cheeky bastard editing the slides without the commander knowing

>>1012239
>Drink
>What they want to do once they're out of here
>Thank Gomez for the cargo idea that let you nap
>Talk about how much we wanna see big phil go off

While we wait for votes,
here's what will happen if you nat 1 the sanity roll:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qchPLaiKocI

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>1012239
>Yes
>Play
>What they want to do once they're out of here
>Ask if they'll want to join you on group Alpha
>Chit chat with the group about necromorph theories
No reason we cant do them all, eh?

The booze helps you relax and 'decompress'. These are your friends, there's no need for all that anxiety that's always tugging at your brain.
Sarge deals the cards and the game begins. Your initial hand is good so you feel like it's okay to focus more on talking than playing.
"So what're you guys planning on doing once we're all outta this hellhole?" Sarge cracks his neck and looks you straight in the eyes.
"If I'm being honest, I'll sign back up with Earth Gov and hope I get to shoot some more of these cultist nutjobs for all the crap they've done."
Gomez shakes his head in disbelief. "Damn, you want more of this, Anderson?
All I want is to go back to earth, to my mother and my little sister.
Just appreciate my family life and all those things that really matter you know what I'm saying?"
"I told you before. Find a nice tropical island in the middle of nowhere, sunbathe, drink, just pretend none of this is real.
You did say you'd come with me, Phil." Carla closes that statement with a smile and wink.
"I never figured you for a vacation type. Damn boss, I actually expected Sarge's answer to come out of you."
"Oh come on Gomez, I'm not that much of a nutjob. But since we're on the subject of things we want,
there's one thing I really want to see: Big Phil go off." the others laugh.
"I don't want to be anywhere near that thing when it does, though it'd be nice to watch it from very far."
"Like fireworks." says Carla, starry eyed.
"Sure, but fireworks can't destroy an entire ship, C."
"Oh come on Gomez, have – you – ever seen fireworks? I've spent all my time in this station so I missed all of that stuff. If we blow it up it'll be amazing."
It really will be. Half of you even considers just setting the bomb in sector 10 and destroying it all with one big badass explosion,
the other half knows that'd be insane.
-
"Look, Necromorphs are blind, I'm telling you, Sarge." Gomez gesticulates wildly as he talks.
"We don't know that, hell maybe they see better than we do."
"No way, they use some echolocation or something crazy like tha.t"
"Does it -really- matter? At all?"
"It doesn't, but it's fun to speculate. Isn't it?"
You're not sure that's what you'd call fun. Maybe capturing a necromorph and experimenting on it would be, but just talking about it? Nah.
-
"So, about that little mission of ours." the others turn to you, their faces red from the alcohol and sweaty from the heat in engineering.
"I'm going to be on the trap setting and guard duty, with Alpha team. Any of you want to come with me?"
"Nowhere safer than next to you, boss."
"Officer, as your ex-superior and friend, hell yeah count on me."
"What would be Big Phil without Little Carla? Of course I'll go" she says while fake-pouting. The alcohol is getting to her faster than to the others.
-

>>1012344
"Gomez, you've got to be cheating. Five wins in a row? Only reason I'm not mad is I owed you one."
"For what, boss? And no I'm not cheating! It's the Gomez family luck, it works for games – and – for love." he says while winking to the fat lady that brought him more beer.
"For the cargo-lift idea, that let me get some sleep. Damn I needed that."
"Helped with the hallucinations?"
"I haven't had any since I've waken up, I think.
>Chat or do more [what?]
>Timeskip
>Write-in

>>1012349
>Chat or do more [what?]
>"so i have been thinking, When i get outta here i might write a book about all this."
>about time to find a bunk and turn in for the night, might not have to go to bed alone either

>>1012349
"So, who do you guys reckon was taking care of me? My bet is on either a necromorph tucking me in, or that traitorous cultist leader singing me lullabies."

>>1012349
I know what song we need to play before we set big Phill or little carla off https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Ln6cZ21heo

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>>1012405
Only searched that for this Joke CIA anon Pls no Party V@

You take another drink of beer before changing subjects. "I have been thinking, when we get outta here I might write a book about all this."
"Don't forget to mention how handsome I am in it."
"Gomez, I'm crazy, not a liar." he gives you a playful punch in the arm.
"I'll be sure to mention about how I bravely saved all of you." they roll their eyes and laugh.
"No mention of the time when you bravely shieled the floor from evil unitologist terrorists, and got into a coma for it?"
Damn sarge, that one was rough. "Yeah about that who do you guys reckon was taking care of me?"
The group shrugs. "My bet is on either a necromorph tucking me in, or that traitorous cultist leader was singing me lullabies."
"If those cultist bastards were in my apartment messing with your head I'll-"
"Woah easy there girl, it's the beer talking."
"Yeah sorry, I'm still mad about all that." but why? It's not like she's ever going back there.
"Anyway, I'm probably off to bed now."
"So soon, phil?" Carla grabs you by the forearm.
"Yep. It's time to turn in for the night, get rested for the big day. I don't need to go alone though."
Can't leave the girl drunk as she is here, better take her to a bed so she can rest.
"See you guys tomorrow" the two other crew memebers salute you mockingly.
You wrap your arm around Carla's and start heading to the bed bunkers.
-
Woah she's strong for her size. She pushed you onto bed and mounted you.
The alcohol is talking here, you're pretty sure from the slurred talking and inability to focus.
You'd know it, from all those nights you'd get pass-out drunk at the station's pub.
"Calm down come on." she mumbles something about dying soon, you're not entirely sure what.
It seems diplomacy doesn't work on drunks.
>She's drunk, hug her down until she falls asleep
>Play along, what's the worse that could happen?
>Write-in

I know I'm taking my time, but then again I'll run for quite a bit today if anyone's up for it.

>>1012471
>Play along, what's the worse that could happen?

>>1012471
>Play along, what's the worse that could happen?
>If you are sure you want this i have no objections

>>1012471
Also Red if this is a trap i will be both amused and dismayed since it is one most anons will fall into 90% of the time

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>>1012496
>>1012492
Just so we are clear, that's a F2B, not smut.

>>1012500
No shit, mate. its a blue board, Just finding it funny we keep sending such mixed singals to her.

>>1012471
>Hug her down until she sleeps

>>1012500
Yes we are aware. But really in a situation like this how many guys will actually say no to their girlfriend.

>>1012505
>flirt
>kiss her cheek
>fuck her when she's drunk
Doesn't get more mixed than this.

That said, some QMs write smut pastebins. I wouldn't because I know just how horrible that'd be.

>>1012499
What kind of trap?

>>1012514
I did. She called me a faggot. Have it on video somewhere.

>>1012471
Go for it.
Phil peobably hasnt had action in a while, so it'll be a real good relief.

I hope she isn't a disguised necromorph, that would be terrible. Well, unless she put those tentacles to unconventional uses...

>>1012514
Man, if it's late and I'm shithoused and I'm tired, I'll say no.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjlSiASsUIs
You wake up feeling amazing.
The alcohol you drank last night was nothing compared to the usual for your pub adventures, so no hangover.
That's not, however, the one big feat that's got you all cheery. You had a long 'stress relief' session with a drunken Carla.
It had been a long time, but you're pretty sure you didn't fail to impress. Or did you?
You move around the bed. It's strangely... empty. The girl's nowhere to be seen, which drains a bit of your good mood.
Maybe she'd thought to get something for her certain hangover? Could be she's just tired of lying in bed, it's probably nothing.
Why do you worry so much sometimes, there's no need to worry.
-
You're up and dressed, and feeling good again as Gomez passes you on the way out, giving you a knowing glance and a pat on the back.
Now where's your girlf- woah easy there stud – girlfriend? It's a bit too early for that and... Why are you talking to yourself?
This is getting too frequent, better stop.
>Go find a crew member [who?]
>Go find Julius to talk about the drones
>Go find Carla and talk about last night
>Go get breakfast, baby steps
>Write-in

>>1012531
This - will - give you a bonus to the next san check actually.

>>1012561
>Get breakfast

So uh did we find whats causing the insanity to flare up on station yet?

>>1012572
In character? Nope. Although the Cultist did talk about "listening to it" so it's more of a "connect the dots" issue.

Depending on how things go on the last mission you might.

>>1012580
Is their a marker or world under the station?

>>1012592
No world. Marker? Yeah.

>>1012561
>Get breakfast for two, bring one for carla
I hope it's an especially hearty meal, today being the day of the most important missions.

>>1012561
>inb4 she's telling doc you raped her

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>>1012521

After our buddies told us what they wanted to do after all this blew over I felt an enhanced dread.

At least no one said they were close to retirement, except the Engineer who got out of retirement.

>fuck her when she's drunk

Welp might as well raise another death flag.

I'm loving how this is almost an Asylum production hijacked by a good writer/director and sold to Netflix instead of Scifi. A compliment and endorsement of your skill in harnessing your caffeine deprivation for our enjoyment.

Space gothic horror is best with cheese dip sides!

https://youtu.be/ttVaQ-qnm98

You get some gruel at the usual place and start devouring it when a great idea crosses your mind. Breakfast with Carla!
Taking an extra portion of gruel with an extra piece of chocolate you got from a shady fellow you head to find her.
It's hard, she's not in the bunkers, not in the infirmary, not in the nearby workshops.
You resort to asking around, but most didnt know anything.
Until the chocolate-&-booze selling shady man who's always around the courtyard informs you he saw her heading to the front entrance.
-
There she is, sitting around one of the tram station's chairs. The guards are ignoring her presence, probably knowing she's part of the vanguard teams.
When you arrive she looks at you, not with the same eyes as she did yesterday, but.. ashamed?
Doesn't make sense, why would she be.
You take your sit right next to, and hand her the food. She thanks you and gives a lip-corner smile when she sees the piece of chocolate.
>Write-in on talking to her

>>1012610
>University Campus Quest
Honestly, I hope the reason is unexpected to you guys.
If any of you guesses I'll be a bit surprised.

>>1012661
>So do you know what the train man said too the train? You gotta follow the tracks!

>>1012639
>I'm loving how this is almost an Asylum production hijacked by a good writer/director and sold to Netflix instead of Scifi. A compliment and endorsement of your skill in harnessing your caffeine deprivation for our enjoyment.
I tried selling Polar Bear Vs. Space Zombie to them, but it wasn't crazy enough.

Honestly though, best compliment I've gotten. Thanks anon.

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>>1012661
First time?

YWN be a super-spacecop w a qt3.14 pure waifu

>>1012661
>Inb4 she has an Incurable disease.
>Is a cultist plant.
>Is embarrassed that she got so drunk
>All of the above

>>1012661
>"So Dunno what is wrong, Buuut If you are feeling up to telling me, You know i will always listen, i kinda owe that to everyone on the team."

"So do you know what the train man said too the train? You gotta follow the tracks!"
Carla rolls her eyes, and starts eating her food. You're not sure if she's just in a sour mood or if you did anything wrong.
She's eating slowly as always, so you take the opportunity to talk about menial topics such as 'how's the weather in this space station huh',
until you're finally sure she's comfortable enough for you to approach the elephant in the room.
"Was this your first time?" she nearly spits out her gruel.
"Wha- Ye- No, no no that's not the problem."she says rapidtly shaking her hands.
"Then what is it?" you put your hand around her.
"You did confide in me and the others Phil, but I'm afraid I..."
"I don't know what's wrong. But" and that's a big butt "If you are feeling up to telling me, You know I will always listen"
She nods. "I kinda owe that to everyone on the team."
"It's still hard for me, when I woke up it scared me so much."
>Am I - THAT - big?
>Don't worry, I'm here for you. Just go ahead and say it
>If you don't feel like talking, don't. I'll be here for you.
>Are you dying?
>Are you embarrassed that you got drunk?
>Are you a cultist?
>Are you a necromorph?
>Kiss her.
>Write-in /Mix

>>1012669
>So This morning i Bought some new boots from a drug dealer, i've been tripping all day!

>>1012741
>Are you a necromorph?
>Are you pregnant?
>Are you Post Op-tranny? Oh god am I gay and don't remember sucking cock?
>Start panicking

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>>1012719
>is a cultist plant
It could be worse.

>>1012741
>Don't worry, I'm here for you. Just go ahead and say it

>>1012661

"I hope you'll still be combat ready with that contraband narcotic you're eyeing" while gesturing with the chocolate (While hoping it's not laced with some gatch Darkstar miner meth)

Also remember the member roll from earlier. Phil may have been demoted to Space Mall Cop from negligent snu-icide.

>>1012670

Well if you're looking for Space Zombies. Much higher tech setting though with functional AI and plot magic Nanotech.

AKA if EarthGov gets their hands on Phil's remains.

https://youtu.be/AtR9L3kUilE

See if you can find the Dead Space cameo! Bonus points if you don't die from the dialogue such as "I gave her an upload".
https://youtu.be/E6QDN_JKBmQ

>>1012750
>This exists
Nightmare fetishists are almost as bad as the gays desu

>>1012741
>Don't worry, I'm here for you. Just go ahead and say it
Please god dont hallucinate now
If I hear her say make us whole or find us im gonna lose my shit

>>1012768
Not just nightmare fetish but also technically necrophilia

"Are you a necromorph?" she gives you the 'seriously?' look.
"Pregnant then?" her mouth opens to reply but you interrupt her with.
"You're a man. I knew it, I was gay all along." Carla gives up fighting your antics and just laughs.
"Maybe I should take it less seriously like you do." that's right, it's gotta be something silly.
"Still, I can't just-"
"Carla, don't worry. I'm here for you. Just go ahead and spill it."
Her face approaches yours, her breathe mixing in with your own. You lean closer in response, your cold lips touching hers', warm and soft.
"Thanks Phil. The thing is, I've been... hearing things. Let's say, mean things."
"Wait, is someone bothering you?"
"No, I mean I've been hearing people who aren't there."
"So do I, so what?"
"Yeah but you're used to it, I woke up and -" her face looks close to crying.
"The director, my father and a bunch of other voices, they were all saying horrible things, telling me to do horrible things."
One second, this started now. There's no way she catched your crazy through sex is there?
Hallucionations aren't a goddamn STD.
"Look, I'm fine now, it just scared the hell out of me. And the things they said made me fell."
"Ashamed. Should I ask?"
"Don't. Please."
Fair enough, thus you dodge the subject. "I hope you'll still be combat ready with that contraband narcotic you were eyeing earlier"
She takes a moment to process before pointing to the empty plate. "As long as it wasn't laced with anything, Phil."
Man, she didn't even give you a bite.
>Write-in

>>1012799
Is it if they're living dead and technically alien?

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>>1012817
Hallucinations*
Made me feel...*

Well, you guys get the gist of it.

I wanted to do a PoV change to show what she heard during her trip but I figured it'd ruin things.

>>1012817
>Hug her and rub her head.
>We can be a crazy family together.

>>1012817
Not even gonna bite on the pun i made?

>Hug the girl And in general just be a cuddly comforting semi insane dude for a bit.

>"Dear god i hope it wasn't, Dude i bought it off of was a it shady and sarge and i are still ninety nine percent sure half the stations narcotics were made down here somewhere"

>>1012840
*was a bit shady

>>1012817
Go ahead and tell her about some of the...more concerning hallucinations we have. She probably thinks most of our hallucinations are happy go lucky, so sharing this might make her feel less alone in her worry.

The main things to share here are the whispers that lead us places like the maintainance shrine despite us not knowing about it. And thinking people are saying "Make us whole" and "Find us".
And that bit where we saw the suit that one cultist was wearing, before we ever met him.

Make sure to shake your fist angrily and curse those damned unitologists for giving you living nightmares.

>>1012857
>"Make us whole" and "Find us".
I have to say that we need to stop saying these out loud

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Will write it now, just got back from a toilet break.

Meanwhile:
Any opinions on the whole "turns out we're not alone on the crazy train" ordeal?

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>>1012909
I like not being the only crazy one
Makes us less alone

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>>1012909
Kinda sucks DESU now we cant even completely rely on the presumed sanity of our lads

>>1012909
Happyish that it is not something too bad, and worried that it only started after we had sex, I mean we should hopefully already know who is crazier between us Honestly relating the shit we see might help.

"Dear god I hope it wasn't! Dude I bought it off of was a bit shady"
"The weird guy that hangs around the courtyard and sells beer?" she furrows her brow as if trying to recall what he looked like exactly.
"That one. Sarge and I are still ninety nine percent sure half the stations' narcotics were made down here somewhere.
I really hope we aren't getting chocolate from a drug dealer." She laughs and shrugs.
"Now that I'm crazy and hearing things I don't think a few drugs scare me."
"That was a fast improvement on your attitude. And hey, we can be a crazy family together."
Carla's face becomes a mix of surprise and happiness, it's weird but you feel that just like you she has a deep yearning for a family.
You pull the girl closer to you, then wrap your other arm around her. A comfortable hug, followed by caressing her hair and neck.
She smiles and kisses you on the cheeck, then on the lips. "Thank you, Phil."
"No problem. And if you want to know, my own hallucinations are pretty bad sometimes.
But despite seeing all those unpleasant and creepy things, or the strange places that the whispers sent me to, I still have you and the others."
"The shrine, was that from a hallucination too?"
"Yeah, whispers took me there. Goddamn, this whole thing is probably to blame on those fucking unitologists."
You shake your fist in exagerated 'anger', and she laughs.
"If you can be this positive about it I guess it would only be fair if I did the same."
She huddles against your body and stays there for a while.
>Say something else?
>Just stay there wit her (skip to drone completion)
>Go do something else (what?, take her?)
>Write-in / Options Mix


Captcha: dead end
Huh

Rolled 3 (1d20)

Dropped my dice.

>>1012817
That's not normal, we should probably go tell doc, what if our dick is an infectious necromorph?

>>1012973
>Well of course I can be like this. Cough IalreadywasgoingtokillmyselfbutthenIfoundyou cough

>>1012978
OHGODWHATWHYAREYOUROLLING

>>1012973
>Go do something else (what?, take her?)
Go Read, Or Bug Sarge, Or even paint up our rig, add tallies for all the cultists we have murdered and all that jazz

>>1013000
Oh yes
>>1012973
>Bring her with us whatever happens

>>1013006
>>1013000
>>1012998
>>1012995
I feel like this is a new genre.
>Slice of DeadSpace.

>>1013025
We have spent almost 3 threads going from life threatening situation to another, and slice of deadspace sounds pretty fun

>>1012973
Offer her a round two before the mission?

>>1013025
It's a whole new world of excitement!

"Well of course I can be like this."
You fake a cough while saying 'I was already going to kill myself but then I found you'.
It's cheesy, so cheesy she shakes her head and sighs, but then kisses you again.
Can't beat that game of yours. "So, how are we spending the rest of our day?"
"I thought you'd have an idea or two, Phil.
That said, if you're okay with it I'd like you to come with me to talk to the psychiatrist"
>Accept to go meet Doc Reed with Carla later? (Y/N)
"But before all that, what do you say we go have a bit of fun?"
-
You spend a few hours with Carla, just relaxing and taking your mind off from the 'bigger picture'.
Painting stripes on your armours, chit-chatting with Sarge about guns, stealing his book as a prank, playing 'throw things at my super armor'.
It's all kinda silly in the context you're in, but sometimes all you need is to be a little silly.
Eventually Julius comes to you and your partner with the news: the drones are ready.
>You and Carla go test the drones
>Better not, go to the psychiatrist
>Something else to do first! [what?]
>Write-in

>>1013048
Did you remember to buy space condoms? Not that you'd need them.

>>1013066
Give him a really slow congratulatory handshake to not set off the armour.
Tell him that him and his boys can test them out if they want
Go to psych with carla

>>1013066
>>Better not, go to the psychiatrist
>Accept to go meet Doc Reed with Carla later? (Y)
>Ensure suitable names are painted on the drones like Cultist slayer, Gravedigger, Unitolidon't, Little Phil Esq, Gabriel, Gunny, Whiskers, and naturally The separator.

>>1013066
>>Better not, go to the psychiatrist
and name all the drons

>>1013066
>>1013091
second

"Figured you'd want to test them, kid."
"No thanks, I trust you and the other engineers to do a better job of using them."
"Fine by me." you shake hands and trade smiles. You both know that this puts you eight murder machines closer to your escape.
He leaves back to his workshop. Carla looks your way and pouts dramatically.
"I wanted to see the drones, honey. Specially since you told me they have flamethrowers."
"When they're in action you'll get to, don't worry. If we skip the flight tests we skip the whole 'awkwardly crashing into the ground' phase."
"Fair enough." she holds your hand, and you both just stand looking at each other for about a minute.
"So, what next?" you were kinda busy admiring her. It's weird how lonely you had been before everyone started dying,
and how easy it was for you to get out of your 'shell' once you started losing it.
"Oh right, let's head to the psychiatrist?" she nods her head and you two make your way to the med-bay.
-
It's the same small room at the back of the large tent, separated from the rest by a curtain.
You call to the doctor and she opens up. The elderly woman invites you in.
"I hope this is not couple's therapy, that's not my specialty" she offers you both some tea.
Wait, did she bring a full tea kit on her survival kit?
"Not really, it's more of a shared issue."
>Tell her what happened
>Let Carla explain
>Ask her if madness is sexually transmissible
>Write-in

Sure let's name the drones.
Add a drone name at the end of your vote, two per person.

>>1013134
>Ask her if madness is sexually transmissible
>But then let Carla actually talk, after the ice breaker.

>Lazarus

>>1013134
>>Let Carla explain
>>Ask her if madness is sexually transmissible

>>1013134
>Let Carla explain
>Ask her if madness is sexually transmissible
>The separator.
>Whiskers
The first because I just know it will make unitologists mad, the second because it will confuse them

"Doc Reed, before we begin, is madness sexually transmissible?"
The old woman's reaction is a mix of confusion and amusement.
"It is not. Then again, when I was younger I'd drive all my lovers mad with-"
Oh god, too many details. You earned that one with the STD comment.
Still a mental image you hope never appears in your hallucinations.
"Now, dear, would you mind telling me what's bothering you?" Reed says, turning to Carla.
She takes a sip of tea and begins explaining her situation.
It's what you've heard before, leaving out the details of – what – the hallucination had said to her.
You do feel she's far more comfortable and calm now that she had already opened up to you.
The doctor, having listened attentively, grabs a datapad and starts making a few notes.
Before long she turns back to you, her expression now serious.
"I believe there may be some external factor that is triggering these disturbances in your minds.
I'm not sure of what it could be, so the best I can give you is some medicine that will calm you down in case any of the hallucinations get 'too real'."
"What about those pills you gave me?"
"They might not help at all, sad as that may be." the old woman pauses.
"If this is something released by those invaders then it would make sense that you having been affected someone close to you would also."
"You think the cultists might have done this?"
"It's not off the table. Truth be told, I'm only theorising this because another case came in earlier this morning complaining of similar symptoms."
Huh, so there are more.
>Thank her for her time, leave, grab the new meds.
>Ask her something
>Write-in

>>1013206
>Ask her what could be done about it and if it might be for good damage?

>>1013206
>Was it someone else on our squad?

>>1013206
Ask her about some anonymous details of the other case. Did they mention any specific hallucination?

>>1013238
>>1013225
>>1013214
Writin'.

>>1013206
>>Thank her for her time, leave, grab the new meds.

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"Was it someone in my squad?" the woman looks concerned about something, maybe it really is someone close.
"I can't say, confidentiality still appplies Mr. Philips."
"Come on, it's not like you'd be outing them."
The old lady sighs and serves herself more tea. "I can say it's no one in your team.
I can't give any more details." so she says, but you feel like it'd be useful knowing who else has to deal with the same issues.
"Can't you at least give me details on the hallucinations they reported?"
"No. I can't, in fact it'd be better if we dropped this subject altogether."
"Alright, alright." Reed hands you and Carla each a small pack of medication.
"I'll reiterate: if you ever need to calm down fast take one of these. Don't take them before operating any dangerous machinery or fighting."
"Understood, don't take them ever." Carla laughs and Reed merely smiles.
"Though before we go, I have to ask, is this permanent?"
"It might pass. It might not. I've honestly never seen something like this before."
You and your new girlfriend thank her for the short consultation and start making your way out.
>Wait, one more thing! [what to ask?]
>Go do something else [what?]
>Ask Carla if she wants to 'relax' before the mission [timeskip f2b to the mission]
>Write-in

Man my hands were shaking and I'm having trouble focusing.
That's when I noticed I had set the AC to 18 C.

>>1013335
>rest and relax until the mission with carla.

>>1013335
>Ask Carla if she wants to 'relax' before the mission [timeskip f2b to the mission]
GO GO insatiable Insane man

I love how the last thread is somehow still on the first page and this one was below it for like ten minutes.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1013335
>>Ask Carla if she wants to 'relax' before the mission [timeskip f2b to the mission]

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>>1013354
>>1013347
>>1013362
I just made a horrible mistake, and I can't take it back.
>mfw

Also writing for 'relaxation'.

>>1013360
There were some anons talking about the friendzone move.

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>>1013365
Who did we friendzone Sarge?

>>1013409
I think it was the cluster fuck if singals we gave carla.

You take Carla into the empty room you had used to test your suit. She's a bit confused, but you tell her to wait and it'll all be clear.
Minutes later you return with two matresses, covers, pillows and two bottles of beer.
"My, aren't you a romantic? I'm guessing this is your way of inviting me for a second round."
"Hell yeah. And like I always say, nothing more romantic than making love in a makeshift bed in an abandoned building."
Carla laughs and helps you set up the place, turning a table into a couple's bed. Quite comfortable one too.
She's already out of her armour, so she helps you out of yours, making sure to tease you along the way, kissing your body as she exposes it.
This time you take charge, carrying her to the bed and advancing on her body like a hungry beast...
-
It's been a few hours since you began, you're hugging her from behind, both of you still resting from that much 'activity'.
"Phil, did Reed slip you anything extra when I wasn't looking?"
"Nope."
"That just isn't normal, I mean..."
"I'm up to day on my cardio training if that's what you're wondering. Just work on your stamina."
>Talk to her / Do something before getting up
>Get up, ready yourselves and check in with the commander for the mission's start
>Write-in

>>1013409
The forehead kiss in the last thread.

>>1013413
Yep.
>inb4 that's the madness trigger

>>1013419
>>Talk to her / Do something before getting up
Go see the Drones, Hopefully the engineers have painted interesting shit on them

>>1013419
>>Get up, ready yourselves and check in with the commander for the mission's start
mybe we should get matching tats

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>1013446
>>1013438
Rolling.

>>1013419
>Get up, ready yourselves and check in with the commander for the mission's start

Anyone else hoping julius was able to make more shields?
Upgraded shield would be nice, but a whole squad with free use shields would be pretty bitchin. Of course, I secretly hope he upgraded it, and produced more copies, each of them also upgraded.

"Maybe we should get matching tattoos"
"A bit early into the relationship for something so crazy, Phil."
"Crazy's my middle name. And what it says on my medical file."
She laughs and turns around to kiss you. "Let's get up before you have any ideas, mister."
"Oh no trust me, I'm way too tired to try anything." You both get up and gathering your gear.
After you put on your armor she heads to get hers, you tell her you'll wait near the command center.
Soon you both meet at the entrance and head in. McCormick sees you two and gestures for you to approach.
"Good morning commander. It's about time Alpha squad went out to begin the mission don't you think?"
"Gamma isn't ready, but if you want then you can head out already. Just try not to get stuck because help might take a while to arrive."
"Understood."
"Good luck soldiers."
"To you too, sir."
"Oh and, here" he sends you a contact list "These are Alpha-2, the other half of Alpha that'll be under your command to accomplish the mission's goals."
You and Carla exit the tent and...
>Head to check on the drones
>Start gathering the group, meet the other half of Alpha
>Write-in

>>1013477
You can ask him as soon as you see him again. Which should be soon.

>Squad full of shields
Shield walls and testudo, in space!

>>1013496
>>Head to check on the drones
>>Radio the squad to start getting ready and meet us there

>>1013496
>Head to check on the drones

>>1013508
Works for me

You send comms messages asking for your squad and the other one to meet you at Julius' workshop,
then begin making your way there, Carla in tow.
-
Carla and you dodge a drone that flew dangerously close to your head right as you entered the room.
"Sorry mister!" shouts Julius' nephew, as he recalls the drone to his location.
The old engineer joins the boy as he checks the drone's sensors.
"Sometimes they have trouble recalibrating to new elements entering the room, it's normal."
"Let's just hope they don't try that suicide move on a necromorph, right Phil?"
"I assume you came to check on our progress. Well, we're done. The eight are up and functioning best as we'll get them to in such a short time."
"Hey Phil" says Sarge from behind you. Seems like he's the first to arrive.
>Ask to see some functionality of the drone?
>Ask Julius something else [what?]
>Talk to the other companions [about?]
>Alright, wait for the others to arrive

>>1013532
>show us what these bad boys can do
>NAME THEM

>>1013532
>>Ask to see some functionality of the drone?
>>Ask Julius something else [what?]
Any luck on the shield if you had time that is.

>>1013532
>>Ask to see some functionality of the drone?

You ask Julius for a little demonstration of the drone's capabilities, which he provides.
The thing has crap maneuverability, as it's not very fast and it's quite heavy thus taking more of it's propulsion to switch directions and the like.
It does look very tough, and it certainly has about as much firepower as regular soldier, it not more.
Specially if it gets to close quarters, as it can use the rifle and the flamethrower simultaneously for devastating effect.
All in all you're pleased with the results, and so seem to be your other team-mates.
You then switch topics to ask him about the shield. Sadly he didn't really have a lot of time to try and replicate it,
but he did repair and strengthen the blades, including extra layers of protection to them.
It's a decent upgrade. Not optimal but quite decent.
By then the rest of the team has already arrived, along with the alpha-2.
>Talk to your crew [write-in]
>Talk to alpha-2 [write-in]
>Explain the current mission [specify where you'll head to set the trap and what you intend to do there, what you want to take and who will do what]
>Write-in

Side question: in your head, what does Phil look like?

trip

>>1013579
>>Talk to your crew [write-in]
General and professional shit, did they sleep well if at all, are they ready for the upcoming clusterfuck.

>Talk to alpha-2 [write-in]
Well we should start with introductions, capabilities and professions and that sorta thing.

>>1013579
>>1013591
second

Not really sure. I keep thinking sarge looks like johnson from halo. Never really thought about us.

>>1013579
>Explain to the crew what the plan is.

I honestly think of Phil like the stereotypical like 80's detectives from the old black and white films. He is way too good for the pay his earning but he doesn't have the balls to kill himself, so he works to fill his void hoping one day the job will end it for him.

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>>1013599
>>1013596
>>1013591
Alright, writing.

And since anon mentioned 80s suicidal cops and Lethal Weapon is playing on TV...

>>1013605
We're keeping the Mullet.

>>1013579
Like a mix between the hotel dusk guy and detective gumshoe from ace attorney

>Examine the alpha-2 crew

>>1013605
I like it

You make some small talk with your own team, asking if they've slept well and if all their gear and ammo stocks are in order.
Seems like everyone's prepared to the best of their abilities, so you're clear on that front.
Funnily, the news that you and Carla were together spread fast, as they all congratulated you two as you talked to each.
Next you moved to the Alpha-2 squad. They're a pretty decent mix, two enforcers, one medic, three engineers.
The extra amount of engineers is probably to help you set up the traps and make any alterations necessary to the location.
You tried to memorize their names, but you're not sure you'll be capable of holding that many:
Linda, Evans, Trevor, Wong, McGregor and Philips.
Wait Philips? Long lost cousin maybe. The entire group gathers so you can brief them on the mission.
"Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to prepare a kill-room to lure our enemies into and then head towards the Sector 10 entrance to secure it."
Linda pipes up: "Is that all? No extra details on the operation?" goddamn newbies.
"Yeah, the rest we improvise." the Alpha-2 squad look at each other while your own just goes with the flow.
"But where is the room we'll be modifying?"
Oh right, pesky details.
>Let's mess with the construction warehouse in Sector 10, as it's closest
>Let's mess with the waste disposal sector, as it's useless and close-ish
>Let's mess with somewhere else, that's a bit futher away [where?]
>Write-in

>>1013608
I like the latter's appearance a lot, but I feel the former fits better.
A mix makes sense.

>>1013639
>Let's mess with the construction warehouse in Sector 10, as it's closest

Sense we gotta move civies as well and everything.

>>1013639
>>Let's mess with the construction warehouse in Sector 10, as it's closest

>>1013639
>>1013650
ill second
We are off civi duty now. Least I thought that we are since we are helping set up the trap

>>1013639
>>Let's mess with the construction warehouse in Sector 10, as it's closest

>>1013657
You're not on escort, but you're on guard duty for the tram station (where the civies will be dropped off at later by the escort)

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>>1013134

>Let Carla explain

Would seem a more reliable story from an unreliable mental breaking narrator if we let her do the talking.

>Anonbot
>Thido
For reasons

>>1013639
>>Let's mess with the construction warehouse in Sector 10, as it's closest

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>>1013206

If we can ask Doc Reed to not break patient confidentiality and ask the person who came to her personally then we might be able to triangulate where the Unitologist Zealot brain whammy vector originates.

RIGS likely have user wifi GPS on station that can be accessed by DIRECTOR level authorization and cross examine that with the engineers and Heinlein's blueprints.

inb4 it's triangulated to outside the hull of the habitat and we accidentally the Unitologist secret mothership.

The two squads all acknowledge their orders to secure sector 10's warehouse and start preparing to move out.
Before that however you check in with Alpha-2 on their inventories. They've all got standard gear,
plasma rifle, grenade, revolver, but they're also bringing motion detection mines and the engineers are bringing in tools and extra parts.
Your own team has their own gear along with the new Drones, each individually named and painted.
Although the purpose of that still escapes you, as you're pretty sure the poor things won't survive what's to come.
You could still try and get something extra if you called in to the commander, maybe you could...
>Ask for the turret up front, it could make things deadlier
>Just head out
>Talk to the teams some more [about what? Write-in]
>Write-in

>>1013680
Anon, you're 2 hours 42 minutes late for that one.
I'll take it though

Drones:
>Lazarus
>Whiskers
>Separator
>Anonbot
>Thido

And since we lack extra input from other anons let me add in
>Fedora
>PH1L
>Hover

>>1013691
>Just head out
>tfw Lazarus rises once more

>>1013691
Voting to change Hover to Hoover.

>>1013691
Oxygen and florine if we can get our hands on a heating block here is what we do we run a mixture of oxygen and fluorine through a 700-degree-heating block. Just keep it running and hopefully by the time the Foof is released We are far the fuck away

>>1013706
Foof?

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>>1013579

Can there be any question on our station exiled super cop?

https://youtu.be/3RAkY4R691E

(That or Jackie Chan)

Of course Phil's final form

https://youtu.be/BdbFXHyzxnM

Damnit now I'm seeing him as a combo of Magnum PI and Axe Cop.

>>1013706
I am saying of coarse that we put this in the middle of the trap room, if we strap bombs to it to make that shit splash everywhere it would be amazing, Say goodbye necromorph and everything else in that room, Say HELLO Carbon and everything else in the room reduced to fire and brimstone

>>1013709
Yes
http://blogs.sciencemag.org/pipeline/archives/2010/02/23/things_i_wont_work_with_dioxygen_difluoride Read this
>>1013712
Also not to it clearly but around it

I mean, if we rig the meatgrinder to explode it'll definitely kill the necromorphs that are in the room, but the rest of them outside of the grinder would be fine
The idea is to have a trap that keeps running and keeps luring more and more necromorphs in, killing them as they arrive

The door traps should do that more than adequately

>>1013714
>>1013713
If you want the trap to keep running you can just use explosives and traps that won't damage the overall structure.
Hence why McCormick gave you a squad carrying a bunch of mines.

Also just a note: Hot Fuzz is a great movie.

>>1013714
>“Being a high energy oxidizer, dioxygen difluoride reacted vigorously with organic compounds, even at temperatures close to its melting point. It reacted instantaneously with solid ethyl alcohol, producing a blue flame and an explosion. When a drop of liquid 02F2 was added to liquid methane, cooled at 90°K., a white flame was produced instantaneously, which turned green upon further burning. When 0.2 (mL) of liquid 02F2 was added to 0.5 (mL) of liquid CH4 at 90°K., a violent explosion occurred.”
Honestly dude this shit will destroy anything until it hits Vacuum it makes things burst into flames at -180C

>>1013723
That's something we should save for a serious threat then, whew

>>1013700
>>1013698
Well I guess the single vote wins, putting in Hover as Hoover as well.

Writan.

>>1013727
fluorine is scary shit bro.

You order everyone to head out. On your way through the courtyard you see civilians staring.
Some start clapping while others just shout motivating things, such as "Go fuck their shit up!".
The whole plan will be put in motion as soon as you finish the trap making and secure the tram station, so it all hinges on your work.
Looking around you notice some of the alpha-2 is showing signs of anxiety,
probably from staying so long defending this hideout without being sent on actual missions.
Your own squad however is as comfortable as possible.
The group of twelve finally arrives at the tram, and you set course for sector 10.
-
Oh, crap. Bad news, seems like the cultists decided to let out a welcome party for you,
as a large group of necromorphs awaits at the station.
It consists of three pregnants, four slashes, five lurkers and three leapers.
Time to formulate a plan.
>Turn on the tram-turret and try to sneak to the maintenance room
>Turn on the turret and formulate a battle-plan [post write-in plans]
>Don't turn on the turrets yet, formulate a plan [post write-in plans]
>Write-in
d20 for all

ROOM LAYOUT:
Cover from waiting chairs, the tram itself, the lateral walls, and that's about it although there is not much need for cover against necros. It's not a very spacious room when compared to others but it's still larger than the DS games tram stations.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>1013749
Turn on turret, direct drones towards pregnants (to incinerate those bastard swarms in the bellies)
Everyone else calls out their specific target and focuses on taking it out.
If we let the drone(s?) and turret focus on the pregnants, then the rest are in equal number to our group I believe.

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We reached 215 posts so I'll say so far so good.

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>>1013749
>Phil goes into melee time to test that sword and new shield, Alpha 1 fucks up the leapers and lurkers alpha 2 shoots at anything they can, and the drones handle the preggos

>>1013774

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>1013774
Is the diceroller out?

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1013749
>>Phil goes into melee time to test that sword and new shield, Alpha 1 fucks up the leapers and lurkers alpha 2 shoots at anything they can, and the drones handle the preggos

Will continue shortly.

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The necromorphs begin their charge through the station, and thus you release your shield's blades and head to meet them.
Alpha-1, your friends, take cover behind the tram's sides and begin firing on the fast moving leapers and lurkes.
Despite their experience this is no easy task, as the many monsters move fast through the walls and ceiling.
Carla takes out two of the baby-sized necros when they manage to jump into the car, but so far the rest hasn't had any luck.
Alpha-2 on the other hand is take cover on the opposite end of the tram's laterals, and firing on the approaching slashers,
with Linda and Evans each managing to take down one while the rest of the team fires wildly.
From the corner of your eye you see the drones that the engineers activated moving to handle the pregnant monsters,
flamethrowers scorching through them and the swarmers inside with ease. "Perfect!" you hear Julius shout from his position.
You on the other hand bash one of the surviving slashers with your shield. The weight of your powered armour throwing it to the floor.
As you crush his limbs with your metal boots and cut one of it's brethren from head to crotch with a single swing of your bonesaw it's almost hard for you to resist shouting something inspiring.
'For the EarthGov! Suffer not the necro to live!' doesn't really have a good ring to it so you refrain.
>Continue in melee, try to attract their attention while the teams focus fire
>Push to the other side and start taking shots with your new revolver
>Continue in melee, but use the sword in one hand and the revolver in the other
>Write-in plan

>>1014143
>>Continue in melee, but use the sword in one hand and the revolver in the other
blood for the blood god

>>1014172
Roll me 3d20 as I don't think others will show up so soon.

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Rolled 5, 2, 8 = 15 (3d20)

>>1014181
well then time to get this party started

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>>1014189
nooooo

Rolled 5, 1, 6 = 12 (3d20)

>>1014191
for my angery

Rolled 14, 11, 6 = 31 (3d20)

>>1014181

>>1014193
i should just stop

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>>1014195
>>1014189
Damn son, I'm already writing but I'm really sad you missed the opportunity for more badassery.

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>>1014197
im sad too this was the frist thing i did waking up.
mybe i should just go back to bed

Popping the shield blades back into the gauntlet, you pull out the Director's Revolver and head for the bloodbath.
Or so you planned, but the remaining necromorphs eight had turned to fully target you.
Thankfully the new armor features prove enough to handle their slashes, as one of the leapers gets his face blown off once he tries pouncing on you.
That throws you back, with your back to the wall and screwing with your aim, but at least you're uninjured.
This does however give your teams a good opportunity, as the necros are all lining up to take a swing at you they can be easily targetted
A barrage of fire comes from the other side, this time the drones join in with pulse rifle fire as the two squadrons tear apart the necromorph horde.
Limbs, blood and guts fly in front of you, it's such a brutal scene that you can't help but just watch as eight necros get reduced to red smears in a matter of seconds.
"All clear, boss" shouts Gomez, who then blows off the nonexistent smoke that is not coming out of his rifle's barrel.
You go and rejoin the team as they begin making their way out of the tram.
"What're our next orders, sir?" asks one of the Alpha-2 newbies. Kid sounds like he's been in the military.
>We make our way to the construction supplies room ASAP, we need to make that kill room
>Let's begin by opening a secondary path to the upper floors for the necros so they don't come through where the civvies will be [how?]
>Write-in?

>>1014208
>>We make our way to the construction supplies room ASAP, we need to make that kill room

thank fuck i thought someone deid or drons got fucked

Everyone follows as you make way to the construction supplies room.
It's a poorly-lit room filled with shelves, components and machines.
As far you've seen there is only one door here, same as when you first showed up.
Nearby there's the office for the construction administrator, with an elevator that leads way up into a piece of the new sector.
The Necros can probably come in to this level through the air ducts, but if you want to funnel them through the doors then you'll need to spice things up.
Inspecting the room you find six vents located in wildly different locations throughout it.
It could make things harder but it doesn't need to.
>Blockade the vents with the materials lying around (d20)
>Set up movement mines near the door and vents (d20)
>Set the drones to look over the vents (how many out of eight?) (d20)
>Set up the megaspeaker (d20)
>Write-in

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1014242
>>Blockade the vents with the materials lying around (d20)

Alpha-1 and Alpha-2's engineers grab some of the materials lying around and get to work.
You instruct them to reinforce the vents enough that they're not blocked, but merely impossible for a necro to break through.
The end result is similar to sector 02's duct barricades, but it's not enough,
you want to make damn sure that no necros will try to enter through the wrong hole.
So you get onto using the shelves themselves as an extra insurrance.
With twelve people doing it overturning these shelves is an easy task. A boring one, but easy.
Once that's done you turn your attention to the other matters at hand:
>Set the speakers and ready their timer [for how long?]
>Let's go open up a path for the necros, since they can't take elevators, use the IED to do so
>Write-in

>>1014259
>>Let's go open up a path for the necros, since they can't take elevators, use the IED to do so

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You and the group leave to an adjacent room, the workers' dressing room.
"What's with the thumping above us?"
"I'm not sure, chief, maybe a leaky pipe.".
"Well, won't matter soon"
At least, that's what you hoped. To simply make a hole in the ceiling through which the necros could come.
You didnt expect the entire ceiling to just come down on you, destroying most of the room.
But that's what happened. You lift pieces of rubble from you and lean on the wall.
"Everyone okay?" you shout to the outside, as most of the others except you and Julius were waiting in the hallway.
"Phil? What the hell happened?" you look around trying to ascertain just – what – the hell happened.
The explosive shouldn't be strong enough to -
So that's what the thumping sound was! A large hulking necromorph stands before you,
it's unlike anything you've ever seen. And it's angry. The thumping of it's armored limbs warns of its imminent attack.
>Tell everyone to run back to the tram, try to fight this thing (d20)
>Shoot it, tell everyone to try and make an entrance for you to run meanwhile (d20)
>Call for Julius, see if he's alright
>Write-in / Mix

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1014291
>>Tell everyone to run back to the tram, try to fight this thing (d20)
power fisting
got it it in the back

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>>1014327
>nat 20 on punching a brute to death

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Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1014291

>Shoot it Kineses ((Roll 20?))

We need to stasis shot this massive Necro sumbitch to determine if we can even hurt it without using one of our mines.

While our efforts are seemingly wasted with the vents in the very least The shattered ceiling will let us know where they're coming in from and might provide more of a funneling benefit when we get the door grinders going.

Too bad we didn't think to make spike strips.

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>>1014338
>>1014327
yes yes yes

The brute charges at you, and you reciprocate. Servos on your armour giving you extra momentum as you rush to meet the hulking beast.
It's fist comes down on you, but you're faster. In a second you've jumped and used it's shoulder spines to propel yourself upward.
Grabbing onto it's back you begin punching it, the force of your kinetically-enhanced fists tearing apart the fleshy bits of the monster's rear.
With it's greater mass it manages to throw you off from him and runs back, preparing another charge.
A few plasma cutter shots hit it's rear legs, and it stumbles, before recovering and beginning another charge.
At least now you know Julius is alive somewhere back there, even if it's hard to see through all the dust and rubble.
As the necro approaches again you throw it on stasis, this gives you time to think.
Trying to hit the front armor probably won't work, although it seemed to feel the hits from your power-fist when you punched its back.
You decide to...
>Let it smash an exit for you (d20)
>Roll under it's legs and attack it's back again (d20)
>Get that saw open and drop down to shove it from it's underside (d20)
>Try using explosives while it's paralyzed (d20)
>Write-in

>>1014357
Forgot the theme:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a6BbvCC0VI0

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>1014357
>Roll under it's legs and attack it's back again (d20)