>>1153606
>>Go see what's going on.

>>1153606
>Other
Lurk around the base giving headpats whenever a girl lets her guard down.

>>1153606
>>Maybe it's time to get going.

>>1153606
>Just stay in and hang out with Rochelle.

>>1153606
>>Go see what's going on

>>1153606
>>Go see what's going on.

>>1153606
>Go see what's going on

>>1153606
>Go see what's going on.

>>1153606
>Just stay in and hang out with Rochelle.
>Other: Get her to drink the special coffee.

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>>1153606
"Come on, let's see what's going on." You say as you gulp down the last of your coffee and grab your rifle.

"Sure." Rochelle nods as she does the same.

The two of you head out of the door, the Siberian cold slamming into like a wall of ice. Rochelle winces at the drastic temperature change, but you're used enough to it to not be bothered. Outside, you can see a crowd of people, both villagers and fellow hunters, gathering around what looked to be a slain bear, almost the size of the truck that dragged it in. Standing atop the corpse was a massive brute of a man, barrel chested and arms bulging and rippling with muscle, even through his thick coat.

"Behold, yet another beast is slain!" The large hunter bellows amidst the cheers of the crowd.

"Wow, that's a pretty nice catch." Rochelle notes.

Wait a minute, that guy looked kinda of familiar...

And then his gaze starts to settle on you.

>Hide!
>Let him see you.
>Other

>>1153826
>>Hide!

>>1153826
>Let him see you.

>>1153826
>>Hide!

>>1153826
>other
Walk in not being impressed and get more coffee

>>1153826
>Hide!

>>1153826
>Hide!

>>1153826

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>>1153826
Oh crap, now you remembered who this guy was! You immediately try to duck back into the bar to avoid his gaze...

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>1153917

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1153917

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1153917

>>1153917
>mfw I haven't been on in so long I don't remember how to roll

>>1153942
Well looks like we got a tie.

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>>1153917
You manage to duck back into the bar just in time to avoid the man's gaze. Rochelle notices your sudden movement and follows you in.

"Something wrong?" She asks, already putting the pieces together.

"He's a familiar face." You confirm to her. "One I really wished not to see."

"That bad?" Rochelle raises an eyebrow.

"Let's just say Jasley is a huge jerk." You pout. "He's a famous mercenary in Russia, and he lets that reputation get to his head."

"And I assume he's sent more than his fair share of 'fan appreciation' to you?" Rochelle chuckles.

"Lots and lots of pictures of himself. Naked." You groan. "As if showing off his abs and biceps is going to improve my opinion of him."

"So you want to get going, then?" Rochelle pats you on the shoulder. "We can head out the back and slip out of town that way."

"Gladly." You nod.

It was a simple matter for the both of you to slip out of the bar and get to your parked snowmobiles. You start revving up your engine and Rochelle puts on her helmet and turns on her radio.

"So where to first? The hunting grounds or the lodge?"

>Let's get hunting straight away.
>Let's head to lodge first to get situated.
>Other

>>1154038
>>Let's head to lodge first to get situated.

>>1154038
>Let's head to lodge first to get situated.

>>1154038
>>Let's head to lodge first to get situated.

>>1154038
>Let's get hunting straight away.

>>1154038
>Let's head to lodge first to get situated.

>>1154038
>>Let's head to lodge first to get situated.

>>1154038
>>Let's head to lodge first to get situated.
Woo! Finally get to vote for CIMQ!

>>1154038
Lodge

>>1154038
>Let's head to lodge first to get situated.

What happen to the sniper newphew of the producer?

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>>1154038
"Let's head to the lodge first." You suggest.

"Sure thing."

The lodge you had rented out was only a few miles from the village. It was nothing more than a log cabin, but it protected sufficiently from the elements and provided a place to sleep. Not much more to ask for in the Russian wilderness.

Thankfully, the lodges, which were built to accommodate bored tourists and campers, were actually built to somewhat modern standards and came equipped with some small luxuries. Like actual electricity and central heating. The two of you quickly unpack you things, and notice something pink and bright slip out of Rochelle's pack. You unconsciously pick it up to inspect it and realize it's a Valentine's card addressed to her.

>Huh, good for her.
>[Jealousy intensifies]
>Other

>>1154289
>>[Jealousy intensifies]

>>1154289
>[Jealousy intensifies]

>>1154289
>>Huh, good for her.
>>[Jealousy intensifies]

>>1154289
>>"Huh, good for you."
>>[Jealousy intensifies]

>>1154289
>[Jealousy intensifies]

>>1154289
>>[Jealousy intensifies]

>>1154289
>Huh, good for her.
>You're still a little jealous though.
>But only a little.
>Yep.
>[Jealousy intensifies]

>>1154179
inb4 Merc forgot

>>1154375
>or his brother still recovering from Cole's Lightning Strike.

>>1154289
>>Huh, good for her.
>>[Jealousy intensifies]
>>Other
>>Subconsciously takes a long sip from the vodka flask

>>1154375
I hope not

>>1154384
Supporting

>>1154289
>[Jealousy intensifies]

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>>1154289
You can feel a bit of envy welling up in your body as you stare at the card. It's only then that Rochelle notices you holding it.

"Oh, right, it's something Yellow sent me before I left. Always thinking ahead." Rochelle chuckles.

"The fact that you keep calling him by his game handle is reeeeaallly geeky of you." You sigh as you politely hand the card back to her.

"Well, that's supposed to be part of my idol charm, isn't it?" Rochelle winks. 'Besides, I've been calling him that for so long it doesn't feel right referring to him as anything else."

"Must be pretty lucky, having a guy like that." You sigh as you flop down on your bed.

"Oh? Is that jealousy I hear?"

"A bit."

"Didn't you have a fling with one of the Producer's nephews? That scout sniper?" Rochelle asks curiously.

"Ah, well, it didn't really work out." You shrug. "Plus even though we aren't blood related, the fact that we're legally related still puts a bit of a damper on things."

"Damn, I'm sorry to hear that." Rochelle frowns.

"Well, that's all past history now. We're supposed to be out here to forget that sort of stuff, remember?" You sit back up and grab your rifle. "Now how about we go out and shoot some bears?"

"What's with you and bears? Can't we just hunt something normal like deer or ducks?" Rochelle frowns.

"In my family, you are not considered an adult until you slay the king of the forest, which is the bear." You tut. "And after the Second Tunguska incident, they've only grown larger, smarter, and more ferocious! Truly an enticing challenge!"

"I just don't get you Russians sometimes." Rochelle sighs. "All right, let's do this, then."

"Yes!"

With all of your extra gear and luggage safely stowed away in the lodge, both you and Rochelle return to the snowmobiles. You take the lead, showing Rochelle the old back road to your favored hunting spot.

(cont)

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>>1154474

"The snow's getting pretty thick..." Rochelle grunts as she wipes some snow off of her driving goggles.

"Is regular Russian weather. Nothing to worry about." You assure her.

That's when you see a snowmobile soar over the rise in front of you. You barely have enough time to jerk your own snowmobile to the side to avoid it, as the incoming snowmobile nosedives into the deep snow, its rear end sticking out and up at an angle. The driver, quickly dismounts and hurriedly tries to dig his vehicle out of the snow.

"Hey, what the fuck!" Rochelle scowls as she stomps over to the man. "You could've have killed us with that reckless driving!"

"D-do not go down that trail!" The man stammers, continuing to dig his snowmobile out. There is a monster stalking the forest! A monster! It will kill you all if it finds you!"

"Wait-" You try to get more out of him, but the man's snowmobile finally rights itself and he's on it and speeding away.

"Leave! Don't go any further!" His voice bellows over the roar of his engine as he disappears into the snowy mist.

"What the hell was that all about?" Rochelle wonders. "A monster...?"

>Sounds like a challenge.
>Perhaps we should go off road then...
>Other

>>1154481
>Sounds like a challenge.

>>1154481
>>Sounds like a challenge

>>1154481
>Sounds like a challenge

God dammit merc. I guess incest isn't wincest for her.

>>1154493
Oh, the SWQ memories...

>>1154496
I'm pretty sleepy, which one was that again?

>>1154481
>Sounds like a challenge.
>>1154496
Now that planefag is all but given the ghost of questing these days, all we have now is the memories.

>>1154496
I still feel bad it doesn't work out maybe she can find something for her too

>>1154501
There was a random anon in one of the old Strike Witches Quest threads that made the grave mistake of playing chicken with an incest fapfic. It did not end well for him.
Hilarious as hell though.

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>>1154481
>>Sounds like a challenge.

>>1154527
Ah, I still need to finish reading through that quest.

>>1154481
>Sounds like a challenge.

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>>1154481
"Sounds like a challenge." You chuckle as you rev your snowmobile again.

"Are you sure about this?" Rochelle was ever the cautious one.

"Trust me, it's probably just a larger than average bear. We can handle it." You pat your special .50 cal rifle.

"All right..." Rochelle reluctantly follows your lead as you speed down the lonesome snow bound road...

>Roll 1d20

>>1154539
Merc did one of the other quests that ended up spawning from SWQ, if you haven't read it already. Pretty good stuff, though be prepared for one hell of a slog through the archives.

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>1154560
roll'in

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1154560

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>1154560
Here comes teh Russian Blizzard

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>>1154560

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>>1154560

>>1154577
You mean here comes the snow!

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>>1154560
You manage to catch movement right at your peripheral vision. A large, dark shape dashing through the brush at dizzying speed. Your hunter's instincts kick in and you deliberately fall off your snowmobile, rolling through the snow as you pull out your holstered Tokarev pistol.

As you predicted, your assailant had sprung out from the brush, intending to tackle you off your snowmobile and only meeting empty air. Its momentum continued to carry it over the snowmobile and over you, now lying on your back, your pistol drawn and ready. You unload your entire magazine until the dark shape as it sails past, but you can't tell if you actually hurt it as it slams into the snow and immediately bounds off.

"THAT WAS NOT A FUCKING BEAR." Rochelle points out the obvious as she helps you up with one hand while her assault rifle is held securely in the other.

>Perhaps we should leave.
>It's worthy prey!
>Other

>>1154612
>>It's worthy prey!
>>Other
>>Obligatory swig of Vodka. For warmth!

>>1154612
>>Perhaps we should leave.

I'm sorry, but discretion is sometimes the better part of valor.

Not a smart idea to just charge into something that you have no clue what is.

>>1154612
>It's worthy prey!

>>1154612
>Other
I smell a trap. We need more info on this thing.

>>1154612
>>It's worthy prey!

>>1154612
>It's worthy prey!

>>1154612
>It's worthy prey!

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>>1154612
>>It's worthy prey!

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>>1154612
"It is worthy prey!" You assure her as you get back up to your feet. You quickly scramble over to your snowmobile and grab your hunting rifle. If your trusty Tokarev couldn't do the job, then this would. "Come, we shall hunt it before Jasley can get his grubby mitts all over it!"

"Um, okay..." Rochelle says somewhat reluctantly.

"It's headed off into the forest, so we'll have to leave the snowmobiles here." You step off the road and into the snow, which was practically knee high at this point. However, the snow served the dual purpose of marking the creature's tracks, making it easy to follow.

"Let's go." You take the lead.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1154701

>>1154701

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1154701

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1154701
roll'in

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>>1154701
You and Rochelle continue to stalk you way through the forest, tracking the mysterious creature that had tried to attack you. You note that the snowfall was starting to get heavier, the early signs of a winter storm.

That wasn't good. The fresh snowfall was going to cover up the tracks if you didn't move fast enough.

"We have to pick up the pace." You say as you trudge forward faster.

"Morgan, wait, I think we should-"

However, you don't hear the end of Rochelle's sentence, when the ground underneath you suddenly gives away, and you're falling.

"MORGAN!" Rochelle screams in alarm.

Fortunately, one of the first things you learned as a sniper was how to fall properly from high places. You twist your body around in midair to get your bearings, and then loosen up your legs, using them as shock absorbers when you impact the ground blow in a pile of snow and broken glass.

"Morgan!" You hear Rochelle's voice, weak and distant now. "Are you okay?!"

"I am alive." You groan, your legs on fire now. Up above, you could see the hole you fell in from, snow gently settling down through it. There was definitely no way you could climb out of that on your own. "I think I'm trapped down here, though."

"D-don't worry, I'm going to head back to town for help!" Rochelle yelps as she throws her pack full of emergency supplies down the hole. Always the forward thinker. "Just sit tight!"

"As if I have anything else to do." You sigh as you try to consolidate all of your dropped gear.

As you do so, you wonder just what the hell you fell into. A hidden cave? An old mineshaft? It was impossible to see with the darkness, but you get the distinct feeling the chamber you were in was vast and wide.

>You should stay put for now and recuperate.
>You should try scouting out your surroundings.
>Other

>>1154807
>You should try scouting out your surroundings.

>>1154807
>>You should try scouting out your surroundings.


Valentine's day special....Where is the Valentine's day's shenanigans? I feel we might have rerailed Merc a bit/

>>1154807
>>You should try scouting out your surroundings.

>>1154807
>You should try scouting out your surroundings.

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>>1154824
High level technique!

>>1154824
Maybe this is the cave of magical lovemaking or something

>>1154852
so Morgan refinds true love?

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>>1154807
You decide to get a feel for your current surroundings. You reach into your pack and pull out a flashlight...

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>1154865
SKELETONS

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>1154865

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>1154865

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1154865
COME ON

>>1154871
Oops, that's not a d20.

>>1154861
It'd be a hell of a place to get a boyfriend.

>"Mom, how did you and dad meet?"
>"It all began when I fell down a hole in Russia..."

>>1154883
It does sound like Morgan though.

>>1154883
You know? This is also the perfect opportunity to squeeze in the birds and the bees!
>"You see child, it all started in a hole that I happened to get into...

>..and that's how you were born!

>>1154982
Let me rephrase that.

>"It all started when your father found himself deep in my hole while I was out hunting...

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>>1154865
You switch on your flashlight to see a tower of fur and flesh. Your reflexes immediately kick in and your raise your Tokarev, pointing it directly at the creature's face.

However, you hesitate when you see its face, and it seems to hesitate when it sees yours.

Now that you've gotten a closer look at the creature, you realize that it's not a bear at all. It was too... humanoid. Long legs and arms, fingered hands, even a vaguely human face. It was like some... bear and human hybrid.

"Are you... were you human?" You ask.

"Da." The creature nods.

You frown. This was new. A talking bear-man?

"Um, do you have a name?" You ask, slowly lowering your handgun, but still keeping it at the ready.

"Nikolai." The bear-man grunts as he continues to eye you warily, his eyes shining in the darkness.

"Morgan." You return the courtesy.

"Why are you here?" Nikolai growls. You could feel his hot breath, even from a few feet away. "To silence me? To steal the secrets hidden here?"

"Whoa, what? I just came to hunt some bears." You frown. "What's this about secrets?"

"Shit." Nikolai facepalms with his furry palm. "Yet again, I have said too much."

>You mind telling me what the hell is going on here?
>Is there a way out of here?
>Other

>>1154999
>Is there a way out of here?

>>1154999
>>You mind telling me what the hell is going on here?

Morgan becomes a furry lover?

>>1154999
>>You mind telling me what the hell is going on here?

>>1154999
>>Is there a way out of here?

>Girl meets beastly man out in the wilds
>Jackass hunter who's loved by everybody comes into town
Is this Beauty and the Beast?

>>1154999
>You mind telling me what the hell is going on here?

>>1155005
It's just slightly more hair than on the average Russian man.

>>1155018
True but that will make her still a furry because i picture this guy as man bear pig from south park?

>>1155011
With the part of Gaston played by an even bigger douche!

>>1155054
>>1155011

So is Rochelle bearing witness to a rather catchy song number?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuJTqmpBnI0

>>1154999
>>You mind telling me what the hell is going on here?
>>Other
>"You're not gonna show me a wilting flower and singing house fixtures, are you?"

>>1155056
"Why is everyone spontaneously singing and dancing?!?

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>>1155056
>Everybody's singing in Russian
>Rochelle has no idea what's going on

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>>1154999
"You mind telling me what the hell is going on here?" You grunt, still on guard.

Nikolai gives you a long, hard look.

"If you put that damnable gun away, then I shall." He grunts.

You reluctantly holster your handgun.

"Follow me." Nikolai the stomps off into the darkness. You hurry to keep pace with him, but at the same time, starting using your flashlight to scan the environment. You see... gold laced inlays, wooden furniture and paneling, and even what was left of a crystal chandelier.

"Is this... some kind of manor?" You frown.

"A palace, more accurately." Nikolai grunts. "One of the many built for the nobles exiled out here, in Imperial times."

"I never even knew a place like this existed." you blink as you try to take it all in.

"Not many do, especially when there are those who would rather this place be kept quiet." Nikolai stops in front of what looks to be an empty wall. He then pulls off a wood panel, revealing a hidden door leading to a well lit, very modern looking elevator.

"What the-?" You pause.

"You asked for answers, well they are down through here." Nikolai motions with his oversized hands.

You somewhat reluctantly enter the elevator, which was kind of a tight fit because it was never meant to hold a creature as large as whatever Nikolai was. Fortunately, Nikolai seemed to be doing his best to preserve your modesty. Finally, the elevator reaches its destination, and the doors slide open again.

And then you see it.

The unmistakable logo of the Umbrella Corporation. The same megacorp that had been selling genemods, and inadvertently created Cole. It was all starting to make sense now.

"You do not look surprised." Nikolai notes.

>It's a long story...
>Believe it or not, you're not the first Umbrella experiment I've met.
>Other

>>1155080
>Believe it or not, you're not the first Umbrella experiment I've met.

>>1155080
>>Believe it or not, you're not the first Umbrella experiment I've met.

>Of course she was less hairy, and less masculine. She could cuss like a Russian though.

>>1155080
>>Believe it or not, you're not the first Umbrella experiment I've met.

>>1155080
>>Believe it or not, you're not the first Umbrella experiment I've met.

>>1155080
>Believe it or not, you're not the first Umbrella experiment I've met.

>>1155080
>>Other
>"One of my Coworkers was created by these guys. She's a super popular idol with her own fanclub of delinquents."

All this said with a straight face and a sip from the Vodka flask.

>>1155080
>>Believe it or not, you're not the first Umbrella experiment I've met.

>>1155080
>Believe it or not, you're not the first Umbrella experiment I've met.

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>>1155080
"Believe it or not, you're not the first Umbrella experiment I've met." You explain.

"Really?" Nikolai looks to you, genuinely interested now.

"Yeah, except she's less hairy and less masculine. Certainly cusses like a Russian, though."

"Ha!" Nikolai's laugh is a mixture of a chortle and a roar. "A nice story!"

"She's also one of my coworkers and is a super popular idol with her own fanclub of delinquents." You continue.

"Truly, you must be pulling my leg!" Nikolai shakes his head.

"I'm being very serious." You assure him.

"Then maybe you can be of help to me." Nikolai says with a bit of hope in his voice. "Am trying to find a cure for this... condition."

Nikolai continues to lead you through the depths of the lab. You can see abandoned offices and lab spaces, and up ahead, you see a totally promising room, sealed off by a blast door with the word "CONTAINMENT" painted on. Nikolai just casually walks through it like a living room door.

And you're immediately taken aback when you see rows of containment cells, each one containing similar bear/human hybrids in various states of transformation. However, all of them had cold, empty eyes, completely unlike Nikolai. In fact, they all seemed to be absolutely feral.

"I was not the only test subject for Umbrella." Nikolai grumbles. "My comrades here... did not react to the procedure well, and so they were locked up here. Where I care for them now."

"Ah, master, it is good to see you!" A robot that looked to have been cobbled together out of various pieces of junk hobbles over. "Ah, and you brought company! A beautiful young girl, too! Have you finally taken up my advice about dating?"

"Now is not the time, Gremy." Nikolai growls. You could swear that if his face wasn't covered in fur, he'd be blushing. "Morgan, this is Gremy. A sort of... caretaker."

"Pleased to make your acquaintance." Gremy bows, or at least does his best given his limited range of movement. "The master built me to help care for the facility and its inhabitants while he is out. Would you like some refreshments?"

"Um, no, I'm good." You shake your head.

"Gremy, go monitor the perimeter sensors." Nikolia sighs.

"At once, sir." The robot tries to bow again before giving up and waddling off.

Nikolai then leads you to a workstation, where you see a still functioning computer system, the screen flickering weakly with life.

"I believe the key to the cure lies within this computer... but it is encrypted." Nikolai shakes his head. "You have come at a bad time, Morgan."

"And why's that?"

"The only way I can unlock this computer is to get a code from an Umbrella employee, and the the only way to do that..."

"...you're trying to bait them here!" Your eyes widen in shock.

"Yes." Nikolai's hands ball into fists. "If there is any hope for me or my comrades, it must be done. I shall show you the exit, but you must make haste."

>I'm going to stay and help.
>Come with me, I know a certain doctor...
>Other

>>1155172
>>Come with me, I know a certain doctor...

>>1155172
>>Come with me, I know a certain doctor...

"You know that co-worker I was talking about? Yeah, even longer story about that..."

>>1155172
>Come with me, I know a certain doctor

>>1155172
>Come with me, I know a certain doctor...

Hopefully the computer hasn't connected to Umbrella's network and updated the security database since Vahlen's defection.

>>1155172
>>Come with me, I know a certain doctor...

>>1155172
>>Come with me, I know a certain doctor...
>"But promise me you won't try to kill her if you recognize her."

>>1155172
>>>Come with me, I know a certain doctor...

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>>1155172
"Come with me, I know a certain doctor." You tug at Nikolai's hand. "She can help you, I know she can."

"I do not think you are lying, but...." Nikolai looks back at the containment cells. "I cannot just leave my comrades behind.

"We'll just seal the entrance behind us and lead them away. They're coming after only you, right?" You point out. "And once we get you cured, we can always come back..."

"There is more truth to your words..." Nikolai pauses, and then kneels before you. "All right, then I shall put my trust in you."

"Well, first things first, we need to get back to my lodge. We can arrange transport from there." You say. "You don't happen to have any vehicles around here?"

"Ha! I am faster than any vehicle!" Nikolai laughs. "I could easily carry you on my back!"

W-what...? Your heart suddenly starts beating at the suggestion...

>I-I guess I wouldn't mind riding on you...
>I just need to get back to my snowmobile...
>Other

>>1155237
>I-I guess I wouldn't mind riding on you...
That's a pretty lewd thought Morgan.

>>1155237
>>I-I guess I wouldn't mind riding on you...

>>1155237
>>I-I guess I wouldn't mind riding you...
>Realize where you messed up
>>Riding ON you! ON!

>>1155237
>>I-I guess I wouldn't mind riding on you...

>>1155237
>I-I guess I wouldn't mind riding on you...

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>>1155237
"I.... I wouldn't mind riding on you." You mumble.

"O-oh." Nikolai pauses, as if he didn't believe you'd actually take him up on the offer. "T-then let us go, then."

"Leaving already, Master?" Gremy waddles up, his eyes flickering. "Will you be returning?"

"Not or a while." Nikolai sighs, his hair unconsciously ruffling. "Please lock down the laboratory and don't open it for anyone."

"Of course, Master. May you have good fortune on your trip."

It only takes one more elevator ride to find yourself back on the surface. You had all your gear back and ready. Nikolai meanwhile was crouched in the snow, wearing a tattered camo cloak to further hide his appearance. You nervously and carefully straddle his back. Thankfully, you had rope that you managed to arrange into a makeshift harness to keep you from falling off, and allowing you free use of your hands.

"Are you secure?" He asks. You could feel his musculature flexing and rippling underneath you. It was an oddly nice sensation.

"Y-yes." You nod, shaking some freshly fallen snow off your hood.

"Then hold on!" Nikolai's muscles scrunch as he builds up power and with one massive leap, he's away, bounding through the forest at blinding speed.

However, a familiar sound fills your ears, and you look up to see a trio of VTOLs heading for the buried palace. No doubt the Umbrella response team. It doesn't seem like they've noticed your presence, though...

>Keep moving quietly.
>You need to draw the away from the palace.
>Other

>>1155270
>>You need to draw the away from the palace.

>>1155270
>You need to draw the away from the palace.

>>1155270
>You need to draw the away from the palace.

>>1155270
>>You need to draw the away from the palace.

>>1155270
>Keep moving quietly.

>>1155270
>>You need to draw the away from the palace.

>>1155270
>You need to draw them away from the palace.

>palace
Looks like >>1155011 called it.

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>>1155270
You draw your rifle and take aim at one of the VTOLs. If you didn't draw their attention, then the Umbrella guys would just keep heading for the lab, and maybe even burn it down just to keep everything quiet, and a part of you just couldn't bear to see Nikolai having to deal with that.

While the .50 cal was not the biggest punch you had ever used, and was not necessarily idea for this sort of situation, it was still more than powerful enough to disable a VTOL if you just knew where to hit...

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>1155292
Here comes the snow!

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>1155292

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1155292

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>>1155292
You fire, your heavy hunting rifle bucking hard in your hands and pushing against your shoulder. Considering you were firing at a fast moving target from a riding position, you figure it wasn't all that bad.

Your heavy .50 cal shell punches clean through the engine of one of the VTOLs, causing it to spin out. The remaining two immediately swivel around to face the direction of the shot.

"What's happening?" Nikolai asks, grunting from both running and having to carry you.

>Just keep running!
>Get ready to fight!
>Other

>>1155311
>Just keep running!

>>1155311
>>Just keep running!

>>1155311
>Just keep running!

>>1155311
>Just keep running!

Bailout

>>1155311
>>Just keep running!

>>1155311
>Just keep running!

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>>1155311
"Run, Nikolai! Run like the wind!" You hold tight to Nikolai as he picks up the pace. Even on his back, you can feel his heart beating and pumping furiously as he puts all his effort into pushing through the the thick snow. The VTOLs attempt to chase, but Nikolai smartly uses the thick tree cover to impede their pursuit.

"The lodge is just a little up ahead!" You assure Nikolai, when he skids to a stop.

"I smell people up ahead. Many people." Nikolai growls. "Perhaps they my have beat us there."

"What?" You straighten up to get a better look. Sure enough, you could see numerous black SUVs bearing the Umbrella logo parked outside your lodge. There, it seems that Rochelle is standing defiantly at the front the door, arms crossed as she faces down easily over a dozen heavily armed Umbrella troops.

And among them you see Jasley himself. That fucker.

"Come on, we know you didn't come here along." Jasley smiles smugly as he casually plays with a combat knife, admiring his own reflection in it every few seconds. "Just tell us where Morgan is and we'll move on."

"I don't have to tell you anything.' Rochelle glowers.

"Now now, I know your company has had its differences with Umbrella, but I won't hold it against you. You're just following your Producer's orders, right?" Jasley laughs. Perhaps we can turn a blind eye if you cooperate, eh?"

"Two words. Go. Away." Rochelle's eyes narrow.

>You need to help her.
>You can trust Rochelle to handle herself.
>Other

>>1155343
>You need to help her.

>>1155343
>>You need to help her.

>>1155343
>You need to help her.
Idols stick together.

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>>1155343
>>You need to help her.

>>1155343
>You need to help her.

>>1155343
>You need to help her.

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>>1155343
"That's my friend. We need to help her." You whisper to Nikolai.

"Then leave it to me!" Nikolai manages to reach aound to grab you by the collar and gently lifts you off his back. "I will create a distraction, and you and friend try to grab one of the vehicles."

"What about you?" You ask, concerned.

"Do not worry. I will be right behind you!" Nikolai says with a smile, or at least with the best one he can manage with his bear face.

"All right." You nod.

"GOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Nikolai roars as he bounds out of the forest, bowling over and blindsiding Umbrella soldiers and sending them flying into the air. Jasley and the remaining soldiers turn to see what's going on, only to see Nikolai lifting up one of the SUVs and tossing it at them like a baseball, sending them all scattering.

And you couldn't help but note how impossibly... cool? Dashing? Well, there was something appealing about watching Nikolai do this thing. However, you remember that you still had a job to do. Rochelle is already pulling out her assault rifle when you dash in and push the barrel down to keep her from firing on Nikolai.

"He's a friend! Just come with me!" You grab Rochelle's hand and drag her towards the nearest intact SUV. Nikolai roars again as he bats Jasley aside, sending him hurtling into a tree. You jump into the driver's seat and get the engine started, when you feel the entire vehicle shake and shudder.

Nikolai's head then appears upside down from the top of the windshield.

"Go!" You bellows, his breath briefly fogging up the glass.

You don't have to be told twice to punch it. The SUV lurches forward, and even though its speed was reduced from having to carry Nikolai's sheer weight, he had been pretty damn thorough, completely wrecking the entire convoy of SUVs to prevent Umbrella from giving any chase.

"So, uh, I guess you've found an new friend." Rochelle frowns as she looks up nervously at the mass of muscle and fur riding on the top of the SUV.

"Oh, just another Umbrella test subject that we're obligated to help." You shrug.

"Again?" Rochelle groans "Cole was bad enough."

"I would very much like to meet this Cole you speak so much of." Nikolai chuckles. "She sounds like a marvelous girl!"

"Not THAT marvelous." You grumble, suddenly getting defensive.

Rochelle gives you a teasing look.

>It's not like that!
>Oh, like you're one to talk.
>Other

>>1155381
>It's not like that!
Yet.

>>1155381
>>Oh, like you're one to talk.

>>1155381
>>Oh, like you're one to talk.

>>1155381
>Oh, like you're one to talk.

>>1155381
>Oh, like you're one to talk.

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>>1155381
"Oh, like you're one to talk." You roll your eyes.

"Well, it's nice to see you making new friends on Valentine's Day weekend of all times." Rochelle giggles and puts a hand on your shoulder. "You know, we shave him down and get him some proper clothes, he'll be just your type of man!"

"Quit joking around." You groan as you try to keep the SUV on the road despite the neckbreak speed you were driving at.

"What are you two talking about?" Nikolai pokes his massive head through the window.

"NOTHING!" You yelp as Rochelle laughs.

Oh jeez, how were you going to explain this to the Producer?

And how was he going to react...?

>And that's it for tonight! Hope you had fun on this little Valentines Day special, and we'll back to our regularly scheduled TITANFALL next week! And don't forget KanColle on Friday!

>>1155402
Thanks for running Merc!

>>1155381
Oh, like you're one to talk.

Wonder how far she is in filming ship girls

>>1155402
Now I'm curious what'll happen next.

>>1155427
Hopefully better than the last show involving idols and a man-bear boyfriend (KumaMiko)

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In IDOL news, it looks like we're getting a SIDE M anime.

>>1155402
So if we cure him will he still look part bear or have bear strength ?

Neat, I thought this quest died

>>1155402
No one's fit Jasley
Hunts some shit like Jasley
No one sends an idol nude pics like Jasley

>>1159176
>No one's fit Jasley
Should be: "No one's fit like Jasley" Fuck me sideways.