>>980281
>>"I'm going to head downstairs and talk with Cynthia."

>>980281
> in going to talk to Cynthia
Tell her we were trying to keep things need to know out of habit. Bad habit. This isn't the military, it is more like a joint venture and responsibility for success or failure doesn't rest solely on us. We are sorry and will inform and seek the opinions of the crew regarding decisions that effect then all in the future.
Now kiss and make up.

Oh, except for Corrigan. She is still on need to know due to being a spy.

>>980281
>"I'm going to head downstairs and talk with Cynthia."
>I think I will take a short nap then," she yawns.
I thought she suppose to be a robut

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>>980418
>robut
What?

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>>980461

"I'm going to head downstairs and talk with Cynthia," you reply with a nod. Standing up, you stretch a little and exit the bridge.

You figure that it's pretty reasonable for her to be mad. After all, you had neglected to tell her some pretty important things. But that was more due to those topics not coming up in conversation rather than intentionally keeping her in the dark.

You think about how much had happened to you over the past week or so. You had met quite a few interesting, yet dangerous people. And even now you are on your way to what sounds like a complete warzone. As you enter the wardroom, expecting to find Cynthia, you encounter the last person that you would expect to see. Sitting at the table is your rather strange passenger bound for New Albany. He is reading a small, unmarked book that looks more like an instruction manual.

"Good afternoon, Captain," he says without looking up. His unfamiliar accent is somewhat unnerving to you. The passenger looks up at you, sitting his book down gently. "I assume we are on our way to New Albany now?"

You nod slowly. "We are."

He smiles at you, picking his book up again. "That is very good. I need to be there as soon as possible."

You shrug. "It shouldn't take more than two days for us to get there." You think of asking your passenger if he's seen Cynthia, but you immediately realize that she's probably still in Engineering. "If you'll excuse me, I need to meet with my engineer." You turn around and head down the other flight of stairs.

As you enter the engineering room, you find Cynthia organizing her tools. She notices you almost immediately, but doesn't stop what she's doing. "Cynthia," you speak up as you step a little bit closer to her.

She looks at you momentarily, then returns to organizing her tools. "Allen," she acknowledges you. Well, that's a start. However, you know that you'll have to tread carefully. A simple apology likely isn't going to cut it, it never has with her. Still, the fact that she hasn't chased you out of the engineering room means that she's at least willing to let you talk. You cross your arms, leaning against the workbench as you think of what to say.

>Write-in.

>>980632
We'll first of all we're sorry. The whole crew wasn't supposed to know about this, and it just happened she was the last one to find out. We initially did this so the crew wouldn't be liable if we got found out or in trouble, but everyone found out anyway, so that really didn't work out. Next time we find something substantial, we'll disclose it with the crew.

>>980632
>>980713
How about:
>"You're mad at me for keeping secrets, aren't you? About the Wales and Sam? Look, I did it so that only a few of us would be held liable if we got caught. Didn't expect for it to go a bit strange like with Albatross. Next time this happens, I'll disclose it to the crew, no more secrecy between us with something big like that."
Honestly, I think Cynthia's problem is with us and Tom going out to do something unknown and coming back with weird shit and having done something strange, like the whole mafia business.

>>980755
Yea sounds good to me.

Yea I agree she's probably more mad about us doing dangerous things but our middle name is danger

I forgot; have we talked to her about the gold we found yet? Because we should probably do that if we're going full disclosure.

>>980632
can't figure out much but I think doing >>980755 and >>980834 is a given.

Hey everyone. I've got some errands to run, so I'll be out for a couple hours. In the meantime, feel free to keep those votes coming.

>>980834
We should do that after New Albany and we drop off our passenger. Dude's a weirdo, and weirdos are universally dangerous. And because it's Chigurh.

>>980834
Actually looking through the archive, we did, so nvm.

>>980632
Um, this >>980343 again

You sigh, knowing what you need to say. "I never meant to keep that from you like I did," you begin. "And I can understand you being mad about being kept in the dark like that." You frown, looking away. "Well, that's not the whole story. Originally I planned to keep it from just about everyone so that me and Tom would be the only ones getting in trouble for it."

Cynthia puts a hand up tiredly, frowning at you. "I don't care about the risks involved," she begins. "I just don't want to be kept in the dark."

"Even if the truth makes you worry?" You don't say it with any emotion, almost as though you've asked a completely normal question.

Cynthia stutters for a moment, looking up at the ceiling and collecting herself. "I'll worry regardless," she shrugs. "It's gotten to the point where I assume you're getting into trouble every time you leave the ship." You see her brow quirk angrily at the mention of your trouble-laden, planetside adventures.

You decide to steer the conversation back toward your apology before she gets mad again. "Next time, I'll tell everyone when something important happens. I shouldn't be keeping any of the crew in the dark. I'm sorry."

She looks back at you, and you can tell she's about to say something, but she changes her mind. "Look," she finally begins after almost a minute. "I'm glad you came down here to talk to me. Apology accepted," she sticks out a hand, which you shake. You can tell she's still mad, but you figure she's much less angry than she was before you came down here. "Anyway," she speaks up again after a few seconds. "I do think you did the right thing, rescuing that Samantha girl."

>"So is there anything you need help with around here?"
>"You still seem like something's on your mind. Do you want to talk about it?"
>"Have you looked at the electronics we pulled off of the Wales? I'd like to make use of it if we can."
>"I think I'll head back upstairs for a while." (ends conversation)
>Write-in.

>>981816
>"You still seem like something's on your mind. Do you want to talk about it?"

>>981816
>>"You still seem like something's on your mind. Do you want to talk about it?"

>>981816
>"You still seem like something's on your mind. Do you want to talk about it?"

>>981816
>"You still seem like something's on your mind. Do you want to talk about it?"

>>981816
>"You still seem like something's on your mind. Do you want to talk about it?"

>>981816
>>"Have you looked at the electronics we pulled off of the Wales? I'd like to make use of it if we can."

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"You still seem like there's something on your mind," you say. Cynthia raises an eyebrow at you. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Her demeanor changes just enough to notice. "It's nothing, really..." She looks away.

"You sure?"

Cynthia sighs, looking back to you again. "I suppose I should talk about it now." She crosses her arms and steps away from the workbench. "It has to do with your... Adventures that happen whenever you seem to leave the ship. You already know how I worry about you."

"You really don't have to," you reply. "I'm a lot more careful than you think."

She frowns at you, sighing. "You've never been the type to look before you leap, Allen. And it's exhausting when I have to watch you walk out that door and wonder if you'll come home hurt or..." She trails off, rubbing her forehead. "I mean, I'll worry regardless, because that's all I can do, but you could at least try to take better care of yourself when you're not aboard."

"If I could take care of myself during the most destructive war in 300 years, I think I'll do alright with the kind of places we frequent nowadays." You raise an eyebrow smugly.

Cynthia however, doesn't seem too impressed by your attempt at humor. "You almost died several times during that War... Tom's told me some stories." Uh oh, you hope Tom hasn't told her about the Wellesley Corridor Incident.

"I'm as safe as I can be," you explain. "Sometimes, things just... Happen." You shake your head, thinking back to the incident on the rooftop of the Olympia Club on Mars. That guy had his pistol on you faster than you could react. "Sometimes bad things just happen. This isn't the safest line of work."

Cynthia takes a step toward you. "I know..." She sounds powerless. "And even though I know that, I can't just tell myself not to worry about you. We practically grew up together, Allen." You see your Chief Engineer with an expression you've never seen before. She looks like she has absolutely no idea what to do. "After the War, everyone we grew up with either shipped out for the service or moved away... And after your dad..." She trails off, bringing a hand to her eyes. "You're all I've got left."

>Hug her.
>"I'm not all you've got left. You've got everyone here aboard the Bad Habit too. We're a family."
>"You shouldn't get so attached to people. It never ends well."
>"What about your job fixing land-hulks back on Earth? There had to be something there worth holding on to."
>"I'll try not to worry you so much."
>"Uh... So about those electronics..."
>Write-in.

>>982060
>Hug her.
>"I have a sneaking suspicion as you get to know the rest of the crew better that won't be the case."
>"I'll try not to worry you so much. Keep you in the loop and such."
>"Now's a good time for a distraction... So about those electronics..."

>>982060
>>"You shouldn't get so attached to people. It never ends well."
we have better waifu candidates

>>982060
>>Hug her.
I'll try not to worry you so much."
>"Uh... So about those electronics..."

>>982085
From my understanding of what Zap has reveled the feeling isn't so much romantic as it is familial. Could be wrong though. Still a nihilistic thing to say. If you want to keep distance just argue against the hug. Anyway, grain of salt and all that.

>>982060
>>Hug her.
>"I'll try not to worry you so much. Keep you in the loop and such."
>"Now's a good time for a distraction... So about those electronics..."

>>980461
>interrogation marks
>not interrogative punctuation

>>982060
>"I'll try not to worry you so much."

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I'm feeling pretty tired, so I think I'm gonna call the session here. I'll run tomorrow afternoon at the usual time of around 4ish.

Mood music:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BWzxOIaYFRE

>>982060
>Hug her.
>"I'm not all you've got left. You've got everyone here aboard the Bad Habit too. We're a family."

>>982085
Like that feisty pirate captain.

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>>982281

I've avoided reading the spoilers, but you guys are terrible at keeping things secret. Now I somehow know Corrigan a spy or something.

>>982573
That's just paranoia speaking

>>982573
Oh, that? I wouldn't worry about it. I've never hinted at anything of the sort, spoilers or no spoilers.

>>982060
>"I'll try not to worry you so much."
>"I'm not all you've got left. You've got everyone here aboard the Bad Habit too. We're a family."
>"Uh... So about those electronics..."
Oh shit
Deflect!
Evade!
she's using girl tears!

You step toward your chief engineer, putting your arms around her. She seems to flinch at first, more out of reflex than anything. You sigh as she rests her head on your shoulder. "I'll try not to worry you so much," you say. Cynthia mumbles something into your shoulder. "But I'm not all you have left," you add. "You've got everyone on this ship too. We're in this together, all of us."

She looks up at you, smiling weakly. "Thanks, Allen." She steps back, wiping her eyes before continuing. "It's nice to be able to just talk about this kind of stuff. I've always felt like the odd one out, even back when I was growing up, but I guess it's silly to keep thinking that way now."

You smile, happy to see your mechanic in better spirits than before. However, just as you're about to say something else, the boxes of electronics from the Wales catch your eye. "So what's the deal with those electronics?" You figure that you should change the subject anyway, since Cynthia seems most comfortable talking about work.

She raises her eyebrows, looking back at the boxes. "It's pretty standard stuff, I suppose." She walks over to the boxes and pulls out some components. "I should be able to upgrade our sensor suites, as well as our primary astrogation computer. It'd mostly be stuff that makes them more user-friendly, but that should mean quicker target acquisition and course plotting."

"I wasn't aware that we had a dedicated astrogation computer," you say. "I just figured we had a general-purpose navigation system."

She picks up a clipboard and writes a few things down. "Well that's what I thought at first too. But I did some checking with Solfrid, and we found out that the main computer is actually a three-part system. There's the navigation computer, which controls planetary navigation. Then there's the astrogation computer, which controls movement in space as well as FTL jumps. And the general-purpose computer, which controls everything else aboard. It's all so streamlined that it looks like one system to an untrained eye." She sits the clipboard down. "We'll have to be on the ground and completely stopped to do the upgrades, but it shouldn't take more than half an hour."

>"We'll do the upgrades when we land on New Albany then."
>"Let's hold off on those upgrades until we get back to the Solar System. I don't want to spend more time on New Albany than I have to."
>"I didn't think they had central computers that advanced seventy years ago. Do we know if the computer is original to the ship?"
>Write-in.

>>983659
>>"Let's hold off on those upgrades until we get back to the Solar System. I don't want to spend more time on New Albany than I have to."

>>983659
>>"Let's hold off on those upgrades until we get back to the Solar System. I don't want to spend more time on New Albany than I have to."
Quickly in and out! WOosh!

>>983659
>"Let's hold off on those upgrades until we get back to the Solar System. I don't want to spend more time on New Albany than I have to."
>"I didn't think they had central computers that advanced seventy years ago. Do we know if the computer is original to the ship?"

>>983659
>>"Let's hold off on those upgrades until we get back to the Solar System. I don't want to spend more time on New Albany than I have to."

>>983659
> well do the upgrades on new Albany
Guys, your picking the second level trap option. It is going to take half an hour to offload our cargo and we are going to need upgraded flight systems to escape the blockade that gotta up behind us once they realize we are working with the warmongering big guy.

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>>983706
>big guy

>>983659
>"Let's hold off on those upgrades until we get back to the Solar System. I don't want to spend more time on New Albany than I have to."

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"Let's hold off on those upgrades until we get back to the Solar system. I'd like to minimize the amount of time we spend on New Albany."

Cynthia nods. "Sounds good to me. Also, if we get the money and time, we should swing by Mars and stop in at Allie's shop again. She's got the tools and facilities to make some serious upgrades to the ship."

You raise an eyebrow. "What kind of upgrades?"

"Depending on how qualified she is, potentially anything." Cynthia crosses her arms. "I saw a ship-hoist in the rear lot that could be used to keep the ship stable during a total engine swap, and I'm sure she could reconfigure a room or two aboard the ship. Theoretically she could even overhaul the entire design of the ship, but that would be almost as expensive as getting a new one."

"Interesting," you reply. You are about to say more, but the wall intercom buzzes to life.

"Captain, you down there?" Tom's voice crackles through the old speaker.

"Yeah," you walk up to the intercom. "What's going on?"

"Something of a pleasant surprise. I misjudged our speed. We're almost ready to begin our FTL jump, it'll take maybe fifteen more minutes to reach the optimal position."

>"I'll be right up."
>"Let me get Sam first. I want a trained navigator to look over our jump plot."
>"Hold off on that FTL jump for a bit. I have something else I need to do." (specify)
>Write-in.

>>983809
>>"Let me get Sam first. I want a trained navigator to look over our jump plot."

>>983809
>>"Let me get Sam first. I want a trained navigator to look over our jump plot."

>>983809
>>"Let me get Sam first. I want a trained navigator to look over our jump plot."

>>983809
> Let me get Sam first
So we can jump right on top of Blackheart

>I misjudged our speed
Tom, stop whacking off to your gun catalogues when you are supposed to be flying the ship

>>983838
seconding

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"I'm going to get Sam first," you say. "I want a trained navigator looking over our jump plot."

"Right. I'll be waiting up here," he kills the transmission. You bid a farewell to Cynthia and head upstairs, noting that your passenger has cleared out. You walk forward to the staterooms, finding the last door and knocking loudly on it.

"Sam, you awake?" You speak loud enough to be heard through the cheap plywood of the door.

The door opens and you see Samantha Brooks rubbing her eyes tiredly. "Oh, hello captain." She snaps to attention upon seeing who is standing in front of her.

"At ease," you reply. "This isn't a military vessel. Anyway, we're about to do an FTL jump and I wanted a trained navigator on the bridge."

"Right!" She salutes you, and you salute back out of habit more than anything. "But..." She gestures to the pajamas and bathrobe she's wearing. "Is it alright for me to wear this on the bridge? I don't have anything else."

"Doesn't matter to me," you shrug. "Anyway, let's get upstairs." The two of you head aft, ascending the flight of stairs to the bridge. When you arrive, you see that Tom has moved over to the weapon-control seat so that Sam could sit in the pilot's chair.

She sits down in the seat and Tom instructs her on the various controls. She pulls up the star chart and you show her where New Albany is. "Alright," she begins. "I think we'll be able to shave a little bit of time off our route, maybe six or so hours."

"Sounds good to me," you nod. "Oh, one other thing. We'll need to make a pit-stop in the Fields of Minerva."

"Okay," she nods. "I'll plug that in to the computer... But why are we stopping there?"

She points to the area on the star chart and you sigh, rubbing your eyes. The Fields of Minerva are within a small nebula, and of course the nebula looks like a skull. Dammit Blackheart.

>"We're collecting some nebula gas."
>"Just meeting an old friend."
>"We're meeting up with a pirate lord to fence some illegal cargo."
>Write-in.

>>984029
>>"Just meeting an old friend."

>>984029
>>"Just meeting an old friend."
So much for disclosing info to everybody

>>984029
>>"Just meeting an old friend."

>>984029
> making a delivery, duh

>>984029
>>"Just meeting an old friend."

>>984029
>"We're meeting up with a pirate lord to fence some illegal cargo."
>"Yes, that's true. Not a joke. I swear on me mum."

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"Just meeting an old friend," you reply. Technically it's not a lie. Besides, Sam isn't one of the crew, so you figure that she doesn't need no know.

"Right," Sam nods. Tom buckles in at the weapon console and you head back to your chair and buckle in as well.

"Attention all crew," you say over the intercom. "We're about to make two FTL jumps. Hold tight."

Sam minimizes the star chart and looks back at you. "Route is plotted, sir. Awaiting your command."

"How long will the first jump take?"

"About twenty hours, sir," she replies professionally.

Tom looks over at her, then to you. "You know, sir," he begins. "If we installed an astrogation console up here, we could hire her as our navigator."

"We'll see," you shrug. You're honestly not sure if shaving a couple hours off of each route would really be worth it, but Tom may have a point.

"Well sir," Tom adds. "The ship is ready for your command.

"Do it," you nod. Sam salutes you and activates the FTL drive. The engine noise dies down as the light outside warps around you. The ship shudders a little as it reaches speed.

"Adjusting magnetic field..." Sam begins speaking. "Warp coefficient is within acceptable ranges. Field is stable." She swivels her chair around to face you. "We're in a solid FTL route, no problems to speak of."

Tom also swivels around, speaking to Sam first. "Good work, kid. You got us to FTL smoother than I could." He then looks at you. "So now we wait," he says. "I'll stay up here for a bit and keep an eye on things. I'd suggest you two get some shut-eye, there won't be much else to do while we're in FTL." Sam nods at Tom, leaving the bridge with a yawn.

>Head to your quarters and get some sleep.
>Visit a crew member. (who?)
>Explore a part of the ship.
>Head down to the wardroom and get some coffee.
>Write-in.

>>984276
>>Head down to the wardroom and get some coffee.

>>984276
>>Head to your quarters and get some sleep.

>>984276
>Head down to the wardroom and get some coffee.

>>984276
> tell Tripe to catch some space rats, if he refuses to listen just shove him in some vents.

>>984276
>Head down to the wardroom and get some coffee.

"I'm going to head downstairs and get some coffee first," you say. Tom waves as you leave the bridge.

"Fair enough, captain." He salutes you casually as you leave.

You prepare the coffee machine and set it to brew four cups, just in case you want more after your first. As it begins brewing, you go ahead and turn the TV on. The first thing that comes on is a news broadcast from an independent colony. The story is over various rumors within the Federal military. It's mostly the same old stuff you've been hearing since the end of the war, but something does catch your attention near the end of the broadcast. They mention reports of a Federal carrier going missing in the border regions. As far as you know, that should be impossible, given that carriers always travel with a fleet. You figure that there's no truth to the rumor, and you shrug as you turn the TV off.

The coffee machine makes a little noise as it finishes brewing, and you head over to it to get a cup. But as you remove the pot from the machine, you hear the voice of one of your crew behind you.

"Hey, captain."

>Which crew member is it?

>>984492
Tripe

>>984492
But seriously, does Sam count? I still wanna know if there is anyone back home that she wants to let know that she lives.

>>984492
Corrigan

>>984492
>corrigan

>>984526
>does Sam count?
Sure.

>>984492
Virgo

>>984530
>>984532
Let her sleep!

>>984492
>Virgo

Going to eat some dinner and take a little break. Be back in a couple hours.

>>984492
>Virgo

>>984492
Corrigan

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>>984492
>Virgo
I'll break the tie. Just got done going through the archives. I'm liking it so far.

I'm sad there's like a 99% chance best girl Linda is dead. No other girl is gonna help Allen deal with his problems because none of them understand what he's going through.
Well Tom does and Virgo almost certainly does but nobody's tried any husbandoing yet as far as I saw.

>>985318
Nigga, you don't need a romantic relationship with them to help them with any psychological issues they might have.

>>985430
That doesn't make her not best girl though.
Yeah, I know you were talking about Tom and Virgo. The husbandoing was a joke.

Hey everyone. Just wanted to let you know that I still haven't gotten home yet. It'll probably be close to another our until I can write.

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"Oh, hey Virgo." You nod as your Thulian friend enters the room. "Want some coffee?"

"No thanks," he chuckles. "I'm afraid coffee doesn't really agree with me."

"Suit yourself," you reply as you dump some sugar into your cup. Virgo leans against the wall, crossing his arms.

"That girl was sealed aboard the Wales for two years..." Virgo sighs. "I can't even imagine what it would be like to go to sleep and awaken to a totally different world." He looks at you, raising an eyebrow. "You know, her situation reminds me a little bit of a certain captain I know."

"I didn't sleep for two years," you reply with a frown.

"But you did awaken to find that the world had changed," he points at you. "I've said it before and I'll say it again. You need to think more abstractly sometimes." He laughs a little, rubbing the scars on the side of his face. "Still, what I'm getting at is that you're both in a similar predicament. You're living with one foot in the past and another in the present. It's not a good way to live, trust me."

"I'm not trapped in the past," you retort.

Virgo merely shakes his head, sighing. "Captain, you may be able to convince the others, but I'm nearly impossible to fool. I know what it's like, and I know there are times when you wish you could take everything back. But you aren't living two years ago, you're living now."

You look away, frowning. "I already came to terms with what happened. There's no use in dwelling on something I can't change."

Virgo stares right through your soul. "Have you been to the memorial since it happened?"

Dammit. You'd hoped that he wouldn't bring that up. "Does it matter?"

Virgo looks away, shaking his head again. "So you haven't. It's been four years, Allen. Do you still keep the Abraxis Ribbon hidden away too?"

You sigh. "It's not a ribbon worth displaying. I didn't do anything to earn it."

Virgo shrugs. "I don't disagree with you," he says. "But I can tell just by the look in your eyes that you haven't come to terms with what happened. If you keep your eyes focused on the past, you'll lose sight of the present, sir." He takes a step into the wardroom. "But anyway, I know you don't want a lecture on that kind of stuff, so I'll cut it out for now. I was meaning to come here to ask if we could swing by Thalos. I received a disturbing message from one of my relatives..." You frown at the request. Thalos is the Thulian home planet, where the Magus Council originates from. It is also at least a week's FTL jump from Earth.

>"Thalos is too far out of our way. Sorry."
>"What sort of disturbing message?"
>"I wasn't aware that you kept in touch with your relatives."
>"How soon do you need to be there?"
>"Sure."
>Write-in.

>>985826
>>"What sort of disturbing message?"
>"I wasn't aware that you kept in touch with your relatives."
Provided we have no issues, sure.

>>985826
>"What sort of disturbing message?"
>"I wasn't aware that you kept in touch with your relatives."

>>985826
>"I wasn't aware that you kept in touch with your relatives."
>"What sort of disturbing message?"

>>985826
>"What sort of disturbing message?"
>"I wasn't aware that you kept in touch with your relatives."
Is there a time limit on the cargo contracts? If there is those'll have to come first. But we can go after we drop the cargo off.

>>985826
>"What sort of disturbing message?"
>"I wasn't aware that you kept in touch with your relatives."

also like >>985848 says, if there is a time limit we have to adhere to that first too. unless it's really bad stuff. so also ask

>"How soon do you need to be there?"

>>985826
>"Sure."
Come on. This is someone we rely on and who has saved our ass literaly and
figuratively. It isn't like we have a flight plan after NA anyway.

>>985848
Pretty sure we only have cargo (and a passenger) for New Albany, which is like a day (?) away.

>>985958
There was some going to Triton too wasn't there?

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"I wasn't aware that you kept in touch with your family."

Virgo sighs. "Well, I use the term 'relative' very loosely. The person who contacted me is one of the few friends I have left in the Magus Council. She's like a sister to me."

"So did the message have something to do with the Council?" You are only vaguely familiar with the Magus Council and how it works, but from your understanding, Virgo had a falling-out with them some time ago.

"I'm not sure," he says uneasily. "Libra contacted me through a public message terminal with a pre-recorded message. All that she said was that I should return to Thalos as soon as possible." His eyes narrow. "But she sounded afraid, and Libra isn't afraid of anything."

"So what do you think is going on?"

Vrigo doesn't speak for a while, seemingly reluctant. "If I had to guess, I'd say that either someone has died and there's a power-vacuum, or the Council is attempting to overstep its boundaries."

"I see," you nod. "And why would Libra be asking you to go there then?"

"I'm one of the strongest non-Council Magus' around," Virgo explains. "Though I'm also still well-respected among the general public, so the Council would likely look to me to help them if some kind of trust issue has formed with the public."

>"Okay, we'll head there as soon as our business is resolved in New Albany."
>"How soon do you need to be there?"
>"I don't think we'll be able to make it, sorry."
>Write-in.

>>986129

"How soon would you like to be there? I'd like to dump passenger and cargo if we could. Maybe Sam will have an idea of how to shave travel time down."

>>986129
>>"How soon do you need to be there?"

>>986129
>>986145
I'll change to this.

>>986129
>"How soon do you need to be there?"

>>986129

>"How soon do you need to be there?"

I'm pretty beat, so I think I'm going to call it a night. I'll be running a little later in the afternoon tomorrow, but I should be able to run without so many interruptions.

What do you think is happening with the Council?

>>986228
Somebody died, shit's going down, and now it's a rescue mission

>>986228
A dictator has come to power on a wave of public resentment and is purging undesirables

>>986228
federation mind-bomb tested against the populace, random effects, streets in chaos and anarchy, etc. etc.

Hey everyone. I just got home. I'll be writing in a little bit after I get some household chores done.

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“How soon do you need to be there?”

Virgo shrugs. “I couldn’t give you an exact estimate,” he replies. “But I feel like the situation can’t be too dire there, considering no news of any major problems has come up. I’d say any time within the next two weeks or so should be fine.”

“What makes you think news would get out if things were extremely bad?” You cross your arms. “It’s possible that someone could be keeping things quiet there.”

“The press on Thalos is extremely open,” Virgo explains. “If there was something worth telling the galaxy, they’d get the word out.”

“Fair enough,” you nod. “So something within the Council has happened, but it isn’t high-profile enough for the press to get a hole of it. It’s certainly an intriguing situation.”

“Quite,” Virgo agrees. “Though it makes me a little uneasy about going there. I kind of left on bad terms.”

>”We’ll head straight there after we leave New Albany.”
>”It’s going to have to wait until we do some jobs in the inner Solar System.”
>”Thalos is too far out of our way, sorry.”
>”How bad of terms did you leave on? Should I be worried?”
>Write-in.

>>988267
>”We’ll head straight there after we leave New Albany.”

>>988267
>>”How bad of terms did you leave on? Should I be worried?”

>>988267
>”How bad of terms did you leave on? Should I be worried?”
>"Let's see what jobs there are at New Albany and how long they'll take. If it won't be too long, we'll go to Thalos when those jobs are done but if they'll take too long, we'll head there right after New Albany."

>>988267
>>”How bad of terms did you leave on? Should I be worried?”
>"Let's see what jobs there are at New Albany and how long they'll take. If it won't be too long, we'll go to Thalos when those jobs are done but if they'll take too long, we'll head there right after New Albany."

>>988267
>”How bad of terms did you leave on? Should I be worried?”
>”We’ll head straight there after we leave New Albany.”
The council sees the current galactic tensions as an opportunity to start playing for more political power. But to do that they need to be more unified so they are preemptively silencing possible dissenters. It's a trap.

>>988267
>>”How bad of terms did you leave on? Should I be worried?”

>>988267
>”How bad of terms did you leave on? Should I be worried?”
>”We’ll head straight there after we leave New Albany.”

Finally caught up to live play

>>988267
>”How bad of terms did you leave on? Should I be worried?”
If we sell the guns on new Albany we should do the thing on Thalos first

“How bad of terms did you leave on?” You raise an eyebrow at Virgo. “I don’t need to worry, do I?”

Virgo chuckles. “Hardly. Even though some of them would like to see me dead, they know better than to pick a fight with me. Besides, I still have some powerful friends in the Council.”

“Alright,” you nod. You’ve heard from other Thulians on multiple occasions that Virgo is a force to be reckoned with, so you trust him when he says something like that.

“In fact,” he grins. “The only Council members who are in the same ballpark as far as raw power are Libra and a few others, mostly members of the old guard.” He stretches tiredly. “The only council member who could be trouble for me would be Orion, but he’s been the odd one out for almost a century, so he’ll not be too keen to start trouble.”

“What’s this Orion guy like?” You frown, taking a drink of your coffee.

“He’s the newest of the Council Elders,” Virgo explains. “Basically, the Council has several tiers of membership. There is the Family, which is the largest group. Then there’s the Defenders, which was the group I was part of. And the Elders, which are the smallest and most important group. There must always be six Elders, and the succession line is very clear in the event of an unexpected death.” He frowns, sighing bitterly. “It used to be that there was an Elder for every Magus sect, but the last time a Magus Aphorius was Elder was over 500 years ago. The Elder Council is mostly dominated by Magus’ of the sect of Balric. There are three Magus Baldrica on the Elder Council,” he chuckles mirthlessly. “So much for balance.”

“Sounds like a lot of complicated politics,” you nod.

“Which is exactly why I got out of it,” Virgo affirms. “But I need to help Libra out, she’d do the same for me. In fact, she already has helped me out a lot,” he points to his scars. “Saved my life a couple of times.”

“Well,” you pause, thinking. “I think we’ll be able to head straight there after we’re done on New Albany. Unless something else comes up on the way there.” You down the last of your coffee, sitting the cup down.

“Thanks, sir.” Virgo smiles. “I appreciate it.” He bows slightly and leaves the wardroom.

>Head up to your quarters and get some rest.
>Watch some TV in the wardroom.
>Visit a crew member. (specify)
>Explore the ship.
>Head up to the bridge. You can take a nap in your chair.
>Write-in.

>>988527
>>Watch some TV in the wardroom.

>>988527
>>Head up to your quarters and get some rest.

>>988527
>Watch some TV in the wardroom.

>>988527
> head to your quarters and go the fuck to sleep
Gotta get our beauty sleep.

>>988527
>Watch some TV in the wardroom with someone.
Tripe maybe?

Yawning to yourself, you sit down at the booth and turn the TV on, flipping absently through the channels. There doesn’t seem to be much on, so you stop changing the channel after a bit and watch whatever’s on. It looks like an old movie about World War III, you’ve never seen this one.

The Third World War was started because someone mistook a satellite launch for a nuclear missile, if you remember your history correctly. The resulting conflict was close to twenty years long, and it ended with the founding of the Federation.

You sigh as you watch the movie. They called it the ‘Final War’ back in the day. Mainly because people were convinced that humanity had finally grown sick of war. Apparently it hadn’t gotten sick enough of it, because last time you checked, wars still happened all the time.

Tripe hobbles into the wardroom, barking happily at you before going over to his food bowl in the corner. You keep watching the movie as Tripe eats his food loudly. The officer leading the main characters reminds you a little bit of Warwick, only with a full beard instead of a mustache.

You swear to yourself, yawning loudly. The coffee didn’t do much to wake you up. As Tripe hops up onto the couch, you feel sleep tugging at you. Figuring that you’ll only need a small power-nap, you let your eyelids fall shut.

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“Just like that, put the post in the center of the sights,” Warwick instructs you on aiming the antique rifle in your hands. Despite being in the Navy, you’ve never actually fired a rifle, just pistols. Warwick raises an eyebrow at you, grinning slightly. “Alright, go ahead and shoot when you’re ready.”

You pull the trigger and feel the rifle slam into your shoulder. The ear-protectors reduce the sound of the gun to a dull thud. You look downrange to see the remains of your target, a rotten pumpkin, blown all over the field. Linda shouts excitedly behind you.

The two of you had decided to pay Warwick a visit before your leave was up, so you got in contact with him and met up. Looking back, you see Linda standing next to Warwick’s kids, two young girls and a boy, all younger than ten. Warwick, ever-obsessed with safety, has insisted that everyone wear ear-protection.

“Good shot,” Warwick nods. He motions for you to work the rifle’s bolt and you do. “Careful though, that thing’s four hundred years old.”

You work the rifle’s bolt, ejecting a shell and loading a new one. You aim down the sights again and fire at another pumpkin, blowing it to smithereens. You hear Linda behind you. “Can I try?”

Warwick chuckles heartily. “Sure, I don’t mind,” he replies. You hand the rifle to Linda and stand over by Warwick as she gets ready to shoot. He crosses his arms, looking downrange as he speaks. “It’s good to see you two. The kids have been wanting to meet the fighter pilot that their dad flies with.” He chuckles.

“I certainly hope I’m all they expected.” You chuckle with him.

“Oh man, you wouldn’t believe how excited they were when I told them you’d be visiting,” he continues. “Still, I hate to be going back in a month…” He frowns, sighing. “But who else can keep up with a pilot like you, right?” He laughs.

>”You know you can request discharge papers. You’ve already served the required amount of time.”
>”I haven’t seen your wife since we arrived. She at work or something?”
>”I don’t know what I’d do without you in the co-pilot’s seat, Warwick.”
>"What kinds of stories have you told them about us? Hopefully nothing too unflattering." (joke)
>Write-in.

>>988876
>>”You know you can request discharge papers. You’ve already served the required amount of time.”
>”I haven’t seen your wife since we arrived. She at work or something?”

>>988876
>”You know you can request discharge papers. You’ve already served the required amount of time.”

"There won't ever be anyone like you Warwick, but ... seeing this, and your family. I'd like you to be able to be there with them."

Then to break the somber tone

>"What kinds of stories have you told them about us? Hopefully nothing too unflattering." (joke)

>>988876
>”You know you can request discharge papers. You’ve already served the required amount of time.”
>”I haven’t seen your wife since we arrived. She at work or something?”

>>988876
>”You know you can request discharge papers. You’ve already served the required amount of time.”
>”I don’t know what I’d do without you in the co-pilot’s seat, Warwick.”

>>988876
>”You know you can request discharge papers. You’ve already served the required amount of time.”

>>988876
>>”You know you can request discharge papers. You’ve already served the required amount of time.”

>>988876
>>”You know you can request discharge papers. You’ve already served the required amount of time.”
>>”I haven’t seen your wife since we arrived. She at work or something?”

I need to run a couple errands and get some dinner. Be back in a little bit.

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“You know, you could request discharge papers,” you say seriously. “You’ve served more than the required amount of years for it.”

Warwick nods knowingly, then smiles at you. “You’re right, I could. But then you’d be up there with someone who isn’t me, and I only trust myself to be a good enough co-pilot for you.” He claps your shoulder. “As long as you keep us out of trouble when we’re flying, I don’t have anything to worry about.”

You sigh. It was worth a try anyway. “So where’s your wife?” You change the subject. “Is she at work or something?”

“Ah,” Warwick chuckles. “We’re separated. Have been for almost five years. She takes the kids when I’m out on-duty.” You both look over as Linda puts the last of the rifle’s magazine downrange.

“It’s out,” she says as she walks over to you. “That was a lot of fun!”

“Glad you liked it,” Warwick nods. “Most folks don’t appreciate old rifles anymore. They seem to think they’re useless antiques.” He frowns a little. “Well to be fair, I suppose this one is definitely an antique.” He hefts the old rifle into his hands, opening the chamber to make sure it is unloaded. “Anyway, it’s getting cold out here. Let’s head back inside.”

----

You awaken with a groan, looking up to see the TV still running. It looks like the movie that was on earlier is still going, though it is near the end. You see that Tripe is asleep on the bench next to you. Looking up at the wall clock, you notice that you’ve been napping for a little over an hour. It certainly doesn’t feel like you’ve gotten any shut-eye.

>Head up to your quarters and try to get some real rest. (Timeskips to end of FTL jump.)
>Visit a crew member. (specify)
>Explore the ship.
>Head up to the bridge.
>Call someone on your communicator. (specify)
>Write-in.

>>989510
>>Explore the ship.

>>989510
>Call someone on your communicator. (specify)
Sarah. She said her ship was being moved to New Albany. She can give us an idea of the situation there.

>>989510
This >>989554

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You pull out your communicator, rubbing your eyes as you select your contacts list. Scrolling through, you select Sarah Hendricks.

It takes a while for the call to initiate, but once it goes through, she immediately answers. The hologram screen flickers to life in front of you, showing a light blue image of Sarah. If you had to guess, she was off-duty.

“Oh! Hi Allen!” She excitedly greets you, but raises an eyebrow as you prepare to reply. “You don’t look so good, when’s the last time you got some sleep?”

“That depends on if you’re talking about restful sleep or not…” You sigh. “Anyway, I called because I was curious about something. You said that the Geomancer was deployed to New Albany, have you arrived there yet?”

She frowns, looking over her shoulder before leaning in toward her communicator’s camera. “We aren’t scheduled to be there for another day or so, but the officers are all speaking in hushed tones about the place. Is something going on there?”

“I’m not sure myself,” you rub your head. “But I haven’t heard anything good as far as news about that place.” You shrug before continuing. “What kind of stuff have the officers been saying?”

Sarah shakes her head. “Well, I’m not sure I should be telling someone who’s technically a civilian, but you ARE a war hero, so I think it’ll be okay.” She gets up from her bunk and turns a light on, sitting the communicator down and doing something off-camera. Then she immediately picks the device back up and resumes speaking. “Okay, so the most consistent thing I’ve overheard is that the militias there are attacking the civilians and trying to extort them. So of course the civvies are going to push back. I’m not sure whose side we’re supposed to be intervening on though.” She sighs. “And then I’ve heard other stuff, but those stories are definitely just old spacers’ tales. Which makes me question the other stories too…”

>”You mean they haven’t briefed you? That means they’re keeping things quiet from the crew…”
>”What other stuff have you heard? You’d be surprised what kind of strange things turn out to be true.”
>”This line probably isn’t secure. We should meet up once we’re both planetside so that we can talk then.”
>”What did you do when you set the communicator down just now?”
>"Is Grand-Admiral Leander still aboard?"
>Write-in.

>>989721
>>"Is Grand-Admiral Leander still aboard?"
>”You mean they haven’t briefed you? That means they’re keeping things quiet from the crew…”
>”What other stuff have you heard? You’d be surprised what kind of strange things turn out to be true.”

>>989721
>”You mean they haven’t briefed you? That means they’re keeping things quiet from the crew…”
"You're probably going there to help the militia put down the civilians then."
>”This line probably isn’t secure. We should meet up once we’re both planetside so that we can talk then.”
>”This line probably isn’t secure. We should meet up once we’re both planetside so that we can talk then.”
I don't want to choose 4 options, but I'm interested in what she did now and I don't think making her leak us even more sensitive information is a good idea. Especially because the Grand Admiral's insane and hates Allen.

>>989721
>”You mean they haven’t briefed you? That means they’re keeping things quiet from the crew…”
>”This line probably isn’t secure. We should meet up once we’re both planetside so that we can talk then.”

So on account of there being a tie, and votes just kind of coming in slower than normal, I'll gonna call it for tonight. I'll be running tomorrow afternoon, and I'll probably just start a new thread on either Saturday or Sunday. In the meantime, keep those votes coming in.

I need to go update the pastebins anyway.

Mood Music:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zMgSr1ZeAYY

>>989991
Well never mind that bit about there being a tie. Still, I'm gonna call it for now and work on updating those pastebins. And maybe something interesting on the side.

>>989999
See you next time Zap. Nice quads.

>>989721
>”You mean they haven’t briefed you? That means they’re keeping things quiet from the crew…”
>”What other stuff have you heard? You’d be surprised what kind of strange things turn out to be true.”
I don't think we should ask after Leander. If he is listening he might get it into his head that we are planning on running into him...

So I'm about to head off to bed, but I went ahead and made something while I was updating the ship pastebin. It's an incomplete list of theme music.

http://pastebin.com/m41i5ykC

>>989721
>”You mean they haven’t briefed you? That means they’re keeping things quiet from the crew…”
>”What other stuff have you heard? You’d be surprised what kind of strange things turn out to be true.”

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“So they haven’t briefed you?” You raise an eyebrow at Sarah.

She merely shakes her head in response. “Only the senior officers have been given mission briefings, and they’re keeping their mouths shut.”

You frown. “Then they’re definitely keeping things close to the vest with this one. I don’t like it.” You sigh, stretching tiredly. “So what other things have you heard? You’d be surprised what kind of things turn out to be true.”

Sarah looks away, seemingly disturbed by the mention of the other stories. “Well… It’s some real creep-show stuff, but okay…” She sits back down on her bunk, seeming to huddle toward the wall. “I’ve heard from some of my squaddies that people have been going missing all over New Albany.”

“Sounds like the militias might be disappearing people who don’t agree with them…” You scowl at the thought.

“That’s just the thing,” Sarah replies. “It’s not just radicals and civilians. According to the stories, high-ranking militia members and even Federal soldiers have gone missing.”

“Have the stories been consistent from everyone you’ve heard telling them?” You lean forward.

“Yeah, pretty much.” Sarah rubs the back of her neck, looking down. “But it gets worse… Apparently someone is kidnapping people and using them for experiments. At least, that’s what everyone is saying.”

You swallow nervously. Though it sounds like an old spacers’ tale, you can’t help but feel a shiver run up your spine. “That’s certainly not good,” you reply. “What do you make of it?”

Sarah gets very serious. “I’m not sure, but I know that when multiple people start telling the same exact story, there has to be some part of it based in the truth.”

>”Take care of yourself, Sergeant.” (ends conversation)
>”Is the Grand-Admiral aboard?”
>”This line isn’t secure. We should speak in person once we’re both on New Albany.”
>”What did you do when you put the communicator down a couple minutes ago?”
>”You realize that you might end up in combat on New Albany, right?”
>Write-in.

>>991583
>>”Is the Grand-Admiral aboard?”
>”What did you do when you put the communicator down a couple minutes ago?”

>>991583
>”What did you do when you put the communicator down a couple minutes ago?”
>”You realize that you might end up in combat on New Albany, right?”

>>991583
> you realize that you might end up in combat
Against who I don't know

>>991583
>>”What did you do when you put the communicator down a couple minutes ago?”

>>991583
>”Take care of yourself, Sergeant.” (ends conversation)

I don't like the vibe here and I also dont want to call her out about putting down the comms in case someone is actually listening, this is a good place to end as we haven't covered anything more than unsubstantiated rumors

>>991724
I agree, but sometimes anons just want to exhaust all the options

This is my first Starcaller Quest, feels gud to finally join.

>>991583
>Write-in
We should talk when we're both on New Albany, it'd be nice to speak in person again.
>”Take care of yourself, Sergeant.” (ends conversation)

You are about to ask her something else, but you remember her putting down the communicator and your curiosity gets the better of you. “Right after I called you, you put the communicator down and did something off-camera. Do you mind if I ask what it was?” You raise an eyebrow.

Sarah’s cheeks go red as she looks away. “Oh, that…” She moves around a bit. “Well… I was just getting this.” She pulls up the old war bond poster that you signed and you fight the urge to bury your face in the palm of your hand.

“Fair enough,” you reply. Deciding to change the subject, you bring up what you were going to say beforehand. “Sarah, you know that you’re probably going to see combat on New Albany, right?”

She puts the poster away and frowns. “Yeah, I figured we probably weren’t going to be assigned to any non-combat positions once we landed. They wouldn’t be sending Federal Marines unless they planned on using us.”

“Real combat isn’t anything link training,” you begin to explain. “There’s nothing that can prepare you for it.”

“I know,” she replies. “There are a couple of other sergeants in our platoon who were in the War. They’ve already explained that stuff to us. Still, I’m a little uneasy about it.”

“That’s normal,” you nod. “But you’re an NCO, don’t let your troops see that uneasiness.”

She nods back, smiling slightly. “Right. So when are you supposed to be arriving at New Albany?”

You shrug. “Assuming we don’t have any delays, within the next couple days. I don’t plan on staying long though.”

“I don’t blame you,” she says. “Everything I’m hearing about the place makes me worried. Must be nice to be able to go wherever you want, whenever you want. I might become a spacer after my term is up.”

>”You shouldn’t pattern your life after mine.”
>”Being a spacer isn’t as cool as it sounds. We just go where the work is.”
>”It’s a good way to live. It gives you a kind of freedom you can’t get anywhere else.”
>”You could always go AWOL and become a spacer right now. Plenty of ships are hiring.” (joke)
>Write-in.

>>991857
>”It’s a good way to live. It gives you a kind of freedom you can’t get anywhere else.”

I wouldn't go with

>”You could always go AWOL and become a spacer right now. Plenty of ships are hiring.” (joke)

because she'd take it seriously.

>>991857
>”You could always go AWOL and become a spacer right now. Plenty of ships are hiring.” (joke)

>>991857
> it gives you a kind of freedom
But
> we just go where the work is
Being a war hero doesn't pay so well

Just a quick update. Some friends have shown up unannounced and they brought food, so it'll be a while before the next update.

>>992156
Aight boss

>>991857
>”You could always go AWOL and become a spacer right now. Plenty of ships are hiring.” (joke)
But really:
>”Being a spacer isn’t as cool as it sounds. We just go where the work is.”

You raise an eyebrow. Even though you know you shouldn’t, you decide to tell a little joke. “Well you could always go AWOL and become a spacer right now, plenty of ships are hiring.”

Sarah doesn’t seem to register what you’ve said for a moment, then her eyes go wide. “Y-you really think I should? I mean… I could probably sneak away when we land…”

You would’ve done a spit-take if you were drinking something. “No, Sarah. That was a joke.” You lean forward. “Don’t go AWOL, that’s a really, really bad idea.”

She laughs nervously. “I knew you were joking…” She stutters a little.

You sigh. “Anyway, being a spacer is a good career path for someone with a military background,” you continue with a more serious tone. “But it’s not as romantic as the movies make it seem. We mostly just go wherever the work is. Not to mention all the time that gets spent keeping the ship running.”

“Is maintenance really such a big issue aboard private starships?” She raises an eyebrow.

“You bet. Most starships are secondhand from the military, so they’ve had the piss beat out of them.” You lean back, suddenly getting even more tired than you were before. “Obviously, you can upgrade a ship to make it like-new or even better, but those upgrades aren’t cheap.”

“Huh, I guess the movies do make it look a bit cooler than it is,” Sarah shrugs.

You frown. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s still a better living than busting ass for some huge corporation that doesn’t care what happens to you.” You think back to the few shitty jobs you did to get by while you waited for your pension paperwork. Back in those days, you practically lived on company property and just barely made enough money to live on.


>”Take care of yourself, Sergeant.” (ends conversation)
>”Is the Grand-Admiral aboard?”
>”This line isn’t secure. We should speak in person once we’re both on New Albany.”
>Write-in.

>>992608
>”Take care of yourself, Sergeant.” (ends conversation)
See ya around, Sarah.

>>992608
>>”Is the Grand-Admiral aboard?”

>>992608
>>”Take care of yourself, Sergeant.” (ends conversation)

>>992608
>”Take care of yourself, Sergeant.” (ends conversation)
I hope you don't get by a mad scientist on NA!

>>992608
>”Take care of yourself, Sergeant.” (ends conversation)

Sorry for not being able to update much tonight. I'm probably gonna call it here and just make a new thread tomorrow.

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Another quick update:
I completely forgot that it was New Year's Eve! I won't be able to make the new thread today, but I should be able to tomorrow.

>>992608
>”Take care of yourself, Sergeant.” (ends conversation)

And suggest keeping a hidden weapon or tool on her person when shes out in the field.

>>995357
That's fine boss, even if it is disappointing as hell. Enjoy yourself.

(Also, Corrigan waifu 4 laifu.)

>>980281
Hey OP, did you ever read the old stardust quests?

>>998206
You know, I never have. I assume it's sci-fi?

>>998286
Yeah, based off a CYOA. I loved it while it ran, still keep in occasional contact with the qm while he sorts stuff out. Let me get a link to the archive.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=star+dust

One of my most favorite moments is when we got radio scrammed with old music. My god that was awesome

>>998301
Sounds interesting. I'll have to give it a read when I get the chance.

Also, New thread is up.
>>998391
>>998391
>>998391

>>998301
What happened with the QM? I'm waiting for it to come back