>You are a Master Sergeant in the United States Colonial Marines, your job is to kill those slimy black fucks called Xenomorphs.>You are very good at your job.>Recently circumstances have made it so that you are to lead a new squad of bad asses as they go out on a bug hunt. This crew, which you yourself will pick and choose, will live and die based on the decisions you make.>But don't get your panties too twisted up son, cause even if you manage to get every single last one of them killed, it'll be a hell of a ride along the way.>The year is 2183>It's killin' time."Master Sergeant," Sergeant Major Keller sits in front of you, his desk littered with stacks of bullshit bureaucracy papers that he has to sign as well as a six pack of home grown American beer, which he's already put a dent in with three of the cans missing. "I take it the flight up to our little space station wasn't a pain in the ass for ya'.""No sir." You answer, straightening up a bit in your chair. Goddamn you hate sitting down. "Just a bit of a long flight is all.""Yeah, they said you declined cryo most of the time, wanted to get back into the swing of things by exercising. I like a man who keeps his body in workin' order, especially after the shit that happened with you on your last outing." Keller passes you a beer, and you pop the tab with one hand before chugging down half of it. Tastes like piss, but at least it's American. "By the way, mind tellin' me exactly what went down on your last mission?"You raise a brow. "They should've gotten everything down in the report sir. Made sure to give'em plenty of colorful words too, even made some of 'em blush."Keller smiles. "Goddamn right you did, and I've read the thing back and forth, still nothing beats hearing a story straight from the man's mouth.""Well, it went down like this...">A. You were the only survivor of your squad after being sent down to planet M6-117, you were to act as muscle for a group of scientists trying to set up a research station. Once night fell a group of creatures appeared, and they sliced through everyone like they were hot knives slicin' through butter. You only survived thanks to your wits, experience, and determination.>B. You, and about half your squad survived an encounter with a band of space pirates that had attempted to take hold of the cargo you were carrying. High Class, Military Grade weapons. The pirates boarded, but your training held them off for hours. Finally when it became clear that the bastards were going to call for help, half of your squad volunteered to board their vessel with high grade explosives, sacrificing themselves in order for the rest to live. Brave soldiers, everyone of them.>C. A successful mission through and through, you and your squad watched over some limp wristed scientists on Earth's Moon. There was some hostile rock spider creatures, but they weren't any match for the underside of your boots. Hoo-rah.>D. Write-in.
>>2257402>ALet's kill some bugs marines!
>>2257402>D: You came out of nowhere and started killing whatever didn't look human left right and center. And now you're hereAlso>Description of CI see you've seen Apollo 18 too
>>2257410As far as found footage films go it's okay.
>D. Write-in.It was a literal hell planet, hot as shit, you could feel the sulfur going up your ass and out your ears, and those fucking demon looking shits didn't help either, higher ups decided LZ was "too hot" for extraction, no shit huh? held out months, lads had to use the guns like clubs when we ran out of ammo, and don't even get me started on how the things tasted. 3 people got out, me included.
>>2257420Sound like your Guy was Doomed huh?
>>2257420Alright I'll second this.This might be my kind of quest lets see how it goes.
>>2257420>>2257431Excellent.Hell you might even meet up with one of the others guys who survived down the road.Writing.
You frown, thinking back to the complete fuck up of a mission you and your boys were sent on. You still don't know what they wanted down there on that hellhole, and you're more than likely never going to find out. Fuck that place. "It was as if Hell had opened up and shit out everything bad in it sir, the goddamn place was like something out of the bible, and I'm talkin' Old Testament shit here.""That bad huh?" Keller asks, takin' a swig of his beer.You grin, though it's forced through gritted teeth. "Nah, it was even worse than that. I'm not much of a poet, but it felt like the fuckin' sulfur there was climbin' up your ass and out your ears. Not to mention the demonic fucks that kept comin' at us like we were some sort of meat they were starvin' for." You think back to how they took the first man, ripping him in half like he was nothing, and then using his own goddamn weapon on the rest of you. "Higher ups said the LZ was too goddamn hot, so they couldn't extract us." You can feel your fists shaking, remembering the look on your squads faces when that went out over the radio. It was like all the color had drained from their faces. "So we spent months down there, and when our guns ran out of ammo we used them like clubs and bashed every fucking things head in till it looked like a smashed pumpkin. Only three people got out in the end, me included.""Right, you, Blazkowics, and Riddick. Tough bastards the lot of ya'. Sorry for the rest of your squad." Keller holds up his can, and you tap yours against it as you drink one for the fallen. "Whelp, enough cryin' over what happened. Time for you to make some goddamn decisions about who you're gonna' leadin' in your next squad."You grin. "So they're given' me a choice now huh?""After the shit you went through? They oughta' just give you a planet and call it a day. But, that's life. So, here's the first group of people you can pick from. Top Brass says you can choose 3 of 'em, so make it a smart choice.">Choices will be next post, one sec.
>Turns out it's fuckin' huge, so pastebinhttps://pastebin.com/6Eu7HyPH>Remember, you can only choose 3.
>>2257453And pictures of the guys....and gal.
>>2257455I choose Odin, the vampire, and Arlo
>>2257455Odin, Wolf, and Sofia
>>2257449Odin, Wolf and Arlo
Odin and Wolf are locked. Arlo looks like a shoe-in as well. We'll give it ten more minutes then voting closed for this part.
>>2257482Sure, let's go with Arlo.
>>2257474Seconding this anon.
Odin, Wolf, Arlo is a go.Writing.
>>2257449Oh shit you liked that, you made me a very happy person, also now invested in this quest 100%
"Odin, Wolf, and Arlo." You say, sliding the files back to Keller. He smiles at you with a shit eating grin you've seen a thousand times. "Couldn't help myself, I mean test tube soldier and an actual Vampire? You'd have to be nuts to pass up on something like that.""Those I can understand, they piqued your curiosity. But why Arlo?" Keller leans forward, getting himself another beer in the process. "Aside from being a poster boy nothing really sticks out about him.""Surviving bullshit that should've gotten you killed is a very good trait to have." You finish up your beer, crushing the can in your hand. "That and I wouldn't mind some fancy gear for the boys either.""Hah, you snake oil bastard you." Keller shakes his head, laughing the whole time as he pulls out a bunch of new files. "These next bunch are pretty goddamn good at infiltration, figured you might need some like that for your squad. Pick 2 of 'em and we'll move on to the final bunch."https://pastebin.com/Eu7CQK2X>A. Lee>B. Albert>C. Jacob>D. Lulu>E. Grant
>>2257513Well, it was a pretty good suggestion. I had plans for Doomguy showing up anyways, so it works.
>>2257522Oh, man, they're all really good choices.Lee, Jacob, and Lulu.
>>2257531Sorry, I mean Lee and Lulu. Jacob is REALLY tempting.
>>2257522Albert, Jacob, Lulu
>>2257522Albert and Lulu
>>2257522>A. Lee>B. Albert
Albert and Lulu are locked.What, you guys don't like flipping coins or something?Writing.
>>2257543I wanted Chigurh, I didn't realize we could just pick two here
>>2257543>inb4 hive mindI love this quest already
>>2257543I just came to say>Albert, lulugood job hive mind
"Albert and...." You hold up a picture of Lu, staring right back at that cat like grin of hers before deciding. "Lulu. If she's really HIS descendant, I'd have to be an idiot to pass her up." You say.Keller nods, but he's got a small knowing grin on his face. "Surrre, and it ain't got nothin' to do with her being pretty nice in the facial region huh?" You can tell the old man is trying to get you riled up a bit, but you just shrug in response. "You ol' dog you. Just be careful now, heard she can leave a man breathless and bow legged. So save the tender love makin' till after a mission yeah?""I doubt she'd be interested in me to begin with sir, when it comes to fuckin' I'm about as plain as can be. Girls like her? They want someone who can twist and turn with the best of 'em." Whatever happened to the goddamn missionary position?"A man of the classics, it seems we think alike." Finally Keller hands you the final stack of files, this time they really catch your interest. "Pick and choose THREE of these, and pick'em carefully. I don't want to worry ya' too much, but a lot of eyes are gonna' be watchin' you and your squad to see how you do.""How I'll do?" You say, growling slightly. "I'll do my goddamn job, and paint the entire planet a new shade of red.""That'a boy."https://pastebin.com/YzZ9D9fM>A. Alice>B. MacLeod>C. Johnny>D. T-800(The Arnold)>E. The Freddie>F. Dr. Henry Schuel
>>2257566Johnny, T-800, and The Freddie.We can mold the first one into a better soldier, the T-800 is unstoppable, and the last is Freddie God-damn Mercury.
>>2257566Macleod, T-800 and Freddie
>>2257581You read my mind. Support.
>>2257581K I'll back this.
Greenhorn Johnny, T-800, and Freddie it is.Honestly why would you choose anything other than Freddie?https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ewPseDJhGBwWriting.
"Give me the greenhorn, the T-800 fucker, and..." You stop, looking up and grinning at Keller. "How the hell am I gonna' pass up Freddie Mercury of all people on my squad."Keller laughs, smacking you on the shoulder as he takes back the files. "Knew it, I just knew you were a man of absolute taste. You should stop by my place next time we're on Earth together, got some classic Queen vinyls you'd just love.""I'll take you up on that offer. Now, if ya' don't mind I'm gonna' go meet and greet my squad." You say, standing up, though a quick wave from Keller stops you."Still gotta' get'em all gathered up. The T-800 and Freddie are already here, waitin' in storage and stuff. And I'm pretty sure Wolf's coffin is hanging around here somewhere as well. Others are all either resting right now or getting their last goodbyes in to their families.""Last goodbyes? Don't tell me they think they're gonna' end up dead on my watch?" You ask, pissed off a bit."Now now, don't get so steamed up boy. Tell you what, since you went and got Arlo on your team why don't you go ahead and use all that fancy credits and pull you got and get your crew some damn fine equipment?"Hmm, that does sound mighty appealing to you. Not to mention you could do some tests on the firing range. "Deal, but only because I feel like shooting something."Keller grins. "I bet you are. Have a good one...">What is your name?>A. Hork>B. Drills>C. Quentin >D. Kirk>E. Writ-in
>>2257665I'll allow this, but you'd have to be R.J. MacReady the 3rd.
>>2257665Fuck it, why not? Supporting.
Master Sergeant MacReady it is.Goddamn this is getting fun.Alright, let's go get some fuckin' bug huntin' tools.
>>2257690oh god muhhh diiick. i love this so much
"...MacReady." Keller says, shaking your hand one last time before you leave his office. You can already hear him poppin' another tab as you walk down the hall.The space station you're currently on is hug as all get out, and it doesn't help that the goddamn heating in this place doesn't work half the time. It's why you're even wearing a jacket in the first place. You pass on by plenty of soldiers and fellow Marines, as well as a rather large amount of what you can only assume are pleasure droids walking the halls. Jesus, the things Command will do for ya' these days."Master Sergeant MacReady," The weapons locker guy notices you before you notice him. It takes you a moment, but you realize you're not actually talking to a real person, but rather a hologram. "I've been authorized to allow you mostly free reign inside the locker for your pick of equipment for your Squad, however I have to warn you that any equipment labeled BFG-1 through BFG-9 are strictly off limits. Understood?" The hologram looks at you, it's form flickering a bit as it does."Yeah yeah, just let me in so I can get my hands on something sturdy." You say. The mechanical locks on the door to the locker room clicks and whirs, finally opening for you as you step inside. A second later it shuts behind you, and locks itself as well. "Hey, I'm not gonna' be stuck inside here am I?""No sir," The hologram replies. "Simply select the equipment you wish to have for your squad, and then return to me when you're ready to leave.""Right." You head further inside the locker room, passing by the basic equipment like the combat knives and the MP9's. You stop by one of the shotgun racks, taking a sawed off one and smiling as you remember Blazkowics mowing down anything in his path with one of these. Still, you wanna' see what the really fancy stuff is. You move further along until you come across some strange lookin' stuff, and some other guns that look like improved versions of stuff you're used to. One gun sticks out to you though. It looks like it could be wielded with one hand, and there looks to be purple spiked crystals sticking out of the top of it.>Time to choose weapons ya'll.>Because you got Arlo, you got some special shit available to you. >Out of the items available, choose FIVE.>A. Needler>B. Sawwed off shotgun>C. MP9>D. M4 Pistol>E. VP70 Pistol>F. M41A Pulse Rifle MK2>G. M4RA Battle Rifle>H. WY-102 Railgun>I. U1 Grenade Launcher>J. M260B Flamethrower>K. M38(Ol' Reliable)
>>2257740>B. Sawed off shotgun>H. WY-102 Railgun>K. M38(Ol' Reliable)>J. M260B Flamethrower>E. VP70 PistolTime to let the good times roll
>>2257740This is just for Macready?
>>2257740>A. Needler>B. Sawwed off shotgun>F. M41A Pulse Rifle MK2>H. WY-102 Railgun>J. M260B Flamethrower
>>2257740>E. VP70 Pistol>F. M41A Pulse Rifle MK2>H. WY-102 Railgun>B. Sawwed off shotgun>flamethrower
A, B, F, H, and J win.Knew ya'll wouldn't pass up the Needler.Writing.
You gather up the tags for each of the weapons and head on over to the hologram guy again, though you make sure to bring the Needler gun along with you. It really caught your eye. "Hey, got the ones I need picked out." you slide the tags into the caged in area where the hologram is, and watch as they get scanned by a roaming eyebot."Understood Master Sergeant MacReady, the equipment will be sent to your Light Cruiser right away. Is there anything else I can be of assistance with.""Yeah," You shake the Needler in front of him, the hologram frowning a bit at your actions. "Point me to the firing range, I need to test this bad boy out.""Right away sir." A side door slides open in the locker room, and peeking inside you're surprised to see an actual firing range in here. "We have plenty of soldiers and Marines who wish to test their equipment out before using it. As such-""Yeah yeah." You say, waving the hologram off as you head inside. You walk up to one of the tables where the ear covers are, putting them on and then pressing the button on the side that causes the target, an ugly looking alien fuck, to slide back about fifty meters down the range before it stops. "Now, let's see what this baby can do.">A. Fire once, aim for the head.>B. Do a burst and see if you can keep it steady.>C. There's seven crystal right? Let's just dump the whole round into the target and see what happens.
>>2257797>>C. There's seven crystal right? Let's just dump the whole round into the target and see what happens.
>>2257797>BShort controlled bursts.
>>2257797>B. Do a burst and see if you can keep it steady.
>>2257797>CGotta make sure
>>2257797Alright I'll switch my vote to C
Alright then, give me some 1d100's fella's. Best of 4.DC is 45.
Rolled 5 (1d100)>>2257829
Rolled 69 (1d100)>>2257829Legacy I miss you...
Rolled 27 (1d100)>>2257829
Rolled 76 (1d100)>>2257829
Congrats. Somebody watching was impressed. Writing.
>>2257853So is it roll over or roll under?
One of the first tricks you learned while in bootcamp, if a gun's got a automatic fire mode, you learn how to handle that first. That way, single shots become much easier in the long run. You squeeze the trigger on the Needler, and the gun starts to shake violently in your hand. Still, you've handled worst. You steady the gun in your hand, watching in amazement as the crystals continue to keep a straight projectory this far out. They slice through the paper target, before landing in a grouping into the concrete floor a few meters behind it. A few seconds later, and they all explode, kicking up dusts and bits of concrete in the process. "Shit." You say, amazed at the weapon. Anything hit by that's gonna' feel it."Very impressive mister MacReady." You whirl around the heavy French accent catching you off guard as you see Albert standing behind you, watching you. "Most men would have more problems with a weapon such as that their first time using it." He steps forward, holding his hand out expectantly before you hand him the Needler."How do ya' know it's my first time using it? Don't think you and I have had the pleasure of meeting yet." You say.Albert grins, firing off a few well placed shoots at the target as he does. "Oh, I know a great deal about you, and the horrors you've faced. You strike me as a man willing to do whatever it takes to get the job done." Albert fires off one more shot before handing the Needler back to you. "I can relate.">A. Thanks, but it's Master Sergeant MacReady, don't forget that.>B. Well, you're right about that. So Al, what kind of bullshit have you come across in your time of duty?>C. Don't suppose you'd be up for a little competition Al? See which one of us is the better shot?>D. Since you've already got a file on me, I'm guessing you've got some dirt on the others I've picked for my squad. Think you could share?>E. Write-in>You can choose up to two.
>>2257874>>B. Well, you're right about that. So Al, what kind of bullshit have you come across in your time of duty?>>D. Since you've already got a file on me, I'm guessing you've got some dirt on the others I've picked for my squad. Think you could share?
>>2257874E. Slip our hand down to his crotch, comment on how big he is, and then let him feel our smaller package kept inside our pink panties. We're gonna take his manhood in our boipucci like a true sissy slut.
>>2257874>B. Well, you're right about that. So Al, what kind of bullshit have you come across in your time of duty?>D. Since you've already got a file on me, I'm guessing you've got some dirt on the others I've picked for my squad. Think you could share?
B, D it is.Roll me 2d100'sDC for B is 70DC for D is 50
Rolled 50, 39 = 89 (2d100)>>2257911Good rolls coming in
Rolled 24, 65 = 89 (2d100)>>2257911
Rolled 68, 28 = 96 (2d100)>>2257911Rollan!
Rolled 65, 98 = 163 (2d100)>>2257911
Well, at least ya'll can get some dirt on your squad. Albert's keepin' his past to himself for now.Writing.
"You're right about that." You reply, taking a few more shots with the Needler. "Been to hell and back, and all for a reason I don't even know.""That is how it mostly is these days MacReady. We do as we are told, and keep our heads down." Albert smirks, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it up before continuing. "At least, that is what those in power would want us to do.""So what about you Al, what kind of crazy bullshit have you been through. Your file says you're like a ghost most of the time, lookin' for big thrills. You must've hunted some pretty crazy shit in your time." You prod, trying to learn more about this man on your squad.Albert just shakes his head. "Apologies, but I would rather keep my personal history to myself for now MacReady."You frown. Well, no use in prodding the man about something he doesn't wanna talk about. "Alright, so you won't tell me about yourself, but what about the others? I'm sure you've got some pretty interesting stuff about them."Now he's smiling. "Why yes, I do. Most of my research was on the Vampire. He peaked my interest. What I know of him though is little, he is either very protected by the top brass, or very good at hiding his activities."You nod. "And what about the others?""What would you like to know?">Pick ONE squad member you'd like to know a lot about.>A. Odin>B. Arlo>C. Lulu>D. T-800>E. Freddie>F. Johnny
>>2257961>>B. ArloSooner we get to know him the sooner we can train that flaw out of him.
Arlo it is. Writing. Gonna' be last post for the night too. This was way more popular than I was expecting. Ya'll can be sure we're gonna' run again tomorrow. Okay writing.
>>2258009Run longer in the future gaylord.plz don't leave
"Arlo," You say, turning to face Albert so he can see how serious you are. "I'm willing to bet you know what happened to him on that Colony Ship."Albert is silent for a moment, before he nods his head sadly. "Oui, I know." He reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small device before pressing a few buttons on it. Suddenly the cameras in the room click off, and you realize he just gave the two of your privacy. "This is something that the higher ups would prefer you not to know, mister MacReady.""Give it to me straight Al," You say. "Gotta' know who I'm workin' with here."Albert nods. "What you have been told, about him saving the Colony Ship from the pirates? That is all true. However the problem with him being the only survivor is much more deplorable than anyone in power would have you know." Albert presses some buttons on the device before he passes it to you. On the screen you can see images of Arlo, frantically walking back and forth amid the corpses of the pirates and his fellow Marines, before he looks up at the camera and screams. "It would seem that our Arlo has a problem with his psyche. The pirates were will on their way to kill him and his squad, and the only reason they...did not is because Arlo detonated all of the bombs in the room.""...All?" You ask, getting another nod from Albert. "So wait, he freaks out and just blows his team to sky high? How the fuck did he not get fragged himself?""He activated them outside of the room. His explosive knowledge is superb, but the man is clearly not all there." "So why ask to be sent on a goddamn bug hunt then? If he freaked out over pirates he's gonna' flip his shit over some bugs." You say, not grasping reasoning."I would say he has a death wish." Albert says. "This is a man who knows what he did was wrong, and is seeking atonement through the only means he can think of.""Fuck, Arlo isn't going with us because he's tired of getting interviewed and pushed around as power boy. He's coming with us so he can get himself killed.""And us along with him, more than likely." Albert says.Fuck.>END>Hope ya'll had fun>Any questions?>Expect another session tomorrow at about this time.
>>2258040Those fucking weapons better be worth getting blown the fuck off guys.
>>2258040I was surprised as soon as we could pick a vampire as part of our team... not to mention an immortal and a t800. I'll be here tomorrow for sure.
So, I vote we send Arlo in first or find a way to make him unsuicidal.
>>2258125Or knock his ass out.
>>2258074>>2258078>>2258125Glad you guys are having fun. Also just to answer a few questions I'm sure some of you are having.>Yes there are Predators in this universe. Why wouldn't there be?>Expect to see a bunch of other sci-fi/horror monsters as well.>Is "The Thing" in this universe? You'll find out.>Covenant? Maybe. Maybe they're a long dead species or something.>Yes, the MIB are still a thing. As is Umbrella and certain other organizations.
>>2258183>>Is "The Thing" in this universe? You'll find out.Awesome. One of my all time favorite movies. Super jazzed people chose MacReady. This whole team is gonna be an incredibly fun shitshow.
>>2258125>>2258165Don't forget we're on a bug hunt with a team of badasses. Sure, Arlo is unstable and a liability but he's also the perfect guy to have if we need to send someone to their death, which is highly likely in this mission. We just gotta be smart about him.
>>2258183If the MIB are a thing I am guessing they may be either pissed or interested in the xenomorphs. Also, since umbrella is still a thing does that mean that a zombie out break has not happened anywere?
>>2258242Outbreaks have happened, it just gets swept under the rug.Also MIB aren't fucking happy about the Xenomorphs since they're artificially created bullshit and fall under the classification of biological warfare.
>>2258183>Is "The Thing" in this universe? You'll find out.Well. That's going to make things paranoid.
>>2258259Welp. Now I am imagining zombie xenomorphs. So, hopefully if we run into any MIB we dont get mind wiped.>>2258384Lets just assume it will be and be paranoid now. Be much simpler.
>>2258384could be worse, could be Engineers infected with the Blood Song.Zombie Predators.fuck us, VAMPIRE Predators.there's no end to it. it's Chinatown man.
>>2258459>Vampire Predalian Queen Mother
>>2258489I mean Empress, there's only one Queen Mother and IIRC she's pure.
SO have any of ya'll figured out who Lulu's ancestor was yet?
>>2258594Is it Hitler?
>>2258594Charles Adelle Lewis Totten?Joseph Gilbert Totten?Robert J. Totten?
>>2258612>>2258614Ruth Ellen Totten. She had a pretty cool daddy herself.
>>2258621That's even cooler than Hitler desu. Patton was taken before his time, MacArthur could be a fag of the highest caliber.
op are you alive
Right on bros.Okay so session in like, thirty cool?
>>2260721>35 minutes later.Rip Moon, you will be missed.
>>2260800>>2260721Captured, anally penetrated by a facehugger, and left tied up in a basement probably.
>>2260800>>2260802Sorry, makin' french fires in the air fryer and it's...amazing.Writing.
>We back"Of course, you and I never had this conversation." Albert says, smiling as you hear a whirring sound. You realize the cameras just came back online, no doubt Albert's little machine finished whatever it was doing. "Now then mister MacReady, I believe there's the rest of the crew to meet, shall we?""Might as well get to it." You say, following after the strange French man. His words are still playing through your head as the two of you walk down the halls of the station, heading to wards the loading bay where your light cruiser, and your crew awaits. Arlo, the poster boy of the Marines, killed his entire squad. That kind of shit don't sit right with you. Still, if there's a way to fix this death wish of his you'll fuckin' do it, or he'll wish he were dead by the end of it.As you and Albert enter the loading bay, you can see dozens of other ships entering and leaving around you. You can't help but grin. One of the best things about being a Marine is all the goddamn cool space ships you get to fly around in. From what you know about your great-great-grandpappy, he was quite the pilot himself. Maybe that shit's just in your blood. "Eyes forward." Albert warns you. You look ahead, and grimace as you see your squad gathered by the ship, as well as Johnny trying to throw some jabs at Odin."Aw shit." You curse, increasing you stride until you're close enough to hear them."C'mon! Say it again ya' Russian fuck!" Johnny goads, trying to throw an uppercut, only for Odin to effortlessly dodge it and shove the greenhorn away. "Goddammit hold still!""That'd be stupid to do." Odin deadpans, dodging another left before he grabs Johnny's entire face in his hand, and shoves the kid backwards. "I'm not trying to tell you how to run your squad," Albert says, watching the scene with you. "But it might be a good idea to decide on how you're going to handle this.">A. "JUST WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!" (74)>B. Walk up behind Johnny and put him in a headlock. (60)>C. Calmly step between the two of them. "Boys, what the fuck are you doing?"(80)>D. Let the fight go on, it's pretty obvious Odin can end this anytime he wants to.>E. "For fucks sake Odin, stop playing around and put an end to this shit.">F. Write-in
>>2260847>D. Let the fight go on, it's pretty obvious Odin can end this anytime he wants to.>"Show him how much he's still got to learn, Odin. No permanent damage though. That's an order."It'll be good for Johnny to learn just how far he needs to go to be competitive. After he gets BTFO we can ask him what the fight was about.
>>2260847>D. Let the fight go on, it's pretty obvious Odin can end this anytime he wants to.Come on testtube baby
>>2260847>>D. Let the fight go on, it's pretty obvious Odin can end this anytime he wants to.
Right on, writing.Poor Johnny
"Let'em keep going. It's pretty damn obvious Odin is just toying with him anyways." You say, crossing your arms and watching as Johnny keeps throwing lefts and rights, with Odin bobbing and weaving like a goddamn pro. "Besides, I can always ask what the fuck this was all about after the fight.""Hmmm, not how I'd do it." Albert says, cringing a bit as Odin catches one of Johnny's fists and then slams his own into the kids gut. "But then again it does bring interesting results.""I would suggest you stop moving," Odin says, towering over Johnny's hurt form. "Before I am forced to break you like stale bread.""I'll show you stale bread-" Johnny goes for the combat knife at his side, but Odin is much too quick for him. With one quick movement, the giant test tube soldier slams his knee into Johnny's face, breaking the kids nose and sending him right onto his back."Alright, I'm pretty sure that's the bell." You walk forward, crouching down and picking up Johnny's knife while he groans on the ground. You turn to Odin. "Took your time ending that."The man shrugs. "He could've ended it anytime he wanted by simply walking away Master Sergeant.""Hmmm." You nod your head, looking around at the rest of your squad,well at least some of them. Lulu, Arlo, and the Freddie synth are all here, but the T-800 and Wolf aren't around. "Anybody know where the rest of the squad is?""On board already sir," Freddie answers you. Goddamn that's a great voice. "Mister Wolf felt he, ah heh, needed the rest. So he's currently inside that lovely lookin' coffin of his. And the big guy? He's waiting in your cabin for you.""I guess that's fine. Thanks for the heads up Freddie." You say. God that feels great to say. You turn back to Johnny, who's just now getting up. "Alright Johnny, wanna' tell me why you and Odin here were, uh, fighting?" If you could even call it that.""That Russian asshole said I shouldn't be on the squad! I worked my ass through the academy to be here dammit!" Johnny says, clutching his bleeding nose.Odin shrugs. "I merely pointed out how out of place he was among us. He is of lower caliber.">A. "Well it's a good thing you're here to help him improve then Odin. I want you and Johnny to be fuckin' sewn at the hip from now on, you're responsible for each other. Do I make myself clear?">B. "Yeah he is pretty pathetic. But we'll fix that.">C. "Hmm. Be that as it may you two were fighting with each other, and I can't have that. This is old school, but give me 200 push ups each, and then you're on latrine duty for the next week.">D. "It's not nice to talk that way about your squad mates Odin. I picked Johnny for a reason, same as you.">E. "Alright, well that's all done with, shake hands and make up."(80)>F. Write-in
>>2260921>A. "Well it's a good thing you're here to help him improve then Odin. I want you and Johnny to be fuckin' sewn at the hip from now on, you're responsible for each other. Do I make myself clear?"
>>2260921>>A. "Well it's a good thing you're here to help him improve then Odin. I want you and Johnny to be fuckin' sewn at the hip from now on, you're responsible for each other. Do I make myself clear?"
>>2260921>>A. "Well it's a good thing you're here to help him improve then Odin. I want you and Johnny to be fuckin' sewn at the hip from now on, you're responsible for each other. Do I make myself clear?"good thing Odin is here to make sure he raise to a higher caliber.
A it is. Writing.How ya'll likin' the cast so far?
>>2260935Bretty gud Moonman, bretty gud
>>2260935well they got personality which is a good thing
You grin, which seems to unsettle Odin a bit. Good. "Well then, it's a good thing you're here to help him improve then, isn't it Odin?" You say, taking a step forward. You're kind of regretting it now since this fucker's a little bit taller than you, but whatever."Sir?" Odin asks, confused."I want you and Johnny to be sewn at the hip from now on, you're responsible for each other. If one of you is late for training, you're both late. If one of you forgets to clean your weapons, then you both forgot." You smirk. "Do I make myself clear?"You can tell this big ol' Russian bastard isn't happy, but he's got enough obedience in his genes to give you a curt nod. "Yes sir, we are responsible for each other.""I'm glad you understand Odin." You say, clapping the big bastard on the shoulder. Geez what's he made of? You turn to Johnny. "And I'm sure I can expect the same from you, right Johnny?""I-" He starts, but you cut him off."Because I'd fucking hate for that 'sewn at the hip' thing to go from metaphorical to literal, know what I mean?" You say, giving him the eye.Johnny widens his eyes, then nods his head frantically. "Yes sir.""Swell, alright let's head on inside the fucking ship then." You head up to wards the ramp, but Lulu gets in your path, blocking you. "The hell?""Captain," She says, voice like fuckin' chocolate melting through your ears. "Don't you think you should give the ship a name?" She smiles at you. Oh boy. "After all, she is gonna' be carrying us around from now on.""Hey yeah!" Johnny says excitedly. Seems that nose bleed has stopped, and Odin even got him a tissue, how sweet. "What'cha gonna' name her sir?""Uh....">A. The Firehawk>B. The Thundersnake>C. Silent Betty>D. The Decade Eagle.>E. Your Doom>F. Write-in>Have fun.
>>2260935I rike it
>>2260959>The Spartan Scorpion
>>2260959Two For Flinching
I'm loving all of these. If we can't come to a decision I'll just roll for it. Good work guys.
Rolled 5 (1d5)>>2260964>>2260970>>2260974>>2260977>>2260979
>>2260998Two For Flinching wins.Writing.
>>2260998Great, the one I liked the most.
>>2261004Doesn't roll off the tongue at all."Get on the Two For Flinching"vs "Get on Big Betsy" or some shit.
>>2261029It's ok to admit you're just mad you didn't think of it first ;)
"Two For Flinching." You say without a bit of hesitation. Johnny's smile turns from hopeful to confused. "That's...a weird name.""It's remember-able is what it is." Lulu says, smiling as she runs her fingers across the hull of the ship. "I've got some contacts in the decal business. Give me a few weeks and we'll get her all prettied up.""Wonderful, now everybody get their asses on board." You order, your squad falling in line as you all head inside, you follow in right after them. One thing about ships that always surprises you, is just how big they are on the inside. "Freddie, exactly what does this cruiser come equipped with?"Freddie whirls around before clicking his heels together in attention. "There's the crews quarters, so I hope you all like bunk beds. There's a small canteen already stocked with your basic MRE's, a cargo hold with a dropship, a weight room with all the goodies you could want, a captain's quarters, as I've already stated. And the most important asset of all," Freddie grins. "Me.""Good show Freddie," Lulu says, knocking the synth in the shoulder playfully."I do what I can, OH!" Freddie snaps his fingers. "Almost forgot. Communal showers.""Aw man," Johnny complains. "I was hoping we'd get our own.""Don't worry, I've seen plenty of dick in my day," Lulu says, teasing Johnny. "So unless you're like, genetically modified down there, I won't be too surprise.""Aw-aw geez." Johnny says, blushing.You roll your eyes. "Right, well time to get down to business then. And that means choosing where we're gonna' have our first bug hunt." Your crew cheers, well it's mostly Lulu and Johnny, Odin just clenches his fist in excitement. Albert's already in the corner drinking some milk. "Any particular desired locales squad?""A beach." Lulu says."Maybe something with farmland?" Johnny suggest."A volcano." Everyone stops and looks at Odin. "It would make for good story." He says, shrugging."Riiiight." You head over to the main nav system, pulling up a list of available missions sent to you from the top brass.>Time to choose a mission. Remember, once chosen it is locked. Hope you're prepared ya'll.>A. There's been a few random Xenomorphs running around on this jungle planet. No sign of a hive, so you don't have to worry about a Queen. (Difficulty Easy)>B. Seems like there's a small nest of Xenomorphs that's taken over a colony on some moon. Might still be survivors. Nest hasn't had long enough to grow any larger. (Medium)>C. A research outpost studying the Xenomorph's fucked up and now the whole place is overrun with them. They also had a Queen. Roast the entire place. (Hard)>D. Some planet similar to Earth is full of Xenomorphs, and top brass wants you to...capture a Queen. Alive. (VERY HARD)
>>2261041>>A. There's been a few random Xenomorphs running around on this jungle planet. No sign of a hive, so you don't have to worry about a Queen. (Difficulty Easy)lets take it slow and see what we need to doalso Moon can we expand the team and the ship over time or is this the max size we can have
>>2261041>A. Easy ModeIf this stays easy mode, it'll be a great way to get Johnny up to speed and let Arlo sacrifice himself without making the mission suffer too much.If it gets complicated, then it becomes time to cut the chaff and harvest the wheat.
>>2261041>B. Seems like there's a small nest of Xenomorphs that's taken over a colony on some moon. Might still be survivors. Nest hasn't had long enough to grow any larger. (Medium)
>>2261050You can upgrade the ship yeah, but typically a squad size is 9. However since Freddie is technically a non-combatant most of the time, I wouldn't see a problem picking up others along the way.Your main priority is getting this team into working order, and not dying.
>>2261041>>A. There's been a few random Xenomorphs running around on this jungle planet. No sign of a hive, so you don't have to worry about a Queen. (Difficulty Easy)I would like to go full madman but we kinda need to level up Johnny
Oh, and one reason to take on riskier missions?Money.Easy mission will usually mean you won't lose anybody, but they net you less Credits.
A it is.95% chance of survival.Credits upon completion: 10,000(per squad member)Writing.
>>2261059so combat team size will remain the same ok but can we get a support staff as we gone on like a med team or research team that stays on the shipso long as the ship has the size and room to hold them
>>2261073Yes that'd be fine.
"Let's go with something nice and easy, just to get our feet wet." You say, selecting the jungle planet mission. More than anything you wanna' see how Johnny handles himself, plus it'll give you a chance to actually see if you can fix the Arlo problem."Aww man, that's gonna' a shit payday." Johnny complains. "I mean couldn't we-" One look from you and he shuts up."We are better than this, why not take on a challenge?" Odin asks, clearly just as disappointed as Johnny, though for different reasons. "Because he's out leader and that's what he picked." Lulu says, hands on her hips. "Ain't that right sir?""Damn straight." You say. "Freddie, get this rig up and moving, I wanna' be on that planet by next week."Freddie salutes you. "Yessir. By the way, I've got quite the selection of tunes if you'd like me to put on some driving music."You grin. "I leave that in your capable hands Freddie." The synth nods, pressing a few buttons by the side of the pilots seat.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ewPseDJhGBw---While some tunes play out through the ship you head to your own quarters, you've got a robot to talk with. No sooner do you enter your quarters do you see the big thing standing in the middle of the room, clad in some pretty nice biker get up. He turns around to face you, and you can see why they call this thing the Arnold. "R.J. MacReady?" It asks, sounding slightly European....you think."Yeah?" You say. You watch as this...thing moves its hand down to its belt, where there's a handgun waiting in a holster.>A. Draw on him first. "Hold it."(80)>B. Draw and fire. (88)>C. Let him do his thing. He's no threat to you.>D. "Usually people get to know me before they try to shoot me.">E. Write-in.
>>2261097>C. Let him do his thing. He's no threat to you.
>>2261097>>C. Let him do his thing. He's no threat to you.
>>2261097>"Technically it's R.J. MacReady the Third, but you don't need to call me that."It'll be funny if he turns out to have gone back in time to kill the wrong MacReady.
>>2261119>His face when
Right on, writing ya'll.By the way there was only a small 1 in 4 chance of this turning out to be a bad T-800 instead of the good kind
"Technically it's R.J. MacReady the Third, but you don't need to call me that." You say, watching as this big ass synth moves his hand down...and messes with his belt buckle? "Whoa there fella', I think you're gettin' the wrong message here." You say, holding your hands up as you start to back away.The T-800 then does something to the buckle, causing it to open up before he pulls out a small, clear looking pill. He holds it out to you. "I have been sent back in time to deliver this pill to you, R.J. MacReady, for the intent purposes of your survival."You frown, but take the pill out of his hand and examine it. "Sent back in time huh? Guess that was something that was bound to happen eventually. But uh, this pill here, you say it's supposed to help me survive? Survive what?"The T-800 blinks, and you see some small jittery movement in his head before he calms down. "Information lost. I was damaged during the trip to this time period. The only piece of information on the matter of the pill and your survival is that you must only take it when necessary.""Okay, and how will I know when it's necessary?" You ask."Unknown." He replies."Great. Well at least that's not gonna' hang over my head for the rest of my life. What, next time I get a splinter I should take this pill?""Doubtful." T-800 says. "I will now report to the crews quarters and await further instructions." With that he exits, leaving you with more questions than answers.>It'll be a week till you make it to the jungle planet>Until then you've got tons of stuff to do. Sadly you can only choose two.>A. Talk with Arlo, see if you can't fix this death wish problem.>B. Train with Johnny a bit, kid obviously needs all the help he can get.>C. Invite Lulu to your quarters for...sex.>D. Work out with Odin a bit. >E. What the fuck does Albert doe for fun? Let's find out.>F. Talk with Wolf. You've never actually spoken with an actual vampire before.>G. Write-in
>>2261164>B. Train with Johnny a bit, kid obviously needs all the help he can get.>F. Talk with Wolf. You've never actually spoken with an actual vampire before.
>>2261164>>A. Talk with Arlo, see if you can't fix this death wish problem.>>B. Train with Johnny a bit, kid obviously needs all the help he can get.
>>2261164>B. Train with Johnny a bit, kid obviously needs all the help he can get.>D. Work out with Odin a bit.
>>2261172I can get behind this
So I'm curious what macready's stats arei'm just gonna assume it's triple s across the board
>>2261187He has none. He's just an all around badass.
Arlo and Johnny win.Congrats, writing.
Over the next week you decide to do two things, see if you can't fix Arlo, and try to help Johnny as much as possible.You start with the easier of the two first. Honestly, there's nothing really wrong with Johnny as far as you can tell, it's just the lack of experience that seems to be an issue here. The kid has potential, at least you hope he does. Otherwise he's gonna' be bug chow before the end of his first mission. While training with him you do notice a bad habit of his though. The kid has the tendency to keep his back straight when he shoots, like a goddamn brat that just goes out to the target range. "Ya' gotta' knock that shit off." You tell him. "Keep yourself slightly crouched, but not so much that you might fall over at the slightest breeze. This way if something's coming at ya' you can roll into a dodge a little easier. Got it?""Yeah, uh, I think I got it sir, thanks." Johnny says. God help this kid.---Now comes the hard part, Arlo. You corner him in the showers the day before the mission, and decide now's as good as any to get this shit out in the open. "I know what happened to your squad." You say, letting the water wash over your body. "Or rather what you did to them."You hear the soap drop to the shower floor, giving you enough of a heads up to dodge Arlo's tackle. You move further into the middle of the showers, crouching down as Arlo whirls around, his forehead bleeding from where it hit the wall, his eyes wild. "Don't, fucking talk about them, you fuckin' hear me?" His voice is hoarse, like somebody who's cried their eyes out for way too long. "I fuckin' see them all the time okay? I can't sleep, I can't eat, their faces are always there!""Calm yourself Arlo, I'd hate to have to write up a report about breaking your arm in the showers, think about how that'd look." You watch his movements, his heavy breathing, the wild look in his eyes.>A. Fuck it, he doesn't wanna' talk about it so drop it.>B. "Tell me what happened Arlo? Why'd ya' do it?"(80)>C. Time for some good ol' shower wrestling.(69)>D. "You think killing yourself is gonna' make them forgive you Arlo? That's the cowards way out and you know it. You gotta' live with what you did."(90)>E. Write-in
>>2261208>>D. "You think killing yourself is gonna' make them forgive you Arlo? That's the cowards way out and you know it. You gotta' live with what you did."(90)
>>2261208>>B. "Tell me what happened Arlo? Why'd ya' do it?"(80)
>>2261208>B. "Tell me what happened Arlo? Why'd ya' do it?"(80)
B it is.1d100Best of Four.
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Rolled 4 (1d100)>>2261240fuuuuuuuuuck
>>2261250Phew, close call there.Writing.
"Arlo, come on man. Just be honest with me, why'd ya' do it?" You ask.You watch as Arlo clenches his fists before bringing them up to his face, tugging on his hair as he grumbles. "Ahhh! Dammit!" Arlor slams his fist into the wall, cracking the porcelain. You see blood too. "It wasn't supposed to happen like that." He says finally, leaning against the shower walls. "I swear it wasn't.""Alright then, you swear it wasn't," You say, inching closer to Arlo now. "So how was it supposed to go down?"Arlo takes a deep breath before sighing. "Those pirates, they were packing grenades and explosives that I've dealt with before, they all run on a frequency that can be tapped into." You watch as he shakes his head. "I told my squad, I said just get them close enough, and I'll handle the rest." Arlo growls, slamming his fist into the wall again. "But I fucked it up! It the squads frequencies too! They trusted me dammit, and I killed them." Arlo grabs you by the shoulders, shaking you. "Don't you see dammit! I have to die! I have to atone for all the mistake I made! I'm not hero man!"You slap Arlo across the face, surprising the man long enough for you to do it again. "Arlo, shut the fuck up." You say, pushing him off you finally. "You fucked up your part, and you got your whole squad killed. You feel like shit, I get that, I really do. But stop with the bitchin' already man." You shake your head at the man. "Look, this whole guilt trip you're feelin' it's because you think your squad wants you to kill yourself right?""Y-yeah." He says, shaking underneath the water.>A. "Then kill yourself. I don't have time for this bullshit on the squad.">B. "Give me a break. You think they don't realize it was a mistake too? You don't think they realized that everyday they went out on a mission, they were putting their lives on the line? They aren't mad at you Arlo."(70)>C. "Arlo, they. Are. Dead. They aren't coming back. They aren't haunting you. What you're feeling is fucking PTSD. You survived a horrific incident, and it's fucking with your mind."(75)>D. "Well tough shit! I'm your commanding officer and I'm telling you to get over this shit right now, ya' hear me?"(90)>E. Write-in
>>2261286>B. "Give me a break. You think they don't realize it was a mistake too? You don't think they realized that everyday they went out on a mission, they were putting their lives on the line? They aren't mad at you Arlo."(70)
>>2261286>>B. "Give me a break. You think they don't realize it was a mistake too? You don't think they realized that everyday they went out on a mission, they were putting their lives on the line? They aren't mad at you Arlo."(70)
B it is.1d100Best of four.
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Rolled 5 (1d100)>>2261307What happened to the LT on our last mission to Hell? Did he kill himself because he felt responsible for stranding his men to be killed by demons, and the survivors just hated him for taking the coward's way out?
>>2261314Well....at least you passed.Oh boy.Writing.
>>2261314Did we go over how nat1's will be handled?
>>2261323Here's how DC's work>1's are failures, however if you pass the DC it means you succeeded, but with some problems.>However if you don't pass and get a 1, it's a critfail.>100's override 1's.
"Give me a break," You say, causing Arlo to frown. "You think they don't realize it was a mistake too? We're fucking Marines Arlo, every time we go out on a mission we're risking our lives, putting them on the chopping block every time we suit up. And you think they're pissed at you? They aren't mad Arlo." He looks at you in confusion for a moment, before closing his eyes and shaking his head. "I just...I just don't know sir. I can still smell their flesh, I can see the looks on their faces right before the bombs went off.""Shit happens Arlo," You say, being blunt as all hell. "Sometimes you've just got to roll with the punches. Just think about what your squad would want you to do, that's all that matters.""Think about...what they'd want me to do...." You watch Arlo stand up slowly, shaking his head in agreement. "Yeah, you're right sir!" He looks at you, smiling."Well yeah I'm right, I'm a fucking Marine. Now-"Arlo's smile is getting wider, and it's worrying you. "I just have to listen to them from now on! HA! That's why they died! Whether I'm supposed to live or die isn't up to me, it's up to them. I just have to listen when they talk to me! Haha!" He slaps you on the shoulder as he exits the showers. "Thanks sir, you've finally made things clear for me!"As he leaves, his laughter echoing through the ship, you realize you may have just gone and fucked up.That and you can't find the soap anywhere.>END>Hope ya'll had fun>Any questions?>Next session tomorrow.So, how are ya'll liking the quest so far?
>>2261344Loving it dude. I really liked the twist you put on our 'success'.I'm sorry.
>>2261344thanks for running
>>2261344Liking it pretty well. I wonder if we'll get a chance to challenge a Yautja to single melee combat.I also wonder if Wolf has other vampire abilities, like shapeshifting, and if his sunlight sensitivity is actually an allergic reaction to ultraviolet light or actual photosensitivity.
>>2261344i love it so far
Righty, anybody up for a session in like an hour and a half?
>>2263386I'll be here.
>>2263386I'll be here...waiting....while you get tied up in your basement-dungeon again
>We back"Freddie, how's our trajectory lookin'?" You ask as you strap on the last bit of your armor. The straps are digging into your sides, but it ain't nothing you aren't used to at this point. Around you the others are getting suited up as well, except for the T-800 and Wolf. Looks like your resident vampire decided to finally wake up.Freddie whistles a bit as a great view of the jungle planet comes up. "Should be right where ya' want us in about ten minutes sir.""Good. Alright everybody listen up," You notice Wolf grin a bit before shaking his head, and he continues to play with a combat knife he found somewhere. Arlo is facing you, but he's busy muttering to himself. Good lord. "We're gonna' be dropping down onto this planet in a bit, intel says there's six bugs down there that need squashin', and we're just the squad to do it. Now for those of you who haven't had the pleasure of dealing with these bastards before," You pause and stare at Johnny and Odin. "They bleed acid, so if you're gonna' smoke one of these fucks, make sure you're out of the splatter zone. Do not attempt hand to hand combat unless it is absolutely necessary, understood?""Heard we get a little extra if we bring in one of 'em alive," Wolf speaks up, surprising everyone. "Don't suppose that's true now, is it?"You frown. "It is, they're paying 50,000 credits a head for these things, sadly we don't have the proper storage compartments for these things, and I'm not risking lives just for an extra buck.""Sir, we are now in position for the dropship." Freddie announces."Excellent, everybody get in the dropship, we're going bug hunting." You and the others head on inside, leaving Freddie behind to man Two For Flinching. Just as you'd requested, there's plenty of weapons on the dropship for you all to choose from, and you've got about five minutes till you land on the planets surface, might as well pick your fun now.>Choose two weapons.>A. Needler>B. Sawwed off shotgun>C. M41A Pulse Rifle MK2>D. WY-102 Railgun>E. M260B Flamethrower>F. Grenades(5)
>>2263643>>A. Needler>>E. M260B Flamethrower
>>2263643>A. Needler>B. Sawed Off Shotgun
>>2263643>B. Sawwed off shotgun>C. M41A Pulse Rifle MK2
>>2263643>>>A. Needler>>>E. M260B Flamethrower
Needler is locked. Now it's just a tie between the Sawwed off Shotty and the Flamethrower.
>>2263694Flamethrower for me
Needler and Flamethrower it is! Writing.
Squad loadout.>ArloGrenades(5)M41A Pulse Rifle MK2>LuluNeedlerM41A Pulse Rifle MK2>JohnnyM41A Pulse Rifle MK2Grenades(5)>AlbertWY-102 RailgunSawed Off Shotgun>T-800Sawed Off ShotgunM41A Pulse Rifle MK2>WolfGrenades(5)Sawed Off Shotgun>OdinM41A Pulse Rifle MK2WY-102 Railgun>MacReadyNeedlerM260B Flamethrower
You pick up the Needler, already the familiar feeling makes you more comfortable, but you also decide to pick up the flamethrower as well. "Fuckin' bad ass huh guys?" You say, turning around and showing off the beauty. It's a far cry from the big pieces of flaming mass murder they used to use back in the 1900's that's for sure. You can carry this bad boy around without having to worry about tight corners or it weighing you down. "Looks quite good on you sir." Albert says, in a way that you're pretty sure is supposed to be sarcastic. Damn Frenchmen."You lookin' to barbecue some bugs down there sir?" Johnny asks, picking up some grenades to go with his Pulse Rifle. Pretty basic set up, though the kid is fresh out of training so that'd make sense. Besides, you want him using something he's comfortable with instead of trying to look bad ass."Those fuckers have got a pretty hard carapace, but a stream of napalm hurts'em just as much as it does us." You say. You hop into your seat once you start to feel the drop ship start to shake, strapping it through the worst of it. You notice that Wolf and the T-800 are still standing though, with Wolf letting out a whooping holler of excitement once the shaking gets really bad. Johnny looks like he's going to puke. "Keep it together Johnny, this shit gets easier after the first time, trust me.""A-awesome!" Johnny shouts, trying to sound brave. You watch as Odin, who's sitting beside him, roll his eyes before clutching the kids hand.What a strange group you pulled together.A couple minutes later and one rough landing, you find yourself on this familiar yet alien world. "Alright listen up," You say as everyone gets off the drop ship. Luckily it's night time so Wolf can walk about without burning up. Sadly it's night time, which means those Xenomorph fucks will have an easier time hunting you. "Our current location makes this hunt easy. It's a large island mass completely surrounded by sulpheric waters that reach a boiling point of 301.5 degrees F. So luckily for us these bug bastards can't swim off, we've got them trapped.""And we're stuck here with them." Johnny says, looking around anxiously.You frown, walking forward until you're inches away from the kid. "We aren't trapped here with them, they're trapped here with us, got it?" He nods, and honestly he seems a little scared of you. Good. "Now there's two locations of interest from what the intel says. One is a denser part of the jungle, and the other is what appears to be old ruins from an ancient species. We're gonna' need to split up into two squads to handle this.">Pick 3 Squad members to go with you, the other four will go off on their own squad.>Arlo>Lulu>Johnny>Albert>T-800>Wolf>Odin>Pick a destination>1. Dense Jungle>2. Ruins
>>2263788Wolf, Arlo and Johnny.Time to go into the jungle
>>2263788>T-800>Odin>Johnny1. Dense JungleI think Arnold would do well here
>>2263788Arlo T-800 and AlbertThe ruins could be fun.
T-800 is locked.Now it's like a three way tie between Arlo, Wolf, and Johnny
>>2263841Gotta be Wolf and Albert.
T-800ArloWolfLocked in.Now kindly roll me 1d100 for encounter. After all, there's plenty of fun critters for facehuggers to latch onto here.
Rolled 69 (1d100)>>2263862
Rolled 92 (1d100)>>2263862Rollan!
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Rolled 95 (1d100)>>2263862Is high good or bad?
>>2263868>>2263875>>2263885>>2263892Hahahahahaha. Wow.Okay so two normal Xeno's and....2x Snake Xeno1x Monkey Xeno1x Gorilla XenoGood luck. Writing.
Rolled 1, 2, 1, 1 = 5 (4d2)>>2263893Oh right, and one more roll....
"Arlo, Wolf, and uh...T-800, you're with me." You gotta' come up with a better name for this thing, numbers are so goddamn boring."It's alright guys, don't worry," You hear Arlo whisper to himself, clutching the grenades strapped to his chest tightly. "It'll work out this time, you'll see.""ARLO!" You shout, shaking the man out of his delusions. "Do you copy me?" The explosives expert just stares at you for a few moments before smiling a nodding. Great. You turn to the others. "You four hit the ruins up, me and the others will handle the denser part of the jungle." "Be safe out there sir." Lulu says.You grin. "Lady I don't need to be safe, I've got a fuckin' flamethrower."----"So did you think the flamethrower line was bad ass or something...sir?" Wolf chuckles behind you as the four of you trek deeper into the jungle, the scanner letting out occasional beeps to let you know you're going in the right directions. "Because that oriental gal sure didn't seem to find it charming."
>>2263949"Wolf, can I ask you something?" You stop and turn around, facing your bloodsucking companion. "If I launch your into space, do you reckon you'd burn up before your eyeballs popped out of your head, or would it be the other way around?" Wolf frowns at you, which just causes you to grin. "That's what I thought.""MacReady," T-800 gets your attention, his eyes scanning the tree tops. The big ol' robot grips his shotgun tightly as he does. "Bring out your tracker."You step forward, sweeping your scanner pad through the air before you get a rather loud beep, and a small dot appears on the interface. "Bingo." You say, watching as the dot moves. Wolf steps forward, cracking his neck while looking up. "Want me to jump up there and get'em for you boss? Wouldn't take but a second.""I-" Before you can say anything a loud screech echoes throughout the jungle. Up above in the trees, a black carapace bodies creature leaps out at you all, moving through the air like an ape. It's all you can do to duck before it slams into the ground where you once stood, it's sharp tail swinging out and catching Arlo in the shoulder, cutting a huge gash into the man before he falls over in pain. "Shit!">A. "WOLF GET IT!">B. "Tee-Eight! Ice this fucker!">C. It's barbecue time.(60)>D. Needler this fucker in the face. (70)>E. Write-in
4chan is being dicks so I had to break up my post and not post the image with it. Here's the monkey Xeno.
>>2263953>>C. It's barbecue time.(60)Save the needler for when a xeno isn't close to somebody, don't want to turn it into an acid bomb.
>>2263953>C. It's barbecue time.(60)Mmmmmm. Xeno steak
>>2263953>>C. It's barbecue time.(60)
>C. It's Barbecue time1d100. Best of 4. DC 60
Rolled 30 (1d100)>>2263972
Rolled 16 (1d100)>>2263972
Rolled 8 (1d100)>>2263972
Rolled 62 (1d100)>>2263972
>>2263993Sweet jesus that was close.Writing.
>>2263993Whew, that was close
"It's barbecue time." Your one liner almost burns as much as the napalm hitting this fuckin' Xenomorph. This monkey lookin' bastard gets covered in the shit before getting lit up like a Christmas tree. You're pretty sure some of it even went down that second windpipe of its. The creature sputters on the ground in front of you, trying desperately to wipe off the burning napalm but failing to do so. "Step back." Tee-Eight tells you, ducking his head as the aliens flailing bladed tail nearly strikes him. You watch as the big guy calmly walks to wards the creature, looking down at it's burning body...and then he kicks the fucking thing so hard that it goes sailing right across the jungle floor before slamming into a tree so hard it splatters into a gory acidic mess, it's blood burning away at the tree. "Threat neutralized.""Well shit, no kidding." You say, standing up and blinking in surprise. You knew Tee-Eight was strong, but not that fucking strong. You turn to look over at Arlo, who's sitting up and clutching his wound while laughing quietly to himself. "Don't suppose either of you two are good at patching someone up?" You ask Wolf and Tee-Eight."Not in the way you'd want." Wolf says, grinning as he pulls out a cigarette and lights it up. Tee-Eight just shakes his head."Great." You kneel down beside Arlo, the man still muttering to his dead squad mates, and examine the wound. "Looks deep, gonna' need to patch you up or send you back to the drop ship." You say, Arlo still not paying attention to you. You snap your fingers in front of him, finally getting him to notice you. "Arlo, you hear me?"He just sighs. "Do what you gotta' do sir, the others boys have already decided on my fate."Fucking hell.>A. Try to patch up Arlo here.(DC 80)>B. Send Arlo back to the drop ship, he's of no use to you right now.>C. Leave the wound as it is, you're just gonna' have to hurry the mission up before he bleeds to death.>D. Write-in
>>2264047>A. Try to patch up Arlo here.(DC 80)
>>2264047>>A. Try to patch up Arlo here.(DC 80)
>>2264047>>D. Write-inHeat up a knife withe the flamethrower and cauterize the wound with the flat of the blade. It'll hurt like hell, but it'll stop him from bleeding to death.
>>2264080Smart plan. That'd be a DC 60.
>>2264080>>2264087Okay, lets do that then.
HOT KNIFE it is.1d100Best of 4.
Rolled 54 (1d100)>>2264120Good rolls coming through
Rolled 47 (1d100)>>2264120
Rolled 41 (1d100)>>2264120
Rolled 57 (1d100)>>2264120gogogo
Well shit.That's not good.Writing.
Rolled 49 (1d100)>>2264143Hey I was the highest roller
>>2264159But you still failed, so it's not like it amounts to much.
Well shit, you're in quite the pickle here. You rack your brain for ideas, and finally it dawns on you that this is one way you could fix up Arlo. "Tee-Eight, hold Arlo still." You order, pulling out your combat knife and holding it over the flame port of the flamethrower, heating it up.Tee-Eight walks over, grabbing Arlo by his arms and holding him in place. After a moment Arlo seems to realize what's happening, and he starts to struggle. "What...what the hell are you doing?" He whimpers, staring at the hot knife."Well Arlo, I'm not that great of a medic, and sending you back to the drop ship by yourself is just asking for you to get jumped by one of these bug fucks. So," You hold the knife up, examining it before moving forward. "I'm gonna' stick this hot fuckin' knife against your wound to stop the bleeding. It's not fun, but you won't die. Ready?""I-" You don't give him a chance to answer, instead you press the blade against his wound, and a sick sizzling sound is heard before Arlo's screams fill the forest. After a few moments the poor bastard passes out, but at least his wound is healed. "Sick, I love it." Wolf says, grinning as he stares down at Arlo's passed out body.You're about to tell him off when you all hear a crashing noise coming from the jungle. A few seconds later and probably the biggest fucking monstrosity you've ever seen comes barreling out into the open, roaring at the four of you. This thing's easily three times the size of Tee-Eight, and by the way your robot friend is clutching his shotgun, you're guessing it might be more than he can handle. "We need to run." He says."Nah," Wolf answers, stepping forward and tossing his combat knife in the air before catching it a few times. "I'm bored out of my fucking mind, and this fucker wants to play. So," Wolf grins. "Let's play.">End>Hope ya'll had fun>Any questions?
>>2264178And of course I forget the image.
>>2264178How did the voices in Arlo's head react to our hot knife plan.Also, are the voices in Arlo's head not real, or is he literally haunted by his dead squad. I know it's a silly question, but we are currently in a squad with a time traveling android and a literal vampire.
>>2264178Welp, at least he cant blow himself up while unconcious. Thanks for running!So, lets say we level up Johnny's Intelligence up to SSS rank, what would that make him? Rick Sanchez? And if we give him SSS rank stealth he turns invisible?
>>2264196>How did the voices in Arlo's head react to our hot knife plan.Also of course the voices are all just in his head, ghosts aren't real.Right?>>2264202Combat(SSS): DoomguyStealth(SSS): BatmanIntelligence(SSS): Stephen Hawking but can walk.
>>2264178this is good in an 80s action way so far keep it up
Glad you guys are liking this. I plan to run again tomorrow for a bit, maybe like 15 hours from now? It's honestly fun coming up with stupidly awesome Xeno ideas.
>>2264393>16 hours laterThe xenos finally got the poor bastard, may god rest his soul.
No thread today, family problems.
>>2265637Sounds like someone escaped the sex dungeon.
Alright let's have a session in thirty minutes.
>We back."Wolf!" You shout, watching as your vampire team mate saunters up to the giant ass gorilla Xenomorph like he's going to ask it to the prom. "Get your fucking ass back here!" Arlo is still passed out in your arms, a result of your quick thinking earlier. Tee-Eight's standing in front of you, gripping his shotty in one hand and the rifle in the other. "Stop with all the whining, fuck you complain more than a jollocks trying to get to the third floor of his house." Wolf says, hopping on top of a upturned stump so that he's mostly eye level with the Xenomorph, who's been watching him the whole time."The fuck is a jollocks?" You ask. Also goddammit you should've put in some time with Wolf on your way here, worked some discipline into this asshole's head."It is a Victorian Era insult, it implies the person is fat and incapable of a basic motor functions." Tee-Eight says. "And again, we should retreat.""Yeah no shit." You tell Tee-Eight, standing up and slinging Arlo on your shoulders. You watch as Wolf gets into a crouched position, tossing the knife back and forth between his hands, before he leaps forward. For being a big fuck the Xenomorph is surprisingly fast. It swipes out at Wolf almost immediately, but the vampire changes course half way through and ends up going underneath the creature, slashing at it with his claws and blade.They don't even make a scratch. "Are you fuckin-OOPH!" Wolf gets caught by the blunt side of the Xenomorph's tail as he tries leaping into the air, sending him crashing into some foliage a few meters away. The Xenomorpoh growls, thick putrid slime flowing out of its mouth and down onto the jungle floor, before it turns and looks at the rest of you.>A. RUN!(80)>B. "Tee-Eight, hold that fucker off!"(60)>C. Drop Arlo and cook this bitch with some napalm.(70)>D. Drop Arlo and start shooting this bitch with the Needler.(40)>E. Write-in
>>2267999>>D. Drop Arlo and start shooting this bitch with the Needler.(40)"Arnie, grab Arlo and head back to the shuttle. We're making a fighting retreat. Wolf, use your FUCKING GUN!"
>>2267999>D. Drop Arlo and start shooting this bitch with the Needler.(40)
>>2267999>>D. Drop Arlo and start shooting this bitch with the Needler.(40)Oh fuck, session now?
Needler it is! Give me that 1d100 fuckers!Best of four.
Rolled 95 (1d100)>>2268053
Rolled 15 (1d100)>>2268053Time for me to critfail
Rolled 42 (1d100)>>2268053
Been long enough we can call it. 95 is a solid number right there.Writing.
"Fuck it." You drop Arlo and whip out the Needler all in one go, walking right past Tee-Eight and aiming the strange alien weapon right at the fuckers face. "Eat this." You squeeze the trigger, unleashing a stream of purple crystals that head straight for the Xenomorph. Some of them actually bounce off his thick carapace, but enough of them manage to embed just enough to stick. You watch as the creature raises its massive hand to swat them off, but a large purplish explosion rockets the jungle floor, knocking you back a bit as it sends out a powerful gust. "Fuck yeah!" You shout, feeling the blood rush get to you."It is not over." Tee-Eight says, putting a damper on your mood. You frown, but see that once the smoke has cleared the Xenomorph is still very much alive, though it's on it's side right now, clutching its face where there's a huge massive scratch. Shit, it didn't even break the carapace. "Another hit from that weapon should be all it needs to break the creatures armor." Before you can respond you see a group of grenades suddenly land right where the Xenomorph is, and another huge explosion rockets through the jungle. It's all you can do to hide behind Tee-Eight as shrapnel zooms by you, one piece hitting you right in the fucking cheek. "GODDAMMIT WOLF!"Wolf stands up, looking beat up like a motherfucker, and starts running to wards the Xenomorph at speeds you didn't even know were possible for a human, but then again he isn't really human is he? The grenades didn't seem to do anything to the beast but stun it, so when Wolf slams into it's hard black body, the Xenomorpoh actually catches him before slamming him into the jungle floor multiple times. You can hear multiple bones breaking before the beast stops, staring at Wolf's broken body as it opens it's mouth, revealing a secondary mouth shooting in and out.>A. Try for another Needler barrage. Wolf might get hit though.(50)>B. "Tee-Eight! Knock that fucker off Wolf!"(70)>C. Barbecue this bitch.(65)>D. Grab Arlo's rifle and start shooting, at least get it's attention off Wolf.(60)>E. Write-in
>>2268078>B. "Tee-Eight! Knock that fucker off Wolf!"(70)
>>2268078>>B. "Tee-Eight! Knock that fucker off Wolf!"(70)
Rolled 77 (1d100)>>2268088
Rolled 9 (1d100)>>2268088
Rolled 45 (1d100)>>2268088
Rolled 94 (1d100)>>2268088
Rolled 70, 71, 67, 23 = 231 (4d100)Good job fellas.Now ignore these rolls. Time to see how the other squad is handling their problem.
"Tee-Eight! Knock that fucker off Wolf!" You order. "Affirmative." Tee-Eight responds, rushing forward. Every step he takes sounds heavy and mean, which is probably what stops the Xenomorph from chowing down on Wolf's face and turn to see what's coming. It doesn't get very long before Tee-Eight slams into it, knocking it off Wolf. Tee-Eight doesn't stop there though, he keeps rushing the monster even after it stands back up, tackling it and grappling its stomach with those big strong hands of his. Tee-Eight's at enough of an angle that the Xenomorph is having a hard time slashing at him.You rush over to Wolf, rolling him off onto his back and nearly jump back in surprise. "Shit!" You scream, pointing your Needler at Wolf's distorted looking face.Wolf just laughs up at you, then frowns at the pain it causes him. "Ahaha, what's the matter, never seen a vampire up close?" You look over the rest of Wolf's body, noticing the broken bones and the blood everywhere."Wolf you stupid fuck, why'd you go and tackle that thing by yourself." You shake your head, trying to figure out exactly what to do here. Wolf laughs again. "Thought I could take it, would've too if the black fuck hadn't gotten a lucky hit on me." He groans with pain, before his eyes turn a slight yellowish color as he looks up at you, his thick brow frowning. "I need blood, if I can get some blood I can get back in the fight.""How much?" You ask, slightly worried."A lot." He answers, then grins, showing off those fangs. "But don't worry, it wouldn't be enough to kill you." Then he looks over at Arlo's body. "Or him.">A. Let Wolf drink from you.(80)>B. Let Wolf drink from Arlo.>C. "No, you're fucked up enough as it is. Stay down."(90)>D. Write-in
>>2268120>B. Let Wolf drink from Arlo.Arlo is out of this fight anyway.
>>2268120>A. Let Wolf drink from you.(80)
>>2268120A bit from me and a bit from him
>>2268132I can go with this
A bit from both wins.DC for this is easy. 50.
Rolled 23 (1d100)>>2268145
Rolled 13 (1d100)>>2268145
Rolled 36 (1d100)>>2268145
Rolled 25 (1d100)>>2268145
>>2268150>>2268151>>2268152>>2268157This...is not going to end well.
>>2268150>>2268151>>2268152>>2268157Wow, we are so bad.
"You're gonna' take a bit from me and then you're gonna' take a bit from Arlo over there, got it?" You say, still not liking the look in Wolf's eyes."Yeah yeah fine, just hurry it up." He says, reaching out for your hand. Before you can even stop him he slashes your wrist with one of his fingernails, and starts sucking on the flow of blood that comes pouring out."Shit." You groan, feeling like you've got a goddamn vacuum cleaner with hooks sucking on your wrist. At least he went across the tracks and not down them. You watch in amazement though as the worst of Wolf's injuries start to heal up before your very eyes. "Wolf that's enough." You try pushing him off, but he's regained too much strength and isn't letting go. "WOLF LET GO!" You try once again to shove him off, and this time he reaches out, grabbing you by the throat and pinning you to the jungle floor, sucking more and more blood out of you. You can feel yourself getting weaker by the moment. With his hand wrapped around your throat, you can't even call out for help. The only thing close by is Wolf's combat knife, the Needler, and your flamethrower.>A. Stab Wolf with the knife.(70)>B. Shoot him with the Needler.(60)>C. Burn him with the flamethrower.(40)>D. Do nothing, he'll probably stop before he kills you.(94)>E. Knee him in the balls.(???)>F. Write-in
>>2268172>>D. Do nothing, he'll probably stop before he kills you.(94)
>>2268172>E. Knee him in the balls.(???)
>>2268172>>E. Knee him in the balls.(???)If we can't roll high on THIS, then I dont know what the problem is.
>>2268172>>B. Shoot him with the Needler.(60)Why did we pick him
>>2268182People assumed that everyone they picked wouldn't actually bring any problems along with them.
>>2268172>>F. Write-in"My grandma's black."That should get his racist ass to stop sucking.
>>2268191THIS HOLY SHIT THATS GENIUS
>>2268176>>2268178>>2268191>>2268193These win.Give me a 1d100 to determine how effective this is.
Rolled 14 (1d100)>>2268197
Rolled 91 (1d100)>>2268197Will I crit?
Rolled 44 (1d100)>>2268197
Rolled 5 (1d100)>>2268197
Rolled 84 (1d100)>>2268197
Okay, good job.But now comes a hard decision.>A. Kill Wolf>B. Leave him and try to help Tee-Eight
>>2268207>>B. Leave him and try to help Tee-Eight
>>2268207>>A. Kill Wolf
Leave him it is.Writing.
Killing him outright would be too much of a fucking problem right now, so you decide to do the next best thing. Hurt his racist fucking pride. "You know my grandma's black right?" You manage to squeeze out.Wolf immediately releases his hold on your wrist, looking up at you in surprise. "She's wha-"You don't give him any time thought, as you slam your knee right into his undead nuts. You're pretty sure you just smashed one of them completely too, given the way he rolls off you and starts crying in pain while he cups his crotch. You hop up, feeling dizzy from the blood loss. You look down at Wolf one last time, contemplating killing the fucker, but just shake your head and go and try and help Tee-Eight as much as you can.You make it over there, shooting the best with the flamethrower and causing the gorilla Xenomorph to jump back in surprise, it trying to wipe off as much as the napalm as possible. Tee-Eight turns to face you, part of his skin having been torn off and revealing the endoskeleton underneath. "Jesus you look back." You comment."I have been through worse. We must kill this creature now MacReady." Tee-Eight says, watching as the beast tumbles around the jungle floor. "Your Needler is the only thing capable of putting it down it seems.""Damn right." You say, holstering the flamethrower and bringing out the Needler. You take a step forward, aiming carefully at the flailing beast before you unleash another wave of crystals at it. You hit the same spot as before, this time even more crystals are able to embed themselves into the once thick carapace. A few seconds later and there's another explosion, followed by a rain of gory acidic blood and guts. Tee-Eight pushes you back slightly, just in time to avoid getting hit by a huge splat of the stuff. "Fuckin' finally." You turn around, the two of you heading back to Wolf who's still on the ground, groaning in pain. "Got what you deserved. Tee-Eight, watch over him and make sure he doesn't try to bite me okay?""Affirmative." Tee-Eight responds, standing closely by Wolf and watching him with that one red eye showing.You make your way over to Arlo and...shit. "You gotta' be fucking kidding me." Wrapped around Arlo's neck, hissing at you angrily, is another variant of a Xenomorph, one that looks like a snake. You watch as the spit dripping down from it's fangs hits part of Arlo's cheek, burning it with a sizzle.Shit just got complicated.>END>Hope ya'll had fun>Any questions?
>>2268257>EasyWell at least this gives us a chance to work out the kinks in our team. If we survive.
>>2264218>Stealth(SSS): BatmanDon't you mean Richard b. Riddick?
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=R.J.%20MacReadyArchive is up, vote and be merry.
>>2269949Next session when?