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“Matt, you better have slept last night.”

You tinker away at the old radio, sipping on a freshly made cup of coffee, warm at the touch. “Nope. I'm almost finished working on this thing. Then maybe we can get some music playing in this trash-can again.”

You feel the heel of a boot driving into your back. A black beard comes into the top of your view as the man attached to it leans down over you. “How many times do I have to tell you? My dear sweet Maribelle is a beauty, not a trashcan. Besides, aren't you forgetting something, Matty? A certain little mechanic's birthday?”

Matthew Millar. Seventeen-no, eighteen years old. Mechanic aboard the two man smugglers vessel known as Maribelle. The man who pilots this bucket of bolts is Crooks, a veteran smuggler... and in a way, your father. He didn't sire you, but he was the one who found a fatherless young baby and took him in. Your real birthday was likely several months ago at least. Crooks has just been counting since the day he discovered little Matt Millar. And despite the fact that you've spent the last eighteen years at his side, he's still just Crooks. You've never learned his real name.

Crooks saunters over to the pilots chair and sits comfortably, grabbing the percolator and pouring out the remaining last drips of morning coffee. “How much did you have last night?”

“Not enough,” you reply, closing the front casing of the radio. “Time to test this baby.”

You switch on the radio, and adjust the frequency to hit one of the more well known Athens fleet music stations.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sonLd-32ns4

“Change it,” Crooks demands as soon as the song begins.

You let out a chuckle. “You really hate classical that much? Well, I fixed the radio, I get to pick the music. Hey Crooks, where we heading today?”

“You already know. It's your eighteenth birthday.”

“Yeah, but I want to hear it.”

Crooks stares at you, before rolling his eyes. “Alright, kid. We're docking in at Agora, right in the market district. I know a guy who managed to acquire some prototypes from an Athens lab, and we're going to install you with that biochip you've wanted since you were this tall and you're finally old enough for. That sound like a good birthday to you?”

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“You know me too well cap'n,” you give a smirking salute. “But if we could also get pizza and hang out at the arcade, that'd be good too.”

A biochip all to yourself... what a happy day this is. Biochips are implants first developed in the days of the fifth emperor, designed to manipulate the genes within the users body and grant them a new, unique ability. Even to this day, that kind of tech is incredibly rare, afforded only to high-ranking officers in each of the three kingdoms. Crooks has one, another little mystery of his. Allows him to fire out and regrow the joints of his finger bones like bullets. It sounds gross, because it is, but Crooks is plenty happy with that. In the eyes of a smuggler, it serves as the ultimate concealed weapon... and saves him credits on ammo.

Whether it's the excitement or the coffee, your foot is tapping wildly as Crooks pulls the chip into the docking bay of the Agora vessel. Known as the shopping capital of the Athens fleet, there's plenty of... let's representatives from the Han ready to sell their ill-gotten gains. You and Crooks prepare your forged passports to enter, and Crooks leads you to the meeting place.

There, you encounter a rather burly man with shades and a hat, with briefcase in hand. “Yo Crooks, this the kid?”

Crooks places his hand on your shoulder and gives a reaffirming not. “Sure is, Buddy.”

Buddy nods in turn and opens the briefcase to reveal a small implant chip. “I'm surprised you waited this long to get the kid one of his own. I heard you've been lugging him around for eighteen years now.”

“Yeah,” Crooks replies. “And he couldn't have one until now.”

“Worried about the law?” Buddy laughs.

“Worried about his health,” Crooks points out. “Still developing bodies can't handle the changes. I don't want to kill my mechanic.”

Buddy nods. “Well, you're in luck. This comes fresh from a recent raid on the lab of Grand Tactician Metis herself. The head of biochip engineering, so what we have here is a top of the line, ahead of the curve product!”

“Nice!” you exclaim, excited. “What does it do?”

Buddy shrugs.

“What, you don't know?!” you yell.

“Like I said,” Buddy repeats. “It's brand new, top of the line. Meaning it wasn't labelled. But you can tell it was awfully special. Besides, a biochip is a biochip, you gonna complain?”

He makes a fair point, it's still a biochip. And the idea of a brand new model is more intriguing than you could have imagined... still, you would have liked to know exactly the kind of ability you're getting before you implant it. You might have trouble even activating it when you're not sure what it is you're even activating.

“It's up to you,” Crooks points out. “This wasn't easy to get, but if you aren't happy with it, you don't need to take it.”

>Pass up my birthday gift? Nah, I like to gamble. Let's do this.
>Ehh... sorry, Crooks. I'll pass for now. What's waiting another year?

>>2369801
>Pass up my birthday gift? Nah, I like to gamble. Let's do this.

>>2369801
>Pass up my birthday gift? Nah, I like to gamble. Let's do this.
DID SOMEONE SAY MYSTERY BOX

>>2369801
>Pass up my birthday gift? Nah, I like to gamble. Let's do this.

>>2369801
>>Pass up my birthday gift? Nah, I like to gamble. Let's do this.
No risk, no reward

>>2369801
>Pass up my birthday gift? Nah, I like to gamble. Let's do this.
Oh boy new BookerMan Quest

>>2369801

>Pass up my birthday gift? Nah, I like to gamble. Let's do this.

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>>2369801
>Pass up my birthday gift? Nah, I like to gamble. Let's do this.

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>>2369821
>What could possibly go wrong?

Calling for
>Pass up my birthday gift? Nah, I like to gamble. Let's do this.

Writing now.

Camelot best kingdom. Don't @ me

>>2369845
@ anon
We don't know that yet

>literal finger guns

I like Crooks already.

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>Pass up my birthday gift? Nah, I like to gamble. Let's do this.

Crooks smirks. "Look at the birthday boy, trying to sound cool. Well, I can promise nothing will go wrong. Buddy, hand me the chip."

Buddy pulls the Biochip from the case and hands it over to Crooks, who rolls up your sleeve. "Okay Matty, don't squirm. This can hurt, but only as much as getting inoculated. So don't be a baby."

You nod and hold your exposed arm out as Crooks presses the chip against the lower part of your forearm. The chip seems to react at the touch as it pokes into the flesh, and slowly begins to insert itself further. You grimace due to the strange stinging sensation as the chip slides all the way under your flesh, closing up the wound behind it. And like that, it's gone.

"That's it?" you ask.

Crooks nods. "Yep, that's all it took. Give it a few seconds and it should be working."

"Okay..." you reply. "But... how does it work. I don't even know what it's supposed to do. How do I... work it?"

"There's not exactly an instruction manual," Crooks explains. "Look, just concentrate. You know your own body better than anyone, if you focus, you'll feel the changes."

Changes? You don't really feel any different right now. But okay... you shut your eyes closed and begin to focus. Though, considering you don't know what power lies within that chip, you should stop concentrating if you feel like you're going to explode or something. Deep breaths, clear head, here it goes... wait, you can feel something. It's faint, but... if you just focus your mind.

Your focus is broken by the sounds of snorting laughter. Your eyes open, and you see Crooks and Buddy looking away and snickering.

"What?" you ask.

"Just... look," Crooks chuckles, as he points to your finger. Your eyes dart down, and from the tip of your index finger has sprouted... a tiny white-petalled plant?

"The hell is this?" you ask.

Crooks chuckles. "Sorry Matt, it's just a flower. I guess that biochip was a dud, or a work in progress."

"A flower..." you mutter. You've never seen a flower outside of a textbook before. You know some of the capital fleet ships have greenhouses to keep plantlife, but you've never been. It's... a lot prettier in person.

Crooks lets out a sigh as he notices you staring. "Agh, I'm sorry Matt. Guess this gift was a bust... I should have gotten a more reliable source."

>Yeah, you really should have. This sucks.
>It's okay Crooks, thanks for the gift.
>I don't know... I kinda like it.

>>2369855
>>I don't know... I kinda like it.

>>2369855
>It's okay Crooks, thanks for the gift.

>>2369855
>I don't know... I kinda like it.

>>2369855
>I don't know... I kinda like it.

>>2369855
>>I don't know... I kinda like it.

>>2369855
>It's okay Crooks, thanks for the gift.

>Everyone's looking for a sustainable planet in the quest
>Crooks and Buddy unknowingly stole a fucking Terraforming biochip
Jesus fucking Christ what have we done?

>>2369855
>I don't know... I kinda like it.
Having flower powers might seem useless now, but it might come in handy later down the line. We're in space after all.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2nBe19Wte9M

Guess we need to change our occupation from smuggler mechanic to smuggler botanists, what with our new green thumb and all

>We can make plants
Sooooooooooo space drug production and smuggling?

>>2369869
We're going to be the most wanted man in the Galaxy in less than a week.

>>2369855

> I don't know... I kinda like it.

>>2369869
>Jesus fucking Christ what have we done?
We will never be short on flowers for wooing the ladies now

>I don't know... I kinda like it.
Feel like being a dick to our adoptive father wouldn't be a great choice. Besides, us being the protagonist, it's probably some sort of uber biochip with weird superpowers or some such. I also feel like someone's going to come after us for it.

What do biochips do exactly under normal circumstances, by the way? Some sort of physical enhancement?

>>2369855
>It's okay Crooks, thanks for the gift.

Guess we Law of Ueki now...

>>2369869
This will be quite the fun adventure. Secret base won't be so secret. Look for tbe national park on the barren planet.

Calling for
>I don't know... I kinda like it.

Writing now.

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>I don't know... I kinda like it.

"You like it?" Buddy snorts. "If you say so, buddy. I've already been paid. Your mechanic's got some... interesting tastes."

Crooks shakes his head and pulls you by the arm. "Come on, Matt. We've got another stop to make."

"What's that?" you ask.

Crooks chuckles. "Your mind was really on the biochip and that's it, huh? Look, there's another ritual to celebrate turning eighteen. We're going to Dino's. Time for your first drink."

Dino's is Crooks favourite bar in Agora. He always makes sure to stop in once or twice anytime he's buying or selling. According to him, the beer tastes like swill. He only really likes it for two things. The music, and-

"Dot!" Crooks gives a dumb grin as he waves over his favourite waitress. She smiles in turn as she approaches the table.

"Well if it isn't the two starfarers!" she exclaims, carrying a tray of dirty glasses. "Matty, a little birdy told me someone finally hit the big one-eight."

"Officially, yeah..." you smile.

Dot smirks as she leans over the table. "It all gets serious from here. I'm only two years ahead of you, but I'm still having a crisis with that two in front of my age."

"You two are making me feel like an old geezer!" Crooks protests.

"Well, aren't you?" Dot smirks.

Crooks chuckles and leans back in his chair. "So Dot, when are you finally going to give up this job and run away with us. You know, elope? See the stars?"

Dot shakes her head. "And there it is, the hundredth time I've heard that from you! Unfortunately you don't get a prize for hearing this a hundred times... no thanks. I've seen as much of the stars as I'll ever want to."

"Well, I'll always be waiting," Crooks winks. "Not like I've got many ladies on the go."

"Charming," Dot mutters. "Anyway, I'll take your orders in a moment. There's a pretty big party right behind you-hey, cut that out!"

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Dot sets the trays atop the bar counter as she notices two patrons roughhousing taking a more violent turn. Drunkards. Dot doesn't waste time in striding up to the two men, rolling up her sleeves. "Okay fellas, get that crap outta here!"

"Out of the way girly!" one of the men yells, "You're gonna get hurt."

Dot lets out a sigh as she places one hand on her hips, and holds the other out. Within a second, both brawling men are sent flying back after hitting an invisible force propelling outwards. They fall back onto the bar floor unconscious, as the satisfied Dot returns to behind the counter.

Name: Dot
Biochip Class: WHITE ANGEL

Dot's Biochip allows her to create a forcefield, strong enough to deflect bullets and blaster fire, anywhere within ten feet of herself. She is also capable of healing the wounds of those she touches.

POWER: E
SPEED: B
DURABILITY: A
PRECISION: C
RANGE: C
POTENTIAL: C


Crooks chuckles as he leans back in his chair. "Now, what's a lowly waitress in Agora doing with a Biochip like that? All the more reason to elope-"

"Cut it out," you reply. "You're not the kind of guy to chase after girls half your age. You're just interesting in finding out her secret."

Crooks leans over. "Aren't you?"

>The only people in the universe I care about are you and me.
>Of course I'm interested in her! Uh, her secret that is.
>I don't trust people with secrets. I wouldn't want her around on our ship.

>>2369930
>>I don't trust people with secrets. I wouldn't want her around on our ship.
>>The only people in the universe I care about are you and me.

Fucking hell Dot, way to wreck 'em

>>2369930
>The only people in the universe I care about are you and me.
Hey Space Fem Hiro

>>2369930
>The only people in the universe I care about are you and me.
We /y/ now..

>>2369930
>Of course I'm interested in her! Uh, her secret that is.
Even before our first beer we flub. Whoops...

>>2369930
>I don't trust people with secrets. I wouldn't want her around on our ship.
>The only people in the universe I care about are you and me.
Disregard waifus, acquire cargo for smuggling.

>>2369930
>Of course I'm interested in her! Uh, her secret that is.

>>2369930
>The only people in the universe I care about are you and me.

>>2369930

> The only people in the universe I care about are you and me.

>>2369930
>>I don't trust people with secrets. I wouldn't want her around on our ship.
So we have Fem!Hiro. Does our plant powers give us regen a la Stranger?

>>2369940
>In b4 we have to smuggle her out as cargo due to MYSTERIOUS PAST

Sorry for the brief delay. Calling for
>The only people in the universe I care about are you and me.

Writing now.

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>The only people in the universe I care about are you and me.

"Aw, well ain't that sweet!" Crooks smirks as her ruffles your hair. "But it's a big universe out there. You can't go about thinking about only two people. At least include Maribelle in that count!"

"Maribelle's a ship," you reply.

"She's family!" Crooks replies. "You grew up in her! She's like your mother in a way."

You don't want to wrap your head around that mental image. Luckily, you don't have to, as a hand slams down on your table. You look up to see a man decked in a black tracksuit with a pair of goggles resting on his forehead. "Interesting quirk..." he mutters, before turning to the two of you. "Long time no see, Crooks."

"Fuji..." Crooks mutters.

Crooks looks uncomfortable, but Fuji doesn't even blink. His eyes remain focused on the two of you, and his voice is calm and cold. "It feels like you haven't been in contact with Kingpin Dong for a while now," Fuji states. "And yet you're content to make use of all the contacts you've gained from him. Thinking of retirement?"

"Not on your life," Crooks replies. "Smuggler until I die."

"That doesn't exclude an early retirement," Fuji fires back, before turning his head to you. "And this must be... Matthew, right? You've certainly been happy to keep him away from us."

"Why would Dong need to meet my mechanic?" Crooks replies, as calm as can be. "Matt doesn't need to be involved in this stuff."

Fuji stares at you, his eyes piercing into you, before looking back at Crooks. "Very well. Enjoy your drinks."

Fuji steps out of the bar, and looks both ways before calmly moving to the right down the pathway.That guy... he must work under Kingpin Dong, the biggest crime boss in the galaxy. Pretty much all of the Han is trapped under the influence of that grubby fat slug of a man.

"That was odd..." you comment, before turning your head back to Crooks. He's... shaking. "We should order-"

"We need to go," Crooks interrupts, quickly rising from his chair.

Dot arrives just in time to be confused by the comment. "You need to go?" she asks. "What's up, I just convinced my uncle to pour you a free pint to celebrate-"

"Look, it's nothing that concerns you," Crooks explains as he drops some credits on the table. "Here's your tip. Great service as always. Matt, let's go."

Huh? What's gotten in to him?

>It seems important, better just shut up and follow him.
>Hang on, what's going on? Who was that guy?

>>2369976
>It seems important, better just shut up and follow him.

>Making us miss our free booze
YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS FUJI

>>2369976
>It seems important, better just shut up and follow him.

>>2369976
>It seems important, better just shut up and follow him.

>>2369976
>Hang on, what's going on? Who was that guy?
Dad whats wrong?

>>2369976
>It seems important, better just shut up and follow him.
Better follow the lead of the guy who's survived being a smuggler long enough to raise us, he's says shut up and go we gonna shut up and go

Calling for
>It seems important, better just shut up and follow him.

Writing now.

>>2369976
>>It seems important, better just shut up and follow him.
I don't think we need a fight before we even know what our chip really does

>>2369976
So....many....potential.....jokes....

>>2370015
Make them at your peril...I hear he makes people choke on jokes like that...

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>It seems important, better just shut up and follow him.

You take a step forward, as Dot looks concerned. "Wait, what's going on? Hey, wait!"

You continue on, following directly behind Crooks as the two of you walk right out of Dino's Bar. You don't say a word as you follow behind him. If someone is to speak first, it'll be Crooks.

The two of you make your way down the pathway in the opposite direction that Fuji just left.

"That man works with Kingpin Dong," Crooks explains. "Long story short, he's after us. He just went to get friends."

Well, Crooks knows how to keep every disaster as succinct as possible. You have to give him that, despite his many, many other failures.

As you make your way through the market, Crooks holds his arm out and stops you in your tracks. "Dammit..."

"What now?" you ask as you look forward to see several officers in green suits marching forward. Crap, someone high-ranking from Athens must be nearby. Sure enough, some bigshot in armour and a cape walks ahead of the pack, addressing some of the shopkeeps.

"May I have your attention, sirs," he explains. "My name is Simon, general and peacekeeper of Athens, and I am here on direct business from President Apollo. It has come to my attention that restricted prototype equipment has been stolen by Han criminals and is being sold in this very marketplace. Can you point me in the direction of any shady individuals?"

"Crap..." Crooks mutters, turning around. "Good news is we're not the only shady folk here by a long shot. Let's just move back, get onto Maribelle, and fly the hell out of... what are you doing here?"

You turn around to see Dot standing before the two of you, a tray in her hands. "Well, you two left so suddenly... uncle Dino said I should give you your drinks to go."

"Get back to the bar," Crooks warns her. "You don't want to be anywhere near us right now."

"Huh?" she raises an eyebrow. "Why not?"

Just as she speaks, she gets her answer. In the form of a loud explosion from behind. Something detonated, and the force is enough to send all of you toppling over into various market stalls. You pick yourselves up and see the source of the blast. Fuji, accompanied by a group of other Han ruffians, outside of Dino's bar now up in flames. They didn't even bother to check if you were in there, they just torched it up.

Dot stares wide-eyed in shock at the wreckage. "Uncle Dinooooo!" she screams, before grabbing your by the hand. "We... we have to save him! My uncle's in there!"

She pulls you forward, but Crooks grabs you by the free hand and pulls you back. "Sorry kid, but he's already gone. There's some bad guys who won't hesitate to shoot you that way, and it's gonna get swarmed by those Athens guards right now. We need to get back to Maribelle and escape!"

>We can't abandon Dot's uncle! We can rush in and help while the mobsters and officers are busy fighting!
>Crook's is right, it's too late. You need to think about your own safety, Dot.

>>2370024
>We can't abandon Dot's uncle! We can rush in and help while the mobsters and officers are busy fighting!

>>2370024
>Crook's is right, it's too late. You need to think about your own safety, Dot.
We're smugglers not heros

>>2370024
We're smugglers, not assholes. Seems like this is our fault anyways, if we're being realistic. May as well try and fix our screwup, even if he's almost 100% dead.

>>2370024
>We can't abandon Dot's uncle! We can rush in and help while the mobsters and officers are busy fighting!
If he says no...well there you go.

>>2370024
>>Crook's is right, it's too late. You need to think about your own safety, Dot.
Like we said, we only care about us and Crooks

>>2370024
Time for an inventory check, we have:

>A guy whose trump card is a stealth weapon that can only take out 1, maybe 2 people by surprise.
>A girl armed with a tray and a forcefield that would only be able to, again, deal with 1 or 2 people attacking.
>And we have flower powers.

Taking all this into consideration the obvious answer is:

>Crook's is right, it's too late. You need to think about your own safety, Dot.

>>2370024
>Crook's is right, it's too late. You need to think about your own safety, Dot.
I guess the bar blowing up counts as hometown destroyed in the cliche list.

Calling for
>Crooks is right, it's too late. You need to think about your own safety, Dot.

Writing now.

>>2370043
>Making fun of flower powers
https://youtu.be/Tad1Spgi9-A

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>Crooks is right, it's too late. You need to think about your own safety, Dot.

Dot looks back at the flaming wreckage of the bar, before looking back at you. "We... we have to...

"Dot... I'm sorry," you state, looking into her eyes. You're gentle, but matter-of-fact in your statement. "But you know there's nothing the three of us can do. Your uncle is gone, and you could be in danger too if we don't start moving."

Dot's eyes dart downward as her grip around your wrist loosens. "Okay... I know. Let's go."

You give a forlorn nod as the three of you turn around... only to be barrelled into by some marching Athens officers, knocking you back into a clothing stall, you pick yourself up and try to remove the scarves you've found yourself wrapped in before pressing on with the others. From then on, it's chaos. Athens guards combating the mobsters, screaming everywhere, stampeding in the marketplace. A bullet flies by and grazes your hand as you run, but Dot is quick on the scene, placing her fingers on the back of your hand, as her biochip ability closes the wound.

"Thanks," you mutter.

"No problem," Dot replies in a sad tone. "Is that a flower?"

"Don't ask."

The three of you press on, when from behind the corner of one of the stalls pop out another Han mobster, rifle in hand. "Where do ya think you're-"

He doesn't finish his sentence before being taken down with a bone joint to the head, flying at the speed of a bullet and piercing through his skull. Crooks raises his finger to his mouth and mimics blowing it out like a gun from the olden days.

Name: Crooks
Biochip Class: BONE SOLDIER

Crooks' biochip allows him to shoot the bone joints in his fingers as if they were bullets at a target. These bones will regrow after a cooldown period, operating as the ultimate concealed weapon.

POWER: C
SPEED: B
DURABILITY: D
PRECISION: B
RANGE: B
POTENTIAL: E


"Good shot," you remark. "If not disgusting."

"Don't celebrate yet," Crooks replies. "There's men scattered all over the place. Fuji came prepared."

They must be after the prototype biochip, as useless as it is. It's the only reason they would have brought this many guys for the sake of two smugglers.

"Two more ahead," Crooks states, pointing them out. Standing guard by the place where you met Buddy... and there's Buddy in a pile of blood. Two needless deaths already today, if not more. "How should I do this?"

>Go in guns blazing, we don't have time to waste.
>Can you line up a shot to hit both at once?
>Dot, how well can your forcefield hold up to blaster fire?

>>2370080
>Can you line up a shot to hit both at once?

>>2370080
>>Go in guns blazing, we don't have time to waste
C'mon Flower Boy, use those powers

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>2370080
>Can you line up a shot to hit both at once?
Warming up the dice, let's see if we're competent or not.

>>2370080
>>Can you line up a shot to hit both at once?
Leave it to the cap.

>>2370080
>Can you line up a shot to hit both at once?
If only we had the ability to grow a giant redwood to cover our back when we barrel through.

>>2370080
>>Can you line up a shot to hit both at once?
Ayyyy im here to vote now book
Heres to this quest eventually getting a hundred threads and killing us all inside slowly!

Calling for
>Can you line up a shot to hit both at once?

https://pastebin.com/efKVVsFb

This relies on Crooks' PRECISION (B), so Roll 2d20, and take the best result.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>2370101
Oooh biy.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2370101
OK BOI

>>2370101

Rolled 16, 15 = 31 (2d20)

>>2370101

Rolled 15, 19 = 34 (2d20)

>>2370101

Rolled 18, 4 = 22 (2d20)

>>2370101

Rolled 12, 20 = 32 (2d20)

>>2370101
Ok let’s try this again

Calling for
>15 (DEFINITE SUCCESS)

>>2370111
>>2370114
>>2370116

Whoops, my bad on muddling the rolling rules. I understand the confusion in writing 2d20, and taking the best result.

To clarify, the more accurate description is 1d20, best of the first two rolls.

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>15 (DEFINITE SUCCESS)

"Can I?" Crooks chuckles. "You know me, Matty boy."

Crooks looks out beyond the stall he's hiding behind and spots the two mobsters. Timing his move, he leaps out from behind the stall, pointing out his middle finger. Picking the right moment as he falls to the ground he fires, the bone bullet piercing through the skulls of both men, collapsing to the ground as Crooks does.

"Now, how about that?" Crooks smirks as he picks himself off the ground. "Come on, let's get moving."

The three of you rush on, getting closer to the docking bay. It's absolute chaos in the marketplace, but you're thankful that the Athens officers have the majority of the mobsters under control. You hear more blasts in the background, but you dare not look back.

The docking bay is within your line of sight when you pick up the pace. "Almost there!" you yell to the others. "Let's go-WHOOOA!"

You feel yourself being lifted off your feet, like you were hit with the force of a turbine's propulsions from the side, blowing you into the air and causing you to crash into another nearby stall. Looks like Crooks and Dot meet the same fate. You groan and pick yourself up from the destruction, to see none other than Fuji standing before you.

"You seem to be in a hurry," Fuji states in his cold manner, his goggles over his eyes as you notice that the massive gust that took you off your feet seems to have come from his hands. Oh... great.

Name: Fuji
Biochip Class: BECOME THE WIND

Fuji's biochip allows him to expel the gusts similar to a tornado from the palm of his hands, causing a large amount of destruction to his surroundings.

POWER: A
SPEED: B
DURABILITY: D
PRECISION: E
RANGE: C
POTENTIAL: E


You groan in pain as Fuji stands over you. "Dong didn't care if I killed you or brought you back," Fuji explains. "Though he did offer a bonus for the latter. Now that I have the chance I might as well take it."

He's here for... you? Just you, huh?

>You can't take the biochip, I've already used it!
>What do you want from me?

>>2370154
>>What do you want from me?
GIVE THEM NOTHING
WE HAVE THE RIGHT TO A LAYWER

>>2370154
>What do you want from me?

>>2370154
>"Whatever Dong wants from me he isn't getting it"
>Alright BioChip it's Now or never, Use the damn thing

>>2370154
>What do you want from me?

>>2370154
>>What do you want from me?

>>2370154
>What do you want from me?

Almost time to debut the power of flowers...but lets be cagey.

>>2370154
>>You can't take the biochip, I've already used it!

>>2370163
I can't wait to find out more about our stan-biochip

>>2370163
>Almost time to debut the power of flowers.
Calamity HayFever Gooooooooo

Calling for
>What do you want from me?

Writing now.

>>2370167
Time for all anons to study bottany to figure out all the cool shit we can do.

>>2370183
DRUGS DRUGS DRUGS DRUGS

>>2370183
We'll photosynthesize like The End. It's gonna be great.

>>2370183
I mean there's that one torture method where you tie someone down and make bamboo grow underneath them and it grows through them.

That could be fun.

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>What do you want from me?

Fuji approaches closer, tilting his head. "You mean you don't know already? Hmm... it seems your friend Crooks has never told you."

"Told me what?" you ask.

"Where you're from," Fuji explains. "Who you are. Your identity is valuable."

Crooks rises to his feet and holds out his ring finger. "Okay that's enough!"

Crooks fires twice, using the remaining joints in his right hand, but Fuji simply holds his hand out, blowing the bones and Crooks back several feet.

"Crooks!" you call out in concern for your captain, before instinctively holding your hand out. Of course, nothing happens but a few more flowers sprout from your hand, wrapping around your fingers. This is useless.

Fuji looks back at you. "I see you won't come quietly. But I will be taking that bounty for Kingpin Dong."

He holds his hand out, ready to blast you with a gust of wind. The gust comes out, but Dot covers you, leaping to your side and holding up her forcefield. She strains in pain, and ultimately isn't able to contain to force of Fuji's attack, as the force breaks through her shield and sends he flying.

"Dot!" you call out in dear again. Dammit... if you don't do something, he's going to kill them. He's only after you, so it's on you to keep Crooks and Dot out of harms way.

>Run.
>Concentrate.

>>2370208
I feel like thats a "You Killed Crooks" offence.

Personally I want to use giant redwoods for shields/battering rams. And Mangrove trees for restraints/prisons.

>>2370210
>Concentrate

>>2370210
>Concentrate.

>>2370210
>Run.
For the love of all that's fucking holy don't let Fuji and Dong find out we can (probably) terraform a planet.

>>2370210
>>Concentrate.

>>2370210
>>Concentrate.
TIME TO PROVE HOW OP WE ARE

ALSO WE ARE THE FUCKING CHOSEN ONE

>>2370210
>Concentrate.

Wish I could vote more but great read so far dude.

>>2370210
>Concentrate

>>2370210
>>Concentrate.
It's time to activate [*Insert music referance*]

>>2370210
>Concentrate

Calling for
>Concentrate.

Roll 1d20, Best of 3.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>2370232

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2370232

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>>2370233
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>2370232

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>>2370233
>First roll as Matt
>A fucking Nat 1
My fucking sides

>>2370233
Thank the dice gods this is bo3 and Booker doesn't do crit fails

>>2370210
>>Concentrate.

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>>2370233
>>2370234
>>2370238

>>2370233
>>2370234
>>2370238
Not exactly inspiring confidence here.

Much to learn young padawan...

>>2370233
I expected no less.

Great thread Booker shame it had to end so soon.

>>2370247
I don't know about the thread, I have a feeling Crooks might be ending soon tho.

I leave for a couple of hours and suddenly the first waifu is going to die, oh well.

>>2370248
>>2370249
>Crooks' dying in the first thread
Looks like the first thing we're smuggling in the quest is his corpse.

>>2370250
>Mentor
>Knows MC secret past
>Too cool to live
He was on borrowed time, he was gonna die sooner or later.

>>2370024
>Crook's is right, it's too late. You need to think about your own safety, Dot.

>>2370250
Believe me, I'd be happy to be proven wrong.

>>2370255
super on time my dude

>>2370255
My Time traveling friend I think you overshot your destination

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>9 (MODERATE FAILURE)

Come on, this damn biochip has to do something... you just need to focus, you need to bring out all of your power. It needs to do... something...

You strain and concentrate, as roots begin to sprout out of your wrists, slowly writhing along the floor, growing out more and more. But they're too slow, too ineffective. What are some roots going to do against this man?

Fuji looks down at the roots, unimpressed, before looking back up at you and holding his arm out, blasting you with another gust of wind, juggling you through the air before slamming you down to the ground. You feel a bone break upon your landing. Not good... not good at all...

Fuji is cool and confident as ever as he takes as step forward... and trips. Only slightly, but he loses his balance as his foot is snagged on something. You look down to see the weed you sprouted earlier snared around his ankle, the source of his lack of balance, giving you just some time to pick yourself back up off the ground.

As you rise to your feet, Crooks motions towards you. "Run, kid! Take Dot! You can't fight him!"

You note that Crooks didn't say to take him. You understand why, he's further away from the docking bay, he'd slow the too of you down. If you want a chance at escaping, you'll leave him behind. But leaving Crooks behind... that's unacceptable.

>No, this damn chip can do something. If I just concentrate harder...
>Take Dot and run. You have no other option.

>>2370260
>>No, this damn chip can do something. If I just concentrate harder...
Not leaving daddy Crooks behind. No way.

>>2370260
>No, this damn chip can do something. If I just concentrate harder...
Second chance.

>>2370260
>No, this damn chip can do something. If I just concentrate harder...
Got to do it. Have to save dad!

>>2370260
>No, this damn chip can do something. If I just concentrate harder...

>>2370260
FUCK YOU DAD
>No, this damn chip can do something. If I just concentrate harder...

CLERIC DONT YOU DARE ROLL

>>2370260
>Go back For Crooks
>No, this damn chip can do something. If I just concentrate harder...

>>2370260
>No, this damn chip can do something. If I just concentrate harder...

>>2370260
>No, this damn chip can do something. If I just concentrate harder...
Other than this roll I suggest we don't try anymore heroic shit, Dice Gods obviously want us to be pragmatists.

>>2370269
I'm also taking your dice Cleric, go and sit in the corner and thing about what you did.

>>2370269
You go sit in the no rolling corner

>>2370260
>>Take Dot and run. You have no other option.

>>2370269
You can roll us the saving roll I believe in you!

Calling for
>No, this damn chip can do something. If I just concentrate harder...

Roll 1d20, Best of 3.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>2370280

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>2370280

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>2370280

What are the odds I'd roll ANOTHER 1?

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>2370280
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>2370280

>>2370281
Way to go anon.

>>2370281
YOU SAVED DAD!

>>2370283
Statistically low, but your e-dice are traditionally loaded.

>>2370281
>>2370282
>>2370283
FUCK YE BOOOOIS

Rolled 80 (1d120)

>>2370280

>>2370293
Well, Not sure how that happened. But hey, we did it!

So now that the name is likely to be revealed. What will this not-a-stand be called?

I am guessing Evergreen.

Would also accept Strawberry Fields Forever

>>2370298
Rampant Growth

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>2370280
>>2370259
>>2370258
Hi my phone didnt load the rest
But hay i should of k n own since its a booker quest

>>2370298
Chouwa Oto
https://youtu.be/qGg9E-tD7i8

>>2370301
Tangle flower
But im guseing that we will be able to terraform earth or some shit and which is y people want it so badly

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>17 (DEFINITE SUCCESS)

Your ribs might be shattered, your ankle is twisted, you're definitely bleeding from the mouth. But Crooks is in danger, and you can't leave him behind to die.

You plant your feet to the ground, trying hard to keep your balance. Fuji stares at you, unmoving as you hold out your hand once more. He almost seems like he's prepared to give you another free shot. Could it be that under that cold exterior he's... amused by your efforts? He's taking joy in watching you fail? Well... you'll show him.

You strain and focus your mind, directing all of your concentration upon Fuji... but as he can plainly see, nothing has grown from your arm this time. Nothing at all.

Fuji stares at you. "It seems you're all spent up. None of those plants are growing out of you."

You smirk. "Yeah... I know."

Fuji looks down, just as he notices the weeds from earlier shooting up and wrapping around him like vines. You're still in control of them as long as they're attached to your body, something he didn't seem to consider.

The vines wrap around his leg, encroaching further to restrain his arms behind his back and hold him in place. "W-wha?" he exclaims. "What is this?"

You smile. "It's my birthday present."

Name: Matt Millar
Biochip Class: WONDER OF THE WORLD

Matt's biochip allows him sprout plant life from his body. Flowers, weeds and vines will grow and extend from any part of his body as he sees fit, though he can only produce limited quantities at once.

POWER: C
SPEED: B
DURABILITY: C
PRECISION: C
RANGE: C
POTENTIAL: A


With Fuji bound, Crooks sees his chance to act, unloading from his left index finger into the skull of the mobster. You remove the weeds from your arm, as Fuji falls back onto the ground. That's the last you'll be seeing of him... but probably not the last of Kingpin Dong's men.

"Move. Now."

You pick up Dot and carry her towards the docking bay, where the three of you board the Maribelle. You set her down, and Dot immediately starts tending your wounds. "You dummy," she notes. "Why'd you carry me when you're more banged up than I am?"

"I don't know," you shrug. "Got caught up in the hero thing."

"Well, happy freaking birthday to you!" Crooks exclaims as he punches in the controls on Maribelle and blasts off to safety. "Don't say I don't get you a mighty fine gift, boy... boy?"

Crooks looks up to see you looking down at him in the pilot's seat. "Something wrong, Matt?"

>No... I'm just glad you're okay.
>Crooks, you better start telling me the truth. Who am I?

>>2370312
>>No... I'm just glad you're okay.
>>hug your fucking dad

YEAH FLOWA POWA

>>2370312
>>No... I'm just glad you're okay.

>>2370312
>No... I'm just glad you're okay.

Flowers top tier power!!

>>2370312
this >>2370315

>>2370312
>>>No... I'm just glad you're okay.
>>>hug your fucking dad

>>2370312
>"I'm upset you told me to leave you behind.... I'm glad you're Okay"

>>2370321
Adding this
>>hug your fucking dad

>>2370312
>No... I'm just glad you're okay.
>"Leave you behind? You kidding me?"

That name is fucking awesome.

>>2370315
This. We can pretend to be a badass smuggler outside, right now we deserve the hug.

>>2370312
>>No... I'm just glad you're okay.
>>"Leave you behind? You kidding me?"

Calling for
>No... I'm just glad you're okay.

Writing now.

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>No... I'm just glad you're okay.

Crooks looks up at you and gives a smile. He stands up from his chair and the moment he does you hug him tight, and he responds in turn.

"Matty..." Crooks mutters, patting you on the back. "You're one brave kid you know that? Look... you deserve to know what just happened, and I'm gonna let you know, but first..."

The two of you turn around, to see Dot removing her waitress uniform and revealing some more casual wear underneath as she lets out a sigh.

"Right now we have company," Crooks points out. "How are you holding up, Dot?"

"Oh, you know..." Dot begins. "My workplace destroyed, my home lost, my uncle killed, my entire life disappearing in the matter of a few minutes... I've been better."

You sigh. "Sorry about your uncle. Dino was a good guy."

Dot nods. "Yeah... so much happened at once back there, my brain isn't really processing that he's gone. And so... I'm finally aboard your ship. Isn't this what you boys wanted?"

Crooks shakes his head. "Look, things are gonna be a little dangerous for us here, so we're gonna leave you at the next place we dock and-"

"No," Dot shakes her head, taking a seat and resting her feet. "I'm staying. There's no place else for me... not anymore."

Crooks gives a knowing nod. "Alright then. Welcome aboard the Maribelle. As you can tell, it's plenty cramped, and the amount of wares we still have on-board doesn't help. Until we sell off some of this stuff, you'll need to share Matt's bed."

"Hey!" you protest. "You've got a double bed!"

"Yeah," Crooks smirks. "But a 39 year old man sharing a bed with a girl half his age? How creepy is that? Besides, I'm taller and need more space."

Classic, mechanic getting the short end of the stick.

Dot clicks her heels together, grabbing your attention as she sits. "So, is my joining approved by... every crew member of the ship?"

>Yeah. Welcome to the crew, Dot.
>As long as you don't take up a lot of space, sure.
>No, but it's the captain's vote that matters.

>>2370366
>>Yeah. Welcome to the crew, Dot.
I mean why wouldn't it be what kind of monster would you have to be to say no

>>2370366
>>No, but it's the captain's vote that matters.
>>2370368
Me

>>2370366
>As long as you don't take up a lot of space, sure.

>>2370366
>As long as you don't take up a lot of space, sure.
>And if it's weird for you two to be sleeping in the double bed then that means we should get it instead.

>>2370366
>Yeah. Welcome to the crew, Dot.

>>2370366
>>As long as you don't take up a lot of space, sure.

>>2370366
>Yeah. Welcome to the crew, Dot.

>>2370366
So now we seduce Dot, right?

>>2370388
Anon her uncle just died

>>2370366
>Yeah. Welcome to the crew, Dot.
Acquire medic

>>2370391
Give'er that good 'ol grief fucking

Calling for
>Yeah. Welcome to the crew, Dot.

Writing now

>>2370395
I think we'd end up worse off than the two drunkards if we tried that.

>>2370395
This is why the dice tried to fuck us over before we got this far.

>>2370400
Not if we seduced her

>>2370395
Saving Dot was clearly a mistake

>>2370403
Pretty sure we'd take a -20 to that roll

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>Yeah. Welcome to the crew, Dot.

Dot smiles before leaning back in her chair and giving a stretch. "Then it's settled! So, what's my title around here?"

"Title?" Crooks raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah, my job!" Dot exclaims. "I mean, you're the captain. Matt's the mechanic. What am I?"

"A waitress."

Dot wags her finger with a hand on her hip. "No. Nuh uh. That was my old job. Oh... how about the crew medic?"

"Dot the doc," you comment. "I like it."

"As long as you promise to still brew coffee," Crooks points out. "You're better than anything we could whip up on this crummy old percolator."

"Deal," Dot responds. "So... where's this bed?"

"Back here," you say, motioning her towards your room. "If you want to lie down, go ahead. You probably need the sleep."

"Don't you?" Dot asks. "You look like you haven't slept in days."

You blink. "I don't sleep often."

"... Right. Well, I guess I'll see you in there. I'll try not to hog your blankets."

As Dot retires to bed, you turn around and plop yourself in the chair next to Crooks.

"Go to bed, Matt."

"Not yet," you mutter as you grab a pair of scissors. You snip the stem of the flower still growing on your index finger, and gently place it atop the dashboard of the ship. "Sentimental, I guess."

A silence breaks between the two of you, just the roaring of the engines in your ears.

"... Your real name is Matt," Crooks explains. "I liked it, so i kept it when I took you in. Millar comes from an old buddy of mine."

"And my real surname?" you ask. "Where did you find me?"

"Shao," Crooks explains.

"Like the-"

"Yes," Crooks interrupts. "Like the old Emperor Shao. Before you get your knickers in a twist, you're nobody important. You're not even the closest living relative of the last Emperor, that aristocrat Marco has you beat. Your dad was the nephew or something of the last Emperor. Your folks were executed high treason back in the day, leaving you a ship urchin, persona non gratta in the eyes of the Empire. I'm not sure how old you were when I found you. Honestly you're probably much closer to twenty than you are to eighteen."

"I gotta say..." you mutter. "As far as secret identity reveals go... this is pretty underwhelming. I was kinda hoping I'd be some kind of chosen one."

Crooks chuckles. "Yeah, well... loose connection or no, the surname Shao, the blood of the old empire, that'll always make you a person of interest. Whether they want to create a new figurehead or prevent one, there are people out there who want to capture or kill you. When you were first given to me... it was to be sold as a slave. A baby with the blood of the last Emperor was going to fetch a pretty hefty price."

"But you didn't let that happen," you smile. "Crooks... thank you."

"Pft, I'm just a big softie," he replies. "So there you have it, the truth. Matthew Shao."

>Matthew Shao... I like it.
>I prefer Millar, to be honest.

>>2370445
>>I prefer Millar, to be honest.

>>2370445
>>I prefer Millar, to be honest.
I cant wait until we find some kind of hidden lock box that can only be opened with the blood of a royal

>>2370445
>I prefer Millar, to be honest.

>>2370445
>I prefer Millar, to be honest.

>Related to one of the most important people in the galaxy
>Can terraform planets
Eh, smuggling sounds a lot more fun than being Space Jesus.

>>2370445
>I prefer Millar, to be honest.
>The name's been pretty good to me so far.
Besides, better to wait for everyone else to find out who we are.

Dong already knows.

>>2370445
>I prefer Millar, to be honest.

Calling for
>I prefer Millar, to be honest.

Writing now.

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>I prefer Millar, to be honest.

"You damn well better!" Crooks chuckles. "I pick good names for my mechanic! Now..."

Crooks leans over in his chair and begins to tap his fingers on your forehead.

"Hey, stop that..." you yawn. "Cut it out."

"Not until you go to bed," he replies, continuing his rhythmic tapping.

You let out a sigh as you rise from the chair. You turn around, and Crooks places his hand on your arm. "Oh, and... I'm real proud of you, kiddo."

"Thanks dad," you smile, before making your way towards your room.

As you enter you see Dot sprawled out, taking up the full space of the bed as she peacefully snores. Just great. You gently push her legs and arm towards the inside to allow you some space as you squeeze onto the bedroll, and face away from the new crewmember as you close your eyes.

Of course, she jolts in her sleep and kicks you out of bed, forcing you to restart the process.

This continues for a while.

Eventually, you wake to the smell of coffee wafting over you. Your eyes jolt open as Dot stands with a freshly brewed mug. "A deal's a deal."

You sit up and accept the coffee, before making your way into the cockpit where Crooks in laying back in his chair with his hat covering his face, resting while the ship handles itself. He pokes his eye out from under the hat and looks at you. "So Matt, we're sitting here, a dirty rotten smuggler crew in the dead of space, carrying a boy the galaxy's biggest crime boss is after and a prototype biochip that just about anyone wants to get their hands on. Any idea what we do next?"

>We could head back to another Athens ship. Try to find out what this Biochip is for.
>We should head to the Camelot fleet. Kingpin Dong wouldn't go after us with their military nearby.
>We could use a change of scenery. Shinto fleet is least involved with all this fighting, and could keep us safe.
>I'd like to know more about myself. Maybe we can get into contact with Marco Shao.
>Let's just keep doing jobs for now. We're smugglers, remember?

>>2370527
>>Let's just keep doing jobs for now. We're smugglers, remember?

>>2370527
>>Let's just keep doing jobs for now. We're smugglers, remember?
Smugglers Gotta Smuggle

>>2370527
>>Let's just keep doing jobs for now. We're smugglers, remember?
WE NEED MONEY FOR AN EXTENSION TO THE SHIP OUR SHIP IS AWFUL DAD

>>2370527
>>We could head back to another Athens ship. Try to find out what this Biochip is for.
Need to learn more about our flower powers, we can just accept any sidequest (job) that appears during the investigation.

>>2370527
>>I'd like to know more about myself. Maybe we can get into contact with Marco Shao.

>>2370527
>We could head back to another Athens ship. Try to find out what this Biochip is for.
I am all for either this or smuggling. Get more knowledge about power, get more dosh for ship so we can affoard to visit these fleets

>>2370527
>>We could head back to another Athens ship. Try to find out what this Biochip is for.

>>2370527
>>We could head back to another Athens ship. Try to find out what this Biochip is for.
Need to improve those stats so we don’t get stuck on a best of 1 or best of 2 rolls.

>>2370527
>Let's just keep doing jobs for now. We're smugglers, remember?

>>2370527
>Let's just keep doing jobs for now. We're smugglers, remember?

Calling for
>Let's just keep doing jobs for now. We're smugglers, remember?

Writing now.

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>Let's just keep doing jobs for now. We're smugglers, remember?

"Good thinking," Crooks smirks. "Speaking personally, I don't want to cross paths with anyone who put us back into that situation."

You nod. "Yeah... maybe we can look into this chip after I'm used to it, or look at my past... but right now, we're a crew. Let's be a crew."

Crooks throws his hat aside and stretches out. "Sounds good! And I've got a few jobs lined up for us already."

Dot tilts her head. "And are these jobs going to get back to Kingpin Dong in any way?"

Crooks smirks. "Dot, when you've been in the smuggling game as long as I have, you find a way to work just outside of anyone's line of sight... most of the time. Dong's not omniscient, but he's pretty close. It's all about finding the right channels."

"Speaking of channels," you reply as you hop into the passenger side seat of the cockpit, and begin to fiddle with the radio. "It's about time we put on some music."

"Oh, put on the Athens Classics station!" Dot recommends. She must have read your mind.

"No, none of that," Crooks protests.

"Two against one," you laugh. "I can finally outvote you, pops."

Crooks taps his forehead with a groan. "This is a nightmare..."

Matthew Millar. Formerly Matthew Shao. Urchin, Orphan, Mechanic, Smuggler, holder of a mysterious yet only slightly useful biochip. You don't know much about this great big universe... so much you still have to find out... but screw all that noise. You'll have the answers when they come. You'll just enjoy life as it goes. Whether you're from Athens, Shinto or Camelot, you think everyone can agree on that.

The three of you, in this rusty piece of junk... that sounds like a great time.

END OF CHAPTER 1

>>2370607
AYYYYYYYYYYYY
CONGRATS ON THE NEW QUEST BOOK

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>Ending Theme
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tRcPA7Fzebw

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Thanks for playing! First session of a new quest, and I'm pretty happy with how it worked out! Expect a lot more in the very near future! Thank you to both my regulars and folk who are new to my stuff for playing! Follow the Twitter to stay tuned on any updates!

>Player Question
Usually I ask a basic thread related question at the end of each session, but since this is the first session of KitS, please unload your questions onto me!

>>2370625
Thanks for running Booker, That was a Fun first thread.
I'm looking forward to Matt and Crook's ongoing adventures
>PQ
Next thread When?

>>2370625
>PQ
how dead is Dino

>>2370625
>PQ
why

>>2370626
>Next thread When?
While unlikely, as early as tomorrow. Most likely day is around Monday.

>>2370632
>how dead is Dino
Oh man, super dead. Like, real fucking dead.

>>2370633
>why
Because, man. Because.

>>2370625
Thanks for running Booker, it was great.

>PQ
How badly did Cleric nearly fuck us over?
Is Dino's a franchise?
AI companion when?
Are we smuggling food and medicine or are we smuggling high class shit like art and blueprints?
AI Companion when?
Will we be visiting any planet with weird environments like messed up gravity, solid clouds etc?
AI COMPANION WHEN?

>>2370638
When do we meet the AI Companion, The genetically Modified Crew member and the Cyborg?

>>2370625
Great fun Booker, can’t wait for next session.

>PQ
Is flowers growing from his dick possible Y/N

>>2370625
That was a very good first thread, looking forward to what other crazy abilities there are.
>>2370643
>>2370646
When do we get a bigger ship for all this companions. We only have 2 rooms, and, I would like to thing, one bathroom.

>>2370646
>The genetically Modified Crew member
I do mean More modified than just the BioChips

>>2370625
>>2370638
Is there perhaps some form of
communal internet live talking place
that people who follow your quests can talk in

>>2370651
>Cleric trying to fish for Catgirl clues

>>2370652
Please no discord for the quest, just a bunch of people circlejerking or blogging, talking in thread is much more comfy.

>>2370653
>Not a qt Catboy we can buddy around with

>>2370652
There definitely is. I have no links right now, but check suptg and search bookerman, you will find one.

>>2370657
Hes been cracking down on that during threads for his other quests. But I understand the concern.

>>2370646
Sad 'old' cyborg in rain one day...

>>2370643
>How badly did Cleric nearly fuck us over?
A critical failure is no joke. So, really badly.

>Is Dino's a franchise?
Nah, a local owned bar.

>AI companion when?
soon

>Are we smuggling food and medicine or are we smuggling high class shit like art and blueprints?
Most jobs its food and medicine and other menial stuff like that. More expensive shit is obviously more rare, but the Maribelle crew has done them before.

>AI Companion when?
Soon

>Will we be visiting any planet with weird environments like messed up gravity, solid clouds etc?
The search for habitable planets drives humanity, so yeah, you'll be seeing some odd planets in the future.

>AI COMPANION WHEN?
SOON

>>2370646
>When do we meet the AI Companion, The genetically Modified Crew member and the Cyborg?

See above SOONs

>>2370648
>Is flowers growing from his dick possible Y/N

Yes, but I don't see why he would need to.

>>2370649
>When do we get a bigger ship for all this companions. We only have 2 rooms, and, I would like to thing, one bathroom.

When you get the credits to do so. And pry Crooks away from Maribelle.

>>2370652
>Is there perhaps some form of
>communal internet live talking place
>that people who follow your quests can talk in

I get what you're getting at, but I don't have any intentions of making a discord for KitS. DGA has a discord and I love it to bits, but I'm looking for KitS discussion to remain in thread.

>>2370667
>A critical failure is no joke. So, really badly.
OI! It's not my fault everyone else also rolled poorly
Are we going to get into some good old fashioned ship to ship battles?

>>2370667
>When you get the credits to do so. And pry Crooks away from Maribelle.
So the next time Cleric decides to roll a crit fail, gotcha.

Anyone found anything alien yet, even if it's just a planet with some dead cities or just a weird 6 eyed purple dog or something?

>>2370670
>Are we going to get into some good old fashioned ship to ship battles?

It's a strong possibility, that's for sure.

>>2370671
>Anyone found anything alien yet, even if it's just a planet with some dead cities or just a weird 6 eyed purple dog or something?

No hints of Alien life at all has been discovered thus far.

>>2370674
Will we get a ship Character sheet?
Always good to know what our ships weapon load out is and how much cargo we can tote around

>>2370676
>TN: Only one magical person in THIS quest.

As to the bio chip stuff. Is there a sort of progression tree to increase ranks? How will that play out?

>>2370676
Can you take the biochips from your dead foes to make a necklace of sorts that lets you switch to the powers of anyone you defeated Mega Man style?

>>2370625
What would have happened if we pussied out of getting the mysterious biochip?

>>2370689
>Will we get a ship Character sheet?

In the future, yes.

>>2370693
>Is there a sort of progression tree to increase ranks? How will that play out?

The POTENTIAL stat indicates Biochips that still have room to evolve and grow. This actual progression will play out with narrative milestones.

>>2370702
>Can you take the biochips from your dead foes to make a necklace of sorts that lets you switch to the powers of anyone you defeated Mega Man style?

As awesome as that sounds, no. Biochips become a part of the user and rewrite their genetic code. The idea of removing one requires some highly advanced, near impossible surgery, and you cannot have more than one Biochip.

>>2370707
>What would have happened if we pussied out of getting the mysterious biochip?

You wouldn't have gotten the biochip (and it would likely have been stolen)

>>2370715

>>2370735
uuuuuh
need some help

>>2370735
Well that's an embarrassing mistake.

>>2370735
We're fine but it seems you're pretty screwed.

>>2370715
Can I just Say that I love David Bowie and have listen to StarMan 6 Times since you posted it as the Ending Theme

>>2370735
Pretty screwed, it seems.

>>2370748
Always a classic.

>>2370775
So Crooks regrows his end finger joints after he fires them off right,
So what would happen if someone cut them off?
If poor Papa Crooks got caught could Dong say torture him by having his finger tips cut off or otherwise removed again and again as they regrow before he could fire them off?

>>2370809
He would still regrow them.

So yes, that is an effective method of torturing Crooks.

>>2370809
In addition, does he JUST shoot off his finger tips, of all his finger bones?
Like, does he have 10 shots or 28

>>2370818
Can he shoot his whole arm for a more powerful strike?

>>2370826
The full 28. Obviously tips have to go first. And digging into the bones will make the regrow time considerably longer.

>>2370833
So when Crooks fires off his finger joints does it tear off his Fingernails? does the end of his finger burst open when his bones fire or is it more like Wolverine's claws and the only open enough flesh for the bone to exit?

>>2370862
The latter.

>>2370863
Can crooks fire his bones in the golden ratio?

>>2370638
But Dino made 2 posts after the bar!
Hes still alive!

>>2370092
>>2370463
See!

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>>2369976
>Kingpin Dong, the biggest crime boss in the galaxy
>Controls most of the Han
Hmmmm

>>2370388
>>2370395
Where do idiots like this come from?

Also, this is basically Space no Hero Smugglia Quest, right?