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>>3002243
HK meanwhile was an oddity among the crew, as she would either simply stay in quarters in sleep mode, or stand on the topdeck on constant surveillance mode. It quickly became evident to the crew that she was a Doll, and more than once you've had to turn away a crewman who wanted to "rent" her from you. A life at sea was truly a lonely one in some ways, you suppose.

Finally, though, the massive hunk of ice known as Antarctica began appearing, the thin strip of white bleeding over the horizon. Ahead, you can see a rather small, lonely island with a small knot of buildings surrounded by several ships. That was Port Lockroy, one of Antarctica's few natural harbors and the only functioning port, making it a natural tourist attraction and staging point for expeditions.

Immediately, you could see several cruise ships docked off shore, obviously lugging around tourists. However, what also caught you eye was a couple of what were clearly military ships. One warship and one transport. Must be part of that international investigation team. There were also a few large freighters docked.

"Those freighters are consistent with the data Wesker provided to us." HK reports to you, her eyes glowing in the dim Antarctic light. "There is an 80% likelihood that they are camouflaged Umbrella ships."

Of course. You weren't expecting to be the first one here, anyways.

>Maybe we can sneak aboard one of those ships.
>Let's head into town and see if we can find anything out.
>No time to waste. Let's get to the mainland.
>Other

>>3002245
>>No time to waste. Let's get to the mainland.

>>3002245
>>Let's head into town and see if we can find anything out.

>>3002245
>>Let's head into town and see if we can find anything out.

>>3002245
>>Let's head into town and see if we can find anything out.

>>3002245
>>No time to waste. Let's get to the mainland.

>>3002245
>>Let's head into town and see if we can find anything out.

>>3002245
>>Let's head into town and see if we can find anything out.

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>>3002245
"Well, I think we're overdue for a port call." You shrug. "Besides, mingling with the locals might glean us a little intel. What do you say?"

"Affirmative." HK nods. "Be sure to stay properly dressed, though. The temperature is well below safe limits."

"Yeah, I noticed." You grunt as you zip up your heavy jacket. This place was cold as hell. Actually, probably even colder than that. You take a glance at the docked cruise ships and wonder how people could actually PAY money to come out here.

"My online research indicates that the local penguin population is a large tourist draw." HK explains, as if reading your thoughts. "There are very few places to observe them in their natural habitat."

"I can imagine." grunt.

It's a short boat ride to Port Lockroy itself. The "historical" area of the port was essentially an ancient wooden shack, preserved all these years. However, a little ways over was a small town that had been erected to take advantage of all the tourism. Couldn't be more than a few dozen people living there, but there was an inn, a diner, a bar, and a few other creature comforts that a ship's crew would appreciate after a long journey.

Almost immediately, you could see several scientists, obvious in the bright orange jackets they were wearing, huddled around in the front of the inn. You figure it was supposed to be a new team due to be rotated in, or one recently rotated out of the destroyed research base. Didn't take a genius to guess they were being interned in the port until the whole investigation was resolved.

At the bar, you could see a number of navy sailors taking advantage of its services. Maybe you could loosen up their tongues and pull up a few details.

And finally, on the edge of town, you could see a series of black tents. There were no markings, but it was pretty obvious it was an Umbrella team having set up shop there.

"Lewis, we will have to take our leave soon." HK warns you. "I just received an update from the local weather satellite. There will be a heavy storm in the next few hours and we won't be able to reach the mainland if it hits."

"Got it." You nod.

>Go talk to the scientists.
>Go talk to the soldiers.
>Go check out the Umbrella camp.
>Other

>>3002377
>>Go talk to the scientists.

>>3002377
>Go talk to the scientists.

>>3002377
>>Go talk to the scientists.

Maybe take a photo of HK and a baby penguin if we get the chance?

>>3002377
>Go talk to the soldiers.

>>3002394
Make sure to get her in a cute/innocent pose so we can send it to Carol.

Can we waifu the scientist too?

or at least flirt with her?

>>3002377
>Go check out the Umbrella camp.

>>3002377
>>Go talk to the scientists.

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>>3002377
"Keep an eye out for me." You say to HK as you make a beeline for the scientists.

"Affirmative." HK nods as she hangs back just a bit behind you.

"Hey! Hey there!" You call out the gaggle of scientists, who briefly pause whatever scientific mumbo jumbo they were muttering to each other and turn to you.

"Is there something we can help you with?" One of them asks with a thick accent. European, you figure, but you can't tell from exactly where.

"I was sorta wondering whats many scientists were doing out here. I thought you guys lived in those research bases on the mainland?" You say as innocently as possible.

"Well, that's usually the case, Mr...?"

"Just call me Lewis." You introduce yourself.

"Dr. Mendell." The scientist nods. "Unfortunately, we were due to rotate in when we were told there was some sort of incident at the base. We're all very worried about what might be happening, but the military hasn't told us much except that they're investigating. It's been weeks already, though!"

"I do hope the others are okay..." One of the scientists mumbles.

You wonder if you should actually tell them truth. It could earn you some goodwill, but it might distress them, and this wasn't a good place to make a scene.

>Tell them the base is gone.
>Don't tell them anything.
>Other

>>3002473
>>Don't tell them anything.

>>3002473
>Don't tell them anything.

>>3002473
>Don't tell them anything.

>>3002473
>Don't tell them anything.

>>3002473
>>Don't tell them anything.

>>3002473
>Well, it's late, but I'm here to help ascertain a few things about that.

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>>3002473
You decide not to tell them what really happened. You suppose there was a reason they were being kept in the dark.

A chill wind blows down the street, reminding you that you were on the clock.

>Ask if there's any points of interest around the base.
>Ask what they know about Dr. Vahlen.
>Ask if there's been anything odd about the base or the team lately.
>Other

>>3002533
>Ask if there's any points of interest around the base.

Security rooms are always a good start.

>>3002533
>Ask if there's any points of interest around the base.

>>3002533
>Ask if there's any points of interest around the base.
>Ask if there's been anything odd about the base or the team lately.

>>3002533
>>Ask if there's been anything odd about the base or the team lately.

>>3002533
>>Ask if there's any points of interest around the base.
>>Ask if there's been anything odd about the base or the team latel

>>3002533
>Ask if there's any points of interest around the base.
>Ask what they know about Dr. Vahlen.

>>3002533
>>Ask what they know about Dr. Vahlen

>>3002533
>>Ask if there's any points of interest around the base.

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>>3002533
"Well, it just so happens that I'm part of the investigation team." You say, crossing your arms. "I was on the way over to check things out myself."

"Really?" Dr. Mendell's eyes widen, and he glances down at the bar. "Well, you are already being far more helpful than these... 'soldiers' here. Is there any way I can assist you?"

"Yeah, I was wondering if there were any kind of points of interest around the research base?" You wonder. "You know, somewhere someone might be able the hole up if they got caught out in the elements?"

Mendell pauses and looks to his fellows, who just silently nod.

"Well, we haven't mentioned this because nobody asked, but there IS something." Mendell pulls a small map out of his pocket. "During one of our survey expeditions, we came across an old cargo ship, trapped in the ice. We weren't able to identify it nor get inside, but we figure it had been out here for quite some time. At least a decade, maybe two."

"If you could get inside, it should provide effective shelter." One of the scientists adds.

"All right. Thanks for the info." You smile.

"If... if you find any of our fellows, please let us know!" Dr. Mendell pleads. "Even if they... didn't make it. We would like closure, at least."

"Sure thing." You shake Dr. Mendell's hand and you take your leave.

"Interesting." HK says as the two of you walk down the street back to the docks."That ship wasn't logged on any map, and it wasn't included in Wesker's data."

"Which means it must have been a recent find." You conclude. "Maybe this Dr. Vahlen was keeping secrets of her own?"

"Inconclusive." HK remarks.

>Roll 1d20

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Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>3002607

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>3002607

>>3002619
You've doomed us all.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>3002607
>>3002619
l o l

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>>3002607
...

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>>3002655

>>3002655
Whoa, overkill.
One of the soldiers decided to ask HK for a 'date'

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>>3002655
Suddenly, though, you feel HK's hand grab the back collar of your jacket and she pulls you aside into a nearby alley.

"HK-" You start, but HK swiftly clamps her other hand over your mouth.

"Look to our two o' clock." She whispers.

You turn your gaze and you freeze. You caught sight of a very familiar, towering figure clad in black, accompanied by a shorter girl with pale hair. It was HUNK and SOPMOD. The Umbrella enforcers.

If you had just walked a couple more steps, you would have stumbled directly into them.

"Thanks for the save, HK." You whisper.

HK merely nods.

Guess with someone as important as Dr. Vahlen on the line, it was only natural for Umbrella's most infamous wetwork man to get involved.

But the question was, whose side was he on? Unfortunately, Wesker's briefing data didn't have anything on the matter, just that Umbrella staff couldn't be fully trusted.

>You should just avoid them altogether.
>Maybe try tailing them.
>You could try just asking them nicely..
>Other

>>3002672
>>You should just avoid them altogether.

>>3002672
>You could try just asking them nicely..

>>3002672
>You should just avoid them altogether.

>>3002672
>>You should just avoid them altogether.
No.

>>3002672
>>You should just avoid them altogether.

>>3002672
>You should just avoid them altogether.

>>3002672
>>You should just avoid them altogether.

>>3002672
>>You should just avoid them altogether.

I don't think shoving cute penguins in front of Soppo would even phase them.

>>3002672
>>You should just avoid them altogether.

>>3002672
>You should just avoid them altogether.

And HERE'S Wesker's Insurance Policy.

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>>3002672
"All right, we'll wait till they pass and we'll slip past them. Quietly." You tell HK.

"Affirmative." HK nods.

HUNK and SOPMOD walk past the alley. Thankfully, with the rather large amount of tourists up and about right now, they don't even notice you as they trudge further up the street. However, you can't hear anything they're saying over the noise of the crowd and the howling of the ever growing wind.

Finally, you manage to get back to your ship, where the stowed helicopter is prepped and ready for launch.

"About time you got back!" The captain grunts. "The weather's taking a turn for the worse. If you want to get the mainland, we've got to leave NOW!"

"Got it." You nod. "Is all our gear loaded?"

"Already done! Just hop in and you're ready to go!" The captain assures you.

You and HK jog over to the helicopter, and sure enough, all of your gear is tucked away safely in the cargo compartment in the back.

"All right, so where are we headed?" The pilot asks as he starts powering up the engines.

Well, based on what you learned here and what Wesker has provided you, there were three possible search areas.

First, there was the remains of the research base itself. Sure, most of the site has already been picked clean by the UN investigation team, but the might have missed something, and you might be able to pick up Vahlen's trail from there.

Second, there was a secret Umbrella outpost a few kilometers away from the research base that performed... company experiments. Vahlen was very well aware of the existence of this outpost, and would be natural fallback point. However, the outpost was still transmitting and there were no logs for entry. Then again, someone with Vahlen's level of security access could easily doctor the logs, if she felt the need to.

And finally, there was the stranded ship Dr. Mendell mentioned, which lay in between the remains of the base and outpost. It was much closer to the base, and might be where Vahlen could go seek shelter in a pinch.

>Start at the research base.
>Start at the Umbrella outpost.
>Start at the stranded ship.
>Other

>>3002672
>>You should just avoid them altogether.

>>3002731
>>Start at the stranded ship.

>>3002731
>>Start at the stranded ship.

>>3002731
>>Start at the Umbrella outpost.

>>3002731
>Start at the Umbrella outpost.

>>3002731
>>Start at the stranded ship.

>>3002731
>Start at the stranded ship.

>>3002731
>>Start at the stranded ship.

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>>3002731
"Take us out here!" You say, pointing to the mark on your map.

"In the middle of nowhere?" The pilot frowns.

"That is our destination." HK calmly backs you up.

"Well, your funeral then." The pilot grunts. "Just remember to be at the rendezvous point at the coast. I'll be there in 24 and 48 hours. You two don't show up by then and we're leaving without you."

"Good to know." You sigh.

You glance out the window, the blue, choppy seas giving way to an endless white ocean of snow and ice. The helicopter rumbles from the wind and turbulence, but it gets you to your destination soon enough.

"Holy crap." The pilot mutters as the jagged, iced over edges of a cargo ship jut out the ice. "How the hell did that get there?"

"Don't know, don't care." You shrug as you grab your gear and hop out of the helicopter, HK doing the same. "We'll see you at the rendezvous!"

The pilot gives you a thumbs up as the helicopter gains altitude and flies off toward the coast, and not a moment too soon. You see a massive, grey cloud roll in like an avalanche, engulfing you and HK in snow and wind.

"It's advised that you find a way into the ship as soon as possible!" HK yells, having to overcome the howling wind. "I'll perform a perimeter check around the ship!"

>Sounds like a plan.
>Don't like the idea of splitting up.
>Other

>>3002811
>Don't like the idea of splitting up.
No way we're just going to leave her out in the cold.

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>>3002811
>Sounds like a plan.
How else would the players get the replay value of playing through with two different characters?

>>3002811
>Sounds like a plan.

>>3002811
>Don't like the idea of splitting up.

>>3002811
>>Sounds like a plan.

>>3002811
>Sounds like a plan.

I swear once we're done freezing our nuts off on this ship, we should go to the beach with Lucina, Star, Carol, and HK.

>>3002811
>Don't like the idea of splitting up.

>>3002811
>>Sounds like a plan.
There's little to nothing around, and time is of the essence.

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>>3002830
Sounds like more work than our usual job for everyone combined if Carol decides to go for her Beach Model appearance. We'd spend the whole day trying to keep photographers and fans away from her.

>>3002811
>>Sounds like a plan.

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>>3002851
I'd say it would totally be worth it for the opportunity to see everyone else's swimsuits.

>>3002830
>I swear once we're done freezing our nuts off on this ship, we should go to the beach with Lucina
Good idea.
>Star, Carol, and HK.
Uh...
Yeah I guess they can, come too. If they really want to. Fucking cockblocking Dolls and sisters.

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>>3002811
"Sounds like a plan." You nod. "Be careful out there."

"I'm always careful." HK assures you. "Estimated time of completion is twenty minutes."

"I'll be waiting then."

You and HK the split up. Your T-Doll companion quickly disappears into the storm, the winds whipping up the snow like a thick fog. You head for the ship, but don't immediately find any clear way inside. Shivering, you scan the parts of the ship that are visible. You could see the bridge of the ship still jutting out of the ice, the windows long shattered. That might be an in. Or could comb the top deck for a hatch you could pop open or something.

Or, if you really didn't care about collateral damage, you could just cut or blow your way straight through the hell. The more direct path.

>Check the bridge.
>Examine the top deck.
>Cut through the hull.
>Other

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Say Merc, just a thought with the release of VC4: Would you ever consider running a VMQ3?
If you did, would it have world class butts like pic related?

>>3002869
>>Check the bridge.

>>3002869
>Examine the top deck.

>>3002869
>Check the bridge.
Would probably want to check the bridge anyway.

>>3002869
>Check the bridge.

>>3002869
>>Examine the top deck.

>>3002869
>Check the bridge.

>>3002869
>>Cut through the hull.

>>3002865
The worst I see in bringing them is the trio spying on our date with Lucina.

>>3002869
>Check the bridge.

>>3002890
But that's funnier if we DON'T bring them, and they instead just tail us.

>>3002869
>Examine the top deck.
>>3002851
>>3002865
We should also try to find a way to let her in on the family secret if we get that far in the relationship with her.

We don't need her to have a heart attack from seeing Carol shapeshifting into an identical copy of her.

>>3002869
>Check the bridge.

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>>3002869
Well, guess the bridge of the ship was just as good as any place to start at. You trudge forward, the vague outline of the structure getting blurrier and blurrier in the thickening storm.

Not a good sign.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 7 (1d20)

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>>3002927
You keep pushing forward through the wind towards the bridge, but... you start to get a bad feeling. Like there was something directly under your feet. The cracked and strained steel beneath your boots was starting to shake and rumble, but that was only the wind, right?

Suddenly, there's a loud CLANG underneath you and your knocked off your feet, slamming down onto the frozen deck. Dazed, you look at where you were standing and could see a huge bulge jutting out of the deck that wasn't there before.

And then more CLANGS and the bulge gets bigger and bigger, the steel starting to crack under the strain.

There definitely WAS something beneath you!

"HK! HK!" You yell in your radio.

But you get nothing but static. Whether it was just interference from the storm or whether HK was down, you weren't sure.

CLANG.

You needed to act fast.

>Make a run for the bridge.
>You need to get off the ship and link up with HK.
>Shoot whatever it is as it comes out of the hole.
>Other

>>3002949
>You need to get off the ship and link up with HK.

>>3002949
>>Make a run for the bridge.

Time for Resident Evil escape sequence. Now we just need big Shoulder Pads, and cheesy dialogue.

>>3002949
>Make a run for the bridge.

>>3002949
>Make a run for the bridge.

>>3002949
>Make a run for the bridge.

>>3002949
>>Make a run for the bridge.

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>>3002949
Fucking hell. The only thing racing through your mind was you needed to get distance, and FAST. The shadow of the ship's bridge loomed ahead of you. So close yet so far away. Regardless, you pick yourself back on your feet and start running as fast as your legs and heavy gear would allow.

You hear cracking and crunching as the steel deck, weakened and brittle from so many years in the cold, snaps and breaks like the ice encasing it. You don't dare look behind to see what's emerged, focusing your energy on moving and moving FAST.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>3002998

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>3002998

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>3002998

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>3002998

>>3003003
Damn, that was close.

>>3003003
Epic save. Skin of our teeth escape.

>>3003003
>>3003006
>>3003007
I wouldn't mind a cheesy one liner about our harrowing escape.

>>3003003
COMMENCE GINGERBREAD MAN PROTOCOL!

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>>3002998
You biosensor is what saves you, as a sudden spike in activity warns you of an incoming attack. You fall down flat on the deck as something long and serpentlike lunges forward, overshooting you and landing just up ahead of you.

It was white like the snow, with jet black eyes staring straight at you. A massive creature that was some freakish fusion of humanoid and snake. Twin fangs glinted in the faint light as this snake... thing hissed at you, ready to strike again.

>NOPE
>You have no choice but to fight this thing.
>Other

>>3003017
>>NOPE
Aw hell naw

>>3003017
>You have no choice but to fight this thing.

Do we burn this, or freeze it?

>>3003017
>NOPE
>Other
Regroup with HK and GTFO.

>>3003017
Oh fuck a bunch of your Rulers vahlen. We can't fucking outrun this thing
>You have no choice but to fight this thing

>>3003017
>FIGHT

>>3003017
>You have no choice but to fight this thing.

>>3003017
>You have no choice but to fight this thing.
Time to step on snek.

>>3003017
>>You have no choice but to fight this thing.

>>3003017
>You have no choice but to fight this thing.

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>>3003017
You've honestly never seen this type of BOW before, and frankly, you don't really want to again. However, you saw that this thing was frighteningly mobile, even in this frigid weather. You were pretty sure there was no way you were going to outrun it in these poor conditions.

And HK was still nowhere to be found.

You quickly draw your rifle. Hopefully it was still operational in this cold weather, but you didn't have the luxury to test. You take aim and...

>Use the gun.
>Use the flamethrower.
>Other

>>3003061
>>Use the flamethrower.

>>3003061
>Use the flamethrower.

>>3003061
>>Use the flamethrower.


Here comes the Snow, or at least Flame!

>>3003061
>Use the gun.

>>3003061
>>Use the flamethrower.

>>3003061
>Use the gun.

In the off chance this thing's cold blooded, let's use the cold to slow it down.

>>3003061
>Use the flamethrower.

>>3003076
Dude, do you even remember where we are? If it were cold-blooded it wouldn't be moving about.

>>3003061
>Use the flamethrower.

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>3003061
>Use the flamethrower.
Rolling to make a sick Gadsden pun in a bad Austrian accent after we kill it.

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>>3003061
You the trigger on your flamethrower attachment and a great gout of orange flames comes bursting forth directly at the giant snake creature. Hopefully this will do the trick.

>Roll 1d20+3

Rolled 8 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>3003090

Rolled 2 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>3003090

Rolled 10 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>3003090

Rolled 19 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

Here comes the Fire!

>inb4 a cat scares off the monster>>3003090

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>>3003090
You unleash a burst of flame in the snake thing's direction. It seems to be afraid of the fire, as it immediately recoils and slithers away in a flash, disappearing into the storm.

Shit, you scared it away, but you were pretty sure it managed to avoid any injury. Given that it looked like it was an ambush type BOW, it could come back for you at any time. Your biosensor would help, especially given how desolate this area was, but this cold was still slowing your reflexes and movement.

"Lewis, are you all right?"

You turn to see HK emerge from the wind whipped snow, weapon drawn, her eyes glowing and darting from side to side scanning for threats.

"I saw your flamethrower activate. Did something attack you?"

"Yeah, there's a goddamn BOW. A fast fucker, too." You grunt. "Shot a burst at it and it ran off. Got a feeling it'll be back though."

"Undoubtedly." HK continues to scan the surrounding area. "It's likely that BOW has made this derelict ship its nest. Perhaps we should head to another point of interest."

>Yeah, can't imagine anybody sticking around here and surviving.
>No, we have to sweep the ship to be sure.
>Other

>>3003102
>>Yeah, can't imagine anybody sticking around here and surviving.
No way Vahlen could've survived here alone with this thing still around.

>>3003102
>No, we have to sweep the ship to be sure.
If this is Vahlen, then I wouldn't be surprised if she found a way to control some of the BOWs.

>>3003103
True. There could be items of interest however.

>>3003102
>No, we have to sweep the ship to be sure.
Vahlen may have been here. She could be dead and her corpse aboard, or she could have left clues to where she went next. Either way we need to be sure.

>>3003102
>>No, we have to sweep the ship to be sure.

>>3003102
>No, we have to sweep the ship to be sure.

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>>3003102
>No, we have to sweep the ship to be sure.

>>3003103
Even so, we'd be better off not having to worry about this thing stalking us for the rest of the mission.

>>3003102
>Yeah, can't imagine anybody sticking around here and surviving.

>>3003107
Or worse, she's dead, but her mind has been uploaded to a computer.

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>>3003120
>but her mind has been uploaded to a computer.

>Get to the last part of the journey
>It turns out that Vahlen has been an AI this entire time
>Base is falling apart due to standard issue Umbrella Corp Self Destruction explosives
>Do you risk ripping out VAHLEN's harddrive and risk destroying the AI
>Or do you upload VAHLEN into HK, possibly killing whatever makes up HK's personality and whatever makes her "her"?
>Or do you just say fuck this and find the off switch for the Self Destruction Units so you can actually find something to upload VAHLEN into like a sane person?(But it will never really happen because rule of cool and all the dumb shit that goes with it DEMANDS that you have to make a binary choice RIGHT THERE AND NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW)

Shit I don't know man, I'm just a jackass who posts on a Mongolian basket weaving forum.

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>>3003102
"No, we have to sweep the ship. We need to be sure." You grunt as you get back up to your feet. You were starting to feel slow and sluggish now.

"Your core body temperature is below optimal levels." HK warns as she moves to support you. "Recommended action is to find shelter."

"Then it's decided." You nod up to the ship's bridge. "Let's start from there."

"Affirmative." HK nods.

As you suspected, the bridge windows had been shattered and blown out ages ago. However, it still afforded some protection from the freezing wind, which was some comfort.

"Interior conditions seem acceptable for now." HK nods as she looks around. "No sign of the hostile BOW."

"Yeah, well, I'm sure it'll be back." You grunt as you glance at the wall. It was heavily iced over, but you could make out the traces of a diagram of the interior of the ship. That could help.

"Attempt to interface with the ship systems has failed." HK reports. "No wireless or physical connection port detected. No energy sources, either."

"Well of course. It's a wreck, after all." You roll your eyes. You glance at the diagram again. You note that large sections of the ship were shaded in red in hastily scribbled marker, denoting flooded sections. Those sections would have most likely frozen solid, so you could immediately cross those sections off.

What was left was the crew quarters, one of the cargo holds, and the engine room. Judging from the notes, there was something saying not to enter the hold under any circumstances, while there was apparently a panic room hidden in the engine compartment, in case of a pirate attack or something.

Now where to go first....

>Check crew quarters.
>Check the hold.
>Check the engine room.
>Other

>>3003140
>Check the engine room.

>>3003120
We do have to wonder how extensive life preservation tech is. People could be trying to upload copies of their minds onto clones for a semblance of living on.

>>3003140
>Check the engine room.
Let's see the established safe room.

>>3003140
>>Check crew quarters.
Let's see what we can see.

>>3003140
>Check the engine room.
Make sure that there's nothing down there.

>>3003140
>>Check the hold.

Mystery Box

>>3003140
>Check the engine room.

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>>3003140
"All right, the schematics say there's supposed to be a panic room in the engine compartment." You point to the indicated spot on the diagram. "If we're in any luck, Vahlen could have taken shelter in there."

"Affirmative." HK nods. "I can attempt to draw the BOW's attention to prevent it from ambushing you."

"You mean you're going to make yourself bait." You frown.

"I am far more effective operating in this environment than you." HK reminds you. "I will not suffer any significant mobility loss."

>All right, good luck, then.
>No, we're sticking together on this.
>Other

>>3003160
>No, we're sticking together on this.

We don't need either of us running into weird stuff

>>3003160
>No, we're sticking together on this.
This, is not negotiable.

>>3003160
>>No, we're sticking together on this.

>>3003160
>No, we're sticking together on this.

>>3003160
>>No, we're sticking together on this.
If we split up it's just as likely to come after us as it is to fight her.

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>>3003160
"No, we're sticking together on this." You grunt. "We were split up last time and look how that turned out."

"That is true." HK nods. "Then we shall move together, then."

And just like that, you try to shake off the lethargy of the cold as you lead HK down into the depths of the derelict ship...


>Roll 1d20+1

Rolled 10 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>3003185

Rolled 4 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>3003185
[ENEMY MOVEMENT DETECTED]

Rolled 20 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>3003185

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>>3003185
Fortunately, as you and HK descend into the depths of the ship, the snake BOW does not attack again. Perhaps the tight interiors made it difficult for a large creature to move around in, even if it was freakishly fast and agile.

Soon enough, you and HK reach the engine compartment. As you push the bulkhead door open carefully, you're almost immediately greeted by another person.

"Why hello there." Dr. Vahlen says in a thickly accented voice. "I don't suppose you are here to rescue me...?"

>And that's it for tonight! We will continue things on Saturday so stay tuned!

>>3003195
Thanks for running Merc!

>>3003195
Hi Doc!

>>3003195
Nice

Cheers OP!

>>3003195
That was easy. Too easy even.

>>3003226
I mean, it's still Doctor Menge- I mean Vahlen.
SHE is probably the most dangerous thing in here.

>>3003226
This is what happens when you roll Nat 20s

Ur welcome btw :v

>>3003226

The BOW probably WAS the missing doctor. A shapeshifter or advanced genemod.

>>3003226
We are not out of the danger zone yet, and there’s plenty of snow to go around.

>>3003229
>>3003250
And who knows what sorts of secrets and hidden agendas she's hiding.

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>>3003195
"Dr. Vahlen." You say simply, keeping your rifle raised. In a situation like this, you could never be too sure. "HK, do a scan."

"Affirmative." HK's eyes glow for a second. "Biometrics are a 99.86% match. Within margin of error. No anomalies detected."

"I vould hope so." Dr. Vahlen sniffs. Apparently offended. "A proper scientist never experiments on themselves unless as a last resort."

You give Dr. Vahlen a quick scan. She was wearing the similar bright orange jacket that the scientists down here wore, along with proper cold weather gear.

"Doctor, we must leave immediately." HK says. "Our mission is to extract you safely."

"Ah, vell, I suppose you are if you haven't killed me already." Dr. Vahlen nods approvingly, but then gives you and HK a wary glance. "Though I must ask, who exactly commissioned this venture? You two clearly are not Umbrella personnel."

>That's not important right now.
>Does an Albert Wesker ring a bell?
>Other

>>3005174
>>Does an Albert Wesker ring a bell?

>>3005174
>>Does an Albert Wesker ring a bell?

>Also giant white snake monster, weaknesses and strengths, now.

>>3005179
This.

>>3005174
>>Does an Albert Wesker ring a bell?

>>3005174
>>That's not important right now.

>>3005174
>Does an Albert Wesker ring a bell?

>>3005179
This

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>>3005174
"Does an Albert Wesker ring a bell?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Ah, yes, the police chief. An ambitious man. It's quite reassuring honestly." Dr. Vahlen nods. "The ones who desire my untimely demise are those that want to hold on to the power they already have."

"We also encountered a BOW on the way here. Uniquely adapted to this environment." HK speaks up. "Do you have any information on that."

"Ah yes, that's... quite complicated." Dr. Vahlen sighs. "We should go to the safe room. We can speak at length there."

"The BOW is still out there, as well as unidentified Umbrella forces." HK points out.

"Which is why we should be proceeding to the safe room, no?" Vahlen retorts.

>Guess that's the safest course of action for now.
>We don't have time to stay put. We need to go now.
>Other

>>3005268
>Unless you have a ready made safe room rated to Hold out against that BOW or whatever heavy ordinance HANK can bring to bear, we're better off on the move.

>>3005268
>>Guess that's the safest course of action for now.

>>3005268
>>We don't have time to stay put. We need to go now.

>>3005268
>>Guess that's the safest course of action for now.
Sure. Gives us time to talk, exchange info, and properly make plans as opposed to just run and gun.

>>3005268
>Guess that's the safest course of action for now.

>>3005268
>>Guess that's the safest course of action for now.

>>3005268
>>Guess that's the safest course of action for now.

>>3005268
>>Guess that's the safest course of action for now.
Time to learn!

>>3005268
>>Guess that's the safest course of action for now.

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>>3005268
"All right, that sounds like the best course of action." You turn to HK. "We're not going to get far in that storm, and that BOW might chase us out there."

"Yes, that is a very real possibility." Vahlen nods. "This way, then."

It's not a far walk, as Vahlen leads you to a thick, steel bulkhead door. It looked more like a bomb shelter than a regular compartment, given the sheer thickness of the metal.

"Intended to keep the crew safe from pirates attempting to break in." Vahlen smiles. "Quite sturdy. Even the Viper King hasn't been able to breach it."

"Viper King?" You frown.

"The BOW that attacked you. It's my... nickname for it." Vahlen nods. "Now, come along, we do not want to be dawdling outside!"

You and HK carefully step through the bulkhead door into the safe room. Vahlen moves to pull the door closed, but HK quickly takes her place, using her enhanced strength to pull the heavy shelter door closed as if it were made of plastic.

"Ah, must be quite nice to have a T-Doll at your command." Vahlen smiles. "I'm quite jealous, really."

"You can tell?" You ask.

"Please, she's made it rather obvious." Vahlen chuckles as she flips a switch.

An electric generator hums to life, and lights flicker on, fully revealing the interior of the saferoom. It wasn't much, honestly. Just a few bunk beds and boxes to hold supplies, though it seems Vahlen added a few of her own... touches to it. There was a small, miniature lab set up on the lone table with a laptop directly hooked into the generator. There was also a large, silver suitcase with the Umbrella logo stamped prominently on the side, the locking mechanism appearing to be a type that wasn't supposed to open easily.

"Well then, I suppose we have a little time." Vahlen says as she sits on one of the beds and hands you a stick of preserved jerky. No doubt from the survival crates. "What would you like to speak about, first?"

>You want the full story here. Every detail.
>You're not here to pry into Umbrella projects. You need to make plan to get out of here.
>Other

>>3005346
>You want the full story here. Every detail.
>It's not the knife you see that slits your throat.

>>3005346
>>You want the full story here. Every detail.
I really want to pick this, but I'm also worried that if we know too much, we might become a liability and a loose end that needs to be cut.

>>3005346
>You're not here to pry into Umbrella projects. You need to make plan to get out of here

>>3005346
>Tell me about yourself? You don't seem to get out a lot, considering you work for umbrella arctic research lab. Unless you go on romantic dates with the penguins?

>>3005346
>>3005354
Supporting this.

Befriend the sexy scientist

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>>3005346
>Other
"HK, get me a length of wire, a bunsen burner, two petri dishes, and a sterile knife."

>>3005346
>>You want the full story here. Every detail.

I can also go with: >>3005354

>>3005346
>>You want the full story here. Every detail.

You know, this almost feels like that part in the Halo book 'First Strike', where the Spartan team was sent to rescue Dr Halsey underground in her bunker.

>>3005346
>>You want the full story here. Every detail.
Knowledge is power; Guard it well.

>>3005346
>>3005351
Actually, I like this idea >>3005354
Switching to supporting this

>>3005346
>>You want the full story here. Every detail.

>>3005346
>>You want the full story here. Every detail.

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>>3005346
Well, you certainly wanted more information on just what the hell was going on here, and Vahlen was the perfect person to provide it. However, that left the question of just how exactly you would... "convince" her to part with that information.

>Try to charm her. Convince her you can be trusted.
>Just be straight with her. Simple and professional.
>Calmly remind her that you're her only ticket out of this frozen hellhole.
>Other

>>3005447
>>Just be straight with her. Simple and professional.

>>3005447
>>Try to charm her. Convince her you can be trusted.

I want to try our dashing good looks since we didn't try it with the producer back in idol quest.

>>3005447
>Just be straight with her. Simple and professional.

>>3005447
>Try to charm her. Convince her you can be trusted.

>>3005447
>Try to charm her. Convince her you can be trusted.
We all know Vahlen wanted Commander to fuck her.

>>3005447
>Just be straight with her. Simple and professional.

>>3005447
>Try to charm her. Convince her you can be trusted.

>>3005447
>>Try to charm her. Convince her you can be trusted.

>>3005447
>Just be straight with her. Simple and professional

>>3005447
>>Just be straight with her. Simple and professional.
She's a scientist, so logical and rational reasoning would obviously work best to convince her to talk.

>>3005447
>>Just be straight with her. Simple and professional.

>>3005447
>>Just be straight with her. Simple and professional.

>>3005447
>>Just be straight with her. Simple and professional.

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>>3005447
Given Vahlen's profession as a scientist, and seeing how cold and calm she was in a situation like this, you go the impression that she was the type who was blunt and professional and not one for subtlety or small talk. Best to be straightforward with her.

>Roll 1d20+5

Rolled 9 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>3005515

Rolled 12 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>3005515

Rolled 6 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>3005515

>>3005515
Aw, another quest where we didn't flirt with Vahlen, we're two for two.

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>>3005515
"Let's get straight to the point here." You grunt as you cross your arms. "Currently, we're stuck in a derelict ship in the middle of Antarctica, with a giant snake BOW on the loose. Not to mention, we've got Umbrella mercs roving around who may or may not be out to kill you. Mind explaining to us how we've all gotten into this situation?"

Vahlen sighs, but you swear you see her smile just a bit.

"Well, I suppose I can give you the short version." Vahlen says. "I'm sure you know, Umbrella isn't interested in the Antarctic for the climate."

"Obviously." You nod.

"Well, Umbrella's interests here are testing for cold weather resistance for their BOW lines, and the isolation is convenient for containment purposes. It was simply testing various biomods on test mice." Vahlen continues. "But that changed when we found this ship. I'm not sure of the exact circumstances, but many years ago, an Invader attacked it and made the ship its lair. Though, what it didn't count on was the currents pulling it down here. It didn't survive the cold, but the cold preserved its body, allowing me to... collect some samples."

"I take it you didn't tell your superiors." You grunt.

"Do not get me wrong." Vahlen says casually as she sips some instant tea. "Dr. Spencer and Dr. Marcus are remarkable men, but they do have a penchant for... 'appropriating' their subordinates' research."

"And then you decided to create your own personal BOW." You glower.

"Zat was not the intention at all." Vahlen shakes her head. "I cultured some of the Invader cells and injected them into one of our test animals to observe the reaction. I... underestimated their mutagenic properties."

"And it grew into... THAT and broke loose." You conclude.

"Yes." Vahlen nods. "When I realized what happened, I immediately evacuated. I know of Umbrella's secret test facility, but I feared it would be too far on foot, so... ironically enough, I took shelter here, where it all started."

You do note that she was leaving out one little detail...

>Ask her what she did about the other scientists.
>Just drop it. It's not important now.
>Other

>>3005578
>>Ask her what she did about the other scientists.

>>3005578
>Ask her what she did about the other scientists.

>>3005578
>Ask her what she did about the other scientists.

>>3005578
>>Ask her what she did about the other scientists.

>>3005578
>Ask her what she did about the other scientists.

>>3005578
>>Ask her what she did about the other scientists.

Mutants?

>>3005578
>>Just drop it. It's not important now.

>>3005578
>Just drop it. It's not important now.

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>>3005578
"And what about the other scientists?" You as pointedly.

Vahlen pauses at that.

"There... wasn't much I could do for zem." Vahlen shakes her head. "It all happened so fast. All I could do was hit the emergency alarm and flee."

You turn to HK, who just looks at you curiously. Perhaps having her help you judge Vahlen wasn't the best course of action.

>So you just left them all to die.
>You were scared, I understand.
>Seeing that thing up close, you wouldn't have stood a chance.
>Other

>>3005616
>>You were scared, I understand.
>>Seeing that thing up close, you wouldn't have stood a chance.

>>3005616
>Seeing that thing up close, you wouldn't have stood a chance.

>>3005616
>"Alright then." ( you were not there and have no idea what actually happened, but until you do? No presenting this woman your back)

>>3005616
>>Seeing that thing up close, you wouldn't have stood a chance.
Survival of the fittest

>>3005616
>>Seeing that thing up close, you wouldn't have stood a chance.

Plenty of horror stories of the single Invaders wiping out dozens.

>>3005616
>>Seeing that thing up close, you wouldn't have stood a chance.

Mom having lived through the invasion and all.

>>3005616
>You were scared, I understand.
>Seeing that thing up close, you wouldn't have stood a chance.

>>3005616
>Seeing that thing up close, you wouldn't have stood a chance.

>>3005616
>Seeing that thing up close, you wouldn't have stood a chance.

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"Seeing that thing up close, you wouldn't have stood a chance." You nod. "Hell, even a full blown Hunter like me would have cut and run. That thing is on an entirely different level."

"But you are a Hunter, nonetheless." Vahlen looks to you. "If I may ask, would you be willing to... exterminate that creature for me?"

"And why's that?" You raise an eyebrow.

"The specimen is quite valuable." Vahlen huffs. "Even as a corpse, there's so much it can tell us on Invader biology! And... well... as long as it is out there it may kill again."

Heh, smart. Covering both the practical and idealistic angles.

>Not part of my mission. That's someone else's problem.
>What are you offering for it?
>Guess we can't let it go cause more trouble.
>Other

>>3005664
>What are you offering for it?

>>3005664
>What are you offering for it?
Snake armor!

>>3005664
>>What are you offering for it?

Rule number 1: Never do a job for free

Except for that one time we worked with Lucina on our day off. What sort of gift do you think a girl like her would like?

>>3005664
>What are you offering for it?
>My mission is to get you to safety alone. So unless the rewards are damn good I can’t savrifice one mission for another, besides pissing Wesker off my boss’d have my ass in a sling.

>>3005664
>What are you offering for it?

>>3005664
>What are you offering for it?

>>3005664
>>What are you offering for it?

>>3005664
>What are you offering for it?

>>3005664
>What are you offering for it?

>>3005664
>What are you offering for it?
‘Inb4 she says her body?

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>What are you offering for it?

>>3005672
How about a custom made gun, or a holster? Maybe even some clothes?

>>3005691
long as she offers to wears it.

>>3005689
She's saving that body for science!
>>3005691
There is one major problem with that set of clothing that will prevent her from accepting it. That's a maid outfit, not a police outfit.

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"What are you offering for it?" You ask.

"Hm, yes, mercenary to the end." Vahlen nods. "I'm afraid money is not something I can offer you, but..."

Vahlen looks to the sealed Umbrella case.

"I can arrange for you to... come into the possession of a high grade Umbrella biomod, should you successfully neutralize the Viper King." Vahlen says. "I'm sure you could find uses for that."

You look to HK, you who just stares back innocently.

"Well, she is offering payment, if unconventional." HK points out.

>You got a deal, then.
>Sorry, that's not enough.
>Other

>>3005713
>>You got a deal, then.

>>3005713
>You got a deal, then.

>>3005713
>You got a deal, then.

>>3005713
>>You got a deal, then.

>>3005713
>You got a deal, then.

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>>3005702
>>3005691

Could always try getting her some of the most advanced clothes in the market like a formfitting nanosuit, or a living symbiote suit.

>>3005713
>>You got a deal, then.

>>3005713
>You got a deal, then.

>>3005713
>>>You got a deal, then.

>>3005721
As i said if Vahlen can sport it for our viewing pleasure, i'm down for it.