>>3164622

Carl winces, his remaining hand brushing the ragged stump at his musical, his eyes going wide as he feels relatively smooth skin that is slowly bulging outward, your spare biomass being repurposed as the highly efficient stem cells needed to regrow an entire limb and all the shredded tissues within his torso. The reinforced chitin and bone plates beneath his skin audibly crack and adjust as they are forced back into their correct places, torn flesh sealing fresh back over them without even a scar. Carl adjusts his grip on the plasma SMG, the weapon still hissing softly as it dumps waste heat. He reflexively jerks as a plump Skaali grub wriggle slowly past along the floor, the pale infant Skaali looking at him curiously as he involuntarily licks his lips...

>+10 biomass.

Carl wipes greenish blood from his chin as you churn the freshly digested grub into useable biomass, instantly repurposing it to repair Carl's damaged body.

>There is a possible way back upwards at a Maintenance shaft listed as having a semifunctional lift.
>You are squarely in the middle of a region listed as "Danger:Here Be Skaali" on the map.
>Carl is at 80% Functionality.

>Take over Carl for the moment, you need to acquire some biomass to fully repair him.

>Symbiote mode. Augment Carl with your senses and add your mind to his. Get him to safety

>Those Ravagers are still coming, prime a charging cell to explode and toss it down that corridor.

>Make your stand. Maximum Over-Carl.

>Other

>>3164622
Working Original thread link
>>3134783

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>3164625
>Make your stand. Maximum Over-Carl.
It is time fore the Carl-ing. Can kill things then just stuff them down Carl's throat to be processed as we fight?

>>3164638
These Ravagers are pretty big. Carl can bite them to refuel mid fight but these are enemies designed for CQC

>>3164625
>>Symbiote mode. Augment Carl with your senses and add your mind to his. Get him to safety
>>Those Ravagers are still coming, prime a charging cell to explode and toss it down that corridor.

it is time to GTFO

>>3164642
Oh. then changing my vote to this >>3164651

>>3164651
support then gorge

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>3164625
>Make your stand. Maximum Over-Carl.

Slurp those fuckos! (and indirectly save the station probably)

i have a question can we upgrade body without getting bigger? and can we mutate while fighting?
>>3164673
i change my vote to this

>>3164673
>(and indirectly save the station probably)
Wait a fucking second, there's an idea. What would happen if we... created an opening, letting the hordes of Skaali loose into the station? Imagine how much free biomass would be available to scavenge from the carnage.

>>3164625
>Symbiote mode. Augment Carl with your senses and add your mind to his. Get him to safety

>>3164673
well ok then I guess we're doing this then.

>>3164673
Here we go

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>3164681
Fucking this. Flood the station. Feast on biomass.

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>3164681
>>3164802
I want to do this. We are not the good guys, we are here to eat everyone.

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>3164802

Fair enough, LET'S EAT

>82! Maximum Over-Carl!

The skittering, chitters and scrape of claws on corroded steel and polymer alloys echoes all around you, yellow eyes looming in the darkness as the Ravagers creep closer, several of them still bearing smoking craters in their shells from the barrage of plasma ammunition. Greenish blood drips from cracks and splits in their armor plating, mandibles oozing stringy slaver as the insectoid xenos chatter to one another in their simple language. Carl's eyes narrow, his breathing quickening as adrenalin and endorphins flood his system, mutagenically enhanced muscles clenching under the layer of flexible subdermal plates. Already, the wound in his chest is healed to just a shalloe gash, the tissues knitting by the second. Already, the stump of his arm has regrown to the elbow, his shattered shins, femur and ribcage all sealed tightly and healing by the moment. As your influence floods Carl's system, his years of experience, natural instincts and history of violence coming to the forefront as his pupils dilate, his mind going somewhere cold and dark as you push yourself forward,melding your mind with his and wrenching the controls from him. Carls head snaps up, his veins bulging and ringing a pale acidic green as you pump his system full of a cocktail of hormones and stimulants that rival military combat stims.

>Its my turn to play Caaaarl...."

The Skaali brood, sensing their prey is becoming more dangerous by the second charge forward in a skittering tide, flashing claws and gnashing jaws ready to rend this flesh and present it to their younglings. Carl Springs to his feet, the SMG springing up in his fist and releasing a volley of acetinic blue bolts that slam into the Ravagers, sending several sprawling in squealing heaps as their innards boil and smoke.

>The Brood are rushing you from 2 ends of a 3 way intersection.
>You have your SMG, two knives, several charging cells for the SMG, your Single shot plasma Derringer and enough muscular strength to go head to head against a Jarga'ki stormtrooper.
>Biomass 280/ 1440

>What do? Roll me a d100, highest roll wins.

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>3164837
Fighting retreat into the upper levels, lead them upwards and into more... food rich areas, to pull off parts of the swarm to chase after fatter and easier prey.

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>3164837

Tear them apart and FEED

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>3164837
RIP AND TEAR

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>3164837
Turn the end of his arm into a knife and start stabbing.

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>3164847
RIP AND TEAR

>>3164847
This

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>>3164856
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D6RPgaI7lTU&t=9m4s
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Galvarino
Blades for arms. Can you imagine it? I certainly can.

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>3164847
Supportin

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Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>3164847
SUPPORT

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>89! Totally Brütal
>https://youtu.be/a6BbvCC0VI0

The SMG whines in Carl's fist, the plastic-polymer grip cracking from the tension as Carl's finger depresses the trigger so forcefully it wedges there. A stream of blue-white fire pours from the barrel of the stubby weapon, the barrel glowing white from the intense heat that crisps the skin of Carl's knuckles as he mows down the first several dozen of the Skaali Ravagers. Instead of retreat, like any sane sentient would if facing a swarm of any number of Skaali, Carl advances almost without your instruction, his reinforced and near predatory teeth bared in a grimace of pure hatred as he piles the bodies of his foes into a wall of chitin and twitching limbs.

With a mechanical clank and a puff of superheated plasma, the SMG runs dry, it's internal power source drained completely, its firing mechanism fused into a useless mass of slag. Carl tosses the useless hunk of polymers and plastics away, clenching his fist so tightly his nails dig into his palm, drawing beads of blood as his mind fills with a darkness as hot and consuming as the incinerators they used to flush Skaali burrows.

Your voiceless howl of rage and hunger scours all humanity from Carls mind as your minds fuse in the fires of hunger and PTSD driven rage.
>"Kill them Carl. Kill them all! Kill them! Eat them! Feed us Carl! Kill! Feed! Kill! Feeeeed! KIIIILLLLLL!"

Skaali Ravagers are the immature forms of the Brood Warriors that make up their heavy infantry. They stand at just under 2 meters tall, their six limbs divided between four legs, 2 manipulator digits with 4 smaller claws and two larger limbs that posses a pair of slashing bladed claws nearly a foot long, studded with inward facing barbs and spikes. They are evolutionarily designed to overwhelm their prey in close quarters and rip them to shreds before injecting eggs into their ragged flesh. Their thick shell can deflect small caliber kinetic rounds and low yield energy weapons. They are the swarming cannon fodder the Skaali drop en masse to overwhelm the defenses of worlds they invade.

And they are yours for the reaping.

Carl's fist, reinforced as it is, simply smashes through the first Ravager that lunges at him, impaling the insectoid on his forearm. With a grunt and a explosive kick, the remnants of the twitching xeno is launched backwards as if yanked by a wire, spewing greenish gore in a arc that splatters against Carl's face and eyes, filling his mouth with the tang of blood. Muscle bundles coil and bulge as Carl dodges and weaves, lashing out with fist, foot and elbow, cracking carapace and smashing limbs like brittle twigs. The blood crazed Xenos screech and chatter to one another as they launch into a melee, slashing at the dead, at Carl, at one another, at the very walls in their eagerness to kill, to consume, to swarm.

>Cont

>>3164945
>Cont

You use Carl and are used in turn, his mind feeding off of the raw data your senses feed into him, his body fueled into a berserk rage, the flames of carnage stoked by the potent chemical mixture you flood his bloodstream with. You register it on a clinical scale as Carls body is slashed, bruised, bitten and impaled multiple times, your regenerative cells flooding the damaged areas and gnitting them together within moments. Youre sure if Carl were "awake" at this moment he would he catatonic from agony at the multitude of injuries his body has recieved.

You are jolted as Carl is impaled from behind, a massive bladed claw nearly a full meter long jutting from his lower abdomen. Carl spits a wad of green-tinged scarlet and snaps the blade off with a jerk of his wrist, heedless of the ripping barbs that gouge into his hand. Using the severed claw as a makeshift sword, Carl wheels about and drives the claw through the underside of the Skaali Ravagers "skull" splattering whitish chunks of neurological tissue across the ceiling as the claw punches through the Skaali's limited brain. Drawing his cheaply made combat knife, Carl spins and ducks about, driving the shard of steel into eyes, into thorax joints and into tender underside, spilling ropes of slimy entrails in stinking piles.

You fight...Carl fights with berserk fury but also mechanical precision. Each enemy that faces you is crushed without hesitation or mercy. Shells shatter, heads are wrenched apart or crushed, entrails and primary hearts are torn from bellies and stomped into paste under Carls boot. So intense is his bloodlust that Carl makes his way down several dozen meters of corridor before realizing there are no more foes. Even Skaali can recognize a fight they cannot win and the few survivors of carls rampage have turned and beat a hasty retreat, leaving their dead and wounded to Carl.

And to You.

Carl's mind, whats left of it, swims in a dense fog as he tries to regain control of himself for a moment. His lips form a slurred phrase, his body broken at a cellular level and completely exhausted.
"Y'better run... F-fuckin roaches..."
>Sleep Carl. You've earned your rest.
"Fuck you too wormy"
"You're welcome Carl. Now SLEEP.

You take Carl's mind and shove it into the depths of his limbic system as you take complete control of his body. As a pilot instead of a passenger, you turn carls battered form about and survey the corridor of carnage.

You're feeling a tad peckish.

>Roll me 2d20 for how many Skaali you just butchered. Bo3.

Rolled 10, 6 = 16 (2d20)

Rip and tear

Rolled 15, 12 = 27 (2d20)

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Rolled 16, 7 = 23 (2d20)

>>3164946

Oh here we go

>>3164946
I see we're going the berserker route.

>>3164946
I think we owe Carl a noodle surprise. The next time he's asleep, let's look up the best place with the best noodles.

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>>3164953
Looks like we will get a feast
around half we could have gotten but good enough all food is good food

>>3164946
Soooo 2d20 Skaali that we personnally butchered, and what about the ones that died and were eaten from friendly fire?
Can we put on the armor when he's done healing and change clothes?

>>3164987
before he put them on i think we should upgrade so we dont destroy the things on accident when they are put on to tight

>>3164953
>27×120bm each = 3240 Biomass.
>3240+280=3520/1440
>1810/2880bm
>You have 2 Stat upgrades available

>Lv8 Brain
-Smarts that influence world investigation, dialog, secret discovery, and roll requirements/ forgiveness. DC's involving INT drop by 20
>Lv6 senses
-Escalating detection capability. You can detect electromagnetic radiation, thermal energy and radio signals
>Lv4 Limbs (stronger tendrils with suction points to grip)
-Stronk limbs stronk.
>Lv4 Body
-Improved filtration and durability, making you and your host more adept at managing environmental hazards, increase to size and strength.
>Lv2 Stinger
-at lvl 3 you can eject a stinging tendril out of your host. Progressive levels enhance the number, length, strength, and capability of these tendrils.
>Lv2 Skin
-Improved resistance to damage, affects bio morph only.
>Lv2 Lungs
-Improved aerobic cability, length of holding breath, and handing hazardous environments.
>Lv2 Maw (mild Acidic venom fangs in a simple jaw)
-Bite, inject, swallow, sing beautifully, etc.
>Lv7 Parasite/ Symbiote
-improve your connection with your host, enhancing synergy between eachother's upgrades. Directly sync with your host to mutate their body on the fly.
>Lv3 Mimic
-Allows out of host mobility, copying lifeforms, Carl can feasibly pass as another person and you can mimic any creature you consume to a rough approximation.
>Write in

Gained 1 Carl points.

>Enhanced Musculature
-From shredded to Heuge
>Subdermal armor lv2
-Shake off shots from larger gauge weapons
>Calcite Spikes
-Never be without a concealed knife.
>Improved mass
-Bigger, Taller, Carl.
>Cellular Regeneration lv2
- even younger, healthier Carl with more regeneration.
>Berserker Glands
-Flood Carls system with combat stims.
>Acidic Ducts
-Carl can spit your acidic secretions at a decent range.
>MicroGrip patches
-Carl can climb much easier.
>Write in

>>3164995
Roll with your choices, 1d100, might makes right

>>3164995
>Lv4 Body
>Lv2 Skin
We need to enhance ourselves, we're going to be vulnerable as fuck if we ever have to get out of our host.

>Calcite Spikes
Big condition with this though; can they be concealed easily?

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>3164995
>Lv8 Brain
>Lv6 senses

>Cellular Regeneration lv2

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>3164995
>>3165000
Roll big

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>3164995
Biomorph upgrade
>Write in Lv1 Division: Allows you to divide a small portion of yourself to wat mass and potentially infect another host.
If no one likes that idea then I'm going with Lv4 Body

>Lv3 Mimic

Carl upgrade
>Enhanced Musculature

>>3165000
They are concealed within Carl's flesh along his forearms.

>>3165006
support
this can later possibly work as a sort of lifeline and allow us to survive even our own death and allow our hosts to survive us leaving if we want

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>3165025

>>3165018
They're perfect.

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>3164995

>Write in Lv1 Division: Allows you to divide a small portion of yourself to wat mass and potentially infect another host.

>Lv7 Parasite/ Symbiote
-improve your connection with your host, enhancing synergy between eachother's upgrades. Directly sync with your host to mutate their body on the fly.

>Carl upgrade

>Subdermal armor lv2
-Shake off shots from larger gauge weapons

I think this ought to work well enough

>>3165031
they are just bone spikes and would not tools or even the blades corpses of these Skaali be better
and its better to focus on some key things and not spread out our hard earned upgrades on minor things?

>>3165052
>immediately available, hardened, concealed spikes able to puncture through armor
>minor thing
Bugs aren't the main threat, dude.

>>3165047

Actually, swap my carl upgrade vote for Calcite Spike

>>3165061
Same. Maybe holdout calcium and keratin spikes will be useful.

>>3165057
i dont like spreading out thin and it just says
>Calcite Spikes
-Never be without a concealed knife.
we only know its spike we dont know how good they are compared to just a normal knife or a shard of metal we dont even know if they can puncture armor thats better then leather

>>3165067
I'm assuming they can puncture, what with our retard gorilla strength. We can certainly smash through low tier armor with Carl's fists alone.

>>3165070
I'm switching my vote back from knives to making Carl stronker. Who needs bone knives when you can punch through walls?

>>3165078
I imagine there's a limit to what brute strength can do against armor. Especially if the power armor starts coming out, I know it will.

>>3165070
its getting harder and harder to upgrade and getting something kind of redundant means we spread our upgrades thinner.

and why have bone spikes that break and that we need to upgrade like atleast 2-4 more times to become worth it, compared to just carls fists

>>3165087
I picture bone spikes eventually becoming more hardened and a built in ranged attack further down the upgrade chain. Never specified where the spikes are limited to and how many can be grown, either.

>>3165087

Won't be able to feel bone blades in a pat down like you would a knife or any other weapon. Always good to have a weapon in hand

>>3165078

I want to make sure we have our meals in a variety of ways

>>3165102
carls fists are better weapons then a mere level 1 bone spike

>>3165115
he can hit hard enough that the bone spike is redundant and upgrading the spikes to a useful level would take away upgrades from stuff with direct results

>>3165115
>>3165117
Alright, I'm still voting bone spikes.

>>3165115

Alright alright

Swaping carl vote to

>Enhanced Musculature

I just wanted to have something to stab with that'll always be on us

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>>3165132
>giving in on a one shot power fantasy quest

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>3164995
Stat upgrades
>Lv3 Stinger
>Lv4 Mimic
Both upgrades that will help if we're in or out of Carl. I'm deeply concerned about our safety/effectiveness/ability to obtain another meatsuit if things go wrong given our focus has been brain/symbiote. These upgrades would be useful while we're piloting Carl but also help us infect another host if we're in biomorph form.

Carl upgrade
>Enhanced Musculature
Get swole. Jump further, run faster, bust down doors, rip and tear.

>>3165136

Hey, plenty of biomass already. Always next upgrade time to get it, that and I don't want to keep things tied any long than they have to

>>3165153
I think Cursed is just dead for the night.

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>3165006
>Write in Lv1 Division: Allows you to divide a small portion of yourself to wat mass and potentially infect another host.

>shitting up the quest with division ideas when the general outline of the biomorph is already established (symbiote with a brain)
Not a fan of that idea.

>>3164995
>Lv3 Mimic
>Lv7 Parasite/ Symbiote

And remember sanitizers or whatever? Based on description, can't get close to them much. So CQC upgrades will only get you there. I'd invest in survivability first.

Tbh I don't see much reason separating stinger upgrade from limbs (could just be a limb write-in). Same thing with lungs and body.

Also not a fan of the new space marine Carl. Mimicry and subtlety will win in the long run. Getting swole will make him stand out.

>Cellular Regeneration lv2

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>3164995
>lvl 9 brain
Smartest boy
>lvl 4 Mimic
We are on the run after all

>Subdermal Armor lvl 2
Carl needs to be a bitch to take down, but not obviously mutated

>>3165244
I change my vote to this

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>3164995
>Lv2 Maw (mild Acidic venom fangs in a simple jaw)
-Bite, inject, swallow, sing beautifully, etc.

>Lv2 Stinger
-at lvl 3 you can eject a stinging tendril out of your host. Progressive levels enhance the number, length, strength, and capability of these tendrils.

>Acidic Ducts
-Carl can spit your acidic secretions at a decent range.

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>3164995
>Lv8 Brain
>Lv6 senses
>Cellular Regeneration lv2
-----

An interesting situation, xenos everywhere, but Carl is alive and we are starting becoming is buddy.

We need more knowledge on the station and on this society; maybe some safe places (add some new faces besides our "default" one and a new job. Something that doesn t need all of our attention. And friends ), but right now more human weapons/ammos and a armor could do ..... and understand where we are and where we can go.
there are a lot of skills that we need to enhance, but there are a lot of places where we can take or aquire food. We could even just aquire food from a new home.

We should be vigilant of doctors and bio-scanners, even if they are probably just on the good sectors. .... but corps agents, police, military, volunteers for poors or someone that doesn t have anything to do could have similar weaker objects.

>>3165244
Lv4 Mimic
Ability to temporarily change carl's features improves.
Lv8 Symbiote
Cellular Regeneration lv2
---
The feast of flesh provided by these Skaali was fantastic, they are really just great creatures. All protein and aminos, constantly working to molt to their next form and improve. You can respect that, because in that regard, you are in the same business. The thought is obliterated as your body begins a sudden change of it's own.

Utility and adaptability, translucent flesh flexes, pulsates and bulges momentarily as old genetic data is overwritten with improved sequences, the wave of change radiates out into tendrils that are embedded into every aspect of your host, branching out into microscopic fibers and then blending with his own cellular structure. The writing change hits carl's body, even disturbing his slumbering mind for a moment as the lattice of reinforcing symbiotic fibers writhes within him. You push him back to slumber, his mind needs the rest. Soon his own flesh echos your changes, small wrinkles flattening out, flat flesh filling with collagen once more. A man with an appearance of his 40s now resembles someone in his 20s. A full head of hair, and not a single grey. Not bad. You run carl's fingers experimentally through the hair. Thick. Somewhere there is a muffled idea of satisfaction from carl's psyche. He still hasn't even gotten a good look at himself since this adventure started. That will be an amusing reaction.

The biogenesis that happened within you has been violent, the surface of carl's skin is covered in sweat that is visibly steaming off of his body and ruined body armor. Sharp ears hear the telltale language of the Skaali. You are starting to catch certain sequences of the syntax, perhaps a word. With enough exposure you may learn the communications of the Angel Station Skaali. For now, they are food, and a lesser mystery. Genetics, fingerprints, and eyes still betray you to any sensors, and that means you have to keep going.

While you walk through the dark, you can hear them, swirling around you just in the distance, just outside your field of view. The combat armor is destroyed, helmet somewhere back where you fell, cracked into pieces, SMG cooked. The bioscanner, wrist computer, and glasses survived of all things, though the glasses are more of a monocular now. The derringer chirps twice, alerting you that it's refilled itself. There's that. Still two sticks of plasma conversion fuel that can be cooked off as grenades. The cheap flashlight died partway through the fight and joined the gun on the floor along with the glorified laser pointer.

1/2

>>3165650
sorry I missed your post. I had started typing the response and walked away for a bit. Compensation incoming.
>>3165741
Aside from the constant chittering of cautious Skaali, you are mostly left alone to your thoughts. The ravenous hunger that drove you forward has calmed down, but a desire to improve exits. Your nature is probably one of the more important questions rolling around in your mind and engrossed the totality of your thought long enough for Carl's foot to catch on an old bulkhead door. On the floor. Tripping badly rewards a twisted ankle, and a screeching Skaali dropping from the ceiling, its compatriots choosing not to join it. You twist around in time to meet it face to face before grabbing a handful of chitin and slamming it into the floor several times. It stops moving, and becomes a nice meal. +60 biomass. Using Carl's hair as a makeshift napkin removes the green goo these things call blood from your hands. An odd syncopated hiss chitter calls out from the shadows. The things are sadists, and their companions death has brought an approximation of laughter. The map still shows nothing of this area, and your scanner does its best with a weak ultrasonic scanner to fill in the blanks. At minimum Carl is becoming an accomplished cartographer.
---
>Explore the hatch, go deeper.
>Press on through the Skaali infested territory.
>Listen to the Skaali more. Study their language.
>Try to pick off a Skaali with your derringer.

>>3165759
>>Listen to the Skaali more. Study their language.
I want to know what they're communicating.

>>3165759
>Listen to the Skaali more. Study their language.


having a vague idea of what they say could help, even if most of them are probably just overgrown insects.


----

thanks

>>3165759
>Listen to the Skaali more. Study their language.
That's what we are smartest boy for after all. Also the gangs want us dead, the weird exterminators want us dead and probably everyone else does too. The Skaali on the other hand just want to eat us and they seem to respond to strength, maybe we can gain an ally or at least a tool in them.

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>3165759
listen

>>3165790
>>3165785
>>3165767
Alright. roll me a 1d100

Best of 3.

>>3165790
Yeah, like set the swarm loose on the station. Free biomass for days.

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>3165797
rollin
>>3165798
Even if we can just hide here in Swarm territory for some time, that would already be a great boon.

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>3165797

>>3165796
>Pass: That was fast.
>>3165800
sexual.
>>3165801
high roll.

You've been listening carefully to the noise these things make in the dark. They do have a crude language, mostly oriented around concepts, actions, and places. Little focus on self, much on the group. Other groups, their group. Strong place, weak place. The abstract alive place and dead place. You are a strong place, if they had more you would be a weak place, and a dead place, for now they are the alive place but the weak place. Its apparent to you that they develop this language locally, over several generations and just build on it, so its likely that no two Skaali populations have the same language, or are even mutually intelligible. Given their nature, it would likely lead to a territorial conflict; though this is hypothesis now. You lack the vocalizations to enact communication, but make note of what you have learned. Tapping out the pattern of their language on the steel floor, then dragging your nail along the rust, emulating the chitter and hiss, causes them to pause their noise. You do it again...and then again. Silence. Again, and then again. The collected bugs repeat what you have just done, and it becomes a social meme, a new stimulous, suddenly the noise fills the void, almost overwhelming. There are...a lot of these bugs. A LOT. If they are calling for more communication, or death is unsure, but you have got their attention more than simple killing could do, the attention is like being the focus of uncountable voices calling out down a prison hallway. Even for you, this is unsettling. The hair on Carl's arms stands on end. You can feel his skin tighten and goosebump. Its loud, and only getting louder.

>GTFO down the mystery hatch.
>Keep walking forward, calmly, but quickly.
>Run like a motherfucker.

pick 1, dice +1d100 best of whenever i respond.

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>3165797

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>3165817
>>Keep walking forward, calmly, but quickly.
Careful now, don't show weakness.

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>3165817
>>Keep walking forward, calmly, but quickly.

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>3165817
>Keep walking forward, calmly, but quickly.
They gonna get these hands if they wanna try anything

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>>3165834
Noice, best moment for that too

>>3165838
But do we get to give them these hands is what I want to know

>>3165842
No, we are the hive queen now, those hands are only gonna pet chitin heads.

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>>3165844
What, like pets or something?
You ever wonder if these Skaali had ever in their lives experienced the wonders of scritty scratches or belly rubs?

>>3165834
W E W

>>3165854
Yeah, a bunch of very big, very smart, very deadly and very hungry guard dogs. A wall of chitin, muscle and hatred between us and all those pesty humans that want to murder us. Maybe lay low in safety, until people stop looking for us and Carl.

Not yet, but they will.

>>3165834
great

>>3165874
With how much Carl's body has changed, on top of or body morphing ability, I think we might be capable of blending in long enough to go back to the surface and possibly loot Carl's home before we start over somewhere else.

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>>3165834
We're going to have to morph Carl some sickle-like raptor claws on his feet so he can communicate through taps and scrapes much easier.

>>3165834
An old earth adage is "Real recognizes real." You are in their territory, but are not being fucked with. The screeching, hissing, and more reaches an unbearable pitch but you keep your control and pace. More so you listen, and observe a language develop in real time due to an outside stimulus. These bugs are very adaptive. Pausing by a steel pipe of some diameter, you pound on it in sequence, over and over, copying more of their language in steady thumps. The closest would be comparing music to proper language. There is a form, you are following it even if there are no words. The silence repeats itself, but soon is replaced by a copy of your beat. Your long walk come to a close, and by the end you find yourself near charted territory according to your wrist computer's downloaded maps. The insects never to try to approach you again, and never come back into view, but as you wrench open a crooded bulkhead door, cross the threshhold, close, and seal it, you can still hear the muffled scratchings in beat. Almost giving you herald. The electronic buzzing of wireless communication is faint, but apparent to your senses...Ahead of you is more darkness, punctuated with periodic sparks. In the distance is a prick of orange light. Your map verifies; its a terminal. Might be useful.

>This will have consequences.
>You understand Lower Angel Station Skaali dialect. enough.
---
>Go to the terminal and find something useful
>Check your devices for the signal.

>>3165909
>Check your devices for the signal.
If it's unimportant we can still check the terminal

>>3165909
>Check your devices for the signal.

let s understand what the signal is and then go the terminal. We could avoid an ambush

>>3165909
>This will have consequences.
>Taught the Skaali how to make sick beats

>>3165914
This. Signals, then terminal if we find nothing interesting.

>>3165909
>>This will have consequences.
I can't wait.

>Check your devices for the signal.

>>3165930
<intelligence check passed>
Not too far from you just behind a cluster of rusting conduits and old machinery is a hardwired device. Armored but rusted, your intelligence gives you enough of an inquisitive nature to examine it more. Old, but recently repaired. It was never part of this cluster. A small metal braided wire snakes out of the box and inconspicuously blends in with the rest of the mess in front of you. Curious. You examine the rest of the room quickly, and find little of note beyond a pipe that seems to be pumping back towards the bug territory, it feeds up from the floor. Past a long walk to the next access point that leads up, the only thing of note is the terminal. After a careful approach, its not trapped, or guarded. Just an old industrial terminal. With a shielded wire coming up from the floor and socketed into it. Interesting. This terminal is largely like the one you previously encountered; of the same vintage actually, but its firmware seems more recent. The metallic screen bezel been replaced, comparatively clean next to the bulk of the corroded industrialized housing. An inconspicuous button sits near the wire, you depress it and a small pin sized green light flickers to life above it.

Learning the new firmware takes a bit of trial and error before you quickly master it, aided by the discovery of a navigational nub in the middle of the keyboard interface which provides a cursor. Near indestructible metal keys provide a satisfying chunk noise as you peck commands into the terminal. Eventually you've narrowed down a list of pertinent options.
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>(wireless extension) Station News
>(wireless extension) Shitposting
>local system maintenance report
>System Firmware Update
>Mainframe BIOS update: Access denied.
>Environmental access: INOP
>Maintenance access
>Close grid tie contactors
>(wireless extension) GATE 1
>(wireless extension) GATE 2: NOTE: BUG INFESTATION.
>Ain't go no time for that. Walk away.
---
you have time and safty to explore these options. Pick 3, more than just three will be explored, but some impact others, closing off choices and opening up others.

>>3166113
>local system maintenance report
>>(wireless extension) GATE 1
>>(wireless extension) GATE 2: NOTE: BUG INFESTATION.
I'm very curious to see if we can release the bugs.

>>3166128
>GATE 1: INOP: POWER UNAVIL.
>GATE 2: Explosive charge activated.
A pop followed by kalxxons kick off behind the sealed door you walked through earlier, significant screeching can be heard as autogun fire sounds out, eventually the sounds of tortured metal can be heard and the bugs calling out in triumpth. Red light continues to pulse from a paper thin gap under the door as the klaxons get destroyed one by one eventually returning to silence. Hmm.

>>Local systems deenergized prior to MX event. last updated 578 days ago.
---
Whats next?

>>3166113
>(wireless extension) Station News
>(wireless extension) Shitposting
>local system maintenance report

>>3166128
But if the bugs swarm the place, then there won't be any women to fuck.

>>3166148
time for real life. catch you folks in a few hours.

>>3166145
Does this mean we pick more options, or just one?

>Maintenance access

>>3166145
>>(wireless extension) Station News
>>(wireless extension) Shitposting
>>local system maintenance report

>>3166145

>(wireless extension) Station News
>(wireless extension) Shitposting
>local system maintenance report

>>3166148

Well you better save as many as possible, BECAUSE FOOD COMES FIRST AND FOREMOST

>>3166145
>>(wireless extension) Station News
>>(wireless extension) Shitposting
>>local system maintenance report

I'm not super familiar with this board's etiquette, is tripfagging without cause frowned upon here like it is literally everywhere else?

>>3166639
Yes, it's usually bad to do unless the qm specifically calls for it.

>>3166744
Good to know, thanks.

>>3166639
Sorboclese here. I don't care. We all have unique IDs unless you are a phonefag, and then names are just voluntary honesty instead of someone voting and then those 50 random (1 post by this user ID) that vote the same that happen in other quests.

Also. Im back.

>>3166639
Time to shitpost and inspect maintenance records.
--
The old terminal has an usual connection that is attached to the modem nearby. Your wrist computer is too old to interface, but the new knock off smart glasses work. Well. one half of them works. You spend the next several hours soaking up data from above, its a good opportunity to see more human behavior. They really are controlled by their gonads. Interesting. There was a conflict between the imperials and station security forces that resulted in the destruction of 3 buildings, and the explosive decoupling of the imperial transport ship from the station, as well as the subsequent depressurization of its hull and void execution of all life onboard. One does not attempt to exert foreign influence on Angel station. Noted. It would seem roughly one third of the reptilian population aboard the ship is still MIA likely to go into hiding. You may have company in the future...

Reported biohazard identified as false positive, location precautionarily sterilized according to corporate council public relations council. It would seem the corperate block of the station is best to be left alone; more data indicates it is newer than the rest of the station, but rather anomalous.

Slave markets, pirate activity, illegal sentient mechs, nanomachine outbreak, party entertainer goes murderous, depressurization incidents, fighting pit winners and fatalities section. Ah, here we are. Massive migrant influx due to spontaneous environmental rehabitation event on lower levels, expected influx of 100k-300k people. Comments indicate its always double that for the first few years until the dieoffs stabilize the population.

You take a moment to let the local crime family back from Carl's old section know you are still thinking about them. It was an interesting discovery to find out the daughter the Erati family had left behind was also a sort of socialite starlet, she was the female human who was posed without clothing on the photo hard copies you recovered from the gentlemen kind enough to become your meal. After using the built in camera on the glasses to take a few grainy pictures of the bloodstained photos, you upload them to StationChan. Near immediately your post receives death threats. "Good luck, I'm behind 7 layers of station." a common retort to those threatening to find an individual. This time its probably true.

The maintenance report shows chunks of the map not available on the larger system, it would seem this local terminal is more of a node with its own storage. You download the local maps to your wrist computer from the archaic side of the computers systems. Random corridors and passages appear in uncertain outlines throughout the darkened voids on your map. It would appear you also obtained several way points for repairs to enact should you choose.

>shitposting will have consequences

1/2

>>3166931

Only 578 days since the last maintenance event. How bad can it be?
---
Available options reduced:

>Environmental access: INOP
>Maintenance access
>Close grid tie contactors
>Ain't go no time for that. Walk away.

>>3166939
>Ain't go no time for that. Walk away.
Can we insight a fight between two different bug factions? I want to increase our senses and intelligence enough so we can communicate.

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>3166939
>Maintenance access

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>3166939

>Environmental access: INOP

What can go wrong?

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>3166939
>Maintenance access
Lets get outa here

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>3166939

>>3166957
>>3166968
>>3166990
>>3167003
You attempt to cycle the Environmental access, somewhere in the dark you hear groaning machinery and a horrific screech. An error reports back to you; "external debris; require removal and cleaning" well. That's on the maybe list. The maintenance access is much more straight forward, and eerily so, a wall next to the terminal simply depresses inward and slides sideways revealing a dimly lit supply closet for the workers of this part of the station.
---
>Close grid tie contactors
>walk away and investigate the closet.
>Go check out that screech.

Choose as many or few as you want and roll 1d100. Its like candy, try not to get a stomach ache if you eat too much.

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>>3167011
Its me. its always me.

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>3167011
>Go check out that screech.
Foooood

>>3167011
Investigate the closet!

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>3167011
all

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>3167011

>walk away and investigate the closet.
>Go check out that screech.

>>3167036
>>3167035
>>3167029
>89, 82,4: This was my fault.

[4]You attempt to close the grid tie contactors and are rewarded with a momentary flash of light as the entire room you are in sparks, and flashes a very bright blue light before many things start exploding simultaneously. You seem to have a problem with technology. Also there was a very large shape at the end of this long room that could not quite be made out. Shaking your head internally, which does little more than to tickle Carl's guts, you sigh using his body. There are angry thumps of something very large in the distance.
[89] Deciding that something large enough to rattle the floor grating is not a good thing to approach unarmed, you hazard a glance inside the now darkened supply closet and pull the door shut with your enhanced strength. A crack remains wide enough to peer out into the darkness. Your glasses have an almost worthless torch light for video capture, thankfully to your eyes it is sufficiently bright. There is an old environmental hardsuit fitted to an alcove in the wall, they were phased out of favor nearly a century and a half ago. Still, the ceramic composite frame was made to withstand micrometeorite and industrial impacts. The power supply is drained, but it should be possible to still move it without the exo assist, it will just be harder. Next to it is an old industrial cutting laser. A quick glance at the hazard sticker tells you all you need to know, the wavelength is so tight that it's range is pitifully short, but potent. It's highly caustic metallic thermal batteries seem to be in good shape for the most part. A quick check of it's systems indicates half charge. Not bad, provided the batteries dont fail or explode, you should have about 5-10 shots before it bricks itself.

[82] After slipping into the hardsuit and slinging the cutting tool over your shoulder you peek out, which was a mistake. That thing is big, and is angrily ripping up a semi hidden ramp on the floor. Hyraulics screech and the pannel is already bent upwards at a corner. Interestingly this one seems to still have power. GATE 1 perhaps. It glances over at you for a moment, countless eyes dilating around a bony beak like maw that blends into a mass of writhing barbed tentacles that cover a powerfully built quadruped like body. It easily weighs 20 tons, and has no easy weak spot, and somehow seems oddly familiar to you.
---
>Its Carl time. Attack <near impossible DC>
>Its Carl time. stay hidden and wait for it to go away. <low DC>
>Smart time. Shoot the door open that contains the Skaali. <Mid DC>
>Throw your remaining two plasma fuel cells in grenade mode at it. <very high DC>

Pick just 1. roll 1d100. You are at a point where I will kill the MC if it goes badly. no pressure.

>>3167086

>Smart time. Shoot the door open that contains the Skaali. <Mid DC>

Oh boy

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>3167086
>>Smart time. Shoot the door open that contains the Skaali. <Mid DC>
COME, MY BEAUTIFUL BUGS. ANSWER MY CALL.

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>3167094

Well I forgot to roll

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>3167097
this

>>3167104
from1 to 4 to 100. THE GODS PITY ME

>>3167104
OH FUCK

>>3167104

DINNER! LET US FEAST AND GROW FAT ON THE FLESH OF THE MIGHTY AND TAKE THEIR STRENGTH!!

>>3167107
So that happened. write up incoming. swarmmaster.exe

>>3167108
FUCK YEAH

>>3167104
You notice that Carl's mind is along for the ride, awake and observing. He feels tense, but without the associated biology there is an unusual disconnect. He keeps pulling, trying to get your attention away from the behemoth towards the door you came through. You hear it in your mind, the rhythm played for the Skaali. "Pretty reckless idea Carl. Alright, I like it." your thoughts hit him and you are given an image of an old man smiling into a bathroom mirror, slightly unhinged. The antique laser faithfully cycles up, its corroded batteries begin to glow hot as a runaway chemical reaction begins that generates heat and massive amounts of amperage. Nudging the bulky object out the door, you take aim without looking, working off the memory of where the door is. Your first shot is unnervingly silent, the monster notices you but is more concerned with huffing and clawing at the hidden ramp, almost frantically. The second shot is a bit brighter as accumulated dust burns away, the third is accompanied by an unhealthy hiss as one of the batteries boils over, molten metal and acid eating into the floor. Each subsequent shot overheats the tool a bit further, breaks something more. By the 8th shot the batteries are bulging and one is spewing pressurized acid. You fling the gun out the entry and then pull the slab door fully shut. Your target, three hinges and locking mechanism are melted through. A red molten ring sits in the place of each former object on the door. Reflective curious eyes peer through, but go no further as you hear the odd chittering language of the Skaali. On cue your overtaxed cutting laser explodes, finally drawing the ire of the beast. It chuffs the air before charging your location, ramming the reinforced wall section head first. It immediately buckles and tendrils work their way in around the partially folded door piece, wrenching it away with horrific strength. It breath smells so familiar...like the refined biomass fluids.

Running out of time, you slam the door with the same patter you gave to the Skaali. Again, and again....and again. This time with one last modification "dead place meat." Two primed plasma fuel cells get chucked out of the door and explode a moment later after curious tentacles wrapped around them. The smell of blood and charred meat fills the room. Not a serious injury to the beast, but enough to cause the Skaali to break down the meager barrier between them and this place. For a moment several hundred hungry eyes, long tired of cannibalism, rats, and filth, meet with an unnatural predator made of nightmares; and then they swarm. Skaali have swarmed tanks, fortresses, thousands of men armed with automatic heavy weaponry, they have swarmed predators that made the super predators of prehistoric terra look downright adorable, they have swarmed and killed the impossible, and it is in their nature to do it again and again. So this? Nothing.

>>3167149
Carl, the swarm whisperer.

>>3167149
The tide of screeching chitin washes past you, never paying second glance, the individual Skaali make up a distributed super organism made of claws, hunger, murderous intent, for everyone one trampled under foot, impaled, eaten, crushed, or tossed into a wall, dozens more fill the void. The creature is clearly regenerating its injuries, just not fast enough to make up for the damage being done. Its like watching a man fight a deli slicer face first. Gore splashes freely as tentacles and eyes are ripped out, chunks of meat sliced off and gulped eagerly. The abomination continues to fight, even as it's ribs and face become a skeletal mask of meat and raw, dripping, gristle.
---
roll 1d100, pick a choice, Cursed or I will get to it tomorrow.

>Stay where it is safe, let the bugs eat their fill.
>Make a dash for the hidden door on the floor that's been bent up.
>Join the Skaali in killing the beast.

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>3167151
>>Join the Skaali in killing the beast.
Dangerous, but high payoff. Any Skaali that get fresh with us we can just backhand away with our retard strength combined with armored suit.

We're eating that thing.

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>3167154
>Join the Skaali in killing the beast

>>3167156
Well, that was meant for
>>3167154
but it doesn't matter with that dumpster fire of a roll.

>>3167156
A simpel grubb will pimpslap us

>>3167159
feel free for other players to choose and roll. This is one of those "best of; whenever the GM gets back."

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>3167154
killkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkill

>>3167174
When I posted this, I meant kill and eat any and everything. The Skaali and beast shall be our bounty.
I mean come on the Skaali kill their own all the time.

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>3167154
>Join the Skaali in killing the beast.

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>3167177
Support

we will kill and eat all of them, the beast was injured by us but every other insect can be a meal here. After that we go away.

And Carl will have fun in killing this xenos.

>>3167177
there could be weapons and armors left by the defeated human guards on the ground (and their corpses) ? we could use them.

>>3167154
>Join the Skaali in killing the beast.
We still have the bandolier of cheap knives right?
Throw four of them at this thing's eyes then charge in to shiv it with the last two

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>3167236
>1 post by this ID
Like hell, I've been posting since day 1

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>3167236
>>Join the Skaali in killing the beast.

>>3167237
>85: The knives were gone, but the will was not.
The host was disoriented and confused, yet fully awake and taking back control of his nervous system. He had no idea what was happening, where he was or doing, only that he must kill. Fumbling hands searched in confusion for a tactical harness and blades no longer available; only to find entombment in ceramic gauntlets. The hardsuit helmet muted the world around you, carls breathing and pulse became the background of the ensuing slaughter; already weakened by the Skaali horde the beast was weakened enough that its remaining tendrils slapped at Carl with anemic force. Fists clenched inside what would become makeshift cudgels eagerly.

Wading through the strikes, your host approached the abomination, now seemingly fearful, moral, injured. As it lunged to bite Carl, he flipped over onto the back of it's neck and began delivering vicious blows to the back of it's massive skull. Bone began to splinter as it bucked in desperation, crushing unwary or overeager bugs, but that stopped neither Carl or the Skaali from the hard work of killing. Each blow became wetter sounding until finally a fist plunged through into a brain stem, on the return yanking out a cluster of tightly bound nerves, arteries, and jiggling synaptic matter. It was dead.

For their part, the bugs were not murdering you yet, instead focusing on gorging, crawling inside oversized eye sockets and wriggling into the dead beast's mouth, like oversized maggots. They scratched at the bones, but were unable to break them for the sweet marrow within.
---
>Help some bugs out and spend time breaking bones.
>Do the above, but help yourself as well.
>Just GTFO before they decide to eat you.

1d100, pick 1, ill be back later.

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>3167634
>Do the above, but help yourself as well.
Hey, worst case scenario, we end up becoming a skaali host.

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>3167634
>Do the above, but help yourself as well.

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>3167634
>>Do the above, but help yourself as well.

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>3167634
>>Do the above, but help yourself as well.

k' time for more nat 1

Can we start killing and eating these guys once they start trying to molt?

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>3167634
>Do the above, but help yourself as well.

We got this.

>>3167882
>87: Just fucking squeaked by an 85 DC.
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Carl's apprehension is apparent, he does not like these bugs, does not trust them, and to be fair you are pretty sure that you are a social failure away from being killed by the swarm. Still, there is potent biomass within those bones, it calls to you, but there is a line to be careful of. The next several hours involve Carl ripping bones from sockets, tearing off bits of tendon and cracking open the calcified structures to get at the marrow inside. You encourage your host to help himself to the marrow has he flings the shattered remains out into the crowd of chittering, waiting bugs. Their social structure is fascinating; those who dive for the marrow have no hesitation of attacking their kin, those who are injured badly fall to the crowd around them, and in turn the grubs feast on the scraps. Their society is in a constant state of renewal, any Skaali who survives to their final form is likely a force to be reckoned with. The taste of the abomination apparently reminds carl of beef marrow mixed with shellfish, and he consumes the flesh heartily along with his unlikely dining companions. You suspect the display of strength and usefulness of providing meat for the swarm has prevented them from turning on you thus far. By the time the shattered remains of the beast are nothing more than gnawed chunks of bone that only a diziz rat would attend to, the insects begin to enter a state of torpor, their skin hardening and turning opaque. They are preparing to molt. Those not molting stand guard over their metamorphosing kin. As you turn to leave you notice a specimen looking at you, it slaps its claw in rhythm against the steel flooring, the beat you gave them earlier, but now more complex. Carl is encouraged to emulate it, his ceramic encased foot stomping against the floor in turn. The sequence increases in complexity, and is repeated, back and fourth. Their language is evolving in real time, you notice the smell. Whatever was opened in their territory must have been refined biomass, the creature's breath reeks of it's sweetness.

https://youtu.be/7pirhdH8DTM?t=18
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>Jam out with the Skaali, deepen your understanding of their communication.
>Walk on into the darkness, continue your journey.
>Investigate the hidden floor ramp door that the abomination was fixated on.

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>3167958
>Jam out with the Skaali, deepen your understanding of their communication.
We need allies and they would be good ones. They are strong, smart, predictable and have no reason to kill us, other than to eat.

>>3167958
>>Jam out with the Skaali, deepen your understanding of their communication.
The more we learn of them now the better, sooner or later this swarm will be released onto the station and we'll be in an all you can eat buffet.

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>3167958
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WCSM2kFiY0g

GRAB BONES AND START BEATIIING. Where is homo erectus carl with his percussion instrument

>>3167981
https://youtu.be/WCSM2kFiY0g?t=186

The video takes a while to start

>>3167958
>>3167964
forgot to mention to roll a 1d100. 1d100 plox.

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>3167987
Alright.

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>3167958
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-tJYN-eG1zk

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>3167958
>Jam out with the Skaali, deepen your understanding of their communication.

>>3167987
was I too late to roll for the rock fest?

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>3167958
>Jam out with the Skaali, deepen your understanding of their communication.


uhm

>They are preparing to molt.
>Those not molting stand guard over their metamorphosing kin.

tempting food. really tempting.

>>3167987
Can you tell up how many are left that aren't molting? You know, in case we want to try attacking and eating them?

I have a feeling the longer we stay down here, the worse Angel Station's long term prospects look.
Also, if our host wasn't named Carl, he'd be dead as hell by this point.

>>3168009
you would die. Its not out of character to betray someone for the biomorph, but at the same time we are not murder hobos. The character of the character is smart enough to avoid situations that will likely get it killed, as its primary goal is not eating, but surviving. Eating gives more biomass which allows for self improvement, which enhances chances of survival. With the reccent boost to intelligence, the biomorph has become curious about it's origins, life around it, and social behaviors. At a surface level this is an outward sign of character development, but below that surface, any new data it learns enables better manipulation of social events, navigating where future paths may lead, and finding better opportunity, in general, enhancing chances for survival. Even the deepening concepts like friendship aid in enhancing survival in some situations. The Biomorph follows an instinctual logic, and in many ways is probably as much a slave to it's behaviors as anyone else is. None of this has been implicitly laid out in the game, but it gives rational and explanation behind the character. Even if it was a ravenous eating machine growing to engulf the station in a web of flesh, the end goal is still the same.

>>3168040
I am still fully in support of ripping the entire station apart and devouring every single sapient onboard, maybe while taking Carl along for the ride. If he survives.

>>3168046
I'm not so on board with that. Then we'd be left with the bugs and rats.

>>3168128
Just launch ourselves through space towards the next target and hibernate or something, we did it already in order to even arrive.
Or just use Carl to pilot us to a new, juicier location.

>>3168128
there are many ways we can do it.

>>3168046
The Biomorph was firmed up during the initial big stat buy in. Angel station is also a pretty big hub right now for the SS setting with a few other storylines using it, so if it was going to be that kind of story, we'd have to find our way to a different area.
>>3167997
>75: A modest performance
You have a limited conversation with the Skaali ravager, contributing nothing further to their syntax, but offering no signs of weakness. It would seem though that you are not the only one studying other life forms. The ravagers of the group scrutinize your every movement, and on occasion mimic. Soon the pods are twisting, and the body language of the Skaali becomes more irritated. Its time to go.

>Quickly go into the nearby floor ramp and seal it behind you.
>Just head out into the darkness and hope for the best.

dice+1d100 and a choice.

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>3169053
>>Just head out into the darkness and hope for the best.
Leave openings for the perpetually angry bugs.

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>3169053
>Just head out into the darkness and hope for the best.
Sorry if these questions are basic knowledge, I'm fairly new to /qst/. What's SS? Are we part of a larger narrative here? Is that why the Imperial guards showed up?

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>3169053
>Investigate the hidden floor ramp door that the abomination was fixated on.
I smell loot, but I would like to know how much biomass we had accumulated.

>>3169146
SS is Silent Stars. Stay a while and listen. (d2 meme reference)

Silent stars is a space setting made by CursedQM. There are several quests contained within it. You dont need to know anything about the setting to play though. Cursed lovingly unfucks lore and makes it work when I CoGM, and i try to leave my impact on the setting nebulous enough that while things happen for the players and there is an adventure, I dont actually advance any setting wide plot. So i tend to keep things at a local and personal level. Cursed has some google docs that go into explaining the lore, tech, and alien races a bit. So far there are now 4 storylines within the setting.

>Wick's Saga- Pirate dickbag and all around cool guy. Also the primary storyline.
>SilentStarsSideStory (S4)- Follow a Giant robot, sociopath AI, cybernetic clone, and other weird fuckers.
>Ballad of the Biomorph- You are in this one.
>Scrapworld-Another QM's one off take on the setting, which was based off side story, so, third gen Side story QM'ing right there. All in all pretty good, 10/10 would clank again.

see: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=silent+stars
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=silent+stars (for the lost threads)

It should be of note, Cursed is a busy dude, so his stories sometimes end openly, but they are a hell of a ride.

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>3169053
Ramp. Its the plot hook.

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>>3169053
>>3169626
>72: This is a true fact.
You walk over to the mangled rampway which is still attempting to close periodically. Enhanced senses and enhanced Carl allows you to easily slide down into the floor between each attempt at closing which would shear a man in half. The small room is barely tall enough to stand in, and has a series of relatively bright white lights that illuminate raw steel paneling. Its much better taken care of than anything else you've seen thus far. "Seem suspect?" "Yes Carl. It is very suspect." "Don't have to be an asshole about it." you kindly remind carl of an important fact "I've always exited and entered your maw, despite the risk of harm to myself from your calcified macerators." the momentary pause is enough time for Carl to scan the room and pull on a damaged latching mechanism that allows the heavy overhead hatch to finally close. The small room only has one other exit point, which leads down a shallow descending motor ramp. Carl recognizes it as a vehicular maintenance pathway. Common in larger stations and planet side structures. Seems like you are going down further. Better than up. Up so far is death. Carl presses on for a while, his environmental boots clacking against the concrete like substance of the tiny road. Got some time.
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>Ask Carl about his past. what? You already know, but it doesn't hurt to pass the time.
>Tell Carl about your concerns. He already knows, but it doesn't hurt to pass time.
>Examine this structure.
>Write in
>walk in silence.

roll 1d100 regardless of action picked.

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>3169645
>Write in
Wanna get noodles after all this? I know this is really unlikely, but I hope we find noodles. Maybe some instant stuff at the very least.

>>3169681
Seconding.
"You have been doing well, Carl. Should we find ourselves reentering society soon, you should reward yourself for your recent efforts."

>>3169681
Carl swallows, salivating slightly. "You know. Noodles and a beer sound great." Primal memories are more potent than normal ones, often generated during a life altering event. For some reason, Carl thinks about noodles fairly often. Now you relive his experience with an unusual lemon grass, creme, chicken broth with crystal noodles. Chunks of orange root vegetable and mysterious meat float in it as he looks up from the steaming polystyrene cup at an attractive waitress. Just overhead a leaking pipe emulates rainfall as modified tuktuk haulers speed by. Your mutual reverie of the moment in history is interrupted by a group of heavily armed figures emerging from the end of the tunnel. Armored Exoskeletons and heavy caliber solid projectile automatic weapons. "I really need a name for you before we die." So far aside from their approaching presence, no one has exhibited hostility outright. You detect faint buzzing on the electromagnetic spectrum, it makes no sense. Long pauses, then momentary bursts, the occasional series of rapid pops like a radio wave recreation of battlefield ambience.
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>Mutate carl to meet the situation. This is going to burn all your biomass.
>Diplomacy, you are smart, erudite, arguably charming.
>Examine the tunnel around you, see if there is an escape vector.

choice and a 1d100. You got my horrible GM responses until cursed returns.

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>3169645
>Ask Carl about his past. what ? You already know, but it doesn't hurt to pass the time.

The period of military training for become a soldier. It s not a problem right Carl ?

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>3169702
>Examine the tunnel around you, see if there is an escape vector.

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>3169702
>Your mutual reverie of the moment in history is interrupted by a group of heavily armed figures emerging from the end of the tunnel. Armored Exoskeletons and heavy caliber solid projectile automatic weapons.
>Diplomacy, you are smart, erudite, arguably charming.
Fuck it I wanna see where this goes.

>>3169711
>a group of heavily armed figures
>Armored Exoskeletons and heavy caliber solid projectile automatic weapons

their stuff looks pretty good and useful for killing Skaali insects. Or anything else.

>>3169713
O hope they ignore us in favor of attacking the obviously aggressive hoard of alien bugs. Please ignore the man in the armored suit who somehow made it past them.

>>3169706
>87: Talk talk.
"Carl." He seems lost in thought. "Caaaaaarrrrrrl....remember that time you ejaculated prematurely and failed to impress your mating partner?" the mental equivelant of a defeated sigh stimulates your neurons as carl vocalizes audibly. "Yes. Yes. I do. Was that yesterday? Its hard to tell when you keep highjacking my body so you can EAT PEOPLE." you do consider this. That is a true statement, perhaps you have misjudged his mental fortitude and comfort when consuming his fellow sapient. You are immediately corrected as carl examines that thought. "No, not just no. Fuck no. I'll stick with surprise unconsciousness." You really do enjoy his presence though. "Carl, tell me about your time in the military. Maybe the formative part. I Want to hear you say it." ...."this is really weird, bug. Almost...intimate. Alright..." You learn about the culture that is built around social conditioning, likely creating reflexive behaviors, as carl talks, he relives, his brain activates old neural pathways, shunting around elements of himself that would normally hesitate for objection to an action. Interesting that after all this time, they are still there, old near programmatic pathways. Discussions on food fire the olfactory sector, or even emotional elements. you squiggle about under the new stimuli causing your host to rub his gut, inadvertently pressing on the environmental hardsuit and giving you a sort of "pat." Yes. Carl pats are good. You enjoyment is cut short by new visitors....heavily armed and armored visitors. Threat yes, inactive threat, yes. Potential to service hardsuit and gain new equipment, data. Yes. Violence, possible. No meat scent. Odd. Many thoughts quickly flicker through your wormy mind as you preform an analysis of the new situation.

...which takes us to the present.
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>>3169709
>87: How about that door right over there.
Well its not much, but for what it is, there seems to be a door that likely leads into some sort of machinery room given the periodic spacing of inactive ventilation fans. It has an obvious external lock on it, very old fashioned.

>"Hello fellow, normal sapients. My name is Carl." <mid dc, but something about you is off.>
>Just let Carl do the talking. <mid dc, but its carl.>
>Break for the door, via breaking through the door, see where it takes you. <mid DC, and you will probably be shot at.>
>Combat mutations, this will hurt, and getting shot will probably hurt too. <High DC, and you will absolutely be shot.>

>>3169720
>>Just let Carl do the talking. <mid dc, but its carl.>
>"Hello fellow, normal sapients. My name is Carl." <mid dc, but something about you is off.>
dont know what one is worse we could ask carl if he wants to do the talking or have us do it while he watches and advices

>>3169720
>Just let Carl do the talking. <mid dc, but its carl.>


Ah

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>3169732
carl what was the name of the other ilama?

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>3169737

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>3169720
Carl power

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Hmmmm

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Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>3169720
>>Just let Carl do the talking. <mid dc, but its carl.>
Come on Carl

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>3169720
>>Just let Carl do the talking. <mid dc, but its carl.>

>>3169759
that poor misguided guy i dont even know how he survives

>>3169759
Voting for this for comedy

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>3169720
>Just let Carl do the talking. <mid dc, but its carl.>

Change Carls Voice to a female

>>3169978
Sexy Carl

>>3170419
real lifes been real. gonna be busy for another few hours.

>>3170712
Real life continues to be real. If cursed makes a resurgence the quest will move sooner than before tomorrow. Sorry folks.

>>3171627
no problem its yours and there time

>>3171644
theirs

>>3169760
Carl ran his hand over the lower portion of his face before he looked up at the approaching group, it was an odd gesture for you. Most of them had some history in his evolutionary background. "Five. What do you think?" You flex slightly "We have enough biomass to maybe survive it, depending on the capability of this suit, higher risk than I'd prefer, Carl." his slight cringe when you use his name is still enjoyable. With a large heaving breath, your hose raises the visor of the hard suit and approaches the...mercenaries? The electronic chatter you detect keeps getting stronger as you approach them. No Smell. Sterile as could be. No, no organics are ever this pure. Possibly machines. Your limited time on the Angel Station Intranet provided some understanding of the various entities that should and should not be here. Synthetics, possibly combat cyborgs. Illegal to the local authority either way, not to dismiss your own extralegal existence. The swirling thoughts through your head cause Carl to flinch "Shut up.....just...think less for a sec. I'm trying to talk here."

Putting on his best display of friendly and nonagressive body language combinations, you are impressed. Carl has a touch of the ol' social chameleon in him. Adaptive for survival, you knew you picked right when you didn't liquidate his organs for biomass. He feels those thoughts through your sympathetic connection, and in turn you feel a mixture of flattery and abject horror.

"Well, hello, here we are; hopefully as none of us are shooting this can be a friendly enough exchange considering none of us are shooting yet." A thick ribbon of ammunition mechanically cycles into one of the figure's weapons with a slow and audible *chunk chunk chunk* You dump the best stimulants carl's body has to offer into his veins. Before he has a chance to talk you are finally addressed.

"Observed: hostile blue on blue action with Skaali allies after sabotage of critical substations. State your reason for termination of allied unit." He gets confused. "the abomination carl. its the only thing we killed thats not a Skaali." One of the combat units in front of you sports a female figure which seems to distract your host before his eyes refocus on the machines. "I...ve...been...uhh...trying very hard to not be killed by anything. The abomination was a..uhh." His eyes drift back to the chest of the female as you remind him "A threat." he straightens up "Yes, a threat." One of the machines deploys what looks like a miniature comm array and points it at Carl. You feel unpleasantly hot within him for a moment before the heat fades. More electronic chatter. "Biomorph carrier confirmed." the smaller combat unit points its gun at Carl "Cut the shit Biomorph." You mentally reassure your host before taking control.

"We can conclude tedious exchange with a bit of honesty. I am apparently a Biomorph. You are apparently a collection of illegal..." the pause is heavy "Refugees. We are refugees." 1/2

>>3172065

"Then we are all in the same situation, I want to survive, no doubt you want to survive. lets.." you are cut off as the group trains their weapons on you while you take a step forward. It would seem the option to kill them quickly has evaporated. You use Carl's flesh to audibly sigh and slump your shoulders. "What do you want?" the largest machine answers taciturnly "Address prior inquiry." You focus on the group intently, as two species determining who falls where on the food chain. "Survival. Become resource inefficient for capture expedition, attack when possible, return to anonymity. Be on my way. Exist. Consume threats." Your words come out as you think, honest. Of the Five, the tallest is likely a combat machine, as are the two smaller ones. The intermediate pair, one is overtly female, though the potential for a repurposed machine is possible. The other one is slightly taller. "Biomorphs dont talk with food, and everything is food to them." Carl pushes forward out of your control "For fuck's sake man. Do us or dont, I just want some damn noodles before I die. Can a guy get some damn noodles?" the middle pair give away their identity cleanly as they look at each other with a very organic reaction. Combat cyborgs. The buzz of electronic communication is overwhelming now, reminiscent of data upload when you posted that picture on the chan. "Biomorph, you are going to be coming with us. Turn into a tide of flesh, or start growing tentacles, or eating people left and right, we are gonna have words real fast. Past that, someone we know thinks its worth figuring you out without cuttin' you apart."

2/2
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pick 1. roll 1d100
>express joy at not being murdered in addition to being abducted.
>walk silently.
>Conversate.

>>3172074
>walk silently.

>>3172074
let carl talk

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>3172087

reading this quest always makes me hungry for noodles

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>3172074
>Conversate
If they allow us. Let Carl talk.
Meanwhile control their weapons and movements, and the buildings around us, start doing some "excessive foot steps" similar to how skaali do. Maybe a group of them could arrive here, and we have chance of escaping.


This is bad. Really bad. They have scanners. They know what we are. And they don t have any good intention.

how many ? That we can see here ?

>>3172084
Make a roll

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>3172084

>>3172074
Do we remember our past?

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>3172117

>>3172087
>>3172088
>30: Eloquence is not his.
For a while Carl's base urges cycle through vicious hunger and mentally categorizing tastes and flavors of noodles he would eat when given the opportunity. In an act of kindness, and to end the vicious feedback loop you disable his digestive system for now. This frees up processing power to stare at an armor clad ass for a bit. Oh Carl. This is what you do with the gift given to you. Your mocking disappointment is met with crass poignancy. "yes, yes, Carl. Muh dik." you've absorbed a bit of the board culture from your time on the terminal it would seem.

Eventually he speaks. "So what are you guys? Fuckbot gained sapience? Illegal Cyborg? Liberated nugget? Your chassis in particular stands out." All of the machines are armored in matching white clinical plates, with grey banded, reinforced fiber padding covering actuation points. Past that they all featured obviously mechanical arms and legs of an industrial nature, complete with a touch of grime throwing off the clean motif. The "female's" design threw him off the most. Overtly female body, mechatronic legs and arms, strange slab steel horizontal helmet like someone carved the corner off a square and placed it on her face, except it was all too small for a helmet. Neuroprosthesis? They keep walking on, no words, just the steady drone of electric motors, metallic footfalls, and a periodic hiss of pneudraluics. The two organics seem to have taken front while the three machines follow you in the rear.

"Fuck bot huh? Yeah something like that, Biomorph. Almost wish you were one of the stupid ones." a particularly dense field of high amperage arcing crackles around the cyborg's feet and arms, filling the air with the smell of carbon and ozone. "So that for jerking someone off?" You had no time to stop Carl. it was too late. Thankfully their sense of patience is as augmented as their flesh.
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>time skip
>harass...talk with the other biological unit.
>Ask about the location you are headed to. put carl away.

>>3172146
i have changed my vote and hopefully we can do this without making them suspicious

>>3172074
New Quest: get Carl some motherfucking noodles

>>3172143
yes.
>>3172146
im sorry I missed your roll, I will compensate on the next result based on if no roll is higher than that one. TL/DR: 79 banked for next turn as fail safe.

>>3172147
>Ask about the location you are headed to. put carl away.

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Did someone mention trying to summon Skaali to distract the cyborgs and robots?
>"Hey you guys wanna see something cool?"
>starts fucking dancing
>Skaali start popping out the wood work

>>3172156
>>3172156
>>Ask about the location you are headed to. put carl away.

"Carl is still adjusting to recent changes." The taller male figure cranes his head you walk. "Must take a while gettin' use'to a worm up your ass." failing to see the point you move on "Probably so. Though I prefer a maxillary entry. You talk, so lets talk. Human? Common enough here. So probably. Location? Lower levels, but seemingly well kept, indicative of a reasonable population, or perhaps heavy automation in a preserved state." he remains silent, but is an aggressive personality type. "Dont go spoiling the surprise...my mechanical friend." The little convoy comes to a halt as he grabs you by the armored collar.

"Listen here ya overgrown genital wart, Quit proddin for information. Yeah, we're goin in deep, deep enough to be forgotten, and we kinda like it that way. You galivatin' about, killin this an' that, makinthe fukin' Skaali smarter, Blowin our damn power with your rebootin of the grid up top. Do you just walk around an' push buttons cause ya can? Are ya a fuckin child in there? Fuck! You know how much harder life is gonna be now, wait, fuck, biomorph, you dont care. Just want to eat shit till someone kills ya right?"

While he had been ranting, you started a chemical reaction in Carl's gut, it was small and controlled, but there was enough acid in there to potentially melt this fellow's head. Which would likely be a sure death, but the temptation was there. How very human of you. Despite his ranting, the cyborg did provide a fair amount of unintentional data. Your calm demeanor gave away that you were processing the conversation, the female picked up on it quickly. "Shut up Mitchell, you are feeding it. Just with your words instead of whats left of your carcass."

You tap in sequence on the floor, to the tune of the Skaali. "Shit won't work here cock smoke, plates are too thick." it was worth a try.

>>3172167
and ill be back later today. time to sleep.

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>>3172150
more like excuse me i just got back to the computer noticed this >>3172117 plan and changed my vote to it
is it forbidden to roll when changing vote?
also thank you qm
>>3172147
>Ask about the location you are headed to. put carl away.
also your description remedied me of this pic related
>>3172164
yep and like that but also from above and below

>>3172167
>You galivatin' about, killin this an' that
I remember someone did a thing and there was a post about a population getting jettisoned into space? Or was that a past record?

>makinthe fukin' Skaali smarter,
Wait you can make them smarter?

>Blowin our damn power with your rebootin of the grid up top
Hey you can't be hogging all the power

>Do you just walk around an' push buttons cause ya can? Are ya a fuckin child in there? Fuck!
Technically?

>You know how much harder life is gonna be now, wait, fuck, biomorph, you dont care. Just want to eat shit till someone kills ya right?"
And for the Bantz

>>3172167
Oh well.

3 guns wield by terminators behind us, and 2 cyborgs ahead that will kill us in a moment .

if we don t encounter anything that start a fight with them, they are going to polverize us in seconds for other strange movements.

And if they sell us to a corp, it s pretty much game over since the corp will have some experience in dealing with similar beings, and they will just experiment on us until death.

>>3172210
we had to run away. we got caught up in greed.

>>3172164
That was an idea.

>>3172216
Greed?

>>3172240
of more knowledge, eating them and getting their equipment.

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>GATE 1: INOP: POWER UNAVIL.
>GATE 2: Explosive charge activated.
A pop followed by kalxxons kick off behind the sealed door you walked through earlier, significant screeching can be heard as autogun fire sounds out, eventually the sounds of tortured metal can be heard and the bugs calling out in triumpth. Red light continues to pulse from a paper thin gap under the door as the klaxons get destroyed one by one eventually returning to silence. Hmm.
>>Local systems deenergized prior to MX event. last updated 578 days ago.
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I still don't know what this accomplished.

>>3172244
tbf I don't think we ate anymore than like. 10 living people? And we only ate all the corpses in the morgue. And that hit squad was practically asking for it. We're the LEAST invasive Biomorph on this station I bet. Probably.

>>3172167
Ask them if they got any noodle. We demand noodles for substance.
Can we change Carl's biology to maximize the nutrients and Biomass we can can absorb through noodles?

>>3172167
Tell them they're annoyingly competent.

Maybe they could point us at a softer, less wary prey.

Besides they don't seem to have much biomass, so it's not like they're terribly appealing as food.

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>>3172167
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0arsPXEaIUY
Is our Mimic ability good enough to change our form into something cute and derpy? Bitches love the cute.

>>3173389
If we can then I am super on board with this.

>>3172173
interestingly close to what i was thinking.
>>3172178
1.not our fault
2.Gave them stimuli and offered communication instead of purging, you might have also fed them something rich in mutagens. twice.
3.Arguably correct.
4.We are barely over a week old. maybe two at tops.
5.Arguably correct.
>>3172210
its probably not that bad.
>>3172244
displaying a deep understanding of abstract concepts.
>>3173141
tl/dr:
-Gate 1 was the hidden ramp in the floor you walked down which was being molested by the giant monster who the bugs ate. you are now being kidnapped.
-Gate 2 was the thing you tripped over and twisted your ankle on while walking past the bugs. It was full of refined biomass liquid which would have given you three more upgrade points had it been explored. Granted you might have also been eaten by bugs. When you "opened it" from the terminal, it used explosive charges. Bugs went in and ate it instead.
-578 days ago is the last time anyones fucked with the terminal's MX (maintenance) records/ settings.
-Arguably the nicest biomorph the station has seen. We've probably yet to eat anyone who really didn't deserve it, though indirectly we have caused more loss of life than that, granted its also created a lot of change.
-Noodles can be optimized. we have the biomass.
>>3173333
noted.
>>3173389
outside of carl, with our intial low level mimic skill we would have looked like a derpy, shitty copy of a snake. enough to pass for something maybe natural in the dark or at a glance.

>>3173516
How much biomass would it cost, and would we be considered cute?
Also if the terminators have so much beef withe the aliens could they pay us in gear and refined biomass to deal with them?

>>3173516
>full of refined biomass liquid
>3 more upgrade points
we need to hunt that swarm of skaali

>>3173531
I agree. Those ungrateful cunts.

>>3173535
yeah. Still, we need to find a way to escape from this guys. Or kill them.

>>3173566
>Past that, someone we know thinks its worth figuring you out without cuttin' you apart.
desu I'm kind of curious who this person is and I'm hoping we could form some kind of mutual relationship with someone. An ally. Someone who would hopefully help us kill those thieving bugs.

>>3173600
i m curious as well. But i don t know if we can create a mutual relationship with him.

>>3173611
or her.

or whatever this entity is.

>>3173526
You are alerady a mimic, the investment has been made. Inside carl it lets you change simple facial features for a limited time. Outside carl you can attempt to mimic other lifeform's shapes, inhabit corpses, wear clothing, use a voice. As for biomass, probably not, gear, probably yes.
>>3173535
Whats in motion gains momentum every moment its not stopped.
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>>3172167
The walk continues in modest silence the tunnel stretching onward past your field of view, however eventually the group turns and guides you through a side access door and down a staircase. You note numerous scanners blasting you with various frequencies of electromagnetic noise, and behind them semi concealed panels for automated weapons. Carl catches what is likely a sliding bulkhead firewall, several of them actually. This place is well defended despite the unguarded look. After a relatively short flight of stairs and out a small security door that the lumbering machines have to duck under, you find yourself somewhere very unexpected. On the outside of the station. Sort of. Its a bit disorienting; the open space with multiple AG fields creates a place where there are three dimensional living space built up and down with people walking on an apparent cavernous ceiling and floor. Its apparent that this is an old section of the station, to the point where more structures were built around it over the years,eventually sealing it off from the void, and around those, even more structure. A lot of older stations outside of civilized space are like that, an ever accumulating pile of man made detritus.

"Welcome to the void slum. Now move."
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>Gawk like a stupid asshole
>move
>Examine people as you move.
>Smell that?

1d100 and a choice

>>3174502
Gawk like a stupid asshole.

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>3174524

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>3174502
>Smell that?
Noodles?

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>3174502
>>Smell that?
Time for big finds

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>3174502
>>Gawk like a stupid asshole
Then move
Maybe we can be spotted as a noob, and someone will try and take us down a deserted alley way.
Then we can get a quick bite to eat.

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>3174502
>Gawk like a stupid asshole

In fact, I am gawking. So, the floor is the station's walls? And there are weird field things that create a magical dome of science for this pplz to live here? Can we break those?

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>3174502
>Smell that?

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>3174502

>Smell that?

Probably not

>>3174981

No wait, I smell it...what is it?