>>3330160
>Engage the dino in the jungle.

>>3330160
>>Engage the dino in the jungle.
Capturing isn't worth risking damage of the fence itself.

>>3330160
>Engage the dino in the jungle.
WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE! WE GOT FUN AND GAAAAMES!

>>3330160
>>Engage the dino in the jungle.

>>3330160
>>Engage the dino in the jungle.

>>3330160
>>Engage the dino in the jungle.

This is a Crisis...a DINO CRISIS!

>>3330160
>Engage the dino in the jungle.

>>3330160
>Engage the dino in the jungle.

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>>3330160
"We'll hit it in the jungle!" You yell to HK. "Give it everything you got!"

"Affirmative." HK nods resolutely as she raises her rifle. The barrel of her back mounted Typhoon launcher also swivels into position, ready to fire.

Meanwhile, you unsling your rocket launcher and hoist it over your shoulder. With your enhanced strength, you could still hold it fairly steady while keeping up a healthy sprint. However, the larger problem was actually hitting your target. That dino was damn fast, and the rocket launcher you were lugging was the simple tube kind with a basic sight and no fancy guidance system. You'd pretty much have to eyeball this.

All those trees in the way weren't helping too much, either.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>3330325
Firing!

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>3330325

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>3330325

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>>3330325
...

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>>3330325
You fire off your first rocket, which shrieks through the trees right at the fleeing dino, but it seems to be aware of the incoming threat and sidesteps just in the nick of the time, but your rocket slams into the tree behind it instead, showering the dino with flaming wood splinters and briefly slowing it down.

HK then follows up, launching a flurry of Typhoons grenades. Explosions ripple across the dinosaur's scaly skin, rocking the creature, but it stays on its feet.

And it continues to make a run for it.

>Damn, it must really be scared of you.
>Something doesn't seem right about this....
>Other

>>3330422
>Something doesn't seem right about this....

>>3330422
>Damn, it must really be scared of you. But something doesn't seem right about this....

>>3330422
>Something doesn't seem right about this....

>>3330422
>>Something doesn't seem right about this....

>>3330422
>>Something doesn't seem right about this....

What if Vahlen is secretly following us, or at least attempting to, to get some info here?

>>3330422
>Something doesn't seem right about this....

>>3330422
>>Something doesn't seem right about this....

>>3330422
>Something doesn't seem right about this....

If it really is Carol, should we feed her some magic crystal in the hopes of accelerating regeneration?

>>3330422
>>Something doesn't seem right about this....
It's luring us somewhere.

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>>3330422
Something didn't seem right about this at all. Why was this dino so intent on running away from you? Was it trying to lead you into a trap?

Or was there something more to this...?

>It's trying to lead you into a trap!
>Carol...?
>Other

>>3330422
Something doesn't seem right about this....

>>3330510
>Carol...?

>>3330510
>>Carol...?

>>3330510
>>Carol...?

>>3330510
>Carol...?

>>3330510
>Carol...?

>>3330510
>>Carol...?

Oh god, are we freak out about almost murdering our beloved sister?

>>3330510
>Carol...?
WEW

>>3330536
Looking back on things, Carol is pretty much the few family Lewis loves without any sort of bad blood.

>>3330510
>>Carol...?

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>>3330510
...

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>>3330616
"Wait a minute!" You pause. "HK, cease fire!"

"Affirmative." HK lowers her rifle, but looks at you curiously. "Why?"

"Just a hunch..." You frown as you take a deep breath. "Carol, is that you?"

The dinosaur slinks off into the darkness, and there's a brief silence before it's broken by a loud, girly scream.

"LEWIE YOU MEAAAANIE!"

Carol suddenly blasts out from the trees, kicking you right in the gut with the force of a cannonball. Your crystal skin thankfully saves you from any significant damage as it hardens in response to the attack, but there's still enough force to knock the air out of you.

"Carol! I didn't know! Honest!" You wheeze.

"Why are you here?" HK asks suspiciously, though her weapon is still stowed away.

"You were helping Mom, weren't you?" You narrow your eyes. It all made sense now, how she singled out Wesker's vehicle and then destroyed the rest of the convoy vehicles specifically.

"Well yeah, she asked me to!" Carol pouts, not even bothering to help you back up. "And then you and HK show up and start shooting me!"

"You're quite clearly not hurt." HK points out.

"No!" Carol admits. "But it still hurts, you know!"

Damnit, why'd Carol have to get involved in all of this...?

>I'm really sorry, Carol.
>It's kinda your fault for just showing up out of the blue like that.
>Other

>>3330649
>>I'm really sorry, Carol.

>>3330649
>>I'm really sorry, Carol.
>>It's kinda your fault for just showing up out of the blue like that.

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>>3330649

>>I'm really sorry, Carol.

"OhmygodI'msosorry!!!"

>>3330649
>I'm really sorry, Carol.

>>3330649
>>I'm really sorry, Carol.
>>That and you and mom didn't exactly give me any info or communication to inform me on what to do to help.
Welp, like we suspected from the last time then.

>>3330649
>I'm really sorry, Carol.

How's your regenerative abilities? Do you need some food?

>>3330649
>I'm really sorry, Carol.

>>3330649
>I'm really sorry, Carol.
Next time try not to choose something so... targetable.

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>>3330649
"I'm really sorry, Carol." You say apologetically. "But maybe next time, well, you could be something a bit less overtly threatening?"

"Nnnnnn, I can't stay mad at you!" Carol giggles as she lunges forward and hugs you. "You were just doing your job, I guess!"

"Can you regenerate?" You wonder.

"Oh, don't worry, I totally stuffed myself at the buffet in preparation for this!" Carol puffs up proudly. "Plus, there's plenty of biomass on this island I can use if needed!"

You wonder if Carol actually ate any of the "normal" dinosaurs on the island... You decide it's better not to ask.

"You mentioned that Alice was here as well?" HK asks, trying to keep things on track.

"Ohmygosh, you're right!" Carol gasps. "She said to get that mean guy with the sunglasses away from the others, so that's what I did! I think she's gonna go after him!"

So Mom was serious about going after Wesker. Wait, shit. You remember that Hunk was headed over to assist!

"Damn, we better get there, then." You scowl.

"I'll come with you!" Carol offers.

>Let Carol come. She might come in handy.
>Tell her to leave. Someone might see her here.
>Other

>>3330759
>Let Carol come. She might come in handy.

>>3330759
>>Let Carol come. She might come in handy.

Might wanna take a different form. Don't want anyone recognizing Model Carol, or something.

>>3330759
>Tell her to leave. Someone might see her here.

Who knows who may be trying to chase that giant dino. Change forms like >>3330766

Maybe a male form or some researcher.

>>3330759
>Let Carol come. She might come in handy.

>>3330759
>Let Carol come. She might come in handy.
Fine but choose something less conspicuous. Maybe pretend to be a nameless merc or something.

>>3330778
She can be a merc named Carl.

>>3330766
>male form

I think I got the perfect name for her to call herself if she ever turns into a guy: Caroll/Carroll

>>3330759
>>Let Carol come. She might come in handy.
Crap crap crap! Hunk! We might need to hurt somebody Real Bad if he does hurt mom...

>>3330782
>>3330784
How about Carlos?

>>3330759
>>Let Carol come. She might come in handy.

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>>3330759
"All right, but you better not draw any attention!" You grunt.

"Who do you think you're talking to?" Carol giggles as she starts to shrink, morphing into a tiny mouse that takes refuge in your jacket. "Let's go!"

"That's a rather convenient ability." HK observes.

"Heehee! Jealous?" Carol squeaks, comfortably nestled in the collar of your jacket.

"Just making an observation." HK replies calmly.

"Less talking more moving." You grunt as you pick up your pace.

There's a few minutes of running as you and HK hustle over to where Carol had tossed Wesker's jeep. As you get closer, you can clearly see the crumpled remains of the vehicle, laying on its side and belching smoke.

"My my, I didn't know you were so concerned about my welfare." Wesker says in that typical smug tone. You turn to see him calmly walking towards you, not a single scratch on him save for a few noticeable cracks in his signature sunglasses. "However, as you can see, you are quite late."

"What happened?" You ask as Carol squirms in your jacket.

"I was ambushed by an anonymous mercenary." Wesker explains. "Quite the skilled one, she was. Nothing like the rabble Hunk warned me about. She even managed to escape."

"My apologies, sir." Hunk wheezes as he limps into view. He looked like a proper mess, his gas mask cracked and uniform disheveled. Looked like someone did a real number on him.

"No apologies needed. If not for your assistance, I dread what may have happened to me." Wesker smiles and turns back to you. "I hope the good Doctor is safe?"

"She is." You nod. "She's with the rest of the convoy."

"Excellent." Wesker dusts off his shirt. "And what of the beast that attacked us?"

>We killed it.
>It got away.
>Other

>>3330898
>It got away.

>>3330898
>>It got away.

>>3330898
>It got away.
You shoulda seen it move. Fuckin' booked like a bat outta hell. Barely paid attention to us.

>>3330898
>>It got away.
>Alice beat up HUNK
She's still got it.

>>3330898
>>It got away.

>>3330898
>It got away.

>>3330898
>It got away.

We should also check on Vahlen ourselves later. A shame SOP missed out.

How reasonably pissed should Lewis be that he wasn't told the plan and inadvertently shot at Carol?

>>3330898
>It got away.

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>>3330898
"It got away." You sigh. "Damn thing was fast."

"No matter, we'll eventually track it down." Wesker shrugs. "Still, despite these losses, we've made quite the gains, haven't we? I'm sure Doctor Vahlen is quite satisfied."

"As far as I could tell." Hunk coughs.

"Now then, shall we return, then?" Wesker adjusts his cracked sunglasses. "I'm sure our entourage is endlessly worried about our condition."

>Head back to the convoy.
>You should go look for Mom.
>Other

>>3330972
>Head back to the convoy.

Maintain secrecy.

>>3330972
>Head back to the convoy.
Alice is a big girl. She can take care of herself.

>>3330972
>>You should go look for Mom.

>>3330972
>>Head back to the convoy.

>>3330972
>>You should go look for Mom.
Where is she? and what support does she need?

>>3330972
>Head back to the convoy.

>>3330972
>Head back to the convoy.

>>3330972
>Head back to the convoy.

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>>3330972
"Yeah, let's." You nod. Trying to separate from Wesker now would risk rousing suspicion from him.

"I don't like him at all." Carol whispers to you. "He smells... wrong."

Well, you're sure a man with Wesker's means would have access to all sorts of top of the line biomods. Who knows what he was hiding in that body of his? Especially if it looked like he hadn't taken a scratch from Mom, and Mom was pretty terrifying herself.

By the time you all return to the site of the convoy, you could see that the Umbrella forces were starting to clear trees with explosives, no doubt to make an area for a helicopter to land. Sure enough, you can see a helicopter already touching down.

"That's our ride." Wesker says with a smile. "Well, more accurately, the Doctor's ride. But I think we can all return to HQ for a proper debriefing, yes?"

You can still feel Carol squirming in your jacket.

>Keep Carol with you. It's safer that way.
>You can't risk Carol being caught with you.
>Other

>>3331045
>>You can't risk Carol being caught with you.

Unless she can turn herself into a piece of clothing like a bodysuit underneath Lewis' clothes, I don't think it would be wise to keep her around.

>>3331045
>>You can't risk Carol being caught with you.
Aw hell no. Carol should go and regroup with mom vs maybe getting caught from scanners or other detectors.

>>3331045
>You can't risk Carol being caught with you.

>>3331045
>You can't risk Carol being caught with you.

>>3331045
>You can't risk Carol being caught with you.

>>3331045
>>Keep Carol with you. It's safer that way.

>>3331045
>Keep Carol with you. It's safer that way.

>>3331045
>>You can't risk Carol being caught with you.

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>>3331045
"Carol." You whisper. "Go find Mom. It's too dangerous for you to stick with us."

"But-"

"Go, Carol." You hiss.

There's a little squeak and you can feel Carol scuttle down your jacket and drop to the ground, disappearing into the brush.

"Come on, Lewis, we're all waiting for you." Wesker says. Sure enough, Vahlen was already in the helicopter with Wesker at the door. Hunk, however, was limping back towards the bunker, no doubt to go find SOPMOD.

With not much other choice, you and HK board the helicopter with Wesker and Vahlen.

"So, Doctor Vahlen." Wesker starts immediately. "I take it that you found something interesting."

"Yes, I've found a bit of the data that was scrubbed from the main InGen server." Vahlen nods. "It appears the company was secretly experimenting with human-dinosaur hybrids."

"Looking to break into the BOW market. Old Man Spencer was right." Spencer smirks. "And I take it our hired help was useful?"

"They provided adequate protection, yes." Vahlen nods. "Though it's a shame you weren't able to bring a sample of that T-Rex like creature. It was quite clearly genetically modified beyond the standard strains you could find in the park."

"Well, we lost it in the trees. This is an easy place to hide." You shrug.

"Undoubtedly." Vahlen nods in agreement.

"In light of the work you've done for us so far, I think you're due for some good old fashioned Umbrella hospitality." Wesker smiles, which causes you shiver. "How about a short stay at our newly acquired resort facilities on the island? Free of charge, of course."

You look at HK, you simply stares at you blankly.

>I could use a vacation.
>I'd rather head back to Raccoon City.
>Other

>>3331107
>I'd rather head back to Raccoon City.

>>3331107
>>I could use a vacation.

Gotta rendezvous with Mom and Carol, and maybe pick up something for Lucina.

>>3331107
>I could use a vacation.

>>3331107
>>I could use a vacation.

>>3331107
>I could use a vacation.

>>3331107
>>I could use a vacation.
Hopefully that's another chance for mom to use to get at Wesker...

>>3331107
>I could use a vacation.

>>3331107
>I could use a vacation.

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>>3331107
>>I could use a vacation.

>>3331112
How about a jar of gourmet sweets from the resort for her sweet tooth? Or maybe a maid bikini?

>>3331131
what about a jar of sweets wrapped in the maid bikini?

>>3331143
>box of cookies with a bikini gift wrapping

Could be interpreted as a flat chest joke though...

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>>3331107
"I could use a vacation." You nod.

"Excellent." Wesker then turns and taps the shoulder of the helicopter pilot, muttering instructions to him.

You then feel the helicopter change course as it heads towards the resort area. In fact, it's making a beeline towards the tallest tower in the whole area.

"Well, it was nice working together with you again." Vahlen smiles. "Once again, I've made an important discovery thanks to your efforts."

>Don't mention it.
>What exactly are you aiming to do, anyways?
>Other

>>3331160
>>What exactly are you aiming to do, anyways?
We have professional confidentiality

>>3331160
>Don't mention it.

>>3331160
>What exactly are you aiming to do, anyways?

>>3331160
>What exactly are you aiming to do, anyways?

We have a few guesses, but wouldn't mind a more direct response.

>>3331160
>Don't mention it.

>>3331160
>What exactly are you aiming to do, anyways?

>>3331160
>What exactly are you aiming to do, anyways?

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>>3331160
"Doctor Vahlen, what exactly are you aiming to do with all of this data, anyways?" You ask, genuinely curious.

"Well..."

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>3331207

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>3331207

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>>3331207

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>>3331207
"You can say that I am working on a project to surpass Umbrella's Tyrant line of BOWs." Vahlen says with a hint of pride. "Something more intelligent, more adaptable. The perfect organism!"

"You sound like more and more like Dr. Birkin every day." Wesker grins wryly.

"Hmph The man has had nearly a decade to perfect the G-virus and has failed to show any concrete results." Vahlen huffs. "Honestly, I'm not sure why he still holds such a high position in the company."

"You wouldn't be the only one to think that." Wesker says ominously. "But business matters aside, we've reached our stop."

You blink when you notice that the helicopter has already landed on the roof of the resort tower. Wesker kindly slides the door open.

"Until next time." Wesker gives another creepy smile. The type of unsettling smile that communicated that he knew something you didn't.

Damn, you started to understand more and more why Lucina detested him. She had to work under him every day.

"Don't forget your key." Wesker tosses you a keycard, which you manage to catch. On it was the designated room number. "It's the top floor suite, so it's just one floor down."

"Thanks, I guess." You nod.

Wesker just gives a smug grin as he slides the helicopter door closed and it takes off, leaving you and HK on the roof.

"I've conclude that all of the Umbrella personnel we have met so far are somewhat... unusual." HK notes.

"That's a big understatement." You sigh. "All right, let's go see what the room's like."

Both you and HK head down one floor from the stairwell and see a mighty set of double doors. You wave the keycard in front of the reader and the doors swing open, revealing a rather luxurious hotel suite that reminded you of Lucina's penthouse.

And there, laid out on the couch fast asleep was Mom, snoring loudly.

What the hell was she doing here?!?

>Wake her up to ask some questions.
>Better not disturb her...
>Other

>>3331224
>Better not disturb her...

>>3331224
>>Better not disturb her...

>>3331224
>>Better not disturb her...
How did she even... Ah fuck it, less important than making sure she rests after how hard she must have fought.

>>3331224
>Wake her up to ask some questions.

Did she find out anything, and tell her that it would have been nice to have been informed of the ambush earlier.

>>3331224
>Better not disturb her...

>>3331224
>Wake her up to ask some questions.
She obviously isn't really sleeping on a couch in full view from the doors where anyone entering would immediately notice her. She's faking it.

>>3331224
>Better not disturb her...

>>3331224
>Better not disturb her...
do not question magic mom powers.

>>3331224
>Wake her up to ask some questions.

>>3331224
>>Better not disturb her...

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>>3331224
You step carefully around the couch, careful not to make too much noise.

"You're not going to wake her?" HK asks curiously.

"No fucking way. Mom get's INCREDIBLY cranky if she's woken up." You hiss. "Better we just let her sleep things off before we start asking questions."

"I see." HK nods as she glances at Mom. "Then what is our course of action?"

>We can always take a look around the resort district.
>How about we hit the beaches.
>We should wait until Carol finds us.
>Other

>>3331253
>We should wait until Carol finds us.
Been so long since we had some real mandatory family fun time together.

>>3331253
>We can always take a look around the resort district.

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>>3331131
>>3331143
>>3331153
>Box of cookies

They better be DINOSAUR SHAPED COOKIES just like when the two of them were kids.

>>3331253
>>>We can always take a look around the resort district.

>>3331253
>We should wait until Carol finds us.

>>3331256
>>3331253
>>We should wait until Carol finds us.

>>3331253
>We can always take a look around the resort district.
Reconnoitre the area just in case things go pear shaped.

>>3331253
>>How about we hit the beaches.

>>3331253
>We should wait until Carol finds us.

>>3331253
>>We should wait until Carol finds us.

>>3331253
>We should wait until Carol finds us.

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>>3331253
"We should just sit tight until Carol catches up with us." You shrug as you seat yourself ion another couch, and you can immediately feel your energy being sucked away.

HK meanwhile continues to stand, though you get the feeling that she's troubled by something.

"Something wrong, HK?" You wonder.

"Lewis..." HK pauses. "Am I... an adequate T-Doll?"

"What?" You blink, not understanding.

"Has my performance been acceptable to you?" HK asks, her cold artificial eyes staring straight at you.

>Or course you are.
>I gotta admit you've still got room for improvement.
>Other

>>3331307
>>Other
What's bringing this about?

>>3331309
Supporting

>>3331307
>Or course you are.

"Part of growing up involves realizing that you have limits, but maturing involves learning work around limits. I learned that the hard way as a kid."

>>3331307
Seconding: >>3331309

>>Or course you are.

>>3331307
>>Or course you are.

>>3331307
>I gotta admit you've still got room for improvement.

Do not settle for mediocrity.

>>3331307
>>I gotta admit you've still got room for improvement.
Not that it's entirely her fault. Shit's been fucked six way since we got her.

>>3331307
>Or course you are.
>Except the stalking thing.

>>3331307
>Or course you are.
>I gotta admit you've still got room for improvement.
Both. Never stop getting better.

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>>3331307
"Of course you are." You blink. "Why wouldn't you be acceptable? Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

HK pauses, as if unsure whether to state the reason or not.

"My... self diagnostic functions have concluded that my performance is deficient." HK finally speaks. "I have failed to deal with threats in a satisfactory manner...

>We're all our own worst critics.
>Those "diagnostic functions" sound like they're the problem, not you.
>Other

>>3331345
>Those "diagnostic functions" sound like they're the problem, not you.

Plus we've been thrown into some pretty outlandish situations.

>>3331345
>We're all our own worst critics.

>>3331345
>>We're all our own worst critics.

>>3331345
>>We're all our own worst critics.

>>3331345
>We're all our own worst critics.

>>3331345
>>We're all our own worst critics.

>>3331345
>We're all our own worst critics.
Well, maybe not in everyone’s case, but still.

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>>3331345
"We're all our own worst critics." You say to reassure HK. "Don't sweat it too much. There's been a few times I totally would have gotten nowhere without your help so stop worrying about it.

"Understood." HK nods "I will cease airing these... 'concerns' of mine."

You're not quite sure i HK really got the point, but it was a step in the right direction, at least.

>Seems like a good time to take a nap.
>Ask HK why she's stalking you.
>Other

>>3331372
>Ask HK why she's stalking you.

>>3331372
>Ask HK why she's stalking you.

>>3331372
>Ask HK why she's stalking you.

>>3331372
>>Ask HK why she's stalking you.
She should air her concerns it's good for her. And yeah, we need to come clean about our own.

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>>3331372
"There's nothing wrong with voicing your doubts." You sigh as you look out the window, the tropical sun beating down through the glass. "But, well, there's been something I've been meaning to ask you."

"You know I am designed to answer your queries." HK assures you.

"Yeah, well, it still feels a bit odd to ask you this." You sigh. "But... have you been talking me, HK? Tell me the truth."

HK pauses at that question.

"Lewis..."

>And that's all for tonight! We'll continue on Saturday so don't miss it!

>>3331392
Thanks for running!

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>>3331392
>Lewis...

>>3331392
Ah shit. Have a good night Merc.
>>3331402
I'm ready.

>>3331392
Hugging the HK soon?

Thanks for the run OP!

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>>3331416
How about some cuddling? If not HK, since she may not exude the same warmth as a human being, then what about some nightly cuddle sessions with Lucina since we aren't doing any lewds?

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>>3331392
"I'm merely following my primary directives to protect you." HK says simply. "As I was programmed to."

"Even if it means following me without my knowledge?" You raise an eyebrow.

"I simply judged through my own logical deductions that it was not necessary to inform you of my presence. Neither you nor any other parties were harmed by the omission of information." HK remarks coolly.

Huh, well it all seemed to make sense, but you did get the feeling that these were canned answers from HK. Was she really telling you the truth?

>Press further.
>You don't want to risk setting her off.
>Other

>>3334566
>Press further.

>>3334566
>>Press further.

>>3334566
>Press further.

>>3334566
>Press further.
If you have concerns, its in my best interest to hear them out.

>>3334566
>Press further.

>>3334566
>Press further.

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>>3334566
>>Press further.

>>3332779
>cuddle sessions
Will there be spooning?

>>3334566
>>You don't want to risk setting her off.

>>3334566
>Press further.
HEAVEN OR HELL, LET'S ROCK!

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>>3334593
Only if you like having a face full of Lucina's nice long silky hair.

>>3334566
>>Press further.

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>>3334566
"HK." You say sternly. "You're not telling me everything, are you? More 'omission of information?'"

HK pauses and her eyes twitch for a brief second, as if she had run into some sort of error. Conflicting directives? Some sort of bug? You weren't too sure. With a normal human you could just assume they were being... human. But a constructed being like HK...?

"I-It's not necessary for you to know." HK blurts. "Such information is not critical to the mission at hand."

Okay, something was definitely off with her. This just confirmed it.

>Maybe you should shut her down for now...
>HK, stop trying to dodge the question.
>Are you... scared to answer?
>Other

>>3334815
>Are you... scared to answer?

>>3334815
>Are you... scared to answer?

>>3334815
>HK, stop trying to dodge the question.

>>3334815
>>Maybe you should shut her down for now...

>>3334815
>>Are you... scared to answer?

>>3334815
>Are you... scared to answer?

>>3334815
>Are you... scared to answer?

>>3334815
>Are you... scared to answer?

>>3334815
>>Are you... scared to answer?

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>>3334815
"HK, don't tell me... you're scared to answer?" You ask in bewilderment.

"Impossible. T-Dolls are incapable of experiencing emotions, much less what is defined as fear." HK insists.

"Then why won't you answer me?" You ask. "Don't make me force you to."

"It's just...." HK looks away. Was she feeling guilt? "I want to be useful to you, Lewis. I want to be a T-Doll you can depend on, no matter what."

"But you're already plenty useful, HK." You assure her. "We've already gone through so much together. Hell, I'd probably be dead if it weren't for you in Antarctica."

"Still... it's not enough." HK's hands ball into fists. "There's other T-Dolls out there you seem to work so well with. There's... my failures just today. I couldn't handle those hybrids by myself and I made you worry."

You can almost swear you can see HK trembling.

>Don't sweat it, HK. Even T-Dolls can't be perfect.
>You're already plenty useful.
>What exactly have ST-AR and SOPMOD been telling you?
>Other

>>3334999
>What exactly have ST-AR and SOPMOD been telling you?

>>3334999
>What exactly have ST-AR and SOPMOD been telling you?

>>3334999
>What exactly have ST-AR and SOPMOD been telling you?
>If you're still getting bothered by this when we get back, we'll do some more heavy training together.
GUYS, JUST TRAIN WITH THE BOT, SHE JUST NEEDS A CONFIDENCE BOOST AND PROOF TO BACK UP THAT CONFIDENCE!

>>3334999
>What exactly have ST-AR and SOPMOD been telling you?

>>3334999
>(headpat the HK)
>You're already plenty useful.
>Just because I work well with them, doesn't mean I want to do so every day on my job, unlike you.
>Also, don't use SOPMOD as a frame of reference for yourself. Ever. (shudder)

>>3334999
I can support: >>3335037

>>3334999
>>What exactly have ST-AR and SOPMOD been telling you?

>>3335037
I'll support this too.

>>3334999
>>What exactly have ST-AR and SOPMOD been telling you?

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>>3334999
"What have ST-AR and SOPMOD been telling you?" You narrow your eyes. You knew that HK had interacted with them alone, and never really talked about what happened between them. In fact, she'd always avoided those subjects.

"SOPMOD was rather simple." HK mumbles. "She warned me that T-Dolls like us are just tools. Once we're no longer useful, we're discarded."

"And ST-AR?" You raise an eyebrow.

"That... I'm a slave to my programming. Doomed to die from a single line of code. " HK bites her lip. "One day, I'll destroy myself for you, regardless of whether I want to or not."

That was... pretty heavy shit, actually. It really made you wonder what those older T-Doll went through to give HK such macabre "advice".

"I'm... I'm supposed to be the best." HK looks down at her hands. "But what if it's not enough? It clearly isn't enough..."

>You're not a tool, HK. You're a partner.
>I won't deny you're a tool, HK, but you're MY tool.
>Don't worry, I'm sure Nemo can figure something out.
>Other

>>3335193
>You're not a tool, HK. You're a partner.

>>3335193
>You're not a tool, HK. You're MY partner.

>>3335193
>You're not a tool, HK. You're a partner.
>(headpat the HK)
>Also, don't use SOPMOD as a frame of reference for yourself. Ever. (shudder)

>>3335193
>You're not a tool, HK. You're MY partner.
TIME FOR HUG

>>3335193
>You're not a tool, HK. You're a partner.

>>3335193
>You're not a tool, HK. You're MY partner.

>>3335193
>You're not a tool, HK. You're a partner.

>>3335193
>>You're not a tool, HK. You're a partner.

>>3335193
>You ever hear the phrase 'Misery loves company'? I'd put money on those being their own hang-ups.

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>>3335332
"You're not a tool, HK, you're my partner." You say, putting a hand on her silver haired head. "You're your own T-Doll. Don't let ST-AR and SOPMOD push you around."

"But-"

"If you're worried you can't cut it, we can always improve." You assure her. "As partners, we help each other. It doesn't just all go one way. You back me up when I'm in trouble and I'll do the same for you."

"Lewis..." HK blinks the rest of her body seemingly frozen.

However, she then leans forward and hugs you, burying her face in your chest. It was... surprisingly soft and warm, almost like a real person.

"Hearing you say that, it makes me... happy? At least at ease."

"Aw, that's cute." Mom says smugly, her head perched on the top of the couch, a catlike smile on her face.

>Oh, you're awake, Mom.
>Please don't tell me you were awake for all of that.
>Other

>>3335351
>Oh, you're awake, Mom.

>>3335351
>Please don't tell me you were awake for all of that.

>>3335351
>Please don't tell me you were awake for all of that.

>>3335351
>>Please don't tell me you were awake for all of that.

>>3335351
>>Oh, you're awake, Mom.

>>3335351
>>Please don't tell me you were awake for all of that.

I bet she learned that from Loki.

>>3335351
>>Please don't tell me you were awake for all of that.
aw man...

>>3335351
>>Oh, you're awake, Mom.

>>3335351
>Oh, you're awake, Mom.

>>3335351
>>Please don't tell me you were awake for all of that.

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>>3335351
"Please don't tell me you were awake for all of that." You groan.

"They certainly don't make T-Dolls like they used to." Mom chuckles. "Now they can make them just as neurotic and insecure as us! What an achievement."

"Mom." You sigh.

"Sorry, sorry, just watching you and HK being all gushy like that almost made me throw chunks!" Mom laughs. "What would Lucina think if she found out about all of this?"

"How are you even here, Mom?" You ask, trying to change the subject.

"Indeed, you have covered a large amount of area in an improbably short period of time." HK points out.

"Let's just say it was magic." Mom waves off the question. "But it left me fucking pooped, which was why I decided to hole up here with you."

"What, means you had to-"

"Magic." Mom says bluntly again. "Or, well, a conveniently placed listening device, but it's all the same."

"You really are something, Mom." You sigh in exasperation.

"I will have to update my threat index." HK notes.

>Ask Mom what the hell happened between her and Wesker.
>You should get some air and away from Mom for the moment.
>Other

>>3335476
>>Ask Mom what the hell happened between her and Wesker.

>>3335476
>Ask Mom what the hell happened between her and Wesker.

>>3335476
>>Ask Mom what the hell happened between her and Wesker.

>>3335476
>Ask Mom what the hell happened between her and Wesker.

>>3335476
>You should get some air and away from Mom for the moment.
Hope there aren't any conveniently placed listening devices in here.

>>3335476
>>Ask Mom what the hell happened between her and Wesker.

Yeah, we were kind of left in the dark about that.

>>3335476
>>Ask Mom what the hell happened between her and Wesker.

>>3335476
>>Ask Mom what the hell happened between her and Wesker.

>>3335476
>Ask Mom what the hell happened between her and Wesker.

>>3335476
>>Ask Mom what the hell happened between her and Wesker.

>>3335476
>Ask Mom what the hell happened between her and Wesker.

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>>3335476
"So, Mom." You grunt as you lean against the couch. "Just what the hell happened between you and Wesker?"

"Well, it was SUPPOSED to be a simple grab job." Mom sighs. "Carol would separate him from the pack, and I'd swoop in and snatch him before anybody could figure out what was going on."

"It obviously didn't work." You point out.

"Yeah, well, I was expecting him to be modded up, but not the extent he actually is." Mom groans as she takes a pull from a bottle of wine she had somehow acquired from somewhere. "He's definitely got some kind of black market or military grade shit in him. Nothing should be able to move that damn fast."

"So you couldn't handle him?" You raise an eyebrow.

"I never said that." Mom snaps. "But he held me up long enough for backup to arrive. One on one, I could have edged him out, but I wasn't about to take my chances when he had numbers on his side."

Ah, she must be talking about when Hunk went to assist.

"You know, things could have gone differently if you just told me what you were doing." You point out.

"Didn't want to trouble you. It seemed like you were busy enough." Mom sighs. Besides, don't you have appearances to keep up? Better that you don't give 'em any reason to be suspicious of you."

>Aw, so you do care!
>Sounds more like an excuse than anything...
>Other

>>3335605
>Sounds more like an excuse than anything...

>>3335605
>Sounds more like an excuse than anything...

Even if Carol had regeneration at the ready, we still shot at her. God knows what could've happened if the rocket actually connected.

>>3335605
>>Aw, so you do care!

>>3335605
>Aw, so you do care!

>>3335605
>Aw, so you do care!

>>3335605
>Sounds more like an excuse than anything...

>>3335605
>>Aw, so you do care!

>>3335605
>Aw, so you do care!

>>3335605
>>Aw, so you do care!

>>3335605
>>Sounds more like an excuse than anything...

>>3335605
>>Sounds more like an excuse than anything...

>>3335605
>Sounds more like an excuse than anything...

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>>3335605
Welp, got a bit of a tie so we'll have to roll it off...

1. Care
2. Excuse

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>>3335677
"Aw, so you do care!" You coo.

"Don't give me any of that shit." Mom huffs, her face getting a bit pink. "Like I said, there were a lot of practical reasons! Nothing else!"

"Her biometrics suggests she is being untruthful." HK reports.

"I didn't as your opinion, you tin can!" Mom barks.

>Well, if she says so.
>Take the opportunity to bully Mom a bit.
>Other

>>3335692
>Take the opportunity to bully Mom a bit.

>>3335692
>>Well, if she says so.

>>3335692
>>Take the opportunity to bully Mom a bit

>>3335692
>Take the opportunity to bully Mom a bit.

>>3335692
>Take the opportunity to bully Mom a bit.

>>3335692
>Take the opportunity to bully Mom a bit.

>>3335692
>>Take the opportunity to bully Mom a bit.

>>3335692
>>Take the opportunity to bully Mom a bit.

Wonder what Carol's up to so far? Probably being held up by the press trying to get here, or something.

>>3335692
>>Take the opportunity to bully Mom a bit.

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>>3335692
"Aw, so you do care!" You coo as you hug Mom. "You just wanted to keep me out of trouble!"

"Agh! It's not like that!" Mom protests, but doesn't fight back.

HK decides to ape your action and hugs Mom as well.

"The hell? Even the tin can is hugging me now?!" Mom groans.

"There there, it's all right, Mom." You laugh.

"You both are so dead."

"Ohmygosh! You're all doing a group hug without me?!" Carol whines as she lands on the suite's balcony, no doubt having just transformed out of a flying form. "Wait for meeee!"

Oh god, a Carol Hug was incoming...

>Use Mom as a shield.
>Find some cover!
>This is fine.
>Other

>>3335775
>>This is fine.

>inb4 Return of the Hug Monster: The Reckoning

Plus, God knows how long since they were all doing this sort of thing as a whole family.

>>3335775
>>Use Mom as a shield.

>>3335775
>This is fine.

>>3335775
>This is fine.

It was pretty nice the last few times, ignoring the meat blanket bit, what could go wrong?

>>3335775
>>This is fine.
No doubt she’ll change her form to have two extra sets of arms so she can hug everyone individually at once.

>>3335775
>>This is fine.

>>3335775
This is fine.

>>3335775
>>Use Mom as a shield.

>>3335775
>Use Mom as a shield.

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>>3335775
Well... you didn't bother to try and run or do anything. When Carol was set on something, it was impossible to escape...

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>3335850
Here comes the snow!

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>3335850

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>>3335850

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>3335850

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>>3335857