>>5752107
>Humorous
Let's have a good laugh.

>>5752107
>Beautiful

>>5752107
Oh damn, we're back, and it's a dream episode. Wonder who else's dreams we'll see...
>>5752118
I would also like a humorous dream

>>5752118
Support

>>5752107
>>5752118
+1
Off to a good start lmao

>>5752107
>Beautiful

>>5752107
>>Sensual

>>5752118
+1
Off the rails from post 1, let's go.

>>5752107
Ill bite at the presented options as I know your opinion on write ins Bananas
>Beautiful

>>5752107
>>Beautiful

>>5752107
>Sensual
Time to get the fetish of the thread outta the way…

>>5752107
>Beautiful

>>5752107
>>Sensual

>>5752191
Oh no, that's later.

>>5752118
>+1
We are so back!

>>5752107
>>Sensual

>>5752107
>Beautiful

>>5752107
>>Beautiful

>>5752107
>Sensual

>>5752107
>Sensual

Sleep Coomer!

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Current Totals
>Beautiful- 7
>Sensual- 6
>Humorous- 6

It's gotta be
>Humorous
Lads, we can't let the bloodeh coomers win

>>5752434
This blonde lives in a totalitarian hellhole- let the Monke have some fun before his life turns into a joke ffs

>>5752517
Oneir isn't a monke. He appears to be... Maybe some sort of marsupial? Like a koala, with all the sleeping?

>>5752517
Anon, that's not a monke

>>5752107
>>5752118
>Humorous
Fuck yeeeeah dreamtime space navigator wallabies, here we go!

>>5752521
>>5752522
Ah, my mistake. I thought this was apart of the clone shenanigans.

Point still stands though- when he meets the monkes, the nightmare will begin.

>>5752555
I think he's from one of the Seeker species?

The worms will likely wreck his civilisation before the Jaxtians can even get close

>>5752563
We all know the Jaxians will be the knife that’ll finish them off

>>5752563
>>5752564
Aren't we on okay terms with the Seekers, last we spoke to them? Are you thinking of the Consortium?

>>5752576
The Seekers are the closest things we have to allies, they also haven't picked up the phone since some time before our navigators' brains got scrambled.

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>>5752576

>>5752577
And given that they were more advanced in Starsight then us, likely as not the whole civilisation was scrambled by the same worm-trap we've just started falling into.

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Your dreams are like a gateway to an inner world; where any sensation can be remember or experienced again. You are reminded of a funny memory. In your delirious, half-sleeping state, you return to your childhood home, remembering the time at dinner when your younger sister, Sasaa Vis, got stuck going through a playtube right as your parents set the table.

How funny it was. Your entire species is capable of going through any hole that your head can fit- as is natural for a tunneling species. How did she even get stuck? Too eager for food? Sticking her arms in at the same time.

“I'm stuck! Help!” She said, falling on her side. Everyone was laughing- mostly at her expense, but it was funny too. How did you even get stuck in that flexible plastic toy? Your dream-self takes over, gently adding and exacerbating the memory- now her arms are stuck in tubes too. “Help, my arms are stuck!” Then, impossibly, several tiny tubes for her fingers stuck now too- a ridiculous look. You feel yourself laughing so hard, total levity as you re experience this moment again. It is not what actually happened- but from now on, when you recall this memory, you will also remember this dream as well, this moment that defies reality. That is the nature of memory- fleeting and incomplete. You miss your sister, but everybody knew from that moment on that she wasn't going to make it. It's sad, but it's true. Children that uncoordinated and scatter-brained just aren't going to make it out.

You are awakened by the sounds of soft chimes- a noise that you have associated with your ships computer. Even in your dream, you can recognize it, and know its time to wake up. You awake only partially, the light cloud of laughter still present in your mind, like you do not wish to dispel this emotion and hold on to it for a bit longer, even as you're forced back awake by your ship's AI.

“You were in a light period of your REM cycle. You set an alarm to be woken up before our next hyperspace landing. Please say the code phrase to confirm you are awake.”
”...Penny pinching got me nowhere.”
“Confirmed. Are you ready for an hour of wakefulness for your next nap?”
”Yeah. I figured the jump would only take a few minutes though.”
“I apologize, my navigation software has glitched several times throughout this shipment, leading to an inefficient course through a wayward star system. Next time we dock at a accredited space station, I would like to request an opportunity to update to the latest drivers, and perhaps install a new hyperspace electronic shield for my most critical components- would you like to authorize the purchase?”
”I NEVER should have bought a Consortium AI core. Cede controls, I'll take it from here.”

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Coming out of hyperspace, you feel the ship come to a screeching halt in relative terms- needing a second to cool off after your hyperdrive. The ship's map marks this system as inhabited, so this might also be a good time to stock up on some tritium for your ship's fusion engine- until you are suddenly hailed. The harsh electronic pings upset the careful and quiet solitude of your cockpit and bedchamber- if you weren't awake from coasting the ship down from FTL speeds, you certainly are now.

”HALT! This system is under Hegemonic control! Identify yourself! Weapons ready!”
”Oh shit!”

Completely unannounced, you have dropped smack dab in the middle of a Hegemony system, controlled by none other then the primates themselves- the Jaxtians. The backwards authoritarians otherwise keep to themselves, but you know there are ongoing tensions between them and the Consortium at large- and you also know they aren't too friendly to unannounced visitors. Worse yet- you see two of their cruisers stations nearby- the powerful ships greatly outclassing your own Frigate-class ship. Your ship is an individual vessel made for transporting goods- not fighting in a war. Besides a few lasers to shoo away the automatic drone or two, and a basic anti-solarflare shield setup, you really don't have any chance to fight your way out of this one.

”Wait- I'm unarmed! I surrender!”
”Lower your shields and prepare to be boarded!”

Oh no, what are you going to do? Clearly you aren't here to cause trouble- no weapons or spy equipment aboard your ship- but they may not see it that way. As a deep-space trucker and transport ship, your cargo is mostly benign, but the Jaxtians could see anything you're carrying as a form of contraband or smuggling. You know how hard it is to get some things into the HVS firsthand. Considering they are in the middle of a war right now- there's no telling what they'll think of you, especially given your Consortium AI and ship tags. What are you going to do?

>Dump cargo and flee
>Surrender your ship

>>5752905
>Dump cargo and flee
Penny pinching will get us nowhere.

>>5752905
>Surrender your ship

>>5752909
Trying to dump the cargo and fleeing will probably just result in him getting nuked by the jaxtian ships.

>>5752905
>Surrender your ship

We've actually announced our surrender, so best not go back on that - it'd piss off the heavily armed warships even more.

>>5752905
>Dump cargo and flee

>>5752925
>nuked
NUCLEAR WEAPONS? WHERE?! GET THE MASK! REEEEE

>>5752905
>Surrender your ship
Possible doom Vs. certain doom

>>5752925
>nuked
NUKES?! Quick, someone get the stealth antimatter bomber out!

>>5752905
>Surrender your ship

>>5752909
tsmt. Dump cargo and flee

>>5752905
>Ram one cruiser head-on as the soldiers attempt to board, then ram backwards into the second cruiser
A full monkey mode blaze of glory.

>>5752905
>Surrender your ship
Specify that you're an unarmed trader, that's drifted off course. Do they perhaps have directions?

>>5752905
>Surrender your ship

>>5752905
>Dump cargo and flee
Better to die on our feet than tortured to death on our knees

>>5753115
I wouldn't call "blown up while trying to escape" dying on your feet...Or even worse, if they just disable the ship and capture him (they easily could) AFTER he tries to escape, THEN he'll be tortured to death.

The way i see it, surrendering is the only scenario where there is a small chance of NOT dying horribly.

>>5753230
Actually, by standards of death, getting blown up quickly would be rather preferable to a long, extensive torture session.

Sure, we may not die horribly immediately, we’ll simply get tortured before we beg for death to come.

>>5753303
Isn't our Electronic Warfare tech more advanced than that of the Consortium? We wouldn't be blowned up, we would have our ship hijacked and us captured.

>>5753366
If that was the case they would’ve disabled our ship and boarded us immediately- it’s not like the care about what other species think of them

>>5752905
>>Dump cargo and flee

>>5752905
I think i haven't actually voted, right? I posted before but i didn't add
>Surrender your ship

I can't seem to find a post anywhere else, either way.

>>5752905
>>Surrender your ship
Can't wait to see what atrocities are in store for this thread

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Update isn't ready quite yet.

Instead of being coy about it and springing it when it's least expected- I'll just say this now. Important or contentious future votes will have a no 1-post by this ID policy, and no backlinking to 1-post IDs either. I don't want to force this on every single vote, just on the big important ones, but if you want to be safe just make sure to vote for a warm-up prompt or have some in-thread discussion to make sure your ID is good to go.

>>5753746
Well that doesn't exactly work when you have 1 post per day and dynamic IPs or data plan IDs usually switch by every day

>>5753746
Thank you.

>>5753747
It's unfortunate, but I'd rather make sure we don't have a StV samefag situation.

>>5752905
>Surrender your ship

>>5752905
>Surrender your ship

>>5753755
I mean, does that honestly matter? Most of the sperging in this quest doesn’t come from samefagging

>>5753807
Yes and there's no need to add samefaggotry to the mix.

>>5753825
I’d argue that it’s irrelevant, but that’s more going down a rabbit hole I don’t even want to broach, so I’ll concede my point

>>5753746
YES! FINALLY!

>>5752905
>Surrender your ship

>>5753746
I have a dynamic IP but totally understand after some of the previous... questionable moments in certain threads. No worries.

>>5752905
>>Dump cargo and flee

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There could be a chance to still get away. Maybe if you dropped your cargo, reduced your ship's effective mass, you could engage the warp and try to flee- faster then these bigger, clunkier ships. Your cargo hold doesn't contain anything truly valuable. It might set you back a bit- but you could recover financially. Better then risking your life- but you're not doing great on fuel, plus your ship is technologically inferior to their own- and they probably have countermeasures at this point. No no, this won't work. You have decided to surrender your ship. You turn off your defenses and sit still, letting them come for you.

The Jaxtian cruisers are equipped with strong gravity-beams; holding your ship in place to make escape impossible. They get up close and board you, confirming their atmospherics are compatible with your own. Then, they come inside, and take you away. You have been captured.

You've heard some stories about these guys- an alien race ruled by a ruthless autocrat. They've done some ethnic cleansing here and there- not exactly unheard of among the heartless Aristocrats; but not done among the Consortium, and it considered beneath the great warrior spirit of the Esaal. You don't much like the look of these monkeys in their straight uniforms, too-symmetrical faces, overly long and sleek muscled limbs that swing in smooth, svelte movements. These are warriors, and yet they walk like dancers. All of them. It's beautiful and strong, yes, but it creeps you out, just as an operating table just cleaned from its grisly organ-harvesting. The aesthetic product of inbreeding and pursuit of merciless perfection. You just hope they have enough mercy to spare for you.

You wish to return to your dreams soon.

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Your name is now Jemm Ontam, and you are a Mainlander. As a Jaxtian, and citizen of the Hegemony, you have had certain opportunities, and also restrictions, based on your test schools in your youth and as a young adult. While any Jaxtian can take a renewed aptitude test or move up the ranks in a career of their choice, you're still at that age where you're being pressured to find something you're really good at and can grind away at for the rest of your life- becoming a real asset to society- and be rewarded handsomely as a result. This reality is also the reason you decided to put in a migration request to a brand new habitable world; the Great City!

An underwater, wholly artificial environment built atop the destroyed old planet of Swallia. While you were worried the propaganda and AI tours would make it seem better then it actually was, it is actually even more livable and nice then you thought it might be. Despite being a massive city, it feels very comfortable. Everything looks like wood, making you feel right at home, and everywhere you look there are new people moving here. It's nice.

Of course, you didn't come here just for the scenery. Because of the city being newly built and still in the process of being populated- even now only a fraction of the planet's space is being used and it will likely take hundreds, if not thousands of years for it to reach full developmental capacity- there are a lot of incentives to move here. Instant increase to housing class, more breeding permits for those on the lower spectrum of gene scores- not that that is a problem for yourself- but also more space and freedom of different services- things that you can do for the people as your primary line of work. Even better, the Hegemony is experimenting here! And you have just the idea...

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”...Well, all your scores are good. It appears the network and socials peg you as a good fit for social-services and amenity-operative. We're looking for a lot of those around here, especially as the population density increases. I see you studied several management courses, and did some minor work as a veterinarian's assistant?”
”Yes! I love animals- especially Nut Thieves. The service I want to start is actually related just to them!”
”Wait... Unfortunately, I cannot qualify you to open an animal hospital or breeding center here. Your level of education isn't sufficient for-”
”Oh no, I'm sorry, that wasn't what I meant. I want to run a little place, like a shop, but with 'thieves as a centerpiece.”
”Oh. I, uhh, I see. Can you tell me more about that?”
”Yeah! So, people love the critters, but some people are too busy or move around too much to really own one as a pet, you know? So I always thought of a place where people could just interact with one for a bit while they...”
”...While they what?”

Oh. This is awkward. You look away nervously, and suddenly the words catch in your throat. You dumb girl. You never actually decided what kind of business you wanted to run! You always knew you wanted to do something like this- having a place for people to interact with your favorite little pets and friends, but you never went far enough to figure out what the actual purpose of the place should be! Like you can easily imagine someone coming inside, petting a cute critter, enjoying socializing there, and then leaving but...what did they actually go there for? Why did they go inside? Your imagination is turning a blank!

The Hegemony doesn't require businesses or services to turn a profit- in fact, it runs many that operate on a pure loss because of their environmental or cultural benefits. They'd be even more lenient here, on a newly developing urban center. However, even you don't think you could sell this nice man the concept of a place where people just hang out with rodents all day. Even though that place sounds heavenly to you...

No no, you need to actually provide something valuable too. You're imagining the perfect little shop- but what should it actually be?

>Cafe
>Study Hall
>Meeting Place

>>5754240
>Cafe
Cate cafes will be central to the coming cultural revolution.

>>5754240
>>Study Hall

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>>5754240
>Cafe
Like one of those fancy tradional ottoman coffeehouses, but for jaxtians. The other options don't make sense. A study hall would be a bad place to have nut thieves since you wanna..y'know, study. And a meeting place just seems like it would be a bad business for a young girl.

>>5754240
>Art Cafe

While the central theme will be Nut Thief's and the cafe it will also act as an miniature art gallery for lesser known hegemony approved artists to display their works.

>>5754255
That seems a little too grandiose for a young girl, again. A coffee shop with nut thieves seems small, classy and doable.

>>5754261
Coffee shops with small art galleries in them is a pretty common occurrence in larger cities in the real world.

>>5754240
>Cafe

>>5754262
Maybe, but that seems like a little bit too much for a young girl to run on the hegemony.

>>5754240
>Cafe

>>5754240
>Cafe
Can also support the
>Art Cafe
thing.
I am the great dual-IP man who posted this :>>5754087

>>5754240
>>Study Hall

>>5754265
On what basis? You just let a local artist put up art, and set their prices, and this serves as decor for your cafe. it's not hard on the business owner.

>>5754347
Yeah, but the Hegemony is a lot more culturally and legally strict on what constitutes art.

>>5754348
I thought we were opening up and flourishing artistically a bit, on this colony in particular which is the pet project of Wrix's artsy, liberal son? And surely there is ample room for life studies of a beloved animal in the Hegemony?

>>5754352
Yeah but that's still a lot of stuff for a young girl to worry about innit? She didn't even have an idea of what she'd do for the business until now, adding 'art' on top of it will just make it *more* dificult

>>5754357
She can always scale back ambitions later, but why encourage her not to try? it's not like she needs to be profitable.

>>5754240
>Cafe

>>5754375
Yeah anon, overpromisse to the government agency of the authoritarian state, that's a good idea.

>>5754240
>>5754255
>Art Cafe
Supporting this classy write-in.

>>5754240
>Study Hall
It honestly doesn’t matter

>>5754352
>thinking the Hegemony would ever really ‘open up’ artistically
Wrix’s son got away with shit because he was the Supreme’s son- this is going to be a hub for subversives, and it’s going to get her tortured to death. Just let her make her damn Banana Latte in peace.

>>5754240
Formally updating my cafe vote at >>5754242 to
>Art Cafe

>>5754240
>Art Cafe

>>5754240
>Art Cafe

>Art café

But the art is all about nut-thieves, and the coffee is made by nut-thieves, and there is a greeter at the entrance dressed like a nut-thief and who says "nut-nut."

>>5754240
>Cafe

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I have some obligations, so update will have to wait a bit more again.

In the meantime; tell me what your favorite alien race in the Monke-verse is and why.

>>5755160
Hard to say. All are really inspired and interesting : the vertical eyed and the turbocapitalorapist are really solid concepts. But by design, not as likeable.
Green cowdudes where chill. Jaxtian are supreme. Sotten are extra cuties.
>For complete Sotten integration in our Seeker as a cure to the Scythe

>>5755160
I liked the vetuckers. They were a friendly race that was genuinely loyal to us not just because we forced them but because they genuinely came to believe in our philosophy. It was nice to have at least ONE race that was totally on our corner. Not that we'll be able to do it again.

>>5755160
I really liked the Vettuckers, they were friendly to us and we had the potential to uplift their civilization, perhaps even as a valuable ally/vassal. Now that they're gone... maybe the Esaal? They seem the least "super evil" out of the others to me, and their culture is interesting.

>>5755180
>>5755186
I still hate how the one race we liked got exterminated while the one race we wanted to exterminate got to keep a whole vassal state...the Vetuckers could have been our Vorta.

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>>5755180
>>5755186
>>5755206
Shouldn't have put on the mask LOL

>>5755160
I liked the Vetucker

I was legitimately sad when we committed ruthless cultural and religious genocide on them; and then even sadder when we did actual genocide on them…..

Turns out, we were the brutal space tyrants all along.

>>5755219
>lol you put the mask so we gotta genocide the species totally loyal to us
>but the guys who have been annoying for centuries and are the sole reason we want to put the mask? They get to live and keep their vassal state because uhhh they just do
Yeah, makes sense retard.

At least we tortured Sunshine to death

>>5755310
I would have preferred total hazaar death, but they get bailed out every time we vote to kill them so i'm fine with just torturing them

>>5755160
Probably the Vetuckers or the Jaxtians.

>>5755225
Its supposed to be a take on the Jews

>>5755336
I thought the jews were the greenspots

>>5755310
I'm still salty about that vote preventing son-father empathy. Poor Sunshine.

>>5755336
>>5755339
The Jews are used as a catch-all boogieman in real life, blamed for wvery failing or 'degeneracy', and so in this quest virtually EVERY hostile or unoleasant group has been compared to the Jews by the players, including the worms (parasitic international duplomatic class) the Hazaar (drawn with a big hooked nose and little cap as part of their biology, gross sexual tastes, obsessed with money and/or hedonism and lacking empathy), to the Greenfaces in the prequel (clannish and nepotistic, good at business and banking). This is probably at least a little by design, since the quest is partly political wish fulfilment for the QM.

>>5755423
>political wish fulfilment for the QM.
You wouldn't think that'd b the case with how many times the hazaar got bailed out of genocide...

>>5755429
now replace the word hazaar with jews and it still works kek

>>5755429
It's what he said on a thread in a thread on /tg/ and probably also explains why he was so surprised people didn't like Akule or want to emulate him, to the point that after we said we wanted Wrix to be like Agori and Kinja he just had him do what he would have done if we had picked Akule.

>>5755160
Swalli and Baal- the Swalli because of their potential (both narrative and in-universe), the Baal because the Capsule Wars Arc was Golden Tier story.

I like the Ventuckers, but they never got any room to really develop or grow before being cut down in their prime. At least the Mitigators are still alive.

Full 180 on the Jaxians I’m afraid.

>>5755310
He was legitimately the best of his race- up there with Bluey totally shipped them btw, it was Starfire that deserved to be tortured to death.

>>5755336
Weird flex, but ok

>>5755443
That’s mainly a failure of quality character writing- I mean, he just sat around most of the time doomposting and doing fuck all else, and that was after joining the fucking Taliban man. If compelling can’t be done, at least do exciting ffs.

Is it weird of me to feel that he was character assassinated by his own prequel?

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>>5755423
>>5755443
>STILL taking this quote out of context
>le hazaar are le jews
>quest about fascism xd

>>5754240
>Cafe

Don’t think going the ‘art’ route would work with our society’s strict cultural controls

>>5754240
>>Cafe

>>5755783
They had samefagging because they were active, popular quests; they weren't active and popular because they had samefagging. If each of those quests were exactly the same except samefaggotry was impossible, the player experience would be improved for everybody except the samefags.

Are you a samefag?

>>5755160
Vetuckers were cool, but I think the worms win by being the weirdest, creepiest and most truly alien. Well, except the Baal, but they got less characterization.

>>5755580
Starfire only ended up worthy of death because of what we or at least the samefags voted for him to do to Sunshine.

>>5755783
Fuck off, loser. If you can't win a vote without cheating, just suck it up.

>>5755886
Ehhh, the worms just feel like a normal "creepy inhuman manipulative aliens" type of deal. They're interesting, but nothing truly unique.

I'm far more a fan of the idea of a group of two races who are strongly xenophobic against basically everyone but are totally buddy buddy. "Fanatic authoritarian caste empire with multiple species" aren't new (though always interesting, like the Covenant or Dominion), but I don't know of any time where it's basically just two species who are total bros.

I will forever seethe we didn't get to tell everyone else to fuck off and split the galaxy between the jaxtians and vetuckers. A true broship between species.

>>5755600
>make a quest about a thousand year reich by a gnostic-curious fascist dictator who rants about globalism and liberalism and genocides minorities that are very obviously based on real stereotypes
>call it political wish-fulfillment
>get mad when people notice that it's just Gnostic Nazism
K. Tell us more about how Redmanes are a bunch of big scary rapists with an inherent criminal proclivity who are still 'bitching' about reparations for transoceanic slavery and deserve to all be drowned to death in big cages. It's all very subtle.

>>5755910
I dunno', I just think the idea of teleporting xenomorphs who also operate as supreme space-diplomats and gestate inside giant cosmic whales while fearing starlight very cool and weird. I haven't seen that before!

As for Vetuck, maybe we can still clone them back to life? Their culture's gone, but we were going to destroy that anyway. They can still be our bros.

>>5756006
Well, when you put it like that.. Glad we've moved on from the Wrix years and to something better.

>>5755611
Remember: we won the perk where nobody can rebel against us anymore, anyway! We have total social control! Time to fill society with cute cat I mean nut-thief pictures!

>>5756011
>They can still be our bros.
How? Even if we found enough genetic material to clone into a new species, their home planet is a jaxtian colony, and they'll never trust us again anymore because we wiped them out despite them being more loyal to us than the jaxtians themselves. It would be a hollow partnership where they spend everyday wondering if the Supreme leader will decide to erase them again.

>>5756020
That's the beauty of it: we completely exterminated them. if we bring them back, they'll have no understanding of Vetucker culture or history but that which we impart, no frame of reference for what was lost. They will be homunculi created by the Hegemony and taught everything that we liked about their culture, none of the incompatible stuff, and essentially be just another group of especially-weird Hegemonic citizens!

As for finding the material, didn't Bananas say we harvested a whole bunch when we wiped their species out for our own genestealing program?

>>5756028
Would it even work? We have pretty heavy control over information, but not that high. I seriously doubt we'd even get the option to make the soulless vetucker clones.

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>>5756011
Actually, we voted to preserve their culture, even though genetic standardization was the ‘correct’ decision

>Glad we've moved on from the Wrix years and to something better.
>pic related

>>5756028
But why would the Jaxians bring them back? They glorified the Genocides.

At some point you gotta accept that we passed the point of no return and move on dude.

Nice to see the playerbase of this quest is exactly the same even after a 5 month hiatus lol

>>5756157
Goes to show that the physiological scars run deep

>>5756161
You mean psychological... R-right?

>>5756152
>>5756036
Well, you never know. The Supreme Leader can do almost anything he wants to, and many Supreme Leaders before and recent candidates have been anti-genocide. But... Yeah. I guess the fun times of sending our basedest leaders to retire on adventure planets with cow-barbarians is long past. :( Trying not to get bummed out, though, and to give this thread a fair shake.

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”-Oh, while they eat and drink. It's a cafe. I forgot to mention that. I do have food management training- if I need anything more I'll take the class-”
”That's alright. You're more then qualified for that kind of thing. Looks like our AI has picked a perfect spot for a venue like this- and your gimmick seems interesting enough to try. Your account has been given all the funds you need to decorate it to your liking, and we'll make sure to send you some workers with the right temperament for this kind of work and have similar skillsets to you. Please make sure to send reports on their performance WEEKLY- it's really important for the AI system to judge how they should be rewarded and potential avenues for advancement-”

You look down at the electronic display in his desk to see where he is motioning, showing you that you've been approved, along with your new licenses and approval letters, but you suddenly notice some of the totals and have to speak up.

”Hold on... I'm sorry, Sir, but there must be a mistake. This is WAY too much, even for a brand new business operation. And the location you gave me is... a corner lot on one of the busiest thoroughfares on this level?! This is something a high grade chef would be given as a reward for many years of service. I can't take this- there must be someone more deserving...”
”Hmm, nope, the computer okays it. Looks like your idea is novel enough to give you some bonus points. We're looking for young people to prove themselves and improve the city anyway, don't worry about it. Spend as much as you want on decorations and improvements.”
”No no, I couldn't... Can't I give some back? This is more resources then I'm qualified for, surely.”
”Please, Miss Ontam, quit fussing. Take this as an opportunity to prove yourself. While we're all for people trying to reduce waste and turn a profit, your primary goal should be the improvement of the city and the lives of the people here. Run a good shop, and the rest will fall into line. Is that understood?”
”Oh alright- yes! Yes, and thank you!”
”Don't thank me- I'm just doing my job. Thank the Supreme Ruler for giving you this opportunity! Who knows, in a few years, your shop might become a local landmark and be the pride of the city- I'll come visit once you're all set up too. I'm quite partial to the creatures myself- did you know that during the degenerate eras, some Jaxtians were actually allergic to nut thieves?”
”Hah, that sounds awful! Good thing we don't live in those dark times...”

With your interview over and your idea approved- something you've thought about and wanted to do for your whole life is finally becoming a possibility, no, a reality. It's so surreal seeing it in front of your very own eyes. Your dream job, and it's really happening!

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Your name is now Vrrskr whose Mother is Anaei and you are a Leraay. And currently, you are learning that online dating is a real pain in the ass. Just gotta get some of your scent gland secretions into this and send it off...

You live in a luxury apartment aboard the TransCon X5 space station- though most of this system is owned by the Galax mining corporation at this point in time; you still own the rights to use a portion of this space station and its kinetic receiver bay for your own business- interplanetary freight. It's a small operation, but has made you a decent amount of wealth, enough to live pretty comfortably and enough to actually try your hand at contacting a female Leraay at some point in your lonely life. Obviously, taking trips down to planetside to visit the reserves isn't exactly cheap.

You quite like it up here otherwise. It's comfortable. Your apartment has all the modern amenities you could want. Lots of good hiding places and secret compartments to make you feel secure- all bundled in with the base price. You pay a few hundreths' every day for idealized climate controls and humidity fluctuations based on whatever time of year you want it to be- all fed through a special AI just for the purpose. You also usually have a movie playing on your projector even when you're doing busywork around the cabin- the subscription fee is pretty cheap too, they've always got something new in rotation when you actually pay attention to the shows. You've even got a Gold-Pass so you can visit pretty much all the spots, lounges, and reserved-restaurants on the station- and nobody can seize your spot unless if they're a Platinum member. You had to put a big down payment on that one, since they're limited availability, but you managed to land it and it's been paying back dividends. Your next door neighbor is a Mime, and they're obviously quiet. The other neighbor is a Vellusian, which is a totally different story- you just don't want any of that acidic spit shit getting on any of your property. What a hassle that would be...

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You came into your workplace today. You see Ksccktt working the retrieval arms.

”How goes it?”
“Oh! Hey boss. Pretty good. I'm wired up right now- got my stims and a new stabilizer patch. Putting in the extra hours for you.”
”Thanks- though, that is why I pay you the best. Looks like we're still getting a lot of orders- my sales AI must be doing work! Anyway, any status on the iffy canisters?”
“Number eighty one still has a bad gyroscope, and you've got five more that have slow takeoffs with the old gravity coils- that makes tweleve with the old batch. There's a pretty good chance of a collision in low orbit. Should we recall them and bring them to the shop?”
”Ehh. Run them for another week- if they collide with another satellite, we'll just deduct it from the future-lawsuit account. Make sure the computer deducts micro portions off the delivery profit margins so when I go canister shopping here pretty soon.”
“And how goes lady shopping?”
”Oh, heh, guess I blabbed about that huh; or was I acting all passive and quiet recently? Kinda embarrassed now.”
“Naw boss, it's normal. Especially for guys our age- get what you can, right?”
”Yeah... true.”
“Let me know what she's like. I might be interested myself.”
”Not a bad idea. If I'd want any of these shitheads on this station as my a fellow brother-husband, I'd want it to be you.”
“Aww, thanks boss!”

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Not even a week later, you receive a follow up to your scent. Your people evolved, evolutionary, along sexually-dimorphic social strategies. While you can always just talk to another male Leraay and probably come to some kind agreement, you can't exactly just up and walk into a female Leraay's territory. Scents have always been the way your species found courtship- and the modern age simply requires a bit of improvisation. It's a vial of her own. You're excited to receive such an immediate response; that's a good sign, right?

You open it up and stick your nose in a bit greedily and give it a whiff.

”HOLY- Oh! Mhmm... Ohh Mianmi~”

It's incredible. Her scent is overpowering, with that delicious feminine aftertaste, earthy and healthy, you can tell she is in some kind of rut. It's fantastic. You feel excited and tingly all over. You're practically in love already. If she felt the same way about your own scent- then you must really be compatible. Normally, you're a bit of a spendthrift and try to save up money as much as possible- but now? You wanna book a trip to her reserve today, even though you know it won't be cheap and you'll probably get charged extra for the suddenness of it. You don't even care.

But you can't rush into this, right? You want to make a good first impression. Plus, you don't want to appear desperate- though females typically like men who are ready to go as soon as they are. Their sex drives are much higher then male Leraay, after all. This is your first time seeing a woman like this- you haven't earned your scars yet- so you're a little unsure of what you should do.

>Bring a gift
>Look your best
>Just show up quick as you can

>>5756220
>Just show up quick as you can
My wife said pick this one

>>5756220
>Look your best

>>5756220
>Bring a gift
Visuals are irrelevant if the scent's right, but this talks of 'scars' has me worried that a displeased female could go praying mantis on us.

>>5756220
>Bring a gift

>>5756220
>>Just show up quick as you can

>>5756220
>Bring a gift

Damn, is the history of this quest that bad? It seems like there were a lot of sore spots during its run.

>>5756220
>Bring a gift

>>5756304
There was much seething but the lowest point has been passed.

>>5756220
I would guess that the Leeray are kind of mole rat things and the females are much bigger and stay in the reserves?
>Bring a Gift

>>5756355
no they're cats

>>5756220
>>Look your best

>>5756359
>no they're cats
I thought about it again and you may be right, are the female ones asocial or potentially not even sapient?

>>5756220
>Look your best

>>5756220
>Just show up quick as you can

>>5756220
>Just show up quick as you can

>>5756304
Highs and lows man- my advice, if you’re rereading the threads, is to stop after Eoba II’s death, and skip the rest up to here- Cijan was ultimately underbaked, and everything became a train wreck after that.

>>5756321
There’s always room for the bottom to fall out

>>5756304
This whole quest is awesome, read the entire thing is a hell of a ride. People have big issues dealing with the fallout of our collective actions. The wholesome cow people died and yeah I liked em too but sometimes things don't work out.

>Bring a gift.

And call your mama to tell her you've got a date and to wish you luck.

>>5756567
>Collective actions
lol, creative name for questionable creative decisions dude

>>5756584
Got a legit chuckle outta that, have a kek

>>5756220
>>Bring a gift

>>5756304
If you're going through the archives I recommend skipping over all comments. It's painful to read.

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Despite your excitement, you decide you best show some effort by bringing her a nice gift. Female Leraay aren't exactly very picky if you got something they want, but giving her a little something is a nice way of becoming her favorite...

You book a flight down to the planet, and in just a few hours you arrive. You find it strange how closely your quarters aboard the space-station match this planet's atmosphere- humidity, pressure, the smell of wildlife- all accurate. The only strangeness is the wind. It takes a moment to get used to. It's also pretty cold on the planets surface, so you take a coat. Your shuttle takes only a few minutes traveling on a sub-light glider- making sure to pay a little extra to make your landing nearly silent as to not irritate anyone near the landing site. You get dropped off on the edge of her reserve- the hundred or so square miles of her territory that she instinctively must keep clear of the scent of all other females or competitors. Even a whiff of another female will cause her to go ballistic- they can't live in cities, so putting them out on a reserve like this is the best option.

You walk along the forested path until you find her house- a sign nearby warning of bringing electronics or harsh mechanical scents too close. You do a double check just to make sure you aren't carrying anything that could upset her sensitive temper, and tramp on into the house. It's made of wood with imprecise cuts- and you pause for a moment to remember how doors work as you're much more used to automatic ones.

“H-Hello?” You say aloud, making sure to make your presence known. You figure she could have smelled you coming unless the wind was much worse then you thought. ”I brought you some dried skins and a chew toy...”

You creep into the dark house before suddenly feeling a presence just behind you- out of nowhere, a hand grabs your back.

“Got you! Me am best hunter! You no see me coming!”
”Haha- Yeah! You got me! You're much sneakier then me- Haha.” You laugh nervously, she's gripping you with her claws rather tightly. You can feel her sniffing the air behind you- your body instinctively shivering and sweating in her presence. There is a great sense of being hunted and in danger here- but at the same time- a great excitement.

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She's got her hands all over you. She's big- much bigger then you- and full of testosterone. Before you know it, she's rubbing you down your back, and then the small of your back, fumbling awkwardly with your clothing with her massive paws.

“Me liked your smell. Smell made me feel good.”
”Oh uhh, thank you. Maybe we could get to know each other a little more or- Eep!”

Without warning, she grabs your pants in a fit of rage, unable to figure out how to work the buttons, and just tears them straight off, revealing your backside to her. You squeal out involuntarily as her cold wet nose impacts with your rear-end. You feel the sucking of air as she huffs your scent glands directly- the female growling in approval. Guess its a good thing you didn't wear any expensive clothes for this.

“You make me itchy. Inside itch. You scratch itchy now!”

Pressing you down on the bed your body suffers an involuntary reaction, revealing yourself to her as you cower on the bedsheets- unable to hide your implement as it grows behind you- and she climbs on top. This is so hot. This is exactly what you wanted- you never expected her to be so forceful but Mianmi yes!

”I-It's my first time, Mam.”
“Shh. You call me mommy now.”
”Y-Yes, Mommy!”

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You are now Oneir Vat Numal again.

The Jaxtians took you to their base, impounded your ship, and have kept you in a cell. It's been three days. For the past two, they barely even spoke to you- just taking tufts of your fur and saliva by their doctors and scientists, while at the same time they no doubt have searched every square inch of your ship and drained every byte of data in your personal computer. Considering you're just a lowly space trucker- they probably got everything. Not like you can match the military and technological might of this isolationist space empire. You've been spending that time sleeping in your cell- though you've been unable to focus on your dream-life, given how stressful this whole situation is.

Finally, they proceeded with an interrogation. They chained you to a table in the middle of the largest, most open room of the base- probably a hangar or storage room or something they emptied out. You don't know how exactly, but you know they're doing this on purpose. All Sotten are a little agoraphobic, as a species naturally born to tunnel in the earth, so they probably put you hear to weaken you. On top of this- they've brought two interrogators. One is more direct and aggressive- the big blue one- the other is more calm and nice- a smaller blonde one. You quite like the blonde one, but you realize they're probably doing this on purpose too, make you confide in this one. Not that you have anything to hide but...

”...The one thing our computer can't seem to figure out is your morphology.” He says.
”It's because he's a sleeper agent- designed to sleep until he's called out to strike.”
”Oh hush, I'm sure there is a perfectly good explanation for this. Oneir, won't you tell us why you are like this?”
“I don't understand.”
”Your body is in a neotenous state. Your organs and brain all show they are supposed to be in a more developed, adult body- and yet you are in this pseudo-adolescent state. Your size, but especially your metabolism and energy level, are greatly slowed. It doesn't seem evolutionary feasible for you to be like this naturally- so this must be the result of genetic engineering. It would put my friend and the security departments of the Hegemony at rest if you could help us clear this up.”
“My entire race is like that- like this. This is the result of the change. We all go through it in our lives. It extends our lifespan and brings us to the dream-life. It is when we are considered adults.”
”What change?”

You sigh. It isn't that you are scared of sharing this with the Jaxtians- anyone with even a cursory knowledge of your race would know this. It is no secret. But how to explain it to them?

>Scientific explanation
>Historical discovery
>Philosophical implications

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Adding space cats to the 'species to genocide' list

>>5757543
>Scientific explanation
This is the best way to explain it. At least as far as Oneir knows, Jaxtians are a bunch of weird geneticists.

>>5757543
>Scientific explanation
Weird alien sex is always a nice tidbit of worldbuilding.

>>5757543
>Scientific explanation

>>5757543
>Scientific explanation
>Historical discovery

>>5757543
>Historical discovery
>Philosophical implications
Fuck the science, I want context

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>>5757578
>>5757582
Let's stick with one vote per voter, please.

>>5757543
>>Philosophical implications

>Historical discovery.

Let us tell the advent of this process as it is known to us and worry about more detailed underpinnings later.

>>5757541
The "to Xenocide List" grows yet again.

>>5757543
>Historical discovery
This sounds like the middle ground between giving them no reason to keep us alive because we told them everything they need to hear and giving them no reason to keep us alive because we speak gibberish.

>>5757543
>Historical discovery

Perhaps this'll also reveal how a member of a Seeker species came to be using Consortium processes and tech...

>>5757543
>Historical discovery
I'm a bit torn between this and the scientific explanation.

>>5757543
>Scientific explanation
>Historical discovery
>Philosophical implications

>>5757543
>>Historical discovery

>>5757543
>>Scientific explanation

>>5757541
What the fuck am I reading LOOOOOL!

>>5757543
>>Historical discovery

>>5757930
>LOOOL
I doubt it. You're really overselling it, anon.

>>5757543
>Scientific explanation

>>5757543
>Historical discovery

>>5757543
>Philosophical implications

I'm trying something a bit different with this sidestory- a rotating cast of characters. How are you enjoying it so far?

>>5758432
It's pretty interesting, yes. Can't say i care for the cat thing, but i do like Vat Numal's story.

>>5758432
Seems good as usual

>>5758432
No war crime, torture or genocide. 0/10

>>5758432
Alright, though I don’t expect much from them

>>5758432
Like the other anons are saying it's pretty interesting.

>open thread
>scroll down
>open random image
>>5757541
can't make this shit up.

>>5758432
I like Vat Numal, the Sotten seem an interesting species to explore... and I'm anticipating finding out something about what's happened to the Seekers since they stopped responding to calls.

Interested in where Jemm Ontam's plot is going to go, if anywhere.

Not sure about Vrrskr, but it's interesting to learn more about the Leraay and how their biology/society works.
Do Leraay have tails? Or are the organs we assumed to be tails in previous images (the 'infiltrators' one) actually their rear-facing penises?

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>>5758432
Loving the idea of seeing Jaxtian society and the greater galaxy from different angles. Really brings that sense of life and vastness into it!

>>5757546
>>5758647
She's not pegging him, she's... uh... I was going to try coming up with a name for it, but you all have suffered enough already.

I still hope he gives his mom a call to tell her she is going to be a grandma soon. Never seen a half-feral cavewoman have a family phone call before, I don't think.

>>5758817
I don't really care what it's called, they're a species of mommyfags. All fetish species must die.

>>5758817
Nice art drawfag

>>5758817
Like some kinda... reverse jackhammer?

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“The Change. Supposedly, a leftover genetic trait allowing Sotten to enter a hibernation state from an ancestral species back when our planet was colder, though even that doesn't quite explain everything. It's a bit of a mystery, even though it was discovered a thousand years ago.”
”That's quite a mystery. Tell me about it. How did it reach such mass adoption? Surely most of your race would abject to spending their whole lives asleep?”

You wish he would've dropped this by now.

“...It was during our development. Sotten naturally have very high birthrates. We are a prey species, originally evolved from rodents, and infant mortality in our natural habitat is extremely high. Both from predation, disease, and harshness of life. Litters of six to eight is most common, but twelve or more isn't unheard of.”
”I see. You must have had very harsh evolutionary pressures.”
“Our metabolism in nature requires us to eat almost our bodyweight in food every day, or else we'll begin to starve and die. This was the delicate balance that allowed our species to exist on our planet; until technology began to advance. It didn't happen all at once; but through a combination of societal development, medical technology, agriculture, and so on. Pretty soon, most of those children could make it to adulthood now; and our species grew exponentially out of control. All of our resources were gone- all the fossil fuels, all of the nutrient-rich soils, all of our natural prey species- eradicated. It caused endless wars and famines, and total hopelessness. That was until we discovered the change.”
”Ahh. Genetic engineering. Every advanced society develops it.”
“No, no. You don't understand. It was found that when a Sotten is forced to rest and conserve energy for multiple days at once- a profound and permanent change overcomes them. Their metabolism slows and energy expenditure goes to almost nothing; and they change from constant wakefulness to constant sleep. There is no way to reverse it.”
”So young Sotten were forced to go through this change.”
“Yes. But that wasn't enough. You can't just strap a pup down to a table and expect the change to happen- it has to be... chosen. Willing, in a way.”
”So how did you get every single Sotten to choose it?”
“It's either that, or die. That's the lesson of the warrens. All of our young are forced into a complex of tunnels and buried within. The old warrens were especially brutish; traps and collapsing soils and kur, our word for snake-devil, all meant to kill young Sotten. Only a handful, less then 30%, make it out alive.”
”That's a strong eugenic policy. But wouldn't that just select for the strongest and the fastest?”

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His words gave you pause. You feel a bit taken aback. How could he respond to this story... so casually? You're talking about child-killing, the shameful truth of your society- your species too feckless and fruitful to be able to expand at its natural rate. It's monstrous, not some great feat of social-engineering to gawk at!

“...There's no food or water in the warrens. Any Sotten who tries to run or dig or do anything to survive will be invariably starved and consumed. There's only one way to survive- find a dark, hidden place and stay still. Parents are supposed to not tell their children the secret; but even knowing it going in doesn't help their chances much. It's hard to overcome ones instinct.”
”So, what happens during this “change”?”
“Nothing much. The young one is forced to suppress all of their hunger and desire for action- their boredom and lack of interest in sleep- and overcome it and force themselves to become calm. And then they slip into a deep sleep- slowly over the next few days their core body temperature lowers and the metamorphosis takes place. When they awake next, they are begin dragged out by their parents- and they are welcomed as an adult of the community. It is also, by far, the most common time when Sotten have their first dream.”
”So? What's the significance of a dream?”
“What do you mean? That's when their real life begins.”

He seems confused. You think back upon what you know of the Jaxtians, no, the other races in the galaxy. They are materialists, believing only in concrete things. It would be a waste of breath.

”...You mentioned that your species had consumed basically all of their resources, yet you are a spacefairing race. I find that hard to believe.”
“No no, it's true. The Seekers discovered us. They found the self-imposed transformation very agreeable to their philosophy and believed we had potential; granting us technology and the ability to spread beyond our own homeworld. Though we were never able to transfer the dream-life to the other races among their members, as they wanted, our culture of self control and introspection fell right in line with their philosophy. We were a core member of the Seekers.”
”And what happened to them? Why aren't you a part of them now?”
“What do you mean? It's all in the ship's historical logs. The Seeker worlds and ships stopped responding one by one after a generic memetic quarantine went out- they only communicated with laser-light signals; no hyperspace or FTL. The Seekers have gone dark and only exist in the spaces between stars now. I'm part of the galactic underground now. No nation or homeworld but, hey, it's nice enough. My true life I carry with me.”
”Even cramped aboard a ship? Alone on long voyages?”

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“We spend so much time of our lives asleep- this life is not our “true” life. This is our physical life- merely a way to continue our true lives within our dreams. The older a Sotten gets, the deeper their dreams become, the more vivid and meaningful. Time is not constant within ones perception, so their time deepens as well. I am still young, so my dreams are not yet at that level, but I can only imagine the richness of the elder Sotten's inner lives.”
”...So much time spent on illusions and nothings, so little to show for it. I feel sorry for you.”
“No, it is I who feel sorry for you.”

The interview seemed to be at an end, until the blonde scientist reaches underneath the table and pulls out a small vial with a red fluid inside.

”...Well, perhaps we can wrap this up- and you can tell me what this is?”

You can't hide your shock and sudden fear. No! How did they find that?!

“I-I can explain!”
”Really? This wasn't on your ship's manifest, and it wasn't even hidden in your computer's files. I thought you said you ran a legit transport service and that you weren't a smuggler. Our AI only barely managed to find it- it detected some glass in a place with no electronics or where a viewport couldn't be, buried under a pile of blankets and past a secret compartment.... As though it was meant to pass thru any customs or be avoided by any pirate tolls. Seemed like someone went to great lengths to hide it.”
“I-It was for a client. Exporting some rare material to a research lab. It's called Celestial Blood, but I swear I don't know what it's for!”
”...You already lied to me once. I didn't want to keep any secrets from each other- I thought we were friends!”
“Please understand-!”
”Oh, I get it, you can't share this among friends? Then we'll have to make you...”

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You are now Jemma Ontam again. After several painstaking days of hard work, your cafe is almost ready to open. You've commissioned several specific pieces of furniture and ways to care for your little “employees”, gotten a staff and menu all set up, established the property, and even decorated with pieces from local artists in the city- you wipe the sweat from your brow for a job well done.

Still, even with the encouragement and education you received, you're still taken aback by just how hard it was to make this a reality. All of your ideas and concepts for this little venture- you had to make so many compromises on your vision. Health and wellness codes for both patrons and the pets means they can't just run around the store freely like you first imagined; though you guess that makes sense- someone could step on one! Plus getting approval for all the art pieces so they don't clash with the unified aesthetic of the city itself- your own store not being immune to this. Plus that and the fact that nobody cares about your ideas more then you do meant you always had to have initiative. You're a grown woman, so you should have known already, but just having to be your own advocate was just... phew. After all, the administrator gave you this spot, but you know others were gunning for it was well. You never felt so much pressure as seeing the social posts mentioning the cafe's location and saying how much they would have liked to get it. You wanted to cave right then and there- but no! You stayed strong. And now... it will be rewarded. At least you hope.

Are you just naive? Does any other Jaxtian think or even care about this idea? How do you know most will just ignore this quaint cafe? Most Jaxtians in the city are very busy and eat on the go. Maybe this whole idea was just a waste of time...

As you start to clean up the materials from setting up your store and cafe- you notice a man watching you through the window outside. He's tall and very fit, wearing a sleek jumpsuit. As soon as you notice him- he comes to the door and opens it, helping himself inside.

“Those look heavy, can I help?”
”Oh- no, it's ok, I have a few laborers I can request to come.”
“Are you sure? I want to help. Besides, it's free exercise.”
”Well, in that case, okay~”

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Even with one look, you quite fancied this man. He wanted to help you without even asking anything in return- so heroic! You feel all special that he's going out of his way just for you. And besides, every Jaxtian lady learns to love a military man.

“...A cafe with Nut Thieves huh? That's a cute idea. I could see that being valuable.”
”Aww- thanks! Well, what about you?”
“They're transferring me to the Stand. I'm going to become the lead fleet admiral.”
”...Oh. Wow. That's a big job.”

He's going to become the lead for the defense of the Stand? The current warfront with the Consortium? That's... huge. You never expected to meet someone so important to the Hegemony. And here you were, yapping about your own problems and struggles at opening up this silly little business!

“I mean, it is. But it's not as hard as coming up with something all new, like this. You've clearly put your heart into it. For me... well, let's not get into that.”
”Huh? What do you mean? Admiral is a huge position- I mean, you clearly have it much harder then me, and are providing more value to the Hegemony then my silly little dream ever could.”
“I'm just going with the motions. Being promoted because of my skills and performance. I mean sure, I'm in a bit more danger then you are perhaps but...”
”But nothing! Come on, be proud!”
“Are you saying my job is harder then yours? Really?”

You're taken aback by that. Nobody in the Hegemony would ever think some... civilian girl like you has it harder then some high level military, science, or government official. How could he even think that, right? Or does he have a point?

>His job is harder
>Your job is harder
>They're the same

>>5758870
I'm not sure if I were allowed to choose custom options, but I'd say
>They're hard in different ways
I mean yeah, being an sole business owner is harder in the sense that you're alone and there's not really any *guide*, you sail or sink, but as an admiral you have the Sword of Damocles hanging over you. If you fail as a business owner, it's just a business, if you fail as an admiral its everything.

As a British vampire once said, a king has his strengths, but a baker has his as well. The same applies here. They're both hard jobs, just by different metrics.

>>5758885
Support

>>5758885
+1

>>5758870
>>5758885
Supporting.

>>5758885
Let's support those wise words

>>5758885
Sounds a solid write-in, if allowed. +1.

>>5758885
Support. They're not the same, obviously, A society with only soldiers or only artists and baristas is broken, though, or at least a deviation from Hegemonic normalcy. If everyone is a soldier, that's the red war-bros. if everyone is a merchant or entrepreneur, that's the HVS or Consortium. They're both necessary.

>>5758870
>>Your job is harder

>>5758870
>I haven't been doing this long so I don't know. Now your making me nerous, haha.

>>5758817
stop putting those weird ass fetish breeding methods in the quest, they just ruin the aliens

>>5758885
Supporting

>>5759611
>nooo, aliens can't have reproductive cycles or courtships which differ from human norms!

>>5759638
correct

all species who are personally icky to me need to perish

>>5758885
>+1
If the write-in isn't allowed then
>>5758870
>Your job is harder

>>5759638
What the fuck is a human?

>>5759638
That's right. Asexual reproduction or death.

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“...Well, I think they'd be about the same. Just in different ways. It's never easy, no matter what.”

He seems to enjoy that answer. You aren't sure why, but he seems to enjoy not being reminded or praised of his position. Especially considering how important and respected military careers are in the Hegemony.

“...It just gets tiring, you know. Everyone expects so much of me, and when I deliver, they praise me for it like I'm some kind of bloody hero. I'm just following the program. You know? The steps for success are all listed out. Where as you are doing something totally new. I don't want to be praised for doing something that was simple and easy.”
”Well, I'll make sure not to praise you.”
“Oh no, I didn't say that! When I do something worthy of it- you'd better be ready to praise me! Give the future me the respect he deserves!”

You giggle. After a few minutes, he's disposed of all the boxes. It would have taken you a good hour to move all that stuff- you thank him again. He extends his hand- a handshake? How formal. You find something about that funny. It's endearing.

“It's a shame I'll be gone before your cafe is operational. I'll have to come back when the war is over.”
”You'd better. What's your name?”
“I'm Hass. Hass Takar. And you?”
”I'm Jemma.”
“...No family name?”
”It's not important.”

You just thought 'Jemma Takar' was a little too forward. You'd really prefer it if Hass doesn't die.

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You are now Vrrskr whose Mother is Anaei again, and you are back on the station. You'd made frequent trips back and forth to the planet where your current lover lives- consuming every scrap of your free time. It isn't just sexual, though the sex is very good, you feel like it's a bit more.

This experience has also enlightened you somewhat. As a member of the Consortium, you've spent your entire life doing almost nothing but chasing credits- and only now is it really starting to weigh on you on how unnecessary it feels. Even your position on this space station, luxurious as it is, seems like a waste of time. You worked very hard to get your company off the ground- doing dangerous space walks as a youth and then installing your own robotic arms; investing a ton of money into the station to gain the partner status that lets you make executive decisions regarding its placement- and all of that just seems so... pointless now. You gain just as much happiness getting your crotch smashed, and yet nobody is praising that as the end-all-be-all of polite, civilized capitalist society.

You happen to be walking around the station one day and notice a fellow Leraay- an he's a father. Then you notice it- your own mating-clamps, sealed shut in the womb from your male sex- opened for this child. It's a female. She's just as cute and clever as any Leraay boy. He looks so proud.

I mean, he's gotta know what she's going to turn into, right? How can he go on like that? You've been with your own lover for a while now. You wonder when she's going to drop a kid for you. You just hope it's not a girl.

”Hey boss, you've got an important visitor.” Ksccktt says. Completed unexpected, you go to your office to see a Leraay in the most fancy outfit you've ever seen. Oh shit!

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It's the CEO of the Galax Mining corporation. One of the richest men in the Consortium- and that's saying something. Some say he could buy a whole planet with his wealth, a habitable planet. Paparazzi drones swarm about taking pictures- while his own security drones blur the images to avoid them being sold on the open media markets; if anyone is going to profit off his own sensationalist news, it's going to be him.

“Hello. I'll make this brief. The Consortium security & law enforcement forces are all hands on deck and are massing in a nearby star system. This station is well equipped to handle kinetic packages, especially for mass manufacturing. We'd like to have it towed via Hyperspace to the star system, and use your company and shipping canisters to help with the war effort. You'll be paid for the expense, of course- same rate as your current shipments, but a much higher trading volume.”
”...Wasn't the Consortium security just dealing with some squatting pirates on a mining colony? This seems like overkill.”

He gives you a glare, he almost seems offended for some reason.

“...As you know, the Galax mining corporation is one of the largest corporate patrons of the Consortium governments and council. We're right there with you- fighting for your rights and freedoms. It's your civic duty to participate.”
”Civic duty? What does your mining colony have to do with that?”
“Ugh. Listen, we're at a time crunch here- let's hurry this along and get our AIs to do the paperwork. You're a partner on this station so it can't be moved without your permission. Do you accept the deal or not? I'd highly recommend you do.”

It doesn't sound bad- a good way to make a tidy profit over the next few years. Working in wartime and ship manufacturing is always a good contract. But... you'll be a few systems over, and probably very busy. You'll have to hire new employees and stuff- and you'll be away from her. Is that really what you want? You figure that this new colony Galax is fighting for here will be worth trillions of credits- or maybe more. More money then you'd see in a hundred thousand lifetimes. Do you really care about his little war at all?

>Accept
>Deciline

>>5759900
>>Accept

>>5759900
>Deciline
We got a potential family coming up if I'm understanding this correctly. And something about this deal doesn't sit right with me.

>>5759917
This guy's very powerful, he might just get rid of us if we decline.

>>5759900
I don’t really have an opinion on this, so I’ll just wait to be convinced

>>5759900
>Accept... on the condition that he buys you out completely at a generous raye. He gets more influence over the station, you retire, everyone wins.

>>5759900
>Decline
This is clearly the same CEO guy from Thread #9 sending ships to attack the Hegemony while calling the Jaxtians a buch of "illegal squatters". Bananas does "puzzle" choices like this to test people paying attention. Accepting here means making the attack fleet stronger or come earlier. ANYONE picking Accept here is one of the sabotaging shitposters trying to make the Quest fail.

>>5759959
I like this, and support it.

>>5759900
>Accept... on the condition that he buys you out completely at a generous rate. He gets more influence over the station, you retire, everyone wins.

>>5759917
Well, I think it's the fact that he's clearly lying to us about the war effort, but more insulting to me is that he's trying to lowball the cost of it all- granted the higher trade volume is probably the move, but the fact that he has to come here himself reeks of his desperation for a deal- meaning we can probably charge a higher price.

Granted, I think it's a false choice- either we do as he recommends and risk a lot to get payed handsomely, or we get punished for defying him- I think family stuff is a red haring.

There's an intriguing potential narrative that may come with taking the deal I've just thought of, but I doubt Bananas will take it there if we do choose it, so I'll keep it in house until it's irrelevant.

>>5759962
Honestly anon, I don't give a shit- the Stand is an insignificant mining colony hyped up to make the current Supreme feel better about 'not being a real Jaxian Alpha' or some shit like that. At worst, Banana's just decides to kill Hass off as a love interest offscreen, and the Supreme gets humiliated by the Consortium taking the Stand- both insignificant in the grand scheme of the Hegemony.

>>5759900
>Accept... on the condition that he buys you out completely at a generous rate. He gets more influence over the station, you retire, everyone wins.

We get a big payout, he gets direct ownership.

Win win

>>5759900
>Deciline

>>5759900
>Deciline
If a deal is too good to be true, it probably is.

>>5759900
>Accept

>>5759900
>Decline
No deal. We're happy as things are, and this deal is suspicious. Either they improve the deal, buy our business out entirely and give us enough wealth to purchase a world of our own so that we never have to work again, or no sale.

>>5759959
>>5759900
>Accept... on the condition that he buys you out completely at a generous raye. He gets more influence over the station, you retire, everyone wins.

>>5759959
+1, even if we could possibly win more money by keeping part of the station, this is better for Vrrskr.

>>5759900
>Decline

>>5759900
>Deciline
But if we have to accept I support getting bought out.

Hmm, spend more time as family man and possibly find out that Leeray women act all beastly by nurture as much as nature and perhaps change it on the long run, so the Leeray stop being some mommy wierdos...

Or signing the deal and not getting fired or worse, plus making a ton of cash.

...

>Decline.

Let us hope this deal truly was a shady one.

>>5760629
It’s probably gonna be more like
>Accept, get rich, potentially die, lose woman and family life
>Decline, lose job, lose woman and family life anyway
Not
>Decline, somehow change society as a middle manager with the richest CEO in the Consortium as our enemy

>>5760636
Yeah, bananas loves these kinds of decisions where everything ends badly anyway no matter what you pick.

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>>5760629
Absolutely abhorrent post.

>>5760667
Watch out Bananas, this guy can read your mind and may be living in your walls. *rolleyes*

>>5759900
>Deciline

>>5760725
No, I just read the whole quest and can deduct from experience.

>>5760636
>>5760716
I mean, not immedeatedly, change would come after many more descis- yeah, I don't know what I was thinking, this isn't Star Trek.

>Accept

At least they'll raise their GDP or something.

>>5759900
>>Accept

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The Galax Mining Corporation is one of the largest interstellar companies in the Consortium; directly purchasing and leasing planets, moons, and other celestial objects for the purposes of mining and refining raw materials. Due to the large number of space habitats, industrialized cities, and consumer goods and spaceflight- raw metals, silicates, and radioactive materials are always in high demand in the Consortium. The Galax mining corporation however is notable for their patented method of mining and refining Azurium ore, a rare and only recently discovered resource brought to the Consortium species by collaborations with the Esaal Miltiary-Empire. The value of Azurium is so great that the company rebranded its logo and name to be always printed in its color- a deep Azurium blue.

The discovery of Azurium has brought the entire Consortium into a sort of gold-rush; seeking any source of that blue treasure. For its uses in security, megastructure building, and top end consumer electronics- it has become a very valuable commodity. Rare Azurium is unusable by normal metallurgic methods; requiring advanced magnetic forges to be reshaped, and the Galax mining coporation also loans out the technology to other companies at extremely high rates. This has raised concerns in the Consortium's consumer and business fairness councils over the monopoly in all but name that the Galax corp. owns over the Azurium trade, but given how closely the government works with the corporation and its immeasurable profits- as well as hand-in-hand justification of constant expansion, means this is unlikely to change in the near future. After all- without Galax, this technology would be completely inaccessible for all but the largest corporate entities.

Due to the Consortium's constant dedication to uplifting and joining newly found alien races to its capital and social systems; any world found with Azurium reserves with an intelligent native species quickly becomes a target for criticism of colonialism and exploitation. The Consortium is adamant however in allowing these hostile takeovers- as in more then one occasion ancient repressive religions, cruel dictatorships, and intelligent species suffering in a pre-industrial state from natural woes have all been freed and added to the greatest, prosperous, and more equal society in the entire galaxy!

*This message brought to you by the Galax Mining Corporation.
>Real update later

>>5761228
All in favour of giving Kima's child a fleet of stealthships to play pirate on the corpos after we rain antimatter on the Esaal?

>>5761228
>Due to the Consortium's constant dedication to uplifting and joining newly found alien races to its capital and social systems; any world found with Azurium reserves with an intelligent native species quickly becomes a target for criticism of colonialism and exploitation. The Consortium is adamant however in allowing these hostile takeovers- as in more then one occasion ancient repressive religions, cruel dictatorships, and intelligent species suffering in a pre-industrial state from natural woes have all been freed and added to the greatest, prosperous, and more equal society in the entire galaxy!
Lol, Jaxian-adjacent primates when?

>>5761277
The 4chan Gods ate my original post, so I guess I support this brand of Fun

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>>5761228
>>5761328
Ate my gif as well

Captcha literally be like SAD lol

>>5761277
Yes.

>>5761328
I think there's some evidence that some consortium faction actually started or assisted the uplift of the Jaxtians. Didn't our first playable supreme meet some green dog guys who were later placed upon a quick overlay of consortium species?

>>5761277
sound like a plan.
Man the ships with Hazard so they get genocided by consortium?

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>>5761717
Genocide?
HmmmmMmmmmmmm.

Thread ID test.

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”Well, I wouldn't mind selling my share of the station to you...”
“I'm not interested in buying it- I just need to lease it for a while. We're starting with a conservative five year work contract, with up to three possible two year extensions- each will be paid a stay-on bonus for accepting them...”
”How about my idea? Buy me out, and I can retire nice and early. We both win.”
“Too expensive- you're just one portion of one station. We're talking mass transit and trade here. Besides, your crew is important too- you've got the right experience. I would be willing to buy you some equipment upgrades, and certainly a better AI for you to sweeten the deal- but that's my final offer.”
”Both things that would increase my productivity under you, huh? I've gotten quite used to being my own boss. How about a cool twenty million credits? I'm sure you'll find that-”
“ENOUGH! REJECTED! My offer is no longer available. As soon as anyone starts a deal with me, they think they're a damn tycoon. You ain't a big shot- you're a shit little- nevermind. END TRANSMISSION!”

With that, his physical form, which you are only now realizing what shipped on a (very expensive) transmission holodisk- clearly, he was too busy to actually come out to your little station in the flesh.

Well damn. You tried to pull one over on one of the richest men in the Consortium and set your heights too high. You asked for too much money; and clearly he didn't need you that badly. You start to feel a bit of regret and remorse- I mean, if you did a good job, there was a pretty good chance you could have moved to a position in the Galax corp- many of which pay much better then your position as a small business owner. Or if you did a REALLY good job, you might have been able to weasel your way into starting your own space shipping across the stars. That's all gone now.

Oh well. Your offer ended up getting rejected. At least you'll have your same life- and you'll be able to spend more time with mommy. You wonder if you'll end up being a Daddy yourself sometime soon...

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You are now the Head Administrator for Hegemonic Control and your name is not important. You are on Jaxt, and before you is a cave. This cave was carved into the blonde mountains- and does not appear on any maps. No jump-poles lead here, no travel destinations are within a great distance, and no campers are recommended to hike here. Only a very, very select group of people are allowed to know of this place's existence, much less come. You are one of these few.

Behind only the Supreme Ruler and his Overseers- Mann Yumm, the overseer of infrastructure, and Makatana Nanonae III, the overseer of science, you are the highest ranking individual in the entire Hegemony. You are the head of the Hegemony itself; it's bureaucracy and inner-workings- the network of agents and technologies that perform the Supreme Ruler's will; covert or obvious, malicious or benign. This is your job and sole responsibility. However, unlike the importance of your position- you will never be honored with a golden band, nor will anyone sing your praises in an epic blonde ballad. You could walk among the crowds of normal citizens and none would even know who you are.

While every dysfunctional member of a society is uniquely dysfunctional and useless in their own way; there are truly only two kinds of people who contribute to society. The first are those who have a vision for how the world can or should be- and then there are those who can make that vision real. There is no overlap between the two. For every Supreme Ruler decree- there are a hundred million computer cores reprogrammed with new priorities. For every business decision, there a hundred thousand workers that need retraining and new standardized equipment to best optimize the decision. You have dreams yourself, idle fantasies- everyone does. Dreams of beautiful women, or a fancy house, or exciting adventurers on a vacation or when exploring new worlds- but these are nothing more then idle fantasies. Random wants and wishes- to truly see a vision for how the world can be, requires a different kind of mind entirely then the one who can move the numbers and pick through the minutiae to make it a reality. That is your gift, and that is your goal.

You descend deep into the bowels of the mountain. Through the tunnel, you pass the final security checkpoint and behold a collection of screens. Each one passes through it a grainy image, ever morphing and shifting, similar to the early AI productions of the ancient past. But this is not generated by a computer.

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It was never the Hegemony's goal to read minds with technology. Brainwaves and mental-images are too scattered and fast moving to fully comprehend, even by the very best AI. They are also not useful for implementing social policy or control- ones mental image may be of something completely unrelated to their own belief; a violent fantasy of killing the Supreme Ruler would be shocking to see in the mind of a Jaxtian citizen, but it shouldn't be a crime. Every male will imagine himself besting another- if that just so happens to be the Supreme Ruler, will we rule that as treason, or simply high praise for putting the Supreme as the center of his violent, juvenile daydream? If the citizenry knew that their thoughts could be read like this, they would be unable to have any individual ability to submit and enhance the Hegemony's goals in any way. They would assume their government knew everything about them- they would change their behavior or become self destructive. Truthfully, it was never even intended to capture these brain images in the first place- simply monitoring the brainwaves of those in stasis pods, with their lowered level of activity that their thoughts and dreams can be seen like a single still in a roll of film. Should their very most deepest thoughts, unintentional and out of their control, really be watched? As such, this place must be a secret.

What value is there in a dream? Or in a fantasy? It is not the experience of it itself that is valuable, at least not to you. It is within what it means. At the crossroads of biological instinct and imperative, to social conditioning, to emotional states- something within that tangle lays a perfect world. Not a mere desire, but a want and a wish, the way they want the world to be, deep down, which is neither known to their own conscious mind nor capable of being described in words.

You turn off your own mind and stare at the monitors. You become the ultimate voyer. You meditate on the images you see. What do you see? What connects them? What do these people truly want deep down?

What is your dream?

This decision will permanently change the direction of Space Monke Quest. Please be as honest as possible. One post IDs will not be counted or considered for this vote.
>Continue Space Monke Quest in its current direction (Space Civ, as the Jaxtians, current timeline)
>Go back to a previous point in the timeline and continue from there (Pre-genocides, or specify)
>Radically change Space Monke Quest (specify)
>Wrap up Space Monke Quest in 1-3 Threads and put it to rest (without rushing!)
No write ins that do not follow this scheme will be accepted. Thank you for your feedback.

>>5761920
>Go back to a previous point in the timeline and continue from there (Pre-genocides, First Contact with Swalli)
Well, this certainly gave me goosebumps. I’m fine with anything Pre-genocide, but I figure I want to throw a bone to the Swalli and their storyline- a voice for the unremembered and all that.

If we really want to be radical, we can change up the Akule storyline to be more satisfying or something.

Tempted to go full "Vetucker bros, baby". Also we can keep the Starseers from suffering their fate.

Though at the same time I feel like it would be a shame to leave this as it is with the unfinished Hegemony-Consortium war or even the comfy (and honestly pretty sweet) story of Jemm Ontam.
Other than that I'm not sure what exactly the implications of changing things or of this scene in general. I could've sworn Bananas talked about something OOC in the last thread, I'll have to look into it when I get the chance.

>>5761937
>I don't want to be a huge downer or clamp discussion people are interested in but I literally have NO idea where you guys are getting this headcanon stuff from.
>Did you miss the part where part of Wrix's manifesto for committing the genocides was to give more fertile farmland and habitable planetary space to Jaxtians instead of aliens? Or the OOC reveals about Thread #7 where going down the Cijan-Mask path would destroy the Jaxtian culture, where as the path you took didn't (but destroyed all diversity instead)?
>You only saw ONE guy living in the pod, and that was only to juxtapose the relative poverty of a loser Jaxtian living alone on a space station as opposed to how exciting even that living condition was to a second-class Hazaari citizen. Most Jaxtians do not live like that, most are physically active, knife fighting is still alive and well. I don't think this has been implied to be anything but the case anywhere, so I'm confused how people came to these extreme conclusions as though something has significantly changed between threads.
I think I found it, but it wasn't exactly what I was thinking it was.

>>5761937
>empted to go full "Vetucker bros, baby"
YES, Please spare the vetuckers. I don't even care about the rest of the genocide stuff - kill the Swalli for all i care, they're cool but the giant city we made on their world is fine.

JUST REVIVE THE VETUCKERS. WE NEED THE COWBROS.

>>5761920
>Radically change Space Monke Quest (Spare the Vetuckers during the Akule genocide)
This is literally all i want. Please. Jaxtians and Vetuckers against the universe. The rest isn't that bad. We can continue the storyline. Let's just spare the vetuckers.

Vetuckers & Jaxtians against the galaxy. THIS Is what i want.

>>5761951
>Akule's genocide
I meant wrix's.

please? I just liked the vetuckers and how they genuinely embraced our culture. I'll be happy as long as they're spared.

>>5761920
>Radically change Space Monke Quest
>Go back to a previous point in the timeline
What I'm saying is, we'll be playing a top secret timetraveling agent out to fix timelines. Let the players decide the turning point. This dream monitor thing? Part of a way to detect anomalies in the timeline. Thing is, which future are we from? Hell, maybe what past are we from? What future are we trying to prevent?

>>5761920
I just want to say before the others vote Bananas.

Thank You. This made my day, even if anons decide to vote for something else.

>>5761937
I imagine that it wouldn’t be too different- we’d still have the Consortium War later with everyone else’s story.

My god, I’m so excited now- I got so many ideas on how to do Civil Strife arc, and improving Wrix.

>>5761942
Not to get too deep into Pod debate, but I imagine it’s a matter of perception- we weren’t given any juxtaposition to contextualize that is was just Podboy being in the minority of Jaxians, and contrasting it with Huzzar living conditions when both are arguably equal living conditions with exception of the VR headset, I Think the point Bananas was trying to make was muddled while anons came to different conclusions about the Hegemony.

Bananas does make a great point about fertile farmland and habitable space being a non-contentious issue though- that one thing we’d lose, but I think it’d be worth it.

>>5761948
Can we at least try to have a story with the Swalli? I’ve been waiting a year to dig into them narratively.

>>5761920
>Radically change Space Monke Quest (Spare the Vetuckers during Wrix's genocide)
Fuck it let's do it.
Maybe we can also spare the Starseers from contacting the worms and dying but this is honestly the main thing I'd like to change.

>>5761948
You know what you're right. Those guys were based.

>>5761958
Hm those are good points.

>>5761951
>>5761962
Can you guys vote for Pre-genocide instead bros? I think a Warring States arc would be pretty interesting, and I got a bunch of ideas on how it could go.

>>5761920
>>Continue Space Monke Quest in its current direction (Space Civ, as the Jaxtians, current timeline)
Retcons are for cucks, much as I hate the genocide of non Hazaars

>>5761958
>>5761966
Anon, the issue with "Pre-genocide" is that we'll loose out on all the interesting stuff like the Swall Ecumenopolis and the Consortium wars. The swalli are cool, but i'd rather keep the stuff we have than to see them.

But the vetuckers, we can revive them without removing any storyline. We can keep everything else the same. We can still see cool stuff like Bluey's kid, the storyline with the coffeeshop girl, all that other stuff that people are seemingly interested in seeing from this thread.

>>5761967
There is literally no reason to *not* spare the vetuckers. Everything else would remain the same. There was NO valid reason for Wrix to kill them when he spared the HVS.

>>5760726
This is me

>>5761920
>Continue Space Monke Quest in its current direction (Space Civ, as the Jaxtians, current timeline)
If I would change anything it would be to spare the Vetuckers. I sympathize with the idea that they were loyal and should have lived if we spared the Hazaar. I’m surprised no one suggested to retroactively wipe out the Hazaar so far. I don’t really care about the Swalli.

However, even though I want the Vetuck to live, I more so don’t want to undo all that has come after. I want to see how this all develops further.

>>5761970
No. What is done is done. Regrets from past sins are an intrinsic part of every civilization, every empire.

>>5761972
>What's is done is done
No it's not, we didn't choose that. That's retarded. You're actively choosing to make the story worse for the sole purpose of 'muh retcon bad'
>>5761971
>However, even though I want the Vetuck to live, I more so don’t want to undo all that has come after. I want to see how this all develops further.
Like i said before, literally nothing needs to change just from reviving the vetuckers. All the other stuff can happen. The vetuckers surviving in no way stops us from having the ecumenopolis if the swalli are still dead.

>>5761966
Basically what this guy >>5761970 said.

>>5761971
>I’m surprised no one suggested to retroactively wipe out the Hazaar so far.
Actually this gives me an idea. Why not get rid of the Hazaar and let the Ventuckers live instead? It could potentially solve the issue of needing farmland and fertile worlds.

>>5761972
While I disagree, your mindset has my respect.

>>5761975
>Why not get rid of the Hazaar and let the Ventuckers live instead? It could potentially solve the issue of needing farmland and fertile worlds.
We already killed the Hazaar. We'll already have plenty of free space from the worlds freed up from hazaar occupation and swall itself.

We literally just need to revive the vetuckers. That's literally it. We won't loose all the cool storylines, and we'll get the best bros our civilization could ask for. There is literally not a single downside to reviving the Vetuckers.