rolled 19 = 19

>(this name can be changed)

fuck that. keep the name

rolled 19 = 19

>>8901221
possible directions?

also spot check.

I shall await a consensus. Also, roll a d20 for actions that have a possibility of failure.

Rouse the chief and demand we be given the right of challenge in single combat. The Zeldessi are, after all, primitive and no match for our fists.

rolled 18 = 18

>>8901294

Breathing.

>>8901283

You are within the inner sanctum of the Cheiftain. On the far wall of this cavernous, circular room, is a massive staircase with his throne at the top. You notice a faint glow emanating from the back of the leader's seat.
To the west is another bridge leading out to another of the large spires that the Zeldessi seem to reside in.
There is a large table in front of you, and you can see a grand staircase leading downwards, out of the building, on the wall behind you.

>>8901316

That had been the chief's plan, but thanks to your heroic wit, you distracted him and plugged a number of phazer rounds into his skull. No phazer could fell a beast of his size, but it did knock hm out, he won't be getting up for several hours.

rolled 18 = 18

>>8901404
I see. Then I demand that I be anointed chief and be permitted safe passage back to my ship to be gone of this dirtball. I need a martini with the lovely Miss Jennings. Rolling to claim chiefdom.

Awaiting consensus.

>>8901444
Very nice roll, good man.

rolled 20 = 20

>>8901294
that's what I've been rolling.

>>8901374
send half of force to hold bridge,
take half of remaining force to examine throne.

leave remaining force to guard cheiftan

>>8901474
Your men do as told. Eight men move to guard the bridge, five stand around near the chief, and your four veteran marines climb the stairs with you.

You quickly find a secret panel behind the chief's golden throne, and behind it lies a bundle of crystals emanating yellow light!

>>8901444
If we find an intercom system, you can try to intimidate the Zeldessi into following you.

>>8901464
He looks like he's got a metal thong for headgear.

>>8901474
Let's compromise, have the marines just bring the throne with us on the way back to the Ironhearte.

>>8901619
Are there any women on this jungle planet, and if so, are the said women sexy in any way, shape, or form?

>>8901627

This is the future good man! Captain Dent is an enlightened man of the year 2018, where mankind has been plying the cosmos for over forty years! Anything goes!

>>8901658
The Zeldessi vagina has over three-hundred and forty thousand muscles and contains an inner beak capable of exerting four-hundred psi of pressure. They are also terrible to behold.

>>8901656
The Ironhearte is to the south, across a chasm that used to be a bridge. It is also surrounded by warriors, but a little bravado -and ingenuity- can fix anything!

rolled 4 = 4

Yo, that lonely player from yesterday, back again.

>>8901619

He won't be needing those chrystals anymore. I grab them and put them in my pockets. Surely nothing can go wrong if I store these strange radioactive artifacts close to my testicles.

rolled 8 = 8

>>8901619
do we have a science officer or engineer?

have them examine crystals closely

Awaiting consensus, brave adventurers of /tg/!

>>8901757
Welcome back, good sir!

>>8901781
You hand a crystal to Major Dobson, one of your most trusted crewmen.

"Uh sir, I got no idea what the hell that is. I just shoot shit for a living." He says with a shrug.

You, unfortunately, have no well-trained men with you, aside from the marines. Your important crew are all back on the Ironhearte. It's just you, the marines, and an army of 13 redshirts.

Is it safe to assume that you will pocket the strange crystals?

rolled 9 = 9

>>8901812
damn, pocket or bag the crystals.

join group guarding the chief, then everyone joins the men by the bridge.

aside from the bridge, what methods and former methods of ingress and egress exist?

rolled 17 = 17

>>8901860
Damn right we are. Captain Dent is a man of action, not common sense.

>>8901875

As previously mentioned, there is a large staircase on the southern wall of the chamber, a bridge to the west, and the shattered remnants of a bridge to the southeast.

You, your four marines, and the five guards near the Chieftain's body take position.

Suddenly, you hear a groaning in the corner. It's Carter! He, amazingly, isn't dead!

rolled 11 = 11

>>8901901
I thought the stairs went to the throne?
confirm/deny

>>8901946
There is a staircase up to the throne, and a staircase across the room from that one, leading down and out of the building.

Wuts goin on in dis thred?

rolled 5 = 5

>>8901952
damn;

supply status?
do we have the following;

rope
explosives
winch
repelling gear
soap
what does our weapons shoot?

>>8901968

Campy sci-fi action from the year 2018! The heroic, intrepid, and ruggedly handsome Captain Dent does battle with hideous aliens from beyond the stars!

rolled 20 = 20

We gloriously charge out and fight the foul aliens.

>>8902019
OH SHIT YEAH MOTHERFUCKER

>>8901985

You are equipped with "The Equalizer" a fancy and ridiculous-looking blast-cannon, and a standard-issue phazer for close-range stunning.

Your marines all carry short-range blasters, and your thirteen men are all equipped with standard blast-rifles.
These weapons all fire searing lazer bolts at high velocity, with the exception of The Equalizer, which fires a larger, more deadly plasma beam.

I'm sure checking your utility belt might yield fruitful results!

>>8902019
If this receives another vote then it shall be so

rolled 5 = 5

>>8902029
was that an invitation to (roll) look down?

am I batman, or the handyman...

Come to an agreement yet, Captain?

>>8902019
THIS!

>>8902135

It will be done, Cap!

Grabbing your weapons, your troops follow your glorious example as you all charge to the edge of the chasm where a bridge once was. You open fire on the ranks of honor guard standing across from you, and amazingly all of your shots strike home!

Zeldessi warriors are sent plummeting to the hard ground below, a good six-hundred foot drop. Others are sent flailing as they fall over railings(?), screaming.

You easily mop up the forty-strong contingent of warriors. Good show, Cap'n!

Now what?

Your bridge crew is still being held captive across the way, however, and chances are there are more aliens on the way!

Check my utility belt.

>>8902342
Roll a d20, sir!

rolled 18 = 18

>>8902354
I'll do it for him.

rolled 10 = 10

Fine.
Checking my belt.

>>8902371

>>8902371
Splendid roll!

Thinking quickly, as any hero worth his salt is apt to do, you reach into a pouch on your belt and find just what you need, a Zip-Liner 2000! Now your men can cross this chasm with ease!

But what of the chieftain and the unconscious Private Carter, your brave stand-in?

rolled 15 = 15

>>8902413
Kill the fucking chieftain and carry Carter across on my shoulders.

rolled 11 = 11

>>8902413
I thought carter just woke up?

>>8902432
Feel free to include heroic dialogue and snappy one-liners to accompany your rolls, I hear it causes you to roll better.

Awaiting consensus, explorers!

>>8902441

Holy plot-holes, Captain!
Okay, Carter is awake but in no condition to move much on his own. His glistening robotic hook-hand a reminder of the terror of your first landing on Galabarr V.

>>8902432

Any secondings?

rolled 15 = 15

>>8902432
DO IT FGT

>>8902573
Looks like you just got
*BLAM*
usurped.

rolled 19 = 19

>>8902555
I say we chop off the chief's head with his own sword and then keep the sword. Saying "That's nothing to lose your head over" etc is optional.

rolled 10 = 10

>>8902595
And THEN carry him over like a boss.

>>8902573
Hi-ho!

You walk stoically over to the Chieftain and with a single blast of The Equalizer liquify the beast's head. It's shaggy hair is scorched and covered in blood. A large hole is burnt to the lower level of the building.

Grabbing Carter, you latch onto the handle of the Zip-Liner 2000 and swing majestically across. You dismount with a double-backflip and stick the landing.

Your men follow suit (sans amazing feats of acrobatics), but one slips and tumbles to his death. You never got a chance to learn his name. You're across the chasm now, and can see the bridge to your ship to the southwest.

>>8902595
And of course, you remembered to grab the Chieftain's massive Electro-Scimitar first! The gilded weapon has a light blue edge that crackles with amazing power!

>>8902644

That's what I like with this quest. When we fail, we fail hard. When we succeed, we do it in the manliest way possible.

rolled 16 = 16

Only pussies need plans.
CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGE!

>>8902704
I concur.

>>8902704

That's the spirit, any attempts to follow our brain instead of our balls tend to fail miserably.

>>8902776
Just like our hero, Captain Kirk.

>>8902704
>>8902712
(Heroic speech not included?)

You rally your remaining sixteen men and storm across the bridge in the direction of the Ironhearte. Two straggling Zeldessi attempt to block your way, but you reduce them to charred legs with a blast of The Equalizer. Your men cheer and shout your name as you vault the remains of the two warriors and some debris from your crash landing.

You are stopped in your tracks as you see your bridge crew on their knees outside the ship, blast-pistols to their heads.

"Well, huuuumohn," says the apparent leader of the ten remaining warriors, "what now? We will not hesitate to kill off your precious crew!"

"Captain!" cries Jennings, "I believe in you! Do what you feel is right!"

rolled 2 = 2

>>8902826
We shoot them all in the head before they can pull the trigger.

rolled 15 = 15

>>8902826
"I challenge you to one on one combat!"

Sirs, you need not roll until a consensus is reached!

rolled 16 = 16

>>8902867
LIKE A BOSS!

rolled 16 = 16

>>8902879
Well, let's do it.

Hell yeah.

>>8902882
>>8902867
Manly! I like it!

You challenge the leader to one on one combat, he agrees.

Removing the upper half of your silver jumpsuit to reveal bulging pecs and abs, you raise your fists and approach the shaggy, sizable beast, and give him a strong left-hook right in one of its four eyes.

Let's fight the faggot already.

Sorry for the sudden lag in posts, an old friend showed up at my house and we were chatting. He's going into the Marine Corps.

rolled 20 = 20

>>8903041
RIP AND TEAR!
RIP AND TEAR HIS GUTS!
HE'S HUGE!
THAT MEANS HE HAS HUGE GUTS!
RIP AND TEAR!

>>8903067
FUCK YES
AWESOME

I'm waiting to RIP AND TEAR, OP.

>>8903067
Without further ado!

"Hey beast, I hear you have huge guts!" You shout as the alien clutches its face.

With all of your manly brawn, you dash forth, grabbing onto its shoulders. You vault up and do a handstand on its shoulders, before bringing a mighty knee down into its mandibles! The alien screams in impotent rage:

"Aaaargh! foul huuuumohn! I will crush y-"

He is unable to complete the thought, as you bring a foot down into its mouth, and are rewarded by a satisfying crunch as brain matter and skull fragments shoot out the back of its head. A large dent is left in the floor.

You proceed to glare menacingly at the other aliens, they appear to be wholly terrified of your martial prowess!

rolled 1 = 1

Command them all to make me their leader.

>>8903065

Tell him to take notes. If he learns from Captain Dent, he will make general or something in no time.

rolled 3 = 3

Tell them to GTFO.
Faggots.

rolled 17 = 17

Tell our men to open fire while they're shocked.

bump

I require some semblance of a group agreement before the adventure can continue!

rolled 10 = 10

>>8903208
KILL THE FAGGOTS!

>>8903208
This.

>>8903250
>>8903208
27 / 2 = 13.5, I'll round up to 14. A mild success!

You order your men to take advantage of this brief window of opportunity, and they do as told! Four of the ten Zeldessi go down screaming, but the other six take cover. Luckily, Jennings and the rest of the crew are now unguarded. Unfortunately, they are also in the crossfire!

Your men are all taking cover behind large bits of metal from your earlier crash. You stand, half-undressed, in the center of the fray. Lazer bolts whiz all around you.

Bump for ADVENTURE!

>>8903320
I was away an now I came back. Can you quickly refresh me how we got into this scrape? And undressed.

>>8903600

You were headed back to the Ironhearte to find your crew being held hostage at gunpoint. Being the studly hero you are, you challenged the Zeldessi sergeant to one-on-one combat. You removed the upper half of your suit and proceeded to beat the ever-loving snot out of the alien. Now your men have opened fire on the aliens.

rolled 18 = 18

Take Jennings, who has obviously swooned, to safety in my arms. It's what Kirk would have done.

>>8903648
Second.

>>8903648
If this receives a seconding, manly seduction shall be the order of the day, hero!

rolled 6 = 6

>>8903613
Send the rest of my men on ahead to retake the Ironhearte. I and three of my surviving redshirts (if I have any) will hold the line. Get the ship in the air and get us out of hear! If I remember right we have a couple crappy guns, but I'm sure they're bigger than our phasers, yes?

Rolling for victorious battling.

>>8903663
Thirded.

>>8903659
>>8903648

Not even bothering to put your shirt back on, you charge over to Jennings and take her in your (bulging) arms. She rests her head against your copious chest-hair, and eyes you with reverence (and maybe a little lust).

"Everyone! Follow me!" You shout, scooping Jennings up in your arms. You and the other six members of your bridge crew jog back to cover, and on the way you stop to roundhouse kick a Zeldessi standing in your way. The beast is knocked to the side, falls over a railing and out the broken window, and drops like lead to the ground below.

The battle rages on, but one of your marines manages to blast another alien, bisecting it.

Only four aliens remain!

>>8903663

Fourthed. We must show that we're not just a fighter, but a lover too. And a damned handsome one.

rolled 11 = 11

Due to SF conventions, they are standing near something explosive. Shoot that.

rolled 5 = 5

>>8903742
I like it.
Do this.

rolled 19 = 19

>>8903749
>>8903742
Fuck this.
Shoot them all in one go.

rolled 6 = 6

>>8903759
The gods have spoken.
This.

rolled 12 = 12

>>8903759
This!
THIRDED BITCHES.

>>8903749
>>8903742
Ooh, a bit low on the perception roll

Unfortunately, you find nothing explosive to shoot, save for your ship's engines. Lazers continue to fill the air, but neither side has taken further casualties.

Suddenly, you feel a hand on your back.

"Cap! You came for me!" It's Carter. He has been roused and is ready for action. He holds an electro-scimitar in his left hand. The one he used to do battle with the Chieftain as you stormed through the city.

rolled 3 = 3

>>8903787
Send him to charge them.

rolled 7, 10 = 17

>>8903797
Fuck that.
Tell him to help us find something explosive.
Rolling for both of us.

>>8903776
>>8903766
>>8903759
Oh my!

"Good to see you, Carter," you say with authority, "but I have some business to take care of!"

Equalizer in hand, you step out from cover and place on foot on a piece of debris to brace yourself. Luckily, the Zeldessi are standing so closely together that one mighty shot melts all four!

Some of your chesthairs tingle and singe, but it just adds to the effect. The way is now clear!

rolled 10 = 10

>>8903797
Do this. But accompany him.

rolled 13 = 13

>>8903824
Time to crown ourselves king.

rolled 5 = 5

>>8903824
CHARGE!

rolled 4 = 4

>>8903836
THIS THIS AND THIS.

rolled 14 = 14

Roll for anal circumference.

>>8903836

Sinclair, your tech expert, manages to splice your radio communicator with the intercom that spans the city.

You will be moderately successful at taking over, but what do you say, exactly?

So can we leave and GO ON TO ADVENTURE!?

>>8903870
I, Captain Dent, have killed your leader!
By right of combat and my awesome pecs, I will now take his place!

>>8903884

In theory, you can. Sinclair says that he will need ten minutes to get the Ironhearte back up and running. The crash took a lot out of her.

>>8903911
Direct AND manly.
Hell yeah.

>>8903911

Your rousing speech and undeniable logic thunder throughout the city. It's almost bizarre hearing your echo throughout the alien metropolis. Down below, you hear cries of dissent mixed with agreement.

"He killed Grabosh! He must be a great warrior!"
"Better Dent than dead!"
"He does have nice pecs..."
"This is a load of Snorfox dung!"
"Just do what he says!"

You hear the overwhelming majority cry out your name in support. DENT! Is on the lips of 80% of the Zeldessi population in the city.

Good job, Cap. You got yourself a city of aliens.

>>8903954
Give Jennings some hot dickings.
I don't need to roll, I saved her ass.

>>8903982
Is this what Dent will do next, /tg/?

>>8903982

I second this!

>>8903992
Sure, why not?

>>8904007
>>8903982

"Sinclair, get this ship ready to go," you bark your orders to the techie, "But uh... take your time. The lovely miss Jennings and I have to report to my quarters for... de-briefing."

"Oh Dent, you man!" Jennings swoons as she falls into your arms, embracing you.

The two of you retire to the Captain's Cabin and make sweet, sweet lovin' for about an hour and a half. The Ironhearte is now prepared for takeoff from Galabarr V.

rolled 20 = 20

>>8904041
As I leave, tell them to worship me.

rolled 18 = 18

>>8904068
I mean the aliens, that is.

rolled 19 = 19

>>8904068
Can't argue with a roll like that.
This.

Shall it be so?

>>8904089
>>8904082
>>8904068
HOLY SHIT.
THE GODS HAVE FUCKING SPOKEN.

OP, this is the will of the dice gods.
Do it.

>>8904068
>>8904082
>>8904089
Critical Success!

As you take off from this backwater, you give a final message to the Zeldessi:
"May you always remember this day as the day you had the honor of being in the presence of Captain Dent! Worship me as a god, you scurrilous beasts!"

The aliens cheer, happy to be rid of your manliness. They erect statues with wildly exaggerated genitalia, and this day goes down in their history as Dent Day, a planet-wide holiday. You are revered as a god, and become the Christ of the Zeldessi. Wars will be waged in your name for generations to come! Good show!

You are now in orbit around Galabarr V. Where to, brave hero?

>>8904150
Where ever there is HIGH ADVENTURE and GREEN WOMEN to HAVE SEX WITH!

>>8904150

As an added bonus, your original mission (making good relations with the natives) has been achieved and then some! The Zeldessi have agreed without conditions to become a protectorate of the Coalition of United Humans, and all of the colonies of Earth!

>>8904166
This.
ONWARDS TO HIGH ADVENTURE!

>>8904166

Jennings is still recovering in your quarters after the royal screw you gave her, and so a new ensign, Powell (a token black, no less) brings up a radar display.

There are two planets close enough to fly to (you are low on fuel, and the Ironhearte is damaged), and a CUH resupply station a little farther off. You aren't sure you can make it to the resupply with how much fuel you have, but it's a sure-fire way to collect on your success and restock.

rolled 4 = 4

>>8904202
Alright.
Let's refuel.
We are pretty much awesome, so let's.

>>8904215
Any seconds?

rolled 12 = 12

Refuel.

>>8904221
>>8904215
Unfortunately low rolls, but fear not!

"Full speed ahead to the CUH refueling depot, Powell!" You beam with triumph in your eyes.

However, your tanks run dry a good margin away from the station. You are now drifting, and the station is on your radar. You are within distress call distance. Shall you call?

rolled 5 = 5

>>8904261
Of course.

>>8904268

You send out your distress call, and after about two hours of waiting, a CUH frigate comes by to tow you back to the station.

Aboard the CUH Unshakable, you are given a hero's welcome. Commander Deckard comes out of his office to greet you personally:

"I dunno how ya did it, Dent, but DAMNIT you got results! Feel free to poke about the station. It'll take a day to fix up and refuel." He smiles before walking off.

You can now engage in whatever free activities you want, including bartering in the shops, getting equipment, and getting those weird yellow crystals checked out.

>>8904327

Also, for those who missed the first RSFQ episode, your ship only has some meager lazers. Had the "mysterious ship" you encountered in the beginning been a ship of war, your goose would've been cooked.

Shall the Ironhearte become a warship? Or stay nimble?

Quick bathroom break, /tg/. Have some John Carter of Mars in the mean time.

Back with a bump!

Oh my gods, I see my older thread has been archived on suptg!

Thank you very much to whoever was responsible.

>>8904357
No, we area peaceful ship, the point defense systems will be enough. But we do need to expand our martini bar. And, last, I want a hot-rod space fighter to take the fight to the enemies of the Ironhearte.

>>8904501

You head to the armory and ask the customs officer for a "hotrod fighter" and a "bitchin' mini bar" for the Ironhearte.

The obese man scratches the stubble on his neck and says that the fighter will run you up 1000 CUH-standard credits, the minibar is "on the house"

Will you roll for mercantilism?

rolled 14 = 14

>>8904534
Rolling to shake all the change out of the Ironhearte's couch.

Awaiting consensus.

>>8904357

Nimble is for wussies. Lets get a BIG fuckin gun.

First to get seconded (paradoxical!) is the decision.

rolled 13 = 13

Rolling for credits

I say we get more armaments for the ship, but if nobody else agrees, whatevs.

rolled 11 = 11

>>8904662
We could get torpedoes, I don't think the Ironhearte needs main guns to take on dreadnoughts. That's just silly and will get us killed. But we should also get a spoiler on the back of the ship. Rolling for space bucks.

>>8904662
Credits and Guns it is!

You search the ship up and down, even threatening a few crew members for some cash. Jennings chips in handsomely, as does the rest of the bridge crew. Altogether you manage to scrounge up enough for new armaments and your sweet fighter.

You can choose two of these for the ship:
1. Forward-mounted Tesla-Torpedo bay
2. Broadside Plasma cannons
3. Heavy Repeaters on the front
4. Enhanced shielding
5. Sonic disruptor (jams logistics and drops shields)
6. Prototype "Grand Cannon"

Your fighter is red and damn spiffy, with chrome trim and twin-linked lazers. Do you want flame decals for free?

rolled 18 = 18

>>8904727

Grand Cannon and Tesla Torpedoes. Because fuck defensive tactics.

As for the fighter, no flame decals, lets put schwinn-style lines and white walls on it.

>>8904727
Tesla Torpedo's & Disruptors. And of course I want the flame decals! Also, is the fighter big enough to take out the lovely Miss Jennings for a swing through ice rings of Palax?

>>8904790
>>8904797

Two votes torpedoes, one vote disruptor, one vote grand cannon, one vote decals.

>>8904790
Can we split the difference, Schwinn-lines and Disruptors?

>>8904722
Seconding spaceship spoiler. We need RAMMING SPEED!

>>8904829

You get a large, gaudy chrome spoiler to go over the Ironhearte's engines. It looks rather glorious and sexy.

Still up in the air on what to do for gear?

what is the grand cannon, anyway? MAC-style railgun? Energy? Plasma? Directed light/laser?

>>8904861

According to the guy from the armory, it's a massive cannon that will be loaded into the hull of the Ironhearte. It fires armor piercing, high-impact magnetic slugs, and "something else." The customs officer refuses to speak further on the matter.

The grand cannon is slow to fire, but one hit from this bitch will wreck anything less than a Class 5 Ship.

>>8904895
You've swayed me. Lets get that puppy on our ship!

>>8904993

Two votes Cannon, two votes torpedoes, one vote disruptor, two votes white-wall and schwinn-lines.

I'm happy as long as we've got a hotrod fighter for our personal use. Can we take it through its paces, and skim over its specs?

As for the other weapons, i vote the tesla torps or the repeaters. We have no reason as of yet to expect to be in multi-ship battles where broadside-firing is necessary. Let's pack all our firepower on the front so we can focus fire on one target.

Also, I prefer torpedoes to repeaters. I like the idea of self-propelled weapons. Also, we can probably jury-rig them with different payloads, and use the tubes to launch different things in the future if need be. Repeaters are just boring-ass machine guns.

Shall it be so? Torpedoes and Cannon coupled with sweet schwinn-lines for the fighter?

Also, care to rename the Ironhearte or do any other cosmetic changes?

>>8905068

The fighter is zippy as all get-out and has twin-linked lazers which can be swapped out for a single, more powerful beam.

You can feel free to ride it around outside the CUH Unshakable.

>>8905080
Keep the name, we're not going to rename the poor thing. But Captain Dent's quarters need shag carpets. Orange shag carpets.

>>8905080

Let's rename it the Ticonderoga

>>8905127

Oh how debonair.
Shag rug is free, if it receives support.

>>8905127

This works too. Let's just get out into space! Virgin worlds await! Hopefully in the most literal sense of the term, being worlds full of virgins!

If I do not receive any response otherwise, Cannons, Torpedoes, and sweet-ass Schwinn-Lines for your (three-seater) fighter jet are in order!

>>8905189
see
>>8905199

Cannon and Torps it is!

But you still have a day of recuperation ahead of you, hot shot. Local scuttlebutt is that some rogues hang around the mid-deck bars. Maybe some recruits for whatever daring adventures lay ahead?

You can also retire to your pre-paid suite, or get dem crystals checked out.

Warning, adventurers! RSFQ Ep. 2 will be ending soon!

Until then, bump.

Also, I see that this thread has been archived. A great many thanks to the person responsible, and sincere thanks to all who have been participating!

You make an upstart Questfag proud!

Well then, in that case I'll take a little stroll down to Three Bajorians and a Ferengi, or one of the other mid-deck bars of ill repute. Mayhaps I'll find a stout-hearted ruffian who only needs a good role model to follow! Regardless, I could always polish up my skill at fisticuffs.

>>8905391
Sorry, thought we'd already retired for the night Let's just spend some time in the bar, let the crew have some time off.

>>8905473

The brave Captain Dent venturing into a hive of villainy and ne'er-do-wells? Maybe!

>>8905480
>>8905473

You stroll down to one of the bars in the mid-decks, making sure to bring Major Dobson (your marine veteran) and Corporal Carter. You bring concealed phazers with you, in case things go awry.

Here's a good one: "The Fornicating Fizznard."

You see a number of seedy-looking gentlemen filling the bar. The cloying stench of tobacco, urine, and Crawtian Space-ale fill the air.

What do?

rolled 9 = 9

Rolling social subterfuge. I order a drink in the back table of the smokiest rooms, and cast an observant eye over my fellow patrons....probing beneath the grizzled exteriors for a brave and meritous soul.

>>8905541
Well, thats no good. Can I take 10? In the meantime, order another round of drinks.

>>8905541

You see a number of men eying you warily. Three in particular catch your eye:

1. A man wearing a duster and wide-brimmed hat, boots up on the table in the corner. He has an eye patch and a scar beneath it.

2. A monstrous gentleman with dark skin sitting at the bar with two pints of bright-green liquid in his hands. He has a large Ion-Carbine slung over his shoulders, and two range-enhancing goggles rest on the bridge of his nose.

3. A man in an older model suit much like your own. He has a dome helmet and various bits of scrap have been welded onto his suit as makeshift armor.

>>8905622

Dome-helm also has a jetpack, and a heavy-duty mortar-gun lays on the table in front of him.

I attempt the Beeblebrox Gambit.

>>8905694

A roll of the good old d20 and some support and it will be done!

rolled 3 = 3

>>8905718
Let's.

rolled 12 = 12

We did get the flames, right?
Also, rolling.

>>8905760
Oh my.

You slug another drink. Dobson looks at you with surprise:
"What are you doing, sir?"

You become rather intoxicated, and your vision begins to blur.

>>8905767

Oh, you are too late, my friend. We agreed upon Schwinn-Lines for our fighter.

Shall you make conversation with the local talent? Or pass out?

rolled 6 = 6

>>8905824
CONVERSATION!

>>8905799

Attempt to explain the Beeblebrox Gambit to Dobson. Mention the Theory of Special Relativity. Throw in some Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle for good measure. Mostly order Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster, drool on self.

>>8905862
Alright. If this is seconded we'll get to the conversation and end this for tonight. Who do you wish to speak with?

Consult >>8905622 for options

>>8905872
Raise voice to address everybody in room. Continue with lesson.

>>8905881
They all seem very cool. Which one takes notice?

rolled 1 = 1

Conversation.

>>8905919
>>8905862

But with whom, dear players.

rolled 18 = 18

>>8905862
>>8905919
Lol we passed out.

>>8905926

Ahh. I am terribly sorry, noble spacefarers of /tg/, but it's time for me to go to bed.

I am busy tomorrow, but Friday, maybe around six o' clock Eastern Standard Time, I will begin Episode 3 of:

RETRO SCI-FI QUEST.

Thanks to all who played. Have a good night.

If anybody's still watching this thread, some postgame discussion? Who do you want to approach next session? The gunslinger, the sharpshooter, or the grizzled old jetpack guy?