Rolled 5, 6 = 11

>>23239395

Rolled 11, 17 = 28

>>23239395
Pretty quiet right now

>Gives me time to play DoW2

Choose between these two:

>High Gravity World: Increased Strength
>Zero Gravity Environment: Increased Agility

>>23240038
Let's go with the latter, increased agility.

>>23240038
I'll go with High Grav.

>>23240048
>>23240051

>Joy.

>>23240051
I'll rescind my high grav vote in favour of moving this along.

>>23240114
>Thank you

“What else have we got? Psionic Markers on chromosomes 3, 5, and 23. Markers for retrovirus implantation indicate that the subject was only entering adolescence when they were augmented. Unusual…”

You know why you were augmented then. You had used your abilities for the first time and the government had been all too eager to get their hands on you. You can remember that day very well.

>Roll 2d10 Again please.

Rolled 8, 7 = 15

>>23240222

Rolled 9, 14 = 23

>>23240222
Rolln

>>23240222

Choose please:

>The School Yard Fight
>The Mugging

Rolled 3, 8 = 11

>>23240222

>>23240342
The Yard Fight!

>>23240342
School Yard Fight

>>23240038Fuck none. We are Earthborn.

>>23240342
Mugging. We being the mugger.

We mugged a entire school bus full of catholic school girls out of their uniforms. Fetched quite a hight price on the Japanese black market on genuine used school uniforms..

>>23240401
this be true pariah option.

>>23240380
We were not given that option.

>>23240401
This would be a highly disturbing and very rather unstable precedent...

But it would make us more likely to break out and somehow get out of their hold by our intimate knowledge of the underworld tropes, once the hunt starts after the breakout.

>>23240401
>Haha, no. 'sides, you were in the Marines, not a Penal Squad.

You were the new kid in the hab. This wasn't all that surprising considering your parents' jobs had you moving around a lot. This time you were on Apophis IV, a hollowed out asteroid city that orbited Earth.

It was recess. You were eleven cycles old. And a bully by the name of Ricky Huxley had just punched you in the face. You were looking at the ceiling, wondering why there were stars circling your head when it was a bright sunny day being simulated.

You picked yourself up, rubbing your sore cheek. It was definitely going to bruise, you had thought.

"You gonna fight, spacer?" Ricky had jeered. "I'm waiting."

He was a burly kid, probably born planetside. He stood in a boxer's stance, two fists up, shifting from foot to foot. Around you, more kids were gathering to watch the fight.

>What did you do?
>Roll for success (1d100, highest of first three)

Rolled 2

>>23240513
We sparta-kicked him in his stupid face.

Rolled 16

>>23240513
Kick to the face

Rolled 8

>>23240513
Fake him out, and come back on him.

Rolled 54

>>23240513
We made him punch himself repeatedly.

>>23240554
>>23240561
>>23240575
Jesus christ.

>>23240585
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jgNvzc-ZdME

>>23240607
/mu/ please

>>23240554
>>23240561
>>23240575
>tg dice
At least it explains why we have no flesh remaining. The bully punched it off.

>>23240629
The dice did not deemed us worthy of kicking ass, we shall accept our fate and submit to their power.

Rolled 34

>>23240651
A MAN CHOOSES
A SLAVE OBEYS

>>23240665
YOU CANNOT DEFY THE WILL OF THE DICE GODS.

>BTW, I suggest you guys read the previous thread. You were a Lieutenant in the Marines and had an encounter with Xenomorph-esque creatures.

You feinted with a left jab and then came around with a kick aimed at his face. He easily knocked the leg away with his left hand and slammed his right into your stomach, knocking you to the ground. His left foot lashed out and caught you in the side. You swore you heard and felt a rib or two crack. His other foot caught you in the mouth, knocking a few teeth loose and dazing you again.

You felt a pressure on your chest and looked up to see Ricky sitting there, fists raised to beat the ever-loving shit out of you.

You suddenly feel something in the back of your mind, a pulsing sensation that was reaching a crescendo.

>Roll for Psychic Phenomena (1d100)
>Suggestions may be taken.

Rolled 37

>>23240710
psy-lightning

Rolled 48

>>23240710
Maybe we Psy pushed him through a solid steel wall?

Rolled 71

>>23240710
I was gonna say TK, but Not!Forcelightning sounds way more badass.

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>>23240740
OH SHIT SOMEONE ROLLED SOMETHING.

>>23240740
Awwwww yeah, psy-lightning! A fitting name for our enlightening.
Pun intended

The pulse reached its peak, and suddenly Ricky was being fried by lightning emanating from your body. The screaming started shortly after that but you were way too tired to care. You passed out. After that, the men in black suits showed up at your home to take you to the "Ascension Program." Apparently they would teach you to control your psychic abilities and train your to use them more efficiently. Your mother had been saddened by your leaving but accepted it as necessary. Your father had protested but had been silenced by the threat of a lawsuit considering the fact you had actually crippled Ricky.

You had packed your stuff and left with the men that very day. That was the last time you ever saw your parents. You arrived at the Ascension program, received your combat boosters, and began training.

>You can add suggestions for your parents jobs and appearances and such if you want. Otherwise the default is that your mother was a Navigator on a mining vessel and your father was a Gunner on a UFN Cruiser. Yes, I rolled for those.

You are snapped out of your reverie by a high-pitched exclamation of shock and distaste.

"How disgusting! They honestly used a gene patch for something so minor. Why would they do that for...."

>Roll 2d10

Rolled 85

>>23240995
Parents jobs look okay to me.

Rolled 5, 4 = 9

>>23241027
Oops, wrong roll.

Rolled 4, 2 = 6

>>23240995

Rolled 2, 1 = 3

>>23240995

>>23241056
Aaaand we're broken. Jesus christ I can't into dice.

Rolled 3, 8 = 11

>>23240995

Your Choices:

>Note: These can be good OR bad.

>"a simple neurotoxin?" -Your extremities twitch at times for no discernible reason, further effects unknown.
>"a regenerative platitude?"- Your wounds regenerate at a faster rate than normal but you feel much more pain

>>23241240
>"a simple neurotoxin?" -Your extremities twitch at times for no discernible reason, further effects unknown.

OPEN THE MYSTERY BOX

>>23241240
How much more pain are we talking here for the latter?

>>23241240
Degenerative Neurotoxin.

>>23241240
Regenerative.

>>23241255
>>>"a simple neurotoxin? ok we got a poison dick?

>>23241262
A mosquito bite feels like somebody stabbed you with a needle. A bullet would be twice as painful. A normal headache would be like a migraine.

>>23241240
There's no glory in safe choices, neurotoxin it is!

>>23241297
>Maaaaybe

I'd rather take the neurotoxin. It does not look like it has many disadvantages. MUCH more pain sounds like something we don't want.

>>23241306
Yeah, this would be shit to have with psionics. We would not be able to focus for shit.

>>23241343
ill vote neuro, who needs motor control when we have psyonics!

>>23241343
>Implying they're gonna touch us in any shape or form.

>>23241240
Let's roll the dice, gentlemen. Let's play with neurotoxins!

>>23241432
Voting neurotoxin

>>23241451
>>23241458
>>23241464

That isn't the OP, idiots.

>>23241468
oh right..........
I am a fucking moron

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>>23241468
I didnt think it was the OP
I was agreeing with the guy
Fuck you

>>23241458
>>23241464
That was figurative dice, gentlemen, but your support is appreciated.

>>23241407
Then what would be the point of regenerative powers in the first place?

>>23241567
whellp after a hard hour of sexy time all of a sudden *regenerate* and it looks like mr happy is ready to rock that sweet alien pussy again.

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>>23241240
"a simple neurotoxin?"

You remember that mission, your first out of the Academy. You dropped into a hotzone with a full platoon of marines. Your objective? To kill or capture a single Yautja. Half of your squad was killed in the first ten minutes. The Pred ambushed them and ripped them a part with its bare hands before salvaging their weapons for its own use. Not to say that it didn't have any weapons of its own. A single grenade filled with the most deadly neurotoxin known to sentients. Somehow, you had survived but with strange side effects. You couldn't taste bitter things, smell certain scents, or tell the difference between dark red and black anymore. Your fingers twitched at times and on occasion, it felt like ants were crawling across your skin.

"Well then." You hear Fargos say. "I've set the tank to repair his torso. I'm going to do a little research then choose another species to base his structure on."

He moved away from your tank, leaving the console open, and walked to the door. Jorcos nodded then followed him

You were alone.

>What do you do? Roll (1d100 to interact with objects, seeing as you are pretty much an invisible astral projection)

>>23241657
Are you ten years old?

>>23241690
We go over and look at the console.

>>23241690
We should test out how far we can get away from our body. So, follow the Aliens.

Then, when they are in a lab....

> Rotate chair

Rolled 40

>>23241722
Do spooky poltergeist shit? I like it

Rolled 88

>>23241690
guide him towards Vulcan always wanted to be a space elf

>BTW, you can't actually sense the Sophons for some strange reason.

Rolled 6

>>23241712
Voting for checking the console

HOW ABOUT IF THEY JUST MAKE US A GOD DAMN HUMAN AGAIN.

WE AIN'T NO ALIEN FILTH!

Seeing as you have nothing better to do, you walk (float?) over to the still open console. There's a list of species on the screen, and to your relief, the keyboard is actually solid. You don't think you can interact with holograms.

You flick through the list noting the column listed as COMPATIBILITY and the percentage listed for each species.

You make a note of several

>KROGAN: 34%
>VULCAN: 97%
>CHISS: 85%
>DRELL: 79%
>TURIAN: 58%
>TWI'LEK: 96%

And several others.

>What do you do?

>>23241943
Erase them all and put HUMAN

>>23241958
Yes, that seems nice

>>23241943
Select Twi'Lek and set Gender to Female

>>23241973
Or even better, we replace them all with HUMAN and 100%

>>23241994
Yes!

Also type on the console, "I am self aware right now and can communicate with you via astral projection. I am focusing my mind outwards and using the solid console in order to send you this communication."

>>23241994
>>23241958
HUMAN 100%

Sub-routine: Big-dick.exe

>Roll 1d100 to see if you can interact with the the console.

>>23242034
Great_Hair.exe

Rolled 17

>>23242062

Rolled 22

>>23242062
1d100

I'm hoping for low. HFY is great and all, but that's not the theme we've seen thus far.

Rolled 53

>>23242062
Rollan for Twi'lek female

Rolled 34

>>23242062
Damn it, /tg/ dice.

Rolled 77

>>23242062
HUMANITY

>>23242062
Weren't we just interacting with the keyboard?

Rolled 23

>>23242062
>>VULCAN: 97%

Rolled 96

>>23242081
rerollan

>>23242094
Looking, not interacting, we astral fagt.

>>23242105
Re-rolling? What is this faggotry that you're talking about?

>>23242094
>As an astral projection, it's hard to interact with stuff. Rolls need to be made for all actions.

>>23242121
Doesnt he only do 1st 3 anyway?

>>23242135
He didn't stated anything, dunno.

>>23242081
>Rollan for Twi'lek female
What? We are rolling for the success of the agreement we reached while voting, not for individual decision.

>>23242181
This, we decided, we were just checking up if we succeeded.

You do NOT want to be an alien. Raising what you feel to be hands you make a move to erase all the other species and write down human.

However, it seems your "hands" don't really want to interact with all the keys and as a result, you only hit some of them.

One of them being INITIATE RECONSTRUCTION.

>OH SHIT! ROLL 1d100 to see what happens!

Rolled 1

>>23242199
Dice, we need this!

Rolled 58

>>23242199

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>>23242204

Rolled 34

>>23242204
We're ectoplasm right now...

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Rolled 6

>>23242199
NOOOOOOO

>>23242204
YBHFNIUKOEFBSNIKSMCMIOASNCIO
WHAT ARE YOU DOING

Rolled 8

>>23242204
oh god rolling to avert complete dissolution

>>23242204
and nothing of value was lost

Rolled 52

>>23242204
>>23242223
>>23242229
Holy shit, /tg/ dice at work today.

But this roll will not fail us.

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>>23242204
>>23242223
>>23242229

WE'RE DEAD. GAME OVER MAN, GAME OVER

OP, take the 1! Take the 1! I want to see what happens!

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>>23242257
FUCK YOU

>>23242204
>BWAHAHAHAHA

You have no idea how much this pleases me.

>>23242290
We're now a teenage mutant ninja turtle

Rolled 59

>>23242290
You're a faggot.

Rolling for you to go fuck yourself.

>>23242314
Relax, this might get fun

>>23242314
Anon, relax! Bad results can be fun too!

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>>23242343
Tell me that when we get down on the downs

>>23242350
OP wouldn't do something like that, because it would kill his quest. What is a down-syndrome suffering psyker supposed to do? Drool on himself and eat mashed potatoes, that's what. Neither of those make for an interesting quest.

>>23242374
He might make "sparkeysparkey" to have fun.

Suddenly, you feel VERY, VERY, afraid.

The console closes up. And the liquid inside the tank with your body appears to to be moving.

A large holo-display pops up flashing the words "WARNING: UNSTABLE CONFIGURATION." The door behind you hisses open and you hear the drumming of feet on the floor as the two Sophons run in.

"What in the name of Hersen is going on!?" Jorcos yells. "Fargos, stop this!"

Fargos rushes to the console and attempts to assess the situation.

"I don't know what happened but it looks like the computer is injecting several strands of genetic material from different species directly into the subject! This is bad, very bad!"

"How do we stop this?!"

"We can't! We can only hope..."

You feel something tugging on you and suddenly, you are yanked back into your body and into a maelstrom of pain and confusion. You mercifully black out...

>Roll 1d100, 1d10, 2d6, and 1d42

Rolled 53

>>23242492
I got the d100

Rolled 77

>>23242492

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Rolled 60 + 1

>>23242492
Welp.

Rolled 30

>>23242492
42, the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything.

Rolled 9

>>23242492
Heeeere we go!

Rolled 3

>>23242511
Alright, I got the d10 then.

Rolled 4, 2 = 6

>>23242492
Muahaha!

Rolled 2, 1 = 3

>>23242492

Rolled 76

>>23242492
Oh god, we are going to be a freak of nature.

Rolled 5, 4 = 9

>>23242492
Here goes nothing.

Rolled 31

>>23242492
Let's see what the Ultimate Answer die has for us!

Rolled 1

>>23242492
And finally...

Rolled 3

Boop

Rolled 9

d100's
>>23242511
>>23242517
>>23242524
d10's
>>23242535
>>23242538
d6's
>>23242544
>>23242547
>>23242556
d42's
>>23242570
>>23242572
>>23242597

>>23242618
Actually >>23242530 is also a d42.

Rolled 6, 1 = 7

>>23242618
looks like we missed one

Rolled 6

>>23242618
So we need one more 1d10, which I am happy to provide.

>>23242555
And this is a d100.

Rolled 1

>>23242640
Oh thank god, so our first two d42's are 31 and 30.

Rolled 2

>>23242651
Only counts the first three rolled, and the best of those.

>>23242679
On this particular roll, I believe he's taking the first /die/ rolled.

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>>23242664
>>23242679
>>23242572

Jesus fucking christ my luck. I am so sorry guys. Even though two of those don't count, you're stuck in this quest with me, haha.

>>23242517
Best of first three d100

>>23242535
Best of first three d10

>>23242556
Best of first three 2d6

>>23242570
Best of first three d42

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>Hmmm, you guys are lucky. Very lucky.

You regain consciousness very abruptly. One minute, you're floating in a sea of darkness, the next, you're staring at the curving white ceiling of a Sophon hospital. You raise your head, and yes, you do have a head, and look a round. The walls seem to continue the theme of blue and white that seems to be the purview of the Sophons. Several instruments hum softly around your bed and a door at the other end of the room appears to be locked.

You look down at your body and find yourself wearing a simple white hospital gown. Your feet stick out at the bottom. You blink. Your WHITE feet. Your ABSURDLY WHITE feet. So white as to be completely colorless.

Your raise your hands and examine them. While being completely white they also appear to be absolutely devoid of blemishes or marks of any kind. You recall several scars on your hands from psifeedback but they aren't there.

It's at this point you realize that there are no actual forms of illumination in the room. It's almost pitch black but you can see details just fine.

The door opens, and the light shining through blinds you for a moment stabbing bright sparks of pain through your eyes. Suddenly the light evens out, and your eyes no longer hurt. You blink, surprised at how fast you adjusted.

"So, how are you feeling?" a calm voice asks.

You look up at the helmeted face of Jorcos.

>What do you do?

>>23242940
Ask him how you were recovered and what you came out as.

>>23242940
What am I?

>>23242940
"Confused. Very confused."

>>23242940
Start screaming incoherently, and when they start to move to do something, break out into a laugh and tell them you feel fine. Then ask the questions.

>>23243043
This

>>23243043
this or
>>23243081
tea that would be funny

>>23243081
Changing my vote (>>23243082) from >>23243043 to >>23243081

Possibly >>23243043 afterwards.

>>23243043
This.

You scream. But instead of a high pitched sound like you expected you hear a strange growling noise as your throat vibrates. Jorcos simply looks puzzled as you start laughing, a sound resembling rocks grinding togehter

"I'm fine but confused. Very confused." You rasp. You pause, normally your voice would be rather clear, but now it sounds like you've been smoking for years. But considering

Jorcos nods. "That's to be expected, considering what you went through."

"How did you recover me?" You query.

"One of our probes detected a massive energy spike near an outpost that belongs to us. We sent a ship to investigate and found your body in the midst of a positronic lightning field. The field took half a year to subside and we only managed to recover you then."

You look down at your hands again. "What happened to me?"

Jorcos shifts on his feet. He looks almost uncomfortable. "While we were healing you, there was a bit of a malfunction in our medical bay. We ended up combining your DNA with several other species. The result is you."

>What do you do?

>>23243309
Ask for a mirror or some such, I want to see what kind of altered beast you are now.

>>23243309
"Gimme a fuckin' mirror, dome-head."

>>23243309
cool so.... what happens now?

>>23243309
"Give me the rundown, what am I mostly? I sound like a Krogan, but I'm far too pale and not armored at all.

>>23243309
"Jeez. Thats what i get for messing around in Astral Form. How bad is it?"

>>23243309
"I did that myself actually. Astral Projection and all that. I saw you talking with the other fellow in front of my tube. I didn't want to be hybridized with some Alien DNA, so I tried to make my intentions clear to you. GUESS I MESSED THAT ONE UP BUT GOOD."

>Uhh, could you guys vote on what you want to say?

>>23243466
Could you be less of a faggot?

>>23243466
Do >>23243331 followed by >>23243339.

>>23243331
>>23243336
Ask politely for mirror.

>>23243339
>>23243359
Ask how badly things went.

>>23243488
Go hang yourself.

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>>23243488

>>23243488
What the shit?
Dont be a dick to the storyteller you fuckwad

"Could I get a mirror or something?" You ask.

Jorcos nods and holds up his arm, pressing a few buttons. A screen appears before you, reflecting you features back.

>What was your appearance when you were a human?
>Don't worry, the rest of the conversation will continue as scheduled.

>>23243608
We had the single-most generic, forgettable face ever.

>>23243608
Really average, part of the crowd look. Somewhat attractive face. Fit, but not really muscular. Dark hair, brown eyes, five o'clock shadow.

>>23243656
I like it
also brown hair and eyes
6 foot tall

>>23243673
Slightly crooked nose

>>23243608
Broken nose from getting beat up in school, a few scars from the bio-feedback, militarily short cut brown hair. Muddy brownish-green eyes.

>>23243656
>>23243672
>>23243673
>>23243684
>>23243686
All of these work very well together.

>>23243701
Well, the broken nose doesn't -qute- mesh with generic. However, if we had otherwise generic features...

>>23243740
The broken/crooked nose is his only notable feature. Otherwise a generic military type.

>>23243721
Yes. This. This is exactly how I imagined him in the first thread.

>>23243721
Yeah I'll second this to speed it up a bit.

Rolled 48

>>23243608
I looked like guts.

You remember your old face. Slightly tanned, well formed, slightly attractive, slightly crooked nose from that fight as a kid, brown hair, brown, eyes and a few scars from your tours with the Marines. It wasn't anything special.

But your current face makes that face look absolutely forgettable. You are pale. Pale as snow. Even your hair, which has grown out a bit, is completely white.

Your irises are a bright almost glowing blue and slitted to boot. Your face retains the same basic structure except perhaps perhaps a bit more gaunt about the cheeks. You open your mouth to find elongated canines and sharper molars. Your tongue appears to have not changed.

You look up at Jorcos and croak out, "Give me the rundown, what am I? I sound like a Krogan, but I'm far too pale and not armored at all."

Jorcos shifts on his feet again. You're beginning to associate the gesture with discomfort.
"It would appear that several different species contributed to your current make-up. Your vocal cords are very similar in structure to those of the Sangheili and your coloring is actually what we Sophons have, except for the fact we are hairless. Your digestive system is similar to that of a Trandoshan, except not limited to their diet. Krogan do appear to have contributed to your genes though, specifically in the areas concerning your nervous system. To be specific, you have two. We picked up traces of Zabrak and Quarian as well. As a result, there are some unfortunate side effects."

He pauses before continuing. "You are no longer capable of breeding as your testes have stopped the production of sperm. We believe this is more a side effect of the Krogan Genophage than anything. Your immune system has also weakened significantly, but we supplanted that problem by installing a nanite factory in your chest. The nanites should keep your free of any infection and boost your recovery rate as well. There may be more problems but we aren't sure. We're sorry."

>Cntinued

>>23244169
>No testfactory
WHAT HAVE WE DONE?

>>23244206
WE SHALL NEVER SPRONG LIFE FORTH INTO THIS WORLD D:

New quest. cure the krogan genophate.

>>23244169
Well, we're enough of a mule at this point that the production of sperm would have been a token gesture anways. No way in hell would they have been viable.

>>23244169
>We're sorry."

>S'Kool bro, no worries. Thanks for the nanite boost and for pulling me back from death. Rather be alive and mutated horribly then still dead.

>>23244206
Well, there goes Space Bachelor Quest.

>>23244216
SOMEONE CALL MORDIN GODDAMIT

>>23244216
>>23244247

New Quest: Blow these guys off once we make our report and start on an epic space-quest to become fertile again.

>>23244238
That.

>>23244271
I LIKE IT!

You sigh for a moment before muttering "Jeez. That's what I get for messing around in Astral Form."

Jorcos turns his head to regard you again. The lights over his eyes dim and brighten quickly giving you the impression he's blinking. "Sorry, what was that?"

You grin sheepishly, "I did that myself actually. Astral Projection and all that. I saw you talking with the other fellow in front of my tube. I didn't want to be hybridized with some Alien DNA, so I tried to make my intentions clear to you."

Jorcos stares at you for a minute before he covers the front of his helmet with his hands and shakes his head.

"The irony of this situation is hilarious." You hear him mumble.

>What do you do now?

Actually, I'd assume we're sterile because we haphazardly slammed ten different genomes together. The Genophage causes stillbirths, not sterility.

Oh well, our new quest is to amp up our psipowers enough to induce pregnancy via MIND RAYS.

Rolled 67

>>23244352
FUCK THAT GUY FOR MOCKING US.

PSYCHIC BEAT DOWN ON HIS ROODY-POO CANDY ASS!

>>23244359
>Eh, potayto potahto.

>>23244352
"C'est la vie, but anyway. Can I get some sunglasses, or something? My eyes seem really sensitive to light."

>>23244380
So is this a yes on Space-Fertility Quest?

Rolled 64

>>23244352

Go to the space-gymnasium to fight something.

>>23244414
>You'll see my friend, you'll see.

>>23244414
The quest for a man to recover his royal jewells? Good enough.

>>23244434
gm railroading? No no, its guy dance.

>>23244352
I think we tend to look a bit vampy now...
"Well what now? Where do I go? I'd like to test myself physically and work through any other kinks with he new body and all.

>>23244475
>Actually, if you guys want to find a way to get your fertility back, I'm all for it. It's just that, you still have balls and all, you just can't have kids.

>>23244477
this.

>>23244519
>mfw we have rainbow colored penal emissions.

>>23244519
>you just can't have kids.
well show you! quickly to the fertility clinic! <batman noise>

Rolled 47

>>23244519
>You guys
>Not two or less faggots suggesting shit ideas

An entire universe to explore and they suggest that garbage.

>>23244573
I'm gonna slap you with my sweaty useless testicles you turd.

Rolled 73

>>23244573
It's an angle, at least. Calm down.

See if we still have our psychic abilities, or if our SUPER GENOME fucked *that* up for us, too.

>>23244573
don't get me wrong i want to get and fly capital ships too. but come on man we need dem gooey swimmers.

That said...how is our lifespan effected by these mutations???

>captcha: get escaliti
>what was that captcha? really fucking long lifespan?

Rolled 44

>>23244595

Whoah! Sorry bro, I didn't realise you're trained in 1000 different martial arts and is part of every special forces in america. I don't want you to send me viruses with your secret CIA-issued computer. Please don't hop in your trillion-dollar spaceship and blow me up. You're a fucking retard

>>23244477

Seconding this.

>>23244693

Please get a thicker skin, you always explode into insults as soon as someone is even slightly rude to you. I personally think this is an annoying habit that you should aim to get rid off.

>>23244477
I'm guessing the thread ended?...

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"C'est la vie." You say. "But anyway, can I get some sunglasses, or something? My eyes seem really sensitive to light."

Jorcos nods, pushes a few buttons on his arms and suddenly a pair of aviators form in his hands. He hands them to you and you put them on, sighing in relief as the pain in your eyes completely recedes.

"Well what now?" You ask. "Where do I go? I'd like to test myself physically and work through any other kinks with the new body and all."

Jorcos raises a hand, "We'll definitely get to that, but I'm afraid that we'll have to postpone it for the moment. Our Board of Directors wishes to speak with you concerning the circumstances we found you under. Namely, the fact that you were in the middle of a Psionic storm surrounded by a dead Icorani Hive."

You hold up your hand. "Two things. How have my psionic abilities been affected by this change and How will this affect my lifespan?"

Jorcos brings up another holoscreen on his wrist comouter. "Your psionics appear to be unaffected by your new genome, judging from our scans of your Prefrontal cortex. As for your life span, well, who can say? The nanite supplements should keep you free from disease but the rest is completely unknown. Will you see the Board now?"

>What do you do?
>Sorry about that, my hands froze.

>>23244792
"Sure, but there isn't that much i can tell you. The Queen tried to assimilate me into the Hive, i resisted and fought back. Then psychic shit happened. As i am still alive, i assume i won."

>>23244792
Agree to see the board.
we really don't have much choice at the moment seeing as we are on an alien vessel and have no possessions.

>>23244780
op is careful with his wordchoices and takes a few minutes extra to whip up quality content/

>>23244792

>>Sorry about that, my hands froze
QUICKLY WE MUST GET THIS MAN SOME HOTHANDS! and possibly a blanket.

>>23244792
"I suppose I have no choice in the matter. Thank you though, lead the way."

>>23244792
>Fuck yeah, aviators.

Rolled 3

>>23244792

Don't see the board, explore the ship first.

>>23244872
this. but with a twist

I suppose it's the least i can do seeing as you put me back together. Thank you, lead the way.

>>23244883
we can explore fully after we secure our freedom/learn what terrible price we have to pay for our reanimation. also explore on the way!

>>23244872
This is good.

>>23244833
Lets wait for when we are talking to the board to discuss what exactly happened.

>This ain't quality content by a long shot. But thanks anyways.
>Fucking Captcha

"I suppose I have no choice in the matter. Thank you though, lead the way." You rasp.

Jorcos raises his hands in a forestalling gesture, "Please Mr. Arvus. We may be rather cold when dealing with other races but we are not unreasonable. If you do not want to see the Board then you do not have to. Of course, then we would require you to pay for the medical services we rendered. Let me assure you, it was not cheap."

You nod and get up and out of the bed you place your feet on the floor, grimacing slightly as the cold pervades your legs. Standing up, you realize you aren't unsteady in the slightest despite the fact that these legs are not your original ones.

"Would you like a change of coverings?" Jorcos asks. "We can synthesize whatever you need.

>What do you do?

>>23245140
fur lined aviator jacket and jeans.

Rolled 85

>>23245140

Get menacing battle armour.

>>23245140
"Synth me up some whiskey, my shiny-headed friend."

>>23245140
Something comfortable. Pajamas or some shit. We just got an entirely new body after all.

>>23245171
obligatory leather bomber jacket

>>23245171
This or maybe a uniform from our respective military branch. Even though they may think we're dead doesn't mean we're out of the 'core.

>>23245171
So much times this.

>>23245213
>>23245213
>doesn't mean we're out of the 'core.

I'd imagine "becoming an alien hybrid" is grounds for being dishonourably discharged.

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You quickly outline the basics of your outfit and Jorcos inputs the commands into his wrist computer. There's a flash of light and suddenly, he's holding a black, fur-lined, bomber jacket and a pair of jeans. You frown for a second, realizing something then make another request. A flash of light, and he's holding a Federation Marine Corps t-shirt. Grinning you dress yourself and look at youself in the body-sized mirror Jorcos is projecting from his wrist. In a word, you look pretty badass.

Another thought pops into your head, "Synth me up some whiskey, my shiny-headed friend."

Jorcos tilts his head, "What exactly is whiskey?"

After taking a minute or two to explain exactly what whiskey is, you manage to persuade him to synthesize some. Another flash of light, and you're tossing back a shot of liquid gold.

Feeling the liquid burn your throat as it goes down, you turn to Jorcos, ready to meet the Board.

>Stopping for now, may pick it up again in a few hours.

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>>23245313
It was more metaphorical with the type of mentality Marines and ex-marines carry, that once a marine always a marine. If we're interpreting this literally, then we can say that at this present state, they'd probably re-evaluate him to see if he's fit for active service/not compromised. And even that's a stretch, but hey. The military may have uses for a human-alien hybrid as an infiltrator or an envoy.

>>23245456
Oh shit, can our Alien biology handle Alcohol?

Also, thanks for running it. I've had a great time so far.

>I'll answer questions and stuff for a bit. Just a little tired. Also, cold.
>I'll pick back up in a little while.

>>23245456
Thankyou sir jus please archive

>>23245527
I feel for you cold being. Wish I could send you an electric blanket

>>23245535
>Speaking of which, description suggestions?

>>23245564
A bunch of egg-headed fucks turn us into a disgusting non-human abberation?

>>23245603
>Eh, It was kinda your fault more than anything.

>>23245630
In which we, accidentally turn ourselves into the hybrid to end all hybrids.

>>23245564
We make our characters body but we fucked up a bit and were a light sensitive sterile alien hybrid now with unknown lightning powers of awesome. Now were indebetied to some medical aliens that want to know how we managed to die in the first place in exchsne for reanimating us. Possibly more.

>>23245603
What? we have white skin, blue eyes, and white hair. Besides that we have pretty much have a human body. (not counting our innards but we can't see those so who ares)

>Archived
>Vote it up would ya?
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Pariah%20Quest

>I think that's it for today. I'm tired. See you guys next week.