>>27458828
So wait, we recovered Kai and his Black GX, but what about the ship that he was on?
We could have pick up deep sea salvage equipment and upgrade the Freeden with it so that we could recover the ship before Orcs could get it.

"Alright..." you say, looking over the clipboard given to you by Shingo. "Here are the three Daughtresses, as good as new; just like you requested."

"Sorry about making you do this so early in the morning..." replies the bear of a man handing you the money.

"Don't be; it's all a part of the job." you reply, nodding. "You two; think you could finish the mounting please?"

The two engineers, whose names escape you... Rocky and Rind... or something like that... You hesitated to call them that, as you were sure that weren't either of their names.

"Alright... sign here, please." you say to the man, who obliges.

As he's scribbling down his signature, your eyes are drawn to the sunrise; the ocean and the city before it awash in beautiful shades of oranges and reds.

"Quite the sight, isn't it?" asks the man, holding out the clipboard, having finished signing.

"Yeah... Belgrass has really grown in the past few years, hasn't it?" you ask, smiling,

"Yeah... Humanity sure is somethin' else, isn't it?" he says, grinning. "the quality of life has certainly improved as well; there's even been rumors of settlements springing up across the Pacific Ocean."

"You don't say?"

"Yeah..." he says, continuing. "If there's any truth to those rumors, then a lot more competition in the import business might be popping up..."

"Probably..." you muse, scratching your chin. "But maybe if there's... I dunno, some kind of organization to help regulate international trading... like a merchant guild, but larger, it might help keep business flowing in."

"I don't quite follow what you mean, but that sure seems like a nice idea."

"Don't mind me," you say offhandedly. "Just thinking out loud, I guess. You have a nice day, alright? Next time you need repairs, look us up, alright?"

"Will do!" he replies, hopping into a buggy as three militia pilots head off in their repaired Daughtresses.

With that out of the way, what now?
>Head to the mess hall; time to eat!
>Check in on Kai.
>Write in

>>27459153
yea we should go back for it... also tell the caption about the new type dolphins to get us there, because I bet he would flip his shit hearing about them.

>>27459176
> Head to the mess hall; time to eat!
Let's see if anyone has heard or bought something interesting.

>>27459153
I'm not sure if we moved on from there.
If we're at the same location, we should organize a salvaging operation.

>>27459176
>Write in
Find Jamil, tell him about the Newtype Dolphin and that we should salvage Kai's ship before Orcs get it.

>>27459216
You're back at Belgrass, and the Freeden is currently still on land.

>>27459153
>>27459191
The Trieste-class vessel that the black GX was found on didn't have anything of interest besides the Gundam itself; all it is now is a bunch of waterlogged scrap metal.

>>27459176
>Head to the mess hall; time to eat!

>>27459307
>all it is now is a bunch of waterlogged scrap metal.
But what about the reactor, main computer, and parts?
Even then, it's still processed alloys, not just scrap metal you can get anywhere.
You're sure that it couldn't net us a profit?

>>27459339
The only part of the ship that wasn't severely damaged was the cargo hold that held the GX, and even then, it was running on emergency power; the main generator's toast, the computer's underwater, but the parts could be repaired, assuming that the parts to repair them are available. While Gundams are indeed a rarity in terms of mobile suits, parts for vessels from the 7th Space War and earlier are hard to come by, hence the advent of land battleships tailor-made by Vultures, such as the Alps-class.

>Also, writing...

>>27459339
Yeah, we could get us some decent cash if we salvaged all that metal, if we're unable to get the reactor, guns or whatever.
Maybe we could get those guys that we sold the Daughtresses to work on that, if we're unable to do it ourselves. Recycling materials would be a nifty business in the post-apocalyptic world, and we could start one.

You decide to head to the mess hall to eat some much-needed breakfast, when you're treated to an unusual sight; Witz and Roybea, the only other Mobile Suit Pilots under the Freeden's employ, eating in the mess hall, with the rest of the crew, no less!

You walk over to greet them, tray in hand.

"Yo; didn't expect to see you guys here." you say, approaching the duo, who are oddly quiet.

"Is everything alright?" you ask, looking at the both of them. Considering Witz hasn't told you to shut up, and Roybea is sipping away at his coffee, something must be wrong, if they were this quiet.

>Try and talk to them; maybe they could use a sympathetic ear?
>Shrug and find someplace else to eat; it's not your place to pry.
>Write in

>>27459626
>Try and talk to them; maybe they could use a sympathetic ear?

Lets try and earn some bro points with someone that isn't a former GX pilot, shall we?

>>27459626
>Shrug and find someplace else to eat; it's not your place to pry.
We'll always give out a helping hand to friends (and give them the Friend of the Sand Shark Discount), but we also respect peoples' privacy.

Rolled 18

>>27459626
>Shrug and find someplace else to eat; it's not your place to pry.

>>27459676
Seconding.

>Writing...

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Since neither of them are responding, you shrug, and look for somewhere else to eat. No use talking to someone that doesn't feel like talking, after all. But still...

"Look... I dunno what's wrong, but you guys know you can talk to me, right?"

You're met with a quiet "Shut up..." from Witz, plus a smile and a nod from Roybea, who waves you off.

You return the smile and look for somewhere else to sit and eat, eventually settling for a vacant spot near Techcs, whose only acknowledgement of your presence is a glance in your direction as he lowers the book he's reading ever so slightly and tells you good morning. You return the greeting before you sit down, eager to dive in to your breakfast of buttery, fluffy pancakes.

Personally, you would have preferred waffles, but for whatever reason, the kitchen's waffle iron was on the fritz, so you had to make due with these.

It's not too long into your breakfast before Garrod bursts back into the mess hall, looking like he'd seen a ghost.

"Doc!" he gasps, running towards the table you and Techcs were seated at. "It's Tiffa! She's collapsed!"

With that, Techs sets down his book and coffee, and any notion you had of finishing your flapjacks is replaced with concern for the young Newtype girl.

Thankfully, it was nothing too serious; she'd collapsed due to fatigue, however, and there was also the matter of another drawing of Tiffa's...

It wasn't immediately recognizable like her rendition of Fort Severn, but the quality of the drawing was almost photo-like. Wherever it was, it had to exist; it was the Freeden's next destination, after all.

You mobilize along with Garrod, Witz and Roybea, searching along the coastline for this dragon shaped rock.

>Roll me 1d20 to locate the landmark from Tiffa's picture. DC is 17.

Rolled 19

>>27460110
Rolling.

>>27460143
Well... guess that settles that, eh?

>Writing...

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>Result 19
>DC: 17
>Success!

It takes you a while, but eventually you find the dragon-shaped rock from the drawing, down to the last crack, no less! Garrod had the sense to search this area too, as he comes up on the rock's position, but is clearly surprised, and perhaps a little disappointed he wasn't the first one to locate the landmark.

After relaying the coordinated to the landmark, everyone is ordered to return to the Freeden while launch preparations are made.

You have a few hours before the Freeden leaves for the Dragon-shaped rock; what will you do?
>See if you can't help with waterproofing some of the Gundams; yours and Garrod's are the only viable options in the event of underwater combat.
>Head into town and buy yourself a swimsuit; you're going near the ocean, so why not?
>Call up one of your Sea Vulture contacts; it never hurts to know if there's been Orc activity in the area, after all.
>Write in

>>27460399
Whoops; excuse me, that should be "coordinates", not "coordinated".

>>27460399
>See if you can't help with waterproofing some of the Gundams; yours and Garrod's are the only viable options in the event of underwater combat.

>>27460399
>See if you can't help with waterproofing some of the Gundams; yours and Garrod's are the only viable options in the event of underwater combat.
followed by
>Call up one of your Sea Vulture contacts; it never hurts to know if there's been Orc activity in the area, after all.

MAXIMUM PREPAREDNESS.

>>27460399
[x]Write in
Have Garrod waterproof the Gundams while we call up our contacts

>>27460435
This. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst.

>>27460457
Does Garrod even know how to waterproof a Mobile Suit? I doubt he's even been to the ocean before today, either...

>>27460435
While we might not be Batman, we should definitely take advantage of the preptime we have. I'm in favor of this.

>>27460515
No time like the present to learn!
If he does a good job, he can take the night off so he can ask Tifa out on a date later.

>Writing...

You take this opportunity to call up some of your contacts in the hopes of learning if there's been any Orc activity in the area as of late. Outside of sightings of Doza Bale and his Sea King, nothing has really come up. After confirming that there wasn't anything else they could tell you, you head to the hangar, to see if you could help the Freeden's engineers waterproof the Airmaster and Leopard.

The GX, both Kai's standard model and your modified Hyper-Spec were both engineered with versatility in mind; while the Leopard was designed as a land combat MS, and the Airmaster as, of course, an aerial combat machine, it made sense that the GX would act as a middle ground, and be designed with all-terrain capabilities in mind. The same could be said of the Divider Gundam as well, considering it shares a large majority of parts with the GX.

Outside of waterproofing the Gundams, there was also the issue of the Leopard's current disadvantage; while the Airmaster could stay in the air and possibly avoid getting dragged underwater, and the GX, Hyper Spec, as well as the Divider could operate underwater, it could only remain in the hangar until a way to traverse the water without it sinking like a rock would have to be devised... You COULD try to modify the Divider's Sledge and see if you can't make it a MS-sized surfboard of sorts, but that all depended on if you had the right parts at your disposal...

What should you do?
>Help waterproof the Airmaster and Leopard. (Roll 1d20+5 to waterproof. DC is 22.)
>Find parts for the Sledge's overhaul. (Roll 1d20 to search the parts pile. DC is 18.)

Rolled 2

>>27460910
>Find parts for the Sledge's overhaul.
WE GUNDAM MAXTER NOW.

Rolled 9

>>27460910
> Help waterproof the Airmaster and Leopard. (Roll 1d20+5 to waterproof. DC is 22.)

Rolled 9 + 5

>>27460910
Oh boy, this is gonna turn out well.

Rolled 12

>>27460910
>Find parts for the Sledge's overhaul. (Roll 1d20 to search the parts pile. DC is 18.)

>>27460962
You forgot the modifier, genius. The roll won't count for that option if you don't add the +5 modifier.

Rolled 11 + 5

>>27460910
Man these rolls are going well.

Rolled 3

>>27460910
>Find parts for the Sledge's overhaul.

Rolled 5 + 5

>>27460910
>Help waterproof the Airmaster and Leopard.

I get the feeling there will be underwater battles.

Rolled 6

All these failed rolls... Goddamn.

>>27460910
>Find parts for the Sledge's overhaul.

Rolled 8 + 5

>>27460910
Waterproof

>>27461020
>>27461000
>>27460999
>>27460984
>>27460979
>>27460964
>>27460962
>>27460933
We sure could use Cosgrove and his magic dice right about now, huh? What is it at... 4 rolls for modifying the Sledge, and 3 for waterproofing, right?

Rolled 4 + 5

>>27460910
Lat try for waterproofing.

Rolled 3 + 5

>>27460910
Waterproof that bitch.

Rolled 10

>>27461051
5 for waterproof and 4 for sledge. Speaking of which...

>>27460910
>Find parts for the Sledge's overhaul. (Roll 1d20 to search the parts pile. DC is 18.)

DICE GODS DON'T FORSAKE US JUST YET.

Rolled 2 + 5

>>27460910
> Help waterproof the Airmaster and Leopard.
Incoming nat 1.

Rolled 5 + 5

>>27461080
Nope.
inb4success

Rolled 9 + 5

>>27460910
Man, the dice gods hate us.

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AHAHAHA OH WOW; All aboard the fail train!

Choo choo, motherfuckers!

Rolled 18 + 5

>>27460910
Rollin'.

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>All these failures
Goodness, would you look at that...

>Writing...

>>27461145
Oh NOW we get a winning roll... and it's a few posts too late.

WHAT ARE THE CHANCES?

Pretty damn high, really. The dice gods are fickle as fuck.

>>27461156
Doesn't >>27461145 count?

>>27461193
nope. first five.

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>Result: 11 + 5 = 16
>DC: 22
>Failure...

Try as you might, but your attempts at "helping" Kid and the others waterproof the Gundams could be best described as anything but. While you never really did have to waterproof a Mobile Suit before until now, you were certain you could pick up the skill rather easily, but with the resulting... mishaps, you're left doubting your skills as a Mobile Suit engineer.

Sighing, you wonder where you should drag your sorry ass to until the Freeden reaches its destination...
>Sit and sulk in your room. Make yourself scarce until you're actually needed.
>Try and relax in the rec room; maybe whupping Roybea at billiards will help your mood.
>Check on Kai. There's no possible way you could mess anything up doing that... right?
>Write in

>>27461285
>Try and relax in the rec room; maybe whupping Roybea at billiards will help your mood.

>>27461285
[x]Write In
Put our Junk Dealer skills to good use, and call up some contacts to get the parts needed to overhaul the Sledge.

>>27461324
That sounds like a smart move.

Might as well check out if we can dig something up about that guy who's supposedly in the area - what suits does he have, what equipment and so on.

>>27461051
My apologies, I was rather busy.
Anyway,
>>27461285
The rec room

>>27461285
>Try and relax in the rec room; maybe whupping Roybea at billiards will help your mood.

And while we're at it, let's do what >>27461324 suggested and call up our contacts; see if anything else on Doza Bale has popped up, and maybe order some parts to modify the Sledge... again.

Alright, there seems to be a bit of a divide on the course of action we should take.

Do you guys want to combine the two, or go for a coin toss?

>>27461481
Combine the two.

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>>27461481

>>27461481
May as well combine the two.

Looks like we'll be combining the two.

>Alright then, writing...

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While the waterproofing efforts may have been a bust, you weren't going to just feel sorry for yourself; there was still the Leopard to think about as well. You call up some of your contacts; partially because you wanted to see if there was any updates on Doza Bale, or any sort of information they could tell you. Aside from the apparent fact he had a shitload of Daughseats, about eight to ten, or so... there wasn't anything new to report. The other reason you called up some of your contacts was so that you could get a hold of some parts for modifying the Sledge for use on the water's surface. To your surprise, one of your contacts were called by Jamil for similar reasons; aside from supplies and spare parts, Jamil requested parts on behalf of Kid for Leopard's underwater combat conversion. Deciding to kill two bird with one stone, you asked if he could throw in some parts for the Sledge, to which he agreed.

You enter the rec room, to find Witz, Roybea, and Garrod on the couch, while Sala and Toniya were standing in from of them. Roybea had three bags next to him, two of which he hands to the girls.

"Presents for the two ladies." he says, smiling. You sigh as you plop down next to Garrod. At least Roybea was back to normal, it seemed. To the girls' and everyone else's surprise, what were in those bags were...

"Swimsuits?" asked Sala, looking from Roybea, to the pink bunch of fabric in her hands.

Roybea nods in confirmation, a smile plastered on his face.

"Indeed. Since our next operation is by the sea, I took the opportunity to buy these."

"But will they fit?" asks Sala in return.

Roybea smirks, and shakes his head.

"Please. I have the ability to discern the measurements of any female I've seen. It is one of my many talents."

"I'm not too sure that's a talent to be proud of..." mumbles Garrod. Witz nods in agreement.

"Witz..." you say, staring at the long-haired pilot. "You..."

>"... are a God amongst men!"
>"... really call that a talent?"
>Write in

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>>27461893
>"... are a God amongst men!"
They ARE the three most important numbers a man should know, after all...

>>27461893
Whoops, that should say Roybea, not Witz.

>>27461893
> Write in
"You and I should start a business. You do measurements and I sell them. We'll be rich in no time."

>>27461893
>"... are a God amongst men!"
I stand in awe of your incredible eye to detail, Roybea, m'boy.

Rolled 8

>>27461893
>"... are a God amongst men!"

>>27461950
I second this one.

>Writing...

Rolled 92

>>27461893
>>"... are a God amongst men!"

"Roybea... You... You are truly a God among men." you state, giving the man a thumbs up. You're met by strange looks from everyone, save for Roybea.

"At least someone can recognize my talents for what they are." he says, smiling.

Garrod, who was busy reeling from the revelation that his boss was some kind of pervert boggled the poor boy's mind. So much so, that he didn't notice the bag being tossed at him until it landed in his lap. Snapped out of his daze, he looked from the bag to Roybea, then again to the bag.

"Wha...is this for me?" he asked, sounding more than a little worried.

Roybea, for his part, tried and failed at maintaining his composure.

"What? No, that's not for you!" he said, gripping the arm of the couch. "Why the heck would I buy a swimsuit for a man? That's for -her-!"

"You mean TIffa?" you ask, your opinion of the man rapidly shifting gears.

"Precisely." he says, simply.

"That's great and all..." says Garrod, holding up the bag. "But I'm not sure Tiffa's the kind of person to go swimming."

"That's where you come in." replies Roybea, crossing his arms. "Out of everyone here, you're closest to her, so you deliver it."

"I guess it makes sense when you say it like that, but still..."

"Anyway," says Roybea, cutting off any more complaints Garrod might've had. "Let's just have some fun and get rid of all this gloominess on board."

"Gloominess?" parrots Toniya, tilting her head.

"Nothing. Just some personal stuff." amends Roybea, his laughter obviously, at least to you, sounding forced.

"But..." chimes in Sala, holding up her swimsuit. "Is this really a good idea?"

"I think it is, myself."

You turn your attention to the door to see Jamil walk into the room.

"Everyone needs a break sometimes, and it has been a while since I've been to the ocean, after all."

"Yes sir!" says Sala, smiling.

>Gonna stop things here for tonight; /tg/'s practically dead right now, so I'll continue tomorrow. Hopefully the thread will still be here by then.

>>27462304
I wouldn't hold my breath, so I'd archive the thread just in case it does 404.

We're only 76 or so replies in, though, so who knows...

>>27462323
Already taken care of.

I'm starting to think I should be doing these quests earlier than I am, to avoid things petering out when we're not even 100 posts in...

>>27462350
That probably a good idea if you're able to do it.

>>27464289
Alright then... expect the quest to resume... at about 6 PM PST or so. Until then, guys!

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Actually, since I've got nothing better to do for a while, what do you guys think of a little side-story starring the Frost Brothers?

Or would you rather continue with the actual story?

>>27469189
I've been wondering what they've been up to, honestly. Considering we've managed to change them from recurring antagonists to allies of some sort, I've been wondering just how much of a change that brings, and what that means for the New UNE...

>>27469189
eh, whatever you want.

>>27469189
Go for it, I say.

Alright then... Writing!

Slight change in plans; I'm still writing up the Frost Bros. little side story, but I'm going to be heading over to a cousin's house for a little while, so I'll be incommunicado for a bit until I get there.

>>27469802
bump

Christ, that took longer than expected; ANYWAY, back to writing!

The Frost brothers side story's going to have to wait, guys; I hadn't realized how late it got. I'll have to save it for another time, I suppose.

>>27473301
Okay.

You smirk; whenever the Captain got involved in something, Sala's tune changed rather... easily.

So here you were, sitting at a table on the beach in a bathing suit with the guys, watching Toniya and Sala swim.

"Looking good..." muses Roybea, sipping on his iced tea.

"Yeah... really nice..."

Everyone at the table, yourself included, look at Witz like he'd grown a second head.

"What?"

"D-don't be stupid!" he retorts, his cheeks pink, and certainly not from a sunburn. "I was just commenting on her Diving form, that's all!"

"Hey," you say, smirking. "You're the one who said something, not us."

"You dug that hole yourself." adds Roybea, smiling.

"Shut up!" he spits out, his entire face turning a curious shade of scarlet. "I'm going for a swim..."

"Wrong way, genius!" you call after him, grinning.

"SHUT UP!"

The four of you share a laugh at Witz' expense who still storms off in the opposite direction.

"So..." Roybea says, looking at Garrod. "You did remember to give Tiffa her swimsuit, right?"

"Well yeah, but..." you hear Garrod say, but you're not really focusing on the conversation at hand. You could swear you hear someone else's voice from somewhere... It sounded really familiar, to boot...

>'Someone... Help!'

You blink, wondering if anyone else heard that voice, only to confirm that you were indeed the only one. That could only mean one thing...

"Oh no..." you mutter under your breath. "Not her..."

You could have written the whole thing off, but fate seemed to have quite the opposite idea that day.

"Hey... who's in that boat?" asks Kid, pointing in the direction of the Freeden.

You and Garrod squint in the direction he indicated, and your face contorts into an expression of abject horror.

"Tiffa!"

Crap... if the Orcs get to her...

Garrod apparently was reading your mind, as he heads for the Freeden, with you and Witz close behind.

By the time you and the others suit up and locate Tiffa, the Orcs had found her and were in pursuit.

(Cont'd.)

What will you do?
>Attempt to recover Tiffa (Roll 1d20 to dodge incoming fire. DC is 16.)
>Distract the Orcs pursuing Tiffa. (Roll 1d20 to hit. There are four Daughseats. DC to hit is 18.)
>Write in

Is it just me, or is all the text bold or some shit?

Rolled 14

>>27473836
>Attempt to recover Tiffa
The bold text has been happening the last few hours, just ignore it.

Rolled 19

>>27473876
>Distract the Orcs pursuing Tiffa.
>Tell Garrod to grab Tiffa

>>27473897
Works for me

Rolled 16

>>27473876
>Distract the Orcs pursuing Tiffa. (Roll 1d20 to hit. There are four Daughseats. DC to hit is 18.)

Yeah, the text everywhere's gone bold it seems.

>Writing

>Distract the Orcs pursuing Tiffa.
>Result: 19
>DC: 18
>Success!

You take aim with the Beam Rifle, and fire on the Daughseats in pursuit of Tiffa. They're fast, fast enough to avoid your rifle, but they didn't count on one thing; the fact you were a Newtype. You exhale, take aim, and... land a hit through the head of one of the Daughseats, disabling its main cameras. It should take them a bit to switch to secondary sensors, so they would be occupied for a few moments; moments Tiffa can use to escape.

"Garrod, get Tiffa and get the hell out of here!" you shout over the radio. "Go!"

"But Boss--"

"No buts! Just go!" you bark back.

Garrod hesitantly obliges, scooping up the boat in the Divider Gundam's manipulators.

That just left you and Witz against three Daughseats... for now.

>Roll 1d20 to dodge incoming attacks. DC is 18. Failure will result in getting dragged underwater.

Rolled 1

>>27474072

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Rolled 14

>>27474072
rollin
>>27474086
...

Rolled 17

>>27474072
rollin to save

Rolled 19

>>27474072
Rollin.
>>27474086
Oh no...

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>>27474123
>>27474162

Rolled 15

>>27474072
C'mon Nat 20... PLEASE C'MON NAT 20.

Gotta save our asses...

>>27474191
>>27474162
>>27474157
>>27474123
WELP, LOOKS LIKE WE'RE STUCK WITH THAT CRIT FAIL, FOLKS.

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>>27474086
Well, would you look at that...

>Writing...

>Result: 1
>DC: 18
>CRITICAL FAILURE!

Make that FOUR Daughseats, as the one whose main camera you disabled took the opportunity to fire a volley of missiles at your back, making a direct hit. You're unable to recover, as another Daughtress extends its claw arms, and drags you underwater.

>You are now underwater! You take a -2 penalty to combat-related rolls until you surface.

Try as you might, you're unable to wrench your arms free from the Daughseat's grip, and you're face to face with two of them. You watch as their arms fold over, and their torpedoes launch. Fortunately, you still have a grip on your Buster Shield Rifle, though it's currently in rifle configuration.

Would you really die here?

What are you going to do?

>See if you can't literally swing things around in your favor... (Roll 1d20-2. DC is 16.)
>Wrench your shield arm free and block the incoming fire. (Roll 1d20-2. DC is 14.)
>Do nothing; you know when your time has come...

Rolled 7 + 2

>>27474394
>See if you can't literally swing things around in your favor... (Roll 1d20-2. DC is 16.)

Fuck fuck fuck

Rolled 1 + 2

>>27474394
>Wrench your shield arm free and block the incoming fire. (Roll 1d20-2. DC is 14.)

Rolled 9 - 2

>>27474394
>Wrench your shield arm free and block the incoming fire. (Roll 1d20-2. DC is 14.)
>>27474417
>>27474442
Thank god none of you know how to use dice

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>>27474442
AHAHAHA OH WOW

Gentlemen, it's been an honor serving with you...

Rolled 13 + 2

>>27474394

>Wrench your shield arm free and block the incoming fire. (Roll 1d20-2. DC is 14.)
Sink or swim.

Glub glub glub glub.

Rolled 9 - 2

>>27474470
>>27474442
>>27474417
Incorrect modifiers, people.

dice+1d20+-2

>>27474479
you also didn't indicate which option you were rolling for.

Rolled 11 - 2

>>27474394
>Wrench your shield arm free and block the incoming fire. (Roll 1d20-2. DC is 14.)

C'mon dice gods... don't forsake us now!

Rolled 12 - 2

>>27474394
>Wrench your shield arm free and block the incoming fire. (Roll 1d20-2. DC is 14.)

Rolled 14 - 2

>>27474394
>See if you can't literally swing things around in your favor... (Roll 1d20-2. DC is 16.)

Rolled 14 - 2

>>27474394
>Wrench your shield arm free and block the incoming fire. (Roll 1d20-2. DC is 14.)

>>27474485
Oh believe me, that was on purpose.

Been rolling low all day.

But, if you want a fail from me, I'll oblige.

Rolled 7

>>27474394
>>See if you can't literally swing things around in your favor... (Roll 1d20-2. DC is 16.)

Rolled 4 - 2

>>27474394
>See if you can't literally swing things around in your favor... (Roll 1d20-2. DC is 16.)

Rolled 10 - 2

>>27474532
>>27474394

Crap, forgot modifiers, here's the correct roll.

Rolled 3 - 2

>>27474394
>Wrench your shield arm free and block the incoming fire.
I see nothing but despair in our immediate future...

Rolled 4 - 2

>>27474394
Okay, our Wrench arm rolls are exhausted, with 12 as best.

Oh no.

>See if you can't literally swing things around in your favor... (Roll 1d20-2. DC is 16.)

Rolled 5 - 2

>>27474394
Last shot for Swing in our favor!

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Ohh... too bad.

>Writing...

>>27474607
Looks like we scrapped a GX Maou.

>Result: 14 - 2 = 12 x 2
>DC: 14, 16
>Failure...

You curse, trying to not only wrench your arm free, but also attempt to use the Daughseat that has your Hyper-Spec in a deathgrip as a proverbial meatshield, neither tactic working as intended. In your futile struggle, you lose the Shield Buster Rifle, and the torpedoes are getting too close to dodge.

>'Hold on!'

You shut your eyes, fully expecting to die a grisly death, but it doesn't come... What does come is a cacophonous chorus of chattering, and you open your eyes to find several dolphins swimming next to the torpedoes. The moment they stop their horrendously off key singing, the torpedoes begin to wobble, then veer wildly off course! One torpedo destroys your Shield Buster Rifle, two crash into each other, and another crashes into the Daughseat restraining you.

Taking this opportunity to escape before the aquatic MS explodes, you realize just what had happened in a short span of time.

You were saved.

By dolphins, no less.

It was absurd by all accounts, but it happened. Granted, the Hyper-Spec is somewhat banged up, and you lost the Shield Buster Rifle, but you're alive, and that was what really counted.

While the remaining Daughseats regroup, you take the opportunity to get the heck out of there.

>Roll 1d20-2 to surface. DC is 12.

Rolled 13 - 2

>>27474734
Third time's the charm! Time to get the fuck out of here!

Rolled 18 - 2

>>27474734

>>27474753
That settles that, then.

>Writing...

>Result: 18 - 2 = 16
>DC: 12
Success!

Ah, sweet, beautiful sunshine!

You've never felt so glad to be out of the water, and now that you're back in your home turf, it's time for a counterattack. You draw your Beam Saber, and ready yourself for an attack...

Roll 1d20 to attack one of the three remaining Daughseats and specify how. DC is 14.

Rolled 17

>>27474961
Haha time for berserker mode>>27474961

Rolled 4

>>27474961
Open fire with the chest vulcans.

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Rolled 1

>>27474961

>>27474961
Doesn't our suit have rocket launchers installed in its legs?

>>27474985
Oh wow. The night of many nat 1s.

Rolled 11

>>27474961
Launch ourselves at one and aim for the cockpit with the tip of the Beam Saber.
Remember to kill the meat, save the metal.

>>27475001
To be fair, I am laughing.

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Rolled 19

>>27474961
rolling
>>27474985
COSGROVE

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>>27474985

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>>27474985

Rolled 10

>>27474961
please, god, let this be a twenty.

Rolled 2

>>27474961
Rolling.

Rolled 8

>>27474985
Maybe you should specify how we fuck up before you roll a critfail, Cosgrove.

>>27474990
Yeah, I think we do. We haven't actually used them yet, so we dunno how well they work, unfortunately.

>>27474961
Skewer the nearest one through the cockpit.

Reminder, that for a roll to COUNT, you have to follow the instructions.

So for those of you freaking out on Cos's critfail, no worries; he didn't specify how to attack. So TECHNICALLY, he didn't do diddly shit.

That goes for any of you just "rolling". For the roll to count, you have to specify how we're going to attack. The rules will be updated shortly with this addendum.

>>27475095
So... what, do we reroll now?

Rolled 9

>>27475095
Okay then.
Use the missile launchers against them. Aim for the guy who's most likely to attack us. Use the ensuing explosion to rush in and cut the fuckers using your beam sabers.

What's the Garrod's status? Did he get Tiffa?

>>27475187
Yes.

>>27475200
Tiffa is safe, and so is Garrod.

Rolled 17

>>27474961
use the missiles.

>>27475300
Well, that's that.

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Rolled 1

>>27475095
>>27475282
Alright, my bad. I'll say stab one through the cockpit with the beam saber, since we have it out and use leg missiles for the other two.

Rolled 11

>>27475095
Rerolling, then.

Let's skewer the nearest fucker through the cockpit.

>>27475327
Oh come the fuck on, Cosgrove.

>>27475327
...Someone call the exorcists. Or Delta Green.

>>27474984
>>27475012
>>27475052
>>27475200
>>27475300
Five descriptions, I think were safe.

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>>27475327
>Another 1

Rolled 15

>>27475327
DAMMIT COSGROVE.

What happened to your last streak of luck in these threads, man? Did PPQ's recent string of luck drain your luck reserves or some shit?

>>27475095
Fire the missile launchers. See how those fuckers like it when we give them a taste of their own medicine.

WELP

>Writing...

>>27475412
Wait, isn't >>27475375 right?

>>27475424
We were rerolling from >>27475095 onwards. You guys are SOL.

---

>Result: 1
>DC: 14
>CRITICAL FAILURE!

You decide to to try and use the leg mounted missile launchers, but something must've gone wrong when you were wrestling with those Daughseats underwater, because they won't open up.

"Shit! Of all the fucking times!" you say, looking at the error message displayed on-screen.

Taking advantage of your technical issues, or of the Daughseats shoots its extendable arms at you, in an attempt to drag you back underwater to finish the job.

>Roll 1d20 to dodge. DC is 15.

Rolled 11

>>27475538

Rolled 1

>>27475538
Fuck this shit! Kill that pilot painfully!

Rolled 16

>>27475538
Oh good, I was afraid the missiles would explode in our face.

>>27475559
OH COME THE FUCK ON.

Rolled 7

>>27475559
HAHAHAHA

This entire fiasco just is not David's day, is it?
Not even seeing two beauties in swimsuits was worth this.

Rolled 20

>>27475538

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Rolled 2

>>27475538
Let's dodge this

>>27475596
Yes. Hell yes.

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>>27475596
Saved on the 5th roll.

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>>27475596

>>27475596
That was way too close for comfort.

You are a godsend, Anon.

>>27475593
I blame the dolphins.

>Writing...

>Result: 16
>DC: 15
>Success!

You barely manage to evade the Daughseat's claws. Barely. Your MS is barely holding together at this point, and neither Witz or Garrod are here to help you. Tiffa is safe, fortunately, and that was what you originally set out to do, thankfully.

Still, you're pissed, and these Orcs just so happen to be the closest source of stress relief...

What will you do?
>Get the fuck out of here; no need to risk totalling the Hyper-Spec.
>Time to rip and tear. No mercy! (Roll 1d20 to attack, and specify how. DC is 16.)
>Write in

>>27475766
>Get the fuck out of here; no need to risk totalling the Hyper-Spec.

I think we're all in agreement that we've had just about enough punishment for one lifetime.

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Rolled 11

>>27475766
>>Time to rip and tear. No mercy! (Roll 1d20 to attack, and specify how. DC is 16.)

Missiles at short range. Beam saber in hand (two if we have them). Slice and dice to disable them before cutting into the cockpit.

Rolled 5

>>27475808
Sounds fine to me. Maybe we can get some money if there's a bounty on these guys.

Rolled 6

>>27475808
Our missiles won't shoot, Cosgrove; They're malfunctioning. However I do agree with you about going buckwild with the saber.

>>27475766
>Time to rip and tear. No mercy!

Rolled 8

>>27475766
>Time to rip and tear. No mercy! (Roll 1d20 to attack, and specify how. DC is 16.)

Rolled 5

>>27475766
>Time to rip and tear. No mercy!

Let's cut off one mech's arm and use it as a club along with our beam saber to brutally beat them to death.

Do you know how much a Shield Buster Rifle costs?!

>>27475766

>Get the fuck out of here; no need to risk totalling the Hyper-Spec.

Let's quit while we're ahead.

>>27475766
>Get the fuck out of here; no need to risk totalling the Hyper-Spec.
The suit is too damaged, and the repairs expensive as it is. Get back to the Freeden.

>>27475766
>Get the fuck out of here; no need to risk totalling the Hyper-Spec.
NOPEing out of here like the Fist of the North Star.

>>27475766
>Get the fuck out of here; no need to risk totalling the Hyper-Spec.

Lets cut our losses and bail; we've failed all our allotted rolls anyway.

>>27475766
>Get the fuck out of here; no need to risk totalling the Hyper-Spec.

>Writing...

You shake your head. Your beam rifle's been blasted to smithereens, the Hyper-Spec is shaking apart at the seams, and you can't handle three of these crafty motherfuckers, Newtype or not.

You hit the throttle, and are thrown back in your seat as the GX flies out of there, far outside of the range of the Daughseats and the battleship that they launched from.

You ease up on the thrusters, and set the Gundam down in the hangar, flinching as you hear Kid do his impression of a dying cat.

After hearing the estimates for repairing the Hyper Spec, and the cost of replacing the Shield Buster Rifle, you did an impression of your own. So, you'd be owing Kid quite a bit of money, and repairs would take at least a couple of days to complete, if not more.

What will you do for the rest of the day, Dave?
>Relax on the beach; you fucking deserve it after all of today's bullshit.
>Get some much deserved sleep.
>Find something in the hangar to tinker with. You do your best work after your life is in jeopardy, after all.
>Write in

Rolled 14

>>27476252
>Write in

Check in on Garrod and Tiffa.

Rolled 9

>>27476252
>Find something in the hangar to tinker with. You do your best work after your life is in jeopardy, after all.

>>27476252
> Write in.
Head to town, see if we can cut some deals or make some trade. We need money to repair this damn thing. Don't forget to grumble about Tiffa acting stupid all of a sudden.

>>27476252
>Find something in the hangar to tinker with. You do your best work after your life is in jeopardy, after all.

>Writing

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You decide to head to the hangar; you're an engineer at heart, and the adrenaline from your near-death experience today hasn't quite left your system. Besides, you do your best work after your life is threatened.

After reminding Kid that there was another GX on board they could use for parts and a replacement Shield Buster Rifle, he's rather ecstatic at first, but his excitement turns to apprehension when you realize what GX you're talking about.

"That Kai kid won't be happy when he wakes up and hears that we gutted his Mobile Suit for parts." he says, scratching his chin.

"He'll understand it was for a good cause." you say offhandedly. "Besides, there's still the Belphagor, right?"

"I guess..." he says. "Alright, that should cut down on repair and replacement costs... Anything else, Dave?"

"Yeah, actually..." you say. "I've got a few ideas floating around in my head after today's... shenanigans. Mind if I poke around?"

"Go ahead." replies Kid. "Just don't break anything we need, okay?"

"Can do."

What will you work on, Dave?
>Convert the black GX's Shield Buster Rifle into a separate Buster Sheath Rifle and Holster Shield. (Roll 1d20+5 for modifications. DC is 19.)
>Make a secondary weapon for the Hyper-Spec; a single beam rifle isn't going to cut it any more. (Roll 1d20 to look for parts. DC is 16.)
>Write in

Rolled 7 + 5

>>27476752
> Convert the black GX's Shield Buster Rifle into a separate Buster Sheath Rifle and Holster Shield.
Can we dualwield two of those?

Rolled 6 + 5

>>27476752
>Convert the black GX's Shield Buster Rifle into a separate Buster Sheath Rifle and Holster Shield. (Roll 1d20+5 for modifications. DC is 19.)

go for broke

Rolled 3 + 5

>>27476752
>Convert the black GX's Shield Buster Rifle into a separate Buster Sheath Rifle and Holster Shield. (Roll 1d20+5 for modifications. DC is 19.)

Rolled 14 + 5

>>27476780
I think so? It basically makes it so the shield and beam rifle aren't one and the same anymore; it can be stored in the shield, but it can be wielded in one hand while the shield is in the other. It's also mounted like a more traditional Gundam shield and can be rotated and junk. We can also store an extra beam saber on that thing, so we can DUAL WIELD BEAM SABERS.

>>27476752
>Convert the black GX's Shield Buster Rifle into a separate Buster Sheath Rifle and Holster Shield.

Rolled 10 + 5

>>27476752

>Convert the black GX's Shield Buster Rifle into a separate Buster Sheath Rifle and Holster Shield. (Roll 1d20+5 for modifications. DC is 19.)

>>27476816
Whoo... barely managed to squeak by with that one. Let's... lets not roll any more and risk another critfail, okay? We already lost one Shield Buster Rifle, let's not make it two.

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>>27476833
The dice gods are fickle today, as well.

>Writing...

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>>27476816
I was thinking something similar. We could go for something similar to the Hazel Owsla - two shields with guns in them (can be mounted on the arms) and a bigass cannon on the back. It would allow us to use two of those, and leave the hands open for whatever other weapons we want.

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>Result: 14 + 5 = 19
>DC: 19
>Success!

It takes a while, but you successfully manage to modify the Shield Buster Rifle into what you prefer to call the Buster Sheath Rifle, which you've paired with a versatile "Holster Shield" designed to store it when not in use. Not only did this shield provide more coverage, it could be mounted on the arm itself, rather than held in the Hyper-Spec's manipulator, freeing it up to hold another weapon, such as a second beam saber. Not only that, but the top part of the shield could fold into the rest of the shield, providing you with as much, or as little cover as needed. It was a solid, versatile shield design, and you were fortunate to have the materials on hand to create this thing of beauty. You considered building something else, but your adrenaline rush was finally petering out, and it was already nightfall; you didn't want to overstay your welcome in the hangar.

What will you do now, Dave?
>Take a night-time walk on the beach and clear your head.
>Take a shower; you smell like sweat and grease... again.
>Write in

>>27477033
>Take a night-time walk on the beach and clear your head.

Rolled 14 + 5

>>27477033
>Write in
Shower using the ocean!

>>27477033
> Take a shower; you smell like sweat and grease... again.
After that
> Take a night-time walk on the beach and clear your head.

>>27477033
>Take a shower
followed by
>Take a night-time walk on the beach and clear your head.

Just to clarify, when we heard that voice in our head calling for help, who was it? Ennil?

>>27477172
Probably the dolphin; Ennil's not a Newtype.

>>27477172
The white dolphin.

>Writing...

You decide to clean the grease off with a well deserved shower.

You take your time, making sure that not a spot of grease or oil remains on your body.

Satisfied, and sure that you are indeed squeaky clean, you dress yourself, and head outside, the crisp night air greeting you as you step out onto the beach.

As you walk along, you hear the sounds of splashing, and an all too familiar screeching.

Dolphins. Of course.

And not just Dolphins, either; you could see Tiffa... and Garrod?!

Ducking behind a rock, you decide to eavesdrop in on the two lovebirds' special little moment... purely for... reasons... and things, of course. From what you could tell, Garrod and Tiffa were talking... to the Dolphins? What?

"Hey..." he says somewhat awkwardly, smiling. "Tiffa tells me you helped save my Boss out there today... Thanks, for what it's worth."

Garrod is greeted by a chorus of squeals and chattering, which causes Tiffa to laugh a little. You don't think you've ever heard her laugh... and from his expression, neither has Garrod.

"They say 'you're very welcome'." she says, translating their squeakings for the Non-Newtype boy.

They're greeted by another chorus of squeaks, and Tiffa shakes her head.

"Wha... What'd they say?" asks Garrod, confused.

"They're asking why we're fighting our own kind..." she replies, looking at the dolphins, then to Garrod.

"Well... if I had to put it into words... It's because we put ourselves into this position." says Garrod, looking at all the dolphins, and sighing. "It's not an ideal world we live in... but we do our best to get along. I think we';; find peace... one day."

They're met with more chattering, and Tiffa smiles.

"That's nice of you to offer... but I want to believe in humanity for a while longer..." she says, smiling.

"What do you mean? What'd they say?" asks Garrod.

"They asked us to come live with them." she replies, smiling; it's a more somber smile; something that seemed fitting for the young girl.

(cont'd.)

"Living with dolphins, huh?" says Garrod, smiling. "Sounds fun, but I'd not much of a water-breather."

At that, Tiffa smiles and laughs, causing Garrod to turn beet red. Smooth, you little casanova.

She stands up and OH CHRIST AVERT YOUR EYES GARROD-- wait... Oh thank god, you thought she was gonna strip nude in front of the poor kid.

"That's..." says Garrod, trailing off. Apparently that was the swimsuit Roybea had picked for Tiffa. It was a modest one piece; pink; nothing too fancy, either. Either way, it was certainly enough to get Garrod red with embarrassment.

She dives in with the pod of dolphins, and motions for Garrod to join.

"C'mon kid... you can do it... man up..." you mutter, furrowing your brow as you watch.

"Sorry..." he says, chuckling. "I don't have my swimsuit on. Is it okay if I just watch from here?"

"Dammit, Garrod..." you say quietly. So close...

If Tiffa is disappointed, she doesn't show it, and she proceeds to play in the water with the others. Eventually, she surfaces, along with another familiar, if nonhuman face...

"The white dolphin..." you breathe. So it WAS her that saved your skin...

"So you were protecting her, huh?" says Tiffa... looking to the dolphin pod, who chatter in what you can only assume was confirmation.

The white dolphin swims over to Tiffa, and unlike her brethren, is unusually silent... at least until she and the others looks skyward, drawing everyone's attention to the moon.

What you all see stuns you, Garrod, and Tiffa.

"A... Satellite System uplink?"

Was it another Gundam X?

Another Newtype?

Tonight was a night of questions and more questions... and you weren't sure about how to handle them all. For now, your bed was beckoning, and sleep sounded like a good idea.

Still... What should you do?
>Skip to the next morning?
>Stick around, see what those overgrown tuna fishes have to say.
>Write in

>>27478015
> Stick around, see what those overgrown tuna fishes have to say.

>>27478015
>Stick around, see what those overgrown tuna fishes have to say.

The moment that white one starts spouting that "I hate humans" malarkey, I hope we bop her on the bottlenose.

Rolled 4 + 5

>>27478015
>Stick around, see what those overgrown tuna fishes have to say.

>Writing...

Rather than go immediately to Jamil with what you've seen, you decide to stick around, focusing your attention on the white dolphin.

>'Things like this... Are why I hate humans.'

"You... hate humans?" asks Tiffa. "Why?"

>'Because your people are violent... evil... you hurt others like you... it makes no sense... I cannot understand why you do such things...'

Oh fuck that pretentious "humanity is evil" bullcrap.

"Then why not try?" you say, emerging from your hiding place. "Why not try to understand us?"

Any surprise Tiffa has at seeing you is lost as she turns to the white dolphin as she "speaks" again.

>'Because you are not worth understanding.'

"Now wait just a minute--"

and before you can say anything else, the dolphins swim away, the white one included, just as the light from the satellite uplink fades.

"Boss?" says Garrod, looking at you, clearly confused. "How long have you been there?"

"Long enough to hear how much the overgrown guppy hates us humans, and to see the Satellite System Uplink." you say, scowling. It's an expression you don't wear often, and for good reason; Garrod and Tiffa look at you, with a mixture of fear and surprise.

"Head back to the Freeden and gets some rest." you say, sighing. "I'll tell Jamil what we've seen here tonight. This is too important for him not to hear about."

They comply, and Garrod makes sure to grab her discarded clothes, while leading Tiffa by her hand back to the Freeden.

You sigh, looking at the moon where the light had originated from. Something big was going down, and you aimed to find out just what that was...

>Gonna have to stop here for tonight. It's past midnight over here, and thread traffic's at a standstill. Hopefully the thread will still be here by tomorrow. If not, this is at least a good place to end the thread on.

>>27478361
Alright OP. See you tomorrow... maybe. Probably not, but oh well. Was a fun thread, at least.

>>27478361
Sure thing man. See you next time.

Stupid dolphins.

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>>27478361
I still say that dolphin is responsible for the Black History. Nobody ever said the Turn-A's pilot was human...

See ya next time man, and thanks again for doing this.

>>27478458
That's one smug looking dolphin.

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>>27478458
No problem. I just hope you all have as much fun participating in this quest as I am writing it.

>>27478458
Fuckin dolphin's, their a bunch of god damn pricks.

>>27478361
>>'Because your people are violent... evil... you hurt others like you... it makes no sense... I cannot understand why you do such things...'

I hate people like that. I really do.

>>27481027
That fucking dolphin doesn't know shit.

Fighting against others, and even those of your own species, hurting others like yourself, are all perfectly normal and natural in the world, especially among primates such as us.
And let's not forget the slaver ants and all of the insects and animals like them.

>>27482838
Yeah.

There's also the fact that, while more people certainly die from violence today than say, 500 years ago, as a whole in terms of proportion, humans are less likely to harm one another through violence.

>>27482957
And it's a DOLPHIN trying to play the morality card; the species that we know kills porpoises for fun, rapes, and are the douchebags of the sea.

>>27482993
yeah, their rape cave is quite scary.

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>>27482993
>>27485572
FUCK YOU DOLPHIN!

>>27485572
Now I'm having flashbacks.

Dolphins are horrible, evil creatures. Seriously, they're just awful in every way, and people only like them because their skulls are shaped in a way that make it look like they're constantly grinning (which is pretty horrifying, if you ask me). Leave none alive.

>>27482993
Good thing Tiffa didn't go to live with them or some shit.
We need to educate these children, and fast.

Rolled 10 + 5

>>27485699
Best picture ever

>>27487969
The dolphins will laugh it off by claiming their primitive cousins do that. Or its fun. Or eugenics, ala Jovians.

Dear god.

>>27488044
oh dear

>>27488044
Man, dolphins are dicks. We need to instruct Garrod to punch them in the face on sight, if he wants to keep his girl.

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Alright folks; for those of you expecting the quest to continue tonight, sorry to disappoint you guys; I dunno whether it was something I ate or whatever, but I'm feeling really queasy. I'm just hoping it's the Taco Bell shits, but I'm feeling kind of too lousy for it to just be that.

Hopefully I'll recover by next weekend, but for now, that's all for Episode 5. In lieu of continuing the story, however, feel free to ask any questions you guys might have until... 10 PM PST.

>>27493458
Sounds like food poisoning, maybe? I have bad luck with Taco Bell myself, so I hesitate to eat there, or order from the drive-thru.

Either way, I hope you feel better soon, man.

>>27493551
Me too... Guess the Q& A session idea was a bust; thread traffic must be dead again.

Ah well.