The two of you lock eyes as a pair of Bear Blasters appear in front of each of you. You know what must be done. Seizing the glass, you begin chugging the brown liquid once more. It’s a race. A challenge. And you shall not fail before it. Your throat opens, allowing more of the potent drink to slide into your stomach.

You slap your glass down, a second before Marlena. “I. Win.”

“Never try to outdrink a Russian,” intones Maxim.

Marlena wipes her mouth on the back of her hand. “How about fighting a Russian?”

And with that, she hits Maxim in the jaw with a right hook. With surprising agility for one of his size, Maxim is back on his feet, sleepiness gone from his eyes. “Let’s go.”

Choi Lei yanks you clear of the warzone as the two go at it, punching and kicking. You stand up, eager to join them, when the double Bear Blasters hits you at once. You wobble a bit on your feet. “Damn, I don’t feel so great…”

“C’mon, kid,” mutters Choi Lei as he drags you back from the two tussling mercs. “Don’t think the Doc will approve of you getting into a bar fight right after he fixed you up.”

You look around, amused by the bouncers, who nervously stand around the two mercs, mostly trying to keep the un-augmented patrons clear. Just as you and Choi exit the bar, you can hear screams as Bob moves in to break up the fight. Hey, you might not have gotten laid, but at least this time you’re not paying for bar repairs. You figure that’s a fair enough trade.

You wave good bye to Choi Lei as the two of you separate near the from of the housing wing. Seems like Choi’s got one of those swanky suites with the view of the nebula. You enter into your own quarters, now somewhat underwhelming in scale. This station’s got a lot it can offer you, assuming you can afford the price tag. There must be a way to speed up your debt reduction, get some extra cash in pocket. You killed Dreads, that’s gotta be worth something to someone right?

Yeah. You killed Dreads. Killed Dre-

You gasp, clutching your chest. Only, your hand doesn’t touch flesh. It touches the ceramic plate of your chest armor. Looking down in shock you see you’re in full armor, your hands are gloved and back guards are clipped on. But wait. Weren’t they just…?

You push yourself upright, the armor abnormally heavy. Shit, this is never normally an issue. You can walk around with a full tactical rig on like it’s nothing. Your hands drag through the air. Only it’s not air. You're surrounded by the orange of impact gel. You open your mouth to scream in shock, but it just rushes in as your garble on it.

Tastes like peaches.

The impact gel jiggles as the vacuum opens, sucking it away. You are just standing there, in the middle of an abandoned hallway. Exposed wires hang from holes where vacant panels flee their responsibility. You can hear nothing. You try to speak. You can hear nothing. You breathe and air rushes in. You can hear nothing.

The rent in the top of the hallway is opening, the metal creaks as it pulls apart, wider and wider. You watch in fascination as the tear extends down the wall.

Urgency.

You must leave. That tear shall tear you too. But where to?

You look to your left, to your right/

>Where will Ivan go?
>To the left, and into some darkened passages.
>To the right, where light and laughter flood forth

>>30064078
>To the left, and into some darkened passages.
hahaha
what

>>30064078
>To the right, where light and laughter flood forth
It`s happening?

>>30064078
>To the right, where light and laughter flood forth

>>30064078
Right towards the right good times hopefully?

>>30064078
>>To the left, and into some darkened passages.

>To the right, where light and laughter flood forth

happy times

>>30064078
>PTSD time for Ivan
Go where it's quiet, soldier-boy.

>>30064342
>>30064285
>>30064260
>>30064124
Come on, you guys! You always have to face your fears in your dream sequences, or you'll never get over them!

Right seems to have won out. writing

>>30064360
but everyone know the boogeyman can't get you if you close your eyes and laugh

It's Marlena, isn't it? She's got some sort of aura of trauma.

>>30064404
So that's why Maxim drinks so much.

>>30064404
I think it's that whole 'we've been murdering people for a couple of weeks now' thing, not to mention getting fucked up so hard in that last big fight we went into Gritmode.

Rolled 14

>>30064078
>>To the right, where light and laughter flood forth
Dream Sequence is a go!

You turn and walk to the right. No need to hurry now. The tearing walls know you are leaving. They have no further business with you. Their work complete, they seal back up. You know not to go back that way though, for they would not approve. No, they would not. Not at all. The light is warm. Warm and bright. You raise your hand up to shield your eyes. A palm slaps your palm, dragging your hand down in a tight handshake. A man smiles at you. You know this man.

“Hey pal,” he cries jovially, eyes crinkled with joy. “Didn’t think I’d be seeing you so soon.”

You look at him, his jumpsuit so familiar. Two crossed wrenches on the shoulder. You look at him, eyes widening with recognition.

“Hey, no hard feelings pal,” the mechanic speaks as his face goes pale, red dripping down a pant leg, “Did your best,” he wheezes, “Can’t blame a guy who tried his best.”

The mechanic sags before you, skin collapsing in on itself. Hollow. Always hollow. Like an inflatable toy. The facsimile of three dimensions, created by hot air.

You step over the deflated man. No time for him. Not a person. Not really.

Just another balloon.

No worries

You continue onwards, warmth still passing through you. The laughter is louder than before, great thrums of pure joy. You smile. It’s good to hear that sort of belly laugh again. Reassuring.

As you walk forward, the hall does not lead directly where you thought it would. But where did you think it would go anyway? You grin and wave at two guards sitting on the floor, too lazy to bother keeping themselves upright, they prop themselves against each other’s backs. The looks up at you and wave back. You look forward again as you walk past them.

A flapping noise. Like those farting sounds you made with your armpit when you were eight. You look back, just in time to see the men collapse on themselves, heads flapping as air escapes through a slash on each of their throats.

Two more balloons?

“Looks like somebody’s got quite the collection here,” you snort to yourself.

You keep on walking forward. Laughter louder. Warm still. Uncomfortably warm.

As you turn the corner into a four way intersection of passageways you see Clayton fly past you, a comically old fashioned bomb with a fuse strapped to his back.

“G’day mate!”

You wave after him as he flies down an endless hallway. Laughter comes from the opposite corridor. Gosh, someone is having the time of their lives. You smile wistfully. And in front of you, another portal, leading into shadows too thick to see through.

>Where do you go?
>To the laughter
>Into the shadows

>>30064782
>Into the shadows
I got a bad feel about this scoob.

>>30064782
>>To the laughter
Time to join the party mate.

>>30064782
>Into the shadows
Curious now.

>>30064782
>Into the shadows

>>30064782
>Into the shadows

>>30064782
>To the laughter

let's see this through

>>30064782
>>Into the shadows
What could go wrong?

>>30064782
>into the air duct
If that's an option

>>30064782

into darkness

>>30064782
>To the shadows
Uh...this is pretty fuckin' creepy.

Let's go to the dark where it's safe

>>30064908
It's never safe in the dark, anon.

>>30064782
To the laughter

We already got this far...

>>30064873

actualy change that to party

Voting's closed, seems like into the shadows won

>>30064782
I don't know if this is PTSD, a spiked drink, or some safety implant dumping neurotransmitters into our head to try to calm us down. It's interesting, though.

>>30064959
We have very vivid dreams.

>>30064782
>>To the laughter

You stare at the portal opposite, watching as dark fog swirls. Entrancing shapes. Liquid ripples. Yet fuzzy. You take a step forward. The shadows slither towards you through the air before retreating back, almost as if they’re bashful. Poor little guy. You smile softly and walk toward the dark mists.

“No… need… to be… scared.”

A silken whisper. Did you say it?

A step into the darkness.

The black fogs surges forward and around you, enveloping your body. You struggle against it as icy tendrils crawl across your flesh. Gripping. Gripping hard. Too strong to escape from. Cold. Cold. Coldcoldcoldcoldcoldcold.

You twist and jerk as the frozen mist pulls you in deeper, darkness obscuring your vision. You open your mouth to scream, and the darkness pours in.

You wait for it. You wait for your organs to explode out in a thousand bloody icicles. They do not. Instead you feel a sense of coolness washing over you, rushing from the inside out. You touch your face. Burning. Like a fever. Sweat.

You cease your struggles, and the shadows become soft and pliable once more, gently caressing you. It’s like the observatory on K-Level. It’s like the geist of the observatory is with you right now. Somehow calmed by this thought, you smile.

A thousand twinkling lights. Soothing chill drives out the last of the fevered heat.

You slip into oblivion.

You wake up the next day, rested. Feeling around your bed you yank back a hand in disgust. The sheets are soaked with sweat. You don’t remember the last time you left anything so sweaty, except maybe that one time Dad made you mow the lawn in the middle of the hot season. Wiping the sticky sheen off with your bare hands, you request a service bot before hopping into the shower. You pop out a few minutes later, acceptably clean and awakened.

The last bits of memory slip away. Putting on some clothing, you check your e-glasses for any news or updates. Seems like Niels would like to see you at some point soon. You check the time. “636? Jesus, that’s early.”

Shrugging, you consider your options before your stomach rumbles ominously.

>How shall Ivan greet the new day?
>With breakfast. Haul ass to the mess hall
>With Niels, maybe the guy made french toast again
>Write in

>>30065301
>gently caressing
I see what you did there, OP.

>>30065328
>>With Niels, maybe the guy made french toast again

>>30065328
>With Niels, maybe the guy made french toast again

>>30065328
With Niels.
We ain't talked to our bro in a while.

>>30065328
I love me some french toast.

>>30065328
Damn. That shit was creepy. I wonder if we should be worried about the horrific and terrifying nightmares of our victims.

Nah, probably not. Let's go meet up with Niels. We'll have a huge Lunch if we need to.

>>30065328
>With Niels, maybe the guy made french toast again

>>30065328
>With breakfast. Haul ass to the mess hall

>>30065328
>With Niels, maybe the guy made french toast again

>>30065328
damn, Fall Guy, I thought you were tired.

>With Niels, maybe the guy made french toast again
I think Ivan needs a reassuring presence.

>>30065422
I know right?
That's some solid creep dreams from a man who just pulled an all nighter.

alright, seems we wanna see Niels. Writing.

>>30065435
I'd give the all nighter most of the credit for that dream sequence anon

>>30065506
>I'd give the all nighter most of the credit for that dream sequence anon
Any reasoning behind that?

>>30065956
for some people, their minds tend to wander after the xth hour of sleep deprivation.

>>30065506
maybe we can put therapy on the things to do list. Can HR hook Ivan up for that?

Although you know that whatever flavor glop of the month it is in the mess hall would meet all of your nutritive requirements handily, you feel like some comfort food. Can’t really pin down why. Deciding it’s best not to delve too deeply into such things you send a quick comm request to Niels. The hacker opens the channel seconds later. “Hey Ivan,” he says, yawning.

“Hey Niels, you got any french toast?”

Niels stops yawning and stares at you before shaking his head. “I swear, you’re only ever focused when food’s on the table.”

You shrug.

“C’mon over you gigantic leech. I’ll see if I still got eggs.”

>>>>><<<<<

Sorry about the post times here guys, I'm a bit slow today

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You grin openly as you shut off the comm channel. It’s been ages since some decent fucking breakfast food. You trot out of your quarters and into the hallway. Looking up and down, you try to remember where Niels’ quarters are situated. A few seconds on contemplation and it clicks. You stride down the hallway, appreciating the silence of the station so early in the morning. No traffic to mess with people’s commutes kept station residents in bed until late.

A few minutes of walking and you reach the door, rapping on it loudly with calloused knuckles. The door slides open silently. Niels glances at you from over his shoulder. “Lord. I think you might be the only human being who knocks on doors instead of just pinging.”

You grunt your neutrality as you take a seat at the two seater table. A few more minutes and Niels deposits a stack of french toast in front of you, as well as several different condiments. You look at the breakfast greedily. “So, Niels,” you say, not taking your eyes off of the food “Any reason you wanted to chat?”

“Just dying to have someone eat me out of quarters and home,” replies Niels, grinning. “But seriously. I was rifling around the StrikeOut personnel files earlier. You sir, are hugely in debt.”

Niels leans forward, concern evident. “You got a plan to deal with that?”

>What sort of toppings go on your french toast? [may choose more than one]
>Buttah
>Maple Syrup
>Powdered sugar
>A delightful fruity toppping
>Nothing
>>Also, how you gonna get outta debt, boy?
>>Write ins only.

>>30066040
>Buttah
>Maple Syrup
>Powdered sugar
>A delightful fruity toppping
>>Strawberries

>>Also, how you gonna get outta debt, boy?
Wait for that bounty to come in for Dreads, duh! But hey, if he's got any ideas we're listening.

>>30066040
I'll go with >>30066080
though we should ask him about both the bounty and that HR-suggested stock program

>>30066040
>>What sort of toppings go on your french toast? [may choose more than one]
>Buttah
>Maple Syrup
>A delightful fruity toppping >Raspberry jam

>>Also, how you gonna get outta debt, boy?

Investment! Hey you may be able to help us with that...

>>30066040
>>Buttah
>>Maple Syrup
>>Powdered sugar

>>>Also, how you gonna get outta debt, boy?
Bounty money.

>>30066020
stop apologizing for being awesome. I'm just worried you'll suddenly collapse and be late for work or something.

>>30066040
Blueberries, butter and cream cheese.

I'll see what the payout on Dreads does to my balance, but I was thinking of working some tech on the side, maybe take advantage of my new fame while it lasts, too.

I honestly couldn't be assed to consider whether selling out would actually work, but I'm open to the possibility.

>>30066040
>>30066020
Syrup nigga

Also shit this didn't auto update for some reason...

>>30066040
>sweet french toast
What is this blasphemy?
>Write ins only
I'm waiting for the bounty on Dreads. If that doesn't work, I guess I'll just keep going on missions like normally.

>>30066040
>>Buttah
>>Maple Syrup
>>Powdered sugar

*huge grin* Well, Niels, funny that you should mention that. I figure that with you being the sharp-brained genius and me being the crazy axe-wielding maniac, we'd think of something together.

Of course, if the bounty comes back in on that gigantic cyborg, I'm fine - but I'm not counting on it. I think we should make some plans for the future. Perhaps something that StrikeOut might not entirely approve of.

You got any blueberries around here?

>>30066040
Ask him about the stock investment and press conference thing, if we're famous enough it might actually not be shit.

>>30066117
Seconding this.

>>30066040

BUTTTAAAHH

"well, I was thinking that batery you guys talked about could help me"

>>30066040
this french toast better have peanut butter in it or it aint real french toast

Rolled 51, 28, 72, 41 = 192

>>30066040
>Buttah
>Powdered sugar
>Raspberry jam

>>Also, how you gonna get outta debt, boy?
No idea.

>>30066130

Redskies did mention we were more than a little prominent

>>30066040
maple syrup master race here

we should ask niels about the feasibility on all our moneymakers
>bounty thing
>building and selling batteries
>stock options
>other jobs with strikeout during downtime, they need mechanics too
>stealing shit from executives like he did maybe

>>30066130
I don't think we have enough capital for that work well. Even if the stock rises 10% (a generous estimate) the profit we'd make would be a tiny amount.

>>30066080
>>30066099
>>30066100
>>30066102
>>30066104
>>30066109
>>30066117
>>30066130
>>30066137
>>30066192
All of these should be discussed. He seems like he might have useful answers or know where to get them.

>>30066228
You know who DOES have enough capital? The guy who stole 140 thousand credits on his first mission. If he puts in a good chunk of that and so do a few other rookies, and we take a bigger cut off the top 'cause it's our fame, we could make a good thirty thousand in a day.

>>30066228
Let's check how stable/volatile the stock market is, if it responds to news in a serious way we could do fine even with a small initial investment.

We should definitely look into the bounty, though.

>>30066040

you know, i never actualy ate one of those....

Alright, that's a lot of opinions, and they cover everything from toppings to stock investments. Brainstorming, then writing

>>30066370
Why not? It's so simple that even /ck/ could do it.

>>30066373
What if we invested in stocks for toppings?

>>30066427
"I'll take a thirty percent share in MapleCorp."

>>30066370
The salt-only version tastes like heaven to me.
Classic sweet French toast? Meh.
But go for it, definitely.
Best weekend breakfast ever.
>>30066427
>investing in french toast
Count me in.

>>30066386

well...it's not something we eat here....i don't even know anyone who does this actually

>>30066436
but soylentmaple is people

>>30066455
Gain ruthless, lose honorable.

>>30066265
How many credits do you think will be invested? We have 8k. Niels has the 140k. So around 150k, you would need a 20% increase in the stock price to get 30k profits.

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>>30066386
>>30066447

this is what i usualy eat, it's got ham,cheese and butter inside. some people prefer to ieat it with french bread instead

>>30066500
Every rookie in for 5K gives us another 25-30 to play with on top of that, if we wanted to play around with whatever we can get.

On top of that, HR may hook us up with some cheaper stock we can talk up, it may be a bit below market price.

>>30066528
yeah, tying in more guys might be pretty great if we can cut losses effectively

we've mentioned selling if overall value goes below 90% before, some people liked that fine

>>30066040
>Niels leans forward, concern evident. “You got a plan to deal with that?”

"Yes! ask genius friend for advice, and stop taking missions that need brand new gear"

"Also maybe ask higher ranking mercs to take me on missions I'm not ranked for yet. Dangerous, yes, but fun!"

>>30066528
how about
we just do jobs
and stop spending money on shit we don't need
like that vac-suit we needed for like 10 seconds

>>30066595
I think we still have that suit somewhere...

>>30066595
How about we do the smart thing and start preparing for when we're no longer a merc by getting some kind of long-term scheme going?

>>30066630
Which does nothing to forward our aims of eventually not being a merc.

>>30066595
How about no, we're gonna need power armor before this shit's over. You think every job's gonna have us facing security officers with nothing particularly lethal in hand?

The other mercs just told us to get more expensive implants and that's just to prevent damage.

>>30066667
money helps, anon
don't refuse money

>>30066595
>>30066629
I think we'll get use out of that vacsuit again before this quest's over.

For the love of god, Fall Guy, throw us a ninja attack before we cause a shitstorm over the stock market.

>>30066755
LETS INVEST IN THE SPACE STATION BUBBLE!

>>30066755
Calm your tits, this thread's not descending into chaos and the dream we just had was weird enough.

>>30066713
but we're spending money now to get more money later
we need MORE money now so we have less DEBT later

>>30066755
relax, we just need to get Niels and Elda in the same room and tell them "we want you to make us money with the stock market and stuff" and let them do their thing

>>30066785
mfw i was agreeing with you bro

>>30066785
We'd be looking to cash out in a few hours, probably. No need to freak out.

>>30066774

No! how bout Merccoin!

>>30066785
We need money to make money. I say we go on a few missions, build up our cash reserves and then take a look at the stock market. We can research it in the mean time.

>>30066843
Screw it, we're gonna set up a new alternative currency named FightCoins.

>>30066859
Can FightCoins be colloquially known as Teef?

>>30066853
The problem is we can only use our apparent fame to influence the stock market while it's fresh in people's minds, hence the idea of the video going viral.

We're not gonna have that five missions from now unless we keep topping ourselves by killing guys even more badass than Dreads, and we'd just end up dead if we actually managed to find any of them.

>>30066755
Suddenly

DAY TRADER NINJAS EVERYWHERE

WHEN THEY DIE FROM ONE HIT, THEIR COMPANY PORTFOLIO LOSES VALUE

Part of you wants to keep it classy. Part of you just wants a light sprinkling of powdered sugar, maybe a bit of butter. That part is shouted down by the basal lizard brain that forms the foundations of human consciousness. Again. You begin to dump everything you can reach onto the poor slabs of eggy toast, powdered sugar, maple syrup, butter, a metric fuckton of differing fruit purees (closest you’ll get to the actual thing on the Brick) and even some peanut butter. Niels stares at the aborted fruit salad that has taken form on the beleaguered pieces of bread.

“Dude. That looks like something my sister would make back when she was deep in the third trimester.”

You shovel one of the slices into your mouth. “Mmmmph,” you swallow. “Well since you so cruelly put the kibosh on my plans of becoming a professional gourmand I guess I gotta figure out a new retirement plan.”

“I mean ideally,” you continue as Niels stares disgusted at your display, “All that bounty swag from Dreads will roll in and I’ll be set for life.”

Niels snorts. “Not about to happen, if I read the HR files right.”

“Didn’t think so,” you lean forward suddenly, grinning. Ivan quails away from your smile. It is the smile that you most often wear before announcing something stupidly brilliant. “Listen man. You’ve seen how nuts the Brick has gotten over me, right?”

“Yeah,” answers Niels, brows furrowing.

“Well, I figure I’ve got maybe fifteen seconds of semi-notoriety headed my way for curbstomping Dreads, right? Let’s put that shit to good use.”

Niels sits down across from you. “Huh? How?”

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You quickly detail an elaborate plan involving a press conference, using it to give Kilburne a PR offer they can’t refuse, some opportunistic stock trading, and a koala. Niels sits back nodding. “Pretty fucking smart, yeah?”

Niels rubs his chin. “I mean yeah it is. And the way you want to try and force Kilburne to pay comp to their miners by announcing in the conference is pretty clever. There’s just one problem. You’re not nearly famous enough yet, man.”

“But I kicked ass!”

Niels shrugs. “Yeah, but there are entire merc companies dedicated to PR stunts like that, raise starlets with guns like there’s no fucking tomorrow. You know, Risachiin~ and the like. The Sphere Entertainment bunch.”

“Risachiin~? Is that the one chick with the pink hair and mini-skirt?”

“Yep,” answers Niels, nodding gravely. “Let’s be honest Ivan. You’re not ugly, but you aren’t a pink haired perpetually teenaged starlet with massive baby eyes.”

“Fuck. If only I could be a little girl. I’d be balls deep in credits.”

“Yeah. Now maybe if you wanted to make a brand of yourself, then that plan might work, but for now not feasible. Human space is a big place after all. According to Ifu, Dreads wasn’t too well known outside of the industry.”

>Well damn, there goes your ultimate master plan. Now what?
>Ask about stocks?
>What’s this Brand thing you speak of?
>Write in

>>30066973
Ask about the brand thing. And whether sending that video to a heap of news agencies can help build it.

>>30066973
>>Ask about stocks?
>>What’s this Brand thing you speak of?
Both of these.

>>30066973

batery
ask for his advice

>>30066973
>Ask about stocks?
"If I pay you a percentage of the dividends, can you just be my stock broker guy thing?"

>>30066973
"So uh... I guess there goes my master plan for credits. All I got left is helping out with my tech skills, man. I can repair shit, but that's about all. You got any bright ideas?"

Also someone mentioned a battery or somethin' right? Let's do that too

>>30066973
>>Ask about stocks?
>>What’s this Brand thing you speak of?

>>30066973
"Well, that's a crying shame. Betrayed by my Y chromosome. It looks like I'm going to have to drown my sorrows in your French Toast."

At some point while chatting bring up stocks, and the brand thing.

Also mention that we're a techie and could take care of equipment repair, refitting things for specific missions, and so on, take care of that for our friends on the side for less than what they would normally pay.

Also, there's the battery, we should take a better look at that, see if we can't do anything with it.

>>30066992
>>30067008
seconding
>>30067016
we should see if we can get him and Cy to agree to fabricate intellectual property we sieze during raids and start a mech shop or something
>>30067024
more like "If I do testimonials for relevant things, can I get an appropriate cut of a stock portfolio we manage together if my fame helps?"

>>30066973
StrikeOut has to have some enemies, yeah? Maybe we can find them and rob them blind. Probably a mission above our rating, but IDGAF.

>>30066973
seconding >>30067054

>>30066973
>>Ask about stocks?

We should consider looking again at that batery schematic.

>>30066973
Even Ivan wants to be the little girl.

>Ask about stocks?

>>30067054
>>30067072
These are basically the same, and both work.

>>30066973
>>30067008
>>30067016
>>30067072
I agree lets ask Niels about both, the battery and about testimonials. All sound like good ideas to me.

>>30067132
>>30067054

fund it

>>30067072

mecha shop seems awesome!

>>30067157
Well, we're gonna have downtime and we're gonna need a place to work if we want to make money off of undercutting StrikeOut's re-equipping fees.

>>30066973
>Fuck it, just buckle down and work hard

also, sould get around to asking 'man, what did i DO last night after i left the bar'

>>30067132

I mean, the guy got 140k in his 1º mission. we could use some advice on making money
specialy on making money on down time as we are docked for 10 more days

Alright, votes counted and all that good stuff. stocks batteries and brands oh my

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>>30067219

I have a small suspicion that SpiritGuided aka Fall Guy fell asleep.

“Tch, betrayed the Y chromosome for the dream too. Looks like I’ll need to drown my sorrows in your toast.”

You proceed to wolf down the remaining french toast, scarfing it down. “So, you seem to know a fair bit about Risachiin~ and friends.”

Niels ears turn slightly pink. “Possibly.”

“Alright, well then. You tell me about this branding business.”

Niels huffs. “Fine. From what I understand the latest fad is gritty real life combat reality TV shows. Add a bunch of teenage kids to it and you have a Brand.”

“What, no space for real men?”

“I mean, there is, and there have been, it’s just not all that common.”

“Alright then. Well how about stocks? Or that battery schematic you guys scrounged up?”

Niels looks at you, confused. “I thought Markos already sent you a copy of the schematics to dick around with. You didn’t lose it, did you?”

“Oh right. Right. Yeah I do have those, don’t I?”

>>30067634

more like Nap Guy.

Likely just getting dinner tho
>16:11
>18:54
I know depending on when i started I'd want some snacks

>>30067634
It's good to be wrong.

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Niels shrugs. “Hey, feel free to mess around with it for a few days, you’ve got time to burn anyway.”

“Yeah,” you sigh, wistfully thinking about your lost mission pay. “So what about those stocks.”

Suddnely Niels walks over to his door and checks the cracks. After a few moments, he is satisfied and sits down in front of you. Just as he does, your e-glasses warn you that an unknown prgram has temporarily subverted operations. “What the-?”

Niels nods, looking serious. “That was meant to sweep for any bugs or surveillance devices. I think we’re in the clear. Listen,” says Niels as he leans forward, “Ivan. I’m no stock guru. But I am a tech guru. I managed to snag a very interesting little tidbit from Operation Stolen Sunshine. Turns out Reyumbi corp is also responsible for patching security breaches in a few planetoids stock exchanges.”

“Go on…” you mutter, intrigued.

“I’m working on cracking their encryption. I hear they have a key to break it on hand should the need ever arise. And there’s a drop in two months that’s by pure chance happens to be striking the exact facility where they keep it.”

“Oh?”

Niels grins. “You down to drop?”

>what do you say?
>yes
>no
>maybe later

>>30067678
>>yes

>>30067678
"You know it, Niels. I'll be the wrenchman to your hacker. Who else you eyeing for this mess? I'd think we needed a medic, not to mention people to trust."

>>30067662
Indeed.

>>30067678
>yes>yes>yes>yes>yes>yes>yes>yes>yes

>>30067634
There's a good risk of that happening without warning anon. I may pull an Angelic before the thread's gotten where I want it to go.

Will this make me moe?

>>30067678
>yes
fuck yes we are, but we need details man

>>30067678
>yes
Niels is a pretty cool guy.

>>30067678
"hell yes I got your back"

>>30067678
>yes

"I'm in, I'll try not to get injured right beforehand.

Details would be nice though, knowing what we're getting into."

>>30067678
>>yes
"Damn straight, man. Any others you think would be good to get in on this?"

Later, should we bring up his crush on Tsukino afterwards and if he wants help?

>>30067678
>>yes
Nothing like bros broing it up for brodom.

>>30067722
You're too base to be moe, Fall Guy.

We will give you pillows, though.

>>30067678
>yes
WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG?

>>30067722

Fall Guy moe is the best moe.

>>30067722
KawaiiGuided~

>>30067722
>moe

moe money moe problems but a glitch ain't one

>>30067678
>HEEEEEEELL YEAH MOTHERFUCKER

>captcha: celebrated tocripple
Let's maybe get in good with medical, too.

>>30067873
Sounds like a Ivan like response.

>>30067718
>>30067873
Well, Ivan knows that Elda is a trained medic. Should we bring that up? Also, demolitions will likely come in handy, so Choi Lei will be someone who might come in.

>>30067873
>Let's maybe get in good with medical, too.

regarding gear, a lot of the higher-up mercs have a bunch of shit they bought and don't use anymore (like our spacesuit), or just got the newest shiniest models when they got dosh - which means we should stop paying retail for gear.

Organize a Merc Spring cleaningn/yard sale/used gear swap/borrowing program around the base while we're recovering.

>>30067992
This, all of my this! Elda needs a win man.

>>30067992
Let's ask him what he thinks first, and then make suggestions (incliding this suggestion).
>>30068021
Basically, this is a maybe. But some of this is nostalgia gear.
>inb4 Maxim tearfully gives us a big fucking pistol
>inb4 Darius tells us we're too scrub for his old gat

“Heeeeeeeeeelllllll Yeah Motherfucker!” You crow, trying to restrain a chuckle, “Why’d you even bother asking? Of course I’m fucking down to drop.”

You tap knuckles with Niels. “But first, I gotta know, what the fuck is the drop about anyway?”

Niels shrugs, “No idea. All I was able to find out was some preliminary deal making, advance pay, assault zone designations, that sort of thing.”

You grunt. “Alright. Well, I’m not exactly the best at self-preservation, so of course I’m still down.”

At that Niels’ expression transforms from one of excitement to one of concern. “Yeah, Ivan I’ve been meaning to speak to you about that. You gotta be more careful man. I saw your first drop report, and I saw the rough draft that Clayton sent your HR contact. It was a “D” average dude.”

“Aw damn. I’m never gonna get that performance bonus,” you say, chuckling.

“I’m serious man!” shouts Niels, slamming a palm into the kitchen table. “You keep on doing this shit, you might end up dead before me.”

>How does Ivan handle the concerned friend?
>”Niels, ain’t none of us is dying.” [Reassuring]
>”Death is the only thing that can quench my Russian vodka rage” [Humorously melodramatic]
>”You worry too much” [Brush it off]
>Write in

>>30068021
So like a swap meet, then? We could organize a weapon bazaar down on K-Level's housing development...

>>30068079
>”Niels, ain’t none of us is dying.” [Reassuring]
his concerns have merit, we're gonna need skeleton and muscle mods and upgrades and better armor to keep doing what we do

>>30068079
>>”Niels, ain’t none of us is dying.” [Reassuring]
Don't worry Niels.

I know what I am doing.

>>30068079
>Write in

Wince, rub shoulder.
"Yeah, believe me, I been close enough to death for a while. Gonna get better gear and use better tactics, at the very least some smoke grenades, jeesus."

"You got any advice?"

>>30068079
>admit that we fucked up but with UPGRADES and TRAINING we should get better

>>30068079
>>”Niels, ain’t none of us is dying.” [Reassuring]

"I'll make it back up, I promise. I got to get you hooked up with Tsukino before I die, anyways."

>>30068079
>”Niels, ain’t none of us is dying.” [Reassuring]
Also, ask him if we should get Elda in on the drop, her connections may be able to help out

>>30068079

>”Niels, ain’t none of us is dying.” [Reassuring]
> "Not if I can help it, at least"

>>30068134
>>30068119
>>30068115
Not saying that he has a point is just gonna make him less certain he can trust us for the stock shenanigans job.

>>30068079
>”Niels, ain’t none of us is dying.” [Reassuring]
>”Death is the only thing that can quench my Russian vodka rage” [Humorously melodramatic]

Combine them. Start off with some reassuring and end on a light note.

>>30068095
"Who has x, i want x for mission fuck retail prices" "anyone got y? Need it for some custom hardware job" "I bought a gunphone 5 and then a gunphone6 a week later when itcame out, anyone want a cheap gunphone 5?" "who' wants to get rid of all that shit they never use in their locker? Come meet up!" type deal.
Merclist :V

>>30068153

yeah let's admit he's right

>>30068129
>>30068126

seconding

>>30068134
This seems fun.

>>30068079
>”Niels, ain’t none of us is dying.” [Reassuring]

"I'm not quite as crazy as I seem. If I'm up against something like The Dreads or a BART I'm in less danger if I'm up close than if I'm far away. At a distance either of those could have laid down enough fire to turn me into swiss cheese, up close they're clumsier, can't use their big guns, and I'm pretty good with an axe."

>>30068176
>>30068095
We should probably ask Darius or TakeOut what they think first, might be easier to get people to start if an established merc softens up the ground before we jump up on a desk in the mess hall and start hawking wares.

>>30068079
seconding >>30068126 & >>30068129
while adding in
>”Niels, ain’t none of us is dying.” [Reassuring]
and also, end on a joke using >>30068134

>>30068079
>>30068126
I like elements of the write in admit to him that he's right, but then.
>>30068161
Reassure him, and tell a joke mon.

>>30068134
We might as well broach the subject somehow.

>>30068201
We did fix Darius' railgun, we've totally got an in.

alright writng

“Niels, ain’t none of us is dying. Now, I’ll admit I’ve come closer than comfortable, but I’m getting some better gear, some better tactics, and some goddamned smoke grenades.”

Niels chuckles, his stony expression easily breaking. Kid has trouble staying mad at anyone. “Just don’t get fragged okay? I think Valkyrie might get a bit down if her favorite ride got broken.”

You wince slightly. “Dude, I think there’s a better chance of her breaking me than anything else. Shit, why doesn’t Cy get any shit over this? He was the first one she caught after all.”

Niels grins. “Dunno. Can’t have anything to do with the barfight immediately prior, right?”

You grunt a begrudging assent as Niels checks the time on his e-glasses. “Ah crap, sorry Ivan. I got to go meet Ifu for some training.”

“Oh hey, that’s pretty cool.”

“I suppose so, but I think that for today at least, this is goodbye. Also get the fuck out of my quarters.”

You snort and roll your eyes as you take your leave of Ivan’s quarters. You’re halfway down the hallway when you remember what you wanted to say. Unfortunately, Niels is already gone, off to wherever the hell he was going anyway. “Damn,” you mutter, “And his reaction would’ve been great too.”

Ah well. That’s always something you can harass Niels with later.

Alright, that's all for today folks, I'm dead tired. Hoping to run a super thread on Sunday.

I am literally losing the ability to type cogently right now. See you all on sunday.

As always, questions and feedback is welcome.

>>30068608
Thanks for the thread. Get sleep nao.

>>30068608
get some sleep you magnificent bastard, see you sunday

>>30068608
QUICK!
You must write a 300 words long romance scene or a meteor will hit southern asia!

>>30068577
Good run man. Sleep well.

>>30068657
fuck 'em, nobody likes southern asia anyway. not even the locals.

>>30068687
BUT THE FOOD, MAN! THINK OF THEIR DELICIOUS FOOD!

>>30066509
Isn't that...just a ham and cheese toasty?

>>30068657
A fair warning, this is the result of 36 hours sleep deprivation.

Enjoy.

http://pastebin.com/FDGP39Me

>>30068740
gb2>>>/ck/

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>>30068846

>>30068846
Fucking hell Fall Guy. Im dying over here. And sadly that was better than the vast majority of fan fiction I've seen...

>>30068846
It was supposed to be a joke...

Well, mistakes into miracles.

>>30068846
you deserve a drink for that, fall guy.