>>35877648
In an unexpected complication Carya and Catrina learned a few days ago that they have some business with their family, who have contacts and assets they'll be meeting in Lodenion. They've been a bit cagey about the details, which is understandable given how much of an open wound their disownment still is. Audrey will be busy helping handle the incoming supplies and fuel aboard the ship. All three have encouraged you to take some time off to deal with family matters while you have the chance.

>Alone time with your family
>Take some friends to visit your family (who)
>Talk to the Sisters before they go (write-in)
>Other

Also, how paranoid are you feeling today?
>White: completely relaxed. There's absolutely nothing to fear; you're going home.
>Yellow: relaxed, but alert. This might turn ugly at any second, but it also might not.
>Orange: heightened alert. Today will probably turn ugly, it's just a matter of how and when.
>Red: active combat mindset. Other people will notice your state and react accordingly.

>>35877685
>Talk to the Sisters before they go (write-in)
Generally put them at ease, even if their family meet mucks up, we can spend some time afterwards doing something together.

>Yellow: relaxed, but alert. This might turn ugly at any second, but it also might not.

>>35877685
>>Alone time with your family
>Orange: heightened alert. Today will probably turn ugly, it's just a matter of how and when.

>>35877685
>Take some friends to visit your family (who)
Minerva. Introduce her as our daughter...

serious vote;
>Alone time with your family
>Yellow: relaxed, but alert. This might turn ugly at any second, but it also might not.

>>35877648
Two birds with one stone. Take the Sisters to visit the family and discuss their family in-transit to meet ours. Can also take Mineva to troll our little brother plus to troll our family.

Newtype, remember? Newtype kids grow extremely fast. Dad will quickly catch on and help us screw with our mother. Then we tell them we captured another Zeon princess since they know we're boning Haman.

>Yellow
Discuss moving them onto the Nagato for the timebeing or helping them relocate to a more secure location. Inform them things are going to get Bad.

>>35877819
Actually, take Serena AND Mineva. She never gets any screen-time. One is thirteen the other is five. It'll be even more entertaining to watch our mother suffer a mental breakdown.

>>35877842
wait who is Serena

>>35877685
Can we take the sisters with us to meet our family?

Mostly to see how they're doing, tell them that we're there if they need us, ask them if they need anything and whether they want to talk about it.

>>35877874
Haman's little sister.

>>35877874
Haman's sister. We nabbed her, Mineva, Natalie, and Char's wingmen.

>>35877878
No, you can't. Because they have their own thing to be doing at roughly the same time.

You COULD try to convince them to take you with them if you wanted. I'll give you an extra ten minutes to discuss it.

>>35877874

Haman's little sister

>>35877842
Ill back this. It'll be nice to introduce them

>>35877685
>Take some friends to visit your family (who)
Minerva, Haman, Serena, Rossie and Karen.

>Yellow
Talk about them moving on to the Nagato due to things going to get bad soon.

>>35877988
Bah. I forgot to added Sayla to the people to take.

>Also, how paranoid are you feeling today?
Is it because it's Halloween? Are we going to run into Newtype ghosts?

>>35877911
>You can't
>Convince her to take us with her

It's pretty obvious she's walking into a snatch-and-grab or an assassination attempt. Offer to get her something nice that does not involve our D. Preferably a custom-built pistol or Voight's head on a pike. Ask her to wait or come with us temporarily.

>>35877842
I'm not so sure it's a good idea to move around with the princesses minus an escort and having a large group visit the folks will draw unwanted attention, which we probably already have to some degree thanks to gigantoship.

>>35877685
>Talk to the Sisters before they go (write-in)
Ask them if they need any backup on this. Someone shadowing them just in case, you know?

>Yellow: relaxed, but alert. This might turn ugly at any second, but it also might not.

>>35877988
>>35878008
Vote changed to this
>>35877685
>Talk to the Sisters before they go (write-in)
Ask them if they need any backup on this. Someone shadowing them just in case, you know?

>Yellow: relaxed, but alert. This might turn ugly at any second, but it also might not.

>>35877911
Can we convince Carrina take a few mooks and grunts from the Nagato's security compliment as insurance? She doesn't know what she's walking into, after all.

>>35878047
I doubt we'd expose the luxury yacht we picked up this early. It's already fully stocked and loaded. The Valkyrie on the otherhand wouldn't be. Which is what we'll be using for any meaningful reconnaissance and scouting. Still, getting Mineva out and about is good for her even if it's incredibly risky. Kids been cooped up for too long.

>>35877685
>>35877803
Seconded. DAAATTTTRUUUUUU

>>35877685
First order of business, you check to make sure your sidearm is loaded: which it is. Safety off, hammer down, round chambered. Typical for a double-action pistol nowadays. Then, you fish a small pocket pistol out of the drawer by your bed and tuck it in your waistband before dashing out the door to catch the sisters before they leave.

Carya smiles and waves you over. "Here to see me off?" she asks, forcing a chipper tone.

"You've got your sidearm, right?" you ask

"Sure, loaded and ready to go. What's that?" Carya asks, eying you as you produce the pocket pistol: a narrow little thing designed to be tucked into a pocket or bag and all but disappear.

You give her a nervous grin. "I don't trust your family," you admit, "and I don't think you should either. I know you're hoping for the best... so at least tell me you've planned for the worst."

Carya and Catrina throw their arms around you immediately after checking the second pistol and tucking it away.

"I know you're worried," they tell you. "But this is something I have to do."

"I'll feel you wherever you are," you reassure them. "If anything happens, I'll come running."

Carrina gives you a sad smile. "I hope you don't have to."

And then she turns to walk down the gantry into the colony. You shake your head sadly, and turn back into the Nagato's corridors to make your own arrangements.

Darting around the ship, you ask many of your crew whether they'd like to have lunch with your family.

Artesia politely declines, citing a need to inventory medical supplies for a crew of some 1,500 for several months, and Karen is busy as all hell as well. But Haman and Rossweisse are perfectly happy to come along, and Lady Mineva insists on joining in. Of course, Serena insists on coming to look after Mineva: despite barely being a teenager, the younger Karn seems to have a similarly grown-up sense of responsibility.
(1/2)

Well I'm happy with what got written.

Should nickname the Nagato Valhalla. Then whenever Haman's boat comes online, Christen it Einherjar.

So how did we explain to the Titans about the Nagato?

>>35878245
Your father answers the door with a frown, looking down at Serena and Mineva. The little Zeon princess is hiding behind Serena's skirt as best she can, despite her caretaker trying to disappear as well.

"Ah dinne know ya liked 'em so young, boy," your father growls, his mouth splitting open in a smile as Serena blushes and stutters.

"One's my sister, the other is Dozle Zabi's love child," Haman insists nonchalantly. "Say hi, you two."

Rossweisse snickers into the sleeve of her Titans jacket.

How do you explain your reason for being here to your father?
>They may be in danger while you're away, so they should take precautions
>They should come with you on the Nagato
>Other

>>35878325
>They may be in danger while you're away, so they should take precautions
We can't ask them to just up and relocate their entire lives. But they should know to be careful.

Also, didn't our dad already meet Serena and Mineva? There was mention of our parents coming over for our birthday and Mineva being quite taken with him.

>>35878325
>>They may be in danger while you're away, so they should take precautions

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>>35878324
>implying they even bother asking for an explanation anymore

>>35878363
... fuck, I did say that, didn't I.

Chalk it up to the Scotch

>>35878325
>They may be in danger while you're away, so they should take precautions

>>35878376
So we've become King Crimson of the Titans?
>Dominic O'Hara - He Just Works

>>35878325
"Could you grab mom, pops? And get the Good Stuff."

"How much did you watch of the broadcast some time ago between me and Ronan Voight? If you have, then I'll inform you right now he's specifically gunning for me and my unit as I hurt his smug, Principality pride. He's a snake of a man who would sink to any depths to get what he wants - and nearly succeeded - not long ago. We survived multiple Jormungandr satellite installations in short. Not a whole lot of soldiers made it out of that one."

"In short, I'm worried Voight will go after those closest to me. Especially unguarded family. So, could you come with me to my ship for safety and insurance until I have this fucker's head on a pike?"

>>35878325
>>They may be in danger while you're away, so they should take precautions

>>35878376
Yeah, they wouldn't, would they? After the fourth time we showed up with completely new mobile suits they have no record of, they probably just gave up. At this point they're used to Dominic having far more resources than he should. Any time we pull something like this they just file it under "Reasons Not to Trust Commander O'Hara" and leave it at that.

>>35878325

"Apparently the fate of humanity rests upon my shoulders and I have at least four different groups wanting me dead... Oh, and We're undertaking a new investigation which is guaranteed to make several very influential people nervous...
So I am here to procure more supplies"

>>35878325
>>35878472
Voting for this

>>35878472
Those weren't Jormungadrs, they were even older tech. It was a quantity over quality sort of thing. If it had been Jormungandrs they would have punched right through the anti-beam chaff. Instead we just got hit with some old laser turrets. Much more survivable.

>>35878572
I trust KoH to be accurate about what happened even if we aren't.

>>35878449
>King Crimson of the Titans?
someone should go to a Drawthread and ask them tp draw Dominic's head replacing King Crimson's.
And then we can post it whenever we get new things whose origin we can't explain.

>>35878522
>far more resources than he should

Speaking of, gotta get Nina on-board the Valhalla. We have our mobile hq finally.

>>35878572
>weren't Jormungandrs

Dunno about that. One or two of those lasers probably did have a Jormungandr output. They just missed or we had enough beam chaff to nullify it. If they had all been killsats, then we would have been screwed.

>>35878602
Dude. A shot in the middle of nowhere managed to cripple and effectively mission kill a Salamis in one hit. ABC isn't going to do jack shit.

>>35878325
“Look,” you tell your parents after swallowing a big bite of sandwich. “I know you can't just leave on the Nagato with us, since you've got important jobs here. And honestly putting you on the front lines would just be dumb.”

“Incredibly,” your mother agrees.

“But the Principality and Mars are both gunning for me already: the new leader ofhte remnants tried to off me personally once already. And Titans may join them at some point if things keep going the way they have. So I'd like to make a few arrangements to help keep you safe.”

“An ya thin' it's the sorta thin' yer local coppers can' deal with?” your father asks, wiping a bit of split pea soup out of his beard. “What're ya gonna bring in that'd keep us getting' kidnapped?”

“Maybe you could get some guards assigned here?” your sister asks quietly, a little more obviously concerned at the situation.

Haman nods. “We have some pull with Cima Garahau, so we could get a few Republic troops stationed nearby.”

“I'm not sure I'm keen on that...” your mother frowns. “That much fuss'd draw attention.”

Your father, on the other hand, merely settles into his chair. “Ahm no great warrior, darlin'. Ah couldn' keep us safe forever, ya know that. Ahd bite a bullet an that'd be an end ah me, an' you'n tha kids'd be on yer own.”

>You can double the guards the Londenion city council has on your family
>You'll call Cima, get a squad of their marines moved in nearby
>Other

Also,
>Roll 2d100, best of first three

>>35878693
And? It's not like I said they were jormungandr. I said I trusted KoH to have Dom give his parents an accurate rundown of what happened.

>>35878693
It was a series of shots. It was an overwhelming number of shots, a few of which touched off exposed ammunition and caused a chain of internal explosions.

Rolled 51, 88 = 139 (2d100)

>>35878721

Rolled 49, 48 = 97 (2d100)

>>35878721

>>35878721

Rolled 57, 9 = 66 (2d100)

>>35878721
>>You can double the guards the Londenion city council has on your family

>>35878688
Get Nina her own ship, have Kou and Burning on it as pilots. They can do more research for AE that way.

And they can park it on the Nagato.

>>35878753
I was referring to the Jormungandr.

>>35878721
>>You can double the guards the Londenion city council has on your family

Rolled 13, 2 = 15 (2d20)

>>35878721

Rolled 97, 14 = 111 (2d100)

>>35878721
>You can double the guards the Londenion city council has on your family

>>35878789
Ah, as in its appearance in canon. Gotcha.

Rolled 4, 68 = 72 (2d100)

>>35878721
>You can double the guards the Londenion city council has on your family
>Other
Have the equivalent of a personal bunker built into some place inconspicuous. Rig it so that it can eject as a space life boat too.

>>35878721
>Other
Gundanium Panic Room?


>>35878758
one middling and one good roll...

>>35878721
>You'll call Cima, get a squad of their marines moved in nearby

And I rolled the wrong amount of dice.

Rolled 94, 55 = 149 (2d100)

>>35878721
Look into setting up a proper bug-out plan for them. The more we double-up the security on the colony or bring in our own security, no matter how discretely, the more attention we draw.

A proper fake identity for all of them, enough liquid capital for one week, firearm training, and a guaranteed means to get off Londenium in a hurry is our best bet.

Morever. Vigilance. They must be on alert. Any signs of new people moving in next door. A stepvan out of place on the street should have them getting out.

Rolled 8, 15, 48, 3 = 74 (4d100)

>>35878758

>>35878721
>>You'll call Cima, get a squad of their marines moved in nearby

>>35878721
Getting any guards to appear nearby in uniform would be drawing too much attention. So they'll have to be undercover.

Next, we should get both Cima's and local forces to be nearby. I don't trust that one side wouldn't sell us out or blackmail us using our parents - so it's better to have a backup group as well.

Also, do we have some money we can spare? Get a safe room for our family, as well as a house off-colony (or somewhere safe).

>>35878864
>>35878721
This

Rolled 2, 37 = 39 (2d100)

>>35878914
I really don't want to bring in outside contractors. It creates a hole which can be exploited by outside elements. We keep this in house and down low.

>>35878877
Wow, look at these rolls.
We actually managed to beat them all with ours.
now we just need to wait and see if they belong to our allies or to our enemies.

>>35878877
I hope these are opposition rolls.

Rolled 8, 18 = 26 (2d100)

>>35878877
>>35878877
And I guess we get the outside contractors. Fuck. Better pray their loyalty is to their employer first and not the highest bidder or we're going to have dead family.

Why didn't you listen, Dominic? Keep these matters in-house as to limit security leaks.

>>35879052
unless they are Italian contractors we should be fine since most mercs don't fuck over who pays them since it gives them a shit rep and means less money in their pocket

>>35878822
>>35878825
I want to point out how retarded this is. Remember the Principality vault that offered hilariously little resistance?

Yeah. Now put a bunch of squishy meatbags in there.

>>35878721
“I'll use my pull to have the council put more guards on you all,” you decide. “A team of Republicans would look too suspicious. But I'd also like you to come up with a bugout plan, in case something serious happens that the cops can't handle.”

Haman nods. “This is a custom-built house, right?”

“Aye, 'tis,” your father confirms. “Ahm guessin' you'll be wantin' the plans an drafts?”

Haman nods...

… and then it happens.

Your mind is suddenly overwhelmed with a sudden sense of dread: you've been keeping your senses extended for the last hour and a half, focusing on the Sisters.

They're in trouble.

And as it happens, so are you.

A sense of vertigo passes through you, and for a moment you lose all sense of place and time as your mind is assaulted by foreign thoughts and sensations, before you slam into the ground. Hard.

Coming up you find yourself lying in a clearing surrounded by dead trees with a clump of dead grass stuck in your mouth: the parlor of your parent's home is gone. Spitting the offending blades out, you turn quickly about to see where you've landed, and find two confused and frightened young Newtypes alongside you.

“The hell is going on?” Haman asks you nervously, eying the dead woods and cloudy sky. Other than her voice, the only thing you hear is the sighing sound of the wind blowing among the sticks and branches. An arc of lighting illuminates the clearing as Rossweisse stares at you, her eyes betraying intense mistrust.

“What...” she mutters, her gaze moving past you.

Looking over your shoulder you see a narrow dirt path...
>Try and make sure you're all real (how?)
>Examine your surroundings more carefully (d100)
>Follow the path
You shouldn't keep him waiting

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>35879129
>Examine your surroundings more carefully (d100)
Looks like we're doing a Halloween episode.

>>35879129
>Examine your surroundings more carefully (d100)

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>35879129
>Follow the path
>Examine your surroundings more carefully (d100)
We can examine our surroundings while walking down the path.

Is this the same place we ended up in before that nuke went off?

>>35879167
Damn right you are. I thought it high time to explore the setting a bit more as well.

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>35879129
>>Examine your surroundings more carefully (d100)

>>35879129
>Try and make sure you're all real (how?)
A hug and a kiss for Haman and Rossweisse, duh.

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>35879129
>Examine your surroundings more carefully (d100)

>>35879178
No. A 75 will probably be enough to learn a bit more about it, though.

>>35879197
Damn. Nice job.

>>35879129
>You shouldn't keep him waiting

>>35879197

we examine the Shit out of this place...

>>35879218
Holy ballsack. SAN loss incoming

>>35879129
>the sisters are in trouble

Fucking called it. It is a snatch-and-grab or assassination attempt. And that is why you take backup no matter how much the other party insists you not.

Bite the inside of your cheek. Hard. Calm your fucking racing mind and don't panic. Focus on those around you. Reach out with your hands and find an anchor in the real world. If mother was baking cookies for the little ones, latch onto the familiar smell to draw our mind back to the real. Focus on the things we Know and not this world.

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>35879129
>Examine your surroundings more carefully (d100)

>>35879235
Welp.

>>35879187
At least this isn't a Christmas Episode.
I am not looking forward to having to deal with the ghost of Gundams Past, Present and Future.

>>35879235
>>35879197
97 Man All the San loss.

>>35879235
Call of cthulhu....

>>35879250
>The Ghost of Gundams Future takes us to SEED Destiny
No, please, surely it's not too late for us to change this!

>>35879129
“No...” you mutter, running towards the dirt path. “This isn't.... this isn't right...”

“Dom?” Rosse asks nervously. “What's not right?”

“This whole place,” you reply. “Everything. It doesn't feel like you or me or Haman, and I can feel Carya and Catrina down this path... it's not any of us.”

Haman places a hand on your shoulder. “You mean... like the dreams we sometimes have?”

You nod. “If it's not one of ours... whose is it?”

You'll need to face him to reach them. Be confident.

Ignoring the voice inside your head, as well as all your animal instincts telling you to run as far away from where you're going as you can, you set a course straight down the dirt path with Haman and Rosse in tow. Looking around you can see that even when the lightning flashes, which would normally throw everything into sharper relief, the world you've found yourself in looks blurred, and insubstantial: like the morning after a night of too much tequila, only without the vomiting.

“You hear that?” Haman whispers, taking a knee. Rossweisse creeps up to a tree and pops her head around the side, and motions for you to come forward.

What you see in front of you looks like a carnival: a series of striped tents set up on the lawn in front of a menacing, ruined old building. There's even a Ferris wheel, and the sound of carny music tickles your ears... though it sounds slightly distorted, and off pitch. All the structures are just as blurred and hazy as the woods you woke in, and the lights seem a bit too bright for your surroundings to still be this dark. A sense of familiarity strikes you as an unseen bell tolls the hour: one o'clock.

Nothing about this is right, but something compels you to move on.
Good luck. Believe nothing he tells you.
>Approach the carnival cautiously
>Sneak into one of the tents
>Approach loudly, pretend to be guests enjoying the sights
>Other

>>35879415
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9OQeysvccnM

IT BEGINS

>>35879415
>Approach the carnival cautiously

>>35879415
>Approach the carnival cautiously

>>35879415
>>Sneak into one of the tents

>>35879415
>>Approach the carnival cautiously

>>35879415
>Approach the carnival cautiously

>>35879415
>Approach loudly, pretend to be guests enjoying the sights
Newtypes? What Newtypes? We're just another part of the dream world.

>>35879415
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QFvt2cNSOaM

>>35879415
Check our inventory. What are we carrying? We may have Carnival Tickets.

Hm. Kiss them. A deep, tongue dueling kiss for both Rosse and haman. We're fucking terrified, right? Give ourselves and our two ladies a morale boost. It's only a Dream. We can conquer whomever nightmare this is.

>>35879415
>Approach loudly, pretend to be guests enjoying the sights
Go big, like the suggestion said.

>>35879415
> Approach loudly, pretend to be guests

Ah, shit. Is this Poopsmith's mindscape?

>>35879580
I made that connection too. Papsmere Circus is his one-true fan nickname, after all...

>>35879415
>Approach loudly, pretend to be guests enjoying the sights

Never let them see you sweat.

I hope this isn't canon. Because honestly having the PC go insane because of a Halloween episode seems like it would suck.

>>35879415
>Approach loudly, pretend to be guests enjoying the sights

Just need to keep an eye out for the Illustrated Man.

...think that Dom's ever read "Something Wicked This Way Comes"?

>>35879639
I'd be more irritated over the Sisters getting killed off off-screen because /tg/ wanted to explore the 2spooky carnival instead of shooting ourselves to wake up and go pull their delicious ass out of the fire.

Rolled 46, 12, 35, 2, 20, 50 = 165 (6d100)

>>35879415
Absent-mindedly, you stick one hand into your jacket's pocket... and find a ticket there.

"Girls," you whisper, "check your pockets."

They do as you request, and sure enough each of you has a single adult ticket of admission.

"What the FUCK," Haman hisses.

Rosse glances in your direction. "They want us to go over there."

"Well," you conclude after a moment's thought. "No need to sneak in like thieves when we've got tickets. Just follow me."

As you approach the carnival grounds, there's a sad-looking clown at the entrance who takes your tickets.

"Three special guests," he observes. "Well, GO RIGHT IN!" he shouts, suddenly more manic than morose. A honk or two from a horn at his belt encourages you to press onward into the carnival.

"Fucking CLOWNS..." Rosse mutters, shivering in fear and disgust.

Looking around you, there seem to be the usual attractions: bumper cars, a few tents for shows, the Ferris wheel, a haunted house, and stalls of various fried junk food items on sticks. The smell is absolutely atrocious, and it makes you want to eat all the things you can get your hands on.

Sadly, you have no money in your pockets...
>d100 best of three

>>35879866
IF they get killed because we wander the spooky carnival I vote suicide.

>>35879866
Pretty sure they're also in the carnival.

>>35879866

I'd be more pissed if this ended up with the sisters being captured and shoved into some self-piloting, mind controlling or drugging Newtype weapon as per Gundam cliche.

Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>35879876

>>35879866
The creepy voice says we'll need to face him to reach them. We know they're in danger, but does it need to be physical danger? They could be trapped in the spooky dreamscape, too.

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>35879876
inb4 1

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>35879876

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>35879876

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>35879876
Let’s see if this gets in soon enough to matter.

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>35879876

>>35879893
Oh well. That's a few details missed, then.

Nothing crucial just yet.
>writing

>>35879910
SON OF A BITCH FUCKING POST TIMERS WHARRGARBL

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>35879897
Which brings up a thought. We were actively monitoring the Sisters with our mind. We were probably drawn into the psychic attack directed at them actually.

Oh shit. We're stuck in a prototype Angel Halo, aren't we?

so I am on ep 34 of zeta how much scumyer does old pappy get

>>35880002
if so then i fucking called it last thread

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>35880048
You ain't seen nothing yet.

>>35879925
"You see that?" Haman whispers, pointing to the stalls.

You squint. "... no?"

"No food," Rosse observes. Sure enough the bins where you'd usually find ice cream bars and soda and fried crap that'd probably give you a coronary just looking at it are all empty. You can smell the promised snacks, but the blurry outlines of the vendors hand nothing but air to their equally blurry customers. The whole transaction is utterly wordless: like the background of a silent film

Lightning splits through the sky, illuminating the whole scene briefly before everything drops back to the strange, blurry sepia that seems to be normal around here.

He's here. Please, hurry.

"That tent," you declare, narrowing down the Sisters' location to the large tent at the end of the grounds.

"The big top," Haman notes. "Figures she'd be there."

"Let's go," Rosse decides, taking the lead as you storm towards the big top...

... only to run headlong into something altogether unexpected.

They're hovering near the bearded lady: even blurred and largely black and white, you can tell she'd be quite pretty were it not for the matted facial hair.

Before her stands a man... or rather, the shadow of a man. His silhouette is visible to you as a line of distortion greater than the norm, where light seems to bend around his edges. Inside the silhouette is nothing at all: just vacant, vacuous, never-ending blackness.

The Hollow Man, he calls himself... hang on... really? That's just immature.

Strange, that voice sounds almost feminine...

Near the Hollow Man there floats a small "hole" in the air, about the size of a golfball. The empty space is just as white as the Hollow Man is black, with little azure flames licking around the perimeter. It holds steady a few feet off the ground, as if staring the Hollow Man hard in his nonexistent eyes.
(1/2)

>>35880002

Nah, couldn't be. While tech is being rushed, we seem to still be in Zeta territory, leaning towards maybe CCA. Unless we see something bust out MEPE or the Wings of Light, the Angel Halo shouldn't be around yet.

On top of that, the only people retarded enough to actually try and build that contraption would be Panini's Axis Zeon, and they don't have the resources, Psycommu tech or even the Newtypes to pull it off.

Shit, they can't even build a normal Psycommu, what makes you think they could build a giant space fortress (or the array equipment, assuming they used Axis as base) that does something that complicated? Especially since Panini hates Newtypes and probably wouldn't ever use one in the same way as the Angel Halo does.

Which would be putting one in the core powering it, which in Newtype terms might as well mean "is in charge" if the mind is sufficiently powerful enough.

>>35880153
"WELCOME!" the Hollow Man greets you loudly, as if noticing you for the first time. Which it most certainly isn't... he knew you were here, and now he's just trying to put on a show of amiability.

Clever boy... you may survive this yet.

"So," the 'man' continues after throwing a look at the white orb of emptiness, "what do you think of my carnival? I AM the proprietor, so it pains me somewhat to see three of my most honored guests ignoring the attractions."
>We're just here to go to the big top (d100)
>We're here to meet a friend (d100)
>What sort of "attractions"? The stands haven't even got food in them!
>Other

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>35880252
>>We're here to meet a friend (d100)

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Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>35880252
>We're here to meet a friend (d100)

>>35880153
>Hollow Man
An empty vessel?

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>35880252
>We're here to meet a friend (d100)

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>35880252
>>We're here to meet a friend (d100)

>>35880252
>Other
"Well, it would have been downright rude to start before greeting our host, wouldn't it? So, what can you tell me about this carnival? Any rides in particular that you'd recommend?"

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>35880252
>We're here to meet a friend (d100)

Well I hope another option wins. If its the big top one it's one that has a higher score.
Honestly I'm tempted to use a dice roller like invisible castle if KoH let's us.

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>35880252
>We're just here to go to the big top (d100)
>We're here to meet a friend (d100)

>>35880286
Seriously doubt it.

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>35880252
>We're just here to go to the big top (d100)

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>35880252
Whatever you do, don't let him touch you.

Point at your watch.

"Me and my companions want to see the main attraction. We're on a tight schedule, you see, so we cannot fully enjoy your Carnival. Is the Big Top where the Show is to take place? I hear it's supposed to be a real treat for the mind."

>>35880286
>>35880365

Sounds cooler than Molester Man.
He's trying to hard.

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>35880252
>What sort of attractions do you mean? No food, no prizes, no rides, one sideshow... this is the worst carnival I've ever been to. Now, my friends and I are going to meet the rest of our party in that tent (pointing to the big top as we say this) and if we don't like whatever show you have in there we're going to leave. And it'll have to be an incredible show, because right now you're getting a one-star review on Space Yelp.

Stop voting for the meet a friend vote people. The highest we got for it is a forty-two.

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>35880427
I think he asks for rolls... After the vote. So it doens't matter.

>>35880470
That's never how he has done it before. He takes the best from the first three rolls for an option.

>>35880427
>>35880470
>>35880488
Either way, the rolls were a failure or a borderline failure. So it makes little practical difference.

>writing

>>35880286
Probably not him, but what about Char himself? He's certainly hollow enough. And it would explain the female voice warning us about him, if Artesia is trying to help us. The "oh, come on, that's just immature" comment, too.

>>35879461
Off topic, but has that album cover always had a tiger cub on it?

>>35880408
>Space Yelp

The Red Comet
Location: Fal Opan, Axis
$$$$ - Pubs
Rating:

"The service is great and the bar has a solid selection, but you'd have to be a Zabi to actually afford anything." - N. Balzac

>>35880522
Be ready, I'm powerless here.

"Well, you see we're in a hurry to get to the big top," you explain. "A friend of ours is there."

"Oh," the Hollow Man replies with a high, cruel laugh. "But you have friends with you already! Wouldn't you like to meet them?"

Haman looks at you nervously as a sharp pain fills your mind. "Dom... what's happening!?"

Suddenly, you find yourself at the back of a tent. Before you are tiers of benches, each filled by the blurry outlines of men in businesswear. And on the stage, a familiar face...

"On this day," Haman proclaims into a microphone, "we declare that there is no longer a need for an 'Earth Federation'! After our victory, the whole of humanity can stand united! Under the supremacy of Zeon, all humanity will stand as one!"

The stands erupt into applause even as Rosse's jaw drops: how did Haman get down there onto the stage?

"No way..." Rosse whispers, confused. "That's really... her?"

"Further," Haman continues, seemingly oblivious to what she's saying, "we declare the resistance movements that have come into being across the Earth to be nothing more than terrorists! We cannot allow such villains to divide our people any longer, and so we declare that they will be eliminated within the coming weeks."

More applause.

This is wrong... the conviction in her words shocks you, though there's also a glimmer in her eye. A faint trace of recognition.
>Point out to Haman that she's no longer with Zeon
>Point out the inherent flaw in imposing peace by killing your opposition
>Remind her of who and what you are to each other
>Other?

Pick one and only one.

>>35880711
>Remind her of who and what you are to each other

Get up there on stage with her.

>>35880711
>Point out the inherent flaw in imposing peace by killing your opposition
>Remind her of who and what you are to each other

I'm torn between these two, but leaning towards Reminding.

>>35880711
>>Remind her of who and what you are to each other

>>35880751
This.

>>35880697
>Alt text stars don't show

All my hard work, it comes to nothing.

>>35880751
this

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>>35880711
>Remind her of who and what you are to each other

>>35880711
>>Point out the inherent flaw in imposing peace by killing your opposition
>Remind her of who and what you are to each other

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>35880711
Your games are getting old, Shadow Man.

Jump up on stage and take the microphone. Motion for Rosseweisse to join you with Haman. Kiss her you fool.

>>35880711
>>Remind her of who and what you are to each other

is this speech from zz, been a long time since i watched it

>Remind her of who and what you are to each other

>>35880711
>>Remind her of who and what you are to each other

>>35880871
No, but it's intended to remind you of ZZ.

>>35880711
>>Remind her of who and what you are to each other

>>35880711
>Remind her of who and what you are to each other
Considering that Haman agreed wholeheartedly to Dominic's sentiment of sparing the Zeon remnants that would've been executed on the spot by our Titan reinforcements, it's jarring to see her do a 180, even if it is a Newtype dreamscape.

Rolled 35, 2, 71 = 108 (3d100)

>>35880711
"I'm going down there," you mutter, rising to your feet and bum-rushing the podium. Strangely, the only one who seems to react to this outburst is Haman herself.

"Who is this man?" she demands. "What are you..."

Reaching across the podium, you grab Haman by her ears and look her straight in the eyes. She looks back at you, with only the vaguest hint that she knows who you are.

"That doesn't sound like the young woman I fell in love with," you tell her quietly.

"I... who are you?" Haman asks. Her voice, which was booming a second ago, now strikes you as uncertain.

You smile at her. "You know me. You know that I'm real, and that all this?" you motion to the crowds behind you. "All that's an illusion. A part of you knows it, I can tell."

"Dom... inic?"

"That's right."

Haman's eyes widen slowly, and she points at something over your shoulder. "I... did that..."

Turning to look, you see a long, metallic cylinder falling through the clouds above a city in the far distance, the walls of the tent suddenly gone. You hear laughter... and it's unmistakeably Haman's.

A second later the colony hits the city directly in a bright flash.

"That's what I could have been," Haman whispers in terror.

You smile, hugging her tightly. "But it's not what you chose," you remind her. "Now come on. It's time to leave these shadows behind."

As Haman returns your embrace the tent returns. Not filled with phantom senators or falling colonies, but just an empty tent. Still the product of a dream, but an improvement.

Where is the quiet one.
>d100, best of three

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>35881202

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>35881202
Good question.

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>35881202

>>35881229
You! Thank you!

For some reason, I think Dominic is going to have the hardest time dealing with whatever scenario he ends up in.

Rolled 71, 47 = 118 (2d100)

>>35881229
"Where's Rosse?" you ask suddenly, looking around the empty tent.

Haman's eyes widen. "She's not in the tent... she's outside somewhere."

Stretching your senses, you feel that indeed the "quiet one" as the voice called her is still here somewhere, so you follow your senses.

"I see you came out with..." the Hollow Man begins before you silence him with a glare and a finger.

What does that gesture mean? Oh well, it can't be complimentary.

Your senses bring you to another tent... what could have possessed her to come in here?

What if I told you it wasn't her choice?

Inside you see Rossweisse standing close with two people, tears of joy in her eyes.

The woman has Rosse's eyes.

>Interrupt, this isn't real. You need to leave. Now. (d100)
>Wait and see how this plays out.

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>35881354
>Interrupt, this isn't real. You need to leave. Now. (d100)

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>35881354
>Interrupt, this isn't real. You need to leave. Now. (d100)

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>35881354
>Interrupt, this isn't real. You need to leave. Now. (d100)

>>35881395
Thank the god I and someone else beat you. Since 4chans dice tend to be close together that could have been bad

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>35881354
>Interrupt, this isn't real. You need to leave. Now. (d100)

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>35881354
>Interrupt, this isn't real. You need to leave. Now. (d100)
"Rosse, I know that this seems amazing for you. But considering where we are I think that staying here too long will end in it turning bad. Like, they'll start saying they hate you or something like that meant to crush your spirits. Don't give that thing a chance to hurt you."

>>35881378
I honestly thought there'd be more discussion.

>writing

>>35881466
Just Saw Evil Haman. This could be her parents telling her she needs to go to cyber newtype camp.

So, chance that the helpful voice is the ghost of Lalah Sune?

>>35881478
Or that they gave her up. Similar to how the sisters' parents gave her up.

>>35881493
Zero. She's off haunting Amuro's Haro's onahole.

>>35881466
It's a creepy dream world, do you really think we're going to assume that specters of the parents she never knew AREN'T a trap? Come on, that's like Horror 101.

>>35881530
I'd rather take chances with Voight than dick off in Nyarthlotep's Dreamlands.

>>35881580
Yeah, this is most likely Voight's doing. He has a reason to go after the sisters, he could contact their parents (probably has them working for him as well) and he has one reported Newtype working for him.

So, we'll have Panini's Zeon which hates Newtypes, and Voight's Zeon that's all about Newtypes to deal with.

>>35881354
"Rosse," you tell her tenderly, dragging Haman along with you as you step in to confront her.

The phantoms of Rossweisse's parents look so real to you, and the looks in their eyes take you off guard for a moment. But it's the same: not just the same sort of sorrow at being confronted, but their eyes and expressions are LITERALLY identical. They're mockeries of the real thing, which sets your blood boiling.

"My parents," Rosse tells you, smiling through her tears. Then, the smile fades a bit.

"... but... they..."

"They're not real," you insist. "Come on, let's..."

You're too late... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Rosse kneels before the broken bodies of her parents. All around you the tent burns with a heatless flame, and debris is strewn about the ground. One chunk as landed on the two adults, who seem to be covering a third, unseen figure. Their blood decorates the whole scene around their half-crushed remains.

"I... couldn't even bury them," Rosse recollects, tears flowing freely now. "They gave their lives... I was weak... I'm always weak... I can't..."

Her whole body shakes with the sobs, from her raven-black hair to her toes. To your mind, to Haman's, and even to the Sisters', Rosse's anguish is actually intense enough to cause an almost physical pressure.
>Come on, we can't stay here.
>You're stronger than you were then. Strong enough to protect what you cherished: their sacrifice wasn't for nothing.
>Let me help you bury them this time.
>Other

>>35881649
>You're stronger than you were then. Strong enough to protect what you cherished: their sacrifice wasn't for nothing.

I have a feeling if we try to bury them they'll be moved or zombifiy or some shit.

>>35881649
>>You're stronger than you were then. Strong enough to protect what you cherished: their sacrifice wasn't for nothing.

>>35881649

>Come on, we can't stay here.
>You're stronger than you were then. Strong enough to protect what you cherished: their sacrifice wasn't for nothing.

If we want to bury her fake parents, we can do a nice imaginary little burial service once we get to Not Here, Elsewhere.

>>35881649
>You're stronger than you were then. Strong enough to protect what you cherished: their sacrifice wasn't for nothing.

>>35881649
>>Come on, we can't stay here.
>>You're stronger than you were then. Strong enough to protect what you cherished: their sacrifice wasn't for nothing.

>>35881649
>>You're stronger than you were then. Strong enough to protect what you cherished: their sacrifice wasn't for nothing.
and
>Let me help you bury them this time.

>>35881649
>>You're stronger than you were then. Strong enough to protect what you cherished: their sacrifice wasn't for nothing.
>Let me help you bury them this time.

>>35881649
>>You're stronger than you were then. Strong enough to protect what you cherished: their sacrifice wasn't for nothing.
>Let me help you bury them this time.

>>35881746
Changing my vote from this too this.
>>35881649
>>You're stronger than you were then. Strong enough to protect what you cherished: their sacrifice wasn't for nothing.

>>35881649
>You're stronger than you were then. Strong enough to protect what you cherished: their sacrifice wasn't for nothing.
>Let me help you bury them this time.
Time to put it behind you.

>>35881649
"You have never been weak, Rosseweisse, far from it."

"Your parents loved you, you see. Or they would not have given everything to see their child survive. If you had not survived, then you would not have been capable of meeting all of us. Don't think of their sacrifice as your failings, Rosse. Your parents would not want that. They'd want you to live on and be happy."

>>35881649
>You're stronger than you were then. Strong enough to protect what you cherished: their sacrifice wasn't for nothing.
"You were worth it. And they knew. Trust me, there's no way they couldn't see how amazing you would become."

>>35881649
"You were worth it," you reassure her, kneeling next to her with Haman and holding her close as she cries. "I never knew them, but I'm proud of how strong you've gotten. And I think they would be too."

After a few moments, Rosse stands. "You want me to help you bury them this time?" you ask softly.

She shakes her head. "Too late for that, and they're waiting for us."

You smile down at her. "You're right. Let's go get 'em."

You did well, boy. I'm beginning to take an interest in you myself.

"So, you've seen a few of the sights?" the Hollow Man greets you with a disturbing cackle, his shadowy from flickering in perverse delight.

You shrug. "More than enough, I reckon."

"Not true," he hisses gleefully, gliding towards you. "There's one more attraction I think you'll ADORE..."

"No thanks."

As you attempt to push past, the Hollow Man morphs into your path, blocking your progress.

"Tell me, honored guest... what is it you want?"

The small white void waits nearby, as if observing the scene as it plays out.
Be careful... and don't lie.
>To bring peace to the human race, Spacenoids and Earthnoids alike
>To protect my family and lovers, the people I truly care about
>To have enough power to impose moderation on the Earth Sphere
>For you to get the everloving fuck out of my way, I've had enough of your shit (d100)

Pick one and only one.

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>35882053
>>For you to get the everloving fuck out of my way, I've had enough of your shit (d100)

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>35882053
>>For you to get the everloving fuck out of my way, I've had enough of your shit (d100)

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>35882053
>For you to get the everloving fuck out of my way, I've had enough of your shit (d100)
Can we punch him somehow?

>>35882053
I want a pony.

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>35882053
>For you to get the everloving fuck out of my way, I've had enough of your shit (d100)

>>35882053
>what is it you want

"I don't want anything. I follow my orders and do what I think is right for those around me. I steal millions from one organization to give to another, just as corrupt organization. I kill a soldier to protect the soldiers on my side and to protect innocent civilians. I like to think of myself as a better man, but in the long run, I know I'm not. You could not provide me anything that I want."

Hug Rosseweisse and Haman to yourself.

"I've already got everything I need."

>>35882175
>Forgetting about the sisters

>>35882188
That's implied Anon. So is our crew and everyone we've ever encountered in our career.

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>>35882053
Oh lord, he's gonna transform now.

>>35882053
>To have enough power to impose moderation on the Earth Sphere

>>35882224
Mechakyubi NOOOOO

>>35882053
>To protect my family and lovers, the people I truly care about

>>35882053
>>To protect my family and lovers, the people I truly care about
TUEBOR!

>>35882053
>To protect my family and lovers, the people I truly care about

>>35882053
"I want YOU," you growl angrily, "to get out of my way."

"And why should I do that?" the Hollow Man snickers.

"Because I know where we are."

At that pronouncement, the 'man' falls silent.

You...

"I know you know my fears, and I know them myself. And I know that you know how I deal with my fears," you continue, advancing on the empty space until your face is right near where his would be... if he had a body.

"So quit wasting our time."

In the distance, the unseen bell tolls again with a familiar series of tones.

"Very well," the Hollow Man sighs. "You're no fun."

As you run towards the big top, Haman shoots you a questioning look. "What was that all about? Where are we?"

"I'll explain later," you promise. "Sisters first."

"Right."
(1/2)

>>35882053
>>To protect my family and lovers, the people I truly care about

>>35882053
>>For you to get the everloving fuck out of my way, I've had enough of your shit

Were in dom's subconscious again.

>>35882354
Aw.

I was hoping we'd get a MUH IDEALS speech from Domscartes not a quick one or two lines. Every Gundam protag has to have a moment to spout their ideals.

>>35882425
Looking as if it's the Sisters'. We were actively monitoring them remember.

>>35882354
Inside the big top, you immediately spot Carrina on the stage floor. She's bound tightly to an upright wooden disc, upside-down, and there are several knives stuck deeply into the wood around her. More disturbingly, there's a blindfold over her eyes... and it's wet with blood. The blood trickles slowly up her forehead from her left eye, and she cracks a pained grin at you.

"Hey... took you long enough..."

Beside the wheel you see a man in a mask, whose red eyes remind you of Catrina's when she's dominant. Across from them stands a woman, no doubt the Sisters' mother, dressed as a clown. She carries a brace of knives similar to the ones already stuck in the wheel, and is cocking her arm back to throw another.

It seems she hasn't noticed you.

>Confront the phantoms (d100)
>Attack the phantoms, subdue them (d100)
>Destroy the phantoms (d100)

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>35882480
>Confront the phantoms (d100)

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>35882480
>Attack the phantoms, subdue them (d100)

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>35882480
>>Confront the phantoms (d100)

Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>35882480
>>Attack the phantoms, subdue them (d100)

>>35882480
>>Confront the phantoms (d100)

>>35882480
>Confront the phantoms (d100)

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>35882480
>Destroy the phantoms (d100)
They're not real. End the charade now.

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>>35882511
you glorious bastard. We're the fucking ghostbusters.

>>35882511

MOTHERFUCKIN' NEWTYPE ROLL

>>35882480
"I didn't know you were into whips and chains, Carrina."

Break the dreamscape and tear the ticket up. We destroy the anchor holding us, we phase out.

The show ends here.

>>35882480
>Destroy the phantoms (d100)

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>>35882224
Fuck.

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>35882480
>Confront the phantoms (d100)
Mock their costumes. Don't try to use being in a circus as some sort of excuse, no matter how you look at it they're ridiculous.

You know, we could go back to AE when shit hits the fan and pick up the rest of Lucette's team and her boss. Our engineering department received one hell of an upgrade. Gonna require several more genius engineers to oversee operations. Plus prevents Titans as a whole from stealing them from us

>>35882480
"You can fuck off too," you tell the phantom of the Sisters' mother, snagging the knife away from her. "You're not even real, and if you were I'd still tell you to fuck off and die. So go on, then. Shoo. Don't bother me."

As you turn to cut Carrina down, the phantoms disappear.

"The hell is going on here?" Carrina presses as you turn her right-side up and free her.

You shrug, before realizing that she can't see you. "No clue." You move to tug off the blindfold, but her hand stops you.

"Why are you hurt?" Haman asks nervously. "Are you hurt in real life?"

Carrina nods. "I was set up. Bastards got my left eye. No clue how bad it is... think the right eye's just got some blood splattered into it."

"Where are you?" Rosse presses.

"314 Edmonton Street," Carrina replies. "I've been tied up, but we haven't moved. Dom?"

"Yeah?" you ask, holding Carrina by the shoulders.

"We tried to contact you... but you're all here. And it's not my mind, and I can feel that it's none of yours either. What's going on out there? How did we get here?"

You hear the bell tolling now constantly, a raucous cacophony of discordant strikes and tones that fills your ears.

"It must have been someone on the outside interfering."

Some *thing*, I should say. Be well, Dominic O'Hara. And when you face your dread again, remember

I'll be watching too.

Those damned bells... you always hated those bells. You wonder if the original ones are still there after the attack...
(1/2)

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Rolled 10 (1d20)

Maybe it's the binge gaming on Persona 4, but this mysterious voice really gives me the impression of Philemon with a bit of Igor, since this guy seems pretty bro.

>>35882890
>Those damned bells... you always hated those bells
IT'S FROM FUCKING JUPITER
FUALA GRIFFON WEARS BELLS
SHE WAS FROM ZANSCARE
ZANSCARE IS FUNDED BY JUPITER
FUCK

>>35882890
>Carrina nods. "I was set up. Bastards got my left eye. No clue how bad it is... think the right eye's just got some blood splattered into it."

FUCK.

FUCK FUCK FUCK.

THINGS ARE GONNA DIE AND EXPLODE

>>35882890
You find yourself standing in your parent's parlor, your pistol drawn from its holster as your family looks on nervously. Next to you stand Haman and Rosse, whose combat instincts weren't strong enough to cause them to draw but were enough to get them moving when you were "interrupted".

"How long?" you choke out.

Your brother is the first to reply. "About ten seconds?"

>You need to go now.
>Square things away here, then go (suggested course of action?)

Also, pick one goal for how you're going to raid the building when you get there:
>Speed and overwhelming violence
>Speed and stealth
>Methodical and violent

>>35882890
Well it's time to go kill some people.

>>35882890
Yeah. Seen that coming. It was incredibly retarded to go alone when Voight is actively out there. The Sisters should have been far smarter than to walk straight into an obvious trap like that. I'm just incredibly irritated over something easily preventable by her taking two or three grunts from the Nagato or the Valkyrie's security detail. Short of heavy weapon support, they could have gotten back to their vehicle and called in for evac.

I'm going to chalk that one up to the other Anons not thinking ahead. Like at all.

>>35882989
>>You need to go now.
>Speed and stealth

>>35882954
>IT'S FROM FUCKING JUPITER
No.

>>35882989
>You need to go now.

>Speed and stealth

>>35882998
She's retarded apparently.

So does anyone else want to get our parents the fuck out of dodge?

>>35882932
If this was Gundam X, I'd say it was DOME...

This isn't SEED and we didn't get pinged by space whales, did we?

>>35882954
Fuala Griffon hasn't been born yet, it's impossible that Dom would associate bells with her. Besides, these are deep and ringing bells, not the little chimes she had. And we're wondering if they were still there after the attack, which makes me think that they might be the school bells. Dominic's brother died fighting the fires after a Zaku crashed into the local highschool, and we know he has some unresolved trauma around that, so that's my guess as to what it is.

>>35882989
>>Speed and stealth

>>35882989
>>Speed and stealth

>>35883016
Okay, good.

>>35882989
>>You need to go now.
>Speed and stealth

>>35882998
We voted to get her a security detail, I don't know why she didn't take it.

>>35882989
>You need to go now.
>Speed and stealth

>>35882989
>You need to go now.
Dad can handle the details.

>Speed and stealth
Maintain our rep of being the only recognizably decent Titans officer.

>>35882989
>Speed and stealth

we can be violent on the way out...

>>35882989
>You need to go now.
>Speed and stealth

>>35882974
It's Anons being retarded and the QM playing off Anons stupidity. If you did not see the Sisters walking into a stupidly obvious trap with neon flashing signs and loud whistles advertising the trap, then you need to raise your sense motive.

At least she'll get a badass cybereye now.

>>35883069
I R STRONK ALONE DOM I NEED FECE FAMLY ALEON!

>>35883108
>At least she'll get a badass cybereye now.
Yeah, isn't one of the Sisters isn't, I dunno, severely crippled from that attack?

>>35883157
What makes you think that? If she had lost an eye we would be able to tell from the sheer pain she would be feeling.

And never mind. She mentions in the update they got one of her eyes. I wonder if we could just clone her a new one? I mean cloning full grown humans is a thing in the UC era.

>>35883229
If we can grow full grown humans why don't we get them a second body.. and let them be two people again.

>>35883244
No clue at all. Maybe no one but the dude who made the Pel's has the tech? Did it come as a surprise to see Pel 2? Of course there's the chance that the people who made zeta never considered that aproach to replacing missing limbs.

>>35883157
Her left eye is probably gone so her piloting days are over unless there is cybereyes in UC. Half her field of view plus her depth perception is trashed. She's fine beyond that.

Yes I am piss.

>>35883244
Because we don't even really know how Catrina got in there in the first place, just "something went wrong with the EXAM system". Even with an empty shell to put her in, we don't know how to get her out.

>>35883285
Well since cloning tech is a thing we might be able to clone her a new eye. If not we can get her a cybernetic one. I'm pretty sure they are a thing considering that Brask was mentioned to have lost his eyes in an earlier thread while he was a pow. Of course the person who said that could have been joking. Wait.

>>35883112
That was the QM throwing an idiot ball. She's an experienced veteran of the OYW with the instincts for survival to go with it.

>>35882989
"We're going," you announce. "And we're taking the car."

Your father tosses you the keys from his pocket. "Send 'em to hell, laddie. We'll take care ah yer frens' here."

As you drive at breakneck pace, at once point mounting the cub to get around traffic, Haman radios Karen.

"No, apparently two guards wasn't enough... yeah, a lockdown would be good, and come out here for my sister and Mineva... or send Audrey, that's fine too. But come with a heavier guard."

"We good?" you ask as you swerve to miss a cyclist.

Haman nods. "Yeah, we should be. How many are we facing?"

"They didn't know how many," Rosse reminds her.

"We go in fast and quiet," you announce. "Haman, fish out my pistol and silencer. I don't want them to ever know we were there."

Haman obliges you, and readies your pistol for combat. When you finally pull up to # 314, you can tell the Sisters are in there. They're in pain, but somehow from here you can tell that they've split the physical pain between the two of them.

The first pair of guards are standing by the doorway. All three of you notice them there before they notice you.
>Enter quietly and clear: everyone dies
>Try to find a way around for now
>Other

>>35883358
>Enter quietly and clear: everyone dies
Gather weapons and ammo as you go along, just in case we run out of ammo ourselves.

>>35883358
>>Enter quietly and clear: everyone dies
>>35883358

>>35883358
Call the fucking police already. It's a hostage situation.

>>35883358
>Try to find a way around for now
They might be on timed check-ins.

>>35883358
>>Enter quietly and clear: everyone dies

>>35883358
>>Try to find a way around for now

>>35883358
>Enter quietly and clear: everyone dies
Try and take one alive... the Sisters might like to 'interview' them...

>>35883358

>Enter quietly and clear: everyone dies

What that, you want mercy? Tough shit, shouldn't have fucked with our people.

>>35883358
>Enter quietly and clear: everyone dies

>>35883358
If dad has insurance, put the vehicle in neutral, floor the accelerator, stick our combat knife through the gas petal, and let the vehicle crash through the front door. We come right in behind the carnage our pop's vehicle caused and cap them. Fast and quick.

>looks like clearing is winning
Roll d100, best of 3, etc.

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>>35883358
>>Try to find a way around for now
THIS IS A SNEAKING MISSION

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>35883358
>Enter quietly and clear: everyone dies
>>35883497

Rolled 31 (1d100)

>>35883504

>>35883358
>Enter quietly and clear: everyone dies
They hurt the sisters, they die.

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>35883504

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>35883504

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>35883504

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>35883504

>>35883504
When I rolled I quoted the story post. That counts right?

>>35883507
It was...

Rolled 8, 87, 67, 5, 88, 24 = 279 (6d100)

>>35883504
>Rolling

Well I hope he took my 89

>>35883553
Way to fuck it up.

>>35883604
Way to be a dick. It's linked to the story post. I don't see why he wouldn't take it.

>>35883684
Because he hadn't called for rolls.

>>35883568
After cracking the front door of house open then pushing through, you take quickly line up a shot at one of the guards. It's dark inside, which spoils your aim as the round goes low, catching the man in the gut and splattering the wall behind him with blood. Haman's shot hits just higher, sending a spray of bubbly red arterial blood into the air. The second guard, a rather stout woman in her forties or so, takes a bullet through her mouth that tears her jaw off, courtesy of Rosse. Her mouth moves once with a surprised gurgle before you put a second round into her head, ending her misery.

Four brass roll across the hardwood floor as you swap your mag for a fresh one, tucking the spare into the holster.

To get closer to the sisters, you have to take your little team up a set of stairs. At the top you find one man, his rifle slung low in front of him. You hold off a second until he's off the radio, and prepare to strike...
>Bullet. In his back.
>Alternate route?
>Have [someone else] take the shot?
>Close quarters, save the bullets.

>>35883705
I guess he took it considering we seemed to have passed every dice check.

>>35883729
>>Bullet. In his back.

>>35883729
>>Bullet. In his back.

>>35883729
>other
headshot.

>>35883729
>>Close quarters, save the bullets.

>>35883729
>Bullet. In his back.

>>35883729
>>Close quarters, save the bullets.

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>35883729
Drag our foot on the ground making an obvious scuffling sound drawing the loan gunmen towards us. Keep this one alive for interrogation later and choke him out.

Since you're handing out idiot balls to the veteran combat team with dozens of OPs under their belt, one singular gunman won't be too much issue now.

>>35883729
>Close quarters, save the bullets.
Get his finger away from the trigger lest he alert everyone else in the building.

And here's to hoping that he was checking in on the radio himself, and not reporting that the entrance guards haven't been responding.

>>35883834
Wait, unless the idiot ball Hearts handed out was for CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. Is he playing the long troll or am I being rused here?

>>35883729
>Close quarters, save the bullets.

Rolled 26, 27 = 53 (2d100)

Alright, roll d100 for back shooting.

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>35884034

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>35884034

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>35884034

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>35884034

>>35884034
And apparently, hope you roll well.

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>35884034
inb4 1 again

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>35884034
Your shot goes low, catching your opponent in the back and dropping him with a strangled cry. Haman and Rosse squeeze off shots at his prone form, but he's not silenced for good until you close in and draw the sgian-dubh given to you by your father from your boot and slit his throat with it from ear to ear...

... the four men still remaining, all in the same room with the Sisters, seem to stir briefly...
>Roll d100 again for me