>>39474027
>The Twitter : @TimidAnon
>The Pastebin : http://pastebin.com/0BwcEJYp (Last updated 4/20/2015)
>The Schedule : Monday, Thursday, and Saturday at 7:00 P.M. Central Standard Time

I pray that, this time, the world doesn't deem my quest unworthy of being a thing. Last time, I got frightened out of my skin.

Damn it, I knew I didn't advertise enough.

>>39474257
I thought you said we would be taking this back up on Tuesday?

>>39474432
I thought I said 'Monday'.

I just looked, and I did say 'Monday'. Well, I mean, I can just wait until Tuesday. I didn't advertise good enough due to having new schedule constraints and planning that I need to do.

Should I just move it to Tuesday?

>>39474483
Keep the thread up for a little bit longer, maybe a hour or two and see if traffic picks up. if not then just wait till Tuesday and see what its like, Are you starting earlier than normal or is this the normal time.

>>39474027
>Hard Mode : Play as one of the other members of Flare's team at the time of their last mission with the Bullseye Squad. This will require a secondary post for explanation and clarification.

One level down.

>>39474515
This is always the normal time. 7:00 P.M. Central Standard.

I'm still pretty fucking new to this shit. Bad things keep happening, like me messing up and shit like that. Any help you have would be appreciated.

>>39474524
It might just be that today is just a very slow day, it happens and the readers for this have always been small so it isn't that much of a surprise that a slow day would remove a good portion of the users. also
>>39474027
Hard Mode : Play as one of the other members of Flare's team at the time of their last mission with the Bullseye Squad. This will require a secondary post for explanation and clarification.

>>39474595
It IS monday. Maybe I should just move it to Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, instead...

Ah, well. I'll wait until Eight. If it's just two people, I'd rather not shit up the board.

Not that you guys aren't worth it. You are. But I also have that pastebin thing that I still need to do, and I've been putting it off due to DM things.

>>39474647
sounds like a solid.

>>39474027
>Hard Mode : Play as one of the other members of Flare's team at the time of their last mission with the Bullseye Squad. This will require a secondary post for explanation and clarification.

>>39474706
>>39474595
>>39474522
Hard Mode selected. A checkpoint is active - you will start at the landing zone.

Please select a character.
>Deimos, the Demoman. Expert in explosives and heavy weaponry.
>Skar, the Medic. Expert in pilot management and enemy movement patterns.
>Ruth, the Gunner. Expert in light weaponry and enemy combat tactics.

You may not use your HEAT CHARGES in this mode, nor can you exchange them for ERROR - WRONG MODE SELECTED.

>>39474747
>>Deimos, the Demoman. Expert in explosives and heavy weaponry.

Boom.

>>39474747
>>Deimos, the Demoman. Expert in explosives and heavy weaponry.

>>39474747
>Deimos, the Demoman. Expert in explosives and heavy weaponry.

Skar kinda burnt to a crisp last thread didn't he?

>>39474847
>>39474787
>>39474755
Boom boom, bang bang.

And Skar had a mixture of a nat failure with a critical hit, which...didn't end well. I only ended it so quickly because I planned around shitty rolls in this event.

Writing.

>>39474747
"IT IS A TRAP! RUN!"

Those are the last words that the team hears before Skar, that strange-yet-lovable medic, suddenly cuts off. None of you had expected something like this. Fuck, none of you were expecting the mudfuckers to even notice you for a drive like this! "Fucking shit! Captain, this was supposed to be a fucking milk run, right!? We just lost Skar!" The medic yells. "Belay that talk! We've got a mission to do, damn it! I'm not about to let him have died in vain! At least now we know this was a trap. We're still getting that package in the second floor of the basement. So pick up your gear and move out!"

All of you dust yourselves off, forcing down whatever feelings that may be there for another time. You, specifically, have to make sure that all of the explosives were still present and accounted for. While the rest of the team scouted out the perimeter, you took a quick re-count of what was still there. A few packs of thermite, sized for Orbital Frames; one rocket launcher, custom Hydra model, with five trident missiles; coolant and pressure canisters for your double pile bunkers, just in case there was a door that could withstand the thermite; and a precision wire laser, for obstacles that warranted a special touch.

Your name is Deimos, the famous demolitions man that stole the wealth of nations. Through various means, you've found yourself working for the Iscariot Vigilante Company, putting your expertise in construction and destruction to good use. Your friend just died, you're on a shitty backwater mudball, and the mission you're on is a dud. You've got work to do.

1/?

>>39475046
A quarter-mile ahead of you, the lab that you're supposed to breach is nestled in between a couple of hills. It's clearly not supposed to be seen, judging by how the lab was placed. Between you and that lab is near empty field, but...

"This field is quiet. Too quiet. We can't just waltz in there and expect them to let it happen. They already know we're here, so we don't have time to dally around. Any ideas, team?" asks the CO.

>Options?
>Full charge! If we do it fast enough, we'll still have the element of surprise! (Please roll 1d100 for charging.)
>Sneak around! Go around the field, and try to climb that hill. (Please roll 1d100 for sneaking.)
>Play the bait! Have someone go out and draw fire, then counter attack! (Please roll 2d100 for evasion and attacking!)
>Write In? (Please roll 2d100 as a catch-all.)

Rolled 86, 44 = 130 (2d100)

>>39475134
>>Play the bait! Have someone go out and draw fire, then counter attack! (Please roll 2d100 for evasion and attacking!)
they know we are here so any attempt at steath is gone.

Rolled 65, 60 = 125 (2d100)

>>39475134
>Play the bait! Have someone go out and draw fire, then counter attack! (Please roll 2d100 for evasion and attacking!)

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>39475179
>>39475156
As long as they've got your back, it'll be fine, right? 86 and 60 are your highest rolls.

Rolling for ??? and writing.

Rolled 9, 21, 91 = 121 (3d100)

>>39475134
"Just the usual, captain. Ever play Pazaak?" You ask.

"No. That card game is terrible. The only way to win is - ah, I see. Go ahead, then, Deimos." The CO replies. The gunner and the mechanic take a knee and pull out their guns, while you go and ready yourself for a good run. All you've got to do is run, dodge the enemy fire, and get to the base without getting hit - not too hard, especially in something as lightweight as an Orbital Frame. Revving up your engines, you push the mech forward.

The second you start moving through the field, the ground starts to break and crack beside you. Small turrets rise up from underneath the dry dirt, pivoting the barrels of their guns toward you and firing, but it's more than simple to dodge them. In the mech that you're piloting? They might as well have saved their ammunition for a slower target. Even with this planet's gravitational pull, your Frame was a class above these damned turrets. For fun, you skirt close to one, winding up your right arm and sweeping it low. Your pile bunker crashes into the side of a turret and rips it off of the ground!

"Cut the lollygagging, Deimos. We got shit to do." Your CO squawks sternly. Bah, philistine.

1/?

>>39475513
Your initial distraction was enough to give the rest of the team time to fight back against the turrets. While the two girls weren't as ballsy as you were, they did take out a small number of the enemy. It was the CO who did most of the work, brandishing his trademark railgun out and blasting through the turret line. He was able to clear out a nice path for Ruth and the new girl to walk down.

By the time the team had regrouped in front of the laboratory's front wall, warning alarms had started to ring out through the empty valley. "That's no surprise. We still have a chance, but we should probably get in now. Deimos - let's knock politely."

>Options?
>Whip out the rocket and greet yourself loudly! (Please roll 1d100 for demolition aim!)
>Whip out the thermite and knock politely! (Please roll 1d100 for demolitioning!)
>Whip out the pile bunkers and knock quickly! (Please roll 1d100 for attacking!)
>Whip out the precision cutter and knock quietly! (Please roll 1d100 for wire-cutting!)

>>39475676
Damn, anon. I'll just take the first one, there.

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>39475646
>>Whip out the rocket and greet yourself loudly! (Please roll 1d100 for demolition aim
sorry mistyped, doing it properly now.

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>39475646
>Whip out the rocket and greet yourself loudly! (Please roll 1d100 for demolition aim!)

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>39475646
>Whip out the rocket and greet yourself loudly! (Please roll 1d100 for demolition aim!)

>>39475876
>>39475726
>>39475716
All posts ending in 6. How...ominous.
In any case, 93 is a nice roll. Writing.

>>39475646
No time for games? No problem. You reach down to the center of your Frame's chassis, unlatching a center lock to open the trick-shell. Within your Frame's stomach rests a small armory, full of everything you need to bust down even the most secure of buildings. Reaching in, you retrieve two long tubes and put them together before stuffing a rocket into the back.

"Knock knock!" You yell out, and your palm shoves the rear tube into the larger one. The kinetic force launches the salvo right into the lab's wall, turning it into rubble in seconds! "Door's open, captain! Come on in!" You yell, and the team breaks into the laboratory's lobby through a haze of dust.

The inner lab is small, consisting mainly of the reception desk and a hallway toward a Tyhran-sized elevator. It was clear that this place was not built for military personnel to come through, since there were no halls wide enough for a Frame to come through. There was no one there to greet you... in fact, there weren't even any alarms going off in the lab. The only sounds you could hear were the soft rumbling from the debris of the forward wall, the whining of the alarms outside, and the slight hiss of your rocket launcher.

The Mechanic speaks up first. "CO, there's fuck all here. We can't take our wanzers down using the elevators, unless you're willing to fuck up our only way out. Seems like we gotta get off and go downstairs on foot."

1/?

>>39476105
"...the kid's right. We don't have many options on how to do this, people. I say that three of us dismount and go down there. Deimos, Cuvic, you're going down there with me...unless you people have a better idea?"

>Options?
>Go with the CO's plan.
>Stick with the Gunner - send in the CO and Cuvic. (Please roll 1d100 for scouting.)
>Send the gunner in with the CO and Cuvic. Defend alone. (Please roll 1d100 for scouting.)
>Write-In? (Please roll 2d100 as a catch-all.)

>>39476166
>>Go with the CO's plan.
Demo gotta open the way.

>>39476166
>Go with the CO's plan

>>>39476295
>>39476250
Sir, yes, sir. Writing.

Rolled 99, 35 = 134 (2d100)

>>39476166
>Write-In? (Please roll 2d100 as a catch-all.)
I seem to be late, but maybe we should rig some explosives nearby to cover our exit?

>>39476166
For a moment, you consider the option of just blowing a hole down to the package in question. Then again, doing something as stupid as that would probably lead to the package being damaged...or worse. For now, it's probably for the best to just go on foot. You, Cuvic, and the Captain take your frames close to the elevator hallway, dismounting together while Ruth watches the mechs. "Captain, watch the kid for me, would you?" She calls out jokingly.

The mechanic girl starts to take out a few tools, but the captain stops her. "Don't bother. If this is a trap, they're going to want us to come." He stepped up to the call panel and pressed a few buttons, and it responded with a happy chime and a 'ding'. After that, the elevator doors opened up. Again, no one. "They're playing games with us. Some traps, some red herrings. Stay on your toes."

Once the three of you had boarded the elevator, the CO sent the car down as far as it could go. "Looks like we're not going to be able to make it to the bottom from here. We'll probably have to switch over to another elevator or climb some stairs down." He growled to himself. "Damn it. This was supposed to just be a milk run. Go in, go out, and - "

A sudden jolt interrupts his thoughts. The elevator car screeches to a halt, its lights flickering before shutting off completely. You take out a flashlight and hold it out so that there was at least partial light in the car. Of course they'd do something like this. In fact, the cabin would probably start plummeting down to the ground or something, if you weren't able to get out fast enough.

1/?

>>39476684
Looking up, you see that there is no clear sign of an emergency exit. Good; that meant that it hadn't been tampered with. Probably. Then again, if they had gone through the trouble of sabotaging their own equipment...

>Options?
>Break out with a small bit of explosives. Just a tad. A skoche, even. (Please roll 1d100 for controlled explosions!)
>Hey, the mechanic's here for a reason, right? Let her fix this shit. (Please roll 1d100 for Flare to fix this shit.)
>Climb out from the emergency hatch. There's probably no traps there. (Please roll 1d100 for acrobatics.)
>Write In?

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>39476751
>Hey, the mechanic's here for a reason, right? Let her fix this shit. (Please roll 1d100 for Flare to fix this shit.)
Flare usually has good rolls.

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>39476751
>Hey, the mechanic's here for a reason, right? Let her fix this shit. (Please roll 1d100 for Flare to fix this shit.)

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>39476751
>Hey, the mechanic's here for a reason, right? Let her fix this shit. (Please roll 1d100 for Flare to fix this shit.)
>Check if the bottom of the elevator is rigged with anything?
i dunno, juuuuust a little bit of thermite for a peeping hole?

>>39476751
oh, and is this >>39476522 going anywhere?

>>39476827
No, sorry. Came in after I typed 'writing'.

>>39476771
>>39476782
>>39476801
Have the kid do it. It's her job.

Writing.

>>39476751
The CO taps at the plucky mechanic's shoulders. "Get to cracking that elevator. I want our escape route to be intact." He whispered. In response, the girl flipped her middle finger right at his face and let it hover there. Only when the elevator rumbled again did she get down on her knees and get to work, taking out a few tools to start tearing apart the call panel's outer covering. It was a mess of wires on the inside, and she grabbed at your wrist forcefully to hold the light steady.

"I'm gonna need as much light as I can get if you don't want me to fuck this up, so don't go and move your fucking hand. This is a shitload of wires." snapped the woman. You only grunt in reply.

For a few minutes, you and the captain stood relatively still as she worked. You wanted to say something - anything - to relieve the tension, but all three of you had Skar's death on your minds. Gods damn it all, he was the last person you were expecting to die on this mission. And it seemed like just moments ago that you and he had been dicking around in the hangar, playing your shell game and getting caught. The others probably had similar thoughts about his death. He died so suddenly that it was actually hard to believe.

The elevator's lights flickered back on. With a smug smile on her face, Cuvic screwed the panel back on, pressing the call button to the lowest floor. "There you go, fucker. I got it working." She said proudly, giving the captain a challenging look.

1/?

>>39477053
When the elevator reached the second basement floor, the three of you stuck to the walls and peeked out of the open door. You seemed to have arrived at some sort of computing hall. It was a giant room, filled with cubicles and computers and all sorts of tech shit that you didn't have the head for. At the far side of the hall, illuminated by a solitary light, was an open door that led to some stairs.

"They can't possibly think we're this dumb. Then again, we DID follow them in here. This room probably has a lot of traps, so the best course of action would be..."

>Options?
>Charge straight through the cubicle farm! (Please roll 2d100 for navigation and evasion.)
>Edge through the sides of the cubicle farm. (Please roll 2d100 for navigation and evasion.)
>Check for traps; it's trapped to hell, more'n likely. (Please roll 1d100 for inspection.)
>Write In?

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>39477151
>Check for traps; it's trapped to hell, more'n likely. (Please roll 1d100 for inspection.)

Rolled 11, 42 = 53 (2d100)

>>39477151
>Edge through the sides of the cubicle farm. (Please roll 2d100 for navigation and evasion.)

Rolled 39, 31 = 70 (2d100)

>>39477151
>Charge straight through the cubicle farm! (Please roll 2d100 for navigation and evasion.)
I'm so sorry. It's not you, it's us.

>>39477200
Sorry for what? Did I do something wrong?

Rolled 54, 77 = 131 (2d100)

>>39477220
the tie.

>>39477251
Oh! I, uh, didn't even notice. Honestly, since there's three people participating, there was bound to be a three way tie, eventually.

I'm just feeling sad, right now. The Three Kingdoms series is beautiful.

Who are you rolling for?

Rolled 12, 61 = 73 (2d100)

>>39477291
the choice I voted for? you know, >>39477200 ?

Rolled 54, 30, 42 = 126 (3d100)

>>39477324
In that case...

>>39477200
>>39477324
Heeeere's Johnny! Rolling for everyone else and writing.

>>39477350
did you roll a d3 or something offscreen? We're still at a tie.

Rolled 1 (1d3)

>>39477371
Fug, you're right. Sorry, I had thought someone had changed their vote or something.

1 is Charging
2 is Edging
3 is Checking.

>>39477397
Well, the dice gods have chosen. You're a dick for making me roll to find out that I'm gonna write what I'm already writing, but I love you, all the same.

NOW I am writing.

>>39477151
All this trap-work and underhanded shit was starting to get to you. If these people couldn't fight up front like a proper target, then you were going to force them to fight up front. "Captain, I'll break through the front. You and the new girl follow along behind me, and watch out for any traps that I leave behind." Before they could object, you jump out of the elevator car, square your shoulders, and begin to barrel head-long into one of the walls.

The cubicles crumble to your charge, not really able to withstand anything above a light beating. As you go through, beeps and whirs start to echo around the office. Rising up from some of the cubicles, human-shaped drones toting impressive weaponry start to fire at you. They can't seem to get a bead on you, probably because of the large chunks of cubicle wall that were hanging on your broad shoulders. The few bullets that did get close to hitting you only succeeded in shooting some of the cubicle walls that had stuck to your body.

A digitized roar caught your attention, and you skidded to a halt before diving into a cubicle. Right in front of the door, pounding around on huge, metallic paws, prowled a hulking beast made out of metal. Steam was pouring out of its body from every orifice, giving it the illusion of hiding in the mist. It was in the shape of some feline beast, plated in black metal that jutted out like patches of fur.
1/?

>>39477668
There were gunshots from the other side of the office. Taking a peek over in that direction, you could see that the captain had been forced to hide underneath a desk, while a troop of ten drones fired at him. The mechanic was trying to catch their attention, but they didn't seem like they would budge from their target.

If you couldn't save the captain, the mission was all but lost. But the platinum panther blocking your way probably wouldn't just let you go without a fight.

>Options?
>Focus on fighting the drones. You should have a grenade or three that could take care of them easily. (Please roll 2d100 for attacking and defending.)
>Focus on fighting the panther. You've got some EMP mines for just such an occasion! (Please roll 2d100 for attacking and defending.)
>Maybe, just maybe, you can get the panther to attack its own allies... (Please roll 2d100 for taunting and evading.)
>Write In?

Rolled 88, 24 = 112 (2d100)

>>39477746
>>Maybe, just maybe, you can get the panther to attack its own allies... (Please roll 2d100 for taunting and evading.)
and im back from fencing practice.

>>39477746
>Focus on fighting the panther. You've got some EMP mines for just such an occasion! (Please roll 2d100 for attacking and defending.)
cmon Flare, you don't need any help.

Rolled 61, 73 = 134 (2d100)

>>39477778
damnit

>>39477772
I'm starting to think that my core audience is from Europe...

>>39477778
Damn it, anon, one away from getting quints.
>Captcha : trabl
Now you're in trabl.

>>39477798
Nope California all the way baby!

Rolled 79, 71 = 150 (2d100)

>>39477746
>Maybe, just maybe, you can get the panther to attack its own allies... (Please roll 2d100 for taunting and evading.)

>>39477798
nope, I just happen to have a huge chunk of time in the middle of the day.

>>39477849
>>39477828
...weird. I've been thinking that one of my problems is that my audience or, rather, the people interested in this kind of quest is not in America, but somewhere else in the world. If that's not the case, then I must be doing something else wrong, other than bad advertising.

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>>39477746
>Focus on fighting the panther. You've got some EMP mines for just such an occasion! (Please roll 2d100 for attacking and defending.)

>>39477891
eh its an original idea so not a lot of people are going to go for it and you are a new guy so even less people go for it. You're doing fine but if you want a bigger audience do a well known cartoon or anime quest that you can reasonably pull off and have decent knowledge about and you can bring in people.

>>39477930
Wait, what?
Forgot to roll, dammit.

Rolled 1, 39 = 40 (2d100)

>>39477968
Fuck! I Forgot to roll again!
These weak wifi signals are constantly distracting me by making me rewrite at lease twite due to captcha fucking up.
Screw you local wifi.

>>39477943
Hmm. Maybe I should do Dark Souls.

But that's for another time. I won't just drop this shit just because I want more people to please.

>>39477968
You forgot again, anon. It's okay, though - there's enough time -

>>39478005
AIYAAAA! 'TWOULD BE BETTER HAD YOU HAD NOT ROLLED, YOU CHURL! YOU ARE LUCKY THAT YOUR VOTE IS NOT THE MINORITY!

I'm sorry.

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>>39478005
Fuck

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>39477848
>>39477772

versus

>>39477778
>>39477930

Time to bust out our old friend, everybody!

1 is for pantherfighting
2 is for baiting.

Pray that I roll a 2, because 1 has a critical failure in it...

>>39478076
Thank you dice Jesus.

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Rolled 4, 47, 9, 80 = 140 (4d100)

>>39478076
The dice has smiled upon you, this day. Pray that you do not need to call upon his favor again. In any case...

>>39477772
>>39477848
88 and 71 are your highest rolls. Let's see if the enemy can respond to such an assault.

Rolling and writing.

>>39478129
thats, uhh, quite a spread there.

>>39477746
Red-head Girl was able to hit a couple of them, but the second they started to look to her, the girl's aim started going wide. She dove into cover, but not fast enough to dodge a bullet grazing her ear. "Augh! FUCKING DRONES!" She yelped out. At least now, with the heat off of him, your captain could pop out and start to attack the drones from behind.

You had a much better plan in mind. Reaching down to your right thigh, you pull out a trick grenade. This was meant more to distract the enemy than to do damage do it, drawing enemy fire in the direction you wanted it to go. Pulling the pin, you dove out of cover, tossing it toward the panther and running back toward your team. The metal panther let out a loud meowing howl, lunging forward to start clawing at you.

With a small burst, the grenade burst open on its face. A small amount of shrapnel bounced off of the machine's hide, angering it and driving the beast to come at you more quickly. "That's it, come to me...come on!" You yell out. The drones were right there! So long as you could just peel away in time - now!

1/?

>>39478129
>that dice
only one guy knows what he's doing.

>>39478242
Sliding down to the ground, you grin to yourself as a giant panther pounced headlong into its own gaggle of allies. The droids didn't have any time to react, being crushed by the weight of the huge machine. Bits and pieces of plastid metal flew everywhere; a particularly sharp piece had jammed itself into your knee, making you howl out in pain as you pulled it out.

The metal beast was down, but not out. It had taken out a lot of the enemy's forces, but you were now laying flat on your back. If you didn't think of something soon, this might turn out to be a worse plan than you thought!

>Options?
>Full Assault! Use your EMP mines right now! (Please roll 2d100 for attacking and possible evasion.)
>Get out of there and regroup with the team! (Please roll 1d100 for evasion!)
>Write In? (Please roll 2d100 as a catch-all.)

>>39478243
Allies first, enemies last.

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>39478331
>>Get out of there and regroup with the team! (Please roll 1d100 for evasion!)
yeah not fucking with taht.

Rolled 90, 6 = 96 (2d100)

>>39478331
>>Full Assault! Use your EMP mines right now! (Please roll 2d100 for attacking and possible evasion.)

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>39478331
>Get out of there and regroup with the team! (Please roll 1d100 for evasion!)

Rolled 77, 16, 89 = 182 (3d100)

>>39478421
>>39478360
Niiiiice. Let's see how the panther responds to that.

Rolling and writing...

>>39478331
You scramble up to your feet just as the panther shakes off the last of its fallen brethren. Ignoring the pain in your knee, you dart to one side and hide with the captain behind a table. "Hey, there, captain! I brought us a friend! He's a little ornery, but that thing's the only thing stopping us from going downstairs to get the package! Got any ideas?"

"Yes, one - dodge!" cried the big bird, hitting the floor. You have scant few seconds to dive back as the panther crushes your current hiding spot with one swipe, roaring out loud in a simulated rage! The swipe dismantled the table, trapping the captain underneath a shell of wood and plaster wall. Not giving you any chance to catch your breath, the beast swipes once, twice, three more times at your body. You're only just able to dodge each one - that last one cut too close for your liking.

Three bullets clank uselessly off of the panther's side. Your mechanic was yelling out a steady stream of curses too strong for you to process, shooting right into the beast's tough flank. It only serves as a minor distraction, at best, but it was more than enough to let you hide and get your bearings.

That thing wasn't going anywhere any time soon. If you wanted to get that package, you would either have to do something drastic to disable it, or distract it while the two people retrieved whatever was downstairs...

1/?

>>39478650
On your bulky person, you've got some EMP mines, a scrambler grenade, a precision laser cutter, and a few wads of a remote-detonated explosive substance. It might not be enough to take the thing down, if you miss, but...

>Options?
>Take this thing down. Use the scrambler grenade to stun it, then the EMP mines to disable the thing. (Please roll 2d100 for attacking and possible evasion.)
>Take this thing down. Set up some C4 traps and bait it into an explosion. (Please roll 2d100 for trapmaking and evasion.)
>Distract it, and give the others some time to get downstairs! (Please roll 2d100 for distracting and evasion.)
>Order the mechanic to distract it, and bring the captain downstairs with you. (Please roll 2d100 for communication and evasion.)
>Write In?

>>39478650
>If you wanted to get that package, you would either have to do something drastic to disable it, or distract it while the two people retrieved whatever was downstairs...
Death flag

Rolled 75, 98 = 173 (2d100)

>>39478718
>Take this thing down. Use the scrambler grenade to stun it, then the EMP mines to disable the thing. (Please roll 2d100 for attacking and possible evasion.)

Rolled 34, 8 = 42 (2d100)

>>39478718
>>Take this thing down. Use the scrambler grenade to stun it, then the EMP mines to disable the thing. (Please roll 2d100 for attacking and possible evasion.)

>>39478726
Defy fate, young warrior. Defy fate.

Rolled 6, 26 = 32 (2d100)

>>39478718
>>Take this thing down. Use the scrambler grenade to stun it, then the EMP mines to disable the thing. (Please roll 2d100 for attacking and possible evasion.)

Rolled 89, 13, 93 = 195 (3d100)

>>39478770
>>39478745
>>39478740
Sally forth, to victory or death. Come back with your shield or on your shield.

Rolling and writing.

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>>39478933
Nice rolls all around for us!

>>39478718
You unhook the scrambling grenade from your pack. If you can't get it with this, then you're going to run out of options very, very quickly. "Kid!" You yell out. "I'm going to play a bit of hide-and-seek with this little kitty! Pull the captain out of the rubble, then head for the door! I made a clear path for ya right down the middle, there, so you should be green to go!"

Instead of an affirmative response from the girl, the roar of a panther reaches your ears. Well, you did say you were going to distract it! You begin to weave in and out of cubicle hiding spots, with the panther very hot on your heels. Each swipe sends a chill down your spine as the displaced air brushes your back, but you're just able to keep out of its range long enough for the mechanic to pull the CO out of his predicament and onto his feet. They headed toward the door by giving you and your adversary a wide berth.

When they were at the stairs, the girl shot two bullets toward the panther. "We're clear! Don't you fucking die on us, asshole!" She cried out. You pull the tab off of the scrambler grenade and toss it backward, hoping that the panther would be dumb enough to just walk into it again.

This time, it was a little bit smarter than that. It crouched down flat on the ground, hissing out even more steam to cover the room. The scrambler grenade flew past its back and hit the ground a long distance away, exploding harmlessly.

1/?

>>39479052
Fuck, fuck, fuck! The grenade was enough to stall it, but only if it hit close enough to overload the panther's systems! And now the steam was fogging up the whole room and making it unbearably hot! For now, the panther was concentrating on creating this fog of war, so you had a bit of time to get your bearings. You're down one scrambling grenade, but you've still got the EMP mines, the precision wire cutter, and the remote-detonated plastic explosives...

>Options?
>Set down the EMP mines. Even if it can't get stunned, it can still walk into a trap. (Please roll 2d100 for distraction and attacking.)
>You can't keep running forever. If you can lodge the EMP mines down its throat, that'll definitely fry its systems. (Please roll 2d100 for attacking and defending.)
>These plastic explosives won't set off if you jostle them. Let's see if we can make a trap out of that, somewhere... (Please roll 2d100 for trapmaking and evasion.)
>Write In?

Rolled 8, 18 = 26 (2d100)

>>39479124
>>These plastic explosives won't set off if you jostle them. Let's see if we can make a trap out of that, somewhere... (Please roll 2d100 for trapmaking and evasion.)

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>>39479050
...y-yeah! You, uh, sure did get good rolls!

Rolled 86, 38 = 124 (2d100)

>>39479124
>>These plastic explosives won't set off if you jostle them. Let's see if we can make a trap out of that, somewhere... (Please roll 2d100 for trapmaking and evasion.)

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>39479169
>>39479135
86 and 38, eh? Let us see if fate smiles upon you.

Rolling and writing.

>>39479284
About time we caught a break.

>>39479124
The fog wasn't helping you at all, but it probably wasn't helping the panther, either. It probably had some sort of heat sensor to see through the steam and mist, but that didn't mean that it could see the obstacles around it. Maybe. Probably. Thinking quickly, you take out the plastic explosives on your person...

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By the time it was finished, the mechanical monster had filled the entire room with steam. No human could see much farther than ten feet past their face, let alone move around obstacles. Activating its heat sensors, it began to prowl forward, brushing aside anything that was in its way. Slowly, it crept up, until something caught its forward sensors. There was a heat signature hiding close to the entrance hallway. It seemed to be...running? Ah, its prey must have been injured.

Letting out a triumphant roar, the beast charged through cubicle after cubicle, heading head-long toward the entrance leading to the elevator. The fog was thinner there, since it was leaking out of the elevator shaft that led up, so the prey must have been trying to escape. Well, it was far too late for that. Rushing forward, the panther jumped toward you -

Click.

1/?

>>39479389
From behind your makeshift shielding of plaster wall, you could feel the impact of a few pounds of concentrated plastic explosion blasting a big, metal cat. It may have been strong enough to withstand bullets, but the metal beast's body couldn't handle something with the impact of an Orbital Frame; the panther's rear legs were shredded to pieces, blown all the way up to their joints and sending shards everywhere. Its face and left flank were similarly damaged, outer plating being ripped apart to reveal a garish inner skeleton of biometal. You were safe behind your shield, relatively speaking. The blast could only press the plaster walls against you, and while that normally wouldn't be enough to protect your body, a metal wall trying to hunt you down definitely helps soften the blow.

Before you could celebrate, however, two large paws thumped down on the floor. "Gods damn it, you robots just don't want to die, do you!?" You yell. While it had been crippled and damaged, there was still a lot of fight left in the monster. Your enemy was acting exactly like a cornered, damaged beast - dangerous to the last breath.

You could always finish the job, sure...but, then again, you could just leave it be. The beast can't chase you, right?

>Options?
>Finish it off with the EMPs. End its suffering.
>Leave it alone. These EMPs will find a better use soemwhere else.
>Write In?

>>39479476
Knock it down the elevator shaft.

>>39479497
this, but be careful about doing so.

>>39479508
>>39479497
In that case, please roll 2d100.

Also, thanks for reminding me about that!

Rolled 50, 70 = 120 (2d100)

>>39479497
>>39479515
Rolling

Rolled 26, 28 = 54 (2d100)

>>39479515

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>39479523
>>39479599
What could possibly go wrong?

Rolling and writing.

Rolled 89, 78 = 167 (2d100)

>>39479515

>>39479632
>>39479628
Late anon is late.

>>39479476
No. No game left half-played, no job left half-finished. You step out of your hiding hole, slipping out of the panther's range before it could swipe at you. Just as you had hoped, the doors to the elevator shaft had been blown open, and the cabin had been dragged back up so that it would take time for any would-be attackers to escape. You had set up the explosives so that, if there was some small chance of your enemy living, you could do this next bit.

You step over to the panther's flank, planting your boot down on its side so that it couldn't wriggle to attack you. With the synthesized cries of your enemy acting as victory horns, you push it right on the edge of the shaft, just before it would fall. You stare down into its soulless eyes, its damaged body, and its dying movements.

"The house doesn't always win."

And with that, you shove the cat over the edge.

1/?

>>39479716
SAVING GAME...

WARNING! THIS WILL OVERWRITE THE CURRENT SAVE FILE! YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO RETRIEVE THE ORIGINAL SAVE FILE!

THIS ACTION IS PERMANENT.

OVERWRITE SAVE?

Y/N

>>39479716
Now, was there a trap rigged at the bottom, if the elevator was set to fall?

>>39479741
Perhaps. Perhaps not. You'll have to see.

>>39479726
Y

>>39479726
Y

>>39479726
Y

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>>39479845
>>39479788
>>39479895

GAME SAVED.

Those metallic cries echoed down as the beast plummeted. Turning around, you start to walk over toward the other exit.

Just as you do so, you are almost blown over by a sudden pillar of fire jutting out from the open elevator shaft! It seems that there was a trap at the bottom - explosives, no doubt, or maybe a few turrets of fire that would activate if something fell down low enough to trip a laser alarm. If the mechanic hadn't turned the elevator back on, you probably would have fallen down. Hell, you and the captain would have been cooked alive.

Well, at least now you know that the beast isn't going to come back, any time soon. There seems to be a literal weight that lifts off of your heart, at this little tidbit of knowledge. You must have been more worried than you thought. Dusting yourself off, you breathe a sigh of relief and head downstairs...


https://youtu.be/N2XKyvxdbyc

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TO BE CONTINUED

Post-Thread Wrap-Up Incoming.

>>39479929
called it.

....

how are we getting out? Maybe our demoman here should just secure(read: blow up) an exit instead of meeting up with them?

>>39479929
well this was fun. Glad to know that we can keep a few guys alive, if only for so long. See you tomorrow Timid, by the way what happened with the black out.

>>39479929
HISTORY HAS CHANGED.
FOR ONE MAN, AT LEAST, FATE HAS BEEN DEFIED.

Congratulations, everyone. Sorry if this seems a tad short, but it's been six hours since I started and I've got a lot of planning to make happen. It's also one in the morning, which means I've got some sleeping to do!

??? Morale is now SKY HIGH!
Deimos is now MIA! This is still subject to change, however...

Did I do bad? Did I do good? I know it was a bit of a weak start, but I think my writing picked up around the middle. I'm hoping the third act will be just as good. Please let me know if you have any comments, concerns, or complaints!

>>39479947
You'll find a way. Flare and the Captain always find a way.

>>39479967
Thursday, you mean. Unless I'm starting another quest. I couldn't do that to myself, though - I've already got a DnD game planned, and I don't want either this quest or that game to be underwhelming.

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>>39479967
Oh, I forgot.

I COULDN'T SHIT UNTIL THE LIGHTS WERE ON DUE TO FEAR OF THE ASWANG AND WHITE LADY.

I am a very, very timid Filipino.

>>39479990
well good luck.
>>39480002
I thought the Aswang was only a threat to pregnant women? Who is this White Lady?And what caused the black out.

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>>39480010
Flash floods and strong winds. And the aswang is always a threat. As are trisikad drivers who want to shank you on empty roads. I don't live in the Philippines anymore, but...

...they never, ever leave your dreams. Never ever.

>Captcha - fegyt

Yes, I am a fegyt, captcha, but at least I'm not a homosexual.

>>39480031
Well I apparently have much to learn about Pilipino Mythology. See you Thursday Timid and I could be a massive ass right now but I won't.

>>39479990
>Did I do bad? Did I do good?
You might be going a little overboard with DEFYING FATE, but that's all.

>>39480002
nah man, it's the monster babies that really scare the 'susmariajoseph out of you. As long as you forget that they look like they can barely outrun a snail.

>>39480031
there's a flashstorm happening right now...

>>39480116
I happen to like hamming things on a bit.

I'll tone it down.

And everything in the Philippines is scary, by virtue of being poor.

>>39480072
Thank you. sorry if I offended.

>>39480251
Eh no biggy.

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