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“Sir, I’ve only had time to read the summary. But I did manage to get my hands on this.” You place the capsule on his desk and activate it.

“Rico...” His face softens. It seems like he is close to tears. You both stand in silence as Rico repeats her message. When the capsule deactivates, Tyrell finally responds.

“Sir, we have every reason to believe Rico is still alive somewhere around the Central Dome area.” You stand at attention, waiting for him to say anything.

Tyrell finally composes himself. “It would do you well to read the dossier before your next mission. You are to continue to take any Hunter’s Guild mission that will lead you to the Central Dome. Finding Rico is your top priority, before any guild business.” He clears his throat. “Don’t disclose this mission to anyone.”

“Understood, sir.”

“Pheonixia, I cannot stress this enough. I am placing an incredible amount of trust in you, do not disappoint me. It may surprise you to hear this, but I am not the only person in power on this ship. Rumors of misallocated resources could be disastrous. But...” he looks you dead in the eye, “this is my only daughter.”

You nod your head. “I know sir. I’ll find her. I promise.”

“Thank you Pheonixia.” Tyrell sits back down. “You are dismissed.”

Irene walks you to the elevator. “I overheard your conversation, sorry.”

You shoot her a glance. “So much for privacy...”

“Privacy is in short supply around here. Just a word of warning, Colin wasn’t exaggerating.” She gives you a serious look. “If you’re going to be helping him like this, be careful of what you say around certain people. Especially soldiers, or that cast you seem attached to.” Irene heads back to her desk.

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There's big things happening around you that you didn't exactly sign up for, but you were never one to turn down a challenge.

Tyrell wants you to keep taking missions to Ragol, so you'll do exactly that. You take the elevator down to the central area of Pioneer 2 and head straight for the guild counter. The notice board is well populated with planet-side quests. It seems many of the other hunters have been turned off of missions on Ragol. A few catch your eye.

> A. James Racton is posting a search and rescue mission.

> B. Garon is posting an item recovery mission

> C. An anonymous assistant from the Lab is posting a search and rescue mission

>>40160409
>C. An anonymous assistant from the Lab is posting a search and rescue mission
We're a Lab assistant, so this should be interesting.

I wonder why Principal Tyrell would trust us, a rookie FOnewearl with a degree, to find Red Ring Rico?

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With no strong preference to guide you, you err on the side of nepotism. You send a guild mail to the client to set up a meeting time. To your surprise, you get a response within five minutes. They're ready to meet immediately in the guild lobby.

You walk over to the lobby and spot a few forces reading the news, and a short newman in a lab coat. As soon as she sees you, she let's out an ear piercing scream. Your fellow forces are visibly disturbed, but remain silent. You have little time to react as the girl in the lab coat nearly tackles you with a running hug.

“Oh. My. GOD! Pheonixia, is that really you? I thought they were kidding when they said you got your hunter's license. Oh my God, this is so cool. You look sooooooo sexy in that gettup. Is that, like, regulation or something? Or is that just the fashion. I know I'd totally be rocking that kind of thing if the Lab let us. Of course, I've got a bit more to show off, so I guess modesty can be a good thing, right? I haven't heard from you in, like, a year! How have you been? Any cuties I should know about?”

You have no memory of this person.

> A. Play along, pretend to remember her.

> B. Ask who she is.

> C. Try to bring the 'conversation' back to the mission

>>40160778
>B. Ask who she is.
Faces have been running together recently.

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“I'm sorry. A lot of stuff's been happening lately and faces have been running together. What's your name?”

The newman pouts, “Oh, Pheonixia, you've always been so busy with work you never let your social life happen. No wonder you have trouble remembering names. It's Nela, remember? We worked on that one project together that one time? Something about laser swords or whatever?”

Now you remember her. You only worked with Nela for a couple weeks. She was a largely unqualified assistant that tended to attach herself to the most powerful men around her. You suspect she was only put on your project because your principal investigator was recently divorced and she had been...keeping him company. She was moved to a different project after a nearly disastrous incident with a plasma saber's photon pack. The fact that she can remember you after all these years is, at least, somewhat impressive.

“Oh, Nela...right. Hi, sorry I couldn't remember you right away. So, you're still working at the lab?”

Nela perks back up. “Yeah! I write down measurements for Dr. Guls and bring him coffee and stuff. You know, the assistant thing.”

Dr. Guls is xenobiologist. You suspect she's been put on rudimentary bench chemistry detail with no volatile chemicals. That's usually where happens to interns before they prove themselves capable.

“Anyways, Dr. Guls just got that animal data the government just sent out. He saw some pictures of those giant birds, which were totally adorable by the way, and took off somewhere. He hasn't been at the lab or at home for a day now.”

“Alright,” you turn to leave, “I'll get him right back, don't worry.”

“Pheonixia! Please make sure he's not hurt, ok?”

This is getting a bit too personal for you. “He'll be fine, I promise.”

Before you begin work, you may want to grab some help.

> A. Go on your own

> B. Call Eleanor

> C. Call Ash

> D. Call Kireek

> E. Call someone else (write in)

>>40161466
>B. Call Eleanor
Ash is too green, and Kireek is too high-profile. We didn't see too much of Eleanor, so this'd be her chance to really show off.

>>40161466
I don't have much preference, so I'll back >>40161771

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You decide to call in Eleanor for backup. She agrees to join you and meets with a wave at the Ryuker gate.

“Thanks for coming in on such short notice. How did you get to the pipe so fast?”

“Oh, I'm already on another mission. I was about to head out, but it's not time sensitive. After our last mission, it seems like a good idea to stick together.” She gestures to the conduit. “After you.”

You pipe down to the surface. It's still early in the morning, so you should both have plenty of time to complete your objectives, barring any unforeseen circumstances.

> A. Ask Eleanor what her mission is

> B. Start looking for Rappies [DEX-Easy]

> C. Have your MAG track the transponder signal [DEX-Easy]

>>40162100
>B. Start looking for Rappies [DEX-Easy]
Follow the trails of laser burns. Or the trail of suspiciously NOT laser burned.

>>40162100
>A. Ask Eleanor what her mission is
>C. Have your MAG track the transponder signal [DEX-Easy]
Rappies are easy to find as it is.

>>40162153
>>40162365

...well then...

>>40162487
Let's start with A. It's the most inoffensive option.

>>40162487
just roll

>>40162365
unless I can convince you that studying the rappies might bring us closer to finding Rico while still plausibly being an action done for this mission.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

Fiiine, we'll combine A with the roll.

Rolled 4 (1d7)

and now, dex

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You set your MAG to track Dr. Guls' shuttle transponder.

“So, what mission are you on?”

“Well, you know mission details are confidential.” Eleanor laughs, “But I suppose since we're technically both working on it, I can share. I'm helping someone recover MAGs that somehow got lost on the surface.”

“How do you lose a MAG? Aren't they supposed to be hard-linked to their owners?”

She gives out a soft sigh, “Yes, which is why the mission is so curious. I'm good with MAGs, so I decided to take the mission to find out what's going on.”

Your MAG starts to oscillate up and down toward a denser part of the forest. After walking through brush for 20 minutes, you see a shuttle to the east in a clearing. The grass around it has been flattened into a path. You see Rappy tracks head off to the north.

> A. Investigate the shuttle

> B. Follow the tracks

>>40162807
>A. Investigate the shuttle

>>40162807
>A. Investigate the shuttle

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You take a look inside the shuttle. Eleanor stays outside the hatch. “I'll keep an eye out for wildlife and tell you if anything happens.”

“Good thinking.”

The interior is a mess. Notes are scattered all over the seats, and it seems he had copies of the footage you took with the Rappies during the Ryuker conduit mission. You notice a journal on the dashboard.

'Day 1 – They don't seem to suspect a thing. That, or they don't care. The birds are even more glorious than they appeared in the footage. I have met burn-wing and his friends. They seem more receptive to me than the others. They nearly followed me to the shuttle, but I cannot let them discover it. I must remain undiscovered.'

Vague and more than a little strange. Heading back our to the rear hatch, you notice a lab coat, dress shirt, and pants hung and neatly folded. There appears to be feathers on the floor.

> A. Head out and start following the tracks.

> B. See if you can gather anything else from the notes

> C. Ask Eleanor to come take a look at this

>>40163205
> C. Ask Eleanor to come take a look at this

>>40163205
He's not dead anyway, going by the lack of blood. yet Rappy presence

> B. See if you can gather anything else from the notes

>>40163205
>B. See if you can gather anything else from the notes

Was here for the first thread, somehow missed the last two.

Have we ever used our feminine wiles to our advantage yet?
Will we ever?

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You spend a few minutes skimming his notes. Things get progressively weirder as you go. He has detailed measurements of the birds, sketches, behavioral patterns, a couple 3d models, the location of a Rappy commune nearby, and plans for a human sized Rappy suit.

“What. The. Fuck?”

You grab the feather and head outside. “Eleanor, I need you to run an analysis on this feather, pl-” you stop short when you see Eleanor surrounded by five strange MAGs.

> A. Ask about the MAGs

> B. Ask for the analysis

> C. Hurry up and head to the Rappy commune

>>>40163205
>B. See if you can gather anything else from the notes

>>40163471
Nah, we're better than that. Also, there haven't been any applicable situations for it

>>40163471

On the first post of this thread is a link to the archived threads from the first three sessions.

Not really.

And that's completely up to the players. Write ins are welcomed and encouraged.

>>40163577
>>40163577
>> B. Ask for the analysis
either the doc is loco, or the rappies have made him loco, and this may have something to do with tampered MAGs.

>>40163577
> A. Ask about the MAGs
Wot

>>40163577
>A. Ask about the MAGs
Are those the missing MAGs?

>>40163577
> A. Ask about the MAGs
Looks like our new friend is a futuristic Disney princess

>>40163657
I'm pretty sure the doc has always been a bit loony for Rappies ever since he saw the footage.

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“Eleanor...what's going on here?”

The MAGs seem to be oscillating in sync with each other, and letting off a faint glow that you'd normally expect as the primary stage of a photon blast. Two more MAGs come out of the woods and join the crowd. They appear to be forming a ring around Eleanor.

“I'm not exactly sure. They are all telling me different stories about their masters. I think they're lost. Pheonixia, I don't suppose you recognize any of these MAGs, do you?”

> A. Ask how the MAGS are speaking to her

> B. Tell her to have the MAGs wait while you both track down Dr. Guls

> C. Leave her with the MAGs while you track down Guls

>>40163969
>A. Ask how the MAGS are speaking to her
>Ask the MAGS if they've been to the Rappy Commune or if they've seen the professor.
hmm, might have to step out for a few hours. Good thing there are actually people here now.

>>40163969
>A. Ask how the MAGS are speaking to her

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>>40164043

7 uniques. Thank God, indeed. Glad to have everyone here.

>>40163969
> C. Leave her with the MAGs while you track down Guls
Best leave the MAG messiah to her flock while we do actual work. We can call her on comms if we need backup

>>40163969
> A. Ask how the MAGS are speaking to her

>>40163969
> A. Ask how the MAGs are speaking to her

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“Wait, wait, wait. Can we go back to the part where you can talk to the MAGs?”

“Oh, you can't? It must be a cast thing.” She reaches down to pet one of the MAGs.

“No, this is definitely a you thing. MAGs are meant to take orders, not actually communicate back.”

“But they can think and feel, just like casts. They might not use words, but they give me images to interpret. They are all trying to get me to find their masters. I think they were all locked in a box somewhere for some time.”

You give your MAG a nervous, guilty glance, suddenly realizing that you've been treating it like a simple tool when it might have been much more. “Well, what are they doing right now?”

“Oh this? They're just happy they have someone to talk to besides other MAGs. MAGs get lonely without someone around to use them.” She stands back up and walks over to you. “Weren't you asking about something earlier?”

> A. Ask for the feather analysis

> B. Have her help you find the Rappy commune.

> C. Have her leave the MAGs at the shuttle and come with you to the Rappy commune

>>40164391
> A. Ask for the feather analysis

>>40164391
>Ask if they've been to the Rappy commune, see if they have pictures
>Head to the Rappy commune(no preference)

>>40164391
>A. Ask for the feather analysis
Ask Elenor if the MAGs have seen anything else around here recently, like a colony of Rappies or something.

>>40164391
Seconding >40164720

>>40164391
> A. Ask for the feather analysis
then
>B

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“Uhm...yeah. Can you take a look at this feather and see if you can figure out where it came from?”

Eleanor takes the feather and holds it up to the sun. You see her eyes dilate. “This was made by a biological 3D printer. It's not a real bird feather. The coloration is from a dye. Whoever made this did a pretty good job of it.”

“I feared as much. I don't suppose any of the MAGs have seen a place where you can find a lot of Rag Rappies?”

The MAGs light up and temporarily speed up their oscillations. Some of them ring around you. More have joined the crowd while you weren't looking.

“It looks like it, but...that's weird. It looks like the interior of a ship...”

A rappy appears out of the brush and freezes as soon as it sees you.

> A. Try to freeze it in place with an ice technique [MIND- Easy]

> B. Reach out to pet it [DEX-Easy]

> C. Hold absolutely still

>>40164936
> B. Reach out to pet it [DEX-Easy]
I'm off to sleep, night.

>>40164936
>B. Reach out to pet it [DEX-Easy]
The art pieces say it's spelled "Elenor" without an "a".

>>40165044

Uhm....QM fiat? Fucking shit....

>>40164936
> B. Pet a rappy [DEX-Easy]

Rolled 2 (1d7)

Time for a dice roll!

>>40164936
> A. Try to freeze it in place with an ice technique [MIND- Easy]
Hello Professor

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You reach out to pet the rappy. It panics and clumsily runs away. It's a bit slow for a rappy, but still outpaces you.

Elenor comes up behind you. “Perhaps we should locate the commune.”

“That works. Half a klick northeast of here. Coincidentally, the same direction that rappy was heading.”

You both walk through the forest accompanied by two dozen MAGs. You walk into a clearing filled with rag rappies waddling about, which would be impressive on its own were it not for the massive ship crashed into the cliff face behind them.

The rappies take notice of you. One waddles up to you.

> A. Pet it [DEX-Easy]

> B. Whack it with your cane [STR-Easy]

> C. Call out for Dr. Guls

>>40165368
>C. Call out for Dr. Guls

>>40165368
> A. Always pet rappies

>>40165446
>>40165692

Dice roll imminent.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

Rolled 7 (1d7)

Rolled 4 (1d7)

>>40165834
oooh, crits!

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You reach out to pet the rappy. It rears it's head back and lunges it's beak at you with a powerful peck. You instinctively leap backwards.

Elenor take a shot at the rappy at point blank range. The blast hits it's soft belly, sending it tumbling backwards, head over talons. The other rappies scatter into the woods, the slow one runs into the ship.

> A. Head back to the shuttle and wait for Dr. Guls

> B. Call for Guls

> C. Head into the wrecked ship

>>40165971
>B. Call for Guls

> C. Head into the wrecked ship
Wait up, Doc!

>>40165971
> C. Head into the wrecked ship

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>40166028
>>40166213

mumble grumble rolling

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“Thanks for the save. The slow one. That's Guls.”

Elenor turns to you. “What?”

“The man we're looking for. He made a rappy costume. He's hiding in that ship.

“Isn't that...the Gran Squall?”

You look at the shape of the hull. It does look like the tail end of the ship from the news reports.

“Yeah. Something tells me the doctor isn't going to like what he finds.”

You both climb into the ship. Droppings, scratches, and peck marks cover the are. Apparently, these birds can pierce metal with their beaks.

You find a kitchen area. All the food stores have been torn open. Some of them are starting to rot. You fail to find Dr. Guls on the lower deck, so you climb up to the next one. Behind the first door out of the stairwell, you find a room with two bodies. One of the MAGs flies over to them.

“Pheonixia...” Elenor seems taken aback. “That was its master.”

> A. Attempt to identify the body

> B. Try to comfort the MAG somehow (write in)

> C. Leave the MAG and continue searching for Dr. Guls

>>40166524
>B. Try to comfort the MAG somehow (write in)
Send our own MAG to, I dunno, comfort it a bit, somehow. I wonder what a MAG brohug looks like.

>>40166647
This

>>40166524
> B. Try to comfort the MAG somehow (write in)
Lightly pat the MAG, then whisper to our MAG to do >>40166647

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You turn to your MAG. “Can you...do something to help it? I don't know how the grieving process works for you guys.”

Your MAG blinks blue briefly and floats over to the other MAG. They both glow with photon energy for a moment. Your MAG returns to your side as the other MAG floats over to Elenor.

Elenor looks at you. “You know, you shouldn't feel guilty.”

“What?”

“Earlier. Your MAG told me you felt guilty about how you've been treating it. It's very happy with you. Most hunters don't even know that a MAG can think. You and your MAG have a strong...synchronization?...with each other. It's hard to find the right words for what it is, but what you two have is special.”

“Uhm...thanks.” You look over to your MAG, more confused than anything. “Let's get back to work.”

You continue down the halls, looking for Guls. You're hesitant to open any more doors. You may be a hunter, but death still puts you off of the idea of eating or sleeping any time soon.

You find him with the head section of his costume removed, starring at a dead body in the hall.

> A. Grab him [DEX-Trivial]

> B. Tell him it's time to go

> C. Knock him out before he notices you and drag him back to the ship [STR-Easy]

>>40166990
>B. Tell him it's time to go
"Dr. Guls. The Lab is looking for you. I know Rappies are cute, but don't make me bring you by force."

>>40166990
> A. Grab him [DEX-Trivial]

>>40166990
> B. Tell him it's time to go

but be ready for
>C. Knock him out

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You walk up behind the man in a rappy suit. “Dr. Guls, it's time to go. Nela is looking for you. I know you've had your fun with the rappies, but you're needed back on Pioneer 2.”

He turns to you with tears in his eyes. “It was fun. These birds are amazing. But this planet. There's something wrong with this planet. Everything is so violent. There's so much death around here.” He looks down at himself. “I must look pretty silly right now.”

You don't respond.

“All right, let's go home.”

You turn to find Elenor standing in front of a metal crate perforated by peck marks.

“What'd you find over there?” you ask her.

She turns back to you. “Sorry, I got distracted. This was the crate the mags were kept in, but this isn't from the ship. I think I'll have to have a few words with my client upon our return.”

“Are...are you angry? I've never heard you angry before.”

“Well, a woman must keep her composure when she can.” She sighs. “I'm sure the shuttle is still functional if we want to take that back home.”

> A. Walk back to the shuttle.

> B. Take the Ryuker conduit

>>40167457
>B. Take the Ryuker conduit
The ship was banged up. We'll send someone else to recover it later.

>>40167457
> A. Walk back to the shuttle

Rolled 2 (1d2)

What happened to based tie breaker?

>>40167588
>>40167568

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The three of you and nearly forty MAGs walk back to the shuttle. You hear a few rappies scuttling about as you make your way through the forest, but none of them come close enough to see. You assume Elenor scared them off well enough.

You allow Dr. Guls to change into a more dignified outfit before you enter the shuttle. The shuttle takes off, experiencing some turbulence as you ascend. You think the dark matter may be to blame.

As soon as you exit the atmosphere, you send a guild mail to Nela, informing her of your safe return.

The shuttle docks in the bay, and the hatch opens, and in runs Nela in full force attire. She tackles Dr. Guls in a similar way she did you. Tears stream down her face as she berates her boss.

“Oh my God, Dale! Are you alright? Never ever do that to me again. I was so worried. What did you think you were doing? Those stupid birds aren't worth running out on me, are they?” She punctuates every sentence with a kiss somewhere on his face.

“Nela, wait! I can explain everything later. I have to get these notes back to the Lab.”

“No, sir. We are going back home right now!” She comes over to you and grips you in a bear hug. Your faces are touching. Why are your faces touching?

“Pheonixia, thank you so much. Here.” She hands you a photon crystal, “I know you liked working with these before, so I kind of swiped one from the Lab when no one was looking. I figured you deserved an extra reward for bringing Dr. Guls back so fast.”

She grabs Dr. Guls by the wrist and practically drags him out of the shuttle. “I told the guild you finished your job! Thanks so much. I'll see you later, ok? We can go shopping for hunter stuff! Like swords or whatever!”

“No...problem...” You wave back as the two leave. You wipe off any fluids that too-personal thank you might have left on your face. You turn to Elenor.

“Pheonixia, I am just as confused as you. But good job on your mission!”

> End of Part 4

As always, updates on Twitter @sbf2009, suptg for old archived stuff under PSOQ, questions here until I go off to do other stuff.

>>40168193
Are we following PSO1 wholesale, or will there be some deviation to the forumla/story?

>>40168233

I'm putting all Phantasy Star Lore in a blender, mashing puree, and pouring over the beginning of PSO episode I. Once you guys find your way into the Central Dome, there will be massive deviation opportunities.

>>40168262
Towards that end, how much do the old Phantasy Star games influence PSO?

>>40168326

Less than they will in the quest. Only some items and enemies carried over. The Stories of Motavia, Dozolis, and Palma are completely separated from the stories of Ragol and Coral in the games.

damn i just got here and the quest is over
oh well
but now i want to play PSO again

>>40169136
I'm on every Sunday at 7 PM. Until we get more players, I'm afraid of having it on any other day. You can always read up on the old quests to get ready for next week!

>>40169207
oh no, what i meant was is that i just finished reading through the archive
looking forward to next week