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>>40662782
As you watch the rest of your party file in, the sound of thunder echoes around you. Looking to the source, you see a storm of fire fall from orbit. The falling flames slowly die out as they plummet towards the surface of Caedina, leaving behind dozens of landing shuttles. One group of shuttles splits off to the north, another goes to the east, and the remainder descend upon and around the city. You note that there is an absence of plasma and missiles which welcomed you during your drop. You continue to stare skyward as several landing craft make their way towards your landing zone. The shuttles force their to the ground, forsaking aerodynamics for pure force from the thrusters on the sides on the craft. As the heavily armored landers prepare to touch down, the Staff Sergeant approaches you. You think his name is Morton.

He holds his full helm in one hand, with the other, he snaps off a orderly salute. His features are rather plane. Blue eyes, with the pale skin common to those of the fleet who solemnly see sunlight. His head is completely bald, as are the heads of his squadron, L-9. Several of them have taken off their helmets as well. For some reason you find it a somewhat discomforting. Last you recall, soldiers of all branches weren’t required to shave their heads.

“Sir! Thank you for keeping those damn draftees in line, I don’t know what I would have done if things got out of hand. Unless you have orders, sir, I’ll make sure L-9 squad is in order”.
You don’t know what else to tell the Staff Sergeant, so you simply snap off a salute, which he took as meaning you have no orders to issue. Morton turns about on his heels and makes his way to squad L-9

Saluting seems to solve a lot of issues in the military.

>>40662818
You’re still a bit put off by Morton though, the hair and attitude he has towards the draftee just doesn’t sit well with you. When you were on the Avadora, you learned to trust your feelings about people. Often the ones that didn’t sit well with you always wanted you to do strange things like deliver packages, work on dangerous parts of the ship, shank someone, and sometimes they even beat you up.

You shake off those thoughts and take stock of your surroundings.
You’re not exactly sure what keeping your squad in order means, but to you it seems like Morton is milling about with the rest of his men in a part of the courtyard. Over by the small wall, think you see Sarge and several of his men from A-17 digging in some sort of mounted gun behind the wall. One of the O.D. Troopers is lacking, and the one you think is Sarge brings his shovel down on the back of his helm, to the laughter of the soldiers around him.

A torrent of wind draws your attention away from the antics as the shuttles finally set down. From them, waves of soldiers pour out. Unlike you and the other draftees, they lack the full body suits of an Orbital Drop Trooper. Instead, they have less bulky, protective armor covering their bodies over grey fatigues. These would be the more common Marines, which the majority of Fleet citizens would have been conscripted into.

As they pile out of their shuttles, two groups catch your eyes. The first is a pack of metallic men. The majority of their flesh and blood being replaced by steel and oil, The technicians which you met before the drop. Perhaps you could find 7 amongst them.

The other group is centered around a single man, who carries himself far better than the marines around him. What you assume are aids swarm around him, perhaps delivering messages or taking orders. The man makes his way to a tent, you didn’t even see someone put it up.

>>40662840
If anyone is an officer, it’s that man. If you wanted to know about the situation or know what to do now, you could ask him. Hopefully he won’t notice you’re impersonating an officer.

What shall you do?
>Go to Sarge
>Go to the Techs, maybe find 7’s
>Go to the Commander
>Other


- - -- - - - - - - - -- - -- - - - - -- - - -- - - -
And yes, the dice are no longer a cluster fuck, hopefully.
We’re going to be doing the ever so popular 3d10 vs dcX from now on.

buffs and nerfs will be added depending on the roll, gear, experince, etc.

I will take the first three rolls

1 or fewer dice beating the DC is a failure.

2 or more dice beating the DC is a success.

For like, every 5 over the DC I set, something better will happen, that part is still open to change.

Anyways, dice might change a little through the thread, we’re finally back, let’s have fun.

>>40662917
>Go to the Techs, maybe find 7’s

The MC caught quite some fire iirc. At least three plasma burns, repair gel reserves running low...

>>40662917
>Go to the Techs, maybe find 7’s
Maybe ask why we got an officer suit?

>>40662917
>Go to the Techs, maybe find 7’s

>>40663089
>>40663154
>>40663199
Hive Mine stonk

>>40662917
>Go to the Techs, maybe find 7’s

>>40663496
Who is sarge again?

>>40663626
A briefly introduced character. He had command of Squad A-17 before he handed it over to you.

The reason he is in charge and not a Staff Sargent is
>We lost contact with our Staff Sergeant after some bastard rammed his pod into our Staff Sergeants during the drop

And if you don't remember past that, you had a bad roll trying to dodge during the drop, and rammed into another pod
hint hint

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You think’s best if you try and find the man who got put you in your current situation.
At the very least, you can have someone to patch up the several nickel sized holes in your armor.
You start to make your way towards the shuttles, and the techies who’ve set up all their equipment to the side of one of the giant metal beasts.

You walk against the flow of marines as they part march, and are part herded off the shuttles.
They part around you, the river of grey flowing around you. It sort of reminds you of the medical gel, in a funny sort of way.
Many of the marines stare at you as you pass by them. One woman even drops her rifle as both her hands move to stifle a scream. You scoop up the rifle with one hand, pushing it into the grip of the wide eyed woman, who you tower over in your suit. As you walk off, you hear some NCO yelling about, “never drop your fucking weapon, shitstick”.

In a couple more silent steps, you make it past the marines, and find yourself in a crowd in robotic men. A lot of them look the same, but you spot a dirty leather jacket which . You wave towards the cyborg, usually you’d stand out amongst a crowd in your suit, but most of the Techies are your height, and are covered in nearly the same amount of metal.

You have to walk up in front of 7’s before he notices you.
“Hey m8! You’re tha fuckka who picked the stalker suit, look’s like ya made it this far!” . Really the only human thing left of 7’s face, his eyes, crinkle up as he laughs at his own humor. “Shit m8, looks like you almost didn’t make it”. The cyborg says as he gestures towards your body.

Looking down, you realize that your left arm, and from your chest to your thighs are caked in a coat of your dried blood.
That explains a few things.

>>40663979
“Fuck, you’ll ruin ma suit before the day is out, you will! Come heer ya fuckka”. 7’s leans down into a near by case, and pulls out some sort of tool. To you, it looks like a blowtorch. A metal cable running into the case it was extracted from.

7’s pushes you about as he puts the tool up to your wounds, squeezing the handle releases a mist of a fine silver substance. It eats away the hardened upper layer of the medical gel which fills the hole in the suit. You don’t think it’s eating past the thickness of the suit and into the wound itself, but you have no way to tell for sure, but you don’t think it would make sense to just eat away at your flesh.
Come to think of it, you noticed 7’s was far more concerned with the suit than your injuries, so you’re not really certain about any of it anymore. As you contomplate running away in panic, 7’s calls out,
“So… How’s the suit treating ya? Pretty fucking rad, am I right?”

>No
>Ask about Officer design
>Ask about Flashbang malfunction
>Ask about bitching upgrades
>Other

>>40664002
>Ask about bitching upgrades
>Ask about Officer design

>>40664002
>Ask about Officer design
>Ask about Flashbang malfunction
>Ask about bitching upgrades
>Other
Chances of us getting anally reckt for wearing it.

>>40664002
>Ask about bitching upgrades
>Ask about Officer design

>Ask him for portable MedGel-packs, might be we need them if we're away from home for extended periods

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>>40664002
>Ask about Officer design

>>40664054
>>40664073
>>40664147
>>40664290
I'll add all the others from here since they ain't too big

Chance of getting anally rekted - high

>>40664452
Chances of getting some pussi boss whole wearing it?

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>>40662782
Sorry mate, can't participate tonight because I'm not caught up and I have school stuff to do, but I'm hoping shit works out and you don't give up questing.

>>40664589
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t5ZxdSXTLx8
This applies right?

>>40664918
That's alright man, school first. You can always catch the thread in the archive.
And thanks, I hope to keep questing too!

>>40665154
Kaine ain't 15, but he should be able to tell if he does, or does not wany to be pissed on.

Sorry for the wait guys, almost done.

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Your mechanical voice breaks out,“There is one issue that I need addressed”. There are several.

“ Star’s weeping, m8. Your fuckking voice is badass. Soundings like tha fuckking Terminator… no.. wait…. It sounds badass. Anyways, what’s the problem ?”

You try to look at 7’s directly, but he’s working on the exit holes in the armor.
“I activated something called a ‘Flashbang’ when i was trying to sneak up on a sniper, and I blinded myself. Can you fix that?”

7’s stops working on your suit. He sits there for a moment, perhaps thinking, then bursts into laughter. “That’s so fuckking stupid! HAhahaha, oh, m8, that’s fucking stupid. Wow. Is that how you got shot?”

You nod, which sets 7’s off on another round of laughter. He walks over to another case, pulling out a tablet with an access cable, which is a small spike. He walks behind you, and without a word, jams the needle into the base of your neck. There’s a pricking sensation, but it’s not that painful, you don’t think it’s designed actually puncture your skin.

You hear several clicks and taps as 7’s works the keyboard built into the tablet.
“Yeah, I got the problem right ‘ere, m8. The sensors, for ya eyes an’ eyes, ain’t coded to shield against tha flash and tha bang, shit, must have been painful”. 7’s starts to crack up at this again.

After typing into the tablet for several minutes, 7’s speaks again.
“You should be able to use the Flash command, or whateva the hell I programed it as. I think I got tha idea from one of those old Earth Games. Pokey whatevas.”

You nod your head in thanks as 7’s starts to repair your suit again.
“Do you have any more upgrades for these Drop Suits?”

7’s calls out from behind you. “A shit ton. You got any credits on you?”
You shake your head, you didn’t have time when they drafted you.

>>40665423
Your mechanical voice breaks out,“There is one issue that I need addressed”. There are several.

“ Star’s weeping, m8. Your fuckking voice is badass. Soundings like tha fuckking Terminator… no.. wait…. It sounds badass. Anyways, what’s the problem ?”

You try to look at 7’s directly, but he’s working on the exit holes in the armor.
“I activated something called a ‘Flashbang’ when i was trying to sneak up on a sniper, and I blinded myself. Can you fix that?”

7’s stops working on your suit. He sits there for a moment, perhaps thinking, then bursts into laughter. “That’s so fuckking stupid! HAhahaha, oh, m8, that’s fucking stupid. Wow. Is that how you got shot?”

You nod, which sets 7’s off on another round of laughter. He walks over to another case, pulling out a tablet with an access cable, which is a small spike. He walks behind you, and without a word, jams the needle into the base of your neck. There’s a pricking sensation, but it’s not that painful, you don’t think it’s designed actually puncture your skin.

You hear several clicks and taps as 7’s works the keyboard built into the tablet.
“Yeah, I got the problem right ‘ere, m8. The sensors, for ya eyes an’ eyes, ain’t coded to shield against tha flash and tha bang, shit, must have been painful”. 7’s starts to crack up at this again.

After typing into the tablet for several minutes, 7’s speaks again.
“You should be able to use the Flash command, or whateva the hell I programed it as. I think I got tha idea from one of those old Earth Games. Pokey whatevas.”

You nod your head in thanks as 7’s starts to repair your suit again.
“Do you have any more upgrades for these Drop Suits?”

7’s calls out from behind you. “A shit ton. You got any credits on you?”
You shake your head, you didn’t have time when they drafted you.

>>40665423
>>40665460
Same post m8

>>40665423
“Eh, no worries, but I can’t this shit fo’ free. Military property or whateva. Just look fo’ me or one of tha other Techies if you live, we’ll hook you up. Cloaking device is always in demand for tha stalkers, uh, fucking plasma blade is radical. Oh, fucking forcefield, real Halo shit. Tons more, but that’s the popular shit off the top of my head. I might do custom shit too. Okay, all done here.”

7’s dusts off his hands as he stands up, leaning down to pick up his tool from the ground. he places the spraying tool backing into the case he got it from. “Did I explain this shit to ya?” He says as he gestures towards the case he just put his tool back in. Again, you shake your head.


“All, well that medical gel shit, that’s fo’ your wounds. Don’t worry about it after it fills the wounds. It’s got stems cells or whateva tha fuck you call it. Don’t ask me how it works. As long as anything too fucking vital, like your heart, brain, lungs, don’t get hit, you’re fine. That magic fairy dust I’ve been using is nanobots, don’t ask me how it fucking works. Think about it like those damn steam cells, they’ll fix anything as long as it ain’t too vital. Like your nuclear battery, etc. Difference is, when you activate the repair on your suit, it takes way longer than the medical gel. Any questions?”

Since he said to not ask him how it works, you just shake your head. Reaching another case, 7’s
pulls out two hand sized, silver canisters. One has a red cross on it, the other has a grey wrench on it. Both seem to have been drawn by hand. Crudely.

7’s tosses the two canisters to you. You find that they also conveniently hook onto your waist. “There’s a port on the right shoulder ish that sucks ‘em dry, fills your reserves. Alright m8, any other shit? You seemed all fixed up to me”

>>40665472
aay thanks,nigga

>>40665517
You take a quick look around to make sure no one’s listening. You’re in a crowd of working Techies, so you doubt they’ll pay you any attention.


You try to speak as quietly as possible.
“This helmet is a captain’s design, if they find out I’m impersonating an officer, I will be executed”. You try to stress the seriousness of your problem, but you can’t help but notice that the word ‘executed’ sounds particularly sinister with your synthesized voice.

“Has anyone else seen you with the helm on? given ya command, or called ya sir?”
You nod

“Ha, you’re fucked m8!” 7’s takes a few more moments before speaking,” I got it! Just take off the helmet. Man, I’m a fuckking genius”.

You honestly haven’t thought of just taking off your helmet. You’ve even seen some of the drafted Troopers wear their suits without the helm.

“Here, I’ll give you a hand. Just mentally think about the helmet coming off, for the neuromologi- whatever thing”. He walks to you, planting a foot on your stomach, he places both hands on the side of your helmet, you can still ‘feel’ the exterior of the suit. It’s a strange sensation.

“On Three. One . Two!” 7’s pulls on your head, his mechanical arms straining, at the same time, he practically kicks you in the stomach. He strains for a few more seconds, then gives up.

He seems to think for
“Wait, I remember now! I made this suit, oh, two, three months ago. Tha thing with Drop Suits, is that they have to map out your neuromo-watchamacallit pathways, so a lot of the suits can’t be used by more than one person. So, me being tha great fucking 7’s, I came up with this idea, why make it…. so it’s not like that?”

7’s spreads his hands for dramatic effect. You wait patiently for the reason why you will be executed.

>>40665542
“So, I sort of, possibly, borrowed some Xeno tech. That is of course, illegal, so I threw that suit in tha back locka. Must ‘ave forgotten about it when they had the draft and said to use every scrap of equipment we had to arm everyone! So, I’m not saying this is permanent, but I can fix it… probably. Hey, if you survive the day, come find me! I’ll make you right as rain, yea?”

Your hand twitched towards your weapon.

Of course it wouldn’t be that simple. That would be too easy. Maybe you should go see Sarge, or talk to that guy who looked like he was in charge. You need commands after all.

They might figure out you’re an imposter if you just laze about all day.

Yeah, go talk to someone else

What shall you do?
>EXECUTE ACTION - KILL 7’S
>Go talk to Sarge
>Go talk to the Commander
>Other
Any ways, sorry for the fucking wait, I don't know, I just had trouble writing this part.

>>40665589
>Go talk to the Commander

>>40665589
>Go talk to the Commander
Jesus 7s you owe something for this shit show.
Does this mean we can't take our gear off?

>>40665589
>Go talk to the Commander

>>40665589
>Go talk to the Commander
Execute plan: become competent so they actually just give us the rank

>>40665589
>>Go talk to the Commander

>>40665601
>>40665646
>>40665648
>>40665656
>>40665749
>Don't murder the only person who might fix you
psh, alright typing that shit up

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“Thank’s for the repairs, 7’s. I’ll see you after this battle is over”

“Course , m8! Try to not get shot again.” You can hear 7’s laughing as you walk away.
You guess this entire situation is his doing, but you don’t hate the metal man. He’s good natured enough, just a little insane, like most humans.

You make your way towards the command tent. This time, there aren’t many marines around the shuttles, most of them seem to be readying their gear. You do have to pause as a Walker battle tank lumbers its way out from newly landed shuttle.
The six legged machine boasts a menacing rail gun for a turret, the drone is either controlled from nearby or up in orbit.

Finally reaching the command tent, two guards in front snap to attention, not even questioning you.
When you enter, you see that a small table has been set up, with a holographic projector placed on it.

A bright blue replica of Caedia is before you. Across the table from the entrance is the commander. The commander spends several moments talking quietly into a radio or communicator, while aids swarm around him. You take a moment to look at him up close.

He has greying brown hair, but despite this he still looks rather young. Two scars run parallel from the upper left to the lower right, one from the middle of his forehead to his eyebrow, another from his upper to lower lip. The scars give him a sort of heroic look.
You can’t tell if his eyes are green or blue, but they have the keen look of a man who expects his orders to be followed . A light scuff covers his face, apparently he hasn’t had the chance to shave recently.

Over some sort of sort of high quality spacer suit, he wears heavy ballistic armor. You can’t tell if it’s some sort of alloy, or if it actually has a gold coating.

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>>40666773
Everything about him tells you he’s a some form of highborn spacer. Many of the naval titles are hereditary in the Fleet, and it’s not uncommon for these high lords to command their levies when called on.

As you wonder what exact type of highborn he is, he notices you.

“Ah, You’re the Captain who secured this landing zone, correct?”

You snap off your best “please don’t notice I don’t know what I’m doing” salute you can muster. You don’t know if you should offer up your name, both the Sergeant and Staff Sergeant did when they met you. Before you can enter an internal debate, he continues on.

“I see you’ve gathered up 5 squadrons of Orbital Drop Troopers. A shame it’s not a full battalion, but there are many shortages today. Of men and steel”. He sighs for a moment, apparently forgetting you for a moment, and then suddenly noticing you all at once.

“Alright! Captain, I want you to select a squad to leave behind, that leaves you two light platoons. Now, On this map you can see 5 important points. First” He says as a jab a finger at the red point in the north
“ this is the most important point, the Orbital Battery, there have been reports of large amounts of Antediluvians mustering there, and as such, the largest defense force has been detached there. The Orbital Battery. Must. Not. Fall”.
He emphasises each word by jabbing at the point.

Antediluvians? Muster? You’ve never heard of Antediluvians before. Spare you no time to think, the Commander moves on. This time he points at the eastern red point.
“Second. The Orbital Missile Silo. An important facility in the battle above, but not as much as the Orbital Battery. The least threatened, as no sea based Antediluvian navies have been spotted, but it’s too quiet, I don’t like it”.

>>40666823
The Commander gestures broadly to the three yellow points within the boundaries of the city. “Third, the three spaceports of Caedia. As important as the Orbital Battery. They are the reason we are here.
In order to continuously evacuate the population, we must control these three ports. However, the Orbital Battery will cut off any possibility of take off, should it fall. Fighting has been light, but constant”.

Finally, the Commander points towards the green dot, “Lastly, we are here. Holding this point will ensure a steady stream of reinforcements until the civilian population has been evacuated. That is why I need you to leave one squad behind”.

The Commander takes a moment, overlooking the entire map, “Captain, all these points are important, if not equally so, and as long as your two light platoons are aiding the fight, I will be content. But, as captain, I trust that you will know where you troops will be the most useful
. I leave it to you to decide. I will give you a moment to think. However, I need your reply in the next several minutes, this is a war after all”

The Commander turns to read a tablet offered by an aid, but stops shortly, as if remembering something.
“Alast, I have forgotten my manners. I am Commodore Shaara of the Polystratus Flotilla. A pleasure”.

You think that is your cue to give your name and answers. You believe you are sweating underneath your suit.

Sarge’s squad seemed the most reliable, but should you leave him here to defend the LZ?
Should you give your real name, or a fake one?
The Avadora belongs to the Polystratus Flotilla, if you remember correctly.
Which point would a real captain go to?

>>40666846

QUICKLY, before they figure out your ruse

WHICH SQUAD WILL YOU LEAVE BEHIND?
>A-17, Sergeant “Sarge” Dover’s Squad

>L-9, Staff Sergeant Morton.

> Drafted Squad 3

> Drafted Squad 6

> Drafted Squad 23


WHICH POINT WILL YOU REINFORCE?
>Point 1, Orbital Battery. Expected Combat: High

>Point 2, Orbital Missile Silo. Expected Combat: None - ?

>Point 3, Planetary Spaceport. Expected Combat: Light - Medium


WHAT NAME WILL YOU GIVE?
>Kaine Treaty, Real Name.

>Fake Name

>Don’t Give A Name

>OTHER?

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>>40666874
>"Sir if I may be frank. My name is Kaine Treaty and I have no idea what in the fuck I am doing."

>>40666874
>L-9, Staff Sergeant Morton.
>Point 1, Orbital Battery. Expected Combat: High
>Kaine Treaty, Real Name.

>>40666874
>L-9, Staff Sergeant Morton.
>Point 1, Orbital Battery. Expected Combat: High
>Kaine Treaty, Real Name.

>>40666874
>A-17, Sergeant “Sarge” Dover’s Squad
>Point 2, Orbital Missile Silo. Expected Combat: None - ?
Mystery box yes
>Kaine Treaty, Real Name.

>inb4 they use orbital missiles from the silo to blow up the orbital battery

>>40666874
>Kaine Treaty, Real Name.
>Point 2, Orbital Missile Silo. Expected Combat: None - ?
No clue on the sqaud though.

I'm going to grab something to eat, it'll be 20 minutes tops, I'll tally votes when I get back

>>40666874
>A-17, Sergeant “Sarge” Dover’s Squad
>Point 2, Orbital Missile Silo. Expected Combat: None - ?
>Kaine Treaty, Real Name.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>40666916
This might just work

>>40666917
>>40666943
>>40666954
>>40666985
>>40667172
So after looking at these votes, it looks like Kaine is off to the island.

We shall now ask the dice gods for judgment.
1 for Morton
2 for Sarge

>>40667585
>This might just work
Its probably what he really wants to say anyway

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>>40666874
You give another salute. “Kaine Treaty, Sir. I will leave L-9 squad behind, and take the two light platoons to point 2”. You feel that you need some justification, so you try to throw something together, mostly from what mentioned earlier.
“It’s too quiet, sir. The enemy is bound to make a move soon”.

Commodore Shaara nods approvingly. Setting down the tablet he’s been reading.
“My thoughts exactly, Captain. I’ll give you 10 minutes to muster your troops, I’ll have your transport ready by then”.

The Commodore pauses in thought, which you think he does often, then says “Captain Treaty, that has a nice ring to it. One would think One would be more familiar with such a name. Alas, this is war, we will have time for such pleasantries afterwards. Good Hunting, Captain”. The Commodore gives you a salute in return, and quickly make your way towards the exit.

Exiting the command tent, you breath a sigh of relief. You still have your head for now.
Looking around, you spot Sarge in the same spot as before. You walk quickly over to them, your steps silent in the busy courtyard.

Sarge, identified by his slightly bulkier and battle worn Brawler suit, raises a trench tool, bringing down the flat of the shovel on the head of one of his squad mates with a loud ring. The Trooper doesn’t seem to notice much.

“Damn it Eli, my wife could dig better holes than you”.
Eli, for his part, reclines against the side of the half finished hole. “Well, the only hole I know that’s your wife’s concern is -”

Sarge cracks the trenching tool down harder on Eli’s head, leaving a small dent in the helm of the Jumper.
“First off, don’t go talking about my beautiful wife, damn it. Second off, you don’t know jack shit about anything sexual. I know for a fact that the only ‘woman’ you’ve been with is a fucking Oognamir dock worker, which you paid for.

>>40668519
I still can’t wrap my mind around how it is anatomically possible that you did it, but I’ve heard the story enough to take your sick fucking word”.

Sarge brings down the edge side of the trenching tool on Eli’s arm this time, “And no, damn it. I don’t want to hear that fucking story again, you sick fuck”.
The rest of the squad laugh as the one sided conversation carries on, but it quickly dies off when you approach.

Sarge catches on pretty quickly and kicks Eli to his feet. He and gives a salute with the rest of his men. You’re quick to return the salute. You wave the men down to at ease. Your synthetic voice breaking the silence. “Sarge, good to see you again. Gather your squad, we’re about to be deployed to a new position”.

“You got it captain”. The gruff Sergeant says as he snaps another salute, and starts to call out to his men stationed at the gate of the courtyard.

As Sarge gets his unit together, you make your way over to Morton and the draftees, who haven’t moved since you last saw them. Once again, there is an exchange of salutes.
“Staff Sergeant, I’m taking Squads A-17, 3, 6, and 23 to be redeployed to the Orbital Missile Silo. Your Squad will stay here and help defend the LZ for further reinforcements to the city.

“At your command, sir!” Marton snaps off a final salute before turning to the draftees, many of whom are sitting down, leaning against their supply packs if they have any. “You heard the captain! On your feet!”
A good amount of the draftees ignore the Staff Sergeant. As the Morton yells and kicks commands, you unsling your ballistic rifle, holding it in your hands. It’s rather awkward with both weapons slinged.

“Form ranks”. Your voice grates out.
The draftees jump to their feet, and start forming themselves into orderly rows. You’re surprised they listened so easily. Maybe it was the voice?

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>>40668561
Soon after the draftees get themselves in a more or less straight line, Sarges’ squad double times over, forming a fourth row.

Quickly counting heads, you see that all of Sarges’ squad is accounted for, minus the two casualties they’ve suffered. Each of the Draftee squads have 12 men, bringing the total up to 44, 45 if you include yourself.

Several moments pass, before you hear a faint hum. From the distant gunfire of the city proper, 4 dark spots approach quickly. Eventually they form into the oblong shapes. No one seems to panic, so you suspect their your transport.

In 3 or 4 minutes, the oblong shapes are right above, slowly descending. The surface of the craft is made of a series of metal sheets connect at obtuse angles. You’re not exactly sure if the design is human, but a lot of vehicles used by the fleet were bought from Xeno scrappers.

Once the craft land, you jog over to the one Squad A-17 is filling up, since they’re the only ones that aren’t a full squad. Two rows of seats are inside the surprisingly spacious craft. You take one opposite Eli, Sarge is to your right. There’s a slight shift, and it seems you’ve off. You can barely hear the soft hum of the engines.
It’s definitely not a human craft.

You don’t really know what you should do now. You’d guess you have a short break before you reach the Orbital Missile Silo.

What shall you do?
>Rest
>Talk to (specify)
>Familiarize yourself with the Squad
>Other

>>40668646
>Familiarize yourself with the Squad

Know the man you fight with

>>40668646
>Familiarize yourself with the Squad
>Rest

>>40668646
>Rest

>>40668646
>Familiarize yourself with the Squad
>Other
Clean and check our gear.
As long as we don't talk too much and let it slip we know jack shit we are golden.

>>40668681
>>40668683
>>40668749
>>40668778
Looks like rest and learning about the squad

Oh, I forgot, I need a 1d100 for arriving on the island, Go!

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>40668940
dice rules?

>>40668940
critfail!

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>40668940
Dead on arrival

>>40668956
I posted the main dice in the OP, but this is just a 1d100 random encounter

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>40668940
HWG

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>40668964
>>40668940
messed up the roll
>>40668967
kek

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>40668940
beep boop

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>40668940
What? We're rolling? Why didn't anyone tell me?

>>40668983
>>40668940
Sshhhheeeeeit. Ya'gotta take this one boss.

>>40668940
so is this a best of kinda deal?
>>40668983

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>>40668967
Looks like Kaine shall always be hated by the dice Gods

>>40668983
Well Fuck
This will be interesting

>>40669022
>Oh shit enemy fire
>We crash into the enemies everybody is still alive but shaken
>Could'veBeenWorse.jpg

oh, i misread and thought the 100 went to getting to know the squad

>>40669082
Nope anon

Khaine gets no break
Turns out one of the guys was his long lost father
He gets impaled through the dick after the crash
Then gets sniped after we open the doors

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>>40668646
Conversation picks up rather quickly, Eli breaking the ice with an old joke about three xenos, a chimp, and a robot. You listen mostly to what they have to say, you even join in with a question or two at some points, but conversation has never been your strong point.

You pick up names, and their combat roll, along with a few bits of other personal information.

After maybe a half hour of conversation, you’ve acquainted yourself with everyone in the squad. You think this was time well spent, since it’s important to know the men and women you’ll be fighting with.

[Squad A-17]
Sarge - Brawler [Close Quarters]
Anderson - Brawler [Support]
Bram - Brawler [Support]
Eli - Jumper [Assault]
Derren - Jumper [Assault]
Linus - Jumper [Assault]
Marlowe -Jumper [Medic]
Damion - Jumper [Demolition]
Helena - Stalker [Scout]
Nikolai - Stalker[Close Quarters]

While everyone talks, you try to take a look at your equipment, but you can’t really stripe your ballistic rifle, since no one ever showed you.

You’re content to just check over your weapons for any obvious damage for the moment.
Another 10 minutes pass, are you feel the hum of the transport shift, and then there’s a soft thud. It seems you’ve arrived already. There’s a ding, and the landing doors slowly open. What you see is rather surprising.

You expect to see the grey of Caedia, but instead, you see a field of green. You wouldn’t go so far as to call it ‘lush’, but compared to the planes around the city, this is a Garden of Eden.

Marlowe, the medic of the squad points up to the large spherical buildings dotting the island. “These are the Terraformers bought off a Xeno trade fleet years ago. There aren’t enough to cover the planet, or even the city, so they’re mostly on this island”.

From the white spheres, clouds of white gas slowly drift off. Some sort of chemical mixture ? As you stare mystified, a marine in navy blue fatigues runs up.

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>>40670050
>three xenos, a chimp, and a robot.
Well played

>>40670050
The two of you exchange salutes, the soldier waits several seconds before speaking, “mi’lord, Commodore Caito is awaiting for you at the excavation site. There’s been a development”.

“What about protecting the perimeter?” You ask, unsure of what’s going on.

“mi’lord, the perimeter is well protected, please, mi’lord, if you and your men will follow me”.

Glancing towards the wall, you see that there are a multitude of patrols on the wall, along with several heavy weapons placed on the wall and buildings nearby.

You shift your grip on your weapon and follow after the subordinate. The Perimeter looks pretty well defended, with a literal wall. If the island came under attack, you could make it back easily before it fell.
Besides, the subordinate makes it sound like the real threat is inside the compound.

You and your men quickly make your way across a field towards one of the larger buildings of in the center of the compound.

You take a moment to examine the subordinate you’re following. He mentioned a Commodore, and his constant use of the word ‘mi’lord’ makes you think he belongs to a flotilla of more ‘sophisticated’ standing than the Polystratus Flotilla.

Your thoughts are interrupted as the ground rumbles, and for a moment you think you’re under attack, but you see that large metal doors are sliding open, moments later, several missiles streak out towards space of jets of flame.

Besides that incident, you make it to the central building quickly. Going through several halls and flights of stairs, you steadily make your way down into the lower levels of the building. Finally, you enter a large hall, where several clusters of soldiers dressed in navy blue fatigues similar to your guide stand about.

They cast your group a couple looks, but seem occupied with something else.

“mi’lord, if you leave your … Troopers here, I will escort you to meet the Commodore”.

>>40670100
I'm no lord, soldier

>>40670100
Stare him down and say, "Sarge, Joker, on me."

>>40670100
You turn to Sarge, who is already turning to A-17 and the draftees, “You heard the pretty boy! At ease!”. As some of the men start to drop to their feet, Sarge is already at their side, giving a few swift kicks, “I said at EASE! Not ‘at the brothel you were raised in’, fuckhead!”.

Seems like order will be kept in your absence, so you follow after the subordinate to some wooden doors, which he pushes open with a flourish.

Inside is a lavishly decorated room, a polish ...wooden desk, a priceless remnant of Earth, takes the center of the room.
At the grand desk, is a plush chair of…. leather you think. You don’t really seeing chairs like that in your childhood.

You can’t see the man at the chair, but you see a white gloved hand holding a fat cigar, with smoke grey slowly curling its way towards the ceiling.
A voice, born of as coarse and smooth as the smoke in the room calls out.
“First things first… uh …” The voice pauses.
“Captain”, the aid that escorted you in calls out.
“Ah, yes, Captain! First things first “. Another white gloved hand appears on the side of the chair opposite the cigar. The index finger extended for emphasis.
“Have you been briefed on the Antediluvians?”

You think for a second.
Would a Captain be expected to know about them? If he is asking, shouldn’t it be obvious?
You could always finge ignorance, but you’d want the answer that lets you keep your head.
Overall though, you absolutely have no clue what’s going on.

What do you say?
>Yes
>No
>Silence
>Other


Fuck, sorry for the long waits everyone, things keep happening, family phone calls, etc.

>>40670171
>>No

>>40670171
>No

>>40670171
>>No
>>In what capacity are they being deployed here? What are their specialties and numbers? Their targets?

Disguise ignorance with officious babble-degook. Always works.

>>40670171
>Other
"Briefing was old, provide me an updated report."

>>40670214
seconded
>>40670199
>>40670202
>>40670204
the commander willing told us about them in passing so we should at least know something about them.

>>40670199
More to the point.
>I'm afraid this information is above my paygrade and as such I was not informed.
I was about to propose a banter next time our boys call us sir "Don't call me sir, I work for a living" but Captain is kinda a bit "too high" in the CO chain of command for it to work

>>40670199
>>40670202
>>40670204
>>40670214
>>40670251
>I can't tell a lie. Except about my rank.

skeletonopwilldeliver.jpg

OP? Are you still 'live?

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You decide that the best thing to do is to tell the truth. After all, you’ve not in it for the gain of wealth or power, you just want to live through the day.
You won’t play some game of who knows more than the other.
“No. I’ve heard the name since I’ve Dropped onto Caedia, but I have not been briefed”.
The Chair turns around, revealing a man which just screams noble. He doesn’t wear any sort of armor, or space suit. Instead, he wears a navy vest, with a square design.
Over that, he wears a silver sash, and over all of that, he wears some sort of heavy jacket which is made of some of the finest clothe you’ve ever seen. He has a red tie, and some sort of…. tie guard, with a crest which matches a similar crest on his jacket. Of course, the coat is covered is a multitude of other ornaments and decorations.
The design is alternating diagonal stripes of red and white.

You think you’ve seen it before, but it’s rather simplistic so you might be mistaken.
His entire head is covered in silver and grey hair. A beard and moustache meeting with side burns, which meet the hair atop his head.

Through the mane of silver hair, you see a smile underneath.

“Well, Captain. You’re the first Officer I’ve spoke to today that is willing to admit that!” He gives a chuckle before taking a drag from his cigar.

“I’ll start at the beginning.
13 months ago, a survey team arrived on this unnamed island, designated Orbital Missile Silo 1. Their job was to plot out the foundation for the final terraformer to be placed on this island.
While conducting their survey, they spotted an anomaly. This anomaly was thought to be a rich vein of minerals, and Fleet Command was very interested in obtaining it.

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>>40671632
The terraformer was designated to another area, while excavation of the supposed resources began immediately. Excavation went smoothly until a tunnel of unknown origin was discovered. Originally thought to be formed by magma flows during the island creation, this was later disproved when a team of scientist arrived.

The tunnel was created using a super advanced alloy which was accredited to a now dead Xeno civilization. This was the spotted anomaly several months prior.
Fleet command designated the tunnel a point of scientific interest, and thus the compound was built over it, with tunnels connected to the sight. “

The Commodore pauses for a moment, taking another drag from his cigar. You have to admit, the aroma wasn’t terrible. You’ve never seen anything besides synthetic cigars, but you get the feeling that this is the genuine thing.

“Two weeks ago, a scientific expedition was geared to enter the tunnel, it was not the first, but this one planned to map out the entire tunnel system. However, a man was lost after 3 days to a cave in.
The expedition returned, a failure.

Then, today, at 0200 hours Caedina time, an electromagnetic pulse originated from the tunnel on this island.
The EMP wiped out the entire Caedia grid, shutting down our defense for several hours before they were brought back online.

There is much confusion following the EMP, but this is the story as I have gathered.
The EMP occurred simultaneously with the launching of a fleet from each of Caedia’s moons. Several Flotillas were out on resource gathering missions, but were called back immediately after the first shots were fired.
When sensors came back planetside, they saw a large space battle unfolding above. However, the defenses were not online during this time. After 46 minutes, 57 seconds the Orbital Battery was operational, a target was picked, and fired upon.

>>40671632
Based OP is back!
Yes captcha, cake indeed.

>>40671667
The planetside defenses were going mostly off of visual, however, as you know, the Fleet incorporates any ship that is captured, stolen, or bought. The vessel fired upon was the Foolish Gal a recently captured Reaver Frigate.
Reaver ships are rather uncommon in the fleet since usually they hunt us, not the other way around.”

The Commodore coughs, the aid steps forward to offer a class of a rich amber liquid. The Lord takes the glass, nodding in thanks to his aid. His quirks an eyebrow at you in question, but you raise your hand and shake your head as politely as possible.
You helmet is still stuck on your head.

The Commodore shrugs, downing the glass with one go, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips.
“Now, from the fleet standpoint, Caedia has been radio silent and was now firing upon the Fleet. Visual confirmed that there was fighting in the city.

The Orbital Drop Troopers were deployed, and to the great disgrace of the Planetary Defense Force, and the Fleet, heavy casualties were suffered by the O.D. units during their deployment.

However, contact was established, and we now holding the defensive facilities, now turned upon the Antediluvians, for the time being.

Now, all this hasn’t really answered the simple question, who are the Antediluvians? The simple answer to this simple question is ‘we don’t know.

No doubt they onced lived on this planet, but other than that, they attack without any communication of any sorts. With our, or even between themselves. “

All projectors and such things were fired by the initial EMP” The Commodore's white gloves gesture above the room, “otherwise I would show you an image. Just know that they’re mechanical in origin, though their source of power is unknown.

>>40671703
Heavy ballistic rounds or plasma has proven effective.

Throughout the local region, several tunnels have opened up, from them the Antediluvians have poured out. They fight with an assortment of weapons, but they’ve been known to swarm fortifications with pure numbers, fighting with bladed claws, no better than animals.
The Fleet is a bit occupied at the moment, but I’m sure their ships are also rather savage in nature.

Now. Once This facility was retaken, and I assumed command, I sent the O.D. squads here to the north to fortify the Orbital Battery, since it seems to be the focus of the Antediluvians.

This facility is heavily fortified as it is, the only major threat being that tunnel. Thus, I have heavily fortified the tunnel entrance, with the majority of my forces.
Roughly three hours ago, I sent a fire team into the tunnel to probe for enemy forces, they were all clear until about 3 minutes ago, when we lost contact”.

The Commodore leans forward, steepling his fingers.

“However! Before we lost contact, they found something of interest. The tunnel, which caved in and caused the death of one scientist. Has. Been. Cleared.”

There is a gleam in his eyes as the Lord leans back in his grand chair.
“Now, you may ask how they reached a spot that took the previous expedition three days to reach, but the expedition explored every nook and cranny, finding every dead end possible.

They progressed at a snail’s pace, to give us a detailed map, a map showing that the only unexplored branch, is this now opened branch of the tunnel.

Now Why was it cleared? A way of attack? They should’ve have done it before we noticed, when our guard was done, the moment the EMP activated.
Then why is is opened? “

The man became more and more animated as he spoke his hands moving, trying to express his wonderment.

>>40671785
“The only answer, is that this tunnel. Is. Important. Why else are my men killed when they try to cross it? Why else is it cleared?

This tunnel is our chance to go on the offensive. Captain, I don’t need to tell you how delicate a situation humanity is in. This Fleet, is all we have. All across Caedia, we are on the defensive. Gallant men and women fighting to get the remnant of the remnant of humanity off of this damned grey world

But what awaits them above? More war, more death. A fleet DEFENDING all that we are.”

The high lord pauses for a moment, deep in thought.

No matter how distant, no matter how unlikely, I think this is our chance to go on the offensive, to deploy two light platoons of humanity's finest into the depth of this unknown, enemy. This random force of nature which decides to fall upon the poor people of Caedia.

This tunnel, however unlikely, is our chance to strike back against this uncaring, killing machine that some educated spacer decided to call the Antediluvians”.

The Commodore stands, flinging aside his coat, he unholsters a revolver of black iron.
“This is ‘Darling’, a weapon passed down in my house since the Fall of Earth. She fires custom made, armor piercing, uranium depleted rounds. If you choose to fight for humanity, I hope you will take it as your sword, Captain, to kill this mechanical beast.

I am Commodore Jengo Lou Caito, of the Caito Flotilla, who are you, Captain? Will you fight?”

You stare for a moment. Taken by the grandeur of the speech.
What shall you do?

Give your real name?
>y/n

Will you fight?
>Yes
>No
>Other

>>40671863
>y
>Yes
Once we are caught we can say we never acknowledged to being a captain and even said our name.

>>40671863
>>Yes
Yeah, Sure m8ty

>>40671863
>give name?
Y
>Fight?
Y, but inform command of new development and ask for reinforcements before going in.

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>40671863
Yes

>>40671863
>Y
>"Honestly, Commodore, this whole thing sounds like a huge clusterfuck that I'm rather embarrassed to be a part of. Obviously, I'm in."

>>40671960
When you get down to it, that's basically what's going on


Anyways, sorry for the long ass wait, that was a post I should have written out prior to have the thread, but ah well

>>40672080
What did the 4 and 100 do?

>>40672123
I guess you could say the 100 hasn't even come into play yet, and the 4 hasn't either.

The 100 opened up this part of the quest I guess. like if it was just the 4, you would be defending against terrible odds. If you had rolled a 1, an enemy frigate would have warped above the island, because fuck it .

>>40672207
Inb4 we board the enemy frigate and even they acknowledge us as their CO thanks to another nat 1.

>>40672287
Years later, Kaine Treaty becomes the leader of the entire galaxy.

His last speech, "Please, I don't know what's going on", brought the last two opposing armies to tears, after which they saluted their new commander.

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>>40671863
The speech sort of went over your head. After all, you’re just a Forgemaster on the Avadoria. Someone who has lived an isolated life, orphaned for workers with no where else to go.
Saving humanity isn’t something grand or heroic you think about on a daily basis.

In fact, you don’t think about a lot of things. You work you live, you have enough food, that’s been enough for you.
So when some high and mighty lord starts yelling about saving humanity it’s a bit beyond you.

You shrug “Sure”, your synthesized voice grates out. You stand taking the large revolver from the Lord. It’s a beautiful weapon. The handle is made of a bronzed metal you can’t distinguish right away, while the rest of the gun is made of black iron. The word ‘Darling’ is engraved in what you think it italicized english.

Some sort of snake, made of the same black iron and gold is draped above the hammer of the weapon. Some sort of scope or optic protrudes from its mouth. You’re careful to keep your fingers off the trigger as you turn the weapon to the other side.

To your delight, you find that your belt automatically attaches to the side arm.

You offer a salute to the Commodore, “Captain Kaine Treaty, Sir”. Your synthesized voice once again violates the calm of the room.

The Commodore seems to have physically deflated from your reaction.
“Y..Yes. What a .. heroic name. Captain Treaty. Best of luck, I’ll leave it to you on deciding on how many of your men you’ll bring with you.”

The Lord waves weakly. He seems down somewhat. Odd to be depressed after such a grand speech.
As you leave the room, you see him sink weakly into his chair, reaching down behind the desk, he pours himself another drink.

As the double doors close, the aid offers you a black military pack.

>>40672578

“Basic supplies for your trip, your men have already been distributed it. There is also the Darling costume rounds in there. Rummaging through the bag, you find several MREs, many bottles of water, and many heavy boxes.
Opening them up, you see they contain shells the size of your thumb.
There is also a holster, which you quickly transfer the Darling to. Along with other survival supplies. Overall, you’d say the bag weighs perhaps 40-50 kilos. Somewhat light for a military pack, from what you’ve overheard . With your suit on, it weighs next to nothing.

Supplies - Military Pack
[Darling Rounds] - 36
[Plasma Rifles Batteries] - 4
[RIFLE AMMo APHBC] - 7
Unknown] - 3
[Water] - 5 days
[Food] - 5 days
[Rope]
[Basic Survival Kit]

As you enter back into the hall, you see that the rest of your men are similarly equipped.
“Sarge!” Your robotic voice calls out

Who will you bring with you?

>A-17, Sergeant “Sarge” Dover’s Squad
Sarge - Brawler [Close Quarters]
Anderson - Brawler [Support]
Bram - Brawler [Support]
Eli - Jumper [Assault]
Derren - Jumper [Assault]
Linus - Jumper [Assault]
Marlowe -Jumper [Medic]
Damion - Jumper [Demolition]
Helena - Stalker [Scout]
Nikolai - Stalker[Close Quarters]


>Drafted Squad 3

>Drafted Squad 6

>Drafted Squad 23

>>40672578
So thats what the 4 did, it basically killed any back up we could have gotten.

>>40672604
Some quick info about the squads please.
>Drafted Squad 3
Will be with us
>Drafted Squad 6
Will be 50 meters away
>Drafted Squad 23
will be with sqaud 6

>>40672604
A-17
Drafted 23 by the main mine shaft entrance, 3 and 6 by yhe newly opened tunnel entrance. Volunteers from any of the above squads to enter the tunnels.

Also sound off a short report to the Commander before going in.

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“Yes, Captain! What can I do for you on this fine day?” Sarge barks out in his enthusiastic voice. Maybe he’s acting this way because of the draftees?

“Gather everyone, I’ll brief you on the newest mission”.
Sarge nods as he moves off. As he gathers the men, you turn towards the aid.
“I need the map of the tunnels, and some way to contact Commodore Shaara”.

The Subordinate nods, pulling out some sort of phone from inside his coat.
“All the issued packs contain a map of the tunnels. You can keep that phone, mi’lord, it’s the current communications system for planet side.
Most of the infrastructure was fried by the EMP, so we have to connect to the fleet, then connect to any other devices on Caedia, mi’lord, the connection can be bad”.

You nod your head in thanks. You stare at the device for a minute or two, but you don’t see any interface, just a single button. You push it, and a voice is emitted from the speakers. “Fleet Command. State who you wish to contact, and who you are”.

You feel like you’re using a telephone service rather than a form of military communication. “Commodore Shaara, I am Captain Kaine Treaty”.

“One moment” There is a series of clicks, and then a different voice is on the other end.
“Yes, Captain Treaty. Do you have a report?”

You quickly fill in the Commodore on the situation, and the questionable mission you’re about to undertake. The Commodore is silent as you give him the details of why Commodore Caito thinks this mission will turn the battle around, which is really none.
Once you’re done speaking Shaara is silent in thought.

“Well, there is no real proof that tunnel does anything. However, if you’re satisfied with the other defenses of the island, I leave it to you. Good hunting”.

>>40673308
With another click, Commodore Shaara is gone. With your report finished, you go over to the group of soldiers Sarge has rounded up. You lay your map flat around the ground, and motion the troops to gather around.

Your synthesized voice echoes throughout the hall, “A-17 and Drafted Squad 3 will advance first. Through the tunnels. Drafted Squad 6 and 23 will follow 50 meters behind. Once we reach this point”, you point at the tunnel marked as a cave in,
“I will take A-17 into unexplored enemy territory, Squad 6 and 3 will guard this entrance, while Squad 23 holds the main tunnel shaft”. As you speak, you trace the branch which holds the cave in back to the main shaft leading back to the entrance. “I’ll take any volunteers from the Draftee Squads that will go with A-17 pass the now cleared cave in. Expect enemy contact at all times. That’s all.”

You wait several moments as the troops take in the plan, before Sarge yells out from your right, “You heard the Captain! Form up! We’re marching!”

Everyone springs into motion, The squads forming up into the simple formations you designated them. You follow the Commodore’s aid once again as he leads you deeper into the ground.

After maybe ten minutes of silent marching through halls and ramps, you emerge into a large caverne.
Throughout it, the Commodore's men are stationed, all the fortified positions and heavy weapons facing towards the cave entrance. There are even some small buildings built on the side of the excavation site, though they now serve as small bunkers.
The soldiers in navy nod as you pass by, but they keep their guns pointed on the cave entrance, perhaps they’re more wary of it than the Commodore.

It takes you an additional 5 minutes to reach the bottom of the, now at the receiving end of roughly a thousand weapons. The Commodore has managed to pack his troops into this space.

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>>40671863
>We gave up on the chance for a HELL YEAH MOTHERFUCKER

GOD
FUCKING
DAMMIT
IM FUCKING OCEANIC RIGHT NOW

>>40673393

“ALRIGHT MAGGOTS! PREPARE TO ADVANCE! DRAFTED SQUAD 3 AND A-17! AT THE READY!” Sarge’s voice booms out, filling the void of the dig site. “AT YOUR COMMAND, CAPTAIN! “

You raise your hand, ready to give the order to advance. Then you hear something. Something quite, something small. Steadily, Steadily making its way towards you. And even fainting, something more familiar.

You slowly clench your fist, which you’re pretty sure means to hold, it’s one of the few hand commands you’ve seen in Earth movies.

You think you surprise some of your men, but moments later, you hear the clicking of rounds being chambered. Still it marched on. Something.

A minute passes. Then a second. A fifth. After perhaps 10 minutes, the sound rings clearly through the dig site. Everyone is on edge. The Commodore’s men and your own. Spot lights turn on, pointing towards the gaping maw of the tunnel.

And then you see it. A single man. A man with a beautiful navy uniform stained crimson. From his upper bicep down, his right arm is missing. A belt acts as a tourniquet, keeping in the life blood of the poor man. His brown hair a mess atop his head.

His left hand is white, a death grip on the pistol in his hands. Each step echoes clearly through the excavation area.
He walks several more steps before apparently noticing the lights on him, looking directly up to the blinding light without squinting or blinking.
“A member of the fireteam sent in earlier”, the aid says quietly beside you.

A minute passes, then two. Perhaps many more, than the man speaks.
“Ah, how I missed the light”. A smile cracks his blood caked face, “I can’t believe I actually made it”. A low, laugh comes from the man, sporadic and choking, it’s the laugh of someone who is about to break.

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>>40673531
But suddenly that choking laugh is cut off, and the man stands straight.
“I am Lance Corporal Michael Rostami, of Fireteam Delta-23, I serve the House of Caito. I have come to tell you not this message”.

The man pauses again, sucking in a breath. His voice is quiet however when he speaks, “Don’t go, don’t go into that tunnel”.

With that he jams his pistol into his temple, and squeezed the trigger. His body crumbles, blood spattered about him.

The tunnel leading into the bowels of Caedia greedly drinks the blood of the man as it drains into it.

And after the echos of the pistol die down, you can hear it.
A faint humming. A familiar tune.


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Fuck, sorry that took so fucking long. I;ve passed the 30 hour mark on staying awake and I feel like shit, but I had to finish up this last post.

It was fucking fun running again, I hope you guys enjoyed it, but boy am I tired.

>>40673551
Thanks for running mate. You went from 0 to spoopy really fucking fast.

>>40673551
Always a pleasure, Amdiron.

A word of constructive criticism, if you could purge the minor but frequent mistakes in your english, this would be pretty damn perfect. Allthough those can be blamed on exhaustion this time.

You already make this setting seem alive, modeling characters like 7's or Shaara vividly and offering both important and seemingly trivial background info through NPC chatter. Keep it up!

>>40673551
Ah man, good to see that you're writing again. I love your style.

>>40673551
Good to have you back, chief.