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“Though, if you just let your cyber-elf help you, then you would have been fine.” Oh boy, not this again. She’s been nagging you about it the whole time.

“Look, they die when they use their powers. I don’t like it. I know that’s what they’re here for, but that doesn’t mean I like it or have to use them.” You sigh as you watch Lynx use his cables to grapple a Pantheon and swing it around into a wall.

“I know, I’m sorry. I just worry about my patients. Cyber elves are tools and they want to help, so why don’t we let them?” She says in a low, almost apologetic tone. “It’s your choice, just don’t do anything that will get you killed, okay?”

“I make no promises,” you tell her as Lynx hops up onto the container where you’ve been watching from. “Howdy Lynx, how goes the hunt?”

“I swear, these things are made of the crappiest materials Neo Arcadia could find!” Lynx complains as he drops a load of E-Crystals at your feet. “Most of them are barely running, are made of explodium, or already falling apart.” He turns to watch his squad mow down a line of Pantheons with simple buster rifles. “I’m confident they can handle the rest on their own. I should get you and Shelly back to base.”

>Head back to base with Lynx
>Insist Lynx stays here and help his men
>They’re just Pantheons, you can at least provide covering fire from up here

>>42436870
>They’re just Pantheons, you can at least provide covering fire from up here
We can stay here with him or without him, and make sure they're dealt with.

>>42436870
>>They’re just Pantheons, you can at least provide covering fire from up here

>>42436870
Seconding >>42437322

OP died?

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“Not just yet,” you say as you warm up your busters. “Let’s clear the area first and then we’ll head home. I’ll cover you, alright?”

“If you say so.” He shoots a cable to the other side of the Pantheon horde. “I’ll work my way back from the other side, clear either a path or a whole in the center. Aim for their heads if you can, we might be able to scrounge up some E-Crystals when we’re done.” He retracts the cable, pulling himself to the far wall as you waste no time opening fire on the forward advance of the shoddy Pantheons.

Your busters are more than enough to take them down in a couple shots and you easily clear a line down the middle. You stop for a second when you see Lynx throw a small blue ball towards the middle of the horde. “Heads up!” He calls and the soldiers cease fire and dive behind cover. Being on top of a crate doesn’t provide much cover for you or Shelly and your first instinct is to step in front of her.

The ball bounces straight up into the air, about head height for the Pantheons, and releases a surge of blueish energy in a five foot radius. The pantheons within the sphere of influence drop to the ground, and some on the edges sputter but still keep moving.

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“All clear!” You shout towards the soldiers as you reopen fire on the remaining enemies. Lynx uses his cables as razor whips to mow down entire lines as you and the soldier pepper the ones out of his reach.

After a couple minutes the horde is left lying in a heap of scrap. “Alright men, listen up!” Lynx gets everyone’s attention by banging on the side of a shipping container. “Miller and Cyrus are to scrounge up as many E-Crystals as they can from these guys. John, Claire, Noel, and Leo, you four stick together and scout the area. Albus and Reginald I want a complete inventory of these containers. And I do mean COMPLETE, no approximations or guesstimates. Last time you did that we wound up short and it was my ass on the block.” He turns to you, “Cell, Shelly, you’re with me and we’ll report back to base.”

“Got it boss,” you smirk and give a mock salute.

“I’m all packed up and ready to go,” Michelle responds dutifully.

You help the medic get down off the shipping container and join Lynx at the entrance of the building. “So, what’re your plans for when we get back? Mole will need some time to get Tarantion’s body and to examine it.”

>You’re working on field repairs, actual medical attention would be nice.
>You should report to Captain Kirkwall first
>Mental Rest first, hit the lounge.

Sorry, kinda out of it. Tired, hungry, wanting to play videogames, not wanting to go to work tomorrow. You know, usual distractions that sap my motivation to write. But it's been more than a couple months since the last thread. I really need to do this.

>>42438678
>You should report to Captain Kirkwall first

As long as we're stable enough for repairs to wait.
And don't worry, we all understand RL concerns.

>>42438678
>>You’re working on field repairs, actual medical attention would be nice.


It is lit now

>>42438744
>>42438735
>>42438678
So, I'm assuming we don't know what we got off of Terrakion yet?

>>42438787
>Mole will need some time to get Tarantion’s body and to examine it.”

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>>42438787
Not as of yet, In the last thread I mentioned things that were on his body that you could have in unmodified form. But as for things that could be made from those? Not yet.

Picture is what I had said last time.

So, I need to go for a little while, thirty minutes or so. I'll be back soon and hopefully there will be more than two votes and they don't conflict each other...

>>42436838
so is this like, the evil version of megaman Zero?

>>42439812
No. Go read the archives.

>>42439380
I did the report vote, I don't mind switching to medical attention if no-one else votes.

>>42439812
>Evil version of Megaman Zero
Nope, we're a member of the same resistance group Zero is/was a part of. This is taking place between MMZ1 and MMZ2 during the time Zero was missing.

>>42440255
Switching your vote is fine. I'll go ahead and start writing in a moment. Need to get comfy again, make sure my internet won't shit out on me, maybe talk to someone about Weapon things that we can do with Tarantion. I've got ideas, I just wanna get opinions.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=Neo+Arcadia+Quest

That's the archive because I'm stoopid and forgot to post it in the OP... This is what I get for rushing...

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“I need repairs,” you answer, suppressing a spike of pain in your back.

Suddenly, your cyber-elf companion pipes up, “I could fix you right up!”

“Oh boy, here we go again,” Lynx groans and Michelle simply shakes her head.

“We aren’t in a life or death situation right now. I’ll be fine until we get back to base.” You grumble as she floats around your head. The reddish pink light distracting you more than it probably should. “Now seriously, can we all just drop it?”

“I never had a problem with it in the first place,” Lynx shrugs. “Though, if you had died then I would be pissed about it.”

Shelly just silently nods and Mareff pouts but offers no further argument.

When you reach the Trans-Server you send Michelle, the noncombatant of the three of you, back first and you follow shortly after. Lynx stays behind to keep an eye on his men, but tells you to meet him in the training room at midnight. He wouldn’t say what for, but made it clear that it’s important.

The medic quickly leads you to the med-bay for repairs.

>Have any questions for your doctor?
>Grin and bear it, she’ll likely lecture you on something if you open your mouth.

>>42441086
>>Have any questions for your doctor?
Anyway you could tinker with the elf so she heals over time without expending herself and going poof?

>>42441086
>Have any questions for your doctor?
How long have I got, doc? COUGH, COUGH.

>>42441086
>Lynx stays behind to keep an eye on his men, but tells you to meet him in the training room at midnight. He wouldn’t say what for, but made it clear that it’s important.
He could at least buy us dinner first...

>>42438678
Been there a lot. No worries. Although I may be stuck at work too long for story times tonight. Good news is I have three potential players coming in from the IRC though. More possible if I can get helpers too from somewhere.

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As Shelly goes about welding your armor and overclocking your L.I.F.E Cells, you give your best fake cough, “Give it to me straight doc, how long have I got?” You cough weakly a couple more times for effect.

“Not much longer if you keep that up,” she says as she checks over your L.I.F.E Cells. “Have you ever had your LIFE Cells overcharged like this before?”

“No, can’t say I have,” you answer as you watch a gash on your arm close up and a dent pops back to normal.

“Well, being part of the Neo Arcadian Army you probably had access to better systems. Out here, we have to use what we can. And by overcharging your LIFE systems we can speed up the rate your nanomachines repair you. Of course, if we aren’t careful we could just burn out the cells.”

“That’s bad,” you say, stating the obvious.

“Very bad. We don’t want to kill you when we’re trying to fix you. Besides, it’s a waste of resources and that is even worse!”

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“Yeah, the Captain would kill you for wasting resources!” The two of you laugh for a moment and then she goes back to monitoring the computers. “Hey, Doc,” you start hesitantly, “is there any chance you might be able to do something with Mareff?”

“Like what exactly?” She asks over her shoulder.

You shrug and say, “I don’t know, find some way where she can help me heal without making her go ‘poof’?”

The medic turns in her chair dusts off her lab coat. “I’m, not sure? I’ve never done anything like that and cyber-elves aren’t my area of expertise. And before you ask, no, Mole is a Reploid scientist not an Elf scientist. He’ll know more than me but he won’t be able to help. I can ask around the other outposts, maybe send a message to the main base. I wouldn’t get your hopes up or anything though.”

“Oh well, it was worth a shot. Thanks though.” You sigh, feeling a little defeated at that.

After a few more minutes you’re set free with no scratches, dings, dents, burns, or diseases.

>Deliver your report to the Captain
>Get your new toys from Mole, he’s probably had enough time now.
>Lounge, games, relaxation.

>>42441806

>Deliver your report to the Captain

>>42441806
>Deliver your report to the Captain

>>42441806
>>Deliver your report to the Captain

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You hop on the elevator and ride it up to the command room. Better deliver the report while it’s fresh in your mind.

Except, Kirkwall isn’t in the room.

“Ah, Cell,” Lorelei calls you over to her desk. “The captain was called back to HQ, he instructed me to debrief you.”

You smirk and coyly say, “Most people have to buy me a drink first.”

“Right, well, I’m afraid you’ll have to make an exception this time. The captain explicitly forbade me from giving anyone alcohol. I believe his exact words were, ‘No parties, no booze, no explosions.’”

“Aww, that’s no fun.”

“Right,” she turns in her seat to be able to view both you and her monitor. “I have everything up until I told you about the large mechaniloid signature and everything after we reestablished contact. Would you mind filling in the gap?”

>Tell the plain Truth.
>Boast a little, you deserve it.
>Downplay it, don’t make it seem like a big deal but don’t undersell yourself.

>>42442389
>Tell the plain Truth.

And gotta go, sorry. Have a good thread, I'll be looking forward to the next one!

>>42442389
>>Tell the plain Truth.

>>42442389
>Tell the plain Truth.

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You tell her the facts, the Pantheons on the roof, the bombs in the building, Tarantions hit and run tactics, and his Bospider pet. She expresses some doubt at you destroying the Bospider in one shot, but you tell her that it was a fully charged shot at close range.

“Okay, that should be good enough. I’m giving you two days off of main mission assignments. You are free to pursue minor missions in the meantime. The captain might have something to say when he gets back, but I doubt it will be anything urgent.”

“Alright, thanks.” You turn to start out the door, but you stop and ask, “Hey, has Mole received Tarantions body yet?”

“He has, and he’s already begun disassembling it and drafting ideas. You may head down there if you wish.”

You nod and climb onto the elevator and drop to the lowest level where Mole has his workshop.

The storeroom is a busy mess right now, likely due to the increase in supplies from your mission. You see a couple people testing a new device down at a shipping container. With a flick of a switch one of the containers has it’s open side filled with a familiar looking blue light. Mole is probably having them test Pteradon’s Hard Light technology to see how effective it is and useful as a deterrent. Some of the testers fire buster shots into it and one of them attempts to tackle the barrier, all of it to no avail.

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“Got to hand it to Mole,” you whisper to yourself, “To be able to reverse engineer that and set it up as a door is nothing short of amazing.”

You quietly duck into Mole’s workshop and observe as he removes the last of the spider’s legs. “Ah, right on time.” He says without even turning to face you. “I’m sure you want to hear about what I can do for you.” He sets the leg on the table and turns to you, looking grim. “But before any of that, I need a favor. A young lad has gone missing in the desert and I can’t officially ask for a search party because it has been less than twelve hours since he left. And he didn’t leave on any official mission.” Mole looks around and shuffles towards you. “He went to recover something I had lost, and I fear he may be in over his head.”

“You want me to track him down?” The mole-man nods and looks back at the spider carcass.

“If you do this for me, I’ll have something special prepared for when you return, but I need you to go now before anyone notices he’s missing.”

“Who is it?”

“Private Jensen.”

>Head out now
>Decline, this sounds a little shifty
>Agree, but quickly see if Fimbulvetr is free and will join you.

>>42443606
>>Agree, but quickly see if Fimbulvetr is free and will join you.

>>42443606
>Head out now

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I really hate to do this, but I gotta run for the evening. If this survives until tomorrow I'll be able to continue. But I work from Noon to 5pm (EST) So, We'll see. Sorry, family obligations came up.

>>42444340
Alright, well thanks boss!

If it's alive in four hours, I will see what I can do.

>>42444340
God bless your soul.

Happy to see this quest alive again.

Alright, ready. Anyone still here, or should I just start writing? Both games hit downtime finally.

>>42448574
May as well.

Alright. First, the cast has had a few edits. Hammer, or Labyrinth Trapspider, is currently silent, hasn't actually been online in nearly a month from what I can see. So, unfortunately, until further notice he is stuck hunting a bird framed for murder by a guy who eats reploid parts and collapses himself enough to fit into their gutted frames, planning to make her the next suit he wears for a bit after doing the same to her brother. Dante has gone silent as well, though I have heard rumors that he just does that at times. This means I lack an arachnid doom tank and a fire bird currently though. I have gotten a B-17 with acidic bullets and carpet bombing though named Carolina, so there is that. Also got a few guys from the IRC, though the characters have yet to get put on the list. As is, though, I have their initial adventures planned, so there is that! Also, Linnorm and his Ax Max buddies will be showing up soon enough, so that's good.

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Weird,drawing in MMZ style seems easier when I'm on pencil

Alright, let's start with Lambda. I think I story timed the other group last time, anyway

Lambda, who is in R&D, didn't choose to spend the time resting like his fellows, oh no. See, he had found clues of his old, well...desired girlfriend, I guess, having gone maverick. Namely, in the group's first hunt, he had found traces of her greatest invention, a rust-shaded gel that was meant to be an upgrade to repair systems that would rival even the Sub Tank and the Heart Tank. However, it had been advanced several times over since he last saw it, having advanced into something mimicking bacterial life. Which was disturbing as he found it growing parts of what would be a G rank if it was even remotely complete. Taking the sample back with him, he began running tests, deciding his first and most pressing goal was to make a counter for this Rust, running through multiple iterations of a transmittable virus that would force the multiple strains to select towards one that would then be targeted after it hit a certain point. It wouldn't do much against already hardened Rust, which would have already gone inert, but if it was still alive, it would give the mav a bad day. Which means, basically, that he developed a virus that makes their own repair systems turn against them pretty nastily. He then brought this to his CO, Beam Nautilus, who after Vienna was trying to get some god damn rest after three weeks binge of projects before and coordinating the research teams trying to find a weakness in the Skyjammer. After he woke up enough to unfairly shake Lambda, he was given approval to attempt a live trial and would be forwarded a list of Mavs that bore her crest. Satisfied for the moment, he then went off to handle the next most important thing a hunter can-upgrades. Shiny, shiny upgrades he built himself, then attempted to design a headcrab controller mechaniloid that would have been perfect as a device to spread the Maverick Virus with later.

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>>42449572
Man this shit be hard

>>42450515
Didn't take him long to figure out why this was a terrible idea, mind you. So, frustrated that he has no mechaniloid to unleash upon the world, he decided to test his new toys out. This is where he met a coworker, and lazier rival who tends to just approach things by chucking more guns on it, Venkmann. He was recently testing what seemed to be a pillbug with enough guns strapped on to count as artillery, and then insulted Lambda's methodology, his credentials, and his chances of winning the contract for the next mechaniloid mass production design run from Command. However, with the Rust, and after viewing Ghostbusters once finding out apparently that's where this guy gets his name, he gets an idea. An idea to put Venkmann in his place, an idea to get the contract and humiliate the guy without getting in trouble with the brass.
He was gonna make a green version of the Yellow Devil, maybe a bit smaller, and use it. Pulling the plan together, he headed to the bar where one of the Tugg model mass productions was manning the oak, axe league in the background, got some wine, and finally relaxed. After which he was given his first solo target: Catapult Lion.
This brings us up to where he has completed things currently. He is about to fight a pack of modified robot dogs-mostly ceratanium teeth and cruel surprises, though after the Berets caused him to blow his healing capability, who knows how well it will go.

>>42443606
>Agree, but quickly see if Fimbulvetr is free and will join you.

>>42451391
Noice!

Bump for OP.

Bump.

I'm not a robot.

Bump.

Soon, OP will return!

>>42458251
Not soon enough in my opinion. I won't be back at my computer until around 730(EST), but I might try a quick update on my phone if I ever get a moment.

On a side note, customer service is a terrible thing to do...

>>42459761
I'll keep bumping as long as I can, in any case! Don't worry if you can't post, there's always another thread to continue in.

Bamp.

Final, almost-midnight bump.

"All right," you tell the scientist. "Give me a moment to get ready and then I'll head out."

Genius Mole nods earnestly and tells you, "I will send you his last known location. You can review it at your terminal when you're ready."

You nod and quickly duck out of the room. Heading out on your own will raise questions, but if someone else goes with you then that might work.

A quick peek in the lounge is all you need to find Fimbulvetr talking to Maddie. The two stand out like a sore thumb, being the only blue in a base full of green. Well, the only blue aside from you that is.

Maddie notices you first and waves you over. They're the only people at that table, and most people have given them a wide berth. "Good to see you made it back in one piece," she says both warmly and teasingly.

"I heard Tarantion knocked you around for a while. You okay?" Fimbulvetr asks as he looks you over, making note of the unpainted portions of your armor.

You shrug, "I'm fine." You need to ask him if he'll help you look for Jensen, but you aren't sure if Maddie will keep quiet.

>trust her
>invite her along
>make up an excuse to talk to Fimbulvetr alone.

Mobile updates are weird...

>>42463438
>invite her along
The best insurance against her talking is pulling her along with us.

>>42463438
>>invite her along