>>46277076
>Nope, they're going to have to wear them for the rest of the day.
It'd be a real shame if the gravity accidentally turned off at some point...

>>46277076
>Nope, they're going to have to wear them for the rest of the day.

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>>46277076
>>Nope, they're going to have to wear them for the rest of the day.

It was either that or the brig.

>>46277076
>Nope, they're going to have to wear them for the rest of the day

It wouldn't be a punishment if they could just choose not to.

>>46277076
>>Nope, they're going to have to wear them for the rest of the day.

>>46277076
>>Nope, they're going to have to wear them for the rest of the day.

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Rescue of psyker sister when?

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>>46277195
Who's to say that we're not BOTH Psionics? Who's to say that our son/daughteru clone isn't one as well?

Maybe one power would be "Blinking" like a Warp Spider.

>>46277076
>>Nope, they're going to have to wear them for the rest of the day.

>"Come on, show mercy!"
>mercy
that's cute

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>>46277293
It wouldn't be surprising if Sammy was a test model or some sort of administrator for a psychic network that was scrapped and she got sent off to officer academy while her siblings/children were sold to some megacorp.

I bet our DNA is copyrighted.

>>46277293
Once again, it could always be extremely minor things like cognition.
>"I can see into the past!"
>"Well, I can see the present!"
>"I KNEW YOU WOULD SAY THAT!!"

>>46277374
I think that would be slightly suprising.

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>>46277374
>inb4 amplifying our powers by holding hands.

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>>46277517
With Tank?

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>>46277534
>In this mode, Tank and Sam are unbeatable

merc where are the bunny portions?

The votes from last week said both so what happened?

>>46277642
>Hardlight projectors in the maid headdress make hardlight bunny ears appear.

>>46277663
And the doctor adds a fluffy bunny tail, right?

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>>46277076
"Nope, it's already been decided that you'll have to wear them for the rest of the day!" You grin and turn to Elizabeth. "The bunny ears and tail were a nice touch."

"I aim to please!" Elizabeth does a little bow.

Tank nods and gives a thumbs up to Elizabeth. Even he had to admit that her workmanship on such short notice was nothing short of masterful.

"Well, uh, I guess this could come in handy in the future..." Elsa sighs as she pokes at one of the rabbit ears protruding from her headband.

"Cap...." Amy whimpers.

>It's just for a day, and you're going to be spending most of it in the bridge, anyways.
>I believe the correct term is "Master."
>Other

>>46277777
>>It's just for a day, and you're going to be spending most of it in the bridge, anyways.

>>46277777
>>I believe the correct term is "Master."
Also holy shit quints.

>>46277777
>>It's just for a day, and you're going to be spending most of it in the bridge, anyways.

>>46277777
>It's just for a day, and you're going to be spending most of it in the bridge, anyways.

>>46277777
>>It's just for a day, and you're going to be spending most of it in the bridge, anyways.

>>46277777
>I believe the correct term is "Master."

Nice digits.

>>46277777
>It's just for a day, and you're going to be spending most of it in the bridge, anyways.

>>46277777
>>It's just for a day, and you're going to be spending most of it in the bridge, anyways.

>>46277777
>I believe the correct term is "Mistress."

Quints demand it.

>>46277777
>It's just for a day, and you're going to be spending most of it in the bridge, anyways.

>>46277777
>>I believe the correct term is "Master."
goddamit merc

>>46277777
>>I believe the correct term is "Master."

>>46277777
>>I believe the correct term is "Mistress."

>>46277777
>It's just for a day, and you're going to be spending most of it in the bridge, anyways.

>>46277777
>>I believe the correct term is "Master."

>>46277777
>"It is your lucky day. By the blessing of quints I have decided to grant mercy. Be grateful."

>>46277777
>It's just for a day, and you're going to be spending most of it in the bridge, anyways.

>>46277794
>>46277809
>>46277818
>>46277823
>>46277840
>>46277841
>>46277870
>>46277906
how is it a punishment when no one is there to see it.

>>46278048
Pictures

>>46277777
>>I believe the correct term is "Master."

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So what sort of Planetary Exploration Vehicles do you think we have?
Do we need a MAKO?

>>46278063
and Live streaming video feed.

>>46278063
Extranet

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>>46278085
Hopefully something better

>>46277777
"At least you're not wearing a SKINTIGHT uniform."

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>>46278085
Only if Sam drives like Shepard.

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>>46277777
"Eh, it's just for the day." You shrug as you lean back smugly in your seat. "And you're going to be spending most of it in the bridge, anyways."

"Wait, you're not going to make them give you personal service?" Lida queries as she snaps another picture of Amy.

"You know, that's not a bad idea." You nod.

"STOP GIVING HER IDEAS!" Amy wails. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE ON OUR SIDE!"

"Well, I see this as collecting resources to improve crew morale." Lida explains flatly. "It's an important job."

"Yeah right." Elsa rolls her eyes.

"Okay, that's enough fun for now." You grin. "Lida, you pulled the data on the location of their HQ, right?"

"That's correct." Lida briefly pauses her picture taking. "It looks like the ships associated with the smuggling are coming out of this star system, C-5987."

"Uninhabited?" You frown. Only systems not formally surveyed or colonized were given coded designations like that.

"Where better to hide an illegal operation than an uncharted system?" Elizabeth points out.

"True." You concede. "Are you sure it's the right place?"

"Preliminary survey reports state that the primary planet in the system is mostly aquatic." Lida explains further.

You remember Captain Davos' words of advice. A planet like that did sound like a good place to raise lobsters and other rare sea life.

"Well, we have a lead on where they are." Elizabeth looks to you. "However, since they're outside of Accord space, there's very little we can do about it legally..."

You get the implication of what she was saying. It was pretty much just code for "anything goes."

>We're just going to go scout out the place.
>We're going to go and "convince" them to stay out of our space.
>Go in guns blazing. They're just criminal scum!
>Other

>>46278406
>We're going to go and "convince" them to stay out of our space.

>>46278406
>>We're going to go and "convince" them to stay out of our space.

>>46278406
>>We're going to go and "convince" them to stay out of our space.

>>46278406
>We're just going to go scout out the place.

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>>46278406
>>We're going to go and "convince" them to stay out of our space.

I say we introduce them to our little friend.

>>46278406
>We're going to go and "convince" them to stay out of our space.

Bunny maids as a permanent uniform when? We could rotate it.

>>46278406
>>We're just going to go scout out the place.
Make sure its a right place, and maybe let Accord's Black Ops team do the rest.

>>46278406
>We're going to go and "convince" them to stay out of our space.

>>46278406
>>We're just going to go scout out the place.

Take a look-see, and we'll decide on what to do then.

>>46278406
>We're going to go and "convince" them to stay out of our space.

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>>46278480
Does this mean that the Away Team get to wear their Combat Uniforms (read: skintight like the regular uniform, but with a bit of armour)?

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>>46278703
We better get a sexy combat uniform.

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>>46278703
Probably all glitzy too from corp sponsors

Dammit, Why didn't we do the service the master routine, you guys are too forgiving.

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>>46278765
>sexy
>not also power armor

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>>46278798
So long as we're wearing a skintight uniform underneath.

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>>46278703
>>46278765
>>46278798
>>46278814
Indeed

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>>46278842
Now we're talkin'

All these suit,

We need to grow a little more and bump to C Cup before even trying to show this off.

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>>46278406
"Well, we're not bloodthirsty savages like the Hegemony, right?" You shrug. "We should actually try talking to them first."

Tank shakes his head in disappointment. The diplomatic type he most certainly was not.

"Hmmm, interesting." Elizabeth grins. "Well, peacefully dealing with criminal elements is not unprecedented."

"Awwwww." Elsa groans. "First you put me into this clown suit and now I can't shoot anything?"

"Oh, it may come to shooting." You assure her. "All right, everybody get to action stations."

"Punching in the coordinates." Amy sighs as she shifts uncomfortably. Elizabeth had made her skirt just a tad too short to her liking, and she was constantly trying to hide her exposed thighs from prying eyes.

Gullinbursti then disembarks from Eridanus Station and makes the jump to FTL easily enough. With the fairly remote location your target was located in, you'd have some time to kill in transit.

>See if Elizabeth has any intel on the area.
>See what Scott has been up to recently.
>Time to get some "personal service".
>Other

>>46278908
Nah, B-cup is fine.

What we need is some hips.

>>46278920
>Time to get some "personal service".

>>46278920
>See what Scott has been up to recently.

>>46278920
>>Time to get some "personal service".

>>46278920
>See if Elizabeth has any intel on the area.

>Time to get some "personal service"

>>46278944
Not really, all those suits were at least C, We;re on the lower end of a B.

Merc, how our are on legs and hips for a short person.

>>46278920
>>Time to get some "personal service".
Pettiness, hooo!

>>46278920
>Time to get some "personal service".
From Tank, obviously.

>>46278920
>Time to get some "personal service".

>>46278920
>See if Elizabeth has any intel on the area.

>>46278920
>See if Elizabeth has any intel on the area.

>>46278920
>>See if Elizabeth has any intel on the area.

Knowing is half the battle!

>>46278920
>See if Elizabeth has any intel on the area.
>Time to get some "personal service".

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>>46278920
>>Time to get some "personal service".

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>>46278703
As breathable as the uniforms are....

How hot and sweaty do you think it gets on the inside after a shift?

>That tight, sweaty bodysuit which is like glued to her after a long day.
>Her skin glistening with sweat, as a cool breeze sends a chill up her spine.

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>>46279111
Nice one, Mudhen

>>46279111
Where are the bunny ears and tails?

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>>46279179
We can always save that for the Bunnysuit uniforms.

>>46278920
>>See if Elizabeth has any intel on the area.

>>Time to get some "personal service"

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>>46279166
I thought they were temperature-controlled or something?

>>46279206
When will we ever get that chance?

>>46279167
Thanks!
>>46279179
Missed that detail, but there are a lot of other details missed, too. Not really feeling good today.

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>>46278920
Well, since Amy, Elsa, and Tank were dressed for the occasion. You might as well have a bit of fun with it.

"Tank, I need something to rest my feet on!" You grin as you lean back on your seat.

Tank immediately grasps the meaning of your words and bends down on all fours in front of your chair, and you casually rest your outstretched legs on top of his armored back as a makeshift footrest.

"Ahhh yeah, that's way better." You grin as you turn your gaze to Elsa and Amy. During an FTL jump, there wasn't much for them to do, either.

You know, you were kinda hungry. Maybe you should send someone to the mess to retrieve something for you. Given its location, somebody from the bridge would have to travel practically the length of the ship, passing by pretty much the entire crew...

>Send Elsa
>Send Amy
>Other

>>46279439
>Send Elsa

>>46279439
>>Send Elsa

>>46279439
>>Send Elsa

>>46279439
>Send Elsa

Save the best for last

>>46279439
>send TAnk

>>46279439
>>Send Elsa

>>46279439
>>Send Elsa

Amy is going to fantasize about what cruel and evil order that we'll reserve for her...

I have the feeling that Amy, Elsa, and Tank will pay us back if we somehow mess up.

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>>46279830
I hope so too.

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>>46279439
"Hey, Elsa, I'm actually getting kinda hungry." You say with a smug grin. "I seem to recall the dispensers being able to print out a real nice chocolate cake. How about you head over to the mess and grab a slice for me?"

The look of simultaneous horror and hate on Elsa's face as her head slowly turns to you speaks volumes. She sees through your intentions clear as day, but it's not like you were trying very hard to hide them.

"W-well, I still have a few calibrations to do-"

"Captain's orders." You remind her.

"Y-yes, Captain." Elsa sighs as she nervously shuffles out of the bridge.

All the while, Amy shoots a random look at you every now and then as she starts visibly sweating. No doubt wondering what sort of horrible and debased acts you had in mind for her. She always did have quite an active imagination for these kind of things.

>Let her stew in silence.
>ACTIVATE BULLY MODULE
>Other

>>46279830
It'll keep us on our toes. The cycle is never ending.

>>46279862
>>Let her stew in silence.

>>46279862
>Let her stew in silence.
Fear is the mindkiller and all that

>>46279862
>>Let her stew in silence.

>>46279862
>ACTIVATE BULLY MODULE

Big red button.

>>46279862
>>Let her stew in silence.

>>46279862
>Let her stew in silence

Reverse psychology go!

>>46279862
>>Let her stew in silence.
Do-ho-ho=ho.

>>46279862
>Let her stew in silence.

This is the better bully

>>46279862
>Let her stew in silence.

>>46279862
>Let her stew in silence.

>>46279862
>>Let her stew in silence.

>>46279862
>Let her stew in silence.

>>46279862
>Let her stew in silence.

>implying the silent treatment isn't the true maximum overbully modo here

>>46279862
>Let her stew in silence.

>>46279862
No matter what option we pick, have a smug smile.

>>46279862
>>Let her stew in silence.

Ohohohoho~!

What we should do is simple.

We let Amy stew for all day, then just before the end we invite her to our "Private" quarters and make it SEEM like we're going to do some sexual stuff.

And then do the most boring crap possible, like file our taxes.

>>46280075
soooo evil.
Merc, please read this and do this.

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>>46280075
>file our taxes
Now that's just cruel.

>>46280075
Or WORSE! At the very end, we tell her we want her lap to sleep on! with head-pats until we're asleep!

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>>46280075
Or she can always help us choose a personal gun.

>>46280075
>"So do you want to rape me or something?"
>"Nah, just do some paperwork for me."
>"CAPTAIN THIS IS AGAINST SPACE LAW!"

>>46280276
That's not even a punishment

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>>46280276
And because she spends a lot of time behind a computer screen, I doubt she knows proper firearm posture~

does Sam even swing that way?

>>46280381
Well, I don't think she's really shown any serious interest in romance up to this point.

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>>46279862
You decide the best course of action was to let Amy stew in silence. After all, there was nothing more insidious than one's own malicious imagination. Amy continues to sit there, trembling and sweating profusely as you recline on Tank's back. If he was showing any discomfort in this position, he certainly wasn't showing it.

Dear god, Amy was actually turning PALE. What the hell was playing out in that mind of hers?

However, before you can think on this any further, a very disgruntled looking Elsa strides in, carrying a plate with a slice of chocolate cake paired with a bottle of water. By the looks she's giving you, it's pretty clear that she's had to run the gauntlet of male (and maybe female) gazes.

"Here's your cake, Captain." Elsa growls, her face red as an overheated gun barrel.

"Is this really necessary, Captain?" Bradford looks at you, then Amy, then Elsa, and finally Tank somewhat skeptically. "As far as non-judicial punishment goes, isn't this going a little too far?"

"Ah, you worry too much." You wave him off. "It's all in good fun, right?"

"Fuck you." Elsa scowls.

"Excuse me, what did you say?" You grin as you put a hand to your ear.

"Fuck you, CAPTAIN." Elsa clarifies.

"Good girl." You nod.

>Take the cake and help yourself.
>Have Elsa feed you the cake.
>Have Amy feed you the cake.
>Have Tank feed you the cake.
>Other

>>46280660
>>Take the cake and help yourself.

>>46280660
>>Take the cake and help yourself.
Maintain smug

>>46280660
>>Take the cake and help yourself.
Lets give them a little break now.

>>46280660
>>Take the cake and help yourself.

>>46280660
>>Take the cake and help yourself.

>>46280660
>Have Elsa feed Amy the cake.

>>46280660
>Take the cake and help yourself.
If Amy looks over the try to make it seem subtly lewd for her.

>>46280660
>>Have Tank feed you the cake.

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>>46280722

>>46280660
>Take the cake and help yourself.

>>46280660
>Take the cake and help yourself.

>>46280660
>Take the cake and help yourself.

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>>46280722
Yooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

>>46280660

Changing>>46280714
to: >>46280722

>>46280691
I'm changing my vote to >>46280722

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>>46280660
>>46280840
>>46280722
Do it, Merc. You know you want to.

>>46280660
This>>46280722
But with added smug.

>>46280660
>>Have Elsa feed Amy the cake.

This, yes.

>>46280722
Bradford was right after all this maybe too much so clearly we should make it up to them.


Do it

>>46280722

Best idea!

Changing from >>46280709 to >>46280722

>>46280815
changing my vote to >>46290722

>>46280660
>>46280722
This, she spiked the cake didn't she?

>>46280722
Have someone record it!

>>46280911
whoops, meant >>46280722

>>46280660
THIS!
>>46280722

>>46280722
Voting for this

Man, I'd hate to be in Bradford's shoes at this time.

>>46280660
>>Have Elsa feed you the cake.

>>46280922
>She spiked the cake with some of Iosefka's stuff.

>>46281039
if this promotes funtimes, I'd be okay with that regardless of who eats the cake.

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>>46280722
WELL

I GUESS WE SHOULD JUST HAVE A CUSTOMARY VOTE JUST TO MAKE SURE.

>Y
>N

>>46281128
>Y

>>46281128
>Y

>>46281128
Y

>>46281128
>>Y

>>46281128
>>Y

>>46281128
>>Y

>>46281025
>I'd hate to be in Bradford's shoes at this time.
Bradford is lucky, if it was our choice, a maid outfit would be standard issue for the entire crew (except for the captain)

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>>46281128
>Y

>>46281128
>Y

>>46280722
This.

This is the future you chose, Merc.

>>46281128
>Y

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>>46281128
>Y
As the one who put this forward, even if it was half a joke, I feel obliged to second this lewd motion. Also we must give Amy the pic related face and psych her out before we give the order.

>>46281128
>Y

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>>46281128

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>>46277517
>Sisters and son/daughteru hold hands and concentrate to amplify all of their poewrs
>A Huge amount Psionic energy builds up before...
>Rolled 1
>You all swap bodies for a few minutes

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>>46281437
>Roll 1
>Perils of the Warp

>>46281128
>>Y
THIS IS THE FUTURE WE CHOOSE

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>>46281128
"Actually, Elsa, I changed my mind." You grin evilly. "Amy looks pretty hungry. Why don't you feed the cake to her?"

"WHAT?!" Elsa's eyes bulge to the size of dinner plates.

"WHAT?!" Amy shoots up from her chair.

"Oh come on, it's not like I'm asking you two to finger each other or kiss or anything!" You roll your eyes. "And if you do it right, there wouldn't be any physical contact at all!"

"W-well..." Elsa stammers.

"FINE!" Amy tenses up. "L-let's just get this over with!"

Bradford just sighs and shakes his head at this whole circus while Lida switches her camera from picture mode to recording mode.

"R-right, well, just open your mouth..." Elsa gulps as she scoops a chunk of the cake slice off with a spoon, making sure to get some of the chocolate icing and whipped cream in there too.

Amy closes her eyes and opens her mouth as Elsa slowly and reluctantly inserts the cake-laden spoon, Amy's hot breath already causing the pasty to melt as it enters. Feeling the cake inside her mouth, Amy's lips clamp down, sucking off the whole spoonful of cake as Elsa quickly but carefully withdraws it.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>46281585
Here comes the snow

>>46281585

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>46281585

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>46281585
LEWDS PLZ

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>46281585

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>46281585
Please?

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>46281585

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>46281585
probably too late but...

>>46281628

Almost but not quite!

Can we get a reroll merc?

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>>46281628
>>46281624
>>46281609
The dice gods have no sense of lewdness

>>46281609
>>46281624
>>46281628
>>46281644
>>46281653
>>46281665
>>46281672
The dice gods go not want fun things.

Fucking mediocre.

>>46281717
>>46281702
Well, considering last thread with the two 20s....

>>46281717
unless were rolling for a potion effect that elsa slipped into the cake... in which case lower might be more funny...

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>46281585
LESBOS FOR THE LESBIAN GOD

>>46281702
I approve of the lesbian disapproval.

So dice does not approve of lesbians.

>>46281806
other sam at least...

>>46281828
other THAN sam i mean, fuuuh... i keep mistyping

>>46281437
If that happens, whoever's in Sam better not mess with the suit.

>>46281585
>Bradford just sighs and shakes his head at this whole circus
This is not by the numbers...

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>>46281585
The process repeats, with Amy reluctantly accepting spoonfuls of cake from Elsa's shivering hand. You kind of wonder if you were going too far, but some part of your brain nagged at you that you simply weren't going far enough. Finally, the last piece of the cake is eaten, and Amy quickly grabs the water bottle and sucks the whole thing down. You're not sure if she was trying to wash out the remains of the cake, her shame, or a combination of both.

You also notice Elizabeth hastily writing down notes in her datapad, her fingers moving like lightning. Was... was she transcribing the whole thing?

But before anybody else can comment on the events that just occurred, a klaxon blares warning that the Gullinbursti was about to reach its destination. Amy and Elsa quickly return to their stations and you take your feet off Tank's back, signalling him to get clear.

The ship's primary viewscreen activates, and you see the system ahead. Right now you're far enough out that it's just black void, but the system automatically tags all points of interest, including your ultimate destination: LV-2412.

"Captain, sensors are picking up some sort of orbital station above LV-2412." Lida announces. "I'm also picking up numerous smaller contacts. A least a half dozen corvette sized craft and maybe one or two frigate classes."

"Have they detected us?" You ask.

"Doesn't look like it." Lida shakes her head.

"What's the call, Captain?" Bradford asks in a professional and crisp tone, now back in his element.

>We drive in head first and tell them what we want.
>Let's try to sneak in and surprise them. That will for sure intimidate them more.
>Other

>>46281937
>Let's try to sneak in and surprise them. That will for sure intimidate them more.

>>46281937
>>Let's try to sneak in and surprise them. That will for sure intimidate them more.

>>46281937
>>We drive in head first and tell them what we want.

I mean, if all things go pear shaped, prepare the boarding pods.

>>46281937
>Let's try to sneak in and surprise them. That will for sure intimidate them more.
Let's be sneeki beeki about this shit.

They might be hiding larger units.

>>46281937
>We drive in head first and tell them what we want.
sneaking up might make them open fire the second we reveal ourselves...

>>46281937
>We drive in head first and tell them what we want.

>>46281937
>Let's try to sneak in and surprise them. That will for sure intimidate them more.

>>46281937
>>Let's try to sneak in and surprise them. That will for sure intimidate them more.

>>46281937
>>Let's try to sneak in and surprise them. That will for sure intimidate them more.

>>46281937
>>We drive in head first and tell them what we want.

>>46281981
>I mean, if all things go pear shaped, prepare the boarding pods.
I'm not sure what they'll be most scared/confused by: The fact that they've been boarded or that one of the boarders is wearing a maid outfit.

>>46281937
>>Let's try to sneak in and surprise them. That will for sure intimidate them more.
Lets pull a CREEEEED.

>>46281937
>Let's try to sneak in and surprise them. That will for sure intimidate them more.

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>>46281937
"I'm thinking we try and sneak up on them. That will for sure intimidate them." You observe. "Amy, you think you can pull that off?"

"W-well." Amy coughs as she tries and fails to regain her composure. "We can try going in from the opposite side of the planet and huge the atmosphere as we go around. That would give them the minimum reaction time to detect us, but the tradeoff would be we wouldn't be able to see their side either."

"I think, if we dump a few of our missiles and set them on timer detonation, we can pull away enough of their pickets that we can slip in through a gap in their patrols." Elsa suggests. "But that'll use up some of our missiles."

"Or I can just jam their sensors." Lida speaks up. "They'll know we're in the area, but they wouldn't be able to get a good track of our position. But we'd be reduced to optical tracking."

>Use the planet as cover.
>Drop some missiles as decoys.
>Jam enemy sensors.
>Other

>>46282303
>>Use the planet as cover.

>>46282303
>Use the planet as cover.

>>46282303
>>Use the planet as cover.

>>46282303
>>Use the planet as cover.

>>46282303
>Use the planet as cover.

>>46282303
>>Use the planet as cover.

>>46282303
>Use the planet as cover.

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>>46282303
"Let's use the planet as cover." You say. "Best not to let them get suspicious."

"Got it!" Amy nods as she adjusts the control stick, turning the Gullinbursti to interpose LV-4212 in between itself and the station. "Lida, you picking up any remote sensors or anything?"

"No outgoing signals. I think only the station is radiating." Lida says calmly.

"Good." Amy finally grins for the first time since getting put in the maid uniform. "That means i can get a bit reckless!"

Gullinbursti's engines rumble and glow as more energy is fed into them, propelling the ship further along. LV-4212 slowly but steadily grows larger on your screen, and you see a vibrant blow world in front of you. The description wasn't kidding when it said this was an aquatic planet. It was all just azure water as far as the eye can see, with only the small specks of various islands and island chains dotting the endless blue. Just seeing a world with no actual continents was something of a odd sight for you.

"Huh." Lida frowns. "I'm picking up signs of some kind of surface installation. It's sending comm signals up to the station."

"Can it see us? Is it armed?" You blink.

"Doesn't look like either is the case." Lida shakes her head. "My guess is that installation is where they raise and harvest their contraband."

"Captain, if we can seize that facility, it could give us a better bargaining chip against these bandits." Bradford advises.

"Or you know, it could just piss them off and they attack us on sight." Elsa warns.

>Ignore the installation.
>Scout the installation.
>Seize the installation.
>Other

>>46282681
>>Scout the installation.

>>46282681
>Glass the installation

>>46282681
>>Scout the installation.

Potential for loot!

>>46282681
>>Seize the installation.

>>46282681
>Scout the installation.

>>46282681
>Seize the installation.

Send Tank into battle. Still wearing the maid dress.

>>46282681
>>Scout the installation.

No seizing, scouting is good enough.

>>46282681
>Scout the installation.

>>46282681
>>Scout the installation.

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>>46282681
"Let's take a look at it." You say.

"Roger that." Amy nods as she nudges the control stick, lowering altitude so that the Gullinbursti dips into the atmosphere. The tactical display zooms in on the installation, and you quickly realize that it's not an installation at all.

"Holy crap." Elsa gapes. "That's no base, it's a fucking SHIP!"

"A mobile refinery." Elizabeth nods grimly. "Pretty smart on their part. All they really need to do is leave their livestock to feed and grow in farms all over the planet, and they just have ship hop from farm to farm to harvest when needed."

Indeed, the thing in front of you looked like one of those massive ore processors mining companies used to eat up debris and ore-rich asteroids. However, tractor beams and suction tubes that used to pull in rocks and debris had been modified to suck in massive amounts of water, along with the lifeforms within in it. Filters deposited the collected lifeforms into internal storage tanks, and excess seawater was flushed out. It was frighteningly efficient.

Where the hell did a bunch of pirates and smugglers get their hands on this kind of hardware? This was the sort of stuff only the major mining consortiums owned.

"Uh oh, I'm picking contacts." Lida warns. "The frigate and two corvettes are dropping altitude. They may have spotted us."

>Order Amy to hide the ship somewhere.
>Best to announce your presence now.
>Other

>>46283018
>>Order Amy to hide the ship somewhere.

>>46283018
>>Order Amy to hide the ship somewhere.

This is a sneaking mission!

>>46283018
>Best to announce your presence now.

>>46283018
>Best to announce your presence now.

>>46283018
>Best to announce your presence now.

>>46283018
>Best to announce your presence now.
Who better knows how to hide than a pirate? Hiding would be useless, and we know Prudence needs trickery to fight us, like in the debris field. Fighting her head on would likely guarantee victory.

>>46283041
>>46283053
>>46283056
If we wanted to sneak up on them, then why are we announcing ourselves?

>>46283018
>>Order Amy to hide the ship somewhere.

"What if we hid right under their noses?"

I hope our paint scheme matches the collectors.

>>46283018
>Order Amy to hide the ship somewhere.

>>46283069
Because we've been found out, that's why the frigate and corvettes are dropping altitude towards us.

>>46283018
>>Order Amy to hide the ship somewhere.

No one sees us.

>>46283092
It clearly says "may", not definitely, so we haven't been spotted yet for sure. they could've just detected something, but not for sure.

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>>46283018
"Amy, find somewhere to hide us!" You order.

"Um, WHERE?" Amy grunts. "Last I checked, this entire planet is OCEAN. There's not exactly a lot of places to hide!"

You quickly inspect the surrounding area as your tactical display again starts marking any points and landmarks of interest. To your right, you see what looks to be an island chain. It would definitely provide hard cover, but then again, it would also be a likely place for them to check.

Then again...

"What if we went UNDER the water?" You ask.

"Are you fucking crazy?!" Amy gasps, her rabbit ears twitching wildly in protest. "This is a SPACE ship! Meant to go in SPACE!"

"Well, it is conceivable." Elizabeth frowns. "The Normandy classes were designed to be able to operate in environments with high particle density. I think our shields can ward away the worst of the water pressure, but that's going to generate lots of flux."

>Use the islands as cover.
>DIVE DIVE DIVE
>Other

>>46283263
>>DIVE DIVE DIVE

>>46283263
>>DIVE DIVE DIVE

>>46283263
>DIVE DIVE DIVE

>>46283263
>DIVE DIVE DIVE

>>46283263
>>DIVE DIVE DIVE

"Hit your burners pilot!"

>>46283263
>DIVE DIVE DIVE

>>46283263
>DIVE DIVE DIVE

Scott after we get through this: https://youtu.be/MvQBlk50UMA?t=1m

>>46283334
>Fifteen minutes till we change our shorts.

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>>46283263
"Dive, Amy, Dive!" You bark. "Lida! Shields up!"

"Ohmygod I hope you know what you're doing!!" Amy groans as her rabbit ears twitch rapidly in irritation.

The Gullinbursti noses down as the water comes rushing toward you like a wall. Just seconds before impact, you can see the blue glow of the ship's shield engage as it takes the brunt of the crash. Despite the shield, the Gullinbursti rumbles and shakes as it's engulfed by the waves. The Gullinbursti settles down onto the ocean surface, just deep enough where the depth of the water would impair sensors on the surface.

"And all we do now is wait." You sigh. Up above, you could see the pirate ships, silhouetted against the sun as they begin to patrol around the surrounding waters, sniffing for intruders.

Meanwhile, you can see your flux meter slowly but steadily ticking up.

FLUX: 40/120
HULL: 80/80

Soon enough, the silhouettes of the pirate ships above disappear from view as they expand their search grid.

"Cap, if we go, we should go now." Amy mutters as the shields begin to flicker and the hull groans from the pressures its being subjected to.

"I think we're clear." Lida says. "If we make a break for it, we should be able to beat them back into space."

>Break out and find a safe place to vent flux.
>Make a break straight for the station.
>Other

>>46283589
>>Make a break straight for the station.

Lets do it!!!

>>46283589
>>Make a break straight for the station.

>>46283589
>Break out and find a safe place to vent flux.

>>46283589
>Break out and find a safe place to vent flux.

>>46283589
>>Break out and find a safe place to vent flux.

>>46283589
>Break out and find a safe place to vent flux.

>>46283589
>Break out and find a safe place to vent flux.

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>>46283589
"Amy, lift off and find someplace safe we can vent our flux!" You order.

"Aye aye, Cap!" Amy says with relief and she pushes the throttle forward. Water bubbles and boils as Gullinbursti's engines fire up, roiling the sea as steam and foam rise from the surface.

Gullinbursti explodes from the sea surface like a missile, clambering for the sky as water trails off its shield, instantly vaporizing thanks to the extreme heat both the engines and the friction from the air were causing.

Finally, the Gullinbursti returns to space, entering into a stable enough orbit that she can safely vent her flux without risk of crashing back into the planet.

FLUX: 0/120
HULL: 80/80

Unfortunately...

"It looks like the rest of the pirate fleet spotting us." Lida sighs. "One frigate and four corvettes are converging on our position."

"Any communications?" You ask.

"Nothing." Lida shakes her head. "Either they really want to fight, or they haven't realized who we are yet.

>Lets withdraw for now.
>If they want a fight, they got one.
>Open up a channel to them.
>Other

>>46283589
>Make a break straight for the station.
What safe place?

>>46283790
>>Open up a channel to them.
Are we going to have to pull a Kirk, or a Picard?

>>46283790
>>If they want a fight, they got one.
Zero flux, full ammo, and ion cannon charged.

Let's do this.

>>46283790
>Open up a channel to them.

>>46283790
>Open up a channel to them.

>>46283790
>Open up a channel to them.

Arrgh! and I wanted this to be more stealthy.

>>46283790
>>If they want a fight, they got one.

Fire one! At least reduce their numbers to slow down their operations!

>>46283790
>>If they want a fight, they got one.

We're fully charged and ready!

>>46283790
>>If they want a fight, they got one.

We could probably take out their corvettes with missiles alone. A single ion cannon blast should be more than enough to kill the frigate.

>>46283790
>>If they want a fight, they got one.
Hit and run?

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>>46283790
"Well if they want a fight, they've got one." You grin. "Elsa, power up weapons!"

"All right!" Elsa whoops as her rabbit ears twitch in anticipation and her hands dance across the control and targeting consoles.

"I'm pulling sensor data from the pirate ships." Lida announces. "Looks like the frigate is armed with energy weapons. Particle lasers, it looks like, while the corvettes are carrying missiles. I'd watch out for the particle lasers. They might not deal much hull damage, but they generate huge amount of flux by stressing shields."

"And the station?" You ask.

"It's shielded, but not much in the way of armament." Lida shakes her head. "Just a few mass driver as point defense."

"Noted." You nod as you try to figure out what to take out first.

>Take out the station. It's your primary objective.
>Take out the frigate, it'll mess up your shields.
>Take out the corvettes. Those missiles make them a long range threat.
>Other

>>46283992
>>Take out the frigate, it'll mess up your shields.
Last thing we need is for that frigate to overheat us so we can't use our MAIN GUN.

>>46283992
>Take out the frigate, it'll mess up your shields.
Ion cannon, motherfucker!

>>46283992
>Take out the station. It's your primary objective.

>>46283992
>>Take out the frigate, it'll mess up your shields.

Fire up the Ion cannon!

>>46283992
>>Take out the frigate, it'll mess up your shields.
Say, if we leave the station for last, do you guys think Tank would be able to board it?

>>46283992
>Take out the frigate, it'll mess up your shields.

>>46283992
>Take out the frigate, it'll mess up your shields.

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>>46284045
Well we first have to deal with the point defences that may target any oncoming shuttles.

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>>46284097
That's what missiles are for.

>>46283589
>Make a break straight for the station.
>>46283992
>Take out the frigate, it'll mess up your shields

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>>46283992
"Focus fire on that frigate!" You bark. "Take it out!"

"Got it!" Elsa eagerly hits the trigger as Gullinbursti's ion cannon roars, spitting a column of azure energy. At the same time, the frigate fires off its particle lasers, a quartet of ruby beams dance across your shield, clashing with the protective blue energy field as warning sirens scream. Fortunately, the barrage doesn't last long as your shot connects with the frigate. To their credit, the pirate frigate anticpated your attack and turned hard in an attempt to avoid it, but wasn't quite fast enough. The engine compartment melts like butter, trapping the frigate in a ballistic trajectory towards LV-4212.

Unfortunately, its weapons were still operational, and two of the particle lasers continued to lance out, attempting to hit the Gullinbursti.

"Missiles incoming." Lida warns. "Corvettes launching heavy missiles. Twelve contacts.

FLUX: 50/120
HULL: 80/80

>Finish off the frigate.
>Start focusing on the corvettes.
>Make a blitz towards the station.
>Other

>>46284316
>>Start focusing on the corvettes.

>>46284316
>>Finish off the frigate.

>>46284316
>>Finish off the frigate.
So how big the explosion of the frigate is going to be anyways? Big enough to at least shake the smaller ships?

>>46284316
>Start focusing on the corvettes.

>The engine compartment melts like butter, trapping the frigate in a ballistic trajectory towards LV-4212.
The frigate's dead, it just doesn't know it yet.

>>46284316
>>Start focusing on the corvettes.

That frigate will probably burn up in atmo--let's focus on the next biggest threat.

>>46284316
>Finish off the frigate.

>>46284316
>Start focusing on the corvettes.

>>46284316
>Finish off the frigate.
Still the biggest threat.

>>46284316
>>Finish off the frigate.

>>46284316
>Start focusing on the corvettes.
Frigate's gonna die, and we're racking up flux. Let's fight off the corvettes and finish off the station.

>>46284316
>Start focusing on the corvettes.

>>46284316
>Finish off the frigate.

>>46284316
>Finish off the frigate.

>>46284316
>>Finish off the frigate.

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>>46284316
"Elsa, prioritize taking out those corvettes!" You instruct.

"Got it!" Elsa nods as she starts queuing up Gullinbursti's missile launchers. Corvettes were small and nimble craft, and even with Amy and Elsa working together, hitting them with a heavy weapon like the ion cannon was a tall order.

At Elsa's command, the missile launchers mounted along Gullinbursti's flanks belch fire as they spit out their payloads, dozens of miniature missiles spiraling in all directions. Half of the missiles are dedicating to intercept the incoming enemy missiles, and explosions ripple across the darkness. The remaining half pursues the corvettes as they begin performing evasive maneuvers. Three of the corvettes take hits as missiles slam into their hulls. One explodes almost immediately as its remaining munitions prematurely cook off, completely obliterating the small craft. The other two take minor hull damage as they leak fire and debris. The fourth corvette escapes damage, but looks to be fleeing towards the planet.

The dying frigate once again fires its particle beams, like one last gasp. Your flux counter continues to tick up as the shields bear the brunt of the attack.

"Enemy reinforcements are arriving." Lida frowns. "It's that patrol that came down to the surface."

"Can they catch up to us?" You ask.

"Maybe, if they've got to push their engines to the limit since they're going to have to fight against the planet's gravity." Lida points out.

You gauge the situation again. Currently, you were engaging two damaged corvettes and a crippled frigate. A second frigate and three more corvettes were incoming. But you had a clear shot to the station...

>Finish off the stragglers here.
>Engage the incoming fleet.
>Head for the station.
>Other

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>>46284564
Whoops, forgot the updated stats.

FLUX: 60/120
HULL: 80/80

>>46284564
>>Head for the station.

>>46284564
>Head for the station.

>>46284564
>>Engage the incoming fleet.

>>46284564
>>Head for the station.
Prepare to fire MAIN GUN!

>>46284564
>Finish off the stragglers here.

>>46284564
>Engage the incoming fleet.

>>46284564
>>Head for the station.

>>46284564
>Head for the station.

>>46284564
>Head for the station.

>>46284564
>Finish off the stragglers here.
then we can kill the incoming fleet and board the station.

>>46284564
>>Head for the station.

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With all the talk of Psykers...

Null Lance or Void Rift?

>>46284688
Both :^)

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>>46284564
"Amy, full speed to the station!" You order. "That's the objective!"

"R-right!" Amy affirms as she whips Gullinbursti around and heads for the station at full speed.

"Ooooh, oooh, are we gonna blow it up?" Elsa asks in anticipation.

"There might be valuable intelligence on that station..." Elizabeth cautions.

>Destroy the station.
>Order them to surrender.
>Tell them you just want to talk.
>Other

>>46284746
>>Destroy the station.
Not like they'll surrender with reinforcements on the way.