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“Damage report!” Commander Grey shouts. Devon shakes his head as he comes to from a high-G blackout. The bury shapes of the bridge slowly sharpen around him as alarms fill his hearing.

“Shield cap's been breached.” Dr. Mordey replies. “The plow layer is gone, and tanks six through twelve are reading empty. Multiple hull fractures reported and all systems are on emergency power.” There is a frightening shudder through the ship's hull like a deep, painful groan. “We're leaking canderon, the drive ring's cracked and the spine is indicating extreme internal stress.”

“Status on the power tap?” Grey says quickly. Devon watches the blood from his nose dribble out, and slowly arc backwards to the rear of the ship across the room as it splatters on a wall.

“I'm reading gravitic fluctuations across the hull. It's shaking the spine apart, and engineering is reading high levels of radiation, but it's functional for now and it doesn't seem to be getting any worse.”

“Do we have sensors?”

“Flanking only. We're blind at the bow.”

“Good, get us a view of Aral and try to reestablish contact with the ground team.”

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Happy Canada Day QD!
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Always right on time!
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>>48064465
>“Status on the power tap?” Grey says quickly. Devon watches the blood from his nose dribble out, and slowly arc backwards to the rear of the ship across the room as it splatters on a wall.

Dun-dun-dun.

Answered the question there didn't it.
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Do we have a plan to retrieve the ship once we've dealt with the ground crew?
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>>48064627
Why would we want the ship? Keep in mind it's on a joint Union-Valen world so the risk is off the charts.
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>>48064627
>>48064647
We might want the people ON the ship.
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>>48064647
The people, its tech, its design, its databnks.
All those on it are very interesting idividuals and the more we know the better we get at dealing with humanity in diplomacy.
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>>48064647
>>48064666
Sorry, it's just been a while. Weren't we going to abduct all these people? Stealing the ship is probably a bad idea.
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>>48064666
Eight parasites are hatching in Michael's room. If there's an opportunity where the Union can't see, we can quickly implant and copy the contents of their brains, the most valuable thing about them.

Their skillsets.
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>>48064689
All we have to do is make it look like lyle stole it.
Best son is best scapegoat.
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>>48064666
Yeah, I could go for that. All we'd need to do is stuff them on Lyles ship and have him shove a parasite up their ass.

>>48064700
And their delicious memories anon...
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>>48064700
Oh, right, THAT'S what it was.
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“Kill! Kill thing! For Queen and Hive, kill!”
The missiles scream from their racks and race through the air, their small simple minds, little more than target acquisition and guidance systems, know only hatred for the armored figure before them. They curve through the air, evading the incoming hail of weapons fire as several small missiles are launched in return in an attempt to destroy the salvo. Several of the missiles vanish in plumes of fire as they spiral around each other, seeking an opening.

Your missiles spiral, whirling through the air, evading shrapnel and anti-missile missiles as they weave and spin closer to the target. As the armored drop trooper fills their sensors' view, the batch of missiles are more alive in this single moment, than any of your clones or agents have ever been in their lives, and they detonate together.

A cloud of fire and smoke billows out from the blast, and Mauser falls through, tumbling end over end towards the surface of aral as his jets sputter and gasp as he regains control of his dive. The pod still streaking higher above continues to slow as it makes for the surface.

"Keep an eye out for that one." Lyle says as the pod arcs towards a dune not too far away.

"We can intercept." Jackob says, bouncing like a boxer in his suit. "You two heavy hitters can duke it out, me and Dillon can gang up on their crazy tinman over there." Lyle looks over briefly at Jackob for a moment.

"Those things are tough. I've fought one before. Even in a drop suit one on one they're damn hard to take on."

"Yea, that's why we have speed. Besides, we don't have much that could punch through a drop suit that easily."

Lyle looks nervously over the dune for a moment before turning back to mouser, who has recovered into an arcing dive and is rocketing towards the small mesa they stand on.

>Have Dillon and Jackob intercept the second pod together and keep it separated from Mauser
>Have them both fight with Lyle together
>Other
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>>48064755
>>Have Dillon and Jackob intercept the second pod together and keep it separated from Mauser
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>>48064755
>>Have Dillon and Jackob intercept the second pod together and keep it separated from Mauser
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>>48064755
>>Have Dillon and Jackob intercept the second pod together and keep it separated from Mauser
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>>48064755
>>Have Dillon and Jackob intercept the second pod together and keep it separated from Mauser

You knew this would win. I suspect why.
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>>48064465
How comes the quantum comms upgrade statting?
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>>48064755
>>Have Dillon and Jackob intercept the second pod together and keep it separated from Mauser

We should give them some measure of close air support.
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>>48064755
>Have Dillon and Jackob intercept the second pod together and keep it separated from Mauser

"If we can keep him busy long enough for you to to beat Mauser at least, and who knows, maybe you're not giving us enough credit." Jackob says. Lyle seems to almost ignore him, his eyes fixated on the fast approaching dot of Mauser's suit above, his blood filling with adrenaline.

"You mean if I beat him." He says.

"Getting nervous now?" Jackob says. Lyle smiles, his face plate hiding his toothy grin.

"No. I'm excited." He says, his breath heavy. "Alright. You two go then. Mauser's mine."

>Have Lyle intercept Mauser mid-air in melee.
>Open fire from the mesa as Mauser approaches
>Other (write in)

Please give me 1d100, best of 3 to intercept the falling drop pod.
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Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>48065016
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Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>48065016
>>Open fire from the mesa as Mauser approaches
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Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>48065016
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>>48065047
Welp, didn't expect that.

for mother!
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>>48065047
>Lyle lost to a nat100 when we first met him
Aha!

Now the rubber band is on the other claw!

>>48065016
>>Have Lyle intercept Mauser mid-air in melee.
Way more metal.
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We should start getting our human children to say "For Mother". Battlecry, Motto, a replacement for "Oh god", whatever, it'd be creepy as fuck and also really awesome.
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>>48065070
>>48065073
>>48065109
I didn't even say for mother....
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>>48065016
>Have Lyle intercept Mauser mid-air in melee.
Just way more cool.
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>>48065016
>Have Lyle intercept Mauser mid-air in melee.
>>48065047
Did not expect that.

Writting!
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>>48065016
>Open fire from the mesa as Mauser approaches
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>>48065152
How much does Lyle love his new drop suit?
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>>48065166
Exactly as much as we tell him to love it.
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>>48065176
No.
Lyle is freewilled by and large. He just has a new best permanent employer who pays him in cool things.
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>>48065198
Also with free psychiatric treatment.
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>>48065198
>>48065221
No, He has a cool new mother that sends him on errands and gives him all the coolest toys.
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>>48065152
Jackob and Dillon vanish, their armored suits hurling them through the air in a split moment as they speed after the falling drop pod.

Lyle looks up at Mauser as he approaches, and his wings spread out to their full length, coming to live with a roar that thunders across the landscape, and he leaps into the air, his suit's thermal blade unsheathing to his side.

Please roll 1d100, best of 3 for Lyle charging Mauser mid-air.
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>>48065198
Don't be silly. He can choose actions but he can't choose his emotions or how he feels. Nobody can do that.

Except a parasite.
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Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>48065281
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Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>48065281
FOR MOTHER!
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Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>48065281
For MOTHER!
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Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>48065281
For mother!
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>>48065299
>>48065303
Christ almighty it's fucking happening boyos. We should cackle maniacally in Lyle's head, mother does so love to see the good work done so well.
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>>48065307
>not capitalizing Mother
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>>48065299
>>48065303
This quest gets a metric fuckton of great rolls. not to the level of improvaizen, but still.
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>>48065307
Commit Sudoku
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>>48065341
I agree with this. Let's give Lyle a good mental pat of the back at least.
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>>48065365
I fear for the other quest I am reading right now.
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>>48065365
Remember when we got like five useless 100s because morons would keep rolling when they weren't supposed to?
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>>48065421
Oh that thread....
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Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>48065421
You can't stop me from having fun
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>>48065421
To be fair, you can't use up the good rolls. The rolls are based on a time seed which means your roll won't change no matter how many previous ones there are.
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>>48065537
>believing the dice are (semi-)random rather than based on the whims of the dice gods and RNGesus
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>>48065573
Psuedo-random tyvm.
Also I'm already on fire.
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>>48065281
Jackob and Dillon race along the dunes, each step of their stride kicking up sand and sending the dunes beneath them scattering with each leap.

"You still have that hand cannon?" Jackob says. Dillon pulls out his weapon from the unfolding holster embedded in his suit's thigh mid-leap.

"Yea, but sure if I can hit something at that speed though, even with this suit."

"Try." Jackob says. "Get me some high-ex. You crack the egg open, I'll scramble it."

Lyle thunders towards Mauser as fast as the wings can carry him, and the impact is enough to send shockwaves rippling through the sky as the two slam into each other like a pair of bricks. They lock with each other as they are both sent spiraling upwards and back down to the mesa. Mauser swings his weapon, the spike on his arm erupting forth and whizzing past Lyle's head an inch from his ear. His blade swings up, catching the arm as Mauser pulls the spike back and slices through a good inch of plating before he unsheathes his own blade and parries, swinging his arm in a circle and bringing it down at Lyle's head.

He blocks, and the two thermal edged vibroblades hum like tuning forks as they grate against each other, sending sparks cascading out and raining on both of their suits. There is a sudden whirling thump as Lyle's sledgehammer primes in his arm, and he pulls his fist back before firing the micro-maneuvering jets in the elbow and sending the massive clawed fist into Mauser's face with a thunderclap, and Mauser spirals away as the two rapidly close the distance to the mesa.

Jackob and Dillon look back for just a moment as the sound of thunder echoes across the horizon. The mesa behind them cracks open as dust and rock billow out as if it were split open by a mass driver. Something seems to erupt from the stone along the side of the rock formation and bounces like a stone on water, flopping along the dunes. Lyle's figure bursts from the dust above with the roar of his wings and dives after him.
cont.
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>>48065616
>super-saiyan jedi fight
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Posting battle theme:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lBlVeieFqKc
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>>48065616
I hope we packed a spare parasite or two inside Lyle's suit for Mauser.
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We definitely need to give them a mental pat on the back. Let our pleasure reverberate through their minds!
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Jackob and Lyle briefly watch the clouds build around the mesa before turning back to the pod as it continues to slow down to something considered a reasonable landing speed, and Jackob leaps into the air after it. Dillon sprints along the side, diving through the air has he holds out his weapon and fires a small micro-rocket. It impacts the pod, causing it to lurch to the side slightly. He fires several more, and the pod rattles with the barrage until it explodes, either from the damage or from the triggering of some internal firing pins by the inhabitant.

Inside is a man, covered in some manner of high performance armored skinsuit. His face is obscured by a combat helmet with a full armored faceplate. He looks up at Jackob as he lunges at the figure mid-fall, and his arm extends out, clasping the helmet and quickly pulling his face into his knee hard enough to dent the faceplate inwards. The figure falls back, arcing through the air, and Jackob whips his arm around, his sting whip flying out of his palm and wrapping around the figure's ankle.

Jackob whips his arm again, sending himself flipping end for end as the two spin rapidly between the whip, and he sends the man hurling into the dune below, penetrating through the other side where he carves out a shallow ditch and impacts the next dune, kicking up a cloud of sand in the process.

Jackob lands atop the dune and looks over the dust as it slowly clears.

"That was almost too easy." Dillon says.

"Yea, just like that Lee kid's shows." Jackob says jokingly. A gunshot penetrates the cloud of sand and impacts near Jackob's feet as he leaps to the side. The helmeted figure lunges out after him holding a sidearm, and Dillon lunges after, bringing his foot to the figure's face in a swift spinning kick to the head and sending the man flying back again, shattering the helmet like glass.

cont.
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>>48064755
>As the armored drop trooper fills their sensors' view, the batch of missiles are more alive in this single moment, than any of your clones or agents have ever been in their lives, and they detonate together.
That is...that's absolutely beautiful.

>>48066062
Oh jesus, so much over the top ass kicking in a single thread, I can't get enough.
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>>48065858
>Battles
You sir, are a man of fine tastes.
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>>48065858
How about this?
https://youtu.be/0bjTrPutt4k?t=33s
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>>48066062
The figure spins back as its helmet disintegrates, its tumble turning into a cartwheel as it lands on its feet clawing at the sand as he stops, and stands up, tearing the rest of the helmet from his face with a quick, angry motion as if it were made of styrofoam. He looks like a typical human man in his mid twenties, well built with a sharp and well defined jaw line. He has dark brown hair and a slightly tanned complexion and bright blue eyes held open unnaturally wide, his gaze locked to Jackob and unblinking. His left cheek, otherwise as perfect as the rest of his facial features, is covered in a massive gash from the top of his lip to the base of his ear, with a glinting artificial cheekbone catching the sunlight as discolored liquid drips down his face. It does nothing to stop his polite grin. He holds his sidearm at an angle away from the two, and holds up his palms as if surrendering, although his eyes feel almost like aimed weapons held at the ready all on their own. A cold hostility held just beneath the surface, as if held at bay only barely. His friendly smile more reminiscent of a snarling animal than a human introducing himself.

"Hello." He says. "It seems we haven't even exchanged words and you already want to kill me." Debris from the drop pod above begin falling around you, impacting with soft thuds in the dunes.

"Really?" Jackob says silently in his helmet to Dillon. "He wants to talk?"

"He's outnumbered and outgunned." Dillon says quickly. "He's trying to distract us for something. I don't like it. Keep an eye on him."

"Or we can rush him. I already gave him my own greeting, I wanted to get to the meat of the conversation."

"Wait a second. I don't know man. "Dillon says. "It feels like he's baiting us into something."

"Like what? You're over thinking this Dillon, just shoot the thing and I'll swing in from the side and cut him off."

cont.
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>>48066501
Jackob, my son. Bring us Smith's head.

We want to dissect his brain at least in the biotank.
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>>48066501
Something's in the drop pod debris. Or there's some sort of sneaky Valen trick up this motherfucking Smith's sleeve.
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>>48066501
The man slowly holds out his arms, his eyes flashing to the sky for a split moment before returning to the two on the dune.

"Why, you don't even know my name." He says. "I'm Giles, Giles Smith. I am a political envoy, a representative of the Union's interests. I am sure if you two gentlemen would discuss things over, we could come to a.... amicable arrangement." His smile curls the sides of his lips and exposes a trace of his gums as a trickle of blood runs down the side of his smile.

"You tell me he's not baiting us." Dillon says.

"You tell me he's not buying time." Jackob replies. Both of them hold their weapons at the man.

>Open fire from range
>Have Jackob close into melee as Dillon covers from range
>Hold off and keep distance until he makes a move
>Other (write in)
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>>48066631
sush little troll. Back to bed with you.
>Open fire from range.
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>>48066622
>Have Jackob close into melee as Dillon covers from range
Its a smith, it can talk while it fights. Watch out for shit in the pod tho
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>>48066622
>>Have Jackob close into melee as Dillon covers from range
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>>48066622
>>Open fire from range
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>>48066501
>>48066613

>Debris from the drop pod above begin falling around you, impacting with soft thuds in the dunes.
Egad we're surrounded.


>>48066622

>>48066622
>eyes flashing to the sky

>>Other (write in)
Jackob, look up at the debris falling around you and how long you have till it all lands.

Get far away from the debris or destroy it.


>>48066631
>nobody
You are the 23rd unique IP in this thread.
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>>48066622
>>Open fire from range
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>>48066622
>Open fire from range.
have Dillon quickly check the pod, then help Jackob.
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>>48066665
>>48066676
We can't stay where we are. The debris is falling on us. His trump card is falling on us.
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>>48066622
>Have Jackob close into melee as Dillon covers from range
He is just trying to get information for the microphone.
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>>48066698
I change my vote to >>48066678
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>>48066700
The debris is little chunks falling at terminal velocity and not making any difference.
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>>48066622
>>Have Jackob close into melee as Dillon covers from range

I'll admit, that debris seems super suspicious
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>>48066721
>The debris is little chunks

Then why the fuck is the Smith glancing up at it surreptitiously while he's stalling?

That's no 'debris'.
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>>48066730
>>48066739
If anything was falling faster than the slow bits, it would have fallen before the slow bits.
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>>48066698
We can't give commands to Dillon. Only Jackob.

>>48066622
>>Other (write in)
Do >>48066678
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>>48066756
Why the hell does how fast it falls matter?

One of those things is not like the others. Something that's an active bit of support droid or something might be slowing its descent.
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>>48066756
Unless there was something in the pod that is now slowly falling along with the debris.
>>48066767
We can command jackob which can tell Dillon.
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>>48066622
>The man slowly holds out his arms, his eyes flashing to the sky for a split moment before returning to the two on the dune.
HE'S TAKING AIM FOR THE SHIPS ORBITAL STRIKE
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>>48066756
You didn't answer the obvious question.

Why did the Smith glance up while distracting you if it wasn't Important.

Both IC and OOC. IC why would he look up like that. OOC why else would QD write that line specifically.
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>>48066799
>>48066789
In which case it's firing reverse thrusters. Are we really not noticing something like that without pointing it out in the thread first?

>>48066820
I know, it just doesn't add up to anything like that for me. It could easily be a bluff.
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These brawls feel like something out of DAtS, I approve
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>>48066819
Obviously. I just wish there was an option to have Dillion haul his ass, but without a parasite there's no way to compel him to do so.
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>>48066834
So fire an anti air missile straight up without taking your eyes off of the Smith. There the 'bluff' doesn't distract you.
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>>48066862
Fire it at nothing? What are the odds of hitting something cloaked blindly?
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>>48066834
A bluff for what purpose. Explain what advantage he gains.
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>>48066858
Again, we have jackob who can yell our orders to Dillon.
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>>48066874
The missiles have their own targeting systems.

And if it were cloaked, the Smith couldn't glance up at it! They don't have personal cloaking.

It's something visible with the naked cybernetic eye and recognizable to Smith.

The missiles have their own sensor systems, the missile is not blind.
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Why can't we do both? Have Jackob look at the sky while Dillon shots?
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>>48066622
>Open fire from range
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>>48066880
Free attack when they look away? I don't know.

>>48066896
If it wasn't cloaked we'd already know about it. Jakob's eyes are not the only ones we have there.
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>>48066622
>Other (write in)
HAUL FUCKING ASS.
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>>48066918
>If it wasn't cloaked we'd already know about it.

Obviously bullshit. They would make it blend in with the natural part of the pod for just this reason. Things can be non-obvious without cloaking.

Where are the flies? Do we have those on Aral.
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>>48066957
You can't actively break something's fall speed while also making it "blend in" with freefalling debris.
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>>48066935
>>48066678
Yes let's not stay in a trap. It is a silly place.

He wants us to talk or attack.
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>>48066622
>>48066935
THIS!
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>>48066976
It doesn't have to break fall speed. Different chunks are falling from different heights, because it EXPLODED.

Some things exploded downwards at the ground, and some exploded upward, and some horizontally.

The secret thing probably exploded upward.
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>>48066622
Why doesn't he have any weaponry? Did it get destroyed with the pod?
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>>48066622
>Have Jackob close into melee as Dillon covers from range

"Cover me, he's not waiting for us to make a move, he's waiting for him to be able to make a move." Jackob rushes in, his head glancing above to see the glare of the local stars, and a small scattering of metal chunks of varying sizes. He spots one rather large looking almost spherical chunk tumbling through the air above. It cracks into several pieces and opens like orange slices scattering in all directions and a small object falls from within.

"Shit, what is that?" Jackob says as he turns back to the cyborg. He drops to his knees and leaps up into the air as Jackob leaps after him.

Dillon clicks his weapon to the next setting and opens fire, ripping into the back with a hail of weapons fire.

Please roll 1d100, best of 3.
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>>48067024
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>>48067006
The chances of it exploding upwards in an unplanned explosion and then also being pin-point targeted to fall exactly on our dudes without any kind of active steering or breaking is pretty much zero.
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Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>48067024
MOTHER CALLED IT
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Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>48067024
I guess we called it. oh well. FOR MOTHER!
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>>48067024


>>48067036
>unplanned

> it explodes, either from the damage or from the triggering of some internal firing pins by the inhabitant.

It's a drop pod, it has a trigger inside it, it's SUPPOSED TO EXPLODE you moron.
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>th-the subtle glance he tried to hide is too obvious! It's just what he wants you to think!
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>>48067050
It exploding exactly when hit disagrees with you. Even if the explosion was a planned for potential, that still doesn't make it happen when he wants.

Besides, this is irrelevant. You still aren't explaining how that thing is homing in on us without being spotted.
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>>48067067
>he tried to hide
Nice brain fart, anon.
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When was the last time we failed a roll?
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>>48067072
>It exploding exactly when hit disagrees with you.
Except the narrative itself says it could be caused by either, right there. You're objectively wrong.

Of course he'd want to exit the drop pod as soon as he's under attack.
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NUKE THE WHALES
GAS THE SQUIDS
STAB THE MONKEYS
TRUST NOTHING
THE VOID IS WATCHING
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>>48067104
Chances of failing a roll are very slim.

>>48067106
Stop avoiding the question.
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>>48067072
>>48067120
It's not homing in. It is falling. It was in freefall.

We just discovered it was falling. It's not even debatable, we know it exists. The explosion was an inside job, anti-air missiles can't melt Smith drop pods.

It isn't even falling directly on us it turns out, it's something he wants to retrieve himself.
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Guys we're shitting up the thread with all this pointless argument. Let's see what QD says happens
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>>48067149
That's agreeable. My problem was with "hurr it's a trap".
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>>48067161
It's not pointless, it shows what the readers think is happening which sometimes isn't obvious to the writer.
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>>48067120
>Chances of failing a roll are very slim.
Yeah. I wish that wasn't the case. Obviously a 100 and an 80 should succeed in these circumstances though.
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Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>48067233
>Implying dice aren't sentient assholes
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>>48067233
An 80 isn't hard to get with three retries.
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>>48067024
Jackob leaps through the air the short distance to the falling object behind the human agent as the armored container spins and splits from the damage. Its contents spill out, small devices and chunks of metal as the human holds out his hand and grabs one. Jackob clicks the trigger contact on his saber and the beam of hardlight erupts from the hilt with a satisfying buzz, and he swings it as the man spins around, the blade of a full length vibroblade pulling free of its protective hilt.

Jackob brings the sabre through the discarded hilt with no resistance and Smith brings his own blade against it in a quick moment of sparking contact. A brief spark of surprise shoots across the man's face as the beam of the photon sabre slides off the humming vibroblade, leaving faint discolored burn marks behind along the flat of the blade. Jackob swings the hilt around and quickly brings it down again, blocked by the vibroblade again and sending Smith down into the sand. Weapons and equipment rains down around the impact site as the human agent rolls out of the small crater and gets to his feet, scrambling after the scatterd weapons as Jackob falls back to the ground. A great deal of the larger weapons, micro-rocket pods, telescoping portable grenade launchers, heavy repeating rail rifles, and many other potent equipment falls to the sand riddled with bullet impacts, sparking from damage and shattering on impact, although there is still plenty left intact, smaller plasma shotguns, man-portable sonic sledges, various sidearms and melee weapons.

>Have Jackob charge in while Dillon covers from range
>Fall back, attack at range and keep distance
>Have Dillon grab a vibroblade and close range with Jackob
>Other
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>>48067257
HAHAHA
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>>48067299
>>Have Jackob charge in while Dillon covers from range
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>>48067299
>>Have Jackob charge in while Dillon covers from range
Don't let him pick up a damn thing.
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>>48067299
>Have Jackob charge in while Dillon covers from range
Also have Dillon occasionally grab the scattered weapons when he moves around to get better shots.
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>>48067299
>Have Jackob charge in while Dillon covers from range
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>>48067299
>>Have Dillon grab a vibroblade and close range with Jackob

TOYS FROM THE UNION TOYCHEST
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>>48067299
>>Have Dillon grab a vibroblade and close range with Jackob
This way Smith can't use ranged weapons.
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>>48067299
>Have Jackob charge in while Dillon covers from range

Please roll 1d100, best of 3.
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Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>48067450
FOR MOTHER
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Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>48067450
For MOTHER!
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Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>48067450
Said we should've blown up the debris. Could've scattered the toys far further.
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Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>48067450
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Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>48067450
FOR MOTHER
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Is the cortez still Q-com broadcasting? If so we need to break the link.
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Rolled 51 (1d100)

>>48067450
Pls

>>48067515
No, let the watch the show
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>>48067535
>let the watch the show
Shit, now i want to see their reaction.
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Rolled 38 (1d100)

I should have rolled instead of you fucks
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Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>48067561
I wonder how soon until we see Valen forces sent to investigate
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>>48067566
No you shouldn't
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Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>48067580
Yes I should.
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>>48067595
Now you're just being petulant.
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>>48067595
He really should
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Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>48067627
The dice gods like me more than you.
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>>48067644
Hahaha
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Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>48067667
All of my rolls were higher than yours :^)
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If we're still posting battle themes, this seems rather appropriate for Lyle

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kjIVkl34Vig
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I really want to see what the Cortez's crew's reaction to this fight is. If they can see it.
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>>48067746
And the entire union populace reaction when we broadcast this.
Which will be right after Lyle wins.
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>>48067746
They can't zoom in that far. They haven't even re-established radio contact with their two agents.

We need to silence the Smith before he can radio to them about lightsabers.
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>>48067771
>tonight on Lyle Punts A Cunt
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>>48067829
This needs to be the intro.
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>>48067450
Mauser's jets fire in bursts, righting his suit as he slows his tumble. He spins to face Lyle as he dives through the air with a thundering roar and opens fire with his suit's twin rotary guns as Lyle follows with his own to match as he closes in, the two flying over the dunes as the hills of sand roll past them like ocean waves.

The two spin and spiral around each other, touching the ground only long enough to send themselves into another long propelled leap as they fling themselves towards what looks like a canyon half a kilometer away. Lyle dives in, his blade swinging down on Mauser as he parries and swings his fist, the massive drill bit quickly extending from the armor penetrating sledge and retracting again in an instant as their blades spit sparks over each other's suits. Lyle's sledge fires and sends a car sized hole through a dune behind Mauser as he palms the hand away, the two spinning in each other's grip until they break off, hurling each other into the air as they resume their spiraling dance of jump jets and beating wings, spitting plasma and explosive slugs at each other as near misses and glancing blows grind away paint and chip at chitin bit by bit.

>Have Lyle lead Mauser to the canyon and enter close combat
>Lead Mauser to the canyon and set an ambush
>Fire the remaining missiles and keep at range
>Other (write in)
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>>48067863
>>Have Lyle lead Mauser to the canyon and enter close combat
>Lead Mauser to the canyon and set an ambush
Ambush into close combat
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>>48067771
I really hope we're recording this in some form or other for maximum possible political damage to the Union. Here's the government sending in their most elite shock trooper and cyborgs so hardcore they aren't even legal, and watch them get their shit kicked in by a group of insane mercs armed with dropsuits, antimatter nukes, and freakin' lightsabers.

>>48067829
Kek
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>>48067863
>>Have Lyle lead Mauser to the canyon and enter close combat
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>>48067863
>>Have Lyle lead Mauser to the canyon and enter close combat
The other options sound like they give The other team too much initiative to make a plan. Keep them on the defensive and on the back foot.
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>>48067863
>>Fire the remaining missiles and keep at range
Lyle has superhuman aiming with the suncaster, that Mauser lacks.
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>>48067895
>>48067909
>>48068030
> they fling themselves towards what looks like a canyon half a kilometer away

It seems like Mauser wants the close combat too though.
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>>48068075
I don't think he will be able to deal with Sledgehammer punch.
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>>48068075
And so does lyle funnily enough. Don't forget he's got superhuman reaction times and supercomputer powered kata thanks to his parasite and connection to the hive.
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>>48067863
The human agent runs past a pile of junk, flipping over as he picks up a large rail rifle. He aims it quickly at Jackob and pulls the trigger to the sound of a melodramatic fizzle before swinging it like a club. Jackob's sabre hits it with some resistance, quickly slicing through it as the beam burns through the metal and inner circuitry. Smith swings his blade again and the two parry each other in several rapid swinging blows, sparks flying from the impact each time as Jackob's blade whittles more and more of the vibroblade away, and he brings it down hard from above, locking into a small notch in dug into the blade. Smith watches with some level of fascination as the beam slowly eats through the blade, inching closer and closer to cutting clean through, until he brings up both feet and firmly kicks Jackob away, sending him arcing through the air.

A sting whip lashes out, wrapping around Smith's throat at the last moment and dragging him into the air, flinging him above Jackob as Dillon's hand cannon clicks into a new setting, and a plume of plasma erupts from it, impacting Smith like a truck and sending him flailing through the air. Dillon quickly clicks the gun into anti-armor, and sends round after round of high caliber kinetic slugs into him as Smith bounces off a dune and falls out of sight. Dillon quickly leaps into a sprint as Jackob regains his stance.

cont.

>Have Lyle lead Mauser to the canyon and enter close combat

Please roll 1d100, best of 3.
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Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>48068214
For mother.
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Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>48068214
FOR MOTHER
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Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>48068214
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>>48068229
Never fails
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SHIT.

I forgot you were running today.
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This fight is really cool, can we throw this up on holotube and see how many views we get?
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>>48068214
Dillon reaches the crest of the dune, and is sent flying back as something hits him like a freight train. Smith lays prone on the sand holding a man-portable sonic sledge, quickly spinning the crank with a whirling beep as it primes for the next shot, and fires at Jackob. The shockwave hits like solid matter, sending his foot out from under him as he sprawls forward. He tucks into a roll and drives down the small dune as Smith rolls to his feet, spinning the weapon in one hand by the crank in one swift motion before holding it out. A moment later the weapon explodes as Jackob splits it in half with a swift stroke of his hardlight sabre. The weapon bursts like a grenade, sending both of them flying back as Smith tucks into a controlled flip up the dune, grabbing a short range plasma cannon as he reaches the top. He hoists it up and fires, the large globule of magnetized plasma hurling down to Jackob, who swings his sabre up the moment before contact.

His arm nearly buckles from the force, as a burst of light and crack of thundering sound echoes over the dunes as the bolt ricochets away, exploding into the sand several meters away. Jackob does a quick double take of the beam in his hands, gripping the hilt tightly.

"Surprised that worked." He mutters. "Alright mama, tell me where to swing."

Smith opens fire, sending the large bolts of poorly formed plasma cascading down on Jackob's position. He swings his arm up as the processing power of your civilization predicts the position of each bolt, and he bats it away, sending it arcing into the sky where it bursts in the air. Another bounces into the dune nearby, and another impacts the bulky remains of the drop pod lodged in the sand half buried.

A moment later Smith drops the bulky weapon, his shoulder wrenched to the side as Dillon plants an anti-armor round clean into his right clavicle.

"It's about damn time you did something." Jackob shouts.

Cont.
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Heey guys, quick question, which thread did we make Theseus have circuit-breaking orgasms with our offered knowledge in?
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>>48068396
Remember Jackob, Mother wants Smith's head as a... trophy.

At least that's what we'll tell Dillon why we want it.

I wonder if the parasite can produce a preservative to soak it in, or if bio-salve would do in a pinch.
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>>48068396
>"Alright mama, tell me where to swing."
He's learning!
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>>48068396
>"Alright mama, tell me where to swing."
D'awwww!
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>>48068396
>"Surprised that worked." He mutters. "Alright mama, tell me where to swing."
D'aawww, they grow up so fast
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>>48068396
The two spiral through the air, flinging bolts and plasma in all directions as they pass each other at high speed swinging their blades. Lyle reaches out and locks a clawed limb on Mauser's armor, sending them into an uncontrolled spin as their jets and wings fight each other to give direction to the tumbling ball of gnashing metal and chitin as the two punch and rip at each other's armor. Lyle releases, sending Mauser flying over and into the canyon as Lyle dives after him.

Mauser impacts the hardened ground at the base of the small canyon, and a moment later rolls out of the way as Lyle impacts the same spot, his suit's clawed foot digging another quarter meter into the ground where Mauser's head was a moment ago. He instantly swings his blade, caught by the sparking hum of Mauser's own as they shred the ground around them with each explosive strike. A sonic sledge swings to strike home, and Mauser's own spikes sledge impacts in turn, denting and cracking the two fists as they hit and sending debris flying out from them in all directions. Deep cracks sprawl out in the ground around them and small chunks of stone rain down a moment later as the two recoil from the strikes.

The canyon face, now perfectly visible as the two fight at its base, is not a natural formation. The visible carvings of a large facility cover the rock formation and continue further, deeper into the rock.

Lyle activates his wings and charges forward, gripping Mauser in a tackle as he brings his armored faceplate against his in a firm headbutt that sends Mauser down, grinding into the firm, dried dirt before he swings him back up and hurls him into the base of the ruins, sending him through what you quickly realize is a large support beam, bringing an entire quadrant of the upper levels crumbling down into dust and mounds of gravel. Lyle beats his wings and charges into the crumbling ruin as you watch entire walls of skyl writing and murals crumble to dust.

cont.
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>>48068514
Are you talking about the time we first told him about heretic?

>>48068575
Maybe we could set up another joint research venture with Theseus on that. His brain is pretty clearly more silicon than actual grey matter.
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>>48068666
Shit.
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>>48068666
Darn it Lyle, why'd you hit him into the ruins?
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>>48068666
Betcha Mauser falls under a wave of chittering augmetic Skyl. Maybe we can get some info from Heretic to prevent the same from happening to Lyle.
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>>48068666
My inner archaeologist is weeping.
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>>48069013
>>48068764
>>48068727
We're basically ISIS now, aren't we?
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>>48069056
They can reconstruct the statues in our image in about 3 months.
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>>48069056
No, we're Isis when we loot the remaining statues and sell them on the black market.
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"Calhoun! Can you read me?" Grey shouts over the radio to the sound of static, the subduing radiation of the atomic warhead still drowning out any contact. She continues shouting sporadically as the radiation slowly drops. On the screen is an image of aral, each point of contact between Union forces and your own marked with a highlighted graphic marked around a large pillar of dust. "Damnit, do we still have comms?"

"Laser comms are down. Standard broadcast only." Mordey says. "Targeting sensors are totally gone, as in physically removed from the ship. No chance to bring them back, and fire control has... wait." There is a muffled explosion and the ship lurches slightly, and Mordey shows a glint of panic beneath his calm demeanor. "LeBlanc!" He shouts into the intercom. "LeBlanc do you read? I'm registering fire control just decompressed!" There is a crackling of static.

"Still alive. Multiple fires and a micro-breach in fire control. I got out in time but things are not much better in the hub. I had to seal the room and vent it before the fire spread, but there is already smoke in the hub." Mordey sighs as he clicks the intercom.

"Roger. The commander is trying to hail the shuttle, but it looks like we're on our own right now. Do what you can about those fires, the internal sensors were overloaded from the blast so I just know we're burning, but I can't isolate what sections need venting."

"It looks bad in the hab ring. I can already feel heat." Jacquees says over the radio. "Wait, you, what the hell are you, ah!" There is a sudden crashing thud and Devon and Grey both look to Mordey. A second later alarms go off across the bridge as sensors highlight two large valen cruisers unlatch from the gate station, their spindly construction cranes folding into their hulls as weapon batteries extend and bathe the Cortez in ladar scans.

"Shit!" Grey exclaims, then turns to Devon. "Find LeBlanc and secure our guests!" She tosses a CIP pistol to him.

Cont.
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>>48069118
Why would we sell to that bitch? The Red Market is way better
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SPACEWAR NOW
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>>48069173
HAHAHAHAHAHA.

Someone needs to post the HQQ spacewar pic
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>>48069141
Oh man, did Decker grow a pair or something? Either way this is a perfect opportunity to adopt some of the fine crewmen of this vessel.
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>>48069141
>"Wait, you, what the hell are you, ah!"
Haha, yes. Decker is making his break for it.

Anderson would only be helping to take over the ship if he thought there was a bigger payday at the end of it. Decker would have had to bribe him with a Big Score he knows about that he can hack for them and split.

Or just threaten him somehow, like with a hacked electruction anklet that he attached to Anderson instead.
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>>48069173
The Age of Chitin and Fire begins
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>>48068214
>Smith watches with some level of fascination as the beam slowly eats through the blade, inching closer and closer to cutting clean through,
You know I just remember. We're being live streamed to the union. We're showing off our capabilities.
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Which one?
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>>48069241
They have no communication with the ship, where the relay is, pay attention genius. They repeatedly say that they are struggling to establish contact with ground team.
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>>48069241
I'm under the impression that the Cortez has lost its abilities for close observation, the shuttle is on the other side of the planet, and neither Mauser nor Smith have the capability to transmit video data up to the Cortez while in combat.

We have, somehow, created an information blackout without taking lengthy steps to ensure such is the case.
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>>48069274
>TFW lyle accidentally did super useful and elaborate things by accident, because he just wanted to use a big missile
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>>48069268
>>48069274
The Smith itself is a relay, at least a really shitty one only able to transmit low quality stills if I remember right
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>>48069141
Uh...

What is our egglayer in Michael's room sensing?

What about the 5 flies and 8 parasites that have hatched by now?
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>>48069303
That was all speculation on our part. Even the most low tech of relays are too bulky to be hidden in an artificial human frame.

>>48069301
The boy gets shit done like nobody else alright.
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>>48069240
The red horseman rides, blood and fire follow in her wake.
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>>48069398
Who would you say are our four horsemen?
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>>48069436
War: Lyle. Easy one.
Famine: Lee, maybe? He's indirectly deprived the Union of resources and stability.
Death: Jackob because I dunno.
Pestilence: Because she unleashed the 'virus' known as Unity and is our favored child.

...I imagine our version of the horsemen would need some slight modification as to what facets they represent.
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>>48069509
>Pestilence: Because she unleashed the 'virus' known as Unity and is our favored child.

You missed a name in there. But it's pretty obviously elizabeth so.
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>>48069533
Whoop, yeah. Elizabeth.
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>>48069141
"The interior is insulated, so the arc won't be able to penetrate the hull, just keep it away from exposed conduits." She says. Devon looks at her indignantly.

"I've had CIP training." He says as he makes his way to the door. Grey is already preoccupied with the flickering holo display on the bridge, barking orders and manipulating the controls at her seat as several more alert indicators highlight the planet's surface as the ship continues its orbit, each indicating the targeting array of an anti-orbital defence grid.

Devon shimmies out to the hub of the ship's spine, the hab ring module has stopped its spin and smoke drifts about the air in zero gravity in wisps. He grabs the handrails of the ladder and pulls himself through. As he emerges a pair of boots slam into his face and drive him to the far wall. Anderson looks at him in the eyes, a stun stick in one hand.

"Decker's a good guy, stuck in his room and won't leave that damn mutt though. Make sure he makes it, I like him." He says cheerfully, and then bounds off Devon's chest to the ladder. Devon swings his pistol at him.

"Stop!" He shouts. Anderson simply yells through the ladder tunnel as he pushes himself through and out of sight.

"A pay day's no good if you're dead, Agent Devon, and I'm not willing to bet my last chip on you winning this one. Wish you the best, though!"

Devon stammers to steady himself in the haze of the smoke, coughing and cursing himself for the ambush. It was already clear Anderson knew at least the basics of low-G combat. A moment later several flies emerge from the opposite side of the hab ring, from Devon's room, and latch to Devon like some make shift zero-G harness, while several others drag a bulky duffel bag filled with parasites and an egg layer with great effort, their simple minds panicked as they struggle for new orders, feeling only Devon's indecision.

>Chase and subdue Anderson.
>Find LeBlanc and Decker and get them out of the hab ring.
>Other (write in)
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>>48069581
>Chase and subdue Anderson.
If it fails we can at least extract Devon
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>>48069581
>>Find LeBlanc and Decker and get them out of the hab ring.
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>>48069581
>>Find LeBlanc and Decker and get them out of the hab ring.
with parasites
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>>48069581
>>Find LeBlanc and Decker and get them out of the hab ring.
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>>Find LeBlanc and Decker and get them out of the hab ring.
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>>48069581
>Find LeBlanc and Decker and get them out of the hab ring.
Eh, anderson isn't horribly important right now, and we *should* have a ship hiding ready to jump in and capture him if he tries to sneak off

Not worth losing our chance to parasite other more useful folks
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>>48069509

Maybe call them the Four Blessed?

Elizabeth: Blessed of (the Hive's) Logic
Lyle: Blessed of (the Hive's) Might
Jackob: Blessed of (the Hive's) Spirit (as in Will)
Lee: Blessed of (the Hive's) Peace.

Yeah, this is autistic, Don't care.
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>>48069635
What would Coil and the Twins be?
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>>48069581
>A moment later several flies emerge from the opposite side of the hab ring
So the camera system for the ship is down completely?

Is the quantum comm even working anymore?
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>>48069581
If they're out in the open anyway, what's the downside if we send a fly or two to track where Anderson is going?
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>>48069685
Coil: Blessed of (the Hive's) Mercy (since we made him understand)
The Twins: Blessed of (the Hive's) Joy (since they're pretty mindlessly happy with us.

I'm just putting in all the ' (the Hive's) ' to indicate that when you just say "Blessed of Logic", for example, they mean the HIVE'S logic, not just her own.

The Hive is everything. We're just gracious enough to let them utilize our functions.
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>>48069616
>>48069623
>>48069628
>>48069631
>>48069632

Coco is going to try to tear that duffel bag to pieces.
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>>48069764
And our parasites will tear the shit out of her for it.

Oh, so now would be a perfect time to parasite LeBlanc and Decker and blame their horrible stomach wounds on Anderson.
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>>48069581
>>Find LeBlanc and Decker and get them out of the hab ring.
>>other
Dispatch half a dozen flies to track down and subdue Anderson.
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>>48069809
>half a dozen
Anon... we have five.
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>>48069903
Send three maybe? Not that guy.
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>>48069913
And in zero-G, a single fly can easily carry along a single parasite while the other fly subdues him.
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>>48069581

Devon grabs the duffel bag as the flies push him along, and he clicks his radio.

"The hab ring's on fire, and Anderson just got past me. He's making for the hangar!" Devon says. There is a moment of static.

"Everything's going to hell. Fires are spreading and the internal sensors are fried. We have some of the external sensors, and that's it." Mordey replies. "Get everyone out of the hab ring, and I can jettison the segments from here. They're technically meant to double as life pods, but only in deep space, they can't handle re-entry."

"What about the spine?"

"I'm doing my best here. Spine's in better shape but not by much. Dammit, I've got him cutting through the hangar access, bastard found an arc welder. I still have cameras in some of the spine, and I have control over most of the doors. I'll try to slow him down from here, but get ready for some maneuvering, Commander's gonna try to change our orbit soon, and I don't know if the hab rings can take the stress like they are."

Devon lands on a wall and pries open the doors to the next segment, the hatch warped and twisted slightly open, and the room on the far side burns with growing flame along the walls, the smoke pouring into micro-fractures with a loud hiss as the ship bleeds air.

"How much time?" Devon asks.

"Not much, sooner you get out, sooner we can start getting out of here."

"Roger." Devon says, and he shakes his arm, sending several flies out to search the hull segment as the others on his back act like a makeshift thruster pack with their wings. He turns to one as it sends a mental signal, and Jacquees is slowly pulled from his spot drifting behind a couch, his face badly bruised and the skin lightly burnt from the electrical contact of a stun stick. Devon rushes to him, checking for a pulse. He is alive, but far from good shape. Blood trickles out from his mouth, although the bleeding seems superficial judging from the amount.

cont.
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>>48069978
>He is alive, but far from good shape.

Sounds like he needs the miracle healing only the Motherly love of ADOPTION can provide.
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>>48070028
Do we have the spare parasites?

...who all are we trying to nab, by the by?
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>>48070035
8, I believe, and EVERYONE!
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>>48070035
They're in the duffel bag, pay attention.

We have enough for everyone including Mauser, so we have one extra as it is now that he's dropped to the surface.

Decker and Coco are priority for safety purposes and unlocking Hacker specialization, but we shouldn't turn our nose up at LeBlanc.
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>>48070054
We shouldn't turn our nose up at anyone. Our galactic goal is adopting EVERYONE.
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>>48069978
Several other flies zero in on a distinct sound, and home in on Decker's cabin. The fires lick the walls like a flowing liquid running along every surface, clouding your ability to get a clear image, but you can hear the presence at least one entity, a rather large one, likely two blurred together on the other side of the door, which has been crumpled into a bent and cracked shape along with the rest of the cabin, as the hiss of micro-fractures sucks the air through the door into the cabin and likely out into space through some crack in the hull within.

Devon examines his bag, holding an egg layer and eight parasites that wiggle in their places as they look back at Devon inquisitively while your five flies continue to search the hab ring.

>Have Devon rescue Decker while your parasite implants itself in Jacquees with the help of your flies
>Have your flies enter Decker's cabin and attempt to help break in
>Have your flies drag Jacquees away to safety while Devon gets to Decker
>Other (write in)
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>>48070094
>>Have Devon rescue Decker while your parasite implants itself in Jacquees with the help of your flies
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>>48070094
>>Have your flies enter Decker's cabin and attempt to help break in

We need to subdue Coco and Decker for implanting.

We can just drop a parasite onto LeBlanc can't we? It can implant itself I thought. Or needs only a single fly to help.
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>>48070094
>>Have Devon rescue Decker while your parasite implants itself in Jacquees with the help of your flies
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>>48070094
>>Have Devon rescue Decker while your parasite implants itself in Jacquees with the help of your flies
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>>48070094
>>Have Devon rescue Decker while your parasite implants itself in Jacquees with the help of your flies
>>Have your flies enter Decker's cabin and attempt to help break in
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>>48070094
>>Have Devon rescue Decker while your parasite implants itself in Jacquees with the help of your flies
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>>48070094
>>Have Devon rescue Decker while your parasite implants itself in Jacquees with the help of your flies
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>>48070094
>>Have Devon rescue Decker while your parasite implants itself in Jacquees with the help of your flies

Please roll 1d100, best of 3.
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FOR MOTHER
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Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>48070245
Aww here it goes.
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>>48070094
>>Have Devon rescue Decker while your parasite implants itself in Jacquees with the help of your flies
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Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>48070245
For MOTHER
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Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>48070245
For FATHER
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Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>48070261
FOR MOTHER RIGHT THIS TIME
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>>48070278
You fucked it.
You fucked it.
YOU FUCKED IT. TRAITOR.
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>>48070278
You double nigger. You just couldn't keep it in your pants, could you?
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>>48070278
>>48070280
Amazing.
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>>48070278
Go back to your crystal masters, dickhead.
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>>48070278
>Fucking crystal god sabotaging our rolls.
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>>48070273
Devon's weak nerd body struggles to save Decker's life and is gonna get a faceful of Coco fangs.

And LeBlanc knows nothing of value.
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>>48070278
I swear if we fail to save Decker because of you.
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>>48070278
You double nigger crystal loving bitch you. You just had to fuck things up for the rest of us.
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Rolled 94 (1d100)

for mother
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The streak is over

Prepare the sacrifices to the RNG
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Rolled 60 (1d100)

Moth
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Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>48070485
Mother
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>>48068666
>entire walls of skyl writing and murals crumble
Prepare a science team. We need to investigate this when the fights over. Maybe inform Heretic as well? Haven't heard from that guy in a while.
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Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>48070485
>>48070508
FOR Mother
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>>48070485
>Moth
>>48070508
>Mother
I can see the resemblance, yeah.
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>>48070527
Moth mother?
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Rolled 7 (1d100)

GET THE BAD DICE OUT!
OUT, BAD DICE! LEAVE THIS PLACE!
LOW NUMBERS HAVE NO HOME HERE!
THE POWER OF MOTHER COMPELS YOU!
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>>48070514
We already know all useful things from Skyl. They gave it to us on their futuristic floppy disk.

It is of no practical value to the hive. Sentimental at most. Nothing that wasn't on the cube.
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>>48068666
>is not a natural formation.
Flashbacks to 6 year old me playing Halo:CE and experiencing the wonder that is the Warthog
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>>48070245
Devon swings himself over to the door, the flames licking over the edges as he tries to find a way to open it. Ge grabs several blankets from discarded piles sent scattering in the blast and wrap his arms in them. He grabs the door and pulls, lurching it slightly. Several gurgling whimpers escape LeBlanc's limp body as flies stab at him with their hypodermic blades, slicing open his abdomen as a parasite lunges into the wound, wrything its body from side to side as it forces its way beneath the skin and the rest of the flies drag his body away from the flames.

Devon continues to pull, straining his body against the bent door as the flame covered gap slowly widens. The fire licks over the blankets wrapped around his hands, eating through the fabric and crawling up his arms until the gap seems wide enough, and he dives through. Fire licks his skin, running over his arms like a splash of water, running from his hands as he tries to douse it, only spreading it further. It bashes himself along his arms, throwing the flaming blankets to the side and ripping at searing flesh as strips of skin come loose with burnt fiber and flaming clothing.

Devon stops his panicked screaming as he finds a thermal blanket set along the hammock like bed and wraps himself tightly, smothering the flames on his back and arms, slapping at his neck as the heat becomes cold, and the sensation turns to a frightening numbness that quickly becomes paradoxically agonizing, your parasite killing the nerves and flooding Devon's body with synthetic morphine as chunks of skin slough off like melted plastic as the fire abades.

Devon looks through the room, the flames running along the walls and pouring into the cracks in the hull like water flowing through a drain. In the corner, lodged beneath an upturned and torn apart cabinet, Decker sits in the fetal position, his arms wrapped tightly around a bundle of thermal blankets where Coco whimpers softly in his arms.

cont.
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Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>48070560
Good job, anon. Here, take my crit.
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>>48070578
Are you done pushing this thread towards the bump limit now?
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>>48070575
>bundle of thermal blankets where Coco whimpers softly in his arms.

Oh god right. Shadehounds are temperature sensitive, it's why they bred out the fur. To prevent overheating.
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>>48070575
Not looking fantastic there.
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>>48070598
Fuck you and your whining about the bump limit.
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>>48070569
If that really is the case, then inform Heretic. It should have cultural value to him. Although, I really think we should check the ruins first, just in case. You never know what cool stuff might be there or it could help boost some existing research or something.
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>>48070632
Fuck you and your pointless tempting of the dice gods.
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>>48070670
I'm not the anon who is rolling, cuntwaffle.
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>>48070655
Heretic is the last entity in the galaxy to care about the culture of the old Skyl, he'd probably want to destroy any remnant of it to prevent any chance of the new skyl winding up like them.
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You guys remember that this is a valen controlled planet that their fighting on?

They must know about the sites and that gate tech may be based on skyl prototypes
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>>48070707
Not if those ruins were hidden by the Skyl rebels, I mean why is it hidden in the first place if not from the crystals, neither our nor the Union/Valen sensors seemed to pick them up. Heretic wants to build up a new Skyl civilization. History and culture are important aspects of any civilization. And what whats that quote: Those who ignore history are doomed to repeat it.
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>>48070575
"Decker, Decker!" Devon shouts, his voice weak and hoarse as smoke and fire continue to pour into the cabin. Decker looks up and squints from his place lodged between the wall and the cabinet.

"Agent Devon, is that you?" He says, coughing.

"We need to get out of here, I can't push open the door alone, and there's too much fire to crawl through the gap." Devon rasps. Decker examines the torrent of fire pouring in through the gap in the door, now filling the hole like a gushing fire hose, pouring the flame over the surrounding walls.

"Then take Coco!" He says "I can hold it open."

"I'm here for you, dammit!"

"I'm not leaving him!" He shouts. Devon swings himself across the hammock and lands on the cabinet.

"Well I can't leave you, and I'm not going through that hole again." Devon says, his skin growing numb, save an overwhelming sensation of cold. Your parasite fights his body, regulating the nerves and flow of chemicals as the body nearly slips into shock. Healing salve secretes from the parasite as exposed muscle tissue slowly scabs over along his back and arms.

"Well there's no other way out, and the fires are coming from outside." Decker says. "The suppression system already blew out, the tanks ran dry or the pipes were broken, I already tried an override."

Devon examines the room. The microfracture in the hull hisses near the flickering of the fake window screen, sparks flickering through the smoke and flame as the fire pours over the wiring and through the exposed collection of conduits and cables.

>Have Decker and Devon both pry open the door
>Have Devon fire his CIP pistol at the conduits to vent the room
>Detatch the hammock and wrap Decker in it and push him through the gap in the door
>Other (write in)
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>>48070812
>Have Devon fire his CIP pistol at the conduits to vent the room

Fuck it
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>>48070765
>They must know
>that gate tech may be based on skyl prototypes
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>>48070812
>>Other (write in)
Could we blow the hinges off the door with the CIP pistol, or otherwise weaken it's integrity to allow two desperate men to force it open?
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>>48070812
>Have Devon fire his CIP pistol at the conduits to vent the room
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>>48070812
>Have Devon fire his CIP pistol at the conduits to vent the room
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>>48070812
>Have Devon fire his CIP pistol at the conduits to vent the room
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>>48070838
There are no hinges on a space ship door. They slide.
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Shit man, this is pretty fuckin thrilling. F5ing while eating cheetos and hoping they all make it.
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>>48070880
>F5ing
There is an auto thing at the bottom of the page.
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Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>48070880
>f5
>Not auto-updae
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>>48070812
Everybody hold your breath.

Venting the room means widening the fissure and losing the air right?

We have to struggle against the air current then to climb out.

Don't worry though Decker: Veterinarians HATE HIM! you won't believe this one trick that will make your shadehound immune to pain!
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I suppose suffocation is a better alternative to burning alive.
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>>48070899
Im aware, but i havent yet built up a layer of cheeto dust on my keyboard that im satisfied with.

The things i do, man. Work never wnds.
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>>48070908
I think the idea is that itll kill the fire, and give them a chance to get to a pressurized area before they all suffocate.
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>>48070812
>>Have Devon fire his CIP pistol at the conduits to vent the room

Devon searches through the cabinet, finding a number of the emergency supplies he had seen occupying a small portion of every drawer and container he had seen so far, and pulls out three emergency oxygen masks. They are each labeled with a number of warnings against using them in a variety of strangely specific and obviously dangerous ways, including a warning indicating that they are not sufficient to replace vacuum gear. Sadly, they are all there is.

He hands two to Decker, and he looks up visibly concerned.

"Would you prefer burning to death, or suffocation." Devon asks.

"I heard a lot worse then that happens in a vacuum." Decker replies, tightening his grip on his shadehound.

"Yea, but you're only awake for the first few minutes, now hold on to something." He says as he levels his CIP pistol to the conduit along the wall, and pulls the trigger.

Please roll 1d100, best of 3.
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>>48070955
They'll be fighting their way upwind in zero-G to do it though.
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Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>48070971
>not sufficient to replace vacuum gear
Uhoh.
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Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>48070971
FOR MOTHER!
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Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>48070971
HWG
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Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>48070971
MOTHER WILL SAVE HER CHILDREN
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Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>48070971
FOR BLACK QUEEN
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>>48070908
Actually immolation kills mostly through suffocation anyway. It's actually a little quicker than, say, drowning, because the heat and smoke actively destroy your lungs ability to use what little oxygen remains.
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>>48070999
NO
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>>48070973
You saw what happened to devon coming in. The alternatice is cooking.
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>>48070993
DECENT!
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>>48071000
Fire also kills your nerves after a while, so the extruciating sensation of burning alive only lasts...well, just not as long. Difference is you recover more easily from oxygen deprivation, as long as its short term, and you can do more while its happening.
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>>48070993
Eh, I'll take it.

I'm still worried that the horrible parasite roll made us just lose stealth altogether. Maybe a camera was still up, or a camera was connected only to the A-class relay but not the bridge (which makes sense if they're spying on the ship). It may be missed in the chaos, but there's a chance Devon's cover is blown.
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>>48070971
I'd like to mock the idea of violent decompression in space but ot makes it so much more dramatic when small holes can sick human bodies out of a spaceship
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>>48071089
>agonizingly burn to death or become a vegetable due to oxygen deprivation
I like these choices.
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>>48071097
If only we broke the Q-com.
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Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>48071097
I think that roll was more for us saving Decker, and since our roll was shit, the situation was shit
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>>48071112
I like to think everyone understands that it doesnt quite work that way, just looks cool.
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>>48071127
t-thanks
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>>48071127
I hope so, I really hope so...
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>>48071136
Yeah. Sadly, unlike the bottom of the ocean, the pressure difference between space and atmosphere is only about... one atmosphere.

The explosive flatulence and violent exfoliation are pretty funny though.
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>>48070971
Devon hooks his arm through a handhold as the stream of artificial lighting slices through the power conduit, igniting the interior and spreading the power surge across the wall paneling. The weakened wall panels give way, the hull plating and armor layers on the other side having long been boiled away by the atomic blast, and the wall crumbles, ripping piece by piece into the vacuum of space. The spine of the ship is in full view stretching further along the horizon as the debris from the wall tumbles away, becoming tiny white, reflective specks among the endless stars. The drive ring arcs with lighting, segments of it seeping a vibrantly glowing substance in long, continuous streams like a tendril of light reaching into space. Devon's mind is locked for a moment, finding it so strange that until this moment he has never noticed just how beautiful space truly is. The air quickly begins to rush past him, the flame flowing with it as it dissipates into the open vacuum of space, burning what oxygen there is before flickering out, the remaining gas flashing into ice clouds.

Perhaps it is the adrenaline, or the large amount of morphine flowing through his veins, but the struggle to hold on in the short windstorm is not nearly as difficult as Devon expected. The room quickly grows silent as the last of the air flows out, and the fires dissipate instantly in a rather anti-climatic huff as the last gasp of oxygen vanishes.

The flames lick through the door still, pluming in through the hole as the air is pulled through and quickly dissipates, suffocating the fire as the gasses crystalize into a long conical trail. Devon throws himself to the door as the fire flickers and begins to recede, the air on the other side becoming less and less flammable, and he waves at Decker to follow. Decker stumbles with his feet, refusing to let go of his hound as he holds the oxygen mask tightly around its snout.

cont.
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>>48071262
Our parasite is giving Devon a big ol hit of our patented super adrenaline for this little stunt, right?
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>>48071262
Man, Decker is gonna have one hell of a story to tell.
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>>48071333
Can't wait to see Killinger's face when he fills him in on what he's been up to for the past couple of days.
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>>48071262
The mask itself is already making clear why it is not meant for vacuum. It covers the face, eyes, and a strip running along the face straps cup the ears, preventing the most devastating and obvious effects of decompression, but a dull agony rolls over Devon's body, as well as the others, the pain clearly more intense from Decker's contorted face as he struggles the short distance over, every motion becoming torture. Veins trace their way along the skin, expanding and bursting where they can, bruises quickly covering any exposed skin as their insides attempt to reach the outside. Cracks of flaking skin pour from their arms, the burnt, scabbing tissue flowing from Devon like bloody confetti as wounds that had sealed themselves with your parasites help rip themselves open once more, the blood and melted skin pouring into the vacuum like toothpaste being forced from the tube.

Decker grabs Devons hand, both of them becoming bloated and red, covered in a spider web of veins with splotches of deep blue spilling over them, and he swings him up into the hole, sending the bundle of thermal blankets holding Coco first, then Decker. Devon struggles to hoist himself, reaching for a handhold but finding nothing but glowing hot, warped plasteel alloy door seering what flesh there is left on his hands. Decker's grip clamps down on his arm, and he feels himself pulled through into the smoke filled common room. There is enough air to hear the sirens from the walls, but it seems slightly muted. Devon pushes off, grabbing Decker and sending them both hurling through the hatch to the next hull section where the ladder waits.

>Have your flies immediately attack and implant Decker and Coco alike
>Get LeBlanc and get through the hatch out of the hab ring
>Other (write in)
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>>48071391
>>Have your flies immediately attack and implant Decker and Coco alike
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>>48071391
>>Have your flies immediately attack and implant Decker and Coco alike
Can't waste this opportunity, just hope the cameras got fucked up
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>>48071391
>Have your flies immediately attack and implant Decker and Coco alike
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>>48071391
>>Have your flies immediately attack and implant Decker and Coco alike
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>>48071391
HOW FUCKING HORRIFYING
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>>48071391
>Have your flies immediately attack and implant Decker and Coco alike
We kinda have to do this or they're likely to die from internal bleeding I would suggest we don't do this in the vacuum though
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>>48071391
Get leblanc out of there, well have more chances to implant them.
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>>48071391
>>Have your flies immediately attack and implant Decker and Coco alike

It's for their own health. This will heal the bruises from decompression.

Don't worry guys! We're gettin you medical attention!
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>>48071391
>>Have your flies immediately attack and implant Decker and Coco alike
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>>48071391
>>>Have your flies immediately attack and implant Decker and Coco alike

It's sad as this seems like such a betrayal of Decker basically saving "our" (Devon's) life. But we really won't have an opportunity like this again soon. Decker will thank us very soon. Have our flies scan for surrounding crew or cameras that may happen on us, and then quickly sedate and parasite Decker and Coco. As far as anyone is concerned, they fell unconscious due to smoke inhalation and Devon heroically rescued them. Hopefully there will be so much chaos no one will insist on a medical scan of them.
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>>48071391
>>Have your flies immediately attack and implant Decker and Coco alike

The flies and parasites crawl over LeBlanc's body like crustaceans over a reef as Devon and Decker drift to the ladder, Decker entirely engrossed in the bundle of thermal blankets shaking in his arms.

"That thing going to be alright?" Devon asks. Decker quickly nods his head as he holds it tightly.

"Just needs to spend some time at room temperature is all. Maybe a bit of first aid and a blanket." Decker says as Devon seals the hatch behind them. The flies covering Jacquees begin to swarm, dragging a pair of parasites with them.

Please roll 1d100, best of 3.
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>>48071391
>Have your flies immediately attack and implant Decker and Coco alike
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Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>48071483
HWG
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Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>48071483
.
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Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>48071483
FOR MOTHER!
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>>48071497
Saved
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>>48071497
Nathan, you will truly be our most beloved son.

As our first gift, now you can read your Coco's mind and vice versa!
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>>48071495
What does HWG mean?
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>>48071513
'here we go' obviously it's what people always say.
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>>48071509
His second gift is having an entire population of thinkers to help him.
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>>48071522
Third gift is getting to talk to Theseus easily and on the DL?
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Decker needs to be implanted first so we have knowledge of shade hound anatomy.
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>>48071522
Only when Decker does thing for Mother.

Thinkers are busy after all.
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This is also a great time to install thesus into the ship to edit any footage.
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>>48071572
They had network off before already, now it's super-off, as some parts aren't even working.
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>>48071584
Yep, it was also a live stream that is (was) presumably being watched and stored in a secure Union database. Probably not the best thing for Theseus to retroactively edit...
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>>48071572
>>48071584
I forget, did we remember to upload a copy of THESEUS_INSTALLER.exe onto Devon's smart tablet?
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>>48071595
Pretty sure.
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>>48071483
A fly lands on Decker's shoulder. He glances to it and lets out a short scream as he bats away at it, holding his hound tightly in his grip. Several others begin to cover him, spiraling around him as he begins to loosen his grip, and his body go limp. Devon stumbles away in shock, his mind struggling to process the information of what he is seeing as his body begins to slip out from under him, the adrenaline quickly dissipating in his blood. He stumbles back and over LeBlanc, and quickly grabs him, tossing him through the hatch to the Cortez's hub section. Flies swarm over the hound, dragging it through the air to the hatch as a parasite crawls into a wound along its side, its body shivering but otherwise already unconscious.

Decker bats lazily, his arms drifting weakly around him as he struggles to keep his eyes open. Two flies, having finished injecting their mixtures of paralysis and sedation chemicals, slice through the skin along the abdomen, holding open the gaping wound as a parasite lunges in. Decker manages to grab the parasite, pulling weakly at is as he grip slips and the small drone slides beneath the skin, and Decker goes limp, the other flies quickly dragging him down the hatch before retreating into Devon's bag. He Makes his way past the hatch to the hub and seals it shut.

"We're out!" He says over the radio, and another set of emergency doors seal along the hatch on both sides of the hub, and there is a violent shaking that rattles the ship, and then several loud pings. A moment later there is the sound of a muffled explosion, and the spine lurches, bending slightly as it waves up and down like a tail.

"What was that?" Devon asks.

"Shit. We're detached from the ring, but Anderson just blew open the secondary hangar bay. Cut through the doors with the shuttle's rotary gun." Devon tries to orient himself, securing Decker and LeBlanc in a pair of High-G restraints along the walls, and reaches for the handholds to the bridge.
cont.
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>>48071675
>Devon stumbles away in shock, his mind struggling to process the information of what he is seeing as his body begins to slip out from under him, the adrenaline quickly dissipating in his blood.
Devon was slipping?

>"Shit. We're detached from the ring, but Anderson just blew open the secondary hangar bay. Cut through the doors with the shuttle's rotary gun."

We could pursue Anderson maybe. Or track him down later.

He'll either hide on Aral or he'll go straight to the Valen to bribe his way onto another ship, possibly.
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>>48071675
Soon we will make hacker clones. Yesss.
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>>48071675
>Decker manages to grab the parasite, pulling weakly at is as he grip slips and the small drone slides beneath the skin,

Wow, a true fighter to the end, just like Lyle.

Decker will make Mother so proud.
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>>48071675
His hand misses, the handholds drifting away, and the entire ship seems to move without him, sending him falling back through the spinal hallway as he impacts a safety net spread out along the hall. A moment later, another sudden jerk of motion sends him flying back up and to the side, his arm grabbing hold of a handle as he begins to fall again, his grip slipping as the parasite fights to keep him awake. He slips from consciousness as the Cortez rattles from the force of its evasive maneuvers, only now, as his mind darkens, realizing someone is shouting over the radio. Calhoun's voice, mixed with Commander Grey shouting back and forth.

"We're changing orbit to come around and pick you up."

"I can't pick up anyone right now. Mauser's in it deep and bitten off more than he can chew, and the package is looking like it'll need a warranty."

"Get Mauser out. The package is intended for long term survival."

"Are you telling me to leave a man behind?"

"It is not a man, Calhoun! Now provide air support and retrieve Mauser!"

Something rocks the Cortez, not the deliberate shift of thrusters, but the reverberating shake of weapons fire impacts. The ship spins around Devon, and a wall rushes to his head.

Cont.
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>>48071779
The Valen attacking. Ah well.

We'll have to wake up Decker and Coco and look through their eyes next time while Devon heals.
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>>48071779
Wait, Calhoun in the shuttle is seeing the battles.

We must bring his shuttle down. No witnesses leftt alive and unadopted.
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>>48071779
So the Valen are attacking a Union spy ship and there will be a Smith running around on the planet after the battle for everyone to see?

What an utterly glorious clusterfuck
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>>48071827
Uh no, that just means we'll have to parasite him and Mauser when they reach the ship.
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>>48071844
Mother is really good at sowing chaos.
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>>48071845
Will parasites work on Smiths?
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>>48071844
It's everything I could have hoped for.
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>>48071855
They aren't retrieving the Smith, irrelevant.

We'll just hopefully take its braincase intact so we can find out how human full-mods work, how they keep the brain alive and functioning without any organic parts left at all.

Not to mention check out its memories. Let's hope we stop it self destructing.

>>48071845
The parasites are in Devon's bag, and all 4 implanted animals on the ship are unconscious. By the time they wake up the window might be missed.
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>>48071779
Coil sits in the armatures of the Angel, watching, waiting for the order to move in from Lyle. The ship's cloak is less effective in an atmosphere, but it still is nothing more than a shimmer of shifting light, easily blending in with the heat of the scorched world bellow. He observes the battle nervously. He had never seen Lyle fight another drop suit before, nor had he ever seen a Smith in combat, although the performance of your own hive-made suits is incredibly impressive as they fight in the open, but Lyle...

Several arms feel confusion the confusion, and reshape themselves in the armature to trigger the ship's ground penetrating radar. It requires a very tight focus area, and holds a poor range. Several other limbs decide to bring the ship in closer for greater clarity of the scan, but Coil hesitates. He examines the position of the shuttle further above, in a high altitude holding pattern. Its braking thrusters cut out, and the ship begins to drop like a stone, its fuselage pulling down until its short wings can gain some level of performance from the wind, and it begins slowly turning in its stall.

The image of his eyes send his frontmost limb into a panic, or at least, the limb which faces what Coil believes feels most like his front, and it directs the ship's computer to calculate its trajectory, a sweeping arc which moves over Jackob and Dillon's position and, if it makes no additional changes to its course, would land where Lyle is now.

The limbs controlling the ship's altitude begin the Angel's descent, and Coil, panic stricken, shouts in his mind for your direction where once he would simply pray The angel is much closer than the shuttle, and could easily reach them first if need be, although that could potentially bring risk to the ship itself. To Lyle's ship. The thought makes Coil quiver and his limbs tighten as if readying to sever themselves.

>Intercept the shuttle and shoot it down
>Pick up Dillon and Jackob
>Other
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>>48071896
>>Intercept the shuttle and shoot it down
Let Dillon and Jakob move to backup Lyle. Only need one to guard a smith that's torn to shit.

Assuming this is the shuttle that anderson is on. If it isn't, then Hold position and wait till it shows up.
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>>48071896
>>Intercept the shuttle and shoot it down
Ain't no brakes on this here train.
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>>48071896
>Intercept the shuttle and shoot it down
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>>48071896
>>Intercept the shuttle and shoot it down
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>>48071896
>Intercept the shuttle and shoot it down
But try to disable it or force it to retreat, also supporting this.>>48071910
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>>48071896
>Other warn Lyle and the others see if it's on a crash course or not
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>>48071896
They already know the angel can cloak , so it doesn't give us away.
Plus, the boys are doing just fine on the ground.
>Shoot it down.
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>>48071910
>anderson is on
Anderson is still escaping. This is Calhoun. He's supposed to be here, that was part of the whole mission plan. He dropped them here.
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>>48071910
Supporting.
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>>48071896
>>48071910
>>48071924
I'll back focusing on trying to disable it
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>>48071896
If at all possible, wait until it's near to or on the ground and blow out it's engines then. I would prefer to take the surly space dwarf hostag- I mean adopt him, if we can get the chance.
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>>48071910
The Smith is not torn to shit yet. We got one hit on it.
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>>48071896
Seconding >>48071924
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>>48071956
That's the same thing as shooting it down. When it's disabled, it falls.
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>>48071896
>Intercept the shuttle and shoot it down
Sure sounds good.

>>48071910
Let Dillon and Jakob move to backup Lyle. Only need one to guard a smith that's torn to shit.

NO!
We don't know exactly how badly damaged the Smith is. There are still probably weapons scattered all around the drop zone. We've made it this far by being cautious. Coil can backup Lyle after shooting down the dropship if necessary. Allow Dillon and Jackob to continue the ongoing tag-team.
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>>48071959
Speaking of taking hostages, when we manage to parasite everyone we should have Lyle make some demands to the union government for their release.
Also edit their memories and footage so they think they fought regular human designed suits, suggesting a third party that isn't space bugs.
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>>48071896
>>Intercept the shuttle and shoot it down
Please roll 1d100, best of 3.
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Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>48072026
FOR MOTHER!
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Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>48072026
FOR MOTHER
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>>48072026
THE HUMANS KNOW

SHUT IT DOWN
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Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>48072026
This is my time!
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Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>48072026
FOR THE VOID!
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>>48072026
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Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>48072026
For Mother!
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>>48072037
Never fails.
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Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>48072026
HWG
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>>48072026

"Not sure how long I can keep this up." Jackob says. "Guy better drop dead soon."

He lashes out with his sting whip, and Smith holds out his arm, wrapping it around his forearm and gripping it tightly. He pulls abruptly, sending Jackob tumbling forward as he plants his feet in the sand, firing his sidearm into the mesh of fiber weaves and fake skin of Smith's chest without much more than a few twitching jerks of recoil from each bullet. A large chunk of missing flesh marks the spot where the anti-armor round hit his shoulder, the arm held on by a tattered and poorly functioning mechanical bone covered in torn artificial tendons and muscle that spurts a white, milky blood with each motion.

Jackob detaches the sting whip, sending it coiling around the cyborg's arm and tangling the rest of his body as Dillon fires off several more short ranged plasma blasts that rip into Smith's fake flesh, burning it away and revealing the skeletal form beneath of woven synthetic muscle and metal bone.

>Have them both flee to aid Lyle
>Have them continue to fight and attempt to kill the Smith
>Call in air support (will be delayed while Coil is preoccupied.)
>Other (write in)
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>>48072121
>>Have them continue to fight and attempt to kill the Smith
They've got him on the ropes anyways
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>>48072121
>>Have them continue to fight and attempt to kill the Smith
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>>48072121
>Have them both flee to aid Lyle
Remember the plan
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>>48072121
>>Have them continue to fight and attempt to kill the Smith

Lyle is a big boy.
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>>48072121
>Other
Have them disable the smith as much as they can then go and help Lyle while picking up any useful weapons.
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>>48072121
>Have them continue to fight and attempt to kill the Smith
Goddamn, someone take a vibroblade to this guy's neck.
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>>48072121
>Have them continue to fight and attempt to kill the Smith
>Call in air support (will be delayed while Coil is preoccupied.)
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>>48072121
>Have them continue to fight and attempt to kill the Smith
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>>48072121
>Other (write in)
>Have them continue to fight and attempt to INCAPACITATE the Smith.

We need evidence the Smith was here to really screw up relations between the Union and the Valen, and a living Smith is far more damning than a dead one (which could potentially be a fake).
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>>48072121
>Have them continue to fight and attempt to kill the Smith
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>>48072163
Smiths notoriously destroy themselves to prevent capture alive if you don't kill them.

Our only option is to kill them carefully ourselves instead.
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>>48072121
>>Have them continue to fight and attempt to kill the Smith
Again, make sure the head is intact. I would vote to incapacitate the smith, but Theseus warned us that they self destruct to avoid capture.

So wait until there is an opening in his defences and hit Jackob with some SUPER ADRENALINE so he can overwhelm him.
>>Call in air support (will be delayed while Coil is preoccupied.)
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>>48072121
>>Have them continue to fight and attempt to kill the Smith

"I'm starting to run low." Dillon says as the plasma plumes against the cyborg's frame. It leans in, diving through the fire and enters a sprint, hurling itself at Dillon. He dives out of the way but Smith catches his arm, dragging him back as he swings a fist into Dillon's armored head, cracking the helmet and sending Dillon flying into a nearby dune. Jackob dropkicks the agent off his feet and swings his sabre. He dodges it cleanly, ducking and weaving as Jackob spins the beam of hardlight in rapid, quick swings, shaving off Smith's ear along with a large portion of his scalp, and he brings his palm to Jackob's chest hard enough to send him back several meters. He takes the time granted to search for a new weapon, hoisting large thermal-edged vibroblade nearly the side of a broadsword from the sand, likely meant to be fitted to a dropsuit, and swings it handedly in his one good arm.

Dillon emerges from the dune and quickly throws a grenade, and the agent sprints to meet it and bats it away with the flat of the sword. It detonates some distance away, echoing across the dunes.

>Have Dillon continue to cover Jackob from range
>Have both move into melee
>Have Jackob break off and attack from range
>Other (write in)
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>>48072236
>Have both move into melee
I don't want Jackob fighting a guy like that in melee one on one and Dillon is low on ammo anyway. We can't let up on this guy by moving to ranged or he will take the chance to pick up even more weapons. Let's rush in and finish the job. Disabling the last good arm will be a good start.
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>>48072236
>Have Jackob break off and attack from range
Could we send them some backup, blink in some clones and hybrids?
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>>48072236
>>Have both move into melee

Goddammit, how do they get so tough without a dropsuit.
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>>48072257
Not with Valen PDF coming to the scene
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>>48072236
>>48072257
Change my vote to
>Have both move into melee
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>>48072236
>>Have Jackob break off and attack from range
Okay this isn't working. Have them both break off and cause as much damage to this thing as possible, ideally crippling it, before falling back. We can scan for this bastard from the air using the angel without risking the lives of our agents.
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>>48072236
>Have both move into melee
Please roll 1d100, best of 3.
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Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>48072298
FOR LYLE!
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Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>48072298
FOR MOTHER
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Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>48072298
POR MADRE
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Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>48072298
HWG
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Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>48072298
Off with his head!
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>>48072306

This one always works it seems... Mother wills it.
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>>48072306
Every time.
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>>48072312
WHERE WERE YOU
QD COUNT THIS
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>>48072312
Neat.
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>>48072312
>>48072306
Aye dios mios!
Ayy Lmao
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>>48072312
Just a little sooner next time plz

Also, page 8 notification.
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>>48072317
Calm down bro. A 94's still pretty awesome. While a 100 would probably have given us an intact test subject, with any luck we may be able to still get that (or at least a partial head recovery).
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>>48072343
In the end, there's always a chance of getting one if we find out where they make them.
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>>48072348
Not that we'll get much from it we might get an interesting tech to increase our warriors bone strength but other wise it's just another upgrade for our clones
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>>48072381
Theseus, on the other hand, might be willing to trade quite a bit for that information - whether in research, military, or political favors.
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>>48072381
I wouldn't expect to get any tech developments out of them, our warriors are already as tough and as strong as physically possible. I'm more interested in the juicy intelligence of the blackest of Union black ops.
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>>48072397
>>48072381
Might give us some prosthetic upgrades

>>48072385
This might be the best though. He'd love to get his grubby robot hands all over a Smith I'm sure
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>>48072397
They problem with that is smith's probably don't know anything they seem to be mostly sacrifical if he had secret info he would have a higher priority than some drop trooper
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why haven't we made a smith-hunter drone yet?
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>>48072421
Don't be ridiculous. There is no specialization for that. No more than we need an 'enemy hive warrior hunter'.
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>>48072298
"Alright, new plan, this guy shrugs off bullets like water off a duck's back. We need to get in and hit him hard." Jackob says.

"I'm already out of anti-armor." Dillon replies. "Can't exactly fit a lot in this thing, but I was able to take out an arm with it."

"I'll get him in melee, you take the flank, then." Jackob says as the cyborg drives into a full sprint and swings its blade. Jackob blocks it with his own sabre, sliding along the blade as sparks fly in all directions. Dillon moves to the side and closes in, swinging a fist as the Smith ducks and sends out a firm kick to Dillon's chin. He swings his foot around in an arc and brings it down on Jackob's head as he blocks with his arm and stabs out with his sabre.

Cracks spread across the armor of Jackob's forearm as Smith forces his foot down and leverages himself up and over the sabre strike, flipping over backwards and bringing the vibroblade spinning inches from Dillon's face and meeting Jackob's beam again as he lands. A swift kick to the shin from Dillon sends the cyborg's leg out from under it, forcing it to a kneeling stance as Jackob brings the sabre down on top of it, hammering into the vibro-blade's thermal edge again and again, slicing further through each time. Smith dives out of the way, rolling back to his feet as the sabre catches his trailing damaged arm, slicing it off below the elbow.

Dillon's arms arc with built up electricity as his fist makes contact with the cyborg as it dives into him to evade the sabre, and Dillon grips its head, sending an electrical pulse through its head with a quick clap of his hands on either side of its face. It swings its blade, shaving off a layer of chitin from Dillon's arm as he dives back. A clawed arm reached out, stretching to impossible lengths and palms the top of Smith's head, pulling it down to Jackob's knee which promptly kicks him back up again, the skin of Smith's forehead left on the chitinous armored knee.

Cont.
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>>48072421
We already have one. It's just a single Colossus.
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We already decided to capture smiths head, but we should also think about how to leave enought evidence of smith being here for the Valen to find.

Leaving it alive would be best kind of skenario, but I doubt we will do that.
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>>48072420
No he wouldn't.

They assume that at worst, he will die, and take his secrets with him. They cannot conceive that someone could extract secrets from the dead.
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>>48072434
Of course then the VALEN will get to blackmail the Union instead.
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QD, are we still having another thread tomorrow?
Please say YES.
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>>48072488
That's why it's called a bonus thread anon.
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>>48072430
Smith swings his blade up again, bringing it down over Dillon as Jackob swings his blade to intercept. Dillon ducks beneath it and grabs the back of Smith's head, pulling it into his own and headbutting the cyborg before spinning into a roundhouse kick planted firmly in his chest. The cyborg flies back, skidding against the sand and landing on a chunk of debris from the pod, his good arm immediately bringing the vibroblade up to block a downward swing of Jackob's sabre. The sabre slowly burns through the blade as Jackob inches it closer to the cyborg's face, and Smith reaches up with its legs and grips Jackob in a choke hold.

A small port in Jackob's helmet opens, and he spits a short cone of concentrated chemicals from the small sacs in his throat, which immediately ignite in the air, covering Smith's face in burning synthetic napalm. The choke hold flips into a kick that sends Jackob a short distance in the air as Dillon rushes in, landing a drop kick firmly in the side of the left knee as the cyborg gets up, snapping whatever firm material it is made of and bringing both fists, each with several thousand volts down like a hammer on its exposed back as it hunches over to catch itself, driving it into the sand before a swift kick to the ribs sends it airborn in Jackob's direction. He swings his sabre as it passes, slicing cleanly through a good portion of its torso as it lands in the sand trailing white synthetic blood.

The cyborg gets up with the sound of straining servos as white blood pumps out of its side with each movement. It turns, its bare metal skull of a head still aflame, and it lunges after Jackob with its sword. Jackob lunges back, both swinging with their full strength as they pass eachother.

cont.

>>48072488
I'll have a thread up Sunday. Which could be considered "tomorrow" depending on your time zone, yes.
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>>48072500
The closest sun begins to set as shadows creep out along the largest dunes. The smith's blade snaps in half, and it drops the hilt as its arm sprays synthetic blood across the sand. It drops to its knees, slowly, as if its legs were deflating and loosing strength, and Jackob brings his photon blade into a swift backswing, slicing through the cyborg's neck as he whirls the blade behind him and sheaths it with a loud buzz, his free arm gripping the smoldering skull by a strip of burnt, leathery flesh that now has the consistency of the rubbery alloy it was made of, and pulls it free from its shoulders as the body collapses in the sand.

"Was that really necessary?" Dillon asks. Jackob looks at the head in his hands as his helmet folds back.

"I don't know.... I feel like this is important somehow." He says.

Cont.
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>>48072532
Yo QD in real time how long did that fight last?
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>>48072500
>it lunges after Jackob with its sword. Jackob lunges back, both swinging with their full strength as they pass eachother.
>cont.

You went full anime. You never go full anime.
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>>48072532
>"I don't know.... I feel like this is important somehow."
I love our sons, all of them.

>>48072554
Considering how absurdly far above the human baseline both combatants are, I'd say it's justifiable.
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>>48072554
may as well, he gave us fucking lightsabres after all.
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>>48072532
Just like in my pathian cartoons
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>>48071262
By the way, trying to breathe while in a vacuum is certain death. The correct thing to do would be to exhale while entering the vacuum so your lungs don't explode, and then taking your ~20 seconds of consciousness and doing whatever you can with them. The oxygen masks would be worse than useless here, they would be actively killing the people using them.
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>>48072532
The shuttle streaks through the sky, curving at a gradual angle as it makes its way over the desert. It shudders slightly with turbulence, rocking in its place as an echoing roar passes in the distance and drifts behind. A moment later, the Hel's Angel peels back the delicate layers of light around it, as if emerging from nothingness from the bow to the trailing engine housings behind, and several anti-air weapons spin slowly as they emerge from the hull compartments beneath the cockpit.

The Angel opens fire, ripping into the shuttle's engines as it dives to the side and attempts to evade. Coil's eye stalks seek after it, locked to the shuttle with the instinctive, animalistic bloodlust of pouncing and enveloping an unaware prey, his limbs tensing, reflexively preparing for the moment of the kill, where they would crush the would-be meal in their grasp. The ship lurches slightly, gaining distance from the shuttle before curving back in and ripping into its side with another hail of weapons fire. The shuttle rolls, spiraling out of the sky in an effort to flee as Coil's skin flashes in strobes of black and white as the brain of his skin tries to stun his prey reflexively in a display of pure aggression, his tendrils tightening around the controls of the weapons and sending a low yield conventional warhead-tipped atmospheric missile streaking out from the ship to the shuttle, detonating near its side and sending fragments of hull debris flying in all directions.

The landing thruster along its side rips off, spiraling through the air and sending the shuttle into a tumble as it spins to the ground. Coil begins to calm himself, his mind becoming more singular as the threat impacts the dunes and shatters like a vase smashed against a bulkhead, the fragments tumbling and rolling across the sand in a ball of fire.

>Have Jackob and Dillon investigate the crash
>Have them move to assist Lyle
>Other
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>>48072653
>Other
Jackob investigates, Dillon assists Lyle.
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>>48072653
>>Have Jackob and Dillon investigate the crash


Man, Coil's perspective is great. It's nice to see how his brain interprets all this.
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>>48072653
>>Have Jackob and Dillon investigate the crash
Goddamit Coil, I thought we were clear about 'disabling' the ship to capture the crew alive, not blow them all to kingdom fucking come.
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>>48072653
>>Have Jackob and Dillon investigate the crash

Or split. >>48072670

That way we have an eye on both places.
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>>48072627
The lung exploding is largely from everything getting sucked out, I don't think there are any recorded vacuum exposures where the person had a helmet/mask and nothing else, and the ones that did happen were accidents, for obvious ethical reasons, but I would imagine that keeping all the holes on the face pressurized would help prevent the lungs from exploding. That leaves us knowing a general understanding of what vacuum exposure does after a short period of time (due to various accidents during suit tests) and leaves Event Horizon as the current ranking most realistic space exposure scene in media, ironically. You usually don't think of a movie about space demons when you think about realism.

>>48072544
From mid-day to evening on aral, which would be nearly four hours of combat. Not counting the time it took for the Cortez to enter orbit, and fort he pods to land. Including all of that, the entire engagement has taken nearly twelve hours from the Cortez's emergence from warp in the system to now.
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>>48072687
Technically it *is* disabled now.

>>48072653
>>48072670
>Other
I'll back Splitting up
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>>48072653
>Have both investigate the crash
>Have both assist Lyle
>Have them split up, send Dillon to investigate, Jackob to help Lyle.
>Have them split up, send Jackob to investigate, Dillon to help Lyle.
>Other
>>
If only Jackob's suit had a spare parasite or two inside it.
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>>48072653
>Have Jackob and Dillon investigate the crash
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>>48072705
>Have them split up, send Jackob to investigate, Dillon to help Lyle.

>>48072707
Should be some crawling around the Hel's Angel?
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>>48072705
>Have both investigate the crash
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>>48072698
No, the lung exploding would be from everything NOT getting sucked out. That's why you exhale, so the vacuum sucks the air out of the lungs non-lethally instead of explosively. Trying to keep it in is what would cause the major damage.

I mean, it's technically possible the oxygen masks here are advanced enough to realize they're in a near-vacuum environment and make sure they only vent out a small fraction of an atmosphere's worth of pressure in pure oxygen at the face of the wearer... or something. That would be a way to explain your scene.
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>>48072705
>Have them split up, send Jackob to investigate, Dillon to help Lyle.
>>
Guys, Lyle probably doesn't need and definitely won't appreciate the help. You're ruining his fun.
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>>48072705
>Have them split up, send Jackob to investigate, Dillon to help Lyle.
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>>48072740
Uh, shit, I just realized you're right. Gonna retract my vote now. Lyle would call for help if he thought he actually needed it, and it's not like Mauser has any way off this planet at this point.
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>>48072705
>>Have both investigate the crash
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>>48072718
They are essentially face masks designed to prevent your innards from escaping from the orifices of your face when there is a hull breach, intended to only function and keep you alive for the span of maybe 30-40 seconds that it takes you to get to a place without a hole leading to space, like a more advanced airmask you see in airplanes. If you need to use one, things are already tits-up. So long as you get to safety without your eyes popping or your inner ear taking a vacation outside your skull, it did its job.
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>>48072705
>Have both investigate the crash
Eeh I trust in Lyle, he has been just fine for this long, unlike Dillon and Jackob.
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>>48072766
I'll reiterate that you'd have a better chance of surviving that long without a mask. Vacuum exposure is believed to leave somewhere between 10 and 60 seconds of consciousness. Trying to keep the air in your lungs would kill you, as the lungs would pop like thousands of little overfilled balloons.
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>>48072792
Let's just assume that there was still a very, very thin atmosphere in that room before Devon and Decker bailed. Not much, but enough to stop people from popping like balloons instantly
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>>48072705
>>Have both investigate the crash
Eh, let's trust in lyle
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>>48072792
No it wouldn't air would fallow the path of lest resistance out the mouth and our lungs can handle more than 1 atmosphere of pressure breathing would be labored but not deadly if it was diving wouldn't be a thing.
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>>48072705
>Have both investigate the crash

And I think that's gonna be it for tonight... morning. Whatever.

I do have a big nice list of systems you want to chart with pods, however to make sure it's on the list and I didn't miss it, you can just let me know here. I may not be able to get all of them done by Sunday on top of the usual prep work, but I'll damn well try.
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>>48072830
Thanks for running, QD. Awesome thread.
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>>48072830
Right, weren't we also gonna have a vote on if we wanted to establish a hive on Mentan or something.
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>>48072814
It wouldn't make a difference, there isn't some kind of magical quality that enters into the equation exactly when you reach 0 atmospheres.

Besides, the skin is a lot stronger than the fragile inner linings in the lungs.

>>48072824
>No it wouldn't air would fallow the path of lest resistance out the mouth
It can't, the mask is blocking it. That's what's bothering me.

The lungs could only handle this situation if they were allowed to empty first. Well, technically you'd have the same amount of survival time in the vacuum either way, it's just you wouldn't be able to start breathing again once you're back in an atmosphere if your lungs are destroyed from trying to keep the air in them.

>>48072847
Now isn't a good time to vote, I think most people can't post.
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>>48072830
Oh man, we didn't even finish the dropsuitbowl after an entire thread. Thanks for running QD, I was waiting a long time for this fight to happen, and you did not disappoint at all in it's execution.

Can we loot the remaining intact weapons the smith had dropped to him before we leave the planet? There's got to be something in there we have yet to reverse engineer.
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>>48072903
>There's got to be something in there we have yet to reverse engineer.
This is true. You just know he'd be carrying around some crazy prototypes.
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>>48072830
Thank you, those were some awesome fighting scenes.

We should start plotting of buying/allying/taking over the Tannnhauser system (The same one where Aral is.)
It is in between our areas of control, and closer to us than any other colony.

I'd like to try making defense alliance against black queen with Valen in the system.
The price of us defending their colony, would be that we get to colonize part of the Aral too.
We could use it as a center for diplomacy, trading and letting people that want to join hive, live in there.

Of course this is after we make good contacts to Valen and probally to Union.
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>>48072824
Well our bodies are a bit better at handling more than one atmospheres of pressure, so long as you do it gradually.

The human body is far, far less capable at going from higher levels of atmosphere to lower levels, especially when it happens quickly. A deep sea diving accident involving a pressure room after a dive actually once resulted in the total vaporization of several people, with the door opening so quickly it killed the man outside just from the force of the door hitting him.

Of course, that was from going from a multitude of atmospheres down to one, but going from one to zero without instantly dying is still tricky to pull off without horrible long term injury and/or disfigurement, so I can certainly believe the other anon's comments. I would imagine you'd need a very low pressure oxygen intake to slowly offer air to the lungs without causing too much of a pressure difference to avoid damage.

>>48072847
Honestly I'd like to avoid any official votes right now since it looks like the site is on the fritz again. I'll be sure to hold that one during the Sunday thread, no worries.

>>48072903
Thanks, that means a lot, and potentially, although it's nothing you haven't researched already or have something equivalent to.
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>>48072934
I agree on buying Tannhauser.
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>>48072934
Supporting. Completely agree with this. It's basically what I said last week.
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>>48072940
How come Artificial gravity plating is still in the research pastebin but photonic armor isn't.
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>>48072940
Is Decker an upgrade to Tech specialization or a new specialization entirely?
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>>48072940
QD, would Heretic value those Skyl ruins where Lyle and Mauser are fighting?
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>>48072934
I completely support this idea, we need to bring Tannhauser under our control and have the current overseers, the Union, forcibly evicted.
>>
What would happen if we built weather spires underwater? Would they be able to manipulate tides and currents? Do we need to modify the design for that?

On that note, maybe weather spires could create jetstreams to buff our aerial units' speed and locomotion.
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>>48073110
We could claim that it is holy land and use those skyl artifacts/ruins to prove that.

Plus we are seriously worried of all those nukes being blown around Aral, so we have to "protect" it.

Oh and the Valens currently at that system get the privilege for better trade deals with hive.

I think that should do the trick.
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>>48073739
That may work, although that would instantly set off alarm bells within the union as they connect us to the ruins they've been looting for psionic tech. I would generally prefer to secretively pressure the Valen into evicting or otherwise telling the Union to fuck off without telling them who they've realligned allegiances with. The Union will just think the Valen got sick of them and decided to rule the planet alone, and we get to giggle in the background as Killinger loses his spaghetti all over the place and his government cop the blame for initiating a Valen independence movement in the Expanse.



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