>>48662489
>>Maybe you should talk to Carly.

>>48662489
>Maybe you should talk to Carly.

>>48662489
>>Maybe you should talk to Carly.

Well, time for a fresh start.

>>48662489
>>Maybe you should talk to Carly.

>>48662489
>Maybe you should talk to Carly.

>>48662489
>>Maybe you should talk to Carly.

We just got her back. We can't just leave.

>>48662489
>Maybe you should talk to Carly.

>>48662489
>>Maybe you should talk to Carly.

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>>48662489
Well, maybe you should check on Carly before you leave. At least just to make sure that she's okay and everything.

Problem was, you didn't exactly know where to look for her. You weren't familiar with the interior of the Long Claw like you were with Gullinbursti, so you had no idea of all the cool hangout or hiding spots Carly would use.

Well, you could always talk to her crew, right? Well, Anne seemed to know her pretty well. Bolts, being her bodyguard, was guaranteed to never be too far from her, and Artya probably knew this ship better than anybody...

>Just wander the halls, see if you'll get lucky.
>Find Bolts.
>Find Artya.
>Find Anne.
>Other

>>48663010
>Find Bolts.

>>48663010
>>Find Anne.

>>48663010
>Just wander the halls, see if you'll get lucky.

>>48663010
>>Find Anne.

>>48663010
>>Find Bolts.
He'd probably have a (relatively) objective opinion.

>>48663010
>Find Artya.

>>48663010
>Find Anne.

REMINDER SAM IS FLAT

FLAT

>>48663010
>Find Anne.

>>48663111
Nope, We got an increase remember? Because of glorious science!

>>48663131
B is still flat.

>>48663143
anime should not be your standard for breasts anon

>>48663010
>Just wander the halls, see if you'll get lucky.

>>48663010
>>Find Artya.

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So how are we going to cheer her up?

Spending a vacation day at a casino station? Showing her Accord weapons? Getting her own power armor?

>>48663245
Playing games like we used to, Hanging out and what not I'd assume.

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>>48663245
>Getting her own power armor?

More like getting her fitted into an Accord Uniform.

>>48663296
I forgot we had lewd form fitting uniforms.

Is Sam's slightly too tight because science?

>>48663256
This. She''s clearly holding on to her old memories, and even retains the subconscious desire to sleep with us in the same bed. But making her happy huh... I think that requires finding out just what she really wants.

Still hoping we could get her to work with us in some capacity, and make sure to visit often if we can't work directly together.

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>>48663296
>>48663300
Well, if it's too lewd for her, maybe we can allow for some customization when onboard like wearing a long coat on top or casual Fridays.

>>48663336
>casual fridays

Sundresses fridays.

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>>48663010
You figure Anne would be a good person to consult. Since she was the ship's navigator, it would be pretty easy to find her. You exit Carly's quarters, Tank hovering close by you like always. After that whole pirate revolt, Tank had adamantly refused to leave your side, obviously concerned about additional foul play among Carly's crew. Now, you were pretty sure his concerns were unfounded, but at this point there was really no way for you to convince him otherwise.

Thankfully, Tank's presence convinces most of the crew to keep a respectful distance. The two of you head over to the bridge, where you find Anne loyally keeping watch on the ship.

By falling asleep.

Though, to be fair, you were in the middle of an FTL jump, so honestly there wasn't much for her or any of the bridge crew to do until the Long Claw reached its destination. Actually, you weren't even sure what time standard was set in place on the Long Claw. Even though there was a universal standard for most ships involved in long distance intergalactic travel, quite a lot of ships still used whatever local system their home planets used. It coule have been a late hour for her compared to you.

Anne continued to snore softly, her short red hair covering her face.

>You should let her sleep. It looks like she needs it.
>Time to wake her up.
>COMMENCE BULLYING
>Other

>>48663403
>Time to wake her up.

>>48663403
>You should let her sleep. It looks like she needs it.

>>48663403
>Time to wake her up.

>>48663403
>>COMMENCE BULLYING
Maybe this'll activate Carly's Bully Senses and summon her

>>48663403
>>You should let her sleep. It looks like she needs it.

>>48663336
We could just throw in a bunch of terms at her like: Dental Plan, Healthcare Plan, Paid Vacation

>>48663403
>>Time to wake her up.

>>48663403
>>You should let her sleep. It looks like she needs it.

>>48663403
>>Time to wake her up.

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>>48663300
Last I remember, it was more of a one-size fit all suit similar to that of a plugsuit.

>>48663403
>>You should let her sleep. It looks like she needs it.

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Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>48663403
Welp, it looks like we've ended up with a tie so we'll have to roll a tiebreaker!

1. Sleep
2. Wake up

>>48663403
>>You should let her sleep. It looks like she needs it.

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>>48663608
You suppose it was best just to let her get her sleep. You casually inspect the other consoles, and note one that listed a detailed map of the ship, while another console had the ship's intercom on it.

Hmmmm, maybe you could use these...

>Look for Artya
>Look for Bolts
>Page Carly
>Consult the map.
>Other

>>48663641
>>Consult the map.

>>48663641
>>Consult the map.

>>48663641
>>Consult the map.

>>48663641
>>Look for Artya

>>48663641
>>Consult the map.
>Ride on the Tank's shoulder to where we need to go.

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>>48663300
Still peeved that men don't get to wear Accordian bodysuits

>>48663641
>>Consult the map.

>>48663641
>Consult the map.
I'm sure there's a room called "Carly's Secret Crying Spot" somewhere.

>>48663641
>Consult the map.

>>48663641
>>Look for Artya
Has she and whatshisname hate-effed each other yet?

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>>48663686
Well, at least Tank gets a nice view of Sam.

>>48663641
>Consult the map.

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>>48663747
EVERYBODY is getting a nice view of Sam

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>>48663641
Well, it was time to consult the map. You quietly reach over Anne's sleeping form and hit the display key, generating a holographic representation of the Long Claw in the air above you. You narrow your eyes, trying to glean any useful details that you could from it...

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>48663846
Schnee!

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>>48663776
>>48663747

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>48663846

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>48663846

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>48663846

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>>48663846
You narrow you eyes as you carefully scan the ship's schematics, and you finally catch it. It was a small chamber tucked away on the belly of the ship. Pretty decently sized, and well out of the way of the more populated portions of the ship.

Plus, the room was labeled BAR, so that was already a pretty good indication of the chances of Carly being there.

Tank glances at the map and back at you. He clearly wants to accompany you there. For your safety, of course.

>You can handle this alone.
>Might as well bring Tank just in case.
>Other

>>48664024
>>Might as well bring Tank just in case.

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>>48663856

>>48664024
>>You can handle this alone.

We can be armour buddies when we get back.

>>48664024
>You can handle this alone.

>>48664024
>>You can handle this alone.

>>48664024
>>You can handle this alone.

>>48664024
>>You can handle this alone.

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>>48664045
Armor buddies with Tank? Or armor buds with Carly?

>>48664024
>>You can handle this alone.

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>>48664144
Yes.

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>>48664144
All of them.

>>48664024
>You can handle this alone.

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>>48664189
>>48664167
War stories with Tank when?

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>>48664293
How about how Sam met her crew?

>>48664335
Hopefully it involves a previous captain rescuing Sam from a cloning facility and then raising her as his own.

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>>48664371
If that's the case, then we need to find who the original is, and how Carly fits in this. If anything, we could be a clone, artificial human, or some orphan picked up by researchers.

>>48664443
We could be the original and the clones are still out there.

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>>48664335
>In 21XX, a crack starship crew was sent to prison by a Hegemony court for a crime they probably committed. These soldiers promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to Earth. Today, still wanted by the Hegemony government, they survive as soldiers of Sol Security. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if it's in the vicinity of the Solar System....maybe you can call on... the S-Team.

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>>48664024
Sorry about the delay. Post soon!

>>48664458
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=wyz_2DEah4o

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>>48664024
You try to assure Tank that you can handle this alone. Of course, Tank would have none of it, constantly insisting that he come with you.

"Tank, again, Carly's my sister. She's not gonna hurt me." You smile. "You can wait outside the door, but that's the closest you get. Consider that an order."

Tank visibly droops at the rebuke, but otherwise understands. He backs off a bit as the two of you march down to the bar. You do notice that there's far less people the further you go, and you find yourself having to make turns that seemed obvious on the map, but were pretty well concealed and hidden in practice. Carly had made damn sure that nobody would just chance upon this place by luck.

Finally, you reach an old, slightly rusted door. It didn't appear locked, but you could clearly see a crudely written sign on the front.

CARLY'S PRIVATE SPACE. DO NOT ENTER.

Tank glances at you, wondering what you're going to do.

Well, too late to turn back now...

>Knock like a polite person should.
>KICK THAT DAMN DOOR DOWN.
>Other

>>48664629
>Knock like a polite person should.

>>48664629
> Knock like a polite person should.

>>48664629
>KICK THAT DAMN DOOR DOWN.
Fuck doors!

>>48664629
>Other

Claim it's space delivery. Pizza the Hutt.

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>>48664629
>>Knock like a polite person should.

>>48664629
>Knock like a polite person should.
Honestly the other option is just asking for a bad time for both Carly and Sam.

>>48664629
>>KICK THAT DAMN DOOR DOWN.

>>48664629
>>Knock like a polite person should.
Time to listen to what she has to say.

>>48664629
>>Knock like a polite person should.

>>48664629
>>Knock like a polite person should.

>>48664629
>Knock like a polite person should.

>>48664629
>>Knock like a polite person should.

>>48664443
>>48664453
Either way, we really need to find out what Sam's parents are like and who they are.

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>>48664629
You decide to knock on the door, like a civilized person. Your knuckles rap against the heavy steel, producing a loud ringing sound.

"GO AWAY!" You Carly's voice, a bit unstable and slurred.

Oh no, she can't be getting sloshed in there, is she?

"Carly, it's me, Sam." You announce. "You wanna talk?"

"Noooooooo." Carly responds lazily.

"I'm coming in anyways." You grunt as you pull the door open.

And there you see Carly, sitting in the dimly lit bar. It was pretty old fashioned, with stools, glass bottles, and everything. Hell, even the bar itself was made of actual goddamn wood, a rare luxury in these times of metals and synthetic composites rendering the organic material obsolete.

"Swas like this when I found iiiit." Carly grumbles as she haphazardly swings a shot glass around in her arms as she downs it. "Didn't tell anybody but my closes mates, of courshe..."

God, her clothes were all disheveled and it seems like she hasn't cleaned herself up ever since you both left her base. She was a total mess.

>You need to get Carly to stop and get cleaned up.
>Might as well indulge her a bit.
>Other

>>48664913
>>You need to get Carly to stop and get cleaned up.

>>48664913
>>Might as well indulge her a bit.

Maybe pour out a shot for ourselves.

>>48664913
>You need to get Carly to stop and get cleaned up.

She's had enough.

>>48664913
>Might as well indulge her a bit.
>Other
Order Tank to go to the Mess and get some food for us; some pizza and cookies and cake.

>>48664913
>>You need to get Carly to stop and get cleaned up.

>>48664913
>You need to get Carly to stop and get cleaned up.

>>48664913
>You need to get Carly to stop and get cleaned up.
Fussy worried big sister is a go!

>>48664913
>>Might as well indulge her a bit.

>>48664913
>You need to get Carly to stop and get cleaned up.

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>>48664913
"Carly." You say carefully and sternly. "How long have you been down here... and how many drinks have you had?"

"Iunno..." Carly shrugs sloppily, spilling a bit of her drink on herself. "Few hours? Days? Kinda hard to tell down here."

"And you've been drinking that whole time?" You sigh.

"I guessh." Carly shrugs again.

"All right, ya little shit." You groan as you walk up and grab Carly's hand. "It's time to get you cleaned up and sober."

"Let go of the hand or lose it." Carly growls at you. Her eyes gleaming with the look of a cornered predator.

You get the feeling this isn't an idle threat.

>You can handle her.
>Call in Tank as backup.
>Maybe Bolts knows how to calm her down.
>Other

>>48665218
>>Maybe Bolts knows how to calm her down.

>>48665218
>>You can handle her.
Engage CQC

>>48665218
>>You can handle her.
Sibling Fight?

>>48665218
>>You can handle her.
>Tip the drunk over

>>48665218
>>You can handle her.

>>48665218
>Then I guess I'm going to lose the hand, Since I'm not letting you, My younger sister drink herself to death.

>>48665218
>You can handle her.

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>>48665218
>>You can handle her.

>inb4 she also displays extreme competence at times.

>>48665218
>Tank? Fetch.

Just to have her drunkenly trying to bear up tank like a space Harley Quinn.

>>48665218
You can handle her.

>>48665218
>>You can handle her.

>>48665218
>Maybe Bolts knows how to calm her down.

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>>48665218
Pfff, you can totally handle Carly. You've always been able to beat her in your old childhood tussles, and you were pretty sure that wasn't going to change today, especially since you had the best close combat training the Academy had to offer. Every Fleet officer was expected to be able to make an arrest, after all!

The question now was how to get Carly to comply. You didn't want to be TOO hard on her...

>Grapple her. Hopefully you can hold her down long enough for her to calm down, or tire herself out.
>One quick, strong attack to knock her out right away.
>Other

>>48665584
>>Grapple her. Hopefully you can hold her down long enough for her to calm down, or tire herself out.

>>48665584
>>Grapple her. Hopefully you can hold her down long enough for her to calm down, or tire herself out.

>>48665584
>>One quick, strong attack to knock her out right away.

>>48665584
>>Grapple her. Hopefully you can hold her down long enough for her to calm down, or tire herself out.

Probability of Crew members walking in on us while we're on the floor grappling each other?

>>48665584
>Grapple her. Hopefully you can hold her down long enough for her to calm down, or tire herself out.

>>48665584
>>Grapple her. Hopefully you can hold her down long enough for her to calm down, or tire herself out.

>>48665584
>Grapple her. Hopefully you can hold her down long enough for her to calm down, or tire herself out.

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>>48665584
You decide to go easy on Carly for now. She's still your sister after all, and you don't want to hurt her TOO badly.

Besides, she can't be a threat when she's this drunk, right?

...right?

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>48665796

Sturmfuhrer SUPLEX!

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>48665796
Welp

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>>48665796

>>48665803
>>48665804
>>48665807
>MFW my roll is still the highest....

>>48665803
>>48665804
>>48665807
>>48665796
So Carly's only psychic when she's drunk?

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>>48665796
Carly is one mean drunk

>>48665820
That or she's been in too many drunk bar-fights and thus learned drunk-fu by experience.

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>>48665820
>Carly was part of the secret project that said "Let's hook up their psychic powers to how damaged their livers are"

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>>48665796
You lunge forward to try and grab Carly in a grapple, but it seems like the alcohol had done nothing to dull her reflexes. Almost immediately, Carly takes her glass and throws it at your face. You're just barely able to tilt your head to the side to avoid the makeshift projectile, but that gives Carly enough time to scramble over the bar, knocking over empty glasses and bottles in the process.

"YOU AIN'T GONNA TAKE ME ALIIIIIVE, COPPER!" Carly bellows as she ducks behind the bar and out of your view.

Goddamnit, she's gone completely nuts. You're tempted to go over the bar to get back close in with her, but you pause, wondering if she's got some kind of trap or plan...

>Go in anyways.
>Time to call in Tank.
>Other

>>48665893
>>Go in anyways.

>>48665893
>>Time to call in Tank.

>>48665893
>>Time to call in Tank.

>>48665893
>Go in anyways.

>>48665893
>>Time to call in Tank.
>inb4 barfight throughout the ship

>>48665893
>>Go in anyways.

>>48665893
>Time to call in Tank.

>>48665893
>>Go in anyways.
Sis vs Sis, Hide and Seek, Round 1, FIGHT!

>>48665893
>Go in anyways.

>"YOU AIN'T GONNA TAKE ME ALIIIIIVE, COPPER!"
"I've done it before, I can do it again!"

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>>48665920
>Carly's inner Solid Snake comes out when drunk

>>48665893
>>Go in anyways.

>>48665893
>Go in anyways.

"I'm not a cop. I'm your sister, first and foremost. And I'm worried about you."

>>48665893
>>Go in anyways.
CLENCH YOUR TEETH

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Rolled 4, 13, 8 = 25 (3d20)

>>48665893
You decide to jump in anyways. There's no damn way you were letting Carly get away and ruin her life even more!

>Roll 1d20

>>48665893
>>Go in anyways.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>48666078

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>48666078

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>48666078
Here comes the snow.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>48666078
Don't mind me, just checking.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>48666078

>>48666090
>>48666092
>>48666097
>>48666102

I think Dice God hates us.

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>>48666090
>>48666092
>>48666097
This is gonna be a recurring thing for the thread, isn't it

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>48666078
>>48666142
Maybe?

Actually, we can play this out. We'll take it. We'll take her anger, her fear, her pain.

We'll take all of it. And then we'll hug her and ask if she's feeling better. Because we're her sister, and that's what sisters do.

>>48665893
>Time to call in Tank.

>>48666163
And maybe thats why Dice God decided to screw our roll.

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>>48666078
You vault over the bar to follow Carly, only for your sister to pop up like gopher and aim a high spin kick that catches you right in the chest in mid vault, sending you flying backwards. You land on your back with a loud WHUMP, and your vision explodes in stars for a brief moment.

"YA SHITLL WANNA FIGHT?!" Carly clumsily claws her way to the top of the bar, swinging a cutlass around haphazardly with one hand while sloppily chugging down a bottle of whiskey with the other, spilling more alcohol onto her body than actually getting into her mouth.

"IF YE GONNA KEEP GOING THEN YA GOTTA DUEL!"

And that's when she tosses a second cutlass at your feet.

Okay, this was getting a bit out of hand.

>BIG SISTER MODE
>SET PHASER TO STUN
>DON'T BRING A SWORD TO A TANK FIGHT.
>Other

>>48666221
>>BIG SISTER MODE
SUPLEX

>>48666221
>>BIG SISTER MODE

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>>48666221
>>SET PHASER TO STUN

>>48666221
>BIG SISTER MODE

>>48666221
>>BIG SISTER MODE
I honestly am not sure what this entails. But whatever it is, try to let her work it out.

>>48666238
I'm blind, disregard this vote because changing

>>48666221
>BIG SISTER MODE

>>48666221
>>BIG SISTER MODE

>>48666221
>>BIG SISTER MODE
HEADBUTTS ARE A GLORIOUS THING NO?

>>48666221
>>SET PHASER TO STUN

>>48666221
>>SET PHASER TO STUN
WE'LL PLAY IT LIKE INDY

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>>48666221
>>48666410
>>SET PHASER TO STUN

>>48666221
>BIG SISTER MODE

So how much clothing damage will this sword fight create?

I mean, Sam should worry, but not worry too much considering she's wearing Carly's stuff.

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>>48666221
Okay, now you were angry.

No, not just angry. YOU WERE FUCKING PISSED.

YOU WERE NOT GOING TO LET CARLY THROW HER GODDAMN LIFE AWAY LIKE THIS.

With newfound determination, you get back to your feet, not even bothering to pick up the cutlass Carly offered you. No, you were going to end this on your own terms.

"WELL COME'N GET MEEEE!" Carly challenges you.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>48666513

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>48666513
CLOTHING DAMAGE!

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>>48666513

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>>48666485
Well, if it goes badly (or well), both of them would be walking back through the decks to get some new clothes in nothing but their skivvies.

On one hand, 13 is average.

On the other, it's 13

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>>48666513
LUCKY SHIP WILL PULLS US THROUGH/REAPER OF SOULS WILL BE THE ONLY ONE ALIVE

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>>48666513
With a bloody, maternal roar, you charge Carly. Your sister attempts to reorient herself to prepar for you oncoming charge, swinging her cutlass out at you. You feel a stinging pain as the sword cuts into your side and slides across your midsection.

Thankfully, your Accord uniform is actually much tougher than it looks, being made of the most advanced synthetic fibers, it would take more than just a mundane steel cutlass to get through them.

Still hurt like hell, though.

BUT IT WASN'T GONNA HURT AS MUCH AS WHAT YOU WERE GONNA DO TO CARLY.

With Carly already committed to her swing, you grab her sword wrist to keep her from making another attack, and let your momentum continue to carry you forward into Carly's body with a loud WHUMP, sending the both of you tumbling over the bar into an awkward heap.

"YA BIIIIITCH!" Carly curses, helplessly pinned underneath you.

"YOU'RE THE BITCH!" You curse back as you rear your head back and bring it smashing down into Carly's.

FUCK, that hurt like hell, too!

But it gets the job done, and Carly's practically out cold.

And as if his timing couldn't be better, Tank finally kicks the door in the see what the commotion was.

And then he just stares. It must have been a odd sight, seeing you straddling your unconscious sister, the both of you soaked in alcohol and blood amidst the ruins of a wrecked bar.

Tank glares angrily at you.

>...um, some help, please?
>This is NOT what it looks like.
>Other

>>48666715
>...um, some help, please?

>>48666715
>>...um, some help, please?
Well, there's not really much time for confusion at this point.

>>48666715
>...um, some help, please?
To the medbay!

>>48666715
>Other
"I SAID I could handle it!"

>>48666715
>Other
"HANDLED!"
>get off the high
>...um, some help, please?

>>48666715
>>...um, some help, please?

>>48666715
>...um, some help, please?

>>48666715
>This is NOT what it looks like.

>>48666698
>LUCKY SHIP
>Rolled 7
Dice gods pls

>>48666715
>>...um, some help, please?

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>>48666715
>>...um, some help, please?

Might as well take measurements for her new uniform while we're at it.

>>48666715
>>...um, some help, please?

>>48666774
Not sure if we need any measurements from Carly. I'm pretty sure we can use Sam's old measurements.

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>>48666715
"Um..." You look at Tank and then the out cold Carly. "Some help, please?"

Tank just shakes his head and stomps forward, scooping both you and Carly up and hauling both of you over each of his shoulders like sacks of flour.

"H-hey, Tank!" You whine. "Quit it!"

Tank doesn't stop. He's been listening to you and holding back this whole time, only to see you cock it up by nearly getting yourself and your sister killed in a dumb bar brawl. He was in charge now, no ifs ands or buts.

"Stubborn ass." You grumble.

Tank doesn't listen, instead making a beeline straight back to Carly's quarters. Thankfully, he doesn't run into Bolts, or else there would have had have been a LOT of explaining to do. Tank then marches you and Carly into the bathroom.

FINALLY, Tank sets you down on your feet while he props Carly up on the toilet. He hits the button to turn on the shower and then points to you.

Or more specifically, your uniform.

"W-what?" You blink, not quite understanding him.

Tank jerks his thumb. Take it off.

Take it-

EWWWAAAAAH?!

>PERVERT
>I-if that's how you want it...
>At least give us some privacy!
>Other

>>48666901
>>At least give us some privacy!

>>48666901
>>I-if that's how you want it...

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>>48666901
>>At least give us some privacy!
Ah yes, how Tank has changed since that sewage tunnel shower incident.

>>48666901
>>At least give us some privacy!

>>48666901
>At least give us some privacy!

>>48666929
Pretty much. We teased him before, but now things are totally different.

>>48666901
>>I-if that's how you want it...

>>48666901
>>At least give us some privacy!

>>48666901
>At least give us some privacy!

>>48666901
>At least give us some privacy!

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>>48666901
"Jeez, at least give us some privacy!" You protest. You can feel your cheeks heating up in response.

Tank shakes his head again. Nope, he wasn't letting you to of his sight this time!

"I am your CAPTAIN, Tank!" You remind him. "And I'm not gonna take my clothes off just because you-"

Tank then reaches over and presses and armored finger against the back collar of your uniform.

"SECURITY OVERRIDE CODE ACKNOWLEDGED." Your suit croaks. "COMMENCING EMERGENCY PURGE."

And that's when your uniform quite literally just slides off you like water.

"How long did you know about this?" You narrow your eyes at Tank. Hell, YOU didn't know Accord uniforms could do this!

Tank just shrugs, and shoves you light toward the shower.

"Fine, fine." You grumble as you step into the shower. You glance down at the controls, and see that as you suspected, all the temperature controls had to be manually adjusted. Not like the one on your ship where it automatically adjusted temperature in real time based on your preferences.

"There, happy?" You grumble.

Tank gives an approving nod and proceeds to carefully undress Carly as well. Goddamn, his hands were pretty nimble and precise, despite wearing those massive armored gauntlets. He then gently carries Carly over to you, and you help scrub her down in the shower, making sure to get every bit of blood, dirt, and alcohol off of her.

All the while, Tank watches like with the poise of a stone statue.

>Okay, we're done.
>Enjoying the view?
>You know, there's part of my back I just can't quite reach...
>Other

>>48667083
>>You know, there's part of my back I just can't quite reach...

>>48667083
>>You know, there's part of my back I just can't quite reach...
Might as well get as much out of this as possible.

>>48667083
>>Okay, we're done.

>>48667083
>>You know, there's part of my back I just can't quite reach...

>>48667083
>You know, there's a part of my back I just can't quite reach...

>>48667083
>>You know, there's part of my back I just can't quite reach...

>>48667083
>>You know, there's part of my back I just can't quite reach...

I swear that some day Sam will have to pay back the favor and help Tank take off his suit and have a bath scene together.

>>48667083
>You know, there's part of my back I just can't quite reach...
Tank husbando of the year all years

>>48667083
>You know, there's part of my back I just can't quite reach...

>>48667083
>as he gets that one place you "can't reach", ask him how he knows to undress you that easily.

Maximum husbando bully

Also watching that 'in charge' facade implode as you bully him.

Tank for best Dad.

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>>48667164
He's the Big Boss to our Quiet, isn't he?

Let's invite him to shower.

>>48667083
>Okay, we're done.

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>>48667083
"You know, Tank." You grin. "There's this one part on my back I just can't quite reach. You mind helping me out a bit here?"

Tank hesitates for a second, but then acquiesces. Looks like he's gotten a bit more comfortable in situations like this since the last time you made him do it.

And you somehow forget that gentle yet powerful touch he had, applying just the right amount pressure as he scrubs away at your back.

Nnnnnnngh, that felt good...

>Just enjoy the moment.
>Time to get some revenge on Tank!
>Other

>>48667226
>Time to get some revenge on Tank!

>>48667226
>>Time to get some revenge on Tank!
Nothing like a little fun for a healthy relationship.

>>48667226
>Just enjoy the moment.
Let's not ruin this and make it weird by teasing him.

>>48667226
>>Just enjoy the moment.

>>48667226
>>Just enjoy the moment.

>>48667226
>>Just enjoy the moment.
Not everyday we get a moment to relax like this.

>>48667226
>>Other
Wash sis

>>48667226
>>Just enjoy the moment.

>>48667226
>>Time to get some revenge on Tank!

>>48667226
>>Just enjoy the moment.

>>48667244
Maybe we should take an easy job or something that takes us outdoors like exploring tropical planets for wildlife and stuff, or other picturesque locales.

>>48667280
with our luck it will less easy job and more Jurassic Park or Indiana Jones.

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>>48667226
You know what, after all that shit that's happened in the past couple of days... you think it's worth just taking a moment to finally relax. An opportunity that's been in distressingly short supply these days. You close your eyes and sigh a bit as Tank continues his scrubbing.

You almost completely forget that Carly's still sitting unconscious in the shower.

Well, until now.

"Whatdafuck is happening...?" Carly groans as her eyes begin to flutter open.

Oh shit.

>THIS IS ALL JUST A DREAM
>JUST EXERCISING MY CAPTAIN PERKS
>GETTING TOTALLY PAMPERED
>Other

>>48667337
>>GETTING TOTALLY PAMPERED

>>48667337
>>Other
ROLL BUFF
"You just suddenly comes to this room all drunks and take shower by yourself"

>>48667337
>>JUST EXERCISING MY CAPTAIN PERKS

MIKI IS LOVE MIKI IS LIVE

>>48667337
>JUST EXERCISING MY CAPTAIN PERKS

>>48667337
>>JUST EXERCISING MY CAPTAIN PERKS
The power of having subordinates

>>48667337
>>GETTING TOTALLY PAMPERED

>>48667337
>Noogie
>Rough invasive washing

>>48667337
>>GETTING TOTALLY PAMPERED

>>48667337
>>GETTING TOTALLY PAMPERED
"Tank lives to serve"

>>48667337
>GETTING TOTALLY PAMPERED

>>48667337
>GETTING TOTALLY PAMPERED
Enjoy it, Carly.

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>>48667337
"Just getting totally pampered." You boast.

"Ya want me to just leave ya two alone?" Carly grumbles. "Don't mind if ya two start fucking or anything as long as ya don't make too much noise..."

"No. Bad Carly." You frown as you pinch your sister.

"Ow!" Carly yelps.

There. Nice and clean. Tank turns off the water and tosses a towel to each of you. He then taps his wrist, notifying you that the rendezvous with the Gullinbursti is soon.

"Thanks a lot, Tank." You sigh.

"H-hey Sam..." Carly mumbles again as she covers herself up with the towel. "Um... I didn't hurt ya too bad or anything earlier, did I?"

"Nothing serious." You shrug as you point to your belly, a slight bruised line indicating where her sword "cut."

"Aw shit." Carly groans.

"Don't worry, it's not your fault." You assure her.

"Ugh, I fucked up again..." Carly groans.

>Cheer up, we all make mistakes.
>I get the feeling that you aren't being completely straight with me.
>Other

>>48667480
>I get the feeling that you aren't being completely straight with me.

>>48667480
>>I get the feeling that you aren't being completely straight with me.

>>48667480
>Cheer up, we all make mistakes.

>>48667480
>I get the feeling that you aren't being completely straight with me.

>>48667480
>>I get the feeling that you aren't being completely straight with me.

>>48667480
>>Cheer up, we all make mistakes.

>>48667480
>>I get the feeling that you aren't being completely straight with me.

...again?

>>48667480
>I get the feeling that you aren't being completely straight with me.

>>48667480
>>I get the feeling that you aren't being completely straight with me.

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>>48667480
"You know." You sigh as you dry yourself off. "I STILL get the feeling that you aren't being completely straight with me."

"Pffff, what makes ya think that?" Carly mumbles defensively.

"All that data you were pulling off your computers, and the fact that something' still gnawing away at you." You narrow your eyes. "Something important enough that it would get you absolutely smashed over it."

"Maaaaaaan, yer always so fuckin' observant." Carly mutters. "I was kinda mulling it over... with my crew pretty much all gone and the thought of going legit... maybe I'll never get the chance to find that treasure..."

"Treasure?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Heh, I'm sure ya heard the stories." Carly giggles, still a bit buzzed with some leftover alcohol in her system. "All those ships just disappearing into nowhere, along with all the valuable loot they were carryin'. You ever wonder whatever happened to all of it?"

"I assume it's all lost in space." You narrow your eyes.

"Yeah, well..." Carly pauses as if wondering whether she should tell you. "What if I told you that there's people who think all that lost loot got collected in one place?"

>I'd say they were as drunk as you are right now.
>Sounds interesting.
>Other

>>48667637
>>Sounds interesting.
but
>I'd say they were as drunk as you are right now.

>>48667637
>Sound interesting.

>>48667637
>>48667637
>Sounds interesting

Not the craziest thing we've heard or seen.

>>48667637
>Sounds interesting.

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>>48667669
Just wait till the AYYYS show up.

>>48667637
>>I'd say they were as drunk as you are right now.

>>48667637
>>Sounds interesting.

>>48667637
>Sounds interesting.
So, could we swing a Letter of Marque for Carly?

>>48667637
>I'd say they were as drunk as you are right now.

>>48667637
>I'd say they were as drunk as you are right now.

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>>48667637
"Sounds interesting." You admit. "I mean, that's honestly not the STRANGEST thing I've ever heard."

"Really? You believe me?!" Carly's eyes light up.

"I didn't say that." You sigh. "More like the benefit of the doubt."

"S-so you'll help me, then."

"Well, I don't see how I can't." You shrug. "One of the perks operating out here is I kinda get a lot of leeway. I don't see why Frolaytia will try and stop you, either."

"YOU'RE THE BEST FUCKING SISTER EVER!" Carly lunges forward and hugs you, knocking both of your towels off.

And that's when you remember that Tank is still there watching.

>TANK GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE ALREADY
>Well, as long as you behave yourself, Carly.
>Other

>>48667785
>>TANK GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE ALREADY

>>48667785
>>TANK GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE ALREADY

>>48667785
>>Well, as long as you behave yourself, Carly.

>>48667785
>>Well, as long as you behave yourself, Carly.

Tank is saving so many pictures of this

>>48667785
>Well, as long as you behave yourself, Carly.

>>48667785
>Other
"Tank, the ceiling seems really interesting right now, wouldn't you say?"

>>48667785
>TANK GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE ALREADY

>>48667785
>Well, as long as you behave yourself, Carly.

>>48667815
>Tank has multiple cameras on his suit so he has full situational awareness no matter which way his head is looking.

>>48667785
>TANK GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE ALREADY

>>48667785
>TANK GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE ALREADY

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>>48667785
"Well, as long as you behave yourself, Carly." You chuckle. "Don't worry. I'll talk it out with them when we get to HQ."

"I guess that's all I can hope for." Carly sighs as she searches for a fresh set of clothes.

That's when Tank finally interjects, pointing to his wrist again. At that very some moment, you can feel the dimensional shift as the Long Claw shudders. The ship has dropped out of FTL, which mean that very soon you'd be linking back up with the Gullinbursti.

...it's been too long. Far too long. You're eager to finally return to your ship.

"Hey, Tank." You grin at your bodyguard. "So that emergency purge thing... does it work on ALL uniforms...?"

>And that's it for tonight! As always, next thread is next week! Don't forget KanColle on Friday!

>>48667918
Thanks for running Merc!

>>48667918
Thanks Merc!

>>48667918
Thanks for running,

And someone on Gullinbursti bridge better watch themselves to not pissed Sam too much.