>>50452300
You know, I always thought Issac Clarke and Doomguy would get along ok.

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>>50452368
They're insane enough

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I remember.

>>50452989
such an excellent bossfight, shame you had to play through the entirety of DS2 to get to it.

>>50452300
>put that shit down isaac, that won't kill the aliums
>I AM ISAAC CLARKE, AND THIS IS MY FAVORITE HARDWARE STORE ON THE CITADEL

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Those were the days

>>50455508
>such an excellent bossfight, shame you had to play through the entirety of DS2 to get to it.
I'm pretty sure that's not Nashandra.

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>>50456116
nigga who

>>50456157
It's good Issac's ailment was self-destructive, rather than omnicidal as the others.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/49496804/
Sup/tg/ thread? Sup/tg/ thread. Anyone also read this?

>>50452989

I always loved how that boss fight was just full of kids

>>50457290
Looks like an armoured necromorph falling to the back because a naked human has gone through his thorax

>>50457290
dem love heart eyes.

>>50456085
10/10 improvement over the original

>>50457194
This is some good stuff. Surprised I don't see it mentioned anywhere on /tg/.

>>50452300
Does anyone know what happened to 'Ardyboy and his DSxME crossover? cause that shit was good

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>>50452300
>Bucket helmet
>Timer says "FUCK YOU"
>Running around in a broken straight jacket
>MFW

>>50464602
him and juke had some good stuff goin

also that guy doing the 40k crossover

>>50452300

I do, but that's just because I'm the anon that wrote the post that inspired that image.

Those were good days, those threads.

>>50465118
They really were

Say, I've been thinking of re-writing my old stuff. I re-read it today and so much stuff happened, but there was practically no real pacing because it was all practically done on the fly.

Think I should do it?

http://pastebin.com/RqTZVAtE

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>>50465271

>>50456157
>"Hey Isaac, it's Hammond. So I was digging through records and I saw there's a neat little coffee shop in the Engineering Bay. Mind getting me a cup?"
>Use Tram
>Fight my way through necromorphs to the other side of the ship.
>Beat coffee machine with plasma cutter until it stops screaing evil nursery rhymes and dispenses some fucking coffee
>Kill my way back to Medical
>"Damnit Isaac, you know I can only drink decaf."
>Kill my back back into the Tram
>Tram explodes, repair it with the bones of the fallen and glue made from my own blood
>Beat coffee machine again
>Kill my way back to Medical
>"Where's the creamer Isaac?"
>URG GAARGH GRRALLGHR URR RAAAGHRHRHEH
>STOMP STOMP

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>>50465118
>>50465271

Holy fuck guys its been years, I'm the guy that colored that image

Also was writing that other Mass Effect crossover

http://pastebin.com/Zq6BgYXp

2 years and there still hasn't been a whisper about DS4. But I'm down to relaunch the threads for some draw/writefagottry

>>50452300
I remember.

And those days are gone...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-o9gf_soFBM

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>>50465271
>re-writting
DO IT!

But simply try to change it a little.

Shepard. We're approaching our dick.

>>50465749
DO THAT TOO!

I missed those threads so much.

>>50465271
Do it

>>50468215
>>50470263

Keep to the original story or try out a new plot?

Mine was just starting to warm up, and I liked my Batarian OC and Zaeed.

Anyone have better crossover ideas?

>>50470369
Keep to the old one.

But do expand a little.

Command and Conquer and Mass Effect and Dead Space. The ultimate crisis crossover.

>>50470369
Whichever you think is best

>Jack tries intimidating Isaac
>He just looks at her with a deadpan face
>In the middle of her talking he just brings up pictures of the necromorphs he's fought
>"Let me tell you about fucking necromorphs"
>Proceeds to give a lecture over necromorphs
>"My favorite ones were the children, because they were easier to kill than the adults, and they didn't blow up like the babies"
>Everybody's looking at him in horror, Kasumi is gagging in the background, and even Jack looks a little bit green
>"What? Don't you guys have corpses rising from the dead to slaughter the living for the sole purpose of converging all life into an unimaginable eldritch abomination that laughs in the face of sanity, defying all laws of man, nature, and the universe?"
>Kelly looks like she's about to cry
>"Really?"

>>50470963

>my favorite ones were the children, because they were easier to kill than the adults, and the didn't blow up like the babies.

Fucking GOLD.

>>50470963
Damn.

That's brutal and GOLD.

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ALRIGHT NIGGAS, I'M ON IT

>>50470369
I'll keep pretty much the same story, but I'll revamp it a lot

>>50470963
>>"What? Don't you guys have corpses rising from the dead to slaughter the living for the sole purpose of converging all life into an unimaginable eldritch abomination that laughs in the face of sanity, defying all laws of man, nature, and the universe?"

Uh, well aside from the convergance thing they kind of do.

>>50471246
Agreed.

But said walking corpses aren't THIS lethal as Necromorphs are.

And the latter come in multiple flavors.

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>>50468215
>Shepard. We're approaching our-

no

NOOOOO

I DIDN'T THINK ANYONE REMEMBERED


WHY, DAMMIT

>>50471265
>But said walking corpses aren't THIS lethal as Necromorphs are.

Banshees kind of are. The only reason I survived that last battle in the Ardat Yakshi monsastery is because I'd been doing DLC stuff early and was slightly overlevelled.

Also, compare the amount of firepower and ammo the ME crew have compared to the repurposed industrial tools of Isaac.

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>>50465749
>But I'm down to relaunch the threads for some draw/writefagottry

I'm in too

>>50471308
It engraved into my mind so hard that I will even remember it on my deathbed.

Now I probably won't sleep for sometime because when I remember how ridiculously funny it was...

>>50471324
On the other hand Necromorphs have some heavy duty monstrosities.

Not to mention the goddamn Brethren Moons.

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>>50471324
>Also, compare the amount of firepower and ammo the ME crew have compared to the repurposed industrial tools of Isaac.

Well yeah.

But remember what those tools are capable of doing

Especially after Isaac's gotten his hands on them

Now of course I don't disagree with you in the sense that Shepard and his crew would be able to fend off a little necromorph infestation just as good as Isaac once they know what they're doing. Biotics oughtta make things interesting as well.

But yeah, just to illustrate things a little further, just imagine Shepard and co losing their guns and having Isaac arm them with stuff from his own arsenal

>>50471369
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

>>50471369

Yeah, I don't think the Husks ever got as big as say any of the boss Necromorphs did. Although both have pretty similar big bruiser necromorphs.

>Not to mention the goddamn Brethren Moons.

Yeah, ME doesn't really have much in the way of planet buster equipment. Unlike ironically the Dead Space setting itself which has planet crackers and the like.

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>>50470963
>Isaac confronts the Reaper on Ranoch with Shepard and co.
>"WE ARE YOUR DESTRUCTION. YOU EXIST BECAUSE WE ALLOW IT, YOU WILL END BECAUSE WE DEMAND IT"
>Everybody is frantically looking for cover
>Isaac steps forward and loudly proclaims
>"YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A PUNK ASS BITCH"
>Shoots a stasis at it and cuts its eye-head-thing with the line gun
>Everybody else is swiftly becoming more terrified and/or intimidated
>Jack's face when she is rapidly becoming moister
>Jack's face when she discovers the only guy who's been through more shit than her
>Jack's face when she starts to think that maybe it wasn't so bad

>>50471399
Even in death Jukebox will never have peace from this APPROACHING DICK.

>>50471448
It would be metal. Vrex and Grunt would have some really good time.

>>50471691
Indeed.

At this point Isaac didn't give a damn about everything.

He was full FUCK YOU, followed by a stomp.

>>50456085
I've been reading what decent cross-overs I could find on Dead Space and Mass Effect
Why does Dead Effect work so well?
Mass Effect 3 and Dead Space 3 would improve greatly with the hostile dynamic between the 2 galactic scale life-enders that are the Reapers and the Brethren Moons

>>50471878
I think the whole universe ending threat and the mental messing around that goes into both kinda gives us some ties that bind.

Now in the meantime How would Isaac fare alongside Doomguy?

>>50472003
>Doomguy: grunt
>Isaac: affirmative grunt
>demons and necromorphs: terrified screaming

>>50471448
The Husks are basically children necros; weak, easy to kill, hunts in packs arisen
Even with the variants MS3 gave us, the Necromorphs still have the upperhand on the sheer scale, variety, speciality, numbers and raw strength compared to the husk variants

The only thing that equals from the Reaper' armies are the ardat-yakshi Banshees and the turian-krogan Brute, which is basically equal to your garden variety Necro Brute

Even the Reapers themselves are pipsqueaks compared to a brethren moon. What good is a several kilometer ancient ship with some skill in indoctrination againsts an ENTIRE MOON OF MIND-RAPING FLESH AND STONE

>>50472003
Pretty well, CEC's engineering and mining tools are nothing to laugh about. High-powered plasma specially designed to cut through metal-rich asteriods? The demons dont even have armor or the lack of pain madness of the Necros.
Doomguy might have some initial difficulty with the necromorphs, as his arsenal is mostly penetrative or impact based, but he's the motherfucking Doomguy. He'll manage

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>>50472034
drawfags pls

>>50471878
Care to share some of these crossovers?

>>50472282
https://www (dot) fanfiction.net/Dead-Space-Crossovers/3424/0/?&srt=4&r=103

>fanfiction
Yeah I know, just stay away from the weird shit like mlp or frozen or sonic. fucking madmen

>>50472282
are there any on OP's link perhaps?

>>50472544
Nah, just The Engineers Setting, and 6 threads of arguing over Clarke's stats.
>>50472542
Thanks, kind anon.

>>50472597
To be fair, those stats threads were pretty kek worthy

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BLAST HARDCHEESE

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>>50473084
KEK

>>50472034
Can we get Bitterman from Quake II in here too?

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bumping waiting for juke

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>>50473084
>>50473456
BEAT MEATPUNCH

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>>50471308
YOU THOUGHT I WOULD FORGET?!!?

FOOL, T'WAS I WHO FIRST DISCOVERED IT.


I still have the pic you used when we told you about it.

>>50470963
Isaac Clarke's "How to deal with PTSD and Extreme Depression"
>Take picture of Marker
>Tape picture to bathroom mirror
>Every morning and evening look into mirror
>Look at picture
>Turn back to picture
>State "At least it's not fucking Necromorphs"
*Warning: Method will not work in midst of Necromorph infestation

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Made some progress, bumping until tomorrow

>>50475379

Sadly I'm in the midst of finals, so I'm gonna somehow try to find the energy to write something

Good luck guys. Glad to see old things getting remembered.

>>50475379
>>50475553
>Good Old Things are coming back

Man I love this kind of stuff.

>>50473648
Mathew Kane from Quake IV is also a good option.

No matter if he's human or strogg, he's mute all the time.

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I refuse to let this thread die!
BUMP

>>50471691

God, the crew of the Normandy would think Issac was a fucking madman during any boss fight.

> Mass Effect approach to boss fights

"Get behind cover! Let your shields regenerate. Pop up and unload whatever works, and then get back in cover!"

> Dead Space approach to boss fights

"I'm going to walk towards it and shoot it in the glowy bit with my Plasma Cutter. If that doesn't work, use the Contact Beam. That ALWAYS works. Where we're going, cover won't help us anyway. Might have to jump out of the way of things, though."

When a boss fight drops in on the team. everyone else is going to scatter and Issac is just going to stand there, unloading Space Home Depot on it.

>>50481718

> Issac hears that Banshee scream
> immediately switches to the contact beam and starts charging

"And now we play the most dangerous game"

>>50481718
>Isaac hears the roar of a Brute
>Pulls out the contact beam
"And now we hunt the most dangerous prey"
"You mean man?"
"No"

>>50481847
>Brute

I remembered the whole ME species turned into Necromorphs.

The thought of Krogan Brutes and Asari Twitchers makes me scared shitless.

>>50481936
>salarian twitchers
stasis just brings them down fucking fast

>>50482001
>Hey Isaac, how we don't see any slarian Necromorphs? Are they just not turned?
>No, they exist, but they vibrate so fast that they're in another plane of existence
>You mean...
>Yes, the necromorphs have gone extra dimensional, and they're fucking staying there because even I have limits

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all I remember is
>we are approaching the dicking station

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> side quest during ME 3 involving tracking down a secret prothean weapons project designed to destroy the reapers
> as you get to the prothean facility, already under attack by the reapers, you find records and evidence that suggest that the protheans didn't actually build the weapon, but found plans to build it hidden for them by some ancient previous cycle
"This is it! This must be where the protheans found the plans to build the Crucible"
> You reach the central chamber and its a giant black Marker
> Screaming_Swearing_Issac_2hourloop.mp4

>>50482141
Nah. It was: Shepard, we're approaching our dick.

>>50482240
The fun never ends.

>they're wandering in omega
>vorcha start pouring out of alleys and tunnels.
> the commander and his team take cover and grab for thermal rounds.
> Isaac doesnt move, just stasis fields the lead vorcha
>calmly walks up to it and knocks it down as bullets start flying
>proceeds to curbstomp it repeatedly as it struggles to regenerate and get back up
>continues stomping until the twitching stops and it lies dead
>the fighting has stopped
>they are all just staring at Isaac
>status of Shepard and crew: stunned
>status of vorcha: terrified
>status of jack: terrifyingly aroused.

since he is a systems engineer (read: profesional fix-it-all) he knows its way into the advanced tech from dead space, so a few capture by any means operations by ruthless corps is a given

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>>50482652
>Isaac is wounded and knocked out
>After killing an entire ship full of Bloodpack
>There is one survivor, a legless Krogan
>His face when he's put into medical next Isaac when he's waking up

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ALRIGHT HERE WE GO

>Isaac stumbled and limped as he made his way to the machine. Blood dripped fro his wounded temple, giving a faint gleam in the green osculating light beaming on him. Carver stumbled as he carried Isaac over his shoulder, and the two exchanged looks as they both came closer to the machine and laid hands on the codex.

"So this is it huh? We use that Codex?"

"Yeah" Isaac replied

"We die here? Now?"

"And earth... gets a tomorrow."

Without another word, Isaac laid his hands on the codex and twisted it counterclockwise. It emitted that familiar droning call as it moved, sounding in a great thump as it reached it zenith. The resulting shockwave blasted both Carver and Isaac away several feet. Carver held on to a broken outer ridge of the machine before the resulting turbulence, brought on the by the machine finishing off the great monster within they were imprisoned, sucked him into the air and out of view. Isaac soon followed suit. As he tumbled through the icy, debris ridden air, he pulled out his picture of Ellie and looked at it longingly for one last time before closing his eyes and accepting his fate.

Remember that time Issac Clarke helped Danny Ocean and the crew steal the Golden Throne? This thread brought back a lot of memories.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/17951864/

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>>50483488
As Issac began his descent however, he sensed something wasn't right. He reopened his eyes only to be met with blinding green light. It was the machine no doubt, but what was it doing? What was happening? His fall seemed to be slowing, yet that stirring, queasy feeling one gets in their gut during a freefall seemed to be steepening. The green gave way to white is the light intensified, and eve with his hand covering his face, he could not block it out. It seemed to be seeping past his fingers like thick grease enveloping them. He retracted his hands only to see a similar phenomenon enclosing his whole being. immediate fright gave way to mental and physical paralysis, lasting but for a few frenzied moments before oblivion set in.

The oblivion was not blackness however. It was not sleep. Isaac's consciousness was very much awake, but could find no trace of his body. Had he died? Isaac thought to himself. Isaac pondered for a while, taking in the momentousness of what he thought was death. So this is it, he thought. It's all over. Everything's over. It's done. There was an odd mixture of peace and unsettling swirling in his consciousness. The troubles of the world had finally left him but now what? What happens now? Was he just consciousness floating through the cosmos forever? Was he ever going to see anyone ever again or feel another's embrace or hear another's voice. All at once the though horrified him, and the very postulation of never experiencing any stimulus ever again was an oddly maddening proposition. Isaac's fear swelled exponentially. At this point he did not even know how long he had been like this. He hadn't eve realized that his perception of time had completely gone. There was no landmark for him to look to. No changing world/worlds to testify to the steady march of time. The absence of his senses made it impossible to tell whether he had been here a few seconds or several centuries.

>>50483488
>>50483949
OH YES.

>>50483805
Holy...and not just Isaac.

This has me imagining the reapers making use of markers and making necromorphs with husk style tron lines

>>50484358
Yeah.

Sadly something will go horribly wrong.

>>50483949
No sooner did he realize this when he started coming to. Slowly but surely, dark blotches began to permeate the unending whiteout. Small points of reference became discernible features, and slowly but surely the environment around Isaac came to life. He was glad he had finally regained his cognition, but even then he was dismayed at the fact that he still could not move. The whiteout was gone but all was still hazy. Only dull outlines persisted for the longest time. Isaac began to grow more and more anxious. The longer he lay here, the more likely he was to find he was entertaining company. Years of paranoia about neromorphs and Earthgov and unitologists had instilled such wariness into his mind like solder. He first regained the feeling in his extremities, then his limbs, and eventually his whole body. Shuffling himself up felt absolutely herculean, and he fell to his knees as he attempted to stand upright. His vision remained blurry, but he could start to make out the scene around him. The smell and glow of numerous fires burning metal, rubber, paint and plastic, cool and crisp air, and ample sunlight. There was no snow blanketing the place, nor the sting of an Icy wind on his bare face. Wherever this was, it most likely wasn't Tau Volantis.

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>>50484574
As his vision began to clear fully, such a postulation proved efficacious. There were green trees an beautiful waves ahead of him. The foam on the seashore frothed up as continuous gentle waves made their way ashore. Palm fronds bristled gently in a cool breeze. In stark contrast to the paradisaical scene was a scattering of ship debris. Some unitologist, most Sovereign Colony warships. Their remains shared the landscape with the wildlife and scenery in an ugly, burning mess. Isaac began to wonder if it maybe still was Tau Volantis. After all, the machine's purpose was to freeze the planet and prevent the Moon from consuming any further before delivering some sort of esoteric coup de grace. Maybe he's been asleep for longer than he though. Maybe this is what the planet looked like before. Maybe it as back to some supposed exotic original state.

>>50484574
>>50484599
Write it a little bit slowly.

There are some grammar screw-ups.

>>50484904
Kk. I just tend to write fast and fix mistakes later. I guess I just want to make sure it gets out there faster than the encroaching 404

>>50485155
No problemo.

I will look after this thread for two more hours.

>There was once a Tech-Priest
>An unusual one, but one that was known around the Imperium as some sort of legend
>He witnessed horrors that only Chaos would come up with, yet were not its creation
>Where even Space Marines died in droves, he survived and endured it
>Where many lost their minds and sanity, his mind and spirit remained strong
>With only his sheer willpower and creativity with what he had he literally cut his way to freedom despite being pitted against horrors that were swarming everywhere
>That's Brother Magos Clarke
>And his story is both amazing, and chilling

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>>50485996

>>50486107
I feel like waking up Clarkedread would be like a small child doing fireworks.

You light it and then run as fast as you can until it's quiet again.

>>50486107
>Although known to the wider Imperium, even other factions of the 41st Millennium heard about him
>Orks know him as Warboss Clorke, since he won them over with the power of his stomps and the way he stomped
>Necrons actually know fear of him since he knows how to negate their phasing-out, thus who knows how many Necrons did the Tech-Priest captured and opened up?
>Chaos desires him, yet the last time a Lord of Change tried to enter his mind he was instantaneously pulverized by the power of the Tech-Priest's will
>The Eldar...let's just say that one Craftworld still wants their Avatar back

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>>50484599
Isaac cursed under his breath. He was alone. He had no idea where he was or how he got there or how long he had been there. There was some solace cooling down his red-hot, frustrated temperament: there wasn't a single necromorph corpse in sight, and the Brethren moons were certainly (or at least hopefully) out of the picture. This gave way to some more worrisome questions, such as why exactly there was no trace of necromorph infestation, but Isaac buried them under an emerging sense of urgency. There were several things he needed at the moment more than circumstantial information: Food, Water, sleep, and rescue. Food wasn't too hard to find. All around him for at least a few miles lay the ruins of the Sovereign colonies fleet and Danik's Unitologist outfit Centuries old SC rations were out of the question, but Danik and his zealots certainly didn't come to kill Isaac and his friends starving. Sure enough, after a short hike to a smoldering Unitologist shipwreck, Isaac found what victuals he needed. He noticed that though the vessel was destroyed, it seemed relatively intact for having hit the planet on re-entry. He examined the wreck closer, noticing that there was little damage on the re-entry plating. Further examining the destruction around him, he noticed no trails of upturned flora and topsoil in the wake of any of the vessels. None of the wrecks had even left a wake. It struck Isaac odd, even a little paranoid. Once again, Isaac ignored his underlying fears and buried them under what he deemed to be more pressing matters.

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For the record, this is supposed to be a fusion of a DS RIG and Fallout Power Armour.

>>50486169
I'm liking the way it's going.

>>50486179
Looks Nito.

>>50472003
Only one glory kill, and it's stomp.
>Imp? Stomp.
>Zombie? Stomp.
>Cybetdemon? Stomp.

>>50486424
Super Stomp Bros.

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>>50486179
Dayum nigga, you just make that?
>>50486169

Sleep could wait until he knew where he was, or where he could make contact with someone friendly. He rummaged through a ruined unitology ship's trashed helm in search of the comms equipment. Ship's power was completely shot, but it wasn't anything Isaac couldn't fix. He went astern to find the ship's power core was quite intact. Far too intact for a normal re-entry crash. Isaac had to suppress the maddening implications borne by this discovery, once again burying the ominous past and future to better preserve his present. Getting the ship's power back on was a pain, but nothing he hadn't done before, be it in his normal line of work, or in his horrific escapades of the past several years. A little re-wiring here, some replacing of easily broken, hard to find components fished out of other ships there, and viola. One functional zealot ship coming right up. Of course, it was by no means flight worthy, but at least it had power, and that meant Isaac could start broadcasting. Isaac wasted no time. The unitologists had only so many contacts. They had kept their militant arm pretty well concealed before they launched their first attack about a month before the incident on Earth's moon, and having everyone on your contact list would probably not be very prudent. Isaac uploaded his names from his RIG onto the Ship's mainframe. Without hesitation, he sent out a distress beacon. Using the ship's nav computers, he pinpointed his location and sent it s part of the broadcast. Now all he had to do was wait.

>>50486581
>Dayum nigga, you just make that?
Snrk, yeah, sure. I possess that level of artistic talent.

No, of course not, I found it on dA, you eejit.

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>Jukebox returns

I just finished the pastebin
you are doing gods work jukebox

>>50486504
>The Doomslayer paused his rampage to watch the newcomer finish off a wounded Baron. He was a puzzle, one the Slayer could not solve. He declined every offer of more powerful weaponry. Rockets, autocannons, even the BFG was turned down in favor of his kludged together weapons.
>Still, it was something else to watch the Engineer rush the wounded Baron as it crawled away from him with both legs severed mid thigh by the small plasma pistol wielded by the Engineer. Without a doubt it was effective.
>One question burned through the Doonslayer's otherwise driven, one track mind.
>"Why does he always finish the job by stomping their heads to a pulp?"

>>50486858
Gordon Freeman would fit in there too.

Mathew Kane or the vanilla Quake II TCM Marine would also fit in.

The Mute Quartet I'd call them.

Anybody ever hear anything from a writefag by name isaac?

>>50487105
Nope, he uploaded his work on Fanfiction.net, but his account has been inactive for like year or more. He's dead, Jim. Shame too, it was getting pretty good.

>>50486613
aw
>>50486858
Noice
>>50486581

Now, what could he do while he waited? this place looked pretty remote, but not hostile. It was much more alive than any other place he had been to. Far more alive than the Earth he called home and far more convincing than the simulated skies and filtered pools he had seen in what few resorts and hotels he was able to bring Nicole and later Ellie to. It was quite a shame that all this destruction and shipwreck and fire and smoke was ruining an otherwise perfect shoreline. Isaac decided he might as well set up shop, sync his RIG with the ship to receive any answers to his distress call, and try to relax. He was exhausted, but a lingering paranoia kept him awake. He strode away from the smoking heaps of ruined ships, hiking a bit up the coast until they were out of sight. He took in the magnificent vistas before him: sheer black, igneous cliffs overhanging white sand and perfectly blue water, lush an lively jungles adorning their tops. Fauna seemed to be in abundance: he could see all sorts of seabirds and wading birds flying through the air and fishing through the tide pools, wherein swam a plethora of small fish and crustaceans. Isaac shooed some of the birds away to get a better look at them They looked nothing like anything he had seen in a containment unit on earth, or or those grainy old videologs of extinct earth life. The very fact that this planet was so wonderfully alive made Isaac wonder. Was this the old Tau Volantis blooming back to life? Just how long would it really take? Certainly too long for one to safely fall into and wake up from a coma. Or was it? Was he in "paradise" or some other afterlife that some religionists, unitologist or otherwise, blabbered on about?

>>50486858

>finally Shepard just couldn't stand it anymore, he had to know.
>why do you always crush their skulls like that? Why not just shoot them? Or cut their heads off?
>Isaac brought his boot down one more time on the now pulped head of the husk before turning to regard shepard
>he stared for a moment and then spoke.
> "the necromorphs ruined me. They raped my mind, they carved themselves into my flesh, and they haunt my dreams."
>"when I was stumbling through that hell hole trying to survive, I lived in terror.
>"Then I got one of them on the ground. I hadn't even meant to really, I didn't quite know what I was doing then"
> "As I looked at the monster that had nearly ended me and saw that it was helpless at my feet, I felt the need."
>"I needed to kill it with my own two hands, or feet in this case. I needed to crush it, to obliterate it."
>"so I brought my boot down. And the feeling when I felt it's skull pulp under my foot was the best I had ever had."
>"it was power, it was control. I was in control again, not it. And that was incredibly cathartic."
>"I needed that. I needed that feeling of control. It's all that kept me reasonably sane."
>"Whenever I crush ones head I'm saying fuck you, you can't kill me, I am in control here not you"
>"there's nothing better than that feeling"
>shepard couldn't see underneath the faceplate, but he was sure if he could the mans face would have pulled into an unnatural unnerving smile
>he decided it best not to ask more questions.

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>>50487182
Eventually Isaac let his frantic mind slow down. He waded around in the surf, staying dry with his suit and picking up the various little creatures that swam around the shallows. He observed the birds wading next to him and flying above him. Some appeared more reptilian than avian, but this did not detract from their beauty. They were all arrayed in all sorts of vibrant, lively colors, flashing them as they flapped their wings, changed expression, or shooed a curious Isaac away with a defensive pose and a hiss. Isaac didn't feel threatened so much as he felt amazed an somewhat amused. He had never actually interacted with any kind of real, living animal before. he had never seen bodies of water this clean looking before, nor did he ever see such blue skies (smoke from the wreckage notwithstanding) in his nearly fifty years of living. It was all doing a very good job at hushing his fears and apprehensions regarding his circumstances, and soon enough all his paranoid theories and postulations were, at least for the moment, put to rest. Stepping back onto the shore for a bit, he found some shade under a shore tree and sat down, enjoying the weather. Everything seemed serene for once. Even before his most recent and harrowing adventure with the markers, his life was calm but not serene: hopelessness and poverty and filth adorned Earth's moon. Here, there was peace, tranquility, and perhaps even a chance of obtaining rest. realizing this he almost involuntarily lay all the way down, his back resting in a bowl caused by the tree's ample root system. It was no soft bed, but it was so much better than what he had been through these past three days. With that in mind, Isaac found it surprisingly easy to find sleep

>>50487547
Shit that's good
>>50487577
Jukes, my man, you gotta include this somewhere

>>50482240
>//run-translation.program1
>processing.....processing....
>translation.program1 run complete
>NOTE DATA CORRUPTION PRESENT
>ENTRY INCOMPLETE. ACCURATE TO WITHIN 95% PROBABILITY
>begin playback

Whoever finds this facility, turn back. We thought [DATA CORRUPTED]. The obelisk is not the answer, it's why <The Reapers> were built, as a fail safe. To stop the obelisks. To prevent something worse. We the departed, beg you, reseal this chamber and turn back. It's not [DATA FRAGMENTED] end of all things.

>//file end.

>>50487906
Im not well versed in my Dead Space lore, what are the dimensions and capabilities of the Brethren Moons? I know they are
>fuckhuge, though I dont know the upper limits
>have some sort of telekinetic/gravitational manipulation to suck up all them convergence meat
>telepathic skills that can drive entire planets insane
>apparently have access to unlimited energy
>makes Black Markers that can do the last 2 (and apparently manipulate evolution?)

Do the Moons have FTL travel? How would they fare against a Reaper invasion or say and Imperial Fleet?

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>>50486777
don't mention it
>>50487821
I'll have to tell the story in my own way mah man. Can't say it's not baller tho
>>50487577
?Personal log: Day two.

>Still no Response to the beacon. I don't understand. Thing's running on every frequency. I've gotta REALLY be out in the middle of bum nowhere for no one to hear me Maybe I really am too far out. Maybe someone's already on their way. Who knows. Someone's gotta pick me up sooner or later. This place isn't too bad to tell the honest truth, Place is beautiful. It almost make me not want to get rescued. People see all this and they'll strip it to the ground. Maybe just me and Ellie can be here. Fat chance. Gotta check that wishful thinking. Wonder what everyone is doing. Are they looking for me? Is anyone looking for me? Might as well cool it here and find out

>Day three

>Did some tinkering around with some of the vessels strewn around the beach. None are spaceworthy and the most intact one is going to take a long ass time to fix. All by myself, it'll probably take a few years, three at least. I REALLY hope someone gets to me before I have to do that. Least it'll give me something to do. Place is practically my own personal junkyard. Parts everywhere, Shame it's such an ugly mess.

>Went out into the jungle. today. Crazy stuff around here. Bugs the size of my forearm crawling on me and crap. Gross. Some big ol' monkey looking things came at me in a rush. Gotta be sure to not enter their territory.They stopped a few yards away, but I would've been pulp if I got any closer. The flora's pretty crazy too. So much of it glows. Blue seems predominant. Not sure why. Probably some chemical in soil or something. Either way some of it looks awesome. Might as well decorate while I'm here, right? Never been much of a gardener, but hey, it's a little nicer being surrounded by glowing blue plants rather than piles of space junk. I mean not that space junk is anything new to me, but it's nice to have a little change of scenery.

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>>50488053
>Day six

>Re-did the beacon to make sure it was broadcasting alright. Everything looks fine. Why the hell hasn't anyone shown up yet? Crap, I must be REALLY far out there. Guess that figures. No one's every seen anything like this i real life and we'd be rushing here in a hurry if it was ever revealed. By the time I got here the skies would be grey.

>I'm starting to think If I'm gonna get rescued, it's gonna take a while. Weeks. Maybe months. God forbid years.

>Day ten.

>Unitologist rations are about a quarter of the way through. Had to start experimenting with local fauna and flora. Dangerous game. Threw up twice today on bad berries. Blues and reds are no good. Greens are tart as crap, but they'll do. The only real expeditionary equipment I can find has been on the SC ships. It's all primitive and half of it went to rotting or rusted crap long before I found it, let alone after the crash. I've found some that claim to be able to break apart potential foodstuffs and discern edibility. It's old and broke but I think I can fix it Some of those fish look good

>day seventeen

>Two days of the runs does a man no good. Never laying a finger on those green berries again. Water evaporation rig is working great. Got lots of water to drink and lots of salt to use for... whatever it is I can use salt for. Starting to officially feel like a castaway, albeit a very comfortable castaway. That is, unless some crappy fruit give me double headed dragon. never ever again. Some of the fish tastes absolutely delicious. I was worried when I saw I took a huge hit on supplies after the first few bouts of barfing, but I think I'll be alright. Even if I never touch it again, It'll last at least another six years. Chances are i probably won't. Some of this native stuff is freaking delicious.

>>50488032
I'd assume they do have FTL, at the end of the DS3 expansion you see several of them in orbit around Earth. Plus they broadcast the madness inducing field ahead of them. So yeah, an active Brother Moon is bad news. More than one is a kiss your ass goodbye scenario.

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>>50488077
>day twenty-eight

>This wild ride just might be at an end, or at least I hope it will. Heard some static over the comms receiver. Lasted a good five minutes. Probably shat half a brick house in that time. No clear voices, just static. All I know is that it was received by some outside source. It wasn't the system going awry. It wasn't another one of those damn monkeys playing around on the ship. Someone out there actually heard me. Had to get ready. they could be here by tomorrow if they intend to pick me up. Dusted off and repaired the suit as best I could and put it back on. My days of board-washing secondhand clothes from the SC and the unitologists over an old comms array heat-sink are over. Shame. Think Ellie might like some of it. She's always picked at the fact that I like to wear baggy stuff. Some of this stuff's tight. I really look forward to seeing her again.

>be seeing you soon, Ellie

>END LOG

>>50488102
Did some more reading, they don't give a size in miles but going by DS3 they look like they are literally moon sized, so bloody massive. I'd imagine an Imperial fleet would treat a Brother Moon the same way they'd treat a Tyranid fleet IE scorched earth tactics. Exterminatus the planets in the system and hit the Moon with as much firepower as possible, no idea of void shields or Gellar fields would do anything to stop the crazy field.

One question that springs to mind is can Reapers convert necromorphs? Can the marker signal override the reaper signal and take control of reaper troops? Would it devolve into a circle jerk of reaper troops necromorphing only to fall back under reaper control and get further augmented?

>>50488479
Well, the Marker MIGHT be able to turn reaper troops since they're already dead, but no way the Reapers could indoctrinate necromorphs. Near as I can tell, the Marker is what allows the Necro's to move around and mutate. See, I think the Markers actually provide the energy those corpes need to move around, since as soon as the Markers are destroyed all the Necro's just...stop. I think the Markers are basically wireless energy transmitters, hence why the UEG wanted them to fix the energy crises. Basically, Markers are the cell tower AND power generator for the Necro's.

>>50452300
The north remembers.

>>50488708
>SHEPARD
>EVENTS SPIRAL OUT OF OUR CONTROL
>THE MARKERS ARE ACTIVE AND THE MOONS BEGIN TO AWAKE
>WE ARE TOO LATE
>HARBINGER IS TOO LATE
>A NEW SOLUTION MUST BE FOUND
>WE AWAIT YOUR REPLY

>>50488708
>but no way the Reapers could indoctrinate necromorphs
Maybe not indoctrinate, but what about cyberizing them into controllable husks?

>>50489235
Well, they are still corpes, and therefore under the Marker's control, unless the Marker is dead, in which case: Why not?

>>50489326

Hmmm.....Would the circuits or the signal probe more powerfull....hmmmm.

>>50489346
Depends on proximity to a marker or Reaper ship maybe?

>>50488223
Isaac wandered around the wilds just outside of his camp, observing the wildlife he was back in his suit, newly built plasma cutter at his hip. His helmet was down and his eyes closed as he took in the scenery for presumably the last time. "I might actually miss this place" he said to himself as he ventured further into the wilds. He knew this place in particular. It was a place he resorted to when he got too stressed or when thoughts of home or a new life made him anxious. A little handmade sign crafted by Isaac pointed to it reading "Take a load off." A series of cascading waterfalls sung along the rocks above and into a fairly large pool below, surrounded by flowing blue and teal flora. The rock that the cascade ended in hung over the pool considerably, and there was enough dry land behind it for Isaac to set up shop: A fridge powered by some solar arrays he hung up in the trees, a TV loaded with some pirated re-runs of his favorite shows, a tunnel that led underground into a "shooting range" set up with a single chair and table, loaded with some spare ammo. Downrange were some very large leaves Isaac used as targets, strung up by vines adorning the rocks. Light poured in from a large open fissure in the cave ceiling. A rope ladder was hung on it from without, leading to an even more spacious enclave than the first. The brook that supplied the cascade flowed through a large stony creek that wound throughout a garden lush with life. The jungle canopy was open, forming a large aerial perimeter around the garden. Flowers bloomed and birds and other exotic animals wandered and flew about.

>>50486858
are there any Deadspace mods for classic DooM?

>>50489531
Several large stones dotted the garden, the very largest dividing the creek around it and sitting in the middle of the garden. It was formed of several layers of rock, with obvious bands of black volcanic rock making intermittent appearances. It was worn, partly by nature and partly by Isaac, to resemble steps. Isaac would often resort to these steps and sit down, overlooking the garden form all directions at the top, using what time he had to relax and meditate. Right now, Isaac had at least one more time to sit atop here in this tranquil setting and gather his thoughts. Rescue is likely on the way. Now what to do? Nothing left of the Marker threat - melting necromorphic remains rotted inside the hulls of the SC ships, decaying into topsoil without a marker signal. Earthgov and Unitology were most likely no more. The mess he was in with his apartment and shabby life had been left completely behind. There were some possession he'd miss, but not too greatly, As far as he was concerned, that life had passed away. Now to rebuild. Just where would he start? He had his engineering degree still. It certainly would not be impossible to find good work as long as it wasn't on the Moon. Ellie was no longer a stranger. For once, Isaac's outlook on life looked quite positive.

Then, Isaac heard commotion coming from his camp. Men shouting, ship engines whirring, and wildlife stirring.

>>50489885

>for once life was looking good

Oh you poor poor man. You have no idea what we are going to do to you for the sake of our entertainment.

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K, I think That's all for tonight

Might be making a DOOM one after this. I like the Ideas I've heard thus far

>>50489919
hoho yeah

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>>50489939
METAL

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>>50489939
love these

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>>50489934
>>50489885
>looks like I was just Kidding

As Isaac approached he could hear them more clearly. Their tone of voice did not sound like a rescue team. He heard no mentions of his name, knowing that he broadcasted it in his distress signal. All he heard were calls of "SEARCH THE CAMPS! SEARCH THE RUBBLE! FIND ANYTHING? IS THERE ANYONE HERE? ANY SURVIVORS?" melded with what sounded like the bolts of several firearms being locked into battery. That didn't sound good. Sure they were looking for survivors. Didn't mean they intended to let them survive any longer. Isaac swore between gritted teeth, activated his helmet and loaded his plasma cutter. He crouched behind a bush and watched them there. They were a ways off, making it hard to make out details, but sure enough, there they were, searching around the wreckage with rifles in hand. Some had theirs slung over their shoulder or entrusted to a comrade as he went to rummage around the half-destroyed hulks. He could see some of them scurrying off to a medium sized ship to drop off their loot. Well how nice. Armed and sticky fingered. Isaac was partly afraid of how an armed conflict would fall quickly to his demise and partly angry at the small horde of armed thieves taking all of those things that had kept him alive so long. So many parts he had lined up to fix the uni ship, so much food, and so many weapons were being toted away by armed guard into that ship. The way Isaac saw it there were three courses of action to take. One: rush in guns blazing and get shot to death; two, hide until they're done pillaging and let them take away every lifeline he's so carefully constructed to keep himself afloat; or three, sneak on board the ship and get (secretly) rescued before exacting a more planned, deliberate revenge.

He had made easier choices than this, but not many.

don't die thread

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Not quite, but close.

I had no idea Dead Space was so popular even years after all the main games came out. I enjoyed the first two but never played 3. Is it worth it?

>>50491875
3 is a bit dumber at times, human enemies are... no terrible but kinda superfluous the necromorphs themselves and the lore was still good, more action then horror

Anyone got more ideas for magos Isaac. We seem to have good me content, and a little doom guy, but i would love to see some 40k. Unfortunately I can't seem to think of anything myself at the moment.

>>50492427
He's no Magos, not when he starts off at least, Defiantly middle ranking, the markers could be some manner of Necron Born Tech Heresy [mostly from me being SICK of chaos wank outside the TS]

>>50492461

Enginseer Isaac then?

>>50492461
Why not Dark Age tech run amok?

>>50493124
>>50492461

Doesn't really feel likeep dark age to be honest. I suppose you could argue for crons, but let's be honest, zombies are Nurgles thing.

>>50489022
>(Jack)Holy shit, Shepard, did the fucking reapers just ask for your help?
>(Shep)I...I think so, Jac-
>(Isaac)TOLD YA THEY WERE NOTHING BUT PUNK ASS BITCHES!
>(J)GODDAMN IT ISAAC, JUST BECAUSE YOU FOUGHT FUCKING NECROMORPHS DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN FIGHT FUCKING REAPERS!
>(I)THE HELL I CAN'T! STASIS AND SHOOT THE GLOWY BITS, BITCH!

>>50489939
>>50490028
You know what pissed me off with the whole Dead Space 2 DLC suit for Dragon Age 2?

NO NECROMORPH ENEMIES.

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>>50490592
Hey could you please give me a (you)?
It will show me that someone replied to my post

>>50495855
This is why I always liked the idea of combining their concepts into one technorganic space undead nightmare, the moons are kinda what the reapers bill themselves as

>>50496057
why nigga

>>50496814
Because i get a notification like right now

>>50471399
this is the same man who assembled an industrial cutting tool/weapon from spare fucking parts after waking up in an institution.

he doesn't need your guns.

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Hi, this is Mark Watney and I am now well and officially fucked.


There’s no amount of explanation that can tell you how much sci-fi bullshit I just went through, but I made it out in one piece so far, and that’s worth documenting.


If by some miracle you found the recordings from my botched Mars adventure you’ll realize this isn’t the first time I’ve been monumentally fucked over.


And if by an additional miracle you find this audio log I have one piece of advice for you. CUT OFF THE LIMBS.

>>50497308
>Team is held prisoner in a scrapyard without any weapons
>He nigger-rigs a plasma cutter, two force guns, and a contact beam
>Team was understandably impressed
>Until they heard him muttering pig latin and something about "praising the cube" and "Prophets Colt and Browning"

Pepperidge Farm remembers.

>>50497399
>The impeccably well informed historian will know that Mark Watney was an Earth astronaut who was the first person to be left stranded on Mars. You would also know that I somehow incredibly managed to make my way back to Earth, and shortly after that all records of my life should have disappeared from history.

>So no, I haven’t become a demigod, and I’m not a time traveler. But for all intents and purposes I might as well be.

>You might know a little about cryogenically freezing process, I could bore you with the details but in case I get more company I’ll make this brief. I was diagnosed with an untreatable form of cancer and rather than dieing like a fucking normal human being I put my money on science coming to my rescue.


>Instead science said fuck you and spun the wheel of fortune so hard that the arrow landed on the tile marked “Fucked to such an extent that you can’t even imagine.”

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HERE WE GO AGAIN

He crept closer and closer to the camp, avoiding and hiding from what he perceived to be pursuers. As he got closer to them, he started to notice some details that didn't seem quite right: none of their faces were visible, all hidden behind some sort of opaque visor, some with hoods covering them. They all seemed to display tall, slender figures with oddly bent knees. Isaac's head started to reel a bit. Who were these people? There was no marker insignia to be seen, so they couldn't have been unitologist. They couldn't have been EarthGov. Hoods and masks didn't seem to be the usual fare for E-Gov uniforms. As he approached their main ship (There was a shuttle parked adjacent to it), he got to take a closer look at one of them in particular. This one was likely female, judging by her more supple, perhaps even lithe figure, She held her rifle over her shoulder, hip slanted with the other hand planted firmly thereon. She shifted somewhat to make herself more comfortable, as it seems this was her post and guard duty was seldom an entertaining experience, evidenced by her occasional sigh. Isaac eyed her firearm. It was like no gun he had ever seen before. It was large and angular with a fixed stock and red, grey, and black paint. The receiver looked bisected in front where a barrel and what looked almost like a long stroke gas piston came out of the top and bottom partitions respectively. Isaac's eyes stopped cold when they traced the weapon back to the hand that held it. Three fingers?! He looked down past her oddly angled knees and saw that her feet had two toes shaped into a form fitting boot. She turned somewhat, but didn't notice him, giving him a chance to see one of their visors up close. He couldn't make out many features under the opaque visor save for two ominously glowing eyes.

>>50497666
>Now we get to the interesting part, because at 20:42 hours Mark Watney woke from his deathlike sleep to unleash his wrath upon the world.


>At first it felt as though my skin was fused to my suit, and that my eyes were frozen shut. Even trying to move my eyes behind my eyelids was impossible. So really my ears were the only thing that could experience this new world.


>Mind you they were still seeping out the cryogenic fluid so I had the worst swimmers ear that I couldn’t even do anything about.
>I could hear a regular and steady blare off in the distance. But apart from that there were no more sounds. The stillness in my tank was mirrored by the stillness outside of it. How long I spent in this state is anyone’s guess.


>Eventually I defrosted enough for my eyes to prop themselves open to blearily make out the surroundings. Slowly the cogwork of my brain began to move itself into place so that I could start to get just what all of this meant.


>I’d made it to the other side.

((Tell me if anything about this catches your interest))

>>50497870

Quarians. Figures. Dis gon be gud.

>>50497924
>Isaac sees the state of the fleet
Many levels of salvage are you on?
>Like 5 or 6 my dude
You are like babies, watch this: N I G G E R R I G

>>50498607

>Single handedly fixes Quarians fleet.

In all honesty though it seems like he's going to kill them for being abominations and thieves. From his point of view at least. I mean thus far in his experience if it ain't human, it's a murder beast, and they are taking all his shit. Man's gonna curb stomp some space gypsies.

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>>50497913
keep goin bruh
>>50498652
nah son he's more noble than that
>>50497870
Isaac retreated back into his cover of beach flora. His eyes began to widen and a cold sweat started to form atop his brow. What the hell was happening? Who were these people? Were they even human? The notion of sapient life existing elsewhere other than earth was a bit shocking, though perhaps not a new concept to Isaac, given his experience with the Markers and the former inhabitants of Tau Volantis. Still though, the prospect of being in contact with aliens was frightening enough to paralyze Isaac, even if but for just a moment. Attempting to regain his composure, he turned his attention back to the guard. Apparently she wasn't the grunt he thought she was, as another one of them came up to her and addressed her as "Lieutenant." Interesting. Looks like she wasn't on guard so much as she was supervising. As Isaac eavesdropped on them only more feverish questions began to whirl around in his head.

"Lieutenant Verei, I think this guy's still here. Found some audio-playback logs with a scruffy-looking human on the screen. Looks like he's been stranded here for a while."

"He seem like he wants to fight?"

"No ma'am"

"Well tell everyone to put a holster on it like I said or he's gonna think we're out for blood. Any other traces of him?"

"Freshest thing is a plate of some native fish he didn't finish over by his water filter."

"Well, just have everyone chill for a minute. Yeah this place is loaded with stuff that'll help the fleet, but it can wait until we actually ind this guy. Look, I'll take you and Sgt Zarau and we'll go looking for him, Tell everyone else to head back onboard."

"Isn't that against Admiral Xen's or-"

"Oh just do it. the tech can wait until later."

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>>50499376
Isaac was intrigued but nonetheless cautious. So they knew he was here and they were out to find him. Interesting no one said "rescued." Still though, they didn't want to look like a threat to him. Whether that was a gesture of friendliness or of deception he knew not. Isaac approached the alien woman, tiptoeing and hiding behind crates of his own tech these creatures had scrounged up. He finally got so close he could practically reach out and touch her. His curiosity, fueled on by a mix of fear and bewilderment, soon found itself overshadowed by another observation: she was standing next to an open hatch. There was his ticket in. slipping quietly behind her, he almost had a heart attack as she turned around, thinking she would see him. Luckily she only turned halfway, walking toward her new search party as the rest of the crew made their way back to the ship. That still wasn't good. They were heading right for the open drop-down hatch Isaac was standing by and they would see him any second. Isaac quickly sneaked inside. The hatch led into what looked like an atrium, leading into three main partitions :Straight ahead lead into the cargo bay, while the one on the left led to crews quarters, logistics, and captain's quarters. both side passageways led back up into the cockpit. Isaac had no interest in anywhere he couldn't easily hide. He chose the cargo bay, almost forgetting what the returning aliens were doing with his tech. It was better than the crew quarters or helm, however. Rushing inside, he found an empty crate to hide in. It was grated on one side, allowing him to observe the aliens coming into the bay quickly behind him. He dimmed the lights on his helmet and RIG to avoid detection as they stacked their newfound treasures around the bay and made small talk among themselves.

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>>50499792
"Dude, look at half of this crap. You ever seen a suit like this?" said one as he puled out an old arctic survival suit from a crate.

"I know right? Where do you think it all came from? I've never seen the humans dress in anything like this before."

"Yeah, and I've never seen them pilot ships like these."

"And did you notice some were a little older?" piped up another with an armful of what looked like a random assortment of junk from one of the SC vessels. "I mean, I got this stuff out of the really big one over near the back. Dude, like, paint was chipped off and the air tasted like dirt. It feels like no one's been in these ships for a very long time."

"There's a couple with those twisty marks on the sides that seem way newer though."

"Think we might not be the only ones who've stumbled across this place."

Suddenly the first one got a call, and his arm was soon enveloped in some sort of orange holographic light. "Yeah? You found what? Oh shhhhh... dude are you serious? Wait hold on.. Okay.. yes ma'am we'll be right there." the holographic display disappeared, the alien activated his weapon and made a rush for the door calling his comrades. "Guys, we gotta head back out and make sure they get back safely we're getting out of here NOW."

"What for?"

"They found human remains in those older ships."

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>>50499814

"Oh boy..." Isaac whispered to himself. When he checked the ships for necromorphic infestation, all he found were moldering piles of sludge and traces of skeletal remains. There was nothing on board those ships capable of hurting anyone anymore, but he could understand an ignorant observer's horror at finding such a scene. As the others scurried out, Isaac saw a brief opportunity to check out his surroundings and snoop around. He was no longer bent on petty revenge so much as he was driven by curiosity sprinkled with caution. He slipped out of his crate and snuck into the other parts of the ship. He started with the engine room, examining the alien vessel's means of propulsion. He was unable to identify most of it, though by context he could tell which stuffing tubes, if dismantled, would do the most damage. He could also tell, to his confusion, that the ship had no shockdrive. How did it reach him? As if Isaac didn't already have enough questions raging in his head, even more were starting to run loose in his crowded psyche. Leaving the engine room for a bit, he wandered into the crews quarters and eventually to the helm. The controls weren't too horribly different. He recognized a joystick and several panels indicating the status of several different systems. Most of what he was looking at however, was completely foreign. He looked out the helm into the ocean, trying to gather some of his thoughts one more time. All his plans of reconstructing his life were, at least for the moment, on hold until he could get a grip on just what in the world was happening. Aliens? "What the humans usually pilot"? Admirals?

Isaac put both hands on the helmsman's console, staring straight ahead, forgetting just how long he had spent out of hiding. Suddenly, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as he saw a shadow behind him raising a weapon behind his head and priming the bolt.

"Hands up. Now."

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The plot thickens...

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There really was nothing he could do but raise his arms in submission. She wasn't close enough to her to turn around and grab the muzzle of her weapon, and more of her subordinates were stacking up behind her, rifles shouldered and trained on him. he turned around slowly and deliberately, prepared to take a pistol whip on the head or gut. Such a blow never came, but the lieutenant was no less stern. "Were you the one who sent out that distress signal?"

"yeah, that was me."

"Anyone else with you?"

"no."

"Care to explain all these ships?"

"yeah..."

"And the human bodies inside?"

"yeah..."

"And the.. hey hold on now.." the female said, kind of perplexed at Isaac's behavior. he wasn't as afraid as he was before. Now he was face to face with the alien leader, and her extraterrestrial grandeur had completely overshadowed his caution and replaced it with wonder and fascination. She slowly lowered her weapon, though she didn't holster it, as she had no idea what to expect out of the armor clad, armed man in front of her who now seemed to be walking closer to her with no apparent hostility.

"Are you.." Isaac stammered "Are you human?"

"Uh... no sir." She replied. "You couldn't see that?"

"No, I... how did..." Isaac's mind fumbled over itself trying to make out what he should say next. He's face to face with an alien. She's got a gun to his face, but she's not confrontational or at least inflammatory. "What.. what are you?" he said, halting his advance for just a moment.

"Quarian. What did you think I was?"

"I... how long has there been others?"

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>>50501078
Now the lieutenant's head was starting to spin with questions. Just who was this guy? Was he crazy? Had he been here too long? What was with those ships and why were none spaceworthy? Yet more, why were some seemingly centuries old wile some others looked brand new? How come none of them left some sort of wake on re-entry? Did they even re-enter? Worst of all, what was with that bone-laden sludge she saw in those old ships? What was that creepy scrawl drawn all over the partitions? She figured that those questions could wait for another time. Right now, there were a few more pressing things to attend to.

"...What is your name?"

"Isaac Clarke... Yours?"

"I'm Lieutenant Nezala Verei of the Migrant Fleet Marines." she replied. "Do you have any intent of harming personnel or property here?"

"No."

"What's the story behind your little junkyard?"

"A very long one."

"How did you get here?"

"I'm still not sure yet."

The picture was vague. Nezala didn't have much to work with. He appeared to not have much more information than she did on the situation. She holstered her weapon and signaled her subordinates to do likewise. Just as she was wondering what else she should say, the engineer approached her. His Helmet disassembled in a loud hiss that got everyone's weapons back into the pockets of their shoulders. It disassembled like clockwork, piling down into compartments at eh front and back of his suit. Nezala flinched at first, then paid full attention to the haggard, sunken eyed man in front of her. His grey, tired eyes were wide with wonder and curiosity.

>When one would ask Brother Magos Clarke about his time as a Enginseer onboard the giant mining ship in his home sector, the colloquially called Dead Space, he'd remain silent about it.
>Indeed. Only the Inquisition and Adeptus Mechanicus got to know the details.
>The reanimated and mutated crewmembers, secrets that were unearthed and shouldn't be known to any mortal, Magos Biologis Mercer and his insane creations, the Hive Mind of the mutant undead...and not to mention the enormous information he has in his head.
>Since then the Magos didn't have any normal rest. And the appearances of cults based around what he survived caused him to travel the galaxy to stomp them out so that nobody would have to share the same fate as the crewmen, nor suffer the madness and horrors he endured.

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>>50501100
"So you're not human..."

"Yeah, I kinda thought that had been established"

"Well it's a first to me... I mean....." Isaac cut himself short, getting even closer to her, making her a bit uncomfortable. her hand hesitated around her shoulder as Isaac reached out to her. "You..."

He touched her visor tracing around her helmet and the red hood that adorned it. He looked deep into her ominous glowing eyes, not noticing the perplexed expression they bore. He examined her suit from head to toe with his eyes, and with his hands he continued to probe her suit, holding up her arm and feeling the armor panels on her forearm. He traced her wrist out to her three-gingered hand, opening his palm. She opened hers almost as if on auto-pilot, placing her palm against his. Her hand was smaller, and the feeling of only three fingers rather than five against his was very odd. Nonetheless, he clasped his fingers around her hand, and she reluctantly followed suit. He moved his thumb up and down, stroking the outer edge of her first finger. he let go a little ad re-clasped her hand so that his fingers were on the back and his thumb on her palm, rotating and feeling her. Nezala felt an odd mix of confusion, discomfort, and some odd, vague romanticism as he continued to examine her. At first she felt s tinge of danger, but that melted away as soon as she aught hold of his inquisitive, tired, harmless eyes. Her discomfort was fueled more and more by the strangely romantic aspect, rather than being quenched by it. Sure he had some grey hair around his temples, and dark circles under his eyes, but he was still quite frankly handsome, and his continued probing sent shivers down her spine that she wasn't sure she enjoyed or not. For a moment she had no idea where or how to stop him. Once one of his hands planted themselves on her pelvic girdle however, she had had enough. "okaaaaayyyyy..." she said, gingerly swiping his wandering hands away. "'Nuff of that."

>>50501463
After all of the crap he's had, meeting a remotely friendly nonhuman would be a pretty big loop to spin

>>50501499
Oh it is. it's gonna be a wild ride for everyone involved
>>50501247
Dude, go further with that. Kinda reminds me of Isaac's work

>>50501247
I just realized that dead space rigs and cobbled weapons would be a great aesthetic for a genestealer cult, now I'm torn between doing that and my Advent themed cult

>>50501558
I'm working on a Unitoligist themed Genestealer cult army now, actually.

>>50501602
Show pics on wip threads when ready

>>50501602
>Unitoligist Genestealer.

How fitting suprised i never heard of that idea before.

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>>50501463
Isaac's self-consciousness snapped back into him upon hearing some of the crewmembers snicker in amusement. "Right.. he said, retreating from her a bit. "..where do we go from here?"

"Excellent question...." Nezala replied. "hmm...Alright, tell you what. is there anything here you'll be missing? Anything you need to 'pack' per se?"

"Not much. Just a few of my tools an weapons. Are we heading out?"

"Yeah" said Nezala, leading him to the hatch, signalling two others to follow. "We'll help you get everything you need. Make sure you bring some of your own rations too. In case you didn't know, our chirality is dextro-amino You can't eat the same foods as us."

"Alright. And after that?"

"We're off to the migrant fleet."

>>50501553
Thanks for that lad.

>>50501558
Agreed. Especially the vanilla R.I.G.s and the Javelin Gun.

>During his travels through the Dead Space and wider Imperium, Isaac met with others who experienced the same situation as he did.
>The Uxoran Grenadier Sergeant Carver, who lost his family and a large chunk of his people to a cult devoted to the abominations, and a young self-taught tech-adept and prodigy named Ishi Weller, child of famed Officer Arbiter Weller who also fell fighting the horrors Clarke fought.
>Carver is a hard beatstick and clever soldier that was through the worst, yet his duty to HIM ON TERRA had a negative backlash on his family life in his regiment. Just when he managed to find a balance between duty and family, tragedy fell on him when the Uxoran 7th came to Uxor. The whole regiment had to evacuate half of the civilians since the other half turned into undead monsters. Sadly the abominations managed to overrun one of the personnel camps where Carver's family was. When he and his squad arrived there, he was forced to mercy kill his wife and son who became one of the monsters. After this he used loopholes in the guard to get discharged and to look for revenge on the person who did this. Some time later he met Clarke. Packing an arsenal of impressive weapons, his old yet trusty crimson combat R.I.G. and large combat experience, this ex-grenadier can go toe-to-toe with Chaos Marines and win easily. Although a great fighter, he's also has some serious brains and resourcefulness.

>>50502346
>In case of the latter, neither Clarke nor Carver know what in The Emperor's name Ishi's gender is since he/she hides his/her identity perfectly under armor/robe combination, a mask and even uses a voice synthesizer to communicate. Not to mention that he/she is constantly followed by a Legio Cybernetica Domitar class robot that Ishi named Sprawl (due to the large number of mecha-dendrites the child built into it). The Magos deduced that Ishi found the giant, repaired it and even added unique mechanism to it all by himself/herself and without any formal Priest training. Hence why he took the child in as his disciple in order to avoid Ishi being declared heretek.
>This group is truly unusual and would've fitted a Rogue Trader's crew.

>>50502346
You're welcome. let it loose, man!

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>>50501617
I'll put some pics up when I have the conversions a little more polished. So far it's coming together nicely, for Neophytes I've been using imperial guard with the occasional zombie bit thrown in here and there and painting them in yellow, black and red. Acolytes are guardsmen with more zombie and some Tyranid bits on them, purestrain genestealers I've been custom building. You can make a very convincing Slasher necromorph with chaos marauders and lots of scything talons.

>>50502554
That sounds realy cool.
looking forward to see your work.

>>50501884
Isaac sat Idly in the cargo bay, which remained empty on Nezala's orders. Nezala had promised a little interview to help her understand just what was going on. Isaac had waited no longer than five minutes before she was entering the room, ready to hear whatever crazy tale he had to relate. "So tell me, Isaac..." she said as she took her seat on a fold up chair set up across from Isaac's in the middle of the room. "Let's start off with some of the basics. Where are you from? Sol system native? Somewhere out in the Terminus Colonies?"

"I've never heard of any of those places."

"...Sol is where Earth is found."

"Then I'm from there."

"You seem like you've never heard of my race before. You don't know about the quarians?"

"No one gave me any heads up on anyone else being here." Isaac said with a chuckle. he wasn't sure if he was dreaming or not. "You're literally the first living alien I've met."

"'Living', huh? So you've seen dead members of other races."

"just one. Don't even know their name. Natives of Tau Volantis."

"The planet you ere on was Jettan, a hanar colony..."

"I suppose."

Nezala began to realize that there might be infinitely more to this man's story than she thought. Before she could formulate questions based on her thoughts, Isaac interrupted "Mind if I ask you a few things?"

Realizing that she might get more of a bearing on the story by hearing his side of things, she conceded. "Shoot."

>>50503171

money says he asks why they don't have a shock drive and what their propulsion method is. How they know about humans is probably next.

>>50503267
My money is on him asking where their mining equipment is, "Just in case."

>>50503430

Eh, he's got his cutter already. What more does a man need?

>>50503464
A contact beam.

>>50503495

Fair point.

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"Are you affiliate in any way with Unitology?"

"I have no idea what that is."

"Thought not. Are you familiar with EarthGov and its subsidiaries?"

"I thought Earth was governed by the Alliance..."

"Interesting. Okay then, lastly, have you been involved in any kind of Marker related phenomena?"

"I think I know where you're getting at."

"I thought so too." Isaac said, getting up form his seat. "Something's gone really wack here... all we did was use the Machine..."

A little red flag popped up in Nezala's mind. "Machine, huh?" she said as she got up and stood behind Isaac. "Something tell me that's where this story gets interesting."

"It is" replied Isaac. "Sure you wanna hear it?"

"Does it have something to do with those ships and the dead guys inside them?"

"It has everything to do with that... and a lot more."

"Let's hear it."

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Isaac took a deep breath, and with some hesitation and reluctance, he coughed up his story as succinctly as he could. He started with the Ishimura, making sure not to waste too much time on that horrible memory. many of the scars had already been dealt with, but it still hurt a little to talk about. He went over what markers did, and how it affected him. They had been walking as they spoke, and they had stopped at some porthole just outside of cargo. Isaac could see Nezala's white eyes reflecting off the porthole glass, widening every now and then as he divulged the details. He began to tell her of his nightmare on the sprawl, beginning with the hideous tortures he endured under EarthGov's research staff in attempts to pull the marker codes from his mind. Their aim was to make one, and they succeeded. A breach ended up destroying the project and the entire surrounding civilian populace, as well as Isaac's sanity. He then moved on to Tau Volantis; what he and a few others hoped would be the key to stopping the markers once and for all. He told her about the inhabitants of Tau Volantis and their half-successful attempt. Norton's betrayal, Danik's plot, and the eventual final defeat of the brother moon all wove together to close his story.

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>>50503718

Well, she definitely thinks he's insane now.

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>>50503718
Nezala wasn't sure what to think. Either this man was absolutely insane or something really crazy did happen. Chances are if it did, it didn't happen anywhere the Council or admiralty board were aware of. The worst part was that evidence seemed to lean in favor of Isaac's story being completely true. The ships were there, the human sludge was there, the marker scrawl was there, everything. "It would probably be much better if he was just delusional" Nezala thought. She had heard about heroes like Commander Shepard and Tali Zorah coming across things no one would believe and changing the fate of the galaxy, but she never imagined herself in shoes that big herself. If this raggedy human was telling the truth, who knows what the next chapter in galactic history would look like. He mentioned traveling to outer reaches of the universe without aid of relays. All those shipwrecks could mean a treasure trove of tech no one had ever dreamed of. On the more ominous side of things was the possibility of those "Markers" hitting the galactic community. If what Isaac said about them was true, the Geth would be the least of everyone's problems. He only gave a bare-bones description, but it was enough to garner enough fear in Nezala for her to ask if it was all gone.

"Pretty sure that mess is over." Isaac replied with some resolution in his voice. "That's over. Only thing I really care about now is getting my life back in order. Find Ellie, find employment, find somewhere people won't bother us too much."

"hmmm... I dunno about that. If that's what you really want I can't stop you but you have to realize if your story is true-"

"If my story is true, 'then' what?" Isaac replied with just a slight hint of germinating anger in his voice. For once in his life, all Isaac wanted was some peace and quiet. That's all he wanted. He didn't suspect this quarian to be of any objection, but if she was...

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>>50504720
"Look, what I'm saying is that I won't blow your cover. If you want to live a quite life, I understand. You sound like you've paid your dues already. Just be aware that you could really help us all out."

"Who's 'us'?" Isaac asked.

"Good question. I think it's time you got caught up"

Nezala then gave her own synopsis of her specie's progress and the story or the galaxy in general She told of the citadel and the first races who inhabited it. She then told about how the Asari, Salarians and Turians being the first to re-colonize it. She related to him the reasons why her kind no longer had a place there because of a technological mishap with a sentient AI known as the Geth. She explained eezo and the relays to him, much to his fascination and bewilderment. After explaining these to Isaac, she then told him of how he could be a great help to both her race and the whole galaxy with the tech he had. He could theoretically show them how it all works. He could live a life of luxury and fame beyond his wildest dreams if he contracted the right people to reproduce his technology. Isaac however, was disinterested. "Look, that sounds great and all, but to be frank I don't think you guys need my help. Just go and reverse engineer what you found at my camp."

"Isaac, I don't want to sound like I'm shoving this down your throat, but there's a lot of suffering you can end and a lot of wonderful new places you can take us if You'd be willing."

"Hate to sound selfish, but I really just want to be left alone."

"Like I said, I won't try to break your cover, but do you think something like this is going to stay secret forever, Isaac? Even if everyone on this crew keeps a vow to never speak your name or mention this place again, don't you think it would be possible for someone else to find your junkyard?"

"Yeah, so? they'll find the junkyard, not me."

"They'll find your logs."

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"Excuse me..."

"You left your logs in the junkyard, Isaac." Nezala replied. "Someone's gonna find you one of these days/"

"Well what the hell?!?! We gotta get back there! Can't we just turn this thing around?!"

"Wish we could, but we can't. We're getting ready to dock with the fleet." Isaac looked out of the porthole, and sure enough there was a massive plethora of ships floating all around them. He could feel the ship jarring a bit, suggesting that docking was already underway. "We need fuel anyway. We came here on less than a quarter tank. Look, we can hide you for a while before the fleet sends others to recover the wreckage. It'll be tight because like I told you we're pretty strapped for resources and the admirals will be sending follow up and recovery teams as soon as we unload. I can help you, but I have to let you know how I feel. You need to think about how this can-"

"Help our fleet immeasurably. Thank you Lieutenant." replied a cool, silky voice from behind them.

"Yes, admiral Xen."

"Come, come now Nezala. Don't think you can slip one out on me. Some people around here actually care for the future of the migrant fleet, if you don't mind. Now as for you, Mister Clarke, I expect to see you in the plaza court. As a member of teh admiralty board, I have already called a session to interview you. Is that understood?"

>>50502554
Hell, you better post that here too

>>50499792
Isaac is not a hair surprised that the aliens can speak english (after he finds out they are aliens.

Also my head cannon is that Isaac was wearing a 0-suit because i doubt those grav boots are good for sneaking.

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Suddenly, the migrant fleet has a monopoly on stasis tech and non effect field telekinesis.

>Make us whole Jukebox

>>50506345

If you think they can force Isaac to do what they want against his will, your clearly underestimating the man who fought off the undead space apocalypse with the space equivalent of a blowtorch.

>>50506498
Not just a blow torch, he also had a space nail gun.

>>50506589

Ok, your right, that changes things. Nailguns are badass.

>>50506711
Moreso when you put the word SPACE in front of it. SPACEx makes everything that isn't Jason more badass. That there's a double pun for you millennials

>>50505368
IN y previous version, Nezala hands over an omni-tool so he can understand. Previous to that it was all gibberish to him. I decided to kind of let that one pass for now, s I plan on addressing it later. far as I'm concerned it works like a green lantern ring. as long as one of the two have it, both can be understood.

As for Isaac being in disbelief, I kinda addressed it by saying that he was wondering if it was all a dream still, but I'd be fooling myself if I said that was sufficient. Thanks for the heads up

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>>50507201
>oh and the grav boots

I kinda thought of him just kinda keeping his distance until the end where he spots Nezala. By then he's in the sand.

Does that work, or am I deluded? I live in Florida and depending on the beach and how fine the sand ism you won't be heard as long as you're no splashing in the shallows.

>>50507201
I was writing it off as tLan unintended side effect of the Markers mucking with Isaac's head was a babble fish like passive telepathy thing. Definately a deus ex machina explication to things but my sense of disbelief has been nailed to the ceiling since I first came to /tg/ all those long years ago.

>>50507276
>as an unintended side effect

For fuck's sake autocorrect, get your shit together.

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>>50507130
Well played.

>>50507287
Hey, we all make typographical errors sometimes. Take me for instance

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>>50475553
Zaeed where u at

>>50505235
Come on man... i need my fix...

>>50505235
Jukes, Imma ask you a question, and I NEED you to be honest with me here; is Isaac going to make the microwave gun in your pic? Because Imma be honest with you here, I don't want Isaac to make it, I NEED him to make it.

>>50507856
comin right up
>>50508456
I'm sorry man. Maybe it'll make a cameo, but I won't promise anything
>>50505235
"You didn't tell me I left my logs..." grumbled Isaac as he and Nezala made their way to the plaza, walking through tight corridors full or curious gawkers and onlookers.

"You didn't mention them! All you said you wanted to take was your weapons and tools!"

"it wouldn't have hurt to ask..."

"Maybe the smell of that nasty ass fish in your shack has got me delirious, but I think it's a couple hours too late for that! And why does it matter anyways? Xen caught me trying to cut you a break (and she busts my ass for it, thank you very much), and that would have happened regardless of whether or not you had your precious glorified diary!"

As much as Isaac would have wanted to retort, he knew he couldn't. Nezala was right. No amount of resentment toward her fiery snark could change it. Isaac immediately relented and exchanged a look with Nezala that let her know that he was done throwing his temper tantrum. All sorts of wonderfully colorful words and thoughts boiled like tar in his fuming head. Now after ridding himself of a mind-bending menace of several years, with all the crazed fanatics and government agents that went with it, he had yet another mountain to climb. Yet another rat race that would end up in more grey hair and bags under the eyes. Finding positives to counteract the negatives was a hard task, to say the least.

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>>50482102
Isaac, I'm disappointed, and so is Doomguy.

>>50508702
forgot trip

>>50511419
anyone have some from that /hr/ thread a while back?

>>50512489
Those were a long while back. Coupla years, at least.

I might have a look through the archives for them later, though.

>>50502346
>>50502374
>When one asks Magos Clarke about Necrons, the Tech-Priest sounds always excited.
>At first when he met the automatons he was irritated with the whole phasing out of theirs...that is until he managed to find a way to prevent them from doing this.
>Clarke's first "guest" was the Necron Phaeron Hash'En'Shush. When the Magos opened him and analyzed, despite curses and protests coming from the aeon old automaton, Clarke discovered that the Phaeron was in fact a Pharek.
>How he came to this conclusion is something he did not include into his debriefings.
>Even the Ordo Xenos failed to gain any info on this from him.

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As they got closer to the plaza, some positive thoughts came to him. This most likely wouldn't involve any gunfire, explosions, or gore of any kind. The worst he would deal with was government bureaucracies, lobbyists, and middlemen. Though that was enough to redden his eyes a bit, it was no cause to load a plasma cutter. On top of that, the two biggest human nuisances in his life, unitology and EarthGov, were no more. The quarians seemed to be a mixed bag, but any annoyance borne from their actions was more the product of desperation rather than deliberation. Future cooperation with them didn't seem too far-fetched an option On top of that, Isaac couldn't help but notice some of the denizens of the fleet sitting together in impoverished huddles, children clinging to their mothers and fathers, who rationed out food carefully to their offspring and sometimes to aged parents. Individuals sat on rugs in the corners formed by the bulkheads, surrounded by what meager possessions they had. Isaac was no sap but he certainly wasn't a monster either. Now he knew what Nezala meant when she said the place was tight on resoures. It only took so much observation to see that there wasn't a whole lot to go around. Maybe helping these people out wasn't such a bad idea. For just a few moments, Isaac's boiling temperament had simmered down, cooled somewhat by a nearly sarcastic optimism, mixed with some unexpected compassion.

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>>50513485
Of course, all that heat came flooding back as they entered the plaza and were greeted by none other than Admiral Daro'Xen. "You're late Mister Clarke." She hissed. "Now, as we've already waited here for twenty minutes, I don't suppose you'd be ready to address us?"

One of the others at the pulpit, presumably another of the "admirals", spoke up. "We're still waiting on-"

"If he can't be punctual, that's his problem." Xen replied.

Isaac's patience was wearing thin, and as he exchanged looks with Nezala again, he could tell she was a little agitated too. "Admiral?" he said, barely hiding the inpatient venom in his voice.

"Yes, Mister Clarke?"

"Who are we waiting on? Another admiral?"

"No, the admiralty board has been assembled." Replied a cooler voice from the pulpit, a male this time. We gave Tali'Zorah, a member of his crew, some heads up on the situation. He's interested in seeing you too. I'm sure he'll-"

"Be here right now." replied a voice from Isaac's left. In walked what appeared to be another human, accompanied by another quarian and a massive beast in grey and blue with massive shoulders and an equally massive shotgun in it's hands. "Glad to meet you, Isaac. Name's Commander Shepard. Sorry I'm late. Think we're ready to start, Admiral Gerrel?"

>>50513498
OH YES.

But seriously, now I hope that Carver will appear this time.

>>50513640
Same but there is a good chance since he was there at the beginning as well.

>>50513777
YEAH.

WE SUPER STOMP BROS AGAIN.

>>50513640
SLAB SQUATTHRUST
BLAST HARDCHEESE

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>>50513640
>>50513777
>>50513899
just wait
>>50514047
CRUNCH BUTTSTEAK
>>50513498
"I believe we are we are." replied the Han'Gerrel. "Since this is an interview with an outsider, we won't be opening with the usual tradition, but we do welcome you, Isaac Clarke. We've been informed that you've been stranded on Jettan for nearly a month. Based on our interviews over the past two days with Lieutenant Verei and her team, the circumstances that brought you there were very extraordinary. Whereever you came from, the technology you brought in is groundbreaking - Our scientists are still attempting to understand half of it. These two items of concern, The circumstances surrounding your arrival and the potential your technology has to revolutionize the galaxy, are what we intend to address today. Are you prepared to answer questions at this time, Mr Clarke?"

"Yes Admiral." Isaac said with resignation. All he wanted to do was be done for a while. He realized that he'd have to play a part in the fate of billions again, but for just once, he could use a break. Enough of the talking and the interrogating and the grating personalities. If he had to help others so be it. Why where people wasting his time with talk when he could just get a blowtorch in his hands, get to work, and be done with it? Isaac's attitude was poor and small and petty and he knew it, but why shouldn't he be? At least in his mind, this poutiness was justified by all the incredulous circumstances he had endured recently. Those plans for a normal life he had so cherished and looked forward to were officially dashed to irretrievable pieces. Just a few more minutes, Isaac thought to himself. Just a few more minutes of this crap. Just gotta soldier on through it. Maybe, just maybe this will end. Maybe he would finally have a chance to be happy. A chance to actually live his life.

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>>50514076
>we are we are
pls halp i cannot into proofreading

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>>50514094
WRITE MOTHERFUCKER
BIG MCLARGEHUGE DEMANDS IT
> pic related is how Isaac must be feeling right now

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>>50514094
Just write a little slower.

That's all bruva.

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>>50514170
I WRITE SLOW AS IT IS. MY FASTEST EVER WAS 42 WPM

AHHH

>>50514076
"First, your anecdotal account of your arrival. We'd be tempted to call you lunatic if the ship graveyard planetside didn't furnish enough evidence that you're not from anywhere our this Admiralty board is aware of, or anywhere the Council is aware of, in all frankness. Do you affirm this?"

"I do."

"Lieutenant Verei told us that you claim to have used a 'machine' to travel here is that correct?" Asked another seemingly English-accented Admiral in a white and salmon suit.

"Somewhat" replied Isaac. "It was intended for a different purpose and my race didn't build it. Me and some others found it. We used it and it succeeded in what we needed it to do. Looks like it did more than what we initially anticipated."

"What was it designed to do?" asked Admiral Xen.

Isaac hesitated, but like in his conversation with Nezala, he opted to be brief. "I assume Nezala told you about the necromorphs and the Markers."

"Somewhat, yes."

"The machine was designed to freeze the planet and stop convergence before killing the end product. Were you informed of the brethren moons?"

"Lieutenant Verei informed us of that, yes..." Replied Admirall Raan with some worry in her voice. "You're saying the machine killed it? Do you know how?"

"Yes and no. None of us knew how it worked. It was built millennia before we ever reached the planet."

"Interesting." Replied Admiral Xen. "Were you able to find or recover the machine after your being marooned on Jettan?"

"I haven't seen a sign of it." Isaac replied. The thought suddenly crossed his mind that he never put too much effort into finding it, but if the quarians found it, what difference would it make? Its job was done. There was nothing else it was good for.

"Noted." said admiral Gerral. "Commander Shepard, do you have anything you'd like to add"

>>50513357
>If one would analyze how others in the Imperium see Clarke and his group, one would be actually surprised that how survivable they are for such a small band.
>The Imperial Guard actually consider Clarke and his team to be beyond their league. No normal man would survive the kind of horrors they experienced.
>The Tempestus Scions feel insecure in front of the team. Especially around Carver.
>The Space Marines and Sisters of Battle have enormous respect for the three folks...and their Domitar. They see them as restless agents of the Emperor that fight against a greater evil. Though they are in some way seeing his as unbelievable due to the fact that Clarke and his team are pretty much normal people, and the Magos has no visible augmentations apart of a nerve-link to his R.I.G. armor and cybernetic eyes that look like normal to those who don't look closer.
>The biggest and wildest thoughts come from the Inquisition and the Mechanicus.
>The former due to the fiery speculations on how he managed to survive, what he's seen and what Clarke knows about the so called Necromorphs and artifact that spawned them. The latter...for the same as the Inquisition and more. The "more" part being the whole creativity he used prior-to his promotion to Magos. Then again the then Enginseer Clarke didn't have a choice if he were to survive on a ship with murderous monsters.

>>50456068
How did I lose so hard?

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>>50514391
"I do" replied the commander. "You say 'we.' How many were with you? did any of them make it?"

The engineer was more than a little shook thinking about that question "did any of them make it?" He thought for a moment, then ave his response, trying to hide what fear and anxiousness he felt for Carver and Ellie. "We started out with six and ended up with three by the time we hit the machine. I don't know what's become of the other two."

Some of the admirals' took on a contemplative look, scrutinizing the enigmatic figure before them. Just how much of the truth was he telling? What was he leaving out? What did he mean he didn't know what became of his company? It all sounded like there was a lot more he could be telling them. The bones in those older ships were especially brow-raising. Shepard could sense trepidation in Isaac's speech. The Illusive Man had been very quick on the draw with this one. Most everyone he told him about had an extensive dossier to look at. Isaac was a completely new piece of the puzzle. He had only been around long enough for the Migrant fleet to find him. New spread around the Galaxy fast, and he wasn't surprised the Illusive Man was as far ahead as he was. Still though, why send him to meet the engineer so quickly? Why not wait until the quarians gave further report? It didn't seem like a winning gamble at the moment with Isaac. Shepard could tell he didn't want to be here, or anywhere but home to be honest. That made the Illusive man's missive to recruit him all the more impractical. Shepard had to play his cards right with this one. What did Isaac want most, and how could Shepard give it to him?

>>50515601
Alas poor Isaac.

He just wants some rest after all this shit...

>>50515601
"Hmm... admirals, I think this discussion can go somewhere much more productive. We were about to discuss his technology next, correct?"

"Thatis correct..." Xen replied with arms folded.

"I think that can wait until later. I'm guessing Isaac doesn't know every single nook and cranny of those ships, would I be right, Isaac?"

"You would be." Isaac was starting to like this guy already. By no means did he genuinely trust him, but he seemed a lot more invested in Isaac's interests than most others in the room.

"Good. Let's save it for a more intensive setting where any and all talk will be about the tech. I don't imagine the Alliance or the Council will be opposed to getting in on this too."

"And Cerberus?" replied a more indignant Admiral Xen.

"They can take a backseat." Shepard retorted. He knew Cerberus and the Migrant fleet were not on the best of terms. It would be best to avoid conflict. "Suffice it to say it may be more productive to talk tech in a time and place where we can focus on it. What do you think, Isaac?"

"Sounds good to me."

"Admirals?"

>>50515601
i want more but...
>>50515708
Oh shit u fast

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>>50515708

All of them knew what card Shepard was playing. The only difference between them was how they interpreted it. Raan and Gerrel both were weary of Xen's ambitiousness, and saw Isaac's plight. They were more than willing to relent for a while and let the human catch his breath. Korris was more suspicious, thinking Shepard was just as enigmatic and untrustworthy as Isaac, perhaps planning to feed Cerberus all the tech first to some unknown, sinister end. Xen did not see any treachery so much as she saw meddling and perhaps even personal insult. A new disdain of Shepard and Isaac filled her. To her, this was nothing more than an at of defiance. Worse yet, she was too late to stop Raan voicing her consent on the board's behalf. Korris complied in suspicious silence and Gerrel enthusiastically forwarded the motion. However, he raised an objection. "I see it prudent to save technical matters for another time, but what haev we to do now?"

"I think that question would be better asked Isaac." Nezala replied, piping up after a prolonged silence.

"Sounds good." Shepard replied. "So tell us Isaac, what do you plan to do now?"

"What, with the meeting?"

"No, with yourself. We gotta know if you're willing to cooperate with us - any of us. We wanna know what you plan on doing so we can set our plans accordingly. First off, do you plan on teaching us about your tech?"

>>50515862
H-hayai...

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>>50515862
"Guess so..." Isaac said with some realization and resignation. he just realized what Shepard had done. He had scratched Isaac's back, now he expected him to scratch his. Maybe not right now though. None of Shepard's own chips were on the table. Just the pot of "Isaac spoon-feeds CEC manuals to everybody." Still though, Isaac anticipated some sort of catch, and he knew he was already caught on it. With that in mind, he put his own chips down first. "I don't want trouble. I don't want notoriety. I just want to have a normal life again. I haven't had one years. First the necromorphs, then EarthGoc, then the Brethren Moons, and now I'm stuck in God knows where talking with God knows who."

"So after you've given us some help, you plan on disappearing."

"And never being found." Isaac replied resolutely.

"Well, I know several ways you can do the latter if you're willing to help me out. Think we can meet up after this?"

"Sure..." There it was. There's his catch. Of course he wouldn't save Isaac's hide for nothing.

That was the last straw for Admiral Xen. This conniving commander just plans to waltz on out of here with the possible extra-dimensional contact? That just wasn't going to happen. "Excuse me, commander!" She said. "I don't assume correctly when I say that you're planning on running off with Mister Clarke before he intends to show us his stockpile?!"

"NO, that's not what I plan to do." Shepard replied Matter-of-Factly. "We haven't even set a day for him to do that. Whether he helps me out or not, he most likely won't be leaving until the tech deal is over, and that in and of itself might take some time."

>>50516038
Wondering if Isaac will get to fly in space with his jet boots...

Am I the only one reading everything Nezala says in Tali's voice?

>>50452300
I remember Ardy.

http://ardboy.tumblr.com/

>>50516616
Nope.

Count me in.

>>50516635
Wow. Why didn't I remember it?

>>50516675
Dunno. I had it bookmarked in a folder with a bunch of old shit that died.

I also liked the 40K crossover where Isaac is an inquisitor? I think it was either that or a techpriest.

>>50515958
wut
>>50516616
I imagine her sounding more mature.
>>50516635
HELL YAYUH. Man, where is he? I've seen him skulking around /k/ every now and than, but not recently

>>50516729
Remembered that one too.

More like it was a joint expedition of him and a Inquisitor to the Dead Space along with a ultra-Puritan blocke who hacked to the data about him in the main Inquisitorial Fortress on Terra.

As I remembered, they were killing off not!Unitologist Cultists and then they went to fight the Cult Leader turned into a Regenerator.

Ended with a cliff-hanger where they cut it to pieces and stasised the shit out of it.

Magos Clarke and Sergeant Carver along with the blocke were to move the soon-to-be regenerating Necro somewhere to be destroyed completely.

>>50516756
>wut
Hayai means "fast" in Japanese.

Used quite frequently in shonen manga.

>>50516871
>along with a ultra-Puritan blocke who hacked to the data about him
>they were killing off not!Unitologist Cultists and then they went to fight the Cult Leader turned into a Regenerator

Yes, I distinctly remember these parts, that was good stuff.

>>50516891
Indeed.

Wished it was continued.

But now I need to sleep.

Studies tomorrow.

>>50501247
>Magos Biologis Mercer

I read a Prototype / Mass Effect crossover once, Consuming Direct Control, it was pretty good.

>>50517362
The one that ends with Mercer consuming the fetal Reaper?

Yeah, that was cool. Different Mercer though, the guy in DS was the scientist aboard the Ishimura who created the Hunter.

bamp

>>50497429
>/k/ubists vs unitologists

>>50516871
haha weeb
>>50516038
"Emissaries from the council are already knocking on our door." Admiral Korris said. "They'll be here within the week. We can RSVP certain other groups friendly to the Flotilla and have them in attendance as well in that amount of time."

Isaac decided it was high time to assert himself and set his own schedule. "I'll need at least four days gathering and fixing things up for the presentation. I'll need to prepare certain pieces I'm familiar with. Most of what you saw in that junkyard was made centuries before I was thought of, so there's only so much I can show you, but I'll do what I can."

"Are you at least somewhat familiar with the basic premise of how those things work?" asked Admiral Xen, attempting to assert her mastery over the situation. "Surely your generation's technology finds its roots in some of that rubble.

"Like I said, I'll show you what I can. Relax. I'll need a ride to and from the planet and at least five assistants to help me gather things and organize them" replied Isaac, maintaining the upper ground. "is that doable?"

"More than doable, Mister Clarke." Raan said soothingly. "We'll make sure you have what you need. You'll have a list of at least 5 names and their respective credentials before tomorrow."

"Make it four." Nezala spoke up.

>>50519083
nice, can't wait to blow their minds

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>>50518948
>The last hope for humanity when the Unitoligists rise
>Ave Nex Alea komrade

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>>50519083
"You're signing up, huh?"

"Yes."

"Well okay, why a-"

"Let's just say I may need to talk to you about a few things."

"like-"

Isaac's probing was replied to with a very piercing stare from Nezala. No words needed. Obviously they were words he needed to hear later. He looked back to the pulpit to see the admirals staring quizzically save for Xen, whose silver eyes seemed to be staring hostility and suspicion at Nezala.

"Okay then." Isaac said, relenting and backing away from the subject altogether. "If that'll be all, I think we might be done here. Does anyone have anything else to add? Any questions?"

'We're still good to talk?" asked Shepard.

"Yeah, we're good. Admirals?"

"I think we've gotten done what we intended to do." Concluded Admiral Raan calmly. "Simple and straightforward. Mr Clarke, we will Immediately begin searching out names. You will have them in eighteen hours at most." Xen's infuriation was silent but palpable. Gerrel was content but curious about just what Isaac and his tech could do, mostly for what value his contributions would have against the Geth. Korris remained aloof, but alert. To him this whole business was strange and even a bit superfluous. Still, he would not deny his people much needed help, even if it came in such a mysterious and secretive form.

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>>50519793

bump?

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>>50519793
"Alright, you got me." Isaac said as he and Nezala exited the plaza with Shepard and his squad. "What do you need?"

"It's nothing I need, Isaac." Shepard replied sternly. "It's something humanity needs. Me and my tea have been working on this for a few months now and-"

"Gold on, lemme stop you right there." Isaac said, immediately catching on to what Shepard was trying to do, and it was worse than he thought. "You're trying to recruit me into something aren't you?!"

Without a way to weasel himself out, Shepard took the direct approach. "I guess you can say that, yeah."

"Oh I'm sorry" Isaac said, laughing both angrily and sarcastically. "This conversation's over-"

"Not if you wanna stay out of the public eye, it's not."

"What do you mean?"

His quarian companion piped up. "Let's keep it brief. We need help fighting a secret war against a shadowy menace that's been kidnapping humans across the galaxy."

"Which same threat is planning to eliminate all life in the galaxy" said Shepard. :o one believes us but a select few in teh government. We need all the help we can get and that includes you. Trust us, there's not any headlines with our fa-"

"I don't think they told you my story, Shepard." Isaac said sternly, his facetious smile broadening out into a tooth-gritting glare as he began to walk back and away. "I don't care if you're fighting killer freaking teddy bears, I'm not spending the rest of my life fighting anyth-GAH!"

Shepard grabbed him by the collar. "If we don't stop this, you won't have a normal life to live in the next two years tops." Shepard growled.

>>50521359
i always did love the dead space basic suits just the raw Industrial feel of them.

QUICK QUESTION

You have your helmet on in the flotilla to keep things sterile, right? Like if you took your helmet off, it would be safe to breathe right?

>>50521359
Isaac reeled a little bit and faced his company as soon as Shepard let him go. Shepard wasn't sure just how big of a mistake he had just made by playing rough, but at the time it seemed the only viable option. Isaac was neither in the mood to play rough or to wimp out and run. Right now, everything in his mind was a blur again. Was all this crap really happening? Councils? Aliens? Shepard? Threatening the galaxy? Cerberus? Just where was all this coming from? Up until this point, he just rode along, not sure whether it was real or not and simply not caring either way. Now, at this critical junction, he wasn't sure what to do. He threw his arms up in some sort of odd resignation and puffing out a wheezing laugh.

"Are you serious?" he said, still cackling out a quiet, mad laugh. "are you freakin' serious?!"

"Isaac..."

"Dude, dude, dude, okay stop. Stopstopstopstopstop. Hold up" his weary, tired, crazed laugh was getting louder and was starting to interrupt his speech more consistently. "Dude just.. just drop it man."

"Isaac, what are you talking abo-"

"OH MY FU-......AHAHAHHAHAHAA! Holy shit you're still at it! C'mon man, what your real name?"

"What?!"

"I think he's lost it." said the towering beast next to Shepard. "Told you he-"

"Oh this one's great!! Isaac said, pointing at Grunt while his mask disassembled. "Holy crap, how are you even pulling this off?! What is he, animatronic?"

"You're gonna find out if you keep pointing at me like that, human.." grunt boomed

"WOHOOHOO!" Isaac yelled. He was starting to garner a lot of attention from some onlookers, a nervous Nezala among them. "Aw an, he's got teh whole 'puny human' quip thing too! Oh my gosh is there like a guy in there?!"

>>50521964
Last i checked only Quarians have to keep on their helmets due to their very weak immune system humans and other races are fine

>>50522041
Oh dear he's picking a fight with grunt i hope that if this breaks out into a fight he gives him the dead space punch.

>>50521964
Humans would be fine its mostly to keep the Quarians safe

>>50522125
>Isaac accidentally almost punching Grunt's head clean off.
Yes I need this.

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>>50522159
>>50522045
Good thing my hunch was right
>>50522041
"You have two seconds to shut the hell up, runt..." the Krogan snarled

"Isaac, put your helmet back on!!" Nezala yelled. "The ship has to stay sterile!"

"Okay *snrk* okay, joke's over, you can drop the act now." Isaac's balance between aggravated madness and anger slowly started to tip more towards anger, and it showed in his voice. "Take off the mask."

"What?!"

"Take off that stupid ass mask right now."

The whole scene was turning into a mess very quick. Shepard was cursing under his breath wondering both how this all went so wrong and how he could get everything back under control as he held Grunt back. Isaac started approaching Nezala, his brow scowling and his pupils shrinking. Nezala put a hand on her holster. "Isaac back off..." Some quarians started to flee. Others called in security. Isaac was inching closer and closer to an increasingly frightened Nezala "Isaac, I'm serious...!"

"Yeah, I am too. Gimme that damn mask." Now he had a hand outstretched, fingers curling slightly. His eyes were now wide as dinner plates and he was breathing sharply through his nose

"Grunt, go for him..." Shepard said

"How dead do you want him?" Grunt replied.

Isaac pulled out his cutter and brandished it at a now terrorized Nezala. His teeth were now gritting and his eyelids twitching "YOU GONNA GIVE ME THAT MASK?!"

"Not dead, just knocked down."

"No promises..."

"I'm serious Grunt..."

"Fine."

Before Isaac could loom over the shaking quarian any longer, he saw a shadow cover him from behind. he turned around to see a familiar, angry, reptilian face. "Oh, you back off, big guy!!" Isaac said, aiming his cutter at Grunt. "YOU BACK THE HE-*oof*"

Before he could finish, the Krogan slammed his plated forehead into Isaac's, The engineer's eyes went backwards and he fell to the floor, unconscious.

>>50522319
>Grunt charges Isaac
>Isaac throws a stasis
>Isaac breaks one of his legs with a stomp
>Isaac throws a DS PAWNCH
>Grunt is KO'd in two hits
>This process took slightly less than three seconds
>Afterwards, Grunt has made a new friend
>And Shepard deals with inadequacy issues

>>50522357
well that was a wierd scene that made no sense.

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>>50522423
I was trying to go for the "he's so fed up and overwhelmed he's lost it now that something else has popped up" kind of thing and I played with it a bit.

did I get too over the top?

>>50522463
just a bit, the "woohoo" felt kinda OOC

>>50471399
>Is this? Is this a harpoon gun?
>Yes, and if you press THIS button the last harpoon you fired releases a powerful electric discharge, and if you hold it down it explodes.

>>50522463
I got where you were going with it.

>>50522463
Just a bit like i can see him going off on one against Shep and co he's clearly had enough and would lash out at some point the thing what i didn't get is why he's suddenly going after Nezala.

>>50522423

Issac comes from a reality where his species got sold on sacrificing themselves to meat moons by believing in benevolent space spiritualism.

Maybe this is Issac's desperate attempt to make reality sensible again and to throw back the curtain on a perceived long con?

Also wondering the effects of DS tech Stasis fields on LIVE tissues not just Marker fueled necromorph substrate. The safety posters on the Ishimura and elsewhere in the series suggest it isn't healthy to bathe in the blue glow.

>>50522483
>OOC
I ain't hip with you kids an yer daggum flyin machines what's that mean.

>>50522520
Maybe you're right. Tell you what I'll start re-writing a little

>>50522546

Out Of Character OOC
In Character IC

I first saw the terms in chat based RP. Usually where the actions were denoted by asterisks and thoughts by parenthesis.

Liked the written fiction angle better where things read like a story and I've seen that format return thankfully in Discord and Skype.

RIP AIM and Java Chats.

>>50484508
Yeah because they exposed living biomatter to a marker. The only way it could be worse is if they were using it on metriods and throwing phazon into the mix.

>>50507634

I'll try and rewrite an entry or two before hitting the sack

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>>50522730
((Sorry for the long wait, I like writing off the cuff but I was hoping to do some revisions to the overall plot to give me a better grip of where I’m going. I’ve been keeping up with the thread, it's pretty glorious. Cheers to Jukebox and all my other writefags))


“Listen you paper boned ship monkey, I don’t give a damn if Shepard’s planetside, I’ve been paid, I’m moving on.” Zaeed barked into the comms unit as he was raiding the ship’s armory, getting his hands on a few choice favorites.


“Gee can’t you cool it for a day or two Zaeed? You can walk out the airlock if you want out so bad. Second shuttle’s already prepping for a trip down to get the cargo. You can sweetalk the commander after…”

“You’re right kid, we blew up the boogiemen, go have yourself a fucking holiday. But if you don’t want to bring the Alliance a cruiser with a hull crack, you’ll swing the gates open when I fly it out of here.”

“The Normandy’s hull cannot be penetrated in the manner described Mr. Masani.” The vaguely anthropomorphic projection of EDI materialized behind him.

“Well maybe all I’ll do is lower the property value, but I’ll warn you, my blood has a hard time washing out.” Zaeed slid a crate of weapons over the projection and EDI phased out.


As he went to the door, he took one last look at the antique screen. In harsh green lettering read “The nightmare is over but it won’t end.” Without realizing it Zaeed grasped his antique rifle Jesse and slung it over his shoulder.

Are these going to be a semi regular thing again? If so I'll throw my hat in the ring and expand on the DS/Doom thing.

>>50523474
You may as well anon, you know /tg/ loves a good story and multiverse building.

>>50522546
>almost 2 hours
*cracks whip*
WORK, SLAVE!

Still glossing over the thread, so sorry if it's already been asked, but what would be a good system for an Engineers setting style game? I was thinking Mongoose Traveller, or perhaps something more rules-lite like Stars Without Numbers.

>Sees thread the first day.
>"Huh, must be another nostalgia thread, I'll read it when I have the time"
>Sees thread today.
Holy shit, the band's getting back together. First we get a Shoggy update, then the Velocity RPG update, and now...

I don't know which way /tg/ is headed folks, and these threads are by no means representative of the entire board, but I'll keep coming around just to get these few glimpses of what people on /tg/ can do. This is what makes this board worth being on, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise, making stupid claims like "all of it was cringe."