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Thanks for making me take time off guys. I appreciate the concern.

Here we take on the role of the control room from cabin in the woods. The stable is full, the gods have their popcorn and we got snuff to make.

> You do not control the threat

Instead you will be trying to guide him to kill in order of the ritual. The rules are that [THE WHORE] must die first and [THE VIRGIN] must either be a lone survivor or die last.

The gods like some titties so bonus points if the whore fucks someone or strips before dying.

> What do we control

We have 4 departments: Intelligence, Demolition, Technology and Chem.

Tech: Control all the shutting and locking of doors, lights and even the survivors phones!

Chem: Get people horny? Make people dumb? Make comfy survivors sleep? YA BOYS IN THE LAB GOTCHU!

Demo: Blow shit up? They arrive by boat? BOOM! Arrive by car, BLOW THE TUNNEL/BRIDGE! These guys aren't allowed to dirnk until the ritual is done for obvious reasons.

Intel: Gotta scout the survivors to know which order to kill them in. Plus know thy enemy.

> So what's the catch?

Every ritual has 1 disaster happen which we will roll for soon. Who knows what will happen?

Here's how things stand - image related.

Bug Hunt is still paused where we last left off since that progressed a bit beyond James' current timeline. We are almost cuaght up with Valentina though.

>>1111121
>Write-In

Toss the panel away from Henson and us, and then crawl towards Henson

>>1111137
>Write-In

Tell star to stop pretending to be offline in the discord.

>>1111121

Do this: >>1111145

>>1111175
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>>1111145

Chan is messing up, won't let me post on laptop. Will continue when I can.

>>1111336
We miss you

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You hurl the panel across the room and begin crawling across the ground befor it even lands. Channeling your inner Arnie and army crawling through the scattered wires, metals and plastics.

It's not long before your panel makes an impact. You don't hear any movement, in fact the room is deadly silent as you slowly pick your way down the stairs on your belly. Like a worm you lean up and down the metal steps glad that your rolex is safely tucked in your bedside table as opposed to your wrist as the cold metal sends shivers through to your bones.

There you look under the stairs and see Henson, head in his hands in sheer terror, refusing to look up.

You smell something odd.... like the taste of lemons made into a scent.

Looking to the left, emerging from a veritable nest of wires is the xenomorph. Claw clicking as it emerges, sightless head seemingly locking it's gaze on you.

> Write-In

>>1111521
NOW CAN WE SHOOT THE GODDAMN THING?

>>1111529

Deagle or Mac10?

> Vote like this

Deagle has 1 shot

Mac a full clip.

>>1111534
Which does more damage?

>>1111521
>Deagle shot to the face

And hope we don't miss

>>1111550

Deagle is much higher caliber but you have 1 shot.

>>1111570
Deagle

>>1111521
> deagle
If we can see the wound on its chest go for that otherwise take it's lower jaw off.

we quiet tonight.

>>1111767
Your quest is too spooky and scared then away.

>>1111810

Ah well Imma nap.

If people show I do more updates. If not.. I'll do more updates when I wake. It's already 1am.

>>1111812
Cool cool.

>>1111521
>1111521
I think we should focus on leaving the control room and finding another place where we can command all of the departments. To do this Henson or James should distract with a gun and get the fuck out.

Star what departments have command center like rooms we can use?

Where's the door control panel?
Henson's gonna die

>>1111521

> Shoot Xeno in the head with Deagle

Careful of acid splatter...

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>>1111529

You Slowly draw Rachel's gun from your waistband, praying to every single, god, demon, ancient one and even vaguely powerful mystic force you're aware of.

The Xeno stalks towards you as you take a step back, hiding the gun behin your frame by keeping your right arm flat as if it's injured.

The best seems content to take it's time, you trip, fallin on your ass as you retreat. The beast comes closer, dripping saliva on to your suit pants as you hear mechanical gear grinding against one another.

You are staring into the face of death once more, Henson got the lever, for who's death you're unaware. But now your entire existense is a black void speckled with lime green wounds.

You see the cracks in it's abdomen as it's entire body thrums with power, preparing to pounce and take you - dead or alive.

> Roll 1d20

First roll only. Perspective Change imminent.

Good Luck

Rolled 20 (1d20)

Rolled 17 (1d20)

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>>1113186
REAL HUMAN BEAN!
THE EYE OF THE TIGER!
HORY SHIEEET

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>>1113186
Nice roll anon

Rolled 10 (1d20)

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You are Valentina Santiage, Head of Facility Security - James Fcuking Henderson's mistress and te baddest of asses. You just found Cassie trapped in her pod and freed her.
"Right yer up and walkin now luv. Tell us what went on." Jess demands as Cassie seems to be getting the hang of legs that have only been saved from the horrors of atrophy by medical science.

"Look, I've been AI for four years now. I don't really know." She snaps back at Jess. "Look Sue. James had me check what got out and I was able to camera around easily enough. So I saw all the resin and goop they were using and a big fuck off hole in the stable wall; but the minute I tried to communictae or go into the archived footage, my uplink died." She points to the weird tank bed hybrid contraption that allows her body to stay alive. My rebreather still stores five hours worth of oxygen even without the uplink." She explains, on unsteady legs, "But the whole "being flesh" and "imminent drowning"" She airquotes, "Got me a little freaked out and probably used a shit tonne of oxygen in my panic."

"Short version?" Jess asks with ill concealed hostility,

"Smoe traitor fuck sabotaged me. You saved my life. Dealing with Xenos and it's a full hive."

"None of the bug things got in here..." You muse.

> Give Cass pistol Cass joins party

> Execute Cassie

And

> Let's get Comms back up

> We need to get HARRY to make us a bomb to wipe that hive

> We need to see if any of our stable team survived

> Write-In

>>1113217
>> Give Cass pistol Cass joins party

>>1113217
>> Let's get Comms back up

>>1113217

> Give Cass pistol Cass joins party
> Let's get Comms back up

> Give Cass pistol Cass joins party
> We need to get HARRY to make us a bomb to wipe that hive
Still that musing is making me paranoid. We should keep an eye on Cassie.

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You walk up and press the handgun you took form Alex into the tech girl's hand. Her hands curl around the grip slowly as she adjust to the uncomofrtable shape and unfamiliar weight. "If you work here you know the basics. But do your job and get the comms back up." You wave her off as she gingerly moves to the racks and begins rearranging the spaghetti like mess of cables and sockets.

"You sure ye don't wanna make sure?" Jess asks.

"She is all of our systems. If she were infected or turned we'd all be dead." You answer.

"Aye ma'am." She says with a suspicious glance over to Cassie.

"We need to report in once we can. Then we'll deal with these "Xenos"" You scratch under you chin, keeping your other gun levelled at the door, "Personally I think we're boned."

"Always reassuring when the scary lady tells you we're right tucked." Jess whines, "good thing I got me hands on Martin when I had me chance."

"Finally got some then?" You begin checking your shells while Cassie mutters to herself behind a floor to roof server rack, "worth the wait?"

"Yeah, for a big bloke 'e was surprisingly gentle. Felt like I was ragdolling him." Jess laughs.

You allow yourself to crack a smile, relieving this tension will probably spare Jess from making a critical mistake later. "Well I'll tell you about James' exploits if we make it out."

"Yer buyin'" Jess insists.

"Only if I can bring Cortana over there." You counter.

"Deal."

You shake on it.

"I can get you one call." Cassie says, as she holds two levers ready to throw. "With the pod fucked we're running low on power directly to the network."

"One call?" You repeat for clarification.

"One call. Maybe a minute long." She responds glumly.

> Report to James.

> Request Takeout From HARRY

> Tell Chem the situation

> Write-In

Going to work soon. Be continuing in like 5-6 hours

> Request Takeout From HARRY

>>1113278
>> Request Takeout From HARRY

/r/ bomb

>>1113278
>Request Takeout From HARRY
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pR30knJs4Xk

>>1113278
>Request Takeout from HARRY

>>1113278
>Request Takeout From HARRY

>>1113278


> Tell Chem the situation

>>1113278
> request HARRY set them up the bomb
Since Cassie apparently knows where they are. Then
> shoot Cassie.
Because she said she was an AI when in fact she was just a gross meatbag in a VR bathtub.

>>1113763

> (Shoot Cassie) Because she said she was an AI when in fact she was just a gross meatbag in a VR bathtub.

I'm reasonably certain that we were already aware of that...

>>1113278
> Request Takeout From HARRY
We need a solution fast can demo can do it. It's also a crapshoot if Chem has anything that will work on the Xenos

>>1113809
We knew she was human before the ritual that started the quest but saying you are now AI at least implies uploading our even an actual AI trained to emulate your personality.

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Hey guys Sorry I'm so late. It's 1:28am and I'm just in from work due to transport just deciding to cancel itself.

For funsies, here's 9/10ths of what I just walked: https://www.google.co.uk/maps/dir/Hamilton+West,+Hamilton+ML3+0DD/Glasgow/@55.8215184,-4.2932217,11z/data=!3m1!4b1!4m14!4m13!1m5!1m1!1s0x48881534a3d5625f:0x7b56186e177b08af!2m2!1d-4.0548513!2d55.7790674!1m5!1m1!1s0x488815562056ceeb:0x71e683b805ef511e!2m2!1d-4.251806!2d55.864237!3e2

Will write once I'm situated.

>>1114472
The fuck? What made you walk from Hamilton to Glasgow?

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pR30knJs4Xk


"Connect me to Demolitions. I need to place an order." You stare into the video screen Cassie has turned towards you, the black void of nothing stares back at you - forcing you to look into your cold reflection.

There is a burst of static and you find yourself looking at the whacky hairstyle and visage of the facilities' tamed terrorist.

"HARRY," You greet him respectfully.

"Hello whitey." He greets you.... respectfully? in turn.

"Look, we have a bug problem and I need you to prepare something to eradicate them." You get to the point when you notice the look of strained concentration on Cassie's face from amongst the server rack's techy guts.

"We shreeded one black beastie! More'll be easy! We shall purge it's foul kith and kin from our dearest sanctuary with HELLFIRE AND BRIMSTONE!"

A blonde head pop in, "Right shawty, we can give you 3 options. Nuclear, Incinieratey, or Clustery. Chocco, Strabizzle or sweet sweet vanilla like your sexy self." She makes some kind of weird cat noise at you and you find yourself aiming your sidearm at the screen.

> Choc/Nuclear

> Strawberry/Incindeary

>Vanilla/Cluster

>>1114565

I work in sprts media. Was working tonight and after the match the trains were cancelled. After finding how to get a coach that was also cancelled.

I don't drive and with no taxi company within budget I had to walk.

>>1114613

>Incendiary. Cause nuthin' fucks an alien like 2000 F.

>>1114613
>Strawberry/Incindeary

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I'm sorry I only got one update out, but I got home super late.

It's 2:43 and I'm talking about sutpidly heavy shit in discord PMs I'm that tired.

I love all you fucks.

Come join the discord shenanigans at Quest Thread Not General:https://discord.gg/xM2aCYq

Goodight/Morning
Time for sleepy Star

>>1114613
> Strawberry/Incindeary

>>1114727

Night Star, thanks for running

>>1114613
>Strawberry/Incindeary
"How berry can we get that?"

>>1114613
>> Strawberry/Incindeary

>>1114613

> Strawberry/Incindeary

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"We need to burn these fuckers. So ummm Incindiary." You say matter of factly.

"Oe large strawberry!" The blonde woman replies.

"Ten minute timer honeybuns!" HARRY calls over his shoulder as the woman manically laughs in the background. "We'll have it waiting outside the bulkhead for you! We're just gonna strap five bombs together for you, should be stable until you hit the big red button!"

"I thought James banned big red buttons." You say smirking.

"Well James doesn't know what I have in here." HARRY reples rubbing his hands together as the feed cuts. Cassie pulls her hands back sharply as sparks dance over the server she had cannibalized into a comms unit.

"Shit. Hope you got everything you needed, boss." She says spitting in her hands.

"Well we got a parcel to deliver then Val?" Jess asks.

You notice Cassie's eyebrow raise as the different name, but thats a bridge to cross later. "Right you are. Let's double time it to Demo." You heft your babies to ready position and make for the hole in the wall, Jess pushing Cassie into the middle and bringing up the tracker as you exit along the hallways and move just shy of a jog towards demo.

There is blissful silence except for the breathing of Cassie as she tries to keep pace with the professional trained soldiers. It's a solid two to four minutes before a pair of pings start radiating from Jess' tracker.

She calls it out, one is directly in your path, the other looks like it's on the vents and heading away from you.

> Shoot through the one in front, keep moving

> Intercept the one in the vents and then get back on track

> Detour through lobby avoid them

> Write-In

> Shoot through the one in front, keep moving

>>1116089
> Detour through lobby avoid them
Let's play it safe

Work time. Will continue when finished.

>>1116089
>Shoot through the one in front, keep moving

>>1116089
> shoot through them
Apparently they are everywhere now. Don't see how going via the lobby will help.

>>1116089

> Shoot through them

...

The one moving away from us is probably trying to set up an ambush, or trying to alert the other Xenos to our presence...

Either way, they are already all around us, and will know exactly where we are when we fire our weapons, so there is no point in worrying about it...

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"I got him, keep moving." You command leveling both your boys at the corner the Xeno will come from. It springs upon you at an intersection, leaping onto the wall as your left shot connects, thorwing it off balance as you take half a second from your dead sprint to make sure the right shotgun vaporizes the fucker's skull.

All said and done, one shoulder shot, one headshot, one kill.

You didn't even break stride as you sprinted past, still leading Cass and Jess. You honestly expected to have to stop and focus in.

With bated breath you sprint down corridor after corridor, only for the click of your hears and the increasing and decreasing frequency of pings as Xenos scamper around the vents, overtaking you.

Your path takes you by the remains of your squads, gore, piled haphazardly and strewn around. Flesh, liquidatred by acid.

Gray, smoking a cigarette and waving at you.


> Report

> Fall in

> Shoot him

> Write-In

>>1117192
>Report

Keep him covered by own guns, if he's lucid ask him if he lost consciousness, if he hasn't he can come, if he has he should hold back the ones following us for as long as he can

>>1117192

> Report

>>1117192
> report

> Report

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"Report." is all that you need to say.

"Well we got swarmed. But we killed enough of the fucks that they stopped coming by and used the vents to bypass us. I'm all that's left." He says matter of factly.

You look around at the scene, Gray's weapon is obviously empty. The fifty caliber handcannon's barrel has slide forward and the amount of shells lying around him suggests he's been through hell. With a melted combat knife discarded nearby. It looks like Gray was in CQC, with nary a hair out of place.

Worryingly you notice several allied corpses have wounds consistent with gunfire, fifty caliber, thirty two, it looks there was either panic or treachery.

If they were swarmed as he said, it would make sense.

> Fall in

> Shoot him

> Head for the hive right away

> Write-In

>>1117353

Wrong trip. But this is me.

(Write-in) Order your squad to keep Gray at arms length and to train their weapons on him. Demand explanation for the gunshot wounds on friendly corpses.

>>1117353
>Write-In

"Did you lose consciousness?"
"Explain the bullet holes."

>>1117353

>(Write-in) Order your squad to keep Gray at arms length and to train their weapons on him. Demand explanation for the gunshot wounds on friendly corpses.

Reposting to fix: >>1117402

>>1117353

Fall in

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You raise your sidearm to Gray, "bullet holes in friendlies and last man standing?" You sigh, "Explain."

He shrugs slyly, "The bug things wounded them, sometimes even bit them. Protocol says interaction equals execution."

"But you're the only one alive?" Cass says dubiously.

"Well nobody else is breathing." He replies.

"Gray, ye wer always a bit shit. How the fuck didya outlive two squads?"

"I guess I just wanted it more."

> He's right. He followed the rules.

> He's a traitor and must be killed

> Write-In

>>1117801
>Write-In

Right well, you've done such a good job holding this spot I need yo to do it for a bit longer, kill any xenos following us

>>1117801
>> He's right. He followed the rules.

Tapping out. It's 2:33am

>>1117875

Thanks for the run Star

>>1117801

I support this course of action: (>>1117840)

In addition: (Write-in) Before you leave, check if the corpses that have been shot have also been mauled by Xenos...

...

This is all too suspicious for my liking...

I want to arrest and properly interrogate him, but we don't have the time for that...

So, we might as well put him to work as far away from us as humanly possible...

>>1117801
>He's right. He followed the rules.
Tell him he should have been a lawyer.