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>>2843194
Today is the day. The lights in your containment area flicker slightly as they turn on, nearly blinding you with their brightness, as usual. This has been the routine for...well to be honest you have no clue how long you've been here now, a few months? Long enough for the universal translator that they grafted into the side of your head to 'heal'. At least that's what they told you, but from scarring around the implant, you're certain that you could have done a better job, and cybernetics isn't even your field!

Regardless of however long you've been here you have managed to put together a few things since your capture. First off, you're human. Of course you knew that before you were abducted but apparently that makes you special to your kidnappers. Second, they've been experimenting on your people since 1969, when they watched your race split the atom and then breach the heavens within two and a half decades.

Unfortunately you haven't been able to come to any more conclusive answers to the question of what they wanted with your people, but through careful investigation you've become fairly confident that you know what your own role in their experiment is.

Today is the day. The lights in your containment area flicker slightly as they turn on, nearly blinding you with their brightness, as usual. This has been the routine for...well to be honest you have no clue how long you've been here now, a few months? Long enough for the universal translator that they grafted into the side of your head to 'heal'. At least that's what they told you, but from scarring around the implant, you're certain that you could have done a better job, and cybernetics isn't even your field!

Regardless of however long you've been here you have managed to put together a few things since your capture. First off, you're human. Of course you knew that before you were abducted but apparently that makes you special to your kidnappers. Second, they've been experimenting on your people since 1969, when they watched your race split the atom and then breach the heavens within two and a half decades.

Unfortunately you haven't been able to come to any more conclusive answers to the question of what they wanted with your people, but through careful investigation you've become fairly confident that you know what your own role in their experiment is.

>Cybernetics Analysis: The K'tulu have abducted you because you already had cybernetics or were evaluated as an excellent candidate for them.
>Psionic Training: A percentage of the Human population has an innate talent for psionic abilities. All they require is a little...incentive to bring that power to the surface.
>Genetic Studies: The aliens have abducted you in order to tinker with your genetics. To what end, you're unsure.
>Control Group: It would appear that while you have been given *standard* implants and vaccines, the scientists have left you otherwise unaltered for your tests.
>Write-in.

>>2843197
>>>Cybernetics Analysis: The K'tulu have abducted you because you already had cybernetics or were evaluated as an excellent candidate for them.

Couple questions.

1. Did I miss an episode zero of this person being abducted?

2. Did you accidentally post the same 3 paragraphs twice?

>>2843197
>>Psionic Training: A percentage of the Human population has an innate talent for psionic abilities. All they require is a little...incentive to bring that power to the surface.

>>2843217
Well...fuck, it would appear I did, somehow. Embarassing. Also, no this is straight up the beginning of the quest.

>>2843197
>Cybernetics Analysis: The K'tulu have abducted you because you already had cybernetics or were evaluated as an excellent candidate for them.

>>2843197
>>Psionic Training: A percentage of the Human population has an innate talent for psionic abilities. All they require is a little...incentive to bring that power to the surface.

>>2843197
>>Cybernetics Analysis: The K'tulu have abducted you because you already had cybernetics or were evaluated as an excellent candidate for them.

>>2843212
>>2843228
>>2843238
Cybernetics experimentation.

>>2843222
>>2843229
Psi training.

This is a good time to note that I tend to go at slow and steady pace for these things. Keep the tab open and do something else. You'll have more fun.

Anyways, writing for being a cyborg.

>>2843264
Doesn't help because I'm co-currently running a quest at the same time.

>>2843264
That you, Hawktail?

>>2843264
Genetics

Let's turn this into I have no mouth and I must scream

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>>2843264
You shift uncomfortably as you wait for one of your captors to arrive, before turning your gaze down at your own new and unfamiliar form. Your arms and legs, once entirely flesh and bone have been replaced with carbon fiber limbs that respond perfectly but still feel absolutely alien to you.

Despite your discomfort with your new limbs you've already adapted perfectly to them and learned that you're significantly stronger and quicker than you ever could have been before your surgery. Almost as soon as you learned that, you also learned that they seem to have found a way to decrease that strength once you leave their damned tests.

Frustrating as you've found that development, it's been the first step towards learning what they've actually done to you. After a few secret, and several not so secret, tests, you think you've figured out what kind of augmentations they may have given you.

Choose three options. Additional options may be available in the future.
>Optical Replacement: Greatly enhanced vision, Telescopic focusing, Infrared vision, Natural HUD.
>Neurojack: Allows direct interface with compatible systems. [i.e. Patient's biometric scanners or jacking directly into a system network.]
>Wired Reflexes: Your central nervous system has been rewired so that you can react to almost anything quicker than you ever would have been able to before.
>Concealed Blades: While it appears to be restricted at the moment, you've noticed the seams that conceal what you're sure are deadly blades inside your arms.
>Cybernetic Respiratory System: Allows you to filter toxins out of the air as well as breath underwater and in oxygen-deprived environments for a short amount of time. Increases your endurance.
>Write-in.

>>2843349
Sure is. Figured this would be easier for everybody.

>Neurojack: Allows direct interface with compatible systems. [i.e. Patient's biometric scanners or jacking directly into a system network.]

>>2843446
>Wired Reflexes: Your central nervous system has been rewired so that you can react to almost anything quicker than you ever would have been able to before.
>Optical Replacement: Greatly enhanced vision, Telescopic focusing, Infrared vision, Natural HUD.
>Concealed Blades: While it appears to be restricted at the moment, you've noticed the seams that conceal what you're sure are deadly blades inside your arms.

Predator

>>2843446
>>Cybernetic Respiratory System: Allows you to filter toxins out of the air as well as breath underwater and in oxygen-deprived environments for a short amount of time. Increases your endurance.

>>2843446
>>Optical Replacement: Greatly enhanced vision, Telescopic focusing, Infrared vision, Natural HUD.
>>Wired Reflexes: Your central nervous system has been rewired so that you can react to almost anything quicker than you ever would have been able to before.
>>Cybernetic Respiratory System: Allows you to filter toxins out of the air as well as breath underwater and in oxygen-deprived environments for a short amount of time. Increases your endurance.

>>2843459
>>2843446
>Wired Reflexes: Your central nervous system has been rewired so that you can react to almost anything quicker than you ever would have been able to before.
>Concealed Blades: While it appears to be restricted at the moment, you've noticed the seams that conceal what you're sure are deadly blades inside your arms.

>>2843446
>Cybernetic Respiratory System: Allows you to filter toxins out of the air as well as breath underwater and in oxygen-deprived environments for a short amount of time. Increases your endurance.

>>2843446
>>Neurojack: Allows direct interface with compatible systems. [i.e. Patient's biometric scanners or jacking directly into a system network.]
>>Wired Reflexes: Your central nervous system has been rewired so that you can react to almost anything quicker than you ever would have been able to before.
>>Concealed Blades: While it appears to be restricted at the moment, you've noticed the seams that conceal what you're sure are deadly blades inside your arms.

>>2843446
I'm stupid
>Cybernetic Respiratory System: Allows you to filter toxins out of the air as well as breath underwater and in oxygen-deprived environments for a short amount of time. Increases your endurance.
>Wired Reflexes: Your central nervous system has been rewired so that you can react to almost anything quicker than you ever would have been able to before.
>Concealed Blades: While it appears to be restricted at the moment, you've noticed the seams that conceal what you're sure are deadly blades inside your arms.

Lotsa people did the same thing.

>>2843446
>>Optical Replacement: Greatly enhanced vision, Telescopic focusing, Infrared vision, Natural HUD.
>Neurojack: Allows direct interface with compatible systems. [i.e. Patient's biometric scanners or jacking directly into a system network.]
>Wired Reflexes: Your central nervous system has been rewired so that you can react to almost anything quicker than you ever would have been able to before.
>Cybernetic Respiratory System: Allows you to filter toxins out of the air as well as breath underwater and in oxygen-deprived environments for a short amount of time. Increases your endurance.

>>2843467
>>2843446
>Optical Replacement: Greatly enhanced vision, Telescopic focusing, Infrared vision, Natural HUD.
>Neurojack: Allows direct interface with compatible systems. [i.e. Patient's biometric scanners or jacking directly into a system network.]

>>2843446
>>Neurojack: Allows direct interface with compatible systems. [i.e. Patient's biometric scanners or jacking directly into a system network.]
>Concealed Blades: While it appears to be restricted at the moment, you've noticed the seams that conceal what you're sure are deadly blades inside your arms.
>Cybernetic Respiratory System: Allows you to filter toxins out of the air as well as breath underwater and in oxygen-deprived environments for a short amount of time. Increases your endurance.
this is space and dealing with different atmospheres seems useful

>Neurojack - 4
>Wired Reflexes - 6
>Optical Replacement - 4
>Concealed Blades - 4
>Cybernetic Respiratory System - 5

Alright, so Wired Reflexes and Iron Lungs. Gonna move to final destination vote for the last enhancement.

For the Neurojack - The thing that will allow you to connect to patients if they have a jack of their own, vote -
>1

For Optical Replacements, shiny new eyes that will help you see better and further. You'll also have infrared vision, vote -
>2

For the concealed blades, you know things that you stab people to death with, they're in your arms. I really shouldn't have to explain this one. Vote -
>3

>>2843529
>1

>>2843529
>Neurojack
>1

>>2843529
4

>>2843529
>2

>>2843529
>>1

>>2843529
>1

>>2843539
What the hell, me?

>>2843529
>1

>>2843534
>>2843538
>>2843548
>>2843552
>>2843563
Jack it.

>>2843540
Badass eyes.

>Writing.

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>>2843573
Your vision briefly flickers as your hand raises to brush the port on the back of your partially shaved head, grimacing as you feel the neurojack they installed there. You've seen similar cybernetics back on Earth, but none of them are as advanced as this one seems to be, assuming that you can trust anything those bastards say. A long sigh escapes your lips, though it takes you a few moments to take the next breath as you mull over the source of your new-found lung capacity. Truth be told, having an artificial respiratory system has proven dead useful in your more recent tests, but you still haven't properly adjusted to it yet.

Finally, you shake your head and push yourself up off the bed, taking a moment to stretch before sliding into your jumpsuit and boots, the only clothes the damned aliens have deigned to allow you. A small frown tugs at your lips as you glance back up and catch sight of yourself in the mirror and wonder, not for the first time if you'll ever see Earth again.

Before you can even stop yourself from following that line of thought, you find yourself thinking back to your life before being abducted. You were a young and talented emergency room doctor and, if you're being honest, you're more than a little proud of yourself for it. That said, as you reflect on your prior life, you find yourself thinking back to why you started pursuing medicine in the first place.

>Ambition. You've always wanted to be the best, it just so happens that you're particularly well suited for emergency medicine.
>Idealism. Ever since you were a young girl, you've wanted to help people. It seemed like bringing people back from the brink of death was the best way to do that.
>It just seemed like a good idea at the time. You had the aptitude for it, and it's what your parents had always wanted. Not to mention that you're a bit of an adrenaline junkie.
>Write-in.

>>2843680
>Idealism. Ever since you were a young girl, you've wanted to help people. It seemed like bringing people back from the brink of death was the best way to do that.
>It just seemed like a good idea at the time. You had the aptitude for it, and it's what your parents had always wanted. Not to mention that you're a bit of an adrenaline junkie.

>>2843680
>Ambition. You've always wanted to be the best, it just so happens that you're particularly well suited for emergency medicine.

>>2843680
>>Idealism. Ever since you were a young girl, you've wanted to help people. It seemed like bringing people back from the brink of death was the best way to do that.

>>2843680
>>Idealism. Ever since you were a young girl, you've wanted to help people. It seemed like bringing people back from the brink of death was the best way to do that.

>>2843680
>Idealism. Ever since you were a young girl, you've wanted to help people. It seemed like bringing people back from the brink of death was the best way to do that.

>>2843688
>>2843691
>>2843694
>>2843734
Idealism
>>2843688
Seemed like a good idea...
>>2843689
Ambition.

>Writing for hero mode.

>>2843745
Bit boring ngl, but if it's what the anons' wanted, who am I to complain

Soma?

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>>2843745
Really, when you think back on your decisions, you're confident that you chose the right path, there are people alive today that might not have been if you weren't there. With that thought in mind, you force a confident smile onto your face...your life may have changed forever but that doesn't change the fact that you will be leaving here today. After that...well, it's impossible to really tell what might happen yet, but at least you'll be free, and you can work forward from there.

A shrill alarm rings out in your containment unit, making you sit up ramrod straight and focus on the door as it slides open to reveal a pair of the guards that have been escorting you to the experiment chambers. A small shiver goes down your spine at the sight of the aliens, despite having long wrapped your head around the realization that the 'Greys' everybody always laughed about were actually real. "Stand up I-66." The closest guard says clearly, his voice echoing in the strange way it does, "Retrieve your water source and eye protection, and follow me."

You blink in surprise at the strange turn of events, normally they tell you what kind of experiment you're going to be subjected to, suddenly you realize that rather than the unarmored jumpsuit they previously to normally wore, these two are in some kind of body armor, you also don't miss the stun batons swinging menacingly from their belts. Clearly something is very different today...could they have found out your plan? What exactly would the punishment for something like that be?

>Follow their instructions. After all, you’re obviously in no position to take these guys, and you know from experience that those batons hurt like hell.
>Ask what’s going on. Try to see if they already know about your plan.
>Jump the closest one and try to steal his baton. It’s time to get the hell out of this place! Granted, you don’t know where this place is, nor do you have any idea what kind of security they might have set up, but you’ve got to try.
>Write-in.

>>2843822
>Ask what’s going on. Try to see if they already know about your plan.

>>2843822
>Follow their instructions. After all, you’re obviously in no position to take these guys, and you know from experience that those batons hurt like hell.

>>2843822
>Follow their instructions. After all, you’re obviously in no position to take these guys, and you know from experience that those batons hurt like hell.

>>2843822
>>Ask what’s going on. Try to see if they already know about your plan.

>>2843831
>>2843853
>>2843844
>>2843848
I'll put them together to keep things moving.

>>2843786
Also, no, but this isn't the first time somebody's confused me for him.

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>>2843869
Well...might as well listen to them. You'd rather not get the shit shocked out of you again, and it's not like you haven't proven that you can more than take care of yourself at this point.

Still, you eye the guards nervously as you move around your little 'home', looping your arms through the little alien camelpak that came along with your jumpsuit and the sunglasses clipped around your neckline. As soon as you've gathered up your gear the guards motion you out of the cell, shutting the door behind you. "Alright, move." The closest one grumbles as he takes off at a relatively slow pace down the hall.

An uncomfortable silence quickly descends over you and your escorts, broken only by your footsteps and whenever another alien passes by you. Suddenly one of your escorts taps the other on the shoulder and mutters something to him, the two of them seem to disagree about something before finally the first escort splits off down another hall.

Finally, having found what may be your only chance, you speak up. "So, uh, what's going on? What tests are on the table today?" You ask, adopting a friendly tone that both you and the alien know is bullshit. You can't imagine that there's a single human in this facility that's happy to be here, not unless they don't know about what's really going on..

The alien glances at you quirking his face in what you think is an equivalent to raising a skeptical eyebrow, before looking forward again. "No tests on you today, Human. The board is convening to decide what to do with you. They're likely going to process you." He explains shortly. You're not sure you like the sound of that...maybe you could push him for more info, but he doesn't seem to be particularly talkative.

>Push anyways. I don't care what kind of mood he's in, I want to know what's happening.
>Stay silent. You doubt bothering him further will get you anywhere, and you'll probably find out what's going on soon anyways.
>Processing? That sounds bad...that baton's looking pretty tempting right now.
>Write-in.

>>2843916
>Push anyways. I don't care what kind of mood he's in, I want to know what's happening.

>>2843916
>Push anyways. I don't care what kind of mood he's in, I want to know what's happening.

>>2843925
>>2843928
Push it.

>Writing.

>>2843916
>Push anyways. I don't care what kind of mood he's in, I want to know what's happening.>>2843916

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>>2843958
This isn't exactly what you'd had in mind when you woke up today. What the hell changed since your last test that made them decide to do an evaluation? Assuming it is an eval. of course...they could just be convening to decide what kind execution you could be having. Which of course brings you to whatever the hell your asshole guard meant by 'processing'.

Looking at him, you have to clench your teeth to resist the temptation to hit him with a barrage of questions about what the hell's going on, though ultimately you fail to contain yourself and stop in the hallway, crossing your arms over your chest defiantly as the guard looks back towards you in bewilderment. "I-66, come o-"

Your eye twitches in annoyance at the use of your number, though you manage to redirect your frustration into bullheaded stubborness, "I'm not going anywhere until you explain what's going on. You said something about processing, what's that mean?"

The K'tulu's forehead flashes a dangerous yellow at your questioning, before slowly fading into a blue as he takes another long look at you, "Alright...fine, the board is planning on releasing you today. I really can't tell you much more than that, Human, a lot is happening right now and, to be honest I wasn't supposed to tell you this much." He mutters quickly, before grabbing you by the shoulder and pulling you alongside him again, "Now get moving...the last thing either of us needs is to make the board angry.

You initially stumble as you start walking again, though thankfully you don't have to deal with your grumpy escort much longer before he comes to a stop outside of a particularly ornate door. He taps just behind his ear once, activating his subdermal communicator, "Ma'am, I've got I-66 outside the board room now." Judging by the pause he received a response. "Yes...no, I only informed her that she's meeting the board today." The guard shoots a nervous glance towards you before nodding, "I...yes, Ma'am. I'm sending her in now." He replies, his voice just as professional as it was when he opened the channel, though the second he taps his ear again you hear a low grumble.

You shift apprehensively as he turns his attention back to you, "Alright, Human, when I let you through go directly to the desk. Don't speak unless spoken to, don't assume anything...and try not to do anything stupid." He tells you, his voice once again gruff, though he seems to give you a pitying stare as the door slides open. "Good luck..."

Well...that's not forboding at all.
>Thank him, step through the door.
>Ignore him and just get this over with. It's not like he's bothered to show you any courtesy until just now.
>Write-in.

>>2844008
>Ignore him and just get this over with. It's not like he's bothered to show you any courtesy until just now.

>>2844008
>Thank him, step through the door.

>>2844008
>>Ignore him and just get this over with. It's not like he's bothered to show you any courtesy until just now.

>>2844008
>>Thank him, step through the door.

Right...so, next one gets it.

>>2844053
>Thank him, step through the door.

This one?

>>2844056
Yep.
>Writing to be nice.

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>>2844060
You swallow thickly, licking your lips nervously, and glance at your escort, giving him an uncomfortable smile, "Uh...thanks."

The pale guard shakes his head, waving you through the door quickly, "Go on, Human." He mutters, though he certainly seems less hostile than before. Well, better than nothing, you guess. Alright, might as well get in there and get this over with.

You walk through the door, jumping slightly when it snaps shut behind you, and start walking purposefully towards the gleaming table sat in front of a large window showcasing the barren desert outside. It's impossible to miss the five aliens behind the table, each of them rigidly postured, despite the comfy-looking chairs they're sitting in. You stop a few steps away from the table, feeling your heart pounding in your chest as they stare you down.

Finally one of your captors breaks the silence, her warbling voice echoing in the room."I-66, welcome. Please take a seat." She says, her tone unreadable, as she indicates the chair that just rose from the floor next to you.

What do you do?
>Go ahead and sit down, no reason not to.
>You're more comfortable standing, thanks...
>Ask why you're here, and what's changed so suddenly?
>Write-in.

>>2844079
>>Ask why you're here, and what's changed so suddenly?
we are the inquisitive type

>>2844079
Both
>You're more comfortable standing, thanks...
>Ask why you're here, and what's changed so suddenly?

The other guy was just doing his job, these fuckers are in charge, right?

>>2844087
This

>>2844087
>>2844094
Row row fight the power!

>>2844081
Questions.

>Writing.

>>2844127
You glance at the chair, eying it with more than a little suspicion...it was here when you walked in and generally speaking most of their furniture seems to be rather uncomfortable. Not to mention, there's a voice in the back of your head that's certain that the stool is just another way to monitor you. The board member that asked you to sit clears her throat, gesturing to the chair, "I assure you, it's not going to hurt you, Human."

Yeah...that's that. "I think I'd prefer to stand, thanks..." You shoot back, not bothering to hide your dislike for her.

She merely sniffs as she interacts with her console. Moments later the chair has sunk back beneath the floor, "Very well, suit yourself, Human."

"I will." You reply confidently, unable to hide your smirk as you see her and the rest of the board straighten up even further. Clearly they're not particularly happy at your treatment of them, though given the state of your life for the last several months, you're not thrilled with them either. Still, it might not have been such a great idea to piss them off like that, given what that guard said.

A few tense moments of silence pass through the room before the board-woman speaks up again, her tone clipped, "It would benefit you to avoid angering this board, I-66. We are, after all, here to discuss what to do with you since we've concluded our studies of you."

Your eyes widen slightly, excitement flooding them at their words, even with your prior warning. Well, guess that answers one of the questions that you wanted to ask, but it definitely brings another one to the forefront of your mind. "You know, speaking of your studies, I'd really like to know what the hell you were doing?! I had a life before you decided I'd make a good guinea pig! Granted, if you'd ASKED I might have went on a little adventure with you, but that's beside the point! And I haven't even gotten started on the cybernetics, you fucks! Where the hell do you get off on that?!" You unload on the aliens, making sure to make eye contact with each one as you point towards the group as a whole.

A few of the board members, including the apparent spokeswoman, lean back in surprise at your outburst, but your 'friend' is the first to recover, "That's it. I've had just about enou-" She shoots back, only to be interrupted by one of the aliens to her right.

"Now, hold on, Jkara. The human does have a point...she could have worded it better." He says, glancing at you to emphasize his point, "But there's a reason why the senate demanded that we halt our experiments, and we do owe her a full explanation."

>[Cont]

>>2844170
The spokeswoman shoots a poisonous look towards her colleague, but it seems like it's too late for her as the other members of the board are nodding in agreement with your 'supporter'. She sighs, conceding defeat, "Fine. But if you want to tell her then YOU can be spokesman. I have no more desire to talk to the ape." She spits out, her eyes burning in disgust as she turns her gaze back on you.

Well, it looks like you're finally going to learn what's the hell's going on here...seems like that was unnecessary though.
>Tell her that the feeling's mutual.
>Ignore her. You're getting what you want, and to be honest you really don't like her either.
>Stick your tongue out at her and waggle your fingers in a mocking fashion.
>Write-in

>>2844172
>>Ignore her. You're getting what you want, and to be honest you really don't like her either

>>2844172
>Ignore her. You're getting what you want, and to be honest you really don't like her either.

We're a doctor, we are above her petty shit.

>>2844172
>>Ignore her. You're getting what you want, and to be honest you really don't like her either.

>>2844181
>>2844182
>>2844225
>Be the bigger person. But seriously, fuck her.

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>>2844232
The frustration that's been building for the last however many months since you were abducted feels like it's about to boil over, and this lady is not helping one bit. For a moment you consider returning her snooty attitude before ultimately deciding to ignore her obvious attempt to bait a response. Instead you turn your full attention to the new spokesman as he clears his throat.

"Very well then..." He mutters, obviously just as unimpressed with her attitude as you are, "To start answering your question, Human, I'll tell you that initially our interest in you personally is of little importance in comparison to our interest in your people as a whole. When we fist discovered your planet, it was almost immediately labeled a class six planet." He says, pausing to let that sink in.

You stare at him impassively for a few moments before shrugging and motioning for him to go on, "And that means....what exactly?"

The former spokeswoman scoffs at your question, though she's quickly silenced by a harsh look from the spokesman before he continues...slowly, as if he's trying to explain a simple math problem to you. "A class six world is on the border of being a death planet, Human. They have a very wide range of climates and extreme weather events, a higher gravity than normal, the wildlife is usually very hostile and includes a larger than average amount of apex predators, and, above all else, they very rarely play host to any species that has evolved meaningful sapience."

You stare at him in disbelief for a few moments before shaking your head, "Okay..so you made a mistake while classifying Earth then, big deal. Care to explain why you bothered to kidnap me now?"

The board stares back at you, clearly unamused by your retort, though it seems that they'd heard similar remarks before, as the spokesman lets out a strange, warbling, sigh before shaking his head. "We didn't make a mistake human. Your world is a class six planet, there's no doubt about it at all." You open your mouth to interrupt, but before you get to it he continues, "I understand your confusion, I assure you. While it is extremely rare for a sapient species to evolve on such a planet it's not unheard of and, without fail, every time they enter the galactic stage they are surprised to learn that their home planets are considered dangerous."

There's not really much you can say about that...to be honest what he's saying does make at least some sense. "Alright, fine. Let's say that Earth is what you say it is. That still doesn't explain-"

>[Cont.]

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>>2844258
The spokesman cuts you off again, "I was getting to that, Human. As I said when we first discovered Earth we classified it as a dangerous planet, but it also had many habitable zones, and was a high priority for potential colonization. However when we got there it turned out that your species was already there and were, in fact, in the midst of what we believe you call World War One. We deemed it unwise to reveal ourselves at the time, particularly as before we even completed our initial analysis you had already had another global conflict and we were there to witness your species not only split the atom but you actually USED those weapons on your yourselves! Twice!"

You shift uncomfortably beneath the eyes of the board, well when they put it that way..."Yeah, it wasn't exactly our finest moment." You mutter, receiving nods from a few of the board members.

"Perhaps not, but it did prove that you were willing to take extreme measures to end a conflict that had destroyed many lives and, if it continued, would destroy many more. We are not here to judge your race, Human, nor do we have any room to do so. At this point, however, we were quite ready to leave you to your own destruction, though some of our researchers managed to convince our heads of state that it may be worthwhile to watch your nearly inevitable downfall."

"Imagine our surprise, then, when you not only didn't bring about your own destruction, but managed to achieve simple space-flight and a lunar landing within just two and half decades. As both your people on Earth and our people watched you take your first steps on your moon, our heads of state demanded that we begin anatomical and psychological experiments immediately."

You feel a small shiver run up your spine at that last part. His tone had a definite sense of apprehension, that's for sure.
>Ask him why they started studying them.
>Stay silent, he'll probably continue here soon anyways.
>You have a bad feeling that you know where this is going...
>"Why are you telling me this?"

>>2844263
>Ask him why they started studying them.

>>2844263
>Ask him why they started studying them.

>>2844263
>>Ask him why they started studying them.

>>2844272
>>2844277
>>2844286
Questions.

>>2844369
"Alright, so the twentieth century was a bit of a rough one, none of us ever denied that. You still haven't explained why you thought it was okay to carve me up, either...so go ahead, what could possibly be a good enough reason for doing this to us?" You spit back, resentment flashing in your eyes at the cool analysis of your species.

After a few long moments of silence the spokesman lets out another warbling sigh, seeming to be less than thrilled about continuing on. "Before I go on, I must impress on you that when this call was made, we were at war with a particularly viscous race called the Letans. We were not faring well at all and the fear of you developing your space-flight faster than we had anticipated seemed like a legitimate threat at the time." His shoulders droop slightly, while the other members of the board shift uncomfortably, even the loud-mouthed lady. "Originally the plan was to study you as a threat evaluation, though as your "space race" ended that gave way to curiosity on how you had evolved on such a planet, and how it may have affected your culture enough to influence you to detonate so many nuclear weapons within your own atmosphere. While I would like to be able to say that we were subtle, the truth is that we were exceedingly hasty. Which, of course, lead to the rash of 'UFO' sightings in the decades following your lunar landing. Once basic anatomy and psychology was completed we were instructed to take our quota of abductions down to a significantly smaller number."

You raise an eyebrow at his explanation, you're not exactly thrilled at the revelation that you were picked up to help evaluate the threat Earth posed, especially given how fearful of you many of the scientists and guards seemed, but it does make a certain kind of sense, you suppose. "Well...I guess it could be worse." You say carefully, though given the grim look from the spokesman, it appears that you may have spoken too soon.

"That would depend on your point of view." He replies slowly, "While I would like to say that you and your people were merely captured in the interest of self-defense, that would be stretching the truth too far. Lately there have been several proponents within our military that we uplift your race and arm you, in an attempt to absorb you into our government."

"On one level this made sense, given your species' natural durability paired with the display of resourcefulness and ability to adapt to a changing ecosystem. Unfortunately in addition to those positive qualities, you also display a very prominent stubbornness, to the point that it was deemed a lost cause to convert you to soldiers. There would be too many rebellions for it to even approach being a profitable venture.

>[Cont.]

>>2844425
MOTHERFUC-

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>>2844425
The sinking feeling that you felt before seems to return with a vengeance, though now it's accompanied by a healthy dose of outrage. So basically they were wanting to turn you and whoever the hell else they picked up into their personal henchmen? And if that failed, you'd still be slaves?! Screw that!

The spokesman appears to notice your disapproval and raises his hand in a calming motion, before you have the chance to speak out against him, "I understand if you are upset, Human. You are not the first of your species that I have had to speak to recently, and I assure you that there will be many more after you. You see, as you may have heard me mention before, the Galactic Senate, what would be the equivalent to your United Nations has demanded that we cease all studies on your species immediately and release all Humans currently within our captivity. And so that brings us to where we are now, discussing the terms of your release. We are willing to offer you a sum of fifteen-thousand credits, a standard survival kit developed for Humans, the choice of two items from our armory, and passage off this world. All we ask for in return is that you sign a non-disclosure agreement regarding the details of the experiments you participated in."

The flurry of information pushed towards you so suddenly after the relatively calm explanation from the spokesman slightly overwhelms you at first, though after a few moments to process process the information, you're pretty sure you understand what's going on here.

From what you can tell, it seems like the practice of abducting people from different races is frowned upon by this Galactic Senate, go figure, and your 'hosts' went and got themselves caught with their hands in the cookie jar. You consider the agreement they're offering offering, and really you have to admit that while you're wary of this non-disclosure agreement, it may be worth it just to get the hell out of this place. Hell, they already went and shaved half your head, tattooed a freaking label and bar code on it, and carved you up in order to shove a bunch of unidentified alien cybernetics! Of course if they're going to let you go then maybe you can just convince them to take you home, after all they did promise you passage off the planet, and what good would telling anybody about that time you were abducted by aliens do on Earth?

Regardless of your choice, roll 3d10.
>Accept the deal as is.
>This seems a little fishy...ask for more info about the agreement.
>Haggle for more, after all you've dealt with that's simply not enough.
>Just ask for them to take you back to Earth.
>Write-in.

Rolled 3, 6, 5 = 14 (3d10)

>>2844457
>This seems a little fishy...ask for more info about the agreement.

Rolled 10, 2, 1 = 13 (3d10)

>>2844457
>Haggle for more, after all you've dealt with that's simply not enough.
>This seems fishy...ask for more info about the agreement.

>>2844457
>>This seems a little fishy...ask for more info about the agreement.

Rolled 8, 6, 7 = 21 (3d10)

>>2844485

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I'm probably gonna head to bed for the night. I'll try and put out a post before work tomorrow, otherwise, I'll be posting in the evening CST. I'm gonna get a twitter going soon and I'll post session times there in GMT, along with a link to the thread.

Anyways, good night everybody, hope that you're having fun, and I'm looking forward to picking back up later.

>>2844501
Thanks for running.

>>2844501
Wait, so we didn't get to decide gender?

Rolled 2, 3, 5 = 10 (3d10)

>>2844501
Thanks for running, good night

In time

>This seems a little fishy...ask for more info about the agreement.

>>2844507
Pretty sure the MC is a lady, judging by the pics. I hope we get to name her, though.

So, apparently as far as these aliens are concerned, the price of completely disrupting somebody's life is a thousand bucks, a couple of shiny gadgets, and the exact thing that they were forced to do in the first place. On top of all that, they're wanting you to sign some kind of NDA. Screw this, don't trust any of these assholes as far as you can throw them. "Yeah, look, I don't know how many people you've actually managed to con into taking that deal, but I'm not buying it. You can just take me back to Earth, I'm not interested in playing your games."

The spokeswoman from earlier snorts in amusement at your demand, "I told you, J'hon, it's always the same with these Humans. They've poisoned their air, dumped waste in the water supply, are constantly fighting, and still they want to go back. I say we let her run back to her barbaric world. I think it suits her."

Good god, this woman is horrible. How the hell did she even get this position in the first place? You're tempted to put her in her place but, as before, remember that you're easily above her. "It's out of the question, Human. The Fulvori Convention forbids initiating first contact with a pre-FTL race. While we regretably have broken these conventions in the past, we are determined that we will abide by them to the letter now. Unfortunately that also means that you are similarly forbidden from returning to your home world until they make a public first contact with another race with membership in the senate."

Those two-faced bastards...of course they're not going to let you go home. After all if they did then even people who'd ignored it before wouldn't be able to deny the evidence of extra-terrestrial life. So it looks like you're stuck with this deal then. You let out a frustrated sigh as you take the few steps towards the desk the board members are sitting behind, making a couple of them scramble backwards, though they stop as you roll your eyes and grab the tablet with the NDA on it off the table.

"First off, I'm not agreeing to anything until I read this thing." You mutter bitterly, scanning over the contract with practiced eyes. The thing is absolutely riddled with legalise, though given the amount of crap that you've had to read through when you signed on at St. Luke's you manage to cut through it with minimal difficulty. On first glance it's a fairly basic NDA, saying that you can't voluntarily give out information on what occurred to you within these facilities to anybody who isn't already aware. It also mentions that you cannot use any of your experiences while under K'tulu custody in order to take legal action on your own part, however if authorities request information, you may violate the contract without consequences. A breach of contract, assuming they found out about it, would make you liable for a law-suit from the K'tulu, though they don't specify what that might mean.

>[Cont.]

>>2844994
Overall, it looks like they're trying to rip you off, but as far as the NDA goes it doesn't seem like there's any doublespeak that will ruin you at least. You shake your head and toss the tablet back down to the desk, "Funny how when people like you get caught breaking the law they try and bribe their victims into silence. At least on Earth they usually try and make it worth our while." You spit out, letting the board members see just how disgusted you are with them. "If I'm going to sign that thing then I want more than you're offering. I seriously doubt that a fifteen-thousand credits is going to get me very far, your rations taste like shit, I know, and the crap you're offering from your armory is probably second-hand stuff from dead soldiers. Seems like your style anyways."

The board sits in shocked silence at your accusations for a few moments before they finally recover, most of them leveling a disapproving glare at you, including the spokesman. "I assure you, Human, that the deal we're offering you is very fair." He states, despite the fact that it's obviously not. Before you can interrupt, however, he continues, "That said, though, if it will get you to accept our contract, then I have been authorized to offer you an additional five-hundred credits and another item of your choice from our armory. That IS, however, my final offer. If you refuse then you will simply be released from captivity as you are, and with no passage off the planet.

Well...you're clearly still being thrown under the bus here, but it seems like he's fairly serious about this. [Roll 3d10]
>Accept the offer.
>Decline, try to haggle some more.
>Decline, demand that they return you to Earth.

Rolled 10, 10, 7 = 27 (3d10)

>>2844996
>Accept the offer.

>>2844996
>>Accept the offer.

I don't want to sign the NDA REEEEEEEE

I wonder how much I would get by suing you

Rolled 6, 11, 19 = 36 (3d20)

>>2844996
>I want a lawyer

As a sapient species, I invoke my right to know what rights I am entitled too

Eithee they give us a lawyer or it scares the crap out of them and they give us more

Rolled 1, 1, 10 = 12 (3d10)

>>2845096
Let me correct that

Rolled 3, 1, 4 = 8 (3d10)

>>2845071
kek

>>2844996
>>2845096
+1
>>2845098
With a roll like that?

>>2844996
>>Decline, try to haggle some more.

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>>2844996
>Accept the offer.
"You know lady, for all your shit talk about how we developed you aren't all that different from a Human. That arrogant, self important attitude would fit right in with some snobby rich girls I knew back on Earth.

I'm actually disappointed how similar life out here is to Earth. All the fantastical ideas I had about life in space and here I am signing NDAs and arguing about lawsuits like I would back on my home planet. Damn shame."

>>2845096
If we can get into contact with a lawyer then we can let him know of our situation and have "it" help us sue them plus provide a ride off planet. We'll offer him half of our winnings.

Rolled 9, 5, 6 = 20 (3d10)

>>2844996
>>Accept the offer.

>>2845096
Support this

Rolled 6, 10, 2 = 18 (3d10)

>>2844996
>>Decline, try to haggle some more.

Staring straight at the spokesman... "I was actually going to ask for some lab space and access to board woman Jkara for a few weeks. I will need to brush up on my profession since I can NO LONGER RETURN HOME.

Ask for a ship + pilot.
Negotiate down to bodyguard + vip treatment.
Must ask for detailed DETAILED information on what they did to me/us/her.

>>2845096
guys I want to point out that if we ask for a lawyer they will probably just dispose of us since that are the only ones here and have the ability to dampen our implants right now.

Plus I figure we have the best deal we are going to get since its either take it and leave or dont take it/haggle and probably be either killed or dropped in the wilderness somewere with no supplies

You shift your weight as you stare up at the panel of judges with disappointment, "That's the best you can do. Really? You're some kind've supposedly advanced civilization and yet you can't take me home, despite having been the ones to kidnap me, I might add. Not only that, but the best offer you can make to me for uprooting my entire life and mutilating my body is fifteen-thousand bucks and a peek into whatever kind of shit you're trying to get rid of? You know what, screw this, you fucks have laws, right?" You pause for a moment, staring at them expectantly, but are met with stunned silence, "You said something about a galactic senate or whatever. If you're going to be this petty with me...I demand, as a sapient species, the right to know my rights. I want a lawyer, and I want time to go over this NDA with them."

The board's stunned silence continues for several seconds longer, leaving you staring up at them defiantly, however it doesn't even take you that long to realize that your demands may not have had the desired outcome as you see the amused smirk curling across the former spokeswoman's lips, "Perhaps any of that would be true, Human, if you belonged to a Sapient species."

An ice cold weight descends upon you as a couple of soft chuckles echo through the room, "If you would avoid antagonizing our guest, I'm afraid that you may have been misinformed as to your...status in galactic civilization." The spokesman sighs tiredly, adopting that same 'kindergarten teacher' tone from before, "It's an easy mistake to make, of course, however only species which have invented a drive capable of faster than light travel are judged as sapient. So...under the legal definition, Humans are not sapient that's not to say you aren't people of course, but sapient rights don't apply to you."

You clench your fists furiously as you stare up at the aliens and find yourself grateful, for the first time, that your limbs have been replaced, otherwise you're certain you would have collapsed from that particular bombshell. Regardless of your absolute disgust with your abductors they all seem fairly pleased with themselves. "So, with all that in mind, would you care to reconsider our offer?"

Embarrassment and rebellion well up inside you, and you're incredibly tempted to let it out on the smug bastards, but you manage to push it down for now and instead step forward, adopting a clinically disinterested tone as you look down at the tablet. "Fine...I'll sign, but clearly under duress. I'd also like to point out that this...not just the NDA but all of this is a particularly shitty first contact. Also, if I'm going to sign this, then I want some kind of galactic codex or something too. You know, something that'll help me avoid getting killed, or raped, or sold into another slave ring in a week."

>[Cont.]

>>2846782
If the comparison to him being a slaver bothers the spokesman, he doesn't show it. In fact he merely waves you off, as if it isn't a concern, "Of course. It's a standard part of your survival kit. We've even included all of the information we've gathered on your race, something that won't hit the extranet for another three days."

You clench your jaw at the flippant way he's talking about dumping information on an entire race onto the galactic equivalent to the internet before they even develop FTL travel, but ultimately you bite your tongue and sign the tablet with an angry flourish. "There. I signed your damned, contract. Is there anything else you need me to do, Sir?" You ask, sarcasm practically oozing from your tone.

The spokesman shakes his head and waves you off again as he stands up, followed quickly by the rest of the board. Apparently now that he's managed to get what he wanted from you, he doesn't deem you worthy of his attention. "Not at the present moment, no. Your escort will arrive shortly to take you to the armory where you will choose your gear and collect your survival kit. You will then be escorted to the space port and instructed to wait there until the time of your transport's arrival. You will be traveling with a few other humans that have signed similar agreements to yours. Also you will be required to fully fill out the immigration and registration forms before your transport arrives. If you do not do so then you will not be allowed to board the transport and we will not be responsible for your well-being past that point."

Your eyes widen at the sudden influx of demands from the spokesman, though before you can respond to a single one of them, the entire board exits the room, leaving you to seethe on your own, though the guard comes to fetch you faster than you had expected. He quickly shuffles you out of the room and into the hall. While he remains quiet, you think you might see what you think is a smirk on his face, though you're not sure what it is that he's amused about. The silence carries on until the two of you come to a stop in front of a heavy-looking metal door and you see your escort tap his ear twice, just as he done to activate his radio before. "Sergeant, I-66 is at the armory. Roger, we'll wait for you here."

You quirk an eyebrow at the alien's significantly more open behavior around you as he turns to you. "That was quite a show you put on, Human. It's not often that we get to see somebody put those cloacas in their places like that." He congratulates you, a sharp-toothed grin spreading across his face at your questioning expression. A few seconds later his smile fades slightly and he glances around suspiciously before sliding his bag off his back. "Hey, look, I'm not supposed to do this kind of thing, but one of the other guards wanted me to give this to you. She asked me to tell you she made it herself, in regards to your performance during your last simulation."

[Cont.]

>>2846782
That's it, let's put our idealism in overdrive and revolution this shit

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>>2846797
Curiosity wells up in your chest as you try to decipher his reasoning for shoving this scarf towards you, and you're still unclear on who this person that made it is, but all of that stops mattering the second that you look down at it in your hands. You can immediately tell that whoever made this took great time and care, in fact it almost looks like it could have been hand stitched if it weren't for the absolute delicacy of the patterns. As you raise it up to get a better view you notice the deep red and black shimmer slightly, almost as if it were bending the light around it just a little.

Finally, slowly, you look back up towards the guard who looks to be watching you with simultaneous caution and admiration, "I don't know what you could have possibly done to earn that, Human, but I trust her judgement. If she thinks you deserves it, you've got my respect."

You're really not sure how to respond to something like this...you're automatically suspicious of just about anything your abductors are offering you in the first place. This though? It's clear that the gift has meaning, and that somebody put a lot of work into making it specially for you...not that you have any idea why.

>Accept it. After all, it's rude to refuse a gift and it IS a beautiful scarf.
>Ask about it. Obviously your escort knows something about the significance of this gift.
>Politely decline. You're flattered, but you're not comfortable accepting a gift from somebody you don't know.
>Decline. No, you don't want it. Tell him to give it back to her.

>>2846811
>Accept it. After all, it's rude to refuse a gift and it IS a beautiful scarf.
Better take what we can get in our situation.

>>2846811
>>Ask about it. Obviously your escort knows something about the significance of this gift.

>>2846811
>>Accept it. After all, it's rude to refuse a gift and it IS a beautiful scarf.

>>2843194 wait are we the Strange Love Child of Doc and that punk girl

>>2846811
>>Accept it. After all, it's rude to refuse a gift and it IS a beautiful scarf.

Wait, I've seen this quest before. Fuck, these updates are almost the same, where do I remember this from?

>>2846811
>>Accept it. After all, it's rude to refuse a gift and it IS a beautiful scarf.
>>Ask about it. Obviously your escort knows something about the significance of this gift.


I told you guys, we have already been accepted in the Resistance! Fight the POWAH! Fuck the boardroom aliens.

>>2846811
>Accept it. After all, it's rude to refuse a gift and it IS a beautiful scarf.
>>Ask about it. Obviously your escort knows something about the significance of this gift.

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>>2847010
Wouldn't worry too much about it, but once we're out of the opening it'll open up a bit. In the meantime, no snitching! It ruins the fun for everybody.

>>2846969
It's an unintended possibility. I didn't think I could re-enter the proper headspace for GQ's cast be I thought that being a medic added a lot to the quest.

Also, also here's the twitter I promised you.
https://twitter.com/AdrianHawktail

>>2846811
>>Accept it. After all, it's rude to refuse a gift and it IS a beautiful scarf.
>>Ask about it. Obviously your escort knows something about the significance of this gift.

>>2847207
wait, if there is a prequel I would like to read it later, maybe give us the link after the intro

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You turn the scarf over in your hands again, marveling at it as you mull over the guard's words. "I'm...flattered...I think. But, I'm really not sure who this is from, or what I could have done to warrant a gift like this. The way you're talking about it makes it sound like there's some kind of significance around it.

The alien lets out a warbling chuckle, "Well, that's the way she wanted it, isn't it?" He asks, only to grin in amusement as you level an annoyed stare at him, "Generally a gift like this is reserved for close friends, though occasionally they're given as an offer of friendship or to ask for forgiveness from somebody that's been slighted. Well...that's not entirely true. The normal colors for that would be blue and purple, the red and black is usually reserved for either great warriors or an offer of a more...intimate relationship."

You blink in surprise at the explanation, only for an intense panic to rise up from your chest at his suggestion that the scarf could be from some weirdo, "I, uh..."

Your discomfort must have shown on your face, because the guard simply chuckles again and shakes his head, "I wouldn't worry about that last part, I-66, from what I can tell, she's more a fan of your prowess as a warrior than anything else."

Well...that clears things up a little, at least you hope so. Anyways, if it's so important to these people then you might as well keep it, besides that, it's a nice enough scarf, and it's not like you've got much else to your name at this point. If all else fails you could always try and use it as a towel, right? You shrug and wrap it loosely around your neck, letting the end of it hang loosely over your shoulder, drawing an approving nod from the guard, "Good, good, I'm sure she'll be happy to learn that you accepted it."

You open your mouth to reply, though before you get the words out you're distracted by the sound of brisk footsteps approaching you from further down the hall. Both you and your escort turn to look at the new-comer, only for the guard to snap to attention, "Good afternoon, Sergeant."

The Sergeant waves off your escort, "That's not necessary, G'las, and you know it." She replies, her tone a strange mixture of annoyance and affection, before turning to look at you. "I-66, you're..." Her voice trails off as she catches sight of the scarf wrapped around your neck, a strange glow lighting up across the ridge on her forehead, "You're certainly making interesting fashion choices, Human." She mutters, before shaking her head and continuing, as if trying to pretend that she'd never faltered in the first place. "As I was saying, I-66, the board has granted you access to our armory, and has informed me that you are to be allowed your choice of any three pieces of gear. You will also receive a standard survival kit produced for your species, as well as the immigration and registration paperwork that you will be expected to fill out prior to your departure. Do you understand?"

>[cont.]

>>2847261
yup, we are gonna tap some alien pussy, it was from a girl alien right? alien yuri route set

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>>2847261
You shrug, nodding your head in acceptance, "Yeah, that sounds right." You reply, before turning your attention back to your escort as the Sergeant steps forward to open the armory door. "Anyways, make sure to tell whoever made the scarf that I appreciate it. It's definitely well made, I like it."

Oddly enough you notice that the bioluminescence the Sergeant displayed before has made a vicious comeback when you turn back towards the vault as it slides open open. A heavy gust of air rushes over you, revealing a room dark room with several gleaming weapons hanging on the wall, along with a small handful of what look like environmental suits and riot gear armor. Truth be told, the nerd inside of you is jumping for joy at the sight of so many cool looking toys and gadgets littering the room, though you do notice that the place seems a little emptier than would be normal, not that you've got all that much experience with armories, but still. As you step through the door and enter the vault properly you notice that your observation was correct...from the outside it seemed like the place was packed with gear, but once you get inside you realize that it was an optical illusion, most of the gear was stacked up on that one side of the room, obviously meant to grab your attention.

You quirk an eyebrow at the trick, glancing around the room more thoroughly in an attempt to try and find anything that stands out among the various weapons and, now that you've had a chance to look closer at them, rag-tag suits. It takes you a few moments, but after a picking through the gear on display you've found a few things that managed to truly catch your eye.

The first thing you notice almost makes you wet your pants, "Is that power armor?" You ask excitedly as your eyes light up like a kid on Christmas day as you stare at the armored jumpsuit sequestered away in the corner behind the door. Even if it isn't what you think it is, it's obvious that whoever arranged the armory didn't want you finding it.

Your escort looks at you in confusion, though it's the Sergeant that responds to you, a somewhat skeptical tone to her voice, "No...it's a combat engineer's jumpsuit. To be honest it's kind of a relic, it's mostly here in case we need a lightly armored environmental suit, though it does have some interesting functions to it." She pauses for a moment, a quizical look crossing her face. “What exactly is power armor, anyways?” She asks curiously.

A small part of you dies inside, your shoulders sagging a little at he answer, though you do take the time to answer her before turning back to the rest of the armory. "Well...you know. It's power armor, the kind of stuff space marines and mercenaries wear? I mean, I guess that I don't really need the strength enhancing anymore...but it would still be cool." You explain slowly, clearly somewhat deflated by her answer.

>[Cont.]

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>>2847272
Your guide blinks in surprise before letting out a small chuckle, "Oh...yeah, that? Well...I guess that technically that thing's a really light version of power armor then. Like she said though, it's pretty old. One of the scientists told me that they made it for your species back about...I think it would have been the 1980's for you?" He explains, smirking as he sees you perk back up a little, though you still turn your attention back to the weapons table.

You have to poke through it for a little while before you find anything else interesting enough to distract you from the suit. Eventually, though you do manage to stumble across what looks like a pistol, particularly blocky-looking rifle, a strange some-what curved cylinder with a hand grip, and, for whatever strange reason, a glowing bow, complete with a quiver filled with some odd looking arrows.

>Ask for some info about the gear.
>Screw that, you already know what you want, you don't need these people to help you.
>Write-in.

>>2847275
>>Ask for some info about the gear.

>>2847275
>>Ask for some info about the gear.
ask about the bow, pistol and rifle, what punch do they carry.

we can pick 3 right? I say the suit is a given since it's good to have an EVA, one weapon we chose and then we can ask she for an advice on the 3rd item, she seems to know things better than us

ask her to help us change in the suit, we are between girls after all, kek

>>2847254 not so much a prequel as a first attempt at this

>>2847272
>>Ask for some info about the gear

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>>2847254
Personally, I recommend against it. It's less of a prequel and more that this is a full reboot of an old thing. I'm excited for it, the quest will really get started once you figure out where you're going.

As for everybody else, it's time for me to get ready for work. Update in the evening!

>>2847275
>>Ask for some info about the gear.

>>2847275
>>Ask for some info about the gear.
Like ammunition and maintenance requirements.
We don’t want to be like some African dictator taken in by all the tanks and jets that the Russians are pushing only to realize later that military hardware is just expensive lawn ornaments without ammo, fuel, spare parts, and the trained mechanics to actually keep them running.

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>>2847275
>>Ask for some info about the gear.

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>>2848600
Your gaze lingers on the crimson suit for several moments longer before turning your attention back towards the rest of the armory, "Well...I'll definitely be interested in some more info on that soon, but first...what about all the rest of this? I mean, obviously you've got the weapons here but what about the manuals and ammo?"

It's clear from what you perceive as a longing look on your escort's face that he'd be more than happy to explain all of your questions, unfortunately for him the Sergeant makes her way to the table first, letting out the tired sigh of somebody that has had to repeatedly answer the same questions. "Well, let's start here." He starts, picking the pistol up in order to show it off better, "This is a MK.2 Centurion pistol, it takes standard kinetic rounds, but it also has an adapter that adds an electric charge to the round as it's fired. Largely the adapter is meant to be used against shields, but they do make less than lethal rounds for it that will allow you to use them as a sort of sticky shock round, that's usually used by law enforcement and bounty hunters, if they're trying to bring their targets in alive at least." She offers you a grim smile as you simply nod in understanding, before setting the weapon down in order to focus on the next, "Moving on, the bow was inspired by one of your people, actually, when she improvised one in a simulation and used it to great effect in both urban environments and in various ruins that we had on record. Basically the arrows, in addition to being made out of durasteel, have a plasma casing around the arrowhead that is activated when it reacts to the energy given off by the bow at release. I'm told it's very effective, even against modern body armor." She pauses before setting it down, seeming genuinely impressed with the simple design, "It does seem a bit primitive for a modern battlefield, but that could just be me."

You roll your eyes at the Sergeant's closing opinion on it, noting that she's still been significantly more friendly than all of the other K'tulu you've encountered so far. "Seems high tech enough to me...what about the arrows, though? Could I reuse them?"

It's immediately clear to you from the look on the alien's face that she hadn't even considered the question, "I...guess they could be? The plasma might burn up completely, but if not then you could feasibly use the same arrow more than once. I can't imagine being able to use them more than twice, though." She replies hesitantly, before shaking her head, "Well...moving on, next we have the C-271 Plasma Rifle. You shouldn't ever need any more firepower than this out of a gun. At close and medium ranges it'll sear right through standard body armor, it is less effective against personal shields but it'll still get the job done in the end."

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>>2848821
"And this..." She continues, her voice adopting a slightly loving tone, "Is one of my favorite weapons. It can be used to great effect for both lethal and less than lethal purposes, and best of all it scares the pants off anybody who has any clue what it is when they see you carrying it. Granted, it takes some training and concentration on form in order to use it effectively, but the maintenance for it is actually less frequent than your average firearm."

Well that certainly peaks your interest, though you do still hold on to a hefty amount of skepticism as she picks the weapon up with an almost reverent expression. "Okay, all those things are fine, but you still haven't told me what it is."

A grin splits the Sergeant's face at your heckling while her eyes gleam with what you can only assume to be excitement as she nods and grips the cylinder tighter, her thumb rolling over the button on the top side, "I'm getting there, Human, just be patient." She replies shortly, before finally thumbing the switch. You flinch instinctively as a hiss fills the air, followed by a low-humming noise as you watch a long strand of violet plasma flow freely from the cylinder. The entire activation took only a few seconds, and as soon as it finishes she whips the strand viciously through the air, letting a thunderous crack fill the room as the plasma burns.

The Sergeant demonstrates her motions a few more times before deactivating it and with another woosh the plasma vanishes before your eyes, in fact if it weren't for the distinct scent of burning ozone you'd never know it was here in the first place. The Sergeant demonstrates her motions a few more times before deactivated it and with a small woosh, the plasma was gone. If it wasn't for the smell of burnt ozone you'd barely know it was ever there at all. "This is what we call a plasma whip, Human. As I said...they're very effective. Though I will admit that they're meant for a relatively short range." She smirks at you as you continue gaping at the weapon ripped almost straight out of a science fiction movie, though she does make a point of putting it back on the table. "Well, that's just about it then. Unless you want to know about any of this other stuff, though honestly what you're seeing here is the best we've got to offer you. Our top-tier toys are, unfortunately, off the table. And even if they weren't you probably wouldn't be able to use any of the environmental suits.

Well that was certainly interesting. It looks like you've got the choice between an engineering suit that's basically power armor-lite, a pistol that has shock rounds built into it, a glowy bow that shoots plasma arrows, an honest to god plasma rifle, and that plasma whip.

>Choose your gear, take three items.

>Bangalore Engineering Armor
>Centurion Pistol
>Bow
>C-271 Plasma Rifle
>Plasma Whip

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>>2848867
And the rifle.

>>2848867
I have a quick question. How fast is our reaction time due to the upgrade we got? Just wondering how dexterous we are.

>>2848854
>Centurion Pistol
>Plasma Whip

>Bangalore Engineering Armor
No other space suits? Like mass effect suits with some hud in it maybe?

>>2848821
>>2848889
second

Wondering if we will be able to use the pistol and whip at the same time at one point. Granted not sure if we want to try that before we get the better eye sight. The enhanced reflexes should be able to stop us from losing a limb due to the whip and we should be able to get the rifle later on.... probably

The bow is nice idea though maybe try and make it later if we can.

>>2848854
>>Bangalore Engineering Armor
>>Centurion Pistol
>>C-271 Plasma Rifle

>>2848874
It's been increased to a super human level at this point. You don't quite have a spider-sense, but that could be fixed with the right augs.

Don't let them eat your soul...................................................

>>2848854
>>Bangalore Engineering Armor
>>Centurion Pistol
>>C-271 Plasma Rifle

>>2848854
>Bangalore Engineering Armor
>Centurion Pistol
>plasma whip

>>2848854
>>Bangalore Engineering Armor
>>Centurion Pistol
>>Plasma Whip

>>2848963
shit, let's go easy on the augs, I knew there would be a cyberzombie thing going on

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Sorry for the lack of update today, had to work 7-7 and then other life stuff. I'll post something tomorrow, hopefully before work.

The grin on your face is impossible to hide as you motion towards the engineering suit, "Well obviously I want the power armor." You say, much to both of your guard's exasperation.

"It's not-"

"Yeah, yeah, it's not power armor, I know." You shoot back at them, waving them off as if you could care less about what they think about you. Which is true, for the most part. "I'm also going to take that whip, no doubt about that." A slightly disappointed look flashes across the Sergeant's face, though she hides it fairly quickly...huh, well if she wanted to keep it for herself then she shouldn't have done such a good job of selling it to you. "And then I think I'll finish my shopping with the pistol. I'll admit the bow's tempting, but if you made it specifically for us then I doubt I'll be able to find any more arrows for it."

Your escort nods in understanding, "That makes sense. I'll admit it's a pretty impressive piece of work, but you're right about the arrows. I've heard that they're not going to put them on the market for a while."

You shrug in reply as you walk over to the engineering suit and grab it off it's rack, setting it down gently on the same table that the weapons are on. A quick glance around the room reveals a plain metal chair that you commandeer for yourself; within seconds of planting yourself onto the vaguely uncomfortable piece of furniture you've already unlaced your boots and are half-way through shrugging out of your jumpsuit when you notice both guards gaping at you as if you've gone insane, both of their foreheads lit up like a pair of Christmas trees, "What are you doing?!" The Sergeant asks, her voice a significantly higher pitch than you've heard it up until now.

"I'm...putting my power armor on?" You reply slowly, blinking in confusion at their sudden change of attitude.

The guard that's been escorting you around since you woke up today is gaping at you as if you're completely devoid of any sense at all. "So you decided to just strip down in front of us?"

Your expression drops into a disbelieving stare, "Are you really serious right now? After all the times you guys have stripped me down, now you're going to get awkward about it?" You deadpan, much to both aliens' discomfort.

The Sergeant shifts uncomfortably, "For the record, we weren't in the room at those times, Human, those sessions are strictly scientific staff only.

You roll your eyes, "Alright...so what are you wanting me to do then, just not bother putting my gear on until your sensitive eyes are diverted?" You ask sarcastically, snorting when neither of them speak up. "You're really serious...aren't you?"

"...Yes."

>[Cont.]

>>2854215
A frustrated sigh fills the air. You can't believe that these aliens are worrying about your dignity now, after all these months. It's utterly ridiculous. Still, they seem pretty unsettled by your casual undressing.

>Fine. If it's that big of a deal then I'll change later.
>Give them a chance to turn around. It's not like they have to look if it really bothers them.
>Screw them. There's absolutely no reason for this, and you're tired of wasting time.

>>2854217
>Give them a chance to turn around. It's not like they have to look if it really bothers them.

>>2854217
>>Give them a chance to turn around. It's not like they have to look if it really bothers them.

>>2854217
>>Give them a chance to turn around. It's not like they have to look if it really bothers them.

>>2854217
>>Give them a chance to turn around. It's not like they have to look if it really bothers them.

>>2854217
>Give them a chance to turn around. It's not like they have to look if it really bothers them.

But ask the girl alien for a hand if we need it

We need a grand hunter waifu

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Gonna be pretty busy tonight and tomorrow so further updates are up in the air for now, but on Tuesday I'll be running straight through the day.

>>2857440
fucking hell Bumpy!

"Well, if it bothers you so much then why don't you just turn around? Or, better yet, maybe one of you could grab those manuals?" You suggest pointedly, before arching a challenging eyebrow as they both continue gaping at you in disbelief, "Look, either turn around or don't, but I'm not about to give either you any more of a free show than you've already had. So if you're gonna be weird about it then at least help me figure out how to put this thing on."

With that said you turn your attention back to peeling off your jumpsuit, prompting both of the walking glowsticks to do an abrupt about face towards the opposite wall, "I, uh...I think I'll grab those manuals now that you mention it..." Your escort mutters quickly, clearly mortified as he hurries out of the armory.

You can't help the soft chuckle that escapes you at his expense as you toss the jumpsuit they gave you across the back of the chair only to exchange it for the lightly armored bodysuit that acts as the first layer of your new power armor. It takes you a bit longer than you'd like to figure out how to seal the damned thing, and you notice the sergeant glancing curiously over her shoulder once or twice as you let out a muttered curse, but once you're dressed you turn back towards the rest of your armor, "Alright, you can look now, I promise I'm decent."

It's clear from the way the K'tulu glances back over her shoulder again that she's not sure whether to believe you or not, but she lets out a sigh of relief and turning around completely. "Thank you..." She mutters quietly.

You shrug noncommitally, "Sure thing, I guess." You reply as you plop back down onto the chair in order to tug the heavy crimson boots on, "But now that you're not freaking out about my tits, can you please help me figure out the rest of this thing? I could probably figure it out on my own, but it'd go faster with your help." You ask, offering an amused grin at her embarrassment, "I promise I'm not gonna try and jump your bones or anything."

The sergeant only hesitates for a moment before nodding, closing the distance between the two of you fairly quickly, "Alright. Well first things first, you're going to want to go ahead and make sure you still have a full range of motion with your prosthetics." She starts, walking you through the steps, as if the manual was right in front of her face.

You follow her instructions, slowly managing to get the suit put together with her help, though she seems rather hesitant to make any direct contact with you, seeming just as uncomfortable as she was at you stripping when she has to guide your hands to the properly strap on the armor. "You know, for someone in the military you seem pretty easily embarrassed." You comment as her forehead lights up again after she withdraws her hand from your chest plate like she'd been scalded.

You can't help but smirk up at her when she glares at you. "And you seem extraordinarily casual with the situation." She spits back.

>Cont

>>2861764
"I used to be a lot more self conscious with my body, but if you work in the medical field long enough that tends to go away. Especially with emergency medicine...I mean, after the third time I had to remove a shattered light bulb from somebody's ass none of my hangups really seemed to measure up." You explain casually as you clip the plasma whip onto your belt before holstering the hand-cannon sized pistol, followed closely by the extra ammunition going into its respective pouch.

After a few moments with no response you glance back at the alien, unsurprised to see her gaping at you in absolute horror. "Why would you ever have to do something like that?!" She shrieks, surprising you a little with the most emotion you've seen from her race so far.

You shrug in response, grabbing your helmet and sliding it over your head. "Well, usually they do it because they're pumped full of drugs and think it's a good idea to masturbate with a light bulb. Honestly, most of those patients are pretty stupid." A beaming smile spreads behind your helmet as you seal it and your HUD flickers to life, "Ah man, this is so cool...hey, by the way, I know he's got the manuals and all that stuff, but when am I getting that survival kit you mentioned? I'd love to know what kind of supplies...you alright?" You ask, a small amount of concern crossing your helmeted face.

Now that you're paying more attention, the alien looks distinctly uncomfortable, "I...I'm fine. Just...can we avoid anymore 'medical topics?"

So that's what that was all about? You expected her to be a little more resilient than that, but whatever. "Alright, fair enough, all of that's old news anyways." You reply simply, before grabbing the scarf your escort gave you earlier and wrapping it around your neck happily, as if you'd just unwrapped the best Christmas present ever. "Thanks for the scarf, by the way. I meant it when I said I appreciated it."

It's impossible to miss the way she jerks her head towards you, her expression a mixture of great embarrassment and more than a little disbelief. "He TOLD you?!"

You snort a little in amusement, "No, you did. You're the one that's been doing that lightshow of a blush since you saw it. Obviously you knew what it meant, look I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable, I just wanted to say thanks." You explain simply.

She huffs a little in annoyance, her forehead lit up bright again, though she does nod to you, "You're welcome." She mutters uncomfortably, before changing the subject with all the grace of a stampeding rhinoceros, "Alright, so you wanted to know about your survival kit, right? I can take you to it now, if you'd like. G'las will probably be a while getting you those manuals, since he'll have to wait for the system to translate all of them to English for you. But, if you'd prefer to wait for him, I could run you through the basics on how to use your gear while we wait."

>[Cont.]

>>2861767
Well...you were looking forward to getting your hands on that kit so that you could figure out exactly what you're going to have to work with, but it's impossible to deny that a few pointers would definitely be useful. Of course then again, that's what the manuals are for, right?

>Keep moving, there'll be time for figuring out how all of your stuff works later.
>Wait for him, you'll be better off for knowing the basics. Besides, it's not like that kit's going anywhere, right?
>Write-in.

>>2861772
>Wait for him, you'll be better off for knowing the basics. Besides, it's not like that kit's going anywhere, right?
She might know tricks of the trade that aren't in the manuals.

>>2861772
>>Wait for him, you'll be better off for knowing the basics. Besides, it's not like that kit's going anywhere, right?

Ok, you teach me the basics and I pay you dinner tonight, how's that sound?

I want that alien to melt kek

>>2861772
I want to
>Keep moving, there'll be time for figuring out how all of your stuff works later

But I support dinner offer too, maybe as a thanks for the scarf not the pointers, even if she doesn't accept she will light up like a christmas tree

>>2861772
>>2861824
This.

>>2861772
>>Wait for him, you'll be better off for knowing the basics. Besides, it's not like that kit's going anywhere, right?

>>2861803
>>2861813
>>2862013
Get a bit of training.

>>2861824
>>2861968
Move on.

>Writing.

You consider the offer for a moment, thinking back towards her demonstration with the whip again before slowly nodding, "That...sounds like a good idea, actually." You admit, offering her a soft smile from behind your helmet, "What exactly did you have in mind?"

"Well...the range is on lockdown until your people have been safely moved off world so we can't get too deep into it, but like I said, I can at least show you the basics...and maybe show you one or two drills you could use to practice your form with that whip." The sergeant explains, letting a small smile of her own tug at her lips, "But I think that maybe we should start with your armor. I'm less familiar with the specifics for the engineering suit, but if you look up into the upper left corner of your HUD you should see a blinking field. If you interact with it-"

Your eyes follow her instructions and before she can even finish her sentence you've already started tinkering with the interface, only to jump nearly a foot in the air as you hear what you quickly identify as your shield generator quietly hums to life. Moments later your shield flares up with a bright flash, "I...uh, found it?" You offer sheepishly as your newfound tutor directs a look of simultaneous amusement and exasperation.

"I noticed, I-66...but if you want me to keep teaching you then please don't rush so far ahead." She replies pointedly, drawing a hidden eyeroll from you, after all they're just shields, right? What's the worst that could happen? Almost as if she could read your mind the K'tulu continues before you can properly respond, "Moving on, the field directly below that should be a readout on the flamethrower attached to your left forearm. We will not be exploring that right now, since I'd personally prefer to avoid melting my face off today."

Your annoyance at her caution immediately evaporates at the realization of how close you might have come to blowing both yourself up along with your new...friend? Nah...more of a friendly acquaintance. Regardless, while you feel an undeniable excitement to learn that you're packing a flamethrower, it's nearly eclipsed by your embarrassment, "Okay, point taken, we'll go at your speed." [color=blue][Shields Activated: +3 against ranged weapons][/color]

For a split second you're almost certain you see a smirk tug at the sergeant's lips at your sheepish reply, however she immediately moves along as she grabs a pistol identical to your own off the table, "So, there's more to learn about the Bangalore's systems, but like I said I'm not particularly familiar with the specifics, so I recommend that you take a good look at your manual. In the meantime, why don't you go ahead and take your helmet off for a minute, it'll make it easier for you to see this next part." She tells you as she makes her way back towards you, "Now, go ahead and draw your pistol and take a look at the left side of the grip."

>[Cont.]

>>2862773
You follow along with her instructions curiously, noticing two small tabs just above what you have to assume is the safety, "Okay...so what do those buttons do?" You ask, glancing back towards her only to blink in surprise as a set of holographic sights blink into existence above her weapon as she thumbs the switches.

"Well, the top one will bring up your holosights, which should interface with the smartlink in your suit to make aiming quite a bit easier for you. The other one will activate the arc adapter, which should help with bringing down somebody's shields, or alternatively give you an edge if you're ever up against a synthetic." She explains, only to pause in a small amount of concern, "Ah...I should warn you though, you might want to be careful yourself if you find yourself on the wrong end of one of these. As I understand it, your cybernetics should be shielded against any EMP rounds, even that shielding won't stop your limbs from locking up if you get too much of a shock at once." [+1 to aim, +2 against shields, +2 for less than lethal damage.]

A small frown tugs at your own lips with that news, though you slowly shake your head, "Thanks for the heads up, but with any luck all of this will end up being academic anyways. After all, how often am I really going to get into firefights?" You reply simply, drawing a somewhat skeptical look from your tutor as she eyes your scarf again.

"I wish I was as confident about that as you are, I-66." She mutters, though rather than elaborating further on that she simply deactivates her own pistol and returns it to the table, "Alright, you can put that up now. All we've got left is your whip."

You quirk a suspicious eyebrow at the alien, but decide to let her paranoia go for the moment in favor of detaching the plasma whip from your belt, "Right...you looked pretty confident with it earlier." You mutter absently, drawing a bright grin from her as she nods excitedly.

"I've been training with Lenoshan tech for years. Actually, I can't say for sure, but I think I may be the only one in the facility that's actually qualified with the thing." She replies proudly, before quickly returning her focus to your own training, "So, before you even activate it, I want you to click the selector switch to the less than lethal setting. You should never train with it on the lethal setting. Not unless you're looking to kill yourself or one of your friends, at any rate." She instructs you emphatically as she waits for you to follow her instructions, which you quickly do before flicking the weapon on.

The crackle of plasma bursting forth from the end of the cylinder momentarily overwhelms you, in fact if it weren't for the fact that your new hands seem to have an iron grip you might have dropped the thing in surprise. "A-alright, this is weird." You mutter nervously as your heart hammers in your chest while the smell of burning ozone fills your nose, "What now?"

>[Cont.]

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For a few tense moments the alien is silent, leading you to glance nervously over your shoulder only to see that she's moved several feet back, outside of the range of your whip, "Okay, carefully, I want you to give it a few cracks." She shouts over the hum, pausing for a moment before adding, "And try not to hit anything!"

A frustrated sigh escapes you at the vague direction, though you do your best to follow along. A soft flick of your wrist leads the sizzling whip to shift along your side, just barely inching along, until you finally grit your teeth and give a good snap of your arm, letting the stream of plasma crack in an arc in front of you, before following up with a somewhat clumsy tug. Immediately you regret your actions as, before you can correct its course, the plasma whip snaps back towards you and wraps across your torso. A high-pitched scream tears its way from your lips and you immediately drop the whip in favor of dropping to the floor to convulse as a searing pain wracks your body.

Thankfully the energy coursing through your body evaporates nearly as quickly as it came when the whip automatically disengages once it leaves your hands, apparently a much needed safety precaution. By the time you've shakily pushed yourself back up to your feet, the sergeant has rushed over to your side, "Can you breath?"

You nod, silent at first, before letting out a shuddering breath, "Y-yeah...fuck that hurt." You manage to spit out, drawing a sympathetic grimace from her.

"I know...but better you learn to avoid that now than in combat." She explains, drawing a less than thrilled glare from you, "Well, are you up for another go? The only way you'll learn to avoid doing that is practice."

While the throbbing pain has mostly subsided, you're not exactly looking to have a repeat of that experience. Of course, she is right, and you're not likely to have another chance to get a tutor for this, so it might be a good idea. On the other hand, you're pretty sure that you've got the basics figured out, and while G'las still isn't back, surely it won't take him too much longer.

>Fine...whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger, and you need to learn this.
>Uh...no, you're done for now. There'll be plenty of time to work out the kinks in your form later.
>Write-in.

>>2862898
>>Fine...whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger, and you need to learn this.

>>2862898
>Fine

>>2862898
>>Fine...whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger, and you need to learn this.

>>2862898
>Fine...whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger, and you need to learn this.

Alright, I think I can see where this is going. Probably for everybody's benefit, too.

I'm calling it a night for now, but I'll try and update before work tomorrow. Just in case, episode one is officially archived.

>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Star+Nomad+Quest

>>2862898
>>Fine...whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger, and you need to learn this.

>>2862898
>Fine...whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger, and you need to learn this.

Pls no ded

>>2870550
Not dead, just busy. I'll probably run sometime early next week, I work straight through the weekend.