Welcome back to No One Gets Left Behind.

On the last thread, you talked with the Steno a little about who they are (and even named him Delta), explored some downstairs in the ship and found some nasty Drones, had some chitchat with some of your crewmembers, and then you went out hunting with Burke and ran into a very competent Steno sniper.

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Go ahead and leave votes in overnight and I shall return at 6PM EST to begin the run.

>>3168999
>> No. Just stay where you are and wait. Worst thing you can do when lost is keep getting yourself lost.
Wait for early morning, when the sun just begins cresting and the rain has hopefully stopped. Really don't want to risk Burke right now.

>>3168999
>> No. Just stay where you are and wait. Worst thing you can do when lost is keep getting yourself lost.
Lost is our middle name, but maybe the storm will hide our movement and sounds, so we can scope the area out

>>3169119
>> Grab your Carbine and get looking. Burke can handle herself for now.
Shit, meant to say this. Maybe it's fate though, huh?

>>3168999
> Grab your Carbine and get looking. Burke can handle herself for now.
Don't stray too far though.

>>3169006
> Grab your Carbine and get looking. Burke can handle herself for now.

I feel real fucking bad about this but we need to kill this son of a reptilian.

> Grab your Carbine and get looking. Burke can handle herself for now.

You grab the Carbine then check it. Fully charged and ready to go. Burke looks at you, her eyes squinted and her face pale. “You’re not seriously going out there, are you?”

“I just want to make it safe,” you say. “I’m gonna scope the place out a little, I won’t stray too far.” You grab her DMR then place it in her hands. She grips it tight, shivering a little. “Remember, if it hisses or growls, shoot it.” She nods. She knows the deal. Still, she doesn’t seem to appreciate you leaving her in her state. You’re only doing it in the name of making sure nothing is sneaking up on you. You’ll make a quick sweep of the area then you’ll be back safe and sound.

As soon as you head out, you’re pelted by rainwater. You pull the hood up on your poncho over your helmet then wipe your eyes free of the water. You start trudging to the south, across the way from where Burke was shot. Judging by the fact that you weren’t shot standing out, it seems your sniping Steno friend has moved. You’re not sure if that’s good or bad. If he’s moved, then curses. You didn’t get your chance to repay him in kind. God knows, Burke got lucky. Any higher or lower, she likely would’ve bled to death. But you suppose that was a deliberate effort on his part. Any good sniper knows how to draw out the rest.

You can’t see past a couple of meters in front of you. All that’s ahead is vegetation and trees getting completely drowned in the deluge of rain. A flash of light briefly illuminates the area. Lightning strikes, close enough to make you flinch. Sounds like artillery. You take a breath. It’s just lightning. You’ll go maybe a few dozen meters this way, then you loop back around. Maybe you might even catch something skulking around.

You hear loud booms and rapid cracks in the distance, along with flashes to the east. That’s not lightning. That’s gunfire. Maybe the Deinos and the Lizards are at it again. You take a breath, sighing heavily. So far, this idea that the Swamp is providing cover against the Lizards is proving bunk. If anything, this has only gotten people killed as opposed to getting everyone to safety. Hill 47? Filled with monsters and now a fortified position. Lizards hesitate to go into the swamp? They’re besieging it and rushing the natives out because you’re here. And now they’ve deployed an ace sniper against you all. Hopefully he hasn’t figured out the location of the camp otherwise things might get real nasty.

A click. You stop in your tracks, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. Then you hear a hissing. You raise your carbine up and look around. You pull down your Infrared. Several meters away is a pride of Deinos. You quickly duck down and hide amongst the roots of a tree and the moss growing on it. The pride marches along through the brush, carrying spears, slings, and rocks judging by their white signature amongst the grey backdrop of the Infrared. They don’t seem to have noticed you however. They continue on, moving east.

Alright. You steady your breathing. That was close. Then you hear something else behind you. You look westward and see another group of Deinos coming your way. Judging by their walk speed, they don’t know you’re ahead of them. Shit, shit.

> Hide amongst the roots of that tree again.
> Climb for your life. Bark might be a little slippery though.
> Run back to Burke.
> Other

>>3170690
>> Run back to Burke.

>>3170740
Sure

>>3170690
>> Run back to Burke.
We're apparently in the middle of a fucking war zone, definitely not the time to be out and about. Especially if a group stumbles upon our shelter and we're not there, Burke is fucking dead if that happens.

>>3170690
>> Run back to Burke.

> Run back to Burke.

You decide to cut your losses and get back to Burke. You’re not going to deal with Deinos, not while she’s at risk. You hurry and run back, managing to avoid the detection of those Deinos coming in. Not like you went too far anyway. In a minute or two, you’re back only to find several Compsognathuses chirping and skittering around the shelter. Damn scavvers! “Shoo, shoo!” you yell quietly. They quickly scatter away. They probably smelt Burke’s blood.

You look inside and see Burke smash the head of a Compy with a rock, gritting her teeth. “Bastards tried to pounce on me while I was in here!” You sigh, thank God. She looks at you. “You know, remind me not to get shot next time I go out with you.”

“Fair enough,” you say. “It’s a warzone out there. The Deinos and Lizards are at it again out east.”

“More of this shit,” Burke mutters. “How long until they-“ The two of you pause when you hear plasma fire to the west. What the hell? You poke your head out of the shelter again and see bright flashes of plasma. “Someone’s coming to help us.”

“And clearly they got caught,” you say.

> “We better get to them. I’ll carry you, find a place for you, you can cover me.”
> “Stay here, I’ll be right back.” Yeah, kind of rude to leave her –again-. But you have to see.
> “Let’s stay here and see if they make it.”
> Other

>>3170979
>> “We better get to them. I’ll carry you, find a place for you, you can cover me.”
We're a big nigga, I think we can carry a petite piece of ass on our back

>>3170979
>> “We better get to them. I’ll carry you, find a place for you, you can cover me.”

>>3170979
> “We better get to them. I’ll carry you, find a place for you, you can cover me.”
We can do this!

>>3170979
>> “We better get to them. I’ll carry you, find a place for you, you can cover me.”
Come on Burke, over the shoulder you go.

> “We better get to them. I’ll carry you, find a place for you, you can cover me.”

“Alright, come on. We better get back to them.” You grab Burke’s hand, then wrap your other arm beneath her butt and pull her up. She yelps a bit in pain as her wounded thigh brushes up against your brush. “I’ll carry you, find a place for you, you can cover me. Sound good?”

“Fine!” she says. “Just go easy on me! I’m delicate, you frak!” Delicate in more ways than one. You start carrying her back towards the sound of plasma fire. Hopefully it’s not too late. God, if it turns out someone had died because of something you did, you wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself. You make sure to hurry. But not too fast. There are still Deinos about. You hear the whistles of rockets and mortars exploding out in the east. Those Lizards are really giving it to the Deinos. You can’t know for sure how well they’re doing.

But if history has taught you anything, the savages always lose.

You move through the brush, the sound of plasma fire getting louder and louder until it suddenly just ceases. All that remains is the sound of Deino hissing and screeching and the sound of screaming and whimpering. Wait. No. It couldn’t be. “Is that Tierney?” asks Burke, dumbstruck.

She screams out in the distance.

Oh shit. It’s Tierney.

You quickly start sprint forward until you find a nice bush to hide in. In a clearing now was Tierney. She jumps out of the woods, holding her rifle and a machete in the other hand. She looks back to see a Deino pounce out of the vegetation behind her. Another comes up behind it, howling at Tierney. Then a third behind that one, coming up the other side. They quickly start to surround her as Tierney tries to squeeze a shot off, to no avail, her powerpack is used up. She drops the rifle, holding the machete up. “G-… Get back!” Tierney whimpers, shaking with immense fear. The Deinos sense this, clicking their teeth and slowly taking their time to surround her. Tierney tries to keep all of them in her peripheral vision. Lightning strikes once more, making her flinch.

Another Deino comes out. This time you know him for sure. You know that facepaint anywhere. It’s Toothy. He’s flanked by two more Deinos. They all surround Tierney as she tries to stand her ground. Tierney can’t keep her legs and arms from shaking as she looks at them all. Toothy barks, then gives off a loud, hungry hiss as he advances on Tierney.

“There’s six of them and one of her,” Burke whispers. “Let’s get out of here.”

“What!?” you whisper back.

“She dug her own grave,” Burke says back, more firmly. Maybe. But she still tried to come after you when you didn’t come back from what was supposed to be a simple hunting trip. You can’t just…

> Leave her. Get around the Deinos and head back to camp while they’re distracted.
> You are –not- letting her die. She came back for you, you’ll come back for her.
> Other

>>3171419
>> You are –not- letting her die. She came back for you, you’ll come back for her.
Seriously who let Tierney go off on her own?

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>>3171419
>> You are –not- letting her die. She came back for you, you’ll come back for her.
NO NOT BEST GIRL
GOD DAMN IT TIERNEY

We need to activate rage mode or retard strength

>>3171433
Supporting
It's time to go full retard

>>3171419
>> Leave her. Get around the Deinos and head back to camp while they’re distracted.
get rid of the useless mouth in an effective manner

>>3171419
>> You are –not- letting her die. She came back for you, you’ll come back for her.
Shoot that cunt Toothy. Blow his fucking head apart.

I mean, if we jump in the middle of the field screaming with our knife, that might scare them off, or intimidate them greatly

> You are –not- letting her die. She came back for you, you’ll come back for her.

“I’m –not- letting Tierney die,” you say. She came back for you. You’ll be here for her. That’s fair. It’s not just fair. It’s the –right- thing to do. Nevermind Burke’s desire for survival. You’d rather die than let someone’s death be on your hands.

Burke rolls her eyes. “Alright, frakface. How the hell are we supposed to save her then?”

Well. A couple of options. You have to think quickly.

One, you could just rush in there with knife and machete in hand, screaming like a fury. It might actually scare the hell out of them.

Two, you could sit back, snipe them leisurely since they haven’t noticed you. But that might mean they’ll just attack Tierney while that happens.

Or three. Just shout that you’re here and get their attention. They know you after all. They probably won’t pass up a chance to kill you.

Which one should you do?

> Draw knife and machete and rush them.
> Shoot them from afar, put Burke down here then take up another firing position and hit them hard.
> Yell at them and try and draw them off.
> Other

>>3171528
> Shoot them from afar, put Burke down here then take up another firing position and hit them hard.
For some reason I don't think getting into close combat with raptors with razor sharp claws will be very good for our health.

>>3171528
>> Shoot them from afar, put Burke down here then take up another firing position and hit them hard
Shoot Toothy first. Maybe it'll he dies first his underlings will scram instead.

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>>3171528
>> Draw knife and machete and rush them.
WILDCARD

>>3171528
>> Shoot them from afar, put Burke down here then take up another firing position and hit them hard.

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>>3171528
>> Other
Strut on in there like a fucking boss and blithely shoot Toothy right in the face. Let the rest of his troop know we're not fucking around anymore.

Unfortunately, I gotta hit the sack for now. Go ahead and leave your votes in, and tomorrow morning we shall start with a dice roll. Hope you're enjoying it.

>>3171552
Aww man.

I have to run out today and get something done this morning so go ahead and give me 3 1d10s. We're going with:

>> Shoot them from afar, put Burke down here then take up another firing position and hit them hard.

Your DC is 15.

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>3172265
As in the DC will be all 3 1d10s added up?

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>3172265
Rolling

>>3172336
>>3172339
I mean three 3d10s but I’m not gonna invalidate your rolls. Just roll an additional 1d10 then two 3d10s.

Sorry for the confusion, didn’t catch that

>>3172341
It’s me btw, on my phone

Rolled 8, 8, 5 = 21 (3d10)

>>3172341

>>3172343
>>3172341
>>3172347
I guess this is good enough?

Rolled 6, 9, 1 = 16 (3d10)

>>3172341

Right, We'll just go with this, update coming.

> Shoot them from afar, put Burke down here then take up another firing position and hit them hard.

You place Burke down with her DMR, then hurry to get yourself into position. You quickly charge your rifle and take aim. Toothy advances on Tierney. She continues to hold her ground, shakily holding her machete, either ready to strike or ready to simply die. Not today though, Tierney. You fire. The shot zooms past Toothy and hits one of his pridemembers. It falls over dead, the plasma smoking from the headshot. They all look at you. And another falls dead from Burke’s follow up shot. You start firing away, rapidly squeezing the trigger, heedless of ammo conservation.

The Deinos scream and shriek as they try to rush at you. But in several short seconds they all fall down in short order. Tierney stands there, shaking under the rain, dumbstruck at what just happened. Truth be told, you had half a mind to rush in there and attack with knife and machete. But reason prevailed you suppose.

You think you even got Toothy with a headshot somehow. You’re not sure. It’s tough to tell in this darkness. You whistle to Burke. She whistles back, A-OK. Alright. You sling your Carbine then hurry over to Tierney. “Tierney!”

“I- I…” You grab her arms, holding her. You can her face is wet, not just from rain, but from tears of fear too. Her eyes are filled with horror too. “I was- I was only trying to-“

“What are you doing out here!?” you hiss. “You almost died!”

“S-… Sergeant Cope and Lieutenant Harrell wanted to wait until morning but- but- but the Deinos, they were rushing past our position! They told us all to stay inside!” she says quickly. She takes a couple of deep breaths, panting as she stands limp in your arms. “You were still out there and I- I didn’t- I just- I didn’t know what had happened to you, nobody did!” she cries. “I was just- I just trying to help!”

“Wait.” You squint. “You’re alone?” She nods. “You went out here alone to find us?”

“Y-… yes.” Tierney sniffles. “I’m sorry. I-… I was only trying to help.”

> “Never do this again, you could’ve gotten killed. You almost –were- killed.”
> “Thank you. For what it’s worth.”
> “That takes guts. I’m more sorry we made you all worry.”
> Other

>>3172618
> “Never do this again, you could’ve gotten killed. You almost –were- killed.”
> “Thank you.

>>3172668
Supporting

>>3172668
Give that bitch a headpat, bitches love headpats.

> “Never do this again, you could’ve gotten killed. You almost –were- killed.”
> Other

“Never do this again, Tierney. You could’ve gotten killed. You almost –were- killed.” Or worse. Tierney stands there, silent. She knows she did something wrong. But at the same time, were it her out here and you in her position, you’d do the exact same thing. Though, granted, it’s almost as if she didn’t have faith in you returning on your own. Still. Credit where it’s due. “Thank you.”

She looks dumbstruck that you said that. But she nods, starting to regain some of her composure. Alright. Okay, now that that’s out of the way. You have to get back to the ship. You’ll go pick up Burke and “Boo!” You turn back and see Toothy rising up, a hole near his eye, plasma smoking coming from the wound. Wait. –He’s not dead!?- He charges at you two, knocking Tierney down and you to the floor. You try to stay down and let Burke get a shot off. Burke fires her DMR, shooting him square in the head. Toothy falls down, screaming and crowing. His legs kick and spasm, trying to keep him standing up.

“Son of a bitch!” yells Burke. You make a reach for your pistol instead, but Toothy stops that by slamming his foot down on your arm. He grabs onto you with his arms, squeezing his claws into your skin. You scream as he picks you up and tosses you to the ground beneath him.

“Burke!” you shout. Toothy howls into your face. Your ears ring violently as rainwater and shouting is drowned out. Toothy aims to bite down on your head, but another plasma shot shoots straight through his snout, making him again collapse on top of you. Toothy writhes and struggles before again getting back up. He’s a ferocious bastard, you’ll give him that. You look over to see Burke scooting away, trying to displace but unable to get her leg going. Toothy hisses, trying to crawl over to Burke.

Oh no, he doesn’t! You jump up and draw your machete, then slam it down on his head. Toothy howls, painfully, furiously. You slam it down again, and again, until he finally stops moving. His head is naught but a mangled mess at this point. But he’s dead. At least, he’s stopped moving. You take a deep breath, panting. Tierney groans, holding her face. Is she okay? Shit, you better-

More plasma fire erupts. From the east side. You stop, looking over. That is definitely plasma, not gunfire. You look at Tierney. She looks at you, just as confused. “I thought you said you were alone.”

“I am,” she says, looking at the plasma fire too.

> “Get Burke back to camp. I’ll go see what it is.”
> “We can’t afford to investigate now. We gotta get back.”
> “Come on. Let’s go see what it is.”
> Other

>>3173008
>“Get Burke back to camp. I’ll go see what it is.”

>>3173008
>> “Get Burke back to camp. I’ll go see what it is.”
That cunt Toothy is finally dead.

>>3173008
>> “Get Burke back to camp. I’ll go see what it is.”

>>3173008
>“Get Burke back to camp. I’ll go see what it is.”

>>3173008
>> “Get Burke back to camp. I’ll go see what it is.”

> “Get Burke back to camp. I’ll go see what it is.”

“Get Burke back to camp. I’ll go see what it is,” you say. Burke groans, rolling her eyes. “Don’t give me that, Burke. She’s going to take you back. Tierney, please.” Tierney nods, not even hesitating. “Be careful with her, her thigh’s busted.”

Tierney slings her rifle then grabs Burke in a very lopsided and disproportionate princess carry. “I got you!” Tierney proclaims. Burke does not look very happy, but she doesn’t appear to be arguing either. “Please, meet us back at the ship. And don’t dawdle! If you run into trouble, just run!” she says, pleading.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine,” you say. Tierney nods, hesitant to leave. “Just go!” Tierney takes off back to the ship, with Burke in tow. You sigh, holding your knees for a second as you catch your breath. Truth be told, the fact that Tierney had the balls to try and come out here alone to rescue you and Burke is astounding. You’re impressed. But you don’t want to encourage her to do that. It’s clearly out of her mindset to do something like this. And yet, you’re grateful that she did.

And as for Toothy here? You give him one kick to the snout for good measure. He’s dead. Good riddance.

You grab your rifle and start heading east to the sound of gunfire and explosions.

…

…

You carefully stalk through the tall reeds and grass. It’s taken you about a hundred meters eastwards from where you last started. Truth be told, the map in your head was getting fuzzier and fuzzier with the exact location of where anything was now. But right now what was important was figuring out what the hell that plasma fire was. Was it more people like you? You both hope and dread it. You’ve had it with people like Sergeant Cope and Godwin. But at the same time, you can’t turn down manpower either.

You get your answer in the form of a shout. “Lizards on the left!” You duck down then poke your head up. Taking cover behind an overturned log were five soldiers like you. One of them held a Carbine, yelling to the others.

It’s other soldiers! Oh God! You thought you were the last ones here! “Bryce, what we do we got!?”

“Motion trackers going off! I think they’re trying to flank us!” yells a woman, one of the soldiers holding a motion detector in one hand and a carbine in the other. A shot pings against the log, along with more. They flinch, ducking down.

“Shit!” yells the man. He turns around, then quickly points his rifle to you. “Whoa, whoa, you!” You stand up, holding your hand up. “Friend or foe!?” They all turn around to look at you, confused.

> “Do I look like a Lizard to you!?”
> “Friend. Who are you guys!?”
> Is he seriously asking if you’re friend or foe?
> Other

>>3173296
>“Friend. Who are you guys!?”

>>3173296
>> “Do I look like a Lizard to you!?”

>>3173296
>“Friend. Who are you guys!?
Not the time to get sassy.

>>3173296
>> “Do I look like a Lizard to you!?”
We need to get them to our hideout ASAP before they cause even more of a ruckus.

>>3173296
>> “Do I look like a Lizard to you!?”
>> “Friend. Who are you guys!?”
We're going to have to kill their pursuers before we lead them back to the ship.

>>3173296
>> “Friend. Who are you guys!?”
> “Do I look like a Lizard to you!?”

> “Do I look like a Lizard to you!?”
> “Friend. Who are you guys!?”

“Do I look like a Lizard to you!?” you whisper-shout to them. They stare at you, immediately agreeing that you’re probably friend silently. “Now, I’m a friend. And I’d like to know who the hell you guys are.” You quickly crouch run up to them and get behind the log.

“Rutledge,” says their leader, a man with the makings of a black beard on his face and some dark brown eyes beneath the shade of his helmet. “These two on your left are Smitty and Levy.” The two men nod to you, one holding a rifle, the other holding a carbine and a Type 54 Grenade Launcher (A single barrel break action, simple yet effective) on his back. The two on my right are Banner and Bryce.” Banner nods, holding his own rifle while Bryce smiles at you at you too, with a carbine of her own. You look on his sleeve and see the pips of a Corporal. Huh, same rank as you it seems. “Good to meet you. You alone?”

“Larger group,” you say. “We got a basecamp set up just west of here a ways.” All of the group look at you, hope in their eyes. “How did you get out here? We thought we were the last ones.”

Rutledge rubs his face, grimacing before quickly telling everyone, “Watch the sides, people!” They go back to taking security. “We heard Cope’s message but I decided it was a better idea to try and head south and maybe make for the coast and hope for sure that maybe we could like steal a boat or something and head out into open water.”

“Didn’t work?” you say.

“Didn’t work.” He sighs. “Lost two guys.” He shakes his head, sniffing a bit before continuing. “Lizards forced us out of the south, sent us packing up here. We had to sneak our way through the lines here into this Swamp. But they caught up with us and now we’ve been blown. So if you truly do have a good camp for us to stay, we’d really enjoy that. Bryce. Can you feel him in?”

Bryce brushes hair out of her eyes before kneeling down next to you. “We skirmished with a Rex packing dual Rail-Gats, had one eye, looked like someone took a DAB to him. But we managed to lose him earlier. He sent a squadron of Stenos, maybe five or six of them after us? We think they got our 10-20 though since-“ Another shot pings off the log, making everyone duck. “That, yeah.”

Rutledge says, “Assumedly, we want to shake them before we head out with you.”

> “It’s just west, it’s under a thicket of trees. Go ahead, I’ll see about distracting these guys.”
> “Let’s fight these bastards off first. We get them to retreat, we make a break for it.”
> Other

>>3173582
>> “Let’s fight these bastards off first. We get them to retreat, we make a break for it.”

>>3173582
>> “Let’s fight these bastards off first. We get them to retreat, we make a break for it.”
Do NOT lead them back to the ship. And is that rex still fucking after us? Must have one hell of a grudge against us.

>>3173582
>“Let’s fight these bastards off first. We get them to retreat, we make a break for it.”

>>3173582
> “Let’s fight these bastards off first. We get them to retreat, we make a break for it.
What's to say they won't fake a retreat and have a scout follow us?

>>3173693
Well, best to murder every last one of them then.

>> “Let’s fight these bastards off first. We get them to retreat, we make a break for it.”

“Let’s fight these bastards off first. We get them to retreat, we make a break for it,” you say. “I can lead you back once we’re clear.”

“Alright!” Rutledge whistles. “Smitty, Levy!”

“Yo!” Levy comes up, ready.

“Get ready to suppress on the left. Rest of us will take center.” He looks back. “Bryce, cover our six! We’re on our last powerpacks so everyone make your shots count! Ready?” Everyone nods. “Alright, fire!” Everyone comes up over the top of the log and starts firing. Streaks of plasma shoot through the rain to hit trees and Stenos among them. Some gun shots fly back, bursting wood and shrapnel all over the place as you all resist the urge to duck and give in to the urge to kill them.

“One on the right!” yells Banner. You turn to the right and see the silhouette of a Steno running between tree to tree. You fire. It collapses, tumbling like a sack of sponges. “Good shot!”

“Over there!” yells Smitty. He fires a burst into the trees, another Steno down. One shot flies past him. “Whoa, shit!”

“Keep it up, people!” yells Rutledge. Then you feel a tremor. Uh oh.

Coming up out of the woods now is a throaty shrill roar. That’s no Rex. Definitely bigger than a Raptor. The woods and trees crack and snap as it rushes forward. A spray of flames spurt out in two different directions. “Ceratosaur!” yells Rutledge. No farther than twenty meters away right in front of you. An armored metal mask and a front chest plate hangs over its front, deflecting and absorbing plasma fire easily as you all shoot at it. Though you can probably get a shot off on that tank…

> Shoot the tank, see if you can set it off.
> “Focus your fire, hit the legs!”
> Scatter!”
> Other

>>3174237
>> Shoot the tank, see if you can set it off.

>>3174237
>Shoot the tank, see if you can set it off.

>>3174237
>> Shoot the tank, see if you can set it off.

Sharpshooting time. Roll me three 3d10s. DC is 20.

Rolled 3, 9, 3 = 15 (3d10)

>>3174349

Rolled 4, 10, 4 = 18 (3d10)

>>3174349

Rolled 9, 9, 6 = 24 (3d10)

>>3174349
Oh boy

>>3174473
Aww yeah

>>3174473
Nice one

Rolled 2, 5, 7 = 14 (3d10)

>>3174349
howdy

> Shoot the tank, see if you can set it off.

You steady the carbine on the log, taking sight through the scope. You take a breath, then squeeze the trigger smooth. The plasma streaks through the air and nicks the tank. The tank ignites. Though it doesn’t explode, a cloud of flame starts pouring out of the tank’s hole. The Ceratosaurus starts roaring, panicking as it starts turning around to try and get the flamethrower tank off of its back. Stenos quickly scatter out of the trees, fleeing from the errant flames. “Whoo!” yells Rutledge. Nice one!

Not really. You were hoping it’d explode. A little closer to the center and you might’ve gotten it. Still, they’re scattering. “Come on!” yells Smitty. “We gotta go, we gotta go!”

“Right, there’s our distraction! Come on!” Rutledge pats your shoulder, urging you up. Everyone starts following him westbound. You quickly pack up and hurry behind them. You can still hear the roars and screams of the Ceratosaur in the woods behind you. It’s certainly not dead. And those Stenos are probably still about. But they’re probably more concerned about trying to get the flames to not kill them as opposed to pursuing you. Hopefully that’ll buy you some time. Rutledge looks at you as all of you start jogging through the woods. “So where’d you say you were from again!?”

“We’ve got a hideout in an old starship!” you say. “It’s just west of us, not too far of a walk!”

“Good, good!” says Rutledge. “It’ll be great to get the hell out of this rain!”

Levy nudges you. “You don’t happen to have any food do you!?”

“We got plenty, don’t worry!”

“Thank God!” Bryce whines. “We ran out of C-Rations a week ago! We had to start scavving for scraps!” You admit, your spirits are starting to soar now. You’ve turned this little mistake of a hunting trip into a rescue mission. Rutledge and company seem fairly competent too.

Then you hear the roar. The roar of a Rex. All of you stop in your tracks, looking back. The ear-splitting roar is loud enough to echo across the trees and make them shake. Not even the lightning drowns him out. Oh shit. Rutledge nudges you. “Come on. He’s just mad. We lost him a whiles back. He ain’t coming for us.”

> “You go on ahead. I got to finish him off.”
> “Alright, come on. I’ll lead you back to camp.”
> “No. We gotta stay. He’ll be back.”
> Other

Sorry for the extremely late update. Had some things that needed doing unfortunately. I gotta hit the sack and we shall be back in the morning for more. Hope you enjoyed.

Go ahead and discuss things if you want to, I live and thrive on watching you shadowrun a.

>>3175003
>> “You go on ahead. I got to finish him off.”
I'm gonna be honest, I just want to see the looks on their faces.
But maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea to do some scouting of our own, we really need to start looking out for targets of opportunity.

>>3175007
Thanks for running, man.

>>3175003
>“You go on ahead. I got to finish him off.”

I hope it remembers us

>>3175003
>“You go on ahead. I got to finish him off.”
"When you reach the ship, tell them I sent you."
Then don't tell them our name and just head off

>>3175003
>Alright, come on. I’ll lead you back to camp.”

We’re still injured remember... and we need to make sure Burke made it back

The Rex will keep, for now

>>3175003
> “Alright, come on. I’ll lead you back to camp.”
we're injured, we should get fixed up first.

>>3175003
> “You go on ahead. I got to finish him off.”
Not finishing it now is just asking for it to come back for a vengeance.

> “Alright, come on. I’ll lead you back to camp.”

To everyone voting to finish the rex off, just what do you think we have on us that can swing that? We dont have a DAB, or a rocket launcher, or anything larger than maybe a grenade. At best we could requisition that grenade launcher from Smith/Levy, and that still isnt going to do shit to a Rex.

>>3175003
> “Alright, come on. I’ll lead you back to camp.”

>>3175398
see
>>3175046

>>3175003
>> “Alright, come on. I’ll lead you back to camp.”

>>3175003
>> “Alright, come on. I’ll lead you back to camp.”
Get the big guns at camp, then set an ambush for the rex.

>>3175003
>> “Alright, come on. I’ll lead you back to camp.”
this wasn't even supposed to be more than a hunting trip

> “Alright, come on. I’ll lead you back to camp.”

Something primal stirs in you. The chance to kill a Rex for good is very tempting. Very tempting indeed. Rutledge shakes your shoulder, getting your attention. “Hey, you gonna lead us back?” You’re silent for a minute or two. That one-eyed bastard is out there, waiting for you. You could have him right now. “Come on. Let’s go.”

You nod, relenting. You’ll be back for him. And you’ll be more prepared. “Alright. Alright, let’s go. I’ll lead you back.” Rutledge motions you to take the lead. You sling your Carbine and start the long walk back. Rutledge, Smitty, Levy, Bryce, and Banner come up behind you, pulling security and watching the trees as you start walking. No one particularly seems in the mood to talk. That’s fine. You’re not either.

You hear another roar from that Rex as you leave the area. It makes you shudder from anticipation. Not today, old friend. You’ll be back.

…

…

The rain continues to pelt the lot of you as you walk. But then you hear someone shout, “There he is!” Coming up is the dark silhouette of the starship buried under the trees. And in front of it was Morrison and Nielson. “Holy shit, Boss!” yells Morrison. He walks up to you, a poncho over his armor and clothes as he walks up to you. He squints, looking at Rutledge and the others. “Who are these guys!?”

“New friends,” you say.

Rutledge offers his hand, smiling. “Rutledge. This is Smitty, Levy, Bryce, and Banner.”

“Shit, come on in! We got room to spare!” Everyone excitedly hurries into the starship. Once everyone is inside, Nielson shuts the door. Nielson looks at you, surprised. “Jesus Christ, come out with two people, come back with six. You a wizard or something?”

“Maybe,” you say. Nielson snickers, nudging you with his fist. “Where’s Tierney and Burke?”

“In the medbay getting checked over,” says Nielson. “You need some rest, man?”

> “Yeah, some rest would be good.”
> “Nah, I gotta get these wounds checked out.”
> “Let me get Harrell and Cope first, we gotta introduce Rutledge and company.”
> Other

>>3175746
>> “Nah, I gotta get these wounds checked out.”

>>3175746
>> “Let me get Harrell and Cope first, we gotta introduce Rutledge and company.”
> “Nah, I gotta get these wounds checked out.”
Dont want Cope getting on our ass that we let strangers in the ship

>>3175751
This.

>>3175751
ditto

>>3175751
Support

> “Nah, I gotta get these wounds checked out.”
> “Let me get Harrell and Cope first, we gotta introduce Rutledge and company.”

“I have to get these wounds checked out. But first, Rutledge. Can you and your girls follow me? We gotta introduce you to Harrell and Cope, they’re the ones in charge.”

“In charge?” asks Rutledge. “Like a CO?” You nod. “Ah. Alright. Show us the way then.”

“I’ll go get them,” says Nielson. He heads off down the hall towards the common room.

“Come on, this way,” says Morrison. He leads you all down the other way. He looks back and says, “Gotta say, it’s nice seeing some fresh faces. We thought we were the last survivors out here.”

“Same,” says Rutledge. “Once we lost comms with the Navy, we figured we just got left to die.”

“Ah, you know that-“

Rutledge nods, hand on his carbine as it hangs under his arm. “Yep. We figured since they hadn’t come get us or deployed any drones in the past week or two, they must have just up and left. Reasonable assumption to make. But… you guys got a good setup here from what I see.”

“You ain’t seen it all,” Morrison explains. “We got ourselves a medbay, the common room, a barracks, an armory. Then there’s the Lab with Delta.”

“Delta?” asks Bryce.

“Our little pet Steno,” Morrison says with a smirk. Rutledge looks at you, confused.

“Long story,” you say. You’ll have to fill him in later.

Morrison opens the medbay, revealing Tierney and Burke being tended to by Tombs and Graves. “Look who’s back!” he calls out. Graves looks over, hands on her hips as she glares at you. She doesn’t even seem to acknowledge the new faces. You step inside, smiling at her as you point to your shoulder.

“Yeah, I got shot-“ Graves whacks your helmet, silencing you.

“Damn fool,” Graves says. “Burke told me everything!”

Burke lays on the table, having the bullet be pulled out by the AutoDoc as she lies awake, apparently under the effects of some Pain-Stop. “For what it’s worth, we didn’t die so it was a good day all around,” she slurs.

Graves folds her arms as well. “Almost got Tierney killed too, Daddy! You need to learn when to leave things be, I swear!” You roll your eyes. She’s emasculating you in front of the newcomers, you seriously hate that. “Come on, sit down. Let me see how you are.” Tierney waves at you, her left cheek having a fresh pad of gauze on it. You’ll talk with her later about this. You sit down on a table and let Graves take a look at your shoulder with a scanner and penlight. “Alright, bullet’s still in there. And look at that! It didn’t hit anything important! Lucky you!”

Rutledge steps up next to you, a very knowing and sly grin on his face. “Yeah.” He looks at Burke, Tierney, then Graves. “Lucky you.” You roll your eyes again. He looks at Graves. “You got food, Doc?”

“Yeah. Morrison, can you?” asks Graves. Morrison nods, leaving out. “Rest of you, just take a seat on that table. I’ll check over all of you in a second.” Graves also checks your cheek too. “Jesus Christ, that sniper did a number on you.”

Nielson steps in. “Hey, Boss.” You almost look over by Graves grabs your chin and forces you to look at her as she checks on your cheek. She starts cleaning the blood off your neck and chin while Harrell and Cope step into your view. They both look curious.

“So. Who are your new friends?” asks Sergeant Cope.

Rutledge smiles. “Rutledge. These are my people, Bryce, Banner, Smitty, and Levy. You must be Sergeant Cope, we got your message.”

“Took you a while to meet us,” Cope says, folding his arms.

“How did you get here?” asks Lieutenant Harrell. Rutledge proceeds to explain the circumstances in detail.

Instead of going to meet with Cope at Hill 47, he instead took his team down to the southern coast to try and nab a boat so they could head for open ocean. As he explains it, “Lizards do have a navy, but they don’t have the air force or the space force to supplement it. If we found an island even off the coast that’s reasonably fertile, we could live for years on this planet if need be. But the Lizards beat us to the coast. Lost Harvey and Dane. We decided maybe there was some hope up here in the Swamp. We had to stealth our way past the Lizard lines to get here.”

“You tried to make for the coast?” asks Harrell. “That’s bold of you.” He shrugs, smirking. “Well, you’re welcome here. We got our plan ourselves. We try to get this ship back into orbit if at all possible. Or if not that, then we try and find some way to call for help. From what we understand, Whitney has told us that the Navy is standing by on the outer edges of the system. We could probably find some way to send a message out to them that way.” Rutledge’s smirk drops a little.

Rutledge shrugs. “Truth be told, um. I don’t believe in a plan like that. I mean, this ship is buried in the ground. Who knows how big it is,” he says. “Not to mention that-… I mean, the Dominion left us here. So. I don’t know if any of what you just said is valid.”

“You’re saying we shouldn’t be trying to escape,” Cope says. You look at Rutledge.

Rutledge folds his arms, silent for a few seconds. “I’m just saying, the Dominion left us to our own devices. Trying to find a way off this planet is fruitless in comparison to trying to figure out a stable way to survive on this planet. And, truth be told, this little Swamp we’re in isn’t exactly Elysium so.” Sergeant Cope steps up, glaring intensely at Rutledge. Rutledge looks back at Sergeant Cope. “You got a problem with that?”

“Corporal, speak to the Lieutenant and I with proper respect, we’re the ones in charge here,” Cope says. Rutledge quirks his brow, clearly confused. He looks at you. Graves looks at you too as well. Not to mention Nielson, Harrell, Tierney, Tombs… And Rutledge’s people.

> “They are in charge, Rutledge.”
> “We coordinate together.”
> Remain silent.
> “I’ll be honest with you, sirs. Authority is a fickle thing.”
> Other

>>3176019
>> “They are in charge, Rutledge.”
Officially.

>>3176019
>“They are in charge, Rutledge.”
Don't split the party.

>>3176019
>> Other
Harrell has the Authority, Cope has the experience, and I have the ability. It's a little bit of a mess, but we make it work.

For the record, it seems wrong to flat out say they're in charge, because we certainly don't think so, or act so

>>3176019
>“We coordinate together.”

>>3176019
>“They are in charge, Rutledge.”

>>3176019
Haha, fuck. Everyone looks to us as de-facto leader, even with Cope and Harrell still giving out orders.
That's not good.

As long as those two sit on their asses and do nothing can we build our rep and solidify ourselves as the unspoken head honcho. It's when these guys give a stupid or unreasonable order do we openly challenge their authority. Right now, trying to survive takes precedent.

Also given how the Lizards seem to want to hunt us down no matter where we go, if they'd had a navy being stuck on an island would be suicide.

>>3176073
Absolutely, but isn't now the time to set precedent? Or atleast not tell them they're fully in charge

>>3176037
I could support this

Or if you want a very technical answer they're the highest ranking people in this group yes.

>>3176146
None of them has tried anything suicidal so,..

>>3176415
Except when we lost 2 guys and another one got mutilated

>>3176493
M8. Don't be ridiculous. Those orders weren't anything unreasonable. So what if they've made bad judgement calls? Have we not done the same? My point is is that neither of them have done anything that warrants a power grab. When that comes, that comes. But to split the party in such critical moments is just asking for death. We assert our authority through our actions first.

> “They are in charge, Rutledge.”

“They’re in charge, Rutledge,” you say. You shrug, leaning back a little. You wince a little as Graves takes tools and starts fishing out the bullet in your shoulder. “They’re our superior officers after all. We have to respect that.” Graves looks at you, clearly not believing what you just said right there. It is true. They give the orders after all. Tierney tilts her head, clearly confused by what you just said. Nielson as well, he awkwardly shifts on his feet. And as for Rutledge’s people, they look at him, then start whispering among each other.

Rutledge stands there, and then he says, “Alright. Sirs.” He bows a little, motioning to them. “My apologies if I seem a little crass. It’s been a long while since we’ve been attached to the chain of command. Me and my people are at your disposal but please be sympathetic. We ran out of food some days ago. And we’ve been on the run for quite a bit. It’s been harsh for us.”

Lieutenant Harrell says, “We have C-Rations and some leftover meat and fruit from the hunts. We’ll let your people rest before we start working with them.”

“Wonderful!” Rutledge smiles. He stands stiff, looking at you for a second. And for that brief second, you can clearly see fury in his eyes, unstated as it is. He shakes his head before saying, “I’ll be here in the medbay. We should get ourselves checked out.”

“Right.” Lieutenant Harrell looks to you. “Corporal. Get some rest. Get healed up. And please, don’t let what happened today with Burke and yourself happen again. I mean, we should be lucky it led to Rutledge’s rescue but I’d rather we not take the risk.”

Sergeant Cope says, “We did some exploring downstairs. If you want to talk about it, come find me. We can organize another expedition.” With that, he leaves first. Lieutenant Harrell nods to you, patting your arm before taking his leave as well. Once the door shuts, Rutledge starts laughing.

He walks up to you. “You still take orders?” He points to the door. “From those fools?”

“We have to,” you say. “It’s the chain of command.”

Graves nods, looking at Rutledge. “Unless you talk of desertion.” Rutledge gives a very sharp stare at Graves. And to which Graves glares back, a hand on her pistol with the other holding the bullet she just fished out of your shoulder. “We’re in this together, Rutledge. And I am the type of person who will drag you kicking and screaming to the rescue boat even if you do not want to be rescued. Just ask Burke.”

Burke leans her head back, looking at you three. “She shot me in the frakking foot.”

Rutledge snorts. “Alright.” He smiles, placing his hands on his hips. “I can respect that, Doc. And I can respect you.” He points to you quickly, smiling at you. “I won’t allow myself to be made a degenerate by people who still believe the Dominion cares for us. But I respect a person who so clearly commands authority.” He steps past, then goes to sit with his people.

“Tombs.” Graves calls out to Tombs as he oversees the AutoDoc. “Can you go check on them?” He nods, walking over to you. Graves sighs, rubbing her forehead. “You’re done, Daddy. Just need to rest up a little. That cheek’s going to scar though.” She rubs at her eyes, grimacing a little.

“Tired?” you ask.

“I’ve been up waaaay too long,” she mutters. “Would you mind tucking me into bed, Daddy?” Tierney leans over, clearly displeased. Graves looks over at Tierney. “-Platonically-, Tierney. Jesus. We’re not gonna frak. Unless Daddy is into having sex with people while they sleep.”

> “I’ll walk you to the barracks. Come on.”
> Talk with Tierney a little. Make sure she’s okay.
> Try and get to know Rutledge and his people. Best to see who you’re dealing with.
> Other

>>3176568
>“I’ll walk you to the barracks. Come on.”

>>3176568
>> “I’ll walk you to the barracks. Come on.”
> Talk with Tierney a little. Make sure she’s okay.
We'll need to actually have a talk with her about what she did out there, and how proud/angry we are

>>3176568
>> “I’ll walk you to the barracks. Come on.”
>> Talk with Tierney a little. Make sure she’s okay.
>> Try and get to know Rutledge and his people. Best to see who you’re dealing with.
Bloody hell, we have to do all of these.

>>3176576
>>3176608
>>3176632
All of these. We're always so busy, you'd think we were the one in charge around here. Might as well be.

Then we need to get some sleep.

>>3176568
>Talk with Tierney a little. Make sure she’s okay.
> Try and get to know Rutledge and his people. Best to see who you’re dealing with.

I get people hate the chain of command, and we’re not a Dominion fan boy - but without a clear and respected chain, we’d likely kill ourselves before the lizards get to.

More people need to get this

>>3176756
I understand the chain of command, and I admit I was being a little overzealous, but the fact of the matter is that I dont trust Cope or Harrell to get us outta here. Cope seems ready to kill the MC, and Harrell needs to confer with us before doing anything.

But I agree, we shouldn't take command until everyone is on board.

>>3176568
>> “I’ll walk you to the barracks. Come on.”

> FUCK IT I GUESS WE DO EVERYTHING

You walk on over to Rutledge and his crew. “So what unit were you guys with?” you ask.

Rutledge says, “101st Division, same as you probably. 2nd with the 60th. We were part of a rifle company, our objective was trying to rush some bumfrak position somewhere, can’t remember at this point.”

Bryce takes her helmet off, wiping her face of sweat and rain. “Lizards really gave us the business. Can’t understand how.”

“They’re smart,” you say. “Way smarter than unfortunately we gave them credit for. Hell, I was almost killed by a Steno, same with Burke back there. Not to mention that Rex.”

Banner leans back, scratching at his cheek. “Lucky for us at least, seems you got a big crew here.” He smiles, leaning over to look at Graves as she sits in a chair, trying not to doze off on a short break. “And some nice medics.” She looks at Banner with a very vicious glare. “… nevermind. Uh. But, really, we’re glad that you took us in. I mean, after losing Harvey, we seriously thought we were done for.”

“Yeah, Harvey was a real fighter,” says Rutledge. “Helped keep us together. But after he and Dane bit it, we got chased all the way up here. That Rex picked us up a while ago. Chased us all the way out here. That one eyed bastard.” You resist the urge to boast about the fact that you destroyed that eye. You’ll leave it for another time, when things are a little quieter. “Look, much as we love being here though, we gotta come to an understanding. I don’t like the chain of command. It’s the CoC that got us in this mess in the first place.”

“I know,” you say. “But we have to deal with it. So far, Harrell and Cope haven’t thrown us into the meatgrinder.”

“Yet,” Rutledge says. “But trust me, they will, to save their own skins I bet.” You don’t doubt that.

Smitty sighs, leaning forward as Tombs checks his eyes with a penlight. “So when do we eat?”

“After we check you five out,” Tombs says. “Can’t have any diseases going about the ship. Nor spies. We had that happen with Joffrey. Lizards put a tracker in his stomach. We had to cut it out of him with the AutoDoc.”

“Christ.” Levy looks horrified by that. “They do that shit?”

“Worse.” You shake your head. “You should’ve seen what they did to Horner and Bakker.” They’re silent at that, clearly not desiring to know. “Anyway. If you fellas need anything, don’t hesitate to get me. Once you guys are fed and cleared to work, we need help. And trust me, five guys is going to make a world of difference.”

Rutledge nods. “We’ll do our best.” He winks, toothily smirking. “Boss.” They all snicker at the appellation. “I’ll be honest though, we’re all just regular riflemen. I mean, I used to study botany back at the trade school and Bryce here has a degree in chemistry. Other than that, Levy, Smitty, and Banner here are worthless. Use them for bait.” Banner smacks Rutledge on the helmet, to which the two start laughing.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you say. “Maybe we might need to grow some food later or something.” Rutledge nods. Fair. With that though, there’s not much else to say to them right now. You walk on over to Graves, then nudge her shoulder. She flinches, waking with a start. “Come on, I’ll walk you to the barracks. Tierney, you wanna come?”

“Sure.” Tierney steps off. And thus the three of you get out into the hallway. Graves yawns loudly, groaning a little as she scratches at her hip. “Are you tired, Graves?”

“Not in a good way,” Graves says. “It sucks being the only other medic. Everyone’s scared that Tombs is going to OD them on Pain-Stop despite all evidence to the contrary.” That’s a shame. Tombs is a very reliable person. Probably one of the few reliable people here you can really trust. “Well, except for Stoakes. But Stoakes is, you know, giving him blowjobs in the supply closet.” Tierney blushes a little at that mention, looking away. Now, you know that’s not true. Or is it? You’re not sure. You end up at the barracks, sighing. “You know, Daddy. My bunk is open if you want to cuddle.”

“I’ll think about it,” you say. Tierney frowns at that statement. Graves winks, then gently slaps your cheek.

“Keep watch on this, if it starts bleeding let me know,” she says. “I’ll kiss it better.” She steps into the barracks, yawning as she shuts the door behind her.

“Now.” You place your hands on your hips, then look at Tierney. “About you.” She glances down at the floor, not wanting to look you in the eye. “You go out alone, into enemy territory, with only a rifle, intending to possibly drag back two full grown adults. Hell, that’s funny especially considering the size of me, I’m a head taller than you are,” you say. She shrugs, agreeing. “And you were almost killed. What do you have to say for yourself?”

She rubs her arm, glancing away further. “I uh… I mean.” She’s normally so… averse to danger. How did she summon up that courage? “I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you. So.” Her face is an absolute glowing red, made only more obvious beneath the white gauze on her cheek. “There. Okay? It was like, my mind gave way to my heart.” Her face goes an even brighter shade of red. “… I shouldn’t have said that.”

> “Tierney, I’m proud. You should show more initiative like that.”
> “It’s best for you to stay here and find other uses.”
> “I don’t know what to say except thank you. It’s a complicated business.”
> Other

>>3177113
>> “Tierney, I’m proud. You should show more initiative like that.”
You were brave. Dumb? Absolutely, but there's always a bit of stupidity when it comes to this business. Just uh, try not to run into the forest alone after me again, I can usually handle myself and this rust bucket would be a lot more lonely without you.

>>3177113
>> “Tierney, I’m proud. You should show more initiative like that.”
What you did was INCREDIBLY reckless and stupid. Good job, taking after ourselves. But don't go making a habit of it and at least have backup on hand when you do it again.

>>3177113
>> “Tierney, I’m proud. You should show more initiative like that.
BUT try not to make this kind of really risky thing unless you absolutely have to.

>>3177113
>>3177144
Also, headpat the short woman.

>>3177113
> “Tierney, I’m proud. You should show more initiative like that.”

>>3177113
>> “Tierney, I’m proud. You should show more initiative like that.”
>"You have to be smart about it tho."

>>3177185
Supporting this.

Reckless courage only works for us because we’re the /MC/, she’s going to get dead very quickly if she doesn’t think things through

> “Tierney, I’m proud. You should show more initiative like that.”

“Tierney. I’m proud of you. You should really show more initiative like that. But listen, what you did was absolutely reckless and stupid. Sort of like the stuff that I do, I’ll admit.” She looks up at you, concerned but also probably confused. “Look.” You place your hands on your belt, sighing a little. “There’s a time and a place to be brave. But being brave also requires being smart too. Try not to do this again unless you really have to.”

“Right.” She nods. “Truth be told, I thought you were going to be a lot harsher on me given how things were…”

“It’s a process,” you say. “And, at the very least, you came back for me. But hey, I feel more offended that you thought me and Burke were going to die out there without your help.” She blinks, now suddenly put on the spot by that remark. You’re only joking. But then again, you and Burke were actually almost killed so maybe it wasn’t entirely a bad thing for her to come to your aide. “Anyway, it seems Cope and Harrell aren’t too mad.”

“I think they’ve got bigger things to handle now that Rutledge is here,” says Tierney. “I’ll be honest with you, something about Rutledge is strange.”

“Well, if they’re spies with trackers on them, we’ll know right away,” you say quietly. Tierney smiles a little, a slight giggle at her lips. You gently place your hand on her head, and she bites her lip a little as you let her pet her head. “Anyway, Tierney. Thanks for the help. I really appreciate it.”

“Y-… Yeah.” Her face is still red, and she sways on her feet as you continue patting her head. You let go of her then sigh deeply. You could use some rest.

“Well, I gotta hit the bunk,” you say. “Good-“ She steps in front of you, looking up at you. “… uh.”

Tierney looks past you really quickly, then she looks back up at you. “Listen. I know things are a little awkward between you and I.” She takes a breath. Even from outside her body, you get the feeling her heart is running the legendary Marathon. “But…” She looks up at you, hissing a little. “I-…” You look down at her more. Is she going where you think she’s going?

“What is it?” you ask quietly.

Tierney sighs. “I just want a kiss. That’s all.” She shrugs, quickly averting her gaze.

> “You’ll get it when you earn it.”
> “Now’s not the time.”
> “You’ll get more than that.”
> A kiss won’t hurt. Give it to her.
> Other

>>3177350
Well boys, do we do it?
Personally, I'm still gunning for Burke
>Kiss on the cheek
Thank her again and go to bed

>>3177350
>>3177357
>Kiss on the cheek
Yeah not a Tierney person either.

>>3177350
>> A kiss won’t hurt. Give it to her.
Alright best girl, you can get a kiss

>>3177350
Adorable as fuck

>> Other
On the forehead. And a hug. How many people would've rushed out to save us with no plan and a high likelihood of death?

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>>3177350
> A kiss won’t hurt. Give it to her.
What can men do against weaponized cute

>>3177350
>A kiss won’t hurt. Give it to her.

>>3177350
>I’ll be honest with you, something about Rutledge is strange.”
I kinda want her to expand on her thoughts...but I don’t want to ruin the mood.

>A kiss won’t hurt. Give it to her.
She’s definitely the ‘marry’ in ‘fuck, marry, kill’

Burke is cool, but more like our sister imo

Graves is 100% in the ‘fuck’ camp

>>3177540
>Burke is cool, but more like our sister imo
I agree desu. I wouldn't fuck Graves, though.

>>3177540
Yeah more or less if you had to categorize the three of them.

It’ll be a kiss on the cheek because I don’t want you guys to feel like you’re being forced to select a waifu here.

> A kiss won’t hurt. Give it to her.
> Other

You lean down and give her a quick peck on her cheek. It’s almost as if her face radiates heat from how embarrassed and yet how pleased she looks with that. “That do it?” you ask. She nods quickly, firmly. “Alright. I gotta get some rest, Tierney.”

“Okay, I- I won’t hold you up then,” she says. She steps past, smiling at you. “I’ll be in the Common room if you need me!” She hurries away, a pep to her step, probably the happiest you’ve seen her yet. Truth be told, her enthusiasm for your affection is adorable. It’s not something you consider girlfriend material but maybe you might come around to it. If you come around to it. You open the door, sighing deeply. You see Hood, Grimshaw, Graves, and Wexley are already fast asleep. Welp. Time for you to get some shut-eye you suppose. You close the door, then pick your bedroll. You lay yourself between the two tables and then place your helmet down and start taking your armor off. Your shoulder stings a little as you jostle it trying to get your plates off.

Once you’re done, you pull the meager blanket over yourself then shut your eyes. The day’s events have taken their toll. And you drift to sleep rather quickly.

…

…

“Hey, hey!” Graves kicks your head. “Wake up, Daddy!” Aw, for frak’s sake. Why do you always get woken up in the middle of some really good dreams? You turn your head, looking up at her. She looks down at you, alarm to her face as she hands you your carbine. “Deinos are outside.”

“What?” You sit up, your body suddenly snapping back from sleep to fight. “How many?”

Graves blinks. “… all of ‘em.” She shrugs, not particularly sure how to describe it. What? You sit up, then grab your helmet and your equipment. You quickly put it all on then follow Graves out the door. She hurries to lead you out of the hallway and to the main door. What does Graves mean by all of them? Surely she can’t mean that literally all of the Deinos in the woods have actually come to the front door.

She opens the main door and lets you through. The crew has gathered outside, with guns and everything. Tierney has taken up the Plasma Cannon. Even Burke is leaning on a barricade with a wounded leg and her DMR. Nielson, Morrison, Grimshaw, Hood, and Wexley stand behind her. Godwin stands on the other barricade with his flamethrower. Standing behind him are Stoakes, Cope, Harrell, Rutledge, Banner, Bryce, Levy and Smitty. Tombs and Harrell stand back by the door, ready as well with rifles. You can see why everyone is out here though.

>>3177586
This is going to be a fucking cliffhanger ain't it.

Because Graves is right. In foggy mist of the morning, there were at least a hundred or more Deinos with painted black faces or darkened grey ones. Among their number were several other Prides with differently colored faces too, yellow and blue and greens. And you even see Red among them, the –specific- Red. They all quietly look at you once you step outside. Despite their number, they’re all silent. And apparently without harmful intent. This must be about Toothy.

Standing in front of them, apparently leading them, is another Deino. At its sides were leather bags holding eggs the size of large bottles of water. The Deino has a face painted black, with a white stripe down the snout from the eyes to the nostril. It looks at you intently, baring its teeth quietly.

Rutledge looks at you. “You got some ‘splaining to do, boy.”

> “We better get inside. Just everyone get inside.”
> Step forward. And see what they want.
> Other

>>3177595
>> Step forward. And see what they want.
Oh boy. This could either go very good or very bad. At least Tierney got her kiss like she's been wanting since forever, before we die.

>>3177595
>> Step forward. And see what they want.
Not a time to show weakness now.

>>3177595
>Step forward. And see what they want.

>>3177595

> Step forward. And see what they want.

Looks like I blitzed the archives in time to get murdered by Deinos.

>>3177595
>Standing in front of them, apparently leading them, is another Deino. At its sides were leather bags holding eggs the size of large bottles of water. The Deino has a face painted black, with a white stripe down the snout from the eyes to the nostril. It looks at you intently, baring its teeth quietly.
Wait, Toothy's mate maybe? Wew.

>>3177595
>> Step forward. And see what they want.

>>3177602
Supporting.

> Step forward. And see what they want.

You step forward to them. Everyone looks at you with some elements of shock, fear, and surprise. Truth be told, you’re actually shaking in your boots. One wrong move and there’s going to be a bloodbath. No one will win, everyone will lose. You step forward to the leader, holding your hands out to show that you’re not armed and you mean no threat. The leader tilts its head, curious at you. You take a breath, slowly, steadily. Calm your absolutely breakneck beating heart.

The Leader plants a foot forward, then snaps its claw down and draws a line in the muddy ground. It starts walking. It circles around you. You see all your fellow soldiers point their guns at it, ready to tear it to shreds if anything happens. But you simply stand there. It sniffs at you, nearly pressing its snout against your arms and head a few times as it circles around you. It takes a deep whiff of your hands, then starts snarling loudly. That’s probably the hand that did Toothy in, yes.

The Leader opens its mouth, showing all of its razor sharp teeth inside and it’s gaping maw of a mouth. Then it gently closes its mouth, and bows, hissing lightly. You look around, confused. Uh. What is it doing?

Godwin leans over, whispering to Cope. “You think it wants to frak him?” Cope stares at Godwin, disgusted.

You’re going to be completely honest. That’s actually not out of the question. You have no idea what the hell it’s trying to say to you.

It looks up, cocking its head. The other Deinos murmur and quietly crow to each other, looking at you. They seem to be expecting something. But what? The Leader croaks at you, trying to get you to understand. You’re sorry, but without visual aide, it’s a little difficult. You shrug, staring at it in confusion. It reaches into its bags, then it places down its eggs on the ground. Wait. What?

…

The Leader hisses, much louder this time. It then steps up next to the eggs and bows once more to you, its tail wagging up high above its body. The Deinos, even Red, start chirping and screeching loudly. The Leader looks up at you, giving loud screeches, before again bowing its head.

Wait.

… is it offering you things? You step back. The Leader looks up and hisses, apparently indignant. You step back, still confused. Lieutenant Harrell steps up next to you, grabbing your shoulder. “What the hell is going on here?”

“I killed one of their Pride leaders last night and…” You blink, looking at them. They all stare at you, waiting for your next move. “I-… I guess they want to see what I do.” Well. You kill it, you buy it.

There’s now this giant group of Deinos now apparently waiting on your word.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uk_wUT1CvWM

I'm afraid that's where we end it tonight and for this weekend. May start it up again from this thread on Wednesday or Thursday as usual. Hope you're all enjoying yourselves regardless.

Go ahead and discuss things, dump questions, speculate, plot plans, all that junk.

>>3177951
WHAT A CLIFFHANGER. I guess we have a pride of deinos now.

>>3177945
It's our duty to raise it.
These hatching deinos will not be raised without a father.
We are the Deino Whisper, the Emissary of Hyperborea, Dragonslayer and Savior of Mankind,
and also a virgin.
And we're going to be a father.

>>3177951
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT

I hope delta can be an effective translate

>>3177983
Delta is going to be confused as fuck.

>>3177979
>and also a virgin.
Because we don't have a kid, we must father this pride, father this band of misfits, and father Tierney but in a sexual way thats not weird

>>3177989
We are the AllFather. We must sacrifice an eye and hang upside down from The Great Tree in the swamp in order to gain wisdom beyond man.
Honestly this shit if hype as fuck, I can't wait to see what happens next.

>>3177995
Yeah ngl I never thought this quest was gonna go past a few threads, or it would have ended about halfway ago. Survive has something much more sinister available for us

I am torn between the urge to find a way to genocide these fucks, and making them into some kind of viet-kong.

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>>3178590

“Alright, Corporal.” Lieuentenat Harrell, Sergeant Cope, and Rutledge huddle up with you by the door while everyone else waits close by at the barricades. Still waiting at your word were the hundred or so Deinonychus, including that Leader with the eggs. “Explain carefully what happened.”

You shrug. There’s not really much you can add really. “I killed a Pride leader and now I guess I’m in charge of the Pride. That must be how their societal structure works. Might makes right, the strong survive, all that stuff. But I guess that leader I killed must have been really influential.” You figured Toothy was a prime mover in their little village. You didn’t think it was this large though. Truth be told, you’re nervous. If they’re expecting you to feed them all, they’re going to be sorely disappointed. The Leader tilts its head, glaring at you in particular. You don’t know what its problem is. Maybe it’s a good friend of Toothy.

“We can’t keep these Lizards around,” says Sergeant Cope. “It’s hard enough trying to keep our location hidden with just us. If we have to have these guys living around us, that could expose our position.”

“Sergeant Cope has a point, we’re definitely within range of their artillery. It’ll only take something like the sudden arrival of a hundred or more Deinos in one single area getting their attention,” Lieutenant Harrell explains. “Corporal. You should probably tell them to leave.”

“Now, now, hold on.” Rutledge holds up a hand, stopping them. “We can’t just pass this up.”

“What do you mean?” asks Lieutenant Harrell. “We can’t speak their language. It’s likely that if the Corporal’s theory about their societal structure is correct, he’ll have to fend off attempts on his life from other Deinos trying to succeed him. Not to mention they’re primitive with spears and rocks.”

“Sir. They’ve done quite a bit holding the Lizards back in the South and the East,” you explain. “The Lizards clearly respect their authority on their home turf so to speak.”

“Even so,” says Sergeant Cope. “We can’t take care of these things.”

“Sergeant, Lieutenant, we’re looking a gift horse in the mouth,” says Rutledge, more firmly. “These Lizards are putting themselves up to serve the Corporal here. We can’t just send them on their way. They’re willing to get along with us. We don’t want to make anymore enemies than we need to and right now, these little bastards are offering to be our friends.” He grabs your arm, smiling at you. “And right now, our little Corporal here may as well become their new village Chieftan.”

“Well how are we supposed to talk with them?” asks Sergeant Cope. “Through Delta?”

“Who’s Delta?” asks Rutledge.

“Our Steno,” you say. “You haven’t met him.” Rutledge nods, understanding.

“Corporal, this is a bad idea,” says Lieutenant Harrell.

"We don't have many options, Lieutenant," says Rutledge. He smiles at you. "Come on, Corporal. Maybe there's some fine Deino poontang waiting for you."

> “Let’s at least hear them out. Maybe it’s not what we think. Let’s get Delta out here.”
> “If they’re willing to help us and work with us, then let’s do it. Get Delta here.”
> “I’ll send them on their way.”
> Other

As per usual, we'll leave the vote up overnight and I shall resume posting when I get back from work tomorrow. So go ahead and leave your votes in and go ahead and discuss whatever plans you may have in you.

>>3185633
>> Other
I'm really hesitant to bring Delta out, the natives really don't like the lizards and vice versa. I want to try drawing out the lizard's artillery position on the hill and warn them of how dangerous it is to congregate in big numbers like this.
I don't know, draw out a bunch of lizards in a group indicating them, point to the hill, then point back to the group and stomp on it. Maybe that'll get the point across.

> “I’ll send them on their way.”

The last thing we need is a whole fucking village of savages bring even more attention down on us.
We also dont need our throats slit by a lizard making a power play for ownership of the tribe or some shit.

>>3185698
Supporting

>3185633
> “Let’s at least hear them out. Maybe it’s not what we think. Let’s get Delta out here.”
Maybe have some one check with delta to see if the deinos are going to chimp out because we are harboring one of their enemies.

>>3185633
>“Let’s at least hear them out. Maybe it’s not what we think. Let’s get Delta out here.”

>>3185633
> “I’ll send them on their way.”

>>3185631
>> “Let’s at least hear them out. Maybe it’s not what we think. Let’s get Delta out here.”

>>3185633
Lets get delta out here. It's gonna be obvious he's a prisoner, and we'll be able to communicate better, as I assume he speaks the same language

>>3186830
>It's gonna be obvious he's a prisoner
But at the same time, I really don't think this race has a concept for 'prisoner.' They usually just kill and eat each other, or use them for bait THEN kill and eat each other.

>>3186913
I mean, these are tribes, and they seem to somewhat follow the patterns humans did, and also don't forget the Tech dinos use slave labor, and have a hierarchy, so I would bet money they know what slaves are, even if they dont do it

>>3185633
>> “If they’re willing to help us and work with us, then let’s do it. Get Delta here.”

> “Let’s at least hear them out. Maybe it’s not what we think. Let’s get Delta out here.”

“Let’s at least hear them out,” you say. “Maybe it’s not what we think. Maybe they just want to give us a few gifts and be on their way. But, we need to find someone that can translate for us. I say we get Delta out here.” Lieutenant Harrell tilts his head, skeptical. “Sir. I can’t exactly play charades with them all day. Delta’s got the best chance of understanding what they’re saying and vice versa.”

“Fine.” Lieutenant Harrell snaps his fingers. “Hood, Grimshaw.” The two leave the barricade, coming over at the ready. “Get the prisoner out here.” They nod, hurrying inside. “You better be right about this, Corporal.” You hope you are at least. Rutledge smiles, patting your arm in agreement. He’s with you at least on this.

The Deinos wait with you all the few minutes that it takes for Delta to get outside. Hood and Grimshaw lead him out on a rope. Delta hisses, snapping indignantly at Hood and Grimshaw before freezing at the sight of all the Deinos outside. Hood tries to pull him forward. But Delta refuses to budge. Short as he is, that Lizard is not coming. He’s even driven his toe claws into the ground. “Come on, you scaley frak!” yells Grimshaw. The Leader Deino snarls, glaring intensely at Delta. Delta tries to back away.

“Hold on, I got him,” you say. Hood and Grimshaw look at you, then release the rope to you. You take it, then urge Delta close. Delta walks behind you, peering his head out from around your back as you walk up to the Leader. The Leader stares intensely at Delta. The Deinos behind her start chirping and crowing at the sight of him. Hopefully they don’t all decide that he’s fresh meat. You look at Delta. He looks back up at you. “Ask them what they’re here for,” you say.

Delta tilts his head, then chirps at the Leader. The Leader recoils back, looking at Delta with some contempt. Delta again chirps, then points his snout up to you. The Leader clicks its teeth, brushing its foot against the ground as it looks at you. Delta nudges you with his snout, getting your attention. He starts drawing in the mud.

He draws a Deino with large pronounced teeth, Toothy you’d guess. He draws the pack below him, along with the white-striped Leader next to Toothy. Then he crosses Toothy out, and draws you victorious over him. Oh. So it is what you think it is. You killed Toothy, now you inherit his pack. Delta nods at you, then circles you and the Leader in the mud.

… Okay, now you’re confused.

Rutledge leans over, smirking. “I think what Delta is trying to get across is that this Deino here.” He points to the Leader. “Is a girl.” Oh. Oooh. Very hard to tell the difference actually. “And she’s now your mate, buddy.” The Leader squints at you. “And now you’re in charge of his pack.”

“Okay, I get that,” you say. “But what does that have to do with us?”

Delta chirps at the Leader again. The Leader snaps at Delta, making him flinch back. Delta growls at the Leader before translating once more on the ground. He draws you once more, with the corpse of the Spinosaurus, and the corpse of Toothy, and the corpses of Lizards as well. You’re standing atop them, victorious in pose. Then he draws the rest of the pack around you.

In short, it seems the Pride is recognizing you for your exploits. Both in fighting the Lizards and defeating that Spinosaurus and in defeating one of their bigger Pride leaders. The Leader looks at you, licking at her teeth. Then Delta draws something else.

He draws the forest swamp on the ground, and draws Lizards closing in on three sounds, the north, the east, and the south. The Deinos are inside the swamp, crying out. Then he points at you once more, making a biting and slashing gesture with his hands.

“What are they saying?” asks Sergeant Cope.

Delta barks, nudging you once more with his snout. You see how it is now. The Lizards are coming to fight them and kill them. But they’ve found you. And now they’ve come to ask you to take charge and lead them in the fight. You look at Delta. He nods. That’s correct. Delta snarls at the Leader before stepping back behind you. The Leader makes a shrill crying noise at you, almost… pleading.

> Send them away. You can’t help them.
> Well, if they’re asking, you can’t just refuse them.
> Other

>>3187442
> Well, if they’re asking, you can’t just refuse them.
N O O N E

>>3187442
> Well, if they’re asking, you can’t just refuse them.
L E F T B E H I N D

>>3187442
>> Well, if they’re asking, you can’t just refuse them.
DINO COMMANDER AND ULTIMATE BADASS MC

>>3187442
>> Well, if they’re asking, you can’t just refuse them.
In this situation the any enemy of our enemy is our friend.

>>3187442
>Well, if they’re asking, you can’t just refuse them.

I wonder if there's an armory on the alien ship

>>3187436
I like Rutledge.

> Well, if they’re asking, you can’t just refuse them.

“Well, if they’re asking for our help, we can’t we just refuse them.”

“Corporal. We don’t have the ability to help them,” Sergeant Cope says loudly. “We can’t even speak their language!”

“Enemy of our enemy is our friend, Sergeant,” Rutledge says. “Look. These Lizards want our help. We need them just as much as they need us. We gotta work together if we want to get the Lizards off our backs.” He steps in front of you, then points out to the Deinos. “Now, this may not be all the Deinos in this swamp, but a hundred or so? That’s a good start for a guerilla war I think. They were putting up a good fight before. With us, they’ll put up a better one. We even stand a good chance to throw them out.”

“For how long though?” asks Sergeant Cope. He folds his arms, glaring at you two. “Don’t just assume that if we do beat them back, they’ll just leave us alone. They play for keeps. They’ll be back. And they’ll be pissed.”

“Just driving off the Lizards alone will give us a lot of time,” Rutledge says. “Time for what, well, that’s for y’all to decide. But me, I’m willing to hear out these Lizards and see how they’re willing to help us.” He looks at the Leader. She snarls at Rutledge, clearly thinking as little of him as she would the grit between her toes. “And as for her, well. You know, she’s a real cute lady. How can we refuse?”

“That’s disgusting,” Lieutenant Harrell says.

“Well.” Tierney pipes up, getting everyone’s attention. She shrinks a little, being put on the spot. But she stands firm. “If the Corporal says it’s a good idea. And if Rutledge thinks it is too, maybe it’s worth a shot.”

“Yeah.” Nielston steps up next to her, much more firm. “I mean, if they wanted to kill us now, they would’ve. I say if they want our help, we’ll give them our help.”

“If they have food, we need that,” Graves says bluntly. “And water. And materials for things like clothes. Possibly weapons. Guides through the Swamp.” The idea starts spreading. “Lieutenant, Sergeant. I just don’t see a downside aside from the odd power struggle between our Corporal and any one of those aspiring Pride leaders. But even then, our good Corporal has shown himself time and again able to prove himself worthy of the title.” Your chest swells with pride. You’re not used to being praised like that, actually. You smile, but quickly switch off when Harrell and Cope look at you. They don’t seem amused.

Sergeant Cope sighs, then looks at Lieutenant Harrell. “You can’t seriously…”

“If the team thinks so, I’m not in a position to refuse,” says Lieutenant Harrell. Sergeant Cope scoffs, turning away to walk back inside the ship. Lieutenant Harrell jabs his finger into your chest, getting your attention. “Corporal, these Lizards are your responsibility. Use them however you like. But don’t get too comfortable with them. If need be, we have to think about ourselves before them.”

“Sir.” You nod. Rutledge grins, pleased with himself. Delta looks up at you, clearly waiting to see what you do next.

> Send the Deinos back to their villages and homes. Best not to cluster them. You’ll get them when you need them.
> Have the Deinos stay here for now. You might need them soon.
> Other

>>3187920
>Send the Deinos back to their villages and homes. Best not to cluster them. You’ll get them when you need them.

>>3187920
>You smile, but quickly switch off when Harrell and Cope look at you. They don’t seem amused.
kek

>Send the Deinos back to their villages and homes. Best not to cluster them. You’ll get them when you need them.
Be sure to have Delta stress the importance of not making themselves obvious targets of opportunity for artillery. That hill can rain hell down on just about anywhere in the swamp if a spotter calls it in.

>>3187920
> Other
>Keep a small squadron, the majority return to the camps. You may have need for a larger force, if that's the case then a fast dino can travel back to camp. It's a native and should know the way quite easily.

>>3187920
>>3187930
Oh, also; have an envoy stick around to relay information back and forth, they can claim a room in the ship to stay in.

>>3187920
>> Send the Deinos back to their villages and homes. Best not to cluster them. You’ll get them when you need them.

>>3187936
>>3187935
>>3187930
I'll support these. I'm sure they know about the artillery, but doesnt help to reiterate

> Send the Deinos back to their villages and homes. Best not to cluster them. You’ll get them when you need them.
> Other

“Delta.” He looks up at you, waiting. “Send them back to their homes, tell them not to bunch up and make themselves targets of opportunity. The Lizards can bring down the rain pretty quick if they get a spotter in. But have a few stay here as runners. We might need them.” Delta chirps, clicking his teeth at the Leader. The Leader screeches, then turns to the other Deinos. She howls at them, a shrill howl that sounds through the trees. The Deinos howl and screech and immediately scatter into the Swamp, disappearing. Three Deinos stay behind, waiting, including the Leader. Excellent. The Leader steps up and bows her head to you, chirping quietly.

Godwin smirks, nudging Tierney. “Looks like you got more competition, missy.” Tierney glares at Godwin, viciously. Godwin scoots back, whistling innocently. He looks over at Morrison. “Hey, Morrison. Maybe you can throw him some tips.”

“Shut up,” Morrison says quickly.

“We can probably give her a room or something,” you say. Harrell does not look pleased with that suggestion. “She has her eggs. We gotta put them somewhere I guess,” you say. “Same with these three runners we got.”

Nielson walks up to you, hand on his belt. “I can grab some wood, build them a shelter. Uh, Early, you wanna help me?” Early nods, walking up to him with Carbine in hand. “Any other volunteers would be good.”

“I’ll help you out, boy,” says Godwin. He places the flamethrower down on the wall. “Come on, Connell, let’s give him a hand.” Connell grunts in response, moving with Godwin. Nielson and company start to work.

Rutledge sticks his fingers between his lips and gives a sharp whistle, loud enough that even the Deinos look at him. “Right, rest of you to your positions! Nothing to see here! Uh!” He points to Bryce and Banner. “Bryce, Banner. Take watch for us please on that tower?” Bryce gives a quick mocking wave before heading up the ladder with Banner. He looks at you, then grins. “I’ll give you some quality time with the Wife.”

“Is that what we’re calling her now?” you ask.

“Well, she is your Wife now essentially, bucko,” Rutledge says. You roll your eyes. “Relax, I’m ribbing ya. Lack of better term let’s say. Anyways, I’ll be inside.” He starts towards the door, then notices Burke holding onto the barricade. Rutledge offers his hand. “May I, miss?” Burke slaps it away, before limping herself over to the door. “Okay then.” Rutledge shrugs.

Graves steps next to him. “Don’t worry, she’s like that with everyone.”

“Hey, I appreciate spunk,” says Rutledge. “Just as long as it don’t get all over me.” Graves snorts, walking inside as well with Tombs and Stoakes.

Right. Well, what should you do now?

> Help build the shelter for the Deinos. Chat with Nielson and friends. Maybe get to know the Wife. Somehow.
> Sergeant Cope did say to go see him about another downstairs expedition if you wanted to.
> You need breakfast. This is all happening way too fast.
> Other

>>3188129
>> You need breakfast. This is all happening way too fast.

>>3188129
>You need breakfast. This is all happening way too fast.

>>3188129
>> You need breakfast. This is all happening way too fast.
Lets get something for Steno too. He's been invaluable. I still can't believe he understands english, what a turn of events

>>3188129
>> You need breakfast. This is all happening way too fast.
Eat first.

>>3188143
Agree with this.
Also Rutledge is a perfect match for Graves.

> You need breakfast. This is all happening way too fast.

Ugh. You need breakfast. You rub your nose, stepping inside the ship again. The Deinos stay outside, watching Nielson and crew assemble their new shelter while Grimshaw takes Delta’s rope, leashing him in case they need to do some talking with the Deinos. You sigh, rubbing your temples as you walk through the hall to the Common room. First thing’s first, you need some goddamn breakfast.

You enter the common room and find Rutledge talking with Morrison and Wexley. “I heard you boys been hunting some Lizards? They good eating?”

Wexley nods. “Yeah. Try ‘em.” He offers a plate of Dimorphodon meat to Rutledge. He takes it then forks some into his mouth.

“Oh Jesus, that is good, who made this?” he asks. Wexley points to himself, smiling. “Damn, son. You made some nice shit out of this.”

“Shit ain’t the word I’d use,” Morrison says. Rutledge snickers, taking a few bites of the meal. You sit down at a table and pull up your own plate of food too, some more of that Dimorphodon meat along with slices of fruit. Seems the C-Rations are being saved for a rainy day. Probably one of the few smart decisions being made by Sergeant Cope and Lieutenant Harrell. You start eating it up then and there. Morrison looks over at you. “Hey, the lovely groom.” You give him the finger in response.

“Kettle calling the pot black,” Wexley mutters. Morrison nudges him, snorting.

“You married to an alien?” asks Rutledge. Morrison sighs, hesitating before giving a slight nod. “Oh. Huh. Weird but okay, won’t pry. Probably get more than most of us here. Especially since apparently this motherfrakker here is making a harem out of all the girls.”

“He don’t touch ‘em,” Wexley says. Rutledge looks at you, confused.

“It’s not a situation where sex is appropriate, okay?” you say. You lean on the table and watch as Stoakes and Tierney walk inside to grab their own meals. “We’re kind of fighting for our lives.”

“Fair enough, but that’d be an excuse in my mind to go for it all the same,” Rutledge says. “But I won’t judge. If you’re trying to be a saintly man maintaining his purity, you go on ahead.” You roll your eyes at him. Please, not him too. “Anyway, Morrison, was it?” Morrison nods. “Tell me about your wife. Is she hot?”

“Most beautiful woman in my life,” Morrison says. Rutledge smiles brightly, nodding.

> Talk with Rutledge, see if you can’t get to know him a little more.
> Chat with Tierney, see how she’s doing.
> Finish off your breakfast then head out to work. (Doing what?)
> Other

I must head to sleep now, it's getting late for me. Go ahead and leave your votes in and we shall resume in the morning.

>>3188506
>> Talk with Rutledge, see if you can’t get to know him a little more.
GET TO KNOW THE NEW GUY. I like him so far.

>>3188512
Thanks for running dude.

>>3188506
> Chat with Tierney, see how she’s doing.

See you in the morning QM

>>3188506
>> Chat with Tierney, see how she’s doing.
“Fair enough, but that’d be an excuse in my mind to go for it all the same,” Rutledge you glorious man you

>>3188506
>> Chat with Tierney, see how she’s doing.

>>3188506
>> Chat with Tierney, see how she’s doing.

> Chat with Tierney, see how she’s doing.


You sit down next to Tierney and Stoakes as they eat. “Crazy stuff out there, huh?” you ask.

Stoakes nods. “Sure is. I can’t believe that you’re a bonafide Pride leader now. All because you killed the right Lizard! I wonder if I should do something like that!”

“Trust me, you probably shouldn’t,” you say. “I was almost killed after all.” Stoakes nods, agreeing on that. “Still, Tierney, thank you for backing me up on that. I think you got everyone else going too, might’ve convinced Lieutenant Harrell to let us do it.”

“Oh, yeah! I mean-…” Tierney smiles, tapping her hands on the table. “We need all the help we can get after all. And they’re willing to help. Besides, if it wasn’t me, it probably would’ve been Nielson anyway, hehe. He’s a braver guy than me so you know.” You shrug, aiming to finish off your Dimorphodon. “But think of this now, we got the numbers now. We could probably take Hill 47 if we wanted to.” Tierney brings up a good point. Taking Hill 47 with just you humans would’ve been a suicide mission. With the Deinos? It goes from suicide to merely very difficult. You can attack from multiple angles now, you can set up distractions of all kinds, you can probably hold the hill itself as well. Things could get interesting. “Heck, if we do, there’s one thing I want to do.”

“What’s that?” asks Stoakes.

“I want to wash myself down in that river,” says Tierney, blissfully. “I mean, here we have the shower but Harrell wants us strictly only showering for maybe three minutes at best to save the hot water for everyone. And the bath…” She motions to the now somewhat disused bathtub that Whitney set up. “Little exposed for my taste. Some running water would be great.”

“Yeah!” Stoakes sigh, resting her head in her hands, her elbows on the table. “Shame really that I didn’t bring my swimsuit.”

Tierney and you look at Stoakes. “Swimsuit?”

“Yeah.” Stoakes nods. “I mean, I’ll be honest, I was one of those people that thought we’d roll over the Lizards in like a day or two. I knew a few girls like me who were bringing swimsuits so they could sunbathe on the beach when it was all over. I didn’t, I wanted to save the space.”

“That’s smart of you,” you say.

Tierney blinks, tilting her head. “What kind of swimsuit was it?”

“Oh, just a bikini, nothing too revealing. Though if we ever got time to swim around and enjoy some freshwater, I’ll be fine skinny dipping,” says Stoakes. You look over at Stoakes. Tierney looks at you, surprised. You quickly look back at your meal. Stoakes looks between you two, confused, before going on, “Though I hear people from Hopewell skinny dip too.” You almost choke on your meal. Stoakes! Come on!

That’s completely true but come on! Tierney looks at you, also surprised. She then quickly sizes you up before going back to her meal, still staring at your chest and at your face.

Rutledge walks over, slapping his hands on yours and Tierney’s shoulder. “You two seem to be having an entertaining conversation.” From the outside, yes. He looks down at Tierney. “By the way, Tierney. I hear you tried to rescue our little buddy last night from the clutches of the Lizards.” Tierney looks up at Rutledge, then glances away. “That’s mighty bold of you, you know?”

“R-… really?” Tierney looks up at Rutledge, surprised at the praise.

“Yeah!” Rutledge leans in, grinning. He looks at you. “Ain’t you proud of her?”

> “I’m proud, but I’d rather not encourage it.”
> “Of course I am. She’s got guts.”
> “Somewhat.”
> Other

>>3189175
>> “I’m proud, but I’d rather not encourage it.”
Let's not pretend it could have gone really,really wrong.

>>3189175
>“Of course I am. She’s got guts.”
Dont let it get to your head though, I dont want you doing that ever again.

>>3189175
>> “Of course I am. She’s got guts.”
She knows where we stands on what she did.


I'm getting weird vibes from Rutledge. He seems to share many of our same viewpoints, but there's something about him that's off...

>>3189175
> “Of course I am. She’s got guts.”
I'm getting the feeling that Rutledge is going to be a problem later on... He'd better not make a move on our harem.

>>3189189
>I'm getting weird vibes from Rutledge. He seems to share many of our same viewpoints, but there's something about him that's off...

Thank god it's not just me.

>>3189175
>> “I’m proud, but I’d rather not encourage it.”
>>3189193
Well Tierney did say there was something off about him as well....

>>3189175
>> “I’m proud, but I’d rather not encourage it.”
Maybe when Rutledge goes away we should talk with some of our guys about him.

>>3189175
> “Of course I am. She’s got guts.”
Dare I say she was as suicidal with her actions as we usually are.

>>3189175
>“I'm proud, but I'd rather not encourage it."

Didn't Tierney get this talk already from us?

>>3189189
>>3189193
>weird vibes from Rutledge

Agreed. Not sure if he is just trying to shake up the 'command' structure', dismantle it, or go full 'crazy god-king survivor'.

This quest was entertaining as hell to archive blitz. Glad I caught up!

> “I’m proud, but I’d rather not encourage it.”
> “Of course I am. She’s got guts.”

“I’m proud. She’s got guts. And after all, she went out there alone, with only a rifle and a machete to hold her over. But at the same time, I’d rather not encourage it.” You lean back a bit, looking at him with a stern expression. “I’m not exactly the best role model, Rutledge.”

“Hmph.” Rutledge smirks, then gently pats Tierney’s head. Tierney squirms a little, looking up at him with some skepticism in her eyes. “Fair enough.” He messes her hair up into a fuzzy ball of hair on top of her head before letting go. “Anyway, buddy. I’ll be in the medbay if you need me.” He walks away, whistling to himself.

“What do you need to go into the medbay for?” asks Stoakes.

“Ah, I got a booboo that needs kissing and only that sweet sweet nurse can do it for me,” he says with a coy smile. “Course, last time I talked to her, apparently she’s been calling you Daddy, buddy.” You shrug. Yeah, you’re not going to explain that to him. “Weird one that girl. Other than that, I just wanna get to know the medics a little. One thing I’ve learned is that you never take for granted the people that can heal you. So.” He gives a quick salute. “Ta-ta.” With that, he walks out of the common room.

Tierney tilts her head, before quietly pressing her hair back together with her hands. “Does he strike as kind of funny?”

“He is pretty funny,” says Stoakes.

“Not funny funny, I’m saying –funny- funny,” Tierney replies. Stoakes nods slowly, understanding.

“How do you mean?” you ask.

Tierney shrugs, frowning a little, apparently trying to figure out the words for it in her head. “I don’t know. I mean, he’s a Corporal. But he never introduced himself to us as a Corporal. Bryce, Smitty, Levy, and Banner are more concerned about eating and getting themselves comfortable too. But I guess that’s more to do with the fact that they haven’t had food in a while and they’ve been on the run a lot longer than we have.”

“You’re suspicious.”

“A little.” Tierney bites her lip, glancing away. “That’s just me anyway. I mean, maybe I’m wrong. He’s only been here a day.”

> “I’ll go talk with him, see what he’s about.”
> “You probably are. Give him some time.”
> “Why don’t you talk with him? He seems to like you.”
> Other

>>3189380
>“I’ll go talk with him, see what he’s about.”

>>3189380
> “I’ll go talk with him, see what he’s about.”
and
>"Keep an eye on him just in case."

Is it possible that he's lying about his rank? What's the possibility that he's a conscript from a prison planet like Burke?

>>3189380

> “I’ll go talk with him, see what he’s about.”

Beware the Living

>>3189404
Super likely. I'm thinking he might try to take over this group himself and run it like some sorta raider gang, or something a little more sexual....

>>3189523
My chips on him manipulating people (mainly the girls) behind our backs and appearing as a benevolent pal while we're around.

>>3189380
>> “I’ll go talk with him, see what he’s about.”
Should probably talk to Graves separately as well after he leaves the medbay and see what he tried to do.

> “I’ll go talk with him, see what he’s about.”

“I’ll go talk with him, see what he’s about,” you say. You finish off your breakfast then slide it forward, letting Tierney and Stoakes take it for washing. You stand up and head on over to the door and out into the hallway. Truth be told, you’re also a little suspicious of Rutledge’s intentions. He has only been here a day, but he seems quite agreeable with you. And that concerns you, even you wouldn’t be so agreeable with the things you do. Something might be up.

You head on down to the medbay and open the door to see Graves running the checklist as she transfuses blood to a sitting and very woozy looking Burke. The U-Blood bag stands on a makeshift stand, held up by some hooks hanging on the wall. Tombs meanwhile sorts through all the equipment while Joffrey lays back in his bed, apparently asleep. “So I was just saying, you know? You ever interested, you let me know.”

You walk up behind Graves. She looks at Rutledge with some tired eyes then looks at you. “Sorry, Rut. You have to be…” She raises her hand up to the top of your head. “This tall to ride-“ She points to her chest and to her crotch, “-this ride.”

“I ain’t?” he asks, snickering. You shrug, hands on your belt as you simply stand there. “Ah, whatever. You got good taste anyway, Graves.” He looks at you. “Gee whiz, buddy, if I were a woman I’d splash my panties everytime you walk in.” He makes a smooching motion at you. “Of course, I don’t discriminate.”

“Yeah, I don’t need to know that,” you say. “You got a minute to talk, Rutledge?” He nods. You lead over to the side. “Listen, Rutledge. I appreciate your support and everything. But, there are some concerns that you probably aren’t on the level.” He folds his arms, looking at you quite dumbfounded. Probably shouldn’t have said it like that but you don’t know how else to put it. “You’re a Corporal, right?”

“Sure am,” he says. “And the rest of my people are Privates. I’m just not really in the mood to really care about rank anymore.”

“Well, rank still matters here,” you say. “We’ve gotta have that chain of command if we want to survive.”

“Ah, trust me, buddy.” He smiles. “We’re all survivors here. Rank doesn’t factor into that. But hey, I respect you. Everyone here seems to really like you so I won’t try and be no enemy to you for the sake of it.” He looks past you at Graves. Graves looks over, then shrugs. “You know, for a girl who says she’s really frustrated and tired, she seems fixated on you specifically.”

“That’s flattering,” you say.

“But, that’s not what I want to ask you.” He gently pokes his finger into your chest, looking at you. “Look, buddy. I want your honest opinion on something if you care to tell me.” You nod to him. “Our chances of getting off this planet. How are they?”

“Well, we have this ship. If we can get it running-“

“Nah, nah, look.” He looks back at Graves and Tombs, more seriously. He gently pulls you back towards the door when they’re not looking. “Your honest opinion. What are our chances of getting off this planet?”

> “Very little.”
> “If we don’t get off, the Dominion’s gonna come back at some point anyway.”
> “Trust me, I’ll get us off this planet. I’ve promised people that.”
> Other

>>3189680
>> “Trust me, I’ll get us off this planet. I’ve promised people that.”
"I don't want to fucking live here"

>>3189680
>Rut's already hit on two girls in the span of a day. Kek.
Can we call him 'Rat' instead?

His personality switches way too much between smoocher, worried corporal and girl chaser depending on who's around.

As soon as our back is turned he asks Graves for a quickie? The next thing you know he's bringing up how all the girls apparently 'flock to you'. I wouldn't trust this guy with my breakfast.
--
> “Trust me, I’ll get us off this planet. I’ve promised people that.”

And if he doubts us
> “If we don’t get off, the Dominion’s gonna come back at some point anyway.”

>>3189680
>> “Trust me, I’ll get us off this planet. I’ve promised people that.”
We'll either make good on our promise or die in the process.

>>3189680

"Tactically or Strategically speaking?"

"Short term, we're SOL under the hill's guns. Longer term, our chances increase. Either we secure our own tickets off, or the Dominion comes back and we're a big ticket intel asset to be secured and extracted."

>>3189693
>>3189730
Supporting both of these. The Dominion may be eh but I'd rather be back on Hopewell then stuck on this damn planet as long as there's the chance of getting off.
Also Rutledge is coming off as a more competent, sneaky Godwin I guess. Our harem can take care of themselves though so not that worried.

>>3189680
>> “If we don’t get off, the Dominion’s gonna come back at some point anyway.”
>> “Trust me, I’ll get us off this planet. I’ve promised people that.”
This planet is so important to the Dominion anyway I doubt they'll not come back eventually

> “Trust me, I’ll get us off this planet. I’ve promised people that.”

“Trust me, I’ll get us off this planet. I’ve promised people that.”

“Oooh, tough luck,” says Rutledge. “Ain’t nobody ever tell you not to make promises you can’t keep?”

You tilt your head, stepping forward slightly. He looks up at you, standing firm. “Is that supposed to mean something?”

“I know our chances, buddy. Dominion’s not coming back for a while and if you think you’re making this ship fly even though it’s mostly buried under the ground? Well. More power to you,” he says. But he motions his hand towards you, a smile on his face. “However, we’re with you now. Can’t protest too much. And besides. We’re stronger together, ain’t we?”

“We are,” you say. “I’d rather we not focus on living here because I sure as hell do not want to frakking live here. I want to get out of here. We all do. I’m sure you do too.” He nods, agreeing. “So we’re agreed then.”

“We’re agreed,” he says.

“One more thing,” you say. “That quick to proposition Graves for sex?” you whisper.

He smirks, leaning close to you. “Aw, you fall in love with me, buddy?” What. You step back, some disgust in your throat. He flashes his teeth, then chortles quietly before pushing you away. “Relax, I ain’t interested in you. And besides, thought you said this wasn’t the time to be making love and having relations. I’m as human as you are, I got needs.”

“Well keep your needs to yourself,” you say.

“Scared I’m gonna steal your harem away?” he asks. You squint at him. “Am I pushing you, buddy?”

“A little,” you say, quietly. He pauses, silent. Then he bursts into more laughter, slapping his knee in a literal fashion before heading to the door.

“I like you, buddy. No nonsense from nobody!” He looks at Graves. “Graves, your Daddy here is a man among men!”

“If he were a man among men he’d frak me already,” she says without even looking up from her checklist. Rutledge winks at her, then snaps his finger at you before stepping out of the medbay. He shuts the door behind him. You shake your head, grimacing a little as you walk up to Graves. “For what it’s worth, I’m actually serious when I say I’d prefer you over any other guy on this ship.”

“I’m flattered,” you say, very flatly.

She pouts. “Aw. Are you jeawwous?” She puckers her lips, tilting her entire body to look at you from below your chin. “You think the big bad man is gonna steal me away from you, Daddy?” She pokes your gut, making you flinch. “As if,” she says flatly like you. She straightens out then looks at your cheek. “How’s the cheek?”

“Better,” you say.

“Shoulder too?” You nod. “Alright. Healing nicely then. Listen, do me a favor, don’t get shot anymore. It’s really annoying have to fix you up.”

> Talk with Graves a little. (About what?)
> Seek out Sergeant Cope. He did say something about a downstairs expedition.
> Check outside, see how Nielson and the Deinos are getting along. Hopefully well.
> Other

>>3189978
>> Seek out Sergeant Cope. He did say something about a downstairs expedition.
It is time to play with the ship again.

>>3189978
>> Talk with Graves a little. (About what?)
Better share our thoughts about Rutledge and see if she has anything suspicions of our own.Also maybe we'd better start talking with the rest of our original guys on the chain of command thing especially if Rutledge is going to start stirring shit.

>>3189978
> Talk with Graves a little. (About what?)
>"But then you wouldn't have a reason to see me."
>"What's your take on the new members, I doubt any of them will join in with the power struggle between Cope and Harrell but that doesn't mean they'll obey quietly."

>>3190005
Can add this on as well. Also maybe we can get one our guys to 'casually' talk to his crew, find out more about him and his personality.

>>3189995
>>3190005
Supporting both of these. Also check how Burke and Jeffrey are doing I guess.

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>>3190005
Supporting, something just feels off about his crew, could just be paranoia but we haven't talked properly to the other lads and Rutledge is springing up a shitload of bad flags.

>>3190046
>Check on Burke
Also support. I didn't realise she was conscious.

> Talk with Graves a little.
> Other

“Come on, then you wouldn’t have a reason to see me.” You and Graves start slow-walking over to Burke to check on her.

Graves looks up at you. “Unless I was really horny and decided I just had to have your cock. Like I am right now.” She what. She smacks her lips, winking at you quickly before walking up to Burke. “Alright, Burke. How do you feel?”

“Like I got hit in the frakking head,” she says, glaring at Graves. “By the way, I’d appreciate it if you two weren’t so mushy mushy in public.”

“Aw, PDAs trigger you?” asks Graves. “Maybe you should claim his cock first before I do.” Burke rolls her eyes at that, grinding her teeth. “Now do you feel any weird feelings in your veins or in your stomach or with your heart?” Burke shakes her head. “Good, means the U-Blood ain’t tainted at least. You just need a few hours to transfuse than some bedrest. And like I say to Daddy here, try not to get shot again. I hate fixing you up.”

“Well, maybe I can go outside and just let myself die, how about that?” asks Burke.

“Please do, it’d save me so much trouble and it’d make us all feel a little less inadequate now that we don’t have a flying bitch of a woman running around acting like she’s a man on a mission,” Graves says very sarcastically. “And while you’re at it, you can also make sure that if you reincarnate, please reincarnate as a man with a small dick so that if for whatever reason we cross paths again and we happen to end up in the bedroom together, I can take a look at that tiny dick of yours and just laugh at you.”

Burke grunts. “Good. I’d just rape you then.”

Graves stares at Burke, then snickers a little as she quickly scans her with the scanner. You place your hands on your belt again, thinking. “Listen, Graves,” you say. She looks at you. “What’s your take on Rut and his other people? I doubt they seem the type to join in on our little power struggle but, you never know.”

“Honestly, I actually think Rutledge is on the level,” Graves explains. “At the very least, he doesn’t annoy me as much as Godwin or Harrell does. I mean, think of it like this, Daddy. What reason does he have to mess around? He just got here. He just met us. If anything, you should be glad that for once, you have someone of a similar rank supporting the stuff you do.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s just… I’m a little suspicious,” you say.

Burke says, “He’s probably a deserter.” You and Graves look at her. She shrugs. “Think about it. He doesn’t respect rank. He asked if you really thought we had a chance at getting out of here. Instead of coming to Hill 47, he tried to go another direction away from potential rescue. And so far, him supporting you.” She points at you, stern look in her eyes. “He’s undermining the command structure because he knows everyone respects you more than they do Cope or Harrell. I know I do.”

Graves sighs, leaning on the table. “She’s got a point.” Seriously? You fold your arms. “But we are not in a position to execute deserters anyway. We need all the human help we can get. Right, Tombs?” Tombs looks over, then goes back to checking off the equipment. “He agrees.” She looks at Burke. “Anyway, Burke. Go ahead and get some sleep in here. I’ll give you another checkup when you wake up.” She looks at you. “Alright, Daddy. Come on, let’s have a quickie in the closet before someone comes looking for you.”

“Graves, please,” you say. “Enough jokes.” She stares at you, as if you really believe she’s joking. “I’m serious.”

“Ha.” She points to the door. “Get outta here. If I hear anything from Rutledge, I’ll let you know.” You sigh, walking to the door, only to find Lieutenant Harrell at it.

“Corporal, you busy?” he asks.

> “Yes I am.” (With what?)
> “No. What do you need, Lieutenant?”
> Other

>>3190489
>> “No. What do you need, Lieutenant?”

>>3190489
>> “No. What do you need, Lieutenant?”
Well, Burke seems to have Rutledge pegged pretty well.

>>3190489
>“No. What do you need, Lieutenant?”

Also, hot diggity Graves has stepped up her sex talk game all of a sudden. I don't remember her laying it on that thick before.

>>3190526
Must be getting pretty pent up.

>>3190489
>> “No. What do you need, Lieutenant?”
>>3190526
>>3190558
Yeah maybe we should indulge ourselves at one point but honestly we're so busy lurching from crisis to crisis to even have time for this stuff.

>>3190579
According to QM we missed our chance at a threesome which makes us tonight's big loser.

>>3190597
We did? Where'd he say that?

>>3190602
>We did? Where'd he say that?
A few threads ago anon. When QM returns he can confirm this.

>>3190609
>>3190602

I don't remember saying this. But I probably did say it in which case, I'm not sure why I said it. But I probably said it.

I dunno.

>>3190489
>> “No. What do you need, Lieutenant?”

We are not going to tell the LT or Cope that we think Rutledge and his guys are deserters. If they bring it up to us as their own suspicion, we need to cover for Rutledge & Co.

>>3190489
> “No. What do you need, Lieutenant?”

>>3190597
>>3190602
>>3190609

I half expect everyone in this outfit to be so mentally damaged by extraction time that they can't relate to anyone that wasn't part of the group. Damaged Harem End

>>3190613
That's okay QM. I could be imagining things myself.

>>3190613
Yeah I don't remember you saying that either but hey let's actually do the deed first before we start talking about threesomes.
>>3190642
I mean to me our MC is so busy running around fighting fires all the time I doubt he has the time or energy to make any serious moves.

>>3190579
I mean, we still have to decide who. The camp is split between Tierney and Graves, with a dedicated Burke sect too


and those dino weirdos

>>3190740
I mean with the first two a threesomeis conceivable if unlikely. With Burke no chance LOL.