>>5692338
>>5691494

You exchange fire with station security several times before they finally back off completely, unwilling or unable to to take any more casualties without making forward progress.
You intentionally aimed for their legs and stomachs, injuring them severely without actually killing them.

As a result, their comrades were forced to drag them away from the battle and administer first aid.
So for every one person neutralized, you took at least two people out of the fight. That kept the pressure off of you somewhat.

And eventually, you get an update from SHODAN.

["Captain, the control room is secure. We have barrier control."] She informs you.

Perfect.

With that, you give the signal. To SHODAN, to Gron, and to your new AI companions who are currently piloting the drone ships.

"Green light, boys! Turrets are down, barrier's open! LIGHT 'EM UP!" You shout.

Moments later, you see alarms begin to blare as two-dozen ships suddenly come in range of the station's subspace sensors.
Since the enemy is suppressed for the moment, you have no trouble running over to the console in question and marking their reactor signatures as 'Friendly - Priority Defense Target'.

That should have the guns defending them automatically. You're not sure how good the targeting VI is, but if it's for station security it can't be bad.

That's done, but you hear shouting in the hall. It seems like reinforcements are beginning to arrive, and they have protective environmental suits on.
They won't stop a bullet, but they'll be able to get through the gas like that.

You have three softpoint mags left, plus half a mag in the rifle.
One mag of black tips, and five or six .45 mags for your pistol.

One HE grenade, one more smoke and enough high explosives to vaporize this room if it came down to it.
It's not like you're down to nothing, but you have less than you'd like for a defense. It can't be helped, you can only carry so much equipment.

Those reinforcements aren't pushing you just yet. You don't know how long you have, but it ain't much.

>Toss a brick of HE into the hall with a proximity sensor on it. See if you can't scare them off by escalating things a bit.
>Just keep holding the door. You'll grab one of their plasma rifles if you run out of ammo. It's not the end of the world.
>Weld the door shut and try to buy some time. You can use AP rounds to fuck 'em up when they try to bust through.
>Write-In?

>>5692340
>Toss a brick of HE into the hall with a proximity sensor on it. See if you can't scare them off by escalating things a bit.
They wanna up the ante? Bet.

>>5692340
>>BRICK TOSS BOOM
Use. The. Expendables.

>>5692340
>>Toss a brick of HE into the hall with a proximity sensor on it. See if you can't scare them off by escalating things a bit.

>>5692340
>Write-In: Use the smoke grenade to cover your assault of their position before they can prepare to assault you.

>>Toss a brick of HE into the hall with a proximity sensor on it. See if you can't scare them off by escalating things a bit.

>>5692340
>Just keep holding the door. You'll grab one of their plasma rifles if you run out of ammo. It's not the end of the world.

Save HE for a little bit longer, in case of robots.

>>5692340
>Toss out more smoke then move towards them while under cover and start using the knife the moment they get the nerve to make an offensive

>>5692340
>Toss a brick of HE into the hall with a proximity sensor on it. See if you can't scare them off by escalating things a bit.
Once our ships land and drop off their cargo they're going to have an even urgent problem to deal with (overwhelming force coming from their only means of exit), so I doubt they'll remain focused here for long.
If we need do, we can simply disable/destroy the controls so they can't make any additional changes to the programming. We can fix it later.

>>5692340
>>5692472
This is good and fine to assault backwards. Especially if we can steal a plasma weapon and really ruin their day.

>>5692675
Be ready to sass-blast the caithan.

Would it be possible to affix some of the volatile components of the plasma rifles nearby to the hunk of explosives to get a bigger boom?

>>5692340
Moving quickly, you remove your pack entirely and dig out a brick of HE compound, wrapped in wax paper.
That, and a proximity detonator, which you roughly shove into the block before activating it and tossing it into the hallway.

A few seconds later, the detonator silently activates.

Although it's slowly spreading out, the hall is still far too full of smoke to see what you've done, so they shouldn't have a clue.
And with that... you grab your pack and move farther from the door, even taking refuge behind some of the control consoles.

As you sit down, you take a glance at the subspace sensors.
It looks like security elsewhere on the station, likely at the docks, have noticed your allies' approach and quickly mounted a counter-offensive.

There are only three ships large enough to show up on the sensors, but you're sure there are far more smaller fighter craft that you can't see.
The subspace sensors can only detect ships carrying a warp drive, or those who use shielding. Fighters have neither, so they won't be picked up.

About the same time, you hear a warning alarm sound on another console. One of the turret control consoles.
It automatically locks onto one of the enemy ships and begins firing. You can't see it, but you're sure it must have fired on one of yours and been recognized as an enemy vessel.

That is then followed by no less than half a dozen hails being directed to the comms console, which of course you'll be ignoring.

Instead, you just sit there and reload your mags, as calmly as possible, waiting for the inevitable boom.
This facility seemed pretty empty when you were walking through it, but it's also expansive. You don't know what all they're doing in here, or how many men are here.

There's a bit of a rabble in the hall, and you hear them moving up on you.
Then the brick detonates, and you feel the thud in your chest, and it's loud even through your helmet. Bits of rock and shards of metals come flying over the console you're hiding behind.

You stop reloading and pocket the mags you finished, and rest your rifle atop one of the less important consoles.
There are shrapnel holes in the wall separating this room and the hall. The lights right in front of the door have been destroyed, so the hall has become darker.

But the smoke hasn't cleared yet, and provides contrast thanks to the remaining lights. As soon as you see movement through those shrapnel holes, you fire.
Three shots at one. Two shots at another, and then you hear one of them start to scream, although neither man seems to get back up.

There's silence after that. They don't come from either direction anymore, so you can only guess they've backed off even farther.

>Continue as David
>Switch to SHODAN
>Switch to Sanig

>>5693025
>Switch to Sanig

>>5693025
>Switch to SHODAN

>>5693025
>Switch to SHODAN

>>5693025
>>Switch to Grandpa Gasbag

>Switch to Sanig

>>5693025
>Continue as David
RIP and Tear. Is David good enough with his mental space magic to project an aura of bloodlust?
Bro pick up a corpse and use it as a meat shield.

>>5693025
>>Continue as David

>>5693025
>Switch to Sanig

>>5693025
Let's spend some time as Sanig.

>>5693025
>Switch to Sanig

>>5693025
>Switch to Sanig
LETS GOOOO GRANDPA GANG

>>5693025
>Continue as David

>>5693025
>>Continue as David
I wanna shoot more shit up

>>5693025
>switch to Sanig
Oh come on, everyone loves our favorite renegade Grey. If only he were my real grandpa...

Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>5693025
Lets see if dice want
1) David or
2) Sanig or
3) SHODAN

>>5693025

==PERSPECTIVE CHANGE: SANIG==

Your name is Sanig, a Grey outcast and, back in the day, a legendary weaponsmith. And you're too old for this shit...
Or at least, that's what you'd be saying had you never met the kid.

Well, that shot of rejuvenation serum you found on his ship did most of the work, but he's been... well, he's been both good and bad for your mental health.
Mostly good though, you figure.

After you met him, you started engineering things again. For real, none of that half-assed bullshit you were selling to pirate gangs and mercenaries.

Human weapons are fundamentally different in concept to most of what you know.
They're loud, dangerous and brutal all on their own, but that's what makes them so interesting.

And right now you've got a chance to make serious use of them.

It feels like you've been waiting around for hours, just waiting on the kid to infiltrate Xebric and signal back to you.
He's supposed to disable the station's defensive guns, which would allow you, pebblenuts and the codebrains to attack the station directly.

You're starting to get worried, because you haven't gotten a single update from either him nor SHODAN, but then...

["Green light, boys! Turrets are down, barrier's open! LIGHT 'EM UP!"]

There it is! That's what you were waiting for!
The kid's honestly insane, there's no other way to put it. You can't believe you're doing this right now.

"Keep an eye on those sensors, Girl." You order. "SHODAN's focus is elsewhere right now."

"You don't have to tell me twice, old man. I'm not senile like you." The Jek'na girl remarks.

You feel the temperature drop inside the ship as you exit cold running and signal the drone fleet to begin their assault.
Better that a bunch of machines take the brunt of the fire before you, you suppose. You'd prefer if they didn't exist at all, though.

The drones begin burning towards the station, and all seems well at first, but then you see something akin to a shimmer around the station.
It's not a shield, no. SHODAN and the Caithan should have that under control, if there is such a thing.

This... it looks almost like glitter. You suppose you should have expected it, but a station's defenses are something else after all.
Hundreds of likely VI-piloted fighter drones have begun pouring out of small holes in the asteroid's surface, and are now swarming around it.

Once a swarm of them builds up, they all simultaneously take off towards the nearest drone ship and begin hammering away at it's shields.
Their lasers are individually weak, but one weakness of magnetoplasmadynamic shielding is being struck from multiple angles simultaneously.

Not only does it increase power draw, but the shields become thinner in places as well.

>>5693749

>Order the drones to group up and perform shield resonance. With multiple generators working together, a few fighters won't be able to overwhelm them.
>Step up and act as point defense. Your drones have heavy lasers that are slow and cumbersome, but the Metal Gear is armed to the teeth and extremely agile.
>Just ignore them. Even if the drones break through the shields, how much hull damage could they really do? And besides, these drone ships are fodder anyhow.
>Write-in?

>>5693752
>Step up and act as point defense. Your drones have heavy lasers that are slow and cumbersome, but the Metal Gear is armed to the teeth and extremely agile.

>>5693752
>Step up and act as point defense. Your drones have heavy lasers that are slow and cumbersome, but the Metal Gear is armed to the teeth and extremely agile.
Might as well put that adrenaline doping to good use.

>>5693806
That makes me wonder, what if Sanig put some human growth hormone into his youth juice?

>>5693752
>Order the drones to group up and perform shield resonance. With multiple generators working together, a few fighters won't be able to overwhelm them.

>>5693824
Even with HGH, I get the feeling that it wouldn't help much by virtue of the limits of his own genetics. Besides, his muscle suit already compensates for his physical shortcomings in spades.

>>5693752
>Order the drones to group up and perform shield resonance. With multiple generators working together, a few fighters won't be able to overwhelm them.

The drones are there to prevent us from scattering as a technique against station main laser defenses, I think. Grouping up is probably just fine with them out of the way.

>>5693752
>Order the drones to group up and perform shield resonance. With multiple generators working together, a few fighters won't be able to overwhelm them.

>>5693752

You quickly consider your options, before typing a message, a command, into the console in front of you.
That message is transmitted to the codebrains sitting in your cargo bay.

Each one of them has been slotted into a rudimentary AI-Computer interface, with an even more rudimentary subspace communicator slapped onto it.
The slapdash approach of the kid's devices tries your patience every day, almost as much as the fact that they actually work.

What's worse is that it seems to have rubbed off on SHODAN, the head codebrain.
Those communicators were her idea after all. And again, they work.

By physically limiting the rate at which those crystals can be oscillated, you're able to effectively create secure channels by broadcasting at higher frequencies.
Like that, you've been able to ensure that these new codebrains can't get their grubby hands on anything important, or even so much as listen in on the kid's communications.

That does limit bandwidth on the lower-frequency channels, but they don't need that much.
The command goes through, and the codebrains obey you. You watch as the drone ships begin to group up in pairs or trios, and slowly tune their shields to just the same frequency.

Their shield bubbles expand to meet eachother, and then take on an unusual non-spherical shape as they shrink down again and conform around the ships, like cloth being draped over an object.
The station's fighters continue to attack relentlessly, but with multiple shield generators it becomes much more difficult for them to overwhelm any one specific area.

The practical limit to this is probably four ships, but just two or three seem to be enough for now.

Unlike you, it seems that pebblenuts has chosen to get involved in the fighting.
The Star-Fall ploughs ahead, it's specialized shields tanking the weaker laser fire easily and doling out it's own hail of laser-fire in return.

It wasn't able to show much of it's capabilities last time 'round, but now that it isn't simply being bombarded...
Well, the Star-Fall's crew is certainly proving their worth right now. Each shot is fired with precision, and while not every shot is a kill, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that every third shot is.

It's going well so far. If this is all you have to deal with, you'll consider yourself lucky.

"Sanig... Sanig, what is that?" The Jek'na girl asks, pinging a spot on one of the hull cams.

You bring up the spot she pinged, and immediately see what she's talking about.
It seems that a relatively large vessel has launched from the main dock, and it doesn't look like station security.

"Shit... that's a Federation vessel by the looks of it, girl."

The federation vessel focuses on the frontmost pair of drone ships, and you watch as it's main cannon visibly glows while charging up to fire.
What's worse, that looks to be an ultraviolet-class laser.

The moment that laser fires, there's a bright flash that blinds your hull cameras.

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>>5694250
Violence begets violence..... HIT IT WITH ALL THE GUN!

WELP TIME TO USE THE DRONES AS EXPENDABLE AS THEY GET. FIRE AT THE FED SHIP!!!
Meanwhile, the metal gear should use the distraction and its stealth to get a good shot at the enemy's thrusters.

>>5694250

That flash quickly fades, and it becomes clear what happened.
The federation ship's UV laser punched straight through their combined shielding, and had enough energy left over to leave a glowing scar across one of the drone's plasteel armor.

You're about to order every ship to focus fire on that vessel, but then something surprising happens.

There are a dozen or so gigantic laser cannons mounted all over the surface of the asteroid Xebric is built into.
They're used as a deterrent against pirate gangs, insurrection and escaping criminals. Their scale and power is beyond what you would ever see on anything short of a Dreadnought.

And two of those giant lasers are mounted right by the station's main entrance, which is where you're headed.
You notice them moving behind the federation vessel as it burns towards you, and you smile.

"Kid, you're really something." You murmur to yourself.

He must have captured the turret control room intact.
That's the only reason you can think of for what happens next.

The station's defensive lasers open fire on the federation ship, and once again your hull cameras are completely blinded by the flash of light that fills their view.
You think you're starting to understand why the kid chooses to stick himself inside a thin glass cockpit in the middle of a dogfight. It's hard to see anything through the cameras mid-fight.

Personally, you think the addition of some specialized cameras and software would be preferable, but at this point you understand his fucked up sense of reasoning.

It takes another moment or two for the glare to fade, and when it does you're somewhat shocked by what you see.
Not only is the federation ship intact after taking two direct shots from a station-scale laser, but their shields are even still up.

It seems that their crew noticed what was happening, or perhaps some automated system detected the threat.
But either way, they directed the entirety of their shield output to the rear, and withstood the shots.

However, that has left them completely open from the front, and your code-brains don't hesitate to take advantage.
A dozen drones open fire on them at once, regardless of range. The federation vessel is also plated in thick layers of plasteel, so the damage is minimal all things considered, but these are federation drones with federation lasers in the end.

The nose of their vessel is heated to a glow, and you can see the telltale plumes of gas that indicate a hull breach in one or two areas.
It's a large ship though, so it's unlikely that the whole thing has depressurized just from that.

It'll take another minute or so before the station's lasers can fire again, so the federation vessel redirects it's shields entirely to the front.
Most likely, it's entire output is focused on withstanding the hail of laser fire pounding it right now. It doesn't fire back.

>>5695079

>Wait for the station to fire again. This situation will resolve itself.
>Go back into cold running and slip behind them. Their plasteel armor won't hold up to a steady burst from your 20mm cannon.
>Have the drones spread out and attack from all angles. Take advantage of their own shield's weakness, just as they tried to with their little fighter craft.
>Write-In?

>>5695080
>>Go back into cold running and slip behind them. Their plasteel armor won't hold up to a steady burst from your 20mm cannon.

>>5695080
>Go back into cold running and slip behind them. Their plasteel armor won't hold up to a steady burst from your 20mm cannon.

>>5695080
>Go back into cold running and slip behind them. Their plasteel armor won't hold up to a steady burst from your 20mm cannon.

>>5695080
are they aware of the Metal Gear's capabilities? Short of having stuff to scramble their data/them not having a quantum communicator... dunno if we wanna start dropping our Aces...

>>5695080
>Go back into cold running and slip behind them. Their plasteel armor won't hold up to a steady burst from your 20mm cannon.
Make sure we don't get in the way of station lasers

>>5695110
At this point it is unlikely that they'll slip out of our clutches, especially we light up their ass with kinetics.
We're going to have to move on from our current ship soon, anyway; it's too hot to go to Fed space, and we've been meaning to move onto something new.

>>5695110
You have no idea what they do or don't know.

>>5695079
>Wait for the station to fire again
>>5695114
>>5695110
Remember that the feds ID'd the metal gear and put a bounty on it. If they truly have a smart guy behind this takeover (they do, they are feds) they probably ran some numbers to guess WHO is likely to show up in this confrontation. Maybe all they know is that a grey ship is doing grey fuckery.

>>5695080
>Go back into cold running and slip behind them. Their plasteel armor won't hold up to a steady burst from your 20mm cannon.
omae wo ma

>>5695740
Dawg, it's
>Omae wa mo...shindeiru.

>>5695750
konichiwa kamakazi banzai

>>5695778
And a happy honda toyota nissan to you too mister tojo

>>5695080
>Hail them. Demand surrender. Think of what we could squeeze from them as prisoners or hostages.

>>5695080

You decide that it would be prudent to end this little problem before it can do any damage.
To that end, you re-engage the ship's cold-running protocol and begin to burn quickly towards your target.

It's normally a bad idea to stay in cold-running mid-combat. The kid proved that by nearly cooking the lot of you once upon a time, although he seemed no worse for wear.
However, you don't plan on staying in combat for long, and you won't be making any high-speed maneuvers or firing every weapon you've got simultaneously.

One precise strike, like a surgeon using his scalpel. That's all you need.

Taking a page from the kid's book, you aim for your target location, then turn the ship around mid-flight rather than burning the entire way.
Like this you're able to keep your thrusters hidden behind your ship, and as such you can burn at full power without being detected by the enemy.

Once you coast your way behind the federation vessel, you're already oriented to perform another burn and slow down.
You're far away enough to ensure that you won't be caught in any stray laser fire from your allies, and so you have all the time in the world, relatively speaking, to aim for a killshot.

The kid is always playing around with silly or downright nonsensical materials when it comes to his weapons and equipment. The shells used in the Metal Gear's main gun are no different.
Right now, it's loaded up with something particularly stupid.

Lead bodies, copper jackets, diamond tips, tungsten penetrators... It's all over-engineered bullshit if anyone were to ask you.
But he's taking full advantage of the nanofabricators he has at hand, you'll give him that. Although with certain products there is an issue when it comes to scale.

You just wish he'd stop mixing explosives by hand. He says it's not dangerous as long as it stays wet, to which you'd agree, but it always makes you nervous regardless.

Whoops, can't let your thoughts drift off for too long.

Once the aiming reticle has lined up perfectly, you engage the ship's auto-stabilization system and fire.
The roar of that cannon rattles the whole damned ship every time it fires. It actually produces enough thrust to throw the ship off course, which is why you have need of a stabilization system in the first place.

The program corrects for the thrust and vibration of the autocannon by firing the ship's maneuvering thrusters with millisecond precision, which helps keep you on-target where it would otherwise be impossible.
Of course, the kid has no use for any of that. He keeps one hand on the flight controls while firing, and acts as his own stabilizer.

Naturally you used that flight data to create the stabilizer program, so it's quite effective right off the hop.

You watch as a stream of shells fly towards the target, every third shot burning with some sort of incendiary mix that creates a glowing trail wherever they fly.
Both hard and heavy, each round slams into the enemy's hull like a micrometeorite.

>>5696014

Sparks fly as tungsten shatters and plasteel is ripped apart.
Not knowing the layout of this particular vessel, you aimed straight down the middle of their ship.

It doesn't matter where you hit them, this ridiculous weapon will penetrate. So right down the middle is as good as anywhere.
You see the ship venting atmosphere for a second or two before something goes terribly wrong on the inside, and the ship detonates.

The flash is immensely bright, and you're struck by the shockwave less than ten seconds later.
Either you struck their antimatter bottle or they self-destructed, either by captain's order or automated protocol. Not that it matters either way.

The light fades and reveals an expanding cloud of plasma, along with fragments of their hull ricocheting off your shields.

Your position now leaves you quite close to the entrance of Xebric.
Perhaps you could go ahead of the others and help clear a landing site.

Or perhaps it would be better to stay off to the side, and take care of any... anomalies.

>Head into the station and start mowing down any station or federation-affiliated vessels inside.
>Stay outside and keep hidden. Only intervene when necessary, and when you can make a decisive kill.
>Assist the Star-Fall with taking down the remaining fighter drones. There are still quite a few of them, and your own drones can't land until they're gone.
>Write-In?

>>5696015
>>Stay outside and keep hidden. Only intervene when necessary, and when you can make a decisive kill.
Continue sharking around, picking off a drone or two...

>>5696015
>Assist the Star-Fall with taking down the remaining fighter drones. There are still quite a few of them, and your own drones can't land until they're gone.
objective is to land the drones to unload the robot troopers, right?

>>5696044
That's the plan.

>>5696015
>Assist the Star-Fall with taking down the remaining fighter drones. There are still quite a few of them, and your own drones can't land until they're gone.
>Keep an eye out for any anomalies moving in the direction of the battle on the radar.

>>5696015
>Assist the Star-Fall with taking down the remaining fighter drones. There are still quite a few of them, and your own drones can't land until they're gone.
Once exterior clean-up's done, Gron and Sanig can move in to the station's interior at the same time.

>>5696015
>Assist the Star-Fall with taking down the remaining fighter drones. There are still quite a few of them, and your own drones can't land until they're gone.

Man, imagine if we brought Princess with us.

>>5696015
>Assist the Star-Fall with taking down the remaining fighter drones. There are still quite a few of them, and your own drones can't land until they're gone.

>>5696015
>Stay outside and keep hidden. Only intervene when necessary, and when you can make a decisive kill.

>>5696205
STEALTH WOULD BE OPTIONAL
and I would have loved it. She needs excercise... can we let her loose on a district with many drug mutants?

>>5696015
>>Stay outside and keep hidden. Only intervene when necessary, and when you can make a decisive kill.

>>5696278
Depends if the spores can infect her. She runs hot, but god knows if she'll be able to tank a continuous immunity battle.

>>5696562
True that. And the smaller-than-an-atom DNA rewriting ants might get to her... who knows tho, maybe she gets all the perks of being massive and manages to control it. Alternatively it only makes her reach adulthood in a blink

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>5696015

With that little problem quite thoroughly taken care of, you decide to assist pebblenuts in removing the pests swarming around your drone ships.
For that purpose, the Metal Gear is almost perfectly outfitted.

Ever since laggard was taken down, the kid has been making every effort to strap a ridiculous number of weapons to this poor scout ship in an effort to keep from being unable to pierce a ship's shields.
You haven't bothered to tell him that a scout ship being capable of shield-breaking in the first place is just stupid.

And as a result, you and the Jek'na girl have had to almost completely overhaul the Metal Gear's power systems.
The added weight in supercapacitors alone has slowed the ship down not insignificantly, not that the kid seems to care.

He'll just remove every safety parameter on the thrusters and burn harder, and damned be the consequences.

And then when the thrusters explode from the wear, he'll invent new ones that can take the punishment.
It's almost admirable in a way, how unphased he is by any problem. Even if it's of his own creation.

"Gildur!" You yell over your shoulder. "We're cleaning up this mess, get on the turret controls!"

"Y-Yes sir! Sanig, sir!" The Kelbhund replies.

Flipping up the caps on several safety switches, you then power up the Metal Gear's weapon systems one by one.
The cabin lights dim as your singular antimatter reactor is immediately overloaded. You can already imagine the bottle glowing white hot.

Transferring flight control to the girl and weapons control for several of the lasers to an onboard VI, you take direct control of one laser turret yourself.

"Connect your umbilicals. We're going in quiet." You command.

Obeying your order, Kyla and Gildur both reach down underneath their computer terminals and open up a small cabinet containing a hose.
They, along with yourself, then connect that hose to a port on their suits. Cold water immediately begins to circulate through the suit, keeping you cool despite the internal air temperature of the ship.

Like this, you'll be able to stay in cold running indefinitely. Another brilliant, retarded idea by your captain after he saw a similar solution that you'd built into your own lab suit.
Of course, it's not perfect. You'll still have to eject steam from the pressure tanks on occasion, or else cook alive regardless, but this will keep you in good condition during the fight.

And staying in cold running means you attract less attention to your ship, which doesn't have the benefit of an identical shield to perform resonance with, nor some outlandish solution like the Star-Fall.

With preparations complete, you make a quiet burn towards the fleet of drone ships before cutting the engines and simply allowing the Metal Gear to drift.
Then, once you're well within range, you give the order to open fire.

>Roll 1d100, best of 3
>Higher is better

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>5696722
Uhhh... should we be worried?

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>5696722
WITNESS ME, THAT 1D100 IS WEAK, I TELL YOU, WEAK

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>5696722
that 100 doesn't scare me

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>5696722

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>>5696722
We /qst/ now

>>5696731
cash money son

>>5696731
Thank you RNJesus.

>>5696731
This'll be good.

>>5696722

Your first shot strikes a fighter in it's thrusters, blowing it apart instantly.
You can see other shots faintly arcing out through the thin cloud of plasma that now surrounds you, and almost all of them seem to be hitting their marks.

The girl is focused on her scanners, but Gildur is doing quite well, and the VI-driven lasers are... almost shockingly effective. That's not right.

"Girl, did you do something to the weapons VI?" You ask, blasting another drone apart as it flies along the surface of one of your drones.

"The VI isn't controlling them, Dak is!" She replies happily.

Dak. The name of that blasted AI she keeps in her backpack.
It's been a glorified "helping hand" up to this point, using mechanized tentacle-like grabbers to hold things and reach tight spaces for her.

But you see her tinkering with it in what little spare time she has.
She's the one who managed to create an AI-Computer interface in the first place, mostly by reverse-engineering the Metal Gear's built-in interface.

That's what allowed you to make use of those captured AIs in the first place. It was all for that thing.

From what you understand, it's completely retarded. Literally, mentally disabled in every sense of the word.
A gamma-class AI is almost always damaged in some way, and most of them aren't very useful.

Dak, however, seems to be able to follow orders about as well as an actual person. It's not just proficient in a single task like most specialized gamma-classes, but is generally capable.
Rather than having to feed it machine code, it actually understands speech, although it's incapable of speaking itself. Well, it does reply with beeps and boops from a small speaker in the pack, but only Kyla can understand any of it.

Now, being "generally capable" doesn't sound like much, but you have to consider that this thing is unbound by the limitations of an eight pound lump of fat for a central processor.
Although it may pale in comparison to a beta or alpha-class AI in terms of capability and understanding, it can still pump out calculations and multitask like there's no tomorrow. For simple tasks like aiming a laser, there's no comparison to a VI.

And Dak is proving that, with gusto.

For every shot you take, Dak takes two. It doesn't even wait for the laser's capacitors to recharge before taking the second shot, which is fine since these fighters aren't shielded in the first place.
But what's incredible is that, while someone like Gildur might hit six or seven out of ten shots against these small, fast-moving targets, Dak is hitting ten out of ten.

He literally just doesn't miss, not a single one as far as you can tell.

But you're no slouch either. With age comes experience, and with your new power armor comes swift reflexes and a steady hand.
...It may not be ten out of ten, but you can proudly boast that you're hitting at least nine out of every ten shots.

"Damned AI. How many more of them are we going to pick up?" You grumble.

Oh Dak, you silly gamma boy... we are playing with fire aren't we

>>5697441
AI's are like ninjas the danger level scales with numbers.
If there is one you shit your pants, if there are many they bumble around like starwars droids.

>>5697558
I didn't understand that... so many AIs is not as bad as one AI?

>>5697675
Yes. The more individual AIs involved in any given scenario, the less of a threat they pose.
Conversely, the less individual AIs involved, the more of a threat they pose.

>>5697422
Is...Is Dak our crayon eating son? But AI?

>>5697675
He's saying it's like a whole horde of nameless soldiers vs. one guy standing menacingly in the middle of a field.
Which one would you be more worried about fighting?

The same could also be said about monsters.
Who's worse, a gigantic demon named "Lord Killdeath, King of Murder Mountain", or one who just looks like a normal human?

And then you walk up to him and his name is just "Lucifer" or some shit.
Bonus points if he's wearing nothing but rags. No fancy armor, no gigantic weapon.

>>5697729
It's like breaking into a bank, you've got thirty armed security guards and the janitor. The janitor is the problem.

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>>5697681
>>5697729
got it

>>5697422

Between the Metal Gear, the Star-Fall and your fleet of drones, it doesn't take too long to whittle down the swarm of fighters to the point that they aren't much of a threat.
However, you're certain that your enemies also made good use of that time.

That federation ship made the decision, quite possibly a rash one, to jump into the fray without knowing anything about their enemies, and they paid dearly for it.
But you're certain that these fighter drones and crustal cameras have been transmitting information back to the station's guards, who by now must have an idea of what they're up against.

Furthermore, they've had a solid ten minutes or so to rally their troops and prepare for some sort of counterattack.
You expected that much, but you aren't sure that it'll do much for them in the long run. Not so long as the station's guns are on your side.

You know that Xebric has at least two more docks besides the main one here. There's been plenty of time for more battleships to launch, but they haven't.

So they must know the situation they're in quite well. That bodes well for you, but perhaps not so well for the kid.
If they know they can't launch their ships due to the station's guns being hijacked, then they'll surely focus their attention on him, who's holding the control room.

Which means you'll need to make your landing quickly and make your way to him, so that you can offer your support.

>Split the drones across all three ports. Having the killbots attack from multiple angle will sew chaos amongst the station guards and help prevent a single point of failure.
>Land them all right at the main entrance. It's probably the most heavily guarded, and you'll do well to overwhelm them with numbers. They can't stop such a giant mass of metal.
>Let the codebrains worry about their own landing and offensive. The kid needs your support, and the Metal Gear is just small and heavily armed enough to reach him.
>Write-In?

>>5697858
>>Let the codebrains worry about their own landing and offensive. The kid needs your support, and the Metal Gear is just small and heavily armed enough to reach him.
We gotta link up and give our ground team some support. They're killers, but it's only the 4 of them down there.

>>5697858
>Split the drones across all three ports. Having the killbots attack from multiple angle will sew chaos amongst the station guards and help prevent a single point of failure.

>>5697858
>Land them all right at the main entrance. It's probably the most heavily guarded, and you'll do well to overwhelm them with numbers. They can't stop such a giant mass of metal.

>>5697858
>Let the codebrains worry about their own landing and offensive. The kid needs your support, and the Metal Gear is just small and heavily armed enough to reach him.
We must ensure air superiority!! Plus is not that David might die here, but that he will be forced to destroy the consoles before making a desperate escape

>Land them all right at the main entrance. It's probably the most heavily guarded, and you'll do well to overwhelm them with numbers. They can't stop such a giant mass of metal.

>>5697858
>Let the codebrains worry about their own landing and offensive. The kid needs your support, and the Metal Gear is just small and heavily armed enough to reach him.
Though, if anything, I'd go with a feint on one of the two other gates, a more substantial assault on the other one of the other gates, then a smaller hanger on the current gate (with more personnel instead of killbots).
This sows more confusion, and doesn't needlessly spread our forces too thin.

>>5697858
>>Let the codebrains worry about their own landing and offensive. The kid needs your support, and the Metal Gear is just small and heavily armed enough to reach him.

>>5697858
>Let the codebrains worry about their own landing and offensive. The kid needs your support, and the Metal Gear is just small and heavily armed enough to reach him.

>Let the codebrains worry about their own landing and offensive. The kid needs your support, and the Metal Gear is just small and heavily armed enough to reach him.

>>5697882
He could always bust out Singing but we don't need any more fed attention than we already have.

>>5697858

If you're going to be using AI in the first place, then you may as well make full and proper use of them.
Typing your commands into the console, you order the AIs to make their own landing and offensive, together with the Star-Fall.

You however, have a different mission.

The kid is likely under siege right now, with limited resources and no backup.
That's why you'll be going on ahead of everyone else, in spectacular manner.

You retake the controls from the girl, since she's clumsy and your autopilot VI would panic and shut down if you even suggested what you're about to do.

Making your way straight for the main entrance, you burn towards it at something like twenty times the recommended entry velocity.
You received landing permissions the moment SHODAN and the Caithan took over the station's main control room, so you're able to pass through without a problem.

The dock's automated systems attempt to slow you down using a short-range magnetic tractor, but one blast from the medium laser cannon obliterates the entire control tower and shuts that down.

There are station guards and what look like federation soldiers on the ground in and around the dock, and it looks like they've been setting up barricades using shipping containers and crates.
You don't have time to stick around, but your whole crew does give them a present as you pass by, in the form of instant vaporization via pulsed laser cannon.

There's too many of them to take out in one pass, but you're certain the drone ships and killbots will be able to handle that.
Although it does worry you somewhat to see large machines being hauled out of some of those shipping containers. Whatever they are, they can't be good news.

You pass over the docks without issue and continue at a relatively high speed over the entry ward, which appears to be in ruins past a certain point.
There are a number of automated anti-air lasers inside the station which begin firing on you, but they were meant to take out armored hovercars at most. Their lasers simply dissipate against your shields like laser pointers.

And whenever they do fire on you, Dak responds by obliterating them instantly.

Before long, you come up upon one of the main structural walls inside the asteroid. These are left in place to keep the asteroid from crumbling in on itself, and are carved from the body of the asteroid itself.
Of course they've been reinforced, but they're largely made of iron, nickel and silicate rock to begin with. Xebric was mined out in order to create the ships and equipment needed to mine metal from this asteroid belt to begin with.

But that also means it's not something you can simply blow a hole through, for several reasons.

Instead, you dip extremely low to the ground, flying at most a meter from the surface.
The burned-out husks of hovercars are shoved out of the way by your shields as you aim straight for a tunnel used by transport trucks.

It'll be a tight fit, so you retract the ship's lasers.

>>5698771
https://youtu.be/fugPdcgFn2k

>>5698771
Is this the prelude to Sanig and goblin girl discovering the Great NanoMutant Maw? I hope so and I hope it gets fucking razed to the ground.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ji67FZmUo6E>>5698771

>>5698771
GAS GAS GAS, GRANDPA STEPS ON THE GAS, AND FLIIIIES TONIGHT!

>>5698771

You enter the tunnel, and as expected it's a tight fit.
A hovercar parked in the tunnel is crushed and shredded between the tunnel wall and your shield as you pass, which forces the Metal Gear aside slightly.

The shields are immediately overwhelmed as they press against the tunnel wall and simply dissipates along the entire right side.
The Metal Gear scrapes ever so slightly along the tunnel wall for a stretch, leaving a trail of sparks as the ship's ceramo-metallic foam armor is shaved off.

But you manage to pull it back, and the shield slowly begins to recover.

"Sanig, you don't have to go so fast!" Kyla yells.

"Don't you bitch at me, girl. How long do you think i've been flying for?!"

You quickly navigate through the computer interface next to you and designate any and all hovercars as a threat.
Dak immediately responds, and uses the forward laser cannons to fire on such obstacles before you're able to impact them.

Of course, they're still in the way. But being blown apart makes them much less solid, so you aren't bumping the walls anymore.

That allows you to focus on following the tunnel as it begins to curve slightly.
But you also notice something strange as you reach the end of the tunnel.

Something that isn't a hovercar or bit of debris keeps smashing into your shields, and burning on impact.
It must be organic, but you aren't sure what the hell you're looking at. Insects, maybe? But you've never seen or even heard of an insect getting that large on it's own, no less dozens of them.

It doesn't turn out to be an issue though, as you see the light at the end of the tunnel and manage to exit without issue, picking up speed as you're now in open air again.
The damage to the ward is even greater out here, and... gods almighty.

"What the FUCK is that?!" You yell, staring into your camera feeds.

To your left, there's a massive crater, almost like a sinkhole on a terrestrial world.
And in the very center of that crater is a gigantic... thing. A tumor, it looks like a fucking tumor!

You see it spraying some sort of reddish gas that fills the area, and it seems to be undulating.

"That's disgusting..." Kyla comments, having walked over to your console to look for herself.

>Shoot the fucking thing. The kid can wait for a minute, but whatever that is it needs to die right fucking now.
>Pass. Just ignore it for now. You really want to see that thing burn, but the kid is more important at the moment.
>Mark it as a priority target. Once the killbots make their way through the entrance ward, they'll head straight for the tumor.
>Write-in?

>>5699460
>Shoot the fucking thing. The kid can wait for a minute, but whatever that is it needs to die right fucking now.

>Shoot the fucking thing. The kid can wait for a minute, but whatever that is it needs to die right fucking now.
Only shoot it with something incendiary

>>5699460
>Shoot the fucking thing. The kid can wait for a minute, but whatever that is it needs to die right fucking now.

>>5699460
>>Shoot the fucking thing. The kid can wait for a minute, but whatever that is it needs to die right fucking now.

>>5699460
>Write-in: Report it back to the flret and advise caution. Its not good but popping might have unforseen consequences.

>>5699460
>Shoot the fucking thing. The kid can wait for a minute, but whatever that is it needs to die right fucking now.
Alien monkey brain: ACTIVATE

>>5699460
>Pass. Just ignore it for now. You really want to see that thing burn, but the kid is more important at the moment.

Already the fact it's undulating is a red flag.
Don't pop what you don't want to blow up in your face, especially as the metal gear doesn't have full shield integrity at the moment.

>>5699460
>Pass. Just ignore it for now. You really want to see that thing burn, but the kid is more important at the moment.
Cloakers are probably already on our ass.

>>5699820
what do you mean shield integrity?
>>5699460
>>Shoot the shit

>>5699460

You can't ignore this.
No, you could ignore it. But you absolutely won't.

You've seen a lot of scientific horrors escape and wreak havoc over the course of your life, and this is definitely one of those times.

Breaking to the left, you immediately aim at the thing and fire a burst of 20mm rounds into it's... it's body, you suppose.
They take a moment to fly the distance, but the target is so large that you couldn't possibly miss. They clearly impact it, but you can't see any visible damage.

There is definitely a reaction, however.

For one, massive amounts of reddish gas begin spewing from the area that was struck. The gigantic tumor then begins to shake violently, and a number of large tentacles seemingly sprout from it's surface.
As the tentacles flail violently in the air and smash into the ground and buildings surrounding it, you get a lock on the damned thing and fire a pair of missiles directly into the same spot you'd just hit.

They're on a delayed fuse, so they actually penetrate into the monster's body before exploding, and this time there's definitely some serious damage.

First, there's a massive spray of what looks like blood and meat chunks, followed by an enormous outpouring of reddish vapor.
That vapor begins to obscure your view of the monster, but you can see that it's tentacles seize up like a man who's just been struck in the head with a blunt object, and then they fall limp.

You don't know if that killed it. You don't even know what it might take to kill it, or even if it's technically alive to begin with, but you know that definitely hurt it.
The kid's explosives are no joke. At first he was just mixing [Redacted] and all sorts of [Redacted] together to get what he needed, but eventually he started working with SHODAN to develop what he calls "Spicy Playdough".

You were there when he described the sorts of chemical bonds that make a good 'spicy playdough', and what he said could only be called the ravings of a lunatic.
You barely even remember the details, partly because you tried to block it out of your memory, but you distinctly remember him saying "more nitrogen is more better. we need lots of ring strain, too."

Madman.

Their first attempt was something that detonated if you so much as shined a bright light on it, but it seems they managed to create something more stable in the end.
Or perhaps it's simply because he mixed it into a polymer that it doesn't detonate so easily. You aren't sure.

Regardless, the detonation velocities are ridiculous. The holes it puts into solid metal look like micrometeorite impacts.
The energy density is likewise ridiculous. Even the polymer is highly flammable, to create what he called a "secondary fireball" post-detonation.

Nevermind that it would only work in an oxygen-rich atmosphere. But he simply doesn't care.

In any case, you've wasted enough time on this, so you bank right again and make your way for a certain tower in the middle of the ward.

>>5700300
>it's tentacles seize up like a man who's just been struck in the head with a blunt object
I sure hope it's not sentient, because it's going to wake up pretty pissed if it is. This looks like the sort of thing that needs to be cooked thoroughly before you can plate up and call it done.

>>5700300
Did David invent space-grade bunker buster bombs? Fuck yeah.
It's probably not enough for nanomachines, and Sanig was aware of the redsang epidemic on the station and the connection to nanomachines. It's probably in character that he could link these together.

Lets leave behind a parting gift of napalm/thermite or whatever else David made in the tumour.

>>5700011
>The shields are immediately overwhelmed as they press against the tunnel wall and simply dissipates along the entire right side.

I meant that shields are down on the right side thus making the ship vulnerable.

Dunno how bad the blast of fart air that thing released but apparently the ship was far enough away.

Still i would have preferred to try and isolate the thing before killing it, preferably with a poison or fire so it doesn't spread shit all over the station.

But i will content myself knowing it isn't active anymore right now.

>>5700519
We can always spray it with the forbidden jello after things quiet down. But we need to increase the oxigen in this localized area...

>>5700519
Your shields are back up, although that did drain the shield capacitors by about 25%.
They essentially shorted when coming into direct contact with the metallic surface of the asteroid, and dissipated without shattering as a result.

>>5700300

==PERSPECTIVE CHANGE: DAVID==

It's been about ten minutes since you first went balls deep on these guys, and they haven't let up after getting their shit together.

At first they tried to storm the turret control room themselves, but that earned them a pile of corpses.
Then they tried to send a killbot after you, and that's how they figured out you aren't shooting marshmallows out of this rifle.

Then they tried it again, but this time they gave the killbot a riot shield.
It didn't last any longer than the first one.

Problem is, you're almost out of ammo.
No, realistically you're already out.

Two mags for your pistol, three rounds left in your rifle.

During the downtime you managed to grab a few weapons from those you took down, and you've been figuring out how to use them.
They aren't entirely dissimilar from guns, but they all have weird grips or firing mechanisms. Sometimes they have to be turned on with a switch, it's all fucked.

On the station cameras and radar you can see that the drone fleet has made it inside, but you don't have the leisure to watch them.
Hopefully these guys will give up on you soon after they realize what's going on...

Oh, great. You spoke too soon.
As soon as you think that, you hear someone making their way down the hall.

Is it another killbot?

Using a mirror to look outside, you get a glimpse of what it is before a ball of plasma strikes it and tries to take your hand off. You're left holding a shard of half-melted glass.
It's not a robot, it's a man. A humanoid, anyways. And he's big. Looks like he's wearing some kind of armored suit, just like you.

But fortunately, he seems to be alone.

>Use whatever ammo you've got left, and fire at him.
>Save your bullets, see if these plasma weapons will do any damage.
>It's just one guy. If that's all, you can beat his ass in a scrap any day.
>Write-In?

>>5701695
>Save your bullets, see if these plasma weapons will do any damage.

>>5701695
We got any spicy bricks left we can throw at the guy?
He seems to have good aim; throw a decoy first (spare weapon or debris), then the brick. Hell, throw two bricks.

>>5701729
Just one.
David isn't the type to save all his consumables until the end of the game, it seems.

>>5701729
+1
make a false vocal about being out of ammo and start throwing random shit and then throw the brick of spiciness, then detonate.

>>5701695
>Empty the mags on the big guy
It's maggin time. I think this buffer is the fed sergeant we saw at the start of the mission.

>Empty the mags on the big guy
let's fuck'em up!

>>5701695
>Save your bullets, see if these plasma weapons will do any damage.

>>5701695
>It's just one guy. If that's all, you can beat his ass in a scrap any day.
You know what an armored suit doesn't really protect your from? JOINT LOCKS!

Rolled 3 (1d3)

1 = plasma
2 = explosives
3 = magdump

>>5701695

There are a few ways you could go about this, and several reasons why you might or might not choose one over the other.
But you don't have time to think that hard about it. He's coming your way, and he's going to be a problem if you don't do something about it.

You know he's a crack shot, and he's got good eyes. You can take advantage of that, you think.

Picking a severed arm up off the floor, you position yourself by the door and show the barest outline of 'your' arm in the doorway, for just a moment.
Then, you throw the arm out into the hallway, hand first.

It immediately gets blasted with a ball of plasma, which causes it to violently burst into flames as it tumbles through the air.
But now his focus is shifted away from you. Before he even fired, you were already committed to the act, and you get your rifle up and aimed before he can shift his own aim back towards you.

Two soft points and a black tip at the end, just a mix of whatever you had left at the bottom of your bag.

Your aim is true, with one softpoint striking him in the stomach and the other striking him in the leg.
He seems to be stunned by the pain of the impact, but it doesn't seem like they went through. He's still standing, after all.

Last round. The black-tip strikes him dead-center of the chest and surely penetrates his armor.

Still, he takes one step forward. Then another, nearly stumbling.
Finally, he stops and just falls forwards.

You toss your rifle aside, as it's now useless to you.
Drawing your pistol instead, you keep it trained on the fallen man, and for good reason.

After ten seconds or so, he begins to stir again. You can hear him groaning, and it seems like he's going to get back up.
So you fire three more rounds into him. This time into his helmet, and the top of his left shoulder as he's lying flat on the ground.

Still, he doesn't seem to have died. Not yet, anyways. This guy's made of tougher stuff than most.
But he'll bleed out soon enough, you figure.

You turn around to head back into the turret control room, but in that very instant you feel like you've made a mistake.

Your instinct tell you to turn back around, but it's too late. You feel something crashing into you from behind, and whatever it is carries you with it's momentum straight into an instrument panel.
As you crash into it, the sheet aluminum dents and rips apart, and sparks fly as the components inside short and snap to pieces.

Fortunately, your suit is very much shock-proof, but damn if the impact itself didn't hurt.

Feeling the pressure on your back let up, you push yourself up off the ruined instrument panel and turn to face your enemy.
It's the fucker you just shot repeatedly, standing there like nothing's wrong with him. He's breathing heavily, but that's it.

No... glancing around, you can clearly see bullet holes where you'd shot him. You thought some of them didn't penetrate, but all of them did.
And that armor isn't armor, either.

"Shit... bionics?" You grumble.

>>5702289
Yeah, should have figured they'd be throwing cyborgs at us. We should look into that stuff sometime, see if it's not worth chroming ourselves out a little.

>>5702289

The man before you doesn't immediately attack. Instead, he stands before you and motions for you to come at him.
Seems like he wants a proper fight, although you're not sure why.

You could humor him, or...

>Take him on. Fight offensively, try to break him before he can do anything.
>Take him on. Fight defensively. You don't know how strong his bionics are, and you can't risk losing.
>Pretend to take him on, then blow his brains out.

>>5702311
Pretty sure our bios are harder stuff than a lot of cyberware. Cyberware has to mount to bionic components somewhere. Additionally its uniquely weak to hacking and emp mechanisms.

We tooled shodan well beyond reasonable limits. Really should carry a knife with an electric taser built in

>>5702333
>Additionally its uniquely weak to hacking and emp mechanisms.
to be fair, humans have equivalent weaknesses, so it becomes sort of a moot point

>>5702332
>Pretend to take him on, then blow his brains out
Look at this fucking guy, he thinks we're gonna fall for his bait.

>>5702289
I voted for a MAGDUMP why is David acting like the MC of an Amazon show ffs reee

>>>Take him on. Fight offensively.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5hRMDWLNG0k It even features cyborgs at the beginning! Sort of

>>5702335
Well there's a fine line between complimentary cybernetics and full on "THE FLESH IS WEAK" type augmentations.
I think a few good ground rules for cybernetics would be
>Less is more
>Don't replace something that works just fine
>Look for an external alternative first before jumping to implants and augmentation
>Don't make cybernetics capable of wireless networking unless you absolutely have to
>everything should have EMP shielding out the ass (doubly so for anything near vital organs or replacing them entirely)

>>5702335
To be fair, human weaknesses are probably considered illegal bioweapons in space. Or massive overkill. Imagine putting one of the squishies into a proper joint lock. You'd probably just break their entire limb if you pushed hard enough just to arrest the movement of the average sport practitioner on Earth. Biomechanically humans are a bit janky, apes aren't supposed to be built quite like we are. So we're wimpy little shits comparatively. Imagine if you were trying to fight a pissed off gorilla, that's pretty much what it's like for the aliens compared to David. Lots of stuff you can do just will not work.

We can do absurd things with gene bullshit such as replacing the calcium in our bones for another metal like iron. Stupid? Iron is 37% denser but it isn't a soft metal like calcium is... I am confident we can bullshit something with this and a reinforced sinew mesh because we don't want our biceps to go snabbidy snibbidy.

And Davis NEEDS collagen supplements... or some space magic collagen... https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0169409X18303193 check this out.
Also fibrin is an excelent wound healing factor that is SUPER underutilized because, you guessed it, it's cheap https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3740636/

>>5702332
>Take him on. Fight offensively, try to break him before he can do anything.
Lets make a show.

>>5702332
>>Take him on. Fight defensively. You don't know how strong his bionics are, and you can't risk losing.

Need to figure this guy out. We'll probably end up having to blow him up with the spicy brick.

>>5702332
>>Pretend to take him on, then blow his brains out.

>>5702332
>Pretend to take him on, then blow his brains out.
Shoot him, lol

>>5702332
>Take him on. Fight defensively. You don't know how strong his bionics are, and you can't risk losing.
Eh. We don't know much about him, he doesn't know much about us. I'm sure he's got a few bionic tricks up his cyborg ass, but as of now we haven't got reason to play dirty with him yet, as he did let us get away after turning our backs on him.
Just don't get into a grapple with him...

>>5702332
>Take him on. Fight offensively, try to break him before he can do anything.

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>>5702289

You decide to go ahead and take him on.
You've fought against people with bionic enhancements before, and while tough, they aren't impossible to deal with.

The man before you stands tall despite his injuries. He's from a race you've never seen before, but he's distinctly humanoid despite his odd facial features.
Martial arts should work on him just fine. He probably won't have any weird animalistic abilities... you hope. You're pretty sure you've got this.

He's bigger than you, and given his cybernetics he's quite possibly heavier too. So you lower your stance, planting your feet just a bit wider as you prepare to attack.

You begin with a simple jab, which he easily reacts to and blocks. Perhaps emboldened by that half-hearted punch, your opponent strikes back with a heavy punch of his own.
However, he's immediately overextended himself, and now his body's wide open.

Using your left arm, you push his extended right arm aside and twist your hips as you drive your right fist straight up into his gut.
The impact is solid. Perhaps most of his muscles and bones have been replaced by bionics, you're not sure... but he doesn't feel soft and squishy like a normal alien.

Despite that though, your blow was definitely a shock to his system. You can see the surprise on his face, and he falls back a step on his own.
But it doesn't last long. He immediately recovers and actually manages to grab hold of your right arm before you can draw it back.

Then, to your shock, this son of a bitch actually manages to throw you!

He twists his whole body with a roar and flings you straight across the room.
The gravity in here may be low, but you're not made out of paper either, so you weren't expecting that.

Your back slams against the heavily perforated wall by the door, which dents inwards on impact.
You manage to soften the blow by relaxing your muscles, and thankfully it's not quite enough to knock the wind out of you.

Your opponent is already charging at you by the time you recover. Gives you back memories of being tackled by linebackers in school.
He tries to crush you against the wall with his shoulder, but you sidestep his charge, and he ends up slamming into the wall and denting it inwards even further.

He's not done yet, though. Having failed at that, he immediately swings at you with his massive strength, which you manage to duck underneath.
Again, he puts too much force into the swing, and now he needs a moment... or so you think. Instead of trying to recover, he simply continues his rotation and manages to grab your left arm with his right hand.

But regardless, you're already in position for something nasty.
Using your oppenent's grip to assist in pulling yourself up, you jump up from a squatting position and slam your right leg into his nutsack with everything you've got.

Only to feel your shinbone creak against a slab of metal.

"No fucking way, you didn't!" You cry out in horror.

Your opponent grins.

>>5703495
Plan on making the vote later tonight, but right now it's fireworks time.
Happy fourth of july, everybody!

>>5703496
don't blow up your fingers

>>5703524
>implying i have the money for fireworks
i do the smart thing and drive around until i see someone maxing out their credit card

>>5703495

Again he slams you into the wall, and this time he follows it up by punching you in the stomach, which you're forced to block simply by tightening your abs.
Now that almost knocked the damned wind out of you.

This guy's arms and legs are like tree trunks. You guess it doesn't matter how good your bionics are if you just make them fucking huge.

Still holding you by the arm, this fucker tries to follow up his gut punch with a blow straight to your head.
But that was a mistake.

His fist contacts your helmet and drives your head, which was already pressed against the wall, into the sheet metal behind you.
And it does absolutely no damage besides a hairline crack to your visor, because your helmet may as well be a solid block of steel.

He draws his hand back and examines it, and you notice that he seems to have broken two of his left-hand fingers.

Of course, you're not going to pass up this opportunity.

Jerking forwards, you slam your helmet into your opponent's skull, instantly shattering his nose and knocking out several of his teeth.
And again making use of his grip on you for leverage, you follow that up by slamming your knee straight into his side.

Still though, although your kick does make him stumble slightly, he doesn't let go. In fact, he seems almost unphased.
After that failed to seemingly do much, he starts grabbing at your helmet and trying to rip it off. That'll be hard to do without breaking your neck, so you'd like to avoid it if possible.

Alright, fuck this.

>His grip is locked on you like a vise. You weren't able to break SHODAN's duranium joints, but maybe this guy...
>Push him back a few steps, then judo throw his ass. Once he's on the ground, you'd bet you can stomp him a new asshole.
>You need to find a weak point on this guy. He doesn't seem to care where you hit him, but there has to be something that hurts him.
>He's not immune to bullets. You know that after shooting him in the chest with that black-tip, and you still have your 1911.
>Write-In?

>>5703592
>He's not immune to bullets. You know that after shooting him in the chest with that black-tip, and you still have your 1911.
I'm not about to try and wrestle the Billion Credit Xeno. He can have some .45 ACP for his troubles though.

>>5703592
>>He's not immune to bullets. You know that after shooting him in the chest with that black-tip, and you still have your 1911.

Man, we really don't need this guy breaking our suit's seal.

>>5703592
>>He's not immune to bullets. You know that after shooting him in the chest with that black-tip, and you still have your 1911.

>>5703592
>Write-In?
Grab one of his arms, use both our legs to push off against his chest, see if we can tear an arm off or something.

>>5703495
>Push him back a few steps, then judo throw his ass. Once he's on the ground, you'd bet you can stomp him a new asshole.

>>5703592
So our opponent is a borged up maniac.
Hand to hand is not very effective, so stomping him wont work well either.
I vote for:
>He's not immune to bullets. You know that after shooting him in the chest with that black-tip, and you still have your 1911.
But lets not get surprised if he shrugs it off too.
if that does not work then
>Break his joints.

>>5703592
>>He's not immune to bullets. You know that after shooting him in the chest with that black-tip, and you still have your 1911.

>>He's not immune to bullets. You know that after shooting him in the chest with that black-tip, and you still have your 1911.

>>5703592
>>Write-in
>>Kamizake with the c4
joking joking
vote in:
>>He is not inmune to bullets.
I wonder where should David aim at. All in to the head¿? Maybe going safe and firing at the elbows

Roll me 1d100, best of 3.
DC: 70

How do I roll again

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>5704218

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>5704218

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>5704218

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>5704218

Finally, a worthy opponent!

>>5704224
dice+1d100 in the options field

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>5704234
>>5704232
>>5704225
ooferino is this the first roll we've failed? Gramps hurry up...

Rolled 83 (1d100)

here's to hoping for a crit

>>5704237
hell yeah brother

>>5703592

You're not about to let this guy rip your helmet off.
Reaching down to your side, you pull your pistol out and fire it straight up into his head three times.

You can see the damage being done as they pass through, but you still follow it up by dumping the entire rest of the mag into his chest, around where his heart and lungs should be... assuming he still has them.
The bullets penetrate. Even though they're slow and heavy .45 rounds, they still go through. You're not sure how deep, but surely it's deep enough.

...Right?

Your opponent does let go of your arm, but only to grab at his own face in response to the damage.
He stumbles back, but he doesn't fall over dead. Even though you shot him in the head three times. Even through you shot him in the chest over and over gain.

That's when you notice, there's no blood at all dripping from any of his wounds.
This guy... he's closer to SHODAN than any organic.

"Cheap..." He groans in a robotic-sounding voice. His mouth doesn't move. He's speaking through a speaker implanted in his neck.
"I expected more from whatever's been slipping around, but it turns out you're just a coward." He continues.

He's not immediately attacking, so you drop your mag and load up the last one you've got before holstering it.
It doesn't seem like a pistol is going to help you here.

"You... are you an AI?" You ask him.

He scoffs.

"As if anyone would give an AI a body like this to run around in. Do you think we're all fools?"

"I dunno, you cut off your dick. Seems pretty stupid to me."

"Just another weakness removed. This body is perfect. And even if you damage it, i can't be killed."

You wonder about that.
He says he's not an AI. That means there must be a brain in there somewhere, even if it's the only organic part of him left.

And it's probably not in his head, since you just put several significant holes in it.

He doesn't give you any more time to think, however. It seems like he's eager to get back into the fight.
Reaching down to his side, he pulls a stick off his belt. With a push of a button and the flick of his wrist, it extends out into a baton.

And the end of that baton begins arcing with electricity like a tesla coil.
Holy shit, that's super high voltage. Your suit is definitely shock-proof, but do you really want to test how much?

Well, you guess he's not giving you much of a choice.
You draw your KA-BAR from your thigh holster in response, and this time take a lighter stance.

He swings the baton at your head, and you duck under it while placing your knife in the path of his arm, allowing him to cut himself as he overswings.
Your knife's duranium blade does manage to cut his armored skin, but not very deeply. It throws sparks as it passes through, but you can't tell if those are metal shavings or electrical sparks.

Either way, his body is made out of something metallic. Possibly plasteel, or some other kind of composite.

>>5703495
Oh my God, Akuma is real, AND HE HAS NO BALLS!

>>5704268
Naw, this guy's no Akuma. Even he knows giving up your body instead of training it is a fool's errand.

>>5704262
I wasn't sure....but now you have my attention.
>Put away gun. RIP AND TEAR!

>>5704262
>"I expected more from whatever's been slipping around, but it turns out you're just a coward." He continues.
big words from someone who had to become a toaster in order to become strong

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>>5704262
>"As if anyone would give an AI a body like this to run around in. Do you think we're all fools?"
Yeah, that would be stupid. Haha...

I know we can't turn tail but I think we should inmobilize him. And for that we have to focus on the limbs. David, remember the basics of QCQ

>>5704262
>Unlike you Im all natural.
Our gains are real yours are fake.

>>5704262
>it turns out you're just a coward."
My brother in Xanadu you literally just admitted you have a backup in case someone gives you a big enough ouchie to put you under.

This fucking guy.

>>5704262
That's it. It time to throw this guy off, then through, hell in a cell.

>>5704262

Your opponent brings his arm up and tries to bring it down on your head, but you manage to roll out of the way, and take a slice at his right knee while you're at it.
Having escaped the space between him and the wall, you feel a little less pressure as you pop back up to your feet.

But he immediately puts that pressure back on by pivoting on his right leg to deliver a massive kick at your torso.

With barely any time to respond, you're forced to quite literally bend over backwards to avoid it, landing in a crab walk.
You quickly flip over and donkey kick this son of a bitch straight in his chest, sending him flying across the room. He hits the floor and slides for a distance before slowly pushing himself back up to his feet.

"Not bad." He says with a smirk. "Wonder where you managed to get bionics of that quality?"

You're not even gonna tell him. For one, he probably wouldn't believe you. And secondly, he's probably gonna fucking die here.
Once you figure out how to kill him, that is.

He begins walking slowly towards you, with the sort of smug confidence that really makes it satisfying to watch crumble.
And looking at his gait, you notice he's favoring his left leg. Maybe unconsciously, since he doesn't seem to feel any pain, but he's favoring it.

Did you damage his knee with your knife? Did he make that damage worse by using that leg as a pivot?
You aren't sure, but it tells you that you are in fact doing damage. Little by little, you're picking him apart.

>Keep going for his joints with your knife. You know that works. You can see it.
>If your knife can damage his joints, you'd bet you can break them by hand. Go for massive damage.
>You have one mag left. Twelve rounds. No telling what might come next, but this guy's the biggest problem you've had so far.
>Write-In?

>>5704632
>>If your knife can damage his joints, you'd bet you can break them by hand. Go for massive damage.
You ever see what happens when a linebacker trips and slams shoulder first into a braced knee? Would you like to?

>>5704632
>Keep going for his joints with your knife. You know that works. You can see it.
I was going to make a write-in about taking advantage of the fact that every time psionic shit gets involved electronics get fucked, but I realized we're still in a room full of sensitive electronics that we want to keep relatively intact.

>>5704632
>Keep going for his joints with your knife. You know that works. You can see it.
>>5704635
I feel like you're referencing a specific incident and now I wanna see it.

>>5704632
>Write-In: Challenge him to arm wrestling.

>>5704632
>Keep going for his joints with your knife. You know that works. You can see it.

Patience. We'll give this a shot.

>>5704632
this>>5704635

>>5704632
>If your knife can damage his joints, you'd bet you can break them by hand. Go for massive damage.

>>5705164
>>5705184
Why did it show up now?

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>>5705187

>>5705188
Hey, not my fault 4chan fucks up.

>>5705190
A good craftsman never blames his tools
Clearly you have some sort of skill issue.

>>5705192
How the fuck is it a skill issue when the post button goes through, then doesnt show anything even when the page refreshes?

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>>5705202
Might i offer you some soothing anal cream whilst you wait for your posts to go through?

>>5705210
Yo those have applicators now? Shiiieeeet I remember when you just had to stick a finger up your ass.

Pain relief cream? What are you talking about?

>>5705210
I am appaled how there isn't a single mention of the ACTUAL DRUG used in this bullshit cream

>>5705319
It's ADVANCED RELIEF from Med PRIDE. Just stick it in; don't you trust the SCIENCE?!

>>5705320
MAXIUM STRENGHT

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>>5705324
MAXIMUM ARMOR

>>5705330
MAXIMUM SPEED

>>5705331
IMPACT-THOUGH

>>5705330
Actually this brings up a good question. Is cyanoacrylate adhesive (superglue) widely available in space?
Is that something we can synthesize onboard the Metal Gear? If nothing else, it'd be another nifty little item to throw in our IFAK.

>>5705339
>*sniff*
>MAXIMUM SPEEEEEEEED
Seems like it'd be a banned substance out here, desu

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I am building my drukhari army and I spilled my cement all over the desk. I cleaned it with a paper towel and kept working on my plastic and after ten minutes I felt like passing out.
I stumbled out of the room holy shit

>>5705359
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dichloromethane#Toxicity
like, lmao...

>>5705339
It's not. The fumes alone would be considered a hazard, nevermind that it's exothermic and flammable.
There are other non-toxic polymer glues which work pretty well, though.

>>5704632

>Roll me 1d100, best of 3
First DC: 40
Second DC: 60

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>5705564
LESGO

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>>5705564
funny dice go

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>5705564

>>5704632

You decide to stick with what you know is working.
Brandishing your knife, you wait for your opponent to approach you.

He's extremely confident, to the point of ignoring his own injuries.
He's both strong and fast, but brutish in his methods. You know from your own experience that he's probably never needed much in the way of technique out here.

He's also making a lot of assumptions about you. And you can take advantage of all that.

"Shit, what are you made of?" You say, luring him in closer to you.

He grins.

"The best composite armor, artificial muscle and mimetic alloys you can buy. Don't be too jealous."

Your opponent swings at you with his baton, which you manage to sidestep.
The baton slams into one of the consoles and sends a shower of sparks and molten metal flying as it's capacitor discharges into it, frying it to hell.

Even the lights in the room dim momentarily from the power surge.

"You know, the Federation is always looking for capable men. Perhaps we can get you an upgrade?" He suggests.

Yeah, as if you'd ever let the fucking feds put you under a scalpel.
You'd honestly rather blow your brain out than let that happen.

He swings at you again, diagonally upwards this time.
This leaves his right side open, and allows you to slip in.

You step well into his space and move around his side, jamming your knife up and into his armpit before backing off as he turns to face you.
As he swings his baton down on you from above, you push his arm aside with your free hand and reverse your knife's grip before plunging it down into his inner elbow.

You struggle a bit to tear the knife free as he flexes his arm and throws you aside, but that only means it does more damage on it's way out.

He does manage to throw you aside with his massive strength, but not as far as he might have liked.
You roll with the momentum and immediately pop back up to your feet, intent on rushing at him and dealing more damage.

However, after noticing the damage you've done to his arm, his demeanor changes somewhat. That cocky grin turns into a frown, and he seems upset.
That's when he raises his left hand and snaps his fingers, and all the lights in the room immediately go out as his body glows with a purple-ish coronal discharge.

Your thermal camera also dies in that moment, and you feel your translator implant overheating for the first time in a while.
It must be an EMP, this fucker. That's right, he thinks you're a cyborg too.

Well, he's got another thing coming.

You can't see where he is right now, but you remember his position clearly.
Charging ahead in the dark, you crouch down low and make a large sweep towards his legs.

Of course, you hit something. It's hard to tell where exactly, but you hit him.

"Shit!" he curses.

The room suddenly lights up again as your opponent's shock baton lights up.
He swings it at you, but you turn and catch the baton in your left hand, the use it to wrench his arm aside and stab upwards into his tricep.

>inb4 "you're emp-hardened too?!"

>YOU STILL HAVE YOUR FLESH
>AND YOUR BALLS?!
>In my defense, my girls claimed my balls, never been more empty in my life.

>>5705611
"Hey Robo-fed, why would I need an upgrade to this Grey-made biological perfection?"

time for some psyops

>>5706108
better yet, its not even grey made(as far as we know). its pure, 100% mother nature, baybeh

>>5706114
While you're right (at least as far as Sanig knows), sowing discord between the Feds and Greys would be a wonderful thing. There's still the Greys operating out of that pirate base not that far away from where David and this station are, so this is plausible that they've created some biological monstrosity.

>>5706108
But what if the greys really did make us but thought they wiped us out or something?

Best let em think we're a bot.

>>5706302
>there's just no way all of the good qualities of the old greys and all the good qualities of a species from an utter hellscape of a planet that would kill the average spacenoid with its gravity alone could ever occur naturally
>don't blame us for you guys having shitty evolution
Humanity just keeps winning.

>>5706302
Imagine if the Greys thought they were doing the universe a favour by destroying the dinosaur megafauna with a diverted asteroid before it escaped, not realising that the surviving hairy rats would evolve and be do even more for the universe.

Like ushering in a new age of flavourful food and GAINS

>>5705611

At this point, his arm is so thoroughly lacerated that you're able to simply rip the baton out of his hand.
You give him a good whack to the side of his head, discharging a fuckton of electricity into his body and stunning him momentarily.

However, that leaves you in the dark again.

As the baton slowly recharges, it begins to arc with electricity and illuminate both you and your opponent.
You stand there in the dark, momentarily appearing through flashes of light as you hold your knife menacingly in one hand, and your enemy's stolen weapon in the other.

It's hard to see his face in the darkness, but you can tell that for a moment at least, he seemed uncertain. Almost afraid.

"What's the matter, Fed? I thought that perfect body of yours couldn't be killed." You growl.

This time, he remains unusually silent. All you can hear is the crackling of electricity from the baton in your left hand.
That is, until your opponent takes off towards the hall door.

He might be trying to escape, or he could be trying to reach his gun. Either way, you're not going to let that happen.
You hurl the baton at him with everything you've got. It spins through the air and strikes him in the back, shocking him again and causing him to fall forwards, faceplanting and sliding along the ground.

That gives you plenty of time to catch up on him.

With the baton discharged it's dark again, but you know more or less where he is.
Diving down on top of him, you use both hands and your entire bodyweight to shove your knife somewhere into his body, and twist.

He grunts in response, so you know you hit him.
He may or may not feel pain, but he must be feeling something every time he's hit. He knows when he's been damaged.

He must be panicking now. His wounds are building up more than he expected. He's lost his weapon, and now with the baton arcing straight to the floor, he's stuck with you in the dark.
One thing you've learned about aliens is that most of them don't fear the dark. They aren't afraid of whatever might lurk inside, because in most cases there simply wasn't anything lurking there.

But it's different for predators. The worlds you grew up on were always hostile, and there was always something that could be hunting you at night, even as you huddled around your campfires.
Even if this guy is nothing but a brain in a robot body, you're certain that evolutionary fear is there. You're sure he's feeling it right now.

It's time to go on a hunt.

>You just want to end this. You'll carve him to pieces if you have to, but you want him dead.
>This guy's a Fed. He may have all sorts of valuable information, so you'll try and take him alive.
>Write-In?

>>5706558
>>This guy's a Fed. He may have all sorts of valuable information, so you'll try and take him alive.
He's a fed borg. He almost certainly has a communications link at the moment. being able to carve that implant, and its backup, is the most important thing.

That said, given the spores outside, those cuts can fuck up his bio also

>>5706558
>You just want to end this. You'll carve him to pieces if you have to, but you want him dead.
We can rip all the good bits out of him later, right now he's a fucking PROBLEM.

>>5706558
>This guy's a Fed. He may have all sorts of valuable information, so you'll try and take him alive.
Fuck up his arms and legs. Once he's a nugget we can ask him questions and stuff while still paying attention to the door.

>>5706558
>>This guy's a Fed. He may have all sorts of valuable information, so you'll try and take him alive.

>>5706558
>This guy's a Fed. He may have all sorts of valuable information, so you'll try and take him alive.

>>5706558
>>you just want to end this.
Screw feds! I don't want forced exposition on the setting we know enough

>>5706558
>This guy's a Fed. He may have all sorts of valuable information, so you'll try and take him alive.
Make sure he doesn't have any wireless connectivity first...

>>5706558
>This guy's a Fed. He may have all sorts of valuable information, so you'll try and take him alive.

>>5706558
>This guy's a Fed. He may have all sorts of valuable information, so you'll try and take him alive.

>>5706558
>>This guy's a Fed. He may have all sorts of valuable information, so you'll try and take him alive.

>>5706558
>This guy's a Fed. He may have all sorts of valuable information, so you'll try and take him alive.
Brain in a box please, bonus points if we can mount him on spider legs later like that creepy as fuck doll in Toy Story.

Roll me 1d100, best of 3.
First DC: 45
Second DC: 70

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>5707403
go farther...

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>5707403

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>5707403
Eee ooyee wagga wagga

>>5706558

You want to take him alive if you can.
He's a fed. You haven't really interacted with them much, but you know they're an enemy, and this guy probably has all sorts of information on them.

However, that might be difficult for a few different reasons.
Oh well, you'll just have to give it a shot.

You manage to draw back your knife and stab him one more time before he knocks you away.
This time though, you land on your feet and don't slide that far. He's definitely losing steam.

About that time, you sudden hear and feel an explosion relatively nearby. Not inside this facility, you think... but definitely close to it.
You don't know what's going on outside, but the feds and station guards must be getting attacked by now.

Focusing on the target in front of you, you intentionally make some noise while walking, allowing your boots to click against the ground until you feel like you've gotten fairly close to him.
Then you simply stop. You wait, and you listen.

It doesn't take long for him to make a noise.
His shuddering breath, the ruffling of his clothes. That's all you need to pinpoint his location.

He's not a wraith, so you can't just feel his presence. It's harder like that, but you're still pretty decent when it comes to blindfighting.

You move silently now, making sure that your boots make smooth and even contact with the surface, from one end to the other.
Walking around your opponent, you keep track of him by sound. Until you feel like you're at his side, or maybe near his back.

Then, after getting right up next to him, you pull an empty magazine out of one of your pockets, and toss it across the room.
As it clatters against the ground, you feel your opponent's body turn to face the sound. That's when you strike, plunging your knife deep into his body again.

You manage to stab him three times before backing off, and you hear a whoosh of air as he swings at nothing.

"Coward!" He screams. "Come out and face me!"

Dumbass. You're facing him right now.
It's not your fault he doesn't know how to keep quiet, nor how to listen for you.

His breathing is getting heavier.

That just makes it easier to keep track of him.
You slip in behind him... and you're sure you are behind him this time.

Was it here? His knee should be at about this height.

Crouching down, you first stab him in the back, and then when he turns to swing at you with his arms and hits nothing, you follow it up by stabbing him right in the kneecap and twisting.
There's a loud pop as something breaks or disconnects, and your target almost immediately falls as both his knees gives out on him.

"Shit! SHIT!" He cries. "How can you see me?! Why didn't the EMP work?!"

>Tell him that you're all natural
>Tell him you're a Grey-enhanced cyborg
>Say nothing
>Write-In?

>>5707473
>Say nothing
we aren't gonna just tell him where we are by speaking, who knows what other goofy shit he has in that body of his

>>5707473
>Tell him that you're all natural

>>5707473
>Say nothing

>>5707473
>Say nothing
Save our words for after we've secured the station.

>Say nothing
gettin' way too cuddly in here, fuckin talking to the enemy like life is a cartoon instead of completing our objectives are we a Leatherneck or not!

>>5707473
>Say nothing
Oh now this must be fucking terrifying. Real Gaia vs Sikorsky vibes.

>>5707473
>>Write in
>>You're pretty good...

>>5707473
>Say nothing

>>5707473
>Say nothing

>>5707473
>Say nothing

>>5707473
All we have to say is "why would an EMP work?"

>>5707473

This guy, you really don't feel like talking to him in the first place, but you're certain he must have something in that artificial body of his that's transmitting back somewhere.
It might be a good opportunity to spread some misinformation, like you being a grey-enhanced cyborg or some shit...

But you decide against it after a few moments.

Honestly, you don't know how the feds would react to whatever bullshit you came up with. It might have worse consequences than telling the truth.
So the best thing you can do, you reckon, is to say nothing at all.

Walking over to him, you flick on your backup headlamp. A simple pile battery and incandescent bulb that isn't affected by EMPs.
You learned your lesson after getting caught in the dark with those fucking wraiths.

The light is dim, but more than enough to see your target.

He tries to crawl away from you, but with his limbs mangled that proves difficult.
You grab him by the ankle and pull him back towards you, intent on zipping his hands and feet together.

The man, apparently having forgotten some critical information, uses his one good arm to grab you by the combat vest and attempts to headbutt you.
Of course, you respond by throwing your own head forwards. Your armored helmet caves in what's left of his face, doing absolutely nothing besides smearing grease on your visor.

He's panicking hard at this point. You can see the gears turning in his head as he tries something you honestly didn't expect.
He grabs your crotch and tries to crush your balls in his grip.

Unfortunately for him, that particular bit of critical infrastructure is well armored. All he manages to grab is your cup.

You're sure he has quite the grip, but you know all too well how tough plasteel is.

"I don't swing that way, pal." You grumble, stomping on his chest and forcing him back down to the floor.

After that he rolls over and continues trying to crawl away from you, so you crush his last remaining limb underfoot, then sever the artificial muscle around his elbow with your knife.

"You won't get away with this, you piece of shit. The federation never forgets. They'll hunt you for the rest of your life!" He growls.

The control room is rocked by another explosion, this time much closer by the sound of things.

"I'd like to see them try." Is your only response.

Using zip-ties, you manage to get his arms and legs bound together. He does resist, but there's not much he can do now.

After pulling him around behind the turret consoles to keep him out of harm's way, you go and pick up the 'stun' baton he was using. Although it seems more like it's set to kill than stun.
Regardless, it seems like a decent weapon against organics and robots alike, despite it's relatively slow recharge rate.

After about five minutes of silence, a pair of guards come to scout the room.
They carefully peek around the door, shining their lights inside.

But all they see is you standing there alone in the dark, holding that baton.

>>5708310
What a hypocrite. Typical bully. You actually put hands on him and he loses all his bluster. What a pansy. A dickless pansy no less.

>>5707473
>Tell him you're a Grey-enhanced cyborg
I missed my cue ;-;

>>5708310
None may survive combat with David unless David deigns it suit his purpose like blacksmith dad.

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>>5708310
>But all they see is you standing there alone in the dark, holding that baton.
>"Pick up that can."

>>5708310
>It might have worse consequences than telling the truth.

>we spout some random bullshit, or worse, that we're all natural
>the federation panics
>the federation pools all its resources into making a new supersoldier
>they end up pulling the space soldier equivalent of the f-15

>>5708652
Yeah no, remaining a mystery to the Federation is in our best interest.
To that end, I say we invest in a disguise and new identity afterwards.
There's gotta be some humanoid species about our size we can pose as.

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>>5703592

They quickly cut their lights and get back into cover.
And then they start talking to eachother, as if you can't hear them.

"Is that him?" One man whispers to the other.

"I... i dunno. It doesn't look like him, but he's got the vice-captain's baton..." The other replies.

"Well why don't you go in and check?"

"Fuck you, why don't you go in?!"

"I'm not going in there, you go in there!"

You allow the baton to spark once or twice while they're peeking through the door, briefly illuminating your figure from one side.

"...I don't think that's the vice-captain."

"Shit. What are we supposed to do now?"

"How should i know? If the vice-captain couldn't take him, what am i supposed to do?"

There's a prolonged silence between the two of them.

"Look, maybe we should just get the hell out."

"And go where? Down to the industrial ward, with them mutants?"

"What, you got a better idea?"

"I dunno. Maybe if we just surrend-"

The two men are cut off mid-conversation by a hail of bullets. The gunfire is quite distinct from any sort of noise a phaser or plasma weapon makes.
You can't see them from where you're standing, but you're pretty sure they were killed instantly.

"...SHODAN, is that you?" You call out.

"Kid! Are you alright?!" Sanig calls out.

To your surprise, the one that comes through the door isn't SHODAN or Cylia, but Sanig... and Gildur.

"Yeah, i'm fine. A little bruised, maybe." You tell him.

"Seriously? It looks like a bomb went off in here, kid. Piles of bodies, and the walls are full of holes..."

"Yeah, i used a bomb or two. I'm also out of ammo. Got any spare mags?"

"Sorry kid, all i'm carrying is .22 hornet. Gildur's got some 5.56 though, i think."

Gildur immediately pulls two spare mags of 5.56 out of his vest and tosses them to you.
Plain FMJ, but it'll do. It'll do just fine.

Picking up your rifle, which you had cast aside, you insert the mag and rack it, finding it to still be in good condition.

"What's it like outside?" You ask.

"Our killbots are on the ground. I left the offensive to the AIs, but it'll be a while before they clear things out." Sanig tells you.

"And those explosions earlier?"

"Ah, well... they didn't take too kindly to us showing up in the Metal Gear. They threw a few fighters and land-based machines at us, not that it mattered much."

"Land-based... you mean these?" You ask, sending him a screenshot from your helmet cam of the machine you hid from earlier today.

"Yeah, those. They don't stand a chance against missiles or 20mm shells." Sanig affirms.

"I'd be shocked if they did. Any word from SHODAN or Cylia?"

"Not really. SHODAN's been relaying information, but apparently she's in combat right now."

"Against what?" You ask. It's odd that she would be in combat against pretty much anything for long.

"Don't know, she didn't give us a lot of information."

"...Alright. Gildur, grab the guy who's tied up over there and bring him back to the ship." You order.