saffron 2016/05/25(Wed)04:23 No. 725814 ID: 0543a8
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your name is CYGNUS. as a secondary member of the AMBASSADOR’S COURT, you are in charge here. your father, ATLAS, tasked you with the errand of encountering and registering the surviving passengers of a recently downed UNIDENTIFIED SOLARNI VESSEL.

unfortunately, these passengers didn’t seem eager to comply. the unit you dispatched to encounter the survivors of the crash were met with extreme hostility and your men are completely AWOL. worse yet, so are your mystery aggressors. you have a bad feeling that this was a premeditated incident.

>>725814
Time for reinforcements, then. Only this time you're sending combat teams, not rescue squads. Secure the area around the crash!

well you need yourself some intel swanbro, did the initial team manage to get any more info to you about the situation other than the hostile reception?

Nice choice of HOMESTUCK emphasis. U got ant weapons on this nerd ship?

we were all, at some point, hs garbage
>>725817 ?

what do we have on hand? what can we send?
also, interesting ears - are you human?
what are the relations between solarni and....denorans?
are solarni an invading force? a kidnapped force?

so since the crash ship seems to be hostile what are our options? we go in guns blazing and try and put them down before they can do to much damage or is there something else we can do first. Also the men you sent that went AWOL, any idea why they would just up and leave and do we need to pick them back up before they do anything else as well?

>>725837
(not sure what's confusing)
Cygnus is the constellation of the swan, and that orange bang in (what I assume is not just white in black and white) white hair is evocative of a swan beak. Thus swanbro.
OR
We've been told that there was already a team sent out who was met with extreme hostility, so we need to have some way of knowing that, either the initial team was in contact with us or we have surveillance handy. Either way we need more information before acting.

1/2 saffron 2016/05/25(Wed)18:02 No. 725935 ID: 0543a8
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you are not HUMAN. you are SOLARNI. you express your gratitude for the compliment on your FEATHERED EARS, a body modification which you are quite fond of. SOLARNI are vain creatures with intricate SHAPESHIFTING ABILITIES, and establishing a distinct body can walk the fine line between couture and convoluted.

about 500 of your species take residence on earth, and it’s important that each and every one of them are rounded up, screened, and registered at the time of their entry to EARTH. this is the purpose of administrative headquarters such as the WESTERN TERMINAL. enduring the particular immigration process is the only way SOLARNI can become CITIZENS OF EARTH.

more importantly, this is also the best way to filter out any more potentially violent encounters with ill-intentioned visitors from your war-faring planet.

the primary members of the AMBASSADOR’S COURT were the first SOLARNI PEOPLE to step foot on earth. through constant deliberation they managed to establish a compromise with the humans: a small population of SOLARNI PEOPLE will be allowed to take residence on earth, given that the ceasefire is honored, and that at least 60% of SOLARNI citizens are employed as civil servants. if any human civilians are struck down by your crash-landed aggressors, it could qualify as violation of the ceasefire.

the fragile threads of interplanetary peace cannot be broken on your watch. you are going to need help.

2/2 saffron 2016/05/25(Wed)18:02 No. 725936 ID: 0543a8
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you lost contact with your initial team about 2 minutes ago. normally, you'd have a visual of the area, but the damage of the crash landing has put the surrounding video surveillance system offline. awareness of the current situation is limited, and you are forced to depend on the reports of your initial team to devise a new plan.

unfortunately, the field teams of the WESTERN TERMINAL are all civilian workers. they are not prepared to deal with aggressors, nor are they enthusiastic about putting their lives in danger. as it stands, you are the only one here trained for combat. yet acting alone in such a situation would be an unwise decision, not to mention COMPLETELY ILLEGAL.

you are going to need to call for backup, but from who?

>call a partner.
for now, you can only call one.
you can’t call someone who is OFFLINE.

I hear pyxis is a powerbottom

>>725936
What do we know about the four available, other than names and silhouettes?

Andromeda

Andromeda

>>725936
Lyra. (Probably) slime person, go!

Andromeda

Lyra.

1/3 saffron 2016/05/29(Sun)06:46 No. 726638 ID: 0543a8
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you have six options. well, four, as those two are offline. but it comes as no surprise; they’re almost always shirking their assignments. showing up to listen to the DIRECTOR lecture them at this point is just a formality, you think.

the seven of you make up the second generation of the AMBASSADOR’S COURT. your parents, as the first generation, are well respected representatives of the SOLARNI as well as heroic warriors comprising a line of defense against those who would threaten the earth. you, the second generation, are the first of your kind to be born and raised on earth. bearing this multicultural burden is no easy task.

for a few fleeting moments you pretend you are considering who to call. this is merely an act. of course you knew the moment you considered requesting backup that’d you’d call him.

2/3 saffron 2016/05/29(Sun)06:46 No. 726639 ID: 0543a8
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to be honest, you’re a bit nervous about it. trifling thoughts flood your mind, petty emotions you don’t want and you don’t need. such melodrama is unbecoming of you and the people you represent. this is a serious matter.

your hands fidget restlessly over his contact information, tapping on the screen of your WIRELESS COMMUNICATION TERMINAL. the hollow tapping of your claws against the glass lets you focus.

the seven of you are all extremely capable. you have no reason to hesitate. but sometimes, you wish you didn’t have to deal with the headache that is working alongside your old CHILDHOOD FRIENDS.

you make the call. twenty seconds in he hangs up on you and you find him draping himself on your shoulder instead.

3/3 saffron 2016/05/29(Sun)06:47 No. 726640 ID: 0543a8
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“soooooo, what is this, really? what do you need me for? i heard ATLAS sent you to do screening for that fallen craft; you don’t need me for that, do you? something wrong? unless you just wanted to see me, i guess, yes; i think that’s a possibility too, what about you?” ANDROMEDA drags his fingers through your hair and you hate it.

you hate being touched and you hate him, you hate that he’s so casual and talkative during missions and you hate his stupid getup and you hate that you think it’s all kind of charming.

“you’re delusional. the passengers of the craft were violent. they engaged the rescue team and we lost communication. i need assistance,” you state coldly, “to subdue the aggressors.”

the enthusiasm from his face fades. he tilts his head at you a little bit. you can’t believe he’s fucking pouting about this. “oh, is that it. i thought maybe we were going to have some fun today. maybe we still can ♪."

"this is a serious situation. perhaps i called the wrong person."

“absolutely not! no, no. don’t get your feathers in a twist, my lovely. you know i’m only joking. of course you do. such is the birden of my noble heritage. royalty must always be there for his people. isn’t that right? even in the worst of times, this prince is always ready to stand by your side and fight valiantly. don’t you think we look cool together? i think so."

you hate this charade most of all. he isn’t a real prince. his father, CORONA, prances around asserting proclamations of similar calibre — that they are royalty, elite, affluent, et cetera. nitwits. the absurdity of it all. they aren’t even HIGHBLOODS.

Suit up and get on ur way bird bro

Aw, don't let him ruffle your feathers

Lets go kick some butt

...highbloods?

also, doki doki huh

cmon, gear up and tolerate him

And btw he teleported? Can you all teleport/ have fancy powers? What do u do swan bro

1/3 saffron 2016/06/01(Wed)03:55 No. 727187 ID: 0543a8
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SOLARNI are capable of short range TELEPORTATION. but in order to move with such grace and accuracy, you suspect ANDROMEDA must have been extremely close to you already. this doesn’t surprise you — he thrives off of the attention he receives from being a local celebrity, frequenting the space museum to do q&a’s with human visitors. part of why you called him is because you thought it was likely he was already upstairs.

your decisions are purely logical.

you need to gear up and get clearance from the DIRECTOR before moving out. talking to her always unnerves you a bit, but you’re legally required to debrief her before acting.

“just shut up and gear up, okay? and you’re not going out in that outfit,” you spit.

"what! what's wrong with it?” he pouts. "it’s flexible. it's lightweight. the humans love it. casual, fashionable, and i draw the right crowd. the color suits me! what more could you ask for?”

“i don’t care what you put on,” you snap, whacking his shoulder with the back of your hand, “as long as you’re not wearing leggings and one shoe on a field mission!”

you head to the debriefing. it’s possible to call her on your WIRELESS COMMUNICATION TERMINAL, but you're supposed to use the landline for security purposes.

2/3 saffron 2016/06/01(Wed)03:55 No. 727188 ID: 0543a8
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“CYGNUS, you’re behind schedule.”

the DIRECTOR looms above you on the screen. her deadpan expression and rigid demeanor has always intimidated you and demanded your respect. you have always hoped that one day you will earn her respect back.

“my apologies, ma’am. the passengers —“

“i don’t want an excuse, i want results,” she says firmly. “i’ve already been informed that the rescue team was attacked. this is an emergency; you know that you should have acted sooner.”

you’re tensing up. the DIRECTOR is always like this — coldhearted and never satisfied with your work. “i understand,” you respond quietly. there is nothing else to say.

“please tell me you’re on your way out.”

“yes, of course. i contacted and recruited ANDROMEDA. we’re about to head out.”

“good. then go, now.” the DIRECTOR ends the call and you are left alone in the debriefing room. you want to take a moment to collect your thoughts, but you can’t help but feel the DIRECTOR is still lurking, checking to make sure you’re not wasting any more time.

ANDROMEDA has changed his clothes. he looks worse than before. you grit your teeth, and the two of you make your way out.

3/3 saffron 2016/06/01(Wed)03:56 No. 727189 ID: 0543a8
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every second you spend here could make tracking down your aggressors more difficult. you don’t have time to trek the 2 kilometer distance on foot. luckily for you, flying is much faster.

you consider your options.
you can only pick one.

>check the crash site first. the clues you get here could indicate your aggressor’s motive.
>check the field team’s last known coordinates to check for survivors. a medical team will get to them within the hour, but immediate medical attention could save lives.
>attempt to calculate your aggressor’s escape route and cut them off. risky, but a high payoff.

Option 3. Also drop andy man and make him run on his own

>>727189
B
Ideally, there are survivors and they are in a state to give you more info on the aggressors and where they went, but even if not there will still be clues to find and a trail to follow.

Combo c an b. Dispatch medical team asap via wireless but attempt to cut off aggressors. High payoff plus lives saved and you can hsve the med team report any valuable info the survivors have to you.

What action would the director be more satisfied with, though? If you're unsure I would say go for B. If she is going to look down at everything you do, the best option is to save lives at least.

B!

>>727189
B. We don't leave people behind.

1/2 saffron 2016/10/17(Mon)00:56 No. 753357 ID: 0543a8
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andromeda is easily two times your weight. a heavy burden to deal with, but you'll manage easily; you're stronger than you look. the extra pounds aren't a problem. it's not that that's bothering you -- he's swinging your arm around and shouting to you about some date he's got planned and its driving you nuts.

"CYGNUS, that girl came back today at the museum; no, she's a woman, a beautiful woman! she asked me about another date! ah!! she was so bright, so soft and kind; i think i like her -- she wants to see me again, i want to see her too, but the way things are going i think i'll have to reschedule with her. but i don't know! i don't like cancelling! i don't like it at all! i'm beginning to think, maybe, just maybe -- don't let it get to your head -- maybe you were right, really, i mean, you are sometimes, maybe i should stop seeing so many people, i guess! maybe i shouldn't date humans!! i don't know! what do you think?

"will you shut the fuck up?" you snap. immediately a knot pulls at your stomach.

for fuck's sake. stop. breathe.

"just -- not now okay?" out of the corner of your eye you see him pouting, and with a heavy sigh you resign yourself from his nonsense.

2/2 saffron 2016/10/17(Mon)00:56 No. 753358 ID: 0543a8
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you take a sharp turn after the highway splits and glide lower towards the ground. it's close. but something's not right -- the streetlights aren't on and its eerily quiet.

it looks like district seven's POWER GRID is offline despite no visible damage to the conductor lines... no wonder your surveillance system wasn't working earlier. but with the electromagnetic interference from the power grid gone, you can feel them. five signals. weak, unimposing. only five. five out of seven. you grit your teeth and press forward.

you pass the downed SOLARNI DROP SHIP. it's almost completely embedded into the concrete, carving out a huge impasse in the road, blocking the entirety of the intersection. two blocks away, the survivors of the field team have taken shelter behind fallen rubble.
you halfheartedly drop andromeda to the ground. he lands gracefully anyway, smiling tactlessly, and your field team stirs at the sight of you.

you hear them whispering as you approach. its not a welcome feeling.

>ask for their report.
>fuck it. just ask if they're okay.

ask how many can move on their own

Report. Getting the right info fast may save lives.

Get a sitrep. Casualties, supplies, enemy intel, the works.

>>753358
Fuck it, first. Then report.

if you coldly as for report, these ppl may think even less of you. as if they are okay