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Yes.
I believe now is as good as ever.
Still, it’s a great risk of wasted money if things don’t pan out properly—but the window of opportunity could only be open for so long…

Vikin! Do you have their profiles ready? And you’re sure these are perfect candidates for… the mission?

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Vikin: Yes, boss. All of them from STATION HURON. They meet the criteria just as you requested!

Vikin: I had to jump through a few hoops but you know how these mercs feel about outsiders.

Boss: Yes, yes. I’d hate to rush you but—

Vikin: Apologies. I’ll get right to the important stuff then.

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Vikin: These nine mercenaries have been interviewed and are capable of working in a group. They understand cooperation; so there are no ‘lone wolves’.

Vikin: No rookies, which is common sense. They have some renown in HURON where the titular space station is grounds for parley and sanctuary. Outside the station, it’s practically PVP. So none of them have a grudge or vendetta against one another due to a previous contract or scuffle. They’re honorable, to say the least.

Vikin: This is a heist to get in and get out. Likely the party won’t be separated, and where they’re going could end badly if they split. But you never know. So there will neither be a getaway driver waiting in a car, nor a seductress to break away to distract some VIP, etc.

Vikin: I’ve divided the selection pool into three groups: Bounty Hunters work to study their environment and attack accordingly; Grunts for extra power to clear the room and boost defenses; and Oddjobs with sophisticated talents to make work easier for the rest of us. And as far as where your money goes you’ll get to choose one from each group!

Boss: Very good, Vikin.

Boss: So be it.

[Character Select] 2019/09/25(Wed)17:52 No. 945800 ID: 11f77a
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Vikin: I’ll get right to the BOUNTY HUNTERS. Usually they’re clad in light armor, but quite efficient in close quarters and medium range.

A) The Assassin. So we have our first mercenary, a Sajjan assassin. She’s broken lower-tier records on HURON at a young age. She’s acrobatic, quick, an expert in close combat, and is always equipped with a weapon. Sajjans have a stinger that could discharge potent venom—and whiskers that are sensitive to touch and movement. Some claim she could cut a gnat from sensing the very wave of its wings.

B) The Wastelander. Natural born Relicynth shaped by the scorching dunes and sandstorms in Paligrij. He often chooses a more… barbarous method—but he’s not a crazy zealot. His kind has extra-long arms with the sharpest, longest talons I’ve ever seen. They could climb up any obstacle in a sprint. A Relicynth has to use prosthetic hands to hold most guns—but when he charges on fours he can chase any bounty down.

C) The Manipulator. This Eigo isn’t a psychic, but she wields technology utilizing stasis and slight telekinesis. She kept these tools after her satellite-scrapper industry was bought out, and she retreated to HURON for new business. Effective in situations to control an opponent’s position. She can slow down runners, force push attackers, or quietly lift small macguffins out of pockets.

Choose One

Damage of clothes? This sounds familiar, and i love it.

C.
I wonder what other things she could lift.

As much as i like kinetic abilities, i am going to settle with the wastelander. Can't beat good old gunpowder. I am assuming we are going to have revolvers?

>>945800
Assassin

Hire the Manipulator!

>>945800
A) The Assassin

Let's go with Goaty McGoatface (C), if only because she looks the coolest

C.) The Manipulator

Gotta have that goat!

Manipulator

>>945800
B!

>>945800
Control the battlefield and you control the fight. Control the fight, and victory falls at your feet.

C.

C) I like the shape of that face

We need someone who can plan escape routes on the fly and not over-rely on their tech. A

As badass as the Wastelander looks, I gotta vote for the Manipulator.

>>945800
C, since we'll have a Grunt for the fighty bits, and a heist implies we're stealing something.

C

>>945800
A. The Assassin

A!

B

C

A

Assassin plz

Assassin

A. If there's gonna be clothing damage, there better be ass at some point, hence why Assassin. The clue is in the name. Also she looks the cutest imo.

C

A for Assassin, it's the only one that's alliterative!

>>945800
Manipulator. Sneaks & dps characters are a dime a dozen picks in rpgs.

Assassin's neat

>>945800
B)

>>945800
A

>>945800
The wastlander

>>945800
C!

Man, tough decision, but... I think I'll go with C.

>>945800
I’ll go with b.

>>945800
B)

[Character Select] 2019/09/27(Fri)10:59 No. 945941 ID: 11f77a
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Boss: I believe I’ll hire The Manipulator. Controlling the battlefield is important in case they run into a fight they can't run from.

Vikin: Yes, sir. I’ll send the invite as soon as possible!

Vikin: Next, your choice of GRUNTS. Their defenses are promising. Normally they’d be hired sycophants or work to guard shipments for a safe, interstellar passage.

A) The Cleaner. This Imortan is—ahem—a liquidator. He’s usually hired when two underground families are in cahoots with one another. He can clear a room full of bodies or… clear the room full of bodies. No crime if there’s nothing to show, huh? Still, his contractors are happy and he seems to play along just fine. He’s equipped with a water saw and a tank full of acid that bores through the toughest steel.

B) The Bouncer. The Cnidarian managed to find a prototype EXO/suit and set out to HURON to work as a bodyguard, bouncer, and even repo man. Though he has some anger issues, that only fuels her strength to overrun mobs, beat down brutes, and smash through doors. This mercenary could take a real beating without breaking a sweat.

C) The DemoNaut. The Xingast was an astronaut demolitions expert mining the asteroids of Cor’Till. Unfortunately laser-drilling put many workers like her out of a job. She secretly kept a suit that can withstand lightning-fast projectiles zipping around in space. In her Zen, she can remain calm under heavy fire to configure a makeshift explosive.

Choose One

Let's find out what makes her a good demonaut.

A. We could use a "janitor"

A CLEEN

This is a toughy.

For straight up tankiness, it's either the bouncer or the demoNaut. But I like the designs of both the cleaner and the bouncer. So it seems like the bouncer is fitting both criteria, but that's understating how much I like the cleaner's design. Hmmm...

My vote is going to be A.) The Cleaner.

However, I won't kick and scream if the bouncer gets chosen instead.

A) cleaner! who could say no to those cute fangs!

A) Cleaner!

>>945941
A. The Cleaner

A) Mr. Clean
Would be nice not to have anybody go sniffing after us when all is said and done.

A.
I'm sure he'll be happy to keep our crew clean as well.

>>945941
A) The Cleaner

B

When we talk about cleaning, we talking about the literal and figurative speech, right? If that is the case, i think that A would be perfect.

A

B! The Bouncer! The Bouncer! Look at that suit!

Cleaner. Watch out for 'friendly fire,' teammates.

>>945941
A

The cleaner is really risking friendly fire so i'b say B) Bouncer

>>945941
the cleaner

Cleaner pls

>>945941
Cleaner

Mr Clean

[Character Select] 2019/09/29(Sun)09:52 No. 946050 ID: 11f77a
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Boss: If he’s as careful as you claim him to be, then I’ve decided to go with The Cleaner.

Vikin: I’ll mark ‘em down, Boss!

Vikin: Finally your support, the ODDJOBS. These people are willing to make an honest buck bringing their talents to the job.

A) The Dimensioner. I managed to enlist this fabled mercenary. This Huntoon can teleport short distances using 4th dimensional travel. His arms can reach into some pocket to grab the right guns for any situation, where his butler maintains an arsenal from the other side. He’ll need to know where he’s going, of course, and traveling extreme distances take up energy.

B) The Engineer. A smart Gard with a knack of drilling into anything worth stealing from. This unlucky miner lost his legs during a tunnel collapse, but he has a knack for any piece of tech he can get his hands on—including repairs and construction vehicles. Some of his drillwork is old-school—for he is also equipped with enough sonic tools to crack a freighter in half with the right vibrations.

C) The Constructor. Lastly, this Chupian managed to steal some tight Gortian stuff and escape their clutches and detention centers. She harnesses a tool to fabricate and mold hardlight structures into just about anything. Shields. Platforms. Cages. She probably has the schematics for anything practical in the heat of the moment.

Choose One

Constructor! Great for patching holes after we use them.

C) lets get some green lantern power on the team

Gotta go with Frills, so B.

Constructor's neat

B Cute frilled Engineer! =D

Voting B.) The Engineer

I think the dimensioner would fit our party build better, but I just have to go with frills.

>>946050
Frills and prosthetic legs are the best, so B

lizard cuties go!

B!

>>946050
B) The Engineer

>>946050
B

B. Frills pays the bills.

C, Constructor!

>>946050
The Dimensioner. Provides the best versatility and complements the rest of the team so far (Brawler, Support, and this would give Mobility)

>>946050
The engineer

>>946050
Engineer but not as himself. He can wear the constructor’s gear. Cute frilly face & the best tech. Everyone gets what they want.

In a more serious assessment though I pick c for constructor.

B and C. Yes, both.

B

I'm gonna say B. I want to see what can we do with this fella.

>>946050
Engineer so we have pink, blue, and white backgrounded characters.

>>946050
C

C

>>946050
b)

A, cause somebody has got to at least vote once for the poor guy.

>>945941
We have murder and manipulation, let's go with B.) The Engineer.

Howabout C

C

>>946050
B)

Sarcopholacooda 2019/09/30(Mon)19:34 No. 946146 ID: 11f77a
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Boss: The Engineer seems like the best candidate for the upcoming mission.

Boss: And that concludes the team.

Boss: I suppose I’m confident about this. There could be a minor hiccup but… they’ll do.

Boss: Still, I feel that we may be a little unprepared—

Vikin: Uh, just a moment sir! It seems we have enough money left for a fourth! If… you deem it necessary.

Boss: Do we now? Hmm…

Boss: Screw it. One more couldn’t hurt. What they’re about to embark is very important—and it could be a journey they may not come back from.

Final Round Sarcopholacooda 2019/09/30(Mon)19:35 No. 946147 ID: 11f77a
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Boss: I guess we can choose one out of the six left.

>>945800
A) The Assassin
B) The Wastelander

>>945941
C) The Bouncer
D) The DemoNaut

>>946050
E) The Dimensioner
F) The Constructor

Everyone has two votes. You cannot vote the same mercenary twice this round.

F and B

Demonaut and Constructor it is, then.

>>946147
Assassin, Dimensioner.

B and F, they both seem like they'd be good.

A, F

C), F)

C.) The Bouncer
E.) The Dimensioner

B and F!

>>946147

Definitely F, the Constructor.

Because let's make some pink rectangles.

D, F

>>946147
A. The Assassin

F. The Constructor

>>946147
Double A’s

I don’t think anyone has said it yet but this level of quality in even the opening menu is so far beyond what we savage Anons deserve. Thank you kindly for this.

>>946147
A) and F)

A and E

E, F

A and C!

>>946147
A and F

C or F

>>946147
Bouncer or Constructor

A F

>>946147
E, A
we got lots of utility and nonstandard abilities but some fight/firepower is almost always useful

Firepower! A

D and F

Ayy

A/C

A and F, mostly for cuteness and coolness. (A is cuter and F is cooler but they both have both natch)

Actually, either A or E, warping's cool.

D/F.

And indeed, things look quite good thus far.

The Team Sarcopholacooda 2019/10/02(Wed)10:21 No. 946263 ID: 11f77a
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You have gone with The Constructor.

You are now playing as the mercenaries. Utilize your skills and work together for a mission success. Or otherwise fail and be thrown in a cell naked, cold, and humiliated.

Veisar the Engineer
+Echoblast: High damage against armor. Disorients enemies and gives them temporary disadvantage to attack.
+Salvage: Fix machines and operate devices. Extra points for clothing repair.
Echoblast: Watch out for allies.
Melee Weapon: Pickaxe

Sertis the Cleaner
+Watersaw: High damage against armor.
+Acid Splash: Cone of effect. Damage happens overtime.
Acid Splash: Watch out for allies.
Melee Weapon: Watersaw

Driga the Manipulator
+Stasis: On a successful hit a single enemy is slowed. All attacks on them have advantage. All of its attacks have disadvantage.
+Kinesis: Small objects can be lifted and moved. Small to medium-sized enemies can be force-pushed. Large objects can be moved in zero gravity. Distance and weight varies.
The bigger the target, the more energy consumed.
Melee Weapon: Power Fist

Njar the Constructor
+Hardlight: Construct simple items. Such examples include: cages, steps, door block, or table.
+Shield Sharing: Divide your hardlight armor to allies.
The more complicated the construction, the harder it is to maintain.
Melee Weapon: Brightsword

All members have a standard disintegration pistol.

Session Loading...
It was neck-and-neck for the Assassin vs. the Constructor. I didn't want to make a picture with one and realize the other had won by the time I updated. So this update is a placeholder while I draw the next picture.

Sarcopholacooda 2019/10/02(Wed)13:47 No. 946268 ID: 11f77a
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One by one each mercenary enters the office of this shady client. But that’s how it is with anyone offering a job. You’ve met Vikin during the interviews—the job sounds promising even when extremely vague. A heist, an exfiltration, they’re all the same.

She patiently stands by the door, silent with her clipboard. You could look at the scenery outside. A city being born. Vikin informs that you can have a drink by the minibar.

You may have heard of one another at some point, perhaps as strangers walking by on Station HURON. It’s one of the largest unofficial freight-colonies independent from the Gortian Empire.

None of you spoke yet. You could wait until the boss arrives, or break the ice…

Mercenaries that interact well will be able to bond throughout the mission, and plans may fall into your favor. You can designate which character makes the action—otherwise any suggestion without specifying a character will result in a mercenary most likely to act it out.

Sertis, ask if anyone else wants a drink while you're at the mini-bar.

Veisar: Compliment secretary's floof.
Njar and Driga: Have a nerd-off.

Attempt to break the ice, communication is important in any situation.

>>946269
That is a good way to open conversation.

>>946269
let's open with this.

Veisar: try not to stare at everyone’s butts (and fail)

>>946263
Veisar and Sertis: Talk tech with each other. Compare notes on how you both maintain your gear.

Driga and Njar: Talk to each other about the differences between your powers. See if either of you have a sort of common ground.

Njar isn’t a techie you guys unless i’ve horribly mistaken what her backstory says. She stole the tech which i’ll admit takes some skill but she didn’t made it & she most defanatly doesn’t know how it works.
>>946268
Sertis, show your team (& the chat players) that you’re TOTALLY not as nasty & evil as your career choice description & nightmare face makes you out to be, Start by cleaning that dusty stove & putting on a quick round of drinks for your friend for-No you cannot use the tea kettle for an acid pressure cooker!

Veisar, you seem to be the most anxious & out of their depth person, you’re got the fucking liquidator himself not five steps away in your half of the room & two digital witchcrafters who don’t look to be in the mood for anyone’s shit shit right now. Maybe you got yourself in to deep this time. That secretary bug seems to be of the same mind. Maybe it’s not to late to try negotiating with her to find yourself into a job that’s more your speed.

Driga, you seem stressed out over this, well maybe stressed about life in general, times must have been tough after your company went under, maybe you should try sitting down & having some tea to calm down & meet the tea...What the heck is that Chupian street rat doing with tech of that caliber? This warrants investigation.

Njar, The liquidator seems to think he’s above you what with him completely ignoring you & that Lizard guy went strait for the bug girl? Was it because you are so flat? What a sad state of things to be outdone by a skittering bug who doesn’t even have a rack in the first place & now that Eigo is giving you a creepy goat stare. Yeeesh she’s got a pretty big pair herself & shit is she a psychic? Maybe she’s trying to rub it in. Put your poker face on. As for reeling in the boys from their bugs & drink making well thats nothing a bit of well placed energy construct in the shape of a barbell can’t fix. Old times ones with the round ends to em.

We could start with this >>946269 and then this >>946284

>>946268
Everyone should remember to not flirt with each other. You are professionals and you are currently on a job right now. Keep it in your pants until after the job is done.

>>946268
Breaking the ice is for chumps! Everybody just stare at a corner until boss man gets here.

Veisar mistake Sertis lean figure with a female's and flirt with him.

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Sertis is the only nonchalant person in the room. He plunks a few cubes in his drink with an occasional glance until the last mercenary walks in. “Well, well, could this be everyone?” he speaks with a low and quite alluring mannerism, letting all eyes shift to him. “Why so anxious? Take a drink! Who wants a stiff one to start~?” He has the fine ichor of Pearlwater in a rocks glass.

Driga remains looking through her reflection. “I’ll pass.” she replies in monotone.

“Uh, no thank you. I’m sort of a teetotaler.” the Gard answers, seemingly chipper with a nasally hiss.

“Ooooh…” Sertis responds almost disappointedly. “So, Skinnylegs. Who are you dressed to be?”

Veisar hesitates when he scans Sertis’ getup, “An engineer. I’m pretty handy with a wrench. Do you know anything about the mission? This is probably a standard job to drill through a vault door. Are you some kind of bodyguard?”

Sertis sips his drink, “I’m the janitor.”

“I can’t tell if you’re joking.”

With a chuckle the Imortan takes another sip, “Heh-heh. In Huron especially, you can make a living cleaning someone else’s mess—as long as you’re fast. Most of the jobs are quite accidental to begin with! Itchy trigger fingers.”

“Well, accidents happen I suppose.”

“I’ll share a little secret with you. Everything can be tidied up with a XAZ-017 Watersaw and a special dissolution to cut through anything like Gorm oleomargarine.”

“W-wait— what’s the watersaw for?”

“Well hydrofluoric acid and lye takes too long. You need to work in chunks!”

Veisar turns pale.

Sarcopholacooda 2019/10/11(Fri)21:01 No. 946933 ID: 11f77a
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As the boys talk Driga approaches Njar as fuzzy images fail to lock in place in the Chupian's hands. Her arms link behind her back and heels click together. “You don’t know how to use that thing, do you?” she probes. There’s dissonance between a genuine question and an insult.

“Not exactly user-friendly.” the Chupian sharply answers with sparks of rose crackling around her fingers. “What business is it of yours how I handle my stuff?”

Driga raises a brow, “It would be best if the only known portable hardlight device in the galaxy can stop nothing short of a bullet. I’ve only heard of select few prototypes reaching close to 47%. Enough to stop an angrily thrown ping-pong ball.”

Njar kicks her feet up on the boss’ desk and eases in her makeshift chair. “Trust me. This stuff is miles beyond your normal tech. It’s certainly not a pair of magician’s bracelets. You think I can’t stop a shot from a pew-shooter? I can flicker a shield out of thin air before any of yous tap the trigger.”

“Your wager is intriguing.”

With an abrupt warning the assistant speaks up, “I would advise all of you not to use any firearms in the office!”

Sertis scoffs with an amused smile, “Oh please, Vikin. Allow them to demonstrate your money’s worth with a healthy sparring~ We won’t be using bullets afterall.”

Veisar is reluctant to speak at first, yet he attempts to mediate. “Now, now. Can't we just… introduce ourselves? Maybe? Or are we using codenames on this one?”

Stone-faced. The Manipulator is calm listening to the riff-raff. Njar darts her eyes over with a sneer. “I guess I ought to cut you some slack, Eigo. I get we all have to grab what we can when... changing jobs.”

Sertis: call dibs on Mr. Black.

Seems like Veisar hasn't had a need to deal with dead bodies before.

And Sertis, are you just looking for an excuse to get your hands on the frillboi?

Driga, keep up the cold-front. No need to get yourself involved yet.

>>946933
Accept the challenge.

>>946933
A little demostration wouldn't hurt anyone.
Sertis offer yourself to clean the lady's mess, maybe with a seductive tone.

>>946930
Sertis, to Veisar: "Now, I know I'm the most attractive janitor on the station, but you wanna talk about something more pleasant?"

A demonstration isn't necessary, but knowing some precise limits of her hardlight tech could be quite useful.


Will there be dick diversity in this quest, or only humanoid ones?

>>946994
This, flirt a little with the girls too.

Sertis, flirt with secretary. "So, I know you have my number, but I don't think I got yours."

Njar: Take on the challenge. Bullets are loud and messy, so maybe having someone test out their melee weapon against it would be better. Who's feeling tuff enough to try?

>>946933
In place of bullets, Driga can force-push small objects (pens, pencils, coins, etc.) at Njar to test if her reaction time is as fast as she claims.

>>947480
Seconding this. Might as well ensure the people you're going to rely on are up to snuff, right?

Sarcopholacooda 2019/11/01(Fri)19:08 No. 948545 ID: 11f77a
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“I’ll accept a demonstration, Chupian,” Driga speaks impassively. “We ought to see if your skill is up to snuff. All of us would need to, in fact.” Her hand motions to flick her coat, revealing a firearm on her hip. She fastens her kinetic tools and wrist guards--then clicks the pistol’s hammer. The answer was almost unexpected to the Constructor, yet she scoffs in response.

“Big woop. You didn’t choose this team. But if it’ll make you keep your comments to yourself during the whole gig—tch—fine by me.” The chair de-scans away as Njar stands. “You wanna square off? We’ll square off then.”

Sarcopholacooda 2019/11/01(Fri)19:10 No. 948546 ID: 11f77a
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Driga and Njar stand off across the room. A visor pixelates from thin air and floats comfortably along the Constructor’s snout. She glares with confidence, cocksure of her quickdrawing skills while fingers crack. The Eigo returns a cold stare. Calculating. She knows she must initiate the game. Shooting the chest or crotch could be too predictable—yet aiming at the limbs would be trickier.

Sertis prowls close to Vikin. She looks uncomfortable as far as an Arthocob’s body language would express. “So you seem to have our numbers,” he speaks, “I hope we could still keep in touch—you know—during the mission in case things go awry~”

Frantically the Arthocob taps her digits on the intercom, “Uh,s- sir? I’d hate to bother you but your, uh, ‘guests’ are starting to get restless! Please come to the office as soon as you can!”

Where should Driga fire her weapon? She could initiate a fair quickdraw—or play dirty and use her kinetics as an advantage. And how?

“Well, Eigo~?”

Aim for a leg, fair and square. Playing dirty won't get you accurate results.

Push her goggles up her face. Aim for the thigh.

Shoot for the outer side of her thigh.

Aim for the chest. Don't pull any tricks, this was a test of her speed vs yours, not your tech vs hers.

>>948546
Aim for her belt. that way if you hit, you'll embarrass her in front of the crew.

>>948546
Driga: Attempt a trickery act by moving the goggles before taking a shot at the arms.

Njar: Whether driga wins the quickdraw or een if she hits you or not the sudden blindness you recieve from the goggle trick will make you erratically shoot off center 7 expose into Veisar's groin. (If you really think about it him getting his pants shop off there was really his own fault for being out in the open like that.)

>>948550
This

>>948551
This

we got Veisar to do a frill display
mission accomplished, lads

>>948551
I like this option.

I give a plus 1 to embarrassing poor Veisar by blowing his pants off. All the better if her falls down all super exposed to Vikin far all the bashfulness the world could ask for.

Aim for her chest and play fair.

You can assume that whatever you're thinking, Njar would be anticipating.

I'd assume that Hardlight takes a bit longer to use than Kinesis, so Njar would have to start using it a bit earlier than you to be able to stop you. Njar knows this so I think she would go for an attack to disrupt yours, rather than defense. Also, not a head-on attack since that would be disrupted by your own attack - I think Njar would be using an indirect attack...

Driga should fire her weapon at the mirror. And then send a second shot at Njar.

Sarcopholacooda 2019/12/04(Wed)11:18 No. 950891 ID: 11f77a
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The room falls silent. You can hear your own blood pounding in the ears. Veisar halts with bated breath as Driga takes her time scanning each target on The Constructor. The best choice would be right between the legs. It would take longer to raise the arm to fire above the waist. These punks need to curb their overconfident, cushy persona—and Driga refuses to stoop and play dirty.

Best to aim fair and square. As soon as the Chupian makes an erred twitch--

--Driga fires--

Maybe the Constructor’s looks were deceiving. Her technical prowess hides behind her game-face. A whip of her arm and digits swipe; she constructs a shield over her groin. It slants to cast the disintegration laser at a right angle, sending a volley of particles into the Gard’s own lap and his prosthetics shake from sudden surprise. A sizzle burns to his undergarments before extinguishing.

Sarcopholacooda 2019/12/04(Wed)11:20 No. 950892 ID: 11f77a
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“Ah!!--Ladies, PLEASE!!”

Veisar has gone from pale to crimson in a matter of seconds, too stunned to cover himself fast enough. “Oooh jeez, out of all the days to wear boxer-briefs…”

“Hahaa~! Looks like I showed you, huh goat-girl?”

Sarcopholacooda 2019/12/04(Wed)11:20 No. 950893 ID: 11f77a
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A tall Chupian walks in. His presence silences the mercenaries. Anyone could read the word on his mind as his eyes flicker from one hired gun to another, ending on the trembling lizard, ‘Mercs…’

“I’m very sorry to call you in so urgently, sir!” says the secretary.

“So this is the crew I’ve hired,” He breaks the stillness with an indifferent façade. Followed by an uttered sigh, “Nevertheless it’s good you could arrive. I apologize about skipping pleasantries; our time is short quick and I have places to be.”

“Your attendance confirms that you’re working for me now. When I begin the mission statement, we’ll be the only six people in this city who knows. So I advise you to pay close attention…”

“You may refer to me as Z’anon. You’ve all met my assistant, Vikin. The only way of contacting me outside this building is through her. She’ll have an answer for most anything.”

Sertis stretches his lips to a grin as he eases against the bar counter.

“Grab a chair.”

Sarcopholacooda 2019/12/04(Wed)11:21 No. 950894 ID: 11f77a
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The group selects their seats. Their client activates a projector and the lights gradually dim. A slideshow of grainy pictures flash above. A gas giant blots the entire frame.

“This. Is the gas giant Parada Gaea. Circling is a Jupiter Harvester nicknamed the J.H. CZARI. For those unfamiliar, these cruisers are made for their namesake: harvesting gas giants for very potent elements and building blocks. You thought oil rigs were dangerous? Try keeping a fair distance from a Jupiter’s pull while probing for a hotspot with a thin mechanical straw.”

Sarcopholacooda 2019/12/04(Wed)11:22 No. 950895 ID: 11f77a
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With the flick of the slide there’s a closer image of the Czari. Like a typical cryptozoo photo it’s blurred and hard to figure out its shape. The mercenaries may have basic civilian-level knowledge on how these giant vessels work.

“Czari is not an… ‘official’ Harvester but an illegal operation overseen by rebellious Tripods. It’s highly likely that no one knows about their dig site but us.

“Parada Gaea is a little off-the-grid, so it’s an effective spot to hide from the ‘space police’. The Gortians do not have a good history with them. Well, nobody has in the past few centuries when they once held the galaxy hostage.

“I guess you can thank the Gortians for putting an end to that.

“Word has reached my desk that they’ve struck gold. And they have an abundance of some concentrated exotic matter. They dub it: ‘Project Amorphous’. Their scientists have no clue what makes it tic—but it has potential to be an unlimited source of power. Something no one can ever get enough of these days. As such when it’s not undergoing experiments it’s locked in quarantine.

“I was supposed to receive more information through the network but…”

Sarcopholacooda 2019/12/04(Wed)11:23 No. 950896 ID: 11f77a
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Z’anon makes an irritated sigh, “Two hours after our mole sent this info, he was never heard from again. If anything, he may as well been flung straight into the planet’s core. Tripods are not merciful. Rogue Tripods are even worse.”

“I have an interest in what they’re stashing away in there. I’ve prepared the fastest shuttle I can purchase to launch tomorrow 5AM sharp. The trip could be several days before reaching Parada’s solar system.”

“Are there any questions so far?”

Yes, do we have to recover the entire thing, or will a sample be enough? If it's alive, do we keep it that way? If it's sapient, should it become a rescue mission?
What kind of opposition should we expect? How well armed are the tripods?
Do we have any expectations for how we deal with the tripods? Lethal, nonlethal, loud, stealthy?

Besides our own gear, any fancy toys being supplied? Speaking of toys, what sort of entertainment will be provided on the shuttle?

Are us four the only ones going there? Will we need to use any specialized equipment there? Do we bring our own tools, or do we get any extra pocket money to spend to arm ourselves? Czari floor plans?

>>950896
Might wanna ask for some new pants before ya go.

What's our window for this op? You want us to take whatever we can walk away with?

What kind of resistance can we expect to face? Just a few would be pirates with side arms or a bunch of highly trained with military grade gear?

Also would you prefer we handle this? Would you like it if we slipped in and out without anyone know we were there, the exact opposite and send the ship crashing down into the gas giant in flames as we escape with the objective, or don’t really care what we do as long as we get the job done?

>>950898
This covered my doubts.

>>950896
Veisar: Can I get some new pants boss?
Sertis: Any kind of entertainement for the trip? Or should we use our imagination?
>>950900
He say we are likely the only ones who know about this.

>>950922
It's entirely possible to send people there without telling them what the mission is about.

"Yes. Why not simply nuke the base from orbit and build your own harvester in its place? I understand it would be extremely expensive compared to hiring us, but the risk of compromise is drastically reduced (especially since the base isn't registered in any database, even the criminal ones) and the probability of eventually mining your own, otherwise unseen exotic matter from the star is a near-certainty. You're gambling your concealment from the underworld when you could simply play the long game and almost certainly win then."

>>950896
Can we just murder the entire crew and bring the ship back?

>>950922
>>950933
>we’ll be the only six people in this city who knows
>this city

>>950896
Any more details on your contact? If they're still alive, the information you were expecting could be very useful.

>>950896

If nobody knows about it, how exactly are we meant to sneak aboard this thing (or into the compound in general) ...?

What exactly are the objectives for this mission, from minimum success to most preferred? Steal some of the exotic matter? All of it? Steal the research data on the exotic matter as well? Destroy the ship after making off with the goods? Capture the ship and "liquidate" the crew so Z'anon can drop his own team in to take over Project Amorphous?

How much does he care about how much evidence we leave behind that the place was hit? He want nobody left alive to tell the tale and all records destroyed? Send the ship crashing into Parada Gaea and make it look like a failed extraction run? Or can we be as loud as we want and leave a huge mess as long as it isn't connected back to him?

There any special handling or hazard info on this concentrated exotic matter he knows that we ought to know? Any known radiation, electrical, gravitational, or chemical hazards? Is it exceptionally dense, meaning we'll need a anti-G hauling rig? How about impact sensitivity? We gonna have to handle it as gentle as nitroglycerin?

How about risks and dangers on the J.H. Czari, from either the crew, the ship and it's systems and materials on the ship? He got the crew composition and count? How well armed are they and how many actually know how to handle themselves in a fight? There any automated internal defense systems? How much internal surveillance is there and how well monitored is it? What about external sensors and weapons systems? And any particularly hazardous materials on the ship we should watch out for? Figure there's some real exciting industrial chemicals used for gas giant mining that would not take kindly to a stray shot. How much are we gonna have to check our fire on board beyond just being on a spaceship?

Now, how are we even going to get on this ship? Z'anon said it's a illicit operation, and it's in a out of the way system, so that means the only ships they're expecting are those they already know. Anyone else dropping into the system is gonna raise alarms. So, unless Z'anon has got a cloaked ship with a quiet hull-cutter boarding system up his sleeve, we're probably gonna be hiding in a ship that's already expected.

Who's the mole on the ship? It's possible the Tripods either took him captive to wring his employer out of him, or they know someone transmitted the info but they don't know it was him and he's laying low or hiding. Either way, he could provide more info on the situation if we make contact. We're gonna need a way to ID ourselves as having the same employer, though.

And what are the odds that the ship's crew know that info about what they've got aboard has been transmitted and they figure somebody is gonna be coming for 'em sooner rather than later so they took action? Can they call in additional defenses? More guards for the ship? Put in other security measures? Or sold the whole lot on to another party and took off or threw in with a stronger group for protection?

What are the chances that another organization has got its eyes on this group of rebellious Tripods and knows about Project Amorphous its value? The Gortians? Figure they'd be keeping extra eyes out for Tripod trouble. Anyone else in the region that might know and have the means to make a move on the ship after we're aboard to stop us? Does anyone, government or otherwise, have a territorial claim on Parada Gaea and may step in?

Sarcopholacooda 2019/12/31(Tue)20:36 No. 952487 ID: 11f77a
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Driga is first to ask, “This ‘Amorphous’… Is it something we’ll only need a sample of? It’s not alive, is it?”

“Nothing alive can come from a Jupiter with six-hundred million times more pressure than the rock we stand on," replies the client, "Take the whole thing or a sample of this potent element. My contact was never able to visit the labs without authorization. I’m sure you’ll figure out a way to contain it.”

Veisar stirs in his chair, “Any more details on this contact of yours? Should we make this a rescue mission--”

“Not of your concern. I’m paying you to retrieve Amorphous. What information I give is all you need to know.”

The Constructor hunches forward in her seat, “Well how would you like this done, bossguy? Stealthily? No witnesses?”

“Ride it straight into the planet?” adds the Cleaner.

“How you go about the heist is entirely up to you; as long as there’s nothing to trace back, and for the best, nothing back to me. No one will mourn a Tripod fleet if matters fall into your hands.”

Sarcopholacooda 2019/12/31(Tue)20:37 No. 952488 ID: 11f77a
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“A little history lesson for those under a rock: The Tripods used to be the largest military power in the galaxy, now reduced to a sad heap of refugees and resistance fighters. Their weapons of war have been confiscated and melted. They scrounge and use outdated technology that was hidden from the Gortians; cheap equipment compared to today’s standards.

“It’s not surprising to see other aliens on board. Maybe hostages. Maybe freedom fighters. Bandits. Pirates. But Tripods alone are cunning and strict.

“For a cruiser like this? It’s not built for fighting. CZARI was hijacked with a few of their motifs stapled on. To remain hidden they use Parada Gaea’s presence to block signals. But you’ll use the Jupiter’s advantage to approach undetected. You’ll receive floor plans on the shuttle tomorrow. Take the journey planning your approach.”

Sertis shrugs in his chair, “Any fancy toys~? Eh—specialized equipment, of course.”

“I expect all of you to bring your own devices.”

Njar huffs, “Yeah? And how much are we expecting to get paid for all this?”

“Once I have Amorphous in my possession, you’ll each be rewarded…”

Sarcopholacooda 2019/12/31(Tue)20:38 No. 952489 ID: 11f77a
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“…50,000 Credits. Non-negotiable.”

Veisar chokes. Sertis sits up straight. Driga’s eyes lighten up. Njar’s ears twitch. A mercenary can be set for a long time with that much credit.

The Cleaner makes a faint whistle, the first to regain his composure after the number drop. “That’s a looot of Grey to buy.”

“It seems there are no objections. Good. Moves things along quickly fast.

Veisar pips up, “S-So--What sort of entertainment will be on the shuttle?”

“None.”

“O-oh…”

“Any last comments before I dismiss you all? I must be running soon and I’ll need you four out of the building.”

Author’s Note: Veisar will have a change of pants back in his apartment and everyone will have their full costumes at the beginning of the mission. With video game logic imagine all characters to have their main weapons/tools on them even if I don’t draw it visibly on their person. Saves time.

That's a level of cash you don't hesitate about. Time time to lose, and get going!

Just to confirm and avoid temptation of backstabbing-- if some of us don't make it back, it's still 50k per person, right?

50k? The things we do to be able to afford underwear...

Nope let's go. Also, Sertis should get excited about the money and spank someone for it.

>>952489
Money talks, and right now I'm hearing 'get your ass in gear'.

That is a shit ton of dosh... Makes you think that this is no easy job. Better play it right.

Let's do this thing then!

>>952497
non-negotiable means we probably shouldn't try and ask for more money in a way that implies we're going to betray the rest of the group and risk the entire mission for a slightly larger cut.

>>952489
Well, everyone get ready, there will be enough time to know each other on the trip.

Sounds like it's time to gear up and get out.

Sarcopholacooda 2020/01/24(Fri)16:30 No. 954356 ID: 11f77a
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The meeting has concluded. All mercenaries leave without another word. The night continues with our party fine-tuning their tools, thinking what they could accomplish with those credits. The shuttle leaves early. But getting to the spaceport is a chore.

Such obelisks could never touch the surface of a planet—what with being the size of a small city. Other cities are lucky to have space elevators. Yet that’s not the case here.

Coordinates were preset. Everyone enters a snug vessel before launch. Buckled in, the shuttle rubber-bands forward, breaching into a sheet of space like a bullet cleaving paper.

Sarcopholacooda 2020/01/24(Fri)16:32 No. 954357 ID: 11f77a
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The mercenaries don’t offer much chit-chat for several days. The shuttle itself is one giant room (with two in the back for privacy’s sake). Driga spends most of her time studying, as a bounty hunter would, with the luxury of planning accordingly.

Veisar occupies the pilot seat once the shuttle closes in on Parada’s vicinity.

“Entering the ‘forbidden zone’,” the Gard quips, “We’re no longer in the sights of the Gortian’s Looking Glass. I’m decreasing beta movement now.

“Parada Gaea is within range. I’ve activated a jammer for good measure. It’s hard to find exactly where the CZARI orbits unless we get closer. The Jupiter funks up the other signals, as expected.

"But I believe we're on the right course. I'll let you know when CZARI is within sight."

Sarcopholacooda 2020/01/24(Fri)16:38 No. 954358 ID: 11f77a
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Driga flicks her eyes at the panel, “Then listen up everyone, I’ve been studying the CZARI’s floor plans and here’s what I’ve found…

“There are two entrances to sneak onto the ship. Thanks to our shuttle’s size and radio camouflage we can reach the Hangar Bay and hide in an alcove for docking. From there we could go through the Cargo Hold. We shouldn't waltz out into the open--but the mass of cargo they store could be a bit of a maze to traverse in.

“Or—our other option is to sneak through the Waste Disposal Unit and cut through Maintenance. It's linear, but cramped. And we may run into some workers.

“Either way, we’ll still be on the path to reach the Greenhouse where anything through that tube is stored. But we need to learn the true location of Amorphous. It seems like these Cruisers are a collage of puzzle pieces. Between operations a Harvester’s sections can be switched around, or removed and added. If there is an R&D we’ll need to know where.”

Where should our mercenaries land?
[b]1)Hangar Bay
2)Waste Disposal Unit

2)
Because tight spaces are fun.

1) The cargo can provide cover if the team is spotted early

Waste Disposal. Follow the chutes dumping the weirdest trash to find R&D.

>>954358
1)
I don't like the idea of some worker seeing us and alert some gunman, even worst in a confined space.

>>954358
I don't like the idea of risking contact early, but >>954362 brings up an interesting strategy...that said, there's other ways of getting intel.

Hangar Bay it is.

2

I like the idea of the Hangar Bay, i think it will help us get to your destination faster.

The hangar bay will afford us more concealment and cover, I think - waste disposal's linearity means if we do run into someone we're less likely to be able to salvage the situation. It also makes our movements more predictable to any security teams.

2) Spaces not meant for people should be the stealthiest

Option 1, the cargo. Plenty of opportunities for cover.

2. Head to the waste disposal. Entering through the hanger is pretty much entering through the front door unannounced. Besides, how much trouble can a few maintenance workers be if we get into a tangle?

Sarcopholacooda 2020/03/23(Mon)09:24 No. 959520 ID: 11f77a
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“So it’s settled then. The best route is to sneak through the Hangar Bay. Plenty of opportunities for cover and less chance to run into any Tripods.” Driga dismisses the projector and turns her head towards the pilot. “Veisar, what’s our position to the CZARI?”

“Located! Already synchronizing orbit!” states the Gard as the azure field fades into a splitting portrait of black ichor and Parada Gaea’s red sea.

The CZARI.

The shuttle drifts to find an angle to the docking atrium. The monument itself looks like a ghost station—a mechanical marvel in stasis. Jupiter Harvesters would have barges soaring left and right while it leeched off a planet’s resources.

Not one ship to be seen now.

Its carapace has been patched with salvaged material. It’s an enigma how Tripods were able to hijack this immense space station and evade the Empire’s watchful eye. The straw of the Harvester is deployed and continues infinitely into the giant like an astral tether.

Veisar announces, “Rerouting. We’re invisible but only for a brief time.”

Sarcopholacooda 2020/03/23(Mon)09:25 No. 959521 ID: 11f77a
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“Fasten yourselves! There are several boxcars I can use as cover!”

The shuttle swiftly coasts inside. You could only hold your breath and pray you weren’t seen before reaching the transport containers. Gravity detected—the inside of the shuttle matches the orientation of CZARI’s false pull.

It’s a massive garage—yet unusually barren of crew at the moment. Ships of peculiar design scatter across the metallic lot. Tripodic, assumingly. Old models. All of them as orderly as a strike team readies for deployment for a war long gone. But scavenger ships of the modern age weren’t excluded either. Sparse glimpses of workers maintain and refuel their crafts. There are railings on the ceiling for moving boxcars. But the freights remain still and seemingly out of operation.

Together Veisar and Driga steer in a convenient alcove, enough to hide amongst the ship containers. The mercenaries land, the shuttle powers down, and the jammer is lifted appropriately.

“Well…” begins Sertis, rolling his shoulders so his backpack wouldn’t sag.

“Let’s get this over with.” Njar jadedly adds.

Sarcopholacooda 2020/03/23(Mon)09:27 No. 959522 ID: 11f77a
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The mercenaries observe their immediate surroundings. This section looks to be largely ignored; a lot of stuff has been pushed in this corner--including cargo. You’re still technically in the Hangar Bay.

You hear the atmosphere and echoes of workers talking, repairing.

The heist begins.
Abilities: [>>946263]

Njar, perhaps get up on those boxes and keep an eye on the workers movements while the rest of the team starts scouting for a way in.

Deeper into the cargo labyrinth! Who knows what else might be forgotten back there.

Are there any tools or suits around which we could perhaps use to disguise ourselves as the station workers?

Let's sneak to the Cargo Hold.

Split up but stay within sight of each other so it'll be easier to bluff/ambush if needed.

I'd say stick to the plan and try to sneak over to the cargo hold to reach the greenhouse.

>>959565
this

to the cargo hold!

Veisar, are there any machines that you could operate around here? Would using the crane allow us to move around?

>>959850
Good idea. Support.

Take a quick look around and see if there's anything useful to pick up. Otherwise proceed to the cargo hold.

>>959850
Check for any workers. Look for any guard patrols before we commit to anything.

Sarcopholacooda 2020/04/24(Fri)10:43 No. 963421 ID: 11f77a
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Veisar immediately checks out any tools scattered in this corner. There is basic equipment like a wrench or some bolts. He identifies a fuel pump and a (XL) battery with a very low charge; their tubes and wires can reach your parked shuttle. The battery has been collecting dust.

There is an inactive tram leading into the labyrinth—a boxcar hovers over their heads. Reachable if you climbed on the tallest pile of crates. “I wonder why they’re not moving. But I guess if they aren’t shipping out cargo there’s no need. There ought to be a control booth somewhere…”

The Constructor climbs up the ladder and takes vantage point.

“We got stragglers.”

Sarcopholacooda 2020/04/24(Fri)10:45 No. 963422 ID: 11f77a
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You finally gaze upon some wretched little beings. They are, on average, four-and-a-half feet tall—give or take some inches. A strange combination of limbs, too; their lengthy arms reach the ground with their titular modified tail providing a third leg. Their feet are as prehensile as hands and attached to legs much shorter and thinner below their torso.

One time or another, our mercenaries have caught a glimpse of a rare creature crawling around HURON. Still, observing them channels an uncanny ambiance like encountering an unknown beast in the wild. Is it friendly? Are they predatory? Do they like being pet?

No one in your party understands their language. Two workers are squabbling—nothing heated it seems. The one in the forklift gestures at the railing above as the other opens a floor panel with a toolbox and a welding-type nozzle.

Behind them the giant door to the Cargo Hold is halfway closed. With some effort you could try and climb up and over together.

They don’t seem to have firearms.

Abilities: [>>946263]

>>963422
They don't have any firearms but we don't want them to alert any guard. Maybe Driga can move something and make noise to distract them.

So, current options I’m seeing is climbing the tallest tower of crates, potentially exposing ourselves to get onto a boxcar that we need to find the controls for to move it.

Or distract the workers with something, walk out in the open and lift two people up onto the door and then have those on top pull the ones below up and over the door.

No eyes on any sort of freight control? Any obvious distractions such as an unsteady pile of crates?

Forgot we have a few ways of getting over that door with the mercs we brought. We can just build a ladder. Still, need a distraction.

I don't know if Veisar or Sertis have the means to take them out quietly, might be best to have Driga and Njar to rush in and take them out. Should be plenty of places to hide the bodies, at least long enough not to blow our initial cover.

For the hangar door, perhaps have Njar construct some stairs up.

>>963431
I like the idea of taking them out. If we can distract them before hand, the better. And don't kill them, obviously.

Follow the floor's circuit diagram to see if you can send a shock down the wire he's working on.

>>963429
Good idea. Let's get Njar to make a ladder. Have Veisar been on the lookout for some freight controls.

Sarcopholacooda 2020/05/22(Fri)14:35 No. 967534 ID: 11f77a
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>construct stairs/ladder
“It’s only two of ‘em,” says Njar, huddled and back on the ground, “If goat-girl can hold them up by the scruff with her gloves, the janitor can take ‘em out. I can construct a ladder and we’ll be up and over the door no problem.”

“Not quite—” corrects the Manipulator, “I can push them around with great force but I can’t suspend them in air. They’d be too heavy unless we’re in zero-G.”

“Then you can freeze them in stasis—”

“I’ll need to get in pretty close for that. Can’t risk chasing the forklift away—”

“Don’t you do anything convenient?”

“Being a bounty hunter is a patient job, Njar. I’ve captured all kinds of game and you should only strike when necessary. Besides, couldn’t you make a large cage and trap them both?”

“Nooo. It wouldn’t hold the forklift still for long anyway.”

“I see…”

>freight controls
Veisar scans up and around, but it’s a short hunt until he spots the control hub. “Up there,” he hisses, “by the cargo doors. It’s a vantage point. It’s probably the booth to operate the freight cars in this section.”

“Can you see anyone in there?” Driga asks.

“Not sure from down here. It doesn’t look like there’s any movement. There’s a narrow and spiral staircase in the far corner. Some of us can maneuver around some crates and reach the bottom set no problem.”

Abilities: [>>946263]

Send Veisar up to the booth. If you can lower the door to the point it's no longer an obstacle, there's less chance of being spotted by the workers.

might as well send someone up there. Best case, we find something to clear the hanger bay. Even if not, having someone with a birds eye view to tell the rest of the crew where to go to not be seen would be helpful... you guys do have radios to stay in contact with each other if you get split up right?

I feel Veisar is the best bet for operating the controls. He might've operated something similar in the past. Driga can follow in case there's trouble. Njar and Sertis should wait here and prepare to strike at the opportune moment

>>967562
Yeah, Veisar should go with Driga, Njar can make the stairs so both of them can reach the booth.

Eh, even if Veisar could operate the controls and and make the rest of the team move around with them, he'd be left behind, so it's not a great plan.

We should just assault those two workers and force them to open up a passage to us. They're unarmed anyway.

Sarcopholacooda 2020/06/11(Thu)20:44 No. 969557 ID: 11f77a
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The Engineer has made his decision, “I’ll go on ahead—see what’s up. These intercoms work, right? I can at least relay what I find.”

“Not without someone watching your back. I’ll be coming with you.” Driga approaches him, “We can’t risk so early in the game. The rest of you stay put; let us know anything that happens.” Veisar nods affirmatively and they both prowl amongst the crates.
---
Slowly, and after a grueling set of stairs later, the Manipulator and Engineer inch inside the booth. It’s a long corridor with desks made of solid plastic and particleboard. Most of the technology is at the end of the hall with your basic monitors, switches, and pulleys to operate the freight, megaphones and intercoms to call all workers or make announcements.

Sarcopholacooda 2020/06/11(Thu)20:45 No. 969558 ID: 11f77a
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Somebody is at the controls; at the far end you see the backrest of an office chair. Just as you observe more of the environment the chair gradually swivels around. Your instinct is to try and hug against the wall in this cramped space. But once the tripod is in profile it’s clear he’s resting on the job. Not quite snoozing, but leaning against his hand with an open magazine in his lap. One of the monitors blares a static screen—others show the vicinity of this section of the hangar. But a majority are off or blank.

Buzzing on your collars is the Constructor on the personal intercom. “Hey guys, the forklift is leaving. It’s just the one guy now. What’s going on up there?”
Abilities: [>>946263]

Time to practice neck snapping. Even if there's a scuffle, we should be able to take him out without anyone noticing. If the operator gets to the comms though, tell Sertis to take out the lone worker and get Njar to get the two over the gate.

Not sure what Driga or Veisar could do if things go south

Make a silent takedown with the GEP gun.

>>969559
w-wait, is it possible to knock the guy unconscious without him seeing your faces??

>>969558
Do not kill him, knock him down. Take a look to the screens to see what the cameras are screening.

Just turn around. No point in taking him out since he's not in the way and not paying attention to the cams.
Just go back down, neutralize the one guy who IS in the way (and put his body somewhere out of sight) then start infiltrating proper.

Driga, knock him down with your pistol, Veiasar adrmire Driga's assets while she does so.

Driga use Kinesis to pull the guy to Veisar, away from the funny red button, while Veisar use the pistol on him. Then bring him with you at a gunpoint down.

You should also inform Sertis and Njar to take out the forklift, or the guy driving it. Or both.

The plan is to use these guys to lead you around. Or tie them up and knock them out.

>>969592
I support this, look at Driga.

>>969558
Might I humbly suggest we use a piece of string or wire to garrote them? Its a classic and it is almost impossible to get out of.

Sarcopholacooda 2020/06/22(Mon)16:42 No. 970411 ID: 11f77a
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The Manipulator eyes the Engineer. She presses a finger to her lips before signaling her intention to knock the lone tripod. The butt of her disintegration pistol mockingly hits the air by the palm of her hand. “We have it under control.” she relays under her breath into the intercom.

Our mercenaries creep closer to their target as he teeters back and forth unawares.
The Manipulator is positioned close with a raised fist. With a pistol whip she bunts right against the back of his head.

“Brawwk!” comes a guttural surprise from the worker. He cringes and instinctively claps his hand against the brunt of his head. He’s still conscious, but stunned. Driga figures that usually works with other species—only a moment’s hesitance that he’s discombobulated.

Veisar notices her chestly assets but feels nothing—for his species have no such assets. Thus, his culture isn’t based around them and there’s no obsession. To him it’s more like a sense of wonder how mammals can carry th—ANYWAY

• Driga has spent her action in attempt to knock down the worker.
• The worker is caught in a surprise attack. He’s unable to react for the rest of the round.
• Veisar is the only remaining one to act this round…
What does he do?

All characters can:
Move, or make a simple interaction.
-and-
Make a melee attack (with their most available weapon; specific location optional)
Make an aimed attack (target a specific location)
--Any attack can be declared lethal. By default, it’s non-lethal.

STATUS
Driga: Done
Veisar: Ready!
Turns will often alternate between enemies and allies.
Abilities: [>>946263]

Yank him away from the consoles before he sounds the alarm!

>>970411
choke hold. Cant have them make any more noise.

>>970411
Grab him and pull him away from the console while choking him.

Blast him with the pistol!

No point in half measures, shoot the bastard!

>>970411
Chock him.

Veisar shoot at the chair.

Double down on the surprise, knock over the chair to pin him down Veisar!

Sarcopholacooda 2020/07/19(Sun)16:59 No. 972782 ID: 11f77a
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The engineer wasn’t savvy using a gun on impulse. He’d end up shooting the chair or worse, the manipulator. He lunges and wraps his arms around, putting the tripod in a chokehold and pulling him away from the console before the big red button can be pressed. The chair swivels and topples over.

“Brak, gleck igliak!” the minion yells with a flailing tail.

•The Tripod is grappled.
•The surprise round has ended.

STATUS: NEW ROUND
Driga: Ready!
Veisar: Ready!
Select a single character to act!
Abilities: [>>946263]

Driga: Knock the wind out of his sails with the power fist.

>>972783
This, make sure he stays cold for a while.

>>972782
Jesus fucking christ this is getting messy. Just snap their neck at this point. Knocking them out is only good if they don't know who their assailants were.

>>972783
Don't do this. It probably won't work like you want and instead will cause severe internal injuries. A mook coughing up blood and guts while they slowly and painfully die will just be even messier to deal with.

From here on in, lets aim to kill un-alerted enemies as quickly and cleanly as we can. Garrote would be the cleanest option, although a knife would also work assuming we can keep them impaled until we hide the body so they don't bleed everywhere. Knocking them out is great, but we don't seem to be very good at that.

Oh noes, an exposed nipple!

Driga yank off his clothes and search them for anything of importance.

Veisar: Snap their neck.

Sarcopholacooda 2020/08/23(Sun)18:42 No. 974943 ID: 11f77a
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Veisar is caught up on what to do as the small worker flails and whips its sole leg around. Blast. Just a matter of time until everything’s compromised! Time seems to slow as the Manipulator fastens her power-fist to go for a punch. The captive borks with the Gard’s arm fastened to his throat, “Ack-glack, in grok!”

In an instant the Gard clasps one hand on the grey-thing’s jaw and sharply rotates his head. Like twigs muffled under a pillow there’s a suppressed cracking of bones followed by a choke caught in its throat.

“BLORK!”

Sarcopholacooda 2020/08/23(Sun)18:44 No. 974944 ID: 11f77a
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“You… the Hell?” wonders the Manipulator as the tripod gurgles its last breath and slumps in the Engineer’s arms. He realizes what’s been done—and can’t take it back. He drops his victim with eyes wider than paper plates and pupils shrunk to a pinhead.

“I—It didn’t work like we wanted…” winces the Engineer trying to scrounge up an excuse for his actions. But he knows that’s all his words are: excuses, excuses. His conscience is stinted by the act of choosing to take an unarmed worker’s life. The tripod flops to the ground.

A daunting pause.

The Manipulator sighs to help break the silence, “Well… I suppose it’s for the best. It’s a nasty business we’re in after all...”

“Er--Come on, Veisar. Let’s take a look and get through with this.”
Abilities: [>>946263]

RIP Veisar's innocence...

Well, don't have to worry about an eye in the sky blowing your cover now. Maybe see if there's any controls to open the door fully?

we'll need to Hide the body

Is there any place we can hide it behind?

>>974944
That's unfortunate. For both the worker and Veisar's. What's done is done though. When we get a breather we'll speak about this later.

Veisar go see the controls for a way to get a container over. If possible see if it can be automated so you don't have to be in the booth doing this manually. Driga, watch him and watch his back.

>>974944
It's okay veisar, tis but a freak accident. you didn't mean to kill them, after all!

>>974944
Damn, hide the body and feel bad for what you just did.

Well, that went tits up fast. Get him out of the way and lower the gate.

good job on the extra XP.

>>974949
Oh wow, i wasn't expecting a casuantly this early... But yeah, let's do this.

>>974944
Veisar should have known what he was getting into. I mean really, killing unarmed enemies is kind of essential in covert ops. Anyway, we should probably try to quietly kill any other opposition if we can't sneak past them. Knocking them out won't work reliably.

Hide the body and move on.

>>975061
Considering this is a quest where ray guns will disentigrate every inch of clothing before you get so much as a suntan, I think you are greatly underestimating the value of a good knockout punch.

>>975063
I would normally agree, however we already tried that when we whacked the dude over the head with a pistol.

>>975063
Power fist wont work either since if you punch them with a power fist, you will just end up with blood and brain matter splattered everywhere.

>>975099
But there's was no clothing to damage on the head. Also, a bonk and a grapple did result in clothing damage >>972782

Thought of this last night, but: >>969558
Njar, use a energy panel to shove and trap the lone guy in the maintenance access.

>His conscience is stinted
Is it now? Maybe Veisar's a mercenary because of his famous neck-twisting skills...

Veisar use Salvage on these controls.

Sarcopholacooda 2020/09/14(Mon)10:29 No. 976342 ID: 11f77a
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The Manipulator thinks of something quick to keep the Engineer focused, “Erm… I’ll take care of this. You may know more about working the controls than I do anyway.” She grabs the tripod’s tail and drags him off to stuff him underneath some desks. After pushing him in tightly (and covering the space with some chairs) she finds a note on the desk.

The Manipulator holds it up to read, “Hey. I found something. It looks like a notice for the employees.”
--
ANNOUNCEMENT
Listen up, ingrates! The Higher-Ups are issuing a lockdown until we’re in the clear. All radio signals must be silent unless for use in emergencies. I don’t care what rumors you’ve heard in the past week, I don’t know what the hubbub is about—but we have our orders. Don’t question. Just carry them out. This may pass in an hour. It may pass in a week. More to follow once everyone’s inside.

Anyone locked out should’ve gotten the memo, cause we aint opening for anyone!

Sarcopholacooda 2020/09/14(Mon)10:34 No. 976345 ID: 11f77a
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The Engineer looks over the dashboard, trying to shift his focus away from the death of the employee and onto his expertise. He steadies his hand and takes the controls. Seems like a standard booth panel. It’s a stolen space station; labels next to giant buttons are in a comprehensible language. After making sure everything’s in operation he pushes the handle and the portcullis below begins to shift down with the sliding of metal. But it doesn’t go far. Sparks fly and the gate makes an unpleasant grinding sound. The tripod maintenance worker sharply turns around after the sudden Ka-CHUNK the gate makes. The door seems to be stuck and cannot go any lower.

The worker looks up to your booth with irritated jabbering and yelling—swinging a fist in the air with its electric nozzle on the other hand. The Engineer ducks and leaves the lever for now.

Your collars buzz with a message from the Cleaner, “Well you certainly know how to draw attention to yourself.”

The Constructor hisses in, “Quiet, you mannequin. I can see the forklift guy coming back. And he’s bringing a few extra friends to work on whatever they’ve been busy with. What is going on up there? Hurry up and do something, guys.”

Abilities: [>>946263]

>>976345
>>946263
Can we use +Salvage to fix the door?

>>What is going on?

"I...killed one of them. I didn't mean to. Trying to find controls to move a shipping container."

Try to find cargo container controls. Avoid making a door's stuck reference. Also inform them of the employee notice, could mean anything. This Amorphous stuff could have spread outside of quarantine. Or this lockdown they are on might be due to Z'anon's agent giving them information after being interrogated.

Veisar is the Engineer, he can fix it just don't panic is a simple door, you can help your companions. We just have to distract that worker.

Uhh, sounds like there's some door that we need to open? But isn't it open already? I'm confused.

>>976431
It’s stuck, you can see in the picture is not all the way down, sparkles are coming out due to the friction.

>>976436
It's stuck but, it's low enough that we could just jump over, or walk over by making hardlight stairs. So, I dunno what else we're supposed to accomplish here. Knock out the rest of the engineers so that they don't alert anyone?

Set blasters to stun and prepare for a fight