You are a PIRATE, the scourge of the Fringe and cursed from Diplo to Bretagne by the cowardly merchants and traders whom you prey upon. It’s been hundreds of years since the Federation of Sentient Planets was founded, and while the formidable Fleet patrols spacelanes and performs countless interdictions on so-called freebooters, just as many pirate vessels evade blockades and continue to smuggle, slave, and profiteer off of the rest of interstellar civilization in any way they can. Gangsters, muggers, washed-out mercenaries, and the general flotsam of the known galaxy crammed into starships of all kinds, they lack only the romance once associated with the pirates of Old Earth. But perhaps you are different.The arrogant, domineering ways of the Federation disgusted you, so you deserted from the Fleet and took up life as a corsair. Now you command the mighty vessel Flow My Tears, from which you command a crew of miscellaneous spacers with your executive officer, Shis’so (a spider gestalt). In our two previous threads, you successfully conducted a raid against a commerce station and commandeered a prize ship. After that, you enjoyed some productive time off picking out new clothes, making connections, selling information, and poaching a retrieval job. You proceeded to the forbidden planet Burn Caladh, entering a Central Service brainship in search of a mysterious, high-value container. Unbeknownst to you, the ship was wide awake and is none too happy with intruders…——— Hello anons, my deepest apologies for the delay — yours truly was busy finishing some historical research, but is now back in the saddle. Feel free to join in on the action even if you’re a new reader, as I intend to make the quest easy to understand for any newcomers. Here’s hoping it hasn’t been too long since the last thread.Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Master%20Adept
>>5985363>take a closer look at this shellpersonDid we just find Fiana?
>>5985363>Interrogate Fraus about his resources. [low to medium DC depending on write-in]
“Peent!”“Yes, Neptune,” you say soothingly, summoning a name for it from the depths of your Academy memories. “It’s all right.”The bird’s anxiety seems to be slowly dissipating as your own adrenaline rush comes down. You run a finger over its small head and gaze into its glossy black eyes, receiving an alien stare in return. “Better?”“Peent!”You let it rest on your finger for the moment and look back up at the brainship’s column. You knew very little about the highly secretive process by which people were transformed into a starship, though it was at least common knowledge that the Central Service only admitted individuals who were in their infancy. The idea was that humans at such an age would be too young to experience the trauma of going from an articulate body to a shell. Shellpeople graduated from their civil service training program with colossal amounts of debt that they then had to pay off before finally becoming free agents, but in return they received a cutting edge courier vessel and had their brain essentially fused with a supercomputer. You’re not sure how much you’d consider that a benefit, but clearly there were those who supported it.Given the kinds of tasks that Central Service ships tended to embark on, you could imagine the security that their encased pilots would need. You were then surprised that Fraus had the posthypnotic trigger to turn the ship inert. Perhaps he really did have friends in high places…But before you can interrogate him further on that matter, he turns and begins to leave the central chamber. “Let’s grab the container and get off the ship as soon as we can,” he says. “I don’t feel like sticking around any longer.”“Peent!”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
She acquiesces, but as the two of you catch up to Fraus, you privately entertain the same questions that she was asking. Of course, it had been clear to you even before this that the client was withholding information—but that wasn’t totally unusual. Now, though, he had knowingly put you in danger and given you no prior warning.The cargo bay is as empty as it was before. Fraus is pacing the walls, looking for any obvious signs of a hidden compartment. You gesture for Kunzea to do the same, before stepping over to inspect the central lift. Like everything else in the ship, it’s built to perfect tolerances. Lowering it would give you access to the ground underneath the ship, though you suppose that the crash landing it experienced might make that impossible.Neptune hops down off your hand and hops around the floor awkwardly, unused to the slick metal surface. You watch it explore the hold for a minute, then return to the center, quietly observing. The cargo bay is the largest part of the ship, covered with scratch-resistant metal floor plating, walls with study bulkheads and several miniature tractor field emitters to stop cargo from shifting during transit (complete with backup tie-off points to manually fasten items). What few service panels the ship did have were very well concealed. The overhead lights covered the entire area in a sterile light.“Peent!” Your bird has taken an interest in a floor panel. Maybe it thinks there’s a crab under there.>Bring in some scanning equipment from your ship to find wherever the cargo is hidden.>Let Fraus search a little longer. Maybe he’s got something else up his sleeve.>Conduct your own search (describe your course of action).>Write-in.
>>5986743>Conduct your own search (describe your course of action).Search where the bird is looking.
Through legitimate or other means, nine vampires from across the globe had acquired the Sanguine Invitation granting them access to Lord Waughann's mansion and its enigmatic rules where the greatest auction would be held across five days. All would seek the most precious artifact in the entire world: The Primeval Vial of Nakathesep You were one of those lucky nine vampire, They called you...>Yeera Ysreth One of the few pureblooded descendants of Nakathesep. This child was going to claim what was rightfully hers one way or another. Wealth: 2 Mil. GPPros.: Mastery over Critters. Arcane Knowledge > Mathew Bloodwell The titular Crimson Baron and the proud owner of 5.4 million human cattle. He bought his way here as expected of a man of his calibre. Wealth: 20 Million GP Pros.: Filthy rich, Daily interestsComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5993345+1. Plus, he owes us one. MORE than one, even!
OP ?
>>5993345>>5993501I am back, I am back, had busy couple days of work that's all
>>5993345>>5993501 13:43 " Keep safe, keep safe. Bad woman man want. No give." The silver haired boy was adamant to keep the amulet close to his chest. He wasn't going to part with it anytime soon. Technically speaking, he had already paid your blood debt to you then again, his mental handicap could be exploited. " Help with challenge, yes?" An ethereal silver string dangling from the amulet had touched one of the statuettes transforming it into the first feasible thing sought by your heart and mind, what was it? >Wealth>Something to bolster your offense>Something to bolster your defense >Something to ease your navigation >One of the Lord's secrets>A dirty secret to capitalize on>None, you shall take your leaveComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5995060>Something to ease your navigation
OH SHIT NIGGA. The world's gonna end or some shit! Time to go help the inexperienced hero to save it!
Rolled 10 (1d100)>>5994436H-haha so hey kid~ you know... there might be a tough boss up ahead if it comes down to it.. you gotta do anything to complete the quest, alright?
Rolled 7 (1d100)>>5994436Just to be sure, start acting less mentory and more like the obligatory female main character. Those literally never die.
Rolled 69 (1d100)>>5994436Well, that was ominous. Time to go confront Zanzibart now. Haha
>>5994445"Yeah! Let's go Miss Firemane!"YEAH! LET'S GOOOOOOO aaaand suspend bread here. It's like close to 4 AM and I'm hongry. Bread will continue....whenever it continues. toodles.Updates n shit: https://twitter.com/notapaladin
>>5994424zased
... must necessarily concern itself with marriages where the spouses belong to different Standings. Citizens of all stripes may stoop as low as a Subject, so long as the Subject has at least Patent and Nomen. Likewise, a Subject so endowed may take a Subject without such an endowment, so long as their profession, condition or conduct has not rendered them Infamis. Similarly, Subjects without Patent and Nomen, who cannot marry without the knowledge and leave of the Authority whose name they bear, and in some places may even find themselves compelled into marriages by their Authority, are also subject to the Lex Iulia and Papia Poppaea. - regardless if they or their Authority are the one seeking the marriage. Subjects with decency cannot be bound to those without, nor may they ever be bound to a Fearful and Lawful alien, nor a Fearful slave. Subjects in Infamis may be married to a Subject of the same state, or a suitable alien or slave. When two spouses belonging to different Standings are bound, any issue take the Standing of the lesser - with the exception of the Subject in Infamis. In this exceptional case, an alien being both Fearful and Lawful becomes a Subject in Infamis, as do their offspring, while slaves married to these piteous Subjects remain slaves, though the issue will be Subjects in Infamis - and they will not be allowed any avenues of matriculation and naturalization. Attend well that no other pairings with and issue from slaves or aliens are subject to the Lex Iulia or the Papia Poppaea, as they are without wedlock.Beyond restricting the Sum of the Whole to suitable matches, these laws promote them as well. Those who are not, nor ever have been married, caelibes, may take neither hereditas or legatum that would otherwise be their due, while those who have never been in a union with issue, orbi, are only entitled to half. Such penalties are in force from sixteen until a man achieves the age of sixty or a woman achieves the age of fifty. This is held above the Ius Accrescendi, so that the portion of hereditas voided, being either half or whole, is not divided amongst the other heirs of the testator, but instead is taken by the Authority to which the testator submitted. Voided hereditas may still be calculated into the death duties, though they are commonly waived. Beyond this inducement, there are others, such as Ius Trium Liberorum, which affords particular rights and privileges to Named Subjects and their betters who have produced at least three children. No equivalent instrument, with equivalent rights and privileges exists for those Subjects without Patent and Nomen, though they are still subject to its penalties.- A passage from Imperatives and Rights, a Treatise for the Named Subject on Lex Iulia and Papia Poppaea, the laws which outline and induce suitable marriages.
What remains of the relief that suffused through you is withering and dying by the second. On the one hand, there is no way to gainsay the notion that the less this man knows, the better it will be for you. However, on the opposite hand, there is nothing more binding the Taker to any particular course of action than his own word. It might be if you were to act too disagreeably, he might yet reverse himself on his genuinely magnanimous decision to let you make your own way. To that point, he might even go so far as to try to take you back to the Belly - which could only end terribly for you. With that dire prospect hanging over your head, and with all you have already given him - your appearance, your fake name, even a measure of your temperance just by being out alone so late - you have to accede that the answer cannot possibly be more damning than all you have already given him; not to mention it should be fairly obvious. Still, you are quite keen on saying as little as possible here, so after marshaling your thoughts then pairing them down to the bone, you speak them in a tone that it more curt than polite, rushing as to not let the pause in conversation go on so long that it quickens. "Earlier today, or no, it would yesterday by now, I bought a stagecoach and team from this establishment. I'm here to take possession of papers and purchase, then get it all over to the public stable of the house that we are all boarded at." "Oh? I didn't realize that this house hired out its drivers." Pattern's Perdition! You nearly trip over your own feet as it dawns on you how you have just tripped over your own tongue. You should have seen this, damn it! By already admitting that you were here alone, then admitting that you are here to take possession of the stage and bring it to some fictitious stable, you are well on your way to telling the Taker something that you never intended to; that you are capable of driving a team by yourself. To be sure, you don't exactly see how him knowing this could hurt you - but it is certainly something incongruous with the profile of a rather headstrong female heir to some-more-than-comfortably wealthy Subject. The notion apparently hasn't occurred to him yet - is it worth trying to play along with his misunderstanding and be vague - or maybe not even say anything at all? Alternatively, you could actually go through the motions of hiring out a driver - either there aren't any to be had, in which case you aren't disadvantaged in any way, so long as the Taker isn't on hand to here that there aren't any to hire and restart this line of questioning, or there are drivers for hire here, and you have someone on hand with you when you show up to a public stable; if you play that right, it might make things easier for you - or you could just be making another witness and necessitating more lies. Perhaps truth might be best here, but it would be so very bizarre for someone like Wilhelmina to be able to drive a stage team.
> Please choose ONE of the following:> Simply remain in silence. His tone was idle enough, it might be that he is not expecting an answer. > Attempt to change the subject. So long as it is not conspicuous, even if it fails it should not be an issue. > Vaguely and noncommittally agree. With any luck, this should be enough to throttle further talk.> Pretend that you always intended to hire out a driver - you will not actually try to.> Pretend that you always intended to hire out a driver - you will actually try to.
>>5994974> Simply remain in silence. His tone was idle enough, it might be that he is not expecting an answer. This seems like the safest option because it doesn't close off the other option. We can be silent and, if he asks again, bring up an answer
>>5994974>> Simply remain in silence. His tone was idle enough, it might be that he is not expecting an answer.Imagine how transparent our intentions would be had we chosen the oxen and wagon. We made a good choice here.
Alright, consider this closed. I will get to writing as soon as I can.
Alas, you are still Nicole Smith, a mentally ill mess of a woman with anomalous abilities. You are a Cleaner, a deniable asset used by massive megacorporations called the Alphabet Companies and anyone else willing to pay you. Such as your Handler, a member of a powerful family who hands you most of your jobs. Mostly so you can clean up messes for him.The last week has been rough to your psyche and sense of wellbeing. During your tour of an X-Corp military base, you managed to awaken a deep and primordial part of your psyche in the form of antlers growing out of your fucking head. Luckily, you managed to finish the mission by solidifying a deal between E, Q, and X-Corp.After hanging out with some allies, restocking your supplies, and connecting with corporate representatives, you then spent a solid week at sea. With what? To assist the Captain on it with any and all tasks during the voyage. This so happened to include hunting down an X5 anomaly, one of the most dangerous types of anomalies, called the Admiral's Game. You managed to hunt down the Admiral's ship and bested him in a game of chess, earning his respect before he passed away. You think. You can't really tell with anomalies this powerful but you swear he's dead. You then managed to reconnect with two of your allies, Maruyama and Kiara, and hung out with them to decompress after your last mission. You noticed that Maruyama had a spark of potential that might blossom into something powerful if you nurtured it.Your latest mission, which you have just currently started, is hunting down a member of a powerful corporate family by the name of Valentina Vanni. You were tasked with heading down to Abgrund, a small mining town in a section of W-Corp's district, to find out what happened to her. You caught a glimpse of three powerful Alphabet Company administrators on your way in who are also hunting down for her. Things might get hectic if you're not careful.Though, that's how it is in the City. The only place you've ever truly known. Such a vast and endless stretch of streets, buildings, districts and companies, there's apparently a doppelganger of you out there as well. What her plan is, you don't know. Your plan? You just want to survive. For you and your allies to be safe. No matter how much blood it takes.ARCHIVE: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=CleanerComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 6, 2, 5, 1, 4, 1, 2 = 21 (7d6)>>5995402
Rolled 1, 6, 1, 3, 4, 3, 2 = 20 (7d6)>>5995402
Rolled 1, 3, 2, 3 = 9 (4d3)>>5995402
>>5995403>>5995405>>5995411>EXACTLY >50 >AN EXACT SUCCESSWELL THEN.WRITING.
>>5995403>>5995405>>5995411Sometimes you throw shit to the wall to see what sticks. In our case every fucking thing, and we now have a shit mona lisa
With the Supreme Kai of Time Chronoa dethroned, the Demon God Dumplin beaten, and Karn's whole family now able to live in his timeline, things have been looking up for the Saiyan General. But all good things can't last forever. And when conflicts arise between deities, mortals are inevitably caught in the crossfire. Does Karn, the Berserker God possess the strength to protect his family, people, world and reality from their fickle nature? Or are the beings above mortal ken also beyond mortal reproach? This outcome may be up to you.You the players control Karn, wielder of the mighty Berserker Soul. Granting him the power to fight against gods and other divine beings, to resist their influence and strengths. From his lowly beginnings as a Saiyan Brawler with a sub-3000 powerlevel in Age 733, only a few years into his time as a member of the PTO, he has now become the strongest Saiyan of his time. With the power of the Berserker God, combined with That Which Should Not Be and having devoured a soul born of the Abyss itself, his strength is now unlike anything before seen in his reality. But will this newfound strength be enough to overcome the threats headed his way? Only time will tell, your choices can spell the difference between success and failure.Character sheets and other info: https://controlc.com/46ec566dhttps://pastebin.com/u/GrandDragonQMArchive:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Saiyan+Conqueror+QuestHelp fund quest art commissions and get exclusive side stories as well as artwork here: https://www.patreon.com/GrandDragonQMQuest rules are as follows(unless otherwise noted):>30 minute vote times>Pick ONLY ONE option when voting>Dice rolls are all best of first three correctly-rolled diceComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5993482You may see sooner, rather than later.>>5993489Oh absolutely. He's got it MADE, easy 6 hour shifts on rotation, the best chef in the galaxy, AND all that under the protection of one of the universe's most feared assassin-slayers. Almost nowhere in the universe is safer.
>>5993655That sounds like the life, the other grunts in the force must be insanely jealous. Unless we had that big of an impact on the empire, the average PTO lackey's lifespan out and about on the field is pretty short, so Orlen got really lucky.
Soon.>>5993683He's got it made and knows it.
SOON!
It is time!>>5994071
You are Hass Takar, the Supreme Ruler of the Hegemony. It is the Year 102 of the Resurrection Era. You now stand on Jaxt, the home planet of your empire, the Hegemony. Standing before you are about a hundred Jaxtians, some of the best and brightest in the empire, who look at you bright eyed and expectant.You raise your hand and backing music begins to play. Without skipping a beat, the Jaxtians raise their voices, and join to sing your Anthem.https://jmp.sh/s/MNfcnegX92OuFV1thabd
>>5995482Definitely not the whole sector, but perhaps a part of it if we find somewhere that works.>>5995111Nah afaik there hasn't been any terraforming or anything to the moon. The migrators were always there.
Besides a second Migrator world, there is one option that was offered earlier I'd like to revisit, I think a world that is kept primative except small zones for offworld transport and planet defense could be very interesting.
>>5995497We have a second world for the swalli, that's more than enough. The rest of the sector should be industrialized so we can actually have a chance of fighting the Esaal and Consortium in a full on war.
>>5995504What we really need is a basic rundown of the Stellar Systems the Hegemony has taken from the Haazar, containing a brief overview of the worlds within them and any other important moons or asteroids. Once we have that we can go though it and suggest various worlds for industry/crop production/scientific installations/major military complexes/system shipyards/wildlife habitats, et cetera. And also give out names to them if they don't have names already.
>>5995530Well that would be nice but that's not the vote we have here. The vote that is winning is the vote to spend all our efforts on a glorified wildlife preserve.
Rolled 2, 5, 1 = 8 (3d6)The world of Remnant is a vast and dangerous place. Horrendous creatures known as Grimm roam the land, destroying everything in their path, rending the flesh and devouring almost any kind of living being unfortunate enough to meet them.Fortunately, humanity is not completely defenseless. Certain people are born with particularly powerful souls, granting them extraordinary abilities. When these abilities are honed they can evolve into Semblances, unique type of abilities that grant the user with powerful powers that work similarly to magic (Most of the time). These people have formed many groups across the many continents of Remnant, being known as Huntsmen and Huntresses.However, not all of these people wish to save the innocent or destroy the Grimm. In fact, some of them use their powers for self gain and take advantage of the chaos of the world. There are even rumours that some of these Huntsmen are secretly working for someone behind the curtains, an evil force that wishes to destroy all living beings on the planet for unknown means.But one may arise and change things. For the worse? For the better? Only the future has eyes for what is about to come.Who are you?>Name?>Gender?>Race? (Human, Faunus, etc)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5994093“I… I think that…” You felt the doubt creep in with your voice. Indeed, this was serious, and she had a point too. Of course, you would never condone what those criminals are known for. Attack settlements, kidnap humans, acts of terror, the list goes on. Truly horrific acts……But you also hated how many Faunus were still in captivity, specially here in Mistral. Racism was something that most faunus lived day by day. There were some rumors about how the famous Schnee Dust Company still employed hard labor for their mines and what not. They were definitely not a group of people you’d love to help.You cleaned your throat. “I think that you have a point. I do agree that we get mistreated from time to time. I remember when the White Fang did pacifist strikes to fight for their rights. My mother was is one when I was a kid, I think. But now… those acts of terror… I’m sorry. As much as I appreciate your concern for me, I do not agree with those acts at all.”The Sora girl kept quiet. Thinking. She just slightly smiled. “That’s fine. It would be weird for you to just agree with everything I said at first. I had my doubts too at the start. Look. I’m going to help you out because we are kin. No need to repay me, but I’d appreciate it if you did it in the future. And…”The group of bandits that were accompanying Sora were starting to be seen at a distance. They raised up their heads, noticing you both coming back again. They had their weapons at the ready. Lum, the guy you ‘kidnapped’ earlier, was leading them.“…don’t tell them anything, ‘kay? Just follow my lead and do what I say. And trust me…” Sora continued saying in whispers, grabbing your hand and giving you a small symbol crudely made of linen. “…we’ll get those bastards for messing with our heads. Alright? Let’s formally extend our truce.”You discreetly took the symbol, quickly putting it inside one of your pockets from your waist.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
“What do you mean a new underling, boss? That bitch tried to kill me! She even attacked you!” Lum screamed at both of you as you were getting closer.“And I managed to touch her heart with my words and now we’re friends! Somewhat. She still owes me a lot of money, but that’s the price for me deciding to spare her life. I’m such a charitable soul, I know. Now, just apologize to Lumber here, Susie, and we’ll both go back home!” The girl said in a cheerful manner. …You were starting to have doubts about this plan.Lumber moved closer to you, inspecting you with a concerned expression. “I still don’t trust her, boss. She was a real sack of rusty nails to me back there. Are you sure she can be trusted?”“What, you doubting me dumbass? Trust me. She’ll behave. She just can’t afford to move out of line right now. Right Susie?” The girl said with a smug face. She winked at you once.You just decided to not say anything. Your expression was sour enough to explain whatever was inside your head right there and there.“Another poor soul under Sora’s thumb.” Lumber said while looking at you with sadness. “That’s what I told ya back then. She’s a real bitch. You shoulda had left her alone, but no. No one listens to Lum. Shame on y’all. Damn Sora and her blackmails. You know she also promised me a statue in my name?”“Enough chit chat. Time to go. I’ll wait a report on the train from y’all. Let’s go back to the ship. Its a little bit far away, but no worries, we got plenty of supplies.” The Sora girl grabbed a nearby backpack, throwing it at you. You easily grabbed it with your hands. “Those are our supplies. Carry them over Susie will ya?” Sora said. The smugness on her voice was enough to make you almost feel nauseous.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
But, well. She promised help for whatever condition you had with your head. And its not like you truly owed her anything (Even when she was indeed helping you right now by helping you ‘infiltrate’ whatever organization she was in). You could easily leave at any time. And this was also a splendid opportunity to investigate those that created that weird machine.You decided to follow them. At least for now. Practically speaking this was just the better plan. You seriously didn’t want to walk an unknown number of days with no food and water to reach whatever weird place this was.But well… these were hours of walking. You might as well focus on something while you walked with them.Choose one:>Focus on your physical body. Offer to carry all their equipment while walking. Poor Lum’ looks like he’s going to faint at any second.>Let’s talk to them all. Study them. Learn their motives, their names, their organization, anything of importance. You were always a shrewd lass, almost a silver tongue, even.>Some introspection would be nice. Let’s just be quiet while on the road. Think of yourself. Your weaknesses. Your strengths. Your emotions. Your mental state. Just yourself.
>>5994815>>Some introspection would be nice. Let’s just be quiet while on the road. Think of yourself. Your weaknesses. Your strengths. Your emotions. Your mental state. Just yourself.Gotta know yourself first.
>>5994815>Let’s talk to them all. Study them. Learn their motives, their names, their organization, anything of importance. You were always a shrewd lass, almost a silver tongue, even.
Welcome back.Rules are simple: Votes are tallied every hour, with whatever course of action being the most popular being the course of action taken. Write ins are encouraged and non-mutually exclusive votes will be combined if possible.When a roll is called for, roll however many D100 are specified. 5- is a 'crit fail' and generally means something bad is about to happen. 95+ is a 'crit success' and generally means something good just happened. a 'crit success' trumps a crit fail. User input on both will be taken into consideration.Inventory, pokemon stats and other links: https://docs.google.com/document/d/15i2N08IpWqitoTJujsUMishe4PLbao1lqT-bCAmvPcE/editDiscord: https://discord.gg/GGXeMEMjFor a short summary for the new and to recap:You are Alex. A newly minted trainer and camping enthusiast just starting out on your journey at the age of seventeen after your father lost his job in order to help pay the bills. On the road, you met Fie, the Fire Gym Leader, Gareth a novice Aura Guardian on pilgrimage and Holly, a runaway heiress using a pseudonym. You've also made enemies of Team Green a group of violent, radical activists looking to abolish pokemon training.Recently, Fie returned to her gym for the time being.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5993753>Focus on Nika
>>5993759>>5993811>>5993920>>5993944>>5994028Okay, two rolls.First for Fluffy on Cosmic Power, second for Nika.
Rolled 16, 61 = 77 (2d100)>>5995046
Rolled 82, 67 = 149 (2d100)>>5995046
Rolled 83, 66 = 149 (2d100)>>5995046
Your name is David "Gunny" Rockefeller, no relation.A veteran of the united states marine corps, you find yourself in a far-out situation after an all-too-close encounter of the third kind!In the last thread you unlocked Redbone's psychic potential, made an example out of a federal agent by dumping him outside the ISS and tracked down one of your old friends.However, the government also made contact with you, and made clear they're both aware of and concerned by your presence.Intending to stay on relatively good terms with them, you offered to clear things up by sharing some basic information and keeping in contact.With your time on earth close to wrapping up, there's not much left to do before heading back into space. Will everything go according to plan, or will there be a hitch?Find out this time, on Humanity Fuck Yeah!>Last Thread: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/5943919/>All Threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=humanity+-+fuck+yeah%21>Google Doc: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1rNxD6ccWY5M48dLWuTWdr5LiYLuS_YIAMKlTLw42eeo/edit#gid=0>Discord Link: https://discord.gg/PYJ7Aa3zQF
>>5995495We need Souverine, maybe?
>>5995480Clank.I miss our little robot buddy...
>>5995480more women
>>5995484the skin suit armor MK II can administer any kind of drug, I want to believe. That's our combat medic right there.
>>5995484>Therefore I elect we find a nice red woman.We already know a red woman. And a blue one. And a green one?
It is the year 0078 of the Universal Century. A half century has passed since the earth began moving its burgeoning population into gigantic orbiting space colonies. A new home for mankind, where people are born and raised… and die.“We are the people of the universe. We have struggled to survive in a harsh environment, and new generations of colonists testify to our success. Now, when we gaze back at Earth, we see a sacred blue and green orb - the cradle of civilization and a sacred home that we must eternally preserve and protect . . .”-Zeon Zum Deikun, UC 0058—--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------16:15, 9th December UC 0077Zeon Military Academy on Guardian Banchi, Side Three (Republic of Zeon)Crisp cool air greets you as the hermetic seals of the airlock hiss open. The wrapping blue and green vistas of Guardian Banchi’s cylindrical interior, a quintessential close-type O’Neill colony, stretch out far before you. Mountains and lakes, valleys and forests, the interior of the colony cylinder have been molded carefully to match many of Earth’s environments.You stand at a secured exit of the colony’s Earth Federation controlled spaceport. All around you are edifices devoted to maintaining that distant government’s control over not only the people of Zeon, or Spacenoids, but all of mankind. White and gray concrete military structures stand interspersed about the small city wrapping around the spaceport’s connection to the colony, a constant reminder not only of the Federation’s political supremacy over what should be Zeon’s truly sovereign territory, but also of the jackbooted force by which they maintain that supremacy.
>>5995356Izumi>She’ll be another bodyguard for you and Elena. This will help maintain Izumi’s loyalty, she’ll dabble in different areas as needed and can be reassigned later if something comes up.Zenna1)>Off to Riah as a ‘civilian’ mobile suit instructor. The cadets from Riah who you were routinely inviting for mobile suit training at Guardian academy might benefit from a familiar face being nearby still.2)>...Your mother might appreciate a personal attendant, and you know Zenna has a good heart. They’ll get along well, in the right light she could even pass for a second sister you never had. After how she acted seeing Lino’s wound, maybe this is best for her personally.Tryphosa1)>She will focus more of her time on her sisters, she suspects one might even be on Earth now…2)>She will focus more of her time on Elena, you still have hope there might be some undiscovered newtype spark within her.
This means we’ve effectively lost our newtype squad we were building or at least the ability to actively grow it
>>5995464Unlikely, Once the war heats/starts properly. We're still the Step-son to Dozle and could get them back.Plus without us being ''offical'' military now, We can still do other shit to grow/further it or more now.
>>5995356>...Zeonic could use another test pilot. Few oldtypes can handle high performance prototypes, but Izumi can definitely do it. This will help develop Project-K, they badly need quality pilots.She'll enjoy being a test pilot a lot I think.>...Your mother might appreciate a personal attendant, and you know Zenna has a good heart. They’ll get along well, in the right light she could even pass for a second sister you never had. After how she acted seeing Lino’s wound, maybe this is best for her personally.Zenna just isn't cut out for war. And mother and Mineva could use the extra protection of a newtype.>She will focus more of her time on Elena, you still have hope there might be some undiscovered newtype spark within her.What can I say? I want to see if we can force the newtype into somebody. If nothing else, it's an excellent experiment into the feasibility of turning non-to-low level newtypes into proper ones without resorting to creating Cyber Newtypes.
>>5995356Izumi1)>Off to Riah as a ‘civilian’ mobile suit instructor, full time. Izumi’s damned good, this will help further your future pilot training program.2)>She’ll be another bodyguard for you and Elena. This will help maintain Izumi’s loyalty, she’ll dabble in different areas as needed and can be reassigned later if something comes up.Zenna>Off to Riah as a ‘civilian’ mobile suit instructor. The cadets from Riah who you were routinely inviting for mobile suit training at Guardian academy might benefit from a familiar face being nearby still.Tryphosa>She will focus more of her time on her sisters, she suspects one might even be on Earth now…
You managed to build a happy family far away from most of the magical happenings that could hurt you and your children's. Nowhere is truly safe, even in your newfound home in Russia, but you think the worst is finally over.You decided to go on a vacation into your old nameless town, both as a way to unwind and to help find out more about your magic's memories. Unfortunately, Etsy's rightful fear of the U.S agency did make the travel pretty costly, but what's the point of money if you aren't spending it after all.Your old house has all but been ransacked after you left. You did manage to sell it, but the buyer turned out to be part of the agency, and you presume they tried to find anything that you or Etsy would've left behind they could use. As far as you know they didn't find anything, so it's not really your problem. You end up staying at a pretty expensive hotel, it used to belong to Mona, but the town didn't have any place to stay that didn't belong to her, and since she's dead, her magic is all but gone from it. Your old apartment is also of course not an option, as it was wiped out long ago by the Sword of Dusk in order to spite the U.S agency.Your kids are pretty happy that they get to stay in a luxurious place like this, although Anastasia does complain a lot about how she'd rather have stayed home. Etsy is still a little paranoid, constantly looking out the curtains of your room as if a man in black was going to suddenly attack you.You are a little worried yourself, but your kids have all been given a tag that tracks where they are, so even if something happens to them, K.I.S.A will be able to rush to them in an instant-- A literal instant, borderline teleportation level speed, you're not sure how it works, but apparently tri-matter has some very funky applications when it's stretched over long distances. Etsy tried to explain to you how it works, but you didn't understand a word she said, you don't think even she knows how it works herself.Anyway, with safety out of the way, you can finally relax. What should you do during your vacation?(You can vote for two options. You will search for Arachne's remaining memories, in addition to the two most popular votes.)>Look into Mia's dissapearence Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5994192>Might want to take a look at that swordswomanDuskbro? Are you a girl now?>>5994209>>5994210>>5994278When will we spill everything to the kids? Sophia's 20 and she got told after all this time. The others are 14 11 and 9>>5994278She still can, relax
>>5994278>>5994350We still have an extra action, taking a look at the swordsman is not FT
>>5994350>She still can, relaxI really want to avoid involving the kids in all that magic bullshit as much as possible.>>5994357>We still have an extra action, taking a look at the swordsman is not FTIn that case, either spend time with little Sasha, or>Write inPray.
>>5994192>She's described as having a sword and a top hat. Kind of eccentric, and it reminds you of someone else that dressed like this.Welcome back, sword of dusk. inb4 it's his daughter.>>5994192>Focus on one of your kids (Aleksander)haven't talked to him in a while>Might want to take a look at that swordswoman.
>>5994192>Might want to take a look at that swordswoman>Focus on one of your kids (Aleksander)>>5994357Good call>>5994461I meant she can still tell other kids to kill themselves>avoid involving the kids in all that magic bullshitI want to tell them when they come of age
https://starwarsintrocreator.kassellabs.io/#!/ENqx6VLm9928xBAC5FUHA long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...STAR WARSAGAINST THE REPUBLICWar has engulfed the GALACTIC REPUBLICWith the pyrrhic victory of the GRAND ARMY at GEONOSIS, the CLONE WARS have truly begun. Republic forces find themselves vastly outnumbered in space and on the ground, as despite the massive influx of CLONE TROOPERS, the industrial capacity of the CONFEDERACY OF INDEPENDENT SYSTEMS remains unassailable.After the battle, hundreds of thousands of solar systems declared independence from the Republic, swayed by the impossibly persuasive COUNT DOOKU.Even the JEDI ORDER has found itself fractured, a hundred JEDI KNIGHTS have invoked their Right of Denial, opting to stay out of the conflict entirely, while a handful have found themselves seduced by Dooku, though not all by the allure of the DARK SIDE…=====Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5995231???
>>5995368I think he mislinked his own vote right above yours. Or he's schizophrenic.
>>5994891>[A1] Whatever plan she had is woefully obsolete. She’ll be spending your journey back to Separatist space in a Bacta Tank. Order medics to assist Tann off planet before you leave, but you won’t be long.>[B2] Get your droids to set up a makeshift pyre for the Jedi. He may have been your opponent and he may have fallen in the end, but it’s what a Jedi Master deserves. Besides, he conducted himself well enough before Tann antagonized him.>Take any lightsabers for yourself besides Tann's>Ensure any Decimators that were damaged or loaded onto transports that were sabotaged are extracted>Use footage from the base security mainframe & the droids present whether our battledroids or maintenance units to show the two Jedi as hostages, beam this footage to the Republic fleet ordering them to stand down or else the hostages will be executed
>>5995414Schizo
>>5995414LMFAO yeah, my B, I was the vote with those write-ins, linked someone supporting my write-ins by accident in order to add another anon's write-ins to my vote.
You are the most feared Warlord of the Seven peaks, the small woman infront of you informs you in a hushed tone. This seems true, judging from the leatherclad psychos braying what is ostensably your name - oh, and the flayed skulls. This is strange, because 30 minutes ago you left work - an office job, boring - went into a normal doctors office for extremely minor surgery. Now you're the leader of the "ExecuKillers" according to the woman (who also informed you she's your concubine)."So... Lord of Skulls..." You frown, and she smiles slightly. "Sorry, Nigel. Right. So..." she looks over her shoulder at the tent-flap, beyond which you can hear the drums of war and bellowing hores of warriros - your warrirors, now. "This, uh, incident... well, bad timing. The Execukillers are about to go to war with the Bloodletters... and you need to rile them up. Quickly, too, because everyone's ready to leave." [Continued below.]
>>5986738>>Start shootin'.
Still not dead. Started a new job. Update tomorrow, please forgive the slowness.
>>5990049In an office or as a warlord?
>>5990081A slave, obviously.
>>5990049>still not dead>update tomorrow>that was 4 days agoJust give up, fag
The year is 2444. Much of mankind has abandoned a ruined Earth to live in space colonies. The countries on Earth have corresponding colonies just outside the planet's atmosphere. Rather than fight wars for political and social dominance, the colonies agree to hold a M.I.L.F Olympics every four years. Each country sends to Earth a representative, piloting a highly advanced Mechanized Infantry Land Frame, or M.I.L.F for short. Due to an oversight in the M.I.L.F Pilot recruitment program you have been recruited as Mexico's' only Pilot. With your 3rd generation mining M.I.L.F "Tequila Sunrise" you must defend your countries honor! First things first, what is your M.I.L.F best at?>Speed!>Strength!>Mining?
>>5980787>>5980877+1 to both. We can have multiple sponsors, right? Those so-called pro" MILF pilots are absolutely covered in all sorts of sponsors, from Amazon-Boeing to Coca-Cola Corpse Reprocessing.
With your ties to mining and your troubled past you of course have ties to the local orphanage/labor union. The fact that these two establishments are already heavily linked helps massively with your sponsorship deals! It helps less so for the poor orphan miners. Sister Foreman Superior Catalina Cabrera seemed to remember you from your years spent in her care, she gladly accepts your offer of sponsoring you and your R.A.P.E G.I.L.F, she even offers you a few of the orphans to help in the pit crew. With your crew and sponsorship sorted you're well on your way to Mecha stardom, this fact supported by the official invitation to the opening ceremony you find waiting in your mailbox. The opening ceremony is in three days time, there's a lot that needs to be done to get you frame ready.
>>5982139Do we have a checklist of what needs to be done?
>>5982139what do? Drink a Chinese modelo in the meantime.
>>5982139Put together a promotional video to get some fan support
