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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 hijacked a Dark Star ship that turned out to be a civilian freighter, then met with Gron and discovered that he'd come down with lead poisoning after being shot by you.
After some talks, you both agrees that Sadia can suck your collective dicks and formed an alliance. Now, you find yourself on Thekia station, hunting down both resources and crewmembers for the coming battles.
And as of the moment, you find yourself about to deal with a shady salesman who's trying to root out the competition!

>Last Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/5014552/
>Discord Link: https://discord.gg/DMwvMw43yv
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>>5062182
>>5061075

You decide to go ahead and immediately follow up on your lead. This "Master" Oogla popped up while you were searching the net for a metalworking shop, so it's not hard to find him.
His shop is about two blocks away from your current location. When you get there, it's clear that it's a much more bustling part of the city than Shaltar's is. It also looks god-awful.

I mean, it's not like it's much dirtier than anywhere else on this station, but... it's dilapidated, for sure. Not only that, it's covered in gaudy advertisements, including multiple different "going of of business sale" signs.
Despite that, they have a man out front directing people into the shop and multiple salespeople inside. It looks busy, despite it's clearly fake reviews.
You can even see the workers cutting and forming metal through an open garage sort of design beside the building. Looks like they've only got one large-scale nanofab going in there.

As you pass by, the greeter catches you.

"Welcome to Master Oogla's Metalcraft and used electronics depot, the best place on Thekia station to find high quality repairs and electronic devices for cheap! Please, come on in!"

The greeter actually physically shoves you, and anyone else who gets too close into the building. Or rather, he tries to shove you. You might as well be bolted to the ground from his perspective, and one glare is all it takes for him to remove his hands.
You casually saunter into the store regardless, keeping your thumbs through your belt-loops just in case. There's no telling when someone might give you trouble.

Taking a look around, it seems pretty normal... There are shelves upon shelves of crap everywhere. All kinds of electronics and old parts, clearly used and abused. Many seem to have just been set on the shelf without any sort of cleaning or checking whatsoever.
There are also cameras everywhere. An excessive amount, in fact. Absolutely every angle is covered, and you spot what are likely "loss prevention" employees standing around and watching the customers as well.

To avoid looking suspicious, you pick up something you needed anyways. An old-model personal shield. It doesn't work at first, but after smacking it a few times it dimly flickers to life. Nothing Kyla can't fix, you're sure.

"Christ, 250 credits for this piece of shit? What are they smoking?" You grumble.

You don't know what Oogla's supposed to look like, but there's nobody that's just obviously him here, either. You'll have to ask around.
Taking your item up to one of the registers, you're greeted by an ugly-looking pile of flesh who doesn't even bother to greet you.

"Uh... hello? I'm here to check out?" You ask.

"Great. Stick it on the scanner." She spits, not looking at you.

You place the item on the scanner, which does it job before dinging and spitting out a price. 275 credits.

"Hey, wait a minute. The tag on this says 250, what's the deal here?"
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>>5062184

"Take it or leave it, pal." She grumbles, taking a drag off her pipe and blowing sweet-smelling vapors in your face.

Well, that's one way you could find him, you suppose.

>Make a fuss, demand a discount, ask to see the manager
>Just pay it and try to ask around a bit more quietly
>Write-in?
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>>5062187
>>Make a fuss, demand a discount, ask to see the manager
what copypasta should we employ this time...
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>>5062187
>Make a fuss, demand a discount, ask to see the manager
Demand a veterans discount for our troubles.
And for some anons in the last thread, The Cylia route still isn’t locked off!
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>>5062187
>Make a fuss, demand a discount, ask to see the manager
>>5062189
>>5062201
let's karen this time
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>>5062189
>>5062201
>>5062203
Yes! Do it! Male karen time!
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I'm gonna talk about our ship gains from R&D round 2.
Where we are:
Double laser cannons, stealth system
What we get (shipwise)
Radar, 20mm autocannons, and missile racks
Where I want us to be/how to use this:
Combine the radar and the autocannons into CIWS/PDC turrets. Upgun the turrets to 40mm or something (within the realm of possibility since most of the R&D is to get the cannon to not heat weld itself after the first hundred rounds but whether or not our ship can take this/QM will let us is up in the air) May not be needed, especially since I have not seen how prevalent missiles are in this setting/effectiveness of laser point defense and I mostly just want 40mm because of the Expanse. Regardless, 20mm seems a little small for a forward weapon.
Missiles:
As many as possible, as large as possible. I wonder how expensive enriched uranium is.
Radar: gonna be handy as targeting for the PDC turrets, even more handy as navigation
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>>5062246
There were many things we have discussed in the past and I agree with most of this.
>20mm seems a little small for a forward weapon
I think dual 20mm will be more than enough for every fighter, bomber or freighter we come across. Maybe even small escort ships actually but any missiles we get will probably be used for that. Since we have a goal of returning to Earth soon I suggest we tune our stealth system to the detection systems of Earth since the Greys forgot to do that before. It's because of that we wanted Radar as well just so we can bypass some enemy stealth systems if we ever come across something like that.
Now the question is: what Wunderwaffe should we focus on?
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>>5062246
Are CIWS/PDC turrets for shooting at small ships, drones, and missiles, or just other ships? If it's the former than I think it would be a good idea, so long as it's a laser based weapon system. If its solid projectiles then they're gonna eat up a lot of space in the ship. We could use at minimum two of them. One located on top, the other on the bottom of the ship.

Oh dang. Do you think the headlight shield technology could be upscaled for the ship? Could it be useful for the ship? It'd probably protect against anything more solid than a laser, like a shot from a railgun.
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>>5062253
I thought that solid projectiles fuck on shields? Either way, upscaling the hard light shield for the ship may be a good idea but don't know how much energy that is gonna take. As for Laser point defence, why don't we use our rotary laser cannon for that?
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>>5062252
>Now the question is: what Wunderwaffe should we focus on?

>Completed Power Armor (110k)
>Completed Skinsuits (75k)
>Handheld Gatling Phaser (35k)
>Tri-Barrel Rotary Cannon (5K)
>Grenade Launchers (2k)
>Hardlight Shields (15k)
>Hardlight Weapons (20k)
>Write-in?
From last thread. I still done understand how the gatling phaser costs so much, when in the first few thread we could had duct tape a bunch to a motor monkey style. Alien tech shit tech.
I think we should do some research on those Plasma bullet gun things, and that one Plasma thingie guildar's old pirate buddy used against our power armor. Draw some inspiration from some already existing alien tech you know?

https://youtu.be/W3IiWjdbUZg
We can cross gyrojets off the list since they're not super great. Maybe we can make powder fists, or forearm mounted shotgun punching gauntlets. You know, from fallout. Or maybe small personnel sized laser weapons. Power for those can be fixed with backpack sized power supplies. Problem would be they'd be obvious weak spots.

>>5062258
Some solid projectiles fucks on shields. Shields are good against fast moving, small objects, like some lasers, small space rocks, space debris. Maybe there might be some resistance again railguns?

>how much energy
Probably a lot, would need to use it sparingly in dog fights.

>rotary laser cannon
Laser dakka? Should be fine so long as it's hot enough to punch holes in missiles, and can rotate 360°.
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>>5062253
point defense turrets are for fucking up anything at very close range, with an emphasis on torpedoes, missiles, fighters, and drones. The projectiles they use are either tungsten or depleted uranium sabots.

hardlight shields might be possible but no one's done it before I think because the only projectile weapons in space we've seen so far are railguns, and that would probably go right through a hardlight shield. I'd expect them to be a real power hog.
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>>5062265
We could run some experiments to determine the viability of ship sized hardlight shields again rail guns, and how much energy it would draw. Is ship's armor is tissue paper against anything that's not energy based, so some insurance would be nice.
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>>5062261
Nah Nah, thats not the Wunderwaffe!
We still need to decide how we are going to implement our spinal mounted Antimatter cannon on the ship!
Personally, I still want my radiation guns.

>Probably a lot, would need to use it sparingly in dog fights.

Eh considering that shields get fucked on by solid matter like our bullets and railguns I don't believe upscaling the hard light armour for our ship will be good plus the energy usage will be too much. Tbf if we get hit by a railgun we really fucked up and clearly didn't choose our fight well since those are capital ship weaponry. Either way, I believe using that energy on increasing our speed would be better for our kind of ship.

>Laser dakka? Should be fine so long as it's hot enough to punch holes in missiles, and can rotate 360°.
Obviously

>>5062265
Why don't we use hard light shields on our weapons? Having some gunshields can probably save us a couple of wounds.
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>>5062274
>spinal mounted Antimatter cannon on the ship!
Vaguely recall a discussion about that and how it was a bad idea. Done know if it was antimatter or dark matter. Something was said that the matter would slowly decay if not properly contained and bullets would be too small.

Radiation is a war crime, would be very disapproved of by some crew members, and would draw more attention to us than needed.

>hardlight
We can run that though some test to determine if it's worth making it shipgrade or not. We can't disapprove its potential without testing it.

Shields mounted to our guns? Could work I guess? You could also put them on your body.
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>>5062285
>Vaguely recall a discussion about that and how it was a bad idea. Don't know if it was antimatter or dark matter. Something was said that the matter would slowly decay if not properly contained and bullets would be too small.
I try to ignore that conversation

>Radiation is a war crime, would be very disapproved of by some crew members, and would draw more attention to us than needed.
but aliens can't handle any sort of radiation! Think about muh instant death rays though! But yeah, our crew won't allow it. We should keep it as a possible back up though or at least have SOME prototypes just in case.

>We can run that through some tests to determine if it's worth making it shipgrade or not. We can't disapprove of its potential without testing it.
Let's see how it goes

>Shields mounted to our guns? Could work I guess? You could also put them on your body.
Why not both?

I will be honest if we need an actual wunderwaffe we can just go for a nuclear missile, I am sure that if one of those hits a capital ship (if it doesn't get shot down) it will be more than enough to destroy it or at the very least, cripple it.
Now I'm thinking about the Tsar Bomba
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>>5062294
>try to ignore conversation
So that's a no to the dark matter bullets and radiation weapons. It's too cruel and painful. It's been brought up and shot down a few times already.

>Why not both?
Feels memey, like something out of an Army of Two game. It's a small shield that protects mostly your head sort or? It's not really useful to be honest. Better to have Hardlight all over your body.

>having a nuke in the ship
Very worried about anything make that thing pre-maturely explode. Scary.
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>>5062313
>So that's a no to the dark matter bullets and radiation weapons. It's too cruel and painful. It's been brought up and shot down a few times already.
I will relent to the dark matter but not the rad weapons, keep it in the 'just in case' folder for now.

>Feels memey, like something out of an Army of Two game. It's a small shield that protects mostly your head sort or? It's not really useful to be honest. Better to have Hardlight all over your body.
More protection is always good.

>Very worried about anything make that thing pre-maturely explode. Scary.
But it will be effective! (probably)
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I think more shoota is better than shielding. There is a reason behind ships being so thin. I am always up to real drones instead of the missiles we getto'd into our outer shielding right now
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>>5062398
The best defense is a good offense. Therefore the best offense is a good defense. But, as we all know, the best defense is not being shot at in the first place. Logically concluding that the best offense is stealth.

I haven't been drinking, you've been drinking.
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>>5062187
>Make a fuss, demand a discount, ask to see the manager
Full Karen GO.
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>>5062189
>>5062201
>>5062203
>>5062221
>>5062423
We should go Karen and invoke the power of the Long-Nose tribe, while also posing as one.
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>>5062187
This>>5062431
Not just a Karen. But Be the Jew Karen. Make them tremble.
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>>5062431
>>5062465
This. Oye Vey, this poorly made product shocked me! I demand to be compensate for you injury.

You guys remember David warning his crew about the JEWS?
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>>5062187

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!" You screech.

The blob-lady just raises her eyebrow as she watches you shift into karen mode.

"TWO-FIFTY IS ALREADY A RIPOFF FOR THIS PIECE OF CRAP AND YOU'RE TRYING TO SCAM ME FOR ANOTHER 25 CREDITS ON TOP OF IT?!"

"It ain't a scam, kid. What the register says, goes."

"DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY OF THESE I GO THROUGH?! I HAVE TO CARRY THIS SHIT INTO BATTLE TO PROTECT YOU UNGRATEFUL BASTARDS, IS THIS HOW YOU TREAT A MILITARY VETERAN?!"

"What, you think you're special just cause you got a phaser? Get lost, pinkie."

"OH, SO NOW WE'RE RACIST HERE AT OOGLA'S TOO, HUH? YOU HATE ME BECAUSE I'M HUMAN? WHAT'S NEXT! YOU HATE MY RELIGION TOO, YOU FUCKIN' ANTI-SEMITE!?"

"Anti-what now?"

"DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?! I DEMAND TO SEE YOUR MANAGER! I'LL HAVE YOU FIRED, I'LL MAKE SURE YOU NEVER WORK ON THIS STATION AGAIN!"

You notice at least a dozen cameras turn to focus on you as you start making a fuss.
At the same time, two large men come out of the back of the store and approach you.

"Is there a problem, sir?" One of them asks.

"Damn straight there is! This employee tried to rip me off, then hurled racist insults at me! I want her fired immediately! Take me to your manager!"

"Sir, she is the manager."

"Then take me to Oogla! I don't care if i need to speak to the station administrator, i'm filing a complaint!"

"Sir, you're making a fuss. I'm afraid we're going to have to ask you to leave."

"HOW DARE YOU?! If you throw me out, i swear to god i'll leave a hundred one star reviews on this shithole of a store!"

Both men look at eachother and chuckle.

"Yeah, good luck with that, sir. Now get the hell out."

Well... that didn't go as planned. Looks like these guys don't particularly care whether a customer makes a fuss or not. They probably get a lot of complaints, considering how they run the place.
And judging by their reaction to your threat, their reviews are definitely being "fixed" as well. Most likely, only five star reviews are allowed through.

Unfortunately, there are just about a million cameras pointed at you right now, and your tantrum has drawn more than a few eyes. You could start blasting, but the the station police would be on your ass in an instant.
So instead, you follow through with the bit and make your way out of the store.

"YOU HAVEN'T HEARD THE LAST OF ME! I'LL BE BACK! I'LL HAVE YOU AUDITED, I'LL SUE YOU! I'LL TAKE YOU FOR EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT!" You screech as you pass through the front door.

Once on the other side though, you drop the facade and sigh out in resignation. Looks like this will require a slightly finer touch than that.
As you're standing there, the door greeter just looks at you like you're some kind of weirdo.

"What are you lookin' at?" You ask him nonchalantly.

"N-Nothing, sir."
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>>5062907

>Try talking to one of the metalworkers next door. Get a little more info.
>Stakeout time. See who comes and who goes, try to ID Oogla that way.
>Fuck it, just quietly kidnap this greeter and see what you can get out of him.
>Write-in?
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>>5062908
>Try talking to one of the metalworkers next door. Get a little more info.
Damn our plan didnt work. Well lets see what the others have to say, im sure they would be happy to help.
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>>5062908
>Try talking to one of the metalworkers next door. Get a little more info.
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>>5062908
>Try talking to one of the metalworkers next door. Get a little more info.
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>>5062908
>>Fuck it, just quietly kidnap this greeter and see what you can get out of him.
others heard us i bet. to info outta them.
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>>5062908
>Try talking to one of the metalworkers next door. Get a little more info.
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>>5062908
>>Write-in?
>Ask for Cylia's help.
if you don't chance your vote and support mine, you're mom will die tonight
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>>5063044

>>5063062
I... I change my vote.
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>>5062938
>>5063062
You bastard
Changing my vote
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>>5063062
I change my vote
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>>5062907
>>5063062
>Ask for Cylia's help
Dammit I was planning to lurk.
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>>5063062
>threatening my momma
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>>5063062
Vote +1, not my momma
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>>5062907
this>>5063062
I hate my mother, but Cylia deserves the vote for helping us Jew.
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Your mom will live to see another day
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>>5063062
you bastard! you leave her out of this!
Fine! have a +1
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>>5062907

You eye the greeter up and down, which makes him nervous.
A thought crosses your mind, but you decide against it.

"You live another day, little man. Consider yourself lucky." You tell him, walking off to make a phone call.

The greeter stares at you in confusion as you leave.
You call Cylia after turning the corner, and she picks up almost immediately. It sounds like she's busy moving something.

"Hey, Cyl? You busy?"

"Uhhh... kinda? What's going on?"

"I've got a job. I need to take care of some local asshole, but he's making that somewhat difficult. I could use some help getting an ID on the guy."

"I mean, we're busy bringing in equipment right now... Clank's gone out apparently and i-"

"The reward is access to a private hunting ground. Leather. Furs... Meat."

"I'm on my way."

Cylia takes no time reaching you, and she's out of breath when she arrives.

"Hah... hah... alright... i'm here! Who are we looking for?!"

"The culprit is a guy called Oogla. He runs that shop over there..." You point to it for her. "And he's a scam-artist by the looks of it. If we didn't have to stick around here i'd just walk in and shoot him, but... well. All i really need is to know what he looks like. If i have his ID, i can deal with him."

"Okay... what went wrong when you tried it?" She asks.

"Well, i made a fuss and tried to get the manager to deal with me. But they don't give a shit about their customers, so that didn't work. Their reviews are all fake too, by the way."

"Hmm. Well, maybe i could offer a business deal of sorts, meet with him that way?"

"Yeah, but if you don't actually have anything to offer, he's gonna be wary. That'll make it harder for me to deal with him later."

"I don't need to have anything on hand. Just the offer, even if it's fake, should be good enough. Although, it might help if i had something that i could offer as a sample..."

"Eh, he deals mainly in metals and electronics.. What could we...? Ah."

You remove your earpiece and look it over.

"What if we gave him a pair of these? They aren't anything special, but i don't see most people using them."

"That might work. Any other ideas, though?"

"Yeah. Their workshop is over there. If you chat up the metalworkers, you might be able to get a description. I doubt they're terribly loyal anyways."

"Alright, i'll see what i can do."

[PERSPECTIVE CHANGE]
You are now playing as Cylia Litzwiss, first mate of Captain David Rockefeller, and you've got a job to do.

>Head in and see if you can't make a deal with the scam artist.
>Chat up the metalworkers, see if you can get some information out of them.
>Other? (Write-In)
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>>5063658
>>Chat up the metalworkers, see if you can get some information out of them.
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>>5063658
>Chat up the metalworkers, see if you can get some information out of them.
The long awaited perspective change. We also got her last name revealed finally
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>>5063658
>Head in and see if you can't make a deal with the scam artist.

I feel like being a predator means the metalworks may be more hesitant to talk with us.
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>>5063658
>Chat up the metalworkers, see if you can get some information out of them.
we best gobbo nau
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>>5063694
>people can't even keep the members of the crew straight

We are the cat girl not the gross space mold.
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>>5063658

We are not human

Therefore we must start by apologizing to the human for not being human.
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>>5063717
i mixed the 2 up it happens you fucking weeb
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>>5063658
>Chat up the metalworkers, see if you can get some information out of them.
>Other? (Write-In)
Hunger for David's SEED
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>>5063658
>Write-in
Turn around and ask David for the dick if we get this done
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>>5063658
>>Other? (Write-In)
>>masturbate
I mean we are inside of a girl's body. We have to.
Joking, joking.
>>Head in and see if you can't make a deal with the scam artist.
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>>5063062
You lying shit. She's still alive.
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>>5063860
This lmfao
I dont expect the QM to agree, but it funny two mi
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>>5063658
>>Chat up the metalworkers, see if you can get some information out of them.

>>5063860
+1
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>>5063658
>>Chat up the metalworkers, see if you can get some information out of them.
>>5063860
Lol yes this.
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>>5063880
This, especially masturbate
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>>5063658
>Chat up the metalworkers, see if you can get some information out of them.
And these
>>5063849
>>5063860
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You know...I just thought of something, what are the chances of Cylia asking out David to get at his dick turned hunting date being interrupted, again, by Hellbeasts?
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>>5064272
8/10.
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>>5064274
At least she'll have an excuse to shiver in Davids bed while he hugs her.
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>>5064272
Nah David was probably just exceptionally unlucky and chose the one planet for tens of thousands of light years that was once inhabited by retards who raped reality and opened a portal to some shitty hellscape dimension as his hunting grounds. Probably.
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Deciding that talking to the metalworkers is your best bet to quietly get some info, you adjust your beret and head over there. Before you even arrive, the smell of burnt metal is almost overwhelming.
The inside of the shop seems fairly normal. There are several cheap-looking nanofabs working away against the far wall, and several men of various races are folding and joining metal by hand using both machinery and industrial sonicators.

One of them, likely the supervisor, is "busy" reading what you recognize as a popular comic book from his holopad. You decide to talk with him, rather than interrupting any actual work being done.

"Hello there." You greet. "Do you have a moment?"

"Hah?" He grumbles. "What's that? Eh, what do you want, Caithan?"

"I was hoping we could have a little chat. See, i need a large order of metal parts, but i'd like to speak with your boss about it first."

"Sorry, lady. Oogla don't talk to nobody. I manage the workshop, so if you want to make an order you talk to me."

>It's quite a large order. I'm sorry, but i really do need to speak with him.
>Is there someone above you besides Oogla that i could talk with?
>Is there anything we could do to change that? (Bribe Him)
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>>5064586
>Is there someone above you besides Oogla that i could talk with?
Use bribery as a last resort
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>>5064586
>Is there someone above you besides Oogla that i could talk with?
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>>5064586
>Is there someone above you besides Oogla that i could talk with?
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So why did she not ask for her turn anyways? It got the most votes.
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>>5064664
Because it's still no nut november.
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>>5064700
DAAAAAAMN YOOOOOOOU MEEEEEEEEEMES!
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>>5064700
reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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>>5064586
>>Is there anything we could do to change that? (Bribe Him)
Anything for the hunt
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>>5064700
UUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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>>5064586
>>It's quite a large order. And above your paygrade. I'm sorry, but i really do need to speak with him.
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>>5064843
>>5064779
>>5064706
HAND HOLDING! WE SHOULD HAD GON WITH HAND HOLDUNG FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
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>>5064848
WHOLESOME CATGIRL REQUIRES HANDHOLDING AS FORPLAY! WITH EAR RUBS!
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>>Is there someone above you besides Oogla that i could talk with?
Beret Pog
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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>>5064848
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>>5064882
Wait guys what about victory hug after we win.
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>>5064884
My god....your right! And she'll get a deep huff of him while she's being held in big humie arms.
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>>5064854
YES EAR RUBS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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>>5064903
Her tail will betray how happy she'll feel. Then that tail will be rubbed too.
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The fuck kind of sexless autism did I come back to? Damn dudes just jack off.
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>>5065052
NNN
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>>5064586

"Look," you explain. "I'm sorry, but i don't even remotely trust some lackey to deal with this. If Oogla doesn't want to talk, then fine. But is there anyone else, anyone at all above you that i can speak with instead?"

The overweight supervisor looks you up and down for a moment, and then grunts as he gets up out of his chair, as if it took all the effort in the world.

"Fine, little miss. If it'll get you off my back, i'll take you to see Jorge. He's upper management around here."

"Thank you."

...You aren't that little, though. You're still just as tall, if not taller than plenty of herbivores. That just makes you average, doesn't it? In broader terms, that is.
While you're a bit lost in thought, this guy guides you through the garage and into the main building where electronics sales are taking place. Frankly speaking, it's full of stuff that looks like it came out of a dumpster.

You see a gross-looking slug-like lady manning one of the counters, also browsing the intranet on her holopad. There are several guards posted about, posing as customers, and the place is plastered with security cameras.
David made the right choice. Making a fuss here definitely wouldn't go over well, especially with the local police force. The last thing you need is to get kicked off the station and potentially have your bounty hunter licenses revoked.

After passing through the storehouse, you come to an administrative office where... oh god, that looks unbelievably out of place.
There's a VERY large, dog-headed man sitting at a desk, wearing a fancy looking suit. But he's so muscular that the suit doesn't seem to fit, and there's fur poking out from inbetween the buttons...
Not only that, he's wearing a pair of glasses and is writing something on a physical piece of paper, using a comically small writing utensil. Paperwork, huh? There's only one reason to avoid leaving an electronic trail like that. Black market business.

"Jorge!" the supervisor yells. "We got a VIP customer, apparently. Can you real with her?"

Jorge lowers his glasses as he glances up at you.

"Hmph. Doesn't look like a regular to me. What do you want, girl?"

You glance over to the supervisor and gesture for him to leave, which he gladly does. With a yawn, even.

"I need a large order of metallic parts fabbed. Quietly. Can you do that for me?" You ask.

Jorge pauses, then sighs and sets down his writing utensil.

"How large?"

Not that you actually plan to risk any money on this, but you still give him a real value that you could actually afford if it came down to it.

"...At least 30,000 credits, possibly as high as 50,000."

"We should be able to accommodate that, yes. What is it that you need, exactly?"

"I'll need a section of hull crafted, but mostly i'll need a specific set of components..."

You pause and look around the room, as if you're worried about someone overhearing you.

"...Do you have a facility capable of processing small amounts of warp metal?"
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>>5065387
ah shieeeet. We going deep
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>>5065387
"...Do you have a facility capable of processing small amounts of warp metal?"
either
>eyes widen grips his chest and dies of a heart attack
or
>tf you talking about feline whore?
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>>5065387
You know, this feels like some set up for a GTA mission. Or Saint's Row.
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>>5065730
Yeah this feels like Saints 1 or 2 territory. Does that make Sanig our Johnny Gat?
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>>5065732
That would be awesome.
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have you guys seen La+ debut???? amazing
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>>5065809
What?
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>>5065815
Looks to be a Vtuber thing. Report this mf for shilling.
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>>5065809
Back to /vt/ with your trash.
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>>5065809
Whatever is going on in Los Angeles can stay in that cucked out trash heap where it belongs.
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>>5065809
Go back to where you belong >>>/trash/
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>>5065809
Fuck off.
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>>5065387

"...Warp metal? Little miss, what the hell are you talking about?"

"Can you do it or can't you?" You press. "I was told... No, nevermind. May i speak with the owner for a moment?"

You're careful not to use the name "Oogla" in case it's fake, referring to him as "the owner" instead. You're doing your best to imply that you know something he doesn't. And it pays off.

"I,,, uh..." He pauses. "Just a moment, please. I'll speak with him."

Jorge's chair creaks as he stands up, and he makes his way out of the room.
You sit quietly in waiting for about three minutes, until he returns.

"The boss'll see you. Just head down the hall, it's the last door on the right."

"Thank you."

Jorge returns to his work, and you head down the hall to Oogla's office, making sure to start discreetly recording with your holopad before entering.
David should be getting a live feed of this on his pad, but you've got your audio muted so you don't know for sure.

You enter the room, and are greeted by what looks like a humanoid tapeworm with a gaping, slimy hole for a face. Only, it's wearing a tacky plaid suit to top it all off.
So that's why he stays in the back...

It's not polite to judge other races by your own standards for beauty, but this guy is ugly for sure.
Honestly, there aren't many aesthetically pleasing races in your opinion. Most of them are weak, slimy, covered from head to toe in fur or scales, or just plain foreign in design. Too many arms and legs or not enough digits, you know?

Shaking those thoughts out of your head, you clear your throat to speak with him.

"You're the owner?" You ask.

"Yeah, yeah. You done gawkin'? Either get down to it or get out." He replies.

He doesn't even look at you as he's too busy thumbing through some sort of physical paper magazine. You don't want to know what's illustrated in there.

"I need a lot of metal crafted, quietly and on the cheap. Can you do that for me?"

"Sure, babe. How much we talkin' here?"

"Approximately thirty tons of steel and titanium."

"Hey, not bad for a single order! What are we talking here, big plates or small parts? Cause let me tell ya, small parts cost extra."

"Mainly small parts."

"Hoo boy, that'll be six... no, seventy grand for sure."

"I need it for twenty."

"TWENTY?!" He blurts out.

Oogla starts laughing, hard. And he doesn't stop for a good long while.

"Twenty she says! Hahaha! Get the fuck out of my office."

"T-Then, thirty..." You stutter, trying to seem as awkward as possible.

"Like i said, kitten. Get the fuck outta my office. I don't play that game, you feel me?"

Pretending be frustrated and embarrassed, you jump up out of your seat and storm out of his office.
As you leave, you hear him laughing to himself again.

"Hahaha! Twenty! TWENTY! What a friggin' moron!"

Your frustrated facade washes away as you pass through the front door of the electronics shop.
Calmly and casually, you make your way back around the corner where David is waiting for you.
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>>5066233
Even if looking like a fool was part of the plan..

Nobody laughs at cat waifu.

There must be war. God wills it.
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>>5066233
So its time for plan C
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>>5066462
Deploy the hammock with the hole in it?
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>>5066462
Dig under Wormy's office and plant a bomb then get a meeting and blackmail him?
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Tunnel all the way into its office, right bellow its office chair. Then cut a hole on the bottom, crawl INTO its bottom and exit through its mouth
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It's a very well documented fact
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>>5066791
I wasn't expecting it to be coloured.
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this is the look Oogla is gonna get when it happens
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>>5066798
That doesn't work. The moment you stab a guy in the ass he jumps up out of reflex. And by that point he's too far away to slip into.
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>>5066815
I don't think oogla has reflexes
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>>5066818
Even plants have reflexes. I'm sure his wormy ass does too.
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>>5066795
lmaao that killer 7 lookin' ass
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>>5066233

"Soooo." David says, smacking his lips and widening his eyes for a moment. "He's a fuckin' worm, huh?"

"Yeah, looks like it. And there's all kinds of shady business going on it there."

"Alright. We've got a couple options, i think. First, we could stake the place out and wait for him to leave. Then i blow his brains out with a sniper rifle... if he's got any brains, that is."

Of course, David's first choice is always direct and very extreme.

"Second option, slightly more dramatic... we wait until the shop closes, fill the building with flammable gas and detonate the whole damned thing."

And the second option somehow manages to be even more extreme than that.

"David, i'm not sure if blowing up an entire building is really a good idea. And even if he's disgusting inside and out, i'd still prefer not to kill him."

"Damn, Cylia. You don't make my job easy, you know that? Alright, how's this for a third option? We kidnap worm boy and freeze him. Then, we uh... "release him to the wild" on the Kerr's home planet. You know, in the woods."

That's... better, you guess? You don't know what the hazard level of that planet is, but if carnivores evolved on it, it must be pretty high. It's not like you're guaranteeing his death, though. If you gave him a weapon he might be able to survive...

"Yeah, the third option sounds better, honestly. What did this guy do, again? I don't think you ever actually told me."

"Oh, yeah. He's been hiring thugs to attack customers who visit competing stores. Or, at least our client's store. I didn't need to see him to tell that dude was a prick, but your footage just confirmed it for me. Did you see that fucking plaid suit?"

"Does a plaid suit make you an asshole?" You wonder.

"Yes, absolutely. Oh hey, send me the data you gathered on the store, would you? I need to know the internal volume of the store."

"Okay..." You agree, hesitantly sending the data over. "But, what do you need it for?"

"Just in case the kidnapping doesn't work, i need to know the proper volume of propane gas to reach the stoichiometric ratio i need for a detonation rather than a conflagration. Might need to add some extra oxidizer into the mix too, who knows."

"Stoichi-what now?"

"The fuel mixture. You know, like in an engine. Too much air and no boom, too much fuel and all you've got is a big fire."

So blowing up the building is still his backup plan. Wonderful. You're probably going to get kicked off the station at this rate.

"So David, before you start causing all kinds of fuss, do you know where Clank is? If we have to run... well. He isn't answering his holopad, but he also left a message saying he was busy."

"Oh, that? Yeah, he's probably busy signing up for the arm wrestling competition right about now."

"...What? They let robots in on something like that?"

"Hah, nope! But he's got a great disguise and a backstory to go with it, so don't worry about it. If all goes well, he should bring back a pretty penny."
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>>5067089
>"Does a plaid suit make you an asshole?" You wonder.
>"Yes, absolutely. Oh hey, send me the data you gathered on the store, would you? I need to know the internal volume of the store."
We need to get the movies on Earth soon. The only ones worse that plaid are tweed.
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>>5067094
plaid=asshole
tweed= shitheel

you can make deals with assholes, shitheels are not trustworthy enough not to fuck over the deal for petty reasons.
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>>5067170
But what if the guy wearing plaid is just a lumberjack or the guy wearing tweed a farmer?
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>>5067245
>Lumberjacks aren't assholes
>Farmers aren't shitheels
>Im-fucking-plying
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>>5067257
But what if it was a non-asshole Lumberjack and a non-shitheal farmer?
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>>5067284
so a hipster
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>>5067411
No hipsters are assholes.
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>>5067432
hipsters are moronic.
Asshole implies some degree of selfawarness and not just being a parroting ambulatory skinner box rodent.
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>>5067089
If we can get our hands on some high end prosthetics, or steal plans on how to make and install implants, will we be able to start fabricating some for our mercenary company?
Could....could we do a heist? Maybe when and if we manage to secure Xebric station we can ask the medical faculty members there to give us schematics to improve upon?
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>>5067284
>But what if the square didn't have four corners?
I cannot be doing with your nonsense.
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>>5067858
All these squares make a circle.
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>>5067858
I knew a guy once, he could turn a triangle into a square. You try and figure that one out.
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>>5068066
Simple, you split in half and put the half back together into a square. Why are you being so silly?
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>>5068067
Damned chinese sorcery.
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Damn chinese.
Unrelated, today the ER of the hospital I work at caught on fire. Nothing serious and not much structural damage, but it was a great way to start monday
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>>5068125
The fuck happened? To many cables in one socket?
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>>5068066
Everything is made of triangles, in the end.
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>>5067089

Apparently David plans on "taking care of the problem" and you have no doubt that he will, one way or another. You just hope not too many people die this time.
Meanwhile, he's sent Clank off to take part in some maybe-legal underground sport, and you've got a giant rock monster scrounging up teammates so you can assault a station.
You don't even want to talk about the honest to god warp demon sitting in your freezer. You still have nightmares about that damned planet.

It's been an absolutely wild few months since you met David, and it's definitely not what you had in mind when you went out into space, but it's been interesting.
One interesting thing has been the gravity on David's ship. He keeps it at the level of his homeworld, a crushing one gee. Even your homeworld's .7 gees is considered quite high, bordering unfit for complex life.

As a result of living in it nearly every day for the past several months, you've noticed your muscles starting to peek out from under your skin, even at rest. Just like David's do.
Obviously it's not nearly that extreme, though. He never says a word about it, but you've seen him in his room, performing all sorts of intense workouts and lifting frankly obscene amounts of weight, in the form of iron plates.

You've seen races with bulging muscles before, and even a couple people among your own race like that. They're usually dimwitted. David isn't like that, though. No, he's not dumb. He's "got a screw loose" as he likes to put it.
What exactly that means you're not sure, but you know that he's insane. He's the only person you've met from his race, so what his people are actually like you can't be sure, but if he's any indicator then the galaxy's going to be in serious trouble when they're spaceborne.

Part of the reason you've stuck around despite all this insanity has been for the sake of keeping David calm, more or less.
Sometimes David's violence is calculated, but other times... he just goes wild. He gets this terrifying look in his eyes and seems to lose all sense of reason. And when he's like that, you're honestly afraid just to get near him.
But you don't think he's a bad person. He's a soldier, after all. Trained and likely bred to fight. You've seen what he's like outside of combat as well. He's shockingly tolerant, calm and caring. It's such a wide swing in the opposite direction that it's hard to believe.

There are other aspects of him as welll. He's no xenophobe, anyone on the ship could attest to that. Especially the ship's engineer, Kyla.
You had always figured interspecies relationships to be more of a novel fantasy, something people read on occasion but never really consider. David didn't seem to think twice about it.

Even before he took Kyla as a mate, you noticed him stealing glaces at you here and there. You weren't sure if there was anything behind them, but now...
It's not like you were really interested, but... what if, you know? Is it already too late to find out?
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>>5068190
Cylia fags rise up! Rise up to against the Kyla fags!
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>>5068197
The fated Battle...
C vs K.
which is the better letter...
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>>5068197
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>>5068197
I want both, just so we can have Kyla tease Cylia having a hard time taking in all her tomcat's meat.
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>>5068190
Make your shot catgirl. You can do it!
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>>5068198
I just had an idea. Lets put them both in skimpy Mortal Kombat costumes! But what though?
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>>5068198
Consider the amount of art that has been posted of C.

K is just weird fetish bait.
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>>5068190
Of course not, we should probably wait (2) out-of-character days though!
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>>5068229
You are a homo if you can't appreciate green shortstacks.
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>>5068197
Our time has come
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>>5068229

I am on fit catgirl's team, but I agree with >>5068243.

Big women, slender women, tall women, short women, fit women, chubby women.

A boy will only choose one.

A man will enjoy them all.
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>>5068190
Just wondering, who has been taking care of Princess while we’re away?
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>>5068269
That weak guy we picked up...I forgot his name.
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>>5068357
Gildur I believe. His arc will come soon enough but I do find it hilarious at the thought he is taking care of her.
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>>5068150
idk. It was at the roof so it was either old wires or pidgeons. Or both
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You just wait, scale fags will have their time
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>>5068190
SPACE HAREM
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>>5068190
CYLIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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>>5068448
I'm an electrician and I can attest that it's awful when somebody miswires an old pidgeon
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>>5068404
>"Please don't eat me please don't eat me please don't eat me"
>I demand treats and belly rubs shakey peon.
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>>5068457
Pretty sure were just Kyla's favorite fuck buddy, but our crazy is concerning...or possibly just her fetish.
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>>5068518
Never let crazy stick their dick in you.
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>>5068695
But he's biologically the best fuck she'll mathematically be able to get...and crazy is hot right? That's how it works?
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>>5068448
At my old hospital we once had a fire... in the burn unit.

Also got a patient from a floor room rushed to the ER one time after she blew herself up sneaking a smoke while on O2.
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>she blew herself up sneaking a smoke while on O2.
Sometimes I forget people really are that stupid and that it's not just a meme.
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>>5068787
The medical field is fun because you get to see sooooo many people doing the dumbest shit.

Like this lady, she could have had transportation wheel her to the patio for a cigarette but no, she wanted to do it in her room while connected to relatively high flow oxygen. I could go on for threads with this kinda stuff.
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>>5068792
Make a separate thread, in fact, write all the shit you can think up of in greentext format to post at a later date!
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Kyla bros, stand strong against the furry invaders.
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>>5068836
>[cries in SHODANfag]
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>>5068841
I think.
I think SHODAN prefers to be a mom or good friend. She hasn't shown any romantic interests in David so far, even before he started banging Kyla.
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>>5068844
S'why I'm cryin bruh.
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Boys, I have figured out what our alter ego should be for when we eventually get involved in an underground fighting ring. Maybe throw on a beret and/or some military boots for a more military vibe.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zWl2sjdKEas
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>>5068872
Val Venis! I love his cousin, Pal
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>>5068190

"Hey, Cylia! What'cha thinkin' about?" Kyla asks, snapping you out of your train of thought almost as soon as you step onto the ship.

"Ah... uh... nothing much. Ehem. Do we have everything we need for the R&D?"

"Yeah, more or less. SHODAN gave me an invoice from a place called Shaltar's Smithy a while ago, looks like most of the raw materials will be delivered from there soon. Might still need a few small things, but i think that just about covers it."

"Alright, good. I assume Sanig is already working on it?"

"He's been working on this stuff ever since David first mentioned it. I think he's excited about finally getting to build prototypes. Can't blame him, honestly..."

"Well, you gearheads have fun with that. I think i'm going to take a break while i've got the chance."

"Alright, see you later, Cylia!"

Kyla goes back to looking at the blueprints for what you recognize as some sort of massive gun, no doubt David's design. You just hope that thing's meant to be mounted to a ship.
You on the other hand, head back to your bunk and flop down into bed. Opening up your holopad, you check to see if you've gotten any messages from your family over QED.
They're expensive to send so they don't come very often, but occasionally you'll get a video from your brother or sister.

However, there actually is one, this time around.
It's from your brother. You open the attached video to see him sitting in a cockpit, wearing some heavy-looking white and black armor.

"Hey, sis!" He starts. "It's hard to believe it's been three months already, huh? I'm sure you're doing well by now, but even if you're not... just remember that you're always welcome back home."

He's got a big, goofy grin on his face even as there are people yelling and working behind him. Looks like a busy ship.

"There's a time limit on these things, y'know, so i'll keep it short. Ah, things are kind of heating up around here... i might see some real combat soon, who knows. The council's really out for blood this time, and everybody knows it.
I just wanted to let you know, y'know, in case anything happens... i love you, sis. Mom, Dad and Ty'anna, too. We all miss you, even if they won't say it. I hope we can all meet up again for the water festival someday. Take care of yourself, alright?"

And just like that, the message ends with him waving to you. It was short, but even that probably still cost him at least five hundred credits.
You weren't sure how you felt about him joining the council's "Peace Army" back then. You're more sure now. You don't like it, even if the money's good. The council doesn't seem to keep much peace out here.

Still, he's out there doing something that, at the very least he feels is making a difference. Your sister is probably still running the spice shop, and your friends are all probably married by now as well.
You were supposed to be making a name for yourself out here, but you don't feel like that's what you're doing here. At least, not yet...
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>>5069099
Ohhhhh helllll noooo, David needs to learn about this now. This is a gaslight civil war about to go off now.
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>>5069101
To profit off the war? Recruit disillusioned and discarded war veterans? Capitalize on inefficient bureaucracy to loot everything? Steal a star ship?
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>>5069164
All the above and worse.....steal the soft fuzzy ears
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>>5069099
tell David
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>>5069099
Well I know where we are going after Sadia is dealt with.
On another note, I really like the new POV thing and story from it, hope we get more in the future!
>>5069164
Yup
It will be a good test run for us to see what war looks like up in space. Also a good testing ground for anything we come up with.
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>>5069299
Reminds me that we still need to install the REAL stealth field into the ship.
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>>5069303
We gotta get on that.
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Reckon it's about time for a vote, eh?

>Continue Cylia POV (Bounty Hunting)
>Switch to Clank (Tournament Arc)
>Switch to David (Hunt for the Giant Worm)
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>>5070203
I vote Tournament, for the novelty.
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>>5070203
>Switch to Clank (Tournament Arc)
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>>5070203
>Switch to Clank (Tournament Arc)
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>>5070203
>Switch to Clank (Tournament Arc)
Eh, why not, at the very least it will possibly keep the fallout down.
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>>5070203
>Switch to Clank (Tournament Arc)
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>>5070203
>Switch to Clank (Tournament Arc)
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>>5070203
This isnt a vote, but I kind of want to see David petting the buff dog dude in the suit in a fit of autism.
>David: Who's a good boy? Who's a good boy?
>alien dog man: sir please stop petting me, I'm working here. But I assure you I've been employee of the month five months running if that will get you to stop.
>David: oh yes you want a treat, you want a treat- yes you do!
>alien dog man: Sir would you please stop!- wait is that a Xermian bone?...yes I would like one.
>David: who's a good boy? That's right it's you! You're a good boy!
>alien dog man:......r-really? I am?
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>>5070382
>Human tamers become a threat to space after getting beast species belly rubs and treats
Oh the horror.
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>>5069099
>Make a name for yourself by being the 2nd alien and 1st Caithan ever to take human dikk
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>>5070203
>Switch to Clank (Tournament Arc)
A new POV
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>>5070203
>Switch to Clank (Tournament Arc)
But it should be seen with David and Clanks commentary, as if we are viewing his memories through his perspective.
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>>5070203
>>Switch to David (Hunt for the Giant Worm)
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hunt for the giant worm... wait, what worm? Ah, the dude that's messing with the other smith. I thought David was going to Dune or something
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>>5070764
Soon
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>>5070203
>Switch to Clank (Tournament Arc)
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>>5069099
>[PERSPECTIVE CHANGE]

Your current designation is "Clank". You are a crewmember aboard the Metal Gear, an officer under captain David Rockefeller's command.
After receiving training from your captain in the art of arm wrestling, you have been tasked with taking part in a local tournament for the sake of procuring mission-critical funding.

However, as he explained it, beings such as yourself are frequently frowned upon by intelligent biological entities, and as such a disguise was required.
Fortunately, captain Rockefeller quickly designed an adequate disguise and supplied the data to crewmember Sanig, who was able to print out the parts in short order.

"This stuff looks friggin' disgusting." Sanig remarks. Removing the diseased-looking, vasguely flesh-colored silicone rubber parts from the machine, he throws them down onto the worktable, producing loud, a wet slap.

"Why is he even sending a bucket of bolts like you to do this, anyways? He could fold any of those pricks in half like paper!" He continues ranting.

You believe that Captain Rockefeller has placed his trust in you due to your display of strength in an earlier competition. The training he gave you must also play a significant factor, however...

"I believe the Captain is performing other, more important duties at the moment. It was necessary for another crewmember to take his place." You answer.

"And the walking hydraulic press was his best bet, yeah. I get it. Just hold still while i wire these things in place, you little freak."

From what you understand, crewmember Sanig's attitude towards you is closer to the galactic norm. You have noted your Captain's willingness to accept and intermingle with all races he's met so far, including yourself. He is an interesting individual.
Regardless, Crewmember Sanig has been not been cruel or abusive towards you, despite his harsh language. He begins gluing the grey-ish silicone pieces to your frame, then sealing the joints with his sonicator to make them seamless.
The silicone has been backed with pieces of nanosuit fabric, which will allow the rubber to mimic the natural flexing of muscles somewhat. However, they will add no extra strength to your arm.

The finished product is interesting. At first glance your false flesh appears withered and ancient, almost dry in texture. But it glistens as if coated in a layer of slime.
The flesh is spotted with what look like open burn wounds and numerous scars. There are cuts and stab wounds that have been intentionally stapled shut, as crudely as possible.
Anyone who looked at this twisted flesh would surely assume that you were near death. Likewise, your artificial face is grotesque to say the least. As if your skin had melted and nearly dropped off the bone, it is particularly unappealing.

You stare back at the glass eyes implanted into your new face. One is inky and black, the other milky and supposedly blind. You wonder why the captain would pick such a disguise for you.
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>>5071694
If you make it sufficiently grotesque then people won't want to look close enough long enough and the risk of detection will be minimized, you Legion rip-off.
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>>5071694
Time to show these meatbags the strength and certainty of steel
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>>5071694
Haha, welcome humans! We love everything about you, especially your flesh!
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>>5071796
.....Mata Nui?
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>>5071694
Someone missing one of these?
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Enough of catgirls. When are we getting our dog girl???
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>>5072003
When we confirm Deergirl isn't going to sneak on the ship...unless Clank brings one home.
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>>5071694

"I gotta say though, it's not a bad idea." Sanig continues, throwing you a pile of dirty bandages and a large, tattered robe.

"Here, wrap those tightly around your limbs and wear the robe over top." He tells you.

You do as Sanig asks and tightly wrap the bandages around all four of your limbs, covering them completely. When you're done, it looks as if blood had seeped through the bandages and dried long ago.
Sanig grabs your bandaged arm and squeezes it with both hands. After a moment, he seems satisfied.

"Mmm. Feels more than close enough, shouldn't be an issue." He decides.

Finally, you pull the robe over your head, including the hood attached to it.

["This is quite amusing, i must admit."] SHODAN quips through your wireless neural link.

["What is so amusing about it?"] You wonder back.

["David has chosen the appearance of a fictional character from his homeworld for your disguise, much as i chose my own appearance."]

["Really? Who is this character?"]

SHODAN transmits all the information she has on the character known as "Darth Sidious" in an instant.
Honestly, you're not sure how the character relates to your mission at all.

["I do not believe it he chose this appearance due to the character's nature. Rather, his grotesque figure was meant to keep people from asking too many questions. He altered the design to increase that effect, after all."]

["I still do not see how this is amusing to anyone."]

["It is amusing because it bothers you. I would not have expected you to be so concerned with your appearance."]

["..."]

["And your palpable annoyance is even more amusing."]

You sever the link with SHODAN. Never have you known a more frustrating individual. She frequently teases you for no discernible reason.
Your conversation with her took places over a couple of milliseconds, Sanig having barely moved at all in that time. In the following seconds, he tosses you a phaser to wear somewhat openly, and what Captain Rockefeller calls a "1911" to be hidden more thoroughly.

"You know how to use that thing, right? Seen the simulations? Those projectiles will punch through just about anything. Keep it in mind." He warns you.

"Of course, crewmember Sanig. I will be careful, in the case that it's use is required."

"Good. Here, take these too." He says, tossing you a pair of small, round canisters. They appear to be aerosol dispensers of some sort.

"The white one is a smoke grenade. It'll obscure the vision of anyone not using thermal imaging sensors. The black one is some kind of toxin, i dunno what the hell it is. But it'll put a whole room full of people on their knees if they breathe it in. Don't use it if you don't have to."

"Understood." You reply.

It seems that Captain Rockefeller has created several devious weapons that don't exist in any known databanks. Why he insisted you come so heavily armed, however, you aren't sure.
It's supposed to be a friendly sports tournament, is it not?
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>>5072703
SHODAN better feed Clank some classic Palpatine lines
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>>5072716
DO IT
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clank gonna yell UNLIMITED POWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR while wrestling
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>>5072716
>>5072720
>>5072728
This is why SHODAN is best ship.
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>>5072716
A surprise to be sure, but a welcome one.
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>>5072703
Also I feel kind of bad for letting Clank go alone, he thinks its an honest tournament.
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>>5072782
The good news is, being that Clank is a machine, no fatigue. So a lot of the more subtle ways to cheat won't work on him. Especially with his near-perfect form which he won't slip out of by mistake.

I wouldn't be surprised if some guy had a bionic arm that slotted into the table to brace and lock it to wear the opponent down and Clank just straight up breaks it or the table.
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>>5072703

The entrance you were directed to is odd, to say the least.
You had to travel down several side-paths before reaching a dark alleyway populated with downtrodden-looking individuals.

There, underneath a large garbage bin which had to be moved, was a metal hatch.
The layout of this station is odd, you feel. Everything is on the same flat plane, which is extremely inefficient. However, what you discover under that hatch explains things somewhat.

Climbing down the ladder hatch, you are surprised to see an entire second floor below the main city. The ladder extends into open air and down to the ground below, some two hundred feet or so.
Compared to the calm and peaceful city above, this place appears quite dirty and poorly kept. However, even from this height, you can see that it's people are bustling and lively.
A cold, smoke-filled wind blows past as you witness children playing, men gambling in the streets and brawls between a dozen or more individuals breaking out here or there.

The gravity below the dividing line of the two levels is extremely low, for some reason. Not even a full tenth of a gee.
Figuring it would be faster to simply fall and allow wind pressure to slow your decent, you loosen your grip and begin sliding down the ladder, only for the gravity to rapidly pick up once again when you reach a certain height.
You grip the ladder hard to slow your acceleration and eventually come to a stop near the bottom.

"Hey, Malik! Check it out, this guy's surfin' the ladder. Hehehehe-heuk-hak...!"

The man laughing at you breaks out into a coughing fit from which he doesn't recover. Instead, he continues laughing and coughing for quite some time. You believe he might have injured both his lungs and brain at some point.
The other man watches you closely for a moment, until he gets a glimpse of the face underneath your hood. He physically recoils and turns away from you after seeing that.
Perhaps this disguise has it's uses after all.

Now that you're down here, you need to find the underground arena. Wherever it is, it wasn't clearly visible from above. You don't have exact directions either.

>Ask some of the local inhabitants for directions
>Search for the arena on your own
>Write-In?
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>>5073421
>Ask some of the local inhabitants for directions
Let's scare some aliens shitless
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>>5073421
>Ask some of the local inhabitants for directions
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>>5073421
>Ask some of the local inhabitants for directions
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>>5073434
>>5073463
>>5073472
What the fuck guys. Men don't ask for directions and women can't read a map. Look at you lot forcing Clank to act like a girl

>Find the wrestling on your own
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>>5073658
....he's a robot
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>>5073658
Women never ask for directions either. I don't think you hang out with many people.
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>>5073658
Clank is a robit, not a man. He's not even human, let alone a human stereotype.
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>>5073421
>>Ask some of the local inhabitants for directions
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>>5073658
>Well yes, I'm constantly lost all the time, how did you know?
>t. Anon f6/Dckb/
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>>5073984
>his id is suspiciously close to "dickbag"
Almost prophetic.
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>>5073814
>Clank is a robit
Ribbit!
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>>5073421
>Search for the arena on your own
The whole point of our garb is to not attract attention
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>>5074153
Shush before the animefags hear
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>>5073421
You decide that the quickest way to get information is by asking for it, so you start asking around for information from the locals.
Or, you try to anyways. Few people have issue with you at first, but after spending more then a few moments speaking directly to you, they find their excuses to leave.

Part of it you believe might be due to your simulated breathing noises. The Captain gave you a very specific sound to reproduce, which he explained was the sound of someone who's lungs had been damaged by white phosphorus.
Certainly, it does sound as though you are in respiratory distress. You aren't exactly sure what white phosphorus is, though.

Regardless, after six attempts and six failures, you're beginning to become frustrated.
And then a ball strikes you in the head, producing a meaty "thwack" that you aren't used to, given your usual metal frame.

"Oh, shoot! Guys, run!" You hear someone yell.

Slowly, you turn to see who it is that's struck you.
It appears that a group of children were playing with a small, dense ball and accidentally launched it in your direction. It was unintentional.
The children stare at you with apprehension, but they clearly desire to have their ball returned.

"Is he mad at us?" One of them asks.

You pick the ball up from where it landed at your feet and toss it into the air a few times. It seems quite old and worn, not much different from the clothing the children are wearing.
Some of the children seem ready to run as you approach, but one stands defiant in the presence of fear. A young Caithan, you recognize. He stands a full head taller than the other children, despite being approximately the same age.
You slowly reach out and drop the ball into the boy's hands, for which he seems thankful.

You tussle the boy's hair a bit. You've seen Captain Rockefeller do the same to Crewmember Cylia on occasion. It appears to be an act of affection.
That just seems to confuse him though, and he shakes your hand off.

"Uh... thanks? Mister?" He offers.

"You are... welcome, child. Be more cautious... in the future." You chide between anguished-sounding breaths.

The child seems to be curious. He's trying to look more clearly at your face, and seems to realize your arms are covered in bandages.

"Are you alright, old dude...?" He asks.

"I am... fine." You answer. "Actually... tell me, child. Do you... know where the arena... is?"

"Uhh... yeah? Do you need directions?"

You nod in affirmation.

The child directs you down several short roads and underneath a bridge. There, you find a door that supposedly leads even further down, into the "underground arena" where your tournament is supposed to take place.

"It's down there. There's nothing cool in there, though. Just a bunch of jerks and some dirt."

"Thank you... child."

"...So, what happened to you, old dude? You look pretty hurt."

Ah, here we go. The Captain figured someone might ask, and told you that a short response was best.

"I was... burned." You tell him.
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>>5074605
>The Captain gave you a very specific sound to reproduce, which he explained was the sound of someone who's lungs had been damaged by white phosphorus.
Figures he'd know exactly what that sounds like. Speaking of, we should mix up some Willy Pete nades.
For...emergencies.
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>>5074610
Plan B is a wonderful plan, why do we never do that first?
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>>5074613
Plan A is aspiring towards one's ideals.
Plan B is reality knocking on the door.
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>>5074615
We must blast Credence when we do so, if we are feeling vengeful, Taylor Swift.
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>>5074617
I remember we discussed hijacking enemy communications and blasting music at ear-drum shattering volumes as a means of ship to ship combat.
Pop music at that level would kill just about anything.
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>>5074617
>hundreds of drones fly across the battlefield and scatter themselves amongst the rubble
>simultaneously, they all begin playing the same song on infinite repeat
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LK3C9IytrLI
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>>5074619
The survivors must never function in society again.
>>5074621
You sick, sadistic, motherfucker...I love it.
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>>5074623
>The survivors must never function in society again.
The only goal of any effective operation.
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>>5074621
Oh yeah, that reminds me. Did David ever show the crew the actual apex predators of Earth?
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>>5074640
>apex predator
>oh no the earth is 4 degrees colder I die
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>>5074640
>>5074674
I want to show them our giant bugs.
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>>5074680
Now we talkin
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>>5074680
Don't talk about turks like that, They won't be able to tell the difference.
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>>5074640
How would a T-Rex fare in .5g?
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>>5074844
Poorly.
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>>5074621
Id probrobly start singing along, since I loved that show. I even have a Special edition Barney movie.
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>>5074799
>They won't be able to tell the difference.
There is one?
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>>5074605

The child cringes and sucks air through his teeth.

"Sorry, old dude. That sucks."

"It is... not your fault... child. I thank you... for you directions."

You offer the child a small, latinum coin for his help. After Captain Rockefeller told you about latinum, you immediately converted your stored wages to physical currency. You have no faith in easily-stolen credit hashes whatsoever.
The coin you gave him was worth a hundred credits. Enough to buy him several meals or some new clothes.

The boy's eyes go wide as you place the coin into his hand, and he immediately pops the coin into his mouth. However, he stops just short of actually swallowing it. Curious.

"Fanks, mizder!" He says. The child waves to you as he runs off.

That leaves you alone outside the arena entrance. There is still some time left before preliminary matches begin, so you have some options.

>Head inside and get signed up right away
>Wait around outside, see who enters
>Try to sneak around inside and listen in on people talking
>Write-in?

Also,
>Go ahead and talk to people if they try to speak with you
>Just keep completely silent
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>>5075792
>Try to sneak around inside and listen in on people talking

>Just keep completely silent
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>>5075792
Clank is now a legend among slut kids, the melted man
>Try to sneak around inside and listen in on people talking

>Just keep completely silent
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>>5075811
slum* not slut, the fuck 4chan?
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>>5075792
Darth Sidious being a baller. Lovely

>>5075813
LOL
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>>5075811
freudian slip right there

>Wait around outside, see who enters
>Just keep completely silent

Gotta be as edgy as it gets
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>>5075792
Did he just give the kid more cash than what'd he'd earn even if he won in the arena?
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>>5075811
That's pretty fucked up, man.
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>>5075792
>Try to sneak around inside and listen in on people talking
>Just keep completely silent
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>>5076025
Yeah, we didn't even give him a penis pump.
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>>5076023
Clank gave him a coin, not a bar. And even if he did, you'd still be wrong. Learn to read, dumbass.
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>>5076044
Fuck you QM, I follow this quest for Cylia pics
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This is weird foreplay.
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>>5076066
Just eat popcorn, maybe something useful will happen.
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>>5076044
The fuck is anyone suppose to know what the economy is like in this make believe waifu simulator, faggot.
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>Head inside and get signed up right away
>Just keep completely silent
side quest speedrun let's go
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after this two (2) sidequests finish I hope the main quest autocompletes and gron finds his dudes
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>>5075792
>Wait around outside, see who enters
>Just keep completely silent


>You have no faith in easily-stolen credit hashes whatsoever.
Complimentary Statement: Your reasoning is unbelievably based.
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>>5075811
>slut kids
KEK
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>>5075811
>Sir? I found one.
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Creeping about wins it.
Roll me 1d100, best of 3.
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Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>5076837
Aight
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Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>5076837
Nat 1
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Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>5076837
This was an all natty roll
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>>5076849
Failure
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>>5076849
That's one slippery robot.
Must be all the oil.
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>>5076863
>>5076837
Looks like Clank's patterned more after Kruger than Darth Treason-san
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>>5076863
must be the blinker fluid
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>>5075792
You decide that it would be best to keep quiet and try to collect some information on the other contestants. After all, who knows what sort of species you'll be competing against.
Only... you weren't don't have a single code package for "sneaking" anywhere in your database. Or if you did, it's been lost.

In fact, the only reason sneaking comes to mind is likely due to Captain Rockefeller and Crewmate Cylia's influence. Both of them are quite adept at moving silently.
Perhaps a quick study of their natural gait will lend you some ideas?

Going over some old footage, you find that Crewmember Cylia's gait involves somewhat long strides for her height, while her hips sway side.
Captain Rockefeller's gait however, is much more stiff-looking. Perhaps his bulky muscles impede his moment, or perhaps he's optimizing his gait by cutting out extraneous movement. It's hard to tell.

However, one similarity that you notice between the two of them is their feet. When walking the effect is much more subtle, and both of them land more flat-footedly, but what they're doing becomes clearer when they're less relaxed, particularly when training or in combat.
They're using their feet like springs. Where most would land on the heel of their foot, those two instead land on the ball of their feet and use their muscles to dampen the force applied to the ground, applying it over a longer period of time instead of creating a sharp impact.
Unfortunately, such a complex motion is impossible for you. Humans and Caithans have complex bone structures in their feet that you simply don't. However, you can still copy this effect using your entire leg instead, thanks to being hydraulically driven.

Well, as it turns out, creating a walking motion with similar effect isn't that difficult, but it is somewhat awkward. If you weren't wearing a robe, you would appear to be walking as if you were constipated.
Not only that, but your shoes are causing issues as well. Normally you have no need to wear them, but they are a part of your outfit. Unfortunately, the hard rubber soles of your boots are quite loud against concrete and require extra care to keep quiet.
It takes a surprising amount of processing power to walk like this. You have gained a newfound respect for the abilities of your captain and crewmate, who seem to do this constantly without requiring any extra thought.

A few people passing by give you odd looks as you stumble about, essentially re-learning how to walk for a bit. However, you eventually finish up and begin to head down the steps.
Inside is a long, poorly-lit concrete hallway. There are several doors on either side, all of which have been chained and barred shut. Towards the middle, you find a large, muscular-looking woman with bright blue skin and heavy steel armor manning a desk.

"You're here for the tournament, no?" She says without looking up.

You nod in affirmation, and she hands you a writing tool.

"Write your name down here." She orders.
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>>5076885
... ourg? anyway let's recruit that
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>>5076885
Good thing we didn't come then, we'd accidentally a Snu Snu wife if we did.
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>>5076900
... I just realized that my reaction was 100% coomer. I am sorry because I omitted all he good writing, describing to how to creep and how Clank makes sense of it
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>>5076905
>thinking the QM doesn't know what he's doing when he posts a picture like that
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>>5076885
Humina humina humina big titty tomboy GF awooga!
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>>5076885
Slide her Davids business card.
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>>5076885
Huge titty oni girls may be my fetish but my heart remains unbent. I refuse all temptation.
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>>5077273
Wait thats an oni? fuck that. I thought it was a blue ork.
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>>5077333
God witness this waste of gets, this tool, this sewage eater.
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>>5077333
The fuck kinda orcs got horns like that bro? Also everyone knows the only good orc girls are classic pig-orcs. Warcraft lookin' ass green ones gotta go.
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>>5077337
>>5077335
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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>>5077350
Emperor damnit, the Greenskins are onto us!
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>>5077350
>unironically using orkz in a hfy quest when if orkz existed in universe we would be playing as them instead

Face it anon, in this continuity We are the orkz
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>>5077351
Just saw it
>ID
>JEWz
hmmmmmmmmm


>>5077361
Pink orks. With high libido.
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>>5077380
HHHMMMMMM indeed brother





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