>Kinda starting late.>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Pariah%20QuestYou are Kylan Arvus, former Lieutenant of the Terran Federation Marine Corps, and a Chimera. You used to be human but after a run in with an Icorani Queen (Giant Psychic Bug) you nearly died and were accidentally put back together using alien DNA by the Sophons, a technologically superior isolationist race. After finding out that you had spent about 50 years floating through space in a coma, you struck a deal with the Sophon Board of Directors to provide them with data on your new body in exchange for some credits, gear, and an identity within the Galactic Republic. You accompanied the adjutant assigned to you, Jorcos, to the Psionics Laboratories where you met Decala, the surprisingly bubbly Sophon Psionics expert. A few tests helped to determine the extent of your physiological changes as well as the potency of your psychic powers. During this process, you nearly slagged the lab with your new abilities and accidentally flashed Jorcos and Decala.>Cont.
Traits:Psion: You are a Psion, the next stage in human evolution. You possess abilities that bend the laws of physics to a certain degree. Your powers can range from Telepathy to Biokinesis. Psionic powers vary across races, with some races developing their own techniques.Spacer: You were born aboard a ship traveling the cold void. You spent most of your life in space and as a result are very familiar with ships and space stations and environs with low gravity.Scarred: You took part in several Black Operations for the Federation during your time as a Marine. Many were morally wrong and left you feeling conflicted inside. You may have psychological issues that require sorting out.True Professional: You are very, very good at your job. You are trained in many forms of hand-to-hand combat, are proficient with a variety of weapons, ranging from simple melee to complex ranged. You can operate many kinds of vehicles and have knowledge to use many pieces of equipment. You are extremely well versed in military protocol and SOP. Your universal translator implant allows you to understand most languages used throughout the galaxy but you can speak several without its aid.Chimera: You possess some qualities of other alien species such as enhanced strength, stamina, dexterity, nightvision, and a redundant nervous system.>Cont.
Abilities:Telekinesis (Level 0): You are capable of moving some objects around.Telepathy (Level 0): You are capable of sensing the presence of some people.Electrokinesis (Level 1): You are capable of firing bolts of electricity from your hands. You can also sense and redirect electrical currents.Technokinesis (Level 0): You can sense and influence some machinery.Overcharge: Engaging this ability will enhance your psionic abilities to incredible levels. Upon using up your Overcharge, your psionic abilities will be unavailable for a short period of time and your energy reserves will be depleted. Energy will need to be replenished very quickly. Excessive use of Overcharge will cause damage to your body.________________________________________________________________________You are currently standing in the slagged remnants of the Psionics Testing Labs. You are alone with Decala, who is staring at you. Jorcos left less than a minute ago. You were about to say something when your stomach suddenly gives an almighty rumble.Dacala starts, looking at you with what would probably be a concerned expression if it weren't for the helmet."What... what was that?">What do you say/do?>For certain actions, I'll have you roll 1d100. Highest of first three determines success. Course of action is determined by general consensus.
>>23616581"Sooooooo, what time do you get off work? You and me, we could go get something to eat."
>>23616581"Hunger. Brains are good from what I've heard, but I prefer something edible. Like pizza. Do you have pizza?"
>>23616598This is good.
>>23616615Pizza sounds good.
>Sorry, had to book tickets. Anyways, gonna try shorter, faster updates."Sooooooo, what time do you get off work? You and me, we could go get something to eat." You say."Well, seeing as you destroyed my lab I actually don't have any work right now." Decala says, crossing her arms over her chest. "But are you saying that what I just heard was your digestive system? What causes that sound?"You grin as you push your Aviators up the bridge of your nose. ""Hunger. Brains are good from what I've heard, but I prefer something edible. Like pizza. Do you have pizza?"Decala makes an affronted noise,"What? Brains? Pizza? I don't understand what you're saying. Are you making fun of me?">What do you say/do?
>>23616812"No, I'm offering to take you out to dinner."
>>23616812"Food, m'lady, do you eat it?"
>>23616812"No, no, you have it all mistaken. I'm asking if you'd like to get something to eat, with my company. Show me the sights, you know?"
"Food, m'lady, do you eat it?" You ask.Decala looks like she's glaring at you. "Yes, I do eat food.""I'm offering to take you out to dinner.""But it's still morning.""No, no, you have it all mistaken. I'm asking if you'd like to get something to eat, with my company. Show me the sights, you know?"Now she looks confused, "Why would you want to eat a meal with me? What sights would I show you?>What do you say/do?
>>23616997"I'm gonna go eat."
>>23616997"I was hoping you were going to show me the cool shit on the planet, but it seems the concept doesn't really carry over. Just show me where I can get something to eat then."
>>23616997"Oh for crying out loud. I am hungry, I am asking for you to show me around while acquiring sustenance and possibly talking and perhaps bonding."
>>23616997(face palm) :dear god fifty years and by ability to woo women is all but atrophied "I need food, I enjoy company, conversation and pretty women when I eat... I think you could help me with all three, would you please join me? (offer her our hand )
>>23616997"I thought the concept would carry over. It is a human tradition to eat communally and converse with others. A bonding ritual, if you will."
>>23616997I'd like to take this opportunity to send a message to those directors we met, offering our services as a clandestine operative unaffiliated with their government, willing to do work for cash.
>>23617108>>23617170I vote for both of these suggestions
You let out a long sigh and rub the bridge of your nose. "I thought the concept would carry over. It is a human tradition to eat communally and converse with others. A bonding ritual, if you will."Decal looks curious, "A bonding ritual? Ohhhh, I understand now. You were being rather unclear a minute ago. But why would you want to share a meal with me?"You smile and hold out your hand, "I enjoy company, conversation and pretty women when I eat. I think you could help me with all three, would you please join me?""Pretty? You haven't even seen my face! What are you playing at?!" She's angry again.>What do you do?
>>23617253"What are you even getting angry at?"Walk off and find our own way now.
>>23617253"I have no idea what traits your people consider attractive or unattractive anyway. Whether or not I've seen your face doesn't matter!"
>>23617253"I did not realize that your people only judged other people by their looks. I am sorry if i offended you. Now if you will excuse me i am in dire need of nutrition."Walk away and get something to eat.
>>23617253your lovely voice, my dear also, I play at nothing just wanted to get to know you is all
>>23617253"It's becoming obvious to me that I'm unsure of your social paradigms and you're unsure of mine. Mea culpa."
>>23617253I'm just teasing, come on, show me where the food is.
"I have no idea what traits your people consider attractive or unattractive anyway. Whether or not I've seen your face doesn't matter!" You exclaim."It's illogical to automatically assume that I'm attractive just because I'm female!" She shouts back.You throw your hands up, "I did not realize that your people only judged other people by their looks. I am sorry if I offended you. Now if you will excuse me I am in dire need of nutrition."You turn to walk off but suddenly Decala has grabbed your hand."Wait! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to anger you. It's just that nobody has ever called me pretty before."You turn around to face her and she continues. "We Sophons spend the majority of our lives in our suits and we judge attractiveness based on skill and body language. In both I'm decidedly lacking. I chose a dead-end field and I'm overly reactive. I know for a fact that humans judge attractiveness by other physical characteristics so I thought you were playing a prank on me. It's happened before." Suddenly, she seems rather sad. "Besides, what about me could you possibly be attracted to?""Your lovely voice." You respond and she snorts."It's becoming obvious to me that I'm unsure of your social paradigms and you're unsure of mine." You continue. "I play at nothing just wanted to get to know you is all."Decala look happier, "Fine then. I'll come along for a meal."The two of you leave the lab and continue down the hallways until you reach what appears to be a cafeteria. Several Sophons are milling about in groups. The appear to be sipping from canisters of blue liquid through straws built into their helmets.You and Decala approach a tall organic looking vendor and Decala steps forward and presses a button on its face. Two canisters of the liquid slide out of the machine and Decala takes one and hands it to you."Your amino acids are compatible with ours so this should be okay for you to drink. Try it!" She says as she sips from her own.>What do you say/do?
>>23617673Try it, of course."So, now that you've got those scans of me, still think your research will be a dead end?"
>>23617673Try it."I hope it is blueberry flavored."
>>23617673thanks (take a sip ) "so tell me about your self "
>>23617673"Built in straws. That's genius. That's just genius. Why didn't humans invent anything like that?""Is it blueberry?"
>>23617820"Best thing since the upside down ketchup bottle was invented."
>>23617673>should be okay for you to drinkooh boy, i hope we dont get the shits
"I hope it's blueberry flavored." You say as you take a sip.It tastes odd, the flavor sitting heavily on your tongue. It's slightly sweet, but similar to chicken. And avocados. You honestly don't know what to make of it.Distracting yourself from the unusual flavor of the drink, you say "Built in straws. That's genius. That's just genius. Why didn't humans invent anything like that?""Probably because you were too busy beating each other over the head with large rocks." Decala says. She turns to look at you and you're getting the feeling that she's grinning.You smile back and decide to strike up some small talk. "So tell me about yourself.""What do you want to know?" She says as she takes another sip.>What do you say/do?>BTW I wait for bit to gather up a decent number of posts before writing.
>>23617973"do you like heavy metal?"
>>23617973"How long have you worked here for? What is this building, by the way?"
>>23617973"How long ago did you complete your education?"
"So, How long ago did you complete your education?" You query.Decala pauses as she thinks about that question. "Well, I hold to belief that you never stop learning so therefore my education continues to this day. But if you mean when did I finish the Sophon equivalent of college, well, about 8 years ago, when I was about 12 cycles old. I understand that humans generally don't finish til they are 24 cycles old."You take a sip of your beverage to at that but forge ahead. "How long have you worked here for? What is this building, by the way?"Decala walks over to a table and sits down and you follow. "This 'building' as you put it, is the Carpath, a space elevator. I've lived aboard it my entire life."Decala leans forward, "Now it's my turn. Tell me about yourself. Where were you born? How'd you discover your psionic abilities?">What say/do?
>>23617973"hey we eventually figured out to use a stick with a point even " (:P)so what sorta music do you like ?whats there to do for fun here?
>>23618249I was born in (whatever space station we were). I was getting bullied and my psionic abilities just popped out in response as a defensive mechanism, so to say
>>23618249spent my live on a ship parents were mineworkers we moved asteroid to asteroidas for my psionic abilities I got into a fight when I was still in school during a break I was just getting plumed, every one liked to beat on the new kid. I got a hell of a shock when it happen, so did he (chuckle )so...so what sorta music do you like ?whats there to do for fun here?
>>23618249"Not too dissimilar actually. Born on an old Navy warship, raised pretty much by the military.""My Psionics? I was young and at school when a bully cornered me. Put him through three bulkheads on reflex."
>>23618355So we killed him?
"I was born on the TFS Dauntless, a Federation Peacekeeper cruiser. My dad was a Gunnery Officer and my mom was a Navigator. We shifted around a bit after I was born, so I was always the new kid." You paused as you recalled your encounter with Huxley. "I got into a fight when I was still in school during a break. I was getting pummeled and my psionic abilities just popped out in response as a 'defensive mechanism', so to say. I got a hell of a shock when it happened, but so did he." You chuckle a bit.Decala nodded, "So that was when your Government came for you correct? What was this 'Ascension Program' like?">Roll 2d10 for Events
Rolled 2, 8 = 10>>23618489idk
Rolled 8, 3 = 11>>23618489"It was tough and grueling, but worth it in the end."
Rolled 8, 8 = 16>>23618489
Rolled 8, 5 = 13>>23618512>>23618516>>23618520Needs more 8.
>>23618528>>23618520>>23618516>>23618512RNG sure likes those 8's
>Sorry, had to answer door.>Decisions, Decisions>One of the Pack: You formed a close partnership with your team during your time in the Ascension Program. Trait: Back-to-Back>Determined: You were dead set on making sure that you graduated at the top of your class. Trait: Relentless>What do you choose?>Also, due to all the Eights rolled I'm giving you:>>Lone Wolf: You worked exceedingly well on your own. Trait: Lonesome (No, this and One of the Pack aren't mutually exclusive.)
>>23618709>Determined: You were dead set on making sure that you graduated at the top of your class. Trait: RelentlessEven though being a relentless lone wolf is kind of cliche.
>>23618709I'll say one of the pack. Maybe this made us enjoy the program, making our first real friends ever.
>>23618709Determined.Should be pretty useful if they're just going to dump us on some planet and we're going to go full mercenary with no backup.>off for the night
>>23618758I vote one of the pack...but have the urge to mention that perhaps "the pack" formed because the kids in the program had the living crap beat out of them day in and day out.
>>23618709>Determined >>23618730I have no problem with going psychic Noble Six
Rolled 7, 7 = 14>>23618709>>Determined: You were dead set on making sure that you graduated at the top of your class. Trait: Relentless
You smile a bit as you recall your time in the Ascension Program. It was rough. You and twenty-odd kids in one barracks. It was coed but you learned not to ogle the girls early on. You got on alright with everyone but in training you found that you worked best alone. You could work in teams if you wanted, but it wasn't particularly appealing. Your nature of driving onwards to success had a tendency of leaving your compatriots in the dust. You graduated at the top of your class and earned the rank of Sergeant Major right off the bat."It was tough and grueling, but worth it in the end." You tell Decala. "I spent years in there. People considered me a 'Lone Wolf' since I was always working on my own. But I was determined to be the best and I definitely succeeded there.">I'm getting tired guys. Tell you what, if this survives autosage I'll continue tomorrow sometime in the afternoon.
>>23619159Cool, thanks OP.
>>23619159Sounds good OP.
>>23619159I hope somebody else bumps this every so often. Cause I won't be able to after this.
Bump before bed.
>Glad to see this survived. Will post sporadically over next few hours. Don't expect serious questing til 19:00, board time.Decals nods as she continues to sip her drink. "You strike me as the kind of person who would stop at nothing to get what they want. That can be a good thing or a bad thing. How's your drink?"Apart from the unusual taste, the liquid does do a pretty good job of filling you up. You aren't that hungry anymore.>Action?
>>23625177"Why did you chose to study psionics?"
>>23625177"Tastes a little different, but does its job, I'll have to see about finding some nice bourbon soon, 50 years without a decent drink..."
"Tastes a little different, but does its job." You say upon finishing you glass. "I'll have to see about finding some nice bourbon soon, 50 years without a decent drink..." you sigh and shake your head."So, what made you want to study Psionics?" You continue.Decala looks off to the side as though embarrassed. "You probably know how It is when you're young. You make decisions based on impulses not logic. I wanted to figure out the mysteries of psionics. Why you're able to bend the laws of physics. But there's not much call for that here.">Action?
>>23625414who doesn't love a good mystery?so what have you figured out so far, cause for being a Psionic I know shamefully little about them
"Well, who doesn't love a good Mystery?" You ask."Apparently, the rest of Sophonkind." Decala grumbles as her head falls to the table. "It's a dead end field because it's commonly believed that we've discovered all that we can in it.""What have you figured out so far?" You ask. "Cause I know shamefully little about Psions despite being one."Decala perks up at this. "Oh? You actually want to know about my research? Well..." She clears her throat."Psionics is the ability to use the mind to manipulate reality in ways that bend or break the conventional laws of physics." She starts. "We've done research into where the energy comes from and how it's used to affect the world around you but it's hard to determine anything. We've studied actual psychic phenomena instead, and we've pretty much finished that up. Anything in particular you want to know?">Action?
>>23626214I know some of the energy needs to come from us because I am never so hungry as after doing any a tenth as impressive as in the lab. Now Even if that queen thing was the massively powerful... I have trouble rapping my head around how it could create a lightning fled for over fifty years. that seam a bit much even for bending conventional laws of physics over your knee. but what do you find most interesting?
>>23626214what do you find the most interesting about it ?
>>23626214"Yeah, will the scans you've got of me be any help at all?"
>Finally got home!"What do you find so interesting about it?"Decala tilts her head to one side, thinking. "...Besides all of it? It's an amazing concept, to be able to defy laws that constrain the rest of us. It could be put to so many different uses and several other cultures already have. But Sophons? We're all nulls so it doesn't matter to us."She sighs and shakes her head. You seize the opportunity to ask, "Will the scans you've got of me be any help at all?"She shakes her head again. "Honestly? It's something for biologists to ponder over. I can't use it for any kind of research."Another thought occurs to you, "Could you explain something to me? I have trouble wrapping my head around how I could create a lightning field for over fifty years. That seems a bit much even for someone who regularly bends the laws of physics."Decala taps the chin of her helmet and looks thoughtful for a moment. "Weeelllll... the Icorani are known for being psychic powerhouses. It's quite possible that the energy was focused through you and turned into positronic lightning. Positronic lightning is unusual in the sense that it's self perpetuating as long as there is a power source. In this case the Queen's energy store."Leaning back in her chair, she throws one arm over the back of her seat. "So, what do you plan on doing as soon as we drop you on Brental?">Action?
>>23630255"Buying a weapon and deciding whether or not its a planet I want to spend my time on."
"Buying a weapon and deciding whether or not its a planet I want to spend my time on." You respond."Really?" Decala asks. "That's it? No long term plan? What are you going to do, become a mercenary?">Action?
>>23630255Hopefully there'll be some sort of work.
>>23630901weren't we employed by the dudes on the board?
>>23630901"I have no idea what technology will be like, what politics are like, what society at large is like. I have no allies, and most everyone I ever knew is probably dead. I don't have enough information to make long-term plans."
"Hopefully there'll be some sort of work." You say. "I have no idea what technology will be like, what politics are like, what society at large is like. I have no allies, and most everyone I ever knew is probably dead. I don't have enough information to make long-term plans."Decala snorts, "You could ASK, you know? We happen to keep tabs on a large portion of the Galaxy. Besides, I doubt there's much mercenary work in the Core. Brental is a worldwide city by the way. Trade capital, with some fairly high security. It's where we trade goods, when we feel up to it.">Action?
>>23631027"So what is the state of the galaxy at the moment anyway? Any wars going on?"
>>23631027"Well, if I can ask, then... I'll ask for details of the current relations between the races, up-to-date map of the galaxy - influencial and colonial, current prices on materiel and perhaps a list of current strifes going on around the galaxy."
>>23631027"Tell me, do you think the Sophon government needs any less than friendly races to have a few 'incidents' at strategic facilities, maybe?"
"Well, if I can ask, then I'll request details of the current relations between the races, up-to-date map of the galaxy - influential and colonial, current prices on material and perhaps a list of current conflicts going on around the galaxy." You say."Well, some of that information might be classified but we can go look that up anything that isn't." Decala says as she stands up. "There's a public terminal right around the corner and Jorcos could probably get you access to the restricted info."As you stand up, another course of action occurs to you, "Tell me, do you think the Sophon government needs any less than friendly races to have a few 'incidents' at strategic facilities, maybe?"Decala looks at you with what's probably a skeptical expression, "I doubt that they'll be willing to trust something like that to a freelancer. Besides, we DO have a military. You going to finish that?" She points to your canister of liquid which is about one-fourth full.>Action?
>>23631760"If you want it, go ahead."
>>23631760"Go ahead. It was a pleasure, uh, dining with you."
"If you want it, go ahead." You say. "It was a pleasure, um, dining with you.""Thanks." Decala says as she grabs the canister. She moves it up to her helmet to let the straw extend when suddenly, her mouthpiece starts sparking and hissing. She drops the canister and clutches at her face."Ah! Ouch! Dammit!" Her voice is suddenly muffled as lights die across the surface of her helmet. "What just happened? Dammit, Kylan can you give me a hand? I need to get my helmet off."You're still sitting in your table in a booth off to the side of the cafeteria.>Action
>>23631964"Sure, do you just pull it off, or is there a sequence of straps you need to undo? or...?"
>>23631964"Okay, uh, how do I do that?"
"Sure, do you just pull it off, or is there a sequence of straps you need to undo? Or what?" You say as you stand up and grasp the helmet."There's a seal where the helmet meets the neck, at the base of my skull." You hear her say faintly. Feeling around the bottom of the helmetyou find the release and pull. Nothing happens."You might need to pull harder."You grasp the helmet and give a heavy tug. Suddenly, you're unbalanced, Decala is leaning on you and you're falling. You hit the table with a heavy CRASH!Raising your head to look around and find yourself face-to-face with Decala. Her helmet is gone and you're captivated by her very blue eyes. You blink twice and focus. She's completely bald, no eyebrows even. She's pale, as pale as you even. Her eyes are very big, dominating her face. Her nose is narrow and pointed and her mouth is small with slightly red and puffy.>Action?
And /tg/ suddenly loses interest
>>23632257"Well hello. Looks like I was right."
>>23632257>Slightly red and puffy lips.
>>23632257"Hm. Well, you owe me dinner, I was right."
"Well hello. Looks like I was right." You grin. "Looks like you owe me dinner."Decala glares at you. It's a remarkable human expression. "Not another word." She points her finger at you and scrambles off of your chest.You sit up and notice that several Sophons are staring at you and Decala."Need help?" You hear a familiar voice say. You look up and see Jorcos offering a hand.>Action?
>>23632643"Thanks." Take the hand, use the pawn.
"Thanks." You say as you take his hand and stand up.You look around and notice Decala walking away through an exit on the far side of the Cafeteria, helmet in hand."I hear that you want to take a look at some restricted files." Jorcos says.>Action?
>>23632835"Yeah, nothing big, just what's going on in the galaxy. Current conflicts, price of materiel, political and colonial, current relations between the races. Just the usual. And if Sophons have need of freelancers of my type."
"Yeah, nothing big, just what's going on in the galaxy." You say. "Current conflicts, price of materiel, political and colonial, current relations between the races. Just the usual. And if you have need of freelancers of my type.""Nothing big?" Jorcos says. "That sounds pretty big. Here, let's go look through the archives."_______________________________________You are seated in front of a small terminal. Holographic projections display information around your head. Your fingers tap on the physical keyboard as you enter your queries.>What are you searching for in particular?
>>23633107Current state of the galaxy, any active conflicts, economic interests of the Sophons, any material related to Earth and EarthGov
>>23633107>I'm not feeling it right now. Writing way too stiffly and slowly. I'll run again on Friday.