>>39138094
Remember that thing you said about writing that thing last night?

Remember that secret folder?

I know, I'm onto you.

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Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>39138094
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvPS0D08bRQ

You can taste blood on you. In the past ten minutes, what should have just been a milk run on some ignorant gravvers has become a hell run through some ditch in the ground. In front of you, your squad leader's wanzer is gunning down tanks and ground pounders left and right. The sniper's long gone - he bought it after walking right into a trap. Same for the two riflemen you had on you - fuck, they didn't even last a second in the ambush. Now it's just you and the leader, stuck in a miles-long trench while trying not to get killed by all these damned mudfuckers.

"Cuvic! Get your ass in gear! I'm not losing another one!" The CO screams. You can hear it in his voice...he's lost all hope. But you can't let him know that. Instead of saying any of your concerns, you respond with a crisp 'YES, SIR!'.

Your wanzers don't look too good. His Jinyo 220 doesn't have an arm, and the treads on his mobility unit are wearing thin. There are more bullet holes than you care to count in his central chassis. Fuck, that's gonna be a bitch to repair. Then again, your Sonshi Speed Model doesn't even have arms. You can feel the dirty gravver wind trying to choke you from the open tears where your poor baby's arms used to be.

"CUVIC! WE'RE AT A BRANCH! LEFT OR RIGHT!?"

>Left?
>Right?
>Back the way we came?
>What?
>Write-In?

>Please roll 1d100 for any choice that you're going to make.

>>39138165
I have no idea as to what you're referring to, anon.

I've got something in the works. It's taking a while. I'm terrible at writing when it's not under pressure.

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>39138338
>>Right?

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>39138338
>>Right?

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>39138368
Now I will just keep trying until I break that wall of mini-Myl's to get those files.

Anyway! Woohoo for lurking the catalog like a boss, first an' shit.

>>39138338
>>Left?
I like the left, my favorite side.


And now, we wait?

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>39138338
>RIGHT!

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>>39138513
At least it's not in the first three or a natural 1, right?

Remember, kids - always preroll the nat fails out of your dice! It may be superstition, but it's only silly if it doesn't work.

>>39138430
>>39138454
>>39138513
Migi! Wait, no, Hidari!

Writing.

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>39138338
"Uh...uuuuuh...r-right!" You stammer. In truth, both of the choices that you had were shit, but right seemed the better of the two. Fewer tanks, as far as you could tell.

Your CO's back reactor flares up. Without a word, he starts heading to the right. "Cuvic, how in the hell did we mess up such a milk run!? Who sold us out!?" He screamed. "First the sniper, then the two gunners - hell, I'm expecting you to go, pretty soon! And all for...for what!?" Oh, thanks, commander. You sure needed THAT pep talk. He takes a few steps to the right to avoid a pothole; you just leap over it.

The trench is starting to get narrow. It wasn't usually like this - you could see that the mudfuckers had just tossed whatever they could to try and impede your process. At least your armless baby was useful for something. Less arms - less width.

Behind you, approaching at an alarming rate, was the very thing that you ran from. It wasn't the tanks and the ground pounders above the trench that scared you - you and the CO could handle all of them blind. It was -

"IT'S A DEAD END, CUVIC!"

>WHAT!?
>Stand and fight? You don't have any arms, but it's better to die on your feet!
>Climb out of the trench? It doesn't seem like the monster behind you can get out of the trench.
>Wait a minute...

>Please roll 1d100 for the second and third choice. The fourth choice requires 2d100.

Rolled 39, 93, 47 = 179 (3d100)

>>39138832
>>WHAT!?
>Climb out of the trench? It doesn't seem like the monster behind you can get out of the trench.
>Wait a minute...

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>39138832
>>Climb out of the trench? It doesn't seem like the monster behind you can get out of the trench.

Rolled 23, 44 = 67 (2d100)

>>39138832
>Wait a minute...

Perception check, go!

>>39138891
I won't count that third roll...mostly because I don't know where it'd go.

Rolled 23, 62 = 85 (2d100)

>>39138832
>Wait a minute...

SHINY BUTTON

>>39138935
He rolled a 39 to climb out, and a 93, 47 to wait a minute.

I'm guessing we weren't supposed to pick half the board?

>>39138962
I thought he rolled a 39 to climb out, and a 93 to 'wait a minute...'

Well, if you say so. And you're more than allowed to. I just didn't think that through, all too well. Sorry.

>>39138985
>Please roll 1d100 for the second and third choice. The fourth choice requires 2d100.

Wait a minute being the forth choice, right? So wait a minute requires 2d100?

>>39139004
Yes, you're right. I understand the roll, now.

>>39138891
>>39138960
>>39138901
Wait a minute...

>>39138891
>>39138896
Get your ass out of the kill-trough! Writing.

>>39138832
Wait. There's something off about this mission. You can't quite place your finger on it, but it's far too hectic for you to figure out right now. You're sure that you could think about it, if you tried harder, but now's really not the time for that.

"CO, we've got to climb out of the trench! It's coming for us!" You yelp. Did your voice always sound that young? In any case, the commander's wanzer turns to the left side of your narrow trench. "Climb your ass out, Cuvic! We're getting ourselves home!" He screams back. Both of you plant your feet onto the sheer wall and start climbing.

You don't know how you do it without arms. The CO's having a bit of trouble, as it is. He refuses to drop his gun, firing back at the enemy fruitlessly while trying to climb. You, on the other hand, just focus on getting from one foot-hold to the next. Those ultra-tension cables from R&D are working wonders for you, right now - the wanzer's able to just hold itself up without any trouble.

You flip out of the trough and onto the ground above, narrowly avoiding cannonfire from the mouth of a tank while ducking into the closest cover. The CO's hand peeks out -

1/?

Rolled 17, 6 = 23 (2d100)

>>39139191
"DAMN!" He howls. A huge projectile rips through the air, obliterating his hand at near-light speeds. You turn your attention to the direction that the salvo came from...and gasp.

It had arrived. Towering at almost a hundred meters, plated to the nines with more lunarium in one shoulder-plate than you do on your whole body, stood the Dreadnought. You could even see tiny birds fluttering around near the head of the damn thing before it held one gigantic arm toward you. More than a thousand tons of gun were what stood in your way. Hell, even its own soldiers were afraid of that thing - the metal monster had scared away most of its own units.

"...Cuvic - no, Flare." The commander's voice sounded faint. "You're going to have to get out of here on your own. I...I don't think I'm going to be making it back to the Iscar. Do you have the package?"

"I - yes, sir, I do."

"Good. Keep that thing safe. I don't care where you put it or how you hide it - just KEEP THAT THING SAFE. I'll hold the Dreadnought off long enough to keep you alive. This is an ORDER!"

The Dreadnought's arm cannons were charging up. Its whole body seemed to crackle with electricity, anchoring itself while the back panels of the wanzer spewed out steam.

>Leave the Commander?
>Try to help the Commander out of the Trench?
>Save the Commander's life; take the shot?
>Wait a minute...

>Roll 1d100, please! If selecting the last choice, roll a second d100!

Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>39139398
>>Save the Commander's life; take the shot?

Rolled 14, 67 = 81 (2d100)

>>39139398
>Wait a minute...

Rolled 13, 36 = 49 (2d100)

>>39139398
>>Wait a minute...
Bruh, I need my crit perception check now. Please.

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>39139398
>>Save the Commander's life; take the shot?

aim where the enerrgy is building up and blow it using it's wn charge

Rolled 82, 4 = 86 (2d100)

>>39139398
>>Wait a minute...

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>39139398

>Save the Commander's life; take the shot?

"i should've taken the shot...."

>>39139525
>>39139443
>>39139464
82 and 67 win it.

Wait. That's not how the story went.

Writing!

>>39139612
OH OKAY YOU WANNA JUST PUT YOUR VOTE IN ON THE ELEVENTH HOUR I MEAN IT'S NOT LIKE I WAS TYPING SOMETHING OR ANYTHING ASSHOLE.

I'm sorry.

Anyone wanna change their vote? They'd have to reroll. If not, I'll decide in the usual way.

>>39139617
This is why prologues go BEFORE the story.

>>39139648

can't we take the shoot and them realize we are dreaming/

>>39139681
Well, you don't have any arms, but...fair enough.

NOW I am writing.

>Captcha : atcum

No, captcha, now's not the time for that.

>>39139707

Yeah, can't pass up that 97 even for a armless hopeless shot at dreamland

>>39139398
>Wait a minute...
Let's torture OP.

But really, my vote is
>OPEN THE PACKAGE
because plot stuff and this is a dream.

>>39139398
You can't follow such an order. Letting a man die just to get some piece of shit into - wait. You don't quite remember how you lost your wanzer's arms.

The next thing you know, your custom-made arms are holding a white sphere. The package was resting comfortably inside, untouched by the dust storms of the outside world. Oh. It's one of those things. "Commander..." You say, placing the ball down. "Do you remember what you said about taking risks?" The Dreadnought has a charge time of thirty seconds. Ten have passed. You have enough time for this.

"Is NOW really the time for this!? I - yes, I remember! I told you that if you're willing to bank on a risk, everything you do will turn to gold!"

"...I think I can take a risk right now." You force your wanzer to jump back into the trench. This isn't how it happened. You're sure that this isn't how it happened. The package was long gone, at this point.

"CUVIC! GET OUT OF THE WAY!" The commander's voice sounds like one of those ancient artifacts from the Origin World. It's getting distorted, warbling in and out of your consciousness. Your vision is beginning to blur from the light that's coming from the Dreadnought. "No, Commander. You get out. I'll be fine."

This isn't how it happened. The commander didn't scream at you to move. His wanzer could have easily shoved you out of the way, but he wasn't able to touch you, now. The Dreadnought was fully charged, and aimed its main cannon right at your face. "CUVIC! FLARE, MOVE, DAMN YOU!"

"I've never told anyone my first name, Commander."

-------------

1/?

>>39139936
https://youtu.be/dssNa11htIM

You jolt awake with a start, lurching up from your bunk. Everything on your person is drenched in a cold sweat, from your new tank-top to your baggy cargo jeans. It's a terrible feeling, but not nearly as terrible as the music that was playing from Myl's little tablet. That dream again... this time, the CO was alone. And the package... You weren't the one who was holding onto it. It was -

"Hey. Are you alright, ma'am? You haven't even slept for ten minutes!" Roy chips in. "You were tossing and turning in your sleep, mumbling about some package and some hell-trench...we all got worried about you." The lopine was standing at the foot of your bunk, looking at you with concerned eyes. Behind him, the rest of the squad was trying very hard to pretend that they weren't paying attention. Myl kept her attention on the holoboard, while Nahn and Deks turned back to the television. Even the blueberry looked like she was having a hard time with things.

You need a drink.

>"...just a bad dream." (Dismissive)
>"I was thinking about training." (Evasive)
>"I was thinking about our wanzers." (Evasive Alternate)
>Write In.

>>39140117
>"I was thinking about our wanzers." (Evasive Alternate)

Well we were technically thinking of wanzers...

>>39140117
>Trying to remember how I got into this shithole.

>>39140173
this.

>>39140117
>"...just a bad dream." (Dismissive)

>>39140173
>>39140189
Roy hasn't even done anything ,and he's already getting the shit end of the stick.

Writing!

Do I start these things too early?

>>39140398
keep it going for a while and more people will show up.

>>39140398
Fuck you, Roy! What an asshole.

I dont mind it being so early since I really have nothing better to do most of the time, and you did start it in the afternoon for me (MuricaFag here!)

>>39140398
it starts as I wake up, so...

>>39140398
I don't hate Roy, but he should not be allowed near a Wanzer. Can't he do ANYTHING ELSE!? Mechanical work? Tech Development? Scavenging? Being a deal maker to find us sponsors?

>>39140514
Mascot.

>>39140514
Delicious meat

I mean, uh, comms?

>>39140117
"Just trying to remember how I got into this shithole, rabbit." You grunt, swinging your legs out and getting up from the bed. If the lopine was right, you still had ten minutes before you said you would train the units. More than enough time to get a drink. You head over to the rumbling, junky fridge that was in the common room, cracking it open to check inside.

"Junk. Junk. Pisswater. Junk. Myl, how in the fuck do you expect us to do anything with protein fluids, shitty beers, and some green shit?" You growl, withdrawing the least shitty of the ales from the middle shelf. The only discernible thing about it was that it was red...and that it sounded like a robot unfolding itself when you tried to open it.

Myl headed up toward you, holding her tablet in hand like some sort of secretary. "Sorry, cap'n - that's what our glorious overlords gave us t'have. That said, ah got some info for ya. First an' foremost, yer little stunts got ya some noto-...noto-...it gotcha famous, Sparky. I got some sites here what have people clamorin' for ya. Check 'em out on the holoboard when ya got time."

"Next up : trainin'. Now, don't you go on thinkin' that I didn't see yer patch job out there on the field. That was some mighty fine work! Hell, even yours truly couldn'ta pulled that shit off! Now, I'm thinkin', instead'a you trainin' these boys and girls, we leave the prottie ta do it. You an' I go an' gitcher team some new wanzers with the prize money we got!" She presented the holotablet to you, showing a map of the Underquarter. "See, that there's the Junkyard. Ah got me a contact in there what'll hook us up real nice with some parts, if'n ya want. Then there's the weapons dealer, and I can even gitcha talkin' to some o' the info-handlin' folks, if'n ya wanna hear more about Thyra. Whaddayasay?"

1/2

>>39140659
That...actually didn't sound too bad of an idea. It's a little negligent of you, especially after that whole speech you gave them about teamwork and working together and shit, but it's not as if you're leaving them to dick around. It's also a good way of testing the blueberry, since the pro'tau are some of the most capable soldiers out there.

Well, then again, the pro'tau don't speak. You actually aren't all too sure about how you understand her, to be honest - maybe she's just letting you? Either way, it's not the safest bet. Besides, if they can't even work a junker like this, how will they work actual wanzers?

"...just in case I say no, I take it you're just gonna go off and dick around in town while we train?"
"Oooooh, you betcha. Y'all still need fancy-ass parts, and a mechanic cain't always be tunin' up her team's mechs, now, can she? Besides, y'all said ya hated th' beers ah picked out for ya, so I might as well get some real liquor, right?"

>Options?
>Stay and train the team. That dream shook you up more than you want to admit, and you need to work off your stress.
>Go into town for some shopping. You need to get away from wanzers, for a while, and the 'tau can handle training.
>Write-In?

>>39140485
>>39140433
>>39140419
I guess I'll start it later. Does 8 sound good?

>>39140514
>>39140535
>>39140603
You reminded me of that. I'll get to it in a minute.

>>39140738
>>Stay and train the team. That dream shook you up more than you want to admit, and you need to work off your stress.
and we can see what extra parts we might need if something breaks while training.

>>39140738
>Stay and train the team. That dream shook you up more than you want to admit, and you need to work off your stress.
stress test our gear too.

>>39140738
>Stay and train the team. That dream shook you up more than you want to admit, and you need to work off your stress.

>>39140783
>>39140814
>>39140828
The team can't even wipe their own asses without mama to do it for them.

Writing.

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>>39140738
No, you can't just leave the team to their own shit. Roy might fucking burn the whole metal warehouse down or something, and Nahn'll panic and shoot everything that isn't burnt down. Then the bugger'll do...fuck, you don't even know what the bugger'll do. "Y'know, maybe it's for the best if we just split up, Myl. I'll train the team, and you get the supplies. Just make sure that you don't get us anything shitty, so we can have shit to fuck around with, when we're done with today's drills."

"You betcha, ma'am. Too bad you don't wanna join me, though. I wanted t'show off the new set o' wheels I built'cha!" Myl gave a crisp salute before sauntering out of the common room.

The team was still milling about, since they still had a few minutes to go. You could start training early, or you could reassign people to new wanzers, if you want. There's also the holoboard...

>Options?
>Dig into Myl's files~! (Please roll 1d100 for snooping!)
>Check out those websites that Myl was talking about. (Please roll 1d100 for technical operation.)
>Start training early? (Please tell me if you want Flare to be nice, stern, rough, or (write-in.). Also, please roll 1d100 for troop morale.)
>Reassign the troops? (This will lead to a follow-up choice with lists involved.)
>Write-In?

>>39141162
>>Start training early? (Please tell me if you want Flare to be nice, stern, rough,
stern, we need to see how they do without putting them under stress...yet.

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>39141162
>Start training early? (Please tell me if you want Flare to be nice, stern, rough, or (write-in.). Also, please roll 1d100 for troop morale.)

Rough but Fair.

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>39141162

>Start training early? (Please tell me if you want Flare to be nice, stern, rough, or (write-in.). Also, please roll 1d100 for troop morale.)

Be strict but be in a teaching mode. We'll have them repeat it till they get it right.

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>39141217
>>39141162
forgot my roll

>>39141162
>>Dig into Myl's files~! (Please roll 1d100 for snooping!)
I have to do it!

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>39141290
It ate my dice, the fuck.

Rolled 78, 31, 64, 2, 70 = 245 (5d100)

>>39141217
>>39141231
>>39141238
97 gets it. Nice roll.

"NOW I WANNA HEAR YOUR WAR SCREAM!"

Writing.

>>39141400
>2

Rooooooooy.

Heh, whose dice is that?

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>>39141400
This is my War Face!


AAAHHHH!??!

>>39141400

Whos in what mech and what equipment? You should perhaps put it in a pastebin and put it on the opening post.

>>39141162
Ugh. Look at them. Half the team doesn't even look like they've had any military experience, while the other half is screaming greenhorn. This is gonna take some effort. You head over to the holoboard, slamming a balled fist against it. "RED PACK, HUDDLE!" You scream. The team can respond, at least - they all jump up and head over to you, surrounding you in a half circle. "Hustle up! I know we just got out of the battlefield, but all of you assholes were pitiful, out there! We only got out of that shithole with our hides on our backs because we worked together! If any of you got caught alone, you'd be dead in the water!" Rough. Maybe a little too rough. Roy and Deks were quivering in their metaphorical boots.

You clear your throat, easing up your shoulders a bit and lowering the screaming juuuust a tad. "Now I told you all that we can get out of this, but the only way we can win this shit is if we train together as a team. I know that the team can function if we all focus, but I don't want a sloppy performance like last time. I'm gonna drill you until you get it right, and I won't let you fail yourselves." Better. At least no one's crying.

"Now here's what we have to work with.
Nahn, you're in the Power Wanzer with the heavy machine gun.
Roy, you're in the Speed Wanzer with the shotgun.
Deks, you're in the Defense Wanzer with the shields and the pile bunker.
Blueberry, you're still sitting in the Power Wanzer with the armor-piercing sniper rifle."

1/?

>>39141639
You couldn't tell if the pro'tau could understand you or not. She wasn't very responsive.

"Alright. Before we go out..."

>Do you want to change the team composition?
>Write In?

>Also, how do you want to focus your training?
>Individually. Focus on each person while you all train and build up their personal skills.
>As a group. Focus on team tactics and how to operate your wanzer as a squad.
>Write In?

>>39141678
>>As a group. Focus on team tactics and how to operate your wanzer as a squad.
they aren't good enough to be able to go solo and the games seem geared to group work anyway.

>>39141678
>>As a group. Focus on team tactics and how to operate your wanzer as a squad.

>>39141678
>As a group. Focus on team tactics and how to operate your wanzer as a squad.

These fools are to green to do anything but work as a team. Once they know how to work as a unit then we can train them to actually do their jobs.

Even though Blueberry seems to know what she is doing.

>>39141678

You have to work on individually skills training first. If the team members cannot rely on each other due to incompetence, they'll never be able to rely and work with each other.

>>39141678
>Individually. Focus on each person while you all train and build up their personal skills.
I would rather they can shoot straight first before trying any group tactics.

>>39141854
>>39141807
versus
>>39141777
>>39141708
>>39141692

How deliciously close, this race. I'm glad most of you are explaining your reasoning, though. It brings a tear to my eye.

Now give me ten minutes while I go eat.

>>39141807
That'd be great if anyone but us and Blueberry actually knew how to competently pilot a Wanzer.

I see this as more of a "everyone wave hi at me with your wanzer's right hand." "No, Roy, I said RIGHT Hand!"

>>39141882

Exactly why we need to training their skills first. Like movement and accuracy. Its abit hard to work as a team when they're tripping over each other.

Alright, I'm back. I don't think anyone changed their vote, so we're gonna train as a team. Good reasons all around, though.

Writing.

>>39141943
Essentially basic military training. The rifleman trains up his individually proficiency before the group training comes into play at a later stage.

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>39141678
The notion of switching everyone around enters your head. You brush it off, for the moment - better to train them in the things they got in than to switch it up now. The next order of business would be on how the squad should be trained. Individually, you could always focus on their strengths. You could also give Deks a bit of training, too, since the bugger doesn't seem like he even knows how to do shit. On the other hand, the team looks like they already have basics, down. They can move, they can shoot. More than good enough for you.

That settles it. You'll train them as a team...well, maybe not Deks. You should probably think that through.

"Alright, team. Most of us have some experience with wanzers, so I won't baby you. Today, we'll focus on team movement and team exercises. We'll do some basic maneuvers, fire at some targets, and then we'll do two-on-two scrimmage. Everyone clear?" You wait for a response. When there was none, you clapped you nodded. "Alright. Suit up and get in your mechs, people - we got a long day ahead of us."

---

As everyone filed out of the room, the Formic taps your shoulder. "Erm...captain. I am a diplomat. I am not quite as trained as you all are in terms of...well, in terms of even using a wanzer. I'm sure you remember our initial bout. Is there anything else I could do, perhaps?"

Gods damn it. Well, you were expecting this, at least. You could probably find something on the holoboard for Deks to watch, or you could take some time to give a crash course in wanzer piloting. There's also just having him sink or swim, or you could just have him sit out...

>Search on the holoboard? Videos are better than nothing. (Please roll 2d100 for this!)
>Give him a crash course? (You do not need to roll for this option, yet.)
>Sink or swim, maggot! (Please roll 1d100 for persuasion!)
>Just sit this one out. I'll figure out what to do with you later. (You do not need to roll for this option.)

>>39142249
>>Give him a crash course? (You do not need to roll for this option, yet.)
you learn by doing, now get in a fucking wanzer.

Rolled 54, 32 = 86 (2d100)

>>39142249
>Search on the holoboard? Videos are better than nothing. (Please roll 2d100 for this!)

Yes! Get the fuck out of our hair you nerd!

>>39142249
>Give him a crash course? (You do not need to roll for this option, yet.)

>>39142249
>Give him a crash course? (You do not need to roll for this option, yet.)

>>39142249
>Give him a crash course? (You do not need to roll for this option, yet.)

>>39142280
>>39142304
>>39142312
>>39142321
Saddle up, buttercup - it's time for Wanzer Training with Flare Cuvic!

Writing.

>>39142249
The best way to handle a bugger is to handle his shit in person. It's better if you train him, anyway - you know damn well he won't fuck up, under some IVC tutelage. "Oh, you're not about to sit this one out, bugger. I'm gonna teach you how to pilot a wanzer personally." You reply, pointing out to his gigantic Defense Mech. "See that? You're gonna learn how to love that shit. You're gonna learn how to breathe in the stale, grease-rancid air in that cockpit like it's your hive queen's protein." "Oh, my!" "You're gonna learn to pilot that thing, or you're gonna be a sitting duck on the battlefield. You hear me?"

"I...yes, ma'am."

"Good." You and Deks step out of the common room, heading toward his wanzer. The others give you a strange look as you pass them by, but you calmly respond with a sharp glare. "I'm gonna be giving this guy a crash course. Everyone, go ahead and set up." You bark out to the group, dispelling their concerns.

As you reach the cockpit, Deks starts to fidget in place...

>How do you want to train Deks?
>Take your time and explain everything. Show him how to do every single thing. (This will take the longest amount of time, but has the lowest DC. Please roll 3d100.)
>Give him an abridged primer. Show him how to do the basics; he'll pick the rest up as you train. (This will not take as long, but has a higher DC. Please roll 3d100.)
>Shove his ass in the wanzer and tell him exactly what he needs to know. No more, no less. (This will take the shortest amount of time, but has the highest DC. Please roll 3d100.)

>>39142568
Oh, I forgot.

>Write - In? Depending on how you explain your training regimen for Deks, the time it will take and the DC will vary. Please roll 3d100.

Rolled 94, 18, 89 = 201 (3d100)

>>39142568
>>Give him an abridged primer. Show him how to do the basics; he'll pick the rest up as you train. (This will not take as long, but has a higher DC. Please roll 3d100.)
he can learn and we need to keep an eye on the others.

Rolled 61, 97, 42 = 200 (3d100)

>>39142568
>Give him an abridged primer. Show him how to do the basics; he'll pick the rest up as you train. (This will not take as long, but has a higher DC. Please roll 3d100.)

Rolled 45, 81, 72 = 198 (3d100)

>>39142568
>Give him an abridged primer. Show him how to do the basics; he'll pick the rest up as you train. (This will not take as long, but has a higher DC. Please roll 3d100.)
Focus on what role he should playing as a defense wanzer.

>94, 97, 89

Holy FUCK, the bug is good!?

FUCK YOU ROY! DEKS IS BETTER AND HE IS THE SCRUBLORD!

>>39142672
I wouldn't put it that way, exactly...

>>39142606
>>39142598
>>39142622
"So here's the shooty thing, here's the runny thing, and here's the button that makes you eject before you die. Any questions?"

Writing.

>>39142720
Sooo, "Fuck you Roy, the bug isn't as shitty as you and he is a scrublord"?

>>39142739
I'm thinking its more. "The bug catches on REALLY fast."

>>39142753
OH!

"FUCK YOU ROY, THE BUG WILL BE BETTER THAN YOU SOON! AND HE IS A SCRUBLORD!"

Got it. I'm sorry, Roy.

>>39142568
You climb up the ladder, beckoning Deks to follow you. Opening his cockpit, you shove the bugger inside before he can really adjust himself. "Alright, so." Oh, thank the Gods, this wanzer looks like it was made by someone sane. Everything is in its right place, with no weird configuration like Myl had on your wanzer. Maybe this was built by another engineer? Or maybe this is just suited for Formics?

"I won't spend too much time on this shit, since you seem like you're smarter than Roy is. Here's the short version of what you'll need to know. First off..." As you start rattling on about the basics of wanzer movement, you can see that the bugger's really catching on. It almost reminds you of -

-------------

"CUVIC!" Your CO screams, and you snap to a salute. It's a little difficult, what with the wanzer being so cramped and all, but he says that everyone has to start in the scrapmech. "You'd better have been paying attention, maggot! There are no slackers in the Bullseye Squad! Now! Repeat to me the basic components of wanzer movement!"

"Sir! Wanzer movement and combat consists of three basic elements - movement, positioning, and aim! Movement consists of either pedals, engine levers, or, in the case of high-quality mechs, a VR scanning area. Pilots press on the right pedal to begin wanzer movement, and the left pedal to stop! In terms of engine levers, each increment on the lever translates to faster or slower forward or backward movement, sir! Last but not least, the VR scanning platform translates pilot movement to wanzer movement on a one-to-one scale! The same elements apply for the arm movement, but the pedals and levers are replaced by twin control sticks and... um..."

"Come on, Princess, I can train a shitstain better than you! Keep going!"

"SIR! Arm units can also be controlled by mechanical glove analogues which are inserted partway into the arms, to simulate the movement on a one-to-one scale!"

1/?

>>39143045
"Good, Cuvic! Now explain aiming and wanzer angles!"

"Yessir! Nearly all wanzers have a turning radius of forty-five degrees to either the left or the right! The arms can turn a total of one-hundred-and-thirty-five degrees by three hundred and sixty degrees, sir, giving a total of forty-eight thousand, six hundred degrees! Most cockpits also serve as the viewing window, so a pilot must consider the balance between letting the enemy have a clear shot at them and having a clear shot at the enemy, sir! Arm movements are as fast or as slow as the machine allows, so a soldier must take this into account, sir!" You pant a little bit as the words leave your body. Fuck, the CO's really running his recruits raw today!

He gives you a once over...and then smiles. "Nice work, Cuvic. Close up the hatch - you're ready to move."

-----

You're snapped out of your reverie by the clicking of Deks' mouth. "I see. So these paddles are for movement, these switches are for...yes. I understand now, commander. I can operate this machine." He chitters, saluting to you. Wow. That was alarmingly fast. No wonder buggers are the preferred diplomats of the Union.

"Right. Good. I'll go ahead and go out to meet the troops. You go on and join us, recruit."

2/?

>>39143244
Feeling a little proud of yourself for such a good job at teaching, you walk back to Fyanna with a spring to your step. Even the cramped environment of the stout wanzer can't get you down, as you and Deks pilot out of the warehouse.

The area outside of the warehouse was littered with junk. Here and there were large shipping containers (which all seemed to be empty), large chunks of torn scrap, and other things of that nature. Roy, Nahn, and the un-named pro'tau were lined up in their wanzers. Deks joins the trio, and all four of your squad mates give you a salute.

Except for Roy, who salutes with the wrong hand. Goddamn it, Roy.

...well, you're all here. Now how do you want to train them...

>Options?
>Give them some shooting dummies to practice firing techniques with? (Aiming practice. Please roll 2d100 while I roll 4d100!)
>Set up some cover to practice moving as a unit? (Mobility practice. Please roll 2d100 while I roll 4d100.)
>Two-on-two scrimmage, with you presiding over them? (Enemy practice. Please roll 1d100 while I roll 4d100.)
>Write In? (If you're involved in the practice, please roll 2d100. If you are not involved in the practice, only roll 1d100. I will still roll 4d100.)

Rolled 10, 15 = 25 (2d100)

>>39143403
>>Set up some cover to practice moving as a unit? (Mobility practice. Please roll 2d100 while I roll 4d100.)
they can shoot later, movement is key now.

Rolled 89, 48 = 137 (2d100)

>>39143403
>Set up some cover to practice moving as a unit? (Mobility practice. Please roll 2d100 while I roll 4d100.)
Live to exude threat another day!

Rolled 95, 21 = 116 (2d100)

>>39143403
>Set up some cover to practice moving as a unit? (Mobility practice. Please roll 2d100 while I roll 4d100.)

Rolled 77, 97 = 174 (2d100)

>>39143403
>>Give them some shooting dummies to practice firing techniques with? (Aiming practice. Please roll 2d100 while I roll 4d100!)

Rolled 73, 34, 69, 41 = 217 (4d100)

>>39143443
>>39143473
>>39143476
95 and 48. You guys are great at telling them how to move! Actually moving is a bit of a problem, but...eh. Details.

Rolling and writing!

>>39143633
That 34 is Roy isn't it.

>>39143633
Oh, Roy is rolling high today with that 34.

>>39143633
yup, Deks is still doing better than Roy

>>39143633
"First up - unit movement. Here's how you move as a unit." While you speak, you start to set up barriers in front of the warehouse's lot; some cover here, an obstacle there, and other small things that could either benefit or doom a moving platoon.

The basics of your teachings are based on what your commander taught you - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maneuver_warfare . It's all nice, neat, and to the point, and the team seems eager to try out some of the things you have in store.

An hour into your training session, the disappointment was visibly steaming out of your ears. For your part, your wanzer wasn't exactly moving the way you wanted it to. It might have been the damage done a few hours ago - even if Myl was good, she wasn't a miracle worker. In any case, you couldn't quite lead the team as well as you wanted. Following along to your lead, Roy stumbled into the backs of other mechs more often than you'd like. He even bumped head-long into the blueberry, who didn't quite understand what was going on! Didn't she speak Uni-Comm!? What the fuck happened there!?

On the other hand, Nahn and Deks were displaying a real head for this sort of thing. You can see that Nahn's specialty really is in following orders to the letter, and Deks has a head for processing information. The both of them worked much better than the dumb rabbit who couldn't even walk right and the indigo interpreter who couldn't understand you. "Fuckin' hell, Roy, get your shit together... next up is..."

>Options?
>Give them some shooting dummies to practice firing techniques with? (Aiming practice. Please roll 2d100 while I roll 4d100!)
>Two-on-two scrimmage, with you presiding over them? (Enemy practice. Please roll 1d100 while I roll 4d100.)
>Time for a break? It would be a good time for a pep-talk. (Please roll 1d100 for talking!)
>Write In? (If you're involved in the practice, please roll 2d100. If you are not involved in the practice, only roll 1d100. I will still roll 4d100.)

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When Roy turns out to be a supersoldier from his species pretending to be a scrub

>>39143724
>>39143736
>>39143766
I don't know how you guys guessed who is who.

The order of rolling is Nahn, Roy, Deks, and the pro'tau. Did I already mention this?

Rolled 27, 44 = 71 (2d100)

>>39143901
>Give them some shooting dummies to practice firing techniques with? (Aiming practice. Please roll 2d100 while I roll 4d100!)

>>39143923
yes

>>39143923
no, I thought Deks was last. Would have been funnier, too.

>>39143901
>Two-on-two scrimmage, with you presiding over them? (Enemy practice. Please roll 1d100 while I roll 4d100.)
Focus on not panicking. Discipline and Trigger Discipline.

Rolled 6, 14 = 20 (2d100)

>>39143901
>>Give them some shooting dummies to practice firing techniques with? (Aiming practice. Please roll 2d100 while I roll 4d100!)

>>39143923
It's a safe bet that the lowest roll is Roy's, even the dice hate him.

>>39144013
It seems like the dice hate you guys, too.

I don't even know why. It's actually pretty shitty.

>>39144032
The dice hate us when we aren't -killing- mechs

Or making repair jobs.

>>39144046
Well, there's still room for one more roll. Someone might sneak in and save you guys.

>Captcha : Boldi

Captcha, they're being very bold right now. But are they daring?

Rolled 38, 99 = 137 (2d100)

>>39144089
Save it, you say?

>>39144116
HAH! Okay, you got me.

Your highest rolls are 38 and 99, respectively. Almost a crit, but not quite.

"Okay, so...uh...here, just shoot like this."
Flare proceeds to get nothing but bullseyes without even looking.

Writing!

Rolled 72, 60, 19, 96 = 247 (4d100)

>>39144142
HAHAHA GUESS WHO FORGOT TO ROLL FOR THE SQUAD.

I'm sorry.

>>39144161
So, Roy switched places with Bugz and rolled a 16, right?

>>39144161
well tau is a great shot, and roy is a decent shot, nahn is solid as always, bugs is too much of a pacifist to hit anything.

>>39143901
If they did bad in moving, maybe they'd do better in shooting. You rearrange all the junk to where it's all in a straight line, staggered for distance according to the ranges of all of your weapons. Deks is at the closest range, melee, with Roy and Nahn firing at the second closest target. You have the second farthest target to aim at, and the 'tau with her pretty little sniper has a long-range target to aim for.

In all of this moving and repositioning, your words decide that now would be a good time to leave you. "Alright, so... Nahn, you've got a heavy gun. It's all about firing for suppressive fire. Roy, you have a shotgun. You're all for close range and shit, so just aim for the most of them. Don't get in Nahn's way, though. Deks, you have a pile-bunker. Just hit the thing. Berry, you, uh, just shoot. Everyone do this." Drawing your revolver out, you maneuver your control sticks so that you twirl it by the trigger a few times. You stop it right as the grip hits your palm and make six near-perfect shots close to the top of your target 'dummy'.

"So, yeah. Just do that."

Another hour passes. To your pleasant surprise, Roy is actually not fucking this up, even though you did a terribly stupid thing and paired him up with someone who is practicing the concept of suppressing fire. He ducks underneath her bullets, shooting at the center mass of the shipping container. It helps that Nahn aims her bullets toward the enemy's arms. You can tell that she's aiming as if the enemy had a gun, and was trying to ensure that the enemy couldn't aim through her hail of bullets.

Your attention turns to the aliens, and you see the drastic difference between a war-like civilization and a diplomatic one. Berry's a brilliant shot, popping off her training dummy's dome each and every time. She even starts taking pot shots at the other dummies, placing her bullets right no top of the bullet holes that you made in yours.

1/?

>>39144410
And then there was Deks. The bugger could move fine, sure, but you just couldn't watch his flailing and blundering about. His wanzer had the appearance of a big, fat child swinging their arms from side to side. "I - urgh! I just can't do it, captain! I either see a friendly unit, or the controls jam on me!"

"That's fine, Deks. I can't say I'm not disappointed, but it's not like your wanzer's built for fighting, anyway. Good work, people. Good practicing. Next up is..."

>What now?
>Two-on-two scrimmage, with you presiding over them? (Enemy practice. Please roll 1d100 while I roll 4d100.)
>Time for a break? It would be a good time for a pep-talk. (Please roll 1d100 for talking!)
>Write In? (If you're involved in the practice, please roll 2d100. If you are not involved in the practice, only roll 1d100. I will still roll 4d100.)

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>39144457
>>Time for a break? It would be a good time for a pep-talk. (Please roll 1d100 for talking!)
might be the best time .

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>39144457
>Time for a break? It would be a good time for a pep-talk. (Please roll 1d100 for talking!)

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>39144457
>>Time for a break? It would be a good time for a pep-talk. (Please roll 1d100 for talking!)
I'm not a diplomat.

>>39144518
>>39144485
>>39144475
You three are surprisingly unified in how you think. It's scary.

In any case, looks like Captain Cuvic's gotta crank out the compliments.

Is today just a bad day? I'm happy that you guys are here, of course, but I'm just wondering where the other people went.

>>39144702
missed vote so when vote were going my way and rolls were in?

>>39144457
It's been a couple of hours, and the moon is starting to rise. You can tell that the team's starting to get tuckered out from all this training. Even the pro'tau, who's the best trained of the lot, has to open up her cockpit and let out some of the heat. They could handle one more bit of training, maybe two, before they give up the ghost.

"Alright, team, let's dismount. Huddle up your wanzers around me, and we'll take a twenty-minute break. Everyone dismount once they're huddled up - I got some shit to say." You say into your comm, trying to hide your own fatigue. Even if they trained you for endurance in the force, it's not as if you can just keep on going.

The squad groups up near the entrance of the warehouse. Everyone begins to dismount just as the sound of a running motor begins to approach. "Howdy, y'all! Workin' hard?" Myl cries, sticking her head out from the driver's seat window. "Ah brought ya some cold beers an' a few snacks, and they'll be shippin' in some wanzer parts t'morrow! Y'all also have a match lined up fer th' day after!"

Thank the Gods.

1/?

>>39144832
Myl had arrived in a beaten-up jeep. It actually reminded you of the transport vehicle that had brought you into the games to begin with, with how it looked - it was just a truck with a very long back carriage thing, and a tarp hanging over the carriage. She dismounted, holding a nice six-pack of some beer they made on this dirt-ball.

----

Everyone was in front of you, sitting down on taking a knee. "I won't lie to you. Tonight could have gone better. We're all tired from the match, our mechs aren't looking all too hot, and it's not helping that it's night-time. We don't really have much energy left. Then there's the whole thing with tripping up on walking, which wasn't a pleasant sight. Still, you all pulled through. I gotta say, we aren't looking all too bad." The alcohol in your system is loosening your tongue and your shoulders. Everyone around you seems to be a little more relaxed, as well. Hell, now would probably be a good time to end training...

>End training and pack up the wanzers?
>Yeah, sure. Myl brought some shit in, and you have to talk to her about the games, anyway.
>Not just yet. You still have the scrimmage to go through.
>Not just yet. You have some other training in mind. (Write In.)

>>39145006
>Yeah, sure. Myl brought some shit in, and you have to talk to her about the games, anyway.

>>39145006
>>Yeah, sure. Myl brought some shit in, and you have to talk to her about the games, anyway.

>>39145006
>Yeah, sure. Myl brought some shit in, and you have to talk to her about the games, anyway.

Coo'.

>>39145006
>Yeah, sure. Myl brought some shit in, and you have to talk to her about the games, anyway.

>>39145006
>>Yeah, sure. Myl brought some shit in, and you have to talk to her about the games, anyway.

Hivemind Stronk, best mind on Board.

>>39145153
It's why I always praise my players. I haven't had you guys for long, but you're all reasonable folk who can talk to each other and think your way through a situation.

You might not be many, but I'm always a sucker for quality over quantity.

Of course, both would be nice, but I'm not complaining.

Well we have one more day train.

How about having nahn use her hmg loaded with paint and shoot at the bug? The bug's goal will be to just block everything with his shield.

>>39145198
And then there's this guy.

>>39145020
>>39145028
>>39145045
>>39145059
>>39145049
Let's just chill out, for today. Writing!

>>39145190
Trust me, having anons who bitch in a constructive way as opposed to shitposting is better than having even a thousand posters!

New faces will pop up eventually, though, no doubt.

>>39145212
Timid please. I'm thinking about tomorrow's training program.

>>39145006
It's been a long day. You can't say you've worked out all of your PTSD-induced stress through the training, but you've made a little bit of something out of your squad. You can tell that they've also gotten something out of this, as well - more than training, they've all started to bond with one another, to have a shared experience that they can all talk about and draw strength from. Even Myl, who wasn't really part of the training, is sharing in the camaraderie that is growing between the group.

Squad Loyalty UP! Current Squad Loyalty - 3 out of 10.

The wanzers are put away as neatly as you can manage them, and almost no worse for wear. Except for Roy's and the blueberry's, of course. The team then starts bringing in most of the groceries that Myl brought back, hauling in bag after bag of things. "Ah got y'all a treat - actual fresh veggies! Couldn't quite manage the meat, since we got some vegetarian species in th' house an' all, but protein paste tastes better with a bit o' herbs and spices, right?" She quips.

All in all, you spent four hours training the team and bringing the groceries in. The current time is around 2200 hours - you could probably squeeze a few last minute activities in before lights-out, tonight. "Team, I'm gonna call in lights-out at 2300 hours. We're all gonna wake up at 0600 Origin time to get some more training in. That should leave you guys with about seven good hours of sleep - a hell of a lot more than I ever got, in my training." You say to your team. Their response is a strong 'yessir'! Good.

1/?

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>>39145212
Oh hey, I just realized, Myl brought pic related.

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>39145397
After that, everyone splits up once again. Deks and Nahn seem to be huddled around the holoboard, trying to look up some information about a 'haka'. The blueberry is on the couch, meditating. When your eyes fall upon her, she bows her head and holds up one hand to her chest. Did she want you to come over to her? At the kitchen, Roy seemed to be mixing up some of the vegetables into a pot. "Hey, everyone! I'm gonna make some stir-fry!" He calls out. Last, but not least, Myl was at the middle table, holotablet in hand. She also waves you down, no doubt to talk about the next match.

>What does Flare want to do?
>Bath time! Bath time! Bath tiiiiiiime!
>Stop Roy from burning the warehouse?
>Check up on the blueberry?
>Talk to Myl?
>Check up on the bugger and Miss Orderly on the holotablet?
>Watch some news and figure out what's going on?
>Write-In?

You have four actions left.

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>>39145490
Well, damn, Roy. Don't be a master chef or anything...

>>39145490
>>Check up on the blueberry?
>>Talk to Myl?
I'd say these two at least seem important. Myl at least waved us down for sure.

>>39145490
>Check up on the blueberry?

We should look into a quick reply dial or something for her so she can speak.

>>39145490
>>Check up on the bugger and Miss Orderly on the holotablet?

>>39145505
ROOOOOOYYY YOU FUCKING ROCK MY FUCKING SOCKS WITH THIS FOOD!

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>39145514
>>39145523
Blueberry it is.

>Please roll 1d100 for me! Highest number out of the first three will be selected.

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>39145715
Let's do this Lil' Blue!

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>39145715

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>39145715
And then Roy was the chef from Monster Hunter 4U

>>39145730
74 wins it! Writing.

>>39145844
Mmmmmm I love when I roll well. Makes me feel warm and fuzzy.

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>39145490
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7v_fQKT7MyI

It's probably for the best if you dealt with the blueberry now, frankly. As Roy begins to hum a tune under his breath, you point a finger toward Myl and mouth out 'later' before sitting in front of the 'tau. "Alright, so - "

MY NAME IS SOFIA.

Ugh. She's so Gods-damned loud. Even though you know you didn't really hear anything, your ears are throbbing from the sheer wind pressure. When you look around, however, you notice that no one else is affected.

DO NOT BE ALARMED. I AM ONLY DIRECTING MY THOUGHTS TO YOU. YOU ARE A CURIOSITY. MOST SPECIES ARE UNABLE TO HEAR THE THOUGHTS OF THE PRO'TAU, THOUGH WE CAN HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS PERFECTLY. YOU, HOWEVER, ARE ABLE TO HEAR. YOU HAVE THE MENTAL FORTITUDE TO UNDERSTAND. THIS INTRIGUES ME.

She opened her black irises and stared into your eyes...no, she wasn't staring at you. She was staring through you. She looked like she was...searching for something, maybe. Or trying to get something out of you. Whatever she was doing, it was creeping you the hell out. "...right. So, uh, what is it that you wan - "

WHY ARE YOU HERE? WHAT HAS BROUGHT YOU TO THE LAND OF TRIALS?

Sofia extends her hand out toward you, pointing to your hand. She kept her palm facing upward to the sky. "Do you...want me to hold your hand?" You ask. Instead of assaulting your mind, she simply nods.

>Take her hand?
>Sure, why not? She's completely trustworthy.
>Hell no. You trust her as far as you can throw her.

>Also, do you wish to tell her why you're here?
>Ah, sure. Not like the mission was a big secret.
>Be evasive. Tell her just enough to sate her curiosity.
>HELL NO. That mission's top secret.

>Please roll 1d100!

>>39145978
>Sure, why not? She's completely trustworthy.
>Hell no. You trust her as far as you can throw her.

>Also, do you wish to tell her why you're here?
>Be evasive. Tell her just enough to sate her curiosity.

Not yet

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>39145978
>Sure, why not? She's completely trustworthy.

Don't fuck with us Blue.

>Be evasive. Tell her just enough to sate her curiosity.

I don't even know what the fuck we were here for.

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>39145978
>Sure, why not? She's completely trustworthy

>Be evasive. Tell her just enough to sate her curiosity.

>>39145978
Please tell me that roll wasn't Roy screwing up the food, please! It's the only thing he has going for him!

>>39146065
Okay. I won't tell you.

>Captcha - umbut

NO BUTS, CAPTCHA. Anon doesn't want to hear it, so they don't have to hear it.

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>39145978
>>Take her hand?

>>39146079
Roy.

I'm gonna go cry now.

ROY!!

>>39146079
It just occurred to me, if this was a roll under quest, Roy would be fucking legendary.

>>39145978
>Sure, why not? She's completely trustworthy.
>Evasive

Roy please. We had finally found your niche.

>>39146163
That would be true, wouldn't it? Roy would be a superstar.

>>39146040
Take her hand, but only tell her what you want her to hear. Writing!

It's starting to get late, and I've been running low on fumes ever since I forgot to eat dinner. I might call it a thread, soon, but I'll definitely be around to answer questions and talk with you folks.

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>39145978
The sounds of a fiery eruption, along with the high-pitched panic-squeals of a certain lopine, sound like they're miles away. You can't seem to shake Sofia's gaze, boring deep into the recesses of your mind. Lifting your hand up from your lap, you place it into her palm.

Listen. Hear me, and listen. I am Sofia Coreina, of the planet of Magra. I am of the warrior caste, and I have my own reasons as to why I am on the Planet of Trials.

Her voice is much softer, now. All around you, the various errant sounds are dulled. You just feel so...so trusting of Sofia. You almost want to - no. Stop. The CO trusted you.

"I'm here because of a mission. I'm from the S.S. Iscar, born and raised. We were sent to the planet Tyhra to help with a secret project, where we succeeded, but not without cost. Our success didn't stop the Holy Skiev Empire from rising." Your voice is so peaceful. You don't remember your voice sounding so sweet before.

I see. I shall not pry, but now you and I understand each other. I have asked you one question, and you are now permitted to ask me one question.

>What do you want to ask Sofia?
>Write In

>>39146388
>>What do you want to ask Sofia?
>>Write In
uh.. fuck. I got nothing, guys.

>>39146388
Why are you here?

>>39146388
can I trust you with my life.

>>39146467
>>39146456
Technically two questions, but it's all good. I'll take it.

Writing!

Rolled 33, 95 = 128 (2d100)

>>39146388
If she can hear your thoughts...maybe you can just think it to her? You think about asking why she's here, and if you can trust her with your life. Her eyes close for a moment, and then...

The answer to your first question...is difficult. Some would say that I have been exiled. Others shall say that I am having my Rite of Passage, in the land of Trials. Still others would say that I am searching for 'it'.

As to your second question, I shall ask you one in return.

Can I trust you with mine?

And just like that, you find yourself standing up, walking away from the couch. You don't even realize that you're doing it until your foot bumps into something, breaking you out of your trance-like state. All at once, your senses barrage you with Roy's nervous chuckling and blowing into a pot; the sight of Myl's slender fingers beckoning you with a come-hither gesture, and the slight rumble of the ground from Nahn stomping her boot in anger. "I told you it wouldn't work, sir! That thing's not breaking!" "I apologize, Nahn, but I know that I can crack the code. If you could but give me one moment more..."

FIFTEEN MINUTES HAVE PASSED. FORTY-FIVE MINUTES REMAIN.

>Bath time! Bath time! Bath tiiiiiiime!
>Stop Roy from burning the warehouse?
>Talk to Myl?
>Check up on the bugger and Miss Orderly on the holotablet?
>Watch some news and figure out what's going on?
>Write-In?

>Note - picking more than one action will result in more time being used up. So two actions would equal thirty minutes, three actions would equal forty-five minutes.

>>39146583
>>Stop Roy from burning the warehouse?
welp roy you're on the menu later on.

>>39146583
>>Talk to Myl?
Can't ignore best mechanic.

>>39146583
>Stop Roy from burning the warehouse?

>>39146583
>Talk to Myl?
Roy's got this. Don't worry.

>>39146634
>>39146633
>>39146604
>>39146693
I find it funny that Flare's sense of self-preservation is matched only by her need to focus on the mission at hand.

>>39146693
>Roy's got this. Don't worry.
You jinxed it. FFFFUUUUCK.

>>39146714
a mark of a good leader. Ill change my vote from >>39146604
to >Talk to Myl?
and if anyone gets hurt we eat roy.

>>39146774
I bet his flesh would fail to even taste good.

Would he have to roll to see if he was yummy?

Rolled 2 (1d2)

In the interest of keeping this train movin' along, I shall decide by right of the RNG.

1 means we go for Myl, 2 means -

>>39146774
OH OKAY SURE THANKS A LOT ASSHOLE MAKE ME LOOK BAD WHY DON'T YOU.

Thank you very much. I appreciate your changing of vote.

Writing.

>>39146785
Some say that rabbit tastes like chicken.

>>39146801
QM x Anon Hatesex lewdbin when?

>>39146583
Roy's gonna be Roy. There's no sense in saving his hide. And the pair over at the holoboard are doing whatever they're doing, so they'll be fine. In fact, it looks like the bugger finally did what he was aiming to do. "Ah, there, see? Now we have access to Intergalactic News, Nahn. All it took was a bit of gumption and a fair amount of knowledge into planet-wide firewalls. It's something all diplomats know."

Ignoring all this, you wave down Myl and take a seat beside her. "Hey, Myl. You said you had some info on the next fight?" You ask. Myl nods, sliding the holotablet over toward you.

"As you can see, Sparky, th' Empire's set'cha up for a doubles match, two days from now. It'll be in one a' those small arenas underground, so there ain't much room t'move around. They said that you, specifically, gotta be in the match. Yer partner can be whoever ya want, though. We can talk about that..." She swiped two fingers to the left a few times, spreading them wide on the tablet's surface to enlarge a list. "...or we can talk about some o' the parts we got for ya. I got D - Rank upgrades fer everyone, so I can upgrade all yer wanzers whenever ya want. It'll take a whole day t'do it, even with the whole squad pitchin' in, so that's somethin' ta think about. Why we gotta talk about that is because ah need yer input on what to put where. Oh, and I do just wanna bring up a tiny little thing about the squad. Just thought y'all might be interested."

You look at all the information given to you, taking the tablet out of Myl's hands. "Alright. In that case..."

>Let's talk about the match, first. What do you have on that?
>Let's talk about the wanzer parts, first. What do you have on that?
>Let's talk about the team, first. What do you want to say about that?

>>39146820
I'm already writing lewds for this or that. Don't give me ideas.

>>39146956
>Let's talk about the wanzer parts, first. What do you have on that?
her area of expertise

>>39146956
>>Let's talk about the wanzer parts, first. What do you have on that?
then

>Let's talk about the match, first. What do you have on that?

>>39146956
>I got D - Rank upgrades fer everyone
So you're saying, she got the D!

>Let's talk about the team, first. What do you want to say about that?
Curious!

>>39146975
Remember the first anon that posted this thread? Yeah, still here, I still know, and I still plan on cracking Myls secret folder encryption to find it.

>>39146956
>Let's talk about the match, first. What do you have on that?
Shouldn't we know what we are up against first before talking about parts?

>>39147016
Hush now, child. There are no need for words. Papa Timid's hacking away at his secret projects.

>>39147002
I realized something very bad, yesterday. It has something to do with the D. I aim to rectify this, soon enough.

>>39147063
>mfw both of those were me
Huehuehuehue.

Now I have to go reread the threads to pick up what you noticed in case it's there to see!

Do you think holograms are easy to animate? Sounds like the sorta thing you use for /d/evious purposes and hide in a secret folder!

I just want to play with those mini-Myls, dont know why they are so fucking adorable to me.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>39146978
>>39146983
>>39147029
Another tie.

How's about this? Myl's whole bit is gonna use both of these, since I planned to take up to two, but this roll is gonna decide which is first.

1 is Wanzer Parts, 2 is Match.

>>39146956
"Set me up with the match, first. I want to know what the details of it are." Business first, then to the other thing.

"You got it, cap. Y'see, usually, they just pitcher team against some other low-rankin' newbies what did some bad crimes, but th' Prallat's got a shinin' ta this team. He wants t'see us squirm, and he's thinkin' o' sendin' you and a buddy to yer deaths early. He ain't breakin' no rules by sendin' us against top gladiators or nothing, but he's put us up against some famous newbie crushers - Lok and Tak. They're two business leaders from the Old Days, b'fore Thyra was united under the Skiev Empire. They ain't the best pilots, but they got some high-end shit.

"Th' arena's a tiny little thing - ya got just enough room t'run around the bitch. There's four pillars, all equid- equi - fuckin' hell, they're all lined up in a square 'round the middle. There's also a few of the bigger beasties o' this planet what'll tear mah poor baby Fyanna and another wanzer up, if'n yer not careful. So ya gotta face that."

"Th' rules are simple : Just take yerself and another person from the squad into th' dome. That said, I got me some prime intel, darlin' - if'n ya spare one o' the wanzers...well, let's just say we might get a bit o' help from some people, in the future."

Myl looks around to the group, then back to you. "So. Who're ya gonna take?"

>Who do you wish to take to the doubles battle?
>This is a very important decision. Choose wisely.

>>39147234
>>Who do you wish to take to the doubles battle?
Nahn best all around. Sophia is a great shot but not a great pilot, Roy's piloting is a mess and his accuracy is only passable and the bug? He needs training in combat more.

>>39147234
>>39147253
The bug might be the best choice, heavy suit gives cover where there is little and I'm guessing most of the beasties cant eat through the shields. Problems show up if those cheating assholes on the other side have some bigass guns for beating shields.

>>39147234
Nahn. Our sniper wouldn't help in this situation while Bug's defense suit is good for this he has no battle experience since he did absolutely nothing last time.

>>39147271
Nahn is a heavier suit too and she has a mg for combat and suppression. Additionally she is a solid shot and pilot.

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>>39147309
>>39147294
>>39147253
Your faith in Nahn runs deep. Let us hope you have made the right decision.

Writing!

>>39147309
But a heavier suit without the shields.

The shields are what I want, anon, since in an arena setting, you either have speed or you have defense, and the arena is small so less manuevering for our OP speed and hanging around the pillars to hide won't work if they have explosives or indirect fire systems.

I may be overly insane, though.

>>39147329
...what I meant to say was 'writing in three minutes'. I didn't mean to jump the gun.

>>39147309
Nahn uses a power suit not a defense suit.

>>39147358
Still heavier than a speed.

>>39147348
Thing is he can't sue them well. He misuses them he dies and obstructs our shots.

>>39147358
In terms of defense -

The basic speed wanzer will crumple if another wanzer sneezes on it.

The power wanzer is a little tougher, but it won't take a hit as well as a defense wanzer will.

The defense suit will take a ton of hits.

Do you guys want more time to debate about it? I don't have shit to do, and I'm getting my second wind.

>>39147380
The blocking is easy, he just holds them in front of himself, he would be a walking bunker, he has problems hitting things I'll give you that.

>>39147392
Can we get grenades (Or anything that has a timer and explodes that we can throw)? It'd be very useful to circumvent traditional defensive measures.

>>39147401
He still has no experience in a fight and we are facing newbie crushers. They will definitely be able to take advantage of his lack of experience and either confuse him or make him panic.

>>39147422
That'll come up soon. I take it everyone's sticking with Nahn, then?

In that case, I'll be writing, now.

>>39147401
Things is he stands still he's dead Wanzer combat needs maneuverability. if he had better than class D gear which seems standard or even subpar maybe. But we're facing people who will be better equipped and coordinated. Additionally he's a bad pilot with no combat experience, he will freeze and die on us. Nahn won't.

>>39147445
You'd be surprised at how well someone does something when they are being told how to do it!

It's like carrying a piano up the stairs, you count out your steps in metronome and suddenly ascending becomes much easier. Coordination is a helluva drug!

And just because they are "newbie crushers" doesn't exactly mean they themselves are good at capitalizing, it could just come from the fact they have great shit and no one they face do.


WHO KNOWS!? I'm not salty, I just like debate.

Watch the dice completely fuck Nahn over now.

I'll be sad.

>>39147493
is we can't babysit him and fight. We'd have our hands tied. going into a fight with our hands tied is a great way to die.


>>39147517
probably. Though she should get some bonuses or even let us roll for her since she's on our team now.

>>39147234
You made a mental note of who you had on hand. The obvious choice was the sniper, since she had the most experience. That was also the death trap, since the sniper only had long-range experience. "Sofia's out." Next was the bugger, since he's a huge wall of hurt. Then again, he just started learning how to move today. It wasn't like he could make miracles happen. It would be nice to have him as a wall, but just turtling up and waiting for the enemy to kill you was no way to go. "Deks is out." After that would be Nahn, who was easy to panic, but a better shot at mid-range than the sniper was. Her power wanzer wasn't as good as a defense wanzer would be, but it was tough enough to weather a storm. "Maybe Nahn?" Last but not least was Roy - "Roy's out by default."

The lopine's poor ears drooped.

"Alright. Guess I'm taking Nahn, now. I'll brief her on the mission tomorrow." You say, to which Myl nods. She presses a few buttons on her tablet. "Done, done, and done. Alright. Next up are the parts. We got a few things goin' on with the parts, but I'll sum it up like this. You remember that you got some C-Rank parts, right? Well, since you're the team captain and all, I got alla those pretty little fillies lined up and ready t'install to ya..."

"...or I woulda, if the Prallat didn't confiscate all our winnin's from the first fight."

What.

1/?

>>39147540
Anon, don't doubt MCs ability to be maximum-over-badass! She'll pull all the weight herself again probably (hopefully)

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>>39147571
>The lopine's poor ears drooped.

Sorry, Roy.

>>39147571
Of course he did, the little shit.

>>39147614
Welp, we need to rebel and skullfuck him with our wanzer now.

It's canon.

>>39147571
Ffffffffffffff That cheating son of a bitch

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>>39147571
Myl lifts her cap up, brushing a hand through her messy blonde hair. "Yeeeeeah...y'see, th' Prallat done heard about some stuff, and, uh...well, ah didn't mean t' be a nuisance an' all, but let's just say that he an' I got a right colorful hist'ry, me an' him." She says nervously. An equally nervous chuckle escapes her lips, but you just can't seem to find it as funny as she does. "Eheh...heh...look, I'm sorry, Sparky. Like I said to ya a few hours ago, th' Prallat's got it out fer Red Pack."

"Buuuuut..."

A few more swipes of her fingers on the tablet, and Myl was now showing you a smiling face. It was an android - a well dressed one, at that - standing in front of an impressive stock of guns. "Guten abend. We are the Supplier. This is but a physical shell, meant to more easily transfer our collective will between planets. We understand that you have certain troubles with the local tyranny. The collective has authorized this unit to conduct business with you, Captain Cuvic - " How the fuck did he know your name!? " - and will provide you with weapons and armaments at a discount. This collective also offers missions in relation to the planet Tyhra. Should you accept these missions, you shall be provided extra rewards. Do not worry - these missions will coincide with your current incarceration-based activity, known as the Games."

The android took a bow, and a small screen opened up on the tablet.

Joiner Rewards : Free D-Rank Upgrades for : RED-PACK.

2/?

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>>39147744
"Ain't it grand? Ah knew Tommy could get me in contact with these guys, so ah had 'im pull a few strings. Next thing ya know, we're on th' preferred list! Anyway, th' long and short of it is that ah had t'use up most of our reward money, but now we got this guy on our side. We also got juuust enough money t'buy Nahn a weapon that ain't shitty, if'n ya want. I know, I know - ah'm pretty good, huh?" The waifish mechanic rubbed her nose, grinning at you with pearly-white teeth.

"So. Didja wanna give Nahn a weapons upgrade? We can git'er anythin' D-Rank, or we can git'er a C-Rank Machine Gun on rent."

>Buy a permanent D-Rank weapon?
>Power Wanzer Weapons List :
-Heavy Machine Gun
-Sniper Rifle
-Assault Rifle
-Grenade Rifle
-Rocket Launcher

>Rent a C-Rank Machine Gun?


In terms of power, an F rank would be .5 stars, a D rank would be 1 star, and a C rank would be 1.5 stars.

>>39147819
-Heavy Machine Gun
D rank stick with what she knows.


What rank is our revolver?

>>39147819
>-Heavy Machine Gun
god I hope her mech doesn't break from using it.

>>39147819
Oh Myl, best mechanic indeed.


>-Grenade Rifle

Want, cover is a no no for them when we have one!

>>39147866
What kind? C-Rank or D-Rank?

>>39147920
D

we are going to sex every female in this quest eventually you do know this right?

>>39147938
Good luck with that, anon.

In the grim future of the 41st Millennium, lesbians are still as few as the Komodo Dragon.

Seriously, though...eh. I want the focus on the mechs, but I've written smut. I'm no prude.

Writing!

>>39147963
More of a joke than a promise but hey if you want to make it a challenge...

>>39147819
There really was only one choice for Nahn. "Much as I want to get her anything fancy, Let's stick to a D-Rank heavy machine gun, Myl. If you can spring for anything nice on it, like armor piercing rounds or anything like that..."

"Mmmhmm. You got it, Slick." Myl pulls the tablet back. "Well, that's all I got for ya. Thanks fer yer time." Tipping the bill of her cap toward you, the mechanic kicked her feet up and began to pore through something or other.

THIRTY MINUTES HAVE PASSED. FIFTEEN MINUTES REMAIN.

It was getting late. Roy, wanting to get away from his failure at even cooking, had chosen to turn in for the night. Sofia was also at her bunk, but her eyes were just transfixed to the ceiling. Nahn had split away from Deks and was now watching TV, leaving the bugger to his work.

>What do you do?
>Bath time! Bath time! Bath tiiiiiiime! (End the day early?)
>Check up on Miss Orderly and tell her what's goign on.
>Talk to Deks. He looks like he's having fun.
>Check the holoboard for information.
>Write-In?

>>39148047
>>Check up on Miss Orderly and tell her what's goign on.
then
>Bath time! Bath time! Bath tiiiiiiime! (End the day early?)

>>39148047
>Check up on Miss Orderly and tell her what's goign on.

>goign
>going

Okay, maybe I'm more tired than I thought. Fuck me tender.

>>39148081
>>39148075
Let's talk to Nahn a bit before sleepy-time.

Writing.

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>>39148208
Bruh, you based.

>>39148047
Everyone was gearing up to sleep. Hell, you were feeling tired, too - you wanted nothing more than to crash on your bunk and forget about everything. If you didn't tell Nahn about the doubles match two days from now, however, she might panic and do something everyone might regret. Better to handle that shit storm before it hits the shore.

"Nahn. I gotta talk to you." You say, taking a seat on the couch. She starts to get up and salute you, but you wave her down. "I'm too tired for that shit and so are you. Look, It's almost lights-out, but me and Myl were talking about the match coming up - "

"Ma'am! I'm prepped and ready for battle! I know we've got upgrades incoming for our wanzers, and I'll be more than happy to help install them, tomorrow!"

" - right, right. About that. The upcoming battle is a doubles match. I'm being forced in it because our Grand Prallat is a Grand Prick. I wanted to bring in the bugger, but I thought that you'd be the better choice. I signed you up for it." You wait for a reaction, but she seems to be holding back until you finish. "Alright. So..."

>Encourage? You're late and it's tired as shit, but you can put some words together.
>Be stern? Your lives are on the line. Better make sure she knows this.
>Write In?

>>39148208
:D

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>>39148208
Someone's trying to gain favor from the QM.

Someone's gaining favor from the QM.

I want to tell everyone right now that you all make this quest worth doing. I'm very happy that I've got such a good crew to make a quest for, and I hope that the coming threads will only make you guys happier.

>>39148274
>Encourage? You're late and it's tired as shit, but you can put some words together.
She has done well enough for us to not be strict this one time.

>>39148274
>>Encourage? You're late and it's tired as shit, but you can put some words together.

>>39148274
>>Encourage? You're late and it's tired as shit, but you can put some words together.
To tired for yelling.

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>>39148310
Come on bro, these are manly tears!

Heh.

>>39148274

>Encourage? You're late and it's tired as shit, but you can put some words together.

>>39148274

>Encourage? You're late and it's tired as shit, but you can put some words together.

If she starts getting the shakes hold her hand or give her a hug. Onee-san skinship is ok~

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>>39148357
>>39148356
>>39148341
>>39148331
>>39148322
"It's late, and you did good, today. You get a gold star."

Writing.

>>39148356
Your gif confuses me. But for the rest of the thread, I will be posting happy pug pictures.

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>>39148373
>Your gif confuses me. But for the rest of the thread, I will be posting happy pug pictures.

gif because pic related

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>>39148274
Nahn looks...possibly afraid? You're not quite sure how to judge her reaction. The most you've known about her is that she's bad under pressure, and this is a life-or-death situation. There isn't much more that you could say to really scare her, other than telling the poor girl that she's gonna be sent in alone.

"Nahn. How old are you?"

"I'm - " Nahn's voice was a high-pitched squeak, but she bit it back. "- I'm eighteen, ma'am. Enlisted to the Union Forces at ten, ma'am."

"Oh. What do you know. I'm twenty...what, two? Twenty-three? I could be your older sister, almost. Look, I wouldn't put you up to this if I didn't know that you could handle it. You're a tough girl, Nahn, and you can follow orders to the letter. I know I can count on you when the going gets rough - remember what happened just four hours ago? We were literally strangers, but you put faith in me. You followed my orders. You even killed that Green Pack wanzer with Roy. That means something to me. When we get into battle two days from now, I'll be right there with you. I'll make sure that neither of us gets fucked up, okay? All I ask from you is that you try your best."

>Roll 1d100 for morale raising speech!

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>39148462
no dice

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>39148462
"If we do this, I AM GETTING US ICE CREAM!"

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>39148462

Believe in me who believes in nahn

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>>39148497

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>>39148484
>>39148489
>>39148497
Solid rolls. Lemme just take these rolls and see what it gets you...

I knew that my folder of happy pug pictures would come in handy. I knew that I would find a use for them. They laughed. They told me I was crazy. Well, I showed them. I showed them all.

>>39148497
we are Kamina now
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KsTCXbz2364

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>>39148523
Are you absolutely sure you want to be the Kamina to Nahn's Simon?

If I recall correctly, shit doesn't go well for Kamina.

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>>39148537
>implying a real (wo)man wouldn't face anything that is thrown their way and never back down!

>>39148537
he was him and we are we and we won't die to prove a point. we will kill death to prove a point.

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>>39148462
...

There was an uncomfortably long silence between you two. Most of it was filled with Nahn trying (and failing) to hold tears back. She gave a quivering salute and murmured, "P-permission to hug you, captain?"

Ah, fuck it. "Granted."

You are barraged by a muscular, slightly-smaller girl on all sides! She wraps her arms around your tired frame, holding you in a tight embrace. "Nuh-no-one's ever suh-suh-said that, cap'n! No one ever said - said that they counted on me, cap'n! I - Dass all I wanneda hear frommuh ol' capin, an' now - BAWWWWWWW!" Oh, Gods. She's breaking down. Poor Nahn was drawing the attention of Myl and Deks, and you could only clear your throat and start brushing her hair.

"Uh...there, there...fuck, if I knew you were gonna bawl your ass off, I would have waited until tomorrow morning or some shit. I take it you're willing to help me out, then, Nahn?"

"Yehzz, ma'am! We'll beat those jerks!"

<----------------------------
TO BE CONTINUED


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nUQ1Y8nPz0Q

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>>39148610
Perfect for this scene.

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>Post Mission Debriefing Commence

>Nahn's Loyalty has increased!
>Nanh's S-Link has ranked up!

>Squad Loyalty is currently at 3 out of 10!

Wow, shit. I could feel the energy drain in the middle of this. Maybe I'm doing too many of these?

In any case, I'm more than happy with how today ended. Thank you to all of the people who stuck with me from beginning to the end, and thank you to the people who chose to dip in for however long to at least give this a read.

Did I do something right? Did I do a lot of things wrong? Please tell me now!

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>>39148641
One more for the road!

>>39148641
How many pug pics do you have?

and you havent done anything wrong as far as I can tell.Just remember we have a crit roll in the bank.

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>>39148627
>>39148662
Nice. I like this.

>Captcha : Produced star

You're right, Captcha. This may make Nahn into a star.

>>39148675
More than I care to admit, anon. More than I care to admit. And yes, the HEAT CHARGE is still stored up. It won't transfer to Nahn, though.

>>39148684
>Nice. I like this.
Woo! My image magpie ways are paying off!

>>39148641
I'd suggest some sort of pastebin you can update so we can refer back to for stats and details on our equipment and s-links.

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>>39148700
The S-Links are to remain nebulous. This, I have decreed.

Flare, like any good commanding officer, can feel whenever she's formed a bond or has deepened a bond with her squadmates. She won't know how deep the bond is specifically, but she'll know when a certain milestone has been hit.

I'll make a pastebin for shit later. Honestly, I'm gonna take a bit of a break. The next quest will be on Wednesday or Thursday, probs.

>>39148724
alright cool, just don't abandon it like others have done.

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>>39148740
Abandon the quest or the pastebin? I have no plans of abandoning the quest. It's literally too early for me to think of that.

It would be nice if another anon helped with pastebin shit, but I have all of our data tucked away in files, so I just need to transcribe it. Lord knows I got time.

This thread is archived here : http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/39138094/

>>39148767
You should change your name to pug anon.

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>>39148798
As a proud owner of the world's most idiotic dog, I might.

And to think that I got a pug just to make me feel better about my appearance...

>Captcha - inkblot : the captcha

FUCKING SHIT, CAPTCHA, JUST LET ME TELL ANONS THAT I LOVE THEM! GODDAMN IT, CAPTCHA!

>>39148829
captcha a shit. A SHIT!

A SHIT LIKE ROY! GOD FUCKING DAMMIT ROY!!!

Remember when you tried to get us to make out with you, Roy?

YOUR SHIT ROLLS ARE BECAUSE OF THAT!

>>39148829
you can insert your dog as our mascot for fun times, we wont mind.

>>39144702
I stepped out, and then Captcha decided to fuck with me for several hours. Okay, that's unfair. The main fault seems to be outdated Filipino servers.

>>39147571
noooooooo-fuck it, we'll get a B-class machine just to spite them next round

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>>39148880
>>39148867
I was actually thinking about giving you guys a pug in-game, but that would have little to no bearing in terms of sick mech fights. I'm all for the stuff in between, honestly, like what happened with Nahn and Sofia and Deks, but I don't feel like it would be very good for the quest if I just did that kind of stuff.

If I were to make yet another waifuthread, I'd add a dog. Ah, well.

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>>39148916
I'm cool with Puggy the Pug from Puggerville. Mascots are cool as shit, yo. Bitches love mascots.

One day in the future we will all be yelling at Roy and the newfriends to the quest will be confused.

We will never forget you, Roy, even if you do die tragically in a freak anything accident.

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>>39148945
Sweet mother of fuck, you guys really hate Roy.

He didn't even do anything too bad, this thread. He was just THERE. Literally just there.

>>39148966
give it time and a few good rolls on his part...we might feel some hint of a ghost of tolerance for him.

>>39148916
The training and bonding is important, but my god I want to go crazy on the junkyard.

>>39148966
I think you should have given Roy that 95. It's still better than average even after the 14.

>>39148966
He almost burned the place down while cooking.

Other quests have their own shit-tier rollers, ours (for now) is Roy. I still love the furball, clever little shit, he is.

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>>39148991
I did give him the 95. I gave him the 95 so hard. You don't even know.

Even then, he cocked it up with two bad rolls in a row. To his credit, he didn't burn anything down, and acted quickly to keep the fire under control.

I really wanted to have you guys make your own mech in the Junkyard and meet the Supplier on your own.

These captchas are getting annoying. I think they're trying to tell me to get my ass to bed.

>>39149039
What? I'm seeing
>95
>14
>60
>33, 95
14 and 60 isn't TERRIBLE.

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Hold on, I'm working on Roy atm.

Have a Na~AHNNN~~! for now.

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>>39149070
The 14 and the 33, anon. The 14 and the 33.

He saved himself with the 60...barely.

>>39149088
I WANT TO GO TO BED AND YET HERE YOU ARE ALL TADAIMA AND SHIT

IF I WAS A LADY I'D FUCK YOU RIGHT NOW.

No, I don't want that spoilered, thank you.

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>>39149088
Based drawfriend.

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Roy now.

unfortunately, my dick goes hard from chocolate elves and mecha

Dex is nex