>>39730783
The small slit at about eye level is your only connection to the outside world. A bright flash to your right draws your attention. An Orbital Assault Pod like yours bursts in a brilliant explosion, scraps of metal flying out in all directions.
You brace yourself, expecting the shockwave to disrupt your flight, but after a few moments you realize it’s not comming.
You haven’t even reached the atmosphere yet.

What a nightmare.

Still the voices call out into the void, but perhaps with one less.
A commanding voice starts barking orders, “Act like soldiers you fucking Ground Eaters. Radio silence from here on out, damn it”.

The voices call out quickly, perhaps even frantically after that for a few split seconds. Many call out names, others just yell, then with a quick burst of static, they’re gone. You’re alone again.

Names… many were called out, but… what is yours?

>Pick a name

>>39730787
>Jonouchi Hideyasu

Also, make a tripcode.

>>39730864
It got dropped for some reason, sorry

Throwing out other names:

>Eiji Hino
>Terui Ryu
>Tomari Shinnosuke

>>39730787
Edgar Romeo

>>39730787
Kain Treaty
Rico Black

>>39730787
Kevin "Ebola" Samburg

>>39731120
I like Kain Treaty

>people posting actual names

>and ones that aren't entirely cringeworthy or references

What the fuck is going on here?

>>39731193
>>39731120
I'm going to go with Kain Treaty then, seems like a decent name.

Give me a bit to write the next post

>>39731230
You're welcome

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>>39730787
That’s right, you’re Kain Treaty.

You’re having trouble remembering anything as you plummet towards the planet.
From your viewing port you can just see Caedina below.
A barren and desolate planet, with a lacking atmosphere, thin clouds crawl across a grey landscape.

Caedina, the last home of Mankind.

17 months ago, Fleet Scouts had stumbled upon a surprisingly habitable world orbiting around a T Tauri sequence star, the Earth size planet was mostly hidden by the accretion disk of the forming T Tauri star, but one of the scouts discovered it when they were captured in the gravity of the grey planet and almost collided with one of its two, small moons.

You’re not what people would consider “educated”, but from what you’ve gathered, Caedina is a fully formed planet orbiting a forming star. The star had a cloud of .. stuff. Dust and matter, which hid the planet. The scientist of the Fleet speculated that Caedina was a rogue planet which was captured by the gravity of the T Tauri star. The stellar cloud surrounding the star hid the planet both visually, and from the sensors of the Fleet’s enemies.

The Doge, the civilian leader of the Fleet, saw Caedina as the perfect world to rebuild Mankind, hidden in a far off part of the galaxy, cloaked in a cloud of stellar material, they were bound to be safe here.

Several weeks of debates and arguments began between the various political blocs of the Fleets. The military was heavily against settling anywhere, stating that movement was their best defence against their foe.
However, many people were tired of running and fighting, especially those who could remember a life on Earth. They were too set on living on a planet again, of getting of “these damned ships” that they could not be persuaded.

In the end, roughly 60-70 percent of the Fleet population decided to settle on Caedina, somewhere in the range of 1.5 million people.

>>39731678
You didn’t want to live on a planet that wasn’t Earth, even if your memories of that blue and green world are half forgotten. Besides, from what you’ve gathered, the endless grey landscape of Caedina was more depressing to the colonizers than the metal halls of the Fleet.

The people lived on though, make a city or two, slowly terraforming the grey planet, while you and some eight hundred thousand people maintained the Fleet, and continued to live “normal lives”.

No peace can last forever, however.
You are human after all, and your enemies are many, they have hounded you across the known galaxy, and killed you at every opportunity.
Of course, Mankind has killed its fair share of the enemy, it’s possible even more of them have died than humans have.

One day, you’re awaken by an explosion raking the ship, and suddenly the bulkhead into the room you’re sleeping bursts open, and two heavily armored marines march in. They grab you by your arms, and push you into the hall.

You see a sea of people in the same situation as you, being pushed and herded towards a section of the ship that opens up.
Several desks were thrown about the room, with uniformed men and women behind it.

“ATTENTION ALL CITIZENS. CAEDINA IS UNDER ATTACK. ALL ABLE BODIED CITIZENS ARE HENCEFORTH DRAFTED”.

The announcement seems to be on repeat, resounding through the halls of the ship. Somehow you end up in front of one of the desks, the pale man behind it shoving a tablet into your hands.

NAME:

HOME SHIP:

OCCUPATION:

Pick a home ship, this determines your occupation

>The Jersey - the prison ship
>Olympus - the slum of cities ships
>The Avadora - the refinery ship

>>39731815
sorry for the delay between posts, The second half kept bugging me.

I just posted what I had since I couldn't get it right

>>39731839
It's alright
>>39731815
>The Avadora - the refinery ship

>>39731815
>>The Avadora - the refinery ship

So, we forgemaster now? Got that swole ass body from hammering away all day?

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>No one mentioned Andrew as a name.

>>39731815
>The Avadora - the refinery ship

>>39731958
ANDR[u]-113 5 ever

>>39731958
>>39732006
>tfw you don't get the reference

>>39732030
MC in Amdiron's previous quest.

>>39731958
Fuck, I knew OP's name sounded familiar.

>>39732124
>derp

Hold on, let me go bash my face into the wall, I should have known that one.

>>39731815
>The Avadora - the refinery ship

>>39732030
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=xenocide
>“Beep Boop Motherfucker”.

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>>39731815
You quickly fill out the rather minimal form.

NAME: Kain Treaty

HOMESHIP: The Avadora

OCCUPATION: Forge Worker B-class

The Avadora wasn’t your original ship. The people of the Fleet have lived most of their lives on the ship they fled Earth on.

You however, once lived on a small passenger ship with your mother. Something… happened one day. You remember screaming and blood, bright flashes, and fire.

One moment you were running towards a shuttle with your mother and a group of armed men. The lights went out, and there was more screaming. You felt the hand of your mother get ripped away from your grip, her voice just a whisper,
“Kaine !”

You were alone, alone in the dark ship, yells and gunshots all around you. Slowly at first, tears started to fall down your face. Then you couldn’t help it any longer, you cried out into the void, cried for your mother.

You don’t know how long you were in the dark, but suddenly the sobs were squeezed out of you as a powerful arm wrapped around you. You were moving again, moving away from your mother.

She’s still out there.
You punched and kicked.

She’s waiting for you.
You screamed. You fought as hard as your little body could.

“Kaine!”

Suddenly the lights sparked back to life. One of the armed men is carrying you, there seems to be far less people running than before.

The sounds of heavy boots rebounding of the metal floor.

But you’re not on that passenger ship, you’re on The Avadora, apparently being drafted.

You snap out of your memories and hand the tablet over to the pale man behind the desk.
He uses a stylus to manipulate some the screen, perhaps pulling up more data on you. The man has a sickly voice,
“Your last physical report shows you’re in a superior physical state compared to other members of the Fleet. I’m assigning you to the Orbital Drop unit. Congratulations”.

>>39730783
Fuck you for not waiting a week for this.
Guy who came up with aNDR[u]-113 here, and I can't participate because I have shit to do the whole week.
Sorry mate, hope this quest doesn't crash and burn.

>>39731815
>The Jersey - the prison ship
I'm a jersey boy.

>>39731678
>The Doge
Really?

>>39732679
That's an actual term of office, dumbass.

>>39732600
You don’t even get a word in before a soldier in a black uniform motions you over to another room, which seems to be converted into a temporary barracks.
Most of the soldiers seem to be given a simple rifle and uniform, and are herded out through a door.

You, however, are brought towards the back corner of the room, where heavily augmented humans move around piles of metal. The augmented humans strip and assemble weapons and devices of various makes, all the while, working on the seemingly random piles of metal.

Perhaps the most heavily modded human you’ve even see walks up to you. His hands, arms, legs, and most of his face seem to be comprised of only metal. You thought of entire head was metal, but a small plate raises itself up towards his head on hidden gears, exposing his nose and neon green eyes.

“Looks like we’ve got anotha’ Earth Fucka!”, the robotic man says, his eyes wrinkling up in a .. smile perhaps? “Nice to meetcha, m8! They call me 7’s. I work on these drop suits with me boys”.

“Kaine”, you say as you take the extended hand of “7’s”, the metal hand giving you a powerful squeeze.

“Kaine, that’s a good name if I ‘ave ever heard! We’ll fix you up right, m8. Now whadda want? You’’ve got three” The augmented man shoves three fingers in front of your face, “three options!
You got your stalker, your jumpa’, and your brawler!”

“What do they do?” You ask a bit surprised. You’re well aware that Orbital Drop units, a sort of elite amongst the Fleet, use drop suits to survive being dropped from orbit.

Their elite because many of the Fleet live in low gravity, and couldn't survive the insane idea of falling onto a planet, apparently you have the physical requirements to do just that.

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>>39732723
Of course, the drop suits are what really keep you alive, but you didn’t know there are more than one type

“Your stalkers fur stalking, your jumpa’ is fur jumping, and your brawler is fur brawling!” For emphasis, the modded human points to three seemingly similar piles of metal

>Choose..?

>Stalker
>Jumpa’
>Brawler


Fuck, forgot pic

>>39732741
>Jumpa’

>>39731958
>>39732006
>>39732124
>>39732150
Ha, I'm surprised people remember that quest, thanks guys

>>39732215
Ah yes, the words that made many rage quit

>>39732608
You'll be missed, hope you can catch the next one

>>39732741
>Stalker

>>39732741
>>Brawler

>>39732741
>Jumpa'

We starship troopers now

>>39732741
>Stalker
Mainly because we were left in the dark as a kid.

>>39732741
>Stalker

>>39732741
>Jumpa’

>>39732741
>>Brawler

>>39732741
can we ask for recommendations?
I can't choose between jumpa and stalka.

>>39732974
"Well, m8, it's pretty simple if ya ask me. When is comes to stalking, ya can't beat the stalker.
On the other hand, when it comes to jumping, ya can't beat the jumpa'!

People who use da jumpa' tend to be pretty crazy fucka's, but the stalkers tend to be mysterious psychopaths if ya ask me.

Both suits kick ass, really ".

>>39733027
>People who use da jumpa' tend to be pretty crazy fucka's, but the stalkers tend to be mysterious psychopaths if ya ask me.
As much as i like banished quest,my vote is for stalker than.
>>39732974

>>39732761
>>39732822
>>39732898
3 for jumpa'

>>39732810
>>39732949
2 for brawler

>>39732791
>>39732825
>>39732878
>>39733067
4 for stalker

15 min mark, it was a close vote

>>39733067
But anon, people will care more if you put on the mask.

What's the worst that could happen?

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Don't make us say it.

>>39733374
Can't believe i forgot about this.

>>39732741
“Huh, didn’t take you for the type, m8!”, 7’s says as he gives you a slap on the back, knocking most of the air out of you.

Immediately, several of the other augmented drop what they’re doing, and begin to bring parts from you of the piles of metal to you. They slip a rig over your chest, and begin to assemble the parts around it. As they work, 7’s gives you some explanations.

“The Stalker ain’t my first choice, hell, it ain’t even my second choice, which would by default make it my last choice, but that is besides da point! This suits gotta lot of sensory adapters, making your hearing, eyesight, and the like much fasta’ . Your reflexes are also boosted, i’ve heard fellas can even dodge bullets in these bad boys. Only problem is the slight… discomfort of a neurological uplink, but we’ll get to that later.
Anyways, this thing is built fur survivability, working behind enemy lines n’ all that shit. Got a whole bunch of built in medic shit, like pain killers and da like. You’ll notice that the mods on your legs are pretty intense, these let you jump and walk around almost silently. Motion sound oppressors or some shit like that. If you ask me, da jumpa’s rockets are way cooler.

Let’s see what else… “ 7’s scratches his nose in thought. Come to think of it, his voice doesn’t sound mechanical at all, which is surprising since his entire neck seems to be metal. You’ll have to ask him later.

“Tha entire thing is airtight, so you can survive out in space… uuuh, armor is way lighter than tha other suits… magnetic soles in your feet so you can move about in zero-G but that doesn’t matter for this op. Oh shit! yeah, you’ve got a grappling hook! Tons of more shit, I’ll tell you all about it once you get back .. “

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>>39733798

The augmented man bursts into laughter at that, his eyes crinkling in glee, “Shit, i forgot, this is a suicide mission after all”

“Suicide mission?” No one’s even told you what the mission was, only that Caedina was under attack.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it! Oh, you’re almost done, time for the helmet, and that neuro - whateva I was talking ‘bout”

7’s gets up and picks up a squarish helmet off the ground, the last piece in the pile of metal. The sides seems to flow off the rectangular nose of the helm, with what looks like sensors on the side. 7’s moves surprisingly quick, almost jamming the helm onto your head. You reel back in surprise, then there is a click, the helm locking into the rest of the suit.

There is also pain. Intense pain. Every nerve in your body seems to cry out at once as your very thoughts are ripped out of your brain. Starting at the base of your skull, it feels as if your veins and muscles are being pulled out of your body one by one.

Suddenly, your sensations seem to rebound, expanding out of your body.

You didn’t realize it, but you feel onto the ground, it’s very cold. 7’s offers you a hand, which you take. You can feel every cress and notch in his mechanical hands.

“Crazy shit, right? Well, you’re all done here, off to your pod”.

Someone shoves a rifle of some sort into your hands, and gently pushes you towards one of the doors, which you realize leads to the hanger of the ship.

Your movements seem strange… almost elegant. Each step is silent, as you shift weight you feel hydraulics shifting tirelessly to compensate.

>>39733798
so if jumpa was the crazy fuckers with rockets on their legs, than what the hell were the brawlers?

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>>39733862
Your vision is also very sharp, and you can hear everything going on in the busy hanger.

It’s as you tighten your grip on your rifle that you realize something.
You can FEEL the handle. You can feel everything. It’s like you’re walking barefooted through the ship’s hall. You don’t have a HUD, you’re not seeing through a camera, even though the helmet didn’t seem to have any eye slits at all.

It’s as if the suit has become you, your face, your feet, you hands.
You’re still trying to process all these sensations as you are lead onto a shuttle of sorts. Taking a seat near the back, you try to relax.

After a while, the rest of the seats fill up, other people from the Avadora. Most of them see to be miners. You never worked close with any of them, though you recognize several faces. None of the miners have the gear you’re wearing though, it’s mostly light body armor and grey uniforms for them. Many of them shoot you dirty looks as they settle into their seats, as far away from you as possible.

Perhaps it’s because your face is covered, but they don’t seem inclined to talk to you.

The shuttle doors close with a hiss, and you feel gravity start to leave.

What should you do?
>Just rest, take everything in
>Test out your equipment
>Start a conversation

>>39733882
Yeah, I'm curious as to the specs of the other suits, I'd love to hear what 7's has to say about them.

>>39733949
>Test out your equipment

>>39733949
>>Test out your equipment

>>39733949
>Test out your equipment
>Start a conversation
Multitask, might also let us know what could have been.

>>39733949
>Test out your equipment
>Start a conversation

>>39733949
>Test out your equipment

Don't want to be disoriented during the mission.

>>39733949
Man we are going to be popular. Psychologically damaged stalker who doesn't communicate or attempt to make friends. Honestly looking forward to it, may be the first quest /tg/ doesn't try and diplomance

>>39734329
Eh, cuts down on character bloat.
Being the silent guy could be a cool change for once.

>>39734364
Yeah, I'm all for it. Nice to have a change.

I'm typing for testing equipment, but i got stuck on finding weapon pics, so it might take a bit longer

>>39734534
Are you using the Sci-Fi concept art google drive?

>>39734647
Is there such a thing?

>>39734700
https://drive.google.com/folderview?id=0B1Cp2Hn77LPmeFpzeFhXdkRRaFU&usp=sharing#_=_

>>39734534
Sasuga, Amdi-kun

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>>39733949

It seems unlikely anyone will want to talk to you, it looks like everyone is pissed that you’ve got better armor, but it’s not like you did anything to get it.

You’re a Forgeworker, so you spend most of your time in Earth Gravity. The miners on the other hand spend most of their time in zero-G, working on asteroids and such. You’re built better for gravity and they aren’t. That’s about as simple a reason why you have different equipment.

You shrug, no point in wasting time failing to start a conversation, you start to take a look at your equipment. You’re not really a weapons expert, though you’ve handled them in the past, helping defend The Avadora on the several occasions it was bordered.

First you look at your rifle, it’s a rather compact weapon, built of durable metal alloys. It’s actually surprisingly light, though the rounds seem to be rather large. Extracting the magazine, you see that the rounds appear to be Armor Piercing rounds, with hardened ballistic caps.

Apparently this compact rifle has quite the kick. The ACOG scope telling you that you can use it at some range. It’s a weapon they’d never issue for On Ship Combat, a single round could puncture the hull of the ship and kill an entire section of civilians. You’ve never even touched something like this the few times you’ve handled guns.

You’re apparently going up against something with heavy armor, perhaps other enemy Orbital Drop units. Checking your person, you see the technicians were kind enough to give your suit several pouches for magazines, the 6 in the pouches giving you 7 in total.

With the magazine from the weapon, you smoothly unload it, but have some trouble reloading the massive rounds. You’ll need some practice. Each magazine holds 10 rounds, so you have 70 in total.

A single round to the chest could kill a human, so as long as you don’t panic, it should be enough to get you through for a while. Sadly, you don’t have a sidearm.

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>>39735195

Setting down your rifle, you prepare to test out your Drop Suit, but you keen sense pick up a conversation across the shuttle,
“Look at that bastard over there, in that shiny suit of armor”
“Just be lucky you ain’t in one of them, you fucktwit, I heard Orbital Drop units die like flies before they hit the ground”
“Why do they need to send in O.D. anyways, who are we fighting?”
“Fuck if I know, I heard there was a rebellion and everyone's gone crazy, people eating each other n’ shit”

You zone out the chatter around you and focus on your suit. 7’s said something about a grappling hook..?
As you start to think about grappling hook, this is a click, and a hiss, and a pronged hook pops out from your forearm, facing the direction your hand is pointing.

You imagine the grappling hook going away, and it not even a second later, it’s being compressed back into your suit.

It seems pretty straight forward, since the suit is hooked up to your mind, all you have to do is think about it, and the suit does that action.

You think about the first aid 7’s talked about, and then a HUD blinks into your vision, giving you you a long list of medicines you don’t recognize, along with your other vitals, though you know nothing about medicine, a helpful diagram shows your body, each section being green.

A half hour pases of you opening and closing different menus, each one giving you more details on the suits and the current readings. However, you can’t any sort of manual.
One menu does give you something though, a single line reading

[:\\OPTICS:VISUAL]

Perhaps there are other settings for optics. As this thought crosses your mind, you blink, and you’re vision has suddenly shifted to a world of blue, yellows, and reds. Most of the shuttle is covered in blue, but red and yellow blobs take the places of the miners.

>>39735238
It seems you have Infrared vision, blinking again, your eyes are burned by a violent green light. You think that’s night vision, though you suppose you would be blinded with all the shuttle lights on.

Before you have any more time to experiment with your Drop Suit, there a jolt, and you feel the gravity increase through the shuttle. Standing up, you see that the shuttle bay doors are slowly opening, a ramp extending out to reach the deck of whatever ship you’ve just reached.

You are immediately met by yelling voices, officers of some sorts yelling commands. You stand still as you listen to the officers yell at the disorganized miners. You don’t have time to enjoy the show though, as another officer in a decorated uniform steps forwards, placing a hand on your shoulder, and giving you a push in the direction of where you see other Drop Suits converging.
You suppose it was rather comic, a 5 foot something man pushing you around, while you stand at roughly 7 foot in your suit. You’re not even unbalanced by the shove you were given.

You duck and weave silently through the crowds of confused and scared Draftees, and make your way to the back of the crowd of Drop Suits.

On a raised podium, one man is facing the crowd, resting in a Drop Pod, the front half removed so that the crowd can see the man as he talks. Something about controlling the Drop Pod.

To your right, you see a group of people in what you recognize in stalker suits, huddle in a half circle, apparently talking about the suit. You can see similar clusters of jumpers and brawlers.

Finally, you see a group of troopers with several crates of weapons, apparently gathering ammo and switching weapons.

CHOOSE ONE
>Listen to the Drop Pod instructions
>Approach the Stalker group
>Head towards the weapons, maybe switch yours out

Aw, I was typing that for a while.
Does anyone have any preferences on short posts, with higher frequency, or do you like these longer posts?


>>39734784
This was a pretty cool drive

>>39735258
>>Approach the Stalker group
And use our super hearing to listen in on the instructions

>>39735258
>Listen to the Drop Pod instructions
Rule no.1 Know how to handle the death coffin or become fucked.

>>39735258
>Approach the Stalker group
Psycho bros!

>>39735328
I like both. Depends. Combat is probably better short unless you are into JQOP hyper detailed combat posts.

>>39735258
>Listen to the Drop Pod instructions

>>39735258
>Approach the Stalker group

Also, I'm gonna step out for a bit and grab some food.
I'll be back shortly

>>39735258
>Approach the Stalker group

>>39735258
Hard choice, but..
>Approach the Stalker group
And try to listen instructions with half ear?

>>39735328
>>39735362
Same as this Anon. Longer posts have been enjoyable to read, but in combat maybe shorter posts?

>>39735258
>Approach the Stalker group
Greetings fellow Stalker

>>39735258
>>Approach the Stalker group
Drop soon fellow stalkers

>>39733798
Anyone remember a /tg/ quest about an old stalker hero hiding on a frontier planet for retirement but the hunters found him there? The one where he fixed things for a living?

>>39736077
Yup it died after the QM tried to bring the one shot back to life months later.

>>39735397
You're back? Cool quest so far in

>>39736151
Such a shame.

But I am glad Amdiron is back for a quick quest. Hope it will continue but we can't ask for everything.

We still love ya Amdiron.

>>39736077
I really think we should have threads, just for about chatting about the old and glorious quests we had before...so we don't have to do it on good quest threads.

Will we hear about the screw ups of a certain humanoid robot and his bitching chimp half way across the galaxy?

>>39736191
Think they tried that, then Quest thread general turned cancerous.

>>39736077
>>39736151
What was it called? Last Guide? Last something?
I was just thinking about when I started typing up these suits actually. If then it died down , I believe both threads had like 90+ votes on the archive

>>39736185
Thanks Anon! I'm happy people remember me still!

>>39736191
That would be nice, but I don't mind, that old quest (whose name I can't remember) was really well written.

>>39736225
Haven't decided if this is the same setting or not, most likely not, but keep an eye out, I like Easter eggs.


Also, I'm back! Stalker party it is

>>39736270
Last Companion, I think.

>>39736290
>>39736270
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Last%20Companion%20Quest
Jesus i forgot that its almost been a year since he tried to bring it back.
>I'm making a guess at Sunday, but I might be able to swing something more during theweek. I'll try to post to QTG a head's up when I get a certain date/time.

>>39736290
>>39736429
Ahhh thanks anon!

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You silently make your way through the growing crowd of people, approaching the cluster of Stalkers near the edge . As you make your way toward them, you hear the instructor on the podium call out, “These pods have no control in space, thus, casualties are high while in Low Planet Orbit! Once in atmosphere, you can dodge and maneuver, but casualties are high due to increased enemy resistance! Casualties are also high when… “

The voice of the officer slowly fades as you approach the cluster of stalkers, a lithe man with black hair and overly long bangs addressing the whole group.

“So as you can see, your interface located on your forearm allows you to access all the abilities of your Stalker Suit”. As he talks, the man taps severals commands on a screen located on his forearm. Glancing around, you see everyone else doing the same, however, you don’t have any such device on your suit.

You listen in as the man continues his talk.
“This is the suits ‘Distortion Field’, from my understanding it interfaces with light somehow, and should make it difficult for the enemy to aim directly at you”.
As the man finished talking his arm drops to his side, and the air around him starts to shift.
It reminds you of the distortion near the exhaust vents of the massive furnaces of The Avadora. One of the older Forgeworkers told you it had to do something with heat.

The man moves about the small space he has, leaving a sort of afterimage behind, as well as a version of himself in front of him.. sort of. It’s very difficult for you to follow with your eyes.

The group claps at this small display, and the man has a small grin on his face.
It’s when you see the grin that you realize,
no one has a helmet on. At least, not a helmet like yours. All around, people are wearing Drop Suits, but they either have helmets which are similar to those used for normal space suits, ballistic helmets used by the common soldiers, or no helmets at all.

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>>39737369
As this all starts to dawn on you, you hear the Drop Pod Instructor yell, “AIR BRAKES, AIR BRAKES, AIR BRAKES! They will save your life!”.


The man brings his arm up to chest level again, and begin typing commands into it. He seems to repeat the action of moving his arm several times, but you assume it is the result of the “Distortion Field”.

Without warning, he’s back to normal, and you can focus on him easily.
“Next, is dodging bullets! The suits have a whole bunch of sensors throughout them, that should enhance your sense, so you can actually dodge the bullets!”

Those facts don’t really match up with what 7’s told you, it should be the neurological uplink that gives you better reflexes.

Perhaps your years of living alone have made you paranoid, but you don’t like the differences you see between yourself and the standard draftee. Being different isn’t a good thing when it comes to soldiers. Casting your enhanced eyes around the room, you try to take stock of your surroundings.
You quickly note that soldiers with Drop Suits like your own, with strange helms, stand in small groups of 2-4, a bit back from the rest of the crowd. You note the Drop Pod instructor has a strange, almost non-human helm, much like your own.
The design is different, rather than following the shape of the head, these Drop Suit helms have strange rectangular builds, and have almost no slots for the eyes.

All of these people seem like actual soldiers, they carry themselves with a sense of purpose which the draftees lack.

As you look around, you also see that the man giving the Stalker demonstration nods towards another Stalker. A helper, you assume, steps forward, and cooly draws a side arm and takes aim at the talking man.

>>39737397

The man with bangs takes a deep breath, and gives another nod.
There is the bark of ballistic weapons, and the man moves quickly to the side.
Though you suppose it was faster than the average man, your enhanced eyes clearly see the small round rip into an exposed part of his armor, between his shoulder and chest armor.

He stands there with a triumphant smile on his face, and gives a very fake laugh, both hands planted on his hips. The people around start to clap, but slowly stop as the see the red soak through the man’s uniform underneath his Drop Suit.

The man seems to notice the bullet wound for the first time as the applause dies out . He stares for several more seconds then gives a rather high pitch scream, clutching his shoulder at the same time.

You’re rather taken aback that such a small caliber weapon could pierce his suit. Looking down at your own suit, you have no doubt that the heavy metal and alloy mesh could stop far heavier rounds.

Suddenly there is a lot of push and shoving, as a group of professional soldiers muscle their way into the cluster of Stalkers.
These real soldiers also have Stalker suits on, the leader apparently a woman in a green Stalker suit, with her helm covering the top half of her face.
“You fucking dumbass, these half assed suits the Techies cobbled together aren't the real deal” she says as she starts to pick the bleeding man up.

>>39737397
That gun gives me an erection.

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>>39737424

“If you think getting shot is going to keep you off the frontline, you better - “
As she stands up with the shot man, her eyes, or rather her optics, fall on you.
The woman literally flings the man to the ground, and stands straight as a pillar when she notices you.
“OFFICER ON DECK”.
The other professional Stalkers seem to notice you for the first time to. Infact, it’s the first time anyone in the group has noticed you, perhaps it’s because of your suit.

The women and other Stalkers give you stiff salutes, as do the draftees after some confusion.

“SIR! APOLOGIZES FOR THESE SORRY EXCUSES OF STALKERS, SIR!”

You seem to have ran into a problem…
Impersonation of an officer is under penalty of death in the Fleet.

RETURN THE SALUTE?
>y/n

>Nod
>Walk away
>SORRY INDEED, MAGGOT
>Other

>>39737459
Yes

Never not return a salute

Nod as if we know what is going on.
They assigned us to be an officer, and an officer we will be, albeit without training.

>>39737459
jesus 7s what did you give us.
>>39737459
>Nod
>Walk away

>>39737459
>y
>Nod

>>39737459
>>y

>Nod
>Walk away

>>39737459
>>Other

Nope nope nope nope nope. We are in way too deep over our heads and about to engage in a major military maneuver. Make it very clear that we are not an Officer (not from fear of the death penalty but seriously Officers are important pieces on a battlefield). We do not need them looking to us when we have no information on the matter and less experience in these suits

>>39737459
>n
>Walk away

Mute protag GO!

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7's, why?

>mfw

>>39737550
>>39737558
>>39737565
>>39737572
looks like salute, nod and walk away

>>39737585
lol "logic"

>>39737588
Mute Protag Quest! If only it wasn't too late to change the name

>>39737859

Well here's to hoping that Stalker Officers are quiet loner types who go on assassination missions

>>39737956
I have a feeling that there is an officer with our last name or whole name wondering what where the fuck is his gear.

>>39737956
>Find Strelok
>Kill Strelok
A NUUUUU

>>39737992

And now I am no longer hoping they are quiet loner assassins. Otherwise we might never hear the Officer coming to reclaim his gear.

>there's only one thief in the military, everyone else is just trying to get their shit back

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>>39737459

Before you even realize it, you too are snapping to a crisp salute. It’s automatic almost, though you’ve never really saluted anyone before. You’ll chalk it up as another mystery of the Stalker Suit.

As you salute, you notice that the woman has the insignia of Staff Sergeant engraved into the side of her Stalker Suit. Even though you’re not part of the military, every member of the Fleet knows the ranks of the military. So this women seems to be a rather high ranking NCO, so what does that mean you’re impersonating? You don’t like it..

Once you finish saluting, you give a crisp nod, which you think means at ease, or at rest.
The soldiers stop saluting but still stand straight and face you, so you suppose they took that as “at ease”.

At the same time you grow increasingly panicked, but are satisfied that you took the correct measures a higher ranking soldier should take.

With that, you turn about on your heel, and march off to … somewhere else. You’re glad that you chose the Stalker Suit at least, it helps you walk like a dignified person, rather than a slouched Forgeworker. As several dozen eyes burn into the back of your skull as you walk off, you hear an klaxon begins ringing through the hanger

[OPERATION WILL BEGIN IN 15 MINUTES. OPERATION WILL BEGIN IN 15 MINUTES].

“MOVE YOU SORRY EARTH FUCKERS, GET READY TO JUMP!” You hear several of the professional soldiers yell at the draftees. They begin to march the crowd of armed citizens towards the door you were already making you way to.

You’re relieved that you don’t have to randomly change directions, and raise suspicions.

Soldiers and draftees are running all around you, but you flow through the growing mob of uniforms. The normal soldiers seem to be loading into shuttles of various sorts. Some large enough to even hold some strange vehicle with treads, and a turret of some make on top.

>>39738221
As you make your way through large door, wide enough to fit 10 people shoulder to shoulder, you walk down a short hall, and end up on a cramped cat walk. Drop Pods line the catwalk, and the various soldiers and draftees seem to be strapping themselves into them.

You notice that the pods for the real O.D units seem sleeker and better made, while the ones the draftees are using are bulkier and more … sketchy looking.

You don’t really know which one to take. On one hand, the O.D. pods look far safer, but on the other hand, you have no idea what you’re doing.. perhaps the draftees pods are designed for experienced pilots.

Pick your coffin
>O.D. Pod
>Draftee Pod
>Other [Fucking panic]

>>39738245
>>O.D. Pod

Well we have the charade now, might as well keep it up

>>39738245
>O.D. Pod

>>39738245
>O.D. Pod

>>39738245
>O.D. Pod
I rather go into the better looking coffin.

>>39738245
>>O.D. Pod

>>39738245
>Other [Fucking panic]
Look for officer O.D.

>>39738245
>>O.D. Pod
Why settle for some shitty wooden box when you can go down in a classy marble one?

>>39738286
>>39738318
>>39738320
>>39738321
>>39738334
>>39738430
going out in style

>>39738370
lol "logic"

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OK I'll ask since everyone else is too pussy to.

When do we Mark of Khaine a bitch?

>>39738627
Holy fuck Sauce please, do want.

Which series is that one?

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You pause for a minute, then shrug your armored shoulders.
Ride till you die.

You decide since you’re already committed, you might as well keep up the charade. You start to make your way towards the O.D. pods. As you walk, you see that many of the O.D. members step out of your way, allowing you to reach a pod you’ve decided on.

“Just another day falling from up high, eh?”
“Yeah, wonder how many of the Ground Fuckers are going to bite it before they make it”
“Probably all of th-”

The conversation seems to die down around you as you settle into a pod. The pod itself is “sleek” in comparison to the pods the draftees are using, but overall, it’s a rather bulky thing. Somewhat oval in shape, the pod has four tails near the “back”. To the side of your seat, you see that there is a spot to place your rifle. The weapon fits securely into the placement, and you’re happily surprised to see additional magazines.

[RIFLE AMMO: 7 APHBC
3 Unknown]

As you drop into the seat, and try to figure everything out, you hear voices to your right,
“Hey, isn’t that a- “
“Shut that fucking mouth man, you wanna get us killed?”

You decide that it’s best to not look like you don’t know what you’re doing, and simply sit with what you suppose is a relaxed posture in the drop seat. as you wait, you watch as the soldiers around you strap themselves in.

After several minutes of watching, the klaxon sounds again
[OPERATION WILL BEGIN IN ONE MINUTE! OPERATION WILL BEGIN IN ONE MINUTE!]

You quickly start strapping yourself in, and check all of your instruments, though you’re not sure on what everything does. Two joysticks by the side look like their for steering, which if you remember from what the instructor said, means that you can only use them in atmosphere.

A soldier in a green uniform walks down the catwalk, closing the drop pod doors.
You start to feel the pressure build up in your chest.

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>>39738847
In turn, your pod door is closed to, your only light seeping in from the slot at about eye level.
These things weren’t built for spacers, they were built for soldiers, a large red button slowly flashes the words “DROP” in all capitals.

A voice calls out over a radio somewhere,” ALL UNITS PREPARE TO DROP”

You are Kaine Treaty.
“3!”
You don’t remember what you were suppose to do this day, you think you had the day off.
“2!”
Are you afraid to die?
“1!
DROP! DROP! DROP! DROP!”

You don’t even remember hitting the button, but suddenly the light from the ship is gone, and you’re staring out into the black void of space. For a moment, you see flashes and explosions, a space battle is raging on? You didn’t even realize it. A frigate is ripped in half by ballistic batteries.

That scene only lasts for a second, then the world is all black.

The sound of … rain? The soft ping of heavy drops falling on metal. You’re home.
The wind blows softly through the yellow grass, waves of it racing across the endless plains.
Or did it ruffle through the needles of countless pines, a sea of green?

A voice calls out, who’s is it?
Ah yes, it’s your mother’s voice. Your mind flashes, a car ride through the country, your mother driving, the sensation of driving and her soft humming lulling you to sleep.

Then suddenly, you’re walking with your mother. Hand in hand, you make your way down a rocky path, you’re approaching a shore… of a river? Or is it a sandy beach.
Again your mind flashes.

She calls out again, you stop playing and turn towards her.
Is she sitting under a pine or a cotton wood?

You can’t see her face.

Then the sound of rain, falling on a tin roof. A flash of bright light, lightning perhaps?
No. It’s plasma.

Your eyes snap open.
Your breath comes heavy, the sound bouncing around in your helmet.

>>39738868
As your Orbital Assault Pod falls through the canvas of stars, hundreds of pings and scrapes sounds from below your feet. Though it reminds you of rain, you know it is fine shrapnel, from the battle raging around you, colliding with your heat shield.

More voices call out. They aren’t the calm, distant voices of your memories. They are desperate and angered, voices calling out through, and against, the void as their lives come to an end. Much like a child with its toy taken away, they wail in rage.

The small slit at about eye level is your only connection to the outside world. A bright flash to your right draws your attention. A Drop Pod like yours bursts in a brilliant explosion, scraps of metal flying out in all directions.
You brace yourself, expecting the shockwave to disrupt your flight, but after a few moments you realize it’s not coming.
You haven’t even reached the atmosphere yet.

What a nightmare.

Still the voices call out into the void, but perhaps with one less.
A commanding voice starts barking orders, “Act like soldiers you fucking Ground Eaters. Radio silence from here on out, damn it”.

It seems that the draftees aren’t handling the shock of an Orbital Drop that well. You aren’t either it would seem.

The voices call out quickly, perhaps even frantically after that for a few split seconds. Many call out names, others just yell, then with a quick burst of static, they’re gone. You’re alone again.

“Kaine!”

With a jolt, you focus back into this world, stopping your mind from wandering. You hit the orbit. You can steer. A screen on the pod pops up. three spots are highlighted.

One seems to be a city of sorts. Another spot is a mountain range to the north, while the other is an island. It’s off the coast from the city it would seem.
>Where should you land?

>City
>Mountains
>Island
>Just fall

Roll me a 1d20 while you’re picking, first 3 count

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>39738889
>>City

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>39738889
>City

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>39738889

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>39738889
>City
Here we go

>>39738755
Well because I'm a dickhead that forgot to rename it to the issue so I'd never forget and Google is as useful as ever you're best bet would be to check around /co/ and see if anyone knows

What I remember from that is that woman is one of the Kravinofs's I believe

>>39739109
kek, shitty. Alright, I'll be lurking in /co/ for a while, then.

Thanks anyway, though.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>39738889
>>City

>>39738755
I'm pretty sure it's called grim hunt

Aaaaaaaagh, the suspense is killing me.

Which is good. Means it's a good quest.

Anyone else reminded of best fisherman, and greatest commissar?

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You tighten your grip on the two joysticks on the armrests. Moving them both to the lift makes you start to tip to the left, the same goes to the right. After experimenting for while, you realize that the joysticks control flaps near the “front” of the pod, and give you a significant amount of control during your fall.

At one point you jerk too hard on the controls and go into a slow spiral which starts to pick up speed. You stop yourself from panicking and methodically right yourself.

Sparing a moment, you glance through the slit of the pod. You see pods bursting around you like cherry bombs when you throw them into the forges of The Avadora.

You can see lines of plasma arcing out from the mountains, hitting anything in the sky. Streaks of bright, reflective light race pass you. You think you can spot a constant stream of missiles launching from the island, many missing their mark. The missiles seem to lack the turning capacity to keep adjust for the rapid speeds of the drop pods though.

You can’t see the city itself, but your pod’s computer tells you are heading directly for it.

You can see pods falling towards the three designated targets, and everywhere in between.
You’re on target, but you can’t really see below you, so evasive measures seem to be pointless. You’re starting to wonder why they would add flight controls when you can’t even see where you’re going to land.

You’re starting to get nervous. Who the fuck builds a drop pod where you can’t see what’s coming directly at you?

You start to move your pod side to side, zigging and zagging. Maybe you’ll miss a missile or two this way.

A powerful thud sounds from below your right foot, the surprise causes you to yank on the controls.
Where you hit? What was that?

>>39739921
As you start another uncontrolled spin, you see another pod spin away from you, for a split second, before your continued spin hides the pod.
It seems you’ve hit someone else.

You spend the next moments getting yourself into another controlled fall. Resigning yourself to fate, you simply line up with the city, and hope you don’t get hit. You would feel rather bad if you hit another pod like that.

Several suspenseful moments pass, explosions rocking you, and the force of falling giving you an uncomfortable feeling of weightlessness. You feel like you might die at any moment.

Time passes like this for a while, and you start to lose track of it. Then suddenly, large yellow words pop up on the pod screen

[DEPLOY CHUTE]

A green button flashes nearby, reading [CHUTE]. You slam your fist into the button, instantly feeling several G’s of force ripping your body apart. You think you might black out, but slowly your suit compensates somehow for the such change in velocity, and you feel the numbness seep out of your senses.

Another kick, as you hear rockets spark into life underneath your feet, once again you feel the sudden change in velocity hitting your body like a wall, but it’s not as bad as before. There’s a click, and the thrusters stop. You start to pick up speed, and then a loud bang rings throughout the pod, your suit’s hydraulics straining to their max to stop your spine from piercing through your skin.

You slouch into your chair, letting your straps hold you in place. On the screen you see the words

[LANDFALL]

blink several times. With tired hands, you start to unfasten the straps keeping you in place. You look around for the commands and find the command to open the door.

This one is labeled as well , “Eject Canvas”

>>39739950
With a click, the doors to your pod burst open, from the force of small charges it would seem. Pale light floods your pod, and with a hand covering your face, you exit the pod on shaking legs.
Quickly, you retrieve your rifle from its holding place, making sure to finds places for the ammo on your person.

You stretch your back out, feeling several blissful pops run up and down your tortured spine. Looking around, it seems like you’ve crashed into the yard of some suburban house. Well, house is a kind word, it’s more of a hut.

Looking up into the sky, you see the beautiful sight of hundreds of pods falling to the ground, on trails of fire.

Like… falling stars.

So many stars… you think you remember a day like this before…

That beautiful scene is sundered by the bark of automatic weapons somewhere to the… east.

You shake your head to clear it.
You’re in a battlefield, you’re not here to sight see.

You can see several trails of smoke wafting into the air, from other pods to the west.

Come to think of it, no one actually gave you orders. It’s seem it’s up to you to do something.

You can see several explosions light up the sky to the north, which looks to be more towards the heart of the city.

What shall you do.

>Head East
>Head West
>Head North

>>39739975
>>Head West
Link up with fellow troops

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>>39739975
Last time it was the empties now it's the falling stars, eh?

>>39739975
>Head North

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>>39740029
I've read so many HFY, sometimes I forgot I've read some of them.

But yes, I've read that before

>>39739975
Can we communicate with anybody?

If so I say we tell them we're going North to scout if not

>Stalk West

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>>39740079
That's cool, I can't wait for our 1st crit.

>>39739975
>Head North

>>39739975
>Head west

>>39739975
Head west
Let's see what we can see see see

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>>39740180
>>39740171
>>39740091
>>39739992
4 for Stalk West

>>39740156
>>39740031
2 for "walk" north


We will start the next thread by heading west then!

I've ran for as long as I can today, and I hoped everyone enjoyed it. Sorry if the pace wasn't fast enough for you.

I don't know when I'll run again, but I have a twitter, so take at look at that for the next time I'll run!

https://twitter.com/XenocideAmdiron

and if you have any questions that can't wait
http://ask.fm/Amdiron
ask me questions here

Alright, thanks for taking part in this thread everyone, it was fun running again!

Sorry I forgot to say that the last post was the last post of the thread

>>39740338
That gif is now our walk.

It looks so incredibly stealthy.

>>39740338
Thanks for running! How long do you expect this quest to last?

>>39740338
Thanks for running again, see you next time.

>>39740378
Well that depends! I might cause it to crash and burn like in Xenocide, but it's possible to end in the next 2-4 threads, if the wrong decisions are made!

>>39740369
Stalk with swagger

>>39740391
See you next time, in Mute Protag quest!

>>39740448
Pretty sure Xenocide died due to player stupidity, not you. As far as us dying? yeah I can see that tg's quest base can have moment of alarming stupidity.

>>39740485
A lot of things have come up. School, work, family. I'm really lacking in free time. I don't want to run a quest that happens sporadically. Most good quests have a schedule and run constantly. If I can't find the time to run regularly, then I don't think I should continue running.Quest that have dug in, with a significant amount of threads could take long hiatuses, but we're on thread 7.

Taken from the pastebin he put to explain why he dropped Xenocide. Sure, /tg/ being /tg/ certainly factored in as well but not enough to kill the quest.

>>39739430
I do not. Please remind me?

>>39740029
Some time I love HFY.

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>>39742418
The Empties are still looking for ANDR[u]

>>39742720
I remember that.

Gave me nightmares they did.

>>39742720
implying we won't find empties in this quest

>>39732780
>surprised people remember that quest
>tweeted this thread on the twitter account you run the quest with
Amdiron pls

>>39746358
I think he tweeted on his account after people started talking about his old quest