>>1799311
>Also today, husband to six women.

I think you people confuse lust for love.

>>1799311
Party must have been rough

>>1799370

You know nothing, Jack Sparrow.

>>1799311
>This is the happiest day of your life, and you are in utter agony.

Some kind of dick friction burn

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Your head feels like it was used as the stadium for a Synthwave concert, buzzing in uncomfortable frequencies, and your tongue still feels thick and swollen despite the water you chugged when you woke up, half-dressed, curled up in the pilot seat of the Knuckle Kaiser this morning. Rather than get married in a church, you're doing it out here on a field in one of Red Siren's public parks, where a stage has been set up and a virtual forest of chairs for onlookers. Every time a bird chirps, your head throbs painfully.

It's a shame, because some of these speeches are really good. Pierre's, in particular, pre-recorded for this occasion, has moved several people to tears with its bluff sincerity and laughter with its amusing anecdotes, “Anyway, she never quite gave up on her dream of being a maid...and I never stopped making messes for her to clean up...”

It's not as if you've forgotten the events of last night entirely. You were just so drunk that they're completely disjointed, standing like the isolated monoliths of some ancient temple lost to time, hinting at the shape it once held. Still images, vividly colored by jubilant emotion.

“...When I first met Roarke Starwind, I thought 'right, that man is going to be a damned peril to my poor sister' from the moment he stopped pretending to be a filthy scavvie. Of course, at the time, he had just finished scraping the head of my Pumpkinseed along the hull of California Station...”

You remember the bar crawl, getting steadily more and more inebriated with your friends and senior officers. You remember the shared recollections and stories. You remember the mutual promise to avoid all girlfriends tonight, and celebrate the brotherhood of manly friendship on your last night of bachelorhood, sworn solemnly with mugs held high. You remember a group of the SOUL men showing up, and singing karaoke with Major Amos Wedge and his squad. You remember Colonel Stern doing frankly hilarious impressions of the various SOUL pilots he's known.

“Really, I think the trouble all began when I caught her staring, blushing, at the bounty computer program on her PC. I guess she was looking him up.”

That was the normal part.

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“...I should have realized something was wrong when she wouldn't stop staring into space humming that 'Killer Queen' song...”

Samantha's slender, long-haired father sniffles and blows his nose, her hulking mother patting his back consolingly.

You're not quite sure how you ended up getting Domon drunk, but you do remember fighting him. Since neither of you was sober or seriously intending to hurt the other, that mostly meant you wrestling a gigantic, well-fed tiger. Truly a difficult foe. You're pretty sure he got ahold of your jacket and threw you through a window. You remember apologizing to the proprietor, vaguely.

You remember hitting the streets with several bottles. You remember having to drunkenly pretend that Oda wasn't hiding up a tree behind you when confronted by a very insistent Jane Mappa. You don't think you did a very good job, because you remember running away, laughing. Dave from Engineering saved the day when he managed to pry open an entrance to the sewers for you to escape.

“...I won't lie, the situation with Suleiman 1, we argued a lot, but I never had to worry about Samantha before. I was so angry at Starwind when she vanished, because I was sure he'd tricked her somehow, but maybe I was really angry at myself for not doing more to help?”

You're not sure where the giant, frozen tuna came from, but somehow it ended up in the lake. You think maybe there was some plan to revive it or something to make up for Rosita not getting to import crocodiles? Either way, it didn't work, and when you threw it out of the water in disgust and almost hit Colonel Stern he cut its head off with a single slash and then fell off the pier midway through a sip of whiskey.

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>>1799474
What in tarnations happened last night.

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>>1799484

>>1799484
Glorious shenanigans.

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You remember Maxwell Hammer having to wear the hat of shame for breaking the 'no girlfriends' rule to go visit Mako Nunez in the hospital. His protests that they weren't dating were overriden by her demanding he honor his word and wear the hat, which might be the most roundabout way of asking someone out that you've ever heard. Knowing she's conscious again...and you can see her, covered in bandages in the crowd, so you know that wasn't a hallucination...made the whole night happier.

“...Anyway, she'd always been the most ethical person I knew, so when she retired it was hard on a lot of the SOUL personnel...”

Richard and Finn Bodvarsson had an honorable swordfight with hedgetrimmers, apparently over whether or not they're related. You remember that. Apparently the hedgetrimmers weren't theirs, because you remember the police showing up. They were in groundcars and light tanks (tiny in scale compared to the massive HMIS-equipped ones like the Blitz), fortunately, so you bent the doors so they wouldn't open and ran away whooping.

There was a paint fight in one of Auditorium's mechbays. The Tournament Mercenary Faction all allied and won handily, you're not very good at that sort of thing and got completely drenched...thankfully it all came out before the wedding...

“...I nearly threw Ensign Young into a garbage vent when I heard him say that, I think it's part of the reason why the SOUL squads got sent to different ships. No brawling on Colonel Stern's watch, no sir...”

You remember needing to wash off, which involved starting a fire to activate the sprinkler systems somewhere. Hopefully you didn't damage too much.

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You remember racing Oda in Harpy Shinobis while singing along with some incomprehensible song he insisted was good. You would have won, but you slowed down at the finish line to give him a high-five and tied. Part of the course was buzzing the Iulia Maesa repeatedly in stealth mode to set off its proximity alarms. Its CIWS turrets had just come online when the S-Betta appeared out of nowhere and dragged you both away. You don't count that as violating your oath. You didn't seek her out, after all, she grabbed you and pulled you away and then left to do whatever it is women do to get ready for weddings.

You ran from the police, again, after you and Oda crash-landed into the woods. This time because Bruce Kelly was the first person you found and he insisted you join him for what he insisted was his people's most sacred tradition and the foundation for most of their songs. At least that's what you think he said. At any rate, it involved stealing sheep. You're not sure where the sheep went. You think they wandered away when you forgot about them to get more booze. You were distracted by Mohammed explaining in great, drunken detail to several extremely inebriated Martian dignitaries and Hakim the Kinless...drinking through a straw to avoid taking his helmet off...why his mech wasn't human-shaped but rather fashioned in the likeness of the Greater Crested Ape of Chad. Asim insisted he'd heard of it.

At some point you got past the barricade of female tournament pilots trying to keep your drunken mob out of the mechbay where the tourney mecha were kept, because Karen was too worn-out after your shower to remember to transport the Flowerhorn and Kaiser back to the Rhinehawk and thus your mech was still there. You remember having a long, one-sided talk with the Kaiser. It seemed happy. Why wouldn't it be? Yes, most of it is new...the bioframe, the armor, the improved circuitry, the entire structure of the arms strengthened and revamped, the weapons systems, the shields, the drones...but at its heart, it's got the frame of a mech that was left for junk, and yet saved your life. It's your mech, your only mech. Even Colonel Stern and the Paladins couldn't defeat it, or at least they haven't yet. Eventually you fell asleep there.

“...And so...while I can't be here today, I can show my sister that I understand the lesson she taught me, that sometimes, you have to follow your heart and do what's right even when it isn't easy...”

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>>1799525
That is adorable.. and I need to know what the hat of shame is.I might make a picture.

So are we going to turn the belt into space 'murrica? We haven't really discussed our plans for this or at least I hadn't caught up when that came up, this is my first thread since January, it's good to be back.

>>1799599
We've just got recognized as an independent nation and were given dominion over the belt by Sol. At this point we're leaning more towards space Germany than murrica.

>>1799534
>You were distracted by Mohammed explaining in great, drunken detail to several extremely inebriated Martian dignitaries and Hakim the Kinless...drinking through a straw to avoid taking his helmet off...why his mech wasn't human-shaped but rather fashioned in the likeness of the Greater Crested Ape of Chad. Asim insisted he'd heard of it.

That has to be one of the greatest bits of rules lawyering I've ever heard.

"No. No. It is a monkey, not a human."

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Which is why you feel so confident about your design for the wedding rings, actually. Precious metals and gems have lost a lot of their value since ancient times, gold and platinum are both commonly used in the construction of a mech's sensors and circuitry. The rings are made of shards of the Kaiser's black armor, each set with a gem taken from the sensor core of the mech. Threads of gold and platinum have been intricately wound around and over the rings, each unique to the girl it's intended for.

“The point is, I wish I could be there, but you've made me proud, sis. I've got to go do what's right, but I love you a lot, and I don't feel like I'm losing you so much as gaining a surprisingly honorable big brother. There's no one who can keep her safe better than you, Roarke, and nobody can keep YOU safe better than her, so listen to her.”

You smile, you'll have to listen to it again later. Samantha sniffles, Fatima pats her on the back, and mutters something about not wiping her eyes with her makeup on.

Speaking of brides, yours are absolutely radiant today. Each of their flawless, white dresses are different in style and form, and each is perfect for them. At least as far as you're concerned, you neither know nor give half a damn about what's fashionable as far as wedding dresses are concerned. They all look beautiful and that's what counts.

Fatima's is slender at the waist, and wide around her feet, giving almost the impression of a mermaid, with long...cloth...hangy scarf veil bits coming down to hang around her arms and a hijab matching the dress. You're not much good at describing dresses. The silver embroidery portrays traditional Islamic art themes, impressionist but reminiscent of flowers. She's radiantly happy, a huge smile on her face no matter how hard she tries to stay serious.

Samantha's is classically Victorian, all lacy and ruffled with a high collar and tremendous skirt. It strikes you as the sort of thing a princess would wear, making her look tiny and innocent. All of the attention is making her blush, and with that dress you keep expecting her to pull out a parasol and hide behind it.

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Loriette's somehow manages to be even more princess-like, albeit a princess from a far earlier era, with a cross-laced bodice that must make it quite difficult to breathe. You're sure that style has a name, bordeaux or something? You don't know. You know nothing of women's fashion. It has those dagged, hanging sleeves you associate with medieval princesses, though. Her hair is a waterfall of golden curls, and she's wearing a sword at her side, apparently that's traditional for nobility on Avalon although the long skirt, raised slightly in front so that her feet are visible, must make swordplay difficult. A veil hangs from a pillbox cap on her head. She looks nervously optimistic.

Rosita's, too, carries the air of a princess. True to form, hers is trimmed in scarlet and remarkably fancy, patterned with flowers. She wears a broad-brimmed hat with the veil hanging from it instead of her usual tricorn. She handles the spotlight like a professional, cool and enjoying herself.

Karen's is the most modern, with a narrow skirt and one shoulder exposed, Jovian-style, rather minimalistic and practical. Her frizzy braids have been undone, and her hair has been brushed out until it shines sleekly in a dark waterfall down her back, held away from her face by a diadem. Unlike the others, she's chosen sandals that lace up the calf rather than more traditional heels. She's smiling but there's a faint glaze of terror in her eyes from being stared at by so many people.

Clemmy's doesn't cover her shoulders, exposing the smooth, fit lines of her arms. It's remarkably girly, adorned with almost as many frills as Samantha's, and she has an enormous bow of white silk in her hair. She's also wearing a sword, probably because Loriette got to wear one and she wanted to as well. Hers is a cavalry saber with a white-silk sheath, an elegant-looking weapon with an ornate hilt and gracefully curved blade that you know can slice a man in half, instead of her usual belt-blade. Like Fatima, she's grinning hugely, and keeps catching your attention to wink at you, occasionally trying to whisper to you and getting shushed by Fatima.

...You're so absorbed in looking at them that you quite miss the short sermons given by the three religious figures officiating. Loriette insisted she was fine with a Jovian cleric and a Martian imam presiding, and Fatima clearly managed the conflict of having two religious figures simultaneously involved herself, because their interplay is practiced and their dialogue is virtually conversational. Not just with each other, but with Josiah McAllister as well. The Catholic Bishop's speech is polished to the point of genius. He may be a flawed man, but he was your father's friend, and you insisted he participate despite you not being a Reformed Catholic...or really religious at all...and none of your wives sharing the Lunar faith.

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>>1799729
>you're so absorbed in looking at them that you quite miss the short sermons given by the three religious figures officiating
This feels like the beginning of a long joke.

>>1799746
Makes me wonder where Fairchild is... and if Jesus is bound and gagged in a corner somewhere.

>>1799729
wonder when the surprise is gonna happen, something always happens during anime weddings

>>1799763
A man will show up and claim he's the real Roarke Starwind and that we stole his identity after he died in a war.

>>1799767
>going a Spanish soap opera route
i am okay with this

>>1799617
More WWI German Empire or FGS of Shadowrun if some of you /pol/ folks are playing with us.

>>1799772
Well hopefully we don't go Wiemar.

>>1799770
Can never go wrong with Space Telenova.

>>1799776
Otto von Bismarck Germany than?

>>1799776
Only if we lose Thunder.

>>1799779
More or less, only real difference is Otto is actually emperor instead of adviser. So realistically much better for us in the long run.

>>1799776
just need to keep the Commies out of power
or preferably dead

>>1799786
>>1799788

Fun fact, Bismarck created the modern day welfare state in order to pacify and redirect the support of the worker class away from the Commies.

>>1799788
Commies are like roaches their always gonna keep popping up.

>>1799801
just means you gotta keep stomping
or gas them

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Oh, right, as for you...you may have woken up rumpled, but you cleaned up nicely. Your white tuxedo is tailored by the finest Lunar tailors. Surprisingly, you found out that you're not being charged for it. People competed to dress you, the publicity guaranteed to bring in business. Again, Fatima handled all of that, with Rosita's help. Your hair practically glows from being washed and brushed so thoroughly beforehand, and your trademark sunglasses gleam in the light.

Little Athena, looking so adorable it nearly stops your heart, proceeds down the aisle with the rings on a little cushion. Her eyes are wide and she can't stop looking around at everything, but she strides purposefully forward and holds the rings out, first to Samantha by accident, then to the middle of the girls when the kindly Jovian cleric gives her a subtle indication to do so. One by one, you place the rings on the girls' fingers, and they do the same to you, all six touching the ring as it goes on your finger. Your wedding band is, naturally, more simple than their rings, an interlocking platinum series of large-knuckled hands, each gripping the wrist of the next.

You spot General Hatsheput crying happily at the whole scene. Mohammed, with her seated on one side and a beaming Shukriya Ahmad on the other, pats her shoulder comfortingly, and Shukyira offers her a pad of tissues, her own eyes rather moist.

One by one, the clergymen ask your brides whether they'll have you as their husband, to have and hold from this day onward, in good times and bad, health and illness, war and peace, prosperity and poverty, in wisdom and folly, to be comfort and counsel, to love and cherish, until death does you part. Each answers with a firm “I do.”

Finally, it's your turn, and Josiah looks you in the eye, and asks you the same questions. When you answer “I do.” He smiles, and quietly tells you that he wishes your father was here for this. You nod in response.

He turns to the crowd and spreads his arms wide, “Rejoice! This is a happy day, not just for those we join in holy matrimony, but for the entire galaxy! May this marriage bring peace and happiness to all! If any here would object to this union, speak now or forever hold your peace!”

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>>1799818
having Karen build us Liberty Primes when?

>>1799823
>Rejoice
*Concern intensifying*

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>>1799834

>>1799823
INB4

>Drunken Fairchild shows up in a wobbly Quebly and starts ranting against the Kaiser.

>>1799846
Took the words from my mind. If she wasn't drunk before, she is now.

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“I object!” Shouts a teenage girl with tear-streaked mascara, trying to rush the stage, “You can't take Roarke Starwind away from women everywhere! It's not fai-” She clutches her neck abruptly, where a slender tranq needle protrudes from her skin. Her eyes roll up in her head and she collapses, to be carried away by a few of the Iron Kestrels providing security. You can see them moving among the trees, alert for any sign of a sniper even now.

Rosita and Samantha's heads both whip around towards Fatima, who smiles sheepishly, holding a slender, pearl-white rifle whose engravings match her dress. She puts the gun down behind the altar again, and smooths her dress. The other two girls nod approvingly at her.

“Anyone else?” Josiah asks, dryly.

Ensign Young starts to stand up, bringing up a list on his PC. Fatima reaches for the gun again, her eyes narrowing.

“...Personal objections only, please, any questions of the moral implications of this marriage are better saved for historians.” Josiah remarks, patiently.

Lysa Fleur grabs Keith Young's arm and firmly pulls him back into her seat, shaking her head. You're a little surprised Lysa showed up, Rosita said she wasn't in her bed this morning, apparently practicing early or more likely making lifelong mistakes with Keith. Her aunt is noticeably NOT in attendance, thankfully.

...and thankfully, there's a starship-class energy shield surrounding the field. You can see the glowing blue bubble rippling faintly up above, in case General Fairchild decides to just open fire with her starship's main beam batteries. To further dissuade her, the Rhinehawk has been launched. It, the Jaburo, two Martian cruisers, and the Cincinnatus are all maintaining discreet positions where they can easily surround and blast the larger warship if it starts to move unexpectedly. You wanted to leave the Martians out of this, but Asim rightly pointed out that Fairchild was involved in the Rashad incident.

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>>1799878
>Ensign Young starts to stand up, bringing up a list on his PC.
ahh, Jesus always making me kek

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Josiah clears his throat and looks at the Jovian cleric (an acolyte of Juno, naturally), and the Martian imam, who both nod at him. “Then, by the power vested in us, three vessels of Divine Light, we pronounce Roarke Starwind man to his six wives, Fatima Ahmad, Karen Cohen, Samantha Blanchett, Alice Farragut, Rosita Kim, and Loriette le Kennedy. You may kiss the brides.”

And kiss them you do. Your headache and hangover melt away, unable to compete with the sense of happiness and well-being that permeate you completely. They each get more than one kiss apiece in, but who's counting?

The girls throw the traditional bouqet together, laughing as they muck it up and it barely clears the front row of seats instead of going deep into the crowd. It immediately starts a fight. Kathrine Archibald, Maya from the bridge crew, and Shukriya all dive for it simultaneously...but Irina Gaunt forces her way in with her elbows, going up on tiptoe and snatching it before her rivals can drag her down, fixing Major Wedge with a victorious smile while Rosita squeals with encouragement to her sister and a slender blonde woman...who looks pretty but like she's seen an awful lot of hard road and mistakes...who resembles both Rosita and Irina sobs happily into the shoulder of a serious-looking, businesslike man with glasses.

Then, it's time for the reception, and cake. You personally selected the soundtrack for the reception, and enjoy the chance to expose a modern audience to real music.

You cut the enormous cake with the ceremonial scimitar the imam hands you, and take the first bite of the first piece. You never knew cake could taste so good, it's fluffy and light and so, so sweet without being cloying. The cute little figurines of you and your brides on the topmost of its seven tiers are especially adorable. Athena steals a little curlique of icing from the base at one side, but you don't mind. Let her enjoy it.

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>>1800004
..Hope Miles is dealing with that transport full of those controlled knights or that data we got from Caesar. Her not being here means she is up to something.. if she doesn't try to live stream her speech.

>>1800004
>but Irina Gaunt forces her way in with her elbows, going up on tiptoe and snatching it before her rivals can drag her down, fixing Major Wedge with a victorious smile while Rosita squeals with encouragement to her sister
Yes!

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You turn with your plate in your hand at a response to a cough by your right arm, and see Miles, her expression deadly serious, “We need to talk, Caesar managed to send us a call.”

You immediately disentangle yourself and walk with her away from the festivities, keeping your voice down, “Go on.”

“Well, it was about an hour and a half before the wedding, actually. I'm sorry, I would have told you sooner, but it was impossible to get you alone with all of...this.” She looks around, “There are two parts, we'll go over them separately. When I'm done, you'll see why, you'll need a clear head to deal with the first part without thinking about the second part.”

You scowl at her being so roundabout, “Just tell me.” The only thing worse than Miles being direct is Miles being mystifying.

She sighs, “Alright, Fairchild had been running a facility on Titan. A...prison camp, where she was using those...those headband things on captured Avalonian soldiers.”

Your blood runs cold, remembering those terrorist attacks on Jovian colonies the news had been harping on about. But surely she wouldn't go that far...or would she? It fits with her earlier schemes, after all.

“Now, Caesar liberated the camp, and they're all going out of system...but he managed to send us a file, proving everything. It has Fairchild's name, her face, her signature approving requisitions for troops, supplies, building materials...everything. We've got her, Dude, she's FUCKED!” Miles' voice, though, doesn't sound as jubilant as you would have expected. “This is a fucking war crime, she's DONE! She'll be tied to the Green Skulls AND what happened to Fatima, she's fucking SLAGGED!” She punches your arm, grinning. “How's THAT for a fucking wedding present, huh?”

You could almost hug the evil little woman, but...something on her face is more vindictive than overjoyed. “Something is wrong, though, isn't it? That's this 'part two' you referenced.”

[Continued]

Wanna take bets on how many posts it's going to be before something goes wrong?

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“The evidence that she knew about all of this, ordered it...it's all there. All of it. Shush, Dude, I'll get to the bad news when I'm ready.” She growls, frustrated. “You may have noticed I was late to the wedding. Well, I wasn't fucking around, I promise you that.”

“I DID see you on your PC.” You mention, a bit snidely.

She grins, “Yeah, well, you'll thank me. See, a bunch of the prisoners recorded as being at the facility had been stuck on one of those big cargo haulers we used to specialize in hitting before they started toting around armed escorts, you know the ones. The ship is named Rainy Morning, and naturally my first thought was that it would come here.”

You shake your head, “Forty Avalonian Knights wouldn't make any Jovedamned difference against me, especially with all of the firepower we have here. Has Fairchild finally snapped? It's not even useful to turn me against Avalon, I've already committed to the League.”

Her smile becomes more sharklike, “It took five minutes with the number of people I pulled in running searches to confirm the Rainy Morning isn't here...so, I, uh, called in a few favors. You know how I do. We're lucky, I got a message during the wedding, just a few minutes ago. The Rainy Morning is on JUPITER.”

“Which colony?” You ask.

“Palatine. Where the fucking Jovian senate meets and where the Planetary Chairman's mansion is located.” She remarks, then cuts off your panicked response, “Hey, hey, I'm not an idiot...” She looks over at where Stern, Hatsheput, and several other UJCIDF senior personnel are suddenly checking their PCs and speaking in worried tones, “As tempting as it is to let them all get fucked up...I used Auditorium's ansible and called it in. There are more than enough mecha on Europa to deal with this, an attack like that won't work unless it's by surprise.”

>[Good work, Miles, that's what you're supposed to be doing]
>[That's an overreach, Miles, in the future leave decisions like that up to me]

>>1800185
>>[Good work, Miles, that's what you're supposed to be doing]

>>1800185
>>[Good work, Miles, that's what you're supposed to be doing]

>>1800185
>>[Good work, Miles, that's what you're supposed to be doing]

>>1800185
>[Good work, Miles, that's what you're supposed to be doing]
>You can be my wingman anytime

>>1800185
>[Good work, Miles, that's what you're supposed to be doing]

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Other than battle damage...
does anybody have an extra suggestion for the kaiser? or wants to apply a different color to it?

>>1800185
>>[Good work, Miles, that's what you're supposed to be doing]
..That makes sense. The senate couldn't stop her or call it in if there is no senate. She'd be the highest military power and have free reign of the military, with the perfect excuse. Any against her would be rebel scum. Her last hail mary if things went to shit. Wouldn't be surprised if she tries to contact us saying SHE lead Jupiter now.

>>1799810
>>1799818
>>1799801
>>1799788
Still mad you weren't able to march with your friends in VA?

>>1800208
Thicker neck, sharper more claw like fingers and bigger shoes. But besides that its really good.

>>1800208
FOOKIN' HELL MATE!

Great job btw. Right Arm has a Grappling Hook?

>>1800212
nigga im a centrist so suck a dick

>>1800198
This. Miles is a damn national treasure.

>>1800185
>[Good work, Miles, that's what you're supposed to be doing]
>you never stop proving how valid my trust in you is

>>1800219
>>1800218
i can't promise anything on the fingers, but averything else is easily done

>>1800185
they owe us now maha

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>>1800212
Really? Going to start this in a /qst/ thread?

>>1800185
>>[Good work, Miles, that's what you're supposed to be doing]

>>1800222
Well the important thing is that you've found a way to stroke your ego no matter who you're belittling

>>1800212
I honestly just enjoy posting Liberty Prime stuff. Best part of Fallout 3 and 4.

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>>1800212
>>1800222

>>1800212
Commies are the scum of the earth my man.

>>1800238
Hey i'm not the one who's talking about fucking gassing people. Tell everybody else to keep their shit out first and I won't complain

>>1800209
And it just hit me. In some odd way, Eustace and the Avalonians just helped prevent the Jovian seat of power from being killed off and replaced with a war monger. Sure Caesar and Miles dashed the plan, but it was still possible because Eustace decided 'nah man, gotta save our people!'

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>>1800250

>>1800251
Eehhh, a couple of random jabs at nonexistant communists in nonfiction setting, none of which were directed at specific posters is different than intentionally sparking a political shitfight, dude.

How long had it been since the subject stopped being talked about? Almost a half an hour and several Wong-Posts?

Save the intentionally fight-baiting for another place, is all i'm saying.

>>1800212

If you're not willing to defend the First Amendment rights of people you despise, then you're not actually for freedom of speech, just for giving your own opinion and suppressing others'. Even filthy socialists, whether Hitler's brand or Bolshevik acolytes, have that right. American Nationalism is a higher, more pure cause than either...but only one side is actually threatening freedom, and that's yours.

>>1800251
>people

We're talking about Communists, though.

>>1800287
Clearly the only solution is to stop resisting and allow our Reptilian overlords to openly control the human race.

>>1800287
There were so many things wrong with that post but at this point I don't really care anymore. Fuck you you cryptofasict shitheel and fuck this quest. I'm out

>>1800296
Dude, Wong's been posting like this ever since the start, The fact that you only take offense to it now pretty much proves you only popped in to start an argument.

>>1800296
The only three posts by your ID were to start this argument, and none of them involved participating, so why is you now leaving supposed to matter?

Also, it's spelled 'Fascist', but hey. At least this deals with the political arguments.

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>>1800296
Cryptofacisict? What in the seven hells is that? Look, I'm all for fighting a fucking Nazi if he wants to fight, but I can't fight him for speaking his opinion. That makes me an asshole. My Great Uncle fought in WW2, shit was much more simple back then.

>>1800246
Antifa trying to derail thread.

>>1800296
So much butthurt and salt, anon's running a Slug Concentration Camp.

>>1800305
the past decades and centuries were much more simple than today

>>1800251
Gassing the Avalonians WHEN?

>>1800296

Mussolini was a Marxist thinker. You'll be a lot happier when you stop viewing the world through a lens of BRAVE PROLETARIAT COMMUNISTS fighting EVIL OPPRESSIVE CAPITALFASCISTS who wear top hats and laugh evilly while foreclosing on farms. That's the problem with Critical Theory, it doesn't stand up to reality. I wish you the best of luck, you've chosen a really depressing way to live, maybe in the future you'll find an actual argument against the principles of the Founding Fathers other than "but the people we've trained to bruise easily complain that it makes them uncomfortable."

>>1800296
>cryptofacist
so they spread facism by being cryptic as fuck, or by being cryptologist?
on the other hand, is this a made up word? because it sounds like one.

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Can't we just NOT respond to obvious bait

>>1800312
bullets would easier, more guaranteed death really.
could also go full EXTERMINATUS or Stellaris

>>1800321
Its fun though

>>1800321
gotta do something while waiting for Wong to post

>>1800317
No no, its a super dog that wants a ethnic nation state.

>>1800311
Absolutely, I just said it was much more simple in my post.

>>1800317
It's a real word. Essentially boils down to "Secretly supporting Fascism".

As it sounds it's an incredibly easy thing to say and incredibly hard thing to prove.

>>1800337
>just go off and live innawoods and no would blink an eye at you doing it

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>>1800335
Hey that was a pun! Made me chuckle.

>>1800340

Well, you could look for the people who share some common fascist traits...like wearing a common uniform, say, black with red, that's a common fascist color scheme. Or opposing freedom of speech, Hitler hated dissent. Oh, fascists HATE the right to bear arms, too. Scapegoating a particular ethnic group is a nice bonus but not REQUIRED...

>>1800340
holy shit, that's so fucking stupid.
so its the equal of "i don't like your post, therefore you are hitler, and a dogfucker"?

>>1800348
Sounds more like open fascism than hidden :^)

>>1800349
Pretty much. Something that sounds smart and condemning but is really just blunt and impossible to prove, makes it a good buzzword for angry lefties.

>>1800341
My first real vacation I ever took was roughing it camping. Forded a river, made fire, cought fish and ate it, had to annoy a youngish bear, etc. Never wanted to leave. Tempting, but then I'd miss Quests and other assorted trappings.

>>1800356
need to get back /out/ innawoods. its been awhile. would like to do a summer stint as a fire lookout

>>1800305
>Cryptofascist
A secret admirer of fascism.

Which sums up the attitude of Antifa, apparently when you defend 1st Amendment, you're a Fascist.

>>1800349
Pretty much. It's a way to force someone to prostate themselves so they don't get called that. A paper tiger that has been worn out by over use the last few years.

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“...I didn't overstep, did I? Sorry, Dude, I would have told you sooner, but, you know, you're getting married! What kind of bitch would ruin your wedding day?” She grins ruefully.

You laugh and shake your head, “You did your job, this is exactly what I promoted you for. To be my wingman and shoot down threats I don't see.”

She laughs with you, “I wish we could see the look on her face.”

You shake your head, “She might not find out for hours, an immediate communication from the ship to her if the assault failed would be suspicious, she'll go about it in a roundabout way, perhaps a spy inside the building. After all, if she showed up to sweep in and declare martial law or something...she wouldn't want to walk right into a firing squad waiting for her, would she?”

Miles sighs, “Can't have everything we want, I guess.”

“Well, the Planetary Chairman now owes us, right? Again, good job, Miles. You're completely validating my trust in you.” You take another bite of your cake. It's been thoroughly inspected for poison, as has the scimitar you cut it with, the fork you're using, and the plate. Paranoia is the word of the day, here.

“Aw, shucks.” She grumbles, “Don't start complimenting me, I'm not used to it. Tell him he can thank me with cash and a private colony for me and Richard.”

“So, part two...?” You insist, waiting her explanation.

She sighs, her smile fading. “She's still alive, Roarke. You didn't kill her.”

“Didn't kill who?” You blink in confusion, “Fairchild? I'd love to, but I'm sure the UJCIDF...”

“No.” She shakes her head once, “The fucking green-face bitch who killed Thelma, Minty, and Captain Ozark. The one who's been fucking with us the whole time. She's still ALIVE.”

“Miles.” You explain patiently, “I crushed her. There was no magic trick, no way for her to escape, there was hair and bone shards and blood and bits of meat...” That part was disgusting, Bethany Cabot was practically sausage by the time you were done with her, “...In the grinders of the Kaiser's hands. She's dead, I finished her.”

“Yeah? Caesar sent us this. One of the Paladins got a look at her.” Miles holds up her PC, displaying a blurry picture partially obscured by a plasma bolt streaking across the shot. You can clearly see what you assume is a disguised Swordfish with its head removed, and just as clearly, you see the Nightmare. There are vivid green streaks painted across its face.

[Continued]

>>1800348
You know they'll never see the irony or make the realization and if they did they would deny or ignore it completely

Have an antifa getting shit stomped though
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxzRQP2MiiA

>>1800370
apparently antifa and BLM are going at each other as well

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>>1800367
...

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>>1800370
Random man/woman/thing forgets they're not on the internet
Seriously though the fuck is that thing's gender.

>>1800377
thats the problem with these 'people'.
cant tell whether their a man or a woman

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>>1800367
You can clearly see what you assume is a disguised Swordfish with its head removed, and just as clearly, you see the Nightmare.

>>1800377
It's a thing at this point.

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>>1800367
This is the part where Roarke goes Berserk

>>1800361
Me too mate, something about it. Feels right.
>>1800362
Ugh...again, I don't dig Nazis and I don't dig Clansmen. They want a tussle, I'd get stuck in. They still have a right to talk, I don't have to like it but it's there.

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>>1800383
>the fat has devoured its genitals

>>1800386
he gets so mad that he enters in a zen state. Also the kaiser's biocore activates remotely.

>>1800370
Hey, you start a fight and can't win? sucks to be you. It ain't like your animes pal.

>>1800387
>Clansmen
remember the KKK is 90% alphabet agency plants nowadays

>>1800400
The Kaiser just walks over, picks up Roarke, and they then proceed to have a 'chat' with Fairchild. The chat involves punching at V-Max for her messing with his big day.

>>1799474
>Dave from Engineering saved the day when he managed to pry open an entrance to the sewers for you to escape.

Dave is literally the hero of this quest.

>>1800414
we should give Dave power armor

>>1800405
Not much for all that. More for innawoods stuff as you saw. Again, people get to talk. Until you decide to be an asshole.
>>1800414
He is pretty dope, not as Dope as Sam though.

>>1800415
No, a Harpy someone somehow managed to fit a Mega Heavy Head on.

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The world lurches around you, but you're Roarke Susan Starwind, and you got married today. You do not bow to shock, you take another bite of your cake, then another, “A copycat?”

“With her mech. And the green face. Caesar said she openly bragged about it. Dude, she fucked up the Merrow kid...effortlessly, in his words...and escaped a fucking Paladin. Caesar is still a kid, but he's no joke, and Paladins are Paladins. That's not just some shlub who decided to play pretend, and besides...if they're going to imitate someone, why someone so obscure? The First Mate of the Green Skulls isn't exactly famous.”

You remember those mocking words, “I'm immortal.” Damn it, you live in the real world, magic doesn't exist no matter WHAT the Avalonians think the Lady is, and nobody just comes back from the dead, let alone with a mech YOU annihilated. She can't be real.

“He gave us as much of their conversation as he remembered...apparently, there was evidence of her identity at the facility, so she showed up, blew it to hell, killed a bunch of people, saved evidence of Fairchild's crimes to PROVE she was guilty...”

“That doesn't sound like Cabot. Fairchild was trying to keep her alive, she died crying for her...” You protest.

“Maybe she remembered she didn't get a response? She's a crazy bitch...” Miles shakes her head, “No, that's not enough to set you on someone you love. The whole time, Fairchild was guarding her. I mean, I hope she's that crazy, but I don't want to believe it.”

“Caesar would recognize her. I showed him logs of the conversations I had with her, remember? I was hoping he'd know who it was from SOUL.” Inside, you're screaming. You're screaming and need to hit something. Outside, though, you're a fucking rock, implacable and impassive. “I don't understand...” Suddenly, you remember something, “Clemmy!” You call out to her, “Come here for a moment.”

“Just a moment? Awww, no, I'll stay.” She seemed a little ill at ease anyway, with few people to speak to. She skips over, “What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost, ahahaha!” She laughs.

“I have. Tell me everything about the third member of the original SOUL B. You, Jesus Young, and who else?” You press her, remembering something about a mysterious masked person, but at the time you were honestly distracted by Clemmy being so outrageously lovable.

[Continued]

>>1800425
Clones? Hive mind shenanigans?

>>1800432
50 space rocks that Cabot is really 5 gnomes in a flight suit.

We gonna issue our own national currency?

>>1800432
My money's on the Terran version of Les Enfants Terribles

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>>1800425
>remembering something about a mysterious masked person

>>1800432
neural network that was intended to flight the megabass, then it eventually got canned, and fairchild brought back online by using cabot's brain patterns as a working base.

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She frowns innocently, “Um, I only saw them once. They had a masky sort of helmet on, and armor, but...they were shorter than me, sort of skinny, I thought they were a girl. Fairy wasn't bossing them around so much as...ugh, this is hard to explain. She was giving orders but it wasn't as sort of forceful and overbearing as usual, like she was afraid of what would happen if they decided not to obey. She was very angry about something, but keeping it pinned down. I'd, uh, popped in to her office to ask if she wanted to go see California Station before she left, and this person was there. I remember, because there was a Harpy in the mechbay and that was really weird because UJCIDF warships don't use 'em. I came in and she was sort of...asking how exactly they planned on making up for some kind of failure, and said if the next operations didn't go well they couldn't count on having a future. Those were the exact words she used, 'having a future', not 'having a career' or 'staying in SOUL', but 'having a future'.”

“Did it seem like they were lovers?” You ask.

She shakes her head firmly, “No. I mean, Fairy's really not shy with girls, everyone knows that, but...I mean...actually, that IS weird, she didn't seem interested in her at all, her body language was all wrong. Even girls she hates, she sort of...you know...”

“Pervs on.” Miles suggests.

Clemmy shrugs, “Sort of, yeah. She was all standoffish, though, unsettled, like a cat when you rub the fur the wrong direction.” Suddenly, her eyes widen, and she gasps, then stares at you piteously, “Roarke, I...I just realized something. Don't hate me for forgetting this, alright?”

“I'd never hate you!” You insist immediately.

She smiles tenuously, “I...I'm really so dumb for not remembering, but...look, I always overlooked Major Cabot. I do that with desk staff, I didn't even know her name for the longest time, but she was there that day, sitting at her desk doing her nails. I remember because she glared at me. I just never made the connection, back then I didn't even think she could pilot.” She shakes her head violently, “Roarke...this...this is all my fault. I should have realized the person who killed Cassius wasn't necessarily the same one, but...everyone looks the same in a helmet!”

[Continued]

>>1800432
I think part of it may just be making a sort of unified 'name', but it makes me think about another mech. The Jovians apparently have dealt with a Paladin. The core of it was gone along with the pilot when the Avalonians went to recover it. Maybe.. part of what makes the Nightmare B so scary is it's Biocore? A specialized system that is Paladin unique, but improved with jovian engineering.
That could be why the second was so different.

>>1800461
>Nightmare pilot is an unknown
lovely

>>1800415
>>1800419
I remember when we were rolling to beat the shit out of him. They grow up so fast.

>>1800461
And I think that clenches it. There was a reason she was likely scared.. and why she likely was nice to Tabitha. She WAS a Paladin. Key word being was. That future thing could be the equivalent of having her joining Jupiter as a citizen. If she failed, there would be no place for her. Traitor to one side, failure to the other.

>>1800468
we could trade the favor we obtained with the planetary chairman to get access to pilots names and any records aboard the ship fairy was comandeering at that time. somebody that high up in the chain, is gonna have to leave some paperwork trail, yes or yes. Even if its just security camera footage.

>inb4 crackpot theory Lysa is the First Mate

>>1800494
She just has portable wormhole generator to get from that prison to harmonium ;) Wouldn't be surprised if it was someone pink haired and involved in the Terran Les Infant Terribles equivalent, then again that could be a red herring too! I love mystery!

>>1800501
Well it is a crackpot theory, non?

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You're about to ask her for more details, when your danger sense strokes the back of your neck. You step aside...and one of the Iron Kestrels, their armor shredded as if they'd been hit by a cannon, finishes arcing through the air and slams into the ground where you were standing. You turn and see, at the edge of the field, a figure walking towards you.

Casually. Alone. He seems utterly unhurried, wearing a long overcoat, buttoned tight, and top hat. More guns than you can count are immediately fixed on him, but with a flourish, he whips off his coat to reveal a long vest of small canisters, “Z-3 GAS!” He announces proudly, “Fire on me, and who knows how many of you will die?” He glances up at the starship shield flickering overhead, “...It may not even spread on the wind, so tell me, who wants to die today? Or are you going to listen to what I have to say?” He spots you, and grins affably. He has strong features a shade too brutal to be called handsome, and fair hair cut short to the scalp, visible as he doffs his cap and bows dramatically, “Roarke Susan Starwind, the so-called 'King of the Pirates'! Well, that's not a title you've earned, but on behalf of the REAL Pirate King, I've come here to extend my congratulations on your wedding day. After all, I am a gentleman!”

“He's not going to detonate them, he'll die too! Stun batons!” A Martian bodyguard announces, and three of them charge him. The man in the suit sighs...and blurs into motion. His backhand sends the first bodyguard spinning around with his head facing the wrong way, an uppercut to the chin of the second makes his skull wobble in a way you're familiar with, disconnected from the spine. The third he simply grabs by the head with both arms, and twists, tossing the third corpse to the ground contemptuously. It's not the brutality of the motions that strike you, it's how casually he did that, as if he was simply wringing the neck of a chicken. As if he knew none of them could hurt him, that he was guaranteed to win.

“Allow me to introduce myself, I am...”

[Continued]

>>1800517
Well, he really doesnt look like someone with taste or wealth

>>1800517
>That picture
I was picturing the Gentleman of the 5 man band being Dracula or someone from Jojo, but that works too. ..Are they all cyborgs?

>>1800517
OH FUCK

OUR TIME IS UP HIS TIME IS NOW

>>1800517
God yes, i didnt even know i wanted this

>>1800533
We can't stop him! HIS TIME IS NOW!

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>>1800517
>A chance to make more wrestling jokes and impressions
OH YEAH

I wonder, does anyone other than Master Asia and his previous students recognize the kind of damage Roarke can do with his bare hands yet? So far we haven't done anything super overt in front of anyone. Well, other than bending car doors and punching down walls, but neither of those seems like "kills" worth of damage.

>>1800560
Not yet we haven't. I can't wait to see the general reaction of Sol and Avalon when they find out what we can do.

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“SIR JONATHAN GATES YOU FILTHY TRAITOR!” Loriette's strident howl cuts through the murmurs of consternation.

“...As I was saying...” He puts his hat back on, looking hurt, “Why, Countess le Kennedy, you cut me to the quick. I came to congratulate you and your husband, usurper though hs is, upon your nuptials and-”

“NON! YOU EEL! YOU ROACH! YOU ABANDONED POOR COUNTESS LORDE!” She reaches for her sword, but hesitates.

He sighs, and rolls his eyes, “Really, as dramatic as always. You won't do it.”

You look sharply at her, “Paladin?” You start forward, confused but certainly willing to brawl.

She shakes her head vigorously, “Non. Do not get close! He is...not normal. No Paladin, but...zhat is because he refused le Lady's call.”

“Not normal how?” You inquire.

“Each of le first four Paladins trained two ozzers, but zhose are not zheir only students. Sir Jonathan, he is le strongest disciple of le Paladin Belegor. When le Gerard and mon Anseis were dispatched to face le superweapon of Jove, zhere was great confusion during le battle. Afterwards, le core and pilot of le Gerard were missing, and so was Sir Jonathan, who was her bodyguard, le first of le great knights to be accorded special striders zhat were not Paladins zhemselves.”

“Ahem, I prefer simply to go by the moniker of 'the Gentleman', now. A name I was given in jest for the manners I learned in court, but one I have come to value. You really are being quite spoilt, my lady, you should be grateful to me. Your people wouldn't have had half the help they did if I hadn't convinced my newfound liege that they could, indeed, survive this war.”

“'Your people', 'zhey'.” Her voice is cuttingly scornful and she tosses her hair contemptuously over her shoulder. “As if you were not born on Lorien! As if you were not a sworn knight of le Duchy of Lorde!”

[Continued]

>>1800592

Man. So worst that even avalonian traitors are the worst.

>>1800517
do do do dooo

>>1800592
>Belegor
Good first step to get us ready for him. Lets knock his block off.

>>1800592
>Belegor's apprentice
A worth man to be the first to receive a full mecha level Kill of damage from Roarke

>>1800622
>Some legends say the mist that used to be the Gentleman flew all the way to Terra

>>1800622
Don't punch the messenger.. listen to his message first. I want to see if he declares a pro avalon faction in the belt.

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He shrugs, “I'm afraid, dear lady, you don't quite have room to talk on that account anymore, do you? As for the Countess, it's terribly sad. Countess Rebecca was a remarkably competent woman, quite admirable, but after I rescued her from her damaged Paladin and we made planetfall she gave me the slip and vanished. I never gave a second thought to finding someone who manifestly did not wish to be found. As for YOUR people, I am a student of the Void Fist Style, I have embraced the Empty Element. I have no people, no loyalties tied to blood, only those I forged for myself. Master Belegor is truly the greatest Paladin, but I fear his quest for strength has deceived him. This reliance on genetic modification, on machines...it's all so tiresome, thinking that these crutches can substitute for true personal power. I will transcend him, I will become the strongest disciple of Void and destroy all others and then I will return to him and we will see whose way is right through the most cultured debating style of all. Fisticuffs. See? Your husband is nodding.” He points.

You shrug, “I do my arguing that way.”

He smiles, it's a cheerful, rather infectious smile, “Jolly good! Sorry for the monologue, old chap, but...well, you understand, don't you? We're both similar enough, that way. Of course, as much as I would be thrilled to fight you, killing a man on his wedding day would put me off my feed. It's just not in good taste.”

“Killing a man for interrupting my wedding with bloodshed would sit perfectly well with me, but then, I suppose I've been a pirate longer than you have. On the other hand, this is a new suit.”

“Likewise, specially tailored for this occasion. Burberry & Burberry, of Luna.”

You check the label on yours, “Damn. Same tailor.”

“What positively capitol taste! See, it would be a shame. If you insist, of course, we can settle things here, but as I said, that isn't my goal.” He chuckles. His hands, you notice, are large even for his large frame, and the knuckles are heavily scarred and callused. Much like yours.

“Then what is?” You look around, “You took an awful risk coming here.”

He sighs heavily, “I'm afraid it's a combination of whim and petty spite, nothing grandiose. Meridian, one of my colleagues, has caused some mischief here and will doubtless cause more. I despise him, for he is everything I hate in one who is strong, and yet my King has forbidden us from fighting. I know that coming here to do naught but wish you a happy and fertile marriage, and to convey my King's greetings to one who dares claim his title, will gnaw at his cowardly steel belly like a starving rat, and that thought brings me joy. Additionally, Master Belegor once trained on this colony, back when it had a different name and less of a...festive...atmosphere. As the ancient masters of martial arts once did, I am here on pilgrimage."

>[Punch him]
>[Don't]

>>1800639
>Countess Rebecca
>Rebecca
fuck

>>1800639
>Countess Rebecca
That name.. I know that name somewhere in quest.

>>1800639
>Countess Rebecca

...Hold on, what was the name of the girl with Bruce Kelly?

>>1800639
>>[Don't]

>>1800639
>>[Don't]

>>1800639
>[Don't]

But honour demands a duel.

Someone bring a table.

ARMWRESTLIN'

>>1800639
>>[Don't]
No punching. Not today. We got more than one fish to fry right now.

>>1800647
I'm okay with this.

>>1800639
>[Don't]
..... Bruce kelly has been fucking a renegade Paladin for months
The universe was not ready for that revelation

>>1800643
..Shit, yes it was. It was the girl who was trying to sabotage the Jaburo. I think it was the same name Bethany mentioned. The one they left behind. Guess my theory might be correct. Rebecca was a Paladin and she may also be the Second Nightmare Pilot.

>>1800661
>biologically enhanced Aussie babies
my god

>>1800639
>[Don't]

>>1800664
The universe is doomed

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>>1800639
>>1800647
>The floor cracks the table crumbles

Do it

>>1800639
>>[Punch him]
Fuck this guy he's our enemy and the student of someone who has completely bastardized our style. Did you guys learn anything from Meridian?

>>1800676
We're in wuxia territory. We'll have to wait for a better time or others will get wrapped up in it.

>>1800678
Its a fist fight, literally everyone step 20ft back and your fine.

>>1800683
plus fucker's got Space nerve gas as a dead man switch, rather not risk it

>>1800683
Dude killed at least one Kestrel and three other security personnel
He will get what's coming to him eventually, just not when he can unload poison gas and kill more people

>>1800707
So you just want to let him walk away where he could easily deploy the gas right before he leaves? He offered us the chance to settle it here and now honorably.

>>1800707
And Roarke just found out about the second Nightmare pilot and is incredibly angry. I think someone interrupting his wedding, killing his men, and threatening his wives is enough to piss him off enough for him to just kill the guy.

>>1800714
good point, we should at least hear what the message is before we kill him

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“Rebecca Lorde.” You say quietly to yourself. You have a good memory for names, and you've heard of a Rebecca, but you're sure there are plenty of Rebeccas out there, it can't be...

“...She sabotaged the Jaburo!” General Hatsheput sputters.

“Oh, her.” Mohammed shrugs, “She's the one who let me out of my cell. Pretty, but not my type, I prefer sweet to tart when it comes to women.” The General and Shukriya both vigorously ruffle his hair while he protests.

You shake your head at him, and cut off Captain Beckingham, who clearly recognizes the name, before he can speak up. The fact that she's Bruce Kelly's woman could be useful, no need to go blathering it to everyone. Bruce isn't even here, the fact that he's even more of a criminal than most of your band, being a renegade Terran and all, made it wise for him to avoid an affair with so many military personnel present. That and his appalling manners, “Sir Gates, or if you prefer, Gentleman, I too am a student of the Void Fist.” No point in hiding THAT, you're proud of it, and it's shameful to hide your style before another practitioner. Or so you think. You've seen some kung-fu simflicks and it seems in-keeping with the genre.

“I suspected as much for some time, Roarke Starwind.” He replies.

“Let us test our strength through arm-wrestling. After all, combat isn't your aim, but now that you're here, I find myself hungering to test your mettle. Bring forth a table!” You call out, and some of the staff start hauling one of the picnic tables for the reception over.

He bows deeply, “As much as my blood thrills at your challenge, I must decline. You have not faced another of your own style before, as I have. Master Belegor does not permit weak students, and those who were insufficient perished at my hands. I can tell you for a certainty that, while you are undoubtedly superior to those pathetic specimens, you are not considering what a clash between us at full strength would do. That table would become a cloud of lethal splinters that would blind or maim your guests the moment we became serious. Worse, if they pierced these capsules.” He lays a hand on his suicide vest.

[Continued]

>>1800720
Unless we were going to break his arm, the arm wrestling thing feels so jaring and out of character. Its like doing a friendly challenge to a dude who murdered our people who anons constantly claim are important to Roarke.

>>1800728
>alright clean up the bodies and lets keep doing what we were
feels like what happens after someone decides to kill some people in Skyrim and just walks off after doing it

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“Abomination.” Colonel Stern growls, clutching the handle of his sword.

“...Is he joking?” Colonel Luxol asks Colonel Stern, who shakes his head, scowling.

The Undefeated, apparently not someone the Gentleman recognizes, simply sits quietly through this, but gives Stern an amused look, “It's an abomination to adapt the style to a sword, as well.”

You're terribly disappointed, but nod. It makes sense.

“I promise you this, Roarke Starwind, I will not forget your gallantry. Ere long, I will see to it that our paths collide, somewhere where no one we care about can be harmed by our battle. Your guardsman should survive, I held back when I sent him flying, but these Saracens are dead, I fear. They came at me with weapons, it is to be expected.” He shrugs. Despite his manners, he's much too comfortable with casually killing guards at a wedding.

“I'll hold you to it.” You promise. You mean it. Despite everything else, you're tempted to fight him right here and right now even with common sense holding you back.

He turns, midway through leaving with a wave, “Of course. Oh, I almost forgot. If Meridian is still here, it's because he hasn't yet taken the person he came here for.”

You frown, “A certain Duchess, perhaps?”

He laughs, “No. Transferring someone from one place to another isn't the same as taking them. Which he explicitly told my King he was coming here to do. Keep a sharp eye out.” With that, he departs, “It would be ill-advised to follow me, prying eyes get torn out!”

“Why didn't someone shoot him?” One of the dignitaries asks, sounding frustrated.

“Because his suit is armored, the same as Roarke's, I picked his out myself.” Fatima sounds angry and disgusted, “He kept moving his hat around, lining up a clear headshot at that distance was impossible. All of that clowning, but he knew exactly what he was doing the whole time.”

Red Siren sighs, then claps her hands, “Clean up the corpses." She shakes her head at the wave of muttering and the number of people balefully eyeing the Gentleman's retreating backs, "You're on a pirate colony, and they chose to attack him. Feel free to exercise your right to seek vengeance later." She smiles, but you can see how disconcerted she is and you're amazed she isn't shooting at him herself, "...Those of you who still have the stomach, enjoy your cake...after all, tonight is the concert, and all of the stars will be shining bright!”

>>1800732

If he didn't have that vest on he would have been lit up like a Lunar yuletide tree with concentrated rifle fire. Melee attacks are more reliable because of the free called shots, but that's meleeing with someone who just snapped three men's necks for trying.

>>1800742
Well, Meridian will likely try something during the concert. Wouldn't put it past him.

Game resumes Thursday with extra cryptofascism.

>>1800768
I love me some fresh squeezed cryptofascism.

>>1800771
>not extra spicy cryptofascism
pleb

>>1800774
I'm from the East, not the South, damn you!

>>1800771
>>1800774
>not smoked to display an anti-Jew microaggression like a true cryptofascist

Wong, have you ran any Mekton games in actual conventional sessions instead of quests? If so, what were they like?

>>1800783
i like the way you think

>>1800768
That will be fun. Get to watch a show, one way or another.
Also, my thoughts on who Meridian might be looking for; Rosita, Lysa, or Simon Biggs.

>>1800793
maybe Bruce cause he's a Terran or maybe Karen grandfather

>>1800784

Sadly no. Originally this game was going to be a conventional one, but people flaking on sessions in my last games twigged my OCD awfully, this format is a lot...easier...somehow.

>>1800811
Because we're ever only playing a single viewpoint at any one time.

Its effectively a SP game.

>>1800811
I have much more luck with games now that I generally only run for one or two people, so I imagine that's generally the same with quests, despite the larger amount of participants there's only the one character at a time.

>>1800811
Thank Odin for that. Otherwise we wouldn't have this kickass quest.

>>1800811
I see. Your name just reminded me of an old Mekton GM I had. Must be a coincidence.

Right. Think I got a picture of all the plans Fairchild had and how they turned out. Likely missed some details, and who knows what else Fairchild dipped her hands into, but in terms of plans, I think this is all of them, plus her allies.
So, let's start with Palley's World.
Her strategy, while controversial and made her a slew of enemies, propelled her high in the ranks. She had Clemmy, Cabot, her little garden of Fleurs, and thanks to her betrayal, Rebecca and the core of a Paladin. She had good connections in the senate and megacorps, she had Rashad, her inheritance, and that prototype. Still, she was just a Major/Colonel then. Until her first operation in this massive train wreck; Assassinating the founder of SOUL. Using the Slayer and one of the two as the First Mate, she blames the attack on the pirates, goes to General to fill the gap, and proceeds to make it so that she is automatically the third tier General. Begins to make SOUL B and get the megacorps to work on better machines for her personal unit.
Wanting to take control over both Mars and the Belt, she worked closely with Rashad and the Green Skulls. She gets a hold of the circlets, gives one to Rashad so he could use it on his future wife to get her lands and gain more control. Meanwhile, she handed over Suleiman 1 to the green skulls, alongside the Tarrasque while also using Rebecca to take care of groups like the Iron Kestrels. If the Green Skulls gained control of the belt, she could
then proceed to take care of them and claim control of the area. With Rainy Morning and that Legislation, she could take control of any non civilian mechs, and do a military coup of the senate, getting control and a excuse to blame the Avalonians. She'd be the hero, have control over the government and military, with strong ties to the economy, have a leash on Mars, and be set as a Jovian Queen.

And then things started to fall apart because Roarke didn't die.

>>1801714
Can't bork the Roarke.

>>1802272
You really can't. While it's not all Roarke's fault, he does ties into a lot of the issues once thing happen.
If Fairchild gave Stern the order to go to Suleiman, Sammy wouldn't have gone to Roarke for help. In a way, due to our date with Sammy, we met Clemmy and wooed her. Clemmy makes the entire thing personal and causes a bunch of issues down the road. The Big one being the destruction of Suleiman 1 and blaming Roarke for it. It also leads to CCC trying to rescue Athena and her father and his fate.. which makes things much worse for her. She loses the goose that makes golden eggs and likely made it tougher for the Nightmare frame's creation.
On the Martian side of things, if she didn't support Rashad's crazy scheme, Fatima and Lori would likely not have happened either. We would have no reason to go to Mars nor gain such fame or support from the Martians.
The only real gain she made during this that she kept was the VietNyan War, and that was more in spite of the things she tried to do, like pushing the Squilla's construction forward and trying to hog the glory while also getting in the way.
In short? She made things way too personal and focused way too much on us come Suleiman 1. She threw away allies left and right, people started to actively look at her shit, and people banded together. Sure she could have stuck around as a dictator if Rainy Morning succeeded, but she is out of moves now. If Mile's files doesn't get her for war crimes, the fact she tried to pull a coup/attack on the senate would.

Due to extenuating circumstances, I won't be able to run tomorrow. It's been a day of falling just slightly short of the mark, and getting Thursday night to myself was one of those things I couldn't quite do but almost did. Game will be Friday.

>>1802512
in other words, shes fuckup supreme that brought all of her shit upon herself?
that sucks.

>>1802976
see you friday wong.

>>1801714
>>1802512
Thinking like this, if it wasn't for Faichild being such an unrepentant cunt, Roarke wouldn't be where he is today.

So thanks, Fairchild, you made Phaeton happen.

>>1803253
>>1803276
But wait, there's More! Fairchild not only helped Roarke, but Caesar as well. Thanks to Suleiman, Sammy was MIA and SOUL A was down a member. This put Caesar in the same squad as Naomi. By sending him to the Jaburo, he was able to figure out something was wrong with comms and prevented a war. Then comes Psyche where she gives Lysa full control of the situation. This costs her Big, because she loses 3 aces, 5 Soul machines, and her actions further cause issues with Lysa and the Fleurs, and puts Lysa in house arrest. Which ends up with us taking her and blowing up a section of the house with our fists. This likely gets Rosita closer with Lysa and could be a key influence in how the Duel went down. If not for her, Cabot would be stuck in bed and we would be facing a Pally.
Which leads back to Caesar. Because she abandoned Rebecca, we were able to get a hold of that crucial evidence. Because she decided to use Amos' PoWs as weapons, Eustace goes to Titan with Caesar. Because Caesar went to titan, we found out about Rainy Morning and sent that to Miles.. who stopped that from happening.
So yes. Roarke would not have his wives or his Nation, Caesar wouldn't be going off to Avalon and likely fixing the shit there, Lysa wouldn't drug her due to hating Cabot or seeing her aunt go nuts, and she wouldn't be on her way to getting smacked down by the combined forces of 3 nations. All she needs is a colony laser and she'd have went full Ghirin.

Things getting heated up huh

>>1803411
She's a better villain than the Zabis at least.

>>1803411
christ fairchild is a complete damn fuckup isn't she?

>>1804238
She's been the Grand Champion of the Universal Foot Shooting Championship for the past Twenty years

>>1803411
Honestly when you put it like that it's just sad. Not even Saturday morning cartoon villains are this inept when you strip down their actions to the bare facts. At worst each mistake is an isolated incident or they were already in such a position of power that it doesn't even matter if they fuck up, no one can stop them from trying again.

>>1804238
>>1804274
>>1804268

I feel that's being uncharitable to Fairchild's plan. She would have succeeded if Rostke hadn't survived. That's really the only thing that fucked her over: Roarke not dying when he was supposed to. Every single one of her failures afterwards can be attributed to Roarke fucking her plans up. No wonder she hates him so much.

>>1804427
He is a factor, but one of many. Caesar would still cause her issues and Amos would still rise in ranks. Her single minded focus, in of itself made things worse. Remember, she blamed Suleiman on him before his major achievements out of spite because he hit on Clemmy. If she had stopped chasing her personal Moby HoneyDick, a lot of resources could have been saved.
Another issue, and I feel it's as equally important, is that she simply spread her plans too thin. Everything was connected to everything and there was spots that were just not safe. She had her hands in mars, jupiter, the belt, and various groups and you could see signs of one front being used for another with things like the green skull circlets. Likewise, one could have traced Rainy Morning to the prison colony, find out where PoWs go, and start figuring things out. There's even the Slayers.
No, as easy as it would be to say no Roarke meant no problems, a break in the chain would have shown signs of something not being right. Jaburo was an example of this.

>>1804510
The thing is, Caesar would have never had the chance to interfere with the Jaburo if Roarke had died. Irina would have never been assigned to Qu'lir if Roarke hadn't demolished the Pumpkinseed-II's on live TV which means Amos and SOUL-C would have probably been wiped out by the Gerin.

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I just want to say- Fairchild does not seem the type to leave so much evedence. It could be fabricated- though I don't know by who.
Wouldn't it be a good way to pick a fight to have such fabricated evidence leaked so that she has a reason to go after Roarke for 'attacking the public image of a officer' or something? Now I may have just gotten off a twenty-hour marathon session of Shadowrun but it seems like her kind of thing.
In any case- when we inevitably get arrested I vote for breaking out via the 'DoomFist' method.

It just seems too easy to me. If Fairchild was going to go down so easily due to sloppiness she would have ceased to be a problem a long time ago.
We know she's in some shady shit- but she's also made it this far despite that. There are suspicions but none of her many enemies have revealed anything they've found. All they seem to have is suspicions.
That points towards Fairchild -or someone who works for her- being very good at cover-ups.
That in turn makes the fact that so much evidence was found all at once feel off somehow. what is more likely- Fairchild -or whoever does cover ups for her- suddenly got sloppy, or she left behind that evidence on purpose?
Plus we got the evidence from Ceaser who has embedded himself with the Avalonians. and that could out him.
Either way we should be cautious in handling this.

>>1806053
If she did this on purpose their would have to be a rat in not only our camp but Kirito's. I mean how else would she know he was going to Titan and upon that how would she know that Kirito would leak the info to a major player in Sol or that Roarke would find out? The most likely option is that we caught her with her pants down.

>>1806139
There is also the time frame. Rainy Morning seemed like a pretty recent plan. Maybe a few months old, and this quest's in game time is about 6-9 months. While the Green Skulls, Mars, and other plans likely took years to prepare, this could have been a case of not having enough time. Rebecca was someone Fairchild thought was no longer a concern, and then she comes out of left field.
Really, Rainy Morning didn't really feel like a incredibly deep plan. It probably wasn't suppose to be. With the senate not doing what she wants, this could have been a case of her flipping the chess board and declare that everyone will now play Fairchild Ball.
Besides, I REALLY don't think Fairchild is in the right state of mind. She is either drunk, insane, both, or pulling a late era Brittany Spears.

>>1806158
I think we're almost at two years of in game time since Wong said it was about a year when we started training with Master Asia.

>>1806165
Don't think so. The battle with the Green skulls was 2-3 months. A year and a bit, perhaps. But not 2. Still, once Psyche happened, Fairchild's inner circle was shrinking swiftly. She also relied on more obvious means of silencing dissent around that time.

>>1806053
The Titan facility was in the process of self-destruction when the Nightmare attacked it. I'm guessing they weren't able to finish up their mopup procedure.

It's really difficult to answer some of this speculation without spoilers or without biasing the conversation in one direction or another due to putting too much emphasis on certain of the many small events that have put Fairchild in this boat, but...it's very true that most of it comes from Roarke Starwind failing to die. Even a chess grandmaster capable of thinking a dozen moves in advance can get shattered if a piece they thought was gone is suddenly back on the board. Oda's good, but his original mech was just a customized Morgan II, and the Green Skulls throwing swarms of Harpies into the meatgrinder of Red Siren suited Fairchild's needs just fine. Her intelligence would have reported, accurately, that the Storm Dragons and Red Siren wouldn't work together (and you remember Red Siren's reaction when Oda first showed up at her colony), so the Green Skulls would have had an easy time with them. Her next concern would have been the members of Five Man Band, and Roarke's persistence kept her from diverting her resources to crushing them.

However, Roarke Starwind isn't her only problem. She's had a lot of time to develop enemies. Her way of doing things does that, and while she's killed many of them, there are some she's failed to get or can't reach. For instance, she inherits SOUL and Colonel Stern is right there. She can't just kill him off, he's too useful and it's known at certain levels of the military and government who he really is, there would be too much scrutiny. Getting him too close to what she's doing is dangerous, so she has to keep him isolated and well away from her...until the point where political pressure and the need for skilled aces makes that impossible. Even if he's not actively opposing her, he's a big boulder parked right in the way of her schemes that has to be worked around. Five Man Band is also a big, and underrated one, you might notice that once they got involved suddenly she was getting outmaneuvered a lot more frequently, because her enemies abruptly had access to information and logistics they didn't have before, it put her on her heels. Then there's Regina Hatsheput and what she represents of the UJCIDF factions outside of SOUL.

>>1806019
pfft, we can't be arrested. we are a king and can (and probably will) claim diplomatic immunity

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S-Pop still isn't your genre, but you have to admit that this is one of Red Siren's best concerts.

You were worried, she's never shared the stage before and she confessed to you privately on her way to go change into her costume that she was worried about Lysa, specifically, “She sounded...off...when I heard her practicing this morning. Troubled, like her usual spunk was gone.” Still, once they both got on stage, things went swimmingly. Each of them did duet versions of some of their classic songs, plus the debut of Red Siren's new album, Wolf Girl. Their costumes have an interesting contrast, too. Lysa Fleur is done up as an innocent princess in white and pink, while Rosita dresses like a seductive and wicked queen in black and red.

You're sitting with some of the other top dignitaries there. Not so much by choice, you want to sit with your wives and crew, and you do at least have Fatima and your top officers with you, but because protocol demands you stay with them and be a good host.

“...So, this is everything.” You finish transferring the file to Regina Hatsheput, and as an extra precaution, to Colonel Stern and Colonel Trevor Luxol.

The three of them nod. Stern looks gravely at Asim, “Anything to say?” He seems a little annoyed that Martians are overhearing Jovian internal drama.

“Simply that my faith in our alliance is strengthened by this quick resolution.” The Martian shrugs.

Luxol pages through it, and whistles, “And this was gathered by...?”

“A source.” You respond, politely.

He looks you directly in the eye. You never really paid much mind to Colonel Luxol before, he seemed like a bit of a dandy, and being the Chairman's son you assumed he wasn't much but a messenger with a fancy uniform, “Besides those SOUL members who defected...for their own reasons...to your nation, there remains the matter of two who are missing. Did you know that, officially, Heinrich Merrow is on a secret mission assigned by General Fairchild? Some have speculated that this is a front for losing him, to you, or to someone...less palatable.”

“Deep cover might be required whether she assigned it or not.” You won't be baited, adjusting your shades. “This same source provided the information that led to one of my officers alerting your government to the threat they have, hopefully, neutralized by now.”

[Continued]

>>1806139
Why does everyone assume Fairchild is the mastermind and isn't working for someone else? It makes me think that
In response to >>1806158 concerns this might actually be a play to turn on her sponsor if he's in the Senate and expose him so she can tell people she was just a soldier following orders while regaining some political capital as the person who revealed corruption and conspiracy in the Senate. It would also shake faith in the Government which is soon to be putting her on trial. Scapegoating has worked for a before.

Coups have to have some legitimacy and she doesn't have the widespread military support to force one, not to mention the issue of Mars and The Belt reacting or the war with Avalon.

I personally think that her target isn't the Senate but definitely is IN the Senate for sure, and that we should really try to prevent her from dying in a dramatic fashion during a "failed coup" as the mastermind behind it all.

>>1807529
I almost want to invite Keith to the VIP seating since his GF is sharing the stage with our Wife and I assume they're the best seats in the House

Also in the hopes that he would talk shit about us and have everyone smack him down for it.

I almost want to invite him.

>>1807614
Eh fuck Keith, if we see his head in the crowd we should throw popcorn at him.

>>1807612
If anyone is holding her leash its the corps that backed her ascension.

>>1807621
The phrase is "giving him enough rope to hang himself". Or alternatively, "Giving salt to your enemy". Nothing more grating then someone you dislike intrinsically being generous to you and looking good because of it in front of your Boss(es).

And Fairchild might have gotten Corp support because of her handler. Or there's Corp bought Senators she plans to use against them. Or Earth working through corrupt members of the Senate is her secret backer.

>>1807646
I'd rather just be an asshole.

>>1807703
You're not?

Kek

>>1807710
Depends how much I like or dislike someone.

>>1807646
Eh, I could care less for Keith. Considering what we are talking about with the higher ups, this is the sort of thing we really don't need him being a pain.Let him geek out in the front row, wearing a stupid 'I heart Lysa' shirt.

As for Fairchild? I think you forget how ambitious Fairchild is and how desperate she is right now. She had made a good amount of soul, with it's MP SOUL machines her personal army. A coup is possible, especially if she just rushed in as the hero to save jupiter from Avalonian assassins.
As for someone controlling her? Was likely a mutually beneficial agreement. Fairchild's mom did have connections, and with what results Fairchild initially had, she likely was a sure bet. But now the bet is risky, and the smart investor would pull out.

Having a million errors trying to post, sorry. First my internet died, then my laptop overheated, and when it restarted firefox wanted to update, and NOW 4chan isn't playing nice with my posts.

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Naturally, there's a level of noise and light that makes your conversation relatively private. Red Siren, of course, took care to install a massive stadium for her performances, and that's where you are now, surrounded by her fans.

“We'll look into this.” General Hatsheput assures you. “For now, I think we should all relax, and enjoy the concert. Congratulations, Roarke! Isn't it splendid that he finally got married, everybody? I feel bad for all of those impressionable young women out there who will be disappointed, but he's earned it.” She smiles sunnily.

“Mmm, I think it's not just the impressionable, young women with a reason to be unhappy right now.” Trevor Luxol looks up at one of the stadium's upper balconies with a tsk, “The nerve of that woman...”

“...Seems frayed and on the verge of snapping.” Asim comments.

You look too. You almost don't recognize her. Despite the fact that she's as old as Colonel Stern, General Hermione Fairchild has always had a sort of ageless good looks, any work she's had done to hide her age has been very subtle. The woman you see up there, however...is old. She's leaning on the arm of a pretty young secretary who's wearing a deliberately tolerant smile and snapping pictures of the event with her PC. There's a cane in her other hand, and her stride is limping and wobbly. She's abandoned the space queen-esque uniform she's worn for other formal occasions for the more comfortable, simple blacks she wears for non-formal occasions, which you've mostly seen over vidcomms. Her hair is disheveled, its spidery strands creating an impression of some mythical hag, the pink looking less lustrous and more like strawberry blonde fading to grey. The true horror, though, is her face. The pride that once held it taut and firm is gone, and without it, it sags with despair. Her cheeks and the flesh beneath her eyes are puffy and blotched red, and her eyes glitter more like polished stones than living, seeing orbs. That baleful gaze meets yours, and for just a moment, her face is her own again, the sheer hatred in her expression hitting you like a fist in the chest. It's like staring down a dragon as it inhales, but this is one you've already slain, and already you can see it bleeding out. She turns away with a shudder, and you don't need to be a mind-reader to guess that she might be hearing Bethany Cabot's last cries.

“Cotton candy, sir? It's very good, and complimentary for you.” A passing vendor offers you a sugary confection, but you wave it off.

“No thank you, too much wedding cake earlier.”

“I'll take one.” Trevor raises his hand, and the vendor hastily puts back the one he was offering you and reaches for another one.

“That's funny, I didn't know this show would have Harpies. I thought she only used backup dancers in mecha for her space shows.” Regina looks upward.

[Continued]

>>1807749
oh shit

>>1807749
>and the vendor hastily puts back the one he was offering you and reaches for another one
CALL HIM OUT ON IT

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“Well, of course, if something went wrong it would be a disaster, the reason she only used the Archen for the intro is because Lysa doesn't have a mech agile enough to dance with it.” You reply, “It's probably passing through.”

“That you know of. Some of SOUL's newer mecha could waltz with it, I'll wager. My Lionfish wasn't built for it, but...” Colonel Stern's head snaps upward, “...It's getting awfully close. Something is wrong.”

You see Fairchild abruptly stand up, whispering sharply in her secretary's ear, and yank impatiently on the woman's arm. The aide rolls her eyes, tosses her auburn hair, and stands up with a pouty frown. The two exit together, the General limping and leaning on her cane, her stride wobbly. The hair on the back of your neck stands up...

...and then, the entire arena shakes as one of Red Siren's Harpies lands on the field between the audience and the performers, heat shimmering off the power cells of its light cannon and boarding drill as it exits jet form, its arrowhead-shaped body blocking out the light. It swivels its head back and forth, then settles on you.

>[Call for backup]
>[Deal with this yourself]

>>1807762
>[Deal with this yourself]

VOID KEN.

>>1807762
>call for backup and begin dealing with it youself.

>>1807762
>>[Deal with this yourself]
Time to show people not to fuck with us...again.

>>1807762
>[Call for backup]
You know what? we got an army full of dudes, we might as well get them to earn their wages for once. Be good experience.

>>1807762
>>[Call for backup]
Also do what >>1807759 said and get the candy man.

>>1807762
>>[Call for backup]
We have too many civilians in this arena! Get back up, get as many people as possible out of here and to safety! Our issue is not just it, but the chaos that will happen! That includes Meridian and Fairchild!

>>1807762

ADDENDUM: CALLING FOR BACKUP MEANS RUNNING AWAY WHILE DOING SO.

>>1807783
Got to run away to get our robot anyway.

>>1807762
Deal with it ourselves.

Hold up, hold up, I'm redoing this vote. I fucked up in describing what the choices mean. It's not "be reckless while confronting the Harpy versus be cautious while confronting the Harpy".

Calling for backup means running away with everyone else and calling in mecha to help rather than deal with it personally. Those mecha are not currently here.

Dealing with it yourself means you punch the Harpy to death in front of a crowd of people. There is a chance of tragedy to YOU if you fuck up the dice badly enough.

There are emergency evacuation procedures already in place for the civilians and you wouldn't personally order something like that anyway, there are other people here whose job it is to go "oh shit conditions are unsafe better hit the alarms."

>>1807800
>[Deal with this yourself]
I just want to see this happen

>>1807788

It's not exactly parked outside.

>>1807800
Roarke is the kind of guy who would want to see if he can punch a mecha to death now.

>>1807762
>[Deal with this yourself]

>>1807800
Nigga run, just because we could punch a robot to death doesnt mean we should. What if it pulls a rashad and blows it self up on us?

>>1807800
This is tricky. The Harpy seems to have two standard weapons. That means it get a -4 to hit if I recall. What is our dodge and hand to hand like Wong?

>>1807827
H2H is 10 now since we mastered Void style.

>>1807800
>[Deal with this yourself]

>>1807827

...What are you talking about? It's got -2 MV, on top of that you get +6 to hit and it gets -6 to hit because of scale difference.

It looks like courage wins.

>>1807844
Turn on the 80s music boys

>>1807841
Ah, I meant the scale difference bonus. Alright, so it's a -8 to hit us, but is our dodge and escape plus hand to hand 10?
Also, to take out the harpy's head, we would need 4 luck I think.. unless we megacrit. Then we need just 2.

>>1807844
>inb4 this rando pulls an amos and kills us instantly

>>1807853
Come on anon what could possibly go wrong?

>>1807844
Oh dear fucking God.

So what music today.

>>1807855
Well for one they could just hover one hex off the ground and shoot at us from where we wouldnt be able to reach them.

>>1807863
The Touch by Stan Bush

>>1807867
Nobody really knows what we can do with our fist, the pilot wouldn't know how dangerous we really are on foot. Its more likely he would just fire at us, or step on us.

>>1807868
Yes

>>1807871
Better safe than sorry. If you see a dude known for punching shit running at you while you are in your robot that should tick you off to whats up.

>>1807868

I was feeling Jukebox Hero but that's a very solid choice if you want to be really smug about it, and that's not a bad thing.

>>1807868
Perfect, walter.

>>1807885
>walter
What?

>>1807878
I thought about saving it for when we turned the tables on Belegor, but it fits much better here since we can end it while the good part is still playing.

>>1807874
I mean that in the affirmative and not the band Yes. I feel that is an important clarification considering the context of this quest.

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“Get as many people as you can out of here.” You instruct your guests.

“Darling, what are you doing?” Fatima asks sharply.

“What I do. I love you.” You kiss her, stand up...and grab the cotton candy vendor by the back of the collar and throw him to Colonel Luxol, “Arrest him, get a chemical analysis of the one he offered me when you have time.”

You see Rosita and Lysa leaving the stage, Rosita speaking into her headset, and the sight of her confirms your decision. The Harpy is ignoring the singers, and if it's here for you, running with the crowd will just draw its fire towards civilians. If it wants you, it will have you, and find out swiftly that you are a most unpalatable morsel.

Some people would run away regardless, they would insist that they were being reasonable and logical and that it's a mech versus a human being.

Those people are cowards.

As you make your way through the surging tide of humanity like a shark through minnows, you become aware of a determined, dark-skinned face in your peripheral vision.

“I am not leaving you, Roarke Susan Starwind.” Fatima warns you stubbornly, “Whatever insane act of bravery you are doing to protect your crew, I am NOT going to leave you alone.”

“But...” You try to explain to her that you have an advantage from your training with the Undefeated.

“No buts!” She interrupts sharply, her voice hinting that her brave facade is actually rather close to tears, “As romantically tragic as this is, I am fine with it! I am your wife, Roarke Starwind, and you are my husband! If we perish, we perish together!” She gives you a brave smile, “Once you kidnapped me, I stayed kidnapped. I won't live without you.”

An idea strikes. She won't leave, but she doesn't have to be underfoot, either. There's an office on an upper level that controls the sound coming out of the speakers, “...But I need a beat.”

She stares as if you've gone well and truly mad, “A...a beat?”

You nod firmly, “A beat. Give me some music.” You point, “Go there and put on...” You whip out your PC and hand it to her, “My soundtrack, put on The Touch by Stan Bush. Go! Hurry! With it, I can win!”

“Best beloved! If...if you don't come back...” Her fists tremble with rage, “If you leave me a widow on my special day, and possibly a mother on top of that, I will never, ever forgive you. Ever!”

You walk ahead as she falls behind, smiling back at her, “Then I guess I'll just have to win.”

>[Roll 1d10+20]

Why do anything? The Archen is RIGHT THERE. She can handle anything short of the Nightmare.

Rolled 8 + 20 (1d10 + 20)

>>1807917
Add 2 luck for damage

Rolled 6 + 20 (1d10 + 20)

>>1807917

Rolled 7 + 20 (1d10 + 20)

>>1807917

>>1807921
We'd need 4 for the damage to destroy the head servo if we do not megacrit.

>>1807919

Well, about that. How long do you think it takes you to leave a stadium, get to your vehicle...which is currently back in a nearby bay...and hop in? Even at best, it's a few minutes, and a round is ten seconds. That Harpy is right there on the field ready to start shooting NOW.

>>1807931
Good thing my roll with megacrit the dodge.

Rolled 1 + 17 (1d10 + 17)

>>1807921

So that's a total of 36...

Rolled 9 + 20 (1d10 + 20)

>>1807917
To be fair, I think it'd be totally not cowardly for anyone who can't reasonably punch a mech to death to run, at this point.