Your eyes open and look out into an sky colored orange. Sighing, you roll over in bed and sit upright, rubbing your eyes and yawning. The fluid pours into your mouth, tasting of oranges and champagne. You smile to yourself. It’s better than the usual chemical orange flavor of impact gel. Slurping on the ocean of mimosa, you look out around your bed. It’s rather odd. The furnishings of the suite LWL stored you in are floating in the sky, the floors and walls apparently gone. Peeking out over the edge of the bed, you look down and into the sky once more.

Cocking an eyebrow curiously, you seize one of your pillows and toss it out into the void. It lands with a stolid thump, or at least as much of one as a pillow can manage, where the floor would probably be if it weren’t invisible. Apparently the floor just likes to see how many cases of vertigo it can induce on the unwary sleeper.

Dick.

Regardless of the floor’s dickishness (and there’s a lot to not regard), you are reassured that you won’t plummet to your doom. With that comforting thought in mind you contemplate what you should try and accomplish right now.

>Go over to the minifridge, check up on your stash of Champagne
>Open the door to the main floor and let your squaddies know about the mimosa. You don’t think they’d want to miss out on it
>Turn on the TV, the season 5 finale of CosmoTicker*Passion is on!
>Write In

>>31065275

>Write In
Throw another pillow at the floor to confirm its solidity.

What a dick.

>>31065275
>Go over to the minifridge, check up on your stash of Champagne
Made it!

>>31065275
>Turn on TV softly then sneakily make our way to the bath and take a shower.

>>31065275
>Go over to the minifridge, check up on your stash of Champagne

>>31065379
Also order breakfast for when we finish our mourning routine and ping the girl we sent to the ER or whatever last night to make sure hangover aside she's doing alright today.

>>31065275
>>Turn on the TV, the season 5 finale of CosmoTicker*Passion is on!

The floor really is a massive tool. It would be just like him to pretend to be solid in order to trick you into plummeting for the rest of eternity. You need to make sure it’s not just gonna fuck you over by going intangible right when you start walking. Yawning theatrically, you scoot over the the edge of the bed and sit on it. You begin to lower your feet with agonizing slowness, getting up off of the bed as if your muscles are powered by turtles on treadmills. As you rise, your left hand slithers across the mattress and grabs a pillow. Just as your feet are about to touch the floor, you spike it into the invisible floor.

It lands with a pained thump. Nodding to yourself, you put your whole weight on the floor, pleased to see that it’s keeping its shenanigans restrained to invisibility today. Last time you woke up, the bastard ended up dropping you naked into your year ten Earth History Final, much to the amusement of all and sundry.

Shuddering at the memory, you decide to make sure you’ve got enough forgetful juice to fully suppress it later. Wandering over to the minifridge, you yank the door open. You are met by a cavernous vault, easily the size of a warehouse, filled to the brim with racks and racks of champagne bottles. The interior of the minifridge is easily large enough to store a Holy Grail or Crystal Skull from Nazis for a good long while.

You nod to yourself, satisfied that your semi-ill gotten gains are safe, and turn around to contemplate the suite. Just as you do so, someone knock on the door.

>Write In

>>31065553

If we have a peephole, look through it. If we don't, make sure we have some pants on and open it.

>>31065553
We have a guest! Prepare a mimosa while asking who it is and then letting them in.

>>31065553
Answer the door while only wearing a glass of mimosa

>>31065553
>Use future intercom to identify visitor and, if friendly, allow them entry. Also, pillow fight.

You decide to ensure that you are wearing the appropriate garments for meeting a potential stranger and look down at your waist. You’re pleased to see that you are bedecked in the utterly inoffensive and acceptable costume of the twenty third century, one that might draw a friendly “lookin’ good,” from a limo driver. A translucent mimosa glass that you tuck your genitles into. Nodding at the extreme banality of your clothing of choice, you walk up to the door and peek through the peephole.

You are confronted by a delicious pair of curves bedecked in a merc-idol costume. The mini skirt sways enchantingly as whoever is on the opposite side of the door gives their hips a teasing little wiggle. Placing a hand over your heart to control it’s palpitations, you take a few steps back from the door, mentally bracing yourself. But who for?

>Valkyrie! Somehow she intercepted your package (lol) and wants to show the outfit off herself!
>Elda! Knowing her, she’s probably just trying to trick you into thinking it’s Valkyrie so she can gut you for buying her such a revealing outfit!
>Simge! She’s clearly suffering from a mental break and reverted to her Vix persona!
>Thudnertits! Holy shit, you’re pretty sure that she has an actual name! Maybe you should try to remember it!

>>Write in how you shall prepare yourself.

>>31065816

Simge

>>31065816
>Thudnertits! Holy shit, you’re pretty sure that she has an actual name! Maybe you should try to remember it!

>>31065816
Thundertits

>>31065816
Elda, Valkyrie and Chiharu. We're too much man for one lady to handle.

>>31065816
>Why not all of the above?

Otherwise, Elda.

>>31065816
>>Write in how you shall prepare yourself.

With bombastic aplomb.

Namely, throw the door open, announce your greetings, and offer a mimosa with a silly straw in it. Because silly straws are cool, okay?

>>31065816
Why not all of them?

>>31065816
>Valkyrie! somehow she intercepted your package (lol) and wants to show the outfit off herself!

Run to our room, rip our sheets off the bed, tie them together and tie one end of our crude rope to something secure near a window. Open the window, jump out and try to break into our neighbor below us. Assuming we can get in, apologies and escape before Val catches us!

>>31065816
All of them. Elda, Simge, Val, and the entire Himawari Force, coming for some quality time with Ivan.

>>31065816
>Val and Thundertits
>lose the cock cup
>open the door and prepare them mimosas

>>31065816
>Thudnertits! Holy shit, you’re pretty sure that she has an actual name! Maybe you should try to remember it!

>>31065816
>>31065816
>Elda! Knowing her, she’s probably just trying to trick you into thinking it’s Valkyrie so she can gut you for buying her such a revealing outfit!

Keep that pillow close. Might need it as a distraction!

>>31065816
Hikaru. For the lone Megane vote.

Which will never win...

>>31065816
>>Thudnertits! Holy shit, you’re pretty sure that she has an actual name! Maybe you should try to remember it!

>>31066005
This. We are nothing if not greedy and loyal to all the women in our life.

>>31065816
>Elda! Knowing her, she’s probably just trying to trick you into thinking it’s Valkyrie so she can gut you for buying her such a revealing outfit!

>>31065816
>No Hikaru
For shame. Did Cho nab her in dreamscape somehow?

>>31065816
>Tsukino, because what Niels doesn't know is happening in the recesses of your subconscious probably won't hurt him.
Open door "Tsukino-san, what an unexpected pleasure."

>>31066005
You, sir, have good priorities.

>>31065816
>Svenja, didn't know our HR rep was into sexy cosplay

>Panic that somehow our debt has spiraled out of control and that she will "punish" us for you poor fiscal management.

>>31066099
And just where the hell is Chisaki in all this?! For shame!

>>31066005
>quality time with Ivan
So, drinking vodka while playing unreal tournament 2?

>>31066213
Still hung over.

You’re almsot certain that it’s Thundertits on the other side of that door. Most likely trying to butter up her sempai and possible sensei before she goes into basic training. Hurrying back to the dresser, you grab a champagne flute and glide it through the atmosphere of mimosa. Best to have a drink on hand for your well endowed guest. Skipping and prancing through the air like some sort of over-muscled ballerina, you twirl just before yanking open the door. As mimosa floods out of your suite and into the void, you bow deeply with a flourish.

“My lady!”

You look up and are unpleasantly surprised by Thundertits’ everything really. You kind of expected her to be a bit more… top heavy, rather than so pear shaped. And her complexion, it’s almost green from the nerves. Resolving to over look these failings as a good sempai should, you scoop Thundertits up into your arms.

“Do not be afraid, kouhai. Your sempai shall show the way…”

You lean in for a kiss, tongue hanging out of your mouth. You find yourself frenching an expanse of green, leathery skin. Yanking your head up in alarm, you reconsider Thundertits with deep concern.

Only it’s not Thundertits in your arms. It’s that pear alien dude. Dropping him onto the ground you take a few steps back, slightly appalled. The alien does the same. The two of you eye one another, slightly off put. After a few seconds the alien relaxes and does a quadrisymmetrical approximation of a shrug before beginning to walk down the hall. Or what you assume is the hall, since all the walls are invisible too. Either that or they’ve been painted to look the same as the sky, which would be even more of a dick move.

As you contemplate the extreme dickishness of the walls and floors, you notice that the alien is waving for you to catch up.

>Write in

>>31066222
The Himawari Force can play whatever /VGA/ they want while we satisfy Val and Elda's carnal needs.

>>31065816
Marcos in a sheer pink nightie, because we're just at the point where we have a nightmare about the erotishower.

>>31066236
Follow the alien, grumble a bit about stupid dreams fucking with us.

>>31066236
Look behind you. Maybe he's waving to one of his buddies and not you. Think about how awkward that would be, if you just decided to follow him.

>>31066236
Well, shit. Its not going get away that easily, follow it.

>>31066236
Follow it while singing lewd songs describing the genitals of the women we met.

>>31066236
go along.

got nothing better to do...

maybe grab some kind of stick or pole to poke the floor infront of us to ensure it's stability. It would be just like the floor to be invisible just to hide holes...

>>31066236

>Write in

"Dude, the fuck?"

>>31066236
Reluctantly follow. Suit up in our merc gear for comforts' sake though.

>>31065206
YES. MY LACK OF SLEEP HAS BEEN REWARDED.
I can finally catch this thing live.

Things we should do:

>Watch the Finale of SpaceHeart*Love to see how we did

>Read some reviews

>Check our page on Future Wikipedia

Furiously muttering to yourself about subconscious cock blocking and quantum pears, you make sure the pear alien isn’t waving to one of his buddies instead of you. You know how awkward that could be. After making completely sure that there isn’t some apple shaped alien standing behind you, you reluctantly conclude that the pear alien is here for you and follow after him.

As the two of you walk, the sky fades away from the pink hued clouds of dusk and transform to a clear blue. Looking around once more you find that the ground has decided to reappear. It looks rather like one of those antique motherboards that they have stored in museums. As you walk buildings rise up from the ground, spiral shaped pillars rising into the sky. A distant memory flashes, and dread rises up from the pit of your stomach.

It was hot here. Hot and humid and loud. You don’t much care for that. You stop walking, convulsively swallowing. You don’t want it to happen again. You don’t want to speak to the conversational equivalent of a blast furnace.

Just then, you feel a pressure on your arm. Looking around, you see the par alien once more, still in it’s merc idol uniform. It is resting one of it’s four manipulators on your upper arm. After a moment of consideration, you realize that it’s trying to reassure you. As the two of you stand in place, one of the distant spirals, one that dominates the skyline, rushes towards you.

The pair of you watch it’s approach serenely. The monolith stops a few centimeters from your nose, coming to a complete stop almost instantly. You watch as the alien walks up to what appear to be a window, and fails at it helplessly.

>Write In

>>31066581
Be a bro and give the little guy a hand, seeing as he doesn't have any of his own.

>>31066581
See if the window has a way of opening, and try to open it.
However i'm a little suspicious of this pear.

>>31066581
Go to the window, grab pear-dude's arm, and help him get through it.

"You're not pussying out on me! I still have to cock-block you in the space-time future dream things you're giving me!"

>>31066581
Help the pear dude.

Sensually.

>>31066682
We have to say this, if only to see what pearman looks like confused.

>>31066682

Do it!

>>31066581
Locate door next to window. Open it for pear dude.

>>31066765
This, why are we going through the window anyway?

>>31066682
Yes. Let's make him feel as awkward as we did when making out with him...

You walk up to your alien compatriot and apply a little bit of human ingenuity to the problem. This time human ingenuity means head butting the window. The pear alien clambers through the opening and you follow it. The pear alien bobbles in what you assume is appreciation. Rubbing your neck sourly you reply, “Just you wait buddy. One of these days I’ll be the one heading cockblocking you during these space-time future dream things you keep on sending me. Then we’ll see how grateful you are.”

The pear’s manipulators wriggle in what you can only assume to be confusion. Shrugging to yourself you follow it down a hallway. It’s honestly rather odd. The hallway is long and winding and very fractal in nature, branching off in many directions at the drop of a hat. The pear alien is difficult to follow, suddenly changing direction without turning first. You figure it can do that since the species doesn’t seem to have a “front”. They are quadrilaterally symmetrical, with eyes on four sides, four flexible manipulators, and four ball jointed legs, allowing them to interact with the world from any side.

The hallways are also strange, made from the same material that you’d find in a human office building, but weirldy proportioned for the shorter and wider pear aliens. Just before you get too bored however, the pear alien walks through a door. You follow it and find yourself in the middle of a large white medical room. There is another pear alien lying in the middle of the room on some sort of cup shaped bed as peers dressed in white bumble about it.

The alien on the bed seems to be almost dead. You can hear it’s raspy breathing, the entire body inflating and deflating in shuddering gasps. You can see it’s strange skeleton outlined against the papery skin.

Just as one of the aliens dressed in white pulls out a scalpel, you hear a burst of sound from behind you. Turning around you see that another door has opened up behind you. Valkyrie is leaning against the door frame, Elda clinging to her neck for support. The two of them beckon towards you. From behind them you can hear happy drunken laughter and soft thumps as what can only be pillows strike home. You glance back at the pear alien, who wiggles in agitation. Apparently he’d really like it if you stayed.

>What do?
>Sexy pillow fight
>Weird Alien Operation

>>31067072
Split into two. Do both at once.

>>31067072

>Weird Alien Operation

Poor bugger

>>31067072
>>Weird Alien Operation
Bros before hoes.

Even through it's not really a bro.

>>31067072
>Sexy Pillow Fight
Apologies to our pear buddy, this is important.

>>31067072
>>Weird Alien Operation
HO BOY YOU FUCKS ARE REALLY STARTING TO PISS ME OFF

>>31067072

>Weird Alien Operation

I think it'd be a dick move to let this guy die.

>>31067072
>Weird Alien Operation
FUCK!

>>31067072
>>Sexy pillow fight

Cockblock me once, shame on you.
Cockblock me twice, shame on me.

>>31067072
>Weird Alien Operation
You guys own we SO MUCH for this, I swear to god.

>>31067072
>Weird Alien Operation
To Mr. Pearman...

"I won't go, if only because you'd turn into them to get me back on track..."

"Right?"

>>31067072
Evidently we must perform precision surgery with a pillow while fighting off Elda and Valkyrie

>>31067072
Just before I'm off to bed:
>Weird Alien Operation

>>31067072
>Weird Alien Operation
Well fuck...

Grumbling miserably to yourself, you shake your head at the two mercs and follow the alien over to the operating table. You wince as the door shuts behind you. The alien seems to sag a bit, as if in apology. You simply snort and cross your arms.

You watch as the medical aliens prepare the alien on the operating table for surgery, inserting IV lines and attaching a variety of life support systems to the dying alien. Once everything is ready to go most of them clear the room, gathering around monitors outside of the operating theater. Four aliens remain however, and they go to work, cutting into their compatriot. They cut into the middle of the alien, going down into his bulbous lower body. You peer at the procedure with detached interest. If this was a human, you think you might be a little sick, but an alien, not so much of a bother.

The surgeons burrow deep into the alien until they encounter a roughly shaped spheroid of bone, a bunch of strands of tissue lying atop flexible columns of cartilage connecting to it. They make three other similar incisions, uncovering three other points of connection. Four spines, you realize.

You watch as they attach some sort of electronic uplinks to each spinal column. Then they take out a large needle gun, full of some metallic grey fluid. You watch as they inject it into the first spinal column they uncovered. On a large monitor across the room, you can see what can only be the interior of the alien’s brain case. It’s not like a human brain. You’re no neuroscientist, but it seems like the basal structures of the alien’s brain form a sort of cross in between the four spinal columns. From there blooms more advanced structures, symmetrical vertically and horizontally. Humans have a right and left side of the brain, these aliens have an up and down side in addition to that. The Surgeons plug wires into the four electronic devices and wait. After a few minutes the dying aliens suddenly stops breathing, various life support monitors go dark.

The brain on the monitor across the room now blooms with activity. Flowering light and bright strands and lines. Explosions of golden color.

Then the world goes black, and it’s just you and the alien in the idol costume.

>Do you say anything?

>>31067611
Where'd you get that outfit anyway?
Oh, and you owe me one.

>>31067611
"Maybe a should be going to those free therapy sessions"

>>31067611
One thing. You've been jumping into my dreams for a while, and I'd kind of like a name from the person who pokes around my head. So, what's your name?

>>31067611
>>Do you say anything?
Seriously what the fuck was that.

Are you trying to tell me something little plot relevant alien?

>>31067611
"Why'd you show me this?"

>>31067611
>Humans have a right and left side of the brain, these aliens have an up and down side in addition to that.
what? So the pears aren't completely symmetrical on the inside: they have a front/back side and a left/right side.

>>31067647
We might as well ask Mr. Pearman that. We might even find out what his life was like eventually if we establish a social link to him.

>>31067611
Ask if it has a name

>>31067647
Seconded.

>>31067683
Their brains are basically the same way as the Earth's hemispheres.

>>31067611
"No offense, but you'd really look better in...almost anything other than that costume."

>>31067647
And even when it tells us it's name, we still end up calling it Mr. Pearman.

>>31067742
There is no costume. That's just our visualization of him.

>>31067647
Might as well ask him, then introduce ourself. Ivan is many things, but he's not rude.

>>31067755
On that note he's probably not even a pear.

>>31067611
"Let me guess, they injected a nanotech cocktail to neural map this guy in prepareation for his consciousness to be uploaded into either a new organic body or to a nentwork as an AI construct. Close?"

>>31067820
Let's go with this.

>>31067820
...The millenium man is an alien, why did I realise sooner?!

“The fuck was that shit?”

A voice in your mind responds. {Hopefully irrelevant you. Probably not. Must prepare. Must know.}

Rubbing your head, you sigh. “Ooookay then. Hey... you've been jumping into my dreams for a while now, and I'd kind of like to know the name of the person who pokes around my head. So, what's your name?”

The alien wiggles about. {Name? Untranslatable. Remind fruit. Informal language attaches "-y" make nouns descriptors. Social identifier: Fruity.}

You snort to yourself, shaking your head. “Alright Fruity. I’m Ivan. Could you try to not interrupt me in the middle of things next time?”

The alien seems to deflate slightly, it’s manipulators waving dejectedly. {Apologies. Make Right.}

Then a door opens in front of you two. You can’t very well see what’s going on on the other side due to the swirls of feathers. However, you can easily recognize the laughter. It’s less innocent than last time, deeper and longer.

You turn to face Fruity, elated. The alien waves you towards the door with three of it’s manipulators. The fourth wriggles about and knots around itself until it makes a rough approximation of a thumbs up. {Talk later?}

>Yes
>No
>Maybe
>If you can pull this shit off again, hell fucking yeah

>>31067923
>Yes

Once you get past the whole pear-shaped thing Fruity is a pretty nice guy.

>>31067923
>>If you can pull this shit off again, hell fucking yeah

>>31067923
>Yes
Also, ask >>31067820. If we have to deal with an uplifted Machine/Biorganic race I'd like to know now, if it's standard "Nanotechnology fucks EVERYTHING" I care slightly less.

>>31067923
>If you can pull this shit off again, hell fucking yeah

>>31067923
>>Yes
Hug him before we go.

>>31067923
Yeah, but mind jumping into some of the more depressing dreams instead? I mean having a nightmare about Bitter Prophet cluster fuck A-okay. Dreamin' about was I was origionally not cool dude.

>>31067923
>If you can pull this shit off again, hell fucking yeah

You grin and give Fruity your own thumbs up. “If you can pull off this shit again, than hell fucking yeah. Although maybe next time, show up when I’m nightmaring instead?”

Fruity gyrates from side to side. {Negative. Important subconscious venting.}

You sigh and walk up to Fruity. Leaning over, you give him a fierce bear hug. Guy might be a bit weird and pear shaped, but you suppose he means well. {Ocular patches highly irritated! Please cease desist!}

You release the alien. “Sorry dude. Didn’t think that’d happen in a dreamscape.”

Fruity inflates huffily. {Talk later. Good.}

The alien is suddenly gone, leaving you alone with the door. Cracking your neck, you walk into the swirl of feathers.

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>>31067923
>>If you can pull this shit off again, hell fucking yeah

Alright, that's the end of the dream sequence. Am working on the next story update. As for now, I'll invite any speculation as to the nature of these dream sequences and what you just saw.

Probably won't confirm or deny anything, spoilers and all that.

>>31068170
We awake to Val straddling us and immediately make the mistake apof assuming it's still dream.

>>31068188
I speculate that you've played the MGS series and have read Old Man's War.

>>31068188
Well, it's unlikely that we are actually in the dream of some hyperadvanced aliens. That's too cliché.

It's probably the first attempt at contacting humanity by some very advanced aliens.

>>31068188
The aliens are the next step in human evolution talking to you from the future. This is only possible in dreams because of reasons.They're trying to help you prevent some sort of biological disaster 12 monkeys style hence the hospital and operation.

>>31068220
Done neither, I'm too much of a PCfag Even when all I have right now is a shitty laptop..

However, Old Man's War looks really interesting. I'll definitely pick it up anon.

The cryo-pod hisses as it releases you from Cryo-sleep. You lie in the pod, breathing heavily. For a while all you can do is try to suppress the urge to vomit. Goddamn cryo-sleep. More accurately, goddamn the cocktail of chemicals they need to inject into your ass to keep the subzero temperatures from killing you. Shuddering as another wave of nausea passes over you, You remain still for a few more minutes until your stomach calms down. Sitting up in the cryo-pod you look around to see that the rest of your fellow mercs are well on their way to getting dressed. Clambering out of the pod, you begin to rifle through your duffle bag for some clothing, taking care to avoid knocking the champagne bottles around too much. Wouldn’t want them to get all shaken up and flat.

As you pull your clothing on, you remember. You remember and you are disturbed. Not because of the content of the dream, although Niels’ appearance at the very end was entirely unwelcome. People aren’t supposed to dream in cryo. Wondering what the fuck all that was then, you continue to get dressed, taking care to keep on acting natural.

Glancing over to your fellow mercs, you wonder if they’ve noticed any change in behavior. You find all three of them crowded around Choi Lei’s tablet.

>Ask them what’s going on
>Stay quiet
>Write in

>>31068277
Highly recommend Old Man's War and Scalzi in general.

>>31068401
>>Ask them what’s going on

>>31068401
>>Ask them what’s going on
Curiosity level: 7/10

>>31068401
>>Ask them what’s going on

>>31068401
>Ask Smige what's going on

>>31068401

>Ask them what’s going on

Please be a review of our Mission.

>>31068401
Look at Choi's tablet. Quietly.

Out of character, how are the recruits traveling to the Brick for Basic

>>31068401
>Ask them what’s going on

>>31068401
>Ask them what’s going on

They're probably watching the broadcast of our performance.

>>31068401
Is there a brain aug that is able to record dreams? Is there one that can monitor brain activity at all times and display abnormalities?

>>31068505
Although you could record brain activity, humans cannot process such information into anything like a video or audio stream.

>>31068475
You'll need to recommend them to Svenja first and she'll take care of the paperwork from there. Then they'll be informed of StrikeOut's decision and will have to arrange their own transportation to Atlas, where there is a StrikeOut training facility located planet side. This is to make it easier to wash out, you only have to get up and leave, rather than taking a long shuttle ride back to a planet. StrikeOut will only take the most willing recruits.

>>31068613
>Although you could record brain activity, humans cannot process such information into anything like a video or audio stream.

That's too bad. The research must have been abandoned in this future.

>>31068613
Just how long is Basic, anyway. I was kind of hoping to get to talk to those three...

>>31068765
so was I, but don't worry anon, if Thundertits makes it, which she should, Niels made it, then us and Valkyrie can help 'induct' them into SO when they graduate

although we may need a reinforced structure for the 'party' to be held in

“H-h-hey guys. What’s up?”

You scowl internally. Irritated that you couldn’t keep a slight tremor out of your voice. Simge and Valkyrie look at you quizically, but Choi Lei merely snorts and shakes his head. “I forgot you got so badly cryosick Ivan. Here, come over here and check this out. Just promise not to technicolor yawn all over my tablet.”

Grateful for Choi’s save, you feign a burp and pull on a jacket before walking up to the other three mercs. “Alright. What is it?”

Simge smiles excitedly. “Just watch!”

You look down in the tablet in your hands as the video loops back around. It must be standard regulation that all security camera feeds are either grainy as hell or choppy. This one is the latter. The camera seems to recording some sort of hangar bay, one in the middle of a city. You watch as three people in armor run onto the hangar floor, shooting at something behind them. They are dragging along a fourth body with them. The blood on his armor is already starting to dry, nothing new is pouring out. The four mercs are about to the middle of the hangar when something appears in the opening at the opposite end.

It looks like your standard commercial VTOL, at least until the side panels slide away, revealing a large number of heavy machine guns. The mercs scatter, two of them dragging the injured merc to the left, while the fourth rolls away to the right, behind some shipping containers. The most likely illegally armed VTOL begins to deliver withering fire into the cover the three mercs are hiding behind, entirely ignoring the fourth.

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This proves to be a mistake, as the fourth merc withdraws a long rifle and fires. The VTOL hovers in place for a moment before veering away from the hangar and out of the camera’s line of sight. the fourth merc runs to the center of the room and lies down on the ground. Two more shots. A few seconds later you notice a distant mid air explosion.

The mercs run around for a little bit before a HOEV arrives bearing StikeOut’s logo. The four pile in.

The feed suddenly switches to a helmet camera, with much higher quality image quality and frame rate. Still no sound. The owner of the helmet is belaying the fourth merc once more, who is hanging out of the HOEV, taking pot shots at yet more armed commercial VTOLs. Only they’re not pot shots. At least a quarter of them are hitting, quite the feat when one considers that both the sniper’s platform and her targets are moving. Even more impressive when you realize all of them are doing evasive maneuvers.

You watch in awe as all the pursuing VTOLs are shot down. Eventually the merc wearing the helmet pulls the fourth merc back into the HOEV as the cargo bat door closes. The fourth merc stands in place, probably talking, for a few seconds before removing her helmet.

The video stops on a still of Elda’s face, flushed and slightly sweaty. A look of grim satisfaction in her eyes.

>Response?

>>31068860
Actually, I was hoping for Sniper Megane. Choi has got some competition...

>>31068765
Basic takes place on planetside for a while, but eventually moves up to the Brick. You can probably see them in 1 to 2 missions time. StrikeOut will usually shuttle down merc instructors while the recruits are on planetside to do various things, like "what is employment at StrikeOut like?" and other things.

>>31068918
Smile a bit. Walk away grinning.

>>31068918
Keeping tabs on your rookie Takeout?

>>31068918
Appreciative Whistle. "Looks like the Ice Cool Bitch of the Alps is as heated as usual."

>>31068918
Oh well that's impressive.

>>31068918
"Huh."

>>31068959
>>31068998
I like these two.

>>31068918
Seconding >>31068998 & >>31068959

Remind me not to piss her off, again, again.

>>31069017
>>31069056
these

Rolled 6, 6, 8 = 20

Story roll, don't mind me

>>31069132
Uh oh?

“Huh.”

Choi Lei gives you a little punch. “Seems like you’ve got some competition in the badass rookie department, Ivan,” then his face twists into a look of mock pride, his eyes welling up. “I’m just so proud of my little merc protege!”

Simge snorts. “Yeah huh. Just cause you dropped with her on her first mission. I was her sniping instructor!”

Choi Lei grins and rolls his eyes. “One of them.”

You whistle as your mind fully processes what it’s seen. “Wow. Remind me not to piss her off.”

You are about to turn around and walk off to the Brick to find Elda, when Valkyrie pushes you to the side. Despite your nausea, you manage to avoid tripping into your cryo-pod, barely managing to maintain your balance. You watch in confusion as the red haired merc storms down the hallway.

>Say something.

>>31069132
forebodingintensifies.jpg

>>31069173
>>31069146
It was only to see how well Ivan maintained his balance when Valkyrie pushed past him. A really high roll would have probably entailed tripping her over instead.

>>31069168
"What."

Quickly send a ping to Elda to lookout for Valkyrie, she might want help in fending off her 'advances', so we might wanna follow Valk, Elda might not be as receptive of her charms as we are.

>>31069168
Follow her and ask what's up.

>>31069168
Uh oh. Elda might need to go into hiding.

Now... where to hide her...

>>31069168
Sprint ahead screaming "I HAD DIBS FIRST, VALKRYE"

>>31069217
Bunk her with Tsukino. No one's going to look there.

>>31069168
"Woah, you alright, Valk?"

>>31069200
Oh, of course. It's definitely not the combat rolls for Dreads when he koolaidmans into the hallway, or anything.

>>31069217
Nah. Valkyrie is not one of these jealous kind of girls.

>>31069223
Good idea

>>31069223
AHAHAHAHA yes, we must to this, followed by >>31069204, ping her to let her know whats up

>>31069204
>>31069217
I think Valk is jealous

>>31069168
Send a "Godspeed" to Valk. Hopefully she'll work the stick out of Elda's ass while she's down there.

Sensually.

>>31069223
No, that's just going to make things worse. Val doesn't like being told she can't play with other people's toys, remember?

>>31069168
Ping Elda, warn her. Depending on her reaction, help her avoid Valk, or let nature take its course.

>>31069252
No shit?

>>31069265
>>31069247
>>31069204
Guys, I think this'll be a lot more memorable if we don't warn Elda.

>>31069263
she's not being told she can't play, shes being told we have first dibs, shes more than welcome to join in after though

>>31069168
I like this >>31069259

I'm sure Elda can handle herself without us warning her.

>>31069223
AWW YISS.

>>31069299
...so, you want her to double down on taking Elda now. Probably not good for our relationship with either woman, but I admit it'd be nice to watch.

>>31069168
Maybe comment on how it looks like Val is on the prowl.

Really guys? We don't actually need to give her a heads up.

>>31069223
Don't be an ass.

>>31069168
Give Elda a heads up that we believe Val is coming to see her shortly and to be prepared

Hold on a sec...

Does Elda only have relationship issues? Or does she also have physical intimacy issues?

It'd be unfortunate if Valkyrie's...endeavors results in Elda getting actually, seriously emotionally compromised. Not just, "oh I'm ruined for marriage", but like "welp Elda can't drop anymore because she had intimacy issues and Valk just went and broke her like a goddamn stick"

>>31069168
Can we send a music file to Elda?

I want to send her Ride of the Valkyries

>>31069355
Or this is how we learn that Elda's gay.

Alright guys, writing.

>>31069355
Elda has issues with emotional intimacy for some very specific reasons.

She is not sexually traumatized, nor does she have any issues in that vein.

Shit would be double plus unfun to write.

>>31069392
We're about to act like a drunk bro aren't we?

>>31069280
What i meant is that i feel she is jealous of Ivan's attention being diverted.

>>31069392
Cool, just wanted to make sure.

>>31069392
>She is not sexually traumatized, nor does she have any issues in that vein.
Still, I am curious as to how Valkyrie is going to get Elda in her bed.

Is every women on the Brick bisexual or what?

>>31069431
Eh, doesn't feel like a catfight coming up to me.

...if only...

>>31069431
Pretty sure she just wants to fuck the competition. Val's pretty much a rite of passage for young mercs at this point. Still, I think we should probably divert her without going all "Elda is MINE" (which is guaranteed to get back to Elda and upset the Italiana), but maybe that's just me.

>>31069483
Of course not.

Everyone is. Fucking showerheads man.

>>31069483
And probably most of the men. I'm fine with us not doing Marcus thought.

>>31069508
My god...

Is...is there a Homoeroticism-Inducement Hygine Unit ("hee-hoo") for the women's shower, too?

>>31069508
The Brick is secretly a containment facility to keep the showerhead from spreading across the universe. The Millenium Man spends most of his time ensuring this with new sacrifices to the showerhead.

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>>31069535
It's a lilly shaped showerhead.

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>>31069569

>>31069569
>lillies begin sprouting out of the water
>Walk out the shower
>Lillies everywhere
>Lilly Vision Engaged.

You push yourself upright, slightly confused and annoyed. What the hell was that for anyway? And that’s when it hits you. Before you have a chance to run down the hallway screaming about how you have dibs, Choi Lei places a restraining hand on your arm. He shakes his head. “Don’t do it rookie. Don’t ever get in Valkyrie’s way when she’s on the prowl.”

You shrug. “Makes sense, I suppose. She’s kinda… relentless?”

Choi Lei shrugs. “Eh. Maxim said no once when their fist fight heated up. Valkyrie stood down.”

“Well I’d feel amiss not warning Elda at least,” you say, opening up the media archives on your e-glasses. You find the file https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7AlEvy0fJto that you’re looking for and send it to Elda in a ping. “That’s should be good enough.”

You glance over at Choi and Simge and shrug. They shrug in return and the three of you walk out of the cryobay and towards the airlock.

>Talk while you walk?
>If so, then to whom and about what?

>>31069637
Lets ask them what other kind of show need mercs, other than merc idols show.

>>31069637

"So, how were the reviews for our performance?"

>>31069637
>say bye to Choi and Lady Vix, then head to you HR rep to recommend the ex-idol trio.

>>31069637
seconding >>31069695

>>31069637
See if Smige wants to get that drink we owe her later.

>>31069637
Also, Choi, what the flying fuck did you even mean when you said "The Hawk shall hunt the Hip-Hop Rabbits on the floor of the linoleum" or other random bullshit crap you were saying?

>>31069832
if he said that during the cast party, it probably means he was looking for the cool kids on the dancefloor

>>31069832
Seconded He sounded like some psychotic Beatrix Potter fan.

>>31069695
>>31069832
I like these.

>>31069861
He was just probably being cryptic for the sake of being cryptic.

>>31069832
We might as well ask before we do what >>31069695 suggested.

>>31069832
Yeah, just how far up his ass did he pull that phrase from?

>>31069832
Fake military code phrases. Example from...some Tom Clancy book/movie (I think):

"The chicke is in the pot." (I have the bomb planted in position and the target is in its killzone)
"Cook it." (Eliminate your target by detonating the device)

Basically all that shit was babble for the audience.

Stretching, you walk towards the airlock with your two remaining squadmates. Just then, a thought occurs to you. Turning to face Choi, you ask, “So what the flying fuck was with all of that rabbits hip-hopping on linoleum bullshit during the mission?”

Choi Lei snorts. “Right. That’s part of the Delivery Man’s MO. He says weird and cryptic shit like that. Besides, it means I don’t actually have to provide a cogent reaction to any situation. Just yank some weird shit out of my lower intestine and I’m set.”

“So,” you say, dragging out the word. “The Delivery Man is basically set up to allow you to be as lazy as possible?”

“Yep!”

“Brilliant. Just goddamn brilliant.”

You hurry forward a bit and turn around to look at your two fellow mercs. “Well I’ll see you guys later. I’ve got some paper work to attend to.”

Choi Lei and Simge wave goodbye to you as you step into the decontamination chamber of the airlock. You step out into the terminal and quickly hurry towards HR. You’re about halfway there, standing in in front of an elevator in one of the major thoroughfares of the Brick when you run into Elda and Valkyrie. Or rather when they run into you. Or rather when neither of you three run into each other, since you were all standing mostly still when the elevator doors open.

Certain parts of your anatomy bulge.

“Privacy please?”

You nod numbly and leave to find another elevator.

Eventually you manage to make your way to Svenja’s office, taking care to avoid the elevator down to K-level. You stand before the door and ponder your entrance.

>Villainous? Write in some appropriate villainy
>Normal

>>31070118
>Villainous? Write in some appropriate villainy

"My dear Svenja, I'm sure you will be pleased to discover that I have returned unharmed."

>>31070118
>Twirl non-existent moustache
"Well that was a rather enjoyable experience."

>>31070118
>Normal

>>31070118

Dayum, Valk works fast.

Also, how far along were they? Would it have been X-rated?

>>31070118
>>Villainous? Write in some appropriate villainy

"Tally ho! I have returned from my virtuous hunt unscathed and bearing many a prize!"

>>31070118

>>31070160
>>31070172
These two. In order.

>>31070118
>>Villainous? Write in some appropriate villainy
Mustache twirling of course.

Just act like an english nobleman from the 19th century.

>>31070118
Tfw Valk is a walking HIHU

Also, seconding
>>31070160
With maximum Received Pronunciation added.

>>31070118
>>Normal

So did Elda just accept the inevitable?

>>31070118
>Villainous? Write in some appropriate villainy

Well Valk or Elda is definitely explaining and giving us the juicy details, whoever we meet first

>>31070243
>She got hit by the shower too and entered grit mode

>>31070268
>Well Valk or Elda is definitely explaining and giving us the juicy details, whoever we meet first
>juicy

kek

>>31070243
Looks like. She probably needed to work out some stress from the mission and dealing with Ivan.

Rolled 2, 1, 4 = 7

Doing another story roll. Don't mind me

>>31070306
>7
Someone ain't having a fun time

>>31070306
>ominous chanting

>>31070306
>7

"Oh, hello Ivan, I s-OH MY GOD YOUR ARM JUST POPPED OFF!"

"It was bearly hanging on anyway."

>>31070306
Ivan has done... poorly.

>>31070321
Look like someone isn't very...stretchy.

>>31070306
I'm guessing we freaked the hell out of Svenja?

>>31070306
I'm just going to assume those were Elda's rolls for how well she...sparred against Valk.

>>31070352
Welp... guess we got to go visit Elda at the medical wing after this if that is the case

You can’t resist. Svenja was around for when you picked your persona, so she’d get the joke, right? Twirling and invisible moustache to get into the mood, you push open the door to Svenja’s office. “Tally ho-”

The rest of your villainous entrance is cut off by her shriek of alarm. You see what’s going to happen and dive into action. This excess of motion triggers a severely disorienting wave of nausea and you end up missing your target entirely, slamming your head into Svenja’s desk.

A few minutes later, the pair of you are sitting in your respective seats, rubbing sore heads.

>What say Ivan
>”Shit, I’m really really sorry about that Svenja. I don’t know why I thought that was a good idea.” [apologetic]
>”Jesus woman. Desk must be made out of bloody tank armor.” [grumpy]
>”Well, that wasn't nearly as well received as the times I did on the missions.” [lighthearted]
>Write In

>>31070404
>”Well, that wasn't nearly as well received as the times I did on the missions.” [lighthearted]

>>31070404
>>”Well, that wasn't nearly as well received as the times I did on the missions.” [lighthearted]

>>31070404
>”Well, that wasn't nearly as well received as the times I did on the missions.” [lighthearted]

>>31070404
>>”Well, that wasn't nearly as well received as the times I did on the missions.” [lighthearted]

>>31070404
>>”Well, that wasn't nearly as well received as the times I did on the missions.” [lighthearted]
oh Ivan

>>31070404
>”Well, that wasn't nearly as well received as the times I did on the missions.” [lighthearted]

>>31070404
>[Apologetic]
We should have known better than to show up without pinging her first.

>>31070404
>”Well, that wasn't nearly as well received as the times I did on the missions.” [lighthearted]
with added "what the hell is your desk made of anyway?"

>>31070404
>”Well, that wasn't nearly as well received as the times I did on the missions.” [lighthearted]

Rubbing the exceedingly sore crown of your head you smile at Svenja, although it’s more of a wince. “Well, that wasn’t nearly as well received as the times I did it on the mission.”

Svenja winces herself and nods. “I know I’m a little jumpy Ivan, but so do you. Did you really think that would end well?”

You grunt. “Wasn’t really thinking, but yeah probably not. I suppose I just got carried away after the mission.”

Svenja’s eyes suddenly shift their focus from the side of her head and to you. She stares at you intently. “Oh really? So how did you like the mission?”

>How did Ivan like the Mission?

>>31070594
>>How did Ivan like the Mission?
Well it was pretty fun.

I guess Ivan would like more mission from that entertainment company.

Possibly missions on different gameshow or reality shows.

>>31070594
I loved it. So cheesey, so fun.

>>31070594
It was pretty fun. Definitely good to have a change of pace once in a while.

Don't forget to thank her.

>>31070594
"Best vacation I've ever had. Thanks Svenj, I owe you one. Now, before we talk numbers there's a trio of ex-idol mercs I mostly knocked off the show that I promised to vouche for. Valerie's willing to second my recommendation, and I have no idea how to go about doing that so, uh, help?"

>>31070594

"I have to say, it was a pretty good change of pace. And after Bitter Prophet, I really needed some downtime to get my head right. Overall, I liked it!"

>>31070594
>How did Ivan like the Mission?

"Was a lot of fun, surprisingly. The staff were pretty good at what they do, and it was certainly a nice change of pace. There were even some possible merc prospects who were impressed by what we do."

"Oh, thank you for finding the mission, by the way. It really was exactly what I needed."

>>31070594
>>How did Ivan like the Mission?

Two thumbs up. That's all that needs to be done.

>lumantr swears
Captcha, stop telling us about Lumantr's foul mouth.

>>31070594
"It was great!"

And thank the woman.

>>31070594
Wasn't my best run, but I had a lot of fun.

You remove your hand from the back of your head so you can rub your chin, pondering Svenja’s question. "I have to say, it was a pretty good change of pace. Incredibly cheesy, but so fun because of it. Best vacation I've ever had.”

Svenja leans back in her chair, clapping her hands together before clasping them beneath her chin while her face blossoms into a wide smile. Svenja beams at you, looking positively radiant. “Oh I’m so pleased! So pleased to hear you had a good time Ivan!”

You smile and rub the back of your head, smiling confusedly. "Yeah, it was a good time. Thank you for finding the mission, by the way. It really was exactly what I needed after Bitter Prophet."

As the words leave your mouth Svenja’s smile slips away just as suddenly as it appeared. She looks down at the desk guiltily. She sighs before looking up at you, her face deeply remorseful. “Ivan, about Bitter Prophet…”

>Hold up your hand and stop her. The past is in the past
>See what she has to say.

>>31070963
>See what she has to say.

>>31070963
>>See what she has to say.

>>31070963
>>See what she has to say.
Greentree didn't make it, did she...

>>31070963
>>See what she has to say.
I am curious.

We should let her talk before comforting her.

Sensually.

>>31070963
>See what she has to say.
"If it's anything new go ahead but if your going to blame yourself then, no."

>>31070963
"I'm getting sued aren't I?" (dead serious)
If she backtracks and says that isn't it then just tell her it wasn't her fault for suggesting it, that there was not possible way for her to know.

>>31071019
this

>>31070963
>See what she has to say.

"Go ahead, I had a feeling there was going to be more to Bitter Prophet than we all thought."

I feel like this is is basically Merc Sex: The Quest.

>>31071382

You say that like it's a bad thing.

“I… I’m really sorry about giving you that mission. I should have known better.”

Your brow furrows in confusion. “What do you mean gave me the mission? Sure you suggested it, but there were a ton of other missions to choose from too.”

Svenja looks exceedingly guilty. “Yes there were other missions there, but not really. Let’s be honest, Bitter Prophet sounded like the most interesting mission on offer, right?”

“Well yeah,” you say leaning back in your chair. Seriously, where the hell is she going with this?

Svenja swallows. “I made it that way. I wrote up the missions so that you’d choose Bitter Prophet. I… I thought that it’d be an easy mission for you after that fight you had with that awful Dreads person. I was worried about you and you broke your shoulder and it was just a gene therapy clinic and… Oh I just made everything so much worse!”

You begin to lean forward instead now, slightly surprised at all of this. “Svenja-”

“I’m so sorry Ivan,” Svenja replies miserably, wringing her hands and looking away from you, into the upper corner of her office, “I thought- I thought I could make things better by pushing you towards Bitter Prophet, but instead it was all just so much worse! You lost your arm, you were having horrible nightmares the entire time you were in the infirmary, and and and…”

>Ivan’s reaction?
>Am doing short term write ins, but will be offering
>Laugh it off. Bitter Prophet was your decision and you’re fine now.
>Zen/Forgiveness. Svenja’s putting a little too much responsibility on herself here. She might’ve had something to do with your decision, but it was only with the best intentions.
>Anger. You are angry that she had a role in your decision to do Bitter Prophet, and hold her responsible for the mess it became.

>>31071382
yeah, /tg/ has a tendency to over sexualize things, same thing happened in Aspiring Emperor Quest

>>31071409
>>Zen/Forgiveness. Svenja’s putting a little too much responsibility on herself here. She might’ve had something to do with your decision, but it was only with the best intentions.

She's a nice girl and was just looking out for us.

>>31071409
Kiss her you fool!

>>31071409
>Zen/Forgiveness. Svenja’s putting a little too much responsibility on herself here. She might’ve had something to do with your decision, but it was only with the best intentions.

>>31071409
>Zen/Forgiveness. Svenja’s putting a little too much responsibility on herself here. She might’ve had something to do with your decision, but it was only with the best intentions.

>>31071453

Fuck off. This is not a harem quest.

>>31071409
>Zen/Forgiveness. Svenja’s putting a little too much responsibility on herself here. She might’ve had something to do with your decision, but it was only with the best intentions.

>>31071409
"I'm not going to blame you for doing what you felt was best, and neither should you."

>>31071409
Zen
C'mon not like she thought there'd be horrible monsters from the nth dimension clawing after uor sweet, sweet skin. Besides does she expect us to blame her everytime an op goes bad?

Ops will have bad intel or go wrong no reason to blame her for it, not like she shot our arm or anything. (Not that we're bitter ((Maybe a little))

>>31071436
>>31071382
>implying FG isn't doing this as waifu control

I feel like FG just really enjoys messing around with people's waifu expectations.

>>31071409
>Svenja’s putting a little too much responsibility on herself here. She might’ve had something to do with your decision, but it was only with the best intentions. In the end, Bitter Prophet was your decision and you’re fine now.
>Perhaps she could be more neutral in her descriptions in the future, but you'll always be open to hearing her recommendations.
As if we could ever hold it against her.

>>31071409
>Zen/Forgiveness. Svenja’s putting a little too much responsibility on herself here. She might’ve had something to do with your decision, but it was only with the best intentions.

There's no way she could've predicted what happened.

>>31071409
>Zen/Forgiveness. Svenja’s putting a little too much responsibility on herself here. She might’ve had something to do with your decision, but it was only with the best intentions.
"There was no way you could have known what was going to happen. The intel we had was so little it was anyone's guess on what had gone wrong."

>>31071409
OP GIVE ME A SECOND TO WRITE UP WHAT TO SAY. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD>

>>31071532
Go for it bro. As long as it ain't stupid.

>>31071409
>Zen/Forgiveness. Svenja’s putting a little too much responsibility on herself here. She might’ve had something to do with your decision, but it was only with the best intentions.
We all learned valuable lessons from that clusterfuck, so lets move on and not do that again.

>>31071492
Overly sexualizing the characters makes it harder for me to like them, I'd rather have waifufags than unlikeable characters.

>>31071409
>Zen/Forgiveness. But while we still trust her ask her never to keep the mission descriptions neutral going forward.
We forgive you FallGuy.

>>31071409
>Zen/Forgiveness. Svenja’s putting a little too much responsibility on herself here. She might’ve had something to do with your decision, but it was only with the best intentions.

"Not your fault, and I forgive you for that. The only thing I ask is that in the future, you do your very best to be honest and level with me about missions - I need to know your concerns and recommendations on missions. It's also important that you tell me when something worries you about me, because that's part of your job, isn't it?"

Give her a smile, and make it clear that we aren't going to hold it against her.

>>31071532
You put your hand on her shoulder causing her to stop mid-sentence. She looks up at you, confusion across her face as she registers your grim expression.

"It's all right. You aren't the one who made that fuck-hole of a place. I understand why you wanted me to go..."

"I even appreciate it."

"It's not your fault, don't worry."

Then, you hug her close and let her cry.

>>31071563
How is the sexualizing Svenja?

>>31071409
>Zen/Forgiveness. Svenja’s putting a little too much responsibility on herself here. She might’ve had something to do with your decision, but it was only with the best intentions.

With that now in the past I think it's time she be invited to join us tasting our ill gotten goods.

>>31071611
Seconding this write-in

>>31071611
I like this one.

>>31071628

Seconding this, provide her with thefted champagne in celebration of a successful op.

>>31071611
This is good and health for our working relationship.

Alright anons, good consensus and all that. Good write ins too.

Writing.

>>31071409

Hug her!

>>31071628
I Third this.

>>31071628
Nah, give her an unopened bottle, but don't open on now. Drinking during a low level business meet is just sloppy and she seems to by the book to go for it anyway.

>>31071684
Also:

"You can't put the blame on yourself for this. We're a mercenary corporation, things happen on the ground. People, get hurt and they die. It's a fact of the operation, but beating yourself up isn't going to help anyone."

"You work hard at your job, I get good info from you on a regular basis and use what skills I can when the situation changes. That's MY responsibility."

"This thing?" *Flexes robot arm*

"A reminder of what I need to do to keep going. That I can't let up and that there are too many things I can lose if I do."

At which point you look into her eyes.

"Like you."

>>31071747
>*Flexes robot arm*
WHAT robot arm?

>>31071760
We don't have a robot arm?

>>31071775
>We don't have a robot arm?

Nope, just have the old arm reattached. We decided to pass on roboarm for now.

>>31071800
Okay.

*Pats arm*

>>31071747
Robot arm?

>>31071840
>>31071800
Is the writing good? It's 12am and I'm exhausted, so I don't know how shitty it is.

>>31071827
>Okay.
>*Pats arm*

The hilarious thing is we may cut our arm off willingly at some later date for some shiny robogun/axe arm ANYHOW, but for now, we all natural and stuff.

>>31071747
This reads kind of like a military pep talk being given to a civilian. Which would probably work but kind of only speaks to a professional relationship with Svenja, and we snark with the woman too much for me not to think of her as a friend.

Other wise it would be good.

>>31071903
Cool thanks anon *writes notes of more attention to relationships*

>>31071894
A little cheesy.

>>31071894
See here >>31071903 for my comments.

Basically if Svenja was another merc I think it would be close to perfect, but she's a civie through and through, so I think she needs some more emotional reassurance and a moment where Ivan basically says "It's ok, I'm still your friend and I still trust you, just be more careful." Still, not bad.

You sigh, rubbing your eyes before looking up at Svenja, giving her a tired smile. "Not your fault, and I forgive you for that”

Svenja cuts you off in the middle of your speech. “But it is my fault, at least somewhat! I manipulated you into-”

You hold up your hand. “Not really. And even if you did it was only with the best intentions. But that brings me to another important point. You should really tell me when something worries you about me, because that's part of your job, isn't it? We should address things like that in the open, yeah?”

Svenja nods, biting her lip. “Yes. Yes we should. I just figured I knew better and that you wouldn’t want my help if you knew that I was giving it to you.”

“C’mon Svenja,” you say shifting in your seat and smiling gently. “What makes you say that? I’m a merc, not a block head… all the time anyway.”

“I… I suppose so.”

Suddenly your face turns slightly stern, although you make sure to keep you voice gentle. “The only thing I ask is that in the future, you do your very best to be honest and level with me about missions. Let’s avoid an incident like Bitter Prophet next time, alright?”

Svenja nods, rubbing at her eyes despite not visibly crying. “Yes. Yes, absolutely,” the HR advisor falls silent and looks down and away at a wall, smiling softly. Suddenly she jerks back up to look at you. “Right! You’re probably here for more than me being a self accusatory mess! Is there something you wanted to talk about?”

>Himawari Force recommendation
>Mission performance and payment

>>31072020
>both

>>31072020

>Mission performance and payment

Seems appropriate then

>Mission performance and payment

>>31072020
>Himawari Force recommendation

And then

>Mission performance and payment

>>31071902
well if we ever decide to do that we should give Marlena a call for her surgical skills

>>31071925
I thought so to. Although I do try to put some cheese in from time to time. It makes the writing a little more relateable

>>31071972
Sweet thanks

>>31072020
First we get the details on our stats, then recommend the Himwari.

>>31072053
Cool, I like getting paid twice.

>>31072020
>Mission performance and payment
Followed by
>Himawari Force recommendation

>>31072053
wut

>>31072020
>Mission performance and payment

We should get to business first.

Once that's done, then we can look into assembling Ivan's Idols...I mean, recommending Himawari Force.

We seem to want to start with mission performance, then go onto himawari force rec.

Probably will end on this update, and will lurk for feedback etc. I'm really looking for feedback on Svenja scene and the Alien dream sequence.

Yes, I apologize for Bitter Prophet too, but I swear I was not speaking through Svenja on that one.

>>31072108
Why do you think we loot the shit out of things? It really is getting paid twice for the same job!

>>31072177
>feedback on dream sequence
goes on for way too fucking long, its a big fucking chunk of thread for effectively no development of any sort, you might wanna cut back on the length of them, or confine them to pastebins and don't make them critical to characters or PLOT

>>31072177
>Bitter prophet

what the FUCK happened? last I checked the grumpy asian guy was dead and we were looking to kick mutant ass.

>>31072241
shit hit the fan utterly, it spared no one in its fecal hazing

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