Aw shit, PTSD flashback

>>19211609
Oh boy we flashbacks now.

Whelp we can relive this here war.

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The inside of the dirt room is silent as the artillery thumps out its rhythmic beat, one you've grown quite familiar with. Two drum players, the enemy's and your own, each keeping pace with the other.

"GAS GAS GAS!!!" Someone howls down the line, and without a second thought, everyone goes for their mask.

Funny thing about gas masks that for the most part predate the event, some even fifty years old by now... They don't tend to work that well, especially without enough replacement filters to go around.

Yours is no different, older than you by far, still using the filters you'd been given nine months ago. Filters that had already weathered dozens of chemical attacks.

As though an actor in some macabre play, the noxious blue haze arrives on cue. You watch it begin to fill the chamber, slowly, seeping in from the outside through the cracks in the door. Some men sob, knowing their own masks will do little, remembering the effects of having been gassed before. You stay quiet, clutching the rifle in your hands and closing your eyes as you lean your head against its steel cocking tube.

Rifles you understand. You're good with a rifle, you've killed your enemies with a rifle. But this gas? You don't understand this gas, it just doesn't make sense. Ammo fuels a rifle, a rifle kills men. This gas doesn't kill men, it just brings suffering.

Everyone in the room jumps, some letting out a cry of surprise, as a single gunshot echoes out, you feel the blast on your skin. It isn't the first time. Some men... Well... It would be a lot less painful than what you're about to endure.

You can't stop breathing, as much as you would like to. You can just sit and hope the barrage lets up soon.

A familiar sensation, like something slowly entwining around your chest, starting to strangle you.

Slowly, methodically tightening, making it more and more difficult to breathe.

The terrible scales of the blue gas against your bare skin.

Scales?

Your eyes open suddenly, leaving the gruesome war in your memories and dreams, where it belongs. The trenches and gas and feelings of hopelessness now gone, replaced by something quite different.

A scaly, turquoise tail, wrapped snugly around you from knee to shoulder.

"Karin?" You manage, craning your neck to try to see her face, unable to move much beyond that.

Instead of a response, one of the cobras in her hair lifts slightly to stare you in the eyes with its blank, black beady ones. Quite un-snakelike, it lets out a silent yawn before resting back down. The tail tightens ever so slightly.

"Oi! Karin! Wake up!" You thrash, until realizing that is only causing her tail to tighten even further. It is certainly snug now, but it hasn't reached the point of actually strangling you yet. YET. You don't know much about her Echidna form, as she tends to hide away from the world, and you, whenever it happens.

[ ] Shout for help before she crushes you

[ ] Try to free your arms and pull yourself out, or her off you

[ ] Get frosty

[ ] Lie still and wait for her to wake up

>>19211799

[^] Lie still and wait for her to wake up

Fuck it. Go back to sleep. Isn't the worst way to go.

>>19211799
[X] Get frosty

>>19211799
Get frosty, we may be able to slip out.

>>19211799
Lie still and wait

>>19211824
Are Echidnas cold blooded?
Get frosty, then get out

Funny thing about being at least half Frost, you can do some crazy shit with temperature.

Well, you can make things pretty damn cold when you get frosty. Heating things up, not so much. But chilling you can do.

Both hair-cobras are awake now, stirring about as they watch you, both hissing quietly as their hoods extend. You've started off slow, cooling down the air around you methodically. You don't want to freeze her, you just want her to wake up.

"Hnnn?" Karin stirs, but doesn't wake.

"Oh for fucks sake..." You dial down your magical thermostat, which garners a near-immediate result.

"Hah?!" The Echidna girl yells in a startled panic as her tail quickly unwinds from around you and she tumbles off of the bed upper-body first. A shame the room is so dim, otherwise you might have seen something good.

"I wasn't sure if you liked coffee or tea so I just got you some ice and figured that would wake you up. Also I wasn't sure if you were actually going to strangle me or not, but as intrigued as I am, I didn't want to find out."

"Eh?" Karin blinks, before looking down at herself, "Ehhh?!?!" She exclaims simply, before quickly slithering into her walk-in closet and closing the oak door behind her, loudly.

"Oh come on! It's not the end of the world!" You call after her, sliding off of the bed and plodding across the floor until you rap on the door.

"Why does this happen to meee?" You hear her whine, along with the sounds of clothes being rustled about on hangers.

"That is honestly low on my list of concerns right now. Toss on some clothes, sunshine, we need to make today count."

>>19211979
"Honestly, I think you're pretty damn sexy when you got scales"

"Easy for you to say. You're lucky, the only thing that changes on you is your hair. Do you have any idea how hard it is to wake up in a completely different body? I have to keep a whole separate wardrobe, I'm not good with this tail, underwear is... It isn't right." Karin continues to complain as you search around and find your clothes from the night before.

"Yeah yeah, I feel so sorry for you. Your crippling genetic trait is a rocking snake body instead of a fatal disease."

The door of the closet opens slightly and you see Karin peek out.

"I'm sorry, you're right."

"I'm teasing you, scales, now lets get moving and pray that your parents are either still asleep or out somewhere. Otherwise things could get pretty damn awkward around here." You try to see into the dim interior of the closet, trying to make it appear as though you aren't looking as you pull on your shirt.

"They are probably out, but I'm sure at least dad saw your bike. Also quit trying to peek, you fiend. I'd rather not be seen like this at all, let alone uncovered." She closes the door once again, and you sigh as you take a seat on the bed.

Minutes tick by with just sounds from the closet, and you begin to ponder just how many clothes she's gone through and rejected. A case of bizarre amnesia, most men almost always forget just how long it takes for a girl to get ready to go anywhere. You contemplate going to sleep or slinking downstairs to scrounge for food, until the door of the closet finally opens and Karin emerges.

As different as her Echidna body is, so too her wardrobe appears to be. A quite uncharacteristic red skirt and rather dressy white shirt, not the kind of girl-next-door tomboyish look she's usually rocking.

"Very cute, and the snake body isn't bad like you seem to think. Now lets move, even if your parents know I'm here, I'd rather not get caught in your room."

[ ] "Lets go talk to Rick about the Frost ruins, see if he found anything."

[ ] "I've got to go help my dad get ready to investigate the carrier he located."

[ ] "Get your plane ready, lets just go find those ruins."

>>19212080

[ ] "Lets go talk to Rick about the Frost ruins, see if he found anything."

>>19212080
[^] "I've got to go help my dad get ready to investigate the carrier he located."

Stay on target. We got info on the carrier 'dad' should see. With that we could get some kind of plan going to make it a quick in-and-out type of job (not that I believe this for sec). Thus getting back to Rick for info about Frosty Ruins.

>>19212080
[X] "Lets go talk to Rick about the Frost ruins, see if he found anything."

>>19212080
[ ] "Lets go talk to Rick about the Frost ruins, see if he found anything."
Did they bother to setup the telephone network again?

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>tfw D3 dun wanna, check on /tg/ out of boredom and suddenly: a wild Papa-N quest appears!
Papa-N used Awesome!
It's super-effective!

>>19212080
>[ ] "I've got to go help my dad get ready to investigate the carrier he located."

>[ ] "I've got to go help my dad get ready to investigate the carrier he located."

>>19212080
Let's talk to Rick

Dad is competent enough to get ready himself.

>>19212080
[X] "I've got to go help my dad get ready to investigate the carrier he located."
But going back to Rick is next on our list of things to do.

"Anyways, lets go talk to Rick, see if he found out anything about those Frost ruins. My dad should be fine loading up his plane on his own for now, not like I'd ever helped in the mornings much before at least." You shrug and start toward Karin's bedroom door.

"We have to fly out there again? Can't you just raise him on the radio?" She tries to keep her voice calm and composed, but you can detect the slight edge of disdain for your jetbike.

"Yeah sure we could spend an hour trying to flip through any of the possible channels he could be on. Not that he would answer even if we did. The only time he ever uses the damn thing is when he gets trashed and wants to talk fishing at four am." You open the door gently and peer down the hallway, listening intently. After pausing for a moment and neither seeing nor hearing either of her parents, you continue out of the room.

"I really do need to get around to seeing about reactivating some of the leftover cellular towers..." Karin sighs as she snakes along after you.

"Dad says the world is better off without them."

"Yeah, some of the older folks say the same thing. Still though, having the kind of communications capabilities that those devices seem to have had would certainly make life a lot more efficient."

"And a lot more annoying, I'd think." You shake your head as you make your way down the creaky wooden stairs, glancing back to watch as Karin comes down after you. She has to use her tail in some kind of crazy coiled motion to navigate them, and she keeps the end of it firmly wrapped around the bannister as she descends. Not exactly a speedy process.

"Quit staring, it's embarrassing enough to do this without seeing that smirk on your face." She glares, and you turn around again.

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>>19212244

>>19212244
Have we made any going commando jokes? We are going against some rebel Gorilla's in the near future. There has to be a joke there.

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Out into the fresh morning once again for the second day in a row, dew still covering the grass as the sun slowly begins to creep above the horizon. You must be going insane to be waking up so early like this, for how different it is from your norm.

Karin had made you a quick bagel when you'd inquired about breakfast, along with some toast for herself. Toast hanging out of her mouth as she follows you along the path to the airfield.

"Kheep whalking..." She frowns through the toast as she notices you glancing back with an amused grin.

Thankfully Jimbo and Amber appear to have left earlier, taking one of the trucks and going off to the market most likely. You know they know, but that doesn't mean you don't want to avoid the inevitable conversation for as long as Frostilly possible.

The jetbike is still right where you parked it, its imposing looks still apparent even when damp from the morning. Shame it hadn't rained, it could use a bit of a wash.

After helping Karin on-board (which turned out to be quite the amusing process considering her tail), you swing up yourself and start fiddling with the controls to get the engine started. Karin has had to wrap herself around the back of the bike, having enough leftover tail to still curl the end around your waist.

A minute later and you've got the craft a good hundred feet above the treeline and on course toward the town yet again. Karin has grabbed you around the middle like last night, only now there are two cobras from her hair slithering around your neck. You really hope they don't bite like your hair did...

Aside from watching her hair like a harpy, backing away when you thought they were getting a bit TOO close, the ride is a dull one. You don't go as fast as you'd like, for Karin's sake, which only adds to your boredom. What you wouldn't give to run into a flock of gargoyles to rile up...

Setting the jetbike down into Rick's yard nearly the same as you had the night prior, you kill the engine as soon as the wheels touch down.

"Awake this early, Erik? I'm beginning to think that perhaps you are just an imposter, I've heard about doppelgangers and such, you know." The centipede chuckles as he stands in the doorway of his shop, "What did your dad think of that packet? Decent stuff, yeah?"

"I uhh... I haven't gotten around to showing him, yet." You admit with a small shrug and chuckle.

"No? Came back to see if I had anything on those Frost ruins, I suppose? Well I did find what I could, which wasn't all that much. As far as I can tell, no one has actually ever gone inside the place, but I did find a few aerial photographs. My guess is no one wants to get that up close and personal with any gorilla fighters, you know how they are." Rick tells you as he clicks some of his chitinous legs together quite unnervingly.

"I'm not too worried, pretty sure I might have a commando here." You jerk a thumb toward Karin, who looks puzzled at the comment.

"Heh, lamia." Rick laughs along with you.

"I don't get it..." Karin scowls, realizing she's the brunt of the joke.

"Don't worry about it. So what did you find other than the photos, Rick?"

"Eh, the usual of what I could beyond that. Some actual maps of the region, GPS coordinates for if the satellites feel like working, bit of scuttlebutt about the place."

"The normal kind of scuttlebutt?"

"Pretty much. A few guys that know a guy who's uncle or whatever deals with the guerrillas as some kind of negotiator says that the gorillas all swear the place is haunted. None of them will go inside or get too close for fear of being snatched up. Should make it easy for you to investigate, unless it turns out to be true, that is." Rick talks as he cuts a cigar with his mandibles and lights up.

"I ain't afraid of no ghost, but I'd rather not have to fend off any gorillas unless absolutely nessecary. You start taking them out and more are bound to show up, lots more." You take a seat on a pile of cinder-blocks as Rick hands you a much thinner folder, which you open.

Sure enough, a few grainy photographs of what appears to be some kind of arch cut into a mountain. Though it might have originally been in the far, cold north, that was the old world. Now the ruins bump up right against some rather dense rainforest, the kind of nasty jungle shit that the gorillas love. They're at home in it, and in the jungle they really shine as fighters.

Another sheet has the GPS coordinates, which, depending on the day, may not even be worth bothering with. There are few functional GPS satellites left, fewer still that the remnants left behind after the event managed to get working. GPS is mediocre at best, unreliable generally, and completely inaccessible at least 75% of the time.

Which means that the regional maps are worth their weight in gold, which Rick must realize.

"The price isn't going to be cheap for those, not too many legit maps of that region floating around, but plenty of vague ones."

"Server cluster." You raise an eyebrow as you look at him.

"You two are never going to let me forget about that, are you? I suppose I can throw this in, but after that, we're square." Rick barters, and you don't return it. It isn't as though you generally don't find plenty of stuff to pay him with in your travels. Be it pre-event machinery or junk, or more information on a wide variety of mediums.

Karin peers over your shoulder as you unfurl the map and give it a quick look-over. She's quick to point out the location of the ruins, and you're just as quick to circle known guerrilla activity hot spots with your finger.

[ ] "We'll see about giving this a go after I check out the carrier with my dad."

[ ] "My dad had to rush things to get ready to go today, I'm sure he won't mind a few extra days to prepare if we go check out these ruins first."

>>19212719
[ ] "We'll see about giving this a go after I check out the carrier with my dad."

Info from the carrier could also help local community, so we leave something good behind if ruins do not check out

>>19212719
[X] "We'll see about giving this a go after I check out the carrier with my dad."

>>19212719
>[ ] "We'll see about giving this a go after I check out the carrier with my dad."
The ruins aren't going anywhere, but a carrier just might.

[X] "We'll see about giving this a go after I check out the carrier with my dad."

>>19212719
I'm sure dad won't mind if we take some time off.

>>19212719
[X] "My dad had to rush things to get ready to go today, I'm sure he won't mind a few extra days to prepare if we go check out these ruins first."

ADVENTURE!!!

>>19212719
[^] "We'll see about giving this a go after I check out the carrier with my dad."

[ ] "We'll see about giving this a go after I check out the carrier with my dad."
Time to spend time with pa, and give time to our snakey sweetheart to prepare for an expedition.

"We'll see about giving this a go after I check out the carrier with my dad. These ruins aren't going anywhere, but if that carrier is still actually floating, it just might."

You thank Rick for the info and get your craft airborne again, using the VTOL capability of your bike. The town fades quickly into the distance as you put on a bit more speed than you did for the journey toward it.

"What does your dad think you're going to find on that big ship, anyways?" Karin asks, having to put her lips tantalizingly close to your ear, as she'd forgotten to bring a headset.

"Information. Says that the humans tried to cram them full of it during the event, preserve the history and knowledge of their race and all that jazz." You yell over your shoulder loud enough for her to hear over the engine noise.

Though she no-doubt would want to tag along with you, you know it would be a bad plan. You and your dad run into some pretty hairy situations that all too often turn into either a gunbattle or a sprint for your life. Sometimes both. Not the kind of situation you want to have to worry about Karin in. You'll take her along to the ruins because she found them for you and likely won't take no for an answer, but she's going to have to wait at home for this one.

Besides, you'd never hear the end of it if you brought a girl along to work. From your dad or his friends, even if they would just be giving you shit for laughs.

So you circle her house once, noticing her parents are still gone, before landing vertically next to her house. Not too close, as you don't want to rattle the windows out of their frames or shatter them altogether.

Karin slithers off of the bike, clearly having a difficult time of it. She tends to stay cooped up inside whenever she finds herself in the Echidna body, which means she's unused to using it much. You find it a bit amusing to watch her struggle to lower herself down without falling flat on her face, before finally you help her down yourself.

"You're leaving late in the day?" She inquires, and you shrug.

"Depends. Knowing dad, he could be ready to go right now. You know how he is, probably woke up at the crack of dawn and has been juicing on coffee ever since. It wouldn't be the first time he got into the air first before looking over the information from Rick."

Thankfully Karin doesn't protest about not getting to tag along, she's smart enough to have figured things out on her own. Makes it a whole lot easier on you, and you're relieved she isn't super clingy like you'd been worried about.

"Anyways, I'm going to go help him with anything left that needs doing. Take this as a chance to do a bit more research, maybe you can find something good by the time I get back, eh? Has to be something in all of those books and hard drives and whatnots." You make a show of smiling and chuckling to try to play off the fact that you are about to go and likely try to land on a carrier that may or may not even be in good enough shape to allow that. Not to mention whatever kind of stuff might reside within it.

"Well say hi for me." She smiles as you start to reach for the controls, "Oh and Erik, do be careful." Karin has raised herself up to your height using her long tail, and you wonder if she might have done that to reach things higher up than normally allowed by her short minotaurus frame.

"You know me, I'm always careful." You reach out, around the back of her head, and pull her in for a kiss. You aren't sure if your heart is racing because of that, or out of anticipation for the carrier mission, but you think you know.

"Liar." Karin says simply, before slithering back enough to allow you room to take off.

Fuck yes, Generation A quest!

don't forget the dice this time please, papa. I miss the nat 1s

It doesn't take you long to make it home, and when you arrive, you aren't overly surprised by what you find.

Sure enough, your dad has already loaded his plane with all the supplies you two might need for such an adventure. Some food, fresh water, ammunition, explosives, saw dust, a staggering amount of tools... Since this is just a recon of the ship, he packed heavy. If you find anything worth bringing home that requires more room, you'll either make a second trip or dump some of the less expensive stuff so you can fit it.

Your dad is already waiting for you by the time you land, thermos of coffee in hand like always. You can tell just by looking at him that he's wired.

"Get that info from Rick?" He asks excitedly as you enter the kitchen.

"Yeah, lot of stuff to go through. Feel like doing that now or..."

"No time! Lets get in the sky already! We can go through all that junk on the flight!" Your dad interrupts, his rampant enthusiasm completely apparent. No matter how many times you two go out on a similar excursion, he's always like this beforehand.

"Dad you are like a giddy schoolgirl, calm down or I'm flying."

"I don't care which one of us flies, lets just go! I've got everything set and in place, its going to take about six hours or so to get to location and then we have to visually locate the carrier. That could take a while so I'd rather not waste time. When I thought about it, it will be easier in daylight so we don't have to rely on the searchlights." He rattles on as he starts rushing you along back outside and toward the plane.

You slide in to the pilot seat and your dad doesn't protest, probably just glad to get going. The large PB2Y is a really damn old plane, but she's a reliable old workhorse. Slower than snot, though, even with some spruced up engines courtesy of Jimbo. It certainly isn't exciting to fly, not in the least, but you'd rather have your dad be the one reading over the boring charts and whatnot.

It doesn't take you more than a few minutes to get the big bird into the sky, her fat tail, wide wings, and quad engines providing ample lift for the wide body. Your dad already has his nose in the folder, digging through typed up reports, photographs, and blueprints.

"So I noticed you didn't come home last night..." He surprises you by talking, waggling his eyebrows when you look over.

[ ] "Got caught up with a very forceful Arachne, you know how they are. Well ok maybe you don't, so let me just say that they don't take "no" for an answer even the fifth time around."

[ ] "Ivan and I got sloshed and took on some local riff-raff at the pier. Hard to get him to stop a fight once he's got the taste of blood in his muzzle."

[ ] "Well uh... I kind of got caught up with this cow girl and was out on the town pretty late. Had to pull myself out of a tight situation this morning."

[ ] "A few local pilots threw down and I had to assert my dominance with the bike and volleyball. It got pretty close on the sand but I blew them all away at the aviators contest."

>>19213392
[X] "Well uh... I kind of got caught up with this cow girl and was out on the town pretty late. Had to pull myself out of a tight situation this morning."

[ ] "Well uh... I kind of got caught up with this cow girl and was out on the town pretty late. Had to pull myself out of a tight situation this morning."

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>>19213392
>[x ] "A few local pilots threw down and I had to assert my dominance with the bike and volleyball. It got pretty close on the sand but I blew them all away at the aviators contest."

Is there any other option?

>>19213392
[X] "A few local pilots threw down and I had to assert my dominance with the bike and volleyball. It got pretty close on the sand but I blew them all away at the aviators contest."

>>19213392
>[ ] "Well uh... I kind of got caught up with this cow girl and was out on the town pretty late. Had to pull myself out of a tight situation this morning."
Seemingly absurd truth is best.

>>19213392
[x] All

We had a serious adventure last night.

[X] "Well uh... I kind of got caught up with this cow girl and was out on the town pretty late. Had to pull myself out of a tight situation this morning."

>>19213434
Tell him them all then ask which one he thinks the truth is.

>>19213392
[x] "Well uh... I kind of got caught up with this cow girl and was out on the town pretty late. Had to pull myself out of a tight situation this morning."

>>19213392
[X] "Well uh... I kind of got caught up with this cow girl and was out on the town pretty late. Had to pull myself out of a tight situation this morning."

Let's be honest

>>19213466
Imply that everything happened.

What with romantic progress in thread 2 already, I'd think that we could ram a whole shounen arc into on evening. Enemies becoming best friends, training montage, group of ragtag heroes going against impossible odds and a epic speeches with the arch-nemesis.

"A few local pilots threw down and I had to assert my dominance with the bike and volleyball. It got pretty close on the sand but I blew them all away at the aviators contest." You start.

"Yeah that sounds like you. Too much like you. What are you hiding?"

"Then after that... Well uh... I kind of got caught up with this cow girl and was out on the town pretty late. Had to pull myself out of a tight situation this morning."

The plane is silent save the engine noise for a few moments.

"You two finally got together, eh?"

"No idea what you're talking about."

"At this point I'm just surprised it took you two this long. I don't know if you were just dense or too much of a womanizer to want to just pick one girl." Your dad chuckles as he opens up a large diagram of the carrier's below decks.

"I had my reasons." You frown. You may have been A BIT of a womanizer, but you like to think you at least showed the girls a mutually good time, for what it's worth.

"Should your mom be expecting grand-kids any time soon?"

"No. Hell no. Not if I can avoid it."

You and your dad laugh for a minute and he goes over some of the specs with you. The ship is a massive one, you hadn't realized the scale of it until he'd started explaining the layout to you. Though now that you think about it, a ship large enough to land planes on must be pretty sizable. It's going to take you a long while to cover that much ground even if you are very selective about what you want to investigate.

You adjust course slightly as you continue to climb toward the clouds overhead. You'll have to lose altitude to visually spot the carrier when you get closer, but that won't be for a long while yet.

"I figure we check out the command centers, bridge and whatnot. There are a few places that information could be stored and we'll hit those up as well. Lastly I'd like to just do a quick sweep of any cargo, see if anything of value turns up." Your dad points out a few places on the diagram.

"Think any of the planes are still in working order?"

"With the carrier on saltwater this whole time and no crew to maintain them? They probably aren't worth their weight in scrap, I'd wager they will all be corroded and rusted to beyond repairable. We don't have any way to load them up and there is no way any of them will be in flyable condition."

"Yeah I figured." You sigh. As awesome as the jetbike is, sometimes you find yourself yearning for a legit fighter craft. The military has just recently started to get a functional airforce again, real jets, not the mash-up of stuff you'd seen in the skies during the war. Shame you hadn't been a pilot back then, you'd have probably preferred it to the trenches.

"Radar contact, three low at our eleven." Your dad breaks your brief daydream. Karin and Jimbo had rigged up a decent radar setup into the old bird, and it had proved itself invaluable on more than one occasion.

Both of you scour the blue sky beyond, searching for the three radar contacts. Sure enough, a minute later, you spot them a slight ways out and coming in fast. Watching as they draw nearer and nearer.

"Friends?" You ponder out loud, until that thought is crudely interrupted as tracer fire rakes across the nose of the aircraft.

"Don't think so!" Your father shouts as a puff of smoke erupts from one of the oncoming jetbikes and streams toward you. A rocket. "Break right!"

1d20 to evade

>>19213647
LERRROOOOYYYYY JEEEEIIINNNKKKIIIIINNNNSSSSS

rolled 11 = 11

>>19213647
We're boned.

rolled 16 = 16

>>19213654
Whoops, got a bit excited there.

rolled 10 = 10

>>19213647
WE ARE THE BEST PILOTS

rolled 37 = 37

>>19213647
On this is should be good.

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>>19213660
You know; you should totally use that 16; an no other roll. Yep, sounds like a winning plan.

rolled 19 = 19

>>19213696
Oops wrong dice.

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>>19213700
LOOKS LIKE YOU BROUGHT THE RIGHT DICE THIS TIME!
IN light of that roll fuck this suggestion >>19213697

rolled 12 = 12

>Not rolling until either nat 20 or 1.
>In Papa-N quest.

Come on.

>>19213720
I forgot; does he take the first roll, the best roll, or the worst roll?

rolled 11 = 11

rollan

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rolled 3 = 3

MY BODY IS READY

rolled 12 = 12

>>19213726
Depends on the level of hue. Mostly he trolls with whatever he likes.

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>being all competent and shit with the dice

You wrestle the controls hard, putting the fat plane into a hard turn which forces you against the seat. You lose sight of the rocket as the plane turns, and you hold your breath and wait...

Thankfully, you don't hear any explosions.

"Raiders." Your dad snarls, "Always with these fucking raiders..."

[ ] "Take the helm old man, I'll get on the guns."

[ ] "Go get on our guns, I'll fly."

[ ] See if you can raise the raiders on the radio, try to talk this out.

>>19213750
Get on the guns

>>19213647

[ ] "Go get on our guns, I'll fly."

Let's show those fucks what this old bird can do.

>>19213750

[ ] GUNS GUNS GUNS

>>19213750
[X] See if you can raise the raiders on the radio, try to talk this out.

We've been astoundingly mature so far

>>19213750
[X] "Take the helm old man, I'll get on the guns."

>>19213750
[^] See if you can raise the raiders on the radio, try to talk this out.

As we're doing this.

[^] "Take the helm old man, I'll get on the guns."

>>19213750
GET YA GUNZ ON

Which is to say, of course we're taking the guns.

>captcha is a fucking picture of a street with no signs or words on it

What the fuck, captcha.

>>19213750
Get on the guns, open comms to distract them, then blow them out of the sky.

Fighting dirty can be fun.

"Take the helm, old man, I'll get on the guns." You grin devilishly. These raiders really don't know how to pick a target. Though they probably don't realize that this old plane isn't all she appears.

A point they likely realize when your father levels out, and the turrets start appearing.

"Raiders raiders, this is Crevasse. You boys want to duck out or is this thing going to get messy?" You hear your father call out over the radio as you ready the gun controls and slave the top turrets to your stick.

"Get low and drop your cargo and we'll consider letting you go." Comes the response in crackled static.

"I think they want to play rough." Your dad lets you know over the headset.

"Their mistake."

You take aim at the lead bike with the heavy M134's, all four of them. The raiders open up as they try to close the gap, coming up on your left. Unfortunately for them, getting in close just makes them an easier target.

You thumb the button and the miniguns erupt in a noise akin to four angered chainsaws, the vibration present through the controls and the deck at your feet.

Watching the tracers arc across the monitor toward the green sight reticule, you see a few rounds clip the lead bike and it bucks in protest. Though it is a twin-engine design, an older one, it can't stand up to that kind of abuse. The pilot falters for a few seconds, trying to keep the bike aloft, but to no avail. He's forced to leap off and pull his chute.

"That's one down. You sure you don't want to bow out? We won't tell anyone." Your dad mocks, and it wouldn't be the first time you had a group of raiders gratefully accept such an offer.

"Go to hell!" Comes a biting response, followed up by several rounds impacting the side of the plane. Sparks fly as the bullets tear through the thin metal and whiz through the interior of the plane. You duck out of instinct, before angrily jumping back up and returning fire.

"You assholes, I'll have to patch those holes!" You snarl as you depress the fire control yet again and again the miniguns stream lead. This time the remaining two raiders are ready for it, and deftly break aside to avoid the tracers. They're not so bold now, hanging further back at the edges of your effective range.

Probably because they have rockets and don't think you do.

A poor choice of judgement.

Flicking a few switches reveals the hidden rocket pods concealed in the top paneling of the flying boat. They are small rockets, but have a basic homing feature that relies on heat. Easily fooled by flares. If the raiders have any, at least.

1d20 for rocketry
>lets try again shall we? huehuehue

rolled 8 = 8

>>19213953

FIRE EVERYTHING

rolled 7 = 7

>>19213953
ROCKETS!

rolled 17 = 17

>>19213953

Boomtiem

rolled 17 = 17

>>19213953
We are the rocketman

rolled 7 = 7

>>19213953
Woo.

rolled 6 = 6

>>19213953
WE ARE THE BEST GUNNERS

rolled 16 = 16

>>19213953

DICE ALL THE DICE huehuehue

rolled 5 = 5

>>19213953
Well, since were already on the movie theme...

This attack shall be known as:
Deep impact.

rolled 19 = 19

>>19213953

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>>19213976

>mfw

/tg/dice demands this roll be used.

rolled 18 = 18

>>19213953
HUE.

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rolled 14 = 14

I joined this team just to kill maggots like you!

rolled 4 = 4

>>19213953
FFFFFUUUUUUUUUU-

rolled 12 = 12

>>19213953
Hm.

rolled 18 = 18

>>19213953
Fuck yes Generation A!
Almost forgot it was on tonight...

rolled 6 = 6

>>19213985
Oh god, my luck in knight quest is following me here...

rolled 3 = 3

>>19213953
KABOOM

rolled 1 = 1

>>19213953
HAI GUYZ, REMEMBER THIS?

NAT 1 INCOMING

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>Look at how sad and angry you've made the mermaid, /tg/. Do you like hurting her feelings with your good rolling? Do you?

With a "heh", you hit the flashing red button.

With a sound somewhat akin to that of hundreds of angered hornet girls (a sound no man can forget), the rockets explode outward on plumes of smoke. You watch on the monitor, tracking the rockets as they track their prey.

The raiders, for their part, do a decent enough job evading. They must be more well off than some of the others you've seen, because they do deploy countermeasures. Unfortunately for them, not enough to fool all of the rockets.

A point they must have realized, as both of them leap from their bikes as the rockets close in for the kill. Mere seconds later, the jetbikes are consumed in a flurry of small explosions. You see black pieces go flying off, but notice both raiders appear to be alive, though likely thoroughly infuriated and embarrassed. They did just get beat by a ~100 year old PB2Y. Albeit one with a few "upgrades".

"Nothing like a little excitement to round out the morning eh?" Your dad slaps you on the back as you flop down back in your seat and shake your head.

"They just never learn. Why do they never learn? That's like, the fifth or sixth group we've done that to."

"They wouldn't be raiders if they were smart. Coffee?" He extends the full thermos cap in your direction even as he swings the plane back onto its original course.

"No. Also, how much of that is left? It was full when we took off...." You raise an eyebrow.

"Last cup, that's why I offered." He shrugs before picking up the manilla folder full of Rick's info again.

>>19214111

Ahaha. Love you moot.

Noko now reveals dice roll.

>>19214111
You didn't even do it right.

>Look at how sad and angry you've made the mermaid, /tg/. Do you like hurting her feelings with your good rolling? Do you?
Yes, frustration is good for the soul. Or so I am told.

>>19214120

>we bully you becuz we tsundere for you

>>19214120
>Look at how sad and angry you've made the mermaid, /tg/. Do you like hurting her feelings with your good rolling? Do you?

Yes, because goddamn that's cute.

rolled 18 = 18

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dDfs1ZZ2JTE&feature=related
Almost forgot about this song.

rolled 20 = 20

>>19214120
>n-mooo~!
I woke up as sadist this morning.

>>19214120
Mermaid anger?
Music to my ears.

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You lean back in the comfortable leather seat and sigh as you come back down from the combat high. With any luck, there won't be any more interruptions and you'll just have a long and boring flight. As boring as a flight set out to discover an old carrier you plan to pillage can be, anyways. Looking down at the cool blue waters so far down, you wonder what might lurk below it.

Quickly your thoughts begin to jumble up, thinking about potential jetbike upgrades you might be able to afford if you can find something worth some cash on this trip. Thinking about Karin and just what happened last night and how it is going to significantly change how you spend your nights. Anything to put the thoughts of the Ice-core at bay, though they lurk at the fringes of your mind no matter what you do.

Your dad goes on and on about the history of the US navy and the impact that the carriers made. Stuff about force projection and old politics you don't really understand because you weren't alive at the time and things have changed so much since. You'd wish you'd taken him up on the offer of coffee, it would at least keep you awake.

[ ] Talk with dad
>about what?

[ ] Go to sleep and have him wake you up when you get closer

>Goldsmith an order of H

>>19214120
>Good. Sayaka is a bitch, and her witch form was retarded. Fucking mermaid/knight/maestro thing.

Also: Never discount the PBY family. Great birds when they're not being crotchety old bastards.

[ ] Talk with dad

About: Karin. I think some relationship advice wouldn't be a bad thing. Also, the Frost Ruins.

>>19214219
>[ ] Talk with dad
About those ruins...

>>19214219
Let's talk with our father.

>>19214219
[X] Talk with dad about the world before, and how it got this way

>>19214219
[^] Talk with dad

Frosty Ruins.

>>19214233
Mami is best girl

Talk to dad about iglu ruins.

>>19214219
Ask 'pa about how to go about lovin' a woman proper.

>>19214219
[X] Talk with dad about the highway to the danger zone

>cattle gseents
Those too.

"So do you know anything about the Frosts as a race? Karin stumbled upon some information about old Frost ruins, most of them are in the Deadlands, but she found one that wasn't. Though it is in gorilla territory..."

"Our race, huh? I probably don't know a whole lot beyond what you do, to be honest. Lets see... I'm sure you know that we were the lords of the northern most climbs, dominion over the highest latitudes. I've read a bit of the history that scholars have been able to piece together, though it isn't much or very detailed. From what I can tell, though, races in the other world didn't mix. Monsters stayed with the same kind of monster. You know that changed after the event, but none of us know why." Your dad scratches his head in thought.

"How about the ruins? Anything they left behind?"

"Well I've seen a few examples of artifacts, before the war started. You were pretty young at the time so you probably don't remember. Seems we had a fascination with axes and our own language and form of writing. I've seen stones carved up and down with the runes. Some say they tell stories, but I've never heard of anyone actually able to read them. As far as the ruins are concerned, I can't help you much there. Though if you're going into gorilla territory, you'd better be damn cautious."

"Yeah." You nod and glance over the gauges out of habit.

"Now in the old world, information was easy to get. Hell you could just go on this thing called the internet and look up pretty much anything. Damn I miss that... Anyways, if you're really interested, you should try asking around some of the larger cities. I'm sure there has to be someone somewhere who might know more. Though you might be better off not wasting the time and just going for it." Your dad shrugs as he inches the throttle forward slightly to gain a bit more altitude.

"Do you remember when it happened?" You leave the question hanging in the air.

"I'll never forget it until the moment I die. I've told you the story before. The sky turned red, like fire. The wind... I've never experienced anything like that wind. Would blow you right over if you stepped outside. Blew houses over. Then we saw it, above us, that other world. Clear and unreal and no one understood what was happening. It just started to... Meld, I suppose, with our world. Land shifted around, billions died in the floods and earthquakes and fires. And then, before it was all over, we changed." He shrugs, "And in the first time in a long time, the world was quiet."

You listen half-intently to the dramatic story, one you've heard from anyone old enough to remember it. You were glad to have been born afterwards.

"Well now, enough of such a heavy subject. How did you finally wind up with Karin? She finally just have to tie you down and force it out of you?"

"Nah she knows I would have enjoyed that too much. I guess it just kind of... Happened? Hard to explain." You fiddle with the seat-belt as you talk, not exactly the kind of stuff you usually talk about with your dad.

"I'm going to just say one thing and I'll drop it. You're an idiot if you fritter away the relationship."

Neither of you talk much more for the rest of the flight, save for speculation about what you might find upon arrival. At long last you make it into the area that the carrier was last purported, both of you eagerly scanning the water below through binoculars. You spot it first.

"That is a big fucking boat..."

"Where? Aha! Jackpot!"

>>19214493

>"That is a big fucking boat..."

They are SHIPS, boy

>>19214493
>peculation about what you might find upon arrival
Come on panacea and Twinkies!

The carrier, what remains of it, looks like one would expect a metal ship adrift on the salt water would look like after so long without maintainence. The color would best be described as "rust", the once magnificent bridge now dilapidated by broken antenna and shattered windows. You keep watching it through the binoculars as your dad readies some rope.

Carefully, so damn carefully, the two of you maneuver the flying boat close enough to the carrier to be able to tie off to it. Rungs alongside the vessel providing opportunity to do so, though it takes a few attempts at finding them solid enough to hold. Finally the two of you have several ropes fashioned and the plane secure alongside the carrier.

Now it is just a matter of getting on-board.

"You remembered the sawdust, right?"

"Of course I remembered the sawdust. Who do you take me for?" Your dad frowns as he walks past you and toward the rear of the craft. You know he remembered it, you just like to screw with him.

Sawdust might seem a strange thing to bring all the way out to a derelict naval carrier, most folk would be unable to discern its purpose. The first time you'd gone out with your dad on one of his adventures, you hadn't understood it either.

Now though, you wouldn't leave home for anywhere dangerous without some.

Pykrete, as your dad calls it, is insanely tough stuff. You can, given enough water, encase your body in a hard layer of ice in a suit of makeshift armor. The sawdust mixture makes it almost bulletproof. Cheap insurance for when you're headed into the unknown. You use some ocean water, the sawdust, and a bit of your "magic" to form up your armor. Not exactly a stunningly aesthetic set, but functional.

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>>19214594

>Pykrete

....holy shit. thats an amazing use of racial abilities.

>>19214594
Pykrete... gawd damn. forgot that stuff. Papa you really thought this stuff out.

>>19214594
Pykrete! Fuck yeah!

Your dad has already done the same, his token 10" barreled AR15 resting against the assault vest he's fitted over his armor. His gun is a bit of a custom job by Jimbo, rigged up to function with a single arm (and a lot of training on your dad's part) and loaded with 60rd magazines so he doesn't have to reload quite as often. Large, ambidextrous controls and a well fashioned sling help him to still be alarmingly skilled with the short rifle.

You slip on your own mag carrier which carries substantially fewer rounds, being .308 instead of 5.56x45. You've always been partial to the larger caliber, it served you well in the war. The G3 in your hands being the same one you'd had later in your service. A bit battered and worn on the outside, scratches on its black polymer furniture and dings in its finish, it nonetheless is as accurate and reliable as the day you'd gotten it. Certainly a vast improvement over the SKS that had been thrust in your hands at the start of your service, which had almost no rifling left.

"Still carrying that boat anchor around with you?" He smirks.

"Better than your pea shooter. Lets do this."

Stepping off the plane and onto the rungs of the ship, both of you start to climb. The side of the carrier extends high up, insanely high. It takes you several long minutes to climb it, you faring better than your father, as you're in substantially better shape and he's limited to a single arm. Actually you guess he's doing quite well given that kind of handicap.

Finally both of you step onto the (still solid) flight deck of the massive carrier, and take a few moments to catch your breath.

"Always a ladder, never an elevator..." Your dad gripes as he looks around the top of the ship. Absent are any signs of aircraft. Either they all flew off still functional, or the sea and waves have claimed those unfortunate enough to have been resting on top.

Dropping to a crouch, both of you look over the layout that your dad rests down on the deck, before both of you gaze nervously at the dark sky in the distance.

"I don't want to get caught in that storm if we can help it, could easily slam the plane against the hull of this thing and leave us stranded and shit out of luck. So we might want to think about making this fast. If we split up we can cover more ground, and we still have the radios to stay in contact. Not sure how great they will work inside through all of that metal, though..."

[ ] Take the suspected information terminal areas

[ ] Take the cargo areas

[ ] Protest against splitting up

>>19214766
>>19214697
>>19214629
>funny enough, Pykrete was one of the reasons I went with this race combo after making some myself and seeing firsthand how tough the shit is

[ ] Take the cargo areas

We can recognize valuable cargo. Info, though? Dad'd know best about what's valuable there.

>[ ] Take the cargo areas
If there's any unfriendlies, it's gonna be there. Better that we take that risk ourself, since we have two working arms still.

>>19214787
[x] Protest against splitting up.

>>19214787
[^] Protest against splitting up

As much as i would love to get all the loot. I don't think that's best of plans. No real info on whats on the ship. Nothing like having Cthulhus minions running around and being by yourself.

>>19214787
Info terminals.

>>19214787
A token protest, then go for the cargo

>>19214787

Don't split up the party!

If shit goes wrong, gonna be hard to extract the wounded party intime before the storm hits.

>>19214787
[x] Take the cargo areas
Those are down, right? harder for those with one hand to access easily. Not that he'd have much issue with that.

>>19214787

This thing has withstood years on the sea. It'll survive a storm.

[ ] protest against splitting up

We can alway make another trip. And there has to be someway of marking its location

[X] Check the cargo. Storm's coming and dad's been around long enough to have used the internet so it's likely he'd fare better with the computers. We also have a big ol' gun. I think we should be okay.

>>19214888
It's not the ship he's worried about. It's the ride home. One good wave to send the plane into the side of the ship and bye bye ride.

>>19214913

samething, we can always come back.

>>19214937

Yes, but every day is precious, man. We have less than a month to live now. We need to do things right... but we gotta do things fast, too.

>>19214888
Were both trained soldiers, we can hold our own shit.


What's the procedure on finding survivors? Bring them to the government or something? It's been a long time but there are bound to be some in hiding, not knowing the new world.

>>19214968

And making sure dad doesn't die is probably more important to the MC.

>>19214983

And usual military procedure is send two instead of one. Be it teams or whatever. Buddy system exist for a reason. Going alone is for amateurs or desperate situations.

"We don't have many options, so I'll take the cargo areas and search for anything of value. You see about getting any info that you can." You stand up and your dad follows, tucking the plans back inside his vest before handing you a copy.

"Right. We'll meet back here in no more than forty five minutes. Should give us enough time to check what we need to and get out before the storm hits. If you find anything you can carry easily, snag it. If not, we'll put a beacon down and mark the location and come back for the good stuff a different day."

"Fair enough. Try checking in on the radios every five minutes, we'll see how they work in this iron jungle." You head off in the direction down, while your dad goes toward the bridge to check the most likely information storage areas.

You push yourself into a hard jog, something you're used to from your military days, and today you're only carrying a fraction of the kind of weight you'd had to during the war. It makes the going fast, and pretty soon you're headed down a flight of stairs into the interior of the ship.

Once the light fades, you're forced to secure a set of night vision goggles and activate the infrared illuminator. You know enough to know how badly a flashlight gives away your position, so you tend to avoid them when able. The goggles are generation three, at least. Picked from a nicely hidden underground bunker that had housed missiles in the past. They do a good job of making everything visible while keeping you relatively safe in the darkness.

"Check... Check...?" You hear over your headset.

"Five by five. How are things on your end? I haven't reached the cargo areas yet." You thumb the mic at your throat.

"First location didn't pan out so I'm headed to the second. Lots of debris in the way so I've had to come up with a few detours. Stay frosty."

Glad that the radios at least function right now, you press on with renewed vigor. Deeper and deeper into the ship, making sure to pause at every corner to take a good long look. So far you've yet to stumble into any kind of situation, you'd like to keep it that way.

After checking the ship plans again, you figure out the right way to go, and cut down a hallway after descending a few more flights. The hall is pretty narrow, hatches leading off on both sides. Your military training is screaming at you for being in such a situation, the potential for anything to pop out and waste you from one of those open hatches all too real. Thankfully this ship has been out here for more than twenty years. Anything that might have been on it is surely dead by this point.

Right?

the hue, I can smell it

>>19215087
It is never right

>>19215087
Look up?

>>19215087
>inb4 Raahlman
Or however you spell that infernal vore fish god thing.

>>19215087

Be paranoid.

Should have brought a shotgun or a bullpup.

I'm trying to imagine using a G3 effectively in all that cramped space and its not looking good.

>>19215087
>Thankfully this ship has been out here for more than twenty years. Anything that might have been on it is surely dead by this point.
>Anything that might have been on it is surely dead by this point.

Oh boy, let's hope something hasn't decided to nest in here.

>Dead
>Nest here
OH SHIT SKELECOPTERS!

>>19215158

I'm betting some sort of sahaugin-like group of feral monstergirls are that going to try to rape us to to death.

>>19215151
Hora Hora

>>19215087
GENESTEALERS

OH GOD IT'S A SPACE HULK EXCEPT IN THE OCEAN

GENESTEAAALLLERRRRSSS

Finally you reach the cargo areas, in the real bowels of the ship. The silence inside is deafening, only broken when you check in on the radio. Though you've finally reached a depth that all you get is some crackling static in response. Still means he's activated his radio, at least.

You walk through rows upon rows of wooden crates, many tipped over and split open. All manner of supplies in a plethora of different packaging. So far, nothing of value. You do snag a few MRE rations that you find, stuffing them into the bag on your back. Even if you don't find anything of value you can carry out, you at least won't be hungry on the ride home.

More interesting than the food are the stashes of electronics and such, the armory you find still full of weapons in almost pristine order... But what catches your eye the most is the aircraft armament storage.

Racks of missiles, row upon row of bombs. They would be easy to get out if the lift still worked, but this poor old ship hasn't seen power in at least over a decade. Though with the right knowledge maybe you could get the reactors back online and at least unload the ship of anything valuable. There's no way it would be able to run under power even if the reactors could be coaxed back from the dead.

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>>19215230
BROTHER MARINES

YOU WILL HAVE 1 SPACE MARINE

YOUR WEAPONS HAVE BEEN CHOSEN BT PAPA-N

YOU ARE TO SECURE THIS SERVER

ENEMY SORCERY HAS SCRAMBLED OUR SENSORS

>>19215250
GUNS JAMMED

You rifle through one of the MREs and dig out the pre-event candy you're so fond of whenever you can find some in edible condition. Stuffing a handful in your mouth as you continue to walk on, eagerly looking out over the goodies. The military would pay huge for this kind of hardware, more than enough to cover the expenses of even chartering a large ship and extra workers to get it all out. You nearly salivate at the thought of what you could buy with that kind of payout, certainly the largest one yet. Must be due to the location, not exactly easy for run-of-the-mill raiders and looters to get to.

Unfortunately there doesn't seem to be much you can carry out. Maybe a few guns, but the value on those isn't astoundingly high. There are still plenty of them to go around.

"Eri*******u there?" Comes a sudden burst from your headset.

"Yeah dad but you're breaking up pretty heavily. Lots of good shit down here, but we're going to need a big boat with a big crane to get any of the really good shit out. How are things on your end." You relay excitedly.

"List****are**ratches on the walls****get out!"

You see movement just past the distance illuminated by your IR light.

[ ] Panic

[ ] Double panic

[ ] Stay frosty

>>19215268
We need to chill out

>>19215268
[X] Stay frosty

Stay Frosty and GTFO at all available speed.

>>19215268

[ ] Stay frosty

WE ARE ICEMAN. WE ARE FROSTIEST MOTHERFUCKER.

>>19215268
>STAY FROSTY
>FROSTY

>>19215268
>[ ] Stay frosty

USE ALL AP TO MOVE AWAY FROM INTERSECTIONS, USE LAST 2 FOR OVERWATCH

>>19215268
Stay frosty.

>>19215268

Wheres the armoury?

GRAB GRENADES

>>19215250
>YOU WILL HAVE 1 SPACE MARINE
>ENEMY SORCERY HAS SCRAMBLED OUR SENSORS
ALL IS LOST, AT LEAST TELL ME YOU KNOW THE ENTRY POINTS.

>>19215293
YOU BOLTER JAMMED

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>>19211609
>>mfw always late for a papa quest
goddamnit I need to stop taking so many damn long naps

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>>19215313
ENTRY POINTS ARE LOCATED HERE

EXPECT ENEMY CONTACTS FROM HERE ON

THE EMPORER PROTECTS

>>19215268
[ ] Stay frosty
We're ice ice baby!

>>19215268
>Not saving the candy for Karin
What kind of gentleman are we? also,
[x] Stay Frosty

>>19215383
the kind about to be ripped apart by genestealers

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Potential enemies sighted?
>Stay frosty.
>Keep cool.
>Ice anything uglier than those gargoyles we chill with.

Good thing we packed big bullets. Just make each shot count.

Despite alarms and klaxons and screaming in your head, you quell your natural instinct to flip out and try to curb the adrenaline rush. You don't need that right now, you need to be able to think. Thinking keeps you alive.

Instead of freaking out, man, you push forward slowly. You need to see what it is you're dealing with here. If you're actually dealing with anything here.

More movement just outside your focus, something man sized.

A hatch to your left starts to creek, long and loud in the otherwise silent chamber. The only noise aside from your own heartbeat thundering in your ears.

Slowly you turn toward the source of the noise, the culprit fully visible in the green definition of your goggles.

Oh, catgirls. Cute fluffy tailed catgirls in plaid schoolgirl outfits with wide delicious hips and sizable breasts.

"Nyaa!" They exclaim with pretty, fanged smiles and that cute generic wrist-bent pose.

What a relief.

Wait, it's never catgirls.

>>19215268
[^] Stay frosty

Also I think we should head back to the armory and get a shoty. Fuck your CQC.

>>19215268
[x] stay frosty
Panic never helps.

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>>19215432
>Catgirls
>on a ship that hasnt touched land in years

CLEANSE AND PURGE

>>19215432

....

OHGOD I THINK I KNOW WHAT THIS IS.

KILL IT

KILLLLITTT

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>>19215432
>Admiral Ackbar.gif
>Light them up!

Seriously. The words "-ratches" and "on the walls" are never good.

Nothing on the walls is good. Nothing. Even worse if it's /IN/ the walls.

>>19215432
Yep. Stay frosty, keep calm, and carry on.

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>>19215373
NOPE

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>>19215432

>wide delicious hips

Argh.

Who has that image of that monster that masquerades as a japanese school girl?

A zombie stares you in the face with sunken, pale green eyes. What remains of its body is a dried out husk, cracked flesh clinging to bleached white bone, barely covered in scraps of a tattered uniform you discern might have once belonged to a sailor on this ship. Half of its lower jaw is missing entirely, displaying rows of chipped, yellow teeth. It hangs still for a moment, before opening slowly to let out a quiet moan, chips of flesh falling off of the corners of it's mouth. One of the zombie's arm extends out toward you with hungry desire.

Why can't it ever be catgirls?

You raise the rifle and the gunshot echoes loudly through the enclosed chamber, painful to your ears even through the protection offered by the headset. The muzzle flash illuminating the walls slightly despite the flash hider, and allowing you to see more hollow gazes staring right at you like the tasty meat you are.

Dozens, more than you can count. Low moans already beginning to echo across the metal walls, more hatches creaking open all around you.

You level the dot of the T-1 again and squeeze the trigger, another muzzle flash, revealing even more desperately extended arms of flesh with the color and consistency of beef jerky.

Time to go.

Or it would be, if the way you'd come in wasn't now blocked by a horde of flesh hungry abominations.

[ ] Try to fight your way back up through them

[ ] Cut down the hallway marked "Reactor room 1", you know there is another way out from there

[ ] Try the hallway leading to the hangers, there might be a way out from there

>>19215526
[X] Try the hallway leading to the hangers, there might be a way out from there

[x] Try the hallway leading to the hangers, there might be a way out from there

And then we jump and float away on our personal mini ice berg

>>19215526

Hanger.

Theres always lots of openings there and we can always dive into the sea.

>>19215432
THEY'RE CHANGELINGS!! KILL IT WITH FORE AND THROW IT OUT THE AIRLOCK!!

>>19215526
Hangers.

>>19215526
[ ] Cut down the hallway marked "Reactor room 1", you know there is another way out from there

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[ ] Cut down the hallway marked "Reactor room 1", you know there is another way out from there

Let's conserve our ammo, zombies are slow. In other words, lets Resident Evil this shit

>>19215526
Reactor room. Let's go for the known exit.

>>19215600
Thank you for making me Nostalgia HARD...

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>>19215525
This?

>>19215526
Hangars

>>19215526
>[ ] Cut down the hallway marked "Reactor room 1", you know there is another way out from there
Known exit is best exit

>>19215526
Hangar. The reactor room is a trap.

[X] Hanger. There's no aircraft on the ship (we think) so it's probably the best place to at least have space away from the undead. Granted, our shaved wood ice armor can withstand the bite of teef, but we need an area to me mobile.

The reactor room is clearly a trap and clearly full of Radioactive Super Zombies.

>>19215432
NOOOOOOPE

PURGE PURGE PURGE

BY FIRE BE CLEANSED. GET WHAT WE CAME FROM THEN SEND THIS SHIP TO THE ABYSS.

>[ ] Cut down the hallway marked "Reactor room 1", you know there is another way out from there
It's not a trap, the hangar is a trap.
It's a double bluff.

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>>19215646
But of course, the older RE games were the best

Quickly as you can, you dash toward the way toward the hangars. Even if there isn't a direct route out from there, it should be a lot wider, more open, give you time and space to think.

"Zombies, dad, fucking zombies!" You key the mic, "Why is it never catgirls?"

"They****here too*********plane*****..." Crackles back the static filled response.

The only good thing about zombies is that they are slow, slow and stupid as monsters come. This makes it easy to shove some of them out of your way as you continue to run. Unlike the movies, they don't turn you into one of them when they bite you, no no.

They just pin you down and eat you alive, every bit of you.

You manage to make it into the hangar finally, and slam the hatch behind you shut with as much force as you can muster. Unfortunately, it is too rusted to latch. Instead, you drag a large and heavy crate of something in front of the door and pray that it holds for at least a few moments, until the zombies achieve enough mass behind each other to force it open.

The hangar is equally dark as the last room, and much larger in scale. Planes are scattered about in varying states of disarray, none appearing the least bit operational.

Thankfully you spot what appear to be stairs leading upwards, stairs devoid of any undead presence. Though there appears to be some large puddle resting in front of them. You aren't sure what, but given that this is a hangar, probably some kind of oil or something.

There is another hallway at the far end of the hangar, but it lacks any markings as to what it leads to. You didn't see the diagram long enough to know and you don't have the time to find your current location and check.

You could maybe fashion some kind of flamethrower and try to burn your way back the way you came, if you could even get one working in time. If it would even be enough to clear out the zombies, you've no idea how many there are in there now, possibly hundreds.

[ ] Run to the stairs

[ ] Run to the unknown hallway

[ ] Try to fight your way back to the original set of stairs

>>19215805
Get to the stairs, leave a firestorm behind.

>>19215805
[ ] Run to the stairs

up the stairs

>[ ] Run to the unknown hallway
Take a leap of faith

>>19215805
Hahaha, a puddle in front of the stairs. It's totally going to be oil. Freeze the puddle then take the stairs.

>>19215832
That's totally a better idea. Run to the stairs and freeze the puddle on the way there.

>>19215805
Unknown hallway, those always are plot hooks of amazing. Stairs are death traps.

>>19215805
Walk up the stairs, flick a match at the oil as we go.

We cleanse this place with holy promethium

>>19215805
Why can't we just freeze those undead?
Try these new stairs.

>>19215805
I'll bite.

[^] Run to the unknown hallway

>[ ] Run to the unknown hallway
SMELLS LIKE ADVENTURE!

[x] Run to the unknown hallway
I've been wanting some HUEHUEHUE

>>19215805
[X] Run to the unknown hallway

ADVENTURE!

Make note to bring some water next time

We waterbender now.

>>19215904
We have a gun. We don't need to dick around with ice spikes or whatever

>>19215919

Not for the shooting stuff.

But things like reinforcing that door we just left.

>>19215805
What the hell, let's try the
[x]unknown hallway

Thumping of the undead at the hatch, which is slowly being forced open, forces your hand into action. Without much time to think, you dash over toward the staircase leading up and out.

As a precaution, you reach out and attempt to freeze the puddle before you get there. It appears to be working somewhat, so there must be at least some water present in whatever it is. Good enough for you.

Your feet splash through the half-frozen liquid as you near the stairs, feeling a bit elated that you'll be able to get to the surface and than on the plane so you can nope the fuck out of here. You hope your dad hasn't had as hard of a time as you have. Though knowing him, he's probably already waiting for you, hopefully with the plane started.

Something grabs your foot and you almost trip over yourself, but manage not to faceplant. Your other foot becoming lodged as you stop, stuck in the liquid.

You look down and notice that the half-frozen liquid has formed into some kind of blob around your ankle, and despite how hard you struggle, you find yourself unable to wrench yourself free. The rest of the puddle seems to be solidifying before your very eyes, coming together around you.

You notice a pale green orb in the mix as it continues to solidify, the orb gravitating toward the center of whatever the hell it is you're looking at.

A pair of red eyes rise up to stare you in the face and a sloppy mouth begins to form on the blob beneath those eyes. Those cold, dead eyes. The mouth churns as slimy hands start reaching for you.

"Why.Can't.It.Ever.Be.Catgirls?!?!"

[ ] Are ya ready guys? Put ya guns on!

[ ] Will it freeze?

[ ] I'm twelve and wat is this?

>>19216044
>[ ] Are ya ready guys? Put ya guns on!
LEEETS PARTY

>>19216044
Freeze the slime

Then shoot it

[ ] I'm twelve and wat is this?

I've read enough tentacle yaoi to know where this is going~

seirously though

[ ] will it freeze? Let's find out!

>>19216044
FREEZE, SUCKERS

Both parts of that statement may be more literal than they initially appear.

>>19216044
[X] Will it freeze?

Freeze the bit that are grabbing us then shoot them into little bits.