The elevator doors opened, revealing what would appear to be the engineering deck. The remaining [Templars] moved forward, weapons at the ready. Compared the deck the came from, the engineering deck was more open, lacking corridors or walls. Instead, there were wide lanes in between arrays of machinery, electronics, and reserve power batteries forming a maze of half walls. Vallkraan called the squad to a halt. A door faced them at the end of the lane, and Vallkraan gestured his squadron forward. [Templar] Bzon was the first to step in the puddle of liquid. Despite wearing thick [boots] with high traction soles, the warrior still managed to slip and fall. As the third squadmate, [Templar] Fyinvish, helped Bzon up, Vallkraan gingerly scooped up a sample of the liquid on the floor. It wasn’t really a fluid, he found, more like some sort of ooze or slime. {Disgusting!} Vallkraan strobed, flapping his manipulator in horror, {is this [mobility slime]?}

The other two [Templars] scurried clear of the puddle of slime, flashing similar lights of disgust. {Someone must’ve had quite the party,} flashed [Templar] Bzon, rubbing himself down {to secrete that much slime.}

{Debauched deviants. Perhaps they have aligned themselves with the Humans to satiate their sick fetishes.} responded Vallkraan, ignoring the slight shudder of pleasure the thought gave him. He rather hoped that his compatriots didn’t notice it.

At that point a [voice] came on over the brightflashers, {If you guys think that’s bad, then you haven’t seen the Captain after a bottle of Klagrachtian Scotch.} With a hiss, the door at the end of the lane opened.

A tsunami of [mobility slime] rushed out of the door and smashed into the [Templars], knocking them prone and spreading out across the engineering deck in a wave. All three [Templars] struggled to get back up, even Vallkraan with his wide tail. However, the [mobility slime] allowed no traction, and the fact that both their [boots] and the floor were coated with it made standing a near impossibility for the stricken [Templars]. After three or so [minutes] of complete failure to erect himself, Vallkraan [saw] flashes of laughter. He twisted his sonar stalks upward to echo three figures moving towards his squadron, bearing an assortment of weapons. {It seems our intrepid Captain does have his uses.} flashed one of the figures, a gizmat by the looks of him, {Good thing we’re headed out of Union space, because I think this violates multiple [health and safety] codes.}

Also, just a quick aside:

I was wandering around /tg/ today and I saw one of you anons mention Blind Aliens in some quest thread. It gave me a massive erection. So... good work I guess?

{Most assuredly. Although, I was hoping Syensuush would have directed the intruders to a less… organic… trap.}

{Why did they have to come here?} a tremendously fat gizmat flashed petulantly {there is no honor is defeating a prone foe! What will the poets say, that I shot up my enemies after covering them in my own goo?}

{Consider this angle,} replied whoever was [manning] the brightflasher {You’re more of a clever trickster who overcame insurmountable odds and defeated mightier foes than anyone would have believed possible.}

{I appreciate the thought, friend Syensuush,} flashed the fat gizmat, {But that strikes me more as something the protagonist of a comedy might do, or at best my impish [sidekick]. And to be fair Kw’mil, you put on quite a poor show of an impish [sidekick].}

[Templar] Vallkraan could not believe what he was seeing. These fools hardly seemed the type to cause the Creator’s Cult so much trouble, let alone commune with the nefarious Humans. Beside him, [Templar] Bzon had just finished pulling his pulse rifle out from underneath his torso. Bzon jerked his weapon up and strobed {You and your [Devil]-ship shall burn, heathens!}

The klagracht depressed the firing trigger, sending [blinding] bursts of sonic energy towards the infidels. Unimpeded by the [mobility slime] the three infidels dodged his shots, sliding into cover. [Templar] Bzon, emboldened by his moderate success attempted to stand. Alas, such was not the Creator’s will, the [Templar] collapsed almost immediately, his pulse rifle slipping from his tendrils and spinning away across the lubricated floor. A gizmat’s tail landed on the weapon, halting its forward trajectory. The obese gizmat slithered out from behind cover, and began moving up towards [Templar] Bzon. Bzon raised his head off of the ground and stared at the nearing gizmat, trying, even from a lower vantage point, to project an air of menace. {Do what you will idolater, none can hinder the Creator’s will for lo-}

A burst of plasma obliterated much of Bzon’s upper body. Although he could not be sure, the burst [sounded] suspiciously like a command to {[Copulate] with your own sonar stalks}. The gizmat turned towards the other two stricken [Templars]. {You may insult my honor.} He flashed as he discharged another bolt of energy into [Templar] Fyinvish’s leg.

{You may disparage the breeding of my crew.} the gizmat flashed as he discharged another plasma bolt into [Templar] Fynivish. {You may even have Syensuush disemboweled with a [wooden spoon] and then left alone with four fragmars in heat before being drawn and quartered by them.} Fynvish’s head vaporized as plasma burned through his helmet. The fat gizmat turned to Vallkraan and began to glide over to him.

{Raggarrz, can I file a hostile work environment claim?} flashed the brightspeaker.

{But I am this void-ship’s Captain. And you may never. Not in a hundred thousand [years]. Threaten the Sly Jiggle in my presence.}

As [Templar] Vallkraan lay on the floor of a strange void-ship, dying from the massive crater in his [head/torso] he thought (That blast definitely flashed me to [copulate] with my own sonar stalks. How l-lewd…). The [Templar] shuddered with pleasure one final time before expiring.

Hey yo anons, can ya'll flash at me if yer here, or is it just me samefagging it up ITT?

>>27440556
Here and interested. You've just made a long boring [portion of time dedicated to working long after most of the speaker's social group has gone to bed] shift a lot more interesting.

>>27440801
Glad to [hear] it!

Kw’mil walked up to put a claw on her Captain’s [shoulder]. Before she could, she slipped over and fell into the [mobility slime]. The Captain turned around, and echoed down at her. {Why Kw’mil, this is quite unlike you! Lying down on the job like a hibernating fragmar. For shame.}

After lifting his Executive Assistant out of the lake of slime, Raggarrz activated his photofos and blared across the void-ship {Alright my [Heart analogue-ies]! Prepare the fuel tubes! It seems the Creator has blessed us with a free re-fuel before we head into Syinvish! Make fast work of it you space-[dogs], I hope I don’t need to remind you the important quest we’re on, because quite frankly, I’ve forgotten!}

>>27440556
Keep going!

The Sly Jiggle quickly drained the [Templar] void-ship’s helium 3 tanks, before recovering and reattaching the Electro-Magnetic Field Mass Driver to the Sly Jiggle. The weapon’s batteries had not been totally drained when it fired, retaining approximately 30% of their original massive charge. Jyoshsih stalked across the auditory nervously, swirling a tumbler of fortified baril wine. Syensuush knew what was bothering his serious anchor and flashed {Come now dearest one, I somehow doubt that there are pirates waiting for us in Syinvish.}

{I know it contradicts all of the official histories, but I cannot help but worry.}

{What, you’ll take the flashes of some slimy, rotund, foppish gizmat who probably has a rap sheet longer than the history texts documenting the fall of the Corsair Clans?}

Jyoshish could not help but twinkle at the idea of such an extensive criminal record. {Knowing the Captain, he’d probably claim it is too.}

Syensuush gestured for her to sit, {He probably would dearest one. Remember that Korok’x medal he had? Something about saving a queen and being made an honorary member of their race?}

{Oh yes!} Jyoshish twinkled, {and she wanted to make him her lover! Such a ridiculous idea.}

{You see?} replied Syensuush, flashing soothingly {And to think you actually believed him when got all serious and started flashing about pirates.}

Jyoshish nodded and the brightflashers came on {All hands, prepare for warp.}

The Censor warped into system, and [Templar] Cylion was not thrilled by what his sensors were reading. Instead of three void-ships, or more likely two void-ships and one floating ball of slag, considering how [Templar] Vallkraan operated, all the Censor could detect was Vallkraan’s void-ship, drifting as though it had lost power. [Templar] Cylion sat on his command [throne] and ordered {Bring us within communications range of the Righteous Smite. I want to find out what by the Creator’s mercy happened here.}

The Censor accelerated towards its stricken sister. Before [Templar] Cylion had time to order the comm channel open, his communications officer reported that the Righteous Smite was broadcasting an [SOS] on all frequencies. {Well, that will hardly do our reputation any good,} blinked Cylion to himself. {Bring whoever is at command on the main vibrascreen. I will not be denied answers.}

The vibrascreen reverberated static for a brief second before coalescing into a jarred echoing klagracht. {Salutations [Templar] Cylion!} the Klagracht [squeaked], the vibrascreen automatically bringing its [shrill] flashes to a more visible spectrum, {I have most direr news to report!}

>>27442041
Most direr?
Wait, my spellcheck isn't flagging that. That's an actual word? What?

>>27442178
probably is, but that's a typo to the max

{I assumed as much. Where is [Templar] Vallkraan? He should be reporting to me, not one of his underlings. And even more importantly, where did [Templar-Commander] Fyasill get off to? Is he in pursuit?}

{No, honorable [Templar],} answered the klagracht {most righteous [Templar-Commander] Fyasill was lost when the infidels of the Sly Jiggle unleashed an infernal mechanism of Human design against his void-ship. His entire craft… boiled away…}

[Templar] Cylion involuntarily recoiled in shock. {Boiled away?} he asked, dreading the answer.

{Aye, boiled away.} confirmed the klagracht grimly. {Here are his coordinates prior to vaporization, honored [Templar].}

{Sensors indicate a cloud of titanium gas,} reported a gizmati officer, {Mass would be consistent with [Templar-Commander] Fyasill’s void-ship.}

It took a moment for Cylion to regain his composure sufficiently to flash once more, {Well then. [Templar-Commander] Fyasill is with the Creator now. Apparently [Templar] Vallkraan’s theories about Human involvement weren’t as farfetched as I had once believed. Tell me, what of Vallkraan?}

{The [Templar] was most furious to see his beloved mentor sent to the Creator so soon before his time. He ordered us to board the Sly Jiggle so that he and his men might bring retribution to the heathens. I assume he was lost as well, otherwise the infidels wouldn’t have tried harvesting our helium 3.}

{Excuse me?} flashed [Templar] Cylion suddenly, {What do you mean by harvesting your helium 3?}

{Just that honored [Templar]. They inserted a fuel line into our tanks and siphoned it off to power their own devil-craft.}

[Templar] Cylion fell dark, contemplating the Klagracht before him. {Did it not occur to you,} he flashed dangerously, {to detonate your fuel tanks, and destroy the heathens’ void-ship?}

{Well, briefly [Templar]} flashed the klagracht, more nervous than his species normally was, {But such a thing would have destroyed our void-ship as well as theirs.}

{And in doing so, earn you a place by the Creator’s side for your martyrdom.} Replied Cylion. {Instead of being sent there by my hand and judged for your cowardice?} The Klagracht attempted to flash but Cylion cut him off, {What? You cannot have seriously thought I would actually delay myself even further by refueling your void-ship. And I am certainly not going to just leave you here. Imagine the fallout if the Union discovered that the Creator’s Cult was fielding void-ships with military class weaponry and F/F plants.}

The klagracht strobed even more [shrilly] than usual {But honored [Temp-]}

{Fire.}

>>27442545
Yo straight up. We're at a crossroads anons. Do you want to hear how Vyinsaash and Rerrgaat met up, or do you want to finally arrive in the long awaited Syinvish system?

>>27442731
I'd suggest getting to Syinvish. You can recap the meeting for whatever human they shanghai on their way back.

>>27442832
you got it bossman

Raggarrz stood on the command bridge with Kw’mil, carefully observing the vibrascreen that dominated much of the room. In a few [minutes] they would arrive in the Syinvish system, and Raggarrz was quite unwilling to echo it the [second] they arrived. Throughout his long career as a sergeant of the 7th Marine Battalion, and his much briefer one as a bureaucrat in the Registrat he had echoed more than his fair share of classified documents. The first time, it was due to his trusted position and long record of loyalty. The second time, it was mostly due to administrative oversight and misfiling. Either way, Raggarrz was quite convinced that he knew about just about every major conspiracy in the Union, and a massive operation to conceal the existence of ancient pirates was not one of them. Therefore he was quite shocked when they finally warped into the Syinvish system, and sensors reported a fair few void-ships. {Fifteen hundred? That many ships passing through a system in a [year] alone would qualify it as a class three transit hub.}

Raggarrz slithered down to an open sensor terminal and began to enhance various void-ships. By and large they were motley assortment of slavaged hulls and mismatched thrusters, many of them looked like they had been in service for [decades] if not longer. And all of them were armed to the teeth. Ancient particle cannons, long abandoned for being too power hungry, overcharged plasma projectors, and enough point defense lasers to clear an oort cloud.

{…That’s a lot of firepower.} Raggarrz flashed dully, {Just registering all of the *legal* weapons would probably entail a brand new mainframe in the Registrat.}

Kw’mil nodded as she lowered herself next to the stunned gizmat. {I would suggest moving Raggarrz, if we don’t start broadcasting the Hail soon, people may think us intruders.}

{The Hail?} asked Raggarrz as Captain Rerrgaat barged onto the command deck. {Kw’mil!} he flashed adgitatedly {You haven’t begun the Hail yet, have you?}

{Negative, Captain,} Kw’mil flashed, her mandibles opening in a [smile] {would you do the honors?}

{Who else but a Captain would!} the Captain strobed as he lifted the photofos up and began to flash:

>>27443353
Oh God he's going to say something stupid and they're going to have to vaporize someone with that cannon to salvage their pirate fred, aren't they?

>>27443437
*cred goddammit.
Although salvaging pirate fred would be entertaining. Like Saving Private Ryan, but with pirates.

{Avast and ahoy me [lads]! We come bearing booty and copper! We venture where nary a planet-hugger would go! Into the depths of space aho! For we’re pirates as all would know! And… and all shall fear where we go!}

Raggarrz leaned into Kw’mil, who stood completely still, her mandibles slowly closing in horror. {That wasn’t it, was it?}

{No. Not at all.}

A small number of the void-ships nearest to them were turning toward the Sly Jiggle, their thrusters powering up for a pursuit.

>>27443611
Knew it.

>>27443840
Is there any way he'd actually get it right?

Captain Rerrgaat echoed around the bridge in surprise, observing a variety of horrified faces look up at him. {Was that not right?}

His question was answered by a burst of plasma and two particle beams. Although all three missed, the meaning they conveyed struck home, even to the normally obtuse Captain. Rerrgaat slithered into his command sling and began to blare out orders {Damnation! I can’t believe I got the Hail mixed up with my improved version! Accelerate forward and open a comm channel! I’m certain once they echo my illustrious face they’ll cease hostilities!}

Although he wasn’t too surprised that Rerrgaat had gotten them into this situation, Raggarrz could not help but be surprised by the command attitude the rotund captain had taken on. It was almost like he was observing a new gizmat at the helm. Raggarrz slid easily in front of a newly vacated console, its previous operator having scuttled off on some assignment from Kw’mil. He quickly bought up the sensor read outs and his sonar stalks drooped in dismay. A half dozen pursuing void-ships had suddenly increased to a few score as the Sly Jiggle flew further into the system. The scanners now displayed a total of twenty four hundred void-craft moving through the system, and several massive space ports were now in sensor range. {This is impossible…} he blinked, {you can’t simply hide something of this scale.}

Aight yo. It be like 1 AM for me and I got class in the morning, so to anyone still lurking, peace.

If the thread is still around tomorrow I'll mo def post more

>>27444171
We'll be [waiting] patiently.

This is wayy better than a quest thread. Just about every quest thread is mostly railroaded, with only slight details to be argued over by the moronic masses, who also love making stupid characters and choices.

One thing that pissed me off was the demon quest, where we could have honestly made some a pretty cool main character, except a bunch of retards samefagged and made us into a little girl, probably the most boring and cliche demon in any fiction.

Looks like it hasnt been archived, doing that now.

>>27444171
Thank you based Blind Slug. See you tomorrow.

Great! This is back!

bippity boppity bump

Eagerly awaiting more writing.

Bumbage

I love this.

im having sex with your mother while bumping this thread.

>>27448758
Blind slug has actually been very good in that way

>>27448758
This painting is an artistic representation of the death of Italy

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The bright flashing of a system alarm jerked Raggarrz out of his reverie, and he looked down at his console to see that the Sly Jiggle had suffered a glancing blow from one of the particle cannons. Damage reports indicated that the glancing blow had left a massive gouge in the side of the void-ship. Swallowing nervously, Raggarrz refused to contemplate what a direct hit would do to the Sly Jiggle. The Captain continued to blare into his photofos {Walk the air lock? No… A hoard of [doubloons] for ye? Uhhhrmm… quaff your [yeast]grog?}

Kw’mil turned to the Captain and flashed at him {We’ve established comms with one of the oncoming void-ships, patching you in Captain.}

The main vibrascreen in the front of the command bridge rumbled for a moment before the image coalesced into a grizzled old sillyesh with a gloriously full grey mane. {By the Four Clans! I could hardly believe my photo-sensors when I [heard] it, but there IS only one individual in the Union who would muck up the Hail so badly!}

This is an amazing story and I feel privileged to be here.

Alright anons I got some shitty news for you. Some dickass in my apartment got the entire building banned for posting a NSFW image on a SFW board. And due to the fact that my apartment has like one modem that we all get routed through I can't do that one thing we all know about with the plugs and such.

So I'm banned for three days, which I'm currently getting around by sitting a mile and a half away in a lecture hall. So, unless a mod or something takes pity on me it looks like Blind Aliens is on an involuntary hiatus.

And to the dumbass who just had to post "Why is Diana a buttslut?" with a goddamn pic related on /vg/: go fuck yourself with a cactus coated in battery acid.

That said, I will try to post a bit more from here before I have to head back, didn't bring my power cord...

>>27450651
That's terrible. Maybe you can get in touch with a mod or something?

>>27450700
If it's a 3-day, they won't bother. By the time they have a moment to hear about it the time will be almost up anyway.

>>27450651
Good luck Blind Slug

{Hoy, Commodore Syalzash!} blared the Captain joyfully, {I didn’t think a mangy old space-hlish like yourself would still be marauding the warp-ways.}

{Captain,} Kw’mil flashed nervously, {perhaps we should request that Commodore Syalzash call off the void-ships attacking us?}

{Why is that Kw’mil?} blared Commodore Syalzash cheerily {I thought you dead too, for Rerrgaat to end up in the Captain’s sling! Of course of course I’ll call the others off, they’ll be pleased to echo a pair of hellions like you two again!}
The Commodore blinked off of the vibrascreen. Raggarrz looked down at the sensor readings and was surprised to echo that all of the incoming void-ships were decelerating or turning away. And none of them were firing any more. (Whoever this Commodore fellow is) Raggarrz thought to himself (He certainly seems to have quite a lot of pull). Raggarrz jerked up, remembering Jyoshish and Syensuush. (I hope one of them brought a sonar-cam,) he thought as he bolted to the main elevator, to retrieve the two journalists.

>>27450865
>>27450700

Thanks for the support anons. I'll keep on writing over the next few days like I had planned, and try to post whenever the chance arises, so expect some big fat updates in the near future

The Sly Jiggle proceeded to dock with the largest of several dozen already massive space-ports. Jyoshish could hardly believe the scale of the pirate operations. This was not the two bit hunk of junk floating in deep space that she was expecting. Well, actually it was still a hunk of junk, the space port made out of void-ship hulls welded together, hailing from all over the Union. The hanger the Sly Jiggle was docked in was the desiccated remains of a Korok’x super-carrier, the interior repainted from the usual drab tones to a cacophony of neon colors, all of which contributed to a raucous [colorsong] that seemed to serve as the station’s anthem. Jyoshish was walking backwards while Syensuush filmed her with a sonar-cam. {Yes, viewers, as impossible as it seems I am reporting from what, for all intents and purposes, appears to be a Pirate space-station. The Great Corsair Clans, long thought to be wiped out by the Grand Fleet before the founding of the Union have survived to this day, and considering that this entire station seems to be made out of the hulls of captured ships, they stayed busy.}

Jyoshish paued and echoed at her producer turned [cameraman]. {How was that?}she asked.

{Good, good,} answered Syensuush as he reviewed the recording. {I like the stayed busy line, although I’m going to have to edit out that one klagracht in the background who was [flipping off] the camera while you were flashing.}

Jyoshish turned and pelted the impudent klagracht with her photofos, causing the alien to strobe in pain. Wincing, Jyoshish walked up to the pained creature and retrieved her fos.

I archived it for you last night, If your wondering why its already up on Sup/tg/

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This is a great story, we haven't had one of those in a while

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>>27450651
Could you upload chapters to pastebin or something like that?
It would allow others to post them on your behalf and provide a convenient place to read them after the threads die.

poke

WE NEED MORE

Guys listen.
Guys.
Guys.
What happens when the aliens meet a mirror?

>>27463921
it'll probably be their equivalent too an echo-y room.

>>27464008
How about one of those circus mazes with crooked mirrors?
A complete nightmare.

>>27464234
It would be their version of Heavy Metal. Or Dubstep.

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Bumping again.

Been hooked on these threads for about a week now.

this is quite nice and if it is still up for tomorrow i would consider trying my hand at a piece for it.

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>>27477027
Briefly postan while my bus is stopped near an open wifi network. I have beenn writing and I am here. And I cannot thank you all enough for all the bumps that you guys have given this thread. Really, its actually kinda touching. So thanks anons, I'll be at a library Sunday, will post what I have the

>>27477580
Oh yeah, more sonar aliens!

>>27477580
Bumpity bump.

>>27477580
[waiting] eagerly

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