You stumble sideways and into Chisaki before sliding down the wall, groaning in pain. You look across the hall, somewhat dazed as you see the second Noncon fall backwards, a meaty crimson crater where his sternum once was.

You look around vision a little blurry. Your voice croaks as you speak.

“Headcount.”

Chisaki responds first. “Alive, probably bruised though.”

Miyuki and Marek give similar affirmations, which sets your mind at somewhat more ease. You really would like to avoid going back into debt due to a malpractice insurance hike. Those deductibles are sky high too. Standing up straight, you pull out one of your extra flashbangs and examine it. After a few seconds you sigh and shake your head. “What is it sensei?”

“These are a different make than the flashbangs we get at the Armory. Secfors must have a different supplier. I’m positive the fuse is longer.”

“Ahhh,” responds Marek acidically. “I was wondering how a professional mercenary wasn’t able to count to five. Counting, it’s pretty fundamental to functioning in normal goddamn society right? Like you passed kindergarten right? You’re not some sort of hyperdeveloped preschooler that they gave a gun to cause that shit would be funny?”

>Reprimand Marek
>No time, deal with insubordination later:
>>We’ve most likely just lost whatever element of surprise we had. We need to move fast and strike hard and retrieve the hostages in one fell swoop.
>>After that ruckus they must know where we are. Let’s make that into where we were. Circle around, reposition to the opposite side of the floor, do it quietly.
>write in

>>34818808
>No time, deal with insubordination later:
>After that ruckus they must know where we are. Let’s make that into where we were. Circle around, reposition to the opposite side of the floor, do it quietly.

Prearchive breh, just in case.

>>34818808
>No time, deal with insubordination later:
>We’ve most likely just lost whatever element of surprise we had. We need to move fast and strike hard and retrieve the hostages in one fell swoop.
Goddamn, what a fuckup that was.

>>34818808
>No time, deal with insubordination later:
>We’ve most likely just lost whatever element of surprise we had. We need to move fast and strike hard and retrieve the hostages in one fell swoop.

>>34818808
>>No time, deal with insubordination later:
>>>We’ve most likely just lost whatever element of surprise we had. We need to move fast and strike hard and retrieve the hostages in one fell swoop.

>>34818808
>No time, deal with insubordination later:
>We can still go Kool-Aid man for the element of surprise, but we're going to need to start a lot closer to the hostages.

You decide to deal with Marek’s shitty little ‘tude later. Right now you’ve got pencil pushers to save from Noncons. You open up a squad wide channel. “Alright everyone, after that little fiasco there’s no point trying for stealth any more. They know some flavor of hostile is here and that means that the hostages are living on borrowed time. Although I would’ve liked to go about this as quietly as possible, we need to resolve this situation ASAP.”

“No shit,” mutters Marek underneath his breath.

“So we’re going in with overwhelming force. Don’t be shy about the flashbangs. NeoLogos can always grow them new eyeballs. Eliminate any sort of resistance we encounter prior to contact with the hostages with extreme prejudice. That means grenades, and Miyuki, we’ll need you to hose them down. Don’t worry about ammo conservation, an LMG is the last thing we need firing off near the hostages.”

The rest of the squad, Marek included, nod silently as you lay out your plan. You were right to avoid a petty confrontation with the rookie, a show of authority did a lot more to bring him into line than any shouting match would have. You imagine that much of his outburst was predicated on the fear that there wasn’t a plan to save the civvies.

“Miyuki, Marek. I want you two to take the main entrance to the room where they’re holding the hostages. Throw the flashbangs into there. Once they go off, Chisaki and I will kool-aid man through a wall for maximum impact. That should draw their attention from the door and allow you two to enter the room as well. Speed not haste. The shitstorm you’d unleashing from killing a civvie would probably be big enough to fertilize all of Atlas, so AIM.”

The rookies nod one final time. “Alright then. Form up, I’ll take point.”

You are about to leave the room when you notice that one of the noncons still has a working headset.

>Do you
>Take it. There might be valuable intel you could pick up while on the move
>Leave it. Not enough time.

>>34819731
Take it

>>34819710
>Take it. There might be valuable intel you could pick up while on the move
This will be the deciding factor in whether or not we actually do go in guns blazing.

>>34819731
>Take it. Unless the hostiles can track you with it.

>>34819710
>Take it. There might be valuable intel you could pick up while on the move

>>34819731
>Take it. There might be valuable intel you could pick up while on the move
even if they can track us, they won't expect the signal behind a wall to suddenly be important

>>34819710
>Take it. There might be valuable intel you could pick up while on the move

>>34818808
>No time, deal with insubordination later:

>>We’ve most likely just lost whatever element of surprise we had. We need to move fast and strike hard and retrieve the hostages in one fell swoop.

>>34819731
>Take it. There might be valuable intel you could pick up while on the move

>>34819731
>Take it. There might be valuable intel you could pick up while on the move

>>34819731
Take it, play annoying music over the Noncon's communications

You decide that the two seconds it would take to slap on a headset is worth the potential intel you could garner from it. You pry it off of the dead man’s head and are immediately surprised by how primitive the system is. Some sort of radio based system, no integrated computer, no software, just some insanely antiquated analogue system. No advanced features, no ID system, nothing. But pretty much impossible to subvert. There’s no way any modern military force would carry tech old enough to interfere with this, they’d have to drag out some archeotechnician.

You are relieved to find that the headset is still… tuned… is that the right word for it? to the proper frequency. You listen carefully to the staticy voices.

“-tcher Mickey, I repeat Butcher Mickey, do you copy?”

“They got fragged by the shills, they must’ve sent a team in while Antonin was negotiating.”

“Can’t trust no fucking shills man.”

A commanding voice comes onto the line. You can hear it straining from stress even through the static. “Focus people. Everyone, fall back to the defensive perimeter. Zulu Daffy, I need you and Tango Minnie to team up and then head towards Butcher Mickey’s patrol area. Try to engage the hostiles while everyone else gets ordered.”

The commanding voice shuts off to a chorus of “Yeah Antonin”s.

>Do you
>Head towards the hostages and attempt to evade the incoming group of noncons (Roll 3d10)
>Lie in wait for them at your current location

>>34820305
>Lie in wait for them at your current location

I must resist the urge to roll

Rolled 1, 1, 9 = 11 (3d10)

>>34820305
>Head towards the hostages and attempt to evade the incoming group of noncons (Roll 3d10)

>>34820305
>>Lie in wait for them at your current location
Pop em both as soon as they walk in, silencers on, good aim

>>34820305
>Head towards the hostages and attempt to evade the incoming group of noncons (Roll 3d10)
Get us between them and the hostages

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>>34820305
>Lie in wait for them at your current location
Mickey
Daffy
Minnie

Rolled 6, 10, 5 = 21 (3d10)

>>34820305
Head towards the hostages and attempt to evade the incoming group of noncons (Roll 3d10)

>>34820305
>Lie in wait for them at your current location

When they find their buddies and turn back they'll just flank us.

>>34820392
Might be crazy but he's got class. Ivan can respect class.

Oohh shit, a live DAQ thread! I'm still catching up.
Fall Guy, you muh nigga.
Anon, keep making Ivan glorious.

“Shit,” you grumble. You’d love to make a beeline for the hostages, but there’s no point bothering if it just results in your collective asses getting flanked. “Okay team, change of plans. Antonin is sending a welcome party our way. If the two groups he’s assigned are anything like this one, we’re looking at a total of four hostiles inbound. Take cover in this room and engage them once they enter. Once they’ve been pacified we move on.”

The squad takes up various positions behind furniture, walls and tables. Meanwhile, you keep and ear on the headset. After a few minutes, a button lights up. You seem to be receiving a short range band, probably for squad intercommunication. Gingerly, you move over to this channel.

“Why can’t we just start offing the hostages? Show those shills we’re serious, make them call off the attack squad.”

“Moron, it isn’t about the hostages. It’s about keeping what Antonin- we- know under wraps. The hostages are just a pretext to send in a kill squad. Keep the truth locked away.”

They must be close for you to start picking up their squad channel or whatever this is. You gesture to the rookies and heft your assault rifle. The hostiles seem to be approaching via the doorway your squad were about to exit the room through. Your fingers flex slightly as you squeeze the grip of the AR, butt pressed hard into your shoulder. Even if these guys are a bunch of amatuer radicals, bullets are still bullets. The part of your brain most similar middle aged Jewish Mother chides you for not bringing your equipment.

You think you can hear footsteps. They’re almost here.

>Plan of Attack

>>34820904
no lethal shots, try to keep as much as possible alive.

>>34820904
Hit them with boolet

>>34820904
Have Miyuki open up first with her LMG just before they open the door into the room. Once they've either been killed or suppressed, Ivan and Chisaki can sweep with shotguns.

>>34820904
>Throw dud grenades
>As they are scrambling away from it shoot em up.

>>34820904

Camp like a bitch. Let them wander into killzones and, well, kill them.

We already have an assault rifle out, so let's go for clean shots while Thundertits dakkas the place to hell.

Counter Terrorists Win.

>>34821010
Seconding, we brought the duds for a reason

>>34821010
This sounds good

>>34820969
This too

>>34821010
Duds are fine. An ambush was the ideal place for to put tomahawk chan to use though.

>>34821010
Seems we're going to be throwing duds, followed up with shooty shooty shit. Pursue and melee anyone who survives or evades the initial ambush.

Rolls

Rolled 5, 3, 7 = 15 (3d10)

>>34821480
Let's do this shit gents and ladies

Rolled 1, 10, 2 = 13 (3d10)

>>34821480

Rolled 7, 1, 2 = 10 (3d10)

>>34821480
been a long time since I DAQ rolled

Rolled 10, 7, 4 = 21 (3d10)

>>34821480
ROLLAN FOR JUSTICE!

Rolled 10, 4, 3 = 17 (3d10)

>>34821480

Rolled 1, 8, 6 = 15 (3d10)

>>34821480

Rolled 2, 9, 4 = 15 (3d10)

>>34821480
We have never got the magical 3 tens yet have we?

Rolled 1, 3, 10 = 14 (3d10)

>>34821480

>>34821637
Not yet but they're coming.

>>34821671
>>34821637
Sometimes I worry that the 4chan RNG just won't output 3 10s. I'd be seriously bummed if it never happened even once in the quest.

>>34821722
pls fall guy
It will never happen ;_;

Rolled 1, 6, 7 = 14 (3d10)

>>34821722
>Final thread, Ivan retires
>In the after quest discussion someone accidentally rolls 2 10s.
>Everyone cries at the lost potential

>>34821801
*3 10's

Rolled 5, 7, 3, 7, 6, 6, 4, 9, 9 = 56 (9d10)

story rolls

>>34822206
damn, these rolls

You decide to wait until they’ve opened the door before striking. And in this situation, striking means throwing some dud grenades for shits and giggles. The duds arc gracefully through the air before landing behind the incoming group of noncons. They react with blind animal instinct, charging forward into the room, away from the dud grenades. This is a fundamental mistake.

The four of you burst out of cover and open fire. You rest your foot on the edge of the table, the AR quakes in your hand as it spews bullets out. The entire experience is weirdly silent, the report of the guns totally nullified by the silencers, the only sound is the hissing of bullets and a wet smacking as they impact with flesh. To be fair, that smacking might also be the sound of Thund- Miyuki’s frontal buoyancy bags bouncing against one another as her LMG rumbles in her hands. The spray of rounds rend the noncons to pieces, viscera and blood explode outwards from their body cavities, splattering across the floor. Shell casings clatter to the floor, punctuating the soft thuds as dead bodies collapse onto the floor.

The four of you look around. You can’t help but notice that most of your rounds ended up in the far wall. You decide to not point this out. “Alright squad. We’ve finally gotten lucky this time. Dropped the hostiles before they could return fire. That means Antonin doesn’t know that we put down his little expeditionary force.”

You gesture forward with your gun. “Advance to the central conference room.”

The rest of the squad falls in behind you as you move forward, towards the hostages.

Just before you turn the corner to the penultimate corridor leading up to the central conference room you hear some voices down the hall.

More noncons.

>Plan of Attack

>>34822625
See if we can flank them

>Throw dud grenades down the corridor, when they panic gun 'em down.

>>34822625
flash n clear. probably don't need anything complicated. just remember to count this time

>>34822625
Kool Aid time

>>34822625
Engage with tomahawk-tan.

Be moshi moshi kawaii about it

>>34822791
Could be a bad idea. Rookies+Crossfire+CQC= another free therapy session at the very least.
>>34822625
do we know how many noncons? Where they are facing? Their weapons? I'd like to go CQC, but we need to be sure.

>>34822717
>>34822625

Smart move. I will support it. God I hope we stop making an ass out of our selves before the "drop" is over.

>>34822974
Hey the dud grenade trick worked really well.

Flash and clear is the winner then

Rolls

I don't think I should run on Fridays. Things seem a bit dead

Rolled 3, 5, 7 = 15 (3d10)

>>34823011

Rolled 8, 1, 6 = 15 (3d10)

>>34823011

Rolled 7, 2, 6 = 15 (3d10)

>>34823011
25 plox

Rolled 10, 3, 3 = 16 (3d10)

>>34823011
Id say it is because this is a prime quest running time+ shit like Friday night Magic. Also dinner for alot of us.

Rolled 8, 1, 2 = 11 (3d10)

>>34823011

>>34822625
Flank, then axe them a question.

>>34823027
>>34823032
>>34823083
Whoa, that..that's something you don't see everyday

>>34823027
>>34823032
>>34823083

Such mediocrity.

Rolled 9, 1, 9 = 19 (3d10)

>>34823011

Rolled 1, 7, 8 = 16 (3d10)

>>34823011
'Ere we go!

Rolled 7, 7, 9 = 23 (3d10)

>>34823011

Rolled 5, 5, 10 = 20 (3d10)

>>34823011
come on 30!
I sacrificed my firstborn for you dice gods

>>34823226
FOOL. THEY REQUIRE TWO MORE FIRSTBORNS.
YES. I SAID FIRST BORNS.
YOU NEEDED TO SACRIFICE IDENTICAL TRIPLETS, AND THEY ARE SO RARE YOU'LL NEVER GET 30.

Rolled 2, 9, 2 = 13 (3d10)

>>34823293
Then there is only one thing I can do.
Summon the nubile Greek boys.

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Rolled 10, 7, 7 = 24 (3d10)

>>34823554

>>34823647
We apparently have some Tsundere dice...

You click your tongue in mild irritation. You had rather hoped to impress Thund- Miyuki with your amazing CQC skillz, but so far you’ve been performing surprisingly.. averagely. Certainly nothing that would increase the gravitational pull on local panties. Resigning yourself to a somewhat average performance, you decide to take the safer, and decidedly less dramatic approach, of bang and blast. You were rather hoping to get some bang and blast in on Miyuki, but that possibility seems to be ever more distant.

Gritting your teeth resignedly, you lob the flash bang against the wall, sending it bouncing down the corridor. A half second later, and the flashbang detonates. You and the rest of the squad roll out into the main corridor where the disoriented noncons make for easy pickings. After dropping them with some adequately well aimed bursts, certainly nothing that would make the local XXs drool at your martial prowess. Sighing irritatedly, you dispatch the last surviving noncon in the hallway with a quick blow from your tomahawk. the brains and blood splatter artistically against the hallway wall, creating a stain that will most definitely be a bitch and a half to get out.

With the last vestiges of resistance in this area cleaned out with your usual gormless efficiency, you wave the rest of the squadron on, directing them to take up positions for the burst and entry into the central conference room, where Antonin is presumably holding the hostages.

You press yourself against a wall next to Chisaki, waiting for Marek and Miyuki to toss the remaining flashbangs and your grand entrance.

A voice over your headset.

“That’s quite sneaky of you, Mr. Merc, hiding behind that wall like you have.”

Antonin!

“But I suggest you take a step back and walk in here with your hands up. All of you. Unless you want the hostages dead.”

>What do you do?
>Comply
>Refuse, proceed with assault
>Write in

>>34823825
>Refuse, proceed with assault
we don't negotiate with terrorists

>>34823825
>Refuse, proceed with assault

Flash bang might not work, this guy seems to have optical enhancements to be able to see us through the wall.

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>>34823764
>Its not like I'm rolling high for your sake, baka!

>>34823825
>Throw some dud grenades in the room and say
"The hostages are considered to be acceptable losses."
As he's flatfooted by our apparent willingness to kill the hostages storm in.

>>34823825
See, this is why we should've gone Kool Aid

Do we have a dud grenade, as in "looks like its lethal"?

>>34823825
If we could some how get the shutters open, having our sniper hit him would be great. Are they electronically controlled? Can we hotwire then from out side the room?

>>34823825
>Write in
If we can, get the two rookies stationed outside in position to snipe. Ask Antonin what this is all about to stall for time. Request a helicopter to hover outside the window on the level of noncoms with hostages to mask the sound of the rookies crawling through the ventilation shafts above them.
(more to come)

>>34823825
>Refuse, proceed with assault

Either everyone gets out of that room alive or no one does. Either way works for me.

>>34823991
Seconding to see the look on his face as the duds fly into the room

Was thread 43 not archived? I can't seem to find it.

>>34824011
then, We kick out a window, plant our tomahawk into the floor and swing to the floor below on the "boomerang wire" with our pistol/smg at the ready.

>>34824058
It was misarchived by a troll

>>34824058

Got it: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/34627535/

Alright we seem to want to take action. I just want to make it clear that if you decide to refuse Antonin the rolls will be hard, the DCs will be high, and things will become very bloody very fast unless you buck the trend of rolls I've seen in this thread.

To be clear, complying with Antonin will not result in mission failure. More like a negotiation scene. All write ins, use your brain and you can win without the RNG.

So calling on a vote once more.

>Comply
>Refuse

>>34824229
Well in that case
>Comply

>>34824229
>Comply

I want to know more about the secret the company is supposed to be hiding anyway.

>>34824229
When you throw a grenade(dud) at a hostage, is the first reaction to let go of the hostage/remove gun from hostage? Serious question.

>>34824229
>Comply

>>34824229
Violence Solves Everything

>>34824229
>Comply

>>34824229
Comply, keep keep some dud grenades to bluff with if things go south

>>34824229
>Comply
pls no kill of hostage

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3oKwg6W05MU
This kind of negociation?

>>34824229
Comply.
Make a joke Disney's cartoon character. He will understand.

>>34824265
If i saw a grenade headed towards me, I'd definitely get out of the way. After the immediate panic though, I'd wonder why the hostage rescuers where throwing grenades at said hostages.

>>34824265
or pull a Grendel? Strap all the explosive to yourself and enter the room to negotiate the terms of their surrender if they want to stay alive?

>>34824531
Mercs are a dime a dozen hundreds, how much do you value your life? It isn't even half what they pay me to throw away my life everytime I go on mission.

>>34824229
>Refuse

I'm all for the dud grenades at the hostages bluff.

Alright. I had to make some food but I will be writing a comply response. Since a lot of people are asking for it, Ivan can comply while smuggling some dud grenades

>>34824229
>Comply
Only Ivan should go in though.

>>34825028

To clarify, dud frags mixed with real flashes.

“Shit. Well… Shit.”

Antonin sounds triumphant over the headset. “Is that a surrender I hear?”

You grit your teeth and wave your team back. “Yeah. Yeah it is. I’m coming in alone.”

Antonin sounds pleased. “Very well. So long as your team knows that one wrong goddamn move and I’ll be spread brains all across this conference room. You shills already tried to fool me once, don’t think I’ll be so lenient the second time.”

You grunt in affirmation and wave Chisaki down. “Sensei-” she says, but you cut her off.

“No. This is too high risk for one merc and a bunch of rookies who haven’t even gotten their boots muddy yet. I’m going in alone to try to talk to this guy. You all wait outside.”

“But-”

“No buts,” you voice barks out rougher than usual. The stress is obviously getting to you. “This is an order. You will comply. Do you copy?”

Chisaki looks down, conflicted but defeated. “Yes…”

“Good.”

You stand up and walk towards the door where Miyuki and Marek are stationed. You wave their weapons down and quickly convey what the plan- or lack thereof- is. Surprisingly Marek does not protest, merely lowering his eyes to the floor along with Miyuki as you make it abundantly clear that they are not to intervene without your explicit permission. Miyuki attempts to protest as well. You stay her with a hand. “Don’t worry. I defeated Dreads. These guys are nothing compared to that Rasta Monster.”

>>><<<

Updates coming in as I write them

Is FG dead?

Miyuki bites her lip, but eventually nods. You smile wanly at her before you turn around, and open the door.

A half dozen barrels are pointed at various points on you, behind each one an increasingly jittery looking noncon. You gaze around the room. A bunch of people in suits are scattered across the floor, bound and gagged. They’re moving, their eyes on you. Not dead. Although the few guns not aimed at you could quite easily change that. Your eyes rest on the face of a bearded man, the only person standing in the room not carrying some sort of armament. The bearded man pulls out a huge caliber revolver, aiming it right between your eyes.

“Guns down.”

Antonin then. You comply, slowly lowering your assault rifle to the ground, never breaking eye contact with the former security guard turned noncon. “All the guns.”

Your shotgun, pistol, and tomahawk follow your assault rifle to the ground. You unceremoniously drop the Secfor issued grenades, making sure to keep a hold on at least two of the dummy frags from Camp Fordsshirebradswoodburg.

You gaze at the man across the room from you. His eyes are almost black, and the whites are bloodshot, lending him an almost possessed appearance. Antonin raises a trembling hand, and twists a bit of beard nervously. A beat. It almost feels as if there is one heart in the center of the room, pulsing for everyone.

You speak first.

“Why are we talking right now?”

>>34825825
>Fordsshirebradswoodburg
Again lol

>>34825825
>Eat Flashbang
>Poop Fury
>AllAccordingToPlan.merc

>>34825825
F5 F5 F5

Antonin smiles, it is not a happy smile and soon it slips off of his face, lips twitching a bit. “Because… because I saw how this was going to end. A whole… lotta… dead people… Me for sure, maybe you, definitely the hostages. I didn’t like that ending. Would you?”

You pause for a moment before you shake your head. “No.”

“Exactly. But that doesn’t really answer your question… does it?” Antonin draws out his soft consonants, giving him a somewhat ponderous air, like each word is weighed carefully before spoken. “I need… people. People who are respected. People who aren’t crazy, rejects, outcasts. People who Other people will believe.”

“So…” you say, slightly annoyed. Dealing with nutcases was not part of your training. “So. You decided to accomplish that by taking a bunch of innocent civvies hostage? Couldn’t you have just like made a cardboard sign and taken up residence on a street corner like the rest of the nutters?”

Antonin frowns. “No. No I cannot do that. My message is too important. They MUST comply. It is imperative that people know!”

“You’re always talking about what the people need to know,” you shout back, patience starting to fray visibly. This sort of circuitous bullshit is starting to remind you of a certain fruit shaped friend of yours. “What is it? What do we need to know!”

“I… I don’t know.”

“What the fuck does that mean.”

“I knew once,” cried Antonin, clutching at his forehead while his other hand keeps his revolver vaguely trained on you. The tremors are visible. “I knew! I knew why people needed to know! I was here and I knew it!”

You grit your teeth and swallow a certain amount of anger. No good agitating this man further. He's already clearly deranged. The commanding presence of earlier cracking, the facade is breaking. But it was the facade that refused to keep the hostages. You let off a bit of pressure, and speak calmingly. “Yes, the dossier on you said you worked here once. As a security officer?”

Antonin looks up at you, eyes wild. A few beats, and they calm. He straightens up, gun still trained on you, and coughs. “Yes. Yes I worked here. But not truly for NeoLogos. I knew more than a guard. The windows… We could not see through them. We wanted to know what was inside. What was going on in Ismene.”

“Who wanted to know what was going on in the Tower,” you prompt, trying to steer Antonin away from immediately distressing subjects. “Who did you really work for?”

Antonin’s face screws up slightly. He mouths the words, but his vocal chords seem unwilling to comply. The surrounding noncons look on, impassive. “cY-drite!”

cY-drite. NeoLogos’ primary competitor on the neuroware market and longstanding rival. Wherever NeoLogos went, cY-drite was not too far behind, usually cheaper if not later. Well, you suppose a corporate espionage wing is probably cheaper than doing all your R&D in house.

“You were a cY-drite infiltrator then.”

“Yes,” hisses Antonin. “Yes, that was who I was. I forget sometimes… But not always! Not always…”

You glance around the room now. The noncons seem to be fixated on their leader and his extended break down. Their attention and in some cases even guns, away from their targets.

>Keep Antonin talking
>Give the go ahead for the rookies to attack
>write in

>>><<<

Who's the thread going for everyone tonight?

>>34826485
>Keep Antonin talking

>>34826485
I'm gonna assume you mean how

I'm loving it


>Keep Antonin talking

we might be a merc with a deathwish, but we dont like piles of dead bodies

>>34826485
>Keep Antonin Talking

>>34826485
>Keep Antonin talking

>>34826485
>Keep Antonin talking

>>34826485
>Keep Antonin talking

>>34826485
Keep him talking.

Kind of slow? Not a lot of input from players. More OP driven.

>>34826526
>how's the thread going for everyone tonight?
Jumping between 3 quest threads at the same time so response's kinda slow.
Nice to have a slower paced thread of once tho. Marek needs a serious seeing to in any case.

>>34826485
>Keep him talking

>>34826485
>Keep Antonin talking

F5ing every five minutes or so. Ass is hanging off my seat's edge.

>>34826485
>Keep Antonin talking

When we're going to throw the duds, do we pretend that we're dropping them as well before tossing?

>>34826485
>Keep Antonin talking
Tired as fuck my 24 hour shift got pushed to a 36 hour shift.

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>>34826485
>>Keep Antonin talking

Hey, here's a thought for how we can take out the noncons with the dud grenades. Bluff. They think that we're just here to kill Antonin for what he knows right? So convince them that we're willing to blow up everyone with our duds. Just a guess but if Antonin is somewhat stable, I'd bet he'd surrender.

>>34826972
>if Antonin is somewhat stable
He doesn't seem stable at all dude

>>34826972
We're getting him to talk right now. That's a deescalation.

We don't want to escalate this situation right now.

>>34827001
Let me be a little bit more clear about this. Antonin seems to jump between stable and unstable. If we can catch him while he's stable, or just push him a bit more while he's really unstable, maybe he'll just break and give up? He seems to have some unwillingness to kill the hostages

>>34826972
>>34827001
Yeah, he's going to blow-up and shoot a hostage at this rate, but I'm willing to risk that to learn more.

The dud is also a good way to gauge/jumpstart his survival instincts and see how far he's gone.

Does anyone else think this is at all related to the Pear Aliens?

>>34827272
Yes.

You need to push him more. Keep him off balance, keep the spectacle up, keep them focused on their leader. You swallow. It is dry. “So what is it? What did you find while spying in Ismene? Surely you must have found something?”

Antonin shudders and begins to pace around the room. “Yes. Yes yesyesyesyes! Yes I did! I found something of undeniable import! These were not assets they could deny! Important, it was very important!”

“What was it,” you say, taking care to keep the anger and the fear out of your voice. “What was this undeniable asset?”

Antonin freezes in place, stopping mid stride. “I… I… I…” Suddenly his hands jerk back up again, clutching at his forehead. The grip of the revolver pushed hard against his temple. “I know! I knew I know! I know I knew!”

You are about to speak again, your voice hard and furious. “What di-”

Antonin cuts you off. His eyes are calm. Despite the veins standing out in them, the dark bags underneath, they are placid. The torrent of emotions that contorted his face moments before are gone. This is almost more disturbing than the madman who once stood before you. Antonin speaks, his voice tranquil. “Mercenary. Do you know that feeling when you know something, but you simply cannot remember? When you stand up and go to the fridge, but can’t remember what you were looking for once you reach the door?”

You nod slightly. “Yeah.”

“It’s like that. I know I found something in here. I just can’t remember what it was. No matter how hard I try to think, no matter how often I retrace, I just can’t.”

You chew your tongue a little. It almost sounds like one of those oh-too convenient cases of amnesia in the old movies, where the sufferer forgets only the most plot relevant details. Like someone just reached into his skull and scooped out everything they didn’t want him to know. Dropped off his memories in the trash and pressed delete.

Antonin is still talking. “What I’ve forgotten. I know what I forgot is why I forgot,” his speech is starting to break down again. “Does that make sense? I can’t think too hard on it, otherwise I get sucked into that void. A whirlpool of conscious…”

“So is that all you wanted,” you asking, cutting through Antonin’s reverie. “To get me to listen to you babble for a few minutes?”

Antonin jerks up and looks at you, eyes refocused. “Yes. Yes, you’ve heard me babble. And now what mercenary? You’ve got no weapons, my gun is trained on your heart,” and unfortunately he’s right, the revolver is pointed, solid as a rock, at your sternum, “So what will you do now?”

>What will you do now?

>>34827348
I cast fist

>>34827348
"Fuck you, that's what"

Rush him and show him a mercenary doesn't need a weapon to kill someone

>>34827348
>What's a mercenary without it's weapons?
>A mercenary still

>>34827348
>Pear-shaped Aliens
>Throw dud

Rolled 8, 1, 8 = 17 (3d10)

>>34827348
Uhhh....huck the dummy grenades before we charge? Mainly towards the guys with assault weapons?

Also, rollan' for Russian Rage. Just to see how it goes.

>>34827348
Grenade out. Turn to the other noncoms.
Say "Gentlemen, this thing has a little something I like to call a dead man's trigger.He shoots me and we all go up, unless you shoot him in the legs right this second.

>>34827433
*THEN rush

>>34827445
>dead man's trigger.
switch

>>34827348
play along with his evident paranoia. Bluff that you're going to blow everyone up because he knows too much. Demand that he surrenders.

>>34827371
>>34827401
You're dumb. He's aimed at our sternum, but he is still at range.

Keep him talking. Ask about the thing he forgot. Ask how long ago he forgot about it. And when he realized that he'd forgotten.

>>34827467
Sorry /k/omrade.

Rolled 7, 3, 1 = 11 (3d10)

>>34827487
>>34827348
Actually, yeah. We're on the verge of a breakthrough. Dude just outed himself as a corporate spy. We need to keep him talking and to decrease enemy morale by removing their leader.
>>34827436
Shifting vote.

>>34827348
So, is it out of the question to talk him down guys?

Let's just inch towards him. Let's reassure him that the thing he forgot is very important. They just got to him they found out he was a spy and they took his memories away. They took them away, but they can't take away what caused the memories.

Ask him what's the last thing he remembers before the memories are forgotten.
>>34827487
Yeah, I like what this Anon is thinking.

So to be clear here, we want to ask him some more questions, and we approach while he's speaking?

Out of curiosity what then?

Also, taking some rolls to see how well all that works out.

>>34827487
Yeah, this sounds good. Keep his ass talking. See what he remembers about his past life.

Rolled 4, 1, 4 = 9 (3d10)

>>34827601
Still voting for saying something completely out of nowhere, thowing the dud, and rushing

>>34827601
I don't think that this guy's rambling and sudden amnesia is related to our dream escapades. The alien did say they spoke to one other, but I doubt it was this guy.

Still though, use that as context for further communication. Take baby steps towards him and tell him about our dream. Not like, full on details. But vague musings of it.

"You know, I've been having the same dream over and over again. Not every night, but frequently. I see this, thing. I AM this thing. And there's this other thing. This being. And he, it, is trying to explain to me something of importance. Some truth that I must know..." et cetera.

Rolled 10, 2, 9 = 21 (3d10)

>>34827601
Ask what his employers wanted him to spy on, anything specific. Say it might help him remember.

Rolled 1, 6, 10 = 17 (3d10)

>>34827601
I'm thinking if he keeps talking, we ask him more question and close a little more. If he shoots us then we do our suicide bomber routine.

Rolled 6, 9, 3 = 18 (3d10)

>>34827601
If he's receptive to talking see if we can convince him that doing this hostage taking situation is exactly what NeoLogos wants, it gives them a way to easily discredit him. If they didn't want this they would've just killed him.

And if he's not calming down and we get close enough for CQC then break his wrist and snap his neck.

>>34827666
Your plan totally encapsulates what's wrong with how you came up with it.

And that's exactly the kind of shit that will get 6 to 10 hostages, and a few of our training recruits killed.

That's the same kind of shit that has senior partners recommending that Ivan go to therapy.

Rolled 6, 9, 8 = 23 (3d10)

>>34827667
This is actually a pretty good way to go about it. I support it.

>>34827705

I don't want to kill this guy.

>>34827601
I think that once we get close to him, we try and take him hostage, use him as leverage to get the rest of the noncons to stand down.

Then, once we call in the rest of the squad, we make some pithy remark about how important CQC is.

Rolled 6, 10, 7 = 23 (3d10)

>>34827601
Maybe ask what his employers were hoping to find?

Maybe ask if pears ring a bell.

Rolled 3, 9, 2 = 14 (3d10)

>>34827667
Rolling for this sanity.

We have two 23s as our best rolls.

I'll start writing, you guys hash out exactly what you want to do with Antonin once you get close enough. Remember, he's still got a room full of noncons who are loyal to him with guns pointed at people.

>>34827834
Wait to see what he does

>>34827834
How about after we grab antonin as a human shield, we bring out the dud grenade and demand that the hostages leave.

>>34827834
"Well, you got a pair of ears for a bit, so how about you jaw with me? We'll make some headway, you might remember some more things, these folks can get home safe, and this situation'll get a happier ending then we both would have expected."

>>34827856
>>34827932

>>34827891
Lets not. Most of the thread has been shitty rolls, I don't feel like rolling to see if any hostages get shot dead from a panicky terrorist.

>>34827932
Lets go with this

If the Quest was to end in the next 5 threads, what would you absolutely want to accomplish before it was all over?

It's not ending in the next five threads BTW

>>34828027
Give Elda some sexual healing. By that last statement is find out what her intimacy issues are about and show her that Ivan isn't the quitting type of guy.

>>34828027
Nailing the Himawari force. Preferably simultaneously.

>>34828027
Ivan finds a purpose other than just killing for money. Something to strive for. Or just something more.

>>34828027
Going out with Elda.

>>34828027
Getting Ivan's hands on Miyuki's Miyukis.

>>34828027
probably thundertits. Although tricking out our BART would be a close second, also continuation of idol basher

>>34828027
Go on a mission with darius and valkyrie.

>>34828064
>>34828087
Who's ma nigga?

>>34828027
Share a box of donuts with a certain person.

>>34828027

Idol Basher Part 2: Axing All The Wrong Questions

>>34828027
Pretty much these:
>>34828064
>>34828069
>>34828085
>>34828100
>>34828113

>>34828027
>>34828085
This.

I'd honestly like to talk to our parents and see how they're going... I mean, have we sent them any of our money? They were product testers right?

Here's a little bit of theory I have about this quest and the overarching plot. Maybe some of you are thinking the same thing, maybe not. Either way, here it is.

The pear aliens were a race that advanced so much so, that they were able to upload their consciousness into computers and live forever. This has already been shown to us a couple threads back (I think a couple?). They achieved the singularity, and their civilization crumbled because of it. What reason is there to live if you have nothing to accomplish other than simply continuing to live?

The amalgam pear being who has been speaking to us in our dream wants to keep humanity from doing the same thing. (Maybe he wants humanity's assistance in destroying his own race and ending their existence in this quasi-purgatory they've put themselves in? Again, maybe not. Pure conjecture.

Fall Guy has posted times before about (and we've had actual plot points relating to) humans being on the verge of immortality. Either through genetic modification or likewise, achieving the singularity. The pear alien realizes this and sees that he(it) has to stop us, bringing me back to my previous paragraph.

But I believe that it's already happened. The Millenium Man doesn't just send droids to make meetings for him because he likes to. He does it because he has no physical body left. He has achieved immortality. And we are going to have to chose whether or not we want to kill him.

There it is. That's my theory.

>>34828064
>>34828069
>>34828087
>>34828091
>>34828094
>>34828108
>>34828113
These are all pretty shallow

>>34828237
Says you. Fight me bro. You person I think has a valid point but I don't agree with.

>>34828237
Not the easiest thing to do deep and intricate in five threads, comrade.

>>34828237
Well, I figured if the quest was going to be finished in five threads or less, why focus on the pears and have the plotline be rushed and confusing?

>>34828237

Okay then.

We go on Idol Bashers 2 alongside Darius, Valk and Elda and using the downtime to forward Elda's romance plot and gain points in the relationship meter. We operate from the BART, which has been tricked out to be some form of steampunky machine of axing and blunderbussy goodness. Our main goal is to obtain only the finest Boston Creams for our impeccable donut collection.

While this is happening, when we have a bit of time free, we nail all three members of the Himawari Force (who have come back as evil or something for the story, I don't know) while making sure Elda doesn't find out because it would hurt our waifu chances.

Deep enough for you?

>>34828331
What about svenja?

>>34828343

Knew I forgot something. We'll give her the donuts after the mission.

Sensually.

Then for good measure we'll lock the Millenium Man in the Homo Shower for the typical everyone-is-laughing ending.

>>34828370
Shove Marek in there instead.

Fucker's gonna be a prick, he's gonna want some dick.

>>34828370
>Then for good measure we'll lock the Millenium Man in the Homo Shower for the typical everyone-is-laughing ending.
And that's when he reveals he is the shower's true master as shower spouts sprout from the walls and begin dousing everyone on the Brick. Sensually.

>>34828370
>Homo Shower
Should we warn them of it's danger?

By the way. The Millennium Man is a badass name.

>>34828427

And deny them their initiation?

>>34828490
I told you Marek, I told you about the shower, now come here so I can tell you about man sensuallity

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>>34828490
I'm imagining the Himawari force discovering it together. It's...nice.

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>>34828561
Thunder-Miyutit's tits when

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>>34828217
I'm 100% with you on that one anon. It's the best speculation I've read.

I have a new computer, so take this pic that came with my windows installation as approval

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>>34828655
Thank you.

Best waifu.

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>>34828729
You are.

>>34828729
Fuck you.

>>34828729
TOMAHAWK
I never get tired of this shit

>>34828729
Low blow It's Elda

>>34828729

BART

>>34828729
CAN WE JUST FUCKING CONTINUE ALREADY?

>>34828729
Svenja

>>34828799
Seriously. It's been over an hour, man.

>>34828799
Not that you've gone & raised your e-voice at him. Now Fall Guy's gonna be hiding in the corner afraid you'll hit him for at least ten minutes. Hope you're proud of yourself.

>>34828816
Except it hasn't.

>>34828844

Last story post by Fall Guy:
>>34827348

Last post by Fall Guy confirming what our action is:
>>34827601

“You know,” you say, clasping your hands behind your back and trying to look somewhat less threatening, “This is exactly what they’d want you to do.”

Antonin’s eyes narrow suspiciously. You assume they’re at your words, not the microscopic step forwards you’ve just taken. “What do you mean?”

“NeoLogos. They clearly didn’t want the world… no Human Space itself. They didn’t want anyone to find out what they’re doing here. Think about it. Does taking these hostages, making a scene like this, does it really help people believe your words?”

Antonin’s jaw muscles clench, and he looks away towards the ground. “No. No I suppose not.”

“Exactly!”

Another step

“To everyone else, you’re just another disturbed nocon. Who’s going to believe you.”

Another step.

“Really, did taking hostages really accomplish your goals? Are people going to believe the asshole who took a whole bunch of office workers hostage?”

Another step.

“Really? What can you hope to accomplish? Do you think taking these people captive will help spread the word of… I don’t even know what. Do you even know?”

Another step.

“I’ve been having weird dreams. Of alien architectures and inhuman life forms. Sometimes I AM one of them. Sometimes I’m seperate. It’s not every night…”

Antonin appears to be transfixed by your words. You continue to move towards him. Almost there….

“There’s this other thing. I can’t really describe it, but it’s huge and hot and humid. It says… It speaks with the voices of millions. They press down on me like a living furnace.”

“And sometimes… most times when I have the dream another being appears. It wants to help me, but it can’t manage to communicate. It tries so hard, but it just can’t manage…”

Antonin swallows. It is his turn to be frightened. “You’re insane.”

“And you’re an idiot,” you reply with a cold smile as your arms lash out and grab the noncon, forcing him into a choke hold.

>Now What?

>>34828888
Now we wait another 2 hours for you to post again.

>>34828892
I'm more than a little drunk and have been running for more than 8 hours.

Luckily the thread is almost done, so you won't have to put up with my slow ass posting for much longer.

>>34828888
Oh yeah, I forgot about the furnace voice from our dreams.

That's the other amalgamation of pear aliens. The one that our off-white shirted pear alien warned us about. They're fighting over us, man.

Rolled 4, 5, 5 = 14 (3d10)

>>34828888
Show the duds. Threaten to blow everyone to kingdom come. Choke the shit out of Antonin so that he can't direct their actions. So ya'know, the usual!

>>34828888
Secure him and order his men to drop their weapons or something, we want to end this peacefully

>>34828928
This. and after antonin is choked out, pick up his pistol.

>>34828888
Show the duds, let Anton's men know that if they try anything we might all end up blown up, but if they calm down and put their weapons down than nobody is going to get hurt and we can all go home in peace.

>>34828968
>we can all go home in peace.
I doubt they'd go home.

>>34828888

Use him as a shield, begin talking down the others.

1) you've been duped! he's a corporate infiltrator. You heard him say it.

2) you're patsies! surrender and they'll be lenient.

3) I got a grenade! pin is pulled. be cool and you'll get out alive and well.

You make sure to keep Antonin muffled. Don’t want him telling the noncons to forget about him, and shoot anyway. Stupid martyr bullshit. “Now everyone let me be very clear. My muscles are not strictly speaking, human. They are the result of extensive and patented genetic engineering. They were actually grown in a lab before being attached to my skeleton over several days of intensive surgery. I can lift up and throw a goddamn sedan. If you happen to think that I am incapable of snapping Antonin’s neck like a fucking toothpick, then you’ve got another thing coming.”

The room is silent. Well more silent than it was a minute ago, when the two of you were arguing. Eventually, one of the noncons speaks up. “What do you want from us?”

You splutter a little. “Wha-what do I want from you? I want you to slather honey inside a tutu and fuck a guy in a wolf fursuit. I WANT YOU TO RELEASE THE HOSTAGES.”

There is a long moment of silence. It is punctuated as one of the noncons, a middle aged woman with frizzy hair, drops her SMG to the ground. It bounces hollowly against the floor carpeting. Gunmetal grey on corporate grey.

“Good,” you say, speaking with a sort of haughty assurance. “Drop your weapons. I’m no legal expert, but I can’t help but think a peaceful resolution to all of this will commute your sentences somewhat.”

More guns fall the the ground. Without Antonin to provide leadership, the noncons seem lost, unwilling or unable to think and act for themselves. They’re probably all a little bit out of their depths. As the last gun falls to the ground, you call in to your squad.

“Hostage situation is resolved. I repeat, hostage situation is resolved. I need some goddamn help processing all these noncons.”

>>34829164
and that's all for tonight folks. Next thread will involve wrap up for himawari arc, probable hanky panky, and hopefully move on to that Elda/mafia subplot that was going on before we got distracted

>>34829183
Alright. Well that was fun. Thanks for running Fall Guy! It was fun as always

>>34829183
what subplot?

>>34829183

Thanks for running. Want an update on the pic from the last thread? It would have been done for this thread except reasons.

>>34829382
hell yeah mang

>>34829281
It was more or less player speculation. Elda was being weird about dropping against a mafia target or something along those lines. I honestly don't remember which thread it was in so I'm sorry if I can't give you better direction.

>>34829421
I was half joking about the fact that it's been so long I can't remember

>>34828892
You are an asshole sir.

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>>34829421

Doh'k.

Needs serious clean up and detail work, but it is mostly there. I will keep messing with it until I am happy with it. So...like next thread or something.

>>34829507
I'm loving Dreads in that picture man. Shit's excellent

I missed the thread, just caught up but

>>34825825
>“All the guns.”
>and tomahawk follow your assault rifle to the ground.

seemed like a missed opportunity to go all CQC blender on the noncoms when we got close to Antonin, and impress the rookies, a shame that this mission, which is a fucking cakewalk, was so mediocre for us, this shit should have been piss easy and we should have impressed the rookies

>>34829183
thanks for the thread FG,any idea when the next thread will be?
>probable hanky panky
you mean definite after we got jipped from doubleteaming thundertits with Valk