>Wake someone up.
Try to get to know someone and maybe make a friend.

>>276982
You wake up the soldier next to you on a whim; he yawns, regrets not staying at the uni and then looks at you. Intently. Then freezes.

Soldier: What the FU

You grab his head as you muffle his mouth with your other hand, as you give him your best heart-warming smile.

"I'm not going to hurt you!" you whisper, loudly, "I was just so bored!"

His wide open eyes behing the green visor remain frozen; you notice his hand slowly going towards his leg on the other side... so you grab the hand and go up and down, up and down.

"I'm Preah! I'm a Hero of Time! Nice to meet you, whats your name?"

He visibly calms down; then muffles his yelling. "WHaT in the unholy name of FUCK are you doing here?"

"Oh, I just... couldn't afford the trip" you shrug, still smiling. "You know how it is."

"THIS IS A MILITARY TR-"

"Shh..." you cover his mouth, again. "You can keep a little secret, right?"

He gives the look he would have to give to his son if he asked him to wear a skirt at the first day of school. In the ghetto. Then, he sighs and shakes his head.

"Good!" you try your best to be cute.

>Ask about him
>Talk about me; ask him for insight
>"I'm stuck in this part, wanna play with me?"

>Ask about him
Where does he come from or why did he join the army?

>>276998

"I want to know all about you! What's your name? What do you like? Do you read? What do you do when there's nothing to do? Have you ever been in jail? It can get so boring, so boring!"

"I like getting drunk and taking a good shit."

You wait a bit for him to finish, but it seems he already has.

"That's so nice!" You shake, excitedly. "What do you do for fun?"

"Hit black people. Seriously, what's going on?"

"You tell and I tell! Fair?"

"Yeah. Fair. Fuck. Well, lemme see... I've been under Judge Zerhte like, I dunno, five fucking years already, so you can guess I'm more than fairly fucking used to this magnanimous kind of bullshit."

"Woah, five years! That's a long time!"

"How old are you?"

"In Arma years? Six!"

"Fresh out of the fucking island and already a Hero of Time. Sweet fuck." He scratches his head, until he realizes he has the helmet still on. "Well, I'm called Serma. Now, what the fuck?"

"PEDRO, SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

It's one of the other soldiers; he rolls back, and soon he's snoring again. From behind the green visor, you can tell Pedro is looking at his pal with intent, burning rage and a fairly big desire for setting his ass on fire as he sleeps. He then turns to you.

"Your turn."

>"I have a secret mission!" Because it wouldn't be polite to say "I was just bored."; even if it is the truth.
>"I was just bored."

>>276998

"Why did you join the army? Where did you come from?"

Behind the green visor, one of his eyes twitches. "We had a deal."

You pout; he's looking at you with cold, wide open eyes.

"I come from the Sixth and I joined the Befimith because I was a lazy, lazy retard."

"You seem angry! Are you angry? Can I hug you?"

He scowls at you, longly, as you maintain your smirk and look at him in the eyes for a while, as the sound of water rushing under the craft fills the background.

"Fuck it, guess I need it."

You whisper-laugh and almost jump at him; he pats your back slowly as you hug him and rub your cheeks against his helmet.

"Now tell me."

>"I have a secret mission!" Because it wouldn't be polite to say "I was just bored."; even if it is the truth.
>"I was just bored."

>>277015
>>"I was just bored."

>>277018

"I was just bored" he mimicks you, angry; it comes out pretty comical, "so I infiltrated in a Iva-Novus TA under Zerhte! Holy mother of-"

A blunt sound and you turn your head; the soldier that called him Pedro is now standing, and as he takes his helmet off reveals a bald, black to brown head over a white top tank covering a very, very fit body, holding his chest armor on one hand; he drops it on the floor, the sound waking everybody up as someone turns on the lights.

"You fucked up, mi amigo."

"WAIT" says Pedro, as he's lifted from the seat and crushed against the floor, the black man holding him down with a knee on his back as the rest of the soldiers look dumbfolded and take off their helmets; you don't.

"Bring me the rasuradora." says the fit black man on a white tank top.

>Help
>Don't help

>>277029
>Help

>>277050

"Stop!"

And they do. Now everyone is staring at you, a soldier drops his cigarrete from his wide open mouth.

"EVERYBODY; CALM YOUR TITS."

It's Pedro, from the floor. The black man looks at him under his knee, then at you.

"Is that a motherfucking Arma-"

"I'm a Hero of Time!" you smile at him widely. Your smile wanes as you notice most soldiers are actually aiming at you with rifles and guns. You tilt your head. "Be careful; that could bounce!"

The black man blinks, a confused look on his face. Then he gets serious.

"Speak, motherfucker."

"I KNOW JACK SHIT YOU FUCKTARD, LET ME GO."

"Nigga did you just got a fucking Arma on mah ship?" it's one of the soldiers thats aiming at you, he still has his helmet on. His voice sounds kinda shrill. "YOU CRAZY?"

"I'm Preah!"

And a powerful explosion sounds in the distance; it somehow feels to be part of your introduction. It takes all the sights from you, and now eveybody is rushing towards a window or through the aisle into the cockpit room. You follow one of them; as you look at the tiny screen under the main window, the pilots and soldiers look silently at you. Then a single ear-shattering scream breaks the silence.

"DARKLIIIIIGHTS!"

You rush towards the cargo room; the main door is now open towards the empty dark sea, still moving fast under the aircraft.

"Darklights", as you faintly recall, is a particular kind of light that, instead of illuminathing things, obscures them. It's been used widely in the military (and has seen uses in tv shows, theaters and the like) ever since the "They" showed up and humanity managed to scrap a few of them to understand it's works. You are quickly reminded of how a "They" looks like as a powerful, bright light flashes from the two giant lanterns at the side of the ship; you just forgot how big they can get.

You open your moth slightly at the gigantic goliath of dark technology following the ship, sinking slowly in the sea, then tearing the seas apart as it rises in omnious silence; it seems to be gaining on you. You approach the ledge and take a deep breath as everybody around you scream and panic, feeling how your long hair is being pushed by the wind.

You are Preah. An Arma. "Hero of Time" is just an honorary title meant as a bad joke, but you'd rather just play along with it to feign innocence.

>Jump at the "They"; it may be easier to reach its weak spots before it eats the ship.
>Fight the "They" from the ship; it might take longer, but this way you can deflect its ranged attacks.

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>>277073
>Jump at the "They"; it may be easier to reach its weak spots before it eats the ship.
I have no idea what's going on.

>>277077

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING Ooooon...!" the voice vanishing as you jump and produce a thin, long spike from under your arm and pierce the colossus just as it rises from the endless water. Your body lingers in the air as the giant chases the tiny cargo ship...

And it takes you down with it, into the deep dark sea. Your eyes open, and you let them wander upwards towards the faint stain of light; that's where Pedro is! You are then reminded that you have to shut down the "They" as it rises again towards the cloudy black sky, "this is fun why did no one told me I’m having fun fun is nice" you think as you try to grab the moon; it's like the clouds are curtains you could simply move aside.

Then all your hair is standing and you are brutally smashed into the water. Right, this thing is dangerous.

>Attempt to disengage ranged weaponry on the "They" first and foremost; it's still gaining on the ship though, and may try to swallow it whole.
>Attempt to completely shut down the big thing by going after the core; it will most likely shoot at the cargo ship, but that's what EKE fields are for.

>>277101
>Attempt to disengage ranged weaponry on the "They" first and foremost; it's gaining on the ship, and may try to swallow it whole.

>>277108

"GOG" is a particular kind of gas, able to receive and transmit electrical currents; much like a muscle, it's also capable to harden itself, so one could be forgiven to think an Arma is doing telekineses when a dish is floating towards her on the distance.
Armas are specifically designed and trained from the very day of their birth to manipulate and produce GOG gas, which could easily be considered their invisible limb.

Except for you. You don't have GOG gas.

You make your way through the silent goliath of alien technology by sticking your spikes in an out of climbing out of sheer power of will, until you finally reach those strange, giant balls on it's odd, squarely shaped head; you maul them with your head over and over until they crack. As the red, dense liquid spills all over your body you are lifted again towards the sky and once near the moon you look down at the now very small cargo ship. You run over its head and jump, and now you are sliding from its "neck" towards the big, gray ball in its chest.

The beast dies out midair, and you fall into the water.
You rise from the water just in time to watch it fall over your free means of transport, and sink it into the sea along the muffled screams.

You flinch slightly.

Aaand thats it! Gotta work, thanks anons for the fuel!

I know nothing makes sense and everything is so vague; I just wrote without thinking ahead.
It was fun. =w=

>>277134
Just wanted to see how this end out of curiosity. Thanks for the thread!

>>277143
Preah simply stares into the sky until the current drags her to land again. There she gets a job at a restaurant and finds Pedro chopping onions, his helmet still on; he curses longly under his breath when he sees her.

Resuming the test quest!

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"No fucking way man."

You are Pedro, a simple soldier under of float Befimith under Judge Zerhte; and have been just told that you are now in charge of a stray Arma by the name of Preah, who accidentally sank your cargo aircraft.

"No. Fucking. Way."

You know the helmet muffles your voice, so you try, with less hope by the word, to make your point across. The commander smirks at you, more out of politeness than anything because he knows for sure you'll end up doing it anyway because your word means jack shit here.

"At least tell me why."

"Why."

"Nice joke you ear licking asshole."

"Beware!" He crosses his arms, frowning his eyebrows "You are insulting a superior officer! This behavior will not stand!"

He says it in jest and you fucking know it; that guy swears worst than you and you took his ass out of a burocratic sinkhole three years ago in the Sixth. You just nod a few times and point at him with your finger as you turn around and leave. Fucker.

AND THERE SHE IS HOLY FUCK WHY DOES SHE SMILE SO MUCH. In the middle of the door, waving a hand over her head, the girl behind her giving up on patting her back and instead just trying to squeeze her way into the office.

You walk up to her... she jumps at you and hugs you, and think about sighing as the other girl rushes by your side. Yeah, Preah's a cutie alright, but you can bet your sorry ass you didn't come here on a vacation and spending your little free time babysitting an Arma out of sheer bad fucking luck just doesn't feel like a welcome sight for now.
Because you like to drink. And shit, And beat the shit out of drunken people, and sometimes even getting beat feels good.

And you can't even fuck her.

You push her back almost gently and she looks at you in the visor.

>Explain things politely and attempt to reason with her; what happens if you do this, what happens if you do that, why is it bad... it might be hard given how she is, but maybe she will care.
>Threaten her, at least a little; she's like a little kid that can murder a "They" with her bare hands. It DOES seem cruel, but at least you ensure no shitstorm hits you by surprise.

Fixed a bit!

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"No fucking way man."

You are Pedro, a simple soldier under of float Befimith under Judge Zerhte; and have been just told that you are now in charge of a stray Arma by the name of Preah, who accidentally sank your cargo aircraft.

"No. Fucking. Way."

You know the helmet muffles your voice, so you try, with less hope by the word, to make your point across. The commander smirks at you, more out of politeness than anything because he knows for sure you'll end up doing it anyway because your word means jack shit here.

"At least tell me why."

"Why."

"Nice joke you ear licking asshole."

"Beware!" He crosses his arms, frowning his eyebrows "You are insulting a superior officer! This behavior will not stand!"

He says it in jest and you fucking know it, the guy once called a kid a ball-juggling cock-goblin, and you also took his ass out of a burocratic sinkhole three years ago in the Sixth. You just nod over a few times, and point at him with your finger as you turn around and leave. Fucker.

AND THERE SHE IS HOLY FUCK WHY DOES SHE SMILE SO MUCH. Standing in the middle of the door, waving a hand over her head as a woman in formal suit behind her gives up on patting her back, and instead just tries to squeeze by her side into the office. Unsuccesfully.

You walk up to her... she lunges at you and hugs, as you think about sighing while the other girl rushes by your side. Yeah, Preah's a cutie alright, but you can bet your sorry ass you didn't come here on a vacation, and spending your little free time babysitting an Arma out of sheer bad luck or some fucker on a whim just doesn't feel like a welcoming sight for now.
Because you like to drink. And shit, And beat the shit out of drunken people, and sometimes even getting beat up feels good.

And you can't even fuck her.

You push her back almost gently. She looks at you in the visor, somewhat deeply.

>Explain things politely and attempt to reason with her; what happens if you do this, what happens if you do that, why is it bad... it might be hard given how she is, but maybe she will care.
>Threaten her, at least a little; she's like a little kid that can murder a "They" with her bare hands. It DOES seem cruel, but at least you ensure no shitstorm hits you by surprise.

>>281563
>Explain things politely and attempt to reason with her; what happens if you do this, what happens if you do that, why is it bad... it might be hard given how she is, but maybe she will care.

>>281563
>Threaten
we need to give her the spice she needs.

>>281563
>>Threaten her, at least a little; she's like a little kid that can murder a "They" with her bare hands. It DOES seem cruel, but at least you ensure no shitstorm hits you by surprise.