Welcome to No One Gets Left Behind.

To recap: You've just found out the Dominion Fleet has left the planet, leaving all of you stranded until they come back (if they come back). After fending off an attack from the savage black-faced Deinonychus pride, you tried to explore inside this Starship that F-Sergeant Whitney has made a home out of and has invited you all to stay in.

But tensions are starting to rise and people's true colors are starting to unravel.

Here is the Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=No+One+Gets+Left+Behind


As per usual, I'm leaving this OP up overnight and we shall begin updating in earnest once I get back from work tomorrow. Until then, see you.

>>3109511
>> Go find Tierney.

>>3109511
>> “I’m just concerned given what went on with Godwin out there.”

>>3109511
>> “I’m just concerned given what went on with Godwin out there.”
Also keep butchering dat pachy. Delicious meat.

>>3109511
> “I’m just concerned given what went on with Godwin out there.”

>>3109511
>>> “I’m just concerned given what went on with Godwin out there.”

We've really got to deal with Tierney, I say next time we hunt we should tie up one of those small animes, drag it back to camp and have her shoot it in the face. I don't know if Tierney likes our Pet Dino but if she does then threaten to have Burke shoot it if she doesn't kill the animal. Carrot isn't working, we need to teach her like how dad taught us

>>3109733
Getting real sick of her shit
I think we should just give up on her be honest. Chuck her in the rear guard/give her cooking and cleaning duties

>>3109733
Fuck it, we'll do that. If she can't kill, then she'll be quartermaster. I like Tierney, but if she can't fight, she can't fight.

>>3109733
*animals, dunno how anime got involved

>>3109733
We talked about what to do last thread and it involved taking her off of combat duty and putting her to use INSIDE the ship, safe and sound. We're going to have to tease what other skills she has out of her, but she should be able to perform much better without the stress of constantly fearing for her life.

Some people just aren't made for combat. Not only that, but I'm pretty sure she's a conscript.

>>3110220
We'll sit down with her and see what she has experience with

Update coming. Stand by.

> “I’m just concerned given what went on with Godwin out there.”

“I’m just concerned given what went on with Godwin out there,” you say. Graves tilts her head, confused.

Wexley says, “Oh, Godwin grabbed Tierney’s ass and Tierney nearly broke his wrist.” Yes, thanks for the explanation, Wexley. Graves however looks ready to blow a gasket, furious as can be. “You know, he was doing his typical creeper schtick.”

“That inbred hick motherfrakker!” Graves shouts. “So he likes grabbing butts, does he!?” She starts to storm towards the door, outraged. “I’ll show him-“ You grab her arms and quickly press her down into place, stopping her. “Ah, frak you!”

“We can deal with it later,” you say. Graves rolls her eye, snorting. “Besides, Tierney almost broke his wrist anyway, I think he’s learned his lesson enough. Let’s not send him on a rollercoaster of beatings.” Much as you’d love to. You can’t completely antagonize Godwin just for this. “Look.” You take Graves over to the door, leaving Wexley to start chopping the meat up. “It was kind of out of character for her to do something like that. You know, Tierney’s so gentle and then out comes that. Plus, there’s still the issue of her just-”

Graves holds up her hand. “I’m gonna stop you right there, Daddy. Tierney looks up to you, you know.”

“I know that,” you say.

“She totally wants to bang you too,” she says.

“… yes I know that,” you say, quietly. “I mean, I told her that she didn’t need to repay me with sex just for saving her life, you know?”

“Yeah, she told me that,” Graves explains. She folds her arms. “Listen, can I give you my honest input on that?” You nod. Graves has never steered you too wrong on these things. “Tierney’s crushing on you really hard, Daddy. You know, aside from the whole thing where she almost died for good and the entire situation she’s in right now, it must’ve taken her quite a lot of willpower just to proposition you for that. And you kind of just assumed she was doing it because she felt –obligated- to do so.” She… You blink, listening. “She wasn’t. She wanted that.”

“You’re saying the way she is now, that’s my fault?” you ask.

“No, not at all, you have every right to say no,” Graves says. “But you telling her that must have really put a damper on things for her. I’ll be honest, it’s a no-win situation for you. You have sex with her, you might feel obligated to coddle her and she doesn’t get any better. And worse, one of you dies and the other goes nuts and best case turns into a Section 8. You refuse, she gets depressed and well, here we are.” Her face turns down into an expression of both concern and sorrow. It’s contagious, you’re not really glad to be talking about something like this either. “She wants to impress you. She wants to show you she can be a girl for you.”

“Well, what do you expect me to do?” you ask. “I’ve tried to train her, I’ve tried to show her how to do things. She freezes in combat, hell, she almost got me killed. She did it again just last night,” you remark. Graves nods, understanding. “I- I can’t be there for her all the time. She’d probably be safer here inside the ship doing… cooking or cleaning or maintenance work.”

“I agree,” says Graves. “I can’t really tell you what else to do except be careful.”

“She’s not going to die while I’m here, that’s for sure,” you say.

“No. I’m not saying that,” Graves says. “I’m saying watch out for –her-.” What? Tierney? Is she serious? Graves steps up, whispering to you. “Some people are really good at hiding how frakking crazy they can get when shit gets serious. Don’t give Tierney too much grief.” She pats your arm, nodding. You nod back.

…

Graves stands around. “You know, I don’t really have anything else to say so I’m not sure why you’re still here.”

> Go help Wexley butcher the Pachy.
> “I mean, you mentioned you’d suck my cock if I let you.”
> Go find Tierney, straighten some things out you suppose.
> Other

>>3110889
>> Go help Wexley butcher the Pachy.

>>3110889
>> Go find Tierney, straighten some things out you suppose.

>>3110889
>> Go find Tierney, straighten some things out you suppose.
Settle this first before this gets out of hand.

>>3110889
>> Go find Tierney, straighten some things out you suppose.
Oh boy, this is going to be painful fun

>>3110889
> Go help Wexley butcher the Pachy.
Give her some space before you all mess it up further.

>>3111102
Yeah, maybe you're right. I'll change my vote to this.

>>3111102
She had time to simmer when we were hunting. Any more time and it makes it seem that we're ignoring her

> Go help Wexley butcher the Pachy.

“Well. That Pachy isn’t going to butcher itself,” you remark. You walk on over to the lab table, where Wexley has managed to succeed in cutting the tail into ten separate yet equal portions. He then cuts those portions into something manageable by halving them, sort of like the filet on a fish. He cuts around the bone then places down the juicy meat on the lab table to rest. Meat with the tough leathery skin. Might need to skin it later you suppose. “How’s this coming along?”

“Tail was easy enough,” he says. “The rest of the body though is going to be an adventure I’d reckon.”

“Fair,” you say. “How about we gut him then butterfly him?” you ask.

“Good idea.” He gently sticks the knife into the skin, then starts cutting. You’re immediately assaulted by an incredible smell. “Augh! Frak!” You wave your hand in front of your nose. Graves simply pinches it shut, glaring at it.

Graves huffs. “And I thought they smelled bad on the outside.” Wexley proceeds to pull the intenstines out and drop them into the bucket. Surprisingly enough, the internals seem to more or less resemble something you’d find on any Dominion planet. It has intestines for one thing. Guts, bladder, heart, lungs, everything else. No organs that you can see that seem foreign to you. They all appear recognizable. Though, what you’re going to do with the guts is another question. You don’t want to just waste them, you’re no savage.

Wexley points to the head. “Hey, go ahead and cut the head for me, boy.” You nod, then pull your machete out. You rest the blade at the base of the neck where it meets the shoulders, then chop. The head lops off in one smooth go, rolling off the table. More blood starts seeping down. “Whitney, another bucket please!”

“Jaysus fecking Christ.” Whitney comes over with another bucket to catch the blood from the stump of a neck. Early follows behind her, curiously watching as you two chop the Pachy to pieces. “Augh, smells fecking terrible too. Is this really gonna be our dinner?”

“I hope so,” you say. “Just because it smells bad doesn’t mean it’s rancid. It just means the smell isn’t familiar to us. Once we get it cooking. Or hell. Wait. We should probably boil it, right?”

Wexley blinks, confused. “Why boil it? You ruin the flavor if you boil it.”

“Yeah but think of where this guy’s been, all the shit he eats,” you explain.

“Frak that. You saw him munching on that fruit. He’s probably vegan as frak,” says Wexley. Nielson opens the door, then comes in with a metal box with appears to be a pair of powerpacks and some kind of motor and fan attached to the side. “Is that our cooler, boy?”

“Yep!” Nielson grins. “Didn’t take too long to rig up though holy shit, you guys have been busy.” You and Wexley are now busy separating the ribs from the spine. “Damn. We having a barbecue or something?” You wish. There’s no sauce or anything. Though, given what’s outside, maybe you can whip something up. Nielson walks up and picks up a piece of tail meat. “Wow, this looks pretty chewy.”

“Don’t eat that raw,” you warn. Nielson quickly puts it down. “Anyway Wexley, helps to be safe.”

“Yeah, but…” Wexley sighs.

Nielson snaps his fingers. “Oh. Boss.” You look at him. “Hey, you respond to boss, hehe!” He grins, sniggering. You shrug. May as well. “Listen, uh. Lieutenant Harrell wants you for an away mission.” He steps up to you. “He wants Joffrey found as soon as possible. Either we get him back or we at least confirm he's dead.”

“Joffrey? No way we’re getting him back, not in this environment,” says Wexley. Nielson cringes a little, obviously thinking of what happened to Horner and Bakker.

Whitney tilts her head, confused. “Who’s Joffrey?”

“Our combat engineer, an actual one,” you explain. “He came up with Lieutenant Harrell in the same platoon but he got missing when Harrell sent him, Horner, and Bakker to look for the transmitter. Horner and Bakker bit it. But Joffrey’s missing.” Whitney nods, sorrowful, not sure of what to say then. “And I understand but that’s a tall order. We just fought off an attack yesterday. There’s no telling if they’ll come back. Or hell, if they’re waiting for us to leave.”

Nielson nods. “Yeah. He was debating sending Burke. But he wants to send one or the other, not both. He says having you both away at one time is what got Joffrey and his team in their mess.” You won’t feel guilty. At least, you try not to. “Should I tell him to send Burke instead? I mean, you’re still healing and everything. She’s still able.”

> “Yeah. Have him send Burke.”
> “No. I’ll go once we finish with this.”
> “Tell him to hold on, I’ll go talk with him about it once I get time.”
> Other

>>3110889
I feel like we should have said “I mean, you mentioned you’d suck my cock if I let you.” to her before walking off to help Wexley.

>>3111201
>> “No. I’ll go once we finish with this.”

>>3111201
> “Tell him to hold on, I’ll go talk with him about it once I get time.”
We'll go after we talk to Tierney and pack some supplies.

>>3111216
sure

>>3111204
Would kinda ruin the seriousness at that point IMO. But something to keep in mind.
>>3111201
> “Tell him to hold on, I’ll go talk with him about it once I get time.”

>>3111228
seems like she enjoys teasing us, so why not tease her back and keep a serious face and tone while doing so?

>>3111332
I get what you're saying, but we haven't been leading her on before, and a change in character might not be best

>>3111201
>Tell him to hold on, I’ll go talk with him about it once I get time.”
Bad idea - Joff is gone. LT needs to accept that

>>3111368
Whatever happened to no man left behind

> “Tell him to hold on, I’ll go talk with him about it once I get time.”

“Tell him to hold on, I’ll go talk with him about it once I get time. Right now we’re in the middle of a delicate operation here butchering this here, Pachy.” You blink, remembering something. “Did you manage to save those Dimmies too?” you ask.

He nods, smiling. “They’re in the cooler already.” He opens the cooler up, a blast of cold air comes out to reveal the Dimorphodons in there being cooled and preserved. Excellent. And there should be enough room for at least some of the Pachy meat as well. Heck, if anything, you might need a second cooler. Question is, where are you going to get ice? “Want me to pluck them? I’ve plucked chickens before. These don’t seem any different.”

“Go ahead,” you say. “But do it carefully.” Nielson takes one then starts pulling the feathers off of one of them, carefully and neatly. Meanwhile Wexley plants down one side of ribs down. The size of that side, it could probably last this entire group two days or so. This Pachy alone is probably worth at least a few days worth of meat. Seems this hunting trip was worthwhile. You can’t imagine how much meat could be in one of those Parasaurolophuses though. That’d be a dream.

“Alright.” Wexley smiles, placing down one of the legs onto the floor as he gathers up the tail sides. “We’ll save the tails. And the larger portions, like the flank and the legs, I think we’ll eat first. Best to get the large meat out of the way so it don’t take up too much space in the cooler.”

“Fine by me,” you say. “You know how to cook?”

“Yeah. I think we need a fire though, ration heaters aren’t going to cut it here,” he remarks. That’s a fair observation given the amount of meat here. “Plus, we’re going to run out of salt and pepper packets from our C-Rations too. We won’t have any seasoning in maybe a week or two.” You didn’t think of that, frak. Oh well, bland meat is better than no meat. “But hey, successful mission to grab some meat. I think we did well.”

“I don’t think, I know,” you say. “This was a good idea you had, Wex.” He grins, nodding.

Whitney shudders, watching as Nielson plucks and skins one of the Dimorphodons. “But do ya have to do this in my lab?” She almost slips on a stray puddle of blood. “It’s so unsanitary!”

“Hey, this is our lab now,” says Wexley.

“There’s like other labs you can use though,” Whitney remarks. “Heck, Tombs and Stoakes had an entire one for themselves the night before come the night previous!”

“Did they even have sex?” asks Nielson. “I don’t- I mean, I’m not sure I heard anything.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me if they didn’t,” Graves says. “Tombs is a little…” She makes a whirling motion near her ear. “He’s a good guy. But still. Not to mention he’d probably split Stoakes in half.” Wexley and Nielson start sniggering quietly. “Oh, very mature you two.” You cover your mouth, exhaling very quietly, trying not to burst into laughter at the mental image. “Oh come on, even you, Daddy?”

“No, no,” you say. “Just-… it’s nothing.” She rolls her eye.

“I’m going to go check on Tierney and that Steno,” she says as she walks to the door. You notice again that slight sashay to her hips as she walks away. Wexley notices too, judging by the slight whistling noise as she sorts out the meat. She’s out of the door right quick.

Nielson smirks. “Well, I think I-“ He turns and sees Early quietly standing next to him. “AGH! Son of a- Oh. Early!” Nielson holds his chest, shaking a little. “You scared me. D- Don’t just stand there quietly like that.”

Whitney pouts then says, “Hey, don’t be rude. She just wants to see how you’re plucking them things.” Early nods, curious.

After a few seconds of processing that, Nielson nods slowly. “Um, alright. Well. Here, let me show you, Early.” Early leans on the table, watching as Nielson rolls up his sleeves (very slowly, as if to show off) before he starts plucking more feathers off of the Dimorphodon. “It’s pretty simple. Even you can do it with some practice. Important part is to be patient, because you might tear the skin and that makes more work for you when you have to clean up the meat.” Early nods, watching closely with those rather empty looking eyes of hers.

> Go see Lieutenant Harrell, and see what he wants done specifically in terms of finding Joffrey.
> Follow Graves and check on Tierney and the Steno.
> Help prepare the meat. Maybe you can figure out what to have for your next meal too.
>> Talk with anyone in particular? (Who?)
> Other

>>3111400
>> Follow Graves and check on Tierney and the Steno.
Can we give a peice of meat to our hostage? See what the reaction is
We still need to give a share to the Deinos. Need to appease the locals.

>>3111408
Meat offering to the Good Dinosaur is possible, yes.

>>3111413
How about leaving one for the locals?

>>3111416
Also possible yes.

>>3111408
Sure, lets bring some meat to our lil dino

fuck the locals though

>>3111400
>> Go see Lieutenant Harrell, and see what he wants done specifically in terms of finding Joffrey.

>>3111420
Why? I think it would warm us up to them

>>3111400
>Follow Graves and check on Tierney and the Steno.

>>3111422
They killed two of our team. The only ones we're not killing are red and his friends

>>3111400
Seconding >>3111408

>>3111425
O-oh yeah
Wait, I'm talking about the tribe, Toothy and the like
Not the machine gun deinos, fuck those guys I agree

>>3111400
>> Go see Lieutenant Harrell, and see what he wants done specifically in terms of finding Joffrey.

> Follow Graves and check on Tierney and the Steno.

You decide to leave and see where Graves goes. For now, it’s best to check on Tierney perhaps and see how she’s getting along.

You walk down the hallway, finding Hood talking with Connell. “And boom! Fast as lightning, she grabs his wrist and starts breaking it in her hand like it’s nothing!”

Hood waves it off, grimacing. “Get outta here. Tierney couldn’t break a leg if she fell off a building.” You decide to ignore those two for now. It’s not like you can stop the spread of rumors anyway. And besides, once they see you, they stop their gossiping and immediately change the topic. “Besides that, you hear the stuff they just brought on? I hear we’re going to eat some real meat tonight, not none of that stuff in the C-Rations.”

“Shit, I helped bring that stuff in, looks delicious,” Connell says.

You walk up to the lab, then open the door to find Tierney sitting on a box with Graves standing next to her. Tierney has her rifle resting in her lap as she stares at the Steno. You walk inside then find the Steno pulling out wires from beneath the floor panel. What the hell? You look at Tierney. Tierney looks at you, forlorn. “It’s just been exploring the lab, Connell tells me.” She points to a pile of scrap metal and debris on a table next to it. “I think it might be trying to build something.”

“Hopefully not a radio,” you say. You reach into your satchel and pull out a piece of tail meat. The Steno stops its exploration and immediately fixes its eyes on the piece. You toss it to him. He catches in its mouth then immediately starts chewing and munching. He probably hasn’t eaten anything that sizable in a while, so for him probably a welcome relief. Hopefully he’ll understand you have more and he’ll get more if he behaves. “How are you doing, Tierney?” She shrugs, glancing at the floor.

Graves folds her arms, tilting her head. “Daddy, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you only came in here because I did. Are you fixing for a threesome or something?” Tierney immediately goes bright red before shoving Graves away. “What? I didn’t ask you. I mean, you can be part of it sure but don’t get pissed at me.”

“Graves, please,” you say. Graves snorts, rubbing her hands lightly. “Tierney?”

“I’m fine,” she mutters. “I hear you had a good hunt.”

“Picked up a Pachy and some birds,” you explain. “They’ll feed us for a while. Not to mention hopefully we’ll see if we can eat other things on this planet. Maybe even leave an offering for the Deinos, see if we can appease them or at least get the Reds on our side.” You wouldn’t mind getting the Blacks, but given what they tried to do yesterday, you’re not so sure. Tierney nods, not looking at you. In fact, she seems to be trying to avert her gaze. “Listen, Tierney. Um, I just wanted to talk with you-“

“About last night?” she asks. You shrug. She’s got it on the money. You were actually kind of hoping you’d ease her into this but it seems she realizes her situation. “I-… I’m sorry. I can’t say much else but that. I-… I just never seen anything like that before. There’s no Dominion robot like that. Plus, I’ve always been afraid of needles too. I mean, aren’t you?” You are, but that’s not relevant. She looks at the Steno as it eats the meat. It’s savoring it, before taking a look at Tierney. Tierney glances away, to which the Steno keeps on eating, ignoring her. After a few seconds, Tierney huffs. She steps off the crate then looks you dead in the eye. “Look, I’m begging you. I know I messed up. But give me one more chance to make things right. I hear Lieutenant Harrell wants to go looking for Joffrey. If you take me with you, I won’t let you down, I promise. This time for sure.” Graves tilts her head, looking at you expectantly. Seems she’s right on the money.

> “Graves. Give us a minute.”
> “Tierney, I’m sorry. But I’m not sure I can trust you on that.”
> “Alright. This one chance.”
> Other

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It's late, so I must go to bed. We'll resume in the morning however so go ahead and leave your votes in. Hope you're all enjoying yourselves.

>>3111642
>“Alright. This one chance.”

>>3111642
>> “Tierney, I’m sorry. But I’m not sure I can trust you on that.”

>>3111642
>Alright. This one chance.
>But you know that there are ways to help without being a frontline soldier...
>Delve into the importance of logistics to the functioning of any military force

>>3111703
She's asking to go with us to get Jofferey. This can only end in disaster.

>>3111642
>> “Tierney, I’m sorry. But I’m not sure I can trust you on that.”

>>3111714
Well I don’t think anyone should go searching for him.

I think we just take her on a short scope recon mission, that should appease both her and the LT.

We’ll need a third party member though - probably Hood.

>>3111721
Seriously what ever happened to no one gets left behind. He was kind of a dick but that doesn't mean we should just leave him to die. I mean he's at least useful enough in a fight unlike some people.

>>3111642
>> “Alright. This one chance.”

>>3111642
>> “Alright. This one chance.”
But at the same time, didn't Harrell say he only wanted to send ONE of us? Not to mention, if Tierney gets fucked again we might not be able to save her. Burke also being there last time is what prevented casualties.

>>3111642
>> Other
"I'm willing to give you another chance, but not for this one."
I mean getting back Joffrey is going to be risky anyway.

>>3111776
Actually, yeah. Switching to this. She'll get another chance, just not for a search and rescue mission.

>>3111642
Basically combining >>3111703
and >>3111776

>"Harrell said he only wanted one person to go, and the choice was either me or Burke. I'm willing to give you a chance, but unfortunately this isn't the best time for it. That said, I promise- you'll get your opportunity. In the meantime, though, I want to see what you can do to help around the base. The hard news of it is, we're likely going to be here for a while, and that means we're going to have to figure out some method of sustainable logistics and supplies. And I'm not blowing smoke when I say I'd feel a lot better having a couple of folks putting the majority of their brainpower to that little problem for now. I can hunt, scout, and even give orders, sure, but we need to figure out exact food and weapon rotations, supply estimates and rationing, and more. Could I count on you to start on that while I'm gone?"

>>3111776
Supporting this.

>>3111642
> Other
I''ll go look for Joffery alone, but I'll take you on a mission after with less risk.

No need to make things hard, and we can better control the environment she will be in.

>>3111642
> “Alright. This one chance.”

> “Alright. This one chance.”
> Other

“Tierney, Lieutenant Harrell probably only wants me to go. Either me or Burke. Now, I’m willing to give you a chance but I can’t take you out this time. Not the best time.” She deflates a little, her pleading expression replaced with a somewhat disappointed one. “That said, I promise you, you’ll get your chance. In the meantime, I want you to see what you can do to help around the ship. Bitter truth is that we’re stuck here, who knows how long, could be a long time. And that means trying to sustain ourselves.” Tierney nods slowly, listening. Graves places her hands on her hips, watching quietly. “Now, I’m not blowing smoke here when I say I’d feel better having a couple of folks helping out with that, figuring things out. I scout, I hunt, I can lead too, but we should figure out our inventory, our food, rationing, everything. Can I count on you to start on that?”

Tierney takes a breath, nodding. “Y-… Yeah!” She takes a firmer expression on, nodding more eagerly. “You can count me.”

“Right. And if you need help here, Graves can help you,” you say. “Right, Graves?”

“I’ll treat her like my bottom bitch,” Graves states. You glare at him. Take this serious, Graves. “Fine, fine. I’ll show her. Jeez.” Tierney nods, smiling at her, then back at you. “Tierney, once your watch is up, come find me. I want to get an inventory on how many meds we got and what we can distribute to everyone.”

“Got it!” Tierney grins, sitting back down.

“Alright.” Graves pats Tierney’s head, to which Tierney giggles at being praised. “Ugh, I hate being patted on the head, you know. I can’t believe people actually like that.” Tierney stops giggling, looking at her strangely. “Sorry, I’m not saying you’re strange- just-… whatever.” Graves quickly steps past, heading out.

Tierney points to her. “You know, sometimes I wonder whether Graves is actually serious about what she says or not.”

“We’re in agreement.” You see the Steno out of the corner of your eye pull out your watch. “Hey.” You turn to him. The Steno clicks its teeth, then steps on over. Tierney quickly stands up and levels her rifle at it. “Whoa, whoa.” You grab the barrel, lowering it. The Steno snorts, then holds out the watch in its claws.

It’s giving your watch back? You take it then take a look at it.

… the hell? The watch arms are working now. And they’re-… They’re actually set to relatively what time it should be too! You look at the Steno. It gives a toothy grin, wagging its tail at it. Huh. Can’t be underestimated how hard it is to fix a watch, and yet this Lizard with only its claws managed to do it. It turns around before you can say thank you then dives into its scrap pile to start some maniac project.

“I’ll uh… I’ll keep an eye on it, don’t worry. I’ll shout if it’s a gun,” Tierney says. Right.

> Go find Lieutenant Harrell.
> See how progress is coming along on today’s meals.
> Go outside, see how the watchmen are getting on.
> Other

>>3112409
>Go find Lieutenant Harrell.

>>3112409
>> Go find Lieutenant Harrell.
>>3112409
HELL YEAH BABY WE GOT OUR WATCH BACK

OUR SERIES ARC IS OVER

Graves is truly best girl. When we are finally somewhat safe that bitch is getting some quality protag dick

>>3112440
>wanting used up roastie pussy

>>3112444
>Not wanting a woman who knows how to please a man
Found the incel

>>3112409
> Go outside, see how the watchmen are getting on.
We ARE the leader of the group after all. :D

>>3112409
> Go find Lieutenant Harrell.

>>3112457
>incel buzzword
anon....

>>3112409
Who's a good Steno? You are!

> Go find Lieutenant Harrell.

You find Lieutenant Harrell outside next to the Land Rover with Sergeant Cope and Burke. Burke has a map planted on the hood of the Land Rover, pointing her finger on some points of interest. You manage to catch some of their conversation. “… and right here is where we found Horner and Bakker’s bodies. About say ten klicks north of the river, another klick east or so. Now, Nielson and I had some run-ins with the Lizards. Troodons mostly, but no Stenos. The occasional Raptor Minor.”

“What about any of the bigger ones?” asks Sergeant Cope.

“From what I assume, the larger Lizards, the Ceratos, the Rexes, all those lot, they’re being held back. Seems going into the jungle is not something they want to do willy-nilly,” she explains. “We spotted a Lizard camp north of their bodies here, just a half klick out. Mostly just for the Troodon. We think a pack at least twenty or thirty strong led by a Raptor Major and a small pride of Minors, five I’d guess. We didn’t spend too long looking at it but if they captured Joffrey, I assume he may still be in that area. Or if they killed him, then at least whatever bits they didn’t want to eat should be.”

“Um. Thank you for that input, Burke.” Burke nods, folding her arms. Lieutenant Harrell turns around, a very nervous look on his face. “Ah, Corporal. How’s the hand?”

“A little stiff,” you remark. “Hip’s healing nicely though. And despite what Graves said, my back doesn’t feel too bad either.”

“No problem hunching over or stooping or lying on your back?” asks Sergeant Cope. You shake your head. “Well, let’s be blunt. Lieutenant Harrell thinks we need to go after Joffrey. I think we should too. The Lizards aren’t stupid, if they have him captured, they may be trying to interrogate him. See our strength, our numbers, how… desperate we may be.”

“Yes.” Lieutenant Harrell nods, grimly. “Now, I want to send you and keep Burke here.” Burke rolls her eyes. Seems she disagreed but she’s not going to protest right now at least. “I think at this point, just sending you and you only would be the best option. Trading two or more for one person isn’t something I’d feel good about. And we need everyone we can get here in case those Deinos come back or worse.”

“Right.” You nod. “Where’d you last see Joffrey’s trail?”

Burke says, “Around the area where Horner and Bakker were tied up. My theory is that where we found them is where they were ambushed. Trees in that area had some scorch marks from plasma burns and scratches from gun shots. There was a small camp north of that area too where the Lizards have set up.”

“They set up in Q-Bird town?” you ask.

“From what I understand, there are no Q-Birds anymore,” Sergeant Cope says, solemn. “Lizards have forced their way into that territory and the Quetzalcoatlus are probably either dead or been forced away.” That’s a shame, they were a formidable asset. But you suppose nature can only win out against technology for so long. “We believe that Hill 47 may be in their possession too but we don’t know for sure. If it is…” He points to the hill on the map, then to the location of the Starship. “If they get any artillery on that hill, we’ll be in striking distance.”

“One thing at a time, Sergeant.” Sergeant Cope shuts up at Harrell’s request, glaring at him quietly. Lieutenant Harrell says to you, “Now, Corporal. Are you feeling up to it? I won’t force you if you don’t. I can send Burke instead.”

“I’d rather he send me instead. I work better alone,” she says. “You’re still hurt, Boo.”

> “I’m fine. I can go immediately.”
> “Best to wait for nightfall first then I’ll go. I can move under the cover of darkness.”
> “Probably be better to send Burke instead.”
> Other

>>3112562
>> “Best to wait for nightfall first then I’ll go. I can move under the cover of darkness.”
You have to promise me that you won't make any big decisions while I'm gone. Like it or not, this isn't a direct chain of command anymore and you haven't had the best run of command. I should be back in a few days

>>3112562
>> “Best to wait for nightfall first then I’ll go. I can move under the cover of darkness.”

>>3112562
> “Best to wait for nightfall first then I’ll go. I can move under the cover of darkness.”

To Burke quietly:
>"Try to keep things together, don't let either Cope or Harrell do stupid shit like what they pulled in the past.

>>3112567
Anon, you have like zero tact. Way to piss off both our commanding officers. We don't have enough clout.

>>3112562
>“Best to wait for nightfall first then I’ll go. I can move under the cover of darkness.”

>>3112571
Supporting. On both fronts.

>>3112562
> “Probably be better to send Burke instead.”
enough pushing our luck, we are gonna do something stupid, may as well do something stupid with full hp.

>>3112562
Question for the QM; did you roll for Tierney when she got stuck in quicksand and she just continually rolled low?

>>3112604
I actually don't roll for other characters but you do provide me an interesting idea.

>>3112617
Oh shit

>>3112571
>We don't have enough clout.
We definitely do, its the question of if we wanna reveal our hand

>>3112604
Look at what you've done you mamamia!

> “Best to wait for nightfall first then I’ll go. I can move under the cover of darkness.”

“It’s best if I wait for nightfall first, I can move under cover of darkness that way,” you say. “And hopefully if I get Joffrey or his dogtags, I’ll be back by morning.” You have to admit, you’re not looking forward to this at all. But at the same time, N̷̡͚͇͎̭͙̦̭̠̪͒͐̀̈́̈́̐͗̕͠͠ͅO̴͇̭̖̬͈̹̼͉̬͖̯̜̔ ̴̡̡͍̩̖̝͔̺̀̀̏̀̒ͅƠ̵̯͊͑̐̽̀̾̎̓͜N̴̤̻̫̾̂̌͑̊̌̑͛͝ͅE̵̠̳̼͆̍̓͘͝ ̸̞̙̗͎͖̤͈̐̇G̸̡̖͖̪̬̥͙̪͖͇͌̒̽͝E̴̢̛͕̰̩̼̮͈̦͎̹͒̄͛̽̊̏͝͝͠͠ͅͅT̴̠̬̻͕̈́̾̔͋̏͗͛͊̕͝͝S̴͇̥͙̭̖̺̀̈͛̋̈́͘̕ ̶̻͎͕͉͓̟̭̯̫͚̻̾̚ͅĽ̷̥̍̈́̓E̷̛̜̜͈͉̎͛͗͐̐̾̆̑͝͝͠͝F̷̢̢̣̪͖̭͖͕̼͇̎̆̿͜ͅŢ̵̜͇̹͍̱̠̆ ̶̛̹̮̞̝̔̌̔̏B̸̬͆̐̋̑͒̿͊̄͗͠͠Ę̵̨̛̤̮̫͚̰̳͍̯̥̮̏́̾ͅH̵̼̙̻̯̻̫̩͈͈̩̠̓̈́͗̆̇͂̚͝͠͠͝I̵̺̩̻̿́̈N̵̡̡̺͇̟̊͗̑̽̇D̷̪̯̻̣̱̻̰̖̹̄͒̂͌̑͆. Joffrey is as much deserving of a rescue as anyone else in this camp.

Lieutenant Harrell nods. “Alright. I’ll let you rest up then. If I were you, I’d take either the AMP or the DAB, you might need one.” Good advice. “I’m going to go see about converting one of the labs into a barracks for us, get the bedrolls out of Whitney’s lab. Sergeant Cope, with me please.” Sergeant Cope nods. He gives you a sharp glare before leaving behind Harrell. Hmph. Seems someone doesn’t much like you.

Burke sighs, folding her arms. “You know, Boo. Nobody ever said you had to do hero work.”

“And yet here I am, everyone’s expecting me to,” you say back.

“Right.” She rolls her eyes, shaking her eyes. “Listen. If you need me-“

“I’ll be fine by myself,” you say firmly. “Harrell’s right. In case something happens, it’s better to lose one person trying to get another person than two. He’s already made that mistake before. And he’s also right in saying that one of us needs to stay behind. Seems our days of working together might actually be over.”

“Joy. I don’t have to put up with your soft touch anymore then,” she says.

“You know you love it.” She gives you the finger in response. “Serious though.” You step closer to her, whispering to her quietly. “When I’m gone, keep an eye on those two.” The only thing she needs to give you is a nod of the head. It’s an unspoken agreement. If something happens, she’ll be there to quell it. “And listen, I’ll be sure to bring Joff back one way or another. Maybe you two can kiss and make up.”

“I’m not your bottom bitch, I’m not going to kiss random people,” she states firmly. Fair. “I’m going to go back on watch. Try and get some good rest before you go.” She makes a punching motion to your hip. You reflexively step back. “Ah. See.” She points to you. “Still tender I think.” She walks away to the ladder, carrying her DMR underarm. You sigh, rubbing your nose.

Truth be told, she might be a little right.

> Rest up until nightfall, then get going.
> Go see if Wexley has cooked anything yet. You’re a little peckish.
> Take watch with Burke, get her opinion on things so far.
> Other

>>3112712
>> Go see if Wexley has cooked anything yet. You’re a little peckish.

>>3112712
>> Go see if Wexley has cooked anything yet. You’re a little peckish.
Food, then sleep sounds like a good idea. Maximum energy.

>>3112712
> Rest up until nightfall, then get going.
> Go see if Wexley has cooked anything yet. You’re a little peckish.
EAT AND SLEEP.

>>3112712
>Go see if Wexley has cooked anything yet. You’re a little peckish.

>>3112712
>> Go see if Wexley has cooked anything yet. You’re a little peckish.
> Rest up until nightfall, then get going.

>>3112712
>> Go see if Wexley has cooked anything yet. You’re a little peckish

> Go see if Wexley has cooked anything yet. You’re a little peckish.

…

…

Wexley hands you a plate with a piece of flank meat. He’s managed to cook the meat using an improvised oven with some wood charcoal, and some elbow grease in one of the labs. Almost everyone is lining up to get a piece of real fresh meat. Yours looks to be about medium rare. Wexley taps one of the pieces currently cooking. “Firm, but with a little give. Yep. Medium rare.”

Godwin says, “What if I want it well-done?”

“Then you can get the hell outta here, tough guy,” says Wexley. Tierney takes her plate next and beams like the sun itself. She quickly goes off to eat it. You eat with your hands, pulling a crumbling strip of tender red meat before biting down. It absolutely melts in your mouth, the flavor is so rich and juicy! You inhale sharply, quickly taking another bite. “Judging by how much you’re eating, you must love it.”

“I do,” you say. You nod to him, smiling. “It’s a fanciful idea you’ve got going here, Wex.” You step closer to him. “Can I ask you a question?” He nods, curious as he hands another plate off to Hood. “You mind showing Tierney how to cook some of these? I think she could learn a little from you.”

“Sure, sure,” says Wexley. He motions to Tierney, who sits down against the wall eating. “Hey, Tierney! C’mere a minute!” Tierney blinks in surprise, before standing up and walking over. “You know how to cook?”

“Um, a little,” says Tierney. “I’ve made instant meals before.”

“Ah, ah, instant meals don’t count as cooking. Lemme show you, girl.” Wexley steps aside then jabs one of the pieces. “Meat isn’t too complicated. Just cook and make sure it’s done well. I like my meat medium rare. Usually we can tell how done a meat is by checking our palm. Now, we pinch our thumb and finger together. Thumb and index is medium rare. Middle is rare.” He pokes the base of his palm to show off to Tierney. Tierney listens closely, watching. “Ring is medium well, pinky is well done. The firmer, the more done it is. Now, safe bet is well done. But I like medium rare because there’s actual flavor in medium rare.”

You smile, watching the two. Seems they’re getting along swimmingly. You keep on chewing for now, trying to eat as much as you can. A full meal and a quick nap should suit you before you go. “Corporal.” You stop, then turn to look at Sergeant Cope at the door. “You got a minute?”

“Sure.” You walk on over to him. He leads you on outside into the hall, where it is just the two of you. Unconsciously, you adjust your belt, bringing your pistol holster up. “Can I help you?”

Sergeant Cope nods, leaning on the wall. “What’s your game here, Corporal?”

“My game, sir?” you ask.

“I consider myself a pretty good reader of people,” he says. “It’s how I managed to make Sergeant. You gotta know how your team works if you want to lead them after all. And you.” He jabs you gently, wagging his finger. “Ever since you brought back the news of our current predicament, seems like more and more people are going to you instead of either to me or to Harrell. Hell. People don’t seem to trust me as much either. All those years of leading them in and out of hell, seems to have been…” He shakes his head, making a throwing motion with his hand. “Wiped away. I mean, hell, even Graves won’t look at me the same way.”

“Were you and Graves close?” you ask.

He shrugs. “We had a fling or two, nothing serious. But she’s a good medic. I trust her with my life. Hell, we get outta here, I’ll entertain the notion of making a wife of her but that’s if we get out of here.” He snorts, grimacing. “She and I haven’t talked though since the news broke.”

You don’t want to bring up what he did to deserve that. So you’ll dance around it. “Well, I suggest that’s a consequence of the fact that I’ve been doing a lot of work around here, Sergeant. Not to say you and Harrell haven’t but-“ He steps up, silencing you quickly. He sizes you up, a very clear look of disdain on his face.

“I’m not stupid, son,” he says. You stand there, silenced. He looks at you, hand on his pistol holster, clearly visible to you. “Listen. I’m sure Harrell made you a Corporal because you’re competent. I agree with that. You’re sharp. But know your place. Harrell and I are in charge. Understood?”

> “Understood.”
> “For now.”
> “Watch yourself, Sergeant. People might start talking.”
> Other

>>3112884
>> “For now.”

>>3112884
>> Other
"Yes Sergeant. You and Harrell are in charge. But regaining the men's confidence in your ability to lead is another matter."

>>3112884
>>3112906
This.
I'm really beginning to question what actually happened to the liaison carrying the transmitter.

On another note, I wonder if the Steno would enjoy its meat cooked.

>>3112884
>"Sir, being frank, if you want to keep your folks' loyalty, it's not ME you need to worry about."

>>3112975
Lol supporting this as well. There's that bunch who wanted to mutiny just now as well as people like Godwin and he wants to worry about us?

>>3112933
we can test this.

>>3112906
s'port

> Other

“Sergeant, I understand you and Harrell are in charge. But regaining the men’s confidence in your ability to lead is another matter.” He stares at you, silent. “You shouldn’t worry about what I think. Worry about yourself first and foremost I believe, sir.”

“Hmph.” He takes his hand off of his pistol holster, then says, “Fine, Corporal. Go on then.” He slaps your arm, giving you a bit of a sidelong look. “I’ll wish you the best of luck out there.” With that, he steps back inside. You follow behind him. He gets to the back of the line, as if the conversation had not happened. You give him an inquisitive stare. The way he conducts himself… suspicious. But you suppose you can’t act on them for now. Besides, Sergeant Cope has good reason to keep the chain of command in check. If it collapses, then it’s one gentle push away from mass chaos here in the camp.

Graves pats your arm. “Finish your meal and take a nap, Daddy. I’ll give you a handjob too if you want.”

“Very funny,” you say. She snickers, then goes to finishing her meal. You quickly finish yours too. Much as you want to savor the flavor, meals are fuel not luxury. You swallow up the last of the meat and then grab your Carbine. You step back out of the lab, then head on over to the next lab over. There, Lieutenant Harrell has designated it as the barracks. The lights are off, but you can clearly see the bed rolls have been set up, and the tables themselves been arranged so that each bed roll has their own privacy screen. Smart, you suppose.

You lay down on a bed roll, then shut your eyes.

…

…

You didn’t dream again unfortunately. Graves gently kicks at you with her boot. “It’s nightfall, Boo.” You groan, rubbing your nose. Not much sleep infecting your body so you sit up and look up at her. She hands your Carbine then says, “If you want to touch, go ahead. Try me.” She presses her breast with her finger, staring down at you with a tired eye. She pokes her breast. “Heehee! Gimme a baby, Daddy! Haa!”

“Graves.”

“Sorry. Too far.”

> Go and prepare your inventory first. Maybe figure out which second long arm you want to take.
> Head out immediately. A Carbine, your IFAK, a pistol, a knife, two grenades, and a machete should be enough.
> “Graves, sometimes I wonder if you’re joking or not.”
> Other

>>3113121
>> Go and prepare your inventory first. Maybe figure out which second long arm you want to take.
Fucking Graves, man.

>>3113121
>> Go and prepare your inventory first. Maybe figure out which second long arm you want to take.

>>3113121
>> Go and prepare your inventory first. Maybe figure out which second long arm you want to take.
> “Graves, sometimes I wonder if you’re joking or not.”

>>3113121
>Go and prepare your inventory first. Maybe figure out which second long arm you want to take.
> “Graves, sometimes I wonder if you’re joking or not.”

>>3113121
>Go and prepare your inventory first. Maybe figure out which second long arm you want to take.
> “Graves, sometimes I wonder if you’re joking or not.”
I'm kind of worried about Graves. I feel like she's being a lot more forward than usual. Or maybe it's just the fact we keep getting the option of questioning her on it.

>>3113121
>> Go and prepare your inventory first. Maybe figure out which second long arm you want to take.
> “Graves, sometimes I wonder if you’re joking or not.”


I gotta say, it's an actual miracle we haven't held her down and ravaged her. After a few weeks not busting, as well as all the chemicals flowing through us....

>>3113180
Supporting

>>3112440
>When we are finally somewhat safe that bitch is getting some quality protag dick
>Found the incel

Ebin

>>3113301
What?

>>3113306
It is a statement on the duality of man

>>3112457
>>3112440
I think what he meant were these two posts

>>3113121
> Head out immediately. A Carbine, your IFAK, a pistol, a knife, two grenades, and a machete should be enough.
Seriously guys don't play her game. Ignore it, she just likes teasing in part she knows we will turn her down. Just don't okay?

Now I'm mad I had to say that

> “Graves, sometimes I wonder if you’re joking or not.”
> Go and prepare your inventory first. Maybe figure out which second long arm you want to take.

“Graves.” You stand up, looking at her with a firm look. “Sometimes I wonder if you’re joking or not.”

“You think I’m joking?” she asks. Uh. Is she not? She snorts, waving it off with a snicker. “Heh. I am. Sometimes.” Sometimes? She turns around. “Come on, I’ll go help you prep your inventory. Given that you’re going to be out there by yourself and you might likely have to carry Joffrey, I’d suggest packing light.” The two of you exit the barracks lab then walk down to the next lab over.

This lab, apparently while you were sleeping, is set up as the armory. All the spare weapons, powerpacks, grenades, and other items have been stashed here. Hood takes count using a pen and notepad. “Mhm, mhm…” He looks over at you. “Corporal. What’s up?”

“I need to put together my equipment,” you say.

He nods. “Alright. Let me see.” You place your Carbine down along with your equipment. A pistol, a machete, your knife, two grenades, your armor, your camo poncho, your IFAK, and your helmet. And that’s about it. “Alright. Now, Burke recommends that you take either our DAB or the AMP Rifle.” He places down both on the table next your equipment. “Harrell also has authorized extra frags, up to five of them, and a spare IFAK as well plus two C-Rations.”

You nod. “Alright.”

> Take your standard equipment (Carbine, machete, knife, pistol, Frag grenades x2, IFAK, armor, camo poncho)
> Take the AMP Rifle.
> Take the DAB (Disposable Accelerator Beam)
> Take extra grenades
> Take extra C-Rations
> Take extra IFAK
> Other

Sorry for the late post, got delayed a little bit with something.

>>3113462
>> Take your standard equipment (Carbine, machete, knife, pistol, Frag grenades x2, IFAK, armor, camo poncho)
> Take extra C-Rations


We probably should travel light

>>3113462
>> Take your standard equipment (Carbine, machete, knife, pistol, Frag grenades x2, IFAK, armor, camo poncho)
> Take extra C-Rations
> Take extra IFAK

>>3113462
>> Take your standard equipment (Carbine, machete, knife, pistol, Frag grenades x2, IFAK, armor, camo poncho)
> Take the DAB (Disposable Accelerator Beam)
> Take extra IFAK
We were warned that we might need an anti armor weapon and Jofferey might be very injured

>>3113462
>> Take your standard equipment (Carbine, machete, knife, pistol, Frag grenades x2, IFAK, armor, camo poncho)
>> Take the AMP Rifle.
>> Take extra C-Rations
>> Take extra IFAK

>>3113462
>> Take your standard equipment (Carbine, machete, knife, pistol, Frag grenades x2, IFAK, armor, camo poncho)
> Take the DAB (Disposable Accelerator Beam)
> Take extra IFAK

>> Take your standard equipment (Carbine, machete, knife, pistol, Frag grenades x2, IFAK, armor, camo poncho)
>> Take the AMP Rifle.
>> Take extra C-Rations

maybe dump the machete.

>>3113462
> Take your standard equipment (Carbine, machete, knife, pistol, Frag grenades x2, IFAK, armor, camo poncho)
> Take extra C-Rations
> Take extra IFAK

Are we scouting or are we going into combat? We maybe be bringing too much.

We'll do a quick final destination vote on which heavy wep to take.

1. AMP
2. DAB

Or 3. None.

>>3113779
>2. DAB

>>3113779
> DAB

>>3113779
2. DAB
I wanna blow shit up

>>3113779
3. None.

>>3113779
>2. DAB

Final destination over.

> Take your standard equipment (Carbine, machete, knife, pistol, Frag grenades x2, IFAK, armor, camo poncho)
> Take the DAB (Disposable Accelerator Beam)
> Take extra C-Rations
> Take extra IFAK

You sling the DAB over your shoulder then pack the C-Rations into your satchel along with belting the IFAK next to yours. For the most part, it’s a heavy loadout, but better safe than sorry. Hood nods, patting your arm. “Alright,” you say. “I think I’m good to go.”

“Good luck. You’ll need it,” says Hood. He goes back to organizing what materials are left. Graves grunts, motioning to follow her. You walk behind Graves outside of the armory.

“Listen, if you see Joffrey and he’s beyond saving, don’t bother trying,” Graves says. “Save yourself first over him.”

“That’s pretty brutal,” you say. “Are you sure?” You’re not sure you’re comfortable with the idea of putting someone out of their misery just because they’re too far gone. After all, you saved Nielson from being ripped apart. Took a while to get him back to full strength but you got him back. Joffrey should be no different in your mind.

“I’m just saying, it’s a matter of practicality. Medics have to make that decision a lot too you know,” she says. “Lots of people have to be passed up because they’d spend too much time and resources to keep up.” Once you two are at the door, she stops you. “You got that? Save yourself before you try to be a hero. Don’t risk anything.”

> “Got it.”
> “You scared I’m going to die?”
> “If I can save him, I’ll save him.”
> Other

Gotta head out for the night. Go ahead and leave your votes in overnight, sorry for the slowdown late in the session. Hope you all enjoyed regardless and we'll see you in the morning.

>>3114108
>> “If I can save him, I’ll save him.”

>>3114108
>> “If I can save him, I’ll save him.”

>>3114108
>> “If I can save him, I’ll save him.But got it.”

>>3114108
>> “If I can save him, I’ll save him.”
NO
MAN
LEFT
BEHIND

>>3114108
> “If I can save him, I’ll save him.”
N̙̻̗͎̭͚̮͠ ̠̼O̪̭͖͇̮̮̺͟
͓͙̜̹͘M̪̞̦͓̗ ͠A̸̜ ͖̫͘Ṋ̡̗̝̝̤̝̱
̸L͕͚̳̺͓̮͍͘ ̛̙̻̝͙̘E̢̖ ̘̟ͅͅF̖̗̭̻̀ ̛͙̼̰̙T͍̬̤͕̻̪
̯̮̜͍͡Ḅ̵̟͈ ̜E̢͔͚̪͎̻̼ H̺̕ ̰I̳̘͈͇̱͠ ̬͙̪̫̳N̯͉̯͉̹ͅ ̶͚̘̝͍̦̗̣D̹͇̰̝̠͇

>>3114108
>"Well, you know me, I'll do whatever I can, but...alright. Got it."

>>3114108
> “Got it.”

>>3114126
+1

>>3114126
I like this too...

> “If I can save him, I’ll save him.”

“If I can save him, I’ll save him, Graves.”

She sighs, folding her arms. “Hm. Well, if you do, be careful.” She makes a jabbing motion at your injured hip. You flinch back. “Ha. Got you.” You glare at her in response. She better not do that again. She holds her hands up, smirking. “Sorry, Daddy. Just checking if you’re still tender there.”

“Right, right.” Truth be told, Graves is making it –extremely- hard for you to remain relatively celibate in a situation like this. But you can’t let sex cloud your thoughts. You need to be all there. Graves pulls the door open for you, then you nod to her. She gives a mocking salute back then heads back inside. You walk past Morrison and Grimshaw who are on watch tonight.

“Good luck, boss,” Morrison says. You nod to him, acknowledging it. Right. It’ll be a bit of a long walk you’d say. You go around the Starship then start heading north. The darkness has already fallen on the day. Nightfall. It should give you some amount of cover hopefully. But you now those Lizards already to be good at sniffing and tracking when they need to be. You adjust the strap on the DAB. Hopefully nothing goes wrong tonight.

…

…

Your walk to the river was fairly uneventful. You kept it slow, as not to arouse any predators from their sleep or let any prey get spooked by your movement. Only things you could hear now were the soft calls of birds in the trees. You hunch over, trying to keep a low profile as you walk until finally you reach the river bank. And boy, it was quite something. You knelt down in a bush, then looked through with your scope.

There were faint lights on the other side of the bank in the woods. Using your Infared, you could see clearly they were Lizards. Coming from the east was a caravan of Triceratops, at least six of them, each towing a piece of artillery. That artillery looks tubular, with two heavy wheels. And judging by the sheer diameter of those tubes, they must be heavy mortars. Seems they’re leaving the rockets behind and bringing mortars up instead. The Triceratops were escorted by crews of four Stenos to each one, backed up by a squad of ten Raptor Minors. You look around with your Infared some more. Aside from that one caravan, there were sparse dots of white further in. You can’t tell specifically thanks to all the trees.

But definitely, it looks like the Lizards now own the north bank.

> Wait for the caravan to pass then move forward.
> Go and follow the caravan, see where they’ll set their position.
> Target of opportunity. Find a good position and start shooting.
> Other

>>3114751
>> Go and follow the caravan, see where they’ll set their position.
We can't one man army it, but we can see where they're making camp for an attack later

>>3114751
> Wait for the caravan to pass then move forward.
Not our current objective. Plus, I doubt they're without means of detecting us. Best to move ahead and return asap so we can inform the rest of the crew and figure out a plan

>>3114751
> Wait for the caravan to pass then move forward.

>>3114751
> Go and follow the caravan, see where they’ll set their position.

We can just follow them for a bit then turn back once we get the info.

>>3114751
>Mortar team goes missing
>look for mortar team
>find them dead in area with strange tracks
>start searching area we killed them in
Yeah best kill them somewhere farther away, or in a misleading direction.

> Go and follow the caravan, see where they’ll set their position.

Unless we can make an "accident" happen where one of their mortars explode in a pile of other mortars......

>>3114930
This

>>3114751
>> Wait for the caravan to pass then move forward.

> Go and follow the caravan, see where they’ll set their position.

You crouch and quietly cross the river, keeping only your head up. The river is fairly calm for now, so you don’t have much trouble as opposed to the last time you got caught in one. Once you make it to the other side, the caravan has come and gone. But they left the big round tracks of their triceratops and the big grooves from their wheeled mortar carriages. You carefully follow along, keeping low into the brush and foliage. You can hear the chirping and crowing cries of the Stenos ahead of you. You recognize this trail actually. It goes straight up to Hill 47. Oh damn it.

You slowly walk up the trail, then crouch. You see a Raptor poke his head up over the crest, searching the sky before going back. You hit the deck then start crawling. You’ll approach from an odd angle, the south east. After a few minutes of crawling and making sure nobody is coming over the crest to look, you finally find a good spot between two rocks and some bushes. You pull yourself into them.

Once you’re up, you look over.

You see Troodon, thirty of them at least from what you can see. You’re quite close, but they don’t seem to have spotted you just yet. The Troodon take shovels and dig dirt into sandbags and create trenchworks all around the edge of the hill. It’s not just those six heavy mortars it seems, this is way more. This is looking to be a veritable fire base. The Raptors watch and wait as the Stenos unhitch the Mortars from their Triceratops then start setting up. They also pull crates of ammo down from the Trike flanks and sides as well.

At the south end, you see a trio of Stenos setting up some kind of sandbag fighting position. At the sandbags, they set up a heavy tripod, then a large multi-barreled weapon. It had eight barrels, with a angled loading magazine being fed into its base. They set up the weapon the tripod, checking for elevation and horizontal sweeping quickly before attaching a… a hand crank to the side? Huh. Weird. They turn the crank, and the barrels start spinning. Must be some kind of heavy machine gun then.

Given how many Troodon, Raptors, and Stenos are in this area, it’s not a wise idea to try and take them all out yourself. You’ll mark it on the map.

The worst part of it is that the Quetzalcoatlus appear to be missing. Seems they really did drive them out. Poor birds.

> Go east, towards where Horner and Bakker’s bodies were last found.
> Go towards the camp Burke mentioned, due north-east-east there abouts.
> Stay here, maybe you’ll find a target of opportunity.
> Other

>>3115029
>> Go towards the camp Burke mentioned, due north-east-east there abouts.

>>3115029
>> Go towards the camp Burke mentioned, due north-east-east there abouts.
Best not stir the hornets nest on a RESCUE MISSION.
Also holy shit, that's a lot of fucking firepower for, what? Less than a dozen men? Why are they so obsessed?

>>3115029
>> Go towards the camp Burke mentioned, due north-east-east there abouts.

>>3115029
>> Go towards the camp Burke mentioned, due north-east-east there abouts.

>>3115029

> Go east, towards where Horner and Bakker’s bodies were last found.

Did we grab their dog tags yet?

>>3115059
They did I think

>>3115059
Burke and Nielson came back with them, yeah. I probably forgot to write it.

> Go towards the camp Burke mentioned, due north-east-east there abouts.

You pull back from your little position in the rocks, then start crouch walking back down the hill to the north-east-east direction. It won’t be too far from where Horner and Bakker were found. You feel a tap on your helmet, then look up. Ah goddamn it, is it really going to rain again!? What’s with this swamp and rain!? If you’re going to get Joffrey, you’ll have to get him before the rains come, otherwise the river might become inaccessible to you. You start hurrying yourself along.

The next hour or so is spent skulking through brush and wood. When you started out here, you were doing your best to evade and escape the notice of the Lizards. But now though, you have experience enough to know where to go and how to avoid them. Using your Infrared, you’re spotting them in the trees. The Stenos appear to be operating in pairs, patrolling around but never quite catching sight of you. You stop and watch. A pair of Stenos walk no more than fifty meters away, wielding a sniper rifle and a rifle of their own. One of them sniffs the air, then shakes its head and continues walking. Seems they haven’t quite caught your scent yet.

Once they’re gone, you keep moving along. You have to be getting close now.

Then you hear a loud scream. That sounded like a person. That must’ve been Joffrey! You start getting closer.

You hear him scream again, a blood-curdling cry that makes the hairs on your skin stand on end. You’re approaching that camp Burke told you about. Then you see a faint orange glow through the bushes and the trees. You keep moving closer before you look down. Ponds.

This could work.

You submerge yourself into the pond, leaving only your head up and your rifle up. Slowly you march through the pond, keeping yourself low and hiding in the reeds among the edges. Don’t move too fast. Otherwise something might try and eat you. You step on something. What the-

You blink, then quickly step off. Bubbles rise out of the pond, before the long snout of something rises out of the water. The texture of the head is leathery, yet looked hard as rock. It regards you with black eyes briefly as you freeze. It snorts, making the water break around its nostrils briefly. You can see teeth lining its mouth, razor sharp chompers. Then it simply submerges back into the water, hissing.

Your heart pounds. You know exactly what that was.

>>3115329
> SARCHOSUCHUS
> Xenobiologists consider Acheron to be quite the anomaly as much of its native fauna appears to resemble Earth-like wildlife. The Sarchosuchus is no different, being essentially a gigantic crocodile. Adults notably can reach upwards or greater than ten meters in length and almost the size of a full grown human in height.

> Despite the incredible size of the Sarchosuchus, they are incredible docile. This can be attributed to their incredible size and weight making it difficult for them to move very fast. The infamous death roll of most crocodilians is not something the Sarchosuchus can do. Instead, Sarchosuchus simply wait for prey to come to them, usually large Hadrosaurs so that they can feed effectively on the corpse for upwards of a week before needing another meal. Despite their lumbering size and inability to move quickly on land however, they are very powerful swimmers.


You keep moving along until finally you reach the glow. It’s a camp fire. You hide yourself among the reeds of the pond and take a look for yourself. With the hood over your head and helmet too, your silhouette is masked quite effectively. They won’t see you at first glance.

In the camp itself are a pack of Troodon. Tents and piles of leaves are spread around in a circle around the campfire. But what was most important was Joffrey. He was tied up, stripped down to his pants. His body was covered in fresh cuts and wounds. And his eyes were blindfolded over with two huge bloody stains where his eyes should be. His hands were… his hands were gone. Nothing but bloody stumps. His feet were bare. But not for long.

The Raptor Minor leading the Troodon pack picks up a knife cooking in the fire. The blade is red hot from sitting in the flames. Two Troodon hold down Joffrey as he tries to kick his legs away. “P- Please! Please, stop! Stop!” he cries. The Raptor Minor hisses, then jabs the fiery blade into Joffrey’s feet. He screams, his voice cracking as his loud pained yell pierces the sky. The Minor pulls the knife away, then jabs the foot again. He screams again. You cringe, seeing the steam rising from the blade and the skin sizzling around the edges of it. The Raptor follows up by slashing his left arm with the blade. Joffrey can only scream and sob in pain.

The bastards. You take a closer look at the camp. You have the drop on them from here. There’s at least only ten of them. Ten Troodon and one Raptor Minor? Strange. But you have to get Joffrey out of there and you have to get him out now.

> Set up an ambush of some sort.
> Start shooting now.
> Wait for a better opportunity, as much as it pains you to.
> Other

>>3115336
>> Start shooting now.

He's not going to survive long enough to do much otherwise.

Honestly he's kinda omega fucked, I don't think we can spare the food and water for him at this juncture considering how crippled he is.

>>3115336
>Start shooting now.

>3115336
> Other
We make some sort of noise to lure the Lizards to the Sarchosuchus, while they're busy fighting them off, we swoop in and murder the rest.

>>3115336
>> Start shooting now.
Hit that faggot Minor. Blow its head clean apart.

>>3115336
>> Start shooting now.


>No hands
well what the fuck. maybe we'll find a cloning tank in the ship

>>3115336

> Set up an ambush of some sort.
We have grenades and we can blow up the first responders coming back from camp.

Shooting now is a terrible idea. We're outnumbered and outgunned regardless of getting the drop on them. The DC is going to be massive.

>>3115370
They tend to flounder when leadership is killed, that's why I said go for the Minor first.

>>3115336
>> Start shooting now.
Hit the leader

Time for shooting. Roll me three 3d10s. DC is 20.

I'll give you a +2 bonus for getting the jump on them this time. So I guess roll 3d10+2 or something.

Rolled 10, 6, 10 + 2 = 28 (3d10 + 2)

>>3115424

Rolled 1, 8, 9 = 18 (3d10)

>>3115424


>>3115432
Holy fuck.

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

>>3115424

>>3115432
>>3115438
>>3115447
>3 success
I guess I'm a faggot. lol.

>>3115480
Nah, it was a reasonable conclusion to make. Like I said, the only reason I really went for it was because I'm worried that if we delay at all, it would mean bringing back a corpse, not a body.

A calculated gamble, in essence.

> Start shooting now.

You stand up out of the reeds and fire. The first shot shreds the top half of the Raptor’s head off. The Troodon shriek and call out as you start putting shots into them one by one. A pair of them manage to escape the chaos as you step out of the pond slowly, putting accurate shots into each Lizard one by one. A Troodon here falls, a Troodon there falls, all of them drop. Soon, you’re faced with nine Lizard corpses in the span of about thirty seconds. Joffrey lies there, twitching and shivering in pain and horror. You quickly reload the Carbine with a fresh powerpack, then kneel down beside him. “Joffrey, are you okay?”

“Who- who’s tere?” he asks. “Th- they tore out my eyes, the frakking animals!” he cries.

“Shhh! It’s me, it’s me!” you say, whispering to him. You grab his wrists, and almost his arms slip out from your grip. You forgot he had no hands. You grab his wrists again more firmly, then say, “I’m here to get you out, okay?”

“Oh my God, thank you,” he says. “Thank you, God. Thank you!” He smiles, laughing a little in relief. “Haha! D- Did you get the transmitter? Did you call for help? I thought I was going to be left down here!” That hits you like a ton of bricks. Damn it, you’re going to have to explain it to him too. “D-… did you see where Horner and Bakker went? Are they safe? We got separated!”

“Listen, I’ll explain everything.” You draw your knife then cut his restraints. “But we got to get you out of here first before-“ You hear Troodon cries in the distance. Those two that managed to escape. Damn it! More Troodon respond, followed by Raptor cries and howls. “Damn it, alright. Can you walk?”

He shakes his head. “They just stabbed my frakking feet with a hot iron! I’m lucky that I can frakking talk! They shoved some weird shit down my throat and made me swallow it those sick frakking freaks! Agh, God!”

> You’re going to have to carry him back. Pick him up and get moving as fast as you can.
> Best to find some place to hide until morning then.
> Other

>>3115506
>> You’re going to have to carry him back. Pick him up and get moving as fast as you can.
Over the shoulders and get moving fast.

>>3115506
>You’re going to have to carry him back. Pick him up and get moving as fast as you can.

>>3115506
>> You’re going to have to carry him back. Pick him up and get moving as fast as you can.
We'll book it for the jungle, find a spot to heal him with the IFAK, then wait for an opening

>>3115506
>>You’re going to have to carry him back. Pick him up and get moving as fast as you can.
I don't know how advanced the dominion is but I hope they have some way to restore his eyes at least. I'm scared of what they made him eat.

>>3115581
> I'm scared of what they made him eat.
His own eyes, possibly.

>>3115506
If these fuckers want to start the Psychological Warfare shit, I say we double down on it and start skinning Dino alive.
Make them rue the day they decide to fuck with humans

>>3115647
I could go for some of this shit

do some real twisted Armageddon Now shit

Give these assholes some PTSD

>>3115652
It's settled than. Let's make these cunts regret they ever fucked with us.

>>3115647
There's no point in doing that if they don't come for him. Why help the Deino at all if we're just going to skin him alive?
Do you think the thing he swallowed is some sort of tracking device?

>>3115663
Tracker is a good point. We'll heal him up, put him in a field somewhere, and see who comes for him

>>3115672
>>3115663
Fuck you're right. Good to be cautious. Dont want to lead them back.

>>3115663
Make him throw up, I thought they may have forced fed him poison or some strange sauce that makes him more tasty.

> You’re going to have to carry him back. Pick him up and get moving as fast as you can.

You grab his arms, then pull him over your back and start booking it to the south. Those Troodon are fast and if they catch you, you’re not sure what you can do one handing a Carbine or only using a pistol. You can do no better than a slow jog with Joffrey on your back. You hear a sharp Troodon cry in the distance, followed by several dozen more. They’ll probably find the camp first, try to get your scent.

And hopefully dear God they will track your scent from the wrong direction. You think back on the first day when they did that and went completely the wrong direction from where you were going. You pant heavily, already feeling the strain of having the DAB and all the extra equipment on your body along with Joffrey too. But you won’t give up. Not when you have a chance at saving him. N̵̨̯͙͗̑̂͒̽̓̓O̸̺͙̼͉͉͕͓͇̦͕̺̿̓̓̑́̓̒̇̈́̈̿͘̚͝͝ ̷̖̎͑́̀̈͋̈̿́̉͆͊̕O̶͚̪̤̼͓̠̠͎̻͉̟̫̽͂N̶̡̛̖̹̖̤̰̻͚̬̻̬̥͇̙͔̜̜͂̏͂̓͛͌̄̈͗̏̍̀͂̆̎͜͝ͅȆ̴̛̻̮̩͙̤̈́͋͒̌ͅ ̸̪̱͙̯̱̯̟̎͑̀̽̐̐̀́̔̓͘͝ͅG̷̨̛̝̜̤̯̻̻͍̞̓̆́̽͐͐̑̀̐͌̏͌̉̓͌̌͝͝E̶̙͔̥̥̺̞͚̘͛̿̆̀̔̏̽͘Ṱ̴̛̘̜͚̟̏̏̔̀̈́̄͝S̶͈͎͔̍̐̍͛͆̈́͠ ̴̛̹͉̠̤͔̥̼̂̓͆͂̄͆̋̄͗͐́̕L̵̨̢͙̹̀E̵̛̗̪̘̣̥̙̬̫̬̝̽̃͐̉̎͛͑͒̀͠ͅF̴̨̢̢̡̢̛̪̮̪̣̭̖͚̟̻̺̙̌̋̐̇̈́̐̂̕͝ͅT̵͚̞̠͈͓͙͉̟̃͛͝ͅ ̵̢̥̗̯̱̤̥̂͋͆̽̓̍̈́̓͗̈́͆̑̍̑͑͆͗͌̚ͅḄ̶̢̡͈̗̹̱̹̮͕͈̘̀̆͝E̶͔͇͛͗̂́̈̈́͊͗̂̂̔̉̚̕̚͝Ḥ̷̨̳̗͚̦̘̖͕͇̞̝̯͍͑͘Ĭ̶̢͈̰̘̥̟̦͔̻̤̦͍͇̄͋̀̈́̀̄̿̈́͛̃͊͗̚N̵̛̞͓͙̳̬̑̂̒̈̐́͑̐̓D̶̥̮̖͈͈̙͇̦̺͛̆́̀́͐̓͆͗̍̄̀̈́̒̐̐̕͝ͅ You keep on moving. At this point it’s like telling your legs “hey we gotta go, we gotta get out of here.”

“Agh, son of a bitch!” Joffrey groans from the pain of both being carried and his injuries. Truth be told, he looks pretty cut up. You can’t imagine what the Deinos were doing to him before you showed up. “I can’t believe they did this to me, those savages!”

“You’re going to be fine, Joffrey, just hang in there for me,” you say quickly. As if to prove you wrong, a shot whizzes by your arm. You feel the hot sensation of blood start running down. Shit! You yelp, trying to sprint forward with him. “Sniper! Shit!” You turn around and look with your Infrared. One of those Steno patrols found you! They’re far, can’t be more than two hundred meters away. But goddamn it! Another shot bursts at your feet. You keep sprinting, sweat running down your cheeks, arms, and legs as you break through the puddle, brush, and twigs as you make a break for the river until finally you make it.

You make it to the river. Another shot breaks nearby, smashing a rock. The river looks calm enough! You start wading across. The water comes up nearly to your knees as you try to run for it. But with Joffrey on your back, you can’t do a lot of lifting with your legs here. More Stenos break out of the woods and fire upon you. Their shots go wide, scattering against the water, rocks, and mud as you run for it. Man, those Stenos are actually quite bad shots! You don’t think you’ve been squarely hit by them once!

Then a shot slams into your back. “Ah!” You almost fall over. Your backplate caught it! It didn't penetrate, thank God! But son of a bitch! Your back! Joffrey screams, almost slipping off of your shoulders as you fall to your knees. The water cuts around your waist and hips as you try to push yourself back up. Come on! Come on!

“Oh God, we’re going to die!” screams Joffrey. The Stenos continue firing. But it seems that one hit to your back was a complete fluke! Bastards!

But goddamn, your back! That injury from before that you were pushing through is back with a vengeance! You should’ve taken the frakking massage when you could, goddamn it!

> Force yourself back up.
> Turn around and return fire.
> Other

>>3115723
>> Turn around and return fire.

>>3115723
>> Force yourself back up.
If we stay we're dead.

>>3115723
>Turn around and return fire.

>>3115721
> Turn around and return fire.
Time to use those grenades. Throw Joffrey behind a tree or something.

>>3115723
>> Turn around and return fire.
FUCK OFF.
Make them scatter then break for cover.

>>3115723
> Turn around and return fire.
Shouldn't cross a open area like a river when taking fire.

>>3115723
> Turn around and return fire.
GRENADE OUT

> Turn around and return fire.

You grab a grenade off of your belt then pull the pin and release the spoon. You turn and toss it straight at them sidearm style. The grenade flies over and lands in the mud, bouncing a bit before exploding. The Stenos nearby get sprayed with shrapnel and fragments and quickly retreat back into the woods. The Troodon arrive shortly after, but they stop at the water and shout and scream at you as you force yourself to get back up and start running for cover. The Raptor Minor leading them comes up then howls as well, up into the sky as you make a break for the riverbank. Finally, water transitions to mud as you hurry into the woods.

Seems they gave up the pursuit rather easily. Maybe they don’t want to cross the river lest they incur the wrath of the locals. Or maybe they have bigger plans than just killing the two of you when they see you. You sigh, shaking your head. “You okay, Joff?”

“Y-… Yeah.” Good. He wasn’t killed by a stray shot or something but… You stop and flex your back. It feels like your spine got bruised or something! You never were one for the medical arts. Now the only thing really holding you back are the Deinos.

You hear gunfire to the south, way off in the distance. You hear Deino howls and more Raptor cries. Hmph. Maybe you won’t have to worry about that. Then behind you, you hear the scream of a Rex. It sounds all through the trees. Even though you can’t see it, even though you know it’s not there nearby, it’s as if it’s right on your tail right now. Seems there’s a Rex to the north. That’s lovely. You shake your head, sighing. A relief you suppose. Seems everyone is too occupied to worry about you for now. “I think we should be good to walk the rest of the way, Joffrey.”

“You think so?” he asks. “I-… you don’t happen to have any pain-stop in your IFAK do you?” You nod. You take out some from the extra IFAK, a single shot. You jab it into his arm. “Aaaahh… that hits the spot.” You place the used needle back into the bag and get walking. “Goddamn. So-… so when we getting evac’d?”

> “Just get some rest. I’ll explain once we get back.”
> “W̸͕̑Ȅ̶̦͖̾'̴̨́R̴̟̈̕E̵̗͚͆ ̸̢̢̽͠N̷͇̂̚O̶̥̍̕T̷͙̓͠. Not for a while.”
> Remain silent.
> Other

>>3115860
>> “W̸͕̑Ȅ̶̦͖̾'̴̨́R̴̟̈̕E̵̗͚͆ ̸̢̢̽͠N̷͇̂̚O̶̥̍̕T̷͙̓͠. Not for a while.”

>>3115860
>> “Just get some rest. I’ll explain once we get back.”
I'd rather we not do this out in the forest, we're not home free yet. And his reaction might potentially prove troublesome.

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I think it's about time we discuss this now.

The rules of war have changed. In the jungles of this planet, we are no longer the Americans with our superior air support and unrelenting force of arms. We are driven to a scattered few, with limited supplies, constantly chased and harrassed. We are more like the Vietcong now, even though in reality we are even worse off then they are. Looking at the resources at our disposal I say it is time to completely change our entire conduct of war and change it NOW. This is a war of attrition, of guerilla warfare. Our only hope at this rate is to fight off the Lizards to the point where they don't want to fuck with us no more. No longer should Burke and us be the only Scouts anymore. EVERYONE is going to need "scouting" skills to conduct any form of guerilla operation like ambushing or recon. We travel lighter next time. Hit and run. Set traps. Assassinate high profile targets. Strike fear into the heart of the enemy and don't ever let up until they pack their bags and fucking leave.

>>3115860
> “W̸͕̑Ȅ̶̦͖̾'̴̨́R̴̟̈̕E̵̗͚͆ ̸̢̢̽͠N̷͇̂̚O̶̥̍̕T̷͙̓͠. Not for a while.”
No man, we got our asses kicked so hard the fleet isn't coming back for months.

>>3115903
This.

>>3115903
Absolutely, but I fear that Harrell and Cope aren't up for the task. This band of survivors needs a competent warrior and scout to get everyone up to an acceptable level

>>3115903
I agree that we should be going out more often and picking off targets of value. So far we've basically been leaving them to do their thing completely unobstructed, this is going to get us killed if we keep letting it happen.

Time to get more aggressive.

>>3115914
I say we bring this up to Harrel and Cope when we get back. They'll listen to us. We just got back Joff and we're a corporal.

>>3115918
Yeah. We are only one person tho. Everybody also has to up their game and broaden their horizons.

>>3115860
>“Just get some rest. I’ll explain once we get back.”

To do list:
- Spend time with Burke to teach others how to do scout shit like sneaking, survival stuff, etc.
- Create means of communication between us and whereever our HQ is at the time. Perhaps one of our engineers can create a radio for us or something.
- sabotage and eliminate artillery position in Hill 47
- Kill that T-rex
- Scout a fall back position in case we got to bail from our current shelter
- Learn the local fauna to prepare for the inevitability that our C-Rations run out

>>3115953
I'd add

-Create some sort of truce with the dino village
-Get rid of any tension in the group
-Create a radio capable of sending out pulses to the fleet in orbit

>>3115860
>> “Just get some rest. I’ll explain once we get back.”

> “Just get some rest. I’ll explain once we get back.”

“Just get some rest, alright?” you say. “I’ll explain once we get back.” You don’t want to hold conversation in the middle of the night after having just evaded the Lizards. Not to mention the news itself is actually quite sad in itself. He might do something stupid that’ll give your position away. The rain starts coming down a little harder as you start walking.

If there’s anything you have to say though, something doesn’t quite add up. They had you if they really wanted you. Those Troodon easily could’ve easily ran across the river and mauled the two of you if they really wanted to. Seems the Lizards don’t think it’s worth it to cross the river but even then… Those Stenos at least could’ve come back to take potshots. Now, as far as you can see, the Stenos themselves aren’t all particularly good shots. Hell, they even managed to get a good shot on your back. But throughout all that, Joffrey’s rescue was much easier than you thought it’d be.

At the least, you managed to find their new firebase at Hill 47 and confirm that the Q-Birds are gone. A shame really. Not to mention that with those mortars up, once they find the location of the base, it’ll be barrage central until you silence them or steal them. Hell, some things are universal, you could probably steal at least some of those weapons if you needed to.

Regardless, you make the long trek back. It’s an uneventful one, but it’s a very difficult one thanks to your new aggravated back injury. You hoped you’d get to be older before you started having back problems but here it is.

…

…

“Who goes there!?” yells Morrison.

“It’s me!” you shout. You hold your hand up. Morrison and Grimshaw look at you in surprise. “Don’t shoot! I got Joffrey! Get Tombs and Graves, quick! He’s wounded!” Morrison and Grimshaw help Joffrey off your back, allowing your spine to finally be free of the weight. You drop the DAB off of your back too and hold it under your arm as well as you walk with them.

“Jesus Christ, what did they do to him!?” asks Morrison, looking at Joffrey’s hands.

“They cut off my frakking hands!” screams Joffrey.

“Quiet, quiet, the locals might be about,” Grimshaw says quickly. “Come on, inside.” You look up at the watch platform on top of the ship and see Burke. She gives a thumbs up, nodding. You give a thumbs up back. The four of you get inside and quickly hurry Joffrey to the lab set aside for medical purposes. They open the door and find Tombs and Graves talking idly. “Graves!”

Graves looks at Joffrey, her eyes widen. “Holy shit!” Tombs rushes over, then helps Joffrey to one of the makeshift beds set up on a table. Nothing more than just one of the beds scavenged from the Command truck. “What the hell happened to him!?”

You say, “A lot of things. Can you fix him up?”

“I mean. Sure but… holy shit!” Graves looks at you with insane surprise on her face. “I didn’t think you’d actually bring him back in this state!”

“I had to,” you say. “He was being tortured. Right at that camp Burke found. There’s a lot more shit across that river too. I think they’re setting up a mortar battery. They might be aiming to hit us with artillery.”

“Do they even know where we are?” asks Morrison.

“I don’t know,” you say. Tombs quickly starts spreading medigel on Joffrey’s wounds, then injects a shot of Inst-Aid. “But we’re in a bit of a bind here.” Morrison and Grimshaw stand next to each other, looking quite nervous at the prospect of artillery being called in. You know the implications too. If they bring artillery to bear, that could be the end of things. “And-…” You yelp, quickly putting your hand on your back. “Listen, I-“

“Are you frakking wounded too!?” Graves shouts, surprise now replaced by clear frustration.

> “Okay, I might’ve got shot, but non-lethally.”
> “No. I’m fine. Stay away.”
> “Don’t worry about it. I just need to see Cope and Harrell and debrief them real quick.”
> Other

>>3116197
>Check his stomach I think they might have put a tracker on him

>>3116201
Oh my god. Are we already compromised? Are the artillery shells going to rain soon? Fuck.

>>3116201
This. We shoulda been more careful

>>3116197
>>3116201
This.
Almost time to panic, they're going to get a bead on us soon.

> Other

“Graves.” You pat her arm. “Check on Joffrey.” Graves nearly starts to yell out a protest, but you very firmly and sternly say, “Now.” She stops, then turns to look at him. “Morrison, you and Grimshaw get back out there.”

He nods. “Alright.” Morrison quickly pats Joffrey’s arm, making him flinch. “Stay strong, buddy. You’re safe now.” Joffrey nods, taking a deep breath as Tombs takes out his medical scanner. The two of them leave. Good. Now it’s time to figure out if your gut feeling is true or not.

Tombs runs the scanner down Joffrey’s head all the way down to his stomach. You note all the wounds, all the burns, all the bruised and fractures he has. No wonder he was in so much pain. And that’s just his top half. Graves gets his legs. Aside from his completely scorched feet, there’s another fracture in his left leg. Not to mention when Tombs’ scanner goes off. He steps back, then opens a screen to provide an X-Ray of his stomach. You and Graves look at it.

Inside Joffrey’s stomach was a box, with an extended antennae. The antennae extends sideways, poking into Joffrey’s stomach lining while the box itself almost touches the other end of his stomach. “What in the hell is that?” asks Tombs.

Graves blinks. “… that. Is a frakking tracking device.”

“Wh- what!?” Joffrey nearly sits up but Tombs shoves him back down. “Wh- what are you talking about!? Tracking device!?”

“They made you swallow something, right?” you ask.

He nods. “Y-… yeah but, it wasn’t anything big!”

“Anything big, that antennae is the big issue,” Graves says. “If that thing is extended, he can’t regurgitate it.” Frakking hell. That means… “Only way we can get that thing out is with an AutoDoc. And we don’t have one! We left our working one back at Devil’s Den and the only one nearby is probably in that Medevac but it’s in Deino country!”

“Bigger issue here,” Tombs says. The two of you look at him. “How long has he been here?”

“Maybe two minutes,” says Graves. She sighs, rubbing her nose. “Augh!” She slams her fist on the table, making Joffrey flinch. “Frak! Frakking, frak!” She kicks the table, gnashing her teeth angrily. “You realize what this means, right!? They’re using Joffrey as a frakking Judas goat! Shove a tracker on him! We-…. We fell right into their frakking game! They know we don’t like leaving people to die!” That would explain the torture scene in the open. They must have known or at least suspected that someone would come looking for Joffrey. Those sick fiends are preying on the goodness of the human condition. And given that Horner and Bakker were killed, they knew they only needed one person to get this done.

Tombs sighs, placing his hands on the table. "We can't push the antennae down obviously. It might rupture his stomach lining. And that will definitely kill him. I'm not sure what we can do for him."

Graves steps up to you. “We have to help him, somehow. This isn’t his fault. But we can’t let him stay here either with that tracker inside of him! The longer he’s here, the more the Lizards are going to suspect this is our camp and not just some stopover you’re staying at!”

“Wh- wait, don’t I get a say in this?” asks Joffrey. “C-… Can’t you just cut it out of me!?”

“I’m sorry, do I look like a trained surgeon to you!?” Graves shouts at Joffrey. “My job as a medic is not to save your life, Joffrey, it’s to make your death less painful!”

“Maggie.” Graves looks at Tombs, panting heavily, clear impotent anger in her eyes. Tombs however doesn’t appear moved. He seems more accepting of the situation than she is. Graves blinks, then she relents. “Please.”

“Sorry.” Graves fold her arms, taking a deep breath.

> “I’ll take him outside and find some place for him to stay.”
> “We gotta go get the AutoDoc in that wreck. Nielson can fix it up, I’m sure.”
> “Graves, Tombs, you two gotta cut it out of him.”
> Other

>>3116274
Oh fuck, this ain't good. Pretty sure if we cut it out of him he'll die, we have nowhere else to take him and if we leave him here to go hunt down the AutoDoc that might not even be able to be fixed, the lizards will get a lock on our base and bombard it into a crater.

There is no winning here.

>>3116274
>> “We gotta go get the AutoDoc in that wreck. Nielson can fix it up, I’m sure.”
>I'm gonna need Nielson and Burke's help. Graves or somebody find somewhere to hide Joffrey while I'm gone.

>>3116274
>> “We gotta go get the AutoDoc in that wreck. Nielson can fix it up, I’m sure.”
>I'm gonna need Nielson's help. Get Burke or somebody find somewhere to hide Joffrey while I'm gone.

>>3116274
>> “We gotta go get the AutoDoc in that wreck. Nielson can fix it up, I’m sure.”
> Other
We'll have to travel with Joffrey, to keep the signal moving, unless we can wrap him with foil or some shit

We'll have to bring Nielson and Graves too. We'll take the truck

>>3116295
This is a great idea changing to this we can bring Joffrey and just patch him up there. Might want to bring that one armless guy too

>>3116295
This is the best option so I'll vote for this.

>>3116295
>>3116296
This actually changing to these

>>3116295
If we cut out the tracking device and bring it to the Deinos camp, we can maybe cause more infighting. On the other hand we can have it float down a river to send the lizards on a wild goose chase.

>>3116304
Or set up an ambush where we can wipe out a sizeable amount of dinos

>>3116304
Or go toss it into one of their smaller outposts they seem to have all over.

why didnt we get to check him for that tracking device?

or are we just giving the qm ideas?

>>3116332
What?

>>3116336
I'm guessing he's asking why didn't we stop midway to check him for tracking devices or maybe he didn't really have a tracking device and we just gave the QM ideas.

Pretty sure the device was there since the beginning though it's just that nobody made a write in mid way even though most of us realized just when we were firing back at the river.

>>3116332
I guess we weren't able to

we coulda left him in a field, but who knows how long that coulda took

>>3116339
We didn't even have the means to check then.

>>3116295
Supporting
We're wounded though, should we take an Adrenaline shot?

>>3116354
We'll take one with us, and if our back keeps hurting, we'll pop it

>>3116360
Wait, didn't we also get scraped by a sniper shot?
Maybe we should have Graves look at that

>>3116362
Yeah and we're also pretty out of it. We should definitely shoot up some drugs

>>3116339
this more or less
phone posting with 9% battery so im not typing much, just checking in every quarter hour.

>>3116295
Supporting. Get Graves to tend to us as well.

> “We gotta go get the AutoDoc in that wreck. Nielson can fix it up, I’m sure.”
> Other

“Alright, listen.” Graves, Tombs, and Joffrey look at you, listening closely. “First thing’s first, we gotta cut it out of him. We gotta get the AutoDoc in the wreck. Nielson can fix it up, I’m sure of it.” You take a breath, thinking on it. “Now, we’ll take the Command truck, we bring Nielson with us to the Medevac wreck.” You snap your fingers, pointing to Tombs. “Load Joffrey in. Me and Graves are going to get Nielson.”

“What about you, asshole!?” asks Graves.

“I’ll be fine for a little bit, we can worry about me when we’re sure we’re not going to get struck by a heavy mortar barrage.” You all get moving. Tombs quickly picks Joffrey up and starts carrying him to the Command truck. You and Graves hurry down to the barracks lab. “Nielson in the barracks?”

“Yeah, sleeping, most of them are. Turns out that pachy meat is actually kind of like turkey. Really puts you to sleep if you eat a lot of it,” she says. “They ate all the tail meat.” Disappointing but understandable. You open the barracks lab and turn the lights on. “Wake up, wake up! Daddy’s bringing your coffee!” Everyone inside groans, frustrated at having their sleep being interrupted. “Nielson!”

Nielson sits up in his bed roll, looking at you two. “Yeah?”

“Need you,” you say. “Get your shit quick.” Nielson nods, hurrying out to grab his rifle and pull his armor on. Tierney too sits up, wondering what’s going on.

“What’s going on?” asks Hood as he rubs his eyes.

“Nothing to worry about,” you say. “Just we found Joffrey. But now we have to look for an AutoDoc to fix him up considering the circumstances. It’s really nothing to panic about.” Don’t mention the tracking device, don’t mention the tracking device. Nielson runs outside, having readied up in a hot minute. “Alright, come on.” He walks with you and Graves. “Okay. Just so you know, it is time to panic. We found a tracking device inside of Joffrey and he might be fixing to bring down a mortar barrage on this position if we don’t move him.” Nielson looks at you, looking like he’s going to panic. “That’s why we need you.”

Nielson nods slowly. “Hell of a thing to wake up to. But okay.”

Good boy.

That's it for this weekend. Thanks for the turnout, gents. We should be back this weekend. I may even start a day early depending on how things go but I will keep you all posted in here or in the /qtg/. Hope to see you then. Hope you're all enjoying yourselves. Now I must sleep.

In the meantime, if you want to discuss, discuss. If you got questions, ask. If you got waifus, kill each other.

>>3116481
I really wanna Waifu out Carbine. She's been with us through thick and thin.

>>3116481
Cope wants Graves, I think being with her is going to ruin team coheasion
We're really the only one who can handle Tierney, being a 6'2 Chad H Y P E R B O R E A N, we can handle most anything.
Who else are possible waifu candidates?

>>3116481
Is there any way we can somehow install an AI into our carbine that we can fall in love with?

>>3116477
I'm pretty sure Copes and Harrel are gonna be pissed we ran off to get Joffrey surgery in enemy territory without telling them.

>>3116481
Also, are Felinids really that creepy?
Like Frak man, that shit's horrifying

>>3116481
Thanks for running, Survive. It was fun.

>>3116494
Honestly, they can shove it up their asses. Don't have time to fuck around with them.

>>3116500
Ye, just something to take into consideration when we get back

>>3116497
Ohh right he uses that name her. I always just think of him as Daddy.

>>3116489
Cope can go fuck himself, but I don't think Graves is the one

We should go on this mission, and then sit down and have a good heart to heart with Tierney

I respect Burke too much to fuck her, even if she might be the best choice

Our carbine though, god damn. We gotta start inscribing it like The Survivalist's Rifle

>>3116507
Can agree with this. Carbine-Chan is the best waifu.

>>3116507
Imagine the KIDS though! They would be difficult to kill, that's for sure

>>3116509
You should have probably said the kids with Who since i'm pretty sure if we had kids with all four Waifus they'd all be hard to kill.

>>3116513
We're not having kids with anyone please. Dragging around pregnant people when we're all trying to survive is ridiculous and it means more mouths to feed.

>>3116516
Yeah, impregnating is more endgame. We can get to work on that on the shuttle and/or ship back into orbit.

Burke is best. Kiss her on the cheek and tell her we're going to take her out on a date when we get our of here. Give ourselves that extra incentive for survival you know.

>>3116516
What I was saying was that the Anon before me said any kids we have would be hard to kill but he didn't specify with which waifu. My money's on carbine-chan

>>3116513
Sorry, all of them.
Imagine, a squad born from our seed.
Graves would produce the hardiest field medic ever
Tierney would birth the strongest man alive
Burke would bring forth a child of unparalleled survivability - the best scout this side of the Dominion

We should just NTR Morrison. Fuck us some pussy pussy

>>3116523
HAREM ROUTE! Don't forget that Dino we've got captive.

>>3116527
Steno is the family pet, not for fugging.

>>3116518
If we even make it off planet. The rate things are going it's not looking so good.

>>3116533
Why not both?
>adinosfinetoo.jpg

>>3116534
I refuse to believe we won't fly off literally into the sunset on this old derelict ship, maybe go off and become space pirates or find our own far away planet to settle away from the clearly incompetent and retarded Dominion.

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> tfw you come back from work and one guy wants to waifu the gun, one guy wants to waifu the dinosaur, and one guy wants to NTR Morrison