>>3389674
“We ain’t heard any combat up there,” Burke says. “Safe to assume they’re not in play.”

“Exactly,” Rutledge remarks. “Suffice it to say, the ones at our disposal might be the only ones left.” That makes your heart sink a little. To think it was that bad for these Deinos. “Anyway, the beach isn’t our only problem. They have wagon trains going the river below the hill here.” He points to the large river, the one you’re closest to. You’re familiar with that one. “Now, this route is a lot more hazardous because the Deinos take snipes at the Lizards not to mention the local wildlife as well. But from what they tell me, the Lizards have been clearing trees to create more open areas for them to fight. But, we know what they’re transporting here.”

“And?”

Rutledge continues. “Ammo, weapons, food, water, lots of stuff. A scout came in this morning, Delta translated for me. They say the trains get upwards of over sixty trikes with wagons filled to burst. However, there is something we gotta consider. They’re well-guarded. Ceratosaurs, Stenos. No Troodon, they want the best on these guys. But if we attack one of these guys.” He grins. “Think of how much damage we’ll do to the hill.”

“What’s stopping them from resupplying up north?” asks Graves.

“From what I understand, the terrain is way too hostile for them to bring supply trains through the north sector. Trees are too thick, too many predators, Deinos probably as well. It’s either the beach or the river they can resupply from.” He looks at you. “So what do you think?”

> “This is a lot of information. I need to sit on it.”
> “The beach is something we gotta nip in the bud.”
> “Even taking one of those river supply wagon trains down can hurt the Hill in advance for us. It’s a risky we gotta take.”
> Other

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Welcome back to No One Gets Left Behind: The QM forgets to update when he said he would update edition.

To recap: Last thread we spent some time laying some traps out east in the woods, we took down a patrol and buried them to disappear them, then we got to know the kids a little and got to have a bit of a drunken party where you got too drunk and ended up passing out.

Thankfully, you didn't molest anybody nor were you molested nor did you wake up 10 miles away with your clothes stolen and with panties on your head. This ain't the Hangover.

Now it's time for some planning shenanigans or whatever.

You can find the archive here: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=No+One+Gets+Left+Behind

>>3389676
>> “The beach is something we gotta nip in the bud.”
Remove the beach threat. Make the patrols and bodies disappear, leave nothing to be found.

>>3389676
>> “The beach is something we gotta nip in the bud.”

>>3389676
>> “The beach is something we gotta nip in the bud.”
glad I caught it tonight

> “The beach is something we gotta nip in the bud.”

“The beach is something we gotta nip in the bud,” you say. “If they get a supply chain moving up there, that Hill will receive even more reinforcements and supplies than it already needs. Not to mention that chain would run right next to one of the Deino villages, that means they’ll be slaughtered when the time comes.” You fold your arms, thinking on it for a second. The beach is open, sure, but it’s bordered by thick forest and jungle and swamp. And the other end obviously is the sea. If they get running, only way they can go is south. That actually opens up some opportunities you think. “Do you know when the next force will move in?”

“No idea,” he says. “I think we’d have to do the recon necessary. Though the Wife can probably have scouts help us as well.” Fair game.

Graves says, “Even if we nip that beachfront before it grows, what about the Hill itself?” asks Graves. “They still have artillery on there. The heavy mortars, not to mention what else they might move onto the hill to shell us out.”

“That’ll come in time I think,” Rutledge says. “After all, remember, Lieutenant Harrell and Cope obviously killed each other disputing that. I think we probably shouldn’t. Use them as an example.” Graves frowns deeply, then she glares at Rutledge for bringing that up. Burke remains expressionless, not really caring either way. Though she does glance at you when that’s mentioned. “Hey look, we’re strong together. Let’s not dig up that particular skeleton.”

“Of course,” Graves mutters.

Rutledge says, “I’ll see about talking with Delta before Nielson has to acquire him for their little project. From what I hear though, it won’t be for a while given Nielson…” He pumps his fist forward and back, smirking smugly. “You know. Every man’s dream.” He rolls up the map, looking at you three. “I’ll talk over the plan with Bryce as well. She’ll have some ideas on what to do too that I want to consult.” He points to you. “You, come find me when you feel you’re ready. Obviously everyone’s nursing hangovers so we gotta take some time to recover.”

“Right.” Rutledge smiles brightly, slapping your arm before striding out the door.

Graves snorts. “What an ass.” She looks at you. “So really. We’re gonna go to the beach then. Shoulda brought my swimsuit.”

“You shoulda,” you say. “I would’ve loved to see you in it.”

>>3390708
“As much as you would love to see me strip out of it too maybe,” Graves mutters, smirking. You roll your eyes. She snorts again.

Burke says, “I’ll be outside.” With that, she too takes her leave. Once she’s gone, Graves looks at you.

“You know, she was quite responsible last night from what I heard,” Graves says. “I wonder what skeletons she’s hiding that she won’t take a drink of alcohol when offered.” You’d rather not say. She leans on the table, glancing at you. “So, up for a quickie to refresh the mind then, Daddy?”

“Tierney’s in the room, Graves,” you say firmly. “Have some tact.”

“Oh. You want me to ask her to join in?” You glare at Graves. Come on. She rolls her eye. “Fine, fine.” She places her hips, walking away, shaking them as she goes on. “Jeez, was just joking for once.”

> Talk with Tierney, see how she feels.
> Just shoot the shit a little with Graves, let the coffee get this hangover away.
> Head outside, fresh air will help dispel this hangover.
> Other

Unfortunately I gotta go to sleep here, so we'll resume in the morning once I awake and hopefully begin this session in earnest. So sorry for the late arrival, I legit forgot to set up an OP before I had to crash out early on Thursday. But we're here now so go ahead and leave your votes in overnight.

See you then.

>>3390713
>> Talk with Tierney, see how she feels.

>>3390713
>> Talk with Tierney, see how she feels.
See if she's up for the coming battles.

>>3390716
Thanks for running senpai, see you tomorrow.

>>3390713
> Talk with Tierney, see how she feels.

>>3390713
>> Talk with Tierney, see how she feels.

>>3390713
>> Talk with Tierney, see how she feels.

> Talk with Tierney, see how she feels.

You gently pat Tierney on her shoulder. Graves sits and sips coffee with Morrison, chatting quietly with him while you look at Tierney. She groans, curling up beneath her thin bedroll blanket. “You okay?” you ask.

“I wanna die,” she moans.

“Yeah, so do I.” You lean up against her table, gently patting her head. “You handled yourself well last night at least. And thankfully we didn’t have any real big issues to worry about. It was just a quiet night to relax.” Tierney is quiet. You look down at her again. “You okay?”

“I didn’t… do anything embarrassing did I?” she asks.

“Nah, you’re good,” you say. “You’re a pretty good dancer all things considered actually. Where’d that come from?”

“I dunno, just a natural I guess,” she mutters. “Did anyone try to…”

“No, definitely not,” you say. You know what she’s implying. And hell, if any one tried, you’re not sure you have to be there to defend her. She’s a powerhouse by herself. However, she pulls her head out from beneath her blanket, revealing her incredibly ragged and hungover face. You brush some hair out of her eyes, smirking at her. “You’re A-OK, Tierney.” She nods, a weak smile on her face.

“I was listening to that briefing you had with Rutledge,” she says. Oh, was she? Damn. Well, nothing for it you suppose. “Are we going to hit the beach?”

“Soon,” you say. “Maybe today, maybe tomorrow.”

“Can I help?” she asks. You pause, looking at her.

> “Sure. I need all the help I can get anyway.”
> “I’d prefer you stay here. Work on that hangover.”
> Other

>>3391624
>> “Sure. I need all the help I can get anyway.”
See if we can direct her aggression at the Lizards and not other humans.

>>3391624
> “Sure. I need all the help I can get anyway.”

>>3391624
>> “Sure. I need all the help I can get anyway.”

>>3391624
>> “Sure. I need all the help I can get anyway.”

>>3391641
wouldnt mind her directing her anger on me ifyouknowwhatimsayin

> “Sure. I need all the help I can get anyway.”

“Sure. I need all the help I can get anyway,” you say. Tierney smiles, happy at the thought of you bringing her out. You’ll make sure to keep a close eye on her. But then again, Tierney is one of the few people you can really trust nowadays. Not like Rutledge. And you know she won’t try to kill you or anything. She’ll be good help. “Get some rest first. And get some coffee too.” She nods, shivering a little with excitement.

“Will do,” she croaks. She stretches her arms and legs, her feet popping out from beneath the blanket as she tries to get her body working again. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you down out there.”

“I know you won’t.” You step away from her table. “I’ll come get you when I need you.” She grins, happy as can be as she starts rolling around with glee. It’s almost contagious.

Graves and Morrison look at you. Morrison says, “We going out there again?”

“Soon,” you say. “I’ll need to gather a team first maybe. We’re probably not going to run into much contact hopefully.” You really hope not. Last thing you need to do is engage a group of Lizards while nursing a hangover. If you thought your head was splitting now, wait until they bring in the snipers.

> Go to the armory and start prepping a team and equipment.
> Head outside for some fresh air, maybe see the Wife first.
> “I noticed you asking Graves if you two did anything.”
> Other

>>3391916
>> Go to the armory and start prepping a team and equipment.
hope the hangovers dont last too long, or we really wanna challenge ourselves

>>3391916
>> Go to the armory and start prepping a team and equipment.
After we gear up and get a team together we'll have a quick word with the wifey.

>>3391916
>> Go to the armory and start prepping a team and equipment.

>>3391916
>> Go to the armory and start prepping a team and equipment.

> Go to the armory and start prepping a team and equipment.

…

…

You set up a checklist and get your gear on. With everyone cleared out and still recovering from hangovers, the armory was now open to yourself. At least you think it is. “Heard you’re going outside the wire,” says Godwin says. “Mind if I come with?”

You look at him, a faint glare on your face. “You actually want to go or did you hear that Tierney is going to be coming with me.”

“Little bit of both,” he says. Godwin leans on the door frame, smirking at you. “Look, I can carry shit, I’m a weapons spec, Boss. Don’t worry, you can rely on me.” You roll your eyes. “Anyway, I’m just glad nobody got hurt last night. All that booze, so few women, I’d have guaranteed shit would’ve been flung at each other. Literally.” You look at him again, this time with a much fiercer glare. “Why you looking at me like that, Boss?”

“Godwin, close that door.” He looks behind himself, then shuts the door. He then turns to you, curious. “Listen, Godwin. We don’t have to be friends just because of what happened.”

“Oooh, that thing?” Godwin smirks again, leaning back on the wall. “Look. Mum’s the word, alright? I’m not a snitch. If I were, I wouldn’t be here. I’d be sucking dirt six feet under in some shallow grave on the side of the road some place.” He steps around the table, hand on his belt. “You can trust me, Boss. I’m a reliable fella. I ain’t one to just up and turn on you. Maybe Rutledge or Grimshaw but not me.” He steps up to you, patting your arm. “We’re partners in crime you and I now. Come on, just give me a chance, alright?”

You sigh. Do you have to? You look at the checklist.

Who will be part of your team? You’ve already got Tierney onboard so…

> PICK AS MANY AS YOU THINK YOU MIGHT NEED
> J. RUTLEDGE (Rifleman – Plasma Rifle)
> L. BURKE (Scout – DMR)
> P. NIELSON (Rifleman – Plasma Rifle)
> J. MORRISON (Rifleman – Plasma Rifle)
> D. TOMBS (Medic – Plasma Rifle)
> M. GRAVES (Medic – Plasma Rifle)
> A. GODWIN (Heavy Weapons Specialist – Flamethrower)
> S. STOAKES (Heavy Weapons Specialist – Plasma Cannon)
> J. WEXLEY (Rifleman – Plasma Rifle)
> J. HOOD (Rifleman – Plasma Rifle)
> W. CONNELL (Rifleman – Plasma Rifle)
> B. GRIMSHAW (Rifleman – Plasma Rifle)
> M. EARLY (Pilot – Plasma Carbine)
> Q. WHITNEY (Pilot - Plasma Carbine)
> F. BRYCE (Combat Engineer – Plasma Carbine)
> B. BANNER (Rifleman – Plasma Rifle)
> P. LEVY (Grenadier – Plasma Carbine + Type 54 Grenade Launcher)
> O. SMITTY (Rifleman – Plasma Rifle)
> Delta (Steno)
> The Wife (Deino)

>>3392387
I honestly don't think Godwin would be a very good choice on this one, we're going to be operating near a wide open beach with potentially decently long engagement range and he's a flamethrower specialist.

I'd go with
> J. RUTLEDGE (Rifleman – Plasma Rifle)
> J. MORRISON (Rifleman – Plasma Rifle)
> S. STOAKES (Heavy Weapons Specialist – Plasma Cannon)
> D. TOMBS (Medic – Plasma Rifle)
Gives a good amount of riflemen, someone to lay down heavy fire if we need it and a medic in case of injury.

Should we send Burke out with her own squad to perform reconnaissance on the river?

>>3392387
So our mission is to attack a supply convoy on the beach?

> P. LEVY (Grenadier – Plasma Carbine + Type 54 Grenade Launcher)
> M. GRAVES (Medic – Plasma Rifle)
> J. RUTLEDGE (Rifleman – Plasma Rifle)
> J. MORRISON (Rifleman – Plasma Rifle)

>>3392387
> J. RUTLEDGE (Rifleman – Plasma Rifle)
> L. BURKE (Scout – DMR)
> P. NIELSON (Rifleman – Plasma Rifle)
> J. MORRISON (Rifleman – Plasma Rifle)
> D. TOMBS (Medic – Plasma Rifle)
> B. BANNER (Rifleman – Plasma Rifle)
> P. LEVY (Grenadier – Plasma Carbine + Type 54 Grenade Launcher)
> O. SMITTY (Rifleman – Plasma Rifle)
> A. GODWIN (Heavy Weapons Specialist – Flamethrower)
We're ambushing a convoy? I think we need to hit it with everything we got.

>>3392414
>>3392455
Isn't the beach a forward scout for setting up a FUTURE supply line to the hill?

>>3392468
I think Burke should be our second in command. We need these guys to get field experience and designating someone we trust to the position is the best idea I believe. Having 2 squads head out isn't that bad of an idea.

>>3392387
>> J. RUTLEDGE (Rifleman – Plasma Rifle)
>> L. BURKE (Scout – DMR)
>> P. NIELSON (Rifleman – Plasma Rifle)
>> J. MORRISON (Rifleman – Plasma Rifle)
>> M. GRAVES (Medic – Plasma Rifle)
>> A. GODWIN (Heavy Weapons Specialist – Flamethrower)
> S. STOAKES (Heavy Weapons Specialist – Plasma Cannon)
> P. LEVY (Grenadier – Plasma Carbine + Type 54 Grenade Launcher)

>>3392387
>> J. RUTLEDGE (Rifleman – Plasma Rifle)
>> L. BURKE (Scout – DMR)
>> P. NIELSON (Rifleman – Plasma Rifle)
>> J. MORRISON (Rifleman – Plasma Rifle)
>> M. GRAVES (Medic – Plasma Rifle)
>> A. GODWIN (Heavy Weapons Specialist – Flamethrower)
>> S. STOAKES (Heavy Weapons Specialist – Plasma Cannon)
>> J. WEXLEY (Rifleman – Plasma Rifle)
>> J. HOOD (Rifleman – Plasma Rifle)
> P. LEVY (Grenadier – Plasma Carbine + Type 54 Grenade Launcher)

>>3392468
If having a bigger group ends up winning we could split the squad into two fireteams and give Burke the other one. More options to maneuver/flank when we get into a firefight.

> J. RUTLEDGE (Rifleman – Plasma Rifle)
> J. MORRISON (Rifleman – Plasma Rifle)
> P. LEVY (Grenadier – Plasma Carbine + Type 54 Grenade Launcher)
> S. STOAKES (Heavy Weapons Specialist – Plasma Cannon)
> A. GODWIN (Heavy Weapons Specialist – Flamethrower)
> P. NIELSON (Rifleman – Plasma Rifle)
> M. GRAVES (Medic – Plasma Rifle)
> L. BURKE (Scout – DMR)

“Alright. Godwin, get me these people if you’d please. Tell them all to gear up.” Godwin nods, smiling brightly at the prospect of being chosen. Truth be told, you’re only doing it so he’ll shut up. You imagine it’d be a bad idea to get on his bad side now of all the times.

…

…

You all get outside. Rutledge, Morrison, Graves, Nielson, Levy, Stoakes, Godwin, Burke. And Tierney and yourself to round it out to a ten man patrol. “Alright,” you say. “Our goal is to head down to the beach, eliminate any Lizards we can find. We need to stop them before they set up any fortifications or any supply routes on the beach. If we don’t, they’ll sending more supplies over to the Hill and we’ll be shit out of luck because that’ll be a lot more ammunition we don’t need pouring down on us. Rest of us will stay here. Banner.”

Banner looks over from the stable, confused. He’s feeding the Wife and the kids some meat he found currently. “Uh, yeah?”

“Stay in the medbay, make sure things are stable there,” you say. He nods, understanding. “Burke, Rutledge, you two will be in charge of my teams. Ideally I want a weapons spec to each team. We’ll divvy things up later I think.”

“Got it,” Rutledge says. Burke nods too, understanding.

“Great,” you say. “Wexley. Hood.” Wexley and Hood stand to the side. “I want you two on standby. If things go bad, I want you all to rush in with the Land Rover. We’ll send a signal over the radio. Nielson?”

Nielson nods. “To preserve radio silence, we’re going to use morse code over the channel noise and static. We’ll pulse the radio as if to amplify signal. We’ll use that as Morse code for say… distress signal, medevac, stuff like that.”

“Understood loud and clear,” says Wexley.

>>3393009
“Hold on, hold on.” Levy rubs his head, his face clearly worn with the hangover of last night and the pain of being in the afternoon sun. “So what are we expecting to find there?”

“Expect a patrol or two. Or if they’re being cocky, they’ll even send a supply train. If they do, it’s ours for the taking. Any other questions?” Everyone is quiet. No real questions. Good, great even. “Right then. Let’s get on the bounce. Everyone lock and load.” You point to Tierney. “Take the DAB.” You hand the DAB off to her, nodding to her. She hefts it in her hand, ready. Given that Stoakes is the one carrying the Plasma Cannon, she needs something to do.

Rutledge smirks, walking up to you. “Alright, buddy. We leaving then?”

> “Let me talk with the Wife first.”
> “Yeah. Take point.”
> Anything you need to do? (Specify)
> Other

>>3393018
>> “Let me talk with the Wife first.”
If any Deinos are nearby they can come help us. Obviously we can't communicate but they can serve as a distraction or run down any fleeing survivors.
After that let's set off.

>>3393018
>“Yeah. Take point.”

>>3393018
>> “Yeah. Take point.”

> “Yeah. Take point.”

“Yeah, take point,” you say. “We’re going to walk ourselves south of their village on the coast then park up about two hundred meters or so south.” Rutledge nods. He whirls his fingers in the air to get everyone to rally on him. Everyone lines up in a loose column behind him, with Burke taking up the rear. You get in the middle of the column, making sure to keep Tierney in your sight.

“Great, what do we do now?” asks Hood.

Wexley says, “I dunno. Guess we just wait around until someone gets shot.”

…

…

Everyone is quiet as you start skulking through the trees. The walk over to the rally point was relatively uneventful. You had to note though that Godwin was eying Tierney quite a bit when you were walking. You might to talk to him about that later. It’s one thing to be attracted sure, it’s another thing entirely to gawk. “This is some prettyass jungle we’re in,” says Levy.

Nielson says, “I’d love to get out of it as soon as possible.”

“You and me both,” Graves says.

“Quiet down,” Rutledge holds up a fist, getting everyone to pause. He looks back at you and Burke, then motions you two up. The two of you come up to the head of the column, then Rutledge motions ahead. “I smell seawater.” You nod. You start moving up ahead. Burke gestures everyone up and forward as well behind you. All of you get moving once more until finally, you all find a copse of trees to settle in. You all kneel down and take a look.

The beach was just ahead, a narrow strip that was large enough to fit several Retrieval boats side by side. The dark brown and black sand terminated into some rocks against the marshy ground that you all were settling into now. You take a look with your binoculars and start scoping in ahead down south. Nothing to report.

Then you see something. “Heads up,” you whisper. You quickly motion for everyone to get down. Quickly, everyone ducks down and covers.

You’ve spotted them. It was a group of Stenos, at least fifteen of them led by a black helmeted one. They carried scoped rifles in their claws. They march up the beach in wedge formation, a three meter spread between each one. Rutledge kneels next to you. “Right, I think we got the drop on them once they get into our range. We can take ‘em easy.”

“Hold on.” Burke kneels down next to you too. “If we let them pass and let them think this area is secure and empty, they might send up a supply wagon and we can take that out instead.”

“There’s no guarantee they’ll move past,” Rutledge says. “We should take the shot while we can.”

> Get everyone into cover and see if they pass by.
> Ready yourselves for an ambush, you’ll take this patrol down.
> Other

>>3393746
>> Ready yourselves for an ambush, you’ll take this patrol down.
We'll have to deal with the supply wagons heading for the hill in due course anyway. Better for them to wonder what the heck happened to another patrol.

>>3393746
>> Get everyone into cover and see if they pass by.

>>3393746
>> Other
Let them pass, if they pause near our position for even a couple of seconds for any reason, light them up. Otherwise, see if we can't nail a supply convoy.

>>3393821
sure

>>3393821

> Other


…

…

The Stenos arrive on the strip of beach in front of you. They continue their long march, sniffing at the air, keeping their guns trained on the trees. However, they do not spot any of you lying in wait or ducking behind trees. Sure the training may have been brief, but everyone here is willing to learn it seems. And now that the principles are being applied, they’re pretty good. You lie next to a cluster of roots, peering with your binoculars. They all look at the trees for a second before apparently deciding to move on. They continue their course north.

Once they’re past, Rutledge rolls on over to you. “Right, they’re gone, now what.”

“We wait to see if they bring up any supply wagons behind them.”

“That could take hours though,” Rutledge says.

“We’re prepared,” you say. You keep on watching the Deinos move away, their forms becoming smaller and smaller until they’re barely faint dots in the distance down the beach. “Right. Now that they’re gone…”

Rutledge frowns a bit, then says, “I hope you’re not what you’re doing, buddy.”

“Trust me.” You come up to a kneel, looking down the beach. Nothing coming into view yet. Seems this patrol is alone for now. They’ll likely come back in the same direction, seeing as how they’re scouting the place out. But given how far they are now…

> Shadow the Lizard patrol, see how far they’re going.
> Dig yourselves in then lie in wait for the next target.
> Maybe go and set up further south.
> Other

Unfortunately, this is where I have to call it for the night. I'm pooped. But we shall return again i nthe morning for more so tune in then. Go ahead and leave your votes overnight as well. And leave comments, critique, or questions. I thrive on them. Later.

>>3394181
>> Dig yourselves in then lie in wait for the next target.
Have some soldiers create a larger perimeter to make sure nothing sneaks up

>>3394181
>> Shadow the Lizard patrol, see how far they’re going.

>>3394181
>> Maybe go and set up further south.
Set up further south and dig in, give us more time before the patrol moves back into us just in case a convoy really DOES come through.

If not, we'll hit the patrol on its return path instead.

>>3394232
Supporting

>>3394277
Supportng.

>>3394232
>>3394277
Supporting. Send Burke and another person to shadow them while we relocate.

> Shadow the Lizard patrol, see how far they’re going.
> Maybe go and set up further south.

“Burke.” Burke perks up, looking at you. “Take Nielson. Go shadow them, see how far they’re going.” Burke nods. She pats Nielson’s shoulder, then the two of them start heading off north. “Try not to get seen!” Burke gives the finger in response. Of course she does. You pat Rutledge’s helmet. “We’re going to set up further south. That’ll give us time in case they do move back in and a convoy does come through. If not, we’ll hit them on the return.” Rutledge nods, understanding. “Everyone, get up, let’s go.” Everyone gets up out of their cover and starts following you down the trees.

Another hundred or so meters down, it actually starts to rise up a bit into a short hill. You make it to another narrow strip of beach that’s overlooked by a cliff large enough for five Command trucks stacked up on top of each other. This is actually a bit of a better position. Means they can’t immediately rush you once you start firing and you have the height advantage. However, this portion of cliff does terminate rather quickly, you only have a small section before it starts descending downwards. “Stoakes, take the south end.” She nods, moving past you. “Morrison, cover her. Rutledge, take that end.”

“You got it.” Rutledge and Morrison hurry down to the end, while you take the rest and settle on top of the cliff. You take out your binoculars once more.

You hear the Steno cries to the north. Tierney blinks, squeezing the strap holding the DAB to her back. “You think they saw Burke?”

“No, there’s no gunshots,” Graves says. It’s a long cry. That’s no distress signal. You look down south with your binoculars once again.

And then you finally see a really juicy target. Four Triceratops carrying baggage and towing Heavy Mortars. They’re guarded by at least ten Stenos with scoped rifles of their own, along with two Ceratosaurs taking the front. They’re quite a distance away, so it’ll take some time for them to arrive. And if the Lizards are smart, that patrol is going to be coming back to rendezvous with them anyway.

Then again, Heavy Mortars would be great to have if you can get them. Or even disabling them would be a boon. They probably can’t see you just yet. You look around. Trees, rocks…

> Wait for the convoy to come up to the cliff, then fire down on them.
> Block their path, see if you can’t get them to go around into the jungle.
> Let the convoy pass, then shadow them. If they’re meeting up with the patrol, you can nab them all at once.
> Other

>>3395080
>> Wait for the convoy to come up to the cliff, then fire down on them.

>>3395080
>> Wait for the convoy to come up to the cliff, then fire down on them.
We want the convoy, but if we can get the patrol, even better. The more that disappear in the jungle, the better for us it is

>>3395080
>> Wait for the convoy to come up to the cliff, then fire down on them.
Wipe them out first before the patrol rushes back to reinforce.

>>3395080
>> Wait for the convoy to come up to the cliff, then fire down on them.
Oh baby, free loot.

> Wait for the convoy to come up to the cliff, then fire down on them.

“You guys ready?” They all nod. “Stoakes!” Stoakes looks at you. “Take the Ceratosaurs. We’ll handle the little bastards.” She salutes, nodding. “Godwin, you stay back. We don’t need your flamethrower mucking things up for us right now.” He holds up a hand, signaling that he’s good with it. “When they’re right below us, we get the drop on them. You all ready?”

They all nod. “Ready.”

All of you come crawling up to the Cliffside, laying prone. The convoy takes its sweet time marching up the beach. For the patrol to confidently claim the beach secure, that’ll be your gain. If you can secure any free weapons and ammo, that’ll be even better. You all wait.

After an hour. They finally arrive at the Cliffside. The Ceratosaurs snarl, glancing around. One of the Stenos rushes ahead, sniffing the air. It looks around, then looks up at the cliff for a second. Then it chirps. Another Steno comes up to it, and the two get to talking before looking around. The salty air is probably masking your scent. You hold up your clicker, then make a clicking noise.

You pop up and start firing down on them.

> Roll three 3d10s for accuracy. Specify if you wish to focus on any specific targets if you wish.

Rolled 3, 4, 8 = 15 (3d10)

>>3395231
HERE IT COMES

Start by gunning down the two conversing and catching on to us.

Rolled 1, 4, 6 = 11 (3d10)

>>3395231

Rolled 3, 7, 7 = 17 (3d10)

>>3395231

Rolled 2, 5, 1 = 8 (3d10)

>>3395231
Hope I'm not late

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

>>3395231

Those last two rolls were superfluous but I thank you for the effort anyway. I'm writing the update.

>>3395313
Well thankfully they were, because they were pathetic

You headshot one of the Stenos talking down on the beach, then the other as well. Stoakes shoulders her Plasma Cannon and fries one of the Ceratosaurs with a flurry of plasma bolts. And everyone else in between fires bursts of plasma into the ranks of the Stenos. The Triceratops panic and howl madly from fear and surprise as they start stampeding into different directions. One of them even crashes into the other Ceratosaur, its horns smashing its ribs and chest and causing the two of them to barrel over. Its Heavy Mortar spills onto its side, as does the ammo in its baggage. The other three Triceratops stamp and trample around, knocking other Stenos out of the way.

“Hit them!” yells Morrison. Graves shoots one of the Triceratops in the legs, causing it to buckle over onto its back, snapping the Heavy Mortar off before it hastily gets back up and runs away. The other two continue shouting and screaming about. By the end of it, it seems everyone is dead.

Shit. That went extremely well! Nice!

“Those Triceratops,” asks Rutledge. “What do we do? They’re panicking pretty bad.” They still have their Heavy Mortars and ammunition bags attached to them, and if you don’t do something, they’ll eventually run off somewhere.

> Put them down, don’t risk the stampeding.
> Try and free them and send them on their way.
> Leave them to stampede, see what you can get from the wreckage.
> Other

>>3395325
>> Put them down, don’t risk the stampeding.
Sorry big guys but can't risk warning the patrol.

>>3395325
>> Try and free them and send them on their way.

>>3395325
>> Put them down, don’t risk the stampeding.
Sorry big boys :(

>>3395334
Ah hell, you're right. Switching to this.

Forgot we gotta hide the evidence, can't do that with the beasts of burden wandering around the killing grounds.

>>3395325
>> Put them down, don’t risk the stampeding.
Sucks but don't want to risk people getting stomped/mauled calming them down. Also >>3395334

> Put them down, don’t risk the stampeding.

“Put them down,” you say. “We can’t risk them stampeding.” Much as you loathe to do this, you can’t risk one of them getting loose and alerting the others. You all head down the Cliffside and onto the beach, then Graves shoots straight in the head. It falls over, groaning a loud death rattle. Rutledge too, he shoots the second one, and it falls straight onto its legs before tipping over onto its side. And as for the last one, you come up to it.

It lies on its back, having crushed the Ceratosaur under its own weight to death. You raise your Carbine, then fire. It goes limp, letting out a loud rattle of air from its mouth and nose. Right, they’ve been put down. That means four heavy mortars to potentially take or sabotage. “Hey, look at this!” Levy calls to Rutledge. He opens one of the bags on one of the Triceratops. He pulls out a mortar shell, long with a blue stripes around the tip. “What kinda warhead is this?”

“Delta can probably tell us,” says Rutledge. “This is a lot of stuff to take though, and we got no trikes to carry them.”

“I say we bury what we can, come back for it later,” says Graves. “That way they won’t get it but we’ll know where we can get more in case we need it.” Good idea. “Those bags look like they seal tight so stuff the ammo into the bags and get digging here in the sand, we’ll make it with some rocks or something.” Rutledge nods, agreeing. “We’ll take what we can get too I assume.”

“Right,” you say. You look at one of the Stenos lying next to that Triceratops you just put down. You walk up to it, looking at its scoped rifle still clutched in its hands. Hm. For a primitive design, it doesn’t look too shabby. You reach out for it.

But then you notice something. You squint.

There’s no plasma marks on this guy.

His tail suddenly whips your carbine out of your hands. He jumps up from the sand at you, baring his teeth and howling.

> Run!
> Wrestle him down!
> Call for help!
> Other

>>3395582
>> Call for help!
We have a knife right?

>>3395599
And a machete if need be.

>>3395582
>> Wrestle him down!
time to use our BIG HUMAN BODY

>>3395582
>> Call for help!

>>3395602
Yeah try throwing the knife at him and defend with our machete while calling help.

>>3395582
>>3395599
>> Wrestle him down!
>> Call for help!
WRESTLE HIM DOWN BIG BOI

> Wrestle him down!
> Call for help!

“Help!” you shout. The Steno pounches forward, slamming his legs, against your chest. His toe claws don’t penetrate your chestplate, but he still knocks you over. You bring your arms up and grab his claws, then pull him down and roll over. The two of you start thrashing around on the ground, his tail whipping up wet sand all over the place as you both try to find leverage on the other.

“I got him, I got him!” yells Godwin. Yes. Wait. NO!

“Godwin not you!” Godwin stops, holding his flamethrower. Everyone else comes over, aiming their rifles.

Rutledge pats Godwin’s shoulder. “Close but no cigar, buddy.” He aims his rifle at the Steno, ready. “Alright, just hold still!” The Steno tries to bite at your face, but you force your hand at his throat, trying to keep his head away. His teeth come within an inch of your nose. His snorting and breathing fill your ears as he tries to devour you. This bastard’s stronger than he looks! “Come on, hold still!” The Steno grabs your arms then suddenly rolls you on top of him. “Shit! Get out of the way!”

“I can’t, dumbass!” you yell. His claws squeeze against your wristguards, scratching and crushing them. Shit, shit! He again throws you down before screaming in your face.

And suddenly he’s tackled off of you. What the hell!?

“Aaahhh!” Tierney screams as she pushes the Steno down, smacking it with the butt of her plasma rifle before punching it straight in the eye. The Steno whimpers in pain, getting pushed underneath her. “Get your –filthy claws- off of him!” She bashes his head in with the stock over and over before tossing it away and grabbing its jaws. The Steno struggles, kicking its legs as she mounts its neck. She grabs both upper and lower jaw, then pulls.

You cringe at the snap. She crushes the now split head of the Steno into the ground before giving it one more punch to the ruined eyeball. Rutledge comes up and helps you up to your feet as Tierney pants, dusting herself off. Blood stains her hands and now chestplate before she again kicks the corpse. “Bastard,” she whines, her voice cracking a bit as she shakes.

Levy blinks, stepping back. “Brutal,” he whispers.

She looks at you, her hands still shaking as she reaches out to you. “A-… Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” You nod. That was not what you were expecting. “Yeah, I’m good.” She nods, stepping back.

Rutledge nudges you. “The Mortars. What do we do with them?”

“They’re a little on the big side,” says Stoakes. “But we can probably get them all back to the ship along with some ammo.”

> Spike the guns, render them useless so the Lizards can’t use them.
> Take the Mortars back to the ship. They’re big, but you’ve got enough people to get them all back.
> Hide them somewhere nearby. You’ll get them back later.
> Other

>>3395990
>> Hide them somewhere nearby. You’ll get them back later.
Make sure the patrol is gone or dealt with before carrying back anything heavy.

>>3395990
>> Hide them somewhere nearby. You’ll get them back later.
What else was part of the supply convoy? Or were the mortars and shells it? Also give Tierney a pat on the back and a 'good fucking job.'

>>3396008
For now, it's just the four heavy mortars and their expected ammunition and the tools require to maintain them as well as well some entrenching tools likely for the sake of making an improvised FOB.

>>3395990
>> Hide them somewhere nearby. You’ll get them back later.

>>3396028
We can take the tools back first if they're not too heavy; probably make digging traps easier as well.

>>3395990
>> Hide them somewhere nearby. You’ll get them back later.

>>3395990
>> Hide them somewhere nearby. You’ll get them back later.

> Hide them somewhere nearby. You’ll get them back later.

“Let’s hide them somewhere nearby, we’ll get them alter. Right now, we gotta worry about that patrol coming back. So let’s get the mortars hidden. And let’s get these bodies hidden too. Stoakes, Tierney, Rutledge, Morrison, you guys handle the mortars. The rest of us will find some places for these bodies.” Everyone breaks up and quickly gets to their rolls. One thing you find is that there’s a decently sized ditch only a stone’s throw north. So that ends up being where you throw the bodies of the Stenos. The Ceratosaurs and the Trikes are going to be a bigger issue, at least until Graves points this out to you.

“Tide will take the bodies out eventually,” she remarks. “Let’s just take what we can get.” Agreed.

Tierney and Stoakes wheel one of the heavy mortars out, while Rutledge and Morrison hurry on with the next. You help Levy shove one of the bags of mortars into a hole on the beach then quickly bury it under some rocks by the cliff. It’ll be protected from water thanks to the bag being sealed up and it’ll be hidden too. Levy however stops you once you move out for more. “Hey, that was some crazy shit Tierney pulled.”

“Ah, I would’ve had him if she hadn’t taken him,” you say.

“Nah, nah, that’s not what I mean,” he says. You look at him, confused. “I mean… is she like-… alright?”

“Mentally fit you mean?” you ask. He nods. There’s no malice behind it. You can genuinely tell he’s a little frightened by what he just say. Truth be told, it was amazing to look at. But that was seriously out of character for her. “I’m sure she’s fine.”

Graves comes up and says, “Yeah, ask the basketcase about mental illness, that’s a good idea.” You roll your eyes at her. She sighs, then looks at Levy. “Look, Levy. Tierney’s been through a lot. Cut her some slack, okay?”

“Alright,” he says. “Just saying.”

Tierney slides down the hill and comes up to you, as if on cue. “We’ve hid the Mortars in the swamp by a big tree. We marked it with a circle in the bark.” Good, good. “We’ve got two bags of ammo as well up there too.”

“How many shells are in each bag?” asks Levy.

Rutledge says, “Six. So that makes twelve up there and presumably…” He starts counting off. “Two bags per trike, four trikes uh…”

“Fourty-eight shells,” Graves says quickly. “Quite a haul.”

“We picked up the tools too,” says Morrison. “They’re with the Mortars.” He looks at you now. “What do we do now, boss?”

> Head out back to the base. You’ll come back for the equipment later.
> “We’ll set up further north and see if we can’t intercept that patrol coming back.”
> “We wait here and wait for the patrol.”
> Other

>>3396438
>“Yeah, ask the basketcase about mental illness
rude

> “We’ll set up further north and see if we can’t intercept that patrol coming back.”
not good to sit in one spot, you get fat and complacent

>>3396438
>> “We wait here and wait for the patrol.”
Wait a little further in to make detection less likely. I just want to be sure they pass on by without suspecting anything. Has any and all blood been thoroughly covered? Want to mask any smells they might be able to pick up on as well.

>>3396511
The blood will be washed away in the sand.

>>3396513
By the time the patrol returns? It's all about when the patrol comes back.

>>3396524
Yeah, should be gone by then.

>>3396511
Supporting

> “We wait here and wait for the patrol.”

“We’ll wait here and wait for the patrol. They’ll come by eventually and we’ll have to schwack them when they do if they come a knocking. Everyone get into position, same deal as last time.” You all hurry back up onto the hill and get yourselves into position.

…

…

A few hours pass by. A C-Ration was broken open so you could get a quick power snack in before the inevitable. Nobody wanted to say anything in that time. What else was there to say? That you were going to ambush a column of Stenos? Regardless, in those few hours, the tide had came in and thankfully began washing up over the Trike and Ceratosaur corpses. The rip tide hopefully will take them back out. And with the high tide, the already narrow strip of beach was now even narrower, only big enough for maybe ten or so Stenos at a time.

You take another look to the north. You see them coming now. You quickly grunt, motioning everyone to get down. You all lie prone on top of the cliff, covered again once more by the foliage.

The Stenos come in, confused. Their leader, the black-helmeted one sniffs the air, then turns to the sea, before looking up at the cliffs. He then sniffs the ground, chittering confusedly. The other Stenos wag their tails, glancing around, trying to figure out what happened. One of them catches a scent, which slowly goes to the sea while the others look and glare around. Then one sniffs the air and looks again at the Cliffside.

Right. They’ve stopped. You ready your carbine. If they stop, they’re dead.

Right, that's it for this bit. But we'll be back I think Wednesday night-ish and continue from there. Hope you've been enjoying yourselves. Go ahead and ask questions if you got them, leave comments and critique, I thrive on it. For now, I must sleep.

Good night.

>>3396983
It's a shame updates are real slow, but I'm glad they're coming and not just halted.

>>3396989
Thanks for running senpai.

Glad to be getting back in the jungle, lets hope it gets real hectic.

On another note, I'm glad that we haven't been having any of our "bad thoughts" lately, maybe we've found some outlet for stress release

>>3396989
Thanks for running.

>>3396983
just got done reading the archives and I gotta say this is a pretty damn good quest you got here, good job man

…

…

Plasma fire erupts from your bushes. One shot quickly takes down a Steno, then another, and another. They all panic and shout and begin fleeing but right into Stoakes’ and Rutledge’s kill zone. They fire directly on the retreating survivors, nailing them with both a massive wall of plasma bolts and accurate shots to their backs. They all drop before they can get even a single accurate shot into play. It was almost too easy. After several seconds, all that’s left are the wounded and the dead. You made sure to snipe out the wounded before coming down, and you definitely made sure they were all dead this time.

“Whoo!” Rutledge smirks, looking at you. “We sure showed those bastards!”

Graves marches over one of the dead Steno corpses, glancing to you. “I think we got them before they could signal for help too. They might’ve been a clean ambush all things considered.”

“Yeah,” you say. You look around. Still, there’s no reason you can’t be careful though. These Lizards are tough.

“What do we do then?” asks Rutledge.

“If I may make a suggestion.” Godwin pipes up, getting all of yours attention. “Seeing what they did to Horner and Bakker, I think we ought take some of these fellas and…” He makes a slicing motion with his finger across his neck. “Maybe stake ‘em around our territory, let them know what they’re getting into.”

“We’re not savages, Godwin,” Graves says. “Lizards aren’t going to respect that kind of message from us. They’ll think we’re barbarians.”

“Well, sorry, I wasn’t aware they thought more of us,” Godwin says, disdain dripping from his mouth. “Given how Joffrey looks and everything.” Graves shakes her head, dismissive. “Come on, you think it’s a good idea, right, Boss?”

Rutledge says, “It’d take some time but…”

> “Get these bodies hidden and disappeared. We aren’t sending any messages today.”
> “Fine, we’ll send them a message. Cut their heads off and stick them on some spears. Let ‘em know what happened.”
> Other

Welcome back to No One Gets Left Behind. As per usual, this is being dumped overnight so go ahead and leave your votes and I shall return around 6PM EST.

>>3405571
>Get these bodies hidden and dissappeared. It's a scarier message to just go missing and never be found.

>>3405581
Supporting.

>>3405581
Sounds good.

>>3405581
Support.
Significantly more terrifying for patrols and convoys to just vanish.

>>3405581
supporting

>>3405581
Yeah that is p spoopy.

> Other

“Get the bodies hidden and disappeared. It’s a scarier message to just go missing and never be found.” Godwin seems a bit skeptical at that. “Unless you want to argue. We can.”

“Pff. Fine, fine.” Godwin holds up a hand defensively. He walks off to the nearest corpse and starts to drag it. Everyone else starts splitting off too to get everything settled as well. Before you go however, Graves nudges you.

“You alright?” you ask.

“Yeah,” you say, checking yourself. Those claws scratched your armor a bit, your wristguards are sort of scuffed, but you’re good all things considered. “Why do you ask?”

“Just making sure,” says Graves. “Because…” She clicks her teeth, pointing past her chest at Tierney. Unlike the others who usually need help taking the corpses away to be buried, Tierney is dragging one off by herself with very little effort on her part. “Gotta admit, she saved you. But, that was a little out of character for her, don’t you think?”

“She’s growing a spine,” you say. “No more freezing up in combat, you know? Isn’t that good?”

Graves frowns a bit, then sighs. “It is. I’m just worried we’re going to be losing our cute little girl to this horrific world we’re in.” You roll your eyes at her. “Maybe talk with her once we get back to camp. I will, just to make sure she’s still mentally functional. But she always values what you say. Remember that.” She gently fistbumps your chest. “Okay?”

“Okay.” You nod to her, understanding.

With that however, Rutledge comes up to you. “Hey, buddy.” He tosses you one of the Steno’s scoped rifles. “Check it out. These bastards are actually using bolt-actions. Can you believe that?” You give it another examination. It’s a carbine bolt action with a scope as long as the rifle itself, yeah. You check the side as well, and find a little loading gate. You flip it open and see several bullets still inside. Huh. These Lizards are –very- nostalgic, or perhaps their tech is more primitive than people realize. “I’d keep the scope though, that might come in handy. Burke’s gonna need a new one for her DMR.” Of course, of course.

Still, a proper scoped Carbine…

> Loot the weapons as well, never know when you might need them.
> There’s quite a few weapons on the ground and you already have the mortars to potentially take back. Best to leave them or toss them with the bodies.
> Other

>>3407495
>> Loot the weapons as well, never know when you might need them.

>>3407495
>> Loot the weapons as well, never know when you might need them.
I wonder can we train the Deinos to use these things?

>>3407495
might as well take the weapons with us see if we can arm the Deinos.
the only other option I can see is sabotaging the weapons and leaving them behind however I don't really think we have the means to do so at the moment

>>3407495
>> Loot the weapons as well, never know when you might need them.

>>3407495
>> Loot the weapons as well, never know when you might need them.
Could use them to set up a few Quaker guns to finally trap that sniper bastard

> Loot the weapons as well, never know when you might need them.

“Let’s pick up their weapons,” you say. “Never know when we might need them.” Graves nods. Adding picking up weapons and ammo is on the list of chores to do. And it takes you quite a while before the bodies are all cleared out and either thrown into the sea to be buried by the sand and the tide or buried in a shallow ditch under more sand and mud. This takes quite some time that you admit you’d rather spend on something else. But in the end, you’ve gathered up all the materials necessary and divided the load off to Tierney, Morrison, and Rutledge.

As you get ready to go, Burke arrives. Nielson follows behind her, anxious. “Hey, Boss.” You wave to them, stepping up to them. “How’d it go?”

“You know how it went,” you say. He nods, understanding.

Burke says, “We followed the patrol all the way up to that river delta past that retrieval boat wreckage. They were waiting for the convoy there for some time but obviously I guess it didn’t show up. It looks like that really was where they intended to make their FOB. Seems we put a stop to it.”

“For now!” Rutledge struggles holding his own rifle along with five rifles on his back. “Listen, we got the Heavy Mortars hidden in the woods too along with some of the ammo as well. And we just buried the bodies too. We better get going back before we push our luck.”

“Yeah,” says Burke. “Daylight’s burning. What do you think? They might send another party out to look for the guys we just off’d.”

> “I’ll stay put and look out overnight here. If anyone wants to stay, I’ll welcome them.”
> “Nah, we best get going. We’ve done enough.”
> “Let’s head back. We’ll take the Mortars with us too.”
> Other

Sorry but this is where I gotta put a pause for the night. I was really hoping to get us to an update every hour but it didn't quite click. Maybe tomorrow.

Go ahead and leave your votes overnight and we'll be back hopefully same time same place.

>>3407958
>> “Nah, we best get going. We’ve done enough.”

>>3407958
>> “Let’s head back. We’ll take the Mortars with us too.”

>>3407958
>> “Nah, we best get going. We’ve done enough.”
Come back for the big guns later.

>>3407958
> “Nah, we best get going. We’ve done enough.”
also, I personally suggest we hide the artillery somewhere to retrieve later

>>3407958
>> “Nah, we best get going. We’ve done enough.”
Bring all the guns and ammo with, make a return trip at some point for the mortars.

>>3407958
>> “Nah, we best get going. We’ve done enough.”

> “Nah, we best get going. We’ve done enough.”

“Nah, we best get going,” you say. “We’ve done enough here. You’ve hidden the mortars, correct?” Rutledge nods. “Right, show me where they are later, we’ll come and get them later at some point. For now, we’ll head back to the camp. Burke, would you mind taking point?” She nods silently before skulking away. “Alright, everyone rally up on Burke, let’s get out of here and fast before the next patrol arrives.” Everyone starts moving after you, quiet. Morrison looks back at the now deserted and quiet beach. It’s nearly as if there wasn’t a battle that took place there.

Hell, if the Lizards want to send anybody else, they should feel free to. More stuff for you to steal and loot.

…

…

Rain again starts dripping down onto the swamp. Seems like this is becoming the default pattern of weather for the place. You skipped by the village, mostly to make sure that if you’re leaving tracks you won’t be leading them back to that village. That is one of the Deinonychus’ homes after all. You’d feel terrible if the Lizards put it to the torch because of you. Everyone quietly walks as the mist drops down into the swamp.

Levy nudges Morrison. “So uh… married to an alien, huh?”

“Yeah, what of it?” asks Morrison, clearly displeased by that question.

“I- I was… just…” Levy steps back, defensively. “Just curious, that’s all.” Graves quickly steps in between the two of them, to which Morrison snorts and focuses forward again. Graves shakes her head at Levy, not condescendingly but more in terms of “don’t even bother”. Levy sighs, glancing away.

Rutledge gently pokes Nielson’s back. “So. Two chicks at once, huh?” Nielson blushes intensely, keeping looking forward. “How was it?”

“I-… I don’t know,” he says. “I was drunk, so I don’t remember much.”

Levy smirks, chuckling. “I definitely saw Early stumbling a little this morning.” Rutledge starts snickering too.

“Knock it off,” Nielson says, looking back at them both. “I- It was just-… we were drunk, okay?”

Graves rolls her eyes. “Youth.”

“You’re not that much older, Graves,” Rutledge says.

“I feel –old-. Just look at Daddy here, won’t touch me, thinks I’m a granny or some shit,” she says.

> “You’re not a granny, you’re a slut, there’s a difference.”
> “I’m not gonna comment.”
> Don’t say anything, don’t dignify anything she’s saying.
> “Graves, you’re a nice girl, I’m just not interested.”
> Other

>>3410332
>> “I’m not gonna comment.”

>>3410332
>> “I’m not gonna comment.”

and then possibly scout ahead to check for traps ambushes or white feather

>>3410332
>> “I’m not gonna comment.”

>>3410332
>>3410359
We should make a joke about knowing a trap when we see one. Then do ahead to look for traps.

>>3410480
that's genius supporting

>>3410480
I'll support as well.

> “I’m not gonna comment.”
> Other

“I won’t comment.” You point ahead. “I gotta check ahead for traps though.” You wink at her. “I know one when I see one.”

Graves blinks, then gives you a very fierce glare. “Frak off, Daddy!” she says, indignant. You start snickering, running ahead out in front of Burke. Rutledge, Morrison, Nielson, and Levy start guffawing at you as you run ahead and away. “Augh!” Graves waves you off, a light blush to her cheeks.

Stoakes pouts, looking at Graves. “He got you good.”

“Shut up.”

You let your Carbine hang from its sling and start looking around. One thing about this dense swamp jungle environment was that you could never really be too careful. Even with the natives being friendly too you, there was all kinds of wildlife that could come out and end your life then and there. You’ve seen it in that Spinosaurus and in those Baryonyx that roam around. Not to mention if one of those Pachys ever come around… You just have to exercise common sense around wild animals. Give them their distance and they’ll give you yours. But as for traps.

Well, interesting question. The White Feather was last spotted north of the river. He almost shot you. Could he have come around and migrated to the south to try and get a shot at you instead? Maybe. Possibly. You don’t know for sure. And you’d really hate to find out based on him perhaps shooting one of your comrades.

As you walk though, you hear a twig snap. You quickly turn its direction.

Poking its head above a bush was a Deinonychus, with black and white stripes across his snout and black paintings across his head. He doesn’t hiss, nor does he snarl, or even vocalize anything. He simply stares at you, and you stare right back at him.

Burke comes up behind you a few seconds later, standing beside you. The Deino bares his teeth, then turns and leaves, swishing his tail behind you. She looks at you. “Watch your back, Boo. These Deinos still own this land. Maybe not all of them are still happy about us.” Very true. Looks like he was alone at least. “Once we get back, what do we do?”

> “We just sit and relax, maybe wait for night to pick up the mortars.”
> “We do some scouting. Or maybe just me, I dunno.”
> “Probably should focus inwards or something. Take stock, maybe explore the ship a little.”
> Other

>>3410751
>> “Probably should focus inwards or something. Take stock, maybe explore the ship a little.
When night falls go back for the mortars.

>>3410760
> “We do some scouting. Or maybe just me, I dunno.”

the primary objective is the mortars, however, keep in mind the dinos are more active at night and thus do not expect an attack from us.
therefore secondary is to observe the dinos and look for vulnerable operations / important items and dinos, and possibly attack if an opportunity arises.

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>>3410751
>we finally got Graves

>>3410751
>> Other
We rest for the night, then first thing early next morning we scout the river logistics route.

Seeing as how it's late and it does not appear that there's a winning vote, I'll leave it up overnight and we shall resume in the morning. So go ahead and leave your votes in, along with questions if you got 'em. Hope you're enjoying yourselves, see you in the morning.

>>3410751
>> “Probably should focus inwards or something. Take stock, maybe explore the ship a little.”

Nice to put Graves on the backspin for once.

>>3410751
>> “Probably should focus inwards or something. Take stock, maybe explore the ship a little.”

> “Probably should focus inwards or something. Take stock, maybe explore the ship a little.”

“Probably should focus inwards or something, take stock of what we grabbed, maybe explore the ship a little more.” You whistle to Nielson. “Nielson.” He steps up to you quickly, attentive. “You said you got something brewing, right?”

“Yeah,” he says. “With your permission of course, I’d like to take Delta around the ship, see what he knows about it, maybe we can find some way to get the communicator working if there is one, maybe even see if we can get some power to the ship or something. If the ship is as big as I think it is…” He rubs his chin, thinking on it. “I mean, I won’t bore you with the specifics though, boss.”

“I know,” you say. “I already said to Rutledge that I’m good with it. But I’d like you to make sure you don’t leave yourself alone with Delta. He seems trustworthy but let’s not give him everything so to speak. I’d like you to make sure you travel with a bodyguard or something to make sure he doesn’t try anything stupid.”

“You got it.” He nods, eager. “I suppose I can take Early or maybe even one of the guys with me. Heck, even a whole team.” That’s what you want to hear. He’s working smart at least, saves you some stress. “I got another idea though, Boss.”

“Oh?” You blink, looking at him.

“That Titanoboa,” he says. “It can’t have come in without tunneling in there, right? Titanoboa’s are huge. There must be some way it must’ve gotten in there. And given there’s no food inside the ship, it must have some way out of there too to hunt and stuff.” He pauses a bit, thinking. “Boss, you think there might be a cave around here that leads into the ship?”

Burke steps up, chiming in. “Gotta be. It’d have starved to death a long time ago. It didn’t get to that size just breathing water.”

> “If we’re scouting, we’ll look for any caves to make sure.”
> “We’ll have to check from the inside. No way we can scout this entire Swamp for an opening.”
> “I don’t know about that. Let’s leave it alone for now.”
> Other

>>3412352
> “If we’re scouting, we’ll look for any caves to make sure.”

not as a primary mission but it won't hurt to keep an eye out.
also, keep in mind there is a fair chance that it may be a flooded cave if the state of the ship is anything to go by.

>>3412352
>> Other
No reason we can't keep an eye out both inside and out. If we manage to find the outside entrance nice but searching from the inside also works as well.

We can have Burke and a few others scout the area around the ship closely maybe the dinos know the cave

>>3412352
> “If we’re scouting, we’ll look for any caves to make sure.”
This should actually be the first thing we do; we need to know all possible entrances into our base as to avoid being sabotaged from the inside

> “If we’re scouting, we’ll look for any caves to make sure.”

“If we’re scouting, we’ll make sure to look for any caves,” you say. “I reckon there has to be one not too far from the ship maybe if you’re right. We also gotta make sure that the tunnels would be safe for us to cross too. The place is flooded remember. Could be the tunnels are too.”

“Right.” Nielson nods, a bit of concern crossing his face as he thinks on the idea. If you’re really lucky, that tunnel can be used to cross the swamp without exposing yourself unnecessarily to any enemy fire or action. It could even serve as a possible escape route if they ever find the ship and put it under siege. Conversely, the Lizards might find it first and could use it to get inside the ship before you realize it. Best to try and look for it in your spare time if possible. If the Lizards haven’t come up from inside the ship, they don’t know about it that’s for sure. And that’ll hopefully stay that way.

With that though, you arrive back at the ship relatively shortly. You see Wexley and Hood kicking up a rock with their knees, trying to keep it in the air as they wait on standby. At least until they see you. “Hey, the boss is back!” Wexley proclaims. He kicks the rock away. “Get us any souvenirs?”

“Plenty,” says Rutledge. He hands his rifles off to Wexley. “Get these inside the armory, catalog them for me.” Wexley frowns. “Come on, you weren’t doing anything anyway.”

“Yeah, sure, sure,” he says. Tierney hands her rifles off to Hood as well. To which Hood nods and follows Wexley. Wexley turns to you and says, “Hey, boss. The Wife’s been clawing at the stable a lot lately while you were gone. Maybe talk to her or something. Give her the ol…” He makes a thrusting motion with his fist, smirking. “You know.” You give him the finger in response.

Graves steps past you. “I’ll be in the medbay. Tierney, why don’t you come with.”

Tierney blinks, looking at Graves with still shaking hands. “But I’m not-“ Graves takes Tierney’s shoulders and starts pushing her to the medbay.

“I’ll be downstairs,” says Nielson. “Come find me if you want to go hunting.” With that, Nielson steps inside too. The hunting party in general hurries inside as the rain starts to come in harder. What should you do now?

> Head to the medbay, check on Tierney’s condition as Graves asked you to.
> Head downstairs with Nielson.
> Check on the Wife, see what’s making her agitated.
> Other

>>3412716
>> Check on the Wife, see what’s making her agitated.

>>3412716
>> Check on the Wife, see what’s making her agitated
We can check on Tierney once Graves is done with her.

>>3412716
>caves
>tunnels
Time to go full VIETCONG.

> Check on the Wife, see what’s making her agitated.

>>3412716
> Check on the Wife, see what’s making her agitated.

then

> Head downstairs with Nielson
we haven't been hunting in a while

>>3412716
>> Check on the Wife, see what’s making her agitated.

> Check on the Wife, see what’s making her agitated.

You look inside the stable and find the Wife screeching quietly to herself. The kids all eat out of a bucket full of meat, except for the Runt which stands at her side, shaking and shivering quietly. “Alright, what’s the matter?” you ask. Stoakes steps up next to you, curious as well to see what’s going on with the Wife. The Wife bares her teeth, hissing at you. “Delta.” Delta steps up and looks up at you, waiting to hear you. “Ask her what’s going on?” Delta nods, then chirps to the Wife. The Wife comes up to the side of the stall, then snaps at Delta. Delta reflexively jumps back, hissing loudly at her. The Wife screams at Delta in return.

Okay, she’s definitely in a foul mood.

Delta starts drawing the response out in the dirt. He draws the four kids, with the Runt being separated from the others. The Wife is then shown with claws over the Runt. Wait. What? The Wife picks up the Runt with her claws, hissing at you. Wait, what!?

Stoakes gasps, covering her mouth. “She’s not going to put that little cutie down is she!?”

“Delta, is she-“ Delta nods. “She wants to kill the Runt?” Delta nods again, snickering a bit. “Stop laughing!” Delta continues to etch his response out. The Runt runs too slow. The Runt isn’t taking to meals like the rest. The Runt has shaky claws. He won’t survive.

“Nooo!” Stoakes starts openly crying, her lips quivering a little as she reaches out to the Runt. “Don’t kill him! I'll take care of him!” You sigh, rubbing your forehead. The Wife stares dumbly at Stoakes, holding the shaking Runt in her claws still.

> “We can discuss this later.”
> “Tell her we’re not going to kill the Runt.”
> “I mean, he probably won’t survive anyway I guess so…”
> Other

>>3413063
> “Tell her we’re not going to kill the Runt.”
Give it to Stoakes if she doesn't want it.

>>3413063
>> “Tell her we’re not going to kill the Runt.”
Runt is gonna grow up big and strong, kill many lizards, yes?

>>3413063
> “Tell her we’re not going to kill the Runt.”
we will make a fighter out of him.

>>3413063
>> Other
Stoakes, do you want a pet?

So sorry for the lateness on this update, I'm kinda busy with something. Will update soon as I can.

>>3413580
It's cool senpai.

> “Tell her we’re not going to kill the Runt.”

“Tell her we’re not killing the Runt.” You walk on over and swipe the Runt out of her claws. Delta quickly translate for you to her. The Wife screeches, glaring angrily at you. She bares her teeth at the shivering and shaking Runt as you quickly hand it off to Stoakes. “Stoakes, take care of him for me, please. I’ll come look at him later.”

“Oooh, you little baby you!” Stoakes clutches the Runt tight in her arms, careful not to choke it obviously. The Runt cries, whining as it reaches its claws up to Stoakes. “Ooohh! Don’t worry, mommy’s here, sweetie!” She rubs her cheek against the Runt’s head, humming in a motherly fashion. “Don’t worry, Boss. I’ll take good care of him. Come on, baby! Let me go feed you something you can eat inside, alright?” Stoakes hurries inside, taking the Runt crying with her. The Runt reaches out for the Wife and you, crying loudly. Probably still just recognizes the Wife and you as Mom and Dad you suppose. But still, you can’t quite get behind the idea of just putting the Runt down just for being weak. You’re not in that era of the world where you drown kittens for having too many.

Delta bares his teeth, clicking his teeth at you. “Listen here, I’m not going to stand for it. The Runt’s my kid too that I gotta take care of, and that’s what I’ll do.” The Wife shrieks. “You shut up, you know what you’re doing!” you say to her. “You may be my goddamn tribal Wife but you’re not my damn master, I’ll do what I want with my kid!” The Wife continues shrieking indignant at you. “Don’t give me that lip, damn it!” The Wife shakes her head, whipping her tail around as she turns her back on you. The kids chirp and bounce around in her stable.

Augh, goddamn spouses.

> Go to the Medbay
> Go downstairs and meet Nielson
> Give yourself a damn break inside the common room
> Other

Unfortunately, that'll be the last post for today. We'll resume tomorrow morning hopefully earlier in the morning and we shall continue on then. Go ahead and leave your votes in overnight and see you by then.

>>3414076
>> Go to the Medbay
Let's settle things with all the ladies first.

>>3414076
>> Go to the Medbay

>>3414076
>> Go to the Medbay
Time to go see how mentally unstable Tierney is.
That runt is gonna be a good boi, I can feel it.

>>3414076
>> Go to the Medbay

>>3414236
The goodest of bois
We will make him into someone even the white feather will fear, exo suits and nanomachines son.

I'm so sorry. I know you all are expecting me to update today but I just can't. I can't bring myself to do anything today and I know that's not a really great excuse. I'm gonna be taking the following weekend off to try and refresh myself and we'll be back by the 17th.

Please wait for me then. I know I haven't kept things up properly so I just want to apologize.

>>3415565
lol don't sweat it man. most would have given up far before you, so it's a testament top your will that you've been able to push past the QM curse.

it's worth seeing how this will end, so take the time you need to start enjoying this again. see you when so see you when we see you

>>3415565
no worries man, can't expect everything to go perfectly if you need a break no one will blame you

>>3415565
Is this the dreaded quest fatigue that kills qms?

>>3415565
Yeah take a break if you're having a block. No worries.

>>3415565
Push past the QM's curse anon! You can do it!

>>3415565
Dunno if it’s worth anything to you, but reading this quest inspired me to start my own. You can do it, Survive!

>>3415575
>>3415650
>>3415682
>>3415694
>>3416017
>>3419599
Before I finally remember to archive, thank you for the kind words. We'll be back soon.

>>3419599
aw jeez

>>3419829
Oh, someone actually archived it for me, that was nice of them. Thanks to whoever did that.

thred

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