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After a very embarrassing bath in the open with Burke and Graves, you walk through the empty halls of the ship with Nielson, Burke, Graves, Rutledge, and Banner along with Delta. It feels hard to breathe in the ship now. You’re not sure if it’s the lack of oxygen or from something else. Hopefully the fire didn’t exactly cause any unknown viruses to suddenly spread like wildfire and infect everyone. You march down the steps and end up back in the chamber with all the black boxes in it, where Nielson was setting up a potential broadcast to the Fleet. The tinder pile had more or less burned away into a huge pile of charcoal. Still embers and still hot to the touch. For now, best avoided. And right now, it seemed there were no drones running around either. So they’re probably dormant.

Nielson checks the box he had been working on and says, “They’re all good. Looks like welding and shuttering up the doors worked.” You smile, sighing with relief. Thank goodness. “Now. Listen, I think I just need another day or two and I can probably get this working.”

“Day or two?” asks Rutledge. “Why not now?”

“There’s still a lot of interference to get through,” Nielson says. Delta croaks, tapping the box with his claw and looking up at you. “Not to mention other factors. But… I think I’m close to a breakthrough. I just need some way to-“

Burke croses her arms. “Yeah, yeah. We know. I’ll stand guard with him, Boo.”

“So will I,” says Rutledge. “I-“

“Nah-ah.” Burke shakes her head. “You gotta set up some temp shelters, remember? We’ll all move back inside once we’re sure it’s clear. I’ll guard Nielson down here. You and all the rest go back upstairs.” She glances at you, a sidelong look of knowing. You look at Rutledge. He shrugs, paying no mind before turning around with Banner.

Graves says, “Try not to get eaten down here, Burke.”

“Only thing that’s gonna get eaten are your cowtits when we run out of food, bitch,” Burke hisses.

“At least I have cowtits, Pocahontas,” Graves snaps back.

“Slut.” Burke rolls her eyes as you and Graves walk away. Nielson awkwardly goes back to work, deciding not to interject.

“Ugh. Already back to normal with that,” Graves mutters. “You gonna talk to Tierney or what? We probably shouldn’t wait too long.”

“Eh, I did say I wanted to give her time,” you explain. “It’s only been like an hour.”

“I guess. But don’t take too long.” Once you’re back outside, you decide to figure out what to do…

> Help Rutledge and crew set up the temporary shelters.
> Talk with the wounded. You already know Tierney messed them up. But how?
> Maybe it’s best to talk with Tierney now rather than later.
> Other
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Welcome back to No One Gets Left Behind. The MC has managed to make it back to camp only to find Tierney in some berserk rage has wounded quite a number of the team. Gripping stuff.

The archive is here: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=No+One+Gets+Left+Behind

As per usual, I will leave this vote up overnight so go ahead and leave your vote in and we'll catch up in the morning.
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>>3830356
>> Talk with the wounded. You already know Tierney messed them up. But how?
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>>3830356
>> Talk with the wounded. You already know Tierney messed them up. But how?
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>>3830356
>> Talk with the wounded. You already know Tierney messed them up. But how?
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> Talk with the wounded. You already know Tierney messed them up. But how?
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>>3830356
>> Talk with the wounded. You already know Tierney messed them up. But how?
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> Talk with the wounded. You already know Tierney messed them up. But how?

You kneel down besides Connell as he holds his shoulder. Seems someone popped his shoulder back into place. Meanwhile Levy was lying down next to him and Smitty was sat down holding his broken fingers in a makeshift cast. “So how’d this stuff happen?” you ask.

“You know how it happened,” says Smitty. “Damn bitch went berserk.”

Connell offers a more helpful explanation. “Godwin left the ship. Said that there was an accident and you didn’t make it. And well… Tierney didn’t believe it. And then Godwin said something, I didn’t hear it. And then hell broke loose. Tierney just grabbed Godwin and started bashing his face in against a log. It was like… goddamn. We all had to help him. So we all rushed to get Tierney off. But then she started attacking everybody. She bites Hood, she pulls my arm out of its socket. She punches Levy in the gut hard enough to floor him. Tombs put up a better fight though and he floored her down so we could restrain her.”

“Must have been something,” you say.

“Man.” Connell shakes his head. “I thought that girl was just some cute little bird but seeing that, it really makes you wonder what’s making her tick.” He sighs. “Stoakes is kind of inconsolable though.”

“Why’s that?” you ask.

Hood says, “I mean, aside from Joffrey and Godwin, she’s the last of her platoon now that can still stand.” You look over at Stoakes, separated from the rest, sitting next to a tree. She gently feeds the Runt out of her hand, a very downcast expression on her face. “I feel pretty bad for her. Can’t be easy.”

“Well…” You know what that’s like. You sigh, feeling a headache coming. “Look. I’m sorry it’s happened to all of you. I will talk to Tierney about this.”

“You sure?” asks Levy. “She beat the crap out of us. I don’t think any talking is gonna do her any good. That girl’s gone insane.”

“Yeah.” Connell looks at you with some terror in his eyes. “You unleash her on the Lizards, that’s one thing. Her being scared to fight. That’s another. But this shit? How the frak are we supposed to trust her after this?”

> “If you trust me, you’ll trust her.”
> “I don’t know. But we have to try.”
> “I don’t expect you to. But she’s one of us. So deal with it.”
> Other
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>>3831997
>> “I don’t expect you to. But she’s one of us. So deal with it.”
Maybe a bit hypocritical coming from us but the minute we decide voting on getting rid of other people we're honestly kind of screwed up.
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>>3831997
>> “I don’t know. But we have to try.”
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>>3831997
>> “I don’t expect you to. But she’s one of us. So deal with it.”
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> “I don’t expect you to. But she’s one of us. So deal with it.”

“I don’t expect you to. But she’s one of us. So deal with it.” Nobody seems to like that as an answer. Yeah, you can understand their trepidation at the idea of accepting Tierney like this. But you are not voting people off the island like it’s some kind of movie. It’s like Graves said. You’re not savages. You fold your arms, kicking at the ground a little. The way things are, Tierney’s gonna have to do a lot to win their trust again. If she ever wins their trust again.

Connell says, “Look. I can understand you two are like together or some shit.” You glare a little at him. But he continues. “But she’s a freak. We’re not gonna fight with her. Frak, I wouldn’t even be in the same building as her.” Everyone nods, quiet agreements. “Take your shit and shove it.”

“She’s one of us,” you say. “And she’s a fellow soldier. And she’s not a Lizard. That’s enough for me.”

Hood hisses, “She frakking bit me!” You pause, sighing. “Come on, man!”

“Guys. Guys. Enough.” Levy shakes his head. “Look, this guy’s the boss. He answers to no one except maybe Rutledge and God.” He looks at you, a firm expression on his face. “We’re the soldiers, you’re the boss. You make the decisions, we carry them out. That’s the way it is.”

“Should’ve tried to get rank sooner then,” Hood mutters.

> Go and comfort Stoakes. She looks like she needs a friend.
> Go speak to Tierney. Best to tear the band-aid off.
> Help set up the shelters with the others.
> Other
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>>3832442
>> Go and comfort Stoakes. She looks like she needs a friend.
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>>3832442
>> Go and comfort Stoakes. She looks like she needs a friend.
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>>3832442
>> Go speak to Tierney. Best to tear the band-aid off.
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Well looks like we either need to fuck Tierney and make her snap out of it, or we take her out back and shoot her.

Or we make her our attack dog
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Unfortunately I gotta drop out for now but I'll pick this back up in the morning. I'll see you anons then.
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>>3833152
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>>3832442
>> Go speak to Tierney. Best to tear the band-aid off.
>>3833152
>>3833368
i Concur
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>>3833152
At the same time you know what they say about sticking your dick in crazy...
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>>3833979
Also I'll switch to
> Go speak to Tierney. Best to tear the band-aid off.
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I'm sorry, I can't put together the energy to put out posts today. I'll try and make it up to you all the following weekend instead. I hope to see you anons then.

I'm very sorry.
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>>3835223
No worries man, see you next week.
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Yeah seems it might be best to put her down, I was always partial to graves anyways and am honestly worked about her going after graves next.
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>>3835523
>>3833152
What the shit my dudes. It's 'Nobody Gets Left Behind' not 'Drop people the moment they're inconvenient'.

> Go and comfort Stoakes. She looks like she needs a friend.
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Anons. I'm sorry, but I can't muster the energy needed to get posts going. I don't know why, I just can't. And I'd rather not leave you with half-baked ideas and what not. I'm not dropping the Quest, but I think I need some time off, just a week or two. I feel like I'm going nuts trying to key things together.

I'm gonna give myself a bit of time to gather my thoughts and I hope I see you again on the next thread, and I'm so sorry to leave you all hanging like this.
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>>3845426
Just take care of yourself Survive. We'll be here when you get back.
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>>3845426
No problem man, take your time.
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>>3845426
Just take your time man we will be here waiting



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