SPY x FAMILY QUEST #1: The Great Plan for a New Protector

Commanding Officer QM

In a country on the cusp of war there exists two sides. The country of Westalis and Ostania, many people live their lives attempting to keep peace and prevent an all out war from taking the two countries once again.

You are one such person. You've seen the way society was ravaged by war. So you've sworn your life to protect it. The only question is...

How exactly are you protecting it?

> An agent of WISE, Working from the country of Westalis and keeping the peace. (The Same organization as Loid Forger and Fiona Frost)
> A member of The Garden an illustrious and secret assassin Organization, who work for a shadow government to take out traitors(Same organization as Yor Forger)
> A member of the State Security Service an organization dedicated to torturing and interrogating Westalis spies(Same organization as Yuri Briar)
> A Renegade/Mercenary operating on your own morals and beliefs with no true allegiance simply trying to prevent war.
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Welcome to Spy x Family quest! This is something I decided to run to potentially gauge interest in any sort of Spy x Family quest. If I see there isn't much activity. I'll leave it as a one-shot, if not we can keep it going!

Anonymous

>>5972907
>> A member of the State Security Service an organization dedicated to torturing and interrogating Westalis spies(Same organization as Yuri Briar)

>>5972907
> An agent of WISE, Working from the country of Westalis and keeping the peace. (The Same organization as Loid Forger and Fiona Frost)

>>5972907
>> An agent of WISE, Working from the country of Westalis and keeping the peace. (The Same organization as Loid Forger and Fiona Frost)
Not a series I would have expected to see a quest for, I'm interested in seeing where this goes

>>5972907
> A Renegade/Mercenary operating on your own morals and beliefs with no true allegiance simply trying to prevent war.

Commanding Officer QM

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>5972909
>>5972918
>>5972919
>>5972928
>>5972930
Flipping a D2 since this is deadlocked
1- Agent of WISE
2-Renegade/Mercenary

>>5972941
Agent of Westalis it is. Writing.

>>5972918
>>5972919
Ah so you're an agent of Westalis, that's understandable. A proud and noble people who want nothing but to prevent war from breaking out once more... While getting a leg up on Ostania. Hey I'm not one to try and go about judging who people decide to work for.

Ah but you're in the middle of something important aren't you? That's right! You just got called by your handler Sylvia!

"Ah Agent, it's a pleasure to see you again. I see here that you've opted to change your name again, agent..."

> What's your new name?

Anonymous

>>5972958
>Samuel Newman
On the nose maybe, but I'm shit at names

Commanding Officer QM

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>5972963
>>5972966
Alright rolling again since we're just starting up here. Plus it gives us a good way to pick between male and female so.

Anonymous

>>5972966
Supporting, but since the setting is based on Germany, I'd prefer a spelling of Neumann

Commanding Officer QM

>>5972966
>>5972972
Woops, Well guess we're a man and our "name" is Samuel Newman.

Writing!

Anonymous

>>5972976
I'll second this if it is still possible.

Commanding Officer QM

>>5972966
>>5972978
>>5972979
>>5972980

"Samuel Neumann" Sylvia looks up at you, a small smirk on her face "A little on the nose isn't it agent? Granted, this has always been a quirk of yours. Since the day you joined you've always been..."

> Aloof and Positive even in the face of danger
> Stern and focused, which leads you to not stress smaller details.

Anonymous

>>5972984
>Aloof and Positive even in the face of danger

>>5972984
>> Aloof and Positive even in the face of danger

>>5972984
>> Stern and focused, which leads you to not stress smaller details.

Commanding Officer QM

>>5972986
>>5972996
>>5973006

"...aloof and positive even in the face of danger. It's honestly pretty impressive." she looks over reports she has in her hand "but your results do speak for themselves."

You nod "Thanks Handler, I appreciate that but why did you call me in today?"

She looks to you face stern. "I'm sure you've heard of our current most important mission yes?"

"Operation STRIX, with agent Twilight right?"

You're aware, it's the plan to get close to the current running candidate for Prime Minister Donovan Desmond by pretending to be a Family. Intel has reported that he intends to cause another war allowing Ostania to rule over Westalis. Something all of you are working to stop by any means necessary.

"Indeed, while I'm glad to say that things have been going well with the plan other higher ups have gotten worried." she says face turning stern

"Worried? About what? I'm sure Twilight has got it." you remark eyebrow raised

"Hm. I agree, any look at Lloid, Ms. Briar and Anya leaves no doubt in my mind that he'd succeed. But other don't believe such things." she sighs "Which is why we've had to begin something known as 'The STRIX contingency.' "

"A contingency?" you question slowly realizing what they're going to ask you to do.

"Yes, we want you to be our plan B in the case that Operation STRIX goes wrong."

"What?!" you shout, panicked at the prospect.

"I do apologize but it's necessary. You need to find a wife and child as soon as possible."

You stutter at the blunt request before you.

> I have a son but...!
> I have a daughter but...!
> I have a wife but...!
> I'm single I don't have any of those things!

Anonymous

>>5973028
>> I'm single I don't have any of those things!

>>5973028
>> I'm single I don't have any of those things!
Hard mode engaged, baby!

Commanding Officer QM

>>5973031
>>5973036
I think there was a Beatles song about this. Writing!

>>5973031
>>5973036
"I'm single and I don't have either of those things!" you yell both afraid of the repercussions and annoyed that that's the case.

"With Fiona running assistance on other missions and helping Twilight when necessary. We unfortunately didn't have any other options. You have to get this done now." Sylvia explains

"You said it wasn't essential right?!" you ask trying to see any way out of this.

"It wasn't but it was ordered by those above, non compliance will unfortunately result in termination." she says

"AGCK" you feel your whole body tense up, how are you supposed to even manage something like this in such a short amount of time.

"Good luck Agent, we'll be providing you with the necessary finances to keep things a float." Sylvia says turning back to her work.

You hobble out of her office and sit in a train car blank faced staring straight ahead, receiving strange looks from passengers as a result. A wife? When you don't even have a girlfriend? A kid? When you don't even have the two other things?! How the hell did Sylvia expect you to manage that on short notice?! There's a ringing as you receive a coded message.

"I forgot to mention, you need to get the student enrolled in Eden Academy."

...You let your phone drop to your side. Didn't enrolling already pass? Does your kid have to be really smart? Oh no...

> Attempt to find a wife... somehow
> Attempt to find a kid... somehow

>>5973052
Fun fact this is entirely wrong I was making a "Here comes the sun." joke but that wasn't what won. I must've made a mental typo.

Anonymous

>>5973069
>Attempt to find a wife... somehow

>>5973069
>> Attempt to find a kid... somehow

Commanding Officer QM

>>5973073
>>5973132
>>5973158
"I guess I can look around for a wife..." You remark. fingers pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Oh this is a nightmare." you sigh "I would preferred an attempt at assassination over this..."
_

Hm... I think Samuel is dealing with a lot right now. Maybe we should look in on someone else. This country is much more than just one individual of course.

The question is. Where are we going now?

> City Hall
> State Security Service
> Nowhere in particular.

Ah of course, The State Security Service. A secret organization known to many in Ostania as the brutal Secret Police. They exist as a force for their own perceived justice. Striking down dissenters and those who would try to besmirch the name of the country.

Of course there are also those who are simply fighting under the assumption that they're doing so just to help their families, their country and it's citizens. You are one such person and your name is... your name is... Hm. I can't seem to place it right now.

If you could please Madame...

> Tell me your name?

>>5973632
>>5973668
Eleanor Finch.

Ah a strong name, you walk down the halls to another interrogation. Inside is a younger man, face bruised some teeth missing. He stares straight ahead not looking at anything really.

"Hello." you say with...

> A Cold focus
> A Pleasant veneer

>>5973793
>>5973796
>>5973804
You say with a pleasant veneer a small smile on your face as you approach. This rouses the young man from his stupor as he now looks at you.

"I'm sorry for how you've been treated so far." you continue "I really wish they'd lighten up on people who come in here."

The young man tenses leaning back in his chair a bit. Choosing to not believe what you're implying. There is a grain of truth to it if you're being honest, but these people are bad you're just doing this to protect the country you care about.

"I didn't do anything." He responds

You frown "Now listen, we don't just bring anyone in here. We have good reason to suspect that you we're leaking information to Westalis that would make us look worse than we do. That's not good for keeping this peace here young man."

"You freaks deserve it! Taking people out of their homes! Beating them till they talk! You're trash you hear me?! TRASH!" he yells clearly incensed

Hmmm how to proceed...

> Continue taking it easy.
> Diplomacy has failed, put on the pressure

Anonymous

>>5973993
>> Continue taking it easy.
Give him a chance to dig his grave deeper.

>>5973993
>> Diplomacy has failed, put on the pressure
Hans, bring out the testicle stretcher and my boxing gloves

>>5973993
>> Continue taking it easy.
if we continue to be nice eventually he’ll spill the bean

>>5973993
>> Continue taking it easy.
Keep it up until we need information and then continue with a pleasant attitude while performing horribly painful acts.

Commanding Officer QM

You smile keeping a light tone of voice. "I understand how you feel. If you would just allow me a question though?"

He stares you down

"Do you want to go to war?" You ask

The man freezes up.

"If you do the things you do, we will be plunged into another war and many like yourself will have to fight in it." you say

He panics

"We do our best to keep the peace, believe it or not we want this country to be better." you continue "Now can you please tell us everything you know and we can use it to continue making the country a safe place to be?" you ask

"I..." the man stops for a moment "A-alright."

"Good, let's take it from the top shall we?" You ask
_

You emerge from the room, gloves off, no blood on your uniform no screaming coming from inside

"Good work Finch. I don't know how you manage to stay so nice with these people." another member comments

"I think they just want what's best in their own way like we do." You respond. "We shouldn't be punishing them as harshly as we are on a first arrest."

"Quite the statement there Eleanor." You tense up as the boss approaches

"Boss!" You salute as he approaches.

"Hey now, no need to be so formal haha" he beckons you "Mind joining me in my office for a moment?"

You nod and follow him, he takes a seat by a glass window behind his desk overlooking the city.

"So Eleanor first let me say I'm glad to have you on board, your methods of interrogation have been a great shake up to this old place." he says smiling

"Of course sir, thank you sir." You respond

"But there have been certain murmurings about WISE recently that have had me nervous so I want to propose something to you." he asks

"Yes sir?" You ask confused

"Would you be willing to start a family to serve as a more active spy in the city."

...

> Sir yes sir!
> What?!

>>5974459
>>5974438
Probably the more proper response. Writing.

"What?!" You shout

"Ahahahahaah!" The captain laughs "Sorry, I sprung that on ya pretty bluntly didn't I?" he calms down "Let me explain."

"Tensions have been rising on this side of the country and as a result people suspect that more and more individuals could be spies. We already dispatch those disguised as civilians but it's proving to not be working as often these days due to the distrust some member of populace have for us."

"So you want to send me out as a member of a family..." you continue

"To lift the suspicion that a normal member would have." HE finishes.

> Well I understand and I do have a son...
> Well I understand and I do have a daughter...
> B-but General I'm single!

Anonymous

>>5974521
>> B-but General I'm single!
The Christmas Cake option

Commanding Officer QM

>>5974544
>>5974565
>>5974592
>>5974654
"B-but general I'm single!" you say

"Welp better start lookin' for a boo! HAHAHAHA!" he laughs heartily

That laugh echoes in your brain as you walk outside of the building now in your civilian clothes. You stare off into the distance, how can you even manage something like this...
_

Oh dear... well that's unfortunate. Hm... something about this story is feeling familiar. I suppose that leaves us with one more question.

> Are you a Boy
> Are you a Girl

Anonymous

>>5974740
> Are you a Boy
Chadwick Mordheim

Rolled 1 (1d2)

I'm just gonna flip a coin for my vote
> 1 boy
> 2 girl

>>5974794
>> What powers were you given... if any?
The power of tickles.

>>5974794
Hmm, thinking about what would be a good fit for a spy story, how's about the ability to make ourselves unnoticeable? Like we can project a field that interferes with other people's brains and erases our presence from their senses. So someone could be staring directly at us, but if we use our power their brain tells them 'noone's there'.

https://powerlisting.fandom.com/wik<wbr>i/Imperceptibility

>>5974794
>time stop/slow like a sandevistan
Basically extreme reflexes

>>5974794
How about those reflexes from Sniper Elite? We can watch that body cam and see if we nail our target in the balls.

Commanding Officer QM

>>5975015
>>5975067
Hi I'm awake, these two concepts seem familiar I'm willing to combine them both if anons are cool with that.

Anonymous

This quest looks pretty interesting, can't wait to see what sort of time slowing/eagle eyed powers our little junior will have.
also
>>5974544
My man

Also Samuel has to go ask Twilight how he managed to acquire his family for tips... Although his response would just be ''Go to a shady orphanage for the kid, as for the wife... Just randomly stumble into them.''

Commanding Officer QM

I will be doing some posts tonight folks. Forgive me I had a dentist appointment and was waiting for some more responses and a bunch of lovely folks showed up so.

Anonymous

>>5975530
Good teeth are the backbone of any good agent

Oh by the way, how early are we in SxF? Like, has Anya just joined Eden or are we like months into the school year?

Commanding Officer QM

>>5975530
That was a lie, my bad folks. I wasn't supposed to be but it was. We will get back to it today.

>>5975633
I'm thinking of the objectively most optimal time which is like right before the initial meetings and entry but before the entrance exams. So it genuinely is like even more down to the wire than Lloid and Yor. Sort of emphasize the actual insanity of the request.

>>5975015
>>5975067
>>5975132
>>5975347
>>5975382
>>5975425
Ah just a boy are you? I see, I'm sorry to hear that you've been on your own... that power of yours as well...

I can only hope you haven't had to use it often, if at all. But quite honestly that's a bit too dark for us at the moment. You're currently...

> Playing in the backyard (Athletic)
> Reading and Writing stories (Academic)

Anonymous

>>5976122
>> Playing in the backyard (Athletic)
Reading is for NERDS!

>>5976122
> Playing in the backyard (Athletic)
Use it to catch fish and flies to catch more fish

>>5976122
>> Reading and Writing stories (Academic)
I think the boy being more cool and academic compared to Anya would be neat

Commanding Officer QM

>>5976131
>>5976141
>>5976145
>>5976150

You're currently bouncing a ball of the wall outside of the orphanage. You continually take notice of it's approach as you see it slow. You easily move out of the way and grab it with one hand. You sigh.

"This is boring..." you sit down on the floor looking at other kids wandering around playing different games. You hate times like this, it causes you to remember everything that came before.

"I'm gonna go to bed." You begin to wander back into the orphanage. As you pass, you feel the eyes of the other orphans on you. Things have been odd since the pink hair girl left, things seem different more kid want to find homes and leave. You feel the same obviously, you're like 6.

There's a commotion at the front door... a family???
_

You are Agent Samuel Neumann, you've arrived at the orphanage that Twilight found his daughter. I mean hey if it worked once makes that it would work again right? You look and see kids to the sides all in various states of filth and dress. It's honestly pretty despicable, the drunken owner doesn't make you feel much better.

"Well you shouldn't have any trouble with any of em. Just sent a kid to a loving home last week heheheh." he croaks out

Concerning but... huh? You see a small kid standing at the end of the hallway looking at you as you approach.

> Approach the kid "Hey bud, what's your name?"
> Ignore the kid

Anonymous

>>5976198
> Approach the kid "Hey bud, what's your name?"

>>5976198
>Approach the kid "Hey bud, what's your name?"

>>5976198
>> Approach the kid "Hey bud, what's your name?"

Commanding Officer QM

>>5976203
>>5976228
>>5976243
>>5976302
Hey gents, there'll be a post later tomorrow! I'm workin' from the office this week so I can't post like I usually did! Good news though, after a birthday trip this weekend, I'll be free the rest of the week!

Anonymous

Whew, had me worried there for a second, guess we'll have to start thinking of names for the little fella, I'm thinking... Cyril.

Commanding Officer QM

"Hey bud, what's your name?" You lean down to the kid looking at you two

He stares up at you both eyes looking over you both. Seems pretty guarded, but he is the one kid that's not immediately staying away from you. You go into a squat.

"You looking for a family bud?" you ask

He stays silent, but seems to get less tense.

"You wanna take him?" the caretaker asks, clearly just wanting to get rid of him

You grimace sightly and the young man seems to notice this and he actually chuckles. You smirk, hey this might not be so hard after all. "You got a name buddy?"
_

This could be the chance you're looking for...

> What's your name?

Hello agents! Some updates, there won't be a post tonight but I did go see pic related in theaters!

I really loved it! It's definitely a side story but it's a side story that was animated fantastically and to me felt like it moved the relationship between Loid and Yor further. While the side characters weren't too much to talk about they served their purpose well and the villain was actually pretty cool. I'd to think about where I;d put this if I decide to adapt it since it can really fit in anywhere based on what I had seen.

As for future posts, there's not going to be many this weekend! I'll be on vacation and posting from mobile isn't possible for me since I'll be out and about a lot. We'll hopefully be back Tuesday and I'll be updating the rest of the week!

Anonymous

>>5981697
Glad you liked it, gonna try and see it some time next week myself.

>>5981697
Side stories always give me mixed feelings. On the one hand, they are generally very well made. On the other, it is content that is not progressing the primary story and I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED.

Commanding Officer QM

Alright agents, I'm back from vacation! We'll be back at it again tomorrow since I've spent a good amount of time recuperating from my weekend in sin city as it was.

Anonymous

>>5985418
I can't believe our commanding officer would gamble during his off period, shameful display.

Commanding Officer QM

"Cyril." you say

"That's a nice name." The older man says

"Are you looking for a family?" you ask "I am too."

The older man smiles softly. "Is that so? How old are you bud?"

"Six." you respond.

He smiles "If you'd like to join a new family, I'd be glad to have you."

You nod. Before the two of you can continue walking however, two children approach in some combination of a fight and game of tag. They're about to careen into you.

> Allow yourself to stumble
> Use your quicktime

Anonymous

>>5986192
> Use your quicktime
Impress him with a flip

>>5986192
>Use your quicktime
Gotta assert dominance

>>5986192
>Use your quicktime
Just caught up. Loving it so far! It'd be funny if our family ends up the exact opposite of Loids, in that we all know each other's shit but all have the same goals of avoiding war.

>>5986594
Eleanor:''You're a Westalis spy!? I ought to have you arrested on the spot!''
Samuel:''But don't you want piece? I know we have our differences but we both want the same thing right?''
Eleanor:''But I have my duties as an officer to capture you... But I also have my duties as a wife as well, I'm so... Conflicted.''
Samuel:''Then follow what your heart says, Eleanor.''
Eleanor:''Oh Samuel~''
Cyril:''Can you two knock it off I have to study.''

>>5986631
The real drama is keeping bosses and coworkers in the dark

>>5986638
Billy watkins and cyril duo would make a crazy sports team

>>5986192
Still alive bossman? I know it's only been a couple days but with how QST is I get a bit jumpy.

Commanding Officer QM

>>5987645
Yes, sorry for the delays. Combination of getting bloodwork done and preparing for my birthday tomorrow.

Anonymous

>>5987677
You know, it's almost comical how busy you are, you had a dentist appointment, you had office work, you had a birthday trip, went to the movies and now you had bloodwork.

Commanding Officer QM

Alright folks with birthday festivities complete, we'll be back to late night posts next week!

The entire world slows down around you. The two kids approach and in this bullet time you find yourself in you manage to weave between the both of them. As you do, they both tumble onto the floor for a moment before picking themselves up and continuing to run.

"Those were some slick moves bud." The man looking to adopt says to you soft smile on his face

Ah, you usually don't use that ability so openly. He doesn't seem to be too put off by what he saw.

"I think we can have a lot fun with moves like that at home. What do you say bud?" he asks

You sigh before smiling "I would like that a lot mister."

He smiles "Looks like we got ourselves a little family then."

"You can go ahead and take him." The caretaker slurs out

"What about paperwork." the man asks

"No need, you can get on outta here!"

"W-well alright then?" he leans down to you "Cmon, buddy."

You take his hand and begin walking out of the orphanage.
_

Looks like this family is beginning to form. But where shall we go from here? Would you like to perhaps move ahead? Maybe when the lovely couple meets properly? Or would you maybe want to stick around, maybe something dangerous could happen to this newly adopted son.

> Skip ahead
> Stay for now

Anonymous

>>5990426
>> Stay for now
Maybe whatever happens could even be what ends up putting them on her radar.

>>5990426
> Skip ahead
I'd prefer the dangerous thing that happens with the son to involve meeting the potential wife

>>5990426
> Stay for now
lets have cyril and samuel get to know each other a little more before finishing the family

>>5997062
Hope you're doing alright boss

Commanding Officer QM

>>5990443
>>5990468
>>5990661
>>5990726
>>5990914

Writing. Sorry for the big delays I have been wiped recently.

>>5990443
>>5990468
>>5990661
>>5990726
>>5990914

It's been a day since you've adopted the new kid. You gotta admit, even though it's just for the mission he's grown on you, he's pretty reserved but sharp! He seems to be pretty smart for his age and he has some incredibly moves, you've seen him recover from stuff faster than even yourself sometimes, and you're a trained spy!

Right now though, you're trying to find a place to set up shop, WISE said they would front the bill but man it's hard for you to imagine where you should even live. Is there a good place? A bad place? Maybe you should shack up near Twilight? Would that be too suspicious?

"Dad." huh oh it's the kid "I'm hungry."

You notice your own stomach feeling empty "You know what? Me too, let's grab a bite to eat yeah?"

The kid smiles and you look around for some sort of restaurant.
_
You look around at the world around you, your new dad is pretty awesome so far. Granted you have no frame of reference for what a good dad even is but he's not ignoring you so that's a plus.

As the two of you walk by you both suddenly stop, you're confused but in the corner of your eye there's a glint of some sort of metal your dad clearly sees it as well.

> Let it be
> Ask him why he stopped walking.

Hubert's Ghost

>>6004006
He has risen from his grave
> Ask him why he stopped walking.

Anonymous

>>6004006
>Ask him why he stopped walking.

>>6004006
>> Ask him why he stopped walking.


Corpo Clash - Cyberpunk 2020.

The smell of rotting synth-meat and stale kibble forces you conscious. It's dark, and as your hands grope around the pitch blackness, it's wet. You attempt to stand, and a resounding crash happens as you whack your head on metal.
The pain forces memories back into your head, the shooting, the car chase, hiding in this very dumpster... and who you are...

1: Corporate Netrunner. Raised in a training facility, the net's a second home to you, and you know your way around it better than meatspace.

2: MedTek Dropout. You used to be trauma team, now you're... whoever pays best. Couldn't keep up with the constantly raising deadlines and demands. Burnt you out.

3: Classic Solo. You were born out on the streets, grew up fighting. You were good enough to make a living out of it.

4: [Write-in!]

>>5972521
>1: Corporate Netrunner. Raised in a training facility, the net's a second home to you, and you know your way around it better than meatspace

>>5972521
>4: [Write-in!]

>Wannabe rocker boy/girl: Your sound is unique, your style is preem, and this isn't just a phase!

>>5972521
>
2: MedTek Dropout. You used to be trauma team, now you're... whoever pays best. Couldn't keep up with the constantly raising deadlines and demands. Burnt you out.

>>5972521

>Classic solo, out to make his name. No job too big, even if we bite off more than we can chew. Loud is nice, quiet is nicer, and name is everything.

>>5972521
>3: Classic Solo. You were born out on the streets, grew up fighting. You were good enough to make a living out of it.

Lets go!!

>>5972521
>Console Cowboy: Born on the streets, now you do jobs on the Net for the highest bidder. You don't ask questions, and that's the way they like it.
Come on, we gotta do a Neuromancer run.

>>5972521
>2: MedTek Dropout. You used to be trauma team, now you're... whoever pays best. Couldn't keep up with the constantly raising deadlines and demands. Burnt you out.
I was just thinking about a ripperdoc quest

>>5972521
>2: MedTek Dropout. You used to be trauma team, now you're... whoever pays best. Couldn't keep up with the constantly raising deadlines and demands. Burnt you out.

Nice quest potential!

>>5972521

2: MedTek Dropout. You used to be trauma team, now you're... whoever pays best. Couldn't keep up with the constantly raising deadlines and demands. Burnt you out.

This would be fun just for the meming

>>5972645
>>5972727
>>5972801

Cranial bruising, muscle damage. Concussion... A thousand aches across your body remind you of your training. You force-reboot your optics and biomon, hoping to get more information.

>ERROR: Kang Tao 525-AB Biomonitor is DAMAGED and unable to boot.
>ERROR: Kiroshi Optical Drivers are out of date! This may seriously impair vision, cognative function, insurance rates...
>ERROR. ERROR. ERROR.
None of your chrome seems to be working at fully capacity. The red warnings flash on your peripherals. Fuck. You could try to run more diagnostics, sitting in this feotid trash... or take a lay of the land and figure it out later.

>1: Try to climb out of the garbage and see where you are, try to get a clearer picture of what happened.
>2: Check your pockets to see if you're still carrying iron... or anything else, for that matter.
>3: Run an indepth diagnostic, and try to force your chrome to work at 100%
>4: [Write-in]

>>5972866
>think about how preem it'd be to have a platinum trauma team package
And then
>run a diagnostic, but don't try and force our chrome on, you've seen one too many cases of a choom frying their nervous system trying to overclock their own Augs to not fuck around with yours without a ripper on standby

>>5972866

>3: Run an indepth diagnostic, and try to force your chrome to work at 100%

Curse those bastards at TT management once more while we’re at it

>>5972866
>1: Try to climb out of the garbage and see where you are, try to get a clearer picture of what happened.
Unsanitary. How long have we been in this shitheap? Scav behaviour.

>>5972869
You used to have one - back when you worked there. Nice bonus for the few moment you were off duty. Oh well. Gone now.

>BOOTING DIAGNOSV4 - UNLICENSED VERSION! UPGRADE TO PAID VERSION FOR MORE FEATURES!

The company behind the soft' went bust a year ago. Everyone with the paid version got fried a couple days later. Good thing you didn't upgrade.

-RUN DIAGNOSTIC
>Are you sure you want to do this?
>DIAGNOSTICS CAN RESULT IN REDUCED COGNITION, SHORTNESS OF BREATH, REDUC-
-I agree to the EULA and all risks.
>RUNNING DIAGNOSTIC.
>SCANNING.
>SCANNING.
>SCANNING.
>Kiroshi Optics Drivers - One version behind. Download update from net? Select here for risks of net downloa-
-Next.
>KT525-AB has severe power failure, overheating, failure to connect. Cause unknown. Disconnect?
>Renal Filters running at reduced efficiency - 15%. Cause: Shattered housing. Percussive damage 90% likely to be cause. Seek medical attention.

Well, fuck. That's not good. Heavy damage.

>>5972934

Yeah. You probably should climb out of this foetid heap, if you're as bad as it seems. Looking down at yourself as you haul yourself, slowly and painfully, out of the garbage can and into a heap on the floor.
Your clothes - nothing notable. Some light armour, regular civvies - are bloodsoaked and torn. A couple gunshot wounds. What the fuck happened?

The alleyway is empty, strewn with trash. It's shadowy from the megablocks nearby, but it seems to be midday. A few cars drive past the alley's mouth, and someone honks.

..now what?

>1: Check your pockets.
>2: Visually assess the damage you've taken.
>3: Wander out into the street.
>4: [Writein]
>5: Try to download that driver update for your optics. You'd assume your ICE is fried though, so it'd be risky.

>>5972949
>1: Check your pockets.
>2: Visually assess the damage you've taken.
Gunshot wounds? Check for entry/exit wounds, try and recall how we got dumpstered. Failing kidneys... we're on limited time here boys

>>5972974
>>5973007
>>5973098

Deep breath. You're fine. It hurts, a dull ache all over, but now you've got nearly fresh air in your lungs, your faculties are starting to come back under control.

Your shirt - an old tanktop with "Visit the Sunny Pacific Coast" with an unrecognizable mascot beneath - is torn apart. A militech ballistic harness sits over the top, a couple patches sewn on. In it's main pouch, you can see the outline of a pistol - something you intrinsically know to be an Armali - no, *your* Armalite-44. A weapon you're familiar with. Adeptly unholstering it, the weight tells you it's fully loaded. You put it back.

Another pouch has a shattered inhaler in it. The coded label on the top is meaningless to anyone else, but a trauma team 'medic - like you - would know that it indicates it's a 50% speedheal and 50% Syncomp mix. A general use medical 'hypo, popular among mercenaries.
Shaking it a little, you figure that whatever wasn't drained must've evaporated.

Last pouch is empty - but your pocket, a regular jean pocket - has a burner cell. It's a bit damaged, but still works.

You stow it back away and heave the rest off, checking yourself over. Bruising on what seems like most of your body, a slice on your upper shoulder and worst of all, two gunshot wounds. Abdominal wounds. Medium calibre, it seems. Must've been from a rifle or something. A mix of bloodclot and badly applied synthskin stops them from bleeding, but as you probe it with your fingers a thin trickle of blood leaks out. Ouch.

The diagnostic told you those bullets did hit your kidneys. Not good. Plus... You run your hands across your head, not finding any noticable damage... something's clearly wrong with your head. You're struggling to remember how you got here. Not a heavy drinker... so... must've been dumped here? Left for dead?

>1: Check the phone to jog your memory.
>2: Shoot a couple of empty bottles down the alleyway, test your hand-eye coordination.
>3: Wander out into the street.
>4: Call 911 for help.
>5: Write-in.

>>5973121
>1: Check the phone to jog your memory.
We need eddies. Hopefully we have some.

>>5973121
>>1: Check the phone to jog your memory.

>>5973121
>1: Check the phone to jog your memory.

>>5973146
>>5973182
>>5973185

The passphrase on the cellphone pops into your mind instantly, like a light at sea. 5626. 20 new messages from someone called... Danny Diode. Of course! Your fixer.

>WHERE ARE YOU
>scanners are lit up choom!!!
>are you literally fckn dead wtf
>stop ignoring me u fucking gonk.
>did u get zeroed man
...and so on. Last one...
>say when you see something. if ur not flatlined. wont wire u the edds til then k?
...Was 18 hours ago. So you probably haven't been here that long.

Scrolling back through the messages, memories flood back. You were on a job. You, two solos. Some media-journo type doing a story about the true solo life. Hitting.. - you scratch your head, eyes scanning over old messages... - a gang? It was part of some gang war. We were out to aven-

>u good choom? if ur still nearby gtfo. nixxes looking for you. make an example.

The message pops up, from Danny - he must've seen that you'd logged in.

[Inventory:]
>Phone.
>Armalite-44.
>A crushed inhaler.

[ Actions:]
>1: Respond to the text.
>2: Leave the alleyway, look around.
>3: Try to contact the others from your crew.
>4: Use something from your inventory.
>5: [Write-in. ]

>>5973265

>1: Respond to the text.

“Danny, where’s my exfil?!”

>>5973265
>2: Leave the alleyway, look around.
When a man says to GTFO it's best to GTFO.

>>5973265
>1: Respond to the text.
"I just woke up in a dumpster with lead in my renals. No clue what the fuck happened, but I need a ripper that won't snitch."

>>5973589
>>5973457
>>5973379
>>5973280

You sent the text. "I just woke up in a dumpster with lead in my renals. No clue what the fuck happened, but I need a ripper that won't snitch."

Instantly, Diode's reply appears.
"dude we've worked 2gthr since before u were at tt. ofc ill sort u out. in little europe. near the library."

So you've got somewhere to go.
Another message pops up.

"the nixxes still looking 4 you. like i say, want to make an example. others are flatlined. u must've really riled them up. cant help til ur out of the area. good luck choom"

So, you're alone. At least he can help you once you're out, but you've got an angry gang to deal with. The nixxes... you must be in South NC, right? You seem to remember that they're a, posergang, right? The nixxes... Shit.
You shake your head hard, trying to clear the brainfog. It works, a little. You went into their bar, the Watergate... if you're close, it's about 10 blocks to Little Europe. If you're close.

You feel... well, not bad, really. Considering you're almost certainly going to die in the next few days, without help. A dull ache all over, and a bit of pain when you move.

[Inventory:]
>Phone.
>Armalite-44.
>A crushed inhaler.

[ Actions:]
>1: Call 911. Hopefully Trauma Team can help. Even if you can't afford it.
>2: Search the alleyway for... something.
>3: Leave the alleyway, look around.
>4: Try to contact the others from your crew.
>5: Use something from your inventory.
>6: [Write-in. ]

>>5973808
2 let's see whats laying around

>>5973808
>4: Try to contact the others from your crew.
>6: [Write-in. ]
Check our balance, maybe we can afford a cab.

>>5973808

>Call CombatCab to make sure we get to the library.

>>5973808
>3: Leave the alleyway, look around.
Others are flatlined. Might as well find out where we are before we go looking for their corpses.

>>5973825
>>5973858
>>5973920

The world comes into focus around you, a plan of action tentatively forming.

Check if any of your buddies ended up here, check if you can call a cab, relax and cruise to the end point. Pray the Nixxes don't catch you. Easy.

Okay then, step one. 26 eddies, and 43 ennies. 27 eurodollars, being generous. Piss, you've enough to get to the end of the road, maybe.

Step two... The alleyway's mostly trash. Rotting black bags. But your eyes pick out a man-shape in the rot, slumped against the garbage can you woke up in. Someone in fatigues, mostly stained a dark bloody brown.
It is - was - one of the Solos you hit the Nixxes with. You never caught his name.

Tentatively poking your head out of the alley, the road's busy. A couple pedestrians walking on the opposite side of the street. Traffic's at a standstill - 20 metres down the road, a large truck's parked across both lanes. Five men in ill-fitting suits are gathered around the front car, shouting and arguing with the occupants. Gangoons - the NIxxes. You duck back in before they see you.

So... no cab, then. And if meathead over there's dead, chances are the others are too.

[Inventory:]
>Phone.
>Armalite-44.
>A crushed inhaler.

[Actions:]
>Write-in.
>Use an item.
>Write-in...
>Go out onto the street, quiet-like.
>Start shooting. Fuck those gangoons! [Watch your ammo, choom.]
>Search him for something useful.

>>5973981
>Search him for something useful.
We still got our stuff. Let's hoping he has something on him too.

>Search him, drag him out of view if need be
>Look for a window, fire-escape, door, or low wall we can get out of the alley from

>>5974053

Supporting this is a good plan of action.

>>5974053
>>5974077
>>5974202
>>5974373

You crouch behind the dumpster, shoving your hand into one of his pockets.
Perfect timing. A suited man walks past, an enormous gun slung over his shoulder. He's looking out at the street, doesn't glance in your direction.

Your hand closes around something large, metal. Heavy. Fishing it out, it's a shiny metal cylinder with a lasercut Araska logo on it. White Phosphorus grenade - a nice find.

There's little else on him - some ruined banknotes, about 50 eddies. But nobody's gonna accept them with that many bulletholes in them - it goes in your pocket anyway.

At the mouth of the alley, there's a fire escape leading up the side of Apartment block - a story or so up, the drop-ladder's probably rusted in place, likely never used.
Waiting for it to be clear, you walk down under it and try to clamber up the walls.

> [Roll - 12 Failure.]

You can't reach it. What were you expecting? To clamber up a flat brick wall with no appropriate augs? Big surprise.

You hear more shouting from the street. A single gunshot, then the revving of engines and screaming.

[Inventory:]
>Phone.
>Armalite-44.
>A crushed inhaler.
>White Phosphorus Grenade
>50 bucks of wrecked notes.

[Actions:]
>Try to clamber up the wall again. Maybe you'll learn to fly.
>See what's going on outside.
>Try to get the fire escape ladder down somehow. (Describe how.)
>Use an item.
>Write-in.

50 torn-up eddies & 26 in good condition?

>Look for a window to break into OR
>Bite the bullet & shoot down the fire escape

>>5974557
>See what's going on outside.
Someone's getting shot, and it's not us. Best keep our head low and see what's happening.

>>5974557
>See what's going on outside.
Might be our lucky day. Yesterday certainly wasn't.

>>5974557

>See what's going on outside.

We should be ready to toss our war crimes grenade

>>5974567

50 in torn up currency, 26 in your account. Easily accessible.

>>5974680
>>5974732
>>5974774
>>5974778

You walk out onto the street. The street's backed up with traffic, a couple brave people have got out and are shouting towards the obstruction - the truck's still there, and a bystander's dead infront of it. A group - three or four - gangoons are stood around, laughing.

"Yeah? Still want us to move, choom? Hahaha!"
"I told you I wan't no crook, gonk!"

On your right, the Nixx that walked past. He's leant up against a railing that divides the road from the sidewalk 'suggesting' that one of the disgruntled commuters gets back into his car before his head paints the street.

The closer look awakens some more memories - He's wearing an ill fitted suit, a frankenstein assault rifle hanging from a sling across his torso. No visible chrome. The goon's face is the most notable element: He, like every Nixx, has modelled themselves on President Richard Nixon, their faces altered to match his. The perimeter of his face, and the back of his head, are a mess of surgical scars, making up the only evidence that he wasn't born with incredible jowls and a weirdly wide nose.
The memories settle in your head. The Elvises - another posergang - were your clients. You walked into their bar, shot their master-of-arms in the face and... well, now you're here. The sole survivor.

You've probably got a few seconds before the Nixx notices you, and if he shoots or shouts - the others will notice too.

Tick tock, choom.

[Inventory:]
>Phone.
>Armalite-44.
>A crushed inhaler.
>White Phosphorus Grenade
>50 bucks of wrecked notes.

[Actions:]
>Flight - try to backup back into the alley, hope he won't notice.
>Freeze - maybe he'll think you're a hobo?
>Flatline these bastards. (What're you doing, exactly?)

>>5974927
>toss the phospherous grenade at the crowd of three/four gangoons
if its a smoke grenade theyll be too confused to try and flatline us, if its an incendiary grenade even better
>back away down the opposite side of the street, hand on gun and looking for any sort of cover on the street if things backfire
am thinking the distraction from the grenade should be enough to fully slip by them down the street, if not then we take cover and start blasting (god help us)

>>5974927
Turn the other direction, walk fast, get something between you and the gang, preferably a building.

>>5974927
>Draw our Armalite, aim carefully, pop him in the head.

>Sprint behind a car and hope they don't immediately identify that it was us that popped their buddy (or took a shot at him, if we missed). Toss the warcrime grenade into the midst of the group of 4 gangoons.

>>5974927
>Just walk away with confidence & purpose, putting anything solid between you & them, but keep the grenade ready to throw.

>>5974971
>>5975049
>>5975057
>>5975090
>>5975110

You take a step away, ready to slink back into the shadows when a pang of renal pain stops you... Fuck it, better to end up in the Afterlife than bleed out in a slightly different alleyway.

You're a Medtek, of course. Saving lives is what you're good at - but that doesn't mean you're not good at taking them too. The Armalite-44's in your hand near instantly, the well-practiced draw making you smirk slightly.

The argumentative civilian your target was debating with sees you, his sudden silence tipping the Nixx off. But too late.

The crack of the Heavy Pistol echoed off the walls. In a shocking cliche, the world seemed to slow as the action cycled. You saw the Nixx turning, slowly, with the round catching him nearly exactly on the squamosal suture, by your reckoning. His eyes widened, the only reaction he was capable of... Time caught up, the entire farside of his head blew out, splattering the street. A fist-size chunk of skull shattered a window, and he dropped before the echoes even stopped.

No time to waste, you pivot towards the group, left leg sliding back - matching arm already clutching the grenade. You're in something of a boxer's stance, but with your left arm dropped to waist height.

The feet stay planted as you rotate your torso clockwise, grenade-arm swinging outward from centrifugal force. At the apex of it's swing, you let your hand loose - the cylinder flies out on a flat arc towards the group. Not a perfect throw by any means, but having never played 'ball, you just threw in a way that felt right

[Roll - 9. ???.]

You don't see where it lands - the moment it leaves your hand, you're moving again. Over the dividing barrier, leaping behind a car. Your peripheral lights up bright white, someone begins to scream. The car's rear window shatters, spraying reinforced glass over you. It doesn't cut.

"Let us move from the era of confrontation, to the era of blowing your fuckin' head wide open!" you hear one bellow. Any following words are drowned out by gunfire; that you're thankfully protected from; that shreds a few cars behind you; that might tell you how many are left, if you even got any.

[Inventory:]
>Phone.
>Armalite-44.
>A crushed inhaler.
>White Phosphorus Grenade
>50 bucks of wrecked notes.

[Actions:]
>Wait behind the evidently armoured car, try to gain intel. (What are you trying to learn?)
>Return fire, blind.
>Take up a decent firing position to return fire.
>Try to parlay.
>Write-in.

>>5975236
>Listen and watch carefully. We won't be able to discern their movements from footsteps with the civilians no doubt scrambling about. Instead, listen for them communicating their movements or where each burst of gunfire comes from. Watch to see if they shoot at random fleeing civilians.

>If they don't shoot at the civvies, then holster our gun and wrap up, try and look like a panicked hobo. Flee with the rest of the civvies down some other alley or through a building that leads to a parallel street. Then head to the library. If they do shoot civvies, shoot at the Nixxes whose location we've got a good bead on from our listening.

>>5975236
>Take up a decent firing position to return fire.

>>5975236
Very well written description here, & I love the concept of Richard Nixon devotees as a cyborg cult-gang.

>Crawl under cars backwards away from the shooters; if any come into view, Allah forgive me for uttering this - give them a taste of our big iron; aim for the head & knees

>>5975481
Thanks, anon! I'm trying my best with the writing. It's my first quest, so I wanna do it right.
>>5975236
Mistake - inventory is wrong. You used the phosphorus grenade.

>>5975304
>>5975458
>>5975481

Engines are revving, someone is still screaming in agony, and their guns are loud - you can't hear them, if they're talking.

The stuck traffic is now trying to get the fuck out with shit hitting the fan. A lot of them have gleft their cars entirely, running down the street away from the Nixxes. The gangoons seem to be moving up on both sides, judging from the arc of fire - a few rounds are flying over your head now, rather than hitting the cabin.

You know there's at least two enemies, then. One on each side. It could be three - you can only hear one person screaming. But you might've got more than one. Or maybe it's a bystander... Fuck.

"There could be two but could be four" - nice deduction. You're basically blind, perfect situation for planning. They're not shooting civilians, but they know you're behind this car. No chance to pretend you're a random. Fight or flee.

You scrabble across the floor to get under the previous car. It's a civvie-model Militech-HMMWV Hummer. Heavily armoured, quad-directional tear gas dispenser, 20 minute internal air supply. Yes, the civilian model - and the driver's sat inside. Nearly under this truck, a gunshot sounds close behind you. Asphalt sprays up and you roll onto your back, kicking against the road to push you further under the vehicle. The Nixx drops into a crouch, bracing their gun and dialing in their aim - but you shoot first.

[Roll - 16. Success.]

Bang, bang. Two shots - the first blows his lower left arm clean off, and the barrel drops as it's no longer suported. The second hits his clavicle, throwing him backwards without most of his upper torso.
Gunfire comes from the right side, hitting the Hummer's tire, but you continue to scrabble back, emerging from under the rear of the car. It's tall enough that you could stand up and return fire.
You've fired three shots. 5 left.

[Inventory:]
>Phone.
>Armalite-44.
>A crushed inhaler.
>50 bucks of wrecked notes.

[Actions:]
>Continue to scrabble backwards, under the next car and the next until you're at an advantagious position. Or they catch up and simply shoot you as you're rolling around on the floor.
>Stand up, hope the Hummer doesn't reverse over you and start firing.
>Write-in.

[Picrel is a badly drawn map - you don't know where the enemies are, so they're not on there. If they would be on there. Hope it's helpful in visualizing the area.]

>>5976049
>yell "GRENADE!", toss the broken inhaler at the nearest group of nixxies and use the distraction to back away
will make for a good story if we get out of this alive

>>5976049
>Stand up, hope the Hummer doesn't reverse over you and start firing.

>>5976049

>Continue to scrabble backwards, under the next car and the next until you're at an advantagious position. Or they catch up and simply shoot you as you're rolling around on the floor.

Our least bad option I think

>>5976062
This but instead of running away, start shooting.

>>5976068
>>5976098

[Roll - 3. Failure.]

Preparing to reposition, you fish out the inhaler and toss it over the Hummer with a shout of "GRENADE!" - you stand up and turn the corner to the long-side of the vehicle as you throw, seeing two gangoons through the car window. One hurls himself behind a piece of street furnature - a phone booth. The other, unfortunately, decides to take cover by leaping over the Hummer's hood - putting him directly infront of you.

He's faster. You're raising your gun, but his was already there.
Whrump! - like lightning, his pistol cracks. Hot agony, too bad to know where it came from. As you drop, your finger tightens around the trigger. An instinct.

[Roll - 18.]

His bloodied eyes fly towards you as the rest of his face is ejected backwards through the back of his skull. A lucky shot. You're slumped against the hummer, barely able to keep your eyes open. Fresh blood's covering your chest, and slight movement is agony. Shattered bone scraping on shattered bone reminds you of nails on a chalkboard, but infinitely more awful. The iron taste is overwhelming.

Not dead yet. Your Armalite's still in your hand, clutched in a death grip. Your heart beat is louder than anything you've ever heard.

[Actions:]
>Write-in.
>Let the light take you.

>>5976555
>rip a big piece of cloth from gangoons clothing, apply it to wound area, keep pressing down on it as you make an exit
we're good as dead, this is the only thing thatll give us a marginal chance of surviving

>>5976555
>Write-in.
Stagger to the nearest corpse, search it for any kind of hypo to keep you on your feet

>>5976555
>Call Trauma Team. We'll sell our soul for our life. Eternal debt just for another tomorrow.

<s>Nice trips.</s>

+1 to all 3^; tourniquet/bandage, then hypo, then trauma team

another + on the bandage, but screw Trauma Team, death is more financially sound

>>5976572
>>5976633
+1 to both of these, but do the hypo AFTER we kill the last guy.

>>5976572
>>5976633
>>5976642
>>5976733
>>5976941
>>5977007

You crawl. On your hands and knees. Inch by agonizing inch, heartbeat like a drum. Your vision's swimming, the shock to your body causing everything to glitch out. Error messages flash in your eyes as tears-and-blood well up on the surface.

Your hands, blindly grasping, feel cloth and blood and chrome. You blink away the tears, the blood, the error messages to see his body under you - headless. Pockets are full of shit, you toss it to the side - then his chest shatters. Explodes into meat chunks. You don't even hear the gunshots, but just fall back onto your ass. Awkwardly rolling and crawling away. It goes dark as a shadow is cast over you. His silhouette looms over you.

Error messages clear, systems-go-green pops in your peripheral.
>Kiroshi Optics Emergency Usage Activated - €$50,000 fee added to your account.You're welcome!

It identifies his gun, the ammo used. His name - Kenny Midelejko - and a thousand other bits of useless information appears and vanishes.

(Cont.)

>>5977055

He has his gun squarely on you. One twitch and you're dead. All the information isn't helpful.
A single second ticks by. Your grip slackens, and the gun starts to slip from your hand...

[Roll - 16. Very marginal success.]

His finger tightens and he steps forward - you feel the cold barrel press against your head.
"Not ba-" The final, final hurrah. You squeeze your hand into a fist, pulling the trigger flat against the frame.

CRAK! He crumples ontop of you, half-grunting and half squealing, fist-sized hole in his leg. The barrel slips off your head and fires a burst inches from your ear. It's the last thing you hear clearly - ringing drowns out even the thudding of your heart.
He's ontop of your legs, still alive. Desperately trying to wrestle his rifle into a position to end this. You fire your pistol again, missing - he lunges for it, but you fire again and catch his arm; blowing it clean off; sending him tumbling to your right, between you and the Hummer.

[Roll - 15. Success.]

The Nixx tries to kick you, but can't muster up the energy, so he tries to stop the blood. You watch his surgically-altered face twist into panic, then fear. He looks tired, blinking longer. The tension leaves his body, his remaining arm goes limp and his head bows sideward, resting on the concrete. Dead.

You can't move, you can't hear. Lacking the energy to move your head, you stare at his body through a mist of blood, sweat and tears. The text from your optics is too blurry to make out...

[Actions:]
>Refuse to die...
>Rest your eyes...

>>5977079
>Refuse to die...

Death doesn't pay the bills, and we all know default is worse than death.

>>5977092
>>5977148
>>5977344
>>5977367

You refuse to close your eyes. You will not die here, at the hands of some fucking Richard Nixon cosplayers. Not today. Everything is screaming, every cell in your body begging you to rest. Your abdomen feels like it's on fire, your upper chest feels like it's made of sandpaper rubbing on raw flesh.

Cell. Your cell. Your gun drops from your hand, and you reach - so slowly, so agonizingly slowly - for the cell phone. It felt like hours, but you have it in your hand. Bloody and slippery, it takes all you've got not to drop it.

9...
You try wiping some of the blood off...
1...
Your hand spasms, but you don't drop it.
1...
It slips out of your hand. The tinny voice of the dispatcher is audible, but you can't make anything out over the ringing.

The edges of your vision start to go black...
Suddenly, the triumphant the roar of an AV engine cuts through the ringing in your ears... Armoured men you can percieve make out surround you. You hear shouting, alarms, maybe even a few gunshots... It all sounds so distant now.

You fall unconscious - finally - as you're hoisted into the AV, stimulants and chemical cocktails pump into you - not that you're aware. Your heart is restarted several times. It's a tough fight to keep you going.

Whether you ultimately flatline or not, you made it out of that street and left those bastards dead behind you. A phyrric victory, but a victory anyway.

[Quest complete.]

Thanks anons for playing. This was my first quest, and I hope it decent. Any constructive criticism or pointers are appreciated!

That was badass, really well written & the endpoint is appropriate (maybe we died, or maybe we're indebted/impoverished for the rest of our lives in this dystopia of greed). Were the Nixxies an original gang? Have you lurked for awhile or did an ad catch your interest for this board? Looking forward to whatever you run next. Be sure to archive this with Suptg

>>5977536
Thanks, anon! Really appreciate it.
I hang around on /tg/ but never looked at this board. Popped on the day I started this quest, looked at a couple others to get the idea, then immediately made my own - hence why it's kinda rules-lite and sorta arbitrarily rolling (I did genuinely roll a dice though! Just irl.)

Nixxes are an original gang, although similar kinds of gangs exist in the universe. Just none modelled on Nixon!

>>5977520
very nice. im imagining a proper cp2020 quests with character sheets and dice rolls and the likes.

>>5977520

Very well done for a first quest, thanks for your efforts! A finished quest is a great quest around these parts, I salute you

>>5977596
i will probably do that fairly soon!

>>5977788
if you cant think of much for an adventure you can just take one of the adventurebooks from 2020 and use those


Containment Quest

It is the dawn of the 24th Century.

A hundred years ago, mankind believe his destiny lay among the stars. But when he reached his hands beyond the heliopause with his first colony ship, he invited calamity into his world. Titans fell from beyond the stars and scored the surface of the Earth. With them came a terrible plague that scientists named the White Chlorination Syndrome, a near certain death sentence spread by salt that fell like snow. Those who fell ill became salt themselves, or else twisted into red-eyed demons that joined into rapacious hordes of marauders ravaging the lands.

Oh, and a fraction of a percent recovered completely, gaining all the powers of those demons but none of the madness that came with the transformation. Those folk received the name Nephilim for the strength of will that it took to resist the Red-Eyes' call.

You are not a Nephilim.

Every kid dreams themself a Nephilim at one point or another in their youth, but times are not so exciting any longer. Baldr Inhibitors keep the sickness in check well enough that outside of the containment zones - areas of a one mile radius surrounding each fallen Titan - no one needs to worry about joining the Red-Eyed Horde. Oh sure, the world lost some of its greatest cities, but the last fifty years have been a time of rebuilding. Things are almost as nice as they were in the late 20th Century now.

Well, except for the army of Red Eyes occupying the entire continent of Africa and the region once known as the Holy Land. Worrying about those places is not your job, so you don't worry about them most days of the year. No way would they send a rookie like you to the Jerusalem front, no.

You work for the YGGDRASIL Organization, the last remnant of the Old United Nations. That means even though you never caught WCS, you get to fight alongside the Nephilim to protect humanity from the monsters that emerge within the containment zones. Specifically, your job is..
>Staff Officer. You assist with relaying orders and managing Nephilim and soldiers on the ground.
>Logistics Officer. You keep the Nephilim who are fighting the good fight supplied with all the bullets they need.
>Medical Officer. You treat wounded Nephilim and YGGDRASIL personnel in the field camps.
>Intelligence Officer. You collate reports from Nephilim and YGGDRASIL personnel and provide actionable intelligence.
>Mech Pilot. You support the Nephilim in the field by piloting a five meter tall mechanized battle suit, suitable for the rough terrain of the containment zones.
>VTOL Pilot. You support Nephilim and YGGDRASIL personnel in the field by providing transportation in and out of hot zones.

Which containment zone have you been assigned to?
>London
>Berkley
>Washington DC
>Berlin
>Tokyo
>Shanghai
>Pyongyang
>Delhi
>Paris
>Dubai

So if there’s nephlims where are the angels lol

>>5973303
>>Mech Pilot. You support the Nephilim in the field by piloting a five meter tall mechanized battle suit, suitable for the rough terrain of the containment zones.
>London
Bri'ish kaiju fighting

>>5973309

Supporting, but I'd prefer if we weren't ethnically-British but instead something else unexpected. South American?

>>5973303
>Mech Pilot. You support the Nephilim in the field by piloting a five meter tall mechanized battle suit, suitable for the rough terrain of the containment zones.
>Berlin

>>5973303
>Medical Officer. You treat wounded Nephilim and YGGDRASIL personnel in the field camps.
>Berlin

>>5973303
>VTOL Pilot
>Berlin
Daredevil flying bus driver is my calling. Maybe we even get to drop some bombs if we're lucky.

>>5973303
>VTOL Pilot. You support Nephilim and YGGDRASIL personnel in the field by providing transportation in and out of hot zones.

>Shanghai

>>5973303
I personally would have gone for logistics officer. It would be nice to do something off the beaten path for once.

>>5973303
>Mech Pilot.
>Dubai
Put me in coach

>>5973303
>Staff Officer. You assist with relaying orders and managing Nephilim and soldiers on the ground.
>Paris

>>5973303
>>Mech Pilot. You support the Nephilim in the field by piloting a five meter tall mechanized battle suit, suitable for the rough terrain of the containment zones.
>Tokyo

Intriguing setting premise, hopefully it doesn't get too weeby.

>VTOL Pilot
>Pyongyang
Would love to read a take on the DPRK joining the world they cut themselves off from due to military necessity.

>>5973303
>Logistics Officer. You keep the Nephilim who are fighting the good fight supplied with all the bullets they need.
>Berlin

>>5973303
>VTOL Pilot. You support Nephilim and YGGDRASIL personnel in the field by providing transportation in and out of hot zones.
>Berkley

>>5973303
>VTOL Pilot. You support Nephilim and YGGDRASIL personnel in the field by providing transportation in and out of hot zones.
>Dubai
The Emirates are accomodating to their protectors and the gas is cheap. Means we get to fly alot.

>Intelligence Officer. You collate reports from Nephilim and YGGDRASIL personnel and provide actionable intelligence

>Washington DC

YGGDRASIL Facility 419: Berlin Command

[Air Marshal Lerghen to Hangar 7. Repeat. Air Marshal Lerghen to Hangar 7...]

The procedurally generated voice of HERTHA echoes through the halls as you make your way to Hangar 7. She - as much as any general intelligence system can have a gender - has a voice that speaks volumes of the Colonel Riker's preferences. Light and soft, a mature lady who hasn't forgotten her maiden's heart even though she's been around the block a few times. Or at least that's how the dirty old man describes it.

The base halls are Spartan and metallic, coated with a special paint that lends the metal resistance to high concentrations of salt. This close to Containment Zone 194, the walls need the protection. People outside have a nasty habit of turning to pillars of salt, you see. Even with them readily available to the general populace, Baldr Inhibitors can only do so much to protect you from WCS. That's why they pay you the big bucks to fly into the hottest of hot zones and pick up the lads and lasses who have the good fortune of being immune to that shit.

Hangar 7's not far from where you were hanging with the lads. Five minutes and you're in, another ten and you're suited up for delivery.

"Lerghen!" A voice you didn't expect to hear pipes up. Your face goes a little pale, because that's the big boss, the dirty old man himself: Colonel Riker. Where you're tall, a bit lanky, square faced, and youthful, Riker's as squat as they come, weathered with experience, and broad as the barn he grew up in. You can hear the countryside in his voice, it never gets old. "There you are! We don't have much time, so I'll be brief. Unit 9 needs pick up one mile into the Exclusion Zone. I need you running silent and low. Tech boys will be running EM interference to keep you off radar, but we can't take any chances."

You give the admiral a strange look. You pilot a Valkyrie-232, a bird that can run close to silent with sonic dampening, but... "Colonel, shouldn't we be sending a Sparrowhawk in? Valks aren't built for stealth exfils."

The old colonel cracks a smile, "When you get as old as I am, you'll learn that however quiet a Sparrowhawk might be, it's also quite loud in other ways. You're the best Valk pilot we got, so I'm sending you in. The coords are already in your ship. HERTHA will help with navigation. Get in, keep the engines on, and bring our lads back, got it?"

You nod slowly and salute, "Yes, sir."

Technicians help you get into an extra layer of protection for the Exclusion Zone. Once you're in, HERTHA appears in the form of a little chibi avatar on the holodash.

[Hello Air Marshall Lerghen. I have plotted multiple viable routes to our target coordinates.]
>Follow the Spree as far as you can
>Follow the old thoroughfare
>Follow the back roads
>Take to the radar shadows of old skyscrapers
>Follow the path of the old wall that divided east and west
>"No, I have a better route" (Write In)

Valkyrie 232 and Air Marshal Lerghen.png

>>5974183
>>Take to the radar shadows of old skyscrapers

Sounds like it's gonna be a hot exfil.

>>5974183
>Take to the radar shadows of old skyscrapers
I like the idea of flying through a dead city.

>>5974183
>Follow the Spree as far as you can
Riverbed approach is a classic because it's effective

>>5974183

>Take to the radar shadows of old skyscrapers

Quiet or not, the cityscape is probsbly the most cautious route to take and shouldn’t be a problem to navigate for a hotshot like us

You keep to the radar shadows of old buildings.

The Exclusion Cone used to be a city, you see. In fact, a handful of people still live there, though they're not the sorts that get along with civilized folk. Without Baldr Inhibitors, nine out of ten people turn into pillars of salt when they come down with the chlorination. Of every thousand who survive, nine hundred and ninety nine of those guys become the sort of people whose shadow you can see among the ruins. Savage and mutated, cannibal beasts with red eyes who serve the three eyed bastard who rules over Jerusalem. The last one becomes a Nephilim.

The crumbling old titans of stone and steel, striding over paths of tar and concrete provide a good shadow for you. OpCam's up, VoxDamp's up, you're as silent as they come and even radar won't tell you from a sparrow unless you open up your doors right now. You don't know why the Colonel needs you quiet for Exfil. Frankly, you don't think you want to know.

[We are coming up on coordinates now...] HERTHA warns you. [Warning, multiple Pascal-3 signatures detected at landi-]

"Yeah, I see 'em," you interrupt.

You don't know what the lab boys mean when they talk about Pascal signatures and metaphysical density. What you do know is that there are three big mother hubbards made of alien steel and an intense hatred for humanity standing where you need to land. Titans of twisted blue steel and sickly oozing flesh: Jotuns. They're what happen when those one of those red-eyed cannibal bastards gets smart enough to start tinkering with the machinery at the heart of each exclusion zone.

Now Valks aren't Sparrowhawks. Your bird can take a few hits from most man-portable surface to air weaponry. Three Jotuns would tear you apart the moment they see you.

[Proceeding is inadvisable.] HERTHA says the obvious. [Calculating course of action that will result in mission completion...]

Before the little GI can finish her calculations - before you can even pull out - three roars of thunder crack through the air and slam into the Jotuns' eye. Your personal comm-line buzzes with a message that makes you wince.

===PersoCOMM==
Ritter-1: Hey there taxi driver~
Ritter-1: Didn't see wreckage with the Jotun, so you better not be dead
Ritter-1: Your LZ's clear, bring the puppy home safe will you?
Ritter-1: And later I got a reward for you~
Ritter-1 attached [Meet Me at the Heartland at 8.png]
Ritter-1: Gotta run <3
======

Right at the bottom, in a message that you KNOW security's tech boys have to read by procedure, is a rather delightfully compromising picture of what Ritter-1 wears beneath her uniform.

[Air Marshal...] HERTHA sounds annoyed at you for some reason. [All inter unit fraternization must be documented with form-]

"Not now, HERTHA," you say, scoping your options.
>By the old subway entrance
>By the entrance to a ruined museum
>By the shoreline
>At the main thoroughfare
>Center of the LZ

>Land and open the ramp
>Hover and let down a ladder

>>5974888
>>By the old subway entrance
>Land and open the ramp

>>5974888
>By the shoreline
>Hover and let down a ladder

>>5974888
>Center of the LZ
>Hover and let down a ladder

LZ is cleared and we need the air time to move if there are more hidden enemies.

>>5974888
>>By the entrance to a ruined museum
>Hover and let down a ladder

>>5979424
>>5979513
anons, OP probably flaked

>>5974888
>>Center of the LZ
>>Hover and let down a ladder

SPEED