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RWBY Quest: Remnant Knights is on once again!

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Last time, Nemo familiarized himself with some of the other initiates on the airship heading to Fort Alsatia. Now on the ground, he finds himself once again in the fortress where the war ended, and where his journey now begins.

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Previous: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1019677/
Char Sheet: http://pastebin.com/mYBvajGn
Other Character Sheets!: http://pastebin.com/K05wcqLy
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" FSOTTV. V 2" A mechanicle voice rang out through the dimly lit sewers, the pure black, slightly scaled figure of the creature stalking down them stopped and tilted his head into his clawed hand, listening intently to its new order "New orders, directing them to your neural highway now, please wait while we update your load order"

"Understood, standing by" the creature's rough voice growled as it sat down cross legged, in the middle of the metal walk way, closing its glowing red eyes for a moment.

Soundlessly, the abominable mix of machine and flesh sat, for just a few seconds or maybe a few minutes before a pearl white grin flashed over its otherwise black face, its shark like teeth seeming to glow as it let out a deep, intimidating chuckle.

"Order's received, FSOTTV. V 2 continuing mission" It says, standing back up slowly, vanishing back into the darker shadows of the sewers, its voice carrying through them menacingly "Undermine Eve sparks, destroy traitors and anomalies, capture eve sparks and retrieve black guard property"

"Beginning task one, find allies or willing pawns" its now quite voice says in the darkness " Checking data base for potential allies....found, The Ragtags Gang and the Ruffian Gang both fit parameters and are likely to aid in tracking down Subject: Chimera 767 and help in its capture...locating...locating...locating...found"

"Continuing mission, contact ragtags or ruffians"

And then all was silent, besides the faint, quiet flow of running water and the pulsing of the ultra pipes running along the walls
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Eve Sparks

Its finally stopped raining, but everything is still soaked wet, puddles cover the streets under me, and the roof of the apartment me and my family live in. Birds fly and sing their songs as I stare out at the city, just watching all the wonderful technology go about its functions. The constant background noise calms me and if it wasn't so cold and wet out here, I think I could even fall asleep.

But the day has just started, and I have plenty I need to do...plenty of work. I can't just sit idle in rest and do nothing, I have to do something of value I think. Since otherwise I'd be stuck up here, bored, and staring at the faint emissions and transmissions of the city

What do I do?
[] Find something to build/create
[] Do my job as a hero
[] Visit Smiles tower
[] See if Emi or Cyra want to hang out *Which*
[] Spend sometime with my siblings
[] Try and Find Emily, and spend some time with her (Mom 2)
[] Go to the hero/ villain convention that's in town
[] Test my new powers * Energy storage/ feed back and Drain* 1d20+cont
[]Browse the internet, trying to figure out what to do
[] write in

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Deep in the sea, a huge vessel is found on the ocean floor.

A group of Germans go down together to investigate this amazing discovery.

What the Germans end up finding defies all logic! Sitting there on the ocean floor is a spaceship huge in size! And most scary of all the ship seems to be over 100 years old!


Your name is Steve you are German scientist on a mission, a mission to check out that vessel your contry just discovered.
you are currently very sleepy because you can't seem sleep on this bumpy airplane they have you on!
You are very important person in
for your country!
You are the best
> Psychologist
> mathematician
> biologist
> technician
> engineer
> medical doctor
And you are needed for this mission!

What's your profession?
I will pick popular opinion
Be kind my first time doing hosting a quest but I got this planed out I think

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Welcome back to Xenomorph Quest! Last time we Molted Grimalkin into a Queen, Scouted the Colony, created our first Gargoyle and began a tunnel to the colony's sewers. Tragedy struck as Twitch was wounded and cut off from the hive at a large ranch. Our shadow is in danger hive!

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> You are Grimalkin

With a cold flash of fury you feel the fear and pain that your faithful, if excitetable shadow was injured. He rapidly explains what happened over the mental connection. He had seen a large group of humans leave the large farm on foot. They had been lightly armed and in his mind, no threat. He had taken the initiative and begun sabotaging their vehicles. Unfortunately one of the humans had returned and spotted Twitch, shoulder deep in a engine and had promptly fired at Twitch, wounding him severely. Twitch had reflexively returned fire with his venomous quills, killing the young human. Unfortunately the group had returned, drawn by the gunshot and the humans gurgling screams and forced Twitch to take cover and hide. He will need help to escape and the humans are highly alarmed and actively guarding the farmhouse and barns.

> Twitch is severely wounded and cannot escape alone. He is currently stealthed in a old piece of farm equipment.

> The farm has 6 inhabitants and 10 Farmhands. Twitch killed a young human male after being wounded. The alarm is raised and the humans will be difficult to sneak by. They are lightly armed (pistols, rifles, shotguns)

> what do?

> Full hive assault

> Strike force (Tiny, Starscream, minions?)

> OX. SAVE YOUR TINY ONE.

> other

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Archive (First thread isn't there as it's on a different page. Find it by clicking "Pilot Quest" and scrolling down to July 2016. It's the first entry):
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"Freelancer 2-1 to AWACs, requesting situation breifing." You asked as the remains of both Freelancer and Shirotori flights took up their positions near to you, having now broke down into combat pairs. You and Weiss lead the group, with Wiess sat just a few meters behind you and to your right.

A few hundred meters in the same direction sat Shirotori flight. Princess Sakamoto and your sister running their jammers to keep them protected from incoming missiles. At the same distance on your left side sat the remains of Freelancer's 3rd and 4th pairs. Kay lead the pair with Durendal reluctantly flying on her wing. They had argued over it for almost a minute, eventually you had to step in and delegate Kay as the leader. Durendal had complained at this, but she eventually complied.

"Situation is as follows 2-1: F-15s from the 32'nd Fighter Squadron along with F-4IJ's from the 703rd Naval Air Group are almost about to enter WVR range, but due to enemy jammers we can't contact them. We're waiting for an EC-130 to take-off to boost our signal so that we can contact any jammed units. About 12 miles behind you is a mixed flight of assorted Vipers, Hornets, Eagles and Phantoms. You can fall in with them or continue on, that's up to you." The AWACs air-controller briefed you quickly as you looked down at the glowing blob on your radar screen. Zeus had been forced to shut down your radar thanks to a few of the parts overheating. Right now you were data-linking to Weiss's radar set so you could actually see something.

"Understood, any info on the Soviet force?" You asked as part of the blob suddenly dissipated, revealing a number of dots. Each dot labelled and listed by their radar return signatures. Mixed in amongst the group were some of the IJN aircraft, their dots marked with small target numbers.

Curiously, there were a pair of apparently unknown signatures in amongst the mess. Weiss's radar apparently unable to compare them to the known signatures in it's database.

"Negative, the jammers are preventing our radars from punching through. The Aegis sets on the IJN and USN ships could, but they don't have line-of-sight to the bomber force, so we can't use them." The AWACs controller huffed, his tone of voice telling you that he hated not knowing what was going on.

"Understood AWACs, Freelancer 2-1 out." You confirmed before killing the connection as you contemplated your next move.

>CONT

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"For the umpteenth time, I don't think ALL isekai is bad. Do you even understand what I am getting at?"

Your classmate looks at (You) shaking his head, with a gaze that betrays both amazement and confusion. (You) reckon it mustn’t be too hard to impress a moron.

“Ok, I will try to make my point once again. Isekai isn’t a genre, it’s a plot device. As such, what actually matters is how the world is built, the story narrated, and the characters, well, characterized. Pun not intended. There can be good stories with isekai and bad stories with isekai, that much we can all agree on. All I am lamenting is the fact that ‘isekai’ quite literally gives carte blanche to the writer. Do you fully understand the implications of this?”

Once again, your classmate shakes his head. Sighing, (You) continue.

“What this entails, in short, is that the writer can and does bend the reality so that the main character has a chance to shine. This is why NEETs and other less-than-successful people are often the protagonists, because the rules of the game suddenly change in their favor and, for a fortunate twist of fate, they end up on the top of the food chain. And let me tell you, NEET/shut-in characters very rarely manage to be entertaining or credible. Why would I believe that a lazy bum would risk his life to save his friends, when in the real world he wouldn’t even bother attending school for the sake of his parents?”

(You) take a deep breath. There’s no need to get so worked up about something so trivial. (You) mentally scold (You)rself for losing your temper, and prepare to conclude the conversation with a few conciliatory remarks. However, before (You) can do that, your classmate speaks up.

“Yeah ok bruv, but how about them neko pussies? I bet they’re super tight.”

“Compelling argument right there, I am afraid I’ll have to concede the point,” (You) say, leaving the class in a fit of anger.

“Goddammit, why am I so autistic? Why do I care so much?,” (You) ask to (You)rself.

Walking through the corridors, (You) notice someone is following (You). He looks like a boy a few years (You)r senior, yet you’ve never seen him in school. What will (You) do?

>Beat the living shit out of him
>Ask him what's his business with (You)
>Ignore him and get back to class

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You sit back once you've finished eating.

"Satisfied?" Stella asks.
"Very" You say. "That should tide me over until we hit Bell's Run"
"Any idea what you'll be doing during the trip? Here to Bell's Run isn't exactly short..." Stella says.

"I'll probably do some work with my mageblade" You say. "Keep whoever is driving company for a bit... and keep watch, since I can see really well in the dark"
"And you, Cheska?" Stella asks.
"I dunno... try not to burn anything... tease Yuu for a bit, sleep for a bit more... and then... uhh... tease Yuu a bit more?" Cheska says.
"There are 2 parts of that sentence that I don't agree with..." You say.
"Hey, it's not like I can bring a book. It'll be too dark to read. Besides-" She says, as she starts poking you in the ribs. "-a little teasing never hurt anybody"

Munchkin giggles and starts poking you in your other side. After a few moments, Stella joins in too...

...

This is kind of annoying...

>Please stop

>Bear it

>Fight back

>Other

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Rolled 84 (1d100)

After calling the boss about the hardware requirements and fluid containers. You spent the rest of your time trying to make sense of the strange fluid substances and animating some undead. Which went very well you didn't think it could go any better till you tried to animate some immaterial undead with the strange fluid presence. Which as it turned out had a greatly boosting effect making the entire normally incredibly difficult process of incorporeal undead so much easier. Not to mention much stronger then you were anticipating. Making you almost wish you had some while McScream was being made. Then again if you did it is quite unlikely you would of been able to maintain control of the angry storm of undead souls.

It took a little while but eventually you caught sight of incoming flying aircraft which took the long way around and landed in the bloody wetlands. Probably due to all the lovely amount of monsters and zombies elsewhere...for some strange reason they avoid those wetlands. You don't know why but its the only place around here that isn't crawling in zombies and monsters. Wont you get passed all the blood, festering corpses, and strange fauna its quite nice in an extremely morbid but somehow natural sense.

What do?
>Approach the landing site
>Keep poking around in the corpse mountains
>Leave already
>Try to approach the island
>Other?

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You are the former United States Navy warship USS HOEL, now returned as a shipgirl and ready to kick Abyssal ass!

Currently, it was you, Haida, and Sendai against that one Abyssal Destroyer Princess and what was apparently a Light Cruiser Princess. However, in a shocking twist, the CL Princess turns out to look exactly like Jintsuu, Sendai's sister!

Logically, though, that was freaking impossible. You had just seen Jintsuu taking part in the operation, and you haven't heard any mention of her being lost, and unless the Abyssals had some EXTREMELY quick conversion method, this couldn't possibly be the same girl.

Then it hit you. From what the Captain, Shen, and Vahlen had previously told you, the Abyssals mainly copied from others, especially the concept of shipgirls when they started posing a threat. You guess they were starting to get better at it, being able to copy individual shipgirls like Vahlen did with you.

"Sendai, snap out of it!" You bark as you stare down the two Abyssals. "That's not Jintsuu!"

"But-"

"Trust me! I've seen this shit before!" You scowl. "Just treat her like any other Abyssal!"

"Yeah, we'll worry about it after we're done beating them down!" Haida adds in support.

"If you can." The CL Princess chuckles smugly as her weapons arm.

Thanks to your advanced computer capabilities, you can slow down time, or at least your perception of it, to make critical tactical decisions. First of all, as who to send Sendai after. Sendai was a light cruiser, so she'd be a better head to head match for the CL Princess, but with her looking like Jintsuu, you're not sure if she could stay level headed. On the other hand, she could probably easily handle the Destroyer Princess, but that would leave you worrying about the CL Princess, who was a bit above your weight class...

>Have Sendai engage the CL.
>Have Sendai engage the DD.
>Other

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For years, harsh and unforgiving Primal World has kept any intelligent life that manages to take hold in isolated pockets, while beasts that are bigger, stronger, and more deadly roam the land unhindered, but no longer. Some of the intelligent beings of Primal World have formed small but powerful city-states, and have begun expanding their influence through the mountains, jungles, savannas, and grasslands of their world. What's more, scouts have told the people of their cities tales of ancient, all-powerful beings, offering great power to those that share their ideals. Will you help to preserve the Primal World's natural state, bend it to your will, or ignore these Ancients, and forge your own path?

Joining the game is simple, just fill out the sheet (And put your desired starting location):
Nation Name: (What your nation is called)
Race(s): (What kind of peoples inhabit your nation)
Color: (Your Color on the map)
Fluff: (your nation's backstory- more thorough fluff will help GM figure out eccentricities.)
-Don't fill out (unless told)-
Settlements: (Player-named capital) (Player-Named outpost (4))
Territory:
Population (+growth/turn): GM Generated
Food: 1
Currency: 3 (+x/turn)
Industry: 5
Structures: Government Building, Farm I (2)
Defenses: GM Generated
Military: 1 (Player Named Unit)
Tech: Bronzeworking (Others determined by Fluff)
Resources:
Eccentricities: GM Generated (Again, the better the fluff, the more of a feel GM has for your nation.)

Also take a peek at the rules pastebin I've drawn up: http://pastebin.com/pakzadFV

I'll try my hardest to start the game quickly after a handful of signups, but new players can join in at any time!

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Since I've been away awhile, we're gonna run a short omake to flesh out the rest of the ~universe~ of the story and get back into things. AYEP

*****

The Extender's running lights dim as it banks away, still stowing its boom as it turns for Mt. Pleasant. Naval dawn is upon you, the horizon just beginning to lighten; barely discernible against the faint glow of your HUD. You rubberneck for the hundredth time but your wingman's right where he ought to be, keeping good formation, the wind-weathered discoloration of his Skyhawk a two-tone mottling in the NVG's green hues.

You unload carefully, double-checking your trim, and make sure the rookie's tight on your wing before flicking off the running lights. The altitude scale starts ticking up gently once more as you climb for angels twenty again; a compromise between your nominal sea control mission and the A-4's short legs. The radar in the old M models work - more or less - but they're not much use against what you're hunting, and a low cloud deck has been dogging you all damn night. The E-3 was -

“Dagger, Spyglass here. Status?”

Talking, apparently; that incongruously dry accent still strange to your ears. You learned English in Florida. “Just finished tanking, Pit Stop's on egress.”

“Jolly,” comes the reply. “Priority intercept; unknown contacts bearing two-one-five from your location. Intercept at buster and get eyes-on.”

You blink. “Unknown contact?” you repeat faintly, not sure you heard correctly. “Surface or airborne?”

“We're not sure,” comes the grim reply, the crisp accent flaking a bit. “We need eyes on.”

You swing your little flight towards the unknowns, waiting for you out in the dark. The course takes you towards Staten Island...

... not too close.

But close enough.

[ ] Pull more altitude.
[ ] Ingress in the weeds.

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[ ] Nose hot.
[ ] Nose cold.

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Continued from >>1018427
(moe's STILL FUCKING DOWN)
http://archived.moe/qst/thread/856808/
http://archived.moe/qst/thread/872212/

>>1033373
You craft your genius rug-sled and have Patch and Marcus ride it. This is either your best idea ever, or your worst.
Anyways, you only have two place to go, NORTH or SOUTH.

What will it be?

Inventory (8/10): AIR GUN(5), CHOCO-CHEESY BANANA, BUCKET(2/3):[MICE(2), TWIGS(5)], RUG, KEYS, POSTER, SPEAR

Roll a 2d50 die, and the person with the highest amount within thirty minutes of this post gets to decide

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Previous thread: >>1040046

You are Iris, a witch who recently turned 13. As per witches' custom, you left home for one year to find a town without any resident witches, settle in it and learn to live by selling magical services. You can fly a broom, talk to your black cat familiar named Mr Vain, and you are a beginner in spirit conjuration.

In the previous episode you started your journey, saved three people, though they don't know the whole story, met a fairy, found a nice little town and it looks like you are going to stay.

--------

"This was a nice lecture, I think I learnt what I needed to know," you say.

"You did? Good to hear," says Charlotte, "So, is our humble community good enough?"

"Yes. I think this is the town where I will stay."

"Good. I'll call mom about the apartment then. Until then, be our guest."

"Thank you," you answer, finally letting your mind process the events of the day.

What do you want to do in the meantime?

> Go eat some of your supplies
> Talk to Leo
> Talk to Laura
> Talk to Mr Vain
> Write-in

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A hotel room had been set aside for you and Danner and some executives. You sat back and listened to them talk for a little bit. You normally wouldn't, but Danner insisted. Whatever this was, these guys better have some money pronto. “My name is Evan Ames.” He presents himself pretty handsomely, nice slickback blonde hair, cool blue eyes behind some shades, and a smart cut black suit to go with it. “I represent the Matanza Arms Corporation, we're a security and weapons firm that develops particular defensive options for colonists in the Outer Rings. Everything from your basic PDW and carbines up to building transports and the big guns,” he explains. “We couldn't help but notice that your Idols happened to be here on Titan Station and we happen to have an offer for you, to our mutual benefit.”

“What do you want?” you ask.

He smiles, pointing and grinning at you. “To the point, business like!” He sits down across from you at the table, tenting his hands. “Let's make it clear cut and simple. We'd like to sponsor your Idols, and in return your Idols try to 'talk up' and advertise the Matanza Arms Corp product line.”

Danner nods. “It's a simple enough procedure, Lieutenant. Plus, Matanza is perfectly willing to throw a lot of money behind this.”

“What kind of advertisement are we talking?” you ask. “Because at heart, this is a Federal effort to bring people into the war, not an economic... wish-washy...” Words, words, please, words come! “This isn't like a sporting event where every five minutes we say our sponsors or anything?”

“Well we're not asking that you adopt Matanza Arms products right away, we're well aware of Morita Arms' monopoly on the MI weaponry line,” he says very coolly. “We'll start simple, The Federation brings you the Starship Idols! A short five second special thanks to us maybe. But before that, we'd like for your Idols to come and try and test some of our weapons out too in our personal proving grounds here on Titan.”

“Really?” you ask. “You're going to trust us with experimental weapons?”

“We're planning on releasing them in the next few weeks. A star endorsement from the Starship Idols my shareholds tell me will help sales, bring us to a bit of a darkhorse status in the arms production world,” he says. “What do you say, Lieutenant?”

> “Let me convene with the girls first.”
> “I say let's do it!”
> “No thank you. We're not interested.”
> Other

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Happy Anniversary Biopunk Quest.
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You focus on healing yourself for now. You rested, with Pampi and Black working on your body to get it back into shape. They prepared and injected some kind of agent into your eyes as well, allowing you to see better again. When you did, you noticed how much larger Pampi had gotten. She was about a foot and a half more taller, and her assets had tripled in size.

"They're a bit cumbersome, really." she nervously chuckled, as you ate lunch with her in the hut. "Although now I know how the other girls may feel."

"Other girls?" you wondered.

"I'm actually fairly small for my ethnicity." she replied. "As a Peacock Nymph."

"Ah" you nodded.

"It's a bit hard to do surgery like this." she added. "But I'm glad to have had Black's help to heal you - that was urgent."

"Thank you. I appreciate it" you replied, with Pampi immediately replying by approaching you by giving you a hug.

---

As you recovered and took strolls out of the hut, you found Kiki eating outside, who after the the dose, had also become larger. She was now taller as well, but it was engulfed in muscularity, like if she was mobidly obese in an hourglass shape, but with muscles instead of fat. Her lats reaching a even further than her hands, you noticed.

Giving this Super Serum which had turned a child Nymph into looking an adult to the who girls who where already gigantic to being with might've had its disadvantages, you pondered. However, you believed that the advantages outweighed them. Pampi's imminent Witch status and Kiki's natural talents would well be worth it.

"I've missed you" she cooed, as she finally noticed you between her bites. "I hope you can still reach to kiss me."

You pecked her jutting abs. "I still can, see?"

"But that's not the saaame." she replied "I want it on MY lips..."

Like if it was easier before, you huffed. "Once I'm better I guess we can work it out." you figured. "I guess I can climb or something."

She nodded with a pout, and then continued to eat.

(cont)