/wfg/ Writefag General-Houston fishing charters

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>catch up on 2 threads

About to start my first story. Any tips?

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>>35073670

>>35073724
We have a FAQ for the general questions on how to write and common tips

>>35073724
Indicate to Archive and Polybius if you will bin it or if you want them to. Also, give a title.

>>35073670
That picture is from a vehicle taken from drug cartels.

>>35073724
lewds should go into extreme detail, but not so extreme as to qualify as X-ray porn. Weird fetishes are welcome, with some notable and extreme exceptions.

Implied lewd may just be best lewd.

I like to differentiate my characters dialogue somehow, usually along a line between the character whose perspective is being told and the ones who aren't.

Detail is your friend, and it helps define your writing style in general, no one would want to read any of the Bob Lee Swagger books, or Earl Swagger books if not for vivid descriptions, but whatever you can manage is fine.

plentiful errors of grammar are probably the biggest thing that will get people on you besides just being outright crazy, but other than that, you should have plenty of latitude to write whatever the fuck you want. Absurdism tends to be one of my favorite things to do. sometimes. Good luck! I look forward to reading.

>>35073911
thanks here is the prologue all criticism is welcome its been a long time since I have written. its not very long but hopefully somebody likes my idea if so I will keep writing

>>35073724
Wut plot?

Back together again.
Prologue
Finally after months of searching on Gunbroker I had bought my Fal kit. Excitement filled me as I unboxed my kit taking care to inspect every part. Finally after unpacking all of the parts. I found a hand written letter that said, "Take good care of her." I simply blew it off as some old man being to overly attached to his gun. Boy how I was wrong. Soon I was back on gun broker to get a IMBEL receiver. I would only have the best for my rifle. Soon after my receiver had arrived I put my rifle together and that's where things started to get a little weird. I would come home and my room would be a little cleaner or some of my food gone. At first I just blew it off. But little did I know that my rifle was alive.....

>>35074070
Don't forget to breathe. People read, usually, with speech. Speech is verbal punctuation. Punctuation is your flow.

Walls of text aren't always desirable.

>>35074129
Thanks for the advice

>>35074070
ok, you have my attention. Not enough to go on, but I suspect this will be ok.

>>35074332
Thanks this is the hardest part for me to write i know where I want to go but starting it was difficult

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>>35074378
same here, I know what I WANT to portray, but it takes some writing at first, a good few dozen minutes to a post until I build some velocity and the content starts flowing.

>>35074405
Since I've got it out of the way. I will try to get the first chapter done tomorrow I know it will be a lot better then what I've written already.

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Give more panni barrett
K thx bye

Well, here goes nothing...

******

You know, they always used to think the apocalypse would be sudden. Nukes, maybe. Or some other doomsday weapon. They didn’t think it would be slow. They didn’t think everything would just… run out. Slowly, the areas around the equator got too hot to grow food anymore. When the seas dried up, so did the cheap goods that had once been carried across the world on ships. When the oil ran out, the transportation systems collapsed, and with them, supplies that could not be gotten locally. The population plummeted. Of all the things the world ran out of, nobody realized that the most devastating shortage would be of people. And without people to make the things and run the machines, large swathes of the world were left abandoned, fell dark, and descended into anarchy. There were a few holdouts of civilization. City-states built on the ruins of the old world metropolises. But they could only support limited populations, and guarded their borders jealously.

Mal had known a few old-timers who remembered the old world. They didn’t talk about it much. No need to distract people with fairytales of a paradise lost when there was work to be done. Mal’s tribe were mostly farmers. There was still some land that was suitable for farming, and with so few people left, it was enough to sustain them. Most of the other things they used, they got by scavenging, or trading with other tribes.

It was such an occasion today. They had made contact with a group of nomadic traders via the ham radio, who had offered to trade guns for food and water. A couple of scouts had rode out to meet them, and confirmed that it wasn’t a trap. Mal was now riding with the main party to help with the actual trade, brimming with anticipation. His father had promised him he could pick out a pistol of his own from their share of the proceeds.

>>35075524
He had had a shotgun since he was 12; an old doubled-barreled 20 gauge with a chipped stock and worn finish. His family had nicer guns, but they couldn’t fire the homemade black powder shells that were used for hunting and shooting for fun. Smokeless ammunition was extremely valuable, and was horded in case of attack by bandits, or raiders from one of the city states. It was resting in its scabbard as they rode, hanging off the right side of his saddle. He liked the shotgun, it had served him well over the years, but compared to what lay in store for him today it might as well have been a rotten stick.

Mal had good reason to be excited. Getting your first pistol, after getting your first horse, was one of the great rites of passage for young men living on the corpse of Old America. He had earned it, breaking his back for days on end in his father’s cornfields, and waking up at the crack of dawn to scour the wilderness for game. As the group crested a rise, Mal’s face broke into a grin at the sight of the caravan on the highway below.

Their vehicles were old pickup trucks, modified to be drawn by horses. They carried gasoline in case of an emergency, but the fuel was only getting rarer. Horses only required feed and water. The truckbeds were stacked with worn plastic crates and bins, filled with all manner of things. There were three trucks, with six men on horses with black rifles riding alongside to deter bandits. Mal’s father and two of their men had black rifles as well, just in case, their belts heavy with precious magazines full of 5.56mm cartridges from the old world.

>>35075529
Once greetings had been exchanged, and they had begun unloading the sacks of grain and skins of water from their cart, Mal’s father led him over to one of the traders’ trucks. There was an open crate sitting on the tailgate, filled with handguns nestled in clean straw.

“Go ahead kid, this box is ours and the Weathers’s, so you can pick any of these. I’d give you advice, but I bet you already know what you want.” His father said, his stern face just barely breaking into a grin.

Mal didn’t, really. He knew he wanted a revolver. Well, he needed a revolver if he wanted to shoot it much. Automatic pistols and black powder didn’t exactly agree. But he didn’t know what he wanted exactly. Silent and pensive, he poured over the array of handguns intently. One caught his eye, and he picked it up gingerly. It was a soft, matte stainless steel revolver, large and chunky with dark grey grips and a short barrel. It felt good in his hand. Like it was made for it. He frowned in disappointment as he turned it and saw the ejector rod. Oh, a single action. He put it down, and picked up another. Then another. But he kept looking back at the single action. None of the others felt quite as good in his hand.

“Hurry up, Malcolm. We don’t have all day.” His father interrupted his trance, his voice amicable but firm.

Without thinking, Mal found the single action in his hand again.

“That one? You sure?” The old man asked.

Mal nodded.

He stared at the revolver the whole ride home, letting it rest on his saddle between his legs and feeling the smooth grain of the stocks. His saddlebags had a new weight to them, several boxes of .44 Magnum ammunition salvaged from the old world. They’d come with the gun, along with a brown leather holster. One of the other men in their group had given him a handful of their own homemade black powder .44 cartridges to stick in the pistol for the ride back, in case he saw a rabbit or something.

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>>35075533
By the time they arrived at the settlement the sun was mostly set and they were making their way by the light of his father’s ancient floodlight, one of the few electronic devices still in common use, its batteries charged with solar panels bolted to the top of the house.
Mal helped unload the rest of the guns, put the horses back in the barn, and retreated to his room to stare at the pistol by candlelight. He fell asleep with the old pistol sitting on the pillow next to him, still half dressed.

He rushed through his chores the next day, spurred on by the exciting weight of the pistol on his belt. As soon as the last stall was mucked out, Mal grabbed a bag of black powder .44s and a canteen and took off for the woods.

He found the clearing where he normally went to shoot at logs and draw songbirds, and laid his jacket and canteen on a large boulder. Finding some splintered hunks of wood, he set them up on a log and loaded the pistol.

Even shooting black powder, the recoil was more than he had anticipated. The first few rounds were frustrating misses. His father had known better than to offer to teach him, he expected Mal would either figure it out on his own or come ask for help himself. And slowly but surely, he began to fire it out. By the third reload, he was able to knock down all six chunks of wood.

Rubbing his smarting palm, Mal set the gun down ontop of his jacket, took a swig from his canteen, and then walked over to the treeline to take a piss. When he returned, he was flabbergasted by what he saw.

There was a girl sitting perched on his jacket, her legs crossed, looking at him intently. Mal cursed himself for not putting the gun in his holster. His hand found the hilt of his bowie, but didn’t draw it.

“Hey! Who are you?” He asked, nervously.

>>35075544
“Ruger Super Blackhawk, 3 ¾” Bisley. But you can call me Bisley, hun.” She grinned at the surprised look on his face.

“That’s a weird name for a girl. How did you get here? What tribe are you from?” Mal asked.

“You brought me here, silly.” She grinned wider.

“What?” Mal blinked, his brain short-circuiting.

“I’m your revolver. I was sleeping in that crate until the warmth of your hand woke me up. I didn’t want to show myself until you were away from your ranch, in case you yelled or something.”

“You’re my… what?” He was still laboring to grasp the meaning of her words.

“Your revolver. I’m a gun spirit. Have you ever heard of us?” She hopped off the boulder and walked over to him.

She was short, he noticed, now that she was standing upright. Short but thick, with broad hips and a full chest. Her hair was blackish-silver, like the grips of the pistol, and her eyes shone as grey as stainless steel. She had a soft, honest face; not stunningly beautiful, but very cute, especially with her bright smile. She wore a light grey shirt of plaid flannel, just slightly too big for her, with deeply faded jeans and dark brown leather cowboy boots. Real, good boots too, not the novelty trash you sometimes saw left behind in the ruins of old world shops.

“No, I… I can’t say I have.” Mal was still slightly dumbstruck.

>>35075651
“Every now and then, there’s a gun that’s made special, somehow. The worker who makes it happens to be in just the right mental state at the right time to give it a spark of life, or maybe it’s the first owner, or someone else down the line. Either way, we’re made conscious and can give ourselves human form. This is mine.” She gestured down at her body. “I’ve been asleep for a long, long time. You’re the first human to shoot me in many years. I’m surprised that you’re so young. Most boys your age like to shoot those newfangled plastic automatics everyone’s so obsessed with. I thought it was just old men who still cared about single actions like me.”

“Not anymore.” Mal found himself answering without hesitation. “There ain’t much ammo left for them, anymore. Can’t make smokeless ammo ourselves anymore. Not much point having a gun if you can’t shoot it, ya know?”

“I wondered why I tasted black powder.” She smacked her lips thoughtfully, then giggled. “So it finally happened, then?”

“What?” Mal asked.

“The apocalypse! My last real owner was all obsessed with it. Built a great big old bunker under his ranch and packed it full of supplies in case end times came. Kinda ironic that he died before it even happened, ain’t it? If he hadn’t had me in the house when he went, I’d probably still be down there. He never did tell anyone about it. As it was, his kids sold me to a pawn shop and I’ve been napping ever since. Anyway, I’m yours now. Wanna shoot some more?”


***End Chapter One***

Anybody like it?

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>>35075665
Very much. I look forward to seeing more.

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>>35075924
BUNP WITH SOME LEWD, SON!

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>>35075952

Would anyone be interested in a sci-fi story about the daily life of an engineer aboard a submarine? Specifically, one that goes underneath the ice crust of Europa to search for alien artifacts and remove water ayys with railguns and torpedoes?

>>35076036
Only if it has slightly German touches to it.

Jokes aside, yeah that would be cool

>>35076080
Well, of course there's going to be German influences. This is a /k/ submarine story.

>>35076093
>das weltraum boot

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>>35076036
>>35076080
>>35076093
>>35076139

>>35075665
Yes, some post apocalypse is always tasty. And it's not badly written at all!

>>35071365
decided to read the whole story before commenting, can't wait to see where things go from here...

>>35076036
As long as is /k/ related is more than welcome

Updates to the bins will drop trough the day

>>35072625
This is interesting. going to keep doing it?

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Finally got my Cold War thing binned. More to come later this evening.

https://pastebin.com/x80EGFwS

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One thread down, other to go

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>>35078627

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>mfw hurricane irma is category 5 and en route to fuck my ass
>mfw tropical storm jose is forming in irma's wake
>mfw there's a third system forming in the gulf

WITNESS ME!

>>35079324
You lack digits.

>>35078627
How are you always a thread or two behind?

>>35079699
I got a live outside 4chan and live with my GF

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Some innawoods manhunting for yall
https://pastebin.com/240Nxzx1

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JTfag is up to date
>folder to catch up
https://pastebin.com/1qS4EqXS

KvsW is up to date
>folder is fixed
https://pastebin.com/Sa6N0je7

New guys in the sticky and anon folder
https://pastebin.com/0bBGBbS8

>decker https://pastebin.com/iMwzWzAh

>photographer anon https://pastebin.com/mw1PjtYF


Worked on the tag bin too

And im up to date

Yo florida fags
>gtfo out of florida this storm is going to directly pass over your southern most nuclear reactor
> storms powerful enough that seismological equipment is detecting it and is the most powerful storm to form in the Atlantic

> oh also jose is going to try to ass fuck you after irma takes your money car and house.

https://weather.com/storms/hurricane/news/tropical-storm-hurricane-jose-forecast-atlantic

>>35080651
Forgot to post turkey point reactor info

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Turkey_Point_Nuclear_Generating_Station

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>>35080651
Nah, m8. Nowhere to go, no money to find a place to go. And besides, I gotta see what happens. (And technically I'm an emergency response official for some reason meaning I have to be around if shit gets called in)

>>35079749
>live with GF

Wanna know how i know you're lying?

>>35081308
Stay safe. Shit looks bad . They can pick up the storm on the sismographs the waves are that big. My main concern is that the flood walls arent tall enough to protect the reactor. Having a reactor underwater sounds bad.

>>35081447
Hey man he could have a raifu ..
>or he could be actually have a life and not be a failure like us. Who only have work study and 4 chan

>>35081308
The navy is evacuating 5k personnel
http://www.cnn.com/2017/09/05/politics/key-west-navy-evacuation-hurricane-irma/index.html

welp, time to post an update before I get washed away in floodwaters

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They looked at Kris for a moment, then at each other, shrugging. “Well, if werewolves are real,” said Dave, “Then I guess it makes sense that vampires exist too.”

“What kind of vampires are we dealing with?” asked Chris. “Bram Stoker or Nosferatu?

“Eh… sort of. A little bit of both. Enhanced senses, strength, speed, natural night vision, rapid healing. All the standard sorts of abilities you'd expect. The difference is that you don't necessarily need sunlight or a stake through the heart to kill them.”

“How do you mean?”

“Contrary to the legends, vamps aren't actually undead. No, they're quite alive, and as such they're vulnerable to all the things that a normal person is vulnerable to. Like bullets.”

“Huh… I was sort of hoping there would be a gimmick…” said Dave, musing.

“Nah, no gimmick here. Besides,” said Kris, pulling a bullet from his shirt pocket, “A couple rounds of M80A1 through a bone, or the skull? You'd be hard pressed to find something that could withstand that.”

He stood up and headed over to a table with a an old guitar case on top, ruffling his daughter’s hair as he passed, earning a groan from her. “Still, vampires are no pushovers. Aside from the enhanced senses, they're every bit as intelligent as a normal person, some of them even moreso.”

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>>35082280

“So, might it be safe to assume some of them might be smart enough to bring guns with them?” postulated Chris.

“That would be a good assumption. But as it turns out, those enhanced senses are a double edged sword. Loud bang, bright flash. Disorients them. Makes it easier to finish them off.”

“So, yet another weakness. Are you sure they aren't pushovers?”

“I'm sure. They're resourceful, and they’re durable, and I've got some nasty scars to prove that they’re very capable opponents.” Kris popped the guitar case open and pulled what appeared to be a heavily modified FAL from within, setting it aside on the table. He pulled several empty magazines for it out as well. “Overall, though, it’s the same with any cryptid. If you get cocky, you get dead.”

He turned back to face the pair with a handful of tungsten-tipped REAL FUCKIN’ NATO in one hand and a half loaded mag in the other. Leaning against the table, he saw Chris yawn. “Long drive?”

Her response was an affirming nod and another yawn.

“You should get some rest, then. I'll start you guys in on this tomorrow.”

“No need to tell me twice.” She turned towards the guest bedroom.

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>>35082298

“Hold up a moment,” he interjected, causing her to look back over. “No hard feelings, right?”

She sighed, and after a moment, shrugged. “Yeah, sure. We'll call it a clean slate.”

“Awesome. Oh, and we'll sort out what to do with our extremely similar sounding names later.”

She rolled her eyes and retired to a cot, leaving Dave still in the living room with Kris and his daughter.

“So, uh, how long have you been running this op before you called us in?” he asked, wanting to fill the silence.

“A few months. It’s mostly been reconnaissance. Still is, in fact. I understand you were working with Zulu before you were inducted, yeah?”

“Who?”

“The Irish preacher. Foul mouth? Probably former Provo IRA?”

“Adam, you mean,” replied Dave.

“Yeah, that’s him. Though, if you refer to him in the future, call him by Zulu. Real names are for times like this, when you’re in person, and not on the job.”

“Got it.”

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“Anyway, I was going to ask if he taught you anything about reconnaissance before you broke company.”

“Eh… a little bit. Took us driving about, described a few techniques of his, which mostly consisted of sitting up in trees freezing his bollocks off in the middle of the night, so he said.”

“Right, heard about his church. Seems he didn’t get too much time to impart much, did he?”

“Not really.”

“Well, we’ll have a bit more time together than what you got there, hopefully. We’ll be able to get real hands-on with some of this.”

“Great, can’t wait,” replied Dave with a smile.

“You're certainly eager,” said Kris.

Dave shrugged. “Well, you've been doing this a while, yeah? It'll be nice to learn a few things without being directly tossed into the fray, for a change.”

“Had some rough starts with jobs, then?”

“Barely scraping by, eluding death and serious injury has become a bit too commonplace.”

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>>35082317

“Oh, well that never really stops, so you know. Look.” Kris lifted his shirt, exposing a large, jagged scar running along his abdomen.

Dave winced just from looking at it. “Jesus…”

“Yep. Some big scaly sonuvabitch damn near disemboweled me. But not quite,” he said with a smirk. “What about you, any old battle wounds?”

“Uh… a couple, sure.”

“Well go on then, show me!”

Dave chuckled. “Uh, this one is from when Chris and I first met, and we killed that wendigo you mentioned.” He hooked the collar of his shirt and pulled it aside to reveal a portion of the scar where the beast had sunk its teeth into his shoulder, near to the base of his neck.

Kris hissed through his teeth. “Yikes, man. Missed your jugular by only a couple of inches.”

“Yup. Lucky miss. But, I did end up with a girlfriend out of the whole affair. And a new line of work. So, I consider myself even luckier for it.”

“You wanna talk lucky, I’ve got a set of scars on my back from-”

The girl sitting cross-legged on the floor sighed in that exasperated way that only a teenager can, and rolled her eyes. “Papa, is this going to end with you stripping down to your underwear while you tell the new guy about the time you fought a Mexican death god? For like, the third time this month?”

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>>35082327

“Hush, you.” Kris knelt down and tousled her hair, and before she could vocalize her indignation, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of head. “Don’t be such a sourpuss, my little panzeryousei.”

“Daaaaad! Not in front of people!”

Kris looked back over at Dave, who was smiling at the little display of paternal affection. “Oh, by the way, this is Freja. Forgot to introduce you to her properly earlier.”

Dave gave a little wave to the girl, who was trying to squirm out of her father’s embrace. “Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Come on, dad, can you let go already?”

“No.” He picked her up and kissed her cheek and head some more, earning more protests as he carried her away. “It’s almost bedtime, sweetpea. You need to brush your teeth.”

“Daaaaaad! Put me doooooown! I can walk by myself just fine!”

Dave burst into laughter as the pair headed upstairs, and once he recovered, decided he would head into the guest room to join Chris in some well-needed rest.

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>tis all for now
>wait and see

if Irma rounds the tip of Florida and swings back up to hit the gulf side, I may lose power and internet connectivity for an unknown period of time. So this might be the last bit you get for a while.

>>35079324
Evacuate your guns before they get flooded or the gov steals them, stay safe tovarish

Short update momentarily

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An unmarked Mi-8 lands unceremoniously among the bustle of men and materiel crowding the dockyard and surrounding neighborhoods. As the rear cargo door opens, six men hop onto the tarmac wearing unremarkable Afghanka uniforms. As a light misting of rain begins to fall, one of the men gestures to the rest. They don their hats and move in unison across the dockyard to where a small command center has been set up. Dozens of soldiers move about the command post, speaking in hurried, professional tones.

As the men approach the center of the command area, some of the soldiers take notice of their non-regulation hair, as well as the fact that every one of them is wearing sunglasses. The man at the front of the pack, a stone-faced individual of about forty, nods his head in the direction of two MPs who have taken notice to their presence.

Two of the bespectacled soldiers walk up to the MPs, one of them producing a badge as the other reaches into the pocket of his field jacket, where a loaded Makarov resides. The one with the badge speaks, scowling. “You will take us to General Asimov at once. He is expecting us.”

One of the MP’s raises an eyebrow, taking a closer look at the badge. As he gets a clearer view of it, his expression changes entirely. He nervously tugs at his collar before harshly ordering the other MP to get the General.

The team is then led through the small compound to a BTR with large radio masts attached. There they are directed to a small, older man with a very large hat and even larger mustache. He wears the stars of a Major General. The man turns to face the new arrivals, scowling at the apparent leader of the team.

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“Junior-Lieutenant Volkov,” the General says with little apparent joy. “It is good that the Kremlin found a better place for you than the 40th Army…” He harrumphs slightly, looking at Volkov’s men, then back to Volkov. “Though, I did not expect you to see combat any time soon.”

Volkov’s expression does not change. His eyes, however, narrow dismissively at the General. The man casually crosses his arms behind his back. “I am no longer a lieutenant, sir. My promotion came yesterday, I am hereby reinstated to my former rank of Captain. Me and my team were ordered to report to you for assignment. Also, the Party wished for me to pass this along to you.”

Volkov then hands the General a manila folder with a thick stack of paper inside. The General frowns upon seeing a KGB seal on the front, and opens it hesitantly. With a grumble, he mouths the orders from Moscow. “Being handed my orders by a damned captain,” he mutters to himself. “Well, Volkov, it would seem that your orders are to move into hostile territory with an escort force and gather intelligence…” He frowns, rubbing his mustache. “As well as eliminate any potential hostiles you encounter… Military or otherwise… You have total discretion as to how your objectives are completed.”

Volkov cannot help but smile ever so slightly, saluting the General. “Understood, sir. We shall execute our orders with the utmost precision.”

That's gonna be it for tonight. I hope to get more written per-update in the near future, but with my current schedule, I can only write in short bursts. Hopefully around the middle of this month things will change in that regard. Here's the link to the pastebin with the full story.

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>>35082355
Go with God my son

>>35082355
Seriously though, stay safe tovarish, it looks pretty hairy on the radar.
If anything else it will be pretty /comfy/ with your """""gf""""" and your raifus.
>good luck famalam

>>35082355
Stay safe and well supplied, /k/ommando! This last bit better not be your last, or I'll kill you!

>>35082355
Stay safe man.

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>>35073905
Looks like how I roll.

>>35084055
>wore a core drill
>Convinced them it was of Religious significance
The absolute madman

>>35084238
Depends on how you look at it, but you could consider religion to be institutional madness.

There's a lot of things they don't tell you when joining a Europa submarine crew. They tell you about the danger, the loneliness, the long hours, all that fun stuff. What they don't tell you about is just how fucking boring the daily grind is.

I was on my third cup of coffee at my workstation, right outside the maintenance shaft. A simple computer was in front of me, not even one of those slick holographic displays that damn near every submarine had. These were physical monitors, attached to boxy cases through cables running behind my desk. On the screen was a passive status monitor, giving me a constant reading of all components on ship, along with water levels and O2 levels. I had tabbed out and was playing a strategy game, anything to break the monotony.

Suddenly, I heard a beep on the status monitor.

I quickly tabbed over to find one of the junction boxes in the lower part of the ship head been disconnected from the main grid. This was common enough, since we had an old ship. I grabbed my radio and spoke into it.

"This is Engineer Adams speaking, it does appear Junction B-4 has been disconnected according to my status monitor. Can anyone get confirmation on that?"

>>35085039

A few seconds of silence passed, before a feminine voice came from the radio. I recognized it is Engineer Yuna Akiyama, a good friend of mine who was in a different area of the ship.

"Yeah, I can confirm. That's an electrical issue, so that's your problem now."

My specialization was electrical engineering, in contrast to her mechanical expertise. Basically, I fixed the various wiring and connection issues the ship might have, she fixed the actual components when they went wrong, ala the engine, pumps, and our weaponry aboard the ship. We had another engineer dedicated to maintaining the reactor, a guy named Malcolm Ren. Finally, at the top of our engineering structure was Chief Engineer Lily Adams, who oversaw all of us and made sure we weren’t fucking up horribly.

Anyway, I made sure my orange, fire retardant coveralls were strapped on nice and tight, slipping on some thin gloves with an anti-electrical coating on them. I grabbed a toolbox beside my desk, grabbing my soldering kit and slipping it inside. I made sure it was locked and used a sling to secure it over my chest,it dangling from my hip like a big metal satchel. I slotted my keycard into a panel beside the door to the maintenance shaft, pressing a button to watch it slide open. I then shut the door behind me, a dull red light bathing the shaft once no outside light came in.

I grabbed onto a ladder and began to lower myself down, hearing my tools lightly clang against the metal box on every rung. I eventually came up to a metal platform, forcing me to walk over to the other side of the ladder to continue. The platforms were there in case someone fell, to prevent them from dying from a long fall rather than just spraining an ankle or, at the most extreme, breaking a leg.

>>35085316

Now that my ladder related journey had come to an end, I opened another door to find a long row of junction boxes mounted on the wall. It was a confined space, which was to be expected on a submarine, I assume. I walked over to a breaker switch, opening it up and flicking off the power to B-4. I walked over to the box, setting down my tool chest and popping it open.

Various contraptions of metal and rigid plastic stared back at me, including my soldering kit. I took my power drill, flicking it on and crouching down to undo the screws on the front of the junction box before me. I then removed the steel cover, setting it down and looking at the internals.

I picked through the wires, trying to see which one was defective. There were six in total, each one connected to a different electrical port. I pulled each one off of its port, then disconnecting it from the main cable. I examined each one carefully, only to find that one of the wires had a nice break in the middle of it. Oh boy, time to get the soldering kit out.

I took a pair of scissors, cutting the wire in half, right at the mangled, bent area. I took a heat shrink tube and slid it over one end. It’s a surprise tool that will help us later. I then took out a wire stripper, sliding about a three fourths of an inch off both ends to expose the copper underneath. I twisted the copper ends around each other, making sure it was nice and snug. I fired up my soldering iron, waiting for it to warm up. I then lightly touched the tip against the exposed wires, heating them up for the soldering process. Now comes the actual solder.

>>35085402

I touched the tip of the soldering iron to the solder itself, watching it melt and cover the copper wire connection and secure it. I pulled it away before it became a big, globby mess, letting it cool down and become solid. Now, our surprise tool comes into play. I slid the heat shrink tube over the soldered connection, using some of the heat from my soldering iron to make it form around the solder, making the connection nice and protected.

I let that sit for about a minute, taking the time to plug all the extra wires back in, making sure they were all in their correct ports. I then took the recently fixed wire, gingerly plugging it into its ports. I stood up, going back to the breaker and flipping the power to B-4 back on. I took out my radio and began to transmit.

“Alright, could someone check the status on B-4?”

A few seconds passed before Yuki piped up again.

“Looks good, Mitch. Glad to see the resident electrowizard hasn’t lost his touch.”

I chuckled a bit and replied.

“It was a simple soldering job, nothing too complicated. Anyway, I’m gonna head back up, I just need to put the junction box panel back on.”

I slipped my radio back onto my belt, drilling the screws back in for the junction box panel. I picked up my tools and climbed up to my office again, going back to my now lukewarm cup of coffee.

There’s one last thing they never really told you when you signed up.

The work is pretty easy, at least, 99 percent of the time.

But if that’s true, then why do I feel like the one percent is going to happen at any moment?

>>35085432

Well, that was the first chapter of Das Weltraum Boot, how'd you fags like it?

>>35085436
I like it. But is both the MC and one of the other engineers called Adams?

>>35085907

Ah shit, I just realized that.

Oh well. Anyway, regarding the next chapter, expect thicc asians, the promised German influences, and some world building.

>>35085921
Delicious

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>>35073670
>Read a pretty good halo short story
>Look up the author to see if he/she has more work
>It's some colored chick who rants on Twitter about how all Whites should die

>>35083158
polybus is the one with the gf

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>>35084055
>tfw this madman actually lurks among us

>>35085436
DAS IST WUNDERBAR KAMERADEN

>You hear something
>Wait, where are you?
>where is this?
>And Annie?

>It takes you a few moments to regain your sense of direction
>Up is… that way

>You’re in a little room
>A window overlooking mountains
>Right, the alps
>Switzerland
>Rifle mother

>There was another series of knocks on the door

>”Wha..?”
“Annon?”
>”Yeah”
“Are you decent?”

>You never took your clothes off… whenever you went to bed

>”Ye-”

>You’re wearing neither boots, jeans or a shirt
>It’s quickly fixed by pulling up the blanket up to your neck

>”Yeah, i’m decent”

>The door opens and a woman steps in
>Her skin is cocoa brown, as are her eyes
>Her hair is neatly tied up in a bun
>She’s dressed in a long, black dress with a white apron covering up most of the front

“I am Yvonne”

>She says as enters the room with a little tray

“The madame insists you eat”

>Yvonne storms into the room and sets the tray down on the nightstand

“I have washed your clothes since you failed to do so on your own”

>Just as she said, the clothes you’ve had… for a little too long were neatly folded and put on a chair

>“I thought she was alone here” you say, fighting the blood loss induced headache
“Tsk tsk. This is a castle and there are many things to do”
>”Do you work here?”
“For the moment. I don’t think anyone apart from the madame works here permanently. But many work here for shorter periods of time”
>”Why?”
“Several different reasons”

>She has a rather thick french accent

“Sometimes a shooter cannot give what the mother demands, or an agreement is made to stay here and work a debt off”

>”So someone is coming to pick you up?”
“No”
>”Oh. So why are you here”

>You take and eat a piece of the food she has brought you as you await her reply

“It is a great honor to work on sacred grounds. It is something many of us wants to do, to assist the madame once in our life”
>”Ah. I see. And, are-”
“Nono, enough chatter. Madame is waiting. Eat, was and get dressed. I will take you to her when you are ready”

>Yvonne bows politely and walks out of the room with a brisk pace
>You’re left with your food and clothes
>Figuring these are people that shouldn't be kept waiting, you ate the little collection of foods quickly and washed yourself as best you could, considering the lack of a shower
>There was a bathtub and a tap, but it was a little late now
>the clothes were warm
>had they been ironed?

>You're out less than ten minutes later, looking for something you recognize
>Yvonne makes an appearance soon after
>She looks at you, nods a little and asks you to follow her
>her steps are brisk, elegant and somehow dignified at the same time
>You descend the same you ascended yesterday
>The pathways, the winding stairs
>Eventually, you stand in front of the black workshop door
>Yvonne knocks three times, with quite some power
>Some voice is heard from inside, but it wasn’t Annie, you could tell that much
>Yvonne opens the door for you, and follows you down into the workshop

>The mother stands by a table but doesn't look up to you until you’ve gotten a bit closer
>Yvonne curtsies politely and then leaves the workshop

>The mother looked a little worn
>But not a bad worn, as after a long march or a battle
>But a comfortable worn
>Like after long hours at the gym
>And she was riding a wall of endorphins, a light coating of sweat on her forehead
>She was for the first time since you arrived, smiling

>“Uhm…”
“Your Annie-”
>“Is she okay?!”
“-is not a pushover, i’ll tell you that much”
>”Oh. I’m well aware”
“She resisted and fought. A lot”
>”Sh-she fought you?”
“Not physically. I’m not mad”
>”Phew”
“A bit of resisting is hardly unreasonable considering what i did. But as much as she did...”
>”P-please, is she…”

>The mother snickers a little

“Yes. She is”

~ ~ ~

>Back home, Gnevny ran around the house
>The one she trusted most, after Annie of course, was Doll
>Gnevny puts all of her almost 65 pounds of body weight behind her shoulder and slams into Dolls bedroom door

“Doll wake up you have to come right now!!”

>Gnevny runs up and leaps into Doll with considerable force for a 14 year old girl

“Wake up! wake up! wake up!

>Gnevny pushes her head, pulls her hair
>To no good at all
>Doll had a vibrator in one hand and a bottle of Absolut in the other
>She wasn’t going to get up for at least another hour
>Gnevny runs out of the room, heading towards Lala and Amanda's room
>She’s running as fast as her legs carry her
>Sliding down the rails of the flights of stairs, her red hair flowing in the wind
>She flies is to the loving couple’s room
“Lala! Amanda! Wake Up, th-AAAHHHHH I DIDN’T SEE ANYTHING SORRY”
>Gnevny’s third pick was Cassie, the PTRD
>She once again ran into the door, but bounced harmlessly off it
>She was a small girl, and not a battering ram after all
>Gnevny fell back at the floor

>It kinda hurt....

>Gnevny pouts, and whimpers a little
>she blinks rapidly, her lower lip trembles
>her inhalations become irregular and her exhalations became faster and faster
>Water was building up in the bottom of her eyes
>She was shaking slightly

>Cassie opens the door having just stepped out of bed, and looks at the sobbing little thing in front of her

“What’s happening?”
“w-wake up…”

>Cassie bends down and picks up the sobbing little thing in front of her

“You scream like there are gooks in the wire, do i have to get the pig?”
“n-no”
“That what is it, little one?”

>Gnevny lowers her voice to almost inaudible

“It’s sunday…”
“As much as i like you, little one, if you mention John Cena i will throw you out the window”

>Gnevny looks confused

“It's monster trucks on TV and I can't reach the remote”

>Cassie laughs a little to herself and carries the little one to the living room and sets her down in a pile of pillows
>The remote is taken down from the tall shelf and put into Gnevny’s hands
>Within 20 seconds, the screen is filled with big trucks jumping, sliding and roaring
>Cassie also makes sure to make the little one a cup of chocolate, and afterwards fall asleep on the couch
>Sunday mornings are pointless and should be slept away anyway

~ ~ ~

>You sat in the workshop, all alone
>the mother had gone up the stairs opposite to the carpentry
>That was the only place she had outright forbade you to enter
>She was in there, with Annie
>the two of them probably needed a little time alone before you got mixed in

>you had gone up to the door several times to see if you could hear her voice, but to no avail
>it was silent as a grave in there
>You looked up the stairs
>looking for any movement at all
>any sound at all
>anything

>to your disappointment, the steps approached from behind when you finally heard them

“I will take you to the nursery”

>Yvonne was smiling
>The next few minutes were a blur
>halls, stairs, corridors

>Yvonne stops outside a room marked “1-4”
>She points at the door, smirks and heads away
>you knock on the door lightly, and get an immediate response from inside

“Come in”

>It still wasn't Annie
>Not that it stopped you going in
>Another geist (presumably) dressed the same way Yvonne was dressed stood in a little little room that led onto a short corridor

“The mother is inside with her now. You can see her when the mother leaves the room. Until then, please be patient”

>She leaves as well
>which leaves you on the stone floor in the little room
>at least it was heated
>a few eternal minutes later the mother exits and you fly up to your feet, filled to the brim with excitement

“You will be careful, and you will be very easy with her. She's been through a lot of unpleasant things, and if you ruin everything now-”
>”I'll never be able to see myself in the mirror again, I know”

>She scoffs and slowly shakes her head, but with a smile

“Room 4, first on the right. Go”

>And from that moment on, the rest of the world was irrelevant
>whatever they did, you didn't care
>It was just this door now
>The handle falls and the door opens an inch

Da?

>That was Annie
>You push the door open all the way
>You have no idea what the room looks like, apart from a bed in front of you and a little stool

>”Hey Annie”

>you tried really hard to control yourself and it mostly ended up with smiling like the fat kid riding the short bus to school, just after gulping down the last of the cherry flavored crayon

>Her calm face lit up
>First shock, surprise

>”Remember me?”
A-anon…

>tears are becoming increasingly troublesome to hold back, so you push the door closed, and sit down on the bed
>Annie couldn't speak
>Her eyes were wet

>you lean down onto her and wrap your arms tight around her
>slowly afterwards you feel hers closing around your back
>It was really her
>You had Annie in your arms
>everything in the world was good

You…
>”It's okay Annie, don't worry. You're okay
You s-saved me
>”A few hours behind the wheel is nothing for the best girl in the world. Nothing”

>Her grip around you tightens

Again

>You simply hold each other a little while, before you carefully ease her back down on the bed again
>but you still held her right hand with both your hands

I owe you-
>”Nope. You don't. I could have stopped at any point on the way if I didn't think you were worth it. But you are. So I didn't. Just don't run off?”

>Her warm blue eyes look back up at you

Never. I will never go. I will never-
>Her voice was breaking up more and more
>And this from someone who really didn’t cry

>”Shhh. It’s okay”

>You didn’t notice it all, but all worries about everything got washed away as her arms reached around you
>You didn’t feel sore in your legs anymore
>Was it even there?
>it doesn't matter much
>she was here
>That was all

>”Hey Annie?”
Mhm…
>”My sweet, lovely, beautiful Annie?”

>Her breathing flutters a little

Yes, Anon?
>”Are you feeling well?”
Yes

>her reply comes immediately, she didn’t even give the answer a second of thought

I think…? The mother gave me a new body
>”She did, after a bit of persuasion. A rifle she made with her own hands”
I… know

>She takes another breath and creates some distance

You’ve said i was pretty before

>She’s worried now, looking back up at you
>She just covered up chest with the blanket she had been lying under

>”First off, that doesn’t matter at all, and second…”

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>You take a calm moment to just look at her
>The biggest and most obvious change to her was her hair
>Away was the magic pearlescent black hair
>Annie now had very light blonde, almost white hair
>Still as long as it was earlier, though

>Her eyes were the same deep, warm blue
>But they had the life back, something they didn't have a few days ago
>Physically, she was not the shrunken down, weakened and starving Annie she had been
>No, this is what she was like when you met
>She was strong and well fed
>All in all…

>”Ehem, and second of all, you are eye wateringly beautiful, and i’ve only seen your face and shoulders

>She embraces you again, with force this time

That will be all for now, because you might get those hungry eyes, and then… it's not proper here
>”Dirty, dirty girl… but did they not give you any clothes?”
My old body came with clothes. This one didn't. But they said they would make me something to get home in.
>”Doesn't it feel a little strange, a new body?”
It feels like normal. Maybe something tiny I can't put my finger on.

>You take one finger and slowly poke it on a breast, just above where she held the blanket to cover herself up

Hey!
>”Sorry, couldn't resist. Jokes aside, this is a lot better than when you were starving. You looked so fragile…”
No more
>”No more. Oh, and excuse me. I almost forgot to say i love you”

>Her grip around you tightens even more

>”Actually, that didn’t feel right”

>You break yourself free from her embrace

w-what, Anon?

>You clear your throat

>”That wasn’t quite right”

>You get off the stool you were sitting on, get up on the bed
>Straddling her, sitting just by her hips
>You get a firm grip on her shoulders, making sure she isn’t going anywhere
>She’s looking up at you with worried eyes
>You look down into two deep blue wells, smiling

>”Annie”

>”My sweet, sweet, beautiful Annie. I love you”

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And it's all for now. Happy feels?

>>35075665
You're doin' great, keep it up!

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>>35086589
I am not ashamed to admit this made me smile like an idiot with watery eyes.

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>>35086589
Happy feels.

Have a car I saw as thanks.

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>>35086589
very happy feels

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>>35086586
>mfw the reunion

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>>35086589
>mfw the reunion

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>>35075665
Crack.

“Damnit!” Mal swore, lowering the pistol and scowling at the still standing log.

“Try not using my sights” the revolver instructed “just focus on the target and shoot instinctively.”

When she was in gun form, he could hear her voice in his head so long as she was in his holster or in his hand. It was all so weird. Maybe he was just going crazy.

“What? How’s that supposed to make me better?” He asked, aloud. “I should at least learn to shoot properly before I try point-shooting. There’s like, very few people who can even do that at all, let alone well.”

“And you’re one of them.” She answered simply.

“How do you know?”

“Because you picked me without even knowing what I was.”

“A gun spirit?”

“No, a single-action Bisley. You wouldn’t be drawn to me if you didn’t have the innate talent to use me properly. Trust me, I’m a gun: I know a little bit about shooting.”

Mal licked his lips and straightened up, then raised the gun to chest level, cocking the hammer, and fired. The small log exploded into splinters. His face broke into a grin.

“See? What did I tell you? Try again!” Bisley ordered.

The next piece of firewood exploded too. And the next. And the one after that.

“And I’m empty.” She announced. “Good job! I’ll turn you into the best gunslinger in the wasteland in no time.”

“It’s not really a wasteland… More just wilderness.”

“Whatever. It just feels good to be useful for once.”

Mal opened her loading gate and began ejecting the spent casings, making sure they fell into the dump pouch at his waist. Brass was worth more than gold these days.

“How’s a gun ever not useful?” He asked.

“I was made in 2012. But I’m based on a design that hasn’t been relevant since the 1800s. I was basically a glorified toy. Obsolete the day I was born, is what all the Glock girls used to say.” She sounded sad. “But thanks to you, now I get the last laugh.”

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>>35086589
(*watery eyes* you)

>>35088418
>>35087407
>>35086998
>>35086848
>>35086722

Thanks for the kind words! Keep doing AT or do people want tanks?

i have a feeling the balance between these two are tipping...

>>35086755
delicious firebird

>>35088703
both are excellent, though it seems ATannie is now drawing to a close if this update was any indicator.

although continuing it as little bits of slice-of-life comfy as you've been doing in those little cutaway bits would be most excellent as well

JT, though, I want to see how that is resolved, how anon reconciles with Lily finally

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>>35089054
>how anon reconciles with Lily finally

come on, do you really think that will happen?

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>>35089137
a man can fucking hope, can't he?

>>35089146
well, sure you can. I wish i could see my friend one last time, not that it matters

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>>35086589
happy feels. Here, have this moonspeak song, I thought it sounded relaxing.
https://youtu.be/_0KAFzm9MJE

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>>35086589
(you)

>>35075524
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>>35075544
>>35075651
>>35075665
>>35087959
DON'T DO THIS TO ME.

I have an opportunity to pick up this exact model Bisley right now for a great price, but I NEED to put my money else where right now... Wouldn't be the first time a story here has finally motivated to buy a gun.

Other than that, I enjoyed what I have read so far. You should pick out a name to post with as well as a name for your story so Poly or Archive can track it.

Looking forward to more.

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>>35091416
>mfw glock is the most pointless gun in my entire family's collection.
>singstack plastic shit and grip is still a fucking 2x4
>six round capacity
>.45ACP subcompact
>Sponge trigger
It doesn't SHOOT bad, it just lacks anything to sell it. Shit, it may be worse than the PX4 in .40S&W.

>inb4 picture of glock loli not liking it that big.

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>>35092528
PRECISELY.

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>>35092365
>Talking trash about her while making no effort to make her better.

You're gonna make her cry you douche.

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This will be my first tiem writing since I left school in May :/

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>>35092700
Well what can I do? I know I get good is probably at the top of the list, but what can I change on a Glock 36 to improve it? As much as I don't WANT to make a pistol cry, I'm not seeing many options.

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>>35092924
Well, a new trigger and barrel couldn't hurt, then there's Hogue grips for the shape.

You can also, you know, get mag extenders.Hell, getting whole standard sized mags wouldn't be too out of the question.

Most importantly, it's YOUR fucking gun it will work the same regardless of what you say, but you don't have to talk shit about it if you bought something outside the scope of what you wanted/needed.

>>35093026
wait, since we're talking about this, how do I deal with the single stack thing if I want to get regular mags? Are there ways around that?

>>35092793
How you doing buddy? Long time no see.

What's gonna happen?

>>35093061
No, there is not. She was born a single stack and will only accept single stack mags.

Far as I can tell, Glock only makes the 6 rounders, but a lot of other companies make Glock mags and mag extenders, I suggest looking them up.

It seemed like no time at all before I saw 1200 on the digital clock beside me, meaning it was time for the daily lunch break. I got up from my desk, letting the straps for my coveralls dangle from my waist. I opened the nearby bulkhead opposite the maintenance shaft, the hallways just barely big enough to let me walk through. The tight confines made it quite awkward if you had to walk past another person, but that’s what you get when you join a submarine crew.

Europa was one of the first moons of Jupiter we colonized once we extended this far into the solar system. We’re basically on the new frontier, uncharted territory with new creatures and a whole new life to adjust to. All cities and settlements were under the water, since Europe has almost no ozone layer to protect us from the deadly radiation of the sun. Only a few research facilities are above the icy crust. Speaking of scientists, Europa has thousands of different scientific companies jockeying for a spot on the ice world. Once Mars was thoroughly explored, many scientists moved to Europa since we knew there was water here since the 20th century. It had been a dream of scientists to finally come to this planet, and just fifty years ago, that had become a reality.

The trip to Jupiter takes about a year or so from Earth, about nine months if you’re coming in from Mars. After that, it’s just a rendezvous to Europa from orbit. Many engineers came from Mars and Earth since the new market for submarines and undersea installations created a huge job market that paid damn well. I was born on Mars, which went through a big slump in the job market after the mining boom of the early 2100’s wore off. Since my degree from Olympus Mons University was basically wasted back home, I packed my shit and got my ass to Europa.

I came across this crew after realizing that the job market was oversaturated with engineering technicians, the big corporations hiring all of the experienced guys they could before their competition could. I was stuck in the age old conundrum of not having enough job experience to get hired, but the only way I could get job experience was to get hired. I was eventually employed as a electrical technician in a hab block on one of many underwater stations, working for the local government rather than any corporations. The pay was shit and most of my job was boring as hell, but I needed money. My associates degree was basically a useless scrap of paper hanging up on my dorm wall.

At least, until I found the crew of the Aphrodite.

I ran into Captain Erwin Klein by complete accident, both literally and figuratively. His crew was on shore leave, and he was off to grab a real lunch after a few weeks at sea. I dropped a full metal tool chest on my foot by accident when I bumped into the Captain, which is the reason I wear steel toe boots to this day. He turned back and noticed that I was an electrician, and he said that his crew was short on electrical specialists. His previous electrical engineer had moved onto the local corporate navy. I took this as my chance to get the hell out of here, and by the end of the week, I was aboard the Aphrodite, our humble vessel.

The Aphrodite is an older mid size submarine model, classifed as the Jetson U-5, common amongst budget mercenary captains and pirates who need to make a quick buck. It’s one of the cheapest nuclear submarines you can buy, and one of the most modifiable, too. It could be kitted out with as many railguns and torpedos as you wish, as long as if the submarine systems could handle the stress of all those electronics. The tradeoff is that the hull plating is usually not the best, typically due to age and older technology, and it’s much more cramped than the mega subs that corporate navies and science companies use. However, as Captain Klein has stated, the Aphrodite is a special variant named the U-51, which were U-5s retrofitted with updated hull plating to match newer models. Out of the 40,000 U-5s ever produced, only about 300 U-51s are known to exist. However, it’s still awfully cramped.


I had been with this crew for about two months now, but I still find beauty in the outside ocean.I absently looked out one of the nearby windows, the pitch black ocean staring back at me. We usually cruised at about 400 meters below the surface, but even that depth was too far down for light to reach. Europa’s ice crust blocks most light from coming through, meaning that powerful external searchlights are needed to see outside. Our railguns used thermal imaging for their cameras, since we typically fired them at the underwater wildlife. We typically stay away from known trade routes, since they’re basically big red beacons for pirates and other undesirables. Trust me, the last thing this damn tub needs is a full on hull breach.

Anyway, quite a few creatures are cold-blooded, meaning they barely show up on thermals. This often means that many organisms can sneak up close if we’re running silent. However, since we use active sonar to navigate, we’re very rarely caught off guard. We use active sonar since there’s many rock and ice formations under Europa’s crust, and we can’t see them unless we use it due to how dark it is down here. We haven’t had to man the weapons yet, at least for as long as I’ve been aboard. Our Captain is fairly experienced, and he knows the safest routes to avoid the alien wildlife that could wreck our sub.

I eventually made my way to the mess hall, to see the whole crew here. I saw Yuki in line for her rations, followed by Lily and Malcolm. Yuki is about five foot two, has thick black hair. and has a bit of chub on her, making for quite an awkward experience when we run into each other in the tight halls. It’s even worse when being below her when climbing up the maintenance shaft ladders, since if you’re not careful, you could probably start sounding like a prison guard running his baton across jail cell bars if you get too excited. She’s also of Asian descent, probably the reason why she’s so short.

Lily is five seven, and is much more lithe and more delicate than Yuki. Her short, frizzy red hair was complimented by the orange coveralls, freckles dotting her face and arms. She tended ro radiate an air of authority, but that was probably just because she was my supervisor. She spoke with a small tinge of an Irish accent, and always had a different smell of shampoo or perfume wafting gently behind her. Where the hell she gets it, I don’t know. Malcolm, in contrast, is about five foot ten and built like a tank. He’s probably the most buff guy on the ship, having to haul around heavy capacitors and tools to keep the reactor stable and running. He’s also our resident diving suit manager, meaning he maintains oxygen tanks and other various heavy parts. He speaks with a thick Southern accent, and doesn’t usually talk in long sentences. Nevertheless, he’s still a very thoughtful and philosophical man, and there’s definitely a reason why he’s trusted with the most dangerous job in the whole ship.

And then you have me. I’m the tallest one on the ship, standing at a good six foot one. My height was another reason why I was denied from so many companies, because the recruiters feared I’d have trouble fitting in with the ship’s tight confines. They’re probably right. as I’ve bonked my head on low bulkheads more times than I care to admit. I’m fairly thin and light, with my wire frame glasses going over a pair of blue eyes. My thick blonde hair was usually kept in a short, manageable length, but a couple months without a haircut has made me a bit shaggier than I’m used to. I have some pubes on my face that I’ve been trying to make into a beard, but the most I’ve been able to accomplish is a patch of dark hair on my chin

I shuffled into line behind Malcolm, eventually making my way to the ration dispensary. I decided to go with my usual meal, which consisted of water, dried beef in a jerky-like state, a small tin of baked beans, dried cranberries, and sweetened banana chips as a dessert. Most foodstuffs on ship were dried or canned, usually dried to save space and weight. I took my meal and sat down, tearing open the packet of dried beef and taking a bite out of it.

“Hey, Mitch,” Lily said. “Are you ever not going to eat dried beef with every meal?”

I swallowed my bite and replied. “What? I need my protein. Besides, beef jerky is nice.”

She rolled her eyes and went to her meal. She was dining on instant mashed potatoes, mixed nuts, dried broccoli, and a packet of chips set off to the side. Of course, these chips were in correctly sized bags rather than being half air and half chip.

“Honestly, Mitch could use some more protein. Your arms are like twigs, dude.”, I heard Yuki state. She was eating some fish with tartar sauce on the side, a small salad, and some dried cranberries like myself.

“Well, maybe if he’ll stop playing them damn vidya games and start working out a little more in his off time, he could probably get some more muscle.”

Malcolm was eating some dried beef mixed with instant noodles, with a cinnamon flavored pastry bar beside him, along with some iced tea he probably poured enough sugar in to qualify as syrup. Suddenly, another face came into the mess hall.

Captain Klein looked like a stereotypical navy captain. He wore a blue cap, light blue dress shirt, black tie, and even smoked a pipe fairly often. His amber eyes were placed within an older fae, wrinkles and scars dotting his skin. He had a full, thick beard, and was a steely gray. If Lily radiated an air of authority, Captain Klein embodied it.

“Adams, can I ask you a question?”

Both Lily and I’s heads popped up at the Captain's rough, gravelly voice, making him slightly sigh and turn to me.

“Not you, Mitchell.”

I nodded and took another bite as Lily spoke up.

“What is it, Captain?”

He took a drag from his pipe and replied.

“We have a job offer to retrieve an alien artifact from a tomb, 6000 credits. How fast can you get the other engineers ready after chow?”


He bit her lip and looked up at the ceiling as the rest of us listened intently.

“I’d say about… fifteen minutes or so?”

The Captain gave a thumbs up.

“Great. Ren, I want you to secure the reactor and get five diving suits ready once you’re done eating. Yuki, Mitch, I want you to run some diagnostics on the mini-sub. I want everyone suited up and ready to go in 30.”

The Captain left as quickly as he arrived, with a small moment of silence falling between us before we wolfed down our lunches and ran down to our respective locations.

About damn time we did something of note.

So, thus concludes the second chapter of Das Weltraum Boot. I feel like this was much better done than the first chapter, wouldn't you guys think?

Chapter 1 I know its not the best but I like to write for you all.
Back together again. First half
Chapter 1
Finally work came to an end on Friday and they even let me off early. So as quickly as possible, I got in my car and started towards my house. On the way home I decided to stop by my favorite gun shop, to pick up some match .308 for my Fal. "So anon you plan to do some shootin this weekend?" said Mike the owner of the store. Yeah I'm gonna try to go this weekend if I can get the time I said. Well I better get out of here I need to get home, I said to Mike as I walked through the door. I could here a faint "Have a good one" as I left.
Once I was back in my car and I had made the quick drive back to my house, I noticed something strange. It looks as if I left the lights on. "The hell. I muttered as I walked up the stairs, once I got to the door I could hear the TV on, at this point I knew something was wrong. So as quickly as possible I opened the door and started looking around. Out of the corner of my eye I saw what looked like a girl take off running, and cut around a corner towards my bedroom. "HEY!!!" I shouted trying to get whoever this girl is to stop. Running as fast as could I caught the girl. "Who are you?" I demanded. All she did was wiggle in my grasp. "Who are you?" I said again demanding, she tell me who she was, and why she was in my house of all places.
>"Uhhh I don't think you would believe me if I told you."
"Try me." I said.
>"Well um I'm your rifle." she said.
"You are my rifle?" I questioned.
>"Yes I'm your rifle." She said with a deadpanned look on her face.
"Well which rifle of mine are you then?" I questioned not believing a word she said.
>"Specifically I'm your Rhodesian G1 Fal serial number 48020." She rattled off from her memory.
"It's impossible for you to be a rifle." I stated as it was common knowledge.
>"They all say that." She muttered under her breath.
>"Watch closely." She stated.

Second half
"What am I looking at?" I said then a bright flash blinded me, and I heard a thud looking around trying to find her, but all I could find was me Fal. "What the." I muttered as again a bright flash occupied my vision.
>"See told you I was your rifle." She stated proudly.
"So" I said questioningly "Do you have a name?"
>"Well usually our new owner gives us our name." She said.
"Well uh how about um Victoria?" I said unsurely.
>"That sounds perfect!!!" Victoria screamed.
>"Now I don't have to sneak around her anymore." Victoria said happily.
"Sneak around?" I questioned.
>"Uhhh yeah." She blushed as she confessed.
>"Who do you think has been cleaning up around her" she stated dully.
"That's true I guess, hey Victoria can you do me a favor." I said
>"Yeah sure I can what is it." she asked.
"Can you step back so I can get a good look at you?" I asked nicely.
Without saying anything Victoria steps back, to give me the first good look of her I've ever had. Victoria was a beautiful brunette that stood around 5'9''. With mesmerizing deep blue eyes. A athletically built body and a slim face.
"D-Damn." I stuttered "You are beautiful."
>"Thanks." she muttered as she blushed.

If you all like it please let me know. If you know of anyway I can improve it let me know. Thanks in advanced.

>>35075665
holy fuck i need more.

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What are these Glocks thinking right now?

>>35093976
>U-number
>easily modifiable
>there was once many, but only few remain

Uhm... Did you just make a JDM U-boot?

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>>35094623
>brunette
I see you are also a man of exquisite tastes.

>>35095162
Well, if I'm reading those numbers right, they're either giggling about the last time they were taken to the range or are collectively staring off into space and imagining what's going to happen the next time.

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>>35095513

The minisub better be two seater, mid-engined, with pop up searchlights and a reputation for being fatal to inexperienced operators.

>>35096734
Pop up searchlights are notoriously not hydrodynamic or streamlined.

>>35097263
...and this matter how, exactly?

they are the coolest thing since radial engines

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>>35097263

you're right, I'm sorry. this is clearly much more hydrodynamic

/sarcasm

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>>35099906
This was a real thing. Link related by very direct appointment.

https://youtu.be/aXlAnARgm68

>>35102669

Holy fuck haha

>Super late night phone writing in progress

>>35100507
>Beagle Boys: wait for the suspects to kill themselves.

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>>35104608
Update soon?

>>35105150
Within in a reasonable time frame hopefully... I think it's been over a month since my last update. Phone writing is far slower for me. I'm paying for staying up last night...

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>>35104608

I posted something a long time ago and got some positive feedback, I've finally got some inspiration to pick it back up. I don't wanna fuck around with word counts, so here's a pastebin:
https://pastebin.com/t6NCKdaE
I'd love some criticism, and if you see any parts in Russian or in parenthesis, I'm debating whether I want to make parts of the book Russian and translate it in a footnote, or if I should just keep it in English.
So should I continue at naw?

>>35107529
About the Russian bits, simple words or few syllable sentences could be kept in Russian, but if you write longer I'd say you do that in english

>>35106772
Just heard about an earthquake in Mexiland, you okay?

>captcha: dark martyrs
>spooky

>>35107648
It was on the other side of the country but thanks for asking

>>35086135
If people can like Lovecraft and ignore his beliefs on race, you can enjoy your Halo fic by some BLM chick.

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after all the stuff on the news, i feel vaguely guilty for naming a character Irma

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>>35109841
nah, nah, no worries. Jose is set to be even worse... I haven't looked at a glowing tv screen in a couple months and I'm not really following it that closely, so I THINK there's a Jose in there, though Irma IS looking to be a pretty bad one. Have a tank.

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>>35109890
nice, except its spelled wagen, not wagon

>>35086135
One anon in here does pretty good Halo fanfic

We eventually got to the airlock by the 30 minute deadline, suiting up for our dive. Our diving suits were grey, pressurized, full metal suits built with strong titanium metal alloys to withstand the intense pressures of the ocean, and could protect against most impacts and even conventional bullets. The helmets of the suit had fully transparent visors, made of a strong glass that was resistant to shatter. Two large oxygen tanks were placed in the back to allow for three hours of uninterrupted diving, with air automatically being delivered to the helmet. The diving suits were almost like armoured space suits, which makes sense because the ocean is like space in many ways. It’s just that space won’t kill you through crushing your body to a nice pulp if you go low enough.

We were all suited up, even the Captain joining us for this endeavor. We were all given underwater rifles, a bit primitive compared to some of the magnetic weaponry available on other planets. These fired blanks that launched small barbed harpoons that could kill the many sea creatures we might encounter. Since magnetic weapons don’t work all that well underwater, we used these instead. We were given three 20 round magazines, with one loaded already into the rifle. These were fairly large, reminiscent of the magazines used by ballistic anti-material rifles. I pulled back the charging handle, watching a single round slip into the chamber. It was a long pull length, since the rounds were fairly big. The receiver was completely open at the back, supposedly to let water flow in before the gun fired to keep it from jamming up from pressure.

>>35110812

I left my helmet off for now, climbing into our miniature submarine we kept aboard the ship for off sub operations. It was big enough for a small crew to join in, but it was still quite cramped. I performed the necessary procedures to turn it on, since this was an all electrical submarine, using battery banks to power the sub rather than a reactor or petroleum engine. The sub hummed to life, the red emergency lights giving way to bright, white light, with all the electronics firing up. Once we gave the go ahead, some of the assistant crewmen closed the airlock for the mini sub compartment and pumped water into the airlock, letting the pressure in the compartment equalize to the outside water. We slowly dived out of the compartment, going forward and leaving the Aphrodite behind. Said compartment soon closed, presumably with the water drained out via a pump system.

We went along in silence, affixing our helmets and powering them up. They gave a small heads up display, all the other divers marked with an upside down triangle above their head and their names, along with the distance to them in meters. The same was done with our ships in case we needed to quickly get back. A miniature sonar monitor was in the bottom left corner of the visor, with a ‘minutes remaining’ counter above it that represented how much oxygen we had. Mine read ‘3:00:00’, since we hadn’t started using the oxygen just yet. It included a speedometer, a depth meter, all the fun instruments. It was everything a diver could need, all in one visor.

>>35110823

Captain Klein was at the helm of the mini sub, piloting his way to the artifact location, which was about three kilometers away.

“Mitchell, Yuki, I need you both to grab plasma cutters from the tool locker. We’re going to need them to cut into the site.”

We nodded and walked to the lockers, popping them open and grabbing a plasma cutter. It used ionized oxygen to be able to cut through most materials, and used a small tank of oxygen. It actually used the same type of port as our breathing tanks, so in case we ran out of oxygen, or the tubes were compromised, we could probably use the small tank as an emergency source of oxygen. I clipped the plasma cutter to my waist, held securely.

We sat down on the benches, waiting to arrive at our destination. We sat in silence, doing last minute equipment checks and making sure everything was sealed. Soon enough, we came face to face with an alien structure, which meant it was time to head out.

All four of us piled into the airlock, the Captain staying behind in case we needed to get out quickly. I shut the door behind us, pulling another lever to fill the airlock with water. I saw the ‘air remaining’ timer begin to tick down, now that we were completely submerged. Lastly, I pulled the last lever to open the airlock door in front of us, into the open ocean.

>>35110835

We stepped out into the deep blue ocean, floating amidst a dark expanse. We were no longer protected by the submarine, as if we were but children first leaving the warmth and comfort of home unsupervised. I saw a fish flutter by my visor as I looked around, the endless watery void surrounding me. I had never experienced anything like it in my life, being completely weightless and at the mercy of an unthinking, unfeeling void. It made me feel small in comparison.

Snapping out of my thoughtful stupor, I pressed a button on the side of my helmet to activate a powerful light on the top. I then reached behind my back, pulling out a rectangular device with two control sticks mounted on it, tethered to my body so I wouldn’t drop and lose it. It was used to control a propulsion device mounted on my back, which took the place of bulky water scooters for this design of suit. The pack had two battery powered propellers that could steer through thrust vectoring, and was controlled like an aircraft would. I pressed down the tiny accelerator paddles, letting the engines fire up and join in formation with the dive team.

Once we got close enough to the wall of the structure, Malcolm and Lily pulled out their underwater rifles, while Yuki and I began to get to work on cutting a hole in the wall of the structure, which seemed to be some kind of soft stone-like metal. Scientists were still trying to find out what kind of building material this was, and what made it up.

>>35110841

Once we cut a chunk of the wall out, Malcolm kicked it inward, and we all drew our rifles, ready for anything that might greet us inside. Our lights saw nothing inside, and the sonar only saw jagged walls as soft pings sounded. We began to swim the old fashioned way, kicking our legs to propel ourselves forward, since our hands were already clutching our rifles. Our lights were the only way we could see inside this ruin, pitch black around what little light we were able to project onto the area around us.

We eventually came across a small corridor, just big enough for us to swim through without getting stuck. We climbed our way through the corridor with a free hand, the other firmly planted onto our rifles. In the middle of the room was a kind of shining medallion made out of a metal that looked like a very pale bronze. It had a indecipherable rune symbol on it, unlike anything we had ever seen. It was placed on a pedestal, the top angled slightly. The medallion was placed inside a small inlet, just big enough to fit the artifact flush with the jagged, stony surface.

“This looks like what we’re looking for.” stated Lily, breaking the silence. She moved forward, tentatively grasping the medallion and pulling it out of its socket. Suddenly, the sonar began to read numerous moving objects from unseen angles throughout the large, underwater ruin. Everyone’s heads began to dart around, looking for the apparent danger lurking in the dark, deep waters.

Lily was frozen with flear, trying to discern what she did. Then, out of nowhere, a creature completely blindsided her, pushing her out of the light. Whatever it was, it had a jet black exterior, and was about a third the size of a normal person.

>>35110846

We raised our rifles, heading over to where we saw her get pushed. We heard gunshots, presumably from her rifle. We heard her screams over the radio.

“Help! I can’t get this damn thing off me!”

We got to her as quickly as we could, seeing it bash its claws against her diving suit. The creature looked similar to a crab from Earth, with a large carapace shell, but it was thin and long rather than short and wide, unlike a normal crab. The jet black shell was likely a result of the fact it seemed to be a deep sea creature, which would camouflage it against the dark waters. It had numerous legs that were wrapped around her suit, pinning her legs and hips under it.

I quickly took aim and opened fire, the others beginning to do the same. Our harpoons moved quickly in the water, meeting the crab-like creature within a second. Part of the shell cracked off, revealing pale white flesh underneath. It screeched out in pain, letting go of Lily. However, as more and more harpoons tore off the shell and plunged into the soft flesh underneath, it went limp and floated lifelessly, slowly making its way up to the ceiling.

Malcolm rushed over, quickly checking her suit for any compromises. There were some scratches on the exterior plating, but everything seemed to be fine.

“LIly, are you alright?’ Yuki asked, swapping out magazines in her rifle.

“Yeah… I’m alright… just a little shaken up.”

>>35110856

She slowly righted herself, with all of us following Yuki’s example and swapping out our magazines. We slowly began to make our way back to where we came, rushing back to the narrow corridor. I kept watch as everyone else began to climb up, and I couldn’t see any movement. My sonar was silent too, but they could just be hiding…

I quickly started to make my way up the corridor, until I felt a jerk on my left ankle. I looked down and saw one of the pitch black claws on it, causing me to yell out and grab onto the sides of the corridor. I saw Yuki look back at me, seeing me struggle. She quickly offered her hand to me.

“Mitch, grab on!”

I was just about to grab her hand, but I was too late. Another, much stronger jerk pulled me down and dragged me back into the room.

I came face to face with at least three crab monsters, causing me to yell out in fear. I kicked one away, but another began to climb on my back, with the other making its way to me. I reached behind me, grabbing a claw and yanking as hard as I could over my shoulder. While I didn’t throw the crab off of my back like I intended, the fact I tore off one of its claws made it screech and pull away.

I grabbed my rifle and took aim, shooting into the soft underside of one of the crabs underneath me. It let out a death chitter, falling limp as black blood began to fill the water. The crab I kicked away swam up to my face, trying to latch onto me. I tried to push him away, which kept his legs from wrapping around me. It bashed a claw against my visor, making me hear a loud thud as it did so. It did it once more, then another bounce, and on the fourth I heard a hiss.

>>35110866


A hairline fracture had gone through the right part of my visor, bubbles sprouting from the new hole. I saw water come in below the fracture, dripping slowly. One more claw bash, and my visor would likely give way, causing me to drown.

However, I saw a harpoon rip right through the creature’s head, killing it instantly before it could deliver the final blow. I saw a hand reach out to me, and I gratefully took it, feeling a jerk upwards as my rescuer, Malcolm, engaged his engines and dragged me through the narrow corridor.

“Malcolm, I have a crack in my visor.”

“I know, I know. How much oxygen does it say ya have left?”


My eyes darted to the lower left corner, looking at the counter. It told me that with how much oxygen I was using, I’d have about 43 minutes left.

“43 minutes…”


“Alright, you’ll be fine. You hurt at all?”

I looked down at my body, deciding that I felt fine.

“I’m good… the armour plating stopped any wounds.”


“Fantastic. You know, these suits were originally military space suit designs that were adapted for diving. Captain ain’t cheap when it comes to crew survival, these things are 45,000 credits a pop.”

I was honestly fairly surprised at that fact. Sure, I knew the diving suits weren’t cheap, but geez, these really could survive space. Maybe this is the reason why the Captain has an old ship. The ship itself was old, but all the things inside the ship were state of the art.

>>35110880

Malcolm and I joined up with the rest of the dive team, covering the two of us outside the corridor to make sure no more crabs snuck up on us.

“What the hell are those crab things, anyway?”

Malcolm turned to face me, taking out a roll of waterproof tape.

“They’re colloquially called Eubrachs, but ‘crab bastards’ are acceptable too.”

We all let out a nice laugh, probably to help alleviate the blanket of strained silence from the crab attack. Lily still clutched the artifact as Malcolm handed me the roll of tape. I looked at the roll, then back at him.

“I know that duct tape can fix anything, but this doesn’t seem like it’s adequate enough.”

Malcolm raised an eyebrow at me.

“Who’s the dive suit expert here?”

I sighed, tearing a strip of tape off the roll and putting a strip over the hairline fracture. It blocked part of my view, but at least water wasn’t coming in anymore.

“You are…”

>>35110893

We headed back to the mini sub, notifying the Captain we were ready to head into the airlock. We climbed in, the feeling of weightlessness in the water brutally ripped away as I shut the main door and pumped out the water. We walked into the main compartment, the Captain greeting us.

“Did you find the artifact?”

Lily took off her helmet, holding up the medallion.

“Mhm.”


The Captain nodded, taking a look at me as I took my helmet off.

“Mitchell, what happened to your helmet? And Lily, why is your suit scratched up?”

I cleared my throat, slipping my helmet underneath my arm.

“We got attacked by crabs, and I needed to perform emergency repairs on the visor. I think we killed them all, but I’m not sure.”

He nodded, going back to the helm of the ship.

“Alright. You’re all getting 1000 credits transferred to your bank accounts, with 2000 going into the collective ship fund. Malcolm, can you repair the fracture on Mitchell’s suit?”

Malcolm nodded.

“It’s just a hairline fracture, nothing I can’t handle.”


The Captain pushed the throttle on the sub forward.

“Good work today, you’ve earned your credits.”

>>35110904

Alright, third chapter is over fellers. How'd you guys like removing crab?

Anyone know if there was an ending to the Anon & Ruby story (10/22)?

>>35111732
I know the writer is working on that story

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Halo: Man and Machine - Chapters 15-17 because I'm a goof and forgot to upload them onto pastebin.

Chapter 15: https://pastebin.com/gh4rsNGd

Chapter 16: https://pastebin.com/wGEv0LFi

Chapter 17: https://pastebin.com/vHvyW4c1
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12233776/18/Man-and-Machine

>>35107529
I'm new to these threads so I don't know if bumping is looked down on or not, but I would appreciate some more feedback.

>>35113640
Seeing that I exist on this thread, bumping is pretty standard practice for it.

>>35107529
And in terms of feedback, it's definitely an interesting start but the frequent repetition of the main characters name throws me off. But that could be just me.

>>35113934
It's not just you. It's a very good story overall though

>>35109898
damn

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Fuck it, I'll write some random musings of the wastes while I wait for the mood to strike me so I can do some more blood stream.

February 2nd 2288.
>After wandering the wastes for a while, Running place to place, I guess around December 10th, I heard a radio transmission that seemed to make Christmas come early.
>As I stirred my Pipboy for radio input, I noted a strong signal in the low nine hundreds band, identified as "Casdin Caravan" I tuned into it, clicking the enter button.
>The oscillator of the pipboy, a component which transmits the audio output through the wearer's body hissed into my arm, giving me the sound which the antenna adjusted to the proper frequency and the sound of a smooth and lively female voice began sounding out loud as a yell in the quiet world that surrounded me.
*Hsshhh- ody aching? Sore of heart? Geiger counter off the charts? Casdin Caravan's got the cure, alternative medicine products that will fix you up for sure. Casdin Caravan is currently doing business next to the old cemetery next to covenant*
>With that little tidbit of information now in my head, and my being in the immediate area, only a short hike to the west and slightly to the south.
>From there, the life of Mikhail Pronin had never been more exciting, or more mercenary. Couldn't say for any matter that it hasn't been profitable.
>In the time since that day, nearly three months, we've been doing a fair amount of trading, mostly gear scavenged from the corpses we ended up stacking up through Mercenary work.
>Funny thing about life in these wastes, there's places elsewhere, not just in the context of the small territory called the commonwealth, but also in terms of the world. Funny thing to think about.
>In my early travels, I soon found myself meeting up with several people who had foreign accents. Surely intercontinental travel would be difficult, nigh impossible with the harsh conditions one faces at sea or near the shore these days. Or the new fauna...

>>35110925
I hate deep water so much, but yeah not bad

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>>35114697
Up to January, we'd been quickly compiling gear, weapons, even ammunition and weaponry, little by little, taking much of it back and switching up my weaponry from time to time.

In the legendary violence of the commonwealth, one really couldn't escape the feeling that someone was watching, well, except that the violence of the commonwealth is, I suspect, heavily overblown. One who might have lived through the time between then and now might have had a different perspective, living through the decay of these buildings and fighting their way through what some of the crispies describe as the blood bath. It can't be sustainable in the first place that there seems to be a new raider gang occupying every hole, without regard for how rare they are or far, or sheltered or exposed along every choke point for the former metropolitan area of Boston, often shooting at eachother, and more often, at Heather and I. Where do they come from? Speaking of such a question, where did the french girl who occasionally wonders out of Vault 81 come from? What about Cait? She's blatantly Irish. No mistaking that accent. Is she really from Ireland? If so, how did SHE get here? Or those Slavs who Run the bar in Diamond city?

I'm getting carried away. FAR away. Well, it must've been about two days since I was approached at the bar in Diamond city, er... The one that people still go to, seeing as the other bartender was found dead outside of town.
Her name was Ellen, and she claimed to be a cartographer. I didn't think accepting a proposition to travel with a woman who wanted to wander around the commonwealth with a strange man was a good idea, seeing as that was more or less how Heather and I started our relationship, and even then, she payed for the pleasure of my company in caps up front, even forcing me to take the caps... That was before Heather made her presence known and accepted her proposition.

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>>35114808
In the time since that, Heather and I returned to the house in Goodneighbor, one of the two apparent settlements in the commonwealth. One couldn't call them major settlements if they tried, it seemed like if people were more social these days, you could easily know every face in the commonwealth, save for a few apparent armed factions which seem to get an army of people who just have the same couple types of face from... somewhere. In not even a matter of hours, Heather and I had geared up, and our three piece party had set out. To say there was a disparity of gear is an understatement at this point, Heather and I wearing fatigues with a couple K6-3 helmets that we found in still sealed packages, body armor, balaclavas and of course our favorite night vision system, some prototype chinese optics colloquially called "eyepatches."

Our weapons consisted of a rather simple loadout, an ACR-W17, whose name I understand was fairly generic before the war, a VSS as a sniper rifle, and an M-79 grenade launcher, ideal for firing sabots adapted for just about any grenade you'll find in the commonwealth... Heather simply carries an Alien pistol I pulled off a dead alien and gave to her. We hadn't been geared up more than fifteen seconds before we heard the weird radio transmission at the beginning of the day.

[Hey! Do you hear this?]
"Yeah, I do. What of it? There's an old pre war amusement park called Nuka world"
[Do you think we could head there? I'd like to map it out.]
*We can do that, but lets take it one step at a time. We have to cross half the commonwealth to get there first*
"Heather, get me the ACR, Ellen-"
[Before you ask, yes, I know how to use and shoot a rifle. Maybe a bit too well.]
"Can you get the Radio?"
[Oh, Right. Yeah, no problem.]

One could tell Ellen wasn't a regular in our little traveling duo, the two heavily armed and equipped mercenaries being as much a giveaway as the younger looking girl in the saggy hat with a couple prominent scars.

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Hopefully you don't mind the rather... unconventional type of post, seeing as I'm kinda grappling with how I want to structure it. Better than just a "bump," right?

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>>35110904
>hairline fracture fixed with duct tape

oh boy that isn't going to come back to bite him in the ass in the future

but good shit, man

>>35111976
Fuck yeah glad to see you back man.

>You spend the rest of the day with her
>Annie was well, if a little confused
>You told all what happened to her, and she held your hand very tightly during all of it
>Later in the afternoon, Annie is provided with clothes
>an elegantly simple blue and white sundress sown by one of the other Geists working in the castle
>She also needed a shoulder to hold onto for about half an hour when she learned how to walk again
>Not like you had any objections to helping her with that
>It just felt so good to have her with you again
>Evening fell, and despite Annie's sulking objections, the mother insisted she slept in a room of her own
>For a good reason, most likely
>The three of you met for breakfast the next morning, and soon found yourself standing outside the main gate, ready to go back down the mountain

I can't thank you enough, mom. For everything
>”You have my deepest, most sincere gratitude as well”
“It's quite okay. I'll probably speak to you again, rather soon. But I still have to make my mind up”
As much time as you need
“Yes. And I'd like to say, I don't want you to do this ag-”

>She stopped herself mid sentence, sighed heavily and then looked straight into you

”I've made a stunning rifle, and you would do best in appreciating it, as well as her”
>”I swear I will”

“So that's it. Goodbye”
>”Goodbye. And once again, thank you so much”

Wait… Mom, one more thing?
“It's amusing how everyone else says Mother, Madame, Mam and so on. No one calls me mom”
Oh, sor-
“Shh. It's not a problem. But you had something to say?”
Yes. Would you know where Dasjenka is?
“I couldn't tell straight away. But I will speak to you again. Sooner rather than later. Good bye”

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>Annie nods, takes your hand and walks away from the castle
>It would take a few hours to get back to the car, if it was there after 3 days later
>It was also technically a stolen car, even if the owners might be dead
>so it would be driven to Zurich, where you would spend the night before finding a plane home
>You left the car at a big parking lot quite a bit from the center of the city and walked the rest of the way
>Annie had a firm grip on your right left hand, intertwining her fingers with yours, while happily humming as you walk through the city
>You looked at the buildings, the cars, Annie, the people, the parks, the trams, and Annie again
>Her new hair really draw attention to it
>It wasn’t quite white
>But it wasn’t very far off either, with just a touch of yellow

>”It has to be the new furniture that does that”

>You said that out loud

Hmm?
>”On the rifle. Your new furniture is birch… or was it beech? Unusually light color actually”
You will have to show me, i can’t see those things
>”Of course. But for now, your hair…”

>Annie smikred a little

What about it~
>”It’s beautiful. Who’d have thought”

>She wore a big smile
>But it somehow wasn’t a “pure” smile, one of happines
>it was a smirk
>Something telling you her intentions weren’t quite pure

>”So, we will find a hotel, i’ll treat you to a nice dinner out, and-”

>She doesn’t look entirely happy

>”No?”
Uhm… think we can find some half shabby hole in the wall with cheap and greasy food of questionable quality?
>”Sure, we could do that if you want to”
It’s for the best. And find a flight tomorrow
>”We might have to catch a train first”
That’s okay

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>you spend another hour walking around in the city before finding a hotel
>Annie made sure to get a room with a “big, soft bed”, because she had “a sore back”
>You just had a rucksacks worth of stuff with you, so it wasn't more to it that tossing that in the room, washing up, and then hurrying out as Annie’s eyes got hungry by just seeing the vast bed
>So much so you got in your new clothes before leaving the bathroom
>Annie didn't seem to mind too much however, but she claimed she had found a place to eat among the information brochures
>It was a bit of a walk, again
>Not that you mind much, it was all time spent with Annie
>Good time

>She stops before what is apparently a hole in the wall

>”Here?”

>Annie nods

>It wasn’t much more than a little window with a rather slim looking guy

“Guten abend”
>”Uhh, english?”

>The man shakes his head
>Annie tries russian as well, to no avail
>But it wasn’t that hard to figure things out
>Money goes in one direction, greasy food goes the other
>A 10 euro note goes into the window, and a few minutes later, some food comes back the other way
>You had a burger, and Annie has something that looked vaguely like a kebab but had a name starting with “G”
>It was a little disturbing how Annie managed to consume the entirety of it at a pace that would make a starved hyena lift its eyebrows and frown
>Annie looked very slightly down at you and attempted puppy eyes
>She tried her best, but she really didn’t do cute very well
>But she did get a second “gyros” as they were called

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>the second one disappears at the same incredible speed
>As does the third
>The man in the counter was visibly uncomfortable at this point
>Annie orders a fourth one and doesn’t break eye contact with him once as the fourth one is consumed
>She neatly wiped of a little smudge of Tzatziki from her cheek, still not breaking eye contact and demanding a drink by simply saying “cola”
>It was clear that dominance had been asserted over the slim man in the window, and he handed out a little can of bully, sugary drink and handed it to Annie

>The two of you shared the drink on the way back to the hotel
>You laughed, sang and skipped
>Just being happy with each other
>Following the streets and alleys to the hotel
>up three stairs
>along the corridor
>fidget back and forth with a troublesome key
>And then you were alone

Anon sweetie, could you check if there is anything for us in the fridge?
>”Oh, sure”

>You wander over to the little mini fridge
>It wasn’t to exciting
>Some candy bars, snacks, some soda cans and… a small bottle of wine
>You stand up, trying to get the bottle open while pushing the door shut with your foot
>Naturally, since it had been here for a while the damn cap wouldn’t come of
>The irritating little shit of a cap absorbed all you attention for a good 30 seconds
>Probably the 30 seconds you really shouldn’t have looked elsewhere

>”I can’t get this ca-”

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>You look up and see Annie by the door, making sure it is properly shut
>her dress lies on the floor
>Her beautiful pale skin is lit up by the reddish hue of setting late-summer sun
>She turned around with that devious grin she had had earlier today
>Then again, it was a little hard to look at her face
>Physically she was pretty much the same
>But due to the impeccable condition of the rifle, her complexion was nothing short of perfect
>No marks, scars, moles
>You couldn't even tell if there was a strand of hair anywhere that wasn’t her head
>Sure, she had a little broad shoulder for a woman, but it led down down to a delightfully slim waist and wide, sturdy hips
>Not to forget two sizeable mounds, that seemed to defy gravity, both topped by a little patch of (apparently excited) crown
>From there, two pale, strong and absolutely gorgeous legs
>And between that…

I love it when you look at me like that~

>Annie takes a step forwards and gives you firm push, making you stumble towards the bed

The two last things you will forget, my love, is me and this night

>She grinned
>A lot

>Many, many hours later you wake up
>The sun is already high in the sky
>your everything hurts
>very much like having spent a night in a tumble dryer at 1200 rpm
>But a love tumble dryer
>And even more like something that had spend the in a tumble drying, you were drained of most liquids
>Annie peacefully rested on your shoulder, with the most innocent of smiles and the messiest of hairs

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>It was a long, long time ago since you laughed and she giggled as much as that morning
>All mixed with groaning from some some or another sore part of the body
>Neither of you could keep a straight face when checking out
>Especially when you let out a little yelp to fish out the wallet in your back pocket, since your arm was not happy at all with that angle
>Annie was wheezing for air, all while making the situation from anyone in the room incredibly awkward

>An hour later, Annie whimpered as she sat down on the train taking you off, sending you into uncontrollable chuckling
>A favor she returned tenfold as you picked up the bag at the airport que and groaned heavily
>She had to put her hands on her knees not to fall over from laughing
>That all calmed down on the flight home
>You cuddled up at the side, Annie resting on you
>Sleep came quickly

>Until two hours later when Annie’s attack sense all went to defcon 1
>She pokes her head above the row of seats
>Looking and listening
>And there, three rows ahead of her is the soccermom that terrorized her with the reclining chairs on the way over
>A flame sparks in her
>Annie quietly leaves her chair, following the woman
>Just as she opens the bathroom door, Annie pushes her in, locks the door and has one hand over her mouth and other on her throat, ready to restrict airflow at any second

Listen here you little shit. You almost killed with me with your endless cuntery on the flight here Not because you had to, just because you are an asshole

>She squirms a little, trying to shake Annie off
>But as she soon tried that, a knee and more pressure on her throat very clearly signals

No, going after you will be a bad idea, but if i put enough effort into it, i can ruin your children to the point where they call me “mommy” and have forgotten about you

>the woman had tears pouring from her eyes

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Or you can admit to being the little bitch you are

>The woman nods

Good. It’s not anything you are not used to though. On your knees

>this means Annie has to let go of her throat
>But a closed fist was held low, ready to meet any resistance with my force

We’re switching seats. Did you bitch for the flight attendant that you needed the bulkhead seats with more space?

>the woman nods

Good. And a deal is solved with a handshake. Well, you are filthy, meaning it’s not our hands, but more like your lips and my boot
“w-what”
Kiss. My. Boots

~ ~ ~

>half an hour later you sit with an emergency exits worth of legroom, and a happy Annie resting on your shoulder
>You never really did figure out why someone would trade these seats with you
>Not that you complained much
>somehow, at 35000 feet, and at 550 mph there was a certain serenity
>right here, right now it felt as if things would slow down from here
>Settle down
>no more weird stuff
>No more close to death scenarios

>Just as Neville chamberlain believed in “peace in our time”

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Aaand thats it for now. And i believe for some time actually. Say what you think and all the rest of that stuff, you know the drill

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>>35116903

>>35116903
i like it

>>35116732
Thanks. I'll try pumping out another chapter tonight or tommorow

>>35116903
>thats it for now
>for some time actually

i-is this your last update?
pls return soon

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>>35118884
i dunno, it seems like an OK point to break off the story, no?

And i have quite a few ides what to do with JT, so yeah, i can't really see more AT for a while, unless people _really_ want to see that over JT

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>>35116903
>no twist bad end
thank you for this

>>35116880
Well, this describes the mornings of some we know

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>>35120092
Well, I think it just kinda comes like that since we've all seen every "twist" that we could ever see when Shamalamashit was directing his shitty movies with these boring twists at the end.

>>35118901
Was Bretty good, I think you could have cut it at the room with Annie's new body and it would have been sufficient falling action to justify leaving it there, but this is still pretty good. Here, have night vision image.

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has anyone written a sort of body snatchers type of story yet?

>>35116903
Absolutely fantastic, you had me grinning the whole time I was reading it!

>>35121212
never seen the movie, how do bodysnatchers work?

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Boil up some mountain dew, it's gonna be a long night.

>>35107648
>two days late

The "other side of the country" is as few as 5 hours away from one point to another.

>>35111976
>that destruction of artwork
I would murder them without the added incentive of revenge, but now?

>>35112575
Were there other stories that you have capped?

>>35116903
>Annie back with a vengeance
I love it.

>>35123666
Devil trips doesn't know that I've been awake all night.

>>35124333
to put it in perspective with out doxxing my self, if i lived in the USA, i live in the snow belt area where the earthquake happened in the border

>its almost a 12 hour drive from where i am to the affected areas

>>35123666
>tfw i'm such a neet I know exactly where that room is in Fallout 4

>>35123129
well in the 1993 version (which is my personal favorite) they are aliens that have eggs that they attach to you when you sleep, it sucks the life out of you and forms into a perfect clone of you.

>construct indicates he's working on an update
>blueballs for another thread
JUST

>>35126148
he will come back. dont worry

>>35125341
I LOVE that there's rooms like that, but I hate that there's nothing really worthwhile in them, and when such a fancy thing is present, there's no one who can pay you for it. Also never anything worthwhile in safes.

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In SC around Columbia. About to head to Miami FL tomorrow for Hurricane Irma relief aid. Making good money, but I miss my wife, and want to write some more of my story.

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>>35127214
>About to head to Miami FL tomorrow for Hurricane Irma relief aid

You're doing great work. good man

>>35127275
Thanks friend. Going to be a lot of trimming, tree felling, and brush dragging but it'll be worth it. Just hope people are nicer to us than last year when we went for Hurricane Matthew.

>>35127727
why would anyone not be happy for relief workers?

>>35128083
Because the folks rescuing sneakers and TVs from stores don't seem to agree with most relief workers.

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I have too much schoolwork tonight, sorry lads. I'll try writing the next chapter next weekend

>>35128224
One man's crisis is another man's opportunity

>>35128083
Mainly I like to think that they are just stressed and upset about their homes and no power etc. They expect us to have everything cleaned up and everyone's power back on within a couple days of showing up. But what they don't know is that it takes weeks to have everything cleaned up and repair or reconstruct the lines or put new lines and poles up. And sometimes we have to wait for the local electric co-op to put grounds on the wires so we don't get electrocuted while working. And it can sometimes take an hour or longer for then to come out to us because they are busy with ten other tree crews, so the residents see us sitting there doing nothing(because we can't until it's safe for us to) so they get a bad impression of us. We try hard, and do dangerous work, but they are mostly concerned with their own needs. In comparison, the people in SC, both last year for Matthew, and this year have been super nice and thankful.

>>35128224
Last year when we went to Florida for Matthew, we rolled into the state into a nice neighborhood to cop cars, a k-9 unit, and a police chopper looking for a black guy that had just robbed a local 7-11 and fled into the neighborhood lol. Have a video of it on my phone.

>>35128742
Then when we went to Mississippi earlier this year when they got hit with tornadoes, I was in my hotel room at around 11pm and tears around 5-7 gunshots about a mile away, then sirens a few minutes later. Saw a couple cruisers and an ambulance go by. Was spooky, almost certain someone died...

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>>35126148
THESE WALLS AIN'T GONNA PAINT THEMSELVES

>>35130311
Pls no angry. We just want more wife-tier 1903

Staying another day on SC it seems. Going to be working in the pouring down rain if the weatherman is right. Going to be a long day.

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>A set of metallic clacking noises rises from behind Marina's back as Alice walks in, her red hair tied up and her demeanor much more serious than before.
>"Where were we?" Alice asked as she looked to the floor, face marked in a distressed distance.
>"Eh... You were going to give your report on his condition. The data."
>"He's... In there. I haven't been able to get him singing with me in all the normal languages. He's getting English, Russian and some slurred German." She says, seemingly somewhere else as she speaks these words even in the very room.
"What languages didn't he get? And... why is it important?" Marina asks through a furrowed brow.
>"Well, starting with what he didn't have, Urdu, Farsi, Portuguese, and on the subject of why it's important, the loss of the ability to sing heavily impressed songs shows a lack of retention. A once encyclopedic knowledge of remembered information now suppressed with either a personality that DOESN'T include those, meaning we couldn't brainwash him again, since this one's somehow set in, or that he's just lost a significant amount of his conditioning due to something. A blow to the head, perhaps."
"Is there anything that could be done to tell?"
>"He... can't be salvaged..." Alice stated to the room first before snapping to Marina "...Lucky for you, it's still cheaper to abuse the black budget and get more money the allocation of which we can't tell congress than to simply shoot him and dump him in the ground."
"So, about brain damage?"
>"We've handled worse, In fact..." Alice trailed off, grabbing a file and flipping a photograph from its confines before continuing "... This decrepit thing was him when he arrived to this very laboratory about seven years ago."
>Marina looked at the photo for several seconds, closely examining and reexamining it before her mind made sense of the image she was seeing, and her stomach turned, nearly rendering her sick.
"...Hell of a sunburn..."

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>>35133849
>"You see... He was my first play thing in that respect. He was the first I ever programmed with this targetting, destabilizing, predatory personality. He was far more brain damaged, well, brain dead, when he first came here. It'll be a sad thing to see him leave like this, but I suppose I've had my share of fun with him."
"What?"
>"Come walk with me." Alice stated before she started walking, pulling Marina along with her by pull of attention.
>"I was his handler. I'm the one who ordered him to be the way he was. It must have been hard for you to live with him. Calm, cold, predatory."
"No. In fact it was the best time of my life. He would tease me, he'd always play with my ears because it made me uncomfortable, and maybe he genuinely thought them to be cute. He would bully me just about every day, but when he handled me, he was always gentle. Then he disappeared, but like always he was apparently endlessly adaptable, even hard to kill. So he eventually, even after being gone for months, wandered home to me. I wouldn't trade him for the world."
>Alice turned to Marina wiping a tear from her eye and smiling.
>"I've seen how he acts, thinks, evaluated and shaped how he reasons. He's yours now." She stated through a smile.
"What are you choked up about?"
>"I'm not sure. I guess I always thought of him as something of a progeny. But one can only serve one master. He belongs with you."
"I... don't know what to say."
>"'Wipe him and make him inert for a couple days while I think up how I want to live with him.' would be a good start if you said it to the guys in there, and then maybe finish with 'Don't worry Alice, I'll take good care of your boy.'"
"Hmm. I guess I'll just do it the way you suggested."
>"There you go. And can you do me one final favor?" Alice asked as she walked along, Marina's attention now falling from the task of following Alice to notice she was... in an entirely different part of a facility.
"What's that?"

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>>35134025
>Alice produced a key and entered a room labeled "E-21," which appeared to be a bedroom, in which she lifted a book from a shelf inside, opening it and pulling from its contents, a bulged envelope. Handing it to Marina.
"What's this?"
>"In the envelope, is an item. If you wanted to see the original Jason, before we brought him here all those years ago, you take the items in the envelope to the adress written down in it. The guy there has an item that I'd give a five percent chance of jogging Jason's memory."
"So, it wouldn't be worth my time to deliver it. Why pick me for this?"
>"Just thought you might like the option, just hide it somewhere under your clothes. So... Shall we?" Alice asked before leading the way back to the lab, Marina stuffing the envelope under her clothes before they got there.
>As the two women arrived to the lab, they were greeted with questions of "Back already?" and "Have you decided yet?" before Marina gave her answer.
>Two hours passed before Alice told Marina to get in the laboratory and stand over Jason as his eyes opened, once again reborn into a strange world in which he knew nothing.
>Watching the eyes open, this time, both Alice and Marina thought, maybe this time, they'd first see someone who cares.
>In another few hours, Jason and Marina were back in their own home, Jason passively sitting on a couch, awaiting the point when he'd become self aware once more, the moment he'd start learning once more to be human.
>Marina sat in wait, pondering to herself.
"What was he pondering that day? Whether it was worth it? Oh, well. I suppose he'll be unscathed in a way."

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>>35134327
June 14, 2025
>Jason woke to the sensation of Marina shifting onto him. The cool summer morning prompting them to cuddle up closer so Jason could stroke her ears. Think quietly about the dreams of the nights before, the dust, the neighbors, Marina. Too vivid and lasting to be a dream.
>"Jason? How long have we been together?"
"How long..."
>"Jason?"
"Seven years." Jason said from under his smirk.

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>>35134337
Good stuff friend.

Also just caught some guy casing our work trucks lol. Thought he was going to get some free tools. Shame for him we locked all the doors.