The streets of Gemini are surprisingly quiet. The riots having been dispersed by force, grown tired on their own, or have been arrested. The destruction left in the wake of the angry crowds simmers in the streets on the news stations as overturned vehicles smolder and dying embers flicker from the shattered windows of shops and restaurants. The holoscreen flickers from station to station, abruptly cutting off the news feed as it flips back and forth. Lee watches with annoyance as the taidarens slap at each other and tangle themselves in a vicious knot, rolling across the room as they fight for the remote, bashing it against each other as the holoscreen flickers in response. Lee's attention is elsewhere, with one finger in his ear as he struggles to listen to an earphone held close.
“Yes, yes it's me.” he says as he rolls his eyes. “What? No- No, that doesn't even make sense! Yes I know it's been a long time I- Well I tried to call but between illegal prisons and the Expanse I haven't had much access to a q-comm.” He moves over to the taidarens as they roll across the floor, gripping one of them by the scruff of the neck. “Yes, I know, great. No I'm actually quite busy here... I'm, uh, negotiating a resource dispute in a taidaren clan right now, actually. Yes, big political stuff.” Lee says, almost yelling over the squeaking of the triplets as Lee pulls apart the tangled knot of slapping and thrashing creatures and tosses the remote onto the couch where a tendril leaps out from the cushions to pluck the remote from the air and the holoscreen flickers to some Huronese fishing documentary.
“Well for the most part I'm waiting for the Union response to the Expansion issue but otherwise- What? No I don't know him. Yes I've met Killinger, vote for someone else. What? No that's not an endorsement for Richardson, he's a fruitcake.” Lee's eyes grow wide with shock. “You're what? Yes I saw the funeral, it was very gaudy, no gaudy, not godly, gaudy... no, nevermind, it was really nice. Yes, I just watched it... no... no, I can't say. Look, I need to go now. There's someone on the other line, yes. No, mom, mom I need to go now. I promise I'll call you back soon, okay? Okay, you too.” Lee flicks the phone off and drops it on its charging station and lets out a long sigh. He glances over to a speaker looking at him silently.
“What. I'm feeling judgment, what is it?”
“The Lee should respect your mother. You must make contact more often.” The speaker chirps. Lee slaps his forehead as the drone skitters away.
Welcome back to Hive Queen Quest!
>Various pasta http://pastebin.com/u/QuestDrone
>Discussion page http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Quest_talk:Hive_Queen_Quest
>Read the locked memories of that thinker.
>Board a scav vessel for their FTL.
>Send a diplomacy team to earth.
>Take Reprive (I think that is the system that our mother made her last stand and it only has mining corvetts, it would be a great test for our raiding fleet.)
This will be a group adventure using pathfinder mechanics. It will be challenging with the possibility of death at every roll. It will mostly revolve around combat with little fluff.
Previously on Reckoning Quest...
We finish up at the lake, figure out flow, finally get some answers, and get through the bulk of our training.
Character Sheet: https://pastebin.com/XBPKbHme
“Good work lad, looks like yar persevearance finally paid off. I already know what ya did, but just run me through it for comprehension’s sake.”
You pull hard, uprooting the zweihander from the gouge in the earth you just made. “Well, I couldn’t really feel my own flow before, and initially I started by trying to conceptualise moving my flow to my arms when I was swinging. When I got the hang of that and started to feel my own flow, I built it up in the muscles I was going to use before I took my swing instead of during, and I guess I ended up underestimating my strength…”
Moest nods, satisfied with your explanation. “Sounds about right lad. Congratulations, looks like ya finally figured out how to use surge. Surge’s a very important discovery, and it’s probably to most readily applicable flow technique for combat.”
Now that you’ve taken a bit of time out, you realise how exhausted you actually are, you’re honestly ready to drop at any moment. The old man notices your fatigue, gesturing to the shack. “Go and get some rest lad, ya earnt it. Be ready to work hard tomorrow, it’s our last day of training and I need to make sure yar all fully prepared.”
Knocking out’s a very enticing idea at the moment, and you follow Moest’s advice, struggling up the stairs to the shack. You’re the first one back, Theo and Sam nowhere to be seen, probably still training hard. You fix yourself a bowl of stew, recounting the day’s breakthroughs. Today’s been very productive, and you’ve figured out to use surge, and also used flow sense voluntarily for the first time. It’s only been two days and you’ve already got a solid arsenal of flow techniques under your belt, pretty good progress considering the fact that you hadn’t even heard of flow until you met Moest. Finished, you set the bowl aside and lie down on the bed, falling asleep practically as soon as you close your eyes.
“Get yar arses up, eat yar breakfast and start moving lads! Can’t afford to be fookin’ around all day, chop chop!”
[You’ve rested up, essence is now 4/5]
All three of your rise groggily, snapped out of your blissful sleeps by the old man’s yelling. Your surprised to see Theo counted among you, since he’s usually up so early. Must’ve been training until pretty late last night to sleep in this much.
Moest and Bole come over to each of you with waterskins and a massive plate of breakfast each. Moest pulls out a piece of parchment, a simple map of the whole Twin Rivers area detailed on it, debriefing you all as you eat. “So whilst ya been training, I been keeping an eye out for the possessed.” He points to a symbol on the map, a better part of a day’s walk south east of the shack. “It licks its wounds in its den, in a hollow trunk of a massive tree. If ya look up through the canopy ya won’t be able to miss it, towers above all the others.”
He rolls up the parchment and tucks it into his pocket, walking out the door with Bole in tow. “Finish up, grab yar shit and meet me in the yard. Don’t dawdle.”
Theo pipes up as you eat. “How goes your training guys? Magic’s been pretty difficult, but I finally feel like I’m starting to get the hang of it. I imagine flow is quite similar.”
You nod, talking in between mouthfuls. “Aye, it’s going good, I made two major breakthroughs yesterday. One of them entails me being able to feel the flow in everything around me, and I’ve also figured out how to move my own flow to parts of my body to help with my movement.”
Theo’s eyes go wide, smiling a bit. “That’s bloody sick Oscar, I never thought you’d be able to things like that. Well, I’ve read briefly about other people doing it, but I never imagined any of us would ever be capable of anything like that.” He turns to Sam who’s busy scoffing his food. “How about you man? Are you getting there as well?”
Sam takes a break from munching down to answer Theo. “Aye, but in a completely different way. All that shit Oscar’s talking about, I’ve got no clue how to do it, but I had a different type of revelation and I worked all day yesterday with Moest to figure it out. I kind of realised, as Oscar was about to cut my fucking head off, that things like pain and fear are all in my mind, and if I circulate my flow properly I can completely ignore them.”
You and Theo nod, taking in Sam’s words. Looks like he’s had a very different path in developing his flow compared to you, and you can’t wait to see his new ability in action. Once you’re finished up you grab your weapon and you waterskin, you and Sam walking down the stairs to the clearing whilst Theo circles around to the back to train in the shed.
Moest waits for you like usual, examining the intricate artwork on his sword. He sheathes it when he sees you both coming, and turns to address you. “Alright lads, ya both done well and figured out yar respective revelations. I’m not gonna lie, yar both quick as fook learners and ya come far, to be honest I was only expecting ya to figure things out at the end of today. Cause ya made fast progress, we can focus on expanding on the abilities ya picked up.”
Moest clears his throat then continues. “Sam, ya only had one revelation so far so ya only got one thing to work on, but Oscar, ya got a choice. Ya might have noticed that when ya use flow sense ya still got to focus hard, and that when ya use surge ya have to think about it before ya make yar move. With a bit a practise, we can improve on what ya already learnt. It’s gotta be one of the other though, otherwise ya ain’t gonna figure either of them out.”
[What do you want to focus on for today? This is the last day of training.]
>Try and make another breakthrough with flow sense
>Try and make another breakthrough with surge
>Try and make a breakthrough for the revelation Sam had, insouciance
>Focus on being able to use flow sense in combat
>Focus on making surge reactionary (allows the spending of essence for physical actions)
welcome all to my first quest, your mission is help this small guy on getting food and water.
all you have to do is tell him what he should do next.
ok, lets begin
the door was open for some reason, there is a box and a bowl with fruits, what should i do now boss?
>Cut your hair and grow a beard
I cant grow a beard, but i can cut my hair
You are a Yinglet, one of the “youngest” species to be discovered on the continent. Being a recently discovered species, 138 years ago, it is quite hard to fit into modern society. An interesting species given their diversity and anatomy. Unfortunately this species has a crippling gender gap between male and female Yings (about one female to 5-7 males).
What’s fantastic about this species are their coping mechanisms to deal with the rarity of females. Among enclaves/tribes of the Yings, there is always a female's den present, heavily guarded and closely watched by the matriarch and fellow patriarchs who essentially lead the enclave and its inhabitants.
Males, having longer snouts and tuftless tails, a distinct feature in females, have developed an evolutionary trait that is unlike any other documented on the continent. Thanks to the large absence of females among their species, males have depended on each other on a biological level, actually able copulate with each other, curbing sexual aggression and fighting over females.
They are also unable to produce the “th” syllable because of the layout of their front teeth (used to open oyster and clam shells as well as other shellfish). There is a great disagreement over how to imitate it, with “de” or “ze” being the most popular choices.
Ever since a hatchling you’ve had the special eye of the matriarch, this is probably obvious given the fact that you were the only hatchling to have successfully break out of your egg. The same can’t be said for your other 4 to-be brothers and sister in which it was determined they were stillborns. Besides the unfortunate fact that you are an only child, it’s quite a blessing, receiving special attentions from your mother(s).
If you don’t mind me asking, are you male or female?
yes actually wait three more day to see with OP is coming back as he has already been mia for four day. if he does not return i will take over the quest. i was really drawn in to this universe, so i read the comic, lore post, and dug around the comic creators deviant page. I want to explore more of this Universe even if OP has tired of this quest i and hopefully other have not. i have a few ideas about where to take this quest it OP does not return. enclosing yes i have a plan.
Hello, we are going to do a war roleplay today.
To start off choose your class:
You, Juamae and Tommy have been walking for too long in the desert. After your car was ambushed and the rest of your group died you've had to walk. Tommy starts telling a story when you see smoke coming from about a mile away. What do you do?
>Tell the others
>Get up to look
I am going to try and run my first civ quest. Advice, tips and general guidelines that I should follow are welcome.
First three determines race and place.
The sun rises above the horizon like an angry god, casting bright sunbeams across the world.
Through the hills of the pleasant suburb, through the streets of downtown, through the undisturbed meadows around champions valley, and even through the scum-washed alleyways of the red light district.
Yessir, it's gonna be another great day here in New Blorf City. You'd better get out there to greet it.
The sun arcs through your window, casting its harsh beams onto your sleeping face, and you awake.
Well, this is embarrassing. you seem to have forgotten who you are.
>Enter your name
I just want my Avocado, and I'll be on my way.
I have aquired this Avocado thru legal means, I cannot suppose you can have it
I used to have owned that specific Avocado, I cannot give it up now, it was stolen from me.
That is unfortunate, but unfortunately, it is mine now, and you seem not to have anything of worth to exchange.
You are General Nathan Oman, awakened from thirty years of cyrosleep. You are the last surviving member of the Timmerman Administration, the greatest, strongest government the United States has ever voted into office. You and the rest of the military leadership, under the guidance of President Timmerman, led the country through trying times. Times it would not have survived without you.
And how did the people pay you back? After the dust settled and the crisis passed? By handing President Timmerman and the military command over to an international court. They were all sentenced for crimes against humanity. They were all hanged.
Except, that is, for you and several other generals. You went into hiding. You all swore that in thirty years times you would return and exact vengeance on the world for the death of your nation.
Now you've returned, and through your actions you've gathered a dedicated team to your cause; Jake Malone, an ex-CIA agent and your closest friend. Dr. Manning, an eccentric scientist with no regard for morality. Mazzie Vandal, a former mayor of a Colorado town who has become an excellent administrative asset. Benjamin Franklin aka Helios, a nuclear powered man. And many, many more, all caught up in your machinations. Together you will fight until your last breath, either bringing back these United States, or watching the world burn for its crimes against your will.
Pt 1 http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1661977/
Pt 2 http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1673647/
Pt 3 http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1769607/
Pt 4 http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1786959/
Deep hums reverberate through the command theatre. You sit at your desk, a bottle of whiskey half finished before you. There are many others sitting in a loose circle around your desk; Jake1, Jake4 and Jake5, President Mathers, Dr. Manning, Mayor Vandal, various militia and special ops captains. Behind you all a holographic projection of the United States. Various states are blinking red, with arrows and graphs pointing out known intelligence.
The room is silent. In the background a news casts is detailing the latest reports from the Indian-Chinese conflict. The war has ground down to a halt, with thousands of infantry dying by the day. Analysts predict whoever’s special forces takes down the opponents Iron Shield first, wins.
Another new casts plays simultaneously, but on silent. Texan forces have fully engaged the Californian armed forces throughout the southwest US. Much like the India-Chinese conflict, it is a bloodbath. On top of that is the news of Coalition forces shelling Denver. Jake3 is there right now, along with Captain Belfast, bravely defending the city from what will likely turn into the definitive siege of the 21st century.
One more newcasts plays. It is mostly ignored, but its content spells dire news for the cause; the Eastern American Nations have joined forces with the EU to violently suppress rebel factions from Illinois to South Carolina. Everyday thousands of refugees and displaced fighters stream west towards Colorado and your seat of power.
“Alright,” Jake1 says, banging on a command console. The occupants of the room tear their eyes from the info streams and turn to him. “Here’s where we stand. We’ll start with the most immediate concerns, starting with Denver.” Jake1 motions at the holographic display, and the US magnifies until the screen is taken up by an overhead view of the Colorado Capital. “My third copy estimates we have the supplies and firepower to hold out indefinitely, assuming the China-India conflict continues. The NA Viceroy Chan Loa has had his entire army practically pulled out from under him to aid Beijing in India, but that doesn’t mean he’s powerless. Between California, Oregon and Washington, the coalition has enough forces to steamroll us if we trip up. The fighting will largely depend on how many planes the western nation states commit to the Viceroy’s campaign. Our intelligence is hazy, but so far we’re getting signals that Oregon and Washington are reluctant to hand over too many of their airforces.”
“It seems to me,” President Mathers says, rolling an unlit cigar betwixt his fingers. “That we should forget territory acquisition and concentrate on what we’re good at; namely big, flashy explosions. I know that’s not really how countries are built, but as ol’ Rumsfeld said, “you go to war with the army you’ve got.” And our army consists of drones and tanks.”
“Too late,” You say. It’s the first time you’ve spoken, and the room’s occupants snap their heads in your direction. You don’t meet any of their eyes, instead staring at the newscast of the eastern US fighting. “Mr President, we have begun a movement whose wheels are too large to slow. Everyday thousands of people stream into Colorado, convinced of our ability to return them to a place of power and prestige,”
“Well turn them back,” President Mathers says. He slips a zippo out of his pocket and lights the cigar with practiced ease. He takes a puff, then stares you in the eyes. “You’re not Moses General, you won’t be performing any miracles. If by some chance we do restore the United States, it will look nothing like the old one,”
“And yet we must continue trying,” You say. “I will not cede ground to foreign interests and false governments.”
“Well then we have a choice to make,” Jake1 says, motioning at the holographic display. “My fifth copy has been working hard, and he’s identified four big events that we need to confront. I’ll start with my fourth copy,”
Jake4 stands, brushing at his loose buttoned shirt. “As you all know, our main source of income is the Montana oil pipelines. Our alliance with Texas is beneficial, but it’s not nearly the revenue stream of the oil. The Viceroy knows this, and has made it his top priority to decimate the pipes from here to Canada. At the moment we’ve kept him off with anti air emplacements secured from the Montana army, but that will only last until he sends in some dedicated ground forces.”
“So then we need to defend the pipelines,” President Mathers says, motioning with his cigar. “Simple,”
“Not so,” Jake1 says. “There are other situations that need our attention,” He motions at the display, and it widens out to display the eastern United States. “You’ve all seen the violent suppression happening in the east.”
“American men and women dying at the hands of our enemies,” You murmur.
“Indeed,” Jake1 says. “According to my fifth copy, the root of the fighting is not in fact our movement, but a serious food shortage. They’re using our cause as a rallying cry, but as far as the reason normal people are taking to the streets, it’s the lack of bread. The coalition forces have in place a massive plan to supply the region with food. Obviously once this happens, the fighting will peter out,”
“What are you suggesting you spook,” President Mathers says. “That we destroy the food? That we purposely starve half the united states?”
“Yes yes,” Jake1 says, waving dismissively. “War is awful Mr. President, you don’t have to beat the pulpit. The point is that should we do this, the entire eastern united states would rush to our cause. Our forces and allies would multiply exponentially,”
“Sure,” Mathers says. “At the cost of thousands of lives due to starvation. And what happens afterwards hm? Do we have plans in place to feed millions?”
“We’ll manage should it come to that,” You say, your voice still low. “We’re simply discussing our options,”
“Which brings us to Dr. Manning,” Jake1 says, looking at the man in question. The doctor clears his throat and stands. He unwraps a throat losage and pops it in his mouth.
“I would like to bring to your attention my good friend and colleague, Samson Fritz,” The doctor taps something on a command console, and a picture of a large, stern looking man appears on the holographic display. “You are staring at the greatest mechanical mind of the 21st century. I have not been in contact with him since our college days, as he was scooped up by government powers while he was still in school,” Dr. Manning punches a button, and several blueprints circles around the hologram. “He has been designing aircraft for EU-Chinese-African coalition forces since then, though no-one has known has location, or heard from him,”
“That is,” Jake1 says. “Until yesterday,” A black and white picture pops up on the hologram. It’s a grainy image of an older-looking Samson Fritz. “This was taken outside of Chicago Illinois. Our intelligence indicates he is state-side for unknown reasons.”
“The reasons do not matter!” Dr. Manning says, waving a hand excitedly. “We must capture him immediately! He could build for us an entire air-force, better than anything out there!”
“How easily could we capture him?” You ask, looking to Jake1. The ex-CIA agent shrugs.
“Eh, it wouldn’t be easy. A dedicated team of special ops could do it. The Illinois nation state is hanging on by a thread, but they’ve got enough EU-trained intelligence forces to give us a hard time,”
“Which brings us to our hard choice,” You say, gazing at the holographic display.
“Denver, the pipelines, the food supply and the engineer,” Jake1 says. “All of them will take a dedicated special ops mission, and we only have the personal to address two,”
Pick two situations with which to commit your special forces
>Defense of Denver
>Defense of the Pipelines
>Food Stores Raid
>Samson Fritz Raid