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>>44944889
You hesitate as a steely edge builds up in Carla's eyes. You press on. "You have valuable intelligence that can make this upcoming battle a success while minimizing casualties. Not only that, you have been wounded and I cannot in good conscience send you into battle after what happened today." You clench your hand into a fist on your thigh. "I nearly got you killed when I failed to order you to retreat. I am who is responsible for why you are in this bed, and as the one who is responsible, it is my duty to ensure that you survive."

Carla does not change her expression, even as you stand up and prepare to leave.

"Please remember Carla, we were born as soldiers to die on these battlefields to protect you," You avert your eyes from her piercing stare. "And the rest of the Republic's citizens. You have options, a future to live out. You do not need to waste your life our war."

"Are you saying that I have no reason to fight?" Her words cut through your measured and calm demeanor, the professionalism that was propelling you out of the room. You halt with your back facing towards her, helmet half way to being placed back on your head.

The venom in her voice reminds you of when you first spoke to her on that hilltop. "Are you saying that just because I'm not some clone that I don't have the ability to protect myself, my planet, my home from these damned rebels? Am I supposed to just sit back and hope that the Republic saves us all now, now after years of neglect? Do you know, clone," You hear the rattle of the bed as she shakily stands up behind you. Her voice is not increasing in volume, though as she continues to speak the words increase in their frozen intensity.

> [Cont.]

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>>44944931
"Do you know what it's like to watch your home burn as the scum of the galaxy rampage? To watch as your family's and friends' calls for help go unheeded by the same blasted Senate that are here now, arriving only because of those damned Separatists? For years pirates have raided and torn apart my world, and now Stratus' Nationalist revolution has stolen my sister from me."

She steps closer to you, causing you to turn back and see her leaning half over the bed, breathing heavily as she slowly walks towards you. Tears are streaking down her face, though her mouth is set in a straight line. Her eyes glare deep into yours. Her balance shifts as she goes to speak again, a confused cry replacing her next biting statement. As she falls you hurriedly step in, wrapping your arms around her shaking body as you prevent her from hitting the ground. Carla tries to curl up into a ball as her breathing accelerates into hyperventilating sobs.

You sit there with her for a while, and when a couple of orderlies arrive you wave them away. You stay silent as her desperate, subdued groans of despair radiate through her.

Time passes, and eventually her grief slowly lessens to a more manageable level. She looks up to you after the worst of the whimpering subsides.

"I-" She gives out a shuddering breath as she tries to gather herself. Her voice is barely louder than a murmur. "I just wanted to fight." Carla shakes her head as she brings her fists to either side of her head, looking away from you again. "I never could. I always had to run, run when my friends died, run when my parents died, run, run, run, runrunrunrunrunrun-" She stops as when she has no more breath, following it with a slow, disjointed intake of air.

"You." She rests her head against the armor plate on your abdomen. "You let me fight. You saved me. I never could save anyone, never could fight, but, you." Carla tilts her head to look up at you through the tiny space in her hands. "Who are you?"

> [Cont.]

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You try to give her a comforting smile. You do not know how well it succeeded. "1st Lieutenant CT-42/458. You can call me Jinx."

"Jinx?" She whispers. You respond with a silent nod. She surprises you by revealing a small smile. "That's such a silly name. How'd you get it?"

You blink. "Well, uhm, Bandit told me that it was because I was lucky. He said that I jinxed death during the last battle."

Carla responds with a choked, subdued giggle that is nearly interrupted by another sob. "Clones are weird." She smiles, curling herself closer to your legs as the shaking continues to lessen.

The wounded girl in your arms grows silent, a spinning nebula of emotion tempered by exhaustion.

> Orders?

> [] Sit with Carla until she is completely calmed down.
> [] Help Carla up into her bed.
> [] Ask her something. (What?)
> [] Tell her something. (What?)
> [] Say nothing.

>>44944657
>[] Spend sometime with Titania

>>44944657
>[] Talk with baba yaga a bit

>>44944657
What classes did you pick now HM? I'm kinda curious, I always wanted to study history but decided always on something else because I couldn't decide on anything to do with it later.

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Your eyes flutter open in the darkness of the very early morning. You breathe in the intoxicating scent of Rowe's curls and listen to her restful breathing as she remains asleep. Well, this is one unforeseeable drawback of your shortened sleep cycle. You slowly extricate yourself from her body trying not to wake her. You think you fail as you hear her angered groans while slipping your arm out from around her. She quickly readjusts herself and settles back into sleep without anymore complaining.

You gingerly sneak out of bed and sit down at the central table to begin your communion. You and Rowe are unofficially roommates now, seeing as she has an extra bed which you two never use. No offense to Ed. He's been a pretty stellar person to live with, but he's a lot less fun to cuddle. Of course, with Rowe you've had to put up with the OTHER roommate.

You open your eyes to look over at Sif, curled up on the floor, staring at you with an intense focus. He seems to generally regard you with a basic amount of courtesy and respect. You quietly stride over to him and pet the wolf as he raises his head to study your approach. Hard to believe Rowe managed to domesticate a wild animal in such a short time frame. He's barely different from a dog at this point. . . .

Oh shit. Puppies. Five of them. Different breeds. You've had other things on your mouth – MIND – recently that have distracted you from that arrangement you made with Gabby.

>Go search the market for puppies now, get back by breakfast
>Wait for Rowe to wake up, buy puppies together
>Fuck puppies! Go about your day. Gabby has probably forgot by now

>>44943809
>Go search the market for puppies now, get back by breakfast

>>44943809
>Go search the market for puppies now, get back by breakfast
Grab Gabby. She should pick.

>>44943296
You mean they share the same alphabet, right? Yes, your friend is retarded.

>>44943296
>Stupid question, my friend insists that knowing how to speak Dwarvish also lets you read Orcish because they share the same language. Is this retarded or is it legit?
Depends on setting. I assume this is D&D, but even D&D has, what, 5 settings they revisit regularily and ten they ignore? Though it seems very off either way.

>>44943296
He's retarded. You can't read Spanish just because you know English.

That said, though, he could possibly read it aloud, but not understand it.

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>new Boruto Quest
Pic bloody well related.

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IT'S TIME

>>44942601
I can't believe it. Is this the real life?

>>44942554
>"I can't feel my legs."
>Attempt to fight back anyway.
No flirting during training.

>>44942554
"My legs are numb as hell." You groan. "And you are not helping them."

"Tell that to someone who cares," Claudine spits on the ground near you. Seriously, she should stop doing that, it's gross.

"Also, I think my bladder is screaming." You quip in a snarky tone.

"Dead men always relive themselves." Claudine shoots back as she lets out a yawn. You release your practice weapon as she finally gets off of you and stands up.

"Well, you're doing good, but not good enough. Go home and rest. I'll be seeing you tomorrow. Your master helps you up, and you leave the training grounds and head back into town.

What do you do?

>Find Evelyn.
>Visit Celine.
>Pester some guildmates.

>>44942749
>Visit Celine.
See if we can get anything to help with sore legs.

>>44942425
>these people are unaware that Vulkan deals with hostage situations by intentionally hunting down and burning all humans alive

Gonna need a citation there brotato chip

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>>44942546
its on the wiki

>>44942578
Post a link then

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Do you guys think there'll be a DMG II, or just miscellaneous adventure/setting books so all the DMG II stuff gets scattered?

>>44942204
Different characters have different fashion tastes.
There's the rogue who like to wear leather, the warrior who feels naked when he doesn't have a proper pair of trousers, and the sorceress who recently got a magic robe that was in the form of some rather curious lingerie.

>>44942247
My guess is they'll do the adventure books and the occasional SCAG like book, and then after like a year or two they'll put out a compilation of that years big rules/equipment/etc that came out.

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When you awake bird calls, and sunshine greet your ears and eyes. The piercing ray of light stings your eyes, but is not completely unbearable yet as dusk has yet to end. You think on what to do ne-What was that?
Crunch...Crunch
Ah, footsteps. A bit on the small side, whoever strides these are they are not very large.

A whistling tune comes through the forest... followed by a child's voice. A young boy singing.
You peek your head out of your refugee and spy the young boy walking by with boy strung across his shoulder, out early to hunt.
>What do?
>Reveal yourself (aggressive, or passive)
>Wait
>Observe more
>Other?

>>44942230
>Reveal yourself
>Ask his name and where he comes from.

>>44942265
Aight, Vote called for... one.

Writing

>>44942121
I've read the first 4 books,

Good world building and ideas, but I don't know if it's all that great. I guess it just gets kind of boring an incapable of staying focused. It loves to run off and explore other things, then running back to the main characters from the other books and roping the two togeather.

It also has far far to many questions about the galaxy, but instead of giving you answers that make you ask more questions, they just add more questions and refuse to give you any answers.

6/10, the TV show is just trying to be the next game of thrones

One of the few books that correctly represents distances and most probable designs for spaceships this and space combat make it already better than majority of scifi.
The authors have stated that they wanted to create a series about switch from slower than light to faster than light travel and how it would affect societies and it feels like they done job well.

Also twists in the middle of the book are usually fun and escalate things in interesting ways (except Cibola Burn)

>>44942121
The science fiction is well done, I personally find it boring.

before we start, i would like to apologize for the last thread; short and mostly incoherent. Elite Mech should have been disabled in 3 4s not 2.

Again, if you have a better suggestion in handling this issue, please say so.

new projects available

Reverse Engineer Elite Advent Mech [5 MIL, 30 ENG, 1 Elite Advent Mech, weeks] So far this is the most dangerous mechanical enemy we have encountered. I will see if i can make something good out of it.

Project M.E.C [100 SCI, 100 ENG, 100 MIL, 1000 MELD, 1 Intact Advent Mech 3 weeks] As much as i hate to say it but we are entering a new era where the line between man and machine blur...


>Start Research
>Start some projects in the workshop
>Contact Exalt
>Visit grey Market
>Lay low for ____
>Establish contact in____
>Wait for certain opportunities around the globe
>Ask for an advice from _____
>Visit training school
>other

>>44942071
So we needed 3 rolls on a d6.
Does that mean that one soldier with a TES weapon can fire 3 times?
Do we need 3 TES weapons to make 3 TES rolls?

If soldiers can take multiple actions, how many steps should we outline in our tactics?

Also, since we recovered the mech wrecks that were covered in whatever poison Hive used, shouldn't we have been able to recover undamaged Advent Body Armor and Advent Weapon Fragments?

Everyone is a level 1 wizard and can never level up. All wizards can cast and prepare any level spells with any slots. If they cast a spell idk some chance they can never cast that spell again.

>>44941963
If a character falls below 0 HP they can talk with death until they die fully or regain life.

You construct a short campaign, with a strict, by-the-books story with some heavy railroading.

Then you recruit a set of players that you feel are most qualified to fuck your shit up.

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>>44941902
[2/2]

“Captain Cykgil. Your codes are cleared. Proceed to Hangar Two in the Capital City of Theed. A security team will secure your ship for you.”

-

-

Theed is as beautiful as you remember it. The Empire has made absolute sure not to tarnish or taint any bit of the planet’s natural attractiveness with the Imperialization of the Outer Rim. And why would they? This is the Emperor’s homeworld after all. If anybody were to burn a single blade of grass on this planet, they’d be drawn, quartered, and have their bodies paraded through Coruscant. You can’t remember if the Emperor ever visits this planet anymore, but you’d probably be steaming mad too if someone were to come into your old house and start tearing it up.

You digress. You land in one of the spaceports of Theed. The four of you step down the boarding ramp, and you walk down Misri’s speederbike. She bites her lip, her fingers twitching as you as cart it around as if it were just some common swoop. “Make sure she gets plenty of air! The intakes are specifically designed to maximize fuel efficiency and if they aren’t clean, the bike won’t breathe right! And you have to squeeze the brakes gently too and-“

“Misri.” You shove R5 into the sidecar, smiling at her. “I will take good care of your bike. I promise. I just need to borrow it for a while.”

“Okay, okay…” You sit down on the seat. “Gently!” she whines. You roll your eyes, snapping your helmet on and pulling on your mask. “Ugh, where are you even going anyway!?”

> “The Gungans have a holy place not too far from here. I’ll take a look there see what I can see.”
> “I know a couple of guys who live on the outskirts. They might know something.”
> “Going to cause some trouble. The Naboo love trouble.”
> Other

>>44941917
> “I know a couple of guys who live on the outskirts. They might know something.”

>>44941917
>> “Going to cause some trouble. The Naboo love trouble.


SENPAI NOTICED ME!

Though out of curiosity why does Rhys not take his own Swoop bike but take Misri?

>>44941801
> A clown suit

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>>44941801

>>44941801
>Go nude
Just a bit of polish.

The innocent have nothing to hide! Also our suit isn't ironed.

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>>44940979

Gyrnax opens his mouth to speak, but your meat suit wraps both hands around his slender throat, knocking him to the ground.
"Time to put an end to your evil, Gyrnax!" you can hear the voice rattling around and vibrating in your throat. It's very uncomfortable.
"Wait...you cannot do this! I command you to stop at once!" Gyrnax says, his voice growing desperate as he looks into the eyes in your sockets.
No, that's not right.
He's looking past the eyes in your sockets. He's looking at you. He's talking to you.
"Do something, you...miserable spirit," he spits. "Without me, you're....." he coughs and begins choking.
"Shut up and die!" your throat rasps.

>You are a warrior's RECENTLY-ANIMATED SENTIENT SKELETON
>The necromancer who apparently created you is being strangled by your meat exterior. Will you...

>RIP AND TEAR yourself out of the meat suit, killing it and saving your creator?
or
>BIDE YOUR TIME and see if there's a more opportune moment to reveal yourself

>>44941094
>RIP AND TEAR yourself out of the meat suit, killing it and saving your creator?
dank memes