???: ...holy SHIT! Guys, you fucking hearing this? Something got through the orbital blockade! We might not be so fucking dead after all! WOOOOOOOOOOOO!
-He spends a few seconds dancing... then remembers that you guys have been asking him stuff and immediately stiffens up-
???: Uh... sorry. You guys had questions. I wasn't listening. This is... this is fucking unreal, man. I thought I was a goner. But, okay, now I'm not, I'm not gonna...
Just... I'm listening now, alright?
edited 20th Aug '17 6:36:27 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."???: Right.
Right... survivors...
-The spaceman sighs-
???: Not enough. Colonial director ordered us - my squad, Echo Team - to fall back to the ark. Bring the people near us with us, so that at least somebody would survive. A colony of five thousand people and... 24. Twenty-four people, plus me and my three buddies.
That's it.
And...
-The spaceman is silent for a few seconds longer, though now it's pretty clear he heard the second question-
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."???: ...what the fuck?
That's all you can think about? Four thousand people got slaughtered here like animals and all you can think about is the goddamn PAYCHECK?
edited 20th Aug '17 6:45:49 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."-Albert looks at Lovisia in disgust- @Lovisia Albert: "What the FUCK is wrong with you!? People are dead! And all you care about is the money?! Families have been murdered, a man lost his husband and you only care about the cash! Jesus Fucking Christ! Would you even help someone unless you were...You know what, don't answer, I don't want to look at you."
edited 20th Aug '17 6:47:56 PM by Nemtsol
Will make dad jokes for friends.-Rostam sighs, having elected to remain silent so far-
Rostam: As much as I can understand your outrage, mister Albert, please calm yourselves a moment. Let's focus on what these people need most right now.
edited 20th Aug '17 6:52:24 PM by Raidouthe21st
We Are Our Avatars Forever (Now on Discord by invitation, PM)-The spaceman fumes for a few moments, but eventually concedes that Rostam has a point-
-He spends a second to stare at Gespenst bashing his head against a destroyed rover, but then looks over to Ironscales-
-to Ironscales- One of the Vultures. Scavs. City next door, full of robots but also full of tech. We steal shit from it - I mean, they shot at us first.
This Vulture - I think his name was Carl. He was a new guy. Really fast reflexes, but he didn't think too far ahead. And he stole something he really shouldn't have. Server blade from a farm somewhere in the city. Apparently it contained a copy of identify friend foe codes for the robots.
So, you know - instead of doing the rational thing. Marking down its location, getting some more experienced Vultures to head in, hack the blade, copy the codes - the fucker stole the entire server and brought it back here.
edited 20th Aug '17 6:54:40 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."???: -to Lovisia- It's a... a pretty damn big one. Full-scale metroplex from the looks of it. Remarkably intact, too. Lot of broken windows, a few buildings have fallen over, but it's remarkably intact.
And completely infested. You guys have probably only encountered the light patrols, well - they've got fucking everything in there. Main battle tanks, attack helicopters, surface-to-air missile launchers, I'm pretty sure I saw actual combat mechs stomping around in there too. You stay quiet or you die.
-to Ironscales- Yeah. The blade had a tracker on it.
Took the bots a few hours to notice, but... well, I guess us just being here at the periphery wasn't pissing them off all that much. Usually we just got infantry. That day, actual tanks rolled through the place. Overwhelming scores of soldiers. They really didn't like that particular act of petty thievery.
Sanji Vlahović... the director of the Vultures. Last I heard, he was chewing out Carl in his office when an advance element broke through. Given what everyone was saying I think they were just trying to take back what was theirs, and he'd dropped it in the building. Tank blew it open.
I haven't been back since, but... if Sanji was alive, he would have came into the Ark.
He didn't.
Do the math.
-to Quartz- Not having the server. That doesn't bestow you the power of magical "I'm a friend don't shoot me" powers. But if you got that onto something, you put it into some actual electronics and start broadcasting it on the frequencies they recognize... yeah. Hopefully, they'll see you as friendly, and they won't fire.
edited 20th Aug '17 7:06:06 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

-The spaceman is quiet for a moment, and you can't tell why-
???: ...Director Vlahović. The guy from No Refunds.
You're off-worlders?
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."