Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread
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				Title: <strong>Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-05-2017, 04:48:29</strong>
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				<strong>Unexplored World SR-388</strong><br><br>The exposed support struts of this crashed starship curve overhead like the ribcage of a great, dead beast. The outer hull was utterly demolished by the ship’s crash landing many years ago. The inner rooms and hallways are buckled and strewn with debris. The ship’s inner cargo bay is still intact; your prize awaits. But your careful, quiet salvage operation is interrupted in a flare of gunfire!<br><br><strong>Diane</strong>, you’re up in the helm of the starship wreckage, surrounded by offlined consoles and broken station chairs. <em>Who are the jack-sockets currently firing at you? What faction is breaching its way into the wrecked ship, even if that means going through you?</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>23-05-2017, 19:40:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/DianeKeynes2.jpg)</div><br>Diane sucked on her crumpled cigarette, grunting with effort as she dragged a heavy battery. Kneeling behind a dented navconsole, trying to hook up enough power to offload it's flight data and jump maps, a crack shakes the skeleton of a room as a bullet shatters the touch-panel on the top of the console. Putting her back to the impromptu cover, she spat her lit remnant of a smoke out and cringed at the pitter patter of shots that chased after it.<br><br>&nbsp;Peeking over the opposite side to the spat stub, she eyed the gleaming black shapes with glowing blue eyeslots. TESLA in full faceless corporate merc outfits. Damning Fio and her bright ideas under her breath, Diane drew her sidearm and checked if her radio was working.
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-05-2017, 04:49:11</strong>
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				If those are TESLA, then it must be Tuesday...and from here, Diane, you can see at least two fireteams moving on your position with their usual casually predatory efficiency.&nbsp; Maybe it's also blind luck that you got out of the way.&nbsp; It's possible they think they already got you, but they aren't known to be careless and sloppy when storming their targets.<br><br><em>What do you do?</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>24-05-2017, 10:25:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/DianeKeynes2.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;"Hostiles, I repeat we have multiple groups of hostiles. Blue-eyed by the book." Diane barks into the radio, grunting as a chunk of weather-worn flooring by her foot is chewed by a bullet. Snapping off a couple of shots over the top of the console, she ran to another, pelting the mercs as she ran, each snap from her pistol accompanied by a flash of stabilizing fields.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Dice roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rolled a 4, ;_;. Probably an Open Fire but up the GM IIRC? </div></div>
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-05-2017, 18:46:47</strong>
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				<strong>Diane</strong>, this is not turning out to be your day!&nbsp; TESLA seems to have a good idea that you're here, even if they don't know which bit of cover you're using, and so withering fire is the order of the day!&nbsp; In one brief respite, you also catch a glimpse of something that you really don't want to be here to have land on you--they have a heavy weapons section, and while you aren't sure whether that's a heavy quad-blaster or a rocket launcher they're setting up, it won't matter much either way if they hit you.<br><br><em>What do you do?</em><br><br>--swipe cut to---<br><br><strong>Kaylee</strong>, the vault door to the inner cargo bay is tightly sealed. The locking mechanism is powered down. You can hear the sounds of&nbsp; combat down the hall behind you. Hopefully Diane can buy you some time. <em>What Faction symbol is embossed on the door?</em><br>
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				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>27-05-2017, 20:41:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo191/Gunmetal_Discord/Catgirls%20and%20Rayguns_zpsma7rzco0.png)</div>The staccato sound of gunfire echoing along the inside of the hull washed over Kaylee like the a hail of tiny regrets.&nbsp; Her ears laid flat against her head as she stumbled unevenly down the slewed hallway leading to the cargo hold, a light clipped to the collar of her jacket bouncing wildly as she tried not to trip.<br><br>“I hear you.” She responded, tail lashing back and forth as she stopped herself by grabbing hold of a support strut that had kept the hall from collapsing on impact, “See if you can stall ‘em.&nbsp; I’m at the target site, but there’s no power to this section.&nbsp; Checking the manual override.”<br><br>As she shone her light along the wall looking for the access panel she needed, a slight golden glimmer shone under a fine layer of grit and grime that had drifted in from the outside.&nbsp; She swiped a gloved hand through it, revealing a pattern of stars painted in gold shining against a black field, no planets in sight, just a representation of an O’Neal Cylinder and three ships of different classes along the bottom.&nbsp; The Confederation of Landless Interests had lost this hauler a while ago, and finding it hadn’t been easy.&nbsp; She wasn’t about to let someone steal her payday right out from under her.<br><br>“Okay ….” She said, grunting as she pried a panel off the wall and set it aside, “Let’s see what we’ve got.”<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Facing Adversity</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Kaylee Scratam rolled: 2d6, adding 2 to the total<br>Comment: Expertly Face Adversity to try and Open the Cargo Hold<br>Result: 1, 4,<br>Total: 7<br>The danger is overcome, but at a price; the GM will offer you a cost or hard choice.</div></div>
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-05-2017, 20:57:33</strong>
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				<strong>Kaylee</strong>, you get the door mostly open.&nbsp; Wide enough to get into the hold, but maybe not wide enough to get the crate out that way.&nbsp; That's your first problem, but then you kind of expected that with all the frame and structural damage in here.&nbsp; Wasn't exactly what you call a soft landing, right?&nbsp; And if not for the 'friendly assistance' from TESLA, you'd be sitting pretty.<br><br>Your second problem, though...uhm.&nbsp; You've heard about this.&nbsp; About how sometimes stuff the CLI really has a serious desire to keep safe and secret and secure gets a special seal on it that basically says "do not mess with this on pain of frozen assets and a horrible death"?&nbsp; You thought maybe that was just a rumor.&nbsp; Only...you've never seen anything like that compressed over the locking mechanism of one of these crates before.&nbsp; And it looks kind of ominous.&nbsp; Just sayin'.<br><br>Which might explain TESLA.<br><br><em>What do you do?</em>
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				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>27-05-2017, 22:21:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo191/Gunmetal_Discord/Catgirls%20and%20Rayguns_zpsma7rzco0.png)</div>“Hel-lo.” Kaylee purred to herself as her eyes fell on the sealed crate, “I’ll bet you’re what all the fuss is about.”<br><br>There’s a bit of home wisdom on Desul-8 that states “a law is just a suggestion with a threat attached.”&nbsp; Funny thing about laws, without cops around they were about as effective as a pinky swear, and unlike some of the crew Kaylee didn’t owe the CLI a single thing.&nbsp; Whatever it was they’d been hiding was sure to be valuable to <em>someone</em> … but since she couldn’t move the crate through the door, she’d just have to open it up and see how portable to the contents were.&nbsp; She pulled back the flap of her jacket and produced a small leather roll, unfurling it along the deck plating and revealing a number of smartpicks, nanoprobes, and other lockpicking equipment.<br><br>“Shame I don’t have the time to do this properly…” she said, licking her lips in anticipation and spraying a tiny aerosol compound into the central lock, “Intact, the mechanism might be worth a pretty penny too.” she slipped the first pick into the mechanical lock and got busy cracking the layers of security&nbsp; around the crate.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Open That Mystery Box</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Roll Result: Kaylee Scratam rolled: 2d6, adding 2 to the total<br>Comment: Expertly Facing Adversity to Open CLIs Loot Crate<br>Result: 2, 3, <br>Total: 7<br>The danger is overcome, but at a price; the GM will offer you a cost or hard choice</div></div>
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-05-2017, 22:44:57</strong>
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				<strong>Kaylee</strong>, it looks like this is gonna take you a while to crack unless you want to risk breaking some of those high-precision lockpicking tools of yours.&nbsp; Gonna push it in hopes of getting out of here before TESLA gets past Diane, or is curiosity gonna kill you if you don't get your peepers on the contents?<br><br>---swipe cut to---<br><br>Meanwhile, back on <strong>Honeypot</strong>...my dear Captain <strong>Fiodora</strong>, now that you have disentangled yourself from the multiple warm and sweet embraces of your easily distracted and rather friendly staff, you find that your associates have largely gone ahead with the salvage operation that you were able to arrange because you all have bills to pay and mouths to feed.&nbsp; <em>Which faction hired you to retrieve this cargo? What kind of place is your drop-of point?</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>27-05-2017, 22:58:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/DianeKeynes2.jpg)</div><br>Diane took deep heavy breaths, wincing against each close sparking bullet in the suppressive fire. "Bad news, Kaylee. They've something heavy they are trying to deploy. You got any other outs from the structure? It's gonna cover the entrance you used unless I'm lucky or Fio booked us some back-up." She gritted her teeth, bad memories of man-portable heavy weapons and being trapped in piloting harness as a glowing orb of death approached. The scars on her shoulder ached even through the numbing effects of her earlier smoke.<br><br>&nbsp;Leaning out of cover, Diane pulls off careful shots at the heavy weapon(s), trying to stop them from getting into a balanced firing state if she can't actually take them out, retreating towards the frame of what was the doorway into the rest of the ship before it broke apart if the return fire gets too hot. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Dice roll</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Open Fire?<br>Full Result: Ty rolled: 2d6 Comment: UnchartedWorlds Result: 4, 1, Total: 5<br>Mettle is +2 so 7? Though range might be an issue.</div></div>
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-05-2017, 23:20:50</strong>
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				--(out of sequence!)--<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Open Fire?</div><div class="spoiler_body">That's actually going to be <strong>Face Adversity</strong>--you lost the engagement already and got forced out of your position with a whole lotta hostiles heading your way.&nbsp; You just have enough time to get out of the way before TESLA got that heavy weapon set up.</div></div><br><strong>Diane</strong>, it's probably a good thing you suited up for this.&nbsp; You did suit up for it, right?&nbsp; Because you get dinged a couple of times between wrecked bridge and the temporary safety of the corridor down which Kaylee disappeared in search of that mysterious box.<br><br><em>How bad's this gonna hurt?&nbsp; Roll +Armor.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>27-05-2017, 23:43:21</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Brace For Impact</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Roll Result: Ty rolled: 2d6. Comment: UnchartedWorlds. Result: 1, 6, Total: 7.<br>+2 Armour (from armour!) = 9 = Take injury at inflicted level. Ouch. </div></div>
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				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>28-05-2017, 04:11:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo191/Gunmetal_Discord/Catgirls%20and%20Rayguns_zpsma7rzco0.png)</div>“Well … the good news is I’ve <i>probably</i> found what they’re looking for.” Kaylee mumbled around a pick in her mouth, six slender metallic probes already sticking out of the complicated seal she was trying to open.&nbsp; She shined a tiny red laser into a panel low and to the side, cutting deliberately through some of the sensors.<br><br>“The bad news is that it’s taking longer to open than expected.” She she hissed slightly, jerking her hand back as a shower of sparks spat at her, “Maybe you should call Fio?&nbsp; Some support fire from the Honeypot might get ‘em to back off…” she shrugged, focused on her work.<br><br><i>Curiosity and cats have a long established relationship.&nbsp; I’m gonna stick it out and see if I can open this puppy up…</i> 
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				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>28-05-2017, 06:21:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s6.postimg.org/v1n2jvf7l/SpaceBun.png)</div>Fio sighed reluctantly as she pushed Yan Yi away from her overdeveloped vulva. She loved how aggressive the half-Qrood girl was with her affections, but it <em>did</em> make it hard to focus on more important matters. Or at least bring in to focus how hard it was for Fio to consider anything more important than having a cutie down between her thighs...<br><br>"Shoo! Go play with Lekka, or Ana!" Fio scolded her as she shrugged into her captains jacket. The wooly-haired tart just responded with a giggle and another lick across Fio's clit. "Myr~Ah!... Myrdi! Come get Yan, she's in a mood again!"<br><br>"Coming..." sounded softly from across the rec area. It wasn't entirely clear if it was an acknowledgement or an exclamation, but Fio didn't wait to find out. She clambered out of the pillow pit she'd been sharing with Yan and trotted up to the bridge. She was still nude save for her unbuttoned jacket, and her thighs glistened with a combination of saliva and her own secretions. <br><br>She plopped herself down in the captains seat just as Diane's voice crackled across the radio. Fio frowned. Hostiles? Why were they even down there already? She'd said she would just be a minute... But then it had been quite a bit more than a minute, and it's not like they couldn't handle a simple salvage themselves... Of course it didn't sound like it was very simple anymore. <br><br>Blue-eyed huh... so TESLA. But wait, why the hell was TESLA coming in guns blazing when they had hired them to come get the thing in the first place? Fio frowned and leaned forward, punching some buttons on the console. Was it miscommunication? Unlikely. Then perhaps an internal dispute? Possible. The place they'd been asked to deliver the cargo wasn't one of TESLA's main operations... Fio brought the contract back up on her screen. There it was. Tashi station. Kind of a junky little moon colony orbiting a gas giant in a remote pass-through system. Basically a glorified gas station. It had a nominal membership in the fringe alliance, but wasn't important enough for anyone to care either way.<br><br>She clicked on the intercom. "Girls, we've got trouble. Someone bring me my boots and my gun." She sighed. "And I guess my pants."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Where is the ship in relation to the wreck? Also, Fio's gonna check the sensors to see if she can find the enemy ship, assuming there is one.<br>Rolling dice preemptively in case that's an assessment, add the appropriate stat as you need. Ignore if no roll needed. :)<br>Summary: At 2017-05-27 23:18:11, Knarfy (uid: 59001) rolls: 2d6 Result: 5 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=103551)<br>Probably a fail, since I doubt it's based on Physique. </div></div>
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-05-2017, 20:09:40</strong>
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				<strong>Diane</strong>, the short version is that plasma bolts hurt.&nbsp; A lot.&nbsp; You take a Severe Wound: Blast-scorched.&nbsp; And you can hear Kaylee talking over the radio, but the words aren't easy to hear over the sturm undt drang of fire as you get out of the way of incoming heat.&nbsp; So you've gotten a few moments of relative safety, but you were kind of sort of the rear guard, and there's nobody between the nerdlingers and Kaylee's sweet bottom but you!<br><br><em>So...what do you do?</em><br><br>--swipe cut to---<br><br><strong>Kaylee</strong>, the good news is that you can open this.&nbsp; Easy-peasey.&nbsp; The bad news is that at least one of your very expensive and hard to replace picks is no longer a going item.&nbsp; In fact, if you hadn't dropped it as fast as you did, you'd probably be short a finger, because that was some serious acid at work.&nbsp; Someone really didn't want unauthorized personnel opening this thing!&nbsp; But you're just that damn good.<br><br>So it's open.&nbsp; No longer secure.&nbsp; But you don't get any reply from Diane, and that gunfire is getting both louder and closer!<br><br><em>What do you do?</em><br><br>--swipe cut to--<br><br><strong>Fio</strong>, you get at least part of your answer.&nbsp; Scanners bring up nothing but static and snow.&nbsp; Maybe there's something about this planet that does this.&nbsp; Maybe someone has some serious jamming tech up and running.&nbsp; Either way, you're sitting blind on the ground at the moment!&nbsp; And you're stuck waiting for your fighting trousers to arrive.<br><br><em>Good question--how close DID you land to the target?</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>30-05-2017, 03:55:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s6.postimg.org/v1n2jvf7l/SpaceBun.png)</div>"Great. Nothing on the scope." Fio scowled at the display. The honeypot was parked on an old lakebed a few miles away from the wreck. Diane and the others had taken the Nighthare over to the site. Even so, this was a space ship. A few miles was practically next door as far as it was concerned. <br><br>Just then, the comm crackled with the distinct sound of the interference caused by a heavy plasma discharge, followed by sounds of pain. Fio's eyes narrowed, and her lips compressed into a tight line. She thumbed the intercom just as Silke walked in with her boots and gun. "Hold on girls, we're going in hot!"<br><br>Fio vaulted over her console and into the pilots seat while Silke scurried over to the nearest console to strap in. While they hadn't expected trouble, they also hadn't expected to be staying here long, so while the engines weren't hot, they weren't off either. It only took a few seconds to get the old bird fired up, and moments later it was lurching into the air amidst a plume of dust and plasma. She oriented the ship towards the wreck and started the arming sequence for the main gun. If those blue eyed punks thought they'd brought the biggest gun to <em>this </em>fight, they were in for a rude surprise...
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				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>30-05-2017, 22:06:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/DianeKeynes2.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;Pain, searing throbbing pain spread over her back as the plate of her armour transferred a chunk of heat before ablating off, saving her life at least. Diane ducked through the doorway put her back to the wall, and yowled. Still, she was breathing, wasn't trapped yet, and damn well wasn't going to let herself die because of Dear Captain Fio's fuck-up. Her robotic fingers flexed as she pondered the sweet payment she might extract from the long-eared girl. Suddenly inspiration hits!<br><br>&nbsp;Wincing with each kick, Diane shoves the bulkhead door shut, hoping it'll at least take the heavy weapon or some concentrated fire to blow through it. A twist of her wrist and the palm of her robotic hand irises open to reveal the lens of a laser weapon, the throbbing red beam of which runs along the join of the door, trying to weld it shut, or at least heat-jam it.
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				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>31-05-2017, 18:07:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo191/Gunmetal_Discord/Catgirls%20and%20Rayguns_zpsma7rzco0.png)</div>Kaylee tossed the sizzling pick to the steel grating with a sharp ping, biting her lip as she swallowed back a string of invective.&nbsp; Well, <i>that</i> raised her overhead a bit; hopefully her looter’s instincts panned out.&nbsp; Resting her hands against the lid, her ears swiveled slightly as the sound of a heavy plasma repeater echoed off the bulkheads … well, that’d be the heavy weapons Diane had mentioned.&nbsp; Still, wasn’t that an awful lot of firepower to bring to bear against once person?<br><br>“Diane?” she queried, “That’s an <i>awful</i> lot of shooting back there … you still alive?”<br><br>She pushed the lid off the crate without waiting for an answer.&nbsp; Had to keep her eye on the prize, after all.&nbsp; Besides, even if everything had gone pear-shaped, she might be able to use the contents as a bargaining chip to get out with her skin attached.
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				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>31-05-2017, 19:00:30</strong>
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				Diane flicked her radio on. "Yeah, somehow! They are covering the helm where we came in, so I'm trying to seal the door to buy us some time. Found anything we can actually extract yet? Kind of left my power-loader at home."
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				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-06-2017, 05:39:32</strong>
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				--swipe cut and quick rewind to--<br><br><strong>Seraphime</strong>, you drew outer perimeter duty on this run, so although you weren't in much of a position to immediately assist Diane when all the fun began, you also have the element of surprise on your side since you're pretty sure TESLA didn't bother doing a proper scouting job before crashing the party.<br><br><em>What kind of inhospitable terrain are we dealing with outside the crashed ship? And why didn’t you see the TESLA troop transport shuttles until they started disgorging those troops?</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>02-06-2017, 15:51:13</strong>
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				&nbsp;Seraphim had found a rocky outcropping along the perimeter of the wreck that led to a cave. Being trained in military protocol she went to check the cave for survivors as it was the logical place to seek shelter after the crash. She found only the remains of the one poor crewman. She took the girl's data tags and make sure that at least her family knew she was lost and they could begin the grieving process. She had begun to grab her shovel to dig he girl a grave when she heard the shuttles fly in overhead. "Oh fuck!" she said already having a bad feeling about that one.<br><br>&nbsp;As she came up over the ridge with little effort in her large armor her rifle in hand she saw the TESLA troopers. "Oh I see how that goes eh. You wanna play dirty you blue eyed fuck heads. That's fine by me." she said lifting her HV rifle and taking aim at one of the TESLA troopers moving on Diane before opening fire. <br><br>OOC: Okay someone will have to guide me through this part. I'm doing this as it is ad hock now. So in the OOC thread explain to me what modifiers I add to what kind of roll. Oh and Quick note to the GM. I'm wearing the Battle plate listed in the Assets book. It' my Class 2 item. The "HV" is short for High Velocity. i.e. the rifle has the penetrating quality as one of my Class 1 Assets.&nbsp; <br><br>OOC +1: Okay so if I heard the rules right, I fired my rifle using my Mettle score of +2. <br>At 2017-06-02 08:59:07, Sessha (uid: 12531) rolls: 2d6 Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=103754) So with a 9 on the roll +2 that's an 11 right? Do I control or what?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-06-2017, 03:43:19</strong>
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				<strong>Seraphime</strong>, the only good thing about your technical dereliction of duty (you were the designated lookout, after all) is that you were also not around to be spotted by the TESLA types on their approach!&nbsp; And while this is probably the worst case of tactical pre-positioning you've ever been in from a purely professional point of view, it has some advantages.&nbsp; For instance, none of the goons are looking in your general direction as you line up that first shot and take out one of their number in a satisfyingly messy fashion.<br><br>However, the heavy weapons section takes notice and breaks off trying to shoot up the interior of the wreck to send a bit of heat your way.&nbsp; They don't really need to know exactly where you are to ruin your day.&nbsp; So an adjustment in your position is probably a good idea.<br><br><em>What do you do?</em><br><br><strong>Diane</strong>, something's changed.&nbsp; You can hear the enemy's fire slackening a bit.&nbsp; And you can probably get back to the hold easily enough without too much risk of a repeat injury.&nbsp; Maybe.&nbsp; If whatever's distracting them isn't them moving into a crossfire position.<br><br><em>What do you do?</em><br><br><strong>Kaylee</strong>, you have the crate open.&nbsp; Let's hope the deal wasn't to deliver the contents still sealed in.&nbsp; But now you have a more interesting situation to deal with!<br><br><em>What does the container hold, and why would you never knowingly transport it?</em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>03-06-2017, 04:43:34</strong>
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				&nbsp;Seraphim nods satisfactory watching the TESLA's head explode in a splatter in a shower of gore. However I'm going to move to the nearby piece of thick debris from crashed ship to take cover from return fire as I set-up for the next shot. If I can get around to their flank I want to put a bullet from my Gauss rifle into that Heavy's brain pan. I am going to treat this like a sniper would do it. Fire and move position to keep them off their game of wondering who the heck if shooting at them. Give the group inside enough time to catch them in a crossfire with me and them. If I can't get the heavy just yet I'll put down another trooper.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>05-06-2017, 00:28:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/DianeKeynes2.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;"Kaylee! I'm coming your way. Looks like Fio's got something taking heat off us. Unless we are now part of a three-way, which are not quite as fun when they use plasma!" Diane called on the radio, giving the bulkhead a spiteful kick and hoping it was moderately stuck at the least as her laser switched off at the edges of the door hissed and glowed red. Pushing off from her covers, she scrambles along the corridor crouched down, on a hand and her feet, the other keeping her sidearm ready as she tried to keep a low-profile and handle the incline of the crashed ship. "Do we have eyes on the actual point of this whole mess yet, Kaylee? If we gotta drag a crate between us, it might get dicey."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>05-06-2017, 09:36:31</strong>
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				The lid of the crate dropped to the metal grill with an ominous “doom-doom” that echoed off of the high ceiling of the cargo hold.&nbsp; Pale golden light shone up from the stark black crate, a gleam reflecting in Kaylee’s eyes.&nbsp; She took a deep breath, almost as if she was afraid of what sound might escape her as she reached in.&nbsp; Set within the case was a long glass cylinder containing countless dozens of small glass spheres suspended in a kind of amber fluid.&nbsp; Seeing the shadow of something towards the top, Kaylee ran her hand along the surface of the canister, wiping away a thin layer of condensation from the cold surface of the case.<br><br>“Oooooooooooh . . . <i>shit</i>.” she breathed slightly, seeing a green and gold shield emblazoned with the sign of a rearing gryphon flanked by the distinctive silhouette of I-9 Phased Pulse Rifles.&nbsp; There wasn’t a soul on Desul-8 who wouldn’t recognize the name Zouf embossed along the bottom, “They actually did it.”<br><br>The Zouf family was one of the bigger losers of the First Sphere War, new-age aristocracy who’d backed the Core Worlds bid for sovereign control of the Fringes before the ICTA went “neutral party”.&nbsp; Lacking support from their neighbors, the entire line was supposed to have been wiped out during the war, leaving the planet Kargel incapacitated with its own succession war and miring one of the key access roads to the Fringer’s trailing flank with constant infighting.&nbsp; In a recorded message sent out from the final bombardment though, Ezekiel Zouf swore his family would return from the ashes, reclaim their birthright, and take revenge against those responsible for their fall.<br><br>And now she was looking at a storage case containing the genetic material for at least a regiment of clones modified with some absolutely <i>obscene</i> soldier boosts.&nbsp; Nine to one, their basic template was built on the Zouf family’s own … the Zouf’s had probably made provisions to allow their army of inheritors to have legal claim on the family’s ancestral lands.&nbsp; Still, the embryos would need to be thawed out, grown, trained … TESLA might be the only organization with the facilities to let the little monsters grow to their full potential.&nbsp; The question was, were they trying to honor a deal with the ghost of the Zoufs, or trying to cover up their involvement in this mad scheme?<br><br>Either way, Kaylee was disinclined to have the Zoufs back in the land of the living … it was <i>their</i> ships who’d blockaded Desul-8 in her youth.&nbsp; Years of curling into dark corners, eating grubs, and filtering warm rusty water with a few layers of cloth so she could drink it without gagging tickled at the back of her mind.&nbsp; Diane’s voice chimed breathlessly in her ear … she sounded hurt.&nbsp; Kaylee bit her bottom lip and hesitated a moment before answering.<br><br>“Yeah.&nbsp; Yeah, I’ve got it.&nbsp; Shit.”&nbsp; She hissed, “Seed for a crop of gene-modded soldiers.&nbsp; We can make do without the crate, but the core unit is pretty fragile.&nbsp; Any stray fire and the whole crop could be contaminated…” she gripped the edge of the box tightly.<br><br>“I hate to leave money on the table, but maybe we should drop a grenade in the box and cut our losses.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 05:07:35</strong>
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				<strong>Seraphim</strong>, fire and movement is indeed the name of the game, and working your way around the flank to line up a shot on that heavy weapon section is almost child's play between the scattered bits of wreckage and the jagged, rocky terrain.&nbsp; They do finally manage to get a bead on you, but too late to save the gunner you targeted, and you manage to duck back into cover just ahead of the volley of plasma bolts sent your way.<br><br>Moments later you hear the welcome sound of <em>Honeypot</em>'s engines as Captain Fio (or possibly one of her Pussy Posse) moves the old crate into a covering position...and the TESLA types do the second dumbest thing a pack of gropos can do under these circumstances.<br><br><em>What do you do?</em><br><br><strong>Diane</strong>, enemy fire is definitely slacking off!&nbsp; And that sounds like ship engines on a low and slow approach.&nbsp; Could be <em>Honeypot</em>.&nbsp; In the meantime, you hurt like hell.&nbsp; Lucky for you that your armor stopped some of that, huh?&nbsp; You might want to rest for a mome...wait.&nbsp; You heard something!&nbsp; Sounds suspiciously like someone trying to outflank your nicely secured door!<br><br><em>What do you do?</em><br><br><strong>Kaylee</strong>, you're looking at a major payoff...which might also just be the worst thing to happen to the sector in a long, long time.&nbsp; Even as you stare at the stomach-churning horror of the contents of this crate, you vaguely sense the lessening of fire.<br><br><em>What do you do?</em><br><br><strong>Fio</strong>, you manage to get Honeypot into a perfect covering position to support your girls.&nbsp; Unfortunately, the nature of the terrain stops anything bigger than a shuttle from trying to land close enough to the wreck, and it also provides ample cover for the TESLA squaddies.&nbsp; These last have apparently decided that a quixotic display of macho defiance is in order, because you find out that they have a heavy weapons section when it opens up on the ship. So does the squad fanned out around it, popping up from cover every so often to add their own bolts to the heat coming your way.<br><br>Not that this is going to do more than scratch the paint job.&nbsp; But it does a nice job of blinding your sensors and holding your attention.&nbsp; Not to mention that you can't recover your own people (and that very lucrative salvage) while they're out here.<br><br><em>What do you do?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 06:33:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s6.postimg.org/v1n2jvf7l/SpaceBun.png)</div>"You little fuckers..." Fio murmured as she maneuvered the ship to face the TESLA troops on the ground, fire pinging off the mostly decommissioned gunboat's armor. "Their weapons don't even trigger the deflector screens..." she murmured, sticking a leg out for Silke to dress.<br><br>Just then, Kaylee's voice crackled in on the radio...<br><br>"Gene modded soldier embryos? What the fuck?" Fio's reply over the comms sounded annoyed, then muted as she covered the mic with a hand, <span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"No girl! Boots, don't bother with the pants!"</span> <br><br>"Ahm, anyway, you ladies hurry up and get that secure. Try to get it on the Nighthare and we'll link up in flight. I'll try and give you some cover." The comms were interrupted by a sudden burst of intense static as the 'mostly' part of the Honeypot's decommissioning sent a grav-boosted particle beam blasting into the middle of TESLA's position like a bolt of especially angry lightning.<br><br>"Hey..." Fio's voice crackled as the local radio net recovered. "Do you think we could find someone to mess with all those clones to make them female... and hot?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Summary: At 2017-06-07 20:03:12, Knarfy (uid: 59001) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=103940)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 18:20:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo191/Gunmetal_Discord/Catgirls%20and%20Rayguns_zpsma7rzco0.png)</div>“ … “ Kaylee looked at the long refrigerated cylinder for a moment longer, her greed and good sense warring with each other as the gunfire began to quiet down. <br><br>“Screw it, we can always space the thing later.” She finally decided, shrugging out of the black bag she’d brought along for the sake of any incidental salvage that caught her eye along the way.&nbsp; This whole canister was going to be easier to move with proper handholds, she figured, wrapping the expandable fabric tightly around the glass cylinder and hauling it out again with a grunt.&nbsp; Letting the bag hang from her shoulder, she took a step back.<br><br>Making a somewhat lop-sided jog back up the hall, she started the climb back up the partially collapsed entry hall.<br><br>“Diane, can you make it to junction K-7?” she asked “We should link back up.”<br><br>She rolled her eyes helplessly as her Captain transmitted her incidental musings over their comms.&nbsp; It probably <i>could</i> be done … but you’d need something like TESLA’s resources, and it wasn’t like they were in a position to support an army of super-enhance space amazons.&nbsp; Nevermind the mass amounts of “Death by Snoo-Snoo” that were likely to follow, if Fio got to set the parameters.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 21:05:46</strong>
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				&nbsp;Seraphim dove behind that piece of wreckage as the troopers finally got their shit together to draw down on her. "I was wondering when you idiots were going to figure it out." she said to herself as she ducked from the volley of plasma bolts that shot overhead. "Man I fucking hate you guys. You get all the nice toys." she says watching the <em>Honeypot</em> arrive on scene and the troopers turn their attention to it. "Now I'm jealous." she said with a grin as they stupidly opened up on it before Fio decided to teach them what exactly a proper plasma bolt could do to someone. "Ouch that smarts." she said reaching for her radio. "Hey Kay! Di! You girls got a line on that cargo and do you need help with it? Fio just gave the whole trooper squad their Darwin awards." she said moving to the next piece of cover just in case the troopers weren't exactly dead from the giant shipboard plasma bolt Fio just fired.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 22:37:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/DianeKeynes2.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;"Can try at least, Kaylee. Sera? Can you get any eyes on the Nighthare?" Diane worried about TESLA getting in their shuttle, but it was hard enough to detect on sensors there'd be a good chance they'd not found it. Pausing to take a long glug from her hipflask, she gritted her teeth against the pain. "Warning though might have a second squad coming in where the starboard engine sheered off." Looking around the corners and listening out for more booted feet, Diane tried to move quickly to K-7, hoping the noise from outside will make her a little harder to notice.<br><br>She didn't know what to say about prize they'd found. The family they came from had been awful, of course. But moreso than anyone else? The pilot wasn't so sure. Then Diane remember Kaylee's homeworld, and she sighed, keying in a message just to the catgirl. "I won't judge if you smash them, but if you want to be sure we'll need fire or something."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>08-06-2017, 00:28:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo191/Gunmetal_Discord/Catgirls%20and%20Rayguns_zpsma7rzco0.png)</div>"Trust me, I wish it was that easy."&nbsp; Kaylee responded, waving from the intersection as she heard Diane moving up the hall, "The Smuggler's Oath of Desul is straight forward though.&nbsp; Get Home, Get Paid, Get Even.&nbsp; Right now, getting you back to the Nighthare is the priority, and the Zoufian legacy is the best shield I have to offer."<br><br>She took a moment to point down the hall, "We'll try and circle around the blue-eyes and make it to the observation deck.&nbsp; It's intact, but you should be able to cut through the view port."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-06-2017, 21:44:32</strong>
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				<strong>Fio</strong>, your presence is clearly giving the TESLA gang something to think about, and their fire quickly slackens off as the survivors find much heavier cover to hide behind.&nbsp; From up here, you can see that your friends have a pretty clear path to the Nighthare...well, clear so far as the TESLA goons outside the hull are concerned.&nbsp; You can't do much about any remaining inside.<br><br>On the other hand, something to consider--you haven't detected whichever base or mothership sent forth this interruption, but the shuttles you can see are like the Nighthare.&nbsp; They're not long range transports.So dawdling might be a bad idea.<br><br><em>What do you do?</em><br><br><strong>Seraphim</strong>, you can rest on your laurels for about half a second.&nbsp; Looks like the OPPFOR are all keeping their heads down, which is a good idea with <em>Honeypot</em> up there providing a little direct fire support.&nbsp; If you can link up with Diane and Kaylee, you should be able to get this show back on the road in short order!&nbsp; At least until the TESLA goons decide to risk drawing the Wrath of Goddard down on their heads again.<br><br>But there's something weird about this tactical situation, something out of place, and now that you aren't immediately in the thick of it, it's pretty obvious.&nbsp; <em>What's putting your hackles up about this?</em><br><br><strong>Kaylee</strong>, <strong>Diane</strong>, now that you've linked up, it's theoretically an easy thing to get where you need to go!&nbsp; But...well, one of you is pretty banged up, and the other is carrying this less than convenient cylinder, and there may still be someone stalking you through other bits of the wreckage, so this could be a close run thing to get there.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Movin' It!</div><div class="spoiler_body">Face Adversity for Kaylee, +Physique due to Clumsiness.&nbsp; Diane may try to Get Involved if she wishes, probably +Physique to help carry or +Mettle to pathfind and clear the way.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>14-06-2017, 12:29:51</strong>
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				&nbsp;Sera didn't like this situation one bit. Something about the way they were moving just didn't fit in her mind. Her Dogiesn Space Marine training told her things were not what they seemed. <em>"Think Sera. Think."</em> she mentally chided herself as she thought back to it. "They came in low and fast using short range shuttles. That means either A they got something in orbit. Or B, we stumbled on a TESLA base." she said linking in to Fio. "Hey Fio have one of those bridge bunnies of yours do a scan of orbit and then look for high energy output on the planet. Look for unique Thelaron radiation emissions consistent with TESLA Cloaking tech." she said switching frequencies. "Di. Kay. I'm moving to the Nighthare. If you need my assistance with anything you need only ask." she said to them. Her Space Marine training and Dogisa's High G world had made her an amazon of a woman who could handle herself in most situations. Hell it also made her good for a pack mule as well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>14-06-2017, 23:46:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/DianeKeynes2.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;"Eh, I've been hurt worse." Diane quipped with a wince as she met up with Kaylee, kissing her robotic fingertips and patting them on the catgirl's cheek. Pulling another swig from her hipflask, the spacer moved past Kaylee, glancing at her sidearm to check it was ready for action. The hole in the back of her armour showed the fresh red marks of the burns against the older scars that had cost her her arm to begin with. "Probably will be again if I keep working with Fio." A slow shrug leading to a stumble at the unexpected discomfort of the gesture.<br><br>&nbsp;"Just keep our approach clear, Sera. We might come in running pretty fast. And, don't accidentally shoot us?" Calling into the radio as she waved Kaylee closer, frowning at her trouble with the bulky device. "Aw, fuck it, take my gun, we need to move." She offers Kaylee her sidearm, then grabs one side of the bag with her normal arm, uncovering her laser's lens and holding out her prosethetic ready to fire at any suprise guests.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Dice</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Get Involved, +phys meaning +0<br>Roll Result: Ty rolled: 2d6<br>Comment: UnchartedWorlds<br>Result: 3, 5, <br>Total: 8 </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>16-06-2017, 05:23:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s6.postimg.org/v1n2jvf7l/SpaceBun.png)</div>Fio smiled smugly as the TESLA interlopers ran and hid. "And that's why you don't bring a rifle to a spaceship fight." She frowned. "Speaking of spaceships..."<br><br>Fio checked the scope again, but it was still all fuzzy. She thumbed the intercom: "Therria! You're an academy graduate, get down to engineering and see if you can boost the sensors. The rest of you help out. Do what she tells you!" She stuck out her other foot for Silke to stick her boot on. "Go on, you too." She shooed the half-naked girl off the bridge before turning her attention back to the ground below.<br><br>Her voice called out on the radio: "The chumps outside seem to be happy to lay low, but I don't know how much time we've got before reinforcements show up. So don't dawdle."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2017-06-15 22:22:22, Knarfy (uid: 59001) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=104173)<br>Shockingly enough, the sexpots aren't great at engineering xD</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-06-2017, 05:00:51</strong>
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				<strong>Fio</strong>, after a few hare-raising moments, the scanner seems to clear up...Therrria must have found the right switch or figured out the modulation to filter out or whatever it is that those boffins do to make problems like fuzzed-up scanner reads cease and desist.&nbsp; Only you probably wish she hadn't because now you have a much better idea of where those attack shuttles came from.<br><br>That's really rather quite a large ship.&nbsp; Sleek and deadly as any other TESLA design: basic black with ominous red neon piping here and there.&nbsp; Gives the unmistakable impression that it doesn't jump to hyperspace so much as slide right in between metadimensional layers like a shark zipping merrily along.&nbsp; Must be a new class, too, because you haven't seen anything this big so far out on the Frontier before.<br><br>Not being here is probably a good idea.&nbsp; <em>What do you do?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>22-06-2017, 07:06:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s6.postimg.org/v1n2jvf7l/SpaceBun.png)</div>"Uh oh..." Fio didn't like the look of that thing one bit. The Honeypot was a tough old bird, but she wasn't <em>that</em> tough.<br><br>"Ladies, we have some serious opposition in the sky. You need to get your sweet little asses to that shuttle and into the air <em>pronto</em>. I'm going to try and maneuver the Honeypot out of the line of fire. If it comes down to getting out with the goods or getting out at all, let em have the stupid can."<br><br>Fio's hands flew across the console, plotting the relative positions of the TESLA ship and the Honeypot and comparing it to the topographical scans. "Come on... there's got to be a place to hide around here..." she murmured to herself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>23-06-2017, 19:50:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo191/Gunmetal_Discord/Catgirls%20and%20Rayguns_zpsma7rzco0.png)</div>Kaylee winced sympathetically when she caught a glimpse of the hole in Diane’s armor.&nbsp; Still, it didn’t seem like Diane was going to let a little thing like some plasma burns slow her down, so Kaylee tried to put her concern aside for the moment.&nbsp; She took the offered CLI manufactured sidearm and gave it a quick once-over before stuffing it in the waistband of her shorts where she could quickly get at it if necessary.<br><br>“You wear the arm well, but that doesn’t mean you need to be in a rush to get more tin bits.” She finally responded with a smile, shifting her grip to better distribute it with the other crew member.&nbsp; “Alright, together now.”<br><br>“One.” She said lowly, taking her first step with the left foot, “Two” she followed, stepping with the right, “One” a third step, as she tried to set up the rhythm so they could move smoothly.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Overcoming Adversity</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Roll Result: Kaylee Scratam rolled: 2d6, adding -1 to the total<br>Comment: Physically Facing Adversity to try and outflank TLI and get out of here with the loot.<br>Result: 2, 5, <br>Total: 6 <br>Oof, I botched it by my lousy Physique exactly.<br>So, because Diane got involved we can raise that to a Partial Success … but she’ll have to take a cost, complication, or hard choice so that I in turn can take a cost or hard choice.&nbsp; Or, we can just straight up be cut off from escape.&nbsp; Decisions decisions.[/Dice]<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>23-06-2017, 22:35:09</strong>
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				&nbsp;Sera could only nod her head when they asked her to go make sure the <em>Nighthare</em> was safe enough for them to come out. Then came Fio's message about the TESLA cruiser in orbit. "Damnit!" she cursed hoping she'd been wrong and it was just a soldier's paranoia kicking in. She then decided to double time it back over to their shuttle. As she approached the shuttle Sera was looking around to see if anyone might have gone into the ship itself. She wasn't going to chance just walking up the ramp and run right into a TESLA squad. That would not end well for anyone. So cautiously she moved up to the ramp her gun held at the ready just incase she needed to use it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-06-2017, 21:41:38</strong>
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				<strong>Kaylee</strong> and <strong>Diane</strong>, the good news is that you get clear of the wreck with this week's McGuffin still intact.&nbsp; And for a change, the way between you and the Nighthare is not strewn with proximity-fuzed antipersonnel mines.<br><br>That's about as good as it gets, because the TESLAs are rallying, and you can see a new wave of their attack shuttles streaming straight for the site in an arc that's going to make life Way Too Difficult down here in short order.&nbsp; So here's the ugly truth:<br><br>You can try to dash straight for the <em>Nighthare</em> at the risk of getting hit by a stray blaster bolt, but probably be able to lift off before taking any fire from those incoming shuttles.&nbsp; Or you can use that bit of cover over there and that bit there to panzerbush your way to safety but at the risk of getting shot up before you can dock with Honeypot.<br><br><em>What do you do?</em><br><br><strong>Sera</strong>, you think that maybe the TESLA types are rallying out there.&nbsp; Their fire is starting to concentrate again.&nbsp; And you think you see more assault shuttles on the way.&nbsp; Oh, and look!&nbsp; There are your two crew-mates on the far side of no-smart-sentient's-land.&nbsp; They could probably use a bit of covering fire if they're gonna make it back over here safely.&nbsp; Or you can go get Nighthare warmed up and ready to fly the second they get boots on the landing ramp.<br><br><em>What do you do?</em><br><br><br>Guess this isn't your month, <strong>Fio</strong>.&nbsp; Moving Honeypot to a better tactical position is a pretty good idea.&nbsp; <em>How are&nbsp; you doing that?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>27-06-2017, 12:06:36</strong>
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				&nbsp;"Damnit. Fuck I hate it when this shit happens." she said seeing the shuttles off in the distance coming at them. This was going to be rough so she decided the best thing to do was to get that covering fire back up and running. So she grabbed her radio. "Fio get that energy cannon on those blasted troops. Keep breaking them up and get that damn hatch open for us." she said running into the ship itself to get it primed and ready. Though as she ran up the ramp she turned her rifle towards the TESLA troopers and squeezed off a shot or two in their direction as she made up the ramp. "We really, really need to invest in a PDS for these kinds of missions. But no Fio had to have the Energy cannon." she grumbled a bit as she began running the shuttle through it's warm up procedures.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>28-06-2017, 04:38:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s6.postimg.org/v1n2jvf7l/SpaceBun.png)</div>"Fuck." It wasn't really a surprise. Barring a convenient mountain or something, there weren't many ways to hide a big girl like the Honeypot from something that high up. Of course, it didn't help that this particular locale was <em>especially</em> flat. <br><br>"Well, can't get out of the line of fire, then lets get <em>in</em> to the line of fire they don't like..."<br><br>Fio dropped altitude and angled the Honeypot somewhere vaguely in between the incoming TESLA ship and their own ground troops. If TESLA fired on her now, any miss would risk hitting their own troops, and even hits could cause them plenty of grief from shield discharges. Capital weapons were no joke. In these conditions, it was actually worse to be <em>near </em>a ship taking fire than it was to be in it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>02-07-2017, 21:25:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/DianeKeynes2.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;"Not a great rush for more surgery I'll admit." Diane winced and stepped in time with Kaylee's words. Glancing up a the whine of incoming shuttle engines, she spat angrily. "Ngh. Fraid to say, I'm not kitted out like Sera is. Another shot and you'll be choosing between me and prize, sweetie. Come on, short dashes, shade to shade. I can probably dodge the Nighthare around pretty good, even if we launch under fire."<br><br>&nbsp;Looking around at various bright lights, Diane jerks her head to the first bit of cover, trying to lead Kaylee through a short but safer route than hoping TESLA troops can't aim.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-07-2017, 22:45:13</strong>
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				<strong>Fio</strong>, you get Honeypot into a nice covering position easily enough--odds are you'll be able to recover the Nighthare without the shuttle getting strafed to bits, especially with your shields in the way!&nbsp; Now the important question is whether your away team will be able to get on board before something else goes wrong!<br><br><strong>Sera</strong>, you get the Nighthare up to speed easily enough...and as fast as the clock is ticking, your adrenaline is still high when you hear the boots thudding up the ramp behind you.<br><br><strong>Kaylee</strong> and <strong>Diane</strong>, panzerbushing works out pretty well, and with the helpful shadow of Honeypot above you to make life interesting for the goons, you make it to the shuttle without further mishap.&nbsp; Once you're on your way up the landing ramp some of them squeeze off a few blasts, but nothing comes close to hitting.<br><br>After that, getting up to Honeypot is almost but not quite duck soup, since the gropos don't have enough heavy gear capable of punching the hull, and Honeypot is already warmed up for a high-speed evasive exit!&nbsp; And as soon as the shuttle is on board, the rest of the crew sing out, informing Captain Fio that they are good to go whenever she's ready to get the hell away from that massive TESLA ship!<br><br>--swipe cut to---<br><br>Honeypot leaves orbit in all haste, the TESLA superwhatsis lurking in the background, clearly silhouetted against the planetary surface and approaches the minimum safe jump distance.&nbsp; Time to reconvene for a quick conference?&nbsp; Get Diane to medbay, perhaps?&nbsp; Figure out what to do with this bulky cannister of not at all legal clone seeds?<br><br><em>What do you do?</em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>09-07-2017, 10:52:24</strong>
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				&nbsp;As soon as they were air born Sera made to begin undressing from her thick armored battleplate. Once she was done she settled back into the uniform jumpsuit she had kept with her. It was after all her uniform that had earned and purchased, despite what things might have happened. Soon enough they were back on the <em>Honeypot</em> and Fio's harem was busy unloading the cargo. She turned to Diana. "Come on lets see if we can't get your checked out in the medbay." she said to her before turning to Kay. "Why don't you join us and tell us about that cargo we just got our butts shot up over." she said to the&nbsp; catgirl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>10-07-2017, 05:34:56</strong>
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				"Well, that was a thing..." Fio flopped back into the pilots seat with a sigh as the Honeypot darted out-system towards the jump point. They were far enough ahead now that the autopilot could take over. "Nothing's ever allowed to be easy is it..." She grumbled to herself, then thumbed the comm. "Good work everyone. Silke, get up here and keep an eye on the helm would you? Away team, meet me in the medbay for debrief."<br><br>Fio paced the bridge while she waited for Silke to arrive. Everything would probably be fine, but it was bad practice to leave the helm untended, and this wasn't the time to take risks. When the half-kott finally arrived, Fio pulled her aside for a quick grope and a hungry kiss... and then a little more groping and petting and a few 'good girl's before finally tearing herself away and leaving a shaky legged Silke to settle into the pilot's seat. <br><br>Fio arrived last at the 'med-bay' of the Honeypot, having seemingly forgotten that she never got around to putting on pants. It wasn't much more than a few cots and cabinets of supplies, far from a surgical center, but it was better than nothing. "You gonna make it Diane?" Fio trotted over to take a closer look.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>16-07-2017, 22:23:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/DianeKeynes2.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;Diane had stagger through the Honeypot to their space for medical care, sitting on a cot as she undid what fastenings weren't melted and peeled the armour off her body. Her back hunched both from the burns and trying not to knock her head on the curve of the ceiling of the cramped space. Pulling open a cabinet, she jabs an injector into her shoulder, self-medicating some painkillers with a sullen grunt. With a lack of concern for nudity common with the crew, Diane turned her back to let Sera look it over. "Not burnt through to any too serious I hope. Considering I'm still breathing alright."<br><br>&nbsp;As she head Fio approach, Diane palmed her face with a sigh. "I don't know, Fio. I feel pretty rough. Wanna let me slap the fuck out of you to give me the will to live?" The spacer snarked in a familiarly grumpy way. "Bonus points if I can use my metal hand." She barks a laugh, then winces as it pulls at the scorched flesh. "But seriously. What the double fuck? Where did we dig up the lead for this job again? Feels like we took a ton of heat for a bag of shit."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>21-07-2017, 05:43:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s6.postimg.org/v1n2jvf7l/SpaceBun.png)</div>"Ha." Fio grinned at Diane. "It'd take more slap than you can muster to get all the fuck out of <em>me</em>." Her grin was quickly replaced by a look of concern when she caught sight of the gnarly burn on the other woman's back. "Oh that does look awful... Let me see what we've got for burns..."<br><br>Fio rooted through the cabinets, muttering as she tossed aside little plastic packets and nondescript boxes. "Expired... hangover-cure... anti-narcotic... narcotic... Oh, lube..." She tucked a small bottle into a pocket on her jacket. "Bandages... eyedrops... Aha!" She turned around, holding a large flat packet triumphantly.<br><br>"Smartskin compress. I knew we still had a few of these lying around!" It only took a few seconds to strip off the package and apply the high-tech bandage to Diane's back. It felt pleasantly cool and tingly as the smartskin oozed across the wound, deadening the pain and darkening to match her skin tone. By the time it was finished, the area of Diane's injury was almost indistinguishable from the rest of her back. Only the slightly glossy sheen of the artificial skin gave it away.<br><br>"There, that should take care of that." Fio took a seat on the other bed. "As for why everything went tits up..." She shrugged, frowning. "Fuck if I know. I'm about as pissed off about it as you are. Lorenzo <em>swore</em> up and down that this was just an easy recovery job. Just an old wreck&nbsp; from the sphere wars transporting a data core from an obscure research project that TESLA finally scraped up enough fucks to want back." She sighed. "Knowing him, the skinny little pencil pusher probably got played as much as we did. He doesn't seem the type to be involved in sneaky plots to recover a bunch of super-soldiers. I guess the real question now is what do we do with the stupid things?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2017-07-20 22:26:32, Knarfy (uid: 59001) rolls: 2d6a1 Result: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=105447)<br>Should be good enough to recover that serious wound!</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-07-2017, 02:20:38</strong>
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				<strong>Fio</strong>, that, regrettably, is the <em>last</em> smartskin compress in Medical, so arranging restock at some point in the near future is probably a very good idea.&nbsp; However, now <strong>Diane</strong> is on the mend, or will be once she has a few days to rest up.&nbsp; Fortunately, it'll take you a while to get to the rendezvous point with the original patron.<br><br>Sera, you can rest secure in a job well done.&nbsp; You got the others back to Honeypot, got to fire off a few weapons, kicked some ass...it's been a good day.<br><br>For the moment, at least, you're all safe and sound with the new cargo...oh, right.&nbsp; That cargo.&nbsp; That's a whole can of worms.&nbsp; A big ol' can of mutant radioactive adolescent chop-sockey grenade-launcher-toting hyperworms on drugs.&nbsp; This is gonna be a right mess, isn't it?<br><br>What do you wanna do?<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">For purposes of this game</div><div class="spoiler_body">Yes, an orgy scene counts as rest, relaxation, downtime, and a possible trigger for Close Quarters the morning after!&nbsp; Play ball...</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Also...</div><div class="spoiler_body">a problem was solved with firepower.&nbsp; Mark an XP, everybody!</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>24-07-2017, 16:25:17</strong>
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				&nbsp;Sera followed Fio and Diana into the sickbay where she began to administer to her wound. Though it seemed they were now out of smartskin compress pads. Things were interesting now. She took this time to look at Diane. It seemed Kay was no where to be found at the moment. "So what exactly did you two find down there in the wreck that those blue-eyed assholes wanted so badly they would commit that many resources to taking back?" she asked her. A Full cruiser and two fully armed assault shuttles along with A couple of squads worth of armed troopers wasn't exactly the usual TESLA SOP.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>27-07-2017, 00:22:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/DianeKeynes2.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;Diane smirked, flexing her metal fingers and watching Fio, a little resentment still bubbling away in her. "Maybe you need to fuck the slap out of me then?" Her lanky body shuddered in relief as the patch spread over her skin and did it's work. "Aw... fuck. Maybe shouldn't have shot up on painkillers too. Gonna be way too high to astrogate for a bit." Swaying, she giggled to herself, fiddling with the wrist of her prosthetic to make sure the safety on her laser was on.<br><br>&nbsp;"Mmmm. It's stuff that's kind of a big deal to Kay. So, keep it chill alright?" The spacer lent back on her hands and stretched her bare legs out, staring at her feet dazedly as she wiggles her toes. "All the ingredients to hatch a bunch of gene-modded soldiers. Crest looked like one of the guys who bombed Kaylee's folks near to extinction back in the day. Valuable, sure. Might tip the power balance in a way we don't like though." She frowned at Sera. "I should slap you about too for letting us get jumped like that." She snorts. "If I thought you'd feel it I might even try. Stupid fucking huge ass soldiers."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>27-07-2017, 05:39:54</strong>
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				&nbsp;Sera nodded her head watching the smartskin seal over Diana's injuries and such. Then came the reveal about the cargo hold. She whistled a bit about it but let her finish and even smirked a bit at her talking about slapping her for getting jumped like they had been. "Yeah I do apologize about that part. I saw cave near one of the outcroppings and old habits kicked in to check for survivors. Found some name tags but not much else. That's when I heard the ships come in." she said finally explaining her actions. "Anyway as for the cargo I'll be blunt about it. We've got three options as I see them. Number 1. We do the job as normal and turn the cargo into Lorenzo and get our money. Number 2. We stick an RFID tag on the thing broadcasting a "Hello TESLA please come pick me up.&nbsp; Lastly number three.&nbsp; We drop a grenade in the thing and then shove out the airlock into a sun and tell Lorenzo TESLA beat us to it." she said offering her blunt by the numbers opinion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>31-07-2017, 05:41:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s6.postimg.org/v1n2jvf7l/SpaceBun.png)</div>"Maybe I <em>should</em>." Fio smiled and gave Diane a look that she was all too familiar with. She started rubbing the slightly stoned woman's feet while she talked to Sera.<br><br>"Well, we definitely have more options than that, though most of them aren't particularly appetizing." She switched to the other foot. "For one, we could turn it over to the Space Patrol. This is exactly the kind of contraband they love to confiscate." Fio started working up Diane's calves. "Of course, that's the problem word: 'confiscate'. Unless there's some kind of bounty we can get this filed under, the best we could hope for is a few brownie points with the ICTA." Diane's toes suddenly felt warm and wet. It seemed that Fio had used her foot and calf massage as an excuse to wedge one of Diane's feet right between her legs.<br><br>"<em>Aha~</em>On the other hand, we could sell it on the black market. That would be the most dangerous, illegal, and profit~<em>ah!</em>~ble option. Though I'm not inclined to take it." She smiled at Sera reassuringly. "I'll give Lorenzo a call and see what he knows, then check with the Patrol to see if I can cut some kind of deal. But that can come later. How about we head to the lounge and have a little fun first?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>01-08-2017, 22:24:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo191/Gunmetal_Discord/Catgirls%20and%20Rayguns_zpsma7rzco0.png)</div>Seeing Fio and Sera trail Diane back towards the ship’s medical station (she could hardly, in good conscience, refer to it as an infirmary), Kaylee busied herself securing their cargo.&nbsp; If they’d been able to bring the crate along, maybe she’d have been content to strap it down in the cargo hold, but the buckled door had made that impossible.<br><br>The tip of her tail twitched back and forth as she set the canister atop one of tables in her workspace, meticulously sweeping over the case with a variety of bug detectors as she tried to ensure that TESLA wouldn’t be able to track them down now that they were out in the vastness of space again.&nbsp; Her pale red eyes goggled under the magnification lenses she used to examine the locking mechanism, one ear drooping off to the side as she focused and her attention to the rest of the workshop.&nbsp; Finally, she was convinced that the canister was safe, and she moved it over to a container of her own.&nbsp; Setting it carefully within, she closed the case up and pressed a key, listening to the sound as the case filled with impact resistant foam to ensure the loot could be carried safely.<br><br>Finally, she lifted up a pair of floor panels and stowed the crate underneath, the steady pulse of a pale blue light telling her the sensor baffles she’d installed when she’d joined the crew were functioning as intended.&nbsp; Someone would have to physically tear the ship apart to find the container now … or get the location from the crew somehow, she supposed.&nbsp; Either way, she set the floor panels back into place, screwing them securely down using the blade of a pocket knife.&nbsp; A quick shove partially covered the floor plating with some of her luggage, and she shrugged off her armored jacket to drape it over the top of her belongings.<br><br>Feeling the cool air of the <em>Honeypot</em> sweeping over her shoulders, she decided to catch up with the rest of the crew and make sure everything was okay.&nbsp; When they were closer to civilized space, she’d risk making a few calls and see if she couldn’t find them a better deal.&nbsp; She was <em>pretty</em> sure that she could consider being shot at by their employers soldiers qualified as a breach of contract. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>01-08-2017, 22:44:09</strong>
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				&nbsp;Could only shake her head at the way Fio began pawing all over Di before she looked over to see Kay come wandering into the medbay. "Oh hey how's it hanging kitty?" the larger athletically built Dogisan said seeing the smaller more dexterous catgirl walk into the room. "We were just discussing what to do about the cargo." she said motioning to the two on the bed before turning back to them. "Fio I'm not sure turning this thing over to the Space Patrol is a good idea either. I've heard some nasty rumors of TESLA guys showing up at ITCA facilities and some of those times when they show up weird things happen to the people in the precincts. Besides that doesn't get us paid in the least and what's to stop them from sticking us with the bill so to speak and then turning it over to TESLA to boot." she said voicing her concerns over this plan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>02-08-2017, 18:13:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo191/Gunmetal_Discord/Catgirls%20and%20Rayguns_zpsma7rzco0.png)</div>Kaylee let out a small sigh of relief as she noticed Fio providing her particular brand of aftercare to the crew’s cybernetically endowed member.&nbsp; Fio had her quirks, but she wasn’t what Kaylee would call callous.&nbsp; If she was getting handsy it was a pretty good indicator that Diane was going to be fine.<br><br>“Mmn…you know,” Kaylee said, reaching for the ceiling and arching her back as she stretched out, her eyes working their way up (and <em>up</em>) Sera’s towering form to meet her eyes, “The job stirred up some ugly memories, but I’m fine.&nbsp; Eager to get paid and put it behind us.” She hid the lie behind an easy smile.&nbsp; It was an old habit, back from when she’d been scratching out a living in the mud and rust, and when she’d been mixed up with the smuggling scene.&nbsp; Showing weakness invited attack, better to keep her feelings under wraps.&nbsp; Particularly because they <em>needed</em> to get paid, which meant she wasn’t going to be able to act on them.<br><br>“I could make some calls to people I know in the Fringe Alliance.&nbsp; I doubt they’ll pay what TESLA was offering, but they’re probably the least likely to <em>use</em> the thing as intended.” She said with a shrug, “I’d rather offer to sell it back to CLI under the guise of salvage than involve the black market.&nbsp; It might end up getting to TESLA anyway, but you can bet CLI will put the screws to ‘em and extort them for <em>way</em> more than we could.&nbsp; It’d serve ‘em right.”<br><br>“If we put it up for auction on the black market, you <em>know</em> the Wrackenroon will want it.” She said, letting her arms swing down and clasping them behind her back, “That’s probably the worst case scenario for everyone.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>05-08-2017, 19:54:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/DianeKeynes2.jpg)</div>Diane wiggled her toes and arched her back as the massage started, nodding along dopily to the discussion of what to do with the salvage. "Of course, putting out feelers will mean people will know we've got it. I don't know, not sure our budget can easily take just trashing it though." Her head tilted from side to side with low relaxing sighs before a shiver of tension runs up her. "What the--- Jeez Fio. My toes?" The pilot rolled her eyes in something approaching despair.<br><br>&nbsp;"Hey Kaylee. Good work out there." Diane smiled a little, patting next to her on the cot as she leaned back on one hand. Her leg flexed, shifting her foot to move her toes from immediate wetness and lightly pinch at Fio's mound with her big and second toe. The relaxed spread of Diane's thighs and fingers idly pawing at the cot suggested the spacer might be about to get handsy too as she looks around with a unfocused gaze.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>07-08-2017, 06:04:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s6.postimg.org/v1n2jvf7l/SpaceBun.png)</div>Fio laughed. "<em>Yes</em> your toes!" She twitched her hips appreciatively in response to Diane's pinch. "There's no part of a sexy lady that Captain Fiodora T'Janndl won't make use of!" Grinning, Fio slipped forward in a sudden but smooth motion, scooping Diane up into her arms. It was a little surprising how easily she seemed to be carrying her. She didn't look like it, especially next to Sera's amazonian physique, but Fio packed a surprising amount of strength for her size.<br><br>"Everyone is dismissed! A second, <em>optional</em> debrief will be held in the lounge!" Fio declared imperiously before trotting out of the infirmary. "Kaylee," She called behind, "Talking to the fringe isn't a bad idea. You talk to your people, I'll talk to mine. I'm sure a good option will present itself."<br><br>"But until then..." She grinned at her metal armed prisoner. "We're going to spend a little time together!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>12-08-2017, 01:12:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/DianeKeynes2.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;Diane flopped a little when picked up, taking a second or two to adjust and shift into a decently carryable state. She pouted with slightly glazed eyes at the two other crewmates as she leaned over Fio's shoulder and nibbled on a long floppy ear idly. A low giggle came forth as the pilot gave in to the situation, a metal hand closing around one of Fio's buttocks with a firm squeeze. "If either of you want to take advantage of me." She snorted a rough laugh. "Being temporarily pliable, that is. Do come along." She laughed a little more when a low buzzing sound came from her hand vibrating against Fio's buttock.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>14-08-2017, 19:32:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo191/Gunmetal_Discord/Catgirls%20and%20Rayguns_zpsma7rzco0.png)</div> “That woman is like a hurricane.”&nbsp; Kaylee mused partly to herself, laughing softly as she waved to Diane as their affectionate Captain princess carried her off to more comfortable surroundings.&nbsp; On one hand, she really wasn’t sure that she was feeling particularly celebratory at the moment, too many things were still up in the air.&nbsp; On the other, things could have gone much worse and they were still alive, doing something so life affirming was kind of tempting in its own way.&nbsp; She rolled the notion around in her head for a moment, idly looking up at Sera out of the corner of her eye.<br><br>“Hmn…” she murmured slightly, turning to face her fully and grabbing hold of one of her armor clad arms with both of her own slender limbs, giving her a comically exaggerated pull that failed to budge her in the slightest.&nbsp; “C’mon Sera, let me help you out of that tank you insist on wearing.&nbsp; I can’t imagine it’s too comfortable.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>15-08-2017, 03:04:30</strong>
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				&nbsp;Sera could only shake her head watching as Fio and Diana wandered off for their own form of after action fun. She turned to see Kay trying to pull her&nbsp; arm in the heavy armored suit itself. She offered her a light smile at her comment about the armor being uncomfortable and such and she just smiled back. "Nah not exactly. As a Dogsian Space Marine I've had to learn to live in this thing." she said with a grin to the other girl but she followed none the less. "However some company while getting out of this thing doesn't sound like too bad an idea." she said to her as she moved back towards her quarters on the ship itself. <br><br>&nbsp;Her quarters on the ship weren't luxurious by any stretch of the imagination but they were hers and that mattered most to her overall. As they entered Sera set down the helmet on the head of the mannequin in the room before removing the armored gloves herself. She allowed them to clamp around the mannequin's hands. As she pulled open a drawer and pulled out a small flute. "I've been practicing in the my off time. So if you'll help me get this armored shell off I'll play a little tune." she said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>24-08-2017, 21:47:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo191/Gunmetal_Discord/Catgirls%20and%20Rayguns_zpsma7rzco0.png)</div>“You can learn to live with all kinds of things.&nbsp; That doesn’t make ‘em comfortable.”&nbsp; Kaylee said, sticking her tongue out with a smirk as Sera mentioned she was used to the extra weight.&nbsp; Still, she followed along beside Sera as she made her way down the corridor towards the bunks.&nbsp; Compared to some ships she’d served on, the bunks aboard the Honey Pot were rather roomy … she supposed that might’ve contributed to Fio’s purchasing the thing.&nbsp; Still, Sera’s choice of décor was fairly austere.&nbsp; Utilitarian, some might say … barren, others might say less charitably.<br><br>“Oh?”&nbsp; Kaylee said, her ears perking forward slightly with obvious intrigue, “Could be interesting … haven’t been exposed to much Dogsian culture.&nbsp; Always wondered how our different hearing ranges might impact music.” She smirked a bit, kicking off her shoes before hopping up on Sera’s bunk, balancing on the balls of her feet so she could more comfortably reach up to Sera’s shoulders.<br><br>“Now … let’s see here …” she mumbled, sticking her tongue out and running her slender fingers over the plates hanging from the titanic woman’s shoulders.&nbsp; She was searching, true, but she didn’t seem confused, more intrigued.&nbsp; She avoided placed where she might get pinched by Sera’s movements.&nbsp; “Looks like a pretty typical clamshell design over a soft-armored layer.” She mused, her hands finding her first latch and moving with a bit more confidence.<br><br>“Have you got any cybernetically implanted mounts?” she leaned forward a bit, closer to her ear, “Some worlds do that to career soldiers, to better distribute the weight.&nbsp; I don’t want to tug on anything I can’t see.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>24-08-2017, 23:25:05</strong>
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				&nbsp;Sera nodded her head as she watched Kaylee scramble onto the bed before looking around to get the suit off her. She had grinned when the girl talked about wondering what the hearing ranges would be and about not having experienced much of their culture. "It's actually pretty straight forward by the standards of most cultures. We are a soldier culture that's true, but there's always more to us than meets the eye. " she said as she held herself still while the catgirl found the hatch on the first one. She did however grin back at her when the girl asked about weather or not she had cyber implant mountings. "Actually because Dogisa orbits a Red Giant it has a gravity slightly higher than Galactic Standard G's. My people evolved to have much larger frames to accommodate for extra padding so to speak. Our larger bodies help distribute weight more easily over a larger area." she said. "It's also why I can lift most things, even bulky things with great ease." she said with a grin as she placed the flute to her lips and began to play. The soft music began to come from the little flute in her lips. It was a soft, almost reflective tune.<br><br>OOC: Yeah because this was just too nice to pass up.&nbsp; &nbsp; &lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/1DHecFcDhbw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>27-08-2017, 06:53:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s6.postimg.org/v1n2jvf7l/SpaceBun.png)</div>It only took a minute for the captain and her on-again-off-again paramour to make it to her favorite place on the ship. The Honeypot's lounge was a decadently large (for a spaceship) open room well appointed with cushions and couches. Circular couches raised above the floor alternated with pillow pits sunken down into the deck, and the space between was covered in plush, well padded carpet. There was even a bar set off to one side. <br><br>Fio tossed Diane down into one of the pillow pits with a laugh, jumping down after her as she cast off her jacket. She slid her body close and caught Diane up in a deep and eager kiss while she began fiddling with the catch on her pants. "If this is how you get after a little danger, maybe I should be signing us up for more dangerous jobs..." She chided.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>31-08-2017, 22:18:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo191/Gunmetal_Discord/Catgirls%20and%20Rayguns_zpsma7rzco0.png)</div>Kaylee paused a moment and looked thoughtful as she considered what Sera told her about the Dogia.&nbsp; She chuckled a little bit, her tail swishing forward in front of her protectively as she unclasped one of the catches along the soldier’s ribs.<br><br>“So, you’re <em>all</em> this big then?” she asked a little incredulously, “Seems like family gatherings would be pretty hard on the furniture.” She teased with a bit of a smile, though she was more thinking about the hazards of getting caught underfoot.&nbsp; It did go some way, though, to explain why the Dogian military was so well regarded, Kaylee hadn’t really run afoul of them yet.<br><br>She stayed quiet once Sera’s first haunting note rang out from the flute she’d produced.&nbsp; Her fingers moved over the hard armor shell, following the curve of her flanks to unlatch the lower catch.&nbsp; The weight hung heavy on her shoulders for a moment as the feline reached up and detached the clasps there.&nbsp; She shifted the breast plate over to the mannequin easily.&nbsp; Of course, even as she turned away, one of her ears always oriented towards Sera, listening attentively.<br><br>Dropping to a sitting position on the mattress, she closed her eyes, the tip of her tail twitching back and forth as she ran her palms over the larger girl’s hips.&nbsp; The belt and cod-piece of the armor plate was easy enough to sort out, but she was looking for something else.&nbsp; Reaching down to follow the smooth armor along her inner thigh, she finally found it.&nbsp; With a soft “snikt” she unclasped the locks holding the plates along her thighs in place, lifting them off the mount on the hip guard and setting it aside on the bed.&nbsp; She repeated the motion with the other leg, pausing a bit to look up the towering expanse of Sera’s body, wearing a tiny appreciative smile as she watched the expression on her face as she continued play the instrument in front of her.<br><br>Finally, as the long note began to trail off, she settled down on the floor in front of her, legs folded underneath her as she leaned back and propped herself up with her arms to look up at her.&nbsp; The armor had mostly been transferred to the impassive armor rack beside her, only her boots and the soft underlayer of armor left on the soldier now.<br><br>“It’s pretty.” She offered, closing her eyes in appreciation, “But what does it mean?” she asked casually. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>01-09-2017, 12:36:11</strong>
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				&nbsp;Sera smiled as she pulled the little flute from her lips. "It's an old song. It talks of a group of Dogsians seeking what was once their own and the long journey to get there. Their journey taking them over grassy plains and lush river valleys. Then deep into cold mountains. All so they could find what once they had lost. " she said as she looked up at her armor. She nodded her head. "All of our furniture is made to withstand our bulk so even the rowdiest of families would not scratch the ruggedness. As for my people, yeah we are all about this big. I think the shortest recorded on record was about..." she said stopping for a moment to think. "...5'11. The average height range is from 6'6 to about 7'2. The tallest recorded Dogsian was about 8 feet. As for me I'm about 6'10 and half." she said to her proving that while she had been playing Sera had also been listening to what Kaylee had to say. As she set the flute down she slipped out of the soft under armor layer. She hung the armored suit on a rack next to the main pieces and turned back towards Kaylee. This time only dressed in a pair of panties and sports bra. "Now then time to show you how wild this wolf can get." she purred as she moved in close and gently pressed Kaylee into the bed kissing her lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>03-09-2017, 00:51:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/DianeKeynes2.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;Diane flopped down into the pillow pile with a huff of breath, rolling her eyes. "Way to test the synthskin, captain." Her slim naked body arched as Fio pressed against it, kissing back clumsily, lacking some of her usual co-ordination. A twitch of her leg kicks a pillow free as she paws at Fio's sides with both hands. A slow laugh rolls out as she hooks a leg over one of Fio's, and Diane shakes her head. "I'm laughing now, but say that again when I've sobered up and I'll break you, Fio." A warm hand cups Fio's cheek. "But, some danger is accepted, I'm not really mad this time, I think." The human kisses sweetly as with a reach and a squirm, her metal palm presses to Fio's crotch with a low buzz.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>05-09-2017, 04:57:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s6.postimg.org/v1n2jvf7l/SpaceBun.png)</div>Fio gasped in delight as Diane's hand squished against her mound. "Oh my, I hope that's water-proof..." She returned the kiss with enthusiasm, finally managing to slip her own hand under Diane's panties. <br><br>However long it had been since the last time, Fio clearly hadn't forgotten a thing. Two fingers slipped deftly between her folds, landing precisely on Diane's most sensitive spots. Fio broke away from Diane's lips, trailing kisses down to kiss and lick at her neck. She inhaled deeply through her nose, then sighed in pleasure. "Mmmm, Diane, you really need to let me at you more often... You are so, <em>so</em> lovely." <br><br>The Captain's warning about waterproofing was becoming rapidly more relevant. Fio pushed her hips against Diane's buzzing hand insistently, managing to wedge the heel of her hand between her plush labia, and she was just even wetter than Diane remembered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-09-2017, 22:12:00</strong>
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				--swipe cut--<br><br><em>Honeypot</em> comes out of jump and proceeds smoothly on course until finally reaching the vicinity of the pre-arranged meeting point.&nbsp; Here, out at the very outside range of sensors, the mining station on which a discussion about your delivery is scheduled can barely be picked up.&nbsp; <br><br>However, even from here it is only too obvious that something is very, very wrong!<br><br>Your meeting is supposed to be with that guy from TESLA.&nbsp; And it was also TESLA that kind of sort of interrupted your pickup, with a dose of extreme prejudice thrown in for good measure.&nbsp; And those are definitely bits and pieces of TESLA ships drifting past, as though there has been a space battle here in the very recent past.<br><br><em>Which faction are the other bits and pieces from?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>26-09-2017, 05:50:17</strong>
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				Fio stretched pleasantly in the captains chair, fully dressed for once. It had been several hours and a lovely nap since her dalliance with Diane, and she was <em>still </em>feeling mostly sated. She'd set the arrival alert early enough to give everyone plenty of time to prepare, so it was a lazy swipe that brought up the sensor readings as they finally came into range.<br><br>She blinked a few times, then sat straight up. "What the fuck?" She cursed under her breath as she tapped at her console, bringing up other readouts, her mind racing. <em>'I did call an old friend at the Space Patrol, but I didn't outright tell him what we had or where we were going... So why are there bits of Space Patrol ships floating around out here? Just coincidence? Seems unlikely...'</em> <br><br>"This looks bad girls. Kill the running lights and set the sensors for passive. Diane, take us in quiet if you please."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>09-10-2017, 16:48:59</strong>
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				&nbsp;The previous night had been fun for the former space marine. Finding out how mischievous the other catgirl could be was a refreshing way to spend an evening and night. She had fallen asleep with the smaller woman tucked in close to her. However as it seemed her life as a former marine had been engraved into her mind. Thus she had become something of a creature of habit. So used to the routine was her mind that she awoke a few minutes before her alarm. Her first task in the morning after rolling out of bed was to go through a series of morning calisthenics to help keep her body in shape. While she was a large girl her body was athletically built, so while she showed a good bit of a bulk, it wasn't excessive bulk. After working herself up a good sweat Sera slipped off to the sonic fresher. She stood there under the sonic water jets she just let herself go. Though as she stood there under those sonic jets she couldn't help but think about the fire fight and how things had gone a bit sideways for reasons that just didn't sit well with her. As her time in the fresher came to an end she shook her head to rid herself of the thoughts in them. After stepping out she slipped on a pair of cotton panties, sports bra and socks before stepping out. As she stepped out she passed the already waking lump on her bed. It seemed the lack of a bed partner plus her working out was enough to wake the catgirl up. <br><br>&nbsp;The first sight the catgirl would get to see upon waking up was Sera standing in front of her footlocker reaching in and pulling out a uniform and slowly slipped it on her body. She then pulled the "10mm pistol" belt from the rack and slipped it on around her waist. After a moment she looked herself in the mirror and nodded her head. As if without thinking, standing in front of the mirror her back seemed to straighten, her shoulders squaring and her legs coming together as she brought her hand horizontally across her massive chest. She held it there for a brief moment before she closed her fingers into a fist and thumped her chest twice before lowering it. It was such a practiced and precise set of moments there was little doubt of what it was she was doing. There seemed to be a certain pride in her eyes when she put the uniform on. It was the kind of pride that comes from knowing one was serving a cause that was bigger than themselves. Her smile for a brief moment seemed to get brighter before dimming. Her body seemed to loose the precise and crisp movements she had exhibited. On the shoulder of the uniform were the remnants of something a patch of some form perhaps that had cut loose and tossed away. A&nbsp; reminder of her dishonorable discharge from the military for what she had done.&nbsp; All of this greeted the now fully awake catgirl. <br><br>&nbsp;As if sensing she was being watched Sera turned her head to look at Kay a soft yet somehow shameful smile crossing her face. "Oh hey sexy cat. Best get dressed quickly. I suspect Fio will want to see us in the bridge soon. Maybe it will be good news who knows? So bust a hump on it." she said to her with some of her usual bravado as she turned to leave. Kaylee had seen something in those few scant seconds that the large and usually very confident Dogsian didn't exactly let too many see. <br><br>&nbsp;A few minutes later Sera arrived on the bridge of the ship. As she did she got there all semblance of the idea of something good went out the airlock. "Holy..." she said seeing all the starship wreckage drifting about in all of near space. She jumped into action, her mind doing what she was ordered to do. Her hands flying over the console making sure all their running lights were off. "Oh I do so have a very bad feeling about this." she said looking this over. "Hey Fio I know it's a long shot, but try scanning to see how much of that wreckage is Space Patrol and how much is TESLA." she mentioned to the ship's captain. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-10-2017, 23:05:35</strong>
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				"Captain," one of the bridge bunnies reports a moment later, "I'm reading something big.&nbsp; Wrackenroon signature.&nbsp; Whether they did this or are just taking advantage..."<br><br>You can almost hear her equating Hyena with scavenger, but she doesn't quite come out and say it.<br><br>"If we scan actively, they'l know we're here.&nbsp; 'Course, they may have picked up our arrival, so there might be no point in trying to be stealthy."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>19-10-2017, 21:55:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/DianeKeynes2.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;Diane sat at the pilot's seat, eyes flicking around at the readouts, huffing a tired breath. Her feet kick at pedals that directly control manuvering thrusters as she shifts the Honeypot's attitude expertly, and sets the to drift closer without their engines firing. "We'll still be hot to the right sensors. Comes from being a livable ship. But if we've patience, we won't be shouting for attention at least. Jumping isn't very quiet, but it's not like we arrived on top of this mess." She shrugs slowly, a fair whirrr in her shoulder as she repeatedly checks the passive proximity sensors.<br><br>&nbsp;"Still, I could probably spin us out to the colony, which should give the Wracks something to laugh about if they make trouble." Diane grimly snorted at her own wordplay. If it'd been anyone more respectable, having a fight in the colony's airspace would not be so beneficial.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>01-11-2017, 04:37:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s6.postimg.org/v1n2jvf7l/SpaceBun.png)</div>"I'm not keen on tangling with the Wrackenroon, especially not in space." Fio leaned back and stretched her legs straight out and up into the air.<br><br>"Get us on a course towards the colony, like we're spooked by the debris, but haven't detected the Wrack's yet. And keep an eye on that signature. If they start moving towards us, gun it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>03-11-2017, 01:24:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/DianeKeynes2.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;"Aye aye, Captain Pantless." Diane snorts, deftly tuning their engines to hide their true abilities if they need to make a run for it, just quietly puttering around the wreckage towards the colony. "Of course, best everyone straps in somewhere they'll be useful. Damn Wrackenroons are awkward as fuck to predict." She looked back over the bridge, before pulling her hair back and focusing on the task at hand.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Dice</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Face Adversity with Mettle (+2) to Pilot without attracting attention maybe?<br><br>Roll: Ty rolled: 2d6<br>Comment: <br>Result: 3, 3, <br>Total: 6</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>05-11-2017, 20:19:56</strong>
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				Among the many problems of dealing the the Wracks is, they have this really casual approach to other people's stuff.&nbsp; Like right now.&nbsp; Moments after Diane's hands start the nimble dance with the ship controls, desperately trying to move from point A to point B with both stealth and grace, someone over on that big bruiser of a Wrackenroon ship decides to actively ping the general vicinity.<br><br>And the Wrack sort of semi-weaponized their sensor suites ages ago.<br><br>When the sensor pulse wave hits Honeypot, it's like someone hits the ship with a big ol' sonic sledgehammer--the hull shudders, the shields flicker, and there's even a somewhat comic 'gong' noise that would be rather funny if it weren't happening to you.&nbsp; A lot of little blinking red lights pop up on the various duty boards, showing systems rattled, shaken, and maybe damaged.<br><br>Oh, and now you know for sure that they know that you're over here, because that <em>Duchess</em>-class battlecruiser is now pointing in your direction.<br><br>You're being hailed.<br><br><em>What do you do?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>15-11-2017, 04:20:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s6.postimg.org/v1n2jvf7l/SpaceBun.png)</div>"Shit." Fio frowned. "Diane, gun it. Therria, answer the hail, audio and visual, keep the focus on me, shoulders and face only please."<br><br>She sat up straight in her chair and straightened her jacket, then waited for the Wrack matriarch to pop up on the screen.<br><br>"Greetings Matriarch. I am Captain T'Janndl of the private ship Honeypot. Though you&nbsp; can call me Fio." She winked playfully. "This salvage is clearly yours, and we are vacating the premises as rapidly as we are able out of respect for your operational space. So don't mind us, we're just passing through."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-11-2017, 18:17:59</strong>
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				Hailing frequency open, the visual flickers a bit and then resolves into an unexpected image.&nbsp; The 'matriarch', for starters, looks a bit younger than expected.&nbsp; Maybe old enough to cross the street by herself without a nursemaid holding her paw.&nbsp; And she's striped rather than spotted.&nbsp; That's important for some reason.&nbsp; But she's still wearing the pseudo-Roman-esque armor favored by the Wracks, and it's been tailored for her by the close fit, so this isn't some kid playing dress-up in Mommy's uniform.&nbsp; She's cute, for a Hyena, and sits with plenty of poise and dignity upon the traditional Captain's Chair as if it is some sort of throne.<br><br>Also, there's a male standing beside her.&nbsp; That's odd.&nbsp; What's even more odd is that he's in a regular naval officer's duty dress uniform.&nbsp; Wracks don't <em>have</em> male officers.&nbsp; Except of course for that one guy that one time ages ago that became legendary because of it.&nbsp; Unless what everyone knows happens to be a wee bit wrong.<br><br>The girl's voice is high, breathy, surprisingly steady as she recites what is no doubt a well rehearsed opening gambit.&nbsp; She even manages to look a little bit menacing into the bargain.<br><br>"This is Her Little Excellency Lady Ekatrina Cassandra Fisi Grrsn in command of <em>Grand Duchess Penthiselia</em>.&nbsp; You have entered controlled space.&nbsp; Heave to and prepare to be boarded.&nbsp; As you are not TESLA, you are likely to be permitted to go on your way after inspection."<br><br>The male officer covers a discrete cough with his fist, bends down to whisper in her ear.&nbsp; The girl pouts.<br><br>"Oh, very well, Number One...<em>and</em> you are invited to tea while the inspection is carried out.&nbsp; If there is anything you wish to declare, do so now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>03-12-2017, 05:26:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s6.postimg.org/v1n2jvf7l/SpaceBun.png)</div>Fio's eyes widened slightly as 'Her Little Excellency' popped up on the screen. She watched carefully as the girl delivered her ultimatum, then licked her lips.<br><br>Fio leaned forward and replied with a friendly smile. Maybe even <em>too</em> friendly. "Of course, Your Excellency. We would be most delighted to take tea with you. Please do give us a little time to prepare, as it would be completely unacceptable to attend such an august personage as yourself in the drab state that we currently find ourselves." After working out the details, Fio waited for the Wrack's to cut the communication.<br><br><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">"Oh no..."</span> Myrdi murmured down in one of the duty stations as she caught sight of the predatory gleam in the captain's eyes.<br><br>"Oh <em>yes!</em>" Fio stood triumphantly. "Did you see her? She's <em>adorable</em>! Kaylee, make sure that cargo is hidden in the deepest most secret compartment we've got! Diane, Heave to and cooperate. After that, everyone report to quarters and break out the formal wear. We're going to a tea party!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>07-01-2018, 06:02:52</strong>
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				(swipe cut to...)<br><br>The reception room on board <em>Grand Duchess Penthiselia</em> is a textbook example of what could be called Spartan Understated.&nbsp; It's a long stateroom with a rectangular table, enough chairs for ten people--one at each end and four along each side--and rectangular panels in the walls serving as windows.&nbsp; Or, rather, projecting images to serve the illusion of windows.&nbsp; As you are all shown in, your petite hostess and her surprisingly masculine aide de camp are already present, seated at the far end and conversing in low tones.&nbsp; However, she holds up a paw to forestall him when she sees you and rises.<br><br>"Punctual.&nbsp; Excellent.&nbsp; Please, take a seat.&nbsp; Tea will be served shortly."<br><br>Her aide clears his throat.&nbsp; She glances up, all but rolls her eyes.<br><br>"Oh, <em>very</em> well.&nbsp; Carry on, Number One."<br><br>The male officer assumes parade rest stance, tilts his head back so that his spectacles reflect the light from above and turn into blank discs.<br><br>"This is of course an unofficial state of parley for the duration of our customs inspection, not a formal state of negotiation.&nbsp; Be advised that the customary protections and regulations thereunto pertaining will be inapplicable.&nbsp; For your own safety I suggest you remain upon the most civilized possible standards of behavior as our crew have not recently been granted opportunity to act with their customary enthusiasm."&nbsp; He pauses, pushes his glasses up his nose.&nbsp; "Now...oolong, darjeeling, or puer?"<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Meanwhile</div><div class="spoiler_body">...someone hid the contraband, right?&nbsp; You have Smuggling Compartments, and that was probably Gunny's job, so if someone will kindly give us a 2d6+2 roll since this is +Expertise.&nbsp; Thank you!</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>09-01-2018, 22:03:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo191/Gunmetal_Discord/Catgirls%20and%20Rayguns_zpsma7rzco0.png)</div>There was a slight tickle between her shoulders as Kaylee stood on the decks of the Wrackenroon vessel, a bead of nervous sweat running down her spine despite her best efforts to appear calm.&nbsp; When she’d been a rugrat on her first smuggler’s vessel, barely more than a deckswab, the older crew used to terrorize her with stories of the Wrackenroon.&nbsp; As she got older, she’d lost friends to their raids, ships full of valuable materials scuttled and stripped, the fate of surviving crew unknown.&nbsp; Then there were the years of looking over her shoulder, the nightmares, from before she’d signed on with the Fringe Alliance.&nbsp; A Wrack ship was very possibly the last place she wanted to be in the galaxy, the repressed fear felt like it was gripping her by the back of the neck.<br><br>Her attire didn’t help.&nbsp; No stranger to the art of the opportunistic backstab, she usually went to negotiations clad in concealed armor with a holdout pistol secreted on her body somewhere.&nbsp; The <em>Captain</em>, however, had insisted on breaking out the formal wear, and Kaylee really only owned one dress. <br><br>It was thin and white, a sundress she’d picked up on a lark after making a delivery to a coastal city years ago, the shadow of her body line visible through the ruffles of the skirt that ended just above her knees, emphasized with a floral pattern picked out in navy blue.&nbsp; The dress was cinched snug under her bustline to emphasize it slightly, a navy ribbon threaded through the top and looping around the back of her neck in a halter neckline, leaving her shoulders and back bare to the casual viewer.&nbsp; Over her left wrist, where she normally wore a bright red bandanna tied off, there were instead a trio of bracelets, the first a copper plate inscribed with strange circuit-like patterns acid etched into it that was held in place with delicate links of polished copper.&nbsp; The second a band of brushed steel, multilayered characters cut into it with a deep relief that was then stained to make them stand out stark and black.&nbsp; The third was copper again, circular charms bearing emblems associated with planets and starships chained linked together with beads of polished glass, the emblem atop her wrist showing a leering bee perched atop of pot and dipping its stinger into the overflowing edge.&nbsp; Scrap metals, practically worthless on the market, but precious to her because she’d collected them from home, melted and shaped them herself over the years.&nbsp; Sometimes as the bracelets shifted with her motion, it became apparent that they were covering a tattoo.<br><br>She drew a chair out for Fio opposite of Her Little Excellency, bowing her head and not meeting their hostess’s eye immediately as she made a small gesture of subservience towards her long-eared Captain.&nbsp; Things might be more equitable aboard the Honeypot than Wrack ships, but she knew better than to undercut the lead negotiator’s position before a meeting like this.&nbsp; Besides, it gave her an opportunity to let someone else pick the tea … one kind of dirty water was about as good as another to her way of thinking, she didn’t much want to betray her ignorance.<br><br>Her mind was more focused on the cursed treasure they’d hauled away from SR-388, secreted away in the shielded compartment underneath her workshop with the corner of a heavy crate&nbsp; parked overtop it.&nbsp; She’d hidden all manner of contraband in such spaces before.&nbsp; Still, the Wrackenroon had a certain brute force approach that occasionally tore the fragile veil of such secrets asunder.&nbsp; She just had to have faith … she was a Smuggler of Desul-8, that pride wasn’t for nothing.&nbsp; Right?<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Rollin’ My Own Dice, Thanks</div><div class="spoiler_body">I hid the booty before even checking on Diane, actually.<br><strong>Roll Result</strong>: Kaylee Scratam rolled: 2d6, adding +2 to the total<br><strong>Comment: Smugglers gonna Smuggle</strong><br>Result: 5, 6, <br>Total: 13 </div></div> <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>10-01-2018, 09:56:03</strong>
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				&nbsp;Having faced down such things in her time Sera wasn't exactly phased by the Wrackenroon as Kaylee had been. Which for her was just fine. Her Space Marine training had hardened her up against this kind of thing. Though while she had been called upon to wear formal, much like the smaller more nimble catgirl Sera only really had one set of good clothing. It was her old uniform. The patches had been torn off but it still looked formal to pass for it. Though she carried the weapon in a "Safety" holster rather than her usual one for the purposes of keeping things off track. Though as she stood behind Fio stoically keeping her lips sealed she could see Kay was a bit on the twitchy side for some reason. The catgirl's ears were moving too much for her not too be very nervous. <br><br>&nbsp;As the negotiations were getting underway from where they were sitting Sera gently reached out one of her massive hands and placed it on the catgirl's shoulders. A sign to her crewmate the taller brawny woman had her back if things went sideways and south in a heart beat. She was also wanting to ease the catgirl's fears of what might happen and such. After all being nervous in these talks might raise undo suspicion. So a simple gesture was the best she could do for the other catgirl. They needed to be on their best for this as well. So who knows what could or could not happen in the coming minutes or such. She just wanted to make the catgirl feel more at ease.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>13-01-2018, 22:04:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/DianeKeynes2.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;Diane plucked at her plain jumpsuit with a sigh. Formal her ass, the closest she had to a uniform currently had a plasma hole in the back, as much as the armour would be reassuring otherwise. A few minutes cajoling and tickling one of the crew got Diane a floral scarf and a pale sarong to make her look slightly less like someone in their pajamas. Once they'd docked and she'd changed, the pilot had lounged, polishing the lens on her palm as she waited for the others to dress up. Or down. A mixture of humour and dread at what Fio intended to wear jumbled in Diane's stomach.<br><br>&nbsp;Diane poured into the chair next to Fio, looking over the Wrack aide with a face of tired sympathy. "Even better, we'll try to be polite." She quipped drily. "We thank you for your restraint." Flexing her prosthetics fingers, she tapped on the table curiously. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>14-01-2018, 01:45:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s6.postimg.org/v1n2jvf7l/SpaceBun.png)</div>Despite her enthusiasm, Fio didn't really have any proper formal wear either. They'd had to sell it for fuel a few months back. Even so, the girls had been able to cobble something decent together. Her curves were wrapped in a tight, navy blue halter dress, while a pair of Nibl style open-toed heels helped emphasize her calves and booty. Her ears were swept forward over her shoulders and capped with a borrowed pair of Myrdi's ear ornaments that draped down over her bust, framing them in glittering gold. Simple but expertly applied makeup completed the look. The girls themselves were all well put together for the occasion, though not as well as they could have been in some cases. They had made sure to limit themselves so as not to show up Fio or the rest of the crew. Even so, they couldn't help but show off a bit. This sort of thing was much more their speed than the usual crew duties they put up with.<br><br>Fio slid into the proffered seat with a small nod of acknowledgement towards Kaylee. "Oolong, please" She addressed the executive officer, then turned her attention to the Lady herself.<br><br>"So, Lady Ekatrina. You must be an exceptionally talented woman to be in command of such an impressive vessel so quickly in your career." Fio leaned forward with interest. "No offense to your people, but most matriarch's I have encountered in similar positions are rather... 'grizzled' in comparison. But you are positively <em>flawless</em>. I simply <em>must</em> know how you've managed it." She smiled, eagerness writ large on her face. The wracks might see it as only wanting for the answers to her questions, but those more familiar with the Captain would recognize it as the joy of the hunt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>20-01-2018, 23:54:03</strong>
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				"Most of the Crocutan in my position are grizzled old hags, bitter and furious that the rest of the civilized sphere refuses to accept their innate superiority and thank them for being so wonderful," the girl replies, sounding a little bored and clearly ignoring the look she gets from her executive officer.&nbsp; She raises one eyebrow, attempting an air of sophistication.&nbsp; "But make no mistake, they have indeed earned their posts through long and hard-fought experience.&nbsp; That earns them a certain degree of respect, would you not agree?"<br><br>She turns her attention to the rest of the crew and her expression softens a little when she notices Sera comforting Kaylee.<br><br>"Unfortunately, they are as short on charm as they are wise in matters relating to tactics.&nbsp; This adds to my burden somewhat, but cannot be helped."<br><br>Number One clears his throat.<br><br>"Is it wise to be so candid, Captain?"<br><br>"We must start somewhere, Number One.&nbsp; And they are not TESLA."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>23-01-2018, 22:10:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo191/Gunmetal_Discord/Catgirls%20and%20Rayguns_zpsma7rzco0.png)</div>There was a slight jolt from Kaylee at the feeling of Sera’s hand resting on her shoulder, the sudden motion eliciting a sharp squeak from her chair as it scraped over the deck.&nbsp; A bright red flush of embarrassment crept over her face, the heat coming off of her practically felt as she clutched her hands together and sank in her seat, trying to seem that little bit smaller.&nbsp; Still, as Sera’s thumb lightly stroked her bare shoulder, she loosened up slightly.&nbsp; There was a light “thwap” as her tail swung low to bump against her upper calf, curling a bit to brush against the back of her knee before sliding away, a silent appreciation for the gesture.<br><br>“Mn … that’s twice now you’ve mentioned TESLA.” Kaylee said lowly, accepting a cup of the steaming oolong tea.&nbsp; She paused a moment to look at it … huhn.&nbsp; Yellow.&nbsp; She’d never heard of tea that color.<br><br>“This is the first I’ve heard of any animosity between the Wrackenroon and the blue-eyes.” She paused to delicately sip at the edge of the cup, rolling the small amount of fluid in her mouth as if tasting it thoroughly for something before swallowing.&nbsp; She set the cup back down upon the saucer to let it cool a bit further, her cat’s tongue always having been bad with particularly hot or cold things.<br><br>“Or is this a more personally motivated?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>31-01-2018, 11:26:29</strong>
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				&nbsp;Sera almost chided herself for almost making the nervous catgirl jump in her seat from the touch on her shoulder. She gently massaged her skin to help get her to calm down a bit. She then felt the tail lower gently and whap against her leg. She knew it was a sign the catgirl appreciated the gesture. Sera would only offer her a gently squeeze of her shoulder of acknowledging the gesture before stepping back a bit. It was just such a small thing but it did seemed to help get Kaylee's mind back in the game. She began to respond to the Wrackenroon matron line of questioning. Sera for her part simply stood behind them, a silent guardian keeping her vigil. Though she had noticed it seemed that the second in command was a bit put off by her superior's revealing of several key facts so that was something to note. Otherwise she was paid to be here in case something went wrong and muscle was required. That was her job now. <br><br>&nbsp;She would apply the same dedication to her duty here that she had done when she was a Space Marine. Kaylee had been right about this job not exactly fitting Sera's behaviors and beliefs systems. She didn't exactly chaff under them, but she didn't feel the same sense of pride she had when she was in the military either. As the young catgirl had seen earlier in her quarters. Still the after gesture from Kaylee had made her feel a little warmer inside. So she could now face this task with her full faculties and such. She let her eyes wander about the room analyzing each part, much like her marine trained mind had been drilled into doing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>02-02-2018, 04:06:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s6.postimg.org/v1n2jvf7l/SpaceBun.png)</div>"Of course, of course. I mean no disrespect to your honored elders." Fio took a sip of the proffered tea. "Rather, I'm impressed by the contrast presented in <em>you</em> my dear."<br><br>Fio took another sip while Kaylee spoke. She made a point to give her an approving glance, signaling to their hosts that such behavior was expected and natural rather than insubordinate. It wouldn't do to have the Wrack's assuming that they held some kind of rigid command structure on the Honeypot, especially since they very much didn't.<br><br>"That is an excellent question Kaylee, and one I'm curious to hear the answer for as well. I understand the need for operational security, but I assure you that the Honeypot is a completely <em>private</em> concern. While I obviously can't make any real guarantee's of secrecy, we have no stake in what's going on out here, and may be able to provide some useful information in return if we have some idea of what you're doing out here."<br><br>Fio watched Ekatrina and her XO over the rim of her teacup as she took another sip.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>17-02-2018, 17:47:55</strong>
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				There is a brief flash of pink as the little Countess licks her lips daintily.<br><br>"You are a working woman, a woman of business.&nbsp; A merchant of sorts.&nbsp; One who appreciates the direct and blunt truth to the circumlocutions of the rarified and aristocratic circles of nigh-fossilized courtiers."<br><br>Her Number One coughs politely, which seems to startle her.&nbsp; She glances up at him for a moment, then laughs girlishly and rubs the back of her head in an embarrassed sort of way.<br><br>"Right!&nbsp; Uhm.&nbsp; TESLA is up to something.&nbsp; They've been raiding some old ruins around here.&nbsp; We think they may have found something...bad.&nbsp; Very bad.&nbsp; Court, of course, would blather on <em>forever</em> about how this isn't this and that isn't that and why we can't just start nuking them from orbit."&nbsp; She makes a face.&nbsp; "Instead they saw fit to send me to patrol the frontier and give them a reason to go somewhere else."<br><br>"What Her Grace means to say," Number One interjects, "is that she has been given the solemn duty of securing the integrity of this region, including enforcement of customs protocol."<br><br>Her Grace, meanwhile, returns her gaze to Kaylee...and Sera's hand on the nekomimi's shoulder.<br><br>"May I ask an indelicate personal question of you," she says, more or less to Kaylee.&nbsp; Or maybe Sera.&nbsp; "A matter of intellectual curiosity, you understand."<br><br>Number One blanches and starts shaking his head wildly, as if hoping to signal that answering her in the affirmative would be a Bad Idea.<br><br><em>What do you do?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>20-02-2018, 01:14:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo191/Gunmetal_Discord/Catgirls%20and%20Rayguns_zpsma7rzco0.png)</div>Kaylee quirked an eyebrow, looking just beyond the little cutie who'd had them all brought aboard.&nbsp; The emphatic way that her subordinate was signaling her to turn down the inquiry was almost impossible to miss, after all.&nbsp; Looking down at her tea, she blew the trail of steam light away, taking another delicate sip of the earthy tea as she stalled and considered her options.<br><br>On one hand, she could let her tiny grace voice her curiosity.&nbsp; Honestly, it would steer the conversation in directions that she was more familiar with.&nbsp; Away from work, away from where thet'd been lately, away from what they were transporting a where.&nbsp; Maybe she'd be compelled to say some awkward things, but if that entertained their hostess and kept her in a good mood until her sweepers finished investigating the Honey Pot, so much the better.&nbsp; She let her eyes glance over towards the Captain, whose motivations for comming here were clear enough...it might open a path for her to help that aspiration along.&nbsp; There were worse things than having your boss in your debt.<br><br>On the other, Number One seemed to indicate it was a Bad Idea.&nbsp; While he might simply be horrified about the impropiety (he seemed the sort), the <em>was</em> the possibility that he was looking out for her.&nbsp; Not that he had any reason to.<br><br>Though, if she were honest, the fact that someone wanted her <em>not</em> to just made her want to indulge the little princessmeven more.&nbsp; It was a combination of her curious nature, and pure feline contrariness.<br><br>"Well," she finally said, "I suppose her grace is at the age to be curious about such things.&nbsp; I won't mind a few indelicate questions, if you'll forgive a few indelicate answers."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-02-2018, 23:46:52</strong>
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				There is a flash of pink as Her Little Excellency's tongue peeks out mischievously.&nbsp; Her eyes sparkle.<br><br>"Am I correct in assuming that your Captain permits fraternization on board your vessel?"<br><br>She grins.&nbsp; Beside her, her first officer facepalms.<br><br>"<em>Inujin</em> and <em>nekojin</em> seems an interesting match. Do you put her on a leash?&nbsp; Or is she the one taking you for walkies?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>25-02-2018, 09:01:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s6.postimg.org/v1n2jvf7l/SpaceBun.png)</div>The glance Fio gave to Kaylee and Sera made it very clear that she was <em>intensely</em> interested in the idea of one of them taking the other for 'walkies'. She licked her lips, much more slowly, and deliberately than their host.<br><br>"Not only is it permitted, fraternization is all but <em>required</em>. While we certainly don't force anything on anyone, people that are put off by, lets say... 'close quarters', aren't likely to fit in aboard the Honeypot." She gave Ekaterina a knowing smile. "Flying with a fleet has it's perks, but I must say that I find private enterprise to be <em>much</em> more... pleasurable." <br><br>Fio kept her eyes on the young Lady and held her cup out to the side for one of the attendants to refill. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>25-02-2018, 21:07:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo191/Gunmetal_Discord/Catgirls%20and%20Rayguns_zpsma7rzco0.png)</div> “I’d prefer to say that it’s <em>encouraged</em>.” Kaylee smirked a bit, running the tip of her finger along the rim of her tea cup as the Captain jumped in, “Though it’s certainly true that the Captain is selective regarding who she brings aboard.&nbsp; There’s a certain atmosphere she likes to cultivate.” She said, circling her hands as she slightly walked back the Captain’s assertion without actually denying any of it.<br><br>“As for Sera and me,” she paused, leaning back and looking up at the Marine standing protectively behind her, bumping her head back against her abdomen, “We’re not up to kink just yet, so who’d be holding the leash and who wearing it is still a bit up in the air.” She lingered a bit, trying to see if that kind of talk managed to do anything to penetrate her drilled stoicism.&nbsp; Her tail once again brushed up along her calves, stroking up slightly before she leaned forward with a bit of a sigh.<br><br>“Besides, for all its coziness, the Honeypot is a bit on the small side.” She said, propping up her chin with feigned disappointment, “For a proper walk, you’d want something with a bit more running room.&nbsp; Like a station arm at a trade satellite, or a bike path with a good view.” She tapped a finger to her lips, with a bit of a coy smile.&nbsp; Of course, she’d mentioned some pretty public places, trying to add a bit of exhibitionism to whatever the Countess was already turning over in her imagination.&nbsp; She wanted to be a good sport, after all.<br><br>Though, it was a bit hard to miss that her body language had opened up considerably with the topic shift. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>25-02-2018, 21:48:40</strong>
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				&nbsp;Sera heard the words from the Wackermoon's lips and couldn't exactly contain the light growl from her throat at the insinuation the woman was making. However she looked down when she felt the smaller neko's head bump against her abdomen. Kaylee's words only were heard and actually yes she got a bit of a blush from her cheeks. The muscles of her legs clenched a bit at the sensation of the tail's caress on her lower legs. The neko would be able to feel the tenseness of the muscle, but not from being startled but more from the fact of the caress and the ideas that were brought forward. As a consequence Sera stepped forward half a step to the side. Her own tail coming up to play with Kaylee's as a sign of affection. Along with a slight wag in her tail. Though her blush was still lightly in place from the idea of her and Kaylee walking down those areas, one holding a leash connected to a collar around the other's neck. She couldn't help but think how cute Kaylee would look with a collar and bell around her neck. Or the collar and tag around her own neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-02-2018, 22:36:44</strong>
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				The First Officer looks like he's about to blow a gasket when Her Little Excellency sighs happily, leans back, closes her eyes.<br><br>"Don't <em>worry</em>, Number One.&nbsp; I am not going to request a frank demonstration of the principles involved. I am still far too young to consider such tawdry, torrid, and salacious matters.&nbsp; But in all candor you're a terrible prude and the odds of any Crocutan deigning to give me honest answers are diminishingly tiny."<br><br>"I was tasked with overseeing your education, Your Grace..."<br><br>"Yes, and every time I ask about the mushy stuff you launch into a multi-hour lecture about the dry technical details!&nbsp; So I thought I should ask a less formal opinion from people who don't care one way or the other."<br><br>He sags, looking a bit defeated.<br><br>"Yes, Your Grace..."<br><br>"By now our teams will have completed their search of your vessel, Captain.&nbsp; Thank you for your willingness to entertain me for a few minutes.&nbsp; You and your lovely crew may depart when you wish.&nbsp; But do take care if your course takes you deeper into Wrackenroon Space.&nbsp; Our reputation for customer service is quite well earned."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GunmetalDreamer</strong> on <strong>26-02-2018, 08:33:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo191/Gunmetal_Discord/Catgirls%20and%20Rayguns_zpsma7rzco0.png)</div>“If it should <em>please</em> her Grace, I wouldn’t mind sending over a few texts that <em>I</em> found influential when I was around her age.” Kaylee said, summoning up her most innocent, round-eyed expression as she glanced towards Number One.<br><br>“You’ll not find them dry, I assure you, but there are some practical considerations addressed that are often omitted from more … fantastical work.” She added, raising the cup to her lips and finishing it with a long pull, soundlessly returning it to the saucer, “Aftercare, in particular, I find an invaluable skill to practice if you expect your playmates to have any kind of longevity.”<br><br>She gently rose to her feet, bowing her head with a curtsey at the dismissal, though she held herself in that position waiting for the Captain to rise at her own pace.&nbsp; Once Fio began to leave, it’d be easy enough to fall in step behind her, though she couldn’t quite keep a satisfied smirk off her lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>27-02-2018, 14:56:24</strong>
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				&nbsp;Much like the others in the room Sera turned to leave once they had been given leave to do so. As she turned to leave with the she noticed the self satisfied smirk on Kaylee's face. It seemed once she had calmed down that the <em>nekojin</em> had of course been able to enjoy herself. That by itself seemed to bring a soft smile to her own stoic face. Though she was careful to conceal her joy until they had left the room. At which time she let the smirk be on her face, even as her tail reached out and caressed the other girl's tail. "Somehow I don't exactly think that she just wanted a conversion with us over meer sex play." she said finally breaking her silence. She had been nearly as silent as a statue the entire time. Now she would voice her concerns.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>04-03-2018, 21:24:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/DianeKeynes2.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;Diane looks at her prosthetic hand, fiddling with the joints idly as she chuckles to herself. "Well, if you do need to go walkies, we've mag-boots. But the spacesuits aren't always that flattering unless you pay extra." She grinned at Kaylee and Sera. Glancing at Ekaterina, she gestured vaguely. "Well, controlling knowledge of such activities could have a lot of purposes. Including ensuring that those established in power get to perform them more often than spritely youths." Her nose wrinkled a little. "Which is a little unpleasant, but perhaps getting into politics. My apologies."<br><br>&nbsp;Looking over at the First Officer, and trying for a sympathetic smile, Diane asked. "If we came across information on what is in the ruins, or the progress of the TESLA operation. Which, I doubt we'd be personally in favour of, considering their opinion on independent actors. Can you suggest a price or means of communication? As your captain says, many of your other ships may be less understanding."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-03-2018, 21:33:28</strong>
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				The young countess giggles.<br><br>"An excellent suggestion!&nbsp; Number One, be sure to give these delightful guests a secure comm-code for future use.&nbsp; The family retainer one should do nicely."<br><br>The male officer seems to balk at this, tugging at the back of his collar.<br><br>"But Your Grace..."<br><br>"Yes, I know, they have not.&nbsp; But the others will not need to know that particular detail, and since this is about putting one over on TESLA I believe my Grandaunt will permit a little flexibility in application.&nbsp; Yes?"<br><br>He sags.<br><br>"Yes, Your Grace.&nbsp; I will see to it after they are safely returned to their suggestively named conveyance."<br><br>"And of course you will offer them an exchange should they transmit the learning materials as well."<br><br>He flinches.<br><br>"Y-yes, Your Grace."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>07-03-2018, 01:46:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s6.postimg.org/v1n2jvf7l/SpaceBun.png)</div>"Well..." Fio rose languidly to her feet, sensing that their little tea party was coming to a close. "I must say that I am most grateful for this lovely interlude, but it seems that it's time for all of us to get back to our respective business." She waited a moment for the rest of the crew to finish their tea and sort themselves out. "Ekaterina, dear, I think that you have quite the career ahead of you, but, if you should ever desire a less... 'regimented' lifestyle, please do give me a call." <br><br>Fio gave the cute little wrack a suggestive smile, then stepped back to await the first officer's escort back to the Honeypot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>23-03-2018, 23:55:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/DianeKeynes2.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;Diane grins a bit smugly as her suggestion is taken up, giving the First Officer a shrug. "Trust me, there are worse independent crews to be informing your captain. Or would you rather she insist all her crew wear leather chaps and oil up their chests?" She drank her tea quickly, still distracting herself from her nerves by checking over her hand. As she rose, her knees ached and she huffed out a wince of pain. "Hmm. Wonder what gravity they keep the ship at?" She mutters to herself, tossing her hair and slipping into place by Fio's side.<br><br>&nbsp;"Captain, do please provide your new friend with a range of materials. And not just ones that resemble or star yourself." Diane said, in the tone of a long suffering officer, but watching the Wracks from the corner of her eye for the reaction, smirking on the inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-04-2018, 01:45:42</strong>
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				In short order you are all escorted back to Honeypot and allowed to cast off, and the massive form of <em>Grand Duchess Penthiselia</em> drifts into view as you undock and pull away.&nbsp; &nbsp;The Wrackenroon vessel goes to about one quarter power and changes course, heading away from you and deeper into the system.<br><br>So far, so good.&nbsp; And none of the lights on the bridge controls are turning that cheerful fire-engine red that tells you that something has just gone very, very, very wrong.<br><br>Soooooo...whatcha dooooooin?<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Questions to ponder in your replies</div><div class="spoiler_body">Oh Captain, our Captain, what unexpected parting gift is awaiting you back in your stateroom?&nbsp; Presumably from the little Duchess.<br><br>Kaylee, dahlink, do you remember where you stashed that TESLA cannister of oh fuck not this again?&nbsp; Because when you check on it next, it's missing...and you know the Wracks didn't find it because you're still alive and Honeypot didn't get blown out of the sky.<br><br>Diane, you find a message waiting for you on your personal comm unit when you get back to your quarters.&nbsp; Who is it from, and why do you not want to deal with them right now?<br><br>Sera...you find a message waiting for you on your personal comm unit, too.&nbsp; Which of your ex-girlfriends is it, and why is she contacting you now?</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>06-05-2018, 23:36:34</strong>
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				&nbsp;Sera herself found things to be relatively unfazed by what happened. She hoped Kaylee would be alright after the meeting. She had hoped things were going to get better for them in the future. Though even she had to admit she kind of liked the idea of Kaylee wearing a bell around her neck. It was kind of cute. As she got back to her quarters she saw the blinking light on her comm. "Okay now what is this all about?" she said as she moved to sit down. As she opened up the message she blinked at who the sender was. "Okay then haven't heard from her in awhile..." she said deciding to reply to the message itself and see what came of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>07-05-2018, 04:16:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s6.postimg.cc/v1n2jvf7l/Space_Bun.png)</div>"Grrrrrah!" Fio stomped her foot and growled in frustration as soon as the airlock closed behind them. "She was <em>even more</em> adorable in <em>person</em>!" She sighed and took a moment to collect herself as a shiver ran through her body from her ears down to her toes.<br><br>"Alright. We seem to have come out of that without any major faux pas, so lets make sure it stays that way! Diane, lets get the ship on course <em>away</em> from our lovely hosts as soon as possible, just in case they have a change of heart. Everyone else, search the ship for listening devices. I want to share information with them, not get spied on."<br><br>It wasn't immediately clear whether or not the Wracks had left any bugs anywhere else on the ship, but there was <em>definitely</em> one in Fio's quarters, and not very well hidden at that. Fio was no stranger to this sort of thing, and while the tiny hyper-com capable camera was certainly high quality, it had been placed by an amateur. Perhaps by one of the little duchess' personal staff, rather than their search crew? Fio smiled to herself, making an effort to pretend like she hadn't noticed it. Perhaps she was hoping to sate a little of her personal curiosity? Well that was certainly something Fio could help her with.<br><br>She sighed theatrically and shrugged out of her dress, letting it pool on the floor around her feet, then stretched seductively, making sure to angle her wet cleft towards the camera. "Mmmmm... My my, wouldn't I just <em>love</em> to show that girl around..." Her fingers slipped down to trace a circle around her engorged clit. "Allll the way around..." <br><br>She fell back onto her bed, lifting her legs up in a V as she pulled off her shoes, 'accidentally' giving a perfect view of her dripping pussy and ass. Now fully undressed, Fio started to really work on herself, squeezing her plump labia and slipping a finger inside, but then she stopped suddenly, cocking her head to the side. "Wait... how old <em>is</em> she? No doubt she was <em>young</em>, but surely they wouldn't have given a battlecruiser to an <em>underage</em> girl would they?" She took a moment to mull it over, then shrugged and went back to masturbating.<br><br>Fio made sure to give whoever was watching on the other end of that camera a good show, eventually calling&nbsp; Yan Yi in to finish her off. <br><br>Once she was finally satisfied, she tossed her discarded dress over the lens, then made a quick trip to the machine shop to retrieve a signal blocker. It would be fun to give the duchess, or whoever really, a show every now and then, but she didn't need to be listening in <em>all</em> the time...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ty</strong> on <strong>10-05-2018, 01:08:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/DianeKeynes2.jpg)</div><br>&nbsp;Slouching into her quarters, Diane flopped into her bed, leg hanging off the side and resting on the floor. After the stress and implied danger of their tea with the Duchess, she still had to spend almost an hour not just pulling away, but astrogating a path to somewhere that was some variety of safe. Which was kind of questionable for the Honeypot at the best of times, let alone when carrying horrifying contraband. She'd picked a CLI station a little out of the way and shady, where she had some cousins she could hustle gossip or aid out of in a pinch.<br><br>&nbsp;The flashing of her comm unit made Diane finally, grumpily, paw at the screen until it played a cheery voicemail. Apparently Diane's parents were moving station on another maintenence contract. They merrily nattered on about how close to setting up their retirement they were. And then starting peppering in questions about how Diane's new career was going, and what she was planning to do with her life, and had she met anyone nice to settle down with. Of course, Ma had a selection of options if Diane was having trouble finding the right someone. Another slap of her hand, and she cut the message off, planning to deal with it in a week or so.<br><br>&nbsp;Then she looked up and saw on the message receipt where the message came from. Diane checked their current heading. They matched, of course. "Typical." She grunted into her pillow as she tried to work out how to blame Fio for this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>10-06-2018, 22:19:03</strong>
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				---swipe cut to---<br><br><strong>Bannerjee Station 47</strong><br><br>Your next port of call beckons, where Diane's parents have recently moved and where Sera's old flame is waiting to greet her.&nbsp; Something about a business proposal of mutual interest and benefit. Which of course means illegal as fuck and dangerous as hell.&nbsp; And is most certainly not the agreed upon point of exchange for the item of interest you salvaged a while back, but odds are the TESLA types aren't going to be too upset given as how they seem to have a little bit of an internal dispute going on right about now.<br><br>Most of the docked vessels you can see at the moment are the Freemarket types, with a couple of Space Patrol ships here and there.&nbsp; Not a Wrack or a TESLA to be seen.<br><br>Like all Bannerjee class stations, this one is basically just a big spinning wheel in the void, kept in a stable orbit around the nearest or most convenient planet.&nbsp; This one happens to be an uninhabited gas giant with a handful of moons, so there are mining operations and cargo runabouts all over the place.&nbsp; Nice place to do business, and it's also where most of your current cargo is bound.<br><br>Gonna be a cake walk, yessir.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>18-06-2018, 00:23:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s6.postimg.cc/v1n2jvf7l/Space_Bun.png)</div>Fio sighed with relief when the docking clamps finally locked on to the Honeypot's hull. "Well. That's one step down. Now lets see about getting rid of this hot potato so we can stop worrying about it."<br><br>Ana flounced onto the bridge carrying the rest of the captain's uniform. Fio stood and stretched before reluctantly accepting the offered clothing. "Alright. Everybody's on shore leave, but don't just flop around. Get the lay of the place, see if you can spot any good deals on supplies, and stay out of trouble."<br><br>While the others went about their business, Fio took a moment to shoot an encrypted message off to one of her old friends still in the Space Patrol, letting them know there was a Duchess class battle-cruiser wandering around the frontier. She made sure to note that they didn't seem to be looking for a fight (at least, not any more than was normal for the Wracks) but they might want to keep an eye on it anyway.<br><br>After that, she checked through some of her old files, skimmed the local news, and then headed out into the station to start rustling up some opportunities. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Activating both Marketing and Acumen. <br>Fio goes to find a <strong>Secretive</strong> market, and checks on "What is profitably exploitable here?"<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Uncharted Worlds: Catgirls and Blasters!  Main Story Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sessha</strong> on <strong>20-07-2018, 13:44:45</strong>
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				&nbsp;As the ship came in to dock Sera took a breath. She hadn't seen her old flame in a long time. Not since they had parted ways which had been under the watchful stern gaze of the girl's father the Admiral. <em>"What is she doing all the way out here?"</em> had been going through Sera's mind as she felt the familar jolts of the docking clamps onto the ship itself. As soon as it was stable enough she got up and moved to the airlock. She took a deep breath and waited for it to cycle through. Though she had guessed the reason was maybe they could reconnect. She doubted it given the amount of time that had passed but who knew. Still her thoughts wandered back to Kaylee. The little catgirl had been something of a companion for her recently. So who knew where that was going to go. The sound of the locks cycling green before they opened drew her attention. As it opened she took a deep relaxing breath before stepping out into the docking area to begin looking for her old flame. She was of course dressed in her old uniform jumpsuit. Her 10mm pistol attached to her hip.<br><br><br>OOC: Sorry for the long time between reply guys. I was on a big like month long trip till about a week ago and such plus I was trying to get an idea of what to do for this game and such. Hope people are still willing to play.<br>
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