Hostis Humani Generis - PiracyQuest
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Mindless Drone
Observe, Learn, and React.
Fail version 2.0 It now a picture of "Hosted on zerochan.net'This is who I imagine who our crush is:
Edit: Fixed image.
Might want to try again, third time the charm and all.
- Location
- The Hague
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] 'It was just Edro being Edro'
"It was nothing. You know what he and I are like."
One of Beriliz's eyebrows curves elegantly and she puts her hands on her hips. If you had to describe her in one word it would be 'glamorous'. While her pale blue skin doesn't make her stand out so much - there are more than enough G-types in the Traverse - it does lend her a certain alluring coolness. At least, that's the usual excuse people give when they get caught checking her out.
She doesn't seem terribly convinced, but it's the truth, as far as you're concerned. You wouldn't get into a fight over some stupid rumour about the Abyssal Fleet. You certainly believe the Fleet is real, but an encounter is simply astronomically unlikely. So much of the Fleet was destroyed before your grandparents' time. Fussing about that would make you look soft.
"You certainly have something of a chip on your shoulder."
"It's probably because he looks like a fourteen year old girl."
You sniff dismissively. While you are admittedly very short and do look like a girl, you look like a girl your own age, "I suppose no one's ever accused you of that, Hilia."
Cheap shot, Proudclad. Still, compared to the long-haired, curvaceous Beriliz, Hilia Tanzandero does look a little boyish. She's the Student Council Secretary. She's also on the Sailing Club. And she's captain of the Track Team. She's a pirate orphan much like you.
"Iceburn," she says, dropping the edge of her tablet onto the back of your head. "Did you finish the club budget compilation like I asked? Your tights are torn, by the way."
It was an ordinary school day. You enjoyed it as you normally would and then it blended into all the others that came before it. As the day ends and you're sitting in the Sailing Club annex, Dad calls. Normally he has trouble remembering that phones are real and serve a purpose, so you answer it quite tentatively.
"I got a call this morning from Government House," he says. "You have a package to pick up."
"To pick up? From ... Government House?"
"Strange, isn't it. They couldn't actually post it through for some reason," you have no doubt that they told him the reason. "Anyway, you should go pick it up."
When he hangs up you stare at your phone for a moment, then head for your bike.
"It was nothing. You know what he and I are like."
One of Beriliz's eyebrows curves elegantly and she puts her hands on her hips. If you had to describe her in one word it would be 'glamorous'. While her pale blue skin doesn't make her stand out so much - there are more than enough G-types in the Traverse - it does lend her a certain alluring coolness. At least, that's the usual excuse people give when they get caught checking her out.
She doesn't seem terribly convinced, but it's the truth, as far as you're concerned. You wouldn't get into a fight over some stupid rumour about the Abyssal Fleet. You certainly believe the Fleet is real, but an encounter is simply astronomically unlikely. So much of the Fleet was destroyed before your grandparents' time. Fussing about that would make you look soft.
"You certainly have something of a chip on your shoulder."
"It's probably because he looks like a fourteen year old girl."
You sniff dismissively. While you are admittedly very short and do look like a girl, you look like a girl your own age, "I suppose no one's ever accused you of that, Hilia."
Cheap shot, Proudclad. Still, compared to the long-haired, curvaceous Beriliz, Hilia Tanzandero does look a little boyish. She's the Student Council Secretary. She's also on the Sailing Club. And she's captain of the Track Team. She's a pirate orphan much like you.
"Iceburn," she says, dropping the edge of her tablet onto the back of your head. "Did you finish the club budget compilation like I asked? Your tights are torn, by the way."
It was an ordinary school day. You enjoyed it as you normally would and then it blended into all the others that came before it. As the day ends and you're sitting in the Sailing Club annex, Dad calls. Normally he has trouble remembering that phones are real and serve a purpose, so you answer it quite tentatively.
"I got a call this morning from Government House," he says. "You have a package to pick up."
"To pick up? From ... Government House?"
"Strange, isn't it. They couldn't actually post it through for some reason," you have no doubt that they told him the reason. "Anyway, you should go pick it up."
When he hangs up you stare at your phone for a moment, then head for your bike.
-v-
There's gold on the horizon and the sky is turning purple, but the security guards at Government House let you in anyway. They've been instructed to tell you that they had 'been expecting you', which you think is some kind of out-of-date pop culture reference. You can never tell with adults. They let you leave your bike leaning inside, and you fidget ina comfortable leather seat for a while.
"Ah, Master Proudclad."
The voice belongs to the most Velkan looking motherfucker you've ever seen. He almost certainly brushes his own (neatly trimmed) eyebrows. You are 100% sure he's not from Kuta and has almost certainly never been to any of the archipelagos. Still, he politely extends his hand and you politely shake it.
"Thank you for making the effort to come and see us. I understand that the trip from Pelegosto to the mainland is somewhat long."
He is leading you down a plush, velvety hallway. The carpets feel an inch thick, and they're done up in silver patterned Velkan black.
"I'm not the one who has to stay back late," you say. He pauses for a moment and turns to you. The expression on his face suggests he hadn't even considered that. Yeesh.
"In any case, the item was passed to us by an officer of one of our subject nations. Commodore Gawain Redgrave of the Royal Spacy."
You frown slightly. 'Royal Spacy' refers to the armed forces of the Elysias Kingdom, one of the four superpowers subordinate to the Velkans, but you specifically know Gawain Redgrave. He got his two-rank promotion to commodore by capturing your mother. You can't help but feel that the bureaucrat doesn't know this.
"And he sent it to me."
"Yes. He quite specifically requested for it to be passed into your care. This way, please."
He leads you into what you guess is his office. On the desk is a hardwood case. Just at a glance you can tell it belonged to a pirate at some point. The clasp is a little skull. When you glance at the civil servant he nods slightly, and you open it. Inside is ...
[ ] A sword set: two matched resonance blades of incredibly fine make. They're in rapier style and were clearly crafted by a master artisan. You could split a tank into quarters with them.
[ ] A gun: a handcrafted custom ray gun. You're pretty sure it's some of of heavy converging beam weapon. You'd put good money on being able to put holes through a spaceship with it.
[ ] A strange device: it looks like pure overtechnology. Based on the shape you're pretty sure you'd hold it like a sword. It's about the size of a large sword hilt, too.
"Ah, Master Proudclad."
The voice belongs to the most Velkan looking motherfucker you've ever seen. He almost certainly brushes his own (neatly trimmed) eyebrows. You are 100% sure he's not from Kuta and has almost certainly never been to any of the archipelagos. Still, he politely extends his hand and you politely shake it.
"Thank you for making the effort to come and see us. I understand that the trip from Pelegosto to the mainland is somewhat long."
He is leading you down a plush, velvety hallway. The carpets feel an inch thick, and they're done up in silver patterned Velkan black.
"I'm not the one who has to stay back late," you say. He pauses for a moment and turns to you. The expression on his face suggests he hadn't even considered that. Yeesh.
"In any case, the item was passed to us by an officer of one of our subject nations. Commodore Gawain Redgrave of the Royal Spacy."
You frown slightly. 'Royal Spacy' refers to the armed forces of the Elysias Kingdom, one of the four superpowers subordinate to the Velkans, but you specifically know Gawain Redgrave. He got his two-rank promotion to commodore by capturing your mother. You can't help but feel that the bureaucrat doesn't know this.
"And he sent it to me."
"Yes. He quite specifically requested for it to be passed into your care. This way, please."
He leads you into what you guess is his office. On the desk is a hardwood case. Just at a glance you can tell it belonged to a pirate at some point. The clasp is a little skull. When you glance at the civil servant he nods slightly, and you open it. Inside is ...
[ ] A sword set: two matched resonance blades of incredibly fine make. They're in rapier style and were clearly crafted by a master artisan. You could split a tank into quarters with them.
[ ] A gun: a handcrafted custom ray gun. You're pretty sure it's some of of heavy converging beam weapon. You'd put good money on being able to put holes through a spaceship with it.
[ ] A strange device: it looks like pure overtechnology. Based on the shape you're pretty sure you'd hold it like a sword. It's about the size of a large sword hilt, too.
trooperist
Cinnamon Roll AI
[x] A strange device: it looks like pure overtechnology. Based on the shape you're pretty sure you'd hold it like a sword. It's about the size of a large sword hilt, too.
I'd change my mind if the swords were traditional pirate cutlasses though rather than rapiers.
I'd change my mind if the swords were traditional pirate cutlasses though rather than rapiers.
Tomio
Designated croisant
The gun is useless while boarding, because shooting holes through ships isn't good when you are on the ship.
Therefore, I'd go for the strange device, mostly because double swords require more skill than we could possibly have at the moment.
[X] A strange device: it looks like pure overtechnology. Based on the shape you're pretty sure you'd hold it like a sword. It's about the size of a large sword hilt, too.
Therefore, I'd go for the strange device, mostly because double swords require more skill than we could possibly have at the moment.
[X] A strange device: it looks like pure overtechnology. Based on the shape you're pretty sure you'd hold it like a sword. It's about the size of a large sword hilt, too.
Acatalepsy
Firewall Proxy
- Location
- The Diamond Age
That's silly. Ships big and advanced enough for piracy to be a thing aren't terribly concerned with small arms fire; and even if you put a hole in the hull, you'd have plenty of time even without any life support measures - which is a silly thing to assume, since space suits are a thing (and, hell, even oxygen masks would drastically extend the amount of time you'd have to deal with a small hole or even a number of small holes in the hull).
I mean, I'm voting double swords because double swords are awesome but from a practical point of view you take the gun every time.
[x] A sword set: two matched resonance blades of incredibly fine make. They're in rapier style and were clearly crafted by a master artisan. You could split a tank into quarters with them.
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[x] A sword set: two matched resonance blades of incredibly fine make. They're in rapier style and were clearly crafted by a master artisan. You could split a tank into quarters with them.
staplesdex2
CLASSFIED
[X] A strange device: it looks like pure overtechnology. Based on the shape you're pretty sure you'd hold it like a sword. It's about the size of a large sword hilt, too.
Finally here's the fixed image for our Student Council President.
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Finally here's the fixed image for our Student Council President.
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[X] A strange device: it looks like pure overtechnology. Based on the shape you're pretty sure you'd hold it like a sword. It's about the size of a large sword hilt, too.
edmantgoog
init high just high
[x] A strange device: it looks like pure overtechnology. Based on the shape you're pretty sure you'd hold it like a sword. It's about the size of a large sword hilt, too.
- Location
- The Hague
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] A strange device: it looks like pure overtechnology. Based on the shape you're pretty sure you'd hold it like a sword. It's about the size of a large sword hilt, too.
You stare at the device for a moment, then lower the lid to have a look at the hazard diamond that's been plastered across the top. It looks angry. Even if you didn't know how to interpret it you could probably tell it was bad news. Given that you can interpret it, you know you're being warned that it's explosive, highly reactive in water, potentially invasive and will cause instant death. You glance at the bureaucrat.
"Can you actually give this to me?"
"I can do whatever I like."
You open the box and lift the device. It's both lighter and heavier than it looks: lighter than its size, heavier than its sleek, silvery construction. You're no expert, but you are certain that it is an artifice of pure Efreet technology. There's almost no human technology that isn't at least related to that ancient civilisation, but it's rare to encounter a whole artefact like this. Despite the fact it was built by an alien eons before your predecessor species was more that slime in the oceans, and despite the slightly weird double curved shape and semi-pistol grip, it's quite comfortable.
You give it an experimental swing. Feels pretty good. You pack it back up in the box. As you close the lid, you notice a square of paper tucked into the red velvet.
"Do I ... owe you anything?" you ask experimentally.
"Just remember that the Empire of Velka once favoured you."
You're sitting on the rear deck of the ferry back to Pelegosto. Your bike is standing vertically in the seat next you, and you're sitting with both your feet up on the arm rest. There are a couple of oceanographers, you're pretty sure they're on exchange with UKuta from the Commonwealth, checking you out. You try to focus on your nomograms. Oldschool rocket science is your favourite subject.
Your'e using your Space Phone as your straight edge, and it buzzes under your fingers. It's a message from Fion.
「I'm bored. Come do me?」
"I'm not a toy, jeez," you say, and close the phone. Some of your male friends are somewhat jealous of your relationship with Fion, but they didn't have to spend 13 years getting dressed up like a doll at her whims. That only stopped two years ago. When you were 16. You suppress a shudder.
When you glance up you can see the dark shape of the main island. You pack your bag, tuck the box with the gift from that Commodore under your arm, then put your bike on your shoulder. Time to head home ...
[ ] Do just that. You probably shouldn't tell Dad who it's from, but he might be interested in the artefact.
[ ] Tell Dad you'll be late and go visit Fion. It's your own choice, you're not just doing what she wants.
[ ] Something else?
You stare at the device for a moment, then lower the lid to have a look at the hazard diamond that's been plastered across the top. It looks angry. Even if you didn't know how to interpret it you could probably tell it was bad news. Given that you can interpret it, you know you're being warned that it's explosive, highly reactive in water, potentially invasive and will cause instant death. You glance at the bureaucrat.
"Can you actually give this to me?"
"I can do whatever I like."
You open the box and lift the device. It's both lighter and heavier than it looks: lighter than its size, heavier than its sleek, silvery construction. You're no expert, but you are certain that it is an artifice of pure Efreet technology. There's almost no human technology that isn't at least related to that ancient civilisation, but it's rare to encounter a whole artefact like this. Despite the fact it was built by an alien eons before your predecessor species was more that slime in the oceans, and despite the slightly weird double curved shape and semi-pistol grip, it's quite comfortable.
You give it an experimental swing. Feels pretty good. You pack it back up in the box. As you close the lid, you notice a square of paper tucked into the red velvet.
"Do I ... owe you anything?" you ask experimentally.
"Just remember that the Empire of Velka once favoured you."
-v-
You're sitting on the rear deck of the ferry back to Pelegosto. Your bike is standing vertically in the seat next you, and you're sitting with both your feet up on the arm rest. There are a couple of oceanographers, you're pretty sure they're on exchange with UKuta from the Commonwealth, checking you out. You try to focus on your nomograms. Oldschool rocket science is your favourite subject.
Your'e using your Space Phone as your straight edge, and it buzzes under your fingers. It's a message from Fion.
「I'm bored. Come do me?」
"I'm not a toy, jeez," you say, and close the phone. Some of your male friends are somewhat jealous of your relationship with Fion, but they didn't have to spend 13 years getting dressed up like a doll at her whims. That only stopped two years ago. When you were 16. You suppress a shudder.
When you glance up you can see the dark shape of the main island. You pack your bag, tuck the box with the gift from that Commodore under your arm, then put your bike on your shoulder. Time to head home ...
[ ] Do just that. You probably shouldn't tell Dad who it's from, but he might be interested in the artefact.
[ ] Tell Dad you'll be late and go visit Fion. It's your own choice, you're not just doing what she wants.
[ ] Something else?
[X] Tell Dad you'll be late and go visit Fion. It's your own choice, you're not just doing what she wants.
staplesdex2
CLASSFIED
[X] Tell dad you'll be late and go visit Fion. It's your own choice, you're just not doing what she wants.
- Location
- The Hague
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I don't really want to give too much away, but so far these options have served more than one purpose. The more or less even vote is interesting in its own way.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] Tell Dad you'll be late and go visit Fion. It's your own choice, you're not just doing what she wants.
Mindless Drone
Observe, Learn, and React.
[X] Do just that. You probably shouldn't tell Dad who it's from, but he might be interested in the artifact.