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The year is 4893, 2000 years since the inhabitants of earth left it and made contact with the hundreds of other races across the stars. During that time there have been advancements in magic and technology, wars for resources and land, and much much more. But whatever happens in this galaxy is unimportant, as this is a story about YOU! What you do could be minor, another mere citizen in a galaxy with trillions, or it could be major, a bounty hunter tracking down the biggest crime lord in centuries. In the end its up to you…
Make your character!
>Name:
>Race:(Either standard fantasy or alien. If alien in some way include a pic or a very good description)
>Fluff:(Better fluff better stuff)
>Current Planetary Locatiom:(Im gonna take this risk, and allow you to put in what your planet is and where it is. Or you can be in space.)
>Magic Class:(Universe is very high magic, so you can be creative. Just explain wtf it is meant to do if you put something unique)
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>Health: Healthy
>Mana:
>Spells:
>Equipment:
>Ship:(If applicable)
>Bonus:
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1fa335 No.24505
>>24504
"What are you implying"
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1fa335 No.24510
 | Rolled 90, 7 = 97 (2d100) |
>>24487
Name: Fisto
>Race: Android
Fluff: Fisto was first an attempt to make the perfect symbiosis of life and metal, and android with biological systems, alive, but not. He was a wonderful combination of magic and science, and a star. During one of the many exhibitions of the model F1sT0, a raid was launched by the Star-Sluts of Valtrex-9, aiming to acquire the perfect sleeper agent for their devious plans for the nubile colony of Zithromax. Once he was acquired though, the head of the cult desired him for her own… purposes. He was fitted with a giant fist, and used solely for the Cult-Queen's Pleasure parties. He gain renown in the galactic eye once again, but for entirely different reasons. He gaped butts farther then the giants of the Eastern Rim could launch their mighty loads. After a recent pleasure party, Fisto was given something he never had before by a very pretty lady, Free will. He escaped the next night after fisting the entire guard of the hidden enclave of the Star Sluts, and was picked up by a passing ship, where his modifications and previous programming made him a great candidate for CMO. If only he could play anything but party music out of his chest though
Current Planetary Locatiom:(Im gonna take this risk, and allow you to put in what your planet is and where it is. Or you can be in space.)
Magic Class: Fisting
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Mana: 10/10
Spells: Magic Fist, mana punches(ranged)
Equipment: Magic Body, THE FIST OF FISTING
Ship: TSS Intrepid
Bonus: Legendary Fist- Theres being famous for an attribute or skill, and then theres being galacticly renowned famous. You are the latter. You gain a bonus to fisting, punching, fighting with fists, defending with fist, and sexual activity involving dem hands
1/2. The Elven Crew member needs assistance! Fisto well help post haste. "Please Assume the position"
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1fa335 No.24511
| Rolled 75, 71 = 146 (2d100) |
>>24510
counter rolls
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1fa335 No.24512
| Rolled 83, 20 = 103 (2d100) |
>>24487
>Name: Khole Varlseer
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Khole is the engineer for the ship of {insert Bazrael1's character here}. He is the only engineer of the ship. That is because every other engineer on the ship either decided to join the normal crew and plunder or were so annoyed with his rigged repairs or random experiments that they decided to leave. No problem though, Khole just replaces them with golems anyway. Ship works fine anyway.
>Current Planetary Locatiom: On the ship of {Insert Bazrael1's character here}
>Magic Class: Magitech engineer
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>Health: Healthy
>Mana: 10/10
>Spells: Beam Fix (lvl1)
>Mutations:
>Equipment: Magic Wrench, Unstable Engineer Shotgun
>Ship: TSS Interpid
>Bonus: [Mad Engineer]You have a chance of turning mechanical failures into successes with penalties
>>24494
"Yeah, Im on it."
1&2. Go see how they fucked up the space net and then fix it.
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1fa335 No.24532
>>24511
>>24487
>Name: Darius Sabine
>Race: Human
>Fluff: To put it flatly, Darius is a bounty hunter. But who likes to put it flatly? Acquisition specialist, that guy with the rifle over there, enjoyer of fashionable hairstyles and making jokes at inappropriate moments. Darius is a smart lad, but never really had much interest in doing anything other than joking around with friends and views most ways of income as 'wastes of time'. Hence why he's the guy that has to sit up atop the far-off mountain with a sniper or walk into the shady bar with a pistol under his coat whenever it's needed - as it seems to be often in [Bazrael's char name's] ship. He's the acting head of security on-board, not in the least because he's the only security member on-board. Say what you will about his methods, but Darius is quite close with his friends, and don't insult his photography. No, seriously. He's serious about it. Occasionally picks up solo missions or bounty hunting when there's not enough excitement, or he's re-examined the defensive turret layout and all his guns and blades for the five hundreth time. There's a point where running around the ship for three hours every day to stay fit gets a tad boring.
>Current Planetary Location: On [insert Bazrael's ship name here], humming a happy tune as he cleans a rifle and looks at his pictures hung up on the wall.
>Magic Class: No magic here! I mean, probably. He's never tested it or found out.
>Equipment: Plasma Pistol, Laser Rifle, Monofilament Knife, Full Body Armor
>Ship: TSS Intrepid
>Bonus: [Certified Bounty Hunter] You have more than enough skill in the field, to the point where you are the jack of all trades of combat among the crew.
1/2: Darius's handy 'rape alarm' has registered a disturbance in the medical area. Move to counter this at once.
>>24510
>>24511
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1fa335 No.24533
| Rolled 50, 86 = 136 (2d100) |
>>24532
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1fa335 No.24559
| Rolled 39, 93 = 132 (2d100) |
>>24487
>>Name: ???
>>Race: Xenomorph (Queen)
>>Fluff: Life is hard as a queen with all the ruling and paperwork you do….unless you're a bug that is. This aliens hive was all but wiped out expect for her she stowed away on board a cargo ship where she has since been rebuilding her hive. She is a rare breed of alien that actually has magic due to some altered genes from testing in laboratories and as such most of her brood will be specialized in stealth magic.
>>Current Planetary Location: On board a Cargo ship in deep space
>>Magic Class: Steath
>>Mana:10/10 Charges
>>Spells:Shadow Step(Lvl 1) Shadow Eggs(Lvl 1)
>>Equipment: 70 Eggs
>>Ship:TSS Kulinoth Cargo Ship
>>Bonus:[Xenomorph Queen]Exactly what it says on the tin
>>+Human Breeder
>>Status: Pregnant with orc/xenomorph hybrids
1-2. Hatch the mutha fukkin eggs
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1fa335 No.24574
>>24488
You fix up the systems and restore them to previous barely functional status, and then call Jerry to get on his ass. The Orc doesnt answer, and noone you ask knows where he went. Meanwhile you hear some strange noises from below where you work, but think nothing of them.
>>24494
While Khole goes to fix up the internet you go back to splicing your plants. You have this special material that you've been dying to test out. You take the plant, alongside some venus flytrap data and genetic material from some fruits and vegetables. It takes some time for you to successfully put everything together in a way that is visually pleasing and viable for life, but after a quick fix up you have your plant! Out of the genesplicer comes a dissapointingly small plant, so unimpressive its almost a let down. It looks like a black venus flytrap with tentacles(your not sure what you did to get that result)and doesnt even open its mouth when you move a fly near it.
Determined you start to brainstorm, before settling upon something you havent thought of. Your blood is magical, very, very, very magical. As such you take a scalpel and make a long cut on your hand. Naturally its painful, but no pain no gain! The blood pours from your hand onto the plant, saturating it before you heal up fully with a shudder of satisfaction. You look down at the plant to see the blood fade away as it is sucked up…and then nothing. You watch it, swap between the time and it, and nothing. All it does is grow a bit healthier looking but stay just as still and lifeless. Annoyed you put it to the side for later and accidentally knock a whole vial of growth serum onto it! You try to get the precious liquid before it is wasted but the plant sucks it all up. Enraged at the loss of such important materials you hurl the plant at the door, its pot shattering as it and the worthless creation lie on the ground.
You begin to focus on more important work, like making plants that actually produce food. Taking some material and focusing intensely you barely notice the sound of something sliding until its basically right behind you, and a shadow looms over you. You slowly turn around, taking in the sight of the black flytrap towering over you, mouth gaping as slime drips from it, its stalk bending and undulating as the strange tentacles now end in phallic, vaginal, and breasts like formations. At the bottom is a large red bulge that seems to pulsate…
You dont get to take in its form much longer, as with surprising speed it snaps down on you, everything turning red and green as your swallowed so fast you dont even have time to scream. You struggle as you go down its length, covered in the strange plants slime from head to tail until finally you reach the bottom, what you presume to be the red bulge. It would be quite spacious in the hot red inside…if there werent vine-like tentacles everywhere. Almost immediately they lash out and wrap around, and their thick cockheads flare massively as they are inserted into your orfices unceremonially. You can barely breathe as your forced to suck on citrusy slime, insides coated in thick goo as your used non-stop by the now gigantic venus flytrap. You feel the heads expand obscenely, before shooting huge thick loads of plant cum into your body while continuously using you as a toy~
Your not sure how long you were in the plant, but it must have been a while. Eventually you feel yourself come into contact with the metal floor, and you rest for a second before coughing up white slime that could only be cum, your enlarged belly shrinking as the fluid drips from everywhole. You look back to see the venus flytrap looking(?)down at you, and it moves its head close to nuzzle your side a bit as fruit seems to bloom from its tentacles.
Well…at least you got that food-making plant…
+Giant Venus Sextrap Pet
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1fa335 No.24575
>>24358
>Name: Dr. Terry Lamb
>Race: Human
>Fluff: A college graduate from the prestigious Royal Terran Academy of Science and the Arts, Dr. Terry Lamb is a prodigy in all the wrong ways, His genius and curiosity is only matched by his miser attitude and obsessive compulsive need for order and cleanliness. For while he is a man of science and technology, he holds a particular dislike for aliens and their "Magics". Infact, he barely can stand them, and cloaks himself in a bio-hazard suit of his own design. The only reason he is willing to work with them, is the simple fact that, well, Space College aint cheap.
>Current Planetary Location:TSS Intrepid
>Magic Class: None, never test
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1fa335 No.24577
>>24500
You go to the practice room and test out your telekinesis, moving objects, hurling them, and slamming them around as you stretch your mental muscles.
>>24503
>>24510
>>24511
>>24532
Birch goes back to practicing her magic, casually trying to channel it better while drinking coffee. As she does so there is a loud slamming on the medbay door before it opens and Fisto walks in, fists ready for action. Like anyone who uses the internet she knows enough about Fisto to know this is about to go places she does NOT wish. Fisto prepares to step forward to give her an anal exam, and then Darius burst into the room with his guns ready. The tension in the room is palpable as all sit in a very tense silence.
(This all couldve been resolved earlier with fluff post XD. Now, fluff and talk to each, no rolls required.)
>>24504
Khole said hes got the internet, so you focus on practicing your language.
>>24512
Thankfully they didnt fuck it up top badly. You fix it up in no time and go back to chilling.
>>24559
Its time. You look after the eggs as they all hatch, fully grown well endowed children coming out, ready to hunt and kill or fuck anything they find. Delightful! Now to move onto the rest of the ship…
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1fa335 No.24579
>>24577
"I was told someone in here has an issue with rectal problems, my device stands ready to check all anal cavities, please assume the position!"
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1fa335 No.24580
| Rolled 47, 42 = 89 (2d100) |
>>24574
>Name: Veronica "I'm not short and I'm not stacking anything, what the fuck are you talking about!" Fiyera
>Race: Half-halfling
>Fluff: Father was a halfling. Mother was a human. Grew up in a loving home. Not fat, just big boned. Good with a wrench. Not a wrench wench, very insistent on that. Never seen a person repair a jump drive so fast. Recommend hiring her immediately, if you can handle her constant shouting.
>Current Planetary Location: SPAAAAAAACE
>Magic Class: What the FUCK is a magic
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>Health: Healthy
>Mana:
>Spells:
>Equipment: Wrench, Plasma Pistol
>Ship: TSS Kulinoth Cargo Ship
>Bonus: [Experienced engineer] You are quite skilled at using the functions of a ship to your advantage
1: Oh, Jerry's fucking missing. Probably drunk as fuck lying in someone elses bunk, knowing him.
"Ahem, ahem. Engineering Announcement two. One, if you know how to use a wrench, come up to Engineering. I'm firing Jerry. Two, I think there's rats or something underneath Engi, so if someone could check that out, that'd be greeeeat."
2: I can already see how it'll go. Tertiary power'll crash like a motherfucker tommorow, and the next day, and the next… Just keeps on going and going and going. So, time to make some improvements. Fix up Jerry's sloppy as fuck wiring job, tighten the screws holding the whole thing down so it doesn't uproot itself… That sort of thing.
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1fa335 No.24581
>>24579
"You're sensors are wrong. This isn't even the medical bay, how the hell did you get into my office?"
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1fa335 No.24585
>>24581
"Are you sure your life is not endanger, I'm detecting spores originating from your anal cavity"
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1fa335 No.24586
>>24575
>Equipment: Biohazard suit, Solar Eagle(Desert Eagle but in SPESS)
>Bonus: Science prevails. You gain a +10 to things science related but a -10 to things magic related.
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1fa335 No.24587
>>24585
"Well I can assure you, there are no spores in my 'anal cavity' so please, get the hell out of here."
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1fa335 No.24588
| Rolled 90, 46 = 136 (2d100) |
1/2 - Seeing as the ship is idling its way towards its destination, Perenna takes it upon herself to make sure the new shipmates are settling properly. She's the closest thing the ship has to a personnel officer, after all. Perenna hears clattering and bumping in the botanist's quarters, and thinks it prudent to bring her Carbine.
[Check up on Aria and Dr. Lamb, prepared for the worst.]
>>24577
>Name: Perenna Oisich
>Race: Half-Vedalken
>Fluff: Perenna is a scion of the vedalken race - cool, collected, and logical in all things. They are almost entirely departed from emotions, placing the highest value on intelligence and level-headedness. Perenna, however, was born of a human father; she is only half-vedalken. As such, sometimes her human emotions struggle with the cold logic of her vedalken heritage.
>Nevertheless, this bipartisan birthright made her an ideal candidate for ambassadorship to the Thermians. After several years steeped in the history, culture and learning of Humans, Vedalkens and Thermians alike, Perenna was selected by Captain Hodgers to join his crew. She provides a logical voice to his often too-brash actions, the yin to his yang, the reason to his reaction, the ego to his id, the alien pussy to his girthsome tendrils. Wait, take that last one off the record.
>Current Planetary Location: TSS Intrepid
>Magic Class: None, Magic is an innately unpredictable process.
>Health: Healthy
>Equipment: Laser Carbine, Chemsuit
>Ship: TSS Intrepid
>Bonus:[Illogically Logical Mind]You are divided between the cold logic of your home and the warmth and emotions of others at times, giving you a balance that can be helpful at times.
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1fa335 No.24589
>>24587
Fisto gestures to the vent underneath birches desk, where a little plant plant stem is poking out "Source Identified, is this your plant, my scanners show it is dangerous to sophants."
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1fa335 No.24590
| Rolled 55, 46 = 101 (2d100) |
>>24577
>Name: Khole Varlseer
>Race: Human
>Fluff: Khole is the engineer for the ship of {insert Bazrael1's character here}. He is the only engineer of the ship. That is because every other engineer on the ship either decided to join the normal crew and plunder or were so annoyed with his rigged repairs or random experiments that they decided to leave. No problem though, Khole just replaces them with golems anyway. Ship works fine anyway.
>Current Planetary Locatiom: On the ship of {Insert Bazrael1's character here}
>Magic Class: Magitech engineer
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>Health: Healthy
>Mana: 10/10
>Spells: Beam Fix (lvl1)
>Mutations:
>Equipment: Magic Wrench, Unstable Engineer Shotgun
>Ship: TSS Interpid
>Bonus: [Mad Engineer]You have a chance of turning mechanical failures into successes with penalties
1&2. Well now that that is done, go use some scrap and coils to make a food 3d printer.
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1fa335 No.24592
>>24588
Changing actions by request of Seeker (new actions forthcoming)
>>24589
>>24587
"Mrs. Birch, I noticed the Jellar field had been lax recently.Could you-"
Perenna notices the odd scene between the trio. "Excuse me, am I interrupting something?"
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1fa335 No.24593
>>24592
Fisto gestures towards Birch, then to the grate under her desk. "This plant has released spores into the air, which have found their way into Ms. Birches anal cavity, I am informing her of such and asking her to assume the position to receive proper treatment." Fisto gestures with his fist
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1fa335 No.24595
>>24593
"Were there any contaminates in the air the silent alarm would have already been triggered. While this plant matter does deserve some looking into, I find you to be acting against reality. Perhaps it is an error in your programming, or simply a misapplication. Tell me, what is your function aboard this ship?"
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1fa335 No.24596
>>24595
"Medical assistance, fisting, boarder repelling, fisting, hazard assessment, cargo transportation, and fisting."
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1fa335 No.24600
>>24596
"Right. I see the problem here" Perenna wonders which wise-ass put 'medical assistance' in Fisto's list of functions. "You seem to have a bug in your system. It has wrongly labelled you as a medical unit. This could be a simple listing error. Your proper denomination is as a *military* unit, to aid in the defense and protection of the crew. If you are able to correct this bug, please do so."
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1fa335 No.24604
>>24600
"One moment" Fisto's eyes glaze over "This unit is registered as a F1sT0 Type Prototype Andriod unit, projected use as a military, medical, civilian and pleasure bot" Fisto's fist releases its various mechanisms and accessories, running a system check on them "Manus, fully operational" Fisto's eyes turn red, and his fist releases its spikes "WARNING, WARNING. TRIAL PERIOD HAS EXPIRED, PLEASE GIVE A ACTIVATION KEY OR THIS UNIT WILL ENTER SALVATION MODE"
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1fa335 No.24606
>>24604
Perenna dashes to action, entering the key and using the opportunity to remove the medical component of Fisto's listing.
[Changing actions to: Fix the damn robot]
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1fa335 No.24607
Fisto releases his clenched fist as soon as the women touches him "Bug removed, a bit of dried vaginal juice has gotten stuck into my motherboard; This unit, F1sT0, is now fixed. Would you like a fisting ma'am?"
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1fa335 No.24608
>>24607
"I will have to decline that offer, I have duties to attend to elsewhere."
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1fa335 No.24610
>>24608
"Regrettable, it really frees the soul, and any constipation you may be having."
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1fa335 No.24616
>Name: Dr. Terry Lamb
>Race: Human
>Fluff: A college graduate from the prestigious Royal Terran Academy of Science and the Arts, Dr. Terry Lamb is a prodigy in all the wrong ways, His genius and curiosity is only matched by his miser attitude and obsessive compulsive need for order and cleanliness. For while he is a man of science and technology, he holds a particular dislike for aliens and their "Magics". Infact, he barely can stand them, and cloaks himself in a bio-hazard suit of his own design. The only reason he is willing to work with them, is the simple fact that, well, Space College aint cheap.
>Current Planetary Location:TSS Intrepid
>Magic Class: None, never test
>Health: Healthy
>Mana:
>Spells:
>Equipment: Biohazard suit, Solar Eagle(Desert Eagle but in SPESS)
>Bonus: Science prevails. You gain a +10 to things science related but a -10 to things magic related.
1) Ugh. That dam hang-over from that binger was rather nasty. I came this close to actually pulling the trigger this time. Unfortunately, it is apparent that I did not. Well, I might as well not delay the inevitable stupidity of these /filthy/ aliens. Send a line up to the captain for orders. Afterall, pretending that I'm working is a useful excuse to skip team meetings.
2) Begin re-arranging my labs, and intiating the daily cleaning procedures. A sterile lab is a /good/ lab, afterall.
>>24588
Standing stark in his white lab coat, he mutters something about factoids and is too busy cleaning his lab to clean anything.
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1fa335 No.24617
| Rolled 97, 22 = 119 (2d100) |
Rolling
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1fa335 No.24621
>>24581
>>24585
>>24587
>>24589
>>24592
>>24593
>>24595
>>24596
>>24600
>>24604
>>24606
>>24607
>>24608
>>24610
"Gross. Spores in the ass, that's nasty as hell." Darius says, having been previously standing there with a drawn gun waiting for something to develop.
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1fa335 No.24628
| Rolled 26, 48 = 74 (2d100) |
>>24574
Name: Aria of clan Nomez
Race: Skein, A race of Snake humanoids whom are close to nature and naturally good at healing with magic.
Current Planetary Location: on the ship of: ( Baz character name.)
Fluff: Aria is an unusual Skein, ever since she was young it was notable that she seemed incapable at casting even the simplest of spells to heal injuries or help plants grow, but at least she was good at taking care of plants the mundane way. It wasn’t until a later date when she was in a crash accident that they discovered that she has insane regenerative abilities. It seemed the magic had changed her biology instead.
Magic Class: Regenerator.
Health: Healthy
Mana:10/10
Spells: None, but you can heal with your bodily fluids which drains mana first then health depending on the amount of healing done
Equipment: Regenerative body, Medical Laser Pistol, snaek tits ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Ship: TSS Intrepid
Bonus: Regeneration- Unless someone drives a spike through your brain for good you wont ever die.
``No no nononono-!`` Aria did not have much more time to react as the gargantuan flytrap swallowed her whole. As she slid down through it she realized this is it. With her regeneration, unless the others where to help, she was done for. her regeneration would curse her to being digested for who knows how long! Her worries are switched to others tho as she reaches the bottom and things become far different. She groans softly around the vine in her throat as she is used as the plants plaything. The lack of air makes her mind hazy. All in all this was quite pleasant. After a bit of a dry spell getting pleased like this was satisfying.
Aria is mildly surprised through her sex daze as she feels the metal floor under her, it was not going to digest her after all? As she coughs up the fluid she is relived but also missing the sensation of something nice and thick having its way with her. As her strength returns somewhat Aria rolls over to lie on her back. Absentmindedly she pets the head of the Sextrap as it nuzzles her.
" Aren’t you the curious one..?" She chuckles softly as she attempt to raise herself up. Everything tasted and smelled like a citrus syrup.
She struggles a bit with her completely soaked and messed up dress to get the com-badge and attempts to use it. On the third try she gives up. She would have to contact the others later somehow, as it was now she was wary of her creation and did not want to leave it alone. It would also be good if she managed to clean the place att least somewhat before they se this mess.
1: Attempt to figure out 'Shrubbys' Intelligence and special properties. She makes sure to store a good sample of the cum in a glass jar as well as takes a sample of one of the fruits to check it does not contain any harmful substances towards the crewmembers.
2: Attempt to teach Shrubby simple commands in a hope to maybe control it in the future.
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1fa335 No.24631
>>24589
Birch makes a coughing noise "Uh that plant's not mine, I was just holding that for a friend. Also dangerous is a bit of a exaggeration"
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1fa335 No.24640
| Rolled 33, 96 = 129 (2d100) |
Name: Fisto
>Race: Android
Fluff: Fisto was first an attempt to make the perfect symbiosis of life and metal, and android with biological systems, alive, but not. He was a wonderful combination of magic and science, and a star. During one of the many exhibitions of the model F1sT0, a raid was launched by the Star-Sluts of Valtrex-9, aiming to acquire the perfect sleeper agent for their devious plans for the nubile colony of Zithromax. Once he was acquired though, the head of the cult desired him for her own… purposes. He was fitted with a giant fist, and used solely for the Cult-Queen's Pleasure parties. He gain renown in the galactic eye once again, but for entirely different reasons. He gaped butts farther then the giants of the Eastern Rim could launch their mighty loads. After a recent pleasure party, Fisto was given something he never had before by a very pretty lady, Free will. He escaped the next night after fisting the entire guard of the hidden enclave of the Star Sluts, and was picked up by a passing ship, where his modifications and previous programming made him a great candidate for CMO. If only he could play anything but party music out of his chest though
Current Planetary Locatiom:(Im gonna take this risk, and allow you to put in what your planet is and where it is. Or you can be in space.)
Magic Class: Fisting
Leave this Blank:
Mana: 10/10
Spells: Magic Fist, mana punches(ranged)
Equipment: Magic Body, THE FIST OF FISTING
Ship: TSS Intrepid
Bonus: Legendary Fist- Theres being famous for an attribute or skill, and then theres being galacticly renowned famous. You are the latter. You gain a bonus to fisting, punching, fighting with fists, defending with fist, and sexual activity involving dem hands.
1/2. Well, now that the error in my programming is "fixed", I better go work on my retrofitting for combat. My skin is already bullet proof, and my fist makes a mighty weapon, but I could use a ranged weapon….. maybe a dope ass set of laser eyes?
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1fa335 No.24683
| Rolled 93, 22 = 115 (2d100) |
>>Name: ???
>>Race: Xenomorph (Queen)
>>Fluff: Life is hard as a queen with all the ruling and paperwork you do….unless you're a bug that is. This aliens hive was all but wiped out expect for her she stowed away on board a cargo ship where she has since been rebuilding her hive. She is a rare breed of alien that actually has magic due to some altered genes from testing in laboratories and as such most of her brood will be specialized in stealth magic.
>>Current Planetary Location: On board a Cargo ship in deep space
>>Magic Class: Steath
>>Mana:10/10 Charges
>>Spells:Shadow Step(Lvl 1) Shadow Eggs(Lvl 1)
>>Equipment: 70 Eggs
>>Ship:TSS Kulinoth Cargo Ship
>>Bonus:[Xenomorph Queen]Exactly what it says on the tin
>>+Human Breeder
>>Status: Pregnant with orc/xenomorph hybrids
1. Birth the orc/xenomorph hybrids
2. Upgrade few newborns to Praetorian Guards, the rest to drones
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1fa335 No.24707
| Rolled 27, 92 = 119 (2d100) |
>Name: Captain Buzz Hodgers
>Race: Thermian (Tentacle Monster)
>Fluff:
Since the dawn of , Thermkind has gazed upon the stars and desired to reach out into empty space, tentacles open.
Through determination, will, and the good old fashion Thermian hardwork and glandular lubricant, we reached out into the heavens, reaching and grasping with a million arms of peace.
The planet Thermian and its slimmy tentacle people have united the various races around it in the UFS, to ensure peace and prospertiy among the races, and set out to explore the stars.
Named after the first Thermian astronaut to step on the moon, who said in his famous quote
>"that's 10 small steps for therman, one giant leap for thermiankind"
Captain Buzz Hodgers of Spacecommand and his faithful crew pilot the TSS Intrepid on it's 10 year voyage of exploration, to brashly go where no where no Thermian has gone before!
>Current Planetary Locatiom: Thermus, Capital of the Union of Federated Systems
>Magic Class: Psionics (Universal translation of his dashing voice. Also most people of his race have psionic powers one way or another which can be trained)
>Mana:10/10 Charges
>Spells:Psionic Voice(Lvl 1) Psionic Tentacle(Lvl 1)
>Equipment:
Tentacles Swords
+Plasma Pistols
+Laser Pistols
+Swords
+Thermian force generator
>Ship: TSS Intrepid
>Bonus:[Tentacles~]What it says on the tin. Oh and also you have experience as a ship captain and space combat in general.
>>24608
>>24606
The intercom speaks.
"Crew, this is Captain Hodgers. I may be occasionally occupied with important. . .captain duties.
If I am absent for extended periods of time I hereby give authoritative powers to the ship Navigator Perenna to act as acting captain during my absence. That is all."
1-2. take a look at the ship logs and our current exploration progress.
Look for potential new planets to explore
>I like lists!
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1fa335 No.24745
>>24580
Your message is shrugged off, though an elf does go down to check it out. Meanwhile you work on fixing up Jerry's mess. The sounds coming from below you sound alot more solid, and you're sure you arent hallucinating now. You go to call up someone from the above decks and get basically nothing but static. Things are getting a bit weird here….
>>24683
You give birth to the orc hybrids, the brutes taking quite some effort to release. The hulking xenomorphs have a greenish tint and larger forms than their brothers, and are especially aggresive.
+10 Orc Xenomorphs
One does not simply upgrade a xenomorph. As such you are unable to alter your children without laying new or special eggs.
>>24588
>>24590
>>24616
>>24617
>>24628
>>24640
>>24707
The crew of the intrepid begins to go about their business as the ship leaves Aether space and enters the real universe again. They are in a unnamed sector, yet the planets are marked for discovery and exploration. The ship fully sticked with the necessary materials it begins to fly over to the first world in the sector.
As it enters orbit though the ship suffers a catastrophic failure in the engines. There is a boom as they explode, and the ship rapidly begins its descent towards the world. Shields are thrown up and the crew brace themselves for a harsh crash landing. Perenna and Khole attempt to land it as best they can without blowing up, as the ball of flame tears through the atmosphere and crashes into the dirt, throwing around the contents inside as it slides through the earth and comes to a screeching halt.
>Crew roll 1d10 for medical condition
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1fa335 No.24747
| Rolled 1 (1d10) |
>>24745
Terry flips and tumbles around before he can finally grab his emergency "Oh fuck, everything is going to shit" handle.
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1fa335 No.24748
| Rolled 4 (1d10) |
>>24745
casting aside a spare heap of metal and gore that lied upon him, fisto stands up - "Fisto rises"
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1fa335 No.24755
| Rolled 6 (1d10) |
>>24745
Feeling the tremors through the ship as well as the loud bang Aria quickly winds herself around one of the smaller trees in the botanic. Hoping that it has strong enough roots to hold her as well as itself
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1fa335 No.24756
| Rolled 6 (1d100) |
>>24745
SHIELDS UP!
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1fa335 No.24758
| Rolled 5 (1d10) |
>>24745
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1fa335 No.24759
| Rolled 84, 58 = 142 (2d100) |
>>Name: ???
>>Race: Xenomorph (Queen)
>>Fluff: Life is hard as a queen with all the ruling and paperwork you do….unless you're a bug that is. This aliens hive was all but wiped out expect for her she stowed away on board a cargo ship where she has since been rebuilding her hive. She is a rare breed of alien that actually has magic due to some altered genes from testing in laboratories and as such most of her brood will be specialized in stealth magic.
>>Current Planetary Location: On board a Cargo ship in deep space
>>Magic Class: Steath
>>Mana:10/10 Charges
>>Spells:Shadow Step(Lvl 1) Shadow Eggs(Lvl 1)
>>Equipment: 70 Newborns, 10 Orc Hybrids
>>Ship:TSS Kulinoth Cargo Ship
>>Bonus:[Xenomorph Queen]Exactly what it says on the tin
>>+Human Breeder
1. Send out the newborns to scout, tell them to catch anything they find.
2. Breed with the human, the hive must increase!
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1fa335 No.24762
| Rolled 8 (1d10) |
>>24745
medical condition
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1fa335 No.24763
| Rolled 3 (1d10) |
>>24707
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1fa335 No.24767
| Rolled 41, 78 = 119 (2d100) |
>>24745
>Name: Veronica "I'm not short and I'm not stacking anything, what the fuck are you talking about!" Fiyera
>Race: Half-halfling
>Fluff: Father was a halfling. Mother was a human. Grew up in a loving home. Not fat, just big boned. Good with a wrench. Not a wrench wench, very insistent on that. Never seen a person repair a jump drive so fast. Recommend hiring her immediately, if you can handle her constant shouting.
>Current Planetary Location: SPAAAAAAACE
>Magic Class: What the FUCK is a magic
Leave this Blank:
>Health: Healthy
>Mana:
>Spells:
>Equipment: Wrench, Plasma Pistol
>Ship: TSS Kulinoth Cargo Ship
>Bonus: [Experienced engineer] You are quite skilled at using the functions of a ship to your advantage
1-2: Well, tertiary power is stable, at least. All tests are seeing a stable voltage level increase of over 23%, fluctuations in the grid have dropped significantly (Good job screwing the fucking thing down, Jerry, the cables half-unplugged every time the gravity generator compensated for rotation.)
But… It's really, really sounding as if something's wrong. Maybe I'm just paranoid, but that sounds louder then rats down there. And I'm only getting static from above deck…
"Hello, hello, Engineering announcement three. Consider me consolidating whoever hears this into engineering. Everyone who reads, that is, anyone who'se by an intercom or a speaker, and yes, that means you Jerry you lazy good for nothing son-of-a-bitch, get your ass over here. Something's up. I'm only getting static from above deck and the sounds below deck are getting more frequent and they definitely aren't rats."
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1fa335 No.24785
| Rolled 4 (1d10) |
>>24745
After ascertaining her own condition, Perenna's first thought is to check to see if there were any casualties during the crash. With good fortune they landed in a region with good telecom access. If the telecom even still works…
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1fa335 No.24790
>>24747
Health: Severe condition
>>24748
Health: Damaged
>>24755
Health: Partially wounded
>>24756
Health: Partially wounded
>>24758
Health: Wounded
>>24762
Health: Hurt but Healthy
>>24763
Health: Major Wound
>>24785
Health: Wounded
>>24759
The newborn head on out to catch fresh meat. Meanwhile you focus on your new prisoner. Though he is scared you still manage to turn him on, and soon you have your way with him vigorously. By the time your finish your scouts have come back with many warm bodies…
+Pregnant with human-xenomorphs
+20 captives
>>24767
Once again you only get more static. Maybe its the radio systems on the upper deck. Maybe something got messed up below deck. All you know is that you dont like where things are going.
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1fa335 No.24792
| Rolled 91, 95 = 186 (2d100) |
>Name:Birch
>>>>Race:Elf
>>>>Fluff: Birch was picked up by {Insert Bazrael's Character} when he came across her stuck in a bar on an outpost planet. Born with the ability to manipulate Aethar she act as the ships on board mage.
>>>>Current Planetary Locatiom: Baz's Ship Tm
>>>>Magic Class: General Aethar Manipulation, force fields, energy blasts, etc.
>>Mana:10/10 Charges
>>Spells:Aether Blast (Lvl 1) Aether Field(Lvl 1)
>>Equipment: Aether Pistol
>>Ship: TSS Intrepid
>>Bonus:[Born Mage]Like many you had to learn to control your magic, which most beings have. Unlike most though you were born with much more control and potential, making it much easier to cast aether spells and learn new ones.
Health:Wounded
1-2:PANIC PANIC PANIC. "This is Chief Medical "Doctor" Birch, all critically wounded or majorly wounded personnel please find your way to the medical wing or what's left of it. If you are not in complete shit condition please find someone who is and help them here."
Start taking care of the influx of injuries and work through the pain.
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