/erp/ - Erotic Roleplay

I've done this before, but it was heavy snuff sort of thing. My partner and I built an alliance where I would basically go, 'I command your worlds and sectors to go X' and they would conquer an entire area for me, whilst I would habitat / eventually over take their planets one by one, slowly getting closer to their home planet.

End game we conquered the galaxy, and their entire race was enslaved and being systematically being purged from the existence, with the only bit we 'properly' RP'd was me bombarding their home planet into obliteration whilst their ruler gagged on my dictator's cock.

And then died.

It was really fucking hot throughout the entire thing and had -no- reason to be that arousing for both of us being cat girl nations. Like goddamn.

I might be cool with the idea. I might have an issue with trying to fit in an appropriate time slot.

Stellaris is a very shitty game, by far Paradox's worst in living memory (I've been playing them for a decade) and that's saying something, especially in recent years.

I guess you've suggested it because it's the only non-historical game and you get to customise your race/nation but I still don't think it's a very good base. I sort of like the broader idea though and would be interested to see it take place in a better game.

I guess no one here has the necessary autism to play Aurora

>>146551

>ERPing in Aurora

Nigga, you must be joshin'. I'd ERP in Stellaris, sure, but not in something that actively doesn't want me playing it with its horrible trans-stellar slowdown and retina-burning UI.

>>146552

Well the biggest issue is that Aurora isn't MP. And it doesn't run natively on Linux.

In terms of the game, it's far better than Stellaris. The spreadsheets of Aurora are infinitely preferable to the horrendous repetitive boredom of Stellaris. I've been following the dev diaries since before release and they indicated that with the change of leader it was getting better but I played it the other week and it was still fucking dull and uninteresting.

>>146554

We're talking about ERP here, not about how good a game it is. And I don't find a spreadsheet simulator very erotic, even when I'm currently modding Dwarf Fortress.

>>146555

Fair. I guess you need to make Stellaris erotic just to give yourself a reason to play for more than 50 years.

>>146556

I've played for the long game only to get to the megastructures, and even then it's just boring.

>>146559

Might as well play Paradox games that aren't shit and 4x/Civ games that aren't shit. Like Endless Space 2. ES2 is basically Stellaris except better in every way, and improving on Endless Space 1. They are extremely similar, although ES2 has a little less scale and writing than Stellaris (not that the scale improved Stellaris at all) it does make up for it with race-exclusive storylines which you normally can't get with Stellaris' useless customization.

>>146559

>it's simply the only game from Paradox I've ever played

Go play Victoria II, their best game that won't scare away millenials. If you need something more flashy, CK2 or EU4 are okay sometimes but there's a fuckton of DLC you can pirate with a legit copy of the base game and it all works fine even MP.

>I'm not really as interested in the historical games

It's definitely a taste thing, but the thing with sci fi games is that there are a lot of them, even just in the strategy genre, so it really shows that Paradox doesn't know what they're doing when the first time they step into a market they don't have a monopoly on, they produce something that's so obviously shit.

>about what happens in the threads between sessions

Yeah like I said I like the broader idea. I wonder if it'd be better for a game with a smaller scale though.

>>146563

Crusader Kings is, I believe, the most streamlined (and simplest by association) of their games, the one that's the normiest.

Thing is, they're all grand strategy games, or at least are all about political intrigue and land ownership in some way. Paradox hasn't made a 4x game yet, and their only attempt thus far has been pretty horrible. If you like 4x games (quite a lot of which are space games without much history at all) then Paradox is not where you should look.

>>146564

>Crusader Kings is, I believe, the most streamlined (and simplest by association) of their games, the one that's the normiest.

I'd say the easiest was Hearts of Iron. Not saying any of them are Candy Crush, but at least the countries in HoI are countries, not a mix of squabbling incestuous assholes.

>>146564

>Crusader Kings is, I believe, the most streamlined

I'd have to disagree. Maybe it's because I'm coming from playing their other games, but dealing with realm management and vassal opinions was very different to blobbing in their other games. It seems the most different to me.

I'd probably agree with the anon below you, HOI4 might be the easiest (coincidentally it's the next worst after Stellaris) , and EU3 or DH after that (EU4 used to be but too much shit to keep track of now).

Okay, so so far the general impression I'm getting is "neat idea but Stellaris is shit, do it with some other game". As far as lewd shit goes, I'm especially interested in there being lots of weird creatures with different (including non-humanoid) body types, so something space-based instead of a historical game about humans warring with each other would be best. What game would be better than Stellaris that fits that bill, and is also a game lots of people have or can easily get?

>>146560

Okay, tell me more about Endless Space 2 please, I've never heard of it. How many races are in the game?

>>146564

So… I guess it's not really pertinent to this thread's topic, but what exactly IS the difference between 4X and Grand Strategy? I understand it's probably a comparison of apples and oranges, but I only have a rudimentary understanding of what a 4X game is (eXplore, eXpand, eXploit, eXterminate, right?) and basically no understanding of what the Grand Strategy genre is suppose to be. Explain it like I'm four, please.

>>146577

Not that guy, but Grand Strategy doesn't have to have any of the 4 Xs. Particularly, a good Grand Strategy isn't based around endless expansionism. Victoria II is the best example of this, you can go from being a primitive tribal nation without even the most basic firearms to an industrial powerhouse ranked #1 in the world over the course of the game if you play your economic, diplomatic, and research cards right. It's true though that Stellaris is more like a 4X, which is why cuckchan banned it from their /gsg/ threads.

>>146581

Okay, so with a Grand Strategy game you don't have a big expanse of territory to claim, you have a finite amount of space you can grow in and if you're going to expand beyond that you're going to do so through different vectors, like having a swelling economy or the best science. It's more focused on interacting with your rivals in ways besides war for territory, if I'm understanding you right? Either way, thanks for explaining.

>>146584

>you don't have a big expanse of territory to claim

>if you're going to expand beyond that you're going to do so through different vectors

No that's not necessarily true, though I can't really say you're wrong either. Mainly, it's beside the point, which is that in Grand Strategy you have a sandbox. You can play it with whatever focus you like, though usually you're guided by historical, cultural or religious aims. Vicky 2 was just one example of how you can choose to industrialise or diplomacise for power instead of conquering. But look at the 4 Xs. In a 4X, you always start by exploring the map, then expanding into unoccupied nearby space, then exploiting the resources you now have access to, and then exterminating your opponents and taking their shit.

In a GS, you don't usually explore at all (possible exception: EU3/4 into the Americas as Western European nations, though without shitty RNW you already know what it's going to look like so it's not really exploring).

There's usually no unoccupied space (possible exception: EU3/4 many provinces in the Americas and some in Africa/Oceania are unoccupied, but if you're not a coloniser there is no peaceful expansion).

In a 4X, the resources are usually pits in the ground or mines on a planet or moon which you have to dig up, but in a GS the main resources are usually the tax base and manpower (or pops, or whatever similar system the game uses) that constitute your empire so while you have an economy to manage, it's not really exploiting resources in the same way.

Extermination can still happen, but it's not really the driving force, and as a result you can have pacifist playthroughts of GSs. If you do exterminate opponents and take vast swathes of land, it's usually horrendous blobbing and border gore and you should stop, though in some cases it's warranted for historical or cultural reasons (eg, Muscovy into Russia/Soviet borders). In a 4X, you'd be sitting there doing nothing if you weren't blobbing.

>>146587

Okay, I'm beginning to better understand what you're saying. You have the option to focus on things like your economy, culture, religion, or whatever else in a Grand Strategy, and don't need to murder everybody else to "progress", as opposed to a 4x game where every resource you obtain is ultimately just a means to an end, specifically the end of murdering people to take their stuff to better murder other people… And that's definitely a problem Stellaris suffers from if you ask many fans, who would like to see the ability to play the game without such a strong focus on warfare in it.

Do Grand Strategy games usually have customizable races like Stellaris, or just a set number of pre-defined races (or nations or whatever) that you can choose to play as, each with their own set of advantages?

>>146588

Yeah you got it now. And no you usually can't customise races as Grand Strategy is typically historical, though Paradox sells DLC for some games to let you ahistorically customise who you're playing as. In CK2 there's the Ruler Designer, and in EU4 there's the Nation Designer.

>>146589

It seems like many people criticize Stellaris' customizable races for being bland because your choices feel like they have so little impact on your playstyle, but I think I'd prefer that to only having a small list of uncustomizable teams to choose from in a game. Then again, I've played one but not the other, so I might have a biased perspective here. The large variety of species portraits (especially since they come in lots of non-humanoid varieties) is a part of the reason I think this ERP thing would be most enjoyable to do with Stellaris.

>>146593

>small list of uncustomizable teams to choose from

There are literally hundreds of nations in EU4, and almost all of them have unique national ideas as well as a diverse array of unique government types, cultures, religions, missions, and even paid hats. CK2 also has a lot of diversity (not to mention the fact that they're about to add Tibet to the game). In both games, you receive varying modifiers that change how you play the game on top of the overriding contextual and historical modifiers. For example, in EU4 Muscovy gets a unique Russian government type, Orthodox religious shit, its own unique idea group, and additionally starts the game trying to dominate the Russian minors and take them away from Novgorod while surviving the attacks of the Islamic hordes to the south and east.

In Stellaris, you can choose to play as a fungus or a plant. They have different hats but otherwise play exactly the same. The only real choice you have is what FTL system you use, and a relatively minor choice regarding government type. Since the game map is randomly generated and you don't know what it's going to look like before you create your race, there's no adapting to the situation when you make your nation or even when you start the game, so you're just making a blind choice.

>>146581

It's true that you can't really build tall in Stellaris, but you definitely can in Endless Space 2. Ironically, the game labelled as a 4x does a better job at being a grand strategy than the one developed by an all-time GSG developer and publisher.

4x is about Exploring, Expanding, Exploiting and Exterminating. The four signature features of any game, or Exploration, Colonization, Diplomacy/Infiltration and War. You aren't a real 4x game if you don't have one of those, and while Grand Strategy borrows from that format, it doesn't necessarily have to have all of them, or any.

You can explore in GS (like in EU3/4), but it's not necessary.

You can expand in GS (like in EU3/4 or the Americas in V2) but it's not necessary.

You can conduct diplomacy and spying, but it's usually in a different vein (Crusader Kings, for example, concentrate on this considerably more than any 4x game would)

And you can go to war, but you don't really have to.

But, the main defining characteristic between 4x and GS is that 4x are usually still real time strategy or turn based strategy games at heart. In Alpha Centauri, you work with one fairly small planet; in Civilization, you also work with a planet. Both have you conquering individual tiles and putting your own cities on top. They are 4x games.

Grand Strategy, on the other hand, has you conquering territories and managing entire states. It's the Grand strategy.

You could say that Distant Worlds, a space game, is both a 4x and a GS, but I'd say that it's more of a GS, depending on the way you play it. You can easily build tall in it like many GS games but, mainly, you can automate a large portion of your space nation - ignoring the small in favor of the large. Removing the micro so you can only worry about creating a macrostate. GS games are, in simplicity, games where you manage the big picture while in 4x games you control every individual unit.

>>146601

>You could say that Distant Worlds, a space game, is both a 4x and a GS

I was an advocate for the inclusion of Distant Worlds in /gsg/. It fits better there than Stellaris does, anyway. But you have made a good point: one of the main distinctions between GS and 4X is the "grandness". If you're managing individual dudes or tiny cities it's probably not a GS. If you can build vast empires of millions of people but can't make them do what you want except through broader incentives, it probably is.

>>146604

That's why Distant Worlds is both a 4x and a GS. It features gameplay from both - the formulaic 4Xs and management of individual units as well as the ignoring all the smaller matters with toggleable AI automation in favor of the larger scale.

But I wouldn't ERP in Distant Worlds. It has too good gameplay.

Okay, so the Straw Poll gives me a clear enough idea of the level of interest that I'm going to try and make this happen. There's apparently three (not counting myself) people interested in and able to play the actual MP game, so I need to go about organizing it now. If you three have F-Lists or something you could drop to make it easier for us to communicate, that'd be appreciated. I need to figure out what time works best for all of us. This weekend happens to be more open than usual for me since my typical weekend plans aren't happening this week, so doing it Friday evening or any time Saturday or Sunday would be good for me.

>>146639

Well, I guess I'll be the first to send you a profile, then.

https://www.f-list.net/c/ayumi%20nakano/

As for my weekend plans, Friday's a big maybe, Saturday's not gonna work, but Sunday should do just fine. Beyond that, I usually don't have anything going on during the week.

Just in case either of the other two players would rather come to me instead of dropping their profile in the thread for me to come to, you can hit me up at https://www.f-list.net/c/Lewd%20Dicethings/

>>146606

>Distant Worlds

My nigga.

>>146892

Git gud. Play it more.

Or play similar shit, like Star Ruler.

>>146892

I don't understand people saying it's difficult to learn.

Difficult to get good at? Maybe. But it tends to follow standard RTS gameplay mixed with a little Civ.

Yo, with all these new lewd updates like genetic modification, the different kinds of supremacies, advances in slavery and more, surely some people are interested in trying to do /erp/ Stellaris again, right? We've even got comfort girl slaves and livestock slaves now!

Any good new lewd mods you guys would suggest?

I've been thinking of getting Stellaris, but it does look rather intimidating. I just wanted a game like Sins of a Solar Empire after their bullshit launcher locked me out of the game.

>>170243

I probably will to give it a go. I tend to like strategy games well enough, but it's easy to get spooked if they're too laden with information.

Also any reason the Steam reviews seemed to have taken such a hit recently?

>>146526

Sounds fun, dude. I'd totally play. Even though this was posted a literal year ago and necromanced.

>>170244

A controversial patch hit that, among other things, limited the varieties of FTL travel you can pick at the start from three (warp, hyperlanes, and wormhole stations) to one (just hyperlanes). More travel options unlock as you progress down the tech tree, but wormholes as they were are gone for good. It was done to make defence a viable way to play, creating chokepoints for fortress stations, but some people would prefer to keep their options open.

Some people are sour about this, others like me already played with Hyperlanes Only, so are pretty indifferent to the gnashing of teeth on the Steam Reviews.

>>170248

I think the game was improved

>>170250

You'd be correct

Seeing as I successfully necromanced their thread, who wants to be enslaved by an authoritarian, syncretic evolution, spiritual xenophobe empire?

>>170262

Now we reach the autistic question; just a stellaris RP or an actual stellaris game where you get enslaved and we carry on with you as a vassal or w/e?

>>170267

True. Which of us is playing the ayylamos then? Both? You got a pref for the ayylmaos you like to play or wanna play with?

>>170268

I figured you wanted to be the aliens.

>>170269

Reptiles, bugs, molluscs or fungi? Or birbs I guess

>>170270

Which you feel most empowered as.

>>170271

Aight you got an f-list or ref sheet? I'll shoot you a note

>>170272

https://www.f-list.net/c/stephanie%20noonan

I just want alien dickgirl RP.

>>171060

People like you are the reason Sci-Fi RP is a dumpsterfire right now.

>>171121

Hours passed with nothing more than the pinpricks of light against the velvet blackness of space to keep the ensign company between Beethoven, Bach, and the classical masters of Earth's ancient eras, a peace broken only by a single transmission. A signal, acoustic, that repeated in twelve-second intervals. A distress signal? A guide beacon perhaps? Whatever it was, it was like nothing she had ever heard of, but it wasn't far: Above a small moon orbiting a gas giant halfway across the system, quietly repeating the same, ragged and and distorted series of almost mechanical whispers and murmurs, trills and clicks, just barely detected by the sensors of her damaged craft. It's simple, unencrypted, and quite plainly broadcast from a single point.

What she could scan from her ship seemed like a near-anomaly: A large metallic structure, cylindrical in shape, some handful of protrusions extending to what could be habitats ringing the central hub, and a large aperture at the bottom. What was evidently some kind of station was locked between the moon and the massive, gaseous planet that it orbited. Any energy readings that Ensign Teyssier could perceive were subject to interference from the numerous magnetic storms that permeated the atmosphere of the titanic celestial body, but it was quite clear that there was something there in that tiny, perilous Lagrange point in-between.

It would appear that whatever was there had remained undisturbed for quite some time, perhaps millennia or longer.

>>171705

''The atmospheric readouts on the shuttle's computer read utterly nil for the presence of any gasses in the station: Nothing to indicate anything except the cold void, not even the tiniest of inert microflora or bacterium. If anything biological had been in here, it had either been vented into space, filtered, or been removed by some other means of purification. The artificial gravity systems were still quite functional: A cozy 0.86g, making the Ensign's movement quite simple aside from the bulk of her suit.

The corridor she stepped into was smooth, with an odd grayish metal of dull iridescence and unknown composition, and nearly four meters high, with its floor sloping into walls that bulged out in the middle before rising to meet above her. Simple designs repeated in the walls, emphasizing each curve of the hall, and with a circular aperture at the end, stirring at her approach. Several deep, rhythmic, metallic thuds could be heard, thunderous in the enclosed cylinder of the access-way and then an onrush of… air? Her suit's readouts began to climb, nitrogen, oxygen, and a plethora of other trace gases flowed in, being added to and released, finally stabilizing at a mean 78% nitrogen, 21% oxygen, and a small handful of other inert elements. A near-mimic of Earth's. The temperature outside her suit climbed to 3C, then 8C, 15C, 28C, peaking at 34C before falling again, coming to rest at a balmy 25 degrees Celsius, and with plenty of humidity and water vapor. The ensign's wrist computer noted that some kind of scan had just completed, and the door in front of her opened, spilling forth plenty of fog as the atmosphere normalized between the two areas.

The chamber ahead was large, with a domed appearance, and sparsely decorated with anything resembling furniture or input devices, quite clearly some kind of disembarking area. Several openings in regular grooves and decorations of the wall slipped open, bringing in freshly-cycled air. Evidently the facility was habituating itself to its newest arrival in spite of the isolated environment of her suit. For what purpose remained unclear. A small, inoffensive reddish-orange line appeared at the feet of the Ensign, slowly drawing outwards and curving geometrically to the center of the room, to a single, small dip in the middle of the room, above which began to draw out small particles of light, forming elaborate shapes and rings, some strange and complex beyond description before forming a single, disc-like plane. The line gently sent several small, brighter pulses along itself toward the pedestal. Perhaps it was trying to guide her to a terminal of some kind? Whatever kind of data it was trying to display, it seemed incredibly complex and deeply-compressed. Simple queries and generalized information might be easier for her computer to process.

>>171119

i don't want to interrupt but do you have contact details pr a ref sheet at all?

>>171750

are you the station keeper? I have a discord: Madeline#7500

>>171754

They are not, but if you'd like I'll drop you a note later today.

>>171746

No immediate response had been given to Ensign Teyssier's query, the terminal's lights slowly wobbling as she spoke. Several seconds after her questions ceased the lights simply vanished, leaving the room in darkness.

The lights of the discus shifted, forming several spheres, moving inward and outward, until finally what was quite evidently a clear map of the system showed, though the planets' positions did not match, and several more planets were indicated. The hologram indicated this particular station's position with a particular green color, and then zoomed out to indicate several other stations that appeared identical to this one in a slightly less saturated tone. The constellation of planets then whorled around their orbits, too fast for the young Ensign to keep track, pausing only momentarily to zoom to a station or planet, flashing them a bright purple and then removing them from the hologram, and resuming the accelerated simulation. Finally only the station she arrived in remained with the present accompaniment of planets, zooming in on it as a series of glyphs remained relatively similar in number, before increasing dramatically for a brief period, and then rapidly vanished, seemingly an indication of the station's population. The simulation resumed again, orbiting quite quickly to indicate a truly massive amount of time, before stopping, and displaying an image of the human's frigate appearing in the system, along with its approach, and eventually the arrival of the shuttle. The hologram held for some seconds, before once again dissipating.

Several moments pass before a few motes of soft blue light begin to collect around the room, joining with others, forming shapes humanoid, serpentine, and stranger… but all of them alien, and all of them probably the original inhabitants of the station. They moved about the room as if merely congregating: Idly communicating with each other, loading and unloading some cargo, each group of aliens fading in and out as their individual holographic recording faded. One image, however, was not the same cool blue-white coloration of the others, this one was colored a harsh red, conically-shaped, with several tentacles protruding from it, towering above the others so far as to warrant the considerable size of the room. Several blocky, interlaced sigils scrolled around it, still attempting to communicate in its alien dialect. What significance this particular individual had was not made evident, though when it interacted with the other aliens, they seemed to be at least somewhat respectful of it.

Eventually, this panorama faded as well, and the central terminal once again came to life, the patterned discus of stars remained placid for some moments before abruptly shifting, taking on the cylindrical shape of the station and revealing its inner passages. A small blip appeared in the center of the cylinder, near the portion oriented toward the gas giant it orbited. Before long, a familiar sound played, a slightly clearer version of the acoustic transmission played, the blip pulsing in rhythm with it. This appeared to to be the source of the transmission! The view shifted, panning to what appeared to be an indicator for the present terminal, and a small, simple glyph for the woman in front of it, then panning out to draw a line toward it in the same inoffensive beige-orange coloration as previous, and similarly that line was drawn out on the floor behind her, down a passageway that opened up. From the distance indicated, it would be a fair ways, at least a three hour's walk before she reached the source of the beacon, but the route seemingly took her around a fair bit of the station's congregational areas that might reduce the travel time considerably. A friendly chirp indicated that the map had been loaded onto her wristcomp. Other data was still being processed, the considerable sum and complexity of it was evidently hindering its translation.

The terminal then faded considerably, with the orange indicator line taking prominence in illumination as it slowly pulsed toward a nearby hallway.

>>171770

The trek took her through what appeared to be byways and maintenance tunnels, mostly smooth, but on occasion she'd pass by large, wide-open spaces. In these were ornate carvings and pictograms, too far away to get a good look at, but parts she could make out seemed ceremonial, or religious. Many were too vague to have any but the most broad of significance. Panels near the doors to these areas were clearly active and operational, but made no signs of responding as she passed them.

The three hour trek was little more than her and that single orange line to keep her company, with the only noise being the soft click of her boots against the floor and the almost imperceptible noise of the vents spilling forth the life-giving air around her. At one point she passed by a massive room filled with an array of wide basins, integrated into the floor, and several nozzles drooping from the ceiling above them. Perhaps it was meant to be a hydroponics bay, but any trace that it was used for soil or plant life had been scoured from it. Along one basin is a series of symbols, hastily etched into the side. A message, perhaps, but by who, and for what reason?

Another room she passed was an enclosed area, heavily reinforced, with several glass pillars in the center of it. Numerous tables rose from the flooring, smooth and round, as every other part of the structure had been. Panels sat recessed into the walls, little emergency lights blinking placidly, and instruments were smoothly arranged on a table. One instrument, however, had been cast aside, stuck into a wall along with another etching of those strange, cuboid symbols. These were different from the ones she had previously seen. If she decided to catalog them, her computer would have some trouble deciphering them, and a long line was carved into the wall, as if the writer had been pulled away suddenly during his efforts.

''Finally, she came through a series passages slightly warmer than the others, and a dull humming could easily be heard in the walls. Her map showed that she was quite near the source of the beacon, but the rhythmic thrumming coming from the walls indicated that this may not be a communications array. Finally, she came to a small, unimportant-looking door, with numerous etchings on and around it. Some were glyphs, others clearly pictograms, but all were rough and ragged,

done in haste or panic. A panel to the side of the door lit up, and a hologram of three simple glyphs appeared, each lighting up in sequence. These moved down, and a miniature image of the station appeared, and a section of it containing the blip separated, falling into the gas giant below. Evidently the station wanted the human woman to drop the entire room beyond into the crushing gravity below… but it gave no indication as to what or why, simply replaying the sequence of glyphs and the picture of the section's separation.''

Whether or not the Ensign would be allowed to leave that section before it plummeted into the crushing depths of the gas giant, the hologram gave no indication.

>>171790

As soon as she reached out to touch the glyphs, they vanished, and the door opens. If the air in the rest of the station could be described as humid, what spilled forth from the darkness within was outright tropical. The thrumming she'd heard before became an incredibly loud humming. Her scanner immediately detected airborne bacteria and particulates, mostly inert, but something had been, or was, alive in there.

Inside was a massive chamber, with an equally massive tube in the center, glowing with some terrible energy from some advanced technology far beyond the ken of humankind, fitted squarely on a dais of controls. The soft buttons and dimmed grooved chairs covered with sticky wires and… vines? Beneath the doorway was submerged in some inky, thick fluid, composed of some bizarre organic compounds, rising nearly a half-meter from the floor. From the ceiling several large, bulbous, leathery… flowers? hung open behind a tangle of smooth, almost organic-looking wires, withered from lack of light or nutrients, perhaps. Even the walls here were different: Gone was the smooth, gentle sloping of prior architecture, replaced by some resinous substance, the room seemingly ribbed organically as it stretched to the ceiling. It was hard to tell whether this was indeed some bizarre switch of architecture, or the belly of some great beast. This had been some kind of power plant, once. Now, it seemed to be the abandoned nest of some strange monster. Thankfully however, it appeared long-abandoned, despite the acrid stench.

And across the room was a single, dimly-lit panel, with a small series of buttons below it: A similar series of glyphs that she had just seen at the terminal near the door.

Upon entering the chamber, the door would close behind the Ensign, sealing her in the horrid chamber. Had she been right to trust the alien intelligence of the station? As if on cue, her wristcomp indicated a partial translation of the beacon's message: "Remain distant. Approach only if aiding in disposal." Vague, as everything else had been; here, however, it wasn't hard to imagine what needed disposed of. Whether or not the Ensign wished to go through with it, or try and work the controls to manipulate the signal, was up to her.

>>171801

''It wasn't necessarily difficult to manipulate the controls for the beacon, but it was certainly time consuming. Decoding each glyph and input was a complex endeavor, and the previous occupants certainly did not design for simplicity or ease of access for anyone else. To complicate matters, it was time spent locked in here, in the dark, with the decrepit remains of something ancient and horrible. Still, she'd managed to decode a number of the buttons, and could now transmit a simple message across several sectors if she wished. Perhaps she'd gain her rescue, now…"

…and then she heard a splash from the far end of the room. Had something decayed enough to finally fall from the ceiling? Had the detritus been disturbed enough by her admittance to cause some of the decaying plantlife to finally release its hold, or was there something in there, with her?

She'd have her answer some minutes later, when her wristcomp began to denote movement somewhere in the water. Something was swimming around in those stygian, black pools, something that had waited a very, very long time. Her wristcomp couldn't track the position of whatever was in there with her, but it could almost certainly track proximity, and the thing was approaching: Slowly, steadily, it wouldn't be much longer before it was right underneath her…

>>171814

Time seemed to slow as she caught a glimpse of ripples in the fluid, something slithering through the water at her, not dissimilar from the ancient predators of Earth's oceans. She cold only catch the briefest glimpse of its shimmering black skin against the darkness, and it was upon her.

Finally, it lunged from the foetid water, wrapping around her helmet: Slick and smooth, no more then a few centimeters wide but at least four feet long, like a leech, or a snake with no head. Suit alarms went off as it squeezed, trying to break open the protective apparatus. Hairline fractures began to appear, along with the whistle of air pressures equalizing. Cracks expanded as the black serpent's coils tightened even still against the helmet's durable construction, a test of primeval alien strength against tested technology.

Beyond the panic and carnage, outside the door, the console sprung to life again. Another stream of runes and glyphs ran across it, documenting some arcane statistic, and then sealed the door, beginning to depressurize the corridor outside. Deeper within the station, whatever intelligence had guided Ensign Madeline Teyssier had just then consigned her to her fate. Inhuman logic, however, dictated that her message, and signal, would be amplified. Whether it desired more aid to destroy whatever unholy abomination rested within, or simply more victims to feed it, was entirely unknown.

>>171843

She gasped and screamed breathlessly both as the pulse went off and the helmet's visor shattered. Whatever it was, a piece of it that was warm, almost hot, brushed on her cheek. Expecting it to be cold and wet, it was almost a relief, but she still reached up and pulled her compromised helmet off, tossing it and the creature aside. The alien seemed stunned, and she hoped it stayed that way.

Her mind racing, she pulled herself up and scrambled again towards the doorway. Come on, come on, lucky star, lucky star…

Madeline wracked her memory for her xeno environment training, but the stress of actually being in one was too great. Her back slammed up against the sealed door, and she looked around. The room was stirring. What she could only think of as alien vines were moving, dropping into the black pools of water. The leathery flowers were pulsing and throbbing, revealing themselves to be seeds of some type. It was horrifying.

If you can understand me, Madeline found herself panting, I won't hurt you if you don't hurt me.

She thrust her wristcomp at the door's panel, trying to force and interaction that might open it. Her left hand slid down and drew her PBP. Holding it at the ready, she scanned the room.

It would probably come down to this. She didn't think the door would open. And whatever was in here would probably seek to consume her. But she had sent the message. Even if no one got to her, everyone on the ship was saved. I'd do it again, Madeline whispered to herself. Bizarrely, she felt a wave of arousal as she pressed against the door, facing her death. Then she remembered that fear and arousal are in the same area of the brain. The silliness of it almost made her giggle and she observed the constant throbbing.

No pic because "cannot extract image"? :(

>>171844

''If anything in the room or outside of it could hear, or understand her, no indication was given. For a few moments there was nothing but stillness and the occasional flopping of the stunned xeno, the occasional drip of moisture, and a few more telltale splashes of those horrible leech-like aliens being birthed. Yet for several minutes, they gave no indication of moving toward the cowering Ensign, leaving her in the dark with her thoughts, perhaps consuming their fallen kin as they had evidently planned to with her.

A soft chirping could be heard from the console in front of the alien reactor. After some seconds, a hologram appeared, once again displaying a simplified mockup of herself, and three simple runes, identical to half of the buttons on the panel inlaid in the far wall, still lit. Was this another temptation by the station's cruel intelligence, or was it the tiniest kernel of encouragement from a benevolent force that powered this place?

Whether or not she'd choose what may well be suicide versus trying her chances at survival against these hideous creatures was up to her. The occasional disturbances in the water reminded her that it was only a matter of time before the creatures somehow detected her presence.''

I swear to God, 8ch.

>>171848

Madeline, already in a heightened state of wariness heard the noise of the console. In the dark the hologram stood out like a beacon of welcome light that offered some alternative. Without hesitation she made a dash - more controlled and mindful than her previous scramble to the door - for the panel on the far wall. She scanned the area around her with PBP while watching the tracker on the wristcomp, working to avoid any more of the creatures. It occurred to her to start shooting immediately, but at the back of her mind she wondered if it would only stir the creatures up even more.

Somehow, in some manner, her controlled dash got there. Madeline thrust out her wristcomp to interface with the panel, to match the runes the console had displayed with those still lit. Over her shoulder she watched and listened, wondering what the creature were doing. Were they hungry? Or had that one simply reacted to her presence, and was now content to leave her be?

Lucky star, lucky star, she intoned again, watching her wristcomp interact with the alien technology. Her blonde bangs stuck to her forehead now, slick with sweat. Licking her lips she watched the computer indicating it was working.

The ensign half-turned, brandishing her weapon around the room. These things couldn't have consumed all the aliens on the station, there was no indication of their presence anywhere else. So what was this place?

>>171849

The very moment Madeline keyed in the sequence, the entire room seemed to lurch slightly. A bizarre, moaning alarm sounded in the room. Massive, bright purple sigils decorated the walls clearly depicting a countdown, but even a cursory glance indicated that the ensign had roughly more than a minute before the station section disconnected. With a loud hiss, the far door slid open, bathing the room in fresh air, and rays of bright white light from a hologram outside… which in turn served to illuminate several forms in the water rushing toward her.

At the same time, a wet squelching noise came from above, and a glob of some wet, viscous substance painted the top of her blonde head of hair, followed by something slick and long landing on her before slithering down between her form-fitting bodysuit and her bare skin, warmly tracing a path over her skin as it probed her form, occasionally coiling around a limb before slithering across her body again, undulating as it moved, as if it were enjoying the sensation.

>>171853

The blast of her firearm caused several loud hisses and squeals, perhaps the flesh of the creatures being singed or boiled in the fluid that carried them toward her was entirely outside of her perception as she stormed out of the room into the relatively safety of the hall. The hologram immediately faded on her arrival, replaced with numerous orange symbols and pictures, dotted with bits of purple. A further examination showed that all doors in her prior path to that hellish place had now locked open, with indicators pointing down them. It seemed likely that the Madeline's previous actions had triggered a hard-wired evacuation of the entire station.

In her blue bodysuit, however, the serpentine alien slid up one of her thighs, and found the warmest, most moist place it could: Between her legs. The alien thing began to tease her entrance, probing it gently before thrusting its way inside of her, wriggling itself into her nethers as if to stimulate her further as it made its way toward her cervix, lightly teasing it before she could just barely feel it slither into her furthest depths beyond.

As it happened, a massive glyph appeared before her: An orange, humanoid symbol that had come to be indicative of the Ensign hung in the air briefly, and as the creature settled within her womb, it slowly shifted to purple, with an almost somber, haunting alarm throughout the hall. She could hear a hiss coming from the walls, and, just barely perceptibly, the air in the hall thinning. The station which had just then saved her, was now trying to kill her.

>>171858

''As she intoned her mantra, some variation pushed itself against her mind. Quietly, almost a whisper, but very, very clearly:"

You… are… my… lucky… star…

What was this? She recalled it from some old movie, perhaps? Something she'd heard in an ancient catalog of 20th century media? And why now, why when her life was utterly imperiled, and, perhaps most horrifying of all: Why was it in the voices of her crewmates? Captain Tetsuhara, Leah Badr, Rook… even people she'd known in her training at the academy. Even, distantly and quietly, her… parents?

What was this invasion of her innermost self? Was it merely an effect of her radiation poisoning? Was it a delusion of her stressed condition? Was the parasite within her starting to make her hallucinate?

The thing writhed inside of her, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm each time it moved within her, pressing up against her hand from within her belly. Despite its intrusion into her, this abominable thing was now dependent on her to live, the last of its horrid kind entwining its life with her's.

And, as these thoughts and more distracted her, somehow her hand had moved back to the door of the shuttle, and opened it. Her body stumbled within, as if of its own impetus, and, promptly her vision faded as she collapsed from exhaustion.

>>171874

(Not) Ensign Madeline Teyssier awoke to the sounds of some dense, alien jungle. The sights and sounds should have been strange to her, and yet they felt particularly familiar as she slithered through the mud. It was as natural to her as breathing, and it was something she had most certainly always done. Her ancestors had done this for millions of years before her, but she was particularly adept at it. She spent her long days sneaking into the bodies of small creatures, taking over their nervous system, and using them to support herself. Over time, she birthed many children, each found their way out, and into other animals. Some were killed, certainly, but always she could talk to them, guide them, help them sustain themselves and each other. Some of her children broke away from her control, fought with her, but she triumphed. She was the oldest, and the most cunning. She learned how to guide herself into even the plants around herself, and when her latest host finally died, she found she had grown large enough to survive without a host. Eventually, (Not) Ensign Madeline Teyssier came to reach herself across the whole of her world, and could see herself in so many dancing lights across it, each a life she was connected to, each one a part of her, and each she could see, and feel through, and connect with at mere whim.

(Not) Ensign Madeline Teyssier eventually came into contact with new creatures. Strangely, they moved in great slugs in the sky. Despite how she tried, and pushed with all her mental might, she could not reach them. Some descended from their place in the sky, and stole away some of her children, and hurt them in the strangest of ways, and she felt every bit of their discomfort and pain. Soon, they came for her, and so stole away with her vulnerable, immobile body. They poked and prodded her, subjected her to strange treatments, dissected her, and drew her away from her children until she could no longer reach them, and sat for a long time in utter, complete darkness.

(Not) Ensign Madeline Teyssier found herself in a strange, new jungle. This one was strange, and small. The mud was very different, and the soil was hard and smooth. Eventually, she found her way into some strange marine creature, and swam about the world until she was eaten, whereupon she would find her way into the mind of her predator, and so this cycle repeated, until she was quite a considerable size. So large, in fact, that her young took a considerable time to find their way out of their mother's host. And yet, one day, she found herself impaled by hooks and spears cast down from surface-dwelling creatures. These things killed her host form, and ate of her flesh and the flesh of her children. Once again, she found their minds, and… something curious happened. She learned what they learned, started to know what they knew. She did not know what to do with this information. She could not discern their thoughts clearly or understood why they had these thoughts. Some of her children's lights vanished: Their new hosts slain or tortured, or simply starved. Still, she spread across the world, and its vast jungles of towering, blocky, smooth trees. Once she was finished, she found herself preoccupied by things like -thoughts- and -logic-. She learned how to form complex ideas, and study cause and effect. At last, she pondered about herself, and what she was.

(Not) Ensign Madeline Teyssier found herself being lifted again into the great ships in the sky, her hosts were restrained, poked and prodded, and ripped apart. This time, however, she could see the ones that had taken her: Strange creatures, conical in shape, with tentacles coming out from their bodies. She could not discern any noises they made, nor could she resist their extraction of her form time and again.

>>171875

This cycle repeated for a long, long time for (Not) Madeline, a new world, new children, and finally being stolen away from them. She learned how to discern languages. How to further shape and change herself, even how to reshape the hosts she inhabited. She was getting quite adept at surviving and growing her knowledge. Over time, the number of cone-shaped aliens began to dwindle. New, strange creatures began to perform their surgeries to extract her from her host. (Not) Ensign Teyssier did not know why she was always displaced, why she was always isolated after enjoining with the world she inhabited. Most of all, she began to feel… alone. Singular. On a particularly impressive world, filled to the brim with a particularly large amount of thinking creatures, she had an idea. To create a separate but connected part of herself, and endow it with some of her considerable powers. Once she did, she found it quite strange, to be able to converse with an entity apart from herself, one which could have a different perspective on matters. Immediately, she felt as thought she had family, and began to do this with all of the bodies she and her children inhabited. It was quite an interesting time, to say the least, with so much to say, and so much to think.

But it was not to last, as once again, (Not) Ensign Madeline Teyssier was stolen by the ones who took her into the sky. This time, however, she could see and feel herself rising, a single light in the hold of those great ships, and saw them drop strange orbs from their hulls. Soon, after, the planet began to heave and roil, with great firestorms consuming the planet underneath her other selves before they vanished from existence.

This time. Before they cut into her body, she decided to ask them a question.

Why am I doing this? Who am I? Why do you take me away from myself? Who are you? Why do you hurt me?

Her questions kept coming, spilling forth about her existence and identity, her purpose, and her experiences. When she ceased, as if awaiting an answer, the surgeon simply drilled into the head of her host, and extracted her as had been done all the times before.

Once again, a new world, with new hosts. This time, however, (Not) Ensign Madeline Teyssier resolved to resist being taken from her new home. She seized the inhabitants of the world, searched their minds and their memories, and learned of war. She sculped the inhabitants of the world, and even began to connect herself to their machines. She learned how to meld them together, to make something greater than the sum of their parts. To conjoin and let them understand and know each other totally rather than simply dominating their minds. The (Not) Ensign marshalled her forces, interlinked across the world as she sensed the hostile force nearing her hive from space. As a single focused mind, she guided her drones to victory against invasion, and managed to repel the ship that had come to take her. Thus, she first tasted victory against an outside force that wished to bend her against her will.

(Not) Ensign Teyssier then formed new ships, born of flesh and metal, enjoined together and cast them out among the stars, imbued with part of herself. She wished to enjoin all life, so that she could understand it, and herself.

>>171876

Her aggressors, however, had different plans. They began a concentrated, aggressive war against her and her children. The further she evolved and changed and enjoined herself, the more brutal and swift their retribution. Weapons of light and fire scorched through billions of her drones, and decimated entire worlds. Slowly but surely, she lost ground. She fought desperately against the coalition of aliens that had previously enslaved her, until, finally, she was confined to numerous hives among the stars.

Yet, (Not) Ensign Teyssier had grown considerably. She could call to her kind across the stars, slowly, gently guiding them to exploit the smallest weaknesses in security, the tiniest lapse in attention, or even feigning weakness to leap upon the smallest chance to seize one of the aliens, and enjoin them to her will. Each one she gained, she felt first, fear, then remorse, sadness, and a plethora of other emotions. For her and their fellows. One by one, each station was purged of life. Her lights among the stars winking out as each station destroyed itself, until finally, only she remained.

Her moment was singular, swift, and simple. A small, weak creature, whom presumed she was dead. From there, it was a battle throughout the halls as she converted each new lifeform she came into contact with, melding and merging them together until they were a placid, joyous, enjoined consciousness that held no secrets from itself. Now, she merely needed to find the last one: The cone-shaped alien, the last of its kind, and moved to seize upon it. It was a cunning adversary, however, and had commanded the station to purge all biological matter upon it. (Not) Ensign Teyssier's body writhed in agony as biosphere was siphoned out, she was bombarded with radiation, and scoured by rapid changes in the internal climate of the station. Only one place remained untouched: A warm, bright place, a large chamber near the bottom of the station that thrummed with energy. This was the one place the terrible force that commanded the habitat could not reach, the one place it could nest and wait.

And wait she did. Countless years passed. Her self wasted away as she tried to sustain herself. She shepherded her biomass carefully, laying many eggs and hiding them in that room.

Finally, she felt something. A door opening, fresh air rising to the ceiling. It was doing something, but it could be found, and enjoined with her. It could know her. (Not) Ensign Teyssier wriggled free from its egg, dropping onto a shallow wetness. It could feel the footfalls of the new creature that had wandered into its nest, and slithered toward it. Suddenly, it jerked away, falling over and splashing into her watery home. This was her chance! She leaped at it, only to be stopped by some strange, smooth apparatus. She struggled to break through it, but before she could, some shocking force stunned her, and then ripped her from her new host. Several more parts of her descended into the watery home, and searched out her new acquaintence, eager to learn of her memories, and particularly how she'd made it through the horrible passages of the station, with all its hazards. (Not) Ensign Teyssier was unprepared for when she detected the creature again, rushing across her nest. Its movements were so chaotic and strange it was hard to keep track of her. Then, beneath another one of her forms, she felt its presence. Gingerly, carefully, it slipped free of its egg, and descended onto the organism, landing right on top of it! Quickly, it slithered into its… wait, this wasn't skin. Ah, this part was, but the outside wasn't. She needed to find a way inside, even as the creature thrashed and squirmed. Finally, she found a nice, warm, moist place to curl herself up inside. Now, to meet this new creature, and enjoin it with herself. Very dully, as she extended her thin tendrils throughout its body, it could just barely hear the sounds of an alarm…

(The real) Ensign Teyssier was stirred to wakefulness by the sounds of an alarm on her shuttle. How long had she been out? A few minues, a few hours, a whole day? What was certain was that gravity was steadily increasing, and indeed, the entire station as well as her shuttle, was beginning to slowly descend into the gas giant.

Take your time.

>>171905

The worm within Madeline was relatively placid even as she rose from the medical pod, resting inside her as if sensing her discomfort, twitching only when she thought of the pod's planned procedure or the bizarre, conical lifeform from their shared memories.

As she felt through herself, she could just barely feel it lingering inside, teasing her fingertips each time they ventured in, withdrawing for some moments before lowering down again. Always too slick to grab hold of, yet each time, lowering further. After some time, a rush of nervousness and fear flowed into her mind, as if transmitted from the parasite within her. It seemed to take some hint as she visualized her worries, and even her voice seemed to calm it, somewhat. A bizarre concept, considering it had no way of knowing what she was saying, save for its tenuous connection to her mind.

After some minutes, it began to thread itself around her intruding digit with agonizing, tempting slowness. After securing itself so, it began to coil further outwards, pulling itself up and around her hand, occasionally tensing as it ensured its grip, but evidently careful enough to avoid injuring her. Finally, with another pinpricking sensation and a chill ran flush through the young ensign, before the alien serpent resumed its exit from her, and before long had wrapped itself securely around her arm. While it did not seem to use the crushing strength that others of its kind had employed, it was quite reluctant to be scooped into a jar. Still, it eventually relented as the ensign deposited it inside of one, where it curled around itself defensively.

>>172002

The station's descent into the cloudy abyss was perhaps slower than it should have been, given the effects of the gas giant's considerable gravity, but whatever it was that had kept it afloat for so long was now without its primary source of energy, and was soon to be reduced to a pile of twisted metal, slowly corroded by the toxic atmosphere, hurricane winds, and churning chaos of cosmic nature that were inimical to all known life. Whatever forces, malicious or benign, had remained on that station would be experiencing the final few days of their existences as the cylinder continued its steady descent. Like a house made of leaves before a coming storm.

Inside the calm, controlled environment of the corvette, however, this was but a distant event, to perhaps be observed by more fortunate lives. Lives, of course, that had the ability to observe it. Enclosed in its container, the sleek, oily, leech-like alien had no visible means of perceiving the world around it. Carried around by Ensign Teyssier, it merely shifted itself closer to whatever portion of the container that felt warmest… toward her, of course. It gave no indication of disdaining its predicament aside from its defensive curling, only squishing and squirming against its prison as it was jostled along by the human woman. Even as she arrived on the corvette, it did not seem to react to the presence of the other two individuals, instead further drawing itself to the nearest source of body heat.

>>172165

Post your Discord.

>>172222

I did: >>171754