Welcome back, Kestrels, to the twenty-eighth installment of Mecha Space Pirate Quest! As always, you are Admiral Roarke S. Starwind of the Iron Kestrels, whose only known alias is "Dude McCool", leader of a mighty pirate fleet, master of the starship Rhinehawk, and pilot of the Knuckle Kaiser.
Last time, you witnessed the true terror of Samantha Blanchett, defeated her in CQC, but then soundly lost a fight against a strange old man who invited you to seek him out later. You have just spent a night being fussed over by the Double Girl Alliance of Samantha and Karen, but now you're awake and ready to face the day.
Alright, I'm here. Let it begin while I work on the Rook.
Brayden Perez
First, though, you have an extremely important decision to make, and I won't close this poll until the time comes to archive the session.
Soon, perhaps very soon, you are going to have the chance to play briefly as one of two women. These two are Red Siren and Clemmy. Whichever wins the poll will be the perspective character for some upcoming events...but be warned. The loser of that poll will be the antagonist when that happens, and just as you've seen these two people at their best, you can also see them at their worst. Both are good girls (for a given definition of "good") and both have sincere feelings for Roarke, but that doesn't necessarily mean they will like or be kind to each other.
You roll out of bed with a muffled gruntle of pain. Your face is still bruised and swollen, and if this were a few centuries ago you might have needed real medical attention instead of Karen playing doctor. She sits up behind you, her hair frizzy and unkempt, blinking and rubbing her eyes with one hand as she fumbles for her glasses with the other. You snag them first. "Roaaarke!" She complains, trying to swipe them from your hand and falling against you. You put her glasses on her nose with a smile. She wrinkles her nose at you, "I can do that myself."
"Make sure you get a proper breakfast yourself. Meal bars and energy drinks aren't enough." You chide her gently. Spending so much time in her room has given you more reasons to worry about her.
She smiles and nods demurely...and just as you expected, her head is back on the pillow and her eyes shut before you finish getting dressed. You once again remove her glasses and put them on the bedside table, leaning down to kiss her cheek before you go.
"Fivemoreminnas..." She sighs.
Your PC bwoops at you, you have a message from Miles.
'Red's here. She heard you got hurt somehow. I'll let you deal with her and her flowers, I dunno where to even find a vase'
[Continued]
Brandon Green
Fuck.
I can't make this choice.
Sebastian Cook
>strawpoll.me/10390803 Could likely turn the scrap from First Mate's mech face into some vases. Would look nice on the bar. Could put it next to the bosun's mask, the tv that plays fatty mcfat's final moments, and Fairchild's shattered dignity when she hears the news.
Ian Wilson
Or perhaps having an additional working Cloaking system (since they remain functional until the complete destruction of the mech) to compare alongside the S-Betta would help us reverse-engineer one for ourselves faster?
Not that we can't also remove all non-essential systems for use as decoration, of course. We could probably convert its empty missile rack into an additional shelf for booze behind the bar.
Owen Williams
Im still saying we chain it to our mech like a headhunter
