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the one girl wolf pack is finished





monster girls are given different coin allowances than normal magical girls,


ah, I might have screwed myself then. do you know where that difference is listed?
is this open to new people as well?
because I may have taken the CYOA system for making magical girls and somehow used it to make a one girl pack of werewolves instead
keeping an eye on this
keeping an eye on this one

edit: what is the age range of the Academies students?

Naija

level: 5
day/time: day 3
Location: Tetris Castle
Interacting with: various npcs @Holy Soldier Bentley @ONL Shantae [@Guardian Angel] Haruki James @Zarkun Cuphead @Majoras End


The room they ended up in was a veritable delight to the senses, filled with innumerable strange and interesting things that could no doubt sate the curiosity of an inquisitive mind for hours. Despite possessing such a mind Naija had little time or energy to examine the treasure trove of oddities as she first painstakingly assisted in carrying Guile to the chamber and then did her best to avoid getting in the way as he was secured in the healing vat within which he endlessly was wounded, healed and then wounded again in what must have been a gruesome painful experience. After the council member was put in place the fish girl, now once again in her base form, could be found uncomfortably slumped over a railing of the catwalk, her legs dangling blow here as she rested them from the strain of walking for the first time. It was a terrible method of locomotion, she had decided, and she would be very happy if it need never happen again.

From her perch she listened to the hairy faced Dr light and Rosalina's conversation. She wasn't sure what nanites where, nore did she know much of anything about magic despite using it for from cooking and combat, so her main contributions were politely offering her name “Naija” in response to being referred to as “This Girl” by Dr Light and adding some more general info about the attack to Rosalina’s explanation.

“The sword wielder seemed to know kirby, and they said something about seeing him again if we are strong enough to survive. They also took a virus infected bag creature retrieved from the earlier attack. The one Dr Solus was working on. He said it had a dimension inside it that was unaffected by the virus. Speaking of the virus, it's kinda weird that none of the pirates were infected, least not obviously so, when they were stealing stuff related to the virus attack on the smash arena. ” Naija shrugged after finishing. She didn't really know what to do with any of that info, but it was out there now, so hopefully someone more knowledgeable could put it to use.

Shortly after a rather sweaty group showed up that included a few people Naija vaguely recognised, James and purple haired girl where people she had seen but who she did not recall if she had traded words with, along with a collection of new faces including a turtle sitting in a wheeled chair, a ruggedly handsome fellow escoreded by a bunch of floating gems who, despite seemingly having run a marathon based on the sweat glistening on his exposed pecks and the way his chest rose and fell as it pumped slightly heavy breaths from his faintly smiling lips… Naija shook her head and tried to refocus her analysis way from pleasing aesthetics... The man had the energy she lacked while being filled with the same curiosity as he eagerly drank in the sights and sounds of the lab.

Naija’s starring was interrupted when the last member of the newly arrived party politely pushed himself to the front of the group, having apparently overheard the doctor and princess’s conversation. Unsurprisingly the fact that he had a cup for a head ripped Naija’s gaze away from the fabulous fellow as she was once again reminded that she was in a strange new world filled with fascinating oddities. Like talking cup people who wanted to go beat up the person who had taken down guile with a single blow. It was the jolt she needed to actually start participating with current events again.

“At the very least we could get a hold of that sword before it hurts anyone else.” she glanced over at Guile before adding “Though recklessly chasing after the masked swordsman would be very dangerous” She was glad she had not done so herself during the raid, as she may well have ended up sharing in Guile’s fate.
Zuukind civil war zone, Celestuial bureaucracy controlled space.
Planet: Rotatha 4.
Town: Saltspire



Having a biological warmachine with me as I made my way across the small town towards the docks was about as detrimental to my standing with the locals as I had expected, the people of the town giving us a wide berth where before i had managed to get at least a few polite how do you dos from passers by. Damage control for this was going to be a nightmare. I hindsight I should have taken the car rather than traveling on tail, but there are few things I’d like less than spend any time trapped in a small metal box on wheels with a feral killing machine. So by our own power we went, along the uncomfortably hot concrete pavements heated by the still sweltering late afternoon sun, till eventually we arrived at the town’s only port.

One thing the monster made easy was getting access to the hanger the wounded women had parked her ship in. The manager of the port was rather reluctant to let me in despite my credentials but one look at Sixer and he was more than willing to cooperate. Sixer being what the Rekshai had informed me, menacingly perhaps, or maybe politely, I couldn’t understand its tone, its name was. A biomech unit having a name was ludicrous of course, but I felt it wiser to humor the beast in this instance. It was at least easier than referring to it by its full designation.


The manger nervously escorted the pair to the specific hanger holding the ship. The structure itself was a large steel framed structure with kevlar paneling filling in between the metal struts, the bear bones of colony infrastructure that no one had ever seen the need in replacing. The ship inside was not much better, a battered black angular thing about the size of two trucks welded side by side, that an expert in human military history might compare to a F-117 Nighthawk, but which Vempt just thought looked ugly as sin. It was unfortunately typical of current design trends, gone where they days of sleek shining vessels designed by gifted artisans, the civil war had replaced such extravagance with need for prideless efficiency, where every second of manufacturing time was precious. As the pair approached the black mass of angles and gave the exterior some closer inspection it became evident that the ship wasn’t in a poor state because of age, but rather because it had been attacked, one side was scorched and partially melted , presumably by a wide beam laser, while the surface was also rendered with clawmark like gashes from higher intensity beams. That the ship had survived being hit said more about the intentions of the attackers than the toughness of the ship, these were clear signs of attempted disabling rather than destruction, which meant either the ship had escaped a pirate attack or it had run foul of either the bureaucracy or republic’s police force, all of whom could potentially want to capture the ship, crew and cargo for financial or legal reasons.

Looking at the thing it was clear why the manager had been so hesitant to let me in. Not reporting an incident like this was inexcusable and could only mean that he had something to hide. If he didn’t he would have informed the theocracy at once that the region contained some hostile force, be it marauders, pirates or worse, republic raiders. That they hadn't wanted this found out meant either they had been paid off by our woman or where in on whatever operation she was running. That was just a hunch of course. A pretty good one I would bet, but you can't just go around arresting people on hunches. Some Inquisitors did do that. It was basically an open secret that the theorcary was ok with it if you got results, but I ain't one of the ones know for getting results. Not yet anyway. That all changed today.

“Right. Let's crack this thing open and…”

Before he could finish Sixer had stabbed the ship’s main door with its Pilum and, demonstrating just how easy it would have been for the ships attackers to just destroy it, slicing a person sized hole in it, wielding the twin pronged force spear like an oversized can opener. After two seconds of slicing the Biomechanical warmachine stepped away and bowed slightly with a hand pointed, with what what Vent could swear was mocking theatrics, at the hole it had created.

“Way is open holy one.”

“I can see that.” the priest responded falsely before muttering under his breath “what is it with this thing and ruining doors”

Despite his contempt at the method of gaining access Vempt nonetheless slithered through the freshly cut hole, carefully avoiding touching the freshly sliced metal with either his tail or his serpents. After being forced to cut open the inner airlock himself for 30 seconds the priest finally got a look at the inside, and what he found was not a pretty sight, for right behind the airlock was as mall corridor containing 3 bodies. One was a Vaun, a biomechanically reanimated and brainwashed human cadavers used extensively during the crusade through Orionic empire, but a rare sight in the subsequent civil war. Not enough raw material available. It and a Lonoxi drone were lying close to the entrance and both were wearing lime green painted vtol capable space combat armor bearing the symbol of the Volt Viper’s mercenary organization. Guess that's what she meant by being attacked by snakes. One seems to have been armed with a laser pistol, the other with a strange flechette gun. Both of them had had a hole punched clean through said armor, presumably by the woman’s gauss pistol, a skillful and risky thing to do, because missing or over penetrating with a too high powered shot could have punched a hole in the hull, dooming her along with the invaders. Across from these two bodies was one of a Draskavian, the bear sized avians found most commonly in the Republic of equals, who had a large semicircle of flesh burned out of their chest. Blackened ribs were visible sticking out the charred crater, some of which was presumably made of the remains of a number of the Draskavian’s vital organs.

Looked like the pair of vipers had managed to jet over to this ship and had been let inside only to be ambushed by the crew. A risky move on both sides and it seemed that nearly everyone had paid the price. The woman who piloted the ship back had only survived because by the narrowest margin. I could see the knife-like projectiles of the fletched gun, some coated with her drying blood, still sticking to the far wall, suck there as sark evidence of her brush with death. Why had they all taken these risk however? Why had the crew not surrendered, why had the mercenaries not vented the ship prior to boarding? What or who was so valuable that both sides had risked life and limb to secure it. That was a mystery yet to be unraveled.

Vempt carefully slinked around the aftermath of the showdown and slipped past the sealed door to the cargo hold into the cockpit. A two person affair it fitted two general species chairs rather than one’s specialised to the two owners, which, along with the distinct lack of any decoration or other modification to the insides of ship, gave the impression that the two people had not been very attached to the vessel itself. Vempt slipped into one of these chairs, which managed to accommodate him uncomfortably, and picked up a small glass pane, held by a thin adjustable arm stand, that acted as the ships main interface, and booted it up, only to be confronted by a password screen.

locked. Unfortunate but not unexpected. I’d need to get a technician in here to take a look at...

“Secrets? I can get them for you”

Sixer, like a antigrav mine, completely derailed my train of thought and sent it crashing down into an abyss of disbelief

“You? Unlock this? What are you going to do, tare it apart?” the perturbed priest asked before quickly adding “Please don't do that.” In response the Rekshai gave a short grunt that might have been a laugh and then reached behind its head and pulled a short wire out from its helm, one presumably leading back to the cyberware inside. Then it bent down and opened a maintenance panel located at knee height at the front of the cockpit and set about rummaging around in the ship’s internals as Vempt watched. After a few moments Sixer reported that it had “found it”, followed by a soft click of the jack being plugged in.

On the screen several passwords were entered in lightning succession until the device hit a cap of attempts and displayed an error mandating a day’s wait till the next attempt could be made. Before Vemt could admonish this failure the timer denoting how long it would be till the next attempt rapidly cycled down to zero, the day seemingly whizzing by in a flash, at which point more passwords were tried, then more and more and more until finally a correct guess was made and the device displayed a simple welcome message. Without looking at the screen Sixer seems to know that its task was complete, the little cable being unconnected and rapidly spooling back into the back to their head as they extracted themselves from the maintenance panel.

“Little voice says she is done. Enjoy your secrets holy one.”

Automated hacking software. Figures.

“Good good. Go sniff for drugs or something while I look into this”

“Yes. Check hold. Hunt for secret compartments. Your will’ll be done.” the apex-predator responded before slinking out the bridges door, heading towards the back of the ship. An occasional tapping of claw against wall could be heard following it, slowly receding deeper into the ship interrupted only briefly by the rending of metal as the monster broke into the cargo hold.

That makes three. At this point i was far past caring and instead got stuck in with trawling through the ship’s computer. There was, both blessed and frustratingly, very little to see. While it was good not to have to trawl through gigabyte’s of personal files and the irrelevant horrors that might lay within it also gave me very little information about who the woman and her dead accomplice were. The flight logs had been scrubbed clean, as had all records of external communication and the cargo manifest. Doing so was illegal, naturally, but seeing as the three corpses on the ship were reason enough to arrest her, this didn't really give me anything new. It was luck and frustration that lead me randomly to check the ships controls, but in hindsight it was the most important thing I did that day. There, in the controls for the shields, I discovered a stealth function of some kind, unusual but not unheard of for civilian ships traversing less than safe regions of space, which lead me into checking the ships specks. Why it wasn't hidden I did not know, but there in the list of installed systems was something called a Ersterban stealth module with a production date that made it archive-tech, real grade A pre-civil war stuff. Anything made at the height of the empire that was still around was valuable beyond belief, so much of that stuff couldn't be made anymore due either to budget constraints or the blueprints having gotten lost during the collapse. This kind of thing being on a civilian ship was suspicious to say the least. There were rare cases of archive-tech being available on black markets, but generally only the major powers had access to relics or the capability to make small amounts of the stuff. As a result you could often use archive-tech components as an indicator of who had made something. Which power had had a hand in my duplicitous scheme I wondered. It was time to find out.

Vemt pushed away the glass interface and then used a wrist mounted computer to compose a request for information about the cloaking device. After he sent it the message first went to the local radio tower, from which it was sent to the planets only interstellar relay. There its inquisitorial signature bumped it to the head of the queue to be broadcast out from Rotatha 4 via a micro wormhole generated within the relay. From there it pinged from world to world until it arrived back at the capital world and inquisition hq. There it retrieved classified info from the theocracy’s tech database, in the process tripping a number of data snooping systems installed by the vaios departments of the inquisition itself. Two of these automated systems managed to trip over each other when they noticed the search request and attached report explaining why the request had been made, each detecting that the other had noticed something relevant with the data and bringing all of this to the attention of their respective creators. It took about 10 minutes for the subsequent inter departmental meeting to unveiled a colossal fuckup in internal comunication. Vempt, entirely unaware of all this chain of events he had set off, continued to dig through the ship’s computer till a small beep from his wrist informed him the data he wanted had arrived.

It was at this same moment that a man came through the door holding a gun.


Seen above are a variety of vehicles sporting the innovated ball tread system utilised by many pre civil war Zuukid vehicles. Best exemplified on the exposed treads on the Vartini scout tank, they are magnetically held spheres that can be made to rotate in any direction, allowing for unprecedented maneuverability. Ball tread tanks are capable of moving freely in any direction like a hover tank tanks, but don't suffer from the same extreme energy requirements, lack of traction or issues with recoil that floating vehicles do. Despite these advantages the ball-treads take considerably more maintenance than traditional treads, maintenance time that most would prefer to spend on the even costlier mechs, and as such most modern armies using these will mix them in with regular caterpillar threaded variants to bulk up their force count.

Vartini: a small lightly armored tank that relies almost entirely on the superior maneuverability its ball treads give it to stay alive, weaving deftly through narrow streets or uneven countryside. Its primary armament is a turret mounted laser blaster used mainly either to harass targets of opportunity or to see of pursuers as it gathers intel.

Vopundre: one of the oldest models, it's more or less a traditional tank with its tracks replaced with ball-treads. Despite this it stayed in production throughout the crusades due to being a reliable workhorse, well armored, powerful main gauss gun, and highly maneuverable, and still sees alt of service in the civil war thanks to the ease of reattaching caterpillar tracks, resulting in some odd looking repair jobs with tanks sporting a track on one side and ball-treads on the other.

Orgivaia A and B: designed alongside each other by two competing design philosophies the empire ended up taking both on thanks to them being able to fill two roles by stapling a different turret on the same base. The A variant acts as a smaller, faster, Vopundre that can duel with other tanks, while the B variant has two twin linked Laser blasters used to combat masses of infantry and light vehicles and is considered the perfect tank for city fighting.

Bakago APC: a large box used to ferry infantry around, the quad barreled turret sat on top of the vehicle is what really makes it stand out. By loading a variety of gauss munitions the Bakago can provide fire support for its passengers against almost any target, providing artillery strikes, suppressive fire, AA cover or anti tank capabilities. Each baral is loaded with a different payload, and when a target is sighted the unsuitable munitions are swapped out while the barrel holding the correct response lets of the first shot of the engagement.

Carall APC: while smaller than the Bakago and armed with inflexible laser blasters the Carall has one major advantage, that being its powerful shield generators that let it bring troops to a location more safely and can also be used to set up an large bubble shield to protect them once combat begins.



Captain Piper

Level: 2
day/time: day 3 - night
Location: Skyrim-Stormcloak Camp
Word count: 355
Interacting with: @Lugubrious


Pipers first thought when she saw Azura was that she had gotten the same idea as she had, to spirit away up the mountain in the dark. She’d thought about it herself but ultimately decided against it, which had turned out to be a doubly good idea as it turned out her theory about who the graybears where calling had been correct, though she wondered why they had only now decided to speak to Azura directly. She theorised that it might harder to target a specific person with whatever the greybeards where using to project their voices than it was to simply shout at 11 volume.

Your a good judge of character it seems, coz your right, I ain't going to stop you. I imagine these bearded fellows ll only get more insistent the longer their calls go unanswered anyway, so this is, I suspect, for the best. As for going with you, I think it might be wise of you to take a sneaking approach for this trip, something I aint suited for.

Why was rather clear, the robot’s furnace bathing her and everything around her in a warm orange glow. Out in the dark woods she would stick out like a sore thumb, rendering the singer’s camo cloak worthless and spoiling spoiling both their night vision. Any half wit could spot the pair a mile off while they would be unable to see anything beyond their little island of light in the inky blackness.

Still. It's is dangerous to go alone, Piper unbuckled the belt and holster carrying her carrion pistol and presented it to the spear wielding woman take this. It might help get you out of a sticky situation, just be aware that it’s a noisy bugger. I’ll be wanting it back later, so be sure to get back safe and sound. It’s the least you can do to repay me for the amount of flack I’m going to get for this from our resident asshat she softly chuckled at the thought of the boss blowing his top when she told him Azura was gone. Anyway. Good luck Azura. I’ll see you soon, and maybe hear you sooner if I’m right about our greybeard friends.


Naija

level: 5
day/time: day 3
Location: Tetris Castle
Interacting with: @Holy Soldier


After the small pink creature ran off Naija was left with the agonising wait for them to return with help. It was just her, rosalina, her little starfish companions and the barely holding on Guile all trapped there by the unhealable wound. After what felt like an eternity kirby returned leading someone who was not Dr Solus but one of the other scientists. In hindsight finding someone unhurt was a better idea than the one she had had. She was glad Dr Solus was getting help. What followed was a discussion containing far to many words she did not understand until she was asked to help move Guile to something called a rejuvenation chamber. Naija could at least guess what that did. There was only one slight problem with all this and that was that her hopping did not mix well with helping transport wounded people.

I. Hmm. let me just she muttered as she rapidly tried to solve this puzzle.

Ok. You carry one side and I’ll carry the other

She moved to Guile’s side, wrapped his arm over her shoulders. Then she quickly sang a rising series of three notes that caused her to transform in to best form. Pink scales coated her arms, lower legs, head and torso, her pupils turned to slits, her teeth grew sharp while her fingers and toes gaind claws that she carefully avoided digging into guils skin. The most important thing however, was that strength surged through her veins that the amphibious woman used to, rather unsteadily, stand tall for the first time, lifting Guile with Rosalina's assistance in the process. The two of them then carried him between them in a human crutch, following after Dr light to the rejuvenation chamber.
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