Tyki

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@supertinyking

the squad leader takes his helmet off, showing his head as he looks the girl over, getting out some medical equipment to do a quick scan of her vitals as well as an automated diagnosis, warning her that it'd pinch a little before pricking her with the needle, waiting a bit before saying evenly "she's hypo-glycemic, we can treat her but the cure will take a very, very long time, but the good news is that she'll be healthy and normal by the time she's grown. come back with us. so long as you don't set things on fire that you're not supposed to you can come back with us while we treat her and maybe set up some rooms" before sitting up, getting a needle-gun and injecting her with a strange, blue liquid in the back of the neck, her sickness fading as she begins to feel healthy again.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@supertinyking

"no, we just don't want to wind up like the natives you ran into. You call our rifles boomsticks? they don't make a boom, more like a pew... the little one looks ill, may i take a look at her?" the leader of the group replies, stepping forward from the group and slinging his rifle over his shoulder as he holds up his hands as if in offer to take her

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@supertinyking

while the sergals had been monitoring the colony in question, the local inhabitants rather primative yet numerous, making colonizing efforts a chore, scan the planet, sending word to the local colony-fort to send out a dispatch to the creature that appeared to be against the local populace as well.

After a few minutes, a squad of guardsmen with rifles and hazard armor arrive, asking evenly "are you the one that destroyed the native encampment here?"

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@Wraithblade6

enh. was meant to be crass. the racism is mostly just cause it was funny to me and i don't actually know what you're talking about with the 'recycled joke' plus it was meant more for giggles rather than an actual story :P

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@supertinyking

There's a brief pause in the exchange of fire before the wasps pull out, their people that had been stunned commiting suicide if they couldn't be loaded onto transports except for one or two that could hardly move with their injuries

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@supertinyking

the wasps pull back into what few transports they can manage to pilot, returning to the carrier ships in orbit and maintaining the orbit, keeping the bombards up passively, more ships arriving but none of the clone structures actually being damaged due to their defences though the planet does suffer from all the radiation

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

A Small Short Story for Giggles

Back in the time when the buffalo roamed free and the americas were as foreign to europe as the ocean is to us today, a curious settler stumbled across a nearby Native American camp and after a bit of talking, got an interview from the chief which showed him around and introduced him to people. After a bit of roaming, the settler turned to the chief and asked "what is this foul scent hanging upon the air?"

"that is Shitting Bull, he is the reason we don't hunt in the valley anymore" the chief replies, the settler, nodding passively before being taken around to wander through the camp a bit longer, the two comeing across two men that seemed to be mirror images of the other. "who are those two?" the settler asks in wonder, having never come across twins

"that is living rock and soaring hawk, living rock is slow in head but open of heart while soaring hawk is quick of mind but cold of heart, the two came to us from another tribe that fell to sickness" the chief replies, the two waving in sync as the settler and chief move on to the edge of camp, the settler preparing to leave before turning and asking "what is your name?"

the chief smiles and replies with "i am fucking bull". The settler grows confused at such a crass name for such a kind man, the question tumbling out of his mouth "why are you called that?" to which the chief simply replies "ask your sister"

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@thewizardguy

"i suppose an agreement could be reached with halis if you were to talk to her, but she's off world... give me a minute" mute replies evenly before typing away at her wrist-monitor-thing and then adding "ah, it appears that the prices have changed. in exchange for the technology and assistance you'll get a little over one hundred ships and their crew. one of which is currenlty stationed in orbit. you'll want this so that they can let you on" as she tosses mia a bracelet similar to her own, it appearing simple in design with a small crystal on the underside that acted as a mix of a power button and holo-display focus.

@supertinyking

The men are absolutely shredded once the wasps reach them for melee combat, the retreating member being followed by a good twenty of the invading forces, them seeming to be appropriated to a jungle environment while delta and the fortifications behind her continue to be advanced upon, the horde seeming nearly without end, giving the clones monitoring the entire situtaion a good sense of the word 'Karma' due to similar tactics to their own being applied successfully against them

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@thewizardguy

"artificial soul construction will not sit well with some of our allies, but the soular manipulation interests me. i'll have to contact Halis to find out what we can spare in exchange for the technology you offer, though, assuming this 'five' is as strong as you suggest and is entirely robotic then why not just use a deep-strike emp?" mute replies evenly, messing around with a holo-graphic protrusion from her bracelet, widening the screen for ease of use before adding with an even tone "for what you offer we can spare one frigate and it's crew, but i doubt that will be satisfactory. If you wish for more then you will have to offer more"

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

@supertinyking

her comms are just sort of left in the dial tone while the wasps manage to slog over to the fortifications slowly, some getting a lucky shot or two on her, killing her men when they can reach them to engage in melee combat.