Seeker: Part 7

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Seeker: Part 7 Narcolep 02/19/15 (Thu) 17:05:49 9fc958 No.11919 [Last 50 Posts]

Welcome to the 7th thread for Seeker! When we last saw our feisty heroine, she had arrived at the dangerous and strange Morello Station in search of a nobleman called The Compiler. After some shopping (and fun) in the station's trading hub, you have set off to help your ally Crystal escape a mysterious foe.

Active game document: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ArSnKHevF0LC-YN8pEGsb6GPwR0ZRTEYU9vnYYWPzjQ/edit?usp=sharing

You turn on your communicator, calling Crystal. When she picks up, you hear panicked breathing. She sounds out of breath, like she’s been running. “Crystal? What’s going on?” you ask.

“Jen, I’m in trouble. I need help. Take the tram to the entertainment wing. Once you get there, turn down the first maintenance tunnel to the left. I’ll meet you down that tunnel, after the first right turn, ok?” With that, Crystal hangs up. Concerned for her safety, you hurry over to the tram station and grab a ride to the entertainment wing. As the train speeds along you check your gun, ensuring that its new confusion bolts and improved grip are in place and properly seated. You wonder waht could have happened to Crystal. Is she being chased by someone? The Compiler’s men, maybe? Or has she run into a street gang?

The flurry of sights and sounds, the attractions and rides, none of them bother you in the slightest as you sprint towards the tunnel she described. It’s just outside of the station’s zoo, and quite dingy. The space is barely wide enough for two people to stand abreast. You run around the first corner to the left and there you see her. Crystal is standing against the wall. It sounds like she’s listening for something. One of her arms is held in a strangely stiff position. She sees you and raises a finger to her lips with her un-stiffened arm. You hurry over to her quietly.

“I tracked the guy into the zoo, but I think he must have seen me. He went into a service room, but when I tried to open the door there was a… there was a basilisk waiting.” she shudders. “It’s down that alley now. It paralyzed one of my arms.”

You hurriedly scan your mobile database for information about basilisks. They are a race of lizard-like humanoids, skinny and frail in combat, but quipped with one of the galaxy’s toughest defense mechanisms. Basilisks can use psychic power to completely paralyze predators… and prey. The creatures sometimes also use their power as a way of subduing mates, so they can’t fight back. You see this must be what happened to Crystal’s arm. Sneaking a peak around the corner, you lay eyes on the monster. It’s searching behind some trash cans, not looking your way. Its shorter than you by a few inches, with dull green scales and a long reptilian tail swinging behind it. Suddenly, its face snaps up, staring in your direction. You pull your head back before it can use its powers. The look you got revealed pitch black, unblinking eyes, and a long lizardlike face with sharp teeth and a forked tongue. You weigh your options. According to the database, basilisks are fast. Running might not help much, especially with its powers, but it could be worth a shot. Or maybe you should stand and right, and take advantage of the creature’s frailty. You could always try negotiation, too- these monsters are known to be rather clever at times, and if this one really works for the Compiler, you may be able to make a deal.

A) Run!
B) Prepare to sneak attack
C) Try negotiation
D) Call someone for help (Nadia, Emily, Nat, Sven)
E) Anons suggest

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 17:09:08 72b021 No.11921

>>11919
B

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 17:16:37 529286 No.11922

>>11919
D call some backup and then B

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 17:25:52 c67ab5 No.11923

>>11919
C!

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 17:36:31 644ea0 No.11926

>>11919
B

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 17:46:56 8d8df1 No.11928

>>11919
C

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 17:58:26 346153 No.11929

>>11919
Paralyzation by eye-contact or just by concentrating?
Are they intelligent (I guess so from the negotiate otpion).
Maybe try to use our Mind Probe on him (E?).

Narcolep 02/19/15 (Thu) 18:03:47 9fc958 No.11930

>>11929
Just by concentrating (hence why only Crystal's arm is paralyzed), but it has to be able to see you

Mind Probe is option E then.

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 18:06:22 644ea0 No.11931

>>11929
>>11930
i don't think we are trained enough for that to be easy..

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 18:12:24 644ea0 No.11932

>>11929
>>11930
>>11931
but we need to start to use it, so change my B
>>11926
to E

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 18:20:47 b8524a No.11933

>>11919
B

Narcolep 02/19/15 (Thu) 18:22:14 9fc958 No.11934

Welp, we have a 3 way tie between B, C, and E. I'll let voting run a little longer.

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 18:43:33 e22926 No.11935

>>11934
E

Narcolep 02/19/15 (Thu) 18:44:49 9fc958 No.11936

>>11935
>>11932
>>11929
Alright, make me a 60+ intelligence check!

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 18:46:29 72b021 No.11937

Rolled 29

>>11936
Int roll

Narcolep 02/19/15 (Thu) 19:01:33 9fc958 No.11938

File: 1424372493016.jpg (12.23 KB, 300x225, 4:3, cas.jpg)

30 intelligence rolled, fail

Rubbing your temples lightly, you reach out with your mind. The basilisk’s mind appears to you like a great solid mass, impenetrable and heavy. Gathering your mental power, you thrust at it, attempting to push through the many layers of barriers, but you are turned away. Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you hear the basilisk release a long hiss. A clawed hand grabs at the edge of the tunnel corner, and then the basilisk turns to face you. Its tail whips behind it as it stalks in your direction, staring at you, unblinking. As its cold black eyes study you, you feel your reactions slowing down. Your psychic energy detects an assault on your mind. Behind you, Crystal is trying to aim her gun one-handed, her other arm still frozen. You back away from the basilisk, your mind fuzzy and sluggish. Your gun is in your hand but your whole body feels as if its swimming in a dense body of water.

A) Focus on resisting the basilisk’s mental attack (intelligence)
B) Try to shoot it (moderate aim)
C) Try to run (hard agility)
D) Anons suggest

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 19:05:08 72b021 No.11939

>>11938
A

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 19:09:54 346153 No.11940

>>11938
Was worth a try.
Go with A, intelligence checks can't fail us everytime, can they?

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 19:12:25 529286 No.11941

>>11938
A need to fix our minds and never try that again XD

Narcolep 02/19/15 (Thu) 19:27:03 9fc958 No.11942

>>11941
>>11940
>>11939
Ok, make me a 35+ intelligence roll

Narcolep 02/19/15 (Thu) 19:27:15 9fc958 No.11943

And a 45+ intelligence roll for Crystal, please

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 19:29:02 72b021 No.11944

Rolled 35

>>11942
Intelligence roll

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 19:32:45 ae0d4b No.11945

Rolled 42

>>11943
Crystal

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 19:32:48 b8524a No.11946

Rolled 16

>>11943
crystal

Narcolep 02/19/15 (Thu) 19:36:23 9fc958 No.11947

File: 1424374583584.jpg (207.02 KB, 847x1200, 847:1200, cas.jpg)

36 intelligence rolled, win!

You focus your mind, struggling to maintain grounded and resist the influence of the basilisk. You stare intently at the creature’s face, focusing in and refusing to submit to his paralysis. As if to show that you are not cowed, you take a single step towards it. The basilisk looks worried, but then it leans forward, its lidless eyes gazing at you with a look that urges you to relax, to let go, to relent and stop struggling. But you won’t be beaten that easily. You stand before it, gun in your hand.

Behind you, Crystal groans. You glance back to see that one of her legs has gone stiff. “Jen, it feels… good. So warm…” Her gun hand is shaking, but she still fires off a bolt in an effort to hit the lizardlike beast

Roll a 80+ aim check for Crystal!

A) Shoot it (easy aim)
B) Hit it (strength)
C) Try to escape (easy agility)
D) Try to escape with Crystal (hard agility)
E) Distract it with your body (seduction)
F) Anons suggest

Jennifer
5/5 HP
0% horniness

Crystal
3/5 HP
10% horniness

Basilisk
4/4 HP
5% horniness

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 19:36:31 b8524a No.11948

Rolled 91

>>11947
aim

A

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 19:42:39 ae0d4b No.11949

Rolled 47

Narcolep 02/19/15 (Thu) 19:42:56 9fc958 No.11950

>>11949
>>11948
Ok, give me a 30+ aim roll!

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 19:47:14 529286 No.11951

Rolled 68

>>11950
roll aim

Narcolep 02/19/15 (Thu) 19:55:35 9fc958 No.11952

File: 1424375735592.jpg (123.23 KB, 620x876, 155:219, cas.jpg)

68 rolled to aim, win!
92 rolled for Crystal’s aim, epic win!

Crystal’s bolt strikes the basilisk in the chest, causing it to stumble back. A second later, her gun arm begins to stiffen up and stop moving. Now left with one usable lim, She hobbles away behind you, seeking your protection from the paralyzing monster as the rest of her body slowly progresses to paralysis. The basilisk hisses in victory, having eliminated one of its enemies. Then, it turns to you, devoting all of its attention to the process of subduing you.

Before it has a chance to even try, you shoot it in the neck. The bolt slams against the beast’s scales with a resounding “thump”, pushing it further back from you. The creature opens its mouth to give a hollow shriek, eyes glaring at you. You feel its oppressive power invading your mind again.

Make a 50+ intelligence roll!

A) Try to shoot it again (aim)
B) Attack it with your fists (strength)
C) Try to run (agility)

Jennifer
5/5 HP
0% horniness

Crystal
1/5 HP
30% horniness

Basilisk
2/4 HP
10% horniness

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 19:59:41 b8524a No.11953

Rolled 46

>>11952
int

a

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 19:59:59 529286 No.11954

Rolled 72

>>11952
A

mateayat 02/19/15 (Thu) 20:04:21 aae537 No.11955

>>11952
A

Rachnus 02/19/15 (Thu) 20:11:25 7b8146 No.11956

>>11952
A

Narcolep 02/19/15 (Thu) 20:11:32 9fc958 No.11957

>>11955
>>11954
>>11953
Alright, make a 55+ aim roll!

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 20:15:42 529286 No.11958

Rolled 38

>>11957
roll aim

Narcolep 02/19/15 (Thu) 20:22:28 9fc958 No.11959

File: 1424377348466.jpg (125.01 KB, 1024x768, 4:3, cas.jpg)

47 intelligence rolled, fail
38 aim rolled, fail

The basilisk’s eyes unblinkingly penetrate your soul. You feel sluggish, slow, and lethargic, your finger seeming to move in slow motion as you shoot at the basilisk again. Unfortunately, your bolt bounces harmlessly off the wall of the tunnel, nowhere near the basilisk. Your legs begin to feel sore and achy, as a warm rush of blood moves up them. The sensation of your jumpsuit against your legs is suddenly very noticeable, as if your feeling has been enhanced. The extra sensation sends a rush of arousal to your brain. You can only imagine that this is some side effect of the paralysis, designed to capture victims for mating. Your legs will probably be out of your control soon. You’ll have to end this fast, before you end up unable to fight.

You can hear Crystal groan behind you. By the looks of it, she’s almost completely paralyzed, stuck in a battle-ready stance. Her head shakes back and forth, and her face is a mask of concentration. Even now that her body is completely frozen, it seems like she’s trying to fight back. “Fucking… basilisk…” she growls, unable to move her arms or her torso at all. Her cheeks are flushed red, showing that she too is feeling the aphrodisiac effects of the paralysis.

A) Try to shoot the basilisk again, while you still can (aim)
B) Attempt to run, leaving Crystal behind (hard agility)
C) Try to attack the basilisk with your fists (easy agility, strength)
D) Yell for help (luck)
E) Try to use your mental power to turn back the paralysis (moderate intelligence)
F) Anons suggest

Jennifer
4/5 HP
10% horniness

Crystal
1/5 HP
40% horniness

Basilisk
2/4 HP
10% horniness

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 20:29:10 529286 No.11960

>>11959
C, aiming is only gonna get harder I think

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 20:29:56 22130e No.11961

>>11959
C

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 20:29:57 ae0d4b No.11962

Rolled 9

>>11959
E

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 20:30:44 22130e No.11963

>>11959
C

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 20:31:44 72b021 No.11964

>>11959
C

Narcolep 02/19/15 (Thu) 20:33:59 9fc958 No.11965

>>11964
>>11963
>>11961
>>11960
Ok, give me a +30 agility roll and a +40 strength roll!

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 20:34:35 d2b91f No.11966

Rolled 2

>>11965

agility

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 20:34:38 72b021 No.11967

Rolled 48

>>11965
Agility

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 20:34:47 ae0d4b No.11968

Rolled 87

>>11965
Str

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 20:34:54 72b021 No.11969

Rolled 81

>>11965
Strength then

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 20:36:03 529286 No.11970

>>11966
doh

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 20:37:00 ae0d4b No.11971

>>11966
>>11968
And now i'm curious how this will end..

Narcolep 02/19/15 (Thu) 20:56:39 9fc958 No.11972

File: 1424379399862.jpg (97.87 KB, 500x667, 500:667, cas.jpg)

2 rolled to agility, phenomenal fail! (stat bonuses do not affect phenomenal rolls)
88 rolled to strength, epic win!

You raise your fist, preparing to strike the basilisk hard. However, as you shift one leg forward to attack it, you suddenly find that you cannot move an inch. Your legs are completely frozen in place. When the momentum of your fist swings forward, instead of stepping up to hit it, you simply fall forward. You seem to collapse in slow motion, fist flailing out towards the lizard’s head as you fall directly into it. The basilisk catches you, cold, scaly hands wrapping around your torso and keeping you from falling as the paralysis creeps over your arms. Only your head can move now. The basilisk pushes you against the wall, long tongue lashing out to lick along the side of your face, from your chin up to your new horns. You can see from your frozen position that a thin pink cock is poking out of its… no, HIS, scales. He must be preparing to mate with you. Now you regret moving one of your legs, as you’ve found yourself with your legs spread apart, leaving yourself defenseless.

You shoot a glance over at Crystal. She’s completely frozen. Her eyes, still able to blink and look around, stare at you, desperate for help but unable to speak. She watches as the basilisk's scaly fingers poke at the front of your jumpsuit. His sharp claws rip at the fabric, beginning to create a small hole. You are filled with dread. Should you yell for help, and hope whoever saves you is a moral person, rather than a potential rapist? Do you want to be discovered like this?

A) Yell for help
B) Stay silent and bear it
C) Make one final bid at a mental attack (epic intelligence)
D) Anons suggest

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 20:59:57 ae0d4b No.11973

>>11972
B

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 21:01:44 ae0d4b No.11974

>>11972
Redirect his attention to crystal would be an easier mental attack?

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 21:02:47 529286 No.11975

>>11972
Welp we're fucked…literally XD
Might as well try with C and hope.

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 21:05:08 b8524a No.11976

>>11972
C

Narcolep 02/19/15 (Thu) 21:06:45 9fc958 No.11977

>>11974
Alright, you can define this as option D

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 21:08:51 529286 No.11978

>>11977
I'm still for C. rather not screw over Crystal…literally

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 21:10:23 ae0d4b No.11979

>>11977
ok, change mine to D
>>11975
>>11976
Comeon guys..vote d, it's easier and it's fun

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 21:11:35 529286 No.11980

>>11979
still C son

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 21:12:24 ae0d4b No.11981

>>11978
She can't know its our fault. Also if someone 'll be pregnant it's better her than us

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 21:13:14 ae0d4b No.11982

>>11980
Ok sir, your will is strong…

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 21:12:29 b528bd No.11983

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 21:13:30 529286 No.11984

>>11982
just my opinion. you guys can still vote your choice. and I'll be voting for mine.

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 21:19:01 ae0d4b No.11985

>>11984
Yeah! It was worth trying

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 21:50:31 f521e4 No.11986

>>11972
C

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 21:53:22 22130e No.11987

>>11972
C

AlphaWanker 02/19/15 (Thu) 22:28:58 1c267d No.11988

>>11972
C

AlphaWanker 02/20/15 (Fri) 06:53:58 bd9048 No.12025

>>11972
C

AlphaWanker 02/20/15 (Fri) 09:26:52 644ea0 No.12047

>>11972
D

Narcolep 02/20/15 (Fri) 22:48:17 73146f No.12082

Alright, C it is! Make me an 85+ intelligence roll!

AlphaWanker 02/20/15 (Fri) 23:01:17 b17a0b No.12085

Rolled 64

>>12082

Narcolep 02/20/15 (Fri) 23:56:43 73146f No.12092

File: 1424476603742.jpg (132.69 KB, 620x876, 155:219, cas.jpg)

64 intelligence rolled, fail!

Your final attempt to use your mental powers fails, your psychic probe bouncing uselessly off his imposing mind again.

You hear a loud tearing noise as a large hole is shredded into your suit, and the panties beneath. The cool air presses against your nether regions. Your head freezes as you watch the basilisk’s pink cock grow, forcing you to stare at the imminence of your rape. Against your own will, your constantly-wet pussy begins to prepare you for coitus. The warmth of paralysis continues to wash over you as the basilisk’s scaly hands grab you around the waist, shifting your statue of a body to the left, in line with his reptilian manhood. He hisses, his tongue lashing out and running along your slightly-open lips. With frozen eyes, you watch him lean in, and feel the head of his member push inside you. His prick isn’t thick or wide, but above-average in its length. You’re glad you can’t make any embarrassing noises as it slips deep inside of you. The lizard hisses as he thrusts deep inside, bumping against your womb as he uses your frozen body for his own pleasure. He grips you tighter as he pushes deeper inside, almost hilting himself as you’re penetrated deeper than ever before. You might as well be a sex doll, for all the power you have.

The beast makes a sort of shrieking noise, slamming you harder, causing your juices to spill out and run down your thighs. You realize with a horrible shock that you’re soaking wet. Your mind rebels against him, but your cunt can’t get enough of the basilisk’s skinny cock. Your back bumps against the wall as his thrusting pushes you, and then, abruptly, he’s done. His cock twitches, then you feel a cascade of warm seed bursting inside you as your womb is filled for the second time in as many hours. The basilisk’s long tongue plunges into your throat as he slams into you one last time. That seems to do it for you, and you feel the rush of a forced orgasm flow through you as your pussy explodes with even more wetness. The tongue inside you whips about, exploring your mouth. He hisses, then pulls out, his seed slowly oozing out of your spasming, soaking cunt.

The basilisk grabs your petrified body, setting you in the middle of the hallway. He hooks his claws into your jumpsuit and the panties beneath, ripping a large flap of them off. The left side of your back and your full, heart-shaped ass is exposed, bare skin growing goosebumps at the air-conditioning. The basilisk runs his tongue over a clawed hand, covering it in his saliva. Then, as you wonder what he could be doing, he slaps you on the butt, hard. You feel a stinging, burning sensation, as if his hand was burning hot. You can’t imagine what he’s done to you. As you stare at the tunnel wall in front of you, you feel his burning hot claw scratch something on the skin below where he slapped you, some kind of writing.

New mark added! You can examine this mark once you’re back in safety.

Make a luck roll!

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 00:03:29 d2b91f No.12094

Rolled 59

>>12092

Luck

Narcolep 02/21/15 (Sat) 00:26:30 73146f No.12099

59 luck rolled

The basilisk stalks towards Crystal, a clawed hand raising to touch her face, as her eyes scream in fear. Suddenly, you hear the sound of loud voices coming down the tunnel. Great, deep, booming laughter echoes off the walls. The basilisk’s head snaps up, taking a defensive stance. Knowing it’s wounded and outnumbered, it turns away and runs off down the tunnel, beating a quick escape from whoever’s coming. After a few minutes of waiting, frozen in silent fear, you see a few large, muscular figures round the corner. Their green skin, tattoos, numerous gold medallions, and dreadlocks give them away as young warrior Orcans. When they see you, they seem to increase their pace.

“Human women! I, Hor Rasnada of the Norg clan, ask you to accompany us on a-” The Orcan falls silent when he gets close enough to see what’s going on. His heavy jaw drops open a bit when he sees the hole in the crotch of your jumpsuit and your frozen, bent positions His small eyes squint as he attempts to discover what has happened. You stare at him pleadingly, hoping he’ll understand, while his companions jeer and laugh. “Ah!” Hor Rasnada exclaims. “Hor Rasnada has seen basilisks before!” He walks over to you, looking you up and down, his eyes appraising your body. They seem to rest a while on your left buttcheek, and he laughs.

Make a 25+ respect check! (with a +10 bonus from your favor with the Orcans)

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 00:30:49 c4b94f No.12101

Rolled 56

>>12099
respect

Narcolep 02/21/15 (Sat) 01:13:11 73146f No.12104

66 respect rolled, win!

Hor Rasnada’s thick hand grabs your ass, still chuckling. Suddenly, another Orcan pushes through the crowd. You recognize him by his wide face and neck tattoo as the pilot of the ship you aided yesterday. Like the others, he wears sleeveless powersteel armor decorated with tribal etchings, displaying his huge arms. “Hor Rasnada! This human woman has helped I, Mord Malmalbor, in the hunting of a Krion whore! She is a friend to the Norgs.” Hor Rasnada immediately removes his hand from your butt, stepping away sheepishly. Mord steps over to you. “Men, carry these Or-friends to the battlechief!”

The Orcans step forward, picking you and Crystal up like baggage. One takes your legs, and the other your torso, toting you back through the service tunnels. A few times other pedestrians or engineers pass you, giving you looks of concern and confusion as the Orcans carry you by. After a half hour of walking, you begin to feel some sensation return to your fingers and toes, and you wiggle them a bit. The Orcan carrying your torso grins.

“The power of the basilisks is mighty, but does not last long. A pack of warriors can destroy such cowardly beasts with as much trouble as they would a fly!” He chuckles, deep and throaty, and then falls silent again. A few minute later, you head out of the tunnels, into a dingy service room. The sound of thumping music tells you you’re beneath a club. The Orcans carry you up a staircase and into a comfortable room, covered with soft throw pillows and cushy couches. You see many Orcans lounging about, the length of their hair demonstrating their seniority. A few have long ponytails, marking them as leaders or heroes. Many have women in skimpy silk bikinis on their laps, a few openly fingering or groping the girls. The most muscled of the Orcans reclines on a couch at the end of the room, two human girls kneeling on the floor in front of him. His ponytail is so long that he has draped it around his shoulders to keep it from falling on the floor. Beside him is a female Orcan. Her face is beautiful, but strong, with powerful cheekbones and authoritative eyes. She is less muscular than the men, but still immensely powerful, with large biceps. The male leans forward when he sees you approach.

“What is this you have brought to me, Mord Malmalbor?” Mord salutes him, while another Orcan comes forward with a bottle.

“These are friends of the Norg clan! When I chased the Krion spy away from your ship, o battlechief, this woman of firey hair shot the witch’s ship down! I found them victims of a wicked basilisk, and brought them here to be cured, to express my gratitude!” The Orcan pushes the bottle into your mouth, pouring a foul-tasting liquid down your throat, and then Crystals. You groan as the feeling abruptly returns to your body, and you both collapse to the floor.

“Hmm…” the battlechief muses. The female beside him leans over and speaks into his ear, and he nods. “I, Gars Garmal, battlechief of the Norg, welcome you! You are Or-friend, and may sit in our hall!

The woman speaks up, her voice deep and powerful, but sultry as well. “And I am Vassa Garmal, battlewife! This club is not the warhall of our fathers, but it is a comfort to us. Please, partake of our women, should you wish, and our mead.” The Orcans roar in approval. You realize that this position with the Orcans could be very helpful to you. As you climb to your feet, you wonder what you might ask of him.

A) Ask about the Compiler
B) Ask about their rivalry with the Krions
C) Ask about the Orcans on Morello Station
D) Ask how they came to be living in a club
E) Ask for a mirror to check your new mark
F) Anons suggest

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 01:26:26 f521e4 No.12105

>>12104
F) Ask for some mead. Why not?
C
B
A
D

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 01:31:41 b8524a No.12106

>>12105
this

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 03:38:37 fbaa15 No.12120

F) Need mead
A)

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 04:00:40 c4b94f No.12122

>>12104
F (mead)
E
A

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 04:26:43 529286 No.12125

>>12104
F
E

Narcolep 02/21/15 (Sat) 04:34:45 73146f No.12126

“Mead would be great right about now.” you say with a smile. Vassa claps her hands and an orc approaches with two goblets of mead, handing one to you and the other you Crystal. You take a sip. The drink is hot, thick, and very strong, with a powerful earthy flavor. It’s not half bad, but you still shudder at the first sip. Gars laughs.

“Orcan mead is a thing of much power!” he roars, and the assembled Orcans cheer. Gars pets one of the women kneeling at his feet, stroking her hair. The girl smiles lazily at the affection.

“Ah… awkward question, but can you get me a mirror?” you ask Gars. He nods, grabbing a reflective medallion from his neck and tossing it to you. You use it to get a clear look at the mark on your ass. There is large black mark in the shape of the basilisk’s clawed hand on your buttcheek. It’s about three inches at the longest. Below it, the words “lizard slut” are written on your skin. You rub at the mark in shock. It doesn’t feel burned into you, but doesn’t come out. The basilisk seems to have tattooed you somehow. Until you find a way to remove it, that mark is permanent.

New mark: “Lizard slut” claw mark. You will be more submissive towards reptilian enemies.

Gars still appears to be in a jovial mood. Maybe you can ask him some more questions?

A) Ask about the Compiler
B) Ask about their rivalry with the Krions
C) Ask about the Orcans on Morello Station
D) Ask how they came to be living in a club
E) Leave
F) Anons suggest

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 04:46:30 c4b94f No.12127

>>12126
A

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 04:49:17 b8524a No.12128

>>12126
B

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 05:09:58 f078e4 No.12129

>>12126

A

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 05:40:20 f521e4 No.12133

>>12126
C

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 06:35:46 4d9950 No.12137

>>12126
A

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 06:40:38 522352 No.12139

>>12126
>C) Ask about the Orcans on Morello Station

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 07:05:18 fbaa15 No.12141

A

Let's get a move on

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 07:47:47 4243de No.12144

>>12126
A

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 08:16:14 bd9048 No.12148

>>12126
A

These guys are great

Narcolep 02/21/15 (Sat) 16:23:43 73146f No.12160

You take another sip of your mead, shaking your head to clear it of the drink’s strength. “So,” you begin. “I’d like to learn a little about the Compiler. Maybe you can help me?”

Vassa leans forward. “Baaah! The Compiler is a petty and foolish human! We do not kneel to the Compiler!” The Orcans roar out a war cry, a few beating their chests. Gars puts a hand on Vassa’s shoulder.

“She, Vassa Garmal, bears hate for the Compiler. He is the master of this station, and imposes heavy tax on those who come here. Those like the Norg. We do not love him. He is not an Or-friend. But the Norg must pay him, to stay on the station.” Gars shakes his head. “His lair is somewhere hidden, somewhere deep within the station. If we found it, we might smash him ourselves!” The Orcans bellow in agreement.

A) Try to recruit the Orcans to your cause (charisma)
B) Ask about their rivalry with the Krions
C) Ask about the Orcans on Morello Station
D) Ask how they came to be living in a club
E) Leave
F) Anons suggest

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 16:34:50 7b952a No.12162

>>12160
D

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 16:36:14 522352 No.12164

>>12160
>C) Ask about the Orcans on Morello Station

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 16:41:39 b8524a No.12167

>>12160
C

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 16:52:34 8bb924 No.12169

>>12160
B

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 17:24:55 7b952a No.12177

I was thinking back about fun time and for

>>12092
>His cock twitches, then you feel a cascade of warm seed bursting inside you as your womb is filled for the second time in as many hours.

Do we have a pregnancy roll, or it is not possible in this universe?

Narcolep 02/21/15 (Sat) 17:31:17 73146f No.12178

>>12177
You can't be impregnated by non-mammals, or things like tentacles or vines, just like Siegroy couldn't impregnate Crystal.

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 17:42:43 522352 No.12182

>>12178
How about Orcans?

Narcolep 02/21/15 (Sat) 17:45:10 73146f No.12183

>>12182
Orcans are humanoid, they're fair game.

Narcolep 02/21/15 (Sat) 17:45:32 73146f No.12184

“So how many of your people are here on the station? And why?” One of the women at Gars’ feet crawls up onto his lap as you speak, and begins to grab at his crotch.

“We have dozens of Orcan warriors on Morello.” he answers, full of pride. “We have come to make trade, and to represent the Orcan people! The Krion bitches have come here to look for allies, and so the Orcan people must follow! We cannot allow them to defeat the war-clan of Norg!” He grunts, and the warriors around the room echo him. “We dwell in this brothel while we trade with him, as we find it more comfortable than any tavern or hostel. The Compiler is a man who can make many trades, though all are unfair and twisted in his favor. We buy weapons and ships from him, and in exchange we give him many exotic animals, gems and gold, and even women. The Compiler’s name rings true, we hear. It is said on Morello that he has a great menagerie, where all manner of creatures are kept. These are like the beasts in the zoo, but there are many more.” The Orcans nod, sagely. The human woman on Gars’ lap unlaces his trousers, revealing a massive green cock, which she immediately begins to suck. The Orcan battlechief’s face remains stern and unchanging.

A) Try to recruit the Orcans to your cause (charisma)
B) Ask about the women serving the Orcans
C) Anons suggest

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 17:47:26 522352 No.12185

>>12184
>B) Ask about the women serving the Orcans

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 17:49:06 7b8146 No.12186

>>12184
>B) Ask about the women serving the Orcans

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 17:48:27 b8524a No.12187

>>12184
B

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 17:49:21 f078e4 No.12188

>>12184

B

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 17:50:37 7b952a No.12189

>>12178

Interesting, does it mean Siegroy is close to tigers, but it is not mammal?

>>12183

Ah good to know. I like the idea of strange pregnancy.

>>12184
B

Narcolep 02/21/15 (Sat) 18:01:59 73146f No.12190

“These… uh… servants of yours. Are they slaves? Prostitutes?” Gars seems offended.

“Great Chief, no! Orcan men have no need for slaves! These are willing thralls. Many human women come into Orcan halls, in search of our famed strength. Some wish to hire us as bodyguards, others want our co-operation with government affairs. They stay a few nights, they drink of Orcan mead, and they decide that they do not wish to go. Once they have a taste of Orcan manhood, they stay with us forever, or until we grow tired of them.” He points to the woman sucking his cock. “This one wanted us to guard a caravan of precious gems. We guarded it for her, and by the time we left, she had grown so hungry for us that she came as well! Many of their minds go dull, after time, until all they wish is to serve us. Orcan mead, after all, is strong.” He laughs, many of the Orcans joining in. You set down your goblet of mead, reconsidering drinking any more.

“The mead… brainwashes them?” you ask, shocked.

“I do not know this word, “brain wash”. The mead gives them a hunger for us, after they drink enough of it. It wears off before long, so we must give them lots.” He notices your concern. “Do not be afraid, it takes more than one goblet to turn a woman into a thrall for pleasure.” You look over at Crystal, who’s drained her goblet.

A) Try to recruit the Orcans to your cause (charisma)
B) Accuse them of trying to drug you
C) Leave
D) Anons suggest

Narcolep 02/21/15 (Sat) 18:03:47 73146f No.12191

>>12189
Siegroy is a mammal, yes, he's just too different from you biologically to impregnate you. Some mammals can impregnate you, but no non-mammals can.

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 18:03:12 522352 No.12192

>>12190
>A) Try to recruit the Orcans to your cause (charisma)

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 18:07:09 7b8146 No.12193

>>12190
>A) Try to recruit the Orcans to your cause (charisma)

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 18:10:13 f078e4 No.12194

>>12190

B

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 18:13:16 7b952a No.12195

>>12190
A

Narcolep 02/21/15 (Sat) 19:01:42 73146f No.12197

>>12195
>>12193
>>12192
Alright, give me a 35+ charisma check!

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 19:05:57 522352 No.12198

Rolled 33

>>12197

Charisma roll

Herpyderp 02/21/15 (Sat) 19:08:22 0228f8 No.12200

>>12198
tell me we had a bonus on that one…

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 19:12:57 b8524a No.12202

>>12200
nope

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 20:07:34 529286 No.12204

>>12198
doh so close

Narcolep 02/21/15 (Sat) 21:17:51 73146f No.12360

33 charisma rolled, fail!

“So, maybe we can help each other or something.” you suggest. “You can help me get into the Compiler’s compound, and I can…” you trail off, slightly distracted by the sight of the thrall’s head bobbing up and down on Gars’ manhood.

He shrugs. “I, Gars Garmal, see no reason to do this. I do not know where the Compiler is, and you cannot help me find him. You are Or-friend, but I will not do this for you.”

You sigh. It was worth a try. Maybe later, once you really know where the Compiler is and who he is, the Orcans would help you. For now, they don’t seem interested in what you have to offer. Briefly, you consider using other means to win Gars over. It could be worth a shot. You still have your mental powers, perhaps you could convince him that way, although failing could make him very angry at you. Still, you’ve had a long day. It could be nice to cut your losses and go home.

A) Try to use seduction to your favor (moderate seduction)
B) Try to use your psychic powers (tricky intelligence)
C) Leave
D) Anons suggest

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 21:31:05 522352 No.12362

>>12360
>A) Try to use seduction to your favor (moderate seduction)

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 21:32:09 b8524a No.12363

>>12360
C

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 21:35:31 7b8146 No.12367

>>12360
>A) Try to use seduction to your favor (moderate seduction)

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 21:36:37 7b952a No.12368

>>12360
A

Narcolep 02/21/15 (Sat) 21:48:38 73146f No.12375

>>12368
>>12367
>>12362
Alright, make a 60+ seduction roll!

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 21:52:14 b8524a No.12377

Rolled 33

>>12375
seduce

AlphaWanker 02/21/15 (Sat) 23:09:45 bd9048 No.12392

>>12377
I guess it's not easy to seduce someone in a brothel who is already getting their dick sucked willingly by someone who isnt you.

Narcolep 02/23/15 (Mon) 02:35:14 dcd0b2 No.12419

33 seduction rolled, fail!

You step forward, leaning in to Gars and placing your hand on his thigh. “Are you sure there’s no way I can… convince you?” He laughs, the thrall’s head still bouncing up and down on his cock.

“I, Gars Garmal, have no need for your “ways”. I have many women, though your offer is tempting.” He shakes his head. “I will give you one piece of knowledge though- the only way to be brought before the Compiler is as a captive. Start some trouble, perhaps, and this may occur. The Norg tribe might… appreciate if this trouble were to happen to the Krion bitches.” He places a hand on the back of the woman’s head as he says this. “Bord! Give this human a means to contact us!” An Orcan takes your communicator, tapping a few numbers into it. “Now go, Or-friend!” he roars. The assembled Orcan beat their chests as you and Crystal leave the room.

The two of you walk through an empty brothel into the street. Crystal grins. “Assertive bunch, aren’t they? What do you think, should we help them?”

You shrug. In a moment, you realize that there are still rather gaping holes in your jumpsuit, revealing your embarrassing mark. You wonder if you should head back to the ship and change, or simply use one of your mending potions.

A) Go back to the ship and change clothes
B) Use a potion (3 currently owned) and head back to the shopping district
C) Use a potion and head to the zoo, where Crystal last saw your lead
D) Use a potion and go to the Krion embassy
E) Use a potion and head elsewhere (anons suggest)

AlphaWanker 02/23/15 (Mon) 02:47:13 56f4ba No.12420

>>12419

C

AlphaWanker 02/23/15 (Mon) 03:10:23 7c5b7e No.12421

>>12419
C

AlphaWanker 02/23/15 (Mon) 04:47:05 6f3f9b No.12422

>>12419
C

AlphaWanker 02/23/15 (Mon) 04:51:39 a6b915 No.12424

>>12419
D

AlphaWanker 02/23/15 (Mon) 05:06:00 b8524a No.12425

>>12419
C

Narcolep 02/23/15 (Mon) 05:26:02 7c8b9f No.12426

You splash the potion over your clothes, confused as to how it functions. Shockingly, you watch as the tight fabric of your jumpsuit knits itself together, the red material repairing itself, crawling over your bare skin. The underwear beneath is still shredded, but at least your mark and your pussy are fully covered.

“Let’s head back to the zoo.” you suggest. Crystal nods, and together you hop on the train. A few minutes of rapid-speed travel later, you arrive in front of the zoo. As you pass the service tunnel where you were raped, you shudder in distaste.

There doesn’t appear to be an entrance fee, and so the two of you walk inside without issue. The zoo is filled to the brim with exotic animals. To every side, massive canines, colorful birds, and bizarre apes screech and growl at you from gilded cages. You’ve heard the Compiler loves collecting rare animals, but this collection is beyond anything you would have expected. The zoo is oddly empty, only a few pedestrians wandering around here and there. Ignoring the animals, Crystal leads you into the zoo, to a small service door.

“This is it. Remember, the last time I opened this door there was a fucking basilisk behind it, so watch yourself.” Taking her opinion into account, you place your hand on the hilt of your gun as you turn the door handle. Fortunately, there’s nothing behind it but a small, dingy hallway. You wander inside, looking around for anything suspicious. There are a myriad of doors on every side, and by the growls and yelps coming from behind them, you assume that they’re access doors to the animals’ cages. You tiptoe down to the end of the hall, pressing your ear against the door at the end. You hear a few muffled voices behind it. It sounds like they’re moving away from you.

“…yeah, I heard the basilisk fucked her stupid. Had it coming though, following me like that.” You realize that this is the voice of the man Crystal was tailing. Opening the door a crack, you see that he is standing at one end of a wide room, speaking with another man in a zoo-keeper’s uniform. At his feet is a bizarre dog-like beast, an animal with a broad mouth and a pair of strange tentacles sprouting from its neck. Crystal’s hand goes to her pocket when she sees the beast, grasping her pistol. Glancing around the room, you see a door on the other side. You might be able to sneak past.

A) Approach the men diplomatically
B) Try to intimidate them with your guns
C) Sneak for the door
D) Leave the zoo alone for now and try to find another way to the Compiler

Loserface 02/23/15 (Mon) 05:32:28 a71092 No.12427

>>12426
C

AlphaWanker 02/23/15 (Mon) 05:33:14 b8524a No.12428

>>12426
A

AlphaWanker 02/23/15 (Mon) 05:35:44 56f4ba No.12429

>>12426

C

AlphaWanker 02/23/15 (Mon) 06:38:17 6f3f9b No.12430

Rolled 1

>>12426
D
we need support

AlphaWanker 02/23/15 (Mon) 07:24:39 92abee No.12431

>>12426
C

AlphaWanker 02/23/15 (Mon) 08:05:39 8bb924 No.12432

>>12430
Wow, good thing that didn't count for anything.
>>12426
C
And we really need grenades. They would be perfect here.

AlphaWanker 02/23/15 (Mon) 14:12:13 9645a9 No.12440

>>12426
C

Narcolep 02/23/15 (Mon) 14:12:42 7c8b9f No.12441

>>12440
>>12432
>>12431
>>12429
>>12427
Alright, make me a 55+ sneak check!

Herpyderp 02/23/15 (Mon) 14:25:25 0228f8 No.12442

Rolled 54

>>12441
sneak

Narcolep 02/23/15 (Mon) 14:27:35 7c8b9f No.12443

>>12442
With your agility bonus, that's narrowly a win!

Narcolep 02/23/15 (Mon) 14:34:22 7c8b9f No.12444

56 stealth rolled, win!

You skirt around the edges of the room, keeping your eyes trained on the two men. Luckily, they don’t turn around to see you and you’re quiet enough to make it by without any problems. You make your way to the door on the other side, and open it just wide enough to slip through. Ahead of you, all you find is a small, short room, no more than ten feet wide. On the other side is a small touchscreen posed on the wall, with six small holes in a circle around it. The screen reads “Enter access code or buzz to request entry”. You realize that the console wants you to buzz someone inside, and ask them to let you in. You think you might recognize the console’s brand and model, though. If you’re lucky, you might be able to hotwire it… but those holes in the wall could represent some sort of defence system.

A) Buzz for entrance
B) Try to hack the console
C) Anons suggest

AlphaWanker 02/23/15 (Mon) 14:35:52 75305b No.12445

>>12444
B

Herpyderp 02/23/15 (Mon) 14:40:00 0228f8 No.12446

>>12444
B

Narcolep 02/23/15 (Mon) 14:44:26 7c8b9f No.12447

>>12446
>>12445

Ok, give me a 65+ intelligence roll!

AlphaWanker 02/23/15 (Mon) 14:52:32 75305b No.12448

Rolled 44

>>12447
intellignece

Narcolep 02/23/15 (Mon) 22:35:49 7c8b9f No.12484

45 intelligence rolled, fail!

You crouch down in front of the touch screen, and use your nail to unscrew the screws holding the casing on. Behind the screen is a motherboard and an array of wires. You’re pretty sure that if you move this blue one over here, you’ll be able to…

“BEEP! UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS!” You jump at the blaring noise. You hear the door behind you click shut, and realize you’re locked inside the little room. From the holes by the touch screen, long mechanical arms reach out. You dodge away from them, bumping into Crystal as you do. The two of you topple to the ground, and the tentacle-like metal limbs begin to coil around your legs like snakes. They wrap around your bodies, pinning your arms to your sides and completely restraining you. Then, you hear the grinding of gears and feel the room you’re in begin to drop. It must be some sort of elevator.

You can only squirm helplessly as the security arms keep you firmly held in place. The elevator sinks, heading deep into the station. On the bright side of things, you think, you’re probably going to get to meet the Compiler. On the dark side… well… you’ve been caught sneaking into his lair. After a few minutes of descent, you arrive at the bottom of the shaft. New letters flash across the touchscreen: “Please identify your purpose.” It must want you to speak out loud, considering that you can’t move any of your limbs.

A) “To visit the Compiler”
B) “To propose a business deal”
C) “To steal from the Compiler”
D) “To enter into service of the Compiler”
E) Anons suggest

AlphaWanker 02/23/15 (Mon) 22:43:46 ef88d4 No.12485

>>12484
B

AlphaWanker 02/23/15 (Mon) 23:15:37 bd9048 No.12488

>>12484
B

AlphaWanker 02/23/15 (Mon) 23:27:56 1d42bd No.12492

>>12484
D

AlphaWanker 02/23/15 (Mon) 23:35:10 b8524a No.12493

>>12484
B

Narcolep 02/23/15 (Mon) 23:44:31 7c8b9f No.12497

“To offer a business deal!” you yell. The touchscreen beeps once, then falls silent. A few minutes later, the door behind you “woosh”es open, and a squat robot shaped like a garbage can on a hoverpad floats into the room. A red mechanical eye scans you up and down, and then small, spindly limbs detatch the mechanical arms wrapped around you from the wall and plug them into ports on the cylindrical droid’s side. It beeps once and turns around, lifting you up into the air with apparent ease. You shoot Crystal a confused look as it carries you out of the elevator and into a long hallway. Up ahead you can hear sounds of growling and yelling. At the end of the hall, the robot taps an entrance code into a wide door, which swings open.

The room beyond is lit by somber red lights. Large curtains and support columns stretch between the floor and the ceiling. Ahead you see a large crowd of mercenaries and thugs gathered around a round pit in the floor. As you pass by, you hear sounds of growling and shrieking. You strain to glance over the mercenaries’ heads and spy a naked woman being mounted by a large dog-like beast. The beast furiously slams into her, while she looks up at the crowd with a dumb, bimbo-like expression. Redirecting your attention to ahead, you see that you’re being brought before a red-skinned Chutar woman on a large, comfortable armchair, on a raised dias. She’s staring at the show with bored eyes. The woman wears tight-fitting white pants and a sleeveless red velvet tuxedo, in the facsimile of a ringmaster. Her hair is cut into a short pixie cut, unlike Nadia’s long braid, and her bare arms are covered in tattoos, which you know the Chutar despise. She glances over at you when you approach.

“What the hell is this?” She asks, her voice authoritarian.

A) Demand to see the Compiler
B) Try to intimidate her into releasing you
C) Ask for forgiveness for breaking in
D) Anons suggest

AlphaWanker 02/23/15 (Mon) 23:51:34 b8524a No.12501

>>12497
C

AlphaWanker 02/23/15 (Mon) 23:52:55 ef88d4 No.12502

>>12497
C

AlphaWanker 02/23/15 (Mon) 23:53:59 bd9048 No.12503

>>12497
D say we want to make a deal with the compiler

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 00:45:46 c49b1a No.12506

>>12503
Seconding this.

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 00:50:54 1d42bd No.12508

>>12497
>>12503
Same

Narcolep 02/24/15 (Tue) 00:54:38 7c8b9f No.12509

>>12508
>>12506
>>12503
Ok, make me a 40+ charisma roll

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 00:55:25 1d42bd No.12511

Rolled 47

>>12509
charisma

Narcolep 02/24/15 (Tue) 01:15:04 7c8b9f No.12512

47 charisma rolled, win!

“I want to talk to the Compiler! I have a deal for him!” you say, still squirming in your restraints. The woman tilts her head, her glare piercing through you. Then she snaps her hands, and the robot binding you sets you on the ground and unwinds its arms from you. Crystal remains bound and held in the air. The woman doesn’t give her so much as a second look.

“Her, actually. You’re lookin’ at her. And she’s looking at you. I’ve been keeping track of you since you ‘encountered’ my basilisk.” The woman… er… the COMPILER, stands up and walks toward you, heavy boots “click”ing on the floor as she approaches you. She walks with a powerful, intimidating gait, regarding you with an appraiser’s eye. “A deal, huh? You think you can make a deal with me? What would you even get the woman who’s got everything?” She beckons you, leading you over to the pit in the floor. “I don’t need anything from someone stupid enough to try to break into my place. You see that girl down there? She was the last thief who tried to steal from me. That could be you, if you’re not careful.” You shudder as the woman in the pit lets out a particularly pathetic moan, as the canine beast bucking into her scratches at her back. “What is it you’re looking for?”

“A tablet. Little thing, with very old writing on it. I’m an archaeologist.” you tell her, trying to remain calm and confident.

The Compiler nods. “I probably have what you’re looking for. I haven’t checked the rare tablets section of my collection in a while, but I’m sure it’s there. But honestly, what’ve you got to give me? I don’t want money, I’ve got it in spades. Your blue friend over there is neat, but she’s just a human, and I already have a dozen of those, and I don’t need to own another.” You think about it, genuinely not sure what you have to offer. She continues. “Anyway, there’s no way I’m making a deal for you unless I get some real evidence that you’re worth my time. Wanna know how you prove that?” You don’t think you really do want to know, but you nod.

“That.” she says, pointing to the pit. “Not the rape part, obviously, I’m not that much of a bitch. If you want me to take time outta my day to talk to you, entertain me first. Get down in that pit and fight whatever I throw at you.” She grins, displaying slightly crooked teeth. “Well? What’ll it be? How badly do you want your tablet?”

A) Fight an animal in the pit
B) Thank her and leave
C) Anons suggest

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 01:16:55 b8524a No.12513

>>12512
C
trade it for the attribute absorber

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 01:18:27 c49b1a No.12514

>>12512
Ahttp://8ch.net/storytiem/res/11919.html#
I'm up for this, we've come a long way here and a battle isn't anything we can't face. Also, let's bring Crystal with us.

Narcolep 02/24/15 (Tue) 01:21:30 7c8b9f No.12515

>>12513
The attribute absorber is all used up. You can try this, but you'll have to make a pretty hard bluff check.

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 01:32:58 bd9048 No.12517

>>12512
That reminds me. Ask if she recently acuired a Fell'os, it might belong to us and if so we could make a trade, maybe we could prove ownership if hes here with how he reacts to us.

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 01:36:52 1d42bd No.12519

>>12512
A

Bluff and ask to fight something exotic, like a Fell'os. If we are lucky they send our old "friend", if not we already beaten one of them.

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 01:38:03 bd9048 No.12520

>>12517
Maybe even a little competition over who can make him obey to see who his master realy is?

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 02:20:49 b8524a No.12521

>>12513
>>12515
ok changing to A then

Narcolep 02/24/15 (Tue) 02:36:37 7c8b9f No.12522

“Fine.” you say. “If that’s what it takes.”

The Compiler smiles in a rather predatory way. “That’s a good girl. Hey! You!” she yells, pointing at one of the gathered mercenaries. “Get that slut out of the pit! We have a new attraction!” The man she pointed at nods, hurrying down the ladder into the pit and forcing the dog off the woman with a stun stick. The Compiler turns back to you, a glint in her eye. “Now, get out of the clothes. Come on, do it. You don’t want that jumpsuit to get all scratched up, do you?” She phrases the request like a suggestion, but it’s clear by her undertone that she won’t take no for an answer. You sigh, stripping out of your jumpsuit. You do your best to cover your breasts and crotch, but you quickly realise there’s really no point. You realize that your embarrassing new tattoo is on full display, and hear a snicker from the Compiler as she sees it.

You climb down the ladder into the pit. As you do, you hear Crystal yelling after you. “Wait! Are you seriously considering this? You’re gonna get yourself killed!”

The Compiler grabs a microphone from the arm of her chair and steps up to the edge of the pit. She tosses a stun baton down to you, the end crackling with electricity. “Alright, deadbeats, gather round! Tonight, we have a new attraction in the pit! This girl wants to make a deal with me, but first, you know what she has to do…” she holds the mic out to the audience.

“Face! The! Beast!” they chants. You feel somewhat annoyed at the Compiler calling you a “girl”, since she can’t be much older than you. You pick up the stun baton, twirling it in your hand. The Compiler leans down to you. “Hey, girl. What’s your name?”

A) Give your real name (could increase or decrease respect, depending on whether you win)
B) Give a fake name (anons suggest)

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 02:46:53 b8524a No.12523

>>12522
A

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 02:56:39 bd9048 No.12524

>>12522
A

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 03:16:45 f521e4 No.12525

>>12522
A

Narcolep 02/24/15 (Tue) 03:17:55 7c8b9f No.12526

File: 1424747874911.jpg (145.02 KB, 950x669, 950:669, cas.jpg)

“Jennifer!” you call up to her. She shrugs.

“Nice to meetcha, Jennifer. Have fun.” The Compiler gives you a playful smile, and then signals to one of the mercenaries, who pulls a lever beside the pit. You hear a rumbling noise behind you. Spinning around, you see a gated portcullis rising open. A loud roar echoes down the tunnel behind it. You could have sworn you recognize it from somewhere, but you can’t place it. You hear hurried, padded footsteps, moving fast toward you. The audience cheers, and you raise your stun baton. A moment later, a large furry cat bursts through the opening into the pit.

“Siegroy?!” you exclaim. You can hear Crystal gasp loudly from the edge of the pit Sure enough, your former pet is now prowling before you. His front fangs have been capped, preventing them from being able to rip and tear flesh. There is a heavy leather collar around his neck.

“What was that you called my new cat?” asks the Compiler. “Sieg… roy? Isn’t that from an old videotape? Siegfried and Roy, 2003? I remember that one. The cat mauled his trainer. That seems fitting, doesn’t it?” She laughs. “Only he won’t be mauling you today. This kitty’s been trained for something far more entertaining.” The crowd applauds.

You ready your stun baton. Siegroy glares at you without a hint of recognition. His large cock hangs between his legs, inflating at the prospect of fresh prey. A gambit to re-train him might not work as well as you’d have hoped.

A) Charge with your stun baton (strength)
B) Demand to fight a different animal, this one’s important to you (charisma)
C) Try to appeal to his old training (difficult training)
D) Try to use your mental powers (tricky intelligence)
E) Anons suggest

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 03:23:25 d4740e No.12527

>>12526

C

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 03:28:41 b8524a No.12528

>>12526
A

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 03:31:51 1d42bd No.12529

>>12526
C

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 03:50:55 f521e4 No.12530

>>12526
B

Loserface 02/24/15 (Tue) 04:09:32 a71092 No.12531

>>12526
C

Narcolep 02/24/15 (Tue) 04:15:51 7c8b9f No.12532

>>12531
>>12529
>>12527
Ok, give me an 80+ training roll, with a -5 penalty for nudity

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 04:16:12 b8524a No.12533

Rolled 74

>>12532
well how bad can this be

Narcolep 02/24/15 (Tue) 04:23:48 7c8b9f No.12534

>>12533
Close, but not quite enough to pull kitty back. Next part in a bit

Narcolep 02/24/15 (Tue) 04:25:06 7c8b9f No.12535

Can someone make a 30+ agility roll real quick?

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 04:26:24 56f4ba No.12536

Rolled 10

>>12535

Help me, RNGesus

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 04:32:25 fbaa15 No.12537

C
Make him smell tha pussy

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 04:33:24 fbaa15 No.12538

We're fuk'd

Narcolep 02/24/15 (Tue) 04:41:00 7c8b9f No.12540

File: 1424752860635.jpg (29.46 KB, 339x480, 113:160, cas.jpg)

69 training rolled, fail

“Siegroy!” you command, snapping your fingers. “Heel!” The cat ignores you completely. It seems he’s totally forgotten his training. The crowd above you jeers at your failure, making you feel very conscious of your nudity again. You’re pulled out of your discomfort, though, by the sight of a grizzled Fell’os stalking towards you. He pads threateningly in your direction, apparently rearing for a re-match of your fight on Egon 4.

12 agility rolled, epic fail!

Suddenly, with a growl, Siegroy jumps at you! You try to pull away from him before he can get close, but you only manage to trip over yourself and fall back on your round ass. The impact causes you to drop your stun baton, causing it to fall across the sand-covered floor of the arena. The crowd boos at you as you shake your head, reeling from the impact. You find yourself lying on your back as Siegroy stalks over to you, his huge paws planted on either side of your legs and his head hovering over your stomach. The Fell’os sniffs, nose hovering over your naked pussy. A small drop of spittle drops from his maw and lands on your labia, causing you to involuntarily shivver. He growls, his veiny cock still bobbing dangerously between his haunches. It seems he’s recognized your scent, and he wants some revenge. You brace your hands against the sand, preparing to quickly move away from him.

A) Get up and out of his range (agility)
B) Kick him in the head to get him away (strength)
C) Stay on the floor and grab for your stun baton (agility)
D) Anons suggest

Jennifer
5/5 HP
2% horniness
-Unarmed
-Naked
-Marked

Siegroy
6/6 HP
25% horniness

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 04:45:25 6e49c8 No.12541

>>12540
B

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 04:46:36 1d42bd No.12542

>>12540
B

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 04:47:00 b8524a No.12543

>>12540
B

Narcolep 02/24/15 (Tue) 04:49:46 7c8b9f No.12544

>>12543
>>12542
>>12541
Ok, make a 40+ strength roll!

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 04:52:31 1d42bd No.12545

Rolled 23

>>12544
Str

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 04:55:27 c7ecb7 No.12546

File: 1424753727712.png (356.59 KB, 639x642, 213:214, Only The Dead Can Know Pea….png)

>>12545

Narcolep 02/24/15 (Tue) 05:13:17 7c8b9f No.12547

File: 1424754796996.jpg (556.59 KB, 800x1130, 80:113, cas.jpg)

24 strength rolled, fail

You lash out with your foot, hitting Siegroy just below the mouth, but it only angers him. The hulking Fell’os lurches forward, planting a paw by your arm and bringing his face level with yours. His smooth tongue lashes out, licking you from your chin to your forehead. You feel one of his paws running down your stomach, the fur of his toes brushing your stomach. The big cat presses his paw against your exposed nethers, pushing directly down on your clit. You yelp, your face flushing bright red as your body shakes against your will, filled with a sudden feeling of sensitivity and pleasure. Siegroy’s thick manhood smacks against your leg as he shakes it side to side. You can feel that it’s already dripping with pre-cum. He takes another step forward, the paw that teased your clit now pressing down on your chest. The purple head of his dick slides up your thigh, leaving a trail of sticky pre as it does.

“Come on, Jen!” you hear Crystal yell. “Pull yourself together and fight back!” The crowd laughs, and several men start tossing insults at you. you hear a few yells of “slut!” and “I knew she was a tramp!”. Things are not going as well as you expected.

A) Wriggle out from under Siegroy and regain your footing (agility)
B) Kick at his dick (strength)
C) Grab his dick and try to tease him (dominance)
D) Ignore Siegroy and reach for your stun baton (agility)
E) Anons suggest

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 05:16:44 529286 No.12548

>>12547
A

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 05:22:13 1d42bd No.12549

>>12547
B

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 05:31:48 56f4ba No.12550

>>12547

C might as well go for the kind of behavior that worked when we tamed him.

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 05:31:59 6e49c8 No.12551

>>12547
A

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 06:39:25 e11b74 No.12555

>>12547
C

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 08:28:53 d1d259 No.12560

>>12547
C

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 10:38:43 6b854d No.12563

>>12547
A

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 12:55:27 b8524a No.12565

>>12547
A

Narcolep 02/24/15 (Tue) 14:20:08 16b33d No.12567

>>12565
>>12563
>>12551
>>12548
Ok, give me a 40+ agility roll

Herpyderp 02/24/15 (Tue) 14:31:54 0228f8 No.12568

Rolled 10

>>12567
Agility

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 14:35:09 b8524a No.12569

>>12568
come on man

Narcolep 02/24/15 (Tue) 15:22:33 16b33d No.12570

File: 1424791352965.jpg (15.3 KB, 300x212, 75:53, cas.jpg)

12 agility rolled, epic fail

You turn yourself over, trying to kick off the sand and escape. You almost make it, before Siegroy’s great paw slams down on the back of your head. Your face and breasts are shoved roughly against the floor as the Fell’os thrusts his hips forward. You can feel his fat cock bounce off your ass and your thighs, missing the mark a few times. You try to wriggle free of him, but only succeed in shaking your butt tantalizingly. The crowd cheers and whistles. “Fuck the whore, kitty!” you hear the Compiler yell from above you.

You’re glad your face is slammed into the ground when you feel the head of his member pressing against your cunt. The copious amounts of natural lubricant you’ve been producing since your stop at the potion shop ease its passage inside you. Your pussy is filled with thick Fell’os dick, causing you to moan into the ground, your body shaking with pleasure and the anticipation of being fucked. Siegroy begins to furiously hump you, his furry haunches slamming into your pillowy rear as his cock penetrates deep inside you. You’ve managed to let your pet turn the tables on you, you realize, as the smell of sex fills the pit.

A) Pull free of Siegroy (agility)
B) Try to reach for your stun baton (agility)
C) Anons suggest

Jennifer
3/5 HP
40% horniness
-Unarmed
-Naked
-Marked

Siegroy
6/6 HP
50% horniness

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 15:26:58 fbaa15 No.12571

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 15:29:26 b8524a No.12572

>>12570
B

Rachnus 02/24/15 (Tue) 15:36:32 7b8146 No.12573

>>12570
B

Narcolep 02/24/15 (Tue) 15:42:43 16b33d No.12575

>>12573
>>12572
>>12571
Alright, give me a 40+ agility roll!

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 15:45:21 b8524a No.12577

Rolled 67

>>12575
agility

Rachnus 02/24/15 (Tue) 15:49:33 7b8146 No.12578

>>12577
Nice, first win of the encounter

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 16:00:08 b17a0b No.12579

>>12570
can we get the option for mind control next post?

Narcolep 02/24/15 (Tue) 16:05:56 16b33d No.12581

File: 1424793956567.jpg (581.02 KB, 850x601, 850:601, cas.jpg)

69 agility rolled, win

Siegroy thrusts into you again, filling you up with his manhood, pushing your inner walls wide open. You moan, your hips bouncing back against him as he fucks you. Your pussy clenches around him, trying to milk him of his seed. You’re so close to submitting and giving in to the pleasure. But before you can, you shake your head, clearing your mind of the fog of sex. You glance over and see your stun baton lying just a few feet away from you.

You reach out, grasping around in the sand for your stun baton. After a few random grabs, you wrap your fingers around the hilt of the baton. The crowd boos, disappointed at your success. You try to twist around to get a better angle to attack the tiger, but you find that you’re firmly impaled on his cock and unable to turn onto your back. Instead, you shift your grip on the baton, managing to angle it backwards at the Fell’os while he humps you.

A) Aim for his head (moderate strength)
B) Air for his torso (strength)
C) Try to threaten him with it (intimidate)
D) Attempt to use your mental powers against him (tricky intelligence)
E) Anons suggest

Jennifer
3/5 HP
60% horniness
-Unarmed
-Naked
-Marked

Siegroy
6/6 HP
60% horniness

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 16:08:32 b8524a No.12582

>>12581
A

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 16:10:34 6b854d No.12583

>>12581
A

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 16:12:40 7b8146 No.12584

>>12581
b

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 16:13:19 1d42bd No.12585

>>12581
B

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 17:27:42 f521e4 No.12586

>>12581
B

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 17:55:33 96878c No.12587

>>12581
W

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 17:56:47 96878c No.12588

>>12581
A

AlphaWanker 02/24/15 (Tue) 18:07:28 56f4ba No.12589

>>12581

A

AlphaWanker 02/25/15 (Wed) 01:22:34 01781e No.12593

>>12581
B

AlphaWanker 02/25/15 (Wed) 02:35:02 bd9048 No.12594

>>12581
A

AlphaWanker 02/25/15 (Wed) 08:04:33 258605 No.12610

>>12581
A

AlphaWanker 02/25/15 (Wed) 11:42:42 894cdb No.12614

AlphaWanker 02/25/15 (Wed) 18:07:43 df6225 No.12622

>>12581
B

Herpyderp 02/25/15 (Wed) 19:20:56 0228f8 No.12625

>>12581
A

Narcolep 02/26/15 (Thu) 18:26:51 16b33d No.12705

Ok, A it is! Make a 55+ strength roll!

AlphaWanker 02/26/15 (Thu) 18:30:47 529286 No.12706

Rolled 36

>>12705
im gonna regret this

AlphaWanker 02/26/15 (Thu) 19:03:50 16b33d No.12715

>>12706
That's a fail! Make a 60+ pleasure resist roll!

AlphaWanker 02/26/15 (Thu) 19:14:42 bd9048 No.12716

Rolled 86

>>12715
Resistance is futile

Narcolep 02/26/15 (Thu) 19:25:07 16b33d No.12717

File: 1424978707260.jpg (29.28 KB, 325x480, 65:96, cas.jpg)

37 strength rolled, fail

You spin your baton around, slashing back behind you at the Fell’os. The sparking tip comes within centimetres of grazing Siegroy’s belly, but it misses, embedding itself in the sand of the arena instead. You grit your teeth in frustration, trying to tug the baton out and make another attack. Before you can, one of Siegroy’s huge front paws slams down on your arm, pinning it to the ground. He roars loudly as he thrusts deeper inside you, ravaging your helpless pussy as he makes you his slave. You rock your hips back into him, your cunt hungrily devouring his cock to the hilt. You can feel his furry balls bouncing against your nether lips, as he stretches your inner walls, all the way up to your womb. You pant loudly, your lips wettened by the drool gathering in your mouth as that delicious Fell’os cock fills you up. The rough fucking feels so perfect. Your face is flushed red with embarrassment, but in the back of your mind, you start to feel as if this is your natural state, submitting to the wills of a mighty beast.

“Want me to just leave you down there?” calls the Compiler from the edge of the pit. “You look comfortable.” The crowd whistles and cheers. A few of the men around the edge have their dicks out, and have begun to furiously masterbate.

86 resist rolled, epic win!

You grit your teeth. “Why don’t you come down instead!?” you yell back, not letting your compromising situation get the better of you. “I bet you’re the kind of slut who does this for fun!” She frowns, falling silent. At least your head feels clear now.

A) Make a bid at breaking free (tricky agility)
B) Pull your baton free and stab at Siegroy (tricky strength)
C) Try to take control with your mental powers (epic intelligence)
D) Anons suggest

Jennifer
1/5 HP
50% horniness
-Unarmed
-Naked
-Marked

Siegroy
6/6 HP
70% horniness

AlphaWanker 02/26/15 (Thu) 19:26:28 df6225 No.12718

>>12717
B

AlphaWanker 02/26/15 (Thu) 19:28:24 bd9048 No.12719

>>12717
C
I can feel it guys, that epic is calling us.

also whats with all these pictures for ants.

AlphaWanker 02/26/15 (Thu) 19:30:06 529286 No.12722

>>12717
D) Push him over and get on top trying to take control?

AlphaWanker 02/26/15 (Thu) 19:38:30 56f4ba No.12724

>>12717

A

AlphaWanker 02/26/15 (Thu) 19:44:27 f56aef No.12729

>>12717
C

Rachnus 02/26/15 (Thu) 20:20:47 7b8146 No.12732

>>12717
A

AlphaWanker 02/26/15 (Thu) 20:27:32 b8524a No.12733

>>12717
C

AlphaWanker 02/26/15 (Thu) 20:56:43 5e6cc3 No.12736

>>12717
B

AlphaWanker 02/27/15 (Fri) 06:22:16 c79178 No.12789

>>12717
C

AlphaWanker 02/27/15 (Fri) 11:46:06 6b854d No.12800

>>12717
B

AlphaWanker 02/27/15 (Fri) 17:29:53 16b33d No.12810

C it is! Make an 85+ intelligence roll!

Narcolep 02/27/15 (Fri) 17:30:21 16b33d No.12811

>>12810
This is OP, btw

AlphaWanker 02/27/15 (Fri) 17:45:55 494667 No.12812

Rolled 51

>>12810
Int

AlphaWanker 02/27/15 (Fri) 17:48:35 494667 No.12813

And you need to stop always voting for the toughest roll

Narcolep 02/27/15 (Fri) 19:06:44 16b33d No.12823

File: 1425064003894.jpg (788.27 KB, 1202x850, 601:425, cas.jpg)

52 intelligence rolled, fail!

You try to clear your mind, focusing your consciousness in an effort to penetrate the Fell’os’ brain. You come close to gathering up a mental probe, but the combination of the humiliating fucking you’re receiving and the pleasure filling your body makes it impossible. You groan, your body going limp as the fight drains out of you. Instead of resisting, you spread your legs wider, panting loudly as your feline mate ravishes you. Somewhere in the back of your mind your dignity cries out, but your lust and arousal overpowers it. You pant loudly as Siegroy’s cock pounds you, your hips rocking back and forth with every thrust.

“Oh, fuck, oh yes, god, please, fuck me, make me your slut…” you moan, hearing your voice echo through the pit. It sounds alien to you, like another person is speaking. Deep within you, your desire to submit explodes, your brain flooding with a rush of hormones as you give yourself up to the mighty cat. The sound of his thighs slapping against your plump ass, faster and faster, is overpowered by the mocking shouts of the crowd. You glance upward, to see the mercenaries around the pit furiously jacking off, cocks of all sorts of species angled right at you. You give another long moan, as the sight of them puts you over the edge.

Your orgasm explodes through you like a bomb, shaking you from head to toe as you scream out for all the world to hear. You feel cum splatter across your arm as one of the men above you finishes. A second later, Siegroy roars in triumph. You feel his great member twitch inside you, and then the sensation of his hot, sticky seed fills you, flooding your womb with his semen. The cat pulls himself off you with a wet sucking sound, your ravaged pussy still desperately clinging to his cock. His seed oozes out of you, running down your thighs as you remain on all fours, unable to even move in your ecstasy. Another load of cum lands on your back, and then another. Within seconds, the mercenaries above you are showering your naked body with gallons of their seed. As you struggle, and fail, to climb your feet, it begins to shower on your tits and stomach, a few drops splashing on your face. It covers your hair, your breasts, your back, and your ass, soaking you in a white glaze of semen. You look up at the Compiler, who’s grinning devilishly down at you. Overwhelmed by the orgasm still rushing through you, you feel yourself blacking out.

Narcolep 02/27/15 (Fri) 19:07:07 16b33d No.12824

File: 1425064027477.jpeg (8.63 KB, 480x356, 120:89, cas.jpeg)

When you wake up, you’re lying on the floor in front of the Compiler’s chair. The cum has been washed off you, your body still feels wet from whatever sort of shower they gave you. You can feel a tingling in your nipples. You’re almost afraid to look, but you force yourself to glance down at your naked breasts. Both your nipples have been pierced with small silver bars. Your jaw drops, as your hands instinctively go to your new piercings, feeling them. At even a slight touch, they send a jolt of pleasure through you. The piercings must somehow be enhancing the feeling in your tits!

New mark: nipple piercings! Your breasts are now more sensitive!

“Well, you’re awake then.” You look up to see the Compiler looking down at you, a bemused expression on her face. Crystal is sitting on a chair next to her, freed from her bondage. The blue girl gives you a sympathetic look.

“Did you… pierce me?” you ask, embarrassed.

“Yeah. Call it a trophy.” she says, laughing. “We haven’t had entertainment that hot since my land squid died. Anyway, you wanted to make a deal with me, or something? What exactly do you have that you could trade me?”

A) Offer to help her bring down the Orcans plotting against her
B) Try to convince her you need the tablet to save the galaxy (phenomenal charisma)
C) Offer her own of your companions as a trade (tricky charisma, could have huge repercussions)
D) Forget making a deal, and go tell the Orcans you’ve found her hideout
E) Anons suggest