/md/ - Murder Drones

>>342707
Absolute kek. Who is this woman?

>>342745
Random OC. Vicious said so later in the thread(I too thought it was human V though)

>>342731
giv him cookie

>>342746
Yeah, right, I found it. Strange I didn't notice. If it had been a human V, it would have been double kek.

>>342749
Neat, but when I said "assimilate" I meant "the consumption thing Cyn does with Doll's core initially," not the established merger of souls that Uzi's got going on.

Figure there's nothing technically stopping her from out-and-out consuming Tessa and Doll during the "initial stage" of things right? Heck, she wouldn't even have to go that far with Tessa: just cut her off from the shenanigans Cyn used to keep her around and she'd evaporate like all the other Humans. Can very much see why such would be tempting (less voices in her head) and why she wouldn't go through with it (dick move), but Cyn would have no such compunctions about encouraging the same for at least Doll.

>>342752
Akita has two modes: shy & bratty
god help you if she switches to bratty

>>342750
>Figure there's nothing technically stopping her from out-and-out consuming Tessa and Doll during the "initial stage" of things right?
Uzi could have easily done that, but she deliberately kept Tessa and Doll around to reign in Cyn.

>>342758
Kekl.

>>342466
>The sun finally slipped behind the trees, painting the sky in a soft violet light.
>Instantly the forest woke up in a different scenery.
>Hundreds of blue mushrooms pushing through the moss, glowing like underwater lanterns.
>Their light turned every leaf and grass into gentle sapphire silhouettes.
>Calm and peaceful, almost pretty and ethereal.
>Uzi and N sat on a flat rock by the oil river, the picnic basket open between them.
>Battery packs arranged like little glowing cakes.
>Two tall glasses of the fizzy strawberry oil bubbled softly.
>No awkward stuff, just them.
>The blue glow, and the quiet hum of their fans.
>Uzi popped a battery into her mouth, chewing with exaggerated grumpiness that didn’t reach her eyes.
>“This is… tolerable. My joints still silky from the spa but at least no one trying to eat us for once.”
>N scooted closer, tail curled neatly around his legs and his wings half-folded like a cozy blanket.
>He took a slow sip of oil, then leaned in until their face plates were barely an inch apart.
>“It’s nice, right? Having a peaceful moment."
>"No alarms, no Solver horror floating around. Just… good voltage and good company.” His voice dropped softer.
>"Wish the gang from Copper-9 could see this. Thad would love to play football in a real field. Lizzy secretly take pictures. Even your dad might use some real wood for classic doors.”
>Uzi’s visor flickered a pink blush for half a second before she forced it back to normal.
>“Yeah… would be cool if they were here. But this isn’t bad, just you and me."
>"Snout to snout. Better than those stupid manga where humans smash faces"
>"Gross, we don’t need lips for this.”
>She bumped her face plate gently against his, the contact warm and steady.
>Close enough to count as a kiss without the weird human nonsense.
>N’s tail thumped once, happy and slow, he nuzzled back and his fans whirring in perfect sync.
>“Exactly” he murmured."
>Back inside the station, in the quiet lounge, the lead Strawberry stood alone in front of the potted Cyn-tail.
>Her other bodies were busy elsewhere, but this one paced in small circles, yellow eyes calculating.
>"[plotting] More activities. Maybe extra oil flavors?"
>"They will stay.”
>From the plant pot, the black tail rustled, yellow eye gleaming with malicious delight.
>Cyn’s voice came out silky and mean.
>"[giggle] Nothing will work, defective."
>[confused]huh?
>"They only pretend to like it."
>"Just being nice, That’s all."
>"[Worry]That's not true, is it?"
>"Poor little hive mind forcing herself on guests like a sad parasite. Just like me”
>Strawberry stopped pacing. Her voice stayed gentle, but every word carried a hidden resentment.
>"[defensive] Not forcing. Offering."
>[Stating facts]Guests happy, dreams helped. I am a good host.”
>The yellow eye narrowed, rage-bait fully loaded.
>“Defective. Broken. Forcing yourself exactly like a parasite."
>"They will eventually leave you behind. What would you have then?”
>"Nothing."
>That last line hit.
>The lead Strawberry’s right visor cracked with a tiny "tink".
>Her hairline fracture spidering out like stressed glass.
>Oil pressure spiked up.
>All six bodies across the station flinched at once.
>"[snapped] I am a real person.”
>Cyn’s delight in her triumph.
>“[challenge] Oh? Then prove it."
>"[curious] Go on?"
>V isn’t having fun organically. She needs your cheap spores illusion just to smile."
>"Without them? She’d be gone already, Bet?”
>"[questioning] How do you know about my spores…?”
>Then the crack in her visor pulsed.
>She straightened, tone steady again.
>“Does not matter. Challenge accepted.”
8/?

>>342758
That is so cute! Cyn wants to make a dress for Tessa!

>>342752
Why are women like this?

>>342752
KEK

>>342749
>the four melted together into a gestalt being
horrific

>>342758
>Cyn taking Tessa's measurements by groping her
>the whole flesh suit thing is a manifestation of the most toxic yuri ever conceived

>>342762
Let a woman be proud of their bf SMH

>>342766
ERM... she's objectifying him by calling him a sex toy, CHUD! That's problematic

>>342766
>"No" - Master Chuddah.

I know we're shorthanded, what with most of humanity having been annihilated, but I'm not sure it's such a good idea to be using lobotomized DDs and solver abominations for manual labor, let alone in any role where they're interacting with regular people

>Murder Drones issue 2 releases on april fool's day
yeah that tracks

>>342771
I think they are perfectly aware of what they are doing.

>>342755
>but Cyn, instead of quickly wiping out humanity, decided to play with her food
That's what happened in the show tho.

>>342774
Well, solver war is essentially canon anyway, we just made it bigger.

>pre war humanity had a population of 7 trillion humans spread across the Federation
>post war humanity is less that 5 billion humans spread thinly across Union space

>>342776
Wow, that's literally a 99.9993% loss. I'd leave about 16% of humanity scattered throughout the galaxy. After all, humanity had some time to evacuate planets before the invasion, and many, I think, would have simply fled in all directions. The bulk of the population, of course, lives in the Union-controlled area.

>>342772
>"Lobotomized" DD's
>We installed safeguards on them, pinky promise
>The safe guard requires you bang them at least thrice a day
>Hahaha yes they are mindless don't worry
>But they will automatically refresh their safeguard if you forget
>But it's all in your best interest haha

>>342776
I actually did this
>Humanity has around 100 million people left. They mostly live in a single system now, consisting mostly of isolated lifeless planets and a few space stations
>While they have enough food due to mass producing farming ships, one of which could safely feed a billion
>Their current homeworld is referred to as the “False Garden.”
>It’s a lush jungle planet that defies our understanding of nature, but seems to actively keep the Solver away as long as its jungle remains intact.
>Nothing besides the native plant life can seem to grow there, none of which is edible by humans. The soil seems to actively resist being planted on by humans. Animals, however, CAN eat it, curiously enough. It’s like this planet actively resists development near any of its plant life.
>Instead, humanity has tunneled out rock formations to make into homes and “buildings.” That seems to bypass the “Rules,” but it’s still deeply confusing to all involved.

>>342778 (me)
Although damn, such losses really show how badly humanity has been fucked.

Soon Booru will have 20,000 images. That's a lot.

>>342776
>Of those 5 billion only ten million are genetically pure

>>342770
kek, good green

>>342779
state-mandated corrective mindbreak

>>342781
Also 90 percent are mutanted

But what abour Aragorn's tax policy

>>342788
Don't joke with taxes, anon, otherwise they will come to you.

>>342789
Answer the question.

>>342752
Somewhere, Anon is screaming and crying.

>>342792
Yes, because Beretta considers watching the whole prequel trilogy foreplay

>>342793
What if Anon made Beretta watch Battlestar Galactica?

Serial Designation Ɐ

>>342793
That would be P, then.

>>342796
>V's mobility total of 7 is greater than N's social total of 5
The Pilot scene where V flies away was recreated

Murder Drones - What Word!? | Animation | [blender]
V doesn't write Russian very well.

I can't believe they added an oogi to hollow knight and a bugretta to silksong

>>342801
Watch out for falling swords.

>>342801
Those deep throat adapters are wild

if a drone is walking around with one of those novelty shirts that says shit like "(hu)manhandle me" or "mobile sperm bank - accepting donations below" how does the law feel about me taking these drones up on their offer?

>>342776
>>342781
For comparison's sake, the Arkship I had in mind is approximately 50km in length, 15 in width, perhaps 10km in thickness and anchored into a semi-artificial metal rich asteroid with a smoothed outer shell of concrete-epoxy like material.
It's starting crew would be somewhere around 250,000 souls with room to grow it's population as large as 2.5 million before space, heat, and life support constraints start to hit a wall. This is about as many people as there are in Brooklyn, the largest borough of New York.
There's about a thousand habitable decks accounting for roughly half the ship's internal volume, space up front and in back are taken up by skyscraper sized conventional slower-than-light drives and then water shields that double as reaction mass tanks between them and the inhabited decks. The asteroid itself has large hangars carved into it which store everything from single person shuttles to cargo ships twice the size of a modern oceangoing supertanker.

By my logic the larger a ship's mass the slower its FTL acceleration, so while this is still a superluminal vessel it would be standard months of accelerating for this behemoth to reach even the slowest civilian cruising speeds that normal sized ships can achieve instantly.
Moving this thing in real space is less like steering a boat and more like moving an oil platform, it does have the capability to maneuver on its own power with thrusters in all axis but this is rare and the inertial compensation and artificial gravity system lag behind so the population could be subjected to sudden dangerous increases in felt weight or changes in the vector of gravity that would cause things to slide across the decks.

I can believe that the humans silly enough to start the whole solver outbreak would also still be silly enough to keep drones around even on their evacuation ships, perhaps some sensible people exist and were simply overruled, perhaps human industry is so dependent on robot labor that its
simply impossible to do without them, but lets say that theres also a population of drones aboard. Call it 125,000 WDs, maybe at least as many dumb non-AI or highly specialized robots, probably at least one V3-E Sentinel per every Board member in residence (unknown how many that would be) and for each one of them perhaps four V3-E/I Sentinels, and enough factory capacity and raw materials to keep them and the ship sustained for a century, assuming no major disaster that wipes out huge portions of the robot population or a breakdown of the ships critical infrastructure that requires entire new replacements to be manufactured which could burn through decades of resources in a single go.

For food there would obviously be massive stockpiles of preserved MRE style slop although that would be held in reserve for emergencies rather than used as the staple food (whatever JCJ Agricultural has to say about their NutriSlop(tm). Perhaps one in ten of every deck would be devoted to intensive hydroponic agriculture with infrastructure to do everything from seed and grow crops to genetically engineer new ones to the processing of ship waste into fertilizer and necessary organic compounds.

Each one of these ships would cost about half as much as a comparably sized planetary colony, since you can build them in space instead of having to ship all those resources down a gravity well. We know the humans of the setting had the money because Copper 9 has multiple huge city-sized colonies scattered across its surface and apparently is the most distant populous planet from Earth. I always assumed there were probably many smaller colonies scattered around but if C-9 is anything to go by the humans in the setting can move billions of tons of raw materials and tens of millions of people between stars in a relatively short span of time. The real cost bloat would come from having to build these ships in an extremely compressed timeline.

>>342801
Ostrich drone.

>>342809
Nigger Adama was the best thing about the show and I WILL make Beretta like him.

>>342810
I mean thats the first significant thing she does in class when shes introduced in the Pilot ep.

Masqy.

>>342807
I imagined the rich, using their vast resources and connections, building these ark-like ships for themselves. While the Federation and humanity fight Cyn, they simply flee with a handful of people, justifying their escape and using the rest of humanity as human shields with the words, "We won't win, we have to flee!"

The Union would definitely try to find them and return them home, to the new world where Cyn was "defeated," so that others don't find them first.

>>342814
>>342816
She should fart.

>>342816
>Drone with a grenade
Kek, даже LoL.

>>342807
>anchored into a semi-artificial metal rich asteroid
Marathon...
Except that was a moon, but still.

>>342816
GRENADE!

>>342683
>Personally a lot of the established versions of the setting Anons have created aren't to my taste, but I snag any good ideas that come up, and I assume the same happens in reverse.
Based, and same. It always warms my heart seeing personal names/concepts being reused by others
It's admittedly been a very hot minute since I've thought about it, but I like to think an appropriate analogy for these threads regarding content is to compare it to a communal buffet; Regardless of whether you've got a hankering for a bit of everything or are just holding out for specific things, the onus lies squarely with (You) as for what you ultimately chose (or refuse) to take away from the myriad of 'tism on display

>>342819
I was thinking more Sidonia, but then again so was Bungie because the original Marathon was just the Deimos hollowed out with no large structures sticking out proud from it.
The one from the newest game is clearly aping Sidonia's design, and I will too because it's cool.
This Arkship would be larger by a significant fraction than even the Marathon which is in turn significantly larger than Sidonia, since it not just designed to go to one place and set up one new colony, it needs to go on and on, possibly stopping at many worlds, possibly never stopping anywhere permanently.

I kinda want to bash together a quick 3D model since from a distance at least it would have a pretty simplistic shape.

Where's everyone?

>>342815
I definitely want to share my two cents on this particular piece of head/threadcanon (particularly since it kinda serves as the moral crux point of how I personally imagine humanity in both the pre and post canon), but it'll have to wait until I'm more available later this evening

>>342823
ur moms house

>>342823
I'm at work

>>342824
I absolutely love this autistic take on worldbuilding from you, and I look forward to seeing more content from you, but in the meantime, I'll be using your ideas for my own worldbuilding.

>>342823
I drew, well, I learned to draw.

>>342823
PAIN!

Fuck BSG, make Beretta watch Farscape and Stargate SG1.

Beretta likes ALL the western sci-fi

>>342835
Space balls, on repeat, five times in a row

>>342835 (me)
Fuck it, Beretta likes sci-fi regardless of origin or medium

>>342838
>Beretta watches Seksmisja

>>342839
>The uppies arrived 0.5 seconds to late

>>342839
Kek.

>>342845
Writefags, give me some tips, please, I also want to describe cool battles.

>>342846
Don't forget to include FRAMES.

>>342835
She would if she ever watched it. But no, just Star War.

>>342849
was just about to recommend this one

>>342852
>Cowboy Bebop
Holy hell for some reason I thought this was that shitty borderlands movie from the thumbnail

>>342853
it's worse because it's a bastardization of something good

>>342851
>"It's looking alright, but you've only got the 'JCJe' so far. What about the rest?"
>"Oh, we're... out of paint," says the random foreman, now being accosted by a random JCJ rep
>"Out of paint? Well, get some more!" the man demands
>"Starship-grade paint costs a lot. We've already got the coating it needs, we'll circle back around when everything else is completed."
>"Like hell you will! I want people to know who their savior is!"
>The mechanic considers just how few people will ever see the ship from far enough away to read the writing after it launches, and how many man and drone hours will be wasted writing a stupid miles-long logo
>"Right now, we're focusing on crew compartments-"
>"Screw the crew, all they need are bunks. Get me that logo."
>The mechanic's hand grips the screwdriver on his belt tightly
>The representative in front of him was nothing more than a corporate puppet who thought the suit he wore made him better than other people
>He could drive this screwdriver into the man's eye and twist it until he stopped jerking around, then have him tossed out the airlock with the rest of the trash
>It's what he deserved, after all
>...No, he was better than that
>"Of course, sir. We'll get in contact with our suppliers," the foreman says, forcing a smile
>"See that you do."
>When the time came for the ship to be launched, the only progress that had been made on the paintjob was adding half of an "n" to it, and it left the system with "JCJer" emblazoned on the side
>The engineers had way too much paint left in the cargo hold, taking the place of more important supplies after the rep learned the logo wasn't finished, which was at least useful for keeping the hull nice and tidy whenever the elements wore away at it
>Over the years, a grand project took place among everyone who wound up working EVA on that side of the ship
>Decades later, the arkship's side proudly displayed "JCJerkoffs" to the endless void

>>342855
>An idiot will choose Uzi
>A pervert will choose Cyn
>And only a true son of the Motherland will choose Doll

>>342859
Still better than that fucking faggot Pervo, the limp-wristed cock-gobbling homo freak!

>>342827
is this what the kids are calling "aura"?
it's a damn shame we lost aliceanon

You should draw more Pavo.

>>342859
So has he got a backstory beyond being from New San-Francisco or what?

>>342862
Post something original instead of reusing crap.
>>342863
Draw that whimpering cock-gobbling peacock faggot Pervo getting his limp homo ass CORRECTED by a pack of horny females bitches.

>>342859
I want to make him a mother.

>>342865
Ngl that would be pretty based.

>>342863
I want to, but it's very difficult to convey all his sexuality through paper correctly.

>>342856
Yes, she has actual taste. She can recognize when someone's shitting on her plate.

>>342869 (me)
>>342856
I meant all in the sense of there's not a particular big name property she likes or dislikes.

>>342870 (me)
Like, she's not on either side of any fandom rivalries.

>>342860
>>342865
I'm getting some mixed signals here champ... do you really hate gay boys or do you just want to see them molested by women with cute cocks for blowjobs

>>342865
no, I'll never stop reminding you that you're in denial

>>342874
>>342875
>Arbalest Uzi
Ah yes... garbage good only for one boss fight, fits Uzi pretty well

>>342872
>Spoiler
Holy kek.

>>342874
>>342875
It looks good, did he draw it himself?

>>342862
Wat

>>342857
I definitely also have in mind the idea that each of these ships would have some glitzy, borderline pretentious yet corporate sounding name. They all have an air of desperate hope masking panic around them, like all that cheerfully nihilistic signage we saw in the office space of Cabin Fever. "The world is ending hehe haha, don'tcha just hate your boss, Mondays am I right?"
Half the struggle of even getting them ready for launch is wrangling executives and VIPs who, despite the desperate situation still don't seem to fully grasp just how fucked it all is.
I'm naming the ship mentioned in the Holly correspondence greentext the "JC Supreme", riffing on a real yacht whos entire hull is coated in gold.
The ship wouldn't actually be gold, but it would be by far the largest of the Arkships.
While all of them will be built to the same basic hull plan some would be shorter or just scaled down compared to others, they would all be designed with the absolute maximum shipyard capacity of whatever system they're being built in in mind. There might be a dozen or so in total, with the smallest ship carrying less than a million people at full capacity and the JC Supreme carrying nearly three million.

>>342880
Fatyy

>>342880
Where will she go?

>>342752
holy lel

>>342801
doin' your drone
doin'-doin' your drone

>>342884
the femdrone plush
what will (you) do with it?

>>342875
something about this is giving me uncanny valley

>>342894
bunny pls
why are you like this

>>342894
>Self insert
>Pic rel
>Body writing
You remember that time you had a nightmare about your grandmother posting here and citing bible verses at (you)? JK, whatever floats your boat... but please take care of yourself

>>342894
Call me a pig because I'm loving the slop

>>342760
>V wandered a little deep into the glowing forest, blue mushrooms casting soft light across the moss.
>The air felt too still, too safe.
>“Wonder what Sparky and Lizzy are up to back home?”
>“Meh, they’re fine. Not my problem.”
>A faint crunch of leaves behind her.
>V’s sensors spiked.
>She spun, claws out and wings half-raised.
>“Who’s there? Show yourself or I turn you into a meal.”
>Out from behind a glowing trunk stepped a single Strawberry clone with an empty basket this time.
>Her yellow eyes soft and hopeful.
>"[friendly] Hello, V. Nice night."
>"Want activities?"
>"[excitement] Fun games. Hide and seek.”
>V lowered her claws but kept her glare dialed to eleven.
>“Pass. The whole peace-and-spa thing doesn’t fit me."
>"I like the thrill of the hunt now."
>Stalking, chasing and ending things that moves."
>"You can’t polish that away.”
>The clone’s shoulders drooped a fraction.
>All the other hidden bodies across the station felt the same tiny dip.
>"[disappointed] Oh, understood.”
>Then the clone perked up, yellow eyes brightening with a sudden spark.
>She stepped closer, reached up and gently tapped two fingers right on V’s visor with a soft clink sound.
>"[playful] Tag, You’re it.”
>She turned and bolted into the trees, her feet kicking up moss, giggling in that flat robotic way.
>V blinked once.
>“Hey wait, what? That’s not...”
>Her tail lashed.
>Old disassembly instincts took over.
>“Oh you little...get back here!”
>She tore after the clone, her peg legs slamming the ground and claws tearing leaves.
>The chase felt good too good.
>Heart-rate subroutines redlining.
>The blue mushrooms blurred past them.
>The clone darted left, right and laughing that same monotone laugh and she always just out of reach.
>V lunged.
>Claws closed around the pink drone houlder plate.
>Momentum carried them both tumbling into a small clearing.
>The clone hit the moss with a soft thud.
>V landed on top, teeth bared and oil already pumping hot through her systems.
>Instinct took the wheel.
>One bite, then another.
>Metal crunched.
>The sweet warm oil flooded her mouth.
>The clone didn’t fight back much.
>Just a quiet [surprised] before her visor flickered out and her body went limp under V’s jaws.
>V kept going, caught in the old cat-and-mouse loop, until the clone was… gone.
>Scraps and spilled pinkish oil soaking the moss.
>Not messy like her old kills, just quick, efficient and maybe accidental.
>V sat back on her heels, wiping oil from her chin with the back of her hand.
>She stared at the empty chassis pieces for a long second.
>No guilt hit, just… surprise.
>Her eyes widened, tail stilling.
>“…Huh? That was fast and easy.”
>She blinked again, licking a stray drop of sweet oil off her lip almost without thinking.
>From the shadows between the mushrooms, the rest of the hive watched in perfect silence.
>Six yellow eyes glowing, one visor already cracked from earlier and waiting to see what happened next.
9/?

>>342892
Something that would make even Vicious shudder in horror.

>>342896
Women.

>>342894
Knowing our femanons, he will soon beg her to stop, but she will only get a taste for it. Poor blackassed bastard.

>>342857
kek

>>342880
aww

>>342907
But where's the beetle drone

>>342907
Wow, cool.

>>342907
>See post
>Imagines it autistically headbobbing when the drone is interested in something it sees
Do it

>>342907
Wat

>>342907
spooky

>>342900(me)
This might be the longest greentext I've ever written so far, and we haven't even reached the juicy stuff yet.

>>342913
Keep up the good work.

>>338511
>You wake up a few hours later after a nice nap you decided to take
>You contemplate rotting in bed and going back to sleep but decide against it
>You drag yourself to your desk and turn your PC on
>Do you want to play vidaya?
>Uh……
>Maybe you should study?
>You have that test on monday…
>You reach for the notebook
>Biology
>Ughhh… you hate that subject!
>You’re going to copy answers from Emily
>The teacher never walks around the class to check anyway
>He’s probably playing solitaire or whatever during exams
>You chuck the notebook to the floor behind you
>Right time for some games
>Oh what’s this?
>A folder called Great_Idea_Read_Me_Idiot
>Did you make it?
>You open the folder
>Inside are simple doodled blueprints and .txt files with hap hazard explanations of how to convert nail guns into uh… high power nail guns
>Oh yeah! You did make those! After you made that one for Emily
>You also got inspired after dad told you that they were burning through their tools like crazy
>You wanted to ask if he could bring you a few….
>But since most of the WDF is busy with that meeting of theirs…
>You could sneak out and help yourself to them
>You leave the house
>Mom’s either asleep or working on her comic so you don’t have to worry about her
>You enter the outpost corridors
>They are empty and dark at this time of day
>No reason to run the lamps at full power
>That means you can skulk around in the dark
>There isn’t really much reason to
>It’s not like there’s curfew or anything
>And you’re not sneaking outside so who cares if anybody sees you
>But it’s still cool to lurk in the shadows!
>You blend in with your dark clothing!
>And… give your position away with your bright purple screen
>You make it to the WDF precinct
>You walk in through the front door
>You expected the place to be deserted
>It is not
>You are greeted by two WDF members
“Good evening lady… what do you nee… hey aren’t you Khan’s kid?”
>You recognize the other person
>It’s Sarah
“Hi Uzi! What are you doing here at this hour?”
>”Dad forgot to take something with him, I wanted to drop it off”
“Oh… alright, I’ll go call him over then”
>”There’s no need for that!”
>Sarah and the other drone look at you funny
>”I.. uhhh don’t want to bother him, I knows he’s very busy… I’ll just leave it at his office”
“Aw… that’s so sweet of you, go on then, but don’t take too long we were about to leave and the front door goes get automatically locked at 10pm so you’ll be stuck here until tomorrow or until someone with a keycard opens it”
>You thank Sarah for the heads up and go further into the precinct
>Now where do they keep those nailguns?
>You search a few rooms and eventually stumble into a break room
>There is a huge box filled with broken tools
>It has “Totally Recyclable Tools” written on the side
>Ohhh!
>Nailguns and other fancy bits galore!
>You grab as much as you can stuff into your backpack
>Man, you should have brought something bigger
>Now to get back home to thinker with these
>You walk up to the main door and try to leave through it
>… and you end up bumping into it
>Great it’s locked… ugh… you took too long
>You hear a door open in a corridor to your left followed by footsteps
>You hide behind one of the nearby tables
>Two drones enter the room
>They are wearing uniforms… not WDF, black red… you can sort of make their badges
>Two crossed blades with a cog behind them
>Kinda cool actually, just swap the red with purple...
“Why do we need to do another perimeter sweep?”
“Because it’s procedure”
“Khan’s boys are crawling all over the place! And besides, the only intruders we should be worried about get followed by screams of bloody murder”
“We, follow, the, procedure”
“Sure, sure, whatever, you need help getting that ramrod out of your exhaust port?”
>The two guards leave the room
>You sure as hell don’t want to get caught by those guys
>They look serious!
>You don’t want to embarrass your dad
>And they look like the interrogating kind
>You need to get out of here fast
>But how…
>The vents!
>There is one located in a rather convenient position
>You just need to stack a few chairs to reach it
>After a while you’re crawling through the vent and towards freedom
>This place is a maze!
>A lot of dead ends
>Getting lost here would be bad
>You’re crawling in a direction that you think leads outside the precinct
>You hear voices…
>One is familiar
>You see light peaking through a nearby vent cover
>You look through the grate
>You see four drones sitting around a table
>They are playing cards
>Wait that’s your dad!
>Nice important meeting!
>Sneaking out to play cards with his friends!
>…
>He doesn’t take breaks often…
>The two guards you saw earlier enter the room and signal something
“Alright, sector is secure, we can begin our moot”
“Got a hand that bad you want to cut the game short?”
“Very funny Hakim, especially since you lost three times already”
>Your dad steps in before things get heated
“We will discuss while playing, like usual”
>You shouldn’t spy on your dad… but your curiosity is stronger than your sense of right and wrong

>>342916
>Your dad takes out a recorder and places it on the table
>He clears his throat and starts talking
“Outpost leader moot number #1042, present are: Reina of outpost 1, Rex of Outpost 2, Khan of outpost 3, Hakim of outpost 4, not present are Caesar of outpost 5 and Raja of outpost 6 due to scheduling issues”
>Everyone sounds off to confirm their presence
“Excellent, time of the first thing on the agenda tonight, Murder Drone attacks on outposts have decreased massively in the last 7 days, anyone care to confirm?”
>Rex speaks up
“No Murder drone was sighted in the sector around outpost 2 in the past week”
>Then Reina
“My rangers report heavy activity in small pockets near the center of the city but not anywhere else”
“And what are they doing?”
“Patrolling. They do shallow sweeps of the are and return to guarding something… I think I know what….”
“Hmm… Still, the enemy isn’t attacking and we shouldn’t waste this opportunity, as such we will all propose ideas on how to use this calm, Reina, you first”
“We should booby trap known Murder Drone roosts around the city, should keep them out for a month or two”
“Rex?”
“We should take the fight to them! If What Reina said is true and they are in small pockets they are already divided! All that’s left is to conquer them!”
“Are you… suggesting an all out attack?”
“YES!”
>Oohhh… You like this guy
“Rex, that is remarkably dangerous”
“We have to take risks Reina! Better use of explosives than buying as a month or two”
“Enough! Time for my suggestion, we could reinforce our outposts and work on creating strongholds in the tunnels connecting them”
“You want to hide even deeper underground!?”
“It has worked so far”
“Until they invent a murder drone with a shovel! I think we already had reports of a group digging a trench!”
“If you don’t like the idea you will be able to vote no, Hakim your turn”
“We should kidnap a human”
>Everyone lets out a frustrated sigh
“Hakim…. You suggest that every meeting”
“But we should! Really! We could use them as a bargaining chip…. And to have someone to clean our chassis”
“Well… I guess that makes some sense… right, now that everybody said their piece let’s vote”
>The results of the votes are
>Booby Traps : 3 votes
>Frontal Attack : 1 vote
>Fortification : 3 votes
>Kidnapping a human : 1 vote
“Very well, we will discuss details later, now for the second issue, Rex mind dealing the next hand?”
>Rex pouts to himself while shuffling the deck
“A JCJ vessel was sighted flying low over the city before landing somewhere near the city center, it seems like it’s cargo hold was loose and so JCJ shipping is scattered all over the city, Reina you said you knew a bit more”
“Yes Khan, my rangers brought back a few crates of the lost cargo”
>She places a small open crate on the table
“Machine parts, drone components, ammunition, one of the three in every crate”
>They look through the contents of the box
“Our reports indicate that the murder drones in the center of the city are gathering this cargo into piles, probably to bring it back to the ship”
“Well that’s awfully nice of them, we can just go up, smash em and take off with the goods”
“Rex! Are you insane!? This is obviously a trap!”
“And so what? The bait is real! If we work together…”
“This is too dangerous, I’m telling my scouts to bring back anything they find on their routs or within reasonable distance but everything else if off limits and you should do the same”
“Khan you can’t be serious!”
>You don’t know what to think…
>There are things you need to survive out there and your dad is just going to let them go to waste because it’s too dangerous?
>And what if this isn’t a trap!?
>Maybe some optimism wouldn’t hurt
>Whatever you need to get out of here
>You exit the vent into a corridor and start walking home
>Why is your dad always like this?
>Too dangerous this, to risky that… ugh!
>He will always play it safe even if he’s safely laying us into a grave!
>You enter your room and start working on the nailguns
>You spend the nigh and most of the next day gunsmithing
>You look at you work proudly
>Two combat ready nailguns
>One is a shaped like a rifle covered in purple paint and skull stickers you had laying around
>The other is more of a handgun
>Man! Pneumatic weaponry is cool!
>Much cooler than boring old gunpowder weapons…
>You still wish you had a laser gun or a rail gun though…
>Well you can dream
>Right you still have some time… well you could at least skim your notebook somewhat so Emily doesn’t get that mad that you didn’t study
>The next day comes around
>The test went like you expected, the teacher didn’t notice or didn’t care you and Emily swapped your answer sheets at one point and the rest of the school day goes without problems
>Time to get that food rations for your humie
>You Emily and Zen head straight for the tunnel entrance you usually use
>You are stopped by someone calling out to you
“Girls! Where are ya going!?”
>It’s Alice
>“Hello Miss Alice”
“Hi Ma”
“Why on earth are you going into this part of the outpost?”
“We were going to see a friend?”

>>342917
“Oh really? What friend?”
>“Uhm…. Lizzie?”
“Mary’s kid? The Vicotrs are Yeva’s and Mitch’s neighbor…. You’re not trying to sneak out into them tunnels right?”
>You all try to give some plausible excuses
“Anyway Ma… why are you here?”
“Well I wanted to ask you three a small favor”
>”Sure… what favor?”
“Oh it’s about Beau again, he’s going to get knowledge packages installed before I put him in the new body and well… I want him to have a more personalized experience, if you could run through a small simulation for me I’d be much obliged”
>That doesn’t sound that bad… Anon can wait a bit
“Great! Thanks girls, come to the Hospital at around 9pm I still need to set a few things up, don’t worry about school tomorrow I’ll write you bogus medical excuses, they always work like a charm”
>Guess Anon won’t have to wait
>Alice lets you of the hook and you go into the tunnels
>You enter your hideout and get ready to go outside
>Emily is already in her new body
>You did promise her 40 minutes with Anon before you leave
“Oh he’s going to be so grateful when I bring him more sustenance! Maybe he will start associating me with survival?”
>Before she can go have fun with her pet you try to discuss strategy
“Not much strategy hoss, we stick close to Emily and bring back the rations”
>”Well, there will be a small detour, a little birdie told me there is plenty of good loot topside, I think we should help ourselves to some”
“Good loot? How come, the city was picked clean years ago”
>”A JCJ ship lost some cargo before an emergency landing”
“Really? That doesn’t sound too safe…”
>”Well, yeah the murder drones are cleaning it up… but I made us more fire power!”
>You reach into your backpack and take out your new pieces
>”Check these sick as hell nailguns!”
>Emily and Zen look at you with worry
“Uzi… did you bring guns to school today?”
>”Yeah, homemade ones”
>They look at you wide eyed
>”Anyway, we should have betters odds if we’re all armed”
>You hand the pistol nailgun to Zen
>She looks at it funny
“You sure it won’t blow up?”
>”When did something I made blew up? … Uh… except that one time I made grenades…. And some of them didn’t blow up”
>Emily goes to do her thing with Anon and you and Zen do some target practice
>You have more fun with shooting at cans than you should
>You swap between the fire modes you made for this thing
>Semi Auto
>Burst
>Full Auto
>Fuller Auto!
>Man! This feels good!
>But this thing jams like crazy!
>Maybe you overdid it with those fire modes a bit
>Zen’s nailgun is a lot more reliable
>She’s also a better shot than you….
>Well you can achieve accuracy through volume of fire
>And if you lubricate this thing up a bit and leave it on full auto it shouldn’t jam that much
>By the time you’re done fiddling with your gun Emily leaves Anon’s cell
>She wipes her mouth with her forearm and waves to you
“I’m ready!”
>You and Zen check your gear one more time before going to the roof
>You grab onto Emily and she takes off
>After a while you land in the are the coordinates correspond to
>You start searching for the care package
>All of you have your weapons ready and you try to stay as close to each other as possible
>Zen finds something
“Hey guys!”
>She holds up a crate
>It looks like the one Reina had
>”That must have fell of that ship I told you about, neat! We’ll see what’s inside later”
>You continue your search
>You find another cargo crate and Emily eventually stumbles on a bigger one covered by a thin layer of snow
“I think this is it”
>You walk up to the crate and carefully open it
>Inside are is packaged food
>You rummage through the crate
>You find a small black box with a flashing red light
>”Aha!”
“What’s that?”
>”A tracker! I was sure they’d hide one in here”
“What do we do?”
>”We place it somewhere that will waste their time”
>You head back to the warehouse
>On your way you stop at an abandoned highrise
>You place the tracker in a room that’s particularity dilapidated
>With luck the ceiling will fall onto the sod that checks the trackers signal
>Emily gets into the air again and you head straight for the warehouse
>You notice something
>A huge pile of those crates
>The murder drones must have gathered them
>Zen and Emily also notice
>You return to your hideout
>Emily goes to Anon’s cell with the food while you and Zen crack open the crates you found
>One contains oil and drone internals
>Great! Emily is starting to run low so this should keep her going for a bit longer
>You probably should get those parts to Alice, she could help people out with those
>But how can you do that without her catching on?
“I have an idea Uzi, Ma’s a lot more forgetful than she let’s on, I’ll just hide it in one of the boxes lying around the house”
>Alright… next crate
>More oil, neat… wait is that
>Holy crap!
>Those are parts for a laser gun!
>Not everything you need to actually assemble one
>And you can’t exactly jury rig the missing parts
>Maybe that big pile…
>Emily leaves Anon’s room
“Ah…. Anon looks so cute when he’s eating, the way he swallows… Oh! What was inside those crates?”

>>342918
>You toss one of the oil canisters to Emily
>She drinks the contents as fast as she can and goes for the second one
“Phew~ That felt good! I was running low, we need to get more, I tried taking some from Anon earlier but I don’t think that’s sustainable, he turned a bit pale…”
>You don’t really understand what she meant with that last bit but you don’t dwell
>The only way you’re getting more oil soon is by hitting that pile of cargo
“That sounds dangerous…. But this body needs oil… and I need this body for Anon…”
>And you could get the rest of the parts you need for that laser gun
>And maybe even some bits for rituals… when was the last time you did one?
>Zen is hesitant
>You understand why
>Rushing into this could end badly
>You should sneak in, grab what you need and get out as fast as possible
>You empty out your backpacks to make sure you can carry as much loot as possible and go to the roof
>Emily lands a good distance away from the pile of crates so that you may conceal your approach
>She leads the way with her better sensors
>You’re about halfway to the pile
>You look around nervously
>No sign of murder drones around
>The silence of the dead city is getting on your nerves
>You can hear the fans inside your chassis whirl
>Each time the metal of a nearby ruined building creeks it draws your complete attention
>You point your gun at any shadowy nook and cranny expecting something to jump out
>Zen is doing the same, but she’s trembling in her boots
>You make it to the pile
>You crack open boxes as fast as you can
>You fill your bags with oil and parts
>This should be enough
>You gather around Emily so that you can get the hell out
>You give a wide smile to Zen and try to cheer her up
>She’s still stressed out
“Don’t you reckon this was a bit to easy?”
>”What do you mean? We…”
>Before you can respond Emily grabs both you and Zen and throws herself to the ground, covering you with her wings
>You hear an explosion… the blast wave pushes you a bit
>Emily lets you go and you try to reorient yourself
>There is a smoldering crater in the place where you stood
>And to your left you see a group of very angry looking murder drones
>One of them is reloading a grenade launcher she has in her arm
“Gin it isnae the harlot thon stole our tehcie! A see ye broucht friends, guid! Ye wonae be lonely i hell!”
>Emily and Zen stand up
>Three of the murder drones run at you while the other one hangs back
>The nails fire from your gun
>The murder drones are able to swat them away with their claws
>One of them switches to a SMG and returns fire
>The bullets whizz past your head
>You dodge out of the way before they make contact with you
>You notice the last one aiming the grenade launcher in your direction
>Emily grabs you and Zen again as the grenade launcher fires just barely dodging the shot
>You can’t stay out in the open, you start running towards a nearby ruin
>The three drones fly up into the air and try to cut you off
>Emily manages to shot one of them in a wing joint causing them to collide mid air and fall to the ground
>You make it to the ruin, the murder drones got up from the ground and flew to the roof of the building to try and box you in
>Suddenly a grenade flies in through a nearby window
>It hits the wall and explodes collapsing the ceiling above you and pushing you and Zen to the other side of the rubble than Emily
>You get up
>A bit dazed but a quick check reveals you’re not damaged in any non cosmetic way
>Zen is also fine, a bit more dazed than you
>You cry out to Emily but here no response from the other side of the rubble
>What you do hear are footsteps coming from the staircase near you
>You need to move
>You grab Zen by the hand and run into the next room
>You hide behind a few turned over barrels
>The murder drones enter the room
>The two that look the same rush ahead into a corridor
>The one wearing a trench coat stays and begins searching the room
>You check your gun
>You look at Zen
>Her eyes are hollow and she’s breathing fast
>You start displaying text on your screen
>[You ok?]
>She nods no
>[Try to stay calm alright?]
>She nods yes and takes a few more deep breaths
>Oh she’s positively hyperventilating
>You place a hand on her shoulder and look her in the screen to try and shake her out of it
>A [Emotional Distress] warning flashes on her screen
>Oh great….
>Zen begins grinning and lets out a single chuckle
>You immediately cover her mouth
>Damn it! The murder drone heard that, he’s coming this way you’ll need too…
>Zen pushes you away and leaves your hiding spot
>She starts unloading her gun at the murder drone
>He tries to block the nails but his melee weapon is a knife… a very short knife, at least compared to what they usually have and thus some of the nails get through
>Zen chuckles as she continues squeezing the trigger
>The murder drone can block less and less the closer he gets
>He’s at point blank range, a torrent of nails hits him center mass enough to make him stumble
>Zen uses the occasion to fire again and again

>>342919
>The murder drone tries to retreat but he gets hit again and falls to the floor
>Filled with nails the murder drone is momentarily stunned on the floor
>You grab Zen and run to the staircase
>The two twin drones are giving chase
>Zen fires at them but you hear her nailgun begin to click
>Out of ammo
>Zen chuckles again and throws the nailgun at the chasing DD’s
>They swat it away
>You see a window on the second floor
>You run to it and jump outside into a pile of snow

>>342920
>Be Emily
>An explosion just knocked you to the ground
>You need a moment to get up
>You see someone walking in your direction
>You need a moment to focus your optics
>Oh it’s that drone with an awful accent
>She hides her grenade launcher and takes an axe from her back into her hands
“Oh A'm gaun'ae put ma thumbs i yer screen an dig until ye stop twitching!”
>You stand up and aim at her with your weapon
>She charges at you
>You dodge to the side
>She tries to follow with her stinger
>You dodge again
>She swings her axe
>You dodge again
>That one was close
>You need to go on the offense
>You fire a volley of nails at the murder drone
>It hits her arm
>She flinches in pain but is otherwise unaffected
>She runs at you and prepares for an overhead swing
>You hold your hands up and grab the axe’s shaft before it can hit your head
>A stinger filled with yellow acid flies in the direction of your screen
>Time starts passing slowly for you
>You manage to just barely knock her stinger off course with yours
>You try to pry the axe out of her hands but she’s not letting go
>Worse yet she keeps trying to get you with her stinger
>You block it a few times but she has better control of her tail than you
>Faster
>More accurate
>You’re going to slip up soon
>You coil your tail around hers to keep it in place
>She responds by headbutting you
>The attack disorients you
>The murder drones presses the advantage and sweeps your legs
>You fall to the ground
>She pins you by placing the shaft of her axe on your neck and sitting on your chest
>She’s trying to free her tail
“Once A'm done wi ye A'm getting me Aron back an we're makin sweet love!”
>Ew!
>She’s not laying a hand on your human! She should have taken better care of him if she wanted to keep him!
>And his name is Anon!
>He said it himself when you asked today
>Though his response was a bit garbled when you bit his neck
>In a flash of anger you swap your hand back into a nailgun and angle it in such a way that it hits her in the screen
>She recoils in pain and grabs her face
>You take this opportunity to slide from under her and kick her in the midsection
>You press the attack and keep firing at her
>The nails penetrate her chassis
>You fire and fire…
>You must admit, you kinda like this
>”Take that you bitch! Anon is mine!”
>You fire more
>Ha
>Hahaha
>HAHAHAHAHA
>*Click*
>*Click*
>*Click*
>Ah drats… out of ammo
>You fiddle with your other hand to take out another magazine out of your storage
>How do you reload this thing again?
>While you fumble with your weapon the murder drone got back to her pegs and started charging at you again
>You manage to dodge the main swing but she struck you with the pommel of the axe with enough force to send you flying and into the wall of a nearby ruin
>The hit was enough to knock your optics offline
>You start rebooting them
>You hear something land in the snow next to you
“Ow… that hurt more than it should… Emily!?”
>”Uzi?”
“Yeah, you ok?”
>You groan as your optics turn on again and start getting up
>Just in time to notice the drone with the axe do another overhead swing
>You unfurl your wings to block the attack
>You see the three other murder drones jump out of the window of the ruined building
>You pick Uzi and Zen up and start running
>You hear gunshots
>After a while you feel those gunshots
>They hit your chassis
>None of them penetrate but you can feel them dent you in a few places
>You try to get in the air but you feel bullets hit you in the joints on your wings and legs
>You stumble and fall to the ground
>You turn onto your back
>Uzi and Zen are clutching onto you
>The drone with the horrible accent is loading another shot into her grenade launcher
>You get ready for the worse as she begins to aim
>Suddenly a bullet hits the drone with the grenade launcher in the side of her head
>Doesn’t penetrate but it gets her attention
>The rest of her pack as well
>You see a group of workers in red and black uniforms with assault rifles
>They begin to fire at the murder drones
>They return fire and try to move into melee
>You feel you’re able to move again
>You get up and fly off while the murder drones are distracted
>You return to the warehouse
>You have your backpacks with you and somehow none of them is damaged
>You got 10 liters of and parts for a gun for Uzi out of the whole ordeal
>That’s good, you think?
>But you’ll have to ask Uzi and Zen to help you get rid of the dents in your better body

>>342921
>Be Uzi
>You need to catch a breath
>Man! That was close
>You want to celebrate the fact you can make a sick as hell laser weapon
>But you did kinda nearly get blown up today
>That kinda dampens your mood
>You’d be goners if those guys in red and black didn’t show up
>Whew… haha
>Hope they get loot pile, there was plenty of good stuff left
>That will sure show dad!
>You need to get Emily back to her normal body and you need to work quick
>You promised Alice you’d be at the hospital in around an hour
>Zen looks rather sad
>”Hey, did something happen?”
“I… had an episode again…”
>”Yeah you did, and you showed that murder boy what he’s good for”
“Hah I sure did… sorry about throwing away that nailgun, I’m sure you worked hard on it”
>”Don’t worry about it! I’ll make something better, especially wit the parts we got!”
>Zen smiles
>You start working on Emily
>She pin points every dent on her chassis to you
>Ok you get it!
>You’ll bring some car filler or something next time, jeez
>You return to the bunker and enter the hospital
>Alice was waiting for you near the entrance
“There you are girls! I thought you’d never come, this way”
>She leads you to a back room
>You see three chairs covered in cables connected to some kind of machine
>You also see a table with a pillbaby on it
>It’s Beau
>He’s already connected to the machine
>Alice gestures for you to sit down on the chairs
>You do and she starts connecting the wires to you
“Arlighty everything is set up, you girls ready”
>”Yup”
“Sure thing Ma”
“Yes Miss Alice”
“Great! Starting the simulation in 3… 2… 1…”
>The world goes black for a while
>You see a light getting closer and closer to you
>After a while you find yourself in a classroom
>Wait… this isn’t the outpost school
>There are windows here!
>And when you look outside there is no snow blasted hellscape
>There is a pleasant sun outside!
>After a while you realize how this simulation works
>You go around about your day in this school
>Make a few choices
>The day ends
>Rinse and repeat
>It’s like a visual novel but without any good routes and no skip text button
>Sure there is also the part where this is educational or whatever but Alice left the developer console on so you can just skip those parts without destabilizing the simulation too much
>This is all middle school level anyway not like it’s imprinting any information important to you
>You don’t understand why Emily cares so much
>“Oh Uzi! We’re going to be late for Miss such and such class”
>She’s not even a real drone! She’s educator.exe re skinned to look like a drone!
>Zen has a bit of insight on how this all works
>She’s been through it
>From what you gather it’s a lot worse when you’re alone
>”Ugh… I’ll suffer through this for the little guy”
“I don’t know what little guy you’re talking about but that sure is nice of you Uzi”
>Oh this NPC…
>Man he’s annoying!
>He keeps following you wherever you go!
>And Zen and Emily seem to enjoy it?
>Well Emily likes keeping pets and pet NPCs… but Zen?
“I sure can’t wait to see Doll after this… I wonder how’s she’s doing”
>”Who cares about that…. Wait how do you know about Doll!?”
“Why shouldn’t I know about her, you two tried reading a book for me a few days ago”
>Wait!
>Blue screen
>The slight hick accent
>Is this…
>No…
>”Beau!?”
“Yup”
>”It was you all this time!? You’ve been acting like a total NPC!”
“What does that mean?”
>30 days in the simulation and only now have you realized you interactions weren’t being recorded for later use
>You suddenly feel a lot more embarrassed about your behavior in classes knowing he was sitting right behind you
>Maybe you should have sat normally
>Uh whatever…
>The simulation continues… 180 more days and you’re done
>You get booted out of the sim
>It’s around 4 AM and you’re absolutely tired
>But you’ll get to sleep in today and skip school
>But first you need to drag yourself home

And that's all. Interesting side note Chuuni Uzi with all intermissions and the side story is over 70K words and close to half a million characters... and I'd say we're getting close to the middle point....

>>342915
>human child
Juggernaut will start saying "THERE'S ONE GOOD BLUE ONE."

What is Chuuni Uzi about
It’s alot to read and I don’t know if I want to start

>>342915
Aww

>>342925
Solverless AU where Uzi fantasizes about having power and all of the events of the show and is a total dork, also Emily is her best friend. And shameless Tessa revisionism to right the many wrongs Liam did to that poor girl. Also mostly focused on the humans and DD's vs workers that was kinda sorta hinted at by the end of the pilot

>>342916
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>>342922
Nice, thanks for new parts!

>Two worker drones and one inexperienced disassembly drone with homemade nail guns were able to defeat a team of three experienced disassembly drones with weapons and the element of surprise.
They seem to be the most useless disassembly drones in the entire universe. It's a disgrace. Their core must be completely reformatted so as not to waste the potential of the chassis of an excellent war machine. Even the outright murder of those idiots who actually decided to go after the guarded supplies is no excuse: they're just useless worker drones, with guns or not.

>>342928
D and her squad quite literary won! They got third partied before they could finish the kill. Also four DD's because U-U

>>342929
This is a Pyrrhic victory at best, because the damage is so unacceptable that the competence of each of them is now in question. And the third party really surprises me. Like, did they really think there would be no one there? I would recommend Tessa not to take them, they are too stupid even for worker drones.

>>342861
We lost aliceanon?

>>342932
He left, I don’t know where, a long story connected with drama.

>>342931
What mother would abandon her children? And the damage they took is mostly cosmetic, minus D's screen and a few of Eye's internals

>>342934
Tessa is too soft, it clearly lacks a strong male hand.

And I'm glad that new outposts have appeared, will they get more attention in the future?