BV38 I'm the What?BV38 I'm the What? by NeoPaladinOfLight
Alright. Okay. This is interesting. The day started off weird. There was that whole pirate raid thing. Ended up blowin' up in our faces. Lost our fleet. Lost our captain. Almost lost our lives. It was weird; I'll give you that. But no weirder than me bein' a space pirate.
I'm sittin' here in my pirate room, on my pirate bed, on this pirate spaceship, with this pirate crew. Good bunch of people.
We got Rutra an' Kal-Artang standin' in front of me.
Rutra's twitchy an' eager, like he jus' can't wait t'hear my reaction. The twitchiness might actually be from him bein' a walkin' talkin' wasp dude, but whatever. The bottled up excitement's there.
Kal is jus'—kinda hard t'get a real solid read on him with the whole stoic thing he got goin' on, but—he's not as eager as Rutra. His arm is out extended, motionin' t'the folks behind him. He looks at me in anticipation. His eyes are locked. His breathin' is constant. He's waitin' on me t'react before reactin' himself. I think. Maybe. I
Star Ocean 4: Uncanny ValleyStar Ocean 4: Uncanny Valley by chichichichipndale
Edge and Reimi stood back to back as they caught their breath. An army of smoldering military robots was strewn around their feet. The battle had worn the two SRF soldiers down to the point of exhaustion, but it was over. Now they could retrieve the important mission item they had been sent for.
Or so they thought.
Two large dome-shaped formations–which Edge and Reimi had previously assumed were simply part of the sterile industrial surroundings—rose up on small mechanical wheels on opposite sides of the complex. They quickly shuffled out from the rows of other idle domes. Each one vaguely resembled a Roomba and was roughly the size of a small spacecraft.
"Here we go again," Edge muttered as he raised his sword. He and Reimi hadn't counted on these top secret anti-personnel weapons being part of the base's defenses.
The two machines had a rather minimalist appearance. Their rounded bodies were made out of seamless white metal, and they each housed a pulsating green sphere t
BV37 Where Yo Head At?BV37 Where Yo Head At? by NeoPaladinOfLight
The ship is toe up, an' right now, so is my stomach. I gotta get somethin' t'eat. I head down the way, passin' by collapsin' ceilin' fixtures, sparks, wires, fire hazards, an' alien pirate people. I only got one goal in sight:
The mess hall.
Gotta say, it's not as crowded as it usually is. Might be the time of day. Might be the fact that most of our crew is either dead or captured. Might be the fact that there jus' isn't much food in here. I dunno. I don't care. I'm hungry.
I head towards the back. There's still a few chefs on duty. That's a relief. I can smell cookin' oil. Somethin's bein' fried. I smell somethin' sweet, too. Is it cake? It could be cake. Well, not really cake. Whatever these guys got that's close t'cake. I dunno. Don't care. There's food, an' that's good enough for me.
It's like a cafeteria. There's an open window separatin' the dinin' hall from the actual kitchen. One of the cooks sees me standin' here with a tray in hand. Dude's got an octopus for a head. He heads
BV36 Toe UpBV36 Toe Up by NeoPaladinOfLight
The ship's toe up. We've already had t'close off entire sections of the boat 'cuz they were missin' walls an' floors. An' of course our fleet's diminished, too.
Those cops really did a number on us. We're a far cry from the massive fleet we used t'be. I haven't crunched the numbers, but if it's just us, then I don't know what we're gonna do about anything.
The control room—think they like t'call it the bridge of the ship—is broke down. Donned with large, shorted out panels an' giant, cracked computer screens along the walls. The biggest screens let us know what's outside. They give us the full view of the outer space surrounding the ship. Closest thing t'windows we got. Might even be better than windows.
Too bad half of 'em our down at the moment. Instead of a clear, crisp picture, we get nothin' but fuzzy lines in some places. That means we're flyin'—or better yet, floatin'—blind out here. Sho' there's a few screens still properly functionin'. Half an image is