OK... That would definitely provoke a reaction. All the marines unload with their HF5 Flechette launchers...
“Are dose cans a metal beans? Tasty!” They eat the Flechettes. “Ooh can i has a few more? Ohh waitaminit, dose are… watchacallem” they gesture vaguely with their paw “wennins, werrils, wombats. Violence cannons. Whatever. We come in peace!” Another one says, “We always come in peace, dont we?” The first replies, “unless it’s for dinner. We do eat dinner pretty agressively.” A third nods. “We do love dinner.” The first looks back to the stunned marines and reaches out a paw in greeting. “Anyways. How are you all doing?”
Cap, a shadowy-skinned, bald, gray-eyed humanoid in power armor holds his HF5 loosely as he glances back and forth between the weird otters. "You attack our base and then say hi?" He seems incredulous, but it's hard to tell. You know, alien and all.
“Oh dear did it seem that we were attacking?” Says the fourth. The fifth is chewing on wires and the sixth is juggling what looks like a live high explosive round.
Cap glances around. "Set that down! Alright, let's talk outside. I don't want you doin' nothin' to my base."
The fifth spits out the wires and mumbles, “Soggy misto, we go outside.” And out they all trot, straight through the walls, defenses and sheilds, once again. Then they wait for the marines to catch up. The first remarks, “Wish I had a banana beer.” The fourth replies, “We do!” The first dashes over to one of the bananas and comes back holding a few bottles of banana beer. *its like root beer, but bananas* They sit down in their beach chairs with beach umbrellas and enjoy the warm temperatures of mars. They then take off their space helmets, which aparently were cosmetic, which makes sense because they’re essentially fish bowls, they don’t have oxygen packs, and their space suits cover neither their tails nor their paws. They then proceed to drink their banana beer out of copper colored metal cups with little umbrellas and curly straws. “Where did William go?” The sixth (AKA william) runs by, high explosive ammunition in his mouth, being chased by a horrible little crab/spider/bat/human muscle thing “HEEEELLLLLLLLPPPPPPPP”
OK... That would definitely provoke a reaction. All the marines unload with their HF5 Flechette launchers...
“Are dose cans a metal beans? Tasty!” They eat the Flechettes. “Ooh can i has a few more? Ohh waitaminit, dose are… watchacallem” they gesture vaguely with their paw “wennins, werrils, wombats. Violence cannons. Whatever. We come in peace!” Another one says, “We always come in peace, dont we?” The first replies, “unless it’s for dinner. We do eat dinner pretty agressively.” A third nods. “We do love dinner.” The first looks back to the stunned marines and reaches out a paw in greeting. “Anyways. How are you all doing?”
Cap, a shadowy-skinned, bald, gray-eyed humanoid in power armor holds his HF5 loosely as he glances back and forth between the weird otters. "You attack our base and then say hi?" He seems incredulous, but it's hard to tell. You know, alien and all.
“Oh dear did it seem that we were attacking?” Says the fourth. The fifth is chewing on wires and the sixth is juggling what looks like a live high explosive round.
Cap glances around. "Set that down! Alright, let's talk outside. I don't want you doin' nothin' to my base."
The fifth spits out the wires and mumbles, “Soggy misto, we go outside.” And out they all trot, straight through the walls, defenses and sheilds, once again. Then they wait for the marines to catch up. The first remarks, “Wish I had a banana beer.” The fourth replies, “We do!” The first dashes over to one of the bananas and comes back holding a few bottles of banana beer. *its like root beer, but bananas* They sit down in their beach chairs with beach umbrellas and enjoy the warm temperatures of mars. They then take off their space helmets, which aparently were cosmetic, which makes sense because they’re essentially fish bowls, they don’t have oxygen packs, and their space suits cover neither their tails nor their paws. They then proceed to drink their banana beer out of copper colored metal cups with little umbrellas and curly straws. “Where did William go?” The sixth (AKA william) runs by, high explosive ammunition in his mouth, being chased by a horrible little crab/spider/bat/human muscle thing “HEEEELLLLLLLLPPPPPPPP”
The Marines sit unmoving inside their base. "Well... Not the strangest thing we've seen, but definitely up there..."
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OK... That would definitely provoke a reaction. All the marines unload with their HF5 Flechette launchers...
“Are dose cans a metal beans? Tasty!” They eat the Flechettes. “Ooh can i has a few more? Ohh waitaminit, dose are… watchacallem” they gesture vaguely with their paw “wennins, werrils, wombats. Violence cannons. Whatever. We come in peace!” Another one says, “We always come in peace, dont we?” The first replies, “unless it’s for dinner. We do eat dinner pretty agressively.” A third nods. “We do love dinner.” The first looks back to the stunned marines and reaches out a paw in greeting. “Anyways. How are you all doing?”
Cap, a shadowy-skinned, bald, gray-eyed humanoid in power armor holds his HF5 loosely as he glances back and forth between the weird otters. "You attack our base and then say hi?" He seems incredulous, but it's hard to tell. You know, alien and all.
“Oh dear did it seem that we were attacking?” Says the fourth. The fifth is chewing on wires and the sixth is juggling what looks like a live high explosive round.
Cap glances around. "Set that down! Alright, let's talk outside. I don't want you doin' nothin' to my base."
The fifth spits out the wires and mumbles, “Soggy misto, we go outside.” And out they all trot, straight through the walls, defenses and sheilds, once again. Then they wait for the marines to catch up. The first remarks, “Wish I had a banana beer.” The fourth replies, “We do!” The first dashes over to one of the bananas and comes back holding a few bottles of banana beer. *its like root beer, but bananas* They sit down in their beach chairs with beach umbrellas and enjoy the warm temperatures of mars. They then take off their space helmets, which aparently were cosmetic, which makes sense because they’re essentially fish bowls, they don’t have oxygen packs, and their space suits cover neither their tails nor their paws. They then proceed to drink their banana beer out of copper colored metal cups with little umbrellas and curly straws. “Where did William go?” The sixth (AKA william) runs by, high explosive ammunition in his mouth, being chased by a horrible little crab/spider/bat/human muscle thing “HEEEELLLLLLLLPPPPPPPP”
The Marines sit unmoving inside their base. "Well... Not the strangest thing we've seen, but definitely up there..."
William grows wings and starts being chased around in the air, and 20 more creatures appear, chasing the otters every which way. “DOOOO YOUUUUU MIIINNNNDDDDD?” “PEW PEW SPLODEY SPLODEY?” “PLEASE?” They continue zooming around the sky. The first, Bob, gasps. “Fly thru da sheild!” They do so and the creatures try to follow them, and are vaporized. They become fully otters again and William find an entire box of high explosive rounds, which he promtly plays with, along with the first one he found.
The Zemit have made a small town, with the dome being a factory.
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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Charles is tending to his greeenhouse
Around 10 of the 21 Zemit head over to the greenhouse.
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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he sees them coming and tries to ignore them
They stay still, keeping their distance while watching him.
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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he spreads around fertilizer
They’re clearly interested.
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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he puts away the bag of fertiliser and exits the greenhouse into the rest of the base, and they lose sight of him
They head closer to the base, trying to see what he’s doing.
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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The fifth spits out the wires and mumbles, “Soggy misto, we go outside.” And out they all trot, straight through the walls, defenses and sheilds, once again. Then they wait for the marines to catch up. The first remarks, “Wish I had a banana beer.” The fourth replies, “We do!” The first dashes over to one of the bananas and comes back holding a few bottles of banana beer. *its like root beer, but bananas* They sit down in their beach chairs with beach umbrellas and enjoy the warm temperatures of mars. They then take off their space helmets, which aparently were cosmetic, which makes sense because they’re essentially fish bowls, they don’t have oxygen packs, and their space suits cover neither their tails nor their paws. They then proceed to drink their banana beer out of copper colored metal cups with little umbrellas and curly straws. “Where did William go?” The sixth (AKA william) runs by, high explosive ammunition in his mouth, being chased by a horrible little crab/spider/bat/human muscle thing “HEEEELLLLLLLLPPPPPPPP”
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The Marines sit unmoving inside their base. "Well... Not the strangest thing we've seen, but definitely up there..."
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Harry Potter stuff is cool.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
William grows wings and starts being chased around in the air, and 20 more creatures appear, chasing the otters every which way. “DOOOO YOUUUUU MIIINNNNDDDDD?” “PEW PEW SPLODEY SPLODEY?” “PLEASE?” They continue zooming around the sky. The first, Bob, gasps. “Fly thru da sheild!” They do so and the creatures try to follow them, and are vaporized. They become fully otters again and William find an entire box of high explosive rounds, which he promtly plays with, along with the first one he found.
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The Marines resign themselves to this and retire to their quarters, where they begin playing some sort of alien card game.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
They hear a massive explosion. Do they investigate?
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The Zemit now have a large town, the dome now acts as a entrance to the underground, as well as a factory.
Hello, I’m The mighty Dragon bard!
Music nerd, bookworm, dragon lover and avid shoe wearer. I also like drawing and playing guitar.
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