skrull quest oneshot to impress the emperor

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Anon07/01/26, 18:37No.6435567

There are four types of GADGETS. The SKRULL EMPIRE has kindly supplied you with TWO TYPES to begin with:>FORMULAs-- basic chemical formulas you can manipulate with a bevy of ingredients (provided by the ever-benevolent EMPEROR). These GADGETs are very reliable, but rarely exceptional. The least-likely type to malfunction, but also the least-likely type to surpass expectation.>GIANT RAYs-- flashy machines of enormous size and power. These GADGETs are often very unreliable, but are MUCH more likely to grant bonuses at higher QUALITY.>HELMETs-- standard-issue GADGETs that come in the form of complex headwear. These GADGETs seem equally as likely to be exceptional as they are to be terrible-- in fact, almost every QUALITY seems to be of even odds.>RELICs-- >>THESE ARE VERY DIFFERENT FROM THE OTHER THREE TYPES. YOU WILL ONLY BE SUPPLIED WITH ONE RELIC. RELICs are ONE-USE GADGETs.<< They are derived from mystic sources, very rare, and highly powerful. They are GUARANTEED to bestow a fierce power upon your SPECIMEN that the EMPEROR will adore-- but these powers may sometimes come with CURSES, and are frequently of such great potency that the ability to control those afflicted with RELIC-DERIVED powers is questionable. Their use can sometimes alert nearby SORCERERS to their presence.All of these GADGETs will come as PRE-MADEs with BLUEPRINTS for their replication (save for RELICs, which will only supply you with the relic itself).

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Anon07/01/26, 18:38No.6435570

They have also purchased a HEADQUARTERS for you to reside in through MYSTERIOUS MEANS. (The LOCATIONS of these headquarters are CLARIFIED in the ATTACHED IMAGE. They are COLOR-CODED-- the LOCATIONS are attached to their NAMES.) It happens to be ONE of the following:>A BROWNSTONE off 86th STREET (blue): Residing near CENTRAL PARK, this aging lot strikes a balance between privacy, perimeter, and panache. It contains a basement that you could easily fashion into SPECIMEN and GADGET storage, as well as a residential portion above that. This is located in a slightly less prestigious part of town, however, and may attract less savory specimens as a result.>A PENTHOUSE off 57th STREET (pink): Located on BILLIONAIRE'S ROW and rather lavish in decoration, this location sits atop an apartment complex and comes with a stunning SKYLIGHT. SPECIMENs will hardly find it suspicious that you live in an apartment-- they'll even be impressed by this particular type-- but keeping them there longer than a day may be a challenge without much space for storage.>A WAREHOUSE off 42nd STREET (green): Run-down, decrepit, and unassuming (at least in comparison to the nearby TIMES SQUARE), this location is absolutely full of space to utilize for GADGETs and SPECIMENs alike. Unfortunately, convincing anyone to visit will be a chore. Keeping them there, though..? Much easier.Feel free to give your HEADQUARTERS a FITTINGLY INTIMIDATING NAME.[Hello! I'm briefly speaking out of character to clarify that this is indeed an actual one-shot. It's also a drawquest, if less-so, and I will likely be supplying images with every post. (Please go easy on them-- I am very out of practice and mostly doing this for fun.) Updates will be whenever, but I'll try to do something daily/bi-daily. This post will be followed by another approximately 10 hours from now just to speed the start up. The current Rentry is a bit barebones-- mostly just elaboration on stats and a copy-paste of the gadget choices-- but please refer back to it whenever you're confused, as I will be updating it as the quest progresses and fashioning it into an essential resource for the mechanics. All that said: thank you for reading! Please enjoy this silly idea I had!]

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Anon07/02/26, 01:02No.6435802

>GIANT RAYs-- flashy machines of enormous size and power. These GADGETs are often very unreliable, but are MUCH more likely to grant bonuses at higher QUALITY. >HELMETs-- standard-issue GADGETs that come in the form of complex headwear. These GADGETs seem equally as likely to be exceptional as they are to be terrible-- in fact, almost every QUALITY seems to be of even odds.

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Anon07/02/26, 03:05No.6435870

The plentiful selection of GADGETs provided by the ever-glorious EMPEROR were all very tempting. You had quite a hard time choosing between them. Eventually, however, you settled on the two most interesting GADGET types: one HELMET and GIANT RAY respectively. This is an important mission, after all-- you do NOT want to screw it up... but the allure of a giant zapping machine was unavoidable.The base was a much easier choice. The WAREHOUSE seemed like it would provide you with everything you need. SPECIMENS would simply have to get used to the leaking roofs and cold floors. What did their preference matter to your research? Satisfied with your decision, you named the WAREHOUSE after an old idol of yours-- G'OME, the HEROIC WAR HERO whose espionage was invaluable in conquering the frigid QUEEGA RACE. Recalling the spaceports of yore, you paired this with a rather old-fashioned way of referring to them: and so, G'OME DEPOT was born. Soon to become a mighty fortress, you were proud to call it your headquarters even in its primitive state. In fact, you were so proud that you felt the need to proclaim it aloud."SUCH AN ABODE SHALL DO NICELY! All of New York City" (said with bile in your throat) "shall cower at its majesty by noon, or else my name isn't...">WRITE-IN. NAME THE SKRULL! His identity will be secret to many in-universe, but not to the audience!"BE-BE-BEE-BEE-BO!" Your mandated nanny-robot complained, perhaps due to the volume of your mighty proclamation. "BOO-BA-BA-BA-BOO!""Yes, yes, you infernal heap of junk. This is indeed a cramped aircraft. I will spare you more of my celebration," you lied.Why did you need such a thing, anyways? The scientists back on Throneworld had insisted you take it-- they deemed it a necessary component in keeping the SPECIMENS alive. One claimed that it would tidy up after their waste-- another proclaimed it a useful supplier of food and water. You had to get the head scientist to admit that it did both-- and more-- and that you would hardly need to see it if you were doing your job correctly. When you asked if you would still be able to hear it, you were hurried off without further clarification. When you tried to leave it behind while boarding, you were reprimanded over your comms and ordered to return. Some day, you told yourself, you would need to figure out how to reprogram the damned bolt-bag into talking less.<><><><><>

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Anon07/02/26, 03:06No.6435871

Some time after your landing, while refurbishing G'OME DEPOT to accommodate your GADGETs and small SPECIMEN ZOO (able to hold ten whole SPECIMENS!), you found yourself bored and felt it prudent to take an inventory of your strengths and weaknesses. You'd always been rather good at...>CHARISMA. There wasn't a soul in the empire who didn't think you looked and sounded like a dream. >MIMICRY. Your transformation skills were unmatched, and your stealth skills were somehow even better. >GADGETRY. You could make a death ray in a cave with a box of scraps if asked to. Everyone knew it....while you found yourself embarrassingly deficient in...>CHARISMA. You were as endearing as a plank of wood. With splinters and nails stuck in it. >MIMICRY. For a Skrull, you were rather terribly inflexible. Rigid, stiff... poor at what your species did best. >GADGETRY. Nothing you ever made was guaranteed to work out. It rarely did.Nonetheless, you were still proficient enough to take on a regular human disguise. While on break from your unpacking and looking for something to do, you tried changing shape near a half-cracked mirror you'd managed to steal... and found your glowing disguise to be ABSOLUTELY PERFECT.Today was July 3rd, 2016. You'd heard tomorrow was a very special day for EARTHLINGS, and especially NEW YORKERS. No matter the state of your box-filled fortress, the important elements were all in place... so, at the crack of dawn, you were going to go hunting.[PLEASE ROLL THREE D50s ALONGSIDE YOUR POST!]

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Anon07/02/26, 21:14No.6436146

You'd slept in.It must have been somewhere closer to noon, now, but it was definitely a BRAND NEW DAY. In fact, the BRANDEST-NEWEST. Your first real day on EARTH! Surely, this planet would never be the same. How could any planet remain the same in the presence of Z'RIM THE UNCONQUERABLE, after all? Your GADGETRY was unparalleled. You could make a functioning spaceship out of toothpicks and bubblegum. In fact, you were instructed to do as much for your very first cosmonautical aeronautics instruction session. Putting that EXCEPTIONAL GADGETRY* to use was exactly how you got into the good graces of the ALMIGHTY EMPEROR, and you were certain you would make good use of it here.As you returned to your cracked mirror and donned your EARTHLING disguise, you were frustrated at how long it took. You had pulled it off perfectly last evening, but the effects of space travel must have still been weighing you down today-- your face kept sagging in strange places, your clothes didn't seem the proper texture... bah. Loathe as you were to admit it, you'd never been the best at MIMICRY. You readjusted your tie-- it came undone into a five-tentacled pube of sorts. Another attempt was made to keep it together-- only to end with your shoulder pads growing long enough to touch a nearby "sofa" (as it was branded on the back). As always, your MIMICRY was rather UNRELIABLE*. Unfortunately, you felt you could delay no longer-- even as your outfit lacked its signature belt and buttons, taking any more time to prepare would turn G'OME DEPOT into a cage of doubt and ridiculous speculation.<><><><><>

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Anon07/02/26, 21:15No.6436147

EEEEEEThe moment you stepped outside, you were assaulted by all manner of NOISE. EARTHLING NOISE. You had expected as much, of course, but not to this degree. The noise was joined by laborious HEAT-- far more than you were used to. You supposed you had grown too reliant on your home empire's QUEEGA servants, expecting such an unusually competent planet such as EARTH to invent some form of AIR CONDITIONING, but you figured it was only natural that these hairy, sweaty, unpleasant SPAWN would not know such luxuries."Hey! Watch where ya goin'!" This incoherent babble followed a disgruntled, overweight man in a STARRY, STRIPED SHIRT. To your great surprise, such attire seemed very common-- one pan of your surroundings revealed a MULTITUDE of POSSIBLE SPECIMENS in STARRY, STRIPED SHIRTS. This was rather confusing to you-- your briefing lessons had insisted that the EARTHLINGS of NEW YORK CITY were a fiercely INDIVIDUALISTIC people, not prone to the BEAUTIFUL UNIFORMITY your kind preferred. Perhaps your eyes deceived you! You would have to confirm later.As it stood in the moment, you seemed to have stumbled into some sort of celebration. Your universal translator worked overtime as you waded through A LARGE HORDE of UNWASHED EARTHLINGS, almost all of whom wore similar garb, to make your way towards a newly-placed fence...

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Anon07/02/26, 21:16No.6436148

TRUMPETS blared! DRUMS drummed! A great deal of POMP followed a large parade, also clad in starry wear, down the paved street! Such streets were reserved for TRANSPORTATION, you'd been told, yet struggled to find any sign of transportation around. Perhaps this PARADE took precedence. It seemed to center around a FLAG-- a flag with the very same STARS AND STRIPES adorning your prospective captives. Finally, the pieces fell into place-- this was a CELEBRATION of THE EARTHLING EMPIRE'S GREATNESS!"HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY, NEW YORK!" A youth(?) with a metal-clad arm shouted from the front of the parade. His hair was long, unkempt-- slightly disgusting. He was joined by another man clad in stars and stripes-- an older man, possibly a soldier, donning a shield and an enormous smile. You had learned of this man-- CAPTAIN AMERICA. One of this world's FOREMOST HEROES. Beloved in New York City especially, known for his excellent physical conditioning... brought about by a serum! (Now lost, to your great dismay.)Taking note of his appearance for later, you wasted no time in scanning the crowds. There were many, many people here. It would not be hard, at all, for one or two to go missing... but you couldn't be picky.>Turn on your CHARM and attempt to convince a lonely smoker in his thirties to follow you. He is in plain view of CAPTAIN AMERICA and somewhat far away from the rest of the crowd, but nobody seems to be watching him.>Approach a teenager in a hoodie instead. He is well-hidden among the crowd, but out of view of THE CAPTAIN. For some reason, he does not seem to be wearing the STARS AND STRIPES.>Pretend to be IN PAIN and hope a kind soul will offer help.>GRAB a random person from the crowd.[*check the Rentry for further clarification!]

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Anon07/03/26, 16:21No.6436464

[Today's entry is POSTPONED, for I have been AMBUSHED with a FAMLIAL GET-TOGETHER. Vote extended until tomorrow!]

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Anon07/04/26, 20:42No.6437011

You spotted a YOUTH, well-hidden amongst the crowd, in some peculiar GREEN garb. It was not the correct shade, being far too dark and not nearly bright enough to allude to your own species, but it was adequate enough to attract your attention.Without saying a word, you began to follow the YOUTH. This seemed to unnerve it, somehow, and it began to move away from you. You pursued it further, attempting to make yourself well-hidden amongst the EARTHLINGS, diminishing your height in an attempt to see if it might help the YOUTH feel less STALKED.To your great dismay, this did little to put the stranger at ease. The pair of you swam through the crowd unnoticed, any communications drowned out by the raucous cheering that followed a loud BANG, until another shout from a parade float caught your attention."AMERICA WILL OUTLIVE US ALL. EVEN AS OUR HEROES FADE AND ITS CITIZENS AGE, ITS IDEAS WILL PERSIST FOR YEARS AND YEARS! ON THIS GREAT ANNIVERSARY, WE CAN ONLY HOPE AMERICA LIVES ANOTHER TWO-HUNDRED AND FORTY-MORE!"The unusually loud noise tickled your eardrums. You hadn't heard NOISE like that since your initial recruitment days, when a particular FEMALE had ENDANGERED YOUR POSITION by insisting it was IRRESPONSIBLE to create miniature rockets during breaktimes. Perhaps this civilization was more advanced than you initially suspected.Alas, you had higher priorities. You returned your attention to the boy, filing away all you'd heard for future planning, and spotted him sat against a half-wall. He seemed to be under the FALSE impression that he had outsmarted you, and was now free of your RAVISHING LOOKS. He procured a peculiar item from his pocket-- also green, still an incorrect shade-- and put it to his lips like a BABY did its favorite PACIFIER. His attire now reminded you of your own-- the black shoes, the peaked hood... you were outright flattered!You had to have this SPECIMEN. What would you do to ACQUIRE him?>Attempt to SPEAK with the youth plainly and convince him to follow you to your warehouse.>Briefly hide yourself amongst the crowd-- then, approach him pretending to be ANOTHER YOUTH and persuade him that way.>THREATEN him with one of your IMMACULATELY-BUILT ray-guns.>STEAL his GREEN ITEM and watch him follow. (This method has been particularly effective on YOUTHFUL FEMALES in the past.)>Write-in

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Anon07/04/26, 20:44No.6437012

>THREATEN him with one of your IMMACULATELY-BUILT ray-guns.KNEEL

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Anon07/05/26, 20:55No.6437477

It seems we will be STEALING the youth's GREEN ITEM! Please roll 1d100! Will write + draw up the results tomorrow. I may or may not have forgotten to account for something in the system and need to fix it lol.

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Anon07/06/26, 22:35No.6437966

>52Your course of action was clear. This boy was YOUNG and SOMEWHAT EFFEMINATE. Recalling the days of yore, when you spent your own younger years THIEVING from youthful females, you executed an ingenious plan of robbery that had worked in the past: approaching the young female's posessions, swiping them within the same second, and bolting before any SUPERVISORS could notice you.Unfortunately for you, you neglected to properly account for the crowd surrounding the area. Sure, most of it couldn't care less-- but, at that moment, CAPTAIN AMERICA was being hoisted in the air by a pair of strongmen. He was able to get a decent look at you. Some CURIOUS FOLLOWERS turned their heads your way, just to see what their presumed CAPTAIN might be watching...>SUSPICION +10! >CAPTAIN AMERICA seems to have noticed you!Nonetheless, nobody surrounding you seemed to make any moves to stop you. CURIOUS! Clearly, EARTHLINGS were not a compassionate race. Good-- that would make them all the more suited for your shining EMPEROR's needs.Now in possession of the GLORIOUS GREEN ITEM, you wasted no time in darting back to G'OME DEPOT. It was only a few minutes away, after all-- not a hard task in the slightest. To your delight, the young man seemed to be following you without a thought! He seemed PERTURBED, although you greatly doubted that would mean anything to your well-being...>Speed into the warehouse without another thought to make sure the youth follows you inside, then begin your first EXPERIMENT.>Speed into the warehouse to ensure his capture, but save the experimentation for later.>Toss the OBJECT into the warehouse, then shut the door behind him and continue looking for more SPECIMENS.>Write-in.No matter what you choose, please roll 1d50!

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Anon07/07/26, 22:55No.6438440

Next entry tomorrow!

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Anon07/10/26, 15:55No.6439765

"Uhh... dude, do you live here?" He sounded... dismissive. Rather UNIMPRESSED. You felt the URGENT NEED to correct his lack of awe."Of COURSE I live here. Where else would I desire to reside?" You puffed up your chest-- quite a substantial thing, in this form-- and put on a serious expression. This was met... with laughter. LAUGHTER!"Cool, dude. Are you gonna give me my vape back, or do you, uh, need it?" The YOUTH dared to ask.His question was soon answered-- once he finished speaking and shuffled into your cell to grab his OBJECT back, your robotic companion shut the gate behind him."...ah, @#!$. Probably should've seen that coming," he mumbled. Without further comment, he sat down in his cell, shockingly placid... and began to suck on his OBJECT once more. Perhaps it really was some kind of pacifier, if he was so desperately in need of it.No matter-- the YOUTH could have his pacifier... for now. It would need to be stolen from him once more during the EXPERIMENT, of course, but you had yet to decide exactly what that would be. Would you work your technologies upon him via the GIANT RAY you had been so lovingly gifted? Or the MYSTERIOUS HELMET that the EMPEROR had deigned to provide you? Neither were particularly poor options, of course-- assembled by some of the empire's most reliable engineers, you figured their chances of failure slim-- but, perhaps, one would be more useful here than the other.>Use the GIANT RAY [POWER(S) UNKNOWN | ALRIGHT QUALITY | NO COMBOS KNOWN] on the YOUTH>Use the MYSTERIOUS HELMET [POWER(S) UNKNOWN | ALRIGHT QUALITY | NO COMBOS KNOWN] on the YOUTHBAM BAM BAMThe ramming against the gates of G'OME DEPOT has not yet yielded. Whether it shall continue on or slow eventually remains a mystery, but you have confidence in your luck. NOBODY shall stop the GREAT AND POWERFUL Z'RIM from doing his duty today!No matter what you choose, please roll 1d50!

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Anon07/10/26, 21:14No.6439876

Rolled 29 (1d50)>>Use the GIANT RAY [POWER(S) UNKNOWN | ALRIGHT QUALITY | NO COMBOS KNOWN] on the YOUTH

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Anon07/12/26, 02:46No.6440402

The voices in your head informed you that your decision was unanimous: you would be using the GIANT RAY to conduct your very first EXPERIMENT. (On Earth!)A sense of giddy excitement overtook you. You wasted no time unplugging the apparatus from its larger origin-- what use was a GIANT RAY without a portable mode to wheel it around on, after all-- and wheeling it up to the overgrown infant you'd entrapped. The plentiful array of buttons near its base brought you joy simply from looking at them-- each and every one had a purpose, some beautiful function you could leverage to your whim, some HIGHER CAUSE that it dutifully served. The red button was for emergency failures, the blue for temperature adjustment-- you could move it up and down to change from hot to cool, from tepid to frigid, from scorching to chilly, and all manner of other diverse offerings in SKRULL-specific measurements (what other kinds were needed?).A DISGUSTING SCENT began to permeate your residence. It derived from the YOUTH's pacifier... if you were lucky, perhaps this ray would obliterate the awful thing. Its greenery was PLEASING, yes, but it was hardly worth damaging your scent apparatus to keep. You quietly attempted to shapeshift away your sense of smell... only to find your nose hardened, no less sensitive than before, and possibly of a different texture. If the SPECIMEN noticed, he made no comment at all.Mildly distracted by your own errors in transformation and the YOUTH's lack of consternation, you tried to remember the purpose of the smallest button of them all-- the ACTIVATION button. You recalled it required some combination of itself and other buttons, and seemed useless on its own, but you could not recall exactly which buttons... until recalling the user's manual you had tucked between your MIGHTY PIN-UP MAGAZINES on the way here. Flipping through it brought you to your answer: purple, chartreuse, yellow, and orange combined to activate...BBBBB-ZZZAAAAPPPPP!!!!A great clap of thunder rang out across the warehouse-- the tip of the golden ray lit up like a city on holiday, activating each and every carefully-placed node upon it in proper sequential order-- and the SPECIMEN was soon slammed with BRIGHT GREEN RAYS.These looked SOMEWHAT VAGUELY like the GAMMA RADIATION you had been informed of back during mission briefing, but you knew FOR A FACT that the secret to harnessing such energy had not yet permeated throughout the cosmos. Excitement briefly stimulated you-- had you been left with a RARE AND EXPENSIVE PROTOTYPE without being informed? Was this a SPECIAL machine that might bestow SPECIAL powers upon your SPECIAL SPECIMEN?? (...more SPECIAL than the SPECIAL POWER INDUCEMENT it was originally made for??)

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Anon07/12/26, 02:47No.6440403

[spoiler warning is for the epileptics in the crowd]As the bright green light engulfed your expansive warehouse, wrapped around your first-ever SPECIMEN, and slowly faded away... you concluded otherwise, somewhat disappointed. If the machine had done anything at all to your SPECIMEN, it had nothing to do with surface-level physical traits. Your pacified pubescent was... unchanged.To your relief, the machine you'd been left was similarly untouched. Diagnostics insisted that it was OK, and the quiet shut-down of its internal system functions was music to your ears (even outside of the SHUT-DOWN SONG it was mandated to play upon every successful operation).>Poke the YOUTH with a stick to see if it'll help do anything.>Zap the YOUTH a second time to make sure he was hit correctly.>Move on-- get your priorities in order, plan the rest of your week, and do MORE IMPORTANT things than attending to this newly-transformed SPECIMEN.>Write-in

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Anon07/12/26, 21:13No.6440747

[Entry TOMORROW, I somehow woke up five hours before I usually go to sleep today... not very functional, cannot write (have been trying). Condolences!]

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Anon07/15/26, 13:42No.6441885

Sorry for the sudden absence; I've not been doing too well to say the least. The quest is ongoing, but I'm kicking myself for saying I'd be able to stick to a daily/bi-daily schedule again because the soonest that can probably happen is next Monday. Things just blew up at home and it'll take some time for them to settle again. I'll try to get in some updates before then, but I'm overseeing a transition that'll (hopefully) change things for the better but require a fair amount of attention in the days to come.Will see if I can get an update out today, but I can promise nothing as it's a family member's birthday and (although we aren't exactly on the best of terms) I might be dragged into celebrations. Tomorrow is probably a safer bet, Friday and Sunday definitely aren't (but still maybe the slightest bit possible if I'm lucky). Shouldn't have any known issues past Monday. Will update you if that changes.Thank god threads last so long now, lol.

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Anon07/15/26, 19:28No.6441980

Uncertain of whether your EXPERIMENT was successful, you brandished your EMPEROR-CERTIFIED BATON and began poking at the youth. He'd collapsed-- from what, you could not fathom-- and was sizzling with the same raw energy your GIANT RAY had shocked him with....you found yourself poking the YOUTH for quite some time. Long enough for the banging in the background to subside. Despite your regular impatience, you had too much faith in your machinery to truly believe it had done you wrong-- and your faith was rewarded!Eventually, after enough poking, the youth BLINKED. He blinked once, then twice-- then disappeared into a puff of green smoke. You made a LOUD SOUND, similar but not quite exactly equal to an EARTHLING SHRIEK, and immediately scanned the premises. The SPECIMEN couldn't have gone far-- these walls were INCREDIBLY STRONG, you had been told. Concrete, mostly, reinforced in some weaker parts with well-made steel from your beloved Throneworld.You searched G'OME DEPOT from top to bottom. You checked your small collection of EMPTY JARS, the rudimentary filtration system built into the walls, the empty helmet of your spacesuit...VVVWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...only for the thrice-damned VACUUM-EQUIPPED MAID to go off."It is far too early to be cleaning, you oil-smothered simpleton!!" You hissed, stomping towards your mandated companion with hatred in your heart."BOO-BEE-BEE-BOOP!" The robot bleeped back, its left arm seemingly sucking up nothing but air. Upon further examination, however, and tracing the path of the vacuum to the robot's now-prominent dust tank..."BEE-BA-BO-BWOOP?" You opened your mouth to complain, but no words escaped your lips. The maid filled them in for you, almost smug-sounding in its synthetic squeaking. Your cheeks flushed, tinged with green-- not out of envy for losing your SPECIMEN to the damned robot, of course. No, you were simply CAUGHT OFF-GUARD. SURPRISED.Your SPECIMEN, after all, was hardly ethereal enough to fit in that dust tank before.>GIANT RAY POWER DISCOVERED: DENSITY MANIPULATION(?)

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Anon07/15/26, 19:29No.6441981

<><><><><>The rest of that day was spent reconfiguring your first SPECIMEN's cell to hold pure vapor. The SPECIMEN himself seemed dazed, confused-- perfect for pushing around and testing without issue. He would occasionally mumble some half-coherent statement-- at one point, you heard him mumble some remark about how you looked like you should be on a unicycle, whatever that meant, and chortle at his own statement-- but he seemed otherwise healthy, and you were quite delighted by his results.DENSITY MANIPULATION, as you believed this was, ranked quite highly in the EMPEROR'S favored powers. A certain Android belonging to this city's premiere team held such a power, and the strength he held when denser than diamond was LEGENDARY. Unfortunately, your SPECIMEN only seemed to be able to scatter himself and decrease his density-- perhaps he simply needed more training. Still, the usefulness of turning into a cloud of vapor could not be denied. SPECIMEN 001 was, undoubtedly, a ROUSING SUCCESS.>What will you nickname SPECIMEN 001? You aren't particularly good with names, but you want to give your SPECIMENS some kind of alias just in case.<><><><><>The following week was spent establishing yourself in NEW YORK CITY. You managed to secure an INCOME through a Skrull Agent working someplace dubbed "S.H.I.E.L.D.;" a rather attractive agent, at that, though you never allowed yourself to say as much. Your heart belonged mostly to G'OME, after all, and it would distract from both your missions if you were to pursue romantics while not even within the Andromeda Galaxy.The week following was spent getting used to your routine-- G'OME DEPOT maintenance, GADGET maintenance, daily WALKS to keep yourself FIT and NORMAL-SEEMING. Your income was delivered through SKRULL TECHNOLOGY, so you didn't need to go to work or pay attention to any knocks at your door, and apparently your attire was suitably INTIMIDATING enough that passers-by did not generally ask what your occupation might be.

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Anon07/15/26, 19:30No.6441982

The next two weeks on your agenda were almost entirely free. What did you want to do with them?>SEARCH for existing GADGETS. It might be more useful to make use of existing EARTH tech when trying to replicate EARTH's superpowers. [Specify which type and where in NEW YORK CITY you want to search. All four types of GADGETS can be found through this method. This has a chance to fail and provide you without any new gadgets.]>CREATE new GADGETS. Superior SKRULL engineering is only maintained through constant practice. [Specify which type. You can only create GIANT RAYS or HELMETS at the moment. This will prompt a STRIKE roll that will always leave you with the beginnings of your chosen GADGET.]>IMPROVE a MAJOR STAT. [Specify which stat. This will take one month instead of two weeks and has a chance to fail.]>LAY LOW and RELAX. [Reduces suspicion.]>Attempt to TRACK an EXISTING HERO for one reason or another. [Specify which hero and/or if you want to do something to them. The S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent providing you with income has also given you a small directory of active HEROES to monitor. You can attempt to mingle with them, ambush them, or simply study their most common haunts to ensure they don't get in your way. If you do not clarify that you specifically want to do something related to the hero, you'll simply learn more about them.]>Write-in

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Anon07/25/26, 18:02No.6445919

ENTRY TOMORROW, huge apologies for the extended absence! I got caught off-guard by a final, which apparently wasn't even a final, that was shifted around in schedule to be earlier than the syllabus said. Only just got it done, and I'm still having other issues with schoolwork that are keeping me occupied today, but hopefully things will be smoother from here on out.

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Anon07/28/26, 19:49No.6447124

TWO WEEKS PASSEDWithin them, you found yourself highly productive. Arrangements were made for a SHIELD-PHONE-- a finicky, circular thing branded with an abstract drawing meant to symbolize an EAGLE. What an eagle is meant to look like un-abstracted, you aren't sure, but you determine to find out before you leave this planet. This SHIELD-PHONE contained numerous helpful devices-- a compact APPLICATION with which to track local heroes, a direct line of communication to your Skrull compatriot, and a small encyclopedia of terms frequently used by both S.H.I.E.L.D. and various heroes they worked with.Among these terms, you found whispered mention of power-bestowing RELICs someplace in the south of MANHATTAN. Very convenient-- you were meaning to visit the area! THE PACIFIER, as you had dubbed SPECIMEN 001, required some sort of disguise (should the worst transpire), and you were CERTAIN that the most resilient and high-quality SPECIMEN CLOTHING would be found in the heart of the city's grand TEXTILE INDUSTRY."Do not TRY anything," you commanded your SPECIMEN before you left. You narrowed your eyes underneath your shades, scrunched your face, and tried to frown. "The BAG OF BOLTS will know if you do."A distant beeping sound assured you that your mechanical companion heard you-- how could she not, with acoustics like G'OME's?-- and prompted SPECIMEN 001 to chuckle."Haven't got any intentions to, man. I'm pretty chill just stayin' here. This porridge stuff you're feedin' me's better than anything I've had in years," the YOUTH sneered. You clenched your fist strongly enough to dig marks into your palm-- you'd instructed your robotic maid to feed him ILL-FLAVORED FOODS, as RETRIBUTION for his CONSTANT STINK (no matter how thoroughly he was hosed down). He was not meant to be ENJOYING your PUNISHMENT.Without another word, you stormed out of G'OME DEPOT to fetch the SPECIMEN his wretched disguise.<><><><><>

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Anon07/28/26, 19:50No.6447125

You were not exactly sure how far south you had to go to find this SPECIMEN CLOTHING SHOP. You had learned on the way here, regrettably, that the TEXTILE INDUSTRY you so desperately sought had been defunct for nearly a century now-- and yet, in this sweltering summer weather, you were surrounded by strange earthlings in thoroughly tailored clothing! YOUTHs danced about in full robes and gowns, square hats atop their disgustingly pudgy faces, ITEMs they seemed to hold dear flung into the air as if they were worth NOTHING. They were further surrounded by greasy musicians in dull jackets, greasier food stands tended to by colorful (yet clearly incompetent) chefs, and a whole host of truly iridescent vendors.As you passed underneath an enormous (yet simple) archway-- no doubt a primitive monument to this city's THEORETICAL ACCOMPLISHMENTS-- you slowly realized that you had accidentally stumbled upon some kind of alien bazaar.Banners and signs crowded around an enormous fountain, hung upon wooden stands or plastic tents, always painted with some outrageously colorful text or background to make it stand out. "100% natural sun hats," one cried. "All-organic shopping bags," screamed another. How could such a thing be? Were bags grown on trees here?Curious, you began browsing the bazaar without a second thought. There seemed to be a plethora of SPECIMEN CLOTHING here-- not much that could resist a true assault, but enough to fool an opponent into believing SPECIMEN 001 to be just another costumed HERO. With every new stall you visited, you received the same comments on your appearance-- "feds ain't cool," "you don't need sunglasses in the shade," "relax, maaaan."BAH! To Hala with them all. Had you heard another infantile drone comment on you or take a picture of your apparently outré appearance, SPECIMEN 001 would have had to go without a costume. But, thankfully, just as you felt yourself about to snap and remind this planet of which empire it would soon belong to, a sultry voice called you over to the final stand you hadn't checked..."Yes? What do you sell here?" You were direct, confident-- such an approach was sure to get you what you want. Your tie had been visibly adjusted, your glasses straightened-- any comments on appearance had to be positive, now."Exactly what you need," the vendor replied. She seemed somewhere between half-awake and intensely interested in you. What she looked like, you couldn't fathom-- her entire form was cloaked in shadow. Such obscurity put you at ease; the modesty to keep her appearance unimportant was much-appreciated after over an hour of loud, brightly-colored idiots attracting your attention. "You've been searching for clothing, have you not? It's hardly my specialty, but I do have some articles here and there."

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Anon07/28/26, 19:51No.6447126

"I'll take them," you said without a second thought. The vendor hadn't even presented them to you yet-- she was too busy shuffling back and forth between seemingly endless boxes of inventory. You repeated yourself, louder--"I heard you the first time," a notably less feminine voice growled back. "Please be patient," the vendor's followed up. Were there two people here? Three? The shade underneath this tent was so intense that you couldn't tell. Thoughts of light-bringing GADGETs began to dance around your head as you waited, with scarce thought given to what exactly THE PACIFIER might need for a costume..."Here you are," the vendor murmured. Her hands were the smoothest you'd ever seen; pale as a human sclera, soft as a newborn babe. The bodysuit they held up seemed appropriate enough-- a large belt separated the trunks from the torso, a prominent hood provided almost the same amount of obscurity as a mask... save for shoes and gloves, the outfit was rather complete.Before you could properly count your currency, you were already handing it over to the thankful vendor. She blew you a kiss, waved you off... and vanished from your mind. Whenever you looked back, tried to figure out where you'd seen her-- you couldn't spot anything. No tents as dark as charcoal, no vendors as sweet and salty as a t'manja popsicle, nothing. Just a small crowd of incessantly gibbering youths discussing some sort of six-second plant-life.<><><><><>

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Anon07/28/26, 19:52No.6447128

As you'd scurried out of the circular "square," costume in hand, you realized there were two strange lumps hidden within the clothing you'd purchased. The moment you returned to your SECRET BASE, you wasted no time in inspecting them...>GADGET SCAVENGING SUCCESSFUL! HIGH ROLL BONUS-- TWO-FOR-ONE!Some kind of sceptre and shield fell into your lap. Both were highly ornate-- covered in what looked like jewels, pulsating with enough power for it to visibly affect you. You couldn't imagine that they were very practical-- the shield had a large hole in the middle of it, within which there were embedded three more, smaller, holes, and the sceptre was so covered in fragile extremities that you felt it might break apart should you try and use it as some kind of mace or physical weapon. Still, both weighed heavily in your hand, clearly having some use to them... you felt it best to store them away for later.>RELIC [POWER(S) UNKNOWN | PERFECT QUALITY | NO COMBOS KNOWN] x2 OBTAINED"Whatcha got over there, glowie man?" SPECIMEN 001 dared to ask from his see-through cell, his lower torso nothing but GREEN MIST. "More gifts for your coolest hostage?""They are not GIFTS," you spat, insulted by the YOUTH's entitlement. "They are for my use, and my use ONLY. You will spend the rest of your pathetic life forever in doubt, never knowing their purpose.""Shucks," he replied, "so much for thinkin' you're a cool poppa. Guess you're just as much've a drag as the rest of 'em."Bewildered by the YOUTH's unintelligible slang, you directed your thoughts to the workings of the NEXT TWO WEEKS. What would you be doing with them?>ATTEMPTING TO CAPTURE A SPECIMEN. [Clarify where you want to search for SPECIMENs, please.]>CREATING a new GADGET. [Specify which type. You can only create GIANT RAYS or HELMETS at the moment. This will prompt a STRIKE roll that will always leave you with the beginnings of your chosen GADGET.]>IMPROVING a MAJOR STAT. [Specify which stat. This will take one month instead of two weeks and has a chance to fail.]>Write-in

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Anon07/29/26, 04:44No.6447285

>IMPROVING a MAJOR STAT. [Specify which stat. This will take one month instead of two weeks and has a chance to fail.] >GADGETRY

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