>Opening Animation:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BOGtHrj8Kts

>Thread 1 Archive:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/5873422/

>Summary:
You are the SOLSTICE, the final remnant of the treasonous 12th suppression fleet. Retrieve your scattered crew and seek redemption.

OH SHIT NIGGA. You are lady Firemane. Of the (formerly) noble house of Fireborn! You were once the greatest wagon racer this side of the kingdom. Sadly due to shenanigans, you lost everything and went into debt with the Adventurer's Guild in order to survive. But then you found the Inexperienced Hero, Ezekiel "Kid" Rutebega ! You took him under your wing to mold him into the hero he's always meant to be: your devoted apprentice (probably)

Ezekiel's older brother has started his campaign of destruction, he leads his hordes of undead barbarians to ravage the lands. As members of the guild, your party has went on the quest chain to stop said undead barbarian horde.

You are currently on the way to stop Ezekiel's brother from putting another barbarian horde under his control, and definitely did not encounter some weird shenanigans.
Yes.

>Previous Thread
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2025/6171943/

>Previously, on Alola Quest, the author of this quest has a job that requires him to go innawoods for like 5 days out of the week where he barely has any signal but it pays too well and the job economy sucks where he lives so he is stuck...

>Also Amon, the young homeless protagonist is in the middle of a battle against Totem Ribombee and her Pelipper pal. But things are about to take a downward turn...
The rain is getting weaker but before it goes out altogether Pelipper goes all out and shoots out one last Hurricane! A massive cyclone hits Foongus! Foongus is blown back and lands with a thud. Poor Foongus faints. But he did not go in vain. Now both Totem Ribombee and Pelipper are paralyzed. But you are down 2 Pokemon.

>Marill, Darmanitan, Castform, and a Croagunk on it's last legs. How we going down?

<span class="mu-i">January 2, 1927, Lapizlazulli, Vitelia</span>

Claude Gaumont had been but a boy when the spark of the Emrean Revolution had blazed into a wildfire, and since the first moments, he had yearned to be one of his people’s champions. The war had gone on, and he had learned more and more about the cause, but when had strength and nerve enough to have a hope of deceiving a less conscientious recruiter and finished the most basic of training at arms, the war had come to an unceremonious end.

That had been half his lifetime past, and ever since, he had yearned to find the battleground where the fate of tomorrow would again be decided. Vitelia seemed to have been that place, and many others had thought the same. A wrong assumption. The Revolution in Vitelia, it seemed, had not been theirs, and Claude had been forced to flee his comrades in the face of a sudden downpour of defeats.

A minor noble called Di Avolo had sheltered the Revolutionary, a stray flower of the Red Garden that he had found and put in a glass vase. Both knew it wasn’t for Claude’s sake, though. He was a toy, an item in a collection. The shame was the price of survival and comfort. All of the others who had not fallen in battle had been rounded up and deported to the wastelands, or scattered and fled on their own. The Utopian Front had left the lot of them in the cold- and even now, Claude repeated to himself…

“Why?” He asked out the window, to the crowd outside, assembled to listen to the man who had vanquished the <span class="mu-i">Giardino Rosso</span>, to that man himself. “What turned the League against us, to side with tyrants?”
In the same room was his new patron- as well as a guest of Di Avolo’s, a young man around fourteen or fifteen. He had a certain handsomeness, but his grey eyes were heavy with a discontent, restless boredom, an empty searching that Claude felt some kinship with. A son of a friend of a friend of Di Avolo’s, visiting here to broaden his experiences, but the boy had little interest in the outside that Claude had seen besides looking at it from a window.

“What an obvious question,” Di Avolo said, “So obvious a child could answer it.” He glanced to the boy, “Well? Go on, tell <span class="mu-i">Signore della Rivoluzione</span> why the Revolutionary League deemed he and his lot unnecessary for their Dawn. We’ve discussed what has been happening here enough.”

Claude could not protest. Di Avolo kept him housed and fed on a whim.

“Do I have to?” the youth said dully, “It’s obvious enough to not be interesting.”

“Indulge us. Tell this man how he came to be here.”

<span class="mu-s">Ilvermory Quest Returns!</span>

Last time you went to class high and coked up! Got bitten by corn with teeth! Realized that <span class="mu-i">something</span> was underneath the huge tree out by the gates, even if it wasn't the wand of Salazar Slytherin! Gave PTSD to a few jerks. Got yelled at by a tiny girl with autism! Helped protect the campus after you may have fucked up some of it's protections! Saved a fairly handsome boy and kept your newest little sister from getting herself killed! Shot guns and kind of sucked!

Now time to head to your sister's Quidditch try-outs and hopefully not die before the weekend!

All here in Ilvermorny Quest!

Updated character sheet: https://rentry.co/rsrnm8dc

Archive: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=ilvermorny

Non-canon lewd-fic: https://rentry.co/4iehi5w8

I will post edited versions of the last treads too but I keep finding little mistakes going through them.

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The year is 1990. In 1989, the Soviet Union launched a lightning war on NATO. In just a few months, they managed to seize Norway, Sweden, Denmark, Iceland, as well as all of the Rhine–Meuse–Scheldt Delta and a part of Bavaria. Desperate, NATO signed a white peace, allowing the USSR to hold onto their freshly gained territories. It wouldn’t last long, however.

After being unable to prove themselves sufficiently to their allies, America loses the confidence of their overseas allies, and drifts into isolation, leaving NATO. In the wake of Russian overextension, the world market collapses, and the Soviet Union fragments, as does the rest of Eastern Europe.

The Berlin Wall falls, but each side meets the other with arms, wanting to shape the country in their image. Due to the lack of western unified strength, no one country stands ready to restore order, and all of Europe lights ablaze. NATO can only interdict, their own squadrons being insufficiently sized to project power over every theater. Russia is stuck reorganizing itself, entire divisions and air wings go rogue, for one reason or another. Border conflicts are small, but the age of the jet continues to change everything.

Most smaller air forces are insufficient, allowing mercenary groups to pop up in every conflict, acquiring planes from derelict stockpiles the world over. You were in flight lessons at the time, with dreams of flying commercial. With the market crash, however, your eyes drift to the news coming out of the skies of Europe.

You could’ve chosen any other life, been a good husband to any, worked any other honest job. But you differ from your peers, a young man, in search of glory and wealth. You take newspaper clippings and any information you can get on how to get into the fight. It’s taken some time to finally get your instrument rating and hours, the basic requirement for any mercenary air wing in need of warm bodies to put in cockpits, but you’re finally ready. With your loans weighing the back of your mind, you prepare an application packet, and hope they’ll take you.

Name
>[Write-In]

Nationality
>[American]
>[English]
>[West German]
>[Russian]

Conflict
>[Central Europe]
>[Balkan]
>[Nordic]
>[Baltic]

Alignment
>[NATO-backed]
>[WARPAC Remnants]
>[Rogue Nation]

You are Noel Tiberius, the reigning warrior-queen of Hazaran. This is very much not Hazaran.

The community you have found yourself in is one small part of the main continent, far enough from your homeland that its existence could be hidden from you for centuries. Five half-blooded warriors like yourself have come here with you as a show of strength and solidarity, along with eight Hazari infantrymen as a token ‘honor guard’. There can be no doubt as to your status, since even on the continent nobody seems to wear crowns set with almond-sized precious gems aside from you. And none carry any visible weaponry, let alone swords nearly as long as they are tall.

That’s probably one reason why when Leto Aristo, mayor of the port town of Kirkines – where you’ve found yourselves – listened to you when you politely insisted that he take you to his leader. He quite simply doesn’t know what to make of you even after you explained who you are. Almost everything about you must be absolutely foreign to his worldview, and so instead of trying to figure you out for himself, he’s chosen to hand off responsibility for whatever you turn out to be.

“At least the food is nice,” Aurora muses, nibbling at one of a few dozen identical baked crackers, topped with thin slices of firm white cheese and what seems to be a jam made from fig. “Very tasty.”

With a little bit of spice added, even your mother seems to appreciate the gesture, and washes her light snack down with an incredibly clear ruby-red wine. “It seems the production methods are quite different here.”

True, the crackers in particular point to mass production of such specialty foods. Where you come from fine bakeries can aspire to some uniformity, but this goes a clear step further than that. The men – and two women – also seemed to appreciate being brought something to eat despite being relegated to sitting outside the room where you and your fellow warriors will be meeting with a figure standing above Leto Aristo in continental politics.

That man soon makes his appearance. His clothing is very much like the three-piece jacket and waistcoat combination which seems to be the norm for men in this community, albeit more finely tailored and with buttons made with fine horn rather than some obviously fake imitation. You rise from your seat to greet him, make a little gesture to prompt Salem to do the same as the last straggler, then just as quickly return to your seat.

“So, mayor Aristo tells me you’re claiming to be some sort of queen,” the man in the nice suit muses, walking to a seat opposite from you across a low table. He produces a pipe from a pocket in his coat before setting the jacket over the back of the stuffed chair and taking a seat. “May I hear your introduction for myself, please?”
>1/2

<span class="mu-s">WARNO WARNO WARNO</span>
IDENT:80e74b16371a
TO: PRO-83216

FROM: [OOS-GYS-54]

SITUATION: In the wake of the destruction of UNSC Taskforce 36 and attached units in the vicinity of the system of Thompson, Insurrectionist activity has had a noted and sharp increase. An unregistered merchant tagged for tracking due to possible Insurrectionist ties has been detected multiple times by ONI watchers in-system, primarily in orbit of a small planetoid within a cluster of planetesimals at the cosmographic boundary of the Thompson system. It is believed that Insurrectionist elements rushed to exploit the UNSCs sudden absence from this region of space to establish a forward striking post on other UEG holdings within a 50 light year radius.

ATTACHMENTS/DETACHMENTS:
31st Special Missions Unit assigned to assist PRO-83216 is to be revived and made effective by 20 MAR 2549

2nd Shock Trooper Battalion ODST/SPF assigned to assist PRO-83216 is to be revived and made effective by 20 MAR 2549

Headhunter Team VACIVE assigned to PRO-83216 is to be revived and made effective by 20 MAR 2549

EARLIST TIME OF MOVEMENT: TO BE DETERMINED

NATURE AND TIME OF OPERATION: TO BE DETERMINED. Expect initial standard SSE and observational doctrine and tasks.

TIME/PLACE OF OPORD ISSUANCE: OPORD will be issued to PRO-83216 between 10-19 of MAR 2549. Briefing is to be issued by Commander Vislav at 0430 Thompson Standard Time, 20 MAR 2549. All Team Leadership is expected to attend.

ADMIN AND LOGISTICAL INFORMATION: UNSC QRFs in the vicinity of Thompson are unlikely to assist. Covenant units are still common in Thompson in the wake of the Glassing of Estuary. COLE PROTOCOL will likely need to be upheld regardless of observational results on suspected Planetoid. Prepare equip all squads with a basic load of combat equipment upon deployment. Usage of M441 Hornet Remote Explosive System is cleared. Usage of M947 SHIVA Nuclear Delivery System is cleared to the Commanders discretion.

No expected reinforcements. No expected Resupply.
<span class="mu-s">WARNO WARNO WARNO</span>

First quest in 4 years, so have mercy on my wretched soul. Expect OPORD and character introductions 12 hours from now.

The stillness of the void is disrupted by the appearance of a dilapidated cargo vessel, its prow streaming with plumes of fairie-fire from its jump.

Behind it the miraculous tear in space and time that humanity barely understands has already collapsed. Blessedly unwitnessed by human eyes.

Before the hull has even had a chance to cool it crashes into the veil of micro-debris kicked up by the nearby asteroid field, wherein lies its destination.

As thrusters burn to induce the vessel’s drift towards the mining outpost it was so suddenly instructed to divert towards, the scant handful of crew within begin to stir in their cryopods.

None of them know yet that this shuffle of their cargo run is likely to change their lives.

But that is for later, for now there are questions to be answered…

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Greetings and welcome to The Haunting of Ypsilon-14, a One-Shot in the Mothership TTRPG system. This is a very deadly Sci-Fi Horror game, so brace yourselves!

Mothership is a roll-under d100 system. We’ll be doing Bo2 here, to soften the edge just a bit. Generally if you’re rolling dice it’s because you’ve fucked up or haven't planned well enough anyway. Doubles are crits, if they’re above the Stat/Save you’re rolling against then that’s a crit fail. If they’re below, that’s a crit success. Where skills apply, they raise your effective score by +10 for Trained, +15 for Expert, and +20 for Master (you can stack them if you’re clever).

There’s more, but we’ll cover it as we go.

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