Captain's log, Month 2, Day 7, Y1Well, today was a new one. Received a tip from an anonymous party that a prisoner is being held against her will in a brothel in Tower of Souls. To be fair, it was not the first time we received such a message, but this one was actually in range of the Airbus, so I had the gals check it out.
Surprisingly, the message was true. A bandit-run brother was keeping an uber gal as the main attraction. Guess the attraction was so good that it attracted an airbus full with other uber gals, harharhar.
The fight was pretty uneventful, or so the gals tell me. The only noteworthy thing is that they recovered a large caliber Magnum gun from one of the bandits. Oh, and the Uber gal. Runts got around 'recruiting' her as soon as they arrived.
In other news, the head brainless actually barged in today screaming something about fire. I was about to panic, but she tossed me a red cannonball. Fucking dweebs. What would have happened if I didn't catch it? Boggles the mind at the lack of foresight.
Day 9IT HAPPENED. IT FINALLY HAPPENED. I told them so many times but noooo, anyone listen to poor ol' Skeleton? Nope they don't. Another signal on the radar, and the dweebs were in full hurry to get there. Didn't even listen to the radar runt when she told them that this one is larger than an airbus. 5 of them ran off, pants in hand, and they dragged a poor mangy mutt along with them.
Fucking surprise!
Guys in personal armor and machineguns were waiting for them. It was a trap, Academy learned their lesson! It was a fucking trap, and two of them were tits out, swinging cattle prods. I hate them SO MUCH.
Tempting Ivy ate a serious shot in the gut which strangely only seemed to enrage her further.
Velvet gloves were off and lethal firepower was employed.
Savage Basilisk didn't care that she was naked, but at least she had the good sense to retreat when outmatched.
Ultimately, it didn't seem that these guys are especially fireproof, so they panicked after being pelted with Molotovs.
In the end, the casualty list for us was short. Only Tempting Ivy looks like she had a bad day, but the brainers say that they'll have to keep her under 'observation' for about 40 days. The good news is that we scored quite a bit of equipment, and Jack was ecstatic, saying that a Runabout is worth quite a bit of money.
The equipment is the good part. Frankly, I started to become a bit concerned about the gals, always running off, bat in hand. I actually had the runts hide some extra guns in the Airbus. Y'know...for emergencies.
DAY 10Today the brainers presented the gal we saved for inspection. She was pretty composed for someone who went through hell.
Other than that, a representative from someone calling themselves "The Mutant Alliance" called. I heard of them, they want to protect mutants and freaks like us from random hate attacks, which I think is a worthy goal...but everyone has an ulterior motive. In any case, they wanted something simple enough. Break up a drunken party of some people they called Humanists, responsible for murder, and summarily execute them.
The gals MOSTLY listened to me when I asked that the humanists be brought back alive. Accidents happen, y'know? We're not hitwomen for hire, and I've no reason to trust anyone selling us a sob story, but oddly enough, seems the Mutant Alliance were not lying about these guys. Nasty pieces of work
Day 10, but later.Okay, this one was....odd. Guy from Jack's town shows up at the door. Says they got good information that there's gonna be a human sacrifice in the jungle soon. I asked how the fuck would he know that, but he just shrugged and said that he doesn't care if we believe or not, it's a favour Jack bestowed on us for selling him the Academy Runabout, and we'd better get a move on before all we get to rescue is a bunch of entrails.
Fucking cryptic mooks. Gals got dressed and left.
The situation was pretty grim. Gals got showered with poisoned darts as soon as they stepped off the airbus, and the natives were in no mood to communicate, negotiate, or otherwise be reasonable. So, gals engaged in the universal language everyone understands, violence. (Fucking hell, I sound like one of those brainers right now.)
I have
got to get rid of those pieces of crap. Gals like them but they're useless.
This one is not much better.
Savage Basilisk being Savage Basilisk. When everything fails, try fire.
Father Rip and Shred is up. When fire fails, try some stabbing?
I have to ask, what the fuck are those natives made of?!?! No less than 14 puncture wounds and still alive?
DISASTER. Savage Basilisk fired the cannon inside. "Sorry boss, I slipped." Fucking idiots. Everyone is wounded. Amazingly enough, no one died, not even Doggo.
This was a horrifying slog. Gals had enough good luck today that no one died, and they came back with the captive in one piece.
As a reward for their good work, I allowed them to have a party. Gal they rescued was pretty 'thankful' too.
I am exhausted, but my plan is almost complete. They will not expect a thing.
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First skirmish against the Guild. Given the fact that the last operation of this time went so well, I only protested mildly at the recklessness.
With about half of the gals confined to 'bed rest' by the brainers, some of the new recruits were taken along. Nothing noteworthy happened.
Academy grunts, armed to the teeth. Hope that cattle prod will help you, Flogging Azura.
Well, what do you know.
Rosy Iria ate some shots to the gut, so she plopped down on the floor and started eating raw meat: "Adrenalin helps rapid healing boss."... I have no words.
SHE RUINED MY CLOTHES, OH HELL NO. 
I think meat eating might be contagious, to be perfectly honest.
Despite my misgiving, it DOES seem to provide rapid healing. Also, that is NOT how you use a sniper rifle, goddamn.
Well, no use in getting rapid healed if YOU'RE JUST GONNA GET SHOT AGAIN. 
This is one of the pictures they sent back. Poor academy flunkie.
