CYOA: Fuck Yeah Space #3

Author's Notes: Woo, keeping this thing on-beat and up-to-date! There is still the issue of not many voters (patrons, guys, seriously, come on,  vote!) but I got lucky this time with the two votes happening to match one another. So, we're going with B, adding a point of Submission to Una Thax's rolling personality matrix!

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The woman behind the counter lets out a soft sigh, looking down over her glasses at your downcast eyes and defeated expression as you all but give up on the spot. “Somehow I don’t see you getting far,” she grumbles, chewing the inside of her cheek. She glances behind her, then back to the crew of the ship behind you, all of them swiping their own official documentation and making their ways into the city, eventually leaving you behind with the closed, locked shuttle you smuggled yourself in on.

You fold your arms, casting a forlorn look to the gates leading to the Spired City-Planet of Au Prime, and hold your hand back out for your credfile. “I’ll go find one of the underslums, I guess,” you mumble, dejected.

“Hey, hey now,” the census woman says, a frown curling her own dark violet lips downward. She’s lovely, actually -- nauelli like you, though perhaps a bit taller, her mauve, form-fitting microfiber uniform showing off just enough of her pale blue cleavage to tease, and her violet-black hair tied into a loose bun reminiscent of a teacher, matching her corrective eyeglasses. “Look,” she finally says, her firm voice softening slightly. “Go behind the office and wait by the holoport. My shift ends soon, I’ll... figure out what to do with you then.” She sounds half-impatient and half-nurturing, giving you your credfile back right away and then pointing to where the holoport, whatever that is, is located.

You nod, chewing your lower lip, not sure whether to thank her yet or not as you follow the direction of her finger, slipping just beside the gate into the city and behind the office, into a strange lot. There’s a vast, enclosed, empty space composed of mostly a white, hard material like plastic, though with minimal decorations. A laser-locked door leads to where you can only assume are the main offices, and the lot itself houses a number of strange vehicles, many of which you don’t recognize. At the far end, on the back wall of the lot, are a few strange, lit tubes that it looks like one to three human-sized people could fit inside. They each have a control panel on the side, though they appear to lead nowhere. Nothing immediately appears to be a “holoport,” but you admittedly don’t know what that is. It’s starting to dawn on you just how different life on Au Prime is going to be in comparison to the numbered system where you were raised.

A) Just wait, like she said. You may not know what the holoport is, but you’re pretty sure you’re in the right place. +1 Submission

B) Investigate the strange tubes, and try to figure out what they are. +1 Inquisition

C) The strange tubes are probably the holoports, right? Get inside of one! +1 Naivety

D) Fuck waiting! Leave this place and make your way out into the city. You don’t need any handouts to make your way in the world. +1 Ambition