New OP edition.Twitter: https://twitter.com/MercCommandMissed past threads? Catch them here:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=pararescue+witchesOther Quests:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Valkyrian%20Mercs%20Quest (Complete)http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Magical%20Girl%20Hunter%20Quest (Complete)http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=gundam+build+fighters+quest (Complete)http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Cyberpunk%20Idol%20Management%20Quest (Running)http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Endless+Sky+Ace+Combat+Quest (Running)You are Captain WILLIAM PIERCE, a combat rescue officer of the United States Air Force.You had heard how St. Regis Hotel was one of the most upscale hotels in all of Washington DC, and possibly the world, but it was completely different when you were seeing the place with your very own eyes. Fancy chandeliers, stone columns, gilded ceilings, and genuine wood furniture lined the lobby and public spaces of the hotel. As a guy who grew up in a relatively small town and has lived in military barracks for a good deal of time, this level of luxury was simply otherworldly.(cont)
>>36632437You take a look at the rest of your squadron. Rex, Hoskins, and Snips were equally wowed, but the witches, save for Laika, were a bit more restrained. When you think about it, they were probably a bit more used to places like this than you were."Pretty nice place, huh?" You say to Janice."Hmmmmm, I think I've seen better." Janice grins and winks at you.You're not sure if she's being serious or not.After checking in at the front the desk, the concierge hands you a pair of keycards."Your room will be the Presidential Suite on the top floor." He says simply.Wait, what. That can't be right. That was the best room in the hotel!>Just roll with it. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.>Obviously there has to be some kind of mistake.>Other
>>36632445>>Just roll with it. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.
Best time of the day
>>36632445>Just roll with it. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.The Emperor Provides.
>>36632445>Just roll with it. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.Not a word.
>>36632445>Just roll with it. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.
>>36632445>>Just roll with it. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.>>otherPut laika on shoulder
>>36632445>Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.
>>36632445>>Just roll with it. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.We have the most fucking suicidal job on the planet. Enjoy the vacation while it lasts.
>>36632445>Just roll with it. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.MEANWHILE!
>>36632445>>Just roll with it. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.....Holeee sheet.And to open the day, have some happiness.
>>36632495>put Laika on shoulders facing backwards>eat out daughteru
>>36632557No. Bad anon.Daughteru is not for lewding.
>>36632551>Goose, Laika, MerlinWho's the fourth one?
>>36632445>Obviously there has to be some kind of mistake.Ooh boy, PJ's the only good thing this stormy weather
>>36632586That clearly Wendy.
>>36632551Wendy does not belong....She is for lewding. But nice picture
>>36632599>not for lewds>WendyU wot m8?WENDYAIFU
>>36632621No, Wendy is Ice's imouto. You never fuck Imoutos.
>>36632557this sounds like a great idealet's eat out a Russian kid for AMERICA
>>36632621Well, at least you won't find me draw lewd about her. Accidental lewd is still fair play.And uh, some veterans here.Yeah, this is not how community service sentence work. But roll with it anyway.
>>36632679oh god yes!
>>36632650unless you do both at the same time
>>36632650>never fuck imouto>he doesn't remember incest chicken
>>36632679>>36632551BASED. MANGA. FAG.Now waiting for Shitscribbler to do some more of his own.
>>36632670No!!! Laika's too pure to do lewd things to! Not to mention she's like 12 and I'm sure Pierce doesn't wanna end up in jail...
>>36632679Young will have no problem!
>>36632445>inb4 they assumed Laika was our Daughteru
>>36632728we must learn all of their secrets
>>36632679What if Wendy is imagining the lewds.I was going to request Wendy imagining Frank stuffing money down her shirt to a deculture drawthread but 4chan has been going wacky these past few daysThey cut off my jets and my idols (Wonderful Rin adventures) I hope they do not cut off the PJs
>>36632776But she's not like Lilly's buttocks anon.
>>36632714That will require a lot of rope, more than we could realistically obtain.>>36632718Zesty What-now?
>>36632679Young has survive martian attack, undersexed witches, stupid bureaucrat and his children teenage phase.A bunny won't stop him.
>>36632835>Dat right hookTypical Young.
>>36632807all cripples have the wisdom of the universe hidden in their buttox
>>36632865Explain Shizune then
>>36632835I wanted to hit those fuckers for soooo long
>>36632835I believe every player wished they can do this.Less problem to take care.To be continued... but then i realize Christmas is come near and i need to think something for Christmas.So yeah,this arc will postponed for some time.
>>36632887She's auditorily crippled.
>>36632835Did they turn or just gotten to wear the masks?and why would they wear it if their not scared.I can only imagine the horror if Frank were to partake in this.That Chick robot might very well take her for her own.
>>36632938Duct tape: The answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything.
>>36632820Young and Robin?
>>36632963The animatronic wont bother if you wear mask (well, most of them), and they figured it better to just wear it.
>>36632445You decide to just roll with it and not look a gift horse in the mouth. Besides, you figure if the Emperor is footing the bill, he wouldn't settle for anything less than the best."Thank you." You say, snatching the keycards and pocket them. You're not sure how tipping works in a place like this, but you give the man a small stack of dollar bills."We'll be heading up first, then! Janice says to the rest of the squadron as she takes charge of Laika's wheelchair and heads for the elevator. You follow closely behind. As you move deeper into the building, you can see many well dressed men and women, no doubt foreign dignitaries or politicians. However, you do see a number of officers, but nothing lower than a colonel. And the security. Dear god, the security. You swear there's a suited man with dark glasses and earpieces for literally every square foot of the building. Understandable, since there were lots of VIPs and there was a war going on, too.Janice, for her part, didn't seem phased at all, and just strode casually through the other hotel patrons, giving a cheerful smile or nod to whoever looked your way. "You seem awfully calm about all this." You say. "Oh, well, you go to one formal gathering with our parents, and you've been to them all." Janice chuckles. "As long as you don't give them impression you're out of place, nobody will bother you!""I'll keep that in mind."Hell, even the elevator was fancy as hell, with gilded doors and a shiny wood interior. You hit the button for the top floor."So are all hotels in America like this?" Laika asks, excited."No, they are not." You sigh. "We just got really lucky and got a very nice one."And then with a ding, the elevator doors open to reveal four men in full combat gear and armed to the teeth.>TAKE COVER>Just stay very, very calm.>Other
>>36633013>Just stay very, very calm."Gentlemen."
>>36632938God bless duct tape. One of two answers to all of lives problems >>36633013>OtherGentlemen!
>>36633013>>Just stay very, very calm.Now begins a very intense staring contest.
>>36633013>>Just stay very, very calm."..your safety is off"
>>36632835>>36632938>Mack once killed a Martian by bashing its head in with a helmet>Bishop is a Marine Gunney>Young is Young>all of them vs FreddyThis gun be gud
>>36633013>Just stay very, very calm.
>>36633013>>Just stay very, very calm."Mentlegen."
>>36633013>>Just stay very, very calm.Remember, no Russian.
>>36633013>>Other>Bridal carry Janice to the Presidential Suite and glare at anyone who tries to get in our way.
>>36633013>Just stay very, very calm."Seriously guys, going around in full combat gear is just asking for a VIP to get a heart attack."
>>36633013>>Just stay very, very calm.
>>36633013>Just stay very, very calm.And very quiet. Security men, as a rule, have no sense of humor at all.
>>36633066If it Fronk with Konstantina, it'll ended with at least a broken bone.>>36633051Eh, having them straight out murdering the bots kinda boring, so it'll about them making the best of their shitty shift.Beside, we know its the ladies who are more bloodthirsty....
>>36632939Well, okay then.>>36632938TAPE ALL THE BOXES>>36633013>Just stay very, very calm.POSE A TEAM, COZ things are as normal as they can be.
>>36633013>Just stay very, very calm."Gentlemen. Which floor?"
>>36632778>They cut off my jets and my idols (Wonderful Rin adventures)damn you moot.I demand continuation of Rin's Radical Raids on the next cyberidols session.
So...Janice wearing an Open Chest Sweater. Yes or No?
>>36633273I am 50/50 on this so have a Sniper Wolf!
>>36633273shes wearing it.laikas wearing one too many staring in envy.
>>36633293Janice wears it, chibi-Laika is between her breasts.
>>36633273I swear that we're going to be seeing these kinds of sweaters for a while.
>>36633013"Gentlemen." You say very simply, trying to stay calm. "It appears that I am several under-dressed for this occasion.The four men just stare wordlessly at you and you star back at them for a few brief seconds, up until one of them starts laughing."Goddamnit, Taco." Lex sighs as he pulls down his balaclava. "Ruining everything like always."I'm sorry!" Taco snickers. "I just didn't expect him to stay calm like that!""So, what the hell brings Spectre team to DC?" You grin, fist bumping Lex. "I figured you guys would still be in Europe slotting Ivans.""That's what we were doing, yeah." Lex laughs. "But you know, the President decides to host this big international shindig here in DC, and they wanted to pull in extra security due to what went down in Paris.""Paris?" You raise an eyebrow. "Ah well, the bossman can explain that stuff to you. We're just here to guard the door.""What? Anderson's here too?" You blink."Yep. Personally requested that he be in charge of your security detail." Lex nods. "Congrats on the medal, by the way.""Thanks.""Who's the kid?" Beagle says as she squats in front font of Laika's wheelchair. "Awwww, she' as cute as a button!" >New addition to our squadron.>Just a civvie we're babysitting.>Where's Anderson?>Other
>>36633453>New addition to our squadron.>Where's Anderson?
>>36633453>>Where's Anderson?Let's keep our stories straight.
>>36633453>>New addition to our squadron.>>Othermy daughteru
>>36633453>New addition to our squadron.
>>36633453>New addition to our squadron.I'm not really comfortable calling Laika our daughter, what with her parents being dead and all. Seems kinda grim.
>>36633453>Other"Apparently once you start dating a witch, little girls just start magically falling out of the sky around you."
>>36633453>New addition to our squadron.Kinda?>Where's Anderson?Really need to meet up with him again.
>>36633453I am just waiting for someone to get all macho and Laika busting out the "I can shoot you with my brain" line
>>36633453>>New addition to our squadron.Laika, say hi to the scary but very nice uncles.>>Where's Anderson?
>>36633486Let's fuck with them with this
>>36632938>To be continued... but then i realize Christmas is come near and i need to think something for Christmas.I can imagine one out of two ideas that might come out of this. Reaction panels of each girl with Frank under the mistletoe.From awkward, cute, sexy, and 'OMG, That is not what it is used for!' or The sharks gives Frank a santa's hat for his Ghost of Christmas presents outfit. Little doe he know that the small puff ball at the end of the hat opens up to reveal a Mistletoe via remote activation which the twins charge money to pull the trigger.
>>36633453"Guys, this is Laika, a new addition to the squadron." You say simply. "Support role, obviously.""Better not be pulling our legs." Kilroy wisecracks."Kilrooooooy!" Lex grunts as smacks his subordinate on the back of the head. "No tact, I fucking swear.""Don't worry, I thought it was kinda funny!" Laika giggles."See? The kid likes it!" "Shut up. Any more leg puns and I'm throwing you off the roof.""Anyways, it's great seeing you guys again and all, but where's Anderson?" You ask."Oh, he's waiting for you in the room." Lex points his thumb at the door down the hall."He's already in our hotel room?" You raise an eyebrow."Hey, we were seeing how easy it is to break into a room here. Turns out it's laughably easy, so I guess you should feel good that Delta Force has got your back!""Um, thanks?" You shake your head. "Keep up the good work, then.""It's so nice to see some more familiar faces!" Janice says happily as you leave the four eccentric Deltas behind."Yeah, I guess, but whenever Anderson is involved, I get the feeling that there's always something going on behind the scenes." You sigh.You open up the door to your room and see Colonel Anderson of USSOCOM, lounging in one of the room's very comfy looking chairs."Ah! Captain Pierce! I was wondering when you'd arrive." Anderson grins. "Come, sit down! I see you've brought Laika with you, too."You don't recall ever telling him her name.>Just play along with it for now.>Ask how he knows about Laika.>Other
>>36633773>>Just play along with it for now.Plausible deniability for everyone!
>>36633773>Ask how he knows about Laika.I didn't know our little girl was famous.
>>36633773>>Just play along with it for now.just assume he knows
>>36633773>Just play along with it for now.Either he's got an earpiece and heard it over the radios from the team at the elevator, or our secret's been compromised.
>>36633773>Ask how he knows about Laika.So how long?Non-hostile and all that. Really I'm not surprised at all.
>>36633773>Just play along with it for now.
>>36633773>Ask how he knows about Laika.
>>36633773>>Just play along with it for now.Hopefully Laika has a coverstory made up.
>>36633773>Ask how he knows about Laika.Bought time now they can take her off our hands.
>>36633773>>Ask how he knows about Laika.>>36633692Hmmm...
>>36633773>Ask how he knows about Laika.If anyone truly believes we pulled the wool over anyone, I'm going to laugh.
>>36633773>>Just play along with it for now.I'd honestly be shocked if he DIDN'T know who Laika was by now.
>>36633897Our daughter? Yes! Clearly everyone should know!
>>36633872>AwkwardSlider>CuteIce, Merlin (kiss on the cheek), Wendy, Konstantina >SexyKatya >"OMG THAT IS NOT HOW YOU USED THAT!'Bridgette and Psycomoto
>>36633922>Bridgette and PsycomotoI can see them fighting to the death over Frank
>>36633964I could see the two of them agreeing to share and then fighting off all comers.
>>36633964I imaging them just jumping Frank and Psycomoto can say she does not know American customs and plead ignorance as she jumps his bones
>>36633964>game of capture the Fronk
>>36633773>>Just play along with it for now.Pierce will not be rustled this day.
>>36633453Oh hey Taconic is part of the crew now. I read it in his voice.
>>36633773>Just play along with it for now.I SENSE A DISTURBANCE IN THE CONTACT LINES
>>36633915In all seriousness, she's the freakin' white butterfly, the soviet's response to Frank Bishop (poor response I know) there is no way in hell USSOCOM colonel in charge of security wouldn't know about her staying in the hotel. I know America's intelligence services aren't quite up to snuff compared to the KGB in this setting, but come on.
>>36633773You decide to just play along for now. After all, Anderson had lots of ears everywhere. It wouldn't surprise you if he had simply just been keeping tabs on you and your squadron roster. Besides, you trust him enough not to stab you in the back, at least not without warning you first."Anderson, it's been far too long." You grin. "How have things been going on your end of the world?""Oh, fairly well. We've mostly secured Poland and now we're gearing up for the Big Push." Anderson grins. "Though I hear the Pacific has been going rather well, thanks to you.">I was just doing my job.>I don't think I made THAT much of a difference.>It wasn't easy, I'll tell you that.>Other
>>36633396>Alice in an open chest sweaterTake my mobile suit man.
>>36634163>>I was just doing my job.
>>36634163>It wasn't easy, I'll tell you that.
>>36634163>I was just doing my job.>I don't think I made THAT much of a difference.At least we keep the people who REALLY make a difference alive, I give you that.
>>36634163>It wasn't easy, I'll tell you that.6 freaking Overlords.
>>36634163>I was just doing my job.>I don't think I made THAT much of a difference.
>>36634104oh the intel agencies know.the briefing we got in sw89 last week directly referenced laika as a russian defector.They know but the agencies are willing to let the charade continue, for now.
>>36634163>I was just doing my job.
>>36634163>>I was just doing my job.>>I don't think I made THAT much of a difference.
>>36634163>>I don't think I made THAT much of a difference.
Just want to say that I think this is a really cool concept.
>>36634191>WE KEEP TELLING THOSE ARMCHAIR GENERALS WE NEED FUNDING FOR A COUNTERMEASURE TO THE OVERLORDS BUT NOOOOOO>WE COULD'VE FIELDED THESE BAD BOYS BY NOW
>>36634224What is bro?
>>36634230Just saying, that thing looks stupid.
>>36634163>>I was just doing my job.>>It wasn't easy, I'll tell you that.6 overlords.Twice watching a witch you've been sent to evac nearly die.Fucking,Raikov.A picnic, it was not.
>>36634230I imagine Jake will visit Fronk and Rex and jokingly said if they can help him with armor.And Merlin with Sokolov will produce... that. Or something better.
>>36634266>Nearly dieYeah all those living witches. Hopefully one will die soon.
>>36634258I know man. But I couldn't find a picture of the Assault Guntank, so I had to make do with it's... close... Zeon counterpart.>>36634268That is, if Sokolov doesn't decide to develop Psycoframe-equipped Abrams tanks first.
>>36634268Something better. That thing looks like crap.
>>36634258>Dissing the HidolfrI may be partially fedfag, but no>>36634304Have pride in the Hidolfr!
>>36634163>I was just doing my job.>It wasn't easy, I'll tell you that.
>>36634306In MA mode it looked less goofy IMO.
>>36634333>fellow spacenoidWorry not, comrade. If they did manage to fix some of the inadequacies of the prototype, the Hildolfr will show its full potential.Unless they focus on the Rhinoceros Zaku...
>>36634304>>36634333Just a fan of the AC "tank legs" more than Gundam.
>>36634361Call me old fashioned, but if you're going for treads, just make it a tank and not some 50/50 abomination.
>>36634411Probably the only decent MA the feds deployed during the OYW.>>36634390Well, AC does have a way with its weapons.>>36634396Like this pic anon?
>>36634445Still a little goofy, but acceptable.
>>36634445Need to be bigger.
>>36634445You did not just diss the GM family.You EPECIALLY did not diss the GM Sniper II.
>>36634445fuckers had flamethrowers!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ReXRmB78cp0>>36634478Mobile ARMOR annon!
>>36634445>>36634478Alright, keep the Gundam bullshit in >>>/m/
>>36634478MA. not MS
>>36634478Dude, i said MA, not MS.>>36634474BUT CAN IT FLY?!>>36634473At least it can jump
>>36634507look out guys its captain buzz kill!
>>36634502I feel sorry for the poor sods who had to drive Magella Attack and Magella Eins units against those three.
>>36634163"I was just doing my job." You laugh. "But I don't think I made THAT much of a difference.""No, only saving the people who did." Anderson smiles. "He does have a point." Janice nods."Okay, I'll give you that." You say. You see Laika silently wave her arms at you, and getting the cue, pick up from her wheelchair and plop her down on your lap. "Anyways, what brings you back to the States? I didn't think they'd resort to using Deltas as security detail.""Normally, I'd agree with you." Anderson nods. "But these are special circumstances.""Special?" You frown. "Is this about Paris?""That's part of it, yes." Anderson nods."What the hell happened there?""Basically, we uncovered a Russian plot to carry out mass, coordinated assassinations of high level NATO officers." Anderson sighed. "Thankfully, the French managed to foil the plot in time, but they came damn close in some cases. If I remember correctly, Frank Bishop himself narrowly escaped.""And our government doesn't want a repeat of that.""Exactly. With all these high level VIPs coming in, the President himself ordered the DoD to start pulling in additional assets. We've got not only Deltas, but SEALs, Green Berets, Marine Force Recon, hell, we even have a couple of battalions of Rangers in reserve just across the Potomac in case things get REALLY hairy.""All for a medal ceremony?" You blink."Well, not quite. It's just very conveniently timed."Ah, this was typical Anderson. He wanted to tell you something he really shouldn't, so instead of being blunt he dangled the thread in front of you for you to take.>What aren't you telling me, Anderson?>Actually, I'd prefer not to know.>Other
>>36634478>>36634517Also, the only decent GM Sniper II was the White Dingo custom.
>>36634591>What aren't you telling me, Anderson?
>>36634591>>What aren't you telling me, Anderson?
>>36634591>What aren't you telling me, Anderson?Hey, he's allowing us open speech. At least he trusts us enough to let SOME info slip.
>>36634591>What aren't you telling me, Anderson?Can't resist
>>36634591>>Other>>There's another party going on?If he wants to be circumspect, it's only polite to respond in kind.
>>36634591>>Actually, I'd prefer not to know.Nonono, fuck this. We're not here for work. Just medals and some R&R.
>>36634591>>>What aren't you telling me, Anderson?Poke the mystery box
>>36634591>>Actually, I'd prefer not to know.FUCK THIS SHIT NIGGA
>>36634650>There's another party going on?OONTZ OONTZ OONTZ
>>36634650I like this, play the spook's game.
and then assassins!
>>36634591>What aren't you telling me, Anderson?PUSH BUTTONZ
>>36634748Laika mark sexy.. put the gun down.. or no more piggy back rides!
>>36634591>Other"Oh, Anderson, you did all this just to make sure my wedding went smoothly? You really shouldn't have."
>>36634748I always liked the haven troopers
>>36634767Actually, what if we gave her legs that can do the things those FROGS can do?
>>36634767She goes to work for uncle Ocelot's PMC corp?
>>36634748AND THEN THE SCARLET-CLASS DESTROYERS COME IN AND DESTROY EVERYTHING
>>36634817that's it send in big boss's sister!
>>36634748My list is officially increased:get Spiegel, Maman and Tarin in Haven Troopers outfit.
>>36634833I'd relearn the basics of CQC with her, if you know what I mean.>>36634835Can you super sentai a witch too, Mangafag?
>>36634748soon MGO will live again!
>>36634858Random sentai uniform or from particular series?
>>36634906Hmm, now that you mentioned it:>Ice in a Blue Swallow (Jetman) outfit>Slider as Gokai Red>Katya is White Tiger Ranger>Kimiko as Pink 5>Merlin as JET ICARUSANY SUGGESTIONS OR ALTERATIONS ARE FINE THANK YOU VERY MUCH
>>36634748>>36634799Updated objective: Get Laika new legs so she can grow up to be sorta like a FROG
>>36634970Bridgette is Black and Psycomoto is silver
>>36634906what else but jetman
>>36634991Just wait till Alium War 2, then Putin will give her legs free of charge.
>>36634970>ANY SUGGESTIONS OR ALTERATIONS ARE FINELol, Dinaranger?nope, i just kidding about dinaranger.
>>36634991>FROG LaikaBut can we keep the HHNNGG?>>36634994Question is, which particular Black and Silver?Because Kimiko nee-sama as Gokai Silver would be 50 shades of hilarious.
>>36635039>DinarangerOh u.Seriously though, surprise us Mangafag. Showa sentai or Heisei Sentai is fine.>>36635027For you my fellow fan.>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wkJBrCW6FQ8
>>36634591"Is there another party going on?" You raise an eyebrow."Sharp as always." Anderson chuckles. "In fact, there is. It's not confirmed, but scuttlebutt is that the Chinese have secretly sent an envoy to Washington to negotiate an end to, in their words, 'the Korean conflict'."You note that Anderson said "negotiate an end", not surrender. That seemed to be the appropriately Asian way to say things. Of course a country so concerned with saving face would never admit to actually surrendering."I take it that's why the Emperor is here?""Among other things." Anderson nods. "Though honestly, I think he came just because he wanted to see the city. It's his first time here, after all.""Yeah, I can see that." You chuckle."So, does that mean the war will be over?" Laika asks."At least between us and China." You nod. "No way the Russians are going to take that lying down.""Which is why negotiations are being carried out in secret." Anderson says. "But hey, there's a light at the end of the tunnel, unlike in Europe and the Middle East.""I suppose." You nod. "Anything special I need to know?""Just keep a low profile and have fun." Anderson grins. "Spectre Team will make sure your trip will be nice and safe, so don't worry. Anyways, I should be going."Anderson then gets up from his seat and puts on his officer cap. "You three have fun, but not too much fun. We've still got a war to win, you know.""Take care, Anderson." You salute."I hope we'll see each other again soon!" Janice waves."Bye!" Laika waves cheerfully."Well, we have a big day tomorrow." Janice turns to you once Anderson leaves. "Perhaps we should turn in for the night?">Yeah, let's get some rest.>I want to check if the others have gotten settled in yet.>Other
>>36635108>Yeah, let's get some rest.
>>36635108>>Yeah, let's get some rest.
>>36635108>>I want to check if the others have gotten settled in yet.let janice and laika have some ladies bonding time.order up ice cream to the room for them
>>36635108>Yeah, let's get some restEurope or Middle East
>>36635108>>I want to check if the others have gotten settled in yet.Let's see how the rest of the squaddies are dealing with five star swank.
>>36635108>I want to check if the others have gotten settled in yet.THE NIGHT IS YOUNG, MY FRIEND!>scuttlebutt is that the Chinese have secretly sent an envoy to Washington to negotiate an end to, in their words, 'the Korean conflict'.So does this mean we're finally gonna get our beloved MAMMOTH TANKS WITH RAILGUN UPGRADES??
>>36635160>Mexican RedMexican Cirno says hi.>www.youtube.com/watch?v=fT-QcrYYelY
>>36635108>>I want to check if the others have gotten settled in yet.
>>36635149I like this ideaOrder ice cream and see if the front desk has any movies, go check on everyone else, and come back and fall asleep to ice cream and silly movies
>>36635204I didn't know I needed this very situational image
>>36635238How long did you have that pic, anon? How long were you waiting to use it?
>>36635238Too bad it's neither Cirno de Mayo nor THE STRONGEST DAY.But eh, have some more Mexican Cirno.
Meanwhile Ocelot is spying on us with his team
>>36635266Apparently 2 months agoI only remembered it because I named it "situational image"
>>36635296>Uncle Kitty with his SELF-ESTEEM TEAMCome back when you've got those dual Matebas. And then we'll talk.
>>36635233>>36635149Goddamnit people. Laika's probably never had ice cream before. Do you know what this means? It means that her carefully prepared diet made and designed by military specialist will be thrown off track by a combination of sugar, rainbows, and artificial flavoring. She won't be able to go to sleep for HOURS!
>>36635362I don't have that pic!
>>36635149yes give her the ice cream
>>36635374OH GOD NO!
>>36635374sugar rush=sugar crashshe'll have fun with a nice movie, then she'll pass out afterwards>>36635394give her the chocolate?
>>36635374All the more reason to give her some.
>>36635419and rub it all over her legsoh wait
>>36635394>>36635419Laika cosplaying as Emi, anyone? YES I KNOW IT'S HANAKO'S SCHTICK WHAT ARE YOU SAYING
>>36635374>artificial flavoring.not for the ice cream here in the St Regris~
>>36635563>Laika EmiI guess she wants to try anal?
>>36635563We'll need to introduce her to lemons first.
>>36635684>>36635644Dammit anons, those are two things about Emi I don't want to remember anymore...Can we all agree that Laika could copy Emi's pout?
>>36635739and she will be a slut, yes
>>36635419>>36635446You guys are terrible. At this rate she'll never be a lean mean imouto machine.
>>36635739>suddenly, Pierce has an overwhelming urge to put Laika in twintails>>36635752pump your brakes
>>36635108"Yeah, I think we should get some rest for the night." You say. "How about you take Laika to get cleaned up?""That's a good idea!" Janice says, picking up Laika from your lap. "Come on, Laika, time for your bath!""Awwww, okay." Laika says, her enthusiasm suddenly draining away. As Janice carries Laika away to the bathroom, you quietly make your way over to the phone and dial room service, and order up bowl of ice cream just for Laika. You're not sure what flavor she likes, so you decide to cover your bases and order three big scoops of the main ones: vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry. You tell them to deliver it in about half an hour, to time it when Laika's bath would be over. In the meantime, you head to you own bathroom and take a quick shower to wipe all the sweat, grime, and associated smells you pick up when you get stuck in a big yet transport with scores of other human beings.You manage to finish a few minutes before Laika and Janice, taking a seat in the living room just as the bathrobe clad Janice and Laika enter, with Janice fussing about trying to get Laika's hair completely dry. "Nnnnnnng, that hurts!" Laika whines."Well, we can't have you running around with damp hair!" Janice tuts. "You'll catch a cold!"And at that moment, you hear a knock on your door. "I'll get it." You say, bounding towards the door an greeting the rather frazzled looking waiter. No doubt Lex and his boys gave him a thorough security sweep. You give him a big tip for the trouble and take the bowl of ice cream from him."Hey, Laika, to celebrate your first day in America..." You grin as you set down the bowl in front of her. "Let's have some ice cream!""Oooooh." Laika grabs a spoonful and takes a bite.......(cont)
>>36635752>And then there's this dude
>>36635797About an hour later, Laika had FINALLY passed out from the sugar rush. "Oh dear, she moves very quick for a girl with no legs." Janice sighs. "Though we'd never be able to catch her." You sigh, wiping fresh sweat off your brow. Looks like you were going to have to take another shower again."Goddamn, I swear that was rougher than boot." Lex pants."Hey, thanks for the help, man. Who knows what would've happened if she got out."No problem. It's our job to protect the people, you know." Lex winks and slowly limps back out to the hall.Well, now there was the question of what to do with this little hellion...>Let her have her own bed.>Let her sleep with you and Janice.>Other
>>36635809>>Let her have her own bed.She'd be in the way for what comes next.
>>36635809>>Let her have her own bed.For tonight.Janice and Pierce time.
>>36635809>>OtherHave her sleep in the middle between us.
>>36635809>Let her sleep with you and Janice.Family time!
>>36635809>Let her sleep with you and Janice.
>>36635809>>Let her have her own bed.
>>36635765>FIGHT OF THE WEEK! ORE WO TWINTAILS MATCH BETWEEN LAIKA AND EMI!!!>>36635809>Let her sleep with you and Janice.... HNNNGGGGFAMILY TIMES TO BE HAD BY ALL
>>36635809>Let her sleep with you and Janice.We can find some alone time laterhappy family time~
>>36635809>>Let her sleep with you and Janice.
>>36635809>Let her have her own bed.
>>36635809>>Let her sleep with you and Janice.Kinkytimes later.
>>36635809>>Let her have her own bed.I assume she'd prefer this option.
>>36635882more like never.We have two days and its easier to bring her to sleep with us the next day rather than asking her to sleep on her own on the following day.Besides shes asleep now. Try this tomorrow and she may be awake and may start peeking.
>>36635809>Let her sleep with you and Janice.Suicide by cuteness is the best way to go.
Rolled 1 (1d2)>>366358091: Let her have her own bed.2: Let her sleep with you and Janice.
>>36635906And here I thought we agreed to make a little brother or sister for Laika so she won't be alone.
>>36635909>HERE LIES MEDAL OF HONOR AWARDEE PIERCE, A HERO WHO DIED AS HE LIVED, LIVED FOR THE MOE, DIED FOR THE MOE
>>36635944After the war, fluff, after the war.INAFTER DEATHFLAGS HUE
>>36635909I knew she was weaponized moe
>>36635944>knocking up a witch in the middle of a warthere HAS to be some sort of military regulation against this
>>36635809>>Let her sleep with you and Janice.Do lewds anyway! hahaha
>>36635988There were allegedly horrific consequences for it in Original Recipe SWQ.
>>36635988You mean, before or after Young's trysts?
>>36635977Together with Wendy and Merlin?
>>36635944there are more orphans to adoptJan might just start a charity/non-profit....
>>36636029combined we are all fucked
>>36636038So pierce and Janice are now the SWQ-verse's version of Pitt/Jolie.Good to know.
>>36636073Now I'm sad that Merc didn't use Laika's Russian-ness to talk like her
>>36635963 If we wind up having some pineapple salad, I would rather like to leave behind someone for Janice to remember us by. >>36635988Not so sure about that.>>36636038Yes, it is nice to adopt, but making one is good too.
>>36636105Give her a trinket!>I am not so fond of Mobile Ar-- err, Pararescuemen!
OKAY GUYS QUICK SURVEYDrawfags making genderbent SW89/PJ89 witches, y/n?
>>36636199nif you must, draw the Bishop brothers in a flex-off to try (in vain) and impress their dates
>>36636199N.The only acceptable dicks are futas.
>>36636199Yes. As long as they're in things and their "equipment" is proportional to their female counterparts.
>>36636199Only if we see Genderbent Fronk and Pierce.
>>36636222>thingsI meant Thongs. Obviously.
>>36636199Ah, what the hell. Rule 63 time.
>>36636199N.N.N.N.N.Please, no dickwitches, got enough of that shit in SWQ fapfics.
>>36636199NMake the males into females
>>36636258>>36636247>>36636219>>36636218>ALL THEM NEGATIVE WAVESI guess this means people prefer genderbent Bishop Brothers/Pierce, eh?
>>36636279genderbent =/= futaFuta's good though.
>>36636279It's Men with dicks, anon, not futa. Very different.
>>36636199I personally want to see actual pictures of Frank and Pierce with their faces, not what they look like in women form
>>36636199NWe may call everyone a faggot anon. But we're not actually gay.
>>36636295No, I'm saying I don't want 'Male witches'.I want FutaWitches.Tits and dicks.
>>36635809"Well, I guess we don't have to worry about putting her to bed." You crack a grin."I suppose not." Janice sighs and kisses you on the cheek. "I'm too tired to even think about doing anything else tonight." With that, you carry Laika to you bed and set her down gently in the center, and both you and Janice get tucked in for the night. However, you do notice that even when completely unconscious, Laika still seems to instinctively snuggle up against Janice's chest, blocking you from doing the same. Damn little scamp. You just sigh and close your eyes. ...You wake up the next morning to see Janice and Laika still fast asleep and clutching each other tightly. You smile at the sight and pinch both of their cheeks."Rise and shine, ladies. It's time to get up.""Aaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwww." Both Janice and Laika groan. "Five more minutes.""Nope. We're going to be late for breakfast." You tut, pulling off the covers to further 'encourage' them to get up."Meanie." Janice pouts as she sits up and rubs her eyes."Yeah. Meanie." Laika sticks her tongue out at you.Honestly...(cont)
>>36636199YAs long as *Everyone* is genderbent. Including the men.
>>36636323Of course, the dining hall was just as splendid and fancy as you thought it would be, with long, elegant wood tables and fine silverware. The food itself was just high class versions of regular breakfast. You yourself get a ribeye with real scrambled eggs. Boy you could get used to this. Slowly and surely, the rest of your squadron begins to file in."So, we'll be going to the National Air and Space Museum today." Janice reminds you. "So it's just going to be us and Laika, unless you want to ask someone to come along."Hm, if you remember correctly, pretty much everybody else already had their own plans. Red was going with Ugly and his sister to see some of their relatives down in Virginia. Tarin was... well, you weren't sure what she was doing, since she never mentioned it. Hoskins and Snips were also going to be seeing relatives. Jetstream and Euclid were going to be accompanying the Emperor on his capital tour, since they were members of the royal court. Ghost and Rex were also going out to see the sights. Nungesser and Bullseye actually haven't returned yet. Normally, you'd be concerned, but with Nungesser in the picture, you felt you had no reason to worry.>Nah, I think we're good.>Maybe we can as someone to come along with us. (specify)>Other
>>36636321Futa is bad to. Just leave em like they are.
>>36636321Futa is shit.
>>36636323>You wake up the next morning to see Janice and Laika still fast asleep and clutching each other tightly. You smile at the sight and pinch both of their cheeks.>"Rise and shine, ladies. It's time to get up.">"Aaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwww." Both Janice and Laika groan. "Five more minutes.">"Nope. We're going to be late for breakfast." You tut, pulling off the covers to further 'encourage' them to get up.>"Meanie." Janice pouts as she sits up and rubs her eyes.>"Yeah. Meanie." Laika sticks her tongue out at you.THE CUTENESS IS OVER CRITICAL LEVELS!!!
>>36636335>Nah, I think we're good.WE are the best family Ever.
>>36636335>>Maybe we can as someone to come along with us. (specify)How about Ugly and his sister. We've scarcely gotten to know those two.
>>36636199I hate you. >>36636335>Nah, I think we're good.
>>36636335>>Nah, I think we're good.Just for the record, i am not interested with f-to-m genderbent.But >>36636305has some point...
>>36636335>>Nah, I think we're good.
>>36636335>Maybe we can as someone to come along with us. (specify)THE EMPRAH (of Nipon)
>>36636335>>Nah, I think we're good.Should we drag tarin in to be big sister?
>>36636335>Nah, I think we're good.It's a family trip, ooh boy!Heart-breaking/heart-warming tears optional
>>36636335>Nah, I think we're good.
>>36636335>Nah, I think we're good.family trip
>>36636335>>Nah, I think we're good.FAMILY TRIP
>>36636335>Nah, I think we're good.This is a FAMILY trip.
>>36636335>Red was going with Ugly and his sister to see some of their relatives down in Virginia.RED X UGLY OTP
>>36636335>>Maybe we can as someone to come along with us. (Tarin)
I swear to the Hakurei Gods, if this trip doesn't involve heart-warming tears, I'll---
>>36636335>>Maybe we can as someone to come along with us. (specify)Ask what Tarin is doing. If she's free, get her to come with.
>>36636413NEIN.Red x Raikov
>>36636413That's fine by me.
>>36636413I'm cool with that.
>>36636335>Maybe we can as someone to come along with us. (specify)Tarin
>>36636335"Nah, I think we're fine on our own." You say."All right!" Janice nods. "Let's get this finished up and we'll be on our way!"After the three of you finish breakfast, you give a nod to the remaining squadron members as you walk out. There, a cab is already waiting to take you to the museum. The three of you pile into the backseat, though Laika insists on sitting on your lap so she can get a good view out the window.To tell the truth, Washington DC was a bit... underwhelming to you. Maybe it's because of the lack of skyscrapers or other large buildings, but from a distance, the city always seemed rather humble. However, up close, you realize it's anything but. The streets are lined with statues, memorials, and old stone structures, some of which stood here since the nation's founding. This wasn't so much a city as it was massive work of art. What you also notice is the heightened security. At nearly ever major intersection, you see at least a team of police officers patrolling the area, while most of the major buildings and landmarks have armed National Guardsmen standing guard. You even catch sight of several camouflaged SAM sites. They were sparing no expense, apparently. Finally, you reach the crown jewel of DC, the National Mall, the center of DC, and the country as a whole. "Oh, is that a swimming pool!?" Laika points to the famous Reflecting Pool. "No, it's not." You chuckle. "Awwww. That's dumb." Laika frowns.Finally, you reach the National Air and Space Museum, a rather modern looking structure among a city full of antiques. Janice takes the lead here, and just waltzes straight through the door. None of the guards or staff even bat an eye. It was nice to have connections.As you walk in, you grab a brochure and give it a quick scan, trying to figure out where to go first.>Apollo to the Moon>Milestones of Flight>Martian War >Modern Flight
>>36636652>>Milestones of FlightFROM THE BEGINNING
>>36636652>Apollo to the MoonMOOOOOOOOOON!
>>36636652>Apollo to the MoonIts time for space
Rolled 6 (1d20)>>36636652>>Milestones of FlightCheck out the Wright Bros' plane.
>>36636652>Martian WarSPOILERS! SPOOOOOOOIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLEERRS!!!!
>>36636652>>Milestones of Flight
>>36636652>Apollo to the MoonSo how about our WITCHES IN THE JOVIAN SPHERE program? Paptimus Scirocco ain't gonna give birth to himself you know.
>>36636652>>Milestones of FlightFrom the beginning.
>>36636652>Milestones of Flightor>Martian WarI wonder if they've got captured sleds and stuff here
>>36636652>Milestones of Flight
>>36636705>Inb4 they preserved Socks
>>36636705Statue of Young, perhaps?
>>36636652>Apollo to the moonWhen I was there as a kid it was the coolest thing ever.
>>36636721>statue of young shooting his pistol into the ceiling and yelling>Ian behind him in a suit of armor>Sean riding Hellcow with a sword>Minna, Perrine, and Sakamoto peeking around a cornerIt's the centerpiece of the Martian War exhibit...right under the P-61
>>36636747You mean, THE P-61. AKA HOTEL GHOSTRIDER.
>>36636716Surely you mean hellcow? He'd be in the special tesla exhibit, though, trained to only react to the presence of a gnome.
>>36636806I always thought Hellcow was stalking the bayou covens back in NAHWLANS, under Young's orders.
>>36636806>the gnomes are called to the great museums of human tech>put hellcow there to detect the gnomeit's brilliant
>>36636652>>Apollo to the Moon
>>36636716but subwitches isn't canon
>>36636897Noop then? or SHARKUUPPLLLANNNEEEE
>>36636870>Red's dad in the tech section cackling maniacally>I told you! I told you fuckers it could be done!
>>36636652You decide to check out the Milestones of Flight exhibit first, which, conveniently, was the very first exhibit hall. "Hey, Laika, look up." You say.Laika cranes her head upwards, and you see her eyes widen as she sees the planes suspended on the ceiling."Whoa, it's like they're really flying!" She smiles."Yep." You point to one of the first planes. "See that? That's the Spirit of St. Louis. The first plane to fly across the Atlantic.""Pfffft, the Atlantic is tiny compared to the Pacific." "Yeah, well, back then, planes weren't advanced as ours." You point out. "And over there, you can see the X-series of planes.""Those look kinda funny." Laika cocks her head curiously."Yeah, well, those planes are rocket powered. They were used to see how fast a plane could go. You know that people used to believe you couldn't go faster than sound?""No way." Horror creeps on Laika's face. "How did pilots even LIVE back then?""They'll just say you have it easy today." You laugh. "And over there, you can see the spacecraft. Mercury, Gemini, and Apollo.""The scientists at the old lab said that the American space program was a hoax." Laika frowned. "Well, they're wrong. Wrong wrong wrong." You grunt. "Oh, there's the touchable moon rock!"You point to a small podium where a small, triangular piece of rock is displayed."So... it's really from the Moon?" Laika eyes it suspiciously."Yep. The astronauts brought it down here themselves.""Is... is it safe to touch?" Laika looks at you.>Perfectly safe.>It'll give you cooties.>Other
>>36636960>It'll mutate you and turn you into YOUKAI MOE
>>36636960>>Perfectly safe.>>othercarry her
>>36636960It will give you evil moon virus!
>>36636960>Perfectly safe.Although it has a tendency to inflict explosive trauma on the brains of the people who hold it.
>>36636960>It'll give you cooties
>>36636996So basically, it'll turn you into a Lunarian?
>>36636960>Other>touch it>yourself>laugh at her
>>36637055>other>touch it>pretend that it's giving you some moon-disease>laugh it off
>>36637055>Silly little sister, moonrocks are for lunar rabbits!
>>36637092Why she licking the kitty?
>>36637144Ask setz. it was his idea.
>>36637144http://donmai.us/posts/1619261?tags=yakumo_yukari+setzBecause she wanted to keep her house clean? I dunno.
>>36637092Huh, that's a thing. I - wait a second...>That smug prick cat smirkLOKI!
>>36636960"Nah, it's perfectly safe. See?" You touch the rock yourself. "Nothing too it!"Laika looks at you, and then the rock skeptically, as if you were trying to trick her or something. Her hand then darts out and touches it for a brief second before withdrawing."See? It wasn't so bad.""I guess..." Laika nods."Ah, Janice! I was wondering when you'd come by!" "Mother!" Janice smiles as she rushes forward to hug her. "Mrs. Foster." You say, instantly going into respectful mode. "I wasn't expecting to see you here.""Oh, Janice didn't tell you I was the one who arranged her visit here? Janice, you naught girl!" Mrs. Foster tuts."Where's Father?" Janice smiles."Still busy with a case, but he should be here in time for the ceremony!" Mrs. Foster beams and then kneels in front of Laika. "And I take it this is the special little girl you rescued?""Yes it is." Janice nods."Hello there, Laika. I'm Mrs. Foster, Janice's mommy!" She smiles."H-hi." Laika stammers. "Oh, this is the perfect opportunity to see the others!" Mrs. Foster smiles. "I brought the whole class here for the trip!""Really?" Janice blanches."Well, I couldn't very well go on a cross country tip by myself!" Mrs. Foster huffs. "And there's still plenty of educational value to be had!""Laika, what do you think?" You ask."Mmmmmm, I dunno." Laika shrugs.>I think we'll just browse by ourselves.>Sure, introduce us to your class.>Other
>>36637214>>Sure, introduce us to your class.
>>36637214>>I think we'll just browse by ourselves.Family time..
>>36637214>>Sure, introduce us to your class.Let's fluster Janice a bit, and give the class an encounter to remember.
>>36637214>Sure, introduce us to your class.And these kids, are the people the stay awake at night to keep you sleeping soundly.>>36637204Huh, didn't notice that until now. Well spotted, chap.
>>36637214>Sure, introduce us to your class.Time for littlest cossack socialization.
>>36637214>Sure, introduce us to your class.
>>36637199>>36637166Setz is a national treasure of Finland.
>>36637214>>Sure, introduce us to your class.More friends.
>>36637263His Prismrivers manga had me bawling tho. Especially how the sisters were turned into orphans by the Winter War
>>36637214"Sure, introduce us to your class." You say."Class, come here!" Mrs. Foster waves, and a mall knot of nearly a dozen young witches of varying ages shuffle over. "Here is my daughter Janice, and this Captain Pierce from the US Air Force!"Hi!" They all say in unison. "And Laika," Mrs. Foster pulls three younger witches out of the crowd. "Let me introduce you to Dawn, Jennifer, and Tiffany. They should be the same age as you!"The young girls just seem to stare at each other, unsure of what to do."Are you here for the flight simulator?" One of them finally speaks up."THEY HAVE A FLIGHT SIMULATOR HERE?!" Laika nearly falls out of her wheelchair."Yeah! It's supposed to have full 360 degree movement! Like you're flying the real thing!" Oh no, Laika was looking at you with those puppy eyes. You were a bit torn on what to do. Laika looked really eager, but she was also supposed to be a civilian. You're afraid of what would happen if she showed off her real skills in the flight sim.>Ah, it's just sim. Nobody would notice.>Suggest she see the rest of the museum first.>Other
>>36637484>>Ah, it's just sim. Nobody would notice.
>>36637484>Ah, it's just sim. Nobody would notice.
>>36637484>Ah, it's just sim. Nobody would notice.Wait... three girls, just like Laika.Dammit, her sisters are finally here!!!
>>36637484>>Ah, it's just sim. Nobody would notice.Beginners luck or talent and all that.
>>36637484>>Suggest she see the rest of the museum first.And if everyone insist... scare them with langley/washington project.
>>36637484>Suggest she see the rest of the museum first.Hate to be that guy, but, we need to protect our daughter you guys.
>>36637484>>Suggest she see the rest of the museum first.
>>36637484>>Ah, it's just sim. Nobody would notice.Also, Laika, please don't explode the sim. We'd all be in hot water then, and not the good kind.
>>36637540From what exactly?
>>36637484>three younger witches out of the crowdCorrect me if I'm wrong, guys, but aren't these Hibiki's sisters?
>>36637563From the eventual Moe-chain reaction, of course.
>>36637563Umm, so you don't remember that she was until recently a Russian War Asset?
>>36637563From some random asshole noticing she's talking with a Russian accent?Child or no, she was a Soviet pilot until very recently.
>>36637564We can hope.
>>36637671While I'm no kancolle fan, a little extra moe to throw in with Laika isn't too bad.
>>36637644Two words buddy; witch. Privilege. Between us and Janice's mom there aren't many places Laika can't access.
>>36637695Oh yeah, that explain three Russian Witches on Barin.Still it will rise some unnecessary attention.>>36637692Hope you got your insulin stocked.
>>36637671NOT YET.BASED MERC AND HIS KANCOLLES
>>36637747I've learned from my browsings of Hazuki Ruu's portfolio that Insulin is a must.>http://danbooru.donmai.us/posts?tags=hazuki_ruu
>>36637484"Sure, go ahead." You nod. Might as well give her this."YES!" Laika prepares to shoot off in her wheelchair and then hesitates."Um, I don't know where it is..." She says sheepishly.You just laugh and take the reins of Laika's wheelchair. Can't let her go shooting off on her own. As you head over to where the simulators are held, one of the young witch students comes up to you."Um, Captain Pierce, erm..." She shifts nervously. "You don't happen to know Frank Bishop, do you?""Sorry." You grunt. "Frank Bishop is in the US Navy, not the Air Force, so I don't really cross paths with him.""Oh." The droops down, dejected.Jeez, you wonder what it is with Bishops and their ability to attract witches."Pffffft, Frank is smalltime." One of the younger witches, you believe is Dawn, huffs. "His brother Rex is way cooler!"The twins Jennifer and Tiffany nod in agreement....what.You quickly decide to tune out the argument between the older and younger witches over which Bishop was hotter and concentrate on pushing Laika along."Are they always like this?" You ask Mrs. Foster."Sadly, yes." Mrs. Foster smiles and sighs. "You have to understand, being sheltered away in a coven for so long, you witches naturally crave contact with the opposite sex. It was the same for me back when I was their age! Oh, my husband was just so DASHING when I first met him-""Mother, please, stop." Janice's face starts going red. "Oh, why are YOU embarrassed? He's not YOUR husband!" Mrs. Foster laughs heartily. "Besides, you should be one to talk, isn't that right, Captain Pierce?""Um, yeah." You nod, not daring to say anything else.(cont)
>>36637853"Look! Look!" Laika says excitedly as you finally arrive at the simulator room. From the outside, at least, the simulators didn't look too impressive. Basically just large, grey pods suspended over a hydraulic platform. However, you see a few occupied ones moving and spinning about, so they were at least rather active. You look at the information plaque, and see the simulators were based on F-4 Phantoms and designed to be as accurate as possible. Players could fly simulated combat against enemies, too."Let's go! Let's go!" Laika whines."Okay, okay!" You laugh as you pick Laika up and strap her into the seat. She grips the control stick and throttle like a pro."Are you sure you know what you're doing?""Yeah!" Laika nods."Okay, go get them!" You say as you close the hatch.To the side, you see a TV screen that show's a camera feed of Laika's cockpit view. You see it simulation start, and Laika powers up the the engines......only to nosedive straight into the ground."Sorry, I forgot Phantoms fly like drunken brick!" Laika says defensively. "Retry!"And the simulation resets....(cont)
>>36637869"My, Laika certainly is a natural." Mrs. Foster says cheerfully. "She beat the high score rather handily.""Well, I guess." You nod. "You realize that the high score was set by actual Phantom aces?" Mrs. Foster gives you a sly grin."Well, could just be a fluke." You shrug. "Mhm. Not because of her 'special circumstances', am I right?" Mrs. Foster smiles."Of course not.""I understand." "You now, she seems to be getting along quite well with my girls. Maybe after the war you would consider enrolling her in our academy?""I don't see why not." You shrug. "I don't think Laika has ever had an opportunity for a proper education.""It's settled, then!" Mrs. Foster claps her hands together. "We'll consider her part of the class, then!"Well, the day didn't turn out quite as how you expected. However, Laika was happy, and honestly, that was all that really mattered.>And that's it for tonight! As always, next thread is next week. However, Cyberpunk Idols will be this Thursday instead of Saturday due to weekend plans, but Ace Combat will run normally on Friday!>Also, stick around, because Ghost is likely going to post some writefaggotry as well!
>>36637853>Pffffft, Frank is smalltime." One of the younger witches, you believe is Dawn, huffsYoungspawn?
>>36637884Thanks for running, Merc. As always, see you next time.
>>36637853>"Pffffft, Frank is smalltime." One of the younger witches, you believe is Dawn, huffs. "His brother Rex is way cooler!"....no love for Jake here?Poor boy.
>>36637884>Laika was happy, and honestly, that was all that really mattered.Merc, give me back my hnnngggggs
>>36637884Thanks boss.Say, do we have a Youngspawn in the class?
>>36637884Wait, how the fuck is she flying the sim without feet? It should still have rudder pedals and shit.
>>36637907Speaking of, has Jake won an MoH? I haven't into tonks yet so I don't know.
>>36637915Long Familiar tail, strong enough to press pedals.Now imagine said tail giving you tailjob
>>36637884We should have brought Rex
>>36637890>>36637911The phrase isn't solely reserved to the Young family. At this point it's kind of evolved into it's own slang. >>36637915As Laika would say."RUDDER IS FOR LITTLE GIRLS AND SISSY PILOTS."
>>36637924Nope.But he should for putting up with Wittmann
>>36637924>>36637907>>36637955Blame Mouse for updating TW89 slower than Planefag and his stories
>>36637955Looks like the Bishops between awardees and non-awardees now.More work for Jake and Jess eh?>>36637944Oh, thanks for clearing it up boss. Looks like we know who this girl's looking up to though.>>36637915pic related
So, I, uh, wrote a thing. ++Useless. The thought rattled in her painkiller and alcohol-soaked brain. She'd long since given up trying to kill it with vodka, and had instead accepted it. Useless. The Chinese had been decent enough to bring along her severed arm, which had been reattached at the front by one overworked healer. The job was a rush, and had taken enough effort to nearly kill the girl—but it worked. It had left an ugly scar, though, and a constant, throbbing pain in the reattached limb. Not that the physical pain really mattered to Ivanna Raikov as she opened another bottle and poured another glass. She'd felt far worse alone with Volgin, only responding as she was supposed to. She preferred to not think of that, of course, but the enforced 'healing' period here in Vladivostok had left her with nothing to do but think. The city, practically an armed camp at this point, was too critical to let fall—though every day, it suffered more at the hands of the Japanese. More shells fired, more buildings destroyed. Fewer aircraft returned from their sorties, and the few snippets of conversation she'd overheard all told the same thing: the only reinforcements available were D class units, penal troops or old men and children with equipment from the great war or dugouts of some scrapyard in Siberia. Even the witches were inferior filth, only just deserving of the title. A perfect place for her, then. Her defeat at the hands of the redheaded one sat heavily upon her consciousness. Up until that duel, she'd been able to enjoy the concept of having finally found an equal—someone like her. Someone finally worthy of her attention; someone who could actually provide a fight, not a simple slaughter. As much as she had enjoyed the slaughter of the hapless troops she'd run across before, this was better—the best thing she'd ever done. If their duel could have lasted forever, she'd have been overjoyed.
>>36637944Merc, at the Academy, how big are the Rex and Frank Bishop fanclubs?Are their merchandise? or newspaper clipping?
Of course, Raikov had been enjoying herself immensely. Even the interference of that other witch—who she thought was a clever one, being able to turn invisible like that—had hardly mattered. Even without her saber, Raikov and Red were evenly matched. That, she had since realized, was why she hadn't pressed. She'd thought of Red as something of a kindred spirit, another witch like herself. Someone who would understand her, someone who could eventually fight alongside her. That she was on the wrong side in the war made no difference—Volgin could break anyone. He'd have broken her gleefully, and then she and Raikov would have made such a pair. It was distracting, the thought. It had made her slower, especially when it had mattered. Oh, she'd fought—and fought well, she thought. Then she'd lost her arm. Even through her battle claw, even through what shield she was able to throw in front of the sword, she'd had no chance. Red had simply overwhelmed her, her raw strength making a mockery of everything Ivanna had been able to do. It had become clear, in that one instant, that she'd always had an advantage: her strikers. She wasn't Red's equal at all—that girl outclassed her by an order of magnitude. Out in front as they were, she should have died. It would have been a simple thing for Red to follow up and take her head. Only, she hadn't; instead leaving Ivanna to dwell on her loss. Initially, she'd raged, demanding to be allowed back to the front as soon as her arm had been reattached. It wasn't to be. The worthless Koreans, and equally worthless Chinese, were withdrawing in the face of the assault, forcing the support lines back as they went. She'd been airlifted out under sedation, her rage cooled by heavy doses of tranquilizers.
>>36638005Arriving here with the rest of the wounded had been worse. It had been raining, and while the injured men and women were handled by medical personnel, no one had seen fit to assist her. She'd made her own way to the small building she'd taken over on arriving here, ostensibly as colonel Volgin's advance party. She was no longer sure he was coming, and was somewhat glad for it. She was afraid of reporting her failure to him, afraid of his wrath. Afraid of what it would mean when they were alone, too. She'd acquired the painkillers quietly from the hospital, taking the bottle by simple dint of striding into the dispensary and pocketing them—no one wanted to try and stop her, and she was fine with that. Her arm had begun to progressively hurt more and more—a byproduct, she knew, of the rushed healing job. The pain would fade as it gradually healed on its own... or it might continue forever. She didn't care anymore either way. She was useless—a weapon that now had a countermeasure. Every time she took to the field, the redheaded one could stop her. Useless weapons didn't have a place, especially in a unit like Colonel Volgin's. Oh, she was his, but she wasn't of further use to him, at least not in the field. The thought made her shudder involuntarily. She'd deliberately drawn the blackout curtains to keep the room dark. She thought it'd somehow make the horrible weight easier to bear, as if by not being able to see anything, she could somehow forget. That hadn't worked, which was why she'd added the vodka to the pills in an attempt to drown these feelings. That hadn't worked either, but that didn't prevent her from getting even more. Maybe if she kept going, she could eventually drown herself in the stuff. She snorted at the thought. Such an easy way out wouldn't work—her own power would prevent it. She'd black out long before she could get enough alcohol in herself to run the risk of dying.
>>36638023She'd had a few 'visitors,' though most of them had simply given up knocking after a few minutes of silence. Maybe they'd thought the building was empty again—GRU troops seldom announced their comings and goings; and so much the better if she'd left, she was sure they felt. She wasn't liked, she wasn't needed, and she certainly wasn't anyone's friend. Even Volgin didn't care about her any farther than a craftsman cares for his tools; he was never a friend. So much the better—friends were just another weakness to be purged from her. Without them, there would be no way for anyone to hold anything against her, and she'd never lose herself again the way she had those years ago in that awful country. The knocking at the door this time had been presaged by the distinct taps of a cane on the pavement—one she hadn't heard before. It'd been accompanied by the steps of booted feet, which warned her that her newest 'visitor' was probably a high ranking officer escorted by troops. A major at least, probably higher. Possibly the colonel in charge of this place—it had been a general up until some days earlier, when an air attack had put an end to him. She had no sympathy for him then or now—the fool should have looked to his air defenses more thoroughly.She sat in silence long enough that she was sure she should have heard the cane tapping away for home. But instead, she heard a spoken order and an affirmation, and the jingle of a set of keys. She didn't care to stand, or even make the barest attempt to hide her state of undress. Instead, she poured herself another drink and snarled at the empty bottle, slamming it back down on the table. It was, thankfully, dark outside—raining by the sound of it. This accursed place always seemed to rain. Another order: the troops outside were to wait outside. Good, she thought. The fewer people she had to deal with, the better.
>>36638040The officer didn't remove his cap, instead turning his back to her and closing the door with a gentle click. He turned again slowly to survey the room, and her. Both, she knew, were in a sorry state. She'd had the presence of mind to leave her undermost wear on, of course, though her uniform jacket was strewn on the floor along with her boots and socks. They were joined by several vodka bottles and a few discarded containers of food—she'd eaten at some point, though she couldn't distinctly remember when. Small scratches along the insides of the walls told her that her mess had attracted rodents. Like most other things, she didn't care. He slowly crossed the room, and she managed to focus long enough to learn the details she was trained to gather. He was of average height, broad across the shoulders and narrow at the hip. He carried a cane—a simple wooden one—and walked with a distinct limp on his right side. She couldn't see his face from the poor lighting, and couldn't summon her familiar to enhance her dulled senses: a product of the enormous amount of alcohol she'd consumed. One more thing she'd be punished for later, she was sure. He tapped a discarded vodka bottle with his cane as he passed, the 'tink' of the cane's metal tip on the glass crystal clear in the otherwise quiet room. Raikov almost managed a sneer at it. If this colonel thought she cared about his opinions on her drinking, he was sadly mistaken. The same went for his gaze at her. She was proud of few things—pride was almost an unknown emotion for her now—but her body was one of them. Since that day in Afghanistan, she'd labored to turn it into the form it currently was. Toned, fit, scarred. A weapon honed by years of effort. She'd never been able to burn off the soft curves, but they'd served their own purposes—though she was never entirely comfortable with them, she bore them well enough.
>>36638047Part of her wanted to adjust: sit up straight, stop slouching, close her legs; at least have some decency. These things she ignored as the colonel pulled one of the other chairs from the table and sat down, setting his cane on his lap. He still hadn't said anything, and by now, even with his rank, Ivanna had had enough. “Well?” She sneered. “Are you not going to comment on my appearance or state of readiness? Perhaps that I've kept unclean living quarters, or taken medicines without orders?” Nothing. She threw her drinking glass at the colonel. He moved his head only fractionally, and it smashed against the far wall. “Tch.” She grabbed another bottle and took a drink, downing nearly a quarter of it in one pass. “Have you come simply to stare? Do you like what you see? Perhaps you've come to ask a favor. Nights can be cold and—” The colonel shook his head, finally removing his cap. The sight of his face caused her to stop mid-sentence and instantly blasted the drunken haze from her mind. “This is hardly what I would have expected from you, Princess.” Orlov said, his voice as she'd remembered. “Y-you,” she stuttered, jumping back from the table, one hand still firmly on the bottle, the other pointing accusingly at the man. “You're dead. This is a trick, a lie. Who sent you?” She'd stepped on something—a broken piece of glass, maybe a knife, and cut herself. She could feel the blood leaking from the bottom of her foot. She almost didn't notice—wouldn't have, were it not for the pool of spreading warmth around it. He snorted, looking at the backs of his hands, then the fronts. “If I am dead, then no one informed me.”
>>36638074'Orlov' shrugged. “Do you really believe that?” “I saw it!” she snarled, one hand balling into a fist, “Captain Orlov's wounds were fatal even without the Mujaheddin, and they executed survivors!” She dearly wished she could access her familiar and her power- she'd kill this impudent bastard in an eye-blink if she could. But she knew that at the moment, she wasn't much of a threat—and needed to hide that fact. “So there's no way I could have survived?” he asked, smirking very, very lightly. She shook her head. “Of course not! Orlov was dead, with his men, and we—” she shook her head again, denying the memory. “Orlov is dead, and the colonel saved my life. So what is this? Another test of my loyalty? More mind games?” “Mind games?” he sounded confused. A passable acting job. “Princess—” “Don't call me that,” she hissed, barely checking her instinct to dive at the man, to rip him apart and kill his two guards outside, and make her way back to Volgin, who, she knew, would be waiting. But for now she couldn't, and had to humor him. “Only one man ever called me that, and he's dead. You may look like him, but you are not him.”“Then who am I?” he asked. “If I am not who I say?” She glared at this 'colonel.' He was undoubtedly one of Volgin's men, but just what was her colonel driving at? She had no idea, and was stuck talking until she did. “One of the colonel's men, of course. What is his object this time? Another test of my loyalty now that I've lost? Perhaps he thought I'd run away?”
>>36638085“As if that pig fucker cares about his people enough to worry about their loyalty,” he scoffed, giving Raikov pause. None of the colonel's men would have dared to call him that, even as an act for a test like this. Besides, that sounded too... natural, not forced at all—like someone who wasn't scared of her reporting him. He continued. “He hasn't even cared enough to attempt to find out your status, Princess.”She didn't bother attempting to correct him this time. It wasn't worth the effort—and a worm of doubt had made it's way into her mind. What if this man wasn't lying, what then? Her curiosity got the better of her. “So if you are who you claim, why do you pick now to see me when you could have done so any time in the past three years?” He grunted. “Could I? Princess, you disappeared that day. Then when I found out you were alive, you had descended into the depths of the GRU—you were practically a ghost. I had to use every favor I could to even find out that much, and there was no way for anyone to arrange for me to talk to you. That bastard Volgin didn't want it. He was afraid it would ruin his weapon, you see.”He shook his head sadly. “There was nothing I could do, princess. I tried. I wanted you to at least know that others had survived, perhaps give you some peace. I know—” he paused again, “I know Anya and Mariya did not make it. I am sorry. I wish it had been me instead of them.”Raikov didn't respond—couldn't respond. She couldn't find the words for what she wanted to convey, so instead she sat heavily on the small pallet she'd laid out for herself, wrapping one blanket around her shoulders in an effort at modesty. “I should have died,” he said, simply. “Would have, had it not been for the VDV and the White Rose.” “How?” She asked, her voice small. “When? I—we—”
>>36638094He shook his head. “No more than twenty minutes after the first helicopter was hit. Our pilots were able to get out a mayday.” He shrugged, looking at the window a second, then back at her. “VDV was able to respond; they brought the White Rose with them. She saved me, gave me enough healing that a medic was able to stabilize me and airlift me out along with the other survivors. They summoned additional troops, went to pursue the mujaheddin. I... they did not make it in time.”That much she knew. But he appeared to as well, and had the courtesy of not continuing. “I heard the gunfire,” he said, after a pause. “I—” She was confused. Orlov's voice had cracked there, at the last. Normally, she'd have been disgusted by the sign of weakness, but, in this case, she wasn't. She didn't know what she felt, but to be honest with herself, she didn't dislike it. It disquieted her somewhat, with a part of her mind—the part that had been at the forefront since 1986—telling her it was a dangerous feeling, weakness and, as such, totally unacceptable. The rest of her, however, at this point wanted him to continue. She needed to know. He shook his head again, and when his voice returned, it was low but steady, with no hint of his earlier emotion. “We assumed the worst. It took the VDV time to work their way there, especially with mujaheddin in the area.”He paused again. “They were able to recover Mariya and Anya and return them to the motherland for a proper burial. “Raikov nodded, numb. The memories of that day flooded back from their hiding place—it had seemed like a lifetime ago, when it had only been three years. “I'd heard later that you'd survived,” he said, still quiet. “I didn't hear of why until after we'd withdrawn.” He shook his head, but left it at that. “The colonel saved me,” she said, simply, quietly. “He arrived too late to save Mariya and Anya.”
>>36638103“Hmm,” he said, looking at her straight in the eye. There was something there—something she couldn't place. Pity? Had she seen that look from any other man, she'd have torn his spine out of his back with her bare hands. From this imposter, it was like a dagger hammering home into her heart. “Did he.”The way he said it caused the events of that day to come flooding back in vivid detail. She could smell the dirt, hear Anya and Maria's sobbing, feel the barrel of the AK pointed at her. She fought it back—it was odd not being able to do as she'd done these past few years and bury it all underneath what she was, what she had to be. 'Not what you had to be,' a tiny part of her mind whispered, 'what you have become.' It was what Volgin had told her. Still, she nodded, not trusting herself to answer right now. It was acceptable for Orlov to perhaps allow weakness, but she was already a failure and wouldn't compound that with an unsteady voice. He shook his head, standing up from the table. “In three years, you've become an artist of war. A goddess of combat, one of the best. And you still cannot see what happened?” He walked towards her, slowly. She shrunk back, until her back was against the wall. She shook her head. “For pity's sake, Princess. Think!” he barked. “Volgin's men were in position to save you but not Anya or Mariya? Were the muj dragging it out? Did they laugh and joke between trigger pulls? Or did they do as they'd always done and attempt to execute you as fast as they could? I heard the shots, we all did! We knew what they meant! And there were no more than a few seconds between them.” “A few—” She started, then stopped, realizing to her growing horror what he was implying. “No more than a few seconds,” he stated again, “and then the mass of fire when Volgin's men attacked, no doubt. But are we to believe they could not have saved all three of you when they had such a short period to act?”
>>36638111“P-perhaps they were out of position, o-or—” Her mind was reeling. Her hesitation gave her away. Could the colonel, her colonel; could he have let Anya and Mariya die in such a horrible way just to have her join him? Was he capable of such cold, unfeeling action? Yes.She knew that from the years she'd spent with him since. He was easily capable of that. She'd be more surprised if allowing them to be executed was all he'd done that day. “Out of position?” he said, shaking his head. “Princess, do you believe that? How were they armed? Krinkovs? We both know what happened.”“How do you know all of this?” she asked, suddenly wary again. He was pushing too hard—this had to be a test. “Were you not wounded? Were you not being loaded onto a medical evacuation helicopter back to Bagram?” “Of course I was,” he answered. “I was injured, barely alive. The VDV moved in the direction some of my men pointed them. there were some survivors from Mariya's helicopter—she had done a better job of shielding it. One of them, Private Glovenko, went with them. He was killed in the firefight when they ran into Mujaheddin nearby.” He shook his head again. “He was too young. They always are.”“The VDV?” Raikov asked, now anxious to hear the rest. Part of her, she realized, wanted this to be real. She wanted this to be Orlov. The other part of her didn't, and hoped it was just another test, another mind game Volgin was playing. She couldn't figure out why he would be just yet, but that rarely mattered. He played his games with his people for his own reasons.
>>36638119“They—” The implications of the statement hammered home into her already wounded psyche, fragmenting her thoughts like a grenade. Volgin had waited. He had manufactured the deaths of Anya and Mariya, or, at the very least, had made sure to profit heavily from them. He could have saved them all. Her friends were dead because her colonel had let them die. Had wanted them to die, if Orlov was to be believed. He didn't let up. “Volgin and the GRU were always vocal about never having witches. No one wanted to work with them, not even those academy girls,” he said, squatting down at the edge of Raikov's pallet, grimacing briefly as he did so. “He was in position to save all three of you. He waited; he wanted to make sure the last survivor was the perfect clay for him to mold.” “How did they survive?” She asked, her voice small. “T-the colonel doesn't leave loose ends.” Orlov favored her with an unkind smile. “He does if he doesn't know they exist. The VDV were wise: they called off their inbound comrades and waited for the rest of the unit before securing the site. He'd departed long before on his own aircraft.” “And you knew of this then? Why did you not take it to Theater Command!” she cried. “They could have done something! Do you know what these years have been like?” “No, I didn't know that then. I wouldn't have known it now, had Sofiya not paid me a visit recently,” he said sadly. “And even if I had known it then, who do you think would have gone after a GRU commander in that country? Volgin was untouchable then, and he is almost as untouchable now, regardless of what he's done.”By now, the tears—the ones she'd been fighting almost since the first words—leaked from her eyes, turning the world watery. She looked at Orlov, almost pleadingly. She was already useless—must she now be broken as well? Good for nothing other than as a toy?
>>36638133“But look at you,” he said, shaking his head again. “You were beaten once and now it is the end of the world.”“I-I'm—” She started, her voice betraying that weakness she so hated in herself. “You're what?” he asked. “Good for nothing? A waste? Perhaps these are the things Volgin would tell you.” He spat to the side, illustrating his opinion of her colonel. “Princess, you are better than that. He's using you, he always has—”“Of course he is!” she screamed, her last scraps of denial fueling the outburst. “That is what I am for! A weapon is to be used, not coddled and loved like these others seem to think! A witch is a weapon—a tool! Nothing more!” Orlov rocked back under the force of her words, but betrayed no emotion at them. “Is that what you believe, truly?” he asked quietly. “Would you have me think otherwise?” she tried to snarl—it came out petulantly, instead of the defiant tone she'd intended. “Would you have me spit upon our motherland like that traitor and throw myself in the bed of some western butcher simply because I am not the beloved darling of the whole base?”“I would have you remember you are a person,” Orlov said, the look of pity now clear in his eyes. She hated that look. She hated that he felt she deserved it. She hated thinking, deep down, he was right.“After what I've done?” she asked, her voice shuddering, her momentary flash of defiance wilting away to nothing under the crushing despair she still felt. “I am a monster. A killer of men, a butcher.” She gave a weak smile at the last—she'd killed many people over the years, but that monster was far beyond even her: the Poltava alone had nearly six hundred crew, and there'd been so few survivors. “Or so Volgin tells you,” Orlov supplied.
>>36638146“Is he lying?” she asked, fully expecting the man in front of her to admit to the truth: Volgin wasn't lying, not about this. Her mind still reeled around the concept that the colonel—her colonel—had allowed her friends to die useless, horrible deaths, and for what? To test her? To see what she would do, what she would become? He'd guided her, telling her that it was her right, her duty to seek revenge on the battlefield. That it wasn't enough to simply defeat her enemy; they had to suffer, be utterly broken—Her mind stopped on that last point. Utterly broken—like she was. She'd lived by that, becoming Volgin's most trusted subordinate. She'd killed many people—men, women, even children—by that standard, in many ways; each time, acting on his orders. Their enemies must be taught a lesson, of the utter futility of standing against the soviet union and the will of it's leaders. She'd killed with a rifle and blade, pistol and claw—all without regret or remorse. She'd done so gleefully, happily, told the entire time she was a warrior, a weapon of the Soviet Union. One of it's best. She'd even believed it. “Of course he is!” Orlov roared, leaning forward. “Princess, Volgin doesn't care for you; he never has! He wants you to remain a tool. A weapon. A plaything.” He spat to the side again. “Think of it: what if you had won that duel of yours? What then?”“He—” “He would have replaced you as soon as he was able to break her.” Orlov stated, flatly. “She was stronger than you. He'd have seen that, and as soon as he was able to control her, you would have been nothing to him. Less than nothing.”
>>36638158“He—” on some level, she knew it was true. As much as she hated to admit it, as badly as that hurt her, she knew Orlov was right. Volgin had always given her the most difficult and dangerous tasks; and the understanding had always been that she would either complete them or die in the attempt. He'd repeatedly volunteered his own troops—and, by extension, her—for the most suicidal of missions, even before this war. He never cared about losses, even among his highly trained and difficult to replace troopers. If he had, it was simply the momentary regret a man has when his favorite tool is broken: an annoyance that a replacement was necessary—but no more. “He has not inquired about you once,” Orlov said, driving the point home. It had been days since the duel—maybe longer. She'd lost track of time, though the empty vodka bottles told enough. She wondered how she'd managed to get so many. “He—”“You were originally listed as missing, presumed dead.” Orlov stated, shaking his head in disgust. “We updated that status later to wounded, of course—but that kind of correction takes time to travel. As far as he knows, you are missing. Yet he has not sent his own men to assist in a search, nor has he even called to ask if one is being conducted.”He looked at the witch, searching for something in her face. That small, quiet part of her hoped he found it. “What do you want of me?” she asked, quietly. Orlov gestured outside the room: the two soldiers left out in the rain. “They need you. We need you. I need you. I have nothing to defend this city with: just old men and children. The western front is devouring everything sent to it and the Chinese are lying about their ability to stop the Japanese and Americans.” “You want me to kill, the same as he does.” She stated. It wasn't a question.
>>36638170“I want you to remember who you are,” Orlov corrected. “You used to care about your comrades-in-arms, and they need you now more than ever. We are outmatched here, and it is only a matter of time until they come for this city.”“It doesn't matter anyway. I was beaten. I'm useless,” she said, the momentary spark started by Orlov's words snuffed out. “All they would have to do is send the redheaded one. I cannot stop her.” Orlov snorted. “So that's it then? You're beaten once and you quit? I expected better of you.” That statement re-lit the spark—like someone dropped a match into a pool of gasoline. “Who do you think you are to judge me?!” Raikov screamed, lunging forward to grab Orlov by his lapels, rank forgotten. “What do you know of what I've been through? What do you know of what I've done? How dare you presume to judge me!”Orlov made no effort to defend himself. He could have, Raikov being unable to summon her familiar. She'd neglected her basic needs for too long, consumed too much alcohol. She was far, far weaker than she'd ever been before, and that terrified her. She fought not to show it. “You know the answer to that,” Orlov stated, quietly, his calm voice a contrast to hers. “You don't have to agree. You can go back to Volgin if you want. I won't keep you here against your will.”She let go slowly, looking at the old man: old enough to be her father—older than Colonel Volgin. The two of them couldn't have been more different. Orlov had done everything he could to protect his own men in Afghanistan; Volgin had thrown them against mujaheddin strongholds with no concern for their lives. When they'd been shot down, Orlov's first concern had been for her. Volgin would have ordered she remain there and die fighting to protect him.
>>36638178“You're bleeding,” Orlov said suddenly, seizing her ankle. She yelped, and made an effort to pull it away from him to no avail. His hand was like a vice grip. “I am fine,” she responded, still plaintively trying to pull her ankle out of his hand. “It is nothing. I will treat it myself.”“It is deep and dirty already,” Orlov said, examining the wound, hardly paying attention to anything else. “You have not been keeping clean living arrangements, Princess.” He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, and seized her bottle of vodka—her last bottle of the stuff—and doused the rag. “This will hurt.” She knew what he meant: he was going to use the vodka to clean the wound. She knew that, and still she had to fight down panic. Still, she was able to get her fear in check enough to steady her voice. “I've had worse.”She bit down the pain—the alcohol and pills helped—and watched the man work to help quiet her mind, to assure herself that he really did only intend to clean the wound. He used quick, deft strokes, wiping away the blood and debris without it stinging too much. She should have expected as much, but a part of her was still grateful that he'd had so much experience. She could tolerate inhuman amounts of pain by separating herself from reality, but that didn't mean she liked it. He shook his head again when the extent of the damage became apparent. “I can't let you walk on that. You need stitches.”“It is nothing,” she repeated. “And a healwitch can handle it.”He laughed. “Princess, we have one. Only one. Sasha. She is overworked as it is, and as much as it pains me to say this, I will not trade men's lives for your foot. You will get stitches.” He shook his head again, standing up to a loud popping noise in his knees and a brief grimace. “Come, we will go to the hospital.”“I will go myself,” Raikov answered, standing up far too quickly.
>>36638190Orlov had to move quicker than he had in years to keep her head from slamming into the floor, catching her limp form at the last instant. Thankfully, he thought, she was light. Undernourished as she was, she weighed far less than she should have. The hard ridges of bone along her spine and ribs told him the same thing: she'd been living on vodka and painkillers for who knew how long—and it had taken it's toll. His knee pained him as he carried the limp witch outside, taking the time to cover her in his coat—decency must be preserved, after all. The two troops—good boys; conscripts, and far too young for this—snapped to a sloppy attention and saluted, trying not to let their curiosity show at seeing a witch—this witch—held by their colonel. They weren't successful. The four of them mounted his staff car without trouble, with colonel Orlov depositing Raikov's limp form in the back seat before taking his own place at the back, sitting so that her upper body slumped into his lap. His driver, another conscript, didn't look back. “The hospital,” he ordered, and the boy nodded, slipping the car into gear and turning onto the road. The city of Vladivostok hadn't suffered as badly as some cities had, though very few of it's five hundred thousand citizens remained. The ones who did were essential for the war effort—either that, or were able to justify themselves as being essential. The roads were nearly empty, though military vehicles moved about freely—mostly canvas-backed GAZ-66 trucks moving troops or supplies around the city.
>>36638205In his younger days, Orlov would have seen this as a testament to the motherland's industrial might, wondering how anyone ever thought they could win a war against her. These days, while supplies weren't short, he no longer had to wonder. The simple fact was that the signs weren't good. Reinforcements, desperately needed, were of the worst class of troops, slightly older—or younger—than the regiments that had come before. Even tattooed men from the Siberian wastes, the gulags being emptied. They had been quartered away from the rest of the forces here, though. The general hadn't liked seeing them, ordering them to camp at the now-closed airport, it's runways cratered long ago by a Japanese night raid. Orlov hadn't bothered to change the arrangements, having enough to worry about already. The naval forces in the city were badly depleted, with just a few small missile boats remaining—the rest casualties of the fighting around the islands and along the coast. He'd requested land-based antiship missiles, artillery—anything he could use. All he had gotten was a battery of ancient S-2 Sopka along with their hastily trained or recalled operators. The missiles, dating from the fifties, were absolutely useless as anything but a flashy distraction—especially against modern ships. But at this point, Orlov knew they were they best he'd get. He'd asked for more; more modern systems. None were forthcoming. While the situation at sea was bad, the air defense situation was far, far worse. Initially, the city had boasted an impressive air force compliment, using both their own base and the nearby airport. The most modern fighters had called those hangars home, and some of the motherland's most talented witches and pilots rotated through on their tours.
>>36638217That was just a memory. The airport had been bombed shortly after Japan had entered the war. Rendered useless along with much of it's aircraft, it now housed the penal regiments in its hangars. The airbase had fared better, it's heavier defenses badly tested, but it's runways still intact. It's aviation regiments, though, were not. The advanced Sukhois and MiGs were long gone, replaced by aircraft more familiar to him—once again, the air above Orlov's head thundered to the sound of MiG-21s and 23s. Hopelessly outclassed by the modern fighters the Japanese and Americans were fielding, their only advantage was that their pilots were veterans of the disastrous campaign in Alaska. Though their numbers had been filled by replacements since then, their combat experience gave them a sliver of an edge that allowed them, just barely, to contest the American and Japanese air raids.The hospital wasn't busy yet. With the Chinese and Koreans doing the bulk of the fighting, the Soviet wounded were a mere trickle: less than one a day, on average.Still, those men were highly-trained troops: spetsnaz men deployed to help the Chinese train and advise the nascent Korean People's Army. Each one would be sorely needed here, though only a few of them—impressed by Orlov's reputation—had agreed to remain in the city to train the conscripts. Most of them were merely stabilized here then returned by train to cities farther west, where they'd be loaded aboard medical transports and flown out. The most critical cases, of course, were seen by Sasha, though she was under orders to do nothing more than patch them together well enough to travel.
>>36638227She, like so many others here, was a poorly-trained replacement, rushed to provide some illusion of strength to the city along with her three sister witches. Four witches to help defend the whole city, when whole squadrons were doing battle in Poland. Orlov would have laughed at the thought had it not been so absurd. Here he was, leading prisoners, old men and children in a defense against two of the most motivated and well-equipped militaries in the world; the Soviet Union's best troops and equipment were being thrown into a meat-grinder in Poland. Or, he thought, somewhat more darkly, stationed around Siberia in battalion and regiment-sized groups—idling, apparently untouchable. Or guarding the Megalith from an 'attack,' as if anyone could or would attack it, as remote as it was. Everyone knew those troops were someone's shadow army—everyone who knew to look for them, anyway. Who's troops they were, and what their eventual purpose would be, no one could seem to to ascertain. Dark rumors circulated: they were a revolutionary army in waiting, a reserve force being held against the martians, an army of modified super soldiers undergoing training—but the truth remained unknown. His staff car was met at the hospital by a one of the remaining civilian hospital workers. Despite the rapid militarization of the city, the majority of the police, firefighters, and medical staff had stayed behind, and this nurse was no exception. He stepped out, nodding to the woman as he did. “Fetch a stretcher,” he ordered, indicating the witch slumped over in the car. “She isn't badly hurt, but she is extremely malnourished, I do not think she can walk.” The nurse hesitated, but nodded and spun to call to an orderly nearby. “And fetch her a gown,” Orlov added, causing her to look back, eyeing him critically. “She did not bother to dress herself. I think we are perhaps lucky she is wearing her undergarments.”
>>36638237As she was wheeled into the hospital—her underweight frame now covered by clean linen sheets and a white hospital gown—Raikov dreamed. The doctor, looking for a suitable vein for an intravenous line, was having trouble finding one, though he eventually settled on a pair in her left forearm. At Orlov's order, he put in a mild sedative. Despite that—or, perhaps, because of it—her dream was especially vivid. She dreamed often: almost every night, really, but this one was special. She'd later swear she was there, wherever there was. Anya and Mariya met her on the banks of a river: a picturesque setting, a blanket stretched out on vivid green grass under the shade of an ancient tree. They were, as always, here first, and both of them looked up at her as she took her place next to them. She'd noticed some time ago they were always closer to each other than they were to her when they sat, but only now it bothered her. The two of them looked at her with a mixture of sadness—and something else. Anya, looking out over the river, spoke first. “Do you think he told you the truth?” she asked in that curious, soundless speech of dreams. “Do you believe him? Could we have lived?” Raikov shrugged. She'd always welcomed her friends—and they were her friends, dead or not, and had stayed with her. They hadn't come back to her right away, of course, only appearing several months after their deaths. She'd never spoken to anyone about it—who would she tell? Volgin? She'd have laughed at the thought were it not so absurd. In any case, she had the feeling that her friends didn't want her to make their presence known.
>>36638251“I don't know.” “Yes you do.” Mariya said. She'd always been the observant one—death hadn't changed that. “You believe him, don't you.”Raikov nodded after a moment's hesitation. “It makes sense.” “Are you saying that because you grow tired of him?” Anya asked, not quite looking at Raikov. When they'd first come to her, it had been just like they were alive. She saw them clearly, smelled them, could almost hear their voices. That had gradually changed, and now she rarely saw the whole of their face or sat close enough to catch their scent. She missed the old days. She hesitated, and Anya dug deeper, as she was wont to do. “Do you truly believe that? Or is it that you don't like being the beast as you claim you do—know that he's misusing you?” “He is not!” Raikov protested loudly. “He's given me the means to avenge you!” “After he killed us,” Mariya pointed out. “And—it is funny, the mujaheddin in that area never had the American missiles before then.” “You don't think—” Raikov started, then shook her head. “No! Not even he would do something like that!” Back in reality, a nurse looked up as the witch in the ward—the sole occupant there—moaned loudly in her sleep. She was careful to make sure the girl wasn't thrashing around too much; her head moved but her limbs remained still, which was enough for the nurse. She went back to her romance novel.
>>36638255“Of course he would!” Anya almost shouted. Would have shouted, had this not been a dream. Or was it? “It's exactly the kind of thing he'd do to get his hands on one of us, you know he would!” “But how did he know it would be me?” Raikov asked. “What if they'd have shot me first?” “Then perhaps one of us would be dreaming of you in the afterlife,” Mariya said. “But we are not, he did not; the point is moot. What we do know is that he could have saved all of us. And he chose not to.” “He—” Raikov found she had no counterargument for that. She'd long questioned it—privately, of course—but Volgin hadn't really given her the time to dwell on it, always keeping her on the field or busy elsewhere. The parts of her she was just now finding, though, brought it all to the fore. “But Orlov is doing the same thing!” she protested when she found her voice again. “Is it not strange that he also comes to me at my lowest point with answers, asking only my service?”“The important difference is he did not kill your friends. Or his countrymen,” Mariya said. “And he is right: Volgin is a monster. One who should be executed, in a sane world.”“So am I,” Raikov argued, and Anya scoffed. “Ivanna, we have discussed this. You are what you are because you were made to be that way. We did not know you as the witch you are, but the witch you were. You were no monster before Volgin,” she said. “And now you are having second thoughts when a path back to humanity appears.” “What if he is trying to trick me?” she asked, the plaintive notes clear in her voice. “I—regardless of what you may be thinking, I have not enjoyed these last few years.”
>>36638265Anya shrugged, but Mariya answered. “What if he is? Even if that is the case, will it be any worse than what will be if you go back?” “N-no...” Raikov responded hesitantly. “But—”“But what, Ivanna?” Anya asked. “But what? You wish to go back to that abusive monster?”“He gave me purpose—”“He took our lives!” Anya shook her head. “You had a purpose before him—you know that. The only difference in what he was doing with you and what we did was that we still followed a mission; we weren't simple killers.” She snorted, half-turning her head away. That motion hurt Raikov badly—she fought not to cry. Not in her own dream. In reality, tears trailed from under her eyelids, describing glittering tracks down her sleeping face and onto her pillow. Anya paused. “This is your chance to be something other than a mindless animal, Ivanna. Take it. For all of us. Take it.” “I-I don't know—” Raikov started, then stopped. “What if it is the same?”“Do you honestly believe it will be?” Mariya asked. “Volgin did what he did to benefit himself. After all this time, you cannot say he hasn't benefited, either.”Raikov nodded. Mariya was right; even if the whole situation Orlov had described was a fabrication and Volgin's story was true, the colonel had benefited greatly by her presence. “If what Orlov is saying is true? they will need you,” she continued. “They do not have the men or equipment to make a fight here.”
>>36638279“I cannot change that,” Raikov said, looking over at her friends. Neither of them seemed to be looking away, though their faces, as ever, remained shrouded. Still, it seemed she could make out a bit more of Anya's features than she had before. “Even if I am, as Orlov said, an artist of war, I cannot fight against such overwhelming odds.”“Not as the beast would have you fight, that is true.” Anya responded, nodding. “But do you believe Orlov, who valued our lives and the lives of his men? Do you believe he would send you against them directly? Or will he ask you to attack rear area installations, train his witches, perhaps lead them?”The thought of leadership almost caused her to freeze. Almost. “I lost both of you while I was leader.” Raikov said, quietly. Guiltily. She was almost surprised by the slap Anya landed on her cheek. It didn't sting; dreams didn't hurt her. Couldn't hurt her. Not physically. Raikov gasped, putting her hand to her cheek. “We were betrayed and murdered by the man you've followed like a dog for the last three years!” Anya thundered at the shocked witch. “He has you commit unspeakable things. He uses you as his personal toy. He leaves you for dead. And he *killed* us!”
>>36638286“I—”“You did not lose us!” Anya continued, her voice changing, becoming less human. “We were betrayed. We were murdered. You had nothing to do with it. You were a prize—any one of us who had survived would have been. You will not blame yourself for this: you will blame the one who is at fault.”The last scraps of loyalty—all that were left of years of conditioning—pushed her to make one last denial. “But the colonel—”“Killed us,” Mariya said, heading it off. “You will not become a traitor by doing this, Ivanna.” She shook her head. “You will not be doing as the Rose did. You will still be defending the motherland. Your honor will be intact.”“He will never allow it,” Raikov almost whispered, her last line of defense against her dead friend's arguments. One she knew was doomed—but one she used anyway. “He will come for me.” “And Orlov won't allow him to take you,” Anya replied. “For all his swagger, the beast is still but a colonel, and his loss of Sokolov has hurt him politically and cost him much support. Orlov is a war hero, and the man in charge of the defense of the east.” She, too, shook her head. “The beast is outmatched here. He will rage and scream and threaten, but it is as nothing.”“You both feel this way?” Raikov asked. “I should take Orlov's offer? Become his witch?” “He isn't asking that,” Mariya said. “He doesn't want you as his witch, not like the beast. He wants you to work with him to defend the motherland. You know there is a difference.”“I—” Raikov paused. She knew this was a dream and that whatever she said here was safe—and could never be used against her. She knew this, yet she still hesitated. “I will do this, then. I will tell Orlov I will work with him.” Both Anya and Mariya smiled at that, and for a second, Raikov saw their faces clearly.
>>36638296She woke up slowly. One young girl was nearby, the ears of a familiar atop her head and the blue light of power around her. Orlov stood next to her, his uniform clean and his cap resting on the foot of the bed. “Welcome back to the land of the living, Princess.” He said as a greeting. “Colonel?” The young witch looked up at him, her healing light fading. This was Sasha, then. He turned his head to look down at her, favoring her with a light smile. “Yes, that is enough, Sasha. Go get yourself some food and rest. You will need it.” She nodded, leaving the room quickly and shutting the door behind her. Raikov waited to hear it latch before opening her mouth to speak. A dry croak is all that came out. Orlov smiled again. “You have been out for some time, Princess.” He said, handing her a plastic cup of water. “You were in a much worse state than I'd initially believed. Sasha needed to heal you after all.” She nodded, taking a sip from the cup. “I—” She paused, uncomfortable and uncertain. Her heart hammered painfully in her chest, its thudding drowning out much of the background noise from her thought. She could barely hear herself. “I wish to help you,” she said finally, after a minute of gathering her courage. “I do not wish to return.” Orlov's smile was large and genuine. “I am pleased to hear it, Princess. Rest for now, but rest well. We have much to do, you and I. And I will need every bit of help I can get.”Somehow, that statement pleased Raikov. She wasn't sure why.
>>36638311Good work there, Ghost.
>>36638311And that's it for chapter 1! Hope you guys liked it. I'll be working on this on and off- don't expect me to keep a schedule like hornet and produce something every week! except for 89, i mean, hahahaha. Anyways, guys, hope you enjoyed the read, i had a lot of fun writing it!
>>36638311Shit, now I kinda like Raikov.
>>36638311Okay, I'm THIS close to liking Raikov now. THIS close.GJ Ghost-boss.
>>36638336Boss, you are master. Love it.
>>36638336Raikov x Red
>>36638336Thanks to this, I'm kinda hoping Orlov and his unit won't get annihilated in the Vladivostok offensive. But I know that will never happen
>>36638336Also, for those of you who haven't read it.http://pastebin.com/0vGpPFRpThis is the writefaggotry that Ghost based his story off of, which puts some of the stuff he mentioned here in better perspective.
>>36638361Forwarding this request to fapfic
>>36638361Raikov x Red is kinda old.new Hotness is Raikov x Orlov>>36638366prepare that kleenex, anon. You know we all gonna need it if Pierce ever clashed with Raikov again.
>>36638366I hope this leads to a surrender with a happy ending for Raikov and Orlov, but that might be too optimistic.
>>36638382>RaikovxOrlovBro, they're basically father and daughter.>KleenexNOOOOOO WE NEED ORLOV AND RAIKOV ON OUR SIDE
>>36638401Yeah, by the looks of things, Orlov would rather die fighting than give up Vladivostok.
>>36638440And another challenge for Mangafag.>make a dramatic scene that involves Raikov and Orlov
>>36638336So this is a multi-chapter story? You've just gone above and beyond Ghost, 20/10 man.
>>36638382I don't mind this. >>36638368So Merc judging by some of her dialogue was Raikov was used sexually by the Colonel as well?
>>36638433I dunno, I got a real "anything to save my men" vibe from him, I honestly thought he was gonna ask Raikov to join him in defecting for a while there. Now I'm thinking he'll try to hold but fold when there's a big assault. And Putin's a good guy here with a big army, maybe that'll come into play.
>>36638472And here I thought Volgin was gay
>>36638433It'd become another stalingrad - and perhaps the Russian is the one who will taste their own medicine.Unless Putin have some plan that ended with good for both side, but that pushing too far>>36638462Is it wrong to imagine Orlov is somewhat resemble Big Boss? Any other idea on Orlov's appearance is welcomed
> “Would you have me spit upon our motherland like that traitor and throw myself in the bed of some western butcher simply because I am not the beloved darling of the whole base?”Katya only wishes that were true. I kind of laughed quite badly at this.>“After what I've done?” she asked, her voice shuddering, her momentary flash of defiance wilting away to nothing under the crushing despair she still felt. “I am a monster. A killer of men, a butcher.” She gave a weak smile at the last—she'd killed many people over the years, but that monster was far beyond even her: the Poltava alone had nearly six hundred crew, and there'd been so few survivors. She's referencing Frank right? I thought it was the battle of Berlin not a city in the Ukraine?
>>36638477Speaking of, you think Putin has boys and girls this far east? Maybe some people who can make Orlov an offer he can't refuse?
>>36638493It's referencing the battle of the bering strait, where Frank and company took down the flying aircraft carrier in exchange for the Kitty Hawk.
>>36638498He is everywhere, waiting good chance to strike a contract-i mean a deal you can't refuse.>>36638493Maybe she reference one of fying carrier Fronk shot down.
>>36638491I'd suggest something like Norman Burg from the Big O, actually. Or maybe Raymond Bishop from G Gundam.
>>36638517>Putin is a KyuubeyWe're all doomed
>>36637853So the older Witches like Frank while the younger like Rex?
>>36638498Dunno about his unit placement, but he has a large, mixed unit of witches, a super advanced healing suite, and wants to end this war. Sounds like the perfect solution to this Orlov's issues here. Who know what issues would crop up if Putin shows his hand though.
>>36638493Poltava was the name of the Russian flying carrier.
>>36638517>>36638516Oooh, the Kittyhawk incident. Well that makes more sense. Though I'd imagine Berlin would have been fresher in their minds.
>>36638550Think about it. Putin may have a hand in Beijing's brokering for peace. He may already have units in the pacific fleet as well. They may not be many, but they may be placed well enough to make a difference.
>>36638549and orientals like Jess...and as usual, Jake is doing by what he get.
>>36638597How does that explain Psycomoto?
>>36638597It's more that Katsumi loves Jess, and outside of Ogawa and Rand, most folks get along with her well enough.
>>36638605Jess pheromone is not as potent as Rex or Frank, only effective in immediate vicinity
>>36638605Kimiko's preferences are still shrouded in mystery, imho.For now, she's a MerlinxKenji shipper of the highest order.
>>36638629Not stopping everybody to put her in Fronk's harem....Sakamoto and Wells family meeting to discuss wedding when?
>>36638629Fiiine, Let's go with Euclid
>>36638643>Inb4 their parents will meet when Frank and Merlin go with the Maman>>36638646Err, well...
>>36638629and has a weird form of teasing involving tripping people. but like mangafag said >>36638643Won't stop the anons and frankly i enjoy it
>>36638597he only has one remote prospect: Sushi
>>36638681Also Wittman and Princess
>>36638681>Discounting our best SergeantIts always a dilemma, Sushi or Rockfield. >>36638691Now i wonder if she survive that battle.
>>36638681>>36638691Jake the only confirmed harem-bishop>>36638675It runs in the family.
>>36638329>>36638342>>36638343>>36638345>>36638366Ok, good! haha. if no one had liked it, I wouldn't have done another chapter, it's too much work if I'm the only one enjoying it, hahahaha! >>36638605She's a very eastern mystery. who knows what goes on in that mind of hers? besides herself, I mean. well, and my notes, but that's cheating.
>>36638706I forgot did Psycomoto of Young's era trip Sean as a form of flirting?
>>36638691Princess is area based only and Wittman? I wouldn't fuck her with a tank shell.>>36638701Sushi's made more of an impression with Mouse's "Slow as Valve time" updates.
>>36638706>Jake>harem>Implying he wants to diddle a teenager that is at least a decade younger than he is, or that Wittman and him actually think of eachother in that way.
>>36638715Repeat question, can we take the wording to assume that Volgin Used Raikov sexually?
>>36638717Well, there were those swordfights... And betting against each other over who would pass out first when they get kinky.>>36638725>Implying wittman is just good at hiding stuff
>>36638719at this point i will happy if he turned Tonk Witches as story like feelthy done.>>36638725At some point he did consider Rockfield but decide not to because professionalism and 'poor nicky will feel hurt'.Spot on about Wittmann tho.
>>36638715>She's a very eastern mystery. who knows what goes on in that mind of hers? besides herself, I mean. Well If its anything the anons written, a very shy awkward individual.>well, and my notes, but that's cheating.I'm willing to cheat. So give us those notes. We must have Psycomoto!
>>36638729He played the meanest game of charades you ever saw on her.
>>36638747Well, then. I suppose you'll have to really convince her! (And anon, whom I suspect you'll have a harder time with! my notes won't do any good with them, afterall)
>>36638775Well knowing her grandmother, she get's off honor and battle. So have her as our wingman seems to work wonders. Bridgette just needed to be around us for awhile while we did shit to have some effect on her.
>>36638745Even Raikov's easier to redeem in the eyes of viewers than she is
>>36638814Well easier to redeem then Jess is.
>>36638729All in good time, man. Though, to be honest, i was kind of afraid I'd been laying it on too thick.
>>36638835Eh, Merc set the tone for her.Her redemption was a bit on the light side.
>>36638827Putting Jess in same league with Wittmann is... uh, excessive.
>>36638858He's just butthurt at feelthy more than he is about Jess.
>>36638835I found some parts rather humorous especially the Katya jokes about her sleeping with Frank.If only half the stuff they say about her and Frank were true, she'll probably be delighted.Also news article when? Actually I had always wondered this, if we had said no to that news reporter would he had tried to interview Katya or Merlin.
>>36638858Wittmen? No I meant Raikov is easier to redeem then Jess, or at least more interesting. >>36638868I'm not butthurt about Feelthy, why would I be? Though to be fair, I like Bitchtits feels more then Jess's feels. Though I like Ogawa's POV a lot.
>>36638899Oh okay then.Well, Jess will always be annoying little brat so thats why. The others (Raikov, MacLeod) have significant and fundamental change on the things reader might hate/dislike form them.
>>36638923Macleod sure.Raikov, I just thought was just crazy as fuck and the lesbian jokes by anons didn't help any and to some point she is crazy as fuck but she has shown signs of redemption
>>36638956Yeah some depth and what not. I want her to expereince Lovemaking in the missionary position with handholding
>>36638849What is this even supposed to mean?
>>36638969I mean compared to her backstory and her creation as the beast. Ghost's story shows signs that she can be better and there's hope for her yet despite the shitty conditions.
By the way Ghost, what about South East Asia on '89 verse? Nothing happened or Vietnam/Cambodia decided to join the party?
>>36638968You deviant. With the lights out?