>>47173099
[ ] De-Ass Area

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>>47173099

Huh. Perspective shift.

Do we have IFF that will interface properly with U.S. Missiles?

>>47173099

If we've got IFF, then I'd say got for it - IR or radar, we aren't going to look much like a Fort-class. Well want to stay low, below Fort-Body-Height and make sure that we keep are transponders facing the missiles.

[ ] Go for it, if we think our allies are competent. Otherwise

[ ] De-ass area

>>47173240
>>47173411

Yes you have IFF, but there's always the risk the Harpoons will still lock onto you in absence of a better target once they go active. Low, but it's there.

Time for voting is up, writing up now.

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>[ ] De-Ass Area

“All units fall back; the Americans can mop up.” The order feels hollow after the casualties you’ve taken, but the heavier TSA’s will buy time for you all to escape, and hopefully last long enough that the army units can support them. Your wingman calls out she’s dry soon after you give the order. The rookie has been performing well so far, and you’d be loath to risk a promising pilot in a suicide charge. You’re just hoping you didn’t doom the Americans to a terrible fate.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

You are 2nd Lieutenant Fischer of the US Marine Corps 2nd Expeditionary Unit, and you are currently flying as fast as possible in the trail of the fuckload of missiles your squadron just launched. The little clock in the corner of your eye rapidly counted down the time until you’d be within 120mm range, the Avenger’s heavy frame shaking due to the high speeds you were forcing it through in NOE flight. High speeds for the Avenger of course, which to most TSF’s was much less of an impressive thing than you’d like. Hell, Phantoms could keep pace with the Avenger. Phantoms.

“Looks like we’re not getting much support here buddyt.”

Foss is still monitoring the situation from his RIO position, tracking everything he can with the insanely complex electronics the Avenger required. At least he was working now, compared to his usual just sitting back and letting you fly around all day.

You nervously shrug in your seat, though Foss couldn’t see it. “Euros running away, what’s new?”

“Hah! Good one.”

Just on the horizon, the Harpoons were starting to swap over to active mode, Foss calling each one functioning with a happy ‘Pitbull’ callout, something repeated through the whole squadron. This was going to be fucking beautiful to witness.

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>>47173894

The Harpoon was a good fifteen foot long absolute murder machine of a missile against BETA. An adapted prototype anti-ship missile, the Harpoon was specifically for killing Forts, and boy did it ever deliver. 500 pounds of shaped high explosive would penetrate and then detonate inside of the target, leaving a bloody mess all over the general area and conveniently immolating whatever happened to be inside. Usually, you didn’t get to use them because Lasers would shoot down Harpoons by the truckload, but today, there was no Lasers. Only you, the truck driver, and his cargo of All-American ‘Fuck You’ candy.

On the horizon you saw the first impact, in all of its satisfying glory. The general area was raining blood and burning hunks of charred BETA, and then you started to open up with the 120’s as soon as you got in range. Foss whistled in the fuckboy seat. “Looks like they left us one hell of a hornets’ nest to clear out.”

[ ] Tell the Euros just exactly what you think of them right now
[ ] Time to enjoy the pleasures of life, like killing alien bastards with big guns
[ ] Write in

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>>47173932

[ ] Time to enjoy the pleasures of life, like killing alien bastards with big guns

>>47173932
>[ ] Time to enjoy the pleasures of life, like killing alien bastards with big guns

Oh yes...

>[ ] Tell the Euros just exactly what you think of them right now

>>47173932
>[X] Time to enjoy the pleasures of life, like killing alien bastards with big guns
If you're still waiting on votes

>>47173932
[ ] Tell the Euros just exactly what you think of them right now
[ ] Time to enjoy the pleasures of life, like killing alien bastards with big guns

CUS AND KILL

>>47174916
>>47174963
>>47173979
>>47174474
>>47174501
Sorry, I had LIFE happen to me. Will work on response.

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As someone once said the greatest pleasure in life is to steal the houses, burn the women, and rape the cattle, or something. Fuck it, you’re not being paid to be a philosopher, or to wax poetic about the horrible nature of this desperate struggle for survival. You are here to blast things into tiny, unrecognizable bits of what may or may not have been flesh. And you have just the machine to do so. You boost jump in behind Schultz, her own Avenger shooting fire and death with a rumbling fury. It might not be the prettiest machine ever made, but god damn does it bring the pain.

It is very, very hard not to feel like an untouchable god of destruction in a situation like this, as the bodies start to pile up in a swath before you. Tank after Tank attempts to latch onto your squadron, instead getting cut down in mid-air with 120mm canister rounds as they jump forwards. Gore and blood rain down across your TSA, the Marine Corps Blue getting caked with bright red and scraps of flesh. Pam is going to be fucking livid when you get back. Fucking Pam.

As the tidal wave of tanks ebbs slightly, a host of smaller forms swarm underfoot, each step you take making a brutal crunch as whatever passes for bone among the aliens. Foss, usually calm during this sort of activity, is giggling at something in his fuckbuddy seat. This is the most fun you have had in weeks. A fucking turkey shoot, not a single god damn thing that can stop you for miles, and you’re on a full load of ammunition that it’d be a shame to go home with.

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>>47176204
Then Foss starts swearing. Loudly.

“JUMP JUMP JUMP YOU FUCK JUMP!”

The ground around you starts to shake. Schultz’s TSA wobbles slightly in front of you as the seismic activity continues to intensify, her own jump units kicking off as the pair of you ascend as quickly as possible.

You pull the jump, heading up about 50 meters as fast at the Avenger can accelerate as a host of Destroyers tear their way out of the ground, even more BETA pouring out of the Earth itself. Silver – 2 ends up the victim to the Destroyers, only barely not able to jump over them in time. His A-12’s jump unit and legs are sheared off from the impact, leaving him helpless as Tanks swarm over him. Foss kills the transmissions from them before you even have to ask. Bremerhaven was a lesson in just why you should do that.

[ ] Ignore the fallen, you need to get out alive

[ ] Maybe you can save him

[ ] Write in

>>47176238
[ ] Maybe you can save him

>>47176238
>[X] Maybe you can save him

>>47176238
>[ ] Maybe you can save him
>Get the swarm's attention to kite them away.

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>>47176265
>>47176293
>>47176319
Votes called, writan

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[ ] Maybe you can save him
You can’t leave a man behind. You just can’t. You held the line in Bremerhaven for the rest of the culling forces to escape. That was harder than this, and you didn’t let the BETA get them then. You pressed the line forwards into the BETA, broke the backs of the enemy, and didn’t take one step back until you were told.

Only you, Foss, Schultz, and Malinowski were left of the Eagles after that. Two TSA’s out of twelve had survived intact, both with completely green pilots thrown into the meat grinder to season them up. Well, there were some veterans. They ended up rotated into a different unit, just leaving you two. You know Schultz has your back, and she knows you have hers. You made friends again after Bremerhaven. Three of them died the next month during an underwater purge, crushed to death as the BETA dragged them into the deeps with them, sonar recording their dying screams.

After that, you simply stopped learning names. It was easier.

Silver – 2 had combat experience elsewhere, you knew that much, else he wouldn’t have been second in command. He got unlucky, or cocky, and now there he was with his RIO, just waiting for death from teeth and being torn apart piece by piece. Plus, if the reactor was leaking, he was awaiting a slow death from radiation poisoning and every minute was making that more and more likely as the Tanks chewed away at the fallen mech.

You know what he wants.

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>>47176843

Leave no man behind. You’ll save him. You’ll save him from a terrible fate.

You disable the IFF fire preventers for the 120mm’s, and start pounding the shit out of his fallen TSA, pulping the tanks around it, and your HESH rounds turning the Avenger’s top into scrap metal shot by shot. If he was still alive in there, it wasn’t going to be for long. You throw some Sabot rounds at him after that, aimed right at the cockpit where the 120mm HESH may have weakened the armor.

Silver – 2 would have done the same to you, and you would have been happy to have died like that instead of at the teeth and groping arms of the Tanks.

Foss doesn’t say anything as you shift your attention back to the swarming BETA, canister shot joining the 36mm chaingun fire in shredding whatever is soft in front of you. Eventually, countless scrapes with death later, canister shells depleted, and tired beyond belief, they’re gone. Dead. In pieces in the surrounding landscape.

There’s a chiming sound as someone attempts to contact you in your cockpit.

[ ] Answer it

[ ] Don’t answer it

[ ] Let Foss deal with it

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>>47176862

[ ] Answer it

>>47176862
>[X] Answer it
I'm guessing Schultz is either going to tell us it was the right thing to do, or that we're literally worse than the BETA

>>47176862
[ ] Answer it

>>47176862
[] Answer it

>>47176936
If we're worse than the BETA for mercy killing a pilot so be it. I'd do it for anyone in his case

>>47176913
>>47176936
>>47176972
>>47177016
Votes called. Pretty overwhelming consensus tonight.

>>47177084
I've gotta ask raptor, is there a tiny pilot inside you? Or are you actually raptor sized?

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>>47177167
Nothing in me but FREEDOM and JUSTICE and LIBERTY.

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>>47177216
So there is a tiny man pilotting you...?

You already know who it is when you open the link. Foss will hopefully stay out of this conversation.

“Hey Laura.”

Schultz can’t even bring herself to scowl at you for using her first name. Hell, she looks almost concerned, as if she can feel emotions anymore. “You alright in there Fischer?”

“Nothing a fuckload of synthetic whiskey can’t fix,” you attempt to joke, to try to stay that upbeat devil may care veteran you desperately wanted to be. It wasn’t working. That was never you, but you still tried to become that. Maybe it’d help keep you sane after you were allowed to finally go home. You still had a while before that would happen though, so you could grow into the role, you supposed. If you survived long enough. Odds were low, but you were the lucky motherfucker in the room.

“Yeah. I’m going to have to ask you to share that bottle.” Laura shakes her head, apparently just letting Malinowski handle the other communications while she had a talk with you. Christ, she was actually concerned. “After you write the letter home to Marty and Rick’s wife and kids. With me.”

“I’m afraid for my virtue, can Foss supervise?”

“Permission denied.”

You slouch a little in your seat. “Aye ma’am, when we get back to Helgioland I’ll join you in that. Maybe even bring two bottles.”

In her own fucked up way (hell, you’re all fucked, up, even Foss no matter how well he hides it) she cared for you, and you cared for her. The redhead cut the communications after your reply, leaving you alone once again with your thoughts, until some motherfucker decided to interrupt you.

“So. Alone, with the captain, and a shitload of alcohol. Lewd.”

[ ] Tell Foss to fuck off

[ ] Tell Foss to fuck himself

[ ] Tell Foss he’s a faggot

[ ] Tell Foss he has a tiny dick

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>>47177365
Fuck, forgot my image.

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>>47177365

[ ] Tell Foss he’s a faggot

>>47177365
>[ ] Tell Foss that he's a tiny dicked faggot, and he can go fuck off, then fuck himself.

>>47177365
[] writin >Tell Foss all of the above
>tell him it's not like that and that he needs to worry about getting himself laid

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>>47177365
>[ ] Tell Foss to fuck himself
>[ ] Tell Foss he’s a faggot
When?

Also when the hell are we going to invade Mexico for their nine gold provinces?

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>>47177444
Writan

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"OK, first, it’s not lewd, it’s getting drunk together so neither of us decide to take the 9mm retirement plan instead. Second, you have a tiny dick, like actually microscopic, it’s probably why you’ve never been able to get anything but a one night stand because after one night, they just look at you and laugh.”

Foss was giggling back there, actually fucking GIGGLING as you were chewing him out. That fucking retarded howler monkey.

“Third, you’re also a total fucking faggot, like gayer than two Navy ensigns fucking each other in the closet gay. And fourth, you can both go fuck yourself, and you can go fuck off because if you don’t shut your ass the fuck up while you’re riding bitch with me, I swear to god I will THROW you out of this cockpit into the North Sea.”

“Feel better?”

“Yeah, no thanks to you.” You start the thrusters up, getting airborne after the Captain and the survivors of the squadron. You had twelve when you started the day, and now, half way through you were down two more.

Approaching in the distance, you spot a flight of MiG 29’s, flying low and slow to escort you back to a FOB to check you weren’t too banged up before punting you and your TSA’s back onto Tea Drinking Station.

[ ] Hail them

[ ] Keep insulting Foss

>>47177642
[ ] Hail them

>>47177642
>[X] Hail them

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>>47177642
>[ ] Hail them
PRIVYET

>>47177642
[ ] Hail them

>>47177642
[] hail them, afterwards keep insulting Foss

By the way, I feel like this quest needs its own version of "the three fools" from muv luv unlimited. Can that possibly be a thing? Like have Foss have 2 (hopefully even more) retarded/assholish brothers?

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>>47177722

Votes called, writan

Last story post of the night, sorry I didn't get more out, hopefully what I did was adequate.

“Oh, and you can make yourself useful by giving me a line to them,” you say, jerking your head in the direction of the flight of Fulcrums. As they closed in you could see the markings, just what you’d expected: NVA motherfuckers, the really hardcore legacy units of the German armies. Just who you wanted to see.

“Silver - 3 to commies, come in commies,” you speak out in fluent German. You hear a groan on the other end of the line, and smile a bit. Looks like they were among the other poor bastards stuck at Heligoland Base.

“Ah, ‘Comrade Fischer’, glad to see you made it, like the capitalist cockroach you are,” the other pilot responded, declining to open a video link and instead flying a little closer. It was unmistakably a female voice, and you had to grin a little despite yourself.

Ah, Anje, the hesitant commissar who never ever didn’t brighten your day when you got the opportunity to tease her.

“They forgot the bug spray, but I suppose I’d need to explain what that is to you, much like liberty.” You hum a verse of the star-spangled banner into the mike, and then shut off the link just before she can respond. God, that felt good. At least until Foss let her back in, and threw in the East German national anthem on loop into your headset.

That. Fucker.

NEXT TIME: Friday this time, I swear.

>Heligoland Base

>Tea Drinking Station

>Backstory(?)

Now before I collapse I'll answer any questions and explain what I can to the best of my ability.

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>>47177944
Forgot mah image

>>47177944
Heligoland base maybe? Plus info on whos left in our squad

>>47177944
>Whichever one lets us get drunk with boss lady.

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>>47178005
Basically, Heligoland and its sister island are tiny as fuck islands just off the German coast. Now, here's the real kicker - they're for the most part out of even Heavy Laser range if you stay low enough, and culling operations around this area of coast due to it's proximity to the low countries and Dover are common enough that that's not really too much of an issue.

Heligoland also has the advantage of being on a fucking island with sandbars around it. There's nothing for the BETA to want there, leaving it rather safe from attack - and also leaving the people who were living there before NATO and the EU decided to turn the place into an early warning station for BETA attack on Britain and emergency stop point rather fucking miffed that they were basically sidelined for the most part. It's mostly used by the USMC, Norwegians, and Danish along with some British and German units, especially since they basically turned it into one large island in preparation for future operations.