>>1072876
>> No. It's fine. You'll panic when you're not in public.

>>1072876
>> No. It's fine. You'll panic when you're not in public.

>>1072876
> No. It's fine. You'll panic when you're not in public.

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>>1072876
>No. It's fine. You'll panic when you're not in public.

We're getting better at not panicking

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>>1072876
>WELCOME TO PANIC. POPULATION: YOU

>>1072907
We better start panicking when we're alone though. Otherwise, we're not Elodie Zumwalt!

>>1072876
>> No. It's fine. You'll panic when you're not in public.

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>>1072931
I hope it isn't as much of a crisis as someone else sitting on Nonna's Shoulders.

>>1072965
>pic
It fits. I can see it working.

>>1072965
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>>1072876
> PANIC
> PANIC CITY HOME OF THE NEW YORK PANICS

> No. It's fine. You'll panic when you're not in public.

You take a deep breath. “Yes, Captain. I'll be there as soon as I can.” You nod, hanging up, and shoving your phone back into your pocket. Oh jeez. Okay. That's done, well and done. “Well, I gotta go meet with the Captain, girls. I'll see you all later today.” Everybody says their goodbyes to you. And with that you walk off. You do indeed see Griselda talking with Oleg about new modifications on your way out, along with Carver's girls washing their Jackson after a fresh service.

And there you see Denise ready for you. “Denise. Take me to the offices. I have to meet with the Captain,” you order. Denise blinks, then salutes proudly. She gets onto her kettenkrad and hands you a helmet. Right. Should be fine. Don't panic.

-

-

You sit in the Captain's Office, panicking. You're alone for now, her yeoman directed you in to wait there for now.

Panicking INTENSIFYING OH GOD WHAT IF SHE WANTS TO KICK YOU OFF THE SHIP!? YOU KNEW YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE TAKEN SO MANY VACATION DAYS! AAAHHHH “Commander.” You turn around to see Captain Spruance walking in, her sleeves hanging over her hands as she grips a mug of coffee. Under her arm is a folder full of papers as well. She walks up to her grand little desk which makes her look even tinier, and sits down at the even bigger chair. “How are you doing?”

“Fine,” you say simply.

“Interesting, I would've expected awesome or feelin' great after that set!” says Spruance with a grin. You shrug, smiling back. “Let me get to the point though, Ellie. I'm sure you're dying to get back to work for now.” You nod, allowing her to continue. “The new school year is approaching, and approaching fast. We have new apprentice navy students coming, plus new General Studies students, all that stuff. Plus their equivalent families in some cases.” She places the folder down on her desk. “A couple of slots opened up, Ellie.”

“For what?” you ask.

Captain Spruance leans back in her seat. “Your parents. We are prepared to offer your parents job training and a place to stay here on the ship. I had to pull some strings, and there is the issue of potential nepotism, but... you are a very hard worker. And I think you and your parents deserve a place to stay on LGA.”

R... really?

“What do you say?” asks Captain Spruance.

> “I'd need to talk to my parents first.”
> “Yes! Of course!”
> “I can't accept this.”
> Other

>>1073012
> “Yes! Of course!”
> “I'd need to talk to my parents first.”

I want us to give them a better life!

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>>1073012
>“I'd need to talk to my parents first.”

>>1073012
> “I'd need to talk to my parents first.”
Because we need to try our very best to convince NOT to get on the ship. They'd embarrass us every damn day.

>>1073012
>> “I'd need to talk to my parents first.”

>>1073012
> “Yes! Of course!”
> “Yes! Of course!”
>YES!
YES!

>>1073012
>> “I'd need to talk to my parents first.”
>> “Yes! Of course!”

Now we have to double down on the work

>>1073012
>> “I'd need to talk to my parents first.”
>> “Yes! Of course!”

>>1073012
>> “I'd need to talk to my parents first.”

> “I'd need to talk to my parents first.”

“I-... I'd need to talk to my parents first about it. I'd love to- but they should-”

“Of course.” Captain Spruance says, “Take the time to call them then come back. I'll be waiting.” You nod, hurrying to grab your phone and give your parents a call. It's a Monday though, they might be working. Ooooh... You dial Dad's number. Come on, Dad. Pick up, pick up.

“Hello? Ellie?” It's Dad. Yes! “Is something wrong?”

“Hi, Dad! I'm not bothering you, am I?” you ask.

“No, no. What's up? Is something the matter?”

“Dad. I need you to talk to Mom. There are slots open to move in to LGA for the two of you. They're offering you job training and the wages should be above minimum wage too! There is a monthly rent, but you can discuss things with the Logistics officers, okay? Dad? Dad? Are you okay?”

“... so we can move in with you?”

“Yeah!”

“... oh. Okay.”

“Are you okay?”

“Well. I mean- This has just come so far out of left field that I'm honestly unsure how to react! I-... Listen, I'll talk to your mother! I'm sure we'd love to move in. Okay? But don't start the paperwork, we- I'll get your mother! We'll call you, okay?”

“Okay!” You smile. “Bye, Dad.”

“Bye!”

You step back into the office, and give a nod to Captain Spruance eagerly. “Great.” She hands off the folder to you. “There are the forms. Talk those over with your parents. If you need to reconsider, just let me know. Turn those in before September though, things are going to get busy round that time, alright?” You nod violently. “And hey. You do very good work, Ellie. We're glad to have you.”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>1073127
> Polite
"Thank you, happy to be of some help."

And thus, humble Ellie takes over. As per usual.

>>1073127
>> Polite
We have to work even harder now.....

>>1073127
>> Polite

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>>1073127
>> Polite

>>1073127
>Polite

> Polite

You bow to Captain Spruance. “Thank you, happy to be of some help, Captain.”

“Of course, of course!” She smiles back at you. “And hey, if your parents do come aboard, I'd love to meet them! See how they raised a studious and hardworking girl like you!” You smile a little, blushing. Aw, she exaggerates. Though this does mean that you might have to work a little harder now. If your parents do come aboard, that's a pair of people who will be judging you and your actions closely.

Even if they are your parents.

“Dismissed, Ellie.” With that, you turn on your heels and march on out to meet with Denise. She smiles happily at you.

“How'd it go?”

“Swimmingly,” you say. “Right...” What to do now?

> Head to work.
> Take Vacation Day (VACATION DAYS: 5)
> Other

>>1073249
> Head to work.

>>1073249
>> Head to work.

>>1073249
>> Head to work.

>>1073249
>> Head to work.

>>1073249
> Take Vacation Day (VACATION DAYS: 5)

Work on those quests. Either a crew, cash or just get a portrait painted.

>>1073249
>Head to work.

>>1073249
>Head to work.

Must work off stress

> Head to work.

-

-

“This just came in.” Athena places a form down on your desk. “The Navigations Department is requesting you approve the measures to modernize all Nav stations. That means new computers, transferring students in so that they aren't as overworked, all that stuff.” You nod. Alright, fair enough. You take a pen, starting on filling the form out.

Tessa as well says, “Also, Agriculture is reporting that the extermination of the feral rabbits went well. No more rabbits eating their crops.” Excellent.

You look to Hilda. “Money's good.” Eh... okay.

Caldwell? She shrugs. Eh.

Alright, everything is looking ship shape then-

“Has anyone seen Nimitz?” asks Tessa. You look around. Uh oh. He's not here.

How is the blind girl the one to notice he's not here?

Caldwell says, “He's probably out scouting for things to eat.”

> “You're right. Let's just leave it.”
> Go on a hunt for Nimitz.
> Other

>>1073366
>“You're right. Let's just leave it.”

>>1073366
>> “You're right. Let's just leave it.”
Trying to find a cat is a test of futility.

>>1073366
>“You're right. Let's just leave it.”

Send Denise on a look around for Nimitz. Just a quick one, though. She can wear the trenchcoat and do a missing persons noir thing

>>1073366
>>1073382
>>1073387
Sure, I can support this.

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We should create an officers only app called Shitlist or Badbook. Whenever a subordinate fucks up (mildly) but gets told "I'll deal with you later", their name gets added to Shitlist for 24 hours.

Other officers can then search it and use it to send the offender off on makework jobs that will probably be crappy.

Like searching for cats.

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>>1073366
>> “You're right. Let's just leave it.”

>>1073366
>> Other
"Ask around if anyone sees him. We'll start panic if nobody sees him for... what, several hour?"

>>1073366
> “You're right. Let's just leave it.”
Cats come and go as they please, if he hasn't turned up in a couple days we can worry but for now there's not much point.

>>1073366
>> Go on a hunt for Nimitz.

>>1073479
BAKA i imagine some of those feral rabbits managed to ambushed Nimitz and take him hostage.
....i reading too much Cat Shit One.

> “You're right. Let's just leave it.”

You sigh. “You're right, you're right.” You do worry a little for Nimitz, but you suppose cats will be cats. You quickly fill out the form then motion to Denise to come over. She walks on over, and you give the form to her. “Take that to Commander of Logistics.” She nods, hurrying on out of the room. Caldwell glares a little at you, pouting a bit. “Something the matter?”

“It's nothing,” she says.

You roll your eyes as Athena and Tessa go back to their stations. Sergeant Mulcahy stands by your side. “You know, Caldwell. We are working together nominally. It'd be nice if we were on the same page about things.”

“Hmph.” She turns her nose up. “Fine. If you must know, I'm a little swamped with these reports and-”

“Did those boys buzz you again?” asks Athena bluntly.

“Yes.” Caldwell frowns heavily, not liking having to admit it.

“You didn't fall in a manure pit this time though,” you say.

She sighs, frustrated. “No. I didn't. But it's like- do those boys have anything better to do with their planes like... you know, practice? It's like... eugh! They're trying to compensate for something I'm sure!” She folds her arms, huffing and puffing angrily. “Why, I'd be willing to give them a piece of my mind if I ever saw them!”

> “They'll be gone at the end of the month, just deal with it.”
> “Why don't you just go and give them a piece of your mind, this is our ship.”
> “Eh. The boys are alright if you get to know them.”
> Other

>>1073526
>Why not join the tankery team. We have Anti-aircraft guns so you can shoot back when they try to attack.

I managed to leave one smoking with a .50 cal

>>1073526
> “Eh. The boys are alright if you get to know them.”
> “They'll be gone at the end of the month, just deal with it.”

At least some of them aren't horrible...but giving them a piece of her mind means that they'll actively be waiting until she has to dive into manure/mud/garbage/water.

>>1073526
This >>1073532
It's cathartic.

>>1073526
>> “Eh. The boys are alright if you get to know them.”

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>>1073526
This >>1073532

Also > “Why don't you just go and give them a piece of your mind, this is our ship.”

>>1073526
>> “Why don't you just go and give them a piece of your mind, this is our ship.”
Go with Caldwell also.

>>1073543
>>1073546
>>1073574
>>1073581
Why not just ask her to join?

We do have a spare tank, and it should be hard to get a AA mount.

>>1073526
Do >>1073532

I just realized two things.
1_ playing the Sims before color screens must've been quite a challenge.
2_ Nimitz might've gotten confused with a rabbit,

>>1073596
Didn't think it was the time. But soon...I am not against it. Just think we got to slow sell. Not hard.

>>1073604
>Spoiler
I most certainly hope not. That would be a bit of a swerve

>>1073633
It can't be a slow sell if we don't mention it at all. We need to plant the idea at least.

Hell, offer to pay for a .50 Cal AA mount, we have a bit of cash left and she can use the Swede Tank.

>>1073643
Maybe let here ride into our Oliver, manning that .50 when boys comes out.
Then when she hooked up, put her on that Swede.

>>1073647
Sounds like a bait and switch to me.

>>1073650
...well, if you say it like that, yes, its kinda bait and switch.
At any rate, we should show here the pleasure of manning .50 against that boys.

Maybe we can even let her fire the main gun. That sends shivers down girls' spines, I hear.

>>1073670
Sure, that's fine but do let her know what we have which is only the swede tank.

> Other

“Why not join the Tankery team?” you ask. “We got AA guns, you can shoot them down if you'd like.” Caldwell stares at you, curiously. “I once left one of them smoking. It's a pretty cathartic experience, you know?”

Caldwell shrugs. “That remains to be seen I suppose. Tankery isn't really my thing.”

“A lot of people say that,” you say. “Practice is on Tuesday if you'd like.”

She nods, pondering on it.

-

-

> JOB COMPLETE
> + 5 CP

With that done, you were now leaving the Offices. You and your retinue of girls were ready. “Athena, going to go help Winona?” you ask.

“If I don't, she'll probably hurt herself, so yes.” She shrugs a bit. “Were you gonna come help too?”

> “Sure.”
> “Not today.” (Embark on another subquest)
> Other

>>1073706
>> “Sure.”
Lets make sure our Nona is safe and not fused with her creation.

>>1073706
>> “Sure.”

We need to finish her quest.

>>1073706
> “Sure.”
I feel like most of the other things we have to do don't have actual sidequests yet, or at least they haven't been added to the Situation pastebin. Did we ever get a sidequest of Jockey Redemption Arc?

>>1073706
> “Sure.”
I do hope Nimitz is okay.

Nimitz is preggers...

>>1073706
>“Sure.”

>>1073752
>spoilers
If Nimitz was, the whole boat would've heard.

>>1073748
Yes we did.

and we also have to help bakery girl. Its going to be another month of her alone

>>1073748
No need for a formal quest, just put things to do in the bin.

>>1073706
Anon is right >>1073770

We should go check up on Bakery Girl

>>1073759
You say that, but cats are pretty expert hiders, especially when the spoilered situation happens.

>>1073861
Yes but they are loud as fuck during mating season

> “Sure.”

-

-

“Oh, hey, guys!” You find Winona in front of... what the fuck is that!? She grins, giving you two thumbs up. “Say hello to the tank torpedo! They used to mount these babies on experimental BT tank frames!”

Athena walks up to the ten torpedoes she has, along with the frames. There are even more torpedoes in the back as well. “So. What's their bore?”

“420mm,” Winona explains.

You chuckle a little in disbelief. “That's more than a Sturmtiger's rocket.”

“Yep! And if a BT-7 can carry two of them, why not a Panzer IV carrying... eight ready and about twenty in a special made trailer behind it? See, I've decided to revise the plans a little.” She shows you the new blueprints. The old schmalturm with the Challenger 2 gun has been X'd out, now replaced with a custom missile frame. “I'm going to turn this thing into a short range heavy tank destroyer. Agile enough to do urban combat and keep up with light tanks, but packing enough punch to take on the biggest Unlimited tanks!”

Athena squints her eyes a little. “What the fuck do you need 420mm rockets for?”

“Well, armor is a really popular upgrade,” says Winona. “Plus, Christie produces reproduction Maus frames for a pretty penny. Plus, almost everything is phenomally fast. I even hear a school is working on attached ducted fan engines to a tank.”

“Why?” you ask.

“To make it fly, why else?” asks Winona. What. “... what? There's no rule in Unlimited saying your tank can't fly.”

“Um. Okay.” You scratch your hair a little.

“Anyway, what I need from you to help me build the frame for this,” says Winona. “What do you say?”

> “Sure, I guess we can do that.”
> “You should reconsider. (Another idea?)”
> Other

>>1073935
>“Sure, I guess we can do that.”
Looks like a good project to me. We'll need to ask her what does she have planned for long range sniping, though.

>>1073935
>“Sure, I guess we can do that.”

this idea seems sane, by unlimited standards

>>1073935
>> “Sure, I guess we can do that.”

>>1073935
> “Sure, I guess we can do that.”
I'm glad she took our advice about focussing the idea up to heart.

>>1073935
>> “Sure, I guess we can do that.”

> “Sure, I guess we can do that.”

“Sure, I guess we can do that, Winona. Did you have the engine picked out?” you ask.

“I do! It arrives tomorrow,” she says. “It's a surprise though, I want to see your face when we pull it out of the crate!” she says. “And it came surprisingly cheap. But today, let's work on the frame! I want full 360 degree coverage. We'll do sort of a box thing to save ourselves some time, yeah?” You nod. After studying the blueprints, you take to the metal. What Winona is building here is essentially a Raketenpanzer IV except bigger. At the very least, Winona's designs were sensible.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wyz_2DEah4o

So you broke out the tools, and cued the music.

> ONE A-TEAM MONTAGE LATER <

The missile frame was complete. Trouble was, because of the sheer size of the 420mm rockets, the actual turret was quite a bit larger than the width of the tank. In fact, you were definitely sure that if this thing wanted to turn down alleyways, it'd have to do it with the turret turned to the side. But overall, it was actually quite well-built thanks to the handiwork of Winona and Athena. You were just there to listen to what they say. “Look at that.” As you bolt the turret down to the tank, you take one more look at it.

Good Christ, what have you done.

Winona smiles as you and Athena come down off the tank. “It's beautiful!”

Athena shrugs, smiling a little. “Gotta admit. Design's grown on me a little.”

“Right. I think we've done enough for today. Sun's setting after all,” says Winona.

Athena nods. “I should get home actually.”

“Alright. I'm gonna head back to the hangar then. Wanna come with, Ellie?” asks Winona.

> Head back to the Tank Hangar.
> Call Someone (Who?)
> Follow Athena home, have a chat with her maybe?
> Go somewhere else (Where?)
> Other

>>1074118
> Head back to the Tank Hangar.
> Call Someone (Caldwell)

Have her test the .50 cal

>>1074118
> Go somewhere else (Skycrafts hangars)
I'd like to see how the boys' repairs are going on their plane that we wrecked, and bring Winona too, she seems to have some aviation parts sources so maybe we can mend some bridges while we're there. And also can interrogate Jockey to find out why they intervened in the first place.

>>1074118
>> Go somewhere else (Where?)
Skycraft!

>>1074118
> Call Someone (Who?)

Bakery girl!

>>1074118
>>1074137
>>1074177
supporting this for calling bakery girl.

>>1074118
Oh crap do >>1074177
Forgot about her. Again.

>>1074118
>>1074137
>>1074177
calling bakery girls while visiting skycrat. forgot about that.

>>1074203
What if the bakery needs help, and we're wasting time going to places we have no need to?

>>1074224
test subjects for her learned skills.

> Go somewhere else
> Call Someone

“Hey, Penny?”

“Oh, Ellie, what's up?”

“Not much. Listen, I got an idea for you, wanna hear it?”

“Does it involve cooking stuff?”

“It involves cooking stuff. Meet at the Skycraft grounds.”

“... why?”

“You'll see.”

-

-

You, Denise, and Mulcahy watch as Penny drives her food truck down to one of the Skycraft hangars. Some curious boys watch on, wondering what the heck is going on. “What's going on here, Ellie?” she asks from the driver's seat.

“You know how to cook cookies right?” you ask.

She shrugs. “Anyone can learn how I guess. I got a bit better though. Why?”

You motion out to the Skycraft grounds, where several boys are wandering around, fixing or cleaning their planes, stuff like that. “Your first test subjects.” Penny looks at all of them, then nervously starts blushing. “What's wrong?”

“I uh...” She puffs her cheeks out a bit. “Not exactly the most charismatic girl.”

“Someone say charismatic?” Jack walks up to all of you, backed up by Jeep Jockey and a few other friends as well. “What's the food truck for?”

“I'm trying to help Penny get her club off the ground,” you say. “I feel she could use some experience selling to people.”

“Ah, I see.” Jack smirks a bit, folding his arms. “Well, whaddya selling, sweetcheeks?” Penny bursts red in the face, toying with the steering wheel. “Aw, don't be shy!” He takes a sniff of the air. “Ooooh, I smell cookies!” He rubs his hands together, grinning.

Penny mutters a bit. “I'll get cooking.” She heads to the back of the truck and lowers down the side flaps, revealing the counter for her work.

> Help out Penny with the cooking.
> Check in on Jeep Jockey, see what's what.
> Talk with Jack, how's the team doing?
> Other

>>1074268
> Help out Penny with the cooking.

I'd like to mess with Jockey but we just can't ditch her, she'll burn the carrier to the ground.

>>1074268
>> Help out Penny with the cooking.

>>1074268
> Help out Penny with the cooking.

We gotta help with culinary skills and confidence.

>>1074268
>Help out Penny with the cooking.

>>1074268
> Help out Penny with the cooking.
> Other
We can still talk with Jack as we go back and forth, ask him how the repairs are coming on that Hudson, and why his team intervened.

>>1074268
>>1074308
Fine, i'll support this.

>>1074308
Do we care? We already apologized and he already got paid.

>>1074338
Yeah, no reason to be callous about it, besides, I imagine if we had Oliver trashed by someone else, we'd be less peeved if they expressed some concern about it. And less peeved boys means less chance of getting our shit bombed during training.

> Help out Penny with the cooking.

You decide to get into the truck, put on an apron, and help Penny out with the cookies. You knead the dough, you get the chocolate chips, the sugar, the frosting, etc, and get to work. Denise as well helps out, being a good girl that she is, while Mulcahy starts getting an orderly line together. A line of Skycraft boys and girls starts stretching back quite a ways. “Okay, uh... chocolate chip cookies.” She places down a fresh batch. “One dollar each!” The first boy dumps a few dollars, taking some cookies. “Sugar cookies please, Ellie!”

“Yeah!” you say. You place down some sugar cookies for her. The truck is a bit of a tight squeeze, occasionally you do bump asses with Penny or more worryingly dock breasts with Denise. But all that only makes the boys more adamant in getting cookies for whatever reason. Some take ten, others take fifteen, one even bought an entire batch of thirty cookies. And surprisingly Perrine had enough dough for all of it!

By the time the entire team was served, the three of you were caked in dough, sugar, and melted chocolate. It had been an hour and you missed dinner, but... “Here.” Penny smiles at you, handing you a wad of money. “This is yours.”

“How much is it?” you ask.

“It's five hundred dollars!” You... you served 500 cookies? “No, we did not serve 500 cookies. Some of that is just in general for your help.” She smiles, holding it out to you. “Take it.”

> “I can't accept it.”
> Take it.
> Other

>>1074465
>“I can't accept it.”
Not after leaving her to dry for so long.

>>1074465
>> Take it
>>Then give it to her to invest the 500 in advertising in promoting the cooking club and maybe she can sell for our matches.

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>>1074465
>“I can't accept it.”

Wheeze a little at that generosity.

Also
>Perrine

She's a good and patient girl you can remember her name!

>>1074465
> “I can't accept it.”

>>1074506
i'm sorry anon, i keep confusing her name

>>1074465
>> “I can't accept it.”

> “I can't accept it.”

You gently push it away, sighing. “I can't accept it, Penny.” She looks surprised, looking down at it. “You need that money more than I do. Take it and help make your club great again. You can do a lot with 500 dollars.”

She frowns a little, then nods. “Alright.” She smiles happily then, then hugs you. “Thanks, Ellie.” You pat her on the back, sighing deeply. “Well!” She steps back, looking to you with a very proud expression. “Maybe I'll start serving these things before you matches, alright?” You nod.

“Yeah, FleetFest too, that's coming up,” you say.

“Yeah, I know!” She gasps a bit. “I'll need some people to help me. I gotta start recruiting.” She heads on over to her truck, talking to herself about making plans. “Then I gotta find a booth, and then I gotta rent some equipment! Oh man, so much to do, so little time!”

> NOTE: PENNY SPENCER will now produce a random amount of cash after a weekend set for you on top of your usual wage.

You smile a bit, then look to Denise and Mulcahy. “Well, I'm just about ready to-” Your stomach growls. Oh.

Jeep Jockey comes over, munching on a cookie. “I heard a bear, you girls in trouble or something?” The three of you look at him funny. “What?” He points to the cookie. “I bought like ten. They're real good.”

“Well, that's nice,” you say. “How are things Jeep Jockey?”

“Could be better,” he says. “If you want I can make you dinner or something. I'd buy you something but that ten dollars was all I had for today.” He taps his head. “Gotta budget pretty wisely you know.” You look over to see Denise and Mulcahy sort of skeptically glaring at Jeep Jockey. Oh those two.

> Have dinner made by Jeep Jockey
> “No thanks. I'm heading back to the hangar.”
> “Dinner will be on me, we can go some place.”
> Other

>>1074658
> “Dinner will be on me, we can go some place.”

>>1074658
>> Have dinner made by Jeep Jockey
Let's help him with skycraft.

>>1074658
>Have dinner made by Jeep Jockey

>>1074658
>> Have dinner made by Jeep Jockey

>>1074658
>“No thanks. I'm heading back to the hangar.”

>>1074658

> Have dinner made by Jeep Jockey

>>1074658
> Have dinner made by Jeep Jockey

JJ is a good boy.

>>1074658
> Have dinner made by Jeep Jockey
Has he ever mentioned being able to cook before?

>>1074658
> Have dinner made by Jeep Jockey
What is the worst that could happen?

>>1074658
>> Have dinner made by Jeep Jockey
And give him some money for it, like 20 dollars..

> Have dinner made by Jeep Jockey

-

-

You, Denise, and Mulcahy sit under the wing of one of the P-40s, and there Jeep Jockey delivers three tins of what look to be rice with a bit of beans, beef, and some unidentifiable red sauce thrown in there. You take a spoon and take a bit out of it. “How is it?” you ask.

“It's not bad,” you say. Honestly speaking, it could be better, but not bad all things considered. “Do you cook often, Jeep Jockey?”

“Nah.” He shrugs, taking his own tin to eat out of and sitting down next to you. “I just watch a lot of Gordon Ramsay videos and try to copy what he does. We got a pretty well equipped kitchen though all things considered so if I could cook, my name wouldn't be Jeep Jockey.”

“It'd be Cook,” you say.

He nods, smiling a little. “Yeah.”

“So what was with the intervention before the match?” you ask.

Jeep Jockey wipes some rice off of his cheek, frowning a little. “Ah, that's just a little Skycraft tradition.” He shrugs a bit. “We meet another Skycraft out in practice, we're obligated to uh... make it a bit more exciting.”

“So randomly attacking people while they practice isn't just something Jack made up?” you ask.

“Skirmishes are a fact of life in Skycraft,” he says. “You gotta have your head on a swivel, even when you're practicing or just taking a simple flight. We try not to skirmish over cities though but you know, it's part of how Skycraft runs. You gotta earn your wings, nobody's going to bring you up and expect you to fly just because your Dad was good at it or because you know a lot about planes. It's...” He leans back a bit, sighing. “It's cutthroat in a sense. You got people below you trying to take your place, you got people above you trying to push you down.”

“That doesn't sound like Tankery,” you say. Mulcahy and Denise look at Jeep Jockey skeptically as they eat.

“Nah, it doesn't,” he says. “But hell if I don't love it. It's a shame I didn't get to fly during that.” He stirs at his tin, moping a little.

“Did you talk to Jack about trying out again?” you ask.

“I did,” he says simply. “But it's up to the coaches to let me in, they won't. Not unless I show them I can actually fly.”

“Well, can you?” you ask.

“I can!” he says. “But-...”

“Are you afraid of heights or something?” Worth a shot.

“No!” He glares at you. “That is just- no. I just-... I'm not good at keeping planes intact. I crash planes a lot. I crashed during the entrance test, I crashed during my practices before that. I-...” He looks up, pursing his lips a little.

> “Why do you keep crashing?”
> “Maybe you should stop crashing.”
> “Well, I can't judge you if I don't see you fly.”
> Other

>>1074506
>Perrine
Im so triggered right now GermanSchteel cause she always fuck everything SO BAD ITS NOT FUNNY!

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>>1074847
>“Maybe you should stop crashing.”

>>1074858
Pic related

>>1074847
>> “Well, I can't judge you if I don't see you fly.”

>>1074847
>> “Why do you keep crashing?”

>> “Well, I can't judge you if I don't see you fly.”

>>1074847

> “Why do you keep crashing?”
>Depth perception issues? Colourblind?

At first I assumed it couldn't be eye related since no glasses, but there are contacts I guess. And he never said he crashed when landing, so...

>>1074847
> “Why do you keep crashing?”

>>1074847
> “Why do you keep crashing?”

>“Well, I can't judge you if I don't see you fly.”

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Also, i immediately reminded to this.

No, totally not trying to lure GS to back to do SW quest

>>1074847
>“Why do you keep crashing?”

Have you tried not crashing?

> “Why do you keep crashing?”

“Why do you keep crashing?” you ask.

“I don't know,” he says. “I mean, I love flying below the hard deck for sure but... it's like there's something in the back of my mind. Tells me to check things. I check my instruments, I check the canopy, I check every bit of sky there is.” Hm, interesting. “And the more I check, I get more and more nervous, and when I get nervous, I just start kind of freezing. And when I freeze, I'm not doing anything so... yeah. Most of the reason I crash is because I get a bit nervous.”

“Right. So you overthink things then.” You place down your empty tin, then fold your arms and look at him sternly. “You know. I'm not here to be your cheerleader.”

“Aw, that's a shame, I had the outfit and everything,” he mutters. “But yeah. Look, I understand the coach's reasons for blackballing me like this. Freezing in Tankery, I'm sure you can forgive. But people get hurt in Skycraft if they don't react or if they just lock up and stop responding to anything. I'm a walking safety hazard.” He huffs.

“If you're a safety hazard, why do they let you drive jeeps then?” asks Denise.

“Because I can drive stick, why else?” he says. He blinks, then says, “If you think flying a plane is like driving stick-”

“You don't overthink things driving stick do you?” you ask. He stops, thinking on it. “I think you should just stop overthinking things. It can't be that hard.”

“Believe me, I've tried every trick in the book,” he grumbles. “Music, wearing goggles to focus my eyes forward, all that stuff. It- it's just like... I don't know.” He shakes his head.

…

He shrugs, standing up. “I mean, Jack was nice enough to hook me up with a trainer anyway. So. I guess I got time to practice.”

“But they're not going to let you fly, right?” you ask.

He shakes his head. “They'll boot me from the team altogether if I'm flying without the coach's permission.” He folds his arms. “Well, this was- want me to drive you home? It's gonna get dark soon.”

> “Nah. Show me your trainer.”
> “Sure.”
> “Nah, we'll make our way back.”
> Other

>>1075139
>> “Nah. Show me your trainer.”

>>1075139
>“Nah, we'll make our way back.”
>"Have you tried being something other than a pilot? A gunner, bombardier, radio op, navigator, something like that? It's not flying, per se, but at least you're up there."

>>1075139
>“Nah. Show me your trainer.”

>>1075139
>> “Nah. Show me your trainer.”
>>1075155
This, work your way up.

>>1075139
>> “Nah. Show me your trainer.”

>>1075139
> “Nah. Show me your trainer.”

>>1075139
> “Nah. Show me your trainer.”

> “Nah. Show me your trainer.”

-

-

Jeep Jockey pushes the hangar door down to let you all take a look. Inside were a row of old airplanes, except... a bit more rundown in appearance. They resembled Wildcats at a glance, but you realized now they were a bit smaller. “These are the training aircraft. We don't use actual trainers with two seats in KDH, can't really afford them.”

“What are they?” you ask.

“F2A Buffalos,” he says. “Kind of deathtraps. The team used to roll with these before we started purchasing P-40s and Spitfires in bulk.” He shrugs, stepping up to one of them. He pats the side of it, the dust shaking off the fuselage a bit. “This one's mine. Name of Heavenly Body.”

You squint at it. “I don't see any art on it.”

“Art's long gone,” he says. “We don't really have time to take care of these things anymore besides the basic engine work. So...” He shrugs. “Yeah. This is my plane. Wright R-1820-40 Cyclone engine, not a lot of armor but... they turn and they can climb pretty good. I dunno though, what do you think?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>1075361
>Neutral
Wish it was a Lawn Dart.

>>1075361
> Polite
Could use a little TLC. But she seems nice.

>>1075361
>> Polite

>>1075361
> Polite

>>1075361
> Polite

>>1075361
> Polite

> Polite

“With a little TLC and some elbow grease, I think it could be a pretty good plane.” You place your hands on your hips, frowning heavily. “But. I'm not very well-versed on planes to be honest.”

“Well. I'll be honest with you,” he says. “I really do like the Buffalos. Other guys though think of them as deathtraps though, but these are the F2A-2 variants. You got a powerful engine, bigger props, more guns. Still climbs and turns like a beauty. But most people know the Buffalo by the F2A-3 variant which was a complete pile of crap,” he says simply. “Continuation High loves these Buffalos though if it's any consolation I guess.”

“So you're confident you can use this plane?” you ask.

“Eh... Yeah. I guess.”

You fold your arms. “You guess?”

“I mean, it's been a while since I've flown. And they're not going to let me fly anyway so...” He sighs deeply, rubbing his nose. “I don't know why you're helping me anyway.”

“Could just be because I want to,” you say simply. He looks at you, surprised. But he smiles just faintly and pats the Buffalo again. To be honest, it really does hurt to see someone love a sport so much yet not be able to partake in it. Almost reminds you of Miss McPherson or...

Well, Mom.

Oh God. Mom.

“Well, I should drive you back to the Tank Hangar. It's getting real late. The guys will never shut up if they find out we're messing around with a plane past sundown,” he says very simply. Oh fuck, no. You do not want that. Denise and Mulcahy stop their glaring from outside the door and follow the two of you out. “I'll give it a good dusting down but honestly, I'm not sure if I'll be able to fly it.”

“Maybe we'll have a talk with your coaches,” you say.

Hm. Maybe.

>>1075551
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>>1075563
Good thread boss. Moving through side quests is great. Hope to see Nonna's done by the end of the week.

Lets hope Nimitz is safe.

>>1075563
Thanks for the run Schteel, catch you tomorrow.

>>1075361
F2As aren't deathtraps if used properly. Just ask the Finns.

>>1075551
>>1075563
Thanks for running! JJ is right about the earlier models being better, adding all the extra crap on the Brewster without an engine upgrade ruined it.

>>1075563
what did nimitz do this rest of the day?

>>1075638
FIND OUT NEXT TIME ON GIRLS UND PANZER: LAFAYETTE GIRLS ACADEMY QUEST 2

ON TOMORROW'S PROGRAM:

> BOYS STARE AT ELODIE'S TITS
> NIMITZ THE CAT IS FOUND
> AND WINONA POKES HER HEAD OUT OF A HATCH

>>1075638
Being Admiral

>>1075590
Admittedly, the Finns also got to use it in cold weather, which got around the persistent issues the F2s had in the Pacific with engine overheating and reliability woes. And they were flying against planes closer to their calibre, like the Soviet I-16, rather than getting dunked by Zeroes all day long.

That's not to say the Buffalo's a bad plane, just much like the Hurricane and other mid-30s designs it was already approaching obsolescence in the fighter role by the onset of WW2 and certainly by the time the US joined the war it was past its used-by-date.

>>1075638
Killing the mind control hamster.

The coaches aren't going to listen to us, not after we told the flyboys to fuck off.
Which is a healthy practice, actually. We should do more of it.

>>1075563
Good thread, GS. Hope tomorrow goes better.

>>1075709
Not to mention the Russian Pilots weren't that experienced in he Winter war.

>>1075563
Thanks for the run.

Jockey loves to fly but crashes all the time. So in other words he's Launchpad McQuack?

>>1075563
Thanks for the fun, boss.

>>1075864
Probably, but don't tell him that. It'll kill him.