>>1283898
>> “Regardless. We should start preparing for FleetFest.”

>>1283898
> “Regardless. We should start preparing for FleetFest.”
> "I mean, I would love to get in but..."

>>1283898
> “Regardless. We should start preparing for FleetFest.”

Focus on what's important. Doing FleetFest right and winning matches.

>>1283898
>“Regardless. We should start preparing for FleetFest.”

>>1283898
>“Regardless. We should start preparing for FleetFest.”
Sounds smart.

> “Regardless. We should start preparing for FleetFest.”

“Regardless. We should start preparing for FleetFest,” you proclaim. Right now, despite your actual want to be in the All-Star Game, you think it best right now that you put your mind at ease with the help of some hard work. “We do it right, and we win our matches against Joan D’Orleans and Zhou Enlai. Once that’s done, we can start griping about the postseason.”

“I like that!” Stack bangs her fist into her palm. “I say we give Oliver a good cleaning!”

“After that,” says Ingrid. “We should seek out donations. Maybe collect money from Penny too.”

“Right!” Josephina smiles. “Shall we get to it then?”

“Yeah!” You nod, smiling. “Let’s-“ You hear a throat clear behind you. You turn around to see Jeep Jockey, standing there. With your jacket under his arm. “… Oh. Jeep Jockey.” You turn back to your girls, and any excitement they may have had is instantly replaced by smugness. Ugh…

Jeep Jockey holds out your jacket, smiling a bit. “You left this back at the hangar, Elodie.” You swipe your jacket, looking away from him. Hmph. “Just wanted to say thanks for helping last night too.”

Winona steps in front of you, giving Jeep Jockey a stinkeye. “Hm? You two didn’t pull any fooly cooly antics, did you?”

“Oh, no, no! I mean- it was uh…” He shakes his head. “No, no. She was just helping me train for my showdown next week. Just uh-“ He steps back, pointing his thumb back to his jeep outside. “I’ll- I’ll just go. Nice seeing you, Ellie.”

> “Nice seeing you too.”
> “Stay. You’re going to help us.”
> Other

>>1284014
> “Stay. You’re going to help us
In a bizarre turn of events Ellie says something she may regret because of the hyenas she works with.

>>1284014
> “Stay. You’re going to help us.”

Goddamn, Samurai Jack was intense.

>>1283898
Ouch.

>>1284014
> “Stay. You’re going to help us.”

>>1284055
Its merely the truth...we're not glamourous tankers. Analysts will never see us as a big deal. But everyone else knows. Oh yes they do!

>>1284014
> Other

What's the training plan for today?

>>1284014
>> “Stay. You’re going to help us.”

>>1284014
> “Nice seeing you too.”

> “Stay. You’re going to help us.”

“Stay, Jeep Jockey. You’re going to help us.” He glances around, confused. Then he nods slowly. “Right.” You pull your jacket on, sighing. “Here’s what we’re going to do. We should take the time to start raising money not just for ourselves, but for our team too.” You point to Suvorov and crew around their brank spanking new Panzer III with 50mm gun. “Take that for instance.” You point to Iris and her crew as they mount an infrared sight on their Churchill. “Or that. The sky’s the limit.”

“So you want us to raise money then?” asks Winona.

“Yep. And then-“

“Ellie.” Griselda walks on up to you, smiling. “Can I ask you a favor?” Oh.

“What’s up?” you ask.

“Meryl Hoffmeister and Mei Xiang are coming around for FleetFest.” Griselda grimaces at saying her name. “They’ll be arriving at the airport in a couple of hours. Can I trust you to pick them up and lead them on to their quarters?”

“Are they not arriving with their teams?” asks Stack.

“Meryl and I actually exchange emails so we wanted to spend some time together before FleetFest,” Griselda explains. “I don’t know why Mei wants to come around though. Still, I’m pretty busy working some details out with Oleg. Can you pick them up, Ellie?”

> “Sure, we can.”
> “Actually…” (Embark on a Subquest)
> Other

>>1284217
> “Sure, we can.”
Lets help out!

>>1284217
> “Sure, we can.”

Someone needs to keep an eye on Mei

>>1284217
>> “Sure, we can.”

>>1284217
>> “Sure, we can.”
Goddamit, we need to finish sub quests but.....

> “Sure, we can.”

You nod. “Sure, Griselda. You mind if I take my crew with me?” She shakes her head. “Alright. We’ll take Jeep Jockey’s jeep then.”

“Wait, what?” Jeep Jockey blinks.

“You’re driving, buddy.” Stack slaps Jeep Jockey on the arm, making him yelp as the crew moves past him. You almost feel sorry for him. Almost.

-

-

You hold up a cue card with the name “HOFFMEISTER/XIANG” on it as you stand in the airport lobby. “It’s been a while since we got to talk with Meryl. Not enough time since we got to talk with Mei,” says Ingrid. “You think Griselda and Meryl are close?”

You shrug. “Wouldn’t be surprising, commanders of their own teams after all.” To be frank, what little you saw of Meryl, you liked. She was probably the only other commander in NATO to respect your lack of numbers and actually deliberately trim down her own to make it a fairer fight. Of course that was for one match. But still, it’s the thought that counts.

Finally, you see Meryl and Mei walking out of the airport gates. You wave to them. “Hey, hey! It’s Elodie Zumwalt!” says Meryl. She wears a simple khaki blouse with some black pants, while Mei arrives in her school uniform. Figures. Meryl smiles, offering her hand to shake. You all shake hands with her while Mei stands in the back. “Ellie. NATO’s little rising star!” Meryl looks at your crew. “And her crew!” She looks at Jeep Jockey. She gasps, smiling. “And her-“

“Don’t finish that sentence,” you say quickly. “It’s nice to see you, Meryl. You too, Mei.” Mei nods to you.

Meryl smiles. “First thing’s first though. Where’s Iris? Where’s that frou-frou girl what races me to top the kill leaders in the West?”

“She’s not here, she’s back at the hangar,” you explain.

“Shame. I’ll have to meet her later then!” says Meryl. “But, Ellie. It’s nice to see you regardless. I’ll have you know, you have my vote when it comes to the All-Star Game!”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>1284355
> Polite
"Aww shucks"
As Elodie lightly scuffs the ground and glances away.

Compliment the Ellie, she loves/hates compliments.

>>1284355
> Polite

Thank. Apparently some "analysts" don't think I'm All-Star material

>>1284355
>> Polite

>>1284370
This. Such a proper girl being embarrased is very cute.

>>1284355
>>1284370
This.

>>1284355
>> Polite

>>1284355
> Polite

Question, I was reading through 1st LGA quest & noticed the pastebin links to the lewd stories are not working, is there some alternate site or does someone have them saved?

Thanks for your trouble.

>>1284371
>>1284409
Let's not insult Ingrid.

>>1284453
I didn't second that guy. I seconded >>1284370
This guy.

> Polite

“Aw shucks.” You fold your arms, scuffing the ground a bit. “I mean, that’s too kind of you, Meryl.”

“If anything, it’s not kind enough. It’s rare you see so much talent in one place. LGA has you, Iris, Griselda.” All of you start walking out of the lobby. “Not to mention that even if LGA’s NATO team didn’t have the Big Three, you still have actually a decent body of people to fall back on. Griselda’s put together a good team. It’s not the best team, but in a couple of years, it may be.”

“Thanks!” Winona smiles at Meryl. “Are you going to be in NATO next year then?”

“Oh no, no.” Meryl shakes her head as she places her bags into the jeep. “I’m a Senior this year. This is my last tournament in Tankery. I’m not gonna be participating in this year’s ITA World tournament either. NATO will be my swansong!” She climbs in, sighing. “So where are we staying?”

“Griselda’s place,” you explain as you step into the passenger’s seat. Everyone crowds into the back.

“Neat!” says Meryl. “Can we go see Griselda now? I mean, if not her, at least your tanks? I’d like to get to know your team.”

> “Sure.”
> “Nah. We’ll get you unpacked first.”
> Other

>>1284494
>> “Sure.”

>>1284439
I have some of them here anon.

http://pastebin.com/r3wUUNf1
http://pastebin.com/2u05es8a

Unfortunately, I didn't save any of the bins by writeranonymouse, I'm assuming those are the ones that are missing.

>>1284494
> “Sure.”

>>1284494
> “Sure.”
"Jockey will drop us at the hangar then take your baggage to Griselda's."

>>1284494
> “Nah. We’ll get you unpacked first.”

While we're doing that, text Griselda and let her know they've arrived. See where she wants to meet.

>>1284494
>“Sure.”

> “Sure.”

-

-

You pull in to the hangar to find the team washing their tanks. Jeep Jockey has to muster the will to look straight ahead and forward because all the girls are soaking wet wearing only their PT t-shirts and shorts or their Yutani t-shirts. Meryl steps off, smiling, while Mei simply sits in the back of the jeep. “Meryl!” Griselda looks over, her shirt soaking wet and showing off the black tank top underneath. Now that was a view you and Jeep Jockey had to agree on. Griselda walks on over, shaking hands with her. “I thought Ellie was going to take you to my place.”

“She was but I insisted I come around to see you and see your team too,” says Meryl. “Dix by the way wants to send her regards, she regrets she can’t make it today but she’ll be around for FleetFest.”

“Great, great.” Griselda folds her arms, smiling at Meryl. “Well you made it through alright. You’ve already met up with Ellie and JJ too.” She looks past Meryl, and her smile fades a little. “And you’ve brought Mei as well.”

Mei nods to Griselda. “It is nice to see you too, Griselda.”

“Right. Well, come on! I can show you around the place, Meryl.” Griselda takes Meryl’s hand, walking her. “Oh, and you’re going to want to meet Iris too. I can imagine that.”

Winona steps off the jeep. “The others and I are gonna get to washing our tank, Ellie. Did you want to come?”

> “Sure.”
> “Nah.” (Embark on a Subquest)
> Other

>>1284589
>> “Nah.” (Embark on a Subquest)
Time to start helping JJ train. Get a simulator rigged up for him. Perhaps we can find an AI program for the 109 that will be adequit to get him up to par.

>>1284589
>> “Nah.” (Embark on a Subquest)
like>>1284598
said.
Maybe ask our resident mad engineer if she has idea of some rigging.

>>1284589
> “Nah.” (Embark on a Subquest)
This >>1284598

>>1284589
>> “Nah.” (Embark on a Subquest)
Supporting >>1284598

>>1284589
> “Nah.” (Embark on a Subquest)
Help JJ

> “Nah.”

“Nah. I have to help Jeep Jockey train for his showdown,” you explain.

Meryl blinks, looking at you. “Oh, so he is your boyfriend then.” Everything stops in the hangar. They all turn to look at you.

“NO. HE’S NOT.” You say this firmly.

“Yeah, what she said!” says Jeep Jockey.

“Good!” says Winona. Meryl and Griselda giggle a little at your expense while Mei steps on out of the jeep. Winona hugs you, then kisses you on the cheek. “He better not be.” You push Winona off. Off with you, you’re making things worse, Winona. “Aw! Nooo!” Jeep Jockey reverses out of the hangar like it’s on fire then gets on the road.

“Ugh, honestly,” you mutter.

“I know,” says Jeep Jockey. “It’s like- can’t we just be like friends? I mean, you- you’re nice, Elodie. I like you. You’re really cute and- NOT- Not in-“ You glare at him. Please. Stop. “I’m gonna shut up.” Good.

-

-

Jack stands there with the rest of the boys. “Right.” You, him, Jeep Jockey, and all the rest of the boys stand next to the Buffalo, consulting the tables. “How do we help Jeep Jockey today?” asks Jack.

“More simulations,” you say. “Do you have anything that can help him that’s close to the real thing?” Everyone raises their hands. “That isn’t that cavalry riding thing from last night.” Everyone lowers their hands. “Really?”

Jack says, “We don’t have the money to afford the real simulators like other teams use. So generally what we do is just fly against each other and try and replicate to the closest ability the opposing craft. We’re not sure though if we can risk damaging Heavenly Body though right before the showdown.”

“I-…” Jeep Jockey sighs, leaning back in his seat. “What about IL-2 Sturmovik?” What?

“The game?” asks Jimmy. “I got it installed on my laptop and Rafe has the joystick but…”

> “Let’s start with the game first and work our way up.”
> “Get in the plane, Jeep Jockey.”
> “Maybe we should just study our opponent for now first.”
> Other

>>1284769
> “Let’s start with the game first and work our way up.”

>>1284769
> “Let’s start with the game first and work our way up.”

Or Flight Simulator. That thing gets crazy accurate.

>>1284769
> “Let’s start with the game first and work our way up.”
Especially if we can get a few of them on and do some multiplayer, that'll really help him at least get a start.

>>1284769
> “Let’s start with the game first and work our way up.”

>>1284769
>“Let’s start with the game first and work our way up.”

> “Let’s start with the game first and work our way up.”

“We’ll start with the game and work ourselves up,” you explain. “If you all have IL-2 Sturmovik, then perhaps you guys can set up a server.”

“Aha!” Rafe pumps his fist. “A good old fashioned LAN Party! Woo! Let’s break out the laptops and Ethernet cables, let’s go! Woooo!” He throws up his hands, running out of the hangar. Well, at least someone is excited.

-

-

After an hour or so of setting up tables and the likes and ordering some pizza, fried chicken, and other goodies, you have a LAN party set up. “Right guys.” Jack sits at one end of the tables next to Jeep Jockey. “Going to remind you. This is for Jeep Jockey’s own good. We’re not out to do any fancy-schmancy-“

“I’m going to take a P-51D,” says Jimmy.

“Yeah! I’m going go with a B-17, the one with all the .50s on it!” says Billy. You were told they were using mods for this game, whatever those were. But it seems the boys are already missing the point.

“Right, FFA!” says Jack. Jeep Jockey nervously takes his joystick. “Let’s do it!” You look over Jeep Jockey’s shoulder, watching him fly a virtual F2A Buffalo similar to the one he has and will fly in the showdown. Already the virtual sky is lit up by the boys shooting each other to pieces. At least this replicates the chaos of Skycraft.

“Ha! Get some, Rafe!” shouts Billy.

“Fuck you, Billy! Jets are no fair!” says Rafe.

“You can’t outrun a jet you retard! Take him in the turns!” Jack calls out.

You watch Jeep Jockey carefully. So far, he’s laying low, incredibly low actually. Almost tree top level in fact, ignoring the dogfights happening above.

> Let him ease himself in.
> “Get in the fight, Jock.”
> “Guys. Jeep Jockey’s low, get him.”
> Other

>>1284928
>“Guys. Jeep Jockey’s low, get him.”

A bit cruel but this probably the right way to do it. Climbing up is a terrible idea. Get the opponent to overextend on the dive.

All Jockey has to do is survive.

>>1284928
>> “Guys. Jeep Jockey’s low, get him.”

>>1284928
> Let him ease himself in.

He needs to get confident in flying. Give him some time. Also this will get the bloodlust out of the boys systems.

Then hard training. 1 on 1 only

>>1284928
> Let him ease himself in.

>>1284928
> “Get in the fight, Jock.”
You're a sitting duck just sitting down there, waiting for someone to spot you.

>>1284942
He's actually too low, at tree top level there's no room to manoeuvre or break hard if dived upon without either gaining alt and being left a sitting duck or risking planting into the ground in hard turn.

>>1284928
>> “Get in the fight, Jock.”
"Get some energy, and get after them."

>>1284928
> “Get in the fight, Jock.”
Switching.

>>1284928
> Other

Fire a few shots at him. This is a free-for-all, right, not team play?

> “Get in the fight, Jock.”

“Get in the fight, Jeep Jockey.” You pat his shoulder, leaning in close. “Come on.” He leans forward, staring at the screen. “Get them!”

“What, is JJ being a groundhog!?” yells Rafe. “I’ll fix him!”

“Yeah, let’s get him! Yeeehaw!” Billy and Rafe turn their planes, a P-51D Mustang and an Me-262 jet, down to Jeep Jockey. Jeep Jockey sees this, and immediately starts breaking into a turn. “Get him, get him, get him! Wooo!” They charge in from behind Jeep Jockey, spraying him with bullets. Thanks to the Buffalo’s maneuvering skills however, Jeep Jockey avoids most of the shots. He breaks right, with the P-51D breaking upwards to preserve its energy. Meanwhile, Billy’s jet though.

It slams into a tree before it can pull up. “Damn it!” yells Billy. Rafe’s P-51D starts turning about to go after Jeep Jockey, and ascending out of the battle are a pair of P-51Ds as well. “Get him for me, guys!”

“Fuck you, Rafe you cheesy fuck!” Jimmy pulls in, aiming to get a joust on at Jeep Jockey.

“Come on, you can get him,” you say. Jeep Jockey nods, taking a deep breath as he sprays his .50 and .30 at the P-51D. You see sparks and embers shoot off the engine cowling on the P-51D, then Jeep Jockey breaks up to avoid impact.

“Fuck, engine’s out,” says Jimmy. “He got my engine.”

“Come on, Tony, bait him in, I’ll weave him out!” says Jack.

“You can’t just say bait him in, he’s right here!” shouts Tony.

Jeep Jockey laughs in relief. “Ha! I got one, I got one, Ellie!”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>1285079
> Boast
One and a half I'd say.

>>1285079
>> Neutral
"Come on, I see two still in the fight. Get to it, mister."

>>1285079
> Neutral
Great work, but its not over yet.

>>1285079
>> Neutral

>>1285079
> Polite

Good. Focus. You got this.

>>1285079
> Neutral

Good work! Don't get too cocky, though.

>>1285079
> Polite
Don't get cocky kid.

> Neutral

“Great, Jock, don’t get cocky. Focus.” He nods. Jack and Tony get on his tail with their P-51s. Jeep Jockey may not have taken the bait, but he is actually dodging their incoming fire pretty well. He takes hits here and there, but he corrects his course quite nicely. Though, every brake and every turn he takes brings him closer to the ground. “Jeep Jockey, you should pull up.”

“Okay, okay.” Jeep Jockey takes a deep breath, pulling his joystick slightly up. His Buffalo starts to climb up. Wait, no, that’ll make him a bigger target! He’s going to decelerate AND present his entire top to the Mustangs. You’re about to call this out when he suddenly pulls left. He decelerates even further, but he dodges the incoming barrage from .50s. Jack and Tony pass over him, then start a wide turn to preserve their energy. “Ha! They missed!”

“Pull up!” you call.

“Oh shit!” Jeep Jockey in the process of having to dodge so many attacks has managed to decelerate so severely that he’s simply dropping out of the sky. Without any momentum or energy, he’s now more or less a slowly decelerating and descending sitting duck.

“Get him!” yells Tony. The P-51s come back around the sides, lighting Jeep Jockey up from two angles. He’s lit up in seconds and descends in flames. “Ha! Got him!”

“Damn!” Jeep Jockey slaps the table, shaking his head.

Jack looks over. “You were too low to the ground, JJ. You need altitude to keep up your energy.”

“Yeah,” says Tony. “Don’t be such a groundhog.”

“Right, right,” says Jeep Jockey. There’s a knock at the hangar door. “Oh shit, that must be the food.” He stands up and starts moving to the door before you can stop him. Darn it. He’s already dispirited.

“Hey, Ellie, want to take a spin on my laptop?” asks Tony. Huh? “Come on! It’s fun!”

> “No thanks.” Talk to Jeep Jockey a bit, see how’s he doing.
> “Later.” Walk around, see what’s what.
> “Sure.” One round won’t hurt.
> Other

>>1285370
>> “No thanks.” Talk to Jeep Jockey a bit, see how’s he doing.

>>1285370
> “Sure.” One round won’t hurt.

Betray tanks. Become fly girl.

>>1285370
>> “No thanks.” Talk to Jeep Jockey a bit, see how’s he doing.

>>1285370
> “No thanks.” Talk to Jeep Jockey a bit, see how’s he doing.

His groundhogging might actually work for him. Most other pilots work with tons of room.

Find out if he normally groundhogs.

>>1285370
> “Sure.” One round won’t hurt.

>>1285370
> “No thanks.” Talk to Jeep Jockey a bit, see how’s he doing.
He really does need to stop groundhogging, it's just a bad way to fly.

>>1285410
If you're dicking around near the ground he's probably fucked. Maybe if he was flying some kind of Yak he'd be alright.

>>1285370
>> “Sure.” One round won’t hurt.
The way this option is phrased makes me think "one round" turns into "all night".

>>1285484
Especially since one of Mr. The Beast's favorite tactics is coming down from above.

>>1285509
It still might be worth exploring. Run a couple duels. Let JJ groundhog and see what happens. Might break him out of a bad habit. Might be his senshado (or whatever it is with planes)

> “No thanks.” Talk to Jeep Jockey a bit, see how’s he doing.

“No thanks.” You stand up from your chair too, then carefully tiptoe around all the cables and wires to find Jeep Jockey signing off the receipt for all the food being delivered. Some boys are already taking in the pizza boxes and the boxes of fried chicken. And with that, the LAN party takes a short break. “Hey, JJ. That was a decent performance.” He nods, handing you a plate of… what kind of pizza is that? “What’s this?”

“Lobster pizza,” he explains. “I heard you like seafood so I got you a box of it.” Oh. Wow. You take the plate and start eating it. And it’s good too! Lobster on pizza, an ingenious combination that sounds hysterically nuts. And yet it works somehow. “You were saying something?”

“Oh yeah, um.” You swallow hard. “How are you feeling now? I know the guys gave you some shit about the groundhogging suff.”

“No, no, they’re right. That’s always been my problem,” he explains. “It’s a tough habit to break though.”

“Yeah, I figured.” You keep on munching on lobster pizza. “Still though. If you look at the tapes, one of the Beasts favored tactics is boom-and-zoom. Dive in out of the sun, catch what kills he cans, use the energy to get away again. He maneuvers and bushwhacks when he’s on comparable altitude with people.”

“Yeah.” He sighs, taking a munch on some fried chicken.

> “How about a 1 on 1 versus Jack or somebody?”
> “We need to kick your habit.”
> “Maybe we can turn that groundhogging into some thing good.”
> Other

>>1285571
>> “How about a 1 on 1 versus Jack or somebody?”
>> “We need to kick your habit.”

>>1285571
> “Maybe we can turn that groundhogging into some thing good.”

Find the best boom-and-zooomer on the team. Trust your instincts. Listen to no one but yourself.

Find your senshado like thing

>>1285571
> “We need to kick your habit.”
"Working at lower altitude is the right call, but if you sacrifice all of it you just leave yourself a sitting duck for any competent Boom and Zoom anyway, without room to manoeuvre you can't throw off his dive or aim and he can pick you off at will."

>>1285571
> “We need to kick your habit.”

>>1285571
> “Maybe we can turn that groundhogging into some thing good.”
It may not work all the time but against the Beast with the Buffalo, I don't think we have much choice.

>>1285581
>>1285603
>>1285620

Pointing out here that JJ was doing better before pulling up.

Perhaps he needs to manage his low altitude better, but I think it works for him. The 262 splattered into the ground going after him and he did bag the p-51d

>>1285632
>>1285586
Groundhogging is not fighting at low alt, it's flying at such low altitudes you're basically skimming trees. All it does is make you harder to spot at the cost of completely surrendering initiative and the energy advantage to the opponent entirely. It's only good for ground attack work or recon flying, it is NOT a tactic for fighter pilots, no matter your opponent.

> “We need to kick your habit.”

“We need to kick your habit,” you say. “Low flight has it advantages, but you can’t rely on it all the time. You need to get used to moving around at higher altitudes up in the sky. The Beast can’t boom-and-zoom you if you’re at his height.” Jeep Jockey nods, taking a deep breath. “And hey. Consider this, you didn’t crash.”

“Yeah, I guess.” He smirks a bit. “But hey, day’s still young. We’ll see.”

-

-

The improvised LAN party went on for some time in the hangar. Jeep Jockey got settled into picking off stragglers and wounded planes in the big mid-air battle. You observe quietly. You do notice that he starts to gravitate towards low ground almost consciously, but once you snap him out of it by shouting at him, he goes back to medium flight.

Eventually, he scored eight victories in some three hours. By the time the boys started to pack up, it was around 6:30. You and Jeep Jockey clean up the wires and any crumbs and food bits they leave behind. “Feel any better?” you ask.

Jeep Jockey nods, wrapping a wire up on his arm. “A little bit.” He takes a deep breath, sighing. “Gotta say, most of it is just confidence I suppose.” You nod, then you receive a phone call.

Winona. You pick it up.

“Hey, Ellie!”

“Winona. What’s up?”

“Just calling to check in on you. You’ve been gone a while. Did I interrupt anything juicy?~”

“No.” You roll your eyes. “How are things at the hangar.”

“Oh, they’re swell. Griselda just took Meryl and Mei back to her place and us girls just cleaned the tank.” You can just see her giggling on the other end. “So how are you and Jeep Jockey doing?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>1285801
>Neutral
Evasive maneuvers!

>>1285801
>Polite
A lady never tells.

>>1285801
> Neutral

>>1285801
> Neutral

Glare at the phone. Glare until they feel your gaze.

>>1285801
>> Neutral

>>1285801
>> Boast

Can't take it.

Gotta fuck with them back.

>>1285801
> Polite
"He's improving, slowly but surely."

> Neutral

“We’re doing fine,” you say. “What about you?”

“Ooooh, dodging the question?”

“We are doing fine,” you state more firmly. Winona giggles on the other end. “What about you?”

“We’re doing okay here too, Giap is cooking us some pho too. We’re breaking out the sweets and stuff to celebrate a hard day’s work. You should see what your fanclub did to the Hangar. They’ve started repainting the place to make it look good.”

“Really? That’s excellent.”

“Yep! Anyway, I won’t keep you from JJ for long. Bye bye now!” Winona hangs up at that. You sigh. You’ve got some talking to do with Winona about this stuff.

Jeep Jockey checks his watch. “Right. It is starting to get pretty late, Ellie. Thanks for dropping by to help me out though.” You nod to him, smiling a bit. “How about I drive you home, Ellie?”

Well…

> “No. We keep on working. Open them books.”
> “Sure. Thanks.”
> “Actually, let’s hit up the town. Reward you for good behavior.”
> Other

>>1286072
>“No. We keep on working. Open them books.”
Ellie is a hard worker!

>>1286072
> “Actually, let’s hit up the town. Reward you for good behavior.”
Because fuck it let's go the whole way.

>>1286072
>“No. We keep on working. Open them books.”

>>1286072
> “No. We keep on working. Open them books.”

Put the kettle on.

>>1286072
> “No. We keep on working. Open them books.”

One more push for the evening, then call it a night.

>>1286072
> “No. We keep on working. Open them books.”

> “No. We keep on working. Open them books.”

“No. Put the kettle on,” you say. “We’re going to keep working on that noggin of yours until we make some real progress. Now let’s open them books.” Jeep Jockey smirks, apparently bemused. “Don’t look at me like that. Come on, let’s do it!” With that, you finish up cleaning the hangar and moving the tables back to where they should. Jeep Jockey puts tea on the kettle and you open up the specification manuals for both the F2A Buffalo and the Me-109.

And thus, some time later, you two sit across from each other. Books are rested in your lap. Jeep Jockey kicks his feet up on a spare landing gear. “Right. Jeep Jockey.” He looks up, taking a sip of tea quickly. “Describe to me your plan of attack for The Beast.”

“Um.” He rubs his chin. “Well, an Me-109 G-10 is a good dogfighter. The ideal thing would be to come at him from above and avoid a direct fight.” You nod. Smart. “But, Buffalo can’t climb like an Me-109.” That is… very true. “Plus, I’ve got peashooters compared to his cannons. And he’s faster horizontally. My best bet maybe would be to provoke him into a turnfight. But even then, that’s his specialty.”

“Well. At least you understand your flaws,” you say simply. He looks down, folding his arms.

Jeep Jockey sighs. “That’s really what I am. I’m not like Jack. I’m not exactly Mister Cool Guy,” he mutters.

“You’re not Mister Cool Guy because you’re not confident,” you say simply. “You need to show a little pride in yourself.”

“What do I have to be proud of though?” he asks.

“I mean- the guys like you.” You shrug. They really do.

“They love a good underdog story I guess. Okay. Name another thing besides them,” he says.

> “You can drive stick. Only other guy I know that can do that is my Dad!”
> “You have enough passion to do this even despite your worries.”
> “That you loved the sport more than it loved you.”
> Other

>>1286354
> “That you loved the sport more than it loved you.”
"And you're still willing to fight for that love, even though you know the odds are long."

>>1286354
>> “That you loved the sport more than it loved you.”

>>1286354
>“That you loved the sport more than it loved you.”

>>1286354
> “You can drive stick. Only other guy I know that can do that is my Dad!”
And
>>1286375
This whole thing.

Something simple and then something sweet.

>>1286354
> “You have enough passion to do this even despite your worries.”

First one may be pointless, depending on the other guys' skills.

The last one make it seem like he's just not getting the hints that the sport is giving him.

Second is all about him and what he does and continues to do.

>>1286354
>> “That you loved the sport more than it loved you.”

>>1286354
>Other

Stall, avoid eye contact. Mumble vague things about him "being his own man".

> “That you loved the sport more than it loved you.”

You shrug. “You love this sport more than it loves you. It’s beaten you up, struck you down, and even despite all that you’re still part of it.” You smile at him. “I don’t know many people that can take that and keep going. And you’re still willing to keep going. It’s actually really admirable, Jeep Jockey.”

You can see a blush creep on his face, then he smiles a little. “Aw, schucks.” He twiddles his thumbs, looking away. You roll your eyes. He gets embarrassed from that? Jeez. “Well, thank you, Elodie. You-…” He snorts, nodding. “Well, let’s just say you’re the wind beneath my wings.” You stare at him. Huh? “That- that is…” He shrugs, going back to his book. “Whatever.”

Wind beneath his wings. You bite your lip. Oh jeez. What’s Dad going to say? You can’t be caught talking lovey-dovey with a boy. NOT THAT YOU ARE, he’s doing it! You’re just- ugh. You shake your head. “Right. Let’s get back to studying then you can drive me back to the hangar.” He nods at that. “Right, let’s review some aerial maneuvers. Now, rolling scissors are…”

-

-

It’s about 10 O’clock by the time you two finish your studies. He pulls the Jeep up to the Tank Hangar doors. You look in. Seems to be quite a wild time in there. You look up at the newly painted Tank Hangar too. A nice natural yellow-ish tan-ish color. This is a huge building, those five girls must have been at it all day. You step off the jeep. “Thanks, Jeep Jockey.”

“Yeah.” He nods to you, smiling. “Good night.” You nod, turning around to walk in. “Wait! Um.” You turn back, quirking your brow. “… why help me?”

“What?”

He frowns a bit. “I mean, you don’t know me from Adam, we met maybe a couple of months ago? Small interactions here and there yet you want to help me get back into Skycraft. And you’re sacrificing your time and energy to do it. I just…” He looks to the steering wheel. “I’d just like to know why.”

> “So you’ll do the same thing for someone else who needs it.”
> “Because you’re a friend.”
> “You seemed like you needed help.”
> Other

>>1286411
>>1286380
>>1286377
>>1286375
Guys...do you know that Ellie is now confessing to JJ now with that choice of yours? Do you want to do something that Eliie's mother did?

>>1286497
>Frankly, I'm just a workaholic. But you seemed like you needed help.

>>1286497
> “Because you’re a friend.”
> “You seemed like you needed help.”
>"Friends help each other."

>>1286497
>> Other
"Secret~"

And then stick out the tongue at him

>>1286497
fuck it
>Other
>Maybe..*glare* just maybe *sudden blush* that you are one of my type.

>>1286497
> Other

because you're a decent guy. don't turn into one of those stick jocks when you get your wings. be yourself.

>>1286497
> “Because you’re a friend.”
>>1286519
This

>>1286497
> Other
"I'll tell you after you win your dogfight."

>>1286497
>“Because you’re a friend.”
Does there really need to be any more to it?

>>1286497
>>1286514
Supporting this.

Everything else seems like friend zoning.

>>1286497
Guess I'd roll mine into support for >>1286514, seeing as they're basically the same thing.

>>1286497
>>1286514
Do it and call him an idiot.

>>1286497
>>1286514
this

> Other

You smile a bit. “It’s a secret.” You stick your tongue out at him, then start walking back inside your hangar. “Good night, Jeep Jockey.”

“Y-… yeah.” You can still see the redness on his face even in the darkness. He leans back in his seat, then starts putting the Jeep in gear. “Good night, Ellie.” With that, he drives on off and away.

You keep on walking.

Then immediately bury your face in your hands. Your face is on fire! Why did you do that!? That’s so embarrassing! Did you not want to friendzone him!? Wait, why are you concerned about the friendzone!? That’d be the best case scenario! Why!? Ugh… This is so embarrassing!

“Ellie!” Winona and the rest of the crew come towards you. “Wow. Ellie, you’ve gone red. Do you have a fever.” You look away. Nooooooo. Winona places her hand on her forehead. “Hm. No fever.”

Stack sighs, pushing you on the back further into the hangar. “Come on. I think we all know why she’s so red.” Stack. Please. NO. “But I think she’s already sick of it at this point. So let’s just comfort and pamper Ellie for the night.” Ugh, thank you.

“Yeah, come on, girly,” says Ingrid. “We saved you some treats.”

You sigh. Oh, what are friends for?

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>>1286672
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p2M7QwHnVXQ

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>>1286672
cute~

Thanks for running schteel.

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>>1286672
Hot damn, thanks GS.

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>>1286672
See you next time!

>>1286674
D'aww. Good session Schteel, thanks for running and it's good to see the threads back up to their old speed or close to again.

>>1286672
Stacks is best girl.