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>>1352336
>> “Forget it, I’m going to work!”

>>1352336
>> “Forget it, I’m going to work!”

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>>1352336
>“Forget it, I’m going to work!”

Stupid spur of the moment inspiration plans grumblegrumble

>>1352336
>> “Forget it, I’m going to work!”
Fucking Danon's plan backfired.

Son of a bitch, I have to go. I'll put the thread on pause and hopefully be back in an hour or two.

Talk about Garupans until I come back.

>>1352336
>“Forget it, I’m going to work!”


>>1352372
Backfired? Or worked exactly as intended?

Oh well. Work today and spend time helping Jockey for his big day. Unless we have other commitments. Like voting for the all star game.

>>1352409
I think we're doing a thing with...shit I'm terrible with names....fuck...Adventure Girl (with dogs).

Its a thing and its supposed to be big.

>>1352430
Is that during the day, or only during the evening?

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>>1352448
Shit...I gotta look it up.

To the ARCHIVE!!

>>1352448
>>1352457

Nope. We did the thing. She told us about Golden Tanks, Hippies, Hall Monitors and her cousin the archaeologist.

Now she's off making mad plans for glory and vandalism.

SHIT!

PERRINE HOBART HAS ENGINEERING TANKS!

Those things could lift up the statue and and then we could dig up the Golden Sherman!

CALL KATHY!

>>1352409
We didn't get a tank/

>>1352507
Counter point. We didn't lose out on invaluable training with Arisu to make us the best tanker we can be.

>>1352571
so its a waste.

>>1352577
You and I have vastly contrasting views on this. But I knew that last week.

I want tanks, but good tankers matter more to me than good tanks.

Not saying we don't need tanks. But I would rather we don't play games of chicken like that again.

Tanks will come. Just you wait.

>>1352615
and when will tankers come? We have three tanks available and its been over a week, brefore that it was around 2 or more.

>>1352650
Did German die?

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>>1352372
It was a gamble, sometimes they don't pay off, but we lost nothing and secondary benefits may yet become apparent.

>>1353087
I can't tell if that is a shoddy colorization job or if the Pz. IV was imported from another image.

>>1353087
Well this whole episode if German isn't killed is going to be constant teasing.

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>>1352336
> “Forget it, I’m going to work!”

>>1353107
It's just a somewhat choppy colourisation, not an uncommon thing sadly.

So sorry, I'm back. Writing update now.

> “Forget it, I’m going to work!”

You sigh. “Forget it. I’m going to work.” You pull your bag over your shoulder, furrowing your brow. “And let me be very, very, clear, Iris. I can lie. I can lie about things that you wouldn’t even dream about!” you proclaim.

Iris stares at you. “Lie to me now.”

“W- what?” you ask.

“Tell me a lie and I will believe you,” says Iris. She takes another sip of tea, looking at you expectantly.

…

“Um.” You turn your head away, a light blush on your face. “I-… I-“ You clear your throat. Right, how to lie to her? You snap your finger, then smirk smugly at her. “I came into work late yesterday!”

Iris snickers a little, patting your shoulder. “You are a horrific liar.” She steps past you, walking away.

She-… Gah. Son of a gun.

Well, it’s not like you’ll get anything at work anyway.

-

-

> JOB COMPLETE
> + 5 CP
> IT’S NOT LIKE ANYTHING HAPPENS AT WORK ANYWAY.

You rub your forehead, walking down the street with Hilda, Denise, and Mulcahy. “Eugh…” As it turned out, while nothing eventful happened at work, the rumors had spread much faster than you thought.

Elodie R. Zumwalt kissed a girl.

Apparently people don’t seem to believe that you kissed a boy. Whoever started that rumor is going to get crucified if you ever see them.

NOT THAT YOU DID KISS A BOY.

Denise offers you a stick of gum, which you take gratefully. “Cheer up, Elodie. Work wasn’t that bad today. At the very least, the girls were careful not to talk about it when you were around.” No, but their looks and their whispering was very obvious to you. And what is with the rumor that you kissed a girl anyway!?

Hilda says, “I think the reason people think you kissed a girl instead of a boy is that they don’t know any boys that you could kiss.”

“Plus, you do have that very uh…” Denise smiles at you, trying to be warm and friendly. “Respectful and honest attitude that can make any girl swoon.” You roll your eyes. You suppose you should have expected this coming onto an All-Girls ship.

Now what though? Work’s over.

> Embark on a Subquest (Which?)
> Go back to the Hangar
> Call someone to hang out (Who?)
> Other

>>1353186
> Embark on a Subquest: Help Jockey
Wonder if he's made his first flight yet?

>>1353186
>> Embark on a Subquest (Which?)
Jeep Jockey

>>1353186
>If adventure has a name.

I want that Sherman dammit.

>>1353186
> Embark on a Subquest (Which?)
Jeep Jockey! We will teach a boy to soar!

Also call Perrine about borrowing her engineering vehicles.

>We didn't kiss a boy!
>But first thing after work we'll go straight to him.

> Embark on a Subquest (I forgot what this subquest is called, fuck)

-

-

“Ellie!” Jack smiles as you, Denise, Hilda, and Mulcahy come into the hangar. “Heeeey!” He folds his arms, a very stupid grin on his face. The other boys as well look at you, all smiles and sunshine. What the hell are they smiling at? You can see Rafe and Tony help Jeep Jockey into a flight harness. “We were just about to put Jeep Jockey into the cockpit for his first flight!”

Jimmy slides over, nudging you, giving you a very sly smirk. “Came to give him a good luck kiss?” A good luck kiss why would-

NO.

NO NO NO. THEY DIDN’T. WHO TOLD THEM. You look to Denise. She shrugs in confusion. How the fuck do rumors spread this fast on a ship the size of a city!? Goddamn it! You sigh, rubbing your forehead. “Hey, if it’s any consolation, I didn’t believe it,” says Jack.

“Joy, I’m very honored that you actually don’t believe me the one time I tell a lie,” you say.

Jeep Jockey walks over, rubbing the back of his neck. His pilot helmet is a little skewed and the goggles on his forehead seem a little loose. “Alright. I’m…” He motions his arms outward, showing off the flight suit. “I guess I’m ready, Jack.”

“Great!” Jack slaps Jeep Jockey’s back. “We’ll start you off with some basic maneuvers at about 5k feet, hard deck will be level to the ship’s upper deck. Jimmy, warm up the Hudson.” Jimmy nods, walking off.

“Anything I can do?” you ask.

Jack nods. “Sure. We set up some cameras along the wing tips, inside the cockpit, and on the tail fin. That’ll be how we observe Jock and his actions close up. Jeep Jockey, whenever you’re ready.”

“Y-… yeah.” Jeep Jockey takes a deep breath, rubbing his hands together. “Eh. Right. Okay.” He stands there, staring at the plane.

> “Don’t fuck it up.”
> “You’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”
> “I’ll guide you through, don’t worry.”
> Other

>>1353329
>> “You’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”
"Believe in your plane"

>>1353329
> “I’ll guide you through, don’t worry.”
Straighten his helmet/tighten goggles a bit, don't want things getting in his way while flying.

>>1353329
>> “You’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”

>>1353329
> “You’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”

With the fussing about mentioned here
>>1353341

>>1353329
>> “You’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”

"Tthe propeller is the fan that keeps the pilot cool, turn it off and watch him sweat."

> “You’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”

“You’ll be fine.” You quickly adjust the strap on his goggles to tighten them up, then set his helmet straight. Yes, that’s good. He glances away, shoving his hands into his pockets as he lets you do this stuff. “Don’t worry about it. I don’t expect your first flight to be magical. Just try not to crash.”

“Yeah,” says Jack. “Coach Wright says if you crash Heavenly Body, it’s coming out of your money to repair her.” Jock nods. “Right. Help him in.” Tony and Rafe motion Jeep Jockey over to the wing and help him climb up into the cockpit. “Ellie. We’re going to watch him over the cameras. Make sure he has stuff settled. Here.” He hands you a throat mic and headphones. “You can talk to him over these.”

“Good, good.” Jeep Jockey sits down inside, taking a deep breath. He pulls the hatch over and seals himself in, then starts up the engine. You pull the headphones on to suppress the sound of the engine, then step to the side. Rafe signals Jeep Jockey out of the hangar, slowly.

You watch as the Buffalo chugs its way out of the hangar. Once he’s on the runway, Rafe signals Jeep Jockey to punch it. With the engine roaring loudly, Jeep Jockey slowly edges the plane forward, accelerating at light pace. Then he finally lifts off.

You, Denise, Mulcahy, and Hilda sit down at the computers. There, the cameras are set up broadcasting Jeep Jockey’s actions from wing, tail, and cockpit. Jack hits up the mic, “Alright, climb to five-thousand feet and hold there. Jimmy, take the Hudson and lead him on.” The Lockheed Hudson that Jeep Jockey will be following takes off shortly after.”

“So how do we do this?” you ask.

“It’s simple, Jeep Jockey will take a lap around the schoolship, we’ll work him through basic maneuvers and attack patterns, simple stuff.” Jack smiles a bit. “Here.” He hands you a guidebook. “He likes your voice.” You roll your eyes. “Come on, every pilot loves the comforting voice of a nice girl telling them what to do!”

“Alright…” You squeeze your throat mic. “Jeep Jockey, can you hear me?”

“Five by five,” he responds clearly. A secondary screen shows the location of the planes as well. After some minutes of downtime, Jeep Jockey is now following behind the Hudson. They start taking their lap.

Jack leans in, looking at the screen. “Jockey, you’re dipping down slightly,” he says. You can see one of the screens reading Jock’s relative altitude. “Pull up.” He pulls up, resetting his altitude.

“S-… sorry. Just a little nervous,” he says.

“Fight through it,” Jack says calmly. “Come on, we only got today and tomorrow before the showdown.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You can see Jeep Jockey in his seat, apparently shaking a little. “Goddamn, I missed this.”

You lean back in your seat, then notice something. “Jack.” You point to the map screen, which shows two blips approaching LGA. “What’s that?” Jack and the other pilots lean in, looking at it.

[1/2]

>>1353509
[2/2]

“… Glenn Curtiss is part of FleetFest, yeah?” he asks. You nod. He leans back. “Oh boy. Jockey, Jimmy. Turn to 270, we need eyes on bogies approaching you.” You see the cameras shift from blue skies and clouds and open seas to now some clouds in the distance. And in that distance two faint dots and an Academyship on the horizon. “Just what I thought.”

“Glenn Curtiss?” You lean in, looking at it.

“No mistake,” he says. “JJ, Jimmy, you got some bandits from GC incoming. Looks like they want a spar.”

“Haha! Alright, let’s give ‘em the business then!” says Jimmy.

“Uh. I-… Isn’t this supposed to be a training flight?” asks JJ.

“Up to you, Jeep Jockey,” says Jack. “I won’t force you to fight if you don’t feel it but-…” He leans in close, then zooms in. “Oh. Oh boy. That’s Heidi Fabre. Yellow stripes and all.” Yellow striped F6F Hellcat followed by another Hellcat as well.

> “Come back and land, Jeep Jockey.”
> “You can take them, I believe in you.”
> Other

>>1353518
> “You can take them, I believe in you.”
Only two days to go, this could be his best bet at getting some kind of actual combat experience prior to then. See if Jack can scramble a couple of the Spitfires too though, so backup won't be too far off if things get tight.

>>1353518
>> “Come back and land, Jeep Jockey.”
Call our HQ, tell them to ready all Ma Deuce and Acht-acht.

>>1353518
>> “You can take them, I believe in you.”
Trail by fire. You can do this.

>>1353518
> “You can take them, I believe in you.
Believe!

>>1353518
I'm with Danon >>1353529 on this one

> “You can take them, I believe in you.”

“You can take them I believe in you, Jockey.” His shaking seems to stop for a few seconds there. “It’s only two girls. How much damage can they do?”

“Actually, Heidi is one of Curtiss’ aces,” says Jack. “She shot down twenty people last year.” Oh. Well. You can’t just tell him to land now after you just said that. “Don’t worry, Jeep Jockey should be fine. At the very least, it’s combat experience!”

“What if he gets shot down?” asks Denise.

“Then we’ll have to fix the plane out of our pocket,” says Jack. “I got faith though. You can take ‘em, JJ. Jimmy, you cover him.”

“Alright, alright!” Jimmy pulls the Hudson to the right of Jeep Jockey, anchoring his right flank. “I’ll be on your right, JJ. I can’t maneuver like they do, but you stick around me and I can cover you with my turret!”

“Got it!” says JJ.

“Well, well!” Heidi calls out over the radio. “Look what we got here! Where’s Jack!?”

“Sorry, Heidi, it’s just the two of us!” Jimmy calls back. “You’re going to have to come back later, I was just showing the new guy here the ropes!”

“I’ll give you a rope to hang yourself with!” Heidi yells. “Attack!” The two Hellcats start firing away, closing the distance down to half a kilometer.

“Let ‘em pass, JJ!” Jimmy commands Jeep Jockey to fly right past the Hellcats. They do, barely receiving many shots and bullets into their hulls. The Hellcats pull up, then roll themselves around to pursue. “Alright, JJ. I’m gonna pull right and draw one out, fall back behind and get on his tail, got it?”

“Y- yeah!” Jeep Jockey looks back, then starts pulling back and away. The Hudson starts pulling to the right, isolating itself.

Heidi laughs. “Ha ha! A Thach Weave!? As if we’re going to fall for that!” The Hellcats start chasing Jeep Jockey.

“Oh shit, that didn’t work,” says Jimmy. Jeep Jockey now has two angry Hellcats pursuing him. “RUN, JJ! THEY’RE GONNA SLAUGHTER YOU!”

“That’s not really helping him, Jimmy,” Jack says.

“What? It’s the truth!”

Jeep Jockey pulls left again, further pulling himself away from the Hudson. He starts diving in altitude from 5k to 4k to 3k… Oh boy.

> “Run, Jeep Jockey!”
> “Get back there and fight you coward!”
> “Jimmy, save him!”
> Other

>>1353690
> “Get back there and fight you coward!”
The F2A can never outrun the Hellcats, he needs to stay close and make them start turning with him, keep the pressure on.

>>1353690
>> “Get back there and fight you coward!”

If you run they will shoot you down. Get close don't make them risk shooting their own.

>>1353690
>“Run, Jeep Jockey!”

Behold! JJ's secret Groundhog technique begins!

>>1353690
>> “Get back there and fight you coward!”

> “Get back there and fight you coward!”

“Get back there and fight you coward! If you run, they’ll shoot you down!”

“I can’t get this plane damaged, you’ll all have to pay for it!” yells Jeep Jockey.

“You have one chance to get into the team, JJ. We can fix the plane,” you state. “Go down fighting.” Jeep Jockey seems to hesitate in the cockpit, looking around. Jack, the other pilots, your retinue all look at you. “You can do it.”

“… This is gonna suck.” You see the world suddenly turn on its side. Jeep Jockey is turning around to engage. But he’s not pulling up. The Hellcats pass over without a shot on him. They try turning back on him. He’s not going to have any energy down there, so his only chance is if the planes come down to him.

The Hellcats target him down from above. “Take this!” yells Heidi. They both fire long bursts of .50s. The bullets splash against the water as Jeep Jockey swerves left and right. You can see some shots penetrate and pass right through the wings before he turns around again to the right. “He’s turning around again!” The Hellcats continue pursuing. “Turn into him, come on!”

Jack smirks, rubbing his chin. “He’s pulling them into a turn and burn.”

He what? “What?”

“He’s swirling around and bleeding almost all of his forward energy,” says Jack. “He’s a real attractive target for anything a kilometer away but at this distance. But they’re turning with them.” He shakes his head. “Heidi always did fall for those little stunts, hehe.”

You can see that not only are they dropping altitude, they’re also dropping in speed. You can see Jeep Jockey struggle with the Gs in his cockpit from the excessive turning. Denise looks over. “Isn’t he going to shred his wings?”

“Probably,” Jack admits. Wait, what? “Planes don’t like maneuvers like this. He keeps turning like that he might shear the wings off or get pulled into a flat spin.” What.

Jeep Jockey finally somehow manages to get on their tail. He fires the .50s, managing to graze and snap bits off of Heidi’s tail. “Damn!” Heidi yells out. “He’s on us!” Just above the water they stop the turning. He fires another burst, strafing Heidi’s engine. Excess oil leaks out of her engine, splashing her cockpit and spewing a black trail of smoke and oil. “Ah! Son of a bitch!” The Hellcats pull away. “You won this time, we’ll get you later!”

“Yeah! Fuck yeah!” Everyone in the hangar cheers and whoops. Jeep Jockey beat an ace, somehow!

“Yeah! WOOO!” Jeep Jockey punches the air in his cockpit. “Did you see that, Jack!? Did you see that!? I got-“

His plane splashes into the water. The cameras cut out.

…

Well. That was expected.

[1/2]

>>1353835
[2/2]

-

-

You all watch as Regina trucks the waterlogged and smashed up Buffalo back onto the runway. It didn’t look too bad all things considered. Some bullet holes here and there. The real damage was to the engine and the propeller. The prop was completely folded inwards from the impact, and the engine will likely be full of water. Jeep Jockey rides on the trailer, his life vest still on, drenched to the bone. Regina smirks. “Damn boys can’t even fly a plane properly, ha!”

Jeep Jockey jumps off the trailer, walking up to you and Jack. “Sorry about the plane, guys. I- I forgot how low I was.”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>1353842
>Polite

>>1353842
> Polite
The more important this is that she did it.

>>1353842
> Boast
Confidence boost is what he needs now, don't focus on the fact he got shot down, but that he fended off two planes completely superior to his.

>>1353842
> Polite

You did get them.

>>1353865
True. I will switch.

>>1353842
>Boast

>>1353842
>> Polite

> Boast

“What’s important is that you shot up one of those planes,” you say. “I think you did pretty well considering the circumstances.” Jeep Jockey blink, then smiles proudly. “That said, I wouldn’t do that against the Beast. But... you did fine.”

Jack and Jeep Jockey lock hands, thumping them against each other’s chest. “I’d have try to fly them over Jimmy and let him support you. But what you did out there was ballsy.”

“Thanks, I guess.” He looks to the plane. “But what about the plane?” asks JJ.

“We’ll fix it. We got all of tonight and tomorrow to do it,” says Jack. “Hell, I think Heavenly Body could use a new paintjob too. Maybe even a good luck charm painted on the side if you want.” Jeep Jockey nods slowly. “Come on, let’s take her into the hangar.” You all move inside. Regina starts towing the plane inside. “Let’s get to work!”

-

-

“Dinner time!” It’s relatively late at 7:30 in the afternoon. With night already coming down, most of the boys were leaving to get their fill of food. By then, the engine was pulled up and being left to dry out. The bulletholes as well were mostly filled in. And the prop was being replaced with one from the other Buffalos. You grab your bag. “Oh, Ellie!” Jeep Jockey calls to you, dressed out in a fresh jumpsuit.

“Hey.” You turn around to him. “Need something?”

“Um. Yeah, c-…” He looks around, then grabs your shoulder and looks behind you. “Where’s Denise and the rest of your crew?”

You squint. “They’re packing their things outside, why?”

“Okay, good. Um.” Jeep Jockey sighs, rubbing his hands together. “You know, you’ve been a really big help. I can’t tell you enough.” You nod. “And well, I can’t even thank you enough. To think you’d sacrifice time and effort for a guy like me. I don’t consider myself that impressive or anything.” You stare at him. Where is he going with this? “Um.” He rubs his hands together, biting his lips.

…

You tilt your head. “Jock?” He blinks, a blush growing on his face. “What is it?”

“This is…” He takes a deep breath, then lowers himself down to one knee. You step back. He looks up to you. “Elodie.” I-… Is he asking you to be his girlfriend? Wait, wait a second! You can’t have a boyfriend! Not with him, he doesn’t even go to this school! He doesn’t- what- no, no! You can’t be in a relationship! Stop, stop! “I want you to paint you on my plane!”

…

“What.” Okay. Crisis averted. You tilt your head.

“You’ve devoted so much time to me, helping me practice, helping me get back into the sport! Just-… Buffalo’s a one-seater. I’d love to have you fly with me, somehow, someway.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Um, I probably shouldn’t have knelt for this, I didn’t scare you, did I?”

“No, no. You didn’t.” You gently pat your chest for a second. Heart, stop it. Stop racing.

“Right.” He stands up, looking you in the eye. “Can I do it then, Elodie?”

> “As long as it’s not lewd.”
> “Sure. Why not?”
> “No thanks. Sorry.”
> Other

>>1353987
> “Sure. Why not?
> “As long as it’s not lewd.”

>>1353987
>> “As long as it’s not lewd.”

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>>1353987
>“As long as it’s not lewd.”

No lewds. No naughty. Smug is pushing it.

>>1353987

> “As long as it’s not lewd.”
Put the name Elewdie on it though.

>>1353987
> “As long as it’s not lewd.”
> Other
"But I think I'd like that very much Jockey."

>>1354041
Add that.

Ellies mind and mouth are at odds. Its adorable.

>>1354091
Teenage hormones are a hell of a drug.

Does the Buffalo have enough room to fit Ellie's great big.... Tracts of land

>>1354113
Each side of the nose cone has one tract. It will fit.

> “As long as it’s not lewd.”

You rub your arm, looking away. “Just as long as its not lewd, sure.” Jeep Jockey grins, then he immediately hugs you. “Er-“

“Thank you!” He squeezes you tight, then pats your back and lets you go. You stand there, frozen. Did he just hug you? Why did he do that? Is he a moron? “Don’t worry, I don’t need any reference pictures, there’s plenty of you in your matches. And it won’t be anything risqué! I promise! I’ll make you look good, I’ll catch your charm and beau-“ He stops himself, coughing. “And- and- uh… your-… very particular qualities.”

You squint. “What particular qualities.”

“Your nice ones.”

“Uh huh.” You nod slowly, stepping away. “Well, I should uh… go then, Jock. It’s getting late for me, hehe.”

“Yeah, yeah. Okay.” He steps back, smiling stupidly. “Really, thank you!” He waves good night to you as you walk out of the hangar. Denise, Mulcahy, and Hilda join you in just a few seconds. Thank goodness, they would never let you live any of this down.

“What happened with Jeep Jockey?” asks Denise. She leans close, looking at you concernedly. “He didn’t try to take advantage of you or anything, did he?”

“No, no,” you say. The four of you walk along the night-lit street. “He just wants to paint me on his plane.” The girls gasp, even Hilda looks shocked. “What?” They start giggling, blushing and acting like typical schoolgirls. You roll your eyes. Ugh, is that how you would’ve turned out in a regular home? As if.

As you walk though, you see one of Kathy’s dogs. He barks at you. “It’s Rhys!” Denise slides up to him, kneeling down. “What is it, boy?” Rhys whines, barking loudly to you. “Oh, you want a bewwy wub?” Rhys runs off. “Hey, where’s he going?”

> “After him!”
> “Maybe Kathy’s just exploring or something. Let’s just go.”
> Other

>>1354205
> “After him!”

>>1354205
>“After him!”

>>1354205
> “After him!”

>>1354205
>“After him!”

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>>1354205
> “After him!”

I swear to fuck if Kathy's down a well...

>>1354205
> “After him!”

> “After him!”

You and your retinue run off after Rhys. He barks and howls as he gallops down the sidewalk, leading you all on. Then you see it, are those siren lights? No, it couldn’t be. It’s the campus! You and the retinue stop up outside of the police line, where Hall Monitors have set up a cordon. “What’s going on here?” you ask one of the Hall Monitors.

“An arrest,” she says. “A fecking loonie and her gang tried to break into the campus with shovels and pickaxes, they tried to knock over the statue of the Marquis.” Oh no. Kathy! What have you done!? You look past the Hall Monitor to see a pair of them hauling Kathy into a paddywagon.

“Aaahh! You pigs! You’re denying us real history!” Kathy yells out. “It belongs in a museum! A Golden Tank cannot be left buried beneath the statue!” She gets thrown inside, then the doors get shut on her. Kathy presses her face against the window. “You’ll regret this when someone else unearths the tank and gives LGA nothing in return!”

O’Keere and O’Keefe stare at Kathy. “What a fecking chowderhead,” says O’Keefe. “You’d think that she’d give up on this.”

“Damn graverobber, she’s probably some Protestant corn-chewing whore too,” says O’Keere.

Kathy yells out, “I’m Methodist you fuck!”

You run up to O’Keere and O’Keefe. “What’s going on?”

“We arrested Kathy and her goons here on charges of trespassing,” says O’Keere. “That’s the light sentence by the way. They were trying to break open the concrete ground around the statue.”

“You couldn’t wait for me to come help you?” you ask Kathy.

“I’m sorry! I thought I could extract the tank myself under cover of night!” Kathy says, gripping the bars on the window. Yeah, real stealthy trying to break open concrete at night.

“Well, you’re going away for a long time, Kathy!” says O’Keere. “Twelve hours in the brig!”

“That-…” Kathy blinks. “What?”

“We can only legally hold students for twelve hours on misdemeanor charges,” says O’Keefe.

Kathy looks to you. “Ellie! Avenge me! Dig up that tank! If I don’t survive the brig, tell my story, let others know of the history beneath the Marquis!”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>1354457
>> Boast

>>1354457
> Polite
We'll make sure the right thing is done

Call Perrine, borrow engineering vehicles.

>>1354457
>Polite
"We'll get some equipment to scan first, then get permits and work orders if that finds anything."

>>1354457
>polite
Also, we should track down one of those X-ray carts, see if there's anything that even looks questionable

>>1354457
> Polite

>>1354457
>> Neutral

>>1354457
> Polite
Get scans and permissions.

>>1354475
We could also find Jimmy Hoffa while we're at

Need a seismometer frankly.

I also wouldn't dig down but up instead depending on how deep down it is.

> Polite

“You’re not dying, Kathy. We’ll find the tank together. I just need to gather up the necessary equipment. I’ll see you once you’re out of the brig.”

“Fiiine.” Kathy puffs her cheeks out, glaring at the Hall Monitors.

O’Keere snickers. “Heh. Methodists. Alright, let’s pack it up and move these fecking bastards into the brig, yeah! Come on!” All The Hall Monitors pack up their things. They get into their cars and onto their bikes, then leave the area. That just left you and your retinue to watch Kathy stare at you as she’s taken away to be imprisoned.

Poor girl. Then again, she did choose not to wait. You suppose patience is a virtue, as Oryola would say.

Denise looks at the campus, then at you. “What are we going to do?”

“We’ll get permits, we’ll get the equipment, and we going to do this by-the-book!” you declare. “A tank made of gold could pay the debts of our team five times over. So it is imperative we dig it up and claim it.”

“But where do we get the vehicles?” asks Mulcahy.

“Don’t worry.” You start looking through the list of commanders on the NATO Western League roster. “I happen to know a girl.”

Perrine Hobart.

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>>1354557
That's it for this weekend's LGA. Sorry for the absence of Saturday and for losing three hours of Questing due to me going to do errands. We should have a regular schedule this coming weekend though hopefully.

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>>1354562
Thanks for running Schteel, catch you next time.

>>1354562
Thanks for the fun, Boss.

>>1354562
Good show GS. See you next week. Alls Star announcements on in game Friday, yes?

>>1354569
Should be.

>>1354562
Good stuff, GS. The real question is when we do we pick a route and get those lewdbins

>>1354562
Thanks for the run.

>>1354562
next time don't say you make it up to us. that tend to jinx you a lot more often then not, and I've been following yo for years.