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I do this with Ghost Division’s blessing, so let’s get started and have fun! Please note that this is my first time doing Quests and using 4chan in general.

You are Lieutenant Commander Niccole “Goose” Bradshaw in the United States Navy’s Naval Aerial Special Warfare Wing One, Squadron One, Flight I and you just found out that your being deployed and is on your way to the briefing room.

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Your mind wanders as you stride through the familiar hallway to your briefing. You wonder how your life would’ve been different if you had never joined SOCOM, recalling your time in VF-3 with a smile. The “Spellcaster” squadron reunions were always a blast, but you found yourself missing the familiar faces and voices more and more these days. You miss Patty’s easy smile, and you can hear Frank’s voice asking “Hey Goose, you just get back from saving the world again?” You grin at the memories of a happier time, then focus back on your day.
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The staff car arriving at your house as you had finished packing so you could head to the reunion had been quite the surprise. Being told that the remaining week of leave you had been granted after an utter shitshow of an operation in the USSR involving a Special Forces unit that you didn’t know even existed up until now had been cancelled because of an emergency situation developing that required immediate deployment? That had been an even bigger surprise and telling your squadron mates that you wouldn’t be able to attend the reunion this year had been the hardest thing that you’ve had to do all year and it always is when you have too.

Checking your watch as you arrive the door to the briefing room, you are surprised to find that you are twenty minutes early despite the fact that you had to get all of your kit in order. You take a deep breath and then open the door, your not surprised that there are already people in the room. What is surprising however is the fact that there appears to be a smattering of everyone from all five Groups in Squadron One something that indicates to you that whatever is occurring must be huge.

Whatever the reason for why the entirety of Squadron One is deploying, your not sure whether or not you should take a seat now or wait until your flight mates arrive.

[] Take your seat now so you can sit at the front of the room and see the board clearly.
[] Wait for other members of your team to arrive, though you may have to sit in the back.
[] Other
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>>3452480
>[] Wait for other members of your team to arrive, though you may have to sit in the back.
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>>3452480
>[] Wait for other members of your team to arrive, though you may have to sit in the back.
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Here's my Twitter I just remembered, was hoping for a few more people before we could get started, but I'll call the votes:

https://twitter.com/Thorthemighty5
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>>3452480
>[] Wait for other members of your team to arrive, though you may have to sit in the back.
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[x] Wait for other members of your team to arrive, though you may have to sit in the back.


Interested to see where this goes!
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[X] Wait for other members of your team to arrive, though you may have to sit in the back.

You sigh, you are the shortest member in all of Naval Aerial Special Warfare Wing One, Squadron One standing at a mere 5’2’’ and as much as you would want to go and secure your seat in the front of the briefing room right now so you can see the board easier. However despite the fact, you would rather wait for the other members of your team before going into the Briefing room.

Your had just come to this decision when the distinct sound of boots clicking against tile reaches your ears. Pivoting on your heel you quickly the spot the source, it's none other than your XO. One lieutenant Katherine “Zeus” Anderson and not for the first time you can’t help but gawk at how tall she is as she is literally a full foot taller than you.

“Hey Goose, how are you doing?” Katherine greets you as she gets within talking distance.

You drop the smile and replace it with a scowl. “I was really looking forward to the annual VF-3 reunion this year but thanks to this recall, I am going to miss it, again.” you say sounding very disappointed, it had been an event you had been looking forward too ever since you got back from the USSR.

Katherine sighs and looks at you with her dark brown eyes that can be remorseless as a shark at times, particularly when she gives someone that the Hudson twins had coined “The Glare”. However that is not the look she has, instead it's a compassionate look that reminds you of Mav on occasion. “I understand, hell I’ve missed most of the reunions with the Sluggers, my old squadron. Chatting to them via Skype or Facetime just doesn’t beat actual face-to-face communication, particularly if touchy subjects come up.” she replies.
You nod in-agreement, finding time to contact your fellow members of Spellcaster even by Skype was proving to be harder and harder due to lack of time. Didn’t make it any easier however and doesn’t change the fact that you haven’t been to a Spellcaster reunion since 2012.

“Still, got any idea what this recall is about?” you ask, changing the subject.

“It better be something earth-shaking otherwise I am not going to be a happy witch!” A voice snarls as the sounds of agitated foot steps reach your ears. You shake your head as almost immediately another voice chips in. “Thalia, calm down! I am not happy about leave being cancelled either but if they recalled us then it must be very important.

Sure enough as you look up the hallway, quickly approaching your the briefing room is the twins. Thalia and Abigail Hudson, callsigns “Dumpster” and “Racer” respectively, they are both about a half-inch taller than you with a fair complexion and light blue eyes. “Thalia,” you begin. “I am not happy either, but there’s no need to yell about it.”

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Thalia does relax but she’s still upset. “Sorry boss, it's just that me and Abigail just came back from visiting our old academy at Lake Tahoe. So we’ve had a bit of a long drive if you understand my meaning.” she replies and Abigail nods.

“Yeah, we’ve been on the move for at least three hours. 40k, Omega, Slugger, and Radar were right behind us and should be here soon.” Abigail says and you quickly look around, sure enough you spot the other four members of your team Jami “40k” Powell, Chloe “Omega” Lane, Hailey “Slugger” Dixon, and Isabel “Radar” Hunter. They are decidedly an odd-bunch with a wide variety of attitudes and personalities that seemingly shouldn’t work but somehow it does. It might have to do with the fact that like you, they all went through Navy SEAL Training, then went through additional training to become Naval Aerial Warfare Special Operators.

“Hey girls.” You greet cheerfully, indicating that you weren’t going to stand on ceremony here.

“Hey Goose, how are you doing?” Hailey asked.

“Going to miss another Spellcaster reunion but otherwise I am good.” You reply with a shrug, in all honestly the idea of missing another Spellcaster Reunion wasn’t looking too appealing.

Katherine suddenly spoke up. “Goose, we got maybe five minutes before the briefing starts.” she says.

Surprised you look at your watch, indeed the briefing was going to start in just under five minutes. “We’re out of time, let’s head into the briefing room and get this started.” you say, opening the door and heading inside.

Your surprised at what you see, almost every single seat is occupied save for eight at the back and with little other choice, you head in that direction but you take note of the patches and frown, there are eight Groups in your unit each with two flights composed of eight witches apiece and it seems that every single one of them is here, one hundred twenty-eight witches with some of the best Special Forces training in the world.

You can’t help but wonder as you take your seat behind a witch who blocks a decent portion of your vision what in the world would require such an obscene level of overkill.

[] Professional-attitude during the briefing
[] Casual-attitude during the briefing
[] Other
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>>3452480
>>3452806
>>3452810
>that your being deployed
>your not surprised
>your not sure
>Your surprised

YOU'RE. YOU. ARE. YOU'RE.

And here, so you can't entirely blame me for shitposting:
>[] Professional-attitude during the briefing
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>>3452810
>[] Professional-attitude during the briefing
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>>3452810
>[] Professional-attitude during the briefing
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Guys, I am going to call it here for tonight, I got classes tomorrow and thus I need too sleep, we will resume at 0700-Eastern Standard Time tomorrow.
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>>3452810
>[] Professional-attitude during the briefing.
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[X] Professional-attitude during the briefing

Despite having a poor view of the board, you decide against doodling in the margins of your much abused notepad that you’ve carried ever since you joined SOCOM. The edges of the cover is fraying and you can see just faintly a splatter of dried blood, a reminder about your first op and how in this line of work a moment of inattentiveness can be lethal. Which means you will be taking notes and will only ask questions at the end of the briefing.

You force down the unpleasant memories that are threatening to well up within you with a grimace, that is something you can’t afford to live through again. Not now, in light of that you open your notebook and you realize that you are running out of pages in the thing.

A door opens and someone barks “Captain on deck!”

Instinctively you stand and come to attention as the CO, Captain Robin Evans walks in. The man is built like a bear and has been in NAVSPECWARCOM since the mid-eighties at least. Slung under one arm is a manila folder as he heads down the stairs to the podium at the front of the room. As he gets to the podium he says “As you were.” and you relax before sitting down with everyone else in near unison.

The projector warms and the lights dim, a few moments later the Axe and Hammer Precision Industries Battle Command System boots up. “Alright people, I know that we had to cancel leave for those of you in group one but we have a situation that is absolutely critical to the stability of the global economy that needs to be handled.” Robin said as the system finished booting, displaying a world map on the board, blue for America and her allies, red for the Soviet Union and its allies, and orange for the People’s Republic of China and its allies.

Already the start of this mission was making you realize that this was going to be a black op, which meant that the odds are going to be even longer than normal. A white cross comes across the map near the middle east before drawing a square and zooming in, immediately the Persian Gulf and Iran. You frown as the memories of the second Iran-Iraq War come to mind, Iran had simply rolled over Iraq and taken the country in its entirety.

“Your being deployed to Iran for this one, five days ago we received these images from the CIA from the latest Key Hole pass.” He began as the board went to a split-screen with the map on one side and pictures on the other. You sit up straighter as you realize what the pictures are of, you hope to god that those aren’t what you think they are as trucks carrying big missiles appear in a black and white photo that’s sharp as can be.
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“Oh my God” Katherine breathes next to you sounding mortified. “Those are Chinese made Dongfeng-14 Anti-Ship Ballistic Missiles, those things have an 2000-kilometer range with the ability to carry three MIRVs that are fully maneuverable up until impact and it can carry nukes. That thing can damn near TPK a Carrier Strike Group, how the fuck did they get there hands on those!?” she whispers as murmuring ripples through the room.

You mutter a string of profanities in shock as your fears are realized. Those missiles depending on where they are located within Iran could threaten the Suez Canal or the Bosphorus, to say nothing of the Gulf of Oman and the Persian Gulf. “What I am more worried about is how the hell did China manage to sell those things to Iran without anyone knowing about it.” You hiss in response.

“Settle down people, naturally the CIA and NRO are both in hysterics with Iran having purchased these missiles since they can affect the stability of the entire region and the economy of the globe. NATO will be informed within the hour but needless to say the threat that those missiles pose is absolutely tremendous and the President made the decision personally. We’re going to be neutralizing those threats with extreme prejudice.” Robin says and more murmuring goes through the room and you join in, the idea of penetrating one of the most lethal Integrated Air Defense Systems ever put in place by any nation isn’t very appealing, you would rather face a squadron of Frikin’s then Iran’s IADS.

“Sir, how are we going to penetrate Iran’s IADS? It has over a dozen batteries of those domestically made S-300s, at least four batteries of actual S-300s plus who knows how many Greyhounds and Griffons. Plus Iran has a substantial fleet of Flanker-Hs and Saeqehes that compliment their older fighters and rumor has it that they bought a lot of Mosses and a couple of Mainstays.” Someone spoke up, you didn’t recognize who though.
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“I am not happy about the proposition either, but we think that we can a punch a small hole in the enemy’s IADS and then keep it open. Plus those Saeqehes and Flanker-Hs are the primary reason why Naval Aerial Special Warfare Team One, Squadron I was selected because of your effectiveness in missions such as this. Further surveillance of area has confirmed within our mission area that there are three Bavar-373 Batteries, four Gammon batteries, plus multiple Gainful and Gauntlet SAM systems while known SPAAGs are six Greyhound batteries, three Griffon batteries, five Sa'ir-2, plus multiple fixed 30mm, 57mm, and 100mm flak batteries. Most of the fixed emplacements have either electro-optical or radar sights. Providing what we are assuming is datalink capability to the Bavars, Gammons, Greyhounds, and Griffons is eight AWACS aircraft, two Mainstays and six Mosses each with four escorts, according E-3 scans is four steelwings.” Robin says as on the board, various AAA positions including SAM sites appeared on the map as well as airborne targets.

Seeing this you quickly make note of what is in the mission area. Already you can see that for this operation to go off perfectly all eight AWACS birds need to be killed pretty much simultaneously, followed by the target acquisition and fire control radars for the SAMs. If a Bavar or a Gammon manages to get a missile off, at least one witch would be in a world pain. Your beginning to see why your unit is going in, the level of coordination required to pull this off without comms is exceptionally high. But something tells you that the other shoe is about to drop.

The pictures on screen changed from the trucks and AA emplacements to that of an airstrip, sure you see some of the usual craft that Iran uses, but several strike out to you.

At the front, Robin sighs. “These images are thirty hours old and they are authentic. Iran has recently received Frikins and Flatpacks.” he says as you identify the planes.

[] Curse
[] Groan
[] Other
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Also forgot to put this in the first post.
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>>3454800
>[] Other

Stay silent and pay attention.
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>>3454800
>[X] Groan
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>>3454800
>[] Groan
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[X] Groan

You let out a long-suffering groan as you realize just what you're up against, the Su-47, NATO reporting name: Firkins are instantly recognizable with their forward swept wings, side-by-side engines, and twin-tails. Those monsters were referred to as “Lite Fandances”, a comparison that wasn’t completely off the mark either, for in-essence they were effectively cut-down Fandances that had big-damn engines, the ability to carry a not so insignificant number of missiles and a pair of Gsh-30-2 didn’t help matters.

But you note sourly even the Firkin pales in comparison to the Flatpack or MiG-35. That fucking thing was a superfighter that was on-par with the Wyvern or Fandance. The fact that it usually has a Gsh-6-30, a rotary gun with so much recoil that it could literally damage MiG-27s when they fired it and a 30mm EML plus a large number of missiles, the thing was as good of a witch killer as the Wyvern which meant that if you engaged one, you had to trust your instincts.

The sudden recall was now making more sense, they were expecting to lose people on this one.

“Settle down people, I know this might sound like a suicide mission, but for the sake the globe we got to try.” Robin says loudly and the murmur of discussion dies down.

“Christ” Thalia mutters pale. “How are we going to survive against those?”

You look at her and give her an encouraging smile. “Don’t worry Dumpster, I’ll make sure you get through this.” you say and she nods.

“This operation will be divided into four strike teams. Strike Team Shield’s mission will be to provide ECM and SEAD coverage once the AWACS are knocked out and the AAA goes live with their own sets, Strike Team Sword’s mission will be to first kill the AWACS birds and their escorts then they will keep the corridor clear of enemy fighters and electro-optical guided AA as much as possible, Strike Team Spear will slip through the gap that has been opened in the IADS by Strike Teams Shield and Sword then proceed to our primary objective and destroy it, finally Strike Team Dagger will remain in reserve and will be armed with a mixed A2A and A2G loadout, in order to provide reinforcement to any of the other three strike teams. Please note that these positions will be done by lottery, however Flight Leaders if there is a portion of the mission you want to be assigned to, please speak up now.” Robin says.

You frown as you contemplate the options, in theory Strike Team Dagger would be the safest and not a single operative here would want that one, however the others have various levels of danger. However the most dangerous will obviously be Sword, since you’ll likely be mixing it up with enemy Superfighters.

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(2/2)

Then you reach your decision:

[] Strike Team Shield: Suppression of Enemy Air Defenses with a possibility of A2A combat as you are preventing those AAA emplacements from doing their jobs
[] Strike Team Sword: Air-to-Air Combat with some minor Air-to-Ground work as you will be keeping an aerial corridor as clear of enemies as possible so that others can do their job
[] Strike Team Spear: Air-to-Ground Combat as you are going to be blasting relatively undefended
[] Strike Team Dagger: The relief force in-case something goes horribly wrong with any of the Strike Teams and they require backup its your job to save them
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>>3455105
>[] Strike Team Sword: Air-to-Air Combat with some minor Air-to-Ground work as you will be keeping an aerial corridor as clear of enemies as possible so that others can do their job
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[X] Strike Team Sword: Air-to-Air Combat with some minor Air-to-Ground work as you will be keeping an aerial corridor as clear of enemies as possible so that others can do their job.

You served with VF-3 “Spellcaster” for the entirety of the Third World War against the Soviet Union, a unit that became legendary in its prowess to the point that the Soviets sent kill teams after your squadron. You think that dealing with those kill teams, some of which you later found out had some of the incredibly rare Spetsnaz trained witches was what led you to join SOCOM and after all you did have a thing for killing superfighters.

Thus it makes sense that you would want to be apart of Strike Team Sword and so would your group, so you raise your hand. “Do you have an assignment request Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw?” Robin asks.

“Sir, I’d like to volunteer my flight for Strike Team Sword.” You say quickly yet firmly and even from here you can tell he is surprised by your eagerness to volunteer for the hardest part of the mission, but he quickly gets over it. “Granted” he says in reply.

The rest of the selection goes similarly, with various flights being selected. But one thing that does catch your attention is the fact that you are deploying to the USS Enterprise, the oldest carrier in the fleet via a Super COD flight, which you realize with a groan means your going to be stuck aboard a C-130 Hercules, oh joy.
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And that's all for tonight and this thread. Ghost Division, what are your thoughts on it?
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Whoa, OP, I rewrote that little blurb last thread and your writing is already six trillion times better. Sick improvement.
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>>3457039

Thank you, its going to be fun developing these characters and seeing where it goes.
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>>3455105
[] Strike Team Shield: Suppression of Enemy Air Defenses with a possibility of A2A combat as you are preventing those AAA emplacements from doing their jobs



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