The story so far: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Strike%20Witches%201989You can't decide if the droning of the greyhound's turboprops are soothing or merely irritating. You've been in the air for almost a half hour out of what's looking to be a three hour flight, give or take, south to Kadena air base, one of the few 'joint' bases the IJAF operates with the USAF. The fact that you'll be flying the rest of the way to the 'states on a MAC C-141 somehow doesn't bother you too much. Things are moving fast enough that you're still not totally over your initial euphoria, though it's slowly getting to the point where it's worn offIt probably doesn't help the situation at all that Stinger sent your the entire 'squadron', not just you. And Slider snores loud enough that you can hear her over the props. Kind of an achievement, you think. She's asleep forward of you, where Ice is sitting, reading... something. You're not sure what, and, at any rate, you're not sure you care. Maverick and Goose are sitting behind you, talking quietly to each other.
Those two, now.... Maverick is your former partner in crime- hell, half the things you got in trouble for, she was involved in. Usually right next to you, or egging you on. Goose is young, and she just arrived with the squadron at the start of the cruise. She seems like an OK sort, if a bit of a klutz, but she's new, and that can be harsh, especially on witches. Maverick's plainly taken Goose under her wing, though. You're not sure if that's good or bad for the young witch. Meanwhile, next to you, Merlin's reading a magazine- it's equally as likely it's a tech magazine as it is to be teen beat or tiger beat or some shit like that. She's on her first cruise, as well- replacing your former RIO, who'd resigned his commission over a 'disagreement' with Ice. You've got some time before you land- greyhounds are slow, despite the name. You could always do with some more sleep, you think, but it's also a rare chance to talk to any of the girls- though you'll have to wake Slider up if you want to talk to her. You have a tennis ball, though, so that'll be easy enough. []Sleep! Might as well enjoy it while you can![]Talk! You probably have some catching up to do! (specify who and what)
[x]Sleep! Might as well enjoy it while you can!always the best option
there's a point where this needs to stop and you've clearly passed itawesome picture though
>>20599449Is Merlin a witch? If so, why's she in the plane, and not in strikers?
>>20599449[X]Talk! You probably have some catching up to do! (specify who and what)Merlin, see how our RIO is doing, whether she's nervous or excited, if she needs anything, you take care of your RIO.
>>20599444Oh fuck yeah SWQ '89!!http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L-4XsDQYDi4Talk to Merlin: see what she thinks of the squad going to Top Gun.Then Maverick: see how things are going with her and her new RIO.
[X]Talk! You probably have some catching up to do! (specify who and what)Chat up Merlin, learn more about our new RIO. (Also why a witch is our back-seater, not in strikers)
>>20599526Unless we already know why witches are in the RIO position. Then just what >>20599500 said
>rule 63 Maverick and Goose>rule 63 Ice and Slider>rule 63 Merlin is our RIODoes that make us Cougar??
>>20599610Wait, if we are Cougar, are we a cougar?
>>20599641I dunno. OP hasn't been specified the MC's name or if the MC is a guy or girl, but just from the witty remarks we've exchanged so far with the other squad members, I think we're a guy.That and the "we Cougar now?" is pure speculation on my part.
[x] Talk! (Merlin seems the preferred choice, here.)“So, you exited?” You say, turning in your seat to look at Merlin. “Hell of a big deal, Top gun, on your first cruise?” She closes her magazine, and shrugs, looking at you. “ I don't think I really earned it. I'm just your backseater, after all. I can't even fly... “ she trails off, looking down. You'd been briefed in on that, when she was assigned to you- something to do with 'emerging talents' and 'incompatibility with new magical engines' or something of that nature- rare, but not entirely unheard-of. It's also not something she's particularly happy about, apparently. It's not a subject you've brought up, till now. “yeah, right” you say, maybe a tad more forcefully than necessary. “Didn't earn it my ass. You're the only person in the fleet that can track those damn night witches on radar when they decide to go quiet, and that phoenix shot was a thing of beauty. They're not even supposed to hit targets at that kind of range, let alone that small and maneuvering.” She doesn't look up. “you shot it. I just... helped it along. And the radar thing, anyone could do that. There's no magic in it.”[] like hell. That missile isn't supposed to do that. And I'm pretty sure they don't glow blue, either. [] yeah, right. We both know radar sets don't consist of 'glowing shit sticking from the nose of an aircraft' []other
>>20599729[] like hell. That missile isn't supposed to do that. And I'm pretty sure they don't glow blue, either.
>>20599729>[] yeah, right. We both know radar sets don't consist of 'glowing shit sticking from the nose of an aircraft' They're both good, really.
[x] like hell. That missile isn't supposed to do that. And I'm pretty sure they don't glow blue, either.[x] yeah, right. We both know radar sets don't consist of 'glowing shit sticking from the nose of an aircraft' I'm blue if I was green I would die
>>20599729[X] Like hell. That missile isn't supposed to do that. And I'm pretty sure they don't glow blue, either.Only the 2nd thread and I like Merlin already. She becomes our fembro as of now....at least for the time being.
>>20599729[x] like hell. That missile isn't supposed to do that. And I'm pretty sure they don't glow blue, either.
[X] like hell. That missile isn't supposed to do that. And I'm pretty sure they don't glow blue, either. Gotta get her to acknowledge her AWESOME POWERS. Cause she has them. All we did was flip a switch to send it on it's way, she mad it hit!
>>20599837Actually I think we're choosing what her powers are.
>>20599837Damn straight. Our RIO may be a self-deprecating moe-blob, but she's awesome and she needs to hear it...especially from us, her partner.
>>20599852Iamokwiththis.gifVastly improved long-range accuracy will go well with our amazing piloting prowess! We cover the close-in and she has the range! TEAMWORK HO!
>>20599884Teamwork is the name of the game. Agree....
[x] like hell. That missile isn't supposed to do that. And I'm pretty sure they don't glow blue, either. “Just helped it? Hah! Yeah, sure, and I'm the Queen of England!” you chortle. She looks at you“but you're a bo...” she starts. “Samantha. Sam. Merlin. Listen. The Phoenix may be a lot of things. It is NOT capable of making shots at 200 miles. It is even less capable of hitting something the size of that drone. Also: they don't glow blue.” You interrupt. “but” “but what?”“Witches fly strikers! I can't!” she practically sobs. oh... great.[] So? Our bird is better than that crap anyway! We've got more missiles! And our gun is bigger! [] pfft. Overrated. Imagine flying strikers in the rain![]enlist help from one of the other witches![] other
rolled 4 = 4>>20600001[] pfft. Overrated. Imagine flying strikers in the rain!also sharing a cockpit with a guy that looks THIS good
[x] So? Our bird is better than that crap anyway! We've got more missiles! And our gun is bigger! Because, as we all know, bigger is better.
>>20600001I want to vote>[] So? Our bird is better than that crap anyway! We've got more missiles! And our gun is bigger!But for some reason I will actually go with>[x]enlist help from one of the other witches!I don't know why I do this.
>>20600001"Merlin, I don't care whether you can fly strikers or not. There's a reason we have planes, they're like strikers but better, they carry more guns. You're my RIO and you're pretty damn amazing no matter what you or anyone else says. And you being an amazing RIO is far more important than you being a witch or not, there's lots of witches out there, but you're unique, you're the best RIO I've ever worked with.Also you get to wear pants, how cool is that?"Give her a reassuring hug and let her cry it out.
[] So? Our bird is better than that crap anyway! We've got more missiles! And our gun is bigger![] pfft. Overrated. Imagine flying strikers in the rain!Work the positive angles like a good pilot (recruiter)!
>>20600001[X] So? Our bird is better than that crap anyway! We've got more missiles! And our gun is bigger!"Besides....we don't have to worry about hitting a swarm of bugs at high speed. Come on, Sam, don't start the waterworks. A tough guy like me can handle anyone's tears but yours."Give her a reassuring pat on the back.
>>20600001OH BOY MY FAVORITE TIME OF THE WEEK
GhostDivision: you have a Twitter? I don't want to miss any threads if I can help it.
>>20600001[X[Bird is better. The F-14 has a longer range, more comfort, and you don't have to deal with fun things like freezing at high altitudes.Also, remind her of tank witches, who fight as well I guess. BIG BROTHER route it up man.
>>20600001"You can't fly CURRENT strikers. Ever tried a broom?">>20600133Tank witches have tank strikers.
>>20600212>"You can't fly CURRENT strikers. Ever tried a broom?"Funny, but I think that would make Merlin feel worse, not better. I don't want Sammy going tsundere on us by shouting "Baka!" and punching us.
>>20600231But flying broomsticks is the traditional symbol of witchdom. They put them on their insignias and everything!
[x] So? Our bird is better than that crap anyway! We've got more missiles! And our gun is bigger! “haha, Strikers? That's what you're worried about? We've got more range, more weapons, a better gun, and it's one hell of a lot more comfortable!” you state, grinning. “And we both know anyone who says 'you're not a witch unless you can drive a striker' is someone about to meet a furious assbeating.” She smiles, tentatively. “Yeah, but still... maybe you wouldn't get it.” she says, softly. “Probably not. What I do get is you're an amazing RIO, you make missiles do impossible shit, and can you imagine hitting bugs at speed? Or a bird?” “God, birds” Maverick pipes up from behind you, clearly listening in. “One time, in the academy, I hit a gull on the way out. Broke my arm in two places, through my shield” “yep!” you add in. “and we're still relatively comfortable at our ceiling. “High altitude flight sucks” agrees Maverick, leaning forward over the backs of your seats. “especially if you go bare-leg, like us.” Merlin looks down at her lap- technically, being a witch, she doesn't have to wear pants, and she seems to prefer the full flight suit over the shirt-only version used by most witches, but more often than not, she'll go around without them, trying to fit in with the rest of the witches. That she's also, yet again, acquired the poncho liner your brother sent you, and currently has it draped across her lap, doesn't escape your notice either. [] heyyyy... I recognize that wubby. [] Plus, in flight refueling. How does that even work? [] Other!
>>20600295[In flight refueling]I am curious about fuel, also so much boot.
>>20600295[] Plus, in flight refueling. How does that even work?
>>20600295[X] Other!Ruffle her hair. "It's okay Merlin, no matter what anyone else thinks I still think you're the absolute best. And if you want my coat or blanket you can always have it."
[x] heyyyy... I recognize that wubby. [x] Plus, in flight refueling. How does that even work? I can't decide. Tease about brother, or ask about juiceboxes.
[x] Plus, in flight refueling. How does that even work? HUEHUEHUE?
>>20600295[X] Plus, in flight refueling. How does that even work? Then[X] heyyyy... I recognize that wubby. >takes our clothes>LOLwomenRib her a little about taking our clothes but let her have it.
>>20600340I think I'll go with this.Adaawwable. (and still slightly ambiguous)
>>20600295[x] heyyyy... I recognize that wubby. Some good light-natured ribbing should work out.
>>20600425Maybe something along the lines of "You're requisitioning my clothes already? I don't think my heart is prepared yet..." or something like that.from >>20600365
[x] Plus, in flight refueling. How does that even work? [x] heyyyy... I recognize that wubby.“And” you say, starting to warm up to the topic of 'name the things my bird can do that a witch can't' “And, We can fly eight hour plus missions! Enough in flight refueling and we're golden! And we turnaround a lot faster, we can surge sorties with pretty minimal turnaround time, compared to a witch.”“we can inflight refuel, too, you know” Maverick says. “Juicebox flights?”“oh... yeah” you'd forgotten about those. Some genius, a while back, figured out that you could cram fruit juice or something in an external tank and have a normal bird buddytank for witches. Coke won a contract to try it with carbonated sugar water about 18 months ago, but the 'high altitude' part of the test flight failed miserably when the pressurized external fuel tank ruptured, and left one hell of a mess. It's said the ground crew was cleaning up that intruder for days. Sticky, dried coke. Yech. (1/2)
“also: Merlin, I'm prtty sure the navy doesn't issue poncho liners in Woodland disruption with the words 'US ARMY' stamped on them.” you say, pointing at the poncho liner. “how did you even get that? I could have sworn I threw it into my flight bag!” She blushes a little. “I got it out of your bag. I was cold!” Maverick just laughs, sitting back in her seat. You think about it for a second, then favor her with a lewd grin. “Isn't it a little early to be just taking over the covers?” you say. “I mean, shouldn't at least wait till we're sleeping together?” Her blush deepens by a couple of shades. “I...I... I....” You reach out and ruffle her hair with a smile. “Ah hell, I'm just joking. I don't mind if you borrow it. Next time I talk to Jake, I'll ask him to send me another one, if you want one” She doesn't say anything, but nods. The loadmaster pokes his head back from the cockpit, looking out over the mostly empty cargo bay. “we're on final” he says, just as the pitch of the props shifts. “Stow all your crap and sit tight, we'll be on the ground in a couple of minutes.”[] Get out of the bird ASAP and stretch your legs. You're really not looking forward to that -141 flight. [] Find out wherever your ride stateside is and take a nap nearby. [] Poke around the base, if you have time. [] Chat with your squadronmates some more! [] other
[x] Get out of the bird ASAP and stretch your legs. You're really not looking forward to that -141 flight. As a man with long legs, I know this pain
>>20600695As do I.[x] Get out of the bird ASAP and stretch your legs. You're really not looking forward to that -141 flight. And then.[x] Chat with your squadronmates some more!
>>20600670>[] Get out of the bird ASAP and stretch your legs. You're really not looking forward to that -141 flight.
>>20600670>AHAHAHAHA my sides![X] Get out of the bird ASAP and stretch your legs. You're really not looking forward to that -141 flight.See if Merlin and maybe Maverick and/or Goose want to come with. We can talk with Mav and Goose then if they accept.
>>20600670[x] Get out of the bird ASAP and stretch your legs. You're really not looking forward to that -141 flight. Long-ass flights are a pain. Stretch those legs while we can.
>>20600670[X] Get out of the bird ASAP and stretch your legs. You're really not looking forward to that -141 flight. If possible chat with Maverick at the same time.
>>20600670Poke around the base.
[x] Get out of the bird ASAP and stretch your legs. You're really not looking forward to that -141 flight.Despite being a pilot yourself, and despite having flown eight-hour-plus missions of your own before, there's something about being jammed in a cargo plane's bay that makes your legs ache in pain. And you've not even grabbed your shit, yet. It's going to be a Long, long flight. The Greyhound pilot touched his bird down almost daintily, and for a second there, you didn't even believe you were on the ground. Then again, any idiot can land on a two mile long, smooth, paved, STATIONARY strip. It takes talent to do it on a strip a few hundred yards long, that also happens to be rolling in the sea. As soon as the doors open, you scramble out, catching the familiar whiff of jet fuel and sea air. The base is situated close enough to the beaches that you can see the ocean, though you won't have time to enjoy the beaches, here. That said, you're headed to California, and you'll damn sure enjoy the beaches there!The flight line is, of course, controlled, but it's fairly laxly enforced- typical airforce, you think, wandering amongst parked F-15s and F-4s. No sense of security. There's a pair of C-141s parked off at the far edge of the strip, next to a large hangar with it's doors gaping open. The other side of the base is IJAF- you see F-15CFs parked next to Mitsubishi F1s and some of their newer F-2s, as well as a pair of jets you can't identify. They've got a very odd layout- intake mounted on the dorsal center line, and a pair of upswept canards just behind the cockpit.(1/2)
“hey! Hey!, wait up!” Merlin calls, and you hear her running to catch up. You turn, letting her catch up, and see Maverick and Goose not far behind. And behind them, chatting amicably, are Ice and Slider. “were you just going to leave me?” Merlin demands, catching her breath. “you were off that cargo plane so fast I thought it was on fire, for a second.” you laugh. “nah, just wanted to stretch my legs.” She frowns up at you. “what? I can't help I have these long dancer's legs!” She giggles, and you frown. “well, you have a long 'something' anyway” Maverick says. “and how would YOU know?!” you demand, rapidly losing control of the conversation. “I hear things” She says nonchalantly. “Bah. Witches.” You grouse [] Redirect- Hey, Merlin! Look at those jets over there![] Assault through it! “So who'd ya hear it from?” [] Flee! “uh... gottagobye”[] Admonish! “Lieutenant Mitchell! That is wholly inappropriate for my young RIO's ears!” [] other!(2/2)
>>20601337[] Assault through it! “So who'd ya hear it from?” Also, where teh fuck did you go?
[x] Admonish! “Lieutenant Mitchell! That is wholly inappropriate for my young RIO's ears!” We must protect the young one
>>20601337[]OTHERWait... is THAT what we did during the "bananna milkshake" incident?
>>20601337Admonish, then redirect
>>20601337>Admonish>RedirectLike the asshole big brother we are.
>>20601337[x] Admonish! “Lieutenant Mitchell! That is wholly inappropriate for my young RIO's ears!”
[X] Assault through it! “So who'd ya hear it from?” Pilot gotta pilot, even though it is rather inappropriate for our dainty RIO's ears
>>20601337[x] Redirect- Hey, Merlin! Look at those jets over there!Canards? That's weird. The JSDF doesn't use any planes with canards, and the only plane that the IJAF had that used canards was the J7, which would be hopelessly obsolete by now.
Cover RIO's ears, then ask where she heard it from
>>20601337First thing to do is clap our hands over Merlin's ears."Maverick, Maverick, Maverick. You should know better than to go start spreading rumors that you yourself haven't confirmed the validity of. Now until you know for yourself don't go around tainting the ears of my pure and innocent RIO with completely true statements."
>>20601502I like this one.
>>20601502Addition: "However, if you want to take a ride in my cockpit later, get your hands on the joystickf, that's fine by me. Be careful, though. I might eject."
>>20601725>forum
>>20601725no.Protect our innocent RIO and admonish maverick
[x] Admonish! “Lieutenant Mitchell! That is wholly inappropriate for my young RIO's ears!” You quickly clap your hands over Merlin's ears. “Maverick, that is wholly inappropriate! You know better than to go spreading rumors, regardless of how true they may be!”She starts to say something but you cut her off. “Nope! And not around Merlin anyway! Dude! She's like 12!” “15” Goose says, from behind Maverick. “I know” you say, taking your hands from over Merlin's ears. “But it's still wrong!”Maverick's shit eating grin proves only one thing- she was out to get under your skin, and thinks she succeeded. Females, man. “Hey Merlin, what kinda jet is that?” You ask, redirecting the conversation before it can get back to 'dangly bits' you point at the IJAF birds on the other side of the base. She looks over and frowns. “Don't know. Let's see...” A half second later, she's doing... something on a keyboard sketched out of blue light. “Shinden II” she says, looking at a 'screen' made out of the same thing. “You sure that's OK?” You ask, dubiously. She nods. “No harm in it, Just talking to the plane. It won't tell me anything classified.” “It won't... wait, what?” You grew up around magic, but Merlin’s still a bit of an unknown to you- your mom was USN, and your sister's at the citadel, but they're both what you think of as 'normal'- that is, they strap jets to their legs and fly around. Apparently, it runs in the family. “HEY!” Slider shouts from near the -141s. “GONNA MISS THE FLIGHT YOU FREAKS!”[] Well, guess it's that time, eh chaps?[] Righto[] Other
>>20601912moonwalk to the plane while talking to merlin about the plane
>>20601912[X] OtherTake Merlin, hoist her over our shoulder and run back to the plane. Make airplane noises while doing so.
>>20601912[x] OtherRace Maverick to the plane. While carrying Merlin, and she carries Goose.
>>20601912[x] Righto"Huh, so you can talk to machines? That's a new one. Hey, think you could talk to an ATM for us when we go hit up some bars?"
>>20601912>Strike Witches: Assault Horizon
>>20602118>press A to do nothing
>>20601949I'll second this.
[] Well, guess it's that time, eh chaps?
[x] other (take merlin and carry her to the aircraft, making airplane noises all the while)“uh, hey maverick” you say edging slightly closer to your thoroughly distracted RIO. “yeah”“Can ya carry my bag to the bird for me?” You're just inside arm's reach, now. She grins, seeing what you're up to. “Sure thing. You packed light, I hope.” “Dude.” you say, Indicating yourself. “I'm a guy. I don't need the 20 pounds of random crap, remember?” She laughs. “yeah, ok, sure, Mr. 'of course I packed my bowling ball because I thought carriers had bowling alleys'”“I did!” you say, grabbing Merlin at the same time. “Heyyyyy merlin! Guess what time it is!” “No! Nononononononono!” she shrieks, as you laugh manically. Running the rest of the way to the C-141, making 'woosh' noises the entire time, you pull up short of the hatch near the front of the fuselage and set down your RIO. She's thoroughly pissed, probably- she HATES that shit- ever since the first time she demanded a piggyback ride. At the time, you'd decided that pigs were far too undignified for a young USN witch to ride, and, as a RIO, she needed to appreciate jets anyway. Hence- jet rides. It probably didn't hurt that you'd been listening to iron maiden at the time, and aces high had just finished playing. (1/2)
Pausing a second, you catch your breath and laugh, stepping up the short ladder. Inside, you smell something. Something you hate. Dirt and gunpowder. Turning your head slowly, you see the interior of the big cargo jet is full of Soldiers. Paratroopers- the “AA” patch standing out on their shoulders. The loadmaster, of the bird laughs. “MAC rules.” he says, pointing to a seat at the end of one file. “Bird had some empty spaces. Looks like your little group just fills 'em!. Hope you like Paratroops, we're flying wake-pearl-miramar. You'll get to deal with 'em for about nine hours. Have fun!” Ice and slider, the first ones on, have taken the farthest seats from the army pukes as possible, leaving the four in the middle for the latecomers. [] Sit next to a paratrooper. Better us than one of the girls![] Maverick and goose are last! Sucks to be them! Haha![] You sure there's not anymore seats? Like, on a wing, or something?
>>20602568[x] Sit next to a paratrooper. Better us than one of the girls!Hell if we let any of those Army pukes sit next to our RIO.
>>20602568[X] Maverick and goose are last! Sucks to be them! Haha!I'm sorry Mav and Goose but the other options were to have either ourself or Merlin sit next to them, and that just isn't going to happen.
>>20602568[x] Maverick and goose are last! Sucks to be them! Haha!
>>20602568>[] You sure there's not anymore seats? Like, on a wing, or something?Some one's gotta vote for it.
>>20602568[X] Sit next to paratrooper.We Big Brother, it feels like, best us.
[] Maverick and goose are last! Sucks to be them! Haha!
[X] You sure there's not anymore seats? Like, on a wing, or something?
[x] Maverick and goose are last! Sucks to be them! Haha!You look at the available seats. Then out the door. Then back at the seats. Then to the loadmaster, who just shrugs. Then back to the seats. And you pick the one that'll put you between Slider and Merlin. And it'll also put maverick and goose at the end of your little line- right next to the paratroopers. If you know maverick, she'll park next to the guy at the end of the file and flirt with him nonstop the entire flight. She might be into girls, you can't tell, but she's a hell of a tease, when she gets going. And you've been on the receiving end of that. Merlin sits next to you, and, as predicted, maverick sits next to a paratrooper- scowling at you as she walks past, but making no indication of her displeasure. A few hours in, she and one Corporal 'dizzy' Flores are chatting away like old friends- apparently he's a pretty laid back guy. (1/2)
Merlin falls fast asleep within a few minutes of the birds going wheels-up, and the guy across from you does the same, as do most of the rest of the paratroopers. A few of them talk for a while, but, on a flight this long, there's painfully little to do. The -141 is big enough to get up and walk around in, a little, but there's nothing to see out the porthole windows- unless you consider vast expanses of unbroken ocean 'something', which, upon reflection, you don't. A brief stopover at wake lets you stretch your legs, but the one at pearl gives you a chance to call home. Your aunt and uncle live pretty close to the base, and could go down to your place near san deigo and get your wheels, but you could probably do that later, as well. You also could talk to one of your older brothers, if they're available, or your sister, since, well, RHIP and you know you can talk to a cadet whenever the fuck you want. [] call aunt and uncle, Request they meet you with your (other) ride at the base[] Call home! Mom was navy, she'll be proud[] Call Jake! Yeah, he's Army, and a tank commander, at that, but you need another poncho liner, apparently[] Call Rex! Airforce enlisted he may be, but he's not too bad[] Call Jessica! You haven't heard from your biological little sister in a while[] Skip the calls, just wait till the birds are refuelled and get back to the CONUS[] other(2/2)
>[X] Call Jake! Yeah, he's Army, and a tank commander, at that, but you need another poncho liner, apparentlyPriorities!>Corporal 'dizzy' FloresDohoho
>>20603113[X] Call home! Mom was navy, she'll be proudWe need to get this news to Mom, she'll be able to spread it to the people who need to know.
[x] Call Jessica! You haven't heard from your biological little sister in a while.
>>20603113>[] Call Jake! Yeah, he's Army, and a tank commander, at that, but you need another poncho liner, apparentlyBusiness, etc.
[X] Call home! Mom was navy, she'll be proud
>>20603113[x] Call home! Mom was navy, she'll be proud[x] Call Jake! Yeah, he's Army, and a tank commander, at that, but you need another poncho liner, apparently[x] Call Jessica! You haven't heard from your biological little sister in a while
[x] Call home! Mom was navy, she'll be proud[x] Call Jake! Yeah, he's Army, and a tank commander, at that, but you need another poncho liner, apparently
[] Call home! Mom was navy, she'll be proud[] Call Jake! Yeah, he's Army, and a tank commander, at that, but you need another poncho liner, apparentlyMoms are da best
We love our mother, don`t we? And she hasn`t heard from us in forever, we never call her.Call Mom.
ghost is dead it seems
[x] Call home! Mom was navy, she'll be proud[x] Call Jake! Yeah, he's Army, and a tank commander, at that, but you need another poncho liner, apparentlyYou've got enough time, you decide, to try and call your brother in Europe and you mom. The payphones on base are all located in a long common building- you find one at the end of a row and plug in a few quarters. Dialing from memory, the phone rings a few times, and your little sister answers. “Jessica!” you say, surprised. “Hey, put mom on, will ya? I need to talk to her real fast and I don't know how much time I've got to chat” “oh, ok... “ she says, and you can almost hear the pout. You hold the receiver away from your ear in anticipation of her next move. “MOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM! Phone!” she yells- loud enough a few other people look over, then go back to their own conversations. “Hiya mom!” you say when you hear her pick up in the other room. “hey, just calling real fast to let you know the squadron is going to Miramar!” Your mom laughs. “really? That's great! We'll have to come visit!” “I look forward to it! Hey, why's Jessica home?” She laughs again. “Summer, dear. They're all home for the next month or so” “oh” you'd forgotten about that. “well, hey, I'm at pearl, at the phone exchange, and our rides are refuelling. I gotta call Jake, so...” you trail off. “ok, I love you! Proud of you! I'll let your dad know!” “'k, great. Love you mom!”(1/3)
You hang up and dial the next number- collect. “Go for Big Poppa J” You hear. “Jake, You shithead, the hell are you on about?” You ask. “Heeey man! I thought you were someone else I knew.”“Blonde? Nice tits?” “How'd you guess?”You have to laugh at that- he's nothing if not predictable. “ hey, listen. I need another poncho liner. Yes, the new girl is already stealing mine. Ya know what? Send like, three. I'm stateside for the next five or six weeks.” “No problem!” your brother says. “hey, gotta go. Something came up, one of my soldiers got arrested or something. Fucking drunks” You laugh again. “Yeah, I think I need to go too. All them nasty grunts are getting back on the bird.”“later bro!” “later”You hang up. (2/3)
The rest of the flight is simple enough, except for one as-yet-unmentioned detour. You only notice it when someone yelling from the back of the bird wakes you up from your plesant nap. “OUTBOARD PERSONEL STAND UP” Oh, bloody hell. They're jumping. You must be out over that bigassed base in the desert. Still, it's a pretty rare chance to see a jump from inside the bird. They move quick, too, Ready to jump within the first minutes of their initial orders. You're forced from your seat and have to move to the front of the aircraft as the line of jumpers gets in the doors on either side of the fuselage. When they start going, they go fast. The lines of paratroopers are almost gone before you realize it, as your ride turns away and heads for Edwards AFB. This bird's pilot is either tired, or just not as good as the greyhound's. The big bird bounces off the runway once before settling down, eventually rolling to a slow stop. You grab your bag and deplane, happy to be back in the world, as your dad called it. You're directed to a building on Yeager blvd- where a grey passenger van sits next to a pickup, towing a small flatbed. On the flatbed... oh. Oh, your mom must have called your aunt and uncle. She must also be psychic, since you had no way of knowing you were going to land here, and they would have needed a couple hours to get your bike. But... oh man. They got your bike![] Bike![] Greet aunt and uncle, find out how they knew![] Stretch legs, look longingly at bike, greet aunt and uncle, ride in passenger van, as the navy expects you to(3/3)
[x] Greet aunt and uncle, find out how they knew!Then[x] Bike!Family`s important man. Our One True Love can wait.
>>20603818>[] Greet aunt and uncle, find out how they knew!>[] Bike!Fuck expectations.
>>20603818[X] Greet aunt and uncle, find out how they knew!Give our family a hug. Then [X] Bike!And let one very lucky lady ride on the back, probably Merlin.
[] Bike![] Greet aunt and uncle, find out how they knew!vans are for enlisted
[] Bike![] Greet aunt and uncle, find out how they knew!Hell yes! Don't forget to wear a helmet, though. Also, maybe invite Merlin to ride passenger?
>>20603818[x] Greet aunt and uncle, find out how they knew![x] Bike!MERLINGET ON THE BIKE
>>20603902Helmet? What's wrong with you? We'll wear a bitching leather jacket and sunglasses. The helmet will interfere with us looking cool and feeling the wind on our face.
>>20603818[x] Greet aunt and uncle, find out how they knew!First, then [x] Bike!
[x] Greet aunt and uncle, find out how they knew![x] Bike!“uncle Gary! Auntie!” you cry, dropping your bag and hugging your aunt and shaking hands with your uncle. “Sorry I'm a bit gamey. Been in Airforce cargo jets all day” “It's awrat” your uncles says, spitting out a tobacco chew. “Yer momma called 'n let us know whur you was gonna be landin. Got to figguring you'd want yer grandaddy's bak.” Your aunt nods. “She said You'd probably be landing here, since there was some kind of training with the guys from the base over there going on. Called us a few hours ago.”You run your hands over the bike, your uncle moving to help you release the cargo straps and get it off the trailer. “did you guys have any trouble getting it?” You ask. “Naw” your uncle says. “Yer neighbors reggonized us from that gittogther you had afore ya want on cruise. Helped us get the bike on the trailer. Said yer dog was doin fine.” You smile- you dog, whom you got from a guy named Rufus, is also named Rufus. You're also pretty sure he's less 'dog' and more 'wolf' but you can't prove it. A small cough from behind you interrupts you. “oh!” you say, grabbing merlin's shoulder and bringing her in front of you. “This is my RIO, Samantha Wells. We call her Merlin” You say. She smiles shyly at your aunt and uncle. “she's really shy” you offer with a shrug. “Looks young 't be flyan wit ya, boy” your uncle says. “I... I'm 15!” Merlin says, and your uncle chuckles. “I was rat. Too young to be flyan widja. Help me git this down” he says, moving your bike back to the ramp on the trailer. “15?” your aunt asks. “You must have just gotten out of the academy. I remember when my sister- his mother” she indicates you, at that “was there. But that was ages ago.” (1/2)
“well, alrat.” Your uncle says, interrupting your aunt, who can really get going when she starts down memory lane “Well, Boy, we caint stay 't chat, left Joe 't mind the house fer the day, and I betchya he's got the neighbor girl over” Your aunt flushes the most amusing shade of crimson, and your uncle laughs. “Ya keep in touch now, ya hear?” he says, getting in the truck. Your aunt nods. “call sometime, ok? We'd like to visit” You nod. “of course! I'll let you know the first chance I get.”They drive off well before the passenger van- but you're not riding in the passenger van, are you? “hey Merlin!” Maverick yells. “you don't hurry up you're sitting in back!” Merlin shakes her head. “I'm staying with my pilot” she says. Your family is too good to you. The bike's got a full tank, and you know you left it dry, and your uncle taped a 50 to the fuel cap, along with a note- “for snacks” it says. The saddlebags have your leather jacket with your patches. You grin. Today? Today is a good day. [] Drive normally. [] beat the LIVING HELL out of that passenger van. You want to be settled into the Student lodging before they even arrive. [] Drive a bit careful- you do have Merlin with you.
[] beat the LIVING HELL out of that passenger van. You want to be settled into the Student lodging before they even arrive. Pilot
>>20604141Take the leather jacket, insist that Merlin puts it on. Tell her to sit on the back and hold on. [X] beat the LIVING HELL out of that passenger van. You want to be settled into the Student lodging before they even arrive. With the caveat that if Merlin seems actually really scared or anything like that we slow down to normal.
>>20604183>[X] beat the LIVING HELL out of that passenger van. You want to be settled into the Student lodging before they even arrive.>>With the caveat that if Merlin seems actually really scared or anything like that we slow down to normal.I'll second that.
>>20604141Do this >>20604183
>>20604183Yeah, GOTTA GO FAST unless Merlin is scared, in which case drive moderately safely.
>>20604183Agreed, especially this part>if Merlin seems actually really scared or anything like that we slow down to normal.
[X] beat the LIVING HELL out of that passenger van. You want to be settled into the Student lodging before they even arrive. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J2eoBWZp64s
[x] beat the LIVING HELL out of that passenger van. You want to be settled into the Student lodging before they even arrive. “you ever rode on a bike before” you ask merlin, grabbing your bomber jacket and tossing it to her. “Once” she says, looking at your jacket. “what...?”you grin, putting on your aviators. “Put it on. We're gonna be settled in before they've even hit the gate.” The jacket, predictably, is a few sizes too large, and fits her like a tent. Still, it's something a hell of a lot more significant than her khakis, and the night air is a bit cool, probably somewhere in the 60s. You're looking at a bit over 140 miles as the crow flies, 160 with the route you'll have to take. Your uncle, man that he is, left directions- take 58 east till I15, then follow that south. Really good burger joint just south of Barstow- typical uncle Gary. The passenger van will probably have to stop somewhere- they haven't eaten since the stopover at wake either, and that's been more than a few hours gone. The Harley fires up with it's distinctive full throated rumble, and Merlin, almost daintily, gets on behind you. You gun the throttle and the bike responds just like it always has- roaring loud enough the windows in the van rattle. Laughing like a maniac, you peel out, hitting the nighttime roads with wild abandon. (1/2)
You've settled solidly into 'hooligan' mode as you hit I-15, Running the bike for almost all it's worth. You stop for gas- and burgers- somewhere near march field, then continue on, the passenger van long a fading memory in your rearview mirrors. Merlin, Ever the sensors operator, pokes you once or twice, helping you evade a few speed traps. You've reported in- and been assigned your student lodging by the time the van makes the gate. You're not Quite settled in- you've not managed to totally thrash the place, yet, but you're well on the way. The Duty desk said you'd need to report in to, what he called 'the usual jerkoff greeting' and that there's always a formal dress gathering at the O club for incoming top gun students that night, and that you're the last of the current class to arrive. [] Conquer jetlag! If you sleep now, you'll be well rested and up to speed tomorrow. [] Go out and watch the incoming jets. Flight ops continue all night. [] Go grab more food. Fuck if that little burger was enough. (2/2)
>>20604640>[] Go grab more food. Fuck if that little burger was enough.
>>20604640[X] Go grab more food. Fuck if that little burger was enough. We need some grub. Grab some, preferably of the portable sort and head out to watch the incoming jets while munching.
[X] Go grab more food. Fuck if that little burger was enough.and then [X] Go out and watch the incoming jets. Flight ops continue all night.while we eat.
>>20604640[x] Conquer jetlag! If you sleep now, you'll be well rested and up to speed tomorrow. We've got to be at our best.
>>20604640[x] Go grab more food. Fuck if that little burger was enough.
[x] Go grab more food. Fuck if that little burger was enough. [x] Go out and watch the incoming jets. Flight ops continue all night. Merlin, predictably, Hit the rack first thing, barely bothering to kick off her shoes. You, though, you're still hungry. Heading back out, quietly, you Manage to get downstairs in time to see the rest of the squadron straggle in. Grinning, you wave, and Slider flips you the bird, while Ice glares doom at you. You find a 24 hour fast food joint without much trouble, and, grabbing a few more burgers, as well as fries, you head back to the base. You manage, without much trouble to find a great parking spot at the west end of the runway, and watch the fighters heading out. The class before yours will be the last 'official' class of the 80s- the new year will have come and gone by the time you're class is done. You'll be able to see your family- well, most of it, in a week or two, you think, and you're actually in a place where you'll have weekends off to carouse. 'course, you're not too sure about the carousing anymore, you've got a young, impressionable RIO to look out for. Part of you still wishes Orion hadn't resigned after that shit with Ice, but you can hardly blame him. You sit like that for a long, long time, just enjoying the night. It's well past midnight local when you head back to Your assigned quarters. Your Seabag is sitting outside, as well as a set of dress whites, just cleaned today, along with a note taped to them both- “thought you might want this stuff, almost forgot it. Sent it with your girls – Gary” taking it inside, you drop it on the floor of the unoccupied bedroom, and hit the sack. It's been a long day, and you're going to need your sleep for Monday.
and that's it for this evening. WE'll be back, barring bad luck, about this time next week. Till then, ladies and gents.
>>20604967Thanks for running this, man.Might want to look at your Random capitalisations and superfluous commas, though.
>>20604967Thank you, GhostDivision. See you next week.
>>20604967Smashing!
>>20605011That is a constant struggle of mine. I'll work on it, though. and to anyone who provided a write in I didn't use, sorry. I'll try to use more as I can, though if they get too crazy... well, yeah.
>>20605118Distill where you have to. You've got to go by majority, so bend some if you need to so that they fit.
>>20605118Enjoyed myself, thanks for posting. By the way, it's "San Diego."
