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>>29517433
The woman sitting in front of you looks old enough to be your grandmother, at least. Throughout the debriefing, she has shown no emotion. For over 5 hours she bombarded you with questions and demanded clarifications in the best BBC English you've ever heard and you were happy to oblige. You've just finished recounting your heroic, TSF-wrecking charge against the Destroyers and now comes the really important part.

"Pilot officer Reber, you've destroyed an unknown submarine in British waters and possibly committed an act of war against a foreign country. Do you have anything to say in your defense?"

> No country will ever claim that submarine.
> It was self-defense.
> It's not my fault I had to fix the Royal Navy's mess.

>>29517444
> It was self-defense.
> No country will ever claim that submarine.

>>29517444
>> It was self-defense.

>>29517444
>> No country will ever claim that submarine.
>> It was self-defense.
What country in thier right mind would willing admit to helping Betas?

>>29517495
Or shooting RAF and starting a war on top of the current situation.

>>29517444
"It was a hostile unit that didn't respond to hails. Under the circumstances, I felt it was the best option at the time. Incedently, the second that submarine was destroyed, whatever was jamming my communications mysteriously vanished."

>>29517444
>> No country will ever claim that submarine.
>> It was self-defense.

>>29517444
>> No country will ever claim that submarine.

"Ma'am, my flight recorder will clearly show that I did not fire a single round of ammunition until after my TSF's missile lock warning was triggered. In addition, no country in their right mind would ever claim that submarine."

The woman's face forms something that vaguely resembles a smile.

"So you aren't just another pilot. Good."
The woman deliberately removes three manila envelopes from her briefcase and lays them out on the table before sliding the middle envelope towards you.

"Pilot officer Reber, you will be happy to know that your promotion will proceed as scheduled. An F-5R ADV Tornado is waiting for you at Liverpool. Unfortunately, it is required for one more naval patrol. Pilot officer Owens will be accompanying you for this mission."

She pauses for a moment to let you remove the envelope's contents. There are the standard order forms you were expecting, along with a flight plan for a mid-range naval patrol.

The photograph that falls out - a blonde-haired youth wearing sunglasses - is less standard.

"Should you encounter weapon smugglers ferrying four MiG-21 Balalaikas, or human smugglers or human smugglers holding a certain British citizen who resembles the man in that picture, the Crown would be extremely grateful if you could deal with them at your *discretion*."

These are probably the least subtle black ops orders anyone has ever been given.

You can roughly guess that the BETA attack was a diversion to extract a high-value target and that MI-5 wants it back badly. Two Tornadoes against four Balalaikas isn't bad odds and you could always use more gratitude. The only question is why this mission is being given to you and Owens.

> Yes, ma'am.
> I refuse.
> Why me?

>>29518060
>> Why me?

>>29518060
> Why me?

> Why me?

>>29518060
>> Why me?

you do know i'm only a glorified engineer right?

>>29518251
And a mercenary. My guess is that if we take care of the targets, the British government can deny any involvement in case we get shot.

>>29518251
I'm guessing they want some one who can do an on site analysis of some secret project

>>29518060
> Why me?

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>>29517433
Did you say "Avluv"? Now that would be a quest.

>>29518060

"I don't particularly mind, but why me? You must have other pilots capable of pulling this off."

The woman takes a moment to ponder how much she can afford to tell you and how much she needs to hold back. People who live by their secrets and lies waste so much time keeping it all sorted out.

"With your current security clearance, the only reason you are allowed to hear is that I need a pilot who could plausibly be assigned to a standard patrol. A pilot officer meets that criteria. However, because I would like to develop a long-term relationship with you, I will also tell you that I have no desire to explain to another agent that a Russian submarine destroyed the HMS Royal Ark and that a Russian spetsnaz team took one of our top engineers and his exceedingly valuable military research."

You immediately realized how incredibly screwed you are. You might have been able to walk away from this clean before, but now that you know the Russians almost started World War 3, there's no way MI-5 can just let you go. You're their new errand boy whether you like it or not.

"If you require additional persuasion, I can also inform you that one of these other envelopes contains an choice assignment to Dover base, while the other contains an assignment to a joint patrol task with the Royal Navy in Ireland. I'm certain you can use your time there to reconsider our arrangement. Unfortunately, the RAF can't afford to spare any Tornadoes to hunt down illegal fishing boats, so I'm afraid your new TSF wouldn't accompany you."

So it's a choice between going to Dover and doing the job you signed up for or getting shelved until MI-5 needs you for a job. They're asking you politely now, but it's just a matter of time before they decide to give you orders.

>I understand completely, ma'am. It'll be my pleasure to take that Tornado to Dover.
>I don't have time for your games. Do your worst.

>>29518693
>>I understand completely, ma'am. It'll be my pleasure to take that Tornado to Dover.

>>29518692
...Uh, was that supposed to be the image you wanted to post?

>>29518693
>I understand completely, ma'am. It'll be my pleasure to take that Tornado to Dover.

We'll be a lot better off being cooperative than being a stubborn idiot.

>>29518693
>I understand completely, ma'am. It'll be my pleasure to take that Tornado to Dover.

Aw shit, looks like we're with them for the long haul.

>>29518693
>>I understand completely, ma'am. It'll be my pleasure to take that Tornado to Dover.

kinda curious what those engineers know

>>29518693
> I understand completely, ma'am. It'll be my pleasure to take that Tornado to Dover.

>>29518693
>I understand completely, ma'am. It'll be my pleasure to take that Tornado to Dover.

We just had to ask didn't we? Talk about digging our grave.

>>29518693
> MI-5

Since we're dealing with another foreign power, shouldn't MI-6 be dealing with this?

>>29518846
we are expendable

>>29518846
MI-5 deals with counterintelligence - in our case, hunting down threats to state security. MI-6 would be if we were going into Russian territory to steal their shit.

>>29518693
You stand up and give the woman a crisp salute.

"I understand completely, ma'am. It'll be my pleasure to take that Tornado to Dover."

"Good."

The woman slides the right envelope your way and stuffs the other in her briefcase.

"Your plane to Liverpool will be leaving immediately. If you stay on schedule, you will have one hour to intercept any illegal ships before they are out of your reach. Good luck, Pilot officer."

The woman leaves while you grab your next orders. The moment you leave the room, a full security team surrounds you and escorts you to the base's runways. RAF Marham mostly sees TSFs, but it also has space for small planes to transport VIPs. One such plane is waiting for you.

It's a light craft that can't carry more than a dozen passengers, but it'll get you where you're going fast enough.

You board the plane and see Owens sitting in the front, just as the spook promised.

He gives you a light wave of his hand. He definitely looks like he's seen better days.

"Hey, Reber."

You sit down close to Owens and the plane starts moving. It won't be a long ride, but you've got some time to kill.

>Ask Owens how he's doing.
>Take a look at the Dover assignment.
>Get some sleep.

>>29519078
>>Ask Owens how he's doing.
>>Take a look at the Dover assignment.

>>29519078
> Ask Owens how he's doing.
> Take a look at the Dover assignment.

>>29519078
>>Take a look at the Dover assignment.

>>29519078
"Quite the night huh?"

>>29519078
>Ask Owens how he's doing.
>Take a look at the Dover assignment.

>>29519078
You casually pull the file out of the envelope and strike up a conversation with Owens.

"So, Owens, you look bloody awful."

He tries to chuckle, but it's obviously forced.

"Yeah... this isn't what I signed up for, you know? I wanted to kill BETA, but this isn't what I was trained for."

"If it makes you feel any better, killing BETA isn't like what we were trained for either."

Owens doesn't laugh that off either.

"Yeah, that's what I figured. Still... if I'm going to be taking risks like this, I want to have the skills to get through, you know? So I decided to apply to Cranwell. That woman from MI5 offered to help me get in."

You smile and give Owens a pat on the back.

"Good choice, Owens. The college isn't easy, but it trains the best TSF pilots in the world."

"Yeah, thanks."

Owens leans back and starts relaxing.

Meanwhile, you take a look at your orders. They're still unofficial, so there's a liberal amount of black ink all over the pages, but you can get the gist off it.

Project Round Table is apparently Great Britain's great plan for a counterattack. It's a small surge of elite troops with above-average potential and all the funding and resources the European Union can provide. They're currently slated for second priority for the upcoming Typhoons, but that's not so bad. Giving the new equipment to an established unit like Cerberus makes perfect sense and at second priority, you'll only have to wait a few more months before you can finally get inside a real 3rd generation TSF.

>NPC Skills Unlocked
>Due to your interactions, Flight officer John Owens is now qualified to learn two new skills. Please vote for which two of his skills you would like to unlock now.
>Bluff
>Gunnery
>Melee
>Science
>TSF Piloting

>>29519611
> TSF Piloting
> Gunnery

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>>29519611
>Gunnery
>TSF Piloting

It's nice to have someone with a gun at your back, especially if we're taking on Soviets.

Also, EUROFRONT GIRLS SOON GENTLEMENT.

>>29519611
> TSF Piloting
> Gunnery

>>29519611
>Gunnery
>TSF Piloting

>>29519611
>>Gunnery
>>TSF Piloting
Its safe to assume we are making him get science and melee?

>>29519721
Next batch of upgrades sure, unless there's something different there. Melee though is going to remain a priority, since I'd like characters to survive and continue being of use to us.

>>29519791
>>29519721
It seems like people only get two skills, really, and then improve in those skills. We're the engie, he's going to be the shooty-dakka type. Next we'll need a tank melee fighter and a scientist for the special weaponry.

>>29519959
Take a look in the pastebin, we already have all three of the combat skills.

>>29519611
>>Gunnery

>>Science

>>29519611
>Owens has learned Gunnery and TSF Piloting

The rest of the flight is uneventful and you take a quick nap until the landing starts.

The wheels on the landing gear haven't even stopped spinning when a full security team boards the plane and rushes both you and Owens to a motorcade. You burn every single red light and stop sign on your way to the port, where two Tornadoes are waiting for you on a cheap barge. You're surprised no one crashed into a building along the way.

You quickly change into your fortified suit as the barge speeds off a lot faster than it should be able to.

You board your brand new Tornado and connect your suit to the controls. According to the GPS data, you've got between 30 and 45 minutes before you intercept the Russians. It's not much, but you can get some work done on the software.

>Optimize the targeting system.
>Loosen up the safeties to enhance agility.
>Check with Owens again.

>>29520007
>>Loosen up the safeties to enhance agility.

>>29520007
>Loosen up the safeties to enhance agility.

Being outnumbered means we're gonna be dodging a lot of fire.

>>29520007
>Optimize the targeting system.

>>29519959
Characters get a total of 5 skills, but they have to be unlocked one at a time. Owens gets one for being our wingman in the last thread and another one because we checked up on him during the flight. It'll take three more interactions with him to unlock all his potential skills.

The same goes for every NPC.

>>29520007
>>Optimize the targeting system

>>29520007
>Loosen up the safeties to enhance agility.

>>29520007
>Optimize the targeting system.

We have a VIP to protect right? Accidentally hitting him is a terrible idea.

>>29520007
>Loosen up the safeties to enhance agility.

Because Dogfights, that's why.

>>29520007
>>Optimize the targeting system.
can we do both?

>>29520007
>>Loosen up the safeties to enhance agility.

>>29520135
If we could do both, then why are we being given a choice?

>>29520174
Sometimes it is never said we could do both.

>>29520007
You decide to reprogram the safeties a bit to give yourself more manoeuvrability. You're not looking forward to bringing your brand new Tornado back for repairs after its first flight, but you really like dodging enemy fire.

Your work ends just as a boat comes into visual range. You can clearly see four piles of crates large enough to cover TSFs on the deck and there aren't supposed to be any boats on this lane.

"Red Flag 4, this is Red Flag 2. Looks like we have our target."

"Red Flag 2, this is Red Flag 4. Standing by for combat."

You move to hail the ship and order it to stop when the crates all fall apart to reveal four Balalaikas. The Russians must have welded a bunch of metal panels together to make them look like piles of crates.

Without warning, the Balalaikas activate their engines and launch towards you. They dip down as they fall of the edge of their improvised carriers, but they have enough thrust to barely stay above the water.

They must be really desperate to cover the boat's getaway.

>Hail the Balalaikas as a formality.
>Those TSFs are illegal anyway. Meet them over the water.
>Maintain position for now. You can gun them down from the boat without expending fuel.

>>29520559
>>Those TSFs are illegal anyway. Meet them over the water.

>>29520559
>Hail the Balalaikas as a formality.

Wash ourselves of everything.

>>29520559
>Hail the Balalaikas as a formality.

Just in case.

>>29520559
>Those TSFs are illegal anyway. Meet them over the water.

>>29520559
>Hail the Balalaikas as a formality.
>Maintain position for now. You can gun them down from the boat without expending fuel.

>>29520559
>>Hail the Balalaikas as a formality.

>>29520559
>>Hail the Balalaikas as a formality.
>>Maintain position for now. You can gun them down from the boat without expending fuel.

>>29520559
>>Hail the Balalaikas as a formality.
>>Those TSFs are illegal anyway. Meet them over the water.

>>29520559
>Hail the Balalaikas as a formality.
The niceties must be observed.

Rolled 19, 19, 16, 7, 11, 16, 6, 13 = 107

>>29520559
You open up the comms.

"Attention unknown TSFs. You are currently in British national waters. Disarm and prepare to be escorted to port."

You are not at all surprised when the Balalaikas don't answer. Instead, they move into a standard line formation and aim their guns at you and the boat you're on. A hailstorm of bullets rushes towards you.

You've ceded the initiative, but fortunately for you, your finger is close enough to the trigger to dodge and counterattack.

>(roll 5d20)

Rolled 19, 11, 5, 10, 18 = 63

>>29520998
Rollin!

Rolled 17, 8, 12, 7, 11 = 55

>>29520998

Rolled 4, 4, 6, 9, 12 = 35

>>29520998

Rolled 10, 18, 19, 11, 15 = 73

>>29520998

Rolled 20, 8, 14, 5, 11, 2, 14, 1 = 75

>>29520998
Your boat takes some damage from the lead TSF, who deftly flies away from your counterattack. It won't sink immediately, but it can't take too many more hits and you'll need to repair it before you even think about going back to port. Fortunately, the Russians have provided you with a perfectly functional boat, assuming it survives the fight. But that's something you'll have to worry about later.

Bullets strike your TSF and Owen's, but your HUD doesn't display any damage. You've lost paint, maybe some armour, but you're still in the fight.

The enemy TSFs are less lucky. Two of them take direct hits to the cockpit and go down in the water.

The fight is even.

>What do you do?
>Take them on one and one.
>Take them two on one.

>>29521213
Ignore the dice.

>>29521213
>>Take them two on one.

>>29521213
one on one

>>29521213
>>Take them two on one.

You expected fair fights from us?

AHAHAHAHAHAHA

>>29521213
>Take them two on one.

DOGPILE

>>29521213
>>Take them two on one.
Focus fire will bring them down faster than a stand up fair fight

Rolled 12, 1, 17 = 30

>>29521213
"Owens, we're taking the lead on two on one."

Your previous dodge gave you some altitude and while your flight isn't steady, it's more than enough to close in on the lead TSF. A sudden boost sends you far above his guns' elevation and Owens makes a snap turn that puts him in a blind spot. Your advantage will only last a second at most, but it's more than enough.

>(roll 4d20)

Rolled 20, 9, 17, 19 = 65

>>29521636

Rolled 17, 10, 1, 18 = 46

>>29521636

Rolled 12, 2, 18, 11 = 43

>>29521636
prepare for failure!

>>29521671
I've never said this before, but thank you Wrenloft.

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>>29521706
I take it you weren't there for the climax of VMQ1?

And now /tg/ seems to think I'm trying to spam. Give me a minute to try and sort this out...

>>29521671
You and Owens both have a simultaneous flash of inspiration and switch your 120mm ammo to explosive rounds. Your shots hit the lead Balalaika and penetrate its fuel tanks for less than a second before the TSF explodes catastrophically. There is a very brief shower of incandescent metal slag, followed by fog as the sea begins to boil.

Unfortunately, the second TSF scores a direct hit on your left arm, causing it to fall right off. Still, you have one weapon and Owens is still close to 100%. You can finish this.

>(roll 4d20)

Rolled 20, 5, 15, 9 = 49

>>29522046

Rolled 18, 6, 13, 5 = 42

>>29522046

Rolled 16, 3 = 19

>>29522046
Rolling...

Rolled 1, 13, 3, 13 = 30

>>29522046

Rolled 4, 18, 2, 10 = 34

>>29522046

>>29522066
My God.

All the 20s.

We are born for this game.

>>29522104
Hahaha!

It does not matter. We will just let Owen hit it for us.

Can we ignore the TSF and go after the boat?

Rolled 4, 19 = 23

>>29522066
The second TSF launches an AP round at your second arm, knocking it off as well. However, you manage to pull the trigger quickly enough to send another explosive round right in its cockpit. The pilot dies instantaneously and the Balalaika goes down.

You've lost your weapons, but Owens can still watch your back and you need to clear the enemy boat and get the VIP.

>Contact the boat and tell them to surrender.
>Board the boat. You can clear it on foot while Owens stands watch in his TSF.

>>29522207
>>Contact the boat and tell them to surrender.

>>29522207
[x]Boarding party!

You think they will surrender? They must have secondary weapons. But remember, no going out of cockpit.

>>29522207
>>Contact the boat and tell them to surrender.
>>Board the boat. You can clear it on foot while Owens stands watch in his TSF.

>>29522207
>Board the boat. You can clear it on foot while Owens stands watch in his TSF.

I seriously doubt they're going to surrender.

>>29522207
>Board the boat. You can clear it on foot while Owens stands watch in his TSF.

Priority one is the VIP, contacting them to surrender is just handing them the initiative.

>>29522207
>Board the boat. You can clear it on foot while Owens stands watch in his TSF.

Guys.

We are an engineer.

What do Engineers do on an infiltration mission?

Head to the command station and disable everything.

>>29522388
Use the foot of our TSF and slam down on the command station.

>>29522496
I love it.

Do it.

>>29522388
>>29522496
>>29522651

Uuuuh, guys, do that after we've located the VIP.

We don't want to step on him accidentally.

>>29522682
Yeah. Stepping on our VIP in a multi-ton warmachine isn't a good way to start off our relationship with MI-5

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>>29522207
You're not too worried about the VIP's safety. Considering the Russians almost started a goddamn war against the EU to get him in the first place, they're not going to kill him now. It's more likely the spetsnaz team's going to commit suicide and someone else will try again later. Still, you need to secure the VIP.

"Red Flag 4, this is Red Flag 2. We're taking that boat. I'll clear it on foot while you stand watch."
"Red Flag 2, this is Red Flag 4. Understood."

The Russian boat isn't going all that fast - in fact, it isn't moving at all anymore - and you both quickly catch up to it and settle down where the Balalaikas were. According to your infrared sensors, which thankfully survived the battle, there are six heat signatures on the bridge. The rest of the boat is completely empty.

You check your sidearm and disembark. It's been a while since you've done grunt work, but you remember the basics.

You move quickly, sticking close to the walls and staying behind cover as much as you can, careful not to leave yourself any blind spots.

You're halfway to the bridge when you start to hear the screams.

"WHERE IS SHE?"

You run towards the bridge at full speed.

"I KNOW YOU TOOK HER! YOU KNOW WHO I AM! THAT MEANS YOU'RE CLEARED TO KNOW WHERE SHE IS!"

You abandoned all attempts at stealth and RUN.

"WHERE IS MY LADY?"

You finally reach the door and an absolutely disgusting stench fills your nostrils. You need to struggle to keep from vomiting, but you make it to the door and level your guns at the Russians.

"WHERE IS MY LADY?"

The carcasses of two horrifically disfigured Russians hang from the ceiling.

"ANSWER ME!"

Two more Russians are bound and gagged to a chair. It looks like they had their eyelids cut off.

"WHERE IS SHE?"

The last spetsnaz is about to have an underwater welding torch driven into his eyeball.

By your VIP.

>(cont.)

>>29522948
>Threaten the VIP to force him to back off. This is seriously fucked up.
>Try to talk him down and prevent the situation from escalating.
>Screw it. Those Russians had it coming.

>>29522948
>>Try to talk him down and prevent the situation from escalating.

>>29522981
Talk him down.

He's not our enemy yet.

>>29522981
>>Try to talk him down and prevent the situation from escalating.

>>29522981
>Try to talk him down and prevent the situation from escalating.
"I do love the creativity, but maybe we could get more information out of them if they actually live through the next few minutes?"

>>29522981
>Try to talk him down and prevent the situation from escalating.

...Ok, that is totally fucked up.

Please say we don't have to work with this nutjob.

>>29522981
I see. They didn't scramble their TSFs in order to attack us, they were just trying to escape from THIS guy.

>>Try to talk him down and prevent the situation from escalating.

The rest of the ship is clear. These are the only ones left. If he thinks these guys can tell him what he wants to know, they're certainly not going to be able to do it while dead.

That said, if this current mission is even tangentially connected to this suspected abduction, there might be a little something in the Russians' ship's computer if SOMEONE were able to take a peek around.

whatever else we do we should offer to take a look at there computers and see if we can find anything. making ourselves useful to this guy would make him less likely to try and kill us.

>>29522948
You holster your sidearm and enter the bridge, calling out to the VIP.

"Hey, HEY!"

The VIP startles for a moment and turns to face you. He doesn't seem to care that you're there all that much.

"Who are you? Don't interrupt me. I need to find her!"

"LISTEN to me! I'm Pilot officer Julian Reber of the RAF. MI5 asked me to bring you back. I can bring you home and help you find your lady, but you need to calm down. I can get into this boat's computer and figure out what they know. I'm sure they have some valuable information. Just start by telling me your name."

The man shuts off the welding torch and goes limp. He looks at you like you're a complete fucking idiot. He raises one arm to point at the Tornadoes outside and speaks in a lifeless monotone voice.

"My name is Dodger. I wrote the OS for those TSFs on a napkin. During my coffee break. You think you can get more out of these computers than I can? Go ahead."

He sinks down against one of the walls and breaks into sobs. You keep one eye on him and get to the boat's computers.

>(roll 1d20)

Rolled 16

>>29523369

Rolled 16

>>29523369

Rolled 19

>>29523369

>>29523399
NO ONE ROLLS!

>>29523369
Anyone want to bet that his "lady" is a TSF?

>>29523428
possibly, by using my keen powers of observation i have deduced he may not be that sane.

>>29523399
The boat, as it turns out, is a massive operational security risk. Navigation charts? Check. Russian codes? Check. A list of Russian assets? Check. Cipher codes? Check. Safehouses? Check. Stolen data from EU TSF research? Check.

This isn't just a boat, it's probably the KGB's central hub in England. It's incredibly stupid to set something like this up, but the data has to be managed somehow. MI5 will blow its load once it gets its hands on this thing.

However, there doesn't seem to be any information on Dodger's mysterious lady. The poor man just keeps sobbing and going on about how "She was perfect" and "It was fate that she would be created." You can't get anything else out of him.

The rest of the mission is a simple cleanup. The Royal Navy and MI5 send someone over to haul the Russians back to port. You're assigned a new Tornado, as yours is too damaged and there's a combat operation waiting for you the minute you reach Dover. You part ways with Owens for the moment, but you're confident you'll see him on the front lines in a few months.

Your promotion to Flying officer comes through on schedule.

>(cont.)

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>>29523629
The first thing you see as your truck reaches Dover is the castle is the massive construction yard that will soon become the Round Table. The TSF hangars have already been constructed and you can see the Tornadoes moving about. The machines are all the best Britain has to offer.

The truck rolls to a stop and you step out. In your immaculate service dress, you salute your new commanding officer.

"Flying officer Julian Reber," he says. "Welcome to the Round Table."

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>>29518060
>F-5R ADV
I know I'm late but do you mean F-5E ADV? The greatest of all the F-5s?

>>29523695
MISSION REPORT:
- Destroyed the hostile TSFs (1XP)
- Secured the VIP (1XP)
- Recovered Russian data (1XP)
- Owens survived (1XP)
- Sean Bean survived (BONUS: 1XP)
- Total XP: 5

NOTES:
- Elements of MI5 and the Royal Navy were able to recover the wreckage of the Russian subs and obtained valuable blackmail material for the future.
- Data recovered from the Russian boat allowed MI5 to purge many KGB cells. Russian intelligence in the European Union is crippled.

Character Status:
Julian Reber
Level 2 (1/20 XP)
Skills: TSF Piloting, Gunnery, Melee, Electronics, Computers
Resources: Budget 1, Connections 4 (Swiss Government, RAF, Crusaders, MI5), Gear 3, Personnel 1, Rank 1

>That's all for this week. Next time, we meet our new unit and fight some actual aliens. Next thread will be Thursday January 16th at 7PM EST.

>>29523629
Did we need to roll a 20 to find out where the lady TSF is?

>>29523737
It is indeed supposed to be the F-5E. The R's a typo.

>>29523817

Question, if we got a 20 would we have found his "lady"?

>>29523817
>- Sean Bean survived (BONUS: 1XP)

I feel like I missed something here, huh?

>>29523870
Mr. Beans?

>>29523836
No, the data was just not there. Dodger's lady is far too important for a section chief to know that she even exists, much less where she is.

>>29523842
Yesss. The F-5E ADV is the only TSF I love more than the F-15E Strike Eagle.

>>29523885

So what would a 20 have gotten?

>>29523885
Ahhh. Thanks anon.

>>29523906
How good is the plane in real life?

>>29523870
The Round Table's CO is based on Sean Bean. Sean Bean is most famous for dying in everything he does. Therefore, keeping him alive in Muv Luv, regardless of how little screen time he has, is actually worth bonus XP.

This is the IRON MAN HARD MODE.

You can assume he'll get the most suicidal engagement in any fight.

In any case, good night, folks.

>>29523917

Well shit, we're really gonna have to work our asses off here.

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>>29523906
>not loving the stillborn beauty, the greatest TSF that never was
What are you, gay?

>>29523917
>dying in everything he does
ALMOST everything he does, AFAIK there are like 4 movies hes been in where his character survived

>>29523695
this is going to be a FUN downtime.. great...

>>29523817
thanks for running man!

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>>29523917
>>29524375
Sharpe, you bloody heathens.
Sean Bean plays Richard Sharpe, and survives the entire series.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Fy3tSim3to

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>>29523917
But how much bonus XP do we get if we Ronin him?

>>29524465
> 50mm Handgun

I burst out laughing there, what is he, twelve?

>>29524465
>Ronin
That movie was fucking amazing just for the back and forth between those two. Also:
>So... you ever kill a man before?
>I hurt someone's feelings once
Best line in the move. I have used it dozens of times for several characters.