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>>47478651
“IF I SO MUCH AS GET A FUCKING HINT OF YOU BRINGING IN CONTRABAND INTO THIS BASE AGAIN DICK FOR BRAINS, I WILL FUCKING PERSONALLY MAKE SURE YOU GET ASSIGNED TO CLEANING LATRINES IN ALASKA FISCHER.”

“Sir, yes sir.”

His eyes still smoldering and knife hand lowering, the Colonel dropped back into his chair behind the desk. “At fucking ease. Take seats, both of you. I didn’t call you in just to fucking scream at you two blockheads, though I fucking wish I was.”

Tentatively, you and the Captain drop into chairs in front of his desk, still sitting ramrod straight as the Old Man shuffles some papers around on it. “Now with all that said and out of the air, we’re going to discuss the issue of getting a new second-in command of the squadron. And what to do until then. I was hoping that Captain Schultz’s choice wouldn’t prove to be such a complete moron, but I guess that was too much to ask.”

Schultz winces a little next to you, and you feel your heart drop. Who else but you would have been her choice?

There is a few moments of silence until you finally speak. “Permission to speak freely sir?”

“Permission granted.”

[ ] “Sir, do you want me to exit the room while you discuss this with Captain Schultz?”

[ ] “Sir, may I suggest a candidate?”

>>47478661
>[ ] “Sir, do you want me to exit the room while you discuss this with Captain Schultz?”

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>>47478661
>[ ] Sir, may I suggest a candidate?
Kinda hoping to make this a multinational special forces TSF unit

>>47478740
No, Bad Rafale, Bad.

>>47478774
What? You don't want our sweet commissar waifu to embrace the ideals of capitalism and then start a revolution when the east Germans come back?

>>47478835
Suggesting it now is a fucking bad idea. Also I still want to get into cap's panties.

>>47478857
I think she's being reassigned at this point, so your chance may be gone

>>47478661
>[ ] “Sir, may I suggest a candidate?”

Foss would be a great commanding officer.

>>47478984
I could also get behind that. But I'd prefer our little commissar

>>47478661
>[ ] “Sir, may I suggest a candidate?”

>>47479023
Hey k/ripple! How's your week been?

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>>47478835
>>47479004
>Wanting to have a defection crisis on base in the middle of a major offensive, and also have her in your chain of command now, so bullying is now not possible without being guilty of insubordination.

Do you want to get court marshaled? Cuz it sounds like you want to get court martialed.

>>47478740
>>47478984
>>47479023
Votes called, writan

>>47479048
Blarg.
Heating up/getting humid down here so it's kinda shit.

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>>47479069
Iktf man, I haven't slept more than 4 hours total the past two days because of the heat

>>47479083
Agreed! We need more (future) defections! As well as international waifus! Where the hell was the "check here to join the UN" box on our sign up papers?

We will form an international group of the best TSA/TSF pilots, and we will kick BETA ass!

>>47479166
In that case, Bring on the BETA bitches! Our capitalist/communist friendship party will kill all those beta assholes!

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>>47479141
>Where the hell was the "check here to join the UN" box on our sign up papers

Under the 'filthy treason' header, I believe.

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>[ ] “Sir, may I suggest a candidate?”
“Sir, may I suggest a candidate?” you ask, looking the Old Man straight in the eyes.

“As long as they aren’t totally fucking retarded, I’ll take them under advisement.” The Colonel says, leaning back in his own chair.
Huh. So he didn’t just tell you to shut the fuck up and listen. Scratch that hope. You didn’t know any of the other squadron pilots well enough to make good recommendations based on character – they all did their jobs well, and that was good enough for you. Really, it didn’t matter who was second in command or not to you, just that they were there. Having to handle a lot of the petty shit like resolving whatever stupid fucking argument Pam was hell bent on having with whatever pilot had somehow scratched her “babies”, keeping track of the lunch schedules, and so on would have driven you insane with boredom anyway. Then again, you had to babysit your RIO a good amount of the time, so just scaling that sort of thing up would probably work.

An evil thought flashes through your head, causing you to grin a bit.

There are certain wrongdoings against your person that must be addressed, lest the offenders grow ever bolder. Getting laid when you were not, dodging responsibility for paying tabs, being an ass while riding bitch, and oh yeah, worst of all deciding to rat you out to the Old Man instead of just sucking it up and claiming to know nothing just so he could get back to fucking that hot-ass nurse were the least of his offenses.

The motherfucker liked boybands. Actual god damn fucking boybands.

“I recommend 2nd Lieutenant Foss for the position sir.”

Both the Old Man and Schultz look at you like you’ve lost your fucking mind.

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>>47479704
“You’re kidding right?” Schultz said, the Colonel just staring at you, in a state of what you either guessed was building rage or some kind of amazement at your fucking idiocy. Then it begins. The long, slow, spine tingling chuckles. The rumblings slowly intensify, as the Old Man starts to lose his fucking shit right in front of you, laughing so hard you’re pretty sure he’s crying too.

“The fucking steel encrusted fucking balls you have Fischer; I swear to god. You suggest your RIO to be the second in command, after your ass pulls the bonehead move of the century just a few hours ago, and nearly again right in front of me now?”

You wait for his laughter to die down. It takes a little while, during which Schultz glares daggers at you.

“Well sir, Malinowski is the next most senior Marine, but he’s with Captain Shultz during flights. After him, it’s just Foss and I sir. He’s the logical choice if I am not qualified.”

It’d also make Foss fucking pissed as hell. The man had an allergy to any tasks that did not involve his dick, being an ass, or doing RIO things. Truly, not murdering Foss earlier was paying off. He was going to suffer, one way or the other, for being a Blue Falcon.

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>>47479724
“I’ll take it under advisement.” The Colonel said. Somehow, he’d extracted a map of the area during his laughing fit. Various zones were marked off, with the invasion routes drawn down by hand on the map. “Schultz and I will make the final decision later. In the meantime, I’m going to have your sorry asses running a couple days of long range undersea patrols. The Soviets have gotten a bug up their ass ever since they found out about the invasion, and I’ve gotten word there’s a Soviet boomer operating somewhere in the North Sea at the moment. So check your fucking targets, don’t just drop fish in the water all fucking gung ho for the next couple of weeks. If you chucklefucks cause World War III, I will skin all of you alive and then rub salt in the wounds. Don’t do any stupid fucking shit, am I clear Schultz? Am I clear Fischer?

[ ] “Crystal clear sir.”
[ ] Soviet nuke subs? In my North Sea?
[ ] Write in

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>>47479724
>He was going to suffer

>>47479740

[ ] Soviet nuke subs? In my North Sea?

Sounds like it's time to go fishing. It's not like they should even have those anyway.

>>47479740
[ ] “Crystal clear sir.”

>>47479740
>[ ] Soviet nuke subs? In my North Sea?
Time to go fishing.

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>>47479740
[ ] Soviet nuke subs? In my North Sea?

More like beautiful soviet pilots in my bed. Cryska, Inia and Yui are my waifus after all.

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>>47479740
> "Cryska clear sir."

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>>47479874
>three waifus


Anyway, looks like nuke subs is winning, gonna get to writing up mah post.

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>>47479932
Hey at least I came up with one! Inia face, Yui communist!

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>>47479977
>those fucking repeating digits
>those puns
I actually spilled my drink, nicely done.

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>>47479977

I also have a joke. Pic related.

>>47479996
I apologize for nothing

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>>47479921
>Waifu

>>47480076
Wait... so are we playing "get raped by the BETA" or "fuck the BETA"?
>>47480028
?
>>47479996
Watch drinking anyways?

>>47480104
>Wait... so are we playing "get raped by the BETA" or "fuck the BETA"?

Yes.

>>47480131
Ill get the whip...

>[ ] Soviet nuke subs? In my North Sea?

“So wait, we’re going to be playing grab ass with a fucking nuclear submarine sir?”

The Old Man stares at you over his glasses. “Did I fucking stutter? Did I tell you to try and ram a Soviet ballistic missile submarine? No, I told you to go and help the fucking squid pukes to find the fucking thing, not try and sink it like your retarded commie fucking ass seems to want to.”

This seems as good a time as any to get the fuck out of here. “Am I free to go then sir?”

“Dismissed. Schultz, stay here. There’s more in the briefing for you.”

Closing the door behind you, you shake your head free of the cobwebs. You got lucky. Really, really fucking lucky. He could have dragged your ass into a court martial instead of just yelling at you for a couple hours about various things regarding last night. Schultz would probably try and kill you the next time you saw her, but hey, you could work with that. And that you even got to hear about the sub shit at all was probably a sign that the Old Man was willing to give you a second chance to not be a total limp dicked fuckup.

Either that or you’d be watching him chewing out Foss for deciding to fuck some enlisted chick while he was supposed to be doing second in command things, which was also nice. Win-win if you looked at it from the right angle.

The mess would likely still be serving breakfast, so heading there was not too bad an idea. The hangers might be a better place to stop though, to get the vomit comet ride set up. Even if Foss might by some fucking miracle become your sort of boss, he still needed to suffer more than he might potentially do. Or you could just go and find someone to chill with.

[ ] Hanger. Buddy fuckers need to be severely punished.
[ ] Mess. Food is always nice
[ ] Chill. No need to hurry, wasn’t like this tiny ass island was going anywhere
[ ] Write-in

>>47480289
>[ ] Mess. Food is always nice
>Write-in
>Find our German commissar and see if how she's doing
If we only got a slap on the wrist, I'm wondering what happened to her

>>47480289
>[X] Mess. Food is always nice

>>47480289
>[ ] Mess. Food is always nice

>>47480351
In with this.

>>47480379
Its also a good way to avoid our mechanic

Alright since I almost actually fell asleep at my desk a minute ago, I'm calling it a night, but I'll run tomorrow night at roughly 5pm central.

>>47480104
Water, lots of water. I've been working outside in 80+ degree weather doing yard work for my new job. Pays good money though, so that's nice, and I don't have to interact with asshole customers which is even better.

>>47480529
And apparently we have somewhat similar jobs... huh... neat~. Well have a good night man!

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>>47480289
[ ] Mess. Food is always nice

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ASW when?

>>47480529
Fuck you, I'm always at work when you run the quest.