>>2453863
>>This squadron is all you've got. Keep them close together.

>>2453863
>This squadron is all you've got. Keep them close together.

>>2453863
>This squadron is all you've got. Keep them close together.

>>2453863
>This squadron is all you've got. Keep them close together.

>>2453863
>This squadron is all you've got. Keep them close together

She'll stick her nose out sooner or later.

>>2453863
>>This squadron is all you've got. Keep them close together.
TIME FOR DECULTURE!

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So for our plane's pinup girl, I think it should be lenticular or holographic so that viewing it on one angle would show Dorodoro in a modest outfit, and full of authority....until you look at her at another angle, it'll then be of her winking or doing some cutesy idol pose (or her wearing an even lewder outfit/clothing damage).

>>2453984
I support the winking/cutsey idol pose. It fits with our assignment

>>2453984
Wasn't there something about Doro making a good idol at one point?

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>>2453863
"Keep them close." You instruct. "This is the only squadron we've got, so we can't afford to throw them away, even if they're drones."

"Got it." Lara complies as the Ghosts stick close to your sides.

However, even as you fly in the midst of the asteroids, the Ace refuses to show herself. You suspect she's smart enough to know she doesn't stand a chance if she exposes herself to you. Even with her speed, she wouldn't be able to outmaneuver an entire squadron of Ghosts.

Meanwhile, the main battle in the distance continues to escalate as the Pacifica's fighters dive into the fray. Surrounded on all sides, the Zentradi position gets more precarious and desperate, causing them to fight all the much harder. In fact, many of them are even resort to suicide attacks on the Quarter, mercilessly charging through defensive fire from both the CAP flights and AA emplacements.

That's when you remember that Dorothea is also aboard the ship, and you'd be lying if you weren't more than little worried about her safety.

And then, your comms begin to hum as you hear a familiar voice. It sounded like...

>Amy's
>Rin's
>Other

>>2454057
>Amy's

>>2454057
>Rin's

Let's see how PMC Idol does things

or we could go with Minmei [/spoiler}

>>2454057
>>Amy's

>>2454057
>>Other
Isamu

>>2454057
I see that write-in option...
>Doro's

>>2454057
>>Amy's

>>2454057
>>Amy's
Metal Aimo!

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>>2453984
I'd say keep it holographic so we can have her in a variety of different poses and outfits (meido, bunnysuit, nurse, sexy officer, swimsuit, rocker girl, sexy pilotsuit, etc.)

>>2453984
>>2454187
This idea is getting better and better...

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>>2454057
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NOaSh1-d9gc

It's Amy's familiar voice as her main song fills all of the comm channels. Almost immediately, the Zentradi suicide charge against the Quarter falters as the uncultured Zentradi are caught off guard, leaving them easy pickings for the NUNS and SMS pilots who pounce on them mercilessly.

However, you sensors then scream as a red flash bursts from the asteroids, making a beeline directly for the Pacifica.

"Shit!" You grunt as you swing your Valkyrie around and hit full throttle, as fast as your fighter would allow. "Pacifica, you've got incoming form heading 4-6!"

"We see it, Yellow Team. Engaging."

And just like that, the Pacifica lights up as hundreds of AA guns open fire, spitting lasers, tracers, and missiles into space at the approaching red bullet.

"Shit!" Lara curses as a stray laser beam passes a bit too close for comfort. "It's starting to get a bit hot in here!"

True, as the Pacifica's guns had opened up, it was posing just as much danger for you as the Red Ace...

>Damn the AA fire, full speed ahead!
>You need to break off and approach from a safer direction.
>Tell Pacifica to hold fire.
>Other

>>2454199
>>Damn the AA fire, full speed ahead!

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>>2453984
>>2454187

Perhaps Dorothea can give us a private 'fashion show and performance' when we're both not too busy so we can get some model references?

>>2454199
>>Damn the AA fire, full speed ahead!

>>2454199
>>Damn the AA fire, full speed ahead!
I bet the Red Ace is enjoying the bullet hell.

>>2454199
>You need to break off and approach from a safer direction.

>>2454210
Make sure to keep a photo just in case.

>>2454199
>Damn the AA fire, full speed ahead!

>>2454210
I'm liking the idea of the admiral becoming an idol more and more.

>>2454245
She can only sing "Heart of Oak" though

>>2454199
>You need to break off and approach from a safer direction.

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Rolled 5, 17, 6 = 28 (3d20)

>>2454199
"No choice, Lara." You grunt as you keep your throttle pushed forward. "We can't let her get to the ship."

"Ha! Always picking the more exciting option!" Lara laughs as her engines and FAST pack boosters flare, keeping track with you.

The Ghosts, not shackled to having to worry about a human pilot, also boost forward at barely manageable speeds. Just a few more seconds and that Ace will be in weapons range...

>Roll 1d20+3

>>2454245

Not sure if she would be the right kind of idol and not a niche one.

[Dorothea may have a minor exhibitionist kink, but more along the lines of her image as a prim and proper lady being ruined by being seen in more casual outfits. Lewd outfits would probably cause her brain to short out./spoiler]

Rolled 16 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2454282

Rolled 9 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2454282

Rolled 17 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>2454282

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>>2454282
You slave the Ghosts to your fire control and lock on to the Ace. From your position behind her, it's simple getting a lock since she continues to make a beeline for the Pacifica, only making the bare minimum maneuvers to dodge the incoming AA fire from the ship.

Dozens of missiles streak out from both your Valkyrie and the gathered Ghosts, the white contrails marking their path as the zoom towards the distant Zentradi ace.

The Ace, for her part, is immediately aware of the incoming missiles and spins around, flying backwards while firing her arm mounted cannons and dumping flares and chaff. Missile after missile explodes in a chain of orange bursts, but with the mass of AA fire concentrated on her, she couldn't possibly dodge it all, and she doesn't.

A burst of AA gunfire rakes across the back of the Ace's battlesuit, shredding up its backpack unit, forcing her to eject the damaged equipment.

Having bitten off more than she could chew, the Red Ace immediately jukes, changing direction and flying away from the Pacifica, thankfully.

However, she was diving back into the asteroid field, no doubt to try and slip away again. AA fire continues to track her, but its less accurate now as she gains distance from the ship.

If you were quick enough, you could try to cut her off and engage her in a close in fight. Or, with her suit damaged, you could hang back and try to snipe her with the heavy particle laser cannon mounted on your FAST pack.

>Chase the Red Ace into the asteroid field.
>Try to take her out from range.
>Other

>>2454369
>>Chase the Red Ace into the asteroid field.

>>2454369
>>Chase the Red Ace into the asteroid field.

>>2454369
>>Chase the Red Ace into the asteroid field.

>>2454369
>Chase the Red Ace into the asteroid field.

>>2454369
>Try to take her out from range.

>>2454369
>>Chase the Red Ace into the asteroid field.

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Rolled 1, 1, 12 = 14 (3d20)

>>2454369
Sensing the advantage, you unconsciously lick your lips as you go in for the kill, Amy's voice still flowing through your head and your mind. Your engines roar as your rocket forward, the Red Ace squarely in your sights.

Lara and the Ghosts are right behind you as well, their weapons hot and ready to go as well.

>Roll 1d20+2

Rolled 8 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2454437
Time to dive into the fireworks.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>2454437

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Rolled 8 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2454437

Rolled 18 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>2454437

>>2454437
welp
>>2454442
Good enough?

>>2454458
I just hope we find out who this Red Ace is. She's gonna be a redhead, isn't she?

>>2454437
Oh dear. Here comes the snow!

>>2454465
Just for irony let her have blue hair but a terrible temperament as though she's a stereotypical redhead

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>>2454437
It wasn't even dogfight. More of a turkey shoot, honestly. Your flight expends the last of its missiles, unleashing them all against the fleeing Red Ace.

The Red Ace attempts to spin around to intercept the missiles again, but a wayward micrometeor whizzes by and smashes right into the battlesuit's head, causing the Red Ace to flinch.

And that's all the missiles need as they converge. The Red Ace is able to regain composure and begins firing and maneuvering again, but it's too late. The missiles are too many and too close for her to be able to get them all. In a bid of desperation, the Red Ace flips back around, engines charging for one final burst of speed, but just as the engines engage, one missile slips in and slams into the back of the Red Ace's battlesuit.

The Zentradi pilot loses all control as she weaves and loops in unpredictable patterns. You briefly lose sight for second of the Red Ace as it arcs around a large asteroid but the Ghosts are quick, flying forward to relay visual data to you from a higher angle.

And you manage a catch sight of the explosion right as the Red Ace impacts another asteroid, her battlesuit exploding brilliantly and sending debris flying in all directions.

"Hah! Scratch one Zeddie Ace!" Lara whoops. "Good kill, Cap!"

>Heh, it wasn't so bad, I guess.
>I dunno, it could've been anybody's missile there.
>Other

>>2454497
>I dunno, it could've been anybody's missile there.
We killed her? Shit.

>>2454497
>>I dunno, it could've been anybody's missile there.

>>2454497
>I dunno, it could've been anybody's missile there.

>>2454497
>Heh, it wasn't so bad, I guess.

>>2454504
Those 1s, man

>>2454497
>>I dunno, it could've been anybody's missile there.

>>2454497
>>Other
Confirm the kill.

>>2454497
>>2454513
This. Zentradi can survive space exposure for short period of time.

>>2454497
>>Other
Confirm kill.
I know she got two 1s but I want to make sure she's dead

>>2454497
>>I dunno, it could've been anybody's missile there.
also >>2454513

>>2454497
>>I dunno, it could've been anybody's missile there.
also
>>2454513
do not fuck around with aces.

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>>2454497
"I dunno, it could've been anybody's missiles there." You shrug.

"Aw, get the fuck outta here, Cap!" Lara groans. "Don't go handing off a perfectly good kill like that!"

"But-"

"I'll paint the goddamn kill marker on your Valkyrie myself!" Lara continues. "So you TAKE this victory and you OWN it, you got that?"

"Y-yes ma'am." You squeak.

Good thing only the Ghosts could hear what was being said. They still hung around, obediently waiting for orders.

"Captain." Dorothea's voice comes on line again. "The Zentradi are retreating and they're heading your way. You have at least three squadrons worth of units bearing down. You need to get out of there."

"Just a second." You frown as you glance at the smoking ruin of the red battlesuit. "Something doesn't feel right here."

"Give me the Ghosts and I can go hold 'em off for you." Lara offers.

>Better fall back.
>Go engage the retreating Zentradi.
>Better scan the area, just in case.
>Other

>>2454554
>>Better scan the area, just in case.

>>2454554
>>Better scan the area, just in case.
Last thing we need is for a certain angry Ace tearing our wings apart with their bare hands.

>>2454554
>>Better scan the area, just in case.

>>2454554
>Better scan the area, just in case.

I wonder what they'll be like when micronized?

>>2454554
>>Better scan the area, just in case.
>>Other
>>2454561
Implying she wasn't already Micronized and making her way into the Pacifica by now, while her suit was on full autopilot.

>>2454554
>Better scan the area, just in case.

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>>2454568
idol material

>>2454554
>>Better scan the area, just in case.

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>>2454554
"Thanks, Lara." You respond. "I promise I'll be quick."

"Heh, you better be, because I'm not saving any kills for ya!" Lara chortles as she boosts off, the Ghosts following close behind.

And that leaves you completely alone. Well, maybe alone. That's what you were going to find out. You switch to GERWALK mode and boost carefully towards the blackened crater where the Red Ace's battlesuit impacted. You'll start from there, you suppose.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>2454612
[concern]

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>2454612

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>2454612

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>2454612

>>2454619
Uh oh...

>>2454614
>>2454619
>>2454622
Either no one was in that suit or we're going to be Meltran-handled again.

>>2454614
>>2454619
>>2454622
So many damn 1s

>>2454628
Remember KCPSQ? Every time that "3 times faster than ordinary Abyssal DD" showed up, it was a parade of natural 1s.

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>>2454612
Your Valkyrie touches down on the surface of the asteroid, right on the lip of the crater. you point the nose of your craft right at the crater to allow your sensors to get a good view of it and wait a few seconds as the advanced instruments do their work.

Finally, the results come back, reading a negative for any traces of Zentradi biological material, which confirmed your fears. Apparently, for the brief second that you lost sight of the Red Ace, she had manged to eject from her suit without detection.

You sweep your Valkyrie around, trying to to see if you could find any sort of trace on her. You knew that Zentradi could survive short periods of time in pure vacuum, and she was likely wearing a environment suit anyways. Unfortunately, the asteroid field provided too much cover for you to get an accurate read of where she might've gone.

Before you could proceed, though, you're interrupted as a Ghost shrieks overhead, wreathed in flame as it nosedives into an asteroid. A Zentradi battlepod flies by, chased by another Ghost.

Shit, looks like the battle already migrated here. You couldn't continue the search in these conditions.

>You've used up most of your ammo fighting hte Red Ace. Fall back to the Pacifica.
>You've still got enough fight left in you to take care of these stragglers.
>Other

>>2454656
>You've used up most of your ammo fighting hte Red Ace. Fall back to the Pacifica.

>>2454656
>You've used up most of your ammo fighting hte Red Ace. Fall back to the Pacifica.

>>2454656
>>You've used up most of your ammo fighting hte Red Ace. Fall back to the Pacifica.
Better keep an eye out for reports of missing stuff, like clothes, food and pop culture merch.

>>2454656
>>You've used up most of your ammo fighting hte Red Ace. Fall back to the Pacifica.

>>2454656
>You've used up most of your ammo fighting the Red Ace. Fall back to the Pacifica.

>Have a drone spot check us an lara make sure the Meltrandi did not grapple us and get under our sensor envelope.

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>>2454656
You decide it wasn't worth staying here, especially since you had expended pretty much all of your missiles chasing the Red Ace. You leap off the asteroid and switch back to fighter mode.

"Lara, let's fall back." You tell her. "No sense risking our lives fighting for this place. We'll let the others mop them up."

"All riiiiiight." Lara says reluctantly. No doubt she wanted to further pad her kill count. "I guess four is good enough."

Yep, she definitely wanted to pad her kill count.

You, Lara, and the remaining eight Ghosts disengage while the remnants of the Zentradi force continue to retreat, having no wish to chase you. Already, SMS forces were swooping in to finish them off, while the NUNS planes were returning to the Pacifica as well. Amy's song also fades away as the battle winds down, the need for her skills slowly dwindling away.

The moment you get your Valkyrie landed, you...

>Go look for Dorothea.
>Go look for Amy.
>Get some drinks with Lara.
>Other

>>2454695
>>Go look for Dorothea.

>>2454695
>>Go look for Dorothea.

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>>2454695
>Go look for Dorothea.

Here's hoping for nurse outfit.

>>2454695
>Go look for Dorothea.

>>2454695
>>Go look for Dorothea.
Debrief

>>2454695
>>Go look for Dorothea.

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>>2454695
Just as you disembark your Valkyie, you see a shuttle pulling into the hangar. As it lands, Dorothea comes out of the landing ramp, looking just as prim and proper as ever.

"Hey Lara, you can go on without me." You tell your wingmate. "I'm going to go check on the Admiral."

"Ooooooh, sure thing." Lara giggles. "I got a buncha new kill marks to paint, anyways!"

You take your leave, moving to cut off Dorothea before she could exit the hangar.

"Good to see you back, Admiral." You salute as you approach her. Out in public like this, you had to at least maintain the image of formality.

"Captain." Dorothea nods, just a coolly as ever. "I'm sorry, but can we keep moving? I need to get the bridge to get updated on matters."

>Sure, I'll head there with you.
>Can't you put it off for just a bit...?
>Other

>>2454743
>>Sure, I'll head there with you.

>>2454743
>>Sure, I'll head there with you.

>>2454743
>Sure, I'll head there with you.

>>2454743
>>Sure, I'll head there with you.

>>2454743
>Sure, I'll head there with you.

>>2454743
>>Sure, I'll head there with you.

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>>2454743
"Sure, I'll head there with you." You nod as you walk alongside Dorothea.

"Are... are you sure you want others to see us together..." Dorothea hesitates.

"Hey, we're both officers, right?" You shrug. "It shouldn't be a problem."

"I suppose..." Dorothea nods and continues her pace. "Come along, then."

You have to hurry a bit in order to keep up with Dorothea as she moves. As always, she was always moving quickly and with purpose. A drive that sometimes made you envy her a little. As you moved with her down the hall and to the main lift, you knew you'd only have a short window to talk with her alone.

>Ask if she was worried about you.
>Ask her what the SMS commander was like.
>Ask if she's okay with SMS stepping on her toes.
>Other

>>2454777
>>Ask her what the SMS commander was like.

>>2454777
>Ask her what the SMS commander was like.

>>2454777
>>Ask her what the SMS commander was like.
And whether if they are as reliable as the stories say.

>>2454777
>>Ask her what the SMS commander was like.

>>2454777
>Ask if she's okay with SMS stepping on her toes.

>>2454777
>Ask if she's okay with SMS stepping on her toes.

>>2454777
>Ask her what the SMS commander was like.

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>>2454777
"So... what was the SMS commander like?" You ask curiously.

"Hm?" Dorothea raises an eyebrow. "I didn't take you to be the type to be interested."

"I'm just curious, that's all." You shrug.

"Well," Dorothea smiles playfully, "you wouldn't happen to know Ozma Lee, do you?"

>Never heard of him.
>The name sounds familiar.
>Holy crap.
>Other

>>2454805
>Holy crap.

>>2454805
>The name sounds familiar.

>>2454805
>The name sounds familiar.

>>2454805
>>Holy crap.
>>Did you get any advice on how to handle teenage idols?

>>2454805
>>Other
"Who doesn't? The survivor of the 117th Fleet and one of the heroes of the Galaxy incident?"

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>>2454805
>>Holy crap.

>>2454805
>Holy crap.

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>>2454805
"Holy crap." You gasp. "You mean THE Ozma Lee? The hero of the Frontier Fleet?"

"The very same." Dorothea nods. "He's certainly moved up the company ladder in the past few years. Up from his own squadron to his own ship."

"Huh." You pause. "How's he taking it?"

Dorothea gives you a smug grin as the lift door opens. She steps in and quickly motions for you to follow inside. As the doors slide closed and the lift starts moving, Dorothea puts a hand up to her mouth as she starts giggling uncontrollably.

"Oh, he absolutely HATES it!" Dorothea snickers. "It's very clear he'd like nothing more than stay in a Valkyrie cockpit until he's buried in it!"

Of course a fleet officer like her would take some amusement at the suffering of fighter jocks like you.

>Command of his own ship? I don't see how that's such a problem.
>I totally understand how he feels.
>Other

>>2454850
>Poor guy. I hope you didn't tease him too much.

>>2454850
>>I totally understand how he feels.

It'd be much harder to impress the ladies.

>>2454850
>I totally understand how he feels.

>>2454850
>>I totally understand how he feels.

>>2454850
>>I totally understand how he feels.

>>2454850
>I totally understand how he feels.

>>2454850
>I'd understand if he was commanding a destroyer or a cruiser but it's a Macross Quarter!
The Quarter's are basically perfectly sized for kicking anythings ass that isn't a Battle class.

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>>2454850
"To be honest, I totally understand how he feels." You sigh. "I can't really picture myself commanding a capital ship like this."

"As well you shouldn't." Dorothea chuckles. "I suppose SMS treats their promotion structure differently."

"I hope you didn't tease him too much about it." You frown.

"Of course not. I'm always professional when I deal with others." Dorothea smiles as she crosses her arms. "Besides, teasing is only reserved for those who have lower rank than you."

"Bet they really taught you a lot about that in your academy." You roll your eyes.

"Of course." Dorothea nods.

However, at that moment, the lift reaches its destination and the doors slide open. When that happens, Dorothea immediately returns to her prim and proper facade, uncrossing her arms and standing straight.

You follow Dorothea into the bridge, where you could see the rest of the bridge crew working dutifully at their consoles. Further down, you could see the stage where Amy usually performed. In fact, you could see she was still there, sitting on the edge and apparently taking a break. She had been singing for a while, after all.

>Stick with Dorothea to get a handle on the situation
>Go over to see how Amy's doing.
>Other

>>2454878
>Stick with Dorothea to get a handle on the situation
Give Amy a thumbs up as we pass by.

>>2454878
>Stick with Dorothea to get a handle on the situation

>>2454878
>Go over to see how Amy's doing.

>>2454878
>Stick with Dorothea to get a handle on the situation

>>2454878
>Go over to see how Amy's doing.

>>2454878
>Stick with Dorothea to get a handle on the situation

I wouldn't be surprised if we hear some more rumours about what the Admiral and us have been doing behind closed doors

>>2454878
>Go over to see how Amy's doing.

>>2454878
>Go over to see how Amy's doing.
A perfect justification to be here

>>2454878
>Go over to see how Amy's doing.

>>2454878
>>Go over to see how Amy's doing.

>>2454878
>>Stick with Dorothea to get a handle on the situation

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>>2454878
You leave Dorothea to coordinate things with her bridge crew while you head over to the stage. Amy takes a deep swig from her water bottle as you sit down next to her.

"Hey, good job with the music." You grin as you ruffle her hair. You half regret it considering how sweaty it was.

"Yeah, well, I'm starting to get the hang of it now." Amy laughs as she bats your hand away. "And after meeting Rin... I guess you can say I'm a bit jealous of her now."

"Oh?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Ah well..." Amy blushes a bit. "It's just that, whenever I'm around her, she just seems so... sure of what she wants. It's as if she's, well, already got everything planned ahead and she knows how to get to where she's going. I wish I could be like that."

>Oh? Is our little Amy finally growing up?
>I dunno, I kinda like how you are right now.
>Sounds like you've got a crush!
>Other

>>2454928
>Oh? Is our little Amy finally growing up?

>>2454928
>Oh? Is our little Amy finally growing up?

>>2454928
>Oh? Is our little Amy finally growing up?

>>2454928
>>I dunno, I kinda like how you are right now.

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>>2454928
>>Oh? Is our little Amy finally growing up?
Do we need to dispense a headpat?

>>2454896
A completely innocent Tea Party...except we're wearing nothing but her hat while she's wearing nothing but our shirt.

>>2454928
>Oh? Is our little Amy finally growing up?

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>>2454928
"Oh?" You grin as you ruffle Amy's sweaty hair again. "Is our little Amy finally growing up?"

"No way!" Amy grunts as she bats your hand away and pouts. "If growing up means being more like you or the Admiral, then I'd prefer to stay a kid forever!"

"Well, that's fine by me, too!" You laugh.

"Also, well..." Amy pauses as she looks at you. "I saw what went down between you and that Ace, and.... well... I'm glad you came out on top this time. That's the last we'll see of her, right?"

>Warn Amy that the Ace might still be out there.
>Nah, it's something she doesn't need to know right now.
>Other

>>2454942
>her hat
>our shirt

Too damn lewd and scandalous!

>>2454959
>Warn Amy that the Ace might still be out there.

She's probably making a mock version of our plane to brood over at this point.

>>2454959
>Warn Amy that the Ace might still be out there.

>>2454959
>Warn Amy that the Ace might still be out there.

>>2454959
>>Warn Amy that the Ace might still be out there.

>>2454959
>Nah, it's something she doesn't need to know right now.
>>2454962
She might even be stowing away on this ship.

>>2454959
>>Warn Amy that the Ace might still be out there.

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>>2454959
"Well, that Ace might still be out there." You warn her. "I mean, I took down the suit, but I'm pretty sure she managed to eject and give us the slip."

"Well, then I guess you can shoot her down again when you meet her." Amy shrugs and then sighs, leaning her head against your shoulder. "You know, I've sorta been thinking, about the concert..."

"Yeah?" You look to her.

"You think me and Rin could do it together?" She asks.

"Where'd this come from all of a sudden?" You blink.

"Well..." Amy goes quiet for a second, as if trying to gather her thoughts. "She seems like such a better idol than me, so, maybe the whole concert thing would be better if she were in it, too."

>If that's what you want.
>Seems a little late for that now.
>You're okay with her stealing your thunder?
>Other

>>2454993
>>You're okay with her stealing your thunder?
>>Other
For what it's worth, you're our star performer. It's good to work together, but the limelight is yours.

>>2454993
>You're okay with her stealing your thunder?

>>2454993
>You're okay with her stealing your thunder?

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>>2454993
>>You're okay with her stealing your thunder?

>>2454993
>You're okay with her stealing your thunder?

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>>2454993
"Are you okay with her stealing your thunder?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Well yea- no." Amy grumbles. "But she seems so much better at this idol thing than I am and I just want this damn concert to run smooth..."

"Well, that means you care about your audience, which says a lot about you." You nod as you wrap an arm around Amy in a one armed hug. "But it's YOUR concert. It's YOUR time to shine."

"I guess you got a point there." Amy agrees, though somewhat reluctantly. "Speaking of the concert, I've been practicing and everything for it, but most of the song list is all that pop shit Karla likes makin' me do..."

"And you want some of your... own music in there?" You raise an eyebrow.

"You think it'll be okay?" Amy wonders.

>Might be too much of a shock for your audience.
>I think they'll love it.
>Other

>>2455015
>>I think they'll love it.
>>Other
It might be a pleasant surprise, show the audience you're not just a bubblegum pop idol.

>>2455015
>I think they'll love it.

>>2455015
>>2455016
This.

>>2455015
>Might be too much of a shock for your audience.

>>2455015
>I think they'll love it.
>Just choose something uplifting

>>2455015
>>I think they'll love it.

Even if you do become a niche idol, niche audiences usually are more enthusiastic compared to regular ones.

>>2455015
>I think they'll love it.

>>2455015
>>Maybe something in-between;Jazz, Rock, etc

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>>2455015
"I think they'll love it." You assure her. "Or, at the very least, you'll find out who will love it."

"Jeez, thanks for the vote of confidence." Amy rolls her eyes. "Still, thanks."

"It's what I do." You nod.

"Anyways, I think after the concert, I won't be doing a lot." Amy mumbles. "So, uh, would you want to like... do something after?"

>We can start fixing up that VF-4 we got.
>I was thinking of putting a pinup on my Valkyrie...
>You want to do something together with the Admiral like last time?
>Other

>>2455033
>>We can start fixing up that VF-4 we got.

>>2455033
>We can start fixing up that VF-4 we got.

>>2455033
>>I was thinking of putting a pinup on my Valkyrie...

>>2455033
>>We can start fixing up that VF-4 we got.

>>2455033
>>You want to do something together with the Admiral like last time?

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>>2455033
>I was thinking of putting a pinup on my Valkyrie...

>>2455033
>We can start fixing up that VF-4 we got.

>>2455041
Could also be all three of us working on that pinup.

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>>2455033
"Well, we can start fixing up that VF-4 that we got." You shrug.

"Oh shit, yeah, I almost forgot about that!" Amy nods. "Not exactly a Monster, but I guess it's pretty cool."

"'Pretty cool?'" You snort. "It's a classic!"

"For flyboys like you, probably." Amy shrugs and then checks her watch. "Ah shit, it's already this late...?"

You check your own watch, too and pause. She was right, that battle seemed to have gone on much longer than you remember. No wonder why you were feeling so fatigued.

>You should head back to your quarters.
>Sleepover with Amy.
>Sleep in with Dorothea.
>Other

>>2455053
>Sleep in with Dorothea.

Hell with it.

>>2455053
>Sleep in with Dorothea.
>>2455050
That we put on the VF-4.

>>2455053
>You should head back to your quarters.
The other options, ewewewew

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>>2455053
>>Sleep in with Dorothea.

Maybe we can find a good reference for a sword she wants! Or for a pinup, I guess.

>>2455053
>You should head back to your quarters.

We need to start putting Babymetal music on for her too. It kinda bridges the two. ish. maybe.

>>2455053
>Sleep in with Dorothea.

>>2455053
>You should head back to your quarters.
I don't think we're advanced far enough with Doro to just sleep in.

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>>2455053
Heh... you get the idea that maybe you could sleep in with Dorothea. After all, you already knew the code to her quarters...

>Better let Dorothea know you're going on ahead.
>Let it be a surprise for her.
>Other

>>2455086
>Let it be a surprise for her.
Naked surprise with flowers and scented candles?

>>2455086
>Other
>Fucking ask permission first

>>2455086
>Better let Dorothea know you're going on ahead.

Time for some secret code phrases. Wink Wink Nudge Nudge Say no more

>>2455086
>>Better let Dorothea know you're going on ahead.

I'm fine with a little teasing hint, or a blunt warning.

>>2455086
>Better let Dorothea know you're going on ahead.

>>2455086
>>2455089
Yep, agreed.

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>>2455086
...

>>2455099
Ummmm well that's a thing for the prim and proper lady.

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>>2455099
Kek

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>>2455099
"Admiral." You say as you walk up to her. "Do you have a moment?"

"Of course." Dorothea turns away from Anna to face you. "What is it?"

You lean in a bit closer to her so nobody can overhear and ask.

"So, you mind if we take a break together?"

"Tea does sound nice." Dorothea nods.

"Well, uh, considering the hour, you think we can grab some sleep? Your quarters are way closer than mine."

"Hm? You mean-" Dorothea locks up when her mind finally catches up to what you're saying, and her face goes as red as her hair.

"Um, Admiral...?" You blink, now a bit worried.

And that's when the Admiral literally swoons. Thankfully you're close enough to catch her, but now you're left holding an unconscious Admiral in the middle of the bridge. Right in front of the entire bridge crew and Amy, who's just staring agape.

>You need to stay calm. You can totally find a way to explain this.
>PANIC.
>Other

>>2455106
>PANIC

Admiral, and us need some rest like RIGHT NOW.

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>>2455106
>>You need to stay calm. You can totally find a way to explain this.

>>2455106
>>You need to stay calm. You can totally find a way to explain this.

Might be foolhardy considering the rumours about our relationship, and everyone is probably assuming we just said something incredibly dirty that we wanted to do to her.

>>2455106
>You need to stay calm. You can totally fi-
>You can't.
>PANIC

>>2455106
>You need to stay calm. You can totally find a way to explain this.

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>>2455106
>You need to stay calm. You can totally find a way to explain this.
It's been a long day and all...

>>2455106
>>You need to stay calm. You can totally find a way to explain this.
>>The airs seem to have afflicted the Admiral.

I completely forget what word was used to describe the "ethers" that caused dainty ladies used to faint was called.

>>2455106
>>You need to stay calm. You can totally find a way to explain this.

>>2455118
I'm pretty sure it was "vapors".

>>2455120
ah, yeah that.

>>2455111
They're probably thinking we said something from a bad porno, or some deviant act.

>>2455106
>Other: Raise our comm link and start spouting off a bunch of black-ops Special Forces lingo and crazy Ivan.

>>2455125
>Crazy Ivan with Dorothea*

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>>2455106
Shit, there had to be some way to explain this. You just had to think, THINK.

"It's been an exhausting day, and I think the Admiral's been running on fumes." You say quickly. "I'm going to take her back to her quarters."

Anna, Lida, and Rachel look at each other uncertainly, by they of all people knew how prone Dorothea was to overworking herself. That personal knowledge of Dorothea was going to work in your favor.

Amy, however, was far less convinced, but she didn't seem to be in the mood to make an issue out of it, as she just shrugs and walks out of the bridge, first.

"Um, well, if you excuse me..." You say as you sweep Dorothea up in a princess carry so you could more efficiently carry her out. "Let's uh, not mention this to anybody else, okay? I'm sure you all don't want to her the Admiral's image."

The bridge crew just nods, and no longer wanting to dally, you quickly make your escape, Dorothea still secure in your arms.

All the while, you heart was pounding faster and harder than it ever did when your life was on the lien against the Red Ace.

>And that's it for tonight! As always, next thread is next week, and don't forget Frontier Knight on Saturday!

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>>2455129
Thanks for the wild ride, Merc!

Can't wait to see the Morning after.

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>>2455129
Seeya next time, boss.

Hoping to see that Red Ace again.

>>2455129
Thanks for running Merc.

>>2455129
Heh, nice save there. Hopefully we didn't break Doro too much there.

Thanks for running, Merc!

Wonder if we will encounter the Red Ace if she's stowing away on the Pacifica?

SEE YOU NEXT DECULTURE!

>>2455129
Thanks for running!

>>2455141
I for one, wonder how red we can get the red ace.

>>2455167
You mean red with blood, right?

>>2455167
>>2455212
Red like all the blood is rushing to her face and her heart goes doki doki like when she nails a heads on high speed deflection shot guns kill.

Or when she tries ice cream for the first time.
Or when people call her beautiful and it has to be explained to her.

>>2455926
>Red like all the blood is rushing to her face
Oh, you mean like when she is slowly suffocating in vacuum. Okay.

>>2455957
>Encountering culture for the first time
>Reacts so strongly she forgets how to breathe

>>2455129
Thanks for the thread!

>>2455133
Can't wait to see what sort of dream she had when she wakes up. Maybe something like wearing a wedding dress, or an idol outfit?

>>2455129
Good run Merc, looking forward to next thread!