>>3844376
>>A burning city.

>>3844376
>>A burning city.

>>3844376
>A burning city.

>>3844376
>>A burning city.

>>3844376
>President Harling and Prime Minister Nikanor...?

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>>3844376
>A bunch of stuffy politicians sitting in a room.

>>3844376
>President Harling and Prime Minister Nikanor...?

>>3844376
>>A burning city.

So who shot down the EDGELORDS in a few seconds thanks to EW?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_1Vb-ymHFPg

>A bunch of stuffy politicians sitting in a room.

I wonder what the city is?

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>>3844427

>>3844406
If Milly keeps up her status as second best, maybe she should get an EW plane to make everyone else's missiles act as QAAMs?

>>3844472
>Reducing the Red Knight to a guidance system
Heretic
The Three Swords need no such petty things as missiles. DAKA is the key to all battle

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>>3844376
You see a city burning in the night, plumes of smoke as high and thick as skyscrapers choking out the sky, turning it into a muddled mess of red and gray.

Flames roar through the cityscape like a tsunami, engulfing buildings, streets, and people. You can see the tiny silhouettes of people against the flames as they tried desperately escape the inferno. Cars choked the streets, abandoned in haste when the roads were blocked. It was a horrible sight.

At first, you had wondered what started the fire, but your curiosity was quickly answered when the camera pans up to the sky. Up above, in the murky smoke, you could see a fleet of bombers. B-52s, you think. Dozens, maybe even a hundred, dropping bombs indiscriminately. Explosions ripple through the city center like blossoming flowers, sundering and shattering buildings and sending flaming debris flying in all directions.

>What the hell were you watching?
>This feels familiar...
>Other

>>3844481
>>This feels familiar...

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>>3844481
>This feels familiar...

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>>3844481
>drop something and it shatters
OSEA SHALL BURN FOR THIS
#REMEMBER

>>3844481
>>This feels familiar...

>>3844481
>This feels familiar...

>>3844481
>>This feels familiar...

>>3844481
>>This feels familiar...

>>3844481
>This feels familiar...

Were our parents here?

>>3844502
Triggered Millie

>>3844481
>This feels familiar...
Man the fight really did cause trauma with nightmares.

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>>3844481
W-wait a minute, it was all coming back to you now. Hoffnung! That was it! That was your hometown! Where you were born! Where-

Where your parents died.

You were too young to actually remember what happened. You were still just a baby back then. But... well, the stories Grandpa told you about it. The old archive footage you saw from the documentaries and shit. From everything you've seen and heard, perhaps it was for the better that you didn't remember any of it.

"You remember, don't you, Milly?" A crotchety, familiar voice croaks to your left. "The pain and humiliation the 'Allied Nations' piled upon us."

You crane your head to the left, and there, slightly obscured in the gloom, was Grandpa himself!

That... that was impossible. Grandpa passed away years ago, you remember now. Was this a dream? A memory? Maybe a little of both?

>Of course, Grandpa.
>Not really...
>[Don't answer]
>Other

>>3844534
>Of course, Grandpa.

>>3844534
>>Of course, Grandpa.

>>3844534
>Of course, Grandpa!
The stain of humiliation stays with us even now! We don't have to have lived through it to understand it

>>3844534
>>Of course, Grandpa.

>>3844534
>[Don't answer]

>>3844534
>Of course, Grandpa.

>>3844534
>>Of course, Grandpa.

>>3844534
>>[Don't answer]

>>3844534
>>Of course, Grandpa.

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>>3844534
"Of course, Grandpa." You respond. "I remember."

"That's my girl!" Grandpa leans forward, his expression as grim as it always was. "And you remember what happened that night, yes?"

"Only what you told me." You reply somewhat warily.

"Good. Good. Refresh my memory, then." Grandpa nods.

"Dad... was manning one of the AA batteries as part of the city defense force." You frown as you try to recall everything. "Mom... Mom went out to look for him when the bombs started falling."

"She was always such a foolish girl." Grandpa sighs.

>You're right.
>Don't talk about Mom like that!
>Other

>>3844571
>>You're right.

>>3844571
>You're right.
She left me.

>>3844571
>Don't talk about Mom like that!

>>3844571
>Don't talk about Mom like that!

Nobody shittalks our mom.

>>3844571
>Don't talk about Mom like that!

>>3844571
>Don't talk about Mom like that!

>>3844571
>>You're right.
Dad should've been already at the AA batteries, so it's not like her finding him would've made a difference. She should've went for the shelter

>>3844571
>Don’t talk about Mom like that!

>>3844589
It sounds like she panicked. Understandable, but bailing on us in whatever shelter we were at was pure autism.

>>3844571
>Don't talk about Mom like that!

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>>3844571
"Don't talk about Mom like that!" You blurt out.

"Oh?" Grandpa leans in even closer. You can smell his alcohol stained breath now. "Interesting that you would presume to know your mother when you never even knew her past a year of age."

"W-well, she must have had a good reason." You mumble. "She... she must have just been worried about Dad-"

"The AA batteries would have been the first targets hit in order to clear the way for the Allied bombers." Grandpa points out grimly. "The chances of my- your father surviving the opening stages of the attack were abysmally low. She would have stood a greater chance of surviving if she had left with us."

He... he had a point there. You couldn't really find any way to rebut it.

"Regardless, how you feel, with the knowledge that you will never see them? That you have never truly known them? That they were stolen from you by honorless pigs?"

>Angry, of course.
>Sad, honestly.
>Other

>>3844619
>Sad, honestly.

>>3844619
>>Sad, honestly.

>>3844619
>Angry, of course.

>>3844619
>>Sad, honestly.

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>>3844619
>Angry, of course.

>>3844619
>Angry, of course.

Gramps you wanna git to the point tho

>>3844619
>>Angry, of course.
Kill every enemy!

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>>3844619
"Angry, of course." You scowl. "They took everything from me. From us."

"Yes. Yes!" Grandpa smiles as he grips you hand. His skin was warm to the touch, rough and calloused like you remember. "Then you remember the words."

"Of course I do, Grandpa." You nod.

"Then remember. Etch these words into your heart. Your very being." Grandpa eyes then glare directly into yours with a burning intensity that equaled the fires that consumed Hoffnung. "Ustio, Osea, Yuktobania... all must burn."

---

Your eyes open a second time, though this time, you're immediately blinded by sunlight shining directly into your face.

"Gah!' You yelp as squint reflexively.

As your vision clears, though, you notice you're in the same hospital room, though now well lit and more clearly visible. You look to your side and see-

>Bandit
>Lara
>Vicky and Misono
>Angela and Alanna
>Other

>>3844649
>>Vicky and Misono

>>3844649
>Bandit

>>3844649
>>Angela and Alanna

>>3844649
>Vicky and Misono

Goddamn gramps. The war was not kind to you.
:(

>>3844649
>Angela and Alanna

>>3844649
>>Vicky and Misono
Best butler and wingmate.

>>3844649
>Angela and Alanna

>>3844649
>Vicky and Misono

>>3844649
>>Vicky and Misono

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>>3844649
"MILLY!" Vicky wails. "You're awake!"

"Hey Vick- GAH!" You yelp as Vicky practically tackles you, knocking you back down on the hospital bed with a tight hug. "What the heck has gotten into you?!"

"You were unconscious for almost two days." Misono explains, much calmer than Vicky as expected. "It seems that battle with the Raven greatly taxed your body."

"Is that so?" You say as you instinctively pat Vicky's head as she hugs you. "I feel fi- AGH!"

That's when the soreness finally hits you. It feels like every single muscle in your body has been torn to shreds likes spaghetti. Every nerve in your body aches and burns like fire.

"That is why you've been confined to the hospital so far." Misono adds. "Even though you're awake, you won't be able to leave without Bandit's permission.:"

>Understandable, I guess.
>That's bullshit!
>Well get him over here, then!
>Other

>>3844680
>Well get him over here, then!

>>3844680
>Well get him over here, then!

>>3844680
>Well get him over here, then!

We can still fight. We just need an exoskeleton or something.

>>3844680
>>Well get him over here, then!
Belkan engineering is built to last.

>>3844680

>Well get him over here, then!

>>3844686

Ja, pure Belkanium!

>>3844687
Only the finest refine metal of Belkanium.

>>3844680
>Understandable, I guess.

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>>3844680
"Well, get him over here, then!" You pout.

"Of course! Right away!" Misono quickly gets up and exits the room, just leaving you and Vicky, who was still hugging you.

>You can let go now...
>This is fine.
>Other

>>3844711
>You can let go now...

>>3844711
>This is fine.

>>3844711
>You can let go now...

>>3844711
>This is fine.

>>3844711
>This is fine.

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>>3844711
Well, it wasn't like you were complaining as you continue to pat Vicky's head to comfort you.

"We were all worried sick about you, you know!" Vicky sniffs indignantly. "Going off and trying to be the hero like that!"

"I was doing what I felt would best protect the squadron. To protect you." You sigh. "I mean, that's what a flight lead is supposed to do, right?"

"You got it the other way around!" Vicky pouts. "It's supposed to be the wingmate who protects their lead!"

"We'll agree to disagree then." You chuckle.

"Jeez." Vicky huffs. "Well, at least it's good to see you back to your normal self."

"What's that supposed to mean?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Well, we were taking turns keeping an eye on you while you were out." Vicky explains,. "When me and Misono were here, you were mumbling in your sleep and sweating a storm. Did... did something happen while you were out?"

>It was nothing.
>Just a nightmare.
>Reliving a memory.
>Other

>>3844749
>Just a nightmare.

>>3844749
>Just a nightmare.
"It was just a nightmare, no big deal..."

>>3844749
>Reliving a memory.

>>3844749
>Reliving a memory.

>>3844749
>Reliving a memory.

Glory to Belka!

>>3844749
>>Reliving a memory

>>3844749
>Just a nightmare.

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>>3844749
"I was just reliving an old memory." You say, simply shrugging it off, though Grandpa's ominous words still ring through your thoughts. "Nothing to worry about."

"Oh, o-okay." Vicky nods. She doesn't look quite convinced, but doesn't say anything further.

At that moment, the door swings open and Misono returns, followed by Bandit, who was looking as cool and collected as ever. Did anything ever make him emotional?

"It looks like you recovered well, Red." Bandit give a simple nod.

"Man, is that all you have you say?" You roll your eyes jokingly. "Not even worried about me at all?"

"He was the most worried, in fact!' Misono giggles.

"If it weren't for Alanna, he probably would've carried you to the hospital himself!" Vicky adds.

Oh jeez, THAT was something you'd rather forget. Getting carried to the hospital by an Ustian like a damsel in distress.

Still, the thought of Bandit doing the the same to you...

>Gross!
>You honestly wouldn't mind...
>Other

>>3844791
>Gross!

>>3844791
>Gross!
Which is worse, being carried by an Ustian or a boy? Hard to decide.

>>3844791
>You honestly wouldn't mind...

>>3844791
>>You honestly wouldn't mind...

>>3844791
>>You honestly wouldn't mind...

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>>3844791
Huh, now that you think about it, you honestly didn't really mind the the thought of being carried to safety by Bandit-

Wait, you need to focus!

"Anyways, Boss, when am I getting out of here?" You ask him.

Bandit is quiet for a second before turning to Vicky and Misono.

"Can you two give us a moment alone, please? I need to speak with her privately."

"What? Why?" Vicky blinks.

"Do not question your superior." Misono tuts as she gently grabs Vicky by the collar and pulls her toward the door. "We will be back later, then!"

Bandit nods as they leave, and waits for a few seconds until the door closes before turning back to you.

"Red, I reviewed all of the radar telemetry as well as your gun camera footage, and I've come to the conclusion that the Raven was being piloted by a human." He says

"What?" You blink. "How do you know?"

"Call it a hunch." Bandit shrugs. "But more importantly, this pilot seemed to be solely focusing on you that entire time. Drones don't do that. They don't hold grudges."

"Huh? You mean I've faced this pilot before?" You blink.

"It's not that hard to figure out." Bandit sighs. "Remember any mysterious aces flying an all black plane that you've repeatedly defeated or chased from the field multiple times?"

And that's when it hits you.

"End?" You frown.

"That's my guess." Bandit nods. "And if we're operating under the assumption that a secret Belkan ultranationalist group is pulling the strings behind the chaos in Usea, it's not that much of a stretch to think that this could be the same pilot."

"Okay, so we shoot them down like we've done before!" You say confidently.

"About that." Bandit looks at you grimly. "I suggest you take take some extended leave. You need to recover and cool off."

>I guess that makes sense...
>Hell no! I'm totally fine!
>Other

>>3844839
>... I'm sorry; can you run that by me again?

>>3844839
>>I guess that makes sense...
Her body IS extremely exhausted and hurt all over, and pilots needs to be in their best shape to fight properly after all.

>>3844839
>I guess that makes sense...

>>3844839
>Hell no! I'm totally fine!

>>3844839
>Hell no! I'm totally fine!
No Bandit, you can't force me into the Beach Episode just like that!

>>3844839
>>I guess that makes sense...
maybe we get contatced by a certain Belkan group while off duty?

>>3844839
This one is nice >>3844844
Then immediately go on the
>Hell no! I'm totally fine!
But we're still forced to do the beach episode

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>3844862
Don't worry I'll roll for you Merc.

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>>3844839
Hm, there's no clear winner here so we'll have to roll it off!

1. Makes sense
2. Totally fine

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>>3844864
"I... I guess that makes sense." You concede.

It's then that you notice Bandit quite visibly raise his eyebrow. That was a level of emotion you rarely see from him.

"What? Did I say something weird?" You frown.

"No, it's just..." Bandit actually chuckles. "I didn't expect you to acquiesce so easily. Normally you'd kick and scream like crazy at the mere thought of being pulled off the flight line."

"Well, maybe feeling like complete shit has something to do with it." You groan as you lean back in your bed. "But that's not all there is to it, is there?"

"It's also a measure to protect you against End. We don't know if that encounter then was premeditate or by accident. If you really are being targeted, that's something we need to account for."

"It'll be a big problem for the squad, huh?" You sigh.

"It'll be a big problem for YOU." Bandit sighs. "This may sound surprising, but you're NOT the best pilot out there."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. I get it." You sigh. "Don't worry, I'll take advantage of my free vacation. Assuming the rest of you can do fine without my glorious skills."

"That's all I ask." Bandit grins. "Someone will bring along the necessary forms shortly, so you won't have to wait long."

"Yeah, yeah, I'll fill it out." You sigh, and then notice Bandit still staring at you. "Yeah? Got something else to say?"

"It's just..." Bandit shakes his head. "Are you feeling all right, Red?"

Goddamn, was he like fucking psychic or something? How was he able to get a read on this stuff all the time?

>It's nothing.
>I saw Grandpa in a dream...
>Other

>>3844866
>I saw Grandpa in a dream...

>>3844866
>>I saw Grandpa in a dream...
Can't remember if Milly's Grandpa was one of those ultranationalists that would probably be driving around in black vans equipped with loudspeakers.

>>3844866
>It's nothing.

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>>3844866
Hmmm, seems like a pretty slow night now so I'll leave the vote open until we start the Saturday session. Hope to see you then!

>>3844866
>>It's nothing.

>>3844866
>>I saw Grandpa in a dream...

>>3844883
See you tomorrow, Merc!

>>3844866
>>I saw Grandpa in a dream...

>>3844881
I was under the impression that he was the type to make Milly a sleeper agent with code phrases.

>>3844866
>>It's nothing
he must not interfere with our re-radicalisation

>>3844921
Grandpa is a proud and patriotic Belkan who did the best he could to raise his granddaughter after escaping the horrors of Osean occupation.

>>3844866
>It's nothing.

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If Milly was ordered to nuke someone would she do it? The answer is yes.

>>3844991
... That is actually quite possible.
Now whether she can live with herself after doing that...

>>3844866
>>I saw Grandpa in a dream...

Odds grandpa has a file on him with "massive civilian death toll" written all over it?

>>3844881
I mean can you really blame the guy? He lost literally everything to Osea. His son, his daughter in law, his home, his city.
I'd hold a hell of a grudge too.

>>3844866
>>It's nothing.

>>3844991
Milly's Neo One Belka is a Knightly order of Peace. Nukes are for hacks. Real freedom fighters drop satellites on the enemy.

>>3845036
Understandable, but I'm more worried about his indoctrination of Milly and what lengths he went about radicalizing her. And if there are others he also radicalized. Those other radicalized kids/people probably won't take it well to realize Milly's managed to de-radicalize herself.

>>3844866
>>It's nothing.

>>3845043
His indoctrination would explain why Millie is such a patriot, and her reason for joining a radical group in the first place. It might be hard wired into Mille's personality, and would be difficult to break.

>>3845050
Well, it is quite fortunate that Vicky is secretly the Ace who's the REAL main character, and skilled enough to stop Milly.

>inb4 it'll be Cipher vs. Pixy all over again

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>>3845042
>Those other radicalized kids/people probably won't take it well to realize Milly's managed to de-radicalize herself.

>implying

>>3845056
Nah. Milly will roll 3 Crits and endgame battle will be Lady Milly and Vicky dogfighting Bandit and Karla over the falling Space Elevator.
Milly will strike a lasting blow for freedom.
No nukes tho. Nukes was the entire problem of the og One Belka. Causing a nuclear holocaust isn't gonna bring the Reich back. That's where Milly's nom genocidal doctrine of attrition comes in.

>>3845056
Vicky I always knew you had what it takes to stop me, just remember the good times.

>>3844866
>I saw Grandpa in a dream...

>>3844866
>>I saw Grandpa in a dream...
Once.

Just once, can we *NOT* hate everyone non-Belkan?

>>3845202
I dunno, Milly suffering some cognitive dissonance might become a thing.

>>3845223
Implying that she hasn't been having cognitive dissonance from the start.

>>3844866
>>It's nothing.

>>3845260
>>3845223
It's because we were princess carried by an Ustian. Our mind can't take it, we should went Belkan stoicism route.

>>3844866
>>It's nothing.

>>3845202
I want to see us actually join the Belkan nationalist group for once...

I am not sure if Merc planned the dream sequence before hand or added it last minute. If the latter, it would be awesome since I and a few other people we talking about dreams and a vacation.

>>3845202
what? We don't hate non belkans. Where did you even get that idea? It's been established she is personally fine with Sapin, for instance I don't know her opinions on the Erusean Question but I imagine she'd be fine with them too out of anti Osean solidarity. The only country she HATES is Osea, and even that might not be extended to random people.

>>3845360
this guy has the right idea tho. We can overthow the crazies and turn it into a standard rebel group instead of COBRA.

>>3845425
How would you de-radicalize an entire COBRA group? Punch them into submission?

>>3845444
Every group has factions. Just gotta latch onto the ones who are smart enough to realise that nuking Osea out of spite wont win our freedom. There are better ways to do that. Like, say, Guerrilla Warfare. Queen Milly will no doubt find a way.

>>3845459
>Just gotta latch onto the ones who are smart enough to realise that nuking Osea out of spite wont win our freedom.
You're assuming that such people still exist in that organization. Groups that take extreme positions only to fail in their goals tend to go "we failed because we weren't extreme enough" and push out anyone with more moderate positions.

>>3845360
There's the little problem that these Belkan nationalists have been trying to KILL MILLY throughout the story! Why would they even listen to someone they've deemed a traitor?

>>3845516
>trying to kill Milly
I mean we are on the opposite side of their war, so...

>>3845565
add this to the fact that the IUN is essentially run by the Oseans, with more than half their forces being Osean...

>>3845572
END and the other robo could be a test? A probe? They always fuck off instead of fighting to the death. Seems more like a recon excercise.

>>3845577
Who knows, we might get approached by END during our vacation...

>>3845583
>beep boop
>conversation protocols initiated. Loading sexual joke module

>>3845577
I thought the drone was END but upgraded since our last encounter.

>>3845592
was it?

>>3845592
Didn't they say that the drone was controlled by a human, who was most likely END

>>3845592
>>3845608
I'm more concerned over how the hell they got their hands on a Raven when the Falken was supposed to be the super conceptual next-gen aircraft.

>>3845593
>>3845608
>>3845610
>"Huh? You mean I've faced this pilot before?" You blink.
>"It's not that hard to figure out." Bandit sighs. "Remember any mysterious aces flying an all black plane that you've repeatedly defeated or chased from the field multiple times?"
>And that's when it hits you.
>"End?" You frown.
Yeah it is an upgraded END. Ultranationalists got Belkan backing so they probably have the blueprints and funding for another next gen.

>>3845616
I wonder if END is like self evolving

>>3845627
No END is human that is learning about us.

>>3845627
>>3845649
Jokes on everyone, END is a Cyborg with brain implants that hook him up to his plane!

>>3845829
Seems normal enough

>>3845829
Why the fuck not. Sure.

>>3845829
End is the prototype for sublimating into the electrosphere.

>>3845856
END is the amalgamated consciousness of our parents slaved to a cyber identity

>>3845829
I swear that there's a joke somewhere about END being in a COFFIN (System).

>>3845887
End is Lancer, having survived being shot down by Tombstone.

>>3845887
That would be interesting

The fact that our grandfather is essentially Reznov makes me happy

>>3844864
>>It's nothing

>>3845991
I'm curious if that was an accurate representation of him or if Dream Grandpa was turning it up to 11.

>>3845991
>Your Grandpa's dead Milly! He died escaping Hoffnung! Now tell us what the fucking numbers mean!

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>>3844866
"It's nothing." You assure Bandit. "Just a bit tired, that's all."

"If you say so." Bandit nods. He doesn't look quite convinced, but he doesn't press the issue further. "Anyways, do you have a mind of where to go?'

Huh, now THAT was something you hadn't really thought about. There were a couple places that immediately came up. You could head home to Dinsmark. Meet up with Uncle and Professor Fleisher and see what they were up to, or something. Would be nice being in Belka again, too.

Then again, it's also been a while since you've seen Amy or Lillian. Maybe you could hook up with them in Ustio or Osea respectively.

Finally, you heard Karla was still over at the Lighthouse helping with the recovery and repair efforts there...

>Go back home to Belka.
>Meet Amy in Ustio
>Meet Lillian in Osea
>Find Karla at the Lighthouse.
>Other

>>3846002
>>Go back home to Belka.

>>3846002
>Meet Lillian in Osea

>>3846002
>Go back home to Belka.

>>3846002
>>Go back home to Belka

>>3845999
I like to Imagine him as an angrier version of the grandpa from The Order

>>3846002
>Go back home to Belka.
Nord Belka, home to cold winters and even colder summers.

>>3846002
>>Find Karla at the Lighthouse.

Maybe we need to talk to our Hero.

>>3846002
>Go back home to Belka.
You know if we can get in good with the Erusean Princess at some point that could be useful.

>>3846002
>>Go back home to Belka.
Glory to Belka! But mostly I'm curious about the grandpa memories and what they can lead to if she goes home.

I might have missed it, but do we even have a last name? I completely missed that if we did.

>>3846032
I'm thinking there's something in gramps' attic/basement.

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>>3846002
"I think I'm gonna head back home to Belka. That'd be nice." You say.

"Understood." Bandit nods as he gets up. "I'll arrange the transport then. You just stay put and rest."

"Do I have to?" You roll your eyes. "I've already been in here for like, two days!'

"So one more shouldn't hurt." Bandit counters.

>Fiiiiine.
>Like I said, I'm totally okay!
>Other

>>3846069
>Fiiiiine.

>>3846069
>>Like I said, I'm totally okay!

>>3846069
>>Fiiiiine.

>>3846069
>Fiiiiine.

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>>3846032
How about a tour of the GLORIOUS BELKAN company that is Gründer Industries?

Try to see if we can get an upgrade package for our plane, or a cool uniform?

>>3846069
>Like I said, I'm totally okay!

>>3846069
>>Fiiiiine.
With the biggest pout possible.

>>3846069
>Fiiiiine.

>>3846069
>>Fiiiiine.
Pouting intensifies!

>>3846069
>>Like I said, I'm totally okay!

>>3846069
>>Fiiiiine.
I wonder what is on tv right now. Another burning city and we enter inception.

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>>3846069
"Fiiiiiine." You pout as you lean back on your bed. "I'll be a good girl, then."

"I'm sure you will." Bandit gives a slight, lighthearted grin. "Get some rest."

Bandit then takes his leave, and with nothing else to do, you pick up the remote and flip the TV on.

Ugh, OBC News. You quickly change the channel to find something more watchable...

---

Unfortunately, your departure from Fort Grays didn't really have much fanfare. Apparently, all the newly arrived IUN squadrons, including the Ravens, were immediately being put to work tracking down the rogue penal fighters. From what you hear, their AWACS was a real slave driver, too. Well, in either case, there wasn't anybody around to bid you farewell as you boarded the military transport assigned to take medical evacuees to Oured.

The flight to Oured, and then the commercial flight to Dinsmark were both equally uneventful. Time seemed to blur as you constantly dipped in and out of consciousness thanks to your G-force induced injuries.

You don't see Grandpa again, though, but his parting words still ring through your head.

Finally, you arrive at Dinsmark International Airport, your feet finally touching some genuine Belkan dirt. It's basically already early morning, so you got the entire day ahead of you. All you'd need to do is call a cab...

>Better stop home first and get yourself cleaned up.
>Go pay Uncle a visit. See if he's learned anything new.
>Head over to see the Professor. You could use his advice right now.
>Other

>>3846138
>Better stop home first and get yourself cleaned up.

>>3846138
>>Better stop home first and get yourself cleaned up.

>>3846138
>Better stop home first and get yourself cleaned up.
Seems obvious. Don't wanna show up looking like a homeless person

>>3846138
>>Head over to see the Professor. You could use his advice right now.

>>3846138
>Better stop home first and get yourself cleaned up.

So what kind of gift should we bring back? Wine? Beer?

>>3846138
>>Head over to see the Professor. You could use his advice right now.

>>3846138
>>Head over to see the Professor. You could use his advice right now.

>>3846138
>>Better stop home first and get yourself cleaned up.
Find some Belkan pride clothes.

>>3846138
>>Better stop home first and get yourself cleaned up.

>>3846138
>>Better stop home first and get yourself cleaned up.

I'm betting there's something in her home for her to find.

>>3846199
Grampa's uniform.

>>3846199
>finds tape
>plays it
>"Your mission, should you choose to accept it..."
I do hope we had the sense to keep our badge with us when we left. Having someone find it that doesn't sympathize would be a pickle.

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>>3846138
Well, when you think about it, you probably looked like a goddamn hobo from the extended flights you've had to endure, so it was probably better to make a quick stop at home first. Get yourself cleaned up and in a fresh change of clothes. You could worry about tracking down Uncle or the Professor later.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>3846216

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>3846216

>>3846216

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>3846216

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>3846216

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>3846216

>>3846234
Well shit

>>3846209
>After the extended leave, Bandit asks Red how was her vacation.
>News reports plays in the background about how a mysterious group of unidentified super-planes have seemingly started the next war by bombing Ustio, Osea, and Yuktobania with nuclear bombs, resulting in all three nations blaming each other for the attacks.
>Red grins and says: "I had a blast."

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>>3846216
You grab a cab ride back to your actual home. Just a rather modest apartment, since you were rarely around anyways. Uncle helped you keep the rent paid and the place kept clean while you were on deployment.

You quickly shuffle in to your apartment, closing the door behind you and getting much, MUCH needed shower. Once you were cleaned up and dressed, you begin doing a quick, cursory inspection of your apartment to make sure everything was in order. Didn't seem like there was anything out of the ordinary. However, when you look at the mail slot, you notice something odd in the pile of mail on the floor.

You kneel down and pick what looks to be... a Grunder Industries business card?

There was no name on it, but a simple contact number.

You felt something in your stomach twist. Were they looking to recruit you? Why now, of all times? Was there some kind of darker agenda behind this?

Grunder Industries was one of the largest weapons manufacturers and R&D firms on the planet. They were pretty big fish in the defense contracting world...

>Call the number.
>Better run this by Uncle first.
>See what the Professor would think of this.
>Other

>>3846253
>Call the number.
Grunder(TM), aviation perfected.

>>3846253
>>Call the number.

>>3846253
>>Call the number
Its time

>>3846253
>Call the number.

>>3846253
>>Call the number.
"Hello, what is the next Belkan conspiracy?"

>>3846253

>Call the number.

A fine, patriotic Corporation.
Time to get the good shit.

>>3846253
>>See what the Professor would think of this.

>>3846253
>Better run this by Uncle first.
They can wait, I'm sure.

>>3846253
>Better run this by Uncle first.

>>3846253
>>Better run this by Uncle first.
They want to play the spook game? let's play the spook game.

>>3846253
>>Better run this by Uncle first.

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>>3846253
More curious than anything, you grab your phone and dial in the number. It rings exactly once before somebody picks up.

"Ah, Milly, I was wondering when you would call." A familiar, regal voice greets you. "Interested in a position at Grunder Industries, then?"

Erwin?! It couldn't be him, could it? He was part of One Belka along with you... and now he's working for Grunder? Or was there more to this?

>It's been a while.
>If this is a prank, it's not funny.
>How are you not dead or in jail.
>[Hang up]
>Other

>>3846253
>>Call the number.

>>3846339
>>How are you not dead or in jail.
Seriously?

>>3846339
>>It's been a while.

>>3846339
>How are you not dead or in jail.

>>3846339
>>It's been a while.

>>3846339
>>If this is a prank, it's not funny.

>>3846339
>How are you not dead or in jail.

>>3846339
>>How are you not dead or in jail.
"Is this a prank, because it is a lot of effort for it."

>>3846339
>It's been a while.

>>3846339
>It's been a while.

>>3846339
>>How are you not dead or in jail.

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>>3846339
Looks like we're a bit tied up so we'll need a runoff vote!

>It's been a while.
>How are you not dead or in jail.

>>3846397
>>How are you not dead or in jail.

>>3846397
>How are you not dead or in jail.

>>3846397
>>It's been a while.

>>3846397
>It's been a while.
Play it cool

>>3846397
>>It's been a while.

>>3846397
>How are you not dead or in jail.

>>3846397
>>It's been a while.
Fine fine, Belkan stoicism is good too.

>>3846397
>>It's been a while

>>3846397
>It's been a while.

>>3846397
>>How are you not dead or in jail.

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>>3846397
"Erwin. It's been a while." You say, trying stay calm. This was... not really expected at all.

"Hah, not surprised that I'm working for a legitimate company?" Erwin chuckles. "Then again, I never imagined you would be part of the Belkan Air Defense Force."

Somehow, you get the feeling he didn't mean that as a compliment.

"There were... developments." You say, glancing at your doors and windows, looking to see if there was anybody prowling outside. "What's this all about?"

"Like I said, due to recent events, Grunder Industries has a few open positions now. We were wondering if you would be interested in joining our company."

"What kind of position?" You narrow your eyes.

"Well, we are in in need of capable test pilots." Erwin explains. "And your record and qualifications so far appear to be impeccable. I can guarantee you that the pay and benefits will be vastly superior to whatever the government can offer you."

What... how were you supposed to answer this? You were at a bit of a loss.

>Sounds interesting.
>I'm not interested.
>I need to think about it.
>What's your game here?
>Other

>>3846461
>>Sounds interesting.

>>3846461
>What's your game here?

>>3846461
>What's your game here?

Drone Millys?

>>3846461
>>What's your game here?
"Belkan conspiracies."

>>3846461
>>What's your game here?
inb4 our pilot data ends up going into Nemo

>>3846461
>Sounds interesting.
Super planes are always fun. Maybe if we play nice they'll give us some experimental stuff

>>3846461
>>I need to think about it.

>>3846461
>What's your game here?

>>3846461
>I need to think about it.
Grunder: Cringe, North Osean, has shareholders
Being a Belkan Nationalist Terrorist: Based, Belkans Only, no shareholders only Patriots.

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>>3846461
"What's your game here?" You growl. "Contacting me out of the blue like this, working for Grunder, you're involved in some kind of plot, aren't you?"

"Those are mighty grave accusations to throw at me, Milly. Especially over the phone." Erwin tuts. "If you want to know more, we'll have to meet in person. How does the cafe across the street from your apartment sound?"

Crap, that means he's already scoped the area around your apartment. Definitely a sign this was all already planned.

>You should go meet him.
>You need to warn Uncle.
>Maybe the Professor would know what to do.
>Other

>>3846504
Grunder literally has the best shit on the market. If they want to finance our Revolution with super tech i say more power to them.
Besides, Belkans need to stick together. What better way than wires from a neural plane interface?

>>3846511
>You need to warn Uncle.

>>3846511
>>You should go meet him.

>>3846511
>You need to warn Uncle.

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>>3846511
>Maybe the Professor would know what to do.

>>3846511
>You should go meet him.

If we take too long he'll suspect we are going to sell him out or bolted. Let's hear him out. Not like he's gonna shoot us in the middle of a crowded cafe.
A win win rlly

>>3846511
>>You need to warn Uncle.

>>3846511
>>You should go meet him.

>>3846511
>You should go meet him.

Don't suppose we have a hidden weapon that we can hide?

>>3846511
>>You should go meet him.

>>3846511
>You need to warn Uncle.

>>3846511
>You need to warn Uncle.

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>>3846521
>>3846518
>>3846513

>warn the guy who will be explicitly opposed to Milly having any further interaction with Grunder

Do you guys actually want to blow our Golden Opportunity to embrace Queen Milly? And not just blow it, but piss them off?

>>3846540
exactly, it seems like a decent portion of the thread doesnt want to fulfill our destiny

>>3846511
>>You should go meet him.

>>3846540
I want us to not turn our back on our new family by going back to what we were rescued from in the first place.

>>3846550
are they really family if they are osean dogs