Inb4 Ghost

“CHEATING WHORES!” you roar, as you dive for the ball- a largely wasted effort that gains you nothing but a face full of sand. Merlin looks up, briefly, from her spot under an umbrella, where she's engrossed in a popular mechanics. Again. Slider and Maverick's laughter follow you down.

“Awwww” Maverick taunts from the other side of the net. “Magic no fair?” Slider, laughing, merely sticks her tongue out at you. “your serve!” she yells, hi-fiving maverick.

Your serve- high and arcing- is an easy target for Slider, who laughingly moves to intercept it. “HAHA! I wouldn't have even needed magic for this one!” she says, eyeing the high, almost ballistic arc the it's taken.

A split second later she dives away from the incoming volleyball, now encumbered by a layer of ice several inches thick.

“HA!” you crow, pointing. “SERVES YA RIGHT!” She glares at you as she attempts to brush the sand off herself, with moderate success. You gave up trying long ago, knowing full well that sunscreen tends to make sand stick to skin far better. That and trying to brush it off means it'll inevitably end up in inconvenient places.

“All's fair” you hear Ice say from behind you in a singsong voice.

(2/3)

Fuck yeah

Ice had been the one to suggest volleyball, oddly enough, and your first game, you'd teamed up with maverick, winning 10-7. You'd grimaced when Mav and Slider had partnered up, leaving you with Ice, but she's proven surprisingly adept, and so far, you've been able to keep it tied up, for the most part. And when Mav and Slider started pulling out their glittery bullshit, Ice responded in kind.

Maybe she's not so bad after all.

Those last two points have made it 8-8, and it's their serve. How do you want to play this?

[] Hang back a bit, in case of long shots- Mav's serving, and she always puts a lot into it.
[] Up front! Slider can react far faster than you can, but you're a lot bigger, and that counts for something, right?

inb4 panzer

>>20776421
>...and you're a lot bigger...
hue

>>20776409
How would that even

>>20776421
Hang back

[X] Hang back a bit, in case of long shots- Mav's serving, and she always puts a lot into it.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING

>>20776421

[x] Hang back a bit, in case of long shots- Mav's serving, and she always puts a lot into it.

We may be bigger than Slider, but if she puts a little magic in her jumps, she might just be able to o'ertop us.

>>20776498

BECAUSE SHE'S A CHEATING WHOOOOOOOOORE

>>20776421
Hang back. Slider's fast, and they've been sparkle-y, which means she can get much more ooomph than we can, even though we're bigger. No need to get over-confident.

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[x] Up front! Slider can react far faster than you can, but you're a lot bigger, and that counts for something, right?

It occurs to you that, with the three of them pulling out the sparkly bullshit, you're at a distinct disadvantage at the net. Slider, especially, is known to be able to crank her reflexes to 11- not exactly something you can compete with.

But none of the three of them can enhance their strength- at least, none of them have ever done it before. Your mom once told you things like that run down family lines, it's not like magic in D&D or whatever- you can't learn new tricks.

Or something along those lines, you weren't really paying attention, at the time. Atari, man. The bane of your education.

You drop back, nodding to Ice, who moves up to the net. She's not going to be as fast as Slider either, but she's going to be closer, which counts.

Mav's serve is, as per her usual, long, arching high over the net and Ice. It's also a laughingly easy target- if Ice was on the other team, you'd be staying well clear of the damn thing. But she's not, so you're not sure of her game, here.

You return it easily enough, lofting it into Slider, who pops it back up long enough for mav to volley it back over the net.

The back-and-forth up front continues for a little while, till finally Slider manages to spike it straight past Ice and into the sand.

9-8, their favor, your serve.

[] Longball!
[] short-ranged!
[] Fuck it. Let Ice handle it, you'll go to the net.

[] short-ranged!

>>20776714
>[x] Up front! Slider can react far...
I, uh, think you copied the wrong action there, Ghost.

Anyway
>[] short-ranged!

Sorry, I fucked up. you did hang back, I just copy-pasted the wrong thing.

>>20776714
>[] short-ranged!
Spike it

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>>20776399

>Goddamnit, forgot what time it was

[X] Short-ranged!

Plus music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ABavfazPTjo

>>20776714

[x] Longball

Keep it out of the superreflexes lady's range

[X] Longball!

I STILL DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING

>>20776854
If it's any comfort, I never do.

I'm still undecided whether we should put in a good word for Chopper with Ice. He seems to like her.

If they hooked up, would Ice thank us or do her best to get us busted? She is our CO.

>>20776892

I don't think any word we put in favor of anyone to Ice will count as 'good', considering she kind of hates our guts.

[x] Fuck it. Let Ice handle it, you'll go to the net.

[x] short-ranged!

We fly a fast mover. Our ball is also a fast mover.

[x] short-ranged!

This is a bad, bad situation. You'll NEVER hear the end of this if they beat you. Not till the world stops and time crumbles to dust and the stars go out and you're all long dead legends of a long dead carbon-based species that, ages ago converted themselves to 80 mile tall battle robots to fight clones in mechs...

or something. Your mind went to a weird place, there.

Your serve is short, coming in far to the left of Slider. Of course, she's able to return it, though you see her shaking out her arms afterwards- even without the ice on it, those things can get some good speed going, she'll probably have a bruise.

You can't bring yourself to care. Cheaters get what they deserve.

The return is long, and you bounce it forward to Ice- who drives it right over slider just far enough in front of Maverick that her last-second dive misses.

“ACK! THERE'S SAND EVERYWHERE” Mav moans, standing up. “EEEEEVRYWHERE!”

it occurs to you that falling over laughing would probably get you a swift kick to the ribs under normal circumstances. Thankfully, these aren't normal circumstances.

[] Stick to the plan! You'll stay in the backfield.
[] Switch it up!

>1989
Holy crap, what's going on in the near past?
>territories declaring independence from Belka
>Belka's economy is shot
Oh. That's about it.
Well, Osea's about to do some serious rearming. Let's go join them.

>>20776714
Dammit GhostDivision, why you run Strike Witches: Top Gun at 8am in the morning?

AND WHY YOU TEASE ME WITH BEACH VOLLEYBALL ASSHOLE?

[x] Stick to the plan! You'll stay in the backfield.

[] Stick to the plan! You'll stay in the backfield.

>>20777090

[x] Stick to the plan!

Her arms have to be stinging now!

>>20777090
STICK TO THE PLAN

>>20777090
I desperately want to make a "sand in your vagina" comment or something, but it's 1987.


Stick to the plan!

>>20777090
It worked once, let's try it again! Pound Slider! Pound her hard!

>Catchpa: necessary sculem
Of course, catchpa, it IS necessary

[] Switch it up!
keep them on their toes

>>20776997

I think it's more that Ice sees us as a loose cannon and doesn't trust us. Considering we decided to dial it back a little to avoid scaring another RIO off, we can mend fences with Ice given a little time.

We don't have to like Ice or vice versa, but nothing says there can't eventually be mutual respect.

>>20777090

[X] Stick to the plan! You'll stay in the backfield.

[X] Stick to the plan! You'll stay in the backfield.

The plan is to make shit up as we go along.

>effective weenghi
This captcha is auspicious.

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[x] Stick to the plan! You'll stay in the backfield.

You take a second to compose yourself, though small bouts of laughter occasionally still escape your steely self-control.

You kind of almost wish Merlin hadn't been here, just so you could have made a joke when Mav started wailing about the sand being everywhere.

Because, really, EVERYWHERE? Too good a shot to have to waste.

Mav is either struggling with the sand, or she's trying to copy you- her serve is short, though more centered than yours, and Ice is easily able to counter. Ice and Slider trade, back and forth, with mav staying mostly out of it.

It's on a short volley you see your chance. Ice is out of place, far to the other side of the field, and Slider's sent it up as a drive, not quite a spike, but on a pretty flat arch.

It's also directly in front of you.

Sprinting, you're able to intercept it, popping it back into the air long enough that Ice is able to drive it into the sand just barely out of Slider's reach. 10-9, your game.

“HAHA! SUCK IT!” You yell, giving Ice a hi-five.

“Oh, like there's enough to su...” Mav says, before being interrupted by something short, flies into her ribs, making a high-pitched squealing noise the entire time.

“Oh. hey Frank, your family's here!” Merlin adds, helpfully.

“gee, thanks Merlin”

[] Mom! Dad! I thought you guys were coming in later!
[] You brought Jessica? Oh, oh god. Oh god, no.
[] Other (write-in)

[x] Other (write-in)

>Who are our parents again?

[x] You brought Jessica? Oh, oh god. Oh god, no.

[x] You brought Jessica? Oh, oh god. Oh god, no.

>>20777463
[] You brought Jessica? Oh, oh god. Oh god, no.

>>20777463

[X] Mom! Dad! I thought you guys were coming in later!

Followed by:

[X] You brought Jessica? Oh, oh god. Oh god, no.

>>20777463
>[] Mom! Dad! I thought you guys were coming in later!

[X] You brought Jessica? Oh, oh god. Oh god, no.

Let the imouto wars begin.

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[x] You brought Jessica? Oh, oh god. Oh god, no.

You look, briefly, at the struggling form of your squadronmate and friend thrashing, vainly, on the ground, with your little sister perched right in the small of her back, laughing like a maniac with a meat cleaver. Well, actually, knowing your Jessica, it'd be an ice pick, but still.

You turn, seeing your mom and dad for the first time in nearly six months. “Mom! Dad! You... you guys brought Jessica? Patty's never, ever going to forgive me” you say, hugging your mom and firing your dad a crisp salute.

“Don't salute me! Christ, I work for a damn living, UNLIKE MY SONS” he laughs, shaking your hand. “good to see you, boy. How've you been?”

[] Eh, can't complain
[] Life is good!
[] … can you please retrieve my sister before she does something to further scar my friend?

>>20777463
[x] You brought Jessica? Oh, oh god. Oh god, no.
Also, you're using a lot of commas. Might want to look at that.

[x] Life is good
[x] But can you please retrieve my sister before she does something to further scar my friend?

Has the MC treated Merlin to something for her performance in the first mission yet?

>>20777691
[] Life is good!
[] … can you please retrieve my sister before she does something to further scar my friend?

>>20777691
[x] Life is good!

[x] Life is good!
My job is flying fighters and being surrounded by pantsless women at all times.


>object haaarym
OHBOY HERE WE GO

[X] Life is good!
[X] … can you please retrieve my sister before she does something to further scar my friend?

NOT THAT KIND OF IMOUTO WARS :<

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[x] Life is good!
[x] … can you please retrieve my sister before she does something to further scar my friend?

“Hell, Dad” you say with a laugh of your own. “I get to fly the hottest piece of military gear the navy has, and I do it alongside pants-less females. What's not to love?” Your father laughs uproariously at this, while your mother looks over disapprovingly.

“uh... speaking of which, I don't suppose you can retrieve my sister before she mentally scars patty. Well, more than she already has, I mean”

“oh” your dad says, still chuckling. “yeah. Yeah. JESSICA! YOU NEED TO SAY HI TO YOUR BROTHER!”

you have an instant of terror to process what just happened, as her head swings around and her eyes lock on you.

It's like hearing the radar warning receiver screaming a lock alert into your headset. It's spine-chilling.

[] Brace for impact!
[] FLEE!

[x] can't complain
Play it down for now, only to release it in an explosion later

>>20777893
BRACE FOR IT!!

[] FLEE!
ABORT ABORT ABORT

>>20777893
[x] Brace for impact!

[x] Brace for impact!

>>20777893
>[x] Brace for impact!

>>20777893
All hands on deck, brace for impact?

[X] Brace for impact!

There is no escaping a motivated sister. We will just have to hope that our frame can survive the impact.

>>20777893

[x] Brace for impact!

WE'RE OUT OF COUNTERMEASURES!

WE'RE GONNA GET HIT!

>>20777893
[x] Brace for impact!

Also, wait, shit, our Dad's a Marine gunnery sergeant? Our brother's Army. What was our Mom again?
Our family is a joint strike force by itself.

>>20778014
Wasn't Mom a Navy Witch?

>>20777893
GO EVASIVE

>>20777893
>[] Brace for impact!

Also:
><GhostDivision> crap. being shanghaied. brb

>>20778086

Shush, you.

><GhostDivision> clear
><GhostDivision> and free

>>20778014

Mom was a Navy Witch, IIRC. Judging from Dad's laugh, he probably met Mom while she was flying around in her panties.

>>20777893

[X] Brace for impact!

>>20778190
NEVER

It doesn't hurt to inform people of updates, as Ghost couldn't.

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[x] Brace for impact!

The one advantage you have, here, isn't physical. It's mental. You know your sister, hell, you taught her just about every trick she has!

What you didn't do was teach her every trick YOU have.

You shift your feet just slightly, bending your knees just a little bit. Your sister, up and running at this point, launches herself into the air, twisting herself into a flying, cross body tackle.

It's actually easier to counter than a straight-on tackle, and you're able to catch her without too much trouble. She looks up at you. “hi, Bro!” she says cheerily.

You dump her unceremoniously on the sand. “Hi, Jess.”

“OH GOD, SAND!” Maverick wails from behind you.

“so, Volleyball, huh?” Your mom says, gazing at the court. “Hmm. You should have brought more of your pilot friends. Or maybe some Marines.”

“Mom!” you say, trying to sound properly outraged and scandalized. “Marines?”

“What you got against the corps, boy?” Your dad growls. “Your sister's thinking of doing her term with them!”

“hornets are cool!” Jessica adds helpfully.

[] H...HORNETS!? NOT IN THIS FAMILY!
[] Here, Jessica, lemme introduce you to my Squadron leader and her wing mate. They use hornets sometimes.

>>20777893
[X] Brace for impact!

The trick for little kids running and jumping on you is to catch them and deal with any extra momentum by converting it into rotational momentum. It both keeps you on your feet and disorients them.

>>20778253
[x] Here, Jessica, lemme introduce you to my Squadron leader and her wing mate. They use hornets sometimes.
sorry dad but pilot stuff, y'know

>>20778253
>[] Here, Jessica, lemme introduce you to my Squadron leader and her wing mate. They use hornets sometimes.
This is a trick, right?

>>20778253
[X] Here, Jessica, lemme introduce you to my Squadron leader and her wing mate. They use hornets sometimes.

Maybe they'll scare her off the idea.

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>>20778253
[x] H...HORNETS!? NOT IN THIS FAMILY!

The Tomcat is where its at.

[x] Here, Jessica, lemme introduce you to my Squadron leader and her wing mate. They use hornets sometimes.

>>20778253
[x] Here, Jessica, lemme introduce you to my Squadron leader and her wing mate. They use hornets sometimes.

Us: Navy
Mom: Navy
Dad: Marines
Big Bro: Army
Jess: maybe Marines
Do we have an Air Force somewhere in here?

>>20778253

[X] Here, Jessica, lemme introduce you to my Squadron leader and her wing mate. They use Hornets sometimes.

As funny as the first option would be, we're still in the dog house with Ice; I'd rather not spoil the "teamwork" vibes we built with her playing volleyball. Plus I'd like to know more about Slider later on.

>>20778253
[X] Here, Jessica, lemme introduce you to my Squadron leader and her wing mate. They use hornets sometimes.

It's a solid reliable plane. Not my favorite, not the fastest or anything but it can take on a good number of roles, performs well, it's easy to repair and it doesn't break down often.

>>20778253
>[x] Here, Jessica, lemme introduce you to my Squadron leader and her wing mate. They use hornets sometimes.

Hue hue hue

[] H...HORNETS!? NOT IN THIS FAMILY!

>>20778328
>Chair Force
nope.jpg.tiff.avi.mp3.xcf.bat.cab.mov

>>20778333
It's Teamwork - She's taking one for the team!

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[x] Here, Jessica, lemme introduce you to my Squadron leader and her wing mate. They use hornets sometimes.

“hornets, huh? Yeah, you'd probably have to join Uncle Sam's misguided children for those. Oh, hang on a sec, lemme introduce some people.” You say, getting a wicked grin. “here, Jessica, this is my CO, Lieutenant commander Tabitha Kazanski, Callsign Ice, and Lieutenant junior grade Rachel 'Slider' Kerner. The two of them use hornets. Sometimes. Ice, Slider, this is my little sister. Jessica Bishop. Y'all play nice, now”

Jessica, without missing a beat, launches into an unending barrage of questions, mostly about striker flight in general and the hornet specifically. Ice and Slider look like they'd like to run, but they don't really have anywhere to go, do they?

It was a perfect ambush, through and through.

“that was kind of mean” your father says, with a slight chuckle.

“that was very mean” Merlin says, nodding.

“So!” you say, turning your back on your doomed comrades. “You guys hungry? I know a pretty good place close to here, if you've got wheels”

[] Burger joint down by the beach in town!
[] that one Chinese place!

>>20778450
>[] Burger joint down by the beach in town!
Let's go for something simple.

[x] that one Chinese place!

I didn't see it as mean.

>>20778450
[X] Burger joint down by the beach in town!

Let's get Merlin a burger. A burger the size of her head. And the largest milkshake they have.

>>20778450
[X] Burger joint down by the beach in town!

>not eating delicious burgers
>any year

Chinese is nice and all, but godDAMN.

>veTHel Mean,
Captcha seems to concur with Mr. Bishop.

[] Burger joint down by the beach in town!
Wooo burgers

>>20778488
The way I see it, good chinese is rarer than good burger places.

>>20778500
True, but the burger place is by the beach. So we can get outside seating and watch the ocean while eating burgers.

>>20778450

[X] Burger joint down by the beach in town!

>>20778487

Seconding treating Merlin; she's done good. Maybe get her a sundae if the place has them.

>>20778450
>San Diego
>Not mexican food
The fuck are you doing? And I don't mean Taco Bell. I want to see some goddamn tortilla soup.

>>20778513
it might be a bit much assuming she'd want hamburgers. I thought about adding a thing asking where she'd want to go but couldn't think of a way to do put it.

>>20778500

I've found exactly three chinese places I'd ever call 'good', and I'd only ever consider taking one of those over delicious burgers.

Also, we don't actually know the chinese place is good.

>>20778450
[x] Burger joint down by the beach in town!

Though this guy >>20778529 has a point.

>>20778450
[x] that one Chinese place!

>>20778529
Seriously. San Diego has some ballin' Mexican Food, and it's almost always at the family-run small business places. Juanitas Carnitas has some of the best carnitas I've had. Joses Burritos. Jeez man. Make shit up.

>>20778450
[] that one Chinese place!/MEXICAN

Unless HAMBAGA leads to random encounter with annoying Italians.

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>>20778450
Super Tomcats (even though the Tomcat is still inferior to the Hornet, sorry about your old plane)

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[x] Burger joint down by the beach in town!

Your dad laughs. “Hell yeah I'm hungry. What have ya got?”

“oh, man, dad. I got just the place.”

You toss a look back over your shoulder at ice and slider edging apart from each other, trying to split up and let one get away. Jessica, for her part, has latched onto Ice and isn't letting go, following her as she tries to gain some separation and make a run for it.

“Hey Jess! Ya hungry?” You yell. “I'm buying!”

“can Tabby come with?” She asks. “Pleeeeeeeassssse?”

“Jessica. The puppy-dog eyes don't work on me. Also: does she WANT to come?” you say, with mock seriousness.

“Do ya? Doyadoyadoyadoyadoyadoya?” you hear your sister say.

“I... uh... I... I guess?” Ice says.

“Yay!” Your sister grabs her by the wrist. “She said yes!”

The burger joint is run by a huge former Navy-turned-biker guy who tells everyone who meets him to call him 'Santa'. Rumors hold he's a highly decorated multi-ace with some ungodly number of kills in the F-8 Crusader, but he's never confirmed or denied them, and his wife just smiles whenever anyone asks.

You're in good with them mostly because you eat there almost constantly, and because one time you snuck Santa up for a ride in a 14 while your carrier was docked up. He seemed suitably impressed at the time.

“Fronk! The usual?” He yells as you enter the doors.

“Santa! Yeah, for me. Got some guests though!”

He laughs. “I see! Family?”

You nod. “yessir! And my RIO and my CO”

[] Booth in the corner!
[] One of the patio tables!

>>20778683
>Burgers
you will suffer

>>20778683
>[] One of the patio tables!
Of course we're going outside.

>>20778698
Cry more!

>>20778683
>[] Booth in the corner!
Booths are superior

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>>20778683
>F-8 crusader

[x] One of the patio tables!

>>20778683
>[] One of the patio tables!
patios are nice

>>20778683
[X] One of the patio tables!

>>20778683
[X] One of the patio tables!

It's a nice day out, we may as well capitalize on that. Make sure Merlin gets the biggest best milkshake there is, she deserves it.

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>>20778711
Well then, it's decided.

>Patio Table!

>>20778683
[x] One of the patio tables!
Can't look out for airplanes from the booth.

>>20778683

[X] One of the patio tables!

It's a nice day out. Biggest milkshake Santa has for Merlin!

>>20778727
>>20778744
Assuming things is never a good idea this early; she might not like them for all we know.

>>20778763

If she doesn't, we'll get her some cookies or something. It's the thought that counts.

>>20778763
Than we'll drink it for her and share it with our sister. All while making loud appreciative noises. We'll obviously find a different treat to get her if that happens.

But really, who dislikes milkshakes?

I bet you guys think Taco Bell is the best mexican food ever.

>>20778802
Oh, stop being butt-hurt, man.

>>20778802
It is in Connecticut, which I was still on the west coast...

>>20778822
>which
God dammit I mean wish.

>>20778802
Of course I don't. I've had some damn good breakfast burritos and I adore Tex-Mex food. I enjoy burrito's the size of a baby absolutely covered in guac, salsa, cheese and beans.

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>>20778683
I eat Ensigns for Breakfast!

>Patio table, so you can PUNCH THE SHIT OUT OF SEAGULLS.

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[x] One of the patio tables!

“Santa! We're gonna go eat out on the patio!” You yell, climbing up the set of stairs in the back that lead to the second story balcony tables. All the outdoor tables around here are 'patio' tables- but that's never seemed to be a problem before, Santa seems to be unerringly be able to deliver the correct meal to the correct table every time.

You pass the time amicably enough, making small talk and trying to keep your sister from driving your CO utterly insane. Your dad and mom just got home about a week ago, they were visiting your brothers over in Europe, and stopped in to spend some time with your grandma on the way back.
“How's grandma doing, anyway?” you ask. Your dad shrugs. “she's getting on, alright. You know it's been pretty rough since your granddaddy died.” You nod, at that.

“yeah. Hey! She still make those pancakes?”

Jessica grins. “yeeeeep. And I got a whole plate to myself!” You glare at her with undisguised envy. “I hate you so much, right now” you growl. “so, so much”

“Fronk!” Santa interrupts you before you can go on with horrific death threats. “You behave, boy, or you go on the bad kid's list! What'll y'all have?”

(1/2)

Your dad orders the house special- “eight tiny reindeer” which is a burger about the size of your jet, with room leftover for the rest of the carrier's air wing to boot. Merlin and Jessica both order the smaller bacon cheeseburger, and Jessica adds a milkshake.

“hey Merlin” you say. “Pick out a desert. I still owe you for Monday morning”

“any of them?” she asks, awed. Santa looks over in shock at you.

You nod, knowing full well what you're doing. “any of them.”

“I want... hey, what's this 'ultra chocolate' cake?”

You feel the blood drain from your face. Oh, god.

Santa's gone about as white as his beard too. “Fronk, 'mboy, you may have bargained for more than you can handle!”

[] just make it happen, Santa.
[] On second thought....

(2/2)

>>20778987
[x] just make it happen, Santa.

>>20778987
[X] just make it happen, Santa.

Anything for our RIO, anything at all. She wants 'ultra chocolate' cake she gets it, we'll even put whipped cream on top.

>>20778987
[x] just make it happen, Santa.

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>>20778987
>[x] just make it happen, Santa

We keep our word.

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>>20778987

[X] Just make it happen, Santa.

Our moe-blob RIO wants cake, so she gets cake. If Merlin ends up with a stomachache, we'll take care of her.

[] just make it happen, Santa.
Christmas comes early this year, HOHOHOHUEHUE

>>20778987
Make it so! Anything for the MOST AWESOMEST OF RIO's!!

Just caught up with thread, great story so far.

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>>20778987
[X] just make it happen, Santa.

NEVER COMPROMISE

[X] Just make it happen, Santa.

It's what she wants.

>Pancakes
>Grandma

would her name be lynette by chance?

>>20778977
go [x] Just make it happen, Santa.
Go full black, you must.

>>20778987
>[] just make it happen, Santa.
Just warn Merlin not to get herself sick.

>>20779081
That doesn't really make sense, though. Unless witch family names are matrilineal.

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[x] just make it happen, Santa.

“J...Just make it happen, Santa” you say.

He nods. “what about you, lass?” He says, looking at Ice. “I... just water”

“Nope! You're too skinny for that!” He says jovially. “Try again!”

“Uh...” Ice seems to be at a loss. “Then... uh...” she looks at you. “Got any suggestions? You seem to eat here a lot, Lieutenant”

“Ayep. Santa, bring my skinny CO a sharkbait”

Santa grins. “Fronk, 'mboy, you're still a good kid. Be about fifteen minutes”

“Also, ma'am, we're off duty. You can call me Fronk. Or Frank. At least use my callsign like we do with everyone else all the time”

“HEY!” Jessica yells. “what is your callsign anyway? Is it something badass? Like, Ripper or Mangler or Reaper or Tiger or Lion or something? I bet it isn't it? What is it? Whatisitwhatisitwhatisit”

“Good god, Jess. How much coffee did you have?”

“'bout four cups this morning before we got on the plane. Then another two when we got here”

“christ”

“Or Mongol or Vandal or Violator or... wait, no, that last one is kinda nasty or Wolf or Dragon or Ender or”

She'll go on like this till you tell her, you know.

[] tell her!
[] let her go till one of the parents yells at her!

>>20779198
[x] tell her!

>>20779198
>[x] tell her!
We are nothing if not good onii-chan

[x] tell her!

She'll find sooner or later

>>20779198
[X] tell her!

>>20779198

[X] Tell her!

I wanna know.

Tell her

>>20779198
[X] tell her!
We are... Witch hunter No wait, Robin's in WW2.

>>20779198
Let her guess, it'll be funny

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[x] tell her!

“Warhound” You say. The other one -”broomdog” is pretty much reserved for the pilots that hate you, which is just as well. You hate it, and them, too.

“Neat! How'd you get it?”

“because” Ice says, quietly. “He's like a starving warhound. Give him a target, and he's going to go after it full-bore. Sometimes regardless of what anyone else wants.”

Your dad smiles at that. “That's my boy!” he says. Your mom, on the other hand, looks worried.

“That's not always the safest way to fly” she says. “You ought to ask your grandmother about the pilots she knew during the war who did that. Or the ones I knew, for that matter.”

“ah, it's ok mom.” you say with a shrug. “It's not like there's a war on anywa..”

“Presents!” Santa yells, ascending the stairs behind you with two huger trays of food. His wife, behind him, has a slice of the near-legendary “ultra chocolate” cake. You don't know what's in it, or how it's made, but the stuff is like... it's like someone took the concept of delicious, and gave it form.

Your own burger, a scaled-down 'monsterbacon' burger, is probably the best 'human-scale' thing he makes here.

(1/2)

“So how's Jake? And Rex, I haven't heard from him in a while” you say around a mouthful of burger.

“Jake's fine, loving the country” your mom says. “Rex says he hates England, but he loves what he's doing”

“”Rex is my one true son” Your dad says with false dispair. “And he's airforce!”

“Dad, Rex is a PJ. That hardly counts as airforce” you point out. “Shit, their pipeline is called 'superman school' for chrissakes”

“Coulda been a recon marine. But no! None of my sons wanted to continue a proud tradition! Your granddaddy was a raider!”

“uh-huh. And grandmomma was a witch. And mom's mom was a WASP. And Mom's Dad was a Pilot. We've got more of a tradition in the air, you know”

“If god wanted man to fly, he'da given us wings!”

“He wanted witches to fly! And he gave them brooms!”

your folks drive you nuts, sometimes.

[] Engage Ice! Bring her into the conversation!
[] Make merlin be social! These are your family! She's practically one of them anyway!
[] Eat burger, enjoy burger.
[] antagonize little sister.

>>20779554
>[] antagonize little sister(s).
As a big brother, this is only valid option

>>20779554
>[] Engage Ice! Bring her into the conversation!
[] Make merlin be social! These are your family! She's practically one of them anyway!

[x] Make merlin be social! These are your family! She's practically one of them anyway!

Hopefully this won't disrupt her experience with the cake.

>>20779554

[X] Make merlin be social! These are your family! She's practically one of them anyway!

Gotta keep encouraging our RIO to come out of her shell. Follow it up with:

[X] Engage Ice! Bring her into the conversation!

I'm curious as to what "sharkbait" is.

>>20779554
>[] Engage Ice! Bring her into the conversation!
>[] Make merlin be social! These are your family! She's practically one of them anyway!

Warn Merlin not to get sick from eating too much cake. No point in enjoying awesome cake only to throw it up.

>>20779586
"Hey Merlin, what do you thi-"
"mff?"

>her face when the entire table looks at her after she faceplanted into the chocolate cake to get it in her belly faster.

>>20779554
[X] Make merlin be social! These are your family! She's practically one of them anyway!

And steal a bite of her cake.

>>20779554
[] Engage Ice! Bring her into the conversation!
>And Mom's Dad was a Pilot.
>Pilot
>P
oh god no

>>20779623
Is this even continuous with SWQ? I haven't seen any mention of Martians at all. I kinda figured it was alternate-alternate-history.

>>20779554
[x] Engage Ice! Bring her into the conversation!

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I imagine Merlin's cake looks something like this. If you've never had it, I feel sorry for you.

It's not a cake; it's a religious experience.

[X] Engage Ice! Bring her into the conversation!
How old is Ice? She isn't by chance our Tsundere CO is she?

>>20779643
It's not, considering that the war in SWQ could go just about any direction.

>>20779554
>[] Engage Ice! Bring her into the conversation!
>[] Make merlin be social! These are your family! She's practically one of them anyway!
Both, if possible. Merlin, if I must choose one. Maybe antagonize little sister by showing how Merlin is a better little sister.

>>20779554
[] Make merlin be social! These are your family! She's practically one of them anyway!
Cause I like the adawable Merlin!

>>20779554
[x] Engage Ice! Bring her into the conversation!
[x] Make merlin be social! These are your family! She's practically one of them anyway!
Make the witches be sociable.

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[x] Engage Ice! Bring her into the conversation!
[x] Make merlin be social! These are your family! She's practically one of them anyway!

“I didn't know you had a military tradition like that” Ice says, putting down her burger.

“It stretches back farther than that, but all anyone really seems to care about is the '40s...” your mom says. Your dad grunts. “can ya blame 'em? Hell, that war changed just about everything”

“My family's the same” Ice says. “Dad was a pilot. Mom was a witch.”

“what did you say your last name was?” You mother asks

“Kazanski, ma'am” Ice says, softly

“Oh my god. You're Bill's kid!” Your mom says, her eyes going wide in shock. “I flew with him! I was there when... god!”

“Y...You knew my dad?”

“I flew with him, off the Oriskany. Phantoms, back then.” she shakes her head. “He was a hell of a pilot. Hell of a pilot.”

Well. This conversation has gone to a dark place. That ain't what you need right now. “merlin!” you say, loud enough that it constitutes, to your mind, at least, a topic change. “how's the cake?”

(1/2)

“Mff” she says “I like chocolate”

“I...see..” she's gone through three quarters of the thing. And her burger's gone too. She's like a tiny little garbage disposal.

“Good god, Samantha. Where d'ya put it all that?” You ask, awed- your own burger is only half gone.

She doesn't bother to answer, as the rest of the cake disappears.

“well. Hey, how's the burger, Ice?”

“It's good” she says, noncommittally.”You must eat here a lot lieu.... Warhound”

“it's so cool!” your sister squeals at hearing your callsign. “Tabby! Hey! Hey hey hey! Hey, Tabby! What's mine?”

“your what?”

“My callsign! Durrr!”

Ice looks at you. “help” she whispers.

[] oh great, here we go
[] Psycho, clearly.
[] Nope! You're on your own!

(2/2)

>>20779656

My grandmother used to make cake similar to that. It was as if heaven had descended upon the Earth. Melt in your mouth fluffy and *real* Swiss chocolate.

God I wish I had gotten the recipe off of her before she died.

[x] Psycho, clearly.

It calls out to me.... though not sure if Merlin'd approve of it.

>>20779820
[X] oh great, here we go
[X] Psycho, clearly.


Okay, I think Ice deserves a break. Divert Jess's attention, think up some silly teasing nick names for Jess, take one for the team.

>>20779820
[x]Psycho

It'll be great, I promise.

>>20779820

"Buzzkill."

>>20779820

Twerp.

>>20779820
[x] Psycho, clearly.

This might distract our sister...

... but calling her Psycho might also get us scolded by our parents.

Do we want to be reprimanded in front of Ice and Merlin?

>>20779923
True, don't call her Psycho, it'll make Mom sad.

How about Munchkin, Grinch, Octane and/or Puppy.

>>20779820
[X] oh great, here we go
[X] Squirrel, clearly.

Blitz. Since she loves to tackle people

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[x] Psycho, clearly.

“well, clearly, Jessica, your callsign would be...”

“What was mom's? Mom's was cool. I don't remember what it was! Mom! What was your call sign?”

“We didn't use them the same way, back then.” your mom says. “we..”

“We called her the green angel” Your dad interrupts. “If you saw her, she'd be the thing to get you out of a bad spot.”

“ooh! Angel!” Jessica says. “How about it? Angel?”

“More like Psycho” you say. “Gods, Lay off the coffee!”

“hey, now.” your mother says. “Be nice to your sister”

“yeah!” jessica adds. “be nice to me!”

“Octane?” Ice says. “Seems to fit”

“Gods, does it. Good call” You say, nodding. “Octane it is”

“I'll be the only girl to have a callsign going into basic flight! And it's real! You're a pilot!” she says looking at you “and You're a fleet witch!” She looks at Ice “Thank you! Yay!”

(1/2)

(update after this one will be slow, need food.)

“Basi... oh, christ. That's right” you say. “Basic flight. So who's gonna pin your broom on?”

“mom!, durrr”

“yeah, good point” You say.

“How's everybody doing?” Santa says, coming out on the deck.

“we're good” Your dad says. “just need the check, I think”

“Check?” Santa looks to be at a loss for words. “Don't worry about it! This one's on the house!”

“that's very generous of you!” your mom says. Santa laughs. “ 'mboy Fronk eats here enough that I'm not worried about a meal every now and then, and it's not every day I get to meet his crew or his family!” He says. “I hope everybody enjoyed their food?”

Everybody nods.

“How was the cake, 'mdear?” He asks Merlin, who's wearing a highly satisfied smile. “it was good!” she says- the loudest you've ever heard her talk to a stranger. He chuckles. “The wife makes it. Old recipe. I'll get ya another piece to take home. I'll get one for you too” he says, looking at Ice.

The look of unrestrained joy on Merlin's face makes you smile.

(2/2)

MUNCHKIN

>>20780076
Merlin is absolutely adorable.

>>20780080
Her official callsign might end up as Octane, but everyone is going to call her Munchkin.

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“Hop 19. what do we know?” You ask Merlin as you both walk down the flight line towards your parked 'cat. The ground crew had said something about you pushing the bird too hard, but it's only for five weeks, you know she'll manage. Besides, part of you says. She likes it.

Merlin shrugs. “Multiple aircraft, multiple bogies. From what we've seen? Probably 2 aggressor aircraft, and a pair of witches.” She shrugs again. “Maybe more. And they've been bringing in F-16s too, so we might see those.”

“Awesome” you mutter. “who's our wing?”

“Ice”

“Great! Even fucking better.”

The past weekend notwithstanding, you and Ice's professional relationship is still rather strained. At best. On top of that? She's still just a few points ahead of you. Maddeningly few, truth be told, never more than one or two.

You do a walkaround quickly- other than the data pod loaded on your starboard wing glove pylon, and the two tanks below your engine nacelles, your bird's in a 'clean' configuration- all the better for speed. The logbook still shows an almost flawless aircraft, minor faults, at best, though you note the red ink near the top that's tracking the engine hours left before replacement or a major overhaul- and it's low. Much lower than you originally thought.

“Gunfighter flight, Check” the ground controller intones over your radio as you close the canopy. “Check” you respond, hearing Ice echo the statement.

Great. Ice is your wingmate.

[] Let her have the flight lead.
[] Take the flight lead!

>>20780236
[X] Let her have the flight lead.

>>20780236
>[] Let her have the flight lead.
Well she *is* our CO

>>20780236
>[] Let her have the flight lead.

>>20780236
[x] Let her have the flight lead.
Ladies first and all that.

>>20780236
"Since you have rank, I suppose you can call fobs on flight lead if you want."

>>20780258
>>20780262
>>20780272
>>20780285
>>20780313

There are times I question you piloting credentials.

>>20780236
Let her take lead

[x] Let her have the flight lead.

>>20780325
There is something called professionalism, this is the 1990s effectively, the professionalism efforts of Regan are in full effect, assholes are being drummed out/becoming more passive aggressive types and less FLYBOY STUNTS

>>20780325
I don' give a shit.

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[x] Let her have the flight lead.

Your takeoff, you hope, was all kinds of spectacular- you plugged in full blowers, climbed to about 500 feet, then held level long enough to roar over the interstate, before climbing out vertically, riding your 'burner plumes like a rocket. Let the family have a show- they've been watching your takeoffs all week.

You join up on Ice before leaving the airspace, climbing to about 20,000 feet and leveling off.

“Ok Ice, you have lead, here. I'm on your left side, a little low. How do you want to play it?”

we'll come in at this altitude, I'm sure Merlin will catch anything that's not on the deck. Just stick with me and cover my ass, will ya? Or do you plan to go off chasing the first thing you see”

“I'll withhold my comment on that till I can make an informed decision” you say.

“so you'll go chasing the first target you see.”

“more or less”

She sighs. “at least you're predicable.”

“Just what is it with you, anyway?” You ask, kind of miffed. “You're always so damned 'by the book'”

“Ask me when we get back on the ground. Now's not the time”

[] Fine.
[] Now's a perfect time!

>>20780428
>[] Fine.
She's right, this isn't the time for unneeded distractions.

>>20780428
Radio silence is a good thing.

>>20780428
[X] Fine

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>>20780428

[X] Fine.

But we WILL be asking about it later.

>>20780428
[x] Fine.
She gunning for some sort of leadership position, I'll bet.

>>20780428
[X] Fine, I'll hold you to that.

>>20780428

[]Let's make a deal. One of us, I'm not going to name name's now, *cough*Ice*cough*, sorry, slipped, will be buying the other lunch today. Most 'kills' determines who gets fed.

>>20780428
[X] Fine.

Very well, should I bring rum to this conversation?

>>20780495
Not gonna lie, that's kinda tempting.

>>20780478
I get the feeling it relates to her Father's possible death.

>>20780522
Of course it is! If your father died, and you go into the same line of work, especially military, you have to be JUST LIKE HIM, BUT BETTER, because you love your daddy very much. It's A Thing.

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[x] Fine.

“2” you say, copying her last without actually responding to it. You can feel it- you're about to get into the shit, here.

Not with Ice. There's aggressors out there, somewhere.

You spot them after a short while- F-16s, a pair of them, along with a pair of smaller black specs- witches. They're too far for you to get a solid height estimate, but they're below you by at least 10000 feet, possibly more.

“tally ho” you call out. “2 F-16s, two witches, low, continued right turn”

“Good morning, folks” a cheery voice says over the radio. “temperature's 110 degrees”
“holy shit, Vipers up here! Christ” You hear Merlin say. “holy shit”

“Yeah, she's probably saying 'oh shit, it's wardog and merlin'” you say, snapping your oxygen mask back on.

“Yeah, I'm sure she's saying that.”

[] Stay with Ice!
[] Break and engage!

>>20780539

[x]Stay with Ice

>>20780539
[x] Stay with Ice!
4 of them, and 2 of us (and 1 RIO). Not good odds to go gallivanting off.
There's suicidally brave, and then there's just plain stupid.

>>20780539
[x] Stay with Ice!
Ice just said we're predictable, and a predictable pilot is a DEAD pilot. Surprise EVERYONE!
Except Ice, tell her what we're doing.

>>20780539
[X] Stay with Ice!

>>20780539
[X] Stay with Ice!

Make sure Ice knows what we're doing, stick together, let's wipe out those poor schmucks, together. Prove that we can do it by the book.

>>20780539

[x] Stay with Ice

>>20780539
>[] Stay with Ice!
For now

Who was Viper again?

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You guys are no fun.

4-to1. We can take 'em. What's the worst that could happen?

>Given a character who's stated to be impetuous
>choose the reliable actions

/tg/ never fails to metagame.

>>20780627
We just need to choose the right moment to be impetuous.

>>20780627
Fronk seems to keep his inner PILOT in check far better than Gnome Young has for most of his career.

>>20780539
We are the wingman. Wingman covers lead. That is what we do. We do not break and engage.

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[x] Stay with Ice!

“Tally ho” Ice calls, after a second. “Take spacing”

“2” You drift off and climb above her, separating by a few hundred yards and gaining two hundred feet of altitude over her. It's close enough that you can still cover her, but far enough that you have room to react to a changing situation.

“They still don't see us” You say, watching the aggressor flight slip around a mountain.

“I know” Ice says. “High and above, I'll take the lead witch, you get the other one. Once they're gone, we're on easy street”

You start your dive from 24,000 feet, just about. You've got a simulated load of Sidewinders- two of them, which is a standard load for fleet ops- but other than that, you've only got your gun.

Which is fine. You've claimed an awful lot of gun kills.

(1/2)

You start drifting away from Ice as you begin your dive, slowing down enough that you can acquire anything that latches onto Ice as she ends her dive.

That she'll get viper if this works out doesn't bother you. You've already got Merlin tracking the -16s for a sidewinder shot.

Ice comes screaming out of the sun, shifting her M14 to her shoulder and flicking off the safety. “Gotchya bitch” you hear her almost whisper over the radio as she slowly squeezes the trigger.

And the hostile formation below you scatters like a startled flock of birds.

“Shit! They saw us! I'm staying on the leader!” she yells.

They've broken into fighting pairs, with the -16s climbing while the witches are diving- standard tactics is for the birds to loiter up high and chuck missiles, but in this case, they're probably planning to let the witches wear Ice down and come in for the kill- your own tactics, being used against you.

You could preempt them, break off of Ice and engage them before she starts to run down, but that'd leave her alone against the aggressor witches. You can stay with her, but down low that leaves you a target for witches, even if it does mean those -16s can't latch on to Ice.

[] Break and engage those falcons. Fuck those guys
[] You're not leaving your flight lead!

(2/2)

>>20780830
>[] You're not leaving your flight lead!
From what I know about dogfighting, this is a bad idea

>>20780830
[x] You're not leaving your flight lead!

>>20780830
Either way, we're in for some shit. If we pop high, that means Ice is left with no-one to cover her six, and that makes us a Bad Wingman.

If we stay low, the Falcons can chuck missiles at us, and we're a target for missiles.

I'm for staying with Ice.

[x]Break off and engage the falcons.

We're not gonna do much good in a witch fight - they have tighter turning ability and they'll probably get into an old-fashioned dogfight. The jets, however, and perfectly positioned for us to take out their bellies. And if we manage to beat the witches, those jets will kill us anyways.

>>20780830
[X] You're not leaving your flight lead!

If you're the wingman you don't just go wandering off. It's rude as hell. And if those aggressor witches think they have a shot in hell of taking us down they're in for a rude awakening.

>>20780830
[] Break and engage those falcons. Fuck those guys

And let her know we're doing this.

>>20780830

[X] You're not leaving your flight lead!

Even if she is a bitch, we do not leave a (wo)man behind.

Have Merlin parlay with the bogey strikers. We will need her to help us from being complete sitting ducks. We are going to have to get creative with our flying very soon.

>>20780919
Can Merlin talk to Missiles?

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[X] Break and engage those falcons. Fuck those guys

I'm not sure we'd be much help against witches in this situation. In any event, we need to take care of the 16s, and we're probably the best suited for it.

>>20780830
>[] Break and engage those falcons. Fuck those guys
Then get them to take out their own witches.

>>20780830
[] Break and engage those falcons. Fuck those guys

>>20780928

They are machines, but we are just doing this electronically I think. No live/dummy rounds, just a very expensive version of laser tag sans lasers (?). I am not really familiar with the flight schools, but even shooting dummy missiles at each other seems like a bad idea. Anyway, I was referring to the other witches striker units. Merlin should be able to "speak" with them.

No splitting the party. That's just asking for a TPK faster.

>[] Break and engage those falcons. Fuck those guys

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[x] Break and engage those falcons. Fuck those guys

“Ice! I”m climbing after those 16s! I know this trick, and I'm not going to be much good down here in the mud with you girls!”

“Understood. Just keep 'em off me, and I'll be along to help shortly”

Humor? You can't tell. Maybe she is starting to lighten up. “Ha! Like I'll need it!” you say, kicking the burners on once more and rocketing after the -16s. “Merlin, keep looking. I want viper”

“No sweat. Just let me know when you need me to do my thing”

The 16's are a lighter airframe by a noticeable amount, with a thrust/weight of better than 1.0/1, better than yours. A vertical fight is the last thing you want, here. On paper, they'll out turn you, as well, though you're far faster.

And you've got Merlin. They don't.

However, you're in position behind them, and while they probably know it, they're banking on their superior climb rates to get them away from you.

You, however, entered the climb with plenty of energy, they were reacting from a cruising speed. They probably should have turned away, you think.

Think, hell, you know that's what they should have done.

Maybe they weren't counting on 43,000lbs of F14 to come tear assing out of the sun?

You're able to gain position on the lead aircraft almost immediately, claiming a sidewinder kill.

“Got his wingman! Between our tails! Coming in from high!”

You break hard to the right, Climbing again. Shit that was close. “Keep on him, Merlin. Don't let him get around”

“He's still tracking, he's trying to get around on us!”

You're going to have to work to shake this fucker

[] Bring him in close, hit the breaks. He'll fly right by.
[] Dive! Dive! Get in the mud and call for some help!
[] Break!
[] Over the top! Reverse it on him!

>>20780830
>[X] Break and engage those falcons. Fuck those guys
Take out the lawn darts before they get us in a dogfight, then follow Ice down to hit the witches.

>>20781234
[x] Over the top! Reverse it on him!

[] Bring him in close, hit the breaks. He'll fly right by.
Just like my cheesy comedies

>>20781234
[x] Over the top! Reverse it on him!

>>20781234
>[] Bring him in close, hit the breaks. He'll fly right by.

Can't we have Merlin tell his plane to fuck off or something? Maybe suggest that its out of ammo and needs to land?

Might buy us a few seconds while its confused.

>>20781234
[x] Over the top! Reverse it on him!
Is 4chanX just not fetching posts now?

>>20781234
>[] Over the top! Reverse it on him!

>>20781234
[X] Over the top! Reverse it on him!

>>20781234
[X] Over the top! Reverse it on him!

>>20781234
>[x]Over the top! Reverse it on him!
We're sloooow, and we have a lower stall speed, try to get the bugger to overshoot.

>>20781234

[X] Over the top! Reverse it on him!

Clearly we need a quest about shooting lolis with shotguns as they breed explosively and get their whore all over things.

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[x] Over the top! Reverse it on him!

“hey Merlin!”

“yeah?”

“You buckled up?”

“oh hell”

You've already got the throttles up to the stops, and your cat's blowers are going full-tilt at this point. By now, You're cracking along at mach, which you're fairly sure makes this one of the first supersonic dogfights you've ever been in, proper. Most of the rest of 'em were subsonic, maybe just barely, but still.

Yanking the stick back into your stomach, your bird jams it's nose skyward, starting a loop. The -16 driver is good, no doubt- instructors here are the best, though, as your initial kill showed, even they can be surprised.

You roll over the top, now completely inverted and gaining separation.

Normally, to counter a -16, you'd switch to zoom and boom tactics- hit and runs, basically. Without missiles that becomes kind of difficult, though. In this case, you're going to have to do this the hard way.

“he's following! Still behind us, dropping back fast!” Merlin shouts, twisted around to look directly behind you.

(1/2)

Then inspiration hits you.

You do some fast mental math. “hey merlin, If I did a split S, how long of a head-to-head shot would we have?”

“Maybe about... 2 seconds? Less? You could extend some more, but I don't think that'd do much...”

2 seconds head to head, worst case is a mutual kill-kill.

Screw it, you've had worse odds. You jam the stick forward, thumbing your fire selector over to guns. As you do, You chop your throttles almost to idle and pop your brakes, slamming forward against the sudden deceleration. You're in a carefully controlled pitch roll, at this point- your tail dropping as your nose comes up and tracks the gun pipper across the -16, who'd broken vertical to avoid running into you.

“splash 2” you breathe, confirming it with range control. “Ice, how ya 'doin?”

“got one” she says. “lost viper.”

[] “great. How do you want to play this?”
[] “On the way”

(2/2)

>>20781544
>[] “great. How do you want to play this?”
She's the boss, but see if Merlin can pick up Viper's strikers.

Dude, just...

Just go. We're having fun.

If you don't want to partake of our fun, that's fine, but stop ruining our fun.

We like what you do not like. Different strokes for different folks. I personally don't like the people who come in and shout HERESY at the slightest sign of /d/ stuff, but I don't tell them "NO STOP HAVING FUN"

If you want to say "NO STOP HAVING FUN STOP LIKING WHAT I DON'T LIKE", then >>>/v/ is that way.

>>20781544
>[X] “great. How do you want to play this?”

>>20781544
[x] “great. How do you want to play this?”
And have Merlin see if she can pick up Viper. We're the one with the better radar, after all.

>>20781544
[X] “great. How do you want to play this?”

She's flight lead, we're wingman. We play our part properly.

Make sure the smile on our face from getting that double is evident in our voice.

>>20781544
>[x] “great. How do you want to play this?”

>>20781544
>[X] “great. How do you want to play this?”
She hasn't called for assistance, so best to confirm so we don't end up fucking up the plan.

>>20781544
[x] “great. How do you want to play this?”

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>>20781544

[x] “Great. How do you want to play this?”

>>20781544
>>20781558
Wait wha-
Oh... You all weren't actually talking about the -16s.