>>374849
>>[] Grab some food before you leave.

>>374849
>[] Recover some stuff that you loaned out
That's fine family comes first after all

>>374978
Thanks dude.

>>374978
This

Writing

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You manage to keep yourself composed until you and Zeus had left the command building. Before you whoop with joy.

"FINALLY!" You yell as you turn and high-five Zeus. Both of you grinning in delight.

"Finally back at sea." Zeus said wistfully, You remember how much he loved the life at sea.

"Finally back in the 'cat." You add as the pair of you turn towards the barracks, the smell of cooked food wafting out of the mess hall. You stop for a second and consider grabbing some breakfast before deciding not to.

Besides, with everybody at the mess hall you can get some stuff back.

Both you and Zeus chat about the finer points of fleet life while you walk back, including pondering where shit goes while a fleet is at sea. The pair of you finally reach the barracks and enter. Zeus heading for your shared room while you make some stop offs to pick up some stuff that you had loaned out. Quickly swiping some cassette tapes, magazines and even your Walkman that you loaned out for a few dollars a day. After completing your little recovery you quickly ran up to your room, where Zeus was part-way through packing.

"What took you so long, run into a door again?" He said with a hint of annoyance as you walked in with your recovered goodies. You didn't even bother responding as you grabbed your stuff and quickly packed it away. As an afterthought, you took out your brown leather bomber jacket and put it on over your flight suit.

>[] Get to the transport plane. You want to be ready to go ASAP just in case you're being transferred into a unit with someone from the base.
>[] See if there's any food left that you can grab before you fly out. The transport won't leave without you, right?
>[] Other (write in)

>[] Get to the transport plane. You want to be ready to go ASAP just in case you're being transferred into a unit with someone from the base.

Will wait for 30 more minutes before calling the votes and writing.

>>375117
>>[] Get to the transport plane. You want to be ready to go ASAP just in case you're being transferred into a unit with someone from the base.

>>375117
>See if there's any food left that you left that you can grab before you fly out. The transport won't leave without you, right?

>>375117
>>[] See if there's any food left that you can grab before you fly out. The transport won't leave without you, right?

Now we have a tie, I'll wait for a tiebreaker. If not I'll try to splice the two together.

>>375482
Forgot my trip

>>375117
>[] Get to the transport plane. You want to be ready to go ASAP just in case you're being transferred into a unit with someone from the base.

How come no one made a Danger Zone pun yet?

Writing

>>375528
Because you're not in the danger zone.

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Checking the clock in the hall, you watch the clock creep closer to 0900, you were never given a departure time for the transport. You seriously consider going and getting a bacon sandwich from the mess hall.

"I know what you're thinking." Zeus pipes up from inside the room as he picks up his bag.

"And there isn't going to be any food left. So pray that it's a short flight." He finishes as he walks by you into the hall, forcing your duffel bag into your hands as he passes you. You sigh, and follow behind him as the pair of you leave. Thankfully, nobody spots you on the way out.

The pair of you continue walking towards the hangers, only to make a stop off at the ready room for some coffee. A handful of pilots sat inside, waiting to go up.

"Oi! Razor!" One of the pilots, Blondie yells at you as you grab your coffee. "Something happening with you?"

"Got transferred." You call back as you quickly drink your coffee. "I'm heading back to the fleet."

This announcement turns more than a few heads. The assorted pilots look at you with a mix of both congratulations and envy.

"Damn, the commander finally get sick of you?" Another pilot, nicknamed Kermit yells from the back.

"Not really. We got moved into a re-activated squadron." Zeus responds as he stirs his coffee. "Apparently the Red's recent actions have caused command to re-activate a number of units, and those units need pilots."

The conversation died down from there as Blondie, Kermit and their RIOs were called up. You and Zeus finished your cups of coffee quicly and make the short walk over to your hanger to pick up your helmets and other assorted stuff that you left behind.

With your final equipment recovered, you walk towards the massive C-5. As you get closer you can see the nose of your F-14 poking out the front of the open cargo hold as the aircraft's crew slowly backs it in. When you arrive the loadmaster walks over to you.

"Are you Poole and Shawcross?" He asks the pair of you.

"Yes sir." Zeus answers for you, choosing to call the loadmaster sir out of courtesy.

"Well get your butts inside. We've had enough problems trying to fit a pair of Tomcats in the cargo hold as it is." He says as he motions the pair of you to follow him up into the passenger hold. The pair of you follow him in.

Inside is fairly sparsely occupied, there are a number of personnel who are likely being transferred to other posts. Among them you can see a pair of pilots who the possibly the crew of the other Tomcat in the hold below.

Zeus manages to beat you to what would have been the window seat if there were windows. Leaving you with the aisles seat.

>[] Nap for the entire flight. You feel a bit tired, even after the coffee.
>[] Talk with other pilots.
>[] Read one of the conveniently left behind newspapers.
>[] Other

>>375650
>[] Talk with other pilots.
>[] Read one of the conveniently left behind newspapers.

hope both can be done.

>>375650
>>[] Talk with other pilots.

>>375666
The flight is so long that you could get both done, but you have to choose one to do first.

>>375650
>[] Talk with other pilots.

>>375650
>>[] Talk with other pilots.
Are they pumped for action or just doing their job? Read their mood and get to know them a bit.

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Takeoff was pretty normal, all things considered. Everybody in the cabin clipped on their seat belts, the loadmaster gave his "safety brief" where he told everyone that if the aircraft crashed then there was a very high likelihood that everybody would die. While this was certainly terrifying to the non-pilot passengers, you found yourself slightly more comfortable than them. You still didn't like flying in these aircraft, mostly because they were slow, lacked ejector seats and windows. At least in your jet you sat under a clear Plexiglas canopy and sat on a Martin-Baker GRU-7A ejector seat.

Regardless of your discomfort, the aircraft taxis and takes off normally. The loadmaster notifies everybody that the aircraft has reached cruising altitude and everybody takes off their seat belts. You immediately get up and walk over to the two pilots, surprisingly, both of them are women.

"Hello ladies." You say as you sit down. Both of them notice you, but only one talks.

"Hello." She says in a crisp, upper class British accent. The voice of the kind of people who still refer to the US as "the colonies" even though the US gained independence and saved their asses twice.

"My name is Lieutenant Bradly Poole, my friends call me razor though." You introduce yourself. Surprisingly, the British woman remains rather relaxed, the last few female pilots you talked to were rather cold.

"Nice to meet you mister Poole. By name is Eleanor Halsey, call sign CHIMBO." She gestured to the smaller girl sitting next to her. "This is my RIO. Samantha Lancaster, call sign Mags."

"Good to meet you both." You smiled and nodded, before continuing with a question you already knew the answer to. "So, what bird are you both flying?"

"We're flying an F-14A." She announced proudly. "We're among the best British pilots and we've flown many aircraft together! Tornadoes, Phantoms, Jaguars and Buccaneers." You can't help but nod in approval, that was certainly a significant list.

"Very impressive. Though do tell me, where are you being transferred to? Me and my RIO Zeus are both being transferred and I wonder if we are in the same unit?" You ask this and Chimbo smiles and takes out a set of transfer orders much like your own and begins reading from them.

"It says that we are being transferred to VF-21. Though it doesn't say what ship we're being assigned to." She puts the sheet away and turns to look at you, expecting an answer.

"That's where I'm being sent! Looks like we'll be flying together." You announce to her satisfaction. Her smile only broadens with the revelation.

"Well then, I look forward to our time together Razor." She nodds, you can feel that she's confident in herself, in her abilities.

You think you've found yourself a partner in crime.

>[] Continue talking with the Brits.
>[] Return to your seat and read the newspaper.
>[] Return to your seat and sleep.
>[] Other (Write in)

>>375799
>>[] Continue talking with the Brits.
Hit on them

>>375799
>[] Continue talking with the Brits.
Try not to slip on spaghetti.

>>375799
>>[] Continue talking with the Brits.

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Feeling the chance to hit on a pretty cute looking Brit, you decide to take things slow.

"So, How'd you both get your call signs?" You ask as calmly as possible.

"Well, I earned mine during training. they said I was like a chick in a man's body because I had more visible muscles than a number of the other guys in the unit. I only re-enforced that title during training after a number of escapades." She opened her mouth to continue her tale when mags spoke up.

"Like that time when you nearly killed that guy for hitting on us?" Lancaster announced a little too loudly. Causing Halsy to splutter in surprise.

"I did not!" Halsey cried. Causing any heads that hadn't already turned to look over at the unfolding drama.

"You hit that man in the face." Lancaster continued before being cut off by Halsey.

"I hit him lightly because he was being a crude buffoon." Halsey tried to defend herself.

"You hit him in the head with a metal stool!" Lancaster continued as the entire cabin went quiet.

"I hit him lightly. He was fine." Halsey continued to run damage control, but Lancaster was steam rolling her.

"You gave him a life-threatening concussion!" She said calmly, causing a small murmur to sweep the small crowd of people on the deck.

"As if you haven't hurt people. I remember how you hit that poor ensign in the eye with a rifle magazine." Halsey countered, but this didn't phase Lancaster.

"Hey, he deserved it. And at least I actually listen to the radio SLIDER." Lancaster calmly responded, before looking over at you and speaking.

"We used to call her Slider because she slid an F-4 on some ice into a row of parked Jaguars, making them fall like dominoes.We don't kno-" She managed to explain before Halsey managed to grab her and cover her mouth, preventing her from speaking.

"Ha. W-We all make mistakes, but it's best just to let them rest wouldn't you agree?" Halsey announced rather quickly. Keeping her hand firmly over Lancaster's mouth.

"Yeah, I guess that's true." You replied calmly, ignoring the looks from everybody on the deck. "But to be honest, I think Slider is better. CHIMBO usually implies that you are ugly. Which I can assure you that you aren't."

The cabin is quiet for a few seconds, mostly because people want to see if Halsey would try and beat you for flirting with her. But instead she just laughed.

"Nice attempt. But I'll be sliding into my grave before I'm sliding into bed with you." She announced as she released Lancaster. "But I'll take your advice and stick with Slider."

>[] Continue talking with the Brits.
>[] Return to your seat and read the newspaper.
>[] Return to your seat and sleep.
>[] Other (Write in)

>>375901
>>[] Continue talking with the Brits.
These girls are a whole lot more interesting than some newspaper.

I'm going to wait for a few more votes to come in. If nothing more comes in 2 hours then I'll choose the only option with any votes.

>>376045
forgot my trip... again

>>375901
>Return to your seat and read the newspaper.

>>375901
>>[] Return to your seat and read the newspaper.

>>375901
>[] Continue talking with the Brits.
We're not just here to get into their pants. Skirts. Flightsuits?

Point is, we're also here to get to know the people we'll be flying alongside.

>>375901
>>[] Continue talking with the Brits.
>>376107
>here to get to know the people we'll be flying alongside.
Yeah, accept them as equals, gals love that.

>>375901
>>[] Other (Write in)
Anyone else we can talk to? Lets see if we can find the other Tomcat pilot or something.

Writing

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"Well that's rather, um, nice." You say, unable to find what to say next. Usually at this point in a club you would walk away and try your luck elsewhere. But on an aircraft like this there is very few places to walk to.

"Wow, that's new." Zeus says as he sits down in the seat just behind yours with 2 other women in tow. "First time I've ever seen him just stop like that."

"Shut it Zeus." You practically his at him, before returning of your previously happy demeanour. "Anyways, time for introductions!"

"Ladies, this is my RIO, Michael Shawcross, call sign Zeus." You say, gesturing at Zeus, who nods at the pair of British pilots. "Zeus, these lovely ladies are Eleanor Halsey and Samantha Lancaster. Call signs Slider and Mags respectively." Both Elelanor and Samantha nod in return, Zeus and Mags look at each other with utmost respect, what with both of them being in the same position. Being the unlucky RIOs of highly aggressive pilots.

"Nice to meet you ladies. Now I guess I should introduce my friends." Zeus gestured to the two other ladies in turn. "This is Leutnant Minna Wiess and Leutnant Karla Knobloch. Callsigns Scorpion and Vampire respectively. Both are Luftwaffe pilots that have been assigned to VF-21." Both of the women smiled an nodded in return. Surprisingly, everything s calm. The last time you saw a British and German pilot together they were beating each other shitless.

"Hello my friends." Wiess said calmly, extending her hand. "I trust that we will get along well ja?"

Halsey didn't even wait before taking Weiss's hand and shaking it. "I'm sure we'll get along smashingly frau Wiess."

>[] Continue talking with your fellow pilots.
>[] Return to your seat and read the newspaper.
>[] Return to your seat and sleep.
>[] Other (Write in)

>>376955
>[] Return to your seat and read the newspaper.

>>376955
>>[] Continue talking with your fellow pilots.
Might seem a bit of a dick move to just leave as soon as Zeus introduces some new people.

>>376955
>[] Continue talking with your fellow pilots.
Talk shop about jets and shit, which we're apparently better at than hitting on girls.

>>376955
>>[] Continue talking with your fellow pilots.
Cute German woman pilots?
> "[...]get along well[...]"
Assure her that we're easy to get along with.

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"Don't worry Weiss, we'll all get along very well." You assure her as you shake her hand.

"So. Minna, Karla, what aircraft you two flying?" You decide to ask the newcomers, last time you checked that the West German government had chose to buy a fighter-interceptor version of the European Tornado jet rather than buy Tomcats. The Brits had decided to buy some Tomcats for their old carrier when they decided to return it to service after the soviets had invaded Afghanistan.

"We're flying an F-14." Weiss answered. "It's very similar to the Tornado ADV that we used to fly."

"That's great, at this rate we'll be flying a full squadron of Tomcats." You respond with glee, your last posting was a composite squadron of F-14s and A-7s. And it wan't fun having to hold back because your wing mate couldn't keep up with you.

"What other aircraft have you flown?" Halsey asked. Obviously trying to size herself up against her German counterpart.

"Excluding trainers, We've flown F-4 Phantoms, F-104 widow-makers and both types of Tornado. I've flown all of them with Karla." Wiess announced proudly, and you have to admit that it was rather impressive. But that was mostly down to the fat that she'd survived flying in an F-104. You wouldn't wish such a fate on any of your enemies.

"Very good, I'm glad that we'll be flying with an experienced pilot." Halsey said, before quickly adding. "Not that I doubted your abilities frau Weiss."

Weiss was quiet for a second, making you consider that she had been offended by Halsey's remark, before she laughed. "There's no need to worry fray Halsey. It's a legitimate concern for pilots like us." She then leaned in and said. "The majority of British pilots I've flown with have spent more time looking at my ass than my face. Or my fist." She said rather seriously.

"In fairness, it's a nice ass." Both you and Zeus say at the same time. With an ass that nice you have to wonder how she gets into her flight suit. Maybe her's is custom made.

"I bet you'd love to tap it, wouldn't you?" Weiss asked with a sly smile as Halsey blushed.

"I'd go as far as to say tat I'd like to liberate your Rhineland." You tease. Wiess opened her mouth to respond but Halsey cuts her off.

"T-That's lewd and un-womanly." Halsey manages to stutter out. This unexpected reaction caused Weiss to laugh for you to smile.

You were going to have some fun with teasing her.

>[] Ask the Brits about their flying history.
>[] Ask the Germans about their call signs.
>[] Return to your seat and read the newspaper.
>[] Return to your seat and sleep.
>[] Other (Write in)

>>377322
>>[] Ask the Germans about their call signs.
Scorpion, Vampire - there's a story right there.

>>377322
>Weiss: "I bet you'd love to tap it, wouldn't you?"
>Halsey: "T-That's lewd and un-womanly."
Well, some lewd banter to lighten the mood doesn't hurt. Surprising that frontline pilots seem prudish... they could all die tomorrow.

>>377410
But Anon there aren't any wars yet. Everybody remembers how the Falklands went.

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>>377322
>>[] Ask the Germans about their call signs

Wew. I like these Germans.

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As Halsey composed herself, you turned to the Germans and asked a question that had been bugging you for a bit.

"So, how did you two get your nicknames? Scorpion and Vampire are pretty interesting." You ask you question. Weiss managed to stifle her laughter enough to compose herself.

"Well, I got my nickname after an Italian pilot tried hitting on me. I punished him by putting a scorpion in his flight suit. After that I just kept doing it to people who hit on me until people started treating me equally to them." She announced rather happily, you don't find anything funny about it, one wrong move could lead to a pincer to the privates. But you understand her reasoning.

"That's pretty brutal. But I like it, that's actually pretty inventive." You admit with a nod.

"Brutal? Ja. But it worked." She added before Knobloch started speaking.

"I got my call sign because my surname roughly translates int onion. A lot of pilots would say that they would like to peel off my layers of clothing. So I would respond by putting onions in their flight suits and on their other personal belongings. At first they called be onions but eventually they started calling me vampire because I was so ruthless with dealing with people who hit on me and Weiss." Knobloch explained, and as she went on. You realised lust what the price was for being assigned to a unit with so many beautiful women. They were ruthless as hell.

"Anyways." Weiss announced after Knobloch was finished, drawing you out of your stupor. "You two never did say how you two got your call signs. Care to explain?" Weiss asked as she turned to face you and Zeus. The eyes of the group soon followed.

>[] Tell them about your call signs.
>[] Don't tell them about your call signs.

>>377581
>>[] Tell them about your call signs.

>Scorpion in the flight suit
Good thing there's no scorpions in the ocean.

>>377581
>>[] Tell them about your call signs.
They're all about punishing flirting... exactly what we intend to do, oh well...
Brag about call signs, exaggerate.

>>377581
In the future: Get Weiss a plush toy scorpion, ask Knobloch for a supply of onions for cooking.

>>377682
I like this idea.

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"I got my nickname during training after buzzing the tower." You calmly explained, you opened your mouth to explain before Zeus cut you off.

"No, you got the nickname when Joker flash banged you." Zeus said smugly as you glared at him, he just loved bringing up the actual incident.

"Fine." You turn to the group and begin explaining. "So one day in training I was shaving with an old straight razor. When a guy in our unit decided it would be a great idea to throw a flash bang in while I was shaving."

You point to the scar on your face. It went diagonal across your cheek. "I got the first one when the flash bang went off and I accidentally cut myself." You say as you gesture to your cheek. "I nearly knocked byself out when I ran full pelt into the door frame while I was still blinded. By the time gunny got there I was bleeding rather badly. I was taken off flight ops for a few weeks while the injuries healed up." You continue your tale as your scar begins to itch.

"Really? And you've had that call sigh never since training?" Halsey asked, the blush from the earlier flirting was still evident.

"Not really, I was almost called Zippo after I nearly set a guy on fire. But Razor tended to stick because I would fly extremely hazardously, buzzing towers and all that." You finish.

"And how did Zeus get his nickname?" Weiss asked.

"He got it in training. Gunny chewed him out after he fell asleep in class and said that he put in zero effort unless supervised." You quickly announce before Zeus can try and spin his tale. "We just shortened it to Zeus, Zero Effort Unless Supervised." You finish as Zeus glares daggers at you.His take on how he got his call sign was one of his main ways of picking up women.

>[] Ask the Brits about their flying history.
>[] Ask the Germans about their flying history.
>[] Return to your seat and read the newspaper.
>[] Return to your seat and sleep.
>[] Other (Write in)

>>377839
>>[] Ask the Germans about their flying history.
Being so close to the Soviets and East Germans, they probably have some interesting tales.

>>377839
>[] Ask the Germans about their flying history.

>>377839
>>[] Ask the Germans about their flying history.
Any tales about close calls with the Eastern neighbours? Anyone nearly started a war?

>>377839
>Zeus glares daggers at you
Zeus had that coming, telling the ladies about the razor incident. At least we have a roguish scar, everyone else has a baby face.

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"So, now that we have callsigns out of the way. Anybody have any stories?" You ask, you have that one MiG story, but you want to see if anybody else has any stories.

"Either of you have any stories?" Zeus says to the Germans. "Sharing a boarder with the reds must bring some tales."

The Germans sit there for a second or so before Weiss answered. "Well, we were part of an escort that was escorting a military transport to East Berlin a couple of months back. We were flying in when a pair of MiGs sniffed us over. Things were pretty tense for a bit but aside from that nothing really happened." She paused for a second before continuing with another story.

"Another time we were flying a patrol when a pair of MiGs wandered over the boarder. We bounced them for their trouble and escorted them back over the boarder. Aside from those incidents the boarder was relatively quiet up until we left. Since then incursions have apparently been really stepping up." she finally finishes.

"Is that it? I would have thought that the reds would have been rather active over there." You ask, though you can see that Weiss slightly deflates at the mention of Soviets in her homeland.

"Not really. We weren't based outside of Europe up until we transferred to VF-21." Weiss admitted glumly.

>[] Ask the Brits about their flying history.
>[] Return to your seat and read the newspaper.
>[] Return to your seat and sleep.
>[] Other (Write in)

>>377976
>[] Ask the Brits about their flying history.

>>377976
Some more smalltalk, then timeskip to landing at base.
>>[] Return to your seat and sleep.

will sleep now, keep this thread alive, anons!

>>377976
>>[] Ask the Brits about their flying history.

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"What about you?" You say as you look at the Brits, trying to switch subjects quickly.

"Well, we didn't get up to much either. We weren't a part of the QRF so we never intercepted in Bears that decided to take a wander into our airspace. Though we did intercept a couple that tried to spy on our fleet when we were stationed on the Ark Royal." Halsey said absentmindedly, as she tried to remember an incident.

"The Ark Royal is still in service?" You already knew that it was still in service, you had even made a few touch-and-go landings. But from the sounds of it she had actually lived and served on it.

"Yep, She had came out of a major refit just before the Falklands. Modern radar, fire control systems and CIWS among other things." She said as she smiled to herself. She obviously loved the fleet life.

"In fact the only incident was when Mags got in to an argument with an Argentinian." Halsey explained.

"That arsehole deserved it. If I could have then I would have shot his ass down." Lancaster said spitefully, you frankly didn't want to press any further.

"What about you two?" Knobloch asked, correctly assuming that you had a story of your own.

"Well we have one." You respond before you begin your story. "So it was on our last cruise with the fleet, we were tailing an SU-24 that was on route to the fleet, so we pulled in behind him and rolled on top of him, we were roughly about 5 meters out when he noticed Zeus holding up an american flag that he'd brought on board for some reason."

Zeus cuts you off to defend himself. "Hey, I brought that flag up for a photo shoot." You remember that shoot, it was cancelled when the camera man had to be sent to hospital after falling down the stairs.

"Yeah, so anyways." You continue on with your tale. "He notices us and dives. Now the SU-24 is a big bird but the Tomcat can dive with the best of them, especially on afterburners. We manage to keep pace with him through a negative 4G dive until he rolls off and egresses back to his base. We chase him away from the fleet and get some great pics of him and his copilot shitting themselves."

>[] Ask them what the news is. You haven't been keeping up with it between flying, running from crew chiefs and getting chewed out by your former commander.
>[] Return to your seat and read the newspaper.
>[] Return to your seat and sleep.
>[] Other (Write in)

>>378210
>>[] Ask them what the news is. You haven't been keeping up with it between flying, running from crew chiefs and getting chewed out by your former commander.

>>378210
>[] Ask them what the news is. You haven't been keeping up with it between flying, running from crew chiefs and getting chewed out by your former commander.

>>378210
>>[] Ask them what the news is. You haven't been keeping up with it between flying, running from crew chiefs and getting chewed out by your former commander.
Guess these news must be really important, huh OP?

>>378459
Meh, the first two options look the same but are surprisingly different.

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Your little group sits there for a bit and just chats, a couple of people take some bathroom breaks or grab some water from the plane's stores. Eventually you get onto the subject of recent events, and what would otherwise be on the news.

"Intrusions into western Europe are up massively." Weiss said with a bet or discomfort. "And not just recon flights, we've been seeing fully armed strike aircraft straying far too close to the boarder. The top brass don't know if the reds are just poking us for the hell of it or if their planning something."

"Well they've not been the same since Afghanistan." Zeus piped in. "Sure they won, but it was Pyrrhic as hell. If the rumours are to be believed then they just got sick of the sympathisers and busted out the VX gas."

"If they had brought out nerve gas then someone would have said by now." Knobloch tried to reason, but Zeus had an answer for that.

"Do you really think they would let anyone survive? The majority of the troops in Afghanistan right now are either Spetsnaz or other elite forces. And apparently, those guys get the absolute best equipment that the Soviets have access to. If they don't want survivors then there are no survivors." He summarised, effectively killing the argument.

"I hear that it's the same story in Asia too." You add, retelling the information that your friend in Japan sent you. "The Chinese have become more aggressive recently, yelling on and on about their claims in the pacific, including the Paracel islands. They've been probing Japanese and Vietnamese airspace enough for the Vietnamese to ask for American assistance." As you mention the Vietnamese, Zeus scoffs.

"Please, do you really think that the US government would help those commie bastards after what they did?" Zeus asks sarcastically.

"At this point, with everything escalating we might just end up supporting the Vietnamese." You reveal to Zeus's obvious disbelief. "At the very least we'd supply them with some old gear so they can be a more effective distraction for the Chinese."

Zeus opens his mouth to respond when Halsey spoke up.

"In any case, the whole of South America has been rather quiet since the Argentinian Junta collapsed. But there's still the chance that they may try for the Falklands again." She explains, only to prompt Mags to laugh.

"You think they could? We stomped them last time, the only aircraft they have left are a handful of prop-powered trainers. And that's not even going onto their lack of a navy." Mags explained mirthfully, obviously happy that Argentina had been crushed so badly.

"Which makes it a good place for the soviets to supply a revolution. Opening a new front down there is good for them as it makes us divert troops down there and away from their more valuable troops." Weiss explained carefully, you find yourself agreeing with her, that would be a good tactic for the soviets.

>[] Ask a person a question (Who and what?)
>[] Continue talking with your group (time skip to landing)

>>378560
>>[] Continue talking with your group (time skip to landing)

>>378560
>[] Continue talking with your group (time skip to landing)

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You and your comrades continue getting to know each other for the rest of the trip. Though everyone split up into 3 groups. You and Weiss discussed and compared the Panavia Tornado and the F-14A. Halsey and Knobloch debated the effectiveness of the F-4 against the Sepecat Jaguar. Finally, Lancaster and Zeus sat together and discussed their Japanese comics and the finer points of something called "Macross". As the flight continued however, you started to feel fairly hungry, you regretted not having nabbed some food from the mess hall before takeoff.

Thankfully however, only about 10 minutes after first starting to feel a bit peckish the cabin seat belt lights came on and the loadmaster informed everyone that the aircraft would begin it's landing procedures soon. Less than 30 minutes after that you felt the slight jolt and heard the muted screech of the massive cargo plane landing. Once everyone had been given the all clear from the load master you all took off your seatbelts, grabbed your bags, walked to the waiting boarding stairs and out into the afternoon sun. At the foot of the stairs stood a man in full navy officer's dress with a full convoy of marines behind him. You pick out a pair of facts that chill you to your bones.

Firstly, those marines aren't regular security. They are full on infantry. Armed with rifles and fixed bayonets over the typical pistols and batons. And with armed and armoured HUMVEEs to boot.

Secondly, the man in the uniform is the fucking CINPAC. The "god" to any navy or marine personnel deployed in the pacific.

You walk down the boarding stairs. As you do this, the CINPAC smiles at you, and waits for you to walk over to him before offering you his hand.

"Lieutenant Poole right? I've heard a lot about you son." He says in an almost fatherly tone as you shake his offered hand.

"Well I hope you liked what you heard sir." You answer, barely managing to stay calm.

"Certainly have son." He says as the rest of your unit arrives at the bottom of the stairs behind you. He greets them and shakes their hands before gesturing to the waiting vehicles.

"Come on kids." He says as he climbs into the passenger seat of one of the HUMVEEs. "There's so much to be done and so little time to waste gawking." This snaps all of you into action. You, Weiss and Halsey climb into the HUMVEE with CINPAC while Zeus, Knobloch and Lancaster get into the vehicle behind yours.


As the convoy speeds away, you find yourself wondering just what the fuck is going on?

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Gonna take a break here. Feel free to speculate on what is going on if you want. We'll begin next thread tomorrow. As Always I'll put a link to the next thread here when it's up.

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>>378946
>Zeus likes Macross

>>374849
Great post anon, I really enjoyed it.

>>379240
If you enjoyed it then why not keep an eye out for the next thread, where things get rolling.

>>379270
Where do I find that again? A bit new to this.

>>379270
I'll post up a link to the next thread in this thread. It will hopefully be up in the next 12-24 hours.

I'm planning on setting up a twitter account to announce when the threads are up and running. I'll probably get it done in the next few days. It will be up by thread 5.

>>379323
Damn, meant to reply to you >>379283

>>379329
I made a pastebin for everything
Here's the link
http://pastebin.com/dVM1CJ0L

>>379724
I appreciate the effort, but we are using a different site to keep archives of all of the threads. I'll put a link to it in the next thread. But once again, thanks for the effort.

>>378946
>Feel free to speculate on what is going
I. The Reds are planning something, we're to fly over with cameras for proof and glory
II. Some operation went horribly wrong and we're there to fix it... I mean destroy any evidence...

>>380230
Considering the damn CINPAC is here, it wouldn't be beyond belief for those situations to be true. I personally think the Chinese have tried something big. Possibly full-scale war big.

>>380275
NEW THREAD:
>>382282