Twitter: https://twitter.com/MercCommandMissed past threads? Catch them here:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=pararescue+witchesOther Quests:http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Valkyrian%20Mercs%20Quest (Complete)http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Magical%20Girl%20Hunter%20Quest (Complete)http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=gundam+build+fighters+quest (Complete)http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Cyberpunk%20Idol%20Management%20Quest (Running)http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Endless+Sky+Ace+Combat+Quest (Running)You are Captain WILLIAM PIERCE, a combat rescue officer of the United States Air Force.Currently, you have been forced to land at a secret Soviet base, manned by what are apparently men who are sympathetic to the allied side, or were at least polite enough not to shoot you on sight. Introductions at first are brief, as you and the Ghost Hawk and XF-19 were all quickly ushered into a nearby hangar in order to take shelter from the blizzard outside. Once the lights turn on and the heaters begin to kick in, Colonel Petrov finally takes a moment to speak."As I have said before, I am Colonel Petrov, and welcome to Strana Mechty, one of the Soviet Union's top secret research installations!""Yo, why the hell are Ivans like you helping us?" Red takes a step forward. You bring your arm out to keep her back and assert authority."As my subordinate here says, why did you agree to shelter us?" You ask. "I mean, I greatly appreciate the help, but you have to understand why it seems odd to be helped by the enemy.""Oh, we are not enemies, I can assure you of that." Petrov smiles. "One of the greatest misunderstandings of war is the assumption that there are only two sides.""I see." You say, eying him warily. "Our Ghost Hawk took some damage during the trip. I assume you have adequate repair facilities?"(cont)
>>37473592"Of course. We must service our own helicopter fleet." Petrov nods. "I am not sure if our parts will be compatible with yours, but I'm sure our technicians-""Whoa, wait a minute there!" Bullseye stomps forward. "YOUR technicians? Nuh uh, buddy. Friends or not, no Ivan is coming near our bird!""Now, I assure you, Comrade, our technicians are some of the most highly trained in all of the Soviet Union and possibly the world. If there is anybody that can repair your helicopter, it will be them." Petrov says calmly."The problem is," Hoskins steps forward, backing up Bullseye, "we're not comfortable with you guys peekin' around the insides of our craft!""Captain," Petrov turns to you with an apologetic look on his face, "my men are highly trained and can be trusted. We aren't here to steal your secrets or anything like that, only to ensure your helicopter is repaired as quickly as possible."Well, it WAS a tempting offer. You kind of wanted to get in the air and back to base as soon as possible, and you weren't sure how good a job your aircrew could do alone. However, their concerns were completely legitimate. The Ghost Hawk and XF-19 were still considered top secret, and you were pretty sure a LOT of people would be unhappy if the learned you let foreign techs get a look at their innards.>Accept Petrov's offer.>Refuse Petrov's offer.>Other
>>37473605>>Refuse Petrov's offer.Sorry just can't.
That wheel chair rat dead yet?
>>37473605>Accept Petrov's offerWe got the MoH, so bitches can suck it
>>37473605>>OtherAirmen take the lead for repairs, Ivans stay back and offer support only as requested, for non-vital work.
>>37473605>>Accept Petrov's offer.Unless Pierce have MacGyver skill, we are pretty much stranded here if we refuse.
>>37473605>Accept Petrov's offer.
>>37473605>>Accept Petrov's offer.
>>37473605>>Refuse Petrov's offer.
>>37473605>>37473694this, they can help out, but they can't go digging inside of it unless told to
>>37473664Go. Stay go.
>>37473694this is good
>>37473765I'll change to >>37473694
If Konstantina also in this base, we might need to keep eyes on Rex.Spoilered because metagaming....also, i made this. NSFW.
>>37473889You do the Lord's work, son.
>>37473889You've done it again!
>>37473605In favor of >>37473694
Hey, that is far tamer than what i intended before.
>>37474165okay now I want to see whatever you intended before
>>37473605>Refuse Petrov's offer.Refuse Petrov's offer, make Hoskins, Bullseye, and Red do the repairs. Yell at them when their repairs inevitably fail or cause further damage.
To add to the art pile and to show those who haven't seen it yet, here's a redalert!Raikov.
>>37474224this makes me want to use a weather control device on ALL OF THAT!
>>37474224nice work, that second conscript is having the time of his life
>>37474224>Red Alert with WitchesALL OF MY MONEY
>>37474165Well? Don't just leave us hanging.Spoiler if you must, but you've gotta tell us.
>>37474224>That tactical vodka deploying zeppelin10/10
>>37473605>>37473694This is good
>>37474224>Vodka KirovYESDRUNK KIROV BEST KIROV
>>37474224Nice.Obligatory hell marchhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9WqwFhX6Cqg
>>37474218>>37474277can we say.. "making sister for Laika". With Ahegao. And double V-sign.>>37474224Now i want to see Tesla Trooper on Strikers '89 verse.
>>37473605"How about this." You sigh. "My airmen will handle the actual repairs. Your guys can provide the parts and everything, but they can't approach the actual craft unless my guys give the go ahead. Is that acceptable?""A bit complicated, but yes, that can work." Petrov nods. "Now, the base commander has heard of your exploits, and is actually rather eager to meet you all. I'm authorized to give you a guided tour of Strana Mechty while you stay here.""Wow, that's pretty generous." You blink. "If you would come along, we can start right away!" Petrov smiles."Sir." Tarin slides in from out of the shadows. "Perhaps we should leave a guard detail here? Just in case.">Nah, I think Bullseye and Hoskins can handle it.>Yeah, we should leave some guards. (specify)>Other
>>37474351Shit man, I'm sweating from that alone.
>>37474358>>Yeah, we should leave some guards.Red and Rex. They seem the most likely to cause complications.
>>37474224>>37474327>>37474351>>37474358Fuck that. MERC SOVIET TERROR DRONES WHEN?!
>>37474358>Yeah, we should leave some guards. (specify)Rex, Ghost and Euclid>>37474351>can we say.. "making sister for Laika". With Ahegao. And double V-sign.you've got to draw this now
>>37474358>Yeah, we should leave some guards. (specify)Tarin. That should be enough.
>>37474358>>Yeah, we should leave some guards. (specify)Rex, Red and Ghost, maybe one of the jap witches to.
>>37474358>>Yeah, we should leave some guards. (specify)Tarin and RedI want rex along
>>37474358>Nah, I think Bullseye and Hoskins can handle it.
>>37474358>>Yeah, we should leave some guards. (specify)Red and Nung.I don't trust leaving Rex outside our sight for some metagaming reason...
>>37474358>Yeah, we should leave some guards. (specify)>Red and Rex
>>37474358>>37474358>Yeah, we should leave some guardsTarin, Red, you stay here.
>>37474358>Leave some guards>Let Merc Decide"You guys are way more uptight than the Americans my father met. Those Americans were wonderful comrades.">>37474351
>>37474420In universe they probably arn't robots but cyber/power armor for martians.
>>37474441What for? Abandon him to Konnie's tender mercies?
>>37474358>>Yeah, we should leave some guards. (specify)Red, Tarin
>>37474358>Leave some guardsOne of the jap witches, and mebbe Tarin.Besides, Tarin can turn invisible and scut the base, and the reds will not know if she is or isn't there.
>>37474358>Yeah, we should leave some guards. (specify)>Tarin, one otherI don't like the idea of leaving Red up to her own devices right now. She seems to be a bit jumpy
>>37474484I hope she thinks he's actually Frank for a while and due to listening to wacky outlandish story telling on the radio, thinks that Rex is Frank suffering from a convenient bout of amnesia.
>>37474358Okay, Red, Rex, and Tarin seem to be the most commonly suggested, so let's narrow it down!>Red>Rex>Tarin>A combination of the three (specify).
>>37474610>Rex>TarinRex for obvious reasons.Tarin because STEALTH AWAY
>>37474610>Red and Rex
>>37474610>Red and TarinKeep Rex with us, we need to make anons more upset when witches inevitably are drawn to him like moths to flame.
>>37474610>Red>RexMore I thought about it, this is better.
>>37474610Red and tarin.>>37474604I wanna hear how Petrov explain about twins to Konnie."So sometimes Comrade Stork brings a two identical babies..."
>>37474610>RedKeep Rex it'll be funny
>>37474771Wait how many Rex's do we have?
>>37474804Once the Rex is mass produced...
Hey, if you all want to leave Rex on guard duty, you'd better leave Ghost and Euclid with him too.Who know if Konnie decide to hunt instead of waiting?
>>37474610"Red, Rex, how about the two of you stay here?" You say."Awwwww, I gotta babysit?" Red pouts."It beats not risking you picking any fights with anybody on the base." You point out coolly. "Such little faith in me, Cap! That hurts my feelings!" Red says in mock sadness. "Fine, I'll stay and babysit the clowns.""I guess they can use an extra hand in fixing up the Ghost Hawk." Rex nods."All right, shall we continue, then?" Petrov says cheerfully. "Strana Mechty is a large facility, and there's so much to see! We have a number of recreational facilities, and we have a top of the line medical suite, which I'm sure would be a big help to some of your members!" You see Petrov's eyes slide over to Laika, who is begin carried by Janice in the absence of a wheelchair. It was quick and subtle, and you had almost missed it."Or I can bring you to see the base commander directly! He is rather eager to meet you!">Let's check out those recreational facilities.>Let's check out that medical suite.>Let's go see the base commander, then.>Other
>>37474971>Let's check out those recreational facilities.
>>37474971>Let's go see the base commander, then.
>>37474971>>Let's check out that medical suite.
>>37474971>>Let's check out that medical suite.>>37475002>>37475027>>37475029I love tg
>>37474971>Let's go see the base commander, then
>>37474971>Let's go see the base commander, then.Business first, don't wanna be in Putinistan any longer than we need to be.
>>37475042>whining about samefagging this quickly>>37474971>Let's go see the base commander, then.
>>37474971>>Let's check out those recreational facilities.
>>37474971>Let's check out that medical suite.
>>37475079Anon's just noting how the first 3 votes are all 3 options, not samefagging
>>37475079>samefagging>not one vote for everything almost immediately
>>37475098Chances are they don't have any spare prostheses, but let's see what the hell they have.
>>37475079>Three completely different votes>samefagging
>>37474971>>Let's go see the base commander, then.I want to see Kostantina and Natalya
>>37474971Let's go see the base commander
Is it me or does anyone find it kind of funny PJ89 gets more fan art then SW89 or SWQ?
>>37475359Everybody is too busy wanting to kill planefag than drawfag for him
>>37475359It's Merc in general. He tends to get arts.
>>37475359Pretty sure SW89 has about the same number of fanart, but the fact they're both in the same universe and time period makes it kinda hard to tell if it's SW89, PJ89, or a crossover.
>>37475418Really, I just mostly see Decu art of SW89 or the fact that Merc actually uses his fanart more the Ghost does.
>>37475526it's probably the second, I'm bad when it comes to using fanart in the quest. That's something I really, really need to work on. Just saying I appreciate every piece isn't much when I never use them.
>>37474971"Okay, let's go see the base commander then." You say."Excellent!" Petrov nods and leads your little procession through. "I would ask that you refrain from bringing weapons onto the base, as we don't want any misunderstandings, though we will allow you to bring personal sidearms as a gesture of goodwill.""You're too generous." You nod."They're being awfully nice." Janice whispers to you. "A little too nice. It seems they're trying awfully hard to impress us.""Yeah, I've been getting that impression, too." You whisper back. "Why's that? We're technically the enemy.""Siberia is a long way off from Moscow. Perhaps they have differing ambitions?""Well, we'll find out.""And did you see how he looked at Laika like that?" Janice asks. A bit concerned."You caught it too? Yeah, it was odd. You think they know who she is?" You ask."I hope not. That might cause complications." Janice frowns."Well, I never saw him before, and I've never been to this base before, so I don't think they're connected to my project." Laika points out. Still, it was a bit concerning-(cont)
>>37475526You also have to consider the couple dozen or so pieces Decu made for SW 89, plus the half-dozen other or so made by Shitscribbler, MF, and others.Actually, I don't think the number of PJ-specific fanart has even hit twenty, probably 15 at the most.
>>37475586"We are here!" Petrov's voice interrupts your thoughts as you arrive a large office door. He slowly opens it to reveal a large office, and one man sitting behind an equally large desk. Upon looking at the commander, you could immediately tell that the guy was a spook, not a soldier. Indeed, you could see he was dressed in a suit, not a regular uniform, and the logo of the KGB graced several pictures and plaques in the office."Captain Pierce, this is the commander of Strana Mechty, Colonel Vladimir Putin." Petrov says."Captain Pierce." Putin says, his Russian accent much thicker than Petrov's, indicating he was less familiar with English. "It is a great pleasure to see you.""It's a pleasure to meet you, too." You force a smile and shake his hand."I am sure you have many questions." He says.>So what is the KGB doing all the way out here?>Why exactly did you decide to help us?>You're Sirius, aren't you?>Other
>>37475610>>Why exactly did you decide to help us?>>You're Sirius, aren't you?>>37475526TBH, Merc do seems have more drawfag on his quests than Ghost.There are at least 4 drawfags on ACQ alone.
>>37475610>So what is the KGB doing all the way out here?
>>37475610>Why exactly did you decide to help us?
>>37475610>>Why exactly did you decide to help us?
>>37475610>You're Sirius, aren't you?>Why exactly did you decide to help us?
>>37475610>>You're Sirius, aren't you?>>37475603I think we barely rich a dozen of Decu art.
>>37475610>>Why exactly did you decide to help us?Best to stay out of things that don't concern us.
>>37475610>>You're Sirius, aren't you?>Why exactly did you decide to help us?
>>37475739He gave us 4 pieces of Merlin art, 2 pieces of Mav art, 3 pieces of Katya art, 1 piece of Ice art, 1 piece of Merlin/Ice art, 1 piece of Slider art, 1 piece of Sharktwins art, 1 piece of Bridgitte art, and there are probably a few others I'm missing.
>>37475885Oh must have miscounted, my bad.
>>37475610"Why exactly did you decide to help us?" You ask. "We're technically enemies, after all.""As Petrov must have told you, it is a mistake to think there are only two sides to every war." Putin gives you a sly smile. "What if I told you that you are not the first group of Americans to step foot in this base?""We're not?" You blink."Quite some time ago, Frank Bishop himself walked these halls, by my invitation, of course." Putin smiles smugly. "Of course, that is a highly guarded secret.""What would he be doing here of all places?" Janice asks."Because he needed to see the truth with his own two eyes." Putin sighs. "That what I'm doing here is for the good of not just Russia, but humanity as a whole.""What are you talking about?" You're starting to get confused now."To put it bluntly, we have reason to believe that the Martians have infiltrated the highest levels of leadership within the Soviet Union." Putin says.The room goes cold and silent. Everybody remembered the Martian War and all the death and destruction it had caused.(cont)
>>37476274"You're lying!" Euclid bursts out. "The colonies demilitarized and the Martians on Mars are extinct!""And what hard proof do we have of that?" Putin retorts and turns back to you. "Think about it. Stalin suddenly declares war on the world, and opens up fronts almost everywhere at once, draining the resources of every major militarized power? And the UN's first line of defense against Martian orbital attacks just happens to be located in Russia? If that is not a prelude to a Martian invasion, I do not know what is."You turn to Petrov, who confirms Putin's words with a solemn nod."I have been doing my best behind the scenes to limit Stalin and the Politburo's damage." Putin continues. "By hiding the most elite units of our army in Siberia, as well as the construction of this base, designed to upgrade our witches to a powerful force.""Upgrade?" You raise an eyebrow. "As in new strikers?""No... new witches." Putin smiles. "Would you like to see Lazarus?">Okay, show me Lazarus.>What a second, you still haven't explained everything...>Other
>>37476294>Okay, show me Lazarus.
>>37476294>>Okay, show me Lazarus.
>>37476294>>What a second, you still haven't explained everything...Might as well.
>>37476294>>What a second, you still haven't explained everything...>OtherYou can explain on the way
>>37476294>What a second, you still haven't explained everything...EXPOSITION HO!
>>37476294>Show us Lazarus, but explain more about the Martian plot.There's gotta be more to it than that.
>>37476294>What a second, you still haven't explained everything...>"No... new witches."Yeah, turst Putin, what could go wrong. Christ.
>>37476361Putin's a guud goy
>>37476294>Okay, show me Lazarus.>OtherAnd you can explain to me along the way.
I hate to be the guybutVDNI JANICE WHEN
>>37476745Never, the only ports and docking she'll have is with Pierce's spear.
>>37476745VDNI's for Steelwing pilots, Witches need not apply.
>>37476774>>37476775>>37476778>Falling for the joke hook, line, and STRIKER>IWasSettingUpForAPun.gif
>>37476819What kind of pun requires two separate posts of setup? Why didn't you just deliver the pun in the previous post?
>>37476819>I was being retarded on purpose!
>>37476874>>37476917Well, you can say that my pun>pic relatedwas a POST-SCRIPT.>YEEEAAAAHHHHHH>>37476876Indeed I was, figured I'd mess up the thread, with all the tension of Strana Mechty and all.Also, I think Drunk Kirov got to me.
>>37476294"How about you explain on the way?" You ask."Gladly." Putin sits up from his desk and strides forward. Petrov loyally steps aside to allow Putin to exit. You and your witches follow him, though you are wary of the heavy Spetsnaz escort as well. Thankfully, they keep their distance, lurking several meters behind the group, but still making their presence known. "You see, as an agent of the KGB, it is not only my duty to protect the Motherland from external threats, but from those within as well." Putin says as he walks down the sterile white halls of the base. "During my work as a simple agent, I noticed... inconsistencies. Elite units being shuffled into backwater deployments. Founding new units through aggressive recruiting and conscription while disbanding older units. Today, you'll hardly find a man in the Soviet military that's fought in the Martian War, or is directly affiliated with one. It is slow and subtle, but Stalin has effectively been brainwashing his own army to follow him and only him. Those whose loyalty he cannot rely on, he sends to die. Tell me, how did Alaska fare for us?"You remember that front. So many people from both sides died for a rather unimportant slab of ice. No offense to Alaska, but it just wasn't quite as strategically important as say, New York or Hawaii."As I understand, you practically lost your entire Pacific fleet." You say."Just as he planned." Putin says. "And further drawing out the war and bleeding his enemies.""Okay, so what's the deal with Lazarus?" You ask."Lazarus is a machine capable of both fabricating advanced cybernetic prosthesis as well as the surgically implanting them onto the host body.""So you're saying you can make an army of cyborgs?" Nungesser asks."Hardly. Lazarus has limited production capability, so we save it for special cases, such as witches." Putin brings you to an observation room, where he hits a button.(cont)
>>37476972Security shutters then slide open and the lights darken to reveal an operating room. Down below, you could see an unconscious witch on an operating table. In addition to a team of doctors, you could see a bundle of robotic arms dangling from the ceiling digging into her flesh. You notice that her arm and leg were jet black. Obviously not natural. "Oh my god!" Janice gasps and covers Laika's eyes. "What happened to her?""A victim of 'friendly' fire." Putin scowls. "Hit by one of our own S-300 missiles when the radar crew misidentified her. She lost her left arm and leg, and suffer massive internal injuries and burns over the rest of her body. It's honestly a miracle she survived long enough to be brought here.""And what are they doing to her?" You ask, pointing to both the human and robotic surgeons. "Are they fixing her?""Not only that. Improving her." Putin grins. "Our heal witches are not as numerous as those in the West, and they aren't nearly as skilled either. Lazarus is our best resource for both quickly healing injured witches as well as increasing their capability.""How, exactly?""As you can see, we have given her artificial limbs, and will be replacing most of her damaged organs with synthetic copies. We will even be rebuilding her ribcage and reinforcing it with carbon fiber and composite materials. The end result is a witch who will be faster, stronger, and will be more efficient with both magic use and striker integration. A witch that will be needed in the coming conflict.""You're saying that witches won't be enough to defend against the Martians?" You raise an eyebrow."The Martian War was over forty years ago. The Martians have had plenty of time to figure out ways to counter witches." Putin explains. "Our only option is to improve them.">That's pretty amazing.>I dunno, it just seems wrong.>Other
>>37476989>That's pretty amazing.
>>37476989>I dunno, it just seems wrong.
>>37476989>I dunno, it just seems wrong.>But also>That's pretty amazing.
>>37476989>>That's pretty amazingYes! Caught up to PJ Witches today!
>>37476989>Other>Implying technology alone won the war>Implying we can't win the inevitable FINAL BOSS FIGHT with HARD WORK AND GUTS!!!!>NORIKO TAKAYA INTENSIFIES
>>37477054About- hahaha. nevermind.
>>37476989>That's pretty amazing.>Do they consent?https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iTFMcdYq9SYJapanese total cyborg witches when
>>37476989>Other>What about the side effects?It's cool that they're up and running again instead of just dead, but what's their daily civilian life gonna be like? Also will magnets remove their inhibitions?
>>37477068>STMC whenAlso>HHOOMMIIINNNGGG LLLAAAAZZZZZEEERRRR>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SQj2dQj0iO8
>>37477068Damn it ghost!
>>37477068Goddammit ghost of all the times
>>37476989>OtherThat is incredible, but sicking as well. They don't seem to be much left to make them human now. Just what are the effects the cybernetics do to them?
>>37477172That Polish witch POW who was "upgraded" and then sent home alongside Fronk, Young, and Churchill at the end of Fronk's trip to Strana Mechty wasn't abnormal in any way.
>>37476989>On paper, I could see the logic in that, but seeing it in person... I don't know, it just rubs me the wrong way.
>>37477068I swear to the Hakurei Gods Ghost, if anybody in VF-3 becomes trapped in space for 12,000 years...
>>37477339....hmm. lemme... uh. edit. this. then. yes. edit. hahahaha!
>>37477263Does the MC know of that? I always thought that witches can make magic with their flesh and blood bodies. If they go full cyborg, will they lose it? (as per shadowrun essence loss concept)
>>37477366DAMN IT GHOST! You are NOT helping!
>>37477366ghost plsDont make us post the ghostdiva lewds.
>>37476989"It's amazing, I'll give you that, but I do have reservations about it." You frown. "I mean, there have to be major side effects, right?""Nothing that's not unusual for regular amputees or patients just out of major surgery." Putin shrugs. "The cybernetic parts we put in are designed to me more durable than what they replace, so there is no worry of post operation damage or injuries. And since the cybernetics are not biological, we have no worries about the patient's immune system rejecting the replacements.""It's sick! Twisted!" Euclid spits."Oh? Pity. I believe you could seriously benefit from an augmented arm." Putin shrugs."You would be able to handle bow draw strengths several magnitudes of what you can handle now.""No way!" Euclid shouts. "I'd-""Euclid, that's enough." Jetstream grunts. "I apologize for my subordinate's outburst. It's just that we don't quite agree with this.""Oh? Interesting coming from the Japanese. Perhaps you'd like to come clean with what Unit 731 did during-""Comrade Putin, I believe this isn't the time for that." Petrov interrupts and turns to you. "I'm sorry, but Colonel Putin can get quite confrontational when provoked.""No worries." You turn to Jetstream and Euclid. "Try to keep it down. We're guests here, after all.""Yes, sir." Jetstream bows apologetically and at the same time reaches out and forces Euclid's head down in a bow as well."I don't know about you, but that sounds rather cool." Nungesser whistles. "I am almost tempted myself!""Now, where were we?" Putin coughs. "Ah yes, Lazarus enhancements. Perhaps you'd like some, Captain? I heard you had experienced some rather severe injuries at the hands of one of our witches. This would be a good chance at preventing something like that from happening ever again. I made the same offer to Frank Bishop and he appeared to be highly interested.""Huh...">No, I'm good with the way I am right now.>What kind of upgrades are we talking about...?>Other
>>37477366Oh it's time now.
>>37477366>>37477388>>37477392That's it.We're no longer facing the Martians.>STMCs, STMCs everywhere>SUDDENLY>Buster Machine 1 and 2>Merlin does the GUNBUSTER POSE>SUPER INAZUMA KICK!!!! INTENSIFIES
>>37477420>No, I'm good with the way I am right now.
>>37477420>>No, I'm good with the way I am right now.Thanks for the offer, though.
>>37477420>>Other>"Did he take you up on it?"
>>37477420>>No, I'm good with the way I am right now.
>>37477420>>What kind of upgrades are we talking about...?Lets hear it out first.Considering that we're not really magical, lets see what he has.
>>37477420>>What kind of upgrades are we talking about...?enhanced pelvis..?..no, seriously. While we don't need it, i want to know what has in mind.
>>37477420>No, I'm good with the way I am right now.Our human body is one the most unique thinks we can say we truly own.
>>37477420>No, I'm good with the way I am right now.>But about a certain two-leg amputee...
>>37477420>No, I'm good with the way I am right now.Besides, we just spent way too much time in reserve, don't want to spend any more time not being Big Damn Heroes.
>>37477420>>No, I'm good with the way I am right now.>What kind of upgrades are we talking about...?Just ask out of curiosity. And no, Nun, Bullseye will never survive an augmented you during sex.>>37477368Fronk does, but Pierce doesn't.
>>37477420>No, I'm good with the way I am right nowUsually I'm totally on board with being a motherfucking cyborg but I'm just not sure right now
>>37477493>And no, Nun, Bullseye will never survive an augmented you during sex.So we only need to augment Bullseye too!
>>37477420 >>What kind of upgrades are we talking about...?
>>37477420>What kind of upgrades are we talking about...?
>>37477420>OtherIf I get really messed up, I might take you up on it. By the way, have you two undergone any upgrades yourself?
>>37477420>>What kind of upgrades are we talking about...?
>>37477420>>No, I'm good with the way I am right now.Giving Laika legs?
>>37477420>>What kind of upgrades are we talking about...?Dildo dicks that Janice would love? Literally ribbed for her pleasure?
>>37477522Stop, Mangafag, the WORLD will not survive that!
>>37477420>>No, I'm good with the way I am right now.Though I do know a little girl who could use a new pair of legs
So can we and should we get Laika some cyber legs?
>>37477420>What kind of upgrades are we talking about...?Can't hurt to have a look. Interesting that he presents Frank's opinion as that, though.
>>37477658Part of me says yesBut another says THINK NIGGA
So, who'd be the superior cybernetic cuteness? VDNI Merlin or Cyborg Laika?
>>37477547>If I get really messed up, I might take you up on it. By the way, have you two undergone any upgrades yourself?Oo, a question worth asking. Wonder if we can ask anyone that's undergone the procedures.
>>37477698Laika of course.
>>37477130Damn you I spat my drink. That pic. I wonder if the artist has done a roman legion accompanied by an ED-2000
>>37477658 Then Laika becomes to heavy to piggyback with her cyberlegs.
>>37477658I would want her to get some.
>>37477757Nah, they just make them lightweight or detachable so she can take them off in the cockpit or when we want to carry her around.
>>37477738Welcome back to the 90's and Age of Empires, anon.Pic related.
That witch hit by the S-300 sure as hell didn't ask for this.>>37477698This is a dangerous question anon.
>>37477769Maybe get the guys at engineering to fit a storage area in the cockpit for the legs.
>>37477420"No, I'm good with the way I am right now." You shake your head. "I imagine Frank Bishop didn't take you up on your offer either?""Regrettably, he didn't." Putin shakes his head. "He was in a rather big hurry.""I see." You nod. "Well, I sort of am, too. We have to get our two charges back to base as soon as possible. How are they, by the way?""Well, our doctors say John Murphy is only slightly malnourished and doesn't need any special care. Your witch Aila is stable but still in serious condition. We've given her a strong does of antibiotics.""Is she safe to move?" "She is, but the doctors don't recommend it." Petrov shakes his head."Well, considering your physical condition, you don't seem to be in need of augmentation." Putin says and then turns to Laika. "But this little one does. How would you like to be able to walk normally, Laika Kaidanovsky?""Y-you know my name?!" Laika gasps."I am KGB. It is my business to know these things." Putin smiles. "Do not worry. Your secret is safe with me.""You mean you can Laika legs?" Janice asks."Yes. Lazarus is more than capable of that, and they will be just as good, no, better than regular ones." Putin boasts. "Of course, that would mean she would have to stay behind for us to complete the procedure.""Whoa, wait, you want us to leave Laika here with you?" You blink."W-w-w-what?!" Laika squeals in surprise."I assure you, Captain, our care for witches and amenities rival that of any Russian witch hold." Putin says. "Laika will be comfortable, and safe, here."You turn to look at Laika, who is now clinging to Janice even tighter. Yeah, you understood why she wouldn't want to stay. Hell, YOU didn't want her to stay, but if it meant her getting legs...>Laika doesn't need new legs.>Laika needs new legs.>How about we see your witches first?>Other
>>37477698Well, you'll have to contend with Lime, Cherry, and Bloodberry first anon.>Saber Marionette J intensifies
>>37477789>>OtherMaybe after all of this ended, Sir.>>How about we see your witches first?
>>37477789>How about we see your witches first?
>>37477789>>Laika doesn't need new legs.>scaring the daughteruNo, Putin. No.
>>37477789>>How about we see your witches first?>then Ask Laika.
>>37477789>>How about we see your witches first?
>>37477789>Other"Your choice Laika, I'll support you whatever you choose."
>>37477789>Laika doesn't need new legs.The daughteru doesn't want to stay, therefore she will not stay!
>>37477789>Laika needs new legs.>OtherBut ONLY if us and Janice and Tarin can stay here with her.
>>37477789>How about we see your witches first?>OtherAsk Laika if she wants to get new legs. But we can't be here with her then.Also, still ask Putin and Petrov if they got augmented.
>>37477789>How about we see your witches first?I wonder if that witch that was in the operating room when Fronk came around is still here...Also>Witch AilaBest Finnish Gunpla Witch?
>>37477789>Other"You wouldn't mind having Janice and I stay if Laika opted for the procedure would you?"then>How about we see your witches first?
>>37477789>>37477849This and >>37477867
>>37477433would you fucking stop holy shit
>>37477867And how does Pierce get home? Laika has a plane that I think seats one, Janice has strikers, Pierce is just a dude
>>37477945the ghost hawk can come back and pick us up or Putin can give us a ride.
>>37477945Well the first options that come to mind are Bullseye and the crew come back and pick us up when its done, or they stay here with us, with the facilities here, Aila and Murphy will be fine and Aila will probably be in better condition to be moved then.
>>37477912He mad?He mad.
Hmm... on one hand, we need to get back to work.On the other hand, hijinks with Konnie and Nutella....I'm torn, /tg/.
>>37478024Well one of our patients isn't safe to be moved right now, and who knows how long the repairs to the Ghost Hawk will take with only the flight crew doing them?
>>37477789>How about we see your witches first?Uh, guys? There's still a war going on, we shouldn't sit here for days while people are out there dying. Save the legs for after the war.
>>37478024>>37478048Long enough for Hijinks, maybe not enough for Laika's Leg.Unless the process is very fast, Laika's Leg must wait until we shave the Stalin's grand whisker.
>>37478120>Shave Stalin's grand whiskerI don't think that'll be easy, MF...
>>37477789"You wouldn't mind having Janice and I stay if Laika opted for the procedure, would you?" You ask."I'm sure we could make arrangements." Putin nods. "But the process can takes weeks. Not just for fabrication and surgery, but rehabilitation as well. I am not sure whether you or your superiors would be happy for you to be out of action for weeks.""He does have a point." Janice frowns. "Even thought I want to stay with Laika so badly, we are still part of the Air Force.""Right..." You sigh. "Laika, what do you think?""I... I don't know." She mutters, burying her face in Janice's shoulder."Perhaps we should tour our facilities, then? Introduce you all to the other witches here?" Petrov suggests."Excellent idea." Putin nods."Ummm..." You frown. "You don't happen to have a witch by the name of Ivanna Raikov here, do you?""Ah, I can safely say that she is all the way in Vladivostok, so you have nothing to fear from her." Putin gives you a wry grin. "She is doing rather well for herself at the moment.""I see..." You say, not sure if that was a good thing or not. (cont)
>>37478228Putin and Petrov lead you to a large recreational area. To one side, you could see a large library. To the other, a gym and other athletic facilities. Hell, you think you even see a full size movie theater. You see a few Russian witches, similarly augmented, milling about, though the place feels oddly empty."There more witches, here." Putin says, as if he knew what you were thinking. "Captured NATO witches that I managed to have transferred here. Part of the reason Frank Bishop came was to help return them to their countries of origin.""But you didn't get them all." You say, indirectly referencing Aila, who had been rotting away in the Gulag all this time."Unfortunately, my reach is limited, and the KGB's activities are always under close scrutiny." Putin sighs. "The Gulag is a GRU holding facility, which is out of my jurisdiction."Meanwhile, Jetstream, Euclid, and Nungesser have wandered off to talk to a trio of Russian witches, leaving you with Janice, Laika, and Ghost. You look around and see one lone witch with short silver hair, sitting at a table and eating alone.>Join the group conversation.>Talk to the lone witch.>Other
>>37478246>>Talk to the lone witch.
>>37478246>Talk to the lone witch.>[Curiosity intensifies].gif
>>37478246>>Talk to the lone witchKonstantina or Natlya
>>37478246> Talk to the lone witch
>>37478246>Talk to the lone witch.
>>37478246>>Talk to the lone witch.Stalinka? Is that you?
>>37478246>>Talk to the lone witch.>one lone witch with short silver hairHmmm.HMMMMM.CURIOSITY BECKONS
>>37478282No, Konstantina has LONG hair.
>>37478346>>37478282>>37478273You know, I don't think Konstantina ever said anything about having sisters.
>>37478346So Natalya? Please Merc let us meet Stalinka before we leave, preferably bothering Rex.Maybe calling him 'Brother in law'
>>37478246>>Talk to the lone witch.Googles "anime girl short silver hair". omg so many
Must be cause I just watched it but I instantly thought of Anya from Idolm@ster CG.
>>37478368There is a good chance she already silently watching Rex on hangar. While the Russian crew warns Rex:"don't look at her, for God's sake. Pretend she is not here, and hope your boss returned soon."...anyway, why for some reason most Russian Girls on mah chinese cartoon often depicted with silver hair..
>>37478368She probably doesn't know what a Brother In Law is.But it could be super interesting.
I tried to scrounge up my Reaction Images folder but the only short-silver haired character I have is Sakuya.
>>37478470I think she does since she believes that she is Frank true love/bride. >>37478465Why did we leave Rex behind, we must see Stalinka!
Inb4Laika: "...Mom? I thought you died!"
>>37478545You think that would be good? I mean, Laika's parents were great test pilots, but, I dunno if Putin would be interested in them that much.
>>37478246You head over to the lone witch. She apparently hears you approach and turns to face you, staring at you with cold, dead eyes. You stop in your tracks as if frozen by ice.Now you kind of understand why this witch was all by herself. Something just felt... off about her."Ah, Natalya!" Petrov rushes forward. "Where is Konstantina! I thought she was with you?""No." Natalya says simply."Do you know where she is?"Natalya looks to the left, and then to the right and shrugs."No."You can't help but feel this was all very familiar. "Interesting girl." You hear Tarin mutter.Ah."Oh dear." Petrov says, obviously concerned. "Comrade Putin, permission to find Konstantina? I fear what would happen if she were allowed to wander with guests present...""Granted." Putin nods. "Please find her quickly."With that, Petrov dashes off with a squad of Spetsnaz."Captain Pierce, this is Natalya." Putin says, motioning to the dead-eyed girl. "One of our youngest witches here, but she is one of our more promising ones.>Is there a reason why she's so creepy?>Promising?>Other
>>37478588>>Promising?>>OtherGo forward, greet the nutella. Bring Laika forward.
>>37478588>Is there a reason why she's so creepy?I'm really curious as to why Natalya is Nagato/Rei-tier.Also, Natalya vs Tarin Staredown Showdown, who will win?
>>37478588>>Promising?>>"Oh dear." Petrov says, obviously concerned. "Comrade Putin, permission to find Konstantina? I fear what would happen if she were allowed to wander with guests present..."...i know we should've leave Rex with Ghost and Euclid....>>37478647There is no winner in dividing zero, anon.
>>37478588>>Other"How young?"Pet her head like a dumbass
>>37478588>>Promising?Yay, Nutella!>>37478647Whoever wins, Laika will be terrified at night.
>>37478669We shouldn't have. That is what I was saying before. I want to see Stalinka....
>>37478588>Promising?>Is there a reason why she's so creepy?
>>37478588>Promising?>Is there a reason why she's so creepy?Knowing that she's creepy because of essence loss is probably a good thing. Or something we need to establish as false, either way.
>>37478694>Laika wakes up to drink some water>turns on the kitchen light>suddenly, lights go off as she closes the fridge>deadpan "HEY">THISISNTAGRAVE.gif>>37478669WE SHOULD STILL GO AHEAD WITH DIVIDING, MF, FOR SCIENCE!!!
>>37478588What do "dead" eyes even mean?
>>37478795The look in their eyes when you rape them.
>>37478748...t-t-thanks for the mental image, Anon. I think I'm going to night terror myself tonight...
>>37478795You know whenever someone gets mind-controlled in anime? How the their eyes look dull and lightless? It's something like that.
>>37478795Think Rei Ayanami or Nagato Yuki man.
>>37478829former might be valid, not so much the latter
>>37478829Every time I think of Nagato, I wind up with Nagamon instead.http://danbooru.donmai.us/pools/8242
>>37478823I AIM TO PLEASE
>>37478871Superior Nagamon is superior.
>>37478588"Promising?" You ask. "In what way?""Well, I cannot give away all of my secrets." Putin grins slyly. "But suffice to say, Natalya here has a rather unique ability that would give even Frank Bishop, erm, what would you American call it... a run for his money."Really now...Janice, Laika, and Tarin take a seat across from Natalya. Laika tries to hide behind Janice's arm, while Janice herself tries to hide her discomfort. Tarin, meanwhile, gets into a staring contest with Natalya."Are they...?" Putin asks."Yes." You sigh.>Might as well see how it plays out.>Better nip this in the bud.>Other
>>37478901>>Might as well see how it plays out."do you guys have popcorn here?"
>>37478901>Might as well see how it plays out."Keep the weapons sheathed Tarin. I don't care what else you do."
>>37478901>Might as well see how it plays out.No stopping it now!>OtherIs Natalya augmented as well?
>>37478901>Might as well see how it plays out.Yes.
>>37478901>>Might as well see how it plays out.>Join in!!>Cast bets.
>>37478901>>Might as well see how it plays out.Place your bets!
>>37478901>Might as well see how it plays out.YESCALLED ITTIME FOR SIOPAO
>>37478901>>Might as well see how it plays out.
Rolled 3 (1d20)>>37478901>OtherMake faces behind Tarin at Natalya.Rolling for effectiveness.
>>37478949>>37478950Fifty bucks to the one with no emotion.
Rolled 8 (1d20)>>37478985
Rolled 9 (1d20)>>37478949>>Cast bets.High roll that this contest interrupted by Konnie.
>>37478901>Might as well see how it plays out.>Other"How long would it take to fabricate legs for Laika and would your people be able to do the operation on her in a allied base close by?"
>>37478901>Might as well see how it plays out.
>>37479020>>37478999>>37478985Oh, so we use AtA to roll who wins now?
Rolled 2 (1d20)>>37478985Clearly Tarin does not lose focus. She's a highly trained and hardened operator. She can ignore Pierce pretty well when he gets out of hand, right?
Rolled 14 (1d20)>>37478985Rollan
>>37478901And they just stare.And stare.And stare.AND STARE.They're still staring as Petrov returns, his men forcibly dragging another silver haired in with no small amount of effort."Ah, I see you've found her." Putin nods. "Where was she hiding?""She was in the hangar attempting to make contact with Rex Bishop." Petrov sighs. "And then she got into a fight with the witch present.""You mean Red?" You blink. "Is she okay?""If either witch had any serious injury, it would be to their pride." Petrov shakes his head. "And you should know better than to disobey orders like that, Konstantina.""But he is the brother my love!" Konstatina wails. "I wanted him to tell me all of his deepest darkest secrets so I may know every detail about my future husband!""In any case, it is rude and unprofessional." Petrov huffs. "Now you shall stay here like the good witch you are.""But- but-""Konstantina." Putin says. His voice is calm and even, but with plenty of force behind it. "Stand down.""Yes, Comrade Putin." Konstatina visibly deflates.Throughout all this, Tarin and Natalya were still staring at one another, much to Petrov's confusion."Is this-""Yes, this is completely normal." You assure him."H-hey!" Ghost walks up to Konstantina. "W-why were you b-bothering Rex?!""I just wanted to find out more about my love!" Konstatina says with the dreaminess of a girl with a heavy crush. "Ah, you must the guests Comrades Putin and Petrov mentioned! Please, can you tell me more about my love, the Butcher of the Bering Sea?"(cont)
>>37479359Huh, that name sounded familiar. If you recall correctly, that was one of the titles Frank Bishop had picked up.Wait a minute, could this girl be-Wait, if you recall the stories correctly, Frank Bishop had more than one witch vying for his attention. Maybe it wasn't so surprising after all."Not personally, no.""Then you are of no interest to me!" Konstantina huffs and stomps off. "I shall be returning to my quarters!""Are all your witches this odd?" You ask Putin."Are yours?" Putin shoots back."Touche." You concede."Now, back to the matter at hand." Putin looks at you again. Would you agree to have Laika stay here for the operation?You turn to Laika. "Well, Laika?""No! I wanna stay with you and Janice!" Laika shakes her head rapidly. "I don't wanna stay with the big scary man!"Putin's face remains stoic but you can almost swear he was slightly hurt by those words.>Laika, I think you should stay.>You heard her. We'll be taking our leave when we can.>Other
>>37479374>You heard her. We'll be taking our leave when we can.The daughteru's word is absolute!
>>37479374>>You heard her. We'll be taking our leave when we can.
>>37479374>>Other>OOH, BURN, PUTIN, BURN!!>High-five Laika
>>37479374....I wish we had brought Rex with us, just to hear information on Frank.
>>37479374>>Other"We appreciate your gesture but please understand her. I wished the best for her, but now is not the right time."
>>37479374I like this one, Very professional and diplomatic. Seconding!>>37479411
>>37479374>>37479411this and"How long would it take to fabricate legs for Laika and would your people be able to do the operation on her in a allied base close by?"
>>37479374May as well ask >>37479475>"How long would it take to fabricate legs for Laika and would your people be able to do the operation on her in a allied base close by?"
>>37479411Gonna agree with this post here as well. Best to smooth things over with him while leaving the options open for the future.
>>37479374>>37479411I support this.I wish we had more time with Konstantina. It would have been amusing to had her confuse Rex for Frank.
>>37479374seconding >>37479411 & >>37479475
>>37479374>You heard her. We'll be taking our leave when we can.>>37479475It's not just fabricating the legs and slapping them on, it's weeks of rehabilitation since she needs to learn how to walk.
I just realized something. Konnie just walked off and we didn't get the chance to tell her we challenged Frank to a piggy back race and beat him. I would loved to see her reaction to that.
>>37479567>It's not just fabricating the legs and slapping them on, it's weeks of rehabilitation since she needs to learn how to walk.I know, but if his men can do the surgery at an allied base, she can do the rehab there in friendly territory, that's the big time consuming part, the reason why she would need to stay.If he can get the legs fab'd, and bring them to us and do the op, then she can do rehab in japan or SK where we can visit all the time.
>>37479411This. This is good
>>37479567We know anon, its why that anon specified for them to do the operation at a US base, so she wouldn't have to spend weeks here in Siberia.
>>37479584... Crud. The shitstorm that will ensue...WE SHOULD STILL PURSUE THIS COURSE OF ACTION
>>37479584Your kind of right. I want a bit more screentime with her....
>>37479567Thats why its better if her rehab can be done in our territory.
>>37479567thats what the >would your people be able to do the operation on her in a allied base close by?addresses
>>37479615I would imagine her fuming a bit before relenting that it is natural for the harlot to be with Frank. Since even she knows she is kind of important to Frank.
>>37479374"We appreciate your gesture, but unfortunately, it's just not a good time right now." You sigh. "Really, I want the best for Laika, but it appears she very much wants to stay with us.""Understandable. I was probably asking for too much anyways." Putin sighs. Once repairs are complete you are free to leave. I will be sure to keep an air corridor open so that you may leave unmolested.""Thanks." You nod.Tarin and Natalya are still staring.---It only takes a few more hours for the flight crew to patch the fuel lines and the Ghost Hawk is ready to go. During that time, you mingle with the other Russian witches present, who regale you of stories from the European front. Some of them had even went up against Frank Bishop himself, only to get shot down or chased off. They all viewed him with more than a bit of respect, and seemed normal enough. They also seemed rather adamant that Konstantina and Natalya were NOT representative of them all, and that they were the odd ones of the bunch.(cont)
>>37479672Still, that didn't mean Janice didn't try to make a connection, being the nice one that she was. She forced an end to the staring contest and tried to teach Natalya manners and how to be a good housewife. It was... partially successful. Now, instead of just showing up out of nowhere and staring at you with dead eyes, Natalya would now just show up out of nowhere, staring at you with dead eyes, while carrying a tray of freshly made tea and biscuits.Well... it was progress at least. However, the time comes to leave, and you note that Laika seems to be the one most eager to get into her plane and leave. You suppose that something about Strana Mechty reminded her of her old life. Something she wanted to bury."Good luck, Captain Pierce." You hear Putin say on the radio. "You too, Colonel Putin." You respond as the Ghost Hawk's engines fire up.This war was just getting weirder and weirder, you thought.>And that's it for tonight! As always, next thread is next week. Don't forget Ace Combat on Friday and Cyberpunk Idols on Saturday!
>>37479685thanks for the thread Merc
>>37479685Thanks for today Boss.>you note that Laika seems to be the one most eager to get into her plane and leaveOh boy...
>>37479685Thanks Merc.Sad we couldn't tell Konnie about the piggyback race tho.
Who else got the feeling in Janice didn't intervene Tarin and Natalya would have slowly embraced and kissed?
>>37479685Thanks for the run, Merc!>>37479751So they're like Red and Raikov?
>>37479751Bro, that's not how it would've ended.They'd hold hands.
More Raikov, then?++Orlov's witches—Orlov's other witches—were dismal, Ivanna Raikov decided. "Again." She barked, looking at the steel plates downrange—a mere six hundred meters. The three girls, to their credit, began firing again without complaint, their forms awful, producing nothing but another series of holes in the armored backstop. The task which she had set out for them was elementary; yet these girls were barely able to hit their targets even while using their power—let alone do so consistently. They were unable to hit anything while moving, and Raikov, frankly, had been almost scared to see what their capabilities were in close combat—all of them carried the issued bayonet, but that was it. What, Raikov seethed internally, had their instructors taught them? Finally, frustrated with their lack of ability, she yelled for a cease fire. It should have been an instant thing—three shooters, in a closed range like this? Not a round should have left the barrel after she yelled, yet, she counted a full half-dozen further shots after her command before the three of them stopped and lowered their weapons. Raikov fought the rising tide of frustration and anger—she knew it wouldn't do to treat these girls poorly, Orlov would never stand for it. Still, they shouldn't even be here—they should still be in a basic training camp, somewhere to the west, still learning the simple skills they so clearly had yet to master. She realized that this was why Orlov had assigned her to train them—and he had hinted that he'd be relying on her to lead them in combat as well. This scared her. Despite what Anya and Mariya may have insisted, their deaths were her fault, if for no other reason than the fact that she had been their nominal leader. True, Orlov then, as now, had been in command, but Raikov was the eldest of the witches and the one selected to lead before they'd been deployed. More than a small part of her shuddered at the similarity.
>>37479685Why didn't Janice tried that with Konstantina, I imagine she could have convinced her if she told him it's proper for a 'house wife' to do these things.Also Merc are these the witches that fought Frank with the ace planes?>>37479751no
>>37479598>>37479613>>37479621>>37479644It's still grounding a pilot for weeks for something that won't affect her combat performance. How do you think the higher ups would take that, with an ongoing war?
"That was the most pathetic display of incompetence I have ever seen,." she said, attempting to at least keep her voice level. She was only marginally successful. "At these ranges, you should be hitting every shot. Yet you cannot manage to hit one in fifteen. You." She pointed at the taller girl on the end, the one with the ancient RPD. "Do you even know what you are doing with that weapon?" That girl, who's name Raikov realized she hadn't bothered to remember was the worst of the lot, having sprayed her first hundred rounds at the target with a scant seven hits. Seven! By volume alone it should have been more, even at the ranges Raikov had set. "Respects, comrade senior lieutenant, but this weapon is old, it's accuracy is poor," the girl said, somewhat defiantly. Her tone of voice set Raikov's teeth on edge—who did this reject think she was, to talk to her like that?"Is that so?" she seethed, stalking towards the rookie, snatching the old light machine gun away from the girl and expertly feeding in a new belt, slamming the feed tray cover closed and racking the charging lever. Wordlessly, she spun and fired, the weapon's automatic recoil barely registering. Every round flew true, hammering into the steel target. One hundred rounds, one hundred hits. She sneered and thrust the weapon back at the rookie, who barely caught it as it slammed into her chest. "Clearly, it must be the weapon," she said, her voice taking on a mocking tone. At least the rookie had the decency to look outraged now, she thought. "I do not know what they bothered to teach you in fundamental and preparatory," Raikov said, her voice cold as the Russian winter. "Clearly, it was not enough. I wonder, too, what you were playing at before I arrived here. You were certainly not training. Perhaps chasing after pretty boys?"
>>37479751Leave that... for the drawfags....huehuehue
>>37479799Seeing as she's doing flight trials and aircraft assessments right now and is not actually a frontline figher jockey, nothing would change.
>>37479822One's like Merlin tier though?You can't do that to little sister tier Manga.
"senior lieutenant—" One of them started, but Raikov wasn't going to allow it—not now, possibly not ever. These girls were a liability at best, and liabilities didn't get to voice their opinion. "Silence!" she roared, keeping the urge to slap the girl in check. "You are all useless! Worse than useless! The things I set before you today, they are child’s play! Any girl who come new to war should be a master of them already, yet you are incapable of them!" She started pacing. "I do not know if the colonel wishes me to work miracles. Clearly he must, for me to get such children combat ready." "We are—" The same one tried. Full credit for persistence, part of Raikov thought. The rest of her just wished the girl would shut up. "You are nothing!" she thundered. "All you can accomplish now is getting yourselves killed, or captured and sent to a prison camp where the guards will use every orifice on your body for—""Senior Lieutenant," he said, his voice betraying no emotion.She hadn't heard him approaching: she'd been that mad. She turned slowly, attempting to not show the fear that shot through her mind at his voice. Had she overstepped? Would he punish her? Volgin certainly would have—but then again, Volgin wouldn't have intervened. Of course, a part of her said, Volgin wouldn't have had the witches in the first place; unless he'd set up an operation where he first killed a company of Soviet troops and let two of them die, simply so he could turn the last into his personal plaything and weapon. She shook away the thought—it was inappropriate, at least here and now. Still, she didn't show the fear she felt; she couldn't, not in front of these rejects. She didn't need them to know how weak she really was. In order for her to train them, she must seem to be so far above them as to be unreachable. She snapped to perfect attention and saluted.
"Colonel, sir!" she barked. He looked surprised for a half-instant, then tiredly returned the salute. "It's been several hours since breakfast, senior lieutenant. Perhaps you'd like to dismiss your troops for lunch and we can discuss some things?" She nodded, turning to find the rookies already beginning to power away, their strikers humming as they crossed the ground. She drew in a breath to bark at them—tell them to halt, wait until she had released them, but she froze when Orlov's hand came to rest on her shoulder. "Let them go, Princess," he said, more gently than she had expected. "It has already been a trying morning, I do not think any further good would come of instruction." She nodded, numbly. She'd failed. She'd failed and would be punished, no doubt. Part of her said it wasn't fair: these girls were nowhere near being salvageable. It wasn't her fault she couldn't get anything out of them. Still, she'd accepted the task when Orlov had assigned it to her, and so the responsibility was hers. Perhaps, if she was able, she could try again tomorrow. She followed Orlov's staff car back to the headquarters in silence, the route purposefully long enough to be sure that the other witches would have already arrived. The compound, part of the local pre-war base, contained the building that housed Orlov's office and quarters, along with that of the witches and most of his staff. Their strikers were kept in the nearby motor pool, and a S-300 system—one of the precious few in the region—sat nearby, it's trucks arrayed to prevent a repeat of the attack that had killed the city's first commander. She shook her head at the S-300—it would be far better deployed elsewhere instead giving the Japanese an immensely valuable target: not only would a strike at the HQ complex badly hurt their anti aircraft capabilities, it stood a chance of decapitating the defense of the region. Again.
Well, I guess there's a time and place for Laika to get legs. After all, she's a handful without them, and we need all the energy we can get till this war ends.
She dismounted alone, Orlov and his driver had already gone inside. The other striker racks held the old T-62 units of the other girls, dug out of a warehouse somewhere, no doubt. The Chinese, on the other hand, were being given the most advanced equipment the Motherland could produce, just to be thrown away. Not that these girls would be able to do much better—but they at least deserved the best the Motherland could give them. Let the Chinese have the warehouse relics. She swallowed the thought as she headed up the stairs to the second floor of the building. Her quarters were on the top floor, but this was where Orlov's office was—and she knew where she was expected. She plodded up the steps heavily, wondering what her punishment would be. Certainly a reduction in her rations; perhaps he would also have her bed removed, or her quarters stripped of their furnishings? That would be minor, in the scheme of things: she'd had little more than a simple table and a weapon rack in her room when she worked for Volgin. Even her bed there had been bare—she often slept under a field blanket, when she could get one. The door to the colonel's office was open—and with no one else inside, she knew what that meant. She walked in, careful to not let her fear make her footsteps heavier than she had to, and closed the door behind her. Orlov looked up, having had his face buried in the paperwork that Raikov had learned was his lot in life here. A look of surprise crossed his features briefly and he looked at his wristwatch. "Princess," he grunted. "I didn't expect to see you so soon. Have you eaten?" She was confused by the question, though she didn't let it show. Why was he worried about if she'd eaten? Surely her punishment took priority, did it not? She shook her head. "No, Colonel," she said. He regarded her for a minute and set down his pen. "What troubles you, Princess?" he asked.
What troubled her? Surely he knew! She was waiting to hear what he intended to do—or have done to her—for her failure. This part was always the worst, not knowing what was going to happen. Anxiety ate at her. "I failed, Colonel," she said. "I did not train them." He snorted. "You've had a morning, at best. I don't expect you to be able to turn them into guards witches in six hours." She shook her head. "Of course not, sir. But I made no progress either. If anything, they degraded over the course of the morning." "Hmm," he said, standing up, his hands clasped behind his back. She shrunk back in her chair, terrified. His face darkened at that. "Really, Princess?" he asked. His question carried an air of command—she would answer. She had to. She nodded, unable—unwilling—to speak. He sighed and ran a hand back through his graying hair, turning away to look out the window behind his desk at the military harbor. The scant few ships left in the region sat there, their commanders unwilling to sortie against the massive allied force that now owned the Sea of Japan. Orlov had agreed with their assessment, letting them maintain a picket force that could withdraw easily into the Amur Bay to the west, protected, they hoped, by the combined defenses of the city. He turned back towards her after a few minutes of silence and shook his head. "We will not have this conversation right now." He said, and a look of confusion crossed her face. What could he have meant by that? Still, she nodded, willing to accept his decision whenever it came. "Good. What do you think of them? Tell me honestly."
Honestly? She wondered. How could she? If she was honest, she would be insulting him. His witches, or so they were called—She wasn't sure if they deserved the title 'witch' or not—were terrible, not good enough to be even called rejects. They'd have never lasted in the mountains of Afghanistan, forget any use they have here—other than making a nuisance of themselves. A witch's role was to remain quiet, unseen, unnoticed outside of combat or the bedroom. These three had it backwards: they'd been loud and boisterous when they'd arrived to the training range, and it was only after she'd made absolutely clear that she had neither the time nor the patience for their games that they settled down and displayed just how terrible they were. "Princess?" Orlov prompted. She shook her head again, figuring it was better to stay silent. Orlov may have different expectations of her than Colonel Volgin did, but she wasn't willing to risk just how far he'd let her go. Telling him the truth would only anger him, she was sure, even if it wasn't going to be the towering rage Volgin would have flown into. Orlov sighed, then grinned. "That bad?" he asked, his voice betraying mirth. She looked up at him sharply and saw the grin still on his face. He shook his head. "Princess, I am beginning to get a picture of how Volgin treated you. It is not something I am impressed with at all," he said. "Perhaps he can afford to ignore talent and waste skill and only use people how and when he wants. I cannot. I will not—it is wasteful of the Motherland's gifts and it's cruel to be wasteful in such a manner when so many of our countrymen go wanting elsewhere. I want your opinion as an officer and a witch—how are they?"
>>37479836To be fair, personally i haven't put both Konnie and Natalya to any tier.
She was taken aback by this—maybe she could give her honest opinion after all? It was, perhaps, worth the risk: thus far, Orlov had been amazingly good to her, enough so that she had wondered, a few times, what the other side of the coin looked like. At least if she saw it now, it wouldn't be a surprise to her when it happened, as it had been with Colonel Volgin. Internally, she gave a little shrug. "They are terrible," she said, after a second. "Their basic marksmanship is completely inadequate; they have the audacity to blame their weapons. Their discipline is nonexistent. They are barely able to handle cross country movement in their strikers, not to say anything of high speed travel. Their equipment is poorly maintained at best, neglected in most instances." She braced herself for his outrage, knowing she'd very clearly jumped a line she'd never dare with Volgin. She'd insulted his troops, called them worthless, and said their equipment was bad as well. Orlov nodded, as if he expected her answer. "Can they be taught? Or am I wasting your time with them?" Raikov wasn't sure how to answer: was this a test or a question? He didn't seem angry at her assessment of the others, which surprised her—even though part of her knew it shouldn't. "They can be taught," she heard herself say. "I am not sure I can do it, but they can be taught." Orlov nodded. "I expected as much." His voice had held no emotion to it—she wasn't sure if that was good or bad. "I want you to continue to work with them. As bad as they may be, they're all we have for the time being." She nodded, though she wasn't looking forward to it.
"Good." He picked back up his pen. "Go get yourself some food, and then you may spend the rest of the day as you wish. I will talk to them and tell them I expect better of them tomorrow." He grinned again. "And let them know you have my full backing—though I would prefer if you didn't damage any of them."The last was meant as a joke, she was sure. But she simply nodded, her mind having seized on the phrase 'spend the rest of the day as you wish.' “Colonel Orlov?” she said, her voice smaller than she'd intended. He looked back up. “Yes?” She hesitated. “Sir, when you say free time, what do you mean?” She braced herself for the answer, unsure of what to expect. He looked at her, surprised. “What do you mean by that, Princess?” He asked, sounding almost confused by the question. “Free time? Take a nap if you wish, read a book, perhaps watch television. There is one in your room, no?” He shrugged. “Free time. Surely you've had it before.”Free time. It wasn't that she hadn't had it before—she must have had it in her childhood, though it was nothing but a haze at the edge of her memory. The simple fact was that she'd forgotten most of everything prior to Afghanistan. What free time Volgin had granted her, he expected her to spend it in the weight room; perhaps sparring, or on the weapons courses, honing her skill. He had made clear that free time simply meant time she was free to choose how to better serve him, and via him, the Motherland. To mature into a weapon after her birth amidst the harsh chatter of the AK fire as his men rescued her.
She shook the thought off, correcting herself. He hadn't rescued her: he'd used her to serve his own ends. He didn't care about her; it could have just as easily been Anya or Mariya he'd turned into his pet. He'd stripped everything from her, and some of it, she knew, like her life before, she'd never be able to reclaim. She would have to remind herself of this frequently. “Princess?” Orlov's voice snapped her out of her reverie. “Will you be ok?” She nodded silently, shoving the thoughts aside. Her past didn't matter now.“I do hope,” he said, “you do not plan to drink yourself into a stupor again. I need you here, and as much as I am sure they do not want to admit it, the girls need you as well.” She shook her head. “No colonel, of course not. I was thinking of... perhaps reading?” She said the last questioningly, ready to judge his response. If he looked displeased, she knew then that her free time here would be spent on the range. She was sure her edge had dulled since she'd been wounded, and the dull throb in her arm warned her that things would be more difficult, requiring additional time for practice. He nodded. “An excellent choice, though you don't need to tell me what you plan to do with your time unless you plan to leave the city.” She nodded again, thinking she understood. “I am sorry I bothered you with this, colonel but—” “You've not had anything like this in some time, I imagine. Tell me, Princess, did he require you to be ready at all times?”She hesitated again—not at all times. Sometimes, Volgin had required other things of her. Unpleasant things, things she realized she'd rather not talk about now, if ever. She simply nodded; it was easier that way. “I see,” he said. “Keep in mind that you are a soldier. Not a weapon. There is a difference, an important one. Soldiers are people. Weapons are things.”She nodded again, filing it away.
>>37479923So fuckin Volgin is an asshole and we need to kill him
>>37479988WAY AHEAD OF YA PAL
“If that's all, Princess, I do have work to do. My door is open if you need me, of course.” He took up his pen and set it to the papers, making it clear that she was dismissed. Still somewhat unsure of what to make of the situation, she made her way down towards the cafeteria. While the food here wasn't the best she'd ever had—Volgin had liked to eat well, and had occasionally 'favored' her by sharing lunch, usually as a prelude to other things—it was plentiful and hot, which suited her. The kitchen staff were conscripts, as usual—the most recent intakes. They didn't pay attention to her, loading a tray with a bowl of hot shchi and a large piece of boiled beef, then tossing—almost casually—a small loaf of bread next to it and sliding it across the serving counter at her. The dining hall was empty, but she still took a seat far away from the doors, her back against a corner. While it wasn't perfect, it gave her at least a few seconds to react to anyone—or anything—entering the room. It hadn't been uncommon for Volgin to send troops to interrupt whatever unfortunates who were eating as a method of 'testing readiness.' From here, she could easily move as necessary to counter anyone entering the room, even if they were to throw in grenades first.She tensed as the doors opened—and relaxed when the three young witches walked in, happily chatting amongst themselves, carrying their food to a table near the front. Two of the young idiots had their backs to the doors—and they were too close, Raikov thought somewhat absently. Mostly, she hoped they didn't notice her, or, if they did, they would at least have the good sense to not attempt talking to her.
She could tell they'd seen her, simply by the way the tone of their conversation shifted—they suddenly got quieter, more private, huddling together over their food and shooting furtive glances towards her. She didn't care—much. She was here to do as Orlov directed, not make friends. And certainly not with them. Bunch of incompetent, lazy children. Colonel Orlov certainly deserved better, yet this was all he'd been sent. It made her angry at high command. Without proper troops and equipment, this city, the Motherland's most important Pacific port, was as good as lost—and what did they send? Conscripts and convicts; Flippant, untrained girls in equipment from thirty years ago. What were they thinking?Raikov managed, through some effort, to not visibly sneer at the thought. She finished her meal in silence, sopping up the last of the soup with chunks of bread then doing the same for the juices from the piece of meat. Making it a point not to notice the girls as she passed, she took a second to be thankful that she'd finished before anything happened. No team in full armor kicked in the doors, no dogs were released, no gas, nothing. It wasn't the first time she'd had a meal in peace, but she was still glad every time it happened.
Depositing her tray, she began up the stairs towards her rooms. Orlov had apologized when she'd been given them, saying they didn't have much of a view. She hadn't cared at the time and didn't still. So far as she was concerned, they were amazing, far and away the best she'd ever had. And it made her nervous. The first night out of the hospital, she'd been fully prepared to return to her simple pallet in the abandoned building she'd appropriated. She'd liked the independence, her first real taste of it in years—and she'd been terrified of giving it up. But Colonel Orlov had insisted, saying the building she had been in wasn't fit for habitation, let alone by someone who was suffering from long term malnourishment and exposure. She would move into one of the rooms in the headquarters building. Rooms, he said, with proper heating and plumbing, and a decided lack of rodents. Rooms under his thumb. The first night had been difficult. She kept expecting to be snatched out of her comfortable bed and brought to wherever the colonel wanted. She never was—she'd even slept late, to her utter horror, waking only when the rays of the rising sun had pierced the curtains and fallen on her eyes. The room was palatial by the standards she was used to. The floors were carpeted, which had been enough of a novelty in and of itself that at one point last night, unable to sleep, she'd simply sat on the edge of her bed and felt it with her feet, enjoying the sensation. The bed—she still had trouble thinking of it as hers specifically—was more comfortable than any she could remember. And even had covers, which was why she couldn't sleep. The experience of the clean sheets against her body was so new to her that the feeling of them had kept her awake. A pair of blankets—one of green wool, the other gray—were strewn haphazardly on the bed, laying where she'd left them after waking up.
The front room was occupied by a sofa and a television on one side, a small kitchenette with a dining area on the other. A bookshelf stood nearby, opposite the windows, while the doors to her bedroom and the water closet took up the other wall. She'd thought about rearranging it—she didn't like how the sofa wasn't against a wall and faced away from the door, and how the back wall was almost entirely windows. But there was nothing she could really do about either of those things. She'd done the best she could in her bed room, moving her bed away from the center and into a corner, though it still sat underneath a window in there. She'd contented herself with closing the curtains and sleeping with her combat knife at hand, though that was still decidedly slim protection. Her first order of business after the door closed behind her was to make sure it was locked. She triple-checked the locks, and only after the third time was she able to tell herself she had a modicum of safety. It wasn't much, especially with how weak the door seemed to be, but it was certainly more than nothing. It was more than she was used to, in fact—Volgin had had the doors from her quarters removed long ago. Privacy was a luxury she was unaccustomed to, though she found herself enjoying it. Approaching the bookshelf, she found most of the titles were either patriotic or instructional in nature. This came as no surprise, though she was surprised to find a history of the war of 1904 against the Japanese on the shelf, predating, as it did, the foundation of the Soviet Union and her people's rise to world power.
>>37479946Well Natlya is young, or Merlin sized so it will be kind of weird. Konstanina, I like her a lot, Not sure where in the Waifu sphere but she is funny when she has her moments.
She found herself drawn to a book simply titled “The Cossacks”. She knew of the horsemen of the steppes, of course—everyone did. They'd been some of the greatest cavalry of their time, instrumental in the defeat of imperialistic invaders in the early wars of the 19th century. She nodded to herself almost imperceptibly as she pulled the book off the shelf, absently turning to retreat to her bedroom to read it. She was safest there, she felt. She disrobed as she closed—and locked—the bedroom door behind her. While she was normally loathe to do so, the feeling of the cotton sheets had been amazing and she wished to experience it more, as much as she knew she shouldn't. Becoming habituated to a luxury, especially one that could be taken from her with almost no warning, was a mistake: a weakness. She hoped it wouldn't significantly add to her already too-long list of failings. She curled herself up in the sheets, draping a blanket around her, her pillow against her back. Sitting here, at the head of the bed, her back against the corner of the walls, and as far from the door as she could possibly be while still in the room, she felt confident enough to actually pay attention to the book in front of her.
>>37480051>She disrobed as she closed—and locked—the bedroom door behind herkinky Raikov is kinky
As she read, she thought perhaps she should find a better weapon than the claw. Volgin, of course, had loved it. He'd been amazingly pleased with her plan to have it constructed. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized it wasn't the weapon she needed. It was a terror device: flashy, impractical, large and surprisingly unwieldy. It had power, of course—she could and had caved in chests and crushed skulls with it. But it wasn't a battlefield weapon, as her last encounter with Red demonstrated.. While she'd always bear the physical scars of it, that didn't bother her. What did was how Volgin had effectively condemned her to lose that fight by encouraging her use of the claw. By twisting her sense of grief at the loss of her friends into what it had become. By encouraging her to fight like an animal. She wondered if Orlov would have done the same thing, then shook the thought away. It was distracting, and ultimately useless. Besides, while her time with Volgin hadn't been pleasant, it had also taught her many things, honing her skills to an impossible edge. She was content with that, at least for now. She didn't know how long she sat there, losing track of time as she read through the young Dimitri Olenin's trials among the peoples of the Caucasus. Something in the book spoke to her: the themes seeming familiar. Briefly, Raikov regretted her lack of a full academy education, which she felt would have allowed her to better understand the novel and what its author had attempted to convey: the deeper meaning behind the story. She had been sent early into Afghanistan and Volgin had forbidden her to return once they'd left that country. At the time it had seemed necessary: she was needed, her skills and talents priceless in that line of work.
>>37480074YesDrop the ClawGet some Fin Funnels
Still, a part of her wondered if it would be possible to return when the war was over. She was well over the age most academies accepted returning witches, but perhaps she could get an exception? Her situation certainly warranted one, she hoped. Perhaps Orlov would help, though she wasn't sure how he could. She was startled out of her thoughts by the sound of a knock on the outer door. No harsh thudding of a hammering fist—just a simple, almost polite-sounding knock and a voice telling her that the evening meal was being served, and if she wanted anything, she needed to come down to the dining hall. She weighed her options before marking her place in the book and regretfully unwrapping herself from the blanket. While she knew she should eat, a large part of her didn't want to leave her room at all. It wanted to just remain here in her bed, reading whatever book she felt like. Comfortable, warm, and safe. Well, she amended. As safe as she ever was.
Still, she slowly got dressed once again, hoping that she would be able to eat quickly and return. Evening meals were smaller. She vaguely thought of bringing the food back to her room, then changed her mind, doubting she would be allowed to anyway. The kitchenette in her quarters didn't stand as proof to the contrary. For all she knew, everything was unhooked and nonfunctional besides the sink, which she had used the night before for a drink of water. She didn't lock her room behind her as she stepped into the hall. After all, why would she? She wasn't in there, and she had no possessions she couldn't walk away from with no notice. That, she felt, was one of the more valuable lessons Volgin had taught her, though he may not have meant to. He'd frequently had things removed from her as punishment. This had bothered her early on, though more recently she saw it only as a minor annoyance.As she moved through the halls, she noted that the building seemed more populated this time of day. Orlovs command staff and assistants were returning from their jobs around the fortified city, filling it up as they finished their work for the day and had a light meal. Most of them were quartered in the barracks nearby, with only Orlov, his personal security team, and the witches staying in this building. It was an unusual arrangement, but one that had held over from the previous commander.
The evening meal, as expected, was light: a simple bowl of buckwheat porridge with some of the remaining beef from the afternoon meal, and a cup of tea. The dining hall was more occupied; she saw plenty of men, and not a few women, sitting, usually in groups, all enjoying the meal. Her corner seat was still unoccupied and so she sat there, alone. At least, for a time. She looked up at the sound of footsteps, and inwardly groaned when she saw her three young charges sit down with her. They sat silently, though each of them looked like they were prepared for rebuke. She didn't say anything, preferring not to acknowledge their presence. Better that she didn't know them as anything other than troublesome trainees; it would make their inevitable loss that much easier. With any luck, they had no desire to speak, only sitting here because there was simply nowhere else to go. Today, Raikov thought somewhat bitterly as the first one—the one who had shot so poorly with the RPD—opened her mouth, wouldn't be her lucky day.
“Senior lieutenant,” she said, her voice respectful, but still carrying undertones of dislike. “We have come to apologize to you. We were in the wrong.”Raikov didn't say anything, but looked at the girl, food momentarily forgotten. Maybe this evening was looking up? “We are aware our performance was poor,” she said, though her voice sounded anything but sorry. “Colonel Orlov feels perhaps we were not trying hard enough. We will do better tomorrow.”This time, she didn't—couldn't—hold her tongue. “Will you?” Raikov asked, trying to keep her voice from being mocking. By the way the girl stiffened, she failed. “We are not as trained or as experienced as you, comrade senior lieutenant, but we are not lazy and we will not shirk our duty to the Motherland,” she said, her voice indignant now. “If you can teach us, we can learn.”“We will see,” Raikov said, trying to convey that the discussion was over. Initially, she thought she was successful. They sat in silence long enough for her to eat most of the meal, enjoying the simple fare more than she thought she should. She was just finishing her tea when another of them spoke; the one with the red hair. So uncommon, Raikov thought—no doubt of a mongrel bloodline.
“Colonel Orlov says you served with him in Afghanistan,” she said quietly, her voice carrying a definite Moscow accent. “We were wondering—what was it like?” Raikov had once before been asked this question—by an allied interrogator, no less. Back then, she'd smiled and called it wonderful, driving the worst memories deep down, allowing her to recall the tale happily. The animal she'd been then had rejoiced in the telling, especially the part about the first witch she'd ever killed, the mujaheddin girl she'd strangled after her rescue. Now, she wasn't able to draw enjoyment from the memories of what she'd done with and for Volgin there, the terrors they'd wrought. She wasn't so sure what she'd done was right, or if she should even be able to live with herself after it. They'd done horrific things—things that would have kept a decent person up at night. She could try to justify it, of course, and did so on nights she couldn't sleep, laying curled up on her bare mattress and aching all over. She'd always pushed through, telling herself that was her role as a witch, her job, her very reason for existing. Volgin had said as much, hadn't he? After all, the Mujaheddin were terrible monsters as well, and what they'd done, they'd done in an effort to break the will of their victims, things that should have driven them to find solace in a bullet. Still, that was not her way.
>>37480141>So uncommon, Raikov thought—no doubt of a mongrel bloodlineGil plz
She shook her head. “I do not wish to talk about it.”She regretted the choice, the look of pity in their eyes. Mentally, she cursed them. How dare they? Who did they think they were? Only Orlov, by the simple dint of having been there too, had earned that right. Only him, no one else. But she didn't say anything. An outburst here, now, would achieve nothing except alienate these girls farther, and make her mission that much more difficult. She had enough problems as it were. Attempting to walk a delicate line between her dislike of these useless rejects and her need to not anger Orlov was almost beyond her ability. Almost. She shook her head again and stood up, favoring them with a glance as she walked away to deposit her empty dishes on the steel counter and return to her room. They watched her leave; she was sure they would talk about her amongst themselves almost as soon as the doors swung shut behind her. It didn't matter to her; let them talk. She didn't care what their opinion of her was. She made a beeline straight back to the—her—room. Her room. She opened the door and looked inside, looking for things out of place. Volgin would usually have a team waiting to attempt subduing her inside her room. She'd become an expert at handling them, and they'd stopped, briefly, when she'd crushed one man's throat. She'd gotten complacent when they did—the next such test had beaten her. She'd resolved to never be taken unaware like that again.
Seeing that nothing was out of place, and confident that Orlov probably didn't have men as skilled as Volgin had, she stepped inside, closing the door behind her and setting the locks again. She briefly thought about returning to her bed and it's wonderful sheets Before deciding against it. She knew she'd want sleep after a meal: she'd long since habituated herself to it so that when she was woken up later in the evening, she'd at least have had some rest. Instead, she decided to read in the front room. She'd drawn the curtains, of course, but couldn't help but look out of them as she decided on her next book for the night. The rain, cold and miserable, had returned, falling across the darkened city. The city was largely blacked out; while modern aircraft hardly needed light to perform their raids, there was no sense in giving them any help.. Still, a few scattered points of light shone through, just as her room surely did now. Far above, just underneath the clouds, she saw the lights that must be the night's combat patrol. That had worried Orlov the most, she knew. His aircraft were ancient, his squadrons the survivors of the disastrous Alaska campaign. The scant few guards pilots who'd survived the loss of the Poltava had been sent to help train their counterparts on the Maxim Gorky, taking their advanced aircraft, so desperately needed here, with them. She suspected the other great airship wouldn't be assigned to this theater, despite the need. She wondered, passingly, if the butcher would claim it as well. She decided it was none of her concern.
The city's defense was laughable. Orlov had four divisions of troops, three of them low grade conscripts, one of even lower grade penal troops. She'd seen the reports before being injured; she'd helped Volgin present his assessment. The city, they'd said, was fine. His technical programs would give them the edge they needed to turn the tide. They'd been lying, of course—the loss of Sokolov had been a terrible setback for 771, his second only just being able to keep it limping along while Volgin had his men scoured the country for another promising director. The loss of the little brat and her toy Vampyr had been worse, almost destroying everything. Volgin had, of course, presented nothing but a calm front to the board in Moscow. Everything was in hand, he'd said. The project could continue on schedule; they'd had enough done before the setback to begin training the first operational units at the bases in Siberia and in the Tian Shan mountains. They'd promised this months ago, and had only just begun when she'd been injured. She, of course, no longer had access to the information on those programs, though that didn't bother her. The simple fact was that she was as happy here as she could ever remember being—her charges aside. She ventured a small smile, closing the curtain and turning around.
She stepped back in shock and horror when she saw Volgin standing there before the open door, looking around. “C-colonel—” she stuttered as he walked in, that odd sort of half-smile on his face that never, ever bode well. “Ivanna,” he said, his voice dangerously smooth. “Did you forget your way home?” “I—” she began. “I imagine they've taken care of you here?” he asked, walking inside, trailing one gloved hand across the back of her couch, advancing on her. With nowhere to go, she backed up against the window, feeling the cold air outside through the glass and curtains. She didn't respond. “They are quite nice rooms,” Volgin said, stopping in front of her. Just within arm's reach, she realized. She was trapped. “It is a shame I cannot allow similar for you. But they will make you soft, no?” He reached out to caress her cheek. She closed her eyes, tears of frustration beginning to build in the corners of her eyes. She was happy here! She didn't want to return; Orlov needed her! They needed her here, her experience, her training. She didn't want to leave her room, her bed. She realized, somewhat surprised at the thought, she didn't want to leave her witches. Not yet. They still needed her. “Colonel,” Orlov's voice was level, but cutting. The caress never came.
She heard—felt—Volgin turn in place. “And you are?” he asked. “General Orlov.” Orlov said—but wait, general? That wasn't right, she thought. “Ah, comrade general.” Volgin responded, his voice that plastic, false public tone he used with more powerful men and women. “No need to trouble yourself, I was merely collecting my wayward trooper. We will be leaving shortly.” “I'm afraid not, colonel,” Orlov said, his voice flat. “If you'll follow me, please. I wish to speak with you.” Volgin's tone changed instantly—the low, dangerous tones he used when angered. “General, this is between myself and my witch—”Orlov cut him off. “The senior lieutenant has been transferred, effective six days ago, when she arrived here after being wounded,” he said. “She's Vympel now, not GRU.” “Transferred.” Volgin's voice was incredulous. “How—”
Raikov opened an eye early enough to see the blow coming and turned to the side, robbing it of much of it's force. Still, it sent her sprawling. “You ungrateful bitch!” Volgin roared, advancing on her again, despite the barked orders from Orlov calling for him to halt. “After all I gave you, after all I did for you—” The black leather gloves creaked with how tightly his fists were balled. Something inside her choked. This was not the way she should be treated—this was not a way anyone should be treated. He'd set up the deaths of Anya and Mariya; he'd turned her into a monster, practically a slave, and for what? To 'send a message'? Before, these thoughts had never occurred to her. For what it was worth, she'd agreed. The enemies of the Motherland must be taught a lesson. They must be taught that fighting against the Soviet people meant death. Defeat. Part of her believed that fully, then. The rest used it as an excuse to numb the loss of her friends, cover up the pain of her utter failure as a leader. A failure, she was beginning to realize, that was never in her power to avoid. Because of this man. Just like every other failure she'd ever had—it all came back to Volgin. “You murdered them!” Raikov responded, just as loud, just as heated. She lifted herself from the floor quickly, her feet naturally finding their wide, stable stance. She left her arms loose at her sides. Her reflexes had always been amazing—better, she knew, than Volgin thought. “You gave the mujaheddin those missiles! You let them kill everyone, just so you could have me! Anya and Mariya died just so you could look like a hero to a scared little girl! Just so you could turn me into your pet monster!”
>>37480269>VympelYiss>http://i.imgur.com/M539HwB.pngAlsoBURN VOLGIN BURN!!
“You think you're that important?” Volgin went for her neck—he found his hand deflected by her almost before he knew what was happening. Where had this come from? “You're nothing! A broken bitch. One I saved! One that I gave purpose to! You're nothing without me, you understand? Nothing!” He swung low, attempting to land a blow to her stomach. —His hand met her shield. He roared again, this time in pain, as his arm up to his elbow felt like it had been dipped in molten glass. “You bitch!” he yelled again—this time it was punctuated by the distinct sound of multiple AK slides being racked. Both of them stopped, Volgin turning slowly to stare down the barrels of multiple assault rifles. “I am not your pet any longer,” Raikov hissed, seeing Orlov's best troops—his bodyguards—arrayed at the door, two kneeling, two standing, their rifles held unwaveringly on Volgin. “I am not returning.” “Ivanna,” he said, his voice lower now. She gave him one of the briefest moments of respect for that—she knew how her shields affected people. She'd been proud of it once. “Ivanna, please. This is not you. You were hurt, I understand that, but this is not—”“This is the first time I have been me in years,” she said, walking past Volgin, her back turned to him to squeeze through the door, past Orlov's bodyguards. “Perhaps, if you leave now, I won't be contacting the KGB with the evidence I have about your actions in Afghanistan.” “Ivanna—” “Be silent!” she snarled, losing her temper at the man. How quickly he went from raging monster to sniveling wreck when he was faced with inevitable defeat. “I have no further business with you. I will make sure to contact the matrons general and let them know just what kind of beast you are.”
He paled at the very real threat. He'd been careful to make sure she'd been cut off from all her sister witches—but now she had full access to all of them. The matrons general would be furious—which, regardless of from how high he was supported, would be devastating. He'd be lucky to escape the gulag. Orlov cleared his throat. “Colonel. Your behavior here is totally unacceptable. You are to immediately remove yourself from this city by whatever method you arrived here and to not return. Am I clear?” Volgin nodded. Again—support or no, disobeying a direct order from a theater commander was a suicide move for his career. Especially with a man like Orlov who was respected, even revered in some circles, for his command in Afghanistan.Still, he couldn't help but hiss as he stalked past Raikov, regaining his composure. “This isn't over, whore.” Ivanna responded by throwing a twist in her body, pivoting on her heel and slamming her knee into his groin, knocking the air out of him and causing him to crumple to the floor in pain. Orlov's hand fell on her shoulder before she could advance, though she still managed to get in a kick while he was down. She spat on the man writhing in pain on the floor—she'd formed a shield just over her knee right before her blow had landed. “If I see you again,” she said, wiping the back of her hand across her mouth and nodding when it came away dry. He hadn't made her bleed. If she had it her way, he'd never make anyone bleed ever again, but she knew that that was out of the question. Still, a threat, perhaps, wouldn't be too much. “I will kill you. Slowly. Just as you taught me to.”
>>37480331>You are to immediately remove yourself from this city by whatever method you arrived here and to not return. Am I clear?Kek. Remove GRU KEBAB from the premisesWay to tell him off girl
“As if you could. You're nothing but a broken toy. I'm sure he'll have fun with you just as I did.” He wheezed, another mark in his favor—that he could even talk though the agony he must be feeling was impressive, to say the least. She shrugged off Orlov for a second, a small part of her mind screaming at her that this was wrong. It was all wrong. And the punishment for it would make her curse the day her mother birthed her. She ignored it, the heady high she was riding suddenly overriding her years of brutal conditioning. “Did you forget what you made me?” she asked, her voice a sibilant hiss. “The kind of pet monster you wanted? You made me into this thing.” She looked into his eyes—there was something there she'd never seen before. Fear. “Do not think you can play with me any longer. I am not your toy.” “Senior lieutenant,” Orlov said, his voice stern. She wondered if she'd gone too far—striking a superior officer, regardless of the situation, was rarely forgivable. Threatening one with death was probably far worse. Still, as she straightened up, while that part of her that had been gibbering about how wrong this all was had grown larger, another part decided it was all worth it—if only to see the fear in Volgin's eyes. “My office. Now. Sergei, see that the colonel makes it to his aircraft.” The order to one of his bodyguards was met by a nod. Raikov noted how all of them looked at her now. Before, they'd been curious but disinterested. She was just another witch. Now she saw respect.
They walked to Orlov's office in silence. Normally, she'd be worried about what she'd done, what she'd said, but for some reason, she found it hard to care. For the first time since arriving here, she realized, she felt safe. Truly safe, not just the safety she'd felt because she could lock her doors and hide in her blankets. Not just because this was a place he'd never come—she'd never believed that, even when she told it to herself, and she'd been wrong anyway. He was here—being helped to his feet by one of the bodyguards while the rest remained back, their weapons not quite pointed at him. Orlov didn't speak as he led her, alone, through the halls of the building, before finally turning into his office. “Close the door, please, Princess.” He said, his voice tired as he continued to his chair on the far side of the desk without looking back at her. She did so, the small click of it closing somehow reminding her of a jail cell slamming closed. The realization of what she'd done was starting to come to the fore, and though she didn't show it, she was worried. She sat tentatively, knowing, at the very least, a reprimand was coming. “What happened, Princess?” Orlov asked. She was surprised by the simple question. In truth, she'd expected him to know already. Perhaps he did, and this was a test of how truthful she'd be with him? That must be it, she decided, better to not attempt to make herself look better to him now.
>>37480331>knee into his groinYUS
>>37480378should have used a large claw
“When I returned to my rooms from dinner,” she said, assuming he'd know she'd gone down at some point to eat, “I returned to my rooms and closed and locked the door behind me. I was attempting to determine what I wished to do next, if I should perhaps read more, and was looking out the window at the city.”Orlov nodded, but didn't say anything. She'd expected a rebuke for being caught unaware. Somewhat heartened, she continued. “When I turned around, Colonel Volgin was there at the door. He must have forced the lock, though I do not know how he could have done so without my hearing. He then—” Orlov held up a hand, and Raikov's jaw snapped shut with the clicking of teeth coming together.“I know what happened from there,” he said quietly. “Did he have any contact with you from when you arrived here with the medical evacuation until now?” “No sir.” “He claimed differently,” Orlov said, then favored her with a tired smile. “Somehow, I did not believe him when he said you wished to return. I am thinking that I was correct.” She nodded. “Good. I cannot stand liars. Calling in favors from that rat Putin was bad enough,” he said, opening his desk drawer and tossing her a pin. It was a simple thing: the emblem of Vympel, one of the KGB's Spetsnaz units. “That's your unit now, I believe.” He nodded. “They've graciously detached you to my command for the duration, pending your personal decision.”
“I—” She didn't know what to think. She'd wanted to stay, of course, and after her confrontation with Volgin, she knew she didn't have any options. But this made it official: she could remain here as long as she wished. The thought drowned out Orlov for a moment, and she almost teared up. She really was free, she thought. “Princess?” Orlov asked. “Are you ok?” She nodded, her eyes watering as the thought overwhelmed her. She was free for the first time in years, and Orlov had just handed her the thing that would allow her to stay that way. He gave her a tired smile and stood up, walking around the desk to pat her on the shoulder while she hugged the small cap badge to her chest. “Go back to bed, princess. There's work to be done in the morning. And you'll want your sleep.”
and that's the end of chapter 2! Thanks for humoring my bad writing some more!
>>37480397>Calling in favors from that rat Putin was bad enoughKekekeke
>>37480444So I think what we can take from this is that Volgin needs to be killed in the most horrific ways that /tg/ can devise.
>>3748044411/10, Ghost, thanks! Ivanna is astonishingly sympathetic, and Orlov is challenging Pierce and P-san for Best Fatheru Award.
>>37480444>bad writingThe only thing bad was that Raikov did not crush Volgin's balls flat.
>>37480444Bad? I'll tell you what's bad genius.Raikov not giving Volgin the Claw. In the Anus.
>>37480461Seconding.If PJ witches ended without showdown against Volgin i would very disappointed. >Calling in favors from that rat Putin was bad enoughHeh.
>>37480444Rereading Strikers 89 and it's truly marvellous to see how much your writing's improved since you started. Very nice stuff indeed.Sweet thread too Merc, hope I manage to wake myself up in time for one later this week.Also, writefaggotry ho. This one doesn't quite fit the bill of noblebright and uplifting I don't think, but it's a far cry from grimderp and depressing.http://pastebin.com/GddErK0m
>>37480503Honestly, a lot of that is down to the fact that the Raikov stuff goes through an editor. 89 proper really doesn't. Hell, it doesn't even always get spellechecked!but yeah... I go back and re-read some of the early stuff and cringe. Glad I got talked out of writefagging in SWQ initially, cos that would have been terrible, haha!
>>37480602>Glad I got talked out of writefagging in SWQ initially, cos that would have been terrible, haha!Now I wonder what would've happened if Ghost did some writefaggings on Sean and Mio.
>>37480670the SWQ stuff I have planned right now is all Pre-Young. back then, it was kind of run of the mill for the time. buncha OC crap that we're all better off without.
>>37480693> all Pre-Young>mfw
>>37480746Yeah. you say that. It's also feelz. Hornet's reaction to the outline was holy shit dude. soooo......
>>37480602We have the same editor dude. Stuff looks good to me.
>>37480808>FeelsNOOOOOOMY PILOT IS DEAAA-->Slap
>>37480808>Pre-Young?Is there such a thing?
>>37480808Hey that sounds like something I'd be interested in. Deets?
>>37480808Ghost, I didn't had a chance to ask you before the thread back in SWQ died.But what are some of the biggest inaccuracies of the Witchcomxs are with Ice?Also how bad is the art?
>>37480503Great Story and I hope to see more like it.
>>37480872Inaccuracies? Mostly in her relationship with Frank at the time- they're depicted more as conflicted lovers- she's not sure about the relationship for a lot of reasons, and he's kind of dumb about the whole thing. Artistically, she doesn't think she has a butt or legs like that. Others disagree.
>>37481033Like Rom-com conflicted lovers or something like Mav and Orion had kind of like friends with benefits? I can only imagine the teasing or this cementing the fanbase for that ship.
>>37481033I can only imagine the rest of spellcaster's reaction if they read this.I'm not sure whether they will laugh at the inaccuracies or just tease Ice asking her when did this happen?
>>37481081Bit of both, actually. the comics tend to not always be superserial all the time, partly to appeal to a wider audience and partly because for some reason witches lives tend to be crazy. and keep in mind, they're heavily shipped in setting- it's a talking point on like, celebrity shows when they don't have anything else to go with. >>37480859Don't want to give too much away, but it's really early in the war.
>>37481129Great, second question:When you said "feels", do you mean good feels or baaaaaad feels?
>>37481129Oh dear, Now I wonder how Spellcaster (Slider and the Twins maybe Katya) will tease her with this.I wonder if Putin will get his hands on this mainly for the witches stuck in his facility or even worse Stalinka. Though I'm not sure if she understands friends with benefits.
>>37480503This is honestly pretty good.You don't need to have things be 'noblebright and uplifting', nor do they need to be grimdark and depressing. You just need to tell a story about people the readers can relate to in some way, and you did that here I would say.
>>37481173>Though I'm not sure if she understands friends with benefits.She understand 'Harlot' though.... IIRC when we first mingle with Konnie she taunt Merlin as harlot.
>>37481217But she thought childbirth wascomrade stork, I'm not sure if she know about sexual relations.So any innuendo of Ice and Frank sleeping in the comic might o over her head.
>>37481159the kind of feelz you'd write! hahahahahaha!I'm actually not very good with those, but I think if I only put them in one place, it should work out. I personally don't like writing them- plenty of bad in the world already, kinda want a story to be happy, but that's just me, and in this case, it's character development, so I'll just have to sack up!>>37481173It's possible. Witchcomix are an international thing, but with the war, a series following a western witch probably isn't going to get printed in the USSR or China.
>>37481237....I got headache thinking about it.But you have point.>>37481249>probably isn't going to get printed in the USSR or ChinaBlack.Market.And maybe psy-ops by one of Spook agency, who know.
>>37481159>>37481249I'm assuming at this stage it's going to involve Kurt to a greater or lesser degree.
>>37481217I read this as "taught Merlin as harlot" for some reason. My penis was conflicted about the images this brought up.>>37481249Well shit I think I'm flattered I guess. Give it a go anyways, you're more than good enough that I'm sure whatever you'll put out will be more than worth reading.
I'm actually kinda curious about how Iain and Perrine get along. Maybe something from Perrine's PoV.
>>37481249Why do I imagine even Russian witches (the ones who talked to Pierce) will end up supporting this.So if Stalinka gets a hold of a copy, will she be mad? or confused at some of the situations and innuendos?
>>37481324We should have asked that when planefag ran the Q&A.
>>37481338Considering the typical way girlporn's written, I assume Ice'll be written vaguely enough that Stalika'll be able to project herself onto it.
>>37481338oh, absolutely. Her love has no feelings for that woman, none! He is perhaps amusing himself with her, which Konstantina forgives because it is clearly all part of his plan to lure them into a false sense of security so they do not bother him!So she'd be mad for the amount of time it took her to convince herself this is all part of Frank's unknowable plans.
>>37481363You know, maybe sometime you should try to make a script for these witchcomix and pitch it to one of drawfags.
>>37481363In a way that's kind of sad but also I'm surprised she got the innuendo or sexual tension.I imagine Putin or some unfortunate witch told her.Also I imagine Natalya if she reads it considers this as fact? >>37481385Oh yes.
>>37481415Assuming she took enough interest in them, though she'd wonder why the Bishop was flying so poorly and why he had to be rescued. Perhaps he has improved greatly since then?
>>37481385Congratulations, you've just volunteered yourself. You will be paid in 4chan replies which go at an exchange rate of precisely fuckall per comment
>>37481426Frank flew poorly during the first issue or is this a part of poor artist depiction of jet combat? I assume she just found a stray copy by chance?
>>37481427There is some reason why comics are involving shitload of people.
>>37481385They're very varied. You could do one yourself easily.Think of all the ones that could be from the Martian War.>Minna and Young>Mio and Sean>Perrine and Ian>Mack and Georgette>The Glamorous Shirley's Glamorous War>Gertrude and Erica's Wacky Adventures>The Forbidden Love of a Japanese Medic and a British Sniper
>>37481453Comparatively poorly- it'd be a bad witchcomic if the witch was upstaged by a supporting character!
>>37481485So Frank is the Lois Lane of the comics....That kind of sucks. So I'm assuming this is going to be a big seller perhaps international in the allies countries (and the black market in the communist countries.)Jess and Rex reaction will be interesting.
>>37481516Kinda-sorta, yeah. He's depicted as capable in his own right (though heavily reliant on Merlin), but not quite to the standard of a witch.
>>37481363I'm surprised she was able to pick up on this considering how dense she is on this type of thing. Unless if there was a on comic picture of them kissing which I imagine her having a breakdown?Or Putin reviing her from shock.
>>37481516Bishop siblings reaction will be very interesting.I bet they will have good laugh on it, especially Jake.>tfw you notice people forgetting Jake Bishop.
>>37481548Jake is too busy surviving Wittman (or plwoing her) to read comics. >>37481535Actually isn't that the case early on in the series?
>>37481516Fap market, more like
>>37481560>(or plwoing her)No
>>37481478what about Paddy and heidi?
>>37481541She's... Well. She hasn't had an education in those kinds of things, but she hears the other witches talk, and she learns quickly. The one to worry about may be Natalya- she learns quickly too, and may decide the best way to show affection at all is what she sees in the comics!
>>37481636>adventures of commando and the shy girl>guest-staring her flock of minitanksmite b kewl
>>37481893Yeah and it'll be interesting to see how things develop as out of all the pairings seen in SWQ, it's one of the least detailed ones.
>>37481878More like "That's really inappropriate, please get off the bed" the upside is she wouldn't really be offended, just assume she had taken the wrong lesson home and try to figure out how to display affection correctly.
>>37482023Would she try and practice on Konnie?
>>37482049But Putin or Petrov won't dare tell her that will they.
>Closer and closer to suddenly martiansI'm scared, man. That's really all that can be said.
>>37482119Motherfuckers are going to interrupt our character development, we need to just grab Ice, Slider and Katya and take them to our bed and fuck them all just to spite the SUDDENLY RUSSIANS and SUDDENLY MARTIANS.
>>37482154You can't blame russians or martians for anon's inability to actually pay enough attention to any one of the girls for them to ask us (or us to ask them) to find some place to take care of business. Our lack of progress with the main 3 is entirely on us.
>>37482188Why should we wait that long for them to ask? Just round them up, take them to our quarters or an empty hanger, get well hydrated and get lewd.
>>37482119On the one hand, I agree with you. On the other hand, we might wind up in a fuckawe-inspiring united flight ala AC 5
>>37482290We aren't making that sort of progress with any of them. At most, we've joked with Slider and teased Ice into a hot mess before we went on a mission and then SLEPT WITH ANOTHER GIRL WHO JUST ASKED US "Hay wan sum fug", and who knows what Katya thinks about us now.
>>37482348>We aren't making that sort of progress with any of themWhich is why we should just take them to our bedroom Conan style.
>>37482348>getting mad that fronk slept with someone in the same breath as getting mad that fronk isn't committed to a waifu yet
>>37482348To be fair, they didn't do much sleeping. ... that was terrible, I'll see myself out.
>>37482503goddamnit ghostgodDAMNIT feelthy
>>37482374He's more mad about the runaround, I think. If Frank just wants sex, why keep toying with the others?
>>37482571Frank and the witches as characters probably want meaningful relationships, but these are kinda hard to sort out during war time, not that this is impossible, but it can be tough when there's multiple love interests./tg/ just wants to get its dick wet with witches, and because it keeps being afraid of routelocks, its failing to get anywhere with anyone except the one girl who just asked for sex because what the hell, she's horny, Frank is too, how bout it we might not see eachother again because we're dead.
>>37482571I was more surprised /tg/ actually went with the option that got Frank laid in the first place. I was sure the waifu-warrers would shoot Bridgitte's proposal down in seconds.As for Spellcaster, Frank's, what, 24? The oldest member of Spellcaster is Katya who's 21/22. I'm probably reading far, far too much into this but I think of it as Frank seeing himself more as an older brother figure to Spellcaster, stemming from all the time he's spent acting as such with Merlin. He's aware that he's the object of affection, but he's spent so much time with them before that he's uncomfortable/unwilling to potentially damage Spellcaster's operational efficiency by engaging in a relationship with anyone, at least not until the war's over.
>>37482670the waifufags were away making grilled cheese sandwichesmost of them, the brigitte crowd was waiting and ready
>>37482670they got out samefagged
>>37482670>I'm probably reading far, far too much into this but I think of it as Frank seeing himself more as an older brother figure to SpellcasterHe does to those that aren't the Big 3, to them he genuinely has romantic feelings towards, but all the rest are little sisters.
>>37482742>samefagged>bawwww mai waifu didn't get the dplease, that vote practically had nobody voting compared to the one when the katyafags all spammed the thread for the choice of who it would be to provide frank a reacharge after a mission, with some outright admitting they did not even read the actual choice being made and just voted multiple times for their witch
>>37482817I wasn't even in that thread and it passed tripple the average amount of voters, and the votes easily doubled the unique IPs posting in that thread, that vote was samefagged just as hard
>>37482842>I wasn't in that thread but i know exactly how many people posted in it, and their ips
>>37482957You do realise the unique poster counter has been around for a while now and it is a thing that exists right?
>>37482957>I don't know how 4chan worksThere have been 48 unique IPs that posted in this very thread anon, go wipe that egg off your face.
>>37482967but if you weren't in that thread and only caught it on an archive site then you don't have those countersgo wipe that egg off your face
>>37482990>and only caught it on an archive siteNever said that, I caught up on the thread after it finished and 404'd, the 48 hour auto archive is great for that. Don't be a retarded faggot anon, you might want to try knowing what your talking about before putting words in my mouth.
>>37482990>oh gee if only the site had an inbuilt feature that automatically saved threads after they died for 2 days and kept all their stats, wouldn't that just be great? If only we had such a feature...
>>37483005the 48 hour auto archive doesn't show unique ips unless you left the thread open while it was activebut now you're just trying to make excuses for you not actually being present for the thread and catching it in an archive that was linked to you
>>37483035>unless you left the thread open while it was activeThat's exactly what I did anon, I can usually catch maybe the first update before leaving for work, so I leave the tab open for reading later.How is this such an incomprehensible alien notion to you?
>>37483043it is incomprehensible that a whiny lying waifufaggot would be telling the truth, yes
>>37483053Right then, keep on making up your own reality and deluding yourself then.
>>37483053Yeah, nah, you're a cunt.
>>37483035pfthahaha wow you sound like a mad faggot, strawman harder tard