Twitter: https://twitter.com/MercCommandArchive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Macross%20QuestOther Quests: https://pastebin.com/TrNWfAkeYou are pilot HARRY NEUMANN, the newest of one of the New UN Spacy's Tactical Sound Units!Well, you still weren't sure of the exact details of what your job in a TSU would entail, but you couldn't really imagine any of it to be good. Maybe that was why you had eventually agreed to get drinks with your newly assigned wingmate, Lara. "Ooooh, special forces, huh?" Lara grins as two of you take a seat at the Gladius' bar. You could see that it was well adorned with all sorts of pilot memorabilia and knickknacks. Pictures, toy valkyries, and signed posters of various galactic idols and celebrities. It certainly did feel more homely than the cold, sterile appearance of the rest of the ship. "That's right." You nod. "And you?""Guess you could say I'm a bit of a local around here!" Lara grins with unrestrained pride. "My family came out to this sector with the original colonization fleet!""Really now?" You nod. Obviously, with the advent of space travel, as well as the near extinction of the human race at the hands of a hostile Zentradi fleet, the UN and the subsequent New UN pushed hard for colonization in the last 50 years both to expand humanity's reach in the stars as well as hedge humanity's survival against a similarly destructive event. "Yep!" Lara nods in confirmation. "How about you? Where'd you hail from?">Born and raised on Earth. >I'm from one of the older colonies.>I'm from a colony so far out even I don't remember what it's called.>Other
>>1938596>>Born and raised on Earth.
>>1938596>Born and raised on Earth.Or what was left of it.
>>1938596>>Born and raised on Earth.Terran pride, system wide.
>>1938596>I'm from one of the older colonies.
>>1938596>Eden, born and raised
>>1938596>I'm from one of the older colonies.StrangerealTIME FOR SOME DECULTURE!!!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y0rxpQI0ZbY
>>1938596>I'm from a colony so far out even I don't remember what it's called.Space Not! Austrailia
>>1938596>>I'm from a colony so far out even I don't remember what it's called.Earthnoids get out REEEEEE
>>1938596>>Born and raised on Earth.Mad Max style childhood?
>>1938691That, or it's just a cover story for our actual history.
>>1938670Xenobiologists have theorized on the functions of the perhensile appendage found on Windermerean heads known as a Rune.It serves many functions in the daily life of Windermerean society and is also considered to be an erogenous zone.It is possible that vigorous application of headpats to a Windermerean may result in an experience similar to that of multiple orgasms, hence it is not advisable to perform that action with Windermerans one is not socially close to.
Who BELKA here
>>1938704>Cue either the oddly super normal childhood, or the super secret genetically enhanced supersoldier program
>>1938723Everyday working to make SPACE BELKA rise again and remove Terran culture from SACRED WINDERMERE CLAY
>>1938729Why not both?
I wonder if we'll see some more hardware to, uh, 'requisition' around here.
>>1938596>> Born and raised on Earth.Some chill music for chillin' with our wingwoman.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCbNAfTRJyA
>>1938596"I was born and raised on Earth." You shrug. "Nothing too special.""Dang, must've been rough." Lara frowns. "My grandparents used to say they were glad to leave Earth because it was in a real bad place.""Don't worry, I was born well after the biosphere had been largely repaired." You say simply as you sip at your beer. "The UN at that point had thirty years and a lot of fancy Zentradi tech to pull it back from the brink.""Awww, that means you must've seen the SDF-1 for real, right?" Lara leans in, eyes flashing. "I've always seen it in pictures and shows, but never in person!" "Yeah, every Valkyrie pilot in Sol goes through there at some point in their training." You nod. "And trust me, it's as big as the vids make it out to be. Of course, the newer SDFs are way larger nowadays.""Still, it's THE original!" Lara chuckles. "Can't believe it's still working after all these years.""Yeah." You nod. "So you said your family left Earth?""Yep!" Lara nods again, still energetic. "Guess at some point during the journey, one of my relatives hooked up with a Zentradi or something. Turns out I'm like, a quarter Zentradi or something.""Is that so?" You nod casually."Yeah! Not enough to let me grow big or anything, but it's still there!" Lara motions to her blue hair. "Guessing that's where this comes from."That was true. Zentradi and other Protoculture descended races tended to have rather... exotic hair colors. "So how about you?" Lara grins leaning in even closer to you as her questions become more personal. "You got any special bloodline or anything?">Purebred human.>Human/Zentradi crossbreed.>That's a bit too personal for me to answer.>Other
>>1938863>That's a bit too personal for me to answer.
>>1938863>>Purebred human.Just some guy. Who used to do black ops.
>>1938863>Purebred human.Nothing fancy
>>1938863>>Purebred human.>"Yeah! Not enough to let me grow big or anything, but it's still there!" Lara motions to her blue hair. "Guessing that's where this comes from."We'll never really know...
>>1938863>>Purebred human.With unnatural human traits
Hey Merc, any chance we're gonna see /qst/-original VFs in the future?
>>1938912I'd expect a Nosferatu from Ace Combat.
>>1938916Wouldn't that be a YF-30?
>>1938916>>1938921>>1938917Now that you think about it, what are we really damn good at?Plane Mode, Gerwalker Mode, or Robot Mode?
>>1938927Since we're an Earthnoid, Gerwalk maybe? Gotta learn how to do the tunnel runs properly, after all!
>>1938863>>That's a bit too personal for me to answer.
>>1938863"Purebred human." You shrug. "Sorry if that sounds a bit dull.""Nah, it's totally natural!" Lara grins as she slaps you on the shoulder. "Besides, most of the guys here and in the fleet are human as well. Most Zentradi don't like the idea of fighting their own brothers, ya know?""I though Zentradi fought each other all the time." You point out. "It's the only reason why they haven't completely swarmed all over the galaxy.""Uncultured Zentradi, yeah." Lara nods. "The ones that assimilated with us? Not so much." "I guess you have a point." You nod. "Hmmmm, it's starting to get kinda late." Lara checks her watch. "How about one more round and we call it quits?""Sure." You nod as Lara waves at the bartender for a fresh order."Anyways, anything about our fine fleet you wanna know in particular?" Lara turns back to you as the bartender gets the extra drinks ready. "I've got all the juicy gossip, ya know!">Ask what Amy's problem is.>Ask for more info on Dorothea. >What exactly is this fleet you're joining?>Other
>>1938955>>Ask what Amy's problem is.
>>1938955>>Ask what Amy's problem is.Was she fooled into joining because she thought she was going to be a pilot?
>>1938955>Ask what Amy's problem is.
>>1938955>>Ask what Amy's problem is.Will she be a liability in future missions, etc
>>1938955>Ask what Amy's problem is.Well if we're purebred i guess augmentations the other remaining reason why we can punch out that cockpit.
>>1939013No.It is simply the next step in human evolution. We are the first of the Newtypes!
>>1939013Are you saying that in vitro babies aren't purebread humans?Also we can just be really strong.Or we use some kind of ki.
>>1938955"So what exactly is Amy's problem?" You frown as you take your new drink from the bartender."Oh, Amy?" Lara sighs. "Look, I'm just gonna say this up front. She ain't a bad kid, okay?""The fact that she tried to steal a Valkyrie and then promised to rip my spine out and skullfuck me indicates otherwise." You point out. "Nah, she's never do anything like that. She's pretty harmless!" Lara laughs. "Kinda like one of those tiny dogs that can bark real loud but not much else.""Oh, I can handle myself fine. It's just the attitude I'm worried about." You shake your head as you drink your beer. "If we're gonna be her bodyguards it'd be nice if she was cooperative.""Mmmmm, how should I put this..." Lara pauses as she tries to find the right words. "Amy kinda fell into the wrong circumstances, or more accurately, had her circumstances decided for her.""That's pretty cryptic." You raise an eyebrow."I don't feel too comfortable talking about this sort of stuff when she ain't around." Lara shakes her head. "My advice is you talk to her yourself when you get the chance. It'll probably make more sense, then.""I'll keep that in mind." You nod, still not quite sure what Lara was getting at."Anyways, last drink of the night!" Lara grins as she slams down a shot full of whiskey. "You up for it?"After your round with Dorothea, you're not sure if you have any left in you...>Take up the challenge.>Politely refuse.>Other
>>1939056>>Take up the challenge.DO EET! DO EET NOW!!!
>>1939056>>Take up the challenge.THIS ISN'T EVEN GUINNESS
>>1939056>>Take up the challenge.
>>1939056>>Take up the challenge.What could go wrong? :D
>>1939056>Take up the challenge.
>>1939056>Take up the challenge.Awesome non-answer there buddy.
>>1939056>>Take up the challenge.We have a high level liver
>>1939081Or at least a well geneticaly crafted one.
>>1939056>Take up the challenge
I remember when Karla would frequently pass out whenever we rolled for alcoholThose were good times
Rolled 3, 20, 8 + 1 = 32 (3d20 + 1)>>1939056"All right." You grin, taking your own shot glass and giving Lara your own confident smirk. "You're on.">Roll 1d20
Rolled 7 (1d20)>>1939146Time for funny drunk stories!
Rolled 8 (1d20)>>1939146>20
Rolled 20 (1d20)>>1939146Time for Snow!
Rolled 20 (1d20)>>1939146
>>1939155Finally, somebody who can hold their liquor
>>1939155"...And that's how I discovered my signature technique!"
>>1939146You both down your shots and slam them down on the counter at the same time. "Hey, not bad." Lara laughs. "Looks like you'll be a squad lead worth following!""Wait, squad lead?" You blink."Well yeah, someone's gotta take charge of the unit." Lara shrugs. "I ain't got enough 'command experience', so the Admiral picked you for the job!""Really now..." You frown. "She probably didn't mention it to ya since it's not official yet, so, congrats, Captain!" You? A captain? That was... pretty interesting."Anyways, I'm gonna turn in for the night. I'll be seeing ya around, Cap!" Lara smiles as she gets up and and salutes. You give a simple nod to "dismiss" her, and she pats you on the back as she passes, while also dropping a few coins on the bar. Well, at least your wingmate looked sane enough, if not insanely high spirited. >You better get some rest yourself.>You should walk off some of this alcohol.>Maybe you could stick around the bar a little longer...>Other
>>1939182>>You should walk off some of this alcohol.
>>1939182>You should walk off some of this alcohol.
>>1939182>>You should walk off some of this alcohol.SHENANIGANS!Also which other idols/pilots will we encounter? Amy can't possibly be the only one right?
>>1939182>>Other>Look for a jukebox and play REMEMBER 16>>1939155Looks like the snow machine is running as intended.
Would it be in bad taste if we found a jukebox and played Sharon Apple songs?
>>1939219After the sharon apple incident? Yes.
>>1939224yes I know of the incident, which is why I asked.
>>1939219>>1939224Sharon Apple is a safe Vocaloid!
>>1939225If we were on earth during that period, its not far fetched to believe we might have been one of those entranced as well.Hell, an instinctual avoidance of sharon apple might not be unreasonable.
>>1939232You got a funny definition of 'safe', buddy.
Sharon Apple did nothing wrong.
>>1939182You decide to take walk around the ship to work some of this extra alcohol out of your system. You never did like going to sleep tipsy or drunk. It just made you feel like shit in the morning. At this hour, the halls of the Gladius were practically empty, lit by a dull red hue to signify the ship's time cycle. Still, you stumble through the pristine halls, occasionally looking out the viewports to see the rainbow cacophony of of fold space, that mysterious dimension that allowed humans to travel intergalactic distances in record time.However, a combination of your distraction, dulled senses, and low lighting cause you to bump into->Amy>A sharply dressed woman. >A short redhead.>Other
>>1939248>>A sharply dressed woman
>>1939248>>A sharply dressed woman.
>>1939248>A sharply dressed woman.
>>1939248>A short redhead.
>>1939248>>A sharply dressed woman.HI JANICE HOW ARE YOU ON THIS LOVELY EVENING
>>1939262This is becoming a Love Dodecahedron, isn't it?The worst thing is Love Dodecahedron could be a really good name for a song.
>>1939248>AmyGet it out of the way
>>1939248>>OtherA busty blonde It's JulieC'mon we have to get the full set!
>>1939268Not until Tarin shows up
>>1939268Yes, it is, isn't it? At least the only green haired character Merc's used so far is Nino, and she's busy in the other TV show, because BEING GREEN IS SUFFERING.>>1939277Either her or Lucina as allied Meltran operators.
>>1939248>A sharply dressed woman
>>1939248>>A short redhead.
s h a w t y
>>1939262How do we know it's not Jenner, or Karla?
>>1939286Sam is sorta greenish-yellowish in hair colour, and she won out against KARLA.
>>1939248You bump into a young, white haired woman who was sharply dressed in a business suit complete with a business skirt and black stockings and heels. However, she doesn't stumble or fall, able to steady herself with suspiciously quick reflexes and sense of balance."I'm sorry, ma'am, I wasn't looking where I was going-" You quickly apologize."Ah, that's no problem, Captain Neumann." The woman smiles, her eyes flashing with ambition. In the dim lighting, you couldn't tell whether those piercing irises were red or purple. Perhaps a mix of both? "Fancy running into you just now!"You narrow your eyes. The way she was dressed and carried herself. You've seen and dealt with her kind before."What does Intelligence want with me?" You grimace. "Ahhh, you're just as sharp as they say!" The woman chuckles and hold her hand out. You reluctantly shake it. "Karla Weiss at your service!""I wasn't aware I needed a handler." You cross your arms. "Oh, you don't, but a certain idol of ours does!" Karla winks. "You could just say I'm her agent, or... producer! Yeah, that has a much more professional ring to it, doesn't it?""I suppose." Reply simply. Still unsure how to act in front of this spook. Was she really telling the truth? Or was she testing you in some way?"Oh, I know that look, and it hurts my feelings so!" Karla sighs in mock sorrow."We're all on the same team, aren't we?"You narrow our eyes.>I suppose we are.>Forgive me if I don't believe you at face value.>Other
>>1939342>>Forgive me if I don't believe you at face value.
>>1939342>I suppose we are.
>>1939342>You'll forgive me if I don't immediately trust a secret agent.
>>1939342>Forgive me if I don't believe you at face value.Never trust a spook
>>1939342>>I suppose we are.
>>1939342>>Forgive me if I don't believe you at face value.I was spec ops Ma'am, forgive me if I can't. But you already knew that.
>>1939342>>Forgive me if I don't believe you at face value.KARLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAt least she's not an idol.
>>1939356whoops, meant to copy the >Forgive me if I don't believe you at face value.
>>1939342>Forgive me if I don't believe you at face valueWe're going to hatefuck aren't we?
>>1939371We're going to be leaving our pure DNA everywhere on this ship by the end of this quest.
>>1939342>>I suppose we are.Yes...
>>1939342>>>Forgive me if I don't believe you at face value.
>>1939342"Forgive me if I don't take your word at face value." You frown. "I know very well how often Intel's priorities diverge from everybody else's.""True enough, true enough." Karla nods, her smile unwavering. However, you don't get the same feeling camaraderie Lara's smile evokes, or the warmth when Dorothea's stoic mask breaks. No, everything about this woman was cold and calculating. All purpose. "I hope that means we can still work together!""I suppose there's not much other choice, is there?" You remark."I suppose not!" Karla winks and starts to walk off. "Until next time!" You watch warily as Karla walks off to where she was headed. Only when she was completely out of sight did you feel safe moving at all.You quickly decide that you have had enough for the night and head back to your quarters. After a quick shower and change of clothes, you drop onto your bed. Your gaze falls over to a clock that had been conveniently provided. You reach over and start to program the alarm. You didn't really have any set time to get up, so you figured you had some leeway in that regard.>Get up nice and early.>Take this chance to sleep in. You probably won't get many more.>Other
>>1939412>Get up nice and early.Gyyyym
>>1939412>>Get up nice and early.
>>1939412>>Get up nice and early.Hit the gym you skinny fucker
>>1939412>>>Get up nice and early.
>>1939412>Get up nice and early.
>>1939412>>Get up nice and early.>>1939414>>1939421Get swole, gotta train our neck muscles for dem high-G maneuvers.
>>1938927Plane all the way.Purebred human. Purebred earthling. Purebred motherfucking pilot.>>1939155BEHOLD, THE POWER OF THE SNOW!>>1939013Nah, that's entirely because we're descended from a legendary warrior. Some say he prefers his coffee with a drop of Imp blood, and that he once stopped an amphibious invasion force with a single punch. All we know is, he's called JAGER STURMFUHRER!
>tfw the most boring options were picked every time
>>1939455>Experienced spec ops guy gets up every morning. Big surprise.
>>1939412You decide to get up nice and early. After all, it was best to maintain good habits after you've set them up. Couldn't afford to slack off, after all. You get out of bed at the behest of your whining alarm, which you shut off. The hour was still pretty early, but not obscenely so. Looking at the time again, there was still a bit of time before the Gladius would defold and arrive at your destination. You also realize just how stiff you feel. >Go grab some chow.>Take a lap or two around the ship.>Hit what excuse this ship has for a gym.>Other
>>1939471>>Hit what excuse this ship has for a gym.gib girls in sports bras and boyshorts pls
>>1939471>>Hit what excuse this ship has for a gym.Make sure to work on our cardio!
>>1939471>Hit what excuse this ship has for a gym.Gym before food.
>>1939471>>Hit what excuse this ship has for a gym.Might encounter more waifus- I mean idols training
>>1939471>Hit what excuse this ship has for a gym.
>>1939342>>1939412As a lifelong and die-hard Karlafag, let me just get this out of my systemBEST GIRL HAS ARRIVED! GIF RELATED! ROUTELOCK WHEN?!On a more serious note, although she's a different kind of dangerous than before, I LIKE this Karla. I'm getting a very predatory vibe from her.>>1939471>Hit what excuse this ship has for a gym.GAAAAAAAAAAAINZ!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YIArHoMf_XA
>>1939471You decide to make a quick stop to whatever this ship called a gym for a quick workout. You should at least get the blood flowing through your muscles again. The gym was a simple enough affair when you finally find it. There were rows of various weightlifting machines, as well as treadmills and other cardio equipment. On the walls where various TV screens streaming all sorts of programs from galactic news to idol concerts. You note that this gym even had a boxing ring in the back, which was a bit surprising. And it was in use. And it was none other than Amy, the foul mouthed idol you were assigned to protect. She was stripped down to simple workout clothes, her hands encapsulated in a pair of boxing gloves. Her opponent was a simple boxing drone, designed to move around and vaguely resemble a human opponent. And the girl was just absolutely WAILING into it, punch after punch with a meaty WHACK WHACK WHACK with each strike. You had to admit, the girl certainly did have a lot of strength, or at lot of pent up energy at the very least. However, the streams of sweat dripping down from her face and hair was an indicator that she was overexerting herself. The typical signs of a brawler, not a fighter.You look around. Doesn't look like anybody else was present. Probably wasn't a good hour for everybody else.>Keep observing from a distance.>You guess you could give her some pointers...>Other
>>1939520>You guess you could give her some pointers...
>>1939520>You guess you could give her some pointers
>>1939520>You guess you could give her some pointers...Gotta teach her how to shatter cockpit material.
>>1939520>>You guess you could give her some pointers...Find a clean spot on the mat, have a seat, and just offer little pointers as she's fighting--shift her weight here, maybe watch her ride side tehre, vary her punches a little bit.
>>1939520>>You guess you could give her some pointers..."You know if you overextend into a punch, you're going to leave yourself open to a counterattack."
>>1939520>>You guess you could give her some pointers...
>>1939520Well, you suppose you could give the kid some pointers. It kind of pained you seeing her waste her energy on pointless moves like that. You walk up to the boxing ring and lean on the edge."Hey, Kid." You say casually. "Word of advice, don't throw all your body weight into each hit like that. You're using up too much extra energy and you're overextending yourself, which leaves you open to a counterattack.""Hey, who said-" Amy turns and then sees you. She freezes for a moment in shock. "YOU.""Yes, it's me." You grin. "Captain Harry Neumann. Your new babysitter, apparently.""I don't need a babysitter." Amy fumes. "I'm just doing what I'm told." You shrug. "Yeah, well, I used to that once upon a time and look where it's gotten me." Amy scowls as she aims another punch at the drone. This time you note she holds back a bit like you advised. "Care to talk about it?" You ask, remembering Lara's advice about her."Get in the ring and maybe I'll think about it." Amy grunts, tossing you an extra pair of boxing gloves.>Accept the challenge. >You're not here to fight.>Other
>>1939560>>Accept the challenge.
>>1939560>>Accept the challenge.Hopefully nobody takes this out of context.
>>1939560>Accept the challenge.Her overconfidence will be her downfall.
>>1939560>Accept the challenge.
>>1939560>Accept the challenge. >You really want to trade blows with a man who can break cockpit canopies with his bear hands and not even get a bruise in return? Ballsy if nothing else.
>>1939560You decide to accept Amy's challenge, taking up the gloves and climbing into the ring."Just as a word of warning, do you really want to trade blows with a man who can break cockpit canopies with his bare hands?" You ask her."A once in a lifetime fluke, I'm pretty sure." Amy grunts, putting herself into a ready position. "Plus I need to blow of some steam and this seems like a good opportunity."Well, you had to admit this girl was pretty ballsy, if nothing else. You put the gloves on and put yourself in a ready position as well.And as expected, Amy makes the first move, blitzing forward in a surprising burst of speed.>Humor her a bit. >Show her the gulf between you and her.>Other
>>1939588>>Humor her a bit.then>Show her the gulf between you and her.
>>1939588>>Humor her a bit.
>>1939588>Humor her a bit.
>>1939588>Show her the gulf between you and her.If she's going to learn to fight properly, first she has to UNLEARN all those awful, sloppy habits she has.
>>1939588>Show her the gulf between you and her.When we're sufficiently smug turn right and see some orange haired weirdo explode a punching bag.
>>1939588>Show her the gulf between you and her.
>>1939588>>Show her the gulf between you and her.At the very least, try to find something to compliment about her.
>>1939588>>Show her the gulf between you and her.
>>1939588>Humor her a bit. Test her. See how good she is.
>>1939588>>Humor her a bit. >>Show her the gulf between you and her.
>>1939588>Let her exhaust herself like she's clearly wont to do, then defeat her embarrasingly.
>>1939588You decide that it's best to show her just how large the gulf between you and her in terms of combat ability was. As Amy surges forward, despite her speed, her punch was so telegraphed that she may as well have been moving like molasses. You easily sidestep the punch, grab her wrist with one hand and pull her forward. You raise your other arm your elbow hits her directly in her solar plexus, winding her and forcing her to bend over. You take advantage by leveraging her arm to force her to drop face down onto the ground and you use your knee to pin her down in place.And the whole thing barely took three seconds.Simple, clean, and efficient.>Roll 1d20
Rolled 16 (1d20)>>1939636
Rolled 1 (1d20)>>1939636Here it comes
Rolled 5 (1d20)>>1939636
Rolled 14 (1d20)>>1939636
>>1939642>>1939644kekI think we made a little girl cry.
Rolled 9 (1d20)>>1939636
>>1939642And in one fell swoop, we're going to find out we were on the wrong side of the gulf.
>>1939650That, or she decided to bite us.
>>1939652Defenceless before a young girl's tears
>>1939656Or she tried to get out and manged to hit our balls with her leg.
>>1939636"Neumann." Your heart stops when you hear Dorothea's stern voice behind you. You turn your head to see your Admiral, arms crossed and dark look on her face."Mind telling me why you're assaulting our idol?" She asks, a single raised eyebrow giving away her annoyance."It was just a sparring match, ma'am." You try to explain. "Isn't that right, Amy?"No answer.Shit, did you actually knock her out? You did sort of go all out-However, the moment you take your knee off her back, Amy flips around, grabs the collar of your shirt and bashes her forehead against yours with a loud CRACK. Your vision explodes into stars and color. Luckily, you were both wearing head protectors, so you knew your skulls weren't actually cracked open. But still, it hurt like hell. Amy then drops onto her back, panting heavily but with a satisfied look on her face.Dorothea, meanwhile, was standing completely still. Probably trying not to show any sign of surprise or shock. "Hah, managed to get a hit in..." Amy coughs and smiles. >That was a pretty dirty move.>I'm impressed.>Other
>>1939665>>That was a pretty dirty move.
>>1939665>That was a pretty dirty move.>I'm impressed.Spec ops is all about the dirty fighting
>>1939665>>I'm impressed."Now we just gotta beat those bad habits and attitude out of you!"
>>1939665>>That was a pretty dirty move.>>I'm impressed.
>>1939665>>That was a pretty dirty move.>>I'm impressed.This. >>1939674
>>1939665>>That was a pretty dirty move.>>I'm impressed.+Help her up.
>>1939665>>That was a pretty dirty move.>>I'm impressed.seeing as we can't even talk about the shit we did
>>1939665>That was a pretty dirty move.>I'm impressed.We did SF shit.The first lesson we'd have learned in that world, is that fighting fair is tantamount to suicide.
>>1939665>>I'm impressed.good job. Coming from our old line of work that's pretty good.
>>1939665>You must aim for the nose, not the forehead. Otherwise you'll hurt yourself more than the opponent.
>>1939665"That was a pretty dirty move, Kid. I'm impressed." You grin as you help Amy back up to her feet. "We'll make a proper fighter out of you, yet.""So you'll really teach me those moves?" Amy's eyes widens."I don't see why not." You shrug."Ah, just a sparring match, I see." Dorothea sighs in relief. "I was afraid it was something a bit more... sinister.""Sorry if that gave you a heart attack, ma'am." You apologize. "Wasn't expecting anybody else to be watching.""Yes, well..." Dorothea straightens back up and regains her composure. "I suppose this means the both of you should report to the infirmary and get yourselves checked out. We just defolded and will be rendezvousing with the main fleet shortly.""Yes, Admiral." Amy rolls her eyes.Dorothea shakes her head but otherwise does not chew Amy out on her obvious disrespect. This was probably a common thing between them, you assume. "Yes ma'am." You nod as you take Amy's hand and start dragging her off. As the two of you head for the infirmary, you pass by a viewport and see that the rainbow kaleidoscope of fold space was replaced with the conventional starry void of ordinary space. In the distance, you could see a cloud of glittering lights, no doubt the main fleet your ship was moving to link up with. "Hey, whats-your-name." Amy nudges you with her elbow."Harry." You tell her. "Harry Neumann.""Well, Harry, I suppose I got an end of a deal to keep up with." Amy grumbles. "That's right." You nod."Yeah, well..." Amy sighs, her fingers trailing along the wall as she walks. "What would you say if i told you that I never really thought about becoming an idol in the first place?""Then I'd wonder why you're working as an idol for NUNS." You respond. "And what if I told you that this was the career path NUNS decided for me?" Amy continues.>I'd say that there's something special about you that makes you suited for the job.>That doesn't sound right at all.>Then why stick with NUNS in the first place?>Other
>>1939721>>Then why stick with NUNS in the first place?
>>1939721>Then why stick with NUNS in the first place?
>>1939721>>I'd say that there's something special about you that makes you suited for the job.
>>1939721>>I'd say that there's something special about you that makes you suited for the job.Her singing can generate fold waves, I bet.>Then why stick with NUNS in the first place?She could have joined up with SMS or other PMCs instead.
>>1939721>I'd say that there's something special about you that makes you suited for the job.
>>1939730Let's go with this
>>1939721"If that's the case, why stick with NUNS?" You wonder. "You could leave the military if you don't like it. Hell, maybe even join a PMC.""Yeah, and they'll just do the same thing and shoehorn into an idol group." Amy rolls her eyes. "It's what they do for those girls who've got 'high fold resonance' or whatever the fuck they call it.""That still doesn't answer the question of why you're still here." You point out."Yeah, well... let's just say sticking with NUNS is still my best shot at being a Monster pilot." Amy grumbles. "A Konig Monster?" You blink. That was a heavy support destroid, a mech vehicle that some engineers decided to stick four gigantic battleship-grade cannons and six heavy missile launchers. Enough firepower to knock out entire battlefleets on its own."Yeah!" Amy nods, a genuine smile on her face this time. "I just love it's size and all that firepower its packing! Completely fucking unstoppable!"You think you were starting to get a better handle on Amy's personality now. "I mean, you're a pilot, so you should understand, right?" Amy turns to you. "What if some houghty poughty officer just came along and told you that you weren't allowed to fly anymore because he knew 'what's best for you?'">He probably has a reason for it.>Punch him the face.>Other
>>1939749>>Punch him the face.
>>1939749>>He probably has a reason for it.
>>1939749>Worked around it. There are ways.
>>1939754Let's go with this.
>>1939749This >>1939754Orders have to be followed but there are ways to get things done.
>>1939749>He probably has a reason for it.>"It's what they do for those girls who've got 'high fold resonance' or whatever the fuck they call it."Given what that can do, the Monster would be a downgrade.
>>1939749>>>He probably has a reason for it.
>>1939749"I'd find a way to work around it." You shrug. "There are ways.""Ways, huh?" Amy sighs. "If only it were that simple for me.""Don't worry, Kid. I'm sure you'll get your chance." You put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Maybe if you behave long enough, Command might change it's mind about you.""Wanna make a bet on that?" Amy laughs lightly. "Just stick with it. You won't get any chances if you keep being insubordinate." You suggest. "Jeez, you're starting to sound like the Admiral now." Amy rolls her eyes. By this point, the two of you reach the infirmary, where the doctor on duty gives you both a ice pack to control the swelling in your heads. Other than that, there were no serious injuries for the both of you. "Anyways, um, thanks for the advice, I guess." Amy mumbles. "I'll see you at the briefing later, then.""You know, we can just go there togeth-""SorryIgotsomethingelsetodobye!" Amy says quickly before dashing off....huh. Odd girl.Then again it seems you've had a slew of odd girls suddenly thrust upon you in just one day. This was certainly going to be an interesting deployment...>And that's it for tonight! As always, next thread is next week! And don't forget Frontier Knight on Saturday!
>>1939770See you tomorrow, Merc!
>>1939749Oh Amy how did I know you'd love the good ol'Koenig
>>1939770Heh, I expected Amy to favor the Monster.>>1939772You and me both...Also, I've noticed one thing, there hasn't been any other men on the vessel (unsure about the bartender). Hmmm... Will there be clingy jealous suitors or ex-boyfriends, I wonder?Thanks for running, Merc! See you next DECULTURE!!!https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EnHFwSRhvnY
>>1939773>hasn't been any other men on the vesselThis is clearly a vile set up as if this whole situation was actually being secretly recorded as a way to spread culture via REALITY TV SHOWS.
>>1939775Consider the following:Dorothea - Admiral, CakeLara - Wingman, SPESS ELF, possibly Max Jenius level skillsKarla - Spook, P-san, probably a dominatrixAmy - Reluctant Idol, high fold resonance, loves the Monster.We probably need about 16 more girls to construct the Love Dodecahedron. Anyone keeping track of the points scored so far?
Admiral is so far my favorite.
>>1939784At least wait for the other idols, anon.
>>1939784>>1939786We still don't have the full-blooded Meltrandi idols that can get BIG, the catfish girl and the obligatory green haired girl whose role is to suffer.And the highly illegal AI/clone/android
>>1939286Speaking of which, I was trawling through male pilot image searches and found this. Possibly our hero?
>>1939836>>1939286You know since P-san is busy playing the Templar
>>1939836>>1939837Implying it's P-san and not Cole as the Templar.>>1939016>>1939033I noticed something>Neumann>New Man>Majority of humanity are descended from clones of survivors from Space War 1>Harry could be a clone, but a clone of who?>This guy?
>>1939853But she was busy being double cast as Hoel and Woel. And if we are a clone of SPOILER we need to stay away from pineapples
>>1939856What's going on with pineapples?
>>1939781Admiral is the same age as us (roughly) though
i thought monsters needed a crew, like a tank, to operate
>>1939856>>1939862It's a general rule in Macross fandom that any reference to pineapples in cake, salad or in a cocktail = DEATH>>1939863They could have kept the donor genes on ice for about two decades or so.>>1939865Nah, the Variable Bomber version manages with one pilot.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rfpxki_7ocE
>>1939866Oh Canaria you sexy ass one woman artillery show. True best girl along with Klan Klan of Frontier. Admittedly I was also a Sherylfag
>>1939836>>1939837That hair is so far out of regs I think we'd give the Admiral a heart attack.
>>1939958Roy and Max weren't exactly shining examples of regulation length hair either.
>>1939979True, but Roy had earned it by basically being a modern day Joe Foss during the wars, and by the time Max joined up standards for that kind of thing were probably pretty relaxed due to the whole, fight for survival thing.Also in a fight having a ponytail is basically having a big ol' handle on the back of your head to be used against you.
>>1939986If the enemy inside our cockpit, them grabbing our ponytail is the least of our worries.
>>1939853>New ManWe gotta spread our genes around to do our duty, don't we?
>>1940101Rather than spreading GENES, I think that there is something more important to spread: MEMES.
>>1940095I'm actually thinking of our special ops background and the fact that we probably did some shit outside the cockpit once or twice.
>>1940136Special ops? What special ops? We're just a dime-a-dozen pilot. It says so in our publicly available service record. What are even talking about anon?Nothing happened. Nothing unusual and covert ever happened.
>>1939866The VB-6 version has a Battloid mode. If we could scrounge up a trainer unit, that'd have a tandem cockpit.Also, Merc Command: You keep posting the SDF-1 with ARM-1 and ARM-2 attached, which means we're firmly in the Do You Remember Love? continuity, right? As such, just to remind you, Humans can Macronize, but only Maximilian Genius has screen time proving humans can do it. (It also fixed his eyesight when he piloted the Queadluun-Rau with Millia)https://youtu.be/rxahwxY_5jg?t=88http://www.mahq.net/mecha/macross/dyrl/queadluun-rau.htm
>>1940166Wasn't it already confirmed that DYRL is a "based on true events" movie within the Macross continuity? The movie would have used the post-Space War 1 configuration of the SDF-1.
>>1940166>we're firmly in the Do You Remember Love? continuityNot necessarily. The design of SDF-1 got retconned into having those two ships after DYRL came out, with Plus and Frontier depicting it with the ARM ships.
>>1940151Clearly Harry Neumann did not [REDACTED BY NUNS MILITARY INTELLIGENCE SERVICE]
>>1940166You shouldn't take the images I post literally. I was just posting those particular SDF-1 images because I thought they looked cool.
>>1940401>because I thought they looked cool.Yeah, DYRL is one of the prettiest damn pieces of animation ever.
>>1940401Damn so this means no Star Singer clone goddess/pilot to waifu?>>1940429Macross Plus still looks incredibly good today as well.
>>1941864True, and Plus IS my favorite entry in the franchise as a whole.But DYRL is just crazy fucking gorgeous.
>>1940401Wasn't it that the outfits/designs in DYRL were canon, but the story was a dramatization because in setting it was a movie based on the first space war? Still, that doesn't mean humans can't be Macronized. If I remember right, there's a Macronized Human in Dynamite 7.
So did we get our Robotech yet?
You know, I wonder if we'll ever get a shot at the YF-30.
>>1949963Maybe when a Variable Fighter version of this appears.