ARCHIVE: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Starship+Idols“Lieutenant!” You can hear Azuma barge into your room, and take a whiff. Yeah, he smells the alcohol. “Oh for fucks sake, Lieutenant.” He wanders around the room, finding your room here in Camp Sugar Watkins relatively neat and orderly (you don't have much else to do anyway), save for the bed. There, he finds you lying on the floor, naked as the day you were born, with barely the sheets wrapped around you to keep you decent. Your face lies in a small puddle of dried up drool. “Lieutenant.”You spit a bit. “Fuck do you want.”“Lieutenant, Danner's here. He wants to talk to you about the Idol business. Demographics we need to target, locations we need to go to after our first concert, the business of hiring more Idols.” Oh yes, yes. Idol business. You grab your throbbing forehead, grimacing at the fact that it feels like you lost an argument with a train.“Right...” You wave him off. “Fuck off. I'll be with you in a minute.”He stands there, tilting his head. “Do you-... want any help?”“Do I look like a fucking child to you?”“Yes.”“You-” You sit up, wiping the dried off drool and spittle off your face. “I'll have you know! I won a fucking Terran Cross! And I'm a fucking FIRST Lieutenant of the Mobile Infantry, not some third-rate butterbars what came right out of fucking OCS!” You point at him, wagging your finger. “And I deserve some fucking respect! First off, you should be honored that you get to see me in my birthday suit! Only seven other boys have seen that!” Admittedly, they were only around for a couple of nights, your last boyfriend only lasted a week before deciding to break it off. But it's the thought that counts!Azuma takes one long look at you, then says, “I've seen better.”“Fuck off!” Your pillow nearly knocks him over.He tosses the pillow onto the bed. “Well, I'm not gonna be your mother if you're gonna keep acting like a child. Today the girls start their suit training too. They might need some advice on that before they break an arm or something.” Okay, no, yeah, that's actually very important. “I'll leave you to it.” He starts to walk out the door.“Wait, Azuma!” You rest your head on the bed, and watch him turn around unamusedly. “... I'm sorry.”He rolls his eyes, sighing. “Just make yourself presentable, Lieutenant. Be the Lieutenant I know you are.” And with that, he exits your room.Hmph, fuck he knows about you.> Take your time, catch up on the news, make yourself very presentable. You can decide which thing to do after a spot of tea and whiskey.> Go head down to the Suit Proving Grounds.> Go down to the Temporary Idol Production Offices (the utility room)> Other
>>571305>> Go head down to the Suit Proving Grounds.Give them pointers, make sure they don't break their legs
>>571305>> Go head down to the Suit Proving Grounds.
>>571305>Seen better? You're still hot! M-maybe you could lose a few pounds? (Lose a bit of weight.)> Go head down to the Suit Proving Grounds.
>>571320> Go head down to the Suit Proving Grounds.> After a cup of tea and whiskey.
>>571305>Only seven other boys have seen that!Seven's a lot. We kind of a slut
>>571397>Seven's a lot.
>>571397>they were only around for a couple of nights, your last boyfriend only lasted a week before deciding to break it offMaybe the LT's just desperate and clingy
>>571404I'm 30, you'll have to forgive me for being out of touch.
>>571421Seven is a low number of partners for ANYONE in the military. Also, I'm 34.
>>571438>>571421Retraction: Seven isn't that ridiculous of a number for ANYONE in the military.
>>571305And how many Girlfriends?
>>571453>Implying any girl can handle the LT
>>571438Well, the military is a weird hyper-macho environment completely disconnected from human norms and values. I also know plenty of guys who bitched and moaned because they didn't get any action during their service. (most were airforce, however)
>>571460But update says, it's guys that can't handle her.
> Go head down to the Suit Proving Grounds.--Mills drives you in the Land Rover down to the Suit Proving Grounds, a kilometer stretch of land reserved primarily for suit training. Why do recruits need a whole kilometer of land just to learn how to walk? Well, you've always been the advocate that they need five kilometers.You manage to catch the training as it starts, in a large hangar building where all the training suits are kept. Career Sergeant Dune addresses the few dozen strong batch of Recruits, your Idols included, as they stand outside the hangar in preparation for receiving their training suits. “Today, you are going to start your Suit Trials. You've all done the simulations, the suits are tricky, but they are going to be your best friend.“A suit is not a space suit, but it can act as one! It's not primarily armor, but then again the Knights of the Round Table were not as well-armored as we were! It's not a starship, but it can fly, a little bit. But the only hope starships have against a suit is saturation bombardment of a suit's location. When you put on a suit, you are becoming more than just a man. You are accepting responsibility and risk. And believe me, responsibility is the name of the game today. Your suits for training will be the ONLY suits you get! You break it, it's coming out of your pay. And each suit is very expensive piece of Federal Equipment, and if you lose or break your suit irreparably!” He walks up to Olga, shouting in her surprised face. “You are going to pay off that suit until you FIVE HUNDRED YEARS OLD! Am I clear!?”“Yes, Career Sergeant!”“Good! Now meet your newest partners!” Everyone looks expectantly, awe-inspired, as their suits are wheeled into view.And their faces promptly drop in disgust and confusion.“I can tell you aren't happy, well guess what, my granddaddy had to fight using these! And fuck if you think you're going to be spoiled enough to use actual frontline equipment for training! These suits have been modernized to be relatively similar to the Paladin and Marauder lines you may be expected to use! You have five minutes to examine them top to bottom, then report to the lockers and to get yourselves into your I-Suits! On the double!”Olga looks up in awe at the ancient piece of armor. “Whooooaa...” She smiles happily. “My great grandpa used one of these in the First Space War!”“They look like diving suits,” says Stacy condescendingly.“They'll do for training,” says Rosalie. “And besides, I think they look kind of adorable.”“Right?!” Olga grins, happily pressing her hands against the olive drab armor. “Wow!”[1/2]
>>571473[2/2]> BRITISH LEYLAND MARK I(H) CHALLENGER POWERED INFANTRY ARMOR> These suits are over a hundred years old, and are long obsolete. Despite that, they've held together well enough for the Federation to modernize them and utilize them as training suits to avoid having valuable equipment be broken by unsteady recruits. The suits are slow, the jetpack is underpowered for its weight, and there is no onboard weaponry whatsoever. But the sheer armor and intense reliability of each suit makes them worth their weight in gold.You walk up to your Idols, smiling at them. “Like what you see?”“Yeah!” Olga looks into the suit itself, seeing the slot for the trooper to fit into. “Whoa! Neato!”Stacy folds her arms. “Um.” You look over at her. She has a question. “So, Lieutenant... are these suits easy to use?”> “Sure. Don't worry, I'm rooting for you.”> “If it'll make you feel better, I'll put one on and show you.”> “Fuck no.”> Other
>>571478>> “If it'll make you feel better, I'll put one on and show you.”
>>571478>> “Fuck no.”>> “If it'll make you feel better, I'll put one on and show you.”
So yeah, my computer for some reason is refusing to connect to the internet which means I can't post the update for now, posting from my laptop.Hi everybody.
>>571478> “If it'll make you feel better, I'll put one on and show you.”>>571472I think it's less that the can't handle her and more that noone wants to. Lefty's damaged goods, it's kind of sad because all she probably wants is someone she trusts to hold her and say that what happened to Dizzy wasn't her fault.>>571714Yo, cut 600ish words off the pastebin, gonna try and clean up my transmission primer then update it. Any luck with the song writing?
>>571739The idea is that I'm probably going to just steal songs and probably paste lyrics of mine over the tune. I'm not sure I can do original song writing.ARE YOU READY I'M READY
>>571745Yeah, didn't expect full composition or anything. Mainly because it's a nightmare.
>>571757While I restart my computer, feel free to ask me questions about the Starship Idols-verse, I need something to make me feel better for being more than an hour late on an update.
>>571766Do we shot those who are unwilling and unable to do there job?
>>571766Is there much difference in the Quality of Life between a citizen and non-citizen? Or is it mainly just that citizens get a vote?
>>571771No, they just get kicked out and deprived of their right to citizenship. This is usually a voluntary scenario though.For involuntary scenarios (i.e. court martial), the Federation goes out of its way to try and ignore things to keep valuable bodies on the frontlines. It can't afford to drum out TOO many people.>>571773There is very little difference. Citizens however are the only ones allowed to vote, hold public office, teach certain classes, and receive certain benefits such as favorable taxing on business ventures and/or full health insurance for the rest of their life.However, despite the little difference between a citizen and a civilian, most people fail to understand that most citizens earned the responsibility and resent it. This is mostly seen as you go farther out of the home planets and towards the Outer Colonies (especially in the mid-rim where most refugees end up and especially in the Colonial Defense Forces).
>>571785> Colonial Defense ForcesI'm guessing these guys don't get to be citizens after serving? What exactly are they like, equipment and training wise, or are they more like a collection of planetary militias with no real standardisation?
> “If it'll make you feel better, I'll put one on and show you.”You sigh. “If it'll make you feel better, I'll put on a suit and show you.” You tap your head. “But listen, you don't pilot or drive a suit. You -wear- a suit. Got that?” Stacy nods. “First step of learning how to use one, Stacy.” You look to see Career Sergeant Dune, arms folded and watching out for the recruits as they examine their new suits. “Dune! You got an I-Suit for me?”He quirks his brow. “Putting a suit on?”“Might as well help set an example,” you say.“Fine.” He nods to you. Besides, wearing a suit is a lot like riding a bicycle, you never forget! “Recruits! I-Suits on! Now!”--The standard Interfacing Suit (or I-Suit) is a form fitting grey suit with a vest which locks into a suit's structure and interfaces directly with it. The suit then takes a minute or two to adjust to a user's height and width, then locks into their movement, and very soon you're off and running. Some camp technicians help the recruits into their suits, with Joey, Breckenridge, and Lindstrom along with Stacy and Rosalie having some trouble interfacing with theirs.Olga however is the first to not just interface with hers, she even walks right out of the hangar like she owns the place. “Later!”“Recruit! Stand by outside of the hangar!” yells Dune. Olga gives a thumbs up, then steps outside of the hangar to wait. Dune wears his own Mark One suit, marked with a yellow stripe to indicate him as a trainer, same as yours.Honestly, if there's one thing you've learned, it's that I-Suits are great at telling you that you've gained weight. Jesus Christ. You fit yourself in, and allow the suit to naturally interface with you. The hood lowers down around you, and seals shut. There we go.One thing about suits that you had to get used to during training, the helmet is usually static. Which means looking around is a little troublesome. But, you're here, and man does this feel great. You step forward, and hear the soft plunk of your suit's foot hitting the ground. Yes! You haven't forgotten a thing. Left foot, right foot. Easy does it.The rest of the Recruits are all in their suits now, ready to go. “Alright, let's get walking! Baby steps now!” yells Dune. One recruit immediately topples over, another accidentally sets off his jets and flings himself into a pile of crates. “This is going to be a long day. Recruit Elson!” He walks up to Stacy, who appears to standing stock still. “How is your suit?” he asks.“Fine, Career Sergeant! I am ready to go!” yells Stacy.“Good, then salute me then,” he says.Stacy blinks, looking down nervously. “... Career Sergeant?”“It's just a simple salute. What are you going to do if an Officer passes by?” Hey! “Salute.”…Stacy immediately slaps herself in the face, falling backward. “OW! Fuck!”You sigh.> Help Stacy up. That's how the Career Sergeant got you back in training.> “Get up, Stacy. Under your own power.”> Leave her, she'll learn.> Other
>>571799> “Get up, Stacy. Under your own power.”Oh god, This is gonna be enjoyable reading. Who does the Feddies fight in this, Bugs still? Aliens? Innies?
>>571799> “Get up, Stacy. Under your own power.”"Slowly, think carefully about your movements before making them, at least until you get used to moving in a suit."
>>571794The Colonial Defense Forces are a relatively recent-ish development for the Federation. Prime Minister Thach fought the Federal Council as a Councilor for five years arguing that the Colonies needed a homeguard to free up MI Troopers and Fleet ships.They've only been around for about three years after Thach got elected, and unfortunately she could not get everything she wanted for them.The CDF is highly disorganized, being left mostly up to the Colonies to organize and enlist. Unlike the MI, they do not have access to suits or most advanced weaponry and thus have to rely extensively on basic bulletproof and kevlar armor, older pulse weaponry, and their own guts to see them through.And because they're recognized as a colonial development and not a federal one, the CDF isn't counted as being Federal Service, thus people who fight in the CDF are not eligible for citizenship which is a very sore point for many of them.Essentially, they're just the Starship Troopers movie MI.>>571812Mostly the bugs. There are other Aliens such as Skinnies and the Bugs occasionally make use of foreign auxiliaries but overall, the prime enemy for the Federation is the Bugs.
>>571825I also forgot to add, the reason the CDF isn't counted as being Federal service alongside the whole "the colonies use them, not the Federation" part, is because the CDF isn't authorized to participate in offensive operations. They function primarily as a defense and humanitarian relief force.
>>571799>> “Get up, Stacy. Under your own power.”
>>571825Jeez, the CDF guys are actually pretty hardcore if they signed up for that. No suits, no citizenship, no recognition just a rifle, some body armour and the will to fight to defend their homes.
>>571825Ah, I see you know of the skinnies. Well cool. >>571835That seems alittle though, if it was called a 'milita' I could understand the loop-hole used but a 'defense' force seems like something you'd join to chesse your way into Citizen ship. I take it the debate rages on?
>>571842The debate is a very fierce thing in the Federation (most of its councilors are very intensely conservative, meaning most of them don't like the idea of having the job of home defense being taken away from the MI.) Prime Minister Thach originally wanted at least basic powered suits for the CDF along with the magpulse weaponry the MI uses and full support of the Fleet AND it being recognized as Federal Service. Of course, some stuff got cut.
>>571842I think of they're like the PDF from 40k. They ain't the real deal, they're just meatshields designed to last long enough for the real Imperial Guard or Space Marines to come in
>>571851Does magpulse mean railguns, and pulse mean modern day combustion guns?
>>571851that's a real shame, sense they'd be doing the same job as the MI if things got heated before the military arrived. >>571854I figured, didn't want to assume.
>>571863Magnetic Pulse weaponry is basically railguns, while pulse weaponry is actually pulse weaponry. Modern day combustion guns have been obsolete in galactic warfare for decades.Magpulse weaponry function similarly to the Mass Effect style weaponry, shaving a speck off a block of metal and propelling it at intense speeds. Pulse weaponry is pure energy weaponry which is on its way out due to it being inadequate against bug exoskeletons and heat issues at the infantry level (with larger pulse cannons serving as the main Federal Fleet armament alongside railguns.)There are also laser weapons as well serving as heavy weapons for the MI, along with ongoing research into plasma weaponry that the bugs use.
> “Get up, Stacy. Under your own power.”You step on over to Stacy, looking down on her. “How are you, Stacy?” Career Sergeant Dune leaves you to corral the stumbling and tumbling Recruits outside of the hangar. Stacy looks around, her head not really comprehending that the helmet is fused to the shoulders and thus immovable. She looks over at you, a little frightened.“I'm going to be honest, Lieutenant. I'm terrified.” You nod at that, understandable. “If I move a muscle, it feels like the suit just kind of goes! H-... how do you-”“Listen, under your own power, just get up.” Stacy looks at you for a second, then nods slowly. She flexes her finger, wincing a bit as she presses them flat on the ground. Slowly she turns herself onto her side, yelling in pain for a second. “Are you okay?”“I'm fine, I just bumped something!” she shouts. “Okay, okay... I can do this.” She turns herself onto her front, then pushes herself up. She yells in fright, stumbling backwards, spinning her arms like a centrifuge to keep herself steady. Then she stays still, panting heavily. “Okay, okay. I think I got it.”“WATCH OUT!” Rosalie runs full tilt into Stacy, knocking them both over screaming. That doesn't stop Rosalie however, she goes skidding down, knocking Joey over and causing a chain reaction of Recruits falling over or flying out of control to get out of the way. Rosalie continues to stumble, screaming in fright. “Look out! Look out!” She charges at Dune. “I can't stop!”“Rosalie!” you yell.Dune grabs Rosalie's helmet, then simply pushes her over. She falls over, still flailing her legs and arms around. But now she is as useless as a turtle on its back. That was always a weakness of most suits, being thrown backwards. “Well. At least you're fast, Recruit O'Connor.”“Thank you, Career Se-” Rosalie slaps herself in the face. “Agh!”Olga bounces down, landing next to Dune. “Whoa.” You walk up next to Dune as well, looking at the carnage. You're sure some of these troopers have broken arms and legs, maybe a cracked rib or two from not interfacing properly.Dune sighs, then looks to you. “I don't think they're ready for the Suit trials today.”You smirk. “Can't you at least try?”“Very fucking funny,” he says. “Alright, who's wounded!?” Several raise their arms, almost hopping into the air from momentum. “Corpsman!” A Fleet Hospital Corpsman comes in with his own suit, ready to tow the stricken troopers out for medical attention. “Rest of you, get up!”“But, Career Sergeant!” Dune reaches for a cylinder on his backpack. Rosalie groans, trying to wiggle herself up. “I- I don't think can-”[1/2]
Dune drops the cylinder into Rosalie's hands. It opens up, revealing a timer. Speakers pop out of the sides, and red lights flash all across it. “I AM A THIRTY SECOND BOMB. I AM A THIRTY SECOND BOMB. I WILL EXPLODE IN THIRTY SECONDS. THIRTY. TWENTY-NINE. TWENTY-EIGHT. TWENTY-SEVEN.”Everyone starts panicking, hurrying to get up. Some injure themselves even more trying to get up, while others simply boost away in their jetpacks, sliding across the ground. Rosalie tosses the cheerful thirty second bomb away, and tries crawling her way to safety.Dune stares at it all, clearly not impressed.> “To be frank, that's pretty cruel for you.”> Help those who can't get up.> Watch with him, this is kind of funny you admit.> Other
>>571953> Watch with him, this is kind of funny you admit.DI show love through being abusive assholes so you survive first contact. 30 second bomb, fucking lucky cunts. Should've been 10
>>571953>> Watch with him, this is kind of funny you admit.
>>571953> Watch with him, this is kind of funny you admit.Let's just hope they're learning something.
>>571953>> Watch with him, this is kind of funny you admit.Question, since the LT was sort of unsure about her current age because of space travel, does FTL have a time dilation effect, or is it because people go through cryosleep?
>>572076To break the realism, no FTL does not have time dilation or cryosleep. The Cherenkov Drive works by propelling ships through warp like the in the movie.I could go into time dilation stuff but my only experience with it is through Interstellar and I'm not exactly the sharpest knife in the room.
>>572093Basically, the faster you move the slower time moves for you. To the point that if you were to get close to light speed minutes passing for you would be months to the outside galaxy. Wouldn't be a problem for a warp drive though, as it's a result of 'conventional' FTL travel.
> Watch with him, this is kind of funny you admit.You must admit, you are wincing every time the Thirty Second Bomb announces that its a thirty second bomb and its counting down. Still, this is pretty funny at least. Rosalie continues to crawl away, before accidentally firing off her jets and sending her flying straight into a sand dune. Stacy as well runs off, before tripping off on her own two feet and sending her sprawling into the ground.For the rest of Domino Squadron, you can't even tell people apart anymore in all this chaos. You're sure that Domino is in there somewhere, they're just out of sight or lying in a sand dune waiting to be helped up. It's almost catharsis really, watching these recruits do the stuff that you did, and failing miserably. Makes you want to have a drink.Dune sighs, then hits a remote. The Thirty Second Bomb stops announcing its countdown, and disarms itself. “Alright, everybody! Let's get to work. Get yourselves up, we'll do basic walk drills!”--After the wounded were sorted out and everyone came back to their feet, the next several hours were spent on marching and drilling. Normally this'd be a tedious operation anywhere else. In the Mobile Infantry, this was vital. You had to learn to stop thinking when you were in a suit, and treat the new upgraded and augmented movements as natural. And that meant having to unlearn about two decades of walking, running, jumping, and everything else. But as the recruits kept their formation, with only the occasional stumble, it seems they were on track to learning the art of the suit.As you march alongside them, Rosalie turns her head to you. “Ma'am, permission to speak.”“Granted,” you say.“I know the suit is supposed to be an environmental suit, and that the Mobile Infantry fights where it's asked to fight.” You nod. Go on. “I just wanted to know, what's the worst place you ever fought in?”> Lie, say it's the bug tunnels or Mincke's world.> “You'll find out when you drop.”> Bug Starship. No question.> Other
>>572219>> “You'll find out when you drop.”
>>572219> “You'll find out when you drop.”Shes not wrong.
>>572219> Bug Starship. No question.Sounds like a helluva story.
>>572219>Bug Starship. No question.
>>572219> Bug Starship. No question.
> Bug Starship. No question.You wave your hand a bit (you can't shrug in a suit) and say, “Good question. For me, it was a Bug Starship.”Joey leans ahead, almost knocking Rosalie over. “You fought on a Bug Starship?” A few other recruits look over as well. “What's that like?”“Worse than the tunnels,” you state bluntly. “See, sometimes the MI are called in for boarding action, there's something on a bug ship that we want intact or some other reason. Now, the reason a Bug Starship is the worst place I've fought is in because of all the hazards that are in it simply because the Bugs don't care about safety.”“Like what?” asks Breckenridge.“First off, there are no windows, so you have no way of orienting yourself. Secondly, the Bugs don't use artificial gravity, so you're stuck in zero G. Thirdly, everything is dark, and the reason for that is because the Bugs can naturally see in the dark and have no need for artificial lighting in most cases. Fourthly, the hallways are very cramped, which means for an MI squad, you have to go into a hallway one at a time. Fifthly, a Bug Starship is a maze, there are passages that go left, right, up, down, some doors lead out into space, some lead into incubation chambers, some into strange feeding chambers, etcetera so you have no idea of where you are most of the time. Sixth, the Bugs have the advantage in close quarters with their plasma weaponry, which means that death could be behind every corner and you wouldn't even know it. Seventh, life support in Bug Starships is restricted only to vital areas which means most of the ship receives very little oxygen which means a suit breach can suffocate you. Eighth, one wrong explosion in an area can send you flying out into space.”After you lay it all out, you look back to see all the Recruits staring at you in awe. “Wow,” says Olga. “So, what were you in a Bug Starship for?”“We were attempting to take a frigate-class Bug Starship in for research purposes. Thankfully, there wasn't too much resistance, but we still had to clear every room and every angle for Bugs. We lost at least two people doing it.”“I can't imagine that,” says Breckenridge. “What kept you moving?”You point ahead. “It was either the bugs.” You point directly at Dune. “Or Dune.”Dune looks back. “You trying to start something?”“No, Career Sergeant,” you say quickly.“Hmph.” Dune huffs, continuing to lead the column on.[1/2]
>>572414[2/2]--Once the sun had set, everyone came back to the Hangar to return their suits. The Recruits dismounted and immediately started to unzip and unwind out of their I-Suits, stretching their fatigued limbs or simply collapsing outright.Olga took the control vest off then unzipped her suit, revealing her sweaty skin beneath. “Oh God! That was amazing!” Rosalie and Stacy sat up against each other, groaning in fatigue and pain. “Come on, guys, don't be so silly, there's nothing too bad about a suit!”Joey walks over, the top of his suit wrapped around his waist revealing his chest. “You're a natural, Olga. I like that.” He holds out a hand to Stacy, who accepts it graciously. Rosalie falls over without a support.You hear a horn honk, and look over to see Azuma and Mills in the Range Rover. “Lieutenant! You coming to talk Idol stuff or what?!” Oh right. That.> “Coming.”> “Fuck off.”> “You can talk Idol stuff to me now, fuck if I'm going all the way back there.”> Other
>>572418> “Coming.” Bug Frigate class.
>>572495The Bugs have an interstellar navy that rivals that of the Federal Fleet. It's not very well-maintained navy nor is it a very powerful or very well organized (the Bugs mostly live underground after all, the concept of a navy only really occurred to them when they discovered space flight).But they've got a Fleet.
>>572507I find that way more funny then I should. Do they have weapons the ships anyway? Am I asking questions already asked?
>>572516The bugs utilize beam weaponry on their ships, focusing plasma into beams much like those Star Wars lasers, the ones with the really cool BRRRMHTTH sound from Clone Wars or Revenge of the Sith. That's mostly it and the Bugs again aren't really into the concept of navies.What makes their ships really threatening is the fact that the Bugs mount SHITLOADS of beams onto their ships. Over 50% of their power on any given ships purely devoted to powering just the guns. Weak individually, but a lot adds up.
>>572533What do Fed ships have in the way of defences against that? Just thick armour and hoping they don't get too much time on target?
>>572563Thick armor and actually a thin energy shield which isn't primarily for weapon defense but more for knocking asteroids and debris away. It is handy for beam defense, but enough beams in one place can overwhelm and start carving into the armor.Federation Ships also have a lot more defenses such as point defense turrets to fight against fighters and missiles, but because the Bugs utilize neither in space combat these are basically worthless.
>>572584So if the Federation is losing the ground war, how's the space war going?
>>572598The Space War is actually a lot more evenly pared since the Federal Fleet has the technological advantage. The Bugs still utilize swarm tactics, but they can't bring to bear too many ships because they can't replace them fast enough in the swarm way they can replace an individual Warrior.Instead, the Bug fleets mostly restricts themselves to raiding unprotected colonies and hit-and-run tactics on the Fleet where it can. For the invasion of worlds, the Bug fleet doesn't bother with supporting the ground troops and instead just drop hundreds of pods filled with warriors crowded together. Among these hundreds of pods could be a Queen whose job is to bury herself as deep underground as she can and simply replenish the invasion's numbers until she dies.In short, the Federation has the Bug Fleet on the run, but the Bug Fleet knows not to engage the Federal Fleet in direct combat unless they seriously outnumber them.
> “Coming.”“Coming!” You raise your hand, then look to your Idols. “You girls going to be okay on your own?”Rosalie gives you a thumbs up as Breckenridge picks her up in a princess carry. “We're good. We're just going to hit the showers, Lieutenant. See you later.” You wave to them and watch as they walk away for a bit. Hm, you'd never let a man carry you like that. No sir. Maybe Dune, but only because he's Dune, if he says he wants to pick you up like that by golly you'll let him else he'll break your leg. Still, they at least seem to be having a good thing going. You just hope it doesn't get too friendly.--“Lieutenant.” Danner leans back in his seat, accompanied by a few interns as well. He adjusts his sunglasses covering his burnt out his eyes, a smirk on his face. “Kept me waiting, did you.”“Yep.” You stripped out of the I-Suit and went back to wearing the utility greys. Still, it's hot as wildfire in those Mark Is, so you tossed off the jacket and went with black top instead. You pull up a chair with Azuma and Mills, and decide to get listening. “So where are the drinks?”“That's a topic for later,” says Danner. “Let's get this over with because I know that you hate talking business like this.” He understands you! “See, the Idol business is uh... we've done some research.” You nod, okay. “Now, I believe that before we can go for a broad audience all over the Federation, we have to start small. That means we need to pick a demographic to appeal to, one that we can impressively take hold of, sell merchandise to, hold concerts for, and sell the idea of Federal Service to them.”Azuma nods at that. “For simplicity's sake, Danner's divided up our target audience into three groups.”“Let me lay them out.” Danner motions for an intern to hand you a stack of papers. “Give that a read through, I can answer questions that you may have.”Right, what do we have.First group is the YOUTH. From ages 10-18. Very impressionable and naive people, the Youth have not enlisted in the Federal Service. Due to decades of institutionalized elitism which scares off sub-par candidates for Federal Service, most YOUTH do not believe in Federal Service. However, again, young people are very impressionable and can be easily persuaded to enlist and possibly even go career which will give the MI and Fleet a much more sustainable manpower pool.[1/2]
>>572701[2/2]Second group is the NON-ENLISTED CIVILIANS. Usually from the ages of 20 to 30. These young adults have chosen not to enlist in Federal Service. They may hold jobs, be college students, or be stay-at-home family people. Whatever the case, there are more excuses for them not to enlist, and are much less easy to convince than the youth. However, civilians past the age of 18 make up over 70% of the Federation, and tapping into this base would be incredibly valuable.Third group is the CITIZENS. Usually these people might be easy to convince to re-enlist in the Federal Service. The problem is that many of them feel their term is done and have retired to start families or businesses or even go into politics. However, because many of them have done Federal Service, they have very valuable experience that can be passed on to new Recruits, which can help make an elite fighting force.Hm, when things are compressed together like this...“It's up to you,” says Danner. “Which demographic should the Starship Idols target first?”> The Youth> The Civilians> The Citizens
>>572708> The YouthSeems like the audience most likely to go for the whole Idol thing. Not exactly the most ethical choice but I think we're well past that point anyway.
>>572708>> The Youth
>>572737>inb4 we try to be 'hip' in the worst possible way by inserting pop culture references and memes.
>>572708>The YouthTO CHANGE THE FUTURE, WE CHANGE THE CHILDREN OF TODAY.
>>572793"What do you younger whipper snappers talk about now on your twizzler and your inskaman?" As he's slowly drinking his prune juice
> The Youth“We should focus on the Youth. Figure maybe we could get more kids into the Federal Youth Corps, or maybe even get more High Schoolers into enlisting as well. I mean, if my H&M teacher could convince me to enlist, surely we can do something with the rest of the youth.”Danner nods. “Agreed. Every good civilization starts with the young. The great thing is that historically speaking, young uneducated folks who don't know any better are very easy to radicalize. Now, I know we have strict policies on compulsory education, but that doesn't mean they'll know what do with that education until they need to use it.”Azuma however is a bit more skeptical. “Are you sure? I mean- I don't suppose we could try going for non-enlisted civilians first?”“The Lieutenant's made her decision,” says Danner. Azuma frowns a little at that. “Don't worry, it's a good one. We can trust that the children of the Federation can easily buy into some flashy lights and cheery lyrics and pretty soon they'll be enlisting in the thousands. We just need to get our foot in the door. Now, I'd talk to you about where we want to expand after our first concert but seeing how you wasted the entire day reliving your childhood.” Oi, how about you fuck off. “It's quite late, and I'd rather we not drag this out anymore than we have to.”“Right,” you say. “Tomorrow then?”“Tomorrow,” says Danner. “Try not to keep me waiting again. I am trying to help you.” He adjusts his sunglasses. “Lieutenant.” He motions his interns to leave, their notes taken and everything they need coming with them.With that, that just left you, Mills, and Azuma. “I'm not entirely confident in the idea of getting the youth to piggyback the war,” he says. “When you're a kid, you don't worry about that stuff. Why should they have to fight?”“To learn a little responsibility,” you explain. “Come on, Azuma. Do you seriously believe that you would've turned out better without the Federal Service.” He opens his mouth to protest, then shuts it. He knows. “The Federal Service, as brutal as it is, is a rewarding one. Besides, they're an easy demographic to target, we need easy right now.”Azuma grunts. “I guess. And I suppose that's why I was the Private and you were the Lieutenant, you could always see the big picture.” Well, that's another story entirely.> Shoot the shit with Azuma and Mills.> Retire to your bed for the night, have a drink or two. You haven't had one since this morning anyway.> Go check on the Recruits.> Other
>>572934>Shoot the shit with Azuma and Mills.
>>572934>> Go check on the Recruits.
>>572934> Shoot the shit with Azuma and Mills.>The great thing is that historically speaking, young uneducated folks who don't know any better are very easy to radicalizeFor the Federation we have no choice I guess.
>>572934>Go check on the Recruits.
>>572934> Go check on the Recruits.Make sure Rosalie and Breckenridge ain't getting too friendly
>>572934> Shoot the shit with Azuma and Mills.
Eh, it's close to my bedding time so I'll continue this tomorrow when I get home. Nice to see y'all. If you got questions, dump 'em and I'll answer them soon as I get time.Follow at: https://twitter.com/GermanSchteelAsk at: http://germanschteel.tumblr.com/Book Tumbles: http://germanschteelbookblog.tumblr.com/See you next time.
>>573113Thanks for running Schteel!
>>573113Thanks for running. On the topic of Rosalie and Breckenridge, I'm assuming there's regs against fraternisation but are they actually enforced? Or is it just accepted as part of what happens when you shove a bunch of fit, young people together in one place where they're constantly reminded of their mortality and let slide as long as it's not crossing over the enlisted-officer line?
>>573113Thanks for running.
>>573113thanks for the readyouth army here we come.also god damm those poor fdf soldersballs of steal
>>574187> balls of stealI think what you meant to say was "balls of schteel."
>>573185The Federation overlooks fraternization cases between enlisted personnel provided they're of the same rank and the superior officers can't be bothered to.However, fraternization is heavily enforced amongst COs and NCOs especially.
> Go check on the Recruits.--You and Azuma decide to take this time to see if the Recruits are doing anything funny for the night. For now, they were spending the night in the desert again in tents. You and Azuma bundled up in the standard greatcoats, then took some torches and went looking around. Most were asleep by now, others were prodding at smoldering campfires trying to get some warmth (there was no designated lights out in the last week of training, troopers are expected to know when to get some sleep or not), while a few were on fire watch for their squadrons.“Remind me again why we're checking on the Recruits?” asks Azuma.“I just want to make sure they're okay. Today's suit training was pretty brutal on them,” you say. “Except for Olga. Olga's a natural!” You've never seen someone take to suits so quickly. She learned how to use a suit the same way a duck learns how to float on water.“That's great I suppose,” says Azuma. “What, you think they're...” He sticks his finger between the index finger and thumb on his opposite hand.“I can't have pregnant idols,” you say. “I know the men are issued condoms in case of... sudden and unexpected urges, but I am not having my idols soiled by the likes of some horny greenie what thinks that they can take advantage of my young girls!” You slap your chest. “That is the end of it!”“You sound jealous.”“I am not!” You stomp your foot. “I've had seven boyfriends!” And very very secretly there was that one night with a bridge bunny but she was really cute and sweet and lewd but oh god your pride can't stand it if Azuma ever finds out you slept with a Fleetie. “I do not need to be jealous!”“Hmph.” Azuma smirks. “Fine then. Let's assume they're practicing safe sex and get outta here then, maybe even have a drink.”“Not until we see that they're practicing safe sex!” You point your torch to their tent. “There!” You and Azuma quickly walk on over, and find there's some light on in the tent. Ha! Caught red handed! You pull the flap open. “Aha!”You look to see all of Domino Squadron, boys and Idols included, centered around a torch. Clothes on, all in sleeping bags... Oh. Joey tilts his head. “Can we help you?”“Oh, I was just-” You clear your throat, blushing a bit. “Erm. You all doing okay?”“Well, Breckenridge was nursing a bruise or two on his arm from the suit training,” says Rosalie. “We were just telling him some scary stories to improve his morale!”“Shut up!” says Breckenridge. “I- I'm not scared of your stories!”Azuma leans in, smiling. “Did you tell him the one about the phantom suit?” Everyone looks confusedly at Azuma. “Oh God!” He quickly sneaks into the tent, crouching down. “Okay, gimme that light there, this is gonna be fun one.”> “No, it's not. Let's get the fuck out of here, Azuma.”> Sit down and listen. Ugh, you're so embarrassed.> “Fuck off, Azuma, I get to tell the story!”> Other
>>575068>> Sit down and listen. Ugh, you're so embarrassed.Bunnies are naturally lewd
>>575068>> Sit down and listen. Ugh, you're so embarrassed.
>>575068> Sit down and listen. Ugh, you're so embarrassed.
> Sit down and listen. Ugh, you're so embarrassed.You sigh, sitting down next to Azuma. “Alright, this is the story about the Phantom Suit!” He picks up the torch, shining it brightly on his face, starkly casting shadows across his forehead. The girls all look on in anticipation, as do the boys. You can feel Joey sliding closer to you, but you quickly push him away. Not now you manky little fuck. “So, me and the Lieutenant here, we heard this from another unit, who heard it from another unit, and it goes like this:“There was a lone trooper, stuck in the thick jungles of Tesca Numerosa. He was cut off from his unit, he could get no support from the Federal Fleet, and he was quickly running out of power for his suit as well. It had been five days of hard fighting for him, and his energy and spirit was sapped. So he decided to sit down, and wait for rescue. And suddenly, out of the bush came another trooper in a suit. The lone trooper could not see a face behind the sunguarded visor, and there was no identifying tags either. The HUD in the lone trooper's helmet did not even register the suit as nothing but unknown.”Breckenridge bites his lip, slowly scooting closer to Rosalie. “Then what?”“Well, it was simple. Stick together, or be eaten by bugs. So the two marched five kilometers through jungle, encounter bug snipers and raiders on their way to the nearest MI Outpost. Along the way, the unknown trooper spoke to the lone trooper, guiding him, advising him. The unknown trooper seemed to know everything about our lone trooper, his name, rank, where he was from, his sweetheart back home. The lone trooper asked who the unknown trooper was, and he got no answer.“Suddenly, another bug attack, this one bigger than the rest!” Rosalie curls up next to Breckenridge, excited and awed by the story while Breckenridge looked scared out of his mind. “Warrior bugs, even the Guards Warriors! They came from every angle, from the trees, from holes in the ground, from the bushes! They were surrounded. But... the unknown trooper pushed the lone trooper away, and attracted the attention of all the Warriors. Our lone trooper escaped at the cost of the unknown trooper's life.“When he finally got back to camp, he told his story. Nobody believed him. There were sat logs indicating he was the only trooper in that area for kilometers. The lone trooper pleaded that it was real! That someone did save him! He even saved the radio recordings from his suit and presented it to his superiors.”“And what did they say?” asks Olga.Azuma clears his throat. “Trooper. There was nobody else. You were talking to yourself.”…“That's not scary!” shouts Joey.“Y- yeah!” Breckenridge leans back, folding his arms. “Ain't scary at all, right, Rosie?” Rosalie shakes her head, giggling at Breckenridge. “What? I wasn't scared, I'm not scared of ghosts or nothing!”“Nobody said you were,” says Lindstrom.“Fuck you, Lind.” Breckenridge pushes Lindstrom back into his bag.[1/2]
>>575235[2/2]You sigh. “Right. Sorry for interrupting your little pow-wow here. We should get going.”“Wait.” Olga raises her hand. “Can I talk to you outside, Lieutenant?” You blink, then sigh. With a nod, you leave Azuma in the tent so that you and Olga can talk outside in private.“What is it, Olga?”Olga looks down, nervously. “I just uh... I just wanted to say thank you I guess.” Hm? “You know, this Mobile Infantry stuff is hard. And I think it's gonna get harder.” No, really. “But-... you know, for the first time, I really feel like I'm in control of my own destiny! Like, I can do anything I want now! Even if I have to obey orders and go to places to kill bugs, I feel... for the first time in my life I feel like I have responsibility!”“Really.” You fold your arms, nodding slowly. “Did your parents not give you a lot of that?”“Oh, no, I mean... my parents love me and I love them. My Dad especially, he always doted on me, gave me everything I wanted. But I never realized I wanted something like this!” She holds her hands out, smiling. “Even if I become an Idol too, that'll just make my life perfect! So-... thank you, Lieutenant!” She grins. “Thank you!”> “Don't thank me yet.”> “You're welcome.”> “Don't thank me, thank the Federation.”> Other
>>575238> “You're welcome.”> "Do you want a hug?"
>>575238>> “You're welcome.”
>>575238> “You're welcome.”That's good, you've taken your first step into a larger world.
>>575238> “Don't thank me, thank the Federation.”
>>575238> “You're welcome.”
> “You're welcome.”You nod. “You're welcome.” Olga grins, then immediately grabs you in a hug. “Hehehe, eh...” You gently push her away, surprising her. “I'm your superior officer, I don't do hugs.”“I thought you were out of the Federal Service though,” says Olga. Well- you are, technically, but- well. Oh Jesus Christ. She sighs. “I guess it can't be helped, Lieutenant. Let me at least salute you for being a winner of the Terran Cross!” She clicks her heels, then salutes you sharply. You salute her back, then dismiss the salute.“Lieutenant!” Career Sergeant Dune and Major Brown call you over. Azuma pokes his head out of the tent, surprised. “News from the front. Get over here.” You let Olga go back into the tent, and you and Azuma quickly come on over to Dune and Brown.“What's the word?” you ask as you start walking out of the camp set up by the Recruits, probably to keep your talk out of their hearing range. “Suit trials tomorrow?”Major Brown says, “This particular batch of Recruits is being moved to the Hazardous Environment training course on Mars.” What!? You blink, surprised. “The Sky Marshal is requesting it personally.”“Why?” you ask. “These kids don't even know left from right.”“Probably the Idol business,” says Brown. He folds his arms, looking out at the tents. “Did the Prime Minister not clear this with you?”“No. Look- I mean, it's not a bad thing to move to Mars I suppose. But...” You sigh, folding your arms. “That's still dangerous territory. Mars is still undergoing terraformation. And then there's remnants from the last time the Bugs tried to raid Mars.”Dune sighs. “Desert Swarm, what an operation.”Brown sighs. “Well, orders are orders. They'll be moving to the space elevator in the morning and will complete their suit training at the HEV Course. And they'll be out of my hands.” … wait. “Your training supervisor there will be Major Frank Harcourt. He'll whip some sense into these monkeys. Sergeant Dune will remain in charge of training this batch, then he'll be rotated back to the front.”Right. Right.Major Brown however has one last thing to say. “Before I go though. I think I have made my attitude towards this business clear, Lieutenant. Your girls are going to be slaughtered the minute they drop. And when they are, no one is going to miss them.”> “Stow it, Major.”> Punch him. You're not technically enlisted anyway. It'll just be an assault charge.> “How about you fuck off.”> Other
>>575360go eat a bag of dicksmy girls and i are going to out drop anything you train
>>575360>> “Stow it, Major.”
>>575360> Punch him. You're not technically enlisted anyway. It'll just be an assault charge.
>>575360>Other"Your opinion has been noted and will be considered, Major."He wants to play politics? He can damn well get fucked by politics when it comes out that he's been messing with training because of his personal opinions.
>>575360Actually changing my vote here >>575386 too this guy >>575390 I forgot how big Political shit is.
yer but do we care about beening political? not in the MI any more no need to kiss ass unless we want something
>>575360>Kick the Major's ass. Then report him to the higher-ups for his conduct.
>>575406Because learning to use Politics means we let the Prime Minister and Sky Marshal know that the Major has been intentionally getting in the way of recruit training.
>>575360> Other"Shove it up your sopping arse, you mangy twat cunt."We are Scottish after all.
>>575417we can inform them anywayssince now we wont be worred about him fucking over the girls
>>575360Heh, operation Desert SwarmThat's a good one
>>575360> “Stow it, Major.”
>>575451I didn't come up with it. SST: Terran Ascendancy did it way before I did, it's way too good of a pun to pass up.
> Other“Your opinion's been noted and will be considered, Major.” You step apst him, watching him glare you down as you move back to the Range Rover.“We'll meet with you in the morning,” says Career Sergeant Dune. Fine, that's fair. Fucking asshole what thinks he's all high and mighty just because he's a Major, thinks he knows what makes citizens and what doesn't. He's what's wrong with the Federation, people who think they know what's best for people and people who think that other people can't be citizens for the stupidest reasons. Fuck them, fuck them, fuck them! Hmph.You and Azuma step into the Range Rover, and you continue to glare at Major Brown as you leave. But as you drive, you look to Mills as he drives. “You know what just happened, Mills?”“That the training unit got transferred to Mars effective immediately?” he says. You nod. “Sure I know.”Azuma leans in between you two, looking at Mills. “Did you tell the Prime Minister?”“Maybe,” he says. Really? You give him a very questioning look. “Look, Lieutenant. The Prime Minister gets what she wants. She assigned me to you not just to be your personal assistant. I'm your link between her and you. And sometimes I get to have my own discretion on some matters like this one. It's not fair that the girls have to make due with someone who's out to sabotage them. My Career Sergeants beat me, whipped me, almost killed me once. But they never once thought I couldn't be a citizen. So uh... there you have it!” He smiles at you.“Well, thanks, Mills.” You lean back, melting back into the seat of the Range Rover.Azuma blinks. “So Mars then. What do we do now?”> “The same thing I always do. Go to the pub.”> “I guess we head to the Space elevator then.”> “We get some sleep and we move with the unit in the morning.”> Other
>>575478> “The same thing I always do. Go to the pub.”Alchoholism ho!
>>575478>> “The same thing I always do. Go to the pub.”
>>575478>> “We get some sleep and we move with the unit in the morning.”
>>575478>> “The same thing I always do. Go to the pub.”but try t ocut down so like insted of 20 shots we only do like 15?
im hopeing that one of the grils or all of them see us hang over or somethign one day and tells us they want us to stop in a heart felt way and we then start to clean up
>>575478> “The same thing I always do. Go to the pub.”
>>575478>> “I guess we head to the Space elevator then.”
> “The same thing I always do. Go to the pub.”--https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=15OyLB6nCvYYou found a nice little dive bar in a little town outside of the Atacama, where you told Mills to pull into. This is your best and only chance to get a load of drinks in before you move off to Mars. You, Mills, and Azuma get a lot of strange looks from the patrons and owners of the bar, where despite the hardwood floors and comfortable warm lighting is playing more of that weird techno whatever music it is. On TVs around the place are the Galactic Cup qualifier matches being played, probably the only reason anyone is in this bar right now at this hour. Some of these matches are played as far away as Hopewell and Green Valley.You three sit up on stools at the bar. “I'll have a whiskey on the rocks.”“Water,” says Azuma.“Water,” Mills calls as well.You look at the two of them. “Are you two fucking pussies? We're in a bar, live a little why don't you?”“We have to do space travel tomorrow,” says Azuma. He leans forward on the bar, turning his eyes to the match. “Besides, I'm not interested in getting a hangover every morning like you do, Lieutenant.”“Please!” The bartender drops a shot of whiskey for you. “I can manage my drinking very well. Won't be any hangover!” You quickly down the shot, and signal for more whiskey. “You'll see! Tonight, only a few shots.”> THIRTY SHOTS OF WHISKEY LATER <“Ah, fook off!” You slap your hand on the bar, yelling at the players on screen. What fucking idiot decides to put Fenris on in the first fucking quarter!? Just like that fucking idiot of a manager, always trying to walk in their fucking points like some idiot! You look to see Azuma and Mills have taken a few shots, but... that's it! What a load of shite! “Oi, you two! You not drinking them?” Mills slides over his shot to you.“I'll warm up the car,” says Mills. “We should probably get going.”“Get goin'!?” you shout. “The match just started!”“You're drunk,” says Azuma. “And you're embarrassing us.”“Oi, if it's anybody who's embarrasing anybody...” A very handsome looking man passes by. “Oi, oi you! Stop- come on!” He continues by right out the door. “Fuck you then! Probably a fooking puff anyway.”Azuma sighs. “Lieutenant, didn't I ask you that you'd try and keep your drinking down?”“How about you-” You jab him in the chest with your finger. “... fuck off. I can stop drinking whenver I like.” You rest your head on his shoulder, sighing. “Ugh... anyone ever tell you that you look the pants, Zuzu?” Azuma gently pushes you away. “Aw, come on! I know you like me!”“Yeah, when you're sober,” he says.“I-...” You spit a bit onto the floor, making the bartender grimace a bit in disgust. “Fuck off.”“Lieutenant.” He places a hand on your shoulder, making you pause. “Come on, no more drinking. Let's get out of here.”> “Piss off, I just want a few more drinks.”> “Oh, fine you devilishly handsome little bawbag.”> Other
>>575632>> “Oh, fine you devilishly handsome little bawbag.”
>>575632>> “Oh, fine you devilishly handsome little bawbag.”but have just one last shot for the road
>>575478> “We get some sleep and we move with the unit in the morning.”
>>575632> “Oh, fine you devilishly handsome little bawbag.”But only after he dances with us to some of this terrifically 80s music.
>>575632> “Oh, fine you devilishly handsome little bawbag.”
>>575632Also, Azuma admitted he liked us. Pity LT probably won't remember in the morning, because that's kinda sweet.
>>575791yer but we need to stop drinking for anythign to happen thats not us raping himand mybe work outand we are not stoping drinking anyy time soon
> “Oh, fine you devilishly handsome little bawbag.”You let him grab your arms and let you drag you out of the bar. “Oh, fine, fine you devilishly handsome little bawbag!” A few of the remaining patrons stare at you as you're dragged away. “Hey! Hey! Don't just look at me like that! I won a fooking Terran Cross and I deserve a little respect-” You heave, and quickly swallow up some vomit before it ejects itself. “Oh- close one!” You point to the bartender. “Put on me tab, boyo!”“Tab?” The bartender blinks. “Wait, where are you going!?” The door shuts before he can get an explanation.Azuma shoves you into the backseat and lets you lie back and rest your head on his folded up jacket. “Right, get some sleep, it's going to be a long drive.”“What? Are we not gonna do this-and-that?” you moan. You smirk at him, quirking your brows at him. Come on, you're irresistible! No man can refuse you! They can refuse you afterwards, but not before! And yet, Azuma simply looks forward and ahead. “Well, fuck you too then.” You point to Mills. “And fuck you, you- you... you robotic fuck with yer fancy legs and ya- ya fooking... fuck you!” You can't bring yourself to insult Mills too harshly. Augh. You rest your head back, groaning as you watch the ceiling of the car spin.“She always been like that?” asks Mills.“She's always been a party animal since the day I met her,” says Azuma. “It's a shame, it got a lot worse after Dizzy died.”“I understand.” The car starts moving beneath you. Really rumbly. Feels like you're on a drop again. “I've lost people I cared about but... well, it's for a good cause.”“Yeah.” Azuma sighs. “Shame really, she's perfectly normal otherwise. I can't imagine her quitting drinking now.”“Way I see it, people have different ways of processing grief. Besides which, how- how exactly did Dizzy die?”“Well...”--You cough, wheezing as you feel the morning light pierce your eyelids and cook your eyeballs alive. Jesus wept. What the fuck. You roll over into the little space they save for the legs whatever they call it. Oh- oh shit. You open the door quick, then empty your stomach contents right onto the pavement below. Okay, good news, you're in a parking lot that's for sure.Fuck...You feel around, groaning as you reach for something, anything to steady yourself on.Wait, what's this thing on your forehead. Oh, fucking, Azuma better not have drawn a dick on your head again. You pull it off. Oh, it's a note.LTLeft the car warm for you. Me and Mills are in Reception waiting for the Recruits. Left change of clothes and some breath mints for you in the trunk. Make yourself presentable.AzumaAw, he's like a real fucking mama.> Go as you are. You aren't THAT bad looking.> Hurry and get changed you guess.> Call Azuma on the phone and tell him to come back and change you. You deserve more dignity than this, damn it.> Other
>>575068> Sit down and listen. Ugh, you're so embarrassed.>Daydream of bridge bunny
>>575800The LT's too damaged to stop drinking without some more character growth/moments. >>575856> Hurry and get changed you guess.pic very related.
>>575856>> Hurry and get changed you guess.>Daydream of bridge bunny
>>575856>> Hurry and get changed you guess.
>>575856> Hurry and get changed you guess.
>>575889yer i know wich im hoping for her to fuck up mybe one of the girls shows or something since she cares about them(as much as she dosnt want to) or somethign will have to come up
> Hurry and get changed you guess.You sigh, pulling yourself out of the car and into the blinding light. Motherfuck, who's bright fucking idea was to make the sun!? You pop the trunk open and pull out a fresh dress uniform, then quickly start stripping. As you do this, a few fleetmen pass by, surprised at you. You glare at them. “What!? You never seen a fucking Cap trooper in her pants before!? Fuck off!” They quickly run away.Ugh, the nerve of Fleet. You'd think they'd never seen a woman before even though all of their pilots and most of their important personnel are women. Hmph.--“Lieutenant!” Azuma and Mills call you over. It seems you're a little late, as the column of Recruits have already arrived at the Reception for the Space Elevator. They receive their tickets one by one, with Olga, Rosalie, and Stacy bringing up the rear behind Domino Squadron. Azuma folds his arms, looking at you skeptically. “Took your sweet time.”“Bugger off,” you mutter. At least the hangover's almost gone. And it doesn't feel like you're going to vomit. “Do you know what ship we're going on?”“The Jimmy Stewart,” says Mills. “Just as Danner said.” Oh? That rusty old thing? “It's already docked and we'll be leaving for Mars in the afternoon. Career Sergeant Dune will be guiding the Recruits into their bunks before we leave.”“Well, my girls better get their own private bunks,” you say. “I'm not having them share a room with the boys. Things get hot and crowded on a starship.” Probably explains the Fleetie, that and you were drunk.“Well, let's not dilly dally,” says Career Sergeant Dune. “Lieutenant.” You look at Dune, who appears as stern as ever. “Just so you're aware. You're about to step foot on a Federal Fleet starship. That means you keep your drinking to a minimum.”You smirk. “Or what, Career Sergeant?”“Or I rip off your nose and shove it up your cunt,” he says bluntly. “Your choice.”> “... fair point, I'll watch my drinking.”> “No promises.”> “Bugger off. I'll be fine.”> Other
>>576034> “... fair point, I'll watch my drinking.”
>>576034>> “... fair point, I'll watch my drinking.”
>>576034>> “... fair point, I'll watch my drinking.”watch as it goes dow nmy mouth
>>576034> “... fair point, I'll watch my drinking.”This trip's going to be a nightmare for the poor LT.
>>576130she gets the shakes or gets reall grumpy when
> “... fair point, I'll watch my drinking.”You sigh. “Alright, that's a fair cop, Dune.”“You bet your ass it is,” he says. “Until you're officially an Officer again, I'm in charge of you.” Almost makes you want to re-enlist. Almost.With that settled, you and the Recruits start heading up to the Elevator. Many people take the Space Elevators up and down for travel between spaceship to groundside and back again. You can see all kinds of people in these elevators, from young kids going to the colonies to study abroad, to Federal Servicemen saying goodbye to family or saying hello to family, to businessmen traveling on business with their corporation. It's a diverse background to your day you suppose. And you settle aboard the central platform, the voice over the intercom announces the destination. “THIS ELEVATOR TO LEVEL TEN, MILITARY PORT. STAND BY. PLEASE HAVE IDENTIFICATION READY. THOSE WITHOUT PROPER IDENTIFICATION WILL BE DETAINED.”The elevator rumbles beneath, spiriting up into the sky. The Recruits all shake and stumble, not used to the inertia of it. But as the elevator continues up, they settle in. Olga blinsk, hurrying over to the window. Support struts flash by like rain drops in the wind. Rosalie and Stacy follow suit, looking out as blue skies give way to outer space. Clouds soon leave you to be replaced by docking struts, where dozens of ships sit in port.“Whoa! There are so many!” says Olga.“As expected of the Federal Fleet, all of these ships look so robust!” says Rosalie.Stacy folds her arms. “So which one's ours?” You walk up to them.“Oh, oh! Is it that one!?” A huge ship is in view at dock. Yep, that's a John A. Warden-class battlecruiser, the Lafayette G. Pool. A modern Fleet ship, equipped with the latest in weaponry, engines, and all other amenities. Perfectly comfortable for your Idols.
>>576247[2/2]“No.” They all look at you. You point to the ship rising behind it. “That's our ship.” They look ahead again, and are immediately disappointed.Behind the Pool is a very aged and rustic looking Rodger Young-class Transport Corvette, much smaller, much less well-armed, and only recently modernized because Fleet can't afford to scrap perfectly serviceable starships. This was the Jimmy Stewart.“Um.” Olga smiles a little, nervously. “It looks cozy from out here.”> “Yeah, it does.”> “I'm going to be blunt, it's going to suck.”> Remain silent, let them speculate.> Other
>>576255>> “I'm going to be blunt, it's going to suck.”
>>576255> “I'm going to be blunt, it's going to suck.”We should already be grumpy about the prospect of little to no booze on the trip. Now where's the endlessly modified prototype Battlecruiser J. Walter Christie?
>>576255> “I'm going to be blunt, it's going to suck.”
>>576255>> “I'm going to be blunt, it's going to suck.”How long's the flight to Mars gonna be? 6 months?
>>576247>Lafayette G. Pool.Lol
> “I'm going to be blunt, it's going to suck.”“I'm going to be blunt.” You place your hands on Olga's and Stacy's shoulders. “It's going to suck. The trip to Mars is about a half day's worth through warp. But until then, you're going to be stuck in cramped corridors, hot rooms, piping hot showers, extremely hot- basically everything is hot in those old starships.”“Why is everything hot?” asks Stacy.“It's hard to vent excess heat into space,” you say. “Newer ships can do it fine, but the older ones are gonna be slightly hot.”“How old is that ship?” Stacy asks again, clearly nervous.“Oh... older than I am,” you say very candidly.--You weren't kidding when you said it'd be hot. Already the Recruits are sweltering under the heat of being inside of an old Federation starship. They figured out the issue of excess heat right around when they rolled out the Geronimo-class cruisers, and those were famed not just for their speed and armament but also for the amount of comfort. A lot of people called those things hotels for a reason. As you step into the hangar, you're greeted by a contingent of Fleet crewmen and women. “Welcome aboard the Jimmy Stewart!” They wear their utility blues in dress fashion, but you can tell that they'd rather strip down to shirt sleeves and tank tops right about now. One of them walks up to you, smiling. “I'm Petty Officer Third Class Kyoko Nakagawa!” She grins at you happily, brushing her brown hair back a bit. She salutes you quickly. “Lieutenant!”You salute back. “Nakagawa.”“We'll be moving your Recruits into their living accomodations!” Really? You were expecting to do that yourself. “Courtesy of Captain Ozgen! He has assigned me, Petty Officer Third Class Nakagawa to be your personal adjutant here aboard the Jimmy Stewart!”“Great,” says Azuma to Mills. “You're out of a job.” Mills rolls his eyes.> Head up to the bridge to meet with Captain Ozgen.> Make sure your Idols get settled in, in their own bunks.> Very quickly settle your accommodations first.> Other
>>576477>> Very quickly settle your accommodations first.
>>576477> Make sure your Idols get settled in, in their own bunks.
>>576477>> Head up to the bridge to meet with Captain Ozgen.
>>576277Wouldn't it be Christie P. Hobart?>>576477> Make sure your Idols get settled in, in their own bunks.
>>576509Nah, Lafayette G. Pool only works because its the name of a WW2 US tanker (the whole naming of Trude and the school is a pun), while Perrine and J Walter don't have a parralel. Though why the navy would name a ship after a tank commander I've no clue.
>>576546>Though why the navy would name a ship after a tank commander I've no clue.Well Rodger Young was an infantryman in the Army, so it seems ships are just named after any notable people in the military
> Make sure your Idols get settled in, in their own bunks.--“I don't get it,” says Olga. “Why do we have to have our own room?”“Well, for one thing, there are only four beds to a room,” you say as you stand outside their room with Naka, Azuma, and Mills. Saki as well is also here, apparently Azuma decided to bring her along it seems. “Saki's going to be staying with you in fact.”“Hi!” Saki slides in, suitcase in hand, grinning happily.“Is this because you think one of the boys is going to do something?” asks Stacy. “We're more than capable of defending ourselves.”“I know, I know,” you say. “But so are the boys. And let's be honest, if any one of you were to make trouble with the boys, things would get weird fast. And I don't want to have to deal with that. So instead, you're getting your own room here, with Saki, on the far end of the barracks. Don't worry, the other side of the Domino is next door so it's not that bad of a deal.”“Yeah!” yells Joey. “Walls are pretty thin too!”“And fucking hot as shit!” yells Breckenridge. “You could cook a pancake on these fucking things!”“I haven't felt this hot in weeks!” shouts Lindstrom.You roll your eyes. Great.“So we're heading to Mars then?” asks Rosalie. You nod at that. “I've always wanted to see Mars! I hear the terraformation projects are going well! You think we'll get to see Eden Park or New Aberdeen?”“Maybe,” you say. “We'll see, Rosalie.” She nods, placing her rather nascent things on her bunk. Everyone starts unpacking their things, ready for a short haul to Mars. “And remember guys, once you pass training. This-” You point down to the floor. “This is gonna be your new home.” Stacy deflates a bit, clearly not satisfied with that. “So don't sweat too much. Keep some water in you, alright?”“So wait, the water in here is recycled, right?” You nod at Olga's observation. “So, if we're sweating, and they're collection water vapor in the air... are we drinking each other?”…oh fucks sake.“Wooohooo! I'm drinking Stacy!” yells Joey. Stacy punches the wall. “Ow!”“Fuck you, Joey!” Stacy screams.You decide enough's enough and shut the door. Petty Officer Nakagawa smiles happily at you. “So, Lieutenant! Would you like to visit the Bridge? Perhaps see our complement of suits, or perhaps I can help you unpack your things?”> Unpack> See the suits> Visit the Bridge> Other
>>576649> See the suits
>>576649> Visit the BridgeWe should introduce ourselves to the Captain seeing as we'll be working together for the forseeable future.
>>576649>> Visit the BridgeIt's only a half-day trip, don't really need to unpack stuff right?
>>576649>> Visit the Bridgeoh god we walked right into that onearnt we just the mother hen
>>576649> Visit the Bridge
> Visit the Bridge--With Career Sergeant Dune tending to the Recruits, you decide it time to meet the Captain of the Jimmy Stewart. The bridge is a large, yet somehow cramped, observatory. It's filled with consoles with bridge bunnies (female fleeties whose job is mostly to look good and do things on the bridge) attending to them, with catwalks overhead overseeing more consoles. And at the center of it on a raised platform is the Flight deck, with the Number One and Two positions being the pilots seats and the captain's chair behind them. Number Two, a very smart looking pilot looks back. “We've successfully launched, Captain.”“Very good.” Captain Ozgen is an older gentleman of Turkish descent, indicated by that crooked nose of his and his brown skin. He scratches at a growing beard of his. You, Azuma, and Mills step in, then salute him. The Captain looks down at you three, then stands up and salutes you three. “At ease.” You stand at ease. “Welcome aboard the Jimmy Stewart.”> CAPTAIN FAHAD OZGEN <> Fleet Captain of the SFTC Jimmy Stewart <“Lieutenant.” He smiles a little, welcoming you as he holds an old fashioned tobacco pipe in hand. “I've heard much about you. If anything, I should've saluted you first.”“This is your ship, your rules, Captain,” you say.“Of course.” He nods at that. “Number One.” The other Fleet pilot looks back. “Set a course. Mars if you please.” She nods at that, calculating it down now. “We'll be departing for Mars, shortly. How are you finding things aboard the ship?”“Hot,” says Azuma.“Just as I remember it,” you say simply.“Well, it keeps the uh... younger girls fit I suppose,” he says. “We get a lot of young girls these days joining Fleet, but not too many boys surprisingly. I mean, I know Fleet isn't exactly a man's pursuit, but...” A very busty fleet Ensign walks by, getting his and yours attention. “... there are certain advantages I suppose.”“I see.” Great. “So, Captain. You know the-”“Yes, yes. The Sky Marshal has briefed me,” he says. “Truth be told, I couldn't care less. It's your business, I'm just your taxi.” He smirks a bit. “Anything you need, I am available, Lieutenant. Just don't forget that is is my ship.”“Noted,” you say.> Talk with Captain Ozgen a bit, get to know him a little.> Go and settle down in your room.> “So, shall we go or what?”> Other
>>576831>> Talk with Captain Ozgen a bit, get to know him a little.
>>576831> Talk with Captain Ozgen a bit, get to know him a little.
> Talk with Captain Ozgen a bit, get to know him a little.You stand next to Ozgen as he sits in his Captain's chair. “So, Captain Ozgen. Why'd you decide to settle on being a Fleet Captain?”“Well, I don't aspire to much else if I am being honest,” he says. He leans back, sighing deeply. “I'm paid well as a Captain, I have citizenship, I'm surrounded by many young and attractive women.” He leans closer to you. “Don't let my wife know I said that.” Of course not. “And besides, I have a cushy job taxiing you around to where you need to go. That's the life.”“So, you're lazy then,” you say bluntly.“More...” He drums his fingers along the armrest, trying to find the word. “Do you know the tale of Cincinnatus? He was a man who ruled all of Rome, then gave it up to live the life of a farmer. He ruled Rome for only fifteen days.”“So what does what that have to do with you?”“Absolutely nothing.” He shrugs, smiling. “But look, this is a comfortable job, I like where I am at now. I'm not interested in Hood syndrome.” Ah yes, Hood syndrome. Named for the Confederate General John Bell Hood who was an amazing division commander, but when given the command of an army became completely useless. Most commissioned officers learned of him as an example of being promoted out of one's experience, and to encourage Officers not to promote wildly or allow themselves to be promoted wildly. “Still, Lieutenant, I'm impressed by you. You're young, you still got your figure.” Aw, thank you, Captain! “And you have a Terran Cross. I assume that's a story for later.”“Yeah. I could always tell it another time.”“Of course,” he says. “Number One, are we ready?”She nods. “On your go, Captain.”“Engage Cherenkov Drive, prepare for warp.” You hang onto something.Number One types in the coordinates. “All hands, prepare for warp jump. Cherenkov Drive engaged. Five seconds.” You can feel the ship start to lurch forward. “Five, four, ready, steady, go!” A bright blue light appears ahead of the ship, and suddenly you can feel everything be peeled back as the ship jumps into warp speed.Onwards to Mars.
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>>576989Thanks for running.
>>576989Thanks for running, Schteel.
>>576989Just caught up. Thanks for the fun, boss.
>>577455>That IDI suppose it's better than Schteel who got +gay+ in his a few /qtg/s ago. >>576989Are you planning to run LGA 2 as a single thread this weekend seeing as you've currently got four on the board and none of them are particularly close to falling off?
>>578863I don't think that's a good idea. Each thread equals one day of school. Doubling up would throw that off.
>>578863Actually, funny story. I won't be able to run on Saturday so it'll just be a single thread regardless.
--You're already jealous of some random civilian who gets to travel on some nice cruise liner that has air conditioning, decently recycled oxygen, and actual entertainment on board. As you lay in bed and wake up after a short haul, you're caked in sweat. And it's not alcohol withdrawal sweat, it's general “it's fucking hot” sweat. It's the not rewarding sweat that usually soaks you to the bone after you get out of an I-Suit either. It's the kind of the sweat that keeps you up at night and makes you feel like you're melting.Feels like home already.And it's what encourages some Federal Service personnel to sleep in the nude anyway. Some would call it crude, you would call it absolutely necessary on a ship that hasn't figured out how to properly vent excess heat. People are always so afraid of having thermal exhaust ports stick out and be obvious weaknesses, but alas, you're not a ship engineer. Admittedly, you probably should've tried out for that, you could've designed something that would at least make things feel cooler in these ships.So you get up, you get dressed into your utility greys, and you look around. Your room and office for now is pretty barebones. But you might as well consider it your home away from home on your way to producing a successful military Idol business. Which is why you've already smuggled two bottles of whiskey on board (thanks to some very creative usage of your luggage). You'll make sure to lock your doors when you're drinking of course.There's a knock at your door. “Come in.” Your door slides open to reveal Petty Officer Naka... whatever her name was. She salutes you, grinning. “Petty Officer.”“Lieutenant!” Once you salute her back and dismiss it, she settles into a very casual and bouncy stance. “I've already arranged several things for your stay aboard the Jimmy Stewart! You now have a briefing room for discussing your Idol business, and as well...” She hands you a PDA, military grade. “You have access to the ship's nav logs and can direct us to your next destination, at the Captain's discretion of course!”“Thank you,” you say. “Anything else?”She smiles, biting her lip a bit, quirking her brows eagerly.“... besides wanting me to recruit you as an Idol?”[1/2]
>>580109[2/2]“Oh, did I say that? I didn't say that! Who said that? I didn't say anything!” She totally wants to be an Idol but god's sake, you don't know if you've got the budget for it. “... hehe. I can sing pretty well though! And I can dance too! And according to some of my boyish peers in the Marines, I'm am pretty cute! Why, Petty Officer Kyoko Nakagawa would make an excellent Idol for the Federal Fleet! And I believe that-”“Is there anything else?” you say, cutting her off.“No.” She seems disappointed, but not defeated. “But, we are now in orbit over Mars. And Major Harcourt is organizing a training drop for this afternoon. MWI Official Danner has also joined us aboard the ship.”Great. Busy day then.> Set up a business meeting in your new offices, see what Danner has to say.> Go take a shower and oversee your Idols training for today. Training drops are no laughing matter.> “I'll be right with you.” Lock yourself in your room and have a few shots.> Other
>>580114>Set up a business meeting in your new offices, see what Danner has to say.
>>580114>Tell her you'll call her for an interview if your budget is ever expanded for another idol.> Set up a business meeting in your new offices, see what Danner has to say.
>>580114>> Go take a shower and oversee your Idols training for today. Training drops are no laughing matter.
>>580114> Set up a business meeting in your new offices, see what Danner has to say.
>>580114>I can sing pretty well though! And I can dance too!Can we recruit her to train our girls on these things, and possibly move her onto the main roster once our budget is increased?
>>580196>train our girls on these thingsThis is a good idea
> Set up a business meeting in your new offices, see what Danner has to say.“Well, hey, listen.” You step past Nakawhosit and smile at her. “If our budget expands, we'll call you in, alright?” She grins happily, edging on her tiptoes. “But we don't have the budget now, but we are going to discuss budget today in our meeting. Your name might come up, okay? Okay. Thanks!” You hurry past her, thank God.--You fan your face with a spare piece of paper, with Azuma, Mills, and now Danner and some of his associates coming in. The offices and the board room set out for you all were little more than disused storage areas that were repurposed into offices and a board room, and this shows in the fact that there were still spare boxes and crates intermixed with the desks for computers and what not. Honestly, it's all the same to you. It just means you don't have to spend much effort keeping things clean when things are already dirty. “So. Danner. If you please.”Danner nods. “Right. We're already targeting the youth demographic. Let me very quickly lay out some obstacles for us.” One of his interns puts out a board, listing the obstacles in their entirety. “#1, the anti-war movement.” You scoff, figures. “There's a prevailing opinion among civilians, primarily in the Middle Regions to the Outer Colonies that this war is pointless and that we need to stop it. There-”You wave your hand. “Could you make this quick, I'm cooking like a potato here.”He sighs. If he still had eyes, you're sure he'd be rolling them like tires. “Fine. #2 on the list, other Idols. If we want our reputation to expand and to get our names out there, we have to start networking with these rival Idols, or remove them entirely from the Idol scene. Here are the Top 10 according to some reputable Fednet sites.”> #1. SHANNON SHUJUMI> #2. 731 PRODUCTION IDOLS> #3. XENOGLASSIA GIRLS> #4. COLONY GIRLS> #5. UNIT 5 IDOLS> #6. DISNEY PRODUCTION COMPANY TEEN IDOLS> #7. HOPEWELL STARGIRLS> #8. LUNAR LOVEY DOVEY LADIES> #9. GALAXY GALS> #10. STONEWALL BOYSYou nod. “So where would we be, starting out?”He says, “#276.” Oh. That's quite... bad. “But, with sufficient manipulation of our Federal Network, and if the girls deliver as they should, we can and most likely will skyrocket to at least within the Top 20. We'll be opening with the Galaxy Gals too a couple days after the girls' training is complete.”“And budget?” you ask.“Budget will expand after the Prime Minister has a taste of our first concert,” he says. “But she is sending a bit more money our way however. I'd like to spend some of that money on some basic amenities, such as a dedicated songwriter or perhaps an instructor for dance or...”[1/2]
>>580266[2/2]Azuma says, “What about that Nakajima girl?” Who? “You know, the Nakafujima girl. She came up to me this morning asking if I could talk to you about becoming an Idol for you. She's real excited about that.”“We don't have the budget for another Idol,” says Danner. “... yet. I imagine five will be our upper limit after the concert.”“Plus,” says Mills. “They only have a few days to learn how to dance and sing after they finish training.”> “Let's wait for the budget to increase first.”> “Get that Nakahama girl in here. Bring her in as an unpaid instructor.”> “That Nakayama girl is going to be an Idol, even if I have to sell my pants to do it.”> Other
>>580271>> “Get that Nakahama girl in here. Bring her in as an unpaid instructor.”
>>580271> “Get that Nakahama girl in here. Bring her in as an unpaid instructor.”>See her talents as wellWe can always give her back? Pay right and see if she is actually trained to handle the job, plus this is our ship? for the time being and I doubt we'll be shuffled around at the moment or her.Afternoon Schteel. Hot-dropping later I see
>>580271>OtherCan we get a buy-in from Fleet to attach Nakagawa to our idol troupe as a Fleet Idol? MI might do the dying, but we still need Fleet to fly us there.That way, her pay comes from the Fleet budget, not ours.
>>580305This. And if it doesn't work, make her work for a promise to make her an idol.
> “Get that Nakahama girl in here. Bring her in as an unpaid instructor.”> Other“Let's get that Nakafuji girl in here. If we can get some kind of buy-in from Fleet to attach her as some sort of Fleet Idol, we can save some money. She'd be Fleet's problem, not ours. And even before that, if she knows how to dance AND sing at the same time, she'd probably be a good instructor. Unpaid, maybe but-”“Shouldn't we pay her?” asks Danner.“Let's see.” You lean over onto the table and hit the intercom. “Petty Office Naka... Naka.”“Yes?” she says. “And it's Nakagawa, Lieutenant!”“Nakazawa, okay. Could you come into our meeting for a second. We'd like to talk to you.” You suddenly hear the sudden rush of footsteps coming closer and closer.Then the door explodes open, and behind it a very eager Nakahama. “YES I'D LOVE TO BE THE FLEET IDOL!” She salutes you all. “PETTY OFFICER KYOKO NAKAGAWA IS READY TO BECOME RICH AND FAMOUS!”…“Um, PO.” She nods to you, smiling. “That's not exactly why we called you here.” She deflates immediately, disappointed again. “No, we might have a use for you. You said you knew how to dance and sing, right?”“Of course!” She nods, coming closer. “I can demonstrate right now! Fa-”“No, no!” You stop her. “Don't, it's alright. I believe you. But uh... listen, our budget doesn't allow us to particularly manage a fourth Idol at the moment. But, I believe you can have a use to us. How would you like to be the dancing and singing instructor, until we can hire a dedicated one, and eventually maybe even work things out with Fleet to let you be attached to the Idol group.” She processes this for a few seconds, now suddenly stern and thoughtful.Then she nods. “I'll do my best!” She salutes you.“Well, Danner?” You smile at him.“Fine.” Danner sighs. “I guess that's another thing I'll have to work out. But, Naka um... whatisit can be an instructor for the girls on the side once they finish their training.”“Speaking of which,” says Azuma. “They start their training drop in about an hour, Lieutenant. Were you gonna attend?”> “No. I actually have to do Idol business sometimes you know.”> “Sure! There's nothing like a training drop.”> Other
>>580449> “Sure! There's nothing like a training drop.”
>>580449>"Thats in an hour, We have 30 minutes to kill before I join them Azuma. "
>>580449This >>580474>>579951Well that works out well for now at least.
>>580449>OtherThat's an hour, so we still have 30 minutes to try to iron out some more idol stuff.
> Other“We got time to kill.” You check your watch. Yeah, about thirty minutes worth. “Danner. Uh... fill me in on that anti-war stuff. Where exactly should we expect anti-war things?”“Well, it mostly has to do with refugees moving into the Middle Regions to avoid the Arachnid raids. They spread bad publicity, people believe them, that ends up sending morale down to the floor, you know?” That's fair. You kick your feet up onto the table, leaning back. Nakahamara meanwhile finds a chair for herself, listening in. Eh, you guess she can join in, she's an instructor now at least. “So, we can't just throw ourselves out there just yet. We have to build up a fanbase first in the Sol system, first Earth, then Mars, then the Saturn colonies, then Pluto. Then we can consider moving outwards.”“Right, right,” you say. “Have you seen the uniforms Saki made for them?”“...” He taps his sunglasses. Oh right. “I'm sure they're cute. And I'm glad she made them on a budget, because I wasn't about to spend thousands trying to get Hugo Boss or whatever to design them for us. Perhaps she can be our little costume designer.”“And hopefully that's what she'll remain as,” says Azuma.“Right.” Danner snaps his finger. “Another thing. We're not popular with the CDF. Initial reports after the first reveal of the Starship Idols tells us that CDF personnel rate us at a resounding 0%.” What? Why? “They don't like the Federation in general. Let's just put it that way.”“Well, how do we win them over?” you ask.“That's for you to figure out, not me. I'm just advising you,” says Danner. Ugh, that's what EVERYONE says. “It's the same thing with the Outer Colonies in general, they're not fond of Federal involvement, they're more concerned with farms and incest and keeping the bugs off their land.”Azuma leans in, suddenly offended. “Hey, we knew plenty of people from the Outer Colonies, they're not hicks, Danner.”“Yeah, but if they lived to retire, did they stay in the Outer Colonies?” Azuma blinks, leaning back. “I didn't think so,” says Danner. “Most citizens retire back to Sol or the Inner Systems anyway. It's where we'll build our fanbase first.”Nakatama raises her hand. “Question!” You look over. “So, will I have to like transfer into the MI or something?”“No,” you say. “If you become an Idol, you'll be representing Fleet.”“Oh, good!” She smiles. “I get to be the Fleet Idol then! Haha!” She slaps her chest. “Me, Petty Officer Kyoko Nakagawa, the Fleet Idol!” You roll your eyes.“... right.” Danner looks to you. “Lieutenant. Is there anything else you want to discuss?”> “More Idols.”> “Equipment for my Idols.”> “Nah, we're good.”> Other
>>580668>> “More Idols.”>> “Equipment for my Idols.”
>>580668> “Equipment for my Idols.”
>>580668> “More Idols.”> “Equipment for my Idols.”Honestly thats super important. Maybe we can CDF company down the line or something, still owned by us but they 'compete' against our Feddies. this way we can have a friendly rivalry between the two but still profit from it.
>>580668> “Equipment for my Idols.”Fit what we've got first. Don't add new if you can't even handle what you've got.
> “Equipment for my Idols.”“Equipment.” He tilts his head. “I want the best and most advanced tech for my Idols. If they're going to drop, I want them to drop with the safety of the best suit and the best guns I can get them. Not just that, but microphones, earphones, things that can help them on the stage too would be great. Stuff like that. Is any of that in budget?”“Well. The suits are going to come as they come,” says Danner. “Same with the guns. But as for the stage stuff. You'll have to scrounge up the budget yourself. See, the MWI mostly focuses it budget on the Federal Network news reels. We have to keep the public informed and keeping them informed is very expensive. We can't divert too many funds to your Idols just yet.” You roll your eyes. Ugh, typical bureaucracy. “But, given time, and an increase in reputation, we might be able to work something out.”“What suits are they going to be getting?” asks Azuma.“Same suits as everyone else, Paladin suits.” Hm, as much as you used the Paladin suits, you much preferred the Marauders. Much more survivable. We'll have to see if Olga's father delivers on anything. “I know you two might not like the Paladin suits, they are kind of streamlined. And to be honest, the next wave of Paladin suits are gonna be much more streamlined as well.”“What are they cutting out in the new suits?” asks Azuma very candidly.“That's classified, not even I know that,” he says. Oh great. “But listen, you do have free reign according to the Sky Marshal to modify the suits as you see fit. And hell, maybe the girls will get attached to their Paladins. In fact.” He snaps his finger, and places down a paint bucket and a spray bottle. “Ey?” He grins.“I'm not letting my Idols paint their suits,” you say.“Why not?” Danner blinks.“The suits are olive drab and dull colors for a reason,” you say. “Camo, if they dress up in bright colors they'll be fucked six ways to Sunday.”“But army drab and boring colors doesn't sell to teenage girls,” says Danner. You- … ugh, fuck he's right. “Anyway, I think we've discussed this long enough. Training drop, right?”“Right.” You stand up. “Come on, Azuma. Mills. Naka.”--You stand on a catwalk, overlooking the drop hangar as the Recruits get their address from Major Harcourt, their new supervising instructor. Career Sergeant Dune and all of the Recruits, your Idols included, are now dressed out in white and blue Paladin suits for training. Their rifles will be filled with paint for the exercise as well. “Alright you apes! Listen up!” Major Harcourt addresses them through a microphone with his hoarse voice, an injury from the war. “This drop will be conducted as scheduled. There will be no pauses, hesitation, or inaction of any kind. You hesitate getting into your shell, and I guarantee you will be out of the Mobile Infantry. Do you get me!?”“We get you, sir!” they shout.[1/2]
>>580951“Good. Your shells are designed to disintegrate at a designated safe altitude to cover your drop in their debris. Drag chutes will deploy first, then proper parachutes. In some cases, you will be asked not to drop with chutes at all. But for the purposes of this drop, you will be dropping with chutes. Once you have dropped, make your way to the rally point. Simple as one-two-three. Got that!?”“Yes, sir!”“Good. You have ten minutes to prepare! Those of you who are injured on the drop, you'll be happy to know we have two Fleet Hospital Corpsmen joining us. Dismissed!” Everyone scatters to their respective squads.“Domino Squadron!” Olga holds out her hand. “Come on, let's do it!” All five of them stare at Olga. “... come on! Put your hands on top of mine!”“What is this?” asks Lindstrom.“It's a cheer! We're going to do this before every drop for good luck!” Rosalie smiles, placing her hand on top of Olga's. “There, see!” Olga whines to the rest. “Come on!”“Oh, what the hell...” Stacy places her hand on top of Rosalies. Then comes Joey, Breckenridge, and hesitantly, Lindstrom.Olga cheers. “Rise as many! Drop as one! One, two, three! Domino!” They raise their hands. “Whooo!” Rosalie politely claps while everyone starts to prepare their shells. “Hehe!... you liked it, right, Rosalie!”“It'll catch on.” Rosalie comfortly pats Olga on her arm. She looks up at you. “Lieutenant. Are you not joining us?”“Not today, no,” you say. “You're in Dune's hands.”Stacy walks over. “Do you have any advice for the drop?” You can see her sort of quivering in her suit, shaking a little. “I-... I'm kind of shaking and I don't know why.”> “Nope. It's a cakewalk your first time.”> “Yeah, have light meals beforehand.”> “The shaking is normal.”> Other
>>580959>> “Yeah, have light meals beforehand.”
>>580959>“The shaking is normal.”Its not recreational, its a drop.
>>580959> “The shaking is normal.”You'll get used to it eventually.
>>580959>> “The shaking is normal.”
>>580959> “Yeah, have light meals beforehand."> “The shaking is normal.”
>>580959> “Yeah, have light meals beforehand.”> “The shaking is normal.”Aw, no Marauders yet
>>581104Marauders were actually the predecessor to the Paladin. They're being slowly phased out of service as while being extremely effective and very good at what they were built for, the costs of the war means that the Federation needs to start replacing it with something cheaper to save money.There are still plenty of Marauders in service though.
>>581128God damn it, this is why people die. Cutting costs.
> “Yeah, have light meals beforehand.”> “The shaking is normal.”You put up two fingers. “Two things. One, have light meals beforehand. You can always eat on the ground usually. Two, the shaking is very much normal. The shrink calls it an “eager race horse” thing. You're just looking to get out of the gate, Stacy.” Stacy nods, thumping her chest a bit.“Alright, girls! Let's get a move on!” Olga bounces in place, then jumps into her shell. The other girls as well get into their shells as well, assisted by Fleet technicians. Joey, Lindstrom, and Breckenridge as well are assisted into their shells, which get sealed up and ready to be dropped. They're loaded into the drop tubes like ammo in an ancient firearm.With that, Major Harcourt rides a lift up to you and introduces himself with a salute. “Lieutenant.” You salute back, nodding to him, allowing him to go at ease.“I assume you've been briefed,” you say.“Yes I have.” Major Harcourt leans on the rail, clearing his throat a bit, rasping out his next words to you. “The Sky Marshal was very detailed in his report. And I must say, I don't agree with it, but I won't protest. If it's the Sky Marshal's reckoning then so be it.” Oh, well, that's good then! “I also heard that you were going to be their producer. A Terran Cross winner herding around a bunch of teenage Idols, that's some combination.”“Well, I try.” You lean on the railing as well. “How are the Suit Trials going to go?”“Today will be a basic drop and rally trial. They got a time limit to head to the rally point. That time limit is their limited battery life which were deliberately drained beforehand without their knowledge.” Oh. Yeah, that'd get you moving too. “They gotta conserve energy and get moving otherwise their suit locks up and they have to wait hours before we can retrieve them.”“Good thing Mars is partially terraformed then,” you say.“Partially,” he says. “Air on Mars is like drinking tomato soup if you're not in a suit. I don't know how the Colonists do it.” He clips on his throat mic. “Alright, troopers. Are we ready!?”“Yes, sir!”“Deploy!” he commands. You hear several loud bangs as the drop begins. The drop tubes aren't really tubes more like giant cannons which do indeed fire the troopers out towards the planet proper. You and Harcourt along with Mills and Azuma proceed to a window, where you can see out to Mars proper. The troopers start descending down on the green, red, and blue planet like yellow rain.[1/2]
>>581203[2/2]“Sir.” An aide to Harcourt hands him a screen, which shows the status of all recruits and Career Sergeant Dune going down planetside. “Sir, Outpost 36 also reports that they've recovered an abandoned cargo ship in orbit. They're investigating it now.”“Alright,” says Harcourt. He looks to you. “36 will be a supply base for tomorrow's trial. It'll be a basic wargame, capture the flag, some shit like that. I couldn't care less to be honest, I just want to get this over with so I can get back to the front.”“I thought they don't let injured Officers back to the front.”He grunts. “They're making exceptions with the lack of manpower these days. Hell, if they hadn't let me anyway, I'd have just withdrawn and joined the CDF anyway. That's where most washouts end up anyways if they're that desperate to fight even without citizenship.”> Well, find something to do then while the drop goes on. Maybe even crack open one of your smuggled whiskeys.> Go to an observation room, to check in on the drop.> Ask Harcourt for an introduction on the new suits. They seem a little off to you.> Other
>>581209>> Ask Harcourt for an introduction on the new suits. They seem a little off to you.
>>581209> Ask Harcourt for an introduction on the new suits. They seem a little off to you.then, if nothing kicks off.> Go to an observation room, to check in on the drop.I take it these drops don't have a 65% Kill ratio?
>>581209> Ask Harcourt for an introduction on the new suits. They seem a little off to you.New tech is always glitchy. Best figure out what's not right.
>>581218Drop kill ratio varies wildly depending on the environment being dropped in and the amount of bugs shooting up at the troopers.Reminds me of how in the anime OVA, they actually deployed with shells and everything, but for whatever reason they dropped the troopers in HEADFIRST.
>>581242I take it Mars had the full bang from tenders, to Plasma and Wasps? i think they were called? Also why do i feel like the whole 'mostly' taken care of is just another way for the federation to miss a sweep? BECAUSE WE'RE HEADSTRONG, GET SOME.
>>581290The original Battle of Mars was really just a suicide raid on the Citizens' Systems Federation's mining and terraforming pet project, but it involved a fuckton of Warriors including some of the elite Guards Warriors.And if you're wondering, the Bugs don't use the Plasma and the Hopper bugs portrayed in the movie (though the Hoppers are available as auxiliary support, a kind of evil K-9 Corps). They have some sort of strange understanding that specialized castes bred for warfare would be useless for anything OTHER than warfare. Even Warriors occasionally spend time digging tunnels with Workers.Although the MI and Fleet did drive off and exterminate most of the raiding force, there are still remnants running around harassing science parties here and there. The Federation leaves it up to the Mars CDF to deal with them.
>>581314Really? The Plasma bugs were switched out, Fuck they were in everything. What took over for them? The freaky god damn laser scorpions? Says a Raid, I ask where the nest is that they missed. A world is never safe once the bugs touch it.
>>581328Plasma Bugs in the Starship Idols universe are never deployed on the frontlines, instead they're deep within the hives acting as giant Honeypot ants of sorts, where they're hooked up to generators and basically act as living batteries for an entire Arachnid hive. They secrete the much needed plasma which drives most of the Arachnid technology, weapons, Starships, tanks, etc.
>>581355Ah, Alrighty then. Thanks for clearing that up Schteel.
> Ask Harcourt for an introduction on the new suits. They seem a little off to you.“So how are the new suits like?” you ask. “They seem kind of off to me. Stiff.”“That's because they are.” He leads you all over to the lift, then sends you down to the hangar where dozens of spare suits are stood and ready for deployment. “The new Paladin suits are very uh... let's just say that they're not exactly Marauders. They work, they're great, but they're not the Marauders you might be familiar with.”“How so?” you ask.“First off, the Y-Rack got replaced with an inverted L-Rack for rapid dispensing of grenades. Secondly, jump pack thrusters can no longer be adjusted, they're now fixed in place.” Oh, that's a bad thing. “Then the flexibility. Yeah, there really isn't a lot of flexibility. Sitting down in a Paladin is like torture. Stepping to the side is a chore. And the electronics well... the electronics are built by a company named Yutani or some shit.”“So. The suits suck,” you say.“Kind of,” he says. “For now, they work. But, the Arachnids simply haven't realized the difference just yet. Once they do, I'm sure they'll mow us down like grass.”“Um. I don't suppose I could get my Idols some Marauders to use?” you ask.He folds his arms. “Why do you ask?”“Survivability,” you say. “Look, I want the best for them. If we have Marauders, I want them.”Major Harcourt hums a bit, thinking on it. “Tell you what. We'll see how they do in today's trials and I'll consider it. The Marauders are good, but they're not for the faint of heart.” Yeah, that's for sure. “Lieutenant, if it makes you feel better, I don't agree with the Idol business. I do think though that the girls deserve their chance at Citizenship like everyone else however. Everyone is equally treated under my care.”“I see.” You place your hands on your hips then, biting your lip. “So... Marauders then.”“We'll see.”…> Head to the Observation Room.> Go back to your room and relax. You need a drink anyway.> Explore the ship a little, see what you can see.> Other
>>581460> Head to the Observation Room.> Better get us fucking Marauders or else we'll steal your scotch
>>581460>> Head to the Observation Room.
>>581460> Head to the Observation Room.Just gotta count on Olga to impress him enough with her sick suit skills that he gives us some Marauders.
>>581460> Head to the Observation Room.Watch and pray.
>>580951>Majority of the military budget goes to the public media>THIS IS NOT STARSHIPTROOPERS THIS IS HELL
>>581561This is why we can't afford my god damn marauder armor. SON OF A BITCH. THE FEDERATION HAS LOST THE WAR.
> Head to the Observation Room.--You stand with Major Harcourt, Azuma, and Mills, in the back of the Observation Room, the room where all the Fleet Tactical Liaisons can communicate with MI Ground forces as they drop and fight on the surface. On screen was a huge map of the area, with green dots indicating MI troopers, with their names in bars next to them. Your own Idols and the rest of Domino Squadron were rallied up now, and were beginning to converge on the Rally point about two kilometers away. “This is Recruit Schwarber, heading to the Rally Point with Domino Squadron!”“This is Recruit Bamburger!” Dutch. “Bravo Squadron moving to the Rally Point now!”“Augh! Corpsman!” A flashing orange dot is on screen, a wounded trooper. “My chutes didn't deploy! Corpsman!”“Corpsman DeSilva deploying, stand by, trooper!” A green dot with a red cross overlaid on it starts bounding all the way to the wounded trooper.“They're doing good,” says Major Harcourt.Suddenly, a red cloud appears in front of Domino Squadron. One of the Fleet Ensigns looks back. “Major Harcourt. The Xenograph is picking up Arachnid activity in Domino Squadron's way.” You lean forward. Oh no.“What do they have?” asks the Major.A screen pops up next to the cloud. “Workers. Xenograph strength calculates them at around two dozen strong, probably leftovers from Desert Swarm, sir.”“Advise them on the threat and have them proceed as planned.” You fold your arms, looking at him. “They're just workers,” he says. “If they stop to shoot up a bunch of workers, they're wasting their time anyway.”> “Let's hope you're right.”> Talk to Domino Squadron directly and advise them on how to proceed.> Divert Career Sergeant Dune to escort them, you can never be too sure.> Other
>>581656>“Let's hope you're right.”
>>581656> Talk to Domino Squadron directly and advise them on how to proceed.>Just workers
>>581656>“Let's hope you're right.”It's not for us to coddle them, nor to question a superior officer's judgement just now.
>>581656> OtherAsk the major if perhaps we should divert Career Sergeant Dune to escort them, you can never be too sure.It's probably the best use of his time anyway seeing as progress otherwise seems on track.
>>581656>> “Let's hope you're right.”
>>581656>>> “Let's hope you're right.”>
>>581656> “Let's hope you're right.”At least we don't have to wear skintight outfits.
>>581813Only until we get suited up again.
>>581813>Not wanting the LT to wear a skintight suit
>>581813The only issue I have with MEKA units is the short range of the fusion cannons. Otherwise they're pretty tough, good maneuverability with the jets, the mech itself is a high-yield guided missile with quick redeployment for the pilot, and they even get issued sidearms better than many rifles in use at the time.
>>581813>>581843>>581862you guys are getting lewd
>>581959LT is for lewds though. When she's not being a traumatised war veteran.
>>581984She is basically a Scottish Zarya, and Zarya is hot.
>>581959https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E0rnWgwUcs4&feature=youtu.beYO, PV's out for GuP the Final Chapter!
>>581959So i'm reading the archives, We still have Rosalie right? I am so far behind and she is cute. Can we be lewd with her AND the LT?
> “Let's hope you're right.”“Let's hope you're right.” They've been acclimated to the docile workers in the Dismounted Trials anyhow. Hopefully they've learned that workers by themselves without a ruling Brain are functionally harmless. You lean forward and grab the railing, glaring at the screen.“They'll be fine, don't worry,” says Azuma. He places a comforting hand on your shoulder, and you nod to him.As Domino Squadron closes in on the cloud, they stop. “Shit! Bugs!” yells Breckenridge. “Take 'em out!”“They're just workers!” says Joey. “Keep moving or we'll run out of power!”Breckenridge however appears to stop and engage the workers. The workers themselves start fleeing from his (ineffectual paintball) fire. “Goddamn it, Breckie!” yells Stacy. “Come on!” The squadron stops for Breckenridge, and Rosalie has to go back and get him.“Dill! Come on!” Rosalie grabs Breckenridge and hurries him along. You plant your face directly in your palm. Oh God, Breckenridge is going to be the death of them. “Come on, we gotta go, we gotta go, we're almost out of power!”“Fucking bugs!” yells Breckenridge. “I hate them!”“You're going to blow our score, Breckenridge!” yells Lindstrom. “Get it together!” Suddenly, a resounding and very loud beep emanates from Breckenridge's suit.It's run out of power.“Agh! My suit! My suit's out of power!”“Dill!” Rosalie hurries back for him. “Agh! I can't lift him up, he's too heavy! Help me guys!”“We're going to run out of power too!” yells Stacy.“We can't just leave him!” Olga moves towards Breckenridge and Rosalie. “Come on, help me!”You look over at the Major, who sighs deeply in frustration. Oh for God's sake. As they argue amongst themselves, their suits start to power down, locking them up and freezing them in place. “Agh! I can't move!” yells Joey.“Great, we're out of power,” says Lindstrom.“Nice fucking going, Breckie,” Stacy very venomously states.“Look, they spooked me, okay!” Breckenridge shouts.As they continue to argue, Bravo Squadron is the first Squadron to make it, followed shortly by the rest, with only a few other troopers being lost to wounds and only one squadron being left behind in total.[1/2]
>>582040She's a teenager dude
>>582055[2/2]--You overlook the Recruits as they return from the training drop by retrieval boat. Once they dismount their suits, they start taking off their I-Suits and fit back into their utility greys. Stacy however, is pissed. She throws her I-Suit helmet at Breckenridge as he does up his boots. “Agh! What was that for!?”“I think you know you big ape! You knew we couldn't afford to stop and you knew that workers don't do shit to people! What were you thinking!?” yells Stacy.“I- I got scared, okay!?” Breckenridge stands up, completely towering over Stacy. “Bugs scare me, so what!?”“Well, it's nice to learn this now,” says Joey. “Considering you seemed to do fine in the Dismounted Tests. And now that we're on a planet that actually has bugs on it. That's really considerate of you, Breckie.”Lindstrom as well nods. “Yeah, come the fuck on, Breckenridge.”“Hey, stop it!” Rosalie steps in front of him. “Okay, everyone gets scared by something. We're all human here. And you're not helping him by ganging up on him like this!”> Let them sort out their differences.> Defend Breckenridge. He was only acting out of natural fear.> Defend the rest of Domino Squadron. They're right to scold Breckenridge for his cowardice.> Other
>>582065> Let them sort out their differences.Only step in if things are getting out of hand, and then don't take a side. >>582040Rosalie's only passion is for the Federation and Breckenridge's strong manly arms.
>>582065>> Let them sort out their differences.
>>582060if shes old enough to kill, shes old enough to be an adult anon.>>582065> Defend the rest of Domino Squadron. They're right to scold Breckenridge for his cowardice.>Other, State that as a team, you're supposed to tell everybody your fears before hand so they can cover for you if it comes up and help you overcome them so nobody DIES if it was a combat op. >>582074Oh the nerd likes the coward. lovely.
>>582084>Twenty-something booze hound of a veteran>Impressionable 16 year old who looks up to herDoesn't this look creepy at all? And aidorus are supposed to be pure
>>582115>>582084Creepyness aside, it'd be fraternisation as we're sort of still an officer and she's enlisted and our direct subordinate. We could both get court martialed for it.
>>582115>>582142Do you want her to die a virgin anon, To not know what its like to he held in the arms of a vet who is constantly boozed caused by the horrors of war? Fair point I thought we were not enlisted? at this point
>>582065>MI afraid of bugsWell you picked a shit fucking career didn't you.Lack of trigger discipline kills people. Goddamn idiot
>>582148Maybe not technically enlisted, but the LT is working for the MI, the Prime Minister and the Sky Marshal, using the MWI's budget, using MI and Fleet equipment and personnel, and directly working alongside military instructors. She's military in all but name.
>>582175>>582148Indeed. She's technically more of a noncombatant citizen advisor of sorts. Though military types and even superior officers are obligated to salute her as she is a Terran Cross winner.
>>582175>>582188Whelp, Nerd dies because she trusted the guy who freezes up at the first real fight with a warrior. thank god for archives.
>>582148>>582188Regardless, the LT just isn't interested in her girls which makes sense as she's apparently a good officer. Being with someone under your command like that brings up so many moral/ethical quandries and could so quickly become a horrible abuse of your power and/or their trust/faith in you that it's really best avoided. Better to stick with a fellow civvie advisor who we're technically employing but isn't really beholden to us. Like Azuma.
> Let them sort out their differences.Rosalie folds her arms, glaring at everybody. “Come on! We were all like Breckenridge at one point! And we're not going to pass the trials tomorrow, need I remind you the penultimate trials, if we're going to divide ourselves on something like this.” She sweeps her hands aside. “So let's just move on. Okay?”The Squadron is quiet for a minute or two, trying to pass up the fact that Breckenridge basically failed their test for them. Olga however leans in. “How about we get some grub to eat in the Mess? I hear the cook on the Jimmy Stewart is lovely and cooks some really good meals and stuff like that!”Dutch walks by, smirking. “You better get to know the cook, that's basically where you're going to end up.”Now it was Rosalie's turn to be a little irrational. “What's your problem, Dutch!?” She steps up next to him.“Hey, I'm not the one with the problem!” He holds his hands up defensively. “I mean, I managed to finish the race! You-” He jabs Rosalie in the chest with his finger. The rest of Bravo Squadron comes around on his side. “You ended up locked in your suit until they had to pry you all free! You're nothing more than canned food for the bugs! And your fucking boyfriend is scared of bugs!? Kind of deal is that?”Breckenridge steps up next to Rosalie, glaring a hole right through Dutch. “I'm scared of bugs, Dutch. I ain't scared of you.” The rest of Domino Squadron come in to back up Rosalie.“Alright, that's enough!” Career Sergeant Dune sticks his swagger stick between the two parties. “We're not in the camp anymore! Anyone I see injuring another gets twice what they dished out!” The two Squadrons separate, walking back to the lockerrooms.> Retire to your room.> Check in on Domino Squadron.> Grab a meal to eat with Azuma and Mills.> Other
>>582343>> Grab a meal to eat with Azuma and Mills.
>>582343> Grab a meal to eat with Azuma and Mills.>Swagger stickJesus. Schteel, did you make reference to America's current election in the past?
>>582343> Check in on Domino Squadron.
>>582343>> Grab a meal to eat with Azuma and Mills.and bitch to them about what happenedtry to get azuma to say he likes us(if we rember it)
>>582343> Grab a meal to eat with Azuma and Mills.
>>582357The first flashback to Mister Rusczyk's classroom is basically referring to the American elections of today and how fucking awful they are at actually electing useful people. I also write Prime Minister Thach as being a bit of Hilary Clinton.
also tthe girls geting to paint there suits?fuck yer
>>582384Ah alrighty. Danke, slow crawl of catching up but a duty calls and my time is needed. I saw criminal and a secret fascist, made me have a laugh. Shame its so bad, I'd prefer the bullshit of the Fed at this point.
> Grab a meal to eat with Azuma and Mills.--“Can you believe it?” You eat up the gruel served up in the Mess Hall with Azuma and Mills at your own little table. “I can't believe someone joins the Mobile Infantry and then has the nerve to be a bitch about bugs!” You slam your fist onto the table, making the trays jump a little. “It's disgraceful!”Azuma shrugs. “Hey, they're just kids. Kids are scared of things they don't understand. And they don't understand a lot about things, which is why they're easy to fool about stuff,” he says.You sigh, leaning on the table a little, tugging on your collar to let some air in and out. “Azuma. Were you scared of the bugs when you first enlisted?”“Yeah,” he says. “And I bet you were too.”“I was not!” you say.“Really.” Azuma folds her arms. “Tell me, who was the one that spaz-fired at a bush on her first drop into Bug territory and ended up wasting a bird instead?”“... me,” you mutter.“And I won't let you forget it. I'm sure Mills was too.” Mills nods in agreement. “Look, Breckenridge will get over it. And Rosalie will help him along, as will the rest of the Squadron. They'll pass tomorrow's trials without a hitch.”You nod at that. “You know what they're doing tomorrow?”“Yeah, wargames. Outpost 36 is busy with some kind of abandoned cargo shuttle or something, but they'll be serving as the resupply base,” says Azuma. “Anyway, Lieutenant. We shouldn't worry too much. They've come a long way through just a week of training. You gotta give them credit for that at least.” You probably should. You remember almost quitting halfway through three weeks. You can't imagine how these girls managed to make it through one after you just plucked them from their homes.Mills sighs. “Sometimes I wonder what their parents are like.”“Well, we don't see much of Rosalie or Stacy's parents. I assume Stacy's parents are either dead or don't care,” you say. “Rosalie's mom.”“Dependapotamus,” says Azuma.“What?”“Dependapotamus,” says Azuma. “Think about it. Dead Federal Service father, Rosalie can't pay to get her eyes fixed or anything. Where's the money going?” That-... that makes a scary amount of sense. You sigh. “Look, I'm not one to be nosy, nor am I one to make assumptions. But that seems like the most likely answer.”“Ugh. I can't imagine...” You look over at Azuma. “Azuma, if I ever become a Dependapotamus, I want you to shoot me.”“Hell, I'll shoot you right now,” he says.You scoff. “Fuck you, you love me and you know it.” He rolls his eyes at that.> Tease Azuma> “Whatever, I'm going to bed.”> “You shoot me in a dream, Azuma, and you better wake up and apologize to me.”> Other
>>582567> Tease AzumaCommence bullying
>>582567>> Tease Azuma"Say all you want about me lookin' thicker, all that means is that you're lookin' at me, Az."
>>582567> Tease Azuma
>>582567>> Tease Azuma
>>582656one day we will do this to himbut frist got work out
>>582716Least we'll be sweating off weight whenever we're on the Jimmy Stewart.
>>582739true true and couse of how water is used that means that Azuma will be drinking usand us him
>>582739That's just losing water. You don't actually lose any fat and the weight loss is temporary because you gotta drink sometime. autism ho
>>582768>>582739yer itl healp a little bit but we will still need to work outand sex would be sooo sticky no cuddles at night here
>>582768Not entirely, the act of sweating isn't lossless in terms of calories, and combine that with the fact that physical activity in higher heat/humidity requires you to sweat more to keep your body cool and you will sort of sweat off weight. Obviously you can't just sit around and do nothing and expect to lose weight but it will make working out more productive.
> Tease Azuma“Aw, come on, don't deny it!” You lean across the table, leering at him. “You love me and want everything to do with me, don't you, Azuma?”He leans closer to you, smirking. “Well, that all depends, how many drinks have you had today?”“None!” You snap your fingers proudly, then slam your fist on the table again. “How about that, tough guy!”“Hmph. That's a first, I guess.” He folds his arms, smiling at you. “I'm actually impressed, Lieutenant.”“Aw, you're a sweetie.” You make a kissing noise at him. “I guess you must really love me then now that I'm sober then!”He huffs. “As if.”“Come on!” You poke him in the cheek. “Say you love me!”“Fuck off, Lieutenant.” He slaps your hand away, glaring at you a little.“Come on, don't be a pussy!” You tap him in the cheek again like a doting aunt, biting your lip and giggling. “Hehehe! You're such a pussy, Zuzu!”He slaps your hand away. “Hey, fuck you, you fucking bugsy screwball. I don't love you. I like you, there's a difference. I'm loyal to you. I'd go to hell and back for you, Lieutenant. I'd do anything for you!”You smirk, leaning even closer. “... anything?”He blinks, then gently pushes you aside, a slight pink to his cheeks. “Fuck off.” HA! YOU GOT HIM!Ah, today's good.
That's it for Starship Idols this week. Tomorrow's no LGA2 because I am busy tomorrow but Sunday should be looking good. I'll be free to answer questions for a bit.Follow at: https://twitter.com/GermanSchteelAsk at: http://germanschteel.tumblr.com/Book Tumbles: http://germanschteelbookblog.tumblr.com/See you next time.
>>583012Does Olga have experience with wearing suits from her family or is she legitimately just a natural?How distressed will you be if GuP: the Final Chapter is just an OVA and not a movie or new season?Was there any way the show match with the ITL team could have ended with a victory, or at least better than it did?
>>5830531. A bit of both. Her father was in the Federal Service and she did have experience with suits from helping her Dad's workers build some of them.2. It's Girls und Panzer all the same, but I'll be sad.3. I generally don't answer quests like these because it makes anons regret their decisions, so I abstain.
>>583053The answer is yes, because if it couldn't have gone well the game is rigged.
>>583063Why is recruitment at an all time low?Why do we need Idols?Are Marauder suits Spec ops sense they can't risk the things being mass produced anymore or even at all? Where the fuck did these things even come from?
>>583063I just hope it gets the sendoff it deserves, I'm not sure if I could stomach saying goodbye to GuP with just a 20 something minute OVA.That's fair, I was responsible for coming up with/pushing it, so was just wondering as I'm fairly certain it wouldn't greatly impact my emotional state knowing either way. That policy is the smart choice though.Thanks for running too, forgot to include that in the other post.
>>5830801. People are believing less and less in the Federation and its ability to win the war. Plus, with the institutionalized elitism of of Federal Service trying to prevent just everybody from attaining Federal Service along with the stated risks of enlisting during a war, people simply aren't enlisting in great numbers.2. Idols are flashy, cute, and have lots of fans, er go, they can drum up support for the war and get people donating or enlisting again.3. Marauders are basically just very expensive tanks from the old era of war where the MI could afford to build them because the MI was a surgical strike force. Since the war has shifted dramatically and with the MI needing more boots on the ground and the Marauder to expensive to mass produce for all of them, they just decided to cut the costs and make cheaper but slightly less effective suits.Nobody knows where the Bugs came from.>>583106Thanks, anon. You're great.
>>583111>Nobody knows where the Bugs came from.Don't they come from Klendathu?
>>583125They do, I'm just being stupid.
>>5831111. The elitism is driving people away?2. Dones't that do away with there support base?3. Why can't they 'cheese' the budget like the US goverment to ensure they get the best kit they can? Or is the navy stealing it all as well?
>>583111>>583142Perhaps a good analogy would be that the Marauder is a Challenger 1 or M1 Abrams in the late 80s during a Cold War gone hot, amazingly powerful and advanced tanks, but ridiculously expensive and time consuming to produce.They were great for the increasingly expeditionary, professional US/UK armies of the time, but if the Soviets actually attacked West Germany, they'd rapidly be replaced by cheaper and less advanced contemporaries like the Chieftain or Patton in frontline service as losses became harder and harder to replace and the more advanced vehicles proved time, cost and training prohibitive in a larger, less professional military.It's likely the Paladin's either a simplification of the Marauder or simply a modernisation of an older Mark of suit with some new amenities and gadgets added.
>>5831421. The elitism is that because the Federation has to legally find a place for everyone who wants to do Federal Service no matter how useless they are, which means wasting money on subpar recruits and desk jockeys. The Federation actively scares people away from enlisting for that very reason.Prime Minister Thach is trying to reverse it because it's kind of a stupid policy in the middle of a 20 year war where attrition is setting in.2. It's not about having a long and lasting fanbase, it's about getting people to enlist and fight.3. This guy. >>583168
>>583185>20 year warGoing by her flashbacks, the LT was around when the war started right? Did she join out of the gate at the start of the war? Is the LT chronologically 40-something but physically 20-something since she mentioned it's only been half a decade from her perspective?
>>583195She actually joined the war around the 16-year mark or so. She is chronologically 23. She (and a lot of other people) wrongfully thinks that time relativity is a thing which is making it hard for her to adjust to society.In reality, she just has a hard time adjusting to civilian life in general with or without relativity.
>>583185So Thach wants to toss everybody into the Meat-grinder? Bitchin, Though are Planet crackers or whatever it is called in this?
>>583226Schteel mentions that nova bombs are only used on useless or undeveloped worlds. The planets the Federation and Bugs are fighting for are prime real estate, so little planet cracking and more ground wars
>>583226The planet busting equivalent to the Q-Bomb are Nova Bomb warheads, which are essentially very big nukes. And if buried they are capable of cracking a planet open but not completely destroying it. They're mainly used for glassing planets.They're not used very often though. They're reserved for planets which have no future in terms of colonization or resource purposes. Earth like planets and planets which can be colonized are worth their weight in gold.
>>583168How's it going Pierre?
>>583211So she deluded herself about her poor adjustment out of military life and inability to relate to civvies by blaming time dilation? That's depressing as hell, and it sounds like its a common thing if the belief is widespread. Is there a name for it/is it an actual syndrome semi-common among vets?
>>583235Still catching up.>>583237How come the federation hasn't sent the quickest ships they could deep into Bug systems, Planted a bomb on there 'supposedly' most important worlds and cracked'em?
>>583245>Is there a name for itHow about Haldeman's Syndrome? Since Forever War was about using time dilation as a metaphor for Vietnam vets returning to a world that becomes increasingly vastly different from their original one
>>583244Huh? Nah, I'm Dan.>>583259I like it, I need to get around to reading Forever War at some point, it's been on my list for years now.
>>583245>>583259We'll go with Haldeman's Syndrome because that's better than anything I could come up with.>>583246Because again, the bugs colonize Earth like planets. Even Klendathu is breathable to humans and is actually a world with immense colonial potential, owing to its massive and distinct wildlife and fauna. Cracking open random planets would irreparably damage them for future use at best, and render them completely worthless at worst.
>>583274we want to take the planets from them and put humans on themcose im gusing finding earth like ones are hard to findwich is y we dont go glassing all the bug ones we want?also if all the humans wore fighting would we ave about the same numbers to the bugs or somethingbecouse most humans dont fight mostly workers but if the onle humans from every plant started to fight it would be very differnt
>>583288>also if all the humans wore fighting would we ave about the same numbers to the bugs or somethingNah, Bugs outbreed humans 1000-to-1. They're the communists to the Federation's militaristic democracy, just drowning them in a tidal wave of bodies.
>>583288Bugs outbirth humens 1000-1. It's a mathematical victory for the Bugs even if they lose if they manage to kill one MI trooper or a dozen civilians.
>>583306idk the fed only has a very little amount of people compared to the reast of the humansthinking 40k IG numbers insted of like only 10000but then how would they pay for all of it?
>>583272>Huh? Nah, I'm Dan.As in Pierre Sprey, a complete dingbat who worked in the pentagon for a few years, then went into water purification and Jazz records but has somehow managed to keep being brought up as an "expert", including an absolutely retarded 2007 article claiming that we'd have been better of buying M48A5s instead of M1s. Despite being sixteen years past Desert Storm and curbstomp battles like 73 Easting.
>>583322Ah, sorry thought you might've suspected me of being a member of your local wargaming group or whatever, it's happened before. It was even right once. Yeah, I'm not saying the Patton (especially the M48 rather than the technically-not-a-Patton M60) would be a better choice than the M1 but in an actual total war I think older tanks/simpler tanks would end up replacing more capable stuff like the M1 in frontline use as production speed/ease became more important and casualties among experienced crews mounted. Especially if the war was being lost. An example of this that actually happened is the Pz IV Ausf. J which removed some of the more advanced features so they could build more of them.
>>583354Not really. The US wins based on powerful force multipliers. The Russians hit basically a dead end in their armor technology and guns with the T-72, and all of the subsequent developments have been to cover for that, and even then, they've lost the ability to build in numbers either compared to US production rates. Hell, Congress has forced the DoD to take new M1s it doesn't need.
>>583418I'm still positing a 1980s scenario when the M1 was relatively new and the M1A1 was just starting to be produced. Modern day there's no way in hell something like a Patton would get pressed into service, at least not in any situation I can imagine. This has to do with the nature and scale of such a war itself changing too. Even a 'total' war between 21st Century nations would likely include far less men and tanks than something like WW2 due to the increasing degree of automation and massive value of concealment in modern war. But if by some bizarre, unforseeable chain of events a war broke out now which demanded extensive deployment of armoured units all across the globe on broad fronts (which is what an interstellar war like the one the Federation is fighting would be like) then you can bet your bottom dollar that stuff like the M1A2 would very quickly get relegated to the elite/veteran units and the new guys would start getting old M1A1s and maybe even mothballed M1s until they can come up with something cheap and easy enough to produce to get a lot of tanks everywhere.
>>583438By the end of the Reagan era US military readiness and total doctrinal refresh had shifted massively compared to Vietnam. We had the F-15 and F-16 in service, the current high tech, high precision "Rollback" anti-air defense strategy was in place, T-80s were and are still pretty crap, etc.And here's the thing: we'd built up a powerful enough force while reducing strain on the GDP. In Vietnam it was 15% or greater. Current military budget is a 3.5% with more advanced weapons and a better paid volunteer force. Desert Storm was about as close to the scenario you posit as we would have gotten, and it was a curbstomp.
>>583487Desert Storm's an unfair comparison as the Iraqis only had the shitty export T-72s and were most damningly, crewed by Iraqis. Now, Soviet forces were a bit of a mess too (a scary number of officers straight up couldn't read maps, their morale was often poor and they lacked a strong NCO class) but they were nothing like as bad as the Iraqis. The T-80 is a bit tosh but there were never that many of them anyway so make of it what you will. The majority of tanks would've been T-72As with a few Bs floating around and a couple units with T-64s. It wouldn't have been a curbstomp either way I don't think, just incredibly bloody on both sides, probably ending either after early Soviet gains and suing for peace or in a grueling war that sees Russian forces pushed back out of West Germany by REFORGER. That said, in the process I've arrived at an even better analogy. The Paladin is the T-72, while the Marauder is the T-64. 64 might be more advanced and fancy and arguably better, but the 72 is much cheaper and simpler to make.
>>583545Something to keep in mind here is that the Federation is trying to keep a total war footing going on an all-volunteer force for far too long. Even a NATO-USSR conflict wouldn't go on like that too long. They've basically put little real pressure on the civilian populace except to create a routine out of the bug war, and there likely aren't any more Buenos Ares events as of the quest that anyone old enough to join would remember.And the T-72 was built around the T-64. The Russians use telescoped development rather than Western-style evolutionary leaps.
>>583583> And the T-72 was built around the T-64. The Russians use telescoped development rather than Western-style evolutionary leaps.The T-72 was built as a cheap alternative to the T-64 for when wartime expenditures made the 64 too prohibitively expensive to make. Then they realised it was something like 40% cheaper or the like and just started making the T-72 during peacetime. But that's exactly my point, much like the Paladin seems to either be a revamp of an old suit or a cheap version of the Marauder, if we presume the latter then it essentially is exactly the same as the relationship between 64 and 72. The war footing thing is correct too, it's hard to present a perfect analogy as we've never had a 20 year long 'hot' war in modern history.
>>583322Maybe not Abrams vs. Patton, but more like Corsair vs. Hellcat. The Corsair had better performance, but was expensive and its difficult handling made it the Ensign Eliminator. The Hellcat, on the other hand, was the Ace Maker.
>>583012Thanks for the fun, Boss