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Man, writing a quest on active duty is a bit harder than I had anticipated it to be.
Hopefully things will calm down soon and I can establish a regular damn schedule again. Oh well. Here we go.

Archive here: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=TW89

==

Sweet, delicious smoke fills your mouth as soon as you take the first pull from the Cohiba. You've got to hand it to the Cubans, commie dickheads though they might be, they know how to wrap and cultivate their tobacco leaves.

Sitting in General Lindsay's office, you find yourself staring at a behemoth three ring binder sitting on his desk. The general himself was looking out a window at the snowy plains, puffing away on his own cigar. Outside was oddly serene, a few flakes of snow falling here and there, sun still blazing away. If nothing else, it was a good reminder that this was home, and safe. Or rather, damn near enough to home that it felt like it.

The general's office, this being a temporary billet for even him, was rather grandiose, something you wouldn't expect out of a former special forces man. A huge leather seat sits behind a presidential sized c-shaped desk, neatly organized stacks of paperwork sectioned off. Challenge coins sit in a angled holder on the front of the desk, and while most of them aren't very impressive at all, a few jump out at you. 803 Command, USSOCOM, a Tri-Tab coin, and a handful of miscellaneous awards all seem to catch your eye.

“Y'know son, if this shit hadn't kicked off, I'd be retiring in a few months.”
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>>24209210

You snap your head to look at where he's standing. The man shifts, and turns to face you. Cohiba firmly gripped in his right hand, his left smooths his graying hair back.

“But instead, I gotta sit in here and plan raids and feints and thrusts. I should've taken fencing.” He chuckles to himself. “Oh well, I guess. It won't really get fun until I'm in Germany. Nevermind all that though, I've got some good news and bad news for you.”

You find yourself dreading the bad news.

[] “Well, hit me sir. What's the bad news?”
[] “Pardon my language, sir, but shit. Better hear the good first.”
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[x] Dick the P-L
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>>24209211
>[] “Well, hit me sir. What's the bad news?”
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THIS JUST IN:
ROCKFIELD DISABLED FOR LIVE
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>>24209211
>[x] “Well, hit me sir. What's the bad news?”
Good to see ya Mouse.
>>24209232
She is still in Kuwait.
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[] “Well, hit me sir. What's the bad news?”
We need something to lift our spirit afterwards.
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>>24209211
>[] "Well, hit me sir. What's the bad news?"
Best to get it over with, I say. Also, good to see you, Maus.
>>24209253
I dunno about disabled for life, but I wouldn't be surprised to hear that she's out of the war and off strikers for good. ...Which I suppose might be disabled for life for a witch.
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>>24209232
In all likelihood, she's dead.
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>>24209211
Hit me with the bad news
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>>24209211
Better be damn good good news.
SO what's the bad news?
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>>24209210
>[x] “Well, hit me sir. What's the bad news?”

Guilt Quest '89 returns once more
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>>24209211
[x] “Well, hit me sir. What's the bad news?”
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[] “Well, hit me sir. What's the bad news?”

You take a deep breath of smoke, savoring the flavor. It'd been a long time since you'd had a good cigar, and the change of pace from regular chewing tobacco was nice. Even so, mom would still kill you.

“Well, might as well get this out of the way. Bad news, sir?” You ask, leaning forward a bit in your chair. The general takes his own seat, reclining as he could, setting his cigar down in it's ashtray.

“They need you back in Germany, son. Bad. Garrison also wants you back in Iraq, but personally I'd like to send you to Japan. Experienced, well trained armor commanders are in high demand right now. You're gonna get yanked around a lot. On top of that, the people back here are starting to get, shall we say, curious. Now, let me be blunt. I fought this for you, son, because somehow you fall into my fucked-up chain of command. Unfortunately, when the white house and joint chiefs tell me to do something, my hands get tied up pretty quick.

“Time magazine wants an embedded reporter in one of my units. Yours is seeing the most action we can talk about, so I put him in with you. Make room for him somewhere, I don't care if he's riding shotgun on an Abrams or a support humvee, but he's gotta be somewhere. President's orders.”

He picks his cigar back up, puffs a few times to revive the cherry, and takes a long drag.

“Uh, sir, you know we got jumped and lost people, right? We're at fifty percent strength. I can't guarantee his safety. Plus, I literally have nowhere to put him. I don't have support humvees or room in any vehicles. Hell, I only have two Abrams' left!” You protest.

1/2
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>>24209705

Curious or not, couldn't standard military reports work for the people? This was some bullshit, if there ever was some.

“Well then, I guess it's time for the good news then. General Dynamics has heard quite a bit about you, no doubt thanks to that one doctor.” He reaches ahead of him and tosses you the binder. It lands in your lap with a dull thud, weighing about fifteen pounds.

“I'd get to reading, son. You're getting two of these, and we're replacing your other Abrams with a pair of prototype BAE systems vehicles. I don't have a dossier on those, but Light's seen them and helped work on them, and he checked 'em off.”

Looking down at the front cover of the massive book, you're met with a plain cover sheet denoting the system's name and designation.

“If it can do what all that book says it can, you're in for a hell of a ride, captain.”

With that, General Lindsay checks his watch.

“You had a long flight, son. I'd recommend getting some chow, and passing out. Light says the first two vehicles will be here in the morning, and that's when you get back to work.”

[] “Roger that, sir!” (Catch chow, go to bed.)
[] “Nah, slept pretty well on the flight. Think I'll read up a bit.” (Pour into the book.)
[] other.

2/2
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>>24209716
>[] “Nah, slept pretty well on the flight. Think I'll read up a bit.” (Pour into the book.)

Grab chow first though, eat and read.
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>>24209716
> [] Other.
Chow and read. MULTITASK.
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>>24209716
>[] “Roger that, sir!” (Catch chow, go to bed.)
Early to bed, early to rise, call to find out how Rockwell is doing, and read the manual.
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>>24209716
>[x] “Nah, slept pretty well on the flight. Think I'll read up a bit.” (Pour into the book.)
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Shouldn't we get our crew to reading as well?
It concerns them as well.
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>>24209716
>[] “Nah, slept pretty well on the flight. Think I'll read up a bit.” (Pour into the book.)
Get food as well, also we getting something like this?
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>>24209716
Eat, read, fall asleep right after reading the weapon and armor specs.
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>>24209825
Only if it has room for a witch and shields.
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>>24209848
I'm saying that cause both General Dymaics and BAE worked on it, just its 15 or so years in the future for '89, though Fronk does have a Wyvern.
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[] other.

get some chow and start reading that monster book. just a look at the ultra-short system description .
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>>24209876
Dynamics*
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>>24209716
[] “Nah, slept pretty well on the flight. Think I'll read up a bit.” (Pour into the book.)

But do get sandwich at least. And some fucking coffee if we're pulling this all-nighter bullshit.
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[x] Other.
Chow and read. MULTITASK.

It's time for Tank Witches 40k!
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[x] read while eating
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>[] other (Read while Eating)

You stand and sharply turn for the door.

“And captain?”

“Sir?”

“SOCOM is keeping it's eye on you. Keep making us proud.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Minutes later, after trudging down the cold street, you find yourself in the line at the chow hall. A few enlisted personnel shoot you a glance, but it's a trifling matter. The choice of chow is surprisingly good, having either green meatlike stuff, or red vegetablelike stuff. You opt for the green meat, remembering that it never hurt sam-i-am.

Finding a seat, you decide to cut into the meal first. The meat, of course, has roughly the texture of boot leather and doesn't really have a flavor. The coffee, more apt to be called sludge, has to be chewed.

Just as you're cracking open the book, however, a tray sets down in front of you. You look up to find yourself looking into Seigel's hard eyes.

“Mind if I join you, sir?”

[] “Go for it”
[] “Actually, I was hoping to get some reading done.”
[] other.
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[x] “Go for it”

I think he has good reason for this so we should listen.
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>>24210254
"Go for it, but I'm going to be reading up on our latest Soviet ass kickers."
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>>24210254
>[x] “Go for it”
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>>24210254
[x] “Go for it”
>times bleoar
Captcha wants us to scream incoherently at the reporter.
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>>24210254
[x] “Go for it. Was just reading about the new machines we'll be getting"
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[] “Go for it”
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>>24210254
Listen to what she has to say while looking over the files
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>>24210254
[X] "Go for it."
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>>24210280
This sounds good. Perhaps mention what we have read thus far.
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>>24210254
>[] "Go for it."
"Be my guest."
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>>24209253
FUCK YOU!
>>24210254
>[] “Go for it”
Oh shit.
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>>24210254
Angry Seigel is angry?
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[X] “Go for it.”

>>24210376

I think that's her normal cool, slightly creepy demeanor.
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>>24210384
I don't know. She kinda loosened up around us. I mean not much, but I think we got promoted from person shaped target who outranks me to simply person who outranks me.

I think she's "Upset" for values of upset.
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>>24210254
>[] “Go for it”
"Also got a brief on our new rides"
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>>24210254
>[] “Go for it”
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>[] “Go for it”

You motion for her to sit. “What's on your mind, corporal?”

She sits, looking down at her 'meat'. “It never seems to get better, huh sir?”

You can't help but laugh. “I guess not. I've got to be honest with you though, Seigel. I've got some serious reading to do. Anything important you want to talk about?” You thump a pair of fingers on the massive tome sitting next to your tray.

She shrugs. “Not really. Just didn't want to sit alone, I guess.”

You cock an eyebrow. “I thought you black ops types loved being by yourselves?”

“Not all the time, sir. Only when we're working. Quit talking about us like you're not a part of the community, by the way. It bugs Mik- I mean lieutenant Anderson....sir.” She dives into her 'hash browns', attacking them with her fork.

You flip open the cover front cover. Her eyes track the title.

“The XM2A1 Achilles, sir?”

You nod. “Our new vehicle, I think. I'll let you know more once I know more than it's working name.”

The first few chapters are boring technical specs, things you'll be sure to look over and dissect later. For the time being though, you just want to get to dessert: it's combat capabilities.

1/2
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>>24210771

Hooooleeeee shit.” You mutter.

Seigel picks up on it immediately. “Well, go on.”

You have to re-re-reread the page, but the words never change.

“forty-five miles an hour cross country, sixty on a road. Eight hundred millimeters of hull armor against AP, nine against HEAT. Twelve hundred on the turret against both, and it's got that proto-plating stuff. Crew of five, something called a WiiS, 'full network combat' capabilities. Odd though, all the gun information is classified.”

She looks up. “Oh, the network combat thing? Yeah, that's pretty cool. We've been working with it for a while in the 803. Mark-and-track is probably the most handy thing for us, but for you, I dunno.”

“Wait, so, you've had this for a while?”

“No, the 803rd has. They pulled it from me when I got lent out. Didn't know what they wanted to give you. I was sure they'd hook you guys up in France, but...c'est la vie.” She shrugs, taking another bite of her 'ham'.

You look back into the book. What feels like ten minutes passes, before Siegel grabs your attention again.

“Uh, sir? You've eaten all your chow...and you're spilling coffee.”

You snap back into reality, watching her watch your mug dribble what could pass for oil onto the table.

[] “Shit, maybe it IS time for bed..”
[] “Wha? Oh, thanks. Say, you know anything else that's getting this network combat thing?”
[] other.
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>>24210777
>[x] “Shit, maybe it IS time for bed..”
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>>24210777
[X] “Wha? Oh, thanks. Say, you know anything else that's getting this network combat thing?”
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>>24210777
>[x] “Wha? Oh, thanks. Say, you know anything else that's getting this network combat thing?”
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>>24210777
>[] “Wha? Oh, thanks. Say, you know anything else that's getting this network combat thing?”

SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK
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>>24210777
>[x] “Wha? Oh, thanks. Say, you know anything else that's getting this network combat thing?”
"Mark and track" huh? Nice.
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>>24210777
[] “Wha? Oh, thanks. Say, you know anything else that's getting this network combat thing?”

Well it's been nice, but now it is I that must go the fuck to sleep. 3:25 AM and I have stuff to do tomo...well technically today
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>>24210777
>[] "Wha? Oh, thanks. Say, you know anything else that's getting this network combat thing?"
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>>24210777
[x] “Shit, maybe it IS time for bed..”
"Wanna tuck me in?"
No, not seriously.
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>>24210896
I unno, I wouldn't mind Seigel tucking me in.
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>>24210777

[X] “Shit, maybe it IS time for bed..”

The general "suggested" we get chow then hit the sack. Seigel can fill us in on "network combat" tomorrow.
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So the gun is sparklies?
Guess they have to put those wingless witches to use somehow.
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>>24210964
Or an honest to god railgun.
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We should get her another cheese sandwich.

It IS Grilled Cheese Sandwich Day.
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>>24210964

>gun is sparklies
>maybe it has shields

Already got the perfect music for the re-match vs. Soviet sparkle-tanks.
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>>24210980
Sparkly railgun.
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[X] “Shit, maybe it IS time for bed..”
Jake needs sleep
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>>24211003
Does it involve a certain animu?
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>>24211003
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ehhitnnB22k
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>>24211019

Cartoon: yes
Animu: no

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TGrugADAqoQ
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>>24210889
Let's try to get one more thing done today.
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>>24211047
Yo Motherfucking Joe!
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>>24210777
[X] “Shit, maybe it IS time for bed..”
Sleep is good if we want to do our job well.
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>>24210777
>[x] “Shit, maybe it IS time for bed..”
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>>24211075
best part...the series started in the 80's
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>>24211443
Bingo.
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>Tie!

You take your eyes off the pale witch before righting your mug. “Well, shit. Thanks. Wait, hey. What else is supposed to be getting these network systems?”

She turns back to face you, having stood up to go. “Couldn't say, sir. I know they're looking at giving them to other armored vehicles, and SF groups. Airforce and Navy involvement though...” she shrugs.

“Hm. Well...alright.” You close the book and stand up, walking to take your tray back to the clipper. “Hey, Siegel, where the hell is our billet?” You ask, ready to get some real sleep and realizing that you never waited to find out.

“Off post, somehow. SOCOM shelled out for some rooms and suites at one of the hotels in downtown Baltimore. I'm headed back there soon too.”

“Wait, we're an hour outside of the proving grounds? Why wouldn't we just stay on post?”

“Well, probably because this counts for our leave too. Least, that's what everyone in the company thinks. You should probably find out. Sir.” She replies, fitting a black baseball cap over her hair as she steps outside.

“So, they've got a mess of tankers in downtown Baltimore, with not a whole lot in terms of orders, that close to Washington, and they put us in suites?”

She nods. “Yeep. That's about the size of it. The rest of the company is there already, they wanted me to try to find you. Seems it worked out for the both of us. I've got something to handle real quick though, over at the armory.”

“Oh, joy. Going to the armory at aberdeen proving grounds with someone from the 803. Do you guys have like, private accounts there or something?”

Siegel laughs. “Not quite. But we do have a range to ourselves. But I've gotta pick up a few things for some people. Who knows, maybe even you'll find something you want to get your hands on?”

[] “Y'know Siegel, I appreciate you keeping me company, but I really should go to bed.”
[] “If it's not 120mm, I'm not interested.” (join her)
[] other.
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>>24211443
then in the future we must use "YO JOE" as a battle cry in the future
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>>24211468

>[] “If it's not 120mm, I'm not interested.” (join her)

mite be cool.

Need to leave a get well note on Top's bedside before we leave.
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[x] “If it's not 120mm, I'm not interested.” (join her)
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>>24211468
>[x] “If it's not 120mm, I'm not interested.” (join her)
Or Railgun in any Caliber.
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>>24211468
>[x] “If it's not 120mm, I'm not interested.” (join her)
I don't know, a Bushmaster II mounted somewhere on the hull could be pretty fun.
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>>24211468
>[] "If it's not 120mm, I'm not interested." (join her)
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>>24211468
>[] “If it's not 120mm, I'm not interested.” (join her)
Might as well. Besides, she'll be able to lead us to our billet better than us stumbling around to find it.
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>>24211468
[x] “If it's not 120mm, I'm not interested.” (join her)
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>>24211453
have this
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EX_9jKFpQKM
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>>24211468

[X] “If it's not 120mm, I'm not interested.” (join her)

The others did want her to find Jakepants, and she knows where our billet is.
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You know what would be awesome? SPAAG witches. Sexy,sexy zsu witches.
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>>24211543
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>>24209210

Mighty Mouse was my nick-name in OSUT at Ft. Knox in 2006. Just saying.
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>>24211685

Mighty Mouse is my nickname in my unit. And in basic. And in Tech School.

Mauses are bestes.

:X

Everybody else, shut the hell up, I'm working on the update.
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>>24211468
[X] “If it's not 120mm, I'm not interested.” (join her)
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>>24211468
[X] “If it's not 120mm, I'm not interested.” (join her)
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>>24211708
Mauses~
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>[] “If it's not 120mm, I'm not interested.” (join her)

“Well, if they don't have anything that doesn't go directly on a tank, I'm not interested. But, I got about dick all going on right now, so I'll go ahead and join you.” you joke.

She smirks and waves you beside her. “Keep up, sir.”

Minutes pass before you're both at the entrance to the Aberdeen armory. The MP at the door stops you for a split second before seeing Seigel, then waves you both through. A back room, which is guarded by a Marine in full battle rattle (who smartly stepped aside when he saw Seigel coming through) is packed to the brim with machine tools and weapon parts.

“Ah, corporal Seigel, how nice to see you again.” An unfamilliar voice says from the doorway.

“You too, Miss Cornell.” Seigel replies without turning. A strange tension fills the air, though you're not sure why.

“Are you here to raid my facility again?” The voice says, stepping into the room. She's a witch, that much you can tell. A laminated ID badge hangs from her lapel, though you can't get a good read on the name.

“Pretty much. You know, what with the war on.”

“Are you going to introduce me to this unapproved visitor you have in the 803rd's shop?”

Siegel stands up, and turns to face the older witch. “Oh, sure. This is Captain Jacob Bishop, my CO. We just got here, and as soon as I get what I need, we'll be leaving just as quick.”

You're not sure whether to just step out of the room or try to shake the woman's hand.

“Wait, Bishop? I know that name...” She trails off.

[] “No relation.”
[] “uh...what?”
[] other
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[x] “uh...what?”

I wonder what sibling did what this time.
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>>24212169
>[x] “uh...what?”
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>>24212169
>[x] “uh...what?”
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>>24212169
[x] “uh...what? You didn't have a navy pilot come through here did you?"
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No relation
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>>24212169
Don't worry there are plenty of other bishops in the world.
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>>24212169
>[] other
"...One of my brothers, maybe?"
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>>24212169

[X] “uh...what?”

Is this the same place Fronk was when he was stateside for the White House Christmas party?
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>>24212240
Yep it was.
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>>24212169
[x] “uh...what?”
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This probably needs some kind of emblem-like border around the dog.

>>24212197

Seconding this variation.
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>>24212274
Is it wrong that I think "Insert Motto Here" is actually a pretty great motto?
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>[x] Other. "I do have a brother in the Navy. Flies F-14s up in Alaska, last I heard.
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>>24212393
No. I was thinking it too.
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>>24212169
>[] “uh...what?”
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>[]“uh...what?”

You look her square in the eye. “Uh, what?”

She nods feverishly. “Yeah, I've heard that name before. And not the Bishop family, somewhere outside of there. Hm. You don't have a brother, do you captain?”

“Sure do. Two of 'em.”

“And one is a pilot in the Navy?”

“Am I going to like where this is going?”

She puts her hands up in mock defeat. “He was really no bother. His CO and him came through a little while ago. They took a good chunk of our unusable gear for their witch element.”

You shrug. “Oh, sure. Frank Bishop? Yeah, he's one of 'em. Good enough people, if he stops trying to get his damn head shot off at every opportunity.”

The older witch laughs before turning her attention back to Seigel. “So, Alexandra, what can I help you look for? And thank you for bringing a polite guest into the building. First time any of you have done that.”

Seigel, stuffing a duffel bag with a very modified AK manages to grunt in response. “Not much, I've already pretty much found all of it. Did your people come through and zero these weapons like we asked you to a little while ago?”

“As far as I know. Not a lot of people are allowed in here, and you know that.”

Seigel keeps working. “Hm. Might have Anderson come through if I can get him cleared. His boys are gonna want something bigger, I think.” You can't help but find it ironic that the 16 year old special forces witch was calling other people boys. Must be a maturity thing.

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of a weapon that calls your attention to it.

“Is..is that a fucking cavalry saber?” You find yourself asking.

Seigel straightens out, and Ms. Cornell answers for her.

“Sure is. Something of an heirloom for the 803rd. I'm sure they wouldn't mind if you took it.”

[] “Oh my god yes Seigel can I holy shit.”
[] “Naw...naw...I just....wanted to know”
[] other.
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>>24212169
[X] “uh...what?”
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>>24212533
[X] “Oh my god yes Seigel can I holy shit.”
YES. DRIVE ME CLOSER SO I CAN HIT THEM WITH MY SWORD
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>>24212533
[x] Oh my god yes Seigel can I holy shit

We may be armoured cav but still.
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>>24212533
>[] “Oh my god yes Seigel can I holy shit.”
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>>24212533
>[x] “Oh my god yes Seigel can I holy shit.”
"Any officer who goes into action without his sword is improperly armred." Jack Churchill
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>>24212533
>[] “Oh my god yes Seigel can I holy shit.”

DRIVE ME CLOSER!

I WANT TO HIT THEM WITH MY SWORD!
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something tells me this sword will save our lives one day
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>>24212533
[x] “Naw...naw...I just....wanted to know”

A sword has zero to negative utility for us. Now if it was some kind of shield piercing gladius maybe but naaaaah
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>>24212592
...to the firing line with you NOW!
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>>24212592

But, without a sword, how are we supposed to draw a line in the sand?

[] “Oh my god yes Seigel can I holy shit.”
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>>24212274
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[x] Oh my god yes Seigel can I holy shit

it's a sign
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>>24212533
[x] other.
Pose for a photo with it.
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>>24212
Man if it was some kind of short stabbing sword I could see it being somewhat useful, but a full sized saber? worse than useless for use especially cause we already have a shotgun
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>>24212586
yes when SHE comes to kidnap us to lure our brother out
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>>24212612

>But, without a sword, how are we supposed to draw a line in the sand?

With our TREADS OF AWESOME, obviously.

[x] “Naw...naw...I just....wanted to know”

Sounds too important to take into combat. However, this means we need to find out own sword so we can HIT THEM WITH OUR SWORD.
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>>24212635
This is happening for a reason, likely a good one. Refusing it is like Link not taking his uncle's stuff in a Link to The Past.
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>>24212533

[X] “Oh my god yes Seigel can I holy shit.”

>heirloom sword
>Jakepants' knack for doing the almost-impossible
>Fronk's damn-near unbelievable piloting skill

Hmmm...I wonder...
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>>24212660
Oh...
Oh shit...
Oh shit that's right.
Stalinka will do this, but replace son with brother:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ldHwIBtmA7A
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>>24212691
Exactly; this'll lead to something awesome
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>>24212691
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>>24212695
so she now shoots lasers out of her eyes?
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>>24212737
I meant the whole "I'mma kill it" part.
Bitch is crazy.
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>>24212746
oh no shit she is crazy! she needs to be taken out
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>>24212533
>[] "Oh my god yes Seigel can I holy shit."
Swagger factor x10
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>>24212737

Clearly she's undergoing upgrades like ROBOSTALIN.

We need to be prepared.
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>>24212780
oh I am sure the CIA will send in someone to take her out
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-CG5w4YwOI
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OH MY GOD YES SIEGEL CAN I HOLY SHIT
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>>24212613
We need to have him waving around a sabre now.
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>>24212533
>[] “Naw...naw...I just....wanted to know”
Don't want to accidentally break it.
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>>24212807
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>>24212896
it wont break that easy if its legit
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>>24212899
I wonder if we built something like liberty prime post war
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[X] “Oh my god yes Seigel can I holy shit.”
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>>24212970
if they did it is most likely rusting in some abandoned underground base in the south west
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I have this image in my mind of the Bishop siblings all getting leave at the same time, in the same place. Jake and the AF brother tease Frank about Katya, and howl with laughter when Konstantina gets mentioned. What neither of them mention, however, is that they never go to bed again without a knife under their pillows.
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>>24213023
And of course, they have Top Men working on it.
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>>24213027

I kinda feel bad for the Bishop family, actually. I mean, think about how the press is going to hound them.
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>>24213065
it is stored next to the few surviving warlocks?
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>>24213089
I think they are cursed.
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>>24213107

we don't know what Rex is doing though.
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>>24213099
nope those are next to the cryopod that is holding [REDACTED by OSS]
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>>24213155
He must be in SPAAAACE. Or he drives a spinny whizzer.
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>[] “Oh my god yes Seigel can I holy shit.”

You drop the binder, landing with a heavy thud.

“Oh my god. Oh my god corporal. Oh my god.”

Seigel turns to look at you. “Jesus captain, you're like a schoolgirl. Take the damn thing, just don't break it and be sure to bring it back.” She goes back to digging through the trunk she's been going through, and stuffing items into a duffel bag.

You step gingerly over to the corner where the saber is and carefully pick it up. The blade and hilt are almost perfectly balanced, the scabbard well oiled and taken care of. Across the scabbard, a red splash that you can tell has been rubbed at quite a bit cris-crosses the leather. A pang of guilt races through you, knowing that you won't be able to take care of it as well as the armorers here can. But then, it's a sword. It's a weapon. And you are a warrior.

You sheathe the blade, tucking a thumb over the basket to hold it down. Cornell leans on the door frame.

“Pretty painted history that thing has, Captain. Lots of men died fighting with it back in the civil war. Both sides. Changed hands quite a bit. Then in the 70's some Marine took it into 'nam with him and used it in hand to hand. When the relief got to him, he was pretty badly torn up....and standing on a pile of dead NVA. He didn't make it, but the 803rd relief kept it.”

“And every time it's gone out, someone gets in a hand to hand fight with it and dies.” Seigel says.

[] “well, no better time to break a curse!” (keep the sword)
[] “Oh. um. Hm. Considering our luck...” (Put it back.)
[] other.
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>>24213219
>[x] “well, no better time to break a curse!” (keep the sword)

OH HELL WE WILL BREAK IT!
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>>24213219
[x] “Oh. um. Hm. Considering our luck...” (Put it back.)
fuck that shit
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>>24213219
oh god this is some warehouse 13 shit
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>>24213197
He's an Air Force Pararescue Jumper.
AKA, a complete and utter badass.
>>24213219
>[] “well, no better time to break a curse!” (keep the sword)
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>>24213219
[] “well, no better time to break a curse!” (keep the sword)
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>>24213219
[x] “well, no better time to break a curse!”
there is no such thing as a curse
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>>24213219
[x] “Oh. um. Hm. Considering our luck...” (Put it back.)

Naw, hell naw mang. This is a world with magic, that shit is real.
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is there a way to see if its cursed?
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>>24213219
[x] “Oh. um. Hm. Considering our luck...” (Put it back.)
NOPENOPENOPE
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>>24213219
>[] “well, no better time to break a curse!” (keep the sword)
Fuck the curse! Our deaths will be MAGNIFICENT.
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>>24213219
>[x] “well, no better time to break a curse!” (keep the sword)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5w8yWQwHSaI

We are gonna make that sword our bitch.
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>>24213290
>>24213310
you cowards!
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>>24213219
[x] “Oh. um. Hm. Considering our luck...” (Put it back.)
NOPE. NUH UH. FUCKING MAGIC.
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[x] “well, no better time to break a curse!” (keep the sword)

we're of the right bloodline to do it. I mean look at Frank.

I see a bunch of babbies here, gutless babbies. Then again this is /tg/....
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>>24213329
>not wanting to fuck around with a very real bad thing

There's bravery, and then there is dipping your dick in barbeque sauce and then waving it in front of a lion.
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>>24213305
This isn't DnD, son.

>>24213219
>[] “Oh. um. Hm. Considering our luck...” (Put it back.)

World of magic and killer little girls. Not taking my chance.
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>>24213219
>[] “Oh. um. Hm. Considering our luck...” (Put it back.)
D:
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>>24213219
>[x] “Oh. um. Hm. Considering our luck...” (Put it back.)
lets not
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>>24213219

[ ] Break the curse

We're in a magic world, and this sword doesn't talk.

WE ARE GOING TO MAKE THIS SWORD TALK
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[x] “Sounds very Bishop. Always protect.” (keep the sword)
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>>24213219
>[x] “well, no better time to break a curse!” (keep the sword)

We will tame this cursed blade
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>>24213305

I cast detect magic or something.

>>24213219

[x] “Oh. um. Hm. Considering our luck...” (Put it back.)

Just in case.

Plus we should just get our own sword instead of a possibly cursed one.
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>>24213219
[x] “Oh. um. Hm. Considering our luck...” (Put it back.)
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wait one moment I see a ton more votes then before
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>>24213443

Man, the 89 stories are packed with samefag voting.
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>>24213424
Well if it wasn't cursed before...
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>>24213464
...

Just stop it.
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>>24213443
Welcome to samefag and metagame. Population Not me because I don't vote anyway.
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>>24213219
>[] "Oh. Um. Hm. Considering our luck..." (Put it back.)
It won't be us, guys. Probably be Nicky.
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>>24213443
Speaking just for myself, but I tend to get distracted by stuff and if I come back to see the vote's one-sided I often won't bother, unless I've got something else to say as well.
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>>24213467
No no no. We think it's perfectly fine sword, no matter what. Even if it's giving off huge amounts of pure evil energy that people can see.
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>>24213507
There's nothing like that going on with it, just a "curse" that seems quite effective in scaring off these babbies.

>See a sign
>Ignore it out of fear

Yellow is a good for such people.
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>>24213539
I bet it is the same people who wanted to go PTSD
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http://youtu.be/FBM-UNjEP-Q

Sadly, this is not the sword we are looking at.
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>>24213564
Personally, I don't want take it because we got a fucking shotgun. Who needs a sword.
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ITT: People pussing out because OP said some scary things.
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>>24213599
you still don't get it someone post the image
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>>24213564
Probably.

Me? when I see a sign, I follow it as it's there for a good reason. In a certain fashion, Jake's being a disgrace to the Bishop name in a certain fashion as look at Frank, he saw signs and he followed them.

Following it might get Frank out of his rut of negativity.
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>>24213613

Mouse is doing a damn tg reference and you want us to IGNORE it?
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>>24213613
>>24213645
Here's another.
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>people getting mad over a fucking SWORD
oh my fucking god
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>>24213615
>what

...because people don't want to take a fucking sword with him. Are you kidding me.
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>Russians disrespecting the machine god by creating crude copies of advanced tech

Nuke the damn commies
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>>24213706
Could you repeat that, all I could hear was chicken clucking, spagetti spilling, and neckbeard rustling.
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>>24213645
>flak gun
>side-mounted machingun(s?)
>main artillery cannon
>looks like a secondary energy cannon as well
WHERE DO THEY PUT THE ENGINE?
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>>24213735
ENGINES ARE FOR LITTLE GIRLS AND LIBERALS.
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>ITT
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>>24213219
[x] “Oh. um. Hm. Considering our luck...” (Put it back.)
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>>24213735
ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE THROUGH FAITH IN THE EMPEROR!
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>>24213735
>>24213735

>not powering the Russ with your faith in the EMPRAH

*BLAM*
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>>24213735
>flak gun
What?
>side-mounted machingun(s?)
More like automatic grenade-launchers.
>main artillery cannon
Normal maingun with hilarious proportions.
>looks like a secondary energy cannon as well
On the front? Yeah.
>WHERE DO THEY PUT THE ENGINE?
In the rear?
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>>24213767
oh god damn it....
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>>24213735
.. Those are smoke launchers, not a flak gun.
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>>24213735
The Russ is not an actually feasible design.
It is, essentially, a chibi-tank.
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[] “well, no better time to break a curse!” (keep the sword)

Oh my god who the hell cares?
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[x] “well, no better time to break a curse!” (keep the sword)

it is just a fucking sword
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>>24213219
>[] “well, no better time to break a curse!” (keep the sword)

Time to CQC shit
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[x] “well, no better time to break a curse!” (keep the sword)

FOR THE EMPEROR!
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>>24213219
>[] “Oh. um. Hm. Considering our luck...” (Put it back.)
Don't tempt fate.
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==

Holy shit, I hadn't expected this to become so heated. Voting ends here, jesus.
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Alright, everybody fucking stop.
The previous choice had ten votes. Total.
This one has had twenty-two.
It's obvious that BOTH SIDES are samefagging like motherfuckers. Just stop.
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>>24213898
The previous vote was also pretty close to unanimous. Do you really think there are only 10 people following this thread? A lot of people just don't vote unless it's close.
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Sword.
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Rolled 6

>>24213959

Or if it's a more important vote.

"Do you want a cursed sword" is pretty high on the list of "important votes" compared to simply "do you want an old sword."
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>>24213464

That word should be a bannable offense
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> Final Tally 14-11
>[] “well, no better time to break a curse!” (keep the sword)

“Pff, curse shmurse.” You say to nobody in particular, and tuck the saber into your belt.

Picking your book back up, you find yourself standing right behind Seigel, who is busy with a tooled up AK. “Jesus corporal, do you people ever not have tricked out weaponry?” She merely shakes her head.

Sensing that her bag is either packed full, or that she's done (though it's probably the former), you both start out the door. On the way out of the facility, your sleeve is caught by that armorer, Ms. Cornell.

“Captain, It's probably just superstition. But...either way. Be careful.”

You nod. Who was she to tell you to be careful?

After a minor snag at the gate, where Seigel was taking her duffel stuffed with weapons out and the MP's had quite a bit to say about that, you find yourself stuffed in a cab, bag between the two of you. The cabbie gave you a very cautious look, given that you're going to a nice part of town, in fatigues, and with mysterious bags. Either way, his job is to just drive.

Being more tired than you initially thought, you wake up pulling up to a Hilton hotel. Somehow, you're able to drag yourself out of the cab after throwing a handful of bills at the driver, and pull yourself up to your room. Siegel disappears off the elevator on the ninth floor, whereas you somehow got a suite on the 14th (See 13th).

You pound on the door, where a slightly tipsy Nicky answers, before trudging to the nearest bed and flopping down, tossing the saber beside you.

You dream of the Charge of the Light Brigade.
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>>24214282

and that's it for tonight, Gents!
Barring minor snags (again), i'll be running next week too. Keep your eyes on the twitter!

As always, thanks, and it was fun!
Next week we see the Achillies!
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>>24214282
>You dream of the Charge of the Light Brigade.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ADBo0s4CbvM
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>>24214282

SUPERSTITION HOOOOO!
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>>24214282
>Charge of the Light Brigade
Is good sign.
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>>24214297
yay
also we are NOT telling anyone about the curse
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>>24214333
The Light Brigade were slaughtered to a man, dude.
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>>24214333
they died to a man due to an orders mix up and accomplished nothing.
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>>24214344
Sarcasm, maybe?
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>>24214367
Maybe, but you know how hard it is to convey sarcasm in text form. And given how much easier and more likely it is to assume stupidity rather than wit, using sarcasm itself is a sign of foolishness.
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>>24214396
I forgot to include an appropriately sarcastic reaction image, I'm sorry.
Will you ever forgive me?
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>>24214328
>Maiden
You are now officially mah bro, good work son
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>>24214282

>Tankers are superstitious enough to throw out candy called "charms"
>Keep the sword
>suddenly all these SIGNS

oh lawdy here we go.
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>>24214484
Dude, the Charms curse is fucking REAL. That's not just real in SW89-verse. It's real in OUR universe too. Cursed swords, on the other hand...
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>>24214523
Doesn't help that they taste like shit.
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>>24214523

Not a serviceman. Why, what happened?
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>>24214790

Some people started a story about Charms being bad luck, then people started noticing when bad things happened after they ate Charms, while ignoring those same bad things that happened if they didn't eat Charms. The end.
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I'm always late for those, but I always love reading them. Good job M0use. Thought that saber is foreshadowed as fuck plot device. WE ALL KNOW IT, PEOPLE WILL DIE.
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>>24214282
Onwards to death and vain glory!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PrWJgjb7RcU
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>>24218211
anyone notice the pink rock in the thumbnail of this image looks like a dildo?
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>>24219867
It's a tree. And yes.
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>>24218211
yes but it will be the reds who will die!



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