>>28311828
>Track down your buddy Lucky. He at least knows how to brew some decent coffee.

>>28311828
>You haven't been late to a briefing so far and you don't plan on starting now.
We'll get one after the briefing. Running to it will help wake us up anyway.

>>28311828
>>Track down your buddy Lucky. He at least knows how to brew some decent coffee.

>>28311828
>You haven't been late to a briefing so far and you don't plan on starting now.
Someone may have some Coffee at the briefing.

>You haven't been late to a briefing so far and you don't plan on starting now.
Who needs coffee!?

>>28311828
>>Track down your buddy Lucky. He at least knows how to brew some decent coffee.

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>>28311898
YOU FOOOOOOL!
>Track down your buddy Lucky. He at least knows how to brew some decent coffee.

also have a tail of a GRU unit doing some stupid shit.
http://www.scp-wiki.net/incident-0401-42-iii-chornobylska-katastrofa

>>28311933
I saw that last night....NOOOPE!

>>28311828
>You haven't been late to a briefing so far and you don't plan on starting now.
COFFEE IS FOR THE WEAK!

Rolled 7

>>28311828
Hm, ended with a tie, so I'm just going to roll for it.

1. Coffee
2. No coffee

>>28312118
Wrong dice roll Merc...

>>28312118
What's a 7 mean? Ha!

Rolled 2

>>28312118
And of course I roll the wrong dice.

>>28312137
I think Merc needs some coffee.

>>28311828
Well, it looks like you'll just have to go without coffee today. Grumbling to yourself, you quickly hustle your way across the base to the building your unit's briefing room is set up in. You quickly and quietly try to slide in without anybody noticing you were last. Fortunately, your fellow pararescuemen were busy finding appropriate seating. Your eyes wander over to the table in the corner, and are not surprised that the coffeepot and donuts that had previously been here had been cannibalized long before you had gotten here.

"Hey! Nice to see you finally show up, Captain Pierce!" You hear Lucky's very familiar voice behind you.

You turn to face one of your fellow Combat Rescue Officers, Henry Luciano. People normally called him "Lucky", though if you really wanted to piss him off you'd call him "Lucy" from time to time. You two endured the hell that was PJ training together, so you were both pretty close, even if you two didn't have a lot of opportunities to work together.

"Yeah, well, I was never a morning guy." You shrug and yawn at the same time. "Any word on what's going on today?"

"Nothing." Lucky shakes his head. "So, either we get a day off..."

The both of you chuckle at that impossibility.

"...or something big is going down."

"Well, nothing we haven't handled before, right?"

"Yeah." Lucky nods, and then frowns slightly. "Hey, so how do you feel about that upcoming transfer?"

"What transfer?" You ask. You don't recall hearing anything about that.

"You don't know?" Lucky blinks. "Sorry, I probably shouldn't mention anything to you, then."

At this point the background chatter in the room suddenly dies down when your wing commander, Colonel Kelsey, marches in, looking grim as ever right before a major briefing.

>Take a seat and get ready to listen.
>Press Lucky about that transfer he was talking about.
>Other

>>28311828

>>28312334
>Take a seat and get ready to listen.
Looks like this could be bad.

>>28312334
>>Take a seat and get ready to listen.
Might as well get any possible bad news out of the way first.

>>28312342
Bah was late and forgot to pick a choice anyways.
>>28312334
[X}Take a seat and get ready to listen.

>>28312334
>Take a seat and get ready to listen.

>>28312334
>>Take a seat and get ready to listen.
Talking about shit above your pay grade can come later.

>>28312334
"Okay men, I'm going to cut straight to the point." Colonel Kelsey clears his throat. "Six hours ago, we received intel that the Russian aerial fleet was sighted in the Bering Sea, which is the operational area for the Kitty Hawk and her battlegroup. With this information in mind, there is an extremely high chance of a major naval engagement."

Kelsey pauses for a moment to gauge his audience's reaction, and then continues.

"You all know what this means. We might have to get called out to pull pilots and crew out of the water, and in the Bering sea, a man can freeze to death in minutes. That's why all available SAR crews are being put on high alert. Half will be on standby in Elmendorf while the other half will be on station near the projected combat zone. You all better get brushed up on your dive and rescue swimming training, and hope to God you don't need to use it." Kelsey then turns his head to face you and Lucky. And to the CROs, your crews and flight shifts have already been assigned. Report to me for your orders. Everybody else is dismissed."

"Man, this sounds heavy." Lucky frowns. "And I don't know about you, but I HATE cold water."

>Ah, suck it up, you big baby.
>Yeah, I don't particularly enjoy water rescues, either.
>So hey, what was that "transfer" thing you were talking about earlier?
>Other

>>28312625
>Ah, suck it up, you big baby.
>So hey, what was that "transfer" thing you were talking about earlier?
Welp this'll be fun.

>>28312625
>>So hey, what was that "transfer" thing you were talking about earlier?

>>28312625
>Ah, suck it up, you big baby.
>So hey, what was that "transfer" thing you were talking about earlier?

>>28312625
>>So hey, what was that "transfer" thing you were talking about earlier?

Welp hopefully we can do a good job considering it's partially /tg/'s fault it happened.

>>28312755
don't start...

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>>28312755
We have been over this several times, don't do it.

>>28312625
>>So hey, what was that "transfer" thing you were talking about earlier?
Fuckin water rescues are bullshit.

>>28312755
Are you talking about VMQ2 because if you are don't, I had enough of it and it's becoming rather bitter for me.

>>28312625
"Ah, don't be such a big baby, Lucy." You grin. "If you don't like it that much, you could always just order one of the airmen to do it for you."

"But then it'll make me look like one of those douchebag officers who never does anything themselves." Lucky complains.

"Jesus, Lucky, nothing ever satisfies you." You sigh and shake your head. "Anyways, what was this about a "transfer" you were talking about?"

"Um, well..." Lucky frowns. "I've just been hearing people talk, alright? You know how I like to hang out with the witches..."

"You mean hit on them."

"Semantics. Anyways, they've been talking about some of their own getting transferred out of the blue, and they even mentioned your name a couple times. I just sorta figured you knew something about it."

"No, no I do not."

"Pierce! Luciano! We don't have all day here!" You hear Kelsey bark. The both of you immediately snap to attention and march to the front of the room.

>Take the chance to ask Kelsey about the transfer.
>Just take your orders and go.
>Other

>>28312879
were talking about the battle were we downed a russian flying carrier

>>28312914
>>Just take your orders and go.

>>28312914
>Just take your orders and go

>>28312914
>>Just take your orders and go.

>>28312914
>>Just take your orders and go.
Typically you DONT talk about shit you probably aren't supposed to know in front of a superior officer.

>>28312914
>>Just take your orders and go.
They don't pay us to ask questions!

>>28312914
>Just take your orders and go.
Eh, we can always ask the Witches later.

Is there an archive of past threads or anything? I'm really interested in this quest, but have missed some.

>>28313065
first thread but it references other events in Strike Witches 89 and possibly Tank Witches 89

>>28313065
This is the first for PJ Witches, sides the first one which Merc reboot'd.

Here's a link for the rest of SWQ/Strikers '89 and so on. http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=STRIKE+WITCHES

>>28312914
Knowing better than to query your commanding officer about shit you're not supposed to know, you just take your orders silently and turn to leave when you're suddenly stopped by Kelsey's voice.

"Captain Pierce, hold up there for just a second." He says. Lucky pauses briefly to see what's going on, but a slight glare from Lucky informs him that this was a private matter and Lucky quickly makes his exit.

"Is there something wrong, sir?" You ask.

"Pierce, I've been keeping track of your operational history, and I know that you're one of the best and most talented CROs we've got, which is why I'm asking you for a favor."

A favor from a Colonel? This was... pretty unusual, but intriguing. You continue standing at attention as you wait for Kelsey to get to the point.

"This isn't supposed to officially happen yet, but I'm assigning a witch to your team. She's a CRO like you, but she's fresh out of training and doesn't have much experience in the field. I was hoping I could assign her to something less risky, but with the way things are going we'll need every resource we can get. Can I trust you with this? I understand if you're not comfortable with this sudden change, and I'll transfer her to another team if you refuse."

>I'll do it, sir.
>Sorry sir, I can't do it.
>I've never had a witch under my command before. Is there something special about her, sir?

>>28313153
>>I've never had a witch under my command before. Is there something special about her, sir?

>>28313153
>>I've never had a witch under my command before. Is there something special about her, sir?

>>28313109
>>28313106

Thank you guys. I remembered seeing the old first thread, but wasn't sure if it had continued in between now and then or what.

>>28313153
>>I've never had a witch under my command before. Is there something special about her, sir?
I bet she's a clutz.

>>28313153
>I've never had a witch under my command before. Is there something special about her, sir?
If she's a healwitch, then that'll make our job a whole lot easier.

>>28313153
>>I've never had a witch under my command before. Is there something special about her, sir?

>>28313153
>I've never had a witch under my command before. Is there something special about her, sir?
>>28313188
No prob anon.

>>28313153
>>I'll do it, sir.

>>28313153
"Frankly speaking sir, but I've never had a witch under my command before." You frown. "Is there something special about her?"

"In a way, yes." Kelsey says a but vaguely. "First things first, her name is Rachel Kelsey, my niece."

He must have noticed your eyes widen because he quickly continues.

"I'm not asking for special treatment just because she's related to me. She knew the risks when she signed on. I just want you to keep an eye on her. Show the ropes, make sure she doesn't do anything foolish. Can you do that?"

>Yes sir.
>No sir.

>>28313302
>Yes sir.
Was about to guess it was his daughter or something.

>>28313302
>Yes sir

>>28313302
>>Yes sir.

>>28313302
>Yes sir.

>>28313302
>>Yes sir.

>>28313302
"Yes sir." You nod. "I'll do my best."

"Good to hear, Captain." Kelsey finally cracks a tiny smile and hands you a sealed folder, presumably containing your orders. "Now get going. We've got a busy day today."

After a quick salute, you exit the briefing room, opening the folder and reading your orders as you go. Apparently, you're set to start off on standby in Elmendorf, which is a small relief since that mean you'd get some more prep time. Reading further, you see you're being assigned to another ad hoc unit. Two helos from the 210th Rescue Squadron, who were PJs like you, and two helos from the Coast Guard. While you had nothing but respect for your fellow servicemen in the "Fifth Branch" of the armed forces, you knew a lot of other CROs who looked down on them for not being part of a "proper" military branch.

Well, at least they were Alaskan Coast Guard. They at least knew what they were doing up here.

>Go catch up with Lucky and see what he's been assigned.
>You should go track down your crews to get a handle on them.
>Try and find Rachel Kelsey.
>Other

>>28313628
>>Try and find Rachel Kelsey.
Were we really expected to even consider the other options?

>>28313628
>>Try and find Rachel Kelsey.

>>28313628
>Try and find Rachel Kelsey.
Rein her in before we do anything.

>>28313628
>>Try and find Rachel Kelsey.

>>28313628
>>Try and find Rachel Kelsey.

>>28313628
>>Try and find Rachel Kelsey.

>>28313628
>>Try and find Rachel Kelsey.
Gotta get the new kid squared away.

>>28313628
>>You should go track down your crews to get a handle on them.
Really, people, it's like you think Kelsey won't track us down herself. Can we at least try to be semi-professional?

>>28313886
Whoever said that she WOULD?

>>28313628
You suppose it's best to track down this Rachel Kelsey first. After all, she was basically being assigned as your direct subordinate, right? You figure the best way to find a witch was to, well, ask the other witches on base. On that note, you begin to drift over to the area of the base where the witches tended to congregate when not in the air. You pass by a couple of Navy and Army witches and give them respectful nods as you pass, carefully reminding yourself not to let your eyes visibly wander down below their exposed waistlines. A couple of them return the nod, while a couple others quietly whisper something to their friends and snicker like schoolgirls.

Witches. Sometimes you just didn't get them.

Eventually, you find your what you were looking for: a rather large gathering of Air Force witches, no doubt having just finished their own morning briefing session. You see that most of them were Lieutenants or Captains like you, though you do see a couple Majors and at least one Colonel in the mix.

>Ask one of the senior officers. They should know pretty much everything going on here.
>Ask one of the junior officers. They're usually easier to talk to.
>Other

>>28314161
>>Ask one of the junior officers. They're usually easier to talk to.
They also keep track of all the ladies.

Rolled 11

>>28314161
>>Ask one of the junior officers. They're usually easier to talk to.

>>28314161
>Ask one of the senior officers. They should know pretty much everything going on here.

>>28314161
>>Ask one of the junior officers. They're usually easier to talk to.

>>28314161
>Ask one of the senior officers. They should know pretty much everything going on here.

>>28314161
>>Ask one of the senior officers. They should know pretty much everything going on here.

>>28314161
>Ask one of the junior officers. They're usually easier to talk to.

>>28314161
>>Ask one of the senior officers. They should know pretty much everything going on here.

>>28314161
>Ask one of the junior officers. They're usually easier to talk to.

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>>28314161
"Ah, ladies, can I have a moment of your time please?" You say as politely and neutrally as you could.

In one almost synchronized motion, almost a dozen pair of eyes belonging to teenaged girls turn in your direction and you begin to regret not bringing in some backup for this particular op. You heard some particularly distressing horror stories of base personnel getting kidnapped or carried off into the night by witches ever since witches were integrated into the armed forces.

But those were just stories... right?

"Sure, what do ya need to know?" One of the captains steps forward, her striped cat ears twitching.

"Do any of you happen know a Rachel Kelsey, and where I can find her?" You ask.

"Oh, Red? She's still in the briefing room." The young Captain points to the door behind her. She then leans in uncomfortably close to you and whispers, "Hey, so, just between use, what's this all about? Are you two dating or something?"

"Just business." You say flatly.

"Awwww." The Captain pouts at being robbed of her chance at some good gossip. "Well, good luck, then."

You nod and walk past the the gathered witches, unconsciously keeping a close eye on them as you pass. Once you reach the briefing room door, you can hear a lot of hurried whispering. Looks like gossip was one of the few weapons that could still work without ammo.

You enter the briefing room and see that there are only two witches left. One was a relatively young, red headed witch who was apparently being chewed out by a Colonel. You were guessing that the red head was Rachel, or "Red" as the witches outside called her.

It looks like neither witch has noticed your entry.

>Just stay back and wait for them to finish whatever it is they're doing.
>Try to sneak in closer to hear what they're talking about.
>Interrupt and say you're here to collect Rachel.
>Other

Holy balls another SWQ spin off? It's early christmas.

>>28314523
>>Try to sneak in closer to hear what they're talking about.

>>28314523
>Interrupt and say you're here to collect Rachel.
I imagine the colonel does not want Red in her sights any longer than necessary

>>28314523
>Just stay back and wait for them to finish whatever it is they're doing.

I hardly think teenage gossip should be one of our priorities.

>>28314523
>Just stay back and wait for them to finish whatever it is they're doing.

Huh, where is that image from?

>>28314523
>Just stay back and wait for them to finish whatever it is they're doing.

>>28314523
>>Try to sneak in closer to hear what they're talking about.
We must acquire information about our new subordinate!

>>28314587
Anime is Valvrave the Liberator, character is Akira if I am correct.

>>28314523
>>Interrupt and say you're here to collect Rachel.
Got other people to look after, can't be waiting around.

>>28314523
>>Try to sneak in closer to hear what they're talking about.

>>28314523
>>Try to sneak in closer to hear what they're talking about.

>>28314523
>Just stay back and wait for them to finish whatever it is they're doing.

>>28314622
Holy shit, how did I miss that?

>>28314664

Oops, fuck disregard that vote. Apparently I have the memory of a goldfish.

>>28314523
>Just stay back and wait for them to finish whatever it is they're doing.

>>28314523
>>Just stay back and wait for them to finish whatever it is they're doing.

>>28314523
>Interrupt and say you're here to collect Rachel.
Leave a good first impression!

>>28314523
You decide to just stay back and wait for them to finish. If you had learned anything of note, it was not to mess with a Colonel, especially if she was angry and ESPECIALLY if she could crush you skull with her bare hands, which you assume is something witches were capable of.

However, without warning, Rachel simply storms out the room's back door, leaving you in a bit of bind. The Colonel stays back, obviously debating whether to let Rachel go or to follow her.

>Ignore the Colonel and chase after Rachel.
>Avoid the Colonel if you can. Go out the front door and circle around.
>Ask the Colonel what happened.
>Other

>>28314843
>>Ask the Colonel what happened.

>>28314843
>>Other
Wait. See if the Colonel goes after her to continue whatever it was. If not, follow through door.

>>28314843
>>Ask the Colonel what happened.

>>28314843
>Ask the Colonel what happened.

>>28314843
>>Ask the Colonel what happened.

>>28314843
>>Ask the Colonel what happened.
"WTF, Colonel?"

>>28314843
>Ask the Colonel what happened.

>>28314843
>>Ask the Colonel what happened.

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>>28314843
You decide to break you silence and move forward to ask the Colonel what happened. However, as you draw closer, you start noticing odd little details, such as how the Colonel was wearing a cowboy hat and cowboy boots, despite being an Air Force aviator. You had a dreadful feeling that you weren't exactly going to be having a normal conversation. However, you were already committed so you speak up.

"Sorry for interrupting ma'am, but what was that all about?" You ask innocently.

The Colonel, a Colonel MacLeod from what you can see on her nametag, whips around to face you.

"You don't happen to be Captain Pierce, do you?" She scowls.

"Um, that's me, ma'am." You blink, wondering how she knew your name.

"I don't know what you're trying to pull here, Captain." The Colonel strides forward and jabs you in the chest with her finger. "But YOU do NOT have the authority to pull one of MY witches for whatever it is the hell you do!"

>I save lives for a living, ma'am.
>These aren't my orders, ma'am. You'd need to consult with Colonel Kelsey about that.
>I have no clue what you're talking about.
>Other

>>28315077
>>These aren't my orders, ma'am. You'd need to consult with Colonel Kelsey about that.

>>28315077
>>I have no clue what you're talking about.
Fuck, it's Colonel Bitchtits.

>>28315077
>These aren't my orders, ma'am. You'd need to consult with Colonel Kelsey about that.
also add
>I save lives for a living, ma'am.
we might be pulling her arse out of the drink sometime soon

>>28315077
>>These aren't my orders, ma'am. You'd need to consult with Colonel Kelsey about that.

>>28315077
>These aren't my orders, ma'am. You'd need to consult with Colonel Kelsey about that.

>>28315120
also, most importantly, does she have a NAVY mug on her desk?

>>28315077
urge to kill.....

Rolled 14

>>28315077
"Ma'am, I save lives for a living, literally on a weekly basis. I have no idea what you're talking about, unless it involves Rachel's recent transfer to my unit, in which case I advise you take it up with Col. Kelsey, as I had no inclination of anything amiss until after the briefing this morning."
A polite way to say 'the fuck are you on about?'

>>28315077
>>These aren't my orders, ma'am. You'd need to consult with Colonel Kelsey about that.

>>28315131
Is this before or after Fronk's run-in with her?

>>28315077
>>These aren't my orders, ma'am. You'd need to consult with Colonel Kelsey about that.

>>28315150
I do like it.

Actually change >>28315163 to this >>28315150

>>28315077
>These aren't my orders, ma'am. You'd need to consult with Colonel Kelsey about that.

>>28315077
"Well, ma'am." You respond, trying to remain as calm and civil as you could. Nothing pissed you off like unbased accusations like that. You shift a bit to make sure that the Colonel sees the Pararescue patch proudly displayed on your shoulder and continue. "Those aren't my orders. If you have a problem with them, you'll have to take it up with Colonel Kelsey of the Special Operations Rescue Group."

The Colonel stares at you long and hard for several seconds, which starts to make you a bit uncomfortable. Was she angry at your or coming on to you? You honestly had no idea with women, much less witches in general.

"You remind me of someone." She frowns. "Some Navy squid who also really pissed me off the moment I saw him."

"Ma'am, if you have nothing else to say I would like to take my leave. My unit is high alert right now."

"Fine. Go." The Colonel waves you off. "But if I catch you snooping around in this building again I will kick your ass so hard Stalin himself will hear the impact! Is that clear?"

"Crystal." You mumble before quickly making your escape.

"A-are you Captain Pierce?"

You hear a meek little voice mumble as you exit the briefing room. You turn to see that red headed witch's face peeking out from behind a support column.

"Yeah, that's me." You nod. "I take it you're Rachel Kelsey?"

"L-lieutenant Rachel Kelsey r-reporting!" Rachel salutes from behind the column. "But everybody j-just calls me Red."

"Well come on, let's get out of here before Colonel Macleod catches the both of us together." You say.

"R-right!" Rachel nods before following you out.

As you both make your way to the helipad, you decide now was a good time to get some answers out of her.

>Ask her what the deal with Colonel Macleod was.
>Ask her why she joined the PJs.
>Ask her about her relationship with Colonel Kelsey.
>Other

>>28315387
>>Ask her why she joined the PJs.

>>28315387
>Ask her why she joined the PJs.

>>28315387
>>Ask her why she joined the PJs.

>>28315387
>>Ask her why she joined the PJs.
Forget bitchtits, send her ass a PJ mug later.

>>28315387
>chews out the person who is responsible for saving her for no reason at all
>says that she'll kick his ass if she catches us in "her" building again
>probably chewing out Red for joining our unit, debasing herself for working with "lowly" men

Yup, she's still a massive fucking bitch.

>Ask her what the deal with Colonel Macleod was.
>Ask her why she joined the PJs.

>>28315387
>Ask her why she joined the PJs.

>>28315418
To be fair, this is only Merc's characterisation, not Ghost's.

>>28315387
>>Ask her why she joined the PJs.
Well, we survived Bitchtits. Let's find out about our new witch, shall we?

>>28315428
That may be so, but she's really demonstrating herself to be unfit for command here. She's turned into a proper misandrist tinpot tyrant.

How much you want to bet that her threat is real, and that any man she catches on witch turf winds up in lockup?

>>28315428
She was pretty man-hating in Ghost's threads, too - at least until Fronk saved her ass.

>>28315467

Pretty much, and we don't know how her character development went through in Ghost's world.

>>28315503
Apparently, not any.

>>28315467

This seems pretty extreme even by her standard by what I remember of her, though she could just be having a bad day. She did get a transfer out of her command on the eve of a major battle after all.

>>28315503
I think this is still before that incident, actually. Kitty Hawk is still alive.

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>>28315527
>Apparently, not any.
>Ghost's world.

>>28315532
She tried to have Frank transferred to another squadron, iirc. At the very least, she was seriously pissed off by the idea that he was flying with Spellcaster.

>On the issue of Bitchtits, she'd probably be a lot nicer to Frank, but old habits die hard. Notice she was pretty quick to let Pierce go without much of a fight.

>>28315387
"So, Red, is it okay if I call you Red, too?" You ask. You've learned that calling people by their accepted nicknames tended make them feel more comfortable.

Red just silently nods.

"Why exactly did you join the PJs?" You ask.

"Well..." Red pauses for a second. "I guess I just had something to prove. Back in the Academy, all my friends were arguing over what assignment was the best. I know a couple of them joined up with the SEALs, one of them is with the Green Berets, and at least one is in the Deltas..."

You blanch as she lists off the various services her friends were serving in. You're almost too terrified to imagine the kind of company Red keeps.

"So I asked my matron what she thought about it, and she said the Pararescue Jumpers beat them all because they're the ones who get sent in the save the Special Forces when they get in trouble." Red finishes. "Is... is that okay with you?"

>Not my place to judge. Just follow my orders and don't screw up, and you'll do fine.
>Yeah, well, we ARE pretty badass...
>Let's make one thing clear. Our job is to save lives, not boast about it.
>Other

>>28315576
>Not my place to judge. Just follow my orders and don't screw up, and you'll do fine.

>>28315576
>>Let's make one thing clear. Our job is to save lives, not boast about it.
At least, not outside of bars.

>>28315576
>>Let's make one thing clear. Our job is to save lives, not boast about it.

Boasting about saving others are for the people we save.

>>28315576
>>Let's make one thing clear. Our job is to save lives, not boast about it.

>>28315576
>>Let's make one thing clear. Our job is to save lives, not boast about it.
Let other people do our bragging for us.

>>28315576
>Let's make one thing clear. Our job is to save lives, not boast about it.

Let the guys whose asses we pull out of the fire do the boasting.

>>28315576
"Red, let's make one thing clear." You stop to face her, giving her the most serious look you can manage. "Our job is to save lives, not boast about it. If there's going to be any boasting, it's going to be coming from the guys whose asses we're pulling out of the fire. Got it?"

"Yes sir." Red nods.

"Good, now since we're on standby, that means we could be ordered to scramble at any time. You should let the ground crews know to move your striker-"

"I don't have a striker." Red says flatly.

"What?" You blink. You've never heard of a witch without a striker. "You're joking, right?"

"Nope." Red shakes her head. "I can't perform rescue ops or first aid very well with jet engines strapped onto my legs."

Well, Red certainly did have a point, especially considering there would be situations where their rescue target would be trapped somewhere strikers couldn't reach. Then again, you suspect there might be something more to it.

"And..." Red blushes a bit. "I never liked the idea of walking around base, much less a battlefield, in my underwear."

Ah.

"Okay, I guess this would make things simple, then." You say. "You'd be using the same gear as us, then. How did you do in your rescue swimming course?"

"Pretty well."

"Good, then suit up." You say.

You lead Red to the building where the rescue group had set up as their headquarters and take her to the ready room, where all the gear was stored. The armorer begins to fit Red for the gear she would need, while you proceed to gear up yourself.

>Ask Red how she gets by without Strikers.
>Ask Red what her power is.
>Ask Red if she's having any issues with her gear.
>Other

>>28315844
>Ask Red if she's having any issues with her gear.
>Ask Red what her power is.

First we need to establish if she's having problems, then we need to know what skills she's bringing to the table.

>>28315844
>>Ask Red what her power is.

>>28315844
>>Other
Is there anything I need to know?

>>28315844
>>Ask Red what her power is.


Know your underlings' capabilities so we can plan how best to use 'em.

>>28315844
She's wearing pants!? Glorious!
What s her power?

>>28315844
>>Ask Red if she's having any issues with her gear.

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>>28315844
>Ask Red if she's having any issues with her gear.
>Ask Red what her power is.

>mfw she wears pants

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>>28315844
>Ask Red what her power is.
>>28315880
Only in the SWQ universe is "she's wearing pants?" followed by "glorious!"

Rolled 18

>>28315844
>Ask Red how she gets by without Strikers.

>>28315844
>Ask Red if she's having any issues with her gear.
>Ask Red what her power is.

>>28315844
>Ask Red if she's having any issues with her gear.
>Ask Red what her power is.

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>>28315844
>pants
I'll allow it

>>28315844
>>Ask Red what her power is.
>>Ask Red if she's having any issues with her gear.

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>witch
>wearing pants

>>28315859
>28315844
>>Ask Red if she's having any issues with her gear.
>>Ask Red what her power is.
>>Ask Red how she gets by without Strikers

I consider the last question to be particualrly interesting as usually witches use them save for a few special cases.

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>>28315844
"So Red, are you having any problem with your gear?" You ask.

"Um... just a bit." Red mutters. "I need a bit of help."

"With what?"

"The z-zipper." Red says, pointing to her back.

And that's when you realizing you're staring. Right. Girl. Wetsuit.

You get the feeling things were going to be very awkward in the future. Ignoring the amused smirk of the armorer, you help zip up Red's wetsuit, causing her to squeak a bit when the outfit finally tightens up. You then see an odd little wrist mounted device stashed along with her clothes.

"Hey, what's that?" You ask. "Doesn't look standard issue."

"S-special issue, in fact." Red says as she snaps the the device around her wrist like a bracelet. "It's a portable magic focus. Let's me amplify my powers and shields without a striker, but it's not as efficient."

"Huh, really." You nod. You could think of countless ways a witch shield could be useful to you. "What exactly is your power?"

"Healwitch, of course." Red smiles. "I basically breezed through the first aid courses."

Okay, now you were straight up getting jealous.

(cont)

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>>28316137

"ATTENTION." You hear the intercom blare. "Rescue Flight Iceberg, prepare to take off in two minutes. I repeat, Rescue Flight Iceberg, prepare to take off in two minutes."

"Shit, that's us!" You scowl, quickly grabbing the rest of your gear. "Come on, Red!"

"J-just a second!" Red fumbles into place right behind you.

Fortunately, the helos aren't too far, and you get there with thirty seconds to spare.

"Good to see you made it on time!" One of the PJ pilots, Rusty, chortles as you hustle over.

"Yeah, well, I had a long morning." You sigh. "What's the sitrep?"

"Beats me." Rusty shrugs. "Navy called it in just now. They need every SAR bird they can get."

Oh, that didn't sound good at all. You take a quick glance at your flight. Just like your orders stated, you see two grey Pave Hawks and two orange and white Jay Hawks sitting on the tarmac ready to go.

>Ride with the PJs. You guys got history and work well together.
>Ride with the Coast Guard. You need to make sure they're on the same page with you.
>Other

>>28316148
>>Ride with the Coast Guard. You need to make sure they're on the same page with you.

>>28316148
>Ride with the Coast Guard. You need to make sure they're on the same page with you.

Coordination is key.

>>28316148
>Ride with the PJs. You guys got history and work well together.

>>28316148
>>Ride with the Coast Guard. You need to make sure they're on the same page with you.

>>28316148
>>Ride with the Coast Guard. You need to make sure they're on the same page with you.
Have Red go with the other PJs.

>>28316148
>Ride with the Coast Guard. You need to make sure they're on the same page with you.
Gotta make sure they know what's up
Alaskan USCG are probably pretty badass at this though

Also, Merc, to confirm: we're a captain in the army/marine/chair force sense, not navy sense, correct?

>>28316148
>>Ride with the PJs. You guys got history and work well together.
We're PJs, right? Ride with our own. Alaskan Coast Guard is almost as badass as us - they don't need us mothering them.

>>28316148
>Ride with the Coast Guard. You need to make sure they're on the same page with you.

>"Navy called it in just now. They need every SAR bird they can get."
Oh boy, the Kitty Hawk just bit the big one.

>benefit mustring
I would hope so, Captcha.

>>28316300
>the Kitty Hawk just bit the big one
jeezis the fucking rage when that happened still is burned in my memory. Good on GhostDiva to allow us to "fuck up" I guess...

>>28316293
Yes, PJs are Air Force.

>>28316319
Why do people keep claiming that was a fuckup? There is no way to know if we could have taken down ONE dread, let alone both.

>>28316444
Yeah, and the more important target was that goddamn carrier, anyway.

>>28316444
Because we decided that taking down the aerial carrier was more important than even trying to take down the dreads. We had the only weapons that were even capable of taking them down, and we declined to use them.

Frankly, we're lucky that we haven't run into a pissed-off Kitty Hawk survivor who has a bone to pick.

>>28316148
"Come on Red, let's go fraternize with our fine brothers in the Alaskan Coast Guard." You say, striding toward the pair of Jay Hawks.

"We're not riding with the other PJs?" Red asks curiously.

"Red, one thing you need to learn as a CRO is that you'll have to handle lots of joint ops involving other service branches." You say. "Too many rescue ops in the past ended badly because of bad coordination. That's why CROs exist."

"Right." Red nods, making sure her portable focus is fitted on tight. You hope that it's waterproof.

"Hey there, Captain, nice to see you join us!" The crew chief grins and shakes your hand. "I'm Petty Officer Morris and this young man here is Ensign Jones. I have to say, it's a real honor being able to work with you guys!"

>The honor is all ours. You guys do good work up here.
>Thanks. I hope you guys can keep up with us.
>Other

>>28316519
>>The honor is all ours. You guys do good work up here.

>>28316519
>The honor is all ours. You guys do good work up here.

The first rule of working together is being polite.

>>28316519
>>The honor is all ours. You guys do good work up here.

>>28316519
>>The honor is all ours. You guys do good work up here.

>>28316519
>>The honor is all ours. You guys do good work up here.
We're brothers-in-arms, and we gotta respect what they do. Remember, the Bering Strait has some of the worst conditions to do SAR in on the planet. They're not getting shot at, but they might as well be.

>>28316519
>>The honor is all ours. You guys do good work up here.

>>28316519
>>The honor is all ours. You guys do good work up here.

>>28316516
>We had the only weapons that were even capable of taking them down
You have no evidence to support this. Those dreads have proven capable of surviving being hit with TWO extremely powerful plasma weapons; the dinky missiles we had back then wouldn't have done shit.

>>28316674
>>28316516
Drop it. Don't go over this shit over and over again.

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>>28316674
>dinky missiles

Your memory must be pretty weak, m8. We were armed with two fucking Harpoons that had their guidance systems replaced with more warhead.

We had the tools, we didn't use them on the dreads.

>>28316704
If they survived hits from the Tesla cannon, I think Harpoons would just have made them mad. We might've needed a BUFF to actually destroy them.

>>28316704
And how do those Harpoons compare to fucking rape lasers?

>>28316727
>>28316717
They took down that flying carrier, didn't they? And those dreads died pretty quick to the Musashi when it showed up.

I say the issue was that Frank/US didn't clear out the mooks more so the other planes could help out against the big targets.

>>28316744
That carrier only went down because we hit its engines.

>>28316744
>comparing a human-built flying carrier to a martian-built physics-raping antigravity dreadnought
>comparing TWO FUCKING MISSILES to a goddamn modernised Yamato-class battleship
so you think you can take down an entire dreadnought with one fucking harpoon
okay

>>28316744
>>28316727
>>28316717
And don't forget how Young and Anders took one down during the original Martian War. If you apply enough high explosives to one, they will die.

>>28316807
We only had a limited number of Harpoons, and our main mission was to take out the carrier. Which we only just barely did by expending ALL of said Harpoons

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>>28316519
"The honor is all ours." You grin. "You guys do good work up here. The Bering Strait is pretty much a nightmare for any SAR crew and you go out there every day."

"Hah, it's nothing! Maybe we can show you guys a thing or two!" Morris laughs. "Okay Rick, lets get this can in the air!"

"Roger that." The pilot nods and powers up the engines.

One by one, the four helos lift off. Getting to the Bering Strait from Elmendorf was a fairly long ride, especially considering you had to skirt around Russian air defenses. However, as you continue on, you see a small flotilla of ships beneath you.

"Is that the fleet?" Red asks.

"No." You shake your head. "That's the USS Essex and her escorts. They're not a part of Kitty Hawk's battlegroup."

However, what does unnerve you is that the Essex and her escorts were steaming at full speed in the same direction in you were, and following close behind the Essex was the USNS Mercy, one of the Navy's hospital ships. You then see other SAR birds coming from the opposite direction landing on both ships either to refuel or offload wounded.

"Damn, that looks bad." You breathe.

"Yeah, I've never seen anything like it, either." Morris frowns.

"Pierce, is that you?" You hear Lucky's voice on the radio.

"Lucky? What the hell is going on?" You ask.

"It's bad, Pierce, real bad. We won, but the Kitty Hawk's gone."

"...what?" You feel a pit form in your stomach. "What do you mean she's gone?"

"GONE. As in, completely sunk. We're doing everything we can but we're STILL pulling people out of the water. We're completely swamped!"

"Roger that, thanks for the heads up." You say.

"What was that about?" Red asks.

>Don't tell them just yet. They don't need to know.
>Might as well tell them the truth.
>Other

>>28316803
And a Black Widow armed "just" with HVARs took one down all on its little lonesome.

Yes, I think a missile designed for killing ships armed with 500 lbs of high explosive before it was boosted can kill a dreadnaught if HVARs can.

>>28316838
>>Might as well tell them the truth.

>>28316838
>Might as well tell them the truth.

>>28316838
>>Might as well tell them the truth.
Let them steel themselves now.

>>28316849
This is assuming that the Russians didn't enhance them, especailly in wake of that little exploit

>>28316838
>>Might as well tell them the truth.
Truth is always the best policy. Besides, they need to know what they're up against.

>>28316838
>>Might as well tell them the truth.

>>28316838

Considering how the Kitty Hawk went, I'm surprised there are people to save.

Didn't it go in one massive fireball?

>>28316891
Something having to do with masers, I think. That never ends pretty.

>>28316891
>>28316906
It did. Doesn't mean there aren't still people in the water.

Not to mention wounded from the other ships.

>>28316906

It hit a munitions cache.

>>28316891
>>28316906
Masers damaged the ship enough to cook off the magazines.

>>28316925
So we're going to be dealing with burned, shredded, AND hypothermic casualties. Beautiful

>>28316838
>>Might as well tell them the truth.
These psycho mofos are about to jump into the freezing Bering strait to save guys. The least they deserve is an honest sitrep

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>>28316949
Ain't war grand?

>>28316838
"The Kitty Hawk went down." You say grimly. The entire helo goes silent, the only sound coming from the thumping of the rotors.

"Jesus." Morris finally breathes and he makes a sign of the cross. "I don't know what to say."

"Neither do I." You shake our head. "Hey, pilot, how much farther?"

"We're about to come into visual range."

You stick your head out the side of the helo and you can already see it. SAR birds hovering over the water as they desperately try to winch up as many survivors as they could. Wreckage, debris, giant oils slicks, and other evidence of a massive ship sinking were scattered all over the area.

"W-where do we start?" Red stammers.

>Let's go to where the Kitty Hawk sank. That's where all the survivors would be concentrated.
>Let's patrol the outskirts. The currents might have carried survivors outside of the battle zone.
>Other

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>>28316989
>Let's go to where the Kitty Hawk sank. That's where all the survivors would be concentrated.

We can't save everyone.

OR CAN WE?

Rolled 3

>>28316989
>Let's go to where the Kitty Hawk sank. That's where all the survivors would be concentrated.
Grab lots of dudes, get them to the hospital ship, rinse, repeat.

Rolled 20

>>28316989

>>Let's go to where the Kitty Hawk sank. That's where all the survivors would be concentrated.

Greatest concentration of survivors.

Triage.

>>28316989
>>Let's patrol the outskirts. The currents might have carried survivors outside of the battle zone.

Can't let them give up hope.

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>>28316989
>>Let's patrol the outskirts. The currents might have carried survivors outside of the battle zone.
If the Kitty Hawk sank in a violent explosion, all we'd find at the epicenter would be a stark and crisped reminder of our own mortality

>>28316989
>Let's patrol the outskirts. The currents might have carried survivors outside of the battle zone.

>>28316989
>>Let's patrol the outskirts. The currents might have carried survivors outside of the battle zone.
If we don't see anything, we can focus on the wreck site itself. More than likely there's going to be other units going straight there.

>>28316989
>Let's go to where the Kitty Hawk sank. That's where all the survivors would be concentrated.

>>28316989
>Let's go where everyone else is. Largest concentration probably has more people needing help.

>>28316989
>>Let's patrol the outskirts. The currents might have carried survivors outside of the battle zone.

And with that I go to bed. Good luck, thanks merc.

>>28316989
>>Let's go to where the Kitty Hawk sank. That's where all the survivors would be concentrated.

>>28316989
>>Let's go to where the Kitty Hawk sank. That's where all the survivors would be concentrated.
Balls deep, I guess.

>>28316989
>Let's go to where the Kitty Hawk sank. That's where all the survivors would be concentrated.

Basic math people, the we go to the greatest concentration of survivors so we can save as many as possible. Abandoning the outskirts is cold, but that's just the facts of reality.

>>28316989
>>Let's go to where the Kitty Hawk sank. That's where all the survivors would be concentrated.

>>28316989
"Take us to main site of the sinking, where all that wreckage is." You say, pointing out where you want the helo to go. "Everybody listen up. Form up on Iceberg One and stay close. You've got discretion to pick up whoever you see, but be sure to call it out first."

You get a round of affirmatives and you see the individual helos of you flight maintain formation with you.

"Iceberg One, this is Iceberg Two. We see some men in the water and we're moving to pick them up."

"This is Three, we're doing the same."

"Roger that." You say. "Four, stay on station in case you're needed some else."

"Hey, Captain." Morris points out the door. "I see something. Life rafts, I think."

Sure enough, you see a small flotilla about six life rafts, and you could see the survivor inside waving frantically at you.

"Okay, it looks like it's time to put that diving training to use." You say. "Who wants to go first?"

>You go. Best to get the job done yourself.
>Let Red go, so you can gauge her ability.
>Let Jones go. This is a Coast Guard bird, after all.
>Other

>>28317186
>You go. Best to get the job done yourself.
Be a leader

>>28317186
>You go. Best to get the job done yourself.

Show how everyone how it's done, especially for Red, so she can have an example to work off of.

>>28317186
>>You go. Best to get the job done yourself.

>>28317186
>You go. Best to get the job done yourself.
Let Red adjust. This is a hell of a first op.

>>28317186
>>Let Jones go. This is a Coast Guard bird, after all.
This is their turf, let the Coasties handle this one.

>>28317186
>You go. Best to get the job done yourself.

>>28317186
You decide to handle this yourself, at least to show Red how it was done. You tell Morris to direct the pilot to hover over a clear patch of water, as low as he safely could manage. The helo then drops low enough for you to feel the ocean spray of the water being kicked up by the downwash of the helo's rotors. Morris then gives you a thumbs up.

"Watch and learn, Red." You say as you pull your snorkel over you face. You tuck your arms close to your chest and push off, remaining straight as a rail as you drop and effortlessly plunging through the surface of the water. Immediately, you can feel the countless pinpricks against your skin as the ice cold water of the Bering Sea ate away at you. Ignoring the cold, you swim your way over to the nearest life raft.

"Boy are you a sight for sore eyes!" One of the survivors breathe a sigh of relief as you grab onto the side of his raft.

>Take only the most seriously wounded.
>Take as many survivors on as you can.
>Other

>>28317426
>>Take only the most seriously wounded.

>>28317426
>>Take only the most seriously wounded.
we will need all the room in the bird we can get, and the ones that don't need to be in the bird can stay on the raft

>>28317426
>Take only the most seriously wounded.
a -60 outfitted for PJs can take 5 cat-As and 7 cat-B/Cs, we need the space

>>28317426
>>Take only the most seriously wounded.
We need to let someone know where they are, though.

>>28317426
>Take only the most seriously wounded.

Triage, the rafts can be used to hold the less wounded until the Essex and Mercy arrive.

Rolled 12

>>28317426
>Take only the most seriously wounded.
They are on a raft, they aren't going to freeze to death in minutes. We can give their coordinates to Iceberg Four anyway.

>>28317426
"Hey, do you have wounded?" You ask. "Rescue ships are inbound, but wounded are priority for evac!"

"Y-yeah." The survivor nods and points to the other rafts. "We're all find here, but I'm pretty sure the other rafts have guys that were badly hit.

After a quick examination, you deduce that there were four serious cases that were priority evac. One had some serious microwave burns, no doubt due to getting grazed by a maser or something. You knew these wounds were all too common during the Martian War, and most first aid classes still taught how to treat them.

Two more sailors were winched up with conventional, but still severe burns.

The fourth one, though, was proving to be a bit of a problem. Not only was he badly burned, but he had a lot of shrapnel wounds too. His buddies did their best to try and patch him up, but he was still in bad shape. You're not sure if he'd survive getting winched up to the helo.

>Leave him in the raft. Hopefully he could hold on until the relief fleet arrives.
>Try and winch him up anyways.
>Call down Red and put those healwitch powers to the test.
>Other

>>28317525
>>Call down Red and put those healwitch powers to the test.

Rolled 4

>>28317525
>Call down Red and put those healwitch powers to the test.
And get the other three into the heli while she gets here and patches him up.

>>28317525
>>Call down Red and put those healwitch powers to the test.
get her to stabilize him and leave him in the raft, we need the space and she needs to conserve energy

Rolled 20

>>28317525
>Call down Red
this is literally why she is here.

>>28317541
the other three are already in the heli...

>>28317525
>>Call down Red and put those healwitch powers to the test.
We got a healwitch, let's see how she does.

>>28317525
"Red, I need you down here." You say in your radio as you wave at the helo hovering above you. You see Red nod in response and pull her goggles and snorkel down over her face. The helo shifts to the side to give Red some clearance and she drops off the side, mimicking your dive motion as she effortlessly slides into the water. Well, you guess she wasn't lying about acing the rescue swimming course.

"S-s-so what do you n-need?" Red asks she swims up to you, her chattering teeth serving to worsen her already habitual stutter.

You point to the wounded man.

>I need you to heal this guy with everything you've got.
>I just need you to stabilize him.
>Other

>>28317624

>I just need you to stabilize him.

don't spend everything at once, we've got so many more people in need!

>>28317624
>>I just need you to stabilize him.

>>28317624
>>I just need you to stabilize him.

>>28317624
>I just need you to stabilize him.

There's gonna be plenty more where this came from

>>28317624
>I just need you to stabilize him.

Basic fucking triage.

>>28317624
"Just enough to stabilize him." You say as you fight the urge to shiver. Even with the insulated wetsuit, that only increases your tolerance of the cold Alaskan waters by a few more minutes. You'd have to get pulled out soon as well. "Can you do it?"

"Of course." Red nods and closes her eyes, keeping on hand clamped firmly on the raft and the other hovering over the wounded sailor. A soft, golden glow begins to emanating from her hand.

"Holy shit, she's a witch?!" One of the other sailors exclaims.

"Yeah, she is." You nod.

"Where are her strikers?"

"That's what I asked!"

"Guys! Shush!" Red snaps at you both before pulling her hand back. "Okay, that should have been enough to stop the bleeding."

>Okay, I think he'll be fine staying in the raft.
>Okay, let's winch him up.
>Other

Rolled 20

>>28317699
>Okay, let's winch him up.

>>28317699
>>Okay, let's winch him up.
Up-and-out. He needs shoreside medical attention.

>>28317699
>Okay, let's winch him up.

He is still in serious condition and probably has some serious trauma that Red didn't heal.

Rolled 20

>>28317719
>>28317550
what is with the dice today?
nat one imminent

>>28317730
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST

>>28317699
>Okay, let's winch him up.

>>28317730
Rescue mission dice.

>>28317730
And the world implodes.

>>28317730
Considering that Merc's running, we don't have OPTIMISM HO to burn, and we don't have Wrenloft's FINAL COUNTDOWN DICE to count on, the moment Merc actually asks for a roll...
>1
>2
>1
Such is life in Merc's quests
>>28317699
>Okay, let's winch him up.
Stabilized is not okay, merely "not about to die"

>>28317699
>Let's winch him up
>Other: Ask the other sailors one last time for anyone that might be in as serious condition as this guy. Doesn't hurt to ask does it?

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>>28317699
You and Red both look up, with a bit of pride, as the casualty is winched up to the waiting Jay Hawk.

"Hey, Cap, I see more life rafts." Red points behind you.

Wait, she was calling you "Cap" now? Well, then again, you were calling her by a nickname too, so you let it slide for now. You spin around and see another eight or so lift boats about fifty meters away. However, there was something of about them. You squint and realize what was bothering you.

They were Russian lifeboats.

"What about them?" Red asks.

>What ABOUT them?
>You know our motto...
>Other

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>>28317802
>What ABOUT them?
>You know our motto...
This shit is cold, and they're as helpless as our boys are. Help them out...unless they start shooting. If so, let 'em freeze

>>28317802
>You know our motto...

We know how cold that fucking water is, no person should have to die like that.

>>28317802
>>You know our motto...
Shit, this is Bering Sea. If they're in the drink out here, they're nobody's enemy.

>>28317802
>You know our motto...

>>28317802
>"Not ours."
>"Call in the other choppers."
I suspect the PJ helos are better equipped to deal with PoWs. Besides, our casualties take priority, and its' not like Red is solar powered.

>>28317835
If Subwitches is in any way canon, her shield should arguably protect her from the cold for much much longer than the average PJ can tolerate, even with a drysuit.

>>28317802
....Fuck.
>You know our motto...
>Call it in perhaps? Generally agree with >>28317835 here.

>>28317802
>You know our motto...

>>28317802
"You know our motto." You breathe.

"That others may live." Red nods.

"Let's go."

You both swim towards the Russian boats. This had a very large chance of going badly, but there was no way you were going to leave men to die if you could help it.

"So, uh, Cap, do you know how to speak Russian?" Red asks.

"Ummmm..."

>And that's it for tonight! Stay tuned for the next part next week! Don't forget that another VMQ side chapter this Saturday night!

>>28317849

Helping is a universal language!

>>28317849
If there's one thing I've learned in my travels, there is nothing that cannot, in an "emergency" be conveyed in pidgin language and hand signals. Might be harder while swimming in freezing water though

>>28317849
Fun little thing you've got going on here, Merc. Looking forward to more.