>>30441072
>>"Very well, let's drop our luggage off first."

James Bond film movie time! and we already have the leading lady with us!

>>30441072
>>"Business can wait. It's been too long since I've seen the museum."

Rolled 2

1= Luggage
2= Museum

>>30441072
>"Very well, let's drop our luggage off first."
Because screw carrying that around all day.

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>>30441072
"Business can wait. It's been too long since I've seen the museum."

You throw your luggage over your shoulder and head straight for the museum. Elaine and the sergeant rush to keep up with you.

"But sir-" The sergeant starts.

"Museum first, sergeant. I want to make sure the girls are alright." You ignore her and keep going.

"Seriously, where are we going," Elaine asks.

"You'll see, Elaine." It's only been a few months, but you have to check on the museum. "You'll see."

You take every shortcut you know, ignore everyone in your own and stop traffic more than once in your single-minded quest. Then you finally see it, the massive hangar covered in glass windows. You can't see through because of the sun's glare, but you know what's waiting inside. Anticipation pushes you onward and Elaine and the sergeant have to job to keep up with you.

Then you finally see the inside of the hangar.

The planes are there. All of them. Every single plane ever used by the Royal Air Force. You breath in deep, inhaling the smell of oil and fuel. Although the planes aren't usually fuelled, so you need to imagine that part.

"This... this is the museum," Elaine asks.

>"Not just the museum. This is where we come from, Elaine."
>"Yeah. Makes you appreciate TSFs a whole lot more doesn't it?"

>>30441742
>"Not just the museum. This is where we come from, Elaine."

>>30441742
>>"Not just the museum. This is where we come from, Elaine."

>>30441742
>>"Not just the museum. This is where we come from, Elaine."

>>30441742
>>"Not just the museum. This is where we come from, Elaine."

>>30441742
"Not just the museum." You step closer to the nearest plane - a World War II Havoc - and gently stroke the frame. "This is where we come from, Elaine. Every plane built a little bit better than the previous one, every pilot trained by the previous generation of aces. I've been flying for a couple of years, but my instructors had 50 years of combined and all their instructors had 250 years combined. That's 300 years of combat experience total and it just keeps growing with every generation."

You finish your walk around of the bird and step away.

"I... I hadn't thought of that before." Elaine takes a step closer to touch the Havoc. "I guess we're really not alone out there after all."

"Ah... excuse me." The sergeant rudely interrupts your romantic moment with the plane. "The commandant asked to see you as soon as possible..."

"We can come back later," you haul your luggage over your shoulders and follow the sergeant back to the main campus.

>Drop off your luggage first.
>Go meet Pentecost.

>>30442187
>>Drop off your luggage first.

>>30442187
>Drop off your luggage first.

>>30442187
>>Drop off your luggage first.
hoping the two share a room. again.

>>30442187
>>Go meet Pentecost.

>>30442187
You decide to drop off your luggage first. No matter how much of a hurry Pentecost is in, it wouldn't be professional to meet him with your luggage slung over your shoulders. The sergeant leads you to the barracks used by the college's staff and occasional visitors from the RAF. She takes you to your room and pauses. She takes a memo out of her pockets and looks at it again.

"I'm sorry, there must have been a mistake," she says. "I only have one room and-"

"It's fine," you say. "We're roommates at our usual posting anyway."

You slip by the sergeant and open the door. The room, it turns out, is a single and the very is very small.

"Oh, right. The cadets have it worse than the people out on the front lines." You unceremoniously drop your baggage in a corner.

"Hey, it's not like it'll be the first time we share a bed." Elaine throws her bag over the bed and to the other side of the room. "No, wait. I guess it will be the first time for just the two of us. Think it'll feel more normal if I find us another girl?"

"Don't tease the sergeant, Elaine."

The sergeant is indeed looking very confused and very embarrassed. She stammers a moment, but regains her composure long enough to lead you to Pentecost's office. The main hall is as busy as usual, but you don't see any flag officers around, so you can relax at least a little bit. The sergeant leads you to Pentecost's office and takes her leave.

>(cont.)

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>>30442981
The office - and the commandant - are both exactly as you remember them. Pentecost is waiting for you at his desk, completely expressionless. What is new is his adjutant, who you recognize as your former wingman. Owens must have been very well for himself to stand next to the Air commodore.

You and Elaine both salute and stand at attention. Pentecost just waves you off.

"At ease," he says. "You're here to terrify the cadets, so don't get too formal. They might underestimate you. Reber, you're familiar with Flying officer Owens, correct?"

"Yes, sir. I'm glad to see he's up to your standards."

You nod a greeting to Owens, who greets you in return.

"Oh, he wasn't." Pentecost pours you and Elaine a cup of tea each. "But as I'm sure you remember, there are ways of fixing that."

You see Owens twitch. It's the same twitch everyone who's gone through Pentecost's special training has.

"In that case, I'm glad you brought him up to par." You sit down and take a sip of tea. Elaine follows your lead. "The fighting out there is all over the place. Hard jobs go smooth, simple jobs turn into a clusterfuck...."

"Only when you do something stupid," Elaine says. Then she realizes she's sitting in front of an Air commodore and seizes up.

"That sounds like Reber." Pentecost just smiles at her and she relaxes. "But on to business. Owens, take care of the requisition order."

Owens takes his leave and Pentecost hands you both a detailed breakdown of your assignment.

"The training will be the two of you flying aggressor against a flight of cadets," Pentecost says. "You can fly just about whatever you want. The cadets will be flying Typhoons. The EU wants to know if the new pilots can handle them."

>(cont.)

>>30443024
Pentecost's words echo through your skull. The cadets will be flying Typhoons. The EU's state of the art experimental TSFs. Before you.

Your fists clench so hard, it feels like your fingers will dig through your hand. Your vision goes white, then red, then white and red. It feels like your eyeballs are going to explode out of their sockets as the all-consuming RAGE overtakes you.

>"I'll take a Tornado. That should be enough of a handicap."
>"I'll take a Phantom. That way, they won't be able to complain when I crush them."
>"*FUCK* those plebes, I want a Crusader."

>>30443040
>>"I'll take a Tornado. That should be enough of a handicap."

slower that usual today, is there a finals game going on or what?

>>30443040
>>"*FUCK* those plebes, I want a Crusader."

>>30442187
>>>Drop off your luggage first.

>>30443040
>"I'll take a Phantom. That way, they won't be able to complain when I crush them."
feed unto that jealousy.

>>30443040
>>>"I'll take a Phantom. That way, they won't be able to complain when I crush them."
I want us to embarrass them thoroughly.

>>30443040
>"I'll take a Phantom. That way, they won't be able to complain when I crush them."
I hope we don't lose after this.

>>30443304
>>30443318
really hoping these aren't someones kids from some high officials.

>>30443655
they should be ashamed if they get taken out by a first generation TSF.

>>30443040
The Tornado's no good. You know you'll be able to crush them, but it won't be humiliating enough. You have to make them pay for what they've done.

The Crusader is a tempting choice. You know there's at least one somewhere around here, but the RAF never really used it, and bringing a plane to a TSF fight would technically give you the advantage.

That leaves the Phantom.

"I'll take a Phantom," you say. "That way, they won't be able to complain when I crush them."

"I'll have the same." Elaine hands her papers back to Pentecost.

"Good," Pentecost says. "The first exercise is in two hours. Get ready."

You leave Pentecost's office and head back to get your fortified suits. You mumble to yourself all the way there, cursing the cadets for forcing you to do this. You don't want to humiliate the Typhoon by making it go down to a Phantom, but this needs to be done. You just can't forgive those cadets for being able to fly an experimental TSF.

"You all right, Julian?" Elaine grabs her fortified suit and gives you a worried glance. "You sound really pissed. I know you're jealous of those cadets, but..."

"It'll be fine." You grab your own suit and stuff your bag in the closet. "The rage will wear off by the time we get started."

"It had better," Elaine says. "If you lose control and crash, I'll never let you live it down."

"Duly noted."

The upside is that visiting aggressors have their own locker, so you don't have to resist the urge to take out the cadets and steal their Typhoons. You're not all that pissed anymore, but you're still mumbling to yourself as you get dressed. You suspect Elaine try to flash you her breasts for fun a few times, but you were too zoned out to notice.

The Phantoms waiting for you are the most modern upgrades to the frame, but it's the stock model and it doesn't have any modifications. This will all come down to skill.

>(cont.)

>>30443744
You plug your suit into the Phantom's computer and Elaine contacts you through your radio.

"How do you want to do this?"

>"Attack from above. Even if their engines are better, gravity will be on our side."
>"Nothing fancy, just keep them at long range. The Typhoon has a lot of close-quarter weapons."

>>30443674
pampering parents can be a curse sometimes.

you can picture their faces when they hear who they are up against when the sparring match starts.

>>30443643
is that a plushie or a real living being?

>>30443771
>>"Attack from above. Even if their engines are better, gravity will be on our side."

>>30443771
>>"Attack from above. Even if their engines are better, gravity will be on our side."

>>30443771
>>"Attack from above. Even if their engines are better, gravity will be on our side."

>>30443771
>"Attack from above. Even if their engines are better, gravity will be on our side."

It has to be fancy.

Rolled 1, 1, 16, 7, 9, 20, 20, 14 = 88

>>30443771

"Attack from above," you say. "Even if their engines are better, gravity will be on our side."

When it doubt, bounce.

"Sounds good," Elaine says. "Just hope we start climbing before they do, or else this will end badly for us."

You perform one last check to make sure the computer is set to simulation mode. There's no live ammo anywhere near the training TSFs you're using, but it wouldn't do if your computer fails to recognize hits.

The referee confirms that all TSFs are prepared for the exercise and begins the countdown.

"10, 9, 7, 8..."

Your finger hovers over the ignition.

"3, 2, 1, BEGIN!"

You push the engines to full power and start climbing.

>(roll 4d20)

Rolled 5, 19, 13, 3 = 40

>>30444156
those fucking 20s, lucky cadets

Rolled 4, 13, 19, 17 = 53

>>30444156

Rolled 14, 8, 12, 1 = 35

>>30444156
Shit.

Rolled 8, 16, 13, 15 = 52

>>30444156

Rolled 4, 12, 12, 7 = 35

>>30444156
Jesus i hope those 1s helped balance out the 20s.

Rolled 4, 13, 4, 10 = 31

>>30444156
i don't like those 2 20's and 1's.

At least we failed somewhere we won't get chomped.

>>30444552
the nat 1s they got should cancel out the 20s hopefully.

>>30444598
doesn't work that way though.

Rolled 9, 12, 4, 8 = 33

>>30444156
You begin your climb, pushing your Phantom to its ceiling, and Elaine follows after you. The Typhoon has no stealth, so finding the enemy on radar is easy, but the simulation is pretty good; it simulated an urban combat zone to provide some cover. It'd be a death sentence for your Phantoms to fight through there, but it's a good deal for the more agile Typhoons.

Until one of them walks right into the open. You and Elaine both open fire on the stray Typhoon, only for the rest of the enemy flight to come out of hiding and cover their comrade. You're met my a hellish storm of suppression fire.

"Sorry, Julian," Elaine says. "Hope you've got this."

From her position below you, there's not much Elaine can do to get out of the way, so she does the next best thing. She throws herself into the simulated bullets, opening fire with her own guns. Her Phantom "explodes", but so does one of the Typhoon.

You would normally dive right through Elaine's fireball and use it for cover, but her actual TSF might still better and you don't feel like crashing, so you dodge sideways. You don't get a warning, so it must have been the right choice.

You're against three pilots now.

The two Typhoons that are covering the pilot who walked out of cover a pretty good. One of them maintains cover while gunning for you at full auto, while you can only just barely dodge the other's bullets. However, they're busy covering for their ally, so there's not much they can do.

A shot lines up for less than a second and you pull the trigger, knocking another Typhoon out of the fight.

You're down to two opponents now.

>Take this to urban warfare. You're too exposed in the sky.
>Keep charging right at them. Make this a melee fight.
>Climb back up for another dive. You can't handle narrow streets.

>(roll 2d20)

>>30444642
eh i'm just hoping that the 1s are bad enough to hamper the success of the 20s.

Rolled 18, 17 = 35

>>30444676
>Keep charging right at them. Make this a melee fight.

Rolled 5, 10 = 15

>>30444676
>Keep charging right at them. Make this a melee fight.
Diving won't work a second time.

Rolled 5, 18 = 23

>>30444676
>>>Keep charging right at them. Make this a melee fight.
It was stated the urban route is suicide and i doubt the diving will work a second time.

>>30444676
>Keep charging right at them. Make this a melee fight.

>>30444699
FUCK YEH

Rolled 8, 17 = 25

>>30444676
You're going down, and you can't exactly turn around right now, so you might as well keep going. You drop your assault cannons on the Typhoon that's still under cover. The gun's won't really damage it, but they're enough to startle the pilot and force it out of cover. Meanwhile, you accelerate your descent and dodge a steady stream of 36mm bullets.

At the very last minute, you draw your battle axes and push your Phantom into a short revolution, bringing it behind the startled Typhoon. Between gravity, your engines and your axes, you tear off both of the Typhoons arms and its legs. It doesn't explode, but it does fall over, completely useless in the battle.

The last Typhoon doesn't have time to line up a shot at you.

>Retreat for now.
>Take a swing at the last Typhoon.
>Ram the last Typhoon into a building and then finish it off.

>(roll 2d20)

Rolled 2, 1 = 3

>>30444993
>Ram the last Typhoon into a building and then finish it off.

Rolled 17, 1 = 18

>>30444993
>>Retreat for now.
>>30445015
fucking wrenloft

Rolled 20, 3 = 23

>>30444993

>>30445015
>>30445040
GG

Rolled 17, 11 = 28

>>30445085
>>30445040
>>30445015
>>30444993
jesus our second dice suck ass.
>>30444993
Retreat

Rolled 9, 3 = 12

>>30444993
>Retreat for now.

Rolled 3, 7 = 10

>>30444993
This is a terrible position for you, and you know it. In this situation, most people would retreat backward, but that would leave you exposed while you turn and leave. No, your retreat is forward. There's a small opening into the virtual city right next to the last enemy TSF. You rush forward, knocking your last opponent out of the way with a swing of your axe so that it can't get a shot at you. Then you rush into the streets as fast as your Phantom can go.

You have no more guns, you're not sure how long you'll be able to out-manoeuvre a Typhoon in an urban combat zone and according to your radar, the enemy is catching up to you fast. You don't even have time to drop a decoy.

>Set up an ambush around the next corner.
>Turn around and charge the Typhoon.
>Get back in the sky so you have more space.

>(roll 2d20)

Rolled 8, 19 = 27

>>30445404
>>Turn around and charge the Typhoon.

Rolled 13, 11 = 24

>>30445404
>>30445404
>>Set up an ambush around the next corner.

Rolled 6, 2 = 8

>>30445404
>Turn around and charge the Typhoon.

Rolled 1, 17 = 18

>>30445404
>>Turn around and charge the Typhoon.

act like it was a feint all along to hide the failure.

>>30445453
that would be an ambush.
So that we acted like were running away when i reality we waited at a corner to get them good.

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>>30445404
>Set up an ambush around the next corner.

>>30445404
>>Set up an ambush around the next corner.

Rolled 1

>>30445404
1= Charge
2= Ambush

>>30445404
Going up will only land you right back where you started and you're not sure if the nearby cover will hold up to a shot from a 120mm cannon. In this situation, the best thing to do is to charge forward.

You spin your Phantom 180 degrees and cut the engine to let your momentum bleed off. Then you push the engines at full and rush forward just as the Typhoon turns a corner. The poor pilot never saw you coming and can't react in time. The TSF goes down in one swing of your axe.

It's your victory. With four against two, you're the last man standing. You'll have to make it up to Elaine later. Things might have gone differently if she hadn't taken those bullets for you.

You bring your Phantom back to its hangar and get back to your locker. Elaine is waiting for you there, already changed.

"Congratulations on your victory," she says.

"Good thing, too," you say. "We don't want people to think a machine can make up for a pilot."

"I don't want to hear that from someone with a TSF fetish."

"That's... yeah, okay, you've got me there."

The only thing left to do is the debriefing.

>Let the pilots have it. You're not a permanent fixture, so it doesn't matter if they hate you.
>Keep it professional. This is just a standard exercise.
>Be nice about it. You're dealing with future colleagues.

>>30446099
>>Keep it professional. This is just a standard exercise.

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>>30446099
>Keep it professional. This is just a standard exercise.

>>30446099
>>Let the pilots have it. You're not a permanent fixture, so it doesn't matter if they hate you.

>>30446099
>>Keep it professional. This is just a standard exercise.

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>>30446099
>Let the pilots have it. You're not a permanent fixture, so it doesn't matter if they hate you.
No need to suger coat it people, they could had died out there if it was real.

>>30446213
we don't know who these cadets and their connections... going neutral is a good move.

>>30446099
>>Keep it professional. This is just a standard exercise.
>>But point out that they won't ALL be standard exercises.
We WERE brought in to give them an earful, but we shouldn't just lay into them unequivocally.

The last guy deserves some reprimanding for rushing after us blindly rather than leveraging the fact that he had a superior machine and still had non-melee weapons available.

Maybe a blanket reprimand for just resorting completely to sustained suppressing fire at the beginning despite an overwhelming numerical advantage.

Make our dressing-down constructive, at the very least.

>>30446099
You don't have a reason to piss anybody off, but you don't have a reason to play nice either. It's best to just treat this like any other debriefing.

"Come on," Elaine says. "Let's go tell the kids what they don't wrong so they don't do it again."

It's been a few months, but you remember exactly where the debriefing room is. Pentecost is waiting for you there, along with all the cadet pilots, who are standing at attention. They're all girls.

"First order of business," Pentecost says. "Brook, you were killed first."

The girl - a blonde with a ponytail - who went down in Elaine's suicide charge steps forward. Elaine looks at her for a moment.

"Your team mate screwed up your formation," Elaine says. "Next time, just let her die. You can afford to do that here until she learns not to break formation. Once you're out fighting the BETA, it'll be too late."

The average-looking brunette standing at the far left of the line stiffens. Now you know who screwed up.

"Yes, ma'am." Brook steps back in line.

"O'Neil, you're next," Pentecost says.

A red-head steps forward next.

"Your suppression fire was excellent," you say, "but you were too focused on covering your team to focus on me properly, and you were too exposed. The main purpose of suppression fire is to keep someone behind cover so you can flank them. A very skilled pilot can dodge it in mid-air, but focused fire is much more difficult to deal with and does much more damage when it hits."

"Yes, sir." O'Neil steps back in line.

"Next, Reddington." Pentecost calls out your next victim.

A tomboyish girl with brown hair steps forward.

"You had good cover during my descent," you say, "but you panicked when I dropped my guns on you. Unexpected things like that will happen during a fight, so you can't lose your cool. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

She steps back in line.

"Mallory, next." Pentecost calls out the pilot who screwed up the flight's formation at the start of the battle.

>(cont.)

>>30446737
"Your situational awareness is terrible," you say. "You exposed your team, and even when you almost had me cornered, you left an opening I was able to exploit to get the advantage back on you. You could have shot me right before I killed you, but you weren't able to react in time. You need to spend some time learning how to keep track of your HUD."

"Yes, sir." Her voice sounds dejected, but she doesn't look like she's about to cry. She takes a step back

"You're all dismissed," Pentecost says. "Go think about what you've learned and come up with a plan for the next round. Reber, Robinson, good job."

The cadets leave, followed by Pentecost.

"How about dinner," Elaine asks.

>"Sure. It's late, but the mess should still be open."
>"Sure. I know some nice places in town. Let me make some calls."

>>30446759
>>>"Sure. I know some nice places in town. Let me make some calls."

>>30446759
>>"Sure. I know some nice places in town. Let me make some calls."

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>>30446759
>"Sure. I know some nice places in town. Let me make some calls."

>>30446759
>>"Sure. I know some nice places in town. Let me make some calls."

did we tall her about the spy mission yet? if we haven't a public place is good to way to talk about it.

>>30446918
we can't tell her, and were threatened if we did tell any one.

>>30446948
well let's treat this as a NOT! first date then.

>>30446759
"Sure," you say. "I know some nice places in town. Let me make some calls. We'll need our service dress though."

Elaine raises an eyebrow.

"Sounds very nice," she says. "I thought cadets didn't go out."

"They don't," you say. "There aren't any pubs in Cranwell, but the VIPs do travel through here fairly often, so there are some very good restaurants and hotels, if you know which favours to pull."

"I'll get our uniforms ready while you get us a table," Elaine says.

You think about using your rank to get yourself a military phone, but you don't have quite that much pull. Fortunately, there aren't many people waiting in line for the civilian phones.

>(roll 2d20)

Rolled 12, 13 = 25

>>30446992

Rolled 15, 4 = 19

>>30446992

Rolled 20, 12 = 32

>>30446992

Rolled 9, 3 = 12

>>30446992

>>30446992
You quickly run your finances through your head. You don't have access to the family money, but your pay is decent, you've been getting some excellent hazard pay, and you don't have that many expenses to begin with. You can spend an absurd amount of money on the evening without putting a dent in your finances.

Your first instinct is to call up a hotel you know. The amenities are excellent and the food is delicious, but they regret to inform you that they're currently booked. They're not - they need the extra rooms in case a VIP needs to drop by unexpectedly - but it looks like they don't know who you are.

Your second attempt fairs better. It's a local, high-class restaurant called Sterling. They mostly cater to flag officers and politicians, both domestic and foreign, who have business with the RAF. They're quite happy to prepare a table for you once you casually drop your family's name.

You meet up with Elaine and change into your service dress. It's not exactly high class, but it counts as formalwear in most restaurants.

"I got us a table at a place called Sterling's," you tell Elaine. "It's a fairly short walk from here. Nice place, lots of VIPs. Waiters are definitely former SAS, possibly current MI5."

"Is this a date, or a secret diplomatic negotiation," Elaine asks.

"I wasn't aware there was a difference."

Elaine laughs and casually takes your arm as she passes by you.

The walk to Sterling is short, compared to military fitness evaluations. You walk at a casual pace as the sun dips below the horizon. It does take you a while to get there, but your reservation wasn't for a specified hour, so there's no problem. The head waiter - who is most definitely carrying a sidearm under his jacket - greets you as you arrive and leads you to your table.

You make it less than 10 feet before Elaine stops and pulls you back.

>(cont.)

>>30447336
"We need to leave," she whispers in your ear.

"What is it?" You turn to her.

She hesitates for a moment.

"My... my mother is here, in the corner." She nods towards a couple dining in the book of the room.

The woman has greying hair, little makeup and she's wearing a conservative black dress. The man is an older gentleman in a dark blue pinstripe suit. Their movements, stiff and formal, make it clear this isn't a romantic encounter.

Also, you recognize the gentlemen currently entertaining Elaine's mother.

"Elaine, why is your mother dining with the Earl Marshal of the United Kingdom?"

"Probably so she can disown me and have my father's title passed on to my younger sister."

That is certainly the sort of thing that could lead to a very public and very embarrassing scene.

You take a look around and notice some very important and very influential friends of your family. It'll cause a scene if you greet them, but it'll ensure that the Earl Marshal won't compromise Elaine's inheritance, and in any case, it's the polite thing to do.

>"Just ignore them. The place is full and they probably won't see us."
>"Elaine, you know you need to deal with this."
>"It's fine, some family friends are here. I've got you covered."
>"All right, let's go back to the college."

Rolled 12, 2 = 14

>>30447350
>>"It's fine, some family friends are here. I've got you covered."

>>30447350
>>"Elaine, you know you need to deal with this."

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>>30447350
>>"Elaine, you know you need to deal with this."
>>"It's fine, some family friends are here. I've got you covered."

>>30447350
>"Elaine, you know you need to deal with this."
But, if you don't want to...
>>"It's fine, some family friends are here. I've got you covered."

>>30447350
>"Elaine, you know you need to deal with this."
>"It's fine, some family friends are here. I've got you covered."

>>30447350
>"Elaine, you know you need to deal with this."
>"It's fine, some family friends are here. I've got you covered."

Also, in regards to earlier
>cadet's name is Brook
>That's my name
Eerie.

Rolled 8, 9 = 17

>>30447350
>>"It's fine, some family friends are here. I've got you covered."

>>30447350
What a wonderful time to be introduced to her mother.

Eeeeexcellent.

>>30447470
so...
do you have boobs too?

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>>30447350
>"It's fine, some family friends are here. I've got you covered."

>>30447511
Nope. I've ran into that particular name/gender assumed correlation rather often. (I've always figured Brooke to be the female version, but I dunno)

>>30447564
its a common girl name, associated with sluts for some reason.

>>30447350
"Elaine, you know you need to deal with this." Without being too forceful, you drag her towards the waiter.

"I would rather not have my mother throw a fit and disown me in front of all these people." Elaine follows you reluctantly, but makes sure to keep you in her mother's line of sight.

"It's fine, I have some friends here who can make an impression," you say. "Just go greet her casually."

"Fine," she says. "But your friends had better be worth a lot."

"About three or four trillion euros," you say.

Elaine pulls away from you and head towards a mother. As much as you're curious about the imminent reunion, you need to do your part to prevent a meltdown. You quickly walk towards your friends' table and greet them loudly in French before the waiter can stop you.

"Michel!" You throw your arms open to offer him a hug. "So nice to see you again!"

Michel Sauvignon, an old friend of your father, is well over 60, but he's a still a strong, healthy man. His face lights up when he recognizes you and he hugs you, practically crushing your ribs.

Also, he's the Swiss minister of finance.

"Julian," he says. "It has been long, hasn't it? Your parents told me you were off somewhere near Dover, but it's been so long since they've heard of you. You should call them more often."

"Too little time, I'm afraid." You politely push Michel away from you and get your breath back. "I think I may be able to drop by London soon though."

"Good, good. Ah, but where are my manners?" He waves to his guests. "You remember Jacynthe and Hans, yes? This is Anja and Dominic. They've just take over as president of UBS and Hyposwiss."

Also, Michel is currently entertaining the presidents of Switzerland's four top-tier banks.

>(cont.)

>>30447922
"Of course, a pleasure to meet you both." You lightly kiss Anja's hand and shake Dominic's. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Elaine and her mother. Elaine looks somewhat confused and her mother looks like she's trying very hard not to look angry. As for the Earl Marshal looks like he's trying very, very hard not to vomit all over himself from nerves. No matter how influential Elaine's mother might be, she's not on a first-name basis with the people bankrolling the EU's military efforts.

"Unfortunately, I'm afraid I can't stay for long," you say. "I was planning on having dinner with a colleague. You nod towards Elaine, who bows politely as the table's attention turns towards here.

"Of course," Hans says in German. "I'm afraid our current business would make for a dull evening."

You smile and try to think of a polite reply.

Then you hear the familiar sound of an explosion. Then another. Then three more in very quick succession. Through the Sterling's front window, you see a bright red light despite the late hour.

This isn't a random fire, or petty arson. This is organized terrorism.

>>30447951
Fuck, and fantastic at the same time.

>>30447951
MISSION REPORT:
- Julian Reber "survived." (1XP)
- Richard Hall survived. (1XP)
- Trained the RAF cadets in anti-TSF fighting. (1XP)
- Defeated the RAF cadets. (1XP)
- Flew aggressor in a Phantom. (1XP)
- Debriefed the cadets. (1XP)
- Took Elaine out for a night on the town. (1XP)
- Made contact with Elaine's mother and the Earl Marshal. (1XP)
- Made contact with the Swiss financiers. (1XP)
- Made contact with all VIPs. (1XP)
- Total: 10XP

NOTES:
- Thanks to their training, the RAF cadets will be more effective in battle.
- A terrorist attack on the Royal Air Force Cranwell would cause significant delays to England's contributions to the war effort.
- Due to the nearby military base, there are many VIPs in Cranwell who would make prime targets for terrorists.

CHARACTER STATUS:
Julian Reber (Main Character)
Level 5 (36/50XP)
Skills: TSF Piloting, Gunnery, Melee, Engineering, Computers
Resources: Budget 1, Connections 4 (Swiss Government, RAF, Crusaders, MI5), Gear 3, Personnel 1, Rank 1

>>30448021
That's it for today. Next thread will be Wednesday at 7PM. We start with an escort mission, fight off some terrorists and presumably ingratiate ourselves to Elaine's mother. Or get her killed, you never know. Fucking escort missions.

>>30448021
This is both a fantastic situation and a horrible one depending on how the dice roll.

>>30448056
so can you explain why the minister was nervous and why the mother was trying not to be mad and why elaine was confused?

>>30447951
SON OF A BITCH

>>30448056
thanks for running!
i didn't know reber was THAT rich!

>>30448075
>minister was nervous
probably has some debts with reber's friends

>mother was trying not to be mad
unwanted daughter pops up during her business irritates her.

>elaine was confused?
she doesn't know reber's friends and is confused as to why the minister is nervous when she pointed them to him.

>>30448075
>The woman has greying hair, little makeup and she's wearing a conservative black dress. The man is an older gentleman in a dark blue pinstripe suit. Their movements, stiff and formal, make it clear this isn't a romantic encounter.

>"Elaine, why is your mother dining with the Earl Marshal of the United Kingdom?"

>"Probably so she can disown me and have my father's title passed on to my younger sister."

Assuming it was a business meeting on a topic even close to this, having the person you're discussing walk in unexpectedly would be bad enough.

When it turns out that they're apparently being accompanied for dinner by a guy who straight up walks into the restaurant, takes a look around, and then starts chatting up

>No matter how influential Elaine's mother might be, she's not on a first-name basis with the people bankrolling the EU's military efforts.
a table full of the actual people who are greasing the wheels, he's bound to get a little antsy.

Her mother was probably trying not to look mad to save face in front of the guy she's doing business with, but actually BEING mad because the daughter she doesn't much like just dropped in unexpectedly and threw all of her plans off.

And Elaine was probably confused at least in part because she didn't (or still doesn't) exactly know the sort of scale or relevance of the connections we were showing off.

And any or all of this might be wrong for one reason or another.