>Pastebin: http://pastebin.com/u/Raptor-Chan>Twitter link: https://twitter.com/Raptor_Chan>Archives: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Muv-Luv%20Alternative%20QuestThe clock was ticking once again. It was still quite early in the day, and they’d need time to get the TSF’s ready to go. The maintenance crews must be throwing a bitchfit right now with all the shit they need to get done on air frames that were already getting a fuckload of hours lately. Plenty of time, you told yourself, not because you were scared or anything about going back to Bremerhaven, no sir. It wasn’t like that place had been the setting of all your nightmares for months after, not at all. Slipping away from your squadron and Schultz in particular while still in the crowd, you found yourself following a slightly unfamiliar path. You had to talk to somebody about all of this that wasn’t Foss, or Malinowski, or god forbid Shultz, that wouldn’t judge you and wouldn’t tell the brass you still weren’t one-hundred and twenty percent over the shit you’d seen.Anje. It was odd, trusting a political officer of a nation that both didn’t exist and had practically no government at the moment. But ironically, your secret was probably safest with the East German pilot. What were the fucking odds of that? You make your way to their barracks, almost crashing into a few other lone wandering pilots handling whatever personal business they had before flying into the jaws of death. Anje’s door is closed, but the light is on underneath, and you hear someone inside. Raising your hand to knock on the door you hesitate.>[ ] Knock>[ ] Just go inside>[ ] …You shouldn’t shove your problems on her. Leave.>[ ] Other
>>49263528>[ ] Knock
>>49263528>Knock.>Just go inAlso, evening raptor!
>>49263528Changing vote>[ ] Knock>[ ] Just go insid
>>49263596>>49263651>>49263774Votes called, writing!
>>49263926Are you thinking what I'm thinking?https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=GpGf2_OVJBM
>>49263977I was looking for that image when he called the votes :<
>>49264010I thought about posting it originally, but I wasn't sure until you agreed with me
You hesitate for a short few seconds, trying to consider just how you’d approach this. Lightly, you rap your knuckles against the faux wood door, trying to put on the most devil may care face you can. Hopefully, you can just fake it until you make it but well… that might not just work. She could read you almost as well as Foss could now. Clever Commissar. You can hear a footstep, before she opens the door, staring up at you for a few seconds before smiling. “Fischer! I thought you’d just shove your way on in, like –““Like Foss? Nah, I have class. If I’m going to liberate the hell out of more posters, I’ll damn well say so.” “Please don’t…” Anje mumbled, stepping back. “Come inside, before any of the others notice please…” You slipped inside, Anje closing the door behind the two of you before you flopped onto her bed.“So where are they sending you in all this?” you ask, staring at the blank ceiling like it was going to hold some kind of answer your own didn’t. “To liberate the German homeland from the Counter-Revolutionary alien swine that have taken it over,” she snappily replied, looking down on you now. “Not that an imperialist like yourself would realize the great sacrifice the People shall make for the cause.” Aaah, you missed this sometimes. But now was not the time to resume your usual verbal sparring for the glorious US of A. “Yeah yeah, glory to the People’s Republic of Breadlines. Not why I’m here. Seriously, where are they sending you?”She pursed her lips. “Hamburg to Kiel at least. We’ll push to the Elbe, and back into the DDR.” You nod. “Good luck with that. I’m going back to Bremerhaven, and god only knows from there.” You pat the bed next to you, and Anje takes a seat there, before you continue. “Why there, again? Wasn’t the last time bloody enough for those motherfuckers?” “But there’s a beach head there-“
>>49264534“Yeah. Last time I was the beach head. And then they drove us back into the ocean…” You clenched a fist, squeezing it tight. Anje gently covered your hand with hers. Looking back up you could see her smiling. “Fischer, you won’t let that happen again. You’re just… not that type of person.” You’re not sure how to respond to that. >[ ] “I’m not sure what type of person you think I am but it’s one that sure as fuck knows what hell looks like.”>[ ] “You really think that?” >[ ] Write in
>>49264630>>[ ] “You really think that?”
>>49264630>[ ] “You really think that?”
>>49264630>Write-in.>"Then what kind of person do you think I am?"
>>49264650Not saying I don't like it, but....
>>49264670This is good too, throwing it in with mine
>>49264637>>49264650>>49264670>>49264721Votes called. Writing up now.
Just posting this here because I haven't seen it mentioned since planefag ran SWQ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SdSj0_Fd4ds
>>49264865Dammit, just got my break now.Vote for write in, but obv would lose out.
It was hard to remain stoic after that, but by some miracle you did, but whatever emotion would have been plastered all over your face was anyone’s guess, even your own. A roiling storm of emotion threatened to betray you, and erupt forth. Somehow, you kept it contained. It hurt though, it really fucking hurt to keep all this bottled up like you did. Earth didn’t need pilots in the middle of mental break downs though. And like hell were you going to let your buddies down by giving in. “You really think that?” you ask, eying her. Anje just nods, squeezing your hand a little. A bit of a blush appears on her pale skin, and she looks away from your eyes for a second before returning to them. “I do. You don’t like letting people down, and you don’t care where I’m from or what I do and you talk to me so naturally...” She squeezed down again, closing her eyes. “Everyone else treats me like a joke, or like something to be contemptible of. Like I’m some kind of thing, or a dog that they have to keep around because it’s expected.” You don’t want to see her cry. Anje shouldn’t be crying because of you, it was just… wrong. It hurt. When there’s the opportunity though, you seize it, something to keep her talking. “Then, what kind of person do you think I am. I’m curious.”
>>49265585I'll just... come back in a few minutes...
>>49265567She opened her eyes again, but squeezed even tighter on your hand. Anje smiled once again. “I think… you’re a good person Sam. You try to hide that, that you care about everyone else, but you just can’t, not from me. You care, and that’s… that’s hard somewhere like here.” You take a deep breath, and try not to let yourself crumble here and now. Fuck. She read you like a book. “Anje…” “Hmm?” She smiles again, squeezing your hand. “I swear, if you tell anyone else I’ll replace every damn face in every picture here with one of me, and that’s just to start.” You hear it then, a sound that was sweet and hard to come by out here. Happy laughter. [ ] Stay here[ ] You need to get ready[ ] Write in
>>49265661>[ ] Stay here
>>49265652>>49265655Yeah, I fucked up...
>>49265661>Stay here.STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRREEEEEEE!!!!
>>49265686It's ok Raptor. We still love you!Have picture of my favourite girl from alternative!
>>49265700Also>Write in head pats
>>49265661[ ] Stay hereHUG THE MOESSAR
>>49265983If you agree to head pats, then I agree with this plan as well! Deal?
>>49265675>>49265700>>49265983Votes called, writing!
>>49266185Dropped my trip, whoops
>>49266222And then you picked up some trips woop!
It was hard. It was. You couldn’t contain it any more. Not with her so close. You wrapped your arms around Anje and pulled her into a tight bear hug, not wanting to let her go any time soon. You couldn’t let her go. You didn’t want to go yourself, back into the hell and bloody death filled wasteland that was the mainland. There was comfort here, there were those here you wanted to see nothing more than happy, who’d suffered for too long in this god forsaken place in this god forsaken war. And the tighter you held her, the more you knew you wouldn’t be able to stay. Fuck being a good person. Fuck it so much.Something hot was dripping down your face. You were crying. For the first time in so long, you were crying. “Don’t you dare get yourself fucking killed yet you commie bitch. I need to force feed you cheeseburgers on top of the Statue of Liberty while singing you the national anthem sometime.” She returned the hug the best she could, considering well, the difference in size between you two. “The same to you. Stay alive, so you can do that…” It was practically a whisper in your ear, that soft statement of hers. She returned your comment in German, the same language you’d naturally slipped into when you wrapped her in your arms. You really couldn’t escape it. She reminded you of home. “Yeah. Yeah I’ll give it my best shot. I wasn’t planning on dying just yet you know?” You felt a wet spot on your shoulder, Anje’s sniffles indicating the source. You run your fingers through her hair, as much of a comfort move for you as it was for her. The clock ticks by, the two of you just using each other to gain that precious moment of human affection you both needed. And that was worth more to you than she could ever know, this ability to drop the façade, and just live like a normal person again.
>>49266912But moments like this couldn’t last forever, no matter how much you wished they could. You had to get suited up, both of you. Plus your boss probably wanted to kick your ass up and down the island for shirking the squad briefing now, of all times. So reluctantly, you let Anje go. You left her room without another word. You didn’t need to say anything else, and didn’t want to. If those were going to be the last words you two ever exchanged, then holy fuck this was a cheesy movie script. Shrugging, you considered your next move>[ ] Suit up and rush to the hangers. If you went immediately to the hanger like you were supposed to after a briefing, you might be able to hide out and shrug off any accusations of slacking off>[ ] Even if you’re late, the Old Man would want you to attend the meeting. You were one of the most experienced pilots under his command after all.
>>49266932>>[ ] Suit up and rush to the hangers. If you went immediately to the hanger like you were supposed to after a briefing, you might be able to hide out and shrug off any accusations of slacking off
>>49266932>>[ ] Even if you’re late, the Old Man would want you to attend the meeting. You were one of the most experienced pilots under his command after all.
>>49266932>[ ] Suit up and rush to the hangers. If you went immediately to the hanger like you were supposed to after a briefing, you might be able to hide out and shrug off any accusations of slacking off
>>49267090Fuck, forgot my name!
>>49266986>>49266996>>49267090Votes called, writing it up now.
There’s really only one option for you now, considering the massive fucking boot that would be heading up your ass if you didn’t come up with something to explain where the fuck you’d been for the meeting. Hastily, you don your fortified suit in the lockers and move as fast as you can into the hanger before anyone could notice or stop you. You moved with speed, with haste and with purpose, for now you entered the lair of the dread beasts all pilots feared enter when she could be around. She was out and about. You could feel it in your bones, shaking them to the marrow with each step you took. Her presence was overwhelming, and your salvation lay in the distance. It shined, a fully cleaned and free of rust, markings freshly applied so that there could be no mistake in identification when things got hectic. Magnificent, she was. Your sword and shield all wrapped into one, and standing tall. They’d mounted the railguns to it for this one, what with the chances of you needing to take a dip in the ocean pretty minimal, and you intended to keep it that way. Not this time. Not this fucking time oh no. The Avenger was of course being adjusted this final time before you’d be taking her out once again, but for the life of you, you couldn’t spot the one figure you’d been dreading the most of all to meet at any time. The feeling of fear was building, growing up inside of you and starting to strangle you. Where the hell was she? “Behind you, you fucking shitshow excuse for a pilot.” Pam finished your thoughts for you, and pivoting on your heels you slowly turned to face her.
>>49268012There were many words to describe Pam. Terrifying. Dangerous. Batshit. She towered over you, and you weren’t by any stretch a manlet like Foss. Pam was just, huge. Easily seven foot, and muscular as hell, she could crush you like an insect if she was so inclined, and unfortunately for you, it looked like she was very much so today indeed. “I didn’t think I said that out loud.” You say, trying to not look like you were trying to learn to teleport all of a sudden. She was blocking the exits. Son of a bitch. “You didn’t, I just know what shit for brains like yourself think after trying to dodge me. ‘Oh no, Ma’am, I didn’t intend to go through that kelp bed, oh no Ma’am, that BETA part in my servos wasn’t my fault, oh please miss clean up after me like you’re my fucking mother, and fix all my scratches.’ Well tough shit, because if I were your mother you’d be a lot less of a fucking ugly shit. Now explain to me how the hell my wonderful machine ended up with that much salt water brine in the sensors, and those dents? How the fuck did you do that?” You stumble around for an answer in your head trying not to picture her crushing your head in those massive man hands of hers. “Pam, I can explain,” I said, trying not to break eye contact or show an excessive amount of fear, or whatever the fuck you were supposed to do with rabid bears and shit. “The Old Man sent me to play grab ass with a Soviet submarine, we uh, had a bit of a close encounter really deep in the North Sea.”“Bullshit, what the fuck else did you do?”Wracking your brain, you tried to think of an answer that wouldn’t end up with you having a rather familiar looking wrench buried through your skull. >[ ] “We flew back, had to because we were you know, FIGHTING A SUBMARINE.”>[ ] “Almost reached crush depth. Might need a whole new pressure hull.” >[ ] “Met Captain Nemo and rode seahorses with Jimmy Hendrix under the sea, what the fuck else would we do!?”
>>49268071>>[ ] “We flew back, had to because we were you know, FIGHTING A SUBMARINE.”
>>49268071>[ ] “We flew back, had to because we were you know, FIGHTING A SUBMARINE.”>[ ] “Almost reached crush depth. Might need a whole new pressure hull.”
>>49268097>>49268118>>49268131Calling the votes then, it's been a pretty slow night tonight. Writing it up now.
>>49268474I just got out of work, give me a break Raptor.
>>49268474You could always try switching us over to watch next week and seeing how it goes
>>49268805>>49268980Hey man, update like NOW so you know. But it'll be the last one for the night. Feedback welcome. >>49268071“We flew back to base, because we were you know, FIGHTING A SUBMARINE.” You growl at her. You really didn’t want to argue with Pam. It just wasn’t worth the energy, because she would never fucking admit she was wrong, and she REALLY didn’t know when to back off. “You idiot! No wonder there’s pressure issues, you took her too deep and then brought her too high, you fucking cockgobbling jarhead!” Pam was about to start swinging that wrench around before too long, and even in the suit that shit would fucking HURT when it hit.“Look, is she good to go, or am I going to be stuck here or some bullshit while you fix her.” You raise your hands plaintively, stepping back. “Or are you hiding a spare somewhere, because that’d be lovely if you were.”Pam snorted. “Oh, she’s fine, just some superficial damage and not anything to worry about, else we wouldn’t be talking right now, and you’d be a tin can at the bottom of the ocean. Lucky fucker.” “Thanks.” You ducked her attempt to grab you and sprinted for the Avenger, the insane madwoman hot on your heels as you tried to not fall into her clutches. Diving past a few surprised looking maintenance personnel, you slipped into the cockpit, and quickly shut the damn thing up tight, overriding any attempt the cursing ground crew chief made to get into the Avenger. In an hour or two, you’d be out of here. Back on the front. You just needed to wait.
>>49269168I'm liking it. We're finally suffering now, which isv very Muv Luvy.
Good run, Raptor-chan.
>>49269229>Finally sufferingYou haven't even STARTED down the PTSD train yet. Trust me.
>>49269345Then hit mme bruh, I have faith you can make Sam suffer.
>>49269168Will Pam ever get a good dicking? She may need it.
Please continue this quest on /qst/>>>/qst/From now on quest threads that are posted on /tg/ will be removed.