Go drinking in the middle of the day. All the cake idols are heavy drinkers. Seriously, get fucking wasted. Why not?

>>424186
> Goof off, go to a park, see the city. Do whatever.

>>424209
This. Show up to the appointment drunk.

>>424186
> Head to the Capital Building anyway. Better to be extremely early than to be extreme late.

>>424217
Drunk and crying. We are a sad drunk.

>>424186
> Visit your old school. Maybe Mister Ruszcyzk is still teaching.

This will be the best quest if we start off as an alcoholic. just saying

>>424186
>>424217
Fuck it. Let's be the bad girl for once. Time to be drunk cake.

>>424186
>> Visit your old school. Maybe Mister Ruszcyzk is still teaching.
See if he's still preaching Patriotism Ruszcyzk-style to the kids.
>>424238
>drunk
Hopefully that's not our trigger word.

>>424238
>>424186

Christmas rum cake is go

>>424186
>Prime Minister Thach
So, we're a war hero? Or just related? :)

> Other

-

-

You slam open the door into one of the old taverns. The bartender and even a couple of early drinking patrons flinch in surprise that not only is someone here this early, but a member of the Mobile Infantry is here as well. Your eyes scan the bar, and find a nice stool by the corner. You plop your ass down on it, then hold up a finger. “Barkeep.” You tap it on the hardwood counter. “Scotch, and don’t hold back.”

He blinks, turning his head slightly to the other barkeep. He in turn shrugs. The first barkeep looks back to you. “Um. Innit a little early to be drinking?”

“Not for me. Drinks. Now.”

Besides, it might be early, but you’re not expecting to drink that much.

> THIRTY <

Oh shit the door oh shit the ground oh shit oh shit oh shit

Fuck. Did you chip a tooth. Ugh. STOP SPINNING EVERYTHING.

What time is it!? You hold up your watch, squinting a bit at it.

… why is the six on top.

Wait. Wait. No, no, the six should be on the bottom.

Oh, it’s just uh…

Oh.

You squint again. It’s ten o’clock!

… what have you been doing for five hours?

> fuck, gotta get to PRIME MINISTER
> must sober up
> a few more drinks won’t hurt, it’s only ten o’clock. Maybe you’ll get some chips too.
> Other

>>424304
> a few more drinks won’t hurt, it’s only ten o’clock. Maybe you’ll get some chips too.

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>>424304
First fuck up of today.

It should read:

> THIRTY GLASSES OF SCOTCH LATER <

>>424304
>> fuck, gotta get to PRIME MINISTER

>>424304
> a few more drinks won’t hurt, it’s only ten o’clock. Maybe you’ll get some chips too.

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>>424304
>> fuck, gotta get to PRIME MINISTER
NO TIME FOR SOBRIETY

>>424304
> fuck, gotta get to PRIME MINISTER
And put one down for the road.

>>424304

30? The fuck is wrong with you? Makes me ashamed to be one of your head voices. That said, nothing you haven't been through before. Grab some metabolic booster meds, some food, and an upper to chase that shit load of downers. You probably have some left in your bag.

> Get your head on straight.
> Go to the Prime Minister
> Vomit before you get there so you don't get it on his shoes

>>424304
> a few more drinks won’t hurt, it’s only ten o’clock. Maybe you’ll get some chips too.
Appointment's in the afternoon, we're FIIIIINE as long as we don't throw up all over his shoes.

>>424331
Don't be a killjoy, we go to this bombastically drunk.

>>424338

It won't make her 'right', but it'll at least make her able to stand up straight.

>>424304
> fuck, gotta get to PRIME MINISTER

Grab a pack of salt and vinegar crisps on the way out.

>>424304
>> fuck, gotta get to PRIME MINISTER

>>424304
>>424331
supporting this, getting to the PM, listen to what the higher-ups have to say, sounds better drunk...

> fuck, gotta get to PRIME MINISTER

FUCK IT! Gotta get to prime minister thacher or whatever their fucking name is. You’re an Officer in the Mobile Infantry! You can handle being drunk for like five minutes! “Barkeep, one for the road!” The Barkeep, apparently all too eager to give you more since you paid well enough, hands you a bottle of scotch. “And some crisps, don’t hold out on me or I’ll bash yer fooking skull in.” A bag of crisps plops down on the counter. “Thanks awfully.”

You take the time to steady yourself against the wall outside the tavern. After a few minutes, everything stops spinning. That doesn’t mean you aren’t still walking like a fucking invalid running a XIIc suit. If anything, things are much MUCH more difficult with the spinning.

Oh god. Gonna throw up. Fucking fuck.

“Uh, ma’am?” A schoolboy walks up to you, surprised. “Are you alright?”

“Fuck ya doing during school hours, boyo!?” you yell. Who the fuck does he think he is!? “I’m a fooking Officer in the Mobile Infantry with a tour of duty and a fooking Terran Cross and I swear, I’ll gaez ya a fooking lashing if you’s skipping!”

“N- no!” He shakes his head. “I- I was on my way to the Federal Service Depot. My recruiter was gonna take me to the processing station today. A- are you sure you-“ You’re about to tell him to fuck off before you vomit all over his shoes. “Ah! You’re fucking crazy!” He runs off, splattering your breakfast all over the streets.

Gugh… that feels better. You wipe your mouth then turn back. “Service guarantees-“ OH SHIT GONNA THROW UP AGAIN.

-

-

Okay, okay. Feeling a bit better. Still swaying. Things are- things are slightly okay. Head’s still hurting. Oh…

You finish off the last of the scotch, then toss it in a bin. Okay, that’s better. You can do this. You can do this.

The Federal Building in Aberdeen it’s uh…

It’s big. And there big banners as well. You can’t even describe at this point. It dulls the horror of bureaucracy you guess. You open the doors, and stumble in. Thankfully, the place is busy so no one really notices you’re plastered like a statue. You walk up to the front desk, and lean forward on it, surprising the receptionist. “… 12 O’clock with Prime Minister Thach,” you say.

[1/2]

>>424433
[2/2]

“Oh.” The Receptionist checks it on his computer. You notice his arm has been replaced by a mechanical one. Very spiffy actually. “Yep, you’re about ten minutes early. I can have you walked up there but uh…” He takes a sniff. “… you wanna reschedule?”

“Fook off, let’s do this,” you say. He nods, motioning a couple of MPs to you.

-

-

Top floor of the Federal Building, and the top office of them all behind those steel doors. The MPs open it up, letting into an oval office that rivals that of the former White House all those… it was either 200 or 300 years, you’d know this if you weren’t drunk. Um, shit. Inside at her desk is Prime Minister Hilda Thach, and standing next to the desk as well Sky Marshall Klive Matthis.

> PRIME MINISTER HILDA THACH <
> Prime Minister of the Citizens’ Systems Federation <

> SKY MARSHALL KLIVE MATTHIS <
> General-in-Chief of the CSF Federal Armed Forces <

You salute them, trying to stand straight. “Madam.”

“Lieutenant.” PM Thach tilts her head, looking at you through those shiny glasses with a look that could kill. “… are you drunk?”

> “No.”
> “Yes.”
> “I had a few drinks.”
> Other

>>424437
> “No.”
> “Yes.”
> “I had a few drinks.”

>>424437
>"Don't even worry about it."

>>424437

>>424445
>>424445
>>424445
>>424445
It's perfect.

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>>424437
>> “I had a few drinks.”

>>424437
>"Not as much as I'd like to be, ma'am."

>>424437
>> “I had a few drinks.”

>>424437
>"I had a few drinks."

>>424437
>>424445

>>424437
>> “No.”
>> “Yes.”
>> “I had a few drinks.”

What are the odds we have Space Oddity on our playlist?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cYMCLz5PQVw

>>424437
>Federation
"For the Federation!" Salute.
..."No. Yes. I had a few drinks." gotta look at people's forehead, keeps us from getting (seeing) evil stares.

>>424508
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lk3YxfLq3Qs suits us better.

>>424437

> No
> Yes
> I had a few drinks

Also, fucking would-be Cockney bint.

> Some combination of everything

“No.” You blink. She leans back in her big chair, folding her arms, continuing to glare at you while Sky Marshall Matthis stands awkwardly to the side. “Okay, yes. I may have had a tiny few drinks on the way here, Madam.”

The Prime Minister blinks. “I assume they must have been pretty good drinks if you’re plastered like that. Just take a seat on the couch.” You nod, ending your salute, then flop onto the couch. Fuck, this feels so good you’re melting YOU NEED THIS COUCH. She looks to the Sky Marshall. “You didn’t tell me about this.”

“I didn’t know about this,” he says.

“Regardless. I suppose we must continue with the reason we called you here, Lieutenant. I am a busy woman but uh…” She stands up out of her chair, sighing deeply. She brushes her grey locks back, then steps to the window, staring outside. “You know, the Federal Service is a grand thing. Four years, and you get the right to vote, and the right to hold public office. I daresay my time in the Federal Service was the best four years of my life, Lieutenant.”

Wow, this carpet. You press your hand on it. So soft.

“But unfortunately, that’s no longer the case. We’ve been at war with the bugs for so long, and now people are getting war weary. They’re tired, they’re not donating, they’re not enlisting, they’re not -fighting-.” PM Thach shakes her head, then turns to you. “And I’ll be damned if I ever sign a peace with those rock crawling, slime spewing, -communists- people call Bugs. We need to win this war. And I believe you may be our answer.”

You grunt.

“… a little feedback would be nice, Lieutenant,” she says.

“Well, as… as the first woman to receive a commission in the Mobile Infantry.” You reach up, groaning a bit. “… I dunno.”
“The news of you receiving commission bumped enlistment rates by almost twenty percent,” says PM Thach. “And the induction of women in the Mobile Infantry was an even greater move but now, we have recruitment issues. We have budgetary problems, we have-…” She rubs the bridge of her nose, groaning, then looks to your PDA sticking out of your pocket. “What’s that?”

“My PDA, sorry, I was fucking about with some music, madam,” you say.

[1/2]

>>424567
[2/2]

She squints a bit, then walks on over. She pulls it out and scrolls through your playlist. “Is this music popular with the youth?”

“Must be,” you say. Shuffle won’t stop playing it after all.

…

PM Thach turns to Sky Marshall Matthis. “Sky Marshall, doesn’t your daughter really love that one singer, Shujumi or whatever her name is?”

“Shannon Shujumi!” Sky Marshall Matthis smiles a little. “She’s an Idol Singer out of Tokyo, sings a lot of songs, gets-“

“Could we-“ PM Thach interrupts him. “Recruit her to sing a couple of uh… war songs for the effort?”

“Um, she’s worth like millions, Madam, we’d never afford her,” says the Sky Marshall.

“Damn.” PM Thach places her hands on her hips, grimacing a bit. She then turns to you. “Lieutenant. I believe I have the solution to our problems. I called you in here to go on a recruiting tour, to try and drum up support but now I believe we have a new idea.” She sits down on the couch next to you, smiling slightly. “How would you like to manage an Idol or two for the war effort?”

> “… what?”
> “… huh?”
> “… does this mean I won’t get to fight anymore?”
> Other

>>424575
>> “… huh?”

>>424575

> "...huh?"
> "I fucking hate kids."

Seems accurate.

>>424575
>> “… does this mean I won’t get to fight anymore?”

>>424575
>> “… huh?”

>>424589
Support.

>>424575
> “… huh?”

>>424575
>> “… huh?”
"They have to sing what I like then?"
Assure them, you have great taste in music. And these Eydolls... you're an expert in those too.

>>424575
>"Why can't I be the idol?"

>>424615
Gonna go with this, here.

>>424615
>>424575
She can be an idol! She's got a figure! None of those little brats do!

> “… huh?”

You blink. “Um. Huh?”

She sighs, leaning back on the couch. “Look, Lieutenant, I know you’re drunk, but let me put this very simply. You have command experience. You know how to manage troops. And since your tour of duty is up, I cannot legally send you back to the front unless you go career.” Which you’d have to take a lot of drinks to convince you. “But, this way, you can still serve the Federation.”

“B-… Idols? Wh- what do you mean? How do you plan on this?”

“The Ministry of War Information can give you more details later, I will send them something to iron out.” She stands up off the couch, looking at you with immense disdain. “But you Lieutenant. Your job will be to find the Federation some Idols who can sing, dance, and do… cute stuff in the name of the Federation. That boosts recruitment, that gets us war bonds. You’ll be joining the next Propaganda Drive and there you’ll have two months to reach your target window. Got that?”

“… sort of,” you say. You’re not drunk for this shit. “D-… do I have to do Idol stuff?”

“If you were say… six years younger and not a trooper, I’d say yes. But for now, stick to producing, Lieutenant.” Wh- what’s that supposed to mean? “I’ll wire Colonel Lambert in the MWI. Report to him in the evening, say… eight o’clock or so? In the meantime, go find three girls who are nice, have lovely singing, and are willing to enlist.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” You stand up. Okay, wait. Hold up. Even Sky Marshall Matthis looks surprised. “Enlist? You want them to fight on the frontlines?”

“Yes,” says the PM. “How will the Idols of the Federation look if they’re sending people to their deaths while enjoying the luxury of the rear? They must lead by example. That’s what the Federation is built on.”

“W- well, can’t we find girls in the Mobile Infantry then?” you ask.

“Have you ever SEEN girls in the Mobile Infantry?” That-… Okay, the muscles might put most people off. “No, we need a public face for the troopers and the Federal Fleet I suppose. We need cute girls who are willing to sing praises of the Federal Service. And I figure, as the first woman to be commissioned as an Officer in the MI, you may be the perfect candidate to lead them. Probably not on the ground since you’re not a career officer but-” She holds up a hand, smiling smugly. “I’m sure what I’ve come up with is an amazing idea. Wouldn’t you say?”

[1/2]

>>424803
[2/2]

This is fucking STUPID.

“Now, I take care of those who help me,” says the PM. “Do this, and I will ensure you get a safe retirement, away from the war, away from all the killing. You’ll get a nice cushy cabinet spot where you have to count the grass clippings on the lawn maybe. Does that sound fair?”

“I uh…”

“Good.” Okay, I guess you don’t have a say in this, wow. Fuck you too, Prime Minister. “Go find three young girls. You can expand the roster later at your discretion. I’ll have a car waiting for you to pick them up. Once you have your girls, report to the MWI building, just down the street, okay?”

“But-“

“But what?” She really doesn’t want to hear any buts right now.

> “… nevermind.”
> “Where do I find girls?”
> “I don’t know how to produce Idols!”
> Other

>>424806
>> “I don’t know how to produce Idols!”

So is this a variation of Merc Command's cyber idols?

>>424806
>I'm cute...

>>424806
>> “Where do I find girls?”
"ITS NOT LIKE MOBAGE WHERE YOU CAN PRAY ON RNG AND HOPE GET GOOT GACHA!!!"

>>424806
>> “Where do I find girls?”

>>424818
Sort of, I'm improvising at the moment and I don't even have any idol mechanics ironed out at this stage. Maybe next thread if there is one.

I don't even know how idols work but I thought the idea was so fucking funny that I decided to say, "fuck it, i'll make it work"

>>424806
>> “Where do I find girls?”

Next thread, earlier please.

>>424806
>> “… nevermind.”

>>424821
Continuing with the "I can totally be an Idol..." Route. We can be the tomboy!

If that (likely) fails, though, go with

HOW I FIND GIRLS?!

>>424821
Aww... Now we have to go with this.

>>424821
Fuck it, voting this

>>424806
Seconding >>424821

>>424806

This sounds like morally objectionable HORSE SHIT! Fuck her for wanting to drag girls younger than you before your enlistment out to the front lines to run a pony show.

> "I'm out."

>>424830
So how far are we going with the cute girls doing cute things aspect in this?

>>424821
>>424866
>>424806

Alternately this... But sending sixteen your olds out to the fucking front lines is shit.

>>424806
>>424866
This

>>424821
Make sure to add a sniffle to this.

>>424806
>>424821
What hath you wrought Schteel?

>>424806
>>424830
This because if not I want German to have bugs eat these prissy bitches

>>424437
> PRIME MINISTER HILDA THACH <

>Female Prime Minister
>Women in the armed forces

How to fuck up your country 101

> Other

“I-…” You’re honestly hurt. How can someone not think you’re cute? “I’m cute…”

The Prime Minister smiles, then places a hand on your shoulder. With a warm smile and a loving expression, she says to you, “No you aren’t.” … well fuck you too then. “Now get out of here, get producing some idols. I want some war bonds sold by the end of the week and those recruitment rates spiking.”

You sigh.

-

-

“Lieutenant!” A very fresh faced private with a mechanical arm and a pair of mechanical legs as well greets you. “I’m Career Corporal Adrian Mills!” He offers his mechanical arm for you to shake. Ugh, you might as well humor him. “The Prime Minister has assigned me to be your personal assistant. I’ll drive you, I’ll get your groceries, I’ll even take a bullet for you, or whatever you need me to do, ma’am!” Considering the state of him…

“That’s nice, Corporal,” you say. “You have a car?” He nods, motioning to a very plain Infantry Land Rover. Hm, well, that’s not going to be very attractive with its OD paint and the really utilitarian flavor of its aesthetic. Eh, you’re not dragging girls off the street you suppose. He takes the driver’s seat and you take up the passenger side.

“It’s an honor to be working with you, Lieutenant!” He grins happily. You know, his eagerness is actually kind of contagious. A few bottles of scotch later in the evening should fix that. You pop a few sobriety pills along with a metabolic booster, then prep yourself. “Where shall we go first?”

Right, what to do, what to do, where do girls go during war?”

> Recruiting Depot, there has to be some girls you can weasel out of Fleet.
> The School, it’s familiar territory, maybe someone’s doing a play or something.
> The Factories, since men are mostly on the front, women got to do the manufacturing where robots can’t.
> Other

>>424976
>The nearest Mirror, you're cute Dammit!
> Recruiting Depot, there has to be some girls you can weasel out of Fleet.

>>424976
>> Recruiting Depot, there has to be some girls you can weasel out of Fleet.

>>424976
>> Recruiting Depot, there has to be some girls you can weasel out of Fleet.
>> The School, it’s familiar territory, maybe someone’s doing a play or something.

>>424976
>> The School, it’s familiar territory, maybe someone’s doing a play or something.
Also, since we're a cake, we need to make every possible attempt to get Mills into bed with us.

>>424976
> The Factories, since men are mostly on the front, women got to do the manufacturing where robots can’t.

>>424976

> The Recruiting Depot
then
> The School
Specifically, in starship troopers, people elect whether or not to enlist during their academy days before physically intensive boot camp. The school can give you records from interviews for career applicants or other people interested in joining the military beforehand. Narrow down that margin by those in theater, gymnastics, singing and music.

>>424976
Fuck that bitch, we're the cutest! Though being drunk and smelling of vomit didn't help.

>> Recruiting Depot, there has to be some girls you can weasel out of Fleet.

>>424989
>Also, since we're a cake, we need to make every possible attempt to get Mills into bed with us.
Only if we know for sure it will fail. After all, the joke is only funny if we fail.

Is Starship Troopers only big in the USA? I live in England and no-one has ever mentioned it.

>>424976
We also need to now nervously check ourselves in the mirror. Clearly something is amiss because we were voted cutest girl in class back in middle school. Twice!

>>425024

It was written by an American author as a lampoon of American military war worship. After a mixed critical response nationally, the movie became a pulp classic, though not overwhelmingly popular outside the US

>>425024
The book should be read by every grunt in the army and marine core. The movie? People seem to like it. It was okay. French director wrote the transition so instead of highly elite troops it was a bunch of idiots marching towards murderous bugs.

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>>425024
>>425037

Robert A. Heinlein actually wrote Starship Troopers in praise of American military worship, seeing people who have fought and laid down their lives for their government as his idea of a utopia.

The director of the movie Paul Verhoeven wrote it kind of differently, considering he lived under Nazi occupation. The movie's a very VERY biting satire of the book (and is surprisingly relevant even today).

It also spawned a pair of shitty sequels, one of which gave us the gem that inspired the Quest.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KIsv1YOFNys

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>>424976
>The Factories, since men are mostly on the front, women got to do the manufacturing where robots can’t.
we probably wouldn't find idol material back at the bar, more's the pity

>>425054
>Robert A. Heinlein actually wrote Starship Troopers in praise of American military worship
Ain't so sure about that, considering the hippie-ness of Stranger in a Strange Land and the libertarianism of The Moon is a Harsh Mistress.

>>425046
>book should be read by every grunt in the army and marine core
It's a long-winded political essay about how a military government is the greatest, while using a completely fictional history to justify why it's the greatest and makes sense.

>>425083
Right I'm aware I read it. Schteel's a bit off it wasn't glorifying military worship he wrote several novels depicting the extremes of different ideologies. Perhaps their perfect societies.

I'm just saying if you're headed into the military it's a great read.

>>425098
I read it when I was in my period of enlistment and while I couldn't put it down, it was so fucking BORING. I swear.

>>425105
Yeah it does sort of drag, but it was extremely short.

>>425098
Pff, what do American toy soldiers now of war?
Read Jünger's Storm of Steel and von Salomon's The Outlaws.
If you're feeling a bit lefty, why not Grass' The Tin Drum and Peeling the Onion too?

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>>425141
>what do American toy soldiers now of war?

>>425141
/pol/ stop before you start. This is about cute girls singing cute songs. Also, no matter what that cunt says, we are still a cute girl. Schteel, make sure we start wearing cuter clothes and probably putting on makeup occasionally.

> Recruiting Depot, there has to be some girls you can weasel out of Fleet.

-

-

The Federal Service Recruiting Depot was set in Public Square, smackdab on the corner of a four way intersection next to the square where stood a memorial to those who lost their lives in the war. It was a trio of transport corvettes, along with a trooper in a suit looking up to the stars. Simple, but effective.

The Depot itself however was a grand building, several stories high, with the Federal Eagle plastered on the front. However, you could see that the building itself didn’t have as many willing applicants as it did five years ago when you were enlisting. There used to be long lines out the door, with a war going on and all.

Now, besides the recruiters standing outside, it was almost deserted.

“Wait here, Mills.” You step out of the car, then step up to the recruiters, a pair of MI troopers. They salute you, standing at attention.

Hm.

Okay, when you were enlisting, the recruiters were missing limbs and legs. Now they’re whole. Something’s off here. “As you were.” They nod, relaxing back and leaning against the wall. “Any new applicants here today?”

“Only a few,” says one of them. “And only for Fleet. We’re just taking our break, ma’am.” Fine, fine. “Go ahead and step in, would you like some coffee or something?”

> “Coffee would be great.”
> “No, I got some girls to recruit.”
> "Actually, run down to the store and get me some scotch or something. I'll spot you some cash."
> Other

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>>425149
All this time I've been imagining that we look like Balalaika

>>425149
>/pol/ stop before you start.

Being well read makes me /pol/ now?

>>425156
>> "Actually, run down to the store and get me some scotch or something. I'll spot you some cash."

>>425156

> Put a pot on and one of you run down to the store. I'll need a sweet creamer and a bottle of scotch. I'll pay you back."
> As for the other, if you could point me to an empty meeting room and toward either the present cadets or the person who would be able to point out recent visitors and assignees.

If possible, sniping a person who just enlisted and reassigning them would be best.

>>425163
>>425172

Cute girls like sweet things. We need creamer.

>>425156
>>425190
This

>>425156
>>425190
Fine fine backing this.

>>425156
Changing >>425172 to >>425190

>>425156
commencing support for
>>425190

>>425204
We need this

> Other

“Just put a pot of coffee on and get some sweet creamer and scotch. Can you handle that?” One of the recruiters salutes you, then heads away to get the items requested. “I’ll spot you the quid, don’t worry.” You motion to the other recruiter. “Rent me an empty meeting room and see if you can get me some recent visitors and poolees. Make a few calls for me on any girls that look cute, alright?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he says.

And with that, about half an hour later you were sitting in an empty conference room with Mills, with a bottle of scotch and a glass and a pot of coffee with packets of creamer, sugar, and other sweets. The recruiter was actually kind enough to put you across the hall from the Fleet offices, where a few Fleet officers were playing a film for the three girls. They seemed a bit bored, disinterested, except for one of them sitting in the center.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oaOF2yFJKpU

> WE NEED PILOTS, WE NEED YOU! <

> FROM THE AGILE TAC FIGHTER TO THE MIGHTY DREADNAUGHTS, NO SHIP IS EVER RUN BY SOME ROBOT! <

> THEY NEED A HERO! <

Ugh, that’s almost as worse as the one with the dragon. Who directs these commercials?

You lean back in your seat, waiting, waiting.

…

Nobody’s taking an interest, eh? Hmph.

> See if you can snipe the girls after their session.
> Try and poach them now, MI does the dying, Fleet can fuck off for like five minutes.
> This isn’t working, try another location.
> Other

>>425353
>> Try and poach them now, MI does the dying, Fleet can fuck off for like five minutes.
Sell the glamorous life of an idol hard. This is the time to show off our charm!

>>425353
>> Try and poach them now, MI does the dying, Fleet can fuck off for like five minutes.

>>425353
> Try and poach them now, MI does the dying, Fleet can fuck off for like five minutes.

Yeah! Fuck those chair sittin' hot breakfast havin' fresh laundry wearin' mop jockies!

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>>425353
> Try and poach them now, MI does the dying, Fleet can fuck off for like five minutes.

Seriously though schteel, we're cute right?

>>425353
>> Try and poach them now, MI does the dying, Fleet can fuck off for like five minutes.

>>425353

> Try and poach them now.

>>425416
You're as cute as a girl in a Mark XIIc Paladin Commander Suit trying to navigate rocky terrain.

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>>425450
Sooo still pretty cute?

>>425463
Cute as a trooper training to use his suit but failing the "pick up an egg" test.

>>425468
So as cute as a klutz?

>>425471
Sort of.

>>425478
Sounds pretty cute! Haha! We are the cutest!

>>425487
No we're not

>>425494
Don't you take this from us. We need it.

>>425494
We're still pretty goddamn cute.

> Try and poach them now, MI does the dying, Fleet can fuck off for like five minutes.

You slam the door open, surprising all the Fleet sergeants and the trio of girls. “How would you girls like to join the Mobile Infantry!?” Everyone stares at you as the film continues on, showing off the vast might of the Federal Fleet, from the lowly TAC squadron to the mighty battlecruisers and carriers. “… come on, don’t listen to these guys, Fleet’s boring. All you do is fly in space and shoot things from a distance. In the Mobile Infantry, you get to wear the Paladin suits!” Back when you were a trooper, they were called Marauders. They must have changed it for political correctness purposes or something. “And you get to blast bugs up close and personal! So whaddya say!?”

…

One of the Fleet Sergeants coughs. “Uh, ma’am. Do you think you could wait-“

“Fun fact!” You hold up a finger. “I need idols for the Mobile Infantry, to spread the joys of the Federal Service from here to Zegema Beach! You get to sing, you get to dance, you get to fight on the frontline as well!” You grin, trying to get the three girls going. They just seem to look at you as if you’re crazy.

One of the Sergeants whispers in the ear of his colleague. “Is that that Terran Cross girl?”

“It is, shut up,” says the other one.

“So who’s with me?” you ask.

…

One of the girls raises her hand. “Sorry, um, I’ve already signed my papers going into Fleet.”

“Me too,” says the other. Oh. Well, that’s disappointing. You look to the third, who meekly looks down.

You sigh. “Oh well,” you say. “I’ll be in the other room then. Sorry for interrupting you boys, if I can call you that since you’re in Fleet and all.” They glare at you, obviously frustrated at having their session interrupted by a groundpounder. You step out of the office, sighing.

You need a drink.

“Not go well, ma’am?” asks Mills as he fiddles with the mechanics on his legs.

“Quiet, Mills.” You sit down in your seat, grumbling. You pop the cork on your scotch and sigh. Welp, here’s to the Mobile Infantry and to Company K, lest we forget-

“Um, ma’am?” You blink, looking up to see the third girl again. She adjusts her glasses a bit, brushing her hair back. “Wh-… what did you say about Idols again?”

Well, fuck. SHE’S ACTUALLY INTERESTED.

… YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO RECRUIT PEOPLE.

> Offer her some coffee, try and be like a silly mom or some such.
> Lay it out to her straight, like your recruiter did. If you had a mechanical arm, you’d take it off and let her feel it like he did to you.
> Boast about the war as best as possible. Maybe she’s one of those military nerd types.
> Other

>>425540
>> Boast about the war as best as possible. Maybe she’s one of those military nerd types.
She was the one interested in the film right?

>>425555
Correct, the one actually paying attention.

we are cute and bitches are going to know it

>>425540
> Lay it out to her straight, like your recruiter did. If you had a mechanical arm, you’d take it off and let her feel it like he did to you.

We don't fling bullshit while recruiting like Fleet does. Shit flinging is strictly a PT thing in the Mobile Infantry.

>>425561
Is she cute?

>>425540
>> Boast about the war as best as possible. Maybe she’s one of those military nerd types.
Add in some patriotism. She's not just an idol, she's going to be a Morale Officer! It will be her songs and beauty that inspire men to live on where they might have died.

>>425540
>> Offer her some coffee, try and be like a silly mom or some such.
so can you sing? and do cute things ?

>>425540

> Offer her some coffee
> Then lay it out to her straight, like your recruiter did.
> No bullshit, no mincing words. The war effort is struggling to keep going without any fuel going into the fire, and for that, people have to be motivated to, well, care. It isn't what most people think about when they think about serving, but if she's willing to do her part in this unorthodox way, it could mean far more than putting her ass in a pilot's seat somewhere out in empty space.

>>425570
It's anime. All girls a cute.

>>425540
>> Offer her some coffee, try and be like a silly mom or some such.
>Most importantly. Ask if she thinks your cute.

>>425569
>>425573

We gotta add some bullshit to it. Idols are all about selling an ideal to men to whip them into fanaticism.

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>>425584
>Grown-ass possibly crazy woman asks a young girl if she looks cute

>>425616
Cakes get weird.

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>>425468
Cute Schteel.

>>425616
No one sad we were stable. And we're rum cake. Probably a bit cray cray.

>>425540
>> Lay it out to her straight, like your recruiter did. If you had a mechanical arm, you’d take it off and let her feel it like he did to you.

>>425616
That's the way of the Christmas Cake, anon.

>>425667
we got a cute complex now

>>424943
But for German story everyone is a woman even the men

>>425686
>The most romantic thing the love interest will say is "You're cute" and mean it

> Offer her some coffee, try and be like a silly mom or some such.

You motion to the coffee pot, smiling. “So, sweetums, would you like some coffee? A bit of creamer with it as well?” She blinks, then shakes her head. “Not a fan of coffee?”

“Er-, it’s a bit too bitter for me,” she says softly. “I’m uh… I like energy drinks I guess.” She’ll love the adrenaline drinks they give the MI to keep them going on long drops. Now those were good, especially wild cherry.

“Well, hey, I got some wild cherry adrenadrink in my bag-“

She holds up her hand, a bit adamant. “Wh- if I become an Idol, d-do I get to be a citizen?”

You blink. “Well, yeah!” You smile, trying to beat around the bush. She’s obviously a bit uncomfortable and truth be told so are you. “I mean, everyone’s a citizen when they do the Federal Service. I mean, legally if you want to do Federal Service we have to take you. It doesn’t matter if you’re blind, deaf, dumb, and missing both arms and legs. We’ll find a use for you! Why, I knew a guy that-“

“So, d- do I get to pilot anything?” she asks. You blink.

“Well… a suit is something you wear rather than pilot,” you explain. “It’s not a spacesuit but it can act as one. It’s not a tank but it’s much more well-armored than one and much more mobile than it. A suit’s a hell of a thing to pilot you know. You know, there’s an egg test in training where if you can’t figure out how to pick up an egg in three tries, you’re done for the day and they send you back to the racks. And then-“

“Be honest with me,” she says, now fully determined. “Can you make me a citizen?”

…

[1/2]

>>425694
That depends, do you think I'm cute?

>>425694
[2/2]

“Well, I-“ You cough, clearing your throat. Okay, silly mom routine hasn’t taken off. You’re surprised at how… patriotic she is. Most girls your age didn’t really care about being a citizen so much as wanting to look cool in a uniform. “I mean, it’s not exactly-“

“I’ll do anything you ask!” she says. “Please, you have to give me a chance! Th-… my grades aren’t good enough for Fleet, and my- I have to wear glasses because I’m legally blind without them which means the MI won’t take me either! And I can’t stand the idea of spending the war behind a desk or burning my fingers off in some factory! I-… I can’t sing or… dance… or- I’m not exactly…” She motions down to herself, glum. “I’m not as cute looking as you.”

Wait, she thinks you’re cute?

She looks down.

> “We’ll talk later. What’s your name?”
> “We’ll make you a citizen, kid.”
> Other

>>425698
>“We’ll talk later. What’s your name?”

>>425698
>Wait, she thinks you’re cute?

> “I'll do everything I can to make you a cute citizen, kid.”

>>425698
>> “We’ll make you a citizen, kid.”
but she can be cute mascot well killing things

>>425698
Seconding >>425702

>>425698
>> “We’ll make you a citizen, kid.”
Any way I can, you're gonna be a citizen.

hay when peopel are in teh suite would useing glasses be usless? so she could see normaly without them

>>425698

> "Tell me kid, what's the major concern with you becoming a citizen? Now, as I told you, you serve, you're a citizen. You've served your civic duty and all that. Still, something tells me it runs deeper for you. Give me your answer, and I'll give you mine."

Not sure if she's actually not cute or just being modest, but we could totally get her hooked up with something she's good at. Sound design, system control, hell, maybe a bi-plane for performances or a light suit with jet boosters.

>>425710

All suits have an advanced optical control unit built in, according to the lore. Adding a magnification subroutine wouldn't be hard.

>>425698
>She thinks we're cute!
>We're going to make her a goddamn double citizen!

>>425715
>>425724
ausome when shes in the suite she can see
umm mate i think she said she dosnt want to be on teh sidelines, she wants to be fighting
i thin her fimaly wore all famouse fighters or something
i know that way i wanted to go into the army and it was going to be frontline rilfeman

>>425724
>>425715

Of course, this is ignoring that Lasik is totally a thing. If she becomes an idol, we might be able to pew pew her eyes all better. She just has to give us SOME sort of talent we can work with.

> “We’ll make you a citizen, kid.”

You stand up, smiling. “We’ll make you a citizen yet, kid.” She blinks, looking up at you. Legally, you have to take her into the Federal Service anyway if she requests it. Doesn’t mean you have to stick her behind a desk where she pushes papers for the MI Officers. You’ll make something of her yet. “What’s your name?”

“Rosalie O’Connor,” she says. “I promise, I’ll find some way to help you.”

> ROSALIE O’CONNOR <

“That’s fine,” you say. “Um, got any talents or interests?”

She rubs her chin, thinking a little. “Well, um… no not really.” Wow. She was really overshooting with Fleet. “I mean, my Dad was in the Federal Service so he taught me most of everything, at least until he bought the farm.” Oh, oh… “D- don’t worry about it. He had a good life, and he died a citizen.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say. “Well, I’ll have the papers sent to you, you fill them out and get them back to the recruiters here, they’ll give you your 1-A.” She smiles happily, grinning. “In the meantime, I have other idols to recruit. In fact, you’re the first girl I’ve recruited so far.” Her grin gets even wider with pride. “But don’t let that go to your head, alright?”

She nods. “Alright!”

…

Well, what do you do now?

> Head to the school, should almost be time to end class for the day.
> To the Factories, before quitting time.
> “Um, want Mills and I to drive you home?”
> Other

>>425762
hell if terran cybernetics are good enough we could get her robo-eyes that can light up and turn heart shaped and also allow her to snipe things from obscene distances.

>>425788
> To the Factories, before quitting time.
or
> Other
is there some sort of slum around? you can find interesting people if you look though what society tosses out

>>425788

> "Um, want Mills and I to drive you home?"
Then
> The School
Specifically, in starship troopers, people elect whether or not to enlist during their academy days before physically intensive boot camp. The school can give you records from interviews for career applicants or other people interested in joining the military beforehand. Narrow down that margin by those in theater, gymnastics, singing and music.

>>425788
>> “Um, want Mills and I to drive you home?”

>>425788
> Head to the school, should almost be time to end class for the day.
Maybe we can bring her along to vouch for us and help convince other young girls?

>>425799

Also, ask what her father's specialty was, could be interesting.

>>425788
> “Um, want Mills and I to drive you home?”
> To the Factories, before quitting time.

Stalk through the factory, find cute girl, offer "better" life if they think we're cute.

>>425788
>> “Um, want Mills and I to drive you home?”
> ROSALIE O’CONNOR <
fuck me!!! she probs going to be best fighter

>>425802
i change to this one

> “Um, want Mills and I to drive you home?”
> Head to the school, should almost be time to end class for the day.

-

-

The car ride through Aberdeen was relatively silent. You elected to leave Rosalie alone for now as she skimmed through her PDA, looking up all kinds of (public) details about the Paladin line of suits that the MI uses. You could see past the bright light shading her glasses that her eyes were as wide as hubcaps, gleaning every possible detail she could out of it. She was eager and raring to go.

Almost reminded you of you back in the day.

You arrived at her apartment in the one of the more middle class districts. She steps outs, smiling at you. “Thanks for the ride home! Is there anything I need before-“

“Well, hit up the mag-lev and be at the MWI at 8,” you declare. “I’m dropping you off so you can settle your papers with your Mom for now.”

“Oh, my Mom’s gonna be thrilled!” says Rosalie happily. “Thank you, Lieutenant!” She happily turns around skips off to her apartment, giddy as can be.

Mills looks at you, smiling as well. “Oh, I do believe you’ve done a service for her, Lieutenant! It reminds me of me when I first joined, now look what the MI has done for me!” You look at his arms and legs. You wouldn’t say the MI has done things FOR him…

But you remain quiet.

-

-

While you missed the classes, you at least managed to get to school while most of the afterschool programs are on. Maybe you’ll catch someone in theatre or in athletics or something. One of the school counselor smiles at you, happily assisting you. However… “I’m afraid that not so many students are electing to take Federal Service. So we simply don’t have many people that we can direct you to. The ones that have already elected to are already being shipped off to Camp Sugar Watkins down in the Atacama.”

“Well, did anyone express interest in Federal Service and not enlist yet?” you ask.

The guidance counselor shrugs. “A few people here and there, but we try to discourage impulsive thinking. It’s a very important decision going into Federal Service. They’re usually scared off by the H and M teacher.” You gasp. Mister Ruszcyk? She shakes her head. “Sorry, he uh… he re-enlisted. Miss Stoakes is our new H and M teacher.”

Oh. Well, you’re not surprised to be honest.

“If you want, I can direct you to the departments who have people who are interested,” she says. Hm…

> The football team is training, and apparently has a few girls thinking about joining.
> Theatre club is apparently planning a Fednet show. Maybe you might find a patriot.
> History and Moral Philosophy should have one or two girls who are hardcore about doing Federal Service.
> Other

>>425054
>Robert A. Heinlein actually wrote Starship Troopers in praise of American military worship, seeing people who have fought and laid down their lives for their government as his idea of a utopia.
>>425083
>Ain't so sure about that, considering the hippie-ness of Stranger in a Strange Land and the libertarianism of The Moon is a Harsh Mistress.

It's an idealization of a System That Works. They're aware that it's not perfect, but by granting the franchise only to those who served, at least in theory politicians and voters will trend towards the betterment of society instead of petty individual desires. It must be noted too that to be the Sky Marshal you have to start from the ground-up twice, both in the Navy and MI, before you can try for that rank. And they ditch the military academy system for a pure meritocracy where you have to start as enlisted.

>>425864
>> Other
Is there any chance that we could stop by the music club, first?

>>425864
>> Theatre club is apparently planning a Fednet show. Maybe you might find a patriot.
We have our smart girl, and factory girl will be the physical one, so now we need the flighty one

>>425864

Don't forget we have two people.

> Send Mills to the play. He should look for good voices.
> In the meantime, go to the football team, since you can better relate to an athletic crowd.
> Other: If there is time, find the Science club. If you're going to have suits on display, why not have a mechanic girl?

>>425864
>shipped off to Camp Sugar Watkins down in the Atacama
Wait, we're in America? I thought we were in Aberdeen, Scotland

>>425895
You are in Aberdeen, Scotland. Camp Sugar Watkins is just one of many MI training camps around the world specially chosen because they're in specifically inhospitable (but not completely inaccessible) environments.

>>425864
>> Theatre club is apparently planning a Fednet show. Maybe you might find a patriot.

> Theatre club is apparently planning a Fednet show. Maybe you might find a patriot.

-

-

You decide to sit far back in the audience, where students (mostly girls) set up the stage and the orchestral pit for the Fednet show in their own little school. “Alright, alright, come on, pick up the pace!” says the theatre director. He’s an old man, and you recognize him as Mister Stewart. You didn’t think he was still here, but well… “My, my, is that you!?” He taps his cane around, looking about, his sunglasses blocking out his burnt out eyes from his Federal Service days. “I hear you made Lieutenant, young lady! Congrats!”

“Thanks, Mister Stewart,” you say. He continues to tap your leg, trying to get a feel for you. “Ah, you don’t need to…” You gently slap his cane away, smiling at him.

“Haha, I assume you’re looking to recruit then?”

“I need girls who can sing, or dance, or preferably both,” you ask.

“Yeah, that’s uh… that’s gonna be a problem,” he says. “We don’t have many girls who can sing or dance, well, effectively anyway,” he explains. “Music club is basically all we have left and their instrumental so… why do you need them?”

“I’m starting an Idol program to help propagandize the war effort.”

“Ah. Well, the theatre is a grand place to start!” he says eagerly. “… just not right now er…” He scans around with his cane, humming. “I know a girl who dances quite well and is very flexible actually but uh…” You tilt your head. “How do you feel about delinquents?”

> “I’m desperate. Show me.”
> “Do you have anything else?”
> “On second thought, I’ll try somewhere else.”
> Other

>>425978
>> “I’m desperate. Show me.”

>>425978
>> “I’m desperate. Show me.”

>>425978
>> “I’m desperate. Show me.”

>>425978
>> “I’m desperate. Show me.”

>>425978

> As a former delinquent, I think we can reach an agreement.

>>425978
>> “I’m desperate. Show me.”
are we still drinking right now?

>>426014
No but you're about to be.

>>425978
>“I’m desperate. Show me.”

That edgy girl would be a good counterpoint to the wholesome girl we have.

And delinquents are always awesome in Schteelquests!

> “I’m desperate. Show me.”

-

-

The three of you walk behind the school’s theatre building, in the growing shade of the sunset over the rooftops. Between the walls and the school building were nothing but rubbish, old papers, and mouse shite. Someone hasn’t been doing their job. Your nose catches a whiff of tobacco in the air. “Her name is Stacy Elson. H and M forced her on me, I mostly let her do what she wants because she is an amazing dancer.” He smiles proudly. “She can even do a full split standing up!” That is impressive.

When the two of you turn the corner, you do find a girl sitting on a trashcan, listening to music, and between her lips a cigarette. She leans back, folding her arms and staring off into space, occasionally nodding to the beat. “Stacy Elson,” you call. She flinches, then looks over at you. She pops her earphones out, glaring at you for interrupting her personal time. “You know who I am?”

“Yeah, you’re that girl that got her commission in the MI,” she says lowly. “If you’re here to recruit me, forget it.”

You fold your arms, then look back at Mills and Mister Stewart. “Give us a minute.” They nod, stepping away behind the corner. You walk up to Stacy, smiling at her. “Mister Stewart tells me you’re a great dancer.”

“He says a lot of things to get rid of me,” says Stacy. “Last week he was telling some talent scouts I sang good.”

“Do you sing well?” you ask in a grammatically correct fashion. She shrugs in response, blowing a puff of smoke out. You fold your arms. “Not a lot of self-esteem, huh?”

“Fuck off, I don’t need to be patronized by some Fedhead.”

> “I got some scotch if you want to share.”
> “Why don’t you show me your split?”
> “Forget you then, pussy. I guess you’re not good enough for the MI.”
> Other

>>426058
> “I got some scotch if you want to share.”

>>426058
>> Other
if you can wow me il share you some scotch i have and its not like the normal mi this is going to be a bit funer? also would you rather be here?

>>426058
>> “I got some scotch if you want to share.”
Take a good pull from the bottle first.

>>426058
>> “Why don’t you show me your split?”
then if she wows us
>> “I got some scotch if you want to share.”

> “I got some scotch if you want to share.”
> “Why don’t you show me your split?”

You take a flask out from your belt, then hold it up. “I got some scotch, wanna share?” She blinks, looking over in surprise. She reaches out for it, but you quickly pull it back. “First though.” She glares back, knowing what’s coming apparently. “Maybe show me that split. Mister Stewart apparently really loves that, and he’s not that easy to impress.” At least, back when you were a student here.

She sighs, pushing off the trashcan. She strips off her hat, then her school jacket, and begins limbering up. “Just so you know, I’m only doing this for the scotch, not for you.” Fair enough. Once her legs are properly limbered up and loosened out, she takes a deep breath, then pulls her leg up and up. Her holds it up, and balances gracefully on her one leg. And all the meanwhile, she glares at you.

Now this is something you can use. “Very good,” you say.

“Scotch, now.” You pause, then uncap it and take a quick chug from it. After leaving some for her, you toss it up to her. She takes it, setting her leg down and standing straight. With a curious look, she takes a sip. Her eyes widen, and she immediately spits it out. “Aauugh- fuck! What the hell is that!?”

“Never had scotch?” you ask.

“You-“ She tosses it back to you, sneering at you. “Look, I did your split, now kindly buzz off. I’m not interested in doing Federal service.”

“Would you be interested in being an Idol?” She tilts her head, confused. “You will have to fight, yeah, but for the most part you’ll be dancing and singing in front of a live crowd. Think a tough girl like you can handle that?”

She bites her lip, folding her arms up. “… I dunno.”

“Stacy Elson right?” She nods. “Well, Stacy…”

> “If you want, head to MWI by 8.”
> “I was a bit like you in school. Then I had to grow up and do the service.”
> “Go ahead and be a civilian the rest of your life then.”
> Other

>>426131
>> “Go ahead and be a civilian the rest of your life then.”

>>426131
>> “If you want, head to MWI by 8.”

>>426131
>> “If you want, head to MWI by 8.”

>>426131

> "I was a bit like you in school, you know."
> "Serving my country and President Neo Trump were some of the greatest years of my life, though."
> "It gave me confidence, training, and opened me up to a world of opportunities I wouldn't have known otherwise."
> "Now, I can't promise this will be 100% safe, but I will promise you that it'll be a once in a lifetime opportunity. You'll go to new and exotic places, inspire people, and when all's said and done, you'll probably be able to go anywhere with the life left ahead of you.

I REPEAT. FUCK SENDING CHILDREN TO ACTUAL WARZONES! FUCK IT!

>>426131
>> “If you want, head to MWI by 8.”

> “If you want, head to MWI by 8.”

“If you want, head to the MWI building by 8, you know the place right?” She nods slowly. “Good.” You check your watch a bit. “It’s getting a bit late. Most kids are probably gonna be heading home soon. Talk it over with your parents, I’ll have papers sent to you post haste for you to sign.”

She shoves her hands in her pockets, grumbling a bit. “This doesn’t mean I’m saying yes.”

“I don’t hear you saying no,” you say. She huffs, turning her head. “I knew a girl like you once, wanted to make a difference in her life, grow up a little. This is that time.” She looks back at you, surprised by that statement. “You’ve got time to think it over, but bluntly speaking I’d take the chance, even if it doesn’t pan out.” You take a quick swig of scotch, and let it burn right down your throat. “You may not like it, but sitting alone out in the streets is no way to live, even if you got a home to yourself.” You turn around, and start to walk away. “Later, Stacy.”

“Yeah, later.” She kicks the ground, spitting her cigarette to and stomping it into the dirt.

You check your watch. It’s right around dinner time now as you meet with Mills and Mister Stewart. “How’d it go?” asks Mister Stewart.

“Swimmingly,” you say. “Thanks for your help, Mister Stewart.”

“Pleasure is all mine, anything for a former student,” he says.

Right, you got one more Idol to go before the sun sets…

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>>426235
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8cnbb7ejzUE

I'm out of steam, and I think this is a relatively safe place to leave off at. I'll probably continue this next week or so along with VBQ. Tomorrow will be LGA2 on /tg/.

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>>426239
Thanks for running Schteel!

>>426239
Thanks for the fun, boss.

>>426239
thanks man

>>426239
Thanks for running this quest!

I forgot the quest title, imagined we would get a combat mission with lots of dice rolls - instead we get ordered to start an idol group, got me by surprise there :).