>>614120
>‘I think she’s able as any of us, sir.’ (Professional angle)*

>>614120
>>‘I think she’s able as any of us, sir.’ (Professional angle)*

I'm getting really tired of /qtg/. Really fucking tired. When did people start picking up egos? "Fans". What the Hell? Can't they just fricking enjoy having a session?

>>614158
>>614158
/qtg/ has always been garbage. I just go there to watch the shitstorms and occasionally banter.

>>614120
I'm nullifying these two votes so I can explain the mechanics of this particular task.
>>614149
>>614156
You have to know the Admiral's personality and how you stand with him. Convince him through reason, logic, emotion and argument as to why she should stay. Reading through his past dealings with you and the Admiralty, as well as other crews, what do you think his angle is? What kind of person do you think?

Is he a professional, rough type more than a business man? Is her personal and forgiving? You can pick any of the 3 angles in the next few prompts, but you have to know him from as accurate an angle as possible. He might be 100 percent Personal, 50 percent Business 30 percent Professional 20 Percent or 60 percent Personal 20 percent Business 20 percent Professional.

YOU MAY REFER TO ME FOR HINTS as this is still an experimental mini-game system.

>>614120
>‘I think she’s able as any of us, sir.’ (Professional angle)*

>>614158
Its hard avoiding worthless assholes when a board donest get very much traffic in the first place. Just hide or report it and move on. Helps the head out alot.

>>614166
>>614170
Here you go, man. I'll nullify this vote until you get through this particular part.
>>614169

>>614169
>>‘I think she’s able as any of us, sir.’ (Professional angle)*
Still choosing this because he's irritated at us, says doesn't want civilians in a warzone, and has called us a bit of a pushover before. And his more personal side isn't gonna come out in front of civilians, so yeah, let's look pragmatic.

>>614169
Since he's a career soldier, I feel like he has a very strong professional streak, though we've seen that he's also got a very personal, protective view of his subordinates. Still, LEIA isn't his subordinate yet, so I feel like the professional angle would work better at the moment.

>>614177
Don't think you guys have read this yet, so I'll nullify this until your second vote. I'm sorry, I'm just experimenting with this system for a bit.
>>614169

>>614173
I was hoping i could read the archives later. Guess i gotta read now. On phone so I'll vote when i catch up.

>>614183
You can actually ask me of aspects of personality that have been revealed so far. I'll read 'em out. I know how hard it is to go through 20-odd rolls of thread. ANything specific you'd like to know in our/your past observations of him?

>>614189
Have we ever seen how he acted in front of civilians? Angry, stern, understanding?

>>614191
Are you still locking in >>614190 ?
You have - the Acting Mayor. He showed a professional decorum and had it out for you when you marched out until you started the waifu wars... which, actually, had him break into an all-out melee with the populace. So, this suggests-

He's highly professional... but not so much that he's above it all. He might have more in common with the low man than the high-rises.

>>614195
>‘I think she’s able as any of us, sir.’ (Professional angle)*
I think I'll lock in my vote.

>>614195
>which, actually, had him break into an all-out melee with the populace.
Ah yes, good times.

>'I think she's as able as any of us, sir." (Professional angle)
Is there any way we can add a little bit of personal stuff into our argument as well?

>>614220
There will be more than one prompt, you'll be able to change angles as the argument goes on.

>>614225
Okay. Then I'll lock in my vote for professional.

Also, this reminds me that I need to try the new Deus Ex game. The trailers for it look cool as hell.

>>614225
>>'I think she's as able as any of us, sir." (Professional angle)
Locking in.

>>614228
It's basically HR Mark 2. Fun but nothing new.

>>614228
My friend told me to wait for the GOTY edition. He said that the DLC/Expansion will probably continue the story.

>>614149
>>614156
>>614170
>>614215
I'm sorry for the slow write-up. I'm trying to try (OI, grammar) new things and mechanics to give you guys a more interactive experience. Just to confirm - I'll be beginning to type in... 5 minutes; unless people have more questions?

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‘I think that she’s able as any of us, sir, if I may be blunt.’

The Admiral rounds on you; you can barely keep it together. You had seen him this angry before once – and you’re not sure that you were willing to… get in front of the bulldozer that was his rage. He exerted a sort of pressure on you, one of authority and experience – and you feel very much small in comparison to him, despite being…

Oh, you lost weight. How wonderful.

‘Don’t take my looseness with your demeanor as an invitation to take a step, Commander.’ He shakes you from your reverie with a dangerous tone, making you gather yourself. You couldn’t afford to turn into a blubbering mess anymore than you already had.

‘I wouldn’t dream of it, sir, but,’ you stand firm, fixing his glare with an earnest gaze. ‘I think that she should be given the chance to serve the cause as much as you or I do. In layman’s terms, I think she should have the right to pay back what she thinks she owes.’

‘You’re saying she has use.’

You shake your head. You hadn’t meant it like that.

‘I’m saying that she’s as able to contribute to the war effort as much as anyone else has.’ You insist – he doesn’t budge… but you do see that his glare softens. ‘You told me yourself, sir, that we need as many hands as we can on deck,’ he grunts, prompting you to revise your approach, ‘in so many words. I think that she’s able to bring things to the table that we’re not able to ourselves. We’re not in the state to turn down any help – and I wouldn’t have brought this to your attention if I didn’t respect you enough to think that you wouldn’t be able to delegate it better than I would. I respect you too much to go behind your back, sir.’

‘It’s good to see you’re honest.’ He crosses his arms, his mustache bristling. ‘Are you even aware of what she brings to the table?’

‘She has two able hands and a boatload of charisma.’ You answer with confidence. ‘I have two staff members who can endorse her personally.’

‘Sh – She’s – !’ the bulky attendant steps up, his face uncharacteristically serious. ‘She – !’

LEIA immediately steps in, saluting… wrongly, but the effort is there.

‘I’m able and willing, sir!’ She declares, much to the chagrin of her manager. ‘If you’re willing to have me, I’m willing to serve like all the grunts out there. Whatever you need, I can give.’

She stumbles slightly, turning red – she gives a quick glance to your bulky attendant.

‘Well… not whatever. But a lot!’ She insists.

The Admiral sighs, giving you a look.

YOU MAY HAVE PERSUADED HIM A LITTLE

>‘I think that she should have the right to defend her home.’ (Personal angle)
>‘Think how this’ll look to the public eye!’ (Business angle)
>‘We need everyone we can get on our side.’ (Professional angle)
>‘You’re right, sir. I apologize.’ END TASK

>>614394
>>‘I think that she should have the right to defend her home.’ (Personal angle)

>>614394
MECH, has the Admiral ever expressed any care for what the public thinks?

>>614407
Nope. He doesn't care for what people think... but he has shown an annoyance at how narrow-minded people are when it comes to the KanMusu. His concern is with his Base and the defense of the realm, and he has shown to look fondly on his personal life and share his experiences with you a few times.

>>614394
>‘Think how this’ll look to the public eye!’ (Business angle)
I think we should push the business side next so we can bring actual facts on the table before we go for the personal angle finisher.

>>614394
>>‘I think that she should have the right to defend her home.’ (Personal angle)

>>614394
>>‘I think that she should have the right to defend her home.’ (Personal angle)

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‘Besides… I think that we all have the right to make our own choice when it comes to this sort of thing.’ You press on, not willing to let go of the small momentum you’d garnered. ‘I think that she should have the right to make her own decision.’

LEIA’s eyes widen, her cheeks slightly red.

‘Sir, I think you understand. She’s already said that she’s willing to do whatever it is that we need from her.’ You repeat, squaring up to the Admiral. ‘You know that much.’

‘Being willing isn’t the same as being able!’ He grunts out – but you there’re small cracks in his voice. He doesn’t falter – not at all – but you can tell that he’s vesting too much emotion in it.

‘Wouldn’t it be worth it if it could make a difference, however, small?’ You argue, taking a firm stance. ‘You took a chance on me, sir, I think that we’re able to do as much as take a chance on her.’ You look to LEIA, then to the manager… then to your two attendants, strengthening your resolve. ‘If she wants to, we should at least be able to give her the courtesy of an opportunity to do good. We didn’t join this war with the idea to turn our backs on the people who’re willing to put themselves on the line when others aren’t.’ You slump slightly… you must’ve jumped through a few regulation barriers in the last five minutes. ‘I’m sorry if this sounds out of line, sir, but I’m afraid that I have to insist.’

‘Not afraid of a left hook this time?’ He raises an eyebrow at you.

‘From you, sir? Every single day of the week.’ You don’t miss a beat.

Again, you look to LEIA, giving her an assuring nod.

‘But she’s willing to give it her all – she’s stepping into this knowing that she might be turned into Abyssal chowder.’

‘WAIT, WHAT?!’

All of you look at her. You feel it… that small sliver of belief, crumbling.

‘We’re on the front lines.’ The Admiral answers crisply. ‘As far as the battlefield holds, anyway.’ She goes a little bit paler at the last word. ‘You did know about this?’

‘Um…’

You turn purple as everything around you seems to crumble…

‘I didn’t.’ She confesses, biting her lip… before staring right at the Admiral. ‘But that doesn’t change that I feel! Sir, I know I may not look the part… and frankly, considering present company… I’m not sure if I want to look it.’

Oh, she’s just trying to get a rise out of you now.

‘Oi.’

‘But that doesn’t mean that I’m any less capable. You need a nurse; you need a hand on the KanMusu, I’m ready and able… Hell, if you need a lounge singer, I’ll…’ She twiddles her thumbs. ‘d – do you need a lounge singer?’

The Admiral gives her a look... and bursts into laughter.

YOU MAY HAVE PERSUADED HIM QUITE A BIT!

>‘You heard her.’ (Personal)
>‘The people love her!’ (Business)
>‘We can use whatever we can get. (Professional)

>>614564
Forgot:

>'You're right, sir, I apologize.' END TASK

>>614564
>>‘You heard her.’ (Personal)

>>614564
>‘You heard her.’ (Personal)

>>614564
>‘You heard her.’ (Personal)

just a thing i just checked on that qtg-bollocks thing, hooboy thats a clusterfuck of dickwavingas any old general on /vg/ just go for the OP pastas, jesus fuck

>>614646
/vg/'s nowhere near that bad. At least X-COM and Street Fighter aren't. There's an embrace into the idea that "everyone is shit but me" and they all have a gay old time with it. These folks seem to take any slight against them personally. I'm appealing for a call for calm and just accept that it's the nature of the board itself... but it looks like people are so far up their own asses that they think that they're... on /lit/.

But eh.

Type up in 20 minutes.

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‘You heard her, sir.’ You give LEIA and your attendants a small smile – your lanky attendant even gives you a thumbs-up.

‘Yes, I have. That still doesn’t answer the question of just what we can get out of her.’

‘Admiral, sir, I think that in the run of things, that question is irrelevant.’

You really hope he doesn’t sock you one right now. You’d sounded downright insubordinate with that last statement – you’d give yourself a hit to a jaw if someone had talked to you like that.

‘Do you now?’

‘Well… not irrelevant, but I think that… well, given that she’s at least prepared to face the consequences, wouldn’t it be unfair of us to not take a chance, sir?’

‘You do realize that you were only given the job because everyone else we could get into a RAY bit the dust?’

Oh, he could get personal too.

Although, by the wrinkles on his face… he doesn’t quite mean it.

‘I never counted your amicability to have any weight in this, sir,’ he snorts, much to your chagrin, ‘I do however think that it’s not easy to earn it either. If anyone’s able to do the good you think they’re capable of… whether they have the skill or the will, they should at least have the courtesy to be given the opportunity. We’re nothing if we’re not at least stubborn holders in self-confidence.’

‘Appealing to my humor doesn’t do you any favors, Commander.’ He says flatly.

‘Then what about what you believe in?’ You honestly don’t know if you’re crossing a line here; but still, if there was a chance that he would be able to see things your way, you had to take it. ‘She’s not trying to stomp her way into a job – Admiral, we’re surrounded by people who think we’re no worse than who we fight. For goodness sakes, they thought the Yakuza were a preferable option to having our MPs patrol the city.’

‘Here we have someone who actually sought us out and believes in our fight.’ You gesture to her – you wonder if you sounded a little preachy at this point. ‘I can’t tell myself I’m not willing to at least give her the benefit of the doubt without calling myself a hypocrite.’

The Admiral’s shoulders slump.

‘This isn’t a sing and dance audition.’ He sighs, wavering slightly.

‘I know it isn’t, Admiral, sir,’ LEIA steps in, her lips thinned into a line… and she does look very much intimidated by him, still, ‘but if you’re telling me to sing and dance in cities inland and pretend that it’s all fine out here… then I would like to… respectfully question your judgment.’

He grunts, crossing his arms.

YOU MAY HAVE PERSUADED HIM A LITTLE

>‘Would that be your judgment?’ (Personal)
>‘The people will like her.’ (Business)
>‘I assure you that I’ll take full responsibility, sir. She’s my endorsement.’ (Professional)
>‘You’re right, sir, this is a mistake.’ END TASK

>>614805
>‘The people will like her.’ (Business)

>>614805
>‘The people will like her.’ (Business)
this kind of stuff is what sells warbonds and crap, right?

>>614837
The Admiralty doesn't get their money through war bonds. They're private and operate on direct funding - however, since the unofficial split from the League of Nations, they've had to resort to other means of fund raising.

Toys, games, real estate... all of it to fund the war effort.

>>614805
>>‘The people will like her.’ (Business)
People like her, people like the Admiralty, and just maybe people start liking the KanMusu again.

>>614805
>>‘The people will like her.’ (Business)

>>614805
>>‘The people will like her.’ (Business)

>>614805
>>‘The people will like her.’ (Business)

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‘The people will like her.’ You point out, confident. ‘A few shows once in a while… it’ll be good for our image.’

‘That’s just dandy, isn’t it?’ He gives you a look – not one of anger, but one of disdain. ‘A small tune and a tapping toe – do you think that those are the kind of things I care for right now?’

‘But if we – ?’

He straightens his shoulders. You immediately keep quiet, not willing to risk his further ire.

‘Commander, does it look like I’m concerned on whether a 19 year-old girl can sing and dance?’ He bites out. ‘This isn’t The Gambling Lights and it most certainly isn’t The Showstopper of the South – we operate under a strict protocol. My job isn’t to care for what I can give to keep the masses happy – my job is to do what it takes to keep them alive.’

‘We don’t lose anything trying to reach out to people.’ You try to reason. ‘Maybe they’ll even start supporting us again.’

His face contorts – it’s as though you had suggested to him that you could fuel fire with water.

‘That is none of my concern.’ He raises a finger. ‘Nor should it be yours.’

You try to press your point, despite the protests echoing from the back of your head.

‘The MPs face scrutiny as they take their patrols, sir. It would be a good move to – !’

‘The MPs will always face scrutiny.’ He says, incredulous. ‘People don’t like authority – they like to know that they’re in charge even if it’s not even in their hands anymore. I took an oath to keep humanity safe, and as long as there are people to protect, that is where my concerns with them will be. To keep them safe and to keep the KanMusu under me alive. You’re telling me I should care about whether a lady in a halter top should keep them happy?’

LEIA jumps in, looking a little offended at the insinuation.

‘What does that have to do with anything?’

‘I’m running a military operation.’ He answers simply, hands behind his back and shoulders broad. ‘If I was worried about how people looked at me, I’d be a quivering mass.’ ‘I’m here to operate on the basis that every action I take may be the last that my KanMusu take.’ You find yourself agreeing – he did have other things that needed his attentions. ‘If a song and dance routine is what you’re trying pull here so the populace can get themselves on our side, you’re dead wrong. My care extends to my base and my men – and I suggest that you stop thinking the world of what people think of you.’

‘Yes, sir.’ You let out, a little deflated. ‘Understood.’

YOU MAY HAVE SLIGHTLY DISCOURAGED HIM

>‘You’d take the same course of action she is, given a change.’ (Personal)
>‘The Admiralty would take a shine to us if we did this.’ (Business)
>‘I assure you I’ll take full responsibility, sir. (Professional)
>‘You’re right, sir. This was a mistake.’ END TASK

>>616458
>‘I assure you I’ll take full responsibility, sir. (Professional)

>>616458
>>‘I assure you I’ll take full responsibility, sir. (Professional)

>>616458
>>‘You’d take the same course of action she is, given a change.’ (Personal)

>>616458
>‘I assure you I’ll take full responsibility, sir. (Professional)

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‘I assure you, I’ll take full responsibility, sir.’ You try to sound assuring, at least. You hope that it doesn’t throw him off too much.

What’s at the forefront of your thoughts, though, is how LEIA’s presence behind the Admiralty – behind the base – would contribute. As loathe as you are to admit it, at the moment, you really couldn’t think of her beyond that of a PR stunt… and that angle didn’t take too well with the Admiral.

‘I will, too, sir.’

To your surprise, your bulky attendant steps in, shaking like a leaf but very much looking like he had made his own decision regarding the discussion.

‘She’s… she’s my endorsement too.’ He declares, looking straight to the Admiral’s flat expression. ‘I don’t want her here, sir, don’t, but we need all the help that we can get. If it’s another set of hands or just someone there to make sure morale doesn’t drop… I’d like to take in the burden of pooling in my responsibility for LEIA – I mean… the extent of her contribution,’ you and the Admiral both frown as he stumbles through his words, ‘to this Base’s operations, sir!’

He snorts, giving the attendant a good-natured smile.

‘I’m not going to send her out there, if that’s what you’re thinking.’ The atmosphere immediately lightens at his words – he had taken a more casual stance now. ‘However… I’m not one to turn down someone so stupid to put themselves on the line for others – especially when they could go around parading themselves in that sort of get-up.’ He throws an unamused glance towards LEIA. ‘Your Uncle know you’re dressing like that, Young Lady?’

You’re reminded that, being an old man, he could be rather conservative at the most inopportune times.

‘I – It properly covers every – you know my – you know who I am, sir?’

‘Of course I do.’ He answers coolly. ‘The ex-Mayor was a good man.’ LEIA immediately lights up at this information. ‘Besides… I remember my first trip into this town… and how a girl that looked awfully like you tried to sneak away with one of my KanMusu’s assigned fairies.’ He pauses, humming thoughtfully. ‘I’m a bit fuzzy on the details… he’s your Uncle, correct?’

‘Yes, sir!’ She salutes. ‘On my father’s side!’

‘Then you must know from his own words I don’t give preferential treatment to anybody.’ LEIA nods at this. ‘You’re going to work as much as I require from anyone else here. We may not be able to fight the Abyssals one-to-one…’ he throws you an accusatory glance, ‘but that doesn’t mean what we do isn’t key. Every single bit counts. Do you understand me?’

‘Yes, sir!’

‘Commander.’ You salute. ‘She’s all yours. I’ll fill out the registrar.’ He turns on his heel, waving to his back. ‘Have a good afternoon.’

‘Sir!’

LEIA and her two friends share smiles. Her manager, meanwhile, sulks.

>>617918
>'Let's sort out accommodation for now.'
>'Manager, you're in contact with the agency, right? Let's get down to it.
>'Let's sort that letter to the fans out for now.'

>>617924
>'Manager, you're in contact with the agency, right? Let's get down to it
Dammit, we missed the opportunity to ask the admiral for permission to leave the base.

>>617924

>>'Manager, you're in contact with the agency, right? Let's get down to it.

Have bulky work on Leia' accomodation.

>>617946
I'm sorry this is late, btw. My friend actually - and this fool is crazy - got wind of my tweet about a KanMusu X-COM game and we decided to give it a go... tabletop style. Spent the whole morning trying to come up with mechanics. So far, it's taken a lot more influence from WH40K and that new tabletop game where you PvE monsters.

8x8 board, each square can hold a set number of units and you start with enough points for 2 DDs. You level up a series of ships according to the mission that you're drawn. It's an interesting prospect and I'll get back to you folks on it to see how it goes.

>>617950
He can't. You're only able to do this because you assured the manager you'll sort it out. He's still here making sure YOU do everything. If you pass anything off to the attendants... you won't be able to sigh her on.

>>617918
>'Manager, you're in contact with the agency, right? Let's get down to it.

>>617954
That sounds pretty cool, good luck with it.

>>617960
Our CoC group finally reached is logical conclusion: Everyone dead. Not insane. Dead. It'll be until Halloween before we organize another group, but 8 fricking months is fun enough. Time to take a short break. This'll serve as an excellent distraction.

We just hope we don't get sued.

>>617957

Christ, what a stick in the mud. Well fine then.

Lets get to work with the agency first.

>>617954
Let us know how it goes.

Go find the related shipgirl's sinking lines. Play them when they sink.

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‘Manager, you’re in contact with the agency, right? Let’s get down to that first.’

The manager gets to his feet, dusting off his slacks. He’d long since rid of his coat… and without the bulky thing, he looked like he could squeeze between the cracks of doors with no issue. He takes a thoughtful pose, looking at the outside world through the slightly dirty – you should really get to organizing a cleaning schedule – windows, his face as blank as before.

‘Hm.’

He lets out a sigh as he approaches you, his brows creased into a frown.

‘Well, it’d be silly to try to establish contact with them now,’ he declares, taking off his glasses and giving them a nonchalant wipe, his lack of respect for your more than apparent, ‘but considering that the Admiral has given you the responsibility of my client… I don’t think anyone will object.’

‘That’s a change of tune from you.’

‘Far from me not understanding your plight,’ he lets out coolly, hands behind his back, ‘I, too, have lost people I care about to the Abyssals. The fact that you’re at the forefront of the charge isn’t something that assures me any more than your apparent insistence at her staying, however.’

‘This is my choice.’ LEIA insists, sitting on the arm of the couch.

‘So what is it that you need for me to do?’ You get down to business; evening would come fast – it would be best to get this sorted out before night came along.

‘Well, let’s get the easy part out of the way first.’ He takes out a folded piece of paper from his back pocket. ‘First, there are my forms.’

He became surprisingly helpful, if a little rough, as soon as the both of you were seated on the couch going through the details. You couldn’t make out some of the jargon, but the manager was patient in explaining what applied where and how some of the forms worked. You don’t think you would have managed through this without him. Before long, there were only two folders left.

‘These are the concert dates, the boxes, just choose whichever one you wish for an excuse and the lawyers’ll enforce it. This is her decision – you’re just practically saying you’re supporting it.’ He gestures to LEIA to approach. ‘LEIA, if you will?’

LEIA sits down next to him, picking up one of the forms and thinning her lips. You knew the feeling all too well.

‘Now, I’ll sign it and it can end there – I’ll be the one sorting her affairs. If you do it, you’re going to have to act as a temporary go-between for LEIA. If you sign off here, they will know that LEIA is here, that she’s taken to your… side, so to speak. If you don’t wish to do so, her temporary disappearance from the music world will be explained at the agency’s discretion… and mine.’

‘Which one do you suggest?’

‘Anything that’ll make me take back the last hour of my life.’ He answers crisply.

>‘I’ll co-sign.’
>‘I’d prefer if you’d do the honors.’

>>617992
>‘I’ll co-sign.’
We did say we'd take full responsibility.

>>617992
>‘I’ll co-sign.’
Were gonna regret this instantly when this gets in the way of more important things, atleast we'll get some popularity for our commercial district.

>>617992
>‘I’ll co-sign.’

>>617992
>>‘I’ll co-sign.’

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‘I’ll co-sign it. Might as well get it out of the way.’ You sigh.

It’s not as if you had a lot of things on your plate, anyway, not at all. A part of you wants to wave a fist at the bulky attendant, but you realize, much to your embarrassment, that you had been a lot more zealous in your argument to have her on board than he had.

With the papers done, the manager gives you an oily business smile, getting to his feet and putting the forms into a spare folder your lanky attendant had procured.

‘All right. Now that that little matter’s settled, I believe that I’ll take my leave.’ He nods at you, then to LEIA. ‘Commander, she’s in your hands now.’

Your brows scrunch, your confusion mounting.

‘Wait a minute, don’t we have a few more things to do?’

‘I’d stay if it were needed, but I trust that you’d have a handle on things?’ He raises an eyebrow, you open your mouth to say something, but he follows up quickly enough that you only close it again. ‘I only deal with the official business, after all. My client’s well-being is now your responsibility.’

‘What about the letters?’

‘Letter.’ He insists, again, nodding to LEIA. ‘LEIA has the address of all the concert venues and organizers. You’re not writing to them, though – you’re addressing an official letter of absence to her fans.’ He dusts himself off. ‘Although I have to admit… by signing this, you know just what you’re getting yourself into.’

More work, more likely than not.

‘There’s not much to worry about. I’ll deal with the company, as riled up as they will be. You will be dealing with everyone else.’

‘And accommodation?’

‘That will be up to her.’ He says curtly. ‘Though, I suppose that you should at least be able to give my client a decent place to nap, at the very least. I’m aware of your limitations, but please don’t expect her to sleep by the side of the road.’ He smirks. ‘She’s a lot more delicate than she looks.’

LEIA bristles, but doesn’t retort.

‘So if you’ll excuse me, I’ll leave you to it. It’s late evening, I have to prepare myself for the abuse from my superiors at how much of a pushover I am.’

You really can’t help but chuckle at that.

‘Commander.’ He begins sincerely. ‘Please take care of her.’

He then points to your bulky attendant, his features creasing even further.

‘Don’t think I don’t extend the same to you.’

Your bulky attendant doesn’t say a word – adopting a steely gaze, he offers a curt nod to the manager. Finally satisfied, he gives a dramatic bow, picking up his coat in one fell swoop, walking down the door and waving one last goodbye to the four of you. LEIA and your bulky attendant share a knowing look before she turns to you, ready to get down to business. Things had gone smooth so far… maybe you could get away with this.

>‘Accommodation.’
>‘Letter time.’

>>618419
Quick question, what do we actually have for accommodations besides rooms with sleeping bags in them and a single mattress the commander and Kaga share?

>>618448

Our complex has spare rooms used for storage.

Can probably arrange for her to stay in one of them.

Cant say i think having her stay in the same building might be that good an idea, considering the state of the showers.

>>618419
>‘Accommodation.’

>>618448
>>618448
You'll be exploring those options by selecting the "Accommodation" option

>>618419
>‘Accommodation.’

>>618419
>‘Accommodation.’

>>618711
>‘You are not going to like it here. I assure you.’

Oh boy, to hell with it, that reaction should be worth it.

>>618711
>>‘You are not going to like it here. I assure you.’
Can we ask her about how she knows Houshou?

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‘Accommodation.’ You indicate your next course of action. ‘We’ll sort that one out for now – by the end of the hour, if it’s possible.’

Scrunching your nose, you lean against the desk; an immediate comes to you – and you think you might as well get it out of the way.

‘Attendant,’ you nod to the man in question, ‘wouldn’t she be comfortable bunking with you?’

The reaction is immediate. The both of them immediately cover their faces, their faces red at the very thought of it. Fighting down a smirk and a snicker, you look to your lanky attendant, who gives you a raised thumb and a wide grin, approving. It’s not long before they gather themselves though, and puffing their cheeks round on you like a pair of sweating red tomatoes.

‘HOW COULD YOU SUGGEST THAT?!’

‘All right, all right, it was just a suggestion.’ You raise your hands, calling for peace. That had been worth the rumbling eardrum. ‘You don’t have to explode on me, ma’am.’ You give them a gesture to sit. ‘Let’s get this sorted out, then – I know you’re insistent that you want to be treated like everyone else, but considering just who you are… I’m not so disrespectful that I’ll just toss you into a bed in some tent and call it a day. Let’s weigh the options. Attendant?’

Your bulky attendant points to himself.

‘M – Me?’

‘What do we have to offer her that isn’t too… out of sight?’ You frown, pondering over your choice of words. ‘I haven’t decided her posting yet – that’ll be done tomorrow when I get through the rest of the paperwork… but I’d really like to know what you guys have to offer up.’

‘Well, there’re the female staff camps.’ He suggests; you nod, taking it into consideration. ‘Department Head Ooyodo can fill out the paperwork if she decides that that’s where she wants to be.’

‘The female staff camp?’ Your lanky attendant chimes in, frowning. ‘Isn’t that really close to the beach?’

‘We’re not going to hand her over to a civilian shelter…’ You bring your hand to your chin, exploring your own options. ‘I was actually thinking about the MASH quarters. They’re safe, but they’re pretty far off…’

‘Commander.’

The four of you raise your heads to see Houshou. Oddly, she’s clad in what looks like a wool jacket over a bikini, a black bag slung at her side. You give her small form an appreciative look as she dips into a bow, greeting everyone.

‘Houshou?’

‘I just thought I’d tell you I’ll be performing attunement protocols until late tonight with Fusou.’ She bows again.

You nod… and with a smile, she’s off and out the door, humming.

‘H – Houshou-san lives here?’

>‘You are not going to like it here. I assure you.’
>‘The MASH quarters should work – I’ll ring up Akashi.’
>‘There are female dorms.’

>>618730
>>618739
Got your votes, guys.

>>618753
>‘You are not going to like it here. I assure you.’
Before we go inland we ought to ask the rest of our division if they also need clothing aswell.

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‘She doesn’t live here… but she does have accommodation.’ You clarify, picking up one of the pieces of paper scattered around. ‘These are the Division barracks… and my makeshift office until they have the base properly rebuilt.’

LEIA looks around, letting out an appreciative hum… before dropping onto one of the chairs. You curiously observe for a few moments before it hits you just what must be at the forefront of her thoughts. You shoot a quick glare to your bulky attendant, mentally chiding him on not picking up on it sooner than you had.

‘I know what you’re thinking, but I have to strongly… protest, even with these circumstances.’

She shakes her glittering hair, giving you a curious gaze herself.

‘Why?’

Oh, you’re not prepared to explain.

‘Because it would be improper.’ You indicate, raising a finger. ‘Plus the fact that we would have to clear a whole room for you… and that the showers are… co-ed.’ She gives you a confused look… causing your cheeks to redden as you try to elaborate further. ‘We share the showers. All of us.’ Your embarrassment rises as you finish your explanation, wondering what you had done to deserve this. ‘Three stalls and no walls.’

‘You – you shower with your KanMusu?’ She gets to her feet, her eyes widening in shock.

‘It’s not as… lewd as it sounds.’ You weakly protest.

They can smell the bullshit across oceans, friend.

Luckily, your bulky attendant steps in.

‘It really isn’t.’ He insists. ‘Considering the nature of the Stream, I think the Commander’s bared a lot more than just his butt to them… and when you’re in there, everything’s just out in the open.’

‘What’s a Stream?’

‘A mental link.’

She adopts a thoughtful look… nodding in agreement along with her boyfriend.

You rub your temples.

‘Attendant, I appreciate you being in my corner, but shouldn’t you be arguing against the possibility that your girlfriend might be walked in on by your superior officer?’

He shrugs, prompting you to bury your face in your hands.

‘You really need to get this boyfriend gig down.’ You say crisply. ‘Really. Have you ever heard of NTR?’

‘They’re not mine!’

Everyone turns to your lanky attendant.

‘I mean… I… I don’t know what…’

‘Whatever it is, attendant, she’s not going to have a good time here. And as much as I would appreciate ogling the female form,’ you sarcastically offer, ‘I don’t think that she would be – !’

‘I’d be okay with it, sir!’ She insists, saluting. ‘If they can trust you do good and with their lives – I – I can trust you with my virtue!’

You groan.

‘You’re a match made in Heaven. Truly.’

>‘No, no – MASH it is.’
>‘Female staff camp. No buts.’
>‘If you scream when I walk in to the showers I am putting you and your boyfriend in the same dorm.’

>>618945
Also, forgot:
Obligatory
>Write-In

>>618945
>‘If you scream when I walk in to the showers I am putting you and your boyfriend in the same dorm.’
Never say we aren't reasonable.

Before I go on, can I have a quick ask of how you folks are expecting the quest to go? Questlines you want resolved, questions you want answered, etc? Just to keep me up to date with my Quester scope.

>>618945
>‘If you scream when I walk in to the showers I am putting you and your boyfriend in the same dorm.’
I wonder who she's gonna bunk with, and on that note shouldn't we get Sami and Shiggy to bunk together since their sisters and all?

>>618981
I mean right now what im most hyped for is the Tenryuu inland adventure really along with getting that casserole for the division finnaly made, other than that im curious as to what we can put in that free building slot in our barracks.

>>618945
>>‘Female staff camp. No buts.’

>>618981
Things I'm looking forward to:
>Tenryuu's Inland Adventure
>The Yamato and Musashi rescue
>Learning what the heck killed the Princess
>More Open-Mic Nights
>Saving the damn world (this is more of a long term thing, but sometimes you need a good endgame objective)

>>618945
>‘Female staff camp. No buts.’

>>618981
I'm pretty excited to see what happened to Yamato and Musashi right now. And I want us to get to know Shigure and Nachi better. Trip with Tenryuu also sounds like a fun sidequest.

>>618945
>‘If you scream when I walk in to the showers I am putting you and your boyfriend in the same dorm.’

>>618945
>>‘If you scream when I walk in to the showers I am putting you and your boyfriend in the same dorm.’

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‘If you scream when I walk into the showers I am putting you and your boyfriend in the same dorm.’ You point to the both of them, giving your best expression of the Admiral. You suspect you look more like a tired bulldog. ‘Do you understand me?’

‘Yes, sir!’ They chime in unison, saluting.

Your thought goes back to the morning… you had intended to clear a room anyway, but the clock – which stated that it was almost 4 by now and didn’t leave much room to blitz your way, makes you consider your next action carefully.

Instead of 1 new housemate, you had gained 2.

‘I haven’t quite decided… but considering that I might have another guest due this evening as well,’ you gesture to the doorway, ‘we don’t have time to do all this. Attendants, if you would assist in clearing one of the rooms upstairs?’ They both salute, again. ‘There shouldn’t be a lot of junk… and one of you will have to ask for a mattress or a sleeping bag.’

‘Wait, sir, didn’t you put in a request already?’ Your lanky attendant inquires.

‘No, I haven’t had the opportunity to finish drawing up a form just yet.’ You think back to your stalled attempt at paperwork. Perhaps you could get to that now. ‘It would be better if the both you would be able to clear up two rooms, actually.’

‘Why, sir?’ You raise an eyebrow at your bulky attendant, who apologetically looks to his feet. ‘Sorry to ask.’

‘Because we’ll be paying host to a guest of the Admiralty.’ You don’t elaborate further, shooing all 3 of them. ‘Now, the three of you get going. I need to get a move on with – hang on a moment.’ They stop in their tracks. ‘LEIA, I almost forgot… your letter to the fans. We’ll have to finish that by tonight if we’re going to have it outgoing by tomorrow morning.’

‘Oh, um…’ She turns to you, raising her hands. ‘I think I can handle that myself.’ She nods assuredly. ‘I’m not so helpless that I can’t write a public letter of apology.’

Your two attendants give each other knowing, flat looks.

‘You made a guy who confessed to you in freshman year cry.’ Your lanky attendant points out, almost tiredly. ‘I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone use the word sorry in that kind of context.’

‘I – I didn’t mean to!’

‘I think that’s the scariest part of the whole thing.’ Your attendant goes on, smirking at his wide friend. ‘That she unwittingly does it. Where would she be without us to take her down a peg, my good friend?’

‘Too true, my most excellent comrade.’

They both hold out fists… and bump them together.

‘YOU TWO – !’

>Have LEIA write the letter alone*
>Write the letter with LEIA

*If you have her write the letter alone, you may complete your previously selected Supplementary Duties. If not, you will forgo completing them. The state of the paperwork is noted on the previous thread

>>619303
>Have LEIA write the letter alone*
LEIA's an adult. She can write her own letters.

>>619303
our attendants are simply exellent the whole crew is, really
>Write the letter with LEIA

>>619303
>Have LEIA write the letter alone*
Its a letter to her fans, she knows them best and vice-versa, it would probably feel less personal if we helped her.

>>619354
Glad you think so. I know a lot of people are here for the KanMusu, but it's nice to know original (Well, to an extent, considering they're amalgams of many others from different franchises) characters don't grate on the people here for that particular dig.

>>619303
>Have LEIA write the letter alone*

>>619392
We'd be irredeemably screwed without our Attendants.

We should find some way to reward them.

>>619460
I think we just did with getting Leia.

>>619303
>Have LEIA write the letter alone
Fans will understand hopefully.

>>619392
One can't survive on waifus alone and the Attendants, Fingers, VA and others keep things pretty fun. I'm looking forward to SS coming too.

>>619303
>>Have LEIA write the letter alone
Hopefully it doesn't sounds like we took her hostage or something

So guys, why did ya'll pick letting LEIA stay in the barracks?

>>619616
Honestly giggles, but also because the female staff camp is close to the beach and would therefore be dangerous and she would probably be in the way at the MASH, so probably the lesser evil.

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‘All right. If you can handle it.’ You nod, waving her away to help the other two.

‘I can handle it.’ She insists, before pausing, nervously shuffling her feet as she regards you. ‘And sir?’

‘Thank you for giving me this chance.’ She drops into a bow – the sun shining through the windows makes the glitter a little bit more brilliant, and you can’t help but feel the warmth that she exuded. Regardless of how you felt about the task at hand, LEIA, at least… felt like she was a person that was worth the hassle to have on your side.

‘Of course, Miss LEIA.’ You rise to your feet, giving her a respectful bow.

She dashes up soon after, leaving you with both your piles – and in addition, your attendants. Although, considering the alternative – writing wishy-washy words to appease thirty year-old men and thirteen year-old screaming fangirls – you think that you’d dodged a bullet by leaving LEIA to sort through her affairs while you did yours. Picking up another supplementary form, you have to keep yourself from throwing up a cheer of victory as it designates the very items that you’d wished to procure by the end of the day.

SUPPLY REQUISITION FORM – OPTIONS

Filling out the form, you request for a few mattresses – one for your new staff member, LEIA, and another for your new KanMusu. As you write-in the last details, you feel a sense of irony at the back of your head – you’d just told Nagato last night that you wouldn’t dream of replacing her… and here you were, practically adding to her fears by having the very KanMusu she had felt threatened take up residence, however temporary, into your barracks. Flopping on your chair, you take note the next supply run from the maintenance crew, wondering just when they would be coming over to do another check-up. Although it was a trivial worry, the place was still a little shabby. You didn’t want it to go up in smokes at something as anti-climactic as loose wiring.

As you do your work, you hear the occasional swear word and the sound of large, heavy items clattering from the floor above, although, not so intrusive that you have to march on upstairs and tell them to keep it down.

About an hour and a half later, you’re shaken from your labors by a courier delivering the report on the upgrades. Taking the report, you hand him over the rest of the items for the day – including the requisition form, which they would hopefully have done by tonight – before flexing your left hand’s fingers.

A sense of accomplishment comes over you – this had been the first time you’d gone through this without your attendants playing support.

The evening was yours.

>Go upstairs
>Pay the MASH a visit
>Hit the gym
>Go outside/Wander around town
>EXECUTE TASK (Specify which task to undertake)
>Write-In

>>619616
My reasoning was that she can help out around the Barracks when she isn't doing idol things. We always need help.

>>619649
>>Pay the MASH a visit

>>619649
>talk with admiral
we gotta go meet taigei pronto, boys

>>619649
>EXECUTE TASK (Specify which task to undertake)
Find Tenryuu and set up a date and time to head inland.

>>619649
>EXECUTE TASK (Specify which task to undertake)
We gotta get the Admiral's approval and then go find Tenryuu to set up stuff for our inland trip
Just became responsible for Leia, instantly pack up and leave the base

>>619687
>>619689
>>619696
This is probably the first time I've had such variation. I should try to encourage this in the future.

>>619649
>EXECUTE TASK Go to admiral to set up meeting with Taigei.

>>619719
We started feeling some fire under our asses because of spoiler we don't even know is trustworthy, good job

>>619649
>Task: Finger's fucking scary love.

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You decide to see the Admiral before you lose the chance to. Your attendants could handle the finer details without you.

Walking outside, you manage to hail a buggy dropping off a few KanMusu – it’s not the Old Man, but he does his job well enough; in no time you find yourself stopping in front of Mamiya’s, the Command Tent in your sights. Making your way past several maintenance crew members and voluntary army personnel, you wonder if it was such a good time. Several trucks are seen loading boxes and other sorts of items, rumbling on the way as you approach the large tent. Several of the smaller tents surrounding the Prep Dock are gone now, along with the masses of crates and cables that were once all over.

Walking inside, you immediately see the Admiral, barking orders to an MP. As he leaves, you approach the Admiral, dropping into a salute as he throws you a puzzled glance, evidently puzzled over your presence – after all, you had seen him this morning.

‘I’m sorry to bother you again, sir, but considering the hubbub over the transfers… I didn’t want to disturb you.’

He waves it off, gesturing for you to continue.

‘Fire away. What’s on your mind?’

‘I’d like a trip inland, sir.’ You answer quickly.

He leans over the large display apparatus – you notice that it’s now unplugged.

‘Is this about the meeting with Taigei?’

‘This is more of a… personal excursion.’ You admit.

‘You know that I need you on hand, Commander.’ You wince – that had been a reason you had taken into consideration. ‘I can’t spare you off the premises as things are now.’

‘I know, sir.’ You reply, putting your hands behind your back. ‘But Quartermaster Tenryuu requested that I procure a few things.’

‘Can’t just send a supply requisition?’ He raises an eyebrow.

‘These items require a more… delicate set of fingers.’ You try again, hoping that he wouldn’t catch on. ‘She’d also like a pass inland so she can decide what to procure and what not to.’

‘You’re taking her shopping.’

Hope denied

‘Yes, sir.’ You sigh, defeated.

‘You know my policy.’

‘Yes, sir.’ Again, you nod.

The Admiral gives you a quizzical look… before letting out a defeated sigh and a bemused chuckle.

‘I’m not enthusiastic about it… but I am prepared to give you a full day’s leave in order to sort out these affairs.’ He points a finger at you. ‘However, I would also like to warn you, Commander, that the trust I put in you in regards to this… is not to be taken lightly. Is that clear?’

‘Yes, sir.’ You answer seriously.

‘I have a few dates in the immediate future that have transports clear enough for you and Tenryuu to take a trip inland. You’ll have to organize the return trip yourself.’

>‘The day after, if possible.’
>‘If you could organize it for the weekend, it’d be great.’
>‘I’ll get back to you on that.’
>Write-In

>>620153
>‘If you could organize it for the weekend, it’d be great.’
That way we can bum money from Fingers.

>>620153
>‘If you could organize it for the weekend, it’d be great.’
Yeah we need to extort Fingers for some pocket money at some point, and to have the talk with him.

>>620153
>>‘If you could organize it for the weekend, it’d be great.’

>>620153
>‘The day after, if possible.
we already have so much to do, as much as i want to have more R&R we absolutely cannot waste more time than we need

shopping could have waited, the taigei situation would have been done first. Mechanic did mention already that it was time sensitive.

>>621986
We could still talk to the Admiral about that while we're meeting with him. It would only be reasonable to at least ask what time he's planned to send us.

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‘If you could organize it for the weekend, that’d be great, sir.’ You answer – you still need a few days to get things sorted out, and the weekend seemed to offer a good time frame. You could even get to write a memo if you didn’t manage to meet up with Tenryuu – in the odd event that would happen.

‘This one, huh?’ He picks up the timetable… before frowning. ‘Wait, that shouldn’t be there, that’s full.’ Grumbling over his mistake, he gives you another transport detail. It’s on the same day, but at a different time. ‘It’ll have to be the third one… the morning ride. This isn’t a limo service, so you’re going to have to huddle with the rest of the civilians.’

You give an understanding nod.

‘I understand, sir. I didn’t expect anything more than a ride inland.’ A thought hits you – one you hadn’t considered before now. ‘Although… how am I going to get back out here?’

‘That’ll be up to you. Cab fairs are expensive… if they even want to bother going past the first outpost.’ Your lips thin into a line as you remember just how expensive the bus down here had been. ‘Since we have some Army personnel on-base, maybe you can hitch a ride on one of those.’ He suggests – you take it into consideration. ‘I know buses aren’t going to be making their way out here anyway. We’re not exactly a tourist spot.’

You nod again.

‘So, it’ll be the morning… that’d be in… two and a half days?’

He lets out an affirmative grunt.

‘I’m not giving you an extra day off work. You get that one and I need you on duty.’ He points at you - again, you nod. There was no point in arguing for something that you hadn’t considered in the context. ‘We may be in better straits than we were two weeks ago, but it isn’t by much.’

‘Understood, Admiral.’

He adopts a thoughtful look, crossing his arms.

‘Do you have money?’

Oh, right.

‘I…’

Your mind drifts to the time in the alley, lying and clutching your head… your wallet, mysteriously gone as you regained consciousness.

‘Commander, did you really plan on going inland without money?’

‘I… lost my wallet.’ You admit, embarrassed.

‘Did you get a lost and found going?’

You turn a little more red.

‘I… may have neglected to.’ You bite out, giving a nervous smile. ‘It was on my first day.’

The Admiral’s face is one of incredulity. You really can’t blame him.

‘Your district should have something going on by now,’ he suggests, biting back a remark, ‘be sure to check on it every few days to see how much comes your way.’

>‘Sir, about Iowa…’ (Talk about the transfer)
>‘Are you angry about Nagato?’ (Refer to the mission aftermath)
>‘The meeting with Taigei. How soon are you able to arrange it, sir?’ EXECUTE TASK
>‘I’ll take my leave, Admiral. Thank you.’ (Leave/Specify what else to do/where else to go)
>Write-In

>>624116
>>‘The meeting with Taigei. How soon are you able to arrange it, sir?’ EXECUTE TASK

>>624116
>‘The meeting with Taigei. How soon are you able to arrange it, sir?’ EXECUTE TASK

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‘Sir, I know I’ve asked for much, but… about the meeting with Taigei. I was wondering how soon you would be able to arrange it, sir?’ You’d had in on your mind for quite some time… the faster you answered Nagato’s worries, the better.

‘I was actually able to slide in a few time slots.’ He walks over to the smaller apparatus by the partition, picking up a folder and rifling through it. ‘Surprisingly enough, she has quite a few… openings.’

‘I’m sorry you had to deal with all the paperwork, sir.’ You rub the back of your neck – he had done quite a bit for you at this point. The least you could do was apologize for the inconveniece.

‘Organizing it isn’t the hard part.’ He grumbles, handing you a form. It had your name, albeit a little smudged, your fictional complaint and all the little details filled out on your behalf. ‘All I had to do was forge the fact that you had some grievances with mission parameters and wanted a direct line of complaint… the Court of Admirals considers it beneath them to sort those kind of things out. It doesn’t fit their bigger picture, so to speak. That’s where Taigei comes in.’

The big red letters APPROVED, along with a series of time stamps followed on the next page, typed up. They were dates. Dates of suggested meeting times.

‘She’s mission control?’ You frown – that sounded a bit of what the Admiral implied – to you, at least.

‘No, she’s…’ He pinches the bridge of his nose, looking very much troubled. ‘I over-simplified it. But she’s right up there.’ He throws you a worried gaze, apparently biting the inside of his cheek. You don’t say a word, waiting for him to continue. ‘I’d also like to remind you that she’s not someone you want to mess with or play a game around. Get to the point, apologize for the meeting and get what you need. If she asks questions, give short answers. If she engages in conversation with you, follow as much as you have to and get back on point.’

‘She sounds like a piece of work.’

‘She isn’t.’ He admits – albeit reluctantly.‘But she is dangerous.’

‘Taigei knows things. About how the Admiralty operates, how I operate… I don’t think there’s anyone on the roster that she doesn’t know more about than the people in question… save for you.’

He grimaces. You point to yourself, confused at that particular tidbit.

‘Me?’

‘As far as she’s knows… you’re just a name on a register.’ He taps your name on the form for emphasis. ‘That makes you an anomaly.’

A small realization comes upon you.

‘And me being an anomaly makes me interesting enough to pick up on.’

He gives you a warning look.

‘Don’t play the game, Commander.’

>‘I can do tonight.’*
>‘Next week looks like a good opening.’
>‘If something after that comes up, I’m open to it.’

*You leave NOW

>>624290
>>‘Next week looks like a good opening.’

>>624116
>‘I can do tonight.’*

>>624290
>‘I can do tonight.’*
Literally the least time wasting option, can't waste no time now can we?

>>624290
>‘I can do tonight.’*
Every day we delay something very horrible probably happens to Yamato and Musashi.

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‘You all right, Commander?’

You shake your head, admiring the view of the small valley below. Riding in an army jeep hadn’t been what you’d expected when the Admiral had brought up the topic of transport, but you weren’t that choosy. It’d been almost four hours since you’d been on the road – the checkpoints going out hadn’t been particularly obstructive as they had been going towards Yokosuka. There had been few cars on the road… they had been more of a luxury the last few years.

The speeding scenery was nostalgic – the cut-in valleys, the green of the trees… you’d missed the countryside; you even spy a few paddy fields as the jeep zoom past, clocking at just under a hundred.

‘Yeah.’ You finally answer. ‘I’m fine.’

‘I’m sorry if I drive a little slow.’ The driver – a man slightly older than you with a a long face and a sharp nose to go with high cheeks – apologizes.

‘That’s all right.’ You assure him. ‘How far are we from HQ?’

‘Just around this hill, actually.’

As you feel the pull on your back… it comes into view.

The building was huge. Not so much tall, but it looked more like a titanic hilltop mansion than an administrative building. Even in the dark, you can make out the pristine white coat and the olden dome on the top to go with the regal pillars. The most visible thing of the whole structure, though, were the two flags on either side – one of the League of Nations, and the other of the Admiralty, indicators of their allegiance.

‘Quite a place.’

‘This used to be an old fort for the Sixth Lord of Sakura before it was converted into an administrative building during the Seventeenth Congregation sixty years ago. ’ He explains – he sure knew his history. ‘After the Twentieth Congregation, the Lords had a small scuffle over who really owned the place.’ He shoots you a grin. ‘Turned out, it’d entered into the public’s coffer long before the turn of the last century – it was public property.’

‘The Lords weren’t happy with that, I reckon.’

‘They weren’t, but they knew that if they messed with the Voice of the People, they’d be violating hundreds of years of tenets and bylaws. It would’ve been stupid to introduce anarchy over a single building, yeah?’ He shrugs. ‘Well, it was sold to the League of Nations with a few notes in place from setting a whole different precedent.’

‘I suppose.’ You agree, looking thoughtful. ‘If the gains didn’t justify the losses.’

Your jeep pulls up to the checkpoint post.

A guard walks out of the pillbox, flashing a lantern to make out your features. You flash your tag, showing your rank and station. There was no use telling him who you were going to see unless you were asked.

‘You’re expected.’

>‘I am?’
>‘I am.’
>Write-In

>>624529
>‘I am.’
Wouldn't be here in the middle of the night otherwise.

>>624529
>‘I am.’
Let's do this.

>>624529
>‘I am.’

>>624529
>‘I am.’

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‘I am.’

The guard gives you a warm smile, walking into the pillbox. He talks into a microphone – an action to fully authorize your entry. At the sound of the beep, the grill drags itself open, prompting the jeep driver to put the vehicle into gear and into the empty-looking parking lot. There are few cars parked – although you spy a rather auspicious-looking convertible parked in a slot your jeep drives by. The front of the building was huge… and the building itself, befitting its nature as an old fort, was built right into the face of the hill. You’re impressed at the sheer architecture of the place – it was an incredible achievement, managing all this. It’s no wonder it had a past life as an ancient fortress; an intimidating and wondrous amalgam of marble and stone.

Your driver pulls up along the curb… right before the stairs leading upward into a pair of great big doors, complete with intricate pots and barrier designs. You observe the pots, the intricate details – you’d been wrong about this place being a mansion… you felt like you were walking into the Halls of a Lord himself. Taking an intake of breath, you manage to leap out of the keep, giving the driver your thanks.

‘I’ll be outside, Commander.’

You nod. You hadn’t expected more from him anyway… not that it crossed your mind to ask in the first place, either. Taigei was up there, waiting for you, it would seem.

The stairs are a little steep. You pat one of the pillars by the entrance as you push – the surprisingly easy – doors open, revealing an intricate lobby. The floor was checkered dark brown and black in large squares, an imperial staircase sitting at the back of the place you assume to be the Entrance Hall. To your left and right, several pieces of art and benches were present, along with paintings of ships, planes and rolling hills. You frown as you take it all in – this was quite a bit of luxury to go around.

To your right, you see… a pair of oddly-dressed men, seated in what looked like a small lounge, clad in bright colors and flamboyant suits – they didn’t look like anyone the Admiralty would have been involved with… but then again, seeing all this…

‘This is all going to count for nothing if the Abyssals get here.'

You’re shaken from your wonder by a young man, about your age, clad in uniform. He’s a little bit taller than you with a face like a fox’s, his form hunched over slightly. He makes his way towards you, his smile not quite reaching his eyes.

‘It does seem a little bit pointless if you look at it from that point of view, yes.' You reply.

His smile grows, if only a little.

'Pleased to meet you, Commander.'

He holds out a hand.

>Shake his hand.
>‘It’s quite some place you got here.’ (Inquire about Admiralty HQ)
>‘Is the Court of Admirals around?’ (Inquire about the Court of Admirals)
>‘I’m here to meet the Keeper. Taigei.’ (Go to meet Taigei)
>Write-In

>>624660
>Shake his hand.
>‘I’m here to meet the Keeper. Taigei.’ (Go to meet Taigei)
Can't do both?

>>624660
>Shake his hand.

>>624660
>>Shake his hand.

>>624660
> shake his hand

>>624660
>Shake his hand.

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Tentatively, you reach out to his hand and shake it. He has a firm grip… but the texture of his hand is strangely soft and gentle.

‘I’m sorry, but… how do you know me?’ You pull away, frowning.

His eyes widen – for measure of widen, anyway – before he holds a fist to his lips, letting out a small, airy laugh. You can’t help but feel a little bit on edge

‘The uniform and the tags were a dead giveaway.’

‘Ah, of course.’ You turn a little red, embarrassed. Of course that would be how you’d be recognized.

‘I am a little bit curious.’ He frowns, eying you in a manner that you can only describe as calculative. It was as though he was sizing you up.‘I thought all the Commanders were, well… dead.’

‘Not all of them.’

His grin widens.

‘You would be – ?’ You hastily change the topic… besides, maybe if you could put a name to a face he wouldn’t be so intimidating anymore.

‘Agent to the Court of Admirals, at your service.’ he bows slightly, prompting you to do the same. ‘Although, it’s a bit of a misnomer… I actually report to the Grand Lieutenant rather than the Court. They really need to change the way these things are worded, don’t you?’

‘Agent?’ You latch on, frowning. ‘You mean like those… spies?’

Don’t play the game, Commander.

‘Oh, nothing that horrible or crude, I assure you.’ He insists playfully. ‘My people, we just do what the Grand Lieutenant or the Courts want us to do. No different than when you’re ordered on the field or assigned to administrative work.’

‘What’s the difference between you and the Court Representative?’

His smile unsettles you more than it comforts. Perhaps that is its purpose.

‘Who we answer to.’ He mentions cheerfully. ‘The Grand Lieutenant and the Court of Admirals may seem like a whole entity, but they both represent different arms of the organization. The Grand Lieutenant is the highest-ranked individual and answers to only the Court of Admirals, who may veto whatever decision he chooses to undertake, depending on its size and scope. They both exist so that neither may play with the power at their fingertips.’

‘Isn’t that counter-productive?’

‘Decades ago, Taiyouga manufactured a biological weapon that caused the deaths of tens of millions and none of the change that it had set out to do.’ He mentions coolly. ‘We prevent it.’

‘When you look back, it’s always easier to see where you went wrong.’

He rubs his chin, his gaze neutral.

‘It’s precisely because the Admiralty – the Court and the Grand Lieutenant believe in that… that this system exists.’ You’re not sure if he’s talking to you anymore. ‘The power of the fairies is more than enough to be at the hands of one man… or several with one agenda, wouldn’t you say?’

You don’t answer.

>Inquire about Admiralty HQ
>Inquire about the Court
>‘I’m here to see Taigei.’
>Write-In

>>624835
>‘I’m here to see Taigei.’
Lets not stick around more than necessary.

>>624858
Don't you want to play the game? :^)

Also, I got banned again. Sorry for the late post.

>>624835
>>‘I’m here to see Taigei.’

>>624865
Well I guess our intentions as to whether we want to play are irrelevant. Since if they want to, they'll approach us. Much like the Grand LT. did.

>>624835
>>‘I’m here to see Taigei.’

>>624835
>‘I’m here to see Taigei.’

It's already interesting that we got some info on relationship between Grand Lieutenant and Court of Admirals. And I have a feeling we'll see him again anyway because of our arrangement with GL.

>>624878
They act as a counterbalance to each other, a sort of dichotomy of a collective intelligence with a democratic decision vs. a man who takes things by his own valuation. It's set up so that neither can go too far without being stopped by the other when they reach a particular line. It's an interesting system.

>>624926
one that works. absolute power corrupts.

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‘I’m actually here on official business.’ You get down to it. Sparing a quick glance, you wonder if the Admiralty could spare a few more details on their signs – South Wing and The First And Last Hall were hardly good indicators. ‘I’m looking for the Keeper – Taigei.’

He peers at you curiously. You look around for something else… wishing that there was at least a receptionist to greet you instead of this odd man. The closest thing you can find to a clue to where she would be were a few more signs that stated the locations of certain parts of the building… but no names.

‘That’s an odd reason to come here in the middle of the night.’

You rub the back of your head, remembering what you were here for… officially.

‘Well, I put in a request… I’m not particularly happy with a few things and the Admiral told me that if I had a complaint, she’d be the one to go to.’

He narrows his fox-like gaze at you.

‘Now that’s even odder.’

You shrug, playing dumb. He visibly relaxes as you take a more casual stance, before sighing heavily.

The grin returns now, more unsettling than ever before.

‘But if you’re really looking for her…’ he points to the imperial staircase, where you turn your head towards, ‘the stairs on the left. After you pass the portrait of the Lord on the horse, turn right at the overlooking balcony; you’ll know when you get there.’ You turn back to him as he gives you a small, respectful bow. ‘If she really is expecting you… I’m suspect she won’t mind.’ He snickers. ‘Much.’

Raising yourself from your bow, you see the Agent giving you a casual wave as he trots off elsewhere, humming a tune. You motion to call out to him, but relent – as easy-going as he seemed to be, he was right in that you presence here in the middle of the night was definitely one that garnered suspicion. You tell yourself to get this done as quickly as possible, moving towards the flight of stairs.

The place is huge. You had thought it to be large on the outside, but it looked like it could fit a whole town – the entrance hall was more of a hotel lobby than it had advertised on the signs. Remembering the words of the Agent, you go past the portrait of the Lord, going right onto the balcony and onto a classically-designed Hall… this was the North Wing, if the wooden sign hanging from above was any indication… and it seemed like you were in the right place, considering the row of office doors lined by the walls.

You walk down the Hall, glossing over the labels on the door, many of them had numbers and letters, many of them with doors… but none with a na –

Taigei – Record Keeper

You stop… and knock on the door.

A man, chiseled and in a police uniform, answers it.

‘You don’t like they sent you.’

>‘What?’
>‘I’m here on official business. Is Taigei in here?’
>Write-In

>>624987
>>‘What?’

>>624987
>‘I’m here on official business. Is Taigei in here?’
The Commander Train stops for no one.

>>624987
>‘I’m here on official business. Is Taigei in here?’
We must channel our most serious persona.
We must heed the warning signs that the Admiral has given us.

>>624987
>‘I’m here on official business. Is Taigei in here?’

>>624987
>>‘I’m here on official business. Is Taigei in here?’

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‘I’m here on official business. Is Taigei here?’

You don’t question why a chiseled man with a mustache wearing a uniform too tight for him was there to answer through the crack of the door. You feel a little bit of envy towards the abs that are shown past his hitched top, but you try not to stare… no, you’re more focused on the odor that seems to seep through the door. The man gives you a quizzical look, smiling kindly as he widens the gap, gesturing you inside.

‘Eh, not bad.’ He shrugs. ‘Maybe you’ll grow into it.’

The sound of moans, slaps and cries fully reaches you, undeterred by the solid build of the door. The policeman – who you quickly realize is not a policeman – slips you a wink and makes way for you. Your throat grows dry as you try your best to not hurl from the mix of sweat, spit, breath… and sex.

Including you, there were six men in the room.

There was only one woman.

Seated on the floor, one man underneath her, nude, covered in a liquid and humming in joy is who you assume, being the only woman in the room, is Taigei. You feel yourself weak in the knees, the surprise overcoming you more than the stench seemed to… although, it could be argued that it did have a helping hand. They men were all of varying age and build – your estimates put them from their late teens to their early sixties, if the hair and wrinkles were any indication. Each of them wore a troubled, stone-faced expression as she, who you guess to be Taigei, works them with her body, riding a red-headed man’s member and having her face stuffed with another.

She doesn’t pay any attention to you. You don’t think that she’s even noticed you, so entranced she is in working the member of the standing man – a blonde that had about a decade on you, wearing a heavy chain, a chest full of hair and unfashionable, tacky sideburns. Not that Taigei seemed to care. Lost in a haze of lust, she pumps herself up and down the man under her – switching to someone who seemed the youngest of the lot – he looked about the age of your attendants, at the very most. Taigei looks up to him with lidded eyes – you notice he looks a little apprehensive… although his lower half apparently held no such inhibitions at being swallowed by the nubile, buxom young woman.

You absently wonder… she seemed to be about Houshou’s height – it was hard to guess from this angle.

Your eyes finally meet seconds later.

‘Oh… I didn’t know they had the variety option.’ She smirks, giving the older gent a loving lick. ‘Be a dear and – ahn – sit on the couch… I believe that I’m a little… stuffed.’

Miraculously, you return to your senses.

>‘Miss Taigei, I’m from Yokosuka. I came here to answer my inquiry.’ (Insist)
>‘What the Hell is this?’ (Outrage)
>‘I think I’ll wait outside until you’re done.’ (Go and wait outside)
>Write-In

>>625078
>‘I think I’ll wait outside until you’re done.’ (Go and wait outside)

Coming at night was a bad idea

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>>625078
>‘I think I’ll wait outside until you’re done.’ (Go and wait outside)

Reposting the Admiral's advice so ya'll don't need to scroll up:
>I’d also like to remind you that she’s not someone you want to mess with or play a game around. Get to the point, apologize for the meeting and get what you need. If she asks questions, give short answers. If she engages in conversation with you, follow as much as you have to and get back on point.

>>625078
>‘I think I’ll wait outside until you’re done.’ (Go and wait outside)

>>625083
It could be worse, atleast shes not a cannibal or murderer, plus after all the bullshit we gave the Admiral recently i feel we deserve this somewhat.

>>625078
>‘I think I’ll wait outside until you’re done.’ (Go and wait outside)
We should've just asked the Grand Lieutenant. At least we wouldn't walk in on him being serviced by five dudes (probably).

>>625078
>‘Miss Taigei, I’m from Yokosuka. I came here to answer my inquiry.’ (Insist)
Straight to the point.

>>625093
If you were at the table, I would reach over and slap you for putting that image into the heads of your fellow Questers. For shame.

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>>625097
To be fair, this is 4chan. Most of my fellow questers have probably seen far worse by accident.

Besides, powerful people are almost always into some freaky shit.

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‘I think I’ll wait outside until you’re done, ma’am.’

You head back for the door, your face scrunched in disgust.

‘Hey, where are you – ?’ The not-policeman gives you a worried gaze. You lift your tags to indicate that you weren’t part of whatever entourage she had up for the night, making him reach back the arm that he had held aloft to keep you from leaving.

Instead, he opens the door for you, nodding to someone – probably Taigei herself – as you walk into the hallways, the door closing and locking behind you with a soft click. You let out a huge sigh, bringing your hand to your forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat that had formed; you had expected to be sealed in a room with a KanMusu that knew your intimate secrets and be able to read you like a book… not the lusty woman that seemed to inhale and worship the male essence in all its raw quantity.

Behind you, through the walls, your ears pick up on the sound of moans, cries and curses, causing you to flush and mutter to yourself as you wait patiently for the KanMusu to, in the most careful of words, enjoy her purchase. Your mind, somehow, thinks back to Houshou and Kaga’s own tryst with you; the aftermath of Kaga’s entry into your Stream.

About an hour later, the door opens, causing you to straighten up. It’s the not-policeman again… in the buff, but it’s him. You can tell by the mustache. You don’t give anything away,

‘Hey, um, Admiral dude? You’re up.’

‘It’s Commander.’ You grumble as he moves aside.

‘Yeah, she’ll… see you now.’ He gives you an apologetic grin.

They were still at it. On her back, legs spread, neck craned, with a man at each end, thrusting into her with reckless abandon, there she was.

She wasn’t done. Somehow, though, she had deemed it fit to have you brought in under

Behind you, the door closes, automatically putting you on edge. You observe her with your one good eye, taking in her actions – you don’t show any emotion; as hard as it is for you to keep a hold on your senses, especially the smell, you find yourself strangely… adverse to the act. You cough loudly and hotly, keeping yourself in check.

‘Keeper Taigei.’

The both of them stop, sliding out of her as though they had merely set down their pencils in the middle of work.

Covered in their essence, leaking and reeking of it, she sits up, giving her breasts a good rub, shooting you a poor attempt at seduction.

‘I take it that you’re – ah part of my weekly… indulgence… Commander?’

‘No, ma’am.’

‘Would you like to be?’

The rest of the room chuckles audibly as she pushes herself off the table and onto the wooden floor, the pitter-patter of fluids apparent as she makes her way to you.

‘You can use any hole you want. I won’t tell a soul…’

>Indulge her; join in
>Deflect, return to why you’re here
>Write-In

>>625195
>>Deflect, return to why you’re here

>>625195
>Deflect, return to why you’re here

100% Serious, think about Kaga's Princess killing nightmare, then imagine Nagato having the same but with Yamato and Musashi.
WE WILL FIND THEM

>>625195
>>Deflect, return to why you’re here
We got business to attend to.

>>625214
Pardon? I don't think I get what you're hinting at.

>>625220
Kaga's nightmare is basically PTSD for lost comrades, as far as i can tell. Nagato might develop something similar if we find out Yamato and Musashi got killed, especially with her current attitude it might happen.

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‘If it’s all the same to you, ma’am, I’d like to get down to business.’

She doesn’t seem to listen to you, though. Approaching you, you find the stench of sex and sweat almost throwing you into a delirium – you ball your hands into fists as she hooks her arms around your neck, drawing you in. Her lips don’t quite touch yours… but you do all you can to keep your head from dipping and starting something you’re sure you won’t forgive yourself from finishing. You feel her hot breath on your chin, her fingers playing with your ear as the men around you, still nude, watch the both of your with voyeuristic fervor.

‘All right,’ she chirps cheerfully, releasing you and turning to the rest of the men present. ‘You may leave, gentlemen. I believe I have another agenda on my hands for the rest of the night.’ She flashes you a subtle smile, making her way, still nude, to her work desk. ‘Thank you for your time.’

They grumble, nodding. The youngest of the lot, the handsome brunette, however, is reached over by Taigei… who gives him a plant on the cheek – he grimaces as he raises a hand to her chest, pushing her away and reaching down to pick up his clothes. Houshou’s words echo even clearer now; even with Taigei’s quick smirk, you could tell that she was a little affected by the reluctance of a return gesture… and a small part of you does want to frown on it, but…

You also remember the Admiral’s words. You couldn’t afford to let your guard down with Taigei.

Sitting down on the couch, you wait for them to get dressed. Taigei doesn’t, however, sitting on the edge of her desk as she observes the men dress back up in their flamboyant, spangled clothes. You make out one of them had a zoot suit, the red-head donning tight spandex with a pair of boots, the hairy-chested man donning a construction worker’s outfit… and the not-policeman in his impossibly tight uniform.

‘We hope you enjoyed yourself, Madam!’ They drop into a respectful bow, making Taigei raise her dainty hands to wave at them… still covered in their spunk.

As they make for the door, you find a hand on your shoulder.

‘Hey, dude,’ the not-policeman winks at you, slipping you a card… which, for some reason or other, you take, ‘if you’re interested… there’s always a clientele for your kinda bod.’

You really hope he didn’t imply what you thought he was getting at.

The door closes, leaving you with a room that reeked of more than just sex, a mess of paper, rubber and whatever unmentionables… and the one responsible for it all, Taigei.

‘So… this is about the complaint you lodged the other day, hm?’ She begins playfully.

>‘You know that’s not why I’m here, Taigei.’ (Get to the point)
>‘Ah, yes, the supply lines… they’re horrible.’
>‘Is that why the Admiral doesn’t trust you?’ (Question her)
>Write-In

>>625346
>‘You know that’s not why I’m here, Taigei.’ (Get to the point)

>>625346
>‘You know that’s not why I’m here, Taigei.’ (Get to the point)

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>>625346
>>‘You know that’s not why I’m here, Taigei.’ (Get to the point)

>one of them had a zoot suit, the red-head donning tight spandex with a pair of boots, the hairy-chested man donning a construction worker’s outfit… and the not-policeman in his impossibly tight uniform
Was she having sex with the Village People?

>>625346
>>‘You know that’s not why I’m here, Taigei.’ (Get to the point)

>>625346
>>‘You know that’s not why I’m here, Taigei.’ (Get to the point)

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‘You know that’s not why I’m here, Taigei.’

Still nude – and not bothering at all to cover up and propping herself her on the desk – she throws you an off-putting smile. It eerily reminds you of the Agent and the Grand Lieutenant, enough that your guard immediately raises. She has no regard for her state of dress… nor does she for the chaotic manner that her office had adopted in her session of indulgence. You don’t rise to it – you tell yourself not to rise to it.

‘Do I?’

She giggles melodiously behind a dainty hand, blood-red eyes flashing at you dangerously. You don’t make your move just yet, waiting for her to hook onto the conversation. You couldn’t afford to give away more than you already had – the Admiral’s warning rings clearly in your head; it’s the one thing that keeps you from indulging in any of her light, inviting gestures.

She makes her way to you again, resting her hands on your knees, bringing her face close to yours. Again, you will yourself to stay the course – she is testing you; that much you can make out. The stench, the sway of her hips and her hot breath on your lips, the inviting eyes… they’re all there to dig into you, to shatter your resolve.

Raising a hand to your cheek, your disgust creeps on you, her hands, still fresh with the scent and the essence of the other men, drags along your cheek. She snickers in amusement at your frown, but otherwise, you don’t react, turning your features away to her.

She lets out a disappointed sound, tracing a finger along your chin.

‘Here I was, thinking that there was something so very urgent about the requisition delays that the Commander himself would bother traveling inland to lodge a complaint.’ She says in a sing-song voice. ‘Now what could he be here, interrupting my little treat to myself.’

‘Are you telling me you don’t know anything?’ You finally voice out, your voice barely audible.

‘Maybe.’ She replies, amused.

You grab her hand, pulling it away.

‘Then would you say that I’m wasting my time being here?’

Taigei bares her teeth in a threatening smile. Your hand halts mid-movement – the strength of the KanMusu comes into play as her wrist moves and her hand is once more underneath your chin, her fingernail digging into your skin.

‘Careful.’ She warns.

‘I understand that you keep the records of every mission that the Admiralty’s assigned, and I want to ask you about one record in particular.’ You mention quickly.

‘Oh?’

‘There were two Battleships involved. Yamato and Musashi.’

‘Yamato and Musashi are MIA.’ She says hums, digging further into your flesh. ‘That is the record that is stated.’

>‘That’s all there is, then.’ END TASK
>‘That’s not the end of it.’
>‘No wonder the Admiral doesn’t like you.’
>Write-In

>>625572
She says hums, digging further into your flesh.

TO

She hums, the nail under your chin digging deeply into your flesh.

>>625572
>>‘That’s not the end of it.’

>>625572
>>‘That’s not the end of it.’
We've got a job to do, dammit.

>>625572
>‘That’s not the end of it.’
she knows it, we know it

>>625572
>‘That’s not the end of it.’

>>625572
>>‘That’s not the end of it.’
And I thought making a deal with the devil was bad enough, now we're trying to get info out of a succubus.

>>625678
Don't like the characterization?

Sorry I haven't attended, but wtf fellow questers, the admiral gives very specific instructions on how to approach taigei and you blow it?

>>625697
i think they did it pretty well so far

>>625697
I feel like they've been about as direct as possible with her. She seems to be going out of her way to make that difficult though, so there's only so much directness the Commander can manage.

>>625697
To be fair we came here for info, since she has failed to give us anything useful thus far it has been a complete waste of time and we dont need to give a fuck about her feelings.
TLDR worst case scenario, we need help in the future and we ask the GL instead.

>>625694
I actually really enjoy it, they're both pretty threatening like this too.

Let's just try not to do anything stupid with Taigei now.

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‘You know that’s not the end of it.’ You push on; Taigei’s brows furrow at this – and she pulls her finger away. ‘Queries into their status beyond that are met with no answers. There are no details on the mission, none of the one who was in command of it nor are there any official orders for a rescue party. Call me an idiot for thinking it, but that sounds kind of suspicious, right?’

‘It does.’ She says, still in that dangerously sweet voice. ‘What else can you tell me?’

Before you can react, she’s all over you.

Taigei straddles you like a mount, her thighs either side of you and her arms locking behind your neck. The stench – the mix of sex and arousal – almost drives you wild; your body, despite your protests, responds to her. Your hands grip her waist as she grinds against the fabric of your pants; she’s dripping and inviting; it takes all of you to not jump on her there and then and claim her as you had Takao, Kaga, Houshou, and… Nagato.

This was for Nagato.

Don’t you forget.

‘Get… OFF!’

Her eyes widen in surprise as you push her off you. For a moment, you think you see hurt cross over her stained features, but you really can’t help it. You had had enough of the brow-beating, the dainty steps and the hoops. You had come here for one thing and one thing only: the truth. Taigei’s dancing around you like an imp on eve had upset you to levels you hadn’t thought possible to reach without a some physical interference… but here you were, glaring down at her prone form, looking up at you in shock.

You wipe at your cheek, spitting onto the wooden floor, your frustration coming to a point. The stench is raw and invades your nose as you consider her, breathing heavily. Pushing her off had taken a lot out of you… and you’re not sure, as she gets to her feet, whether it had been such a good idea, seeing the livid red of her eyes. You chuckle, baring your own teeth. You don’t care if she put a hole in your chest right now – it wasn’t in you to play the ringmaster. You had been told to be direct… and that was what you were going to do.

‘Do you have the files on their disappearance?’ You collect yourself, returning her livid stare.

‘No.’

You turn around, growling and straightening your uniform. That whole trip for nothing.

‘It’s not written.’ She voices out.

You turn around, and see her clutching herself, shivering and wiping the stains on her forearm.

‘There is no record of it because the records don’t exist. The files… they’re all here.’ She taps her head, throwing you a pitiful grimace. You don’t return it, still angry. ‘The operation they undertook was a failure… but…’

>‘But what?’ (Angrily)
>‘You have five minutes.’ (Professionally)
>‘Go on.’ (Softly)
>Write-In

>>625852
>‘You have five minutes.’ (Professionally)
give no quarters, no weaknesses! she will grab them and and make us her toy!
keep it up!

Also, guys, I need to take my nap and will be back in several hours. I hope this session was enjoyable for you despite the... lewdness.

>>625697
They're doing well so far. I thought they'd go down the waifu route and fail, but they've kept to the Admiral's advice.

>>625852
>‘You have five minutes.’ (Professionally)
This had better be worth it.

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>>625852
>>‘You have five minutes.’ (Professionally)

>>625888
Does this mean we're getting smarter?

>‘You have five minutes.’ (Professionally)

>>625888
It's really hard to stop myself from going down waifu route because I keep thinking she's doing it for same reasons as Houshou, especially now after last post.

>>625975
if we get some better circumstances we will be nicer
now its recover the super battleships time

>>625995
For Nagato. ;_:

>>625995
>if we get some better circumstances we will be nicer
The Admiral doesn't trust her, so we shouldn't trust her

>>626091
i didnt say trust her, just not go full bore on her

>>626091
Im sure everybody has their circumstances, she might really be a Houshou case, but right now we're doing it for Nagato and thats all that matters.

>>626108
hoss, she is the chief of the subs, she is, in few words, a GL equivalent

>>625852
>>‘You have five minutes.’ (Professionally)

>>625852
>>‘You have five minutes.’ (Professionally)

>>625852
>‘You have five minutes.’ (Professionally)

is taigei a sub tender still or is she actually ryouhou, her upgraded form which is a light carrier? if she was a cvl then that would explain her acting this way

>>628552

Did you not see all the subs she was tending to.

>>628554
i think that since she is pretty much like any CV due the fact that she supports other ships, probably uses something like kaga and hosho with the planes

or so is my wild theory

>>628554
those subs full of seamen...yup

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‘You have 5 minutes, Taigei.’

Taigei wipes the stains off her bare breasts, pouting as she does so. You don’t flinch, your lips thinning into a line as you wait for her to begin briefing you on the details. Sordid as you suspect they would be… it would at least – or you hope, anyway – be the truth, or failing that, as close to it as you could get.

‘Do you know the reason we were utterly decimated by the Abyssals this time?’ She grins, turning around and shaking her bum as she moves to one of the many bookshelves you now notice lined the office. You had failed to notice – and you don’t beat yourself over it, seeing how shocking the scene had been when you’d barged in – that the office was actually rather decently set up.

The place was a lot bigger than you would’ve accounted for, with pristine wooden floors, old fashioned bookshelves and a decent fan on the ceiling, slowly turning. Spacious, with a desk that made you green with envy, wooden settings that gave the place an atmosphere more befitting a study rather than an office of an orgy participant. You wonder, absently, why the place was so temperate, considering it was right down a corridor and the place was built into the face of a hill, but shake it off.

You get back to the question… and an expectant Taigei, who, while still naked, held a folder in her hands. It was easy enough to find an answer; even your attendants and the maintenance crew could have elaborated on it more than you could… probably.

‘We were stretched thin.’ You reply. ‘The Admiralty didn’t build on their foundations enough and left themselves open to an attack. The brass got overconfident and we ended up losing more than we set out to do.’

She lets out a small giggle, setting down the folder as she skips her way to you, bending over as she smirks, not two feet away.

‘A tactician’s answer. It’s hard to see past that tub – hm, no, that would be unfair. You’re not quite that big…’ She gives your belly a tentative glance – you don’t rise to it, merely returning her look with one of yours. Sighing, she twirls around and rests her palms on her desk, smirking. ‘But back to the topic – it isn’t wrong, but don’t you wonder what kind of movement would have made the Admiralty so overconfident it let itself go that far?’

She spreads herself slightly. Either to tease you or to throw you off guard. It could have been both, easily.

‘People make mistakes.’ You answer, almost automatically. It was only logical for it to turn out that way ‘The bigger the scope, the more vicious the backlash.’

To your surprise, Taigei throws her head back in laughter. There’s amusement there… but also a cruel, cutting edge to it. It was the laugh of someone who reveled in their superiority; of those that carried the cards and not afraid to let those before their eyes dance on their terms.

TBC

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It finally subsides as she picks up the file and approaches you, the laughter replaced by a smile so bright you could almost call it sincere.

Almost.

‘I think that’s the first opinion of yours I agree with.’ She winks at you, biting the edge of the folder as her eyes flash ‘This is the place I get to watch it all – !’

‘I’d like it if you could get back on point.’ You cut her off. You didn’t have time for another one of those tirades.

She pouts childishly, but complies. At this point, you honestly wish that she’d put something on to cover herself up.

‘The Grand Lieutenant and the Court of Admirals agreed on a series of strategic, off-the-books, joint strike missions. There were three Forces that registered in the participation of that little endeavor. The Vice-Admiral and Admiral of Ominato… and the Admiral of Maizuru.’

‘I thought the Grand Lieutenant was in charge of Ominato.’ You frown, confused.

She nods cheerfully.

‘Oh, he operates out of there when he wants to… it’s not often, but when he’s in the mood, that’s his go-to site.’

‘So why the secrecy on a joint operation? Why would it be off-the-books?’ You round on the point; that had been why you were here – if it had been a joint

Something clicks at the back of your head… something that you didn’t want to acknowledge.

‘A number of reasons.’ She hums, bringing a finger to her lips. ‘The key point of discussion would be that they didn’t want certain parties to know of the context of the operations.’

‘I’m losing my patience.’

‘Come on, Commander, take a moment to think… really, really think.’ Her eyes take a manic gleam as she ‘We’d never had this much success before… the most we’d been able to do was give a few fishing trawlers a clear day and a route back. What do you think would’ve changed so much that we would have been able to push so hard, so far… and why do you think that the Admiralty would have it so cooped up that the only answers you get are three letters on a piece of paper? Who would the Admiralty have to answer to?’ ‘What could they have done to think that two of their Battleships were well worth the secrecy in return?’

‘The fairies.’ You frown, remembering your first encounter with the Grand Lieutenant. ‘Whatever they were doing, it had something to – !’

Taigei grins widely.

‘Alchemy.’ You feel sick saying the word. ‘They were synthesizing fairy alchemy.’

‘Yamato and Musashi were the first to be outfitted with the new generation of KanMusu weaponry.’

Your blood runs cold as she hands you the folder… and you see the big, red words that send shivers down your spine.

‘Based on your past mission experience, I think you’re aware of its failed sister project.’

PROJECT: GOOD NEIGHBOR

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>>628843
>give me info on that (stay professiona)
we can shit ourseves in horror later, there are to very important battleships out there

so it was GL fault plus some tactical blunder or i read it wrong?

>>628843
>So it was successful until...what? They got overwhelmed by Abyssal forces? And what happened to the project?

>>628843
>Experienced it first hand (Stay Professional)

Lets hope we dont have 2 battleship abominations and instead this was the cause of that dead princess.

>>628853
You're about to find out. Depending on how you react to it, of course.

>>628866
Approximately how pissed off would the fairy delegation be if they found out about all of this?

>>628892
By assumption of the Admiralty?

Enough to abandon humanity.

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>>628898
I hope they're more forgiving than the Admiralty assumes, because they already know about Aquarius, and they'll probably end up finding out if we mount a rescue mission for Yamato and Musashi.

>>628898
...lets keep it to our own, shall we?

>>628904
Didn't the GL tell us to keep our mouth shut about Aquarius?

>>628928
Yeah, but our RAY fairy saw everything. And the fairies at the MASH saw the aftermath of it all.

At the very least, all the fairies in Yokosuka probably know.

>>628938
Your RAY fairy doesn't know. They only know it's their magic. They don't know that it's traceable back to the Admiralty.

when we roll the rescue mission we will have to make it so unofficial that blackops will doubt its existence, i suppose

>>628947
Ah, good to know.

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>>628947
The fairies REALLY don't like anybody using their tech without their supervision, don't they?

>>628970
i can understand em, this is spirit/soul related tech

the amount of crap capable backfiring and going slasher movie-tier gotta be fucking high

>>628865
You don't know how much I'm tempted to do that twist now that you've put that idea in... but I don't think you guys can take losing one KanMusu, never mind two.

>>628970
Put it this way: If you had a classic car that you trust your friend to drive when you're not around because you're a good friend... and come back from the Bahamas to find out its been stripped for parts and your "friend" has skipped town, how would you take it?

>>628975
>spoiler
I think we're less afraid of losing a KanMusu and more afraid of losing Nagato

>>628986
Are you referring to yourself, the Commander or your fellow Questers? My context is to the Questers.

>>628993
well i know i fight tooth and nail to get them outta danger, our or not

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>>628986
I'd prefer if we didn't lose anyone.

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‘It rings a bell.’

It rings too many for your liking. You didn’t want to return to that time if you could help it.

‘Compared to your failed retrieval op, this project was a resounding success.’

She gestures to you to open the folder. There were no photos – of course there wouldn’t be – the files themselves had black ink struck through them so no one would misuse the information. It wasn’t thick or heavy and the only things that you could make out were locations: Aquarius, Nordal, Gatsby… places the project had visited, no doubt, along with red and purples stamps with the words REVIEW on them.

‘How did the Admiralty get away with it?’ You question – if you had been able to stumble onto one of the bases – granted, on their call – then there would’ve been others who would’ve blown the whistle where you hadn’t? ‘They couldn’t have expected to manufacture independent weaponry for the KanMusu without getting at least one alarm bell running.’

‘Because the fairies would never think that you humans would be capable of such a perversion.’ She snorts, smirking as she taps your chin. ‘Isn’t the irony just grand?’

You don’t return the sentiment.

‘What else can you tell me about this?’ You press on; as long as she was talking, you might as well put something else on the table. There was no harm in being a little bit more curious – you had the folder in your hands, as it was.

‘The project went by the name of RED SON. The Admiralty – the last Grand Lieutenant, specifically – started the project on a small scale; there were initial tests, of course… I don’t think you want to bother with the details, but they ended up being unsuccessful. There was a huge failure rate when they went about implementing the synthetic alchemy into cores… especially without the help of the fairies, it took a lot of patience to find the right kind of calibration.’ She explains, her voice taking a more serious tone than you’d expected. ‘It turns out the more powerful the core, the easier it ease to force a synthetic attunement procedure.’

You give her an incredulous look, finding it hard to imagine Nagato’s friends willingly going with this – she had been so direct and so honest with you… for Yamato and Musashi to put themselves on the block for any of this of their own volition…

‘They went with this?’ You press on, hoping for a clearer answer. ‘Yamato and Musashi?’

‘Division Commander,’ she chides playfully, her eyes playing the part of a hurt‘despite what you think, all this bravado, all this openness… we do as we’re told.’

She closes in on you, hooking herself around your waist and pulling your bodies together.

You turn away, reluctant to look into her shimmering orbs, lest you forget yourself.

‘I do as I’m told.’

TBC

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‘What about the mission?’ You press on, undeterred. ‘If they didn’t want to bother with a search they could have just listed them as KIA.’

She giggles, nuzzling you. If it had been anyone else, you would’ve probably returned the gesture… but seeing just who it was that had pressed herself against your chest, it only makes you feel a lot more uncomfortable – and the smell only made you want to push her.

‘Oh, you’re a smart one.’ She says cheerfully, looking up into your eyes. ‘Now we get to the interesting part of this mystery.’ ‘Both the Admirals and the Vice-Admiral in who were placed in the task force were killed in the Abyssal assault. Although, you don’t need me to tell you that.’ She pulls herself away, half a smile still upon her features. ‘Still, the Admiralty still thinks that they’re recoverable… at least we know where they are. It’s good to know that they’re healthy.’ She sighs melodramatically. ‘For whatever measure of healthy it is, anyway.’

Taigei absent-mindedly brings a finger between her legs, a sickening squelch sounding as she drags a knuckle. You don’t look down as a heavy-sounding splat reaches your ears. She moans, biting her bottom lip and looking at you with a pair of half-lidded eyes.

‘They undertook a black operation to intercept what they suspected to be a large invading force. It turns out… they were right. There was a Princess located in the straits – she’d somehow slipped by the warning system and caught the Admiralty off-guard.’ You grit your teeth as the scene plays in your head, praying that they would not move as you thought they would. ‘The joint force was overconfident, of course… the Admirals and the Vice-Admiral perished at the hands of the Princess, no quarter given and a dozen KanMusu met their ends.’

You grimace. Of course the Admiralty would take that course of action.

‘Why wouldn’t have anyone picked up on that, then?’

‘Because within 24 hours, the Abyssal counterattack happened.’ She looks at you incredulously. ‘The Admiralty saw it as an opportunity to cut their losses and return to the status quo – KanMusu die so that humanity might live. It is the accepted way of things.’

You keep your emotional part from latching on – you were almost there.

‘So where are they?’ You try not to sound too hopeful, but your arms flailing by your side tell more than your words could. ‘The straits? Why wasn’t there a rescue force sent – ?’

‘Division Commander… how can you miss just why things are as troubling as they are?’ She smirks, bending over. ‘You see, they were recovered… before any could organize one.’

Your eyes widen: The Straits.

‘They’re in the hands of the Haszad Union.’

>‘What would they want with the KanMusu?’
>‘There’s no Admiralty branch there.’
>‘The Admiralty is all right with this?’
>Write-In.

>>629121
>>‘The Admiralty is all right with this?’

>>629121
>‘There’s no Admiralty branch there.’

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>>629121
>>‘There’s no Admiralty branch there.’
I wonder how quickly we can retrain some MPs into being commandos.

>>629133
>>629135
>>629138
btw I hope you guys liked Ground Zeroes.

>>629121
>‘What would they want with the KanMusu?’

i cant put my finger on it, but there something missing here

>>629144
I liked the part before everything exploded.

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>>629144
Which part of it?

>>629157
ground zeros did not have tha
>GL bioweapon shennanigans plus abyss
... fuck me, we are meeting the late model everything

>>629138
I wonder how angry the Admirality will be when we invade another country.
Also the MPs dont like us, we're gonna have to send in Fingers and hes boyz

>>629164
we gonna big boss our way too early at this rate

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>>629164
You make a good point. But Fingers' boys lack the discipline needed to infiltrate an enemy nation.

Maybe we could see if the Major has any buddies who used to be special forces. Not to mention the VA used to be in the Rangers...

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>>629162
>Dark magitech fuckery are the Skulls
>GL is Skull Face
>Court of Admirals is Cipher
>Skull Face seems to be working for Cipher but is secretly working against them
>GL and Court of Admirals are designed to be against each other
>GL is hiding certain things from the Court