>>861339
[2/2]

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You open your eyes again and smell the faint smell of hot iron. You look down to see yourself naked underneath your bed sheets. And next to you is a small spread of breakfast on a tray sitting on a portable table. Past that, you see Mills at the ironing board, apron around his uniform. He whistles as he irons out your uniform, inattentive to you waking up it seems. “... Mills?” you whisper.

He looks up, smiling. “Ah, you're awake.” He turns off the iron, placing it down on the board. Oh your fucking head. Okay, there's the hangover. There it is. Ow, ow, ow. “Here.” He takes a mug from the tray and hands it to you. You quickly chug the coffee. Oh the nectar of the Gods. “You alright?”

“Y-... yeah,” you say. “Did you cook breakfast for me again?”

“Yep. Small spread, five eggs, eight toast slices, fifteen pork sausages, a spread of hashbrowns, some coleslaw, and a large glass of milk with the entire pint as well.” He rubs his hands together, watching as you drink the coffee up. Oh thank God. “You had a wild night last night celebrating the girls' success.”

“Did I?” you ask. You look at him. “I didn't do anything-”

“No, no, we managed to restrain you before you started coming onto some of the Recruiters,” he says. Okay, good. That would've been incredibly awkward. “Anyway. Burkett's taken the girls to go to the Federal War Museum downtown. Azuma's busy talking things out with Danner regarding the new staff we're going to be hiring today.”

“Alright,” you say. “Well, I should-”

He places his hand on your shoulder. “No, no. You should relax. You look the balls, Lieutenant. Just... watch Fednet or something, read a book if you'd like.”

> “Nope. Get me a fresh uniform, I'm going to catch up to the girls.”
> “Alright.” Turn on Fednet, see what's up.
> “Nope. Get me a fresh uniform. I want to see Azuma and Danner.”
> Other

>>861344
>> “Nope. Get me a fresh uniform. I want to see Azuma and Danner.”
>> Other
"...but i guess i could use a shower first. And another pot of coffee."

>>861344
>> “Nope. Get me a fresh uniform. I want to see Azuma and Danner.”

>>861344
> “Nope. Get me a fresh uniform, I'm going to catch up to the girls.”

You caught up with Star Wars rebels schteel?

>>861344
>> “Nope. Get me a fresh uniform, I'm going to catch up to the girls.”

>>861359
Only up to Iron Squadron.

>>861344
>> “Nope. Get me a fresh uniform. I want to see Azuma and Danner.”

>>861344
> “Nope. Get me a fresh uniform. I want to see Azuma and Danner.”

> “Nope. Get me a fresh uniform. I want to see Azuma and Danner.”

“No, no, Mills. Get me a fresh uniform. I'm going to be productive today,” you declare. “We did great work yesterday...” You slowly rise up from your bed, then raise your arms and- Pop. Ow. Ooh jeez, okay, wow, that feels good now.

“Well, alright, ma'am. You still want breakfast?” he asks.

…

“Yeah, let's go with a light breakfast, just the eggs and the sausage,” you say. He nods, handing you the plate. Yes! You quickly start scarfing it down. “And gimme a fresh pot and prep my shower, will you?”

“Of course, Lieutenant!”

-

-

You slam open the door to the conference room, and find a fresh set of people accompanying Azuma, Danner, the Prime Minister and her retinue of generals and admirals. “Oh, I wasn't aware the Prime Minister was here,” you say. Everyone looks jovial at least, with the stick-in-the-mud higher ups celebrating with some champagne. The others look relatively unassuming, they must be Danner's people.

“Lieutenant.” The Prime Minister salutes you, as does everyone else in the room. You salute back, and allow them to drop it. “Let me be the first to congratulate you on a job well done.”

“Yes, yes,” says one of the Generals. “I daresay, this idea may actually work! Our recruitment numbers spiked overnight, we have people from all over the inner systems joining up now. Of course, almost all of them teenagers but still!” He smirks a bit.

“Right.” Prime Minister Thach glares at him a little. “I have requested Danner go through the interview process of hiring new talent to supplement your staff. No longer it will be Azuma and his sister, it will be a small team of support staff. He now has a team of lighting and sound techs, he has roadies, all of that.”

Danner nods. “Plus, we have a new songwriter coming in. I took the liberty of hiring her specifically on Azuma's word.” Oh, Azuma recommended her? She must be good then. “Tell us, what would you like to talk about.”

“Yeah, how about a new Idol from the Mobile Infantry?” asks one of the Generals. “We can have some potentials lined up within a week.”

> “Actually, I was planning on an Idol from the CDF.”
> “Who are we hiring?”
> “Is that champagne, don't mind if I do...”
> Other

>>861432
>> “Actually, I was planning on an Idol from the CDF.”

>>861432
>> “Actually, I was planning on an Idol from the CDF.”
>> “Is that champagne, don't mind if I do...”

>>861432
>> “Actually, I was planning on an Idol from the CDF.”
>> “Is that champagne, don't mind if I do...”
>> Other
"But another idol from MI is still on future plan."

>>861432
> “Actually, I was planning on an Idol from the CDF.”
This is an important opportunity for cross-branch cooperation and making those who can't or won't serve in the MI aware they can fight for the Federation in other ways, as well as those currently in the CDF that the MI is a future career path.

> “Actually, I was planning on an Idol from the CDF.”
> “Is that champagne, don't mind if I do...”

You slowly sidle on over to the boy holding the champagne bottle and some glasses. “Well, first off, I see some champagne.” That draws a laugh out of the general staff. “Secondly though...” You pour yourself a drink, then quickly chug the entire thing. Light buzz to it. Eh, not bad. “Secondly though, my next Idol is planned to be someone from the CDF.”

That silences the entire room. Even the civilian staff appears to be completely dumbstruck. “The CDF?” asks Prime Minister Thach.

“I told you,” says Danner. “But you didn't believe me.”

“Now, now, hold on.” One of the Generals stares at you with some amount of incredulity. “You want an Idol from the possibly the worst branch of the Federation. A branch that isn't even included as part of the Federal Service. You want a girl from that branch?”

You shrug. “Look. I never claimed to be a mediator or a responsible girl or anything else but... it could be an opportunity. Those who can't or won't serve in the MI or Fleet have another option if they're out in the Colonies, and those in the CDF could see the MI as a career path. Heck, people fighting in the CDF already could bring valuable experience to the MI.”

“What valuable experience, sitting on their ass all day waiting for the Bugs to invade or how to finger Miss Rottencrotch and her seven sisters?” The General staff starts laughing at the idea. Danner quickly calls Azuma to shoo the civilian staff out, leaving you alone with these braggarts and asshats. “Listen, Lieutenant. I know you may be a little naive. But the CDF are nothing but a bunch of Colonial hicks who spend their time either farming or fucking,” says one of the Generals to you as he would address a child. “You shouldn't-”

“Actually.” Prime Minister Thach folds her arms. “I think it's a good idea.”

…

One General, the one with buzzcut grey hair and a bit of a gut to his belly smirks. “You're joking.”

“General McClellan.” Prime Minister Thach glares at him. “Need I remind you I was the one who created the CDF? And the only reason it's not a Federal Service is because conservatives like yourselves refused to allow it.” The mocking nature of the meeting slowly grows cold. “I'll allow the Lieutenant to get an Idol from the CDF. But she will have to choose wisely,” she explains.

You smirk at them. “Thank you, Prime Minister.”

Danner walks up to everybody. “Well, now that that's settled.” He smiles a little, trying to lighten up the mood. “Lieutenant. You can get an Idol from the CDF anywhere. The Federation is a large place. Where do you think we should go?”

> The Outer Rings, the front line. Likely a place where you'll get an experienced fighter.
> The Inner Colonies, A mixture of both, though the Inner Colonies is only occasionally visited by the bugs.
> The Core Systems, no combat action at all but you're likely to find a naive girl to mold.
> Other

>>861533
>> The Outer Rings, the front line. Likely a place where you'll get an experienced fighter.

>>861533
>> The Outer Rings, the front line. Likely a place where you'll get an experienced fighter.
I'm voting this purely to get somebody with actual grievances towards the Federation government

>>861533
>> The Inner Colonies, A mixture of both, though the Inner Colonies is only occasionally visited by the bugs.

>>861533
> The Inner Colonies, A mixture of both, though the Inner Colonies is only occasionally visited by the bugs.
Middle ground ho!

>>861533
>> The Inner Colonies, A mixture of both, though the Inner Colonies is only occasionally visited by the bugs.
>Big bOObs

>>861533
>> The Outer Rings, the front line. Likely a place where you'll get an experienced fighter.

>>861533
>The Inner Colonies, A mixture of both, though the Inner Colonies is only occasionally visited by the bugs.
So basically the CDF are a bunch of organized militias the Federation begrugingly acknowledges but aren't actual Federal Service.

>>861533
>> The Outer Rings, the front line. Likely a place where you'll get an experienced fighter.

> The Outer Rings, the front line. Likely a place where you'll get an experienced fighter.

“The Outer Rings?” asks General McClellan. “You won't find much else there except for the ruins of Zegema Beach and lots of Arachnids.”

“Well, the priority for me is if they can fight. That is what the Idols are supposed to do half the time when they aren't singing,” you say.

Prime Minister Thach nods. “We'll send out you to Fleet Battlestation Knox when you're ready, there you can prepare yourself to be sent to the frontline. Hopefully you may even do something worthy of the papers. For now, Lieutenant, it's your choice if you want to spend time with photoshoots and maybe even another concert or perhaps join the fight immediately.” You nod. “Right then, you should meet your new staff.”

Danner nudges you. “This way.” You, Danner, and Azuma step out of the conference room to meet the ten strong civilian staff. “We've got two sound techs, these are Hailey and Jim.” You shake their hands. “Former Fleet techs, mind you.” You did notice Jim has a prosthetic arm, must have been groundside once. “Lighting tech Gerry.” Gerry grins, happily shaking your hand.

“It's nice to meet you, Lieutenant!” says Gerry. “Big fan, mighty big fan!”

“He was in with the MI as of two months ago,” says Danner. “We got roadies, Frank, Donnell, Hightower, Skinner.” The four of them tower over you, all male too. Very uh... muscular. “Make up artist Severino.” Severino smiles, her brown skin and her bright eyes making her look cheery. “Dance instructor Faraday.”

Faraday grins. Jesus Christ, he's got some powerful thighs, and his arms. This guy is your dance instructor!? “It's a pleasure to meet you! I hope these girls learn well! I happen to be one of the top dancing instructors in the Federation, I've taught five Olympic gymnasts and-”

“Yeah, no one cares,” says Danner. “And songwriter.” He looks around. “Songwriter!”

Azuma sighs. “Nonon's late.”

“Hiiii!” You hear someone come down the hall. And coming down is a very small girl, only a few inches taller than Saki you presume. She wears a flat cap, a dark trenchcoat to mask her body, and a pair of sunglasses. “Hey, hey, hey, ramblers! Are we getting rambling today!?” She holds out her hand to you. “You must be the Lieutenant! I'm Nonon Kobayashi.”

“Nice to meet you.” Nonon turns her sunglasses down, looking at Azuma. He nods to Non, folding his arms.

“Good to see you, Nonon,” says Azuma.

“Oh, do you two know each other?” you ask.

Nonon smiles. “I'm his ex-girlfriend.” … oh. “He's told me a lot about you, Lieutenant.”

> “Hopefully not everything.”
> “What'd he say, was it good? Did he say I was cute?”
> “You're a lucky girl, Azuma's a great guy.”
> Other

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>>861693
>“Hopefully not everything.”

>last name not Jakuzure

>>861715
I was tempted to but I decided against it at the last second.

>>861693
> “Hopefully not everything.”

>>861715
She's adorable!

>>861693
> “Hopefully not everything.”
> “But he at least said I was cute, right?”

>>861693
>> “Hopefully not everything~”

> “Hopefully not everything.”

You snort. “Hopefully not everything.”

“Oh, trust me, he's told me -everything-,” she says. You roll your eyes. Azuma looks away, whistling innocently. “Anyway, it's nice to meet you, Lieutenant. I look forward to working with you. And to working with all of you!” She holds her arms up in the air. “Let's make this the best Idol production this side of the Galaxy, woo!”

“Right,” says Danner. “Now that we have the most basic crew at our disposal, we should have an easier time with things. Concerts can be prepared in advance, we'll now have original songs at our disposal, the girls don't need to go to Naka for dancing lessons they can go to Faraday.” Faraday proudly, rubbing his quite muscular chest. “Girls won't need to fix their own suits either, our roadies are trained in mechanics and can easily fix and modify them if need be. All in all, we're in a good place in terms of our staff. The more we expand, it'll be more expensive, but it will take more loads off of our team as a whole.”

“I know how to run a Company,” you explain. “Don't lecture me.” Danner grunts. “Alright, everyone. Thanks for meeting us then.” They all look at you. “First thing's first. Soon, we'll be on our way to Fleet Battlestation Knox, then onto the Outer Colonies where we'll hopefully recruit our next Idol.”

Danner nods. “That's another thing. Did you want to spend more time here in the system to build up some publicity, or did you want to go now?”

> “Let's spend some time here on Earth. Get some photoshoots in, then we can go.”
> “I want another concert, get me that concert then we'll go.”
> “No, let's go tomorrow.”
> Other

>>861771
>“Let's spend some time here on Earth. Get some photoshoots in, then we can go.”

>>861771
>> “Let's spend some time here on Earth. Get some photoshoots in, then we can go.”

>>861771
>“Let's spend some time here on Earth. Get some photoshoots in, then we can go.”

>>861771
> “Let's spend some time here on Earth. Get some photoshoots in, then we can go.”

> “Let's spend some time here on Earth. Get some photoshoots in, then we can go.”

“Let's get some photoshoots in while we're here. Then we can go off to the frontline. We'll be there a while so we might as well spend some time getting some photoshoots in. Nothing lewd, okay?”

Danner smirks. “Please, I'm blind. I wouldn't even be able to appreciate it.” Figures. “I'll set something up for tomorrow. You go grab the girls, alright? Maybe introduce them to the whole team. The rest of you, you just stay here. Corporal Mills will be around to direct you all to your rooms. We'll have free catering-” Everyone's eyes perk up at the words 'free catering' “-downstairs.” The entire civilian staff save for Nonon heads down to get some free food. Figures. “I'll be in talks with the Prime Minister alright?”

“See you, Danner.” He nods, leaving you three. You smirk at Azuma. “So, Azuma. Nonon, eh?”

Nonon leans closer to you. “Yeah. What's up?”

“Look, Nonon. I got you this job because I respect you and I know you need money for your hobbies, alright?”

“Hobbies?” you ask.

“I'm really into my shows,” she says. “I collect a lot of figures, do a lot of artwork, write a lot of songs for my favorite 2D guys.” Oh, she's one of those people. “Azuma was never really into that stuff.”

“Because a lot of it is nothing that Saki should see in her lifetime,” he says firmly.

Nonon rolls her eyes. “Azuma's a casual. But I can forgive that, he's a real darling.”

“Oh, I know,” you say. The two of you giggle at Azuma's expense.

“Can we just pick up the girls?” he asks. Yeah, yeah, we can, just...

> “Eh, fuck it. Let's go.”
> “Nonon, tell me everything. EVERYTHING.”
> “Azuma, how come you broke up with a girl like this? She's cute!”
> Other

>>861842
> “Nonon, tell me everything. EVERYTHING.”
>Also what the fuck type of a name is Nonon?

>>861842
>“Azuma, how come you broke up with a girl like this? She's cute!”

>>861842
>“Azuma, how come you broke up with a girl like this? She's cute!”

>>861842
> “Nonon, tell me everything. EVERYTHING.”
Today's thread theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gDvq9USBbUA

> “Azuma, how come you broke up with a girl like this? She's cute!”

“How come you broke up with a girl like this, Azuma! She's cute, real cute! Not as cute as me, but cute!”

Azuma sighs. “We didn't see eye to eye on a lot of things. It mostly got to the point where I was just supporting her and her hobby and all she did was sit around watching her cartoons all day. I mean, you know how the Federal Service teaches us that we need to take responsibility, I'm surprised that-”

“Kei-chan, please,” says Nonon mockingly. “I can take responsibility sometimes!” She nudges you. “I actually did the dishes this morning!”

“When was the last time you did them?” you ask.

“Two months ago,” she says. Hm. Interesting. “But hey! Come on, I'll tell you all about how cute Azuma can be sometimes, Lieutenant-kun.” Oooh, this ought to be juicy!

“Nonon, please!” Azuma is left behind while the two of you talk. “Nonon! Come on, she doesn't need to know!”

-

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[1/2]

>>861968
[2/2]

You snicker, rubbing your noise as Nonon keeps talking. She's been talking for the past hour or so that you've been in traffic trying to get to the Federal War Museum in New York. “... and he always stopped by the neighbor's house to pet the dog! I swear! He showed that little mutt more attention than he did for me!”

“That's terrible!” you say shockingly to a very disinterested Azuma. “I mean, I love dogs, Azuma. I have my own dog, Cyrano, you know him! But come on!”

“The old lady could barely take care of herself, let alone her dog,” he says.

“If you think that's bad.” Nonon grins as the three of you step up the steps to the War Museum. “I should show you some pictures of our Christmas party! I still have them in fact!” She quickly reaches for her phone, hurrying to get them out of her database.

“That was two years ago, why do you still have them!?” yells Azuma.

“Kei-chan, you wound me!” Nonon makes her lip quiver sadly, obviously about to burst into crocodile tears. “Is outside the realm of imagination that maybe I'd keep some of the memories of us being together?” She quickly shows you the phone.

Oh Jesus- “AAHAHAHA!” You hold your gut. What the fuck is that!? Why is hearing that!? Why is Nonon wearing that too!? What's going on in this photo!? Ah God! Your guts are going to explode, please no more. “Ahaha! Oh shit! Azuma, what the-”

He takes the phone, blushing intensely. “I was drunk!” He shoves it into Nonon's hands. “You said you'd never show that to anyone.”

“I said I'd never show that to anyone, not that I'd promise,” she says. “So where are we?”

The three of you step into the sparsely populated Federal War Museum. The lobby itself was one great big exhibit. On the dome in the ceiling was a simulated night sky, with millions of stars and the arms of the galaxy visible. And below that, at ground level, was a suited trooper wearing Marauder armor. In one hand the flag of the Federation, in the other an MPAR, and below him grass and flowers. On the base of the exhibit was a small plaque, which read:

“We are the young, the old, the men, the women, the dark and light-skinned.”
“We are the forgotten martyrs and the legendary heroes.”
“We are the Mobile Infantry, we are the Federal Fleet.”
“We conquer the stars so you may look at them and feel safe.”
“And when we come back, we build you your homes.”
“We are the Citizens.”

Nonon blinks. “Wow. Deep. So where are they then?”

> Call them to rally here. Might as well leave now.
> Check the Hall of Remembrance.
> Visit the Federal Arms and Equipment Hall.
> See the Heroes of the Federation Wing.
> Other

>>861921
I believe we're supposed to sound inspiring, not sinisterly fascistic unless the audience is into that kind of thing

>>861974
>> Visit the Federal Arms and Equipment Hall.

>>861974
> Visit the Federal Arms and Equipment Hall.

>>861974
>> See the Heroes of the Federation Wing.

>>861974
>Visit the Federal Arms and Equipment Hall.

>>861974
>See the Heroes of the Federation Wing.

They're probably looking for us.

>>861974
>Visit the Federal Arms and Equipment Hall.

> Visit the Federal Arms and Equipment Hall.

-

-

Nonon blinks at the long line of suits lining the hall. “Wow!” You wouldn't expect a civilian to understand each and every suit, but Nonon's amazement at all of them is still quite a joy to see. “There's so many! How do you use them all?”

Azuma says, “We don't. We phase out older suits for new ones.” He points to the Mark I. “That's a Mark I Challenger PIA, built by British Leyland.” Nonon is absolutely dwarfed by it. “We used them over a hundred years ago during the First Space War. This was one of the biggest equalizers of the battlefield. Could turn men into supermen.”

“Yep,” you say. “Moving on is the Mark II Devastator.” The Mark II visually resembles the Mark I in body, but in head, the big capsule for a head is replaced by an actual head and helmet. It also experimented with having the head articulate and rotate as well, along with being the first suit to feature on-board weaponry: in this case a wrist mounted flamethrower and not much else.

“Then the Mark III Avenger.” Azuma points to the blackened Avenger. There aren't many Avengers left because Avengers first came out during the First Bug War, and most examples were either destroyed or sent to training camps where clumsy recruits basically grated them down to size. This particular example is missing its left arm, where an onboard double barreled shotgun would be. “And then the Mark IV Privateer and the Mark V Highwaymen, both came out at the same time and both were the first suits to actually have jumpjets specifically tailored to their weight rather than be slapped on as an after thought.”

“Wait, wait, wait.” Nonon shakes her head. “This is all so confusing and-” She points to walls, where lots of weapons used by the MI and Fleet are kept. “Whoa, what's all that!?”

“Oh, that's a Morita Mark I Smartrifle,” you explain. “Before the introduction of suits and energy weaponry, we used to have regular guns. We phased them out once the logistics and the power issues were sorted out.”

Azuma nods. “CDF still uses a lot of them alongside the Pulse weapons like that Phased Pulse Rifle there. It's in the 50-watt range and can penetrate up to three inches of solid steel.”

“Lot of issues with heat though, so an assault rifle actually has a QB,” you say.

[1/2]

>>862128
[2/2]

“Plus, they come with picatinny rails so if you want LED sights or some manner of tactical attachments, you're good to go. Usually though, the big mod for Pulse Rifles were heatsinks to help manage the heat. The thing about Pulse Rifles is that they can build up enough heat that they can eventually cause the barrel to burst. Hence why they need quick-change barrels. If you were wondering, Nonon.”

Nonon presses her face against the glass of one exhibit, which on the backwall shows a mural of Federation troopers pre-suits fighting the Chinese Hegemony with tanks, regular bulletproof vests, regular guns, and nothing but grit. “Did the MI ever use tanks?” asks Nonon.

“Not since the war with the Hegemony,” you explain. “Tanks became obsolete once you started equipping every trooper with the firepower of one. So all those tanks you see in movies and cartoons? Yeah, those don't exist anymore.” Nonon nods slowly. “Do we need to slow anything down for you?”

“I am so confused,” says Nonon.

“Hey, Lieutenant!” You turn your head to see Olga and Naka. Olga waves her hand to you, sunglasses, trenchcoat, and hat on her head. “Hey!” She hurries over to you, with Naka as well trailing behind in the same outfit. “We're undercover!”

“... really,” you say. The first thing someone says to you when they're undercover is to say they're undercover. That's cute. “Where's everyone else?”

“I dunno,” says Olga. “We said we'd meet up later in the cafe for dinner. But this is so cool! My Daddy built half the stuff in here you know!” You fold your arms, smirking. “Who's this?” She looks to Nonon.

“Your new songwriter,” says Nonon. Olga and Naka gasp.

“Oooooooh! We have so much to tell you!” both Olga and Naka say. Nonon looks like she immediately regrets saying that.

> Go to the cafe and wait for the others.
> Head to the Heroes of the Federation Wing
> Check the Hall of Remembrance.
> Other

>>862138
>Check the Hall of Remembrance.

>>862138
>Check the Hall of Remembrance.

>>862138
>> Check the Hall of Remembrance.

>>862138
> Check the Hall of Remembrance.

>>862138
>Check the Hall of Remembrance.

>>862138
> Check the Hall of Remembrance.

We do a lot of drinking. We should go get a reason

> Check the Hall of Remembrance.

-

-

With Olga and Naka now in tow, the five of you got to the centerpiece of the Federal War Museum, the Hall of Remembrance. There was a sign out in front of it, requesting a respectful silence as you walked through. Considering how few people were in the museum right now, it wouldn't be too hard. “What's this part of the museum?” asks Nonon. Azuma turns around and makes a shushing noise. Nonon gasps, then nods.

The Hall of Remembrance was stunningly simple. It was a large cross shaped room, and along the walls was a holographic scroll of millions of names of people who died in the Federal Service. From the very founding of the Federation, all the way to today, about a hundred years worth of fighting for the Federation. But that wasn't what made it so special. Any memorial could do that.

Nonon, Olga, and Naka all gasped quietly as they turned their heads upwards to see what made the Hall of Remembrance so special. They heard the soft chiming of metal and probably assumed it was something else. But when they saw, they knew.

On the ceiling were the dogtags of almost every person killed in the Federal Service. A very haunting metallic chiming rang through the Hall as you walked from the dogtags clinking and clanging against each other. Of course, it's not all the dogtags of every trooper. A family member can respectfully request that a dogtag be returned to them and the Museum will comply. But the sheer scale of it dwarfs anything and anybody else in the room.

And there you find Burkett. He turns around to you, quirking his brow. You nod to him. The two of you silently communicate, asking where Stacy and Rosalie are.

He points down the way, showing Rosalie and Stacy sitting down on a bench, looking up at all the dogtags. Burkett folds his arms, quietly sighing, clearly not comfortable standing in the Hall itself. He's got some baggage that's for sure.

And to be frank, standing here was sending a horrific chill down your spine. Some of the dogtags in here were men that you once commanded.

One of them was Dizzy Flores.

You walk on up to Rosalie and Stacy, then sit down next to them. Rosalie looks stunned, possibly contemplating if she'll end up here one day. Stacy is thinking the same thing most likely, but clearly not enjoying the thought. Most people look to numbers to see the cost of a war. And when you put things down to a number, it doesn't seem so bad. A million is only seven digits. Seven isn't that big of a deal.

But a million in a room where you can see all of it. That was a big deal.

> Take Rosalie and Stacy out. Time for dinner.
> See if you can find Dizzy's dogtag.
> Sit and stare, contemplate.
> Other

>>862294
>> Take Rosalie and Stacy out. Time for dinner.

>>862294
> See if you can find Dizzy's dogtag.
>Proceed to Stare and contemplate

>Try to find some bloody closure cause we ain't have any yet.

>>862294
>Take Rosalie and Stacy out. Time for dinner.

>>862294
>> See if you can find Dizzy's dogtag.

>>862294
>Other
Give the girls a hug.
> Take Rosalie and Stacy out. Time for dinner.

>>862294
> Sit and stare, contemplate

Give Burkett the nod that he can leave if he wants. We get it.

gots some fills in here tonight

>>862416
Eh, Oh well.

>>862424
lest iv got a shit ton of spaghetti
iwill not spill it everywhere

>>862294
> See if you can find Dizzy's dogtag.
> feel empty

> Take Rosalie and Stacy out. Time for dinner.

You place a hand on Rosalie's shoulder, then nudge your head over to Stacy. She blinks in surprise, then nods. You can tell she's been a bit shaken up. Rosalie as well continues to look up at it all, still in awe of it. Part of you really wants to see if you can find Dizzy in here somewhere. But the vast majority of you wants to get out and just move on. It'll just bring up some hurtful memories anyway. You nod to Burkett, and allow him to follow you out with the others.

-

-

“... they're a prominent magazine company within the system,” says Danner. He informs you of a photoshoot opportunity tomorrow with SHOUT Magazine. “Don't worry, nothing lewd. At least, nothing too lewd anyway.”

“I draw the line at nudes,” you say.

“Oh, don't worry, nothing nude. Just uh... just report tomorrow at the address. They're based in New York City thankfully. We'll have the girls take some pictures. These guys are real reliable, so don't you worry,” he says.

“Thanks, Danner.” You hang up the phone, then get back to eating a light dinner of spaghetti and meatballs, five pieces of garlic bread, two whole apples sliced up into pieces, a side of fries and chicken nuggets, a basket of onion rings, and some cornflakes. Everyone ate rather quietly.

This made Nonon a bit of a third wheel. “Um. I know I'm just a civilian and everything but... I thought the museum was pretty cool.”

“Thanks, Nonon,” says Azuma.

Olga smiles at you. “So, we're doing a photoshoot tomorrow?” You nod. “Awesome! Do we have to wear swimsuits or anything like that? I like to think I've got a pretty nice body after all!” Actually, you'd argue that Stacy is the most conventionally attractive of the Idols, but you remain quiet on the matter.

“I draw the line at nudes, that's all,” you say.
[1/2]

>>862480
“Wow. That's a shame,” says Stacy. “I was hoping I'd bare my breasts to the entire galaxy.” Sarcasm will get you nowhere you little delinquent.

Rosalie looks to you. “I heard we're going to the front soon. Are we going to be fighting the Bugs?”

“We're going to be recruiting a new Idol from the CDF,” you explain. The girls all look at you with some element of confusion. “What? The CDF does good work.” Even Azuma looks a bit weirded out by that.

“What's the CDF?” asks Nonon.

Burkett speaks up. “The Colonial Defense Force is a Colonial program to raise militias of men and women to defend their planets from Arachnid invasion. Legally, they're not allowed to participate in offensive operations, their duty is defense and humanitarian aide. As a result, they're not recognized as a Federal Service, being a Colonial development. They gotta make do with some of the crappier material, they don't even get suits.”

“How do they fight the Bugs then?” asks Nonon.

“With great difficulty,” says Azuma.

> Order up some alcohol, you could use quite a lot right now.
> Talk with the girls, get their opinions. Stacy in particular looks a bit disturbed.
> Talk with the adults. Nonon must have more stories.
> Other

>>862486
> Talk with the girls, get their opinions. Stacy in particular looks a bit disturbed.

>>862486
>> Talk with the girls, get their opinions. Stacy in particular looks a bit disturbed.

>>862486
> Order up some alcohol, you could use quite a lot right now.
> Talk with the girls, get their opinions. Stacy in particular looks a bit disturbed.
Wombo-combo.

>>862486
>> Talk with the girls, get their opinions. Stacy in particular looks a bit disturbed.

the cdf have some of the bigest balls how are they not getting pulled into the mi like recuted later on?

>>862486
>Talk with the girls, get their opinions. Stacy in particular looks a bit disturbed.

>>862486
>Talk with the girls, get their opinions. Stacy in particular looks a bit disturbed.

>>862521
Cross-branch contempt. Same reason militaries ever since the separation of Navy and Army (and later Chair Force) can stumble on some doctrine or technological advancement that could greatly help another branch but because it was discovered by the Army but would help the Navy, it never gets passed on until the Navy learns the hard way.

>>862486
>Talk with the girls, get their opinions. Stacy in particular looks a bit disturbed.

>>862521
I guess there was already a pre-conceived idea of colonials being a bunch of backwards hillbillies, and because of that the formation of the CDF looked like a joke to everybody

> Talk with the girls, get their opinions. Stacy in particular looks a bit disturbed.

“Stacy.” She jumps a bit, then looks to you. “You seem a little off. I'm guessing Hall of Remembrance...?”

“It was-” She shrugs. “It was really scary. All that quiet, all those dogtags on the ceiling. I mean, any other day, it's just a trip to the museum. But now that I'm Mobile Infantry, now that I actually got to fight. Um.” She bites her lip a bit. “Well, it's uh... I don't want to end up on that ceiling. I don't really want to die.”

Rosalie frowns a bit. “Well, I'd gladly die for the Federation. If it means people can live just a little easier.” The dinner table gets a whole lot more quiet.

“Did Sergeant Dune ever tell you guys what man's greatest advantage over the Bugs is?” They all shake their heads. “It's not a suit, it's not tactics, it's not weapons or ships or anything like that. See, Bugs don't have fear like we do. They don't know fear, they aren't selfish, they don't know death. And because of that, they're pretty fierce fighters. But what makes us even more fierce is our fear of death. People will do a lot of things even to othe rpeople to avoid dying. That fear of death is our greatest advantage. It's survival instinct he says.” You give a look to Burkett, who looks down at his food, going back to eating.

“Right.” Rosalie leans back in her seat. “Sorry, I mean- I just-”

“It's understandable, don't worry. Stacy, as for you. It's perfectly natural to not want to die.”

Naka pouts a little. “I hate to burst the balloon on this serious talk. But why are we all so in the dumps!? We're Idols now! We hit it off our first time! Look at us, we had to disguise ourselves just to keep from being stopped and being photographed by random people!”

“That's right.” Olga pumps her fist. “Even if we are troopers, we are Idols too! And I say we celebrate a bit more!” She leans over the table to you. “Lieutenant! Let's go back to the Hotel and get ourselves some drinks!”

“You're not of legal drinking age,” you say. “Though, I can just buy drinks for myself.”

“What kind of stupid Federation has it that people can enlist but they can't legally drink alcohol?” asks Stacy. Yeah, that is kind of stupid. But you won't argue it either.

“We should get back to the Hotel actually,” says Azuma. Hm, he's right.

> Back to the Hotel to get some drinks.
> Back to the Hotel to catch some z's.
> Back to the Hotel to hit the gym.
> Other

>>862631
> Back to the Hotel to hit the gym.
Drinking after that museum visit probably won't help.

>>862631
>> Back to the Hotel to hit the gym.

>>862631
>> Back to the Hotel to hit the gym.
Looking cute won't come by itself

>>862631
>Back to the Hotel to get some drinks.
Wash it down, LT

>>862567
>>862582
yer it sucks and it would help with alot of things and losse of life and wining the war
hoping the girl/guy we get from the cdf will help get them a pass into the fed
can we make a song about them called paying my dues and it should be about them gettting that sweet fed service and defend it, to show people they are apaert of it and not some hillbilly dickheads

>>862631
> Back to the Hotel to hit the gym.

If we're going hot we need to be in shape.

>>862631
>Back to the Hotel to hit the gym.

Remove Chubby!

>>862631
>Back to the Hotel to get some drinks.
But only light stuff for the kids.
Hard cider and iced teas.

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>>862653
Dealing with our CDF idol is gonna be a balancing act though. We'd do a performance to inspire more colonials to join the MI and the CDF, but the CDF girl would be against her people get sent out with inadequate equipment and training yet get no citizenship. She'd start disagreeing with us over what she sees as an injustice, and things could get political/melodramatic mighty fast.

Also, should we give our CDF idol power armor training? I know Naka would either fly a fighter or be held back, but sending a meatshield to a battlefield with power armor and plasma fire everywhere either makes her useless or gets her killed.

>>862698
i know but we will need it
and hoping itl make the cdf look better and get the upgrades and government benefits they should get.

> Back to the Hotel to hit the gym.

-

-

You smack and punch up the punching bag. Around you, the other girls get in some exercise as well. Naka leads Rosalie on a jog around the gym room. “Come on, Rosalie-san! Just another two laps!” Rosalie to her credit is continuing on despite her exhaustion. How she managed to get through MI training will always escape you. You suppose sheer patriotism is what allowed her through. Olga and Stacy meanwhile do yoga stretches on mats next to you. And on a bench, you see Nonon writing in her notebook, probably working on a song of some kind. She nods her head along to music pumping through her headphones.

You slug the punching bag once more, and feel it hold steady. “Lieutenant.” Azuma. He holds the punching bag for you. “Arms up!” You hold up your arms as he pushes it against you. “Good, good.”

“Mister Azuma.” Olga looks over at you. “So, how often a day do we have to train to uh... use our suits?”

“Minimum for MI is 30 pull-ups, 50 push-ups, 50 curl-ups, 3 miles in 30 minutes every day,” says Azuma. “Of course, me and the Lieutenant have been out for some time. Burkett is uh... where's Burkett?”

“Drinking,” you say. Like you should be right now. You really could use a nice whiskey.

“Well, whatever. Basically it takes quite a bit to maintain a trooper's physique.” Olga nods, understanding of that. “And as for you, Lieutenant. Glad to see you burning off some of that chub.”

“Please, I never had chub in the first place.” You give the bag a right hook. “I'm as beautiful and sexy as the day I joined the MI.” Azuma shrugs.

“By the way though uh...” Azuma places his hands on his hips. “You don't mind Nonon, right?” Olga and Stacy look over, now suddenly curious. What does he mean? “Like uh... her being my ex-girlfriend and I know. I know it's nepotism to allow her to be our songwriter and all, I did recommend her and everything but uh... you'll get along with her, right?”

> “If she's fine with me, I'm fine with her.”
> “Are you suggesting something here, Azuma?”
> Just don't let her get in my way.”
> Other

>>862738
>> “Are you suggesting something here, Azuma?”
This is teasing right?

>>862749
You're teasing Azuma

He doesn't like being teased.

>>862738
>> “Are you suggesting something here, Azuma?”
With a smug raised eyebrow, of course.

>>862738
>“If she's fine with me, I'm fine with her.”

>>862738
>> “Are you suggesting something here, Azuma?”
pose and flex

>>862738
>"Are you suggesting something here, Azume?"
>So who will you pick? Me? Nonon?
>Or both *seductively cute smirk*
>meanwhile while Azuma blushing like a thousand suns Olga and Stacy suddenly got wet hearing all of that and excused themselves silently

>>862738
>“Are you suggesting something here, Azuma?”

See if he deploys pasta countermeasures

>>862738
>I know you belong to me Azume, Don't worry my dear.

>>862738
>Other
"What, you afraid I'll hook up with her?"

>>862738
> “Are you suggesting something here, Azuma?”
BULLY

>>862738
>“If she's fine with me, I'm fine with her.”

> “Are you suggesting something here, Azuma?”

You smirk, quirking your brows up. “Oooh, are you suggesting something, Azuma?”

“Suggesting something!? No, no!” He shakes his head, holding his hands up defensively. “I'm not suggesting anything! I'm just- you know, it'll be awkward, ex-girlfriend working with my boss! The two of you might not get along all that great! It's, it's-”

Stacy clears her throat. “Lieutenant. I think I know what Azuma is asking for.” Oh, you think you know too. Olga giggles, slapping her cheeks and blushing intesely, knowing just as well.

“Wh- stow it, Stacy!” yells Azuma. “Th- that's not what I'm asking about!” He blushes profusely. “I'm just- I'm just hoping you two will get along and we can all be friends and we get through this nice and easy! No strings attached! Nothing funny about it! Okay!? Okay!?”

You bite your lip, then nudges your head towards Nonon. “She is pretty cute.” You two look over at Nonon. Her headphones are around her neck. She heard everything.

And she has the smuggest smirk on her face. “What?” she asks.

“Ah, forget it!” He waves it off. “I'm out of here!” With that, he storms off. Nonon stands up and walks on over to you.

“To be completely fair to Azuma...” Nonon sighs deeply. “If I were in his spot, I'd probably inquire about it too.” She smirks at you.

“What, the whole being friends even though you're his ex-girlfriend and I'm his boss? Or the whole uh... threesome aspect?”

“Yes.” She winks at you. “See ya round.” She walks off as well, whistling as she flips through her notebook.

Interesting girl.

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That's it for Starship Idols tonight. We'll see if we can come back on Thanksgiving day. Until then though, I got some time if you got questions. Hope you enjoyed regardless.

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>>862930
Thanks for running Schteel

>>862924
but she didnt tell us what that yes was too lol
thnaks man

>>862930
So uh, Did Azuma just rush off to fap?

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>>862930
Thanks for the run Schteel.

>>862930
Thanks for the fun, boss

The next day dawned as you arrived at one of the many skyscrapers of New York City. Today was photoshoot day. And it seemed only Olga and Naka were excited! “Woohoo!” Naka jumps up in the air, arms up, bouncing in glee. “We're going to get our pictures taken! We're going to be in a magazine! We're gonna be even more famous! Sugoi!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Olga and Naka bounced and skipped around each other, jabbering incoherently as the rest of you stepped out the van. The full party for today was you, Mills, Azuma, Nonon, Burkett, and Saki, with the other Idols Stacy and Rosalie also coming as well. “I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait!” They run around your group, their boundless energy unceasing as all of you head into the building.

At the lobby, a receptionist checks you in. “SHOUT Magazine?” she asks. You nod. “Thirtieth floor, Suite B North. Mister McCallister will meet with you there.”

“Thank you,” you say. Naka and Olga continue running circles around the group, drawing the attention of several executives and security guards as they yelp and shout in joy. “Naka, Olga, could you please calm down? It's just getting your pictures taken.”

“I know, I know, but SHOUT Magazine is one of the biggest teen magazines in the Federation!” says Olga. “They helped make Shannon Shujumi's career when she was just starting out!” Feh. Shannon Shujumi.

“And now they're going to help make our career!” says Naka. “We're going to be Idols! We're going to be famous, wooo-” Burkett stops the two of them in their tracks by physically lifting them up by the collar. “... we'll calm down.”

“Good,” says Burkett. “I'd hate for you two to accidentally run out a window or something, that'd break my heart.”

Security clears you through the gates in the sterile yet lavish officescape. And there, you enter into one of the elevators. It's a bit of a tight squeeze considering how many of you there are, but it's not that bad. If anything, the fact that you and Nonon were squeezing Azuma together was a bit of comic relief. “Hey. Kei-chan. Remember when we-”

“Please don't,” he asks. She smirks, snickering to herself.

Ding. You arrive at your floor. The hallway is well-lit, a splendid white establishment it seems. On the wall behind the reception desk was in big letters SHOUT! There a receptionist smiles at all of you. “Oh, you must be the Lieutenant and company! Wait right here, Mister McAllister will meet with you all in just a moment.” You look around, then quickly settle yourself down on a bench. Burkett, Azuma, and Mills do precisely the same.

Nonon looks at you all. “Quick to get sit down, huh?”

“Why stand when you can sit?” asks Mills. You all nod, agreeing to that.

[1/2]

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>>864467
[2/2]

After only a few seconds of waiting though, Mister McAllister arrives. A big jolly old fat man in a black suit, with balding grey hair and a happy smile on his face. “You must be the War Hero turned Idol Producer!” He holds out his hand to you while your Idols crowd around behind you. You shake it, smiling to him. “I'm Mister Floyd McAllister! I run photography operations here at SHOUT Magazine, it's an honor to meet you.”

“Thank you,” you say. “So, you're going to take pictures of my girls then?”

“That's right, that's right. We're planning on a cover photo for next week's issue along with a full six page spread with bios and info on each girl you currently have in your company, including yourself if you're so inclined.” … oh? “Come on, a cute girl like yourself, Lieutenant, it'd be too good to pass up!”

You cough, clearing your throat. Oh man, this fat bastard is already charming your pants off. “Please.”

“Ah, but first, let's get acquainted with the photographers. Uh, I'll have to ask your hanger ons here to wait outside, just you and the Idols please,” he asks.

> “Sure. Mills, Saki, Burkett, Azuma, Nonon. Wait out here.”
> “I'd prefer they come with me.”
> Other

>>864474
> “I'd prefer they come with me.”

>>864474
>>> “Sure. Mills, Saki, Burkett, Azuma, Nonon. Wait out here.”

>>864474
>> “I'd prefer they come with me.”

>>864474
>> “I'd prefer they come with me.”

>>864474
>> “I'd prefer they come with me.”

> “I'd prefer they come with me.”

He frowns a little, but nods. “Okay, understandable I suppose. You all can come in, just please don't get in the way of our photography teams,” he says. “We try to run a tight ship around here.” He leads you all to the security door. He runs his keycard through the authenticator, then allows all of you step in first.

There, you find quite a large studio of sets, photography equipment, lights, and other nonsense. These days, most photographers who want to do staged shots don't really go out and find them anymore. They have holographic technology for that. Without even leaving the comfort of your studio, you can photograph places from New York, Boston, all the way to the Outer Rings to Zegema Beach and Myrmido. You fold your arms, watching as a team of photographers assemble their lenses while makeup and costume artists quickly shunt your Idols away before you can say anything. “Where are they going?”

“Wardrobe,” says Mister McAllister. “Now, you're set for a total of around 300 photographs today.” 300!? “Of course, only 10 or 15 might get into the magazine. It's all about the editing process. But we have to make your girls look and feel their best.”

“There's not going to be anything lewd involved is there?” you ask.

“Not if you don't want it,” he says with a smile. Your very blunt glare makes him drop it. “No, nothing uh... risque. At most, maybe an underwear shot or two but that'll be that.”

“Good,” you declare.

Azuma points to the spotlights. “You got good equipment here. Very expensive stuff.” How can he tell?

“Yeah. SHOUT Magazine wasn't too big a few years ago, then we gave Shannon Shujumi a spread during her early days.” Mister McAllister whistle, shooting his finger up. “Right to the top! We have her to thank for a lot of things, really! Tell you what, Lieutenant. If you'd like, we can run you through wardrobe, maybe take a few tasteful pictures of you here and there...?”

> “I'd love to.”
> “The girls are here to be photographed, not me.”
> “We'll see later after my girls are shot up.”
> Other

>>864554
> “I'd love to.”


Awww Yis. We're cute and they know it!

>>864554
>> “I'd love to.”
People love a woman in uniform

>>864554
>> “I'd love to.”
Title it "The Cute Lieutenant".

>>864554
>I'd love too

THANK GOD WE FUCKING BEEN WORKING OUT

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>>864554

>>864554
>> “We'll see later after my girls are shot up.”
"can't steal spotlight from my girls, you know" *wink*

>>864617
Bull shit! Lt a best!

>>864637
Yeah, but LT ain't the idol here, and her singing is canonically horrendous.

>>864554
>> “I'd love to.”

>>864645
It's photos and she's super cute.

> “I'd love to.”

You grin. “I'd love to.” Finally, someone admits that you're stunning attractive! And it only took a fat guy in a suit with actual functioning eyes to do it. “Thank you.”

“Are you sure, Lieutenant?” asks Azuma. “I mean-”

“Not now, Azuma, come on. Let's do it!” You pump your fist, grinning stupidly. “I'm going to be in a magazine!” Mister McAllister laughs, leading you over to wardrobe. “So, what's this going to involve?”

“Anything you'd like,” he says. “But first, let's pretty you up. We already have a spare dress uniform for a rainy day in case you want one.” Excellent!

-

-

You sit in front of the mirror, letting the makeup artist do up your face in such a way that it preserves your natural appearance while also making it relatively flawless. Just eliminating some of the imperfections all that. The artist is a young effeminate man of indeterminate racial origin with spiky green hair and a bit of a sass to his tone. “You know, Lieutenant, you have such rough skin, how do you manage that?” he asks.

“It's called four odd years of fighting in a war,” you say.

“Oh, stupid question, stupid answer~!” he says.

“Wow, we look great!” Olga spins around in her white sundress handed to her by the magazine. The others as well wear the same attire, with Stacy being the only one who looks out of place. Weird considering you imagined her as the centerpiece of the Idol group for the most part. “Oooh, this dress is so cute, I'm dying!”

“I can't wait to take my photos!” says Naka. “Everyone will know the name: Naka! Fleet Idol!”

Rosalie smirks, looking at Stacy up and down while Stacy simply sits in a chair and reads a magazine. “You look great, Stacy.” Stacy grunts, ignoring the compliment. “Better than me at least.”

“You're fine, I never was good at this... dress stuff,” she says. “I mean, I was- but you know, um. Other stuff gets in the way of it.”

You roll your eyes, smiling a bit. “You know, Lieutenant, do you dance?” asks the makeup guy as he does your hair. You shrug. “I've been wanting to get my freak on lately! But lately all the good clubs are just filled with nothing hippies.” Hippies? “All those peace protesters, the type of people who wear long clothes and protest the war while smoking loads of marijuana, ugh.”

“They are complete garbage, I agree,” you say.

“I knoooow~” He places his hands on your shoulder, comparing his face to yours. “You know, I took a visit to Columbia lately, all those freaks were sitting near the Reflecting Pool ruining the view with their tents and anti-war signs. I swear. Do you ever get grief from anti-war people?”

> “Not lately.”
> “There was that one time in the Colonies a girl sprayed green paint on me.”
> “I do, but it washes right off.”
> Other

>>864701
>> “There was that one time in the Colonies a girl sprayed green paint on me.”
ITS STORYTIME

>>864701
>> “There was that one time in the Colonies a girl sprayed green paint on me.”

>>864701
>> “Not lately.”

>>864701

> “There was that one time in the Colonies a girl sprayed green paint on me.”

>>864701
>> “There was that one time in the Colonies a girl sprayed green paint on me.”

>>864701
> “I do, but it washes right off.”
Keep it professional LT.

>>864701
> “There was that one time in the Colonies a girl sprayed green paint on me.”
Schteel if people start gossiping about the old/ugly LT after this magazine launches you're a heartless monster.

>>864760
why is it gossip if its the truth

>>864764
You heartless monster

>>864764
> Implying such a heavily militarised society wouldn't develop a large subset of people who find someone like the LT highly attractive.

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>>864764
LT is not for bullying, Schteel.

>>864764
>the MI won't turn the LT into a Pin-up model

I mean alright. but the lack of military propaganda knowledge here seems lacking.

>>864764
LIES AND STLANDER

> “There was that one time in the Colonies a girl sprayed green paint on me.”

“Oh, really?” The artist gasps in shock. “My God, what did you do to her?”

“Nothing except fight in a war that apparently she disagreed with. Honestly, she's free to express her distaste in the war as much as anyone else, it still really hurt at the time,” you explain. “What happened was that we were on leave in one of the Outer Colonies, recuperating before another strike into the AQZ. And when we were stepping ashore, we got met by a large crowd of anti-war protesters, people who think the Bugs are innocent-”

“Ugh! How do those people sleep at night?” asks the artist.

“I know, anyway, it's just- they do these things like spray green paint at us to represent Bug blood, they call us babykillers and murderers and poachers, the whole nine. Honestly, it hurts initially. But it washes right off the back after a while,” you say.

“Did you do anything to the girl?” asks the artist.

“No, how could we?” you say back. “They're civilians, we're supposed to protect them, even if they make monumentally stupid decisions.”

Olga steps up. “That's terrible! No one's going to do that to us, right?”

“Well, part of Free Speech is accepting the consequences,” you say. “Back then, I was a Lieutenant. I had to watch what I said, I had to make sure not to do anything wrong because I got five times the punishment. Now, I'm technically out of the MI so... I'm not bound by that anymore.” You wink at Olga. “Anyone tries that on you, they're going to get thrashed.”

“Mhm!” The artist clicks his teeth. “That's what I like to hear. You're ready, honey! Let's get you out there!”

-

-

The holographic backgrounds projected a plain white room for you to stand in. A white block was there in case you wanted to sit. “Alright,” says the photographer as he adjusts his lens. “Lieutenant, we're going to take a few dozen pictures here. Now, Mister McAllister tells me you'll want to direct your uh... disposition in these photos yourself. So...”

“So...?” you ask.

“What do you want to look like, cute, formal, stiff? We could even do some risque stuff.”

> Lewd
> Cute
> Formal
> Other

>>864804
>> Lewd
>> Cute
>> Formal

Cute lewd! Formal cute! Lewd Formal!

>>864804
>Formal
>Into Cute
>into 'suggestive' positions with cleaning guns and other things of that nature.

The gay fucking guy is pro war. I've seen everything now.

>>864804
> Lewd
> Cute
Best of both worlds.

>>864804
> Cute
> Formal
> Maybe with some other cute girls.

>>864804
>> Lewd
>> Cute
Lewdly cute to cutely lewd.

>>864804
>> Other
Cute girl doing something formal (Salute, speech making, standing attention, cleaning gun, shoot bugs) lewdly, very lewdly

>>864804
> Formal
> Cute (but only as part of a group photo with all the girls)
Let's try to remember who we are and who the readers are really here for.

>>864804
>> Lewd
>> Cute

>>864804
>Formal
We're still the face of the armed forces.

>antiwar protestors
Drafting should be a thing.

>>864810
Not that weird actually, got a gay cousin whose boyfriend served in the SASR for several years, cool guy.

>>864810
>gay
I bet ten bucks he has a girlfriend that's ten times cuter than we are.
Remains to be seen if that's an achievement.

>>864804
> Cute

> Lewd
> Cute

-

-

Not to take anything away from your Idols or anything, but this is a good chance to show off your progress. You've been hitting the gym, burning off the apparent fat you've built up from being out of service. But now, look at you! Stroking your pantyhose clad legs as you sit down, your legs out, your hand on your knee as you look into the camera with a winning smile. “That's good, hold that there.” You hear a snap. “Alright.” The photographer stands up. “Let's try standing up, bending over so we get the bottom somewhat level with the top.”

“Okay,” you say. You stand up, then space out your legs a bit and bend over, one hand on knee, the other on your hip. You can feel your skirt riding up a little, but that's fine. You smile into the camera again. “How's this?”

“Perfect,” he says. He snaps another few pictures. “There we go. Now just turn around, hands on the hips, ass out a little, look back at the camera?” You nod, standing straight. You turn around, then turn your upper body and smile at the camera for him. “That's good, that's good.”

“Lieutenant!” Azuma walks up, stepping behind the photographer so as not to get in his shot. “What are you doing!?”

“Getting my pictures, do you want in?”

Nonon pops out from behind him. “Sure!” Azuma pushes her away, peeved.

“You're supposed to be here for the girls pictures, not yours!” he says.

The photographer looks up at Azuma calmly. “Relax, relax. We'll have a group picture with the Lieutenant and the girls in just a bit,” he says. “Actually, you need a break, Lieutenant?”

“Sure, let's do it.” He nods, going off to process his photos with some colleagues. You walk up to Azuma. “Jeez, Azuma. Way to be a buzzkill.” He rolls his eyes.

“I'm just keeping you on track,” he says. “Look at the girls!” You look over to see the girls in one set. They all sit around, now in MI dress uniform (with Naka in her Fleet whites.) The background is now the Sanctuary Base in the Inner Systems, with a battleship flying off behind them. The set makes them look like they're on a bench, looking up at the ships as they pass by. “They're doing great!”

“Oh, you think I'm stealing their thunder?” you say with a quiver to your lip.

“The Lieutenant can steal anybody's thunder,” says Mills as he hands you a bottle of water. “But, you have to admit, they look good.” Yeah. Even Stacy's smile looks pretty genuine being around Rosalie and Olga.

“Alright, alright! New set!” says one of the studio techs. The backgrounds fades into white as the girls stand up and happily gossip with each other. “Lieutenant.” The tech walks up to you. “Your call. What should the next shoot be?”

> Beach with swimsuits.
> Guns and utility uniforms.
> Formal dress uniforms and salutes.
> Other

>>864883
>Guns and utility uniforms.
Shouldn't the CDF idol be here too?

>>864883
>> Guns and utility uniforms.

>>864883
> Guns and bikinis.

>>864883
> Guns and utility uniforms.
>>864887
We haven't recruit her yet.

>>864883
> Guns and utility uniforms.

>>864883
> Guns and utility uniforms.

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>>864883
>> Guns and utility uniforms.

>>864883
>> Guns and utility uniforms.

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>>864883
>> Guns and utility uniforms.

At least we aren't wearing anything skintight.

> Guns and utility uniforms.

-

-

The girls have dressed out in the utility greys. And for this one, holographic weapons are given to them. Although the weapons are specifically designed for suit users, that doesn't stop them from posing with them as if they were cleaning them or field stripping them. Olga in particular, as the Squad Tanker, has already built charm points before she even gets the picture out. As the Squad Tanker, she has to wield the biggest guns in the Squad, the Variable Chemical Thrower and either the Morita-Mauser MG140 Smart Gun or the SOLARIS-B Laser Cannon, or the High-Intensity Defensive Blast Shield. All of them dwarf her (The SOLARIS being more than twice her size), and only serve to make her look cute and childish as she kneels down in front of all of them. “Very good, very good,” says the photographer.

“Do you want me to unzip my top a bit?” asks Olga.

“If you-” You glare at the photographer. “No.”

Meanwhile, Rosalie is the one who seems to take it seriously. Her PRISM Light Rifle is downscaled a bit to fit her, but she wields it as if she were aiming at a distant target. Holographic shooting goggles have been fitted onto her face as she strikes the pose. Next to her floats a cute little Snooper Drone. “Nice, nice. Hold it there, Rosalie.”

Naka meanwhile pretends that she's at the desk of a Fleet Command Room, with a headset on her ear, and a tactical computer on her desk. She holds a pose as if she were coordinating MI troopers on the ground, her mouth open as if she were calmly, happily shouting an order.

And as for Stacy, she simply sits back against the wall. On her lap is the MPAR. Her top is opened up to reveal a white tank top and quite a bit of cleavage. She doesn't seem to mind though, smiling warmly at the camera. “Hmph.” Olga puffs her cheeks out. “How come I don't get to show the goods.”

“Alright, Lieutenant, we good for one more shoot?” asks one of the studio techs. God, where did the day go? Feels like it's just past lunch but now it's almost 4 O'Clock in the Afternoon.

> Put on those I-Suits.
> Beach with swimsuits.
> Formal dress uniforms and salutes.
> “Nah, we're good.”
> Other

>>864977
>Idols hanging from/on Lieutenant.

>>864977
> Put on those I-Suits.
Much more interesting than swimwear, and might help project a 'unique' image for our girls.

>>864995

You know what? Hell yeah.

>>864977
Do this >>864995

>>864977
>Other
'Candid' shoot in casual civvies. Drive home the idea that the girls aren't so different from all those who are considering enlisting, and that all of them could be just like the idols they're fans of, if they only tried.

>>864977
Voting this >>864995

But if possible in the I-suits

>>864995
THIS

>>864977
>>864995
This. With I-suits.

>>864977

> Put on those I-Suits
With is joining them and have there battle suites in the backround poseing or lookin glike there about to get in them

Alao we need to get a pic with us and azuma and his ex gf together

> Other
> + >>865009

-

-

With the I-Suits on (except for Naka who elects to wear the Fleet blues), you decide it to do a little showing off. “Alright, kids, you ready to see how strong a trooper is!?” Naka, Olga, Stacy, and Rosalie hang off of your arms and shoulders. You kneel down, ready. “Get ready, cuz I can only do this for maybe five or ten seconds!” The photographers nod, ready to catch it from multiple angles. Alright, here we go!” You stand up, hissing loudly as the girls curl their legs and hang off of you.

“Hahaha!” Olga hands onto your shoulder and bicep. “Man, the Lieutenant's strong!”

“A little longer in the training, we could do this too!” says Stacy.

“A little longer and I wouldn't have made it!” yells Rosalie as she desperately struggles to hang on.

With all the flashes nearly blinding you, you manage to place the girls down, sighing deeply. Oh, your back. “Alright, alright, very good!” says the lead photographer. “Let's get some shots of individual girls in their suits, then switch to casual dress if we could!”

With that, the girls start taking their poses. Naka stands in a holographic hangar in front of a Redtail Trans-Atmospheric Combat Fighter (TAC Fighter for short), holding cutesy pose. She bends over, legs separated, arms behind her back, winking at the camera with a sly smile on her face. And to add to it, her top buttons are undone to show a little cleavage as well.

And for a single group picture, Olga, Rosalie, and Stacy take poses in front of their Marauder suits. Stacy is busy cleaning hers, the top of her I-Suit come undone and wrapped around her waist to show off her white tank top again. Olga meanwhile looks as if she were happily chatting with Rosalie while they stand in front of theirs. And as for Rosalie, she's busy reading out of a guide book to the Marauder suit.

-

-

And for the last shoot, casual clothing. Rosalie is back in her school uniform, sitting in class, looking out the window. Olga meanwhile is skipping through town, handbag on her shoulder, and bags of clothes in her hands. She happily wears a black cardigan over a frilly yellow dress with white stockings and high black boots. Naka is jogging through a park in a Fleet T-Shirt with black spats, a bit of sweat artificially induced through more holographic tech. And as for Stacy, she sits down on a park bench. You had to lie a little considering her time as a delinquent, but you feel that her being in a simple t-shirt and brown jacket along with plain jeans and a black cap is enough. She's staring up at the sky, smiling just a little bit.

And with that, the last picture of the day, group pictures. No holographic tech, just a plain white room and you and your girls. You stand in the center, with Olga and Rosalie on your left and Stacy and Naka on your right. “And... smile!” says the photographer. You all smile at him. “Nice, nice!”

All in all, a good day.

[1/2]

>>865096
[2/2]

-

-

“Aw, cheer up, Saki!” Saki glumly pokes at her food as you eat in the building's deli. Olga tries to cheer her up considering Saki actually really wanted to be an Idol, but was passed over. You had to pass her over of course, Azuma would never forgive you if you didn't. But still, it was somewhat sad to her be ignored. “You could be like us one day.”

“One day,” she says simply.

“Hey, soon you'll be in the MI,” says Rosalie. “Then you can serve the Federation, be a hero like the Lieutenant. Idol stuff is kind of uh... it's not as important as just getting out there and fighting.”

Azuma pats Saki's head, making her grunt. “They're right you know. You just gotta wait your turn, Saki.” She mumbles a little.

“Hey!” An unknown photographer and some of his associates walk up to you, smiling. “My name's Clive!” You shake his hand. “Me and my friends work for another photography firm and we were hoping we'd get some photos of your girls too.”

“We'd love to-!” says Olga. Burkett slaps his hand over her mouth, stopping her.

“Oh?” you quirk your brow. “Who do you work for?”

“Oh, that's something that can be handled later,” he says.

Burkett looks at the photographers. “We're asking who you work for. It's a simple question.”

“Now, now, no need to be too hostile,” he says. “We're an indie firm. We do a broad variety of artistic photographs. We think your girls would be perfect for our portfolios. You'll be very well compensated for just one shoot.”

> “No thanks.”
> “Eh... I guess I could trust you for one shoot tonight. If I supervise.”
> “Talk to me later.”
> Other

>>865102
> “No thanks.”

>>865102
>Come back with the name of the people you work for, No fucking slime ball's are getting things of my girl.

>>865102
> “No thanks.”
Skeeze alert,12 o'clock.

>>865102
> “No thanks.”

>>865102
>> Other
Stare of doom.
"I am IDing you through my fancy neural net military hardware installed in my brain. I am pulling up your file..."

>>865102
>“No thanks.”
>“It would be frankly unprofessional to give you the go-ahead without going through the proper channels.”

thread paused for a bit, be back in about a half-hour ish.

discuss best idols.

>>865146
Obviously the LT

>>865102
>“No thanks.”

>>865146
So who canonically has the best boobs, butt, and overall sizes?

>>865102
>“No thanks.”
Last time someone said "artistic photographs" I woke up in a Playboy.

>>865160
Lt
>>865102
> “No thanks.”
call again a differnt day with the company you work for and go though the proper way.
thye might be from an anit- war movement

>>865160
Boobs: Stacy
Butt: Olga
Overall: LT

>>865102
> “No thanks.”

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>>865146
Gotta be Stacy, but that's just because I like delinquents.

>>865146
Lt.

>>865146
GermanSchteel is best idol

back, writing update.

> “No thanks.”

“No thanks,” you say. “If you can't tell me your employer, or anybody you work for, I can't trust that you'd even compensate or that you'd take flattering pictures of the girls.”

Clive folds his arms. “Well, hey. I mean, maybe the girls would disagree. Girls?” You look at the Idols. They shake their heads. Even the eager Olga turns her head down. “Ah, come on! It's only a couple of pictures! Even the Lieutenant can come! Hey, listen, we got a studio a couple of blocks down, you can come by and we can-”

Burkett turns his head to him. “The girls don't want to, buddy.”

“Hey.” Clive snickers. “Heh. I'm not your buddy, pal. You don't speak for the girls, okay?”

You're about to stand up and give this guy a piece of your mind when Mills, Burkett, and Nonon do it for you. They tower over the guys, silencing them. “I think it's best if you would kindly piss off,” Burkett says. You smirk, standing up as well to glare at the guys.

Clive tries in vain to stand his ground, staring at Mills. “Or what you uh...” He looks at Mills' prosthetic hands and legs. “What, I thought a Robot had to follow the Three Laws, come on.”

Burkett immediately grabs Clive by the collar, making Olga yelp a bit in surprise. “You do not talk to Corporal Mills that way. He's a Pathfinder. He eats little shits like you for breakfast.” He pushes Clive away, almost into another table of dining executives. “Now get outta here you little freeloving fags!” They immediately bolt for the door.

Clive looks back though, pointing to Burkett. “This isn't over!” He runs out the door.

…

“Well. That was... violent,” says Stacy. She snickers a little. “Nice going, Burkett.”

“Hey, I gotta justify my existence somehow,” he mutters. “Go on, eat.”

After a few minutes of very awkward silence and eating, Mister McAllister arrives with a pair of Security Guards. “Lieutenant! Are you okay? Some patrons reported you having a run-in with some troublemakers.”

“We're fine,” you say. “Did you get them at least?”

“No, afraid not,” he says. “But, I assure you, I'll have some folks try to track them down for you.” You nod. “Is there anything else we can do to accommodate you here?”

> “Nah. We're going back to the Hotel.”
> “Sure. Maybe we can schedule another shoot for tomorrow?”
> Other

>>865371
>> “Nah. We're going back to the Hotel.”

>>865371
> “Nah. We're going back to the Hotel.”

>>865371
> “Nah. We're going back to the Hotel.”

>>865371
> “Nah. We're going back to the Hotel.”

>>865371
>> “Nah. We're going back to the Hotel.”
THAT SOUNDED SO MUCH LIEK A PORNo shot

>>865371
>“Nah. We're going back to the Hotel.”
EXTRA! EXTRA! Popular idol group manhandles cameraman!

>>865371
> “Nah. We're going back to the Hotel.”

>>865371
>> “Sure. Maybe we can schedule another shoot for tomorrow?”
Against the tide of common sense

> “Nah. We're going back to the Hotel.”

“Actually, I think we'll head back to the hotel,” you decide. You all stand up, then place down a few quid for the waitress. “Thanks for accommodating us, Mister McAllister, hopefully the spread goes well.”

“It will, I assure you!” he says. “Well, take care then, Lieutenant! We'll get it through editing and send you a preview of the phone, alright!? Teleconference us!” He salutes all of you as you leave. Right, you gotta get your girls out of here.

-

-

You and your staff along with Danner review the photos in the conference room. “How are they?” he asks, being blind and all.

“They're great,” you say. You definitely didn't spend time trying to make yourself look young in these shots. “I tell you, Danner. The girls had a blast doing the photoshoot. We've been assured that next week it'll go out not just to the Sol System but to pretty much every corner of the Galaxy. SHOUT has facilities even out to the Outer Rings.”

“Awesome!” says Danner. He smirks a bit. “Shame I don't have eyes anymore, it'd be nice o see these photos for myself. But I'll trust your word that they're good and that they're tasteful. We don't need scandals about lewd photographs or sex tapes. I don't believe that bad publicity is beneficial after all. I believe that we must keep up our momentum from here on.”

“How do you think we should do it then?” you ask. You fail to mention Clive and his goons trying to muscle in on your girls. You're lucky that they tried to ask when you were around. You're not sure how Olga would've got on with them alone. That would've resulted in some broken bones for them.

“Perhaps a concert,” he says. “I already told you, I can get you a nice venue around Titan Station at Saturn. We should consider continuing to build our fanbase more and more. Unless you think there's something else we need to do first.”

> Head to the front to recruit your CDF Idol.
> “A concert out at Titan Station sounds nice.”
> “Another photoshoot might do us some good.”
> Other

>>865492
>> Head to the front to recruit your CDF Idol.

>>865492
> “A concert out at Titan Station sounds nice.”

>>865492
>Head to the front to recruit your CDF Idol.
The sooner we get her up to speed the better.

>>865492
> Head to the front to recruit your CDF Idol.

>>865492
>> Head to the front to recruit your CDF Idol.
can we strap a gopro on the girls suits to get fotget of them fighting?

>>865492
>> Head to the front to recruit your CDF Idol.

> Head to the front to recruit your CDF Idol.

“We're heading to the front to recruit our CDF Idol. Danner, you're coming along with me.” He nods, understanding. “We'll hold ourselves some auditions, hopefully we weed out a girl who might be a valuable addition. Then we'll come back and we'll have a concert or some photoshoots, okay?”

“Okay,” he says. “Good thinking I suppose.”

“Alright.” You stand up. “Right, everyone knows the drill then?” Everyone in the staff nods. “Alright, get some shuteye and some water. We'll be leaving for Fleet Battlestation Knox on the way to the Outer Rings. Our stop will be the planet of Myrmido.”

Azuma leans forward on the table. “Myrmido? You sure about that?”

“Yeah. If we're going to find an experienced fighter and a cute girl who can sing and dance, Myrmido is probably our best bet.” Your reasoning is the fact that Myrmido has had near-constant contact with the Arachnids for several years. You fought there as part of a wider campaign to defend the colony. You were able to defeat the Queen there, you were able to drive the Bugs back. But the Arachnid remnant on that planet have remained a constant threat. Especially since last year you heard they were reinforced during a recent system wide raid.

Plus, it'd be nice to visit. Maybe someone there will remember you. It was a pretty nice planet last time you checked. And the Colony wasn't too bad either.

With that, you dismiss the staff for tonight. Everyone steps out of the room, gossiping and chatting amongst themselves. Nonon smiles at Burkett. “By the way, Burkett. That was really cool of you, defending Mills like that to that creep.”

“Oh, he'd do the same for me,” says Burkett.

“Of course,” says Mills. “Troopers look out for each other. A civilian like himself wouldn't understand it.”

“I suppose not,” says Nonon. “Tell you what, boys. How about I grab the two of you some beer and I can to know you two! You can help me with my songwriting!” She looks over at a somewhat peeved Azuma. “You can come too, Kei-chan.” She smiles at you. “Lieutenant-kun?”

> “Sure. A drink wouldn't hurt.”
> Visit your Idols in their room, see what's what.
> “Nope. I'm headed to bed.”
> Other

>>865554
>Visit your Idols in their room, see what's what.

>>865554
> “Sure. A drink wouldn't hurt.”

>>865554
>Lieutenant-kun?
>I-I thought I'd at least be called Lieutenant-chan... (sniffle)
> “Sure. A drink wouldn't hurt.”

>>865554
>> “Sure. A drink wouldn't hurt.”

>>865554
>> Other
Send pics to PM
smiley faces and ascii hearts

>>865554
>> Visit your Idols in their room, see what's what.

>>865554
>> “Sure. A drink wouldn't hurt.”
We need to playfully refer to Azuma as Kei-chan at least once tonight.

>>865554
> “Sure. A drink wouldn't hurt.”

>>865554
>check on your idols

> “Sure. A drink wouldn't hurt.”

-

-

“Aaahhhabagfaghaaa!” You sway around in your barstool, holding up your thirtieth drink of the night. Oh the bathroom trip oh the burning of your throat. This feels wonderful! Wonderful, wonderful!” Azuma sits rather unhappily next to you, with Nonon next to him, and on the far side Burkett and Mills. “I tell you, Azumaaa.” You poke him on the arm, grinning madly at him. “I tell you what you fooking manky prick. I tell you. So many people are going to wank off to me.”

Azuma looks over at Nonon. “You can see why we try and keep the Lieutenant away from alcohol.”

Nonon snickers, a light blush to her cheeks. She's definitely buzzed as well. “I just think she's adorable though, Kei-chan! Look at her!”

“Yeah, look at me, 'Kei-chan!'” You puff your cheeks out, continuing to grin. “Aren't I the most sweetest and adorablest girl ever!?”

“... I'm need to use the can. One sec.” He stands up, then leaves the bar. The hotel barroom was mostly empty save for the five of you.

On the far side of the bar, Mills and Burkett were having their own little chat. “So, those prosethetics of yours, do they hurt?” asks Burkett.

“Sometimes,” says Mills. “Not like- really bad hurting but just a little sharp pain like you're getting pricked or you just took a needle or something.” Burkett takes a sip of his beer, nodding. “I tell you something, Burkett. A lot of people seem to misunderestimate me just because I got fake limbs attached. You know, when I was taking my groceries in before I got hired to do this, some hippy came up to me asked me if she could help me even though I'm carrying six bags with nary a fucking hitch in my step. Fucking hippies.”

“Yeah, fuck 'em,” Burkett spits.

“Fuck. Them,” Mills growls.

Nonon leans over to you. “Is bashing peace lovers and hippies all you guys do?”

“No, occasionally we kill things,” you say. “Nonon, I know you's a civilian and everything, yeah? But we Mobile Infantry troopers are like peas in a pod. No matter where we're assigned, we'll always be connected in a way, yeah?” Nonon nods, taking another sip of beer. “Bartender, Bartender! Another beer!”

The Bartender points to a sign. Cut off is thirty beers. “Oh ffffffffffffffuck off!” you yell. “Come on, thirty one beers won't kill me!”

“Any more beers and I could build a fucking ship,” says the Bartender. “Thirty's your limit, ma'am. I'm sorry.” Ah, bugger off!

[1/2]

>>865634
[2/2]

Nonon rests her head against the counter. “I'm tired... can you carry me to bed, Lieutenant?”

“You're not gonna molest me are you?”

“... maybe,” she says. “It'd be like Uma-chan in I Can't Believe My Boyfriend is a Citizen so I Decided to Enlist to See What It's Like But It Turns Out I'm Actually a Really Good Soldier!”

“... fuck kind of title is that?” says Burkett.

“I don't fucking care about the title!” yells Nonon. “I care about the fact that Uma-chan kisses her Fleet Hospital Corpsman! In a moment of weakness after their platoon hits an Arachnid tunnel, and Uma-chan ends up wounded! Her Corpsman heals her wounds personally back on the ship, her hands running up and down her body. Then, she gently presses her lips against Uma-chan's!” Nonon leans closer to Burkett, making him flinch back. “... they're both girls!” she whispers loudly.

This is getting weird. You gotta get the fuck outta here. But you're too drunk!

> “Alright, fuck all of you. I'm going to bed.”
> “Azuma! AZUMA! Carry me to bed, goddamn it!”
> “Mills. Carry. Now.”
> Other

>>865639
>> “Azuma! AZUMA! Carry me to bed, goddamn it!”

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>>865639
>“Alright, fuck all of you. I'm going to bed.”

>both girls
Excuse me?

>>865639
>“Alright, fuck all of you. I'm going to bed.”

>>865639
>Have whatever happens... happen.
>Especially if it ends up with you an Nonon locking lips in front of Azuma.
> “Azuma! AZUMA! Carry me to bed, goddamn it!”

>>865639
>> “Azuma! AZUMA! Carry me to bed, goddamn it!”

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>>865639
>> “Azuma! AZUMA! Carry me to bed, goddamn it!”

It ain't so forbidden if the LT's bisexuality is anything to go by

>>865639
> “Azuma! AZUMA! Carry me to bed, goddamn it!”
While we simultaneously attempt to carry Nonon. This will definitely work. Alcohol fueled decision making has never lead us astray before, why would it now.

>>865639
> “Mills. Carry. Now.”

>>865639
>> “Alright, fuck all of you. I'm going to bed.”
>> “Azuma! AZUMA! Carry me to bed, goddamn it!”

>>865639
>> “Azuma! AZUMA! Carry me to bed, goddamn it!”

>>865639
>“Azuma! AZUMA! Carry me to bed, goddamn it!”
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DKgcThjYBHs

> “Azuma! AZUMA! Carry me to bed, goddamn it!”

“Azuma!” You yell to him as he comes out of the bathroom. He looks at you like he's pretty much done with life right now. “Azuma! Goddamn it! Get over here and carry me to bed, goddamn it!”

“Really.” He walks up to you and Nonon. Burkett and Mills start snickering and laughing at his expense. “Oh, fuck you two. Come on.”

“Hey. Maybe if you had stood up for Mills,” says Burkett. “This shit wouldn't be happening to ya.”

“Yeah, even Nonon stood up, the fuck was that?” you say. “Now I'm your Lieutenant, the best Lieutenant that ever was and ever will be, and the most prettiest girl here, sorry Nonon. So carry me to bed so I don't stumble and split my skull open.”

He sighs. “You know, I thought you were going to cut down on your drinking.”

“I am! This is only my uh... my second time binging like this in a while.” You can't remember te last time. Might've been on Mars or something. But whatever, right now you were trying to negotiate being carried. “Fuck that anyways, mate. Just carry me up to bed and maybe you and I can fool around as a reward.” He blushes a little, rolling up his sleeves. “There we go! Come on, boyo!”

“Wait!” Nonon immediately flops into your lap. “Carry me to bed too.”

Azuma stares at her. “Nonon, for fucks sake.”

“Hey, the lady said to carry her to bed!” says Burkett. “Do it!”

“Yeah, do it, Azuma!”

Azuma stares off into the distance. “I'm the only sober person in here.” He shakes his head, then lifts you up in a princess carry. He then turns around and allows Nonon to get on his back. “Good night you two,” he says to Burkett and Mills.

“Night,” they say. Burkett looks over at Mills. “Mills, tell me, how were the Pathfinders like?”

“Oh, not as strict as you might think,” Mills explains. “We could grow even grow beards.”

[1/2]

>>865745
[2/2]

-

-

With that, Azuma has carried you all the way up to Nonon's room first. “Jesus fuck you're heavy, Lieutenant.”

“Is that a fat joke!?” you slur. “Fook ya you macka.” He opens up the door, then steps inside and tplaces you down gently on the bed. He then puts Nonon down on the bed as well. “Aaah... wait, this isn't my bed.”

“I don't care, it's a bed,” he says. “You two can take care of yourselves, I trust that.”

Nonon tugs on his sleeve. “Waaaaaait!” Nonon glares at him. “I know we're exes and all and you might be hating me for breaking up with you and everything. Or was it the other way around.”

“It was the other way around.”

“Right, the other way around. Uh... why did you break up with me? Fuck it, whatever! I want you to stay in my bed tonight so I can cuddle you!” Nonon immediately pulls on him, but he refuses to budge. That's former MI for you.

“Fuck that, that's not how you pull on him! THIS IS HOW YOU PULL!” You grab his shirt and throw him down on the bed. You and him immediately throw yourselves on him, laughing and giggling as you basically keep him from getting back p with your sheer weights. “Haha! Azuma, real men would kill to be swamped in two cute girls, why are you acting like such a faggot!?”

“Because you're my Lieutenant and you're my ex-girlfriend!” he yells. “Ah- just-”

“Stay the night. We won't fool around...” Nonon presses her face in his chest. “... promise.” And with that, she's out like a light.

“Lieutenant.” Azuma stares at you. “Lieutenant, listen I-” … oh god fading fading. “Goddamn it! Wake up!”

no too much beer, fading fading

and gone

That's it for tonight's Starship Idols. We'll close it out tomorrow at around the same time, same place, same Idols.

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See you next time.

Who's the lewdest Idol.

>>865751
>Lieutenant

>>865751
Thanks for the run Schteel, catch you next time.

>>865751
Thanks for running! And again, obviously LT.

>>865757
oh wait ill change my answer
GermanSchteel

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>>865777

>>865777
Trips confirm

>>865780
ITS TRUE, IT REALLY IS

>>865751
Schteel, how French are you? Je remarque que tu as des choses français dans plusieurs de tes quêtes

>>865751
Thanks for the fun, Boss

>>865866
Not very. I just like the French language and I also acknowledge that the French have a pretty cool history.

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A couple of weeks passed. The first thing you love about the newly upgraded Jimmy Stewart? The air conditioning. It was no longer a sweatbox sauna where you lost hundreds of pounds just by standing around. Nope! Clean fresh air at a solid survivable temperature! Other than that... there wasn't any other upgrades. But damn if it doesn't feel nice to finally sleep in the Stewart without having to thrash around in bed trying to dry yourself of sweat.

You left for the Outer Rings the morning after. Suffice to say, Azuma was not very happy having you and Nonon wake up on top of him with headsplitting hangovers. Apparently, Nonon is just as needy as you are. Apparently Saki really loves her though, which is partly why Azuma even tolerates her. But other than that, the trip was uneventful.

The trip there was spent on training and conditioning. And to aid that, Burkett was enlisted as their trainer while Faraday continued their dance instruction. The morning was dance instruction, the afternoon was power suit drilling and training. You even had Naka take a few hours in the power suits to get used to them, on the off chance that you might need a dedicated Fleet Groundside Liaison who is ALSO an Idol.

Other than that, travel through space is relatively boring. And that meant having to find things to do. Normally in the MI, you'd either find a cute Fleetie to shack up with or have some fun with another trooper, as long as the two of you were enlisted and of the same rank and not a non-commissioned officer. Fraternization was a serious thing, especially for Officers. Other than that, you had range practice, you had power suit drills, you had movies to watch from Fednet, all that good stuff.

But for now, you simply restricted to hitting the gym, watching your girls get better at what they're supposed to do, and seeing the fanbase of the girls slowly rise. Danner continuously walked you through the search history stats, with “Starship Idols” increasing in popularity over the past few weeks. From a few tens when you were initially announced to well over several thousand. You were popular.

Niche popular. But popular.

Now though, it was time to hit up a fuel stop at Fleet Battlestation Knox. The Federation had an array of at least twenty Battlestations separating the Inner Colonies to the Outer Rings. These were the fuel stops and staging points for many Operations into Arachnid territory. You had to take note of it: the loss of a single Battlestation could cripple Operations severely near its proximity. Reinforcements were sent here, ships were repaired and refueled here, refugees flocked here to be sent to the Inner Colonies to resettle.

> FLEET BATTLESTATION KNOX <

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>>866792
“There it is,” says Captain Ozgen. You stand in the bridge with him, looking upon the massive Battlestation. “Right, Lieutenant. Planning on shopping? It'll only take us half a day to refuel the ship then we should be good to go.”

> “Just refuel and go. I don't intend on leaving the ship for now.”
> “Sure. I'll take my Idols out on a day out.”
> “I don't intend to leave, but I suppose the Idols can if they want.”
> Other

>>866799
>> “Sure. I'll take my Idols out on a day out.”
May as well if we're already going to be stuck here refueling.

>>866799
>> “Sure. I'll take my Idols out on a day out.”