Time to spend more time with Best girl

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Welcome back Mr. Wong. How was Christmas?

>>977537

Very merry, thank you!

Oh shit it is Monday isnt it.

>>977517
So we are of agreement; Brie is a must on the cheese platter for the wedding and we use buttermilk for the cake icing. No fondant, that shit is way too damn sugary for my liking.

>>977517
Kestrels BANZAI!
Happy Holiday's Wong

>>977517
Does Christmas still exist in this setting, or did it get nuked along with everything else?

>>977586
Well since the Catholic Church still exists I'm assuming Christmas made it.

>>977586
>>977591
Would be weird if it didn't. Even if you strip away the religious bits, a day to spend with family, giving gifts, and drinking eggnog would help keep people together in the cold depths of space. Don't want to end up like Miss Scrooge Fairchild after all.

>>977591
Anywhere with the RCC's influence, though I guess the UJCIDF would celebrate Dies Natalis Solis Invicti instead.

>>977600
Funny enough I don't think Fairy would be Scrooge at all. She'd probably use it as an excuse to get women drunk so she could fuck them.

>>977609
Thats a valid point, but I don't think there is a day in the week where she wouldn't do that if she had time off. Besides, consider three people who likely are very close to her and celebrate christmas. I'd lose the holiday cheer if Keith tried to drag me to go caroling or attending mass.

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The next few hours are agony, unsurpassed agony. There are so many tiny, seemingly irrelevant choices that are apparently incredibly important...although according to Fatima's rather smug admonitions none of these choices are final because Rosita and Karen aren't contributing yet. For once, you're happy to feel the gut-twisting strain of warp, and leap at the excuse to go get some coffee for the group. Finally, they release you from the hell that is planning your wedding, and you stumble away with visions of buttercream icing and brie cheese platters with tiny sausages (Fatima was happy to inform you that there are non-pork sausages) dancing through your head. Alas, the three women left you in an uncomfortable limbo where you aren't actually sure if there will be steak tacos at your wedding or not. They laughed, but they never said no!

You could just call, but a flower says it louder and a bouqet adds boom to the volume, so you show up at Red Siren's castle on Auditorium with roses. Your timing is superb, she's walking back home with a harried-looking woman with short, dark hair.

"But ma'am, if you'd just take a look at these schematics..." The brunette is trying to show Rosita a holoscreen.

"Hmph! What's wrong with my Harpies?" Red Siren huffs, trying not to look at it.

"Please, ma'am, that's not what I was suggesting! It's just that this new design is, well, it's a lot more safe and reliable." The subordinate keeps trying, bless her heart.

"Mmmmph." The idol makes a noncommittal noise.

"I realize you think Harpies are cute." The subordinate does her best to reason with her employer. You've seen this one before, you think she's Rosita's chief of staff or whatever the equivalent to a First Mate would be in her unusual crew.

"Aren't they just? They're so darling." Red Siren smiles, "Ah, speaking of darlings, mine's finally home! Darling! Daaaarling!" She runs over to you, and she nearly scratches herself on the bouqet with the enthusiasm she hugs you with.

"B-but ma'am, the Valkyrie design is...is...hmph." The brunette hushes, "I'll just have to show everyone personally, then!" She calls out.

"Yes yes, thank you Kathrine! I'm very sorry, but could you take care of things for a while? Darling and I are going to be busy~" Rosita grabs you by the collar of your jacket and pulls you into a kiss, which lasts until the subordinate...Kathrine...shuffles away with a long-suffering expression on her face.

[Continued]

>>977517
KESTRELS BANZAAAAAAAI!
How are you guys?

>>977647
Spent time with family, worked on Dutchman variants, made my nephews and niece proud this christmas and had enough eggnog that I was starting to get a cinnamon reaction. Pretty good weekend.

>>977647
I put on 8 pounds between yesterday and today.

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The kiss lasts for a while, Rosita telling you how much she's missed you lasts even longer.

Of course, you tell her how you've missed her too, "...I had to see you, even if there wasn't a heist I need your help with."

She perks up even more than she was already perked, "My help, darling?" She smiles and rests her cheek on your shoulder, "Yes, you do. Tell me all about it, I'm listening."

"Well, it's going to be a rather stealthy mission, I was told that only two mecha could safely go..." You smile.

She blushes, "Oh Roarke, you really are the sweetest. You and I on a solo raid together? That's just the best, where are we going? Oh, it doesn't even matter, but I still want to know!"

"We're robbing this." You show her the flyer, "I didn't think anyone else would appreciate real treasure the way you do."

"EEEE!" Her reaction is just what you expected, jumping up and down and clapping her hands gleefully.

"I'm glad you like the idea." You tell her.

"I'M GOING TO ROLL AROUND IN GOLD WITH YOU DARLING! WE'RE GOING TO BE RICH! RICH AND OPULENT!" She crows proudly, "I'll just have the chefs prepare dinner for us and we can discuss the details. Won't take two shakes of a lamb's tail." She purrs.

You shake your head, "We don't have time, we need to..." You check your PC as it bwoops, "...apparently get to the spaceport, Miles just confirmed the techs finished refitting the transport, and the less actual lag from its original schedule the better. I'll explain to you what we're doing on the way."

"Wait, Roarke! What about my luggage?" She pouts, "I don't have anything to sleep in!"

"Sleep naked." You suggest.

She smiles, and sticks her hip out to one side, "You're always helpful for that, darling...but I don't have any other outfits to wear."

You nod approvingly, "Good, since we'll be disguised as tugboat crew. Miles has our clothes already waiting for us, and I've already asked for the Archen and your pilot suit to be brought to the shipbay."

She interrogates you further about the method of the heist and the route you're taking. Something about it puts a huge smile on her face. After you're finished, she wraps both of her arms around one of your biceps and hugs herself against you, your arm nearly vanishing in her cleavage, "It's a wonderful idea, but since we're in the area...I was wondering if you would help me with something, too." She winks, "I'll tell you now, it's a stupid idea, and probably dangerous, but if you're in...it would make me very happy."

>[I'm game!]
>[I'm not game!]
>[Tell me what it is first!]

>>977628
Hells yeah Its time for this awesome quest. Wong is strong.
>>977677
Baloney! there are no calories during the Christmas season! (if only because there's no point in counting daily intake when it breaks five figures.)

>>977688
>>[I'm game!]
Roarke doesn't afraid of anything

>>977693
My enlarged gut and man boobs disagree with you sir.

>>977688
>[I'm game!]
>[Unless it involves something with the wedding. 4 enraged vixens tearing me to shreds is not how I want to go.]

>>977688
>>[I'm game!]

>>977628
FINALLY KATHERINE APPEARS! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
Onee-san! HOHOHOHOHOHOHO~

>>977666
I got to spend some time with my parents, my grandma, some family friends and even with my kung fu master(Who is watching Hunter x Hunter in my bedroom TV as I type...)...
But I may have eated too much... And I'm very tired from the festivities... But I'll try to hold on to my focus and stay here with you guys through the night.
And I realized that a good Kaiser inspired Dutchman for an ace custom can easily get near 300CPs, and even if my idea for it was it being an old and update Dutchman in the second generation timeline... This would be too expensive. So I'm still experimenting with it until I find a good balance.

>>977677
I will only worry about my weight next year, for now "try to not die" will have to be enough.

>>977688
>>[Tell me what it is first!]

>>977715
Well, there are plenty of ways to make something similar while keeping costs down. Keeping it medium striker, improving some aspects while lightening others, using lighter shields(since you have two, or just go with one). The Shining Variant was an example I made that was 200 cp so it can be done. Or just get a Kaiser frame and slap a Dutchman head on it.
>>977688
>[I'm game!]
but
>[Tell me what it is first!]

>>977688
>>[Tell me what it is first!]

>>977744
I think that my problem was more spending too much in its hands...

Also, Chimaera-anon, if you are reading this, sorry for forgetting about your robot again... I'll kinda sleepy again today, but I'll try to revise it anyway, the only problem is that I'll have to learn how booster packs work first.

>>977688
>>[I'm game!]

>>977776
Not something to consider too much really. The thing with the hydraulics is that it does boost the kill by 1. You don't need to go for 8 kill super fists, 7 or 6 would be enough. You could even make the grapple hand held instead of inbuilt, to make things easier.

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You slam your fist into your open palm with a grin, "Let's do it!"

She looks at you questioningly, "Without even asking?"

You wink at her, "It's a favor for you, so my answer is yes."

She laughs and hugs you, "You're the best, darling. It's going to be fun, we're going to do a bit of kidnapping while we're on Europa. Don't worry, the target wants to come with us. Her aunt's grounded her on Europa, but we can't have a proper duet and coordinate our costumes without some face-to-face practice."

You look at her askance, "Wait just a moment..."

She nods proudly, "That's right, darling. We're kidnapping Lysa Fleur. Although, while you're agreeing to kidnap people for me..." She fidgets nervously, "Well, there is someone else I'd like to attend our wedding...but maybe that's a stupid idea, a really stupid idea. She's out of the system and everything, but at least that means nobody would be expecting us."

"Isn't a duet only two people?" You ask, rhetorically to cover your dismay.

"Of course!" There is no question too rhetorical for her to smugly answer, "But it's about family, Roarke, family. My little sister and I were so close as children, and it's just...I want..." For once, she seems to be struggling with her words, "I-I just want to see her again, even if she hates me, even if I made her life more difficult, I know deep down she still wants to come to my wedding just like I want to be there at hers." She looks at you with wide, puppylike eyes, "We wouldn't do it on this trip, of course, there's plenty of time."

>[Agree even though it's an awful idea]
>[Gently dissuade her]

>>977794
>>[Agree even though it's an awful idea]
How can you say no to that face

>>977794
>We're kidnapping Lysa Fleur.

regret intensifies

>>977794
>>[Agree even though it's an awful idea]
also forgot to vote.

>>977794
>[Gently dissuade her]
Dont want to pick a fight with new super SOUL.

>>977794
>[Agree even though it's an awful idea]

>>977794
>>[Agree even though it's an awful idea]

>>977805
I don't know man Roarke as a person really values family, doesn't feel like he'd say no to this

>>977794
>>[Agree even though it's an awful idea]
This is the best idea ever...

>>977794
>[Agree even though it's an awful idea]

We stuff her into the mech storage compartment the second she opens her mouth about peace and understanding.

>>977811
Well just keep that in mind when new mass produced badasses are beating the shit out of our harpies.

>>977794
Why not send them a personal invitation as it were? Something flashy of course, but also not flat out kidnapping. I'm sure whomever she is would respect that much more, especially if it's the two of us.
>[Agree even though it's an awful idea]
Either way, this is going to be a path of tears and madness. And Fairchild REEEEing all the way.

>>977823
How would Roarke know that though?

>>977821

Actually I'm thinking why not just give her the invitation in person. Despite her character flaws, I don't think she would turn down her sister giving her the invitation to her infront of her face.

Also if she really refuses we can still kidnap her and stuff her in the trunk anyways.

>>977827
Probably find out about it around the time they discover she is currently working out of a giant super ship.

>>977833
remember to bring the space Duct tape

>>977839
And we don't know that know so it would be meta gaming to worry about it now

>>977794
>>[Agree even though it's an awful idea]

Game resumes in an hour so Wong can eat.

>>977833
The best part is, if we do get a hold of Lysa and drop off the message, we could send Lysa down as well to be with her Auntie as we peace out for some REAL fairchild REEEing.

oh shit. i almost missed this episode

>>977839
>>977847
We can deal with some 2XXCP mechs, even more if we have ace support.
Lets admit it, we already knock the crap out of true SOUL mechs, so the MP versions only have a chance if they heavily outnumber us.

Amos would still be a problem though, and thats why we'll need that reactive shield to protect us against his beam weapons... But that would be metagaming(Even if in the name of cooler fights).

>>977873
Okaeri Avalon-san, how was christmas to you?^^

Also, do you guys already decided on what to do with the "Bushi" or do you plan on ignoring it until they are done? I think that giving them to the Stone Soldiers would be a good choice as they are our elite force afterall.
We need to check our number though, as if I'm remeberig correctly, we may have less Bushi than we have A-crew pilots.

>>977794
>[Agree even though it's an awful idea]

A man's gotta stand by his principles. Protect the waifus' smiles!

>>977887
I'm not worried about them fighting us, I'm worried about them fighting the rest of our guys. If I was them I would just totally ignore roarke and smash his crew around him until they are too small to be a real threat anymore.

>>977887
Christmas was nice and quiet.
and by bushi do you mean our entrants?

>>977909
Problem is that that would make Roarke go out for blood and might just push him to siding with Avalon. Thats one of the reason I think they've haven't been going too hard on us

>>977922
yeah. the war is the only reason we have what little wiggle room we have.

>>977794
>[Agree even though it's an awful idea]
finally finished gundam 0079, I've moved on to zeta gundam, now I know where wong got his name from.

>>977887
I'd honestly say take the Bushi with us when we make our entrance to SOUL. Rocs, Bushi, our improved machines hiding in the wings, and just make a show. Honestly, I would rather wait until we got more updated machines before kitting out the stone soldiers fully. It's a good machine, but they may require specialist commando gear too.
>>977922
And attacking us on the front line so long as we are neutral would be bad. They might get us, but it hurts them and makes things more difficult.

>>977922
Still its not like we can be everywhere in a fight at once. Either the rest of the crew would have to fight mechs that heavily out match them or we get dog piled.

>>977930
Can we really call ourselves neutral when we kidnap one of their top engineers? Just send an invitation like one anon said.

>>977930
I'd rather leave our new mechs a secret that we don't reveal until a fight. Let them think their going to fight Harpies and Bluegills then push their shit in with out new never seen mechs

>>977934
They would do better to make sure we die since our whole navy is a cult of personality

>>977938
yeah, but we are up against serious security, we should be prepared for a nasty fight

>>977938
Well yeah but if you are fighting a boss you usually take out the shitty weaker guys first so you can focus. Wouldn't be a problem if it was just a squad or two of them since we could just square off but if they are massed produced they can fight us and mess up our crew at the same time.

>>977951
Well if were going to attack some place thats fine, but just doing it to rattle our saber lets them know we're making new mechs and ruins our advantage of them not knowing about it.

>>977938
plus, we're robbing an incredible treasure. we should show off

>>977975
We don't have them now though

>>977937
Sssorta? We do kidnap anyone in our path so it's not really a strange thing. Likewise, unlike our standard kidnappings these are pretty benign. One is a idol jam session, and the other is taking her to her sister's wedding with all the fancy trimmings. Hard to paint it badly when the report on her condition is 'picking out maid of honor dress', 'making her choice of entree', and 'having to sit through a dozen wedding practices to make sure it's all good.'

>>977978
oh. well neverrmind then

>>977980
I'm pretty sure if you kidnapped an official from the US army and forced them to go to a wedding they would send you to jail.

>>977996
International waters.

>>977996
We've done worse

>>977972
Thunder is right in this one, we should avoid high level battles for until necessary, Shinobi Harpies and Rocs are okay, as are our Pumpkinseeds, but the Bushi and officer mechs should be hidden for use as a trump card in the right moment.
This is why getting those Pumpkinseed II kits would be a good idea for now.
>>977930
The Bushi are heavy mechs that relies on their pilots ability to surpass the rolls of their enemies to work at their prime(Because of their BV weapon and MV penalty), you can't just handle them to B-crew and expect them to be game changer, what makes the Stone Soldiers the right candidates for their use.
About specialist commando gear... Meh, it isn't essential for them, they are used to using mass produced all rounder mechs like Bluegills and now Pumpkinseeds, they don't need pretty toys to show results, and that is a important characteristic of how they work a think of themselfs.

But as Wong already said, we could scrap the Pumpkinseeds II we get to upgrade their mechs with extra weapons, that could give them an edge.


Also... Do we really need to kidnap Erina? Couldn't we just show up and invite her somehow? Do we really have to shoot up everyone just to talk to her?
But robbing some Quliri waifus would be like a dream coming true to our Storm Dragons brothers...

>>978059
yeah. i have to agree with you on the kidnapping part. and we could tempt the kitty ladies to move to Auditorium with job offers and promises of better treatment

>>978076
and mention nothing of the ninja weebs who will be wanting to touch their fluffy tails

>>978082
they may be into that. we don't know it yet.

>>978076
>>978059
>>978082
They arent on the cat planet anymore though are they? I thought they were on their new ship.

>>978090
isn't the ship in orbit of that planet

>>978094
Why?

>>978076
>>978082
THIS
But I think that after the initial shock, Oda will get all chilvarious and "honoraburu", forcing his crew to be as gentlemenish as possible in dealing with them.

He will probably go on about they being sacred and magical creatures or something too.
>>978097
They didn't left yet, just moved into the new ship. The war on Qul'ri is not over yet, and the Paladins won't let this end so easily.

>>978097
oops. i misread that. we can still try to get some of the ones that are still on the planet

>>978104
Some of the ones?
Wait, are we talking about Erina and Amos friends or about Kat ladies?I'm confused now.
>>977938
We could still let the Stone Soldiers pratice with them while we wait for an opening for their use, that would give them some time to adjust, and some feedback on their capabilities.

>>978135
kat ladies. you can never have too many kat ladies

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It might be a terrible idea. You know only that Rosita's sister is somewhere outside the Solar System, and if she's in Jovian-held extrasolar territories that means she's somewhere where Jovian troops and therefore warships and mecha are likely stationed. You have no idea how you would do this, and even less idea what the odds of success are, but your mind is made up immediately.

"Of course your sister is coming to our wedding." You clap your fist against your chest, "I insist!"

"Really!?" Rosita's eyes shine, "Oh Roarke! Roarke darling!" She has her hands on your chest in a twinkling, and pushes you forward, up against the wall of a building. She goes up on her tiptoes and kisses you so hard her hat falls off. Your shades are left askew.

Red Siren leads you by the hand to the shuttleport, practically floating on an ebullient cloud of bliss. People are staring, but you don't really care. She's humming and occasionally singing wordlessly as she walks, and all of the tunes are original, never heard before anywhere else in the galaxy.

Miles does her best to walk you through what to expect on Europa once you're on board the transport, "Alright, just stay cool when they're inspecting the ship. The Praetorians are gonna be in there for five or ten minutes scouring your ship, and then they're gonna leave except for two squads of...I don't know, Pumpkinseed Deuces maybe?"

"Just two squads?" Rosita pouts, crossing her arms, "I'm a little bit insulted."

"You'll only launch if Roarke is in real trouble. Half a dozen mecha shouldn't be a problem for him." Miles shrugs, "Honestly, my new ride might be able to handle this solo, I have a good feeling about it."

"I saw the main gun, it reminds me a bit of some of the branch Bucephalus company models I've seen. Iskander rifles are supposed to be the new hot thing, what do the markings on it say?." Rosita comments, her attention suddenly very engaged.

"Oh, mine?" Miles feigns modesty the way a scavvie feigns respectability. Then she dives into the conversation too, "It's a Bucephalus model with similar roots and a customized power storage system. It's not really very sturdy, but it's extremely powerful and accurate. I could castrate a gnat or core a small asteroid with that thing."

"Do be careful, dear, it sounds like it would be very easy to get a god complex behind a gun like that." Rosita tuts, crossing her arms.

"There's nothing complex about my godhood!" Miles insists.

Thankfully Fatima isn't there, or the guntalk you hear so much already probably would have lasted all day.

[Continued]

If we run into Regina don't mention anything about Moe or her having anyone she cares about under us. We have no idea who might here and it would be devastating for her career.

>>978141
Hum... You know what? The Qul'ri may be very receptive to a third option in this mess if we play our card right, as we aren't space monarchists, "Tottaly not assuming control of your government" jovians or "ALLAHU ACKBAR!COVERT OR DIE!" Martians.
Instead, we are a band of free men and women, led by a handsome and dashing rogue and filled with people that will not care about who you are and what you do if you can just do your job... Unless you get too good on doing it and get showed with fame and riches by being an ace pilot who puts down smug "normie opressors" in shame.

Also, Live shows of Red Siren in Auditorium, "Love is Honest" everyday.

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>>978184
>"Of course your sister is coming to our wedding." You clap your fist against your chest, "I insist!"
>
>Inb4 a lot of pilots dying by SOUL MP because of this.

>>978184
>Iskander rifles are supposed to be the new hot thing
I see Myrmanon is going to be proud there. Hoping I told the Dutchman's story alright last thread, though I trust Wong when it comes to making it work.
>>978211
Who knows, we might get to fight Lord Ford's fleet as a surprise, kick some more knight ass and then deliver the invitation. We'd even get a free Pally corpse out of it!

>>978225
Or we could get them to cover us while we face Fairchild's ship to make the invite...

Also, congratulations for Myrmanon, I'm happy for you ^^

>>978225
Hey, if we argue about ammo and verniers enough Wong might eventually snap and throw every paladin, plus Green lady, plus every jovian and martian ace and legend at us all at once.

And have everyone mutiny. Except Clemmy. Clemmy a pure.

it's 1:30 here. so i am off to bed. try not to get us all killed

>>978287
I wouldn't worry this is a pretty simple mission. I mean what could possibly go wrong?

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Eventually, you stop zoning out from their talk about mass drivers versus laser and plasma weaponry, as Miles' wandering verbal detour slowly makes its way back to the job, "Anyway, you both know how to deal with inspectors. I'm sorry about the hairdye, but you're just too distinctive otherwise. Honestly, I'm worried your faces are going to be a problem. Most people have seen you on the news."

Rosita grins like the proverbial Cheshire Cat, "Leave that to me. I can do more than just look pretty with my makeup kit. I can make both of us look like completely different people, given a little preparation time." Her smile becomes unapologetically smug, "There's no area of stardom in which I am not worthy of being called a pirate queen."

Miles claps a hand over her face, "Roarke, did you use those words in front of her, those exact words? Pirate King is a bold goddamn claim to make even with a battleship, four Channel-classes heavy cruisers, one Pangasius-class light cruiser, one Iftrit Millenium light cruiser, two unspecified Avalonian vessels the size of a Jovian light battleship, and now a grand total of...since you merged your fleets...seven transports. If I'm not missing anything, which I could easily be."

"They're perfectly nice words, I liked the sound of them very much." Rosita huffs indignantly.

"I never called myself pirate king at any point." You protest.

Miles stares from one of you to the other, "You're both insane. I blame the Avalonian for this. They started calling you Pirate King and you've gone and believed them."

Rosita squeezes your hand with her long, slender fingers.

"Titles are just words. I'm me, that's what matters. If what Avalon says means that we need more ships and more mecha, then we need more ships and more mecha. I'll just have to get some." You shrug.

Miles lets out an exasperated sigh, "Alright, once you pass inspection, which you will, you'll be cleared to dock at Europa. At exactly 5 AM the following day, you need to be on the bridge and at the designated rendezvous point. You'll be inspected again, but it should be more cursory. While the Praetorian battleship departs, your escorts will attach the towing clamps and make sure the connections are secure, after which they'll ride along with you. You will be dragging the barge at sublight speeds, so it will take an estimated thirty-six standard hours for you to reach the arrival point IF you were going there. By the time you're twenty-three hours in, those escorts need to be gone, and you need to have someone on both ships to synchronize the warp gate projection and fly off with the loot. You can obviously do it before then, but it would be a bad idea whenever there are cruisers around, and they'll be pretty thick for most of the way."

"Mhm, twenty-three hours in along that course..." Red Siren fiddles with her PC, "Ah, we come in range of the Academy's sensors."

[Continued]

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>>978291
>I wouldn't worry this is a pretty simple mission. I mean what could possibly go wrong?

Well, our last milk run curdled so hard we made it a yogurt run. We might come back with cheese this time.

>Wong's FW Treasure raid

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You look at the colonies marked on her screen, "Those are an awful lot of warship berths." You remark mildly.

"I'd expect so, keep in mind the UJCIDF is training people for fleet command as well as piloting." Rosita replies, the two of you downplaying the terrifying cluster of military icons in front of you with professional aplomb.

"Exactly. So twenty-three hours in, we need to be folding void or we're fucked." Miles concludes cheerfully.

"That sounds easy enough." You agree jovially, although it seems like rather a lot CAN go wrong.

"That's right." Rosita smiles at you, and smiling back at her, you feel yourself suddenly a lot more confident.

"So, about that other matter we discussed..." You sling your arm around your pink-haired fiancee's shoulder, and together you begin to plot.

[Continued]

>>978343
>plot
we talking plot plot or PLOT

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Actually, no, not [Continued]

Two important decisions to make.

We'll start with the first one, whether you make it clear with Lysa in advance that you're coming to get her and when. The second will be whether you go alone to get Lysa or take people with you. Larger groups have more power but are easier to spot, after all.

>[Tell Lysa you're coming]
>[Don't tell Lysa you're coming]

>>978381
>>[Don't tell Lysa you're coming]
We can't let anyone know we're coming. Who knows who has bugged her number. And she would try to stop us from our mission.

>>978381
>[Don't tell Lysa you're coming]
Surprise

>>978381
>[Don't tell Lysa you're coming]
>Surprise
Surprise Anal.

>>978381
>>[Don't tell Lysa you're coming]
When you least expect it, a Roarke comes for you.

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>>978381
>[Don't tell Lysa you're coming]
Just imagine the damage Fairchild will cause when she hears.

>>978406
Thats nothing, wait until she sees the videos of some of the duet recording sessions. Think Biggs and Wedge will wonder about the mystery of the phantom screaming?

>>978381
>>[Don't tell Lysa you're coming]
Anything to make Fairchild REEEEEEEEEE

>>978381
>[Don't tell Lysa you're coming]
Funny thing is she would probably (although not certainly) agree, especially if we framed it in terms of making peace and all that jazz. Lysa would probably jump at the idea of a legitimate excuse (like being kidnapped) to get away from fairchild's imposed exile. But.... it's funner this way. She's a star, so not at all hard to find, and this way there's a zero chance of her tipping off the joves.

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You have selected the SURPRISE option.

Now will you...

>[Go alone]
>[Take a group]

>>978433
>>[Go alone]
Anything else will draw attention

>>978433
>Go Alone

Also, that pic goes extremely well with this.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bsUWK-fixiA

>>978433
>>[Go alone]

>>978433
>[Go alone]
Did someone order a Prince Charming pic up?

>>978433
>>[Go alone]
Ok, now this will make Jesus REEEEE. My only request is we return her before Fairchild can even return.

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>>978433
>[Take a group]
Gotta have the homies for that quick getaway and ill fitting ski masks.

>>978444
The concert is happening the same time as our ransoming so thats impossible

>>978452
the concert and all those events are 3 months away or so. It does not take that long to make a duet. Assuming we went invitation instead of direct kidnapping for Irina, we should be fine.

>>978476
Funny enough you would be surprised how long it takes to get everything the way it has to be. And Rosita's concerts are probably very involved with alot of dancing. Although if its just one duet then we can probably do it fine. I thought the whole concert was a duet?

Seems like Wong had too much of the Eggnog.

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Eventually you agree not to contact Lysa Fleur, you can't be sure she's the only one listening...or that she won't independently try to capture you or Red Siren to make up for her failure on 16-Psyche.

These little transport ships are becoming quite familiar. This one is cleaner than most you've been on, polished to a blue-grey sheen almost, and it's newer than most of your other transports. You and Red Siren settle into a berth, and after some time with her makeup kit, you're remade into a visage that surprises even you. Your orange hair has been dyed wolf-grey and piled up under a soft, nearly shapeless cap with a short brim. Red Siren insists on altering your facial structure further with a short grey stubble-beard, sideburns, and mustache too. By the time she's done, you look like a grizzled old man no matter how many times you look at yourself in the mirror and search for your true face. A tough-looking old man, true, but still an old man. She sets to work making herself look older with makeup, too, replacing her eyepatch with a simple but realistic-looking bionic eye and covering up her scar with powder. The two of you have finished by the time you warp, and at 18:00 standard galactic time you've emerged from warm into Europan space, broadcasting your transponder codes.

[Continued]

>>978538
>Old Roarke is Joseph
OH MY GOD!

>>978538
Shit about to get all Fabulous up in this bitch

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Instead of regular port authority, a snow-white Channel-class heavy cruiser moves to intercept you, dispersing snow-white Pumpkinseed IIs armed with larger beam guns than you're used to seeing and with double-ended beam sabers that remind you of Loriette's. They're still incredibly fragile compared to the Black Ogre, but they're better-armed than any other Pumpkinseed IIs you've seen and are clearly being flown by professionals.

The transport's mechbay is tiny and sparse, even for a small transport. It's empty except for a pair of Terns and an extremely old and worn Bluegill reconfigured for firefighting and repair work. The Archen and Knuckle Kaiser...the latter recently upgraded with a pair of experimental fist drones...are concealed beneath the floorboards. It would take a while to get them out in an emergency, but if things go as planned you should have plenty of time.

The Pumpkinseed IIs bank gracefully in midair, moving as intuitively together as a flock of geese. It's an impressive display, but as an experienced pilot you recognize it for what it is...a display. Whoever the commander is, they're either a showoff or they really believe all of these unnecessary maneuvers are improving the piloting of their subordinates. A lone Tern follows them in, you presume it's carrying the scanning crew.

The seven machines land in the mechbay, one nearly stepping on the Bluegill but deftly avoiding it at the cost of a few burn marks on the older machine's rust-red paint.

You and the others go to meet them in the mechbay, but when you arrive a tall and extremely distinctive woman is climbing down from her liftwire. Her face is heavily made up in a fashion reminiscent of some culture Oda would probably recognize, and her long, white hair has been dyed black at the tips. Her pilots all have a white pauldron with the Eye of Jove symbol adorning their flight suits, and from the coloration and insignia on hers you'd guess she's a Lieutenant.

She introduces herself crisply as such, "Lieutenant Jane Mappa, I'll be leading this mission today." Her troops begin breaking out rather a lot of equipment and dispersing throughout the ship, "This might take a while. Tell me, who's in charge here?"

"Me." You rumble, trying to sound cantankerous.

[Continued]

>>978591
Okay how much asshollery are we expecting from these faces?

>>978591
oh boy, here we go.

I liked eyebrows in the show. Pity she died.

>>978607
Well, let's see. For starters we should have brought Mika. Second, be glad we didn't bring Avi. Third, from the show she's from, those blond boys were hand picked by her becaue they looked like her crush who was that series Char. It ends poorly for every last one of them.

>>978608
That's what you get from being honourably stupid.

>>978617
I know. Hopefully shes not so foolish. And Roarke's a much more gentle opponent compared to Mika after all so hopefully she lives.

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>>978617
The sad part is, the second season has someone who is even worse than her.

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"When I let him be." Red Siren announces smugly. She nails the voice of a cranky but protective old lady perfectly. Her hair she didn't have the heart to dye completely, but she's settled for a faded pink and made it look scraggly and windswept. She's managed to, somehow, bind her breasts down significantly and with her stiff dress she's managed to conceal her figure for the most part.

"Hmph, don't embarrass me in front of company." You grumble at her, "Anyway, girl, I'm the Captain of this ship, so the sooner we can git ta haulin' the better."

The Lieutenant smiles, clasping her palms together, "I'm charmed. Captain...ah, what was your name again?"

"Bowie. David Bowie." You grunt, wishing you had a pipe to chomp on as a prop.

"Captain Bowie, of course." The Lieutenant gets out her PC, activates the holoscreen on mirror mode, and begins fixing her helmethair, "You know, I can't shake the feeling that I've...seen you somewhere before. Maybe an old War documentary or something? You're certainly old enough, sir, may I ask what you did during the War? I'm from a military family, and history is interesting to me, so...I hope I'm not prying." She smiles the smile of someone who means well but is still prying with the full expectation of cooperation.

>[Roll 1d10+15 Fast Talk & Persuasion, you may spend Luck if you wish. For reference, this "session" includes the inspection and kidnapping Lysa Fleur, the actual heist will begin with your Luck fully restored]

>>978614
Wait...Biscuit better not fuckin bite it. I like that fat bastard. I pretty much already guessed his sisters die somehow

Rolled 7 + 15 (1d10 + 15)

>>978630
add 2 luck to this

Rolled 3 + 15 (1d10 + 15)

>>978630
Spend 2 luck

Rolled 7 + 15 (1d10 + 15)

>>978630
2 luck plz

>>978630
Oh and go full dirty old man route Wong, women are put off by it and she'll just think we're an old weirdo and stop asking questions.

>>978645
lets try not to get ourselves arrested right off the bat. Messing with customs agents is a bad way to go.

>>978630
Not much to me really. Just a poor boy from a poor family, kept running through a Labrynth of work for a bunch of goblin-like buggers. Good lads, would go drinkin' with them but the ma'am's got me by the crystal balls.

Rolled 6 + 15 (1d10 + 15)

>>978630
"I'd like to say I'd a been as famous as that Floyd fellow but most of the war t'wer in a hospital for major kidney and liver failure. Horrible stuff. Doin better now mind ya, and met a certain cranky bat in that bed who won my heart anyway. Then I loaded pallets at a depot fer all of 3 weeks until it were all over. Sorry lass, not as gallant as you appear to be, brave soldiers fighten those green shits who came back fer a second whupping"

Probably not what Roarke would go with but I thought it was funny, maybe add 1 luck.

>>978650
Agreed, just play the part of an old grizzled war vet.
>>978645
Let's not risk you accidentally seducing the customs officer Thunder

>>978660
Our seduction skill is higher then our persuasion skill so its a waste to not take advantage of it. Besides we don't have to stick with every girl we seduce.

>>978676

It does have a weakness, though, in that some people it will flat-out not work on. For example, let's say Roarke rolls to seduce Irina and gets a 10, which with his stats means a result of 26. That's way over the usual result needed to affect Irina, but it would flat-out not work because she has an effectively insurmountable bonus in the form of her feelings for Amos. She would get flustered and privately be all "Alright, Rosita has better taste than I thought", but Roarke wouldn't get a bent penny out of her otherwise.

>>978685
what if we seduced Amos?

Or what if we seduced Amos to get something out of Irina?

>>978689
Chances are it will curve off of Amos' round head and hit Garret and Simon, making them question their orientation.

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You don't follow your first instinct, which is to make something up. She's from a military family, which means she's likely to spot any mistakes you make. Instead, you give her your most roguish smile, "What I did during the War is still classified, little lady, but if you want to sit on my lap and put a drink in my hand sometime...I might not be able to stop a few stories from spilling out."

"You old coyote!" Red Siren brings the edge of her hand down on the top of your skull hard enough to make you wince, "Don't disappoint the girl! I'm so sorry, Lieutenant. Thirty years of marriage and he still howls at every tail his rheumy eyes can see. Just howls, though. I can still turn his head when I have to." She chuckles, patting your head.

Lieutenant Mappa goes from blushing and looking shocked to smiling and with that sort of tolerant forbearance good-hearted young people have around elderly relatives, "I can tell, you're both very lucky. Sir, I can't guess your rank...but if you really were some sort of special forces, thank you for your service." She shakes your hand, "I don't want you to worry, General Hatsheput has dispatched extra security to this mission, yes, but that doesn't mean we expect anything to go wrong. She's just a remarkably thorough woman, and she's not as tight-fisted with resources as certain...other...Generals in this fleet, so we'll have a full dozen of Jove's finest keeping you safe."

"Oh, thank you. Glad to hear it." You remark, adjusting your hat for want of shades to adjust. This is a complication, yes, but not an insurmountable one, "Won't the bay be a little crowded, though?"

She smiles, "We'll be taking six-hour shifts, half of us in space at any one time...and don't worry, we won't impose on your hospitality, we'll be keeping our mecha parked on the Megamule. It turns out it has a mechbay from its last deployment, and this way we're closer to the cargo in case something goes wrong."

"Glad to hear it, but what about us?" You ask.

She shakes her head, "If the Avalonian terrorists try anything, I'm sure they'll aim for the barge first, it's by far more vulnerable. Don't worry, you'll have six top-grade Jovian mecha patrolling at all times, and six more on standby ready to go if needed. Organization has really improved with the new General in charge, things have gotten a lot more efficient. Good manners and good logistics, that's the Jovian way." Lieutenant Mappa sighs happily. One of her pilots approaches her, salutes, and whispers in her ear. She nods, then smiles at you, "The initial scan shows nothing untoward, no beacon probes attached to your vessel or viruses designed to cripple the navigation AI or anything else. Remember, we're casting off in..." She checks her PC, "A little over ten standard hours."

"Would it be alright if I took a Tern out for a bit?" You ask, "I need to pay some respects while I'm out here."

[Continued]

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I hope we run into Dr.Vogler at some point

>>978736
Man, there are so many crazy doctors from old robot shows we could use for our R&D team. Mazinger, Getter Robo, they all have crazy doctors. Or things get weird and we find a Avalonian that went Baron Asura.

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>>978736
Not wanting best Mad scientist

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You see Lieutenant Mappa's smile soften. You bet she's thinking of her own pedigreed parents, visiting the graves of friends they lost. Your mother did that too, and briefly, you wonder if your father ever did.

"You have my full permission, just be back in time for launch...and you might want to try to get a full night's sleep in, sir. Just a suggestion." The Lieutenant's words interrupt your musings, but your half-there smile must fit an old man well, because she and her people finish up their work and move out while you power up the Tern and make your way down to the colonies below.

Planetfolk hearing about the Jovian colonies often imagine them like the colonies they see in science lessons or in the Belt, individual tubes or small clusters thereof floating isolated in space. They couldn't be more wrong.

When Clemmy and Karen were setting up the plastic piping for Clemmy's new hamster to live in, there was a period where brightly-colored plastic cylinders were scattered all across the floor while Karen argued that directions were for suckers and she didn't need them. Seeing Jovian civilization in all of its glory reminds you of that. Wherever you look, you can see colonies, or the distant glittering constellation of colonies. The great, pale, icy orb of Europa herself casts light upwards from a direction that could roughly be considered 'down'. From here you can see faint dabs of blue, the tremendous interlinked colonies of the Cetacean Restoration Project.

Perhaps it's just the disguise, perhaps it's because it's been a long time since you came to Jupiter proper, but you find yourself staring out at the lights of your home civilization as you set the Tern to plot a course for a specific colony...and once there, a specific person awaits.

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Huhhhh, back from dozing off into the dream land...

So... Are we kidnapping Lysa while disguised as Joseph and somehow bringing her into a transport with jovian soldiers inside? I'm a little confused now.

>>978742
I swear it was either him or Dr Saotome for the creator of the Dutchman. He just fits the name too well.

Wait, did someone post the Dutchman's backstory last thread and I, somehow, missed it?

>>978742
I already posted him though

>>978758
I don't recall. Too many damn threads and so many pics, can't recall it all.

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>>978760

>>978764
3 in the morning Thunder. Ain't gonna get shit right now

>>978764
Hold up, brain finally caught up with me.

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>>978749
Aye, I posted it. I can give you the diet version so to not clutter things.
Dutchman was originally the Pawn II. The first version was a old war machine that tried to do medium striker before it was feasible, making a cheap machine that was good for burning green stuff and exploding in case a greenman machine comes close to it. Deemed a failure, but the frame was used for the Chessboard project, which made the Cardinal and Rook.
Original designers want to give the machine a revamp. Modernized it, gave it better hydraulics and the quick swap system for adaptability and servicing to be a better grunt in many fields. Was passed up for the Chessboard due to a desire of specialists instead of generalists alongside the original developers not getting along with the Chessboard designers.
So the Pawn II never saw proper production, designers got pissed, remodeled the frame to make it more fitting for it's Dutchman role. Saotome or Wily work for the scientists really. Both are Mad and Angry enough to fit the build. Either way, I trust you to think of how to make it work if there is a issue.

Game resumes tomorrow at the usual time.

>>978790
See ya then

>>978788

I see, so it's a Lunar design of sorts. Would it be reasonable for Maxwell to be RCC? They do run orphanages as a traditional form of charity.

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>>978790
Thanks for running Wong, it was an honor as always.

>>978796
Would be pretty reasonable. Maxwell Hammer is a german name after all. I could see him being given the machine to pilot, even if he wasn't the one to make it.

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>>978796
Oh, before I forget, how many Knights got scrapped and how many were turned into "Bushi"?
And what do you think about that idea of giving them to the Stone Soldiers? Would this be a appropriate style of mecha for their type of operations or do they prefer more light and versatile ones?

Also, I was searching for some info in old threads and re-read the part with Akai and noted something... Could she give some help to Karen in refitting the Knights? I though that it would be a good chance for her to pass more time with not-so-crazy people, and Karen seemed to get somewhat happy and motherly with all that talk... So maybe Akai would try to enjoy this attention for one of her Idol's waifus while she get a chance... If that is not a problem for you, that is.

>>978802
>>978796
But yes, Lunar make at it's core. I can throw out the Dutchman F-type as well if interested. It's space only, but true to the Zaku F-type, it's pretty mobile. Ma of 16 and it's booster pack allows it to go 12 MA in a action for hit and run shenanigans.

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>>978788
>His old post in the last thread:
>"It was indeed Lunar based. The Dutchman's original name was the Pawn II, a early model Medium Striker designed for cleaning up greenman messes and torching them. Wasn't really good for anything other than it's drudgery, but the Frame was eventually picked up and the base was used for the Chessboard Project, local Lunar developers sprucing up the old frame and making it useful. The Cardinal would likely be the most successful thing the project put out before the Knightingale's failed testing ended catastrophically. The Pawn II was a side project of that lead by some old faces of the original Pawn team who wanted to show it some proper love and respect. It was designed to be a more adaptable trooper than the original, using the Quick Change mounts for quick battlefield repairs, easy customization, and both a proper thruster portfolio and better armor. Less a death trap and more a proper machine to protect and aid it's pilots. Sadly, it was sort of pushed to the side due to a mix of it's direct link to the Pawn(who's common name was due to pilots saying 'If you get to the other end of the combat zone, you deserve a promotion', it's conflict with the general project(The Chessboard was suppose to use the base frame to make Specialists for their fields, while the Pawn II spat on that and laughed.), and just general budget issues and complications.

In the end, it was a Passion project led by a passionate man, who wanted to see his machine truly thrive and be respected for what it was and became really bitter about the whole thing when it was left to the wayside for other works. I was originally thinking of naming it the Revenge due to that, but I liked the Dutchman better. Here's a picture f the design if you so wish to use it. Have no name for him though."

Also, you continue being impossibly cool as always, senpai.

Oh, and here is the KAISER MP!

http://pastebin.com/4MitdTZU

Happy Holidays for you all.

>>978184
>It might be a terrible idea. You know only that Rosita's sister is somewhere outside the Solar System, and if she's in Jovian-held extrasolar territories that means she's somewhere where Jovian troops and therefore warships and mecha are likely stationed. You have no idea how you would do this, and even less idea what the odds of success are, but your mind is made up immediately.
I vote Nighthawk based abduction while they are on leave. Get in, take them, get out, and run away laughing under cloak.

>>978838
As promised: here isare the transport stats

SECONDARY SHIP: Generic transport
Stats:
Striker Hull (600 Kills, 6 spaces all occupied)
Striker Armor (30 SP)

C-Grade: 1d10+12 for all skill rolls, representing the fact that transports usually take the less talented crew of the Kestrals. When on a special operation for the Admiral, this rank will increase to B grade or even A to represent the experienced crew manning the ship,

Weaponry:
Fore Light Beam Battery (WA 0, 2500m range, 50K, 1 Spaces, Forward 180-degree Arc only)
OR
Deluxe CIWS (WA +0, 650m range, 10K, Space 1, All-Around Arc, automatically attacks any hostile mech that enters range with no penalty and the equivalent of an infinite burst weapon effect)

Subassemblies:
2 Mecha Bays (can support 20 mecha, 2 Spaces)
1 Cargo Hold (500 tons, 1 Space)
1 Passenger Space (90 people, 1 Space)
Can replace the one or both mecha bays with more cargo or passenger space.

Maneuverability:
Takes 150 meters forward travel to change heading 60 degrees.
Takes a -8 to hit mecha (except with CIWS)
Mecha get +8 to hit it.
Can fly 700m per turn, not counting the Microgate Projector.

>>978591
Can we take precautions so that Lydia's inevitable attempt to use the firefighting bluegill as an escape vehicle fails?

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>>979120
Thank you.
>>979043
The problem is exactly "getting them", as they will probably inside Fairchild's flying fortress...
Maybe we could go clean with Erina sometime when she is out for a day off and hope that she will cooperate with us to be in her sister wedding... But that can be risky too if Amos decides to be a hero or if Keith interfere...

We could use the time we have until them to produce as much robots as possible and go full force on Fairchild too... But that could end our relative freedom of operations by getting too much attention and would reveal our power-level, what may be a bad idea at this point...

I think that we need to get more information on the Qul'ri situation before deciding on a plan of action... And discover a way of getting there too...

Also, we can't forget to make some money out of this as being on another system is a rare opportunity for getting resources without having to worry about much future consequences, and maybe even for getting recruits in this case, as the qul'ri situation could be a very good opportunity to expand our influence.

Temporarily allying with Avalon to get a acess to a Gate or to get support when facing the SOUL MP is also a possibility, but we have to be carefull to not be involved in unwanted consequences,

>>979246
>The problem is exactly "getting them", as they will probably inside Fairchild's flying fortress...
That's why I said "on leave" Wait until they're in town, kidnap and run away in the cloaky 20MA ship. Also, fyi you aren't allowed to use an image (or series of related images) as an avatar.

>>979260
>Also, fyi you aren't allowed to use an image (or series of related images) as an avatar.
I just post some random pics depending on the comment, but I don't remember any rules about this on /qst/.
Also, I just really like Megumin images... Is that such a big sin?

>>979271
>I just post some random pics depending on the comment, but I don't remember any rules about this on /qst/.
That's because its a global rule.
>Global rule 13 Do not use avatars or attach signatures to your posts
I don't particularly care, but I figured you could use the warning before some Mod passes by and bans you.

>>979277
Oh, sorry about that, I probably forgot about it.
I wasn't really doing that on purpose most of the time... But sorry anyway.

>>978622
>>978617
>>978614
Clearly, we must kidnap her and let Kathrine teach her how to properly waifu a Char-clone.

>>979295
Trust me when I say you don't want to go out with this one. IBO's Char is very much like the original. Mainly because he backstabs his friends, is a manipulative bastard, and has a fondness for little girls. Less they can make her younger, she ain't getting any.

>>979301
To be fair, Zechs is a pretty Charish Char Clone. Even went through the Original, Z and CCA storylines during Wing right down to a climatic duel during an attempted Colony drop.
Though to be honest, it was mostly a joke. Mostly.

>>979043
>I vote Nighthawk based abduction while they are on leave. Get in, take them, get out, and run away laughing under cloak.
On second thought, its probably a lot easeir to put pressure on Fairchild somehow to make her order Soul C and their mechanic to come to the wedding. Oh wait, you say we're already kidnapping her niece? How convenient.

i missed it.
damn it!

>>977628
Oh neat, Kathrine's here.

I really want to tenderly hug her and tell her I appreciate her.

>>978184
>branch Bucephalus company models I've seen. Iskander rifles are supposed to be the new hot thing

Aww yeah. Islander making waves.

Although most of the staff would be insulted at being seen as a branch company.

>>979703
Yeah Wong did her really well.

>>979780
I'd still make wild and passionate love to her in the cockpit of her mech though.

>>979799
As long as you aren't some sort of creeper lesbian like that one CO she had back in her military days.

>>979866
What kind of person does she prefer?

>>979918
She's a Floyd Beck fan, but she's married to her job right now.

>>979949
So the awkward engineer who helped her put the Valkyrie together might have a chance?

>>980008
Maybe, but IIRC Wong said he shipped the Libra's pilot and her for some reason.

>>980008
Possibly. Though I could also see Captain Harlock syncing well with her. Or her falling for any Char-Clone that she runs into, as long as they aren't a complete Sociopath.

>>980055
I think its the Zodiac thing, since the OZ mobile suits are all named after the Zodiac. Including her own suit.

>>980071
Interesting thing about that is that both the characters Alexander and Katherine are based on appear in the SRW Z games together.

>>980055
>>980071
>>980125
I'm not against Alexander x Katherine, it would be cute ^^.

>>980125
>>980163
>>980055

I can dig it.

The real question is who is brave enough to hit on HUNK.

>>980205
>>980163
I dunno. Kathrine's been Red Siren's second for years. She could probably casually pay off Maxwell's debt.
Incidentally, do we know if Weight Inefficiency is legal? I'm currently .25 CP over the limit.

>>980227
You got a stereo or something you can take off? Weight Inefficiency is usually too awkward to be useful.

>>980227
Did you take a Stereo or other bits and bobs for the mech?

>>980227
Out of curiosity, how screwed would Red Siren be if she lost Kathrine?

>>980247
>Weight Inefficiency is usually too awkward to be useful.
Yeah, I saw that. I have a stereo and a Spotlight, so I can take those both out.

>>980261
Probably a lot less than she would have near the start. She now is engaged to Rorake and has the Kestral's officer corps to lean on, and Kathrine has probably had years to train some competent assistants.

>>980163
hey Brazillia, did you ever get to talk to that draw-friend of yours?

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>>979918
>>980008
>>979799

What's going on here?

>>980633
Shenanigans or a phone and home device. Been known to happen.

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>>980633
He uses Einherjar to post twice as much.

>>980633
Hey Mr.Wong. does Victor and his Templar meet with your approval?

>>980633
love and passion
also lewd

By the way, while I'm updating pastebins if anyone knows how many Knights exactly were looted (so any left over after the battle, any taken down by Clemmy, and any taken down by Josiah), that would be helpful. Roarke's personal kills got turned into CP. Plus you have an additional 40 Knights that were with Loriette.

>>980738

Albino Avalonian with a Knight refitted for speed and maneuverability, right? Yeah, provided there aren't any mechanical problems with the Templar.

>>980745
Not sure if you saw, but I stated the Tern last thread.

So, let's start things off with a 1d10+12 Int+Awareness roll, first come first served.

>>980765
me and Brazillia have gone over it many times. it's ready to go and frighten people shitless

Rolled 7 + 12 (1d10 + 12)

>>980779
Roarke is very aware

>>980773

Yes you did. I loved the Nighthawk, by the way, a very useful adaptation.

Rolled 9 + 12 (1d10 + 12)

>>980779

Rolled 3 + 12 (1d10 + 12)

>>980779

>>980745
Top of my head we got about 4 from josiah(3 if you consider the assist when we grappled one), 2 or so from Clemmy(plus whatever that Medium was. We need to look at that.), a team the stone soldiers took out, the ones the Twins and Moes took down, plus the 6 body guards. I'd say from the top of my head, 40-41. We did take out close to 20 ourselves and the lion share were facing us. So thats 80 Osano-wos.

>>980865
That's a lot of Officer grade mechs we're giving Oda that I feel more than uncomfortable giving him.

>>980888
It should be split between our crews to get them to about the same number as each other with preference given to ships with the worst machines

>>980888
>>980912

It will be some time before they're all repaired, though.

>>980921
Still better to plan how we want to split them up

Alternate version of the Nighthawk. Now with 100kg per soldier(assuming max load), more speed, and VOTL.
http://pastebin.com/Ek2ALeXz
Feel free to use either statblock.

>>980888
best idea I can think of is to use some as guard machines for the bases. 25 for each with 30 for Oda. Aside from the Rhinehawk crew, they are probably the closest to being promoted to A class crew, though if they swell enough that might change.

>>981022
>>[Better not, the cops might be coming and you're in disguise...]

>>981005

The Rhinehawk is kind of a weird case, because for a very brief while it DID have A-class crew. Avi leveled everyone up during the Battle of Auditorium...but making the Rhinehawk larger and recruiting newbies brought the ship's average down, so it stayed at B.

>>981022
>>[Better not, the cops might be coming and you're in disguise...]

>>981022
>>[Better not, the cops might be coming and you're in disguise...]

>>981022
>>[Interfere, it's a fistfight]
Angry old man yells at ruffians for both causing a scene and not knowing how to fist fight properly.

>>981022
>[Interfere, it's a fistfight]
We can talk our way out of this if the worst happens

>>980633
Just a guy trying to make a fictional character feel appreciated.

Also, phoneposting.

>>981044
You know, there are rules for having crew with a +15 modifier. Its in the ATM, page 85.

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>>981022
>“Like I said, I might as well just beat you here and shave one off my list of competition! You'll find out why I'm NUMBER ONE on the underground circuit!”

Awww Yisss, it's 'Lightning' McClin....

>with short red hair and an armored flight jacket

Wait a Jove-damned minute, Mr. Wong. That ain't McClintock!

Also
>[Better not, the cops might be coming and you're in disguise...]

>>981022
>[Better not, the cops might be coming and you're in disguise...]
Roarke doesnt seem like the sort to interfere in two guys personal fight.

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You've never been on a really, really upscale colony like this before. You've never thought of yourself as a Belt bumpkin before...after all, you were born on the Ionian colonies...but you feel as though you're gawking like a rustic once you've paid your parking fee and left the mechport to see the colony in all of its glory. Towers, tall and pointed at the tips, stand out through a dense urban sprawl that receives additional oxygenation from drifting clumps of lighter-than-air moss from Venus. A Plecostomus street-cleaner mech rumbles past you, its mighty circular scrubbers lifted out of the way as they aren't in use, and you barely avoid being run over. The pilot in his defenseless-looking transparent cockpit shouts obscenities at you and makes a rude gesture, which you ignore. The city clustered around the colony's port isn't what concerns you, though, it's the palatial artificial wilderness outside of it. You're used to the plain and functional farms of California Station, but these are estates, and tremendously opulent ones at that, even from here the forests and lakes look manicured and neatly arranged. The density of buildings along the road diminishes as you make your way out of town, and even here there are establishments less luxurious than the downtown places that cater to the Jovian elite. You've traded in the plain jumpsuit of a poor but honest space trucker for your handy mail-carrier's uniform that you last used when you wanted to sneak a message to Samantha before her defection, because mail-carriers are everywhere and it makes a convenient disguise. Your attention is almost entirely focused on what you're about to get yourself into, which is why you almost don't hear the sound of shattered glass.

Almost.

You duck under the chair that goes whizzing by your head, trailed by shards of the window it just flew through, and come up with your fists in a position to blindside whatever idiot just tried to brain you with it...only to discover that there isn't one idiot, there are two of them. They come tumbling out the door into the street, breaking away from each other and then charging back in, fists flying.

“Yahoo! Alright motherfucker, NOW it's a fight!” Crows a leanly muscled man with spiky yellow hair and an armored flight jacket, “Like I said, I might as well just beat you here and shave one off my list of competition! You'll find out why I'm NUMBER ONE on the underground circuit!”

“Idiot, don't go adding to my debt!” Snaps an equally fit man with unkempt black hair reaching down past his jaws. “Barkeep, none of this is my fault, I'm not paying for it.”

“Someone is.” Grunts the barkeep, a sour-looking middle-aged woman who might've been pretty decades ago but has seen a lot of hard road since.

>[Interfere, it's a fistfight]
>[Better not, the cops might be coming and you're in disguise...]

>>981098
>>[Better not, the cops might be coming and you're in disguise...]
voting again.

>>981076

That was legitimately a mistake on my part, which is now fixed.

>>981098
>>[Better not, the cops might be coming and you're in disguise...]
Recasting vote

>>981098
>[Better not, the cops might be coming and you're in disguise...]

Poor Libraguy.

>>981098
>[Better not, the cops might be coming and you're in disguise...]

>>981098
>>[Better not, the cops might be coming and you're in disguise...]

>>981098
>>[Interfere, it's a fistfight]
I still stick by going full angry old man at both of them.

>>981098
>[Better not, the cops might be coming and you're in disguise...]

Lol, if this is becoming a thing, there should be a dopplerganger of McClintock somewhere.

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"Don't go acting all mature like you didn't start this!" The blonde throws an admirable roundhouse, but he's leaning forward too far and putting too much of his weight behind it, if it were you fighting him you'd take advantage of that.

"Because I didn't! For the last time, McFlintlock, stop this nonsense!" The dark-haired one dodges neatly, counterattacking with a neat one-two that bounce off the blonde's stomach. Good form, but not enough power, the blonde keeps charging in.

"I told you, that isn't my name! Bastard! First you pretend you haven't heard of me then you deliberately say it wrong!" Howls the blonde.

"Justice was never on your side. I didn't want to, but I'll knock you out and show you how a real man behaves."

"Motherfucker!"

You shake your head. You want to knock them both down and make them pay for the damages they caused, but you don't have time and you can see the barkeep talking into her PC. It's only a matter of time before the Colony Defense Force...or worse, the UJCIDF...shows up.

"My, my. I keep getting older, headstrong young men stay exactly the same." Sighs an old woman with sufficiently dark skin for you to assume she might be part Martian, although she's dressed in Jovian fashion. She looks at you and smiles, adjusting the parcels in her arms. "Although I don't think all of the fire has gone out of YOU yet." She looks you over, "If the grandkids weren't expecting Gramma Sune to visit soon for dinner, I might take you out for a drink myself, handsome." She winks.

You grin back at her, "Alas for work and family. I'm sure we'll meet again, though." You adjust your empty message capsule under your arm, and she chuckles and sets off down the road in the opposite direction.

You continue your walk. You were right, outside of town it's all palatial estates and forests that were clearly never grown naturally, sculpted too neatly into parks and paths and scenic dells. Most of the houses are set far back from the road, and by the time you locate the right one even you're a little bit tired. You never learned how to properly ride a jetbike, but you still wish you'd rented one. In hindsight, Rosita might have been a better choice for this...but you can't see her choosing not to draw her pistols on the two men and scolding them for causing a ruckus. True stars don't just draw the spotlight, they create it.

[Continued]

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>>981220
>"My, my. I keep getting older, headstrong young men stay exactly the same." Sighs an old woman with sufficiently dark skin for you to assume she might be part Martian, although she's dressed in Jovian fashion. She looks at you and smiles, adjusting the parcels in her arms. "Although I don't think all of the fire has gone out of YOU yet." She looks you over, "If the grandkids weren't expecting Gramma Sune to visit soon for dinner, I might take you out for a drink myself, handsome." She winks.

YESSSSSS

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Speaking of stars, you're lucky you're in the kind of shape you're in, or they'd be out by the time you got to your destination.

"So this is what other people's taxes pay for." You scratch your head, gazing down on a sprawling, basalt-dark mansion done in some flattish wide-roofed style that you aren't rich enough to know the proper name of. Samantha might know it. Set in an artificial valley, the mansion is absolutely drowning in a field of mixed flowers. They're random enough to look wild, but pinks, purples, crimson, and orange predominate, with hints of electric blue. When the artificial wind hits it, it's like a sea of dark fire.

It doesn't so much have a driveway as a road, half a mile of glittering white interlocking stones. From the main road, you thought you glimpsed what looked like a large pool and a hedge maze of flowers for some reason.

>[Go in from the front]
>[Be sneaky and circle around]

>>981264
>>[Go in from the front]
Much less suspicious than them finding a messenger sneaking around

>>981264
>>[Go in from the front]

>>981264
>>[Go in from the front]
We are a delivery guy so going from the front to talk about a package for the young lady would make sense.

>>981264
>>[Go in from the front]
Deliveries go to the front door

>>981264
>>[Go in from the front]

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You briefly consider circling around, just out of curiosity about the hedge maze behind the estate, which extends so far into the shadow of the valley that there's never an angle that lets you see where it ends. A dip in the pool sounds good too, but that would ruin your disguise. No, there's no way to do this but directly. Besides, you're sure you've been pegged by hidden security drones of some kind or another and you don't fancy getting shot before you reach the mansion proper. You walk up to the front door, and have time to whistle a number of your favorite songs on the way.

The doors are as tall as those you imagine seeing at some ancient backwater planet temple. It's funny, but from what you've seen of her General Fairchild isn't a very tall woman, so the diminutizing effect of those mighty wooden portals must be even more extreme than what you feel, staring them down. You're not prone to such thoughts normally, hence only having them this late, but you've truly gone and set foot inside the den of your enemy this time. The high pillars flanking the door and roundabout at the end of the driveway are a common sight in Jovian architecture, but these lack the usual shape. They're too smooth. Honestly, the house almost looks Asian-inspired to you, from what you've seen hanging around with Oda...but without the class. The roof is the same general shape, and so is the layout, but it lacks the pagoda-like shingling customary to the Ancient Terran orient and many of the more distinctive frills, and concessions have clearly been made to the Jovian aesthetic such as the promenade of columns. On the whole, you think rather less of it for this ambivalent design. The driveway splits in two at the front door and circles the building, likely leading to garage space.

You look for a knocker, something to buzz, but the doors are flat, featureless apart from a palmpad to one side. You know it won't respond, and if they can get a fingerprint from you it might get flagged, so you raise your fist and are about to knock when a feminine voice chirps irritatedly from a hidden speaker, “The front door is for the lady of the house and guests ONLY. Deliveries go around to the SIDE door. On the left side, you do know your left from your right, don't you? The last time one of you people...” The way the presumed housekeeper says 'you people' is faintly scornful, “...came here he went the wrong way and we found him poking through the General's garage. He won't be making that mistake again, which probably explains why he isn't here and you are.”

You roll your eyes beneath the brim of your cap, and point, “Er, that way, ma'am?” You force a faint servile whine into your voice.

“Yes, that way. Juno preserve me, what kind of idiots do they hire...” The commfeed cuts off with a grumble. You shrug and make your way around the house to a much smaller, plainer door.

[Continued]

Alright, this is mostly done, but...could someone humor me with a 1d10+15 roll?

Rolled 10 + 15 (1d10 + 15)

>>981518
..can I put 1 luck on it?

>>981531
That'll do anon, that'll do

>>981531
nice roll Anon

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Once again, you have to hit a buzzer. This unimpresses you. It unimpresses you quite a lot, which is not a thing you thought was possible.

The inconvenience, the waiting, the sheer stuffy officiousness of the housekeeper, it all speaks of a residence that thinks entirely too highly of itself.

As much as it may speak to a frightening degree of a poor young girl's desire to be a princess and have her own fairytale castle, you've never had to go through this much trouble to visit Red Siren's palace, which is even bigger and fancier. You would honestly take walking in on a tiger in the garden again over having to stand here and wait for much longer.

At last, the side-door swings open, a bored-looking maid standing there with her arms crossed, "State your business." Her outfit is just a bit too risque for a proper maid. It might be attractive and you're sure most people would find it alluring, but you've been exposed to a more refined class of maid through Samantha and...again...through Oda and his cafes. This one's hair is the color of honey, with a bit of curl to it.

"A package for the young lady, Lysa Fleur." You heft the message capsule.

The maid sighs and rolls her eyes, "Great, more fanmail." She leans a little closer to you and whispers, "I bet she leaked her location to the holonet herself. She may act like Little Miss Perfect, but a girl her age can't be a S-Pop singer and not get a swollen head."

You nod seriously, stroking your fake beard, "It's probably just as you said, but a customer is a customer, right?" You do your best to look wise and full of worldly experience.

The maid laughs softly, "Yes, that's not a bad way to look at it. Sorry, I'm just a little bitter, the housekeeper turns into a tyrant every time the General leaves her in charge and both she and Little Miss Fleur keep forgetting that I'm not actually hired to do dishes and manage the vaccuum-drones."

"Aren't you a maid?" You take a second look at her, your composure slipping slightly. You expect to see a weapon somewhere, and are poised to defend yourself.

She laughs even harder, "Yes, I am. It's just, uh, not that kind of maid. The only carpets I clean aren't on the floor, if you know what I mean. I'm more like...like a handmaiden, I guess." She chuckles and shakes her head, "I don't know how, but somehow you've put me in a good mood. Normal procedure is that I take the capsule and tell you to stand out here and hope you get a tip...but the General isn't home, so I guess it's alright to bring you in. You look like you've been walking, what happened to the scooters you guys normally have?"

You shrug, "It broke down on the way here. I already let the company know and they have someone coming out to collect it and me, but I was already close to the mansion and thought I'd just walk here and make the delivery."

[Continued]

>>981569
Nice to see Fairy hired a woman who looks similar to Clemmy

>>981588
More the art style than anything

inb4 space skeleton.

>>981602
If thats who I think it is, she's from the same story. Going with the Ginyu force pose too.

>>981607
Hopefully she doesnt have the same dietary habits.

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"At your age? You're a hero. Come on, if the housekeeper has any problems with you sitting for a while and having some lemonade I'll tell her to bite me." The maid ushers you inside and locks the door.

The inside of the mansion doesn't impress you much either. Yes, you're looking at an awful lot of wealth and what's probably considered good taste, but...it just doesn't match the building's exterior. Too many marble statues of semi-nude women, too high a ceiling, too much ornamentation. Of course, as you look at pictures of what's unquestionably a larval Hermione Fairchild seated next to a severe-looking woman in business dress who closely resembles her, the explanation occurs that this house might have been in the family for generations, redecorated to suit each new head of household's tastes. There are a lot of couches, places to spontaneously lounge, and also a lot of books...poetry, judging from the titles. That surprises you. You rather expected hard-backed chairs and a spartan militarism of decor.

You spot something curious while examining one of the statues more closely, while the maid chatters about how she thinks the marble piece resembles her a little...which, frankly, you disagree with. Outside the window, sticking out of a stump, is a tremendously heavy machete too large to wield with one hand, with what looks like slabs of cement strapped to its sides to add weight. A number of poles have been set up, with small gourds dangling from strings at different heights.

And then she appears, clad in a simple, ruffle-edged white top with a picture of a pink bunny on the back, and loose pink plaid pants.

Lysa Fleur does not walk the way you expected. She walks like a stalking panther, each movement certain and precise. In her hands is a long, soft-looking rope, looped several times around her hand and forearm and tipped with a metal weight about the size of a plum on either end. Her expression is soft and dreamy as she lets the two ends have some slack and begins swinging them. You can't hear them, but you can envision perfectly the dull whup-whup-whup as the ropes cut through the air. She spins them around her body, their orbits criss-crossing multiple times without striking each other.

>>981649
So Karen WAS right about Lysa. Total S. Kinda feel sorry for Jesus there.

>>981676
What? What did Karen say about Lysa

>>981682
That she was a sadist

>>981682
Sado in Sadomasochistic

>>981676

Whips are several tiers below meteor hammers.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SxPO6nwQvxY

>>981687
>>981699
Because of the whip thingy?

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>>981649
Oh god, is she gonna go Gogo on us?

Oh, also, give me another 1d10+12 Intelligence+Awareness roll.

Rolled 6 + 142 (1d10 + 142)

>>981711
I wouldn't worry too much

>>981718
Rolling

Rolled 5 + 12 (1d10 + 12)

>>981718

Rolled 7 + 12 (1d10 + 12)

>>981721
>>981718
Whoops wrong modifier

Rolled 2 + 12 (1d10 + 12)

>>981718

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>981752
Hope thats an opposed roll

>>981752
Well, we beat them in terms of raw numbers, but my concern will still be a thing.

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"Both hands again? Ugh, does she have to show off even with nobody around?" The maid grouses.

Normally you would be all for making fun of Lysa Fleur, who you hold personally more responsible than anyone else for things going to hell on 16-Psyche. On the other hand, apart from Naomi Heim being captured, things turned out pretty well for you. Mecha can be fixed, losses can be avenged, but forcing General Fairchild to eat crow and give you a space-fortress is forever. Gratitude isn't what holds you back, though, it's watching how she fights.

You expect her to swing the ends like short flails, but no, she surprises you. She casts one foot forward, the other nearly lifting off the ground as one hand slackens its grip on the rope and the other casts it forward. With a precision no thrown knife can match, the weight soars directly through the air and smashes a gourd. As lightly as a gazelle, her posture shifts the other way, and with a casual flick of her other wrist she reverses it. For a moment, the rope is stretched to its full extent, resembling a staff three or four times the grl's own height as it hisses through the air towards one of the highest-placed gourds and smashes it, pulp raining down. Lysa brings her hands together near the center of her chest, elbows out, turning her body just enough to precisely draw the rope back towards her a certain distance during its arc, whipping it through a third gourd and barely avoiding the pole.

It turns out those first gourds were a warmup, her pace increasing exponentially. The weights at the ends of the rope are a blur, and for the closer gourds she has enough slack in the rope to strike with both ends simultaneously. Her movements are beautiful, dance-like, and as both a fighter and a pilot you shut out the maid's chatter and just...watch. She's too young for your tastes, and there are many reasons you dislike her, good reasons, but seeing her dance with the hammers is like watching a ballet. An intricate dance, and as the sun makes the white rope gleam like golden fire it's easy to forget the speed of those heavy metal fruits traversing the ends. Eventually, the idol stands in a circle of shattered vegetables, slowing the pace and gradually winding the ropes back around her arms with the motion. As casually as a child walking while skipping rope, she turns around...and her eyes meet yours.

[Continued]

>>981827
prepare to dodge in 3..2..1

Wonder how well she'll do once we master Void style and can throw trees and giant boulders at her

>>981856

I think I once promised there would be no Newtype bullshit in this quest or something.

I never once promised there wouldn't be kung-fu manga bullshit.

>>981856
nah. we will muon ken her flying projectile and the shockwave of the thing exploding will travel up the rope and shatter her bones.