The car rumbles through what appears to be a not-so-great neighborhood. Through the tinted window you spy graffiti and boarded-up windows covering the tenements.

“I know what you’re thinking,” the driver of the car speaks up. “And yes, this is the borough where our offices are…” She sighs, slowing down as the car approaches an old office building. “The Informer fell on hard times recently. Had to move locations.”

“This the place?” You raise an eyebrow as the car comes to a stop.

“Yep. Follow me.” She gets out of the car, as do you. Looking back, you see Tom’s truck less than a block away. He parks it and kills the headlights.

The two of you enter the building, making your way through the lobby. An older man with a mustache and coke-bottle glasses smiles at the two of you. “Evening, Laura.” He speaks with an Imperial accent.

“Hey Vlad.” She nods at him. The two of you then walk toward a stairwell, and to your surprise she takes the stairs leading down to the basement.

“Strange place for an office,” you mutter to yourself.

Laura looks back at you with a smirk. “Well, even among the staff of the Informer, Chris isn’t exactly the most popular with management.”

You frown as the both of you reach the bottom of the stairs. This Laura girl has sharp ears, you’ll give her that. She leads you down a hallway to a door with a frosted glass window.

“Eh, Chris,” she says loudly as she knocks on the door. “We’re here.”

The door opens quickly and you are face to face with Chris Robinson. He smiles, opening the door wide enough to let you in. “Good to finally meet you in person, Captain.”

>”Likewise.” (begin the interview)
>”Why send a driver to pick me up if you were just going to interview me at your office? I could’ve come here myself.”
>Write-in.

>>2158827
>>”Why send a driver to pick me up if you were just going to interview me at your office? I could’ve come here myself.”

>>2158827
Second >>2158885

>>2158827
>”Why send a driver to pick me up if you were just going to interview me at your office? I could’ve come here myself.”

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You cross your arms. “Why did you send a driver if you were just going to conduct the interview at your office? I could’ve driven if you gave me the address.”

Robinson raises an eyebrow. “Ah, I wasn’t aware you had your own vehicle.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I just figured that you wouldn’t want to walk through a neighborhood like this, especially alone…” He shrugs. “Call me paranoid, but this part of town isn’t what it used to be…” He gestures to a comfortable-looking chair across from his desk. “But please, come in and sit down.”

You nod, entering his office. It is small, likely a former maintenance room or broom closet. His desk is piled high with papers and files, and the filing cabinets in the back look ancient. A ceiling fan spins slowly above you. As you sit down in the chair, you realize that it looks more comfortable than it is.

Robinson sits across from you, then looks over your shoulder. “Thanks, Laura. You can head out if you like.” As you look over your shoulder, you see Laura shrug and close the door. Turning back to Robinson, you see him pull out a pad of paper and a pencil. “So, Allen Starwind…” He writes something down. “War hero turned spacer.”

You shrug. “I wouldn’t really call myself a hero or anything. I just survived the War, same as anyone else.”

“Right,” he nods. “I was a bit surprised that I was able to catch you.” He raises an eyebrow. “Usually spacers don’t spend much time in one place…” He trails off expectantly.

>”I’m conducting some business ventures locally. Boring stuff mostly.” (lie)
>”You just caught me at the right time.” (evasive)
>”My ship is being refitted. Those things take time.”
>Write-in.

>>2158995
>>”My ship is being refitted. Those things take time.”

>>2158995
>>”My ship is being refitted. Those things take time.”

>>2158995
My ship is being refitted. Those things take time.

>>2158995
>”My ship is being refitted. Those things take time.”

>>2158995
Concerning regarding his qualities as a reporter if something like that wasn't already known to him.

>>2158995
>”My ship is being refitted. Those things take time.”

Either he knows and it's to see if we lie, or he doesn't know and we can ask why not.

>>2158995
>”My ship is being refitted. Those things take time.”

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“My ship is being refitted,” you say. “Those things take time.”

Robinson raises an eyebrow at you, then nods slowly. “That they do… From what I understand modifying a ship is usually cheaper than buying a different one.”

You nod. “It tends to be that way. Plus most freighters are military surplus, so they were built to last.” You shrug. “Some privately-owned starships are over a hundred years old.” You think back to when Blackheart described her old vessel. “Of course, the older a ship is, the higher the possibility of serious issues arising.”

“Makes sense,” Robinson nods. “So it’d be smart for any spacer to have a knowledgeable mechanic on speed-dial?”

“Ideally you’d want to keep a skilled mechanic aboard.” You cross your arms. “Sometimes you’re far from home when things break. Most of my crew have some mechanical skills, but without my chief engineer we’d have been doomed several times over.”

“I see.” The reporter writes something down on his notepad. “And what about self-defense? I understand that some spacers fly around with everything from a handgun to small mercenary compliments.”

You frown. “Well, violence is always an issue when you regularly go out to the fringes of society. Carrying a weapon for self-defense is necessary sometimes.” Crossing your arms, you continue. “Taking a compliment of mercenaries with you almost makes it seem like you’re looking for trouble though. Sometimes the best defense is keeping one’s head down and being aware.” You quickly correct yourself. “Of course, with piracy on the rise in the frontiers, it makes sense to have ship-to-ship weaponry.”

“Makes sense,” Robinson remarks. “And speaking of the fringes of society, a lot of people tend to think that spacers regularly cross paths, and even do business, with criminals and pirates. Some even think freelance spacers should conform to Guild regulations and have marshals aboard to ensure everything’s on the level. What do you think of that?” He leans forward, a serious expression on his face.

>”I think it’s a bunch of alarmist nonsense.”
>”There are certainly some sketchy folks in spacer, but there are sketchy folks everywhere.”
>”It seems like a logistical nightmare.”
>”There really should be more regulation.”
>Write-in.

>>2161067
There are certainly sketchy folks in space, but then again there are sketchy folks everywhere.

It also sounds like a well intentioned regulation that would end doing more harm than good. Not only would it be logistical nightmare for the authorities, it would also place burden on the honest spacers and intrude on their privacy, and despite all that it would hardly deter a determined criminal.

>>2161067
>Write-in.
Should all reporters be forced to disclose all their contacts and sources, where they are at all times, and have goverment and public censors because in the past, unethical journalists have acted as propagandists and in some cases spies?

How would you expect to even pay for having a "political commissar" on board every ship? Would it come out of the taxpayers pockets, or only the crews and captains? Its already rough living close to bankruptcy for many. If it did come out of their paychecks, it'd likey cause more desperate people who can't make ends met to resort to desperate choices.

No Mr. Robinson, I believe that has got to be the most idiotic idea I've every heard of any bureaucrat come up with, and that's not even getting into how it would be implemented and concerns of abuse of the system.

>>2161122
This, plus mention that between corporations, the empire and earth, and struggling space communities that there are major players interested in a economic and regulatory grey area. Plus trying to regulate everything is essentially fighting thermodynamics as humanity spreads."

>>2161067
> Makes about as much sense as having Political Commissars present for every interview.

can we combine all of our write-ins, since most of us choose that option?

You frown. “Well… There are sketchy folks in space…” You cross your arms, leaning back. “But there are plenty of sketchy folks everywhere really. And while I can imagine these proposed regulations come from good intentions… I just don’t see it working.” You sigh. “The logistical nightmare of trying to regulate every spacer wouldn’t be very effective, and it’d just incur unnecessary costs on both freelance spacers, and whoever was regulating them. And then you run into the problem of deciding who regulates the spacers. There are plenty of freelancers who aren’t from the Federation.” You shake your head. “Honestly, it’d be akin to having a political commissar aboard at all times.”

“Very true,” Robinson nods. “It’s certainly good to get a spacer’s opinion on the issue.” He writes some more things down on his notepad.

You nod. “And furthermore, most freelance spacers are freelance specifically because they don’t want to work under an organization. Having someone regulate us would kind of take away any incentive to be freelance in the first place…”

“That’s one theory,” Robinson nods. “A colleague of mine recently ran an editorial suggesting that the policy makers pushing these regulations might be in the pockets of the Offworld Transit Union.”

You shrug. “Wouldn’t surprise me one bit."

Robinson raises an eyebrow, writing more down on his notepad. “I take it you don’t have the most pleasant opinion of the Union?”

>”They’re old money. The Union is constantly trying to make things harder for freelancers.”
>”Honestly, they haven’t done anything to me personally. I still don’t trust any single company with that much money and power.”
>”They’re just a product of the times. If it wasn’t them, it’d be some other megacorporation.”
>Write-in.

>>2161358
>>”Honestly, they haven’t done anything to me personally. I still don’t trust any single company with that much money and power.”
But
>”They’re just a product of the times. If it wasn’t them, it’d be some other megacorporation.”
Think about if they control the space lanes, they control everyone. Every nation, every planet. They dictate where goods flow too and from and the economy entire. Makes them THE power.

>>2161358
>”Honestly, they haven’t done anything to me personally. I still don’t trust any single company with that much money and power. Besides, they're a monopolistic body with a mostly financial outlook; I refuse to believe they're so incompetent that they wouldn't try and pocket every suit they could, and acquire everything they could under a 'safety' label. I'll believe the company line when they don't have horrific incident rates related to their liners falling apart from a lack of maintenance funds."

>>2161358
>”Honestly, they haven’t done anything to me personally. I still don’t trust any single company with that much money and power.”

>"Whether or not ill intent is there, it's the nature of monolithic organizations to slowly lose control. There's an old term for it, regulatory capture. There has to be the freedom for some people to work outside the system so that innovation can continue, and to keep the system invested in being a better option instead of the only option."

>>2161358
>They’re just a product of the times. If it wasn’t them, it’d be some other megacorporation.
It's the nature of business, and people. When you have a good thing going you try to hang on to it. And if that means lobbying for a monopoly then you do so.

New thread!! I'm sorry, I didn't notice. Are you running tomorrow? I'll check more frequently, I promise!

>>2161358
>”Honestly, they haven’t done anything to me personally. I still don’t trust any single company with that much money and power.”

>>2162018
Unfortunately because of work, there isn't going to be a run today, but I'll be running on Friday evening.

>>2162694
Did you ever decide on a time for today?

>>2167914
My bad. Session will be in three hours or so.

You lean back. “Honestly, they haven’t done anything to me personally.” Crossing your arms, you continue. “Still, I don’t trust any one corporation with that much power.”

“Understandable,” Robinson nods. “Some have accused the Trading Union of trying to have a monopoly.” He writes some more things down, flipping the page in his notebook. “You say they’ve never given you any trouble, would you say that’s normal for independent spacers?”

“I wouldn’t know,” you reply. “I haven’t heard of the Union trying to put pressure on freelancers, but I also don’t communicate too much with other spacers.”

“Any reason for that?”

You shrug. “Not really. Most spacers keep to themselves unless they’re actively working together.”

“I see…” He raises an eyebrow at you. “Now I know you probably don’t want to talk about these sort of things, but I’d like to get your opinion on the Empire. You’ve been to some of their worlds, right?”

>”They’re friendly, for the most part.”
>”Some of their military commanders are paranoid of Federals. Especially veterans with service records like mine.”
>”Well I’ve only been to their major trading centers, so I can’t comment too much on the Empire as a whole.”
>Write-in.

>>2168782
>>”Well I’ve only been to their major trading centers, so I can’t comment too much on the Empire as a whole.”
but
>”They’re friendly, for the most part.”
barring
>”Some of their military commanders are paranoid of Federals. Especially veterans with service records like mine.”


So a lot like home from what I have seen, but again I ain;t seen much.

>>2168782
>”Well I’ve only been to their major trading centers, so I can’t comment too much on the Empire as a whole.”

>>2168782
>They really like adidas tracksuits and vodka
Uh, I mean
>”Well I’ve only been to their major trading centers, so I can’t comment too much on the Empire as a whole.”
We haven't really immersed ourselves. And
>Their society seems a little more structured but you get all sorts, just like here.
I don't want to pick the paranoid military one because that could be seen to imply that isn't the case in the federation

>>2168782
>well I’ve only been to some of their trading centers, so I can’t comment much on empire as a whole.

>I’m not gonna give you a lecture on political and social differences between them, federation and Mars either. As far as I’m concerned, main thing is that they let independents to do business in their space in peace.

>Maybe you’d expect that I’d be more bitter towards them, with the war and all. But I can’t really bring myself to not see individuals I meet with as people with their own lives rather than faceless members of an enemy tribe.
Although that’s not to say that such line of thought is unheard of, be it among their ranks, or feds.
In wartime, such shorthands are often encouraged. In peace, they can become an exploitable weakness.

You shrug. “I’ve only been to their major trading ports, so I can’t comment on the Empire as a whole.” Rubbing the back of your neck, you continue. “The places I have visited had influences from all over the galaxy.”

“That makes sense,” Robinson nods. “So you don’t have any ill will toward the Empire, despite your military career?”

“The War’s over,” you reply. “It’s not like hating the Imperials can change anything that’s already happened.”

“Fair enough.” Robinson leans back, seemingly mulling over your answer, before writing something down. “You’re surprisingly forgiving, considering your service record.”

You sigh. “The Imperials are people, same as you and me…” You think back to right after the War ended, when you spent some time in the Empire. “I didn’t always think that way. During the War, and immediately after, I wanted to hate them all, and I did. But when I spent some time among them, that all changed. The Imperials aren’t a single entity, they’re individuals, families...”

“You know, I was a combat reporter,” he says out of the blue.

“I had heard that.” You nod slowly.

Robinson frowns. “On Titan, that’s where I was first assigned, we went in with the Marines during the initial landings…” He grimaces. “It was a bloodbath, you know. Seventy percent of the initial landing force was killed.”

You cross your arms. “Yeah, I know.”

He continues. “It was the first time I had ever seen anyone get shot. It… It changes you.” His eyes narrow and he looks right at you. “I have one last question for you, Captain…”

You nod. “Go ahead.”

He sighs, closing his notebook and setting it aside. “Pallus, Firebase Oliver North, the night of November 16, 2353.” He leans closer. “There was an operation, during the Imperial attack on the base. Tell me about it.”

>”This interview is over.”
>”It was a routine air-support op. Nothing much to tell.” (lie)
>”… Fine.”

>>2169069
>>”This interview is over.”

>>2169069
>>”This interview is over.”

>>2169069
Uh, I thought we knew more about this but it just says
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1701234/#p1701859
>NSO wants you to conduct an attack run on a target of a… Political nature…
And some more stuff about the base here http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1274832/#p1280046
I don't know if we gain anything by telling the story but chances are it was just more distasteful shit that was happening all over the place.
>”This interview is over.”

>>2169069
>"Sorry, but I won't speak of it, for my and others sake, even if it deserves to be spoken of."

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You stand up. “This interview is over.” Turning, you go for the door, opening it quickly and taking a step out into the hallway.

“You can’t run from the truth forever, Starwind.” Robinson speaks authoritatively, but you glance back and see that he hasn’t left his chair. “Eventually these things catch up to you.”

“They haven’t yet,” you reply as you leave.

A few minutes later, you are sitting in the truck with Tom. “That interview took a strange turn fast,” he says with a grimace. “Still, at least my worst-case scenario didn’t happen…” He shifts the truck into first gear and takes off.

You sigh, reaching under your shirt and removing the hidden microphone setup. “Here, this is yours.”

“Just sit it on the floor for now.” He doesn’t take his eyes off the road as you make your way back to the hotel. “So, Pallus…”

“It’s nothing.” You rub your eyes. “Let’s just get home.”

“Right,” he nods and lights a cigarette.

It isn’t long before you return to the hotel. Tom stays downstairs, apparently wanting to do some work on the truck. You head up toward your room, feeling ready for sleep.

“Something wrong?” A familiar voice catches your attention. You see Cynthia standing by the door to her room, wearing cargo pants and an old band t-shirt instead of her normal coveralls. She raises an eyebrow.

“Oh, hey Cynthia.” You nod at her.

“Allen, you look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.” She crosses her arms. “Something go wrong with that interview?”

>”It’s nothing.”
>”The reporter had ulterior motives behind his questions. I wasn’t going to play his game.”
>”He asked about a combat operation that I don’t like talking about…”
>Write-in.

>>2169327
>>”The reporter had ulterior motives behind his questions. I wasn’t going to play his game.”

>>2169327
>”The reporter had ulterior motives behind his questions. I wasn’t going to play his game.”

>>2169327
>>”The reporter had ulterior motives behind his questions. I wasn’t going to play his game.”

>>2169327
>”He asked about a combat operation that I don’t like talking about…”
>"I... I could use a headpat... But wash that grease off your hands first."

“The reporter had an ulterior motive,” you say. “And I wasn’t about to play his game.”

“Really?” She leans against the wall. “What would a reporter have to gain from writing a hit piece about our captain?”

“I…” You frown. “I don’t think he was planning on putting what he was after in the article… It’s like he was personally invested in some of his questions.”

“I’ve never been a fan of news reporters,” she huffs.

You shrug. “Most of them aren’t bad. Some just have agendas that run counter to merely telling the news.”

“Like I said, I don’t like the press. Seems like they all have an agenda anymore.” She sighs.

“Maybe,” you half-agree. Thinking back to when you were taken back to Earth, after the whole Abraxis incident, you remember the way the news reacted. Some called you a hero, some a coward… Some even tried to claim you were part of some conspiracy.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Cynthia leans forward, raising an eyebrow. “You’ve got that distant, soul-searchy look in your eyes again.”

You chuckle. “I was just thinking about something.”

She leans against the wall again, looking out at the city. You look out there as well. This whole neighborhood smells like diesel and rust. You hear various metal-on-metal sounds as Tom works on the truck down below.

>Tell Cynthia goodnight and head to your room. You’re spent.
>”It seems like something’s on your mind. Anything you want to talk about?”
>”The reporter asked about something specific about my military days. Something I don’t like talking about. Well, more like something I’ve always avoided talking about…” (tell her about the operation)
>”So how are things coming with the ship’s refurbishment?”
>Write-in.

I'm gonna call it here for tonight. Have to go to work. I'll probably do a short session tomorrow night, and one on Sunday night as well. No run on Monday though, since that's Christmas.

>>2169767
>>”The reporter asked about something specific about my military days. Something I don’t like talking about. Well, more like something I’ve always avoided talking about…” (tell her about the operation)

>>2169767
>>”The reporter asked about something specific about my military days. Something I don’t like talking about. Well, more like something I’ve always avoided talking about…” (tell her about the operation)

>>2169767
>”The reporter asked about something specific about my military days. Something I don’t like talking about. Well, more like something I’ve always avoided talking about…” (tell her about the operation)

>>2169767
>>”The reporter asked about something specific about my military days. Something I don’t like talking about. Well, more like something I’ve always avoided talking about…” (tell her about the operation)

>>2169767
>”The reporter asked about something specific about my military days. Something I don’t like talking about. Well, more like something I’ve always avoided talking about…” (tell her about the operation)
I'm curious now. Also maybe it would have been nice to give that reporter guy some closure or whatever.
Thanks for running!
>No run on Monday though, since that's Christmas.
Oh like you have anything better to do.

>>2169767
>”The reporter asked about something specific about my military days. Something I don’t like talking about. Well, more like something I’ve always avoided talking about…” (tell her about the operation)


I also support sending a message to the reporter

> If you want to reminisce as fellow survivors that's one thing. But to come after it as a reporter and demand anseers is another. I hope you find closure if that's what you need, but don't contact me again. Maybe next time you won't start off by being dishonest and someone will be able to trust you. Hopefully they won't be wrong to do so.

Make it clear WHY we refused to speak with him about it.

This too >>2170482
His colleague did mention that he was an odd duck, maybe we can help him.

“The reporter asked something specific,” you begin reluctantly. “Something about my military service that I don’t like talking about… Something I’ve never spoken about since it happened.”

Cynthia nods slowly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You sigh. “It’s probably for the best that I do.” You cross your arms and look away. “It was during the early days of the War. Back when I was a ground-attack pilot stationed on Pallus.”

----

“So what do you think NSO wants us to do?” Your wingmate, Guerra, looks at you with a dark expression. You all walk through the armored tunnel leading to the airstrip.

“Castro said we’d be briefed further when we got to the tarmac.” Commander Braggs shuts that line of conversation down without even looking back at you both. Artillery shakes the tunnel, making the lights flicker.

“Don’t worry, Danny.” You look over at Guerra with a reassuring nod. “Whatever they’ve got for us, it’s something important. Might help us get some breathing room.” You speak quietly, making sure you aren’t overheard by Braggs.

The three of you arrive on the tarmac to find four craft you’ve never seen before. They’re slick, painted black. You all approach them as the ground crews finish fueling them up and preparing them for flight.

“Whoa,” you hear Guerra say. “Are these our new craft?”

You cross your arms, looking around the airfield. There aren’t any other unfamiliar craft here. “It would seem so.” As you get closer, you notice something even more curious. “Wait… Are these things two-seaters?”

“That would be correct, Lieutenant.” An unfamiliar voice speaks from behind you. Turning around, you see…

>An older man, at least forty, with cruel, sharp features and cold eyes.
>A girl who doesn’t even look like she’s out of high school. She’s wearing dark sunglasses and smoking a cigarette.
>A short, balding, pudgy man with glasses.

>>2175609
Aaah, so tempting to vote for bully loli...
But I don't think she's right for this quest. So the beaurocrat or the agency man.
>An older man, at least forty, with cruel, sharp features and cold eyes.
Well, I assume they are the ones running the operation, not a new copilot or something.

>>2175609
>>A girl who doesn’t even look like she’s out of high school. She’s wearing dark sunglasses and smoking a cigarette.

>>2175609
>>A short, balding, pudgy man with glasses.

>>2175609
>>A girl who doesn’t even look like she’s out of high school. She’s wearing dark sunglasses and smoking a cigarette.

>>2175609
>an older man, at least forty, with cruel, sharp features and cold eyes

>>2175609
>A girl who doesn’t even look like she’s out of high school. She’s wearing dark sunglasses and smoking a cigarette.
A loli is so out there for this quest that I just have to see where Zap is going.

>>2175609
>A girl who doesn’t even look like she’s out of high school. She’s wearing dark sunglasses and smoking a cigarette.
If she lives, she is a potential contact over the guy who looks like he'll throw us under the bus for getting coffee on his shirt.

>>2176233
Reasoning like this is why I don’t like it when OP gives us control over things protagonist could have no power to decide.

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>>2176233
>If she lives, she is a potential contact over the guy who looks like he'll throw us under the bus for getting coffee on his shirt.
You shouldn't judge a book by its cover, anon. Session in three hours.

You look over your shoulder to see three people. The one who spoke steps forward. She looks like she’s probably still in high school, though her demeanor is that of an experienced soldier. She’s smoking what looks like a hand-rolled cigarette (at least you think it’s a regular cigarette, the smoke doesn’t smell like weed), and wearing dark sunglesses. Bragg is the first to speak as the trio approach you all. They’re all wearing unfamiliar, and uncannily clean, flight suits.

“Am I to assume you are our new co-pilots?”

“We are going to fill that role, yes.” One of the others, a short, bald man with glasses, speaks next. “Though, we’re also acting as combat advisors for the duration of our stay here on the base. We are also going to brief you on the finer details of this mission.”

Guerra leans in and whispers in your ear. “I don’t like this, man. These three have to be spooks.”

You nod. “Makes sense.” However, you shut up as the girl approaches you. She finishes her cigarette, dropping it on the ground and extending a hand.

“Good evening, Lieutenant Starwind,” she begins as you shake her hand. “My name is Rose Patton. I’m assigned to be your co-pilot.” She removes the sunglasses, squinting at you, then at your new bird.

You frown. “I don’t think I heard a rank, Miss Patton.”

Patton nods. “That’s classified. Just know it’s above yours and we won’t have any problems.”

You frown. “Understood.” However, before you can say anything else, the apparent leader of the trio speaks up.

“Let’s mount up and get these craft airborne. We’re on a tight schedule.” You all move to the strange aircraft without protest. As you hop in the pilot’s seat, you notice that the control setup is strikingly similar to your old bird, save for some new instrumentation. However, you look over and notice a machine pistol sitting in a holster, mounted to the bulkhead next to you. Strange, every pilot carries a service pistol, why would you need the extra firepower? You shrug, putting your helmet on.

However, your thoughts are interrupted by a voice on the helmet’s radio. “I have taken the liberty of running through the pre-flight checklist. We are ready for takeoff,” your new co-pilot says.

You grumble, turning the engines on. It isn’t long before your entire squadron is circling the base just below cloud-cover. “Alright,” the lead-spook says over the squadron channel. As he speaks, a target-location is plotted into your craft’s GPS, likely by the lead-spook himself. “Our mission is to intercept and destroy an Imperial transport ship before it can land at their main base. However, that is not our sole objective.” There is a pause as you all begin maneuvering to the location in question. “Our primary objective, is ensuring that a specific passenger of the transport is KIA. Under no circumstances can the target be allowed to escape.” There is a click as the transmission cuts out.

Nobody speaks up as your flight continues on its route.

>Remain quiet until your reach the target.
>”So, Patton. Why all this cloak-and-dagger over a single person?”
>Check on Guerra. He’s the newest member of the squadron, if anyone’s likely to slip up out here, it’s him.
>Discuss the mission with Commander Bragg.

>>2184732
>a machine pistol sitting in a holster, mounted to the bulkhead next to you
>why would you need the extra firepower?
Maybe in case the experimental plane starts acting up? Lets see...
>Try to test the performance of this fancy birb while you have the chance
Also I don't know how much time we have but I also want to know why they couldn't just point a standard squardron in the direction of the transport in question instead of coming in here and getting their hands dirty.
>”So, Patton. Why all this cloak-and-dagger over a single person?”
And reassure the new guy. Maybe we can compare notes on the planes.
>Check on Guerra. He’s the newest member of the squadron, if anyone’s likely to slip up out here, it’s him.

maybe the target is highly death resistant, and likes hanging out in vents

>>2184732
>Check on Guerra. He’s the newest member of the squadron, if anyone’s likely to slip up out here, it’s him.
>Discuss the mission with Commander Bragg.

>>2184732
Check on Guerra. He’s the newest member of the squadron, if anyone’s likely to slip up out here, it’s him.