>>2302340

>[] Whichever you want, makes no difference.

COOL LIKE LUKE'S HAND

>>2302340
>[x] Whichever you want, makes no difference.
Both sound like fun to me.

>>2302340
>[] Whichever you want, makes no difference.

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>>2302340
>[] Whichever you want, makes no difference.

Play it cool brutha

>>2302340
>[x] Whichever you want, makes no difference.

>>2302340
>[x] I’m fine with that.
Best night of the week!

>>2302340
>[x] Whichever you want, makes no difference.

>>2302340
>[x] Whichever you want, makes no difference.

>>2302340
>[] Whichever you want, makes no difference.

>>2302340
>[] Whichever you want, makes no difference.

>>2302340
>[X] I’m fine with that.

>>2302340
>[x] Whichever you want, makes no difference.

>>2302340
>[] I’m fine with that.
Wonder what Frank'll be flying...

>>2302340
>[x] Whichever you want, makes no difference.

>>2302489
XFA-36

>>2302489
Considering Fronk and Merlin are going to Japan to sell them on upgrades to their Wyverns, it's probably a Wyvern.

>>2302340
>[x] Whichever you want, makes no difference.

I wonder if Frank is still flying his Wyvern from the war, or if that's been retired to a museum due to air frame fatigue.

>>2302733
Consider how hard he was on his tomcats pre-war, I can't imagine his war-bird lasted much past the war's end in active service. I hope whatever he's flying still has the noseart though.

>>2302763
>>2302733
>>2302489

Guys, he's probably just going to come in as a Passenger on the Greyhound.

Not flying his own bird.

>>2302846

>They’re coming in tomorrow with the Chance-Vought Greyhound and their fighter.

So is this a one update post tonight?

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[x] Whichever you want, makes no difference.

“Whichever you want, makes no difference.” You say with a shrug.

Stasya nods. “I’ll give you the midway flight, then” She says. “I’m sure dad will want to spend time with you anyway, and I don’t want either you or him getting ideas of getting into a mock fight.”

Tabitha nods. “He would, too. He’s infamous for that kind of thing.”

“I almost beat him, last time.” Anastasia supplies. “Another second and I’ve had had him.”

“Too bad he got you before you got the second.” Stasya says. “I’ve told you, Father can’t be beaten.”

There’s a bit of a silence over the table then- both because you and Kim are too busy eating to talk and the others don’t seem to have much to say. It’s not too surprising- you’re related to them, sure, but you’re not really sure what to talk about. Frank usually asks about your football career- or used to, anyway, when you were playing in high school and for Annapolis. You talked guns, some, with Katya, and Rachel tries pretty hard to be a good ‘mom’ when you’re there, and you appreciate it, but there’s still not much to talk about. Especially not with Tabitha, who’s always kept a bit of distance between you and herself.

The silence stretches out long enough for you to almost finish before Stasya speaks again.

“If you’re doing the midway flight, you’re going to want to get done and rack out soon.” She says. “I’ll get the orders to your squadron CO tonight.”

You nod, finishing the last bite of your steak and emptying your water glass. “Do you want us to submit a flight plan before we rack out tonight or let our element lead know?”

Stasya shakes her head. “That’s up to your CO, but normally your element lead will file it. Go ahead and head down to rack out.”

You nod, indicating to Kim she ought to stand up and walk with you- she does so without any hesitation.

You walk back to the squadron berth in silence- Kim is probably nervous, doubly so because of what she’s said about continuing to fly. You’re not as bothered- you’ve already flown the Fenrir once before, though that in it’s most basic, locked-down mode, just to ferry it to the carrier. Hardly different than flying the advanced jet trainers off of and onto the Coral Sea.

1/2

Kat intercepts you as you enter the squadron berth, her hand on the hatch controls.

“I was just coming to find you.” She says, indicating with her head that you should stay in the passageway. “You’re flying in the morning. I’ll handle the paperwork for you this time, but don’t expect that to happen again. You get yourself in the rack, understood?”

You nod, somewhat dryly noting that the bay is filled with the rest of the witches- Ana is the only one not there, though the two drawn curtains over Billy and Una’s racks indicate that they’re already asleep themselves.

Jess and Becc are both there, though- and Jess is watching you with rapt attention.

“Evening.” you greet, and she nods.

“Flying tomorrow?” She asks.

You nod.

“Crew rest, then?”

You nod again, noting that Kim has already taken the attached head to change in.

Becc’s turned halfway around, not really paying attention- at least not till you start stripping out of the OD green flight suit.

You almost sigh at it- Becc visibly blushed, but didn’t seem able to stop staring.

Fortunately, it doesn’t matter as you fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.

You find yourself in another dream- and it’s not the Baron Samedi visiting you this time, you’re reasonably sure.

[] You’re in an upper class study, one like in your mother’s house.
[] You’re outside the gates of a graveyard, though you don’t feel bothered by that.

>>2303008
[] You’re in an upper class study, one like in your mother’s house.

>>2303008
>[] You’re outside the gates of a graveyard, though you don’t feel bothered by that.

I wonder if this is gonna be a visit from the actual papa legba

>>2303008
>[x] You’re in an upper class study, one like in your mother’s house.

>>2303008
>[x] You’re in an upper class study, one like in your mother’s house.

>>2303008
>[x] You’re in an upper class study, one like in your mother’s house.

>>2303008
You’re outside the gates of a graveyard, though you don’t feel bothered by that.

Wait what happened to asking Kim about the flash drive?

Did we not have time for that?

>>2303008
>[] You’re in an upper class study, one like in your mother’s house.

>>2303008
>[x] You’re outside the gates of a graveyard, though you don’t feel bothered by that.

>>2303008

[x] You’re outside the gates of a graveyard, though you don’t feel bothered by that.

>>2303008
>[] You’re in an upper class study, one like in your mother’s house.

>>2302998
going for three. I feel like I've missed too many posts to not do at least that.

>>2303008
>[X] You’re in an upper class study, one like in your mother’s house.

>>2303008
[] You’re outside the gates of a graveyard, though you don’t feel bothered by that.

>>2303008
>[x] You’re outside the gates of a graveyard, though you don’t feel bothered by that.
Frank is not the only one who misses the cat. My dad gets nostalgic about the last cruise on the Roosevelt.

>>2303008
>[x] You’re outside the gates of a graveyard, though you don’t feel bothered by that.

>>2303008
>[X] You’re outside the gates of a graveyard, though you don’t feel bothered by that.

Keep with the team.

>>2303008
>[X] You’re outside the gates of a graveyard, though you don’t feel bothered by that.

>>2303008
>[X] You’re in an upper class study, one like in your mother’s house.

>>2303008
>[x] You’re outside the gates of a graveyard, though you don’t feel bothered by that.

So, are we visiting our grave or Frank's? [s]or Volgin's empty one?[/i]

>>2303008
>[X] You’re outside the gates of a graveyard, though you don’t feel bothered by that.

>>2303008
>>[X] You’re in an upper class study, one like in your mother’s house.

calling the votes here so I can write this update and get a shower and the bedsheets on before I rack out, haha!

>>2303008
>[] You’re outside the gates of a graveyard, though you don’t feel bothered by that.

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[x] You’re outside the gates of a graveyard, though you don’t feel bothered by that.

You’re outside the gates of a graveyard. It doesn’t bother you- it’s just a graveyard afterall, and you’re not particularly bothered by the concept of mortality, especially not given who your protectors are.

The gates are closed and locked- not that that matters too much. You take a step towards them- and are intercepted by a tall black man in a tuxedo. “That’s not a place for you, boy.” He intones gravely, then cracks a grin. “And you know it.”

You nod, and he motions with the expensive bottle of wine in his hand. “Come, have a drink.”

And just like that, you find yourself seated across from him at a table in a building near the cemetery gates.

“So, I hear you’ve talked to Baron Samedi.” He says, pouring two glasses of wine and pushing one towards you. “So you’ll know then what we want you to do.”

You nod, and he smiles again. “Good, good.”

“Here’s my part of the deal. The man you’re after been defiling graves, looking for something.” He says. “Graves of men and witches your daddy put into the ground. Graves best left alone. You know that’s not something I can allow.”

1/2

You nod again- you understand perfectly.

“He’s going to convince them they can win a war they can’t, but it won’t matter, you understand?” He continues. “What’s coming won’t be like the one your father was in, and they’re going to lean on you more than they did him. Don’t worry about that; as long as you honor our task for you, we’ll give you help.” He grins and takes a sip of his wine. “Probably more than you can handle. Be careful with it.”

“Baron Samedi did warn me about it.” You say, causing the Baron in front of you to nod.

“I’m sure. Your father was careless with his gifts, and nearly snuffed himself out. Baron Samedi was more than happy to make a deal with the pretty little girl that came by to keep him out of his grave.” His grin practically splits his face as he continues. “But I don’t think he expected her to win. You’re more prepared for it, but if you have to bargain with us for your life, you’d better hope whoever comes to do it catches his eye and plays poker just as well.”

“He’s desecrating graves best left alone, boy.” The baron says, suddenly. “And the things he’s digging out of them are going to cause problems. They’re going to create a problem for you, too. Keep that in mind.”

He stands, finishing his wine. “I have to go. Baron La Croix will speak to you next, I’m sure. Keep in mind what we’ve told you, understand?”

You nod- and wake up. Checking your watch, it’s 0330- time for you to get moving.

Pushing back the curtain, you notice Billy and Una are already up- they both look over at you and you can see Una pause and mouth “damn” to herself before Billy nods. “Mornin, Morgan.” He says. “Looking forward to this?”

[] Yeah. Anxious to get in the air for real.
[] Eh. It’s just a job at the end of the day.

>>2303402
>[] Yeah. Anxious to get in the air for real.

>>2303402
>[x] Eh. It’s just a job at the end of the day.

>>2303402
>[x] Yeah. Anxious to get in the air for real.

>>2303402
>[x] Yeah. Anxious to get in the air for real.

FUCK YEAH FLY PLANES.

Only Morgan would be lowercase about it.

>>2303402
>[X] Yeah. Anxious to get in the air for real.

>>2303402
>[x] Yeah. Anxious to get in the air for real.
IT'S TIME TO FLY!
Also, who was that we just talked to?

>>2303402
[x] Yeah. Anxious to get in the air for real.

I find it hard to believe that a Fenrir pilot would go through the effort to get into the position of being a Fenrir pilot and not absolutely love flying.

>>2303402
>[] Yeah. Anxious to get in the air for real.
Did Frank kill any witches during the war?

Iirc he didn't unless they were in the submarine or airfield?

>>2303402
>[x] Yeah. Anxious to get in the air for real.
HA HA HA FLYING TIME!
>>2303424
Baron Cimetière I think

>>2303436
I'm guessing some were in the flying Carrier or Dreadnaughts.

>>2303436
Not outright in the threads air to air at least. We always chose other planes or to not turn them into red paste.

>>2303402
>they’re going to lean on you more than they did him.
They leaned on Frank pretty hard on they realized what he was capable of. This doesn't bode well.
>Your father was careless with his gifts,
Because he didn't have any control over them; don't go blaming that on Frank.

>[] Yeah. Anxious to get in the air for real.
It'll be nice to finally back in the air.

Not super keen on the new divine story aspects, but that's more a matter of personal taste. I kinda liked the 'modern but with magic' aspect back in '89, and adding divinity into the mix changes the stuff Frank did from 'cool stuff he pulled off because he was good' to 'cool stuff he pulled off because he had help'.

>>2303402
[] Eh. It’s just a job at the end of the day.

>>2303402
>[x] Yeah. Anxious to get in the air for real.

>>2303465
Well it was known as a gift/talent. Let's just see how it goes.

>>2303465

I like the vodou stuff going on in the background with two posts, but if it becomes a major focus yeah it could get old.

>>2303564
This, it's cool in the background, but I'd rather it not be a major plot point.

I think it's appropriate for Morgan to be more in tune with his inner Sparkles, but I like that he's been pretty chill about it, which is appropriate for the Loa. It'd be annoying if he made everything about his religion, but that's not what it's about.

>>2303402
>[] Yeah. Anxious to get in the air for real.

>>2303402
>[x] Yeah. Anxious to get in the air for real.

>"The man you’re after been defiling graves, looking for something.” He says. “Graves of men and witches your daddy put into the ground."
This isn't good. I just hope that whoever we're facing isn't literally raising the dead, else we're in for some major shit.

>>2303436
Pretty sure there were witches in the Nosferatus that we shot down after our time at Barin. They also had witches flying support for them that I think we also killed, but I'm not sure.

>>2303402
>[] Eh. It’s just a job at the end of the day.

>>2303465
>>2303564
>>2303594
same

>>2303683

COMMIE. ZOMBIES.

>>2303690
No we shot down the witches, but they landed safely, Frank even remakred he glad they didn't die. (I binged read the old series again, after this started happening)

>>2303402
[] Eh. It’s just a job at the end of the day.
If we just wanted to fly we could have done that at the ranch or something, but this is more an excuse to fly high end aircraft on some one else's dime.

>>2303711
At least we aren't facing nazi zombies... that's over-used.

>>2303727
Oh, well that still leaves the witch co-pilots in the Nosferatus themselves. Unless they ejected?

>>2303730
>but this is more an excuse to fly high end aircraft on some one else's dime.
That some one else is also paying us to fly high end aircraft, doesn't get much better then that

>>2303755
Maybe we should tell our family this was our reason for grabbing the fenrir.

>>2303402
>[X] Yeah. Anxious to get in the air for real.

>>2303402
>[X] Yeah. Anxious to get in the air for real.

Damn skippy we are.

>>2303402

>[] Yeah. Anxious to get in the air for real.

With a side of "Something up? You look like there's something up."

>>2303831
>you can see Una pause and mouth “damn” to herself

Shirtless Morgan causes Women to experience flooding belowdecks. This is a known phenomenon.

>>2303866

Now I just want Morgan to throw on his best "Blank Like A Sheet Of Printer Paper" expression and just drawl

"In-SATIABLE....COCK-Lust"

And do it in such a way that the entire wing experiences collective ladyboner loss.

>>2303402
>[] Yeah. Anxious to get in the air for real.
Come on, there's nothing better than flying.
>>2302677
>inb4 it's the X-49

>>2303402
>[x] Yeah. Anxious to get in the air for real.
It is flight o' clock.

>>2303402
[] Yeah. Anxious to get in the air for real.

>>2303402
>[x] Yeah. Anxious to get in the air for real.

>>2303465
>>2303564
>>2303594
>>2303705
Agreed. Everything we've experienced so far has been limited and deniable, let's keep it like that.

And voting is over!

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[x] Yeah. Anxious to get in the air for real.

You nod, feeling a small smile work it’s way onto your lips. “Yeah,” you respond with a nod. “Anxious to get in the air for real.”

“Ah, the boy can smile!” Una says, her voice quiet enough to not wake up the rest of the witches, but loud enough to carry her meaning. “They’re all doomed.”

Billy laughs. “Kat told you what’s up?”

You nod. “Flight plan’s filed for us, we’re just doing the flyby of midway.”

“Yeah. I’ve done it twice before, the Japs love it. You know why we do this, yeah?”

You nod again. “Midway was considered a turning point in the pacific, and it was the first real joint operation the USN and IJN engaged in during the war. We lost a carrier, they lost two, but they crushed an invasion fleet. We flyby to honor the engagement’s Japanese losses, just like they flyby to honor ours.”

He nods. “Close enough. It’s symbolic, but we make a single, high-speed pass of their field on sand island, then do a break and climb. Easy enough to do, I’ll call the break, we’ll break away from each other and reform at angels ten or so a few dozen miles away.”

You nod- simple enough.

“We’re going unarmed except for base load- with us, that’s a pair of sidewinders and a pair of AMRAAMS. I know you don’t have your weapons systems up with your computer, that’s fine. You’ll still be loaded, you can work on it in the air if you want.”

“But I’d advise against it.” Una states. “It’s easy to screw up and you really kind of want the support cart for that.”

You look back at Kim’s rack. “Is Kim up yet?” The curtain is drawn back over her rack, obscuring it from view, but there’s no sound coming from in there.

“Yeah, she’s in the shower now.” Una says.

“We’re going to head up to the life support shop and get geared up.” Billy says. “Be up there in about.. eh, twenty minutes should be fine.”

“Our birds will be out on the flight deck by the time we get up there.” Una offers. “We’re the first flight of the morning, but we won’t be spotted till we’re ready to go. It’s still a bit wet on deck, so be aware of that.”

“Bring a poncho for your witch, is what she means.” Billy offers.

Una nods. “Yeah, that. Alright, we’re out. See you topside.”

1/2

Kim emerges from the head a few minutes later, already dressed in her ‘warm up’ suit- the OD green track suit the Navy designed for witches, with the pants buttoned down the legs. Designed for easy removal, they’re also rarely worn. You raise an eyebrow at her, and she shrugs.

“Fenrir flight suit requires skin contact.” She says, matter-of-factly. “It’s part of the interface. Can’t wear anything underneath it, and I don’t like handing over my underwear to the life support people.”

It’s fair enough, you suppose- you’re not sure you’d want to hand your underwear off to someone you barely know, either. Of course, the implication is clear enough- though you’re going to let it pass without comment.

Kim actually seems excited- enough so that she hurries you out of the squadron berth and out into the passageway, her tennis shoes sounding out of place on the deck, especially compared to your boots.

[] “Excited Kim?” - try to help her build enthusiasm for flying- maybe she’ll change her mind about not wanting to
[] What happened to not wanting to fly? - tease her, just a little. She earned it.
[] Don’t comment at all – let it pass. No reason to risk saying the wrong thing.

>>2305968
>[X] “Excited Kim?” - try to help her build enthusiasm for flying- maybe she’ll change her mind about not wanting to

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>>2305968
>[x] “Excited Kim?” - try to help her build enthusiasm for flying- maybe she’ll change her mind about not wanting to

>“Ah, the boy can smile!” Una says, her voice quiet enough to not wake up the rest of the witches, but loud enough to carry her meaning. “They’re all doomed.”
Hahaha

>>2305968
>[X] Don’t comment at all – let it pass. No reason to risk saying the wrong thing.
DO, however, wear a smirk the whole way there

>>2305968
>[x] Don’t comment at all – let it pass. No reason to risk saying the wrong thing.

>>2305968
>[x] Don’t comment at all – let it pass. No reason to risk saying the wrong thing.

>>2305968
>[] “Excited Kim?” - try to help her build enthusiasm for flying- maybe she’ll change her mind about not wanting to

>>2305968
>[] Don’t comment at all – let it pass. No reason to risk saying the wrong thing.

>>2305968
>[x] Don't comment at all - let it pass. No reason to risk saying the wrong thing.

Don't wanna scare her off before she has at least one proper flight under her belt.

>>2305968
>[] “Excited Kim?” - try to help her build enthusiasm for flying- maybe she’ll change her mind about not wanting to

>>2305968
>[X] Don’t comment at all – let it pass. No reason to risk saying the wrong thing.

>>2305968
>[] Don’t comment at all – let it pass. No reason to risk saying the wrong thing.

>>2305968
>[] “Excited Kim?” - try to help her build enthusiasm for flying- maybe she’ll change her mind about not wanting to

>>2305968
>[x] Don’t comment at all – let it pass. No reason to risk saying the wrong thing.
A smirk, however, will be completely appropriate I feel.

>>2305968
>[x] Don’t comment at all – let it pass. No reason to risk saying the wrong thing.

>>2305968
>[x] Don’t comment at all – let it pass. No reason to risk saying the wrong thing.

>>2305968
[] “Excited Kim?” - try to help her build enthusiasm for flying- maybe she’ll change her mind about not wanting to

>>2305968
[X] Don’t comment at all – let it pass. No reason to risk saying the wrong thing.
Let's just see how this goes.

>>2305968
>[X] “Excited Kim?” - try to help her build enthusiasm for flying- maybe she’ll change her mind about not wanting to

>>2305968
>[] “Excited Kim?” - try to help her build enthusiasm for flying- maybe she’ll change her mind about not wanting to

>>2305968
>[] “Excited Kim?” - try to help her build enthusiasm for flying- maybe she’ll change her mind about not wanting to
>1903+113
>not wanting to fly

>>2305968
>[] Don’t comment at all – let it pass. No reason to risk saying the wrong thing.
Just keep that smile going so she knows we're excited too

>>2305968
>[] “Excited Kim?” - try to help her build enthusiasm for flying- maybe she’ll change her mind about not wanting to

>>2305968
>[] “Excited Kim?” - try to help her build enthusiasm for flying- maybe she’ll change her mind about not wanting to

Just making sure my ID hasn't changed- Had to hard reset the computer. I guess I could start writing now, I think most of the votes that are gonna come in are already in

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[x] Don’t comment at all – let it pass. No reason to risk saying the wrong thing.

You elect not to comment, though you do favor her with a smile when she looks back to make sure you’re following close behind her- she turns back to making sure she doesn’t run into anything in the passageway as she hurries towards the life support shop.

On arriving, you find Billy and Una have already come and gone, and there’s a second poncho sitting out for Kim, who makes her way to the changing room.

You change into your own flight suit- like hers, yours is fully self-contained, with no need for a separate G-suit or survival vest. Your parachute is still separate, of course- but other than that, all you have to do is grab your helmet.

Your helmet, like Kim’s, is a plain, unadorned navy gray. While personal artwork on them is allowed- even encouraged in a lot of cases, You haven’t had the chance to see to yours- and, even if you had, you’ve got no idea what you’d like to have painted on it.

Kim emerges from the changing room a second after you stuff your helmet in your flight bag, hugging down the cuffs on the long sleeves of the Fenrir’s flight suit she’s wearing. She looks faintly embarrassed at it- again, it’s hard to blame her. You hand her a poncho and she accepts it gratefully, throwing it on quickly.

“Ready?” You ask and she nods, suddenly quiet again. Nerves, you think, motioning for her to lead the way.

She walks more slowly now, up through the passageway and out into the chilly night air. Even now, the deck is loud- you can hear the sounds of the crews moving aircraft up from the hangar and the thudding of rotors as the plane guard helicopter spools up. Papa Legba is already on the deck, parked near the island, while Billy and Una have already begun their startup procedures- you can see their navigation lights blinking and the rising whine of their paired turbines.

Kim walks a little slower across the deck as you greet the crew near the nosegear, fitting the breakaway link to the nosewheel and getting your take-off weight for the catapult crew. You start your walk-around only to be greeted by your chief, up on deck with a cup of coffee in his hand.

1/2

“Morning, Eltee.” He says, ‘saluting’ you with the coffee.

“Morning, Chief.” You return. “How are we looking?”

“Everything’s 100% ready to go except the weapons systems. You’ll have basics if you get in trouble, but no BVR yet, unless you can get that worked up in flight. We loaded a pair of AMRAAMS and a pair of sidewinders anyway, and your guns are topped off.”

You nod- you’re not expecting trouble, but it’s still not decent for a fighter to go anywhere unarmed. He looks over as Billy starts rolling towards the catapult. “Better go get mounted up, eltee.” He says, turning back towards the island. “I’ll watch from up there.”

You turn as he does, heading up the ladder and making your way into the cockpit, getting strapped in before pulling on your helmet and hitting the VDNI toggle.

“How do we look?” Kim greets you, sounding distracted.

“Clean and ready to go.” You respond, feeling her starting up your own jet engines, the high-pitched whine beginning to transition into the roaring scream as they hit their start point and take in fuel. “Billy and Una are rolling.”

“I know. We’re good to roll now, Reactor online, sensors online, all systems nominal. Closing us up now.” She says, closing the canopy down over you and her own armored plug hatch over herself. Your ears pop as the cockpit pressurizes, though you don’t notice, instead following the deck marshal as he directs you onto the port side catapult.

You can sense the catapult crew as they do their jobs, fitting the tow bar down into the catapult skid and setting the breakaway link before scuttling away. The shooter, watching them, gives you the signal to run your turbines up and you do so, feeling the power deep in your chest as they roar into full throated life, afterburners cracking on. You hold it for a few seconds, as Billy and Una go in a cloud of steam, their purple jet plumes a hundred fifty feet long behind them.

The shooter sends you five seconds later, and the sudden Gees slam you back into your ejection seat. You’ve got complete control of the aircraft, and you watch your airspeed climb upwards as you launch off the deck, you gear coming up almost as soon as you’re off and climbing with a roll to bleed some of the excess energy.

“Diamond one-two away.” You announce, confirming you’ve cleared the carrier and you’re in powered, controlled flight.

“Form up on me at angels thirty, heading two-five-five.” Billy orders as you continue your climb. “We’ll go high for the flight in, and drop to cherubs five or ten for the flyby.”

“Two.” You respond- a good wingman never says anything he doesn’t need to, that much was hammered in in advanced flight.

“How’s it feel?” Una asks- half to you, half to Kim, you’re sure.

[] It’s not what I expected.
[] So far, so good.
[] Something else? (Write-in)

>>2308770
>[] So far, so good.

>>2308770
>[x] So far, so good.

>>2308770
>[X] So far, so good.

>>2308770
>[] So far, so good.

>>2308770
>[x] So far, so good.

>>2308770
>[X] So far, so good.

>>2308770
>[] So far, so good.

>>2308770
>[x] So far, so good.

>>2308770
>[x] So far, so good.

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>>2308770
>[] So far, so good.
I wonder if we could do pic related with our jets sometime.

>>2308770
>[x] So far, so good.

>>2308770
>[] So far, so good.

>>2308770
>[] So far, so good.
>Actually, scratch that. I love it.

>>2308770
>[X] So far, so good.

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>>2308770
> Reactor online, sensors online, all systems nominal.

Aw yeah baby you know just what I like to hear

>>2308770
[] So far, so good.

>>2308770
>[X] So far, so good

>>2308770
>[] Something else? (Write-in)
"Like being the wind."

>>2308770

>[] Something else? (Write-in)

I FEEL THE NEED. THE NEED FOR SPEED.

>>2308770
This >>2309500

>>2308770
I like this
>>2309500

>>2309500
Too Poetic and prosaic for Morgan DESU

>>2310790
It's simple and descriptive. Just because someone is quiet and professional doesn't mean they can't be poetic from time to time.

Is GoastPost ded? Or is he just trapped in a special kind of hell?

>>2311131
Probably got stuck at work and then proceeded to pass out at home

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>>2311191
Just forgot to can the voting before I was writing!

+++++

[x] So far, so good.

“So far, so good.” You respond simply, quietly reveling in the Fenrir’s flight systems. It’s the same feeling you have right before the buzzer in competition, the same thrill in formation, right before the snap. Adrenaline flooding your system- you’re excited to be doing this. You’re for real flying a fighter jet solo, it’s systems live, and live weapons on your hard points and live ammo in your bins. A smile- a real one- splits your lips then, hidden behind your oxygen mask.

“I’m working on weapons now, Morgan.” Kim notifies you. “Papa- The computer, I mean, learns fast. We should have full functionality by the end of the flight. You’ve got the sidewinders now, I’m working on AMRAAMS and computer assisted queuing.”

You nod- you know she can feel the approval, just like you can feel her excitement and wonder. She’s sealed in an armored capsule in the back- nothing for her back there but a few MFD displays, and even those, she’ll rarely use. But she’s also got full access to the whole range of sensors, and if she wants, you know that she can see through the fighter’s eyes- just like she’s doing now. While the adapter system isn’t the same as being plugged- the image is displayed on the inside of her helmet- it’s as close as she’s going to get if she decides against flying.

But still, buried under the excitement, is the fear, deep and pernicious. There’s something more to it than fear of failure or of simply ‘not wanting to do this’ - something that you doubt she’ll ever say. You let it go- no reason to think about it now.

The sun is starting to rise in the East, behind and to your left, the first orange rays just starting to poke up through the blue-gray of the pacific night. You turn to look at it- it’s gorgeous, you think. Almost as gorgeous as sunrise over the football field or the rifle range.

Almost.

You’re lost in thoughts for what seems like a while before Billy contacts you again.

“We’re coming up on Sand island and Midway. You ought to already be feeling their air-search radar.” He says, his voice coming across pretty naturally sounding, without too many of the pops and the static of a radio. “We’re going to begin descent now. Nice and easy, we’ll keep the flyby subsonic. I ain’t trying to work too hard, here.”

“You’re no fun.” Una cuts in. “Let’s go in fast, give them a real show.”

“Woman, I swear-”

“Let’s let Morgan and Kim pick.” She suggests. “It’s their first flight, afterall.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. What’s the call, Morgan?”

[] Keep the flyby subsonic with a slow descent- it’s easier, safer, and would be more proper as a gesture of respect.
[] Dive and hit the burners! It’s more of a show for the guys on the ground, and the Fenrir is always impressive in full blowers.

>>2311229
>[] Keep the flyby subsonic with a slow descent- it’s easier, safer, and would be more proper as a gesture of respect.


This isn't about us, this is about the fallen. We'll get a chance for the full blowers later.

>>2311229
>[x] Keep the flyby subsonic with a slow descent- it’s easier, safer, and would be more proper as a gesture of respect.

What are we, some kind of lunatic who challenges witches to mock fights over the Pacific?

>>2311229
>[] Keep the flyby subsonic with a slow descent- it’s easier, safer, and would be more proper as a gesture of respect.

>>2311229
>[x] Keep the flyby subsonic with a slow descent- it’s easier, safer, and would be more proper as a gesture of respect.

>>2311229
>[X] Keep the flyby subsonic with a slow descent- it’s easier, safer, and would be more proper as a gesture of respect.

Besides, the Fenrir's plenty impressive even without blowers on.

>>2311229
>[] Keep the flyby subsonic with a slow descent- it’s easier, safer, and would be more proper as a gesture of respect.

>>2311229
>>[x] Keep the flyby subsonic with a slow descent- it’s easier, safer, and would be more proper as a gesture of respect.
Proper respect, as is expected of us.

>>2311229
>[] Dive and hit the burners! It’s more of a show for the guys on the ground, and the Fenrir is always impressive in full blowers.

>>2311229
>[X] Keep the flyby subsonic with a slow descent- it’s easier, safer, and would be more proper as a gesture of respect.
We'll have our chance to show off soon enough.

>>2311229
>[x] Keep the flyby subsonic with a slow descent- it’s easier, safer, and would be more proper as a gesture of respect.

>>2311229
>[] Dive and hit the burners! It’s more of a show for the guys on the ground, and the Fenrir is always impressive in full blowers.

>>2311229
>[x] Dive and hit the burners! It’s more of a show for the guys on the ground, and the Fenrir is always impressive in full blowers.

>>2311229
>[X] Keep the flyby subsonic with a slow descent- it’s easier, safer, and would be more proper as a gesture of respect.

>>2311229
>[x] Keep the flyby subsonic with a slow descent- it’s easier, safer, and would be more proper as a gesture of respect.

>>2311229
>[x] Keep the flyby subsonic with a slow descent- it’s easier, safer, and would be more proper as a gesture of respect.

It's nice to be back in the air. There's no need for craziness just yet

>>2311229
>[x] Keep the flyby subsonic with a slow descent- it’s easier, safer, and would be more proper as a gesture of respect.
Honor to the dead

>>2311229
>[] Keep the flyby subsonic with a slow descent- it’s easier, safer, and would be more proper as a gesture of respect.

>>2311229
>[X] Dive and hit the burners! It’s more of a show for the guys on the ground, and the Fenrir is always impressive in full blowers.

>>2311229
>[] Dive and hit the burners! It’s more of a show for the guys on the ground, and the Fenrir is always impressive in full blowers.
>1950+66
>not hitting the burners
>forgetting how fun it is

>[] Keep the flyby subsonic with a slow descent- it’s easier, safer, and would be more proper as a gesture of respect.

>>2311229
>] Keep the flyby subsonic with a slow descent- it’s easier, safer, and would be more proper as a gesture of respect.

>>2311229
>>[] Keep the flyby subsonic with a slow descent- it’s easier, safer, and would be more proper as a gesture of respect.

>>2311229
>[] Keep the flyby subsonic with a slow descent- it’s easier, safer, and would be more proper as a gesture of respect.

>>2311229
>[] Dive and hit the burners! It’s more of a show for the guys on the ground, and the Fenrir is always impressive in full blowers.

>>2311229
>[] Keep the flyby subsonic with a slow descent- it’s easier, safer, and would be more proper as a gesture of respect.
This is about showing respect, not just a show.

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>>2311229
>[] Keep the flyby subsonic with a slow descent- it’s easier, safer, and would be more proper as a gesture of respect.
This is an official gesture towards the fallen of two nations and our first independent flight without an instructor, the last thing we need is to get a rep for being a jackass.

>>2311229
>[x] Keep the flyby subsonic with a slow descent- it’s easier, safer, and would be more proper as a gesture of respect.

It's for them, not us. We can always open up the throttle after we're done.

>>2311229
>[] Keep the flyby subsonic with a slow descent- it’s easier, safer, and would be more proper as a gesture of respect.

>>2312637
>the last thing we need is to get a rep for being a jackass.
Too late, we're already a pilot.
Shoulda been a PJ like our uncle if we wanted to be a cool guy and not an arrogant prick.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MYLPoTNnKAk

>>2312956
I meant any more than a pilot has to be. We're not an established aviator like Young or Fronk so we have to play it cool for now, we can start being a cocky asshole when we actually get some flight time to back it up.

Ok gents, sorry, dinner ran late. Voting over! haha.

>>2313045

Also important to consider, presumably a big chunk of his life people have presumed Morgan is hot shit or he thinks he's hot shit and acted accordingly, but we are not required to be confined to people's expectations.

>>2313058
Yes, the family legacy will haunt us until we manage to break into our own, if we fuck around here that implies we think we're as good as our dad or better from the get-go, which not only will prove our detractors right, but also possibly get us disciplined, seriously injured or worse in the future.

There's a time for us to actually act in that way and right on our first actual sortie is not that time. Not even close.

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[x] Keep the flyby subsonic with a slow descent- it’s easier, safer, and would be more proper as a gesture of respect.

“We’ll keep it traditional.” You decide quickly. While the Fenrir is very impressive in full blowers, this isn’t about showing off the most advanced fighter in the world, it’s about honoring the men that came before you.

“Good call.” Billy confirms. “Ok, follow me down, keep it nice and easy.”

You start a gentle sloping descent, more closely related to an airliner, you think, than a high performance aerospace fighter. The blue waters of the early morning pacific greet you below, rays of sunlight glinting off the tops of swells.

Somewhere down there, seventy four years ago, sailors and airmen of the world’s two largest navies- once seemingly destined to become the most bitter of enemies- fought a battle against a common foe that cost five thousand lives, hundreds of aircraft, and nearly a dozen ships. At the end of it, The Yorktown, Hiryuu, and Soryuu were all on the bottom, with the Kaga and Akagi crippled, their air groups decimated, and sailing East, towards America's west coast yards for refit and repair for the pacific campaign that would follow. While cooperation back then was far more tenuous than it is now, the two nations have enjoyed a close relationship since then, reinforced by the soviet war. Currently, the only other nation to enjoy as close a relationship to the US is the UK- and even then, the marriage of your aunt Jessica Bishop to the imperial princess Katsumi in the 90s was a major event politically, enough that some people consider the Imperial nation the US’s closest ally.

Sand island, it’s ‘temporary’ base visible as a small town of tents and prefabricated structures standing on the low island, clustered around the war-era concrete runway pops into view, with eastern island, the larger permanent USN base right next to it. Papa Legba draws identification boxes around the groups of Imperial Japanese Marines and airmen who emerge from their tents and quonset huts to watch your two Fenrirs fly past, dipping your wings in salute before breaking away, turning to the north.

“Not bad.” Billy says, leading you back up to your patrol altitude. “They love that kinda thing, ya know?”

“Yeah.” You respond- You’ve only ever seen your aunt Jessica once, and that better than ten years ago, but you know that that kind of thing is a big deal to the Imperial Navy.

“Now it gets less interesting. We’re not headed back to the carrier, but we’re gonna fly a patrol. I’ll let you pick our first point.”

[] Wasn’t there an old Martian receiving facility on Kure? let’s go fly past that.
[] Let’s do a flyby of the fleet and link up with the Chance-Vought guys.
[] Are any of the witches up yet? We could go join on them.

>>2313429
>[] Wasn’t there an old Martian receiving facility on Kure? let’s go fly past that.

>>2313429
>[] Wasn’t there an old Martian receiving facility on Kure? let’s go fly past that.

>>2313429
>fought a battle against a common foe that cost five thousand lives,
Not gonna lie, I completely forgot that WWII was fought against the Martians.

>let’s do a flyby of the fleet

>>2313429
>[x] Wasn’t there an old Martian receiving facility on Kure? let’s go fly past that.

I want to hang out with witches, but I can't pass up a line like that.

>>2313429
>[x] Wasn’t there an old Martian receiving facility on Kure? let’s go fly past that.
Sounds cool

>>2313429
[] Wasn’t there an old Martian receiving facility on Kure? let’s go fly past that.

>>2313429
>[X] Wasn’t there an old Martian receiving facility on Kure? let’s go fly past that.

Let's not skip every chance to learn something new about the Martians in this quest as well

>>2313429
>[x] Wasn’t there an old Martian receiving facility on Kure? let’s go fly past that.
Let's go and take a look. Undoubtedly the facility is in a shambles at this point, but it would be interesting to go take a quick peek at it.

>>2313429

>[x] Wasn’t there an old Martian receiving facility on Kure? let’s go fly past that.

That part with Jessica reminds me. Ghost, did the Bishop family basically become the poster family for the US armed forces post-WWIII? I'd imagine the propaganda machines were churning at full power considering the accomplishments of each individual member once the action died down.

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>>2313429
>[] Wasn’t there an old Martian receiving facility on Kure? let’s go fly past that.

>>2313429
>[x] Wasn’t there an old Martian receiving facility on Kure? let’s go fly past that.

>>2313429
>[X] Wasn’t there an old Martian receiving facility on Kure? let’s go fly past that.

>>2313429
>[] Wasn’t there an old Martian receiving facility on Kure? let’s go fly past that.


>>2313444
It wasn't dwelt on much on '89, and the world is mostly the same as ours despite the existiance of martians and witches, so it's easy to forget. If you really want to confuse yourself, try reading KCQ after SWQ89.

>>2313429
>[] Wasn’t there an old Martian receiving facility on Kure? let’s go fly past that.

>>2313429
>[x] Wasn’t there an old Martian receiving facility on Kure? let’s go fly past that.

>>2313429
>[] Wasn’t there an old Martian receiving facility on Kure? let’s go fly past that.
I am mildly suspicious now.

>>2313429
>[] Wasn’t there an old Martian receiving facility on Kure? let’s go fly past that.
Oi Ghost, did Dos Gringos write their songs in universe?

>>2314182
I'm more wondering if Ace Combat exists in this universe. And if it does, is Morgan familiar with it? And if he is, how hype is he for 7?
How many of Infinity's bullshit event planes does he have?
Does he ever use the iM@s versions of planes?

>>2314209
They'd have two options
>go stupidly over the top with the superweapons
or
>end up with a setting that we'd call realistic
By this universe's standards, a space elevator would be considered almost ordinary.
What's your planefu?

>>2314240
Super Tomcat all day every day. And since Azusa is best idoru, it works out great for me if I feel like flying my disgusting degenerate weeb flag high in a dogfight.

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>>2314209
Better question: Which one is his favourite AC game?

>>2314240
Special place in my heart for the F-15C.

>>2314267
I'll just respond with a question, and a video. Can Morgan into Moonspeak and runes? If he can, then...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Juw9fTvGmHg
Just, not the butchered and awful American version.

>>2313429
>[] Wasn’t there an old Martian receiving facility on Kure? let’s go fly past that.

>>2314267
Personally, I wanted to do the whole Yellow 13 thing. Quiet, loves the sky, prides himself more on not losing wingmates than on kill counts, glad to find a worthy opponent, and plays a mean acoustic guitar.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W2vXEih5vPg

>>2314454
Bonus points if we teach Sam how to harmonica

>>2314480
You mean Kim, right?

>>2314512
Derp. Yeah.

>>2314480
I mean, I don’t know who Sam is, but sure. We can teach him/her how to harmonica.

>>2315822
Pretty sure they were mixing up Kim and her mom, Samantha.

>>2315822
Sam is Merlin IIRC

SHoot guys, I'm sorry. voting over, but I probably won't be able to start writing untill 2100 or so.

Also, work tomorrow, then dinner in Fayetteville with the family, so probably either a late, short closer thread or no closer thread. Not sure yet.

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[x] Wasn’t there an old Martian receiving facility on Kure? let’s go fly past that.

“How about Kure atoll?” You say, turning to follow your flight lead as he banks gently in the direction of the atoll.

“Wanna see the ruins?” Una asks.

“Ruins?” Kim says. “The old Martian facility?”

“Yeah. They’ve been completely abandoned for about twenty years, I guess.” Una responds. “We’ve flown by them a couple times, there’s still some stuff you can ID, like those big transport subs they had, but it’s all rotting away. Good sensor practice, though.”

“It’s still hard to believe they just abandoned all of it.” Billy says. “Like, one day they just decided fuck it, back to the hood. Abandoned everything on the surface, sealed up their cities on the seafloor, and stopped communicating with everyone. The UN’s mars affairs fuckers says the seabed cities are all dead. Blacked out, no power, no nothing.”

“Sounds creepy.” Kim responds- you can feel it in the back of her head, faintly.

“And no one has ever gone in to see.” Una says.

The fifty miles are gone in less than a minute, the tiny island, surrounded by corroding derelicts. The airfield on the island is broken up and becoming overgrown, small sea grasses poking out through the concrete. The few martian buildings are dilapidated, the sea atmosphere eating away their sheet metal walls, while the rusted hulks of two of the big martian supply submarines lay rotting away, beached at some point.

They show up on your sensors, though, predictably, they’re dead- no heat or energy signatures, no movement, no anything.

“It’s creepier than I thought.” Kim mutters to you from the back, shuddering slightly.

[] Nothing creepy in a bunch of dead metal, is there?
[] ...kinda, yeah.

>>2316804
>[] ...kinda, yeah.
>“And no one has ever gone in to see.” Una says.

>inb4 they wake up bigger badder and meaner than before

>>2316832
Yeah, I’m expecting some indoctrinated half-Nork half-Martian or something.

>>2316804
>[] ...kinda, yeah.

>>2316804
[] Nothing creepy in a bunch of dead metal, is there?

>>2316804
>[x] ...kinda, yeah.
Abandoned areas/ghost towns tend to be a bit eerie

>The UN’s mars affairs fuckers says the seabed cities are all dead. Blacked out, no power, no nothing.
Probably just forgot to pay the electrical bill, totally nothing shady about it.

>>2316804
[] ...kinda, yeah.

>>2316804
>[] ...kinda, yeah.

>>2316804
>[x] Nothing creepy in a bunch of dead metal, is there?
Don't be a bunch of superstitious lot.

>>2317051
Where the fuck have you been?
We have LITERALLY hung out with a voodoo god.

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>>2317051
>dont be superstitious

>we've literally talked with a god of the dead.

>>2316804
>[X] Nothing creepy in a bunch of dead metal, is there?

>>2316804
>[X] ...kinda, yeah.

>>2316804
>[] Nothing creepy in a bunch of dead metal, is there?
Now I'm going to say this: He wouldn't find it creepy precisely BECAUSE he's superstitious. He knows that the voodoo shit is real, so why would he be deeply unsettled by it? It's just a thing to him, not something to be feared.

>>2316804
>[] Nothing creepy in a bunch of dead metal, is there?

>The UN’s mars affairs fuckers says the seabed cities are all dead. Blacked out, no power, no nothing.”
Wait, what? When did that happen? The seabed cities were still active in '89. That is creepier to me than some old ruins.

>>2317147
>Yeah. They’ve been completely abandoned for about twenty years, I guess.” Una responds.
Sounds like a few years after WW3

>>2317073
So? Why does that matter? The dead shouldn't be feared, they should just stay dead.

>>2316804
>[X] ...kinda, yeah.

>>2316804
>[x] ...kinda, yeah.

Implications unsettling.

>>2317051
Rather, we should know what's really there, so we shouldn't be scared of it.

>>2316804
>[] ...kinda, yeah.
Abandoned buildings are objectively unnerving.

>>2316804
>[x] Nothing creepy in a bunch of dead metal, is there?

>>2317066
>>2317073
Not really a "god" per se.
The loa are intermediary beings whose power and duties originate from Bondye, a distant creator deity who remains detached from the affairs of mortals.
There's a reason they're often syncretic to certain Catholic saints in Haiti where many Vodouists are also,
and identify as, Roman Catholic (though the Catholic Church of course takes a dim view of this whole thing).

>>2316804
>[] ...kinda, yeah.

>>2317160
Now i am picturing the leaders of the martian cities, after years of deliberating on the event of WW3 and what they should do, ask the great elder No'op for his wisdom that got him through the Martian war.

Apparently they took his advice very seriously.

Hey guys, just got back home, gonna run probably starting here around... eh, 21 EST and try to do at least two posts. Sorry about the lateness of the run there, but I have stuff I gotta knock out around the apartment before the day's out and still gotta make dinner, haha! I'm going to shoot for more, but won't promise them, I've learned my lesson about those! haha.

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[x] ...kinda, yeah.

You track over the abandoned buildings- the ones made of thin sheet metal, storehouses, you guess, maybe visitors houses, are corroding away, the salt air eating the sheets, leaving gaping holes, edged by flaky rust. The two beached hulks lie like dead whales, somehow both organic and not at all, their round edges now holed through and almost decomposing, the salt air having worn holes first in the protective paint, and then into the metal. There’s no power sources down there, no signs of life, no thermal readings worth mentioning- just atmospheric heating of the metal.

It really is kinda creepy, really. It’s almost like they just vanished, one day- left everything where it was and disappeared. As far as you know, that doesn’t just happen- everyone has to go somewhere. Right?

“Yeah,” you say, following Billy as he turns his fighter to the north, putting the dead atoll behind you. “It is kinda creepy.”

“Glad to get away from it.” Kim responds.

You grunt a further agreement, then fall silent, focusing instead on your flying. The computer helps, of course- while even the backup systems are fly by wire, with the main computers active, the Fenrir flies smoothly, but there’s a barely-contained feeling of aggression in it, the feeling that the fighter wants to fight against others like it, to really be pushed to it’s edge. You know the feeling all too well- it’s what’s driven you to compete the way you do, to push yourself as hard as you do. You want to test yourself as much as possible, to discover your limits and push past them.

You fly north for almost half an hour before turning back towards the fleet. You’ve only just hit bingo fuel as the Saratoga rolls into view over the horizon, the Antietam, her escorting Ticonderoga-class cruiser and one of the Burke-class destroyers, the Higgins, both visible nearby as well, separated by a few miles from the carrier each.

You turn outbound again from there, swinging wide around the cruiser, noting how the computer both tracks and does a threat assessment on it while also IDing it as friendly, indicating that it won’t auto select weapons and queue the ship as a target.

1/2

“Kim, are you networked with the fleet?” Una calls over.

“Yeah.” Kim says, keeping the annoyance she feels at the question out of her response. “Not much to see out here. Just the other patrols.”

“Mhmm. Did you just get that odd MAD reading just a second ago sugar? I wanna make sure it wasn’t just us.”

“MAD? Let me check.” Kim says- you can feel everything else disappear for her as she disappears into her sensors, drinking in data like she was born for it, her mind agile as she selects, cross-checks, and references incoming sensor information and checks it against known patterns. “Yeah, there was a weird spike about fifteen seconds ago across the fleet, along with a mass detector reading-”

“Yeah.” Una says as Kim sends the data over to you along with her interpretation of it, though she talks it through with you too.

“See there, that big MAD reading spike at the same time there’s a mass detection reading?” She asks. “They coincide, so they’ve got to be the same thing. But it’s above us and about five hundred miles out.”

“Well, no one’s called us about it.” Billy opines. “And we’re at a little under half tanks. We’ll roll in to land unless we’re told to stay up here. You’ll go first, Morgan.”

“Two.”

You call in for landing clearance- noting that the deep navy blue Wyvern- famous for being Chance-Vought’s in house testbed- and your father’s aircraft- is on deck, parked forward of the island. Their company greyhound is visible as well, also painted in that distinctive navy blue.

“There’s mom.” Kim sighs- she doesn’t sound too pleased.

[] Not looking forward to seeing her?
[] She’s probably anxious to see how you’re doing, Kim.

>>2320673
>[] Not looking forward to seeing her?

>>2320673

[] Not looking forward to seeing her?

>>2320673
>[x] Not looking forward to seeing her?

>>2320673
>[] Not looking forward to seeing her?

>the Higgins
Is Settle still her captian?

>>2320673
[] Not looking forward to seeing her?

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>>2320673
>[X] Not looking forward to seeing her?

>>2320716
If Settle is on there, then so is Hate.

>>2320673
>[] Not looking forward to seeing her?

>>2320673
>[x] Not looking forward to seeing her?

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>>2320673
>[] Not looking forward to seeing her?

Perhaps we can get our buddy a special hoodie when we have free time?

>>2320673

>[x] Not looking forward to seeing her?

>inb4 "what do you know morgan"

I'm actually really pumped to talk to Frank and Merlin. And to scramble with them when that ultra-secret LEO North Korea/Martian aircraft attacks the carrier.

>>2320808
>Mysterious sensor readings
>The Higgins is here
Suddenly I'm not so sure it's the Norks we should be worried about.
Though I'm also looking forward to talking to them. It'll be interesting to see how they've gotten along without our guiding hand.

>>2320673

>[] She’s probably anxious to see how you’re doing, Kim

I just realized something.

Do we have an Imperial Japanese Princess for a cousin? Because remember that while Aunt Jessica married that one Japanese Princess, it's explicitly canon that Witch/Witch pairings can have kids together with the right spells.

>>2320673
>>[] She’s probably anxious to see how you’re doing, Kim

>>2320886
It's canon for Witch/Witches to have kids since when?

Young and her wife adopted.

>>2320673
>[X] Not looking forward to seeing her?

>>2320922
Anon...

>>2320673
>[] Not looking forward to seeing her?

>>2320886
SWQ deviates from Strick Witches cannon proper in several ways, and SWQ89 in turn deviates from SWQ in several ways. "Because it happened in Strick Witches it can happen here" is weak evidence at best. Sorry to burst your bubble.

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[x] Not looking forward to seeing her?

“Not looking forward to seeing her?” You ask as the response from the carrier comes back granting you clearance to land.

“Not really.” Kim admits. “And I’m not looking forward to telling her I don’t really want to fly.”

“You don’t?”

“I don’t think so.” She says, guilt all over her as she does. “I mean, I kinda like it, but I’m not sure I want to do it, not really. I’ll stay on for this cruise, I guess, but I don’t think I’m going to stay with the fleet after this.”

“Mmm.” You respond, focusing instead on the glide path Papa Legba is displaying for you. It’s much easier to bring the massive fighter down with the computer active than it was without it- the computer helps by monitoring your power settings all the way down, and by letting you see the target mark on the carrier’s deck ‘through’ the fighter’s fuselage. It’s not a perfect three wire- you snag wire two- but it’s good enough for you as you lurch to a stop, your aircraft halted by the massive steel cable strung across the deck.

The deck crew hurriedly taxis you to the elevator, where you’re directed to shut down. You do so with some regret- there’s still almost a half tank of fuel in the fighter, surely it’d be better to use that than have to pump it off, but you’re not in charge of the flight.

They chock your wheels as you feel the last few systems begin shutting down as the computer goes into standby- you unplug a second later, suddenly blinking in the dark as the cockpit’s lights come up a bit to help you see again. It’s easy to forget that, while you still see with your own eyes while plugged, you’re still getting enhanced imaging- not only is there light amplification to optimal levels, but there’s also infrared, ultraviolet, and X-ray spectrum camera data being turned into a composite image for you.

1/2

The canopy unseals and cracks open and you reach out to hit the retract button on the console, opening it the rest of the way as the deck crew unlatches the nose ladder for you and Kim. She’s already up out of her armored capsule, making her way across the small section of fuselage it’s ok to walk on to the ladder before descending. She throws on a poncho at the bottom of the ladder, the bottom of it falling down to just past her knees.

You follow her down as you watch a small procession approach from the corner of your eye- the captain’s there, in a duty uniform, walking next to a man in a simple tan flight suit. A shorter woman is on his left side, talking excitedly at the two others.

Of course, you know who they are instantly- Your father and Aunt Samantha. The mother of fighters and the eagle.

They stop as you pull off your helmet and salute the captain- she returns it, a faint smile on her lips. “Hello, Morgan!” Frank greets- he doesn’t salute, but waits till you’ve put your hand down to offer a handshake, from which he quickly pulls you into a back-slapping hug. “Watched your landing. Not bad, sounded like you were too little, though.” He looks over as Kim joins you, mirroring her mother’s position. “Kim! you have to keep him straight up there!”

You shrug. “Computer recommended settings.” You say, after Kim doesn’t respond. “She was busy with some other things.”

He nods, then looks up. “Hey, let’s get off the flight deck.” He suggests. “Pretty loud out here! We can go catch up in the mess!”

“Or my wardroom.” Tabitha offers. “It’d be more private.”

“Ice’s box it is!” Frank says grinning.

You’d hoped he’d skip the lame attempts at humor. You’d have been disappointed, but you expected him not to anyway.

And that's it for the week!

Well, at least till tomorrow, haha!

No real news that I can think of that really needs said, and I'm super beat, so I'm anxious to get to bed, haha! So, as always, I hope you guys had fun, I know I did, and till next time, gents, cheers!

>>2321146
>“Ice’s box it is!” Frank says grinning.
Yeah, that sounds about right. Missed you, Frank.

Thanks for running!

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>>2321140
>“Ice’s box it is!” Frank says grinning.
He's still got it

>>2321146
Good run as always Ghost!

>>2321140

>When the Fronk jokes become dad jokes

>>2321174
They always were dad jokes. We just didnt know it yet.

>>2321224

Truly this is the future we chose

>>2321146
Thanks for runnning!

>>2321146
Thanks for running Ghost! It was fun finally getting into the air. Really digging the cyberpunk-ish vibe with the DNI and computer assistance.

>I’ll stay on for this cruise, I guess, but I don’t think I’m going to stay with the fleet after this
Given the chances the war is going to begin before the end of the cruise, it's going to be fun. Also an interesting contrast with '89 where Merlin was our biggest asset both while flying and on the ground.

>“See there, that big MAD reading spike at the same time there’s a mass detection reading?” She asks. “They coincide, so they’ve got to be the same thing. But it’s above us and about five hundred miles out.”
Sounds like something is brewing up.

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>>2321739
This should totally be our next SO.

>>2321759
I doubt she'd be allowed to get near a striker unit, much less a superfighter on a billion dollar aircraft carrier.

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>>2321810
If they put her with someone who they thought could rein her in Read: Morgan, then it's totally possible. Witch privilege mang.

>>2320738
We could never handle that level of Jackass marine.

Fronk might have been able to, maybe, but we can't

>>2321008
Maverick and one of Young's daughters.

>>2321812
>>2321759

We're not nearly scummy enough for that job.

>>2322212
She's more of a tank witch anyways...
Or...
Can witches into artillery...?

>>2321812
Megumin wasn't actually that bad or insane. She just really likes explosions, but is fairly levelheaded otherwise.

>>2322237
If I remember right, they were historically used as agumented archers, then for augmenting ship cannon. But with the invention of strikers, they were shifted almost exclusivly to them. I believe it was put as something like "IT doesn't matter how powerful your artillery is if it doesn't hit the target.

TL;DR Yes, but strikers make better use of witches, so they don't.
Hooray for over-analyzing silly questions!

>>2322292
I mean, is an M109A6/A7 striker feasible.
Of course this is Striker's 89-verse (which is an offshoot of SWQ), and last I saw on TWQ '89 there was thinking of phasing out tank strikers in favor of using witches to enhance conventional armored vehicles in terms of lethality and survivability.

AFAIK though, could be wrong.

Ok, just to remind people on the Witch/Witch reproduction issue.

Katya's mother is literally the result of such spells. Sanya and Eila used such magic to have a daughter together after the Martian War. This child proved reproductively viable when she gave birth to Katya, who would then go on to bear one of Frank's kids in the epilogue for '89.

So it is perfectly possible for Morgan to have a biological cousin who happens to be an Imperial Japanese Princess.

>>2322489
When did Ghost/Fapangel ever confirm that?

>>2322357
Sure you could, but the amount of military-viable witches is extremely low. Going off the curent US pop and tthe "1 in a quarter million is a witch" there are only some 1300 witches in the US total, and most of them will have aged out.

Hey Ghost, when do witches ago out of useful military service magic-wise? Ice, who's in her late 30's (I think) was "rumored" to not have flown in years, which implies she still could.

>>2322489
I don't think that was ever actually confirmed by Ghost, and Planefag still hasn't finished SWQ (though still says he wants to wrap it up someday), so I'll have to ask for proof that it works in this universe.