>>2439558
>Nah, you can handle it after you've landed.

>>2439558
>>Sure thing. Better to get this done early.
Oh hell yes!

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>>2439558
>Hey, everyone! I just thought about reviving an old quest! Hope you enjoy it!
You son of a bitch

>>2439558
>Nah, you can handle it after you've landed.

>>2439558
>Nah, you can handle it after you've landed.

>>2439558
>Nah, you can handle it after you've landed.

>>2439558
>Sure thing. Better to get this done early.

>>2439558
>Nah, you can handle it after you've landed.
Janice is my waifu!

>>2439558
>>Nah, you can handle it after you've landed.
I bet this time we are the little girl, I mean Witch.

>>2439670
>Commander
Also why is she in the Navy?

Anyone have that Mangafag SWQ comic of the girls riding on the shoulders of the MCs while making stupid plane noises?

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>>2439558
"Don't worry, I can handle it after we've landed!" You say cheerfully.

"All right." The attendant nods respectfully as she shuffles off to her seat.

The plane rumbles slightly from the turbulence and you glance out at the window again, and immediately see the most recent construction.

The Colorado Springs Spaceport was the first operational commercial orbital launch facility in the United States. However, rather than the rocket launches like they used in the old days, the CSC in fact used a massive railgun to propel payloads into orbit, not unlike the gigantic mass driver the Martians used to launch landing pods towards Earth during the Martian War.

You watch as the long track continues onwards, arcing upwards as it rides up the side of one of Colorado's many high mountains, pointing straight towards the sky and space beyond.

And that was your destination.

You brace as the plane lands at the adjacent airstrip, and once it finally touches down, you shift over to the aisle seat and open up your bags, revealing the pair of prosthetic legs Sokolov made for you. You swear, the crazy old man kept making them even more complex and intricate every time he sent them back from servicing. Thankfully, the procedure to put them on hadn't changed, and you simply slip the the legs on to your thigh stumps. Focusing a bit of magical energy was enough to power them up, similar to a striker unit.

With that, you pull yourself up to your feet, giving yourself a few seconds to adjust to your sudden increase in height before making your way to the ramp.

And the moment you disembark, the fist thing you see is...

>The Air Force suits.
>A few witches you don't immediately recognize.
>...Mom?!?!
>Other

>>2439558
...do i need to read the archive to understand what going on?

>>2439791
>...Mom?!?!

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>>2439793
Well, I'm trying to write this as a standalone story so archive binging isn't strictly necessary.

>>2439791
>...Mom?!?!
Janice is still bestest Witch

>>2439791
>...Mom?!?!

>>2439791
>...Mom?!?!

>>2439791
>The Air Force suits.

>>2439793
Yes, all hundred threads or however many there were.

>>2439777
>>2439785
Thanks, anon!

>>2439791
>>...Mom?!?!

So what are our prosthetics like? Asymmetrical like asymmetrical socks, foot shaped with toes, or articulated boots?

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>>2439791
"LAIKA!" Mom says happily as she charges you with a speed even you can't match, wrapping you up in an ironclad hug.

"M-mom!" You croak. Even after all these years living with her, you could still never get used Mom's hugs as her chest threatens to smother you. "W-what are you doing here?!"

"Well, it wouldn't be very motherly of me not to see one of my daughters off on her big day!" Janice answers cheerfully.

"B-but this was supposed to be classified!" You groan.

"Come on, Laika, you know nobody can keep a secret from your mother." Dad laughs as he walks up as well. Unlike with Mom, the years did have their effect on him. His wrinkles were beginning to form on his face, and traces of white hairs were beginning to pop up on his head. Still, he seemed just as active as ever.

"And it sounds like you're not happy to see us!" Mom pouts at you.

"It's not that, I was just surprised!" You say defensively as you pat Mom on the shoulder to reminder her to let go. "Like I said, this was supposed to be secret!"

"It's ONLY a top secret space fighter the Air Force is developing." Janice rolls her eyes. "I've only had to go through two contacts to figure it out."

You just groan. Mom certain did like abusing her power as a Matron when it came to keeping tabs on you all.

"Anyways, dear, where's Tarin and Red? I thought they'd be here, too?" Mom turns to Dad.

"Looks like they're running late." Dad sighs.

"Red, right?"

"Definitely Red." Dad confirms.

Meanwhile, you can see a cluster of Air Force and NASA suits standing a ways back, an obvious look of resigned frustration on their faces as the watch Mom coddle you. They'd like to keep things moving along, but what could they do against a Matron like Mom?

>I really, REALLY have to get going now.
>I guess I can stay a bit longer to see them.
>Other

>>2439982
>I guess I can stay a bit longer to see them.

>>2439982
>I guess I can stay a bit longer to see them.

>>2439982
>I really, REALLY have to get going now.

>>2439982
>I guess I can stay a bit longer to see them.

>>2439982
>I really, REALLY have to get going now.

>>2439982
>I really, REALLY have to get going now.

>>2439982
>I really, REALLY have to get going now.

>>2439982
>>I really, REALLY have to get going now.

>>2439982
>I really, REALLY have to get going now.
Let's not give higher-ups the finger for once

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>>2439982
"Sorry, Mom, I'd REALLY love to stay." You say as you kiss her on the cheek. "But I REALLY gotta be going. We can't delay the launch, you know!"

"I understand." Mom sighs.

"Go get 'em, Laika." Dad gives you a thumbs up.

"I will!" You say as you dash off towards the Suits, your legs clanking as you go.

"Commander Pierce." One of the NASA Suits says.

"Captain Pierce." One of the Air Force Suits snipes back.

Oh great, were they really going to get into this NOW, of all times? You knew the plane you were flying was a joint Air Force/NASA project, but the suits were always bickering like kids whenever they had the chance.

>Commander
>Captain
>Fuck this, I got a plane to fly.
>Other

>>2440165
>Fuck this, I got a plane to fly.

>>2440165
>Fuck this, I got a plane to fly.
Gotta PILOT!

>>2440165
>Commander

>>2440165
>Captain-Commander
>Fuck this, I got a plane to fly

>>2440165
>>Fuck this, I got a plane to fly.
>>Other
How about you guys decide on it and call me after the test flight?

>>2440165
>>Fuck this, I got a plane to fly.

>>2440165
>>Fuck this, I got a plane to fly.

I hope our space flightsuit isn't a leotard.

>>2440165
>Commander

>>2440231
I hope it’s a string bikini

>>2440165
>Fuck this, I got a plane to fly.

LORD COMMANDER for all we care.

>>2440231
Don't worry, it'll be a nice suit made from next gen materials maybe a bodysuit

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>>2440165
You just roll your eyes and stride past the Suits. You were here to fly planes and by god you were going to fly one! The suits are left sputtering and scrambling to chase after, much to your amusement. Considering you were practically one of a kind, all of the military personnel basically worked around YOUR schedule. It was a nice feeling, honestly.

"A-Anyways, Commander, the XSF-1 has already been loaded into the shuttle and is prepped for launch." One of the NASA Suits explains, trying to keep pace with you.

"We haven't had the chance to fine tune the settings, though, Captain." One of the Air Force Suits adds.

"Don't worry, I can handle it all in flight." You smile as you tap the little metallic implant at the base of your skull.

At this point, you've reached the changing room, and one poisonous glare at the Suits reminds them to keep their distance as you go in, quickly stripping off of your clothes and donning a spacesuit. It was a bit heavier and more sophisticated than a normal flightsuit, but it had to be since it had to be rated to protect you from the vacuum of space, not just the cold air of the high atmosphere.

"U-um, excuse me."

You look up to see a young man, already wearing an spacesuit. From the looks of the patches, he was NASA.

Normally, you would have chased him out, but you were pretty much already fully suited up, so there wasn't much point in doing so.

"Yes? Can I help you with something?" You ask.

"N-no, it's nothing, I'm just the shuttle pilot." The astronaut stammers. "I just... wanted to come see my first passenger."

>That's great, but you really need to get moving.
>Aw, that's so cute~!
>Waitaminute they assigned a newbie to you?
>Other

>>2440300
>Waitaminute they assigned a newbie to you?

>>2440300
>Aw, that's so cute~!
>>Waitaminute they assigned a newbie to you?

>>2440300
>Waitaminute they assigned a newbie to you?

>>2440300
>>Aw, that's so cute~!

>>2440300
>>Aw, that's so cute~!

But let's not /ss/ him.

>>2440300
>>Aw, that's so cute~!
>>Waitaminute they assigned a newbie to you?

>>2440300
>Waitaminute they assigned a newbie to you?

>>2440364
>/ss/
How old are we again?

>>2440386
Cake territory

>>2440364
Of course not! We /ss/ Morgan~
>>2440386
Late thirties

>>2440401

You and every other single witch ever, right? Haha!

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>>2440300
"Waitaminute, they assigned a newbie to this flight?" You blink in surprise.

"I'm not a newbie!" The astronaut groans. "I have over six hundred hours in the sims and I've done four launches with inert payloads. It's just.. .this is the first time I've carried something that's manned."

"Hmmmm, all right." You shrug, deciding to take his word for it now. "So I assume you know who I am."

"Commander Laika Pierce." He nods. "You've tested practically everything we've put into orbit in the past two decades."

"That's right!" You wink. "And you are...?"

"Oh!" The astronaut fumbles around as he salutes. "Flight Officer Jimmy Armstrong!"

"Armstrong?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Just a coincidence. No relation to the other one." Jimmy sighs, apparently used to having to explain this.

"Heh, okay." You grin wryly.

"A-anyways, there's always something I always wanted to know." Jimmy gulps.

"Well, go ahead then." You say as you stand up, helmet in hand.

"Well, what's it like having..."

>A VDNI?
>Artificial legs?
>Such a huge flight record?
>Other

>>2440452
>>Such a huge flight record?

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>>2440452
>Artificial legs?

>>2440452
>>A VDNI?

>>2440452
>Such a huge flight record?
It's kickass!

>>2440452
>>A VDNI?

>Artificial legs?

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>>2440452
Looks like we've got a split vote, so we'll just have to a runoff voet!

>VDNI
>Flight record.

>>2440452
>>Such a huge flight record?

>>2440537
>Flight record.

>>2440537
>>VDNI

>>2440537
>>Flight record.

>>2440537
>VDNI

>>2440537
>>Flight record.

>>2440537
>VDNI

>>2440537
>>Flight record.

>>2440452
>Other
>Tits?

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>>2440537
"What's it like having such a huge flight record?" Has asks eagerly.

"Ha, well, it definitely never dull!" You nod as you start pacing towards the launch ramp. Jimmy walks alongside you.

"I mean, I keep hearing a lot of stories, like how you were testing the prototypes for the launch shuttles, and ended up tearing the wings off because you tried to do a barrel roll on reentry."

"Hey." You huff. "I was told it was rated for that level of G-force! If anything, I found a critical structural defect in the design!"

"And that time you made a Fenrir spontaneously combust in flight and you had to land it into a lake put the fire out."

"Bad fuel line." You sigh.

"Or that time you were piloting an experimental Wyvern for low level flight, but the engines went out and you had to glide it through a canyon to safety-"

"I get it, Jimmy." You sigh. "Not my fault the planes the eggheads build can't keep up with me!"

"Well, let's just hope this one can, then." Jimmy nods as you finally reach the shuttle. "Well, this is where we part ways. I'll see you up in orbit!"

"I'm counting on you to get me up there." You grin as you enter the shuttle's cargo hold.

Inside, you find the XSF-1, or the Experimental Space Fighter, which the eggheads dubbed the "Raven". A next generation fighter designed solely to operate in the vacuum of space in case any Martian or similar extraterrestrial threats slipped past the numerous orbital defenses set up by the US and the UN. There were plans to eventually develop fighters that could operate both in space and in atmosphere, but the best the Raven could do was glide at this moment.

You briefly slide a hand along the smooth hull of the Raven, noting its sleek lines and angular wings before opening up the cockpit and hopping in.

Immediately, the Visual Direct Neural Interface implant at the back of your neck starts to tingle as it senses a compatible plane. Before, you had to insert a physical dataport into your implant in order to connect to the plane. One of the drawbacks of prototype and first generation VDNI implants. Thankfully, the third generation model that you're outfitted with was completely wireless.

You settle back in your seat and close your eyes, willing your VDNI to establish connection to the Raven. You gasp as your senses meld with the plane's, your mind and its operation system becoming one. Immediately, you noticed 396 deficiencies in the operating system and the control settings, which you go about correcting automatically.

"Commander, we're ready to launch." Jimmy's voice buzzes inside your head. "Are you ready to go?"

"Go ahead." You nod, still poring through menus.

(cont)

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>>2440718
The plane suddenly lurches as the Colorado Springs mass driver powers up, propelling the shuttle forward faster and faster. Since you were inside the shuttle's bay, not even your VDNI-enhanced senses could see what was happening, but you had a good idea already. There's a brief sense of weightlessness as the shuttle clears the launch ramp, and then the crushing G-force hits as the shuttle climbs higher and higher. You grit your teeth, as you not only feel the pressure on your body, but the entire Raven as well.

Finally, a second feeling of weightlessness arrives. You were here. In space.

"Opening the bay doors." Jimmy says. "Good luck, Commander."

Above you, the roof cracks open as the cargo hold doors swing out, granting you a view of a sea of starts above a blue planet. Your sensors tell you there's no obstacles, so you throttle up, your vectored thrusters pushing the Raven out and away from the shuttle.

"Raven-1, this is Freedom Star Control, we've got you on our scopes." Your assigned flight controller for this test announces. "Please proceed on the assigned path."

Your head buzzes as data is shot directly to your datalink, and you see a green line materialize in front of you, shooting past a number of other satellites and orbital facilities before reaching your destination.

>Better stick to the route.
>You've got plenty of fuel. Take a scenic route!
>Other

>>2440728
>Better stick to the route.

>>2440728
>Better stick to the route.

>>2440728
>Better stick to the route.

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>>2440728
>>Better stick to the route.

>>2440728
>>You've got plenty of fuel. Take a scenic route!

>>2440728
>>Better stick to the route.

>>2440728
>You've got plenty of fuel. Take a scenic route!

>>2440728
>Better stick to the route.

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>>2440728
You decide to stick to the proscribed route for now, having your Raven follow the green line, which was largely straight, though you had to make a few micromaneuvers. You suppose it was to avoid the Chinese and Russian satellites that were sure to be watching, seeing what sort of intel they could glean.

And up ahead, you could see the Freedom Star, the lynchpin of American orbital defense. Not only was it the central control hub for the Satellite Laser Anti-Martian System network stationed above the US, but it also could drop three companies worth of US Marines anywhere on the planet within an hour.

Of course, that last fact wasn't not popular among a lot of countries, and the UN always kept a close watch on it to ensure that such a capability only be used to counteract alien landings as originally intended.

Either way, as you get closer to the Freedom Star, your ears tingle as a new radio message comes in.

"Raven-1, you are not in the testing zone." The controller announces. "Please proceed with your assigned tasks."

All right, here was where the real fun began!

>Docking test.
>Weapons test.
>Maneuvering test.
>Other

>>2440823
>Maneuvering test.
Barrel Rolls!

>>2440823
>Maneuvering test.

>>2440823
>Maneuvering test.

>>2440823
>Maneuvering test.

Thank god that this isn't capable of completely stopping in 0 gravity from high speeds. The g forces would be insane.

>>2440823
>>Weapons test.
Looks like the trips are back to normal those chocolate bastards.

>>2440823
>Maneuvering test.

>>2440823
>>Maneuvering test.

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>>2440823
Well, the main focus was on the Raven's maneuvering capability. Not only to see just how well this thing could turn in space, but also how fast the thing could go, as well. Unfortunately, this thing guzzled fuel like no tomorrow, so you had be careful with your time before having to dock with the Freedom Star for resupply.

>Let's see how well this thing can turn. Maybe spook a few stations while you're at it!
>Time to GO FAST. See how quickly you can pull an orbit in this thing!
>Other

>>2440917
>>Time to GO FAST. See how quickly you can pull an orbit in this thing!

>>2440917
>>Let's see how well this thing can turn. Maybe spook a few stations while you're at it!

Technically, since there's no air resistance, we could in theory head in one direction AND spin at the same time, even flying and shooting backwards.

>>2440917
>Time to GO FAST. See how quickly you can pull an orbit in this thing!

>>2440917
>Time to GO FAST. See how quickly you can pull an orbit in this thing!

>>2440917
>Let's see how well this thing can turn. Maybe spook a few stations while you're at it!

>>2440917
>>Let's see how well this thing can turn. Maybe spook a few stations while you're at it!

>>2440917
>Let's see how well this thing can turn. Maybe spook a few stations while you're at it!

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>>2440917
You make a quick diagnostic on on your main and retro thrusters. The retros were especially important since those were how you were going to be able to actually maneuver in an environment that had no air or gravity.

Once all the thrusters showed green, you double check your datalink and radar, which were meticulously tracking every satellite on this side of the planet. As you viewed the overall tactical picture, you wonder who needed a little more excitement in their day.

>The orbital ARMDs. Poor guys probably don't have much to do while on duty.
>The International Space Station. Maybe they can take a few glamour shots as you pass by.
>One of the Chinese research stations. Give 'em a real scare.
>Other

>>2441018
>The International Space Station. Maybe they can take a few glamour shots as you pass by.

>>2441018
>>One of the Chinese research stations. Give 'em a real scare.

>>2441018
>>The orbital ARMDs. Poor guys probably don't have much to do while on duty.
>>The International Space Station. Maybe they can take a few glamour shots as you pass by.

>>2441018
>>The orbital ARMDs. Poor guys probably don't have much to do while on duty.

Nothing like seeing a beautiful woman after spending god knows how long in a metal tube.

>>2441018
>>The orbital ARMDs. Poor guys probably don't have much to do while on duty.

>>2441018
>>The International Space Station. Maybe they can take a few glamour shots as you pass by.

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>>2441018
You manual control your vectored thrusters, nosing your Raven towards a battery of UN ARMDs. The big, blocky space stations were essentially just orbital nuclear missile batteries. The first line defense against any extraterrestrial threat.

However, due to safety regulations regarding nukes, the ARMDs couldn't be automated or controlled via remote, and required a live crew to complete the final firing procedure.

You decided to give those poor guys something interesting to look at as you come in from on high, swoop past their command modules. With a few more mental commands, and your Raven starts looping around the ARMDs in miniature orbits, literally flying circles around them. Through the Raven's cameras, you could easily see into the windows, and were amused to see surprised crewmen practically dropping what they were doing. Good thing there wasn't any gravity.

You then see strobe lights flashing furiously from the hulls of the ARMDs. Morse signals warning you to wave off. Ah, just like old times. With a giggle, you flip your Raven around and boost away back towards the Freedom Star.

"Raven-1, you do know who the UN complains to every time you do that?" The controller asks, exasperated.

"Ah, it's not like anybody's getting hurt!" You laugh.

"Anyways..." The controller sighs. "Please confirm your fuel status. Our data here says you're at 50%."

"It's 52%, plus reserves." You tell him.

"All right, then you should dock and-" However the transmission cuts off.

"Uh, Control?" You ask nervously as you draw nearer to the station.

"Raven-1, we've just received word that a Chinese surveillance satellite has suffered catastrophic failure. Sensor data is calculating that Freedom Star will be in the path of the debris as its orbit decays."

Well, shit. that didn't sound good.

"So is it still safe to dock?" You wonder.

"For now, yes. We're trying to get clearance from the UN to intercept the debris with SLAMS, but they're dragging their feet. If worst comes to worst, we can perform an emergency burn maneuver."

Huh, well, something about this seemed fishy. The instincts instilled into you by Arty and Auntie Tarin were putting a hole in your stomach.

>Whatever happens, you'll need a full tank. Better dock first.
>No time to dock, you can intercept that debris on your own.
>Other

>>2441131
>>No time to dock, you can intercept that debris on your own.

>>2441131
>>No time to dock, you can intercept that debris on your own.

>>2441131
>Whatever happens, you'll need a full tank. Better dock first.

>>2441131
>>No time to dock, you can intercept that debris on your own.

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>>2441131
"Don't worry! I got things!" You say cheerfully as you light up your thrusters. You feel the G-forces push you back as the Raven boosts forward, past the Freedom star and towards the debris, now flagged on radar.

"Raven-1, what you doing?" The controller asks, caught off guard.

"Don't need to ask for the UN's permission for me, right?" You chuckle as you settle into an intercept course.

Man, still felt so weird not to feel the wind blowing across your hull.

Finally, the debris comes into weapon range. Now, your Raven didn't have its full armament mounted since this was a test flight. However, you had a small self defense load. Merely the built in cannons and a pair of missiles in internal bays.

Or you could go for the REALLY COOL option and just nudge the debris out of the line of fire.

>Use guns.
>Use missiles.
>Nudge it.
>Other

>>2441183
>>Use guns.

>>2441183
>>Use missiles.

>>2441183
>>Use guns.

>>2441183
>>Nudge it.

>>2441183
>Nudge it.

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>>2441183
Heh, you'll just use your guns. It was a pretty simple target to go for, and you light up your targeting computer to track the target, a large, cylinder shaped satellite that was tumbling out of control, smaller pieces flying off of it as it goes.

However, the moment you settle your guns over it, the cylinder explodes, splitting into four pieces.

"Damnit!" You curse to nobody in particular. You take a quick snapshot with your cannons, shredding one of the smaller pieces to ribbons. You fire off your two missile as well, using your datalink to manually guide them to two more targets, blowing them apart.

The fourth one continues hurtling towards the Freedom Star. You check you plane status again and grimace. Fuel reserves were dangerously low now. A hard turn to chase the debris was going to burn off pretty much all of it, but it would be the only hope you had to catch up to it...

>The SLAMS networks should be able to handle things from here, right?
>Can't take the risk. Make the turn.
>Other

>>2441242
>Can't take the risk. Make the turn.

>>2441242
>The SLAMS networks should be able to handle things from here, right?

>>2441242
>>The SLAMS networks should be able to handle things from here, right?

>>2441242
>>Can't take the risk. Make the turn.

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>>2441242
Hmmm, looks like we're tied up here so we'll have to roll it off!

1. Leave
2. Turn

>>2441242
>>Can't take the risk. Make the turn.

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>>2441288
You unfortunately can't afford to make the turn. Not if you still wanted any fuel for reentry.

"Thanks for the assistance, Raven-1." The controller speaks up. "SLAMS managed to intercept that last piece of debris. We're all green here."

"Yeah, well, I not exactly green." You sigh as you check your fuel meter. It was very low now. "I may have to do a reentry landing."

"Copy that. Can you make it Edwards?" He asks.

"I... I think I should be able to." You nod as you make the necessary micro adjustments. "Should be down there soon."

"Good to hear. We'll keep you on our scopes." The controller replies.

"Thanks." You nod.

Well, it was going to take a while until your controlled descent would get you into the atmosphere. The Raven already had a comprehensive comm suite on it. Maybe you could give your family a call?

>Call Mom and Dad and tell them what a good job you did.
>Call Misono and see what she's up to.
>Tell Sokolov your new VDNI implant is working like a charm.
>Other

>>2441303
>>Call Mom and Dad and tell them what a good job you did.

>>2441303
>Call Misono and see what she's up to.

Too bad we can't contact our other siblings

>>2441303
>>Call Mom and Dad and tell them what a good job you did.

>>2441303
>Call Misono and see what she's up to.

>>2441303
>>>Call Mom and Dad and tell them what a good job you did.

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>>2441303
Welp, we got another tie here. Time for another roll off!

1. Mom and Dad
2. Misono

>>2441303
>Tell Sokolov your new VDNI implant is working like a charm.

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>>2440718
>which the eggheads dubbed the "Raven"
>Raven
>not Black Stallion
Next you'll tell me nobody in this universe was able to convince the Air Force to convert a B-52 to carry assloads of guided missiles and or solid state lasers!

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>>2441332
You hit up comms, hoping that Mom and Dad would pick up their phones. While Dad was quick to catch on how to operate a cell phone, Mom was still hopelessly lost on how to even use it.

"Laika? What's wrong?" Dad's familiar voice hums in your head like a warm breeze.

"Oh, nothing really, I just saved the day by blowing up some stuff!" You say happily.

"This was all part of the test, right...?" Mom asks with concern.

"Nope!" You laugh. "Completely unscripted! But don't worry, everything's fine!"

"Oh Laika..." Mom groans. "Can you behave yourself even once when you're flying?"

"But that would be boooooring." You roll your eyes. "Besides, that means I'm coming back down to Earth a bit sooner than expected! How about we meet up at Edwards and get lunch somewhere?"

"Laika." Dad tuts. "We're still in Colorado. How are we even going to get there-"

"Oh, don't worry about it dear, I'l take care of it!" Mom says a bit too quickly and confidently.

"Do I even want to know?" Dad asks warily.

"Haha, see you soon!" You chuckle. "I'm entering the atmosphere now so I gotta cut comms!"

"Good luck." Dad says.

"See you soon!" Mom chimes.

You switch off your comms right as you feel a burning sensation throughout your hull as the Raven pierces through the upper atmosphere. Feeling begins to come back to your skin as air starts slamming into the Raven's fuselage, heating up the surface from pure friction. Your body begins to sweat from the neural feedback, your brain fooled into thinking the temperature was actually rising as the Raven hurtles back down to Earth.

Then the turbulence hits, and the entire craft begins to rattle and shake wildly. You grit your teeth and bear with it.

You double check your flight path and note that your descent would take you over the Pacific Ocean if you wanted to land at Edwards. Unfortunately, that meant flying dangerously close to Chinese airspace. However, you should be high enough that they would have anything to-

Your eyes catch a flash of movement and you immediately swivel the onboard cameras around. To your rear, you could see two black, diamond shaped objects approaching you FAST. Looks like they were being rocket boosted to reach your speed and altitude.

Weird, there was no radar return, either. Stealth tech?

This wasn't good. Given your course and the amount of fuel you had left, you couldn't afford to make any maneuvers if you wanted any hope of reaching the West Coast, much less Edwards. The normal course of action would be to go full speed and hope you can just outrun the bogies.

Then again, you could try to engage these bogies and emergency land in Japan. Not exactly ideal, since Japan would certainly want to impound the Raven to see what they could learn from it before being pressured to return it, but it beat getting blown to smithereens or ditching in the ocean.

>Go full throttle. You need to outrun these things.
>Try to engage them. You can't let them get on your tail.
>Other

>>2441352
>Go full throttle. You need to outrun these things.

>>2441352
>>Go full throttle. You need to outrun these things.

>>2441352
>>Go full throttle. You need to outrun these things.

Time for some ludicrous speed.

>>2441352
>>Go full throttle. You need to outrun these things.

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>>2441352
Damn, you couldn't afford to stick around and pick a fight. Still keeping one of your cameras dedicated to tracking the bogies. you dump the last of your fuel reserves into your engines and pick up speed. Sure enough, your call was the right one, as the rocket boosters propelling the two unidentified craft sputter out and they begin to fall behind.

And that's when you witness something surprising. The two black diamonds open up to reveal witches in what could only be a set of extremely high tech strikers and you see blue flashes, the telltale sign of magically powered weapons fire.

At this speed, you can't maneuver without risking tearing your plane to pieces and can only sit still and pray that the blue tracers flying past you don't find their marks. You feel a sting as a bullet punches through the tailfin, but the damage was only superficial.

Finally, you're out of Chinese airspace and over Japan, the Raven rocketing at near hypersonic speeds. The two witches finally break off, probably out of fuel or not willing to proceed over Japan. You finally breathe a sigh of relief.

It's only a few minutes later that you manage to land at Edwards Air Force base. You close your VDNI link and hobble out of the still smoking Raven as biohazard crews rush forward to hose the craft down.

And that's when you're greeted by two familiar faces.

"Yo! Laika!" Auntie Red smiles and waves as she approaches.

And right behind her, you see Auntie Tarin, quiet as ever.

"Auntie Red! Auntie Tarin!" You laugh as you start shrugging off your heavy and oppressive spacesuit. Seriously, you hated that damn thing.

"Jeez, don't call me that. Makes me feel old." Red groans.

"You're not old, just middle age." Tarin points out.

"NOT HELPING." Red grumbles.

"Heheh, well it's good to see you two here!" You chuckle. "I guess Mom redirected you here?"

"Yeah, we were close by anyways." Tarin nods and then glares at Red. "Except somebody got distracted on the way over."

"Hey, I saw a really narrow canyon I wanted to fly through." Red says defensively.

Tarin just shakes her head and turns back to you.

"So we heard you ran into some trouble during reentry?"

>Yeah, a couple of really weird witches tried to jump me.
>Eh, that's something that can wait for a debriefing.
>Other

>>2441386
>Yeah, a couple of really weird witches tried to jump me.

>>2441386
>Eh, that's something that can wait for a debriefing.

>>2441386
>Yeah, a couple of really weird witches tried to jump me.

>>2441386
>>Yeah, a couple of really weird witches tried to jump me.

>>2441386
>>Yeah, a couple of really weird witches tried to jump me.

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>>2441386
"Yeah." You frown. "A couple of weird witches tried to jump me while I was over China. They were rocking some strikers that I'd never really seen before, too."

"That's... concerning." Tarin frowns.

"Aw, we can worry about that later!" Red laughs as she waves at Mom and Dad, who had just come out from a recently landed plan. "How about we all go out together for once? Just like old times"!

"All right, but I'm picking the venue this time." Tarin says grimly.

"What? You got a problem with the places I pick?" Red gasps, acting offended.

"I'd rather we get through without a near death experience of some kind." Tarin shakes her head.

"LAIKA!" Mom rushes in and picks up in another bear hug. "Thank goodness you're all right!"

"Mooooooom!" You croak as your artificial legs kick back and forth helplessly. "I'm okay, really!"

"Hey, Red." Dad grins as he fist bumps her. "Tarin, good to see you."

"Sir." Tarin nods.

"Good to see ya too, Cap!" Red chortles.

"I'm not a captain anymore..." Dad gives a resigned sigh.

"Well, we still have our private plane ready and waiting!" Mom says as she motions to the very fancy and sleek looking private jet she and Dad had landed in. "How about we go find whatever is our fancy?"

"Shouldn't Laika get debriefed first?" Dad asks with concern.

"Ah, don't worry, they'll have to pull all the flight data out of the plane to confirm whatever I say, anyways." You shrug. "I can afford to bail for a day or two."

"Then it's settled." Mom nods with an eager, almost hungry smile. "Family night!"

"Can I fly?" You ask.

"No." Everybody says all at once.

"Awwwwwww..." You whine.

>And that's it for tonight! I hope you enjoyed this little April Fool's special! Don't forget Macross on Friday and Frontier Knight on Saturday!

>>2441386
>>Yeah, a couple of really weird witches tried to jump me.

>>2441432
Thanks for running Merc.

>>2441432
See you next time!

>>2441018
>Chimera

Wow... Missed the run by minutes will keep an eye out