Paperwork is the only immutable fact of life.

>[x] Let’s get by admin first, so i can take care of the last of the paperwork there.

Sergeant

>>3259941
>[x] Let’s get by the docs first, so we can get that done before anything else.

>>3259941
>[X] Let’s get by the docs first, so we can get that done before anything else.

Seems like that's more likely to affect any other decisions we make.

>>3259941
>[x] Let’s get by admin first, so i can take care of the last of the paperwork there.

It's time...

>>3259941
>[x] Let’s get by admin first, so i can take care of the last of the paperwork there.
While paperwork is the worst way to start off the day best get it out of the way now. Best night of the week!

>>3259941
>[] Let’s get by admin first, so i can take care of the last of the paperwork there.
Dueling the evil paperwork dragon, the most important thing we need to do right now.

>>3259941
>[X] Let’s get by the docs first, so we can get that done before anything else.
Let's make sure that everything is still together on our end.

>>3259941
>[X] Let’s get by the docs first, so we can get that done before anything else.

>>3259941

[] Let’s get by the docs first, so we can get that done before anything else.

NOTHING LIKE MEDICALLY NECESSARY MOLESTATION FIRST THING IN THE MORNING

>>3259941
Shit sux brohemian. Good luck.

>>3259941
>[] Let’s get by the docs first, so we can get that done before anything else.

File: Spoiler Image (224 KB, 1920x1080)

224 KB JPG

>>3259941
>[x] Let’s get by the docs first, so we can get that done before anything else.
Better to get this out of the way before we get yelled at by angry medical professionals and healwitches.

Ok, votes called!

File: The hornet formed the bac(...).jpg (81 KB, 1280x720)

81 KB JPG

[x] Let’s get by the docs first, so we can get that done before anything else.

“Medical first.” You say, getting a nod in return.

“No problem, sir.” the marine says, climbing in on the driver’s side. “So, wyvern driver, huh?” He asks as he backs the humvee out and pulls into traffic. the drive across the post isn’t too long- there’s a medical building here, though in your case anything serious would get you airlifted to the university hospital where most of the local navy healwitches pracitce.

You start to respond, but he continues. “My old man flew hornets in the war, mostly in southeast Asia. Flew out of Da Nang and Clark airbase.”

You nod politely. “Never understood it myself.” He says with a grin. “Ain’t shit to hide behind up there, you’re exposed as all hell to anyone that looks. And don’t get me started on dealing with witches.”

[] What about them? Witches aren’t so bad to handle.
[] We’re on more even footing than you guys are if you run into a tank witch, though.

>>3260109
>[X] We’re on more even footing than you guys are if you run into a tank witch, though.

Witches are so bad to handle and we know it.

>>3260109
>[] We’re on more even footing than you guys are if you run into a tank witch, though.

>>3260109
>[x] What about them? Witches aren’t so bad to handle.

He says, falling into a trap.

>>3260109
>[] We’re on more even footing than you guys are if you run into a tank witch, though.

>>3260109
>[x] We’re on more even footing than you guys are if you run into a tank witch, though.

>>3260109
>[Z] We’re on more even footing than you guys are if you run into a tank witch, though.

ILLEGALLY MODIFIED AT4S ARE THE BEST RAPE WHISTLE

>>3260109
>[x] We’re on more even footing than you guys are if you run into a tank witch, though.

>>3260135
It still does nothing!

>>3260109
>[X] What about them? Witches aren’t so bad to handle.

>>3260109
>[] We’re on more even footing than you guys are if you run into a tank witch, though.

>>3260109
>[x] We’re on more even footing than you guys are if you run into a tank witch, though.

>>3260109
[] We’re on more even footing than you guys are if you run into a tank witch, though.

>>3260109
>[x] We’re on more even footing than you guys are if you run into a tank witch, though

Ok, voting called!

File: 1335913610604.jpg (76 KB, 1140x1071)

76 KB JPG

>>3260141

File: Not quite unstoppable god(...).jpg (535 KB, 846x945)

535 KB JPG

[x] We’re on more even footing than you guys are if you run into a tank witch, though.

“We’re on more even footing than you guys are if you run into a tank witch, though.” You point out. You don’t bother mentioning witches like your mother- no one really counts special operations when they talk about challenge an opponent would present.

He laughs. “You might be, sure, but everyone that’s not in a Wyvern?” He shakes his head. “Hell, we run into a tankwitch, you can put twenty five mike mike sabot through a shield, if you hit it enough, and then we’ve got SMAW and AT-4s that’ll do the job too. Plus most ‘toons have access to Javelins and the Pike is at the squad level. Not to mention shit like battalion fires or whatever. But you pilots, shit. Even if you do call for help one of them can wreck a fuckin squadron in about fifteen seconds, and what have you got to stop her?”

Part of you disagrees- you own father’s wartime record, for example, being proof enough that witches aren’t invincible- but then again, he’s a pretty poor example.

“”I mean, hell. Look at top gun. The guys that go in there are the top one percent, and if they manage a one in four kill to loss against the witches there, they consider that amazing. Even the wyverns we see come through- the fleet ones, not the new guys like you, sir, even they do like one to one at best.” He shakes his head again, “No sir, you can keep that shit. At least I can hide behind a rock or something if I gotta.”

[] Yeah, I can see where you’re coming from, I guess.
[] Nah, you can outfight a witch if you know what you’re doing. We’ve got a lot of advantages.

>>3260250
>[X] Yeah, I can see where you’re coming from, I guess.

Witches be crazy, yo

>>3260250
>[x] Nah, you can outfight a witch if you know what you’re doing. We’ve got a lot of advantages.

>>3260250
>[X] Nah, you can outfight a witch if you know what you’re doing. We’ve got a lot of advantages.

>>3260250
>[] Yeah, I can see where you’re coming from, I guess.

>>3260250
>[x] Yeah, I can see where you’re coming from, I guess.
Hes not wrong, though I would point out that if he specifically comes up against a tank witch hes screwed. Sure his platoon might have something to deal with her but thats the same with a squadron - we are the equivalent of the guy with the Javelin.

>>3260250
>[X] Nah, you can outfight a witch if you know what you’re doing. We’ve got a lot of advantages.

This conversation is weird, let's keep going!

>>3260250
>[x] Nah, you can outfight a witch if you know what you’re doing. We’ve got a lot of advantages.

>[x] Yeah, I can see where you’re coming from, I guess.

Arguing about who's tougher with a marine is no way to go through life, son.

>>3260250
>[] Yeah, I can see where you’re coming from, I guess.

>>3260250
>[x] Yeah, I can see where you’re coming from, I guess.
He's not exactly wrong.

>the Pike is at the squad level.
That's that Raytheon mini missile right?

>>3260250
] Nah, you can outfight a witch if you know what you’re doing. We’ve got a lot of advantages.

>>3260284
The Pike is a laser guided 40mm grenade you launch out of your grenade launcher, yes.

>>3260250
[] Nah, you can outfight a witch if you know what you’re doing. We’ve got a lot of advantages

>[] Nah, you can outfight a witch if you know what you’re doing. We’ve got a lot of advantages.


>>3260250


PILOTS GONNA PILOT

>>3260284
Sorry, I meant to add this to the end: I honestly don't think it's a good weapon to be able to take out a target as small and maneuverable as a tank witch.

>>3260250
>[x] Nah, you can outfight a witch if you know what you’re doing. We’ve got a lot of advantages.

>>3260250
>[x] Yeah, I can see where you’re coming from, I guess.

ok, votes called here!

You know Jimmy Johns doesn't deliver to my apartment? what kinda garbage is that? Oh well. guess I should save the money anyway.

>>3260250
[X] Nah, you can outfight a witch if you know what you’re doing. We’ve got a lot of advantages.

Steelwings would be better at energy fighting wouldn't they?

File: Beating a wyvern silly is(...).png (1.54 MB, 1920x1080)

1.54 MB PNG

[x] Nah, you can outfight a witch if you know what you’re doing. We’ve got a lot of advantages.

You shake your head as you pull up to a stoplight. Your marine driver looks over at the girls inside, who don’t even spare a glance in your direction. “You can outfight a witch if you know what you’re doing. We’ve got a lot of advantages.”

He snorts. “YOU might, sir, owing to your folks and all, but most pilots don’t. How’s a bug or a cat supposed to fight a witch?

“Well, tomcats have a lot more thrust and a radar that can detect witches beyond visual range. They don’t climb as well, but they also have a second set of eyes, and witches can’t take too many missiles on the shield.”

“But they can shoot ‘em down.” He points out. “Harder to pop a 155 barrage outta the air.”

You nod. “Fair enough, but that’s why you salvo launches.”

He shrugs. “In all fairness sir, maybe you don’t get it. You will though, the girls they put you guys against are the best in the fleet. I’ve met them in town, they try to make a game of it.” He laughs hollowly as you pull into the medical center lot. “They’re already talking shit on who’s gonna be the one to break you.”

[] I think maybe they’ll have to revisit that game.
[] Well, at least I know what’s coming now, right?

>>3260421
>[x] Well, at least I know what’s coming now, right?

>>3260421
>[x] Well, at least I know what’s coming now, right?
It'll be fun

>>3260421
>[] I think maybe they’ll have to revisit that game.

"FUCK YOU AND THE SPARKLY BULLSHIT YOU RIDE ON"

File: __ef_111a_world_witches_s(...).jpg (287 KB, 1300x764)

287 KB JPG

>>3260421
>[x] I think maybe they’ll have to revisit that game.

>>3260435
>>3260437
I hope Morgan's METAL GEAR levels of training thanks to Brigitte are still canon, it's needed to survive the incoming witchstorm.

>>3260421
>[X] Well, at least I know what’s coming now, right?

Joke's on them, we're already broken.

>>3260421
>[] Well, at least I know what’s coming now, right?
Arrogance is a quick path to overconfidence, which can easily lead to failure.

>>3260421
>[x] I think maybe they’ll have to revisit that game.

>>3260421
>>[X] Well, at least I know what’s coming now, right?

>>3260421
>[x] Well, at least I know what’s coming now, right?

>>3260421
>[x] Well, at least I know what’s coming now, right?

>>3260421
>[] Well, at least I know what’s coming now, right?

>>3260421
>[] Well, at least I know what’s coming now, right?

Momma taught us better not to get cocky, and gaining intel that they treat this as a game, gives us more ways to fuck their shit.

Hey guys, making a bowl of soup real fast. Be about another 15 minutes.

>>3260421
>[x] Well, at least I know what’s coming now, right?
Y’all wouldn’t happen to remember any of those ladies, wouldja?

Are we still the same god of war that treated his SERE training like a camping vacation?

>>3260577
I hope so in case witches start a prank war like Slider and the flashbangs

>>3260602

Considering Morgan's sisters, we're probably prepped for that anyway. There's what, five snakes all together?

File: khjgjgjbgj.png (857 KB, 820x637)

857 KB PNG

>>3260602
>>3260611

We will do as Young did long before us.

The Pillow Fort SHALL NOT STAND

Ok guys, votes called!

ah, chicken ramen. tastes like salt and sadness. haha!

>>3260611
We didn't live with the main family, but I think we visited fairly often. So we shouldn't have been tortured that much, or at least had frequent reprives.

>>3260618

You only need to take one shower to risk being flashbanged.

>>3260618
nah, one of them would have bullied us cause she likes us.

Like that one manga, which i can't name. Nagamoto?

>>3260625
I assume we maintain the ancient tradition known as the toilet glock as a result.

File: Probably responsible for (...).jpg (154 KB, 850x1206)

154 KB JPG

[x] Well, at least I know what’s coming now, right?


You sigh. “Of course they are. Well, at least I know what’s coming now, right?”

He frowns. “I’d have expected you to be chomping at the bit to prove ‘em wrong about you, sir.”

It’s your turn to laugh. “I grew up with twelve half-sisters. All of them are witches. I’m used to this kinda thing.”

He pauses. “Yeah, I guess not. I’ll be out here or in the lobby sir.” He says as you head into the building.

The desk is staffed by a pair of navy staffers, one of whom looks up at you. “How can I help you, Lieutenant?” She says, reading the rank pins on your collar.

“Follow up with the doc for my plugs.” You say, getting a raised eyebrow and a check of the computer.

“Lieutenant Laroux-Bishop?” She asks, getting a nod out of you.

“That’s me.”

She types a few things into her computer, then looks back up at you. “the doctor is back along that corridor to the left. You know where his office is?”

“Yeah.”

“Go ahead and head back, sir. He’s in there, and I’ve let him know you’re on the way.”

You turn and walk back, ignoring the voices behind you- you can practically feel both of them staring as you head into the doctor’s office. He’s sitting behind a desk, rubbing his temples and sipping from a stained white ceramic mug of coffee- you can smell it across the room. He looks up at your knock. “Lieutenant. come in, sit down, dog the hatch.” You nod- he’s in uniform and ranks you by a fairly significant margin.

“Sorry, it was a long night. How are you feeling?”

“Good, sir.” You respond honestly. “Minor numbness in my digits, tips of the toes, that sort of thing, legs still feel strange, but it’s getting better.”

“Good. Plugs giving you any trouble?”

You shake your head. “No sir. I’ve been forgetting they’re there half the time.”

1/2

“Excellent. Follow me over to the exam room real fast, we’re gonna take a look and then you’re good to go.” He says, standing up, taking his mug of coffee with him.

You follow him across the hall to the exam room, sitting on the edge of the bench in there.

“Alright, lemme take a look. This is all basic shit, in case you were wondering. just looking for any redness around the covers or swelling, anything like that.”

“Procedure?” You ask, aware that the implant surgery wasn’t the easiest.

“No, just you.” he says from behind you, turning on a flashlight. “But yours look fine. Alright, I’m going to give you the full sign off, at least for now. Let me know if that numbness doesn’t go away, it should be gone entirely in a week or so. Come see me if it doesn’t, but you don’t need to see me otherwise.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Ok, that’s it.”

You stand up, walking out of the open door and back to the lobby, just in time to see your driver stooping to get a can of mountain dew out of the vending machine. He turns and blinks. “Damn, sir, that was fast. Everything good?”

You nod.

“Alright, well, where to next?” He says, looking at his watch. “It’s about oh seven if you haven’t seen a clock yet.”

[] I need to get by admin now and get this all turned in and squared away.
[] The sooner I get to the flight line, the sooner aunt merlin will actually go sleep in a bed. Let’s go there.

>>3260733
>[] The sooner I get to the flight line, the sooner aunt merlin will actually go sleep in a bed. Let’s go there.

>>3260733
>[x] The sooner I get to the flight line, the sooner aunt merlin will actually go sleep in a bed. Let’s go there.

>>3260733
>[X] The sooner I get to the flight line, the sooner aunt Merlin will actually go sleep in a bed. Let’s go there.

>>3260733
>[] The sooner I get to the flight line, the sooner aunt merlin will actually go sleep in a bed. Let’s go there.

>>3260733
>[x] The sooner I get to the flight line, the sooner aunt merlin will actually go sleep in a bed. Let’s go there.

>>3260733
>[] I need to get by admin now and get this all turned in and squared away.
Let's get the boring stuff wrapped up before the fun stuff.

>>3260733
>[x] The sooner I get to the flight line, the sooner aunt merlin will actually go sleep in a bed. Let’s go there.

>>3260733
>[x] I need to get by admin now and get this all turned in and squared away.

>>3260733
>[] I need to get by admin now and get this all turned in and squared away.

I was going to stay up and do another post, but I'm kinda beat guys, so I'm going to take a break here and go sack out. We'll probably start a little early tomorrow to make up for the shorter run today.

Thanks for running, chief.

>>3260804
See you tommorow

>>3260733
>[x] The sooner I get to the flight line, the sooner aunt merlin will actually go sleep in a bed. Let’s go there.

Let her rest

>>3260733
>[X] I need to get by admin now and get this all turned in and squared away.
Get things squared away, Merlin is probably having fun in her own little world anyway.

>>3260733
>[] I need to get by admin now and get this all turned in and squared away.

We had to do that shit by 0800 innit?

>>3260733
>[] I need to get by admin now and get this all turned in and squared away.

>>3261151
>He nods. “That’s fine, but your short list needs to be on the adjutant’s desk no later than oh-eight tomorrow morning.” he says. “Onlining a wyvern crew takes time, and the fleet is already asking after you.”

>>3260733

>>[X] I need to get by admin now and get this all turned in and squared away.

>>3260733
Oops, forgot about the zero-eight deadline.

change >>3260884
to
>[x] I need to get by admin now and get this all turned in and squared away.

>>3260733
>[x] I need to get by admin now and get this all turned in and squared away.

>>3261151
>>3261202
Thanks for reminding us.

>>3260733
>[] I need to get by admin now and get this all turned in and squared away.
We've got a deadline.

>>3260733
Ah, didn't see the deadline. Switching >>3260767 to
>[x] I need to get by admin now and get this all turned in and squared away.

>>3260733
>[X] I need to get by admin now and get this all turned in and squared away.

>>3260733
>[] I need to get by admin now and get this all turned in and squared away.

>>3260733
>[] I need to get by admin now and get this all turned in and squared away.
We can put Merlin to bed ourselves after the work is done.

>>3261151
Oh shit. I forgot the military is anal about paperwork if nothing else.

>>3260733

Changing vote to.
>[x] I need to get by admin now and get this all turned in and squared away.

>>3261545
ID check on mobile, power got knocked out by weather.

File: P8260169.jpg (1.63 MB, 3968x2976)

1.63 MB JPG

>>3262180
Maximum F

File: Spoiler Image (2.78 MB, 1920x1080)

2.78 MB PNG

>>3262196
...And never mind!
>Power's gonna be back in 4 hours
>Oh, okay...
>Everything turns on again after making that post
What sort of witchcraft is this... Oh well, got it for Friday or if this storm knocks it out again.

On topic for discussion though, got bored and looked up the meanings of the names of our top 3 picks. Wonder if Ghost picked 'em explicitly for them... Noteworthy stuff -

>Kyou's is UNITY (probably, confound kanji and their multiple meanings)
>Lotus is PURITY
>Danielle's is GOD IS MY JUDGE

I'm sure it's not indicative of their personalities, but damn, those are some interesting connotations if you consider their magic abilities from last thread.
BLACK-OPS DANIELLE CONFIRMED, still voting PHOENIX though

Hey guys, was planning on starting at 1730, but I just got off the phone about a job i applied to, so I gotta make sure some shit's in order and scare up my certs and shit. Sorry for the delay

Ok, sorted. votes called!

File: Curiously open and spacio(...).jpg (892 KB, 2048x1536)

892 KB JPG

[x] I need to get by admin now and get this all turned in and squared away.

“Admin.” You say.

“Wouldn’t want to get a late grade on your homework, eh?” the marine laughs. “Let’s go.”

He puts his drink on the wide center console of the humvee as you both step in. “Man, I hate these things.” He grouses, hitting the ignition. “Spent half my first enlistment in the sandbox, riding guns on these damn things. Thought getting stateside would mean a patrol car.” He laughs. “Guess I was wrong, huh.”

He’s quiet the rest of the way to the administration building, though you get there fairly quickly. “Alright, sir, I’ll wait here.” He says as you park.

You nod, taking the steps up to the entryway and heading through, pausing at the duty desk only to get checked. “Headed up to see the admiral, huh? well, he’s got a visitor, so be sure to knock.” The Marine on duty says, handing back your ID.

[] “A visitor?”
[] “Will do, thanks.”

>>3262506
>[x] “Will do, thanks.”

>>3262506
>[x] “Will do, thanks.”

>>3262506
>[x] “Will do, thanks.”

>>3262506
>[X] “Will do, thanks.”

>>3262506
>[x] “Will do, thanks.”

I want to ask, but I'm not sure how it's our business anyhow.

>>3262506
>[] “Will do, thanks.”

>>3262506
>[X] “Will do, thanks.”

>>3262506
>[x] “Will do, thanks.”
Mmmm, this makes me twitchy.

>>3262506
>[] “A visitor?”

ASSESS THE THREAT

>>3262506
>[] “Will do, thanks.”

>>3262506
>[] “Will do, thanks.”

>>3262506
>[X] “A visitor?”

>>3262506
>[x] “Will do, thanks.”

ok, votes called!

File: Of course, and to be fair(...).jpg (305 KB, 700x990)

305 KB JPG

[x] “Will do, thanks.”

You nod. “Will do, thanks.” You say, before heading past the desk and up the stairs.

The building, built new and just opened last year, overlooks the flight line across the road. Of course, all the windows in the building are in offices for the various staff officers here, and you can’t see them as you walk through the halls, though the reverberating roar of the morning flights still echos through the building. Otherwise it’s quiet inside, even the air conditioners too new to make too much noise.

The Admiral’s office is, perhaps predictably, one of the nicest. His adjutant’s desk sits empty, though there’s a box for incoming paperwork that lets you drop your filled out paperwork and selection list. You’re turning around when the man returns. “Oh, Lieutenant.” he says. “Sorry sir, I was running to get coffee, the pot in the office is broken.” He spares a forlorn glance over at the simple black coffee machine on a file cabinet along one wall.

“Anyway, sorry sir. The Admiral wanted to see you as soon as you came by.” Go ahead on in, I’ll let him know you’re here.”

He picks up the phone on his desk and punches a button, looking up at you for a second. “Sir? Yessir, the LT is here. Yes sir, I’ll send him in.” He says, nodding at you. “Go on in, sir.”

The door is closed, and you knock before opening it. “Lieutenant.” The Admiral says. “I’d hoped to be able to catch you before you got back to the flight line.”

You recognize the ears- and tail- before his guest even turns around. “An I be callin in a favor ta be speakin with ya befoah ya be flyin around.” Your mother says, standing up from the chair she had occupied and walking over to embrace you. “Mah boy. Admiral, do ya be mindin if I be borrowin him for a bit?”

You can see the old man’s smirk. “I only had him come in because you asked.” He says.

“I be thankin ya, admiral. You be takin care, now, and mebby I be back by. Morgan, walk with your maman.”

You follow her out of the door, dismissed by the admiral even before you had a chance to speak. “Morgan. How ya be, my boy? Dey be sayin ya givin dem a scare earlier.”

[] I’m fine, Maman. The doc just signed off on me this morning, full return to duty.
[] They haven’t told me what happened exactly, yet.

>>3262658
>[X] They haven’t told me what happened exactly, yet.
let's not lie to our mom

>>3262658
>[] They haven’t told me what happened exactly, yet.
Maman!

>>3262658
>[] I’m fine, Maman. The doc just signed off on me this morning, full return to duty.
No sense in worrying her.

>>3262658
>[] I’m fine, Maman. The doc just signed off on me this morning, full return to duty.
>[] They haven’t told me what happened exactly, yet.
Wouldnt be a sw89 sequal with out choosing both

something like "dunno what actually happenend but full recovered now"

>>3262658
>[x] They haven’t told me what happened exactly, yet.

>>3262658
>[] They haven’t told me what happened exactly, yet.

WHAT'S IN THE BOX?

>>3262658
>[x] I’m fine, Maman. The doc just signed off on me this morning, full return to duty.
>[x] They haven’t told me what happened exactly, yet.

>>3262658
>[x] They haven’t told me what happened exactly, yet.
I must know

File: CBP_P-3_Orion.jpg (1.26 MB, 2272x1156)

1.26 MB JPG

>>3262658
>[x] They haven’t told me what happened exactly, yet.
But.
>[x] I’m fine as far they can tell, Maman. The doc just signed off on me this morning, full return to duty.

Our maman will detect us dodging the subject faster than we can blink.

On another note I now want a Cajun AWACs in Ace Combat.

>>3262658
>>[x] They haven’t told me what happened exactly, yet.

>>3262658
>[] They haven’t told me what happened exactly, yet.

>>3262658
>[x] They haven’t told me what happened exactly, yet.

>>3262658
>[x] I’m fine, Maman. The doc just signed off on me this morning, full return to duty.
>[x] They haven’t told me what happened exactly, yet.

This is a perfect time for both. We don't know what happened, but they did totally sign off on us.

>>3262658
>[X] They haven’t told me what happened exactly, yet.

Ok votes called!

>>3262672

You know you guys can always write in too, right? Haha!

File: She's long since hung up (...).png (103 KB, 689x1019)

103 KB PNG

[x] They haven’t told me what happened exactly, yet.

“They haven’t told me what happened exactly, maman.” You say, stopping as she sweeps out of the building to put on your cover. Your driver, still in the humvee, looks up and frowns.

“He be with me.” Your mother says, walking over. “If ya need to be checkin in wid dat, we go in with ya.”

The marine shakes his head and grins. “Nah, I’d recognize the mother of night anywhere. You fished my old man out of the drink, during the war.”

Maman smiles. “I thought ya be lookin familiar. How’s your daddy doing?”

“Arthritis slows him down some, but he’s still going.” Sergeant Williams responds.

“You be tellin him I said hello, den. I’ll have dem give ya a call when I be done chattin wid my boy.”

He nods, turning back on the truck to enjoy his sudden free time. “So dey do no be tellin ya what happen?”

You shake your head. “I haven’t asked.”

“Mmm. Morgan, ya need ta be askin bout dis kinda ting. Don’t be puttin it past dem to be tryin ta play with ya cos of who your daddy is.”

You blink. “There’s no way the navy would let them-” You’re cut off by her laugh.

“Morgan, what I be tellin ya? It don’t be fair, no, but ya don’t just be yaself to dese people. Ta de navy you maybe another one of your daddy, and dey be willin to do a lot ta get dat back. Ta de matrons dat work with de navy, ya maybe a way to gettin at me, an mabey gettin de granbabby de be wantin, among udda tings. Ya never be forgettin dat.”

You sigh, but nod. “Oui, Maman.”

“Don’t be like dat, you knew dis be the way it is when ya took de comission. Me and yer papa, we both tell ya this. De navy be de easiest of de two to deal with, an dey prolly not push ya too much. Now, tell me, ya seen your papa yet?”

[] Had dinner with him last night, yes maman.
[] Not much, really. Mostly saw Aunt Merlin.

>>3262799
>[x] Had dinner with him last night, yes maman.

>>3262799
>[X] Had dinner with him last night, yes maman.

>>3262799
>[x] Had dinner with him last night, yes maman.

>>3262799
>[x] Had dinner with him last night, yes maman.

>>3262799
>[x] Had dinner with him last night, yes maman.

>>3262799
>[x] Had dinner with him last night, yes maman.

>>3262799
>[X] Had dinner with him last night, yes maman.

>>3262799
>[] Had dinner with him last night, yes maman.

>>3262799
>[x] Had dinner with him last night, yes maman.

>>3262799
>[] Not much, really. Mostly saw Aunt Merlin.

BEGIN "JEALOUS CAT WITCH". EXE

>>3262799
>[x] Had dinner with him last night, yes maman.

>>3262799
>[] Had dinner with him last night, yes maman.

Ok guys, voting closed!

File: Shockingly hands off with(...).jpg (216 KB, 344x800)

216 KB JPG

[x] Had dinner with him last night, yes maman.

“We had dinner last night, yes maman.” You say.

“Tch,” She clucks her tongue. “And ya prolly don’t at all be talkin with him and instead be buried up ta ya shoulders in someting with dat Samantha.” She says. “You don’t be tryin ta play technical games wid ya momma, boy.”

“Yes, Maman. But we did have dinner at that place down by the museum.”

“Yer daddy, he be lovin dat place. probably cos he be eatin for free.” She says, shaking her head. “Did ya at least talk wid him about flying at all?”

“No.” You shake your head. “We didn’t talk a whole lot, Cass and Anastasia ate with us.”

“You be watchin dat Cass like a hawk, boy of mine. She be actin strange where ya be concerned.” She says, shaking her head. “Her momma needs ta be addressin dat, but it not be my place ta be saying it. But we’re not talkin bout her, boy. You remember what I be tellin ya, every time you go out on dat football field in school, or playin with ya friends?”

“Be careful how hard I go.” You respond.

She nods. “Do ya remember why I be tellin ya that?”

[] Because you’re worried I got dad’s talent.
[] Because you’re worried I won’t know when it’s killing me.

>>3262948
>[] Because you’re worried I won’t know when it’s killing me.

>>3262948
>[x] Because you’re worried I won’t know when it’s killing me.
Nobody will ever let Fronk forget he technically died.

>>3262948
>[x] Because you’re worried I won’t know when it’s killing me.

>>3262948
>[] Because you’re worried I won’t know when it’s killing me.

MORGAN USED "CUT TO THE HEART"

>>3262948
>[X] Because you’re worried I won’t know when it’s killing me.

I doubt the other thing would worry maman.

>>3262948
>[x] Because you’re worried I won’t know when it’s killing me.

>You be watchin dat Cass like a hawk, boy of mine. She be actin strange where ya be concerned.
Don't have to tell us twice

>>3262948
>[x] Because you’re worried I won’t know when it’s killing me.

>>3262948
>[x] Because you’re worried I won’t know when it’s killing me.
MOMMA DIDN'T RAISE NO BUSH BEATER!

>>3262948
>[x] Because you’re worried I won’t know when it’s killing me.

>>3262948
>[] Because you’re worried I won’t know when it’s killing me.

ok, votes called!

Man, excited about this job prospect. apparently the secret to hearing back is get a quest going? haha!

>>3263029
If that's true, maybe planefag would've finished SWQ by now.

>>3263035
Or KCQ. Or AWISQ.

>>3262658
>dark skin
>white hair
>cat ears
huh

...huh

File: guy is ready to go.png (1.61 MB, 640x1136)

1.61 MB PNG

>>3263052
Morgan's mom has got it goin' on, anon.

File: Most people know the broa(...).jpg (178 KB, 338x800)

178 KB JPG

[x] Because you’re worried I won’t know when it’s killing me.

“Because you’re worried I won’t know when it’s killing me.” You say.

“You say dat like you goan know bettah.” She responds. “Didja evah talk to ya papa about dat? About if he knew? You think it be someting we be worried about for no good reason, but you listen boy, your daddy only heah cos de white witch take a hell of a risk, an offer to trade hersel fo him. Dat not be someting ya can ask fo, or even count on.”

You nod, having heard the story- second and thirdhand, mostly, but completely enough that you can piece it together.

“Now, don’t no one know what ya be havin. Maybe ya not really inherit dat. No way of tellin, not like dere is with ya sistas. But know jus like I do dat all of dem that your papa fathered, all of dem be very strong wid de gift. It be standin ta reason you be de same way.” She stops, and you note your path has led you to the entry control point to the flight line, near where your wyvern, distinguishable both by it’s lack of any identifying marks other than the navy insignia and the fact that it’s the only one on the pad, sits.

She sighs. “Morgan, I be knowin since the day ya were born ya be goin dis way in life. Ya always wanted to win at whateva ya were doing, and every time I went to watch a game I be scared one day we’d fin out de worst way dat you be like your papa. Ya smart and skilled, and I be knowin ya know where ya limits are an I be knowin ya always be tryin ta push dem.”

She pauses- while you’ve no doubt she could get onto the flight line just fine, despite her technical status as a civilian, she, unlike perhaps everyone else in your life, has no love of aircraft. “I be havin business in town. But I want ya ta promise me ya be being careful. Take it easy when ya be just testin an trainin, no matta what dey tell ya.”

She pauses. “Especially when dey be tryin ta tell ya to push hard. Ya understand me, boy?”

[] Of course, maman.
[] You want me to sandbag?

>>3263105
>[] You want me to sandbag?

OH MAMAN NO, YOU JUST DID NOT GO THERE

>>3263105
>[] You want me to sandbag?
We can speak platitudes, but there's no way we'll follow through. We'll be the best we can, for better or worse.

>>3263105
>[X] You want me to sandbag?
Also
>[X] The only way for me to know where "too far" is is to get there. I'd rather do that during an exercise than when my life depends on it. (Except we say it with a Cajun accent.)

>>3263105
>[] You want me to sandbag?
During testing, or on the coven's behalf, we won't push as hard. But outside of that, we won't be less than we can be because we're afraid of a little risk or pain.

File: Spoiler Image (298 KB, 1920x1080)

298 KB JPG

We love her, but we're still our father's son.

Also sandbagging could have unintended consequences because people WILL start asking why we're not flying as well as we could.

>>3263105
voting for this >>3263134

File: X-02_JollyRogers.png (219 KB, 1920x411)

219 KB PNG

>>3263105
>[x] You want me to sandbag?

>>3263120
Also this, gonna fly our best regardless. Dunno if we have Fronk's talent nor do we have Tomcat shrapnel stuck in us. Plus, we actually have VDNI unlike Fronk when he 'died'.

>>3263134
>I'd rather do that during an exercise than when my life depends on it.
Conversely, showing off our full potential during testing with all those eyes on us could increase the pressure further down the line to keep up that pace, or other similar red-tape issues.

>>3263105
>>3263134
This.

>>3263105
>[x] You want me to sandbag?

>>3263105
This >>3263134

>>3263134
this it be

File: 20190202013350_1.jpg (439 KB, 1920x1080)

439 KB JPG

>>3263148
Damned if we do, damned if we don't

>>3263105
>[x] You want me to sandbag?

>>3263105
>[] You want me to sandbag?

Ok, voting closed!

File: __chequita_jormungand_dra(...).jpg (116 KB, 600x873)

116 KB JPG

>Ta de matrons dat work with de navy, ya maybe a way to gettin at me, an mabey gettin de granbabby de be wantin, among udda tings. Ya never be forgettin dat.”
Inevitable waifu wars aside I think the one thing we can all agree on is that no child of ours is going to dance to matron politics.

Any ideas what the new witches will look like? I always thought of Wendy as pic related, since witches in this canon seem to subtract ~10 years off of their actual age in terms of appearance. Kyou is a japanese princess, so that narrows it down somewhat. Young is almost certainly a redhead like Minna. Kelsey probably looks like her mom. Lotus and Danielle are a tossup.

File: Never overprotective, you(...).jpg (133 KB, 565x800)

133 KB JPG

[x] You want me to sandbag?

“You want me to sandbag?” You ask, almost, but not quite, surprised. Maman has always been protective like this- cautioning you to take it easy, to not play too hard. She did it with almost anything you did- save for video games, where she didn’t seem to mind. You know why, of course- hard not to, everything considered- but you’ve always been confused that she’s never seemed to understand that you can’t give less than your all at anything you set out to do.

She sighs again. “I be afraid ya be taking it like dat. I just wan ya to be careful.” She says. “Don’t ya ever forget, Morgan, ya be my baby boy. I don’t be askin ya to do nothing I tink be hurting ya, an I’ve always tried ta make it clear dat ya gotta make ya own self happy and do no be listenin to no one who tinks ya the second go round of your papa. You do what makes you happy, boy, and dat just be de way it need to be.”

“But you want me to sandbag.” You persist. “When it’d be better to find out here and now if I am like my dad-“

“Don’t be forgettin he go through top gun befoah de war hisself.” She says. “And it don’t be appearing heah, only later, up in Alaska.”

“But-”

She shakes her head. “You listen to your maman, Morgan. You be doin what be right by you, but don’t you be takin no risks dat ya don’t need ta be taking. If- IF-” she says, holding up a finger as you open your mouth to respond. “If ya really do be inheriting ya papa’s talent, you in a bettah place to understand it an use it den he eva was. But you be knowin enough ta know dat dese tings don’t always do what we be tinkin dey should be doin, an maybe you be stronga than he was and it snuff you right out.”

She pauses for a second. “I don’t tink I can stand dat thought.” She says, looking away. “You be careful, boy. Now I gotta go. You go see ya aunt Merlin an talk planes wid her, an give ya maman a hug.”

You do- and a quick kiss on the cheek for good measure- and she’s gone, walking back across the street with that distinctive saunter of hers- half predator, half runway model.

1/2

>>3263247
>Inevitable waifu wars aside I think the one thing we can all agree on is that no child of ours is going to dance to matron politics.
Before the reboot, someone suggested that Morgan should be with a normal girl just to mess with the matrons.

You shake your head to clear it, turning to show your ID at the entry point and head onto the flight line. You can’t really go onto the apron- flight operations for the top gun class are going on, with the morning flights still taking off for their air combat training out over the desert in Nevada or the ocean. Of course, the pad with your Wyvern on it is occupied only by your fighter and the support vehicles, so walking there is less of an issue.

The ground crew has switched out since last night, though you can still see Aunt Merlin, up in the front seat of the cockpit. A couple of the ground crew look at you as you approach, but Merlin sees you too, and calls down to them, raising her arms above her head and stretching as she does so.

[] Go up to talk to her, see how she’s doing.
[] Have her come down here- she’s probably been at it all night.

>>3263339
>[x] Have her come down here- she’s probably been at it all night.

>>3263339
>[] Have her come down here- she’s probably been at it all night.

>>3263339
[x] Go up to talk to her, see how she’s doing.

>>3263339
>[x] Have her come down here- she’s probably been at it all night.

>>3263339
] Have her come down here- she’s probably been at it all night.

>>3263339
>[x] Have her come down here- she’s probably been at it all night.

>>3263339
>[x] Have her come down here- she’s probably been at it all night.

>>3263339
>[] Have her come down here- she’s probably been at it all night.

>>3263339
>[] Have her come down here- she’s probably been at it all night.
She's an old hand, but still keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn't stumble in her tiredness on the way down. She'll need to rest soon anyway.

>>3263337
I'm a fan of the idea, though pissing off the matrons should only be the icing on the cake. I figure we'd be sick of witches, having been constantly steeped in them our whole life, perpetually hounded by them for one reason or another. A normal girl would be a breath of breath air.

>>3263339
>[X] Have her come down here- she’s probably been at it all night.

Ok, votes called!

>>3263247
For Kyou, the TLed info off Danbooru for the Jap witch I posted last thread seemed similar with Ghost's general description, so I want to say that's her...
You know, I just remembered the last Princess we hosted came with a bodyguard witch. Might get one in the squadron too if we select Kyou.

Lotus will have goggles. Prove me wrong.

Danielle, I'm thinking one of those cold looking types. But then again, that might just be generalizing based on her ability...

File: Known as the mother of th(...).jpg (111 KB, 600x1000)

111 KB JPG

[x] Have her come down here- she’s probably been at it all night.

You signal her to come down, knowing that she’s probably been at it all night. While you appreciate it- and are sure that when you do get into the fighter to take it up for the first time, it’ll tick over like a perfectly tuned watch, you also know your aunt has a way of getting caught up in things.

She nods, yawning, and climbs out of the cockpit. You make your way over to the access ladder- the stairs have disappeared to somewhere, but the built in ladder has been unlocked and lowered down. She’s an expert at it, but she’s also getting older- and she’s been up all night, most likley, so you stand at the bottom, making sure she gets down safely.

She climbs down without a hitch, yawning again when she hits the pavement. You note she’s in a witch uniform- pantsless and shoeless. She shakes her head when you quirk an eyebrow- she doesn’t often do that.

“Checking the witch interface before you showed up.” She says. “I’ll probably-” She yawns again. “Have to reset it for your SIO, when she gets here, but for now it should be alright.”

“It’s set for you?” You ask, looking up. She shakes her head with a laugh.

“Oh no, no. My settings would hurt another witch, most likely. it’s set for the most gentile draw possible for a wyvern. It’ll handle everything your familiarization and crew flights will need you to do, without... ah. Scaring anyone.”

[] Scaring them?
[] do you think that’s wise? if the fleet settings are harder on a witch...

>>3263507
>[] Scaring them?

>>3263507
>[x] Scaring them?

>>3263507
>[] do you think that’s wise? if the fleet settings are harder on a witch...

>>3263507
>[x] Scaring them?

>>3263507
>[x] Scaring them?

>>3263507
>[] Scaring them?
As long as they have time to ease into fleet settings, there shouldn't be an issue with starting gentle. You gotta work out a muscle to make it stronger, and you don't start with the max load.

>>3263507
>[x] Scaring them?

>>3263507
>[] Scaring them?

>>3263507
>[X] Scaring them?

>>3263507
>[X] Scaring them?

>MC had a competitive mindset growing up
>Nobody wanted to sandbag even after the more cautious choices last thread

>>3263558
>anons choosing to sandbag

Has this ever happened? Legitimately curious.

>>3263560
We noped out of the training with the slavborg witch that seems to have similar mojo as us when it seemed like we'd have to actually PUSH, her off our sky throne

>>3263566
Downsides to having characters IC that care about the PC; you can't really just unleash and push yourself to the limit without someone nagging.

Ok, votes called!

This'll be the last one for the night, so the vote will run overnight. Just a heads up!

>>3263569
This, more than anything else, is why I'm not enthusiastic about jumping on any waifu train except plane-chan.

File: 1436640872454.jpg (142 KB, 575x489)

142 KB JPG

>>3263569
>It's too late to form a mindmeld bloodlust feedback loop with the Sakamoto

>>3263580
Indeed. I think we can all agree that plane-chan is the one true and universal best girl.

File: Doesn't like talking abou(...).jpg (194 KB, 351x800)

194 KB JPG

[x] Scaring them?

“Scaring them?” You ask, nodding and falling into step as she indicates you should walk with her.

She nods. “Yes. Hang on a second, and I’ll explain. just going to tell the crew we’re good to complete the checklists and get the chief to sign off on flight when he gets back.”

You don’t have to wait long- the ranking member of the crew nods while she explains what’s going on, and even, perhaps out of respect, refrains from staring at her backside too long as she turns away. “Ok, let’s walk. Monsters only go so far.” She says, tiredly.

“Scaring them?” You repeat, and she nods again.

“You know what my power is, right?”

“Sure. Goddess in the machine. You can talk to machines and push them so far past design spec it’s beyond comprehension.”

She nods. “Right. I can also feed them magic faster and more... bluntly, for lack of a better word, than most witches can handle. If they try, they can get hurt. You remember Patty Mitchell?”

“Yeah, one of the squadron from the war, right? lives in Germany with her wife, one of the Youngs.”

“That’s her. She ever tell you what happened when she tried to power our wartime wyvern?”

You shake your head- you can’t remember it, at least.

“It almost drained her completely. It disengaged itself when the flow in fell below threshold, but if it hadn’t, she could have been silenced.” She says. “My mistake, and no one got injured, but she got spooked. So did I. Never made that mistake again, and the interface on our factory wyvern won’t even work with another witch, it won’t pattern-match correctly. The interfaces on your jet are set to the lowest, easiest draw that they can be to run the wyvern’s systems. It’s almost as gentle as initial flight training strikers, since really they just need the energy for the AI, avionics, and the war emergency power foci. All the other stuff we can either bring up later or when you get to the fleet.”

She yawns again.

[] Ya know, aunt merlin, maybe you shouldn’t be driving like that. Why don’t we just call my minder and give you a ride home?
[] Doc just signed me off, aunt M, let me drive you back to your quarters, yeah?

>>3263566
Iirc, it was framed as if you break yourself now in testing (at the matron's insistence), you won't be fit to get back into the real fight.

>>3263610
>[] Ya know, aunt merlin, maybe you shouldn’t be driving like that. Why don’t we just call my minder and give you a ride home?
Let's not make people talk.

Ok guys, time for our overnight break.

As for what's gonna happen if I get this job... I'm not sure yet. Ideally I'd like to continue on like we have now, but I don't know if that's going to really be feasible. the gun store worked for a mindnight stopping point just because we didn't open till 09, but no idea with this new place. I'll post what's up with it on twitter as i get information, and it's not going to affect this run any further (presumably) either way.

>>3263610
>[X] Ya know, aunt merlin, maybe you shouldn’t be driving like that. Why don’t we just call my minder and give you a ride home?

>>3263610
>[x] Ya know, aunt merlin, maybe you shouldn’t be driving like that. Why don’t we just call my minder and give you a ride home?

>>3263610
>[] Doc just signed me off, aunt M, let me drive you back to your quarters, yeah?
Driving a car is a good basic practice for operating vehicles post-surgery, if nothing else. If something goes wrong, a car crash would be much less dangerous.

>>3263610
>[x] Ya know, aunt merlin, maybe you shouldn’t be driving like that. Why don’t we just call my minder and give you a ride home?

>>3263610
>[] Ya know, aunt merlin, maybe you shouldn’t be driving like that. Why don’t we just call my minder and give you a ride home?

>>3263610
>[X] Ya know, aunt merlin, maybe you shouldn’t be driving like that. Why don’t we just call my minder and give you a ride home?

>>3263610
>[x] Ya know, aunt merlin, maybe you shouldn’t be driving like that. Why don’t we just call my minder and give you a ride home?

>>3263610
>[x] Ya know, aunt merlin, maybe you shouldn’t be driving like that. Why don’t we just call my minder and give you a ride home?

>>3263610
>[] Doc just signed me off, aunt M, let me drive you back to your quarters, yeah?
Won't sending her off with our driver leave us without a ride in the middle of the base?

>>3263610
>[x] Ya know, aunt merlin, maybe you shouldn’t be driving like that. Why don’t we just call my minder and give you a ride home?

>>3263610
>[] Doc just signed me off, aunt M, let me drive you back to your quarters, yeah?

>>3263610
>[x] Ya know, aunt merlin, maybe you shouldn’t be driving like that. Why don’t we just call my minder and give you a ride home?

>>3263610
>[x] Ya know, aunt merlin, maybe you shouldn’t be driving like that. Why don’t we just call my minder and give you a ride home?

File: 0B1D5E2F-0DB0-433A-9CEC-E(...).jpg (42 KB, 334x506)

42 KB JPG

>>3263610
>[] Doc just signed me off, aunt M, let me drive you back to your quarters, yeah?
Valentine’s Day Merlin Special.

>>3263610
>[x] Doc just signed me off, aunt M, let me drive you back to your quarters, yeah?

>>3263610
>[X] Doc just signed me off, aunt M, let me drive you back to your quarters, yeah?


All you sickos implying anything lewd about Aunt Merlin need to get the hell outta here.

>>3263610
>[X] Doc just signed me off, aunt M, let me drive you back to your quarters, yeah?

>>3264011
But she’s here all alone. She would appreciate the comfort.

>>3264578
Alone? She talks to machines and was with our Wyvern all night. She's fine, you need to get your mind out of the gutter.

Also, I still can't get over the whole "lol Kenji cheated on her" epilogue. That came out of fucking nowhere. Especially since we had Frank be the surrogate dad giving the talk.

>>3264791
I was only talking about consensual hand holding. Now who’s mind is in the gutter?

New reader here, just wanted to say you are doing god's work, Ghost. Starting with the archive and upvoting as I go, hopefully I will be here in a day or two.

>>3264791
>I still can't get over the whole "lol Kenji cheated on her" epilogue.
I still can't get over how frank's one night stand with maman was guaranteed by Ghost to not come back and bite him.

>>3264860
Well it didn't come back and bite him.
Morgan, however.

Ok guys, just threw a pizza in the oven, voting closed here!

File: Not as nice a ride as the(...).jpg (271 KB, 935x981)

271 KB JPG

[x] Ya know, aunt merlin, maybe you shouldn’t be driving like that. Why don’t we just call my minder and give you a ride home?

“You know, Aunt M, maybe you shouldn’t be driving like that.” You say, concerned. While your aunt is an adult- with two kids of her own, no less- she can and does still make more than a few questionable calls about her own health and safety. Working all night on the wyvern and then trying to drive, even the short distance to the Chance-Vought house, is exactly the kind of thing she wouldn’t think twice about. It’s also a real good way of getting hurt or killed in a stupid accident. “Why don’t we just call my driver and he and I can give you a lift back to your quarters?”

She nods. “Ok, Morgan. We can do that instead. It’s probably-” She yawns again. “safer anyway. Let me get my things out of the company car, it can stay here at least till tomorrow morning.”

You pull out your cell phone as she walks over to the car, unlocking it with a keyfob she had in a shirt pocket- you’re surprised she didn’t leave them in her pants. Looking up, you hang up almost as soon as you dial the contact point for your driver- he’s already in the lot, just a few cars down. He grins when you walk over.

“Your ma caught me as I was about to head out, said I should wait for you over here.” He says as an explanation. No big, I was about to go catch afternoon chow anyway.”

[] Before we do that, let’s get Merlin dropped off- she’s miserable at hiding how tired she is.
[] Yeah, let’s go do that, we can bring Aunt M along- she probably hasn’t had much beyond some candy bars anyway.

>>3265070
>[] Yeah, let’s go do that, we can bring Aunt M along- she probably hasn’t had much beyond some candy bars anyway.
Or, let's at least offer to. It's only the courteous thing to do.

>>3265070
>[x] Yeah, let’s go do that, we can bring Aunt M along- she probably hasn’t had much beyond some candy bars anyway.

>>3265070
> [] Yeah, let’s go do that, we can bring Aunt M along- she probably hasn’t had much beyond some candy bars anyway.

File: X-02_YellowSquadron.png (1007 KB, 1270x595)

1007 KB PNG

>>3265070
>[x] Before we do that, let’s get Merlin dropped off- she’s miserable at hiding how tired she is.
GO TO BED
>>3265077
Supporting offering though.

>>3265070
>[] Yeah, let’s go do that, we can bring Aunt M along- she probably hasn’t had much beyond some candy bars anyway.

Prolly some jolly rangers as emergency rations

>>3265070
>[X] Yeah, let’s go do that, we can bring Aunt M along- she probably hasn’t had much beyond some candy bars anyway.

>>3265070
This >>3265077

>>3265070
>[X] Yeah, let’s go do that, we can bring Aunt M along- she probably hasn’t had much beyond some candy bars anyway.

Maman may or may not have taught Morgan to be some horrifying God of War for the SERE training (if that's still canon), but she sure as hell didn't raise a barbarian!

>>3265070
>[x] Before we do that, let’s get Merlin dropped off- she’s miserable at hiding how tired she is.

Sleep!

>>3265077
Seconded

>>3265070
>[] Before we do that, let’s get Merlin dropped off- she’s miserable at hiding how tired she is.

Ok, voting period over!

File: Merlin has taken to these(...).png (481 KB, 975x2000)

481 KB PNG

[x] Yeah, let’s go do that, we can bring Aunt M along- she probably hasn’t had much beyond some candy bars anyway.

You look at your watch in surprise- it’s not that late, is it? You can’t figure out where the time went, but it is what it is, you figure. Still, you nod, taking your aunt’s bag- a simple backpack, and setting it in the back of the humvee. “We’re about to go grab lunch. You want to come with?” You ask, getting a nod.

“I’m getting pretty hungry, yes.” She says.

“Let me guess.” You supply, dryly as she sits in the seat behind you. “You’ve been having snickers and twix all night and haven’t had actual real food since dinner last night.”

She shrugs. “It’s never been a problem before. Besides, you know enough to know we need all the sugar.”

“You need to eat actual food.” You respond. “Not just sugar, caffeine and empty calories.”

“I mean, I was just gonna go to subway anyway, sir.” sgt. Williams says. “Not sure if you can call them real food.”

“They’re close enough.” You say. “Drive on.”

He laughs, starting up the truck and heading out onto the road.

“Your fighter’s good to go, except for the modules.” Merlin says, from the back seat. “We’ll install those when you do final selection, probably. Week or two.” She yawns. “You’ll probably be starting flight tomorrow, day after at the latest.”

“That quick?” You ask, looking into the rearview to see her. She nods.

“Probably. program specifies that they work with you when they can, but you’ll fly with the first witch they can get back here to start cycling up first.” She pauses. “Don’t feel like you have to introduce me to every single one, but I do want to meet your official teammate when it’s all over.”

[] Of course.
[] What, you think I’m not going to get your opinion on them, too?

>>3265277
>[] What, you think I’m not going to get your opinion on them, too?

>>3265277
>What, you think I’m not going to get your opinion on them, too?

>>3265277
>[X] What, you think I’m not going to get your opinion on them, too?

Can't get a girl without the progenitor's approval.

>>3265277
>[x] What, you think I’m not going to get your opinion on them, too?

>>3265277
> [] What, you think I’m not going to get your opinion on them, too?

>>3265277
>[] What, you think I’m not going to get your opinion on them, too?

>>3265277

>[] What, you think I’m not going to get your opinion on them, too?

>>3265277
>[X] What, you think I’m not going to get your opinion on them, too?

>>3265277
>[x] Of course.

>>3265277
>[x] Of course.
I want to say out of our picks - other then Wendy - Merlin probably knows Lotus due to her test pilot status and most likely doesn't know the others, or at the very least personally. We're probably more informed then her about our backseaters simply because we had their dossiers.

>>3265277
>[] Of course.
To be honest, asking her after every one wil slow the process down even more than it already is.

>>3265277
>[x] Of course.
Changing vote from >>3265297

>>3265277
>[X] Of course.

I feel like this is something Morgan should decide on his own.

>>3265277
>[] What, you think I’m not going to get your opinion on them, too?

ALL WILL SUBMIT TO MERLINALYSIS

Ok, votes called!

File: the building is relativel(...).jpg (163 KB, 600x315)

163 KB JPG

[x] What, you think I’m not going to get your opinion on them, too?

“You think I won’t want your opinion on each of them?” you ask, looking back at her again.

She shakes her head. “It’s not that.” She says. “I know you do, Morgan. But you only get a few weeks to get a crew selection and do all your fleet checks, and I’ll be just as busy as you will be. Unless you’re planning to move into the company house we won’t have time, and I’m pretty sure the board would frown on that just because it would let lockmart or Boeing to start talking about blatant navy favoritism if word got out.”

“And it would.” you say, flatly.

She nods. “Most likely. I’m sure the legal department could get it dismissed in no time at all, there’s a long personal history we can prove, but still-”

“And there’s always coven politics.” You say.

“That doesn’t bother me that much.” She responds, looking down to rummage in her bag. “They mostly leave me alone, and since I’m with more with Vought than a coven, they don’t want to run the risk of making the company mad. If it came to coven politics, the corporations would close ranks anyway- McDonnell and Boeing would side with us, General Dynamics and Textron probably would too. Lockmart might not, but if they’re the odd man out it’d only hurt them in the end.” She comes back up with another can of monster visible.

Just before she can open it, though, you pull into the naval exchange parking lot. “I thought you said subway?” You ask, getting out of the humvee, noting that your aunt is still bareleg as she climbs out, though she’s put on a pair of duty slippers- tough, tan slip on shoes with steel toes that most witches opt for when they’re on duty.

The marine shrugs. “There’s one in the food court, and that’s usually what I get.” he says. “There’s some other places in there, panda express, BK, that sort of shit. You ok with eating here sir?”

[] Let’s grab it and roll- my aunt’s gonna drink another can of crack if we don’t.
[] May as well.

>>3265470
>[] Let’s grab it and roll- my aunt’s gonna drink another can of crack if we don’t.
This SoL stuff is nice, but I'm starting to get antsy to actually get in the air.