>>3968434
>>Hang back a bit and observe.

>>3968434
>>Hang back a bit and observe.

>>3968434
>Hang back a bit and observe.

Fren?

>>3968434
>Go talk to him.

>>3968434
>>Go talk to him.

>>3968434
>>Hang back a bit and observe.
Schroeder?

>>3968434
>>Go talk to him.

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>>3968434
Um, well, truth be told, you were a bit wary of approaching a stranger in the place like this. There were just so many things you didn't know about this guy. Maybe it was better to follow Bandit's advice and act with a bit of discretion...

>Roll 1d10 (ID test 5)

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>3968510

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>3968510

Sir we are not a spook. Do not panic.

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>3968510

>>3968528
......

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>3968510

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>>3968510
Unfortunately, you're grabbed from behind by a pair of large, tough arms.

"Gah!" You yelp, instinctively struggling. The noise alerts the scientist, who turns to face your direction, more curious than distressed.

"Georg, what are you doing?" The scientist sighs.

"My job, of course!" The soldier, Georg, sighs, his arms still locked around your neck in a chokehold. "What if Grunder tries to silence you?"

The scientist gives George a look, and then to you, and back at Georg.

"Georg, if she were an assassin sent by Grunder, I highly doubt I'd still be alive right now." The scientist sighs.

"Doctor, are you sure-"

"Just do I as I say, Georg." The scientist gives a casual wave. "You aren't going to do anything funny, are you, Miss?"

You can only shake your head, your mouth too choked to say any words.

"See? She seems perfectly trustworthy. Now let her go."

Georg finally releases you and stumble as you regain your breath. The scientist kindly pats your shoulder and helps straighten out your jacket.

"I didn't think I'd be seeing another Belkan out here other than Georg." The scientist muses. "My name is Dr. Schroeder. I assume you're Milly?"

>How the hell did you know?
>I'm that famous, huh?
>Other

>>3968541
>I'm that famous, huh?

>>3968541
>I'm that famous, huh?

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>>3968541
>>I'm that famous, huh?

Honestly, I would've expected a Yuke spy/assassin to be on the Usean continent

>>3968541
>>I'm that famous, huh?

>>3968541
>>I'm that famous, huh?

>>3968541
>>I'm that famous, huh?

>>3968541
>>I'm that famous, huh?

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>>3968541
"Oho, so I'm that famous, huh?" You grin smugly. "Even random scientists know who I am?"

"Actually, it was because Mead told me who you are." Dr. Schroeder gives a mirthful grin. "Hard to miss a redheaded Belkan who likes barging into other peoples' business."

"Then..." You pause. "I guess you're that scientist buddy she's been talking about?"

"I assume so." Dr. Schoeder nods as he glances at the airstrip where you planes were parked. "It appears that you recovered Copro. For that, I am very grateful."

"Copro?" You frown in confusion.

"The AI that you recovered from Shilage." Dr. Schoeder explains. "It was an AI of my own design. Developed as a pilot assistance tool."

"So that means you can fix it?" Your eyes widen.

"I'll have to take a look at it first. Mead mentioned the damage had been quite extensive." Dr. Schoeder keeps his gaze locked on you. "Mead also mentioned you have a habit of pushing your G limits."

"Eheheh, she told you that too, huh?" You look away from him for a bit.

"Fortunately, I've developed a next generation flightsuit that should help improve your resistance to G-forces. It was something I originally developed to help Mihaly keep flying. Your... younger and more robust physiology should adapt to it much more efficiently."

"Doctor, we really should be going. They'll be wondering where you are." Georg speaks up, reminding you both that he still existed.

"Just give me a moment more, Georg." Dr. Schoeder chuckles.

>Ask him more about Copro.
>Ask him about his relationship to Grunder.
>Ask him what he's doing out here.
>Other

>>3968611
>>Ask him what he's doing out here.

Stonehenge is really one hell of a place to have a set up here.

>>3968611
>Ask him what he's doing out here.

Imagine the firepower of this fully operational battle station.


Also thanks for the free suit lol.

>>3968611
>Ask him about his relationship to Grunder.

>>3968617
I still think Milly's the kind of person to throw on some custom art on the back of the suit.

>>3968611
>Ask him more about Copro.

>>3968611
>>Ask him more about Copro.
Robo fren?

>>3968633
I'm surprised he didnt ask for it back personally. He designed it.

Makes you wonder.

I smell a spook

>>3968644
It can't collect useful data if it isn't in the field.

>>3968611
>>Ask him what he's doing out here.

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>>3968625
I'm for having a single red wing on the arm, or maybe two wings on her back.

>>3968662
Would Milly like a tattoo? Or do you think she'd consider it breaking her knightly image?

>>3968611
>Ask him about his relationship to Grunder.

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>>3968611
"So, what exactly are you doing out here?" You ask him, gazing at the defunct Stonehenge cannons. "You're not trying to rebuild Stonehenge, are you?"

"Heavens no. nobody is in any hurry to do that." Dr. Schroeder shakes his head. "And the cost of reactivating this facility are so prohibitively high that any interested party is better off building a new facility from the ground up."

"Then what exactly are you doing here?" You raise an eyebrow.

"I'm here to assist the IUN in properly dismantling and decommissioning the wreckage of the Arsenal Bird here." Dr. Schroeder explains simply. "I'm quite familiar with some of the technology used in its construction, so my expertise was requested."

Huh, now that you mentioned it, it seemed the majority of the base's structure and activity was centered around an area just outside of Stonehenge. You could see floodlights and large tents in the distance, like some sort of construction yard.

"Going through all this trouble to salvage a wreck?" You frown.

"The Arsenal Birds were packed with next generation and exotic technologies." Dr. Schroeder points out. "It would be extremely dangerous if these were to fall into the wrong hands. Even destroyed, these components still pose a grave threat to peace."

"I guess that makes sense." You agree.

"Doctor." Georg interjects again as he nods to the side.

You shift your gaze to that direction, where you see a small squad of Osean soldiers marching up.

"Ah, I'm afraid my little break is over now." Dr. Schroeder sighs. "Please stop by lab tomorrow. I should have an update on your other matters."

"Um, sure thing." You nod blankly as Dr. Schroeder walks off with Georg.

As he disappears into the distance, you can't help but feel there was something familiar about Dr. Schroeder, as if he had some sort of resemblance to the Professor. Yeah, sure, they were both older intellectuals, but you felt a sort of mournful sorrow emanating from Dr. Schroeder, very much like the Professor at some times, especially when he recalls his Belkan War experiences.

Another chilly desert breeze blows, pulling you back into reality. You should probably get back before the temperature drops any further.

>Talk to Bandit about Schroeder.
>Go update Vicky about Copro.
>See what Misono and Orpheus are up to.
>Try to find Mead
>Other

>>3968677
>>See what Misono and Orpheus are up to.

>>3968677
>Go update Vicky about Copro.

The IUN is going to build their own Arsenal Bird aren't they

>>3968677
>Try to find Mead

>>3968665
I'd guess if it's not too damaging to the image, I think she'd be fine with one.

>>3968677
>Talk to Bandit about Schroeder.

>>3968677
>>See what Misono and Orpheus are up to.

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>>3968677
You decide to go see what Misono and Orpheus were up to. Last you saw, the three of them had wandered off together, in what you assume is them looking for whatever served as a watering hole in this remote desert base.

You find them soon enough, milling around a large tent set up next to a parked truck. You realize that it's some sort of improvised canteen, with tables and chair set up, and the truck being a mobile kitchen. You saw a number of soldiers and technicians present, either getting a late dinner or a few drinks. Naturally enough, Misono, Alanna, and Angela were there as well, having taken a table for themselves. It was already stacked with empty beer bottles, and the three pilots seemed to be in a deep discussion about something.

Sheesh, when the heck did they all get so chummy with each other...?

>Try and eavesdrop on them.
>Time to crash the party!
>Other

>>3968742
>Time to crash the party!

>>3968742
>Time to crash the party!

Jap, Belkans-in-denial, how do you do?

>>3968742
>Time to crash the party!
Misono should did get here fast.

>>3968742
>>Time to crash the party!

>>3968742
>>Time to crash the party!

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>>3968742
Heh, it would be nice to see their reactions when you crash their little celebration...

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>3968782
Milly...restraint.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>3968782
>19
welp

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>3968782

>>3968788
Clutch

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>>3968782
"Misono, how the hell did you get here so fast?" You ask as you slap your hand on her shoulder from behind.

At the exact same moment, there's a flash of light and in the space of that flash, Misono had drawn her sword, stopping the blade just inches from your throat.

"Oh, my apologies, you startled me for a moment, there!" Misono chuckles.

"Haha, suuuuuuure. I bet you were just waiting for an excuse to show off!" You grin.

Angela chortles at the sight while Alanna sighs loudly and shakes her head at your antics.

"No, but seriously, how are you here." You ask the question again.

"I simply borrowed a spare plane at the base and followed your path here." Misono says simply. A little too simply.

>"Borrowed," huh?
>Well, it's good to see you here!
>Other

>>3968797
>Well, it's good to see you here!

>>3968797
>>Well, it's good to see you here!

>>3968797
>Well, it's good to see you here!

I knew it.
The Nip has a wire .

>>3968797
>>"Borrowed," huh?

>>3968797
>Well, it's good to see you here!

>>3968797
>"Borrowed," huh?

>>3968797
>>"Borrowed," huh?

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>>3968797
"Well, it's good to see you here!" You continue patting Misono on the shoulder, deciding not to press any further. "So, does Bandit know you're here?"

"Ah, well...." Misono suddenly grows very bashful as she sheathes her sword. "I haven't actually had a chance to, yet."

"She's totally afraid he's gonna chew her out!" Angela cackles as she downs another beer.

"Quite concerned." Alanna nods in agreement.

"S-stop it!' Misono blurts.

Oh geez, the Ustians were actually bullying her!

>We should probably tell him.
>Eh, it can wait till the morning.
>Other

>>3968825
>Eh, it can wait till the morning.

>>3968825
>>Eh, it can wait till the morning.

>>3968825
>We should probably tell him.

>>3968825
>Eh, it can wait till the morning.

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>>3968825
"Eh, it can wait until morning, I guess." You shrug. "I doubt Bandit really needs to know right now. Misono's finally got a night off!

"I appreciate the concern, Milly." Misono nods politely.

"Hey hey, if that's the case, why don't you join us?" Angela's grin widens. "This place may be in bumfuck nowhere, but they're absurdly well supplied! All this beer is free!"

"Unfortunately." Alanna shakes her head.

>Sure, you could use a few drinks!
>Nah, you're a bit busy at the moment.
>You don't really need to drink to just hang out.
>Other

>>3968860
>You don't really need to drink to just hang out.

Moderation!

>>3968860
>Nah, you're a bit busy at the moment.

>>3968860
>Sure, you could use a few drinks!

I mean, one beer won't hurt. Or two. Milly is pretty hardened to the real shit so i presume basic ass beer won't faze her.

>>3968860
>Sure, you could use a few drinks!

>>3968860
>>Sure, you could use a few drinks!

Belkan Liver powers!

>>3968860
>>Sure, you could use a few drinks!

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>>3968860
"Well, if you're gonna offer, I might well take it up!" You grin as you take a seat at the maksehift table. "Show me what you've got!"

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>3968886
Here comes the snow!

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>3968886

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>3968886

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>3968886
I shall save us comrades

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>>3968886

>>3968892
Aw, man, even had the right filename, too.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>3968886

>>3968892
You get a promotion

>>3968899
No he doesn't, he's too late.

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>>3968886
However, you apparently take one more drink than you honestly should have, and your vision begins to blur as your senses are dulled. Everything becomes a whirlwind of alcohol and laughter.

Suddenly, your eyes snap open, and you find yourself lying in the sand, the harsh desert sun striking your face. Groaning, you slowly wake up, trying to make sense of what had happened. All you can honestly remember is having drinks with Misono, Alanna, and Angela...

>Damn, you're late! Better meet up with Bandit!
>See if Misono or Orpheus know what happened.
>Other

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>>3968924
>>Damn, you're late! Better meet up with Bandit!

>>3968924
>>Damn, you're late! Better meet up with Bandit!
Go before you're even more late!

>>3968924
>Damn, you're late! Better meet up with Bandit!

Man we really gotta start rolling better on these binges. Girl is losing her touch. Nat 1 gonna have us develop chronic alcoholism. Lol.

>>3968924
>Damn, you're late! Better meet up with Bandit!

>>3968924
>>Damn, you're late! Better meet up with Bandit!

>>3968924
>Damn, you're late! Better meet up with Bandit!

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>>3968924
You quickly scramble to your feet, brushing the loose sand off your clothes. Damn! You must have passed out and overslept! You didn't have any time to worry about the whereabouts of Misono or Orpheus right now.

You quickly jog over to the small knot of tents that served as temporary housing. The air is filled with the hum of jet engines as military cargo planes come and leave, delivering cargo and taking away bits and pieces of the slain Arsenal Bird.

However, upon arriving at the tent that was supposed to be assigned to you, you find a slightly cross Bandit waiting for you. Behind him was a rather embarrassed looking Misono, her head low in apparent shame.

"So, I heard you two were drinking rather heavily last night." Bandit says, his foot tapping in annoyance. "You do realize that we're currently on mission, and that this isn't a new or even temporary deployment?"

>It was totally Orpheus' fault.
>I've got no excuse.
>It's not like there's anything else going on out here anyways.
>Other

>>3968956
>I've got no excuse.

>>3968956
>>I've got no excuse.

>>3968956
>I've got no excuse.

Lol did Misono tattle

>>3968956
>>I've got no excuse.

>>3968956
>I've got no excuse.

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>>3968956
"I've got no excuse." You sigh.

"You're lucky I've got a bigger problem to deal with." Bandit grunts as he turns his gaze to Misono. "Apparently, Misono here appropriated a temporary replacement plane without the proper procedures."

"You mean she stole it." You summarize.

"Arguably, yes." Bandit puts a hand to his forehead. "Which means, I have bigger issues to worry about than some unauthorized drinking. Consider this a warning."

"Y-yes sir." You gulp.

"Anyways, it seems Mead wants you to meet her at the main salvage site." Bandit waves you off. "Go see what she wants."

Yeah... it was pretty clear Bandit was not having a good morning.

>Better get the hell outta here.
>Say something to help out Misono.
>Other

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>>3968972
>>Better get the hell outta here.

>>3968972
>>Better get the hell outta here.

>>3968972
>Better get the hell outta here.

>>3968972
>Better get the hell outta here.

>>3968972
>Say something to help out Misono.

>>3968972
>Say something to help out Misono.

I'm actually surprised she stole a plane. Misono struck me as the Rules type. Although she did have that Blood for the Blood God moment last session.
Is this a cry for attention? Maybe she feels left out since Vicky and Milly are both better? If so i feel shit for not advocating letting her in on the drone plot.

>>3968972
>>Better get the hell outta here.
RUN AWAY

>>3968972
>>Say something to help out Misono.

>>3968980
You bring up a good point. Switching.
>Say something to help out Misono.

>>3968972
>>Better get the hell outta here.

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>>3968972
You decide to hoof it the hell outta there. It was rare to see Bandit genuinely angry, and when he was, you didn't want to be around to see it. Looks like Misono's desire to stay with you was going to be her tragic undoing. You wonder what sort of horrible punishment Bandit would have in mind for her. Maybe polishing all the planes, or doing a hundred laps around the base, or even denying her ice cream ration. Such horrible possibilities!

You try not to think about it as you head over to the main salvage site. There, you could see the remains of the downed Arsenal Bird, now pretty much just a charred skeleton. Looks like the IUN salvage crews had been hard at work. There was hardly anything left of note.

It was also here that you were seeing lots of trailers and prefabricated structures, rather than the big tents closer to the airfield. Guess this was where all the fancy stuff and people were being kept at. You catch sight of Mead quickly enough, who seemed to be surveying some salvaged components from the Arsenal Bird with a crew of workers.

"Yeah, this looks like the part, all right. We better keep a close eye on this one-" Mead pauses when she catches sight of you."Oh! Milly! Sorry, I'm a bit busy at the moment. I'll meet you over at Dr. Schroeder's lab. It' just right over there!"

Mead points to one of the larger trailers. You head over, and see the familiar figure of Georg standing guard at the door. He gives you one look and steps aside. Guess he was told ahead of time to let you in. You just give him a silent, respectful nod before entering.

The first thing you notice is the music, playing softly from an honest to god vinyl record player. Looks like this Dr. Schroeder guy had some amount of taste. The music that was playing was some sort of soft, classical mournful tune. It felt rather familiar, like you had heard it before. In fact, now that you think of it, perhaps you had. You vaguely remember the Professor playing it in his office as well.

"Es werden kommen sanfte Regentropfen, wegzuwaschen unser Versagen, Scham und Trauer." Dr. Schroeder says simply as he turns from his workstation. "A classical Belkan song. The title of the song is Old Belkan for-"

"There Shall Come Soft Raindrops to Wash Away Our Failure, Shame, and Sorrow." You finish.

Dr. Schroeder raises an eyebrow, as if caught off guard.

"I'm quite surprised you knew that."

>I've always had a thing for history.
>I just have a passing knowledge of Old Belkan.
>I had a really good teacher.
>Other

>>3968991
>>I had a really good teacher.

>>3968991
>I had a really good teacher.

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>>3968991
>I had a really good teacher.

And Milly will succeed where he failed.

>>3968991
>>I had a really good teacher.

>>3968991
>I had a really good teacher.

>>3968991
>I've always had a thing for history.

>>3968991
>>I had a really good teacher.

>>3968991
>>I had a really good teacher.

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>>3968991
"I had a really good teacher." You grin. "Taught me almost everything I know, besides flying a plane."

"He must be quite the historian to be aware of Regentropfen." Dr. Schroeder nods. "It's only recently that I myself have come to appreciate its inspirations."

From what you can vaguely remember from the Professor's lectures, Regentropfen was composed all the way back in 1910, at the end of the Osean War, the first modern conflict between Belka and Osea. While the name of the composer was lost to time, it was generally understood Regentropfen was made as a response to the mass destruction of large swathes of Belka in the war. It marked the loss of an innocence Belka could never regain.

Not surprising the song had found a resurgence in the Belkan consciousness in the post Belkan War world.

>Ask him what he means by that.
>Let's get to business.
>Other

>>3969023
>Ask him what he means by that.

>>3969023
>>Let's get to business.

>>3969023
>Ask him what he means by that

Oh?

>>3969023
>Ask him what he means by that.

>>3969023
>>Ask him what he means by that.

>>3969023
>Ask him what he means by that.

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>>3969023
"If I may ask, what do you mean by that?" You blink curiously.

Dr. Schroeder takes a deep breath before speaking again.

"I don't know how much Mead told you. But I was once part of Grunder. No... more like an agent Grunder. Tasked with developing new wartime technologies and selling them to the highest bidder destabilize the world. To plunge it into chaos. And for a time, we succeeded. Everything had gone horribly right."

Dr. Schroeder takes a deep breath and leans back in his seat, suddenly looking very tired.

"When the global satellite network went down, the world was in true chaos. Nobody knew what was happening, or how to react. The information the world relied on to run itself simply disappeared. We thought that was what we wanted, but... something vastly more terrible and horrifying threatened to fill the vacuum."

"The drones." You conclude.

"Yes, ones of my own making." Dr. Schroeder nods. "Few people understand how close we were to an eternal state of war, run by immortal, uncaring machines."

Dr. Schroeder then stands up and strides over to the window of his lab, which overlooks the crater where the Arsenal Bird's corpse lies.

"I look upon the ruins left behind by this war and wonder. What thoughts were running through that nameless composer's mind when the Osean War ended? What did he see once the last shell was fired? What was he so ashamed of?"

He then places a hand against the glass of the window and sighs.

"Did the rain ever come to wash away his sins, or are we still waiting? Will it ever come? Perhaps what we've done is far too grave for any forgiveness."

>There's nothing to apologize for.
>I'm sure the rain will come someday.
>Maybe we don't deserve it.
>Other

>>3969056
>>I'm sure the rain will come someday.

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>>3969056
>There's nothing to apologize for.

The Milly response, assuming i read the conversation properly

>>3969056
>>I'm sure the rain will come someday.

>>3969056
>>I'm sure the rain will come someday.

>>3969056
>>I'm sure the rain will come someday.

>>3969056
>I'm sure the rain will come someday.

>>3969056
>>I'm sure the rain will come someday.

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>>3969056
You're silent for what feels to be a very, very long time. It almost felt like you were talking to the Professor again. Hung up on their past failures and regrets.

But the Professor was able to turn his life around. And Karla, too. And wouldn't you count, as well? Maybe there was still hope not just for Dr. Schroeder, but Belka, too.

"I'm sure the rain will come someday." You respond softly. "Maybe Regentropfen isn't inspired by despair, but by hope."

"Perhaps. It is certainly a legitimate interpretation of the song." Dr. Schroeder nods. He still keeps that serious expression, but you get the feeling a bit of that weight has been lifted off his shoulders. As if it was something he needed to hear from another Belkan. "But enough about music and philosophy. We've got quite a bit of work ahead of us."

Dr. Scrhoeder then sets down a laptop. A brand new, custom built one.

"Copro would like to meet you."

>And that's it for tonight! The thread will continue on Saturday, so stay tuned!

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>>3969094
Don't you worry Milly, we'll get it back.

>>3969101
SOUTH BELKA NOT NORTH OSEA

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>>3969094

>>3969101
>>3969103
Here's hoping for Salvation for the Belkan People.

>>3969372
>Milly's face when she finally shoots down the Raven.

>>3969949
lewd

>>3970272
pretty sure we'd be in a state of euphoria when it happens.

>>3970517
We all know that taking out enemy planes probably gives her more euphoria than sex.

>>3970642
>implying Milly isn't a blushing virgin

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>>3969094
"Shit, really?" You blink, leaning in towards the activated laptop.

GREETINGS, MILLY

The electronic letters scrawl across the screen. Was it... really talking to you?

"Um, hi?" You blink.

DOCTOR SCHROEDER HAS AUTHORIZED YOU TO BE MY NEW USER.

"Is that okay?" You glance to Dr. Schroeder.

"It's perfectly within the law, as long as it acts in a support capacity." Dr. Schroeder nods. "Of course, there's no way of integrating it into your plane without having to inform your squadron commander. But you can keep it around in this form as a tactical aid."

"Well, what are the benefits?" You ask, genuinely curious.

"If integrated into your plane, Copro can assist you in all of its functions, allowing you to focus more on your flying than other... extraneous tasks." Dr. Schroeder explains. "Keeping it in its portable form, it can provide you combat simulations and data analysis. Quite useful if you have certain rival aces you want to learn more from."

Hm, well if you wanted to upgrade your plane with the AI, you'd have to pass it by Bandit first. Or, you could just keep it as a portable laptop and he didn't need to know...

>You want it to provide flight assistance.
>You want it provide tactical assistance.
>Other

>>3970690
>You want it provide tactical assistance.
What next, uploading your brain into a computer and using that to fly a plane?

>>3970690
>You want it to provide flight assistance.

>>3970690
>>You want it to provide flight assistance.

>>3970690
>>You want it provide tactical assistance.

>>3970690
>You want it provide tactical assistance.

This is our secret weapon against IUN spooks.

Also all in favor of finally filling Misono at next chance?

>>3970690
>>You want it provide tactical assistance.

>>3970690
>You want it provide tactical assistance.

>>3970690
Define extraneous tasks of a plane.

>>3970690
>>You want it provide tactical assistance.

>>3970743
I'd assume things like operating weapon systems, or detecting targets.

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>>3970690
"I think tactical assistance is just fine." You say. "I'm already a great enough pilot by myself, you know."

"Perhaps." Dr. Schroeder nods as he folds the laptop up puts it in a carrying case, and hands it to. "Then I will entrust it to you. Please take good care of it."

"Oh, I will." You nod. "And what about the G-suit?"

"I have a set ready at the hangar. I'll meet you there, since I have a few more matters to take care of." Dr. Schroeder explains.

>Go tell Vicky the good news.
>Take the chance to get a look at the Arsenal Bird's wreck.
>Head straight for the hangar.
>Other

>>3970820
>Go tell Vicky the good news.

>>3970820
>>Go tell Vicky the good news.
I hope Copro doesn't mind not being able to fly for now.

>>3970820
>Go tell Vicky the Good News

>>3970820
>>Go tell Vicky the good news.

>>3970820
>Go tell Vicky the good news.

>>3970827
Well we can always install him later on in an emergency. Danger in putting him in a single plane so soon is if we lose the craft he's bones

>>3970820
>Take the chance to get a look at the Arsenal Bird's wreck.

>>3970847
Is he really any safer being a laptop in a war zone? I see where you're coming from, but I feel he's more vulnerable as a laptop. Especially if we encounter a group like in Ace Combat 5 iirc, there were children who were causing problems for the people who invaded Gracemaria. The game where everyone was going "Go dance with the Angels".

>>3970820
>Take the chance to get a look at the Arsenal Bird's wreck.
Gotta get a piece.

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>>3970820
You decide to take the chance to head back to the temporary quarters to let Vicky know how things were going.

"Vicky!" You say, stepping up to her borrowed tent. "Guess what I got?"

"Is it really operational?" Vicky gasps.

"Take a look!" You grin as you take out the laptop and open it up.

GREETINGS. I AM COPRO.

"Wooooooow!" Vicky's eyes practically shine. "A fully functional AI! This is amazing!"

PLEASE IDENTIFY.

"Oh, um, I'm Vicky!" Vicky replies to the text prompt.

VICKY. YOU ARE NOT A RECOGNIZED USER. LOCKING FUNCTIONS.

"W-what?!" Vicky squeaks, crestfallen.

"Hey, hey! Copro! Vicky's totally trustworthy!" You blurt out.

CONFIRM VICKY AS REGISTERED USER?

"Yes!" You nod.

ACKNOWLEDGED. VICKY ADDED TO REGISTERED USER DATABASE.

"Hmmm." Vicky narrows her eyes as she leans in. "This computer should be sound capable. Can you not generate a voice?"

THAT SETTING HAS NOT BEEN ENABLED. PERSONALIZED SETTINGS HAVE NOT BEEN SET.

"Oooooh." Vicky's eyes gleam. "Totally customizable! I love it!"

Sheesh, Vicky seemed a bit too enthusiastic about all this...

>Let Vicky play around with it.
>Maybe Vicky needs some supervision...
>Other

>>3970916
>Maybe Vicky needs some supervision...

>>3970916
>>Maybe Vicky needs some supervision...
definitely don't leave her alone with it

>>3970916
>>Maybe Vicky needs some supervision...

>>3970916
>Maybe Vicky needs some supervision...

>>3970916
>Maybe Vicky needs some supervision...

>>3970916
>>Let Vicky play around with it.

>>3970916
>Let Vicky play around with it.

Just try not to alter their personality too much.

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>>3970916
"Hey now, Vicky, let's dial it back a bit." You put a hand on her shoulder. "

"W-what are you talking about?" A bead of sweat drops down Vicky's forehead.

"I don't think I can trust leaving you alone to fiddle with Copro's settings." You grunt.

AGREED.

"You're taking Milly's side, too?" Vicky groans. "I guess that should be expected of him...or her?"

>Him
>Her
>Do AIs even care about gender?
>Other

>>3970997
>Him

>>3970997
>>Do AIs even care about gender?

Might as well just throw in a unisex name like Alex, Morgan, Carol, or the like.

>>3970997
>Do AIs even care about gender?

>>3970997
>>Do AIs even care about gender?

>>3970997
>>Do AIs even care about gender?

>>3970997
>Do AIs even care about gender?

>>3970997
>Him

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>>3970997
"Do AIs even care about gender?" You raise an eyebrow.

"Well, it's more four our benefit. We have to have an easy way to refer to them." Vicky sighs. "And what about the name? Copro, well, doesn't really roll off the tongue, you know?"

>Copro is fine.
>We should name it (specify).
>Other

>>3971047
>We should name it (specify).
>swordfish

>>3971047
>Other
>Swallow

Like our teach

>>3971047
>We should name it (specify).

How about using one of Mihaly's many many names?

>>3971047
Supporting >>3971058

>>3971047
>Red
It fits.

>>3971047
>>We should name it (specify).

>>3971058
>>3971061
Could go for either one.

>>3971047
>We should name it (specify).
>>3971058

>>3971058
>>3971047

How about Robin, while we're at it?

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>>3971047
All right, so just to confirm, you want to rename Copro to Swallow?

>Y
>N

>>3971094
>Y

>>3971094
yey

>>3971094
>>Y

>>3971094
Y

At least they can switch between different voices now.

>>3971094
>Affirmative

>>3971094
>>Y

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>>3971094
"I guess we can call it Swallow." You grin, remembering the Professor's old callsign.

AFFIRMATIVE. DESIGNATION CHANGED TO "SWALLOW"

"Damn, it's fast!" You laugh and then glance at your watch. Shit! You were gonna be late for the G-suit meeting! "Vicky, I gotta go!"

"Don't worry, I'll keep optimizing Swallow here!" Vicky assures you.

"No funny business, okay?" You narrow your eyes.

"Yes, yes, no funny business." Vicky sighs.

Satisfied, you jog out of the tent and make your way towards the hangars. Sure enough, you could see poor Misono polishing down the squadron's planes under Bandit's overbearing supervision. Yeah, best to stay away from that mess. However, you do not the presence of an F-4 painted in IUN colors. Guess that was the plane Misono "borrowed" to catch up to you all.

You reach the main hangar, where you see Dr. Schroeder already waiting for you. On the table in front of him was another steel case.

"Ah you're here. Here is the G-suit as promised." He nods. "I made it to the specifications Mead provided to me. I do hope they are a comfortable fit."

You pick up the flightsuit and take a look at it. It certainly looked like a much... tighter fit than you were used to.

"Um, are you sure this is the right size?' You gulp.

"This type of G-suit is not one size fits all. It does require close skin contact to work properly." Dr. Schroeder says dryly. "If you are concerned about privacy, there is a changing room right over there."

>W-well, it's not like anybody else is around right now.
>Maybe you can try it on later...
>Other

>>3971136
>>W-well, it's not like anybody else is around right now.

>>3971136
>W-well, it's not like anybody else is around right now.

>>3971136
>W-well, it's not like anybody else is around right now.

I just hope we don't overheat.

>>3971136
>>W-well, it's not like anybody else is around right now.
>other
>>pervert

>>3971136
>>W-well, it's not like anybody else is around right now.

>>3971140
At least a small T-shirt or tubetop should be fine, right?

>>3971136
>W-well, it's not like anybody else is around right now.

>>3971136
>>W-well, it's not like anybody else is around right now.

>>3971136
>>Other
How did you measure my sizes?

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>>3971136
W-well, it's not like anybody else is around right now, right? You bashfully take the G-suit and shuffle over to the changing room. Best to get this over with quickly...

>Roll 1d20

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>>3971167

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>>3971167
Thankfully, you manage to get yourself into the G-suit. It actually fit really well. A little TOO well, actually. How the hell did Mead get your measurements?

Well, in either case, you walk out of the changing room, clad in your black, almost skintight G-suit. Thankfully, the material was insulated, so you weren't at the mercy of the elements, despite how thin the material looked.

"Excellent, it looks like it fits." Dr. Schroeder nods, not even missing a beat. "Now, how about a quick flight test to see if it works properly?"

Wait, that meant going over to your plane. The same plane that you would have to pass both Misono and Bandit to reach...

>You can totally this!
>Noooooope.
>Other

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>>3971186
>You can totally this!

>>3971186
>>>You can totally this!

>inbd we accidentally this

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>>3971186
>>You can totally this!

Belkan Stoicism ACTIVATE!

Also, please don't stare at our ass.

>>3971186
>You can totally this!

>>3971186
>>You can totally this!

>>3971186
>>Noooooope.

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>>3971186
>Noooooope

Maybe the long way around could be better?

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>>3971186
You could totally do this! Totally!

All you had to do was drum the courage to walk past Bandit and Misono! Absolutely no problem!

Ooooooor, you could find a way to skirt around them. That was a totally legitimate option, too!

>Just go through
>Sneak around.
>Other

>>3971229
>>Just go through
NO FEAR

>>3971229
>Sneak around.

Maybe borrow a tarp, or hoodie.

>>3971229
>Just go through

>>3971229
>Just go through

>>3971229
>go through
>other
>a la fashion show

>>3971229
>Sneak around.

>>3971229
>>Sneak around.

>>3971229
>>Sneak around.

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>>3971229
Looks like we've got a tie so we'll have to roll it off!

1. Go
2. Sneak

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>>3971253
Ah, screw it! You were gonna have to show them sooner or later, so you just march directly to your Su-47, witnesses be damned! Annoyingly enough, Dr. Schroeder follows you, tablet in hand as if he were observing every single one of your movements. Now that you think about it, he probably was.

Bandit is the first to notice you, and to his credit, he doesn't really visibly react besides raising his eyebrow ever so slightly.

"Quite the interesting wardrobe choice you have there, Red." He says simply.

"Just helping this guy test some new stuff." You grumble.

"Indeed. I've developed next generation G-suits for your entire squadron." Dr. Schroeder explains. "It's a new type the IUN wants to have rolled out to all of its pilots eventually. You'll be some of the first to get the production versions."

"Interesting." Bandit nods.

You, meanwhile, were just wilting under Bandit's casual stare. Just what was running through his mind, seeing you like this?

"Oh my, it's quite the daring statement!" Misono pokes her head out from behind Vicky's Gripen. "It must have taken quite a lot of courage to wear that, Milly!"

>You're damn right it does.
>I don't wanna talk about it.
>Other

>>3971263
>I don't wanna talk about it.

>>3971263
>>I don't wanna talk about it.

>>3971263
>Other
You're next, Misono.

>>3971263
>You're damn right it does.
Milly has enough courage to hold the whole of the Belkan Federation on her wings.

>>3971263
>You're damn right it does.
but also supporting >>3971271

>>3971263
>>You're damn right it does.
Milly is bold and furious!

>>3971263
>I don't wanna talk about it.

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>>3971263
"You're damn right it does." You pout. "Besides, you're gonna be next, Misono!"

"And I am quite looking forward to it!" Misono beams smugly. "It would certainly make me look very much like a kunoichi!"

"A what now?" You frown.

"That's enough, both of you." Bandit interjects. "You both obviously have things to be doing. Misono, you still have plenty of plane to polish. Red, go get whatever testing you need done."

"Right away, Boss!" You snap off a quick salute and continue on to your plane.

"That man... he's Belkan as well." Dr. Schroeder observes.

"Well, yeah. We started off as a Belkan Air Force squadron." You explain. "Picked up a couple other pilots when we got transferred into the IUN."

"Interesting." Dr. Schroeder nods. "Anyways, let's proceed with the tests."

You drop into the cockpit of your Su-47 and lean back in the seat.

"Now, simulated testing isn't going to give us enough data. We'll need to see how you perform under actual G-forces. Is that all right with you?" Dr. Schroeder's voice buzzes through your radio.

"I got it." You nod. "Do some maneuvers, don't get myself killed."

"You're free to choose either a mock air battle or freestyle maneuvering. Whichever you feel most comfortable with." Dr. Schroeder continues.

>Mock battle.
>Freestyle maneuvering.
>Other

>>3971288
>Freestyle maneuvering.
Time for some PSM.

>>3971288
>Freestyle maneuvering.

>>3971288
>>Freestyle maneuvering.

>>3971288
>Freestyle maneuvering.

>>3971288
>>Freestyle maneuvering.

>>3971288
>Mock battle.

>>3971288
>>Freestyle maneuvering.

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>>3971288
"I'm just gonna do some aerial maneuvers." You reply. "Nothing too fancy or threatening."

"Of course. I'll leave things up to your discretion." Dr. Schroeder days simply before the radio is cut off.

>Roll 1d20

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>>3971319

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>>3971319
It's not long until your plane is zooming through the sky, performing a variety of sharp turns, loops, and tricks. All the while, Dr. Schroeder remained silent but on point, quietly observing your maneuvers and the data rolling in via connection to the suit.

Finally, after about half an hour of maneuvers, you're finally told to land. On the ground, you go meet up with Dr. Schroeder again.

"There don't appear to be any major faults with the system. It should work to protect you against G-forces." Dr. Schroeder nods. "Did you feel anything strange or particular during the test?"

"Nothing at all." You shake your head as you pinch at the flightsuit. "You sure that this thing really makes a difference?"

"I assure you, it will." Dr. Schroeder insists. "In either case, it looks like your suit will only truly be found worthy in the heat of an actual battle."

He then turns to another suitcase at his feet.

"I already distributed sample suits the two members of your squadron that were here. This is for your fourth and final member."

Oh boy, VICKY wearing these form fitting flightsuits? Haha, it would be interesting to see her reactions to THAT. At least, that's what you're thinking as you pick up the case.

>Give it to Vicky yourself so you can bully her over it.
>Just have Bandit give it to her.
>Other

>>3971348
>Give it to Vicky yourself so you can bully her over it.

>>3971348
>>Give it to Vicky yourself so you can bully her over it.

>>3971348
>Just have Bandit give it to her.

>>3971348
>>Give it to Vicky yourself so you can bully her over it.

>>3971348
>>Give it to Vicky yourself so you can bully her over it.

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>>3971348
"Don't worry, I'll make sure it gets to her." You assure Dr. Schroeder.

"Excellent. Now I must return to my responsibilities." Dr. Schroeder nods to you. "Please take good care of Copro. And be careful out there."

"Don't worry, I will." You promise.

And with that, Dr. Schroeder takes his leave, headed back to his lab to do whatever research he was performing.

You, on the other hand, return to your temporary quarters, where you change out of your G-suit. You then head over to Vicky's quarters, where she was still fiddling with Swallow.

"Hey Vicky! Great news!" You grin as you hold up the case. "You're getting new equipment!"

"Huh? Really?" Vicky turns from her work. "What is it?"

"See for yourself!" You snicker as you open the case and present her G-suit.

"W-w-w-what the heck is that?!" Vicky stammers.

"It's a new state of the art flightsuit!" You say. "Practically skintight and form fitting! It'll feel like you're wearing nothing at all!"

"B-b-b-but, I want to feel like I'm wearing something!" Vicky blubbers.

>It's totally mandatory, Vicky. Trust me!
>Dohohoho, scared it'll show your figure?
>Other

>>3971369
>It's totally mandatory, Vicky. Trust me!

>>3971369
>>Dohohoho, scared it'll show your figure?

>>3971369
>>Dohohoho, scared it'll show your figure?

>>3971369
>Dohohoho, scared it'll show your figure?

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"Dohoho, scared it'll show off your figure?" You giggle.

"Th-that's not it!' Vicky protests, her face already turning red.

"Hey, don't worry! The whole squadron is getting them, so we'll get to see every single little detail of each other!" You continue.

"That's horrible!" Vicky whimpers. "I... I don't want to be thought of as a girl with low morals!"

"We can have low moral together!" You laugh, casually tossing the G-suit to her.

"This is horrible!" Vicky groans, finally accepting her fate.

IT SERVES A VERY PRACTICAL FUNCTION. I BELIEVE YOU WILL LOOK VERY NICE IN IT

"Quiet, Swallow! Nobody asked you!" Vicky snaps at the computer.

You can't help but burst out into laughter. You could get used to having Swallow around, that's for sure...

>And that's it for tonight! As always, next thread is next week, so don't miss it!

>>3971378
Thanks for the run Merc!

>>3971378
Thanks for running

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>>3971378
See you next time, Merc!