Home. Home was across an ocean, on a different continent in the middle of nowhere…. and really wasn’t anything special. Heligoland base wasn’t home. But it was close enough, and for the Marine squadrons in Europe, it was where we went back to at the end of the day, if you came back at all. But, here you were, still in one piece. You’re tired and about ready to snap, sure, but you are alive. Tea Drinking Station might not be the most luxurious or safest place to be deployed, but it sure as hell beat slumming in the FOB’s with the poor fuckers in the Army. At least you could count on a cot and some serious drinking tonight.
You and Foss staggered out of your Avenger with half muffled swears and a bit of disgust as you finally got to experience the stench of dried and fried BETA up close. Flakes of dried blood actually got inside the cockpit itself as it opened. Pam would probably make you wash your Avenger down too, and boy, you weren’t looking forward to that. Fucking Pam. Now that you were outside, you had the whole picture of just what the hell your machine looked like after that battle, and boy, did it look rough.
Bits of paint were scraped off from shrapnel and fragments of Destroyer carapace that had impacted it, but the armor is still pretty much pristine and untouched. Not a scratch had made it through to do anything more than a bit of superficial damage here and there. The cockpit and one of your Avenger’s arms was entirely covered in that red-purple color BETA blood dried into, thick and still smelling like garbage even a few hours after the fact. Bits and chunks of BETA were stuck to it too, and looking down towards the feet you could see something oozing out from under one of them.
“I should tell Pam that she should see what happened to the other guy,” you grumble to Foss, before clapping your RIO on the back and making a beeline to try and escape the hanger before that force of nature known as a pissed off crew chief made herself present. Foss was going to have to deal with that himself, you needed to get either some caffeine, real food, or a shower. Or all three at fucking once before you could even function properly as a human being. Everything else could wait.
[ ] Food
[ ] Shower
[ ] Coffee
Michael Howard
>meme image kill urself my man
Ian Brown
>[ ] Food >[ ] Shower >[ ] Coffee All three at once because PILOT
Christian Thomas
[ ] Shower
Ethan Sanchez
[] Shower, because everyone needs a good shower to just let the worries wash the fuck off
Brandon Roberts
Also am I the only one who imagines that everyone at base calls her "Pam the RAM" behind her back because she'll RAM your face hard into it if you fuck up one of her babies (TSF/A's)?
Bentley Anderson
Votes called, writing
Jayden Gutierrez
So hows your week been Raptor? Kill any fort classes or rebel Japanese?
Aiden Phillips
>[ ] Shower
After that sort of fucking nightmare of a day, you needed to clean yourself off. Stumbling past Malinowski and Schultz as they got out of their own Avenger, you headed straight for the locker room, not even giving the Captain a salute. Not that she really minded, not after all the time you’d been flying together. Hopefully you wouldn’t run into anyone that actually needed you to show respect today because you were flat fucking out of fucks to give until you either got that fucking shower, or drunk out of your skull.
The lockers were empty, and you grabbed a towel as you started to strip off the fortified suit you’d spent most of the day and night in, unclasping the collar, foot, shoulder and arm pieces that secured it to your body. After that you shook your hands free of the interface sleeves, pulling them free of your arms and stepping out of the dark blue outer body glove. Tugging the neck collar back off and over your head, you stripped out of the long aquamarine under layer, wrapping yourself in the towel as you hung the two parts of the suit back up. Shuffling into the nearest stall, you tossed the towel over the curtain rod and turned the water as hot as it could go – lukewarm.
You let yourself slump against the wall, water cascading down your back. Today wasn’t a good day. Today you’d decided that it was kinder to kill your fellow Marines rather than try and save them. And nobody, nobody you were flying with would say or even hint that it was the wrong thing to do. You still felt like utter shit about it, alone with just the sound of running water. Silver-2 was dead, because of a choice you made. At the very least though you gave them a quick death rather than what fate awaited them.
Jose White
Fuck this war. Fuck it, fuck them all. You punched the wall, before starting to soap down and wash off, even this lukewarm water a fucking luxurious feeling after all that time stuck in the Avenger.
Toweling down after your shower, you change into your general wear for any pilot stuck on Tea Drinking station: BDU pants and a long-sleeved if thin shirt. The spray from the sea got everywhere, and even at the height of the summer the wind could chill to the bone out here in the North Sea. You just get finished tying your boots on as the rest of the flight arrives, Malinowski and Foss shooting you a nod as you walk out of the locker room. Looks like Pam found them first. “She’s looking for you now Fischer. Better lay low.” Malinowski’s thick polish accent had given you trouble at first, but now you barely noticed it when talking with him.
[ ] Thanks for the heads up
[ ] Where’s the Captain?
Kayden Turner
>[ ] Thanks for the heads up
Lucas Turner
>Where’s the Captain?
Liam Martin
[]Thanks for the heads up Now we just have to avoid "Pam the Ram" like the stinger of a fort class
Henry Bell
>[ ] Thanks for the heads up
Christian Wilson
[ ] Where’s the Captain?
Evan Gomez
Writing
Jeremiah Walker
>[ ] Thanks for the heads up
“She’s pissed huh?” you say, scratching an itch. “Then well, I’ll keep an eye out. Thanks Maliowski.”
You shut the door behind you before Foss can speak. You’ve had enough of his sarcastic shit today. Now, time to avoid the wrath of the most feared presence short of the General for those poor unfortunate souls stuck on Tea Drinking Station: Pam on the warpath. Ducking out of the lockers, you half sprinted out of the general vicinity of the hangers, taking the long way around, switching paths occasionally just to make sure you could actually shake her. Maybe her terrier instincts wouldn’t catch you this time, and maybe pigs would be able to fly, or the BETA would turn out to be trying to give us hugs instead of being all consuming monsters from beyond the stars. You’d tried to escape the wrath of Pam before, and it hadn’t ended well once she finally cornered you. Oiling up the joints of your TSF with that special coating had taken nearly a day. And she’d said you’d gotten off lightly that time.
Still, you clung to that faint hope that maybe there was someone else she was stalking, and that your trail had gone cold already. Then out of the corner of your eye, you spotted movement. Clever girl. She was trying to cut off your escape route to the PX where you could hide in the crowd. Pam doesn’t have you in her harpy like clutches yet though, and if you’re quick this time you might just break free.
[ ] CRAZY IVAN
[ ] Activate ECM
[ ] Low and fast, nape of the earth
Robert Garcia
>[ ] Low and fast, nape of the earth >crazy ivan is only good for when we're already cornered. We need sneeki breeki
Luke Hall
[ ] Activate ECM
Thomas Young
>[ ] Activate ECM G H O S T T A R G E T S
Carter Thomas
>Low and fast, nape of the earth, and when all else fails, Crazy Ivan
Joshua Thomas
Actually change mine to >activate ECM, then fast and low, nape of the earth
Carter Miller
Working on a post now.
Ryder Baker
>[ ] Activate ECM
>[ ] Low and fast, nape of the earth
Now here you are, hunter and the agile prey, winner take all. Pam is closing in on you now, but she’s probably not entirely sure of where exactly you are right now. You’re also pretty sure Pam’s vision is based on movement, or she can sniff out the desperate pleas of pilots hoping to escape her wrath. Either way, once you move she’ll know where you are, and if you don’t move she’ll find you eventually. So trying to make yourself as small as possible, you start jogging down a nearby hallway in a different direction.
“GOT YOU NOW YOU LITTLE SHIT” Pam bellows, as you take off running, “STOP FUCKING RUNNING SO I CAN TEAR YOU A NEW ASSHOLE!”
Yeah, no. Pivoting around you sprint off in the direction of the PX faster than Pam can round the corner in her chase. You’re almost home free, and as you enter the promised land of horrible rations you slide under one of the tables at high speed, between the legs of a baffled looking RAF officer. Crawling as fast as you can, you can hear Pam’s heavy footsteps as she circles around like a shark, trying to pick you out of the crowd. You stay as quiet as possible, letting your sounds be masked by the general noises of the mess hall.
It feels like years under the table, heart beating a marathon out against your ribs as you wait until the coast is clear of vengeful and crazy chiefs. Finally, you perform an up periscope, sticking your head out from under one of the empty spots in the long benches. Clear. Pulling yourself onto the bench and taking a seat, you take a quick look at just who you happened to end up next to.
Anje’s surprised face looks back at you, a spoonful of soup stuck midway between her bowl and her mouth.
Blake Harris
“Yo.” You say in English, swiping a piece of fruit off her tray and taking a bite. “How’s it going?”
She finally breaks out of her stupor, stuttering out something in German a little too softly for you to catch.
[ ] Engage bully-commissar protocols
[ ] Ask her to repeat herself
[ ] Do nothing but stare at her with an all American grin
Anthony Cooper
[x] engage in head pats.
Jonathan Foster
[ ] Engage bully-commissar protocols
Thomas Johnson
If it makes you happy you can interpret this as a vote to bully her.
Jose Moore
>Engage bully-commissar+headpat protocol.Exe
Also fucking loved the whole "you're pretty sure her vision is based on movement bit" had me going
Gavin Barnes
Why not both?
Grayson Edwards
Both is good.
Angel Walker
[X] Engage bully-commissar protocols
Eli Torres
This
Luis Brooks
See, this way everyone (except Anje) wins! And perhaps we earn points towards a sweet DDR Waifu!
Eli Hill
>Bullying with Headpats is winning
I'm... I'm not sure I can write the cute. But I'll try.
Nicholas Cook
TSFs get out reeeeee I mean, Hog when?!
Nicholas Bailey
There is no try, there is only DO IT FAGGOT
Jason Evans
>tfw don't have the webm of that one tank in SM drifting and styling all over the BETA while shitting hot fury all over their inferior asses Feels bad
Grayson Harris
You can do it Raptor-Chan! Your French (Canadian) TSF Senpai Rafale believes in you! Just don't have Pam show up until TOMORROW
Adam Turner
[ ] Engage bully-commissar protocols
Going to have to go with this. Some head patting, maybe, but only as part of a combined arms approach.
Logan Lopez
We shall show those eastern German commie bastards a thing or two about american style headpats! FOR THE DEMOCRACY!!!
Leo Sanchez
Say when does the Schwarzesmarken OST drop?
Luis Smith
I think the games was released a while ago (the show I'm not sure about)
Oliver Murphy
Raptor, you should have 10 minute voting periods instead of whatever you're doing right now.
Oliver Evans
Raptor has been shot down, post dense harem protags
Ian Richardson
I've suggested this before. And whilst he did that last week, he seems to have forgotten about it this week
Xavier Hall
I did have a 15 minute period
I just finished writing.
Asher Long
>Engage in Bullying/Headpats for the DDR
“W-why were you under the table!?” she finally squeaks out, her voice rather quiet compared to the noise around you. She’s eating alone, again. The rest of the 18th Squadron is at a separate table from their political officer, shooting you grins as they chatter happily in German with a West German squadron of A-10 pilots also stationed here.
You switch over to German to make her feel a bit more comfortable. Bullying her in her native language was also more fun anyway. “Escaping the wrath of God, commie, that’s what I was doing.”
You steal more of the orangish slices off her tray as she looks on, unable or unwilling to stop your capitalist land grab of the vital resources for the proletariat. You used your ration chit on that shitty pocket-sandwich back on the carrier, and you needed at least something in your stomach before you got to drinking with Schultz. Dodging roll call to puke your guts out in the toilet wasn’t going to be an option, considering the situation. “So, you’re left alone again Party Officer Vogel? Tried to prevent fraternization?”
“I-I just was acting in ac-c-cordance with the mandates of the p-p-arty.”
She finally downs the spoonful of soup, her tiny body slouching over the tray. How the hell she was picked to be a commissar was anyone’s guess. Probably because it wasn’t like the East Germans really needed them anymore. Hell, what fucking squadrons did they even have left that weren’t pretty much legacy units incorporated into the Bundswehr in all but name? Hers and a handful of others, that was all that was left of the NVA. A meek girl like this fit that fact perfectly.
“The party mandated you to be a buzzkill? Communism, not even once.” You say, finishing off the oranges you took. “Anje, it’s a fucking big day for the whole EU you know.”
“I-I-I know.”
Matthew James
God, comparing how she sounded in the MiG-29 to how she sounded now was almost kind of a little bit sad. All her confidence and usual attitude was out the window. You put your hand on her head, patting it.
Anje doesn’t make a move to stop you, almost leaning into the affection. The burgouise have scored a victory over the forces of the revolution. Truly, Stalin is rolling in his grave as you give the East German commissar even more head pats.
“Did you lose anyone today?” You have to ask the question, no matter how morbid. Even if you know mentally that your squadron isn’t the only one taking casualties, you need to know for your own sanity. Or interest. One of the two.
“Jakob, Hans, and Lise,” Anje says quietly, trying to hide her face from you. You let her. If she needs to cry alone, she can cry alone. You stop yourself from saying “Better Red than Dead.” She’s not in a mood for jokes apparently.
[ ] I’m sorry.
[ ] Need a drink?
[ ] We lost two
Aiden Brown
ALL HAIL THE GLORIOUS PARTY
>[ ] Need a drink? WHEN WITH WEST GERMANS, YOU CAN'T NOT DRINK
Jace Gutierrez
>I'm sorry for your loss. Propose a toast to those lost in battle, and to a bright (Democratic) future earth free from the BETA (and commies)
But ours are two-seater, so we're still better off on Trauma Points.
Joshua Roberts
>[ ] Need a drink?
You wait, just letting her get herself together a bit more before speaking again. “You look like you could use one hell of a stiff drink.”
Anje looks at you, her eyes a little bit red but her face free of tears. She doesn’t say anything, instead just nodding as you pat her head more. It’s like petting a particularly sad puppy really. And plus, now you have a chaperone in case Schultz tries to rip your pants off. You continue, figuring that if Anje is going to speak, she’ll speak when she feels like it
“Well, I’ve got a bottle of good whiskey from the States I managed to smuggle into the base, and Schultz has another couple of things. Want to join us?”
Another nod, as she picks up her bowl of soup and just starts gulping it down. You get up from the table, walking towards the entrance. The commissar soon follows, and together you head for the pilot barracks on the other end of the base complex. Anje has to take two steps for every one you take just to keep up. After prying the bottle loose of the duct tape you’d used to secure it to the underside of your bed, you take Anje along with you down the hall to the corner room on the left. “Captain Laura Schultz” is displayed next to the Marine Corps emblem on the tag next to the door, and you knock firmly a few times before Laura finally opens the door.
The smell of booze immediately hits your nostrils. Looks like she got started a little early. So much for writing that letter.
Oliver Kelly
“Heeeeeey Fischer…” Schultz slurs out, before taking another swig directly from the bottle of whiskey she’d already cracked open. “I amanaged to get somma dat scoootch from the scotsmansish.” She was absolutely plastered. And she got plastered without you, the bitch. Schultz’s goofy smile grew wider as she saw Anje trying to hide behind you from the drunken monster of a woman in front of you.
“Heeeey, ish your buuuddy, dat german grill. Commere…” and with that Shultz wraps Anje in a bearhug, practically burying her face between her tits and holding her there despite Anje’s struggling attempts to get free before she suffocated. Schultz pulled Anje inside the room, and you follow, shutting the door behind you. Well. Looks like bringing a drinking buddy along saved you some headaches.
[ ] Drunk Schultz is unpredictable Schultz. Stay out of arms reach
[ ] Anje’s fine. Might as well figure out just how much booze Schultz has had
[ ] Attempt Rescue Operation
Jason Nguyen
>[ ] Attempt Rescue Operation No BUDDY left behind
Ethan Myers
>[ ] Attempt Rescue Operation
Owen Turner
>Attempt Rescue Operation "Twin Peaks Breach" We either save her, or both us and Anje suffocate between two mountains
Brayden Lee
[ ] Anje’s fine. Might as well figure out just how much booze Schultz has had
For... most values of the word. It might be good to know if Schultz is going to need a saline drip to be useful tomorrow.
William Price
[ ] Search Schultz 's quarters for classified information. We actually do need to know, and it's not like they'll tell us until it's too late.
>Is there even such a thing as running in the 80s?
No. That was the decade Top Gun came out, so anyone who needed to get anywhere quickly just used a supersonic jet fighter.
Christian Long
>[ ] Attempt Rescue Operation While at first you’re pretty content to just watch and grin at Anje’s predicament, especially at her muffled German that occasionally escaped Schultz’s bearhug, eventually enough was enough. Accidentally causing the incapacitation of a foreign officer through breast related trauma was not something you wanted on your record, or Schultz’s. Tapping the Captain’s shoulder, you finally get her attention.
“Laura, you need to let go. She’s sort of suffocating in there you know.”
Schultz giggles a little bit and squeezes her chest a little tighter against Anje’s face, another muffled cry slipping out from the commissar. “But, but, she’s so cuuuuute~” the Captain squeals out, letting go of Anje long enough for the small girl to take a deep long gasping breath of life. Then Schultz grabbed her again, and started pinching her cheeks.
“Shesh sosh TIIIIIINNYYYYYY~” she squeals out, her face flushed from the bottle of whiskey she downed without you. At least you could see the scotch bottle on her desk. And the vodka bottle. And that empty beer can. Shit, how the hell did she GET so much booze past the guards? You had to smuggle it in your Avenger and snatch it out while doing one of Pam’s punishment shifts for messing with her babies. Schultz practically had a whole liquor cabinet here. Anje was once again dragged into that marshmellow hell of Schultz’s chest, and finally, you grabbed Schultz’s arm and managed to barely pry the commissar free.
“Easy there Captain. You’re scaring her half to death.” You say, before being wrapped up in a massive hug yourself. Your world goes dark. Soft, but dark.
Jaxson Parker
“Awwww quit beeein such a baby Ficscher. Whhheeres dat drink ya promised me?” Schultz doesn’t seem to need you to answer, instead just holding you like you’d suddenly disappear.
“MMMMFFFF” you answer, tapping the bottle of whiskey against her shoulder in an attempt to tap out of this death grip. Luckily for you it works, and the distracted Captain lets you struggle free. Anje is shivering next to you, still gasping for breath. But at least none of you are in danger of suffocation now.
“Sosh, Anananana? Wasssh yaaa deal? Ya heeeear to driiink?” Schultz slurs out, popping open the scotch bottle with evident relish, and then handing it to you. The still full bottle of vodka ended up in Anje’s hands, already opened. “Den drink, drink cuz we’re all fuuuuucked yah? Yaaah need to aave some funnnn…”
[ ] Drink
[ ] Don’t drink
Isaac Garcia
Good god! Topgun with TSFs....
Landon Hill
D-D-DAAANGER ZONE~
Owen Brooks
Pretend to go along, but
>[ ] Don’t drink
Someone needs to remain in control of their facilities.
>You had to smuggle it in your Avenger
NOTE: We need to remember to use the reactor casing on the Avenger for smuggling contraband. No one is going to want to look in there, but WE know that it's completely safe.
Zachary Smith
>[ ] Drink
>I don't like you cause you're dangerous! >That's right! I am danger-- >piss.webm >AHH SCHEISSE
Nathan Wood
>[ ] Drink just a little, though?
John Cruz
I agree with all of this. Especially if we one day have to hide away a shy, tiny, defecting German commie -wink wink nudge fucking nudge"
Brandon Gray
>Drink, but to the point before we'd have a hang over in the morning, military, plus Pam still wants to decorate our avenger cockpit with a pair of "dice". So we'll need to have our wits about us
Jose Lopez
>Especially if we one day have to hide away a COMMUNIST INVADER
The problem with that stragety is that things like, say, liquor or gold bullion don't have genetic material or live tissue to be damaged by the radiation - a person (tor meat robot) would have those bits.
Magazine spaces might work. You could probably (almost) fit a (really small) person in a TSF mag slot. If we have larger ammo chambers for our 120mms or whatnot, that might be viable.
Caleb Allen
Actually nevermind, change my vote to >don't drink at all... Bad things happen when a big titied bitch and a shy flat chested girl get drunk together. And someone still needs to write those letters, as depressing as it sounds
David Foster
Only if Kenny loggens and that guy who's voices Archer sing it!
Justin Lewis
>And someone still needs to write those letters, as depressing as it sounds
Eh, we saw both of them go down. We could just get the standard stationary and scrawl MEDIOCRE on it in chrome paint and call it a day.
Matthew Miller
Vote is tied, going to extend time by five minutes.
>We could just get the standard stationary and scrawl MEDIOCRE on it in chrome paint and call it a day.
Yeaaaaah, no. You're not that much of a total asshole, though you are an asshole.
Wyatt Sullivan
Actually we killed two men. Their families atleast deserve to know what happened
Jason Martinez
What happens if it's still tied? Roll a dice between us and who ever gets higher win
Christopher White
>Teaching a Bong how to baseball Iowa and Ms. Baker pls
Ryder Ross
That's the plan.
Jackson Stewart
[ ] Drink But not near as much as Captain, we might die via suffocation. Also need to keep free from shenanigans
Caleb Morales
Votes called, writing
Connor Gomez
Fuck...
Isaiah Jenkins
ZA RODINA ZA KATYUSHA
Owen Harris
You take a nice, long swig of the scotch, savoring the taste and the burn as it goes down, still pretty smooth despite it. Anje chugs a bit of the vodka as well, following your example as she gets pulled onto Schultz’s lap and cuddled against her will. Despite her desperate look in your direction and pleading eyes, you’re not helping her out this time. Schultz is honestly scaring you at this point. You’ve never, never ever seen her like this. Usually she holds her liquor about as well as you do, which is pretty god damn fucking well. Instead she’s just… out of it.
Today really fucked you up, but it fucked her up even more. You don’t want to talk about it. The whole letter writing thing was probably an excuse by her to make you supervise her as she got fucking drunk out of her mind. The saddest thing was that she was your age, maybe a few months older, give or take, but you couldn’t imagine the responsibilities that had been forced onto her since Bremerhaven. And unlike you, she’d never shut herself off from the new blood. Laura had been firm, bitchy, and a solid pillar in your life since you two were the only ones left. You’d leaned on her, and she’d leaned on you. Now she really needed to lean on you, and that’s why you were letting Anje get pretty much treated like a new puppy by the Captain: bullying the commissar and helping your captain out at the same time. Win-Win.
Schultz nuzzled the commissar’s head before talking to you again. “Aaah, Fiiisher? Howwssat scotch?”
“It’s good,” you reply, taking another swig yourself. That’s about enough for tonight, considering that you and Malinowski will need to babysit Schultz tomorrow most likely. Well, he might not be needed with Anje here. Schultz motioned for you to hand over the bottle, and you did.
Jason Rivera
You regretted it nearly immediately as she rubbed Anje’s head. “Oppshen wiiiide~” Schultz said, before practically shoving half the bottle’s contents down Anje’s throat. The small East German woman coughed and spluttered, but chased the scotch down with another swig of vodka. After all, you and Schultz weren’t the only ones mourning a comrade here.
Antics like this continued over the next hour or so, Anje becoming tipsy remarkably fast, and Schultz with a bit of coaxing finally drank a canteen of water to soften her inevitable hangover the next morning. By hour two, Schultz was cradling the empty bottle of scotch, softly singing some kind of hymn as she lay on her bed. Anje was pretty far gone as well, swaying along to the voice of the Captain as she sang herself to sleep.
[ ] Keep watch through the night
[ ] Bring Anje back. Imagine if PAM found out about this.
