>>1915555
>>No, ma'am.

>>1915555
>>No, ma'am.

>>1915555
>No, ma'am

>>1915555
>No, ma'am.
Time for MMM.

>>1915555

>No, ma'am.

Art looks straight outta the 80's. Give my regards to the artist!

>>1915555
>>No, ma'am.
But internally thinking
>>I wasn't expecting a woman.

Aw yiss, time for some
NYAN NYAN
NYAN NYAN
NI HAO NYAN
GORGEOUS DELICIOUS DECULTURE

>>1915555
>>No, ma'am.

>>1915578
What's the timeframe, I wonder?

And this time it seems like we're not playing the little girl.

>>1915555
>>No, ma'am.

>>1915600
NUNS is mentioned, so we're at least into the Frontier phase now.

>>1915555
>>No, ma'am.
But internally thinking
>>I wasn't expecting a woman.

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>OP Art looks incredible
>like mecha
>Don't know enough about Macross to participate in a meaningful way.

Feels bad man

>>1915555
>>No, ma'am.
Woot! new Merc quest!

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>>1915630
It's actually rather easy to forget that the majority of humanity is descendant of clones.

But more importantly, time for skintight pilot suits!

>>1915644
That's never mattered man. You can just join in, Merc makes the choices easy even if you don't know the setting.

>>1915644
It's about fighters that turn into robots
It's about music and singing
It's about waifu wars and trolling.

Enjoy the ride.

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>>1915659
MELTRAN WAIFU WHEN

>>1915662
>>1915663
Sounds like my kinda party.

>>1915667
Though this shit just left me more confused.

>>1915667
Wtf have I been missing?

>>1915578
>Art looks straight outta the 80's. Give my regards to the artist!
Thanks! Was a fun piece to do.

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>>1915644
Here's a summary of the franchise, made while the latest series was about halfway done.

>>1915555
>No, ma'am.

Let's get this show on the road!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zjkXzHzUIGA

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>>1915555
"No ma'am." You say crisply and quickly, your military instincts kicking in.

And they most certainly saved you from blurting out some stupid question about her gender. True, female senior flag officers were rather rare in NUNS, but that didn't mean they didn't exist.

"Please, sit." She repeats herself, narrowing her eyes ever so slightly. A subtle warning that she wasn't going to humor you again.

You sit down in the lone chair, still facing Admiral Nelson. A quick scan of her uniform showed that outside of her rank insignia, there weren't any other medals or ribbons denoting her service. That either meant she was freshly promoted, or she didn't care to advertise her achievements.

"I will get straight to the point here, Pilot." Admiral Nelson leans forward. "I'm in need of a pilot for a rather... 'special' unit the NUNS is preparing. And you happen to meet all of the requirements."

"Ma'am?" You frown. "Permission to speak freely?"

She silently nods.

"I don't think I've done anything to warrant special attention from the brass." You frown. "Are you sure this isn't some kind of mistake?"

"Can you please recount to me your service history?" Admiral Nelson asks softly.

"Wouldn't you already have access to my file, ma'am?" You ask.

"I'd like to hear how you say it." She responds simply.

Well...

>You had pretty high marks in training, but you haven't had much experience beyond that.
>You've flown in a couple of campaigns against the Zentradi, but nothing too notable.
>You're actually not supposed to talk about it.
>Other

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>>1915703

>>1915721
>>You've flown in a couple of campaigns against the Zentradi, but nothing too notable.

>>1915721
>You've flown in a couple of campaigns against the Zentradi, but nothing too notable.

>>1915721
>You've flown in a couple of campaigns against the Zentradi, but nothing too notable.

>>1915721
>>You're actually not supposed to talk about it.

>>1915721
>>You had pretty high marks in training, but you haven't had much experience beyond that.
GREENHORN
GREENHORN

>>1915721
>>You're actually not supposed to talk about it.
>Ever
>On pain of death and execution

>>1915721
>>You're actually not supposed to talk about it.
[Classified]

>>1915721
>You're actually not supposed to talk about it.

>>1915721
>Other
We're a militia country bumpkin who fell into the cockpit and was surprisingly good at it.

Reminder that a Macross MC is not meant to be BEST PILOT and is for all intents and purposes interchangeable with a boiled potato.

Also that summary, will SPACE BELKA RISE AGAIN?

>>1915721
>>You're actually not supposed to talk about it.

>>1915721
>You've flown in a couple of campaigns against the Zentradi, but nothing too notable.

>>1915721
>You've flown in a couple of campaigns against the Zentradi, but nothing too notable.

Normal grunt represent

>>1915754
Ok a slight revision, include the part about the Zentradi, but only because of the falling into cockpit bit.

>>1915721
>>You're actually not supposed to talk about it.

>>1915721
>>You're actually not supposed to talk about it.

>>1915721
>>You're actually not supposed to talk about it.
>>Other
"They said I'd be courtmartialled if I ever mentioned a pineapple."

>>1915754
But what if we're surprisingly Max about it?

>>1915721
ok fine changing from >>1915735
to >>You're actually not supposed to talk about it.

>>1915786
Then we need a SPACE BELKA rival.

Who happens to be really hot.

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>>1915721
"Then you should know as well as I do that I'm not supposed to talk about it." You narrow your eyes.

"A very good answer, Pilot." The slightest hint of a smile creeps across Admiral Nelson's mouth. "It is that sort of discretion from NUNS Special Forces that we need."

"So what kind unit is this supposed to be?" You grunt. You never did like having your "black" career brought up. "Recon? Assassination? Rendition?"

"Tactical Sound." She says simply.

That... that sounded familiar. And then it hits you.

>Count me in.
>Oh HELL no!
>Other

>>1915819
>>Oh HELL no!

>>1915819
>>Oh HELL no!

>>1915819
>>Oh HELL no!

>>1915819
>>Other
WHUT

The most difficult assignment ever, being P-san

>>1915819
>Count me in.

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>>1915819
>Oh HELL no!

>>1915819
>Oh HELL no!

Another MercCommand quest, nice. As for the matter at hand, I'd rather not sing.

>>1915819
>>Oh HELL no!
>Never again, Never a-fucking-gain. I would rather go through the Fallen Eden scenario turned up to difficulty ten than do this.

Finally caught a Merc thread after what feels like a year of reading archives. Like VMQ 1 and 2, Ace Combat and Idols.

>>1915819
>Oh HELL no!

>>1915845
Or rather fight the Second Coming of Quamzin Kravshera than work with a group of self absorbed divas with no combat sense.

>>1915819
>>Oh HELL no!

>>1915819
>>Oh HELL no!

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>>1915857
Who knows, maybe the idols are also trained pilots?

>>1915819
>Oh HELL no! Ma'am!

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>>1915854
Then you realize that all those quests were leading up to this in a delicious mix of DECULTURE.

>>1915874
Or maybe we have to train a rookie to become a top idol/pilot, that is the path of Roy and we all know how it ends.

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>>1915819
"Oh no, oh HELL no!" You blurt. You knew the implications of a Tactical Sound Unit. You heard plenty of horror stories from other pilots about how those assignments usually involved babysitting some spoiled diva.

Then again, these days, Tactical Sound roles were subcontracted out private firms that had... looser regulation and had a knack for picking up disgraced or unwanted NUNS pilots.

"I know you're thinking why we need such a unit when we already have SMS, Chaos, and a multitude of other contractors at our disposal." Admiral Nelson says coldly, ignoring your little outburst but still very well aware of it. "But this is something that High Command wants a little more direct oversight on."

"I don't have a choice in this, do I?" You groan.

"It was decided the moment High Command reviewed your file."

"I have a terrible singing voice, just to let you know." You warn.

"Don't worry, you'll be acting as a bodyguard for the one who does have the voice." Admiral Nelson responds. "You'll receive further details when you board the ship."

"Now?" You blink.

"Of course." Admiral Nelson nods as she stands up, packing up a small laptop, the only personal possession of hers. She walks past you, handing you an ID card. "Dock 309. We'll be setting off in two hours. Don't be late."

>Might as well get packing...
>You really need a drink right now.
>Other

>>1915908
>>Might as well get packing...

>>1915908
>>You really need a drink right now.

>>1915908
>>Might as well get packing...

>>1915908
>>Might as well get packing...

>>1915908
>>Might as well get packing...
>>You really need a drink right now.
Drink while packing.

>>1915908
>>Might as well get packing...
SHENANIGANS!

Is this when we meet someone whose smile WE MUST PROTECT and no, she's not the assignment?

>>1915908
>>Might as well get packing...

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>>1915908
>>You really need a drink right now.
Do we have a SPANISH GUITAR?

>>1915935
>inb4 duet with our idol

>>1915908
>>1915935
>Call your buddy up while packing up and taking some much needed drinks in the meantime

>>1915908
>You really need a drink right now.
Jeremiah Weed!

>>1915908
>Might as well get packing...

>>1915908
>>You really need a drink right now.
Just a couple (at least twenty) shots of whiskey.

>>1915908
>You really need a drink right now.

>>1915908
s'portin'
>Call your buddy up while packing up and taking some much needed drinks in the meantime

>>1915908
>>You really need a drink right now.

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>>1915908
You sigh, glancing at your ID badge. No doubt to give you clearance to board Admiral Nelson's ship. The Admiral herself is long gone. Resigned to your fate, you return to your quarters to start packing your things. Fortunately, you tended to pack light since you traveled a lot. It didn't take long for you to get all your things into your duffel bag and head for the appointed dock.

>Roll 1d20

>Just as a note, we'll be using the CLASSIC roll system! No fate points! 20s are still auto successes and 1s will always eliminate the highest roll! We still go best of 3!

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>1915978

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1915978

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1915978
Might as well try to think up our SIGNATURE TECHNIQUE right now.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1915978

>>1915984
Nothing fancy like post stall maneuvers, since Variable Fighters can already do them by default. Maybe Harry is just very good at deflection shooting?

>>1915984
>SIGNATURE TECHNIQUE

>Pretending to tumble out of control to get behind someone
>High G-Force transformations

>>1915984
>SIGNATURE MOVE
>High Speed Variable Meltran Fondling.

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>>1916002
Variable Fighters can already do that.

Also Merc, themed naming convention?
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eduard_Neumann

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>>1915978
Bag slung over your shoulder, you head down to the dock. Instead of taking the regular route, you decide to take a detour through the main fighter hangar. It was actually faster, and you wouldn't have to brush shoulders with the brass if they happened to pass by.

Plus, you were more comfortable around Valkyries, anyways.

You admire the rows and rows of VF-171s, all ready to take off at a moment's notice. Not exactly the most advanced plane in the NUNS arsenal, but the Nightmare was a solid workhorse.

However, your reverie is interrupted by a rough bump. You turn to see the source and catch sight of a person in full pilot getup walking briskly past you. He doesn't even make any sort of attempt to acknowledge you as he hustles off down the stairs to the hangar below.

Suddenly, warning klaxons blare and the entire hangar is bathed in red light as the area goes into emergency lockdown. The launch tube doors begin to roll to a close when you hear screaming and shouting below.

One of the VF-171s has lurched free from its dock and begins making a beeline for the launch tube. Deck crew wave frantically in an attempt to warn off the wayward fighter, but it remains determined to exit the hangar. At this rate, nobody was really in a state to stop it from leaving.

>You can't just stand by and watch this happen.
>It's not your problem.
>Other

>>1916024
>>You can't just stand by and watch this happen.

>>1916024
>>You can't just stand by and watch this happen.

>>1916024
>It's not your problem.

>>1916024
>>You can't just stand by and watch this happen.

>>1916024
>>You can't just stand by and watch this happen.
DAMMIT THIS IS JUST LIKE ONE OF MY JAPANESE ANIMES.

Get into one of the VFs to stop that guy(?)

>>1916024
>>You can't just stand by and watch this happen.

>>1916024
>>>You can't just stand by and watch this happen.

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>>1916024
>You can't just stand by and watch this happen.
Let's roll

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>>1916024
Well, you couldn't just stand by and watch this happen. You drop your duffel and put a foot on the railing, prepared to jump over the edge. Thankfully, you knew that the artificial gravity in hangars was always set to a fraction of 1g, to make it easier for the hangar crew to move heavy equipment around. A jump from this height wouldn't even hurt you at all.

Now, you could attempt to land on top of the rogue Nightmare that was attempting to take off and try to pull the pilot out. Or, you could try to go for one of the other idle planes in the hangar and try to head him off.

>Go directly for the rogue plane.
>Try to commandeer an idle plane.
>Other

>>1916107

Here comes the snow! I hope we didn't skip leg day.

>>1916107
>Go directly for the rogue plane.

>>1916107
>Go directly for the rogue plane.

>>1916107
>Go directly for the rogue plane.

>>1916107
>>Go directly for the rogue plane.

>>1916107
>Go for the rogue plane

>>1916107
>>Go directly for the rogue plane.

>>1916107
>>Go directly for the rogue plane.

>>1916107
>>Go directly for the rogue plane.

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>>1916107
You take a deep breath and leap off the railing, hoping you put enough momentum into your jump to reach the rogue Nightmare, which was starting to line up with the launch tube, engines glowing white hot as they powered up...

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1916163

>>1916107
>Go directly for the rogue plane.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1916163

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1916163
Here comes the snow

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1916163

>>1916164
>>1916168
SNOW!!!

Wonder which Clover idol it is

>>1916164
>>1916168
>>1916170
Eddy boy's massive iron balls force the fighter to stop on a dime,

>>1916164
>>1916168
>>1916170
Christ, what's with all the fucking 20's?

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>>1916164
>>1916168
>>1916170
Holy fuck, Dice Gods, Calm down!

There are more rolls later.

>>1916170
More SNOW!!!

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>>1916164
>>1916168
>>1916170

>>1916164
>>1916168
>>1916170
what the fuck

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>>1916170
>>1916168
>>1916164
This is going to be a great quest.

I guess we're special forces for a reason.

>>1916179
>>1916183
>>1916187
After countless threads of Hoel getting nat 1s against the DD Princess...

>we just have Space Oddity in our head whenever we get to work

>>1916164
>>1916168
>>1916170
Well then, now I know why he was picked for Black Ops.
If this keeps up, we'll go full Max just from the dice rolls.

This seems relevant...

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

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>>1916163
You land perfectly on the Nightmare's glass canopy with a loud THUD. Inside, you could see the pilot crane his head upward. His face was concealed by his polarized helmet visor, but you could image the look of sheer surprise and shock.

You knew that all Valkryies came with a manual override to forcefully open the canopy in case the ground crew needed to extract the pilot in an emergency, but you didn't have time to go scrambling for that. Instead, your mind goes blank as your hand balls into a fist and PUNCH the canopy.

And beyond all expectations, the canopy of the Nightmare shatters into a million pieces, sending them all scattering in the low gravity, each individual piece glittering like a star. You then reach down and pull the pilot's helmet off-

-and you're shocked to see the the equally shocked and very angry expression of a young girl.

"What the f-" She begins to say right before she's swarmed the ground crew, who forcefully pull her out of the cockpit.

"Let go of me you assholes!" The girl curses as she struggles and thrashes, but she's outnumbered. Station security also starts rushing in and slap cuffs on her wrists.

"EVERYBODY STAND DOWN." You hear a familiar voice bellow, Admiral Nelson's pure authority ringing throughout the hangar.

Naturally, everybody freezes, though the girl still struggles, glaring pure HATE at the Admiral.

"Amy, I'm disappointed in you." Admiral Nelson sighs. "Now you've given the impression that our crew is highly unprofessional-"

"FUCK you!" Amy snarls.

"Now I'll have to call your handler to escort you back..." Admiral Nelson sighs and turns to you. "My apologies, Neumann. Amy is, well, is supposed to be the star of our unit. I'll explain later. You're dismissed for now."

"I'm gonna skullfuck you when we get back to ship!" Amy growls at you.

>You'll be taking your leave now.
>Offer to escort Amy to the ship. You're both heading there anyways.
>Other

>>1916231
>You'll be taking your leave now.

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>>1916231
>>Offer to escort Amy to the ship. You're both heading there anyways.

I have to wonder if we're augmented genetically, biologically, or cybernetically considering what we just did.

>>1916231
>>Offer to escort Amy to the ship. You're both heading there anyways.
Amy's the center now???

>>1916231
>Offer to escort Amy to the ship. You're both heading there anyways.

>>1916231
>You'll be taking your leave now.

>>1916231
>>You'll be taking your leave now.

>>1916231
>Offer to escort Amy to the ship. You're both heading there anyways.

>>1916231
>>Offer to escort Amy to the ship. You're both heading there anyways.

>>1916240
Nah, man. Pure 100% Human. No clone or alien in here.

>>1916231
>You'll be taking your leave now.

Oh, I LIKE this girl.

>>1916231
>You'll be taking your leave now.

Time to grab our best buddies, beer and our guitar.

>>1916231
>You'll be taking your leave now.

Fuck you too princess.

>>1916231
>You'll be taking your leave now.

>>1916231
>>You'll be taking your leave now.
Whatever. What a bitch.

>>1916260
>>1916231
I suggest if we ever get into the air with this Idol group, her callsign is "Princess"

>>1916274
Only if the quote implies it being spoken with sarcasm/derision.

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>>1916231
"I'll meet you on the ship, then." You nod.

As you take your leave, you could still hear the girl cursing in the background, even at a distance. Younote that this Amy had some serious behavioral problems. Was she really supposed to be the core of your new unit? That was not very reassuring.

With a big sigh, you pick up your bag and head for Dock 309. One flash of your ID badge and the guards don't even bat an eye at your presence. A robotic adjutant provides you a map of the ship, an assault carrier named the Gladius. Not exactly a Super Dimensional Fortress type, though you're assuming a ship like that would back at wherever Admiral Nelson was stationed.

You drop your bag in your quarters, which looked to be a standard officer's berth. Basically a small apartment-sized room that you had to yourself, which was actually a pretty big luxury on a ship like this. However, you don't feel in the mood to unpack. You check your map of the ship to find any points of interest.

>Head for the bridge. You REALLY need a debrief from the Admiral.
>Head for the hangar. See what kind of firepower this ship is packing.
>Look for a place with a view. You REALLY need a chance to unwind.
>Other

>>1916283
>Head for the bridge. You REALLY need a debrief from the Admiral.

This girl is gonna be a pain in our ass, isn't she?

>>1916283
>>Look for a place with a view. You REALLY need a chance to unwind.

>>1916283
>>Head for the bridge. You REALLY need a debrief from the Admiral.

>>1916283
>Look for a place with a view. You REALLY need a chance to unwind.

>>1916283
>Head for the hangar. See what kind of firepower this ship is packing.

>>1916283
>Head for the bridge. You REALLY need a debrief from the Admiral.

>>1916283
>Head for the bridge. You REALLY need a debrief from the Admiral.

>>1916283
>>Look for a place with a view. You REALLY need a chance to unwind.

>>1916283
>>Look for a place with a view. You REALLY need a chance to unwind.

>>1916283
>>Head for the bridge. You REALLY need a debrief from the Admiral.

>>1916283
>>Head for the bridge. You REALLY need a debrief from the Admiral.
>>1916283

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>>1916283
You decide to head for the bridge, intending to get some more info out of the Admiral. Of course, you don't just storm into the bridge itself. You know better than to interfere with a bridge crew. Instead, you follow the map to the Admiral's office, which wasn't far from the bridge.

Upon reaching it, you notice that there was a more permanent plaque adorning the door, reading ADMIRAL DOROTHEA NELSON. So that was her full name.

It's not long until the Admiral herself arrives, a slight lag in her step. A subtle sign that she was extremely tired. You couldn't blame her.

"Ah, Neumann, good to see you've arrived." Admiral Nelson nods to you.

"Still got questions, ma'am." You say simply.

"As expected." The Admiral waves her ID card in front of the door, and it slides open. The office was a little more populated, with lots of paperwork and random knicknacks. While this may not be her flagship, it was evident the Admiral traveled constantly in this ship.

"So, what would you like to know?" She asks as she sits down behind her desk, giving you a judging eye. "We'll be undocking soon so I'm afraid we'll have to keep this meeting short."

>Ask what the hell Amy's problem is.
>Ask where exactly you're going.
>Ask who else is in the unit.
>Other

>>1916344
>>Ask where exactly you're going.

>>1916344
>Ask where exactly you're going.

>>1916344
>>Ask where exactly you're going.

>>1916344
>Ask where exactly you're going.

>>1916344
>>Ask where exactly you're going.

>>1916344
>>Ask who else is in the unit.

>>1916344
>>Other
The hell?

>>1916344
>Ask where exactly you're going.

So knowing absolutely dick all about this series, why the hell are some of the Alien waifus with green hair huge, and some small?

>>1916391
Depends on if you want the long or short of it.

>>1916395
Apparently they desized the Zentradi? from what my buddy just told me

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>>1916344
"So where exactly are we going?" You ask, wondering what sort of distant theater you were being sent to.

"We are heading for the Nabaal Cluster." The Admiral replies.

"Nabaal?" You raise an eyebrow. "I heard there's at least three rogue Zentradi fleets floating around out there."

"Elements of three fleets, yes." The Admiral corrects you. "We've already had several skirmishes with their advance forces, but they seem more content to fight each other than us. But we don't know how long that will last."

"What do we have out there that NUNS is so willing to throw together a Tactical Sound Unit for?" You wonder.

"The Nabaal Cluster has one class one colony, three class two colonies, six class three colonies, and dozens of outlying stations." The Admiral remarks. "That's already a population of almost three billion. Not to mention, we have intelligence to suggest the location of nearby Zentradi automated factories that serve as strategic threats to our borders."

Still, THREE Zentradi fleets? That was almost twelve MILLION ships combined...

>Sounds like a challenge.
>Sounds almost like a suicide mission.
>Other

>>1916402
>>Sounds like a challenge.
Dats tough, but orders are orders.

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>>1916402
>Sounds like a challenge.

>>1916391
They have shrink ray technology, called 'micronization'. Lets 50 foot tall giants become human sized, though in rare cases their appearance winds up being drastically different while micronized (see: Klan Klang)

See >>1915703 for a quick summary of the franchise.

>>1916402
>Sounds almost like a suicide mission.

>>1916402
>Sounds like a challenge.

>>1916402
>>Sounds like a challenge.

Seems like a normal day for a Black Op except with the whole Sound Unit.

>>1916408
read the pic already

>>1916402
>Sounds almost like a suicide mission.

Guess we're there to culture bomb those fleets. But that's still to many ships to handle.

>>1916402
>>>Sounds like a challenge.

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>>1916408
Much words were spent by scholars on /m/ on discussion of the topic.

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>>1916402
"Sounds like a challenge." You grin smugly.

"Well, at least you appear to be enthusiastic." Admiral Nelson sighs.

"Admiral, we're about to undock from the station." A voice buzzes over the intercom. "Please brace yourself. We'll be entering fold space one we clear the docking bay."

"Understood." The Admiral nods.

And every so often, you could see her eyes darting off to the side. You very subtly turn your gaze in that direction, and notice what looks to be a fully stocked rum cabinet.

Maybe Admiral Nelson's collar wasn't as tight as she made it appear to be?

>Give her some "privacy".
>You're perfectly willing to have a drink with her.
>Other

>>1916462
>Give her some "privacy".

>>1916462
>You're perfectly willing to have a drink with her.

>>1916462
>Give her some "privacy".

>>1916462
>>You're perfectly willing to have a drink with her.

>/qst/ is filled with /m/en
I'm always shocked by this.

>>1916462
>>>Give her some "privacy".

>>1916471
New to merc quests huh,

also random tangent but shrinking >>1916457
is a fucking crime

>>1916462
>You're perfectly willing to have a drink with her.

>>1916476
Merc quests yes, but not the rest of the mecha quests on the board.

>>1916462
>You're perfectly willing to have a drink with her.

And then in true Merc quest form, we'll roll a nat 1 for this.

>>1916462
>Give her some "privacy".

>>1916462
>You're perfectly willing to have a drink with her.

>>1916462
>You're perfectly willing to have a drink with her.

>>1916462
>>Give her some "privacy".

>>1916476
Such degeneracy...

>>1916462
>>You're perfectly willing to have a drink with her.

>>1916462
>>You're perfectly willing to have a drink with her.

>>1916494
Degenerate and proud mate, I'd climb that mountain

>>1916482
Reminder that a Macross series always features youth and beauty vs Christmas Cakes.

The Cakes usually win.

>>1916514
Giantesses and CAKE woooooo, too bad Merc never really does romance

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>>1916462
"Hey, if you want to have a drink, I won't complain." You shrug.

"You think-" Admiral Nelson blinks, almost immediately caught off guard. Hah, guess she wasn't so stoic after all.

You and the Admiral just stare at each other, but she knows that she had already blinked first.

"Ah, as Amy so eloquently puts it, fuck it." Admiral Nelson groans as she unlocks her rum cabinet and pulls out a particularly large and expensive looking bottle and pours two glasses.

She slides one to you while she keeps on her hand.

"A toast, I suppose. To the 7th Tactical Sound Unit." She sighs.

"To the 7th TSU." You raise your glass.

"Admiral, please brace yourself. We are now entering Fold space."

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1916516
Here comes the Fold.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1916516

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>1916516

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1916516

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>1916516

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>>1916520
>20
>18
People who can actually hold their liquor for once.

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>>1916516
You both start at the same time, but Admiral Nelson finishes downing her glass first, draining it like a black hole. You finish a second or two after her and both of you set your glasses down on the desk with a loud CLANK.

You could already feel the heat rising up through your face, turning it into a miniature sun. The Admiral, however, shows no change in her appearance or demeanor at all. She was damn good at this.

"Ha, you know, that was the first time since I made Admiral that someone offered to drink with me." The Admiral muses as she casually refills her glass. "Makes me feel like a junior officer again."

There's a sudden rumble throughout the ship. The telltale sign of a Fold jump. Looks like your journey has officially started.

"Kind of funny seeing an Admiral pining for the old days." You muse.

"They aren't old at all." The Admiral sighs. "I've hardly held this position for more than a year."

"Why are you telling me this?" You pause.

"I know your history. You would have done your due diligence and found out anyways. It's not like it isn't in the public record anyways." The Admiral downs her second glass effortlessly. "Honestly, I'm even thirty yet and they made me flag rank already-"

The Admiral then pauses, as if she had said far more than she should have.

>Shit, she's probably younger than I am!
>That makes us roughly the same age...

>>1916541
>>That makes us roughly the same age...

>>1916541
>Shit, she's probably younger than I am!

>>1916541
>That makes us roughly the same age...

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>>1916541
>That makes us roughly the same age...

>>1916541
>>That makes us roughly the same age...
It means this isn't /ss/

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>>1916541
>>That makes us roughly the same age...

>>1916541
>Shit, she's probably younger than I am!

>>1916541
>>That makes us roughly the same age...
WE ALL CHRISTMAS CAKES NOW

>>1916541
>>That makes us roughly the same age...

>>1916541
>Shit, she's probably younger than I am!
Try to repress feelings about being passed over many times.

>>1916541
>>That makes us roughly the same age...

>>1916541
>Shit, she's probably younger than I am!

>>1916541
>That makes us roughly the same age...

Well, this is gonna be hilarious.

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>>1916541
You pause, the hand clutching your glass suddenly going cold. Shit, that meant the two of you must be roughly the same age-!

"I suppose that would be another matter of public record." The Admiral coughs, trying to play it off. She pours one more glass before setting the bottle aside. "I'm afraid that will be all for now. I still have duties to attend to once we defold."

"Understood." You down your last glass and stand up. "Admiral."

"Dorothea."

"Ma'am?" You blink.

"If we're dealing person to person like this, you can just call me Dorothea."

"Um, of course ma- Dorothea." You nod.

"And one more thing." She speaks up before you reach the door. "That thing you did in the hangar, where you smashed that Valkyrie canopy with your fist.."

"You saw that?"

"Who didn't?" Dorothea retorts. "How did you do that?"

>Sheer dumb luck.
>I lift every day, of course.
>Must have been a bad canopy.
>Another one of those things I can't talk about.
>Other

>>1916572
>>Sheer dumb luck.

Time to meta it.

>>1916572
>"I'll tell you next time we share a drink."

>>1916572
>I lift every day, of course.

>>1916572
>Must have been a bad canopy.

>>1916572
>>Sheer dumb luck.
Maybe put quotation marks around it.

>>1916572
>Another one of those things I can't talk about.

>>1916572
Support >>1916579

>>1916572
>>Sheer dumb luck.
>>Must have been a bad canopy.
when it's actually
>Another one of those things I can't talk about.

Figures, Neumann isn't supposed to be the MC in a Macross series, he's the Ozma

>>1916572
I support>>1916579

>>1916572
+1 for >>1916579

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>>1916572
All right, we've got rather popular write in, so let's a little runoff vote!

>Sheer dumb luck.
>I'll tell you next time we share a drink.

>>1916601
>>Sheer dumb luck.

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>>1916601
>>I'll tell you next time we share a drink.

"It was an amazing story...."

>inb4 we're an android, or cyborg

>>1916601
>>I'll tell you next time we share a drink.

>>1916601
>I'll tell you next time we share a drink.

>>1916601
>>I'll tell you next time we share a drink.

>>1916601
>I'll tell you next time we share a drink.

>>1916601
>I'll tell you next time we share a drink.

>>1916601
>>I'll tell you next time we share a drink.
And I think we'll need a lot more rum next time.

>>1916572
>"I'll tell you next time we share a drink."

>>1916606
Or we just so happen to know the exact weakpoint of the canopy because of a clandestine operation.

So, supersoldier, half-alien or terminator?

>>1916632
I wanna say Pure Non-Clone Human Ancestry with Heavy Genetic Modification

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>>1916601
"I'll tell you next time we share a drink." You grin as you give her a little salute.

"Cheeky little-" She mutters before give you a warm grin. "I'll hold you to it, then."

With that, you exit Dorothea's office. Out of the hallway viewport, you could see the rainbow colors of fold space flashing by, that odd alternate dimension that allowed humanity to travel vast intergalactic distances in the blink of an eye.

You check your watch. Going by Universal Sol time, which all NUNS ships ran on as standard, it was starting to get late, and if the Nabaal Cluster was as far away as you remembered, you weren't going to defold in a while.

>Head back to your quarters and grab some shut eye. It's been a long day.
>Go check out the hangar and see what this carrier's got.
>Better go check up on Amy, you suppose.
>Other

>>1916632
Injured in line of duty during an Ex-Gear mission. Arm replaced with cybernetics with flesh covering.

>>1916636
>>Go check out the hangar and see what this carrier's got.

>>1916636
>Head back to your quarters and grab some shut eye. It's been a long day.

>>1916632
>>1916634
I'm actually interested in how good we are in a gun/knife fight

>>1916636
>Better go check up on Amy, you suppose.

>>1916636
>Better go check up on Amy, you suppose.
>"You wanna get fucking wasted you shrew?"

>>1916632
Zentradi ancestry seems likely

>>1916636
>Go check out the hangar and see what this carrier's got.

Messiahs maybe.

>>1916636
>Head back to your quarters and grab some shut eye. It's been a long day.

>>1916636
>Go check out the hangar and see what this carrier's got.

>That makes us roughly the same age...

I just pulled my 1/60s out for the first time in years.

>>1916636
>>Better go check up on Amy, you suppose.

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>>1916636
>>Go check out the hangar and see what this carrier's got.

>>1916647
Maybe some VF-25s, a few new VF-31s but I also expect to see a Queadluun-Rhea or two as well.

>>1916660
Yamato or Arcadia?

>>1916646
That was my thought

>>1916664
Wasnt the 31 for chaos use only?

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>>1916636
You decide to head down to the hangar to see what exactly this carrier had in stock. As you head for the door, you notice a sign taped to the door.

AMY PROHIBITED BEYOND THIS POINT

...huh. Looks like they had reason to keep her out of their hangars. Was her trying to steal a Valkyrie a common occurrence? Nevertheless, you enter the hangar and are immediately met with a breathtaking sight.

Rather than the VF-171s you were used to, you instead see a lineup of primarly VF-25 Messiahs. Looks like the new mass production models were finally being rolled out to NUNS forces.

What also drew your eye was a singular VF-19 Excalibur tucked away at the end of the flightline. Had to be an ace or special forces pilot to snag themselves a high performance Valkyrie like that. The custom paintjob of dark blue with a singular red stripe going down the side of the fuselage also seemed to denote an elite status.

Besides the Valkyries, you noticed a few assorted destroids and even a couple Zentradi battlesuits. Seemed like this fleet was well stocked and diverse in selection...

>Inspect the VF-25s
>Inspect the VF-19.
>Inspect the battlesuits.
>Other

>>1916646
>>1916667
If Neumann has Zentradi ancestry, it better be Vrlitwhai-tier, the guy survived temporary spacing and wrecked a Valkyrie.

>>1916668
Could be evaluation or trials units.
I'm hoping we get some what-if Variable Fighters right out of Ace Combat.

>>1916678
>>Inspect the VF-25s

>>1916678
>Inspect the VF-19.

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>>1916678
>>Inspect the VF-19.

>>1916678
>Inspect the VF-19.

>>1916678
>>Inspect the battlesuits.
Is what I would pick, but
>>Inspect the VF-19.
Is more likely to get us in a pissing match with the pilot of that machine.

>>1916678
>Inspect the VF-25s

>>1916678
>>Inspect the VF-19.

Always have time to admire the planes of old. We can take a look at the VF-25 later.

>>1916678
>Inspect the VF-25s

This is the next mainstay NUNS fighter. As ex-spec ops, we should be very familiar with the VF-19 and maybe the VF-22

>>1916678
>>Inspect the VF-19.

>>1916678
>Inspect the VF-19.

>>1916678
>>Inspect the VF-19.

>>1916678
>>Inspect the VF-25s

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>Inspect the VF-19

I think i need to do some minor work on my collection.

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>>1916678
You head over to the parked VF-19. You were familiar with this model and it's cousin, the VF-22 Sturmvogel. The primary Valkyries for special forces units. You knew that while the VF-25 was intended to be the new mainline fighter, you felt it still would be quite a match for the VF-19 at least. This beast of a Valkyrie sacrificed stability and ease of control for maximum performance. A special breed was required to fly these machines.

"So, I see you like her!"

You turn to see a younger girl in a pilot's suit, an energetic smile on her face framed with long, blue hair. A set of crystal blue eyes rounded out her features.

"You're the pilot?" You ask, pointing to the VF-19.

"Yep!" The girl nods with a wide smile as she shakes your hand. "Lieutenant Lara Williams! I'm your wingman!"

Ah, things were starting to make sense now.

"So, she's a beaut, ain't she?" Lara grins. "Don't worry, though! We'll get ya your very own once we set down Nabaal!"

"Well, I hope so. Can't be much of a pilot without a plane, right?" You shrug.

"Of course!" Lara chortles and slaps your shoulder. "Anyways, nothing stopping us from putting in a requisition ahead of time! So what's your ride going to be?"

You pause for a moment. You few quite a few Valkyrie models back in the day. You really had no wish to go back to the VF-171. That was a rapidly aging platform.

Seemed like your immediate options were-

VF-19 EXCALIBUR: Widely considered the pinnacle of aerospace engineering, the VF-19 was specifically designed to be the fastest and most nimble Valkyrie ever made, and it certainly lives up to that reputation. No other Valkyrie can fly as fast or turn as sharply as a VF-19. However, such performance comes at a cost, as the plane is inherently and highly unstable, requiring constant attention during combat maneuvers. In the hands of an unprepared pilot, the VF-19 was more dangerous to him than the actual enemy.

VF-22 STURMVOGEL: While lacking the raw performance parameters of the VF-19, the VF-22 makes up for this shortcoming with a powerful passive stealth system, as well as larger weapons bays for wider and diverse arsenal of weaponry. This combination of stealth and utility often make the VF-22 the perfect infiltrator unit, though it can still certainly hold its own in battle.

VF-25 MESSIAH: The intended replacement for the VF-171, the VF-25 sports a variety of systems and improvements that make it superior to the VF-171 in every way, and boasts performance comparable to that of the VF-19 and VF-22, though it does not quite exceed either craft. The VF-25's biggest claim to fame is the inclusion of the EX-GEAR system, which allows the pilot to remotely control the craft from a distance. The VF-25 is also designed to accept a variety of specialized external mission packs.

>VF-19 Excalibur
>VF-22 Sturmvogel
>VF-25 Messiah
>Other