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>>5122829
But that was six years ago. All you know now is the harsh loving embrace of Mistress Yuga and the base staff who govern your humble existence. The snap and hum was followed by blinding light as your dormitory suddenly burst into life. Chasing away any fragment of sleep you clang onto for dear life. Taking a deep breath you sat up as the first bell rang for the day, signaling the arrival of 5am. Smoothly you slide from your cot, the soft pitter patter of your feet the only noise within the lit dorm. No one else remained, mattress-less cots lay out in empty rows around you. You were all that was left of the Theta Project or the TP as they referred to your unit. Quickly and routinely you went about making your bed and straightening the small bedside table. Grabbing a towel you made a quick stop in the showers and dried before you knew it.

The other prospective youth had once been hustling about alongside you, but all had slowly failed or eventually got pulled from the unit and transferred out. The staff had reassured you that more would be rotated in, but that had been almost two years ago. You were used to the vacancy by now. Checking your time remaining as you hastily slipped on your combat trousers and black under shirt. You still had over half an hour before the second bell for Morning Parade and more importantly Breakfast would ring. You mulled over how to spend your remaining time, tightening up your boots and donning your long combat jacket. Finally staring down the perfect picture of a soldier of the motherland in the mirror, you put on your navy beret.

>>5122830
>What is your Name?
>How do you often spend your remaining time?
Pick one

Practice some Neural Sequences and test Synchronization rate before role call.
Gain 10 in Mind.

Get some early PT in running a few laps around the parade ground before role call.
Gain 10 in Body.

Reread Weapon and Equipment operation Manuals before role call.
Gain 10 in Skill

Cram what studying you can get in before role call.
Gain 10 in Smarts.

Stats meaning:
Mind reflects your character's mental fortitude.
Body reflects your character's physical fortitude.
Skill reflects your character's skill with weapons.
Smarts reflect your character's knowledge.

>>5122833
>Mortimer
>Practice some Neural Sequences and test Synchronization rate before role call.
Gain 10 in Mind.

>>5122833
>Mortimer
>Reread Weapon and Equipment operation Manuals before role call.

>>5122833
Reread Weapon and Equipment operation Manuals before role call.

>>5122833
>Mortimer
>Cram what studying you can get in before role call.
Gain 10 in Smarts.

>>5122907

Also forgot name:

>Mortimer

>>5122979
Nvm, I thought >>5122978 messed up sending. You know my votes anon

>>5122833
>Mortimer
>Reread Weapon and Equipment operation Manuals before role call.

I hope we will get a chance to turn rogue. I hate the government in this quest with a passion after what they did to us and.

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>>5122902
>>5122907
>>5123125
Sitting comfortably in one of the few padded wooden chairs remaining within the large barren room called home you reread some operation Manuals. You had given each a long look over for many mornings and nights, but the books held valuable information. The Mark 16 Antimatter Thrower, AE12 Launcher and even the 2nd edition Arc Cannon. The weapons had always been an interest to you, intricate technology the melding of foreign and man-made materials. And hopefully how to keep them from not exploding within your hands. Of course, you'd seen things that weren't even allowed to be written down or recorded on paper yet.

The familiar words and directions did stir some feelings of comfort within you, knowing it almost off by heart. Even in your mind you could picture wielding such tools of destruction, even without ever being inside of a Unfiltered Combat Suit. But you had fired small arms before, pistols, rifles and a guard even let you fire off an entire belt from his machine gun at the range once. You smiled at the memory, glancing up just in time to see only a few minutes remained. Wasting no time you neatly returned the booklets to their rightful place and made a quick pace to the parade grounds.

Out in the sparce white hallways you felt even more alone, marching down winding corridors made it seem like you were within an endless white expanse. The pale tiles lit up by the long tube lights above. It wasn't long before you encountered the first sigh of life, the squeak of a radio chirped down the hallway as you began turning a corner and spotted the guard on duty. Sitting at a desk besides a thick and daunting vault door was Guardsman Churvik.

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>>5123261
The moustached old man looked up as the snap of you boots heralded your arrival. "Morning Mortimer! Had a good night? Meet any cute girls? Didn't drink too much I hope?" The aged man spoke down the hallway, his voice echoing towards you as you advanced. The words heavy in cheer and cheek as he knew you hadn't seen any of those things. Thinking fast you replied the best you called. "Oh just Palm-ela keeps me company at night, but boy does she talk." Expressing with your right hand you made it flap open and close like a energetic mouth.

The old man grinned like a fiend as he buzzed his radio, Churvik had been on site since the day you arrived and with every passing year it seemed like he had aged four. His silky white moustache and creased face one of the few friendly bastions. With a hiss the heavy door swung open and the rest of the compound was open to you. "Give em hell Morty." He added as you continued on your way, sharing a nod of thanks. Onwards you go, passing base staff and other guards. None giving you a second glance as the day began.

Under the overcast sky you fell into parade, the cold air putting pep into the step of every man and woman about to go onto duty. Names were called, marching was done. News was read out, nothing of note again and finally you escaped the cold. Marching back inside to eat. The mess hall was nearly as empty as your dorm, only a few tables were occupied. Picking up a tray you wasted no time grabbing some toast, scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage and some fried tomato slices. The rumbling in your stomach increased your pace as you grabbed a paper cup of hot coffee. Observing the hall you decided by who to sit with. An empty table cried out for someone to claim a seat, a pair of guards were busy chatting back and forth, a few scientists were eating silently and the roar of your stomach demanded more protein.

>Who do you sit with?

>Sit by Yourself.
Gain 10 Mind.

>Take seconds and sit by Yourself.
Gain 10 Body.

>Sit with the Guards.
Gain 10 Skill.

>Sit with the Scientists.
Gain 10 Smarts.

>>5123264
>sit with the scientists
We big brain

>>5123264
>Take seconds and sit by Yourself.
Gain 10 Body.

>>5123264
>>Sit with the Scientists.

>>5123264
>Take seconds and sit by Yourself.
Gain 10 Body.

>>5123264
>Take seconds and sit by Yourself.

>>5123345
>>5123353
>>5123676
Writing

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>>5123721
Turning away from the small bands of people you decide to sit by yourself, but only after grabbing seconds. Returning to the serving line you began loading up on proteins and carbs, you were going to grab another coffee but the hefty tray was woefully unbalanced. The second trip earned you a few glances from the kitchen staff and other diners but no one said anything. Almost as if they know you'd be needing it. Dropping into your seat with a sigh of relief you set about devouring your haul. The warm food was delicious and hearty chasing away the cold that had tried to infiltrate your young bones.

Body busy tending to itself and your mind begins wondering about the day to come. Today was the Day, your schedule hadn't changed so far, but that would happen soon. This was probably the last time you'd be eating here. You thought as much anyway. After breakfast you would be meeting with Mistress Yuga, the time had come. You remember the lessons well, at the age of 15 mental elasticity was best suited for initial unfiltered uplinking. This would be your best chance at successful interfacing with a combat suit. To bond with a Phobos. Free from any defense your mind will be shackled to the alien machinery, facing the Phobos alone and forced to overcome it or subdue it. Whispered rumours say some pilots even settle on just sharing it at least, the idea frightened you.

You worried a little, but years of training had led all up to this one point. You couldn't help being a little excited too, but you tried not to show it. Many died undergoing such attempts, the risks weren't lost on you. And while you didn't know the true depths of what happened to the first or second generation pilots you knew of the advances their lives had earned. You hoped they would be enough to secure your survival. Rumours were everywhere, like rats scuttling about spreading words like plague. The voices, the pain and obviously the madness. You knew a lot of it was restricted information, top secret stuff. But so few people were even eligible to pilot such weapons, when a lot of them start going insane people will notice.

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>>5123799
But you knew war was far from easy on the minds of men, but you had also heard of apparent mutations. Savoring the salty glory of a stand of bacon you wondered where the other applicants were. Had their minds broken like toys in the hands of fumbling adults? Did their failure cost them a long walk off a short pier? The questions almost put you off your food. But you didn't stop, you had made it this far. You didn't really have any other choice. Finishing up you slurped down the warm coffee and returned your tray. The walk towards Mistress Yuga's office was a long one, through two similar heavy vault doors you were forced to pass. The guards double check your identification at every stop, their new faces unrecognizable. The elevator ride down into the sub basements almost made you late.

But arriving on time you were ushered in by her assistant, smartly marching in and snapping to attention. The worn and haggard face of the woman glanced up from her desk for only a second. Blonde hair over one shoulder, she wore a grim scar without any shyness. You had never seen the woman show much in the way of emotion, beside cold calculation. Her voice husky and heavy as a thick cloud of smoke joined in escaping from her lips. "At ease Corporal, take a seat." Placing a long cigarette to her lips the woman leant back, the cherry glowing hot as she took an immensely deep pull. A stream of smoke flowing from her nose and mouth, you half expected some to escape her ears too. Finding a seat, Mistress Yuga opened the black folder that lay across her smooth metal desk.

You recognized the small photo stapled in the corner, it was your folder. "Applicant #391, You're the only subject to complete the full course. Congratulations. You have passed and with flying colours too. Your Synchronization rate when even undergoing meshed interference is far beyond average. You've impressed us all very much Mortimer." The woman spoke with a flat tone, the revelations news to you. A tinge of pride started to rise, she almost sounded proud of you. Well in her own way. "Preparations are being put in order, you'll be undergoing unfiltered linking and further stability testing along with Phobos exercises by tomorrow. The flight plan has been scheduled and by lunch we'll be in Kahva."

>>5123801
You were leaving, finally after all this time. You couldn't help but smile, even under the stern woman's gaze. "Until then, rest up. We will be in the air by 1000, have your feet on the pad by 0930." You sat in the chair, shock and glee numbing your body. The woman barely reacted to your own hesitation. "You're free to leave Corporal, unless you have any questions for me?" She inquired, closing the folder and taking another deep inhale.

>What do you do?

>Ask a question? Write in.

>Head back to your dorm and rest.
Gain 10 Mind.

>Spend your new found energy on some PT
Gain 10 Body.

>Take a spin at the range.
Gain 10 Skill.

>Go and study.
Gain 10 Knowledge

Name: Mortimer
Rank: Corporal
Renown: Prize of the Theta Project.

Current Stats:
Mind: 10
Body: 20
Skill: 20
Smarts: 10

>>5123810
>take a spin at the range.

>Question: "mistress, are the Phobos intended to be deployed as a team? Because. . Well."

An obvious question. We are the only one who made it through so let's inquire if there is still anyone left piloting these things.

>>5123810

>Take a spin at the range

Let's get shooty

>>5123810
>Take a spin at the range.
Gain 10 Skill.

>>5123810
>Ask a question? Write in.
Are there different types of phobos? If so which will we be assigned?

>>Take a spin at the range.

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>>5123836
>>5123843
>>5123888
>>5123989
Perched on your seat you couldn't move, not yet. You had to ask about the others, you just needed to know at least before you left. "Mistress, are the Phobos intended to be deployed as a team? Because… Well." You shrug awaiting an answer, suddenly sweat starts to trailing down your back. Mistress Yuga mulled over your words, clearly enjoying her cigarette. A deep sigh answered first, casting a thick smokescreen between the both of you before her words followed. Through the haze you almost swore you caught her stony exterior softening.

But the dark cloud stung your eyes and when you could focus again she was her cold usual self. "Do not worry Corporal, while you may be the only successful candidate from the Theta Project. Many other Phobos Pilots are being developed by similar projects. However our criteria for selection is distinctly stricter than most, we only wish to produce the best Mortimer. The Motherland has a healthy reserve, so you will be far from alone… although many will pale in comparison." She declared, returning the cigarette to her lips and watching you expectantly.

You were surprised, her words seeming truthful enough that you asked another question. "Are there different types of Phobos? If so, which will I be assigned?" You were excited now, you had seen a few of the battle suits. But never up close, never in-depth enough. Mistress Yuga nodded and spoke, the cigarette between her lips dangerously wobbling up and down, the ember carving through the smoke as she straightened up to address you. "Yes, every Phobos unit is unique. We have yet to discover any identical constructs, while some may share similar systems and designs. Each is handcrafted. By whom were they made or where? We do not know. But every one is a beautiful, intricate and beloved piece. As we speak many are being fitted with our own systems and weapons, each is a marvel of machinery. Of the three classes I'm sure you know, the Knight, Prince and Emperor class suits. You have been chosen to operate and attempt to link with an Emperor class Phobos. However if you failed to do so, you'd likely be given a second chance with a Prince class. However, any further details I cannot share with you."

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>>5124054
The woman declared coldly, you were caught off guard. An Emperor Class Phobos. You only knew of two, only two had ever been reported in service. Dreadnaughts dense with armor and weaponry, both rumoured to be insane killing machines. But almost everything was a damned rumour. You had heard enough. Nodding your understanding you stood up. Snapping to attention and saying farewell. Unshackled for the remaining hours on base you decided to have some fun and cut loose. Who knows what rigors you'd be faced with in Kahva. Floating back the way you had come the entire world felt light, almost as if you took too deep a breath you'd float away.

Gliding on your second wind, you found your way to the firing range. The place was deserted so early in the morning, knocking against the chain link fence that separates the armory from the small locker room. You waited, impatiently tapping your foot. A woman appeared from the back room, face clearly not expecting anyone this early. Quickly checking out your side arm and rifle, you went about going through safety checks and without any hurdles you stood in lane. A box of rounds for each weapon, gingerly typing in 200 meters into the ranging pad. A deep orange hologram flickered into existence. The excitement lulled as you spent a few minutes loading the magazines for your FG511. The FG511 is a rather compact rifle, the ergonomic fore grip and subsonic rounds making it especially lethal in close quarters.

Well just as lethal as any other gun that existed, but it was a little less likely to deafen you. From full auto, to semi and even burst fire. The weapon's range was limited by it's short barrel. The break action Tyrant 53 pistol only holds l eight rounds in the cylinder so you settled on loading it after. Shouldering the weapon you sent a few rounds down range, half arsed as you got comfortable. Orange glass shattered as a round clipped the hologram in the leg. Quickly it reformed into the shape of a man. The taste, the smell and roar of gunfire was like cold water to your long overheated system. Everything seemed to fall into place as you continued firing.

>>5124057
!!SKILL TEST!!
>Roll 3d6+3
>Highest of the first three rolls will be used.
>Stats give a bonus to relevant tests.

Failure: 3-7
Partial failure : 8-10
Partial success :11-13
Success : 14-18
Critical Success: 19+

Name: Mortimer
Rank: Corporal
Renown: Prize of the Theta Project.

Current Stats:
Mind: 10
Body: 20
Skill: 30
Smarts: 10
Sanity: 110

Rolled 6, 4, 2 + 3 = 15 (3d6 + 3)

>>5124070

Rolled 5, 5, 5 + 3 = 18 (3d6 + 3)

>>5124070

Rolled 6, 5, 4 = 15 (3d6)

>>5124070

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>>5124074
>>5124075
>>5124128
15, 15, 18
!!TEST PASSED!!
+10 Sanity Gained

Leaning into the weapon your body relaxed before tightening up, your finger pulling the trigger softly. Anticipating the recoil you focused on your target, a short burst of full auto rang out. The first few rounds catch the hologram in the chest, the recoil raising the last enough to clip and shatter the target's head. Sending big chunks of holographic brain matter careening through the air. You took a steady breath and waited for the machine to reset, pinpoint readings popped up on the small touch screen pad. Highlighting the lethality of your shots. All 6 rounds had hit, 4 were on center mass and the last two had struck the jaw and forehead almost directly. You smiled and fired again.

Again and again the body was dealt lethal damage, even after dropping back another hundred meters your deadeye did it's work. As the last round left the chamber you let out a sigh of relief, you had beaten your high score significantly. Only missing a few rounds when the target was quite far away. Resting the weapon down, you flicked through the pad examining the numerous dead target holograms. Many hologram women would be widowed this day, many hologram orphans would cry for their dead fathers. Tapping up a reset, you switched to the Tyrant 53.

Plenty of time remained to finish off the box of rounds and make it back to your dorm to pack. The sulfuric mist that danced around your lane put you at ease, an acrid numbing that dulled your mind as you smoothly loaded the cylinder. The taste of metal was in the air and the hint of two day old farts. As the lane was filtering out, a single target stood 150 meters away. Smoke swirling towards the ventilation ducts cast the lane as some western main street, the sun almost high in the sky. The clock tower is crying out for high noon. You locked eyes with the orange yellow bellied bastard. "Draw!" You declared out loud, raising your weapon smoothly with both hands and firing only a single shot. All in one smooth motion. It was over before you knew it. The recoil rumbling up your arms as the revolver bucked under your grip. The orange face flexed turning almost completely inside out as the back of the target's head was blossoming across the lane.

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>>5124602
You felt reinvigorated, the next few rounds being sent on their way without second thought. Again and again until you had emptied the second box. Another broken high score, your practice had clearly paid off. You tried not to let your ego swell too much. Even if you couldn't bond with a Phobos in Kahva you could at least shoot accurately. Standing alone in lane you mulled over the Phobos, everything sinking in a little more. Every Phobos was unique, you hadn't know that. Many that you had seen were fitted to resemble each other, same paint scheme and armor and weaponry. But you guessed even the machine had a uniform. The idea of linking unfiltered to an Emperor class suit, was a bit daunting. The neural feedback, the calibration.

You know the Phobos fight back, but the mental conditioning you received had been pretty generalized. You had assumed it was in case you had been captured and underwent torture. But you weren't sure anymore. Few pilots get the chance to really share the details and if they did. You'd only get rumours of what they'd say. You were cut off from the world. Truth was a day dream and nothing was certain. Finished you decided to return to your dorm and pack up what you owned. Checking back in your weapons you said your farewell to the tools and strode away. You felt calm on the walk back, a few of the technicians even gave you a nod as you passed. Word has probably slipped out, everyone new the helicopter coming today would whisk you off to really become a pilot.

Guardsman Churvik interrupted your daze as he spoke. "How did it go Morty my boy?" You came to a halt, facing the man reclining in his seat as the vault door closed behind you. "I passed, I'll be heading to Kahva to complete my training today." You said sheepishly. The old man's faced creased up even more as he smiled. "Congratulations Mortimer, I'm glad. Kahva has some very pretty girls yah know, it will be good for you to get out there. Empress knows you've been cooped up in here long enough." Leaning forward the man patted your arm harshly. "Damned good boy, make us proud out there." He declared, pushing you among with each thump of encouragement. Thanking him you went on your way.

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>>5124604
Slumping onto you bed, you checked the small digital clock on the side table. You still had an hour before having to be on the pad. You didn't have much to pack, taking the moment to really relax. The dead silence helped you feel calm and at peace. Kahva was waiting for you. You grinned, it had been so long since you had left the facility. Sitting up you went about packing. Pulling a checkered backpack from your locker you took your time folding up spare uniforms and underwear and packing them. It was all clothes, but something fell out between a pair a socks. You hadn't seen it in a while. It had been hidden away, far behind your second pair of boots. Untouched. A tiny green T-Rex. It was a little scuffed, but it was yours.

You were far beyond the intended age range, but even still you let him have a strut across your bed. Clambering atop your pack to roar out and declare himself boldly to the world. You chuckled amusing yourself. It was the only thing the staff hadn't given to you, but you couldn't remember where it had come from. Time was almost up. You had to be on the pad soon. Finishing up you turned the the small toy back and forth in your hand.

>What do you do?
Keep the Toy.
Leave the Toy.

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>>5124606
With a little bit of time left to spare you finished and made a start towards the helicopter landing pad. Churvik stood as you approached the vault door for the final time. "Goodbye Chu-" you had started to say when near to the man, but he moved surprisingly quick. Wrapping both his arms around you, standing there stunned. You were unsure what to do. He wasn't attacking you, the old man was hugging you, arms by your side you froze as the man gave you two tight squeezes. Threatening to lift you off the ground with each. You stood in the same shocked state as he let go. "Goodbye Morty. Be sure to take good care of yourself." The old man's voice faulter for a second. You were unsure what to do. Flabbergasted you smiled at him. "Thank you, I'll do my best."

+10 Sanity Gained

Satisfied with you answer the radio chirped twice and the door swung open. The route to your destination was smooth and once again. Perfectly on time you marched up to Mistress Yuga and smartly snapped to attention. The overcast sky was above, the winds whipping around the pad chilling you to the bone almost instantly. All present wore thick jackets. "At ease Corporal. Put this on." The woman declared through a cloud of smoke and mist as she handed you a matching jacket. Thankful you quickly pulled it on and stood amongst the gathering of people. Technicians, scientists and a few guards stood by luggage and cargo ready to load. Yuga's assistant gave you a short wave as the crowd stood in silence.

Over the wind you couldn't hear it until it split the clouds. A sleek helicopter kicked up the wind even further, threatening to send your beret flying. Acting fast enough you pinned it to the top of your head with a free hand. Mistress Yuga's cigarette wasn't as lucky, you watched it spiral off the side of the building and vanish into the heavy fog around. With a bounce the craft set down, the blades halted. Rear and side doors opened and the rush to escape the cold wind began. Clambering aboard the large interior was enough for everyone and the cargo. People began to sit down and you were left with a decision on where to sit.

>>5124609
>Who do you sit with?
>What do you say?write in.

>Sit beside the few technicians?
>Sit beside Mistress Yuga?
>Sit beside the guards?
>Sit by yourself? Say nothing.


Name: Mortimer
Rank: Corporal
Renown: Prize of the Theta Project.

Current Stats:
Mind: 10
Body: 20
Skill: 30
Smarts: 10
Sanity: 130

>>5124611
>Keep the Toy.
>Sit beside the guards?
Talk about breaking your record at the range. Humbly of course.

>>5124611
>Sit by yourself? Say nothing

> Keep the toy

It's an appropriate hood ornament for a big war machine desu.

>>5124611
>Keep toy
It's ours. One thing that proves we aren't just the governments.

>Sit by ourselves, say nothing

>>5124611
>Keep the Toy.
>Sit beside the guards?
Gonna join in on this.

>>5124611

>Keep the Toy.
>Sit beside the guards?

>>5124611
>Keep the Toy.
>Sit beside the guards?

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>>5124748
>>5124926
>>5125071
>>5125088
Deciding against sitting alone you settle on being beside the guards, you were all soldiers after all. Feeling a little shy you gingerly approached the two armored soldiers, the pair wore the typical concrete grey vests, padding and helmets. Somewhere under all that protection was the thin clothing you currently wore. Slipping your hand into your pocket you rolled the small dinosaur between your fingers, building up courage as the friction warmed the plastic toy. You felt a little underdressed, joining as they stowed their gear you did the same. Lodging your rather light bag under a seat, ignoring the sidelong glances as you took your seat. The pair eventually fell into their seats as all along the interior, cargo was restrained and passengers were either talking or trying to get comfortable on the thin padding.

Leaning close, you introduce yourself with a stutter to your neighbors. "H-hello I'm Mortimer… I'm a Corporal." You reach out your hand towards the guards, both watch you for a moment. An awkward pause hanging in the air as you kept your hand held out. The nearest guard took it hesitantly and gave you a firm shake. "Guardsman Smith, Second class." He replied, voice deep and gravely, his companion let out a soft chuckle. The noise distinctly feminine, next she reached out as he let go. Taking your hand and shaking it enthusiastically, mimicking Smith's tone. "Guardsman Suranovich, Second Class." You smiled a little embarrassed, cheeks burning as you blushed. "It's good to meet you." You added right after, cursing yourself for not saying it the first time. They both returned the courtesy.

The helicopter began to hum as engines whined and the craft stirred to life. Flight crew shut doors and double checked secured equipment. The noise grew, a steady building storm until you could hear nothing else. For a second you thought you would go deaf, but then the ground fell away. Even though you could feel the metal grating below your feet, you flinched, your soul and breath back on the helipad. Screaming the helicopter rose far into the clouds and as quickly as it had come, the sound was muffled. Resting your beret in your lap, without warning your ears popped uncomfortably as internal seals locked and sound suppression kicked in further. For a few minutes your mind wondered, glancing around the others who whispered amongst themselves or read. Through the small windows you could glimpse nothing but grey clouds. Then an elbow bumped you, turning towards the sources.

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>>5125331
Guardsman Smith having taken off his own helmet, Suranovich doing the same while he spoke. "Morty, right? 38/45, you got the skills to pay the bills. We all were bloody wondering who was scoring top three on base and wasn't even on arms duty. Are you some officer's kid or something?" Smith asks his strong jaw working out the words, Suranovich leant in to examine you, her vibrant red hair a surprise. "He's a Corporal Smith…" She muttered with a shake of her head, her deep blue eyes flickering onto the others present. "He's with the Interior Ministry." She said with confidence in her deduction, cocking her head towards Mistress Yuga. Smith's eyes widened a little at the words.

You too were caught off guard and didn't know how to reply. You had thought everyone knew why you were there, you own idiocy embarrassing you further. You sat further back in your seat unsure what to say as the two watch you. Stepping around the awkward topic you spoke up. "Well I actually beat that score… I got 42/45 this morning. So I'm technically 2nd on base…" Smith raised an eyebrow at your words, Suranovich just rolled her eyes before speaking again. "Well he clearly isn't good at espionage, so what are you? Psionics?" You blinked, you definitely weren't psionics. But you were unsure if you could actually share the truth with them, giving Mistress Yuga a sly glance, you found her flicking through folders. Trying your best at stealth you lean closer to smith and whisper softly to him. "Phobos Pilot."

He nodded, understanding and passing the message along to Suranovich. She shrugged, almost unimpressed. "Well like I said Morty, plenty of men stationed back on base are gonna be aiming to dethrone you. Maybe even from other projects." You nod, you hadn't even thought about that, how many other pilots would see Morty up there and aim to beat you. "So they ain't keeping any Psionics down there?" Suranovich added, interrupting your thoughts. "I don't think so…" The woman pouted, but eventually her smile returned. Kicking out both legs and stretching wide in her seat, an elbow bumping smith as she reaches for the stars. "Oh well, at least we are finally out of that bloody box. It might not be real leave but security detail is better than standing around in some empty corridor."

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>>5125336
You nodded, your own excitement taking over too. "I've never been to Kahva before, is it nice?" You inquired as the mood turned light. "It is great, really a beautiful city. Full of gorgeous women who love a man in uniform!" Smith spoke with stars in his eyes, you grinned even more. You were in uniform after all. You had never been to a city before. "I can't wait to grab a beer and a cutie when off duty. Security detail is piss easy." Suranovich said with a satisfied sigh, basking in a light you couldn't see. The pair were clearly very happy at the prospect of visiting Kahva. Their enthusiasm was rubbing off on you.

Rocking in your seat your mind a buzz of possibilities, you might even meet other pilots. You might even get to talk to them. And also as the rumours imply, cute girls too. With everyone in their own minds the conversation trails off as imaginations flared. Hours seemed to pass until a voice blared through the internal speaker system. Declaring the upcoming approach, the words woke everyone from the dull stupor that had coated the helicopter. Looking up, your eyes locked onto Mistress Yuga's own. Checking her watch you turned away. "Corporal. Catch!" She declared without warning, reflectively your hands raised even as you flinched.

Catching a small metal object, opening your palm to find a large pin. A white skull, the Greek letter for theta painted in a bold crimson in the center of it's forehead. Pinning the Sigil to your beret you quickly put it on, trying it out. Smith gave you an admiring nod as Suranovich shot you a thumbs up. Then the helicopter decided to fall out of the sky, leaving your soul up in the clouds and wiping the grin off your face. And with an uncomfortable bump the aircraft landed, you didn't know who to thank. So you just thanked everyone. Before you could give the guardsmen even more than a goodbye Mistress Yuga had whisked you onto the helipad.

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>>5125337
Stepping out into the wind you squinted against the snowfall, but the moment you saw Kahva your eyes widened. The city climbed up into the clouds all around you, vibrant and glowing. You struggled to breath, the sight freezing you before the wind did, looking all around you soaked in the megacity. "Keep up Corporal!" Yuga shouted towards you, a technician freeing you from the spot and guiding you towards the small door that led you off the pad. Inside people flowed all about, soldiers in snowy camo and others in jumpsuits. Mistress Yuga was ahead in the crowd, talking to a woman you didn't recognize and before you knew it you had been herded into a small room.

Only a few scientists and staff stood about talking. Awkwardly you stood by yourself, straightening your beret while trying to look busy. Being around so many people made anxiety blossom, the small dinosaur helped calm you down. Looking up as you could feel eyes focus on you only to find Mistress Yuga and the other woman watching intently, the stranger wearing a lab coat and combat boots. Crossing the room the pair approached, giving you a good look. You noticed she was a foreigner, you weren't really used to seeing one. She possessed slim eyes and dark short hair. "Corporal Mortimer! I've heard a lot about you. It's good to finally meet. I'm Dr. Yumigawa, but you can call me Haru if you like." She says eagerly, hand held out. You took it and gave it a soft shake. "Would you like to see your quarters first? Are you tired? Or are you raring to meet everyone else!" She said cheerfully, jostling from side to side in a little excited jig. You were unsure what to do, turning to mistress Yuga for assistance. She only spoke coldly. "Well Corporal?"

>Well Corporal what do you do?
>What do you say?write in.

>Check out your quarters first?

>Meet everyone else?

>>5125338
>Meet everyone else?
It's now or never let's meet everyone.

>>5125338
>Meet everyone else?

>>5125338
>Meet everyone else

>>5125338
>>Meet everyone else?

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>>5125567
>>5126297
>>5126403
You didn't expect so much to happen in such a short span of time. But you guessed this is what change was like. "Well I should probably say hello first…" You mumble out, eyes dropping to your boots. You knew you were out of your element, but you'd do your best. Yumigawa smiles wide, patting you on the arm playfully. "Now that's the spirit, no need to be shy. Yuga, Alexi will show you to the office. Ask him for anything, he'll do his best to get it." Fear swelled, you thought your Mistress would be accompanying you. You give her a worried glance, but the woman either failed to read your emotions or just didn't care. Probably both when you thought about it. "Come along Mortimer." The doctor says, pushing you back out of the room and into the hallway. Less people are around as she leads you through a network of indistinct hallways.

"How was the flight? Not too bumpy I hope!" She was cheerful and bright. You felt a little dull in her presence. "Oh it was only a little rough when we landed." She nodded vigorously, long white coat flapping as she spun to look at you. "I have hated flying ever since I was little. Even up here my legs feel bloody wobbly!" The doctor made an exaggerated example by wobbling with each step. Passing through a doorway into another hallway the ambient lighting changed dramatically, the oppressive fluorescent bulbs were replaced by an entire wall of glass. A massive window stretched all the way along on one side, you could see the city clearer. You felt your legs tremble at the sight, wide walkways branched between towers as helicopters cut through the clouds. Down below a nest of roads intertwined as countless lights danced across them.

Stepping closer you pressed against the glass, small figures walked below. From so high up they were just as small as the snowflakes that bumped into the glass. Turning up the towers climbed further into the clouds until they vanished into a featureless sea of white. "Pretty cool sight huh, well you better get used to it. You'll be stationed here until we get you and a Phobos engine sorted." You said nothing, in awe of the city. You hadn't known what to expect. "It so big." Was all you could muster. The woman let out a chuckle strangely enough watching you more than the cityscape. For a few minutes more you watch eventually pulling away as you began to feel hot. Slipping off your coat you stuff it into your bag. Yumigawa stood by bemused. "Ready?" She asked kindly, with a nod the pair of you set off.

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Zipping up in an elevator and through another sprawling mess of rooms you passed more people in a few minutes than you had seen in your entire youth. It was overwhelming, but after long you barely even registered them. Nothing but blank faces in the crowd. One thing did send a chill down your spine. A vault door, to either side stood men in black marking less combat gear. You felt them weighing you threat level through their blacked out visors. Avoid any eye contact you kept close to the doctor. You knew you had arrived as the hefty block of metal hissed shut behind you. Pivoting on the balls of her feet Yumigawa gave you a reassuring smile and held out a hand. "Give me your pack. I'll drop it off in your room while you are with the others." Hesitating a little, you handed it over.

Clutching your pack the woman let out a hooting roar as she began strutting down the corridor, the walls held fancy art. Paintings or drawings of cottages in the woods or horses in a field. The drone of voices came into earshot as you advanced, through a cracked door shadows moved and someone laughed. Your heart pounded, drumming a mad beat as you struggle to keep up. You swore the air was growing hot as you swallowed it down forcefully. The doctor let out another excited holler as she kicked the ajar door open with full force. Bloody hell what have you gotten yourself into. Following her in, you were the center of attention as the doctor at your side held her hands on her hips triumphantly. "Listen up Pilots! The Theta candidate has arrived. Say a big ole howdy to Mortimer!" She declared happily, clapping enthusiastically. "Howdy!" A girl in a white beret chirped out sarcastically. No one else made a peep.

The others present were all young, obviously the same age as you or close enough for linking. "Hello everyone!" You say out rather loud, trying to match the woman's gumption and eclipse her rather thunderous clapping. Only earning another set of clapping from the doctor. "Yeah! We have only got a couple of candidates left, so enjoy your time off. Because once everyone else arrives you'll be pushed to the limit!" Clearly excited by the idea Yumigawa back tracked out of the room and with a wink she slammed the door shut. Abandoning you to your fate. Turning back around you found almost every eye on you, but with her gone the crowd's attention was quickly drawn away. Standing alone you examined the room. The recreation room was the size of a large hall, in the far corner you could make out dining tables, the nearest area was mostly littered with sofas, coffee tables and television sets.

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>>5126463
A gang of girls in crimson berets sat whispering, their eyes flickering onto you before a trail of laughter followed. Two Pool tables and a pingpong table rested in another corner, a group of boys in grey berets skulking around it. Everyone was among their corresponding groups, a boy and two girls were playing cards, two tall boys in green berets were flicking cards at each other. By herself in an armchair the girl the white beret was busy reading. Or at least that's what you assumed she was pretending to be doing. Every few seconds she'd look at you. Bloody hell, you noticed everyone was bloody looking at you. "Ok…" You stammered out a little unsure of what to do. Then you noticed, everyone wore clothes. Normal clothes. Shorts and shirts. A few girls even had on dresses. You alone stood in full regalia, it was all you really had to wear. You couldn't help being overdressed.

>What do you do, Pilot?
>What do you say?

>Approach the group of boys around the game tables?

>Approach the group of girls around the sofas?

>Approach the group playing cards?

>Approach the two boys throwing cards?

>Approach the girl by herself?

>Sit by yourself?

>Sneak out and see if you can find your room?

>>5126468
>Sit by yourself?

>>5126468
>>Approach the girl by herself?

>>5126468
>Approach the girl by herself?

>>5126468
>>Approach the girl by herself?

Alright placing a bet on psion.

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>>5126886
>>5127890
>>5128085
You slid a hand into your pocket, the dino safely buried there. Like a little plastic fossil, you couldn't help wondering how many dinosaurs melted down to make the little green toy. You almost smiled, feeling better with it in your grasp. Focusing on the girl by herself, you decide to target the loner. Like a true pack hunter. Taking a deep breath you decided to stride right over, hesitation was thrown from the window screaming as it fell. You glimpsed her eyes tracking you, clearly trying her best to hide it. With the sneaky act of brushing her hair aside, she locked eyes with you. You almost stop, but ignoring the whispering smirks of the group of crimson berets you keep up the assault. You were out of the boat now. You just had to make it up the beach, stepping around a shin-high coffee table, you dodged blanketing machine gun fire and inched closer and closer.

She was still looking at you, but it didn't slow until you were right up to the bunker. As you reach a few meters away the girl returns her attention to the book on her lap pretending to read, just very poorly. Coming to a halt a few feet apart, you hopped into the trench line and skewered her with a word shaped bayonet. "Howdy." For a moment there is silence. Then she cracks a smile, struggling to keep a straight face before forcing it to drop. The other pilot releases a loud huff, her nostrils flaring as she looks up, glaring at you. Cool blue eyes full of hate. Getting a closer look you could clearly make out the pin on her own Beret. A black coffin with a white Eta symbol sitting in the center, she wore it loosely on her head. That was not regulation at all, neither was her hair cut. Her hair was black and long, bangs hung from the lip of her beret hiding her forehead. You two were the only people without comrades.

The girl was skinny, her thin thighs jutting out of her shorts, the loose t-shirt she wore showing off her small arms. A large yellow creature was on the shirt, oddly you didn't recognize it. Some kind of fictional cartoon character, it had blue lightning zapping out of it's well defined butt. it was no dinosaur you knew of, you presumed she must have made it herself. The art was very strange but the two small mounds caught your eyes as well. For a second they were just as confusing as the yellow monster, but then you recognized what they were. The girl leans forward, her eyes sliding along until they align with your own. "Can I help you?" She asks, her words dripping with venom. She wasn't bad looking, well you thought so. But you didn't have much of a scale of reference.

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You guessed she could be cute. Kahva was keeping up it's end of the deal so far. Unsure of how to answer the rude question, you shrug looking around the room. A few eyes were on you, without backing down you continued. "I'm the only candidate to pass Theta… are you the only person from Eta? Or..." You say hoping you could find some common ground. "Notice that all by yourself did yah? Or do you need another look? Those failures in Eta couldn't keep up with me! You should remember that." You noted it down mentally, shifting from foot to foot as it became more and more uncomfortable to be around her. But you weren't giving up. Not yet anyway. "What's your name?" She inhales sharply next, rolling her eyes. She was looking further beyond annoyed, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms.

"My name is Katerina, anything else? Want my bra size too?" She said out louder then needed, loud enough for a few heads to spin. The boys were grinning now too as the crimson girls barely restrained themselves from cackling like hyenas. Your blood began to run cold, sweat dripping down your ribs. Before long you'd be sweating through your clothes. Whipping your brow you noticed her own eyes flicker to the right. Onto the girls, a devilish grin spreading slowly before she tucked her lips away and licked them. Then they flicker back onto you, like a snake she licks her lips again. Tasting your fear probably. The grin quickly returned, shutting her book, she then rested an elbow on the arm of the large chair. Her chin landed on it snuggly. "How was Theta then? Tough?" She asked, the attitude slipping.

>What do you do, Pilot?
>What do you say? Write in.

>Excuse yourself and leave Katerina alone.
>Excuse yourself and sit alone.
>Excuse yourself and talk to someone else? Write in
>Talk to Katerina? Write in.
>Activate Self-destruct and take her down with you.

>>5128242
>Talk to Katerina? Write in.

> "Manageable, I guess. Like you said, maybe the others were just too weak. How long you been practicing that aura of venomous mystery?"

Also dammit OP do not immediately throw a girl who wants nothing to do with us right off the bat, I'm a sucker for those.

>>5128242
>What do you do, Pilot?
>What do you say?
>I was 2 years on my own and the first candidate I saw in that time is telling me we aren't on the same level.
>Yeah it's really great being considered for an Emperor Class Phobos. Can you stop the act and just accept that I am socialy stunted since
I haven't seen anyone near my age in, oh. Let me remind you 2 fucking years. Also don't need your bra size to know you are flat.

>>5128242
>>Talk to Katerina? Write in.
>>Theta was rather.. lonley, my group was filtered hard, that's how i ended up for 2 years all by my lonesome.
They said that they try me on the Emperor class one, i guess you too?

>>5128242
>>What do you do, Pilot?
Remember training, steel your mind and body.
The combat, the cold, the exercises, the reading.
Again and again, and again.
We are from Theta project. We are steel and cold, in flesh.
Then talk

>>What do you say? Write in.

"Good, my name is Mortimer, Corporal. Yes i want to know what kind of training Eta project candidates have gone through so i can compare it with my own. Simple."
".. No ? I would prefer if you answer my question i don t see why that information is relevant. It s not something personal for you ?"
"Theta ? It was good, i have learned and trained much there. There where many trials and tests of different kind, all of them prepared us for be proper soldiers. But it s only me left now. Beside that they will let me test an Emperor Class Phobos apperantly. Will you test one as well Katerina ?"

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>>5128315
You blush, flustering and trying to save your reputation reply loudly. "No thank you! That is private information, you don't have to tell me that." You watch a corner of the room that no one was in until your face cools down. Without further restraint it was time to attack. Twisting the bayonet hard you pull the foot stool beside the large chair over and sit down. Face like the armour of a Phobos. Calm and collected. The girl watching you like prey, only occasionally blinking. Almost never. Unlike you, you were blinking like crazy. Not very calm and only partially collected. You just wanted to make small talk like a regular person. But Katerina had asked and you would share, there wasn't anything in your past that ashamed you. And that knowledge gave you strength. You are Theta, the small dinosaur in your grip reinforced that. It made you feel secure even under the unwarranted meanness.

Pushing any hint of anger aside you spoke, low enough for her alone to hear. Trying your best to not hesitate. Trying to sound normal, no matter how abnormal it was. "Theta was manageable, it was good. I passed, I guess. I must be better than the others too… I'm Corporal. I mean my name is Mortimer, I am a Corporal." You are not ashamed. Keeping up the assault you drove a knee into her. Tapping the skull on your beret and shooting her a soft smile.

Well you hope that's how it looked. "Theta was tough... It has pretty much been just me for the last two years, I think it was the meshed interference trails that really filtered out the other candidates. But no one ever told me, they'd just leave and never come back. We underwent a lot of endurance PT between bouts of neural strain. We would do it for days on end… We were whittled away until it was just me." You chuckle, trying to break the rather dark turn. A joke might save it before she thought you were a complete headcase. You gave her some more rope to work with. Trying to be down to earth. Not strange. "Was it like that in Eta? Is that how you got that noir aura of venomous mystery? Because I really dig it." Do people say dig? A staffer used to say it on base all the damn time. Yah dig? She gives you a rather puzzled look, but seems to be mulling over your words.

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Her eyes scan the rec room and then settle back onto you, leaning a little closer she replies. "Sounds lonely, a real tear jerker. Eta was fucking brutal. Nothing but hard cunts, brass had us running live fire drills any chance they got. Only ever did synchro dives. No meshing or any of that fancy shit. We didn't even get food. Used to eat the snow, so yeah it was a little tough in Eta. But I'm the only one still alive." The words were matter of fact and dead pan. She had pulled the pin on a grenade, blowing you up before you called finish the job. Your jaw was agape, you thought you had it bad. Live fire drills only happened twice a year. Katerina's face was grim.

Rustling about, she produced a slim red box from her pocket. Pulling back a tab you spotted what was inside, about half a pack of cigarettes. Pulling one free you noticed it's shape, it was rolled in the shape of a square instead of being round. "Got a light?" You shook your head, earning another disappointed sigh from the girl. Rustling in the other pocket of her thigh high shorts she whipped out a small lighter. As she lit up you spoke, you could relate a little easily sounding sincere. "I'm sorry, that sounds awful. My Mistress says I'm a prospect for an Emperor class, so something good came out of it right? What about you?" As she took a deep pull, you noticed a few turning heads out the corner of your eye, you sure they hadn't heard.

But the smoke was very noticeable. "Mistress? Actually I'd rather not know…" Katerina grinned, showing her fangs like a vicious snake, strands of smoke trailing out. "Here I was thinking you were some socially inept Knight, guess the ministry doesn't worry about strapping an idiot into their death machines. Because they plan to put me in an Emperor Class as well." You smile. A weight off your shoulders, you were no social butterfly but it seems like she was warming up to you. "Want one?" She offered, holding out the pack at you.

+10 Sanity Gained
Katerina: +0.5

>What do you do, Pilot?
>Accept a Cigarette.
>Decline a Cigarette.

>Excuse yourself and sit alone.
>Excuse yourself and talk to someone else? Write in
>Talk to Katerina? Write in.

>>5128450
>>Accept a Cigarette.

>Talk to Katerina? Write in.
> So, you got any idea what an Emperor is like? They didn't tell me much.

> Try not to cough

>>5128450
>Decline a Cigarette.
>Talk to Katerina? Write in.
> So, you got any idea what an Emperor is like? They didn't tell me much.
One woman who I knew smokes and she's kinda a bitch.

>>5128450
>Decline a Cigarette.
>Talk to Katerina? Write in.
I hope we can work together well if we will be in the same team, coordination is fundamental in battle and in training. What you know of an emperor class ? Have you ever been out of of your base for training or other tests ? Where are you from ? Have you already talked with the others ?

>Excuse yourself and talk to someone else? Write in
If we have to socialize, we should talk to other people as well. Thank her for the talk, and then go to the group who looks less hostile to us from their body postures and faces expressions.

>>5128450
>Decline a Cigarette
Smoking is bad for you.
>Excuse yourself and talk to someone else - The two boys in the Green Berets
Let's try this introduction thing again, hopefully we'll leave less spaghetti fallout behind this time. Maybe we can make some bros here, who knows.

Maybe hit Katerina with a quiet 'It was nice to meet you' and an awkward smile as we excuse ourselves too. Just to see what happens.

>>5128915
Bah, maybe I'm old, but every girl I knew in my twenties smoked, and only most of them were bitches.

>>5128938
Support

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>>5128915
>>5128920
"Oh thank you, but I'd rather not. They aren't good for you." You replied politely, Katerina just rolled her eyes and set the pack down on her lap. Taking the initiative you continue asking questions. "Do you happen to have any ideas about what it's like piloting an Emperor Class? They didn't tell me much." Her eyes flicker over the other pilots again before coldly settling on you. Shifting forward she sat almost at the edge of her seat, closing the space between you until you could feel her breath on your face. Uncomfortably close.

Earning yourself a face full of smoke she spoke low in a whisper. "I heard it fries your mind. It burns out your eyes. Well the part of your brain that causes them to function. Same with taste, touch, hearing and even smell. It steals everything from you. But when you're in it… The whole world is within your hand. People say you can taste the sweat on the brows of your enemies, smell the piss in their pants as if it was your own and hear the rumbling bubbles of blood welling up from their throats. Emperor pilots stay in for so long their arms and legs atrophy becoming useless until they waste away. And when the body finally dies they fight on, their mind trapped and bound to the metal sarcophagus. Killing friend and foe alike in a blind rage until it is finally taken apart." Her words were heavy for once, the snide tone shifting to a more neutral one. "Well that's the rumours I've heard anyway." She takes a long pull, your eyes lock.

As your mind races, the idea of that happening to you. It was almost too much to bear. Katrina blows another puff of smoke right into your face. "if you could see your face. Not so happy to be one now huh?" You gave her a meek nod, thoughts of becoming numb lingering in your mind. Dying and living through an alien tool before dying again. You chalked it up to rumours, trying to reassure yourself. "Well I hope we can work well together in the future, coordination is fundamental in battle and training." Katerina sighed. "Aye, Aye Captain!" The girl retorted sarcastically, she even did a little salute. You smile, her lingering words making you feel unsure.

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Trying to ignore your scattered thoughts and apprehension about the Phobos you ask another question. "Have you ever been out of your base for training or other tests? This is my first time. I've never been to a city before, everything is so tall." Sliding back into her previous position she nodded. "Really? We had Joint exercises with the epsilon unit. We did a few war games, capture the flag. That kind of stuff. But it wasn't far, just out in the woods. Ep was stationed on the other end of our facility. We got to go home to our families every other six months. For a week or two if you were lucky." Her words were nonchalant, you hadn't had that option. You wouldn't know where to go if you even could. Keeping up the smile you grip the dinosaur for help. "I see, Where are you from?" Katerina took another deep pull, face becoming annoyed again.

More smoke escaping as she talked "Can you only ask questions or something? Well, where are you from?" You shrug, you couldn't remember the name. That snowy place. Your old home. "It was a village. In the mountains. But I can't remember it well, only when they came for me…" You weren't sure what else to say. Katerina sighed again. "I'm from Graznochek, my mum still lives there. Happy?" You weren't sure where that was, but added it to your mental note. Even with the risk of annoying the young woman further you ask another question. "Have you talked to any of the other Pilots already?" She looked surprised by that one. Her facade dropped long enough for you to notice. "Why would I talk to any of those plebs?" She asked incredulously.

Closing the distance once again, leaning in near enough that the cigarette between her lips almost burned you. Backing off a little you reply. "Well you are talking to me…" the girl let out a huff. "We aren't talking, you're annoying me. This is a one way convocation. But I have seen them for the last few hours. Those girls in the Crimson, that's Alpha Project. Those in the Navy Berets are from the Beta Project, the two boys in green are from gamma. Those six guys in Grey are Delta. And there is one idiot in black, he is apparently from Theta. He's been the only one to bother approaching someone from outside their project. I think he might be a retard." You might technically be the most socially adept person in the room. Only time would tell.

Katerina: +0.2

>What do you do, Pilot?
>What do you say? Write in.

>Excuse yourself and sit alone.
>Excuse yourself and talk to someone else? Write in
>Talk to Katerina? Write in.

>>5129454
>>What do you do, Pilot?
>It's not because I can't converse for shit that I'm not a genius in killing.
>Until we meet next time.
>Go to the green gamma boys. We are kinda socially inept so baby steps are good.

>>5129454
>>What do you do, Pilot?
>Remind yourself of what you have learn and what you have said. Could be useful. Be now or in the future.
>....It doesn't speak well that we might not be of a superior standard than the others, why they didn't add similar training to the ones in Eta ? We where not good enough ? More thoughts about the complete different trainings can come later, we will think about that when we are alone. perhaps Mistress can inform us why.

>>What do you say? Write in.
>Thanks for answering Katerina, see you.
>Approach the Gamma Project candidates. Look at their body postures and faces expressions, it should reveal if they would be hostile or even lie to us. A proper soldier of course can control his emotions and body, and avoid to give away even this informations.

>>5129454
>What do you do, Pilot?
>Excuse yourself and talk to someone else
>Until later, Katerina
>Approach the Greens, see if they're amiable to conversation. See if they're as socially stunted as we are

>>5129454
>>What do you do, Pilot?
Excuse self and go meet Green

>>What do you say? Write in.
@ Katerina: Well then, thanks for humoring me. See you around, kitty-Kat.

@ Green Bros: Good day, boys. How long have you two been waiting in this delightful little lobby? Please tell me we get let out occasionally to use the firing range and go jogging or something...

>>5129454
>It was awful talking to ya. Have a nice day and see you soon
>Talk to gamma boys

>>5129467
Support

>>5129733
>>5129454
+1, let's go make some bros.

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>>5129467
>>5129499
>>5129733
>>5129885
>>5129901
>>5130127
>>5130056
With Katerina's assessment of the other pilots laid bare you gave them all another glance. You knew you should probably talk to them. At least start the foundations of a working relationship. Another plume of smoke was blown into your face. The girl chortled softly with rude satisfaction, her eyes still sharp. Tapping her ash onto the ground without any shame.
Standing you made sure to be looking down on her as you speak. Textbook social supremacy. "Well then, thanks for humoring me and answering all my questions. It was just awful talking to ya, have a nice day. I'll be seeing you later Kitty-kat." The girl watches you stand, furious glare returning as her lips twisted into a smirk before souring. She spoke venom. "I've filled my monthly quota for tard wrangling, so you'll have to bother someone else. Oh and by the way Morty, do the world a favor and leave the planet." As you turned she fanned her hand at you, shooing you away as if there was a smell left lingering by your presence.

You felt a little taller after your exchange retorts. You definitely hit her with a zinger. The other girls eyed you again, but you ignored them and focused on the two gamma boys. They were sitting further apart now, still throwing cards at each other. Now that they had you focus you could tell one was using a red deck and the other a blue one. Most of the cards were going astray as about two meters separated them. But occasionally one would hit the other. One was blonde and the other had brown hair, they were tall and both clearly muscular. You realized the girls might have been looking at them instead of you. Advancing you were unsure of who to directly address so spoke loud enough that they both assumed you were talking to them. "Hello the-." The blonde one interrupted you, talking over your rather meek introduction. "Didn't you get the memo Theta kid? Can't you see we are still in the divided and untrustworthy phase?" He spoke in a strange accent before throwing another card at the brown haired pilot. It missed.

Up close you could see the design of their pin. A coiled snake, fangs bared and tongue in the shape of the gamma symbol. "I'm Morti-." You start again when the other gamma interrupts you. "So did she tell you anyway?" Throwing his own card. He also missed. "Tell me what?" You answered a little confused by the laid-back attitude. Raising an eyebrow he eyes you somewhat suspiciously. You were almost at a loss for words. "Brother. Her bra size. What did she say?" A little stunned, you paused before replying. Your hope for normalcy diminishes slightly. "Oh she didn't say.'' The card throwing ceased as the two boys leaned forwards. "Looks like double A right?" All three of you turned, Katerina was back to reading her book. Or at least pretending to, because she quickly raises her middle finger as the others continue talking.

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>>5130659
You were unsure if they were double A. "No way Brother, A or B. They aren't that small." The blonde one looks again, voice sounding uncertain as he spoke "I dunno. They are pretty small." The brown haired gamma stares you in the eyes, his voice stern. "How'd they look up close Theta kid?" You shrugged, you hadn't really planned to discuss the topic. And just thinking about her breasts made you feel embarrassed. "They looked pretty small." Brown gamma nodded thoughtfully as the blonde one spoke up again. Cutting in his own opinion with a rather thoughtful tone. "Shape is important too you know, not just size." About half the decks of cards were littered around the floor. "Yeah for real" the other gamma answered.

You decided to skip the introduction and settle on a question. "How long ha-." Another card flicks between them as the blonde one speaks again.
"What about those milk sacks, god damn"
Tilting his head in the direction of the alpha girls. One of them was stretching, her woolen sweater doing little to hide her large chest. "Yeah for real." The brown haired one answers. The pair fall into another conversation. "Right? Those alpha girls, there just aren't enough of them to go around." The blonde pilot said in a disappointed tone, you could notice the uneven number of possible couples. Eight girls to the nine boys. "You'll have to keep the rude one Theta kid." The brown smirked. "Yeah for real" the blonde one added, throwing in his two cents in the matter before continuing. "We'll fight to the death over the rest. I'm pretty sure I could take on three of those delta runts."

You hesitated for a second, contemplating why you would even have to be stuck with the rude one. "Easily." The other supported. "That lit-." Interrupting you spoke loud enough that the other groups might even hear. "Please tell me we get let out occasionally to use the firing range and go jogging or something…" The two boys blinked and turned, not expecting you to interrupt their discussion. A card hits you. "Theta kid, the firing range is right here." Reflectively you caught the card before it fell to the ground. "Yeah for real" Another card hits you. You catch it deftly. This didn't seem to be working out how you had intended. Conveniently you heard Katerina sniker in the background.

>What do you do, Pilot?
>What do you say? Write in.

>Throw the cards back. SKILL TEST.
>Excuse yourself and sit alone.
>Excuse yourself and talk to someone else? Write in
>Talk to the Gamma boys? Write in

>>5130662
>Throw the cards back. SKILL TEST.

>>5130662
>Throw the cards back. SKILL TEST.
>Well then throwing range instead of firing range it is.

>>5130659
>"Brother. Her bra size. What did she say?"
>The card throwing ceased as the two boys leaned forwards. "Looks like double A right?"
I am already certain we made a fantastic descision meeting with these two. The Emperor Pilot and his two Prince/Knight bros.

>>5130662
>Throw the cards back. SKILL TEST.
Give 'em the smirk too, we were about to beat the all time high score back at base. Flicking some cards should be easy peasy compared to that.

>>5130662

>Throw the cards back. SKILL TEST

ASSERT DOMINANCE

>>5130662
>>Throw the cards back. SKILL TEST.

>>5130670
>>5130674
>>5130676
>>5130682
>>5130686
You were at the firing range huh. At this distance. They didn't stand a chance, the madmen shouldn't have armed you. Two cards was more than enough, one for each pilot would do nicely.

!!SKILL TEST!!
>Roll 3d6+6 (Bonus +3 from close range.)
>Highest of the first three rolls will be used.
>Stats give a bonus to relevant tests.

Failure: 3-7
Partial failure : 8-10
Partial success :11-13
Success : 14-18
Critical Success: 19+

Rolled 6, 5, 2 + 6 = 19 (3d6 + 6)

>>5130689
CHECK EM

Rolled 1, 1, 2 + 6 = 10 (3d6 + 6)

>>5130689
>>5130690
First roll crit success. They didn't stand a chance.

Rolled 2, 1, 2 + 6 = 11 (3d6 + 6)

>>5130689

>>5130690
Based

>>5130690
DOUBLE KILL!

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>>5130690
>>5130692
>>5130700
19, 10, 11
!!TEST PASSED!!
!!CRITICAL SUCCESS!!
+1 Skill Gained[/b

They were relying on their wrists too much. A good throw starts up in the shoulder and follows through. You would show them how. Both gamma pilots had their hands cocked back, ready to throw again. You were cool as a cucumber, ice cold baby. They had you at a disadvantage but that was it. Your eyes tracked between their own. Death was in the air. You could smell it. Everyone could. A sudden build up in tension that hadn't been there before. None of you dared to blink. That was their mistake, while they froze you moved. Fluidly and perfectly, both arms extending and flexing in unison. You were far from close to them, but the range really wouldn't have made a difference.

The cards were free with such force you almost didn't see them. Two arrows, one red and one blue. Both carved through the air, such a balance of force keeping them from bowing and flying off course. Cutting the air both struck in unison. Double kill. A single loud slap resounding out. It was a pair of brilliant throws. Blonde got struck on the bridge of his nose, dropping his own cards in surprise and flinching away from you. The auburn one had just started to say something when it hit him in the forehead, instead he stammered loudly. The whole room was silent after the execution, that was until Katerina broke the silence by bursting into laughter. A few of the alpha girls who had seen joined in. A couple others gave you wary glances after missing the show. The two boys reeled back in their chairs, arms wide and feigning death. "Gunned down in the prime of my life." The blonde declared. "Brutal." Was all the brown haired boy could muster.

Katerina: +0.2

>>5130755
You let out your breath, only now noticing you had been holding it. Your dominance had been asserted, two bold red marks showing your skill of accuracy. Smirking, you knew that if you were gonna talk to them, now was the time. "Welcome to the firing range boys. I'm Mortimer, but everyone just calls me Morty. What are the names of these dead men?" The pair kept up the corpse act, speaking as their eyes glazed over. "Oh sweet poor Alexander was such a good boy, who would end him in such a foul and dubious manner? Some fiend called Morty." The blonde one spoke in a poorly done old woman's voice, before laughing and sitting up. "Oh Aye, that same damn fella did away with that handsome and well hung young stallion Anthony. What a beast!" The brown haired boy bemoaned in his own aged accent sitting up after the eulogy finished. Both now watching you with equal helpings of awe and interest. "Well then Morty, why don't you have a seat?" Alexander said while cleaning up the mess of cards around him. Anthony did the same. "Yeah for real." You move to pull a seat over, relieved greatly by the introductions. Getting comfortable you lean in, the other pilots doing the same.

Alexander: +2
Anthony: +2

>What do you do, Pilot?
>What do you say? Write in.

>Excuse yourself and sit alone.
>Excuse yourself and talk to someone else? Write in
>Talk to the Gamma boys? Write in

Name: Mortimer
Rank: Corporal
Renown: Prize of the Theta Project.

Current Stats:
Mind: 10
Body: 20
Skill: 31
Smarts: 10
Sanity: 140

Social Standing:
Katerina: 0.9
Alexander: 2.0
Anthony: 2.0

Fucked up the formating on that last post.

>>5130764
>Talk to the Gamma boys? Write in
I don't really have any idea as to what to talk about.

>>5130764
>Talk to the Gamma boys? Write

Ask what they specialize in, clearly ours is shooting

>>5130764
>Talk to the Gamma boys? Write in

I dunno, ask them about the standard stuff like "How was the Gamma project" and something

>>5130764
>>What do you do, Pilot?
Enjoy a small victory

>Talk to the Gamma boys? Write in
"So Anthony and Alexander.... are you brothers ? Both of you have the back for the other it seems."
Then ask about Gamma project, how it was, their tests and training. We need to know our battle brothers, and what they can do.

>>5130860
>>5130764
This is good, supporting.

>>5130860
support

>>5130836
>>5130791
Combination of these two

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>>5130791
>>5130836
>>5130843
>>5130860
Weapon of an Empire OST.
Track 1 - Casual Engagement.
https://voca.ro/1gPw4phIMVVO

It was time to talk shop. While you had to rough 'em up a bit the Gamma boys seem to be humouring your interest in conversation. It was a clean victory, so you savour it. "So Anthony and Alexander.... are you brothers? Both of you have the back for the other it seems." The pair laugh, heads thrown back in frightening similarity. Besides the colour of their hair they were both as you assume, handsome young men. Their faces were very symmetrical after all. Alexander gave the other pilot a close inspection. "Is it that easy to tell?" You nod. Anthony spoke next. "For real? We have the same father, different mothers if you couldn't tell. Alex is older than me by a week." Your good intuition made you feel even better. "How was Gamma? Training wise, I heard Eta was pretty tough." Your small trio crept closer, voices dropping low.

It was second nature to be secretive, the training and conditioning made you all that way. Any one who hadn't undergone such training would stand out like a sore thumb. "It was pretty tough I guess.. we did a lot of PT, equipment and neural load training. Some very brief interference runs and mostly conditioning and a lot of weapons training. Rest of the unit dropped out mainly because of PT, I heard they were dropping into lower selection groups." Tony replied. The interior ministry really did make some strange weapons, pilots were the strangest ones of all. "We are Prince prospects by the way... I know, you can bask in our glory as much as you'd like." Holding his hands out Anthony looked up to the heavens and basked on the glory of the lights above.

Boy were they in for a surprise. "So no one died in your group?" The Two boys swooped in the barrier back up, both mouths dropping open."Kids died in Theta? What the fuck Morty." Alex whispered. "By the Empress, what the fuck Morty." Tony added. You raise your hands in defense, they had a worse reaction than you did. "I didn't kill anyone… but I don't think so. Everyone dropped out during meshed interference and other neural trials. I was alone for the last two years." The two pilots digested the words, eyes still on you. "How did you even manage to survive that? We had the entire unit until graduation. Then they were just dropped into other units and we ended up here." You weren't sure how to answer, the silence dragging on. The dino in your pocket called out for your hand. But you refrained. "What are your prospects?" Alex asked, Tony waited on the edge of his seat. "Me and Kat are Emperor Class candidates." Their unmoving faces suggest they had come to that conclusion before asking.

>>5131107
The whole children might have died thing may have tipped them off to your rather harsh training. "Kat huh? So you two are pretty close already?" Tony asked with a smile, smashing the awkward air that had formed. You rolled your eyes. "So you like small Morty? Nice handful huh? A Mouthful huh?" Alex added, you blush. Face escaping to your hands as the pair threw their heads back in unison and roared like apes.

Alexander: +5
Anthony: +5

>What do you do, Pilot?
>What do you say? Write in.

>Excuse yourself and sit alone.
>Excuse yourself and talk to someone else? Write in
>Talk to the Gamma boys? Write in

>>5131111
> Talk to the Gamma boys? Write in

> Is she close to anyone? Talking to her was like jogging through a minefield. I mean, a pretty one, but still.

>>5131111
Nice quads

>Talk to the Gamma boys? Write in
"We where close when we talked, but it s not enough for now"
"I don't mind, they can have their qualities"
"Now did everyone really keep for themselves here before i arrived ? So far beside me and that other guy, i haven t see another candidate talk with the others. Why ? Both of you are quite social and nice to talk with so i am surprised."
"Beside knowing the ones we will fight with is, simply, fundamental for us soldiers. Remember that."

>>5131214
+1

>>5131214
+1

>>5131214
>>5131175
+1 to both

>>5131638
Changing to
>>5131175
>>5131214
+1 to both.

>>5131107
Nice Voca.ro
Is it of your own making or is it part of a playlist?

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>>5131175
>>5131214
>>5131380
>>5131638
>>5131696
Through your hands you reply, the words helping to cool your hot cheeks. "Is she close to anyone? Talking to her was like jogging through a minefield. I mean, a pretty one, but still." The pair took the words and howled further. Through your fingers you could make out heads turning to see the commotion. You had tried to push them off the idea, but the boys seem to enjoy holding it over you. Tony was busy making kissy faces and would set Alex off further each time. Hitting them with another retort you dropped your hands, face finally settling down. "We were close when we talked, but that's enough for now… Physically close, nothing strange." You said, reiterating for the pilots. "Anyway, I don't mind. All sizes can have their qualities."

The boys accepted your sage wisdom, nodding enthusiastically. "For real." They mumbled in near unison. "Now. Did everyone here really keep to themselves before I arrived? So far beside me and that other guy, I haven't seen another candidate talk with the others. Why? Both of you are quite social and nice to talk with so I am surprised." Shuffling his deck of cards Alex spoke first. "Damn Morty, you know how to soften a girl up. We are both very nice." Tony joined in. "Damn I guess I am pretty nice." You worried you'd get nowhere with the pair, but they slinked closer in and spoke low. "We have only been here a few hours, when we did arrive Alpha and Delta were chatting. So we kept our distance, no one made an effort to say anything." Tony spoke next "As the other candidates arrived everyone just stayed in their own separate groups. New places and lack of comfort zones would be my guess, why waste the time getting to know someone you might never see again." You wondered how many of the other Pilots even carried a momento.

>>5131964

Alex nods agreeing with his brother. "I wasn't gonna break the ice. Gamma, Eta and Beta. We are small compared to them" you found the issue strange, but you could understand the mindset. You hadn't seen anyone else in two years, so your hunger for social activity. No matter the quality would be more than theirs. You reply, your own thoughts trying to sway them. "Well besides knowing the Pilots we have a high chance of fighting alongside. Simply, communication is fundamental for us soldiers. Remember that." The words came out stern, like a teacher addressing his rapscallion pupils. You expect respectful eyes, but instead found the pair woefully unimpressed by the admonishing. Tony raised an eyebrow. "Oh? well go on then. We'll sit here. Go talk to the Alpha girls, see how it plays out? If you need help give us a sign and we'll rush over and beat them up for you." Alex smiled. "Yeah, if it's as easy as you say. Show us." The pair of devil's grinned, turning to examine your next task. The girls were chatting amongst themselves. A cold chill dances down your spine.

>What do you do, Pilot?
>What do you say? Write in.

>Introduce yourself to Alpha?
>Excuse yourself and sit alone?
>Excuse yourself and talk to someone else? Write in
>Talk to the Gamma boys? Write in

>>5131712
Thanks Anon, I made it. Since I'm no drawfag to give the quest a bit more depth I'll try my best to make some tracks for situations and important moments.

>>5131107
>>5131966

It s a nice track. Keeping it around for the quest. In regard to images well the ones you already use are still quite nice.
If the quest keeps going, you should attract one or more of them i am sure of that. Descriptions help them if one wants to try something be a phobos, a character or anythigne else.

>"If it s easy as you say Show us."
My my my, i need to think about this one

>>5131966
>What do you do, Pilot?
Another test, Another challenge ? We can take it, or learn from it if it doesn't go as well. This isn't real combat or battle after all.

>Talk to the Gamma boys? Write in
"I can't guarantee a success, but if i was able to talk with her and the two of you without getting in a fight i think have some chances. Despite the clear disadvantage of numbers i face at the moment."
"If nothing else we can all learn something from it, some ice can't be broken no matter how many times you try and certain people can't be tusted by us. For the moment don't act, look at what the others do. If they do something violent, feel free to join."
"... maybe i will tell you their sizes later"

then
>Introduce yourself to Alpha?
Calm and present ourselves. We look, and are a soldier.

//
Interesting so they talked with each other. Now why the military would put us all in this room like this though ? They are for sure observing what is happening. The lives of this candidates are all about training and tests after all.

>>5132004
+1
Would like to add.
>"Don't you two guys want to join me in front of the firing squad? It will make it more managable."

>>5132004
>>5132123
+1

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>>5132004
>>5132123
>>5132455
All your life that you could remember was a test. One after another. Success after success. You wouldn't stop now. You can take it, even if you fail, you will learn from it. Only losers stay down, you have struggled through worse. It isn't like they were going to shoot you for being uncharismatic. Taking a deep breath you addressed the duo. "Don't you two guys want to join me in front of the firing squad? It will make it more manageable." The pair of bastards laugh, almost falling into each others arms. "No thank you my good sir!" Alex said, declining the offer as Tony shook his head vigorously. Letting out a huff you were resigned to your fate. "I can't guarantee a success, however if i was able to talk with her and the two of you without getting in a fight I think I have a pretty good chance. Despite the clear disadvantage of numbers I face at the moment."

Tony hummed in thought, watching the girls as if he was weighing your chances of dying of embarrassment. "If nothing else we can all learn something from it, some ice can't be broken no matter how many times you try and certain people can't be trusted by us. It would be good to gauge their reactions to even friendly conversation. But for the moment don't act, look at what the others do. If they do something violent, feel free to join..." You ordered commandingly, "... maybe i will tell you their sizes later." You tacked on quietly after, ensuring only the three of you would hear the low low words. The fools grinned, and before you knew it they were both elbowing you like mad men. "Go on Champ!" "Go get them, tiger!" Being prodded from your seat the advancement began.

All of Alpha turns to watch you approach, the heavy artillery called in. Damn. You can't remember ever being in front of so many girls your own age. You were used to barely talking to adult women, you felt a little out of your depth. None glared at you, none giggled. They all watched you expectantly as you got closer, a single chair sat across from the sofas they lounged on. It hadn't been there when you first walked passed. A cold sweat ran down your neck, why was there a chair now? They watch you like hawks, faces stoic and giving nothing away. Charging through the artillery you made it to the chair. Right up to the damn dugout without saying any words. You wouldn't sit. Not yet, you needed the power position against so many clearly reserved young women. Resting a hand on the back of the chair you took up an almost inspiring pose. Like a general of antiquity.

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>>5132501
Up close you got a clear look at their crimson berets, the pin is an Alpha symbol clutched within the claws of a majestic hawk in mid flight. Taking it slow, you put on a polite tone. "Howdy everyone, I am Corporal Mortimer. I'm the Theta Candidate, it's very nice to meet all of you. I hope we can get along well and cooperate like true comrades in arms... Would you mind if I sit?" You gestured to the seat. The five girls were spread across two sofas. Three on the right and two to your left. The girl in the middle of the trio spoke up first, the others looking to her as if for a judgement. You knew at that moment that she was in charge. Pinched scars crawled down her brow through her eye and onto her cheek.

The glassy orb made you even more nervous, her platinum hair long and kept in a reserved style. "It is nice to meet you too, Corporal Mortimer. I am Sergeant Castilla, Alpha unit candidate. You're a lot politer than the behavior of the other units suggested, but we haven't exchanged more than glances with them. So you may sit." You nodded your thanks, a bead of sweat racing down your neck as she mentioned the other units. Seeing the large breast from the corner of your eye. Fighting yourself to not even remotely look toward them, focusing entirely on Castilla. She didn't falter under your gaze, you thought she might even be enjoying your reserved and formal attention. "Well then where are my manners? To my left, is Specialist Yiva. Another Alpha candidate." You gave the girl a respectful nod, not wanting to interrupt the sergeant by saying anything.

Yiva has dark mahogany hair, a big fringe covering her forehead as the rest flowed down to her shoulder. Freckles dance across her nose and cheeks, the red and white striped sweater she was wearing stretched to contain her large chest. You quickly looked to the next girl. "and on my right we have Specialist Sophia, Alpha candidate." She gave you a small wave, her hair golden brown. Like the scales of some mythical dragon, an earthy yet shiny tone. You swore you could feel her clear blue eyes staring into your soul. Thankful Castilla continues her introductions, you follow her hand and watch the remaining pilots. "On the second couch we have, on your left is Specialist Lucy and to her right is your fellow Corporal Brigitta. That is all of Alpha Unit, so quite a few substantially more than Theta managed to produce." Her tone hawty and superior, a thin smile lining her lips.

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>>5132506
Lucy had dark hair that matched Kat's own, her face soft and inoffensive. You admit they were all pretty cute. Kahva was keeping up the deal. She had pale blue eyes, eyes that you noticed flicker passed you more than once towards the gamma boys. Brigitta had long light blonde hair behind both her large ears, her face was small and delicate, big green eyes watching you intently. The dark bags around them stood out against her deathly pale flesh. Delivering all the nod you sat there, they hadn't attacked you yet. But you weren't sure what to do. The girls all watch you, Castilla crossed her arms expectantly. Feeling yourself suddenly under a lot of scrutiny and pressure you look over your shoulder for any escape. The boys shoot you a pair of thumbs up.

>What do you do, Pilot?
>What do you say? Write in.

>Excuse yourself and sit alone?
>Excuse yourself and talk to someone else? Write in
>Talk to the Alpha girls? Write in

>>5132511
>I was the only one, because Theta was lead by a bitch and felt like a bitch. The 2 last years I spend on my own.
>What are your specialities. We're hopefully gonna work togheter in the future. Mine is Weapons and physical aspects? Yours?
>What do you think about the Gamma boys?

>>5132554
Support
They seem okay

>>5132584
Actually i need to think about it

>>5132511
>So, any idea what Phobos were you all trained for? The room tally so far sits at two Emperor-class attempts, and two Princes.
>Either way, I look forwards to working with you all, assuming everyone sticks around
Just bouncing around trying to compare training styles, see what everyone else has been in for. And of course, trying to knock the social brain cells together after a few years of isolation.

>>5132511
>What do you do, Pilot?
Concentrate on the leader for the moment. The others seem to respect her fully.

>What do you say? Write in
"I am glad to meet all of you."
"Now that we are done with introductions
Sergeant, to answer to your statement, it all depends what was the final objective of each project. Perhaps Alpha wanted the largest amounts of candidates to be made, and I can assure you Theta didn't need that has an objective at all. Of course it would have been useful, but they didn't seem to care after at least getting a result."
"But let's talk of more substantial things, how was Alpha ? Did you remain only in your base or where you able to go in other facilities as well ? Is any of you from the capital ?"

>>5132624
This. +1
>>5132554
Definitely not this what the fuck?

>>5132722
Sorry. Have autism. Am even more socially inept then our boy morty.

>>5132777
can happen, just remember that this facility is owned by the military and they are likely watching us. In regard to the mistress better to not make her angry.

>>5132722
>>5132777
also nice trips and dubs

>>5132511
>>5132624
This is good, +1

>>5132777
I can believe that, hope you get better in the future.

>>5132624
I can support this.

>>5132890
let's hope triple 7 will bring me luck during the exams.
Also meant to write more socially inept THAN our boy morty.

>>5132624
support

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>>5132624
>>5132638
Almost stuttering you began to put out words for the unit of girls to digest. The dinosaur in your pocket, surely proud. "I am glad to meet you all, it's a pleasure. Hopefully we can work well together in the future, that is assuming we are all still here after the linking process…" Castilla watches you calmly, despite you trying to avoid her eye she keeps looking into your own. With a soft clap, one conveying energy and excitement you continue. "But now that we are done with introductions, how about we get to know each other a little better huh?" The crowd of girls didn't seem too interested, but you still had Castilla's attention and none attempted to have their own discussion or interrupt you.

It was a breath of fresh air. "So, any idea what Phobos units you will all be linking with? From my own investigation the current room rally so far sits at two Emperor-class prospects and two Prince-class." Castilla's eye flutters at the mention of an Emperor class. Flicking over the other units you had already talked to. "I see. Well all of my Specialists will be attempting the link with Knight-class Phobos units. Brigitta and I shall be Prince-class prospects. Who are the Emperor-class pilots, this is all news to me." She turned to the others, gesturing for you to point out whom. The other girls scooted forward, also trying to get a look. You notice their eyes and faces not so reserved at the revelation.

Lucy and Brigitta share a whisper. But you couldn't make anything out. "It seems like everyone has been eager to stay silent. The Eta candidate Katerina is one and I am the other." You said flatly, looking at the rude girl as she continued to read. She didn't flick you off, so she was probably really reading. The heads pivoted on a swivel, Callista opening and closing her mouth a few times before any words actually escaped. You interrupted her before she could say anything. "Sergeant, to respond to your statement from earlier. A project's success rate seems to depend on what was the final objective. Perhaps Alpha wanted the largest numbers of pilot candidates to be made, by lowering the standard of requirement. And I can assure you Theta and Eta did not. Of course, both projects seem to be useful, but I'm sure the results are yet to be tallied." The pilot ran a hand through her silver hair, long fingers cutting groves through the well tended mane.

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>>5133798
Her lone eye burning a hole into you. You ignored the sudden tension and continued. "But let's talk of more substantial things, how was Alpha? Did you remain only on your base or were you able to go to other facilities?" Without giving Castilla a break you continue the assault. But she stood her ground, without a moment to slip up she replied intently. "Alpha was far from an ordeal, quite a few were dropped into lower selection groups. Or down right into regular infantry, but we all passed with top Synchronization rates. Besides exercise and weapons training we underwent a mix of Lo-Freq and tapered interference. Not the most intense neural loads, but we were put to the test. And yes, we underwent joint exercises and training with a few ministry police units. Mainly recon prep, map reading and that sort of team building exercises. We get weekends off every third week in a month, we were allowed to go home to see family… How about you Corporal?" You knew your turn to give an answer would come, so you held nothing back.

Training and your own tests, they didn't speak, but you could tell they hadn't expected the intense treatment. "You're all pretty lucky, I've spent the last two years pretty much alone, so excuse me if I'm a little bit rusty when it comes to social interaction. But wait till you see me in a shootout." Castilla laughs, it's a shrill but deep thing. Natural, unrestrained and pretty adorable. Her eye seemed to have softened, the girls clearly noticed the slip in tension. Formality was eroding. "Oh, and where do you all come from?" You wondered, it wasn't like you'd know any of the places. But hey, it couldn't hurt to know.

Another voice spoke up, a soft and almost delicate sound. A whispered rasp weighed the tone down, looking over you saw the voice belonged to Brigitta. "Callista and Yiva are both from Little Vurgandy, Lucy is from Halii in the east. Sophia is from Graznochek. And lil' old me grew up in the mountains. What about you?" You had dreaded this question, no one had answered the way you would. They all knew, they all had someplace to call home. You had nothing but the cold. "I can't remember it's name, it was so long ago... All I remember is the snow and the stone houses. But it was all just moments before the ministry got me." You avoided their eyes as you explained, none of them said anything. You noticed Brigitta lean toward you, but thankfully someone stopped her. You weren't going to cry, but the day was really getting to you. Just yesterday you were truly alone. And now. Now you were drowning in people to befriend. People just like you, or well… close enough.

>What do you do, Pilot?
>What do you say? Write in.

>Excuse yourself and sit alone?
>Excuse yourself and talk to someone else? Write in
>Talk to the Alpha girls? Write in

>>5133800
>What do you do, Pilot?
Try to regain the stoic face
>What do you say? Write in
So don't be jealous about us emperor prospects. We are pretty lonely.
What do you think about the other groups?
Anyone up for some pool? I can invite the Gamma boys.

>>5134149
+1 Can't think of anything better.

>>5134149
>So don't be jealous about us emperor prospects. We are pretty lonely.
Dude why so much angst? Asking about other groups is fine. I would prefer if we did private introduction with all of the groups first then did some group activity.

>>5133800
>Talk to the Alpha girls? Write in
>Was Alpha all girls group?
>Ask about their opinions of other groups.
>Ask about their project commander.
Something that we probably should ask in previews conversations.

After that we should move to
>Approach the group playing cards?
after that group we should target group at game tables and have ultimate game between representative of all of the groups

>>5134178
Yeah pretty fair.
Gonna drop the
So don't be jealous about us emperor prospects. We are pretty lonely. in :
>>5134149
Too much angst indeed.
I wanted to start that group activity, before going to the last group, so that our boys have a head start.

>>5133800
>What do you do, Pilot?
Good start, Mortimer. Perhaps we showed some weakness for our home, but overall this is a good social success. The statement of their leader has been flipped around, much the same for anything else said. Not a 100% degree of success, but we aren't made for social interactions. The memory of home cannot be taken away, so no fear.

>What do you say? Write in
>How is working with other military units of the ministry ? What s the deal with the police since they picked them for work with Alpha candidates ?
>I am sorry but, you said that a few were dropped in lower groups or in the army ? I have never seen that practiced, either one is dedicated to become an acceptable example of candidate, or it wasn't worthed the resources and time invested for his training. Are you allowed to see your old companions if you wish ? Or there is a restriction ?
>Ah interesting, that s a lot of free time. It reminds me more of what the army soldier or the personell back at my project facility had. Are your families proud of you and your results ?

>>5134178
+1 to this. Keep doing the rounds of the groups

And for gods sake don’t talk about family, or a home that you don’t have. Not going to help your mental state reflecting on things you didn’t, and couldn’t have

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>>5134149
>>5134178
>>5134181
>>5134276
You force the feelings away, pinning them down and smothering them. Just as you would with HI frequency interference and other mentally draining situations. Even without being in a Phobos your training was paying off, coldly stoic you returned your attention to the girls. Giving them a thin reassuring smile and keep up the talking. "So, was Alpha an entirely girls group?" You had to wonder. What were the chances only girls would pass? Another new voice spoke up, harsher and deeper than the others, but still clearly feminine.

Yiva had taken the reins, Castilla seemed content to let her subordinates talk with you. "Pretty much, same with Delta. We were all on the same compound, the boys had a lower facility but we would see them pretty often. But both separate units were gender divided." You nodded, it wasn't that strange. Every unit was clearly free to run their own curriculum. "What about Theta?" she added, you hadn't expected a question but replied gladly. The numb barrier you erected to kill your emotions thinning and letting some excitement through. "We were a mixed unit, until it was just me I guess. How are the lads from Delta? What's your thoughts on the other units so far?" Castilla spoke this time, but you notice she cut off a few of the girls.

Clearly they all had an opinion. "Delta training matched our own almost equally, they are very proud of what they have achieved. However they can border on unapologetic arrogance, you see… we had an arrangement or sorts. A bet to see what unit would produce the most pilots. I'm sure you have noticed, there is one more delta than alpha. I'm sure you can imagine how they took the victory." You nodded, probably badly. "They're a bunch of assholes." Brigitta explained bluntly. "Yeah." A few of the girls said in affirmation. "That is one way to describe them" Castilla said matter of factly.

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>>5134330
You gave the boys a glance, they were playing pool while the rest watched and chatted. "The other units, well you are our only interaction with any of them. So I'd say Theta seems to have produced quite the inquisitive and respectful pilot and an Emperor class prospect at that too. But first impressions can be deceiving, so you are still on probation. Eta seems to be quite a rough individual, but I'm sure that is a product of the rigors of her training. Since she is also a Emperor class prospect she must have some skill. Those two from gamma, you haven't told us much. But two Princes. That speaks volumes and I should know, me and Brigitta are both fellows of the same class. The Beta subjects have pretty much stuck together and haven't interacted with anyone. So they are still up in the air." Castilla lists off, her one eye not missing much. "I see, thank you for sharing. I'll keep that in mind when I get around to introducing myself. What about your Project commander? My Mistress was distant but resolute to shape me into the best pilot I can be." The group all gave each other sidelong looks at that one.

No one seems to want to talk about the topic. Castilla addressed the question. "I wouldn't call her our Mistress… but Major Morozov was busy commanding us and Delta." The wording may have been strange, no one else seemed to refer to their commanding officer as mistress. But they had answered. "How was working with other military units of the ministry? What's the deal with the ministry police? Theta never had any mixed exercises, especially not with interior troops." The girls seem to hesitate again, Castilla didn't. It was clear why she led them. "Internal consistency I'm sure, our compound shared exercise time tables with the ministry divisions. So it was only natural to just do joint exercises, help develop inter-unit cooperation skill I'm sure." The answer made sense, but you could tell she was holding back slithers of the truth.

The ministry was secretive, there was a reason they had kept you locked up by yourself for so long. Alpha and Delta's commander clearly had close ties, enough to get them in tangled with ministry operations. More than all of you were already. You nodded your understanding, but a tension had slipped into the air. Castilla single eye reading you, or trying to. You sink further into the deep, your facade impenetrable. "I am sorry but, you said that a few candidates were dropped into lower selection groups or down directly into the army? I have never seen that practiced, but I'm am unsure what happened to my other Theta candidates. Wouldn't it be a waste of resources?" You were in a stand off now, chipping away.

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>>5134333
The Gamma unit did drop there candidates into lower selection groups. But directly down into the basic army, they had been chosen for a Phobos project. You doubted the ministry would just pass them off and into the infantry of all places. The Sergeant opened her mouth to speak but then caught herself. The other girls were busting themselves looking else where, the tension could be cut with a knife. You decided to press further while she was on the back foot. "Are you allowed to see your old companions if you wish? Or is there some restrictions?" Castilla quickly collected herself and answered smoothly. "Of course, However our leave is for home specifically, we have to get permission to travel. So unless they are close it would probably take a while to get in touch. Many of the lower projects are spread across the empire. But I still write to those I was close with, do you not?" That last questions a stab in the ribs, a thin lance piercing you shield.

The hole was quickly filled in, but it had made it through. You smile, while dying inside. "Unfortunately I do not." She nodded her understanding, eye cold and deadly. The glassy orb even joining in. You looked away and break the tension." Very interesting! Alpha seems like it had a lot of free time. It reminds me more of what the facility staff and guards back at Theta had. I always has some schedule to race after... Are your families proud of your results?" You asked the whole group, hoping to escape formality, Castilla kept up the overbearing posture. But a voice broke out, it was Brigitta. "My family was pretty excited, but more by the pay increase than the actual prospect of me piloting a warmachine." Wait. They were getting paid? You wanted to ask, but Brigitta had set them all off.

Next was Lucy, blushing a little she spoke chuckling as she did. "My mother was telling everyone in the market while selling my father's furniture and each customer she would serande. 'My daughter is a Phobos Pilot you know! She carries the honor of Halii on her shoulders!' it was awful. I just wanted to relax. I got about six proposals." The other girls laugh, Sophia starts talking next. "My family held a massive ball, invited half the damn dukes in the city. It was so gawdy, I just wanted to be out shooting. The swarmy bastards wouldn't leave me alone." The girls all spoke platitudes, along with a hum of cheeky remarks.

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>>5134338
Yiva was next cutting in her own opinion. "Me and Cass had to put up with the damn harvest, if you heard my old man. 'Pilot huh? Well just because you bring in some money now don't start to think you rule the roost. Those Takare aren't going to pick themselves. Low and behold I'm lugging a sack home and who do I spot doing the same. Cass had gotten the same damn hardy speech about responsibility and hardwork." She elbowed the one eyed girl, the group seemingly forgetting you existed. The entire group had fallen into happy discussion as the talk lulled you offered a proposition. "Anyone up for a game of pool? Looks like the delta boys left a table, I'll grab gamma and we can have a boys vs girls match?" A few seemed excited by the idea, especially Lucy, but the stone wall that was Castilla barely budged. "Maybe later, when the remaining units have arrived." None spoke out against the decision, even those clearly disappointed.

>What do you do, Pilot?
>What do you say? Write in.

>Excuse yourself and sit alone?
>Excuse yourself and talk to someone else? Write in
>Talk to the Alpha girls? Write in

>>5134341
>It's been nice talking to you all.
>Pass the boys and inform them on the prospect of pool, but that they will have to measure the sizes themselves.
>Go to the last group

>>5134359
Supportan

>>5134341
>Thank Alpha girls for talk and a chair.
>Approach the group playing cards?

>>5134359
Two groups remain. Beta are playing cards and Delta are playing pool.

Update will still be a few hours away for caught up at work.

>>5134359
support

to the group playing cards !

>>5134616
Cards group it is then.

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>>5134359
>>5134363
>>5134782
>>5134797
You give the entire unit a genuine smile, despite a few close calls the exchange had definitely been friendly. You were a little surprised none of them were out socializing, but it seems as though Cass wants a close rein on them until all the competition has arrived. Happily you got ready to move on. "It has been lovely talking to you all, thank you for humouring my rather dull questions. And of course thanks for the chair. I'll see you all later." The group gave you small waves as Castilla spoke for them all. "You're welcome Mortimer, we had quite a wonderful conversation. I'm already looking forward to our next chat." Returning the wave you left the group, stepping lightly as you walked in the clouds all the way back to the gamma boys.

Castilla: +1
Yiva: +2
Sophia: +2
Lucy: +2
Brigitta: +3

The two pilots couldn't hold back their impressed grins, like greedy dogs demanding information. You shared what the Alpha unit had shared, keeping your thoughts and assumptions to yourself for the moment being. Alex and Tony never found any issues so you didn't bring up your own. Of course the topic of rather accurate measurements came up, however you weren't as well versed as them. Suggesting they do their own investigation. The two fiends yip and yaw, damning you for your wickedness.

But you beat the lanky monsters away with the prospect of a showcase or even a mixed game of pool with the girls. Once you had finished making your introductions that was. Content with the idea they returned to their game of throwing cards at one another. Leaving you with the Beta Unit, they were also playing cards. Albeit correctly. With a spring in the step you didn't even have a thought of worry as you strode closer. Riding the high while you could. The trio sat around a coffee table, wooden edged with a clear glass pane in the middle. A boy with glasses and two girls. Each had a coffee mug sitting beside them, a deck of red cards resting in the middle and each held three cards.

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>>5135309
The game paused as they turned to watch you, without wasting time you began the introduction. "Howdy, I am Corporal Mortimer, the Theta Candidate, it's very nice to meet all of you. I hope we can get along well and work well together. Do you mind if I sit?" Conveniently a spare chair was sitting open, the girl closest to you spoke up. Resting her cards down as she did. "Help me fix us another brew and I'll deal you in." You got a good look at the navy beret as she stood up, the beta symbol rested in the eye of an Octopus. Standing directly before you, it was easy to notice her height. The girl's freckled face only just reaches your chin level, then you really notice. The entire trio were short, not crazy small but while sitting you couldn't notice. Up close it was more apparent, they were all the same height. You found it a little strange, but you aren't one to judge.

You were unsure if different projects had height regulations. The duo left were busy chatting as one shuffled the cards. The short ginger girl busy looking you up and down, measuring you worth without a hint of subtlety. "You don't look special to me." The girl announced and handed you two of the mugs. Without another word she was off, leaving you standing at the table. The others said nothing. Quickly trailing the girl you easily caught up and kept pace with her. She gave you another look, staring into your eyes as she started to speak. "Oh right. I'm Anastasia, just call me Ana. How do you like your coffee? Or are you more of a tea kinda guy?" You hadn't really thought about it, but you felt as if that wasn't the answer the short pilot was wanting.

>Well Pilot? Coffee or Tea?
>What do you say? Write in.

>Excuse yourself and sit alone?
>Excuse yourself and talk to someone else? Write in
>Help make the drinks?
>Talk to Ana? Write in

>>5135316
>>Well Pilot? Coffee or Tea?
>"I will take Tea, but let s first do the ones of the others."
>Help make the drinks? Yes
>>What do you say? Write in.
"Regardless of Tea or Coffee, why you wanted to say that to me ? Rumors i suppose ? Personally I consider my myself to the standard of Project Theta required for his Phobos candidates."
"Though we are all unique here, facts cannot be denied, that s something for all Phobos candidates. Each of them has been trained for reach a certain standard, above other humans."
"What can you tell me of Beta, Ana ? The tests and training ? There where specifics for the candidates in body and mind, before their recruitment ? What of you ?"

>>5135316
>"Tea, please, but I'm not sure you want my help with making whatever the others want"
>"I'm just making the rounds of all the candidates here, comparing training processes and backgrounds. Care to fill me in on what Beta went through?"
>Offer to trade what you've learned about Alpha for it

As a side note, just based on the rumors we're hearing, and the fact that Sanity is a measurable stat, I think we should try to focus on training Mind in the future. Iron Will, and all that

>>5135555
+1

>>5135555
+1

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>>5135555
>>5135927
>>5136023
You pondered what hot beverage you prefer, both had their positives and negatives. However, it was Tea that won. "I will take Tea, but let's fix the others up first." The girl led you to a table at the side of the rec room. A selection of tea bags and coffee lay out arranged, a fancy selection. "I thought as much, you look like the kind." A coffee pot sat steeping, collecting the mugs she began to pour out the desired amount. "Get me the milk and sugar." Moving towards the direction she points you find a small refrigerator, resting on top it was also a glass container of sugar. With both items acquired you returned, Ana had found a forth mug and was placing a tea bag into it.

Humming to herself Ana took the milk and sugar and began getting the drinks in order. Three spoonfuls of sugar for one and two for the others. Making small talk you inquired about what she had said back at the table. "So what would make me look special? Personally I consider myself to the standards of Project Theta, the standards required for Phobos Pilot Candidates." The girl peeks at you through the corner of her eye, not bothering to make eye contact. "Pass me the honey, it's in the fridge too." Ana was clearly trying to avoid the question. Returning to collect the cold honey you couldn't help wondering about her slip of the tongue. Not wanting to let it go. As she reaches for the honey you snatch it away, Ana produces an annoyed sigh at the surprise.

Crossing her arms she turned to face you. "I suppose there are rumors about me?" You asked, wondering what they could even be. You had no idea. "I know about you, the situation in Theta, Eta, Zeta and Epsilon. You're all prospects for Emperor class Phobos. Just like me." Her face was sharp now, the soft young features masking the young woman's intentions. It seems like someone has been doing her own research before you even arrived. "What do you know about me?" The words came out faster than you could think to stop them, sounding hard and slightly threatening. You were unprepared, caught outside your shell. Anastasia grinned now, eyes gazing up at you mischievously. "Oh? All sorts. Somehow you still have your mind after the intense interference trails they put you through. High risk, highly valuable. They almost didn't bring you in, the other unit heads wanted nothing to do with Theta. So what exactly happened there? That's what they don't say. Why don't they whisper about what you did in Theta?" You stood in shock. The words crashing in around you, even the dinosaur couldn't save you.

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>>5136349
"What do you… I mean…" Your breathing was shallow, lungs suddenly feeling heavy, the air uncomfortably hot. Ana didn't let up watching you intently for any hint. You had no idea what she was talking about. You push past the swirling daze and reply somewhat by instinct. "We are all unique here, that's a fact that none can deny. That is the same for all Phobos candidates, each of us have been trained to reach a certain standard, above what other humans find possible." The words of your Mistress ring out, as you rest a hand on the table to help steady yourself. Your body hummed, your mind wandered. But you couldn't remember.

You don't understand what she was saying. You had to ignore it, the conditioning fighting through your own absent minded shock. "What can you tell me about Beta, Ana? I'm sure your own training was similar to mine, the tests and traini-" she stepped closer, staring into your eyes. Hate bubbling behind her own. Your own vision waning as the edges of your sight blur. You fell cold, like back in that snowy place. No warmth was left in you. Just being so close to her almost knocks you over, wobbling you manage to stay steady with the assistance of the table. Her next words came low and hard, teeth bared as she whispers just for you.

Her small index finger digging into your chest as she pokes you a few times accenting each vowel. "You aren't royalty or… or even special! You shouldn't be here. You're a threat to us all. I don't know what happened, but I don't trust you Theta Candidate. Stay away from me and the rest of the Beta Unit… And when I do find out. They will all know." With that said she picked up the three mugs and left, returning to her own seat. The room pulsed, swallowing mouthfuls of air as you fight to stay upright. Unwilling to give in before your peers. You wouldn't fall. Not here. You had been through worse, you knew they were only words. But they dug deep.

!!MIND TEST!!
>Roll 3d6+1
>Highest of the first three rolls will be used.
>Stats give a bonus to relevant tests.

Failure: 3-7
Partial failure : 8-10
Partial success :11-13
Success : 14-18
Critical Success: 19+

Rolled 3, 6, 2 + 1 = 12 (3d6 + 1)

>>5136353

Rolled 2, 5, 4 + 1 = 12 (3d6 + 1)

>>5136353
BRAIN!

Rolled 5, 5, 2 + 1 = 13 (3d6 + 1)

>>5136353
Well, Something clearly went down in Theta.

>>5136353
God damned mind fucking spooks from Beta. Stupid midgets playing with our brain waves. At least Eta carried her poison openly.

>>5136358
>>5136362
>>5136364
Somewhat of a success good on us.

>>5136353
>"You aren't royalty or… or even special! You shouldn't be here. You're a threat to us all. I don't know what happened, but I don't trust you Theta Candidate. Stay away from me and the rest of the Beta Unit… And when I do find out. They will all know."
That's some mindgames right here.
Is she really referring to Royalty, because we said Emperor class. If I do recall some heads turned when we said it.
It's said here: you noticed a few turning heads out the corner of your eye, you sure they hadn't heard.
She's using our information against us that bitch. Typical bully technique. You talk friendly and they use whatever thing you say against you. She probably didn't know that information, she just heard us say it to other groups. That fucking bitch.

>>5136462
But she mentioned that Zeta and Epsilon are providing Emperor-class pilots. So she knows SOMETHING, because those people haven't showed up yet, and if she was guessing blind she'd look pretty stupid afterwards

>>5136505
That is true, but still this is an unfair advantage that has to be shared to our allies, so that she won't have and advantage.

Ok time to answer i need a moment

>>5136353
"Tsk I never said that though."
"I consider myself a soldier. Royalty, special that s not what I am."
"You shouldn't be here ? What nonsense is that. The projects and ultimately the military chain of command decide that, you aren't indipendent from it."
"I will obey only military command, not you. The reason I am doing this is for create a basic line for communications for future military operations. Why you fear me ?"
" Sorry what ? Find out ? About a Phobos Project details and objectives ? Did your head fall on the ground ? The majority of those informations can t be even know, without being an high officer. I don t even know of it. And keeping speaking of it, would be quite dumb. I suggest you before the military decide to think about you, to avoid that path. Not because of me. But because Command will no doubt dispose of any non authorized personnel, that gain access to those secrets. Even pilots."
"All know ? Hahaha. And then what ? Honestly I would like to know myself too. But seriously then what ? You get shot by command ? They can still reuse me. Ultimately my life and personality aren t needed for a soldier, even if I protest. They could just cancel my memories. Change my face. And good as new. Ready for another Phobos"
"And by the way. I don t have reason to be an enemy or desire to be one, so stop your mental trick or i will consider it an attack on me and knock you down. Is that clear ?"

>>5136561
Anon who are you talking to?

>>5136565
I think he meant to talk to the midget. You know Ana.

>>5136565
Is for give Mortimer something to say to Ana.
If qm is ok with it.

It s honestly incredible that she is saying something like this in front of everyone. Also the military is no doubt recording anything we are doing here.
The only way she gets that top secret informations, is with a bullet in her head.

>>5136573
I don't think she will get the bullet, because she still is a phobos candidate.

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>Lucky rolls. Lol
>>5136358
>>5136362
>>5136364
(12, 12, 13)
!!TEST PARTIAL SUCCESS!!

Yow crawl back into the shell, building walls up around your mind and collapsing into the deep dark. Escaping the accusations of the beta pilot. Everything holds, the boundary stands. Long enough for you to begin to collect yourself. But it was quickly built and bowed under the mental stress. Your legs give out for a second, the table catching you before you fully collapse. The clattering brought you back, mind waking from it's daze. The shock being pulled away. The cold becomes numb as the hot water meets your fingers, bouncing away from the knocked over mug you straighten up.

Brushing the hot liquid off, you inspected the wound. Thankfully it wasn't bad, just a little red. You notice Brigitta and Castilla watching you, turning away praying they hadn't seen you almost collapse. Cursing Anastasia you rushed to mop up the liquid, using paper towels you went about cleaning up. Despite snuffing out the episode you still felt strangely off center, you felt better straightening the containers and mugs. Your mind is distracted by the menial task. You wanted to rest. Your heart beat had slowed and everything was settling down, you glanced over at beta and the Trio continued their game. Then the door was kicked in again, the sudden loud noise causing you to jump and almost knock the mug over again.

It was Dr. Yumigawa, the woman cheering happily as another set of pilots followed her in. "Howdy everyone! The last two units have arrived." She declares cheerfully doing a little jig and shaking her hips to the rhythm of a beat that no one else could hear. Three people followed her in, she gestures to two young men. Both were dressed in full parade uniforms, gilded sabres on their hips. You looked shabby in comparison, it didn't help that you had speckles of tea across your lap and arms. Or the sweat on your face. "Allow me to present to you the candidates from the Epsilon Unit, Prince Peter Romanov and Grand Duke Andrei Konstantinovich!" The doctor cheered as she clapped, you instinctively joined in, "WooHoo!" You hear Katerina chant her voice devoid of any excitement, the entire rec room focusing on the new arrivals.

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>>5136582
Beside the two boys another girl stood. Wearing jeans, combat boots and a camo jacket. She was a good head taller than the nobles. Her face is a younger reflection of the Doctor's own. "And a round of applause for our Zeta Candidate, my little sister Haruki Yumigawa!" You joined in again as Katerina let out further sarcastic cheers. "Take a moment to get to know each other! I'll be back in an hour and over dinner I'll share our upcoming schedule. Sounds like a plan? Great!" With that she pushed the pilots further into the rec room, gave her sister a little kick in the butt and slipped back out. The trio stood there awkwardly for a moment before heading in their own directions. The Epsilon Unit headed towards Katerina while the Zeta Candidate. Huh, She was heading directly towards you. Her face exuding how you felt, nothing but disgust.

>What do you do, Pilot?
>What do you say? Write in.

>Collect yourself further? Sit alone
>Follow the Doctor?
>Escape to your room?
>Talk to someone else?write in

>>5136578
I still doubt they would just allow someone even a pilot to just willy nilly get top secret stuff. Anastasia really thinks that she will be able.
If the empire is the dictatorship i suspect they are, they will not allow a loss of important information. She will be probably reformed if she even tries.

>>5136584
>Wheel around towards Gamma boys if not allies they will provide distraction to whatever assault Zeta is planning against you.

>>5136572
>>5136573
I know. What anon didn't realize is that she left and in best scenario he is talking to himself

>>5136584
>What do you do, Pilot?
Dry ourselves and try not to let the panic form the inside get outside.
>What do you say? Write in.
Howdy, I am Corporal Mortimer. I'm the Theta candidate, nice to meet you. Already heard your introduction from you sister.

How was Zeta?

You're probably also an Emperor prospect if I follow the pattern.

Just a heads up:
Don't talk to Beta Unit, they have a real snake amongst them. Katerina is the one sitting alone and can be pretty damn cold. The girls from Alpha are pretty friendly and the 2 Gamma boys are some pretty fun brother. Haven't reconned the rest yet.

>>5136584
>What do you do, Pilot?
Stay alone for a moment. Clean ourselves properly. If the Zeta want to talk sure, welcome her.
Now we know Beta aren't our friends and have interrupt communications. Dumb decision from them. Anastasia also will receive payback with time. We will inform our mistress, of her possible future attempt to steal crucial intel from the military. Seriously who say that to one they consider an enemy ?

>What do you say? Write in
"Hello. I am Corporal Mortimer, from Theta Project. What do you want to talk of ?"

>>5136607
i just thought we could still talk. That s it.

>>5136605
>>5136584
+1, I think we're done socializing with new people for today. This one looks like another Katarina but more intense, I doubt we can handle this right now.

>>5136596
Dude she would be able to get top secret staff if only she talk with us we give it left and right to whatever person is willing to listen.

>>5136615
I really doubt anything that Mortimer knows is that much of a secret. Otherwise they wouldn't let him talk.
The more serious stuff must be something he doesn't know.

>>5136584
+1 to >>5136605
Ask them to run interference, then bail to our room. Cut our losses.

Everyone in this room is probably around the same clearance level, anyways. Honestly with what she talked about she could just have been more interested in talking with her guards/minders, and they gave her the info.

>>5136631
I think we should wait with decision of full retreat after we find out what angry Asian women wants with us.

I mean he clearly doesn't remember certain things. And he doesn't remember when he was a child, when they took him away from his home village. If some of this Projects are supposed to be secret then certain things shouldn't be known by no one. Otherwise people would know the military took away an entire village worth of childrens, for try and gain some Phobos pilots from it.

>>5136584
One question QM. Does she really have those cyborg lines? If that is so, may we bring that up gently?

>>5136652
You can ignore the cyborg lines. Used it more for the facial expression and vaguely asian appearance. Art doesn't 100% reflect characters, just the closest I can get.

>>5136659
How big is the empire ?
Can we see cameras around us btw ? Or are they are really just leaving us here ?
Can we grab a gun if we want for shooting ? Are we autorized to have weapons on us in base ? Mostly for defend ourselves from further mental attacks. We aren't a psionic and i prefer to not give her an opening next time.

>>5136674
Dude fact that MC got emotionally unstable for a moment doesn't mean you have the same way or even worse.

>>5136678
From description that looks like a mental attack on the MC for several seconds. He even collapsed in the last post.
Eh ? Is that because I asked some questions to qm ?

Is because of getting a weapon ? What s wrong with that ?

>>5136697
Yes in connection with tangent from earlier. And fact you add space before question marks

>>5136605
support

>>5136605
Writing now. Post in a bit.

>>5136674
Morty knows very little about geography and even less about the general lay out of the Empire. He knows it covers most of the continent, however he knows even less about foreign powers, places and people.

No guns, you only just arrived here and know almost nothing about the situation. But you know most facilities keep tight control on weapons, you have to get permission to use a weapon and check it out to use on a range. Morty would assume its the same anywhere.

>Feel free to ask me any direct questions if anything is confusing guys. I'll try to answer between postin.

>>5136706
A weapon for practice is something, i think we can get. If we can even one for self defense.
But I did ?
This is a space right there ^.
Between the d and the ?.
I don't understand your problem honestly, i just want to ask some questions to qm.

>>5136715
Thank you for answering qm
Correct me if i am wrong, but where we attacked with a psionic attack through our mind ? Or something similar ?
Because Morti didn't look well at all and his mind seems to lose focus really fast. And then he goes down on the ground.

>>5136715
And just for clarify, but anything that Morty knows about his training in Project Theta is really a state secret ? Most of it doesn t look like a secret. Are we allowed to talk of anything we have learn ?

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>>5136715
Huh. At first you thought she might really want a nice cup of tea or coffee. But the closer she got, the faster and longer her strides became. She was almost jogging at you. Oh fuck. You were pretty sure she didn't want anything to drink. The Zeta Candidate didn't blink, Haruki clearly had you set as her target. You had enough of angry girls for the day, sighing you pivoted. Doing a one eighty on your heels, you set off back across the rec room. Leaving your mug behind, the gamma boys weren't far. They were your best chance at back up. You caught glimpses of her from the corner of your eye, stalking you like some monster. You had to take the long way round, skirting the Beta Unit the best you could.

She was getting closer, faking a yawn and a stretch you looked behind. She was almost on top of you, looming over you as she kept pace. You increased your own, almost within range of the boys. Alex and Tony had noticed you, what was once smirks became serious looks as the pair stood up. You weren't sure if you looked panicked or flustered but they began to walk over. You feel her hand, it snatched at your wrist. Thankfully the swinging of your arm keeps it just out of reach. Skipping you burst forward, not trying to run and cause a full on confrontation. You let out a sigh of relief as the duo step past you to intercept the pilot.

Spinning you saw the pair standing almost face to face with her. She was taller than both of them. Thankful she hadn't walked straight through them, instead she stared directly at you. "391… it's been a while. Don't you remember me?" She spoke, well it was more of a growl. Through gritted teeth the words escaped. You didn't recognize her, you were sure you'd never met her before. You'd remember someone so tall. You felt weak again, but the shell held as the boys reinforced your courage. You take a step towards her, the boys giving a path. But only just, ready to intervene if the tall girl did anything. Others were watching now, the looks sending tingles down your spine. "I'm sorry I think you've got the wrong person." Her fist clenched, her breathing loud as she pulled air in through her nostrils, both flaring.

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>>5136835
Weapon of an Empire OST.
Track 1 Side B - Casual Engagement EX.
https://voca.ro/1kau8jPg9GcN

"I'll make you remember." She retorted menacing before turning to leave, you let out a breath. Relief flooding you, then the pain came next. Catching you off guard Hakuri had done a full spinning back kick, using the momentum to send her long leg snapping out between the boys and catching you in your sternum. Boot knocking you back, pain blinding you for a second. "What the fuck!" Alex roared, swinging without any hesitation. Tony was a little slow to attack the girl, it earned him a punch to the throat. He went down hard.

Alexander put up a better fight, his first punch catching her in the jaw. Unfortunately it barely seemed to slow her down, twisting again. She spun the lanky boy over her hip with his own momentum, he went tumbling into a sofa. Knocking the furniture over and landing with a loud bang. The entire room was up and crowding around the confrontation. a cacophony of shouts and screams bursting to life, the exchange igniting the tension that you had tried to ease. You're shaky on your feet but stand still. "Morty! Kick her fucking beanstalk ass!" Katerina roared through the noise, delta was hooting and hollering. Cass watched coldly, the alpha girls screaming for you all to stop fighting. Hakuri didn't care. Her eyes lay back on you, her teeth bloody as she smiles. The tall girl advances on you, hands raised and ready for combat.

>What do you do, Pilot?
>What do you say? Write in.

>Throw Down?Write in fighting style.
>Try and Escape?
>Apologize?Write in?
>Talk to Hakuri? Write in?

-+-+-+-

>We will roll for escape or combat if a style is chosen. It is an opposed roll. So when we vote on a style I will roll for Hakuri. Then call for rolls.

>Mfw I forgot to make a combat track, so have a poorly done Side B. The poor quality of the music is about what you should expect.

>>5136841
>Throw Down?Write in fighting style.
>Brawler.
>From our position there should be two perfectly usable chairs in our vicinity. Throw one at her then break second one over her head.

Alex and Tony are bros for life they get as much aplha pussy as they want so help us god.

>>5136844
Alternatively we can save second chair retreat using first chair distraction then throw second chair which should allow us get to the kitchen then throw cutlery the cups and plates cupboard and then finish her with the sink. Use that skill and whittle her down with suppressing fire all the way till she is down.

>>5136841
Anthony and Alexander are keepers, bros for life. We met them less than 10 minutes ago and already they were ready to step up to defend us. Absolute chads.

>Throw Down? Write in fighting style.
She seems to like to throw kicks out, but that leaves her unbalanced. If we can bait out a kick, duck underneath it and swipe at her we'd knock her off her feet. Alternatively we can bait the kick again, dodge to the side and bodyslam her when she's off balance.

>>5136855
I implore to throw at least at the start to do some damage. we get +3 from skill and if close range still in works we get extra +3 at least on the first throw.

>>5136844
>>5136841
I will retract breaking chair over her head part. let's not kill her. just hit her in the chest or back

>>5136870
Lobbing a chair followed by a bodyslam seems like a good opening tactic. The chair would give us the distraction we need to get within her non-kick range and hopefully knock her over.

>>5136841
>Throw down
>Nail her with a chair, then
>Take it to the ground, try to go for a pin.
She’s tall, so probably has the reach advantage.

Also gamma definitely bros

>>5136890
Support

Cunt punt

>>5136890
support

>>5136841
>"Morty! Kick her fucking beanstalk ass!" Katerina roared

Katerina might be cold, sardonic bitch. But she is ours cold, sardonic bitch thats for sure also best cheerleader.

>>5136930
Yeah, after the fight is done we definitly have to stop and realize that Katerina cheered us on during the fight and give her the puzzled stare of someone currently forcing their brain to make gear changes it's not prepared to do until she starts blushing furiosly.

>>5136890
>gamma definitely bros
They are ye

Rolled 1, 4, 2 + 5 = 12 (3d6 + 5)

This first roll will be for Hakuri. You are aiming to beat her roll.

>>5136890
>>5136902
>>5136910
Starting the fight by throwing the chair.

Roll 3d6+6(+3 for close range.
Best of three will be used.

Then I'll describe the round and we move onto the next set of rolls.

Rolled 4, 6, 1 + 6 = 17 (3d6 + 6)

>>5136988
Oh lord have mercy.

Rolled 4, 6, 1 + 6 = 17 (3d6 + 6)

>>5136988

Rolled 6, 1, 5 + 3 = 15 (3d6 + 3)

>>5136988

Rolled 6, 6, 6 + 3 = 21 (3d6 + 3)

>>5136988
Suddenly, chair!

Rolled 3, 1, 1 + 6 = 11 (3d6 + 6)

>>5136988
Shit I can’t read instructions
God dat roll

>>5136994
Three seconds too late for the highest roll possible, goddamn.

>>5136988
>+5
Holy shit we should have run. She is beast in melee.
>>5136991
>>5136993
>>5136994
Let's hope chair in the face will negate that +3 advantage in hand to hand

>>5136994
Good thing you were late you would have killed her you satan

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Rolled 2, 1, 1 + 5 = 9 (3d6 + 5)

>>5136991
>>5136992
>>5136993
This first roll will be for Hakuri. You are aiming to beat her roll.

Target :12
17, 17, 15
!!TEST SUCCESS!!

The boys bought you enough time, you were ready. You had been forged into a weapon, it was time to see if all that training paid off. You moved backwards quickly, dodging out of the arc of a wild spinning kick. If it had made contact Hakuri would have probably taken your head off. You stumble into one of the single chairs, rolling over it in a smooth motion. Fluidly you got one hand under and the other on top, holding it firmly as you stood up. The momentum of your roll and the assistance from your muscles lifting it off the ground, by the time the Zeta pilot was ready you had already made two full rotations.

Letting go of it, the small chair spun through the air, she hadn't expected that. You glimpse her eyes go wide as it slams into her chest. The force knocked her down as the crowd howled for blood. "Kick his fucking teeth in!" A voice you were sure was Anastasia cried out in annoyance. But the girl was far from down, pushing the chair off herself almost as soon as she had touched the ground. But the boys weren't out of the fight yet, Anthony stumbled forward trying to stamp on the Pilot. She kicked out his knees with a lucky thrust. But she was still down, you had to act fast. Throwing yourself forward you dove. Hoping to restrain the girl while she was at a disadvantage.

>Next comes the pinning.
You will be rolling a Body test.

Roll 3d6+3(+1 for close range.)
Best of three will be used.

Then I'll describe the round and we move onto the next set of rolls. If need be.

>>5136994
God damn that would have just won you the fight. Gaining you the Throwing Chair proficiency.

Rolled 5, 2, 4 + 3 = 14 (3d6 + 3)

>>5137007
Go!

Rolled 2, 4, 2 + 3 = 11 (3d6 + 3)

>>5137007

>>5137007
Hakuri rolls suck ass. Maybe give her now as fellow pilot?

Also fuck you Anastasia you bitch!

Rolled 3, 5, 1 + 3 = 12 (3d6 + 3)

>>5137007
Holy shit zeta how are you this incompetent

>>5137012
>Maybe give her now as fellow pilot?

*Maybe give her Bo2

Also shame no chair throwing proficiency. We would have mecha with folding chair weapon kek.

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Rolled 6, 6, 2 + 5 = 19 (3d6 + 5)

>>5137009
>>5137011
>>5137013
This first roll will be for Hakuri. You are aiming to beat her roll.

Target: 9
14, 11, 12
!!TEST SUCCESS!!

You dive as she sits up, land on her chest to chest straddling her due to her superior length. The wind is knocked from her lungs, spraying you with spittle and blood. But you barely register the specklets across your face, your hands snatch for her own. She was too tall to get into a proper hold, but you managed to tug them free. And she collapses back onto the ground, pinning them down. Hakuri bucks with her hips, trying to drive you off. Wrestling to free herself, she managed to get one hand free of your grip for just a moment. "I got her!" Alex roars, appearing from over the sofa like the rising sun falling onto her arm.

Allowing you to use both your own to hold her other arm down. "Mort-arghhh!!" She roars thrashing like crazy, she tries to dive a knee into your back. But fails to do anything besides bump you up and down. Fighting to keep her down, you felt her tremble. Suddenly her arm starts to raise, bloodshot eyes staring into your own as she screams further. Flexing you could feel the coils of muscle under her skin, tight and hard. Steel against flesh. She began to push your hands further back. Desperate and fighting like a demon. You wouldn't let go, breathing hard as you fought to keep it down. The moment she got her arm off the ground a few inches she let it fall back down, your own strength sending you falling forward onto her. Gnashing teeth snapped a few inches away from your face, she bucked her hips wildly. Bouncing you closer as your balance was lost. "I'm here! I gotcha!" Tony shouts. You feel his hand grabbing your belt and weakly starts to pull you out of biting range.

>Next comes the pinning. Time to finish it
You will be rolling a Body test.

Roll 3d6+5(+1 for close range. +2 for help)
Best of three will be used.

Rolled 2, 5, 5 + 5 = 17 (3d6 + 5)

>>5137033

God bless gamma

Rolled 5, 3, 4 + 5 = 17 (3d6 + 5)

>>5137033
Well, she knows our name. Or overheard Kat say it.

Rolled 3, 5, 4 + 5 = 17 (3d6 + 5)

>>5137033

>>5137039
>>5137043
>>5137044
You all let your guard down and now she strikes.

It seems all the ladies want a taste of morty

We should have use range retreating strategy. Dropping sink on her might be within reasonable self-defence. Cyborg bitch!

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>>5137039
>>5137043
>>5137044
Same as before. Decide attack, then we will roll off again.

Target: 19
17, 17, 17

!!TEST FAILURE!!

The beast still had fight in her, she bucked again. Throwing you into teeth range, you started to scream now. Hakuri's teeth find purchase in the side of your neck, trying to pull away as you wish to escape. The pain became hot and wet as you felt her teeth grind into your flesh. She was tasting your blood now. Tony let out his own cry of pain as she thrashed further. The boys all let out a moan of pain in unison. "My balls." The boy gasped. Your strength gave out, fading away as her hand got free. She drove it up into your ribs, her fangs keeping you in place as she punched you again and again.

Your ribs ached, again and again. Her fist struck like the beat of a drum. She drove a knee into your ass as you tried to pull out her bite. Meat tearing away as hot blood snaked down your neck. She sent you flying, rolling over her and onto Alexander. "Fucking hell!" He shouted in shock as she turned onto him next, punching him in the face as he couldn't defend himself. Your neck burned, the air stinging it painfully. Next she swung her legs round kicking Alex off her arm. You stumble to your feet, the crowd going wild. She was coming for you, backing up into the delta boys, they pushed you back into the fray. Hakuri was worse for wear, but wasn't out. The fight wasn't over yet. You needed a new plan.

>What do you do, Pilot?
>What do you say? Write in.

>Throw Down?Write in fighting style.
>Try and Escape?
>Apologize?Write in?
>Talk to Hakuri? Write in?

>>5137083
This……Has escalated a little more than expected.
Time to be a little more defensive, wait for someone with authority to stop the damn assets from killing each other
>Try and catch whatever limb she kicks at us with, then send her into the crowd with it. Wait for her to make a move, and dodge/counter

>>5137083
Go in for a dragon kick!

>>5137083
CUNT PUNT!

>>5137132
KICK HER IN THE BABYMAKER

>>5137111
Supporting this. Maybe tell one of the Alpha girls to get someone if they haven't already sent someone

>>5137083
>write in
We can't be too defensive. We need to knock her out of the fight or put her in a position of submission. Push her away, then sweep her legs. When she falls on the ground kick her in the ribs, and then push one of our foots in her throath and demand surrender while she is still down. She should surrender unless she really wants to teach us a "lesson".

She clearly doesn't want us to remain without wounds on us, if not worse. For the military this is probably just another test, otherwise they would have already be here or have some soldiers around for keep an eye on us and divide us. Until we have serious injuries or risk to die, they probably will not care.

>>5137083
>Throw Down?Write in fighting style.
>Yeet another chair at her

Anons haven't learned yet that throwing is our best bet.

>>5137083
She has bitten us.
>fight the dirtiest way you have ever fought.

>>5137454
This