Girls' Frontline: Fighter's Honor

S09 Frontline Base

Date unknown17:26

To the surprise of neither of the pilots, both of them were stripped of anything that looked like a communications device or a weapon and were escorted to what they assumed was an interrogation room. There was nothing in the room other than three chairs and a table. Maven was fairly certain that that one of the walls was a one way mirror.

Right now, both of the aviators were seated next to each other. The commander had gone off to do... something, she didn't elaborate any further on that to the two pilots. So the two were stuck in the room with nothing to do, almost definitely being monitored as well. Expulse had decided to catch up on some sleep after being rudely interrupted by the events that transpired about an hour ago.

Speaking of which, with nothing else distracting him now, Maven had time to properly reflect on what actually happened. There was the whole fancy blindingly blue light show that happened, which turned into a storm of sorts judging by the turbulence and lightning. Said lightning must have done something to their navigation because they weren't getting any satellite information anymore, nor could they radio the airbase, yet it functioned fine when communicating with those girls on the battlefield.

The battlefield was also filled with oddities. He didn't get a close up of them, but the descriptions of the forces sounded like something out of some near future shooter game. Tanks with railguns and arachno-robots? Railgun weaponry wasn't conventionally outside of a few specific jets. Besides that there was Stonehenge and the Chandelier, but those were on a much larger scale not even meant for combat.

And then there were the girls. Maven still wasn't sure what to think of them. There was no mistaking that there were supposed to be infantry of sorts, but barely any of them looked the part. All of them looked more like the anime girls that were on the liveries on some of the planes at the airbase. Not that he was staring at them or anything, but the girls looked just a tad bit too pretty in his opinion. Not quite uncanny valley but not too far off either.

Moving on from that Maven took a glance at his wristwatch which thankfully they didn't take away.

'15 minutes.' He noted, and the commander still wasn't back.

He would be shaken out of his thoughts as the door suddenly opens and the short white haired woman with a pink fade from earlier walks in wearing the same burgundy coat and beret walks in. She took a seat opposite from the pilots and intertwined her hands with each other while staring at the two with a poker face for a couple of moments.

Maven quickly shook Expulse awake, much to the WSO's annoyance as he grumbled and yawned before stretching his arms. The lady's poker face didn't waver but there was a small glint of amusement in her eyes before she coughed into her hand.

"Afternoon gentlemen, my name is Gentiane Camus and I'm the commander of this base." She began, "Let's keep things simple and civil. May I know your names?"

"Call sign Maven of the Republic of Emmeria Air force, 8th Air Division, 42nd Fighter Squadron." He replied in a calm professional manner.

"Call sign Expulse, also from the Republic of Emmeria." The WSO said with a tired tone, still waking up from his nap.

"I see." Gentiane paused for a moment, internally wondering what this 'Emmeria' place was. "And while I am grateful you helped out my girls, I still need to know what your intentions were when you were... flying over there."

Maven sat back and took a moment to formulate a reasonable enough answer that wouldn't end up with him and Expulse locked up in a dingy cell.

"Okay uhh." Maven paused, mentally preparing himself. "Everything I'm about to say is going to sound crazy but I swear it's the truth."