Oh shit! I forgot fame too! I would say killing any goths makes the world a better place, so one there, but Hilda losing her plane didn't leave you guys looking skilled. So 1 Fame. You're now at 4! As for infamy. Now, usually, setting people on fire is a big no-no. However! They're goths and forfeited their humanity when they donned the uniform, so no biggy.
Winter was fast approaching. Winter always descended quickly on your home, but up in the mountains, it was damn near instantaneous. You woke up the day of your completed recovery and could barely stand outside for more than a few minutes, even with your magically heated dress. Riya bought a few extra parkas for the both of you, though Edgar was seemingly unbothered by the cold, satisfied with his piloting leathers. After a brief discussion with Riya, you agreed to let Edgar join the team. You needed a seat anyway and had nowhere near enough money to buy a new plane, so you'd stick to Edgar's copilot cockpit. It would help reduce the stress of flight anyway. You could act as a parasite fighter if you could enchant a broomstick. Maybe even hijack a plane like that asshole did you to get a new one. While you and Riya were enjoying some coffee, bundled up and discussing if it would be possible for castor oil to freeze in the winter, both heard someone yell from outside.
"Hello?! Is there anyone up there?! I have a letter from Oberst Sigmund Scholl for one Fraülein Junger!" A young sounding man yelled from outside.
"Are they really going to keep calling me that?" You asked Riya as you stood up and walked out to the main deck, gazing over the edge at the similarly bundled soldier holding a sealed letter. You summoned a strong, localized breeze that blew the paper out of his glove, making him scramble to try and grab it, and made it swirl up to your level where you caught it out of the air. "Thank you!" You called down, looking at the delicate wax seal keeping the paper together. You tore it open to read.
-Fraulein Junger
To begin, I wish you a swift recovery from your unfortunate casualty status from your latest mission, but thank you endlessly for your exemplary service to your nation.
You skipped a little down through the limited but lengthy thanks he gave for you setting three planes on fire and getting wounded in the "line of duty".
-however, the time to ask for your squadron's services has come once again. I cannot disclose the nature of this operation, just that the reward is a substantial 17þ and will involve combat. With the unfortunate loss of your aeroplane and sustained injury I perfectly understand if you would be incapable of assisting us, and if so please pass this along to your comrades.
-Regards, Oberst Sigmund Scholl
After reading that through, you returned to Riya's… apartment? Domicile? It was kind of unclear what to call the room she lived in.
"New job, that commander guy wants us to do something for him again but isn't saying what. He's willing to pay seventeen Thaler for it though." You explained, putting the letter down onto the table and pointing to the vague details of the mission.
"No harm in hearing him out. I'll get Edgar."
"It's a frontal assault! Exciting, isn't it?" The commander exclaimed, presenting a battle map consisting of a map of some small military base. "You're not on the front line, don't worry. You'll be providing CAS for our troops while we assault the Goth base they launched their airship from. By our count, the majority of their air forces were shattered from your previous mission. Your main goal is to simply harass the enemy in the air and on the ground. We'll handle the invasion!"
"Why not just drop a couple bombs on them?" Edgar asked from the back.
"Civilians, lad! They're holding prisoners that we must save. If we wanted to blow them off the map we'd just send a telegram for the ZG Valkyries. We cannot let them believe that their nation has abandoned them like so many have. We have an airship of our own we'll use to ferry the prisoners back here. We'll happily pay seventeen Thaler in total for the job." Sigmund continued to explain, grinning excitedly the entire time.
"Im in." Riya said dully. She looked at you in the eyes for your answer.
[ ] Take the job
[ ] Negotiate for (Say what you want). (+Daring to the roll)
[ ] Decline and look elsewhere.
