Editing Toaru Majutsu no Index:MvM2 Depth6 (section)

===Part 6===

“I’m so bored,” grumbled Misaka Mikoto.

She was flying at an altitude of 1200m. With all the capital’s skyscrapers, she couldn’t bring her Shinshin two-seat custom any lower without risking a collision. Mikoto wouldn’t fail to see a building wall up ahead…but she had heard planes sometimes hit lightning rods, support wires for antenna towers, and other long, skinny things. News helicopters and movie camera planes would often fly surprisingly close to buildings, but that meant there was a secret manual explaining everything one had to watch out for.

(But…)

She was stuck like this until the meeting on the surface ended.

She felt silly earnestly gripping the control column like this. Couldn’t she manage this with autopilot or something? Large passenger planes could manage flights of ten hours or more almost entirely on autopilot. And these days, she was wiling to bet even the landing at the airport could be automated if the weather was calm.

Mikoto’s eyes looked dead as she flew in a gently curving circle larger than a railroad belt line.

“So bored.”

“Onee-sama, could you please stop tempting fate?”

''Why should I when Shokuhou’s the one at risk?

She would have said that out loud, but didn’t because she knew the (perverted but diligent) Judgment girl would make a fuss about it.

(But anyway…)

“Kyah! Yahh!”

“Ah ha ha ha! Coming through☆”

“Wait. You need to stay in formation and wait for our leader’s instruct- kyah!”

“My, my. 202 Squadron to 201 Squadron. There are a lot of people on the surface, so you need to shape up. That sloppy flying makes you look bad.”

Four F-14D school swimsuit catgirls made up 201 Squadron and four F-15C leggings mamas made up 202 Squadron.

Needless to say, these were the ones captured after Mikoto’s squadron shot them down.

Mikoto had a question.

(The F-14s were designed for use on carriers, but I didn’t think F-15s could take off from one.)

Yet, there they were in the air. Like it was nothing.

Attaching the carrier landing hook to the belly of the F-15Cs was one thing, but had Kongou Mitsuko also modified the power output of the electromagnetic catapult?

Also…

“Hm? Brat 04 to Railgun 01. Why do you look so suspicious?”

“Aren’t you Imperial aircraft? You’ve made it back to your capital, but did it not occur to you to escape us and go home?”

Some Imperial F/A-18Es (short-sleeve shirt, athletic bloomers, and striped thigh highs) and F-117A (bikini with black raincoat) were flying in the same big circle around the capital.

Did the captured ones not miss home?

But YF-22A’s response was simple.

“The IFF encryption update period has passed, so if we approached an airbase to land at a runway with our non-updated IFF signals, we would be treated like an unidentified aircraft. In the worst case, we could be shot down by a surface-to-air missile without warning. On the other hand, a noble aircraft such as myself couldn’t possibly land on a highway and trouble the Imperial citizens.”

“…”

Mikoto listened to the playful transmission coming from 201 and 202 Squadrons.

“Ah ha ha! Oh, Kitty 01. You’re acting all mad, but your swimsuit is running up in the back. Sexy!”

“Mhh. Kitty 03, stop staring at me from behind! I’m the squadron leader, so I’m the most important.”

“Oh, dear. I think it was too soon to let the F-14Ds form a squadron on their own. Mama 01 to 101 Squadron, don’t you think we should look after those children? Are you listening?”

…It sounded like it was more than just that.

They were even more carefree.

Was fighting on orders from humans just the ordinary state of affairs for them? So did they not care which side they were on as long as they could fight, or did they just lack any kind of national identity or patriotism toward the country or military created by the humans, who were another species entirely? Just like humans could walk through the neighborhood without considering the territories established by the local dogs and cats.

And while they flew in a big circle above the capital, something else joined them from an even larger circle.

It was a giant busty waitress. The 40m young woman was smiling sweetly.

She was a KC-135 air tanker.

The size of the wings spreading from her back were unthinkable for a fighter. The round aircraft fuselage…or rather, the fuel tank was held under her right arm like a surfboard. Of course, to a Girlish Weapon, that was part of her body, so it appeared to be attached to the joint on the side of her hip.

She had a mole just below one eye.

“Party Girl 00 to visitors. Hello, everyone, it’s refueling time. Please follow my instructions and wait your turn.”

“We’re supposed to fly up within a few meters below her? Really?”

Her miniskirt was flapping in the wind and her unnecessary large breasts created some extra obstacles on the downward-facing side. Even if they had to be girls for some reason, why did they have to design her to be so curvy? That just made this more dangerous!

While Mikoto hesitated to approach, a transmission arrived.

“Um, Kitty 03 to Big Sis. Can we go first?”

“F-feel free.”

But the F-14D girl appeared to find this normal. When Mikoto gave up her spot in the queue, the school swimsuit catgirls began flying around and fighting over spots.

“Yay, time to fuel up! Gulp, gulp.”

“Ahh! She said to wait our turn, Kitty 03! No fair!”

They were still being playful.

The F-15C leggings mamas showed no sign of stopping them. That meant this was safe. All those obstacles made it look terribly dangerous, but that was apparently just how they refueled.

Mikoto spoke under her breath.

“Oh, they aren’t drinking jet fuel from a baby bottle and she isn’t extending her flying boom from between her legs to act as a straw. That’s a relief.”

“?”

The KC-135 busty miniskirt waitress tilted her head.

Interesting.

Mikoto’s imagination had been too powerful for the residents of this world to understand. Had she been influenced by Kuroko there?

“Onee-sama, you can’t blame everything on me. That one was on you.”

Once the F-14Ds were done refueling, Mikoto sent a request and followed the tanker’s instructions by slowly slipping in directly below it.

“Party Girl 00 to, um, Railgun 01? What a strange shape for a fighter. It doesn’t even have a butt or boobs. Yes, keep going and…stop. Right there.”

Mikoto knew this was just how it worked and it was safe, but she was still nervous reaching for the button to open the fuel tank port mid-flight.

“Yes, I see you’ve opened up for me. I will now insert my thick thing inside you. Don’t worry. Just let me do my thing and it’ll be over before you know it.”

Mikoto heard a deep metallic clunk as she maintained her fighter’s attitude.

The waitress’s flying boom had connected to her fuel tank port.

The meter’s number rapidly recovered. While she waited for the work to complete, Mikoto took a look at the city below. Then again, she couldn’t see directly below with the fighter’s long nose in the way.

(Mh. Does that mean I need to aim the nose toward the ground whenever I want to see directly below? I should’ve had Kongou-san attach a ground observation camera or something.)

It was no comparison to a map app, but she could see quite a bit from this altitude.

She could see past the harbor to where the Izanami and Izanagi were waiting out at sea.

She could see the international meeting hall located a bit north, and thus inland, of the capital.

She could see that the distance from the international meeting hall to the harbor was about 10km as the bird flies.

And she could see a conspicuous group of black vehicles.

“…”

Those black vehicles were arriving from different highways and all gathering on the international meeting hall. After the infantry fighting vehicles or anti-aircraft tanks let them pass, they moved to blockade the roads again.

“Party Girl 00 to Railgun 01, refueling complete. Once you close your tank port, lower your speed and then safely fly out from under me. Once I have full visual confirmation of your position, yaw 45 degrees to the right and fly off. I look forward to your next visit☆”

Mikoto heard another metallic sound. The tanker’s flying boom must have been removed now that the refueling was complete.

Mikoto adjusted her grip on the control column.

And muttered to herself.

“Hm.”