https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yte6GZhUXpgThe year is 1944. Humanity is at war with the mysterious alien force known only as the Neuroi. From the disciplined military state of Karsland, to the free United States of Liberion, and to the isolated island nation of Fuso, humans from all over the world have come together to fight this menace. Using the latest in military technology such as the indomitable Panzerkampfwagen Tiger I, to the limitless B-24 Liberator, and to the mighty Battleship Yamato, the Neuroi have met quite the challenge on land, sea, and air.But it is not enough.To this end, humanity has one last great hope. Although the average human with a rifle will not do anything to a standard Neuroi drone, perhaps someone else will. Someone with an innate talent for the natural magic which pervades the world. The world’s greatest minds and researchers have come up with a new kind of weapon for these special people, the Striker Unit. The Striker can give unfathomable power to these special few.And these special few are young women from all over, and they are called witches.You are humanity’s greatest hope for a future. You are a defender of freedom. You are a wielder of magic like no other. You are a Strike Witch.
>>33451065>=[| SOMEWHERE OVER SOUTHERN GALLIA |]=<>=[| 1944 |]=<“So then I says to him, ‘if you want me to take care of my Striker, how about you take care of my legs, first!’, and boy did his cheeks light up like a sunrise, and he got outta there faster than a stabbed rat!”“Ha! Ain’t that fashionable, Daisy!”This is what you have to look forward to on morning patrols, staring up at the legs and the hindquarters of your two superior Officers, Lieutenants Rachel McCawlay and Daisy Walker. As Commander Maxine Bucholz put it, “It would be advisable for you to learn underneath veterans like the two. Just don’t do anything stupid like they would.”You sigh. The two are nice at least, and you’ve genuinely learned quite a bit from the two. As it stands, their tails, both furry and clothed, billowed in the breeze as you took to the skies over Gallia. The last Neuroi attack last week out of pattern. They normally attack either Tuesday or Thursday at approximately 4 PM Eastern Standard Time with a relatively medium force. But last week, they attacked on Wednesday at night. Casualties were relatively light, thankfully enough because of Vera Bjelik, your resident Night Witch.Unfortunately for you, that meant morning patrols went from weekly, to daily.You and the Lieutenants flew in a V formation, with Rachel on the left, and Daisy on the right, and you at the back. Your P-39 Airacobra Striker got fixed, thank goodness, after that spat a few weeks ago. Based off of the Liberion Bell P-39Q Airacobra which is successful with everybody BUT the Liberions, you’re quite taken by it, proud of it even.Sometimes you even talk cutesy to it when no one’s looking. But you’d never admit that.[1/2]
>>33451079[2/2]Daisy looks back at you, a headset over her eyes and flight goggles over her eyes. Her blonde locks flow messily as she smiles. “Hey, Rookie! You see anything yet?”Unfortunately, because you were a Sergeant AND a Rookie, you had to carry the equipment. That meant the heavy SCR-300 Walkie Talkie, two binoculars, three WP flares, a Verey light Flare gun, a red smoke grenade, a green smoke grenade, a white smoke grenade, and to top it all off, the spare .50 Caliber ammunition for your Browning M2.It hurt to fly, to say the least. But you power through it. You bring up your binoculars to have a look-see.Rachel says, “Hey, Daisy! You goin’ to teach the Rookie how to strafe Neuroi properly anytime soon?”Daisy shrugs. “Hey, she’s OJT, she’ll learn it!”You’re kind of jealous of the fact that all they have to carry are their weapons, an M1928 Thompson and a M1918 BAR. Light stuff compared to your heavy hitter.You sigh, then continue looking through. There’s a low fog which is sort of impeding your ability to scout effectively, funnily enough. But maybe there’s something you can dig up in your witch abilities thanks to your trusty familiar.Who is your familiar?> The Red-tailed Hawk> Alaskan Malamute> North Liberion Cougar> Write in
>>33451100> North Liberion CougarYeah!
>>33451100> The Red-tailed HawkPretty fucken badass.
>>33451100A dick. A big black flying cock, using its scrotum as wings to flap in the wind.
>>33451100>Write inGrizzly Bear
>>33451100> The Red-tailed Hawk
>>33451100>The Red-tailed HawkGet that bird of prey
>>33451100>>> The Red-tailed Hawk
>>33451100>> Write inboa constrictor
> The Red-tailed HawkYour feathery ears twitch as you try and pick up the subtle little frequency that Neuroi drones often give off. Large-types can give off bigger signals which are easier to pick up. These tend to bounce off of buildings, trees, and other big structures that are eventually cast into the sky, and thusly you can otherwise detect them. In a sense, you were keeping your ears to the ground.And you were rewarded. You could detect the sound of marching beneath the fog. Heavy ones. Certainly not tanks of the Allies, no. Neuroi Large-types. The standard tank model that Daphne usually encountered in North Africa. Quadrupedal legged machines with a big cannon that can punch through even Tigers at a sizable distance of 700 meters.“I got something!” you yell. Daisy and Rachel look back, grinning. “I think it’s a convoy of Largos!” Largo was a callsign for these particular Large-types. “Probably 7 or 8 marching down below, heading southbound towards the base!”Daisy pumps her fist. “Yes! Action! Let’s get down there!”“Wait!” you say. “The Commander was quite clear! Our orders were to scout, not to attack!”Rachel says, “Well, as the acting commander here in the sky, I say we strafe the heck out of them! What could go wrong?!” She waves Daisy down. “Descend below the fog, let’s kick some ass!”Oh man. Commander Bucholz is going to kill them.… She might kill you too if you follow them.> Follow them> Continue with Scouting> Write in
>>33451540> Follow themFuck no we're not abandoning our allies.
>>33451540> Follow them
>>33451540> Continue with ScoutingThey can probably handle it themselves, we should make sure no reinforcements arrive from the sky.
>>33451540>> Follow themIf they're going to be dumb, we may as well make sure we're all as safe as possible while being dumb together.Also>Radio it in
>>33451540> Continue with ScoutingLet's at least check around make sure these aren't the only Neuroi attacking
>>33451540>Follow themBut do not engage and provide them overwatch.
>>33451540>What could go wrong?!Well Rachel, everything, since you said those magic words.
>>33451540Gonna back >>33451653, seems to make the most sense.
>mfw new Schteel quest>>33451540>> Continue with ScoutingOrders are orders. And attacking ground targets through low-level clouds is not smart.
>>33451653>Radio it inYeah, no matter what this is a smart idea
>>33451540>> Follow them
> Follow them> Radio it inYou sigh, and then you pull the receiver for the Walkie-Talkie to your ear. “Flight Control. This is 509th Patrol. We have encountered Largo convoy, and are engaging at Lieutenant McCawlay’s discretion.”Flight Control, thankfully, is a young man who smokes cigarettes and looks at pornography most of the day when he isn’t managing the military overflights of the Army. “Roger, 509th. Good luck.” At least it wasn’t Commander Bucholz.With that done, you turn your body downwards into a dive with Lieutenants Daisy and Rachel. The air screams as the two of you soar down past the clouds and go right above treetop level. The vast Gallian country stretches out before you, farmlands, hedgerows, and canals dot the landscape. And down on a dirtroad which used to be frequented by farmers, marches the eight Largos. They march towards you, their cannons pointed upwards. You speed at them from the front, with Rachel and Daisy leading.“Alright!” Rachel sweeps his right arm right. “I’ll draw their fire! Rookie, you follow me! Daisy, get low and fast! Cheat their traverse!”“Got it!”[1/2]
>>33452151[2/2]You put full WAR EMERGENCY POWER to the engines of your Striker Unit and follow Rachel in her P-40B Tomahawk. You list right and close in, with Rachel raising her BAR and firing away. The shots explode and crack across the hexagonal plates of the Largos, who all turn to you and begin firing. The heat of their lasers flit and snap across your legs and your chest. Neuroi never knew how to aim, thankfully enough.Daisy meanwhile pulls left, and rolls her body around to give the back of their turrets a taste of magically powered .45 ACP. The shots land in their sparkling red areas and in their joints, jamming them up. The lead Largo falls, then the next, and the next. The other five stop in their tracks, and slowly begin crawling backwards in retreat.“Oh no you don’t!” Rachel flies past the Convoy with you and then zooms upwards, then rolls around and back towards them. The classic Immelmann loop. She reloads her BAR, then fires away at the back of the pack. The Largo’s turret explodes in a shower of shrapnel and electricity, then the rest of the body falls over dead. “Finish them, Rookie!”You pull upward, then roll and turn left back around in an Immelmann turn. The last few Largos try desperately to fire away at you.Nope. You raise your M2 and start blasting. The road and the remaining Largos get torn to pieces. The heavy .50 Caliber rounds powered by magic shred huge clean holes in them like cheese.Finally, that concludes the short little skirmish. Not a scratch on any of you. “What’s that, three kills for Daisy, one for me, and… four for the Rookie?” You all hover above the smoking wrecks of the Neuroi. Daisy and Rachel hover uncomfortably close, smirking smugly. “Well… our hero!” says Rachel seductively.> “Hero nothing, the Commander is going to kill us!”> “Oh, it was nothing.”> “Hmph! They weren’t even a threat.”> Write in
>>33452178> “Hero nothing, the Commander is going to kill us!”
>>33452178>Write in"Let's see how heroic you think I am when I throw you to the Commander."
>>33452178>Corny lesbian pickup line.
>>33452178>> Write in"The Commander is not going to be happy." followed by a put-upon sigh.
>>33452178> “Hmph! They weren’t even a threat.”
>>33452178>> Write in"I'll treat you all if we survive commander after all of this."
>>33452178>> “Hmph! They weren’t even a threat.”
>>33452178> “Hero nothing, the Commander is going to kill us!”Such is the tragedy of rookie-dom.
>>33452178> “Hmph! They weren’t even a threat.”Confidence is the only personality that can pull of drills
>>33452178>> “Hero nothing, the Commander is going to kill us!”
>>33452178>> “Hmph! They weren’t even a threat.”Include Ohohohoho laugh for good measure
>>33452178>> “Hero nothing, the Commander is going to kill us!”Do this, but sniffle a little.
>>33452178>Eh? I mean - they weren't even a threat! Nothing to it for one such as me!Initiate laughter procedure.
>>33452408Oh, oh god can we be the little moe girl?
>>33452408Fight back the tears.
> “Hero nothing, the Commander is going to kill us!”> “Hmph! They weren’t even a threat.”The Commander is going to kill you. But Rachel and Daisy are so nice, you can’t spoil this moment, no sir.Time to play it SMOOOOOTH.You cross your arms and flick your hair back. “Hmph! T’was nothing, they weren’t even a threat to me!” You chuckle a bit, but on the inside, you’re dying, knowing that Bucholz is going to have your ass. “I mean, I’m not afraid of Commander Bucholz at all! Ohohoho!” you try to laugh.Rachel and Daisy look tickled. You’re not fooling them.Daisy says, “Well, I tell you what. You’re on your way to becoming a regular Ace of Aces, Rookie!”You nod, smiling a little. “Thank you, Lieutenant. Um-“ Time to address the Elephant in the room. “By the way. I know, it’s a nickname, and everything, but could you possibly refer to me by my real na-“Rachel says, “Right. I think we’ve mucked about ‘nuff. How’s ‘bout we return to friendly airspace, give our reports, turn in for some nice hot meals!”Daisy’s eyes light up. “Oh, I hear we just brought in a cook from Romagna! Pasta and… Romagnan food all around! Just imagining it makes my tummy grumble harder than a child in the backseat of a car!”… You sigh, sniffling a bit. This is not going to be a good day, is it.[1/2]
>>33452760……The airfield has been established in the shadow of an old Castle. Next to that are the Infantry barracks, the motorpool, the supply yard, the armories, etc. In general, the Rear Echelon keeps the base running in tip top shape. You dismount your Strikers with the help of your mechanics, men from Liberion who know how to work the P-40 and the P-39. Handsome too, but most of them are already spoken for unfortunately.You, Rachel, and Daisy walk on. Daisy hooks her fingers on the lapels of her leather flight jacket. “I reckon, Rach. I hear the Mad Major’s gonna be transferring, here.”“Who?” asks Rachel. This sounds interesting, you lean forward to hear it too.“Major Meyer Mater Meagher. They say he’s mad because he attaches a bunch of Bazookas to his own L-4 Cub. Runs low strafing runs, even lower than ours!” Daisy dreamily looks up to the sky, clutching her hands together. “I’d love to meet him! He’s probably real strong and mighty handsome!”Rachel frowns. “Daisy, I’m jealous!”“Oh…” Daisy leans over and kisses Rachel on the cheek. “It’s a platonic kind of admiration, don’t you worry none.” Rachel rolls her eyes, crossing her arms.You never really understood those two’s relationship. They share the same bed, naked mind you, they share the same trousers occasionally, they play with each other in the bath, grope each other casually along with slapping each other on the buttock, and even cuddle together in the trucks when you’re on the move.And yet, you’ve never seen them share a kiss.[2/3]
>>33452788[3/3]“Ahem.” You three stop, and turn to see Commander Bucholz, crossing her arms and looking very sternly at you three. “So I heard reports that you engaged a Neuroi convoy on what I strictly said to be a Scouting mission.”Rachel and Daisy smile. “Howdy, Maxine!” says Rachel.The Commander sighs. “Girls.”“Oh.” Daisy and Rachel quickly salute her, along with you.The Commander slowly marches up to you three, then places her hands at her hips. “So, whose idea was it?”> Throw Rachel and Daisy under the bus> Take the blame> Write in
>>33452813> Throw Rachel and Daisy under the busFuck yeah we are, every Witch for themselves.
>>33452813>try not to cry>cry hard
>>33452788>They share the same bed, naked mind you, they share the same trousers occasionally, they play with each other in the bath, grope each other casually along with slapping each other on the buttock, and even cuddle together in the trucks when you’re on the move.Trudy, Kitten pls>>33452813Stay silent
>>33452813>> Throw Rachel and Daisy under the busAlways blame the /u/
>>33452813>> Take the blame"I radioed it in."
>>33452813>Throw Rachel and Daisy under the busThey'd do the same for us
>>33452813> Throw Rachel and Daisy under the bus
>>33452813> Throw Rachel annd Daisy under the busWhat... it's true, we did try to stop them.
>>33452813>> Throw Rachel and Daisy under the busAs expected of an ojou-sama
>>33452859That seems like it'll backfire eventually, anon.
>>33452813>> Throw Rachel and Daisy under the busThis is what you get when you call people Rookie instead of their name!
>>33452865>"I radioed it in."We totally did that
>>33452813>Say nothing>Lt. Col. Charles Carpenter>Six Bazookas strapped to a L-4>Knocked out Tiger I'sFucker must of had big balls.
> Throw Rachel and Daisy under the busYou point to Rachel and Daisy. “It was their idea!” Rachel and Daisy look at you, bewildered. “I was just following orders! I even radioed it in!”Bucholz quirks her brow at you, then glares at Rachel and Daisy. The two of them quickly return to a formal at attention stance. “Right. Why did you two engage? This base is covered in heavy artillery batteries that could have easily dispatched them. Not only that, but you put yourself at unnecessary risk. I am not throwing you two to the dogs, but I gave an explicit order, no engagements.”Rachel and Daisy are quiet for a second. You remain silent, looking away. They’re probably going to get you back for this. Say goodbye to your nice dress trousers for a week.Rachel says, “Ma’am. I believed that it would have been easier if we destroyed them ourselves. We are easily a match for a small group of Largos.” Her tone is particularly formal, and her trademark smirk is gone as well.“Of course. But we always engage Neuroi together as a wing. That is a fact.” Bucholz crosses her arms, again, sighing. “Now, the two of you are going to be disciplined for this.”Daisy smiles. “What, you gon’ spank us?”“NO I’M NOT-“ Bucholz stops, quickly taking a deep breath and recomposing herself. “No. I know you had the best interests at heart for the Army, and thusly your punishment will be light. You are to be grounded for the rest of the week.” They balk, groaning a bit. Bucholz loudens her tone to be heard. “At my discretion. You will be scrambled for emergencies, but say goodbye to patrols and flights until further notice.” They grumble a bit. “Is that clear?”Rachel and Daisy nod, looking down. “Yes, ma’am.”[1/2]
>>33453201[2/2]“Good, now go get some rest you two, you look like you used up your WEP out there.” They glance at each other nervously. “I will assume you didn’t.” Rachel and Daisy begin walking towards the Witches barracks, and you turn to follow them, but Bucholz places a hand on your shoulder to stop you. “Sergeant. A word.” You look up at her, sweating bullets. This is it. She’s going to let you have it. Oh no, no no.“Um, Commander?” you squeak out.Bucholz smiles. “Don’t be so scared. You were just following their orders.” You sigh in relief. Thank goodness. “No, listen. Go get your nicest dress trousers, meet me out here in 30 minutes. Alright?”Your nicest dress trousers? Oh dear. This must be something important.What were your nicest dress trousers?> Striped Panties> Frilly pink panties> A one piece swimsuit> Write in
>>33453218>Plain white with a little pink bow on the front.
>>33453218> Frilly pink pantiesOh yes
>>33453218>> Frilly pink pantiesThe pinkest!
>>33453218> Frilly pink pantiesOf course.
>>33453218>> Frilly pink pantiesIs there any other choice?
>>33453218>> Frilly pink panties
>>33453218> Write inActual trousers.
>>33453218> Frilly pink panties
>>33453218>> A one piece swimsuit
>>33453218> Write inBlack lacy side-tie
>>33453218Ornate, frilly pumpkin panties.
>>33453218>Frilly pink panties
>>33453337I kind of like this actually. May I change my vote >>33453246To this?
>>33453290Switching to this >>33453337Lace/Side-tie conquers all.
>>33453218>>33453289>>33453337Switching to this
>>33453218>Frilly pink panties >>33453337>writing in slut pantiesTypical.
>>33453218> Frilly pink pantiesAs nice as the black side tie sounds, they seem far too prone to accidents.
>>33453508>prone to accidentsThat's half the fun, and they are dress pantsu, not combat pantsu.
>>33453508>they seem far too prone to accidents.>implying that's not a reason to pick it
>>33453218>>33453337I was saving my vote for something like this
>>33453533>half the funAnon please, we're a classy lady.
>>33453218 Since no-one likes >>33453351I'll flip to the complete opposite, and support>>33453337
>>33453337I can see this quest is going to go places. Sorry schteel.
>>33453562A classy lady who has just upset some lewd yank witch-jocks. Sometimes you just have to paint a target.
>>33453337Why does it have to be black? Black underwear is for skanky bitches
>>33453618Every woman has black underwear, anon. hey just might not wear it day to day.
>>33453618Silly anon, we're going to be some kind of flying lesbian PUA by the end of this. We need easy access.
>>33453652No, not every woman has black underwear.
>>33453652I've never owned any black underwear my entire life. The only people who wear black are people who are looking to get some.
I thought we wanted to be a classy oujou-sama type. Why are we picking the slutty panties then?
>>33453727Because they want to be turbosluts.
>>33453708But everyone wants to get some from time to time.
>>33453727Well it seems you thought wrong, for we are apparently a crybaby tattletale with slutty taste in pantsu.
>>33453679Yes, they do. At least those of age between puberty and menopause do.
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>>33453752You don't wear those casually, or even to classy events unless you're also planning on fucking immediately afterward. >>33453771Also false. Some people don't like how it makes you look like a slut
>>33453218I know it is useless at this point but I want to say I vote for > Frilly pink pantiesGod damn slut pantsu
>>33453770I tried to fight it anon, but the cheesecake avalanche smothered my attempt.
>>33454106Just wait. In three threads we'll be face deep in crotch and it'll just be some dumbass smut quest. Rachel and Daisy were already way too lewd.
>/tg/>choosing clothesThis fight was inevitable, wasn't it.
Sorry for the wait, internet hiccuped. Update incoming.
>>33454190We haven't even started styling our hair
>>33454174Hopefully Schteel will stomp down on that shit before it gets out of hand.
>>33454174I really doubt that.
> Black lacy side-tieYou sit at your footlocker while Daisy and Rachel grumble at their bed as they strip out of their clothes. You contemplate it. You like your nice pink trousers, a little bow on the front and frills on the sides as well, it’s quite adorable! But your black side-tie trousers, silk and lace, these are for REALLY special occasions. Hm… You look down at your combat trousers, your plain whites with a little pink bow on them. You consider just wearing these, but they’re already worn out from today.You also search the others. Your cute little pumpkin trousers, the striped trousers, the t-back trousers, you even have a swimsuit for some reason even though you’re not a Submersible Witch.You sigh, then pick out the black side-tie. This is a special occasion.You think on it. Perhaps it’s a dinner with Commander Bucholz! Oh deary, you. A candlelit dinner, eating the finest Gallian cuisine with a nice slice of Bleu de Gex and perhaps your first wine as well! She will be wearing her usual uniform, and will be speaking to you about her adventures on the Gallian Front, while you sit there, lost in her eyes, and then you two will-[1/2]
>>33454190It was going okay until slutanons showed up
>>33454224[2/2]The trousers fly out of your hands, gripped by Daisy, who stands stark in her underwear. “What’s this, Rookie? Getting your nice Dress Blacks dirty for the Commander?”You blush, reaching out for it, squeaking. “G-Give that back!” She holds it up.“Hold on!” Daisy throws it at Rachel, who catches it in the air. She wears her blouse unbuttoned, revealing the fact that she isn’t wearing a bra. “Keep away!”“Come on guys, I’m sorry for tattling but give it back!” you shout. You run around as Daisy and Rachel throw the trousers to each other across the barracks, giggling and laughing.But Daisy’s aim unfortunately tells her to throw too high. Rachel misses the catch.And it lands on Vera’s face. All of you freeze.Vera is your resident Night Witch. A diminutive little Orussian who flies quite possibly the slowest Striker you have ever seen: The Po-2. And yet, she puts 110% when she does it, but boy does she sleep when she’s not in use. And when she’s awoken.Well, let’s just say she does not like to be awoken.She grumbles a bit, you three sweat as Vera turns over, grabbing the trousers off her face, then gripping them tightly in her hand.Rachel looks over at Daisy. “Nice toss.” Daisy pouts at her.Darn it.> Try and stealthily grab it.> Wake Vera, ask for it.> Maybe you should grab another> Write in
>>33454244>> Try and stealthily grab it.
>>33454224>>33454244See what I mean? This is way too lewd. Too gay. Dial it the fuck back schteel, seriously.> Maybe you should grab another
>>33454244> Try and stealthily grab it.We need those please
>>33454244>> Try and stealthily grab it.Pout, don't cry.Ignore >>33454268. This is the correct level of gay and lewd.
>>33454244> Try and stealthily grab it.
>>33454244> Maybe you should grab anotherThe pink ones, like we were supposed to.
>>33454244> Wake Vera, ask for it.Yep.
>>33454288No, it isn't. Not unless you're getting into the novels which were straight up yuri smut
>>33454244> Try and stealthily grab it.We worked hard to get those damn it
>>33454244>> Maybe you should grab another
>>33454244> Maybe you should grab anotherSomething not slutty, PLEASE.
Okay, this quest is just too /u/ already. Damnit Schteel, you had one fucking job.
>>33454328Swooning over an experienced commander and pantsu theft are not things that only happened in the novels.
>>33454244>Write inThrow those two onto her as a distraction and grab them in the chaos
>>33454244> Maybe you should grab another>>33454351Cry more, about time Schteel did a /u/ quest, and this one is appropriate to the series too!
>>33454351>too /u/>Strike WitchesWhat are you even doing here?
>>33454244> Maybe you should grab anotherPlease can we get the pink pantsu and forget this ever happened.
>>33454244>Try and stealthily grab it.
>>33454244> Maybe you should grab another
>You are a Strike Witchyou poor bastardyou poor fucking bastardyou have no idea what you've done forget shipping you are so far past "shipping" you're sailing into the battle of motherfucking jutland on a hull built by italians, with japanese damage control teams and british magazine handlers you didn't deserve this fate, schteelwhy didn't you listenWHY DIDN'T YOU LISTEN[SPOILER]I CAN STILL HEAR THE TRUDEFAGS IN MY SLEEP WHY DIDN'T YOU FUCKING LISTEN[/spoiler]
>>33454351If you want hetero Strike Witches, read 89 or Pararescue. >>33454244> Try and stealthily grab it.
>>33454244>>> Maybe you should grab anotherI suppose we can leave it for now, since anon is so butt hurt.
>>33454382For every gay witch there were two witches who were affectionately unaware. Every now and again, you had a witch that was confused as to why everyone was so gay.
>>33454244> Maybe you should grab anotherCan we move on now?
>>33454436Name the straight members of the 501st.
>>33454416No, I just don't want full cuntslobbering /u/. Schteel seems to have a problem differentiating between the two.
>>33454464Minna was pretty bi.Uuuhhh...
>>33454415Why won't you return to us?We're still loyal.
>>33454415Your quest lacked pure yuri love and masturbation.REKT
>>33454479Mio eventually retires with her assistant.
>>33454477Well I do, so what's your point? Not everyone agrees with you.
.>>33454477>I just don't want full cuntslobbering /u/.Then stop projecting, because it isn't there any more than it was in the source material.
>>33454244> Maybe you should grab anotherWhen we get to voting hairstyle I'm going to purposefully vote against drills, we don't deserve them with the way we're going.
>>33454504She had an assistant?I haven't actually looked at anything SW related since the first anime so don't ask me to remember details or shit.
> Maybe you should grab another>>33454415YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU MOTHERFUCKERGO WRITE AN ACTUAL QUEST AGAIN, WHY DON'T YOU
>>33454477His quests are tame as hell. >>33454514You fucking monster
>>33454504Where are you getting that?
>>33454527Different fag, but after she loses her powers, she gets an assistant who is an attractive young officer. He's not a focus in the series, but their relationship is very close.
>>33454415Trude a shit.Shirley a shit. Aurora best witch.Go back to fucking around with the Cabal, ya faggot.
>People paying attention to planefagLast time I saw him namefag in a quest he got like 1 reply. You'd think people maybe learned, but I guess not.
> Try and stealthily grab it.You quietly tiptoe over, then lean over Vera. She quietly slumbers, gripping onto your panties like a teddy bear. For the love of everything, you’re a respected Witch. You fight monstrous enemies which still pervade much of the World. The nations rely on you to fight for them and be strong! And here you are trying to grab your darn panties from an Orussian who has never seen 200mph in her life.Darn it. Whatever, you grab the silk, causing Rachel and Daisy to flinch. You pull it away, smoothly. Rachel and Daisy chew on their teeth.“ggh… suka blyat…” Vera turns over again, throwing her blanket over her head.Phew. That was close. You glare at Rachel and Daisy as you walk away from Vera’s bed and get changed into a fresh uniform and your new trousers.You meet with Commander Bucholz outside of the Barracks. She too has gotten a bit decked out, trenchcoat, medals, a peaked cap and everything, even her finest white silk trousers. You clack your heels and salute her. She salutes you back. “Hello, Sergeant.”You say, “What’s with the formal dress, Commander?”Bucholz smiles, stars in her eyes. “I suppose I shall tell you! General Blackstone is coming for a visit today! And I wish to make him feel as welcome as possible!”…> “… General Blackstone is married.”> “That’s nice!”> “Oh. Okay.”> Write in
>>33454559Hijikata has been there from the start, do the manga/ LNs bring him up more, because they never even implied that kind of relationship in the show.
>>33454601> “That’s nice!”But why are we here?
>>33454595This is a thread advertised in QTG. There's a reason there's been needless shitstirring and arguments.
>>33454601>> “That’s nice!”>>33454595He's probably trying to derail the quest. It won't work because of the power of panties and hair selection.
>>33454601>“… General Blackstone is married.”
>>33454533Call me a monster if you must, but it's the truth.
>>33454601> “… General Blackstone is married.”Commander please.Luckily Schteel has lots of experience ignoring shitposting, cause it looks like the whole brigade is here for this thread.
>>33454532He already is.
>>33454601>> “That’s nice!”So why are we accompanying her?
>>33454601> “Oh. Okay.”> “… General Blackstone is married. You know that, right?”
>>33454601>> “Oh. Okay.
>>33454616I don't know. I think there was something writing and a pic floating around that involved the two of them. I remember some fags being mad about it but I never read it myself.
>>33454601> “… General Blackstone is married.”
>>33454649>>33454670Schteel advertises 100% of his quests on /qtg/. It's not a problem, this is a minor shitstorm and Schteel's survived far worse in 100+ threads of QMing. >>334547381947?
>>33454601>> “Oh. Okay.”
>>33454649It's pretty obvious, given how different (more retarded and a lot more confrontational) some posters are from any of Schteel's other quests. Still. even shitposters can have taste from time to time.
>>33454774I don't know, only that you're not supposed to mention him because he is cancer.
>>33454601> “Oh. Okay.”> “That’s nice!”
>>33454787As someone whose only exposure to SW is the original series (no side-material, not the second anime/movie or whatever, and no other quest), Mio is pretty boring anyway so who cares?
>>33454601>> “… General Blackstone is married.”> “… General Blackstone is married.”YOU WHORE
>>33454738Doesn't sound familiar to me, pretty sure Hijikata has always been a subordinate rather than an LI for Mio though.>>33454774The only reference I have seen to Mio in 1947 is her turning up in Minna's office for yuri purposes. I may well be misinformed, and 1947 is non-canon anyway.
>>33454861We'll be crying into our pillow tonight!
>>33454875I'm not entirely sure myself. I only saw the anger around the end of my tenure in the Strike Witches Generals, because they were getting too fucking circlejerky.
>>33454903>getting too fucking circlejerkyWhat is every general for a series with no big running manga or currently airing anime, and most with those.
>>33454861>>33454879Being Rookie is truly suffering
>>33454841Because if that's the case then there is a second witch in the 501st who is not exclusively gay. Which means it is actually a totally straight franchise.
>>33454601>> “… General Blackstone is married.”And I don't think he's accepting mistresses.
>>33454949I'm pretty sure Freedom McTits wasn't gay at all. She was too busy forming a flat-n-round combo with Italian loli
>>33455001Fair point, neither Shirley or Erika have any sexual/romantic preferences show as far as I recall. And Luccini is too loli to make a call on.
>>33455058Lolis are lewd so she must be omnisexual.
>>33455058Don't forget that Yoshika is just kind of a molester and you can't take her seriously.
You smile at her. “That’s nice!... but you do know General Blackstone is married, right?”Bucholz nods violently. “Of course, of course!”“… and he’s in the area of 50, right?”“53,” says Bucholz. She folds her hands behind her back, looking particularly stern and formal. A far cry from the dirty mechanics and soldiers who walk or drive around the base. “BUT! He is our Commanding Officer! And I deeply respect him not just for commanding this army, but for his actions in the Fuso Sea islands! He was like a man possessed and I…” Bucholz holds her cheek, blushing a little. You frown a bit. Bucholz blinks, then shakes her head. “Now, irregardless! He will be coming in just a few hours.” She checks her watch. “Approximately, three hours, thirty minutes if Major Meagher is punctual.”You nod. “So why am I here?’Bucholz pats your shoulder, smiling. She leads you on down the airfield in a slow walk. “Sergeant, you are here because I am genuinely proud of you! You’ve already racked up over thirty-seven kills these past few weeks! Including the four that reports indicate from this morning.” She snaps her finger. “You are a rising star, Sergeant!”You feel yourself swell up inside. She’s complimenting you. Oh goodness, she’s actually proud of you. You can’t help but smile.[1/2]
>>33454774Looking into it, yeah, I don't see the 1947 stuff as romantic, it seems to just be "they are standing next to each other, they must be fucking! She's tainted!"Plus, non-canon anyway.Still pretty fucking gay though.
>>33454415planefag get back here! finish what you started coward!>>33454601> “That’s nice!”
>>33455140[2/2]Suddenly, the roaring engine of a motorcycle fills your ears. You all turn back to see the young man who first took you to the 509th those weeks ago drive up. “Ah, Corporal.”The Corporal salutes you, smiling. “Ma’am. Colonel Pool requests your presence. She says that you two need to talk over a few things.”Ah yes, Colonel Lorraine G. Pool. Head of the Tank Witches Squadron attached to this particular army. Very nice, very enthusiastic. Likes showing off her scars.Bucholz crosses her arms, frowning. “Can this wait?”“Nah, ma’am.” The Corporal points his thumb back towards the Tank Hangar. “She wants you now. Says it’s urgent.”Bucholz sighs, rubbing her temples. “Fine. I will be there.” The Corporal nods, then drives off, speeding down the airfield around landed B-24 Liberators. She looks over at you. “Sergeant. I will come back in a bit. Go relax until I fetch you, yes?” You nod violently, saluting. “Very good.”“Oh, ma’am!” You clack your heels, placing your hands behind your back. Bucholz quirks her brow, curious. “Commander. We’ve known each other for the past few weeks, and uh…” you blush a little. “I was wondering if you could perhaps refer to me by my name-““BUCKY!” you hear shout. You look down the airfield to see Colonel Pool, waving. She grins madly. “I got a bone to pick wit’ ya! Come on down!”Bucholz sighs, then nods to as you as she walks off. “Sergeant.”… darn it. What are you supposed to do now?> Go to the Hangar. Daphne is usually giving haircuts at this hour.> Karen and Carla are usually practicing their throws at the Firing Range.> Perhaps you should apologize to Rachel and Daisy back at the barracks.> Write in
>>33455109Yoshika is gay as fuck.
>>33455170Yoshika is grab happy and hyper-affectionate.
>>33455158No, no, go away and finish what he started. Away!>>33455166> Go to the Hangar. Daphne is usually giving haircuts at this hour.It's time.
>>33455166>> Go to the Hangar. Daphne is usually giving haircuts at this hour.No Pool time makes me sad.
>>33455166>> Karen and Carla are usually practicing their throws at the Firing Range
>>33455166> Karen and Carla are usually practicing their throws at the Firing Range.Introductions!
>>33455166>> Karen and Carla are usually practicing their throws at the Firing Range.Rookie is going to win the Poolb owl
>>33455186I don't think that covers her and Lynne still.
>>33455166>> Go to the Hangar. Daphne is usually giving haircuts at this hour.Time for drills>Colonel Lorraine G. Pool. Head of the Tank Witches SquadronThis is me acknowledging it, okay Schteel?
>>33455234Lynne is super gay. Yoshika is a boob demon.
>>33455166>> Perhaps you should apologize to Rachel and Daisy back at the barracks.
>>33455166>> Go to the Hangar. Daphne is usually giving haircuts at this hour.Woop woop
>>33455236Sorry anon, but we've done very little to make us worthy of the drills.
>>33455140>>33455166Commander is ruined. Let's hope the Pool isn't closed.
>>33455166>> Go to the Hangar. Daphne is usually giving haircuts at this hour.
>>33455322The Pool is always open for business, can't get into the deep end though
>>33455322>>33455392Pool likes big black men. Didn't you know?
>>33455166> Karen and Carla are usually practicing their throws at the Firing Range.>>33455187If he goes away, how will we know if he ever finished anything?
>>33455419Another thread on /tg/ is far enough.
> Go to the Hangar. Daphne is usually giving haircuts at this hour.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0vKfxKtGLU8The Hangar is the home to the B-24 Liberator “The Duchess”. Inside of it along the sides are all of your Striker Units, being examined and maintained by expert mechanics. Outside of it on the grass just by the walls is Daphne, who plays a record of music as she shaves the Duchess’ pilot clean of facial hair. He’s a grizzled veteran, old enough to be your father even, but even he smiles as he reads the newspaper. Daphne is quite the barber it seems.“There you go, darling!” says Daphne as she wipes off the last of the shaving cream. She offers a mirror to the man, Captain Bryce Malone. He admires his newly shaved square lantern jaw in the mirror. “Anything else?”“No, thank you, Daphne,” says Malone as he stands up from his chair and then leaves a nice little tip. It’s a spare parachute. Daphne giggles, squeaking with happiness as she quickly puts the parachute away. She looks over to you. “Oh, Rookie darling! How are you?”You smile. “Hey, Daphne. Still giving haircuts and shaves?”Daphne smiles, picking up a saucer and a cup of tea then taking a quick sip. “Yes I am, darling! Just look at all of these parachutes!” You look to see a stack of around four to five parachutes lying ontop of each other. “Oh, darling! It’ll be brilliant! I’ll bring these home and make myself a fine wedding dress!”You smile at her. Something about Daphne really lights up your day.“Did you come for a haircut?” she asks. She holds up a pair of scissors and a comb. “You could do with a trim!”> Yes (What kind of hairstyle?)\> Nah, just checking in.> Write in
>>33455562>> Yes (What kind of hairstyle?)\Bald, we'll get a few extra knots of airspeed due to the drag reduction.
>>33455562>> Yes (What kind of hairstyle?)Sidetail.
>>33455562> Yes (What kind of hairstyle?)\Braid.I want a braid.
>>33455562> Yes (What kind of hairstyle?)\>Drillsplease
>>33455597>>33455601Fuck all of you!>>33455562French BRAID!
>>33455562>> Yes (What kind of hairstyle?)\I don't care if we deserve it or not. Drills.
>>33455562> Yes (Sidetail)As I said earlier, I'm not going to vote for drills as we are completly undeserving of them.
>>33455562>> Yes (Drills)
>>33455601This but with a ribbon
>>33455562> Yes (What kind of hairstyle?)\Drills
>>33455562>> Yes (What kind of hairstyle?)\DRILLSBy the way what color hair does Rookie have
>>33455562> Yes (What kind of hairstyle?)Sidetail with fancy ribbon.
>>33455562>YesBraid > Drills > Sidetail > *
>>33455562>> Yes (What kind of hairstyle?)\Drills on the strict condition of blonde hair. If not, it's the worst. If other color hair, then Pony.
>>33455562>> Yes (What kind of hairstyle?)Sidetail
If we do get drills, we have to fucking act the part for once.
>>33455562> YesTwin braids please
>>33455776The is the correct attitude
>>33455562>>33455776This except braids and not ponytail as the back-up.
>>33455562>>33455601>> Yes (What kind of hairstyle?)>Sidetail.Yeah this is good, I really didn't want drills, that's why I suggested black side-tie panties
>>33455887You crafty bastard.
>>33455562>> Yes (What kind of hairstyle?)\Drills
>>33456105I think you missed, buddy.
>>33456128>>33456134Doh. This is what I get for browsing /vg/ and /tg/ at the same time.
>>33455887Cunning. I really didn't want frilly pink, so good job.
> Yes (Compromise: Drill sidetail)Daphne dutifully styles your hair into a very classy wavy swirly style. She says, “You know, darling, I must say, I really enjoy your blonde hair. I’m jealous!”You smile as she works her magic. “Daphne. Please! Honestly, you’re embarrassing me.”“No, no, darling.” Daphne flicks at her short musty auburn hair. “I mean, look at my hair! It’s so boring and flat and… ew. But yours, I just…” She runs her fingers through your hair a bit. “Oh goodness, your hair…”“Daphne?”She shakes her head, snapping out of it. “Nothing!” She quickly ties off the tail with a neat white ribbon. “There, all done!” You admire yourself in the mirror. Normally, the swirls are usually done with two over the shoulders like pigtails, but one seems to suit you just fine. At least it’s a little more manageable. “I must say, this style is usually reserved for royalty and nobility!”You frown. “Excuse me? I happen to be a very classy woman, Daphne. Why, I know over thirty different types of Gallian and Karlslander cheeses!” You cross your arms, smirking at her. “Anyway, I do thank you for these hairdressing! You and me must be do dinner sometime and I can show you my favorite type of cheese, Bleu de gex!”Daphne smiles, clasping her hands in front of her. “That’s nice, darling.”You all look up to see Carla Buscaglia and Karen Fujibayashi walking over, the two little girls that form your bomber portion of your Wing. Karen is crying her eyes out, mostly because it appears she is covered in blue paint. Carla meanwhile leads her on.“Carlanee-san!” Karen sobs a bit, wiping at her eyes. “I can’t see!”“It’s fine, Karen, just keep walking.” They walk up to you two. “Hello, Daphne! I don’t suppose you could help Karen, here? We had an accident with the Gammon Bombs.”> Laugh> “What happened?”> “Oh, you poor thing.”> Write in
>>33456208>> LaughTest out the new Drills
>>33456208> “Oh, you poor thing.”PROTECT IMOUTO SMILES
>>33456208>> “Oh, you poor thing.”
>>33456208> "Oh, you poor thing."> "What happened?"
>>33456034drills are the qtest.
>>33456208>> Laugh>> “What happened?”
>>33456208>> “Oh, you poor thing.”>> “What happened?”
>>33456208>> Yes (Compromise: Drill sidetail)>Mission AccomplishedWelp I'm done with this quest
>>33456208>Drill sidetailI... I just can't picture it. Someone give me a reference.
>>33456208> “What happened?”
>>33456208>“Oh, you poor thing.”
>>33456208> Laugh> “Oh, you poor thing.”Can we do an ojou's laugh now? >>33456333A good compromise makes no one happy.
>>33456208> “Oh, you poor thing.”> “What happened?
>>33456208> "Oh, you poor thing."> "What happened?"Begin smile protection mode
>>33456334>>33456385Should have just given us sex hair, clearly.
>>33456208>> Yes (Compromise: Drill sidetail)Drawfags, drawfags, pls!
> “What happened?”> “Oh, you poor thing.”You hold your hand over your wide open mouth. “Ohooo… what happened to you, you poor thing?” You quickly stand up out of the chair as Daphne runs to get some wet rags. Karen shakes as she settles into the chair, rubbing at her eyes with her dirty knuckles.“Oh, poor little Karen here got the short end of a practice bomb,” says Carla. Carla has been dutiful in teaching the even more greener Karen the ways of a medium bomber. Carla’s credentials come from her already being a bomber Ace by the time of her recruitment into her wing, racking up an extraordinary number of kills with her SM.79 Sparviero Striker, mostly over the sea and with improvised torpedoes.Nowadays, it’s the versatile Gammon Bomb. You can fill it with as much explosives as you can, and let it rip into Neuroi lines. Karen however, doesn’t really grasp that concept and as a Ki-49 Striker Pilot, that’s a little unfortunate.Daphne comes back, quickly wiping some paint off of Karen’s paint. “There, there, darling,” says Daphne sweetly. “We’ll have you clean soon.”Karen nods, squeaking a bit as Carla and Daphne start wiping her face and her hair down with water and fresh rags.[1/2]
>>33456697[2/2]“… and I said to them! I need more!” You and Carla look back to see Bucholz, staring straight ahead unamused as Colonel Pool continues to practically chew on her ear through sheer communication. “I need uniforms, I need clean trousers, I need clean socks! ‘but the air witches have greater need of it, hurr hurr Imma fat fatso and I like them cleavages dem witches show, hurr hurr.’ You get me?”Bucholz nods. “I do.” They look over and their eyes widen. “Oh my goodness, Fujibayashi! What happened?”Carla smiles nervously. “Training accident.”Pool whistles. “Geez.” She looks over at you. “Oh, Rookie!” She smiles at you. “I remember you! Nice hair, you look like a right proper belle.” You smile at her. She immediately turns around and bends over, reaching to pull down her pantyhose. “Want to see my new scars!?”> WANT TO SEE HER NEW SCARS?> Yes> No> Other
This all feels frighteningly familiar.
>>33456722> YesI just can't help myself.
>>33456722> YesHow bad could they be?
>>33456722>> NoThat isn't necessary
>>33456722>> WANT TO SEE HER NEW SCARS?>> Yes
>>33456722>> Other"Depends if those scars have a good story."
>>33456722>YesI want a nice view of the Pool.
>>33456722> YesAssuming they're not horrible. Eh, still probably cool though.
Remember that poor medic from mecha musume.That is all
>>33456722>> OtherBlush at the implication.
>>33456722> Sure, I guess
>>33456832>Remember>mecha musumeHAHAHA, nope, you can't make me.
>>33456832I...don't see the relevance? Please explain.
>>33456836Schteel ran the character's introduction to the Wing as a oneshot a while back. We got a face full of Pool then too.I regret nothing.
> YesYou blush a little as Colonel Pool bends over and shows off her new scars on her buttocks. She points to one just above her buttocks, a large cut almost like a tramp stamp. “I got that one last week when a Largo ambushed us! Got me right in the back! Looks good though, don’t it? I reckon I can just explain that one as a tattoo!”She points to another one, a big blotch right on her right buttcheek. “And this one is from when Air Drones dropped down on us! Now Walters and company are good, but not that good at AA duties so they got the drop on us, yeah? This one damn near burned my good trousers off and I ended up having to finish the mission as a commando rather than a witch.” She giggles a bit as she pulls the pantyhose back up.You, Daphne, and Carla immediately make eye contact with her again. “Well, that’s nice,” you say. “Very brave of you.”Colonel Pool smirks, flexing her arm. “Ya think so? I reckon it’s just pure Liberion charm.”Bucholz sighs. “Regardless of nationality, Lorraine. You should attend to your girls, I’ll do my best to see what I can get you in the coming weeks, okay?”“Oh, you better!” says Pool as she points her finger in Bucholz’s face. “I’m running outta good trousers, the rest are torn or have holes in them, it’s a nightmare!” She smirks a bit. “Anyway, hugs and kisses, Bucky.” She waves as she turns around and leaves.“That Colonel Pool is quite the character,” says Daphne as she starts washing paint out of Karen’s hair.“Right,” says Bucholz. “First thing’s first. Rookie, is there anything else you would like to do? Otherwise, you and me shall go meet with General Blackstone when he comes in.”> Go see Rachel and Daisy at the Barracks> Head down the airfield and meet with General Blackstone> Write in
>>33456697>Gammon bomb>no fragmentation>no shaped-charge>Ki-49>flying torchHer striker's a better bomb then her payload
>>33457071>> Head down the airfield and meet with General Blackstone
>>33457071>> Head down the airfield and meet with General BlackstoneNah, let's go see the old man
>>33457071> Go see Rachel and Daisy at the BarracksMore hanging out!
>>33457071> Head down the airfield and meet with General Blackstone
>>33456722>Other"Do I have a choice?"
>>33457071>> Head down the airfield and meet with General BlackstoneI doubt the other two have cooled off enough yet, and really we cannot head off the revenge prank with an apology.
>>33457071> Head down the airfield and meet with General BlackstoneFine, fine, let's meet general buzzkill. Or crush-kill I guess.
>>33457071> Head down the airfield and meet with General BlackstoneI guess.
> Head down the airfield and meet with General BlackstoneYou and Commander Bucholz stand down the airfield. The rest of the Wing is off for the day, as Bucholz described it. But you however, you get to have dinner with Commander Bucholz tonight! Oh joy!Then again, she also said General Blackstone and Major Meagher would be joining, but still. Commander Bucholz!Once there, you stand there for quite some time until you see the approach of a single winged plane, a small one by the looks of it only used for reconnaissance purposes and communication. The Piper J-3 Cub, known by its military designation L-4 Grasshopper, or just the Cub. The most modification they made was simply painting it olive drab. This one owned by Major Meagher didn’t have any fancy pinups or cartoons or even name.Instead, it was a killfeed. 16 Units destroyed. Four of them Largos. One of them an Air Drone apparently.It comes to a steady landing on the airfield, right in front of you two. The light engine cuts out, and out steps the old man, General Blackstone, and the very younger man, Major Meagher.The two of them walk up to you. General Blackstone offers his hand to Bucholz, who shakes it vigorously. “Commander Bucholz. It’s good to see you again,” he says in his gravelly voice. “Where’s your Wing?”Bucholz says, “They are resting for the day. We’ve had a busy week this one and the last.”“I heard,” says General Blackstone. He pats Major Meagher on the shoulder. “This is Major Meagher, my newest personal pilot.”Bucholz nods, shaking his hand as well. He flashes a brilliant smile. “It is nice to meet you!” he says. “Photos don’t do you justice, Commander.” He looks down at you. He offers his hand as well, smiling. “And ain’t you just the cutest little thing!”> “I’m not cute! I’ve destroyed more Neuroi than you!”> Introduce yourself> “That's no way to talk in front of a General!"> Write in
>>33457565>> “That's no way to talk in front of a General!"
>>33457565> Introduce yourselfWhat does Ojousama do when slighted? Step on his shoes? Accidentally flash our kill count?
>>33457565> Introduce yourselfLet's not make a scene. Just put him on The List.
>>33457565>> Introduce yourself>>33456442
>>33457675Amazing, 10/10.>>33457565> “Aren't you just the most condescending little shit!"
>>33457675You flatter me. This is pretty good.
>>33457565>> Write inIgnore him >>33457675Cute
>>33457565> Introduce yourselfPolitness. Also, does this mean we finally get an actual name?
>>33457565> Introduce yourselfBy remaining professional, we have proven ourself superior. Internally gloat.
>>33457565> Introduce yourself
>>33457565>> Introduce yourself
> Introduce yourself“Hmph. It is nice to make your acquaintance.” You turn your nose up and shake his hand. You feel the metal of a gold wedding band. At least he won’t try anything if he’s a good honorable man. “I am Sergeant-“General Blackstone says, “I remember you. You flew into that Supercarrier with the young Flying Officer Vera Bjelik. Heck of a thing you pulled out of there.” He smiles at you. You really don’t want to correct him on the fact that he just interrupted you saying your name for once. “Anyway.” He turns to Commander Bucholz. “Commander, how about we take a visit to your squadron, they should be at the barracks, right?”Bucholz blinks, looking around with her eyes. “Um. Why?”General Blackstone furrows his brow. “I’d like to see if your Squadron is in tiptop shape. Is that not a duty of mine as a General?”“Oh, yes, of course!” Bucholz clears her throat. “It’s just- I don’t mean to disturb my girls with something as stressful as a Commanding Officer’s visit and…” General Blackstone stares at her, relentless. Bucholz pauses, then rubs her arms. She quietly squeaks out, “… okay.”[1/2]
>>33457956[2/2]……“Now, the papers have already been filled out and ready. Major Meagher will serve this army as a Reconnaissance liaison, along with being my personal pilot around this area of Gallia. Commander Bucholz, refer to him, he will be your subordinate and I trust he will serve you well.”Major Meagher nods, standing formally in his flight jacket and hefty pilot overalls. “I won’t let you down, ma’am! The old Cub can serve you quite well. Neuroi don’t tend to shoot at Cubs, big mistake when they get the M6A3 up their asses.”Commander Bucholz nods. “Alright. Major, you are to respect my authority here while you are staying on base. Make sure to stay out of our barracks.”“Oh, my wife would kill me,” says Major Meagher happily. “If she knew I were colluding with a bunch of young unmarried women, I’d be lynched faster than you can slap down the divorce papers.”With that, you arrive at the Witch barracks, a simple building. Not like the 501st’s castle up in Britannia. Bucholz says, “Rest assured, General, Major, the 509th Joint Fighter Wing is one of the most well-disciplined Witch wings in the world!”She opens up the door to reveal quite the sight.On one side, Rachel and Daisy bathe each other in makeshift tub from a giant wooden bucket. On the other side, Karen and Carla chase each other around with pillows. Daphne applies some neat little make up on her bed, wearing nothing but her trousers and a simple blouse. And Vera simple slumbers peacefully. Everything stops they see their visitors.…> “Well-disciplined, huh?”> “OFFICERS ON DECK!”> Remain quiet.> Write in
>>33457980>> Remain quiet.
>>33457980> “OFFICERS ON DECK!”
>>33457980>> Remain quiet.Welp.
>>33457980> Remain quiet.We can blow off steam when the officers are gone.
>>33457980>> Remain quiet.Hah
>>33457980> Remain quiest.> Facepalm.
>>33457980>> Remain quiet.>> Write inTwirl your drill-tail
>>33457980>> Remain quiet.If we pretend we see nothing, maybe they will join in.
>>33457980> Remain quiet.
> Remain quiet.…Bucholz clears her throat, loudly. “AHEM.”The girls all drop what they’re doing and immediately line up at the their beds, standing straight at attention. Rachel and Daisy are the last as they quickly have to tie towels around their bodies, to make themselves decent for Major Meagher. Bucholz walks along them, looking each and everyone in the eye. Then she stops at the end, and turns around, her heels clicking. “Girls. Allow me to introduce Major Meyer Mater Meagher. He will be joining this particular army as a Reconnaissance Officer, and he has been temporarily placed under my command for the time being. I hope you all show him a very friendly welcome. Is that understood?”“Yes, ma’am!” Major Meagher smiles, waving shyly at everyone, trying not to look at the very partially naked Rachel and Daisy.General Blackstone smiles a bit, crossing his arms. “Well, Commander Bucholz. Quite the unit you have. Shall we have dinner then?”[1/2]
>>33458421[2/2]……Dinner is assembled in the old castle, where much of the General Staff and other Rear Echelon troops have made officers and communications posts. The hard stone walls are aglow from the light of candles and portable lighting equipment dragged in from the outside. The good chefs have made an excellent meal for you, Commander Bucholz, General Blackstone, and Major Meagher.And the rest of the wing.Rachel and Daisy stare dreamily at Major Meagher as he describes some of his exploits in his Cub, while Carla feeds Karen her meatballs, Daphne carefully eats her food, Vera sleepily tries to eat, and General Blackstone and Commander Bucholz attempt to catch up.You look around, it’s quite good pasta. It’s missing something though. Not the sauce, the sauce is good, delicious even. Meatballs are quite good as well-… is that Bleu de Gex. Mother of mercy.Major Meagher reaches over and grabs the entire slice, breaking it in half. NO, THAT’S NOT HOW YOU EAT CHEESE. Major Meagher smiles, not even noticing the fact that you’re dying. “Anyway-“ He stuffs a huge heaping of it into his mouth. “So I’m coming in, at a dive, about 70-80 degrees, becauses Largos generally have thinner armor at top you see? That’s where the shields are weakest too. And the rockets from the M9A1 can penetrate over a 100mms.” Crumbs of good blue cheese fly out of his mouth. Rachel and Daisy don’t even notice.You can’t take this> “STOP! CHEW WITH YOUR MOUTH FULL AT LEAST!”> “Can I please have some of that cheese?”> “So, what’s it like flying your Cub, Major?”> Write in
>>33458449> “Can I please have some of that cheese?”Our will is iron. We were already planning to cry into our pillow tonight anyway.
>>33458449>> “Can I please have some of that cheese?”
>>33458449>“Can I please have some of that cheese?”Activate saddest eyes ever
>>33458449>Politely excuse self from table, go to our bed, rock back and forth.
>>33458449> “Can I please have some of that cheese?”
>>33458449> “Can I please have some of that cheese?”We gotta be getting close to snapping though.
>>33458449>> “Can I please have some of that cheese?”Do not stab the Major for disrespecting the cheese. He isn't worth it.
>>33458449> “STOP! CHEW WITH YOUR MOUTH FULL AT LEAST!”Someone has to vote for righteous anger.
>cub>bazookashttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Carpenter_%28lieutenant_colonel%29Yes. This is a thing that actually fucking happened.
Can we have a review of positions in our wing again?We know about the two strike crafts. And two bombers. But what does Daphne do?
>>33458624That... is adorable.
>>33458638> Wing Commander Maxine Bucholz - Bf 109 F-4 Fighter Witch> Lieutenant Rachel McCawlay - P-40B Tomahawk> Lieutenant Daisy Walker - P-40B Tomahawk> Flying Officer Vera Bjelik - Polikarpov Po-2> Flying Officer Daphne Fairbanks - Hawker Tempest> Flying Officer Carla Buscaglia - SM.79 Sparviero> Pilot Officer Karen Fujibayashi - Ki-49> Sergeant "Rookie" - P-39N AiracobraThe lack of a Squadron leader is intentional, mostly because Bucholz has a choice between Daisy and Rachel and neither are particularly attractive.
>>33454415Why do I get the distinct impression your comparison to Schteel's situation was influenced by our conversation earlier today?
>>33458738Ahhh, thanks good Schteel.
>>33454415do you really still hear the trudefags?
> “Can I please have some of that cheese?”You pout a little, shifting from across the table. “Excuse me, Major.” Major Meagher looks at you, his cheeks full of cheese. Goodness. “But um… can I please have some of that cheese?”Major Meagher smiles. “Sure!” He tosses it to you from across the table. You quickly catch, and watch it crumble a bit in your hands. Oh no… But then again, it’s Bleu de gex. You quietly eat the crumbs bit by bit, and enjoy the flavorful taste of it. You’re never going to get anything else like this anywhere.General Blackstone says, “Anyway, Commander Bucholz, it’s a nice of you to invite me to dinner.” Commander Bucholz beams. “Your Wing here is quite the collusion, and I gather that you will make fine soldiers and fighters out of them.”Major Meagher says, “They aren’t already?” Blackstone and Meagher chuckle a bit, at Bucholz’ quiet expense.General Blackstone says, “Anyway.” He looks out stone window. “It appears to be getting late.” He stands up. “I will stay the night, you have prepared quarters for me, yes?”“Yes, of course! Carla, Karen, could you show General Blackstone and Major Meagher their quarters?” Carla and Karen quickly stand up and lead General Blackstone and Major Meagher out. Commander Bucholz stands and says, “The rest of you, get some sleep. Tomorrow’s morning patrol flight will be handled by Fairbanks, myself, and the Sergeant.”She doesn’t even refer to you by your name! You’re pretty sure you introduced yourself at some point!Bucholz walks over to Vera, who lazily pokes at her food. “Vera. You’re on watch again, tonight, can you handle it?”Vera nods, groaning a little. “Da. I can handle.”You feel sad for her somewhat. Being a Night Witch must be suffering. Maybe you should…> Volunteer to assist Vera> Turn in for the Night> Write in
>>33458738Sergeants are lowly ranked for the airforce?
>>33458906> Volunteer to assist Vera
>>33458906>> Volunteer to assist Vera
>>33458906>> Volunteer to assist VeraWe aren't going to be getting any sleep tonight anyway, with Daisy and the other one pissed at us.
>>33458906>> Turn in for the NightWe have morning patrol.
>>33458906>> Volunteer to assist VeraI want to bond with the Russian, it'll be fine.
>>33458906>> Volunteer to assist Vera>>33458924Sergeants are enlisted scum. True pilots are officers.
>>33458906[x] Volunteer to assist Vera>>33458991Ahhh I see. Thanks anon!
>>33458924>>33458991https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flying_Sergeants#World_War_II_.281939-45.29captcha: sysidst Saunders
>>33458906> Volunteer to assist VeraWe need to get our mind off the cheese-violation anyway
>>33459091I just said they were enlisted scum and not true pilots. Both of these are true.
>>33458845only when I sleep
>>33458991Depending on the air force, enlisted pilots weren't all that rare at the outbreak of the second world war IRL. They'd occupy a position a lot like an army warrant officer pilot now, where they're pilots only, with no command authority. Not sure how long they lasted though, and the US I think commissioned most of it's shortly after the war broke out.
>>33459206Basically you have to be an officer to have commanding authority?When conscription happens, what do men conscripted into the air force do? Ground duties?
> Volunteer to assist VeraYou stand up. “Commander. I’d like to volunteer to assist Vera in her Night Witch duties.”“Oh?” Bucholz tilts her head. “Are you sure? I don’t have anyone to replace you for morning patrol tomorrow. Apart from Major Meagher.”You nod. “I am sure, Commander.”“Alright. Vera, take the Sergeant out. Report back at 0500 sharp.”Vera blinks. “Huh, what?”……You and Vera walk by sense during the night. The base is kept at a strict light-discipline policy. Not even cigarettes are allowed at night outside. Even despite that, you and Vera easily find your way around. Or more accurately, Vera just leads you on while you trip and stumble occasionally over something.You meet with the Mechanics, who work by lantern light. They start helping you into your Strikers. Your personal Mechanic, a Corporal Anselm Bernhardt from Karlsland is actually quite enthusiastic for what is possibly the dead of night. “Good luck, Sergeant! If you see any Neuroi out there, kill them good, okay?”You nod, smiling at him. “Thank you, Bernhardt.”Another mechanic, Corporal Klaus Janovich from the Ostmark says, “And don’t use your WEP up like this morning. It’s for emergencies, not for speed boosts.”You nod again. “Thank you, Janovich.”Vera sighs her familiar black cat ears and cat tail sprout from her body. Her Striker achieves lift off, barely, and then begins flying out the hangar. She looks to you with a very condescending look. “Just try to keep up, da?”> “It’s not a race.”> “I should be saying the same thing.”> “Okay.”> Write in
>>33459139I know, I was pointing out the historical context.
>>33459228Typically. Check out the wiki link, it's pretty well explained in there. Don't know how much of that actually applies to the Strike Witch universe, though.
>>33459256[x] “I should be saying the same thing.”Our Russian nightcat is looking down on us? We even volunteered because she looked so miserable!
>>33459256> “It’s not a race.”Urge to explode: rising.
>>33459256>> “Okay.”We ams good girl, not make snarky comment at slow russian.
> OkayYou nod, then begin following after. “Okay.”With that, you two being flying out into the night.…You quickly return back to the base where Vera is still struggling to gain more lift. That Striker is not having it. “It is not race!” she yells at you. Little glowing antennae stick out of her forehead, like radar equipment on a night fighter.You nod. “I know. I mean… are you going to be this slow!”“This is why I do my Night Witch duties alone,” says Vera as she glares at you. She hefts her Bazookas up onto her back. “Everyone is too fast! I am like Tortoise in Tortoise in Hare!”“… you mean Tortoise and-““I know!”> “Why fly that Striker anyway?”> “Well, won’t argue with that.”> “You need to get a better Striker.”> Write in
>>33459443>> “Well, won’t argue with that.”
>>33459443> “Why fly that Striker anyway?”There must be a reason why it's awesome despite being not fast. We should learn!
>>33459443>> “Why fly that Striker anyway?”
>>33459443>> “Why fly that Striker anyway?”Just ask why. Don't imply that its a bad decision anyhow.
>>33459443>> “Well, won’t argue with that.”Just limit our airspeed.
> “Why fly that Striker anyway?”You cross your arms. “Why fly that Striker anyway? Not that I’m implying it’s bad, it’s just… why?”Vera points down to the Striker legs. On one says “Mother” and on the other says “Country”. As Vera explains to you as you fly out, “My mother works in workshops building tanks for Orussian military! Orussian is my homeland, it still fights even today!” She points at you. “So do not badmouth Orussia in my sight or I will maul like bear!”You smile, holding your hands up defensively. “No sweat, Vera! That’s an admirable thing.”Vera smiles a little. “This Striker my mother built herself. And I am proud of it. I will not use any other but this! And it has served me well!”The girl has spunk, you give her that.“Now then!” She looks forward. “Follow me! We have a ways to go!’You nod, then cap your airspeed at just below 150 miles an hour. And off you two fly into the night sky, together.
>>33459698https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yte6GZhUXpgThat's it for the Pilot thread of Strike Witches of Gallia Quest. I'm quite pleased by the turn out, and it looks like I might make this a full miniseries or even a full Quest when LGA finishes. Stay tuned for more news on it.Follow at: https://twitter.com/GermanSchteelI'll see you next time.
>>33459734Thank you Schteel, I hope this continues.
>>33459734So will it be griddy as mecha musume?
>>33459734It was fun. Tanks for running.
>>33459780No, I don't imagine so.
>>33459734I liked it, do want more.If you do decide to run more of this will we actually get a name?
>>33459794Disappointing, I was hoping for more ISU-152s to kill some witches.
>>33459820The Rookie will get a name, eventually.Or you can just decide on a name right now or during the wait for the next thread in the meantime. I don't mind.
Is it weird that I can only find mecha musume palatable if I imagine them piloting actual planes while fighting? I have no idea why. I usually love cute girls.