https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zNcPnEc99UEPREVIOUS THREADS: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=Strike+Witches+of+GalliaSince the confirmation that Hive K-2 “Leviathan” was closing in on Southern Gallia, Army Group South has been on alert. Bombers from the 453rd Bomb Group and other nearby groups have suspended their daylight bombing raids until further notice. Even General Blackstone has recalled Colonel Pool and her squadron of tank witches back from Venezia to help reinforce the front.And the first thing she did was bare her breasts to the entire airbase, just to show you the new scar she got. You dis miss her a bit when she left, but boy, she was way too enthusiastic about that.You are the Rookie, Flying Sergeant of the 509th Joint Fighter Wing commanded by Commander Maxine Bucholz, user of the P-39 Airacobra Striker Unit, friend to the Red-Tailed Hawk, Communications and tracking specialist, and you are currently having a bit of Darjeeling tea in the Striker Unit hangar. The rest of the Wing (minus Vera who’s sleeping off another night mission in the barracks) is around, cleaning their Strikers and getting covered in grease and oil.You cross your legs, sitting in a chair as you observe Hermine Graf and Commander Bucholz talking, shooting the breeze over the topic of the Bf-109 and the Fw-190. They talk as if they were old friends.Your saucer and your tea cup shake a bit. You’re not jealous. No siree, a good lady does not have jealousy, envy, or other synonymous feelings in her feeling… place.BUT HOW DOES SHE GET A SHINY KNIGHT’S CROSS AND THE ATTENTION OF COMMANDER BUCHOLZ SO SOON AAAAAHHHH-[1/2]
>>34137121[2/2]“Darling?” You look up to see your good friend, Daphne “Foobs” Fairbanks. Her hair is an absolute mess, and her cheeks are splattered with black oil from her Striker. Her usual leather flight jacket is gone and replaced with just a dirty tank top and her white trousers. She smiles at you, clasping her hands together. “Are you okay?”“Of course!” you say, chuckling a little. “Ohoho~, it’s not like I’m jealous or anything!”“… you’re jeal-““I’M NOT!” you say quickly. “Anyway, I’m being rude, do you want some tea, Daphne?” She nods, then pulls up a chair next to you. She pours herself a cup and takes a cautious sip of the hot tea.“So, darling.” Daphne looks at you curiously. “Why are you not working on your Striker Unit?”You smirk, turning your nose up as you gesture to your Striker Unit next to you. It gleams and glimmers in the sunlight, freshly cleaned and painted. “Unlike the rest of the Wing, I do not leave cleaning of my Striker Unit to the last minute, Daphne! As you can see, all I’ve had to do is give it a good sweep of the rag and that was that!”The familiar screech of tires assault your ears. Ah, Jeep Jockey’s here. He drives the Jeep inside, towing a Focke-Wulfe 190 Striker Unit behind. He picks up a stack of letters and packages as well from the back. “Lieutenant McCawlay.” Rachel and Daisy look back from the maintenance of the Striker, then run over. “Hermine Graf.” Graf’s eyes light up as she realizes the 190 is for her. Hmph, it’s not like you’re jealous of her 190, you love the Airacobra. “Rookie.”…“Rookie!” he says again. You roll your eyes. “Rookie!” he yells, looking around.> “It has my name on it!”> Come and get your mail> “Jeep Jockey, if I call you by your name, will you call me by mine?”> Write in
>>34137137> “It has my name on it!”Christ JJ.
>>34137137> Come and get your mail> “Jeep Jockey, if I call you by your name, will you call me by mine?”Not that we would, but still
>>34137137> Come and get your mail
>>34137137> “It has my name on it!”> Come and get your mailGrumble grumble.
>>34137137> “It has my name on it!”> Come and get your mail
>>34137137>> Come and get your mail
> “It has my name on it!”> Come and get your mailYou stomp over and swipe your mail from the Jeep Jockey’s dirty peasant hands. “I happen to have a name, Jeep Jockey and it happens to be on this you know?”The Jeep Jockey huffs. “Well, maybe if you called me by my name, I’d call you by yours.”“I-“ You pause. Son of a gun. You don’t actually know what his name is. This is the driver who first brought you to the 509th. He’s been with the 509th for so long he’s pretty much an unofficial member. And yet, you haven’t the faintest idea of his identity. That feels bad. “Well, what is your name?”The Jeep Jockey smiles at you. “The name’s-“ He gets a pair of dirty trousers to the face. “Ah! What the hell!?” He throws it off his face.“Listen here, Jockey,” says Daisy as she walks over, wearing naught but an oversized T-Shirt and… did she just throw her trousers at the Jeep Jockey? “That’s payment for letting us borrow your Jeep!” she says in a sing-song voice.He throws the trousers back at Daisy. “I don’t need your damn stinking pants!” He huffs as he puts the Jeep in reverse and drives out. Damn it, you were so close.You look down at your mail. What is it? It appears to be from the closest person in your family.> A care package from your sister. She works for the reconstruction efforts in Gallia.> An envelope from your cousin. She works for the Liberion Civil Air Patrol.> A package from your father. He’s a cop.> Write in
>>34137515> A care package from your sister. She works for the reconstruction efforts in Gallia.Oh boy oh boy!
>>34137515>> A care package from your sister. She works for the reconstruction efforts in Gallia.Imouto or Onee-san?
>>34137515>A care package from your sister. She works for the reconstruction efforts in Gallia.
>>34137515> A care package from your sister. She works for the reconstruction efforts in Gallia.
>>34137515> A care package from your sister. She works for the reconstruction efforts in Gallia.>tfw no mom optionMan, moms have it rough in Schteel-land, between LGA, Magical Green Lantern and this quest. Guess Liberty's was fine though.
>>34137515>> A package from your father. He’s a cop.And because I missed the end of the last thread:>You nod. “Yes, we do. We went to the Academy together, she was my Senior actually. Already had quite a few kills to her name when we first met and had experience in the Luftwaffe Glider division.”>Luftwaffe Glider divisionAw yiss!
>>34137515> Write inA love letter from our Fiancè
>>34137515>> A package from your father. He’s a cop.GUN.
>>34137515> A care package from your sister. She works for the reconstruction efforts in Gallia.I hope it's an older sister.
>>34137577Well, for a certain definition of fine, I mean, they were estranged and Liberty did sort of hate her. Not dead though, I'll give you that.
> A care package from your sister. She works for the reconstruction efforts in Gallia.You open up the little package from your sister. Daphne watches over your shoulder, as does Carla and Karen as well. “We were curious,” they justify. You roll your eyes and pull out a photo. It’s her and her crew of workers. She shyly holds up a Gallian flag in front of her as they all stand in front of their latest project, the reconstruction of the Eiffel Tower.Daphne gasps. “She looks just like you! But the little swirly hair thing is on the other side!”“Yes, I was aware, Daphne,” you say. “She happens to be my best good sister of mine! We were raised together and I OH, CHEESE!” YES, SHE REMEMBERED. SHE SENT YOU A SLICE OF BLEU DE GEX BLUE CHEESE YEEEEEE-You’re almost in tears. It’s been so long since you’ve had one. “Can I have some?” asks Daphne.> No, get your own.> Fine, but only for you, Daphne.> Eh, might as well let the entire wing have a slice. Except maybe Graf.> Write in
>>34137515> A care package from your sister. She works for the reconstruction efforts in Gallia.> An envelope from your cousin. She works for the Liberion Civil Air Patrol.> A package from your father. He’s a cop.Why not all three? Our family loves us!
>>34137806> Fine, but only for you, Daphne.We love everyone else, but fuck you our cheese
>>34137806> No, get your own.She can already fondle the drill, that's all she will get!
>>34137806> No, get your own.I will claw your eyes out if you touch this! MINEMINEMINEMINEMINE!
>>34137806> Eh, might as well let the entire wing have a slice. Including Graf!Just a small bit though. A tiny sliver each.
>>34137806>> Fine, but only for you, Daphne.It's a good idea to be nice to your hairdresser.
>>34137806> Write in> Eat cheeseSeriously, we don't act fast and that cheese will be gone. Pigeons, rats, hungry watches, walling objects, pockets with holes in, this is a vulnerable cheese!
>>34137806> No, get your own.
>>34137806>> Fine, but only for you, Daphne.Only you Daphne, because I want you to win
>>34137806> Fine, but only for you, Daphne.Foobs is best girl.
You bring the cheese to yourself like a baby. “Get your own, Daphne!” You immediately regret this decision. The corners of Daphne’s lips sink like the Lusitania and the Titanic and her eyes stare at you as if you had just called her the worst thing possible. Aw… damn it. “Actually, fine you can have a little.” You break off a piece, a small piece for her.She grins, taking it and immediately popping it into her mouth. “Mmmm! This tastes delicious, darling!”“Hey, can we have some?” asks Carla. She and Karen have drool hanging from their mouth.“No!” you say. “Just for me and Daphne.”Carla grumbles, crossing her arms. “I like blue cheese.”Karen adjusts his big glasses a bit. “Take care, Carla-sensei. Perhaps there will be another chance for it soon, yes?”“Hmph.” Carla grips the brim of her peaked cap and adjusts it a bit as she goes back to working on her Striker Unit.> Continue eating your cheese in peace> Talk to Someone (Specify)> Help someone with their Striker Unit (Specify)> Tune the radio to another song (Specify) (<-This is a free action. Go ahead and show off those songs from the 1940s.)> Write in
>>34138123> Continue eating your cheese in peace> Talk to Someone (Daphne)Does she have any family back home in whatever direction that is?
>>34138123> Continue eating your cheese> Talk to Someone (Graf)This is going to be good.
>>34138123>> Tune the radio to another song (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TaCLxyvcKiU)>> Continue eating your cheese in peace
>>34138123> Continue eating your cheese in peaceThis cheese is more valuable than our pants and the Commander combined.
>>34138123> Continue eating your cheese in peace> Tune the radio to another song (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TaCLxyvcKiU)
>>34138123>You bring the cheese to yourself like a baby. >“Get your own, Daphne!”My... presciousssssss....
>>34138123>> Talk to Someone (Daphne)Chat about mail, family and so on.
>>34138123> Continue eating your cheese in peace> Tune the radio to another song(any big band swing tune will work)
> Continue eating your cheese in peace> Tune the radio to another song (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TaCLxyvcKiU)> Talk to Someone (Daphne)You and Daphne sit together. Daphne happily hums along to song as she reads the newspaper, while you happily chew on the sweet, sweet, chewy cheese that is Blue Cheese Bleu de Gex. Hehe, blue cheese rules.You swallow, good ladies never talk with their mouths full after all. “So, Daphne,” you say. “Where’s your family staying?”“Oh, my family?” Daphne puts her finger to her chin, thinking. “Well, I come from Faraway Land, went over to Britannia to join the RAF. My parents are working in the factories, and my older brother is a police officer!”“Really?” you ask. That must be neat, being a police officer.“Indeed, he actually sent me a sidearm, lemme see if I have it, eh…” She folds up the newspaper, then reaches into her carrying bag. She pulls back, frowning. “D’oh, I must have left it in my footlocker. I’ll show you later though! Do you have a sidearm?”You nod. “Yeah, I just don’t bring with me. It’s usually deadweight anyway.”“Oh, that’s dangerous,” says Daphne.[1/2]
>>34138612[2/2]“Alright, everyone!” you look over at Commander Bucholz. “Listen, listen!” You all gather around her, dirty, greasy, and sweaty. “We have been working long and hard today. And I feel like I should reward you all for your excellent service. There happens to be a spa nearby, and I-“Rachel and Daisy cut in. “WE’RE GOING TO A SPA!?”“Just for a bath,” says Commander Bucholz quickly. “You can say goodbye to pedicures, manicures, and other… pretty cures that you think you do at spas. Go ahead and pack your things! We depart in twenty minutes.”The entire wing is excited as you all head back to the barracks to get a change of clothes. Yes, a chance to see the Commander in her ALL of her glory. Hehehe…Once you’re back in the barracks, you and Daphne start swapping sidearms. She hands you yours. “A Colt Detective Special. Neat!” you say.“What’s yours?” she asks.> C96 Mauser> Colt .45 M911> Webley .32 Revolver> Write in
>>34138646>> Colt .45 M911We like our 'murican guns.
>>34138646> Colt .45 M911I know shit about guns.
>>34138646>> Colt .45 M911Dat 'Murrica
>>34138646>> Webley .32 RevolverPip pip officer's pistol.
>>34138646> Webley .32 RevolverRevolver is best gun. This is trufax.
>>34138646>Colt .45 M911
>>34138646>Write in>Modèle 1892 revolverWe're in Gallia damn it.
>>34138686Wait, changing vote to > Write in> Webley-FosberyInconvenient and overly fancy, but with just a slight chance of getting to show off.
>>34138730That is a fair point, I'll change mine >>34138683 to this
>>34138646My vote; >>34138696is getting changed to this: >>34138730
>>34138646>Modèle 1892 revolver
>>34138646>> Colt .45 M911Texas flag on captcha? Well Liberion pride all the way.
>>34138646>Webley .32 Revolver
>>34138930Rookie ain't from Liberion, son.
> Modèle 1892 revolver“Oooh, fancy!” says Daphne as she spins the ammo cylinder. “Double or single?”“Double action,” you say. “Just to make things easier on me.”“Neat!” she hands it back to you. “Makes my snubnose look like a little mutt in comparison to yours, eh?”You smile. “Ah, Daphne, you don’t give yourself enough credit.” You pat her on the shoulder, then start packing. You pack your spare uniform, and you pack a spare set of trousers as well. Everyone else sort of just meanders about with getting the non-essentials like shampoo, and other stuff. You actually don’t mind that, but you always did let Daphne wash your hair, she knows it better than you do at this rate.“Alright, everyone ready?” says Rachel. You all nod. “Good, let’s go!”You all step out to see Commander Bucholz, already with the Jeep Jockey. “Why’s he coming?” asks Rachel.“Because I’m your Jeep Driver,” says Jeep Jockey simply.> Sit in the back (Vera, Daphne, Carla, Karen)> Sit as close to Commander Bucholz as possible> Sit on the hood (Rachel, Daisy, and Graf)> Write in
>>34139042> Sit as close to Commander Bucholz as possible
>>34139042>> Sit in the back (Vera, Daphne, Carla, Karen)
>>34139042> Sit on the hood (Rachel, Daisy, and Graf)
>>34139042>> Sit on the hood (Rachel, Daisy, and Graf)Let's talk to Graf
>>34139042> Sit in the back (Vera, Daphne, Carla, Karen)
>>34139042>Sit as close to Commander Bucholz as possibleIt's pretty much tradition now.
>>34139042>> Sit as close to Commander Bucholz as possible
>Sit on the hood
>>34139042>>Sit as close to Commander Bucholz as possible
> Sit as close to Commander Bucholz as possibleYou sit in the back right behind Commander Bucholz. You get the greatest whiff of her long brown hair. Bliss!Daphne also gets a quick of your hair too, but you allow it. You’re too busy gushing over the Commander.“Right, take us away, Jeep Jockey!” says Rachel. The Jeep Jockey carefully looks around the girls on his hood and starts driving. The 509th Joint Fighter Wing is moving out!... to a spa bath. A much needed one you might add.Graf grins. “This is so exciting, I’ve never been to a public bath before! Is it like in those Fuso novels?” she says over the wind.Karen says, “What Fuso novels?”Carla says, “A joy it will be to have a good hot bath for once! No more showers with all you plebians and no more having the water run out on you because a certain SOMEONE-“ she leans over at Daphne, “-hogs all the water!”“I need plenty of water to maintain my good clean skin!” says Daphne. “Just look!” She rolls back her sleeve. “Silky smooth!”Vera simply slumbers, pretty much out even through potholes and dirt roads.> “The Jeep Jockey’s not going to take a bath with us, is he?”> “I must agree with Daphne, skin care is best care!”> “This is only for today, it’s not a replacement for our showers!”> Write in
>>34139400>> “I must agree with Daphne, skin care is best care!”
>>34139400>> “I must agree with Daphne, skin care is best care!”How else are we suppose to get Commander's attention
>>34139014>Rookie ain't from Liberion, son.I was referring to the gun.
>>34139400> “I must agree with Daphne, skin care is best care!”
>>34139400> “The Jeep Jockey’s not going to take a bath with us, is he?”
>>34139400>“I must agree with Daphne, skin care is best care!”
>>34139400> “The Jeep Jockey’s not going to take a bath with us, is he?”Spooooky
> “I must agree with Daphne, skin care is best care!”You smile. “Daphne is in the right about it!” You roll up your sleeve as well. “You must have excellent skin care if you wish to be attractive. Nobody likes warts, pimples, and bruising on their ladies I reckon!”Carla huffs. “You two are just a bunch of posh little ladies.”“Thank you!” says Rachel. “I was wondering when someone would agree with us!”Commander Bucholz says, “Now, now, girls. Let’s not get into a fight about skincare and the like. This is a day to relax.” She quickly looks at all the girls. “So I expect you all on your best behavior. Draw out of line and its latrine duty for a week. I will personally gorge down on spicy food just to make it even harder on you.”“Gee, thanks, Bucky,” says Daisy with a roll of her eyes.……The spa building is nestled quite humbly in a forest. Stumbling upon it would be like stumbling upon civilization after wandering the woods for months. The Jeep Jockey frowns as you all step off. “What about me?”Commander Bucholz walks over and presents him a box. “This is a stack of the finest gentlemen’s literature I could muster. Do not let me find you with it.”Jeep Jockey looks down at it, confused. “Um. Thanks?”“Go ahead and return, we will be done in an about an hour or two, Corporal.” He grunts, placing the box in the back, then driving off. The staff all welcome you inside and proceed to lead you on to where you will strip and leave your clothes. It’s a humble little room, with shelves for the clothes and complementary shampoos and the like for the baths.You’re not focusing right now because you’re still looking at Graf rather enviously. Curse her and her generous assets. You bet she probably has a lot of back pain.Karen looks over. “Rookienee-san, your breasts are so big!” Ha! At least someone- “May I touch them?” she asks hopefully.… what> No> Okay, fine> Write in
>>34139795>...what?> Okay, fine
>>34139795> Okay, fineRookie is a kind and generous girl
>>34139795> Okay, fineShe appreciates our bust, after all.
> Okay, fineYou blink at her. “Excuse me?”Karen blushes a bit. “Well… it’s just…” She looks down at her own body. Nothing too special, honestly speaking. “You know…”You sigh. “I suppose you can. Just-“ You smile, nervously. “Don’t ever ask again,” you say quietly. She proceeds to quickly squeeze your breasts. “Ow! Karen!”“Sorry!” She pulls her hands back. “I was too excited.” She giggles nervously, adjusting her glasses a bit.You roll your eyes, patting Karen on the head. “I admit Karen, I would be excited to touch my own breasts too!” You poke her a bit. “Tell you what, drink your milk, exercise, and maybe your body will be kind to you and reward you with a bust like my own!”“You really think?” she says hopefully. You nod. She squeals as she runs over to Carla.……“CANNONBALL!” Rachel and Daisy jump into the bath, only to smash their asses against the hard ground. They cry in pain, rubbing their bruised buttocks. “AGH! THAT WASN’T AS DEEP AS WE THOUGHT!” Rachel groans.Bucholz stands by the side, wearing her towel over her body. “Well, I was going to punish you for that, but I suppose that will do, Lieutenants.” You all settle into the hot baths, and immediately your troubles and tribulations melt like butter. It’s been ages since you’ve had a hot bath such as this and you are going to savor every last minute of it.Graf swims up next to you. Oh boy. “Hey, honey! Would you mind scrubbing my back for me? Hard to reach you know?”> I guess it can’t be helped.> You can do it yourself> Write in
>>34140125> I guess it can’t be helped.Scrub reeeeal hard.
>>34140125>> Write in>reach around>squeeze Graf's grafs
>>34140125>> I guess it can’t be helped.>>34140175Yeah
>>34140125>> I guess it can’t be helped.She better return the favor though
>>34140125>I guess it can’t be helped.and maybe a little>>34140175
>>34140125> You can do it yourselfGo away Graf.
> I guess it can’t be helped.You roll your eyes. “I suppose it can’t be helped.”Graf leans forward, crossing her arms as she relaxes on the edge of the pool, while you take some soap and a sponge and start scrubbing her back extra hard. “Ooh…” She sighs blissfully. “You’re really going deep, honey.”You blush a bit, stop that. “So, have you and Vera been getting along, Graf?” you ask.“Brilliantly!” she says. “The little girl has taught me a thing or two about her Striker Unit and vice versa. Plus, she really like piggyback rides, unless it involves a Striker Unit tow in which case, no. But regardless, very cute little girl I’d say.”You and her look over to see Vera, already fallen asleep in the bath. That figures.“So, honey. Have you been in the 509th long?” she asks.You nod. “I’ve been here since the landing.”“Ah, that must have been eventful. I heard it was you who took down that Supercarrier,” she says. “I must say, that must have been no easy feat!”“It was more Vera, I’d say,” you say simply. You place the sponge beside her and lather more soap around her hips and her back.> “What about you? How’d you get upgraded to the Diamonds so quickly?”> Grab her breasts, you’ve always wondered how they felt> “Welp, I’m done here.”> Write in
>>34140434> “What about you? How’d you get upgraded to the Diamonds so quickly?”
>>34140434> “What about you? How’d you get upgraded to the Diamonds so quickly?”> Grab her breasts, you’ve always wondered how they feltSure, skinship is fun.
>>34140434> “Welp, I’m done here.”
>>34140434> Grab her breasts, you’ve always wondered how they felt
>>34140434>“What about you? How’d you get upgraded to the Diamonds so quickly?”
>>34140434> “What about you? How’d you get upgraded to the Diamonds so quickly?”> Grab her breasts, you’ve always wondered how they feltCasual bath conversation
>>34140434>> “What about you? How’d you get upgraded to the Diamonds so quickly?”
>>34140434>> “What about you? How’d you get upgraded to the Diamonds so quickly?”>> Grab her breasts, you’ve always wondered how they felt
> “What about you? How’d you get upgraded to the Diamonds so quickly?”> Grab her breasts, you’ve always wondered how they feltAs Rachel and Daisy splash each other, Daphne, Carla, and Karen converse, and Commander Bucholz simply lies back and relaxes, you decided that maybe Graf’s breasts are something to behold. But first, you should probably take this naturally. “So, Graf. How’d you get upgraded to the Ritterkreuz with Diamonds so quickly?”“Oh, funny story,” says Graf. She giggles a bit. “It was about a few weeks after you got transferred out from the Academy after that action that got you your medal and your place in the 509th. I was out on a reconnaissance run with the Orussian Air Force over the Black Sea, when out of the clouds comes this great big flying Capital-class Neuroi!”You nod, slowly sliding your fingers up her hips. “I see…”“And it just started blasting here and there, boom! Boom! Suddenly, we realized it, this thing was going after the Black Sea Fleet! If the Orussian’s lost that, they’d lose any ability to fight and transport materials through the sea! We had to take it down. So, we called in reinforcements, and drew it over Ostmark territory. Eventually, Yak-9Ks came, and we started getting to work on the monstrosity. Have you ever flown a Yak-9K? It’s not fun with that big monster of a cannon in the engine and why are you grabbing my breasts?”[1/2]
>>34140825[2/2]You squeeze them a bit. “Just making sure they’re clean,” you say simply. Wow… these feel great!She looks back at you, a slight blush on her face, then shrugs. “Anyway, the 9Ks were busy blasting holes in the thing, trying to find the core, when suddenly, there it was! But it regenerated too quickly! So, I blasted it open, and then used my shield to force the hole open. Made a little hole for my MG-81Z, blasted it, and pop it went! Orussian Forces reported it also took down several Large-types in the area as well. And that’s how my Ritterkreuz was updated to the Diamonds!”You continue squeezing her breasts. Damn it. Why can’t you have anything like this?> Help Commander Bucholz bathe> Daphne appears to need help washing her hair> Go play around with Rachel and Daisy> Write in
>>34140846> Help Commander Bucholz batheBucky!
Just got called into work, so no new sketches today :(Here's a preview of a wallpaper commemorating the B-24 thread, I'll upload next Wednesday.
>>34140846> Help Commander Bucholz bathe
>>34140917Looks fucking great, anon!>>34140846> Go play around with Rachel and Daisy
>>34140846>Go play around with Rachel and Daisynot everything must be shipping.
>>34140846>> Daphne appears to need help washing her hairDaphne darling
>>34140846> Daphne appears to need help washing her hair
>>34140846> Help Commander Bucholz batheGotta go with the commander.
> Help Commander Bucholz batheYou hold up a bottle of shampoo and a sponge, smiling as you present yourself to Commander Bucholz. She sighs, then says, “Go on.” You happily start lathering her hair. “So, what was in that package of yours?” she asks.You say, “Oh, it was a slice of blue cheese from my sister.”“Really? I would’ve liked some.” Awww damn it “Now, take Lieutenant McCawlay. A friend of hers actually works in the Civil Air Patrol. She sent her a letter and a few photos.” Rachel and Daisy are too busy playing “spot the Neuroi sub” in the pool Carla washes Karen’s hair and Graf busily helps Vera clean up.“Did you receive anything, Commander?” you ask.“Nope,” she says. “I don’t get too much these days. Family’s still back in the new countries, they’re still getting used to it I suppose. They send me letters only occasionally.”You nod. “You said your mother was a witch?”“She was, and her mother, and her mother, and her mother.” She continues on, rambling a bit. “Basically, our family has produced a long line of witches. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of it rubbed off on my brother Johannes.”You giggle a bit. “Everyone knows guys can’t be witches.”“Oh, have you seen him in person?” You shake your head. “He doesn’t need powers. He can crush you like a can.”Suddenly, you feel your hair get sniffed at. What the- Oh, Daphne. “Oh, hi, Darling. Did you need help with your hair?” She nervously fingers at your hair, giggling.> Sure, Daphne> No thanks> What is it with you and my hair?> Write in
>>34139042Daphne is going to wash her hair for the rest of her life isn't she?
>>34141255>> Sure, DaphneShe knows Rookie's hair better than she does after all
>>34141255>Sure, DaphneDaphne is a good girl.
>>34141255> What is it with you and my hair?
>>34141255> Sure, Daphne> What is it with you and my hair?
>>34141255>> Sure, DaphneIt is inevitable.
> Sure, DaphneYou guess it can’t be helped. “Sure, Daphne, but remember to keep it-““Yes, yes, darling!” she says quickly. “I know how to do your hair just how you like it!” She starts slathering your locks with shampoo. “And just how I like it as well…” she whispers. You pretend you didn’t hear that.Rachel and Daisy swim up to you three. “Hey, come on guys, you not going to play around?” She stands there in her full naked glory. “Come on! It’s a spa!”Bucholz crosses her arms, looking up at her. “Lieutenant, this is not a way to conduct yourself in the presence of civilians. We are to here clean up and relax, nothing more.”“This is relaxing!” says Daisy. “Come on, next thing you know you’re not going to let us do high flights to cool our cokes and our ice cream.”“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that. Why don’t you just use the fridge in the Officer’s lounge?” asks Bucholz.“Because that’s boring,” says Rachel. “Besides, Carla stuffs it full with her foodstuffs anyway.”Carla laughs as she peers through Karen’s big glasses. “Good thing too, I’m not letting them spoil in the Mess Hall kitchen!”Rachel snaps her finger. “Speaking of which, we need a good drink or two once we get back.”Bucholz frowns at the two. “I don’t want you wasting time and energy cooling drinks. It’s not proper.”“Aw, come on!” says Rachel.> The Commander is right!> Actually, I’d like to have a good case of Coca-cola ready and cool for me…> Write in
>>34141557> The Commander is right!Ehehehehe
>>34141557>> Actually, I’d like to have a good case of Coca-cola ready and cool for me…Come on Commander, pamper us
>>34141557What if we bring coca-cola bottle mixed in with bottles of bomb up with us? The Neurois will have no clue what to expect! A bomb or a coke feast!
>>34141557> Actually, I’d like to have a good case of Coca-cola ready and cool for me…Gotta get dat coke dawg
>>34141557>“And just how I like it as well…” she whispers. You pretend you didn’t hear that.I love you Daphne you pervert> Actually, I’d like to have a good case of Coca-cola ready and cool for me…Commander would let us right?
>>34141557>Write in>Remain quiet
>>34141557> Actually, I’d like to have a good case of Coca-cola ready and cool for me…
>>34141557We are a lady!Coca-Cola is a peasant's drink and below our station! We are not some Liberion farm girl!
>>34140846... So if she's had the Iron Cross the entire time, why was Rookie so surprised to see her with one? She can't keep her damn mouth shut about it now, she surely wouldn't have at the academy.
>>34141789I think Rookie was just surprised that she got upgraded to Maximum Pimp version in the amount of time she's been with the 509th not winning medals at all.
> Actually, I’d like to have a good case of Coca-cola ready and cool for me…You say, “Actually…” The entire wing looks at you, apparently prepared for you to kiss the Commander’s ass. Much as you’d like to, literally and metaphorically, coca-cola despite it being the beverage of the working class plebians, is actually kind of good. “I’d like to have a nice cool bottle of Cola every now and again, Commander. Maybe it’s not a bad idea after all?”Rachel says, “Quiet you-“ She blinks in surprise. “Did you just defend us?”Commander Bucholz says, “Sergeant. I’m surprised. I didn’t think you’d like Coca-Cola.”“Eh…” You shrug. “I keep my tastes diverse.”“Hmph.” Commander Bucholz crosses her arms. “Well, I suppose maybe only once every few weeks but no more.” Rachel and Daisy grin. “But you better stock up on Malt beer as well.” They frown again, but apparently accept that.Rachel snaps her finger again. “Oh yeah. One more thing, Bucky. You remember my good friend Gillian, flies a Widgeon Striker for the CAP?” She nods. “She took down a sub Neuroi off of the East Coast. Smashed it to bits! They’re giving her a medal for that!”Commander Bucholz smiles. “I’m happy for her! Send her my congrats when you next write to her.”“Actually, I was hoping we could all get together for a group photo.”“Now?” asks Daphne. “But we’re naked!”“Not now!” says Rachel. “Later! When we get back to base!” Your ear perks up a bit at that. Wait. You look around.Everyone looks at you. “What’s wrong, Rookie?” asks Carla.You blink a bit. Your ear is twitching.…“Nobody panic,” you say. “I think there’s a Neuroi in the building.”…> PANIC> “Commander?”> “Anyone?”> Write in
>>34141742What country are we from anyway?
>>34141958> PANICNothing is wrong, everything is okay
>>34141958>“Anyone?”>get a head count and the PURGE THE ALIEN
>>34141958> “Commander?”>>34141911> She flies over, then lands, keeping up straight as she smirks at you is THAT A FUCKING KNIGHT’S CROSS OF THE IRON CROSS!? Nope. That's the first time she's seen it. Throw in the fact that a student in the academy had an Iron Cross with Oak Leaves and Swords while Erica Hartmann, one of the seven top flying witches in the world, had just gotten her Iron Cross with Oak Leaves at this point in time.You guys wonder why I'm infuriated with German right now, it's because Graf has been so poorly done it's enraging.
>>34141958Well we're not wearing any clothes, so we're immune to Buzz Drones.
>>34142074That's how that works
>>34142026Eh, I like her, I don't think it's really anywhere as serious as you're making it out to be.
> “Commander?”You look over. “Commander?”Commander Bucholz stands up, gripping a towel then twisting it. “Grab a towel, girls. We’re hunting a Neuroi without our Strikers or our weapons.” You all hop out of the bath and grab anything hard, a brush, a towel with some soap in it, everything. You yourself wield a towel wrapped up with soap like a mace. “Sergeant. Lead us.”You summon your magic, your tailfeathers and your ears growing, and immediately picking out the location. It’s not a very particularly big Neuroi. You lead the Wing out of the baths, in tactical column. Your ears twitch and perk a bit. It’s in here somewhere.The staff look at you, surprised. “Um, girls?”“Can’t talk,” says Rachel. “Working.” All of you walk around the building, naked and wielding towels. You could tell them that Roy’s peeping in the building, but no need for undue alarm. Let them think you’re crazy. You end up back in the room with all your clothes. “There!” You point to Commander Bucholz folded up trousers. Suddenly, a small mouse-like Neuroi pops out of it, squeaking as it scurries along the shelf.You all mob it, slapping the area around it, trying to get a good smash on it as it scurries around and around “AAAHH!” you scream. “IT’S CRAWLING UP MY LEG!”“HOLD STILL!” yells Rachel. She twirls her towel flail.> Try and slap it off> Hold still THIS IS GONNA HURT> “No, no!”> Write in
>>34142403> Hold still THIS IS GONNA HURTJust imagine it's Bucholz doing it, Rookie.
>>34142403> Hold still THIS IS GONNA HURTWe're tough.
>>34142403>> Hold still THIS IS GONNA HURTPretend you don't enjoy it Rookie
>>34142403>Hold still THIS IS GONNA HURTRookie luck continues to hold.
>>34142403> Hold still THIS IS GONNA HURT>>34142223If German was a bad writer then I wouldn't give a shit, but this is piss poor effort in a good story.
>>34142403>Try and slap it offWe don't need help!>>34142477This is still miles better then the actual show, where there was an entire episode of nothing but this. An entire episode.
>>34142477>piss poor effort in a good story.Well, again, I like the character personality wise, I think just trying to fit the historical awards in with the SW timeframe and still have a decorated ace that isn't already covered to be Rookie's contemporary is the only thing that's maybe a little off.
>>34142570Hey, I love Schteel and this quest, but don't talk shit about the show.
> Hold still THIS IS GONNA HURTGod in heaven. You bend over and brace yourself. Just imagine yourself, bent over Commander Bucholz’s knee! You’ve disobeyed her, and now she’s going to deliver the final punishment! A good hard spanking! Yes, happy place, happy place! HAPPY-The smack on your bottom is loud enough to deafen you. You find yourself face first into the ground, your hindquarters hurting. That bottom is probably going to be red for quite a while.Graf kneels down next to you. “Are you okay?”You squeak a bit. “… yes.”“We got it!” says Rachel. “The Peeping Tom ain’t nothing but white mist and scrap now!”Daphne and Graf help you up. “Ow…” you rub your now raw and sore bottom. “Well, good work, Lieutenant,” you say. “For what its worth.”“Don’t sweat it!” Rachel and Daisy grin at that.Commander Bucholz sighs. “Well, we should go report this to General Blackstone. Sorry girls, bath time’s over.” Everyone groans. “Let’s get dressed and-“The door opens up. It’s the Jeep Jockey. “Commander Bucholz, it’s-““CLOSE THE DOOR!” You all throw your soap and towels at him.“AH! MOTHERFUCK- WHAT!?” he shuts the door.Commander Bucholz sighs, wrapping a towel around herself. “I’ll go see what it is. Get dressed.” She shuts the door behind her. Rachel and Daisy immediately slide in to eavesdrop.> Eavesdrop> Get dressed> Talk with someone (Specify)> Write in
>>34142750>> EavesdropSuper curious
>>34142750>> Eavesdrop>> Get dressed
>>34142750> Get dressed>>34142611I liked her personality when she first showed up as a cocky braggart of an ace who overshadows Rookie, but she's since devolved into... well, a bland girl who talks way too much, and isn't even a contemporary of Rookie (combat veteran with decorations before academy, upperclassman of Rookie as opposed to being in the same graduating class as Rookie). She is, in fact, effectively a completely different character than the Graf that first appeared.
>>34142769Anons really do want Jocky and general Black to see our delicious curls do we.
>>34142750Oh god, is Jeep Jockey the lead of his own quest in some parallel timeline?>Get Dressed
>>34142805>cocky braggartSee, I never read her as that, I saw her as overly friendly to Rookie, while Rookie was pretty cold to her, and she definitely overshadows Rookie by virtue of being naturally talented, but she never came across as mean-spirited to me. Plus I think she was always just a 'fellow alumni' rather than a classmate.
>>34143007Eh, for the most part she comes off like that, true, but there is the whole 'let me just pointedly drop my amazing medal oh how silly of me' stuff too.
>>34143050Yeah, when I saw that I assumed she would be a rival of sorts. I was really disappointed to see her be the "misunderstood nice guy" instead.
>>34143050Honestly, I may just be retconning a little mentally, but I got that more as a jealous Rookie reading into things than anything else - turning smile to smirks and assuming everything, like tripping over, to be calculated and aimed at her. I mean, it was around for a post or too while Rook's blood was running hot, but then died away.
> Eavesdrop> Get dressedYou quickly put on your trousers and your blouse then kneel down, careful not to let the ground make contact with your still raw hindquarters. You press your ear to the door along with Rachel, Daisy, and even the rest of the 509th besides Graf. Graf says, “Is what they’re saying really that interesting?” Rachel shushes her.The Jeep Jockey is in the midst of saying, “… apparently they’re from Liberion, Office of Strategic Services. They say that they’ve found something that they absolutely cannot allow the Neuroi to get their ugly mitts on.”“Well, what is it, Corporal?” asks the Commander.“They don’t tell me doodly, just that I needed to get you back to base as soon possible so you and the girls can be briefed.”“Alright. Well, get the Jeep warmed up then, we’ll join you in a few minutes.” The door slides open, and Commander Bucholz looks down at you. You all smile nervously. “Girls. Was what I was discussing that interesting?”Rachel says, “Yes?”“Get dressed.”[1/2]
>>34143159[2/2]……You all take the drive back to base, feeling refreshed, rejuvenated, and much cleaner. Even with that little encounter with the Neuroi bug and a potential for some kind of special forces work in the future, you’re all in high spirits. Daphne herself buries her face in your hair, giggling as she takes in your smooth hair.“Who is he?” asks Commander Bucholz to the Jeep Jockey.“Some OSS Colonel, said he worked in the business of espionage, sabotage, and infiltration. He’s apparently in cahoots with SOE’s Joint Commando Groups, apparently invested a few boys in there,” says the Jeep Jockey. “Old guy, gravelly voice. Kind of like General Blackstone. Uh… Hargrove I think his name was.”Commander Bucholz looks back. “Any of you recognize the name?” You all shake your heads. “Alright. Listen, Colonel Hargrove works for the OSS, I want you all on your best behavior.”Rachel says, “What does some government spook want with the Joint Fighter Wings?”“We’ll find out soon,” says Commander Bucholz.> “What’s the OSS?”> “We all had fun today, right?”> “How do you know all of this Jeep Jockey?”> Write in
>>34143050And all of the smirking and "oh one of the top generals personally had me reassigned to help you" and "oh I hope I don't get ostracized because of my ace status and my accolades".Basically, I liked her when she was a smug bitch that needed to be punched in the face but could actually back up her act. Her turning into a bland boob bait with a seriously questionable history and less and less reasons for Rookie to see her as a sort of rival is aggravating.>>34143130Which I'm fine with, in some cases, but her history is making less and less sense every time we learn more about her. Again, they aren't even in the same peer group.
>>34143182> “What’s the OSS?”OSS?!
>>34143182> “How do you know all of this JJ?”
>>34143182> “We all had fun today, right?”
>>34143182> “What’s the OSS?”> “How do you know all of this Jeep Jockey?”I hope it's not a bumpy ride, I hope it is, I want rookie to cry and have to sit in Daphne's lap
>>34143182>> “What’s the OSS?”
>>34143282You have good ideas, anon.
>>34143282The OSS had men planted in the base.Who do you think are these men?
>>34143325>Who do you think are these men?Double agents for the alien menace of course!
>>34143182>> “What’s the OSS?”>> “How do you know all of this Jeep Jockey?”
>>34143385Jeep Jockey is an alien?
>>34143434I was actually referring to the OSS spooks, but that possibility should not be discounted.
>>34143499I meant obviously JJ is an OSS agent.
>>34143520Yeah but that would obviously make him an alien spy. What other possible reason would he have for peeping on us?
>>34143499JJ is an alient ghost working for OSS which is actually the NSA?!
>>34143183I can sort of see it making sense;Flying with the glider corps ( I think that was what was mentioned anyway) as an untrained scrub, got the Kight's Cross, got sent to the academy for proper fighter training, excelled, Rookie comes in, Rookie realizes that Graf can just do naturally what Rookie has to try hard at, Rookie does her heroism and ships off to the 509th, later Graf does her even bigger heroism in front of some officers and gets her medal pimped.Just stick a "WITH FUCKING DIAMONDS" into Rook's first comment about the Knights Cross, and it works I think.
>>34143594NSA doesn't exist yet. The OSS is the precursor to a certain government organization intended to collect intelligence from all of the intelligence arms of the military, creating a centralized hub of intelligence for all services to use freely and that didn't have their own operational capabilities.Considering that particular organization was called the Central Intelligence Agency, things didn't go as planned.
> “What’s the OSS?”> “How do you know all of this Jeep Jockey?”A bump smacks against your bum. You cry a bit, and Daphne comforts you by letting you sit on her lap for the rest of the ride. Ah, her thighs are good and soft. You ask, “So, what’s the OSS? How do you know all of this?”Jeep Jockey says, “OSS is Liberion’s military intelligence agency. They get the propaganda, the espionage, they’re spies essentially speaking. And surprisingly, they’re very loose-lipped around their Jeep Drivers. Me especially.”Commander Bucholz says, “That could get you killed one day, Corporal.”“Ah, I like to not think about that, Commander,” says the Jeep Jockey happily.……The Jeep rolls up into the base by the time sunset rolls around. The Jeep Jockey pulls the Jeep up to General Blackstone, his aides, and a very crusty looking old man in an army dress uniform besides him. You all step off, and salute. “At ease,” says General Blackstone.Commander Bucholz introduces herself. “Wing Commander Maxine Bucholz, 509th Joint Fighter Wing.” She shakes hands with the man.“Colonel Stanley Hargrove.” Colonel Hargrove’s grey moustache twitches a bit as he looks on you all. “It’s a pleasure to meet you and the 509th. I hear good things about you, and I heard you recently got a transfer.” He looks down the line at Hermine Graf. Oh come on. Graf smiles as Colonel Hargrove shakes her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Graf. The Academy speaks highly of you.”“Well…” She shrugs. “I don’t mean to brag!” she laughs a bit. “Ahaha~, it’s nothing. Just a bit of recon here, and other things there.”Colonel Hargrove smiles. “Indeed. Come, let me brief you all.” He leads you on, then looks at you. “And you, Sergeant. I heard about your action at the Academy.”> Be boastful> Be neutral> Be polite> Write in
>>34143658> Be politeAlways a pleasure!
>>34143594No, the OSS is just filled with traitorous aliens and alien-loving scum.
>>34143658>> Be politeWe are refined and ladylike, unlike a certain other GS Quest protagonist.
>>34143658>> Be politeRookie is not Trudy>A bump smacks against your bum. You cry a bit, and Daphne comforts you by letting you sit on her lap for the rest of the ride. Ah, her thighs are good and soft.I love you Schteel
>>34143658>> Be politeContrast us with that girl Graf.
>>34143646So what you are saying is that we should consider the possibility of time traveling alien spies?>>34143658>Be polite and observe for signs of alien infiltration.
>>34143658>> Be polite
>>34143658> Polite>>34143610I don't think you understand the significance of the Iron Cross with Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds. It was the second highest military honor of Nazi Germany. In the show, Erica, one of the top flying aces in the world, had received the Iron Cross with Oak Leaves, two grades BELOW the Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds, for attaining two hundred kills in combat.That's a pretty big fucking deal, in case it's not clear.
>>34143805Again, look up the historical Graf, He won his first aerial victory in August 41, won the Iron cross in January 42 and was awarded the swords, oak leaves and diamonds in September 42. Graf is a big fucking deal.
>>34143916Then what the fuck is she doing fucking around in an academy? If this was exactly like real world Graf then she'd be much higher rank than Flight Officer and probably in charge of her own wing. This is 1944, after all.
>>34143658>> Be polite>> Write in: Like an elegant young lady
> Be politeYou smile. “Well, sir. I did my duty as I saw fit. I don’t think too much of it.”“Your actions saved the lives of thousands of students and dozens of potential witches in training,” says Colonel Hargrove. “I think you deserve to be a bit more of a braggart about it.” He smirks at that.“Well…” You glance over to Graf, who smirks back at you. “Eh.”You arrive in the briefing room, lit only by the center light and no more. An aide shuts the door behind you and makes sure no one is eavesdropping. “Alright, let me be incredibly clear. Everything that you are about to hear, is not to leave this room, understood?” You all nod. “Good. General Blackstone, perhaps you can give them some context?”General Blackstone nods, then motions over to a map of Europe. He points down to Karlsland. “For years, Karlsland has been fighting the Neuroi on their turf with various cells. The three biggest ones the OSS has identified is one in the north led by General Blaskowitz, another one near Munich by General Heinrici, and a third by General Student. These cells have limited communication with each other via motorcycle courier, pigeons, anything that isn’t radio. We’ve been airdropping supplies and getting what we can oversea by the North Sea passage and we keep reliable information and research on Hives from them as well.[1/2]
>>34144055[2/2]He points to above Munich, where Hive K-2 “Leviathan” is labeled as “Current position.” He says, “This is the current position of Hive K-2. Just above Munich, and still barreling towards Gallia, it’s expected to cross Helvetia within a few weeks. It has a scavenging nature and tends to swallow up weapons and materiel to reuse them against us, except without any drawbacks. For example, they don’t need ammo, they don’t need to reload, they gain more mobility, the works. It upgrades these weapons. That’s why Blaskowitz and Student have implemented Scorched Earth, destroying anything they can’t escape with it deny it to K-2. Now, there is one weapon however. Two in fact. One is safely in the hands of Blaskowitz up north, but the other… we don’t know where the other one is.”Rachel asks, “What’s the weapon?”Hargrove and Blackstone look at each other. “It’s the Schwerer Gustav,” says Colonel Hargrove. “The railgun.”The room is completely silent.> “How do they lose track of a railgun?”> “What do you want us to do?”> Let them continue.
>>34144000Witch Graf is slightly slower than real Graf, and thus only started stomping a year or two later.The dates can shift, since clearly the witches aren't born at the same time as their real counterparts, but the real Graf managed to rack up the medals that fast, so it makes sense that witch Graf did too.
>>34144079>Let them continue.I feel fear
>>34144079>> Let them continue.FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK
>>34144079> Let them continue.
>>34144079>Let them continue.Scream internally.
>>34144079> Let them continue.Weeeeell shit.
>>34144079> “How do they lose track of a railgun?”It's not like you misplaced it in the mattress of a couch.>>34144095So you're saying that Graf got her Iron Cross, then the Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds in the space of a few weeks? There's no way Rookie would have not known she had the Iron Cross, not the way Graf parades around.Which reminds me of something else: Graf is a combat veteran before academy and in an earlier class than Rookie. Why would Graf even know Rookie well? The likelihood of them sharing classes is nil, unless Graf was, dunno, a student aide or something which is kind of unlikely considering that they have a war going on and they might want that witch with the Iron Cross on the frontlines sometime eventually.
> Let them continue.You adjust your collar a bit. The Schwerer Gustav under Neuroi control? That’s not good at all.Colonel Hargrove continues with, “We sent in No. 3 Joint Commando Group with one of my best men, a Lieutenant Mike Powell into Karlsland to try and recover it and if possible, render it useless to the Neuroi several months ago. They haven’t reported back since. And unfortunately, I must fear the worse.”General Blackstone nods. “That’s where you all come in. You’re all taking a trip to Karlsland. You will link up with General Heinrici’s forces, we assume the gun is somewhere in his vicinity. You will find that gun before the Neuroi do.”Daisy raises her hand. “Question: What if Roy finds it first?”“Then the shit has hit the fan,” says General Blackstone. “You’re all going in tonight. We’re transporting you via Zeppelin across Helvetia, then you will be dropped off and you will link up with General Heinrici. He’s working with Ostmark resistance as well, so they’ll be well-prepared if you are being followed. Any questions?”> ANY QUESTIONS?
>>34144435> How do we recover or destroy it?
>>34144435>"Where could that sort of thing even get lost?"
>>34144272>There's no way Rookie would have not known she had the Iron CrossWhich is why I said just treat Rookies initial surprise as being at the diamonds rather than the cross itself, which seems to have been retconned into being the case somewhat anyway.Rookie was the tryhard student, Graf was the gifted one, there are plenty of reason they would have come into contact, it's not impossible for them to have shared a class or two, it just depends on how the academy is organized.
>>34144435Are we blowing up that fucker or taking it back?
>the OSSIs Christopher Lee around?
I wonder if we have time before we leave.Bring Graf to go see that bomber pilot she was looking for.
“How we will recover or destroy it?”General Blackstone says, “If practicable, we’d prefer if you recover it but we understand the reality. Unless you want to build a new transcontinental railroad from Karlsland back into Gallia, then you’re going to have to destroy it. That will be at the discretion of the commanding officer when you find it. Anything else?” Silence. “Dismissed then. Pack your things, girls. And good luck.”……You decide to pack the essentials. A spare change of uniform, the side arm, a few toiletries, the works. Everyone also dutifully packs, except for Graf, who didn’t even unpack in the first place. So she simply lies back in her bed, waiting for the go-ahead.Carla says, “This is exciting! A real spy mission!”Graf flips a page in her newspaper. “Carla, we shouldn’t say thing so loudly.”“I’m just excited!” says Carla. “Think about it! The romance, the adventure, the action! We’ll be heroes!”“Yeah, in about eighty years from now,” says Rachel as she ties up her carrying bag. There’s a knock at the door. She goes over to answer it, and at the door is the crew of the Witchcraft with Major Jimmy Stewart at the helm. “Oh, Jimmy!”Major Stewart smiles at them. “Girls.”Captain Merrill says, “We heard you were packing up and leaving. Just wanted to say goodbye and thanks.”> “That’s nice of you!”> “Oh, you don’t have to.”> “You’ll be okay without us?”> Write in
>>34144804>> “That’s nice of you!”>> “You’ll be okay without us?”>> Write in"Graaaaf~"
>>34144804> “That’s nice of you!”
>>34144804>“Oh, you don’t have to.”Aw shucks
>>34144804>> “You’ll be okay without us?”Introduce him to GrafWe're a good girl after all
>>34144804>> “That’s nice of you!”
>>34144804>> “You’ll be okay without us?”Introduce Graf, get the girl her autograph.
>>34144820I am for this anon.
>>34144804> “That’s nice of you!”>>34144482Fine, let's assume that, since retconning is the only way any of this works. So, the final question: what's the point in Graf being here, other than to be better than Rookie?>>34144663He was RAF intelligence and hung out with Gurkhas, not OSS.
>>34144663Well they are working with SOE, so he might even be involved in this mission.
>>34144957>what's the point in Graf being hereStory wise, her being better than Rookie and friendly with Bucholz does still introduce conflict, though less direct interpersonal and more internal.In universe it just makes sense to send an ace along with the cannon fodder on the secret, highly important mission.
>>34144957I like her character, she's fun.
>>34145107Ah, then that means she's only going to be around until this arc is done. Good, I can hold my tongue until then.
>>34145157I like her and hope she sticks around, but hey, we'll see.
>>34145107Actually, one last thing: "Oh no Commander is paying attention to Graf! Oh no, Graf has bigger breasts than me!" is not internal conflict, it is a gag.
>>34145264But "Should I be a bitch to Graf because of those things?" is.
>>34145297Too bad that's a conflict for the players instead of her, otherwise we might see something interesting. Dipolmancy ho!
> “That’s nice of you!”> “You’ll be okay without us?”You smile at Major Stewart. “Oh, that’s nice of you, Major Stewart, Captain Merrill. You figure you’ll be okay without us?”“Ah!” Captain Merrill pats the rather shy Major Stewart on the shoulder. “Jimmy’s gotten us through thick and thin, even without you guys helping us. We’ll be okay, I think!”You nod. “Oh!” You look back. “Oh, Graaaaf~!” Graf slinks up, shyly, then hides behind you. You giggle a bit. “This is our new transfer, Hermine Graf.”“I-I-Isn’t she the girl wi-wit- the Diamond Cross th-thing?” says Shames. Still working on that stutter you see.Graf laughs. “Ahaha~, that would be me!” She offers her hand. “Well… it’s nice to meet you, Major Stewart! I’ve seen all your movies!”Major Stewart shakes her hand. “Please, call me Jimmy!” He tips his cap up a bit. “Gotta say, you’ve seen my pictures? Some of these boys here didn’t even know I was a movie star until I got into the plane with them.”Graf is silent, grinning. “… can I have your autograph?” Major Stewart laughs, taking a pen from his pocket. Graf immediately takes out a photo of Jimmy Stewart, which he signs.“To Hermine, keep ‘em flying! – Jimmy Stewart.”Graf squeals, immediately sticking it in her breast pocket and giving Major Stewart a hug.“Hey!” Carla pulls up a camera. “Come on, let’s all take a picture! While we still have some daylight! Girls in front, boys in back!” The 509th and the crew of the Witchcraft come out of the barracks, and assemble together. Even Bucholz herself comes out from the Castle with the Jeep Jockey, confused until she gets briefed, then smiles at such an idea. Where should you stand though?> In front of Commander Bucholz and Major Jimmy Stewart> In front of Daphne and Vera> Next to the Jeep Jockey> Next to Hermine Graf> Write in
>>34145308>> In front of Commander Bucholz and Major Jimmy Stewart
>>34145308>Next to the Jeep JockeySod it, nameless characters have to stick together.
>>34145308>In front of Commander Bucholz and Major Jimmy Stewart>Next to Jeep Jockey
>>34145308> In front of Commander Bucholz and Major Jimmy Stewart
>>34145308> Next to the Jeep Jockey
>>34145308>> In front of Commander Bucholz and Major Jimmy Stewart>> Next to Hermine Graf
>>34145308>Next to the Jeep Jockey
> In front of Commander Bucholz and Major Jimmy Stewart> Next to the Jeep JockeyYou kneel down with the 509th, while the Crew of the Witchcraft stand behind you. You stand at the very edge, right in front of Commander Bucholz and Major Jimmy Stewart. You pull the Jeep Jockey down next to you as well. “Hey, what’s the big idea?” he asks.You say, “You brought me to the Wing, you might as well be part of it.” He quirks his brow, then gives a smile.“Alright, ready?” says Carla as she sets the camera on a stool and a timer. “Smile!” She quickly runs over and sits down next to Karen.And with a flash, your memories with the Witchcraft, the 453rd Bomb Group, and the Coordinated Bombing Offensive, are immortalized.……You move down the airfield. Night has fallen, and yet your eyes are all drawn to the grand sight before you. The USS Macon, modified for reconnaissance and troop transport purposes. It hangs over on the airfield, ready for you to board. Their crew are made up of veterans from the United States Merchant Marine, and their captain is an incredibly salty-looking woman, smoking a cigarette as she waits for you all. She turns to you. “Ah, so you’re the 509th.”Commander Bucholz walks up and shakes her hand. “Bucholz.”“Captain Jenna Caldwell, Merchant Marine,” she says.“Caldwell?” Bucholz smiles. “I recognize that name. You used to be an acrobatics witch before the war, correct?”Caldwell nods, not amused. “Yep.” She gestures to the Macon. “Go ahead and board, we leave in thirty minutes.”Bucholz blinks, then nods and leads you all on. “Alright girls. It’s two to a room. So, go ahead and pick your roommate.”Daphne slides up next to you, grinning.> Okay, Daphne.> Actually… (Who?)> Write in
>>34145656>> Okay, Daphne.Oh noI hope to heavens we don't have to share a bed
>>34145656>> Okay, Daphne.Oh well.I expect to spend a night with the commander before too long anyways.
>>34145656> Okay, Daphne.Well, if you insist...
>>34145656> Okay, Daphne.Since the Commander is obviously out, probably having her own quarters.
>>34145679Probably not.Ship bunk beds are singles.
>>34145766Which means we can spend a night or two there~
>>34145656>> Okay, Daphne.One of these days it'll start to feel forced and overbearing, and I'll stop shipping it.
>>34145844I won't as long as she keeps being lewd about Rookie's hair
>>34145871What if the two Liberions burn off Rookie's hair in a prank gone horribly wrong? And Daphne drops Rookie like a hot potato? What then?
>>34145916Bucholz thinks of Rookie the same way, hair or no. Might be a different story if the Liberions burnt off her butt.
>>34145916I'd stop then, if Daphne really is that shallow I'd be sad, but I believe in her, she wouldn't do such a thing
> Okay, Daphne.You roll your eyes with a smile. “Okay, Daphne. Come on.” She squeals with happiness as she follows you aboard the USS Macon. Your Striker Units are loaded up into the Zeppelin, next to the one F9C Sparrowhawk Biplane modified specifically to be launched from the hulking airship. A crewman leads you all to the quarters.Graf says to you, “Well, good night, honey! Perhaps I can show you a thing or two about Karlslander attitude!” she says as she piggybacks a sleeping Vera. “Anyway, as they say in Gallia, au revoir!” Hmph, just because she has command of the Gallian language doesn’t make her more special than she already is. Hell, that’s not even the correct context and usage of that phrase! Hmph.You walk into the incredibly cramped quarters. There’s a top bunk and a bottom bunk. “I’ll take the bottom bunk!” Daphne sits down and starts unpacking. You throw your bag up top, then climb up. “So, darling, have you ever ridden in a Zep before, eh?”“Nope,” you say. “First time for everything I suppose!” You’re actually feeling a bit sick as you start stripping down out of your uniform.Daphne herself throws off her jacket and looks up at you. “So, think this mission we’re on will be a milk run?”> “Should be. We have the best on hand.”> “I wouldn’t say so.”> “With you and me? Everything is a milk run.”> Write in
>>34146055>> “Should be. We have the best on hand.”
>>34146055> “I wouldn’t say so.”Rookie knows how dangerous missions are: she went on one of the most dangerous of them all, after all.
>>34146055>> “With you and me? Everything is a milk run.”We'll be fine, everything will be okay and nothing will go wrong
>>34146055>Write in>Alien spies are everywhere.
>>34146055>> “Should be. We have the best on hand.”> Write in: Noblewoman's laugh etc etc etc
>>34146055>> “Should be. We have the best on hand.”Oh Commander, my commander.
>>34146055> Write inGo in, find the thing, blow it up. Simple? Yes. Easy? Ha!
>>34146055>“I wouldn’t say so.”We'll pull through though, 509th pride.
> “Should be. We have the best on hand.”You place your hand to your mouth. “Ohoho~, I tell you what. It should be, Daphne, we have the best of the best on hand!”Daphne smiles at you. “Oh, excellent, eh!” She reaches up and pats your thigh. “Well, I hope you have a good night, darling! We might be really busy tomorrow!”“Of course,” you say. “Sweet dreams, Daphne! Dream of victory, love, and my hair if you’d like!”She tilts her head, patting her pillow down. “I already do kind of dream of your hair actually…” she mutters. “But I dream of you! And the rest of us! Flying in formation! That’s what’s important!” She throws the covers over you. “Good night!”You nod, then shut the lights off. “Good night.” You can’t help but feel excited now. You’re out of the rear echelon, no longer escorting bombers. Now you’re out and about, going to fight the war on your terms.Maybe you’ll beat Graf this time and get an award even shinier than hers. You giggle a bit. That’ll be the day.
>>34146382Whoops, I dropped my trip. Oh well. That's it for SWGQ tonight, hopefully it'll return next week as scheduled though that is when I started classes. Shout to the drawfag once again, looking forward to seeing the complete thing.LGA probably tomorrow, probably not. Stay tuned for that.Follow at: https://twitter.com/GermanSchteelAsk at: ask.fm/GermanSchteelSee you next time.
>>34146410Thanks for running schteel~Have a good rest, this was a late run.
>>34146410Great thread as always Schteel, I hope your classes go well
>>34146410Thanks for the thread.
>>34146410Thanks for running, Major Miles is <3