PREVIOUS THREADS: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=Strike+Witches+of+GalliaTrains, Carla was quite enthusiastic about trains for some reason. You never really bought into it, they were just another form of locomotion and transportation for people. Unlike planes, trains were not exactly a… regal form of transportation. All that coal, all that smoke, and the noise just did not strike your fancy. It just was not fancy!But here you are, on a train in northern Gallia, heading for the south at the speed of knots. You stare out the window, sipping from your piping hot teacup. Now Darjeeling tea, that was regal, royal even! If it were a tank, you’d drive it. Rosemary Finken, your roommate in the Academy, sleeps next to you. She rests her head on your shoulder, not a sound made as she slumbers. Something you found out about Rosemary right quick was that she tends to go out like a light when she sleeps. One minute, it’s all “good night” then the next second she’ll be sleeping like a corpse.Across from you sits a Liberion Army Private, quietly sketching into his notebook. Nothing too significant about him. You read his nametag on his uniform as “Kirby”. Interesting name.Still, you hated trains. It must have been the fact that you were just waiting to get to your destination. And your destination was the 509th Joint Fighter Wing! You were so excited! You nearly tore your dorm apart packing up!And then the excitement was sucked out by having to ride a train there after crossing the channel. Snow was drifting outside, passing like a huge wash of white and water.You sigh. This is boring.> Get some snacks, you could do with a meal.> Talk with Private Kirby, can’t hurt.> Wake Rosemary> Write in
>>34793289> Get some snacks, you could do with a meal.Motherfucking snacks
>>34793289>> Talk with Private Kirby, can’t hurt.
>>34793289> Get some snacks, you could do with a meal.Assuming this is one of those fancy and extremely posh trains for rich people, since they apparently serve tea to passengers, I'm betting they've got some fancy snacks.Maybe even blue cheese if we're lucky
>>34793289To the Restaurant car!
>>34793289>> Talk with Private Kirby, can’t hurt.Let's talk with Private Jack motherfucking Kirby
>>34793363Rookie butt > Rosemary butt.Still a nice butt though.
> Get some snacks, you could do with a meal.You gently lay Rosemary down on the seat with all stealth and good posture. You are the Rookie after all, you are nothing but elegant! You look over to Private Kirby and whisper, “Excuse me.” He blinks, surprised by you. “My friend is dead tired, if she wakes up while I’m gone, let her know I’m gone for snacks.”He grunts, smiling. “Righto, ma’am.” You look down at his sketch briefly. Hm, that’s a nice rendition of Captain Liberion.With that, you walk on down to the restauarant car. Switching cars over is a pain, another thing you hate about trains. Especially in the Winter. One minute, you’ll be warm as can be, in your trenchcoat and your scarf and your cap. The next minute, you’ll be frosted like a sorbet.Oh, you could really go for a nice sorbet right now. But it is winter, this is no time for frosted treats. Indeed, what you need is hot chocolate, perhaps a slice of cheese. As the main course, something hot, like a roasted lamb, a tender meatloaf, or perhaps the succulent versatile treat that is the crepe. Spread some chocolate, some nice jam and whipped cream on that crepe, roll it up, and you will be nursing cavities. Well worth it though.You walk inside the dining car, relatively empty save for a few passengers here and there. You walk up to the bartender. “Hello, miss. How can I help you?”> Get something light, you’re not that hungry.> Get something medium, you can share some of it with Rosemary.> I’LL HAVE ONE OF EVERYTHING> Write in
>>34793738>> Get something medium, you can share some of it with Rosemary.Maybe something for the Private too
>>34793738>> Get something medium, you can share some of it with Rosemary.
>>34793738>Get something medium, you can share some of it with Rosemary.
>>34793738>roasted lamb, a tender meatloaf, or perhaps the succulent versatile treat that is the crepeIs wartime. You get Spam
>>34793802No more Spam, you get Spem.
>>34793738> I’LL HAVE ONE OF EVERYTHING, you can share some of it with Rosemary
> Get something medium, you can share some of it with Rosemary.You take a silver platter of a slice of cheese, a few slices of bread, some jam, a strudel with cream. You take a sniff of the cheese as you walk back to your car. Hm, picodon. Not bad, not Bleu de Gex by any means, but the taste is quite gentle at least. Rosemary never did understand that there are in fact different kinds of cheeses other than cheddar.You carefully break on through the cars unftil you finally make it back to your own. There you meet with Rosemary, who apparently has woken up and taken to casual conversation with Private Kirby. “Oh, hey, Rook.” Rosemary smiles you bring the platter down for you two. “I was just talking to Kirby here, he was…” She squints a bit, looking at Kirby. “What did you say you were?”Private Kirby says, “Comic book artist. Then I got drafted, now I’m making recon maps for Uncle Sam and friends.”Rosemary nods. “Yeah, yeah, admirable work.” She immediately grabs a slice of bread, and without taking any jam, or cream, or even a cheese, just takes a bite out of it. The peasant!> Correct Rosemary on her improper cuisine behavior.> “Are you excited to go to the front, Rosemary?”> Eat, you’re hungry anyway.> Write in
>>34794112>> Correct Rosemary on her improper cuisine behavior.She's not a lost cause like Jeep Jockey or Daisy and Rachel
>>34794112>All of the above, in that order
>>34794112> Correct Rosemary on her improper cuisine behavior.Honestly!
>>34794112> Write in: A noblewoman's condescending laugh towards her social inferiors> Correct Rosemary on her improper cuisine behavior.
>>34794112>> “Are you excited to go to the front, Rosemary?”> Eat, you’re hungry anyway.> Write in
>>34794186No, no, no, right now we have to go tut tut tut, to show our displeasure
>>34793289>You never really bought into it, they were just another form of locomotion and transportation for people. Unlike planes, trains were not exactly a… regal form of transportation.Rail Wars Quest soon?
>>34794112>Correct Rosemary on her improper cuisine behavior.We must better those around us.
>>34794112>> Eat, you’re hungry anyway.
> Correct Rosemary on her improper cuisine behavior.You slap Rosemary’s hand, causing her to drop the bread. “Ow! What?”“Tut tut…” You turn your nose up so high it might as well turn blue. “That is not the proper way to have a lunch. Look at that poor slice of bread, you barely even season it with cream or jam or the cheese!”Rosemary glances around, narrowing her eyes a bit. “It’s just bread.”“Well, no good chef ever said ‘it’s just bread,’” you say. You take up a knife and fork. “Watch me, continental style. Fork in the left hand, knife in the right hand. Watch my movements, okay?” You take the knife and then swipe a bit of cream from its bowl. Then you dash it over the strudel, evenly. Finally, you slice the strudel in half, carefully and precisely. “There, this is how you eat a strudel.”With a bit of finality, you cut a bit of strudel from your end, then take it up with a fork and pop it into your mouth-THIS STRUDEL TASTES HORRIBLE WOW. OH YOUR TONGUE. WAIT, NO, IT’S THE CREAM, DEFINITELY THE CREAM.Rosemary tilts her head, quirking her brow. “Hey, you okay?”> Nod> “Let’s cut the strudel out of the meal, you’ll gain weight.”> “Of course!”> Write in
>>34794557>> “Let’s cut the strudel out of the meal, you’ll gain weight.”
>>34794557> Nod> “Let’s cut the strudel out of the meal, you’ll gain weight.”
>>34793363> image> filenameI just came here... the OP image is NOT MC? Dropped.
>>34794730But it is. That's a picture of Rosemary wearing Rookie's trousers.
> “Let’s cut the strudel out of the meal, you’ll gain weight.”You swallow, trying to shudder. You carefully slide the strudel down the platter. “Let’s cute the strudel from the meal. You will gain weight and that will not be fun.”Rosemary huffs. “Of course you would take a bite out of it before you say that. All of it goes to your ass.” You blush a little, betraying not a scent of your haughty expression.You start spreading some jam onto a slice of bread. “So, Rosemary. Are you looking forward to coming to the front?”“Well…” Rosemary scratches the back of her head, biting her lip. “I must admit, I am kind of nervous, Rook. I… I liked North Africa, quite a bit. Neuroi are easy to kill once you learn them and everything but uh… I don’t know.”You frown a bit. “You seemed so excited back at the Academy.”“Yeah, back at the Academy, but now that I’m actually going back!” Rosemary crosses her arms. You roll your eyes, slicing off a bit of jammed bread for her. You open up her mouth with your knife, and pop it in. She chews grumpily. “I just... You know, maybe I should’ve been a Rear Echelon Witch or something.”“Nonsense,” you say. “The Rear Echelon is an important role to any army, Private Kirby must know!” You smile at Private Kirby. “Right?”Private Kirby shrugs. “Actually, my job is nowhere near the rear. It’s actually dangerous.”“Oh.” Okay, that was not a good example. “Well.” You smile nervously at Rosemary. “Perhaps it’s just nerves, Rosemary. You will get used to it, right?”Private Kirby says, “At least you’re fighting Roy and not each other. I’m sure if Roy weren’t here right now, all this League of Nations stuff would be for naught.”“Well, I suppose I’m just nervous,” says Rosemary. “I mean… yeah, I’m hesitant to go back to the front.”> “Don’t be.”> “We all are.”> Hug> Write in
>>34794887> “We all are.”> Hug
>>34794887> “We all are.”> HugIt's okay Rosemary
>Jack Kirby is killed in a scouting mission>Sonny Trinidad instead fathers Silver Age Marvel
>>34794887> “We all are.”> HugDamn I'm late.
> “We all are.”> HugYou lean over and wrap your arms around her. She blinks, glancing around. “Um, Rook?”“We’re all nervous,” you say. “It’ll pass, okay, Rosemary?”Rosemary awkwardly sits there, being hugged by you. “A-Alright… thanks Rook. I needed that.”“Good!” You let go and immediately pop another slice of bread in her mouth. “Now eat up, we’re going to hit the station in another hour or so.”……“Right, Staff Sergeant Rosemary Finken! Pilot Officer-“Rosemary raises her hand. “That’s us!” Darn it, Rosemary! He was about to say your name.The conductor wiggles his grey moustache a bit as he looks down at you both. “Good, your Strikers are in a good condition. Being offloaded now. Will you two be needing any transportation?”You shake your head. “No sir, we have someone meeting us.”“Jolly good, jolly good,” he says. “Carry on.” With that, he leaves you both to announce the departure times.The train station in Lyon isn’t exactly close to the coast, but it’s certainly close. You and Rosemary quickly grab the tugs carrying your Strikers and wheel them behind you, effortlessly. And that’s on top of your luggage as well. Rosemary however is not very happy. “Rook, why do you have so much luggage?”Do you? You look over to see Rosemary carrying several suitcases in one hand. On top of her StuG Model E Strikers are more suitcases. Most of them are just for spare trousers but they also contain very important things, like hair curlers, shampoo, soap, and reading material! Important stuff!For you, not necessarily for the logistics chain.> “Suck it up, Rosemary!”> Grab some of the luggage for you to carry> “I need to balance it out considering you didn’t bring anything.”> Write in
>>34795387> “I need to balance it out considering you didn’t bring anything.”Honestly.
>>34795387>> “Suck it up, Rosemary!”> “I need to balance it out considering you didn’t bring anything.”
>>34795387> “I need to balance it out considering you didn’t bring anything.”
>>34795387> “Suck it up, Rosemary!”
>>34795387>> “I need to balance it out considering you didn’t bring anything.”She ends up wearing our stuff anyway
>>34795387>> Write in>"You owe me for the borrowed dress blacks."
> “I need to balance it out considering you didn’t bring anything.”Again, you bluenose yourself like a theatre moral guardian. “Hmph. Maybe if you were to actually bring some stuff of your own, I would not need to bring all that stuff.”Rosemary frowns. “What are you talking about? I bring all sorts of stuff like…” She motions downward to herself. “My uniform!” It’s dirty. “My trousers!” Those are your trousers. “And my bag full of other uniforms.” That are still dirty.But you can forgive it for now. “Of course,” you say.With that, the two of you wait outside of the train station.……You both shiver a bit. Where the heck is that Jeep Jockey!? “Shouldn’t he have been here an hour ago?” asks Rosemary.“Punctual as usual,” you say. “Jeep Jockey.”With that, you hear a loud honking noise coming up the street. You look over to see a Willys MB, driven by no one else but the Jeep Jockey. His usual Jeep Cap has been replaced by a helmet with a pair of goggles, and his face is wrapped up in a heavy scarf. He pulls it down, grinning with his stupid little hick teeth. “Well, if it ain’t Rookie and…” He quirks his brow, grinning even more stupdily. “… company!”> “You’re late, Jeep Jockey.”> Introduce Jeep Jockey> “She’s not interested.”> Write in
>>34795892>> “She’s not interested.”> Introduce Jeep Jockey
>>34795892>> “You’re late, Jeep Jockey.”>> Introduce Jeep Jockey
>>34795892>> “You’re late, Jeep Jockey.”>> Introduce Jeep JockeyHe doesn't get a name, he was late, so even if we knew it we wouldn't use it
>>34795892> “You’re late, Jeep Jockey.”
>>34795892>> “You’re late, Jeep Jockey.”>> “She’s not interested.”
> “You’re late, Jeep Jockey.”> Introduce Jeep JockeyYou cross in front of Rosemary, glaring and crossing your arms. “Hmph. You are late, very late, Jeep Jockey.”The Jeep Jockey tips his helmet upwards. “Yeah, hey, Rooks.” He leans forward, nearly setting off the car horn as he looks at a very confused Rosemary. “Hello there, Miss…?Rosemary smiles, offering her hand. “Rosemary Finken, Karlslander Tank Witch.” The Jeep Jockey eagerly takes her hand, then plants a gentle kiss on it. Rosemary blinks, blushing a little as she pulls her hand away. “Ah- well- Th-that’s very-““Improper,” you snap. You turn to Rosemary. “Rosemary, this is the 509th JFW’s USAAF liaison, our driver to be precise. He drives the Jeep and he does it well.”Jeep Jockey narrows his eyes. “I happen to have a name.”“Too bad,” you say. “Now would you please get our bags in?”“Huh.” The Jeep Jockey folds his arms, glaring at you. “I’m a driver, not a chaf… chaf… fer… whoever the hell does the whole luggage schtick, I ain’t doing that. Do it yourself!” You smirk, tapping your Pilot Officer insignia on your collar. He groans, muttering as he steps out of the Jeep, dusting down his trenchcoat as he walks to get everything in and ready. “This shit better not mess up my vehicle.”……The Jeep speeds off down the snowy road. You and Rosemary sit in the back, with most of the luggage. The .50 Caliber Mount hangs free between you two. Rosemary asks, “So why do you need the M2 up there?”Jeep Jockey tilts his head back a bit. “Well, just in case Neuroi come in. You girls shoot it out of the sky. Speaking of which, did I tell you I got a Purple Heart?”Rosemary smiles a bit. “Yes. Thrice.”“Well- did you want to hear it again?” says the Jeep Jockey.> No.> How are things with the 509th?> Fine, one more time.> Write in
>>34796209> How are things with the 509th?
>>34796209>> How are things with the 509th?
>>34796209>> How are things with the 509th?Anything interesting happen while we were gone
>>34796209> No.> How are things with the 509th?I'm pretty sure we were there for the whole purple heart thing. It was very tragic.
>>34796209> No.> How are things with the 509th?
>>34796209> How are things with the 509th?JJ...
>>34796209>No.> How are things with the 509th?
> No.> How are things with the 509th?“No.”The Jeep Jockey huffs. “You’re only saying that because you were there.”“I’m saying it because you keep exaggerating,” you say. “You got shot in the back. You did not singlehandedly fight an absorbed King Tiger and a Jagdtiger by yourself while wielding an M1919. That just doesn’t happen.” Rosemary furrows her brow, less than impressed.Jeep Jockey grumbles a bit. “It happens with Johannes,” he mutters under his breath.You roll your eyes. “So what’s going on with the rest of the 509th? Is everyone doing well?”“Well…” The Jeep Jockey slows the Jeep down at an intersection. A convoy of Karlslander vehicles move across. “Yeah, everyone’s doing pretty good.” He sits up a bit, trying to get up close to you. You lean back a bit, slow down there hot stuff. “Ya know, they don’t actually know you’re coming today.”You blink. “Oh, really?”“Yeeeeep!” He sits back down in his seat. “Logistical errors here and there. According to the papers you’re actually supposed to be here next week. If you hadn’t mailed me about your arrival date, I wouldn’t have come.”“Oh…” Hehehehe, a chance to surprise the Commander!… No one surprises the Commander!… EXCEPT YOU. OHOHOHO~“Anyway,” says the Jeep Jockey. “Yeah, they ain’t got the slightest clue.” The crossing becomes clear. He grins a bit, brushing a bit of his red hair back. “Also anyway, looks like we’re on a straight away all the way to base.”“Yeah, so-“ You blink.> No, you drive slow damn it.> Take it slow.> Jeep Jockey, jeep jockey no pls> Write in
>>34796611>> Jeep Jockey, jeep jockey no plspls
>>34796611>> Jeep Jockey, jeep jockey no pls
>>34796611>> Jeep Jockey, jeep jockey no plsPull rank like the no-good snitching snitch that you are
>>34796611>“I’m saying it because you keep exaggerating,” you say. “You got shot in the back. You did not singlehandedly fight an absorbed King Tiger and a Jagdtiger by yourself while wielding an M1919. That just doesn’t happen.” Rosemary furrows her brow, less than impressed.>Jeep Jockey grumbles a bit. “It happens with Johannes,” he mutters under his breath.Johannes a fucking badass
>>34796611> Take it slow.
>>34796611>> No, you drive slow damn it.
>>34796611> Jeep Jockey, jeep jockey no pls
> Jeep Jockey, jeep jockey no pls“Wait, Jeep Jockey.” He quickly puts shifts the gear lever into first. “Jeep Jockey! No! Please-“You’re thrown backwards, right onto Rosemary’s bust as the Jeep roars down the road. Rosemary yells in surprise and fright, while all you can do is puff out your cheeks and grumble as you lie face first into Rosemary’s chest. He’s going to get a right proper punishment for this!“OH WAIT IT’S NOT A STRAIGHT AWAY!” screams the Jeep Jockey. Uh oh.You hear him turn the wheel. You’re suddenly thrown to the side of the Jeep.… how did Rosemary end up not only under you, but also face first into your hindquarters.……Finally, you arrive. “Evenin’, Strucker,” says the Jeep Jockey to the MP at the gate. He lets the Jeep through without further questioning, but does doubletake at you sitting on top of Rosemary’s face. The speed wasn’t allowing you to get off of her. You hope she hasn’t suffocated.Finally, he drives into a hangar, the one housing the B-24 Liberator “Witchcraft”. You finally get off of Rosemary. “Are you okay?” you ask. Her glazed expression and her open mouth says otherwise. You pat her cheek, snapping her out of it.“Oh, yes, yes,” she sits up immediately, rubbing her reddened face. “I am okay! Thank you for the ride, Corporal, and thanks for the ride, Rook.”The Jeep Jockey grins, leaning back as he turns to you both. “Hey, it weren’t nothing.” He fires a finger gun at Rosemary, who simply stares at him, unimpressed. “If you ever need a driver, I’m Johnny on the spot, see?”Rosemary smiles. “I will keep that in mind.” You and her dismount.“Anyway,” says the Jeep Jockey. “Shall I alert Commander Bucky that you’re here?”> No>Yes> Write in
>>34797051>… how did Rosemary end up not only under you, but also face first into your hindquarters.Schteel quests are super interesting>no
>>34797051> No>… how did Rosemary end up not only under you, but also face first into your hindquarters.Facesitting is also my fetish
>>34797051>NoSurprise!Rosemary has had a little glimpse of heaven.
>>34797139>Rosemary has had a little glimpse of heaven.and scent
>>34797051>Her glazed expression and her open mouth says otherwiseJust breathing it in
> NoYou quickly plant your hands onto Jeep Jockey’s mouth, knocking his helmet off. “No! She must not know I’m here! That will spoil the amazing surprise of my return and I-“Major Jimmy Stewart walks by, grinning. “Hey, Pilot.”You smile, waving. “Hello, Major Stewart!” You look back at the Jeep Jockey once he’s gone. “And only three people can know we’re here. Me, Rosemary, and you, and you will hold that secret until you die do you understand that, Corporal?”The Jeep Jockey gently takes your hands off of him. “Okay, yeah, I get that.” He sighs, pulling a magazine out from under his seat. “Anyway, Commander Bucky’s up in her office. I think the rest of the 509th are probably cleaning their Strikers in their Hangar.”Rosemary leans in. “W-What about Captain Kelly? Is she here?”“Yeah,” says the Jeep Jockey. “Should be out on the airfield helping the mechanics.”> Go help Rosemary find Captain Kelly> Go immediately to Commander Bucholz’s office> Go to the Striker Hangar> Write in
>>34797427>Go help Rosemary find Captain KellyHelp friend first.
>>34797427>> Go help Rosemary find Captain KellyDoes Rosemary have her own crush?
>>34797427> Go help Rosemary find Captain KellyWe're too helpful for our own good
>>34797427>> Go help Rosemary find Captain KellyAVRE witch best witch
>>34797427> Go help Rosemary find Captain KellyAnd then> Go to the Striker Hanger
>>34797480>Does Rosemary have her own crush?Kelley flat front : Rosemary flat rearOpposites attract?
>>34793564The maker of Captain America and X-men?That Kirby?
>>34797629That was the one>He grunts, smiling. “Righto, ma’am.” You look down at his sketch briefly. Hm, that’s a nice rendition of Captain Liberion.
> Go help Rosemary find Captain KellyAfter saying goodbye to the Jeep Jockey, you lead Rosemary out of the hangar and down the airfield, where B-24s of the Bomb Group are being fitted, maintained, and repaired.…Rosemary blinks. “Was that Jimmy Stewart?!” she shouts.You nod. “Yeah.”Oh right, it’s actually a thing that Jimmy Stewart was an actor before the war. Maybe Rosemary has seen a few of his movies. “Wow,” says Rosemary. “Amazing! He flies these?” She gestures towards the indomitable B-24 Liberator, the workhorse of Major Stewart’s bombgroup and a healthy mainstay of the Mighty Eighth Air Force…… when it wasn’t burning. Or getting cut in half. Or bursting into flames. Or being sliced to pieces by Neuroi fire. But then again, the B-24 does serve its purpose quite well alongside the much more famous B-17 Flying Fortress. The crews are not as enthusiastic about flying these in comparison to the B-17, but you don’t blame them. Still, the B-24 is a fine aircraft.“That’s right,” you say. “That was his plane back there, the Witchcraft.”Rosemary tilts her head. “Oh, that was you on the nose, wasn’t it?” You blush a little. “Are you and Jimmy Stewart-““NO! NO!” You shake your head, flailing your arms. A few mechanics look at you to see what the fuss is about. “WE ARE NOT IN AN ILLICIT RELATIONSHIP! I DON’T EVEN LIKE BOYS.”“… okay,” says Rosemary. “Just, asking.”One of the mechanics huffs. “Well I don’t even like girls, either!” He goes back to lifting bombs.……With that, you arrive at a little campfire, set up by the five Witches of Kelly’s Tank Squadron. There was Captain Kelly herself, drinking a bit of tea. There was Burnie, roasting a marshmallow. There was Jeb, napping on Doc’s lap. Finally, there was Bohater, way in the back, actually doing work by tugging around bombs.Captain Kelly looks up at you. “Ah, well if it isn’t the little hero.” She stands up. “Who’s this?”> Let Rosemary introduce herself> Introduce Rosemary> Write in
>>34797822>> Introduce RosemaryOur best friend from the Academy
>>34797580But does Kelly win lots of Nazi gold?
>>34797641Sometimes I love Schteel.
>>34797853I am for this anon.
>>34797822> Let Rosemary introduce herself
>>34797861That Kelly?Kelly's Hero?Tank turret stuck on a tree Kelly?
>>34797888Schteel is a cool dude
Don't our Kelly use Churchill? I don't think she is meant to be that Kelly with paint round.
>>34797990Wait, sorry. That's oodball.
>>34797990Darn. That anon who mentioned it last thread got me excited to rewatch the movie again.
>>34797990Kelly was not even a tank commander. He was an infantry man.
We seem to be a little player-anemic today.Also, yes, AVRE witch best witch.
>>34798115Yes, I mistake him with oddball for awhile. Shame on me.
>>34798138Oddball drove several Shermans right?But didn't Kelly steal some of the German tanks in the end?
>>34798272No, its oddball who 'buys' the tiger from that German tank commander. Kelly just stroll away with truck.
> Introduce RosemaryYou smile, gesturing to Rosemary. “Captain Kelly. This is my good friend Rosemary Finken, in charge of her own StuG III Model E Striker Unit. She’s your newest Witch apparently.”“Ah, the new guy,” says Burnie. She stands up, staring Rosemary right in the eye. Rosemary narrows her own, glancing around occasionally. “Ya like fires, new guy?”“Um, I’m neutral towards fires?” she says.Burnie grins a toothy fanged grin. “Ah, great!” She wraps her arm around her and quickly sits her down. “You and me are gonna get ‘long great! My name’s Burnie, Captain Skip up there is our boss, Doc’s our Doc, Jeb is the Shotty, and Bohater up there is our heavy! Also-“ She holds up a marshmallow on a stick. “Want a mallow?”Rosemary blinks. “Um, sure?” She carefully takes it off the stick and pops it into her mouth. She chews and chews and chews. Until she realizes that its pretty much gluing her mouth shut.> Talk to the Tank Witches (Topic?)> Head to Commander Bucholz’s Office> Head to the Striker Hangar> Write in
>>34798365>> Head to the Striker Hangarhave fun Rosemary, we have a date with our stylistSaving Bucholz for last
>>34798365>Head to the Striker HangarRose seems to be settling in, now we must visit the girls.
>>34798365>> Head to the Striker HangarTime for Foobs.
>>34798413[x] I am ok with this.
>>34798365> Head to Commander Bucholz’s OfficeOh Bucky~
>>34798365> Head to the Striker HangarWe have a girl who's probably going through severe hair withdrawl
>>34798365> Head to the Striker Hangar
> Head to the Striker HangarYou decide to leave Rosemary and the Tank Witches to regroup with your own girls. “I’ll see you, alright, Rooks?” You nod, smiling as you pat Rosemary on the head. The girl needs to learn how to interact with others of her own kind. You can’t even imagine what it’d be like for her if she were to end up a war against you or her own kind.……The Striker Hangar is easily distinguished by the fact that there’s a pair of brooms crossed over the hangar entrance. Not a big insignia or logo like the Strike Witches 501st or the 506th or… well any of the JFW. In fact, the 509th was well-known for how poor it was in terms of logistics. There was a reason it worked so closely with regular army units, in comparison to the other JFWs. Even with the 501st being disbanded last year over the Warlock incident, the 509th still struggles to get anything above a smartass driver for transportation and a prefabricated building as a home.You peak inwards, to see the 509th (Minus Graf and Commander Bucholz) at work, cleaning their Strikers. “H-H-Holy H-H-H-Hells Bells!” Daisy shivers, her shirt soaked through the bone and revealing her smooth skin underneath. “W-W-W-why do we have-have-have ta clean our Units!?”Rachel, who wears only a bra and her trousers without much worry, says, “Cuz Bucky tells us to, Daisy. Learn to pay attention once in a while, yeah?”Daphne and Carla are busy wiping down Daphne’s own Striker. Still using the old Tempest Model. Karen meanwhile hoses down her own Striker, while Vera rests down, napping beside her perpetually dirty and muddy Striker, the Po-2.Now, how do you want to approach this.> OHOHOHO! GUESS WHO’S HOME!> Come in casual-like> Sneak in> Write in
>>34798830> OHOHOHO! GUESS WHO’S HOME!Praise me peasants!
>>34798830> Write inTactically GTFO before you get the hose
>>34798830>> Sneak inSneak up on Daphne and put our hands over her eyes and ask Guess who?
>>34798886[x] I like it.
>>34798830> Sneak inTime to scare some witches!
>>34798830>> Sneak in
>>34798830You know, by the time Bucholz sees Rook Jimmy would have probably told her she's here.
>>34798951Yeah, probably.I don't care.
>>34799027Wait, Captain Jimmy is a fellow snitch?We need a snitch anonymous group.
>>34799045He's just an honest sort. Plus Rook never asked him to keep it hush hush.
>>34799045It's not snitching if you don't know it's supposed to be a secret.
>>34799045>snitch anonymous groupRookie, Neuroi-tan... who else?
>>34798830>OHOHOHO! GUESS WHO’S HOME!
>>34799077JJ? Also Bohater: little bitch won't shut the hell up.
>>34799124Anon, don't you chat shit about our fellow butt-witch. The Good Butts Association will kick your ass.
> Sneak inYou quietly tip toe in, going barefoot as you sneak past Vera. She snores a bit, leaning against her Striker.“Carla-sensei!” Carla and Daphne look over at Karen. “Uwaaa! I’m all wet!” Karen shivers, down to her dress blouse and her trousers. Carla walks over, throwing a towel over her.“How did this happen?” asks Carla.“I was hosing my Striker and the hose stopped working and then it shot up at me when I checked it!” she cries. Carla glares at a very guilty looking Daisy and Rachel. They simply slide to the right, going back to their own Striker.You meanwhile, flit between crates, between Strikers, and between other objects which obscure your silhouette. This is a stealth mission! A stealth mission with a goal. You quietly sneak up behind Daphne, who wears naught but a tank top and a pair of pretty sky blue trousers. She happily hums as she hoses her Striker down.Then you place your hands over her eyes. She stops. “Guess whooooo~!” you whisper in her ear.She shudders a bit, grinning. “C-Could it be? Darling, is that you?” You take your hands away. She immediately turns around and hugs you. “Oh, Darling!” The 509th turn around to see you, then immediately they run over to welcome you.“Rookie, you’re back!” yells Rachel.Daphne cries in glee. “Oh! It’s so good to see you!” She takes a generous sniff of your hair. “Oh, your hair smells as good as ever! Oh…” She takes another sniff, brushing her nose between your locks. Okay, that’s a bit much. “Unf…” She bites her lip.Daisy pulls Daphne away. “Howdy, Rookie, how was the Academy?” Daphne frowns, crossing her arms.Carla smiles as she escorts a sopping wet Karen over. “Yeah, we hear nothing but good things about it.”> “And nothing but good things it was.”> “Eh, it was nothing compared to you people.”> “It was easy for a girl like myself!”> Write in
>>34798830 >> OHOHOHO! GUESS WHO’S HOME!
>>34799312>> “Eh, it was nothing compared to you people.”
>>34799312> “It was easy for a girl like myself!”OOOHOOHOHOHO
>>34799312> “It was easy for a girl like myself!”
>>34799312>> “Eh, it was nothing compared to you people.”We did managed to bring our friend with us this time though>Daphne cries in glee. “Oh! It’s so good to see you!” She takes a generous sniff of your hair. “Oh, your hair smells as good as ever! Oh…” She takes another sniff, brushing her nose between your locks. Okay, that’s a bit much. “Unf…” She bites her lip.Don't ever stop Daphne
>>34799312>“Eh, it was nothing compared to you people.”
>>34799365Daphne is an African Canadian of good descent?
>>34799312>> “It was easy for a girl like myself!”[ohohoho intensifies]
> “It was easy for a girl like myself!”“Ohoho~” You wave them off as Vera hugs you from behind, giggling. “It was nothing, honestly! It was easy for a smart, academic, regal girl like myself!” You turn your nose up again, smiling proudly. “Honestly, the people who think the Academy system is a load of rubbish are just a bunch of morons!”Rachel smiles. “Well, it’s good to have you back. What are you doing here though? Logistics said you weren’t supposed to be here until next week.”“Well, they made a mistake,” you say. “My orders to arrive on this particular day, no sooner no later. I had the Jeep Jockey drive me over in fact.”“Ah,” says Carla. “That explains why he was absent. He’s never absent when we’re cleaning our Strikers.”Karen blinks. “I wonder why?” They all stand around in half dress, wet, sweaty, dirty from all the work. You do wonder why.“Anyway,” says Daisy. “We should get some dinner! Carla can cook us something!”> Sure, let’s get Commander Bucholz down here.> Alright, rev up those fryers!> Hold on, I want to see Commander Bucholz first.> Write in
>>34799687>> Hold on, I want to see Commander Bucholz first.
>>34799687> Sure, let’s get Commander Bucholz down here.
>>34799687>> Sure, let’s get Commander Bucholz down here.Or rather, Rookie will go get Commander while everyone starts dinner
>>34799687>> Sure, let’s get Commander Bucholz down here.And his brother. The girls got to have eye candy.
>>34799687> Hold on, I want to see Commander Bucholz first
>>34799687 >> Hold on, I want to see Commander Bucholz first.
>>34799687>> Sure, let’s get Commander Bucholz down here.>They all stand around in half dress, wet, sweaty, dirty from all the work. You do wonder why.Jeep Jockey...
> Hold on, I want to see Commander Bucholz first.“Alright,” says Carla. “I will get the cookers burning and the pasta prepared. Karen, if you will help me with the sauce, and Daphne and Daisy will get me the spices. Vera, Rachel, go get me some onions. Chop chop, fai presto! Go go go!” All of the 509th Witches begin moving off.“Man,” says Daisy. “Since when did Carla become such a bossy little greaseball?”Rachel rolls her eyes, smiling. “Eh, she’s doing a better job than we are.”Hmph, that leaves you with the option to see Commander Bucholz.……The castle is not ablaze with activity. Ever since Colonel Pool left for the Ghangzhou theatre and ever since General Blackstone moved his Headquarters to Monaco (taking with him Major M.M. Meagher), things seem pretty quiet. Indeed, you don’t even bump into anyone. You step up to Commander Bucholz’s office.Hm, this is it. You knock on the door. “Come in,” says Commander Bucholz. Yes, yes, yes! You open it up, grinning and smiling.Commander Bucholz and Johannes Bucholz look at you. Johannes sits in a chair, carving out a piece of wood into something tangible, while Commander Bucholz is in the midst of typing away at her typewriter. They both look pleasantly surprised. The Commander even stands up. “Pilot Officer.” She salutes you, and you salute her back. “It’s good to see you again.” She offers you a chair, which you sit down in. “You remember Johannes, correct?”You nod, smiling. “I do, it’s nice to see you again, Corporal.”“Actually…” Johannes smirks, crossing his arms. He wears the Fallschirmjaeger sweater with pride. “It is Sergeant, Platoon Sergeant in fact. I was promoted just a day ago in order to lead the Fatherland’s next generation of Fallschirmjaeger Elites,” he says proudly.“That’s wonderful!” you say.[1/2]
>>34800114[2/2]The Commander smiles. “This- This is a pleasant surprise, I thought you would be arriving next week.” You quickly explain the logistics issue. “Ah, logistics. Necessary, but, only in the right hands. But we should celebrate- Does the rest of the 509th know?” You nod. “Good, good, let me get my good wine.”Johannes quirks his brow. “Now, Maxy, you know you’re not good with your drink.” He shrugs. “Compared to me at least.”“Now now, Sergeant,” she says with emphasis. “I am the Commander, what I say goes.” She hands you a cool bottle of wine. Wow, this is a good year too! But… maybe you shouldn’t drink. You’re not good with your drink either.> Eh, to hell with it.> Actually, Commander, let’s save the wine for later.> Write in
>>34800140>> Eh, to hell with it.
>>34800140>> Eh, to hell with it.Don't be silly Rookie is super good with her drinks, like driving, and not being a snitchNo, I won't stop
>>34800140> Actually, Commander, let’s save the wine for later.Some time tonight. At dark. Just the two of us. You know, for some friendly reminiscing.
>>34800140> Eh, to hell with it.Everyone knows the best decisions are made when drunk.
>>34800114>Colonel Pool leftI'm sad now.
>>34800140 >> Eh, to hell with it.
>>34800140>Eh, to hell with it.When a kraut says drink, you drink.
>>34800140>> Actually, Commander, let’s save the wine for later.
>>34800214They can always do it now. In the light. In front of her brother. For some friendly "reminiscing".
>>34800114>Colonel Pool left for the Ghangzhou theatreWhat reference am I missing?
>>34800311Dunno: the historical Pool died in France, I believe.
>>34800204That is kind of adorable.
>>34800324Wait, no, that's the Pool in LGA. The actual Pool survived the war (even after losing three Shermans and his leg), served in Korea, and lived until the 90s.
>>34800311Ghang Zhou theatre - Was GhangZhou a major battle field vs the nips?
>>34800474... Does Ghanzhou even exist in Strike Witches?
>>34800311>>34800474Ghangzhou (or Guangzhou) is the Strike Witches version of China. I keep switching around Pool to more or else represent how widespread the Sherman got to be. (Around 800 were shipped to China under Lend-lease)>>34800511Depends on the map being used.
>>34800534Actually, no matter which map you use, the city of Ghangzhou would still be there. It'd just be a city on a peninsula instead.
>>34800534Ahhh I see.
> Eh, to hell with it.“Eh, let’s do it,” you say. “It can’t be too bad, can it?”……“Cheers!” The entire 509th clinks their glasses together. You all laugh and bask in the mirth of the moment as you eat Carla’s delicious white sauce pasta, reminisce about the old days before the Neuroi and even talk bad about the boys upstairs! It’s amazing! You feel so alive!It must be the wine somewhat!You all sit around a table set for you all in the Striker Hangar, with the support personnel, the Jeep Jockey, Johannes, the mechanics Anselm Bernhardt and Klaus Janovich sitting at one end. Because they all work for a living, they aren’t allowed to drink. They don’t bother to complain really, they just enjoy watching you all make fools of yourselves.“And I say!” says Rachel, a bit red in the face as she and Daisy sway a bit in their seat. “Rookie!” You look up, surprised. “I think your trousers are slutty! You need to wear something else for a change!”You huff, crossing your arms. “As if you’re any better, Miss Sleeps in the Nude with her Best Friend who also sleeps in the nude.”“Ah… whaddeva,” says Rachel as she settles into eating some pasta. “At least me and Daisy don’t beat ‘round the bush!”Daisy smirks. “Yeah, yeah! I bet you ain’t ever kissed a girl either, Rooks!” You quirk your brow at the two of them. “Yer lips are so untouched they might as well be Blackhawk Island.”Ah you can deal with this later, you’re too buzzed to care.> Eat Dinner furiously> Talk with someone (Specify)> Go head out, you’re drunk and a little tired> Write in
>>34800686>> Talk with someone (Specify)The Commander
>>34800686>> Talk with someone (Specify)Foobs, Rookie is being picked on
>>34800686>> Talk with someone (Specify)Commander Bucholz>> otherDrink more wine
>>34800686>> Talk with someone (Specify)commander bucholz
>>34800686>Talk with someone (Specify)Daphne, save us from the mean old yankees!
>>34800686> Talk with someone (Commander Bucholz)
>>34800733Yes.Sleep with the commander tonight.
>>34800686>> Talk with someone (Daphne)
>>34800686>> Talk with someone (Specify)[x] FoobsProve we can kiss a girl
>>34800686>> Talk with someone (Specify)the commander
>>34800686>“I think your trousers are slutty! You need to wear something else for a change!”They aren't slutty, the terms are adult and mature
>>34800686>> Talk with someone (Specify)The Commander.Think we should snitch about our jet-black friend?
>>34800686> Talk with someone (Specify)Commander Bucholz
>>34800974We already did, sorta, butt let's talk about it when we aren't in front of everyone
So strike witches seems like a pretty cool show, and I love GUP, But I can't find anywhere to torrent or watch it. It's not on netflix either so where can I find the complete thing?
>your trousers are sluttyWhat? I thought they were normal, and the stringy ones borrowed by Rosemary.I require image. For educational purposes, of course.
> Talk with someone (Commander Bucholz)You lean over to Commander Bucholz, pressing the top of your head against her arm as she slumps forward, having completely wrecked her pasta and swallowed the devastated remains down her gullet like some kind of war machine. “Oh Commander…”She looks up, red in the cheeks and looking a bit silly. “Ja?”You lean in, moving your lips to her ear.“… hi,” you whisper.She blinks slowly, then looks over at you with a goofy smile. “Allo.”Daphne leans in next to you, pouting. “Oh, I’m missing out on all the drunk antics!” She huffs, patting her fist into her open palm. “Regardless, I will not drink! We are professionals, soldiers!”“Hey, Foobs!” Carla begins unbuttoning her shirt. Out of all people, she was the one who actually had her own wine pre-bought. And thus, the one person who probably drank the most. “Want to see my tan!? It goes all over!”The Jeep Jockey grins, leaning in. “Would I!?”“Fuck off, Jock!” yells Carla. The Jeep Jockey huffs, leaning back in his seat.Johannes stands up. “Right, I should take my sister to bed, she’s had quite too much to drink.”> “Take me to bed with her!”> “Okay, Johannes!”> “Nooooo!”> Write in
>>34801041Oh also I know it's plebish but I vastly prefer dubbed episodes if they are available.
>>34801079>> “Nooooo!”Hold tight on commander.Johannes will just shrug and take us too.
>>34801079> “Nooooo!”Bye bye Commander
>>34801079> “Nooooo!”>Take her to bed yourselfDrunks supporting drunks is the best thing ever
>>34801079>> “Nooooo!”>> Write In"I'll do it!"
>>34801081Strike Witches dub isn't great, and is probably a little more difficult to find, but you should be able to just google around for a stream. If the first five minutes of Camera Angles don't make you too uncomfortable, you'll probably enjoy the show.
>>34801081Then not Crunchyroll. Hulu might have the dubbed version.
>>34801041coalgirls.wakku.to/torrent-listingLook for Strike Witches, both seasons are there.As for the dub question, there used to be a torrent for that, but it's gone. Sorry.
>>34801079>“Nooooo!”We're bonding Johannes. Bonding!
>>34801131Well, there are always be some SW manga to read. Some are not too fanservice-y to distract you, though some can be as bad as the tv series.
>>34801159http://www.hulu.com/grid/strike-witches?categories=dubbedThat's... kind of weird. They only have three dubbed episodes, skipping episode three. Oh well, you can watch them and decide if you want to switch to subbed.
>>34801079>> Write in>"Ohoho-*hic*, please enjoy yourself here Johannes, I can see to the Commander."
>>34801182Oh, don't get me wrong, I loved the TV series, just I know that that is a bit of a hump that some people can't get over.
>>34801235Yes, thats why i suggest manga version too.Too bad not many scanlator picking them.
>>34801266I haven't really seen a manga for SW I really liked save for Afrika (which is technically not canon?). The Suomos light novel is cool but not a lot of it is translated.
>>34801303Africa witches is a canon doujin
>>34801303Afrika Doujin is quite canon.May i suggest fuso sea incident manga?
>>34801303Did you try the One Winged Witches series?
> “Nooooo!”“Noooooooo!” You quickly grab hold of a very lightheaded Bucholz. “Come on… let me have some fun with her, Hannes!” You pout at him.He sternly looks down on you. “Now, now, you I can understand, the others perhaps too. But this is the Commander, and she needs to be in top-form! That is the Karlslander way!” He slaps his hard as iron chest. “Discipline and honor above all! Integrity as well! Now if you excuse me, I must take my little sister to bed.”Rachel and Daisy lean over the table, splashing their chest with pasta sauce. “Take us to bed too, Hannes!”Johannes blinks. “Uh- Wait, I was-“Carla smiles, having somehow jumped across the table and now rubbing against his arm. “I’d like for you to kiss me goodbye in the morning you big boy you~”Karen blushes, her glasses fogged up as she stares at Johannes on his other side. “Hai… Johannesnii-sama, please take care of me!”Daphne as well says, “At least take us to bed, darling!” She’s not even drunk.“I would like to have you as a husband, Karlslander,” says Vera in a very drunken slur.“I-“ Johannes freezes, looking at you all. “I- I cannot take you all to bed-““Why not?” you say. “Aren’t you strong enough?”“Well…” Johannes looks around. The Jeep Jockey glares at him, jealously while Bernhardt and Janovich simply laugh at his expense. “Ah, to hell with you Anselm, and you too Klaus.” He shakes his head, gritting his teeth. “Fine.”[1/2]
>>34801450[2/2]……“And I was just saying, Jimmy,” says Captain Hank Merrill of the Witchcraft. “You know, I mean- chicks dig guys that kill things right? That hunt and stuff?”Major Stewart shrugs a bit as the two of them walk down the airfield in the night. “I don’t know, Hank. We fight this war because it’s necessary, not because of any greater glory, you understand?”“Well, yeah,” says Hank. “But… I just don’t want my kids to think of me as, ‘the guy in the other seat’ and-“They both pause to see Johannes, carrying all of the Witches of the 509th as best he can to the barracks. They’re not entirely sure how it’s being done, so they simply default to staring at him. Johannes Bucholz walks up to them, stopping and nearly fumbling from carrying so many witches. “Ah, sirs, good evening. I’d salute but uh-““No need,” says Major Stewart. He simply smiles a little, with Hank looking on in disbelief. “Carry on.”Johannes smiles. “Jawohl.” He moves on.…Hank blinks. “The hell just happened?”“Must have been a hell of a homecoming,” says Major Stewart.……Johannes finally gets the last of the Witches tucked in, leaving you and Commander Bucholz to take care of. He sets you down on your bed. “There you go, sweetie. Now, rest your head and sleep soundly, ja? I will put my sister to bed.”> “Can I come too?”> “Good night, Johannes!”> Write in
>>34801468>> “Can I come too?”
>>34801468> “Can I come too?”Gotta put in one last effort. And man, Johannes fuckin STRONK
>>34801468>> “Good night, Johannes!”Johannes is fucking huge
>>34801468>“Good night, Johannes!”
>>34801468> “Good night, Johannes!”
>>34801468 >> “Can I come too?”
>>34801468>> “Good night, Johannes!”
>>34801594I think our jeeps need an upgrade.
>>34801611I recommend side armour, that lack of armouring is just begging for someone to blindside the jeep with gunfire. It'd rip right through the both of them.
>>34801611With bling and jingles!
>>34801630I guess that's a legitimate concern. The SAS jeep was built for speed and firepower for fast attack. Hell, they stripped off anything to make it faster.
>>34801690To be fair, with those armaments they should be some distance away from small arms fire. And if they're being attacked with something that can hit them, no amount of armor would help anyways.
>>34801690Fair enough, I've always been a tank man myself. I like having armour covering my fleshy bits instead of more gun and speed.>>34801727True, I didn't take into account the armaments they were using. But more armour keeps you safe!
>>34801690If I remember correctly, those were used in Hit and Run attacks on Axis airfields in Africa.
>>34801774It does, but, again, they were going for speed, and you pretty much have to choose between guns and armor with that jeep.
>>34801774To be fair, for their user mobility and firepower is priority. Armor only become unnecessary deadweight in their intended use, so they just ditch that.
>>34801833Not sure if insanely fun or insanely terrifying.
>>34801840>>34801850Exactly why I prefer tanks. May be slower, but damn can they pack a punch and their armour is good too. I'll admit they're not exactly comfortable to sit in for long periods of time though.
>>34801774I think pic related is a later model of the Jeep. Note the front windscreen offering a bit more protection.
>>34801879There's a lot of places tanks can't get to, when what you really want is some guns in a hurry.
> “Can I come too?”You wiggle your lip a bit in your best puppy dog pout. “C-Can I come with you too?”“You are drunk, go to bed,” says Johannes simply.“Please?” You hold your hangs together, kicking your feet off the bed. “I won’t ever ask anything of you again, I promise!”He turns around, the Commander being carried by him in a princess carry. She sleeps soundly, not even snoring. “Look,” he says. “It would be illicit for a lesser officer to slumber with a superior! Please, please, please!”He sighs. “Look… I- I just cannot. I will not!”……“I cannot believe you convinced me.” Johannes dumps you into bed next to Commander Bucholz. “Now listen, if anything happens between you two.” He gives you a very stern glare, the same kind of look a man would give his daughter before sending her off with a stranger. “It was your fault.”You smile, giggling a bit. “Okay, Hannes.” He gives a lazy salute, then shuts the door behind him as he leaves.… YES YES YES, SLEEPING WITH THE COMMANDER, THIS DAY CANNOT GET ANY BETTER!You tuck into the blanket with the Commander, happy and giddy. This is amazing! It is just like the-You feel something grab your rear. Um. You look over to see Commander Bucholz, smiling very smugly. “… well… now that my brother is out…” Oh jeez, here comes the sweat. “Pilot, I must say, your bottom is quite firm, quite… supple.” She squeezes it, you yelp a bit.THIS IS IT, THIS IS IT-She rests her head on your shoulder. She quickly says, “But at the same time, I am too tired and drunk.”AH DAMN ITShe simply hugs you like a Teddy bear, then kisses your cheek. “Good night…” She shuts her eyes, drifting off to sleep.You smile.She touched your butt.
>>34801872You have to be a bit insane to do something Mad Max like. But just imagine a group of these tearing ass, and shooting up landed planes as well as anything of importance.
>>34801915>She touched your butt.And that's all that matters.
>>34801915>She touched your butt.Nobody can resist Rookie's butt.>>34801879....there is some reason why SF guys prefer buggy or lighter vehicle over tanks on their mission.
>>34801915>“Pilot, I must say, your bottom is quite firm, quite… supple.” She squeezes it, you yelp a bit.Bucholz sure does love that Rookie butt
>>34801915https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zdo2uqHVtrwThat's it for today. I'll update if I'm running tomorrow, I should be running tomorrow, question is what I will be running though.Follow at: https://twitter.com/GermanSchteelAsk at: ask.fm/GermanSchteelSee you next time.
>>34801915She touched our butt... SHE TOUCHED OUR BUTT!!! MISSION SUCCESS EVERYBODY!!! Now we have to plan for the invasion of her 'Berlin'. >>34801905I like that model better. >>34801909This is true. Have a Tankette.
>>34801947Nice thread as always Schteel, see you tomorrow
>>34801947Thanks for running, boss.
>>34801948>This is true. Have a Tankette.Early tankette is not better on speed than car.Modern tankette (Wiesel, anyone) supposedly very nimble tho.
>>34801947Thanks for running schteel!>>34801915She touched our butt!Shes reciprocating.
>>34801998I was referring to a modern tankette. But yeah, the older ones were crap.
>>34801947Thanks for the thread!
>>34802026Yeah, I'm sure the SAS would have used modern tankettes when fighting in Tobruk.... Well, they would have LOVED to, but that certainly wasn't an option, now was it?
>>34801450>Daphne as well says, “At least take us to bed, darling!” She’s not even drunk.Daphne! Such infidelity!
>>34801594Is there a need for so many guns for so few seats?
>>34802054Such is life, I suppose. You only get the good stuff after the war's over. At least by our modern standards.
>>34801939SAS Desert Jeep Witches Quest when?
>>34802093Well dat be simple dere humie, ya see da boyz likez da dakka, so wez gonnaz putz on da moar dakka!
>>34802119if there is SAS witches, i bet they'll use M3 light Strikers to escort the jeeps.So far majority of strikers unit (on SW canon) are based on tracked vehicle.
>>34802119SAS Desert Jeep Witches Quest? I'm all for it! Not like we've got more than enough Strike Witches quests as it is. I kid though, I kid. It'd be cool.
>>34802182well, we are saturated with quest using planefags SWQ canon.But for original SW canon, there is only this quest for now. So its depend which canon you want to use.
>>34802119>>34802182>>34802152Maybe we'll see cameos of Matilda strikers.
>>34802228Hmm... Another quest with SW Canon would be nice. One from a Jeep driver's perspective would be interesting too. The way I can see adding Witches to it though would be Tank Witches or the occasional escorts by Strike Witches.We'd need a writer who can come up with something good.
>>34801947>I should be running tomorrow, question is what I will be running though.
>>34802235>The Matilda tank witches are under fire from 88mm guns. >We need you to fuck up the guns.>You are now led by Paddy Mayne (or his SW equivalent)
>>34802407eeeeh, if we got another SW quest i prefer the one with Witches MC.
>>34801947>That's it for today. I'll update if I'm running tomorrow, I should be running tomorrow, question is what I will be running though.AS LONG AS ITS NOT LGA
>>34802452busy with something?
>>34802407We could be this guy. Driving his Jeep like a badass, except with more guns.
>>34802488Not him but I was hoping for a bit more time before the end of LGAI need more time to finish that hatefucking smut spoilers, It's shit