>>18077691
Time to get wet.

NOT. DIE.
Get to the deck, we've played our hand as far it we should.

NEGATIVE I AM A MEAT POPSICLE


Land

>>18077691
Well? Steer Two-Niner-Three, raise the Saratoga on Seven-Nine-Zero.

We're about to make history or die trying.

FIGHT!

We're a fighter pilot ffs! get stuck in!

>>18077691

We're out of options...

We land this baby, hopefully with most of it in one piece.

Carrier, now.
Discretion is the better part of valor.

>>18077713
You're really pushing it if you think we're going to survive a crash landing on a WWII carrier deck.

>luck
>gnome

Bitch, please. We don't need that pansy shit.

>>18077691
Land

I don't think Minna could handle losing another one

>>18077691
Well, getting on the carrier is preferable to the cannon shell. Let's go with that.

>>18077691
Carrier dammit! Carrier!

>>18077691
Land on carrier
Rearm, refuel, kill more aliums

>>18077691
We're not empty yet, and as long as we know where we're going to roost we may as well keep going as long as we can.
Or, well, nearly so. Might want enough fuel for a couple of tries at landing.

[x]swimming lessons!

>>18077691
HOME. GO HOME.

We fucking did our job.

Fuck getting stuck in, taking out that dreadnaught's been worth more than anything else we could pick off.

>>18077691
we did our shit, time to land

>>18077691
Make carrier, gas up, GTFO once recovery ops are done.

>>18077691

Time to make aviation history:

Land a P-61 on a carrier. While leaking fuel. And in combat.

Nothing can POSSIBLY go wrong.

>>18077730

Worried about the wrong Waifu right now

We ain't gonna let our widow down.

THIRD THREAD! OH I LOVE YOU PLANEFAG!

Get this bird on that boat!

>>18077691

Go to land, radio to Minna that we're heading to the Saratoga.

>>18077691
Wet landing, GTFO the plane, wait for pickup.

We're not going to make any kind of safe landing on a carrier, and we'd fuck up their launch lanes.

>>18077691
We've already splashed a dreadnought and Martian fighter. We've earned our fucking medal for this mission. TO THE CARRIER.

>>18077691
What actually happened to the Dreadnought? I know we slapped it, but did that actually slow it down in any useful manner?

>>18077691

We Fight!

If we ditch now at least there are people to pick us up, and our kill count isn't going to get bigger not shooting things in a war zone.

>>18077691
Is that an Emily?

>>18077730
we should shoot ourselves with the gun she gave us. that'd really fuck with her

Something I wondered before but didn't ask: Why is the 442nd out and about during the day anyway?

>>18077691
>Catch cannon shell.
>Ian Shoots it back

LETS DO THIS!

>>18077762

Scrambling

Can we see the damage we did to the dreadnought?

I vote for attempting the carrier landing.

>>18077762
Call went out for ALL FIGHTERS

>>18077755
>"SECONDARIES! SECONDARIES!" Sean is howling from the back. "HOT DAMN!"

That's what happen.

>>18077762
Allied Command put out a general "GET IN HERE FAGGOTS" order.

>>18077765
I... I don't think that's what he means by "catch".

GUYS GUYS GUYS

YOU DO NOT ATTEMPT TO LAND A GROUND-BASED FIGHTER ON A NAVY CARRIER. THAT SHIT'S STUPID ON A MODERN NIMITZ, IT'S A DEATHWISH ON A WWII CARRIER. WE DON'T HAVE HOOKS, WE'RE GOING TOO FAST.

IT'S TIME TO SWIM.

The best part is that I'm betting we have absolutely no naval-aviation training. Time to flop this splendid bitch of ours down and hope for the best!

>>18077792

we can co below stall and QUADRUPLE BREAKS though.

wizard, aint gotta explain shit, etc.

>>18077753
All available assets are currently engaged, so going in the water is bad. We make the carrier landing.

>>18077792
>Use gnome power
>Start propellers underwater
>WE SUBMARINE NOW

>>18077792
That is perfectly reasonable.
FUCK NO!

>>18077792
"Sean, we're going to need an arrestor hook. Take off your pants and hang them off the tail or something, wouldja?"

>>18077792
FUCK YOU WE'RE TWO AND A HALF GNOMES

>>18077810
And make it so that the navy planes in the air all have to ditch in the water? Are you retarded?

>>18077792
Man, we're a fucking gnome. We routinely pull maneuvers in this plane that the fucking manual bans because they would cause horrible death.

Getting slow enough to land on a carrier ain't shit.

>>18077753
See if we can't taxi her over into wherever it is they keep the deck park.

Now, getting her back off the Sara later might be fun.

We're lucky that the Sara is here, though. A Lexington-class might be big enough for us; a Yorktown, Essex or the Wasp probably wouldn't.

We don't talk about the Ranger.

>>18077792
then its time for THE GNOME!

>>18077815

"ALL OR NOTHING, everyone activate parachutes for more drag!"

>>18077792
We're going like 40 MPH.

If it gets close, we can retract the rear landing wheels and use the tail as a makeshift hook.

>>18077755

Well, if HVARs are confirmed to kill dreads, I think the 6x60lb Rockets we just blasted it with should've done the job roughly... 3.6x better?

>>18077811
...We need to try this with Chuck's plane.

>>18077792

We're also a FUCKING WIZARRRD.

This shit is our spotlight.

>>18077818
>>18077813
>>18077809

Its people like you I like in these threads, its always welcoming to see that I am not the only one consistently picking the most suicidal option.

>>18077792
Then let's loop this fucker around a few times and see how low n' slow we can bring her in.

Beyond that, time to put faith in gnomishness.

Goddamn we're going to have a great story once we get back to 501st. EXCEPT EVERYTHING WILL PROBABLY BE ON FIRE OR SOME SHIT.

>>18077815

"Ian, we're gonna need more room for the landing, go out the back and saw off the tail."

>>18077809
>>18077811
>>18077813
>>18077815
>>18077818
>>18077827
The gnomes have it

>>18077691
Land, somewhere. carrier, actual land, doesnt matter

>>18077792
We are gnomes. We can land in less than 900 feet.

Of course, we should expect there to be very little left of our secret afterwards, but hey, anybody who knows about gnomes can already guess based upon our earlier AARs.

>>18077792
American naval aviators used to crash banged-up fighters ALL THE TIME. No worries there. Plus, we're a gnome. The regular rules don't apply here.

Jesus christ, this is making the /k/ommando inside me cringe.

There's no fucking way this would ever work, subtle magic or no, and regardless of the result we're dooming tens of fighters to ditching once we fuck up the deck.

>>18077792
Carrier decks are going to be empty if they are done launching already. And they probably have crash nets. Or are you suggesting all three of us parachute into the sea.

Either way, if we burn fuel now it will make landing safer. I say we fight.

>>18077815
>"Sean, we're going to need an arrestor hook. Here's a picture of Mio. Take off your pants and hang off the tail or something, wouldja?"

FTFY

>>18077856
subtle magic nothing, we caused a perfectly good gun to fuck up like it'd been abused for twenty years.

We got this.

>>18077871
...MC explained exactly what was wrong with that gun.

Warlocks? No. We're FUCKING GNOMES.

>>18077856
>>Dooming marines to ditching.

A - they're marines. They probably like the water or some stupid shit.

B - England is *RIGHT THERE*. If they're dumb enough to go in the drink within sight of a friendly airstrip, they deserve it.

>>18077856
That's why we're using complete obvious magic. Subtlety is for women and children.

If we live, it'll be funny as all hell.

>Saratoga sailing past Castle Barin
>Puts us ashore in a lighter
>"We believe this is yours."
>Minna's fw

>>18077862
We'll be on fumes by the time we get there.

>>18077882
we need to steal one when they come out then paint it

>>18077895
AHAHAHA
DOOO IIIIIT

>>18077889
...But we can't use obvious magic.

We don't have that far to go, lets take out one more alium before making our magnificent exit.

>>18077856
Lex is also present.

Worst comes to worst, they shove our precious beauty over the side. The only way we could put Sara's flight deck out of commission for returning fighters would be to explode in a ball of flames, which would require fuel.

>>18077856
Lady Lex is RIGHT THERE, and we're in the Channel.

She can shoehorn the damn planes into her hangar if needs be, she'll be in port to unload them within an hour or two.

Also, we're gonna be bingo fuel if we do crash, and we unloaded our very explosive rockets, so there ain't no boom juice left on our plane to really fuck things up. All we'd do at worst is make a hole, and carriers patched that shit up all the time.

GUYS.

Bigger problem.

How do you paint a airborne dread on the side of a widow?

>>18077926

We need to put it on the tail methinks.

>>18077926
Carefully.

>>18077926
Dreadnought + broken wings

>>18077926
Stencil.

>>18077926
Very very carefully.

>>18077895
>get near Castle Barin
>row the Widow to shore, flying a flag made of pants and a radio antennae
>THEN their faces when

>play it off like we rowed the whole way in that time

wait wait wait. No pacific war means no kamikazes. no kamikazes means no armored flight decks.

There is a distinct possibility an aircraft of our size and weight could fuck up that flight deck....

>>18077942

Not quite, remember they love those buzzbombs.

>>18077926
Inverted silhouette?
Everyone will be 'the fuck does that mean' and we'll be all "AIRBORNE DREAD."

>>18077895
I love this, and I love you.
Also OFW

>>18077926
Paint a picture of Perrine's ass. It's flabby, it spits bullets everywhere, and it's disliked by everyone, so it seems like the perfect symbol.

>>18077939
Yes! Or used the plane like a sub.

>>18077926
I still want official confirmation on that kill. I know Sean saw secondaries, but it'd be nice to get something more concrete.

>>18077955
Get out.

>>18077959

We're getting credit, chill.

>>18077882
I'd rather go with the WWII stealth suit

DON'T FUCK UP THE FLIGHT DECK

We're pro enough to survive landing anywhere, but we might take a landing deck out of comission and doom the other fighters

>>18077959
We got enough people to confirm the kill don't worry.

>>18077964
I don't want credit if we didn't actually kill it, though.

>>18077942
Brits armored theirs from the get-go.

But Lady Lex and Sara's decks were never armored IOTL (in fact, I don't think any American carriers were during the war) so we wouldn't be dealing with armored decks even if there had been kamis.

For a second, you're tempted to stay in the fight until you've expended your ammunition - and were you alone, you might.

But a mostly-empty tank still contains fumes, and those light up really, really well when they're hit by incendiaries. You're flying a bomb with a lit fuse, at this point. And you might well need fuel for go-arounds.


Sean sets the radio, and you call.


"Ghostrider, P-61 Black Widow, calling Saragota, do you copy?"

Some static. "Saratoga tower, we hear you."

"Saratoga, I've got a fuel leak and I'm ten minutes from your deck. Requesting permission to land."

You wait.

You wait some more.

"Ghostrider, please repeat?"

"Saratoga, I'm out of fuel, I've got three men here and I need a runway. You're it."

"Buddy, there's no way in hell-"

"She stalls at sixty MPH with the flaps down buddy. You get the crash net out and I'll worry about the landing, okay?"

The exchange continues like that for a few minutes, until you finally convince the Saratoga that you've not many options. The crash nets are rolled out, and ten minutes later, you're lining up on the carrier. Nearby, the Lexington is still launching fighters.

"Are we fucked?" Ian asks.

"Yeah," Sean says. "Nice plane and all but it's just a prototype. They still make them, you know."

"I don't have the fuel to climb for a bail-out," you say tersely. "You want to ditch?"

THAT shuts 'em up. Nobody bothers ditching when you've got a perfectly good pistol at hand.

>>18077955
You just gave me the image of perrine having explosive bullet diarrhea.

I hope you're happy.

>>18077939
We scoop out the dreadnaught's hull and ROW it back to base, with our Widow inside.

>>18077913
Exactly. Most people don't know but pilots landed fucked up planes and fucked up planes when landing on carriers ALL THE TIME during WW2. Plane cracked in half? No problem, give the pilot a stiff drink. Then get 10 guys together to shove it over the side and make room for the next plane.

As long as we don't set the deck on fire or crash into the bridge, we are not endangering the carrier any more than a navy plane. And as anon pointed out, fire needs fuel. We already used our rockets too, so no problem there.

Getting into the air will be fun, but we have WEP.

>inb4 pic related

>>18077980
>We scoop out the dreadnaught's hull and ROW it back to base, with our Widow inside

GATTAI

>>18077974

>landing a widow on a carrier in combat with no gas


ive got the shakes over it just sitting here at my PC

>>18077942
No, US carriers armored the hangar deck. Brits armored the flight deck.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Armored_flight_deck

>>18077980
>FUCK YOU WE'LL MAKE OUR OWN AIRCRAFT CARRIER
>WITH STRIPPERS
>AND BLACKJACK

Hey, OP, is Project Habakkuk chugging along or not?

>>18077968

Ha! Updates.

>>18077975
In my defense, I didn't realize what I'd implied until after I posted. Maybe change to "ruins everything it touches"?

The other two points still work unaltered, though.

>>18078018
You mean 'With Witches' don't you?

I don't really have a plane image, but here's something plane-related.

>>18078033
Same thing. Both take off their pants for a living.

>>18078047
>Same thing

Strippers have pants to take off.
Strikers don't.

>>18078035
Needs a longer pause on the last frame.

>>18078052
Touché.

Planefag, how long do you plan on going?

Some of us have to get up early

If only...

>>18077974
GUYS GUYS. I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING.

There is no way in hell they aren't going to be filming this shit. You know what this means? If we don't die, we're going to get in the News Reels.

NEWS REELS, PEOPLE. Let's see Chuck beat THAT.

>>18077987
The issue is that we're crash landing a plane that weighs more than twice as much as what the ship was designed to accommodate, and without a reinforced and armored flight deck, there's a real chance we might do some damage.

>>18078068
archive will still be there in the morning

>>18078070
Meanwhile, Chuck is fending off an entire fleet of Aerial Dreadnoughts, backed up by the 501st.

>>18078075
But we're going to land the widow like a motherfucking pigeon on a diet.

>>18078078
but we took one out in ONE pass

>>18078070
Oh god. Somebody get our aviators. Is our hair okay? Alright, good.

>>18077974
>"Ghostrider, please repeat?"
>repeat

I admit that I do not know radio procedure circa 1943, but repeat is an artillery proword to re-shoot the last fire mission. "say again" is for that use.

Feel free to correct me if anyone knows WWII comms, but that's my two bits. And they've been drilled into me for years.

>>18078097
He took down 3.

Numbers matter.

>>18078098

Shit... We don't have a oneliner ready.

>>18078078

Meanwhile Jack Churchill is off cutting alium tanks in half with his claymore. Not to mention playing his bagpipes while his allies advance.

>>18078070
HAHA Yes! The gloating will be glorious! Though it will also put focus on our little secret.

>>18078106
That fucker is amazing.

>>18077974

You drop the flaps all the way and pull back on the throttles. The Saratoga is turned into the wind for recovery operations, and her deck is clear. Between her huge wings, the powerful engines and the flaps, the Widow has a surprisingly low stall speed for such a big plane.

"Call the ball," a voice says into your radio.

"What ball?" you snap irritably.

"... okay. Just, uh, do what I say, okay?"

"Right," you say tersely.

"Up. Up. Left.... a little more... add power. Add power." You finesse the controls, trying to match the voice. You hit a switch and drop your landing gear, forcing you to add some power to counteract the drag - and slow even further.

"Up... up... add power! Power!" the man shouts, but you ignore him. He doesn't know the Widow like you do; she's got all the power she needs. The tricycle landing gear means you don't have to point your nose at the sky to land, so your visibility of the carrier is better, but you'll still be blind in those last few, crucial seconds.

"UP UP UP UP!" the man is screaming, and you goose the throttles, flicking the joke back a little. The Widow pops up eagerly, and you slam back on the throttles, knowing you've just grabbed more altitude then you probably needed."

"-UT CUT CUT CUT CUT-" the man is screaming into your headphones, wisely this time. You shove the nose down harshly, for a three-point landing, and you feel the Widow SLAM into the carrier deck as she stalls out about five feet above it.

>>18078078
And each one will STILL be only one kill each.

>Don't have any good trollface pics
Why did my desktop have to die?!

>>18078101
What he said. Repeat generally means I throw more death at baddies.

>>18078118
>Call the ball
>What?

Hahahahahaha

>>18078035
You are now realizing that the Silvana was basically the first aircraft carrier in the Last Exile 'verse.

>>18078118
Did I died?

>>18078118

>>18078118
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

>>18078118
SUCCESS

>>18078119
Probably had a moment of clarity about how overdone troll-facing is.
Honor it's sacrifice.

>>18078118
DYNAMIC ENTRY

>>18078118

>>18078118
Glare at him. Just GLARE.

>>18078118
Exit plane, ask for beer.

>>18078101

>On sound powered headset, "Last station, say again please."
>"again, you're welcome"

...motherfuckers...

>>18077974
Alright Planefag, just like the first time.

>>18078119

i know that feel.

but much was recovered. good luck with yours.

>>18078118
"And that, seamen, is how you -actually- land a plane."

>>18078118

/tg/: making (alternate) history, every day.

So what bullshit Navy fighter do you think they'll toss us in to get home?

>>18078118
Wait, do we meet Catherine?

So how gay will we get with the sailors before the Witches catch us?

>>18078192
Here at /tg/, history is our bitch.

Assuming we just had a hard landing and not an actual crack-up, we just served Jimmy fuckin' Doolittle. Jimmy only had to launch his planes from the carriers; we just fuckin' landed ours.

Granted, the Doolittle Raid probably never happened ITTL, but that just means what we did will look even more impressive.

Equip aviators.
Adjust hair.
Demand that they take us to our witches.

FLAWLESS VICTORY

This reminds me of AVGN's review of Top Gun.

Impossible to land.

And just then, a gigantic flat-top ship appears, sailing through a circular portal. Looking closely you can see the letters CVN printed on the side...

>>18078196
a torpedo plane like the avenger is a worse case

a fighter bomber like three corsairs at the best

but we keep them!

>>18078184
Yeah, hard drive is okay, the BIOS and subsequently the motherboard is completely and utterly fucked though. Reason: Apparently some RAM cards I bought off NewEgg were, well, bad is the only way to explain it.

and then we roll off the edge.

>>18078196
Hope it's a Corsair. Those were awesome personified.

Although some of the Japanese late-war designs might also be decent, now that they have access to better raw materials, better components and more fuel.

>>18078223
Kill for Corsairs.

But can't we just ask to them to fix the plain or if it can be...

>>18078222
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AyggY_R3jU8

>>18078222
Oh god. If only.

>>18078201
>Implying the witches don't want us to get friendly with the sailors

>>18078184
I had that error once. Turns out I was trying to boot from the wrong hard drive (had multiples).

>>18078223
more aircraft to play with would be fun. and piss off chuck

>>18078242
Plane**

Holy fuck...

Now get our bird's three good tanks filled, then fly back before anyone gets killed.

Minna will probably be pissed.

>>18078224

see, all that happened to me was a TOTALLY LEGITIMATE pdf of the tau codex eating my boot sector.

>>18078250
That just gave me a hilarious idea.

We should do a fireman calendar-style thing for the witches. Their reaction would be priceless.

>>18078259
>Launching a ground-based fighter from a carrier

You're adorable.

>>18078259
I think we've cheated death enough for one day. Lets just sail back.

>>18078259

"Sorry Minna, I was half way back to base, when a Martian dreadnought challenged me for the honor of the 501st. Obviously I had to accept!"

>>18078264
Aviators resting on our crotch.

BUT WHAT MONTH WILL WE BE?

>>18078279

Gnovember

Sorry, that was bad...

>>18078269
Doolittle's Raiders would like to have a word with you.

>>18078269

Doolittle managed it with fucking B-25 Medium Bombers. And he wasn't fucking magic.

We've got this.

>>18078277
It said you lot had honor and, well, I've lived with you and bleed and what not and I killed it dead. With rockets.

We could just patch the plane up and float it back. you know, toss some floats on the wings or some shit and paddle her back.

>>18078118

There's a horrible sound as the nose of the Widow smashes through the crash-net - and another, and another - and you arc your back as you shove your feet on the brakes, pressing your back against the seat to literally stand on the damn things with all your might.

"OH SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-"

Brakes squealing, people bleating, your mouth screaming, the Widow comes to a shuddering, uncertain halt.

You collapse in your seat, and stare at the water in front of you for a minute. You can't see any ship.

Kicking open your floor hatch, you look down at the deck, and the edge of the deck about fifteen feet away. A sailor is already ramming a chock underneath the nose-wheel.

You unfold the ladder and shiver your way down it, then quake your way across the deck in a way that looks casual and hardboiled from a distance; say, the island, where all the cameras probably are.

"Bit of a near thing, eh chaps?" you say nonchalantly to the crew running to drag your Widow away from the edge of the deck.

You and your crew are quickly ushered into the Ready Room as the deck hands haul your big fighter over to a parking spot by the island, chocking and lashing it down with gusto until it's firmly secured - it certainly won't fit on the aircraft elevators.

>>18078279
All of them.

>>18078277
Glorious

>>18078277
Oh my! Martian impinge the honor of the 501st, and we avenged!

>>18078288
Those were stripped B-25s with months of training and the wind in their faces.

>>18078264

There would be varying degrees of shock and disgust.

Within a week there would be at least one copy in every witch's room.

>>18078262
a TOTALLY LEGITIMATE pdf of the tau codex
>tau codex
>tau
I think I identified your problem there. Course, my buddies play Tyranid-Hive Tyrant heavy and Newcrons so I really should shut up

>>18078295
Lucky fucks.

>>18078295
Now we go brag to the navy pilots (make sure to call them that)

>>18078306

And we've got MAGIC.

Motherfucker.

>>18078295


YESSS


Now those Navy tarts had better not crash one of their piddly planes into our baby.

>>18078295
HAHAHAHA WE DID IT!

WE ENVY OF ARMY AIR CORPS NOW

>inb4 Admiral Spruance glaring at us for risking his carrier

>>18078313
Minna walks into her office and every spare inch of wall is lined with them. Piling her desk, in every shelf, littering her bed. All turned to our month.

And outside, Yoshika politely pays the printer for this week's run and thanks him for his time.

>>18078295

>>18078279
Next time we're in town. This must happen

>>18078279
Killtober.

>>18078295
BIG GODDAMN HEROES.

Where're some cigars when you need them?

>>18078279
Dismember, obviously.

>>18078295
Their faces when.

>>18078295
Nice.

You, Sean, and Ian are all sitting around stuffing your faces with ice cream when a harried-looking man with a clipboard enters the room. You, Sean and Ian automatically stand and salute - he's either a flag-rank officer or a supply sergeant, and you respect the former by protocol and the latter through experience and pure mercenary instinct.

"At ease, Gentlemen. I'm the XO." He consults his clipboard. "You boys from the 501st?"

You all nod.

He sighs. "We've got some brass burning up the airwaves right now, wanting you."

"Oh, lord," you say, rubbing your head. "We told her where we were going, and everything."

"What? No," the XO says. "They NEED you."

"Don't they all," Ian says softly, grinning a little. Sure, it's a big bad officer and all, but he's not in your chain of command and you three just pulled off one hell of a day's work.

The XO stares at you. "You haven't heard."

All three of you exchange a Bad Look, and the ice cream sours in your stomach.

"What's going on?"

"The Martians are invading England."

>>18078336
>>18078341
Obtain girlie mags. Watch Yoshika 'borrow' them.

>>18078336

Then she puts on her aviators, readjusts her pants and struts off to do the same to Perrine with Ian's month.

It... it brings a tear to my eye just thinking about it...

>>18078357
CALLED IT

WE'RE TOO LATE

>>18078357
SHIT

>>18078357
Well then, we're bloody headed back for the skies then aren't we?

>>18078357
NEXT TIME ON SWQ: OPERATION SPACE LION!

>>18078357
Oh hey, I believe I anticipated that EVERYTHING WOULD BE ON FUCKING FIRE by the time we got back to Barin.

Fucking aliums.

>>18078357
WHAT!?! GIVE US SOME PLANES YOU FUCKER!

>>18078357
Time to Deal With It.
With boolets.

>>18078357
SON OF A BITCH DAMN IT.

PLANE.

>>18078357
...well shit.

>>18078357

Uh...
Oh...

OH SHIT!

rolled 13 = 13

>>18078357
oh

OH

>>18078357

MOTHER

OF

GOD.

>>18078357
NEXT TIME, ON THE BATTLE FOR BRITCHES

>>18078357
wat

>>18078357
>>18078357
>>18078357
THE CALENDER CAN WAIT, IT'S TIME TO STRIKE

"Pilot, what the hell were you doing out there?!"

"You'll read about it in the news."

*NEWS FLASH* SINGLE FIGHTER DOWNS DREADNOUGHT! DUE TO RECEIVE MEDALS FROM PRIME MINISTER, PRESIDENT.

something tells me that were going to be given some new aircraft to use

>>18078357
They KNEW we'd leave! Those genius! Dont' worry boys, I'M COMING TO GET YOU!

>>18078357

And HERE's the SHTF that causes NEXT TIME, ON STRIKE WITCHES.

>>18078357

AND FAGGOT BIG WING MALLORY IN CHARGE

FUCK CUNT BITCH

>>18078357

gas the widow and charge the catapult!

>>18078357
DEAR GOD! GIVE US A PLANE, MAN!

>>18078357

NEXT TIME ON STRIKE WITCHES: OUR DARKEST HOUR!

STRIKE WITCHES will resume TUESDAY, at the usual time of 6:30-7:00 (-5 GMT.) BE THERE OR BE SQUARE

>>18078357

>>18078391

Well... It certainly helps our egos to know that the aliens won't dare attack if we're in the area anymore.

>>18078404
PLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN
NNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

>>18078357
Well shit. Sean and Ian are both proper pilots, right?

>>18078404

Tuesday?

TUESDAYYYYYY!!!??

FFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

>>18078397
>>18078397
>AND FAGGOT BIG WING MALLORY IN CHARGE
>FUCK CUNT BITCH

Incidentally it's only through chance and choices that you haven't bumped into Douglas BIG WING BADER yet.

>>18078404
FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

>>18078404
PLLLAAAAAAANNNNNEEEEEEFFAAAAAAAAGGGGG

>>18078404
ehdjhfgdjnfgnf

>>18078404
Fucking BOSS, PF!
I'll be there, thanks as always.

>>18078357

No. No shits, no freaking out. We get a plane, we get the fuck back there and show those Alium sons of bitches what it means to cross a real pilot.

Buckle your seatbelts boys, it's go time.

Whelp. So much for the calendar idea. For now.

>>18078404
>tuseday
>right after i start my new job.
fug.

>>18078404
That explains why this one was so soon after the last.

>>18078401
the widow is to badly damaged you fool we have holes in the fuel tank and god knows what else got damaged in the landing

rolled 14 = 14

>>18078404
>TUESDAY

I SHALL SIT HERE IN PERFECT SERENITY ALL WEEKEND. DO NOT WORRY.

>>18078404

AW FUCK, THAT'S LIKE A WEEK AWAY.
ALSO...

>>18078404
FAGPLAAAAANE

>>18078357
We need to know whether the 501 is still at Barin or if they've been deployed.

>>18078404

>>18078357
Where's Temeraire when you need him?

...oh, right, completely different series and timeframe.

Well, that's us fucked.

“We shall fight them on the beaches he said. “We shall fight them in the streets, and in the alleys, and in those things where it’s like a dead end, only there’s like a circle at the end, you know? Cul somethings.” --Winston Churchill (Dave Barry Slept Here)

>>18078404
FFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

>>18078434

carriers also dont have catapults yet, whats your point?

North Africa


This shit sucked. Lt. James Anders adjusted his cap to keep the sun out of his eyes as he lay in his tent. The 48th was at a little less than 50% combat effectiveness, with eight of their original sixteen either dead or grounded. This meant that the brass weren’t giving them forward patrols while they waited for new pilots and planes.

Problem was, the Indianapolis had gone missing somewhere in the Med a few days before, along with the supply convoy that was bringing them the parts to get their two inoperable Lightnings back in the air. With a bit of guilt, James remember the better-than-three thousand sailors that had disappeared with the fleet.

“Fuck…“ Anders swore under his breath. He’d talked with Bristol the night before; without those supplies, they were probably going to decommission the 48th and roll her remaining pilots and planes into other squadrons. Sure, he’d probably be flying again, but it wouldn’t be the same without Flip, and Silverman and McHale, not to mention it was a crapshoot as to whether any other commander in the Army Air Corps would put up with the shit he’d pulled under Bristol.

And there was nothing a commander loved more than breaking a new hotshot pilot under them.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKK

>>18078020
So, OP, now that we've finished, what about Habakkuk?

So...no sexy-man calender for the Witches?

>>18078404
Yeah, I totally didn't see that coming.

>>18078455
well I hope you like the corsair or the wildcat because we might be using those

>>18078404
Darkest hour?
FINEST HOUR!

>>18078397
Look on the bright side. Maybe the Martians will get a few lucky hits on the Air Ministry and thus destroy the single worst enemy the British war effort faced (namely, the Air Ministry).

Well, it would be lucky for us anyway.

“Anders!”

“Cap’n!”

“Get your pants on and get over to my office. We’ve got orders.”

“Sir!” James rolled off the cot and got himself into a semi-presentable condition. Five minutes later he dragged himself back into Bristol’s shack/office. “So, where are they sending me?” He said, all hope drained from his voice.

“Well, I’ve got good news and I’ve got news that you’re probably going to want to sit down for.” James took the offered seat. “Good news is they’re not breaking up the 48th.”

“They scrounge up some Lightnings out of England or something?” James was confused now. Even if that were the case, it’d be hell flying them all the way out here for the benefit of one squadron.

“Nope.”

“Some other poor squadron get mauled worse than we did?”

Bristol pushed the Manila envelope across the table, flipping it open before he leaned back.

“What in the holy fuck…” He read and reread the orders. “This can’t be right…” He read them a third time for good measure. They were being assigned to Forward Airbase 034-512 Alexandria. AKA: Sparkle Fortress.

My task is done. Compilation updated to 34.

http://www.mediafire.com/?978zi4po7385fzo

Tuesday?

what do you expect me to do all weekend?

Play videogames or something?

>>18078461
Oh, and speaking of, what about the Philadelphia Experiment? Because, you know, magic works and what not.

>>18078488
Oh shit

>>18078484
Does this include the first one, that isn't on suptg?

>>18078357

I like how they're invading after we've redeployed what seems like half our forces here.

This would be like Germany launching operation sea lion the day before D-Day.

>>18078488
I had forgotten all about that. Isn't that the one were the ship disapeared?

>>18078466
It'll get done. Maybe we'll end up in London for a bit while defending Britain. Then we can have them ready by the next time we land at Barin.

>>18078492

We've never given them much credit for brains.

>>18078474
We're in '43 or '44, damn well better at least be Hellcats by this point.

Or something Japanese. One of the designs that would have been better if they'd had enough of an engine to add shit like decent armor, better weapons and luxuries like self-sealing fuel tanks and radios.

“Have the brass completely lost their shit?” Anders by now had completely lost his polite, talking-with-CO tone. “Hell, remember that Fortress crew that got lost and ran out of fuel a few months ago? When they tried to make an emergency landing there. They had men aboard so they made them ditch. Threatened to blow their asses out of the sky on approach.” Aside from the support crew and military brass, male servicemen were barred from Witch bases. “Do the Witches know?”

Bristol shrugged. “I am as confused and unaware as you are. I wasted a perfectly good cup of coffee when I read it,” He nodded to a splotch of brown on the shack’s rug. “Was all I could do to keep from spitting it all over the report.”

James kept reading for the report, looking for the joke, the punchline that’d show that Bristol or someone was screwing with them. There was none. “When do we head over?”

“Got a crew breaking down Silverman and Mancini’s Lightnings for transport now.” He took the orders back and closed them. “I want you to get the pilots who have planes packed and in the air. I’ll take Silverman and Mancini with their planes on the ground.” Bristol got that particular look on his face when he was serious about something. “For the love of God, when you get there control yourselves, at least until I get there and we figure out what’s happening. As far as I know we’re the first and only male pilots operating out of a Sparkle base. I don’t want to get there tonight and find out they’ve already killed your asses for going on a panty raid or trying to sneak into their showers or something…”

“…You really think they have group showers? Kidding! Kidding!” James waved a surrender before Bristol could chuck the stapler at his head.

>>18078491
Yup. And it is on sup/tg/, it just doesn't have the Strike Witches Quest tag.

>>18078493
inb4 TELEPORTATION

>>18078466
I'll at it to the todo list:

- Let someone know about that armoury situation.
- Test effectiveness of emotional chaff by thinking the dirtiest thoughts we possibly can while Minna is giving a briefing in front of the Witches.
- Paint dat recursive nose art
- Get some red paint and put an hourglass on the turret of the widow
- Bath? Bath
- Produce and print a sexy calendar for the witches.

DONE/MISSED:
- PANTS
- Break up the fight.
- Figure out a way to troll Minna by having the entire base gang up on her.
- Give our leg time to heal before we fly the ELINT mission. (ie tommorow)

>>18078503
No no, the FIRST one. The one where we bounced Sanya and the 501st Junkers.

>>18078493
USS Eldridge traveled through time for ten seconds, at least in our world. Not including invisibility and phasing of the crew members.

>>18078458
Hey Writefag are you archiving this some place to read? (besides the threads them selves)

If not what thread did you start writing on?

>>18078503

the first quest *isnt* on suptg and your rar doesn't have it.

>>18078492
Mightn't we be responding to their invasion? This little fight we just got out of could have been aimed at slowing down our reinforcements.

>>18078510
Healing's for pussies.

>>18078515
>>18078503

http://archive.foolz.us/tg/thread/17545010/

here it is.

>>18078514

Well, I've got them all saved as documents. The first one is up on some website where I can never actually remember where. Never gave much thought to archiving them in one place though.

>>18078515
>>18078525

Well shit. I didn't know there was another one. Guess I've got work to do.

>>18078514

Also, started posting them here:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/17850260/

They're at the end of every night since that.

Actually surprised I've been this regular with them, probably because I've been trying to keep them short.

>>18078532
Eh i'm just to lazy to look though all the threads. An easy way to share would by to put them up on Google docs and give us the link to them.

We hijack a plane if we have to. Fuck Montfaggory's orders.

>>18078534
Here we go. Named it 0 because damn if I'm gonna change all of the numbers.

http://www.mediafire.com/?xq8eu5cbwxihbuz

>>18078555

Could work. Actually, one sec...

I just archived the thread. See you glorious gentlemen on tuesday.

Found it!

http://pastebin.com/43AY2BiM

I'll start throwing the rest of them on there right now.

Oh god I hope I'm not too late

>>18078608

Nope... This is perfect

>>18078608
ooh, i like.

>>18078592

k, they should all be up there and properly named so they're in order.

>>18078608

Just need the part where Bugs Bunny switched to fuel, causing Daffy Duck to say "ROCKETS AND THAT'S FINAL."

And that's how we got rockets.

>>18078501
Is there supposed to be something after this?

>>18078624

Nah. Figured after how serious the last two were I'd end this one on a bit of humor.

>>18078628
Homour's fine, it's just kind of abrupt.

>>18078628
I only see the first part in the bin wheres the rest?

>>18078641

Ah, just realised I only pasted the second page. Fixed it.

Also, it does seem a bit abrupt, I'll try to avoid that in the future.

>>18078491
>>18078511
>>18078515

It *IS* on sup/tg/.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/17563929/

>>18078808
But that's not the first thread.

>>18078808
First thread is http://archive.foolz.us/tg/thread/17545010/

The sup/tg/ thread you've got there also links to it.

>Invasion
>British South East Coast

PLANEFAG, YOU BETTER CHUCK SOME DAD'S ARMY STUFF IN THERE, OR SO HELP ME, I WILL END YOU.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jtIrKoaqJAE

Ah fuck we're going all Resistance Fall of Man now.