>>26516666
[x] The big four-plane formation below you.
>Right in front of you
>a group of four
Same group, yes? Moiderise 'em.

>>26516666
[X] Link up with that Witch.
Acquire witch. Receive waifu.

>>26516666
[x] The big four-plane formation below you.

also see if we can link up with our wingman on the way

So we're gonna dive into a Witch's battle. This gun b gud.

Writing.

>Strike Witches China time.
Weituo jiayou!

[ ] The big four-plane formation below you.
No time to wait for orders, and the witch can handle her own shit.

Oh boy, more lore rape~!

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"Bandits, 12 o' clock. Climb two hundred metres and proceed with the attack." You radio to your wingman. The two of you cruise to the correct altitude and proceed to attack.

The throaty call of 12 Ma Deuces barking their deadly payload echoes the nearby airspace, blessing at least two of the Martian aircraft with the might of American ammunition. The both of you manage to punch some holes into the enemy, but they're still airworthy. Still, it's bought some time for the Witch, who breaks the deadlock and manages to finish off one of the wounded Martian craft.

"Thanks." Her voice, terse and controlled, seems to be hiding her displeasure. You wave it off as combat stress.

You turn sharply to face your foe again, but there's no time to climb; one of the Martians have got your number, and... what the hell is he doing?

[ ] SNAP ROLL
[ ] DIVE

>>26517158
[X] DIVE
Dive dive dive. Hit your afterburners pilot.

>>26517158
>[x] DIVE

all the climactic flying happens at tree top level right?

>>26517158
[x] DIVE

>>26517158
>[ ] SNAP ROLL

DIVE PILOT DIVE

Writing!

Why op. why do you persist with this serivative drivel quest!

You take for fucking ever to write, op.

>>26517376
Nobody is forcing you to participate. If you don't like it, leave.
>>26517399
I agree. POST FASTER. TEN MINUTES TO COUNT VOTES? UNACCEPTABLE.

>>26517376

Why do you continue acting like an entitled spoiled brat?

>>26517513
>responding to trolls
No. Bad Hamster. Stop that.

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Without thinking, you pull your plane into a dive. The timing of the move is just right; you're less than a few metres in front of the Martian plane when you do.

You're also treated to the most terrifying lightshow ever. Up until now, your encounter with the feared Martian Maser has been slight, and most of them went wide. Now, you see the whole thing up close. A deadly read beam, fired from seemingly nowhere on the Martian craft, homes in straight for your P40. It mangles the very tip of your tail. If you didn't dive when you did, you could have left a very pretty body.

The sound of heavy ordanance ripping through alien alloys bring you back to reality. "ANOTHER ONE!" your excitable wingman broadcasts.

Now, there's just two of them left.

[ ] Split up and attack.
[ ] Link up with the Witch.
[ ] Pick another group to attack?

>>26517562
>[ ] Split up and attack.
Finish them off.

>>26517562
>[ ] Link up with the Witch.

>>26517513
Why do you fap to olanefag's format? You are a slow learner to QMing.

>>26517447

I'D POAST FASTER IF YOU GUYS VOTED FASTER

>>26517562
[x] Link up with the Witch.

>>26517625
Poast toast

>>26517562
>[ ] Split up and attack.

One pissed off witch, coming right up!

Writing!

>>26517562
[X] Split up and attack.

>>26517672
Another xerox planefag post coming up!

>>26517608
Fuck my slimy green tentacle pussy from the front and back!

>>26517672
I RAGE I SNOO SNOO

>>26517562
>Split up and attack.

>>26517852
Split my legs apat

>>26517562
[x] Split your lungs with Blood and Thunder

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It's very tempting to finish off the rest of the planes right now, seeing as you've tipped the odds in your favor, but even a single plane can turn the tides and you don't want that. That, and having to write to the poor pilot's next-of-kin should he die here. The paperwork was horrid.

So you opt for the more sensible option. "Link up with the Witch." you radio your wingman.

It isn't long before you assume a defensive position with the Witch. And sadly enough, they still don't have the sense to put on a skirt or something when they fly.

"Lieutenat Coppens, this is Witold Urbanowicz from the 75th Fighter Group, over."

"Acknowledged, over." Her voice is still strained, as if she was holding back something.

"We'll cover you from the Martians. You're almost at your limit, over."

"Roger, o-." you are rudely cut off by the Martians, who launch into a steep diving attack. The three of you snap roll yourselves to safety.

You marvel at the enemy, but not for long. They've left their sixes open. The affair was over in a flash; you and Coppens bagged one each.

"They're retreating! Took ya long enough!" Hardin's sarcasm cracks like a whip over the radio.


==========================================

Half an hour later, you're back at Kunming. Everyone's celebrating the latest blow dealt to the alien threat. The debriefing was swift.

It is early in the afternoon, and your presence is required at the makeshift schoolhouse.

As you enter the schoolhouse, you notice two familiar faces, one very starry-eyed Witch and another one sleeping on a table. It does appear that all of them want to talk to you.

Which do you approach first?

[ ] The professional Belgian.
[ ] "Hello, Lieutenant. We meet again."
[ ] Calm the starry-eyed one.
[ ] "...Is she supposed to be here?"

>>26518150
>[x] Calm the starry-eyed one

>>26518150
[x] Calm the starry-eyed one.
Ha ha time for hero worship.

>>26518150
>"...Is she supposed to be here?"

>>26518150
>[ ] Calm the starry-eyed one.
while
>[ ] The professional Belgian.

>>26518150
[x] Calm the starry-eyed one

>>26517625
All 5 votes were in for like 10 minutes before you counted votes, broheim.

>>26518252
quit being a bitch

>>26517513
Hes got a point, though. planefag is an awful person who ran a shitty quest.

>>26518271
I'm more of a powerbottom.

It's two for two! Let's see if we can make it three angry witches!

Writing!

>>26518308
if they are not angry then we are doing something wrong

>>26518273
Hi acell spammer we know it's you

>>26518150
[X] "Hello, Lieutenant. We meet again."

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ou turn to a very familiar face in the crowd. Didn't you teach her some time before the War started? She's a little older, though, and she's staring at you as if you're some sort of... hero?

There's nothing you can do about it, though. It is hard to get mad at her.

"Hello, Elma." You ruffle the excitable blonde Witch's head.

"Mr Witold, that tickles!" The other witches don't seem to be paying attention; they're too busy staring slack-jawed at the sleeping figure.

"So what brings you all the way to China, little one? The last I left you, you were in England, serving with the RAF." you ask.

"Uh... They said they needed Witches in China and they kinda pushed me here. Said I'd be safe here." Elma's not exactly paying attention to your question. She's still looking at you.

"It's dangerous here as well, little one. Are you sure you're up to it? There's more to this than just teaching." You're quite concerned. Elma wasn't the bravest or the most confident of your students.

"It's okay, Mr. Witold. You're here, aren't you?" Again, the starry-eyed stare. One of these days you're gonna break her cute little heart. You dread it.

"And who are your other companions?" you ask Elma.

"Oh! That's Lieutenant Tomoko over there, Lieutenant Coppens over there and we don't know who she is, but she's part of th-"

"Miss Leivonen, that is, sadly enough, the younger sister of Charles Nungesser. We are quite unfortunate to have her as part of the Joint China Witch Task Force, as her exploits are as legendary as her misadventures." The blonde Belgian ends with a sigh.

"That's not nice, Vernoica! She's one of us!" Elma replies.

"Yes, I know. But it's still vital for Mr. Urbanowicz to know this. We are under his care, after all." Elma pouts at Vernoica. "Still, for his sake and ours, we'll try to work together."

(Cont)

>>26518327
I honestly dont know who that is.

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>>26518771


"But that still doesn't mean she gets to sleep on the job!" Ah yes, the damnable shrilly voice returns.

"Tomoko, please, she's just ti-" Elma is cut off by the angry Japanese girl. "She reeked of alcohol when she boarded the plane! And by that, I mean we had to carry her in! She was unconscious throughout the entire damn flight, up to and includin-"

"I think I've heard enough, Lieutenant. I'll handle her myself. Thank you for meeting me at such short notice."

The conscious Witches leave the schoolhouse.

You're now faced with an unconscious, possibly drunk Witch.

[ ] Maybe your years teaching Polish pilots might help you...
[ ] Call for help. Hungover drunks can get very violent.

>>26518828
WW 1 French ace. Also movie star postwar. Died trying to fly the atlantic in '27.

>>26518837
[x] Maybe your years teaching Polish pilots might help you

Poles can deal with drunks they invented vodka after all

>>26518837
[x] Sleeping witch, meet bucket of water. Bucket of water, Witch.

>>26518837
[x] Maybe your years teaching Polish pilots might help you...

>>26518837
[ ] Maybe your years teaching Polish pilots might help you...

>>26518837
>[x] Maybe your years teaching Polish pilots might help you...

>>26518837
[X] Maybe your years teaching Polish pilots might help you...

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The Poles may have had a very thorough teaching curriculum, but there was scant little information on dealing with drunken pilots. Most Polish cadets were explicitly warned to not touch alcohol because of the exploits of the brother of this happily snoring Witch, flying prowess be damnded. And all of them had the sense to turn up sober for lessons.

Still, she's sleeping, and you know just the thing.

Water, while not explictly rationed in Kunming, was still a very valuable resource. You manage to fill up a canteen with it emptied half of it's contents onto the sleeping Witch. The results are hardly impressive, but at least it does the job. She awawkens with a slouch, her eyes slowly flickering to life. She assumes, to your amazement, some sort of a sultry pose.

"Why hello, flyboy. What're you doing in the middle of nowhere?" Is she... hitting on you?

[ ] Drill-Sergeant
[ ] Civil
[ ] Angry Teacher

>>26519190
>[ ] Civil
Really, now.

>>26519190
>[ ] Civil

Drill ergeant won't get us anywhere and while Angry teacher is interesting, I feel won;t yield much results

>>26519190
[x] Civil
Nothing much, just saving your derelict ass from a Martian attack squad.
You're off the flight list, by the way.

>>26519190
>[x] Civil

so we found our cupcakeski

>>26519190
>[x] Civil

>>26519190
[X] Angry Teacher

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"Lieutenant, I'm quite flattered by your proposal, but we're in the middle of a war right now and I need you relatively sober for tomorrow. And if you're gonna stay drunk, I shall have to restrict your flying privileges, subject to approval from General Chennault." Your threat does not seem to have had the intended effect.

"Ah, all right. Geez, you could have said no, you know..." You suspect she is not completely sober.

"Come on, then, we have to find your damn bed..." You turn around to meet a trio of witches peeping at you. It appears you've gained their respect, somehow. You wave to them as you drag the derelict to her bunk, asking for directions to their bunks.

It's a good thing you've solved this quickly. You have classes in the afternoon.

======================================

Apart from a scant few students, the classroom is empty. It's an alien phenomenon to you.

"What is going on here?" You ask.

"Mr. Witold! There's a Japanese Witch on base, isn't it?" One of the students respond.

How do you reply?

[ ] Deflect
[ ] Write-in

>>26519576
Why do you ask?

"Raise an eyebrow at the student."

Shouldn't you be focusing on piloting rather then witches?

>>26519576
oh this is going to be bad


[x] Deflect

>>26519630
This but perhaps add, "We have much larger problems than imperialists at the moment, my child"

>>26519576
[ ] Write-in

" As I said before, it doesn't matter who what nationality anyone is anymore. Only that they are HUMANS fighting MARTIANS.

>>26519576
[x] Write-in
"Is that supposed to mean something?
"Do you want to learn how to survive or not?"

>>26519576
[x] Write-in
"And there are Martians in the sky, and they don't CARE which side of the old war we fought on. This is a different war, with a different enemy, and they want to kill each and every one of us equally.
We can go back to to murdering each other after we prevent the complete annihilation of our species."

>>26519576
[X] Write-in
Yes, and? There are more important things to worry about.

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"The existence of a Japanese Witch on base, imagined or not, is not the point here. There's no more division, especially since the Martians are coming and I have to ensure you all are ready to fight them. We have much bigger problems than a few Imperials, after all. Now, gather everyone back so we can start today's lesson."

"But Mr. Witold, we can't study if she's gonna teach us! SHE'S JAPANESE! SHE DID THINGS!" This student is getting quite unruly.

"I am aware of her flaws, if that's what you mean. Nevertheless, if you haven't quite wrapped your head around the situation, we're not in any capacity to pick and choose our friends! As of right now, Martians are crawling through your homes! Murdering your parents and friends! If you're going to be be this stubborn, then at least hold on to it until AFTER we defeat the Martians!"

You do not notice it, but your voice is raised to an almost yelling, volume. Your normally calm demeanour has been shattered and you're now scaring everyone in the classroom.

"But... but..." The poor girl is in tears.

"No more buts. Get them in here right now, before I send you all to your doom." The effect is instant and the terrified student runs out of the classroom.

These petty squabbles have got to stop, one way or another. Or you'll need to see a doctor before long.

==================================

The classroom is full again. It's full of sullen teenaged girls, all of them hating your guts. Except for the one with the white hair.She's more shocked, if anything.

"Today's lesson will be... Well, I think we'll save the air combat theory for tomorrow. I'd really like to know why..."

[ ] "... are you all here, fighting the Martian threat."
[ ] "...are you all opposed to a Japanese Witch teaching you."

>>26520012
[x] "... are you all here, fighting the Martian threat."

>>26520012
>[ ] "...are you all opposed to a Japanese Witch teaching you."

What can I say? I love to start arguments.

>>26520012
>[ ] "... are you all here, fighting the Martian threat."


They need to be thinking about why they are fighting, and NOT about why they hate the yellow-skinned, bucktooth, nearsighted, slant-eye Nip backstabber.

>>26520112
Avoiding the problem isn't going to solve anything.

Right, so we're gonna try to drill a sense of purpose in them! Writing.

>>26520012
>[ ] "...are you all opposed to a Japanese Witch teaching you."

>>26520012
[X] "... are you all here, fighting the Martian threat."

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"...are you all here, fighting the Martian threat." You have to nip this problem in the bud, right now.

You are greeted with an eerie silence. Their eyes are all fixed at you. "Well, anyone?"

Their silence is deafening. These girls have no idea why they're fighting for. Or maybe they're just scared of you. It's... terrifying.

"Your homes? Your friends? Your comrades? Anything?" Your probing elicits a few weak nods, but nothing more.

You change tack. "So why are you all here in the first place, learning about flying and magic and whatnot?"

"We're... Witches? This is what we have to do?" They answer. They also sound less than convinced. "I mean, we kinda are useful..."

"And do you know why you are useful?" You lead them on, hoping they'll at least get it.

"To... fight? The enemy?" They're getting it.

"And who is the enemy?" They're not exactly sure, but at least they're starting to get it.

"Enemy in front of me. Not Great Teacher. Not squeaky witch. But green thing. Green thing is enemy. Fight Green Thing. Not Great Teacher." you're a bit floored from the source of that.

"Well, students! it appears Borte has got it right! We fight the aliens!" The truth dawns upon them. Dimly. But at least they'll grudgingly attend lessons. You'll have to handle the fallout later.

And you're gonna have to ask Miss Shrilly about what the hell happened in China.

Oh dear. Sorry for the shorter thread today. Partly due to my inexperience and partly because I basically lost my shit and hit myself hard enough to cause bruises. I wasn't really in the mood to run today, honestly.

We'll be back next week! Don't forget to check the Twitter for updates and me discovering more about air warfare in WW2!

https://twitter.com/SpahamIsHamster

Also I am now famous enough to get the trollarchived! It's wonderful!

>>26520543

You really need to start archiving at the start of the thread.

>>26520543
>trollarchive
STOP DOWNVOTING IT YOU RETARDS, LET HAMSTER EMAIL THE ADMIN TO GET IT FIXED

>>26520560

Haha, will do in future! And it'll take a few hours to get that fixed. LL's not online.

No, I'm not kidding about me being violently depressive.

>>26520662
Well, at least you're not AC-Guy.

>>26520662

Dude, if it's really that bad get some therapy.

>>26520716

This, actively hurting yourself is where you should draw the line. No one is going to blame you for getting some help.

>>26520746
Stop with this dramawhoring