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>>33607888
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>=[| EUROPEAN RESISTANCE OPERATIONS ARMY GROUP SOUTH AIRFIELD |]=<
>=[| 1944 |]=<

God bless Liberion,
Land that I love!
Stand beside her, and guide her!
Through the night, with the light, from above!
From the Mountains!
To the Prairies!
To the Oceans,
White with foam!
God bless Liberion, my home sweet home!
God bless Liberion, my home sweet home!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eq2h-J63moo

You are the Rookie, as treated by everyone else on the base. This is what you have to put up with most mornings. Admittedly, you find that Kate Smith has a lovely voice and her rendition of Irving Berlin is beautiful. But even the most beautiful songs become grating after a while. Kate Smith’s lovely voice is slightly drowned by static as it comes from the little radio resting on a crate in the hangar.

You are in the process of polishing your P-39N Striker Unit. Your pride and joy, the first thing you laid eyes on during the Neuroi attack on the Academy all those months ago. Successful with every country except the one that built it: Liberion. It’s a shame really, it is a fine craft to work with and the plane that it is based on is nothing to shake a stick at either. At intermediate altitudes, you both were relatively hard to beat. Even the Fuso A6M Zero would have trouble against you.

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>>33607916
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In routine circular patterns, you continue scrubbing your rag along the hull. As the patriotic music played, and Lieutenants Daisy Walker and Rachel McCawlay communed with Major Meagher outside the hangar, you continued cleaning and cleaning. Finally, after having to endure over an hour of squeaking and creaking, you pull the rag back and admire yourself.

Hm. You pick at your teeth a bit. There we go. Crisp clean smile, worthy of a woman of your high class. Now all you’re missing is a nice dress, a bit of Bleu de Gex and some good pasta or perhaps roast chicken. It’s already past breakfast and you’re hungry. Of course.

The Hangar you’re currently in is home to the B-24 Liberator, “The Duchess”. Captain Bryce Malone commands the heavy strategic bomber which is part of the 453rd Bombardment Group. You normally wouldn’t think much of this, however you were supposed to be escorting one of their squadrons into the Ostmark to bomb targets of opportunity. Unfortunately, it was overcast today, and it was projected weather would be worse out east, so the mission was scrubbed. Captain Malone seemed relieved at that when you all walked out of the briefing room to hear the news.

You never did understand the affairs of bomber pilots, especially of the Liberion 8th Air Force. Then again, you do not claim to understand things you have no knowledge about. Perhaps another time.

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>>33607952
[3/3]

“Rookie, darling!” You quietly tap your forehead on your Striker. They must have some knowledge of your name, darn it. You look over at Daphne, next to you. She is tinkering away at what appears to be four Besa machine guns, hastily slapped together with a bit of scrap metal, duck tape, and other bits into some weird harnesses. “Could you toss me that spanner, darling?” You look down to the wrench, sitting in the toolkit next to you.

> Throw the wrench to her
> Pick up the wrench and hand it to her
> “Get it yourself.”
> Write in

>>33607988
> Throw the wrench to her
Not AT her. But throw it.

>>33607952
Those eyes are fucking enormous, damn. Even for anime eyes.

>>33607988
>> Pick up the wrench and hand it to her
Starting early Schteel?

>>33607988
>> Pick up the wrench and hand it to her
Rookie is not a bitch.

>>33607988
> Pick up the wrench and hand it to her
We are a classy ojou that no one remembers the name of. We don't throw things.

>>33607988
>> Pick up the wrench and hand it to her
Admire her posterior.

>>33607988
>> Pick up the wrench and hand it to her

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> Pick up the wrench and hand it to her

You huff. “I guess it can’t be helped.” You grab the spanner and then stand up. As it stands, you’re going to just throw it to her for a few reasons.

1. You’re a respectable woman. Respectable women do not throw things.

2. You might hit her.

3. You throw like a 37mm M4 fires. Poorly.

You walk over and hand it off to her. She smiles lovingly at you, then plants her free hand on your head and ruffles your hair. “Thank you, darling!” You quickly slap her hand away. Darn it, it took you an hour to get your hair like that this morning. You hope she hasn’t ruined it, she’ll have to do it again. But regardless of hair now, it appears that Flying Officer Daphne “Foobs” Fairbanks is working on something quite…

Drastic.

“Well…” Daphne bends over forward, exposing her trousers as her flight jacket and her blouse rides up. “What I am working on is something I’ve been meaning to do for some time now. Basically, I have four Besa machine guns chambered for 15mm ammunition. I am attaching them together into two separate harnesses for me to carry, and then…” She quickly turns around, then hefts up a very large satchel onto the table. It jingles with the sound of ammunition. “I have two of these for extra ammunition! On top of my inherent magic mind you, darling!”

Ah yes, Daphne’s inherent magic. When she wanted to, she could quite literally generate ammunition from thin air and continue to fire her guns without the need to reload. Of course, this meant that her guns didn’t have a great service life, but it meant that she could really lay the hurt on the Neuroi.

She scratches her chin, smiling. “Yes, this ought to work! And with this much firepower, the Neuroi will just be like sugar in water!” She looks down at you, placing her hands at her hips. “Impressed?”

> “Sure.”
> “That seems a bit much.”
> “It’s nothing compared to my M2.”
> Write in

>>33608406
> "Sure."
> Grab her butt.

>>33608406
> “It’s nothing compared to my M2.”
Bitchy sounds fun.

>>33608406
> “Sure.”
Nothing will stand a chance against her, that's for sure

>>33608406
>“That seems a bit much.”
That amount of boolit might be a tad excessive.

>>33608406
> “It’s nothing compared to my M2.”
Stuck-up MC is fine too.

>>33608406
>“Sure.”
Be polite to the crazy lady.

>>33608406
>> “That seems a bit much.”

>>33608406
>> “That seems a bit much.”
Quality over quantity.

> “Sure.”

You nod. “Sure, Daphne. I mean, nothing compared to my M2, in fact it seems way too much for…” You shrug, exhaling through pursed lips. “I don’t know, it just seems too much!”

Daphne says, “Well, these Besas have fire selectors for semi-automatic and automatic fire. Mind you, I’ve fired one of these before. They’re very difficult in terms of accuracy, but with FOUR!” She snaps her fingers. “Bob’s your uncle!”

You cross your arms, smiling a little as Daphne finishes up her work. “I suppose.”

At that, the sound of shouting is heard out the hangar. Major Meagher grins, walking away as he waves Rachel and Daisy away callously. “Get out of here!” he yells as he walks away.

Daisy says, “And y’all are smalltime!” She and Rachel walk towards you. “Hey, Foobs. What’s the skinny?” Daphne gestures to her harnesses. “Oh, you’re still working on that? What’s wrong with the 20?”

“The old Hispano’s showing its age and I don’t think I’ll be able to get a replacement for it anytime soon, darling. Besides, four Besa machine guns! Bigger caliber than your BAR or the Thompson or even the M2!” She sighs, placing her hands on her cheeks. “Just the thought of it!”

Rachel smirks as she leans on the table. “Don’t get your trousers messy, Foobs. Listen you two. Have you heard the news?” You and Daphne shake your heads. “They say that the Karlslanders are putting up a hell of a fight out in the east between the Ostmark and southeast Karlsland.”

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>>33608931
[2/2]

You nod. “Of course. They were one of the first nations invaded. I’d be in their place if it was my home.”

“Same!” says Daphne. “Faraway Land is my pride and joy!”

Daisy nods. “Anyway, don’t we already know this, Rach? What’s so special about some krauts slogging it out there?”

“It’s Commander Bucky,” says Rachel. “She’s been… weird, these past few days. Don’t you think?”

Commander Maxine Bucholz has been a bit strange. Normally she does inspections around the clock, polices everything about your attire, and keeps the JFW in tip top condition. It’s been a few days though, and that’s gotten more and more infrequent. In fact, you didn’t even see her at breakfast this morning.

Daisy frowns. “You don’t think…”

‘Nah.” Rachel shakes her head. “If anything, it’s probably just troubles with General Blackstone.”

Daphne says, “Still. That is quite worrying. Maybe we should send someone to check on her.”

“That’s a fine idea, Foobs,” says Rachel. “But who? We need someone who knows the Commander well. Someone reliable, dependable…” They all look at you. “… expendable.”

> “I’ll be happy to go!”
> “Don’t make me go.”
> “Well, I’ll just go find Colonel Pool.”
> Write in

>>33608956
> “Well, I’ll just go find Colonel Pool.”
Good luck finding that expendable person

>>33608956
> “I’ll be happy to go!”
Rookie seems to have a crush on the commander.

>>33608956
> “I’ll be happy to go!”
Fine!

>>33608956
>“Well, I’ll just go find Colonel Pool.”
Pool will help, it's always time for Pool.

>>33608956
>> “I’ll be happy to go!”

>>33608956
> “Don’t make me go.”
We gotta at least protest a LITTLE.

>>33608956
>“I’ll be happy to go!”
But not too eager, we don't want to give away our totally obvious crush on the commander to the rest of the wing.

>>33608956
>> “I’ll be happy to go!”
Please do.

>>33609160
Holy fuck. I wanted to vote
> “Don’t make me go.”

> “I’ll be happy to go!”

You place your hand on your chest. “Ohoho… well, I do not like to brag but I do consider myself very motherly towards those who require a shoulder to cry on! Indeed, I would be happy to find the Commander!”

Awww yiss. This is it. If you can get the respect and attention from your Commander, who knows what could happen? Oh Commander Maxine Bucholz! Your curvaceous legs, your ample bosom and your winning smile! You don’t even care if you’re going into the line of fire! Maybe she’ll yell at you! Maybe she’ll spank you for-

Rach says, “Actually, we were talking about Colonel Pool. There’s no damn way we’d send you in, you’d get slaughtered.”

…

You cross your arms, huffing. “Well, I’m going anyway! Colonel Pool is busy today anyway with a reconnaissance run.”

Daisy smirks. “Your funeral, cutie honey.” She snaps her finger, giving you a toothy grin. “If you die, I call dibs on your dress blacks!” You wave her off, you’re not even wearing those today. It’s all about the plain whites with the bow.

Daphne however is a little more optimistic. “Good luck, Rookie darling!”

With that, you head out of the hangar. The grey clouds hang over the sky, with no gap for the sun at all. The airfield is alive as B-24s are lugged into their hangars and mechanics continue work on the field. You look over, it is in the shadow of the Castle. Up in the Castle is Commander Bucholz’s office, which is your best bet for finding her.

You also have the options of the Mess Hall and the Barracks. Where should you start?

> The Castle
> The Mess Hall
> The Barracks
> Write in

>>33609253
>Maybe she’ll yell at you! Maybe she’ll spank you for-
Rookie is a good girl

> The Castle
Her office makes the most sense, it's also private

>>33609253
>The Barracks
Let's check the barracks first.

>>33609253
> The Castle
It's the obvious place to start.

>>33609253
> The Castle
Office does make sense.

>It’s all about the plain whites with the bow.
Awww yiss. Rookie is a filthy minded cutie pie.

>>33609253
>> The Barracks

>>33609253
> The Castle

>>33609253
> The Castle
See, if we find her in her office there's a greater chance of spanking. Since it's private and all.

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> The Castle

Welp, time to search the most obvious place. The Castle. You flag down a jeep with what looks to be a few Officers. They stop in front of you, the driver is a Major who you quickly salute. “Sir, are you going to the Castle?”

He nods, and says, “We are, little lady. You need a ride?” He’s quite the warbly accent. You nod. “Right, hop in then.” You quickly hop in the back with another Officer, a young Lieutenant.

…

You point your finger at him. “Do I know you?” He looks back, smiling. “… you look incredibly familiar, I’m sorry, sir.”

“You’ve probably seen me on base a few times, I’m Group Operations Officer here,” he says.

You nod, scratching your chin. It’s not that. You’ve seen him plenty of times. You’ve never looked at him this close of course. Who the hell is this guy? Whatever, time to get to the castle. He quickly turns on the radio-

God Bless Liberion!

Oh no.

…

…

After having the anthem blasted in your ear for a fifteen minutes. The Officers park the jeep outside of the castle walls. “Here we are,” says the Major as he steps out. You all hop out and head in through the gate. This castle used to be deserted when you first secured it, nothing but moldy stone and rotting wood. Now there’s wires all the over place, desks with radios, papers taped to the wall, adjutants running around and the like. You quickly catch someone. “Excuse me, sir. Have you seen Commander Maxine Bucholz? 509th JFW?”

A young man, a Britannian in fact. He says, “Aye. We saw her in her office. Didn’t seem like she’d want to be disturbed.”

Hm. What to do then?

> Disturb
> Do not Disturb
> Write in

>>33609584
> Disturb
It can't be helped, if it leads to a tongue lashing we'll just have to take it like a woman

>>33609584
> Disturb
We are at her service! And so is our excellent behind.

>>33609584
>> Disturb

>>33609584
>Disturb
Very, very carefully.

>>33609584
> Disturb
Woman up Rookie.

>>33609584
>Disturb
Rookie bravery!

>>33609624
How lewd, anon!

>>33609584
> Disturb
Think positive, Rookie! You can be the one to help her out of her funk and make her see you in a new light! Alternatively, spanking! It can't go wrong!

>>33609584
>> Disturb

>>33609584
> Unbutton top two buttons of blouse
> Disturb

>>33609748
I figured that comes naturally to Rookie in this situation anon, and we didn't need to specify.

>>33609770
She might have only had one button unbuttoned. She needs all the help she can get.

>>33609782
Good point. Make it so.

>>33609748
Support

> Disturb

You stand outside her office door. In big letters it says “MAXINE BUCHOLZ, 509TH JFW WING COMMANDER”. You sigh, flexing a bit, shrugging your shoulders, tapping your feet. You can do this.

…

You quickly unbutton the two top buttons of your blouse. It is in a bit hot in the Castle after all.

NOW YOU CAN DO THIS.

You knock on her door. “Come on,” she says. You quickly open the door and march inside. You click your heels and salute sharply.

Commander Maxine Bucholz is dutifully typing on her typewriter. She simply gestures for you to drop your salute, not even bothering to look up at you. You frown a bit, quickly buttoning up your blouse. She has a look that’s not quite a scowl, but certainly doesn’t look very happy. She stops her typing for a second then takes a sip of coffee from her mug. “Sergeant, is there something you need?”

You nod. “Um. Commander, some of the girls in the Wing are concerned, about you.” She looks up at you, quirking her brow. Oh boy. You scratch the back of your head. “It’s… you haven’t been yourself the past few days. We’d like to know if…”

Commander Bucholz says, “I am fine, Sergeant.” Now that you get a better look at her, her normally crisp uniform appears to be in the slightest disarray. Her collar is crooked, her epaulettes are astray, and even her hair appears to be slightly frazzled. There appears to be somewhat subtle bags under her eyes. “Anyway, if that is all, Sergeant. Please leave, I am busy.”

> “Yes, ma’am.”
> “Is there’s something wrong, ma’am? You can tell me.”
> Write in

>>33609903
>> “Is there’s something wrong, ma’am? You can tell me.”

>>33609903
>“Is there’s something wrong, ma’am? You can tell me.”
Be brave rookie, you have a mission to accomplish.

>>33609903
>> “Is there’s something wrong, ma’am? You can tell me.”

>>33609903
> “Is there’s something wrong, ma’am? You can tell me.”

>>33609903
> “Is there’s something wrong, ma’am? You can tell me.”
Let Rookie help you, Bucholz-senpai!

>>33609903
> “Is there’s something wrong, ma’am? You can tell me.”
Setting ourselves up for it here, but still.

>>33609903
> “Is there’s something wrong, ma’am? You can tell me.”
Time to fuss over the commander!

>>33609903
>> “Is there’s something wrong, ma’am? You can tell me.”
Undo those buttons again!

So we as a playerbase are pretty much unashamedly shipping RookieXBucholz now?

>>33610182
Rookie started it.

>>33610188
She can't help it, she just wants to be taken care of by a strong confident woman

> “Is there’s something wrong, ma’am? You can tell me.”

You hold steady. “Ma’am. If there’s something wrong, you can tell me, I-“

“Sergeant.” Bucholz narrows her eyes at you. “I told you. I am fine.”

“You don’t seem fine, ma’am.” Oh boy. You didn’t mean to say that. Bucholz stands up quickly. You flinch, and upon seeing your flinch, Bucholz steps back, her glare disappearing. She frowns, sighing, then gestures to a chair.

“Take a seat, Sergeant.” You quickly do as she says, sitting down on the cold wooden chair. Commander Bucholz pulls a drawer from her desk then pulls out an envelope. She quickly takes out a folded paper from within and hands it to you from across the desk. “Read it. And tell no one else about this.”

You nod, unfolding the paper and taking a gander at the writing. It’s handwritten, and whoever wrote this had a fine hand.


To Commander Maxine Bucholz, 509th JFW

We regret to inform you that your older brother, Johannes Bucholz, is missing in action. His unit participated in a raid against a Neuroi hive, which costed the Karlslander Fallschirmjager and Luftwaffe dearly. We cannot say anymore due to the sensitive nature of his mission. Please do not take this as a sign that he is dead. If he is Fallschirmjager, he will continue fighting the heroic struggle. Honor and blood, he will continue defending the Fatherland until death. We will find him.

My sincerest condolences. I assure you, he will be found. We will not have another tragedy as we did with the Brothers von Blucher years ago. We will contact you again as soon as possible.

Sincerely,
Bernhard Carl Trautmann, Feldwebel


You look up. Bucholz simply sits, her head resting on her hand.

> “We didn’t know.”
> “I’m sorry for your loss.”
> “Are you okay?”
> Write in

>>33610182
It's okay. I don't mind nudging it in that direction, but I wouldn't be disappointed if Bucholz is as uninterested as she seems and we find someone else either.

>>33610218
> “Are you okay?”
> Write in
"They'll find him ma'am, and if you need anything, I'm here for you."

>>33610218
> “Are you okay?”
Being sorry goes without saying.

>>33610218
>> “I’m sorry for your loss.”
>> “We didn’t know.”

>>33610218
> “Are you okay?”

Anything else would be implying her brother is dead.

And he's obviously not.

Anyone with enough testosterone to be the Commander's older brother isn't gonna just lay down and die, I think.

>>33610218
>Write in
Hug
and
> “Are you okay?”

>>33610218
> “Are you okay?”

>>33610218
> “Are you okay?”

>>33610218
> “Are you okay?”
It's a little sad that he's not confirmed dead yet, holding on to that hope is scary and hurts

>>33610291
Backing this.

>>33610182
I don't think it's possible to not ship it, anon.

If she addresses us by name, can we ask her to marry us?

>>33610291
I like this

>>33610291
I don't know about a hug, it feels kind of inappropriate at the moment, but maybe something small, squeezing her shoulder or her hand

>>33610369
Rookie's name will never be revealed.

The commander will give Rookie her last name instead.

>>33610393
Yeah, any sort of physical gesture works for reassurance, doesn't have to be a proper hug.

>>33610548
Yeah, just some physical contact to establish that we're there for her.

it's the rookie that needs the hug, poor girl

>nobody choosing "I'm sorry for your loss"
Well done, guys.

>>33610218
>> Write in
LETS FLY GIRLS, RESCUE THE BOYTOY!

> “Are you okay?”

You glance away for a second, then quickly place the letter back on the desk, with care mind you. “Are you okay, Commander?” The poor girl. You couldn’t imagine losing your mother or father to the war.

She nods, slightly. She sighs as she kicks back in her seat and stares up at the ceiling. “I’m fine. My brother is not a man who is easy to move. He’s… he’s tough. Thick, powerful, smart as well. But…” She shakes her head. “No, no. I’m… I’m fine, Sergeant. You needn’t worry about me. In fact, if I were to show this kind of weakness in front of my subordinates, I would never get their respect.”

You frown. “Commander, we’ve all lost something from this War. I don’t think this is weakness at all. It’s-“

Bucholz holds her hand up. “If I wanted to be lectured, I would have remained in school.” She smiles at you. “But, thank you, Sergeant.” You smile back at her.

…

“But seriously,” says Bucholz as she quickly pockets her letter away. “If you tell anyone about this, I will not show you any mercy. Your ass is grass as they say in Liberion.” You nod quickly. “Right… anyway, I-“

The door opens quickly. It is the adjutant you asked earlier. “Ma’am! It’s Colonel Pool!” You both stand up.

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>>33610691
[2/3]
…

“WHERE DA FUCK IS MY AIR SUPPORT!” screams Pool over the long range radio. “WE BEEN ENGAGED BY ROY ALL OVER THE TOWN, AND WE’RE RUNNING OUT OF ENERGY AND AMMO!” The long range is cackling, she must be at the maximum distance it can cover. You all assemble around the radio in the basement of the castle, where operators sit and adjust frequencies and decode information from the Neuroi.

Bucholz calmly takes the receiver and says, “Lorraine. It’s me, Bucholz.”

“Oh, Bucky! Lovely! Y’all gonna come by anytime soon!? We’ve got some buddies here, says theys gots some vital information for General Staff down at Army South!”

“Who are they?”

“They says they’s from Falls… Falls… damn it hang on.” There’s some muttering in the background. “Okay, they’s Karlslanders Paratroops!”

Bucholz blinks, gasping. “Really? Who- Who’s in command?”

“Some Fieldrebel or some shit! Smelling or something! Listen! I can’t talk long, they’re about to make another assault! Get here now or we’re dead!” The radio goes to static there. Commander Bucholz didn’t even wait for it however, she was already out of the basement. You quickly run after her.

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>>33610715
[3/3]

…

…

The entirety of the 509th is scrambled, and you all march over to your parked Strikers. Bucholz is quick to establish control. “Alright, we have a stricken unit of Fallschirmjager along with Colonel Pool’s tank witches. We don’t know how many Neuroi there are, but we can be assured there are enough to make them all think twice about an organized retreat. Our job is not to destroy, but to evacuate them by any means possible. Do you all understand?”

Rachel nods. “We got it, Bucky!”

“Alright,” says Bucholz. Her mechanics quickly get to putting her armor on. “Everyone, pick a wingman and get to the sky. I’ll take point!”

You look back. “Dibs!” says Daisy as she drags Rachel away. Carla is also quickly to grab Karen’s hand and drag her to her Striker. That just leaves Commander Bucholz, Vera Bjelik, and Daphne “Foobs” Fairbanks.

Who do you choose as your wingmate?

> Daphne
> Vera
> Bucholz

>>33610738
>> Bucholz
As if we would pick anyone else

>>33610738
>> Daphne
Nothing will withstand our combined dakka.

>>33610738
> Daphne
Fuck y'all best girl's here.

>>33610738
>Bucholtz

>>33610738
>Bucholz

We can't leave her side; she's emotionally compromised and we're the only one who knows why.

>>33610738
>Daphne
We've indulged our crush enough for now, time for dakka.

>>33610738
>> Bucholz

>Not wanting sempai to notice you

But seriously Bucholz is probably the right choice given the fact that she's likely to be reckless and off-her-game

>>33610738
>Bucholz
I suppose we should keep an eye on her for now. And not in any way use our position as wingman to check out her ass.

>>33610738
> Bucholz

>>33610738
>> Daphne
>> Vera
>> Bucholz

>>33610806
>not splitting up the dakka and being versatile
You're a madman, anon

>>33610738
> Vera
Vera a love.

>>33610851

Anon...

>>33610738
> Bucholz
That armor sure looks sexy

>>33610868
Vera is lovely, but in a fight with dakka canuck and sexy kraut, lovely Russian just doesn't cut it.

>>33610738
>> Bucholz
I did not even know I liked spanking

>>33610738
> Daphne

> Bucholz

Once Bernhardt helps you into your Striker, you activate its flight magic capabilities. Your feathery ears pop out from your head and the runes surround you as you take formation behind Bucholz. Bucholz signals for two finger-four formations. She’ll take point for the first one including you, herself, Daphne and Vera, while Lieutenant Rachel takes Daisy, Carla, and Karen.

You’ve packed away with everything you need. The Walkie Talkie, a flare gun, several smoke grenades, a belt of .50 ammunition, your Browning M2 .50, a C96 Mauser for emergencies, binoculars, and a medical kit. Kind of sucks that everyone is making you carry all this, but someone has to do it. Bucholz looks back at you as you take her left as the Flight wingman, and you see the faintest hint of a smile.

You all line up at the runway. Bucholz yells, “509th Witches! Take off!”

With a burst of speed, you all blast off the runway and into the skies.

…

…

You keep your ears up. Colonel Pool’s projected location was probably 20-30 miles away from the airfield, wasn’t too great a distance. Your formations fly side-by-side over the harsh grey clouds of Gallia. Nothing is visible groundside.

“Hey, Foobs!” yells Rach. “How are you enjoying that extra weight?”

Daphne is clearly sweating as she carries on the four Besa Machine Guns and the ammunition packs. “It’s fine, darling!” she yells back, clearly not fine.

Bucholz says, “Cut the chatter!” She looks back. “Where’s Vera!?”

“We left her in the dust ages ago!” yells Daisy. “Remember? Po-2? Her max speed is your stall speed, Bucky?”

“Blast!” Bucholz yells. “No matter, she’ll catch up! Sergeant! Do you detect anything?”

You focus, closing your eyes.

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>>33611187
[2/2]
…

. There. “I do!” you yell. “North-east!” You point downwards. “Down there, through the clouds!” Bucholz signals you all down beneath the clouds. You all pass through the dense cloudcover and end up closing near a small hamlet, where battle is made with a Large-type. As the Liberions identified it, a Joseph. A flying wing with a lot of lasers. Tracers fill the sky, poking ineffectively at it, you can also see the occasional blast from a witch powered weapon.

“Alright!” says Bucholz. “Scatter! Go for the core when possible!” Josephs are built with armor around the core, but it shouldn’t be much a match for eight witches at once.

> Go for the core
> Draw its fire, let the others try and find a way at it
> Write in

>>33611212
>> Go for the core

Go for it!

>>33611212
> Draw its fire, let the others try and find a way at it
Teamwork wooo

>>33611212
> Go for the core
Rookie has the heaviest hitting gun of all the witches, far as I can tell. She has the best chance of penetrating.

>>33611212
>Go for the core
The shortest route to victory.

>>33611212
>Go for the core
We can hit it hard, someone who isn't carrying all the equipment can draw fire.

>>33611212
>> Go for the core
Let's fuck him up

>>33611212
>> Go for the core

>>33611212
>> Write in
>Give other witches fire support

We're heavily burdened with a big-ish gun.

>>33611212
> Go for the core

> Go for the core

You draw a quick Magical Shield to protect you from the heavy lasers as you fly up. Rachel’s finger-four comes from above and goes for an up and under attack. The lasers blast at them, breaking their formation but not their bodies thankfully. Daphne and Bucholz fly to the left, gaining its attention as it starts rotating towards them. Daphne’s barrage of 15mm ammunition starts tearing up its shields and outer plate.

Meanwhile, Rachel and company fly up underneath and turn back around in the standard Vector Roll attack. They both climb up, roll then turn back around to go for another angle for the top armor. Carla and Karen draw their specialized suitcases, and begin rigging them to drop mortar shells. The rounds blast and impact off the hull, sending the Joseph flying downwards.

Now it’s your turn, you loop up and around and begin for a steep dive. Right at where the tail meets the rest of the body is the core. You bring your Browning M2 and fire directly at that sweet spot. The Neuroi shudders and roars as its lasers ineffectually blast at everything around, clutching at the hope of taking something with it. You bank hard left, ducking away as the Neuroi explodes and shatters into a million glowing pieces.

“Woo!” yells Rach. “That’s another one for the Rookie!”

Bucholz says, “Good job, Sergeant! Now where’s Pool?”

“We’re down here!” yells Pool over the radio. “At the big Church!”

[1/2]

>>33611212
>Go for the core
FOR MASSIVE DAMAGE

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>>33611623
[2/2]

…

…

You all hover over the cemetery where the various Fallschirmjaeger infantry have set up 7.5cm Recoilless rifles and MG positions. Broken up pieces of Neuroi can be seen being used as improvised cover. Pool and her witches stand next to a very dirty and salty Fallschirmjaeger, a huge hulking man. He introduces himself as, “Oberfeldwebel Max Schmeling. We’re about 60 in strength, most of us are wounded however.”

Pool nods. “We met them around town, they were being chased by a huge load of Largos and that Joseph. We managed to fend most of them off until you arrived.”

“Of course,” says Bucholz. “Can we get the wounded out?”

Schmeling shakes his head. “We lost our trucks back in Helvetia. We’ve been on foot, and almost none of the wounded are in any condition to walk.”

Pool nods again. “Yeah, and two of my girls have been wounded as well, their Strikers have already been scuttled. We were hoping y’all were coming with a transport or something.”

Bucholz says, “We came as soon as we could. There has to be a way to transport the wounded.”

Rachel says, “Maybe we can just airlift them out. We can carry them on our shoulders.”

“That wouldn’t work,” says Bucholz. “We’d need some place solid. I…” She grumbles a bit. “Damn it.”

Your ears perk up. “Ma’am. They’re coming back, we have ten minutes at least.”

Schmeling says, “I’m not leaving the wounded. I’ve already lost too many men coming here. I will not lose more.”

> “Someone must have an idea!”
> Think, you need to think.
> Maybe we should leave them
> Write in

>>33611645
> Think, you need to think.

>>33611645
> Think, you need to think.

>>33611645
>> Think, you need to think.

>>33611645
> Think, you need to think.
You know, if we can get in contact with HQ to send transport we can head off the Neuroi and distract them til it get here

>>33611645
>Broken up pieces of Neuroi can be seen being used as improvised cover.
$5 says that shits radioactive.
>Think, you need to think.
Hide the wounded away from where we're dug in? The neuroi might leave them alone if they've got something more important to shoot as.

>>33611735
We don't even know what Neuroi are made of. For all we know, all it would do is give Pool magic powers or something.

>>33611645
>> Think, you need to think.

>>33611645
> “Someone must have an idea!”
panic!

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>Think, you need to think.
>Act as decoys, lure the enemy away, and request a transport truck?

>>33611735
>>33611766
In the series, they disintegrated into small pieces, then into mist, then nothing. It was apparently safe to fly through the remains.

> Think, you need to think.

Think. Think. THINK.

…

“Ma’am!” Bucholz looks at you. “I… our shields. They can block lasers, bullets, solid objects, right?” Bucholz nods. “… why don’t we just fly them out? We can- We can all band together, make a shield big enough to carry the wounded out.”

Max narrows his eyes, as does Pool and the other Fallschirmjager troops. “You’re suggesting we put our lives in the hope that your shield will hold us for 30 miles all the way to your base.” He scratches his chin.

Bucholz says, “It’s the quickest way to get the wounded out. A transport truck would take hours to get here, and we don’t have that kind of energy.” She says, “Do you really think that will work, Rookie?”

You blink, chewing on the inside of your cheek. The other witches look at you. Rachel and Daisy look particularly skeptical. Daphne smiles, supportive. Karen and Carla smile at you as well. You can even see Bucholz smile at you from behind her helmet.

“I AM HERE!” yells Vera. “What- What is going on?!” She raises her bazookas.

> It has to work
> Maybe there’s a better idea
> Write in

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>>33611645
>> “Someone must have an idea!”

>>33611896
>> It has to work

>>33611896
> It has to work
Unless someone else has any plans

>>33611896
>> It has to work

>>33611896
> It has to work
"RIght, Vera?"

>>33611896
> Maybe there’s a better idea

>>33611896
>It has to work
Yeah, not seeing another idea that doesn't result in more casualties.

>>33611899
That is amazing. Rookie is cutest and best.

>>33611888
AS FAR AS WE KNOW AT THE TIME.
>>33611896
>It has to work
We have no good ideas.

>>33611899
Looks great!

>>33611896
> It has to work
Be confident! If it doesn't work, Bucholz will give Rookie a spanking! If it does work, Bucholz will give Rookie a spanking!

>>33611896
>Maybe there’s a better idea
Sounds wishy-washy, and how is Vera going to keep up as everyone else goes full speed retreat? How many wounded are there that needs to be carried?

Assuming half, the fastest ones carry the wounded, the other half rear guard duty and draw the enemy away until wounded reach base.

>>33611896
>Maybe there’s a better idea
If someone has one they can volunteer it, if not, we have a plan.

> It has to work

You sigh. “It has to work.”

Bucholz nods. “Alright. That will be the plan. Now… we need, I think we will need four volunteers, for maximum stability and safety.”

Rachel says, “You’ve already got two.” You and Bucholz look at her and Daisy, surprised. They seem determined. Rachel says, “We’ll be happy to get these men the hell out of here.”

“Alright,” says Bucholz. “Thank you, you two. Who else?”

Vera says, “Well, I just got here. So I volunteer as well.” She quickly hands her bazookas off to Max. She also starts stripping herself of her spare rockets and communications equipment. “Those will be better in your hands.”

“And those that are not wounded, we will cover your retreat,” says Bucholz. “We wait for the wounded to get to a safe distance, then we break off and away. We need one more volunteer.”

> Wait for someone else to volunteer
> Volunteer for the rear guard
> Volunteer to airlift the wounded
> Write in

>>33612104
>> Volunteer for the rear guard

>>33612104
>Volunteer for the rear guard

>>33612104
>> Volunteer for the rear guard

>>33612104
> Volunteer for the rear guard
Rookie's Mama Deuce can make any Neuroi have a bad day.

>>33612104
>> Volunteer for the rear guard

>>33612104
> Volunteer for the rear guard
We'll keep the girls safe

>>33611896
> It has to work

>>33612104
> Volunteer to airlift the wounded
Eh.

>>33612104
>Volunteer for the rear guard

>>33612104
>> Volunteer for the rear guard
Noblesse oblige, etc.

>>33612104
>rear guard
Now we can get ourselves injured and enthrall the nurses with our womanly charm and grace.

>>33612351
I know this is SW and MC admires her leader or whatever, but did everyone decide to go full yuri?

>>33612351
Please anon, Rookie is a woman kind of witch, she only has eyes for Commander

>>33612388
Yes. This is Strike Witches after all.

>>33612388
they is SW their is only yuri

>>33612351
We're gay for the sexy kraut, not for everyone. No, not even the nurses. Though maybe for Pool too.

>>33612388

It was pretty firmly established in thread 1 that Rookie swings towards the fairer sex.

>Perhaps it’s a dinner with Commander Bucholz! Oh deary, you. A candlelit dinner, eating the finest Gallian cuisine with a nice slice of Bleu de Gex and perhaps your first wine as well! She will be wearing her usual uniform, and will be speaking to you about her adventures on the Gallian Front, while you sit there, lost in her eyes, and then you two will

At the very minimum, heavy lesbian overtones.

>>33612449
I concur.

The commander is a fine woman.

And Pool arouses us in a strange and maybe-sort-of-scary way

>>33612433
Not true, some witches have had straight relationships and are thus not exclusively gay. Some might even be straight.

>>33612413
>>33612433
But I want to NTR Major's wife.

Jokes aside, I'm hoping more comradeship than yuri.

>>33612449
Everyone is gay for Pool. Especially when tanks are involved.

Though, I just realized something. Trude's grandfather died in WWII.

>>33612480

What happens when Pool NTRs the Rookie?

>>33612521
This is the SW universe, faceless men die, sexy ladies get sexy scars at worst.

>>33612549
We cry and go seek comfort in one of the other girls

> Volunteer for the Rear Guard

“Ma’am. I humbly request to be part of the rear guard. My M2 can help hold off the Neuroi better.”

Bucholz nods. “Alright. Who else then?” She looks at the others. They remain quiet. “Who else?”

Karen raises her hand. “Um, I will do it, Bucholz-sama.” She looks nervously at her senior, Carla. Carla nods at her, reassuringly. Karen flies over to Rachel, Daisy, and Vera. “I will do my best!”

“Alright.” Bucholz starts directing Fallschirmjager to get the wounded out. The four volunteers begin to form a great circle, a glowing rune which becomes as solid as steel. Schmeling quickly directs the bloodied and dirtied wounded soldiers out on stretchers. They are set down on the shield carefully, their groans of pain evident. A total of fourty men are finally set down. Bucholz looks at Rachel. “Can you carry them out?”

Rachel nods. “Of course! I’ve done this plenty of times!”

With that, they begin airlifting the wounded soldiers up into the air. You tug on your shirt nervously a bit, but the fact that the wounded aren’t becoming the dead starts to reassure you. Soon, they fly off and away.

Bucholz places a hand on your shoulder, surprising you. “You’ve surprised me today, Sergeant. I am proud of you.”

> “Thank you!”
> “It was nothing!”
> “All in days work!”
> Write in

>>33612594
>> “Thank you!”
>> “It was nothing!”

>>33612594
> “Thank you!”
> "U-um... if it's not too much to ask... could we..."
Might not be appropriate, but Rookie's been a good girl.

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>>33612521
And somewhere along the line she got a weird uncle who made his claim to fame with some weird internet thing which he doesn't talk much about.
>>33612594
>“All in days work!”
Duty is its own reward!

>>33612594
> “Thank you!”

>>33612594
>> “Thank you!”

>>33612594
>> “Thank you!”
say it all quiet and quick

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>>33612486

>>33612594
>“Thank you!”
Blush. Hard.

>>33612594
> “Thank you!”
Rookie is all red and happy

>>33612594
>> “Thank you!”

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>>33612594
>"You can be proud of me once those wounded are safe and I shoot down more of the Neuroi."
>in a not so cheeky way but bravado speak before battle

>>33612655
Wilma sexes old men, enjoy.

>>33612594
> “Thank you!”
Wag that tail.

>>33612501
I'm hoping for full fuckin' /u/ here. LGA has dragged along too much for me and GS's other 'attempts' were pure jokes.

>>33612700
who the fuck is wilma I only watched the show

Ain't over yet until those dudes are in the hospital.

>>33612655
Wilma Bishop likes the old man dick, and Minnie Bishop bred two witches so has received the dick on at least two occasions.

>>33612628
>but Rookie's been a good girl.

She's a snitch. Rookie's going to get what she deserves one day

>>33612700
>Wilma sexes old men, enjoy.
Retconned to hell and back.

>>33612733
Lynne's older sister.

>>33612733
Lynette's big sister. Minnie is her mother and also a witch.

>>33612774
>Minnie Bishop
For that matter, so did Yoshika's mother and grandmother.

>>33612776
She just didn't want her waifu to be mad at her, surely the yanks will understand that!
The only thing worse for Rookie than yanks trying to prank her in revenge would be them trying to set her up with the commander.

>>33612774
Wilma sexes everyone from old men to little girls.

>>33612776
So, spankings? Well, as we already know...
> Maybe she’ll spank you for-
So it's not like it'd be unwanted.

Also, no blushing and stammering characterization, please! Haruka was the worst Misfit, we don't want to be Haruka.

>>33612850
The only blushing here will be overwrought act blushing in order to further ensnare our romantic targets.

>>33612850
Haruka did man the hell up after Mika had her way with her.
She became a succubus, yes, but hey! Progress is progress.

>>33612850
How about blushing but no stammering?
A lady cannot help but respond when complimented by the object of her affections, but she can still keep herself together and hold a conversation.

>>33612850
Can we blush and stammer if the reason for it is a painful yet exciting spanking?

>>33612850

Rookie's half-baked ojou with a hair style to match. Blushing and stammering doesn't fit, I think

>>33612842

No excuses allowed!

Snitch bitches get stitches

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> Thank you!

You grin. You suddenly feel ten times bigger now. “Thank you, ma’am!” Your ears perk up. “They’re here.”

“Action stations!” yells Schmeling. He shoulders the bazooka and quickly picks up an FG-42. “Get the Leichtgeschutz loaded! Muller, Deinhard, in the Church with the MG-34! Rest of you in the Cemetery! Use anything for cover! Call out your targets, and save your ammo!” You, Carla, Daphne, and Bucholz take up overwatch of the town. Rachel will contact you when you are in range. The remaining Fallschirmjager, about 20 men, all take up positions with FG-42s and Kar-98k rifles.

…

A Helmut arrives. It is around the size of a house and carries only two laser cannons. It’s real armament lies in its drones, infantry class assault drones, otherwise known to regulars as “Crabs”, big bear-sized crab like drone units. It descends out of the clouds and starts blasting and dropping crabs all around the area in the dozens.

“Fire, fire at will!” screams Bucholz. Carla gets to throwing what mortar shells she has left, while you, Bucholz, and Daphne start firing away.

> Focus on Helmut
> Focus on the Crabs
> Write in

>>33613063
> Focus on Helmut
Our gun's for the big target

>>33613063
>focus on Helmut

>>33613063
>> Focus on Helmut

>>33613063
>Focus on Helmut

>>33613063
>Focus on Helmut

>>33613063
>Focus on Helmut
Shoot the big ones!

>>33613063
> Focus on Helmut
Daphne still has her four Besa, so her and Commander should be okay with clearing the crabs, let's focus on the big thing

>>33613063
>> Focus on Helmut

Are we still holding the church, or midair?

>>33613063
>Exterminate the Helmut
We's gots tha big guns.

> Focus on Helmut

As Daphne and Bucholz start blasting away at the Crabs, keeping them from closing in on the Fallschirmjager with their miasma and lasers, you bring your M2 up at Helmut. You start blasting and blasting away with all the firepower you can muster. Helmut ascends, but not before catching several shots through the armor. You keep firing and firing before it can reach the safety of the clouds.

Soon, one of your shots lands safely through its core. Helmut begins emitting rays of light from its holes, shaking and shuddering until it explodes.

“Another kill, darling! We’ll make an ace out of you, yet!” says Daphne as she holds her smoking Besa machine guns. The barrels have warped to an almost useless degree, so she holsters them in favor of an MG-34.

“This is Rach!” You quickly take phone from the Walkie-Talkie on your back. “Hey! We’ve got the wounded to 10 miles from the HQ, you’re clear to start your retreat!”

You yell at Bucholz, “Lieutenant McCawlay is clear!”

Bucholz nods. “Alright! Schmeling! Start evacuating your men! We will cover your retreat!” Schmeling nods, yelling in Karlslander tongue as he and his men start packing up whatever they can carry. “Alright. We need to cover their retreat. Two go with them, two stay here until they’re clear.” She quickly reloads her rifle. “Who’s staying with me?”

> I will!
> Let someone else
>Write in

>>33613055
Time to start working on a drabble about Rachel and Daisy giving Rookie a blanket party...

Blanket parties are actually a bit terrifying and I don't advocate them at all, no matter how much the guy deserves it

>>33613430
> I will!
Like this is in question.

>>33613430
>I will!
Gotta wait for the girls to be properly imperiled so we can swoop in and save the day.

>>33613430
> I will!
I wonder how obvious Rookie is

>>33613430
>I will!

>>33613430
>> I will!

Rookie is a Hero!

>>33613430
>> I will!

>>33613430
> Let someone else

> I will!

“I will, Commander.” You’re quick to say that and eager to get this done. Carla and Daphne nod, taking overwatch of the Fallschirmjaeger as they begin running down the road towards headquarters and to safety. Now it was just you two against a whole lot of Neuroi coming in from the north.

Bucholz says, “No matter what happens, you stand your ground, yes?”

You nod. “Of course.” You know what she meant by that. You raise quickly reload your M2 Browning and toss the spent belt away. The low roaring sound of more Helmuts come in as they drop down through the clouds, at least twelve of them, along with a Joseph. You don’t claim to understand Neuroi, but that probably would’ve gotten you overwhelmed if they did it earlier. But regardless, you hold on and let them come at you.

They start firing off their lasers. Bucholz quickly blocks it with her shield, cover you as you start blasting away. The Helmuts take their brunt of the damage, exploding and shattering as your .50 Caliber ammo tears through them like wet paper.

The Joseph begins its barrage of lasers. Bucholz grunts, her shields momentarily turning red as she struggles to hold up against it. You start focusing your power as well into helping maintain the shield.

You need to do something now before you’re overwhelmed.

> Maintain the shield
> Go for an under and over attack.
> Write in

>>33613430
> I will!

>>33613925
> Go for an under and over attack.
Taking the heat off will help more than trying to withstand.

>>33613925
> Go for an under and over attack.
This sounded a little lewd at first

>>33613925
>> Go for an under and over attack.
SHOOT DANGIT!

>>33613936
lol

>>33613925
> Go for an under and over attack.

I'm assuming this means we both attack it? She shouldn't try to hold a shield that's going to break.

>>33613971
When the over and under attack on the Neuroi succeeds, Bucholz will then perform an over and under attack on Rookie when they get back to the castle.

In bed.

>>33613925
>> Go for an under and over attack.

>>33613925
> Go for an under and over attack.

>>33613925
>Go for an under and over attack.
Depends, do the neruoi even need to divide their attention like humans do?

>>33614178
They're actually pretty bad at aiming, and they only have so many armaments.

> Go for an under and over attack.

“Hold on!” You quickly pull the bolt back on your M2. “I’m going in!” Bucholz grins and starts putting all power into her shield. You quickly bolt downwards and down to street level where the remaining Crabs all swipe or bite at you. You simply ram them out of the way as the Joseph starts flying backwards, directing its barrage of lasers at you. You fire your Browning M2 upwards, smashing at the red spots as you begin ascending right behind it.

For big Neuroi, a great way to get behind them is to go directly under them, while most of the lasers reside in the lower hull, they’re pretty inaccurate and fast movement tends to escape them. You aim your M2 Browning and start firing at the tail, smashing holes into the hull. “Commander!” you yell.

Bucholz nods, the visor of her helmet slamming down. She quickly streamlines herself and presents the great lance attached to her rifle. With a cackle of electricity and magic, she zooms towards Joseph. In an instant, she blasts right through the Neuroi, through its core, and right into your arms. The explosion rocks the town as the wreckage becomes nothing more than white flakes of mist. The Crabs shudder and explode as their command unit is kaput.

Bucholz pants heavily, going limp in your arms.

The Commander is in your arms.

Man, you weren’t expecting this.

> “Um, Commander?”
> Wordlessly carry her back to base
> Write in

>>33614336
> Wordlessly carry her back to base

Let her rest

>>33614336
> Wordlessly carry her back to base
Try not to blush.

>>33614336
> Wordlessly carry her back to base
With a stupid grin on Rookie's face and her tail feathers shaking.

>>33614336
>> Wordlessly carry her back to base

Get out get out get out

>>33614336
> Wordlessly carry her back to base
Cherish this moment, drag it out as long as possible

>>33614336
> Wordlessly carry her back to base
Keep from fantasizing so much you don't pay attention to where you're going.

>>33614336
>> “Um, Commander?”
Let's at least make sure she's okay

>>33614336
>> “Um, Commander?”

Everybody's been voting pretty much the same all thread. What in the world is going on...?

>>33614503

Shipping

>>33614336
> “Um, Commander?”
> Wordlessly carry her back to base

>>33614503
We want Commander to ravish the Rookie
You might as well name her yourself Schteel

>>33614562

Speak for yourself, I want the Rookie to ravish the Commander

>>33614562
I actually don't want Rookie to ever be named, and be enshrined in that small yet elite group of forever Rookies, such as Rookie One from Rebel Assault and The Rookie from Ghostbusters: The Video Game

>>33614616
Either way, we want Rookie and the Commander to have fun times together. preferably in bed.

> Wordlessly carry her back to base

You blush a little, trying not to grab at her breasts like you did the first time you met. You slide your arms under hers, then tilt forward and start flying back to headquarters. She deserves rest for today, you feel.

…

…

You arrive back to cheers and applause from airfield staff, the remaining Fallschirmjaeger, and the rest of the 509th. Even Major Meagher and that one Major whom you recognize but can’t seem to name are out and about. You quickly set Commander Bucholz and yourself down, and mechanics start helping you dismount from your Strikers.

Oberfeldwebel Max Schmeling walks up to you both. “I must say, we are grateful for what you have done for us.”

Bucholz nods, groaning as you and Rachel help her up. “Of course, from one Karlslander to another. But what brings you so far away from the Fatherland?”

“We have information vital to the war effort, information to sensitive to deliver by letter or by wire,” says Schmeling. “Now, they sent more of us from Konigsberg but…” He pauses a bit. You snap your finger, snapping him out of it. “But yes, we… we’ve made it.”

Major Meagher says, “I’ll take you to General Blackstone. Come on.” He leads Schmeling away.

[1/2]

>>33614764
[2/2]

Rachel says, “That was a damn fine thing you all pulled off!”

Colonel Pool nods, crossing her arms and grinning. “That’s right! Y’all oughta be proud! We saved a lot of lives today! Mine most importantly I do declare but irrelevant. I’ll buy you all some drinks in the lounge, right?” Everyone is eager to get along for some celebration. You’re about to follow them when you realize that Bucholz’s arm is still wrapped around you, you holding her up.

“Commander?” you ask.

Bucholz smiles, rubbing her eyes. “I’m sorry. I don’t particularly feel like celebration, Sergeant. W-Would you mind taking me to my Quarters?”

… oh boy. On the one hand, the Commander! But on the other hand, free drinks and Colonel Pool and the rest of the Wing!

> Of course, ma’am.
> Well, ma’am…
> Write in

>>33614797
>> Of course, ma’am.

>>33614797
> Of course, ma’am.
Don't get your hopes up Rookie, she's just going to pass out

>>33614816

While using the rookie as a hug pillow

>>33614797
>> Of course, ma’am.

>>33614797
>> Of course, ma’am.

Is it happening? Nope

>>33614797
> Of course, ma’am.

>>33614831
Or lap pillow.

>>33614797
> Of course, ma’am.
We can always come back later.

>>33614797
>> Well, ma’am…

>>33614844
It has never been made more obvious something will not happen more in the history of things happening. But that's okay, sometimes care is more important.

>>33614844
Most likely not, but Rookie can dream.

>>33614797
> Of course, ma’am.
Ask someone to save you a glass.

>>33614844
She has a higher chance of it happening than it happening to Kitten or Fairless

>>33615032

It already happened to Clara, not all hope is lost for Kitten/Fairless

>>33615032
Overall? Maybe so.
This day? Not in a million years.

>>33614797
>Well, ma’am…

> Of course, ma’am.

You quickly kick Bucholz’ door open. Unlike the rest of you, Commander Bucholz had her own private quarters in the Castle. You guess it pays to be a high ranking CO sometimes. You help Bucholz onto her bed. “Are you okay, Commander?”

Bucholz nods. “Of course, Sergeant. I just need a nap as all, I feel positively drained.” She begins unbuttoning her jacket. “Sorry for taking you away from the celebrations.”

“It’s fine, Commander.” You stand awkwardly by her bed. Her quarters is fairly Spartan, just a bed, a desk with a typewriter, a little window with some dark curtains, a little dresser drawer for her uniforms and a footlocker. Even her bed only really has a pillow and a blanket. Karlslanders are quite known for their discipline but you didn’t think it extended to the bedroom.

She looks up at you, smiling. “Come, sit.” You nod, sitting down. She reaches down to her footlocker and opens it up. “Here.” She hands you a picture frame.

It is a picture of her, pint-sized riding on her incredibly huge brother’s shoulders. She must be five at this time, while her brother must at least be 18. Her arms are out wide like an airplane, and her hair is flying back in the breeze. Her brother grins as well, holding onto her arms, wearing nothing but work overalls and a dirty shirt.

“Is this you?” you ask.

She nods. “Me and my brother when I was a little child. I thought you’d might like to see it. That was when he still in school of course.” You blink, confused. “He was about 14 at the time of that picture.”

> “You look cute.”
> “Your brother must be huge!”
> “It must have been fun having a brother like him.”
> Write in

>>33615121
>> “You look cute.”
>> “It must have been fun having a brother like him.”

>>33615121
>> “You look cute.”
>> “Your brother must be huge!”

>>33615121
> “You look cute.”
> “It must have been fun having a brother like him.”

>>33615121
>> “You look cute.”
>> “It must have been fun having a brother like him.”

>>33615121
> “You look cute.”
> “Your brother must be huge!”

> Karlslanders are quite known for their discipline but you didn’t think it extended to the bedroom.
Rookie, Karlslanders take discipline in the bedroom seriously. The ropes must be taught and tied correctly, the leather spitcleaned, and the hand rigid when connecting to the bottom.

>>33615121
>> “You look cute.”
>> “Your brother must be huge!”

>>33615121
>while her brother must at least be 18.
>“He was about 14 at the time of that picture.”
Man we are bad guessers.
>“It must have been fun having a brother like him.”
>"you look cute too"

>>33615195
>Rookie, Karlslanders take discipline in the bedroom seriously. The ropes must be taught and tied correctly, the leather spitcleaned, and the hand rigid when connecting to the bottom.
Unf

>>33615121
> “You look cute.”
> “It must have been fun having a brother like him.”

>>33615121
> “You look cute.”
> “Your brother must be huge!”
> “It must have been fun having a brother like him.”

>>33615121
>> “You look cute.”
KAWAII DESU NE

> “You look cute.”
> “It must have been fun having a brother like him.”

Mother of mercy, her brother must be huge by now. “Well, it must be fun having a brother like him. I mean, I was an only child so…” You smile at the Commander. “You look cute, though!”

Bucholz nods, kicking her legs up and onto the bed. “Yes, yes. My mother said I had a million-dollar smile. And my brother, he was a lovely man. Always found happiness and optimism from any kind of situation. Even when Neuroi were raining down from the clouds, he still was able to be optimistic. He saved many people, including our parents, our neighbors, carried them from their homes and into trucks. And when the time came to enlist, he jumped at the call.” She crosses her arms as she lies back, staring at the ceiling. “Joined the Luftwaffe so that we could fly together but he was too big for the cockpits. So they put him in the Fallschirmjaeger. From Greece to Orussia, he always sent me letters of his exploits and he always described them in loving detail.”

You can’t help but find yourself lost as Bucholz continues to reminisce about her brother Johannes. She smiles, occasionally gesturing or even giggling a bit at some of her brother’s antics. It’s like he wasn’t even declared MIA.

“Well,” says Bucholz. “You should go celebrate with the others, Sergeant. I do not want to keep you here.”

> “I’d like to stay.”
> “Thank you, Commander. Have a nice nap.”
> Write in

>>33615458
> “I’d like to stay.”
I wouldn't mind if Bucholz persuades Rookie to join the festivities, though.

>>33615458
>> “Thank you, Commander. Have a nice nap.”
Time to get smashed and sing "THERE ARE NO FIGHER WITCHES DOWN IN HELL!"

>>33615458
>> “Thank you, Commander. Have a nice nap.”
>> Write in
Hug before we leave

>>33615458
>“Thank you, Commander. Have a nice nap.”
She's too tired for a proper go and we're not in good enough to just cuddle.
>forehead kiss

>>33615458
>> “I’d like to stay.”

>>33615458
> “I’d like to stay.”
Assuming she looks less sleepy now. If she does, just leave her to rest.

>>33615458
>“Thank you, Commander. Have a nice nap.”
>Write in
Hug and/or forehead kiss

>>33615458
>> “I’d like to stay.”

Honestly, I can go either way, but I guess I'll go with deepening the relationship with the Commander.

>>33615458
>> “Thank you, Commander. Have a nice nap.”
> "I hope you meet with him again."

>>33615458
> “I’d like to stay.”

>>33615458
>> “I’d like to stay.”
2cute

>>33615458
> “I’d like to stay.”
Please

> “I’d like to stay.”

You smile at her. “Actually, I’d like to stay with you for a bit, Commander. If that’s alright.” Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy

Commander Bucholz smiles. “Oh, I wouldn’t want to keep you from the rest of the wing. I…” She sits up a bit. “I’m… boring. I’m a Karlslander, that comes with the stereotype, yes?”

You shrug. “I just feel like… I just feel like you need someone to be with you. That could be me if you’d like.” Oh god why did you say that

“Well, bold of you.” You could say that again. Commander Bucholz smiles, tussling your hair a bit with her the palm of her hand. “Alright, um…” She looks down at her footlocker, then starts rifling through it. “I do happen to have something here.” She pulls out a bottle of schnapps and two glasses. “For… interesting situations.” She pops the cork, then fills the glasses.

You smile, taking a glass. “Thank you, Commander.”

“Of course,” says Bucholz. “But firstly, promise a few things, Sergeant. One, you will not say a word of any of this to anybody, they will never let me live any of this down if they find out that I drink and that I… I was cute when I was young.” You nod. “And two. Promise that out of anything, out of all things, Sergeant, you will do your duty.” She plants her finger on your heart. “And you will be not some brave hero or some glory searching harem seeker.” She smiles, poking your heart again.

She says, “Be a good girl.”

You smile, nodding. “I promise.”

“Ah, a toast then!” she says, raising her glass. You raise yours as well.

> To your brother
> To Karlsland
> To the 509th
> To the Fallschirmjaeger
> Write in

>>33615779
>“And you will be not some brave hero or some glory searching harem seeker.”
No, because we are going to play it safe and route lock the commander, yes?
>To your brother, and the 509th!

>>33615779
> To the 509th, and to your brother, when he returns.

> or some glory searching harem seeker.” She smiles, poking your heart again.
Don't worry, she only has eyes for one person. She doesn't need a harem.

>>33615779
> To your brother!

>>33615779
>glory searching harem seeker
Rookie only likes one woman here

> To your brother

>>33615779
> To the 509th!
Anything else is weird and/or brings up sadness and not-romantic-or-sexy memories/thoughts

Also,
>glory searching harem seeker
Sorry, boss, you're our waifu
No harems for you

>>33615779
>> To the 509th

>>33615779
>> To the 509th

>some glory searching harem seeker

But muh harem end

>>33615779
> To the 509th

>>33615919
once we unlock Commander route there will be New Game+ and we can try harem route.

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>>33615919
>harem end
Don't be a slut, anon.

>>33615941
But why? Rookie has no aspirations for that, at best she'd be part of the harem. Also, apparently she's not THAT gay, since only women in command ignites her engines.

>>33615989
You realize how stupid that sounds? She is THAT gay. She just have her likes as any normal person.

> To the 509th

You raise your glass of schnapps. “To the 509th Joint Fighter Wing!”

Bucholz smiles, tapping your glass. “Maxine’s Misfits they call it.” With that, you motion to take a drink, as does Bucholz. But then she quickly realizes something. “Wait! Hold on!” She takes your glass from you. “What am I doing, this is stupid! You have morning patrol tomorrow!”

You blink. “Oh. Okay, well… we can drink it after?”

She huffs. “I do not have morning patrol tomorrow. I’ll drink it now.” She quickly swallows down both glasses in a few seconds. She sighs loudly, shaking her head. “Whooo! Been a while since I’ve had schnapps.” She quickly places the glasses and the now corked bottle back in her footlocker. You frown a bit, but you suppose there will be another time. Hopefully the Commander will save some for you.

She yawns a bit. “Anyway, if you’d like to take a nap with me.” She scoots over, patting the bed next to her. “Feel free.”

Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy

> Take a nap with her
> Nope
> Write in

>>33615989
Two rules of harem anime:
1)MC will always be harem owner/central of affection.
2)Even one of harem member has higher social status, rule number 1 still applies.

And i kinda see Rookie affection as hero crush. She will fawn to Commander but doubtful if something further happen.

>>33616044
Actually, mate... From the ask.fm:

> On a scale of one to very, how gay is Rookie?
> Slightly gay. She's had crushes on boys before but doesn't particularly mind girls. She's especially in love with women of authority for some reason.

CAPTCHA: "and derederi"
Yep, Rookie is very deredere.

>>33616056
> Take a nap with her
Cause it's 4.30 AM and I need that end of thread.

>>33616056
>> Take a nap with her

Today is a win

>>33616056
> Take a nap with her
That was my favorite gag in Captain America

>>33616056
>> Take a nap with her

>>33616056
>> Take a nap with her
I need to sleep as well.

>>33616056
>> Take a nap with her
> "Sleep well"
> Scoot over close to her and try to go to sleep if you can sleep over the excitement.

Schteel-tan

Admiral of the /u/boat

>>33616056
> Take a nap with her
Be the little spoon.

>>33616056
> Nope
Some one has to do this.