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Your eyes scan the letter as all of the Witches stare over your shoulder. The letters to them are complete gibberish and nonsense, but to you they simply come together as if they were not encrypted at all. In fact you can tell the ciphering machine used for this based on the lettering pattern: an ECM Mark II or a Converter M-134 as known by Liberion Army Units.

You state it aloud. “Message is as follows.”

MESSAGE TO KARLSLAND TOP COMMAND STOP

WORD RECEIVED OF NEROI GUSTAV STOP

STRATEGIC BOMBER GROUPS DISPATCHED MAJOR J M STEWART COMMAND STOP

BLASKOWITZ DEPLOYING AIR SQUADRONS STOP

ETA FIVE HOURS STOP

Daisy quirks her brow. “How come ya gotta say Stop?”

“Because it is used in the place of a period,” you explain as you fold the message up.

General Heinrici nods. “Very good, Sergeant. And with elements of the 1st Armored Division along with Venezian Infantry and Armored Divisions arriving behind them, we should stand a decent chance.” He crosses his arms, apparently still a bit wary. “Still however, with the Looted Gustav, K-2 has a habit of thickening armor on any tanks it absorbs. We assume the Schwerer Gustav will be no different. I assume there is some form of weakness we can exploit?”

Well…

> “No.”
> “I’m unsure of the weakness.”
> “There should be one!”
> Write in

>>34602580
>> “I’m unsure of the weakness.”
>> “There should be one!”

>>34602580
> “There should be one!”
> “I’m unsure of the weakness.”
I don't know what it is though, we kinda had to cheese it before we got caught

>>34602580
> “I’m unsure of the weakness.”
It's a giant fuckall cannon, so... yeah. I doubt it's limited to rails anymore.

> Something actually attracted the attention of Liberion Signal Corps, but they were too late to recruit you before your action at the Academy.
What, Liberion is poaching witches from different countries?

>>34602632
>What, Liberion is poaching witches from different countries?
During war times you take who you can get

Rolled 19, 19 = 38 (2d20)

>>34602580
>> “I’m unsure of the weakness.”
NOT EVERYTHING IS EZPZ

>>34602580
>> “I’m unsure of the weakness.”

>>34602580
>>> “I’m unsure of the weakness.”

>>34602580
>> “I’m unsure of the weakness.”

> “I’m unsure of the weakness.”

You shrug. “I’m afraid I don’t know anything about a weakness for it, sir. There should be one, all Neuroi do but-“

“Hive K-2 is not like most Neuroi,” says General Heinrici. “It’s taken lessons from Warlock, Africa, and other areas to better its units. O-7 is somewhat the same way. I suppose the two outcasts of the Neuroi banding together makes some amount of sense, but that’s irrelevant.”

You grit your teeth, the constant tapping and clicking continuing to bang against your head like little tiny hammers.

General Heinrici gestures to Captain Kelly. “Captain Kelly. You’re familiar with O-7’s types, correct?”

“Yes sir,” says Captain Kelly confidently. “Insectoid, usually take after beetles or armored insects like scorpions, centipedes, millipedes, and hornets sir. The Shimada Corps in the Ghangzhou Theatre encounter similar ones from G-2 and G-9.”

“Easy to kill?”

Burnie nods violently. “They burn like tissue paper, sir!”

“Indeed, we’ve found that flamethrowers are quite effective in halting their generation, buy the infantry and tanks time to find a weakness. Back in the Ostmark, we usually armed every 5th man with some sort of flame projector like a fire bottle or a lend-lease flamethrower,” says Captain Kelly. Precise to the point, exactly what you’d expect from a Britannian Engineer.

“Well said,” says General Heinrici. “Alright. You girls go prepare your Strikers. Orders will come soon.”

“Yes sir!”

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[2/2]

…

…

“Schnell!” The Flak Tower is ablaze with activity. Over the loudspeakers, an Officer yells out instructions. “The Invaders are closing in! Report to action stations, await further orders!” Soldiers start arming themselves with whatever they have, women and children are ushered into the Flak Tower, and tanks roll through the lot to the front.

A makeshift airfield has been lain out for the Striker Units, where you all begin flight checks. You check over your Kingcobra Striker Unit. A lovely model. Faster than your older Airacobra, more powerful, and more comfortable. It is like wearing thigh highs rather wearing giant engines on your legs.

Carla walks over to you, carrying a huge bundle of explosives. “Here you go, Rookie!”

You blink. “Pardon?”

She drops the bundle. Out flow Stielhandgranate with multiple grenade heads wrapped around by wire: Bundle grenades. It also comes with various anti-tank grenades, mortar rounds wired around each other with a simple fuse, and what look to be bottles with gasoline inside of them. “I figure if we’re going to attack a giant armored beast, we’re going to need a lot of firepower.”

> “Splendid. I’d love to be a giant bomb.”
> “No thank you, Carla.”
> “I suppose I can, thank you.”
> Write in

>>34603025
>> “I suppose I can, thank you.”
Let's be super careful though

>>34603025
>> “Splendid. I’d love to be a giant bomb.”

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>>34603025
> “I suppose I can, thank you.”
It's the thought that counts. Why, we can just add it to the extra ammo, radios, binoculars, and such that we're carrying! No sweat!

... Our life sucks.

>>34603025
>> “Splendid. I’d love to be a giant bomb.”

We tankbusta now?

>>34603025
> “Splendid. I’d love to be a giant bomb."

>>34603025
> “Splendid. I’d love to be a giant bomb.”
The snark's coming out of the walls!

>>34603025
>> “Splendid. I’d love to be a giant bomb.”

We're the bomb

>>34603025
>>> “Splendid. I’d love to be a giant bomb.”

> “Splendid. I’d love to be a giant bomb.”

You smirk a little. “Splendid, Carla. I’d love to be a giant bomb.”

“Great!” She starts packing the explosives onto you before you can react. The weight of the SCR-300, the smoke grenades, the actual grenades and artillery ordnance, the flare gun, your sidearm, are darn near buckling you sideways. And this is before you get your M2 and the ammunition for that! Goodness!

You grit your teeth, trying to move under the weight of it all without having to resort to your magic. “Need some help?” asks Carla innocently.

You shake your head. “No no, Carla. You go on ahead!” Carla grins, patting you on the back and nearly topping you over. Then she goes over to help Karen with her explosives.

Oh goodness, you’re going to have a back like an old woman before this day is done.

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[2/2]

At that, you sigh. Looking around, you see Captain Kelly’s crew huddled around a map of the area, hashing things out, Bohater sitting atop Burnie’s shoulders.

Your own Squadron are out, making the last checks on their Strikers. Except for Graf and Commander Bucholz. They’re busy discussing something over by the Commander’s Strikers.

“Commander, this is very important to me.” Graf is apparently pleading? “This is my homeland. The Schwerer Gustav in the hands of the Neuroi could glass the entire country. I beg you, let me lead my own attack on it, to find a weakness on my own.”

Commander Bucholz sighs. “Lieutenant, I have faith in your abilities except your leadership. Your promotion to Lieutenant does not mean you are ready to lead anything larger than a squad, it means there is potential for you. Our squadron will advance as a whole, no more, no less.”

“But-“

“It is my Fatherland is well,” she says. “That will be that, Lieutenant.”

Graf, for the first time in your life that you’ve witnessed, looks sullen. She nods only a little, then leaves to prepare her Striker. Commander Bucholz sighs then returns to her own duties.

> Prepare your Striker
> Talk to a Witch (Specify)
> Rest until things get rolling
> Write in

>>34603504
>> Prepare your Striker

>>34603504
> Prepare your Striker

>>34603504
> Prepare your Striker
> Talk to a Witch (Graf)
We can at least reassure her, tell her we'll take down the Gustav

>>34603504
> Prepare your Striker
Do we still have the Kingcobra Striker?

>>34603620
>You check over your Kingcobra Striker Unit

Yes

>>34603504
> Prepare your Striker

> Prepare your Striker

You wash a rag over your Striker, cleaning it and keeping it shiny and nice. Perhaps the Commander will notice this!

“Oh, Sergeant! Your Striker Unit is impeccable!”

“Yes, Commander! I keep it in tip-top shape, unlike Hermine Graf!”

“Oh, Sergeant! I love you! Use your skilled hands to make me feel like a woman!”

“YES COMMANDER-“

“Rookie.”

You snap out of your Commander-induced imagination and look back to see Daphne and Vera. Vera says, “We are here to wish you good luck and to be careful.”

“Thanks!” You smile at them, dropping from the scaffold and standing eye to eye with them, at least with Daphne. Vera is an entirely different story. “I appreciate it you two. Vera, I honestly have not done much with you other than occasionally accompany you on your night watch-“

“And that is enough for me,” says Vera. “Enough for me to allow you to be my wingman!” You being her wingman, that is cute.

Daphne “Foobs” Fairbanks smiles. “Well, darling. I must say, this is probably going to be one of our biggest actions of the war.” Her smile drops, going to hug herself as she looks nervously at the stormclouds gathering in the horizon. “I must say, I am nervous.”

> “Don’t be.”
> “We’re all nervous.”
> “I’ll buy you a round when we get back, okay?”
> Write in

>>34603504
> Prepare your striker

>>34603955
> “Don’t be.”
> “I’ll buy you a round when we get back, okay?”

>>34603955
>> “I’ll buy you a round when we get back, okay?”

>>34603955
>> “We’re all nervous.”
>> “I’ll buy you a round when we get back, okay?”
It's okay Graf

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>>34603955
> “We’re all nervous.”

>>34603955
>> “We’re all nervous.”
>> “I’ll buy you a round when we get back, okay?”

>>34603955
> “I’ll buy you a round when we get back, okay?”

> “We’re all nervous.”
> “I’ll buy you a round when we get back, okay?”

You place your hand on Daphne’s shoulder. “We’re all nervous, and when everyone is nervous, no one is!” That’s not entirely the truth but it’s the best you’ve got. “Stick through it, Daphne, alright? I’ll buy you a drink or something when we get back.”

Daphne pouts a bit. “Will it be non-alcoholic?”

“Yes, it’ll be non-alcoholic,” you say happily. “I assure you. Water or cola.”

Daphne beams at that. “Righto! Looking forward to it then!” With that, she nods to you, then leaves.

Vera says, “I too will look forward to it!” She also turns to leave. “Do svdidanya!”

You grin a bit, looking to your Striker. Perhaps if your career keeps like this, you will be upgraded to an experiment Jet Striker! Oh, that will be exquisite!

“Everyone, gather around!” Commander Bucholz grabs your attention. “It is time for the planning phase!”

[1/2]

>>34604544
[2/2]

…

…

“According to reconnaissance, the Looted Schwerer Gustav is hidden underneath a gigantic armored shell, which splits in half for firing. The shell itself is bristling with captured anti-aircraft guns, repurposed as laser weaponry. To add to that, the propulsion in the form of large treads are also rather formidable crushers. In short, the Looted Gustav is nothing to shake a stick at, it’s a Neuroi Capital on wheels.

“The Plan is thus,” says Captain Kelly as she goes over a top-down sketch of it. “The Tank Witches will attack the shell, with the Air Witches handling the AA emplacements. If those things turn in to us, we’re deadmeat.”

“Hold on,” says Rachel. “How are y’all gonna hit the shell?”

“Simple,” says Commander Bucholz. “We’ll carry them in.”

…

“Oh come on!” yells Doc. “We’re not that heavy!”

Captain Kelly smirks, giggling a bit. “Righto then. It’s only the five of us, so you’re free to pick.”

Commander Bucholz nods. “I’ll have my strongest Witches carry you in.” She looks at you, expectantly. “Sergeant, who will you carry in?”

> “Skip” – Churchill IV AVRE
> “Burnie” – M4A3 Crocodile
> “Jeb” – M5A1 Stuart
> “Doc” – StuG III Ausf. G
> “Bohater” – Sherman VC Firefly
> “Can I not?”

>>34604572
>> “Burnie” – M4A3 Crocodile

We're already hauling explosives, so why not be flammable?

>>34604572
> “Burnie” – M4A3 Crocodile
Yo croc I heard you like spats so this witch is wearing spats while wearing spats.

>>34604572
> “Burnie” – M4A3 Crocodile
BURNIE!

>>34604572
> “Burnie” – M4A3 Crocodile

>>34604572
>“Skip” – Churchill IV AVRE
AVRE WITCH BEST WITCH.

>>34604572
> “Doc” – StuG III Ausf. G

>>34604572
>> “Doc” – StuG III Ausf. G

STUG LIFE

>>34604572
>“Bohater” – Sherman VC Firefly
The Good Butt Alliance shall ride once more!

>>34604572
>> “Bohater” – Sherman VC Firefly
The mute cutie

>>34604572
>> “Bohater” – Sherman VC Firefly

>>34605009
I just realized, if Bohater knows morse code we could totally talk to her

>>34604572
>“Bohater” – Sherman VC Firefly

> “Burnie” – M4A3 Crocodile

You look nervously at Burnie. “Um, Sergeant Coalhearth?” She looks at you, surprised. “I can carry you if you’d like-“

Burnie immediately hugs you tight. “Ah, that’s real sweet of ya!” You look down at her breasts, they’re almost as big as the Commander’s you think. You briefly wonder if you’ve actually made the best choice ever. “You and me are gonna be tighter than horses in a glue factory!” That made no sense whatsoever but you’re going to assume it means something good.

“Right,” says Commander Bucholz.

Graf raises her hand. “I’ll take Doc then. Fellow Karlslander after all.”

Daphne smiles. “I’ll take Jeb.”

“And I’ll take Bohater,” says Carla. “She’s as adorable and cute as Karen I would say anyway.” Karen looks on, a bit jealously. Carla looks back at her, to which she say immediately says, “BUT I’M LYING JUST TO MAKE HER FEEL BETTER! Don’t worry, don’t worry!” Karen grins again, happy.

“Then who will carry me?” says Captain Kelly.

…

“Oh come on!” says Captain Kelly. “No one? M- My Striker isn’t that heavy! It’s not even the VII model!”

Rachel and Daisy roll their eyes. “We’ll carry ya,” says Daisy. Captain Kelly huffs, crossing her arms. She’s indignant at having to be carried by TWO witches it seems.

> Help Burnie into her Striker
> Select another Tank Witch to carry (Who?)
> Talk to a Witch (Specify)
> Write in

>>34604572
> “Burnie” – M4A3 Crocodile

>>34605110
> Help Burnie into her Striker
> Talk to a Witch (Burnie)
Compliment her spats and her spats

I just realized we're carrying a flamethrower witch while carrying a butt ton of explosives

>>34605110
> Help Burnie into her striker.
God, Rookie, you're as much of a slut as Daphne. Bucholz is best choice!

>>34605110
>Help Burnie into her Striker
> Talk to a Witch (Burnie)

Try to gauge the exact measure of her insanity.

>>34603986
Going with this too.

>>34605202
Some witches just want to see the world burn.

>>34605110
Rookie is a fucking slut isn't she

>>34605110
> Help Burnie into her Striker

>>34605110
> Help Burnie into her Striker

>>34605110
> Help Burnie with her Burnies

> Help Burnie into her Striker

“Alright. Once the Tank Witches are in place, we wait for them to burn a hole through the armor, and into the core. Once the Schwerer Gustav is down, the rest of the Neuroi should be simple work for our combined arms. Let’s get everything together,” says Commander Bucholz.

With that, you and Burnie head to her Striker. The standard Sherman M4A3 Striker is not so big, it was her special trailer that she tugged around like a backpack that was interesting. “So… what’s with that?” you ask.

“Hey, fuel isn’t unlimited,” she says as she loads an Einstossflammenwerfer 46 onto her Striker leg. “Though I also gots the standard 75 just in case things get personal ya know?” You nod at that. “Great, now help me in!”

You point to her Striker Unit. “Can’t you do it yourself?”

“Ehehe~…” Burnie scratches her chin, flashing her fangs in a scary smile as she says, “Why do it when I have cute girls to do it for me?” You roll your eyes at that. She did call you cute but this girl clearly isn’t well-adjusted. “Come on!”

“Fine.” You grab her by the hips, then hoist her up. She flexes her legs a bit, then carefully slots them into the Striker Units. They sputter and roar exhaust fumes into your face. You cough, waving the smoke away as Burnie puts her goggles on. “Goodness, what’s with the smoke?”

“What, you don’t smoke?” she yells over the engine. She quickly pulls out a cigarette, then pulls up her flamethrower. With the pilot light, she sparks it up and hands the lit cigarette to you. “Here! You ain’t had a smoke until you had it lit by an M2!”

> “Okay, I guess.”
> “No thanks.”
> Write in

>>34605580
>> “No thanks.”
Burnie is so lewd

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>>34604632
>>34605176
You guys will never live that down

>>34605580
>> “Okay, I guess.”

>>34605676
>You guys will never live that down
Never that was funny as shit

>>34605580
>> “Okay, I guess.”

>>34605580
> "No thanks."
Rookie is too pure to smoke.

>>34605580
> “Okay, I guess.”
Time to cough!

>>34605580
>“No thanks.”

>>34605676
Nice pic, Rookie is super lovely, isn't she

Shame about her being a huge snitch

>>34605580
> “Okay, I guess.”

>>34605761
Hence why I gave her expression a hint of smugness.

>>34605857
The perfect amount.

> “Okay, I guess.”

Hmph. You suppose all the ladies are doing it these days. You’ve even seen McCawlay and Daisy smoke a few times. It could not hurt, right? You reach out for the cigarette-

“Wait!” Burnie pulls the cigarette back, then brings it up to her lips and takes a drag from it. “Ah…” Smoke puffs from her mouth, blissfully. “Calms the nerves.” She hands it to you then. “There you go.”

… You’re suddenly feeling less receptive to it but okay. You take the cigarette, then press it up to your lips and suck-

OH JEEZ AGH OH THAT BURNS

You cough, spitting onto the ground. Burnie laughs. “Ehehe~! You little bitch! Can’t even take a smoke.” She reaches down and grabs the cigarette from you. “Tell you what though, I still respect ya. You and me’s gonna roast Roy on a spit and have him for dinner!”

Ugh… your throat. You shouldn’t have done that.

> Go to your Striker
> See if anyone else needs help
> Talk to a Witch (Specify)
> Write in

>>34605913
>> Go to your Striker
>Indirect kissu
Burnie is a sly girl

>>34605913
>> See if anyone else needs help

>>34605913
> Go to your Striker

>>34605913
>Go to your Striker

As I see it, Rookie is now carrying:
>her standard Witch equipment (HMG + ammo)
>heavy radio stuff
>a lot of extra ammo (for the other Witches?)
>heavy explosive stuff
>another Witch, herself carrying her own equipment

I know about carrying the team, but this is ridiculous.

>>34605913
> Go to your Striker

THE TIME IS FOR ACTION

>>34605930
She took Rook's first kiss!

>>34606050
Rookie stronk

>>34605913
>See if anyone else needs help
Rookie is a good girl

>>34605913
> See if anyone else needs help
then
> Go to your Striker

> Go to your Striker

You run over to your Striker, briefly contemplating if you should go back to the Airacobra. The Airacobra has been there for you since the Academy action, rarely failed you except when it came to playing catch up at high-altitude. Oh well, another time Airacobra. It’s all about the King now.

You step up and slip your bare legs into the Striker. At a touch, the runes appear, signaling the activation. Your tailfeathers pop out your collarbone, and your ears twitch as they rise from your head. You grab your M2 and throw on the bandolier of .50 Caliber ammo, and a satchel of explosives.

All in all, you probably weigh more than a tank right now.

The rest of the Wing starts slipping into their Strikers. Maintenance personnel wave and cheer you all on as you assemble. Commander Bucholz yells, “Alright! Assemble on me! Those who have a Witch to grab, grab one!”

You grab onto Burnie’s underarms. “Alright, are you ready?” you ask.

She grins madly. “Ehehe~… born ready. Let’s go!”

You lift off.

… two metres. You immediately head back down and set her down. That’s heavy, that’s very VERY heavy. “Ah, come on!” says Burnie. “Y’ain’t even trying!”

> “Shut up!”
> “I’m doing my best!”
> “Ah screw this, someone else carry her!”
> Write in

>>34606530
>> DO THE IMPOSSIBLE, SEE THE INVISIBLE

>>34606530
>> “Shut up!”
Do fucking better
Or drop some stuff

>>34606530

>DUMP THE EXPLOSIVES

>>34606530
Dramatic last-minute rolling takeoff?
Or STOVL. Ski-jump for Witches?

>>34606530
Pass off some of our extra equipment to someone that isn't lifting a Witch

>>34606530
>“Shut up!”
Channel your inner (future) C-5 Galaxy

>>34606530
> “Shut up!”

>>34606596
>Ski-jump

Britbong pls

>>34606530
>“Shut up!”

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>>34606530

> “I’m doing my best!”

At this rate, we're going to go at Vera miles per hour.

...So that's what she meant by us being her wingman. She knew.

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>>34606530
>> Write in

>>34606854
Haha, nice.

>>34606854
Super fucking good

I hope Burnie doesn't steal our trousers mid-flight, I'm lying I hope she does

>>34606854
Comfortable, yes. Aerodynamic, though...

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>>34606854

>you will never have Rookie's bum as a pillow as you fly

>>34606530
> “I’m doing my best!”

>>34606854
Is she licking Rookie's butt?

Not that I wouldn't

>>34606854
Keep being based, dude.

>>34606854
Tres bien. Though, it only solidifies Rook's sluttish image, those easy removable side ties panties...

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>>34606994

I think that's supposed to be drool.

So technically she's drooling on Rookie's butt.

>>34607014
>those easy removable side ties panties
Literally the best decision in this quest

>>34607038
How droll. She should clean that up. With her tongue.

> “Shut up!”

“Shut up, you!” you yell. “Would you rather walk?!” Burnie grins up at you. “Stop looking at me!”

You put all the energy you can into flight. Shields, inherent magic, weaponry magic, EVERYTHING. ALL POWER TO THE ENGINES. Finally, you achieve flight. Engineers and technicians on the ground disperse as the sheer wind and dust you kick up starts turning into a mini tornado.

“Wooo!” screams Burnie. “I shoulda been an Air Witch! This is crazy!”

Oh jeez.

…

…

You assume formation with the Strike Witches. Right in front of you closing in from a few kilometers is the looted Schwerer Gustav. It’s like a giant tortoise without a head, bristling with guns. Behind it are several dozen flying large-types, and behind them is a black cloud of small-types. Butchers you’d guess. Below you, the regulars begin their charge at the enemy. Sdkfz 222s, 234s, and half-tracks charge through the farmlands and the brush, with the tanks following behind them.

“This will be a diversionary assault,” says General Heinrici over the radio. “As soon as the Tank Witches are in play, anyone who isn’t a witch fall back to defensive positions.”

“Jawohl!” yells the Radio Operators. Below you are several Panzergrenadier units, Fallschirmjaeger, Volksgrenadiers, and various other mixed units. Commander Bucholz must be worried, her brother is probably down there.

Still though, none of that matters. Because BURNIE IS STILL HEAVY.

“Ah, come on!” yells Burnie. “We’re at the back of the pack! Rushie up there is faster than us!”

You sigh. Only a few more minutes.

> Get into the Action
> “Do you want me to just drop you now?”
> Talk to a Witch (Specify)
> Write in

>>34607105
>THROW HER AT THE ENEMY

>>34607105
> Talk to Burnie (Would you kindly stop drooling on my butt? I picked this pair to impress the Commander!)

>>34607105
>> Get into the Action

>>34607105
>> Get into the Action
Get her in there

>>34607105
> Get into the Action

>>34607105
>Get into the Action
Afterburners at full blast.

Also, how much of a thing were SEAD missions in WW2?

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>>34606530
>tailfeathers pop out your collarbone

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>>34607233

>>34607233
She's turning on her swag, we, WEP.

>>34607268
>COLLARBONE

>>34607233
>>34607268
I think he meant tailbone.

>>34607290
>>34607233
Typo. Tailbone.

> mfw i never took human anatomy in high school.

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>>34607290
>>34607292

Yeah... Braindurrrrp

> Get into the Action

Alright, few minutes are up! You can see ground-types opening up on the regulars down below.

The lasers start shooting between you all. The heat radiates, and then you realize you have no shields because you’re putting everything into flight magic. A laser comes right at you.

Only for Burnie to block it with her own, more powerful shield. “Ha! Saved your life!” Ugh, what a peasant she is!

“We need an opening!” yells Captain Kelly over the radio. “Bohater, give us an opening!” You look to your left, Carla and Bohater flying next to you. Bohater charges her gigantic 17-Pounder Anti-Neuroi rifle and aims.

“Hey, wait!” yells Carla. “What’s the recoil-“ The two suddenly spin and flip out of control with Bohater’s shot. The shot flies right into K-2, blasting several Neuroi emplacements apart. The dent it created is easily regenerated, the guns are not. “AH! THAT WAS-“ She recovers, still managing to hold onto Bohater. “THAT WAS SOMETHING.”

“There’s our hole!” yells Commander Bucholz. “Drop the Witches there!”

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>>34607461
[2/2]

You dive down on it. Rachel and Daisy are ahead of you, and immediately let go of Captain Kelly. She brings her shields up and slams right into a gun emplacement, crushing it. “Come on you blokes! We got a war to win!”

You drop Burnie next. She lands right behind Captain Kelly and immediately blasts several emplacements with flame. “Ehehe~, this is what I was made for! BURN! BUUUURRNN!”

Doc and Jeb are dropped down next. Jeb yells, “Get behind Burnie!” The two roll in behind Burnie and start firing away. Jeb puts out massive amounts of scattering shot with her Trench gun, slam-firing the weapon.

Last is Bohater, who crushes another emplacement under her shield and joins her witches.

“The Witches are in place!” you yell over the radio.

“Roger!” yells one of the ground operators. “We’re pulling back!”

“Witches!” Commander Bucholz starts planting precise shots on the emplacements. “Start doing as much damage as you can!”

> Go for the gun emplacements
> Cover the regulars’ retreat
> Try and blast a hole through the armor
> Write in

>>34607488
> Go for the gun emplacements
M2 jizzing time.

>>34607488
>> Go for the gun emplacements
Blast them

>>34607488
>Go for the gun emplacements
Dakka Dakka Dakka

>>34607488
> Cover the regulars’ retreat

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>>34607488

> Go for the gun emplacements

>>34607488
>Go for the gun emplacements
All power to primary weapons.

>>34607488
>> Try and blast a hole through the armor
Get rid of these fucking bombs already.

>>34607488
>> Go for the gun emplacements
Wild Weasel.

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Uh, someone is actually running this quest >>34601754

>>34607796
Yes, and? Why did you need to inform us of this?

>>34607796
>Dat pic
Heh

>>34607821

Because LGA?

>>34607840
Not seeing any connection between them outside of being GuP quests.

>>34607796

For those viewing from the archives someone is running a Trap Und Panzer, in which a trap joins a school-ship to do tankery.

>>34607937

Because that is the connection.

> Go for the gun emplacements

Right, now that Burnie’s off your hands, you divert power back to their usual places. In this case, you devote at least a third of your power to the weapons. The M2 Browning HMG .50 Caliber, used mostly against light vehicles and aircraft as well as a general HMG. You fire, spraying the ammo all over the emplacements. One explodes, another detaches from the shell, exploding upon impact with the ground, and a third packs up and runs away.

Vera laughs. “Haha! Suck on this, zakhvatchik!” She drops a pair of RPG-6 grenades down upon the Gustav’s armored shell. They explode, creating dents and cracks into the armor.

“We’re making progress!” yells Captain Kelly. You look down to see her and her Witches blindly firing at the shell. Burnie in particular is actually pretty close, having forged a giant hole huge enough that only her head pops out. “I think we’ll have this thing open very soon, but don’t warm up the kettle just yet!”

“Roger!” you say. “Just-“

Crack. The shell starts splitting half. A huge ray of light comes from within. Uh oh. It’s opening.

“Oh.” Captain Kelly grunts. “Well. Nevermind. Turns out we didn’t need to.”

[1/2]

So what you'd call tankery using Striker unit, Strikery?

>>34608017
“Get out of there!” you yell. “Commander!” You get her attention as she focuses down on some passing Large-types flying overhead. “The Gustav is opening!”

Commander Bucholz looks down to see the shell unfolding like the wings of a beetle. The gigantic gun, now black and red in Neuroi livery, rises out of it, turned downwards. You hear the faint hissing of what you think is a charge up.

“I think it’s about to fire!” yells Rachel.

“Everyone, fall back!” You look down. The regulars are screwed, they’ll never get out of there.

“NO!” Graf flies past you. What. You look down to see Graf flying down to the end of the barrel. She can’t possibly be.

She flies up to the barrel and projects a shield, a thick shield.

… oh boy.

> “Get out of there, Graf!”
> “Commander, do something!”
> Rush down and push her out of the way
> Write in

>>34608040
>> Rush down and push her out of the way, drop your bombs inside the shell, close to the Gustuv.
This is straight up suicidal of Graf.

>>34608040
> Toss all of those explosives down the shaft.
Meh.

>>34608078
This

>>34608040
>> Rush down and push her out of the way

Goddammit Graf

>>34608040
Go fucking help her, drop the bomb down the barrel too

>>34608040
>> Write in
Bomb the fucker before it can fire. Then back Graf up with another shield in case that don't work.

>>34608040
>Write in
Pull ace combat here. Push Graf outta the way, Shot into the barrel.

>>34608078

supporting is as well

>>34608078
Seems reasonable.

>>34608040
Gonna back >>34608078

>>34608078
nthing this.
We were loaded down with explosives for a reason.

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>>34608078
> Gogogogogogo!

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>>34608078
>>34608099
>>34608124
>>34608159
Not a bad plan, but I think you should leave Graf there: she can soak up the blast from the explosives going off, as opposed to possibly getting hurt from it.

>>34608101
> Goddammit Graf
Well, if she doesn't make it then she dies as she lived: a mess of a character. Only she'd be a literal mess instead of a figurative one.

>>34608236
>that filename
Yoshika conserves her badassery for when she needs it.

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>>34608236

German pls

We don't hate her enough to want her to die.

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>>34608342
I just don't care enough about her to want her to die.

>>34608342
Not to disagree with yoou, but I'm sure there actually are people here who do.

>>34608331

I bet you feel goddamn sikky

> Rush down and push her out of the way
> Write in

You rush downwards. “Sergeant! What are you doing!?” yells Commander Bucholz.

Something you’re probably going to regret. You pull yourself from your bag of explosives and come rushing at Graf. She only has a second to look up at you before you sack her of her position in front of the barrel. The force blows her right to the ground. Good. She’s safe.

“Rookie!” yells Rachel.

You toss the explosives up the barrel as it points down to you. You can feel the heat emanating, like being stuck in an oven. Time to get out.

The barrel pops, only creating a few holes. Ah, that did not go as well as you hoped. The Cannon erupts, spewing a huge beam. The holes scatter more lasers into the sky and into the air, spreading your witches out. The beam shotguns out further, exploding across the ground, barely missing most of the ground forces as they retreat.

That was close.

You fly down to Graf, who’s busy nursing a bruise on her head as she lies in a pile of branches, leaves, and dirt. She looks up at you, surprised.

> “What were you thinking!?”
> “Gee, nice idea.”
> Slap her
> Write in

>>34608412
>> Slap her
>> “What were you thinking!?”

>>34608412
> “What were you thinking!?”

>>34608383
>>34608384

On a personal level, I actually don't mind Graf.

>>34608412

> “What were you thinking!?”
> Slap her
> Hug

>>34608412
> Slap her
> “What were you thinking!?”

>>34608412
>“What were you thinking!?”

>>34608412
> “What were you thinking!?”
> Slap her
> Don't cry
We don't want you to die stupid

>>34608412
> “What were you thinking!?”

>>34608412
>> Slap her
>> “What were you thinking!?”

Good, good. Hit the officer so there will be "punishment" later.

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>>34608473

Oh, anon, only you could be so lewd.

>>34608412
>> “What were you thinking!?”
She was thinking about how to be an interesting character. Didn't work.

>>34608412
>“Gee, nice idea.”
Dumbass heroics is Rookie's job!

>>34608412
>> “What were you thinking!?”
>> Slap her
>> Hug

>>34608678
Hugs work

> Slap her
> “What were you thinking!?”

You give her a sharp slap across the cheek, again surprising her. It’s hard enough to leave a red imprint of your hand across her face. “Wh-what did you do that for!?” she yells. She looks about ready to burst into tears.

“What were you thinking!?” you yell. “You could have died!”

She huffs. “And you of all people decide to save me?”

“Oh don’t give me that, you know how important you are to people!?” you shout. “If we lose a witch, we’ll never make back that loss, and I certainly wouldn’t forgive myself if I just let you die!”

“Sergeant!”

Graf glares at you. “Well maybe you should let me fight and die for my Fatherland like an actual soldier would! Unlike you who just runs around chasing skirts and playing the hero all the time!”

You gasp. “Me play the hero? That’s coming from the girl who’s wearing her Ritterkreuz on her neck at all times. Wouldn’t want you to grow an Iron throat or something!”

[1/2]

>>34608689
Why? She doesn't get a hug for being a dumbass.

>>34608712
Oh my

>>34608712
[2/2]

“SERGEANT!” You both look up to see Commander Bucholz and the rest of the 509th busy with the arriving escort Neuroi. “Get back up here and fight!”

You grit your teeth. Oh boy. You and Graf nod to each other. This can wait. You begin to-

You’re knocked out of the sky, landing flat on your ass as a Neuroi towers over you.

>>=[| Hive O-7 Ace! |]=<<
>>=[| Menelaus the Impaler |]=<<

It roars a mechanical and clicking roar at you, revealing a sharp row of piercing tools and a single red eye at you. You hold your hands over your head. This is gonna hurt!

Graf knocks Menelaus off. It flies right into a tree, recovering quickly and skittering to a more cautious posture. Its stinger tail rises from its shell and points at you both. You and Graf raise your weapons, ready to fight.

Only for another Ace to arrive behind you.

>>=[| Hive K-2 Ace! |]=<<
>>=[| Glaucus the Devourer |]=<<

Glaucus appears to have absorbed an Sdkfz 234 on his way in, its 50mm gun now repurposed into a double barreled shotgun. The wheels have been replaced with eight spindly legs. You don’t even want to know what happened to the crew.

> Go after Galucus
> Go after Menelaus
> Team up with Graf against one (Which?)
> Write in

>>34608715

People do stupid things when their upset anon.

>>34608732
>> Go after Menelaus
We have a bone to pick with you fucker

>>34608732

> Team up with Graf against one (Menelaus)

>>34608732
>> Go after Galucus
Kill the shooty one first.

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>>34608732
> Go after Galucus
> No teaming up, or at least team up with someone else. Vera, maybe.

>>34608712
> Graf glares at you. “Well maybe you should let me fight and die for my Fatherland like an actual soldier would! Unlike you who just runs around chasing skirts and playing the hero all the time!”
... What the shit is this? Is she honestly fucking jealous? German, please tell me she's bipolar and hasn't been medicated, because this is getting ridiculous.

>>34608781
>What the shit is this? Is she honestly fucking jealous?
I think it was more a reaction to the slapping bit.

>>34608820
It's looking more like German determines her personality each thread by rolling a d20 and consulting a chart. That's the only way this is making sense anymore.

>>34608732
>Team up with Graf against one (Menelaus)
Glaucus is the swarmer, right? Probably going to need fire to deal with him.

>>34608820

Bullshit.

Anyone who pulls a stunt like that and you give them a good old slap they'll tear up because they realise how fucking stupid they were.

>>34608781
>>34608842

I think he bet his money on us letting her die, so he hasn't planned this far.

>>34608842
Or maybe she' been jealous all along and was just really good at covering it up? People are capable of that, you know.

>>34608732
>> Team up with Graf against one (Which?)
Menelaus

>>34608732
>> Go after Menelaus
Aw not these motherfuckers again...

>>34608867
Except that doesn't even begin to make sense with how German's been saying he planned her. Added to this suddenly suicidal lead the charge bullshit, and... fuck, I don't even care.

... I dunno, maybe she's actually a Neuroi plant whose brain's been fried. That would be the most interesting thing about her if it were true.

>>34608867
I can kinda see it, she's the talented German ace, but her homeland and maybe even family are still gone and no-one actually seems to like her as a person. We're the tryhard who hasn't really lost anything and everyone seems to actually be fond of us.

>>34608732
>> Team up with Graf against one (Menelaus)

>>34608915
Maybe. I was actually writing something to that effect except I stopped halfway through because even I thought it was being too mean to Graf.

>>34608915

Are we really a tryhard? I'd think we're quite the opposite.

>>34608866
>Anyone who pulls a stunt like that and you give them a good old slap they'll tear up because they realise how fucking stupid they were.

You're not factoring in the heat of combat, a sergeant hitting a superior in front of everyone, and possible jealousy.

>>34608973

That as well.

I still think it is she's kinda shocked at Rookie's reaction, in a sort of fucked up way, this is the only time that Rookie has shown at the least, that she cares for Graf.

Rookie's given no affection to Graf, AFAIK.

>>34608940
She's isolated by her talent, we're the beloved brown nosing school queen. Fuck. It's a reversal. She's the protagonist, we're the bitchy girl who gets turned around a few eps in by the power of friendship.

>>34608944
The ojou-sama thing we do, how our time at the academy has been described, the constant 'heroics' that in a worse light would look like glory-hounding.

>>34609036
Meh. Less affection more seeing the bigger picture plus not wanting to feel guilty about letting a witch die.

>>34609039
So Graf is one of those protagonists that you kind of stop paying attention to in favor of the rest of the cast? Good to know.

> Team up with Graf against one (Menelaus)

You pat Graf on the shoulder. “Go after the sharp one. I’ll cover you.”

She nods, quickly reloading both of her MG-81zs. You both rush at Menelaus, leaving Glaucus in the dust. Graf’s MGs rip and tear at Menelaus’ hide, forcing him back into a tree. Perfect. You generate a shield, hard enough to stop anything and press it down against Menelaus, forcing it against the tree. It pops its legs out around the magic, poking and slicing away at you, ineffectually.

“Hermine!” you yell. Graf pulls up her shield, doubling down on Menelaus. It shrieks as you can feel everything in its body start crushing and pressing.

Then the tree snaps in half. Your shields fly and dissipate into the wind. Menelaus flips end over end, landing in the grass, hurt and writhing. Time to finish-

Glaucus lands in front of you both. You fly out of the way. Just in time before it blasts the ground where you were. Graf generates a new shield, spinning it up to high speeds. Like a Frisbee, she tosses it at his legs, slicing them off and sending the body to the ground. Glaucus pops away from the 234, letting the hull turn to ash. It forms into a cloud of angry swarming little units with a core somewhere in there.

“How the hell do we beat that!?” yells Graf.

> “We don’t! Run!”
> “Improvise!”
> “Call for help!”
> Write in

>>34609088
>anime in a nutshell

>>34609039

Sure, but I'd say we're the one who doesn't put the same level of work in as Graf.

As in, we put less in, but get more out, in contrast to Graf.

>>34609056

That's what I mean, Graf wasn't even expecting that level of care from Rookie.

>>34609109
>> “Call for help!”
>> Write in
""BURNIEEEEE

>>34609109
> “Improvise!”

>>34609109
>“Call for help!”
Burn the mothafucka!

>>34609109
> "Call for help!"
> Get Vera to use a wide area of effect weapon to clear out the swarms.

>>34609109
> “Call for help!”
TIME TO WERF FLAMMEN!

>>34609139

Yes, summon flamethrower

>>34609109
>It forms into a cloud of angry swarming little units with a core somewhere in there.
> “Call for help!”
> "Burnie!"

Flame templates wreck swarms.

>>34609139
Seconding, we need the pyromaniac for this asshole.

>>34609171
... Or Burnie. Burnie works. She's a good girl.

>>34609109
> "Call for help!"
So when is our Neuroi friend going to show up and save our asses again?

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>>34609250
She's pouting because Burnie drooled over our ass. Plus she's probably smart enough to not pop in in the middle of a fight with a bunch of hostile witches.

>>34609274
Ten bucks say looks at Rookie while she sleeps.
Creepy yandere stalker ahoy.

>>34609274
I have only just noticed, they are eating tiny planes, and grilling tanks.

>>34609329
>those neuroi are actually massive
>the crewmen are still inside those tanks/planes

>>34609359
I-I'm sure they're just like those little tank cakes from GuP...

>>34609329

Extrapolate.

To what the blue plate of tidbits is.

>>34609383
>Jeeps

>>34609359
For one second, it reminded me of that Goosebumps story where giant ants rule the world and humans are put in giant glass boxes.

> “Call for help!”

“Call for help!” you yell.

…

Graf points to your walkie-talkie. Oh. Right. You grab the phone and yell, “We need help down here!”

And at that, a shining light comes down from the sky, silhouetted in the sun. In between you two they land. Bohater and Burnie. Burnie sits atop Bohater’s shoulders, grinning wildly. “I knew you can’t leave nothing to Air Witches! Let’s show them a thing or two, Bo!” Bohater nods, raising her 17-Pounder and firing.

Glaucus simply lets the shot fly through it, harmless. Burnie spews flames from her M2, laughing as Glaucus retreats, down to the ground like a rushing puddle of water. It flies right between blades of grass, between rocks, and other cracks and crevices. Burnie and Bohater continue their attack, burning up half the field just to kill it.

“It’s a slippery bastard!” yells Burnie.

“Kill it, kill it!” Graf flies up and gives Glaucus another barrage of 7.92 ammo. You back her up with your own M2. But Glaucus, in all his form, refuses to die.

And in fact, he closes in on Menelaus. “What’s he doing?” asks Graf. She stops firing.

Menelaus slowly recovers, cracking a leg back into place. Glaucus forms into a great big devouring swarm and swallows the Ace of O-7. What!? Menelaus can be seen writhing and struggling inside of Glaucus, attempting to cut himself free, before being swallowed hole.

Then Glaucus forms itself into a shiny and sleeker form of Menelaus. Two great big red eyes regard you all, and its stinger tail shines red.

>>=[| Looted Menelaus |]=<<

The Stinger tail projects a great beam of fire at you all, scattering you four. Bohater drops Burnie and fires again. The shot slices right through Glaucus, but in seconds, the hole is regenerated.

> Call for more help
> Keep attacking
> Run away
> Write in

>>34609419

wat

>>34609443
> Keep attacking.
We'll pierce it eventually. Three witches can take care of it.

>>34609443
>> Keep attacking
Super fuck

>>34609443
>> Keep attacking
This is some kind of bullshit right here.

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>>34609443
>> Keep attacking

>>34609443
>> Write in
>Concentrate on the tail.

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>>34609443

ATTACK WHILE THE TAIL'S UP

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>>34609597
Graf stop helping.

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>>34609443

There is only ever one vote option in a quest with witches.

Concentrate on the tail.

>>34609623

If we're going have Graf die, at least have her raped by Roy' first.

>>34609656
Hey, how ya doing Planefag?

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>>34609656
Oh hai there. Everybody's been concentrating on Rook's tail. Even when it's a collarbone.

>>34609661
Why do we want her dead? I'd prefer she just stay out of sight, out of mind. She can do her protagonist bullshit elsewhere.

>>34609443
>Keep attacking

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>>34609656
Quickly! Someone push the lid on top of him before he escapes!

> Keep attacking

You grit your teeth. “Focus on that tail!” You charge the bolt back and fire away at the tail. Graf and Bohater do the same. Glaucus scurries and skitters, staffing around you all trying to avoid the fire. Too late however, the tail sparks and explodes into flames. It starts to regenerate, but Burnie hops up to put an end to that.

“I’M GONNA EAT YOU LIKE A BURGER YOU ROY FUCK!” Burnie howls madly as she sprays liquid flame upon Glaucus. You can hear the Neuroi scream a distorted scream as it fends the flames off, retreating away.

“He’s reeling!” yells Graf. You and Graf quickly reload then continue your barrage of bullets. Glaucus then pulls right off of Menelaus, the body turning to ash. The cloud catches fire from Burnie, and it quickly flies away towards the Gustav. Graf quickly flies after it.

You look over at Menelaus. It shrivels up, its body starting dissipate into white mist.

>>=[| Hive O-7 Ace: Menelaus the Impaler |]=<<
>>=[| DEFEATED |]=<<

“Nice work!” says Burnie. “We’re not out of the woods yet!” She quickly climbs back onto Bohater’s shoulders. “Come on! We got a war to win!” They roll off towards battle.

You start flying back after Graf, to see dozens of Large-types fill the air with lasers and flak. Butchers fly in between them, zooming and booming you all with their smaller lasers. “Where’s Glaucus!” you yell.

“509th, form on me!” Commander Bucholz starts assembling the 509th. You’re only going to get through this thing together. “We need to take down the Gustav before it reloads again!”

[1/2]

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>>34609865
[2/2]

The gun barrel of the Gustav raises again. Graf yells, “I think I might know a weakness!” You all look to her. “The Rookoie did this earlier, if we can smash the gun barrel right as it fires, we might be able to destroy it whole!”

“It might fire in a few minutes!” yells Carla. “We’re all out of explosives anyway!”

“Calling, calling.” You grab the phone. Someone’s calling. “Anyone on this frequency. This is Task Force Yorktown and Task Force Camden, moving in from the East.” You all look up to see the silhouettes of bombers, Liberators and Lancasters. “Anyone down there?”

You know that voice. “Major Stewart! It’s good to see you!”

“Sergeant, lovely to hear from you!” he says happily. “We’re packing a Cloudmaker and a Grand Slam here, we’re going to drop this load on that mother. We’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

Just as he says that, you all look back to see a cloud of miasma rolling in. Oh boy. Commander Bucholz says, “With that cloud coming in, they won’t see the target.”

“Sergeant. Sounds like it’s bad down there. What do you want us to do?”

> “Pull back, there’s nothing you can do.”
> Improvise (What?)
> “We’ll make a hole for you.”
> Write in

>>34609656
planefag pls go and stay go

>>34609882
> “We’ll make a hole for you.”

>>34609904
Do not respond, do not acknowledge. He craves attention, do not give it to him.

>>34609882
>> “We’ll make a hole for you.”

>>34609882
Is there anything we can do to play spotter for them?

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>>34609882
> “We’ll make a hole for you.”
One pass is all they'll need.

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>>34609882
>> “We’ll make a hole for you.”

>>34609882
> This is Task Force Yorktown and Task Force Camden, moving in from the East.”
From the... east? Weren't they in Gallia, though?

>>34610003
Typo, again.

>>34609882
>> “We’ll make a hole for you.”

>>34610003
We're now in Karlsland, aren't we? If they were in Gallia and are now here, they are going in from the East.

>>34610034
... What? Gallia is west of Karlsland.

> “We’ll make a hole for you.”

“Keep on your course, Major. We’ll keep a hole open for you.”

“Roger dodger. Hewitt! I’m handing you the controls, don’t crash the plane.”

You look over to the Witches. “We need to make a hole for them through the miasma.”

“Alright. Witches!” Commander Bucholz yells. “Form a schiltron!”

…

“Get in a circle, back to back!” Commander Bucholz explains. All of you quickly get shoulder to shoulder, back to back as you all raise your shields into one great big circle around you. The miasma starts flowing over you all as you hang right above the gun barrel. Like water on a glass window.

You pull up the radio again. “Major, we’ve made a hole for you, can you see it?”

“Hewitt, can you see the target?” Graf, Rachel, and Daisy shoot at Large-types flying overhead, apparently ignoring you all. “… alright, Hewitt’s got you all locked in. Stand by for ordnance. Hewitt’s gotta hit a moving target that’s hidden by miasma. This is going to be worth a medal if he makes it.”

“I just realized something,” says Karen. “We’re right above the gun barrel, yes?” You all nod. “The T-12 Cloudmaker and the Grand Slam are Earthquake bombs with a heavy ordnance, yes?” You all nod again. “… we are not going to die, are we?”

> “We’ll be fine.”
> “If so, it was an honor.”
> Remain quiet
> Write in

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>>34609882

What, they don't have a Mickey pathfinder plane with air-to-ground radar?

Scrubs.

>>34610082
Well, fuck me and my lack of map reading ability.

>>34610167
>> Write in: A noblewoman's shaky laugh
> “We’ll be fine.”

>>34610167
> Nervous noblewoman laugh.
> “We’ll be fine.”

>>34610167
>> “We’ll be fine.”
> "Ohoho"
Super fine, great even

>>34610188
>>34610189

supporting for hivemind

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>>34610188
> Posts almost same thing one second apart

>>34610189

Yes

>>34610167
> “We’ll be fine.”

>>34610188
Supporting

>>34610167
>>34610188
>>34610189
>>34610198

Supporting Ojoumind

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>>34610167

"Karen, they are about to drop sixty-five thousand pounds of ordinance on us. That is roughly the maximum takeoff weight of an entire fucking B-24 Liberator. I didn't even think any of those bombers up there COULD carry a T-12 - I'm pretty sure they fucking can't! Do you understand me? Sixty-five thousand pounds of munitions. We are dead. We are so fucking dead. We are going to be vaporized, and the little flecks and chips of our bones will be carefully swept into a very nice, enamel-covered thimble to be sent home to what family we have.

Make your peace with God, honey."

>>34610305
I don't think Roockie swears that much.

>>34610167
>> “If so, it was an honor.”

>>34609882
But neither could carry a Cloudmaker

>>34610428

There's also a startling lack of ~Ohohohos in there

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>>34610305

Take a look at this thing. Take a fucking look at this thing.

Look at this thing.

Look.

> “We’ll be fine.”
> Write in

“Ohoho~…” You look back at Karen, grinning as best you can. “We’ll be fine, Karen! Honestly, sometimes…” You really hope you’re right.

Commander Bucholz looks back at you all. “We only need to hold the hole until they drop the bombs. We’ll be fine.” Oh, that’s good.

Rachel says, “Actually, you know, this is K-2’s miasma.” You all look at her. “Um… just saying, K-2 can do weird stuff with it. I’m going to err on the side of caution here.”

…

“Fine.” Commander Bucholz adjusts the lapels of her coat. “Then we will have to be fast. When the bombs go past us, focus all shields below you. Alright?” You all nod. “If we all make it, sehr gut.”

Graf nods. “It was an honor serving with you all.”

“Oh, can we not do this fatalistic stuff!” yells Carla. “We’ll live damn it!”

“Hewitt is on target…” Major Stewart speaks over the radio. “On target… bombs gone.” You all look up. The miasma is about to flow right over your shields, and above you all. You can see the bombers overhead, silhouetted against the sun, and you can see two dots, rapidly getting bigger and bigger. The Grand Slam and the Cloudmaker. You can hear them whistling, getting higher and higher in pitch as they approach.

You sigh. This is gonna suck.

Suddenly, a Large-type flies right under them. The Grand Slam pierces right through it, suddenly spinning wildly out of control. The Cloudmaker slides right off it and begins veering off course. “They’re going off course!” yells Daphne.

> Rush out and grab them
> “We need to grab them before they blow!”
> “This is gonna suck.”
> Write in

>>34610500
>> Rush out and grab them
>> “We need to grab them before they blow!”
Maximum Fuck

>>34610500
>> Rush out and grab them

GUIDE IT IN

>>34610500
>> Rush out and grab them

We Master Chief now?

>>34610500
> Rush out and grab them
> “We need to grab them before they blow!”
> “This is gonna suck.”

>>34610500
>> Rush out and grab them

>>34610305
>I'm sure a stripped down B-24 could carry a Grand Slam equivalent
>The final T-12 weighed 43,600 lb

Haha nope.

>>34610500
> “We need to grab them before they blow!”

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>>34610500
>> Rush out and grab them
>> “We need to grab them before they blow!”
WHAT THE CLUCK

>>34610557
> BELIEVE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6OFHXmiZP38

>>34610500
>> Rush out and grab them
>> “We need to grab them before they blow!”

>>34610480
What can these bombs be possibly designed for?

>>34610732
Anal penetration of Hitler, I assume.

>>34610732
cracking uboat pens

they had to get through several dozen meters of reinforced concrete and destroy the subs hiding underneath

>>34610732
To make witches heterosexual

>>34610533
And tell the team, especially Daphne, we love them all as we glide by.

>>34610732
>Cause earthquakes, bust bunkers/sub pens, ruin underground infrastructure, sink Tirpitz

Brits be crazy.

>>34610777
nah

>>34610592

Literally twice the maximum bombload of a B-24 or Lancaster. To carry a Grand Slam, they had to strip the planes down, upgrade the engines and generally pucker their assholes on take-off. And those weighted 22,000 pounds or so.

I'm looking, but I can't find any numbers on the actual length of a T-12. I'm fairly sure it could not physically fit in those aircraft, even if you wanted to.

>>34610770
>>34610778
Dammit brits.

Cause earthquakes? But after seeing Nip 2011, I can understand the draw.

>>34610770

Will the anti-/u/ menace stop at nothing?

>>34610808
You know if we guide it we are going to die.

>>34610815
When they designed the bomb, did they ever think of what would carry it or is it a let's make as big a bomb as possible and fuck everything else kind of idea?

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>>34610778

That's not british.

The british "Grand Slam" was a 22,000 pound weapon. That, right there, is a 43,000 pound bomb. Twice. Twice the weight.

This is the plane that carried it - carried two, in fact. The B-36 Peacemaker. Six propeller/piston engines, and four jet engines; two on each wingtip because fuck you.

They were called "earthquake bombs" because they literally destroyed things by causing minor local earthquakes (after a fashion) and "Cloudmaker" referenced the fact that this bomb had enough conventional explosive to literally make a fucking mushroom cloud upon detonation.

>>34610770
Isn't it better to just use a commando team?

The current bunker busters - do they rely on better explosives or just go with tactical nukes?

>>34610855
It was designed to cause earthquakes, and liquify reinforced concrete. It required fuckhueg amounts of high explosives.

>>34610872
Why is WWII so metal.

Was this plane ever used in real life?

>>34610872
The Brits (Barnes Wallace specifically) were the first to come up with the idea.

>>34610880

The main bunker busters were tac-nukes for a while; with the biggest conventional ones being 5,000 pound bombs.

Until recently - they've re-introduced the concept with this:

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

30,000 pounds, a more reasonable bomb for the current economic climate. It also has a fucking awesome name. MASSIVE O PENETRATOR.

>>34610880

LGBs designed to penetrate the hardened shelter from impact alone (like giant nails falling at supersonic speed), only exploding after they punch through.

> Rush out and grab them
> “We need to grab them before they blow!”

You yell, “We need to grab them!”

“What!?” yells Carla. “That’s crazy! They weigh tons and-“ You don’t hear her finish that sentence. You rush at the first bomb, the Grand Slam. You fly up next to it and grab it by the guiding fins. The sheer weight of it is pulling you down with it.

Then Rachel and Daisy come along and help you. You start to normalize the flight path. Daphne and Vera help you out as well. Carla, Karen, Vera, Graf, and Commander Bucholz grab the Cloudmaker.

Soon, the both of you have two giant Earthquake bombs at your disposal.

“Jeez,” says Major Stewart over the radio. “Hewitt’s telling me you all just grabbed them.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say quickly. “Get out of here, quickly. We’ll finish this.”

“Roger.” You see the bombers start their turn, away from the fight. The Large-types that flew past you are now turning back to you.

“Drop it!” yells Commander Bucholz. The Cloudmaker is thrown down freshly. It wails, shooting through the miasma. Suddenly, the clouds break and disperse. You see the breech of the Gustav’s cannon bend and crack. The barrel bends, snapping in two lengthwise. You can see the laser inside spark and flicker.

[1/2]

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>>34610838
They had to stop her swag, one way or another.

>>34610917
>>34610911
I am suddenly afraid to live in this world with this lying around now.

>>34610921
[2/2]

Then the bomb explodes, shattering the breech. The barrel bursts into flame, lowering down and tipping over. The Looted Gustav starts reeling.

“Hey!” Rachel yells, getting your attention. “I see the core!” She points downwards. Yep, as the Gustav begins regenerating its damage, you see a sparkling red diamond floating a cloud of white. The core. “Daisy! Remember the 1920 World Series!?”

“Elmer Smith!?” she yells back happily.

“Yep!” You all laugh at that. “Let’s give them the business!” You charge up, then toss the Grand Slam at the core. It whistles, screeching. You see it tap the core, which promptly explodes into a thousand pieces. The entire thing shakes, you can even see it move like a wave for a few seconds. Then everything explodes into fires and flames.

The Looted Schwerer Gustav, and everything Hive K-2 worked for, is no more.

You all cheer and shout as the Neuroi, and the Hive, begin retreating away. “Yeah, come back any time, I’d run from me too!” yells Rachel.

Daphne hugs you from behind, kissing on you cheek. “You did it!”

> “I did, didn’t I?”
> “We all did.”
> “Ah, it was nothing.”
> Write in

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>>34610908

Oh yes. Yes, it was. It was the United States mainstay nuclear deterrent until the early 60s. It was designed to - and quite literally could - fly from the US, to Russia, nuke the hell out of them, and then fly back. An inter-continental bomber.

Pic related - a B-36 to the right... a B-29 to the left.

Behold.