>>34932931
>> “I agree with the Lieutenant, things are too quiet.”
In a suspicious sense, something is afoot

>pilot of a P-63 Kingcobra model Striker Unit.
We got to keep it?

>>34932931
> "Relax, Lieutenant."
Savor every bit of peace and quiet you can get.

>>34932931
>“I agree with the Lieutenant, things are too quiet.”
In war, too quiet is worse than a metalstorm.

Also, are Striker units things you WEAR, or things you DRIVE?

>>34932931
> “Relax, Lieutenant.”
Let's not jinx it for now.

>>34932931
> “Maybe we should put in a request for a new post later.”

>>34932931
>> “I agree with the Lieutenant, things are too quiet.”

>Argh, you need to visit her on your next leave.

Oh yes.

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>>34933043
Kinda both.

>>34933101
With the way Strikers are shaped, witches can't close their legs while they're flying, can they?

>>34933149
No, not really. I don't think that hurts.

>>34933149
Not completely, no.

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>>34932931
>> “I agree with the Lieutenant, things are too quiet.”
Where's best girl?

>>34933259
We still haven't told anybody but the Commander about her, haven't we?

>>34933259
There's a global war going on. One Best Girl can only be in some places at the same time.

>>34933301
Nope, and the Commander was relatively and surprisingly chill about her. The Liberions sent intel people sniffing around Rookie about her, but Rookie didn't give them too much information.

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> “I agree with the Lieutenant, things are too quiet.”

You sigh, crossing your arms. “I am afraid I have to agree with Lieutenant McCawlay.” Daisy looks down on you, quirking her brow. “It is too quiet. Perhaps the Neuroi are planning something and we are not aware of it.”

“Hm…” Daisy scratches her chin, pensive. “Well, alrighty then. I’ll let you two be paranoid in peace. Me?” She smiles, patting herself on the chest. “I’ll just be here, sippin’ hot choco, bullying the Jeep Jockey, and being… not paranoid like y’all.”

Rachel rolls her eyes. “Well, Daisy. I wish I had your optimism and your hope for the future.”

Daisy comes over and hugs Rachel from behind. “D’aaaww… ya already do.” She pecks her on the cheek, to which Rachel giggles and tries pushing her off.

You sigh, looking away. Those two certainly-

You blink, pausing in your step. The two Lieutenants continue on without you.

Over there, sitting in his Jeep without a care in the world, is the Jeep Jockey. Snow and frost is piled on his jeep, and attached to the back is a trailer with a tarp over the cargo. But that’s not important. What is important is the Jeep Jockey’s choice of reading material.

There’s no mistake. IT’S A PORNOGRAPHIC MAGAZINE, CONTRABAND!

You swipe it from him. “What the-!” He tips his helmet up, looking at you in surprise. “How the hell did ya get here so quick!?”

You hold up the incriminating magazine. “Really? Corporal? On base? This is stupid, even for you!”

“Aw come on!” yells the Jeep Jockey. “I-“ He blushes a bit. “I was reading the articles… the girls are a bonus, but I was genuinely en… eng… whatever the fuck the word is for being extremely interested-like in that article by uh… what’s his face. Hugo Gernsback!”

You narrow your eyes. “Do you even know who Hugo Gernsback is?”

“Sure!” The Jeep Jockey grins. “… he’s uh… he’s a huge guy right?”

[1/2]

>>34933335
>Rookie the Snitch not snitching about Best Girl to the MIB
Impressive.

>>34933365
[2/2]

You roll your eyes, flipping through the pages. Honestly, how could someone be this lonely, and even after you introduced him to a girl too! How-

… that girl, she’s completely naked. But her legs, and her breasts, and her body! She looks just like Commander Bucholz!”

“Uh. Rookie?” The Jeep Jockey looks at you, confused. “You okay?”

> “I’M TELLING THE COMMANDER!”
> “I’M CONFISCATING THIS!”
> “Fine, here have it.”
> Write in

>>34933395
>> “I’M CONFISCATING THIS!”
You should know better you disgusting foul-minded man

>>34933395
>> “I’M CONFISCATING THIS!”

>>34933395
>“I’M CONFISCATING THIS!”

>>34933395
> “I’M CONFISCATING THIS!”
FOR SHAME JJ.

>>34933395
>> “Fine, here have it.”

We can hopefully obtain the real thing.

>>34933395
>> “I’M CONFISCATING THIS!”
We're not totally going to tape the Commander's portrait to the head of the model!

>>34933378
Rook saves her best snitchery for the Commander.

>>34933395
>“I’M CONFISCATING THIS!”
for research purposes.

>>34933378
Rookie is Neuroi spy after all

>>34933535
But anon, we'd have to defile a picture of the commander to do that! Even the meadows of wonder awaiting such a bold move could not be worth such a crime!

>>34933577
M-maybe we can find one of those small locket sized bust shots...

> “I’M CONFISCATING THIS!”

You hug the magazine close. “I’M CONFISCATING THIS!” you scream.

“What!?” The Jeep Jockey slaps the steering wheel. “Aw come on-“

“Nope, nope, nope!” You shake your head, turning your reddened nose up high. “This is now Military property and it will be disposed of properly! If I catch you next time with something else like this, I am telling the Commander!”

The Jeep Jockey pleads with you. “I’m already on Bucky’s shitlist, Rookie, can’t you-“

“Nope, nope, nope! You dug your grave, now lie in it you little peasant!” You turn on your heel and start marching away.

“… well fine then!” Hmph, you don’t care. “I guess you don’t want what’s in the back for you!”

… what?

> No, keep going. It’s a trick.
> Ah, you might as well see what he’s trying to bribe you with.
> Write in

>>34933751
>What's in the back JJ?

>>34933751

> Ah, you might as well see what he’s trying to bribe you with.

>>34933751
>Ah, you might as well see what he’s trying to bribe you with.
Perhaps she can rip off the image with the girl?

>>34933751
>> Ah, you might as well see what he’s trying to bribe you with.
Quick tear that page out though, if we're going to be bribed we're taking a present for ourselves too

>>34933751
>> Ah, you might as well see what he’s trying to bribe you with...
>> No! We will not be tempted!

>>34933751
>As if you have anything I'd want mo-want! And if it's mail I will go to the Commander right now and tell her you're not only reading this filth but unlawfully withholding goods! That's stealing that is!

>>34933751
>> Ah, you might as well see what he’s trying to bribe you with.
Bucholz' trousers

>>34933783
I-it's not a present! We just don't want JJ forcing his lewd thoughts on someone resembling the Commander! Even second hand lewding is still too much lewding!

>>34933783
Yeah, we can take the page even if we trade back the magazine!

>>34933751
>>> Ah, you might as well see what he’s trying to bribe you with.

> Ah, you might as well see what he’s trying to bribe you with.

You sigh. You turn around and walk back up to him. “Okay, Corporal. I will humor you. What do you have for me?”

He grins, pulling a clipboard up from the passenger seat. “Well, I tell you what, Rookie. Here’s the contextual portions of it. Basically speaking, occasionally I do run mail and other deliveries and the like for you guys, stuff like that, pretty harmless, yes?” He points to the back with the clipboard. “Now that, that was supposed to be here two days later!”

You quirk your brow. “Don’t you mean earlier?”

“No, ma’am!” He shakes his head, apparently proud. “I got it here two days before it was supposed to be here. I’m just sitting on it because Commander Bucholz never really rewards me for getting things to her early and I figure I’d just get them to her on time and on time only. You know how it is right?”

You cross your arms. “Why would we reward you for doing your job?”

“Because I get things to you in a punctuational manner!” He waves dismissively. “Ah, forget it. Just take the tarp off and see for yourself.”

You roll your eyes, then walk over to the Jeep Trailer and throw off the tarp.

[1/2]

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>>34934083
[2/2]

Oh wow. Wow. That- Wow. “What is it?”

He shrugs. “Package described it as an enhanced Striker Unit developed by the Bell Aircraft company to be sent to the front for combat evaluation. They call it the Airacomet.”

You blink. “Wait.” You glare at him. “This is supposed to be mine, isn’t it?”

He nods. “Yeah, actually. Bell selected you because of your work with the Cobra models.”

“… you’re bribing me with my own Striker Unit.”

He pauses in thought, holding up one of his pointer fingers. “… yeah, but you could have it two days BEFORE you’re sup- Look, can I just have my magazine back?”

> “No. I’m taking this.”
> “No. Piss off.”
> “Fine.”
> Write in

>>34934109
>"I'm taking this page. Just, so you can't trick me, I have some evidence, you hear me?"

>>34934109
>> “Fine.”
We are keeping evidence of you're misdeeds though

>>34934109
>> “Fine.”
Oh god, we're swapping out for a striker that's even slower and more unreliable than our current one.

>>34934109
So who's going to get our current Kingcobra?

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>>34934109
>> “No. I’m taking this.”
... JJ, what the hell. You were once my favorite male character, but this is pretty damned unacceptable.

>>34934185
He just wants his porn anon

>>34934109
> “No. I’m taking this.”

>>34934109
>“Fine.”
So, a jet fighter. Is it an upgrade over the Kingcobra?

>>34934109
>> “No. I’m taking this.”
But I like the Kingcobra.

>>34934233
Don't know how accurate >>34934158 's statement is, but judging by canon... it can be a mixed bag.

>>34934109

>"I'm taking this page. As insurance."

>>34934109
>“No. I’m taking this.”

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>>34934185

> “No. I’m taking this.”

You huff. “Nope.” You detach the trailer from the Jeep and then start hauling the Striker away.

“Aw come on!” says the Jeep Jockey. “I got it to you early, didn’t I?”

“Consider yourself lucky I don’t report this to Commander Bucholz you wretch!” You turn your nose up. “I expect full honesty and responsibility from the 509th’s Jeep Driver!”

“Hey, I can be responsible!” He scratches the back of his head as he leaves. “Come back!”

Nope.

[1/2]

>>34934577
[2/2]

…

…

“A Jet Striker?”

You dine for lunch in the mess hall with your fellow witches of the 509th, except for Commander Bucholz. She has her own lunch in her room at the Castle. Shame really. Daphne looks at you, confused. “They really sent you a Jet Striker?”

You nod. “Indeed! They have acknowledge my superiority in handling of the Airacobra models, unlike my fellow contemporaries in Orussia or Australis or other areas!” You smirk, slurping up a noodle of spaghetti.

“That’s neat,” says Rachel. “You fly it yet?”

“Nope.” You shake your head. “Have to get permission from Commander Bucholz, you know the rules, yes?”

“Hmph. We didn’t have rules like that back in Liberion,” says Daisy. She crosses her arms.

Carla says, “Well, we’re happy for you, Rook. Though, I have to admit, I don’t hear good things about the prototypes just yet. Magic output to input isn’t so great from what I hear.”

You nod at that. “I acknowledge that risk, Carla, and I have to say that I am better than that.”

Rachel snaps her finger. “Oh yeah! Rook, did you hear?” You tilt your head. You obviously haven’t heard. “Captain Kelly and her girls are being sent up north to Monty along with the Karlslander paras.”

Ah, Rosemary and Johannes are finally rejoining the fight, are they?

“Yeah,” says Daisy. “We were thinking on giving them two of them a going away gift. Just don’t know what.”

Rachel nods. “You know Rosemary, what would she appreciate?”

> Nothing but our love.
> Hm. Perhaps this magazine may tide her over.
> I will give her a gift of my own!
> (Write in)

>>34934602
> I will give her a gift of my own!
The magazine is ours! Preciousssss...

>>34934602
>> Hm. Perhaps this magazine may tide her over.
>and return her trousers

>>34934602

> I will give her a gift of my own!
>Remove THE PAGE from magazine, wrap magazine as present

You know the saying, a picture is worth more than a thousand words.

So porn has to be, like, a thesaurus or some shit.

>>34934602
>> I will give her a gift of my own!
No-one wants a porn mag with a page missing. New pantsu and fresh porn? Do we know anything else she likes/ wants/ needs?

>>34934602
>I will give her a gift of my own!

>>34934648
Yeah, do this. I wanna see her reaction to our amazing gift.

Did German ever gave out the full pastebin post LGA and did he tell us about the perks for Naval Engineers?

>>34934602
>Ah, Rosemary and Johannes are finally rejoining the fight, are they?
Aw, no more shenanigans involving Johann or the Tank Witches.

>>34934554
I actually like them both.

>>34934602
> I will give her a gift of my own!
Let's give back her trousers.

>>34934554
I never hated Johannes, he's just a bit bland apart from being a househusband to his sister, and everyone except Rook and Bucholz wanting to bang him every time he's on screen is wearing thin.

Graf is a terrible character, however, but she's gone now so yay.

>>34934711

Yes. They died.

>>34934554
D'awwww, nice drawfag.
I still like Graf though.

>>34934776
>she's gone now
Is she? I don't remember any mention of her leaving.
She did disappear, though.

Sorry, have to pause thread, will be back in a bit.

>>34934817
Back in the Academy episode. They gave her a squadron somewhere far away.

>>34934817
IIRC she got transferred to a Bf 110 unit.

>>34934711
Not yet, no.

>>34934869
>>34934870
Most unfortunate.

>>34934758
>>I actually like them both.
Me too, most of the time.

>Aw, no more shenanigans involving [..] the Tank Witches.
Now that is a tragedy.

Back, writing update.

> I will give her a gift of my own!

You scratch your chin. “I suppose I will give her a gift of my own. You all needn’t worry yourselves and scramble to having to give a going away gift to my friend Rosemary.”

“Good!” says Carla. “Because I was focusing my brainpower on finding out a good gift for Johannes!”

Daphne smiles at Carla, warmly. “Carla, I do believe he’s fine with just being there for him.”

“Not on my watch!” says Carla.

You continue scratching your chin, thinking. Hm… what to get Rosemary. You suppose you should give her trousers back. Perhaps this magazine may tide her over. But- You may lose the Bucholz look alike.

You quietly tear the page away from the rest of the magazine under the table. While you do so, you look around, everyone appears to be talking as usual.

Except for Vera. She simply picks at her food, tired. More tired than usual in fact. Hm? “Vera.” She looks up at you, her heavy bags under her eyes making her look twenty years older. “Goodness, you look terrible.”

Karen leans in. “Yes, Veranee-san. Is something troubling you?” You all look at her, concerned.

Vera blinks, yawning a bit. “Eh. I got a letter from Hermine. I got a letter from my Uncle as well.” She shrugs. “You are not interested, I do want to ruin your good moods.”

> “Well, now you can’t not tell us.”
> “You tell us when you feel like it, Vera.”
> Write in

>>34935305
> “Well, now you can’t not tell us.”

>>34935305
> “Well, now you can’t not tell us.”

>>34935305
>“Well, now you can’t not tell us.”
What's going on?

>>34935305
>“Well, now you can’t not tell us.”

>>34935305
> “You tell us when you feel like it, Vera.”
> "...how about now? No?


> Now?"

>>34935305
>> “Well, now you can’t not tell us.”
We're a unit, your worries are our worries

>>34935305
>> “You tell us when you feel like it, Vera.”

Probably not best at the lunch table.

> “Well, now you can’t not tell us.”

You lean in. “Tell us, Vera. It won’t hurt.”

Carla nods. “Yeah, go on.”

Vera sighs, taking in a bit of spaghetti noodles. She swallows deeply. “Alright. So… my Uncle fights back home in Orussia, yes?” You all nod. “The Neuroi have gotten a bit bolder. A Hive I hear is making new efforts on his front, and his unit has been forced away from their positions. Many were killed or captured. My Uncle was one of the few who made it.”

Rachel frowns. “Ah, We’re sorry.”

“Ah, do not worry,” says Vera. “I know what that is like, having to fight.”

“Really?” says Carla.

“For a time,” says Vera. “Because of the surprise of the Neuroi assault, not every Witch of Orussia could be issued a Striker. Instead, we were to support infantry advances. Though, we did not always have the ammunition or the weapons we needed.” She brushes a bit of her hair back. “It was rough.”

Daphne wraps her arm around her, letting Vera rest her head on her shoulder. “Oh, you poor thing, darling. You don’t have to say any more than you have to.”

Vera smiles slightly. “Thank you, Daphne.”

> Go to the barracks
> Head up to Commander Bucholz’s Office
> Talk to Someone (Specify)
> Write in

>>34935770
>> Go to the barracks
Let's get Rosemary's present ready

>>34935770
>>34935770
> Go to the barracks
As much as I love the commander, we have to get a gift for Rose. Maybe a toy Su? Also, need to hide the porn.

>>34935770
>Dote on the sleepy Orussian

>>34935770
>Go to the barracks

>>34935770
> Head up to Commander Bucholz’s Office
Always vote for Bucky

>>34935770
>> Write in
>Hug Vera
>> Go to the barracks

>>34935770

This >>34935895

> Go to the barracks

With lunch done, you decide to head on to the barracks.

…

…

Let’s see. She’s going to want her favorite trousers back of course. She’ll also want this pornographic magazine as well. Hm… You decide to throw in a nice photo of yourself as well. Ohoho~, if she wants to read that pornographic magazine, she’ll have to contend with you watching over her.

There’s a knock at the door. The door creaks open to reveal Rosemary Finken. “Oh, hey Rooks. I was just looking for you.”

“Ah!” You stand up and present your gifts to her. “Here you go, Rosemary! A going away gift from me!”

Rosemary looks down at them. “… ah. You shouldn’t have.” She says simply.

> “No need to thank me!”
> “What, not satisfied? Perhaps you want more?”
> “Something wrong?”
> Write in

>>34936122
> “No need to thank me!”
> "DOOOOOHOHOHOHOHO"

>>34936122
>> “Something wrong?”
Worried?

>You decide to throw in a nice photo of yourself as well. Ohoho~, if she wants to read that pornographic magazine, she’ll have to contend with you watching over her.
That will make things hard I'm sure

>>34936122
>> “What, not satisfied? Perhaps you want more?”
I want to know what's wrong, but I want her to say it herself.

>>34936122
>> “Something wrong?”
I think she's straight.

>>34936122
>“Something wrong?”
>“What, not satisfied? Perhaps you want more?”
"Myself, perhaps?"

> “What, not satisfied? Perhaps you want more?”
> “Something wrong?”

You tilt your head. “Something wrong, Rosemary?” You smirk. “Not satisfied? You spoiled little girl, do you want something else, something more?”

Rosemary rolls her eyes. “No, no, it’s not that.” She walks over and sits down on your bed. You sit down next to her. “I’m just… worried.”

“Worried?” You cross your arms, frowning. “You know, we’ve been through this-“

“No, no, not worried like that,” says Rosemary. She sighs. “Rookie, when was the last time you were home?”

“Well-…” You blink. Huh. “Um. Last year actually, several months ago. Why?”

She says, “We’ve been fighting the Neuroi for years. I just…” She flops back onto your bed, staring up at the ceiling. “I’m sorry, I hate to dump my problems on you, but I just don’t know what I’ll do if the war is over and we’re all sent home.”

“Ah.” You brush some of her hair from her eyes. “I see. I try not to worry about that, Rosemary. We fight for our homes, and we should be able to enjoy them when the war ends.”

She nods a bit at that. “I guess.” She hands the gifts back to you. “Take these. I- I don’t really need these. You probably have more use for them.”

> Nope, you take them.
> Alright, fine
> Write in

>>34936458
>> Nope, you take them.
A gift isn't about being used, it's to remember the person that gave it to you

>>34936458
>Nope, you take them.

>>34936458
> Alright, fine, if you're sure

>>34936458
> Nope, you take them.
Rookie insists

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>Rosemary discussing the future before she leaves

>>34936458
>> Nope, you take them.

>>34936458
>Nope, you take them

The other gifts notwithstanding, what's Rookie going to do with a picture of herself?

>>34936458
>> Nope, you take them.
A gifts a gift.
>implying Rosemary survives the war.

> Nope, you take them.

You gently grip her hands, then push the gifts back onto her lap. “I won’t have it, Rosemary. Take them. I know it’s meagre and all, but it’s the least I can offer you. Short of a slice of my favorite cheese.”

Rosemary smirks. “I never did figure out why you liked those weird cheeses.

With that, the two of you hug. This might be the last time you both see each other for some time.

...

…

You walk Rosemary out onto the airfield. “So, where are you headed?”

Rosemary shrugs. “North I think, Helvetia most likely.” Ah, Helvetia, excellent country. “Probably won’t be in radio contact. I hear the Neuroi up there are fiddling with the radio waves to keep things in the dark.”

“Ah, you can just send me a letter or two,” you say.

“Hey watch out!” You both duck to see a ball plant itself in the snow near you. You look over to see Rachel and Daisy, out with baseball gloves. “Hey Rooks, toss it back, will you?”

You roll your eyes, pulling the ball out of the snow with your bare hands, then throwing it back to them. “You guys want to play some catch before you go?” asks Daisy.

> Hmph. I am above such simple games as catch.
> Fine, fine, I’ll demonstrate to them the true power of my throwing ability!
> Write in

>>34936923
>> Fine, fine, I’ll demonstrate to them the true power of my throwing ability!
Just a little bit I suppose

>>34936923
>> Fine, fine, I’ll demonstrate to them the true power of my throwing ability!
>ohohohohoho

>>34936923
>Fine, fine, I’ll demonstrate to them the true power of my throwing ability!
Does our special ability help with balls?

>Helvetia
So Switzerland in the SW universe?

>>34936923
>> Fine, fine, I’ll demonstrate to them the true power of my throwing ability!
Ball games with our roomie. Dammit, I'm sad every time someone leaves in this quest. It's getting silly.

>>34937033
She might reappear in the Tank Witches side quest.

>>34936923
> Hmph. I am above such simple games as catch.
Peasants gonna peasant

> Fine, fine, I’ll demonstrate to them the true power of my throwing ability!

“Ohoho~! You think I can’t catch a simple ball!? Fine!” You bend over a bit, spreading your legs. “Come and throw it!”

Daisy and Rachel look at each other, then back at you. “You want a leather first?” asks Daisy.

“Hmph, another handicap for yourselves?” you ask. “Go on!” Rachel tosses you a spare glove, which you fit your hand into. Rosemary also receives a glove as well, and the four of you quickly begin to disperse into a more even square, with a few meters in between you all.

Rachel tosses the ball to you, and you catch it deftly. “Ha!” You grin. “That your best shot? Here it comes!” You throw the ball.

Right into the ground in front of you. Ah.

You completely forgot that you’re not too good at throwing. Rachel and Daisy are in stitches. You blush a bit, fuming as you walk over to pick up the ball, then throw to Rosemary. Unlike you, Rosemary simply throws the ball like it’s nothing.

Daisy catches it. “Ahaha! Rookie! That was the best thing I’ve seen all day! And I bunk with Rach!”

Rach catches her ball. “Ah, that ain’t fair, Daisy!” She looks over at Carla and Karen, walking by. “Hey, Carla! Want to throw the ball to the Rookie?”

Carla blinks, then smiles. “Ah, sure!” She walks over, taking the ball from Rachel. “Now, Rookie, I’ll go easy on you, alright? No heaters!”

> ARE YOU IMPLYING I CAN’T TAKE IT GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT!
> Let her go easy on you
> Write in

>>34937201
>> ARE YOU IMPLYING I CAN’T TAKE IT GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT!
INSOLENT!

>>34937201
> ARE YOU IMPLYING I CAN’T TAKE IT GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT!
Ah, there we go, back to the homely familiarity of bullying Rookie. It's nice.

>>34937201
> ARE YOU IMPLYING I CAN’T TAKE IT GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT!

>>34937201
>>OHOHOHOHO
>> ARE YOU IMPLYING I CAN’T TAKE IT GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT!

>>34937201
>> ARE YOU IMPLYING I CAN’T TAKE IT GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT!
C'mon Rookie, you fight aliens for a living, this can't be too hard

>>34937201
> Let her go easy on you
Rookie can be a good girl too.

>>34937201
> ARE YOU IMPLYING I CAN’T TAKE IT GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT!

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> ARE YOU IMPLYING I CAN’T TAKE IT GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT!

“Ohoho~..” You smile at Carla, punching your glove a bit. “Do you think I can’t take it? Come on, Carla! Give me a fast ball!” You hold your glove at chest level, ready to snap it shut when the ball hits.

Carla blinks, then shrugs. “Alrighty. Get ready.” Suddenly, she starts glowing blue. Runes appear at her feet, and her animal features sprout from her body.

Oh boy.

She pulls the wind up.

Oh boy.

You can see the ball start to heat up in her hand.

This is going to suck.

She throws.

You’re blasted backwards, right off the ground. You can feel yourself fly, without any prompting. The wind rushes through your ears, and your vision becomes a huge wash of color before finally-

“Whoa!” You’re caught and brought down to the much desired speed of not moving at all.

… You look down, the Commander caught you. She’s hugging you from behind. She’s holding your breasts.

The Commander looks down on you, quirking your brow. “Are you okay, Pilot?”

> “Never let go.”
> “YES, MA’AM!”
> Remain quiet, blush intensely
> Write in

>>34937496
> “Never let go.”
Thank you, Carla. Thank you.

>>34937496
> Remain quiet, blush intensely

>>34937496
> Remain quiet, blush intensely

>>34937496
>> Remain quiet, blush intensely

>>34937496
>“Never let go.”

>>34937496
>>34937506
Anon knows where it's at. Grab her arms to make sure she can't.

>>34937496
>> Remain quiet, blush intensely

>>34937496
>> “YES, MA’AM!”
Rookies is not lewd. Today.

>>34937632
She just filched a porn pic of a Bucholz lookalike.

>>34937665
Yeah, but it's not like she used it yet.

> Remain quiet, blush intensely

You silently stand in her grasp, taking in the fact that the Commander’s lovely hands have taken a hold of your breasts. Oh, you could stay like this forever, her soft hands slightly squeezing them, sending tingles up your spine! Oh… this is too much! The heat’s rising to your face!

“Pilot?” The Commander appears to be oblivious?

Rachel, Rosemary, Carla, Karen, and Daisy run over. “Rooks!” Rachel yells. “Are you okay!?”

Go away, girls.

Commander Bucholz looks at them. “Oh, Lieutenants. I’m guessing this is your doing?”

“We were playing catch,” says Carla. “I gave her my heater, ehehe…” She rubs the back of her head, nervously.

“Hmph.” Commander Bucholz lets go of you. Nooooo… “Well, since you all are here. Have any of you seen my brother? I have not seen him all day.”

Rachel blinks. “Isn’t he moving out to Helvetia with Captain Kelly?” Commander Bucholz crosses her arms, narrowing her eyes. “A-At least that’s what I heard, Bucky. I mean, he is a footsoldier, he’s gotta get moving right? Fun while it lasted?”

Commander Bucholz sighs. “I told him I could secure him a good spot in the rear with us. Still in the process of getting the papers through but he might be here to stay for a while.”

“Oh, that’d be lovely!” says Carla.

“Anyway,” says the Commander. “I would appreciate it if you were to help me look for him.”

> “Are you sure, Commander? What if he actually wants to go?”
> “Will do!”
> Write in

>>34937767
> “Are you sure, Commander? What if he actually wants to go?”
She's tried with Rook already, keeping her out of harms way.

>>34937767
>“Are you sure, Commander? What if he actually wants to go?”
He's SpecOps, isn't he? Can't have a party without him.

>>34937767
> “Are you sure, Commander? What if he actually wants to go?”

>>34937767
>> “Will do!”
A Teutonic space marine shouldn't be too hard to find.

>>34937767
> “Are you sure, Commander? What if he actually wants to go?”
Yeah, let's hear her thoughts.

>>34937767
>> “Will do!”
We can at least go ask him whether he wants to go or not in person

>>34937767
>> “Are you sure, Commander? What if he actually wants to go?”

> “Are you sure, Commander? What if he actually wants to go?”

This is strange actually. “Commander, are you sure? I mean, he is a soldier, and his unit is moving today. What if he does want to go?”

The Commander simply shrugs at that. “I am doing what I think is best for him. Yes?” You nod. “Good. Now, if you all could go find him, I would be very grateful.”

The two Liberions look at each other nervously, while Rosemary looks on clueless and Carla and Karen look on hopefully. “Yes, ma’am.”

With that, the Commander salutes you and starts on walking.

Right, looks like you got some work to do then. “I got some time before I have to leave,” says Rosemary. “I’ll go with you.” You smile, good you have some companionship!

> Head to the Infantry Barracks, he’s probably getting packed
> Head to the Assembly Area, he might already be moving
> Head to the Mess Hall, he might be eating (he’s gotta eat to get huge)
> Write in

>>34937997
>Head to the Assembly Area, he might already be moving

>>34937997
> Head to the Infantry Barracks, he’s probably getting packed
Even the Liberions are scared.

>>34937997
>> Head to the Assembly Area, he might already be moving

>>34937997
>> Head to the Assembly Area, he might already be moving
He seems like the person that would have already have packed

>>34937997
>> Head to the Assembly Area, he might already be moving

> Head to the Assembly Area, he might already be moving

You and Rosemary start pushing and stepping your way over and through waiting soldiers of the Karlslander Fallschirmjaeger. As a whole, the entire Fallschirmjaeger falls under the command of Resistance leader Kurt Student, who doesn’t have a particular base in Karlsland. Instead, he operates between Blaskowitz and Heinrici with his units of Fallschirmjaeger, who make it their job to harass and cause trouble in areas of Neuroi influence.

“Do you see him, Rosemary?”

Rosemary says, “He’s 7 feet tall isn’t he? He can’t be that hard to find.”

If it weren’t for this snow, the uniforms, and the helmets, he wouldn’t be that hard to find. Halftracks and trucks pull up, and the waiting soldiers start standing up, grabbing their bags, and start mounting up. Oh boy.

You keep looking. “Excuse me!” You tug on a soldier’s arm. “Do you know where I can find Sergeant Bucholz?”

“Bucholz?” He points down the line. “Down there, with 1st Platoon.” You smile, and say a quick thanks to him, before running down with Rosemary.

There, you find Bucholz, preparing to mount up into a halftrack. “Sergeant!” you yell. He stops, turning around to meet you all.

“Oh, Pilot. Uh…” He points to Rosemary.

Rosemary blushes a bit, playing with her hair. “Rosemary.”

He smiles immediately. “Rosemary!” He looks down at you. “What are you doing here?”

> “Wishing you goodbye.”
> “We’re here to bring you back to Commander Bucholz.”
> Write in

>>34938322
> “We’re here to bring you back to Commander Bucholz.”
Rookie can't save him if he's away from us

>>34938322
>“We’re here to bring you back to Commander Bucholz.”

>>34938322
> “We’re here to bring you back to Commander Bucholz.”
Better do as she says.

>>34938322
>> Write in
"Won't you at least say goodbye to your Sister?"

>>34938406
At least say this

>>34938322
>> “We’re here to bring you back to Commander Bucholz.”
He can explain it to her himself.

>>34938343
And he can't save his brothers if he's away from them.

>>34938322
>> “We’re here to bring you back to Commander Bucholz.”
Can we at least grouse along with him about the Commander being too clingy, and not in the correct way? The correct way just earlier.

>>34938322
>> “We’re here to bring you back to Commander Bucholz.”

>>34938322
> “We’re here to bring you back to Commander Bucholz.”

> “We’re here to bring you back to Commander Bucholz.”

“We’re here to bring you back to Commander Bucholz.”

Johannes sighs, rubbing his face in his large hands. “Ah… of course. She sent you two to retrieve me to be her rear echelon assistant, yes?” You both nod at that. “Well… um. Nein.”

You frown. “Sergeant, the Commander-“

“Look, I know my sister,” says Johannes. “I already told you right? She’s not good with handling loss of family.” He motions you down. “Come, sit, sit.” You, Rosemary, and Johannes sit down next to the halftrack. “I know precisely why she is doing this, and I know that you may want me to go say goodbye to her at least.”

“Why can’t you?” you ask.

He shrugs. “I want her to grow up.” He rubs at his jaw, groaning a bit. “I know it might hurt for her for me to go without a goodbye, but that’s really all that is to it.” He holds up his finger, stern. “We Bucholz are a sink or swim family, we try to take care of each other, but we must know when to stop. I think it is just time for me to move on, where I belong. With the men. She needs to command you all, without me.”

You cross your arms. “You know how torn up she was when she thought you were dead.”

“Yes, I do,” he says. “But I want her to learn to move past that.” He leans in towards you, then places his hands on your shoulders. Whoa, Johannes- “I trust you, okay? She really likes you, Pilot. You must be her rock, and then she can move on from my death, should it come. Okay?”

> “At least say goodbye to her.”
> “Okay.”
> “No okay!”
> Write in

>>34938886
Could you at least write a note or something?

>>34938886
>> “At least say goodbye to her.”

>>34938886
>“Okay.”

>>34938886
>> “At least say goodbye to her.”
And don't actually die, that would be nice too

>>34938886
> “Okay.”

>>34938886
> “At least say goodbye to her.”
Some measure of closure is better than none at all.

>>34938886
>> “Okay.”

>>34938886
> “At least say goodbye to her.”

>>34938886
> “At least say goodbye to her.”

>>34938886
> “Okay.”

>>34938886
>> “Okay.”

> “At least say goodbye to her.”

You pout at him. “At least say goodbye to the Commander. She deserves some closure.”

He sighs. “I’m not sure if that would be best-“ You pout at him harder. “Pilot, I-“ POUT, POUT, GIVE HIM THE COLD EYES. “… Fine. Bring her here. I’ll hold the truck.” Excellent!

…

…

Commander Bucholz marches up to the halftrack. “Johannes!” Johannes stands in the halftrack, hanging his arms out of it with his fellow Fallschirmjaeger. “Were you really trying to leave without my noticing?”

Johannes nods. “Yes.”

The Commander blinks. You and the rest of the Wing stand behind her, quiet as stones. “Johannes.”

“I know, but- I have to go. This is where I belong, with my fellow soldiers.” He motions to the other soldiers in the halftrack with him. All of them look upon the Commander with dead eyes, or bright eyes from the new recruits. “I have to take care of them just as much as you take care of the 509th.”

“That-“ Commander Bucholz sighs. “That is not necessary, you can stay with us- We can work something out! We can-“

“Maxine.” Johannes leans down. “Please, just let me go.”

“No!” The Commander stomps her foot. “You are my brother, I will not let you get yourself killed out there!”

> Remain quiet
> “Commander, please.”
> “Johannes, please stay.”
> Write in

>>34939267
>> Remain quiet


Not our place anymore.

>>34939267
>> Remain quiet

>>34939267
> Remain quiet
Not really our place this. She is acting pretty immaturely though.

>>34939267
>> Remain quiet
We've done enough for this family, they need to handle the rest

>>34939267
>Remain quiet

>>34939267
>> Remain quiet

>>34939304
She's a bit of a control freak, and gets terrified when the possibility of forever losing someone she loves happens. It's even worse, considering that Johannes went missing for months AND was captured.

> Remain quiet

“Johannes, please, just stay with me!”

“No. I am sorry, but my place is with the soldiery.” He leans and gently kisses the Commander on her forehead. “I love you, Maxine. This is not goodbye okay, consider this me being gone, and I will be back soon.”

“But what if you don’t?” The Commander chokes up. “I-… I do not want to lose, not again!”

“You will not. I am not going to my death. Just do your best in all things, Maxine.” He smiles. “Alright?”

The Commander looks down, balling her hands into fists. “… okay.” Her shoulders shake a bit. One of the soldiers yells for the trucks to get moving. “Goodbye.” The halftrack moves on down. The paratroops start waving goodbye as they all pass on. “Goodbye,” she says again, quietly. Johannes is long gone by now.

You all walk up to the Commander. “Are you okay?” asks Carla.

The Commander takes a deep breath, quickly wiping at her eyes. “Yes. Yes I am,” she says. She sighs deeply, looking down a bit. “I am fine.”

…

Carla says, “You want some pasta?”

“… maybe,” says the Commander.

“With some white sauce?” Carla smirks a bit, placing her hand on the Commander’s shoulder.

“Yes,” says the Commander again. “I will be in my Office.”

> Follow the Commander to her Office
> Go say goodbye to Rosemary
> Talk to a member of the Wing (Specify)
> Write in

>>34939674
>> Go say goodbye to Rosemary

>>34939674
>> Go say goodbye to Rosemary
She can't die either

>>34939674
>> Go say goodbye to Rosemary

>>34939674
> Go say goodbye to Rosemary
We can comfort the Commander whenever, but saying goodbye to Rosemary can only happen now.

>>34939674
>> Go say goodbye to Rosemary
Hopefully she'll find her own Rookie again. If not in this world, then in another. And another. Until her journey ends.

>>34939674
> Go say goodbye to Rosemary
> Fantasize about leaving for the war while your imaginary little brother begs you to say home

> Go say goodbye to Rosemary

“Come on!” yells Burnie. The Tank Witches are busy loading their things onto a Mack truck. “We’re burning daylight! And not in a good way!”

Jeb yells, “Yeah, yeah! Come on, new kid!” She throws her Stuart Striker Unit into the back then quickly heads into the passenger seat.

Captain Kelly meets you and Rosemary. “Well, glad to have met you, Pilot.” She shakes your hand. “Jolly good knowing the 509th, hope we can meet each other in the field again soon. I would be honored to fight alongside you once more.”

You smile. “Thank you, Captain Kelly.” At least she acknowledges your superiority. Hmph.

Rosemary looks at you, holding your gifts in a bag. “Well, this is goodbye, Rook.” She smiles at you. “See you soon?”

> “Very soon.”
> Hug
> “Good luck.”
> Write in

>>34939945
> “Very soon.”
> Hug
> “Good luck.”
Yes

>>34939945
>> Hug

>>34939945
>> “Very soon.”
>> Hug
>> “Good luck.”

>>34939945
>> Hug
>> “Very soon.”

>>34939945
>> “Very soon.”
>> Hug
>> “Good luck.”

> Ah hell all of them

You hug Rosemary, embracing her tightly. “Very soon, Rosemary. Good luck in your travels, okay?”

Rosemary pats you on the back, then she lets go of you. “Until next time.” With that, she loads up her Striker into the truck, then is helped into the bed by Bohater.

Captain Kelly pats you on the head. “Take care, Pilot.” With that, she marches up to the truck, and is helped into the bed by Rosemary and Bohater. “Doc! Get us moving!” The Mack truck roars to life, then starts moving on with the rest of the trucks and tanks moving out of the airbase.

And this, is probably the last time you will see Rosemary Finken for quite a while.

Daphne hugs you from behind, resting her head on your shoulder. “Hi, Daphne,” you say.

“Hey, Darling.”

> “I’m gonna go visit the Commander, okay?”
> “How about we go shower before dinner really quickly?”
> “Want to just talk, Daphne?”
> Write in

>>34940186
>> “How about we go shower before dinner really quickly?”
>> “Want to just talk, Daphne?”

>>34940186
> "... did you just lick my hair again?"

>>34940186
> “How about we go shower before dinner really quickly?”
> “Want to just talk, Daphne?”

>>34940186
> “I’m gonna go visit the Commander, okay?”
The commander's hurting, man. Dinner with Foobs can wait.

>>34940186
>> “I’m gonna go visit the Commander, okay?”
She needs it, I'm sorry Daphne

>>34940186
>> “I’m gonna go visit the Commander, okay?”

>>34940186
>> “How about we go shower before dinner really quickly?”
>> “Want to just talk, Daphne?”

>>34940186
>> “I’m gonna go visit the Commander, okay?”
Bucholz fan, but I really do like hanging out with Daphne. However, the commander calls.

> “I’m gonna go visit the Commander, okay?”

“I’m gonna go visit the Commander, okay?”

She sighs, a bit sadly, sniffling at your hair a bit. Oh, Daphne. “Okay, take your time, alright?”

“Thank you, Daphne.”

…

…

You knock on the door to her Office. “Commander?”

“Come in.” You open up the door and step inside. The Commander is sitting at her desk, staring at the photos there of her brother and herself. You quickly salute, and she lazily dismisses your salute. “Hello, Pilot.”

You drop your salute, walking up next to her at her desk. “Commander?”

She sighs, taking the photo frame and staring wistfully at it. It’s a picture of her and Johannes as children. “Pilot, I do not think I ever said how grateful I was to you for saving my brother. Losing him would have been like losing my right arm.” She shakes her head a bit. “Disgraceful.”

“Ma’am?”

She places the photo back on her desk. “You must think I am being a child. Next thing you know, I will be forbidding all contact with your families just because I cannot have contact with my own.” She chuckles a little. “That will be the day.” She gestures over to her footlocker. “C-Can you get me my wine? I feel like a drink.”

> You shouldn’t
> Go get the wine
> Write in

>>34940593
>> Go get the wine
KeK

>>34940593
"You shouldn't drink alone, Commander."

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>>34940593
>> You shouldn’t
Oh no, Bucholz. You're getting too deep in the cups.

>>34940635
>>34940642
>>34940656
So... it's just us three... and we don't have a consensus... unless we're doing all of the above, I guess.

>>34940593
>> Go get the wine

in vino veritas

>>34940593
> Go get the wine
This is going to end up with the Commander having a drinking problem and it's going to be all our fault.

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>>34940854
> the Commander having a drinking problem

>>34940593
>Go get the wine

> Go get the wine

You plant the wine bottle and two glasses down. “Why two glasses?” asks the Commander.

“So I can drink with you,” you say. You pour the wine down into both glasses.

“Ah, well, no.” She takes both glasses, then immediately downs both glasses. She shakes her head, shuddering. “You are still wanted for patrol flights, you should not be drinking. And considering your reputation for being a lightweight.”

You sigh, pouring a glass for yourself. “Commander, you should not drink alone.”

“And you should not be drinking at all,” says the Commander. “But here we are.” She shakes her head, holding her glass in her hands and leaning back in her chair.

…

The Commander asks, “You have family, yes?” You nod. “Ah, any of them in the war?”

You shake your head. “No.”

“Good,” she says. “… very good.” She looks at you. “I am sorry for asking you of this, but can I ask something of you?”

You nod. “Anything!”

“… I want to sleep with you.” You blush, heavily. OH BOY. OH BOY. “Platonically, just… I-… I really want some company tonight, if you do not mind.”

> NOT AT ALL
> No thank you, ma’am.
> Sure
> Write in

>>34941105
>> Write in
>I understand, do you want me to bring dinner?

>>34941105
>Sure
Stay frosty, Rook. Ice cold frosty.

>>34941105
>> NOT AT ALL
>> But would you like me to bring dinner for us?

>>34941105
>I understand, do you want me to bring dinner?

>>34941105
>Keep it cool, Rook. Be calm. All casual like.
>NOT AT ALL
>oh geez

>>34941105
>> Sure
But die inside

>>34941274
Baby steps, we're playing the long game.

> NOT AT ALL

You shake your head, grinning. “OH NOT AT ALL, MA’AM!” You place the glass down. “Uh- Shall I get you dinner? I’ll just go get dinner, really quickly!” You hurry to the door, nearly tripping over a chair and her footlocker before opening it up.

Carla greets with a pair of pasta plates. “Oh, Rooks! What are you-“

You take the plates. “Good night, Carla!” You shut the door in her face and then quickly sit with the Commander at her desk. “Bon appetit?”

The Commander blinks, staring at you. She then shrugs and then starts digging into her pasta.

Ohoho~, you’re going to sleep with the Commander tonight! How exciting! You quickly slurp up your pasta. This is going to be exciting! This is going to be so exciting!

The Commander sighs. “Carla’s cooking is quite exquisite.” She pops a bit of meat into her mouth.

You smile. “I agree!”

She sets her plate aside, finished, leaning back in her seat. She takes another sip of wine then starts to head on over to the bedside. “Are you already going to sleep?” you ask.

“Yes,” she says. “There is not much else to do today.” She throws off her jacket and starts pulling off her trouserhose as well. You push your empty plate aside as well, then join her at the bed. “Thank you for joining me tonight, Pilot Officer. It means a lot.”

You smile. “It is my pleasure!”

With that, she lies back on her bed, and you quickly lie down next to her as well. Oh boy-

She grabs you, hugging you like a teddy bear.

…

Ah, your face is on fire! She presses her chest against your face. AAAAHHHH

[1/2]

>>34941463

“Pilot. Can I tell you something?”

“Of course.”

“I am scared,” she says. “So scared of being alone. I do not know how I will handle it if my brother is killed, if you are killed, or if the 509th leaves me.” Your heart drops. Oh Commander… “This is probably the alcohol talking, but Pilot, I want you to promise me something.”

You look up at her. “Anything.”

“Promise you will never leave me,” you say.

> I promise
> I cannot promise that
> Write in

>>34941485
>> I promise
Well Rookie can't go dying now

>>34941485
>> I promise
This is one promise Rook will keep! Even if it means snitching on God to get back to Bucholz!

>>34941485
>I promise

>>34941485
>> I promise

>>34941485
>> I promise

> I promise

You look up at her, determined. “I promise, Commander.”

…

She smiles at that, then kisses you on the forehead. OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY. “Thank you, Pilot,” she whispers. She kisses you again on the cheek. “Of all the people in this Squadron, I can trust you with so much.” She kisses you on the cheek again. “Thank you so much.”

With that, she shuts her eyes, and grips you tight. Oh, you can barely breathe.

But you will gladly die letting the Commander hold you like this.

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>>34941841
Hee.

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>>34941841
That's it for tonight. Hopefully, I should be able to return tomorrow at around 4PM when I get home from classes.

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See you next time.

>>34941906
Nice thread as always Schteel, see you next time

>>34941906
Thanks for running, boss.

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>>34941841
>But you will gladly die letting the Commander hold you like this.

I know what I'm drawing next.

>>34942002
Super nice
I'm really glad you like this quest

>>34942002
Off topic, but I really do hope that Daisy and Rachel are, in fact, in lesbians with each other. It's frustrating to see "these two characters are so close that they might as well be lovers! but well actually they aren't and they get married and have seven billion kids with someone else" happen repeatedly.

>>34942076
>>34942079
I'll upload the full version for tomorrow's thead, sadly I'll miss most of it due to work. I do think a high-res color of Rookie/Bucholz cuddle will be in order for next week.

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>>34942154
You are a saint.

>>34936705
>Intense Mecha Musume Quest flashbacks

>>34936705
Wait.

Mecha musume girl had a porn magazine.

I...

Dammit.

>>34939766
Why are you making me so sad anon.

>>34940186
Wait, Rosemary in Mecha Musume quest was in WW I.

That may not be our Rosemary.

>>34943889
This is the Rosemary that gets a good end.