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>>35112721
[2/2]

Fernandia says, “The rest of the 504th are out in the sea, more Neuroi have been spotted coming out of the water. We haven’t been able to contact General Blackstone or anyone from Army Group South.” Ah, that’s bad, very bad. “Who are you with?”

“The 509th.” You take Fernandia’s hand then start standing up. “I was trying to get a message out here then this all happened and… I suppose you could say I’m stuck now. Ehehe…” This is embarrassing, a witch caught off her guard.

Oh what would Commander Bucholz say to this!?

> Mmm… Pilot, caught off your guard? You realize this means a long, hard, spanking.

… You would not mind that at all.

“Alright,” says Fernandia. “Listen, we searched the other hangars, the only spare Striker is the one out there, yours. Otherwise, stay here. Try and find a way to contact the others. We’ll be in the skies!” The three of them quickly run back to their Strikers then start mounting up again.

You look around. There’s bound to be a radio in that Peashooter, but you won’t know for sure if it works.

> Try and get the Radio working
> Assist the regulars in cover fire
> Try and gather what you can for an escape
> Write in

>>35112730
>> Try and get the Radio working
Rookie is good with Comms I believe

I actually forgot you were running today Schteel, I was about to go to sleep

>>35112730
>Try and get the Radio working

>>35112730
>> Try and get the Radio working

Quiet thread today

>>35112998
Yeah, wonder where the rest of the usual crowd have got to.

>>35113046
School, probably.

>>35112998
So it would seem, its pretty early here, nearly 7am fuck my timezone so I'm probably going to collapse at my keyboard during some point

>>35113070
It's about 4 pm in middle of eagleland

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> Try and get the Radio working

You sigh. What’s a Peashooter doing here anyway!? These things are so obsolete that you could throw an apple at one of these things and they’d split in half. Whatever, you quickly climb into the dusty old cockpit-

… You shudder. You hope that was someone’s lunch and not what you think it was. You clench your thighs and grit your teeth as you try to get the plane’s long-range working. Soon enough, you get a little light and a familiar whine over the radio.

“Hello? Hello?” You talk into the receiver. “This is Monaco Airbase, alert, we are under attack. Requesting assistance.”

There’s a faint droning noise, almost as if someone was talking! Ah, you got a signal to someone. You try to boost the signal, you even power up with your magic to try and boost the signal even further! The Peashooter glows blue as your ears fill with tapping and static. You’re starting to pick up radio signals as far as North Africa.

“… USS New York-“ They’re interrupted by a blast of static. “Your signal is very weak!”

Yes! You’re in contact with the Mediterranean Fleet. And with a Battleship too! “This is Monaco Airbase! We’re under attack and we need fire support and any assistance you can lend us!”

“Copy!” Their signal starts becoming a bit more clearer. “Mark your targets, we’ll rain some lead on those bastards!”

Great, great. You carefully tear the radio out from the dashboard, then grab some wire and a bit of gum and start improvising yourself a walkie-talkie. All those engineering classes from the Academy are starting to pay off! You strap it to your back and run out to the entrance of the hangar.

“The New York is on stand by!” you yell. You look to see giant spider-crab like drones rising out of the water, blasting and shooting. Some are near the city itself.

Oh boy.

> Grab some smoke grenades, you’re going on a run.
> Grab a binocular. No way you’re going out there.
> Write in

>>35113153
>> Grab some smoke grenades, you’re going on a run.
Rookie may be a snitch, but she's no wimp

>>35113153
>Grab some smoke grenades, you’re going on a run.
Time for some patented Rookie near suicidal heroics!

>>35113153
> Grab a binocular. No way you’re going out there.

>>35113153
> Grab some smoke grenades, you’re going on a run.
As if Rookie would pass up a chance to nearly get herself killed doing something brave.

>>35113153
> Grab some smoke grenades, you’re going on a run.
> Grab a binocular, for those hard to reach targets

>>35113153
> Grab some smoke grenades, you’re going on a run.

>>35113153
>> Grab some smoke grenades, you’re going on a run.

I like how we're apparently resigned to Rookie being on the foolhardy side of selfless.

>>35113366
>dat noblesse oblige

>>35113153
> Grab some smoke grenades, you’re going on a run.

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>>35113393
She leads from the front: the better for others to admire her bum.

Pic... uh... kind of related. Not nearly as good as Rook's, though.

>>35113539
Speak for yourself, Armstong for best butt!

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> Grab some smoke grenades, you’re going on a run.

Alright, you grab some red smoke grenades and a good pair of boots. Nice that they just happened to have some lying around. But that is irrelevant. “New York, this is Monaco. I’m going to run out and mark the targets with red flares! Stand by!”

“Copy, Monaco! Good luck! We’re standing by!”

Alright, you run over to the sandbags and brace yourself. All you have on your person now are as many smoke grenades as you can carry, your sidearm, your radio, and sheer gumption.

Maybe if you are lucky, this will get you a medal! Eat that, Graf!

Though, knowing Graf, maybe she’ll come back and she’ll have the Knights Cross with Gold, that’ll be fun.

Right. Get ready.

And now!

You sprint, going as fast as your little legs and your witch spirit can muster. Your familiar is working extra hard today to put that little bit of power from everything else into speed! Lasers explode around you, dust kicks up into your eyes and ears, and explosions thump and assault your eardrums.

Maybe you should have taken the car.

Alright, you run out towards the coast. First target is a huge cluster of those Spider-Crabs. You grab a smoke grenade, set it off, then throw. It rolls down the beach and down towards the Spider-Crabs, who ignore it in favor of you.

“Flare spotted! All guns adjust to these coordinates! Time-on-target barrage! High-explosive salvo!”

Oh goodness, time to make yourself scarce.

> Take cover behind some rocks
> Call for help from the 504th
> RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN
> Write in

>>35113153
> Grab some smoke grenades, you’re going on a run.

HAH HAH TIME FOR SUICIDAL HEROICS

>>35113618
>Take cover behind some rocks

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>>35113593
His butt is hard as a rock and filled with nanomachines. Rook's is deliciously soft and pliant and probably also filled with Neuroi nanomachines.

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>>35113618
> Take cover behind some rocks

Too bad Rook can't dig like a trapdoor spider.

... I wonder if there's a witch with a spider familiar...

>>35113618
>RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN

>>35113618
>> Call for help from the 504th
Pick up pls

>>35113618
> Take cover behind some rocks
> Call for help from the 504th

>>35113618
> Take cover behind some rocks

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>>35113618
>RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN
nope
nope nope nope nope nope

>>35113681
Despite my hatred of spiders, I am intrigued by the idea of a spider-witch.

>>35113618
> RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN
Towards the next flare target, naturally.

>>35113927
Don't worry, I'm sure these guys understand the concept of a danger close fire mission and are 100% competent and capable of not crippling or killing us with our own side's munitions.

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>>35113929
Ring of Witches would be perfect for spider witches.

>>35113641
Neuroi nanomachines best nanomachines.

>>35113927
You know what kills more than the actual initial blast of a naval guns barrage?

Shrapnel, which goes hundreds of metres, and guess where you are most likely to get hit by said shrapnel?

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>>35113967
It's the only way to describe her newfound lewdness. She didn't suddenly become Fuso-ese, after all.

>>35114018
They need to get her ready to install cores after all.

> Take cover behind some rocks

DOWN DOWN DOWN GET DOWN OH NO NO NO NO NO

“Fire!”

You look back as you run to see the horizon light up for only a second. Then a huge series of booms less than seconds apart from each other. As one of your Professors taught you about “Time on Target”…

> Time on Target is a standard artillery procedure. We coordinate as many guns as we can to fire at approximately the same time, so that they fall on the same target at the same time, no shot is no more than a second away from each other.

Admittedly, you skipped over the Artillery class, you’re an Air Witch after all!

You duck down behind some rocks, and quickly curl up your legs.

Then the world simply rumbles and shakes. Your ears pretty much blasted into deafness from the sheer noise. The Neuroi Spider-Crabs explode and split in half, bursting into white mist with the barrage of heavy lead and shrapnel.

Then it stops. Only about five seconds for that barrage.

And you can’t hear anything! Wow! Oh… your ears. That’ll heal you hope.

The redpants fly in above you. One of them worriedly shouts at you.

> “WHAT!?”
> “I CAN’T HEAR YOU!”
> “DID YOU SEE THAT!?”
> WRITE IN

>>35114154
>> “WHAT!?”
>> Pantomime that we're fine.

>>35114154
>> “WHAT!?”
Thumbs up, we're not dead

>>35114154
>> “WHAT!?”
>> “I CAN’T HEAR YOU!”
>> “DID YOU SEE THAT!?”

>>35114154
> "WHAT!?"
> "I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

>>35114154
>> WRITE IN
Give them a few smoke grenades for target marking

>>35114154
>“I CAN’T HEAR YOU!”
More marking to be done!

>>35114154
> “WHAT!?”
> “I CAN’T HEAR YOU!”
> “DID YOU SEE THAT!?”
> WRITE IN
Give'm some of the smoke grenades.

In that order.

> “WHAT!?”
> “I CAN’T HEAR YOU!”

You scream at them.

… WOW, You can’t even hear yourself talk! That’s freaky! All there is that weird buzz through your ears. You really really hope you just didn’t make yourself deaf right now. At the very least though, you hope they say that. Fernandia’s admiring smile at least must indicate that!

Fernandia and one of the redpants pick you up and start flying you out. The third grabs the rest of your smoke grenades and starts marking more targets.

They set you down by the hangar once again, where a hasty Headquarters has been re-established. You yawn, forcibly. You hear yawning is good for regaining your hearing. Fernandia and the other girl dismount and tend to you. Suddenly, the other witch plants her hands on your ears. Her hands start glowing blue and-

“CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW!? screams Fernandia. OW, WOW. You just got back your hearing, damn it!

“You don’t have to shout!” you rub your forehead, frowning.

“Good! Nice work, reckless, but nice work!” says Fernandia. “Certainly wonder I didn’t think of that.”

Suddenly, you hear the sound of a jeep’s screeching tires. Could it be? You turn your head away from the healer’s hands to see a very familiar jeep.

[1/2]

>>35114769
[2/2]

Well. Not so familiar. It seems to have had a few modifications. One, there is now a dual mount .30 Caliber MG (probably stolen from a Banshee) on the passenger seat. Two, there is now a stand for another M1919 .30 Caliber for the driver. Three, there is now what appears to be two MG-131s with a single bazooka in the center in some weird gun rack design in the back. To top it all off, the rest of the Jeep itself looks very bare.

“Rookie!” yells the Jeep Jockey. “Look at what they fucking did to my girl!”

Daphne, Vera, and Karen hop out. “Rookie!” They all run over and immediately swamp you in hugs. “Oh, darling, we’re so glad you’re alright!” yells Darling.

> No time for hugs, business!
> Hugs, hugs all around (but not you Jeep Jockey)
> Write in

>>35114796
>> Hugs, hugs all around (but not you Jeep Jockey)
Like Rookie would ever not be alright

>>35114796
> Hugs, hugs all around (but not you Jeep Jockey)
Yeah!

>>35114796
> No time for hugs, business!
As much fun as being a hugslut is, we're in the middle of a goddamn warzone.

>>35114796
>> Hugs, hugs all around (but not you Jeep Jockey)
just a pat in shoulder for Jeep Jockey.

>>35114796
> No time for hugs, business!
LESBIANS LATER FIGHTING NOW

>>35114796
>> No time for hugs, business!

>>35114796
>> Hugs, hugs all around (but not you Jeep Jockey)
But you Jeep is now bitchin' Jockey, so you get a thumbs up or something I suppose.

>>35114796
>> Hugs, hugs all around (but not you Jeep Jockey)

>>35114796
> Write in
HUG EVERYONE! Even Jeep Jockey too.

> Hugs, hugs all around (but not you Jeep Jockey)

You grip them tight, grinning. Oh, your favorite girls. “Oh, Daphne! It’s good to see you!” You kiss her on the cheek. She squeals, happily hugging your side. “And Vera, you too!” You kiss her on the forehead. She squeaks as well, hugging your front. “And Karen-“ … You just realized you don’t actually interact that much with Karen. “… KAREN!” You kiss Karen on the forehead as well. She blushes, hugging your side.

You look over at the Jeep Jockey. He looks at you, expecting something. You shake your head. “Aw come on! I drove them here!” he says.

Fernandia smiles. “Rest of you guys, 509th?”

“Correct!” says Daphne. She lets go of your hug and salutes Fernandia. “Flying Officer Daphne Fairbanks reporting. We’re here for our Witch.”

“Sweet ride!” says Fernandia as she looks over the Jeep.

The Jeep Jockey sighs, slumping in his seat. “My poor girl will never run the same…”

“Right,” says Fernandia. “Now that we got ourselves a whole bunch of Witches, we can drive Roy back into the sea, let U-Boat packs mop up the remainder.”

“Hold on,” says Karen. “None of us brought our Strikers.”

“Well you have that!” says Fernandia. “How hard could it be?”

> “We’ll take the offensive.”
> “I’m sorry, but we can’t do much else.”
> “We should try and work up a defense.”
> Write in

>>35115168
>> “We should try and work up a defense.”
>> "We can also see if we can have our Strikers delivered here."

>>35115168
>> “We should try and work up a defense.”
We can also see if we can get our Strikers sent over

>>35115168
>> “We’ll take the offensive.”

gogo dakka jeep

>>35115168
> “We should try and work up a defense.”

>>35115168
>“We should try and work up a defense.”
Sod it, enough dithering, let's play it safe-ish for now.

>>35115168
>> “We’ll take the offensive.”
Go go magical SAS Jeep!

> “We should try and work up a defense.”

“Perhaps we should try and organize a defense,” you say.

“Huh?” Fernandia looks at you all as if this is some kind of big revelation to her. “Go on the defense? But we got the New York and the Mediterranean Fleet on stand by, and we’ve got Army Forces in Venezia moving in. Much as I loathe northerners, we’ve got a solid offense.”

Daphne nods. “The Rookie is right. We need to organize the remaining soldiers here.”

Fernandia rolls her eyes. “Fine, I’ll talk to Commander Junko and we’ll start getting defenses from her down to the Venezian border.” She and her healer start moving off you. “You all start organizing things here.”

“Alright!” you all say.

Daphne leads you all to the jeep. “Okay, we don’t know what the full scale of this attack is, so we need to play it by ear. Jeep Jockey-“

“Let me guess, I need to go back, don’t I?” he says.

Daphne nods. “Go and request reinforcements, bring our Strikers if you can. Vera, Karen, you two are our runners. This airbase is now our rallypoint, any defenders you find without any place to defend, you bring them here.” They both nod as well. “I’ll stay here and organize what I can. Rookie, anywhere you want to go?”

Vera says, “I’d recommend you go back with the Jeep Jockey. The Commander was worried sick about you.”

> Stay with Daphne
> Go with Vera and Karen
> Go with the Jeep Jockey
> Write in

>>35115671
>> Stay with Daphne
Big Commander fan here, but I would actually like to hang with Daphne this time around. Oh, and
> Send the jet Strikers back with JJ. They suck.

>>35115671
>Stay with Daphne

>>35115671
>> Stay with Daphne
Tell her we're fine, we should stay here and help

>>35115671
>> Go with the Jeep Jockey

>>35115671
>> Stay with Daphne

>>35115705
This

> Stay with Daphne

You smile. “I’ll stay with you, Daphne. It’s the least I could do.”

Daphne smiles, placing her hand on your shoulder. “Very good, darling, eh? Vera, Karen. Get to it.” They nod, running off and grabbing weapons. “Jeep Jockey, godspeed!” She pats his helmet.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be back in a jiffy,” he says. He points to a pair of mechanics. “Hey, you two! I need gunners! Get in!” The mechanics quickly run over to the Jeep and start manning the guns. “We’ll see you.” The Jeep roars away, nothing but dust as it goes off the road.

“Alright.” You and Daphne start walking down the runway. “Daphne, what do you want me to do?”

“Just stay safe,” says Daphne. She looks over at your Striker. “Huh? Did you use the Jets?” You nod. “How come you’re not using them now?”

> “They get tiring after a while.”
> “Reasons.”
> “They’re useless.”
> Write in

>>35116058
> “They’re useless.”
Fuck the Jets!

>>35116058
>> “They’re useless.”

>>35116058
>> “They get tiring after a while.”
they really need to make them less tiring

>>35116058
>> “They get tiring after a while.”
"If not for that they are great."

>>35116058
>> “They’re useless.”
Can't use something that drains you in a fraction amount of the time you can use a regular set of strikers.

>>35116058
>> “They get tiring after a while.”

>>35116058
>“They get tiring after a while.”
Crash and burn tiring.

>>35116058
> "They're useless."
Really anything that drains all your energy THAT fast isn't worth using.

>>35116058
> “They get tiring after a while.”

>>35116058
>> “They get tiring after a while.”

> “They’re useless.”
> “They get tiring after a while.”

You sigh. “They’re tiring, very tiring after a while. So… that means they’re useless.”

“Oh, Darling.” Daphne wraps her arm around you, pulling you close. “I’m sorry. It seemed so amazing, eh?”

“It did,” you say. “Well… too bad I suppose. I’ll have to go back to the Cobra.” The Aira and the King have not failed you yet.

“Right, Darling. That’s the spirit.” Daphne smiles as you stand at the end of the airfield. You can silhouettes of Neuroi in the water, waiting to spring their attack. This oughta be good. “Alright, Darling. The Neuroi will be attacking again soon I fear, eh. Think we’ll be ready?”

You nod. “Of course.”

“Still…” Daphne frowns, uncharacteristically. “Really wish we had brought our Strikers…” She turns around, then blinks. “Is that a Peashooter?”

You turn back. In that hangar is indeed the Peashooter where you ripped out the radio. “Yeah, why?”

Daphne scratches her chin. “Hm. Suppose we can use that.”

> I’ll hotwire it.
> No.
> Good luck then
> Write in

>>35116506
> I’ll hotwire it.
Fiiiine.

>>35116506
>I’ll hotwire it.
Daphne you are insane, and I shall support your insanity.

>>35116506
>> I’ll hotwire it.
This can't go wrong! Too bad Bucholz isn't here: she'd like to see Rookie bent over, working on the wires and wriggling around...

>>35116506
>> I’ll hotwire it.
Be careful though, there's stuff in it, gross stuff

>>35116506
>> No.
this will end with them dead

>>35116506
>> I’ll hotwire it.
This will end well.

Alright guys, I need to go to sleep. Try not to die, don't disappoint the commander too hard, make out with Daphne if the opportunity arises and help Neuroi-tan learn more about humanity so she can better implant cores in witches.

>>35116691
Will do, on all accounts.

> I’ll hotwire it.

You stick your rump out in the air as you quickly set the radio back where it belongs. “Right… ignition ignition ignition…” Now, the armament for the peashooter consisted of two M1919 Brownings and an M2 .50. Not bad, not bad at all.

Daphne curiously stares at you as you work, her eyes occasionally drifting to your rear, then shifting back to you. “So… you know how to fly a plane, Darling?”

“Well… can’t be too hard, do you?” you ask. You have no idea how to fly a plane actually but it certainly can’t be too difficult. If anything, Daphne shouldn’t know how to fly a plane. If anything, you haven’t met a witch who knows how to fly a plane!

“I have two years of flight experience,” she says.

…

Ah.

“Maybe I should fly,” she says.

> No, no. It shall be me.
> Fine, fine.
> Write in

>>35116934
>> Fine, fine.
For the best I suppose

>>35116934
>> Fine, fine.

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>>35116934
>> Fine, fine.
Yes, Daphne, be distracted by the butt.

>>35116934
> Fine, fin.
Yees please, lets not have a repeat of the whole "I can totally drive" thing.

>>35116691
Nobody make install core on 509 art yet? How disappointing.

>>35116934
>Daphne curiously stares at you as you work, her eyes occasionally drifting to your rear, then shifting back to you.
C'mon Daphne, you know you want to, it's right there, open and defenseless

>>35116934
>> Fine, fine.

>>35116934
> No, no. It shall be me.

>>35117060
Touch it

> Fine, fine.

You sigh. “Okay. Fine.” You quickly climb out then let Daphne have a sit in the cockpit.

“Ugh…” Daphne blinks, looking down. “What is that!?”

“I don’t know and I don’t want to know,” you say. “Anyway, Daphne. Be safe up there, alright. Engine should be good to go.”

“R-Right.” Daphne recovers, grabbing some flight goggles and placing them over her eyes. “You know, Darling. I must say, I’m feeling a bit of apprehension.”

“Oh?” you ask.

“It’s just…” Daphne sighs. “I mean- I haven’t flown fighter aircraft before. Flew a cropduster for those few years. But this- This is quite a new thing, eh. And I uh… Yeah. I’m very very nervous.”

…

She smiles at you, nervously. “Can you help me not be nervous?”

> haha no get up there.
> “Just do your best and good luck.”
> Give her a few locks of your hair for luck
> Write in

>>35117501
>> Give her a few locks of your hair for luck

>>35117501
>> Give her a few locks of your hair for luck
Lewd. I hope Rook puts a core in her later.

>>35117501
> Give her a few locks of your hair for luck
Kiss her cheek too

>>35117501
> Give her a few locks of your hair for luck
Can do!

> Give her a few locks of your hair for luck

You quickly take up a few strands of your hair and pull. It stings a bit, but you manage to get a few good locks of your hair, which you hand off to Daphne. “There, take it.”

Daphne looks at the locks as if they were the Holy Grail itself. “Oh sweet Lord.” She takes them gently, letting them hang in between her fingers. “Y-You’re too kind- I… I can’t! I can’t take this!”

“Take it.” You tousle her hair a bit. “For good luck, okay?” You smile reassuredly at her. She has this, you’re quite sure she has this now. She’s flying up with your hair after all!

Daphne smiles, then salutes you as she stuffs the hairs into her sleeve. “I won’t let you down!” She raises her finger, determined. “IGNITION! ON!” She presses the button, and soon the propeller starts rolling. The Peashooter gains a blue aura, and the propeller is affronted with a magical circle of runes, which starts spinning as fast as the propeller. You step off the wing and start walking away as the Peashooter darts out of the hangar, then nimbly flies off into the air.

Yeah, Daphne has this, you’re sure of it.

“Incoming!” Soldiers start running from cover to cover as drones fly in from the ocean. “It’s the second wave, here it comes, boys!”

Karen and Vera. Damn it, they’re not here yet.

> Grab a car, go find them
> Stay here, they’ll be back
> Write in

>>35117934
>> Grab a car, go find them
The best driver

>>35117934
>> Grab a car, go find them

>>35117934
>> Stay here, they’ll be back
Might need to support foobs.

>>35117934
>> Stay here, they’ll be back

SUPPORT GRUNTS

>>35117934
> Stay here, they’ll be back
Ties are fun.

>>35117934
> Stay here, they’ll be back
Sounds fine to me.

>>35117934
> Stay here, they’ll be back

> Stay here, they’ll be back

You’ll have to rely on them to get back on their own time. For now though, you have to cover the men. “Oi, Suzy!” You look to a Britannian mechanic running over with an M2 Browning. “Take dis!” He throws it to you, and you take it quickly.

Oh yes.

“Here they come! Stand fast!” You run over to a pile of sandbags and brace the weapon on the wall. Sure enough, fish-like drones start flying over the airfield. A loader comes by with ammunition, and he helps you load in a belt of .50. You cock the bolt, then start filling the air with as much fire as you can.

The drones all scatter and spread out as soon as tracers start coming right at them. Many of your shots tear right through them, sending them hurtling to the ground in smoking wrecks or just popping them like balloons. You pick up a pair of binoculars to see further down near Monaco, the beaches are being blasted to bits by the Mediterranean Fleet. For all the Neuroi’s planning, they seem to have neglected our naval power at their expense.

You look out to see Daphne’s Peashooter as well, doing surprisingly well against the Neuroi. She blasts drones out of the air with relative ease as if it were second nature.

Then you hear the sound of tires. You look back to see Jeep Jockey’s Jeep, jetting onto the airfield. The guns go all out on the drones. He pulls the Jeep up to you. “Hey, Rookie! Bucky’s behind me with the rest of the 509th, she’ll be here in a minute!” He reaches into the back and tosses you an SCR-300 Walkie-Talkie. “She’ll want to talk to you!”

You pick up the receiver. “Hello?”

“Pilot!” Commander Bucholz sounds frantic. “Are you okay!? What’s the situation!?”

> Situation normal. How are you?
> We’re holding fine.
> We could really use you now.
> Write in

>>35118558
>> We’re holding fine.

>>35118558
>> We’re holding fine.
Not too bad actually, well I mean we don't know where Karen and Vera are, but Rookie herself is okay

>>35118558
>> We’re holding fine.
>> We could really use you now.
Kinda sticky, could use some more hand.

>>35118558
>> We’re holding fine.
We doing good, Commander, and waiting for you to reward us with a spanking.

>>35118558
>> We’re holding fine.

>>35118558
> We’re holding fine.
Naval barrages really even out the odds.

> We’re holding fine.

“We’re holding out, Commander, we-“

“Stay right there! We’re coming!” The Commander hangs up you quite quickly. Huh. You’ve never seen the Commander that frantic before. Oh well. Time to get back into the action! You see the Jeep Jockey speed down the airfield again, with his jeep firing guns blazing.

Then you see the 509th fly overhead. Rachel and Daisy first, then Carla, then the Commander. They start clearing the skies easily. Carla herself goes to town with tossing grenades which pop and drop drones left and right while Rachel and Daisy shred units with their machine guns. The Commander herself simply rams the drones out of her way, only occasionally firing with her rifle.

“Daphne!” You grab the receiver again. “Can you hear me? The Commander’s brought help!” An M18 Hellcat pulls up next to you, then immediately fires, shaking the sandbag wall. Jeez! You quickly grab the Walkie-Talkie and start moving away.

“Splendid!” says Daphne. You look up to see Daphne’s Peashooter, smoking worriedly from the engine.

“Daphne, what’s that smoke!?” you ask.

“A Drone got me from behind, it’s probably nothing!”

> Alright, keep up the good work
> No, you land right now
> Write in

>>35118993
>> No, you land right now
Never tempt the Fate.

>>35119003
Seconding this shit, engine failure ain't great

>>35118993
>> No, you land right now
Commander, you being reckless.

>>35118993
>> No, you land right now
They brought our Strikers anyway, time to switch out to something better

>>35118993
>> No, you land right now

>>35118993
> No, you land right now
Smoke is never probably nothing.

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>>35118993
>> No, you land right now

>>35119298
Where is +1 button when you need it?

>>35119298
I love it, I always need more Rookie/Daphne

>>35119362
That's Bucholz you heathen!

>>35118993
> No, you land right now

>>35119378
So it is

I need sleep

>>35119378
So far we only get the pictures of Bucholz, Johannes, Rookie and Rose. Oh, Burnie and Kelly too.

We need other witches now.

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>>35119413
But anon, I did the lezberions last thread.

>>35119298
I'm not sure if Rookie is tiny or if Bucholz is huge.

> No, you land right now

“Land now, Daphne. I won’t have it. Smoke is never nothing!”

“But-“

“Land.” You’re firm, not harsh. Firm.

Daphne is quiet for a second over the radio, then says, “Alright. I’m coming in to land, cover me.” She banks the Peashooter right then starts coming in for a landing, just as the skies start becoming clear of drones.

“Hey!” says Rachel. “Roy’s backing off!”

You look to see that yes indeed, the Neuroi are retreating. They ignore the Peashooter in favor of returning back to the sea from whence they came. The soldiers start throwing their helmets into the air, cheering and firing off their rifles into the sky.

“Yeah! When you get back to your pansy-fucking ass hive, tell ‘em the Witches sent ya!” yells Daisy.

“509th, regroup!” says the Commander as she and the flightworthy Witches start coming into land.

[1/2]

>>35119462
Okay, i missed that.
Which is which, i forget.

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>>35119506
[2/2]

“This is the USS New York, Mediterranean Fleet is returning to stand by.” You click the radio off and start walking towards the Peashooter, where the rest of the Witches are gathering. The Jeep Jockey rolls his battle stricken Jeep up, where the Commander immediately lays a map down.

“Nice work out there, Foobs!” says Carla as she slaps a very stiff Daphne on the back. Daphne grins at her, obviously a little forced. The poor girl’s face is smoked out and blacked from that engine hit. Probably nothing your butt.

“Pilot.” You walk up to the Commander, who smiles warmly at you. “I’m glad you are doing okay.” You all look to see more Witches coming in, the 504th Joint Fighter Wing.

>>=[| THE 504th JOINT FIGHTER WING |]=<<
>>=[| The Ardor Witches |]=<<

The Fuso Witch in an immaculate white uniform greets the Commander. “Commander Junko. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Commander Bucholz, 509th.” Commander Bucholz is quick to drop her smile in favor of a more business-like approach. “Shall I fill you in on the situation?”

“Not so fast,” says Commander Junko. The Commander blinks in surprise, tilting her head. “Fernandia has mentioned to me the heroic feat of your young Pilot Officer here.” The Commander looks at you, to which you shrink a bit. “She ran up to a group of attacking Heavies, and marked them for the USS New York. All were destroyed.”

Commander Bucholz crosses her arms, her eyes narrowing at you minutely. “Is this true?”

> Yes.
> No.
> She exaggerates.
> Write in

>>35119535
>> Write in
"...is it that impressive?"

>>35119535
>> She exaggerates.

>>35119535
>> Yes.
The snitchiest

>>35119535
>> She exaggerates.
...but
>> Yes.

>>35119535
>> She exaggerates.

>>35119535
> Yes.
Either the commander's gonna kill us, or we're gonna give her a heart attack with these constant heroics.

>>35119595
She'll upgrade to Schwerer Gustav when she disciplining Rookie now.

>>35119298
Has Rookie's side-ties always been a thong?

>>35119535
> Yes.
It wasn't all that much

>>35119869
They have to allow clearance for her tail feathers.

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>>35119595
It's starting to get a bit worrying. Rook and the Commander might need to have a serious talk about her overprotectiveness.

>>35119298
Something seems kind of off about Bucholz's breasts... Also, wow Rook's been tanning a lot.

>>35119869
Well, the side-tie thong started out as just her dress trousers, but they kinda evolved inot her everyday wear at some point.

> Yes.

You blink, looking around, trying not to look her in the eye. The other members of the 509th quickly edge away from you, except for Daphne of course. “Well… yes.”

The Commander stares at you, obviously not amused, much to Commander Junko’s surprise. “We will discuss this later,” says the Commander. “Anyway, Commander Junko. We have things to discuss, the situation.”

The Commander of the 504th nods, smiling. “Proceed.”

You all start leaning over their shoulders. “Carla, compass please.” Carla hands her a simple compass, which she places down on the map. “Right. Here is the situation as it stands.”

“We are losing more than ten kilometers per hour to Neuroi advances from the East. Hive O-3’s attack has been supplanted by elements of K-2, O-7, O-5, and K-1 in a great offensive across the Gallian Front. So far, their attacks have swept across the lines, sending our forces into disarray. The 506th Joint Fighter Wing, along with General Montgomery’s Joint Army Corps has more or less secured the north but in the South, things are not as good.”

You can tell there is something bothering the Commander.

“Forces in Helvetia have been silenced, we do not know yet if they have been wiped out or simply encircled, but we do know they are not contacting us. As for Southern Gallia, Army Group South has been divided, and the various pockets of resistance that we are putting up are being squeezed out. So far, we have managed to secure our holdings in Monaco, keeping us with Venezian and Romagnan Army Support, and the Mediterranean Fleet appears to be untouched. But if we lose Southern Gallia, the rest may well follow.”

Daphne squeezes at your hand a bit, concerned. Oh, poor girl.

[1/2]

>>35119968
Iconic trousers, more like.

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>>35119298
Ara ara!

>>35120013
[2/2]

Commander Junko nods, calculating. “I see. The 504th and the 509th will have to cooperate on this. We are too far to provide the Helvetian Liberators any support.”

Oh…

Rosemary.

“Yes,” says the Commander. “They may be fine though.”

“How can you tell?”

“We sent with them a squad of Tank Witches.”

>>35120057
No options? I guess this is a lead into a Tank Witches story.

>>35120013
>Daphne squeezes at your hand a bit, concerned. Oh, poor girl.
Isn't that because she's concerned about you losing your home, Rook?

>>35120057
>SEVERE MECHA MUSUME FLASHBACKS

>>35120092
Poor Rose. She's going to have to go to another world to find her Rookie after she gets ganked by a Su-roi.

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>>35120057

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-pdy0n33bZU

Oh boy oh boy, you know what this means. Time for a perspective switch next week on an unspecified date which I will specify sometime this week or next week.

Tomorrow however, I will be running Magical Green Lantern Quests. For those of you who are fans of the DC-verse and like Green Lantern, the Quest is up your alley.

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See you next time.

>>35120145
Noice, don't worry Rosemary you won't go dying

Nice thread Schteel see you next

>>35120145

Thanks for running schteel.

What punishment is Rookie getting?

>>35120145
Thanks for running, boss.

>>35120229
>What punishment is Rookie getting?
Orgasm denial

>>35119964
yeah, squished boobies are tricky. Anyway have a fun version.

http://i.imgur.com/AWKUN1W.png (nsfw)

>>35120394
Oh, oh my.

>>35120394
Lovely

>>35120394
ooooh myyyy

For whatever reason, I've still yet to get around to watching Strike Witches. Should I move it up in my backlog before I read this, or can I just jump right on in?

>>35120586
Watching it could help a bit.

>>35120087
Didn't Rookie mention in an earlier thread that even though she had a Gallian military honour, she wasn't Gallian herself? As far as I can recall, that and Liberion are the only two nationalities she's confirmed to not be.

>>35120617
Not really, Strike Witches is a shit anime. At best, you can call it an interesting concept ruined by the fact that Japanese writers are responsible for trying to work with it.

>>35120751
I don't think she said that. If anything she's most strongly tied to Gallia, between that medal (less strong case now that she also has a Knight's Cross) and her sister being involved in the Gallian Reconstruction and her service pistol being a Gallian (French) one.

>>35120751
>Didn't Rookie mention in an earlier thread that even though she had a Gallian military honour, she wasn't Gallian herself?
I don't know about that

>>35120839
> Strike Witches is a shit anime
Nah, its average.
Though honestly strike witches universe and other spin-off media far better than SW anime.

>>35121119
Calling SW average is an insult to other shows that could be considered average.

The show exists to appeal only to lonely nerds who can't get it up unless they're looking at underage girls flashing their panties for the camera, while allowing plenty of material for even lonlier nerds to debate which girls are the Japanese anime ideal of lesbian.

>>35120899
>>35120919
Whoops, I misremembered. It was the Academy, where she recieved the medal, that wasn't Gallian.

>>35121206
Funny since for me after a few episodes, i can look past above the panties.

I came to SW for cute girls fighting the aliens in mecha musume style. And i get it. It average for me.

>>35121381
This.

>>35120839
I disagree - I enjoyed it (although enjoying something doesn't necessarily mean it's good, I'll grant you). It was like going back and watching K-On again, with slightly less good characters but slightly more things actually happening

I for one loved Strike Witches, and think that people who hate it for pantsu are childish, repressed scrubs with no taste.

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