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PREVIOUSLY ON STRIKE WITCHES OF GALLIA: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=509th%20JFW

Rachel is livid as she stares out the window of the DC-3. “Ugh… war bonds.”

“Cheer up, Rachel, we get to go back home!” says Daisy.

With the lines stabilizing again in Gallia and with money for tanks, ammo, planes, and other materiel starting to run short, the Coalition of Nations (League of Nations, United Nations, Joint Nations, they’re known by anything by anybody) decided a War Bond tour was in order. To that end, they decided to send the 509th Joint Fighter Wing even FURTHER back into the Rear Echelon and start a tour of propaganda.

Normally, you’d probably be adverse to influencing the hearts and minds of people to war, but in this case, it has to be. Time is money after all.

And this DC-3 is comfortable! Carpeting, leather seats, all kinds of luxuries you have never seen in air travel before! You can see Carla and Karen already busy napping on top of each other in their seats, Vera and Daphne pressing their faces against the window trying to get a glimpse of Liberion, and Rachel and Daisy conversing as you all fly in. The Commander was flying co-pilot, something she insisted on doing.

“We ought to be out there, Daisy, you know that,” says Rachel. “Going home is fine but not when there’s actually a Neuroi threat out there. I’d rather be slogging it in the skies than have to give those ‘moto’ speeches like Captain Liberion.”

Daisy sighs, resting her head on Rachel’s shoulder. “You worry too much. When we get to the hotel, we can really get comfortable~…” she says in a very knowing tone. Rachel rolls her eyes at that. Daisy huffs, looking over to you. “Come on, Rooks. Help me out here.”

> Rachel is right, we should be at the front.
> Daisy is right, we should take the time to relax!
> OOOH, THEY’VE GOT CHEESE ON BOARD
> Write in
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>>35587695
> OOOH, THEY’VE GOT CHEESE ON BOARD
For real this time
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>>35587695
> OOOH, THEY’VE GOT CHEESE ON BOARD
I reiterate.
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>>35587695
>> OOOH, THEY’VE GOT CHEESE ON BO- Ahem, I mean, yes, Rachel is right, we should be at the front.
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>>35587695
>> OOOH, THEY’VE GOT CHEESE ON BOARD
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>>35587695
> OOOH, THEY’VE GOT CHEESE ON BOARD
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>>35587772
This is so very lewd it may actually lap back around to wholesome. Good work.
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>>35587772
Nice work, anon!
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>>35587772
What's up with Rookies skin color? Is she not getting enough sun? Is she turning into a zombie?Is it the Neuroi setting in?
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> OOOH, THEY’VE GOT CHEESE ON BOARD

OHOHO~… here we go Cheese! You take a bite into the slice.



CHEDDAR.

You spit it out on your plate, wiping your tongue with your hand. Ugh, who eats cheddar besides fat Liberions and peasants. Yuck! The only thing worse than Cheddar is probably Cotswold Cheese and that is really saying something. Hmph, you set the cheese aside and look over at Daisy and Rachel.

Daisy looks at you like you just sprouted a penis on your forehead.

“Well…” you say, deciding to compose yourself. “It is true that perhaps we are more useful fighting the Neuroi rather than being on the homefront. But never underestimate the power of the Civilian during the war. Take General Sherman’s march to the sea!”

Rachel glares at you. “Don’t remind us.”

Ooh, sensitive topic.

“Anyway,” you say. “Wherever they send us will be important! I assure you.” You just wish they had something other than cheddar.

“Look!” says Vera. “It’s the Statue of Liberty!” Vera and Daphne fighting over each other to get a clear view out their window.

> Talk with Rachel and Daisy some more.
> Sightsee with Vera and Daphne
> Nap, you won’t be landing for some time anyway.
> Write in
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>>35588013
>> Nap, you won’t be landing for some time anyway.
Time for sleep molestation
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>>35588013
>> Sightsee with Vera and Daphne
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>>35588013
> Sightsee with Vera and Daphne
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>>35588013
>Sightsee with Vera and Daphne
But in a dignified manner of course.
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>>35588013
>Sightsee with Vera and Daphne
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> Sightsee with Vera and Daphne

You look out the window as well to see sure enough, popping through the clouds below you is Lady Liberty’s torch. The Statue of Liberty, gifted to Liberion from the nation of Gallia. You are in awe at its copper touch, the slate she carries in her arm, and the crowd she wears. You could daresay its one of the great wonders of the world.

Daphne says, “It’s amazing, eh!”

“I have never seen anything so big!” says Vera.

“Pffft, wait ‘til you see the Empire State Building,” says Daisy.

Typical Liberion one-upmanship.





The plane finally screeches to a halt at the airport. You all grab your bags and get ready to disembark, the only person who doesn’t seem to look forward to it is Rachel. Commander Bucholz comes in from the cockpit, dressed immaculately in her finest dress uniform and even wearing her peaked cap and her medals as well. “Well, well, well,” says Daisy. “Commander, is General Blackstone going to meet us?”

“Nein, Daisy.” She walks past you all, glancing out the windows occasionally. “We are meeting with some people the Liberions have selected from their propaganda departments.”

“Are they gonna make cartoons of us?” says Carla. “Because that would be sweet!” You must admit, the idea of you being a Disney cartoon is a bit lovely.

[1/2]
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>>35588464
[2/2]

“Maybe, we’ll talk for a few minutes, then we’ll get driven to our hotel, rest up. Then tonight will be our dinner to show our support and to raise money. I trust you all won’t mess even that up,” she says. The door opens up, and the stairway leads down onto the runway. The Commander is first, followed by Carla, then Rachel and Daisy, then the rest of you.

Out there to greet is a mess of reporters flashing you with cameras. Your eyes! You’d prefer the lewd kind of flashing to this! But still, REPORTERS. You wave, giving a winning smile to all of them as you walk through the crowd to what appears to be a limousine. In front of it stand a few men in Liberion military dress. One of them, a very happy looking old man walks up and salutes the Commander. You all salute back. “Commander, I’m Captain Franks.” He gestures over to the man next to him. “This is Theodore Geisel, US Animation.”

OH THEY ARE MAKING CARTOONS OF YOU.

Captain Franks looks down at you. “Well say, I’ve heard of you!” He gives you the brightest grin you have ever seen. A regular propagandist if you have ever seen one. “You’re the kid who took down that Neuroi Railgun some months back.”

> “Oh, it was nothing.”
> “Yep, that was me!”
> “It wasn’t just me.”
> Write in
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>>35588486
>> “It wasn’t just me.”
It was totally just me
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>>35588486
>“It wasn’t just me.”
Humility is a virtue, as is not lying and hogging all the glory.
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>>35588486
> "Yes, that was me!"
Eat up all the praise and attention.

>Your eyes! You’d prefer the lewd kind of flashing to this!
Rookie please.
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>>35588486
> “Yep, that was me!”
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>>35588486
> “Yep, that was me!”
OOOOHOHOHOHO
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>>35588486
>> “It wasn’t just me.”
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>>35588486
>> “It wasn’t just me.”
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>>35588486
> “Yep, that was me!”
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> No Frank Capra.
Missing opportunities, mate, if only for the Jimmy Stewart connection.
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> “It wasn’t just me.”

You clack your heels, giving your best smile to him. “Oh, it was not just me, Captain. I dare say the Karlsland Resistance, the 509th Joint Fighter Wing, and maybe even Squadron Leader Graf had a say in it.” You might as well be humble, Liberions dig humble folk.

Captain Franks nods, opening up a door for you. “Good, come, come! I’ll have my driver take you to the Hotel where you shall be staying.” You all step inside the luxurious automobile, and find it spacious for all ten of you, not including the driver. Theodor Geisel sits down next to, nodding to you then opening up his sketchbook.

“Now,” says Captain Franks as he scoots in next to Commander Bucholz. “Here’s the skinny.” You rock back as the car starts speeding down the street. “Y’all are some of the finest heroes this side of hemisphere. Little girls want to be you, men want to have you for wives.” He pulls out a cigarette and pops it between his lips. “But most importantly, y’all are the heroes of this war.”

And finally, he says, “I will be most blunt with you. This war could not be sold to the homefront were it not for you cute little girls.”

Daisy tilts her head to Rachel, smiling. “Didja hear that, Rach? He called you cute.”

“I know I’m cute, we’re all cute,” says Rachel. She pinches Daisy’s cheek. “You the most.”

[1/2]
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>>35588905
[2/2]

Captain Franks chuckles at that. “Mister Geisel here is working with the Animation Department. He’s going to be working on a series of shorts involving the 509th. Short little tutorial stuff, informational films. Stuff like Private SNAFU.” He quickly lights up his cigarette and rolls down a window. “He’s one of the best artists we can enlist for this effort.”

You look over to him, and find he is already deep in sketching. Quite the bouncy little characters he’s got going. He smiles a little at you. Hm… you recognize that art style actually.

Can’t put your finger on it.

> “Do you go by a pen name, Mister Geisel?”
> “How long are we going to be here?”
> “I’m excited to see what the homefront has to offer!”
> Write in
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>>35588932
>> “How long are we going to be here?”
It's not our homefront.

>>35588905
>This war could not be sold to the homefront were it not for you cute little girls.
What, you mean the whole thing with invaders from somewhere else devouring everyfuckingthing isn't a good reason to go to war? Huh.
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>>35588932
>> “Do you go by a pen name, Mister Geisel?”
Can't hurt to ask right?
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>>35588932
> “Do you go by a pen name, Mister Geisel?”
> “How long are we going to be here?”

These two are important.
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>>35588932
>> “I’m excited to see what the homefront has to offer!”
>> “Do you go by a pen name, Mister Geisel?”
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>>35588932
> “I’m excited to see what the homefront has to offer!”
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>>35588932
>“Do you go by a pen name, Mister Geisel?”
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>>35588944
Well, they're not devouring Liberion. I think the Neuroi are confined to Europe/Asia/Africa.
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>>35588932
>“How long are we going to be here?”
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> “Do you go by a pen name, Mister Geisel?”
> “How long are we going to be here?”

You look over his shoulder. “Do you go by a pen name, Mister Geisel?” He quirks his brow confusedly. “I feel like I’ve seen your work before.”

He shrugs. “I’ve written a few books here and there… went by Dr. Seuss once,” he says.

“Oh! You wrote Horton Hatches the Egg!” You grin happily. You remember reading to that your sister on your leave, and it was the most lovely book! “Me and my sister love that book, Mister!” He grins, nodding, then going back to sketching. You look over at Captain Franks. “Captain, how long are we going to be touring?”

“Oh, if things go well, just a week,” he says.

“A week!?” Rachel shouts. “We could be on the front by then, the fighting could be over by then too!”

The Commander says, “Lieutenant, calm yourself. A week is insignificant. If he says we are to stay a week to boost the morale of the people at home, then that will be what we shall do.” Rachel grumbles, crossing her arms and staring out the window.

A tire screech and a sudden stop indicates you’re at your destination. Captain Franks opens your door and lets you all see just how huge the hotel you’re staying at is.

And just how huge the Empire State Building is as well. Vera looks like she’s turned into an ant!

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Captain Franks remains in the car as you step out. “I’ll meet you down at Broadway, you know the address, right?” You all nod. “Good, good. Dress yourselves up, the staff will lead you to your rooms.” He shuts the door, and the limo drives off.

“Look at this!” yells Vera.

“It is huge!” says Karen. “I’m scared!” She starts hyperventilating a bit. “Everything is so big here!” Carla immediately hugs Karen from behind, calming her down a bit.

“Right,” says the Commander. “We are not sharing one room, instead we are sharing four double suites. So pick a roommate, ja?”

Well, Carla and Karen are obvious as well Rachel and Daisy, that just leaves the Command-

“I’ll have my own room,” says the Commander.

… oh.

> “Don’t you want to share, Commander?”
> “Well, okay.”
> Write in
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>>35589384
> “Don’t you want to share, Commander?”
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>>35589384

> “Well, okay.”

She might need some space to herself every now and then.
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>>35589384
>> “Well, okay.”
Daphne comfort her
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>>35589384
>> “Don’t you want to share, Commander?”
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>>35589384
>> “Well, okay.”
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>>35589384
> “Don’t you want to share, Commander?”
Pout!
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>>35589384
> “Don’t you want to share, Commander?”
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>>35589384

> “Well, okay.”
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>>35589384
> “Don’t you want to share, Commander?”

Yes please.
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>>35589384
>> “Don’t you want to share, Commander?”
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>> “Well, okay.”
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>>35588932
>> “I’m excited to see what the homefront has to offer!”

We're in NEW YORK CITY. Major disembarkment port. I.E. there's countless young strapping soldier lads pent up in barracks awaiting their ship date.

If we can't get super, super laid, then we're insane.
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>>35589587
Neat pic
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>>35589587
The witch hat on the helmet is a bit much, but other than that it's good.
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>>35589384
> "Well, okay."
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>>35589359

Fun fact: Dr. Seuss did political cartoons during the War.

And he didn't pull any goddamn punches, either.
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>>35589606
your new here
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>>35589656
He was also commander of an Animation Department and worked with Frank Capra, director of "Mr. Smith Goes To Washington" and the "Why We Fight" series of videos and Mel Blanc, legendary voice actor.
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>>35589606
Rookie doesn't want anybody but the Commander.
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>>35589668

*you're
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> “Don’t you want to share, Commander?”

You pout incredibly hard at her. “Commander, do you not want to share?”

Rachel says, “Yeah. I’m still skeptical about this business of war bonds and shit. But you know, Commander, maybe you should bunk with your Unit for once.” The Commander crosses her arms, looking at Rachel sternly. “Oh come on, Bucky. What, do you sleep in the nude?”

You shake your head. “Only her underwear.” Everyone looks at you. The Commander gets a hint of red on her cheeks. You shouldn’t have said that. You should not have said that. “Eh… yes. Uh… Yes.”

The Commander sighs, rolling her eyes. “I would prefer to sleep alone. Pilot, you can sleep with Vera and Daphne.” They wave at you, smiling. With that, she goes on alone without you. Aw… Daphne stands next to you, mimicking your sorrowful expression.

“Well, darling, you’ll find I can be a good bunkmate, eh,” she says.





The Celebratory Dinner isn’t until tonight, but already you’re feeling anxious. You pace the room in naught but your blouse and your trousers, hands behind your back, eyes glued to the floor. Daphne sips her tea as she peers out the window while Vera runs around the suite, completely in awe at how big it is.

“Everything is so big!” she says. “I have never had so much room for activities before!” She lies down on the floor, feeling the carpet. “Oh, this carpet is so soft I could munch on it!”

“I’d prefer you didn’t,” you say as you step over her.

> Forget anxiety, time to play around
> Visit Rachel and Daisy in their room
> Visit Carla and Karen in their room
> Visit the Commander in her room
> Write in
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>>35589782
Yes, and?
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>>35589860
>> Forget anxiety, time to play around
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>>35589860
>> Forget anxiety, time to play around
Please Vera
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>>35589860
>> Visit Rachel and Daisy in their room
Let's see if Daisy actually does anything beyond getting in shenanigans with Rachel.
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>>35589860
>“Oh, this carpet is so soft I could munch on it!”

There's laying it on thick, and then there's THIS.
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>>35589935
But Anon, it's GermanSchteel. All he knows is thick, heavy, hard, pandering of the little girls variety.
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>>35589860
> Visit Rachel and Daisy in their room
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>>35589860
>> Forget anxiety, time to play around

SHE. WANTS. TO. FUCK.
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>>35589935
Isn't it great?
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>>35589860

> Forget anxiety, time to play around

Woo, best squaddies!
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>>35589860
> Forget anxiety, time to play around
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>>35589860
>Forget anxiety, time to play around
Bonding!
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>>35589860
> Forget anxiety, time to play around
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> Forget anxiety, time to play around

Ah forget it, this is going to wreck you if you keep your head on it. You stop then look down at Vera, who’s still rolling around on the carpet. “Vera, you seem so surprised at the space we have.”

“That’s because I’ve never had this much space before!” she says. “It’s like living in a palace!”

Daphne looks over, placing her empty cup of tea on the nightstand. “Well, certainly it is a bit of space, eh? And look at these pillows too!” She holds up a pillow, fluffy and as big as Vera even. “Comfy!”

You scratch your chin. Pillows, eh?





Daisy walks into your room. “Hey, Rooks, Foobs. I was wondering if y’all-“



She finds the giant pillow-couch for you have assembled from couch cushions, bed pillows, and blankets built out of the giant couch. On the front of it reads “Fort Rookie – Liberions Keep Out!!” Daisy walks over, confused. She knocks on the front.

You poke your head out. “Oh, look, Daphne. It’s a Liberion.”

Daphne pops out as well, wearing one of the complimentary towels folded upon her head like an Arabian Shah. “Ah yes, eh, it is a Liberion!”

Vera pops her head out as well. “Go away, suka!”

Daisy narrows her eyes. “… how come I wasn’t invited to make pillow forts?”

> “Your authority is not recognized in these lands!”
> “What are you here for, Daisy?”
> Retreat back into the Fort, this Liberion does not deserve your attention.
> Write in
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>>35590268
>> “Your authority is not recognized in these lands!”
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>>35590268
>“What are you here for, Daisy?”
Speak your purpose intruder!
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>>35590268
> Retreat back into the Fort, this Liberion does not deserve your attention.
Blow a raspberry at her first!
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>>35590268
> “Your authority is not recognized in these lands!”
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>>35590268
> Retreat back into the Fort, this Liberion does not deserve your attention.

In before planefag shows up and crashes your pillow fort Schteel!
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>>35590268
>> Retreat back into the Fort, this Liberion does not deserve your attention.
>>35590335
could you not talk about him here
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>>35590268
> “Your authority is not recognized in these lands!”
...
> “What are you here for, Daisy?”
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>>35590268
>> “What are you here for, Daisy?”
Well, I asked to see more of her, and I guess we're getting her.
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>>35590268
>> “Your authority is not recognized in these lands!”
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>>35590268
>vote for lesbian sexiness
>receive the MOTHER-FUCKING PILLOW FORT

You are dead to me.

DEAD.
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>>35590335
Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice
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>>35590268
[x] Fuck in the pillow fort
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>>35590376
See, he would show up as soon as the pillow fort did.
>>35590470

>>35590516
You assumed he wasn't already here.
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>>35590559
>You assumed he wasn't already here.

ahahahahah oh god my sides

correct
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> “Your authority is not recognized in these lands!”

“Your authority is not recognized within my Queendom, Daisy!” You turn your head up to her, slowly descending back into the fort.

“Yeah, eh!” says Daphne, also doing the same thing as she descends back into the fort with you.

“… Suka!” Vera drops back into the fort.



You pop back out. “But seriously, what do you request, Daisy?”

Daisy shrugs. “Well, I was trying to get Rach to buy into the idea of a little resting and relaxing in the states, you know… wink wink, nudge nudge.” You stare at her, confusedly. “… anyway. She’s not buying it, so I decided to see how you all were doing.”

You smile. “I am doing splendidly.” You snap your finger. “Daphne, foot massage please!”

“Okay, eh!” says Daphne. Aaahhh… Daphne’s wonderful fingers run along your feet, pressing away all the stress and the anxiety. Now that is bliss.

Daisy nods, kneeling down next to your fort. “Well, I suppose that’s nice and all…”

You tilt your head. “Something wrong?”

She sighs. “I just feel like I need to do something to just make Rachel… see that it’s not all bad we get to go away from the front. I mean, we got comfortable beds! A whole room to ourselves, and what does she do? She sulks by the radio.”

Vera pops out, glaring at Daisy. “Just fuck already.”

Daisy huffs. “As if I hadn’t tried already.”

> “Just keep at it, she’ll come around.”
> “You and Rachel have been together for some time, yes?”
> “Don’t listen to Vera, that’s not proper!”
> Write in
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>>35590637
>> “You and Rachel have been together for some time, yes?”
At least as long as we've been with the 509th
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>>35590637
>> “You and Rachel have been together for some time, yes?”
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>>35590637
> “You and Rachel have been together for some time, yes?”
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>>35590637
>"Apply alcohol until the problem ceases to be problematic."
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>>35590595
I KNEW IT! When's the next tread fap angel?

>>35590637
> “You and Rachel have been together for some time, yes?”
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>>35590637
>> “You and Rachel have been together for some time, yes?”
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>>35590637
> “You and Rachel have been together for some time, yes?”
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> “You and Rachel have been together for some time, yes?”

“You and her have been together for some time, yes?”

Daisy nods. “Since we were kids on the farm. She was on the farm a few miles down the road, I was on the farm a few miles up. We’d walk that distance just to see each other, play in Dad’s airplane sometimes.” She shrugs, sighing. “I miss those days. Things were a lot simpler when you’re a kid and you don’t have a lot to worry about.”

You nod. “Well, maybe you just have to get her to remember those days. Let her know that this is a time not just to raise the hopes of people at home, but to just rest and relax. For all of us!”

Daisy taps her chin, apparently accepting. “Huh. That’s an idea.” She stands up, planting her fist in her palm. “Fine then, I’ll see if I can’t go with the nostalgia approach. Thanks, Rooks. You may be a snitch but sometimes you have your moments!”

You blink, frowning. “Um, thank you?”

With that, Daisy waves goodbye and leaves. You hope she does get through to Rachel at least.

Then your stomach growls. Oh boy.

> Head down to the Dining Hall
> Order Room Service
> Write in
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>>35591140
>> Order Room Service
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>>35591140
>> Order Room Service
On Liberion's dime.
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>>35591140
> Head down to the Dining Hall
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>>35591140
> Order Room Service
Opulence! It's Rookie's thing!
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>>35591140

> Order Room Service

Some say we would be pushing it.

Those people are retards who don't have blue cheese, all expenses paid, shipped up to their rooms.
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>>35591140
> Order Room Service
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>>35591302
Rook is a cheese prejudice. Blue cheese is good, yeah, but hating feta? Fuck her and her cheddar hair curls.
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>>35591351

Okay, see here, when God gives you all expenses paid, you get the hottest of all the cheese shit.

When God gives you shitty cheese, you find a new God. Next you'll be advocating we eat that shitty pre-grated cheese-in-a-bag junk in supermarkets. I wouldn't decorate a microwave pizza with that shit out of fear of ruining the microwave pizza.
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> Order Room Service

You reach out for the phone. “Hello, Room Service?” You have Vera hold the menu for you as you decide what to have for lunch. “I would like to have your finest cheeses, a bottle of wine, a cut of Roast Beef with sides as well, and some strudel as well. Please put it on the tab of the US Army please?” Once that’s settled down, you say, “Very good. Thank you.”

In thirty minutes or less, your food arrives. Vera opens the door to see an entire smorgasbord of food awaiting you, along with several slices of various cheeses of all kinds! Hurrah!

Too bad they’re all Liberion and they’re terrible at cheese.

But there’s a slice of blue cheese, which is always nice. And maybe their strudel is as good as their hotel!

You all settle yourselves in your fort as you eat up. Vera herself takes the time to eat pretty much half of everything that’s on the trolley. “Vera, slow down,” you say. “You are going to get fat that way.”

Vera pouts at you, cheeks full of food. “Bite me.” She swallows then proceeds to stuff more roast beef into her gullet. And with her hands too, you shudder. So uncivilized! Unlike you and Daphne, you eat your strudel (which actually is good!) with knives and forks like actual human beings.

Daphne blinks. “Oh, darling! Since we’re going to the Dinner tonight and we are supposed to look our best, you’re going to wear your medals correct?”

> Just the Knight’s Cross
> Just the Legion D’Honneur
> Wear ALL the medals
> Write in
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>>35591660
> Wear ALL the medals

Oh-oho-ohoh!~
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>>35591660
> Wear ALL the medals

You ALWAYS wear all the metals!
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>>35591660

> Wear ALL the medals

Wow, did we actually get to eat a slice of blue cheese without something or someone ruining it at the last possible second?

When are the Neuroi attacking? Politics kicking in soon? Neuroi girl vanishing forever? Where's the horrible impending downside, I know it's there.

Waiting.

Lurking.
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>>35591660
> Wear ALL the medals
So long as we don't end up looking like a Chinese general.
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>>35591752
>Neuroi girl
She's actually here too. She's following us, waiting for the perfect chance.
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>>35591660
> Wear ALL the medals
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>>35591821
Probably floating outside the window again.
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>>35591821
With those nanomachines that are in Rook, Neuroi Girl is always inside of Rook.

Always.
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>>35592112
Rookie doesn't even remember her name. She's clearly becoming Neuroi.
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>>35592031
Or under the bed.
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> Wear ALL the medals

You smile. “I’ll wear ALL of my medals!”

“Of which you only have those two,” says Vera.



You nod, sighing. “Yes. Thank you, Vera.” You pat her head then take another bite from your strudel. “But more seriously, medals are not everything. That’s what I told Karen, and that is what I believe fully.” Not entirely true, you do wish you could get the Golden Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds like Rudel. Suck on that, Graf.

“Of course,” says Daphne. “Darling, I do hope the dinner is nothing too important. Perhaps just talking with a few Officials and the like and that’s it?”

“I hope so as well, much as I do love the high life, we do have a job to do,” you say. “Plus, old men in suits that barely fit them gets tiring after a while, yes?” You all nod at that. “Anyway, I’m sure the dinner will be great. You’ll see!”





You all wait outside in the cold streets, waiting for your driver to show up. The 509th Joint Fighter Wing is on their way to Broadway. Well, sort of. If your driver would show up.

Carla sighs. “I can’t believe it but I think I’m missing the Jeep Jockey. At least he gets here on time.”

… Wow, you didn’t even realize he was missing. Huh. You look over to see Rachel and Daisy. Daisy hanging off Rachel’s arm while Rachel simply stares off into space with a small smile on her face. Awww, they must have done it. Good for them!

Karen continues looking around. “Everything is so large, I cannot handle it!”

“Relax,” says Carla. “It’ll be fine, Karen. Just stay by me.” Karen nods, hugging Carla’s side for support.

The Commander checks her watch, sighing. “We can’t wait any longer.”

> Let’s wait a little longer
> Let’s walk there
> Write in
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>>35592167
>> Let’s walk there
It's not like we're going to get mugged in New York City.
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>>35592167
> Let’s wait a little longer
Ugh, walking?
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>>35592167
>> Let’s walk there
>>
>>35592167
> Let’s wait a little longer

>Awww, they must have done it. Good for them!
Rookie is a good dirty girl.
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>>35592167
> Let’s walk there
>>
>>35592167
> Let’s wait a little longer
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>>35592167
> Let’s wait a little longer

The Jeep Jockey hijacked the car, didn't he?
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>>35592784
You voted while I was writing I'm sorry

> Let’s walk there

“Let’s walk there, Commander. We should exercise initiative, Broadway is not that far anyway.”

The Commander scratches her chin, looking down both ends of the street. The sound of honking, tires screeching, and people yelling fills your ears. So this is the Big Apple as Rach and Daisy occasionally call it. Not much of an Apple, more like a Tomato. The Commander then finally relents. “Fine, let us walk there.” Everyone shrugs, following the Commander as she leads you all down the street.

“We’re gonna be late anyway,” says Rachel. “Might as well be fashionably late.”

Carla says, “Now Rach, it’s good to be punctual. I just…” She sighs. “Wow, I really am missing the Jeep Jockey now.”

“I know!” says Daisy. “I never thought I’d miss that stupid grin on his face.”

The Commander looks back at them. “You only miss him because he’s not driving you there.” They all nod, agreeing with that sentiment.





You arrive at the little theatre. The 509th’s Logo up in lights. Captain Franks sees you all, then grins. “Girls! You’re finally here! I’m glad you walked!” He walks up to you, taking the cigarette from his lips and looking at you all to make sure you all look nice. “Driver got into an accident, thank goodness no one was hurt.”

The Commander nods. “Our Pilot Officer thought it proper for us to walk since he did not arrive.”

“Well ain’t that some good intuition,” says Captain Franks. “Come on. I want you all to meet someone.” You all step into the lobby, which is filled with men and women, dressed in their finest clothes. You can hear the horns play music further inside the building. Finally, you meet with Captain Franks’ man. “Ladies, I’d like to meet one of the US’s most finest directors.”

> “You’re Frank Capra!”
> “It’s nice to meet you.”
> “What’s he done for the war?”
> Write in
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>>35592873
>“It’s nice to meet you.”
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>>35592873
>> “It’s nice to meet you.”
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>>35592873
> “It’s nice to meet you.”
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>>35592873
> “It’s nice to meet you.”
Heh.
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>>35592873
> “You’re Frank Capra!”
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>>35592873
> “What’s he done for the war?”
Nothing I bet!
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> “It’s nice to meet you.”

You shake his hand, smiling at him. “It’s nice to meet you.”

He nods, smiling at you. “Girls, good to meet you all. My name’s Frank Capra, I work with the US Army.”

Captain Franks nods. “Indeed, that’s Major Capra to you all.” Ah, darn you should’ve saluted him! “Oh, relax, this ain’t Pearl Harbor. We’re here to celebrate the heroes of the Second Great War. Now, Frank here makes films on the important of why we fight. In fact, he just released a film on the Guangzhou theater if I recall.”

Major Capra nods. “That’s right. If I recall, the average GI loved it which is something I like to hear.”

“Great!” Captain Franks slaps Major Capra’s shoulder, then leads you all past him. “Come on, we’ve got dinner to attend, War Bonds to raise! Every dollar that these people spend in here goes to make another tank or another Liberator or a Fortress.”

The dining hall is big, huge even! Captain Franks sits you all down at a long white table in front of everyone. And he even gives you a seat next to the Commander! Nice. You all sit down. “So, Captain Franks, what exactly are we going to do?”

Carla bows down, leaning past you. “We’re not singing are we?”

[1/2]
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>>35593341
[2/2]

“No, no,” says Captain Franks. “What y’all are gonna do is simple. Promote the war a bit, sign autographs cuz a few of these folks here have brought their kids, speak about bravery, all that stuff. Just show them the war isn’t all suffering out there.”

“Well, considering the shit we get into sometimes,” says Daisy. You all giggle a bit at that.

“Of course,” says Captain Franks. “Oh, here comes a good fan now!”

Walking up to you in a particular is a girl, with spectacles much like Karen’s. Her uniform marks her a Karlslander. She’s probably in Liberion’s own Academy program for Witches. “Hi there!” she says, holding up a notebook. “I just want to say, I’m a big fan of you and I really…” She squeals a bit, bouncing in place.

“Are you a Witch too?” you ask.

“Oh yes!” she says. “I’m training for my certification in the Schwerer Panzerjaeger Jagdtiger Model.” … Wow. She holds out her notebook. “Would you sign this?” You nod, taking the little notebook from her.

> Sign your name
> Sign something encouraging
> Have everyone sign with you
> Write in
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>>35593362
>> Sign something encouraging
>> Have everyone sign with you
>> Realize after signing we signed as Rookie
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>>35593362
> Sign your name
> Sign something encouraging

Give us a name Schteel! We want her name!
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>>35593362
> Have everyone sign with you
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>>35593362
>> Sign something encouraging
>> Have everyone sign with you
Forget to sign our name.
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>>35593415
No we don't.
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>>35593362
> Sign your name
> Sign something encouraging
> Have everyone sign with you
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>>35593362
> Sign your name
> Sign something encouraging
> Have everyone sign with you

>>35593498
>we
Don't speak for everybody. I want a name too.
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>>35593362
>>35593362
> Sign your name
....This girl, she can't be The Rookie fron MM quest, can she?
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>>35593613
Dammit anon, now she's doomed!
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>>35593633
Nah, she doesn't die.
Everybody around her does though.
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> Sign your name
> Sign something encouraging
> Have everyone sign with you

You smile, taking a pen and writing down the autograph. You invite the others to come and sign their names as well, just to give her that much more notoriety.

“There is victory in the little things.”

And with that you sign off your name! Just like everyone else. The girl takes her notebook and smiles, looking at it. Then she narrows her eyes a bit. “… Rookie?”

… OH DID YOU SIGN- WHAT!? NO

She giggles a bit while Rachel and Daisy laugh their behinds off. “It’s okay,” she says. “Everyone calls me that too. Sometimes I forget what my own name is.” She sighs, still giggling a bit. “Thank you!” She walks off.

… DAMN IT

[1/2]
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>>35593939
[2/2]





https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v582kPp43Mg

You sit turned in your seats to observe the US Army Air Force Band and a local chorus sing one of the local Liberion fight songs. Rachel and Daisy quietly mouth to the lyrics, while you all nod your heads to the tune. From what the Commander told you, it’s apparently one of their most favorite songs and is going on a hundred years old.

Afterwards, it finishes up. The theatre is ablaze with applause, and you happily applaud the trumpeteers, the drummers, the singers, everybody. Makes you wish you had learned an instrument as a child. You all turn back, and find servants serving up plates of ice cream! Wow, it’s been so long! You happily start gobbling up the soft serve ice cream and find it to be one of the most delicious bits of ice cream you have had in such a long time. Just the way it flows and melts over your tongue… Yes!

The Commander looks down at you. “Enjoying yourself?” she asks. You nod. “I’m glad. I must admit, I have some anxiety about this.”

Rachel leans, glaring at the Commander. “And you were badgering me about relaxing?” Daisy brings her back.

“I consider myself a soldier like yourself, however when it comes to the homefront and having to address the civilians as a soldier… it is like having to teach a child how sex works.” She shudders.

“That’s quite the analogy,” says Carla.

The Commander holds up some index cards. “Captain Franks told me to prepare a speech. So I have…” She sighs. “Could one of you speak for me and I will make the excuse that I have a sore throat?”

> “I’ll speak for you.”
> “Nope.”
> “Not it.”
> Write in
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>>35593967
> “I’ll speak for you.”
Anything!
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>>35593967
> “I’ll speak for you.”
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>>35593967
>“I’ll speak for you.”
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>>35593967
>“Nope.”
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>>35593967
> "Why not Carla? She is our Executive Officer, after all."
Sorry Carla, throwing you under.
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>>35593967
>>35594172
> "Why not Carla? She is our Executive Officer, after all."
Backing this up.
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>>35593967
>>35594101
Changing my vote
> "Why not Carla? She is our Executive Officer, after all."
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> Write in

You look over to Carla. “Carla, perhaps you would?”

Carla smiles, taking the index cards from the Commander. “Thanks, Bucky. Don’t worry, I’m a natural at smoothing over crowds and the like. You didn’t make the XO for nothing.” She motions Captain Franks over and whispers into his ear. Probably just informing him she’ll be reading the speech in his stead.

And thusly, in a few minutes, the theatre goes quiet for the speech. Carla stands up, dusting down her uniform a bit. “Hello everyone, my name is Lieutenant Carla E. Buscaglia. I am the Executive Officer of the 509th Joint Fighter Wing and I will be speaking in place of our Commander who has a sore throat unfortunately.” She clears her throat, shuffling through the index cards. Everyone looks to her, attentively.

[1/2]
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>>35594577
[2/2]

“It’s been a long war, it’s been a tough war. Men and women have put their lives down in the defense of their homes and families against the encroaching powers of the Neuroi hordes. None of us Witches are any different from that. Some of us have lost home and family to the Neuroi, and we wish to make it so that no one else loses theirs.

“As Witches, we know our duty is to fight for our countries. But with everyone working together, banding their knowledge, their resources, and their manpower together, there is something we have learned: and that is some things transcend borders. In this case, our duty as Witches is no longer to fight for our country, it’s to fight for humanity.

“And you can do the same, even if you cannot participate in the war. If you were looked over from the draft, if you were medically disqualified, if you are too young or too old to serve, that does not mean you cannot help us fight. Every dollar and every cent that you give to War Bonds, helps a soldier in need. It puts the ammo in his gun, the grenades on his belt, and the helmet on his head. It puts the machine guns in the tanks, the ammo in the main guns, and the steel in their hulls. It puts the engines in the wings of a Fortress, the glass in their cockpit, and the bombs in the bomb bay. Every dollar counts. So if you’ve got some money burning a hole in your pocket, don’t hesitate. Donate. Buy War Bonds.”

There is a resounding round of applause for Carla. “Ladies and Gentlemen: Carla Buscaglia.” She sits back down, waving at everyone, smiling.

The Commander looks at her, surprised. “Wow, Carla. That- that wasn’t even remotely what I wrote.”

“Yeah…” she says. “Yours was a bit…” She holds up the index cards, revealing only a few sentences. “Barren.”

The Commander rolls her eyes. “Brevity is wit.”

> “I think we’re done here.”
> Talk to a member of the 509th JFW (Specify)
> Call for more dinner, maybe they have some decent cheeses!
> Write in
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>>35594599
> Congratulate Carla on her speech
> Call for more dinner, maybe they have some decent cheeses!
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>>35594599
>> Congratulate Carla on her speech
>> Call for more dinner, maybe they have some decent cheeses!
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>>35594599
> “I think we’re done here.”
Time to go!
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>>35594599
>Talk to a member of the 509th JFW (Carla)
Congratulate her and ask her if she has much experience with public speaking.
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>>35594599
> Congratulate Carla on her speech
> Call for more dinner, maybe they have some decent cheeses!
May as well see if they have any of the good stuff while we're here.
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> Call for more dinner, maybe they have some decent cheeses!

You smile at Carla. “Well congrats, Carla. That was an amazing speech!” Carla smiles at you, popping some ice cream into her mouth. “I must admit, I don’t think I could do something like that. How do you do it?”

She shrugs. “Eh, it’s easy. You just give eye contact here and there, focus on the little things, and just keep the speech running through your head. In this case, I did actually have to improvise but it wasn’t anything too complicated. Boil your topic down and you can go on for hours if you want.”

Daisy whistles a bit. “You’d make a good teacher.”

“Ha!” Carla slaps the table, laughing. “Haha! That’s a funny joke, Daisy!”

You raise your finger and motion for another plate of dinner. Let’s see what they have. Oooh yes, the servant comes with a cut of prk, mashed potatoes with gravy, peas and corn. And a slice of what appears to be more blue cheese. You take the slice and sniff it. Hm… strong, very strong. Not too repugnant though. Somewhat soft texture, a bit crumbly and creamy on the edges…

Ah, this is Stilton, a Britannian blue cheese. Not bad, not bad at all! You’re about to take a bite when the Commander taps you on your shoulder. “Pilot. Could we speak for a moment, in private?”

> Can it wait just a second?
> Of course!
> Write in
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>>35595047
> Of course!
Obviously!
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>>35595047
> Of course!
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>>35595047
> Of course!
Like we'd say no.
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>>35595047
>> Of course!
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>>35595047
>> Of course!
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>>35595047
> Of course!
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>>35595047
>Of course!
Cheese blocked yet again.
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> Of course!

You sigh, then stand up. Sorry cheese. You’ll just have to wait. You and the Commander excuses yourselves from the table then start walking onto some place secluded. It takes a few minutes of course considering how huge the place is and how many people are around. You don’t even go into the bathrooms!

Nope, you end up outside in an alley, freezing a bit.

“What did you want to talk about?” you ask.

She shrugs. “I just wanted to know your opinion.” You tilt your head. “About me, personally.”

You smile a little. “I-“

“Be honest,” she says.

… Um. Wow.

> “Well, honestly…”
> “I think you’re great.”
> “What is this all about?”
> Write in
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>>35595479
>> “Well, honestly…”
Tell her she is a great commander but too worry-wat for her command.
And she is sexy.
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>>35595479
>> “Well, honestly…”
Time to tell her she's a fantastic commander, but a worry wart, and we worry about her because of how much we love her.
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>>35595479
>“What is this all about?”
Now I'm worried.
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>>35595479
> “What is this all about?”
Pretty much what those two guys said about worrying. Hopefully nothing too bad is going on.
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>>35595479
> “Well, honestly…”
Hopefully Rookie isn't too explicit.
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>>35595479
> “Well, honestly…”
> “I think you’re great.”
That IS honest!
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>>35595479
> “Well, honestly…”
> "You're sexy, but you drink too much."
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> “Well, honestly…”

You shrug. “Honestly, Commander. You can worry a bit too much sometimes… and be a bit stiff.” The Commander crosses her arms, tilting her head worryingly at you. “B-But that’s about it I mean- I uh…” You purse your lips, glancing at every angle except the Commander’s. “W-what do you want me to say?”

The Commander says, “The truth.”

You nod. “That was the truth.”

The Commander nods, leaning on the wall and sighing. “Well then. I worry too much?” You nod at that, just slightly, not violently. “And I’m stiff. Well- that’s probably something the Lieutenants would say I would imagine. But…” She scratches her chin. “Goodness I could use a drink right now.”

“Oh yeah, you drink a lot too,” you say. The Commander blinks, looking at you. “Just… you know.”

She looks up, stuffing her hands in her pockets. “The drink is the best friend to have when you have none.”

“Well why drink?” you ask. “I’m right here.”



You shouldn’t have said that. You should not have said that.

The Commander giggles, kissing you on the cheek. You blush intensely, even more intensely around the area she pressed her lips against. Oh jeez. “Sometimes you know the right thing to say, Pilot. I love that about you.” She smiles, and you can’t help but smile too. She takes her hand from her pocket and caresses your cheek. “You know, relationships on base aren’t really authorized.” You frown at that.

“Well, I-“

“But we’re not on base. Are we?” She leans in, closer and closer. What- what do you do? You- She’s going to kiss you!

You’ve never kissed anyone in your life!

You didn’t even know she was gay!

> “Wait, Commander…”
> Kiss her
> Write in
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>>35596069
>> Kiss her
....like there is another choice.
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>>35596069
>“Wait, Commander…”
>>
>>35596069
> Kiss her
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>>35596069
> Kiss her
You fool!
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>>35596069
> Kiss her
FULL SPEED AHEAD
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>>35596069
> Kiss her
I'm just waiting for the interruption thats obviously going to happen.
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>>35596069
>> Kiss her
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>>35596150
Is this the part where someone walks into the alley and the commander gets nailed with fraternization charges?
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>>35596069
> Kiss her
> 'Commander, is this a one night stand or should I expect more?'
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>>35596181
>Witches
>getting charged for anything
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>>35596181
More like the entire unit is hiding somewhere watching this whole thing play out. And one of the accidentally makes a noise right before our lips connect.
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>>35596244
Or someone looking for us and stumble on Rookie and Commander as their lips connect.
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>>35596244
It's Daphne bursting into tears.
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>>35596218
Of course, how silly of me to forget.

So it'll just be the commander getting nailed, then.
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>>35596283
No, Rookie gets nailed. She's sub and Bucholz is dom, silly.
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>>35596283
Oh, she's getting nailed alright.


Oh, you didn't mean by Rookie. Well, let's hope not.
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>>35596357
How many witches lewdfics you have planned anyway?
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>>35596425
None for this quest yet. 23 total ideas.
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>>35596487
Any suggestions?
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>>35596524
Neuroi Girl-Rookie-Commander threeway?
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> Kiss her

You press up against the wall. You want to kiss her, you really do but- Should you go in as well or-

The Commander solves the issue for you. Her soft lips rub against your lips, sending tingles right down your skin and down every bone in your body. You shut your eyes, and find yourself feeling warm everywhere, even in this cold weather. It’s like… bliss. Sheer bliss.

She pulls back, you motion forward only to stop yourself. Nope, that was it. Don’t embarrass yourself. The Commander smiles. “Well, Pilot. Thank you.” She runs her hand along your thigh Ohoho… “I know I can find comfort in you. Would you be willing to stay the night with me?” You nod violently. “Sehr gut.” She kisses you again on the lips. “I already have the wine ordered, yes?” She steps away, walking to the door.

“O-okay, Commander…” You tilt your head, smiling. “So, is everything okay now?” She turns back, looking at you. “Just- all of this?”

“With you by my side, sure,” she says. “But let’s keep it between us, ja?” You nod violently. “Sehr gut, sehr gut. Come on, Pilot.” She checks her watch as you head back inside. “We should head back to the hotel, it is getting late.”

Oh, you can’t wait.

Ow… You grab your forehead. Feels like someone just stabbed a nail through your brain. The Commander looks down at you. “Something wrong?”

“No, no,” you say. “Just… headache.” She frowns, wrapping her arm around you and pulling you close. “Don’t worry, it’s probably nothing.”

“Should hope not,” she says. “Because I think tonight you are in for a grand spanking.”

Ohoho~…
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>>35596625
That's it for tonight's episode of Strike Witches of Gallia Quest. Tune in tomorrow for a rousing episode of...

>> MAGICAL GIRL LIBERTY AND THE SHARD OF THE IMMATERIUM <<

at 3PM EST.

Follow at: https://twitter.com/GermanSchteel
Ask at:
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See you next time.
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>>35596696
Thanks for the thread!

Even if worst girl won.
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>>35596696
Thanks for tonight boss!
That last pat kinda unexpected.

>>35596727
oy
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>>35596625
>Ow… You grab your forehead. Feels like someone just stabbed a nail through your brain.
That's the sensation of Best Girl being jealous.
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>>35596625
>dat ending

Welp, got another fic to write.
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>>35596625
That was you're sudden spider sense Rookie. It felt Daphne's heart being ripped in two by your betrayal.
>>
Asking again for suggestions.
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>>35596696
Thanks for running, boss.

I finished compiling all of your quests. Counting this thread, the totals are:

Girls und Panzer: Lafayette Girls Academy - 805k words, 2300 pages
Magical Girl Liberty - 70k words, 173 pages
The Magical Green Lantern - 43k words, 102 pages
Magic Shop Quest - 33k words, 82 pages
Wandering Spirit Quest - 11k words, 29 pages
Robot Decommissioner Quest - 30k words, 76 pages
Strike Witches of Gallia Quest - 137k words, 329 pages
Sweetie's Six Quest - 4k words, 15 pages
Yuri Quest - 5k words, 15 pages
Space Station 13: Security Quest - 3k words, 8 pages
Mecha Musume Quest - 21k words, 53 pages
Vamp x Wolf Quest - 5k words, 15 pages
Poor Trader Quest - 8k words, 20 pages

TOTAL: 1,175,000 words, 3217 pages

.odts are here: https://mega dot co dot nz/#!m0UwVKJb!imJyDiGol0y15pzLGjR109Nsyw3ZGUtEThTAUkpEvMo

Man, Schteel. You ever think about going professional?
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>>35596860
> 1,175,000 words, 3217 pages.

Oh jeez.

OH JEEZ.

Thanks for your compilation but...

OH JEEZ.
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>>35596920
Don't think of it in terms of pages and words, think of it in terms of uncounted numbers of happy anons!
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>>35596920
I know, right? And by the end of the weekend you'll have been running quests for a full year, going by LGA's start date. This is why you're my favourite QM.

Just don't burn yourself out or anything. If you need to take breaks, I don't think anyone would hold it against you.
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>>35596837
I'm sorry man, I have nothing to offer, I just cannot lewd the witches, even with Rookie's mind and toorop's art.
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>>35596920

This is the path you wrote



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