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“Relax. They've gotten shy about shooting ever since the American artillery brigades showed up.”

As long as they don't realize that said guns are almost out of ammo – maybe they're just as depleted. Or so the rumor mill says. Both sides have been ground down – you shake your head violently before your thoughts can drift again.

“We've got a solid plot. We'll be with you shortly. Hang on!”

You keep climbing through the solid overcast that's shut down the battle for England, any second expecting to hear the distinctive FSSSSH-WHAM of Martian artillery rockets detonating around your head. The forces pushing on London are below you right now – if Amelia asks you to flip on your nav-lights so they can find you, you'll be blown asunder.

You're starting to wonder if you're going to make it out of this. And now that you're over Martian lines, baling out isn't an option any more. You might make the ocean, and pray that the damn dinghy inflates. If you ditch. If... how did the manual put it? “In the event that the plane floats...” Yes. “In the event.” Yeah, it'll be a long, slow sink into-

“Amelia, keep talking,” you hear yourself say. “I'm... I'm having trouble here.”

“Your engine going out?”

“No. Focusing.”

“Copy that, Ghostrider. We're almost there.”

Within a minute she hails you again, and you look over the dead, smoking Engine #1 to see the faint outline of Amelia approaching, the magic blades of her Strikers a faint blue glow that cuts through the English fog. As she sidles up to your wing, you make out another witch with her – they're actually holding hands. The newcomer looks scared, even from this distance, her twintails waving in the slipstream.

“Thank god,” you sigh with relief. “Bring me home, Amelia, I'm tired of this shit.”

“Don't worry, kid,” the older woman replies, giving you a thumbs-up from just beyond your wingtip. “I'm going to lead you to the closest friendly tarmac I find."

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You follow Amelia's lead unerringly, trusting to her experience. Her magical talent is for navigation, and she's already demonstrated her skill plenty during this sortie alone. More importantly, she circumnavigated the world in a Lockheed Electra – a twin-engined plane, like your Widow. She understands steel-wings in a way most Witches don't, and she's sensitive to your precarious fuel situation. You're itching to keep talking, to keep the throbbing ache in your head from dulling your senses even more, but repeated radio transmissions in proximity of Martians is unwise. Besides, Amelia clearly looks busy, her expression one of concentration as she stares into the overcast intensely, seeing something you cannot, the-

“FUCK!” you snarl, slapping your flight helmet with one gloved hand. You fumble for your switches and turn on the short-ranged UHF. “Ameila, is it safe to transmit on low-band?”

“Should be, we're a few miles off the beach now,” she says.

“Hey, froggie. Uh, Georgia. What's your name, again?”

The twintails witch looks startled, and glances at you over the ruined engine. “Eh?”

“Talk to me, kid. I'm having a hard time staying awake, here?”

She looks at Amelia helplessly, but Amelia shakes her head slightly and mouths something – probably “I'm very fucking busy.” The French witch looks back at you, her expression incredibly uncertain.

You're bleeding from the head and contemplating your very possible demise, but that doesn't mean you can't be diplomatic.

>what discuss?

>>37336897
Why the hell were you all alone up in the fucking clouds?

>>37336897
"Are French redheads crazy in bed?"

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inb4 Panzer, crix a shit, faith in planefag, etc.

>>37336897
Where are you from? Got any hobbies?
Let's not talk about how, if she was alone, that could mean her entire squadron was shot down over Martian-held land and therefore as good as dead, if they're lucky.

>>37336897
Why are you soaring here all alone!

*Insert several lines of idiotcy here*

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>>37336937

You got separated from your wingman during a dogfight and then your crew (gunner and radio operator) bailed out like little pussy bitches just because you were clearly unconscious and the plane was in a nasty spin.

What a bunch of crybabies.

>>37336997
WE MUST BREAK THEM!

>>37336997
I think he meant ask her that.

>>37336997

Oh wait, you mean what the fuck was FROGGY doing up there all alone without an escort. HMM GEE THAT'S A GOOD FUCKING QUESTION great now I have to actually figure out an answer you motherfucker I ought to cut you, just fucking slice you

>>37336997
I knew that. I was asking a question to said French Witch.

>>37336897

"SO, WHO ARE YOU FUCKING."

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>>37336972
>Inb4 Panzer

That's my line!

>>37336696
Considering writing yet another spinoff, where can we talk about it?

>>37337050
IRC channel is #swq on IRC.

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>>37337050
>Considering writing yet another spinoff, where can we talk about it?

Just give me a ring at 1-(800)-273-8255

but seriously now, pop into #SWQ on Rizon, that's our IRC

>>37337032
+3.
Since we know erotic auto-asphyxiation is a typical French thing, this is a valid topic.

>>37337032
"SO, ARE YOU FUCKING WHO?"

>>37337082
trudeinitialpenetration.jpg

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>Bleeding out
>On enemy territory
>While bullying frogs
This thread is going places.

>>37336897
How did you wind up in the middle of all this?
Got family? Friends? Someone special?
What powers do you have?

>>37336897
>what discuss?
Let's make her thing that Ian is into frenchies (He is) and she is just his type. The cat fight is our first towards revenge for the fucker bailing.

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>>37336897
Ask if she's got someone special. It will make you think about how hard Minna will kill your ass if you come home dead.

This
>>37337032
Followed with this
>>37337154

Even at 0 hp we bounce.

>>37337154
Ian has Perrine. Stop trying to waifu for NPCs, Jesus.

>>37337184
>Not waifuing for crew
What are you, navy?

Plus, we have a tab to settle with the fuckers. Two french stalkers are always better than one.

>>37337184
he must pay the fucking price!

>>37337154
>>37337196
Georgette is already happily involved with someone else. So she'll simply laugh awkwardly and ignore Ian completely.

>Endless Legend downloaded
>Comfy chair acquired
>SWQ thread

Now only booze is left and the day will be perfect.

>>37337154
>>37337196
A shame Georgette's already been taken, by the rare Hetero Seaman even.

>Wake up just in time for SWQ
Good Life Choices

>>37337217
Then we tell her how Ian admires her and all the nice cute pinups he's drawn in his room. Cue ackward introductions later.

>>37337245
We don't even fucking know her name in character, stop trying to force it.

>>37337278
No, I meant to make it up on the spot. Don't care who some frenchie is. Ian would do the same for us.

>>37337321
>Ian would do the same to us.

FTFY

>>37337321
That's still stupid. "Yeah my gunner totally has pinups and drawings of you, some random ass French witch who isn't very famous and who's name I don't know, do I sound retarded yet?"

>>37337321
I dont think so, Minna would turn him inside out.

>>37336897
"Why the hell were you flying up here alone?"

>>37337376
We clearly recognized her from the very realistic drawings of her underwear.

As for the retarded part, PILOT!

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Waiting is always the best part.

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>>37337404
We need more of the best European

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>>37337415
Pic related towards your idea, you're being extra retarded.

>>37336897
>How do I look? I need to look good for the ground crew!

>>37337449
What are you talking about, that one was our best idea ever. You sound like some infantry peasant.

>>37337440
We had enough of Zuchinni lately.

>SWQ
>Macho Man to be entered in to the WWE HOF

Today is a good day!

>>37337507
We just need to find a way to burn that endless energy out of her! We can power city's with her!

>>37337532
>Side Quest: Bring Zuchinni to Tesla

>>37337546
Years later she is locked up by the foundation as a Keter level SCP

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“Soooooooo whoyafukkin?” you ask.

“Ww-ww-wha-”

Amelia's head snaps around and gives you a glare that warms up your cockpit more than the last direct-hit from a Martian maser did. You point at your head wound desperately.
“I do not understand the English this well?” Georgette replies with the careful diction of a well-educated secondary speaker.

“Is there anyone significant in your life?”

“Uhhh.. there are many people?”

“Lover,” you clarify, shaking your head again to dispel the cobwebs.

She looks at Amelia for guidance, but the older woman is still focused on her task, reaching through the ether with her magical witchy powers to read the ley-lines or whatever the fuck she does, you don't know, spinning the D/F loop in circles while wanking off is what Sean does, you're the goddamn pilot. You've got people for this shit. Yeah. That's your story, and you're sticking to it.

“Ah... there is... a man...” she replies.

“So you're fu- it's actually a dude?” you ask.

>>37337605
>it's actually a dude?” you ask.
heh.
Also this is exactly how I expected this conversation to play out

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>>37337605

She looks back at you, her bewilderment clear even over the long wing of your Widow. “Y-yes?”

“No shit,” you say, very mildly surprised. “So what were yah doin up there with no wingman?”

“Ou, I am transferr from Germany,” she replies carefully, tilting her head towards an overnight bag over her shoulder.

“Permanent, or temporary?”

“One month, maybe,” she replies with a slight shrug. “Depends on permission, oi?”

“Who you transferring to?”

“Five-oh-Firrst,” she replies, “Ah, the castle group? Am not sure. Papers are in here,” she says, tapping her bag.

“And you were alone, why?”

She pouts a bit at this. “I am a witch. I can protect myself!”

“They do regular fights with supplies and stuff though. Even have those huge-ass transports that can launch a Striker unit. Why make the flight on your own. You've got to be pushing your range-”

“Could not wait!” she insists. “It's important!”

“What's so important!?”

She flushes at this question, enough to be visible over thirty-odd feet of Widow wing. “Is none of your business, monsouir!”

>Okay, okay. Are you from the 501st?
>BLOOD IN THE WATER

>>37337645
>BLOOD IN THE WATER
Press the advance.

>>37337645
>BLOOD IN THE WATER

>>37337645
>BLOOD IN THE WATER

SHOVEL MORE COAL INTO THE BOILER KEEP THE FIRES RUNNING!

>>37337645
>Blood in the water!
She still hasn't told us the name of her lover.

>>37337645
>BLOOD IN THE WATER
we need keep bouncing or we will DIE!

>>37337645
>BLOOD IN THE WATER
WHATS HAPPENING OH GOD, SOMEONE HOLD ME.

>>37337645
>BLOOD IN THE WATER

>>37337645
"Oh, it just became my business."

>>37337645
>BLOOD IN THE WATER

Pilot. Tact.
Pick one and only one.

>>37337645
>BLOOD IN THE WATER
Your resistance makes my curiosity hungrier!

>>37337645
>BLOOD IN THE WATER
CAUSE WE'RE A PILOOOOT~

>>37337645

>BLOOD IN THE WATER

"WHO IS IT"

>>37337645
>BLOOD IN THE WATER
Amelie is going to shoot us down herself.

>Blood in the water

>>37337645
>Okay, okay- Hey, can you do me a favor? See the rockets? I need you to pry open the pylons so I can ditch them.

>>37337912
Didn't we shoot all those?

>>37337912
On the one hand getting rid of them is a good idea, on the other hand I don't want Georgette to fucking die of horrible german fuel poisoning

>>37337935
Planefag forgets things a lot.

>>37337935
We had 4, we shot two I think

>>37337645
>BLOOD IN THE WATER

And likely all over the cock pit.

>>37337958
We loaded 4, and shot 2.

He hasn't forgotten anything, unfortunately.

>>37337797
AND WE ONLY CARE ABOUT US!

>>37337939

ONE LESS FROG TO WORRY ABOUT.

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“Ooooh ho ho ho, but I think it *is,*” you rejoin, warming to the challenge. Amelia has floated in front of your nose, trusting you to fly careful formation with her. Formation flying is exacting and demanding, as always, but the mental stimulation of harassing the poor froggie is cutting through that damned throb in your skull.

Or maybe you're just an asshole.

“I think it is not, s-sirr!” she exclaims. You get plenty of mental stimulation racking your mind for a reason why it... wait, that newspaper article Ian was reading this morning, didn't it mention-

“You're from the Five-oh-Second, right? Brave Witches, or something?”

“Yes?”

JACKPOT

“Waltrude's unit, right?”

“... yes?” She confirms, much more wary now.

“Ah, Waltrude. You know her reputation, right?”

“She is a fighter ace-”

“SHE IS LEWD,” you cackle into your headset, feeling a little loopy as you stare at Amelia's ass, those striped panties your beacon through the fog. “LEWD. LEWD. LEEEEWWWWWWWD,” you drawl as you swing your head around to leer at Georgette over the left wing. She's regarding you with horror now, her face well and truly flushed. “B-b-but-”

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“WHAT IF YOU'RE LEEEEEEEEWD?” you draw. “My precious crewman Ian was already kidnapped by a lewd frenchie! She just SNAAPED HIM UP, loaded him on her bromstick and flew away like some robbing robber guy! What if you do the same!? WHAT IF YOU ARE HERE TO RAPE OUR CASTLES AND STEAL OUR MEN?”

“B-b-but I I just I-”

“You gotta tell me,” you say seriously. “Come on, if you have a boyfriend, he has a name, and you would know his name and then you're legit! If you don't, you've come to steal and pillage the boys!”

Georgette's hiding her face now, looking straight ahead. “I do not understand-”

“A LIKELY STORY!” you laugh, a little too high and easily, and you feel the world spinning a little. This time you SLAP yourself across the chops, the sharp pain pulling you back to reality. You tilt your head to catch the bitterly cold slipstream whistling through your shattered canopy.

“Ghostrider, we're almost there,” Amelia cuts in tersely. “ATC has been alerted. They're using the standard SBA frequency, but I'll guide you in anyways.”

“Okay,” you mutter, and paw at the console for a minute before sighing. “Uh.. what is that, again, I'm-”

Amelia reels off the proper sqawk and you dial in your radio, to be greeted with a quick little “pip-pip-pip” in your earphones, so you give the Widow a little right rudder, following Amelia. “We're about one-point-five nautical miles out, Ghostrider,” Amelia says. “Get yourself set up.”

“Ay-oo,” you say, shaking your head miserably and tapping the fuel gauge. “I'm pretty low on fuel, here. One engine. Don't want to get too draggy till I have to.”

“If we-”

“Leave that to me,” you reply. “Just bring me in slick, okay?”

>>37338168
HA

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>>37338168
>WHAT IF YOU ARE HERE TO RAPE OUR CASTLES AND STEAL OUR MEN?

>>37338168
Oh god. This is getting tense.

>>37338168
Oh man oh man!

>>37338286
Oh god Oh man!

>>37338168
When (if) we land they'll race to be the first one to beat us.

Feels like home.

Extra points if we them to straddle us.

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we must give the traitors the EVIL smile when we see them

>>37338292
Georgette will be torn between wanting to throttle us and her healwitch instincts.
Amelia's going to kill us though

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Amelia quiets down and does as you've requested, glancing over her shoulder every now and then to make sure you're following closely. The world is starting to wobble a little bit, but that witch-ass out front is your guiding AND THERE WE GO AGAIN GOD DAMMIT BRAIN STOP FUCKING BEING USELESS IT'S JUST A FLESH WOUND.

“Aaah, are you going to land with those... bombs?” Georgette asks with trepidation.

“What bombs,” you reply tersely.

“The... the rocket-ship things?”

Oh, right. Those things. Those fucking abominations of German alchemy and Egyptian xeno-math that combine rockets AND fuel into one insanely-volatile deathtrap. That they strapped to your fucking wings. You reach forward and yank the bomb-release toggles, than hit the external tank releases.

“Are they gone?”

“They are still there,” Georgette replies dubiously.

“Well, fuck me sideways with a pogo stick,” you mutter.

“You are a bad man,” Georgette says quietly, and for some reason this makes you want to laugh a lot NO NO NO NO BRAIN STOP THAT.

“One mile,” Amelia replies. The pips in your headset has smoothed into one continuous tone, the radio signals guiding you straight down the unseen runway's centerline. You finally consent to drop flaps a notch and adjust your trim. You keep your gear up, however – that's a lot of drag for one engine to overcome, and since you've lost your hydraulics, once that gear is down, it's not coming up again. It's unlikely you can wave-off and try again – you've got to land, NOW.

And you've got to put her down very, very gently, otherwise -

“Oh, fuck,” you mutter miserably. You can't see this going very well.

>What say? (Last chance, if this doesn't work out well)

>>37338324
You're assuming we don't try to kill her for 'inspiring' our sister to join the frontlines, right?

Because that was a thing until recently plus nearly dying and needing her help.

>>37338347
SMALL TIME!

>>37338347
>>What say? (Last chance, if this doesn't work out well)
"You are all smalltime."

>>37338347
GNOME FORCE! FULL POWER NOW!

>>37338347
Tell Minna I died as I lived, PILOT!

>>37338347

"Yes, Yes I am a bad man BUT YOU'RE SMALL TIME!"

>>37338360
>>37338368
got to go with the classic!

>>37338324

And then Mack will show Young how he got his Medal of Honor. Personally.

And by that i mean an intimate meeting with the helmet.

The physical contact will be glorious.

>>37338347
My crewmates are pussies!

>>37338347
"Don't let him go froggie."

>>37338347
"Where's Small Time when I need her? She could crawl in here and either pull me out or give me a witchy-shield against FUEL-AND-ROCKETS! SERIOUSLY, WHO THOUGHT THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA?!?"

Reason Check: Failed.

>>37338347
"You've been great company. If I don't die, first round is on me."

>>37338347
>What say? (Last chance, if this doesn't work out well)

Tell my crew I hate them and will haunt them into eternity.

>>37338347
If I die, my crew better meet me wherever I'm going!

>>37338347
>>37338374
Gonna support this one.

>>37338374
this!

>>37338347

>If i'm gonna die, I'm going out with style.
Pilot plane with butt.

>>37338347
Where is my Hallucinated personification of my technical ability a la the USMC

>>37338347
"I wasn't joking about Waltrude. Watch out, or she'll rape you in the bath. Already happened once. But it wasn't the bath."

>>37338347

"WHO IS IT. I MUST KNOW."

>>37338347
WITH MY LAST BREATH I CURSE SEAN AND IAN!

>>37338462

HAH, I vote for this one

>>37338347
"Tell Minna... I love her."

>>37338347
"BIG WING IS SHIIIIIIIIIIIT"

>>37338571
This one has my support!
>>37338478
And this one too!
>>37338462
But this one is also okay.

>>37338571
This. Truly the last Neon Samurai's death.

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>>37338347
[x] "Hey guys, watch this."

>>37338347
this
>>37338571

>>37338347
YOU! ARE! SMALLTIME!

>>37338571
This.

>>37338571
Add on something about how our crew are pansies and this is aces

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>>37338771
On that note, didn't having them in group gnomespace augment our abilities further?

...Fuck.

Just grabbed a quick dinner, WRITING NOW

>>37338840
Did you grab a few douchebag marching band directors or are they snacks for you?

>>37338347
>>What say? (Last chance, if this doesn't work out well)
"Ian and Sean are cowards!"

>>37338840
Go faster, I've been edging since this shit started and my dick is starting to feel sore.

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>>37338840
I wondered where the hell you when Fap Angel.

>>37338548
Tell Minna... No, you take the fucking trash out!

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>>37338894

Holy shit! when did Planefag come back?

>>37338933
MONTHS AGO NIGGA!

>>37338933
He never came back.

This is a fever dream.

>>37338932
I'm serious, I think I'm taking the epidermis off of my foreskin.
joking aside, I have done that. Hurts like nothing else.

>>37338347
"Tell Minna I'm sorry."

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>>37339011
Not entirely sure whether I'm impressed or kinda weirded out.

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With your very probable demise looming ahead of you in the (god damned motherfucking ever-present) English overcast, a lot of odd thoughts flit through your mind. You think of Minna; the way she looks when you penetrate that aura of Super Serious Business and touch something a bit deeper (ahahahue oh remember that one for later that's good you cad), you think of your mother and father, of Robin, your little sister that looks up to you, even now, enough to follow you into a hopeless war. There's a lot to think about... but, when you get right down to it, one thing is paramount over all.

“Georgette?”

“Oui?”

“If I don't make it down alive, can you send a message for me?”

She gives you a scared look. “Do not talk this way!”

“Promise me.”

“I... I promise,” she says softly, and you see her wipe at her eyes with one hand. “Just to make you 'appy, monsouir, so you can focus!”

“Tell my crew...” you sigh, disappointed that your last communication will have to be passed on in such a way. But it's your last chance. “Tell them... tell them that I always hated them the most, and that they can consider their dumb asses haunted.”

Georgette stares at you with an expression blanker than a sheet. You turn back to your controls. Through the thick fog, you can just barely make out the landing lights of an airstrip not a mile ahead. You throttle back – just a little – and tell Amelia to clear out since you've got a visual. Your vision is wobbling to and fro, so you shift in your seat till the graduated lines on your reflector gunsight are lined up against the runway's edge; as long as the lines oscillate and swim in-synch, you figure you're good. About fifteen hundred yards out, give-or-take, you take a deep breath and hit your landing gear switch.

>>37339200
Either or. It was a couple of weeks ago and I had decided to see how many times I could feasibly wank in a day. I got three days in before the skin started to flake, and by the fourth I had cracked dry skin instead of smooth supple loveliness.. Hurts like hell in the shower, and I only started wanking again today.

>>37339256
Bracing for impact!

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A loud, violent FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH! sounds underneath your ass as the emergency pneumatic bottles discharge, providing the power to swing your landing gears out and down. You drop full landing flaps and push the engine forward, applying plenty of rudder to counteract the crabbing.

“No, no, no!” Georgette is shouting.

“Georgette, what the hell are you-”

You glance away from the runway long enough to notice the forward gear light is still glowing cherry-red, and your heart sinks. You thumb the mic button on your yoke.

“Airstrip ATC, Ghostrider is on short final; I've got live ords and an unlocked nosewheel,” you say, vaguely aware you're slurring a bit. “Tell the meatwagon to stay well back iff'n anything happens, now.”

Amelia's shouting at you, just like the navy man on the carrier was, shouting about balls and calling and all this other dumb shit, but you tune them all out, spending all your remaining energy on doing what you were born to do – fly. You were never a good student, or a good sportsman, or even a good *sport,* come to think – not a good boyfriend, nor a very good man, in summation. But you're good at this. By god, you're good at this, and if you can just make a two-point landing, let the nose-wheel come down gentle-like, maybe nobody will have to suffer on your account today.

You glance at the gear indicators again and realize that's all fucking bullshit and you're bullshit and you're about to die when those fucking rockets apslode and take you with them and you don't want to burn to death you really don't please jesus FUCK why did you not just jump OUT god DAMMIT

>>37339290
KABOOOOM!

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>>37339290

Nose up a bit. A little more, tweak the mixture pull the throttle now goose that throttle a bit just give her a little more juice to keep the sink rate right on the -

- the nosewheel clicks it fucking CLICKS

the light is green and there is a

god

tires are squeaking so nice as the nose sinks in a gorgeous two-point landing, kill the magnetos and lean on the brakes a bit but not too hard, don't ground-loop on me

baby

don't

slowing down now, you can

let go

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>>37339256
>>37339290

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>>37339290
And that's when the world goes white.

The end.

>>37339290
Oooooooohhhhhhh dearie me.

>>37339290
>notice the forward gear light is still glowing cherry-red, and your heart sinks
The fucking light is lying, they always do.

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>>37339290
ohgodohgod we're gonna die and we only did two witches!

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>>37339322

>>37339322
I hate you so much

Also, real talk, that was very tense. Well done.

>>37339322
HATE.

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>>37339322

you know that I started classes again right

I'm within walking-and-shitting distance of your front porch tomorrow

I'mma go buy five chicken MRE's, son

FIVE

this is on you

>>37339322
...is this over?

Am I finally free of my curse? I can move on now?

SWEET FREEDOM!

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>>37339322
hate. Hate! HATE!

>Being fooled by the fakepost long enough to respond
hehehehehehehe

>>37339322

HAHAHA YOU BRILLIANT MOTHERFUCKER

>>37339374
Planefag, go home. You're drunk and threatening yourself.

>>37339322
Nice try, Zarflax!

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>>37339382
Look closer at the tripcode, friend.

>>37339322
Wait. I thought you had left by now, you usurper!

>>37339392
I know, I feel like the newfag I was trying not to be
I read the archives, I should know better by now

>>37339374
>>37339392

Shit, it's not who I thought it was. Okay. In that case I gotta hand it to you, I laughed my fucking ass off at that image macro, especially.

saved

>>37339404
Everyone is Planefag.

>>37339403
TONKS WHEN MOUSE?

>>37339435
I'm not even the brilliant bastard who made the post, I'm just laughing at the flames

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>>37339322
I JUST GOT INTO THIS QUEST! YOU CAN'T KILL ME NOW!

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>>37339374
But Planefag, I live in Arkansas.

>>37339447
never

>>37339374
>five MRE's
The rectal devastation is gonna make the news.

>>37339374
OH
OH >>37339322 YOU CLEVER FUCKING SON OF A BITCH I BELIEVED IN YOU

>>37339447
Never, because you keep asking. People can be *busy,* dude, and have *lives* outside of 4chan.

>>37339462
Didn't you hear?
He's bringing FIVE MREs.
You could be in fucking Antarctica and he'll still get you.

>>37339462

>he doesn't know how MRE shits work

>>37339403

>https://twitter.com/JakePenetrator/status/554812042943922177

Jake Bishop
@JakePenetrator
TW89 is currently being tabled to work on other projects. IT WILL FINISH. This I can guarantee.


Noooooooooooooooooooooo

>>37339495
It was an obligatory thing anon. Kinda of a habit now.
>>37339462
There is no escape from this. You are doomed.

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>>37339374
>>37339322
Clever Girl.... You had me there.

Get ready for my vengeance

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>>37339549
I fear not the Greek Wizard. I will not afraid.
Do what you will, for I have already won.

Fakepost aside God damn planefag is good at writing tense as fuck plane sequences

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>>37339667
And this is why we all love him for it.

>>37339550
I fucking knew it, I knew he would flake out.

>>37339623
He is gonna shit an MRE shit on your porch. You have not won, not by a long shot.

>>37339550
Sigh... So TW89 never then?

>>37339706
Laura Toth a best

>>37339744
yep...

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Post best witch.

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Damn you planefag, this is the night where I was supposed to make up for only sleeping for 3 hours the previous night.

>>37339825
start fapping.

you'll feel better.

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You wake up staring like ten girls in the face.

You stare back at them.

“Are you witches?” you ask simply.

“Yes,” one of them replies.

You clap your hands over your face. “I'm in hell.”

One of your demons, who looks suspiciously like Amelia, leans down and flicks you in the forehead. “You're welcome, you asshole.”

“Language!” a french accent gasps.

“Oh god what the fuck,” you reply intelligently as the last few everythings go spinning through your head. Speaking of your head, you start feeling around it curiously, searching for-

“Looking for this?” Amelia says as someone slips an arm under you and helps you sit up. She holds up a two-inch long bit of steel, wickedly jagged. “We found this embedded in your thick skull. I washed it off for you.” She tucks it into your shirt pocket.

You rub the left side of your head wonderingly, but find only sweaty hair. “How'd you-”

>>37339744
>>37339761
It be the curse of witches with wide treads!

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>>37339909

“Oui~” Georgette says, leaning in front of Amelia with a sunny smile. “I am a medical witch!”

“Yeah, but...” you shake your head. “Last time Yoshika patched me up – last, uh, *few* times – I was out like a light, and it took her hours-”

“Yoshika's... different,” Amelia says. “I know the kid. She was recruited very recently, and hasn't finished half her training yet. Besides... if Georgette here is a scalpel,” she says, plopping a hand on the shorter brunette's head and rubbing it affectionately - “and she is... Yoshika's like a fire-hose that spews buzzsaws. She's got so much raw output that it'd be hard for anyone to control, much less a rookie.”

You rub your temple a little more, than go to stand up -

- and promptly sit down again as the room begins spinning.

“No, no no, Monsouir!” Georgettes scolds you, pushing you back down onto the cot with one dainty hand on your chest. “Blood loss! Not enough to operate brain!”

“Notafuckingword,” you snap at the whole group, half of which have already opened their mouths.

“Maybe even concussion!” Georgette continues, her expression one of stern concern. “I fixed any 'emmorage in yourrr brrain, but still a little too much pressure on it for a little bit. Move slow!”

You mouth something approximating obedience, and she nods, satisfied. The rest of the room empties out slowly, the Witches giving you curious glances before slipping outside. Amelia says something about being right back before stepping outside, but Georgette remains in the room, turning to a medical kit. She soon turns out all sorts of implements, humming to herself as she lays it all on a tray.

>VOTE FOR THE ABSOLTUTELY MOST PRESSING THING
>Ask for news of your crew – did they get good 'chutes and get down okay?
>Ask what the hell happened to the rest of the flight – did anyone else get hit?
>Ask for a phone – you've got to call Barin! You've got to call right now!

>>37339910
No that's just you being terrible, Mouse ain't but he is unreliable.

>>37339950
>>Ask for news of your crew – did they get good 'chutes and get down okay?
Shit, tough choice.

>>37339950
>Ask what the hell happened to the rest of the flight – did anyone else get hit?

Crew bailed on us, they can come last.

>>37339950
>>Ask for news of your crew – did they get good 'chutes and get down okay?

if yes: FUCK!
If no: FUCK!

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>>37339909
>Ending on a hyphen in a room full of witches.

>>37339950
>Ask for news of your crew – did they get good 'chutes and get down okay?

>>37339950
>Ask what the hell happened to the rest of the flight – did anyone else get hit?

>>37339950
>Ask for news of your crew – did they get good 'chutes and get down okay?

>>37339950
>>Ask for news of your crew
"Tell me the cowards died screaming and wetting their pants."

>>37339950
>>Ask what the hell happened to the rest of the flight – did anyone else get hit?

>>37339950
>>Ask for news of your crew – did they get good 'chutes and get down okay?
>>Ask what the hell happened to the rest of the flight – did anyone else get hit?
>>Ask for a phone – you've got to call Barin! You've got to call right now!

>>37339950
>Ask for news of your crew – did they get good 'chutes and get down okay?

We can give them shit after we know they're ok.

>>37339950
>>Ask for news of your crew – did they get good 'chutes and get down okay?

THE HUNT IS ON!

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>>37339950
>Ask for news of your crew – did they get good 'chutes and get down okay?

"IS THAT SEAN? DO I HEAR SEAN? TELL HIM I'M HAUNTING HIM. HAUNT SEAN FOR ME, FRENCHWITCH."

>>37339950
>Ask what the hell happened to the rest of the flight – did anyone else get hit?

>>37339950
>Ask for phone
Crew are all assholes, so they probably made it out fine.

>>37339950
>>37340001

This

>>37339950
>>Ask for a phone – you've got to call Barin! You've got to call right now!
Minna might kill us if she thinks we're dead because a certain pair of cowardly shitstains tell her we got shot down.

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>>37339950
>“Notafuckingword,” you snap at the whole group, half of which have already opened their mouths.

[X] IS MY CREW OKAY? IF SO, LET'S FIX THAT!

>>37339950
>>Ask for a phone -- you've got to call Barin! You've got to call right now!

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>>37339950
>Ask for news of your crew – did they get good 'chutes and get down okay?

>>37339950
>Ask what the hell happened to the rest of the flight – did anyone else get hit?

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>>37339950
>Ask what the hell happened to the rest of the flight – did anyone else get hit?

>>37339950
>Ask for a phone – you've got to call Barin! You've got to call right now!

>>37339950
>>Ask for news of your crew – did they get good 'chutes and get down okay?

>>37339950
>>Ask what the hell happened to the rest of the flight – did anyone else get hit?
FLOIGHT

>>37339950
>>Ask for news of your crew – did they get good 'chutes and get down okay?

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>>37339950
>Ask for news of your crew – did they get good 'chutes and get down okay?
Sounds good.

>>37339950
>Ask what the hell happened to the rest of the flight – did anyone else get hit?

>>37339950
>>Ask for news of your crew – did they get good 'chutes and get down okay?

>>37339950
>>Ask for a phone – you've got to call Barin! You've got to call right now!

Not having our girlfriend finish the martian's business of killing us would be helpful.
Plans of most humiliating revenge can be made later once our brain functions properly again.

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>>37339950
>>Ask for a phone – you've got to call Barin! You've got to call right now!

Also
>“Who you transferring to?”
>“Five-oh-Firrst,” she replies
should be funny when this realization drops

>>37339950
Gonna change my vote (>>37339974) to
>Ask for a phone – you've got to call Barin! You've got to call right now!
Because Minna is going to be absolutely fucking FURIOUS.

>>37339950
>Other
Thank Georgette.
PISSING AGAINST THE TIDE

>>37340198
I think we can be excused for having shrapnel in our skull and NOT making the most reasonable response. For once in our dadgum life.

>>37340230
>>37339950
>Other
Spank Georgette.
PISSING AGAINST THE THIGHS

>>37340230
Also a good thing to do

>>37339950
>>Ask for a phone – you've got to call Barin! You've got to call right now!
"I'M NOT DEAD YET"

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I THOUGHT YOU WERE KILL

>>37340286
Where's that Kane "You can't kill the Messiah" meme picture when you need it?

>>37340284
They've come to snuff the rooster?

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>>37340286
IN TO THE ARCHIVES YOU GO!

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>>37340322
DAMMIT CASIUS YOU TOLD ME YOU CRUCIFIED THAT GUY. "NO PROBLEMS" YOU SAID.

>>37340230
This. Poor little frog. We were teasing the shit out of her.

>>37340359
So begins muh crusade

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“Georgette. My crew. Are they okay?”

“Ou?” she makes an inquisitive sound as she turns back to you with a stethoscope on. “'ush, sirr.” She presses a finger to your lips as she applies the stethoscope to your chest for a bit, then removes it, satisfied. “W'at now?”

“Two other guys in my plane,” you reply. “They bailed out. Did they come down okay?”

“... Miss Ear'art did not say about this,” she replies. The sinking feeling in your chest must've been apparent on your face, because she leans over and pats you on the forehead, giving you a sweet, reassuring smile. “Do not worrry! There is no rreason they would not bail out okay. We just have not heard from them!”

“B-but-”

“Ah!” she exclaims, slipping a thermometer under your tongue expertly. Even in a weakened and disoriented state, you doubt a fucking thermometer has anything to do with head wounds, but you take the hint and keep quiet for a moment. “Amelia said we get a call from the very fast witch – I saw her in a magazine. Shirley?”

You nod, the thermometer bobbing in your mouth.

“She was shot down,” Georgette says. “Along with one of the radar planes.”

You go to blurt something out, but Georgette tutts you, delaying you till she can retrieve her thermometer. “Is she-”

“She is... not hurt,” Georgette says apprehensively.

You squint at her. “What's wrong?”

“I... do not know,” she admits. “We got a phone call from Barin, they say Shirley called from a boy's boarding school's switchboard. She said she landed in the courtyard.” She shrugs. “Amelia is very upset... is there rule against witches at those schools?”

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>>37340415
I'll leave the light on for ya when you get back.

>>37340382
Vale fratrem!

Sorry, I licensed it out to Dacian subcontractors.

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Don't mind me, posting best froggirl

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>>37340429

You blink a few times as the information processes and builds into a full-fledged scenario within your head. “You... don't see a problem with this.”

Georgette gazes at you, her face open, innocent and a little confused – a kind of perpetual state for her, you suspect. “Nnno?”

A strange sense of unreality is beginning to creep over you. “Well, uh, nobody else was hurt?”

“No,” she says cheerfully, sorting through her kit. “Everything is better now!”

“Right.” You sit up slowly, find the floor slowly, and – slowly – stand. Georgette is already on your feet, an arm around your middle and her shoulder under your armpit, ready to help you, but she's such a slender little thing that you make reassure her you're okay until she reluctantly releases you. You can't stand the thought of tripping and dragging the poor thing down.

“Oh, Georgette, one more thing – where the hell am I?”

“Oh!” she says. “We landed at Isle of Wright!” She smiles and points to a castle-like emblem decorating an emblem against one wall of what looks like a small infirmary.

You really should have jumped out of that fucking plane.

>>37340429
>Shirley at a boy's boarding school
oh boy

>>37340429
Oh god, Shirley at a boys boarding school

SO MANY AWKWARD BONERS!

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>>37340429
>Shirley at a boy's boarding school

She must have almost drowned in all the jizz.

>>37340429
>Shirley
>Boy's boarding school
So what were her tastes again?

>“We landed at Isle of Wright!”
Fucker, I already told you it's 'Isle of Wight'.

>>37340429
>Shirley called from a boy's boarding school's switchboard.
hue.jpg

>>37340457
>You really should have jumped out of that fucking plane.
Next on Strike Witches Quest...

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>>37340457
>You blink a few times as the information processes and builds into a full-fledged scenario within your head. “You... don't see a problem with this.”
>Georgette gazes at you, her face open, innocent and a little confused – a kind of perpetual state for her, you suspect. “Nnno?”
>A strange sense of unreality is beginning to creep over you. “Well, uh, nobody else was hurt?”

Poor girl is so innocent. Or is putting up a really good show of it.

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>>37340493
>wight

http://www.d20srd.org/srd/monsters/wight.htm

FINE, MOTHERFUCKER.

IT IS NOW THE ISLE OF FUCKING WIGHT.

ROLL 1D20 FOR INITIATIVE, YOU FUCKERS, AND THANK PRIVATE /K/UNT HERE FOR OUR NEW FUN GAME.

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>>37340457
Oh no you don't Fap Angel! You can't leave us hanging here now! We have to call Minna!

>>37340457
>Isle of Wright
Bail out, crazy Ivan, jump into the water and don't stop swimming till you hit your head against Barin's retarded airstrip.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>37340526

LETS DO THISSSS

>>37340526
No, you dink. Look at the picture you posted.

>>37340457
IT IS LITERALLY CALLED THE ISLE OF WIGHT

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>37340526

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>37340526

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>>37340493
>>37340526
/k/ saves the day again!

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>37340526
I think this is how to do this...

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>37340526
Muahaha

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>>37340543
Crap we got a 5. What's our initiative bonus?

>>37340580
STOP POOPING

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>>37340543
>5

THE WIGHTS SURROUND YOU AND FUCKING KILL YOU BEFORE YOU CAN DO JACK SHIT. GAME OVER. BACK TO SWQ.

>>37340546

DEAR ENGLISHMEN: FUCK YOU AND FUCK EVERYTHING ABOUT THAT ROCK. GOOD RULE OF THUMB; IF THE ROMANS DIDN'T GIVE IT A NAME, PRETEND IT'S NOT THERE. FOR EXAMPLE, THAT'S JUST A BIG FUCKING ISLAND. CALL IT THAT. BIG FUCKING ISLAND.

WE NOW RETURN YOU TO YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED SWQ THREAD.

>>37340526
Rolling to seduce!

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>>37340429
>>37340457
>Shirley
Oh boy.

I guess we'll be able to tell what happened depending on whether she comes back with a cigar and a shit-eating grin.

>>37340580
>1
Oh that is just perfect.

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>>37340604

>>37340618
To be fair, a lot of our decision making in this quest seems to be pretty low rolls...

> shirley mentioned for first time in over 30 something threads (a third of the quest)
> she's at a boy's boarding school

What's so bad about the Isle of Wight?


Does it not have the... Wight stuff?
No, seriously, what's wrong with it?

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>>37340604

>>37340641
More like 2-4, we last saw her before we flew out.

>>37340651
http://strikewitches.wikia.com/wiki/Isle_of_Wight_Detachment_Group
Nothing, really. bunch of lesser-known witches.

>>37340651
no fucking clue!

>>37340651
It has a canon straight witch.

>>37340700
She's into older men, too!

>>37340681
Wilma is there.

She's going to try to fuck us, isn't she.

>>37340734
Nah, we're not old enough for her.

>>37340681
According to this here link, Lynette's older sister is there
Didn't Lynette specifically warn us about her oh so long ago?

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>>37340681
>Wilma Bishop
Uh oh.

We need to protect Georgette.

>>37340734
Last time we saw her she was actually in Barin.

But if she's there we can't let her, it would devastate Lynne.

>>37340651
>>37340681
It was also frequently bombed.

>>37340764
Nah.

We would devastate Lynnette. Sister threesome best threesome.

>>37340604
Bro

Just because Greek asses were the Roman's favourite dick repositories doesn't mean that everyone else 'ain't all that.

No need to have an inferiority complex about a little Isle.

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Stumbling out of the infirmary, you slide along the wall for a bit till your sense of balance returns enough to allow a semi-dignified stagger. You manage to locate an office after a minute, and step in to find a young WAAF banging away on a typewriter.

“Scuse me, miss,” you say, nodding at the black telephone sitting on her desk. “Mind if I borrow your phone?”

“Ah, you're the young yank that made an emergency landing?” she asks, and you nod. “Of course, handsome. I'm going to get some coffee, anyways – have a seat.”

She lets you take a seat and asks you if you want some joe while she's up (“yes please, black,”) and then you're alone in the cluttered office. You pick up the handset and go to press 0 for the operator, when you pause.

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>>37340914

An hour earlier, you were contemplating your imminent death by burning.

Now, you're contemplating your slow, humiliating death from anal hemmorage after Minna breaks her long, well-shaped leg off in your ass for not jumping out of your fucking Widow when you had a chance.

Your finger starts shaking as it hovers over the rotary-dial. Minna's... issues stemming from losing her last lover are still extant, and extraordinarily powerful. It took a lot of painful and difficult moments to get her over that, and you're keenly aware of how much trust she's placed in you. For a moment the sheer recklessness of what you did weighs on you – you're not sure you can talk to her right now, much less look her in the face, given what you'll have to confess. You were thinking only of yourself up there, and she desperately needs someone to lean on, someone that she can *trust.* You're both the same age; you can't imagine bearing the burden of command that's been laid on her shoulders, and yet she does it – and you've seen the strain it takes on her.

On the other hand, right now, after your incredibly narrow escape – you really, really just want to hear her voice, as selfish as that might be.

>Call Barin, ask for Minna.
>Call Barin, ask for Mio – if you play your cards right, she NEVER HAS TO KNOW HOW CLOSE YOU CAME
>Call Barin, ask the duty clerk if any of your crewmen have called in.
>Call the London detachment of the Home Guard, see if they confirmed your kills yet.
>Other?

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>>37340617
Post more Shirley!

>>37340935
>Call Barin, ask for Minna.

Honestly she should expect this by now.

>>37340935
>Call Barin, ask for Minna.

>>37340935
>>Call Barin, ask for Minna.
We don't have to look her in the face just yet. Just let her know we're alive.

>>37340935
>Call Barin, ask for Minna.
>Phonesex.

>>37340935
>>Call Barin, ask for Minna.

>>37340935
>Call Barin, ask for Minna.

>>37340935
>Call Barin, ask for Minna.
No sense in drawing this out. She'll find out eventually, so it's best she find out from us.

She IS going to straight up ass-rape us though.

>>37340935
>Call Barin, ask for Minna.

At least we have some serious distance between us and her right now.

>>37340935
>>Call Barin, ask for Minna.

>>37340935
>Call Barin, ask for Minna.
Duuuin, duun, dun-dun, duun, dun-dun, dun-dun, dun-dun.

>>37340935
>>Call Barin, ask for Minna.

>>37340935
>>Call Barin, ask for Minna.

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>>37340935
>Call the London detachment of the Home Guard, see if they confirmed your kills yet.
PRIORITIES

>>37340935
>Call the London detachment of the Home Guard, see if they confirmed your kills yet.

Most important part. Don't want to get outscored by some squid.

Or worse. A marine.

>>37340991
>not wanting to be ass-raped by a hot German

>>37340935
>Call Barin, ask for Minna.

> You were thinking only of yourself up there, and she desperately needs someone to lean on, someone that she can *trust.*
OH GOD
That piece of metal and Georgette's subsequent sparkles is making us learn stuff!

better we tell her than she hears it from someone else and knows we hid it.

>>37340935
>>Call Barin, ask for Minna.

>>37340935
>>Call Barin, ask for Minna.

"The rumors of my death were greatly exaggerated."

>>37340935
>Call Barin Ask for MIO

Don't let our asses get destroyed. Also probably the best place to get info on sean while we're at it.

>>37340935
>Call the London detachment of the Home Guard, see if they confirmed your kills yet.

'CAUSE IM A PILOT!

I ONLY CARE ABOUT KIIIIIIILLLLLSSSSS!

>>37341024

>You know realise that her magic healing of Young's brain was for this purpose.

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>>37340935
>Call Barin, ask for Minna.

>We were unconscious for an hour
>Minna can fly
jiiiiiiii

>>37340935
>Call Barin, ask for Minna.
Let's be honest here; with that shard of metal in our head, would we really have been able to survive bailing out, especially without a healwitch right there to heal us?

Sure, at first glance, not bailing out LOOKS selfish and stupid, but with a head wound and losing blood, would bailing out and possibly making a mess of the lines or not being conscious for the landing actually have been better?

>>37341045
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SdSj0_Fd4ds Because it hasn't been posted enough.

Time for some music.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oX2qQhpSUeA

>>37341051
>This entire mission was just a plan to make Young realize the error of his ways, before christmas no less.

>>37341057
Oh shit, you're right.
She could be here any minute now!
Quick! We need a plane that can take us safely behind the Martian lines where she won't find us!

>>37340935
>>Call Barin, ask for Minna.

And whatever we say to her, also get her to keep our death a secret from Sean and Ian. We are going to haunt those two fuckers.

>>37340935
>Call the London detachment of the Home Guard, see if they confirmed your kills yet.
Priorities are in order