>>42149124
[2/2]

Captain Kelly sighs, rubbing her nose. “Fine. We can bring the flamethrower.” Burnie grins, hugging the fuel tanks of it. “But no burning until I give the word. And it is your responsibility, Lieutenant.” She nods quickly, sternly, determined. “Kid, as for you. We are entrusting you to carry our spare parts and ammunition, now obviously this will not mean you carry around a huge cart of ammo with you, no amount of wet stowage would save you then.”

You smile. “It’s fine. I know what to do.”

“Bully then.” She snaps her fingers. “Girls.” They smile, looking at you with very creepy grins. Oh boy.

-

-

Well, that went better than you expected. The ammunition and other spare parts for their Strikers has been spaced out along your Striker, hanging off of the hooks, divots, holes, and any other spots they could hang spare ammo. You’ve got shotgun shells wrapped around one leg, 75mm Magical High Explosive rounds on another leg, a spare pair of fuel tank for Burnie’s flamethrower, more ammo for Bohater’s guns, and a spare dustbin round for Captain Kelly’s petard mortar stuffed somewhere. Even with your strength, you feel very…

There’s no other word for it, exposed. One good shot from a Neuroi drone and you’re going to be lit up like a New York Knights home run.

“All good?” asks Captain Kelly. You look to see the rest of the team preparing in their own lighter, much less jampacked Striker units. You couldn’t help but envy them.

> “Do you think I could leave some of this stuff behind?”
> “Nope, all good.”
> “Please, give me more stuff to carry, this is child’s play!”
> Other

>>42149149
>> “Nope, all good.”
Let's not push our luck here.

>>42149149
>“Nope, all good.”

> “Nope, all good.”

“Ah, all good, Captain!” You hold up your hands, grinning. You feel like you’re going to die. But if it means a glorious and amazing death on the battlefield, then so be it! “Just, you know, you don’t think you can carry some of this stuff yourself?”

“One thing about being a Tank Witch we find is that ammunition is not unlimited,” says Captain Kelly. “It’s why most Air Witches use personal small arms, the big ammo is too difficult to carry.” She claps her hands together. “But, you are doing well. Don’t think there’s any need to change things so far.”

“Hey, Kid!” Jeb rolls on over, dumping another ammobox full of shotgun shells onto your arm. “Carry that for me.” She rolls on by before you can protest. Oh great.

“Still, I could probably see your point,” says Captain Kelly. “Perhaps-“

“Captain.” You both look over to see Colonel Hessler, holding up a gold pocketwatch and pointing to the clock. Ten to two. Oh dear, is it almost time? Judging by the Captain’s surprised look, it is.

“Oh dear.” She immediately douses her smoking pipe then stuffs it into her pocket. “Kid, we are counting on your support. If we are assailed by the Neuroi, please give it your all. That Thompson we gave you should be an excellent help against any flying drones that may accost us.” Her Striker Unit revs, and she starts rolling to the entrance. “Now go ahead and buddy up with Bohater. I will take Rosemary and the good Lieutenant with me.”

[1/2]

>>42149928
[2/2]

What. You look over at Bohater, who rolls up along next to you, giving you a very nasty squint of the eyes, flaring of the nostrils, and a look that says, “fucking new guy.” Well. Rude! You place your fists square against your hips, staring back at her.

Rosemary pats Bohater’s bottom, surprising her. “See you at the rally point, Bo.” Bohater wordlessly grumbles, crossing her arms as she looks at you skeptically.

“If you’re wondering, yes I can handle myself, you little Polanian wonder,” you say. “So don’t give me that look.” Your tail rattles a bit as you settle yourself into the Striker and warm up your spare arms. “So what if I don’t have the shields you have, I have the heart of a Witch!” She slowly pulls your skirt up with the barrel of her gun. “DON’T LOOK UP AT MY SKIRT!” You slap the barrel of the gun. “Y- you little Polack, I oughta-“

Burnie looks back. “Hey, you two gonna argue all day or what!? We gotta go!”

She looks at you, then you look at her. She sighs, rolling her eyes and holding out her hand in an apparent truce.

> “Just this once.” Shake her hand. Truce.
> “Just stay out of my way.” Shove her aside.
> Other

>>42149944
>“Just this once.” Shake her hand. Truce.

>>42149944
>> “Just this once.” Shake her hand. Truce.

>>“Just this once.” Shake her hand. Truce.

>>42149944
>> “Just this once.” Shake her hand. Truce.

> “Just this once.” Shake her hand. Truce.

You shake her hand. “Just this once.” She nods, then speeds away. “Hey!” You rev up the engines in your Striker Unit. “Wait up! I’m not as fast as you, you dolt!” You speed (for a given term speed) out of the hangar after Bohater.

-

-

“Anybody see anything?” asks Captain Kelly. You’re square in the back behind the armored cars, with the tank witches leading off in an arrowhead formation, a panzerkeil of sorts. Captain Kelly was actually leading off from the side, with Burnie taking the tip of the spear, binoculars over her eyes as she scanned the snowy horizon of Orussia.

“I can’t see shit!” yells Burnie.

“It’s whiter than my trousers!” yells Jeb whose taken the western flank of the wedge.

“Alright, stay alert!” says Captain Kelly. You look up. The clouds are pretty low down today. Maybe if you’re lucky, the Neuroi are planning some sort of surprise attack. The formation is moving slowly, so as to kick up less snow and dust from your movement, but all around you is snowy steppes, and mountains way off in the distance. Out here, there’s little to no cover at all. And air support is far and few at best, and ineffectual at worse.

“Hold up!” says Burnie. “I got something!” The armored formation slows to a stop. You quickly speed on over to the front, bouncing with joy. Neuroi! Captain Kelly moves on over and takes the binoculars from Burnie. “What do you make of it?”

“Hm…” Captain Kelly’s lips scrunch up a little in contemplation. She hands them over to you. “Kid, your eyes are young, what do you see?”

You blink, taking the binoculars and scoping out the general direction they were looking. Grey mist, snow, mountains, a whole lot of nothing. Except for what appears to be a solid black orb buried into the side of a mountain. “I see a cluster, I think.” It briefly flickers red in sharp hexagonal patterns. “Yeah, it’s a cluster!”

[1/2]

>>42151152
[2/2]

“Range?” asks Captain Kelly. You’re silent. Oh boy. They never taught you to find range. She takes it from you and points it down range. “Hm… how far are we from home base?”

“About fifteen miles,” says Rosemary. Only fifteen miles? How did this get past them? She scans the cluster with her own binoculars. “It looks like that cluster could be the size of a small town, maybe even bigger.”

Doc rolls over. “According to the map.” She holds up a folding map, adjusting her glasses and tipping up the brim of her stahlhelm. “Says here, there ought to be a gulag in this area. Maybe that’s what that is.”

“Gulag?” you ask.

Doc nods. “Yes. For some uh…” She gently tilts her head to an inattentive Bohater. “Orussian unmentionables.” Ah, you see.

“Right,” says Captain Kelly. “We got what we came here for. Let’s turn back and alert the base of its location.”

And right at that moment, one of the armored cars exploded in a shower of sparks and steel. Everyone ducked down and scattered off. Out of the clouds were now dozens upon dozens of drones. Blasting and plinking away with weak, but very numerous laser blasts. “Scatter!” yells Captain Kelly. She pulls out a Webley revolver and starts firing away, while everyone else fires their weapons into the sky on a fighting retreat.

You point your Tommy Gun skyward and start blasting, shooting away at drones. You’re not getting any kills though, nothing seems to stick, or everything seems to miss! Agh! Stupid gun! The Pumas are helpless at this stage, trying to pull their turns and speed away. Another one gets destroyed in a barrage of lasers.

“Contact command!” yells Burnie to you. “Tell them we need support!”

Agh! You pull out the Walkie-Talkie and calibrate the signal. “Command!” A laser blasts nicks your Striker, bouncing off completely. “We need help!”

> Call for Air Support
> Call for SPAAA (Self-Propelled Anti-Aircraft Artillery)
> Call for Concealing Smoke
> other

>>42151176
>> Call for Concealing Smoke

>>42151176
> Call for SPAAA (Self-Propelled Anti-Aircraft Artillery)

>>42151176
>> Call for Concealing Smoke

>>42151176
> Call for Concealing Smoke
We're smoking!

>>42151176
> Call for Air Support

>>42151176
>Call for SPAAA (Self-Propelled Anti-Aircraft Artillery)

>>42151176
>> Call for Concealing Smoke

> Call for Concealing Smoke

“We need a smoke barrage behind us at our location!”

“Copy, stand by. Five rounds, smoke.” The artilleryman is quite cool and calm compared to the situation at hand! Another laser blast deflects off your Striker.

“Kid, look out!” yells Jeb. You blink, looking to see a Drone rushing right at you, low to the ground, lasers blasting. You bring up your Thompson and fire blindly, screaming as the bullets tear through the air and turn the drone into cheese. It falls to pieces in front of you before skidding into a mass of a white mist in front of you.

Your first kill! Hahaha! Your first kill! “Ha!” you scream. “Take that you goon!” You look back at Burnie, who gives you a thumbs up. Before immediately being smashed into the ground by a drone. “Burnie!” you scream. Jeb, Doc, Rosie, Bohater, and Captain Kelly all gasp as they come over to the crater.

Burnie comes up, her clothes torn to shreds, a couple of bruises and light scorching, but none the worse for wear. “I’m alright, I’m alright, I had worse!” Her Striker has been blown to hell, but appears to still be functional.

You hear the whistling of a barrage coming in. Explosions of white smoke smash down into the ground. “There’s the concealing smoke! We gotta go!” Another Puma is flipped onto its side, bursting into flame as a tactical retreat is called.

“Look out!” Captain Kelly looks up and is blasted in the arm. She kneels down, grunting in pain. You immediately wheel over. “Captain!” you scream. “Are you alright!?”

“I’m fine!” she says, grimacing as she holds her arm. “Just a scratch. Let’s go!”

“This fucking sucks!” Jeb yells. “We don’t have a chance out here!”

[1/3]

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>>42152032
[2/3]

“Watch out!” You look to see another drone barreling at you. This time with on-target laser blasts. But just in time, Bohater blocks it with her body, and blasts it out of the sky with a well-placed shot from her cannon. She pushes it away towards the smoke, loading in another round and firing off another accurate shot. “She’s buying us time!” says Doc as she pushes you away. “Let’s go!”

Bohater covers the rear as you retreat into the smoke. Once you disappear in, the drones have no way to track you, and you’re allowed to escape.

-

-

Colonel Hessler does not seem pleased. She addresses the entire Squadron in her office, looking at you all. Captain Kelly and Lieutenant Burnie didn’t even have time to get a change of clothes, and you could see their naked bodies beneath the torn fabrics hanging off of them. “Right,” she says. “So let me get this straight. You were attacked by drones, but you could not fight them off.”

Captain Kelly nods. “Aerial drones. They have been getting faster, more maneuverable than before. We don’t have any kind of solid defense against them besides our shields, which can’t hold for long against them. These are just the swarm ones mind you as well, butcherbirds.”

“General Guderian was quite blunt about the weakness of an armored force if aerial superiority is not secured, which it is not in this theatre,” says Colonel Hessler. “At the very least, we have the location of the cluster, and Bomber Command is already mustering a bomber wing to carpet bomb it back to the stone age. But as for you girls, I am sorry but until we can secure air superiority this is the reality of fighting here.” Jeb raises her hand. “Yes?”

“Where are the Air Witches?” she asks. “What about the 509th or the Misfits?”

>>42152075
[3/3]

“The 509th is still recuperating, and the Misfits are simply too far away to help,” says Colonel Hessler. “For now, we have to rely on the indigenous VVS along with whatever the 1st Joint Armored Corps brings to the table. SPAA will have to become your best friends here.” Everyone looks so dejected, defeated. “You are dismissed. Captain Kelly, Lieutenant, please take your leave to the medbay, get yourselves checked out.” They nod, and you all turn around. “Private.” You pause. “Please stay.” You nod, and watch as everyone else leaves. Bohater gives you one last look of skepticism before she too leaves.

That just left you with the Ice Queen. You blink, as she pulls out a cigar from her desk, then lights it up. “Take a seat.” You nod, quickly sitting on a chair and ow ow ow these chairs are uncomfortable. You find yourself on edge already. “So, they call you Kid, ja?” You nod. “Interesting name.”

“You should see my real name,” you mutter.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

She nods. “Very well.” She opens up a folder, no doubt your dossier. Oh great. You turn away, staring at the walls. The office was so bare bones, so empty, so… kraut-like. Nothing to really note. You couldn’t even see the picture on her desk. “So, Private. How did you find yourself on this base?”

You shrug. “Well, when I saw a chance to go overseas, I took it. And it just so happened I was there during the attack and then, you know the rest, you even gave me the medal.”

“I see.” She continues looking through your folder. You spot your name actually on the label. Ugh, she is checking your dossier.

What if she finds out something embarrassing!?

You have to think quick.

> “So… how are you doing, Colonel?”
> “Um, I was Employee of the Month for twenty-seven consecutive months, minus the ones I wasn’t.”
> Remain silent, she’s combing your information.
> Other

>>42152075
Hessler a cute.

>>42152089
> “So… how are you doing, Colonel?”

>>42152089
> “So… how are you doing, Colonel?”

>>42152089
>> “So… how are you doing, Colonel?”

>>42152089
> “Um, I was Employee of the Month for twenty-seven consecutive months, minus the ones I wasn’t.”

>>42152089
> “So… how are you doing, Colonel?”
PANIC MOVES

>>42152089
> “So… how are you doing, Colonel?”

> “So… how are you doing, Colonel?”

“So, how are you doing, Colonel?”

She grunts. “Fine.” She still looks at your folder, her eyes scanning each and every page for details.

…

You cross your arms, pressing your lips together and chewing on the insides of your cheeks. Ugh, that was awkward.

“Hm.” You blink, looking up at her. “Says here you have at least five different attempts to enlist. Your magical potential however was not scared as being ‘suited for combat or other frontline duties’ by the doctors.” You sigh, glancing downwards. Great, this again. “Well, I will not ask about your apparent determination to get into the military despite your handicaps.” She continues reading your folder again, silently.

Ice Queen, huh?

“So, does everything look okay?” you ask. She nods. God, she’s even quieter than Bohater. Occasionally, she may look up at you, giving you a cold glance with those blue eyes of hers, then go back to reading.

“Everything appears to be in order,” she says.

You smile. “Ah, good, well-“

“Except for one thing.”

You freeze. Uh oh. Is this about that time you stole that bat from Ebbits Field? You swear, you didn’t know it was property of the team. And you certainly didn’t try to bless it with your magic so that it could be used to hit home runs. Those bums deserved to go to the pennant this year damn it!

She shuts the folder, and you flinch at the paper crushing together as she flips it back onto the desk. “I want to ask you a question, Private.” You nod violently, waiting for her. “How are you finding the frontline so far? Everything you expected to be?”

You silently gaze at her for a moment, then ask, “Is this a test?”

“Everything you say will be judged,” she says. OH SHIT.

“Well… it’s everything and more actually that I expected, and enjoyed!” you say quickly. “It’s so, fast and action packed and violent and- and I uh… I love it! I love the fighting, I love the thrill of combat, and I love the excitement that I might get hurt or- or“

1/3

>>42153203
[2/3]

“That’s enough,” she says.

Okay. You bobbled it. Damn it.

“Not exactly what I expected,” she says. You hang your head low. “Here on the front, we have a very distinct need for manpower, and a witch properly placed could hold up an entire hive. There was a Witch that we call the Beast of Raseiniai, perhaps you’ve heard of her?”

You nod. “Who hasn’t?”

“A little Orussian witch, manning a model KV-2 Striker Unit, held up the advance of an entire hive for an entire day. She spent that day under the dark clouds in the eye of the hive, surviving hundreds of drone attacks hour after hour, minute after minute. And at the end, she successfully delayed the Hive for so long that millions of civilians were evacuated in the time she had bought them.” She crosses her arms. “Is she popular where you live?”

“Well, we’ve heard of her in the papers,” you say. “Seen the statue you built for her too.”

“Mhm. We need more witches, most like her, maybe some like you.” You blink, glancing up at her. “You have dedication. And I believe you to have some potential. So I am going to offer you - not give you, offer – a chance to be with other witches much like you. Those we’ve put aside due to perceived handicaps, or perhaps other… miscellaneous reasons.”

You’re silent for a second. “D-… does this mean-“

>>42153246
A heart of gold!

>>42153246
[3/3]

“Yes, it will mean a transfer from the current unit you reside with, along with a promotion to Corporal,” she says. “I have already made the call for two other witches to join us here, and they are already on their way. It will be a five man squadron, with your overall commander being Captain Kelly. I want to know if you will take this opportunity. We cannot guarantee you will be the leader of this section, but you will have a role to play in this new relatively rushed together squadron. I need everyone I can get, and I cannot afford to let Witches sit down anymore due to perceived flaws. What do you say?”

> “Give me time to think.”
> “I’ll do it!”
> “I’m sorry, I can’t.”
> Other

>>42153295
> “I’ll do it!”
Moving up in the world, huh.

>>42153295
>> “I’ll do it!”
No kidding. This is moving up in the world.

>>42153295
>> “I’ll do it!”

>>42153295
> “Give me time to think.”
New friends!

>>42153295
>"I'll do it!"
Seems like a good deal.

>>42153295
> “I’ll do it!”

>>42153295
>> “I’ll do it!”
The Dirty almost Half-Dozen.

>>42153295
> “I’ll do it!”
For sure!

> “I’ll do it!”

You scoot in, grinning widely, holding onto her desk. “I’ll do it, I’ll do it, I will absolutely do it-“

“Let go of my desk,” she says quickly. You quickly scoot back, but still smile happily. “Very good then, Corporal.” You grin even more widely. “However, your promotion is not official yet, so you’re still a Private until otherwise said.” Oh. Your grin drops a little. “However…” She stands up, offering her hand. “Welcome to the 130th Joint Combat Team. And we expect great things from-“

The door opens, and poking his head inside is Lieutenant den Dekker. “Ma’am. The new guys are here.”

“Oh.” She blinks. “That was faster than I thought it would be, okay.” She pats your shoulder, stepping around the desk. “Come with me.”

-

-

There were two witches settled on the runway as their transport plane took off again for Alaska. On the left was a Karlslander, decked out in heavy body armor that you thought would be more suited for the trenches for the Great War. But underneath that helmet shone glittering blonde hair, and a pair of curly pig tails that sat squarely on her shoulders. And her bored looking brown eyes stared into a mirror as she checked on her make up.

The one on the right also looked appropriately regal. Her black hair was done up in a smart folded ponytail, and her Ostmark uniform was well-kept, with her greatcoat slung around her shoulders.

Lieutenant den Dekker led you and Colonel Hessler to them. “Colonel Hesseler. Corporal Greta von Eisen and Corporal Aurelia Meszaros.” The two of them looked over at den Dekker as if he were some sort of disgusting insect. Oh great. Royalty. “Girls-“

Greta raised her hand. “Enough said. I know exactly why you have called Greta von Eisen here to fight, and that is because you require a sharpshooter of my caliber!” She grins. “Colonel Hessler, ma’am, I will not fail you nor will I ever fail the Fatherland!” She thumps her fist to her chest, clanking against her metal body.

[1/3]

>>42154412
[2/2]

Aurelia rolls her eyes. “Typical krauts.”

“As if-“ Greta furiously glares at Aurelia. “Who the hell put you in charge!?”

“All I know is that you little witches have the strangest trouble shooting things out of the sky, pew pew pew.” She makes little explosions with her hands, mocking Greta, and maybe you a little. “What, can you not shoot a moving target?”

“I could shoot a moving target any day, as much as I could shoot you!” Greta jabs her finger into Aurelia’s actually somewhat generous chest.

“What are you going to do, run five miles away and shoot me!?” taunts Aurelia. Greta pauses, blinking and growing red in the cheeks. “That’s what I thought.” She flicks Gerta on the nose, further infuriating her.

“Enough, enough,” says Colonel Hessler as she interposes herself between them. “Girls, it is nice to have you two here. This is our little Private, she will be joining us. Now if you will follow me to the range, we can properly evaluate your abilities.”

“Gladly!” they both say simultaneously. They storm off, but pause at you. “Carry our stuff.” They both say. You look over to see their weapons and other bags waiting on the runway. What are you, an errand girl?

Well, you could carry Greta’s stuff. It’s actually a shortened version of a Pak 43 88mm cannon for Strike Witch duties, but that thing is heavy enough on its own, even with your Striker. And then there’s also her bags, with lots of clothes, and other nonsense that a frontline combat witch has no need for. Ugh.

Or you could carry Aurelia’s stuff. A S-18/1100, a fully automatic Anti-Tank rifle, which is also quite heavy, but it also means carrying all of her ammunition. Too.

Ugh. You joined because you wanted to stop carrying people’s stuff!

> Don’t carry it. They can do it themselves.
> Carry Greta’s stuff.
> Carry Aurelia’s stuff.
> As much as it’ll kill you, carry everyone’s stuff like the pussy you are.
> Other

>>42154438
> As much as it’ll kill you, carry everyone’s stuff like the pussy you are.
W-we're just helpful!

>>42154438
>> Don’t carry it. They can do it themselves.

>>42154438
>As much as it’ll kill you, carry everyone’s stuff like the pussy you are.
Kid is stronk. I bet Bohater could carry it all no problem.

>>42154438
> Don’t carry it. They can do it themselves.

>>42154438
> Don’t carry it. They can do it themselves.

>>42154438
> Don’t carry it. They can do it themselves.

>>42154438
>> As much as it’ll kill you, carry everyone’s stuff like the pussy you are.

>>42154438
>As much as it’ll kill you, carry everyone’s stuff like the pussy you are.
Agreeing with >>42154522
This is lightweight.

> As much as it’ll kill you, carry everyone’s stuff like the pussy you are.

Ah it won’t kill you to be a pussy just this once.

You pick up both guns and sling them over your shoulder, then grab as many bags as you can carry and pick them all up in one big tower of luggage. They smile at you as you follow them to the range. Great. What a great example you’re setting to your peers, doing everything they ask of you. This should be amazing for your teamwork.

-

-

“Pull!”

Three Neuroi targets blasted upwards into the sky, bobbing and weaving. Aurelia, whose Striker was a 40M Nimrod, raised her Anti-tank rifle and blasted them out of the sky with one accurate three-round burst. The pieces fell down like snow. She bowed to Colonel Hessler, cradling her large AT Rifle in her hands.

Greta pushed her out of the way. “Outta my way, peasant!” She lowered down her Pak 43 88m gun. “Pull!” A large Neuroi target shot out and started moving away from the base, and curving away to the right as well. Greta fired away, blasting it in a brilliant display of marksmanship.

“Lucky shot!” yells Aurelia.

“If that was a lucky shot, you should see what I do regularly!” says Greta.

“I think we’d all be ‘dying’ to see that.”

You tilt your head, moving to Colonel Hessler. “So… what are these two’s uh… handicap?” you whisper.

“Greta is slow, very slow. Her Striker Unit alleviates this somewhat but she has very poor tactical flexibility on the battlefield due to her limited mobility. As for Aurelia, her shields for whatever reason only protect the bottom half of her body.” You tilt your head again. That bottom half sure is quite well-kept, you have to say. “As a result, these weaknesses were deemed inhibiting and they were put to reserve. They have combat experience, but not a lot of it.”

Greta smiles at Colonel Hessler. “So, Colonel! When will I be taking my commission?”

[1/2]

>>42155215
[2/2]

“As if!” Aurelia pushes Greta. “The great hunter of the Ostmark deserves a position as squad leader more than this Karlslander wannabe!”

“You take that back, I am pureblooded unlike you-“

Colonel Hessler raises her hand, which silences the both of them. “I will not be offering a commission just yet. There’s still more to do. And your first mission in fact will be much sooner than you think. For now, I have seen enough of your abilities, and I will evaluate them as I choose who will be your squad leader. Lieutenant den Dekker will lead you to your Hangar. Lieutenant.”

-

-

Unfortunately, you wouldn’t get to share a hangar with the 1st Tank Witch Squadron, instead you had to take one of the more damaged hangars set in the back, with a hole in the ceiling. A cot was already set out for you, all five of you. “Lieutenant den Dekker?” You turn to him as you unpack your things at your cot. “Does this mean Thornycroft and Rascal are joining me?”

“It does actually.” He crosses his arms. “I’m quite glad, those two were more harm than help in the office.” He shrugs. “No offense to them.”

“It’s alright,” you say quickly.

“But hey, we could always use someone like you if you got time,” he says. “Do you?” You shake your head, unfortunately. “That’s a shame. Well, I’ll be around if you ever need anything, you know where my office is.” He moves out the door.

You sigh, you’re finally part of your own Tank Witch unit! Amazing, this is-

“Ahem!” You blink, looking over to Greta, finding her sitting on her bed. “Private, foot massage please.” What. She wiggles her toes beneath that pantyhose of hers. Aurelia meanwhile dabbles with her makeup, plucking eyelashes.

“Do I look like a peasant to you?” you say.

“Yes,” she says. Oh. “Your hands, my feet, any time today.”

> “How about never.”
> “Fine.” Pussy.
> Other

>>42155215
>That bottom half sure is quite well-kept, you have to say
pls

>>42155235
> “How about never.”

>>42155235
> “How about never.”
Carrying stuff is what we're good at, not foot massage.

>>42155235
> “Fine.” Pussy.

>>42155235
> “How about never.”

>>42155235
> “How about never.”

>>42155235
>“How about never.”
Too far, plus I'm pretty sure crippling a fellow witch by giving her a terrible foot massage would not be a good way to christen the new unit.

>>42155235
>“How about never.”
We're not some sort of serf.

>>42155405
I dunno, Foot Fetish Frivolity sounds like a fun unit nickname to me anon.

>>42155235
>“How about never.”
I don't recall being assigned as your personal maid you stuck up snob.

>>42155235
>> “Fine.” Pussy.

>>42155435
>message her feet
>with our tongue

>>42155435
>>42155916
Go back to >>>D fagots

>>42155235
> “How about never.”

> “How about never.”

You scoff. “How about never.” She rolls her eyes, pulling up a book and beginning to read, still wiggling her toes as she crosses her legs. “And are you always going to wear that armor? That looks uncomfortable.”

She glares at you, hugging herself. “Do not speak ill of my armor.” Her head slowly sinks into it, and her helmet as well tips over so all you can see are her eyes. “It’s cozy.”

That does not look cozy from where you’re standing.

“Leave her, Private.” Aurelia walks over, patting her cheeks with some sort of powder. “It’s clear that Miss von Eisen is such a spoiled child that she needs to ask her squadmates for such a massage.” Greta rolls her eyes, going back to reading her book.

And at that moment, Thornycroft and Rascal arrive. “Hey, you!” Thorn walks over to you. “Who are these two?”

Greta’s head pops out, and she immediately turns her nose to the air. “I happen to be Greta von Eisen, and this is some profligate.” She motions to Aurelia.

“Aurelia,” she says quickly. “And don’t you forget it.”

“So, you two are joining us then?” says Thorn. “That’s great! We’re all one big happy family then!” She drops her bags onto the bed next to yours. “But that does also mean one of us is going to be the squad leader, which, don’t get me wrong, is probably going to be me, aye?”

“Who died and made you leader?” asks Greta.

Rascal flips through Greta’s book, grumbling. “Well who died and gave this piece of shit book.”

“Hey!” Greta swipes the book away from the Greta. “That is written by Erwin Rommel himself, and I will not tolerate a bad word about him thank you very much you little rascal!”

Thorn nudges Rascal, smirking. “She already knows your name.” Thorn places her hands on her hips. “Well, you can call me Thorn. I guess we’re all together because we’re not exactly the most conventional of witches. So! That means we’re going to be put on some special assignments I bet!”

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>>42156198
[2/2]

“Actually…” The five of you look to a random soldier, carrying a box of ammo. “I heard rumors the five of you were getting put together because you all cause so much damn trouble. It’d be easier to look after you all.” You all stare at him, mercilessly. He shrugs, quickly walking away. “That’s just me though.”

“He’s just fecking with us,” says Thorn. “I mean, come on! We’re witches! They wouldn’t do that to us, right?”

And at that moment, a new hole opened up in the ceiling above you. Slush, snow, and muck fell down upon the five of you, showering you in muck, filth, and dirtiness. All the five of you could do now is just stand there, and wallow in being so filthy.

“Hey look! The filthy five!” yells a soldier as he passes by. Greta picks up a can of soda and throws it at him. “Ow! Fuck!” He runs away, holding his head sorely.

…

“Well.” Rascal bites her lips. “I’ll clean everyone’s clothes. You all can take a shower.”

Greta nods. “I’ll get a spare change of clothes for everyone.” She reaches into her footlocker.

“I’ll warm up a bath.” She picks up a barrel and a spare waterhose.

Thorn grunts. “I’ll get some water.”

> “Oh come on! We can’t let this get to us!”
> “Dibs on the first bath.”
> Quietly go and clean up the dirty luggage.
> Other

>>42156218
> “Oh come on! We can’t let this get to us!”
I mean...we should probably still clean though.

>>42156218
>> “Dibs on the first bath.”

>>42156218
> Quietly go and clean up the dirty luggage.

>>42156218
> “Dibs on the first bath.”

>>42156218
>“Oh come on! We can’t let this get to us!”

>>42156218
> “Dibs on the first bath.”

>>42156218
> “Oh come on! We can’t let this get to us!”
It's time for an INSPIRING SPEECH!

>>42156218
>> “Oh come on! We can’t let this get to us!”

> “Oh come on! We can’t let this get to us!”

“Oh come on!” You stomp your foot, getting everyone’s attention square on you. “We can’t let the ‘rumor’ that we’re only together because we’d be easier to manage that way! So what!? We’re serving the Allies all the same way!” You point to Greta. “Greta! You’re a Karlslander with the most amazing accuracy and marksmanship I’ve ever seen!” You point to Aurelia. “Aurelia, you’re one of the finest shooters I’ve ever seen too, and will be a valuable addition to the roster!” And then to Thornycroft. “Thorn! You have more experience in being a Witch than any of us!” And Rascal. “Rascal, you… honestly I don’t actually know what you’ve done but you’re probably really good!”

Everyone glances at each other, still listening to you attentively.

“Now!” You step onto your bed, standing proud and tall. “We may be the filthiest Witches in Orussia right now, but we can thump our chests and stand proud that we’ll be given the chance to defend humanity even if it means giving our lives for it! Now who’s with me-“

Another hole tears up the ceiling. And at that moment, more grime, muck, and slush comes barreling down on top of you. The girls all step away as it flows all over your bed, and piles straight onto you as you stand triumphantly. It finally ends when you’re knee deep in the worst smelling muck you can think of.

…

Rascal tilts her head. “You want to take the first bath?”

“Yes, please,” you say.

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>>42157199
[2/2]

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You grumble, leaning forward on the lip of the barrel as the hot water soothes your skin and washes away the waste that dirtied you and your clothes. Rascal scrubs away all the muck from everyone’s clothes. As for Greta, she insists on continuing to wear that armor of hers even as she bathes alongside you, humming as she kicks her legs up in the smaller but wider bath made from an ammo box. “I have to say, Kid, that was quite the inspiring speech. You almost convinced me,” she says.

You roll your eyes. “Shut up.”

“Hmph.” She shuts her eyes, continuing to wash her legs. “Aurelia, would you mind helping me wash my legs for me?” Aurelia throws her sweaty wash cloth at Greta’s face. “Okay then.”

Thornycroft comes over. “Aw come on, stop hogging the bath.” She drops her towel, leaning on your barrel.

“Get your own!” you hiss.

“Forget it!” She immediately leaps in and crushes you on the side of the barrel, splashing water everywhere. “Oooh! This feels great!”

“Ah, come on!” you yell.

Thorn’s back rubs up against yours. “Hey! I’ve had worse spots than this! Now come on, help me with my hair while you’re at it.”

You slam your head against the lip of the barrel. Good grief.

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>>42157223
That's it for tonight. Thanks for playing, hope to see you maybe Saturday for something else or maybe Tank Witches again.

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See you next time.

We lost to the Marlins tonight. No more #RALLYTANKWITCHES

>>42157253
Thanks for running GS! It was fun.
Kek

>>42157253
Thanks for running, boss.

>>42157199
>>42157223
Cute.

>>42157253
Thanks for the thread! The failure of the sportsball magic is truly a tragedy.

>>42157253
Poop! I just got here.

Oh well, thanks for the fun boss. Welcome back to the boards.