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>>34112673
The ceiling suddenly gets a new skylight as Vera crashes right through. You grab your head, groaning in pain while the rest of the Wing rouses. Vera screams and curses in Orussian, her Striker Unit caught on a piece of rebar. “Agh, suka blyat!” She pulls the release cord, and out she pops from the Unit and onto the cold hard ground. That oughta learn her.

Lieutenant McCawlay rises, naked from top to bottom. “Vera, what the fuck!?”

“We are under attack!” yells Vera. “We are about to bombed!”

An explosion rumbles outside. Ah, of all the days that the Neuroi HAD TO ATTACK, IT HAD TO BE THIS ONE. The Wing starts scrambling up. “Come on! Get your shit together!” yells Lieutenant McCawlay as she gets nothing but a blouse on. “Get up!” She pulls Vera up from the ground and marches her to the door.

> Get dressed, you’re wearing nothing but your bra and your trousers!
> Get up and out, this is important!
> Write in

>>34112688
> Get up and out, this is important!

>>34112688
>> Get up and out, this is important!

>>34112688
> Get up and out, this is important!

>>34112673
Foobs is the best.
>>34112688
> Get up and out, this is important!
Well shit

>>34112688
>> Get up and out, this is important!
>Daphne molestation
Unf
I'm really loving Daphne

>>34112673
>you can’t help but feel slightly violated.

Rookie is no longer pure, she's ruined for marriage

>>34112751
You only like her because she's lewd. TRUE LOVE can only come from the commander!

Though yeah I'm laughing pretty hard right now.

>>34112775
Only her hair is.

>>34112782
Still holding out hope for dark-horse girl, maybe a transferee, winning the whole thing. Bucholz doesn't seem very interested and probably needs a friend more anyway, and while I like Foobs, a relationship based on hair-tousling isn't exactly the deepest thing.

>>34112783

The rest of Rookie is a worthless snitch anyway. Her hair was the best part of her!

>>34112813
You take that back right now!

>>34112688
>Get up and out, this is important!

>>34112860
Dammit I still need to finish the blanket party story, except I'm busy with a move.

>>34112688
>> Get up and out, this is important!
At least grab a bedsheet toga-cape though.

On the plus-side, we can now wheedle pretty much any favour out of Daphne. Simply threaten to stand in the middle of everyone, tear up a bit, and plaintively wail "Daphne hair-raped meeeee!".

>>34112860

It's all true though. Rookie deserves to be bullies Full Metal Jacket style

>>34112897
*bullied

>>34112887
Daphne banged her bangs, bred her braids, harassed her hair, raped her ringlets, sexed her strands...

>>34112812
Atleast your hope has a better chance of happening than mine ever could. I doubt Schteel plans on making Neuroi-Girl a thing.

>>34112688
>Get up and out, this is important!
Being Rookie is suffering.

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>>34112887
Not the first time someone fought in their skivvies.

>>34112947
Neuroi Girl best girl.

>>34112812
>a relationship based on hair-tousling isn't exactly the deepest thing
Thing is, Foobs seems to genuinely care for Rookie too, it's not just the hair.

>>34112688
Wait this is important, what kind of bra and trousers?
I need to know before I decide on whether or not to change

>>34112897
Rookie is a good girl. Damn gay yanks need to learn to follow orders.

>>34112812
Nonsense, Daphne loves all of Rookie, just because she gives special attention to her hair doesn't mean she only loves that

> Get up and out, this is important!

Ah to hell with it, you grab your dress blouse from the foot of your bed and just throw it on. No time for buttoning up! There’s a Neuroi about and you’ve got the headache of your life!

Vera busts down the door, and your eyes are immediately assaulted by searchlights activating and filling the sky. A huge hulking Large-type Neuroi is visible in the sky, a flying wing barely visible against the dark night sky. Its glowing red spots open up and start dispensing capsules which start dropping onto the airbase.

The Wing’s Jeep drives up, screeching as it brakes to a halt in front of you all. The Jeep Jockey, wearing nothing but his pants and a tank top yells, “Get in, get in!” You all pile in. Rachel and Daisy cling onto the hood, while you take the passenger seat. The rest of the wing takes the back. The Jeep Jockey reaches back and hands you an M1 Carbine. “You keep that Roy off our backs!”

He steps on the gas, and you quickly check the magazine. 15 rounds. Okay.

Rachel yells, “Take us to the Strikers, Jockey! We gotta get airborne!”

“How did Neuroi get this far into Gallia!?” yells Carla. She wears nothing but her yellow nightgown.

“Hell if I know!” Rachel yells back. “Vera!? Where are your Bazookas!?”

“I lost them, I had to shed weight to get speed!” Vera quickly yells.

“Damn!”

“Look out!” yells Daisy. A capsule drops in front of the Jeep and bursts in a cloud of smoke. “DOWN!”

A little orb plants itself on the windshield, with little red spots glowing all about it. “What the hell is that!?” yells the Jeep Jockey.

> Shoot it
> Rip it off the windshield
> “It’s ugly is what it is !”
> Write in

>>34112978
>>34113014

Shave Rookie's glorious drill-tail and Daphne would drop her faster than a hot potato.

>>34113027
>> Rip it off the windshield
>> “It’s ugly is what it is !”

>>34113027
> Rip it off the windshield
Sounds explodey.

>>34113027
> Rip it off the windshield
> “It’s ugly is what it is!”
No time for this shit

>>34113027
>> Write in: Bail out of the jeep, it's clearly going to blow!

RIP Jeep Jockey, you were an ass

>>34113027
> Rip it off the windshield
> “It’s ugly is what it is!”

>>34113027
> Shoot it
What could go wrong.
Neuroi-tan when? I kid I kid.

>>34113027
>Rip it off the windshield
Fuckin' jerks making all this noise while we've got a hangover.

>>34113112
I kind of like J.J. He's a fun kind of ass. But he's not the kind of ass Rookie wants.

It's time for a round of M1 Carbine golf! FOOOOORE!
Let's not grab the explosive with our fleshy appendages

>>34113163
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pcnFbCCgTo4

semicolon underscore semicolon

>>34112881
Please do not bully the Rookie, that's Schteel's job.

>>34112881
>blanket party story
What's this now?

> Rip it off the windshield
> “It’s ugly is what it is !”

“It’s ugly is what it is!” You grab the top of the windshield and stand. And with that, you grab the thing with your bare hands, it’s cold, and it won’t actually detach from the windshield.

“Rook, don’t!” Daisy screams. You look at Daisy confusedly, before the thing proceeds to detach and throw you backwards. You keep holding it as you sit back.

Then it splits in two and reveals its inner self. A great central eye blinds you as buzz saws, clippers and cutters, little metal legs, and other sharp implements bare at you. It screeches as the girls in back scream. The Jeep Jockey yells, “WHAT THE FUCK!?”

Rachel crawls up the windshield as you keep it from tearing your face open. You keep it at arms length, but it slips from your grasp and drops onto your chest and OH BOY IT’S TEARING YOUR CLOTHES OFF. Rachel grabs onto it before it can start working the skin and throws it over the side. It collides with a crate and explodes into white mist.

“Buzz drone!” she yells. “They’re using Buzz drones!”

“Darling!” Daphne bends down over you. “Are you okay!?”

“I’m fine, ohoho~.” You pat yourself down. Yep, not a scratch. It appears it thought your clothes were some sort of armor and worked at that first instead of the skin.

The Jeep screeches to a halt outside of the Striker Unit hangar. Airmen and mechanics fire away at the large type and the Buzz Drones skittering about the airfield. The Buzz Drones cut and slice their way through planes, equipment, and other material alike, ignoring the personnel for some reason. “Bernhardt!” you scream. “Get my Striker!” You all jump off the Jeep and run inside.

[1/2]

>>34113354
[2/2]

Bernhardt and the other mechanics are busy at work getting the Strikers ready and in place. Commander Bucholz is already putting herself in and ready to sort, wearing nothing but her dress jacket, a bra, and a pair of white trousers. “Alright, Lieutenant! Get in the air as fast as you can! But hurry, the Buzz Drones are ripping the place apart!” she barks.

“Got it!” yells Lieutenant McCawlay. “Alright, we deploy one at a time! The rest cover until she’s up in the air, who’s first!?”

> Volunteer to get up there
> Volunteer to cover
> Write in

>>34113302

Rookie is for bullying and degrading

>>34113368
> Volunteer to cover
The M2 kills even when it doesn't hit, and Rookie doesn't often miss.

>>34113368
>> Volunteer to cover
We already have a gun in our hand after all

>>34113368
>> Volunteer to cover

>>34113368
> Volunteer to cover
We're a cover kinda witch

>>34113354
So Rookie is flying without top cover. Nice.

>>34113368
> Volunteer to get up there
Rookie brave!
Rookie plot-armor.

>>34113438
"Rookie, stop staring at Bucholz's a- wait, are you...?"
"It's Wind-chill! WIND CHILL!"

> Volunteer to cover

“I’ll cover you all!” you say quickly.

Lieutenant McCawlay nods. “Alright, Foobs!” She points to Daphne. “Get to your Striker, you’re after Bucky, then me, Daisy, then Carla, Karen, and then Rookie. Vera, grab a gun, you’re helping Rookie us since your Striker is out of order! Everyone got that!?”

“Yes ma’am!”

“Action stations!” she yells. Bernhardt and another mechanic quickly toss your famed M2 Browning Machine gun. You grab it and quickly set it up behind some crates, while another mechanic drops down a box of ammo for you. Vera grabs one of the spare M1 Carbines and starts firing at Buzz Drones trying to skitter into the base.

“Daphne Fairbanks, taking off!” Daphne zooms out of the hangar and into the sky. You load up the ammo and start blasting away at Buzz Drones trying to make their way in.

The Jeep Jockey grabs a BAR and crouches down next to you. “I haven’t been in this kind of shit before!” he screams concernedly.

“No one cares!” screams Vera. The Jeep Jockey rolls his eyes and steadily fires shot after shot with his gun.

Daphne and Commander Bucholz are already high in the sky, trying to poke and prod at the Large-type to find any kind of hint of the core.

> Fire at the Large-type
> Keep firing at the Buzz drones
> Write in

>>34113644
> Keep firing at the Buzz drones
Let the waifus handle themselves.

>>34113644
>> Keep firing at the Buzz drones
Let's worry about the big things once everyone is up in the air

>>34113644
> Keep firing at the Buzz drones
We need to keep those drones off their tails.

>>34113644
> Keep firing at the Buzz drones

>>34113644
> Keep firing at the Buzz drones
Pew pew pew

>>34113644
>> Keep firing at the Buzz drones
Appetizers, THEN main course.

>>34113644
>> Keep firing at the Buzz drones

We said we'd cover, so we take care of the drones

> Keep firing at the Buzz drones

You depress the gun down to keep firing at the Buzz Drones. They skitter and scatter. They scream and screech as you blast them to pieces with .50 Caliber ammunition powered by witch magic. That ought to teach them for waking you up in the midst of your drunken slumber, those alien wretches! Today cannot possibly get any worse!

“Rach, taking the sky!” She blazes out of the hangar. A B-24 out on the field explodes, bursting into flame. The Buzz Drones must be after the bombers.

The Large-type in the sky roars, a whale-like call, and then starts banking left. It must be trying to retreat! The coward!

“Daisy, we’re going!” Daisy flies out.

“Goddamn it, it’s getting away!” yells Bernhardt. “Shoot it, shoot it!” The mechanics and airmen all run up to the hangar entrance and start firing away with their rifles and carbines. You, Vera, and the Jeep Jockey turn your guns up and start firing away too. Only yours and Vera’s ammunition have any kind of impression in it, but that thing can regenerate infinitely if you don’t hit the core.

Then it explodes into white mist. You blink. Wow. You- You didn’t see that coming. You grab a headset and a throat mic. There’s a little line, a tracer it seems. One of the girls must have charged right through and broken that core like a popped balloon.

> “Who did that?”
> “Nice work!”
> “Is everyone okay?”
> Write in

>>34114076
>> “Nice work!”
>> “Is everyone okay?”

>>34114076
> “Who did that?”
> “Is everyone okay?”
I hope that witch is okay

>>34114076
>> “Nice work!”
>> “Is everyone okay?”
It was probably the Commander: she charges through things like we saw a few threads ago. Though, she was tuckered out the last time...

>>34114076
> “Who did that?”
> “Is everyone okay?”
Oh boy!

>>34114196
Time for a game of Commander Catch!

>"Is everyone okay?"
>"Who did that?"
>"Nice work!"

>>34114076
>> “Nice work!”
>> “Is everyone okay?”

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>>34114217
I'm almost certain it should be reversed but who cares.

>>34114076

> “Who did that?”
> “Nice work!”
> “Is everyone okay?”

All three

> “Nice work!”
> “Is everyone okay?”

“Nice work! Are you all okay?”

“Yeah, yeah!” says Lieutenant McCawlay. “But uh… it- it wasn’t us.”

What.

“… what do you mean it wasn’t you? I just saw it, did another witch come in and-“ You’re immediately buzzed by the rush of a Bf-109 Striker Unit. Judging by the engine noise, that wasn’t the F-4 of Commander Bucholz’s, no. No.

“Who is that!?” yells Commander Bucholz.

A new voice cackles on the radio, a strangely familiar voice. “Sorry for the surprise! I just arrived and boy did I come just in time.” Wait. Wait. WAIT. She turns up and about and starts for a vertical landing as the mechanics, the rest of the unlaunched Witches, and other base personnel go to see who it is.

You know. You liked all kinds of people. Your polite, professional, LADYLIKE demeanor caught the attention of your professors. Your grades soared through the roof! You were quite the popular girl, and for good reason, because you liked just about everyone there!

EXCEPT FOR HER.

“Flying Officer Hermine Graf, reporting for duty, Commander!”

AAAAAAAHHHHH

> RUN
> “GRAF, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!? YOU SHOULD BE AT THE ACADEMY!”
> Eh, go see her. You’re fucked anyways.
> Write in

>>34114482
>> “GRAF, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!? YOU SHOULD BE AT THE ACADEMY!”
Yes our peasant counterpart has arrive, there can't a Luvia without a Rin

>>34114482
> Hide behind the commander!
> "Please send her away!"

>>34114482
> “GRAF, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!? YOU SHOULD BE AT THE ACADEMY!”
Oh boy, this should be fun.

>>34114576
... SHE OUTRANKS ROOKIE. WHAT THE HELL.

>>34114482
>> “GRAF, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!? YOU SHOULD BE AT THE ACADEMY!”

This seems the most fun.

>>34114482
Oh boy it's a new transfer student, I wonder if this will complicate the "plot"

>>34114482
>Hide behind the commander!
> "Please send her away!"

>RUN

>>34114482
> “GRAF, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!? YOU SHOULD BE AT THE ACADEMY!"
I bet she has a cute nickname for us thats even more embarassing than being called Rookie all tthe time.

>>34114482
>RUN
Fuck this she's an officer and everything.

>>34114643
Or she'll begin addressing Rookie with her real name, only to be like "wait, did you call her 'Rookie'?" and start getting a smug look.

>>34114482
> RUN

CRAZY IVAN!

> “GRAF, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!? YOU SHOULD BE AT THE ACADEMY!”

“GRAF!” you scream. “GRAAAAAAF! YOU- WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!? DOES THE HEADMASTER KNOW ABOUT THIS!?”

“Huh? Ooooohhh…” Graf giggles a bit over the comm as she stops her landing. Ah shit. She’s found you. She flies over, then lands, keeping up straight as she smirks at you is THAT A FUCKING KNIGHT’S CROSS OF THE IRON CROSS!? “Well, if it isn’t the little lady of the Academy!” She gestures for a mechanic to help her out of the Striker, and he eagerly does so when she pulls her stunning legs wearing black thigh highs out. “It’s great to see you again, cutie honey!”

She holds out her arms for a hug, smiling at you.

…

“Come on, no hugs?” she says.

“What are you doing here?” you say, crossing your arms. “And why are you, A. A Flying Officer, and B. with a Ritterkreuz, and C. Where is your Focke-Wulfe 190?”

Graf swishes her wavy brown hair back, frowning. “Oh, honey. I’m hurt. You’re not glad to see me?” She walks over to you. “Come on, we’re good friends and-“ She trips a bit, and the cross falls from her neck. “Oh, whoops!” You bend down to catch it, and you get a CLOSER LOOK WHAT THE HELL!? She smiles a bit. “I appear to have dropped my Knight’s Cross of the Iron Cross with Oak Leaves, Swords, and Diamonds! Funny that, I need to get that clasp fixed.”

> “EXPLAIN YOURSELF!”
> Seethe silently in anger like the little lady you are
> “No, no. I’m happy you’re here.”
> Write in

Maybe she is the Hartmann to our Marseille, or maybe she is the Kuroko to our Mikoto.
I kinda hope it's the second one.

>>34114806
>“EXPLAIN YOURSELF!”

>>34114806
>Seethe silently in anger like the little lady you are
>RUN

>>34114806
> Seethe silently in anger like the little lady you are
> “No, no. I’m happy you’re here.”
This girl better watch herself

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>>34114806
> “No, no. I’m happy you’re here.”
Seriously what the fuck? Did she spend a year in the middle of a hive killing guys? I don't think Erika even got that, and she's one of the top witches.

>>34114684
Oh, and also Rookie is effectively topless right now after that encounter with the buzz bomb. Rookie's life is totally suffering right now. So delicious.

>>34114909
>Oh, and also Rookie is effectively topless right now after that encounter with the buzz bomb. Rookie's life is totally suffering right now. So delicious.
She forgot about that too

>>34114806
>> Write in
Mrrr grrr grrr!

>>34114806
> “No, no. I’m happy you’re here.”
>""""Accidentally"""" trip her at earliest opportunity.
Best girl.

>>34114806
>> “EXPLAIN YOURSELF!”

>>34114806
> “No, no. I’m happy you’re here.”
>Venomous smile
>The most crushing hug we can muster
Assert dominance, probably fail spectacularly.

>>34114909
Okay, yeah, I'm REALLY wondering what in the fuck she did to get that award. Only thirteen people in the Luftwaffe have been awarded the diamonds, for example, with Hartmann (Erika here) being one of them. 27 people total have received that award.

>>34114806
> Seethe silently in anger like the little lady you are

>>34115036
... Oh, okay, that would explain it.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hermann_Graf

Rookie still mad, though.

>>34114809
>Kuroko to our Mikoto.

shit. taste.

> “No, no. I’m happy you’re here.”

You give a smile so forced that you’d have to get tongs to make it any wider. “No. In fact, I’m quite happy you’re here, Graf.”

“Ah, call me Hermine!” she says. “You and I are familiar, alumni of the Academy!” She takes the shiny Iron Cross from you and quickly clasps it back onto the neck of her collar. Her uniform… damn it her uniform, she has other awards to that you can’t particular make out. The crowd parts a bit for the Lieutenants and Commander Bucholz. “Ah, are you Commander Bucholz?” asks Graf.

Commander Bucholz nods. “That would be me. You are Flying Officer Graf?”

Graf clicks her heels and salutes sharply. “At your service! General Montgomery has transferred me from the Academy directly to your Command, Commander.”

Commander Bucholz smiles, saluting her back. “We are glad to have you then. And a fellow Karlslander as well.” She shakes Graf’s hand. “We must catch up later however, General Blackstone has to debrief us.”

Damn it damn it damn it SHE’S GETTING THE COMMANDER’S ATTENTION AAAAAHHHH

Graf looks over. “Ah, honey. Your clothes are a mess, I have a spare uniform if you want to borrow that!” You look down. Only the tiniest strips of cloth are covering your good lady parts from the prying eyes of the men. Ah jeez. You blush heavily, you just realized this now as you cover yourself with your arms.

> Yes, I’ll take a uniform.
> No, I have my own.
> Write in

>>34114909
... Shit, I misread the choice. Change to
> Seethe silently in anger like the little lady you are

>>34115259
>No, I have my own

>>34115259
>> No, I have my own.

>>34115259
> No, I have my own.

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>>34115206
DAT CHIN

>>34115259
> No, I have my own.
Poor Rookie.

>>34115259
> No, I have my own.
We woke up crazy early anyway, I'm pretty sure we need a shower and fresh clothes

... Yeah, this girl is really confusing the hell out of me. She has basically the second highest award of Karlsland, hasn't even left the Academy before being transferred by one of the top generals himself, and outranks her... I guess peer?... who is not an officer herself. That last bit can be explained by Rookie leaving the Academy before graduation and enlisting directly, but the rest kind of screams Mary Sue so badly that I want to punch Graf in the face.

>>34115259
> No, I have my own.

>>34115414
Schteel demands conflict.

>>34115259
>No, I have my own.

>Hair-raped
>Hung-over
>Bombed
>Savaged by robots
>near-naked
>over-decorated over-propoted annoying person from your past
>who's getting attention from Bucholz

Rookie is not having a good morning.

>>34115453
Which is fine, I'm not including her kind of smarmy, fake attitude in the reasons why I want to punch her because I'm taking into account the fact that Rookie is coloring the narrative with her intense dislike of Graf. It's the other stuff that's bothering me.

>>34115414
Well, then you know how Rookie feels.

>>34115519
And people were saying that Rookie isn't for bullying.

>>34115551
Oh, she's definitely for bullying. Graf is just ruining my suspension of disbelief.

>>34115519
And then Daphne is going to love her hair more than ours and Rookie will hate it even if she thinks otherwise

>>34115573
Graf is sort of Gertrude to Rookie's Clare, if you follow LGA.

I'm liking this new girl myself.

>>34115573
>Graf claimed his first aerial victory on 4 August 1941
>He was awarded the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross after 45 victories on 24 January 1942
> By 16 September 1942 his number of victories had increased to 172 for which he was honored with the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Oak Leaves, Swords and Diamonds

Historical Graf got decorated fast too, I wouldn't be surprised if there was a little bit of glossing over in the 'straight from the academy' story.

>>34115630
More things change, more they stay the same.

>>34115630
Eh, a little. Sounds to me like Rookie is competent where Graf is Talented with a capital T.

>>34115665
I could accept her being fast tracked out of the Academy and getting a shit ton of kills, with Rookie being a bit out of the loop as she had left the Academy early and enlisted and didn't really want to hear ANYTHING about Graf. That would make sense.

>>34115692

Clara is competent, Trudy just has plot armor

>>34115723
you care too much about this for a quest that is an excuse for teasing uboats with lesbian overtones between girls 16 and under

>>34115776
Verisimilitude, man. Pantsless girls with rocket legs are just fine, so long as it's internally consistent. I was just having a hard time reconciling an Academy student being in the same group as Marseille and Erika until >>34115665 made a good point.

>>34115259
>> No, I have my own.

> No, I have my own.

You shake your head. “No, no. I have my own uniform, thank you very much, Graf.” You turn your nose up, then turn around and head for the barracks. As if things couldn’t get worse. Things just got worse. Ugh… your head. It feels like it’s going to explode.

…

…

“According to Major Meagher and Vera’s reports, the Large-type entered our airspace at 1130 Hours just after black out, sir.” The 509th JFW, General Blackstone and his Staff, and other various commanders like Major Stewart have assembled in a briefing room in The Castle. “Flying Officer Graf destroyed it which took out the rest of the Buzz Drones.” One of his Staff, a fresh-faced Lieutenant, sets up the scene with a map of the area of Southern Gallia.

General Blackstone grunts a bit, studying a bit. “Alright.” He looks up at the 509th. “Flying Large-types don’t come near this airbase, usually because it’s out of range and they have better things to do in Venezia and Karlsland.” He points to southern Karlsland, where lays a red circle. “But here, we’ve identified a hive moving towards Gallia. This particular hive we assume to have spawned it.”

Bucholz nods. “Which is it sir?”

General Blackstone says, “Hive K-2.”

>>=[NEUROI HIVE K-2 “Leviathan”]=<<
>>=[A hive with a scavenging nature. It absorbs anything under its clouds and repurposes it as a weapon of war against humanity. Other hives avoid it. ]=<<

[1/2]

>>34115723
Yeah, that would be a reasonable explanation.

>>34115731
Hence the difference. Though I wouldn't say outright plot armor, not like Oorai for example.

>>34115776
Quiet you, there is no such thing as caring too much when it comes to flying pantsless lesbian fetishbait. No that really isn't sarcastic, I am a big fan of the franchise. There is however, caring about the wrong things, like ignoring the principle of "it's magic, I ain't gotta explain shit", or flying into a rage when someone draws one of the characters standing next to a male.

>>34115928
[2/2]

You all feel a little smaller. To a civilian, all hives may look the same, but every hive is the equivalent to a nation-state. Neuroi aren’t mindless drones, the larger ones can really think for themselves, and hives function as their higher intelligence and their homes.

“It’ll arrive within a month,” says General Blackstone. “Until then, Army Group South’s duty is to stop it before it reaches it.”

One Lieutenant asks, “What about the 507th and the 501st?”

General Blackstone says, “507th is working with Monty up north with a big plan to punch into Karlsland. 501st is unavailable. For now, the 509th is our only available option against this hive. We’ll need to formulate plans of attack. Commander Bucholz, how are your Strikers?”

She says, “Functional, sir.”

“Good,” he says. “453rd Bomb Group’s B-24s are out of commission, so they’ll be grounded. You are the first line of defense but for now, we need to wait and see. I want you on full alert. You understand?” She nods. “Good. Dismissed.”

The 509th leaves. You still rub at your head. Your stomach growls. It’s way past breakfast time. Damn it.

Commander Bucholz looks at you. “Sergeant. I have an important mission for you.” You snap to attention. This is your moment! “I need you to run into Monaco, go alert the garrison there. Most of our communications have been shot and they need to be on alert.”

Lieutenant McCawlay slides. “Wait, she gets to go to Monaco? Can we go?”

Commander Bucholz sighs. “Lieutenant, this is not a shopping trip. It-“ The 509th all give her puppy dog eyes. Graf stands there, a bit awkwardly. Commander Bucholz grits her teeth. “… fine. You all can go. But I expect you back before dinner. Understood?” You all nod.

> “You should come with us, Commander!”
> “You can count on us!”
> “How do we get to Monaco?”
> Write in

>>34115964
>> “You should come with us, Commander!”

Please pay attention to Rookie

>>34115964
>“You should come with us, Commander!”
A double win of Bucholz time for Rookie, and someone capable of controlling the yanks being there when they try to ruin everything.

>>34115964
>> “You can count on us!”
I'm not entirely comfortable having all the Witches leave the base after an attack

>>34115964
> “You can count on us!”
> “How do we get to Monaco?”

Bucholz has work to do.

>>34115964
> “You should come with us, Commander!”
It's a chance to work with sempai! Maybe she'll notice us for once!

>>34115964
> “You should come with us, Commander! You deserve a bit of R&R, unlike those two clowns!”

>>34115964
> “You can count on us!”

>>34115964
>> “You can count on us!”
>> “How do we get to Monaco?”

>>34115964
>> Write in
"Sending the entire squadron will put the base in unnecessary jeopardy."

>>34115964
>> “You should come with us, Commander!”

>>34115964
> “You should come with us, Commander!”

> “You should come with us, Commander!”

You smile at her. “You should come with us, Commander! I mean…” you shrug as the other witches look at you rather knowingly. Go away. “Just… come with us?”

Commander Bucholz shakes her head. “Too many cooks spoil the broth I am afraid. I must stay here and keep watch over the base in case the Neuroi break attack pattern again. Especially with a hive closing in.” She smiles at you. “But enjoy yourself, Sergeant. Yes?”

You sigh. Maybe another time.

…

…

You all walk out into the airfield. The Karlslander mechanics are already busy fixing what B-24s they can, and scrapping the ones beyond repair. Tugs and tractors pass by as you walk. Graf says, “So it would seem that I got here while you were in a bit of a mess. And now we are going to Monaco?”

Lieutenant Rachel McCawlay nods. “That’s right, Graf! Just a day of joys and wonders for us!”

You say, “Do not forget, Lieutenant. Our job is to alert the local garrison.”

“Yeah, that too,” she says. “We need transport though. We can just borrow the Jeep Jockey’s jeep of course.”

Graf smiles. “Do you know how to drive?”

…

“Um.” Rachel looks at you. “You know how to drive?” No. You don’t.

> Of course I do!
> Can’t we just get Jeep Jockey to drive?
> Nope.
> Write in

>>34116372
>Of course I do!
YA GOTTA NEED FOR SPEED

>>34116372
>> Can’t we just get Jeep Jockey to drive?

>>34116372
> Nope.
I know where this is going...

>>34116372
> Of course I do!

>>34116372
>> Can’t we just get Jeep Jockey to drive?

>>34116372
>> Of course I do!
>Write-In: A noblewoman's unfounded confident laugh

>>34116372
> Nope.

>>34116372
> Can’t we just get Jeep Jockey to drive?
Jeep Jockey Jameson is now his name in my mind. And first thing first should be talking to the garrison: it's the duty Bucholz put in Rookie's hands, after all!

>>34116372
>> Can’t we just get Jeep Jockey to drive?
Road trip JJ, ROAD TRIP.

>>34116372
>> Of course I do!

>>34116372
> Nope.
Rookie ain't no liar.

>>34116372
> Nope.
> Can’t we just get Jeep Jockey to drive?

>>34116372
>> Of course I do!
Rookie's the best at driving I bet

>>34116564
> No. You don’t.
Are you guys trying to get Rookie embarrassed? Are you guys seriously wanting to torment Rookie?

That's fine.

>Why not fly there?

>>34115928
>>>=[NEUROI HIVE K-2 “Leviathan”]=<<
>>>=[A hive with a scavenging nature. It absorbs anything under its clouds and repurposes it as a weapon of war against humanity. Other hives avoid it. ]=<<
Mimic-hive! Neuroi-gal! Ohboyohboyohboy!

>>34116626

Snitches get into career ending car accidents and have survivor's guilt for the rest of their lives

...is how the phrase goes I think

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>>34116691
Uh. No.

>>34116642
Best girl arriveth?! oh boy!

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> Of course I do!

“Ohoho~, a proper refined lady like myself of course knows how to drive, Lieutenant. Don’t you remember Bertha Benz? I take after her example of course,” you say. You can just feel the bullshit grinding through your teeth right now.

Graf smiles. “Really? Amazing!” Ah… okay, you can’t actually be mad at Graf for that one. She’s actually praising you. “I never really found a need to drive. I mean, I could do gliders, planes, strikers easy, but cars?” She shakes her head, giving a “nope” gesture with her hand. “Nope.”

Carla nods. “Indeed, why drive when we have Jeep Jockey to do it?”

You arrive at the Striker Hangar, where the Jeep Jockey is busy reading through one of his pornographic magazines. Ugh, so uncivilized. You take it from him. “Hey!” He pushes back his messy red hair and glares at you. “What the hell?!”

You say, “Jeep Jockey, you’ve been relieved for the day. We’re borrowing your Jeep.”

He stands out of the Driver’s seat and looks at you curiously. “You’re going to drive my Jeep?” He tilts his head, silent for a few seconds, then smirks. “Go right ahead!” You sit in the driver’s seat.

Wow, the steering wheel is quite big. You look down… why are there three sticks? The other witches pile in, with Graf sitting next to you in the Passenger seat. Oh boy. They also attach the trailer as well. Um. Is that big pedal the brake? There are three pedals.

“It’s already warmed up,” he says. “Go ahead.”

… it’s probably too late to mention that you do somewhat know how to drive. But… it was an automatic. This is a stick shift.

> Jeep Jockey, you drive!
> To hell with everything, put it in first and STAY THERE
> “Guys, I can’t drive.”
> Write in

>>34116745
> Jeep Jockey, you drive!
Seriously, guys.

>>34116745
>> Jeep Jockey, you drive!

>>34116745
>> To hell with everything, put it in first and STAY THERE

L-lewd...

>>34116745
> To hell with everything, put it in first and STAY THERE
It's just steering, no problemo.

>>34116642
[spiler]>Neuroi-Girl[/spoiler]
That's what I'm hoping for.
I'm more hoping that we can get one to turn rogue and join our flight, as unlikely as that may be.

>>34116745
>> To hell with everything, put it in first and STAY THERE
NEVER GIVE UP
NEVER SURRENDER

>>34116802
Oh my god guys, seriously? She can still save face by saying she only knows automatic transmissions.

>>34116745
> To hell with everything, put it in first and STAY THERE
WE ARE IN TOO DEEP

>>34116745
>> Jeep Jockey, you drive!
>… it’s probably too late to mention that you do somewhat know how to drive. But… it was an automatic. This is a stick shift.
That changes everything

>>34116745
>> To hell with everything, put it in first and STAY THERE

What's the worst that can happen?

>>34116745
> Write in
Admit we've only driven automatics, then
>Jeep Jockey, you drive!

>>34116745
> To hell with everything, put it in first and STAY THERE

>>34116745
>> Write in
"Oh dear, it's a stick. I only know automatics like those Liberions."

>>34116745
> Jeep Jockey, you drive!

>>34116939
Mind you, the jeep IS a Liberion make. The Willys MB and the Ford GPW are both manual transmission jeeps.

> To hell with everything, put it in first and STAY THERE

You smile nervously at the Jeep Jockey. “Ehehe, okay. Thanks.”

He smiles. “Don’t forget to turn off the front axle drive.” The what- Oh right, Jeeps are four-wheel drive right? You carefully bend over and take the center stick and turn it upwards. Ah, it’s not like anyone will notice if it’s in four-wheel drive or not.

You take the gear shift, look down at the instruction panel on the dash. It appears 1st is left then down. Okay, you carefully take the gear shift and turn it left towards you, then downward, and the Jeep starts moving forward.

“See ya!” he says as he waves goodbye. He’s not fading into the distance fast enough damn it! You look at the speedometer. 10 miles an hour.

That’s an acceptable speed.

…

…

On the road, you keep to the right. “We’re going pretty slow, Rook,” says Daisy.

“Yes!” says Carla. “Is it stuck in first or something?”

> Yes
> No
> Quiet, I know how to drive cars!
> Write in

>>34117175
> Yes.
You guys are... ugh. I want to smack the whole lot of you.

>>34117175
> Quiet, I know how to drive cars!

>"...It's not an automatic."

>>34116803
>turn rogue

Nah, the whole appeal of Neuroi Girl was that it was one of the few occasions I can recall of a "indefatigable Alien Invader" producing a maybe-they-just-want-to-be-friends infiltrator and it actually WORKING (nearly). So often it just ends up with the infiltrator being turned through the power of friendship, sacrificing itself, etc. It was refreshing for it to just be an out-and-out effective tactic.

>>34117175
>> Quiet, I know how to drive cars!

>>34117175
> Quiet, I know how to drive cars!
How presumptuous

>>34117215
I'm just sayin. I'll take any excuse to get one on our side so I can vote for best girl.

>>34117175
>Quiet, I know how to drive cars!

>>34117203
I know man, I'm with you but it seems like making Rookie fail and look like a tit is the order of they day for too many players right now.

>>34117175
>> Quiet, I know how to drive cars!

>>34117175
> Quiet, I know how to drive cars!
Well, we are gaining xp while doing this, right?

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>last week we made perfect choices bringing a stricken Liberator home with her crew
>this week anons are hell-bent on pulling a George S. Patton

>>34117175
>> No

>>34116745
>it was an automatic. This is a stick shift.
Was stick shift even a thing in the 40's?

>>34117368
I get that Rookie's having a bad day, yeah, but when players are doing it intentionally... Jeez.

> Quiet, I know how to drive cars!

You say, “Quiet! I know how to drive cars!”

Your little Jeep trundles along all the way to Monaco.

…

…

It’s a while before you even manage to get there. You actually discovered 2nd gear on the way which is nice, got you there faster and cut at least two hours off your trip. But now, you’re in Monaco, a splendid city of Gallia. You all marvel at the sights and sounds of it all. The reconstruction of the city after its liberation is coming along quite nicely.

Graf is in awe. “Wow! Your airbase is near this city!?”

“Yep!” says Rachel most boastfully. “Monaco! Coast city of Gallia, home to Monte Carlo, and all other assortments! Park it over there, Rook.” You turn the car over to the curb and stop. “Alright, what’s say we split up?”

Graf says, “I’ll go alert the Garrison.”

Carla says, “Me and Karen will go shopping for ingredients.”

Daphne smiles. “Vera and I shall go looking for nice clothes!”

Rachel says, “And me and Daisy will go get lunch for everyone.”

> Go with Graf to alert the Garrison
> Go with Carla and Karen
> Go with Daphne and Vera
> Go with Rachel and Daisy
> Write in

>>34117543
>Figure out how to work manual transmission

>>34117543
>> Go with Daphne and Vera

See? Everything worked out perfectly. Rookie's the best driver in the world.

>>34117543
>go off on your own
>find local garage/mechanics
>collar mechanic
>lift odd ground with witch strength
>serious face
"Teach. Me. How. To. Drive."

>>34117543
>Go with Graf to alert the Garrison
5 bucks says there's gonna be a follow up attack.

>>34117543
>Go with Graf to alert the Garrison
It is our mission!

>>34117543
>> Go with Graf to alert the Garrison
Let's try to be useful today.

>>34117543
> Go with Graf to alert the Garrison
We can totally alert better than her!

>>34117543
>> Go with Graf to alert the Garrison
it's our mission god damn it, Commander told us to do it, but tell Daphne to pick us up some cute trousers

>>34117543
>> Go with Graf to alert the Garrison

Sure, it's our mission, but mostly we want to keep an eye on her.

>>34117543
> Go with Graf to alert the Garrison
That's OUR mission! Graf should sod off already!

> Go with Graf to alert the Garrison

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J9ZVnmxs30A

“I must say.” Graf and you walk onto the local Garrison headquarters. The sidewalks are full of life as people pass on by. “It’s an interesting outfit you have here.”

You shrug. “Well, we’re a bit of misfit bunch. I admit. Commander Bucholz is very competent and the Lieutenants… well, they’re good at what they do at least. They’re Lieutenants for a reason.” As much as you hate to say this, you say it anyway. “Graf, you might fit in well here.”

“You think so?” asks Graf. You nod. “Sehr gut! I was worried I might be ostracized for my status as a flying ace. With Ritterkreuz as well! It’s…” She frowns a bit. “I’m glad you are here, honey! You make me feel at home.”

You sigh. At least your hangover is gone.

You arrive at the HQ. The base commander is already out and about with a few of his soldiers. You walk up and salute him. “Sir, Flying Sergeant-“

“I know who you are,” he says quickly. Damn it. “Are you from General Blackstone? His comms have been quiet.”

You nod. “Yes. We’ve been told to put the garrisons on alert, a hive is coming this way and attacks are most likely imminent.”

“Alright,” he says. “Thank you, we will relay that information to other garrisons in the area.”

Graf smiles at you as the base commanders walks off to warn the others. “Alright, where next, honey?”

> Carla and Karen
> Daphne and Vera
> Rachel and Daisy
> Walk around with Graf
> Write in

>>34117928
> Carla and Karen
We never talk to them dammit.

>>34117928
>> Carla and Karen
We haven't talked to them much

>>34117928
> Walk around with Graf
Or
> Carla and Karen

>>34117928
>> Walk around with Graf

>>34117928
>Walk around with Graf
We need to establish if she is actually as obnoxious as she seems.
But also
> Carla and Karen
because screen time.

>>34117928
> Carla and Karen

>>34118064
> Sehr gut! I was worried I might be ostracized for my status as a flying ace. With Ritterkreuz as well! It’s…”
She is that obnoxious.

>>34118377
Maybe she's just a really talented magical flying autist?

> Walk around with Graf
> Carla and Karen

You decide to head to the shop where Carla and Karen would be shopping. But you amble about first. Why? You’re not sure. Maybe a bit of you is happy to see Graf again.

You see, the reason why you hate Graf so much is because she’s SO DAMN SUCCESSFUL. You honestly can’t explain it, but everything she does is so worthy of respect, that you can’t help but feel small. You don’t want to say it’s envy, but it’s probably envy. You were hoping she would be some sort of glory-hound that liked to talk big but didn’t have any bite, but if anything it’s the opposite. She’s got bite, but she doesn’t talk big unless it’s funny.

You sigh.

“So, honey,” she says. “Tell me, does the 509th have a good job? Anything to protect, a hive to oppose besides K-2?”

You say, “We escort bombers. 453rd Bomb Group under Major James Stewart.”

She blinks. “Is… that the same James Stewart in those Liberion movies?” You nod. She squeals. “Ooooooohhh!” She bounces in place a bit. “Jimmy Stewart! He’s such a handsome sweetie! Could you get me his autograph? I couldn’t ask him myself, I’d feel terrible, he’s probably busy with so much work!”

> Sure
> Ask him yourself
> Is he really that famous?
> Write in

>>34118469
>Is he really that famous?
Everyone else just gets the vague feeling they've seen him before, Graf recognizes him by name.

>>34118469
> Is he really that famous?
Fuckin' Stewart...

>>34118469
> Ask him yourself, really. Stop bugging me.

> but she doesn’t talk big unless it’s funny.
So she thinks everything is funny because all she's been doing whenever she opens her mouth is talk about how successful and awarded she is.

>>34118469
>> Sure
I'm sure we can call in a favor after last mission.

>>34118585
Ugh, I'm being way too hard on Graf but she's been pretty irritating. She's probably pretty nice or something but I kind of want her to stop talking.

>>34118469
>> Is he really that famous?
We can introduce her, he's a cool dude after all

>>34118469
> Ask him yourself
> Is he really that famous?

>>34118469
>Is he really that famous?

>>34118627
Offer to introduce her to Stewart
Must divert from Bucholz![/spoiler[

> Is he really that famous?

You tilt your head. “Is he that famous?”

“Of course he is! Mr. Smith goes to Washington, It’s a Wonderful World, The Murder Man! All lovely films of his!” She scratches her chin. “It’ll be an honor to fly alongside him!”

You nod. “Really? I’m sure he might be thinking twice about your Ritterkreuz, Graf.”

“You think so?” she says pensively. She takes the cross off her neck and examines it. “Perhaps you’re right, I do think him a humble man I suppose. Nothing for it.” She places it in her breast pocket.

You say, “You should ask him yourself. He’ll appreciate that more.”

“Sound advice!” she says. “Though, admittedly, I am bit shy about that.”

“You don’t seem shy to me,” you say. Ahahaha, ah…

You arrive at the little shop, where the owner sells ingredients and food stuffs of all kinds. You walk in to see Carla and Karen, at the shelves already. Karen has her hands full with three huge paper bags full to burst with foods. Carla sniffs a bit of tabasco. “Hm.” She places it back then takes a bottle of saffron. She sniffs it some more. “Eh.” She places it in the bag, further burdening Karen.

You and Graf help her load by taking some of the bags. “Hey, Carla,” you say. “How are things?”

“Lovely!” she says. “We were just about to make our purchase. You alert the garrison?” You nod. “Excellent! Tell you what, I’ll cook you some dinner we get back on base. Welcome our new transfer and make you something nice for that gunnery you did with the B-24.”

Oh, that would be lovely, Carla’s cooking. It’d make this day so much better.

Then through the door comes Daphne and Vera, with little plastic bags. “Ah, darling!” she says. “I got you nice pair of trousers!”

> “Thanks, Daphne!”
> “You shouldn’t have.”
> “It better be respectable.”
> Write in

>>34118687
A cunning plan. Do you think Graf'll be impressed when someone mentions we rode his bomber?

>>34118870
>> “Thanks, Daphne!”

>>34118870
> “Thanks, Daphne!”
> Sidle up to her. "Erm, did you get the Commander anything? Maybe I should, you know..."

>>34118870
> “Thanks, Daphne!”
I bet they are going to be a too perfect fit
Daphne a cute molester

>>34118870
>“Thanks, Daphne!”
I can't stop shipping it!

>>34118955
I won't ever stop

>>34118870
> “Thanks, Daphne!”

>>34118916
We do need to get Commander something though

>>34118870
> “Thanks, Daphne!”
> “You shouldn’t have.”

>>34117490
Patton cannot be this incompetent!

>>34119147
Now we just need a Oreimo picture of Patton with Monty and Rommel looking over his shoulder.

>>34118955
I'm still holding out for a Neuroi-Girl before I start shipping.

>>34119002

We should just pick out something for her ourselves.

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> “Thanks, Daphne!”

You smile at her. “Oh, thanks, Daphne!” You cross your arms as Daphne starts pulling the trousers out. “Awww, they’re cute!” They’re little sky blue trousers. Nothing too fancy, but blue did happen to be one of your more favorite colors. “I love them!”

Daphne smiles. “I’m glad. Vera and I also got trousers for Graf and Commander Bucky.” She pulls out black trousers with the Karlsland insignia on them. “They were on sale too, so we figured, why not?”

Carla’s stomach growls. “Welp, enough with the pleasantries, let’s go see if our good Lieutenants have gotten us a good lunch!”

…

…

With your treasures stowed away on the trailer, you all settle around in or on the jeep to eat up some delicious pastries. Rachel says, “Old man gave them to us for free, in exchange for liberating Gallia. We didn’t even do anything!” She giggles a bit. “Haven’t felt this welcome since Ghangzhou.”

Daisy says, “Oh, we ate the shit out of their food in Ghangzhou.” Rachel leans over and licks a bit of crust off of Daisy’s lips. “Oh, Rach!” She blushes a bit, slapping a bemused Rachel away from her. “Get off! Get your own!”

Graf leans over to you. “So are they…?” You shrug. Hell if you know. “Okay then.” She shrugs too and goes back to eating her cake.

Carla says, “A good day for all of us I must say! Nobody got hurt, and we get to have a good day of relaxation!” Suddenly, you hear the screeching of a tire. You all look down the street to see the Jeep Jockey, riding on a motorcycle.

He stops up next to you all, frantic. “Guys. Bucky needs you back at the airbase. Now.”

> Drop everything and get the Jeep started
> “What for?”
> “What’s with the motorcycle?”
> Write in

>>34119290
> Drop everything and get the Jeep started

We'll put it all the way into 3rd gear!

>>34119290
>> Drop everything and get the Jeep started

>>34119290
>Write in
Jeep Jokey is better at going fast, if we're needed now, he should drive, ditch the bike or stick it on the back or whatever.

>>34119290
> Drop everything and get the Jeep started

>>34119290
>Drop everything and get the Jeep started
ERE WE GO

>>34119290
> “What for?”
> “What’s with the motorcycle?”

>>34119290
> "What for?"
God damnit Carla, you just had to say something.

>>34119178
I have an odd feeling it has been done already.

>>34119290
> Drop everything and get the Jeep started
Shit, I'm really glad Commander didn't come with us, Rookie might need to fuck the rules and just go fast

>>34116143
Called it.
>>34119290
>> Write in
We need JJ's driving skill to get us back quickly.

>>34119290
>> Drop everything and get the Jeep started

...as long as the Jockey is the one to actually drive.

> Drop everything and get the Jeep started

You quickly shovel cake into your cakehole and toss the plate away. “Alright, go, go, pack up!” you yell. Everyone tosses or stuffs food away then mounts up into the Jeep. “Um… Jeep Jockey!” He’s about to ride away to lead you back, but turns his head. “Could you uh… you drive faster than me!”

He rolls his eyes, then steps off the bike. Vera and Carla quickly help him toss the bike into the trailer, and then he takes the driver’s seat. He expertly works the gear shift, taking a full U-turn in the street and then blasting off down the street.

“WHOOOO!” Rachel laughs. “Why didn’t we have the Jeep Jockey drive!? This is amazing!”

FUCK EVERYTHING, YOU WANT TO GET THERE BUT YOU WANT TO GET THERE ALIVE AH THAT’S A POTHOLE.

…

…

The Jeep rolls right through the gate then comes screeching to a halt right outside the Striker Unit Hangar. You all step out and head over to Commander Bucholz. She’s having her mechanics put on her armor and the like already. “Girls.”

Rachel grabs her BAR. “What’s the skinny?”

Bucholz says, “We are to fly to Karlsland, and link up with the Karlslander resistance. One of their couriers came through with an important message. A very, very, important message.”

“What?” asks Daisy. You all stand around her, curious.

Bucholz says, “I can’t say. I’m not at liberty to. I’ll fill you in as we fly, alright?” You all nod. “Good, everyone pick a wingman. We’re going to have an odd number today so uh… yeah. Pick a wingman.” Lieutenant Rachel and Daisy are already obvious picks, as are Carla and Karen. That leaves a few candidates.

> Hermine Graf
> Daphne Fairbanks
> Vera Bjelik
> Maxine Bucholz
> Write in

>>34119707
> Daphne Fairbanks

>>34119707
> Vera Bjelik

I think she'd be left alone otherwise and that'd be sad.

>>34119707
> Maxine Bucholz

>>34119707
>> Daphne Fairbanks
Daphne time

>>34119707
> Vera Bjelik
Vera a best.

>>34119707
>Daphne Fairbanks

>>34119707
> Hermine Graf
we already winged with the Commander last time.

>>34119707
>> Maxine Bucholz

>>34119707
> Hermine Graf
Be nice to the new girl.

>>34119707
>> Maxine Bucholz

>>34119707
> Hermine Graf
I like her, and she IS great.

>>34119707
>> Daphne Fairbanks

>>34119707
>> Maxine Bucholz

>>34119951
She's an ace with an Iron Cross. Surely she doesn't need Rookie's help at all.

>>34119707
> Daphne Fairbanks

>>34119707
>> Maxine Bucholz

>>34120058
Its not the combat help she needs, it's that she doesn't have any friends and will be picked last, and thus feel excluded.

>>34119707
Foobs

>>34120149
But Rookie DOESN'T like her.

>>34120184
She is still an old classmate. You can't throw them under the rock like that.

>>34120193
Why not? Rookie was quick to throw two of her superior officers under the bus.

It's what Rookie does

> Daphne Fairbanks

You pat Daphne on the shoulder. “Daphne?” She smiles at you. Good, you’ve got a wingman now. She helps you put on your SCR-300 Walkie-Talkie, load your M2 Browning Machine gun, get your smoke grenades together, your maps, your flare gun, and your sidearm on as well. Meanwhile however, Hermine Graf waits around awkwardly, looking around.

Vera walks up to you. “You, you will be my wing man.”

Hermine looks down at her. “Oh. Okay!” She smiles. “What’s your Striker Unit?”

Vera grins, gesturing proudly to the rusted and beat up Mother and Country. “The Polikarpov Po-2! The finest in Orussian engineering- You were smiling, you just stopped.”

Hermine quickly smiles again. “Oh, yeah. Just- Okay! Tell you what, though, I’ve seen Po-2s before. I can give you a ride on my back if you’d like.”

Vera’s eyes light up. “Would you!? Nobody else ever offers to do that!”

Oh boy.

Once you’re all in your Strikers, Commander Bucholz leads you out of the hangar. “Alright, I want pairs watching over. Our cruising altitude will be 3,000 feet. Keep alert! Follow me!”

“Yes, ma’am!”

“509th Joint Fighter Wing! Move out!”

[1/2]

>>34120193
More than likely Vera will be either the odd witch out or the pity pick: she's so slow that she won't make it in time for whatever's going down. She's also just come off of a night flight.

>>34120294
[2/2]

…

…

You fly high in the skies. You actually feel something missing from all this. Could be the bombers you usually escort over this territory. At least they’re not being ripped to shreds by AA or Butchers.

Rachel says, “You know! It’s lovely they decided to give us drop tanks now!”

“Only for this mission,” says Commander Bucholz. “And even then, the OSS had to pull some strings with Bomber Command to get them.”

“OSS?” says Daisy. “What’s a bunch of Government spooks want with Karlsland?”

“None of your business, you are soldiers,” says Commander Bucholz. “You can question it later. For now, we have a job to do.”

“What is our job anyway?” you ask.

“The Karlslander Resistance has requested our help with the scorching of territory near Stuttgart. There is equipment there that cannot be moved to other cells and they need help rendering it useless to the Neuroi.”

Carla laughs. “I knew I brought all these explosives for something!”

“Indeed. Equipment listed includes several Panther tanks, Konigstigers, and uh… um.” Commander Bucholz hesitates. “A Siege Mortar.”

“A what Mortar?” asks Rachel.

“Well, you’ll see,” says Commander Bucholz. “Sergeant, any Neuroi on the deck?”

You say, “No, ma’am!” You keep your ears low to the ground.

> Maintain Radio Silence
> Talk to Someone (Specify)
> Fly with another member of the Wing (Specify)
> Write in

>>34120319
> Talk to Someone (Commander Bucholz: Would you like to go to Monaco afterwards, since you didn't get to go today?)

>>34120294
> “Would you!? Nobody else ever offers to do that!”
... But, no one offers because she gets offended.

>>34120319
>> Fly with another member of the Wing (Specify)
> Maxine Bucholz
"I don't suppose the resistance sent word of your brother?"

>>34120383
Oh, that's better. Change >>34120368 to that.

>>34120307
>>34120294
Graf is a good girl. I take back all my insults.

>>34120294
>Hermine quickly smiles again. “Oh, yeah. Just- Okay! Tell you what, though, I’ve seen Po-2s before. I can give you a ride on my back if you’d like.”
>Vera’s eyes light up. “Would you!? Nobody else ever offers to do that!”

Good girls. Too cute.

>>34120455
Have we set up the fastest witch with the slowest witch?

>>34120383
This

>>34120319
>> Maintain Radio Silence
Keep an ear out, Rookie is the early warning system after all.

>>34120319
>> Maintain Radio Silence

>>34120383
>"I don't suppose the resistance sent word of your brother?"
Is now the proper time for that?

>>34120319
> Maintain Radio Silence
Might as well just wait and see what's up

>>34120319
>Maintain Radio Silence
Don't let them get the drop on us again.

>>34120468
Stop giving me all these ships damnit!

>>34120319
> Maintain Radio Silence

> Maintain Radio Silence

Graf flies past you both, carrying Vera on her back. Vera angrily chews on Graf’s shoulder. “Listen, if you didn’t want me to give you a piggyback, you could have just said-“

“I thought you meant give me a piggyback ride WITHOUT the Strikers!” says Vera. “I like piggyback rides… I didn’t think you meant towing me!”

“Well, too late now, this is your reality now, sweetie pie!” Graf giggles while Vera simply squeals angrily into Graf’s shoulder.

You roll your eyes. Those two seem to be having fun at least.

…

…

You all drop down in the motorpool, where various men in uniform, from Volksgrenadiers, to Panzergrenadiers, to Fallschirmjaeger, and other men of the Wehrmacht run around. A Panzergrenadier runs up to you. “Ma’am, we are glad you arrived! We are already setting up explosives on the tanks and-“

“WHOA!” Rachel and Daisy fly up to the largest thing in the motorpool. “The hell is that!?”

“It’s a Karl-Gerat,” says the Panzergrenadier. “Too heavy for us to move and too unwieldy for us to use. So it has to be destroyed. Neuroi can make better use of it than we can.”

Bucholz nods. “Right. We’ll secure the area and keep watch. Carla, Karen, help the men with the explosives.” The two nod then fly off.

Still, the occasional man in Fallschirmjaeger equipment. Curious.

> Go secure the Perimeter
> Ask around, maybe one of them knows the Commander’s brother
> See if you can help with explosives
> Write in

>>34120717
>> Ask around, maybe one of them knows the Commander’s brother

>>34120717
>> Ask around, maybe one of them knows the Commander’s brother
But first let's talk to the Commander about this

>>34120717
> Ask around, maybe one of them knows the Commander’s brother

>>34120717
>> Ask around, maybe one of them knows the Commander’s brother

>>34120717
> Ask around, maybe one of them knows the Commander’s brother

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> Ask around, maybe one of them knows the Commander’s brother

Well, as much as you want to obey the Commander’s orders, you have to ask around. Just for curiosity’s sake. You drop down next to a pair of Volksgrenadiers. “Um, excuse me, do any of you know a Johannes Bucholz? He was part of the Fallschirmjaeger infantry.”

They shake their heads. Darn. You fly over to a Fallschirmjaeger soldier rigging charges on the Karl-Gerat, much to the dismay of Rachel and Daisy. “Excuse me, do you know a Johannes Bucholz?”

He turns his head to you. “Bucholz? What unit?” You shrug. You actually haven’t a clue which unit. “Well, maybe ask Feldwebel Schultz down there.” He points down to a Fallschirmjaeger Feldwebel, with a bleeding ear. “You’ll have to speak loudly, a grenade went off near his ear.” You nod and fly over to him.

“Excuse me.” The Feldwebel is clueless to your presence as he rigs a bomb, but one of his subordinates isn’t. “I’m looking for Johannes Bucholz?”

The subordinate nods then pats Feldwebel Schultz on the shoulder. The soldier says, “You’re going to have speak loudly, a grenade went off near his ear.”

“YOU’RE GOING TO HAVE TO SPEAK LOUDLY,” screams Schultz. “A GRENADE WENT OFF NEAR MY EAR!”

Yeah, you’re aware. You nod. “Bucholz. JOHANNES BUCHOLZ,” you say clearly. Schultz squints his eyes, yawning a bit.

“Uh… Buch… Buch… YES! BUCHOLZ, I- I THINK, WE WERE PART OF THE SAME DETACHMENT, TRYING TO FORCE K-2 TOWARDS THE OSTMARK. WE GOT SEPARATED, NO IDEA WHERE HE IS NOW! HE MIGHT HAVE LINKED UP WITH GENERAL HEINRICI’S MEN NEAR MUNICH!”

Munich. So that’s where he could be.

Commander Bucholz flies up next to you. “Sergeant, what are you doing?” She does not look happy. You smile nervously.

> “Nothing.”
> “Trying to find your brother.”
> Silently slink away
> Write in

>>34120717
>So it has to be destroyed.
NOOOOOOOOOO!

> Ask around, maybe one of them knows the Commander’s brother

>>34121077
> “Trying to find your brother, ma'am. This man is part of his unit.”

>>34121077
>> Silently slink away

>>34121077
>> “Trying to find your brother.”
>> Silently slink away

>>34121077
> “Trying to find your brother.”

>>34121077
> “Nothing.”

>>34121077
> Silently slink away

>>34121077
>> “Trying to find your brother.”

>>34121077
>> “Trying to find your brother.”

> “Trying to find your brother.”
> Silently slink away

You place your hands behind your back and look down. “I was just trying to find your brother, Commander…” She places her hands on her hips, not looking happy about that. You silently hover up and away to your point on the perimeter.

Well, she has a point. But you’re that much closer to finding Johannes Bucholz you think. You don’t want it to end like the Sullivans or the Von Bluchers.

Your ears twitch. Uh oh. “Ma’am!” you yell over the radio. “Neuroi incoming! From the northeast!”

“Action stations!” Commander Bucholz flies up and takes a commanding view of the area. “Carla, how are the explosives?”

Carla says, “We are not ready yet! Just give us a few minutes to get them all in place!”

You look to the northeast. It’s a pair of Joseph Large-types dropping down out of the clouds to engage. Wow, they must REALLY want this equipment.

> Help set the explosives
> Defend the place
> Write in

>>34121407
>> Defend the place

>>34121407
>> Defend the place

>>34121407
> Defend the place
The M2 is... fuck, just pretend I'm jizzing all over it, it's a great weapon.

>>34121407
>> Defend the place
Rookie knows how to shoot a gun not set up bombs

>>34121407
>Defend the place
We no bomb good, we gun good.

>>34121407
> Defend the place
Worst case: We strafe the equipment ourselves. Regardless of nearby friendlies.

>>34121407
>> Defend the place
WE MUST PROTECT GLORIOUS KARL!

>>34121407
> Defend the place

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> Defend the place

You, Daphne, Graf, and Vera, Rachel, and Daisy fly up and start barraging the Josephs with an M2 Browning, Four Besa MKIII machine guns, an M1918 BAR, an M1928 Thompson SMG, two Bazookas, an MG 81Z, and all the ammunition they can put down blast the Josephs to bits. They get ventilated like Helvetian cheese, but they regenerate just as quickly as you can fire at them.

“We need to take down the cores!” yells Rachel. “Daisy, Graf, on me! Rook, Foobs, Vera, you guys stay back and give us cover!” The three blast off towards the Josephs and start poking and prodding with the guns, trying to find a weakspot. Rachel and Daisy however finally blast one of the Josephs apart into white mist.

Your ears twitch again. “More! Direct east!” Another pair of Josephs. They REALLY want this equipment. Goodness!

“We’re just about ready!” yells Carla. The Josephs from the East close in. “Everyone, get back, now!” The Karlslanders start evacuating, running from the motorpool under your machine gun fire. “Get back, we’re going to blow it!”

The Josephs you engage get within spitting distance and start blasting you with lasers. Your shields break them. They hold, but not for long.

One of the lasers zaps an infantryman. He falls over, gripping his leg in pain. You look over, Vera has already left with the others, leaving you with Daphne. Graf, Rachel, and Daisy are already busy with the last Joseph.

“Fall back!” yells Commander Bucholz. “Fall back!”

> Go back for the wounded soldier
> Retreat
> Write in

>>34121738
>> Go back for the wounded soldier

Hero Time

>>34121738
No man left behind.

Except Rookie.