>>17579028
>Liason
>At a base who's commander hates us

Oh shit

>mfw this thread

>>17579039
Wait, Liason?

on a very slightly related tangent, what is the volume of a B-52 bomb bay? and the volume of a sidewinder missile?

"You are out of your tiny mind," Minna hisses, "-if you think I'm letting any of the 442nd onto my base - MY base - after the shit one of your meatheaded testosterone-swilling chumps pulled on me last night!"

"Bouncing your transport?"

"AND risking their own aircraft with risky maneuvers to evade identification and punishment?"

"How risky?" His voice is carefully neutral, and you gulp.

"He dove for the deck and left in the weeds. Or so says Sanya, because her magic couldn't make him out against the ground clutter."

"Five hundred feet, underneath overcast," Luke says thoughtfully, and you try to melt Minna's fucking brain with a mental hate-ray. God damn dames and their big goddamn mouths. "And how many incidents does this make, Commander?"

"Eight!" she says, and you hear her slam her fist into the desk all the way across the hangar. "In almost as many months."

"Bingo," Luke says. "What you don't get, Wing Commander, is that there's a lot of fucking resentment among the conventional forces for you Witches. You've got magical shields and shit, and all these men have are finicky machinery and a little luck. How many Witches have been killed in action in the last eight months, Commander?"

Minna is silent.

"I've lost nine crews in my own command in the last six months. And the daylight fighter squadrons - " Luke sighs. "And this is on top of what both sides lost in the Battle and the Blitz."

Liaison for an island full of pants-less monsters.

This is going to end in blood and pain, and many tears.

Good.

>about making them the first liaison crew."

Chance of this ending with our balls intact and useable? I'm guessing about 10%

>>17579087

>>17579087
So, casualties are not quite as bad as WWI pilots but getting close?

>>17579087

"The war has been tough on everyone, I know-"

"I really don't think you do, sweetheart," Luke growls, stressing the disrespectful appellation. "The Joint Wing is a good idea, and I supported it, but the friction its causing can't be ignored anymore, and you've ignored every single fucking request of your allied Wing Commanders to address it, set up an exchange program, yadda yadda. And it isn't just political, god dammit. How many 'night' Witches do you have?"

"What? Three, at least."

"They can all find things in the dark with magic?"

"They don't have to-"

"Just one, then? That Sanya?"

"So? She points, the rest shoot. We know what we're doing."

"So you've got exactly one pilot inherently capable of night-fighting. What happens when the Martians figure that out and try to kill her sorry ass?"

You hear Minna's handset creak and groan.

"Already have, huh? Gee, sounds like you need some supplementary night fighter assets."

"You don't dictate what happens with my girls, on my base,," Minna says coldly. "And if you try, I swear to god, I'll take it out of your ass."

"Try?" Luke says. "I already have." The receiver slams down, and the call ends.

>>17579180
...So, anyone else's respect for our commander improved yet?

At this point, I think we should make an entrance. make it look like we were checking up on our bird

Major Luke sold us down the river to prove a point. To everyone it seem.

This is gonna be good.

>>17579180
awwwwwww shet
Someone just got mothafuckin' TOLD yo.

+1 respect for Luke.
+1 respect for whoever that one night-fighter Sanya is, because going out, at night, and being a main target takes balls.
-1 pants score. Can we dry them, somehow?

At this point we should head to the closest door, and act like we just entered the building. look suitably horrified at our plane's condition, and ignore her a little bit

>>17579215
This.

>>17579180

Several seconds later, there's a tremendous crash on the other side of the room as a table is upended. You have to wait several more minutes, shivering a bit in your soaked pants, kneeling on the cold, hard hangar floor, before you see Minna walk out of the hangar.

Well, that was interesting. Now what?

>Check your plane?
>Loot the area?
>Get back to the Estrogen Enclave?
>Don't they have ground techs here? Male ground techs?

>>17579216
And by sold us down the river, I mean, just used us to make a hell of a point, and this man is a genius.

Even if it does land us in the hotwater.

>>17579217
Yo, who needs pants.
Togas are the shit

>>17579231
Check plane

Loot

Estrogen Enclave

That order of priotirty

>>17579217
She's used to it. Also she has a rocket launcher.

>>17579231
Booze'nBros time? finally?

>>17579231
>Check Plane
>Talk to Ground Tech's about plane.

>>17579249

Lets hold off on looting ANYTHING until we know we can get away Scott free. We're crazy, but we're not stupid.

>>17579288
but what if someone left money on the ground? we cant just let that go to waste!

>>17579231
Check our plane.
Find out where there's a stove or a furnace, and dry our fucking pants so we can put them on.

Night witches with actual witches?
Smells pretty Jason Morningstar in here.
Not that I'm complaining, mind.
History is awesome.

Get lootin

>>17579231

Check out that plane son.

Been waiting since six, worth it.

>>17579231

Check the plane. We came here with 3 comrades and have only checked on two.

Check that plane and pray to the omnissiah its still flyable

>>17579303

Night fighter witches is what he meant.

Where the fuck is our flight jacket?

>>17579231
1.) Check plane
2.) Phat lewts
3.) Estrogen

>>17579358

Drying.

So, looks like Minna's in our immediate chain of command. Diplomacy should now be done. Plus, our old CO just hung us out to dry, reassigning us to a den full of estrogen-driven, pantsless monsters.

I say talk to the techs about our plane, then go make nice with the witches so that maybe one will tell us where the booze is.

likely still drying.

>>17579231
Inspect plane. Ponder how long it will take Shirley and the drones to repair it, and where the hell they'll get the parts from if Luke isn't sending anything.

check on plane, become Mac Gyver upon paperclip acquisition and repair that sucker

God dammit, Luke. Don't leave us here on pantsu island.

You slowly walk out to get a close-up look at your fighter. The damage you saw earlier surprised you, but when you get up close, probe each ragged bullet hole with a finger, smell the acrid stench of burned and warped plexiglass, the battle comes rushing back to you in horrible, crystal-clear clarity. The fierce battle between wills and nerves to play chicken with heavy autocannons, the instant where you were sure your friend had just died not ten feet behind you, *because* of you, and most of all, that cold, empty moment of resolve when you were sure you were going to die.

The shakes hit you, right then, and you sit down on the cold floor, leaning against the right-hand landing gear. Your instinctive solution is to get the hell out of there, move it towards buddies and cold beer, but in the hangar, at least, nobody can see you shaking like a leaf.

You lose track of time. When you get up, the last rays of the sun are vanishing behind the horizon of the Channel, and your legs are stiff and cold. Shivering a little, you trek to the back of the fighter, where the bladed cone of Sean's position gapes open, cracked by shrapnel from a Martian spiral-rocket. You locate a step-ladder and go rummaging about under Sean's swivel-mounted seat.

"Scooooooore," you crow softly, removing an impressively large flask. Oh, booze. What can't you fix?

>>17579430
our damn plane, for one

>>17579430
The Plane

>>17579430

Let's measure out that booze, we know we're stuck here, so we need to keep our wits only mildly dulled.

>>17579430
acquire marker, mark how many finger-widths of booze we have left.

And offer the Plane some, poor old girl probably needs it

http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Night_Witches

History all up in this bitch!

>>17579430
Druken witch hijinks must now occur.

You know the one.

>>17579430

Next you make a point of hunting down the engineers that service the Witches Striker units. There's at least a few who know their way around a Double Wasp radial pretty well, and they confirm what you already know - the Widow's airframe is still sound, but the port engine is proper fucked. A replacement will have to be flown in before the plane will fly again, and even then it'll be ferried straight to a base for repair.

No big surprise. You think, briefly, of what your OWN crew chief will say when he gets a look at the 'Widow, and for the first time since you landed, you're glad you're not back at your own airstrip.

Very, very glad.

Entering Castle Barin proper once again, you track down your crewmates, who are in the lounge, putting it to its intended use. You quickly inform Sean and Ian of the conversation you overheard.

>Their faces when

Let's see what happens when we introduce booze to minors

>>17579430
>Oh, booze. What can't you fix?
Our plane, for starters. Unless there's a ground crew chief that works better when drunk.

Measure out how much we drink, we're going to owe Sean whatever amount we take.
Then put our pants on. They'll dry out as we wear them.

>>17579497

Sean and Ian are all for getting proper wasted and sleeping until noon tomorrow - they won't admit it, but they probably had their own encounter with the 'shakes as well. Unsurprisingly, though, Sean doesn't want to do it without female company, and Ian wants to be alone completely.

>?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SdSj0_Fd4ds

Themesong

>>17579525

I say we start making arrangements to stay here awhile. Better to fall asleep drunk in a bed than on the floor of the lounge.

>>17579525
Unless there's more booze to be had, we're going to have to share Sean's stash.
And as it is, until the base commander stops actively hating our guts, Sean's going to have to keep it in his pants. That's stuff for off-base, and all the ferries have stopped running for tonight.

>>17579525
to be honest, we're probably really tired too. I suppose we could make a few half-assed passes at the older girls, but honestly, it doesn't matter. The tail will be there to chase tomorrow.

>>17579543

I've been listening to that all day, and I' still can't stop laughing.

>>17579525
Low key party? It gives us a chance to make nice with the locals which we need because their Chief is pissed at us and our CO, both of which makes us targets and it gives Sean an easier way to hook up.

>>17579589
Let's wingman for sean.

Exactly what are our ranks, by the way?

>>17579497
Party time!

>>17579593

All of you are 1st Lieutenants, which is typical for any pilot. Pilots are all commissioned officers, and you're promoted automagically by the time you get out of flight training.

>>17579608
Just wondering, you made a reference last thread to officer country, and the nervousness of the MC being there, wasn't sure if were were warrants or something.

>>17579549
In exchange for beds, we ensure that our aircrew doesn't pose a problem. Minimal drunken escapades, relatively decent behavior, restriction of tail chasing to off-base.

We, however, are the protagonist. We make no guarantees about our own tail-chasing endeavors.

>>17579617

Sorry, I mixed my service lingo.

>>17579628
That's a bad trade. We already have accomodation. Sakamoto took care of it. On that note, we seriously need to ingratiate ourselves with her further. She seems like a decent foil to Minna.

Our CO just fucked us over and he's in cahoots with the main baddy from S1 of Strike Witches.

Now is a good time to drown all the sorrow with booze.

>>17579647
What are those things on their legs?

>>17579647
Main idiot/cunt perhaps.

Drowning our sorrows with booze is a fast way to have no booze and angry mates.

>>17579662
Feet?

>>17579647
Why? We are the king of no fucks given. Have a party and chase some tail, what else would a new ace pilot do when surrounded by ass?

We're working with these girls for the foreseeable future. We don't need relationship drama on top of our combat sorties. NOBODY needs blue-on-blue.

On the other hand, we just made Ace-In-A-Day in the last thread. Celebrating seems to be in order.

>>17579643
Yes, Sakamoto took care of it, and its in our best interest to make sure that she continues taking care of it for us, so we need to make sure to not get on her bad side by carousing unashamedly.

>>17579525
Find our rooms, then a library, and curl up with a good book in a corner

>>17579681

Possible DoubleAce-In-A-Day. We never checked.

We should celebrate, but lets not get too crazy on the first night. We know we are going to be working with these fine ladies for the foreseeable future, lets not get it off to a bad start with drunken escapades.

>>17579686
Lets read a book, yeah.

Find the other witches who were in the dogfight, and get ourselves a killcount.

I want to make sure we made at least double ace

>>17579662
A strange and mythological thing known as... Pants...

>>17579705
If by book you mean Minna's ass, then I agree.

>>17579686
Fuck that noise.

>>17579686
Actually, that sounds like a swell idea. Let's all just simmer down, and have a good read.

>>17579720
What a strange world that must be.

>>17579720
Pants? On my strike witches?

>>17579747
Alright, let's try something else.

I like the reading option. It'll be a nice thing to just wind down, and it'll show how classy we are.

>yfw the first book we pick up by chance is War of the Worlds.

See if they have any macano to play with.

I was looking up comparative officer ranks. Only Minna, Sakamoto, and Charlotte(depends if this is before or after she was promoted according to the wiki) outrank us.

>>17579747
It's more likely than you think!

>>17579753
Those are belts in-universe.

Obtain food. MORE FOOD NEEDED.

>>17579763
Witches count as 2 ranks above their stated rank. And probably before Shirley's promotion if OP is vaguely following the anime order of events.

>>17579763
But we're in a completely different chain of command, I think. It's like a Coast Guard admiral trying to order around a Navy carrier. Since our CO has not formally informed us of our change in assignment, we're in a big gray area.

>>17579807

Well, that's just silly.

>>17579816
>Since our CO has not formally informed us of our change in assignment, we're in a big gray area.

This. While it's wise to not antagonise Minna any further we still don't have to do a damn thing she wants yet. We're not under her command. Which is why I think if we want to have some kind of party or whatever, best chance is to do it now before the boot comes down.

"We're in a difficult situation," Ian is saying. "We've been stuck in the middle of a military-politics maelstrom, and - are you even listening?"

"Yush," you say around a mouthful of brandy. "Yeah, maelstroms, it sucks. Sean?" You pass the flask to your radar operator, who shrugs.

"How'd you know I had this, anyhow?" he asks, taking a slug.

You shrug in turn. "Your mom talks in her sleep a lot - HEY! HEY! CONCUSSION!" you say, palms raised to ward off Seans wielded pillow. He settles for a crotch-shot.

You slip the pillowcase off the pillow, wait till Sean turns his back, and pounce, yanking it over his head. "Instruments-only, bitch!"

"DHUMASS MUFFAFUFFA," he roars through the pillowcase. His flailing hands find your ankle as you try to flee and he reeeels you in, getting you in a pretty good lock.

"Cut the shit, guys," Ian says.

You manage to work a foot behind Sean's ankle, and drop him to the couch, where you both continue struggling.

"Stop screwing around or I will break my foot off in your ass," Ian's voice whispers through the air like a knife on a whetstone.

The Ian Voice never fails. You and Sean stop horsing around and stand up.

"Oh," you say, embarrassed. "Hello, Sakamoto." Sean salutes the far wall before Ian can yank the pillowcase off his head.

"You boys drinking?" Sakamoto says sternly.

"Did we forget to invite you?" Ian asks.

"Yes, you did," Sakamoto says, taking the flask and plopping down on a couch.

>>17579846

PARTY AVERAGE! No. No PARTY HARD. That would be stupid.

Drunken Mio is slutty Mio

No sir I don't like it.

>>17579889
I don't even know what that says, but I know what it'll lead to:

>>17579869
>"Did we forget to invite you?" Ian asks.

>"Yes, you did,"
Have I missed anything since last night? Last I recall there was a slight panic in regards to
>SHE KNOWS
And then I had to shut down.

Mio has a husbando already.

>>17579905
You missed EVERYTHING. Go catch up.

>>17579913
Nigger, you are not ruining this for us.

>>17579905
We apologized for treating her bad because of Minna.

Right, get back to our ace-in-a-day celebration.

And ask the girl if she knows where we can get more booze

>>17579869
I regret only that the flask is the only booze we have.
Apologize for not inviting her, ask if there's any more booze on base.

>>17579889
"...Lieutenant...Major..."
"Hi~Ji~Ka~Ta"
"You...you were forced to drink werent-"
*Pull*
"Are... Are you that lady's husband or something?"
"Look I don't care no more if you pay her tab or the shop damages..."
"Just... Just hurry up and take her home with you..."

Everything else was just kissing noises.

>>17579869

"So how are you settling in?" Sakamoto asks. All three of you offer the standard pleasantries.

"Ah, settling in for an entire day until your rides arrive, right?"

"Well, um, uh," you begin intelligently. You realize, belatedly, that Sakamoto has caught all three of you at a disadvantage. She's drinking as well as any of you, but she looks like a tough bitch and you don't doubt she'll hold her liquor well.

"News travels fast, I see," Sakamoto muses, passing the flask. "At the speed of sound, when certain people are pissed. Speaking of," she asks you, "-how are you getting along with Minna?"

"I think she wants to skin me and upholster her furniture with my hide," you say seriously. Sakamoto snorts in a most unladylike fashion, fighting down laughter.

"It's just the suddenness of everything. Minna works hard to keep everything organized, so when something disrupts that, and there's a person she can blame for it..." Sakamoto shrugs. "I understand the whole thing is a bit of a shock for you, too. You have any questions about... this?" she waves her hand at the entirety of Castle Barin.

>>17579869
Okay, so we have Sakabroto drinking with us. Time to ply her for intelligence about what's likely to be our new home for a while. So we need scuttlebutt and the general human lay of the land. Who's who and how do we avoid bringing their wrath down on our heads?

>>17579964
Yeah, how many people HAVE you lost sine the invasion?

>>17579964
Yeah. where are the dudes.

>>17579913
>implying Sakamoto is beta
>implying Sakamoto doesn't have a harem

>>17579964
Questions...

Hmm. Living quarters, more pants, where Mina usually lurks so we can nochanlantly sneak around those. Ask these.

>>17579980

No. Let's ask about the number of personnel. Defence capabilities. Number of engineers. The works.

>>17579964
"Just 2. Where is the booze kept here and can we get more people in on our little party here?"

>>17579964

I think a better question to ask might be when can we expect to be flying again. Because really, being an ace is cool and all, but not if you don't have a plane to fly.

>>17579964
TELL ME YOUR SECRETS, SAKAMOTO

Where's everyone else? I assume it's not just the 11+3 of us on this whole castle. Where's the other guys we can turn bros?

>>17579964
Places we men should avoid, places where Minna lurks so we can avoid her until she calms down, where's the booze, and a quick summary of the other Witches.

>>17580064
I don't get it...

>>17579964
Killcounts. We've got 4 confirmed, can we get that number raised higher?

>>17579964
HOW MANY CONFIRMED KILLS DID WE GET!?

>>17580070
>Places where Minna lurks so we can avoid her until she calms down, where's the booze, and a quick summary of the other Witches.

This

>Places we men should avoid

But not this. If we're never told, we can't possibly know. So that means we can explore (read: stickybeak) freely in the knowledge that we're ignorant and therefore not to blame.

>>17580070
this

>>17580026
>>17580013
>>17580011
>>17579981
>>17579980
>>17579979

"Yeah, I've got one," Ian says, leaning forward. "How many Witches have been killed in action since the Invasion?"

"Worldwide?"

Ian nods.

"Eight," Sakamoto replies immediately.

Sean chokes on his brandy. "What? This whole time? WORLDWIDE?"

Sakamoto nods. "A Witch is a supreme concentration of force - small in number, but we make up for it in potency. And with Striker Units, it's hard to pin us down long enough to overwhelm us."

The flask reaches you, but you pass it on with but a token sip. "Then why the Joint Wing?" you ask. Before the formation of 'Joint Wings" like the 501st, most Witches served in their nations own military, in units of three or four - single flights - evenly distributed throughout the forces.

"Yes, why?" Ian says, puzzled. "The clever chaps poured all their resources into battleships, and that didn't prove as useful as they'd thought."

"Witches would take off with a squadron of escorts and come back alone," Sakamoto says simply. "Depending on the Witch, they all took it differently, but none of them took it well."

>>17580132
>
"Witches would take off with a squadron of escorts and come back alone," Sakamoto says simply.

That's a kick in the cunt if I ever heard one.

>>17580132

Sounds like the job is twofold. Prove we're badass enough to come back alive, and to get some vengeance for our bros worldwide.

>>17580132
>"Witches would take off with a squadron of escorts and come back alone," Sakamoto says simply.
THIS PICTURE AIN'T SO HEARTWARMING NOW, IS IT?

>>17580132
...well that was sobering....

"Right...After that, I think we need more liquor. Where can we get some more?"

>>17580171
If we can get a plane.

I hear good things about the F7F, if we can't get our widow back, of course.

eight....Eight of you...This whole....WHY THE FUCK ARE WE EVEN UP THERE?

I really like that this is about three guys with no real powers holding their own among a stronghold of magical girls. It's like watching Batman in a fighter plane.

>>17580208
The widow needs a new engine, and a hell of a lot of other stuff besides. I think we're going to have to consider requisitioning a new plane.

>>17580215
To make sure it's not nine?

So, how many Witches exists?

>>17580229
Oh god, I don't even want to picture the arguments over which plane to get.

We're meatshields so our precious "angels" don't have to waste magic protecting themselves. Fuck this gay alternate Earth

>>17580215
It's like Space Marines and the Imperial Guard--there's just not enough Witches to fight the war by themselves, so conventional forces have to pick up the slack.

The pilots have the same risk of dying anyway, possibly even greater. Why not have more joint operations just because we don't want the witches to face the same reality as everyone else

>>17580132

"It's not like it's 'nevah been dun befo'," Sean says mockingly, punching you in the shoulder. "The Krauts were doing it on the Eastern front when they ran low on pilots."

"How do you know?"

"One of 'em told me!" Sean says, laughing. "Remember, we're on the same side now, right? They'd get one 'Experten' to actually make the attacks, and eight nuggets who didn't know their control stick from their dick and would always be yanking on the wrong one at the wrong time to fly high cover so nobody could bounce the ace."

"That's what was happening," Sakamoto agrees. "Especially against particular targets - their bases, or their dreadnoughts - Witches are devastatingly effective... but in a... what do you Americans call it, a hairball?"

"Furball," you say.

"Right. In a huge, uh, 'furball,' Witches are easy to kill. Usually by a bullet they never saw coming. And the Martians always keep their escort swarms within the range of their dreadnoughts."

From what you've heard of the dreadnaughts, they're like Calais pre-Invasion, and Calais was colloquially known as the location of the School For Frustrated German Anti-Aircraft Gunners.

>>17580250
It's obvious, we get a P-38.

>>17580191

Well, they ARE flying French Moranes.

Guess how many Moranes survived the Battle of France?

AYUP

>>17580273
We're with the 422nd
The 422nd flies Black Widows
We fly Black Widows


Now if you had said the Chain Lightning...

>>17580265
"The war's been hard on everyone.
"Like you said, you witches are the greatest concentration of force we have. And it's up to us conventional forces to make sure you get the chance to make use of that force.
"Course, 4 autocannons, quad .50's, and enough armor to make a tank do a double-take help out a lot."

So... the witches do the flying and everyone else does the dying.

Good to know. Do we have life insurance?

Has there been any more word on the movie? Last I heard it was set for spring 2012

>>17580265
>hairball
That one took me a second look. Dohohoho

>>17580319
All servicemen are supposed to be insured, especially the ones likely to get sent on suicide missions.

>>17580191
there was some write faggotry about how that image was the thought that pilot had as his plane brutally tore apart and burst into flames in a death spiral.

the regular military always gets owned in strike witches.

>>17580286
What!? The P-38 is like the younger sibling of the Widow. It is nimbler, faster, with a larger range, and still has the hilarious concentration of firepower you know and love in the Black Widow.

>>17580345
Google xp-58 chain lightning, I'll wait

>>17580327
March 17th. BD release maybe 6 months later.

>>17580353
that is a sexy beast. do want

>>17580250

Another Widow. Ideally, our Widow but lets be reasonable here for a moment, part of the reason we're a shit hot pilot is our familiarity with our plane. It's going to need a complete overhaul but if that's what it takes you know. If we're requesting a new plane it needs to be more or less like our last one, or at least something close.

While I'm on the subject, I noticed the lore of this world (planefags version of it) allows the possibility of rare men being able to use magic, I'd really rather this stays a possibility. Part of the draw here is a experienced night pilot who knows his plane showing a bunch of naturally talented girls that even conventional pilots can, with skill and luck, match a witch in a striker unit.

Who knows, maybe they just haven't managed to form suitable joint tactics and that's our new job. Getting these bitches to better respect what man and machine are capable of with the right help.

Well, whatever, just get what information you can out of Sakamoto, attempt to make friends without being a complete jerk (unless she starts to give you shit about not being good enough) and maybe make it so only half the witches hate you.

>>17580356

>>17580254

You bristle a bit at Sakamoto's insinuations. "So we're just meatshields for the magical girls?"

"Ha!" Sakamoto says. "That bitterness. The end result of that strategy."

You blink. "What?"

"Today, after you made your first attacks, why did you keep on fighting, after you'd spent your advantages?"

"... there was nothing else to do," Ian says, when you struggle for words. "That other Witch still had a whole gaggle on her ass."

Sakamoto nods, pleased. "There you go. Without shields, pilots have to rely on mobility. And when you're tied-down by babysitting a Witch.... 'meat shield.' A very good term. That's why they segregated the units."

"Except that's got problems too. Like Sanya. She's the only night-fighter you've got... or instrument-capable Witch, for that matter."

Sakamoto gives you a penetrating look. "You're rather well-versed in Witch tactics, hmm?"

"No, I'm just a sneaky spying bastard."

She laughs gustily at that. "Whatever works. Whatever works!"

>>17580353
>Successor to the P-38
>Carries a FUCKING TANK CANNON as its main armament.

Do want.

>>17580395
Course, it ain't nothing compared to the later B-25 Variants.

hey guys, what if we installed rotatable seats on the wings of the aircraft, and had some witches get their most DAKKA-y guns and sit in them?


bame, 2 new turrets.

Hell, we could probably add 10-12 new turrets to a flying fortress this way

>>17580391
>sneaking spying bastard
CONFIRMED FOR ALPHA AS FUCK!

>>17580409
We've gone down this road before.

>>17580409
>Flying fortress
>Even more guns

I don't think this is necessary

So I keep seeing the word "shield" come up in regards to Witches. I have practically no familiarity with the source material, so question:
How well can they project these shields? Can they protect a plane with them?

>>17580405
HAHAHA, oh jeez!
I completely forgot about that. The plane could down Jap destroyers from a mile away, and they thought that it was a new superweapon or something.

>>17580435
Yup, they tried it before the p-51 came along. Didn't work.

>>17580435
When did we debate this last? or are you talking about the B-52 + Sidewinders discussion?

>>17580391
"'Whatever works', huh. That's become the motto of this war.
"Hasn't anyone tried, oh, I dunno, getting the conventional squadron and a witch working together as one cohesive unit?"

>>17580409

Hate to be on the side of the pantless girls here, but that would be a bit of a waste, I mean, these girls are mostly more mobile then we are on their own, what witch (a rare asset in of herself) would want to sit in our plane and play gunnery/shield to our whims?

If we're relying on a witch to protect us, we might as well let her fly her own striker unit and strap more dakka on our plane. Who knows, maybe with this arrangement we can get some cutting edge upgrades to boost our chances against the weapons the aliens use.

>>17580391

Then we need to prove that not only will conventional pilots not be tied down, but that they can also contribute valuable firepower and support during a fight. That and, well, we can always rack up a few more kills.

>>17580441

potentially, depends on the witch, one of the girls has a much better shielding ability then the others, while some like Sakamoto have practically no shielding ability as they age and their peak dwindles.

The bigger the shield, the more is costs the witch, we're generally talking about a magical circle shield projected from their hands in front of them, 2D in shape with varying strength and size depending on the witch.

>>17580441

It's a magical barrier designed to stop shit from killing the witch. One of the episodes had Miyafuji project a shield large enough to protect a jap aircraft carrier from the aliums attacks. Go off that as you will.

>>17580475
actually, this is an excellent point.

1 on 1 witches kill martians, but in a furball, the martians can overwhelm the witch

1 on 1 I would not be betting on a standard fighter plane against a martian, but in a furball the fighter plane does a better job


are we honestly the first people to come up with this, or is there a reason this doesn't work?

>>17580409
The main problem is, turrets are hard to use. On a plane, you have to account for your speed, their speed, bullet drop, turret traverse, and guestimating where they will be in 2 seconds when the bullets get there. And by the time you figure it out, they are somewhere else.

>>17580391

"So they're looking to get conventional units into the Witch wings, now?"

"Ah! Not just anybody. No meaty shields. Concentration of power!" Sakamoto says, driving her fist into her palm with a loud SMACK! "The best aces, with the best planes, covering each others deficiencies!"

"Only aces?" you say, intensely curious.

"Only aces," Sakamoto repeats. "Speaking of that, we've confirmed three of your kills. The ones that blew up immediately, we all saw those. Your Major Luke received shore spotter reports that confirmed one of your two probables, the one chasing Trude."

"What about the one I nailed in the downward spiral?" you ask.

Sakamoto shakes her head. "That one made it back to France. I saw him running."

God shit fuck DAMN. In your mind, the "ACE IN A DAY - WORLD TAKES A KNEE TO SUCK PILOTS MASSIVE VICTORY DONG" headlines begin to fade.

"Hey," Ian says, "I got one during that defensive spiral. He blew up real good."

"You what?" You recall a sharp explosion above your ship during the spiral, but you were addressing your own gunsights at the moment.

"Yeah, he managed to slow down when he saw his buddies over-shoot. I look up out of the canopy and I saw him, fifty feet away, just hovering there in the air right above us. So I flip the turret guns to 90 degrees and blam!"

"Ian, you glorious sonofabitch!" You slam a thunderous high-five with him.

"I don't understand?" Sakamoto asks.

"A crew shares credit for the kills," you explain. "Usually it's just the radar operator and the pilot, for night intercepts, but since this was a daylight scrap..."

>>17580443
Any more info on this plane that can sink ships with a cannon?

>>17580517
I believe this is what they initially tried to do. I'm guessing the problem is that they just sent expendable pilots to the do the job since they assumed it was a suicide mission anyways, or that the pilots simply weren't skilled enough to keep up with the witches and got pulled into fights they couldn't win.

>>17580528
We ace now

>>17580542
B-25H
Mounted a centerline 75mm cannon.

>>17580528
YES! Our 'Ace in a Day' might still be saved!

>>17580528

>>17580554
It didn't actually oneshot jap destroyers with it's cannon, considering most were designed to take hits from multiple 5 and 8 inch guns.

That being said, it was one of the fastest planes in the theatre, could outrun jap fighters, and had a massive alpha strike.

>>17580528

Well someone has to show everyone else how it's done, eh?

>>17580542
Destroyers have really light armor, relying on their speed to protect them.
Planes that have fucking anti-tank guns don't give a shit how fast you're going, boats are fucking huge compared to tanks.
Basically, M4>less than an inch of armor.

>>17580528

>>17580528

"I see," Sakamoto says. "We're not familiar with how conventional forces track kills."

Sean waggles his eyebrows. "Does this mean Minna thinks we're ineligible?"

Sakamoto looks Sean dead in the eye, and doesn't say a single fucking word.

Sean nods, and Sakamoto laughs boisterously again.

"Good night, gentlemen. I'll see you tomorrow." Bowing slightly to each of you, she gathers her things and leaves.

"I think I could fall in love with that woman," Sean says. "Wait... where's my flask?"

>Sleep/Timeskip to morning?
>Night Time Trolling?
>Other?

>>17580554
B-25J Hardnose....up to 14 forward firing .50s (if you include the Dorsal turret), twelve of which are fired by the pilot. Add in the Dorsal turret (2 more), two waist gun positions (one on each side, for 2 more guns), and the tail turret (2 more guns).....

That's 18 .50 caliber heavy machineguns.

In an airframe that is famed for it's ease to fly, ability to take punishment, and get it's crew home safely.

It's the plane that made Japanese airfields and transport ships/barges shit themselves in fear.

Why? Because a strafing run with that thing would kill any transport ship the Japs had, would chew up AA positions....

And parafrags.

Because parafrags rule.

>>17580509

This is what we want to do really. Prove that experienced pilots (rather then quickly recruited and trained crews) can work with witches to provide extra kick to their flight.

After all, we were downing sleds with our main guns no problem, with some cover we could clean house.

The main problem is that while the witches can assist a conventional plane both defensively and offensively with her shield and guns respectively, we can only cover them through conventional dog fight tactics. I imagine they would resent the idea of baby sitting conventional planes for the main damage.

Lets face it, we're good, but our plane is less mobile then a witch. Arguably we can take more punishment if we ignore their ability to protect themselves with a shield, they get hit and that's it, if we get hit we can usually keep going unless it's a solid hit. But like she said, Witches come back, planes don't. They have more defensive options and keeping planes up to their standard would mean escorting them.

If we could make it so the fire-power we offer is essential to their unit, then they might come around to the idea of protecting a dedicated heavy fighter. Or if the technology of conventional planes allow them to shrug off more hits it would be nice.

>>17580600
>Laugh ass off at the girl stealing sean's flask

And now that we are out of booze, we must locate more booze. We are going to liberate the SHIT out of their booze

>>17580600
Have we eaten yet? I don't recall ever going to the base's kitchen

>>17580600
Skip to morning. We're still concussed, and sneaking around a military base while drunk seems like a bad idea to me.

>>17580600
>"Wait... where's my flask?"
I am liking Mio more and more.

But as it is, get some sleep. I have a sneaking suspicion that Minna is not going to allow us to sleep in, and I don't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing us shit-faced when she has one of the ground crew drag us out of bed.

>>17580600
A short stint of trolltastic goodness, followed by sleeps.

>>17580600
>Sakamoto stole our flask right under our noses
I don't know whether to punch her or kiss her.

Let's get some goddamned sleep.

>>17580600
We need our beauty sleep. Wouldn't want to disappoint the ladies.

>>17580600
Wonder how we're supposed to find our rooms.

>>17580600
Recover flask
Get foodstuffs

>>17580644
At the worst think of it as a good-natured, minor payback for bouncing her ass. Mio's proving to be good people.

>Mio acquires reverse Harem for stealing booze
Mio confirmed for superior Alpha.

>>17580604

Good man. Then all we need to do is have our plane refitted and rebuilt basically from the frame out. If we could somehow get it refitted with some upgrades, possibly make it a tad more durable or even quicker we might be able to provide a meaningful bit of support without making it so that we're either a sitting duck or a burden.

After all, as I said before, we need to get some revenge for our fellow pilotbros who have died thus far.

Now. I say we get some sleep and get our shit together in the morning.

>>17580600
>Night time trolling
We're prolly drunk enough that this sounds like a good idea, and I wanna see where OP goes with this.

Night time trolling. Specifically: we need to find a bathroom so we can piss.

We do not know where the bathrooms are, so we just piss in the potted plant on commander bitch's desk

>>17580604
Its simple witches have to go in and draw the aliens out and try and corral them while the fighters line up to do straffing runs along the aliums axis.

the plane then turns in towards the witches and the witches cover its retreat, repeat as necessary.

if flight and flight formations are used a pilot could always be on stand by for a witches need for fire support if needed.

>>17580716
Turbosupercharged R-2800-73 engines
APG-1 gun-laying radar
Cheek mounted .50cal Gun Blisters

This is our wishlist

>>17580812
Get the turbosuperchargers. 700kmh? Yes please.
The fastest witch in canon maxed out at 950kmh, and that was using jets.

>>17580812
>>17580855
Pimp My Plane: Strike Witches edition

>>17580600
Hang on then, if Minna thinks we're not an ace, then maybe we can convince her to get us off this damn rock and back to base. Once we're gone we can set the record straight on how many we killed.

>>17580680

Minna in the background. Oh my god. Second panel, especially.

>STOP IT

>>17580600
Get food
Get Sleep.

>>17580892
What is that?

>>17580888

That would work...

If our CO didn't already sell us the other way.

We are stuck as Liaisons, whether or not we fit the bill for Saki or Minna's little experiment determines the quality of our existence here.

Can someone post all the ages again?

>>17580906
Well I don't think Luke was the one to set the Ace requirement, and it gives Minna a way out. Sure, Luke might try to send us back, but it'll be harder to do then. I think it's worth a shot.

>>17580922
Yoshika: 14
Mio: 19
Minna: 18
Lynette: 15
Perrine: 15
Erica: 16
Gertrud: 18
Francesca: 12
Charlotte: 16
Eila: 15
Sanya: 13

Great thread!

>>17580963
Not as cool.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dndAXxqJbc0

>>17581015
I make that five targets of opportunity.
We could make ace in a different way, gentlemen.

>>17580600

Food time.

Sean and Ian ate while you were still conked out, but your stomach is growling like mad. You descend the steps to the basement, where the kitchen is kept.

You locate the battered frigidare, wondering idly where the power comes from, and crack it open to find fish oil, a gallon of some nasty-smelling herbal tea, blueberries, milk and a carrot casserole.

"What the fuck?"

You settle on blueberries and milk. Stomping over to the table irritably, you fill the bowl and begin munching grimly.

>>17581070
What in fuck's name is a carrot casserole?

>>17581070

It's good for your eyesight, you know.

>>17581070

... We need to ship in a whole fucking cow...

>>17581070
No meat?

>>17581087
A whole damn herd more like. and some pigs because bacon is god teir

>>17581070
inb4 we ate Minn'a blueberries and drank her milk.

>>17581070
I think we just ate someones food. And not the type of person we want to piss off.

>>17581098
I am disturbed by the idea that we might not have eaten Minna's food. Clearly we need to eat everything in this fridge.

>>17581082
A casserole made with carrots. Duh.

>>17581082
Napalm.

>>17581070

A few minutes later, you hear a light tread coming down the staircase, and look up to find the fabled Night Witch entering the kitchen, probably for breakfast before she flies night patrol. You're familiar with the schedule, you fly it yourself.

"Ho," you say, waving at her with your spoon. She starts upon seeing you. You wonder why, and look down at your bare chest.

"It's okay, I've got pants on," you say. This doesn't seem to reassure her much.

"What's with all that gook in the fridge?" you ask.

"G... gook?"

"Fish oil and shit. What gives?"

"Oh... eyesight."

You choke on your blueberries, making Sanya flinch. "Are they still force-feeding you girls that crap? In flight training we just pitched that shit right out the window when the watchdogs turned their backs. We still do."

Sanya fusses, not quite meeting your eyes.

"It doesn't work. Don't bother with it for one minute, okay?"

She nods, still looking at the floor, and starts edging for the door. You can't tell if she's shy, or if you're just that much of a freak in your current condition.

>Wat do?

>not heading out to McDonald's with Erica

>>17581158
Sorry, shouldn't have blown up like that. In my defense, I am slightly drunk, still miffed about being shot at, and just learned some very unpleasant things about the way high-command views non-witch combatants.

>>17581158
Offer her blueberries.
Or maybe get her some of the carrot casserole. Carrots are good for the eyes, after all.

>>17581158
Be polite, try to make her feel comfortable by taking about our similar jobs.

Also, ask whose blueberry's we just ate.

>>17581158
>or if you're just that much of a freak in your current condition
you are in a castle full of girls who are only running around in pants.
they eat crap and your day keeps getting shat on by an asshole "boss"
oh i forgot to mention they are all magical witches with superpowers that may make you feel inatequate.

no sir, you are not the freak, your just stuck in freakton.

give not a fuck, eat more food then put on the list of stuff to do get real food.

>>17581158
nothing. her damn problem. if we're gonna be sticking around here, they might as well get used to us now

Stop her. She's not going to fly night patrol without having ate something.

>>17581158

Try to make nice. After all, even if she is a witch she's also a fellow night-fighter.

>>17581158
So we're a freak. So what. We are the King of No Fucks Given.

>>17581158
seeing as we're probably going to be fighting with this one, we should probably introduce ourself, and try to be friends. like our life depends on it.

Because it does.

Why don't you ask her about that song...

>>17581220
Oh fuck, it's the lalala bitch!
Give a chewing out for that shit; just ain't cool.

>>17581220

Ask?

Hum

>>17581204
>>17581201
>>17581184

I think this would be a good combo. She is not the type we need to be all "Alpha as fuck" around.

>>17581192
But if everyone in Freaktown is a freak and you're the only normal person, then all the freaks accept being freaks as normal, so being normal makes you a freak in Freaktown.

We are a freak.

>>17581158

so this is how things are going to pan out.

We're going to teach witches to be more like us. One bit at a time. That's the end conclusion, forget harems the end goal is a witch with a god complex who bounces aliens all day erry day.

Or in other words, we're taking /a/'s waifus and turning them into asshole pilots.

>>17581227
It's not about being "alpha," it's about not giving a fuck, and not behaving as the norms in the anime would suggest; i.e., acting like a fighter pilot.

>>17581229
not really because we are the majority AND their bosses specifically are the majority, so therefore you are not a freak by that nature alone.

>>17581232
i'm completely and utterly ok with this.

Hell, I bet you could ask one of these girls for some headlight fluid some of them are that naive.

>>17581283

We should do that sometime.

>>17581283
Nah, that's just an aspect of being bad at Cars (ha ha, stereotypes)

If we really want to see how unworldly they are, we should ask for a box of grid squares.

>>17581283
Shouldn't they carry that on base, though? I mean, they do have SOME aircraft there that would have headlights, right?

>>17581283
Ok, i dare you to ask Shirley about it.

>>17581283
Or tell them to "bring us some grid squares from the RQ."
Being a junior NCO is hilarious.

>>17581335
>>17581305
Curses, I was too slow.

>>17581305

Perhaps tell them the engineers asked for some Elbow Grease for the Black Widow.

>>17581309
I can't tell if you're being serious or not.

Think about it.

>>17581277
Third.

We must make them the most balls to the wall arrogant fighter pilot jocks that they can be. What's this simpering and shying away from eating due to nervousness? This your damn kitchen and you need to eat because you need to be at the top of your game for your mission because your unit depends on you. So she better sit her pantsless ass down and get some chow before her flight.

>>17581283
propwash

>>17581309
>not getting the joke
>2012

>>17581158

"Uh..." you proffer the tin of blueberries. "Blueberries?"

With a final, muted squeak, the Night Witch's courage fails, and she flees up the stairs.

Yeah. Stellar future wingman, there. This new job is looking better and better all the time. You finish the blueberries in disgust, offer a silent prayer that there's coffee in the morning, and stumble upstairs to the room you've been provided. Pushing it open, you see your mostly-dry shirt and flight jacket awaiting you, and even your sidearm, flight helmet and parachute neatly stacked on the end table to one side.

With a sigh of relief, you collapse into the sheets and fall into a dreamless sleep.

Some time later, you feel somebody shaking you awake. You moan and bitch, fumbling for a GI-issue shoe to fling at whatever asshole is announcing flight assignments for the day. You remember you're not in your barracks about the same moment a hand clamps over your mouth.

You come awake instantly, kicking madly and taking hold of the offending hand with both of yours, doing your best to pry it off. You don't get very far.

"Fuckhead, it's me! Sean! Sean!"

You blink at the foul-mouthed shadow hovering over you, and calm down a bit. He takes his hand off your mouth.

"I don't swing that way, you asshole. What's your damage!?" you hiss. However much sleep you got, it wasn't enough to improve your mood.

"Can it." You feel the cold wooden grips of your Colt .45 as Sean shoves it into your hand. "Somethings wrong. I think we've got aliens in the castle."

>>17581356
So, what you're trying to do...

Is make them decide to make a harem out of us, once we've completed their training?

I'm ok with this.

>>17581335
NCO my ass, we're a First Lieutenant.

>>17580528

Man, I can so see a future Witch wing being things like Me-262/F-86/Mig-15s, alongside high speed witches and eventually highly automated Q-4 drone fighters slaved to a witch as escorts along with advanced MIG-21 interceptors, but that's just my tactical speaking.

>>17581232
>>17581277
>>17581356
We need to turn Strike Witches into Top Gun
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V8rZWw9HE7o

>>17581386
Trude flew a 262 in an episode.

>>17581377
>Aliens
>Inside castle
"What the fuck makes you think something as crazy as that is going on?"

While strapping on our own gun of course

>>17581387
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zCTJmXrgsFg

>>17581377
Oh fuck, we haven't met Erica yet, have we?

BATTLE STATIONS

>>17581377
time to kick into alpha as fuck mode.
go kick some zeno scums ass.

>>17581377
>"Somethings wrong. I think we've got aliens in the castle."
Go back to sleep, some Minna is well equip to deal with this sort of thing.

>>17581377
Infiltrators or Minna not thoroughly checking the downed sleds for survivors?

>>17581377
IT'S ON NOW

>>17581377
Xenos in the base? Search. And. Destroy.

>>17581377

Well fuck us...

We check the chamber and go completely silent with Sean. The hell if those damn tripods are going to fuck up our hangover.

>>17581377

Not one to doubt Sean too much, but I am curious as to how he's so sure, this is Sparkle Castle, could be normal and we've made an ass of ourselves all day, waving a Colt around in an attempt to save all the lays you'll be getting seems like a good way to stay grounded.

As the very least put some pants on and put it in a holster while you check things out so you don't scare any maidens while scoping what's got him spooked.

Wait, why does he think we have aliens?

>>17581377
ok, we need to ensure the safety of the witches first, they're probably more valuable of the planes, can they defend themselves on the ground?

>>17581377
OH SHIT YES, it's ACTION HERO time!

>>17581435
definitely take this cautiously. Where's Ian

>>17581445
Yeah, they're really fucking strong.

>>17581377
Explain yourself, I mean really, what the hell, you would need logical reasons to suspect LAND WALKER ALIEN DUDES.

>>17581387
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fPz1Mqr0zQI

>>17581377

Well then. Time to put that flight jacket on, make sure that sidearm is loaded, whip out our shades and go kick some alien ass.

>Initiate attack protocol 23

>>17581445
You may recall that, earlier this night, our new boss threw a metal table across a room out of pique.

>>17581493

Doesn't help if they're asleep.

>>17581464
Witches can lift aircraft mounted machine guns which take 2-4 grown men to. They can lift iron girders at least 2 tons in size with their magic. They can CLEAVE BATTLESHIPS WITH THE POWER OF JUSTICE etc. I'm pretty sure on a personal scale a Witch is fine.

>>17581468
I.....fuck.

My goofy smile is so huge my eyes are closed.

I just can't watch this.

Xenos? In MY base?
That's heretical.
And that calls for some serious firepower.

>>17581506
ok, we should wake them up and then protect the planes
actually, one of us should wake up the witches while the other checks on the planes

>>17581506

Case in point. Keep our weapon holstered or at least don't wave it about like a idiot. Scope things out, see if it's just some wierd thing the girls have going that's spooking Sean. We're not that stupid.

>>17581520
why so embarrassed? Strike witches is only the greatest cultural achievement of mankind. No need to be ashamed of it.

>>17581506
well fuck that, then. Go back to sleep

time for some .45cal gunslingin

>>17581535
I volunteer.

>>17581506
Still, I'm not sure that they can take hand to hand combat that well. That shit gives nightmares to marines. How's a 15 year old girl going to take it?

>>17581554
Time for some heretical quest.

Nah, I'm kidding bro, just keep up updated, yeah?

>>17581405
>>17581438

"What the hell have you been smoking, and where can I get some?" you hiss, but despite yourself, you don't put your gun down. You've flown with Sean long enough to trust him, and this isn't the kind of prank he plays.

"Shut up and follow, flyboy." You mutter darkly, but follow him into the dark hallway, barefoot. Sean motions you closer to the wall, then begins creeping down the hallway like a commando. Feeling incredibly stupid, you fumble to secure your standard-issue shoulder holster with one hand while holding your gun in the other.

"Ian?" you ask quietly, but Sean just shoves his palm at you, accompanied with a "shut-the-fuck-up" gesture.

He freezes outside one particular door.

Then he kicks the fucking thing in.

You blink, absolutely dumbfounded, as Sean rushes into a room occupied by an underwear-clad blonde girl like a night-time bandit bent on pillage and rape. The girl screams, and scrabbles away from Sean frantically, freshly awake and confused. She presses up against the closed window shutters, and her hand darts for a nearby table drawer.

You see where this is going, and open your mouth to shout, when a tentacle thicker then your arm smashes through the shutters, wraps around the blonde, and hauls her out, still screaming.

Here i was about to go to the store when suddenly
>Xenos in base
God dammit planefag
God dammit

>>17581574
GO AFTER HER, DAMMIT!

>>17581574

We should have grabbed that helmet.

We aren't following out that window, but we better find the next best option. We aren't gonna pull a die hard on our gut and feet.

>>17581574
In before 'i've seen enough japanese shit to know where this is going.'

>>17581574
fuck nope, lean out the window, try to shoot the tentacle

>>17581574
UNLEASH HELL!

>>17581560
In Africa (lol sidestories) we have witches who fight GIANT TANK NEUROI with only spears, while supermassive Tank Witches use heavy artilery to defeat the Neuroi. Its FIST OF THE WITCH STAR in North Africa.

Guys
Guys
Listen
This is going to sound pretty radical.

But let's try and exchange our engines for R-4360s
Never fitted onto a black widow, but with a little modification, we could potentially double our engine power.

>>17581574
I'veseenenoughhentaitoseewherethisisgoing.jpg

>>17581574
OH WHAT THE FUCK.

They're actually here, it's go time. What floor are we on? Would we survive a jump after her?

>>17581574
Lean out the window, turn whatever that tentacle belongs to into Swiss cheese.

>>17581574

While We should be all for rescuing this little lass to prove how badass we are, and no offense to our lord and savior John Moses Browning, but perhaps we might find someone who knows where the armory is and find ourselves something with a little more kick?

>>17581603
>>17581624
Ap bap bap.

>>17581574

And this is where we'll wrap up for tonight, because I've gotten about 4 hours of sleep in the last 24. This is also why I started late tonight, and for that I apologize.

I have work tomorrow, so Strike Witches will pick up around 6PM EST, (-5 GMT,) on Thursday.

TUNE IN NEXT TIME FOR: DUKE NUKEM AIN'T GOT SHIT ON THIS.

Get one of the guys to RAISE THE FUCKING ALARM GODDAMN

>>17581640
FUCK YOU, YOU MAGNIFICENT BASTARD

>>17581574

Blonde, eh? If it's Perrine let it have her.

If it's fucking Erica, jump through that fucking window after it!!!

>>17581574
a rather loud WAS THAT A FUCKING ALIENS should wake some people up right no.

>>17581615
Dang, never saw that before. But it's different when you kill something that bleeds.

>>17581615
>zulu shield

Japan.

What the fuck.

>>17581640
ARRRRGH!!!

>>17581640
You tease, and I'd just turned on the "it's go time" music.

Oh well. See you Thursday planefag.

>>17581640

>>17581654
I like the way you think.

...Thread was autosaging anyways.

>>17581654
What if it's Eila?

I love this quest! Keep up the great work!

>>17581574
this manga is crazy (Also witch power level examples)

>>17581232

/a/ here, sounds alright.

Did someone archive this?

>>17581968
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/17579028/

>>17581703
Eila would have seen it coming. Lol future hax.

Also don't see Erica as the screaming sort. Perrine ... yea.

Save one, get in good with the others.

Next thread it's time for MAXIMUM DAKKA. As in, GRATUITOUS AMOUNTS OF DAKKA. Like John McClane, John Basilone, Rambo, and Clint Eastwood all wrapped up into one rage-fueled orgy of superviolence.

Oh no. We lost Perrine, now what?