>>17599224
FUCK YES.

Look out window, let's see what we're dealing with.

Follow him and do a couple of flips on the way down .Don't let that fucker upstage us

Is that a spanish i16 polikarpov?
Why i ask? i know it is.

Viva la república!

Sean is a bad enough ass to take that one, help everyone else first.

75 MINUTES LATE, PLANEFAG!

Now that that's out of my system, take a look out the window and fill the nearest xeno full of bullet holes.

>>17599224

Open the drawer the girl was going for.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVBPGZEVRH0
Start shouting about alien intrusion, call to arms, etc. fire a few shots out the window t make our point as well

>>17599239
It can't be. An I-16 would have an engine stall at that angle of bank.

/Il-2 taught me to HATE the I-16.

Aww yeah, its back

Check drawer, probably a weapon I would think.

So three ALIUMS walk into a BAR.
Get a BAR. Start wrecking shit

>>17599262
I-16 was fun as fuck in IL-2. Useless, but fun.

i thought you were late, but its daylight savings time isnt it? so central is -5 not -6.

fucking america.

>what do

start shouting to wake everyone up and head for the room where we heard the smashing.

>>17599244
>late

That's my middle name, unfortunately.

>>17599239

Hells to the yes it is. That artist likes drawing cute witches with the I-16, which I endorse, because the I-16 doesn't get enough love. Shoot down Bf-109 erry day and don't afraid of anything.

>>17599247

GOOD IDEA

is the previous thread on suptg? polite sage because I know you dont need the bump.

>>17599268
Online 64 player Il-2 game.

All flying I-16s.

More crashes then shootdowns.

>>17599279
yes

>>17599277

Thank you. GET TO IT! Bloody hell.

>>17599279
Yeah, http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/17579028/

Strike Witches Quest? Well, my evening just got better.

Seconding the Draw, since why the hell not.

>>17599279

three of the four previous threads are.
the very first one is only on foolz.

http://archive.foolz.us/tg/thread/17545010/

kill self, not dealing with zeno tentacles today.

>>17599277

She had to have something in mind.

Even if it's something "useless", it could be the useful kind of useless.

Fire through window if we're on anything but the ground level. Shout something about martians to get everyone awake and alert

Fuck yes Strike Witches quest!

Lets kick open the door of on of the other girls, try to save on of em. we are gonna need some help if we want to defeat dem aliens.

Being woken up in the middle of the night after an exhausting day of almost dying by evil martian tentacles has kind of thrown you off your groove. Or whatever it is those beatnik shitheads call it.

The blonde girl was reaching for an end-table drawer. You dash over to it and yank it open, hoping to find some glowing weapon of eldritch and terrible power.

Instead, you find a Walther PPK. Well, one out of three isn't bad. You jam it in your belt and rush to the window to see what the hell is going on. Looking out the third-story window, you see nothing on the ground - but there IS some crushed shrubberies, and a busted ground-floor window.

From within you hear the distinct *popopop* of Sean's S&W .38 caliber revolver going to work, and the hair-raising wail of something slimy and utterly alien.

Horrified screams and cries from the other rooms continue, and you reason that most of the other Witches have been taken by surprise as well - and with a chill you realize the Martians would not have overlooked Sanya, either. You'd better get your ass in gear, and fast.

>the shit is gaining amazing authenticity as we speak, hurry up!

>>17599378
Book it. Find Sanya, find allies and careful with your shots. Only one clip, and friendly fire is a double strike.

>>17599378
Book it. See if we can't get the commander awake and aware.

While running through the hallways, shout "THE MARTIANS ARE COMING"

WE NEED MORE FIRE POWER GODDAMMIT

>>17599378
So we've got a PPK in addition to our GI .45 revolver. I can live with more dakka. NOW LET'S KILL SOME MARTIANS ALREADY!

>>17599378

While two pistols, one made by none other than the Lord John Moses Browning are fine and dandy, we might want to consider some additional firepower. Surely these pantsless women have an armory, right?

>>17599378
I'd expect Sanya would be out on patrol, and we can't do jack on our own with a busted plane. Try to free the other witches down the hall.

>>17599378

To Sanya's room! She's going to be the Martian's priority target. Run like the wind to her! Run like your commander himself is screaming at you! Run!

>>17599378
get through the window and help sean. WE did NOT land the plane only for him to die on the ground

>>17599423
Priorities, we need to warn the rest of the base.

Is there a phone or something nearby so that we can call whoever is in charge of the alarms? If not: to Sanya's room. Sean's a big boy, he can take care of himself.

head for the nearest sound of lough crashing and get whoever it is lose. once those witches charge their magic up they can dual wield heavy machine guns and generate shields and shit. way more firepower then we can access. gotta get some of em loose to start fighting back.

and start shouting our head off. anyone who dosent know needs to find out.

Just something to consider, for later on.
The Rare Bear managed to cram a R-3350 Duplex Cyclone engine into a bearcat.

We can probably shove a R-4360 Wasp Major into our engine nacelles, the dimensions are even smaller than the 3350.

>>17599447

Glass doesn't break quiet. If the sentries don't hear, it's because they're already "dealt with"

>>17599493
Do they even have sentries?

>>17599518
I would think so, being a military base and all.

[x] Go help Sanya

>>17599518
Not that I've ever seen. Only person I've seen up after dark is Eila.

>>17599423
>>17599417
>>17599408
>>17599397

With your wits finally turning, you reason there's damn little you can do against prepared Martians on your own. Martians are big, nasty-looking bastards, but not much more durable then a human, unarmored.

Except these bastards most certainly came prepared with body armor, rayguns and all that other Buck Rogers shit. And against that, a pistol and a single pilot ain't going to cut it.

You dimly remember some old guy with a beard who liked to say a lot of things that sometimes sounded deep. One of them was "a pistol is for fighting your way to your rifle." Turns out he was half-right - two pistols are for fighting your way to somebody else's medium machine gun.

You exit the room and go bolting down the hallway, ignoring the rooms and heading for the stairs, taking them two at a time. Your goal is the hangar, or nearby spaces, where weapons and ammo will be stored.

Deeper in the castle, no screams or shouts of battle can be heard - more likely owing to the thickness of the walls then anything else. As you pass the dining area, you notice movement in the kitchen. You dash into it, both pistols up and ready.

It's just Miyafuji, with a sammich on a plate. She squeals when she sees you charging in, mussed up and waving two pistols around.

"Oh, shit. right. Um, hey, Miyafuji. Sup."

>>17599493

there probably arent any sentries.

witches are dangerous but when they arent in the sky they are basically little girls playing war.

>>17599527
Let's escort her to the hangar, we need witches in strike units ASAP

>>17599477
Yes, but those are pretty massive motors with rather silly amounts of torque produced. They will need some help to get a proper anchor. Also, they will need interesting plumbing to jam a turbo in the ass end of the nacelles.

>>17599527
TELL HER TO HIDE! Shit's hitting the fan and she is obviously too timid to be much help right now.

>>17599527

No time for food, escort quest to the armory/hanger to get her up and fighting

Martians attacking
need dakka

Don't be stupid." MARTIANS ON BASE! FOLLOW ME!" Striker unit, ASAP!

>>17599527

"We're under attack! They're kidnapping girls from the bedrooms! Sound an alarm! Get the big guns!"

>>17599527
To the Armory! Eat what you can on the way, we've got martians!

>>17599527

get her to her striker, air cover would be good. also, she can carry more dakka than we can.

>>17599540
Some variants of the black widow were fitted with turbosuperchargers.

>>17599527
Give her a quick run down, offer a pistol. Both of you need to get to the hangar for more dakka.

>>17599527

Give her the Walther too, if she's not yet armed.

>>17599527
Aliens are attacking. scramble. now. And get everyone else up as well

>>17599527
You, come with me.

>>17599527

"What are you doing!?" she wails, understandably upset.

"Uh, don't freak out, but there are aliens in the base."

She promptly freaks out, with all sorts of "GYAAAAH?" and other half-human sounds you suppose must be common modes of communication in Japan. From what little you've seen of it you assume the Japanese language is a hybrid of actual words and a kind of fucked-up morse code, where different pitches of squeals stand for dots and dashes, with a few special-case phrase-squeals thrown in.

It's funny what crosses your mind in situations to horrible to contemplate.

"Can you show me where the hangar is? Your weapons?" The young girl nods, trembling. You thrust the grips of the PPK at her, and she shakes her head. "I - I don't really-"

"Miyafuji, this is an order. We're in combat now," you say. You don't feel much like an officer, but you are expected to lead your aircrew, and this slightly similar. The girl nods, takes the little pistol, and leads you out of the kitchen at a dead gallop.

>>17599527
Ok, sweetheart, time to get armed up! We are up to our eyeballs in aliums.

>>17599527
Bring Miyafuji, perhaps she can provide shielding and be an extra rifle we find them. We don't know how many intruders are around. She's also a medic.

>>17599527

Time to turn this gun run into an escort mission. Two people means double the possible firepower.

send miyafuji to go bail out sanya and bring her back to base.

shits neck deep and rising fast.

>>17599582
follow. if we find a phone, stop and use it to contact the commander

>>17599582
Next stop, Gun City.

>>17599582
You should have taken the sammich.

So, secure dakka, save witches, swat aliums.

>She promptly freaks out, with all sorts of "GYAAAAH?" and other half-human sounds you suppose must be common modes of communication in Japan. From what little you've seen of it you assume the Japanese language is a hybrid of actual words and a kind of fucked-up morse code, where different pitches of squeals stand for dots and dashes, with a few special-case phrase-squeals thrown in.

>>17599582
Get to the hanger and grab a tommy gun. It shall be our dakka.

>From what little you've seen of it you assume the Japanese language is a hybrid of actual words and a kind of fucked-up morse code, where different pitches of squeals stand for dots and dashes, with a few special-case phrase-squeals thrown in.

>>17599631
Shirley has a BAR and Thompson as part of her armament, nick one of those.

>>17599582

The young girl moves like greased lightning, and you're panting in short order. Less then a minute later she's led you outside, and is leading you around the castle walls towards the courtyard in front of the hangar entrance.

As you round one wing of the castle, you see Sean limping towards you, the blonde girl with him. Before you can raise your hand to greet him, a Martian emerges from a high window and drops towards Sean, tentacles extended in all directions like a starfish.

To describe a Martian is an exercise in futility, because no two look exactly alike. Scientists have spent plenty of time arguing the point, but the best guess is they are semiamorphus, extending tentacle-like pseudopods whenever they feel like it.

Suffice it to say that a man-sized mass of tentacle-y facerape is descending towards Sean, and it does not look friendly.

>>17599642
>Nick both of those
>Dual wield
>Wotzaimin.jpg

>>17599642
THOMPSON! Go Chicago typewriter on those alium scum. Write them a story they won't soon forget!

>>17599654
DAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKA!!!!!

>>17599654

Demonstrate the utility of ranged attacks against silly melee fighters.

>>17599654
SHOOT IT IN ZEE HEAD.

>>17599654

SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!SHOOT IT!

>>17599654
Shoot that fucker out of the air like the badass that you are.

>>17599654
Are we at least a decent shot with a handgun?

>>17599654
HIT THE DECK!

Commence fire

>>17599654
>dakkadakkadakkadakkadakkadakka

>>17599678
We are an airman carrying an automatic pistol, if it was just for show we'd have a revolver.

>>17599654
FIREFIREFIRE

>>17599688

We should probably yell for him to get down...

We should put the fear of god into these Martian bastards. Namely the God John Moses Browning.

Then we get to the hanger and some better firepower!

"get down!"bangbangbaagbang

>>17599688
Not necessarily, the 1911 was pretty common issue for aircrew I thought, and by this time revolvers had fallen out of style within the US armed forces somewhat.

>>17599703
I keep imagining them to be pretty big, meaning it's relatively safe to shoot, but we should still yell "watch out!" or soemthing to that effect.

>>17599654

Sean, however, gives zero fucks. Before you can even shout a warning, he's shoved blondie clear and turning to grapple with the alium plummeting towards him from above. It hits with less force then it should, given the distance, and Sean is immediately punching and grappling like a madman.

Thus occupied, he doesn't notice when another alium emerges from the bushes on the shore-side. This one is actually dressed, and one delicate tentacle wields a big, nasty ray-gun of the most Buck Rogerian sort.

You turn, raise your M1911, and empty eight rounds into its rubbery hide in about 1.8 seconds, splattering green ichor all about and putting it down.

>>17599654

Time for some point shooting! Don't even bother with the sights, you're close enough you can just point and shoot! Hurry!

>>17599711
If we were more concerned with how we looked, than with how we shot, we'd have traded up to a classy wheelgun like patton.

>>17599717
Steal alien gun

>>17599654

Big ugly thing, five rounds rapid.

>>17599717
>8 rounds
>We carry with one in the chamber as we should

I like the way you think

>>17599717

Damn. Sean is showing us up. We're the MC! He can't do that!

Get in there and start punching along side him!

>>17599717
Did the alien die? We don't exactly have a reload here. Tell the girl to keep running to the armory, I'm gonna see if I can get all Buck Rogers as well.

>>17599717
> and one delicate tentacle wields a big, nasty ray-gun of the most Buck Rogerian sort.
>one delicate tentacle weilds DELEESHUS LEWT

Loot corpse

>>17599717
Reload gun, but before doing that go help Sean if he needs it. Once the aliums have been taken care of, resume following Jap-tan to the armory.

>>17599717
Steal his shit! Let them taste what they have wrought!

>>17599717
Nick the alien Ray Gun, tell the girls to get to their Strikers and airborne, then help Sean. He's stealing our thunder!

>>17599717

Assuming we're not carrying around any spare munitions I say we make sure the damn ting is dead before going off to find some bigger weapons.

>>17599717
If it bleeds, we can kill it

And now we have a shiny new raygun

>>17599754

We are all out of bullets bro.

>>17599717
Close in on the creature while firing and either finish Seans xenos or cover him until he's through going all RIPANDTEAR.JPG

get that laser gun!

make sure its dead and get to that hanger.

>>17599582
>She promptly freaks out, with all sorts of "GYAAAAH?" and other half-human sounds you suppose must be common modes of communication in Japan. From what little you've seen of it you assume the Japanese language is a hybrid of actual words and a kind of fucked-up morse code, where different pitches of squeals stand for dots and dashes, with a few special-case phrase-squeals thrown in.

Why is this the most accurate description of the Japanese language ever crafted?

>>17599717

At this point the blonde, still wearing nothing but her underwear, lights up like a roman candle, the purple glow of magic outlining her brightly. She winds up with one dainty fist, and swings hard at the Martian grappling with Sean. She manages to put a dainty little hole right in the Martians' blubbery "head," and it rolls of Sean limply, dripping ichor and twitching oddly.

"Nice timing," she says, panting. Despite everything, you find her panting oddly distracting until Miyafuji kicks you in the shin.

Oh, right. Aliums.

"Miyafuji, the hangar!" the other girl says, and all three of you limp towards it.

You get close enough to almost have your head taken off by the Martian crew-served Maser that's been erected in the small courtyard. All three of you yank your heads back in time before your skulls are melted off.

"Fuck me," Sean says by way of commentary.

>wat do?

>>17599793
ヘーーーーーーー!?

LOOT ALIEN RAY GUN

SURPRESSING FIRE

???


SURIVE

>>17599805
See if we can use the ray gun.

>>17599805

We man the fuck up and provide a distraction while everyone else slips by. No time to be the big hero like now!

>>17599805
Grab last Martain's Buck Rogers gun, open fire at crew-served Maser.

>>17599740

Carry single action erry day

"No thanks. There are enough females around."

>>17599805

Tell them to hold... go back and get the raygun.

Machinery doesn't like masers... even if it makes em.

>>17599805
Try to find a different way around.

Fucking with a crew serviced weapon head on sounds like a bad plan.

>>17599805
CHARGE IT! It can't target you all at once! But no, really, find a way around it. A tunnel or something. It IS an old castle.

>>17599805

Go BACK and get the Martian gun.

>>17599805

It's Erica? Awesome! We gonna kick ass now.

pretty sure miyafujikiwakawaka can shield against a teeny tiny CSW.

>>17599805
We stole the alium blaster right? Shoot it with that. If we can't, or didn't steal the blaster, then why the fuck not?

Wait, can't these little freak-girls project magical shields?

Feed the 1911 with the spare mag in the shoulder rig, loot the alien gun. Remember, reload pistol, then secure longgun.

Also, Papa, if you are in WA, I would be willing to take you to the range some time.

be noisy and distracting so the others can get by.

>>17599855
Those things they wear on their legs are power boosters, I'm not too sure how powerful they are without them.

>>17599805
Base commander, Y U NO side door?

get raygun
let miyafuji get her shield on.
use raygun to cut taxes
wait no, i mean shoot aliens.

>>17599827
I carry an FNP in SA

I keep wanting to get a 1911 but rifles are my fetish, and pic related is what I'm going to build myself as soon as I'm out of MI.

"We go around," Erica says immediately. "This is our turf, we know it better."

She's got a point, and none of you are ready to argue with a Maser emplacement. Masers are nasty motherfuckers; because radiation of any sort has a nasty way of leeching through a Witches shields. It can be blocked entirely with special effort, and is rarely immediately lethal, but with so few Witches in the air, an eventual kill is just as good for the Martians. The masers are relatively new; before that they were trying to bake Witches through their shields with heat-rays.

Which is exactly what the Martian you just shot was wielding. The sally port Erica leads you to is right near where the first shots were fired. You gingerly pluck the heat-ray from the Martian's dead tentacle.

"Are you fucking MAD?" Sean breathes, tensing as if he's ready to either punch you out or dive for cover. "You know what they do with those things!"

"Fucking EXACTLY," you state. Sean catches your meaning after a second, and gives you a look that says 'not when I'm anywhere near you, you crazy fucker.'

Well, actually he says it out loud, but there's also a look. To enforce the matter.

>>17599918

Examine carefully. we don't wanna press the small red button on the bottom.

>>17599918

Make sure we point it the right way...

>>17599927
you mean this one?

>>17599918

Time to fry some aliums.

>>17599891
>FNP

soniamproud.jpg

>MI

Oh lawd. Can't have any of those SHORT BARRELS in the glorious Mosquito Marsh, can we.

I'm in SE Michigan, corners of Washtenaw, Wayne, Oakland, Livingston. Yee-haw.

>>17599862
Nah, MI unfortunately so no delicious SBRs for me. Though it's funny, because my AKM with a romy folding stock counts as a handgun so I roll around with it in my trunk whenever I have to visit family in Detroit. Most of my gun budget feeds my AR now, though. If I was in WA I'd take you up on the offer.

polite sage for unrelated

>>17599918
Examine it, figure out which button makes it kill what I want it to kill, then start shooting.

>>17599918
>wehaveamelta.jpg

>>17599942
Holy hell, I have a lot of family near there.

Sadly no glorious SBRs, but hey, at least we can get suppressors now, so that's something at least. I don't understand why they wouldn't just make all NFA items legal.

>>17599966
You mean:
>HoHoHonowIhaveamelta.

>>17599918
HIDDEN MOVEMENT

>>17599989
I was going to point out how meltaweapons and masers are different, but fuckit, let's melt some bitches.

>>17599918
Tell him to get a move on. We are too light on weaponry to be picky. MOVE! Witches to save, aliums to bake.

>>17599918
Go. Hunt. Kill Alium.

>>17599918
look for any controls on it

>>17599918
"Now I have a ray gun, ho ho ho"

>>17599918

Entering the castle again, Erica leads you through a series of dusty, under-used corridors. In the distance, you hear the muted barks of sporadic rifle fire.

"The engineers," Erica guesses grimly.

"Pinned down," Sean says. "They'll be fine. Hold'em by the nose, rape 'em in the-"

"How can you say such things so casually!?" Miyafuji squealyowls.

"It's easy, I open my mouth and fucking say it!" Sean says, irritated.

Ahead... Erica? Her name comes back to you from the early afternoon, when you were introduced in the lounge. Anyway, she jerks to a sudden halt at an intersection, turns to one side, and hollers. "MINNA!"

Poking your head around the corner, you see Minna, back to the double-doors of the briefing room, still dressed in her shirt and... well, her shirt, holding up an impressive shield against three Martians armed with... pokey stick things and one is, unbelievably, wielding a fucking sap.

That's when Sean shoves past you at a dead run, hands open and eager and ready.

>>17600019
I also really wouldn't have given a rat's ass.

>>17600035
christ, sean is manly as hell.

>>17600035
What the fuck Sean, learn to be a goddamn team player, you're acting like a pilot.

>>17600035
LEEEROOOOY JENNNKINS!

>>17600035
point ray gun at aliums, press a random button

>>17600035
I like the cut of Sean's jib.

>>17600035
>sean

>>17600049

Scream this.

>>17600035
Why haven't we blasted the aliums yet?

>>17600071

Because Sean?

Time to fry some alium. If there is an obvious trigger on this gun thing, use it.

Remember, theme song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SdSj0_Fd4ds

>>17600035
ITS ALIUM BLASTIN TIME! "SEAN, TAKE COVER!"

seeing how the weapon is tentacle operated, i am guessing it'll be a button or a squeeze mechanism rather than a trigger

>>17600065

also get in the fight. with the regular gun inside aint the best place for a heat ray id wager.

>>17600035

Sean charges for a huge glass display case hung on the wall near the doors of the briefing room, not ten feet away from the Martians menacing Minna. You have no fucking idea why, but the goddamn thing is filled with a wide assortment of bladed massacre and mayhem. Sean presses both palms against the glass and shoves sideways with a grunt of brute strength, breaking the flimsy lock.

A Martian spins in a pinwheel of tentacles and is almost upon him when Sean himself spins, a basket-hilted broadsword in his hands. The steel flashes, and the alium retreats minus two tentacles.

Something barks from the hallway behind you and you go down hard as Erica hits you from behind, pancaking you to the floor. You squirm forward desperately as something fires at you again from the hallway behind you.

Miyafuji is pressed against the wall, shaking like a leaf, the Walther wandering about aimlessly. Erica is eyeing the display case and the chaos further down the hall near Minna, deciding her move.

What about yours?

>>17600035
Let's shoot stuff. Melta or conventional, don't matter if it makes aliums die.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kyXz6eMCj2k

>>17600117
USE MELTA ON ALIENS

Followed by

GET YE FLASK

>>17600117
Shoot the ray gun. If we don't know, just start pressing buttons while it's pointed at them.

>>17600117
get shooty

>>17600117
Roll over and see what's shooting us from behind. If they're hostile, open up with the heat ray since there shouldn't be any friendlies back there to hamper our aim.

And tell Miyafuji to get her shit together and at least provide some covering fire with that pistol.

>>17600117
SHOOT ALIUMS! ALL OF THEM!!

Also, "Miyafuji! Front sight on the alien! You can do it!"

shoot behind us, away from our buddies, with the melta.

>>17600117
shoot and get Miyafuji to at least try

>>17600117

How many buttons are on the gun anyway? Can't be more than, like, five. A safe, a firing stud, a mode selector, a way to adjust the sights, and a self-destruct.

1-in-5 instant death is ok with me!

>>17600117
Shoot that alien bastard a new asshole on its face. Find new alien bastard. Repeat.

Then have a heartwarming victory celebration with the witches whose lives we've just saved.

>>17600154
>>17600167
>>17600171
>>17600174

Miya isn't going to snap out of it just because you yell at her.

She needs something to clear her mind of terror.

As corny as it sounds, why don't we hum a few bars? Something to stablize and clear her mind.

And hope she doesn't just put a few in our spine for bouncing her.

>>17600117
FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODS START BLASTING THE ALIUMS WITH OUR MELTA RAY GUN!

Sean is OUT ALPHA-ING US! Remember, we be the KING OF NO FUCKS GIVEN!

>>17600117
Melt xenos, and also try to get Jap-tan to grow a spine.

>>17600219
Hum a few bars?

>>17600219
Yo-a-Yo.

>>17600221

stop giving a fuck about how hard we dont give a fuck. thats a contradiction, and a rather sad one at that.

sean gives less fucks? who gives a fuck??

but we probably should be shooting, yeah.

>>17600240
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qMp3ogAJGUc

>>17600150
>>17600143
>>17600132
>>17600126

"How many behind us!?" you ask Erica.

"Fucktons!" she exclaims, then says something extremely colorful in German by way of commentary.

Witches can beat the shit out of nearly anybody barehanded, with enough expenditure of magic, but there's not a damn thing you can do about the melee by the briefing room with a pistol and a heat-ray.

That leaves the imminent aliumrush from behind. "Miyafuji, cover me!"

"Wh-what?"

"COVER me, you fuckwit!"

"O-okay," she says uncertainly, readying the PPK.

"As fucking IF," you say, eyeing the tiny pistol. With no time to explain, you seize the tiny girl and sling her under one arm, then charge into the hallway, high wide and handsome.

Instantly a fullisade of automatic fire comes pounding down the hallway, and even a few small rockets, but they all explode harmlessly on Miyafuji's shield. Miyafuji is busy screaming, at you and the aliums and everything else. You angle for a window alcove on one side of the hallway. The mass of Martian tentacles surge forward eagerly, then dart into nearby doorways just as you reach the alcove, probably anticipating return fire.

"What the why you son of a duck!" Miyafuji howls at you, pounding her hands on your leg until you drop her on the window-seat.

"Sorry," you say. "Now shut the fuck up and cover your ears." You jerk the alien heat-ray out of your belt, and prepare for your ploy.

>>17600219
Sanya is the one we bounced, not Miyafuji.

>>17600219
Perhaps not, but we haven't the time, spare attention, nor inclination to coddle her in the middle of a fight. If the shout of "Front sight on alien" is heard, and she doesn't slap the trigger too bad, it will at least put a hole in one of the damn things.

>>17600251

F5F5F5F5

>>17600251
We're gonna have to get her a god damn teddy bear or some shit after pulling this

On a side note
Cleanse and purge

>>17600262

Miyafuji was in the plane sanya was escorting, If its the trip from the anime.

>>17600251

"ARE YOU CRAZY!?" Miyafuji says, seeing you draw the ray. "THEY EXPLODE!"

"No fucking shit," you say. You take a good flinging stance, pull the trigger of the heat-ray, and twist at the hip, flinging the weapon as far down the hallway as physically possible. You were damn good with the discus in high school athletics, and your toss just manages to reach the position of the alium squad.

Martian weapons are as strange, varied, and incomprehensible as everything else about the miserable bastards. Their weapons operate on mostly-identifiable physical properties, but their power sources are a mystery, as well as their safe operation. At first it was assumed that exploding alium heat-rays were a booby-trap, but now they think the aliens regulate the power sources with psionics or some shit like that.

You don't know and don't care. All you know is, their weapons explode with impressive force when humans fuck with them.

Just like this one does.

>>17600251
Mean as fuck but hilarious as all hell. Well worth it.

Guys, about all we can rely on Miyafuji for is a shield. Now's not the time to try to get her to shoot things unless she's in the air.

>>17600318

FRAG OUT!

>>17600318
FIRE IN THE HOLE!

>>17600318
OK, that was cool. So, with the Alium bumrush squad wiped, are we going to go check on the Melee back in the briefing room?

>>17600318

>>17600318
Excellent. Mop up survivors with that PPK.

>>17600251

>son of a duck

>>17600318
Get miyu to climb onto our back instead of us holding her under our arm and have her give us the pistol while she focuses her magic

>>17600318

>>17600318
So basically, we don't have a melta, we have a plasma gun.

That always rolls ones.

We should get a baby carrying harness and put her in it.

We shall become the dreadknight.

>>17600318
>ARE YOU CRAZY?!

we should have responded "YES AND THATS THE ONLY WAY THIS COULD WRK!"

>>17600318

Are we crazy?

Fuck yeah we're crazy.

>>17600318
>Are you crazy!?

"I'm a pilot!"

take the pistol back from useless, and get back to the melee.

>>17600318
>>17600402

Seconding that, Miyafuji won't get anything done with it that we wouldn't do better.

Take back the pistol

Ok, now time to continue with swatting aliens, aquiring dakka, and saving witches.

Status of present combatants?

>strap witches all over plane

impenetrable flying fortress of martian demise

>>17600318

The area down the hall simply ceases to exist. The blast blows down the hall, leaving you and Miyafuji mostly unmolested in the recessed window alcove. After a few seconds, you poke your head out and verify that the aliens are dead as shit.

You whoop like a red injun. "SPIN ON IT, XENOS!" Latching onto Miyafuji's shoulder, you drag her back down the hallway at a dead run, hoping all your friends are still alive.

They are, though not in the best of shape. Minna is sitting on the floor, dazed, and you see she's had the shit kicked out of her, with a lump on her skull and blood trickling from her mouth. Erica is kneeling by her, and Sean stands over them, the basket-hilted broadsword held ready in one hand.

"Minna!" Miyafuji cries out, horrified.

"Let's lock her in the briefing room. Me and Miyafuji can still do something if we get to the hangar."

"You're doing okay already," Sean notes.

Erica shakes her head. "Wasteful. Too much magic for too little damage. There's a reason we use weapons!"

"The engineers, are they armed?"

"Sidearms, a few rifles," Minna groans from the floor. "Military. Everybody has a gun. 'Cept Miyafuji. Dumbass."

Miyafuji looks flustered, but says nothing.

>Actions?

>>17600434
Oh god, someone is going suggest strapping witches to the YB-40, someone is going to mention the B-25, and then we are going to get back to the sidewinder capacity of the B-52.

>>17600457

Lets just get that last one out of the way.

Let's give it an nice round number like 9001 and leave it there.

>>17600457
>sidewinde capacity of a B-52

well, we could solve that argument if we knew the interior dimensions of a B52 bomb bay and the dimensions of a sidewinder missile

>>17600457

Exactly how many Sidewinders could you reasonably expect a B52 to fire in one go anyway?

>>17600439

Kick ass and fly planes, and we're 'mostly' out of planes.

Gather all available witches, head to the armory.

>>17600439
Lets get those witches in the air so they can do what they do best.

Then we take Sean and try and link up with the Engineers. They seem to be our best bet to beat back this raid.

>>17600476
all of them if you have them wait until they are free of the bomb bay before activating.

well, weight wise, I remember a someone calculating the b52 could hold upwards of 300 sidewinders, but we need to know the volume

Wait...

WHERE THE FLYING FUCK IS IAN!?

>>17600511
Obviously Ian is a martian in disguise.

>>17600511
Sleeping

>>17600439
Suggest Erica, Miyafuji, and yourself all take a sword, and take that gun away from Miyafuji. She's useless with it.

>>17600511

presumably back fighting the aliens in the dormatories. or maybe still asleep. or dead.

also, get miyafujis gun and get those witches to the hanger.

>>17600511

Doing what he does best.

>>17600439
Miyafuji helps Minna keep up, Sean, Erica, and ourselves should take point. We've got a group put together, so our focus should be on finding the other witches and mounting an organized counteroffensive.

Sad as it is to say, the mechanics can be replaced. Witches, however, are in high demand and short supply. Failure to ensure their safety is not an option. We lose witches and it's a strategic defeat.

we must go X Com on these fuckers and use there tech on our plane!

>>17600439
Link up with the engineers, get witches to the hangar.

>>17600475
>>17600502

Sounds like a question for
>>>/k/

>>17600558
Given their shit explodes, NOPE. Unless we can bomb martians with exploding glocks or something.

>>17600502
1042 cubic feet, according to janes, per citation from forumfag

But back to work! Get airplane pants, find engineers, save witches.

>>17600488
>>17600521
>>17600523
>>17600537
>>17600524

"Let's arm up, then," you say. "Miyafuji, let me have the gun. You focus on shielding us, okay?"

She nods, looking much more sure of herself. Protecting people comes to her more naturally then attacking, it seems. You tuck it in your waistband - you hate PPKs, but it's still more ammo. You don't exactly go around with a bandolier of 1911 magazines, after all.

Erica picks a smallish-looking mace from the case. It makes a nasty whistling as it whispers through the air. "Always wanted to try these out," she says with relish.

You pull Sean aside. "Now?"

"Witches in the air," he says.

"Before all else," you agree. You share a dark look between yourselves, an understanding as to what "all else" entails, and clap each other on the shoulder briefly before continuing on. Minna, though staggered and bleeding, insists on coming along, and her voice still carries command presence. She does not, however, try to command - probably understanding that there's little to be done at the moment besides get back into the struggle.

>>17600502
did some googling...
b52 bomb bay is 2.5m in diameter ~40% of the length of the plane (50m), which gets us ~100m^2 of capacity

sidewinders clock in @ 3m long and 150 mm in diameter, so ~.20 m^2 apiece

so (assuming we can get the fins to overlap somehow) 300 should be possible >:3

>>17600553

hell, if the 501st takes serious losses the defense of Britain is doubtful. we dont wanna be running this show from south africa/ good old liberon.

>>17600612
Modify fins to be flat against the body until deployed.
However, a B-52 is kinda smalltime.
Let's see what we can do if we combine it with an AWACs plan.

>>17600607

Take point! Show em you ain't afraid on no aliums.

>>17600484
This is a ground game now. Our priorities need to be focused on high-value objectives. Each witch is strategically valuable, so our tactical imperative is to locate them and regroup. Once we're confident that we've freed/recovered all of them, we can sweep the area and eliminate any remaining threats.

To my mind, given what's valuable to the overall war effort, that's the only way to go.

>>17600607
We should grab a blade as well
Bound to run out of ammo sooner or later

>>17600672
Grab some glocknades as well from the dead aliums.

>>17600648
If we see any on the way to the hanger we should help them, but I think getting a few more guns than a single pistol would be wise before we start running around the entire base.

>>17600607

They take you right inside the hangar.

As you step into the shadowed recesses of the cavernous hangar, a Martian sweeps your legs from under you with one tentacle and brings a heavy club whistling towards your head. A swift jerk of your skull is the only thing that saves it from being split open like a melon, but the tentacle soon winds about your legs and drags you across the cold concrete floor. From the screams and shouts you know the Witches are similarly grappled and helpless.

And then you hear someone singing, deep and strong.

Your 1911 is lost in the darkness, but you can still feel the PPK bruising your appendix. The alien hauls you closer, its club - clubs - raised and poised, waiting till it can pin you down and stop playing whack-a-human. You were waiting till you had a target. The PPK flashes from your waistband and the gun empties itself into the Martians head with a single squeeze of the trigger.

Well, that's a fucking PPK for you.

>>17600630
AIM-9X has clipped surfaces and a lock on after launch ability, to allow it to be fired from the weapons bays stealth aircraft.

>>17600612
/k/ over in >>/k/10581922 calculate about 77 of them

>>17600695
...Fuck. Acquire replacement dakka, kill all remaining xenos, guard Witches until they're airborne.

>>17600695
Untangle our legs and draw out the blade that we (i hope) grabbed and go all medieval on dem aliums

>>17600695
Take stock of how everyone else is fairing and then help whoever is closest. Grabbing any dakka that's close by would help.

B-but I lurve my ppk...

glad we got the sidewinder/b52 situation solved

>>17600774
Now, let's calculate the number of witches we can strap to a p-61

>>17600774
we have two wildly separate numbers. it is hardly solved

>>17600695
>And then you hear someone singing, deep and strong.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vb4GVykiuNA

>>17600798
We have 300 by weight and an upper limit of 77 by bomb bay volume.

Answer is 77.

MOVING. ON.

theres guns in the hanger. big dangerous ones. get loose and get one.

>>17600798

yeah I'm checking out the /k/ thread.

I imagine we would be well shielded with maybe 6 or so witches

>>17600695

You scoot under a nearby table, hoping to buy time to reorient. The strong baritone singing grows louder, and you see Sean standing in front of Erica, who's picking herself up off the floor. A few severed tentacles and a discarded club lie nearby, and before Sean stand two taught, tense Martians, hovering at about torso height on most of their tentacles. They each wield two long double-pronged pokey things, held out before them menacingly.

Behind them, you see Minna twitching senselessly on the ground, and with sudden, awful horror you put a few things together.

They're using cattle prods, which means Sean's in trouble.

It also means they're here to capture.

Both Martians lunge for Sean at the same time, and then you see something you never, ever expected from Sean.

Grace.

The big Irish lout moves faster then a scaled cat with rollerskates, the basket-hilted blade sweeping the Martian prods aside. Nonetheless, they drive him back, towards you, and the remaining Martians are between the girls and their Striker units.

>action?

>>17600848
SNEAK ATTACK

>>17600819
The B-52 has pylons, so you could fit a few more there.

Probably about 30, for 100 total

>>17600848
Equip CLUB. Use on XENOS.

>>17600848

Grab that club and go caveman on their asses!

>>17600848
Pick up one of the alium bludgeons, beat the piss out of the survivors.

>>17600848

circle wide. grab that club. help sean.

>>17600848
...Sean's... a fencer?

Get into your plane. Attempt to shoot down the alien retrieval units.

>>17600860
2nd

>>17600895
Our plane is so trashed, I don't even think we could get it to start, let alone take off on a single engine.

>>17600895
Plane's still busted, remember? Martians filled the port engine full of holes.

>>17600895
plane is busted to hell man, remember?

>>17600919
Although, the turret may still have ammo...

inb4 even the clubs explode

>>17600848
PURGE XENO SCUM.

Seriously, clubs, cattle prods, staplers, desk pens, whatever.

It's either the club or your swinging schlong at this point, and Minna would object to you wielding the latter in front of the girls.

>>17600895
I wouldn't call it a plane right now, it's more like a vaguely-plane-shaped object, clearly too trashed to be of any use.

>>17600928
...Mother of God, that actually makes sense. Now the question is, can the turrets fire while cold?

>>17600942
Still has a turret with 4 gassed up Ma Deuces in it. The Hispano Suzas are dry, but if pistols have been effective, full on machine guns would be more so.

Shouldn't the turret still work?

>>17600964

its motorized. so probably no.

go for the club.

>>17600968

Except they are dorsal mount... They can't traverse -. We could catch anything far away, but we have a blind spot perfect for two or three martans to cook us alive.

>>17600883
>>17600882
>>17600880
>>17600868

You can't find your gun, Sean is outnumbered and overmatched, and oh FUCK IT. You snatch the dead Martian's club off the floor and rush the enemy. Sean might have some cool war song or whatever, but you're less erudite.

"BADGERFUCKER SHITLICKEERRRzzaaZZASHahahalwkrrrrr" you scream incoherently as your headlong madman charge is met with the end of one of the stun prods.

Everything goes hazy after that, but you hear somebody bellow "FAUGH A BALLAUGH MOTHERFUCKERS!" and then, for as much of it as you're aware, there's nothing but horrid, alien screams, green ichor, and some blood. You cach glimpses of Sean, roaring and raging, lashing out with his fist and his blade, wading through the tentacles and the flailing stun-prods, moving like a furious hurricane.

You come around in a minute or two to find Sean slumped against an engineer's workbench, breathing raggedly, soaked in green ichor and a little of his own blood. The aliens lay all around him, hacked into pieces. Miyafuji and Erica are slipping into their Striker Units and slinging their weaponry.

>>17600964
>>17600968
>>17600980

Fire, perhaps, but the turret itself needs electricity to move.

>>17600964
We fly without heating on a regular basis, you'd have to be reaching temperatures near absolute zero to keep that chemical reaction from happening.
>>17600968
Have you ever seen an M2 up close? There's a reason it's mounted, no human could wield it.

>>17600968

I actually thought about that, but the dorsal turret can't depress far enough to shoot at ground targets. I should know, it was the first model I ever built~

>>17600989
Holy fuck Sean is olev.

>>17601002
...
Trude could.

>>17601007
It wouldn't be able to if the plane was level.
Our nose gear folded, remember?

>>17600989
How the hell do we fit his massive balls in our plane?

>>17600989
well then, I guess we cover them till they get off the ground and then head back into the breach.

>>17600989

Ah shit, we cleared the way!

Cleared that way good.

>>17601017
I mean unpowered humans.

>>17601022
none of our balls fit in the plane. we just fly around with three giant skinbags hanging out the bottom of the plane.

>>17600989
How bad is Sean hurt? Find a first aid kit if we have to, then acquire dakka and head for armory.

lets check on sean, grab some guns, and head back for the witch dormitories. we cant let em get wiped.

>soaked in green ichor and a little of his own blood
Add to our already frightful state by affixing detached alien limbs to ourselves. It's time to scare the shit out of some Martians.

>>17601007
Ok then. This is a limey base, so their had ought to be a Bren or at LEAST a sten around here somewhere. A glorified stick is not going to cut it. Tell Shawn: We are going to have to get ourselves a whole cask of whiskey after we empty out this base.

Next course of action: Find Sanya, find Mio. We need to secure these high value targets, yesterday.

>>17600989

You dash to Sean, but he just holds up a palm to indicate he needs no help. He doesn't look up at you, however - he seems utterly drained.

Erica says something to Miyafuji, shoots you a wicked grin, and then fires up her Striker, tearing out of the hangar like vengeance itself. You hear horrified alium sounds from the courtyard, and then something like octopi in a blender.

You find your 1911 on the floor, and then stagger over to Minna. She manages to focus her eyes on you, even though her limbs are still twitching a bit.

"Be right back," you tell her, and go in search of heavier firepower.

You find it. "Come to PAPA," you breathe, finding a heavy rifle near a racked Striker with the name "Merlin" painted on the side. You cradle the Browning Automatic Rifle tenderly, like a father with his firstborn. And on the table nearby, you find a pistol belt with two more 1911 magazines, which you swiftly steal.

Sean seems spent, and Minna can barely move. You, on the other hand, are now at the peak of your meager infantryman potential.

>Wat do?

>>17601082

What do?

Search and destroy.

>>17601082
ask our CO for orders.

no seriously, she needs to know that while we might be a jack ass we will follow orders given during combat

>>17601082
Cover Jap-tan and Minna until they're airborne, then guard Sean until he's mobile again. From there, plan next move.

>>17601082

head back to the witchy dormitories. they are by far the most important things on the base.

also, Ians probably there and we dont want him to die either.

>>17601082
Defend the hanger.

>>17601082
Guard the door and watch over on Sean and Minna. It's a bad idea to go outside.

>>17601082
Give Sean the 1911 to guard the hanger, and head back to the castle

>>17601082
Surely John Moses Browning is smiling down on us from Valhalla

>>17601082

Well now that we've got some real firepower we need to make sure Minna isn't seriously hurt. Sean seems fine, though.

Maybe check on the engineers?

>>17601082

are those two in decent positions or exposed?

if we are going to seek out more witches, we should move them to concealed positions so they can do overwatch on the doors

>>17601102
I tentatively second this motion

>>17601082
First this:
>>17601078
then castle

>>17601113
This.

>>17601082
Ask Minna where the other witches might try to rally if they were caught by surprise. A hardass like her has to have drilled for this.

Then we go there and kill anything that isn't human.

>>17601082
I wouldn't call it stealing, since there is the intent to return it.

Considering the situation.... I think we should defend the hangar. Minna and Sean are spent, they can't fight anything, and the hangar is where the girls keep their gear. I really want to head back to the castle, but I don't want to have to fight something every time I escort a witch back to the hangar.

>>17601102
>>17601128
I might say yes, except that the chain of command isn't really clear, since we're in separate units (even if we are liaising), and either way, she's not in any condition to be thinking all that clearly.

>finding a heavy rifle near a racked Striker with the name "Merlin" painted on the side
Must be Yeager's. P-51 and all.

Find a medic/corpsman/doctor anything.

>>17601082
We have to get Sean and Minna to somewhere secure, then find the other Witches and get them to their Strikers.

>>17601102

Yeah this is her command, get orders, kill aliens.

>>17601170

she just flew off with erica...

Guard the hangar. If a xeno wanders in and destroys the remaining Striker units while we're out playing escort, I am going to be very pissed.

Given the stuns rods and all, this almost seems like being on the other end of an XCOM raid.

check for engineers, build up a ground team

Fuck defending the hangar. There's nothing in there that can't be replaced. Only equipment. It may be expensive, fancy equipment, but it's junk when balanced against the value of even one human life.

People, specifically the witches, are our top priority.

Link up with the Engineers and sweep the base.

throwing my weight in behind asking for orders. we know we're gonna be placed under her command eventually, and she IS the ranking officer here

>>17601229
No Striker units=no Witches in the sky=no air superiority. Without the Strikers a witch is just another body on the ground.

gather group of engineers/people who can walk, arm them and roll through the castle picking up people as you go, snowballan and murderan. Or maybe get to a certain number and split up, stopping your group from becoming surrounded.

Don't Neuroi explode in a sort of Death Star-like fashion when destroyed?

You spin on your heel to head out and do... what, again? You're terrified, furious, weary and trembling with battle rage all at the same time. This isn't your turf, literally or metaphorically, and it's not even your command.

You kneel near Minna. "Commander," you say, snapping your fingers over her eyes. She blinks, dazedly focusing on you. "Miyafuji and Erica are airborne. We're in the hangar."

"The others?" she says, dazed.

"They were ambushed in their beds. Dragged out."

She gasps, eyes widening, and manages to struggle into a sitting position. "They've been captured. They're taking them away. Away!"

You grab her hand and try to pull her upright, but her feet slip clumsily on the concrete and she just dangles. Slinging the BAR, you use both arms to sling her to her feet. "Orders?" you ask her.

"Smash and grab," she says. She's speaking a bit disjointedly, but you take the meaning. The Martians will be leaving with their prizes, and soon.

"Breasts bike," Minna slurs.

"The fuck?"

"Big breasted BITCH, the bike, you fuck," she slurs drunkenly, leaning against you. She whimpers clutching at her head. "Charlotte. Merlin. Motorbike."

You glance back at the Striker bay you just looted, and sure enough, there's a motorcycle. Supporting Minna, you both rush to it.

"You know how?" Minna says, nodding at the bike. You shoot her a sardonic look - as if fighter pilots drive *cars.* Indeed. You hand her your 1911 and secure the BAR across your chest before slinging onto the motorcycle and kickstarting it, gunning the engine with pure primal glee...

>>17601256
Right, after reading this I have changed my mind to leave half of the engineers to cover the hangar, then take the rest and >>17601258

>>17601214

I must have a more /a/ish crowd in here. I'm shocked nobody shouted GLOCKNADE the instant the lead character tossed it, much less missed the MUST RESEARCH ALIUM WEAPON bit.

>>17601282
AWWWW SHIT

>>17601282
>as if fighter pilots drive *cars.*
hahahaha

>>17601282
Motorcycles and pilots. Like peanut butter and chocolate.


could we fire he BAR while driving?

>>17601256
Without the witches, the Strikers are useless. Strikers can be replaced. Witches can't.

Priorities.

>>17601282
Oh hells to the yes, we're going to be utterly badass!

Er, more utterly badass

>>17601297

Oh I was tempted to shout glocknade, but it wasn't made of enough plastic.

But here's a better question, how many glocknades can we load and drop from a B-52?

Lets see if she can take our over-bravery.

>>17601268
We're not fighting neuroi here, and the death ash always seemed harmless anyways.

>>17601329
Don't even start.

>>17601297
cough
>>17600581

>>17601329
...should I ask /k/ again?

>>17601282
I hope we don't break her bike, Charlotte is one of the nicer witches.

>>17601297
There's going to be enough dead aliens for us to get research materials from their corpses when this is all done.
And I want that crew-serviced maser intact so that we can learn how to put one on our Widow's turret.

But for now, let's tear out of here, find the aliens who took the other witches, and kill them all.

>>17601282
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1wN5RMWPixc

>>17601297

your threads got linked in the strike witches IRC so yeah, a little /a/ in here now.

'snot so bad though. those kids are alright.

>>17601282
does minna have one of those ear radios on her? can we get in contact with our air cover?

>>17601297
I was tempted, but decided against it in favor of tactical discussion. That said, let's get our search-and-rescue mission underway.

>>17601358
I have to wonder what goes in an IRC dedicated to Strike Witches would be like.

A thought occurs: how do you refuel a witch mid-flight?

I'm not 100% sure I want the answer.

>>17601385

Hand them a juice box?

Oh.. You mean the striker units.
...
Juicebox?

>>17601394
Both, it's not like they can get a complete refuel out of a juice box.

Guys, the thread is auto-saging. We need a new one.

>>17601385

Strikers seem light enough that you could just have a witch land in a mothership like a converted bomber and swap sets in relative comfort.

>>17601329
well, if we go with two glocks forming a kind of square, the dimensions would be 6.77 in by 4.76 in by 1.26 for a total volume of 40.92 in per two glocks

multiply the interior of a bomb bay (1043 cubic feet) by 12 to get cubic inches we get 12516 in^3

divide them and we get 305 pairs which is 610 glocknades

>Strike Witches: Bridge over the rivier Kawaii aka "But how many can we fit in a B52?"

Recharge the witches.

>>17601419

strikers dont have fuel in them. the witches power the things directly with their magic.

when they're out they're out.

>>17601385
It's magic, they ain't gotta explain shit

>>17601400

Huh... Whataya know

It's just a magic-tech generator paired with an engine. They could fly it till they passed out from magic use.

So juicebox was right in the first place.

>>17601282

"Hold on tight, Minna," you say, completely serious. Like everything mechanical, loud, fast and hated by conscientious mothers, you immediately love the motorcycle, and feel an instant kinship with it. Twisting the throttle viciously, you pop a wheelie leaving the hangar, roaring past the pureed remains of the Martian maser crew. When your front wheel comes down again you lean into a steep turn to circle the castle and approach the dormitory wing, gunning the engine for even more power to keep the rear wheel digging for traction. Straightening, you unleash the obviously modified engine, reveling in the deep, mean, throaty roar. Minna hangs on for dear life, her arms tight around your waist and her face pressed into your back.

You don't mind that, not one bit.

Rounding the side of the building, you find the entire eastern side of the island engulfed in the flames of war. Men with rifles and submachine guns lurk behind bushes or crouch behind rocks, popping up to fire now and then. From the shore-side of the island come Martian fire, screeching rockets and and the occasional maser or heat-ray beam lighting up the sky.

"Ten O'Clock!" Minna shouts, and looking, you see Sakamoto crouching behind a low stone wall near the area you saw the Witches using for outdoor training the day previous. Roaring towards it, you turn the bike sideways and halt yourself with a completely unnecessary, showy skid.

God DAMN you love fast stuff.

"Sakamoto, you magnificent thieving bitch hot DAMN!" you exclaim. "What now?"

Sakamoto shoves on Minna's back, forcing you up onto the fuel tank a bit, then sits on the scant seat thus cleared. "NO TIME!" she bellows. "THE SHIP, DRIVE!"

"No rush, they're not going anywhere," you say. As if on cue, you hear the chatter of automatic fire from the sky as Miyafuji and Erica begin their strafing runs.

"Oh," she says, mollified. "Well, they're pinned, then. What now?"

>What, indeed?

Back to the hangar, unload Sakamoto. Take the long way, we might run into some aliums.

New thread is what.

>>17601455
>give one of the the BAR
CALVALRY!

AT THE READY!

COMMENCE CHARGE!

>>17601358
>your threads got linked in the strike witches IRC so yeah, a little /a/ in here now.

Hell yes. I was happy when I saw that Makoda Quest thread that migrated between /a/ and /tg/. /a/ deserves Quest threads, they're fun people.

>>17601410

Noted; next update.

>>17601455
Get Sakamoto into the air. The more witches we have providing air cover, the better our chances of winning this.

>>17601455
WHAT SHIP?

>>17601455
Get Sakamoto to her Striker unit, then find where aliens have taken the other witches, round up some of the ground crew, and mount a rescue.

>God DAMN you love fast stuff.

YES.

>>17601455
Drive by martian positions really fucking fast with Sakamoto slashing shit we pass by.

>>17601455
We have a motorcyle, and a mission.
LETS SAVE THE WITCHES, get some ENGINEERS and prepare a three pronged mission to recover the witches. This is a smash and grab operation

(Also oh god I had a horrible thought. We might have to fight a Super Essex class, since the Yamato should be in Japan in this part of the timeline.)

we should find Ian. hes part of our crew and therfore our responsibility. drive towards the sounds of heaviest fighting i guess.

Fire support for the engineers. You're carrying the biggest stick compared to their rifles and SMGs.

GOTTA GO FAST!

NEW THREAD:

>>17601600

new thread

>>17601600