The frigid evening wind tears at you as you plummet towards the titanic Martian Dreadnought. Your shield sparks and flares as it absorbs the tremendous punishment that the alien AA is dishing out , draining your magic reserves and jolting your arm, but all it accomplishes is a reminder that the men behind you will die if you let up. The alien ship grows in your sight as you drop, and you twist slightly to align it in the center of your view; you only have one chance this. You can not mess this up.Your earbud comes to life. “Kent! We are all clear! Breaking off!” “Roger that, good luck and godspeed..” You mumble. How does this bloody thing pick up your voice anyways?“You'll need it more then me!” The pilot retorts, radio cracking as he leaves the LZ.“This is going to be rough” you think to yourself, as you swing your legs under you and pull the ripcord.
>>19585502As you float down, you risk a quick look overhead, relieved to see your troops following in formation as best they can. A rocket detonates on your shield, calling your attention back to the task at hand. You straighten your legs out, relaxing your joints to lessen the damage. With an ear-splitting CLANG, you land striker first onto the foul machine. You release the buckles of your harness, dropping it to the hull of the ship, while giving you more mobility. A few seconds pass before your fellow witches land, ditching their harnesses in a similar manner. As more and more of your paratroopers land, the battle above heats up, with Hawker hurricanes slugging it out with the more nimble martian needle fighters, with mid-air explosions lighting up the night like flares.“Break off Tommy, ve kan handle dem!” Barks though the radio as you see the distinct glow of a witch's magical radar.While staring at the fight above, the pioneers have gotten to work setting satchel charges onto what looks like the seam of the interlocking hexagon plates that make up the exterior hull....
>>19585518Climbing down into the new door you installed for the Martians in the hull, you finally get a good look around....You stand in a long hexagonal hallway, well lit, with little clearance while wearing your strikers. About 60 ft each way in the hallway lies a tough looking bulkhead, with some doorways spaced far apart on each side.Current List of shit you have>Sidearm, Knife, 6pdr rifle, 4x 280mm spigot mortar rounds (Because real grenades are for communsits!)>Lt Lita Ilomäki – Assaultgun witch, short 75mm gun, and CQC weapons>Lt Ema Tarczay – Another god damn Assautgun witch with 105mm howitzer and some smallarms>63 or so assorted SAS, German Para-pioneers and some Russian Assault Engineers>17 commandos who didn't make itWhat do you do?(Sorry for the delay,all three people who read my lovely quest, I blame Kotters, having a wedding, convention, and planefag bouncing/never being around to answer questions.Also, any trudefags want a free Gertrud figure? Mine's hiding in the box because I can't into more shelfspace and I feel bad for not having her out)
>>19585502>Bang Miles and Polish witch
>>19585548Clear the hallways, let your guys drop in, leave one or two men behind as a rearguard, and advance in teams down the hallways. At least one witch per team.
>>19585518Dat helma
>>19585548Blow the door in, send IIomaki as point, then follow >>19585600
>>19585548We're on a rescue mission right? Do we have any idea which way is the "right" one? If not, let's head deeper as described here: >>19585600
>>19585610Let's breach some doors!
>>19585548Look for more heavily fortified areas. Thick doors, lots of guards. Somewhere that they'd keep a prisoner.
>>19585502>then
Lets knock down some martian doors!Also is SWQ tonight? Its so quiet in here
>>19585972>Incidentally. Next SWQ this coming Monday, then another one the Friday after. Perhaps one on that Saturday, too.
>>19585600go go go
>>19585548“Lt Ilomaki! Start clearing these doorways! This is a rescue mission! We need that russian!” you shout as a sudden explosion rocks the ship, knocking a few Para's onto their asses. You make gestures towards the Russian engineers, something along the lines of [Help the witch]. Several of the reds wearing their iconic breastplate move over to the finn's side with their PPSh-41's drawn ready to give her covering fire. With a swift kick, the heel of llomaki's stiker basically shatters the alien door, and with a few wet thuds, she exits with her Russian escorts.“Few Martians, popped them like balloon..” She says, making gestures towards the next door along the hallway while shouting something in Russian.Taking this fine opportunity, you lead everyone else down towards the next bulkhead. Pioneers start laying some charges to break through the bulkhead. The lead kraut advises that everyone should take cover in the recently cleared room. You believe his advice is sound.“4.... 3... 2.... 1...” *Explosion sound effects here*Leaving your cover, you see it blew a hole clean though, but you think you see something in the hallway beyond.... A girl no older then 15, maybe 16? In some black bodysuit and with a foot long sharpened blade in one hand...>???
>>19586190Approach with knife in one hand and sidearm in the other. Ask her if she's Sokolov.
>>19586190Does her appearance match with any of the witches we're supposed to rescue? I doubt she's on our side, but it will help us check if it's a independent project they cooked up or if they corrupted/turned one of our witches.No matter the case we should prepare to fire, aim for cripping shots, and ask her to identify herself.
>>19586190fucking woozles man, Soviet engineers in later parts of WW2 wore breastplate to increase their lifespans for mother Russia, as why spend time training engineers only for a facist's 9mm boolet to kill them while riding a glorious T34
>>19586206This. Also prepare the CQC.
>>19586214Do the assault gun witches have fluffy tails?
>>19586190You better have brought rock salt rounds. She has a sword, I'd advise someone to try and rush, firing a rock salt round first, then tacking, and taking the person.Take this shit by the fucking book, a knife in point blank range is very lethal.
>>19586357Lt Ema TarczayBorn in Pécs, Hungary 1924 (Age 19 1943)Short blonde hair, green eyes, average buildFamiliar- Kuvasz (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kuvasz) Lt Lita IlomäkiBorn in Helsinki Finland 1926 (Age 17 1943)Shoulder-length platinum blonde hair, blue eyes, athletic buildFamiliar - ermine (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ermine)Both, but only the finn has a stoat
>>19586190>girl in black bodysuitI was about to say 'Neuroi Witch', but these aren't Neuroi, they are Aliums.Still, restrain her if she's not our target.
rolled 5 = 5>>19586206This
>>19586401>Kuvasz? What in the world is a Kuvasz?>open link, receive pictured'awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww>imagine girl with fluffy floppy ears and fluffy tailhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh
>>19586414>Watching Strike Witches
>>19586190“Natalya? Natalya Sokolov? Is that you hun?” you say in your most motherly voice.The girl's head turns towards the hole and stares, with her eyes dilating to the size of dinner plates.“Наталья ?” One of the Russians shouts through the hole.Whatever he said, it snapped her out of her trance. The girl turns completely around,drops into a fighting stance baring her knife and unleashes a primal snarl. She lunges for the Russian with the glow of primal magic, half smashing though the bulkhead, impales the communist though the plate and into his gut. She raises her foot, plants it on his chest, and kicks him, dislodging her knife.“Oh fuck what did you do?” You hear behind you.(Oh god so many edits I blame sanya,)
>>19586769>Using Cyrillic
>>19586746Eh, episode 4 season 2 man, totally worth everything (mfw people haven't watched that episode)
>>19586769IT'S STOMPIN' TIME.
>>19586769Get ready. If she charges us, try to remember the basics of CQC.
>>19586796>Panzer>Telling me what to watchThere better be some fluffy stoat.
>>19586769Oh god. They've brainwashed a witch. WE'RE BJORKED.
>>19586827It's trude flying the ME262, but the sanya/eila episodes in both seasons are hnggggg
>>19586839That's not fluffy stoat.
>>19586819This.
>>19586819So how do you wanna krump this git?
>>19586880Open up with some boomstick, charge and kick away her silly little metal whacky thing, then punch her in the face a little. Or a lot.
>>19586880HURRY THE BELLS ARE RINGING
>>19586880SHIELD SMASH!By which I mean pin her down with some shields.
>>19586880Just like The Boss taught us. We move to the side of her attack, grab the arm holding the weapon, twist it, get the weapon to drop, then restrain her from behind.If she happens to have a gun anywhere, disassemble it.
Witch-strength chokeslam, slam into her shoulder with an open hand, twist her around, rip off her head.
>>19586956Depends whether she's gonna swing the knife or go with a stab.
rolled 13 = 13>>19586206Remember the basics of CQC
>>19586880Disarm and restrain. If it's the person that the whole mission is about, killing them won't be a good idea, eh?
>>19587054Why are you rolling?
>>19586956This
>disarm and restrainUh guys, pretty sure that's not going to work. We're going to have to knock her out.
Inb4 Panzer
>>19586769You try to remember what the boss witch back at the Imperial academy said about witch CQC... Counter balance the knife, quick slash, retract...... Sod it! You grab her arm and ram your striker's knee into the small of her back, sending her to the ground. You apply your full weight to your knee, you squash her like a witch caught in a sinking submarine. (IM LOOKING AT YOU KOTTERS)You get up, with bits of gore caught in the knee joint of the striker, and see some of the Para's dry heaving. “Vas dat necessary kommandant?” A kraut asks.“ She was channeling magic without a familiar, and struck down one of our men. Either that's not her, she's been brainwashed...or she'd turned. Now suck it up and keep moving.”Scant seconds later, you hear the hiss of a martian maser, and a human like scream coming from a hallway up on the left.>What do?>>19587194Your a bit late, where were you? Mom said you had to be home by 9:30!
>>19587187Well then, good thing we're remembering the basics of CQC. Slamming chumps into the ground is very effective.
>>19587219>You wish you had that Eila plushie
>>19587219Well, prepare to count another casualty, have the downed witch in tow, then head to where the scream was...with all guns ready.
>>19587219Stomp aggressively in that direction!
>>19587237I wish I had that Eila plushie...................... I think I found a place that sells them then....
>>19587219The enemy's base is down! LEAD WITH THE FEET! STOMP THE MARTIANS!
>>19587254Let's not drag the dead thing around with us.
>>19587319Why not? Sure the white robes are gonna want to have a look at her.
Fuck yeah!
>>19587449Also, a downed Witch in Martian hands is still not good.
Jiiiiiiiiiiiiii~
>>19587319>Leaving a magical human corpse for Martians to potentially examine.
>>19587552Bad Minna! Wait until Monday!
whops, unedited post, give me a minute
>>19586839Who needs porn when there's strike witches.
>>19587598Amen brother
>>19587628>SakamoetoYes.
You blitz your way to the hallway, and then down it, heading for the screams. You arrive at a large open room that can only be a messhall. The floor is littered with scorched plastic and metal, as well as the bodies of a dozen Martian crewmembers. Beyond the corpses is a humanoid figure with what looks to be a maser-rifle crouched behind an overturned table firing wildly into the dark. It seems to be firing at more humanoids further down the room, but the poor lighting in the room hinders your ability to confirm.A few of the pioneers let loose a grenade or eight towards the far figures, as the armoured Russians running towards the Maser wielder, with the intent of smashing some gits...(Speaking of witchkillers, someone spoiled my surprise... >It's shipping as we speak, waiting for the unboxing)
>>19587663>implying
>>19587663>Hi, Massive Faggot
>>19587695>Implying what?
>>19587663DUN KILL IT IT'S SHOOTING MARTIUMS
>>19587710>how do I greentext
>>19587729>How do I mock people? Oh right. Like this.>As if you can really tell me what I can and can't greentext.
>>19587795>As you can see, I am an expert on this subject.jpg
>>19587795>lewd
>>19587795Goddammit! I fucked up the wrist and tricep of my fapping arm today and you post this.>MFW
>>19587663Try to take this one alive. Fire some shells towards the Martians and try to take this Witch alive. We need to know if the Martians succeeded in brainwashing captured witches, or something else.
>>19587808my filenames do not steal!!!
>>19587795>Strong black namefag don't need no anon to tell him what he can and can't imply!
>>19587809>Not Lewd
>only one response to the quest post so farCripes.Try to get a good look at the one with the maser. Adjust camouflage accordingly. I'm thinking Black face and Fire body.
>>19587925It didn't have a WAT DO at the end so yeah.
>>19587663>>19587663Within four strides you outpace the Russians and vault over to the maser wielding humanoid. She looks just like the girl before and upon seeing you she starts making signs with her fingers, and not ones that tell you to go preform sexual intercourse with yourself. They're clearly battle signs, [Help][Enemies][Three]. The ancient witch academies had always insisted that witches be able to communicate with more than words; clearly this person knows the symbols of the academy at which you trained.DO YOU TRUST THIS LEETLE GURL WITH ALIUM GUN? or do you imply like a fucking asshole?
>>19587948>>19587925Don't worry bout it, fags gonna fag~
>>19587950>looks just like the girl before>girl before needed to die>implying
>>19587950>implying there are only three enemies>implying humanoids can use Martian weapons without them exploding>implying she's not Martian
>>19587950Fire your goddamned cannon at the targets on the fire side of the room. This one's asking for help instead of howling for blood.
>>19587950Trust this one.Respond back with the handsigns to indicate that the Martians are enemies and to fire on them.
>>19587950>implying I'm not going to trust her
>>19587950Okay so they cloned her. That's not good at all.Maybe the brainwashing didn't stick with this one? Whatever. Krump her gun, get the other witches to hold her, and go krump the martians. If there's no martians, go back and krump the alien clonewitch.
>>19587950>Implying we can't do both.Let's trust the alien girl. But not all the way. Keep an eye on her. One, itty, bitty, wrong move, and it's go time.
>>19588014seconded
>>19587950We trust her, but we are going to make her go in front of us. NO EXCEPTIONS.
>>19587795I've been trying for 5 minutes and I can't even come close to getting my fingers to move like that.
>>19588085Your fingers have shitty articulation.
>>19588085Training, man. Eila is an expert at using her fingers.
>>19587795>try to make that hand posture>succeed>realize Eila has abnormally long ring and pinky fingers
>>19588115ah fuck me, cramped the shit outta my left hand god dammit. Fucking eila
>>19588155>Cramped hand due to Eila>Hue>HueHue>Huehuehueheuhueheu
>>19588127>Some people have long fingers, I guess? (Although I suspect the proportion of the fingers is a bit off. Pinky is a bit too long fo sure.)>Also, you're a far better man than me if you've managed to contort your fingers into that position on their own.>I have to move them with my other hand. And I still only get halfway there. Damnable tight tendons.
>>19588185
>>19588235Where did you find that?
>>19587950You sign back [DON'T][MOVE] as you raise look up over your cover. The loud thud of 105mm of pain rattles your skull as Tarczay decides to make a new doorway for the mess. The humanoids howl with rage as one of their kinds was struck down and lung towards your allies, but it doesn’t last long as the bark of soviet SMGs and German rifles quickly silence them. [Who are you] You sign.[Two][Of][Many] She replies.Er mum, how many witches are missing, here? Ilomaki asks. One, you reply, standing up slowly. Your gun doesnt waver from the woman on the floor, who is making no attempt to move.Ive got four, Ilomaki replies. You risk a glance over at where shes standing and gasp. There are corpses human corpses on the floor at her feet, and each is completely, totally identical. The impact of the bullets that killed them has splayed their limbs, spilled their blood but theyre all the same woman.The same woman who is now staring up at you from your feet, eyes drawn and sad. The same woman you crushed to pulp less than eighty seconds before.Clones. The Martians are cloning witches.>WOT NOW LADS
>>19588262Search and destroy. Find the original. Kill the clones.
>>19588262why can't I hold all these quotation marks? Seriously, Open office hates me
>>19588262Whelp. Guess we gotta go find Jango Fett and get the fuck out. And bring as many sane Russian clone imoutos back home with us. "They followed me home! Can I keep them?"
>>19588262>cloning WitchesFind the one with the dominant genes, that one's the strongest. Or did it turn out he had the recessive all along? I can't remember this crap anymore.
>>19588262Huh well shit Kill to go a Clone killan then. We also need to find the original. Imma assume its the Russian one.
>>19588262Send someone to get the fuck out of the dread and message someone about FUCKING CLONES.Then ask the clone how they're making them all crazy and killy and whatnot and why the fuck isn't she affected.>>19588287>2012>not using Notepad and pasting into comment box for Firefox to spellcheck>laughingconstanzas.jpg
>>19588318I want to go back in time and murder Hideo Kojima and punch his editors in all of their dicks.Also.>Make witch-sign with friend-witch and demand ID.
>>19588262We need to take this clone with us. Tell her that our troops are allies, via hand-signs.Tell our troops that we need to get this clone Witch out alive; High Command is going to want to have a look at her.Then we need to find the original Witch, rescue her, and destroy anything we can't take with us.
>>19588282>>19588323>kill all clones>clone in front of us wants to defect and help us.Are you two fucking retarded?
>>19588262While deciding what to do, you feel the ship under your strikers lurch, almost knocking you off balance. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?"[This][Place][Is][Moving] Your sad russian signs to you...NEXT TIME, ON UPDATE WITCHES, WILL PLANEFAG STEAL MY QUEST DATE AGAIN? WILL I GET TO KILL MORE WITCHES? WILL MY WRITING EVER IMPROVE? STAY TUNEDDDDDDDDDDDDdProbably Thursday of next week... Speaking of penises, I have a Gertrud figure I bought, and I can't stand to have her sitting in her box because I have nowhere to put it, email me if you wanna give Trude a new home (No minnafags, you can't melt her down for scrap!)
>>19588499>clone in front of us APPEARS to want to defect and help usBecause the Martians are totally incapable of a ruse wherein we abscond with a highly valuable asset only for it to turn on us lat->HellcowOh right. Never mind, carry on.
>>19588526>[This][Place][Is][Moving]Bueno.
>>19588529Hellcow was under TESLA'S mind control, the Martians have completely written it off.
>>19588526Email sent mate.KEEP UP THE GREAT WORK! I miss most good quests due to work (grumble grumble) but I follow all of em.
>>19588526Why don't you send it to Crix?
I'm feeling bored, and I'm actually here for a SWQ/TWQ/SuWQ.Anybody interested in sticking around for a bit of writefaggotry?
>>19588749Knock yourself out.
>>19588749Go right ahead my good sir, I blew my load already, so you are clear~
>>19588749Go for it. It's not like we've go anything better to do.
>>19588614I will kill you. I will kill you dead.I will kill you so dead, you will wish you had died when I am finished.
BOOM. The explosion rattled the M4 Sherman but did little else. Martian mini-rockets worked wonders against infantry but tanks were a bit tougher than men. The commander looked through his viewfinder, spotting an offending Martian tank walker. "Gunner, target 1 o'clock right low, Fire!" he called out, and the 76mm barked loud, sending the shell clean through the flimsy Martian tank. The commander smiled, and looked for a new target. He needn't have bothered though, as the Martian tank company broke cover and began it's advance across the field towards them."All tanks! FIRE AT WILL!" someone shouted across the radio net, and the whole Sherman company opened up, flashes of fire cascading across the Martian armour, the alien tank walkers unable to return accurate fire against the human tanks hidden in hull down dugouts. Alien tanks exploded left right and center, the assault beaten. The commander looked down at his crew, smiling broadly. "Good work bo-" he began, but never finished as the tank exploded around him.The Martian rush had been a feint. A low flying strike flight of Martian attack fighters struck the Human defensive line, turning tanks into explosions as Martian APC's and infantry streamed across the now unguarded field.
>>19588749If you would like, you can join us at #swq @rizon.net if you wanna flirt with some of the SWQ writefags/questmasters/masterdebaiters
>>19588885So remind me who all is in this quest?I'm writing a side story and I don't wanna make an ass of myself by making a character based on an ace you already used.
>>19588963You should probably hop on the IRC and ask one of the writefags. We can fill you in on that.
>>19588963http://strikewitches.wikia.com/wiki/List_of_Strike_Witcheseveryone on this list, plus Robin Olds and Luigi Gorrini.Aces who are alive but are NOT witches are Bader and Caldwell.
>>19588989Spread out through the SWQ stories and quests there's a substantial amount more than that.
>>19588989Thanks, but I'm talking tank aces here.
>>19588872"What do you mean fallen? What happened to A company?" Colonel Bright yelled. "THEY WERE DUG IN!" he shouted through the radio. "No Major, you will not withdraw the battalion, you will hold the line. I will lead the reinforcing elements, and secure your precious flank." the Colonel finished, ice in his voice as he slammed the field phone back into it's slot. He turned to the 4 witches behind him playing cards on a table. "OI! Mount up, we're on!" Col. Bright called out as he climbed his tank destroyer, an M18 Hellcat. One of the witches yawned and lazily put on her strikers, brown hair loose and flowing in the breeze. "Left, right or follow you sir?" She asked in a deep Texan accent."Follow me Captain Walker, we're going to immitate the German's favourite tactic. Those Martian bastards won't know what hit em." Bright replied as the Hellcat underneath him rumbled to life, along with the 7 other Hellcats that the Colonel was going to use as his personal hammer of doom."Okay, they think we're dead, but we ain't, and if I know the Colonel, he'll bring his Hellcat party to us. So we wait, then hit these bastards from behind. We may be one tank, but one is enough to scare 'em shitless." Sergeant Cross briefed his men. Somehow, they had miraculously survived a hit from a martian tank's maser and were still ready to go. Martian forces streamed past their still slightly smoking M4, completely unaware of the 30 ton tank ready to cause mayhem.
>>19589026oh boy, this is where I come in,Wittmann, Kinspel, finnish gun ace, Hungarian ace Tarczay, Barkmann, some british lee tanker named Roberts, and Pine-box, some brit para in ww2, I know, I stole the good 3 tank aces. but its all I could thinkg of
>>19589090That's what I needed to know. Sounds like Rad, Carius, Pool, Aulenko, Johannmeyer and Bölter are still free, then.Bueno.
Are fleet admiral anon and the anon asking questions the same person? Or do we have two new writefags on the rise?
>>19589057Colonel Bright knew it would only take a few minutes for his little Hellcat force to reach what could be a Martian battalion, or major thrust through what used to be the left flank of the line holding just outside Pskov. The dust kicked up by the tracks of the 8 TD's kept the 4 tank witches hidden from sight, if a little brown and dust covered. "Ok boys and girls," Bright began over the comms, "My plan is simple. We're gonna blast clean through them, and then into their rear lines and supplies whilst 1st battalion repositions itself to recover and dig back in on this flank. Once that is complete, we'll hopefully have caused enough chaos to escape unnoticed. Witches, stay close and help out any surviving tanks of A company. Hellcats, on me!"The tanks crested a small ridge and clean over the heads of a Martian infantry platoon, crushing the poor little blobs with no care and continuing on. The bark of the 76mm cannons that both the M18's and Witches bore ripped into the lighter armoured alien APC's and side armour of the Martian tanks as they came into view. Panic ensued as alien calls went out, their return fire sporadic for a few moments. That was all the Hellcat's needed, and they simply blasted through the Martian advance elements at a cool 60km/h."Start her up!" Cross barked to his crew as he spotted explosions, human caused explosions near the ridgeline behind them. He grinned ferally. Maybe they would get a medal or two out of this, if they lived, he thought.
>>19589238
>>19589220Nope. Different potential writefag, though my nickname through highschool was "the Admiral".
>>19589257
>>19589238>Pskov>Americanswot
>>19589276Lendlease?
>>19589286You don't lend-lease people, just equipment.
>>19589286They didn't send American crews along with them.>>19589238No seriously, wat?
>>19589238Cross reached down and taped his gunner on the shoulder, giving him a thumbs up. The gunner simply nodded, knowing that he had free fire as soon as he could shoot. "Alright boys, fight hard, and let's show up the Colonel! DRIVE ME CLOSER SO I CAN HIT THEM WITH THE 76MIL!"The M4 blasted out of its hiding spot and the cannon roared, gutting a Martian APC with a rear shot. Cross called out over the radio. "All forces, this is Alpha 2-4, we're still alive and dishing out hurt!""Alpha 2-4 this is Starshine 1-1, hold out till we get there then roll with us! Starspark Lead, go give 'em some help. Out." came the Colonel's reply. He was shocked that a tank had survived, but happy as the added firepower and madness that would cause. Captain Walker revved her M18 strikers to the max, shooting off towards the olive green speck by the burning human line and leaving the rest of the Hellcat coloumn speed forwards through the Martian main thrust. Her shield flared and deflected a Martian Heavy Maser as she neared a platoon of the enemny tanks. She replied with her cannon, to little effect as the shot bounced off the rounded alien tank. "Dammit!" she swore, only to be rewarded with the sight of that very enemy tank exploding anyways as Cross' M4 drove around the back of it, exploiting the Martian's attention on the sparkly tank witch. The other three Martian tanks lost their focus as their lead tank went up in flames, allowing Walker to circle them and kill two, whilst the plucky M4 killed the other. Neither tank stopped moving, forming up and spewing flame and death at the scattering Martians.
>>19589318Ever heard of a combined regiment? England reinforces Germany, who in turn reinforce the Baltic pocket.Also, idgaf mate. It's writing, I'm doing it on the spot, and there are not enough explosions. World War Two, with Witches and Martians and everyone holding hands and oh my. I'll give you a backstory next time, mmkay?
>>19589517Hey man, it's cool that you want to write and all, but we're trying to get a consistent setting going here. I don't mean to sound like a dick about it, but would it kill you to ask someone about this stuff before you go and do it? I'm not saying don't write, I'm just saying that it would be nice if you considered what other people were doing. We've got a lot of people writing for it and we like to make sure we aren't stepping on any toes when we start on something.
>>19589470"Boss!" Walker began, "I've picked up Alpha 2-4 and we're heading back to you.""Starspark Lead, 1-1 copies. We picked up two flakpanzers and are making a southern turn. Lost 2-3 but otherwise good. Out." The Colonel replied.The battlefield had devolved into the chaos that showed whenever the Americans fought, with no semblance of order, just a handful of M18 Hellcats, 4 Tank witches, 2 Flakpanzers and a single last M4 Sherman raging through what used to be a Martian Ground Battalion. Cannon shells flew everywhere as the Americans fought hard to buy time for the rest of the 44/7th Combined Armoured Panzer Regiment to reposition and reinforce. But the Martian's still had the number advantage, and began to co-ordinate more and more as each minute passed. As Hellcat 2-2 rounded a burning Sherman hulk a Martian Tank surprised it with a rocket barrage to the side, the lethal shrapnel and high explosive shredding the lightly armoured Tank Destroyer and it's open crew. Hellcat 1-4 took a Heavy Maser to the tracks not seconds later, and drifted sideways at 50km/h, flipping over and over end on end from the blast before detonating spectacularly from its ammo cooking off, a flaming hulk of 17 tons of steel still going sideways."Starshine to all tanks! BREAK and home!" Colonel bright called, the initiative lost as the Martian Remnants rallied. A Martian Sled dove for two of the witches, only for the two German Wirbelwinds to stop their retreat and shred it, only to be blasted themselves by a quartet of Martian tanks chasing them. "Dammit! DON'T STOP!" Bright cursed them as his own Hellcat was disabled by a Martian Heavy Maser to the engine. "All tanks, keep retreating! Friendlies are right there!" He shouted desperately even as his tank was rocked by more and more blasts.
I'm sorry, Winters. I really didn't want to resort to this, but the lack of well known American tank aces means I'm using your last name and personal bio as the basis for a teenaged magical girl with tank legs.Wherever you are now, I hope you don't mind.
>>19589826I like the cut of this guy's jib.
>>19589826Dear god what the fuck.
>>19589826Oh god what? I can't breaaaaathe
>>19589826If it makes you feel any better, I took Richard Nixon and turned him into a career Navy pilot. I'm not a crook, so you should be fine.
>>19589826You have no idea how I hope I never have to explain myself to C W Kukyendall. That man did his country some god damned service and, from what I've found, suffers from survivor guilt over the Tullibee. What did I do in return? Turned him into a fucking woman. Sir or family members, if you read this, I do apologize for the travesty of writing I am currently doing. If it helps (which it probably doesn't), I'm only using it as a name and it is not in any way meant to represent C W Kukyendall the man.
>>19589905I think Fap's little gaiden would be rather harder to explain.
>>19589905Well, I've heard that Chuck Yeager is not only aware of Shirley, but actually quite likes her. I think there was a quote from him about how they gave her big breasts because he was so good looking.
>>19589918At least he has the excuse of "Japan did it"
>>19589924Pretty sure those were all just rumors. There've been plenty of shops that put Shirley merchandise all over his room.
>>19589734The remaining 4 M18's all popped smoke as they neared Colonel Bright's disabled Hellcat, dispersing enough of a cloud to keep them all hidden as Captain Walker led her witches past them. Sergeant Cross gave the order to his driver to stop following the Captain and join the American tanks. Captain Wakler looked over her shoulder and no longer saw the remaining tanks following. "What are you all doing?!?!?" She screamed into her mike."Holding the Line, Ma'am. Get safe, we'll save the day." Sergeant Lomac, commander of M18 Starshine 1-2."Godspeed." She whispered to them as she led her platoon away and back to the safety of the Human lines.The smoke cleared to reveal 5 M18 Hellcats and 1 M4 Sherman all lined up in a row, as if they were toys of a giant god. As one, they fired at the relentlessly advancing Martians, wrecking several tank walkers. Maser's and Rockets landed all around them, explosions and blasts magnificent in their wrath. Once more, the 76mm cannon of the American tanks roared as one, a futile attempt but defiant to the end. A third time, the guns roared, destroying another few Martian vehicles, but still the aliens moved up.One last time, the 6 American Tanks fired. It was like something out of a book of old, Napoleonic style firing in a line. And then the Martian Tanks fired true, a wall of Maser fire decimating the American tanks.They had held the line. They had stopped the Martians breaking the Baltic pocket open. Just like yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that.Another sacrifice, another day of freedom bought. Would it be enough?
>>19589890Heh. Winters always seemed like an all-around decent guy to me.I'm sure he'd only complain if I was a piss poor writer.
>>19589956>Winters>Decent guyWe talking about the same person here? You mean the incredibly obnoxious Arch-Magos, right?
>>19589956Join the IRC mate, helps with writefaggin as you have other SWQ writers to ask questions (in real time)
>>19589969I doubt it.
>>19589969No. American tank ace.
>>19590005I think we have all been greatly misled. Carry on, then.
>>19589969>>19590002>>19590005Major Richard Winters, 101st Airborne Infantry, US Army. An excellent commander in the field, dramatized in Band of Brothers, both the book and the HBO miniseries. Humble to a fault after the war, and died pretty recently.
>>19590054I blame kotters, we have been misled, keep calm and carry on
I need a synopsis of this Quest/Thread. Somebody give me the lowdown.
>>19590210quest or this particular thread?
>>19590214'cause god knows the actual quest part of the thread was short enough.
>>19590054Oh.Ooooh.Well. I feel bad for laughing now.Very bad.
>>19590250See that knife in my heart? thats yours bro, you can take it back..... Well I already blew my load for the night, and I couldn't get far enough to my secondary goal
>>19590283I swear I wasn't aiming for the heart. A kidney, maybe. You should still have two of those.I'm mostly frustrated at my catching it so late, that I missed it while it was actually happening.
>>19590298Eh can't blame you there, hit a really good part, and thought it would be better to end at a part where I could actually write from instead of digging a hole. Have a sanyan for your troubles
>>19590210This quest in particular?You are an experienced magical ground-pounder, fighting a war to save Earth from Martian invasion.It's a sidequest to SWQ, which follows a hotshot pilot as he fights in that same war.
>>19590260Yeah, no, I was actually apologizing to his ghost, or whatever may be left of the man's immortal soul. I respect the hell out of him. And that's half of why it must be done.
