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Hey anon
I've got a can of red bull, two sammiches, and about twelve hours of sleep in the past two days.
Let's run some goddamn tanks.

Archive here: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=TW89

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“WHAT I'M SAYING SIR, IS THAT WE NEED A CALLING CARD! SOMETHING FOR THE GRAVEL CRUNCHERS TO KNOW US BY OTHER THAN 'THAT ONE TANK WHAT SHOOT DAMN NEAR EVERYTHING!” Nicky hollers to you over the roar of the C-5's massive engines. “YOU KNOW, LIKE THE RED BARON OR THE BLACK BARON OR SOMETHING! THOSE GUYS WERE AWESOME!”

“NICKY, I DUNNO WHAT TO TELL YOU!” You yell back, watching the AFSOC loadmaster carefully guide Hans and the Booze Hound into the C-5's cargo holds. “ALL OF THEM GOT THEIR NAMES FROM THEIR ENEMIES. WE'RE PROBABLY KNOWN AS 'THOSE FAGGOTS IN THAT TANK THAT DON'T GO ANYWHERE WITHOUT THEIR WITCHES!' WORKS FOR ME, AT LEAST THEY KNOW WHO WE ARE!”

“MAYBE I'LL PAINT SOME NWA LYRICS ON BOOZE HOUND. SOMETHING LIKE “AK-47 IS THE TOOL, DON'T MAKE ME ACT A MOTHERFUCKIN' FOOL!” I THINK.”

You give him an incredulous glance. He shrugs in return.

Booze Hound safely in the Cargo hold, you're motioned to join the rest of your company on the aircraft. Hans and Mega carefully fit the lashing chain down around the barrel of your tank before handing the ends to the loadmasters, who hook the ends into the tie down eyelets on the vehicle. They toss one another a thumbs up before moving up to Sargeant Norton's tank, Mister Fister and repeat the process.

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In between the two tanks is Ooishi's M3 striker unit, chained down widthwise in the aircraft.

The rest of your undersized company was on the second C-5, lining up on the tarmac behind you. Luckily, Wittmann isn't aboard it. Neither are Meyer or Carius. The Heer absolutely refused on all grounds to release one, let alone three of it's veteran witches to a training foray into France, especially with an undisclosed end location. Rockfield was aboard that one, somehow ending up as the ranking enlisted member in your company, and is now probably hating your guts because she's riding herd on eight rowdy tankers.

After strapping yourself into the net chair on the side of your vehicle and tossing your latest poncho liner to Ooishi. This is the fifth or sixth one you've lost or given away for one reason or another. Your supply sergeant would have your head if he knew what you were doing with them...but it's a gotta be a rough line in the Navy when you're an aviation officer and can't get your own damn 'cho liner.

“So, remind me sir. WHY are we going to France this close to a possible Christmas offensive?” Nicky asks. He wasn't there with Sharpshooter and the briefing two nights ago, and you've had scant time to inform everyone on the current development.

You inhale slowly. AFSOC may be in the special operations loop, but that doesn't mean they can know exactly what you're doing here, or what future plans are.

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“Easy Nicky, we're here for one reason or another. Anderson and his team are on the TO, and he put in a good word for us. They needed armor support for whatever's going on, and we're it. Some multinational task force, hell if I know what we're gonna be doing though. Or where.”

He shoots you a look.

“Great. So our line might get punched in the face and pushed back even farther, and we're gonna be nowhere near where the action is. We can't punch back, or blunt assaults, or save more shitty Air Force pilots, or drop more bombs.” He leans back in his chair and sighs. “I shoulda been goddamn infantry. 'Least they don't do stupid shit in the middle of the war. Locate bad guy, kill bad guy.”

You both know it's not quite that simple, but he does have a point. Pulling your company from the fighting has taken out a pretty large chunk out of the American sector, despite the fact that you're only four Abrams and five (two now) witches. Whatever you've been pulled for has to be important, otherwise you'd still be slogging it out on the Oder-Neisse.

On the upshot, however, you're headed to a pretty large French base on the coast. One with real facilities, water heaters, phone lines, and most importantly, you'll be granted liberty occasionally. That means beer. Glorious, delicious beer.

For now though, you're stuck on a C-5 from Ramstein Air Force Base to somewhere on the west coast of France. Where, you weren't told.

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Well captain, what do?

[] Yak with Nicky. Always smart to keep the gunner/commander relationship healthy.
[] Read! The aircraft has a few newspapers that are from just yesterday!
[] Talk with the witches, get their take on the whole 'gloryhound' fiasco.
[] other.
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>>22157424
>Implying anyone wants to talk with mere mortals when there are witches to hit on.

Come on man offer real options.
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>>22157424
[x] Talk with the witches, get their take on the whole 'gloryhound' fiasco.
>no Wittmann
Boooo.
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[] Yak with Nicky. Always smart to keep the gunner/commander relationship healthy.
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[] Talk with the witches, get their take on the whole 'gloryhound' fiasco.

That should NOT be allowed to stick.
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>>22157424

Read, we need to catch up on the rest of the world.
Plus even though I personally like her, I don't think in character I'd want to dwell on Wittmann at the moment if I didn't have too, seeing as she seems to have some real psych issues.
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>>22157514
I'll be damned.
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A song to make Wittmann blush.

Released 1984, so she would know it. And if a song about zoophilia doesn't do it...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mPx0J-U8v5U
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>>22157424
[X] Talk with the witches, get their take on the whole 'gloryhound' fiasco.
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[x] Talk with the witches, get their take on the whole 'gloryhound' fiasco.

I wish to know how large a bite was taken from Wittman's bitch ass and how ferociously it was done. Still kinda bummed about being downsized from five witches to two. The not-Wittmans seemed nice enough.
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>>22157539
obviously you have never been on a gun crew
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[x] Talk with the witches, get their take on the whole 'gloryhound' fiasco.

Then talk with Nick.
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>>22157514
i second this.
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>>22157424
[x] Talk with the witches, get their take on the whole 'gloryhound' fiasco.

Also:
>delicious beer
>France

On another point, does this mean those three witches are now holding the line on their own?
I like the thought of guerilla witches going full Sgt. Elias on the Russians.
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>>22157424

[x] Yak with Nicky. Always smart to keep the gunner/commander relationship healthy.

I'm sure the non-german witches know that 'gloryhound' stuff is just Wittman being an insubordinate oxygen thief.
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>[] Talk with the witches, get their take on the whole 'gloryhound' fiasco.

After your short taxi, then somehow incredible combat climb at what seems like ninety degrees straight up, the loadmaster signals that you're free to move about as you like. In doing so, he makes sure to run through his impression of a stewardess, gaining a chuckle from his half of the penetrators. He probably does that for all his flights, but even so, it's appreciated.

You step over to where Ooishi is bundled under your, or now her depending on who you ask, poncho liner. This is the first time you've seen her without her boonie on, and it's quite a weird sight. She's got a dog eared copy of Heinz Guderian's 'Achtung – Panzer!' neatly tucked in her hands. It's one of the only books you had on hand, and it's definitely the company whore.

Her M40 is happily tucked under her seat. When the Loadmaster tried to secure it with her striker, she just stared at him like he was an idiot. Apparently, coming between a scout/sniper and her rifle is just a poor, poor decision. You had to assure him that there wouldn't be any accidents and that even though she's 17, she's still a professional.

“How you doin', Sushi?” You say, plopping down into the seat next to her.

“Ugh, captain. I'd rather be on the ground, or on the water. I don't do well with flying. Wait a second, did you just call me Sushi?” She replies, sticking a slender finger in between the pages, saving her place.

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“Hm? Oh, yes. I can't figure out how to pronounce your name correctly, and...well, you're asian. It fits, I think.”

She just glares at you.

“Anyway,” you say, looking away quickly, “I just wanted to get your take on that whole glory hound thing Wittmann pulled.”

She sighs, setting her book in her lap. “Captain, if I thought you were a relentless medal hunter, I wouldn't be in your company. Those guys are dangerous, and get witches killed. That one witch you sent spinning into the woods? I bet her commander wanted the order of Lenin or whatever they get. He's probably in the gulag now.” She giggles at the thought.

“Have you ever thought about how funny of a word that is? Gulag. Goooooo-laaaawwwgggg. Gu-lahg. I wonder if that's what other people think of our language.” Ooishi smiles.

[] “I...what. Where the hell did that come from?”
[] “Um...thanks, I guess.”
[] Other
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>>22157960
>[] “I...what. Where the hell did that come from?”
wat
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>>22157960
[X] “I...what. Where the hell did that come from?”
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[x] “Um...thanks, I guess.”
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>>22157960
Just give her the look.
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>>22157960

[x] “Um...thanks, I guess.”
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>>22157960
>[x] “I...what. Where the hell did that come from?”
wut
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I think that remark was to try lightening up Jake's mood.
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>>22157960
[x] “Um...thanks, I guess.”
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>>22157960
>Probably the same. You should've seen the faces of those polish tankers when i invited them to FUTBAWL.
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>>22157960
[x] Other
Stare blankly.
also
UNBALANCED SNIPER BEST SNIPER NEW WAIFU ACQUIRED
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[] “I...what. Where the hell did that come from?”
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>>22158057
This, I vote this.
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>>22158053

changing my vote to this
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>>22158057
no. She is leetle asian seester tier
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>>22158053
Or anybody in Europe when you talked about "soccer".

>>22157960
What is strange about "gulag"?
It's a pretty average Russian word. He seems to be mispronouncing it, though.
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[x] Other
[x] Stare blankly.

Ooishi's adorable in that odd, make-sure-you're-behind-her-while-she's-armed sort of way.
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>>22157994
Changing from that to this.
>>22158057
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>>22158120
She seems to always be armed though....
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>>22157960

[ ] Thousand-yard stare
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>>22158288
Yep. Update your SW story already.
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>[] other (stare blankly)

You're not quite sure how to respond to her.
So you just stare at her like she had a dick growing out of her forehead.

“C...captain?” She says, waving her hand in front of your face. “Captain, are you alright? You haven't gone catatonic on me, have you?”

You maintain your stare.

“Um...captain, please stop. This is making me uncomfortable...” Ooishi starts to squirm around a little in her seat, though she doesn't get up. Probably doesn't want to leave the 'cho liner's warmth, but either way, you hold fast.

“Captain! Please!” She turns a bright red, and stares at the deck of the aircraft. That's probably a good signal to stop. You stand up and backpedal painfully slowly, not breaking your gaze until just the last second.

“Uh. What was that all about, sir?” Nicky says, looking up from his newspaper. “Don't tell me you're getting the vapors for one of your subordinates.” He grins wolfishly.

“Nothing like that, Nicky. Just like letting everyone know that I can be just as whacked as them once in a while. I just gotta keep it pinned up a bit better.” you chuckle and pat your bars. “Can't let them know I'm too crazy, or they'll take ya'll away from me.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Shit sir, I've been telling them you're completely bonkers my whole time with you, and they keep saying you're some sort of good influence. I'm starting to think that the brass are the loopy ones, and you're the only sane one.”

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So our best answer to friendly females is confusion and disbelief?
Oh, well.
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[] “Ha, thanks bud. Say, anything good in the paper?”
[] “Oh, I am whacked Nicky. It's just that crazy gets the job done. Hey, you have any thoughts on what we'll be doing?”
[] other
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>>22158347
[x] “Oh, I am whacked Nicky. It's just that crazy gets the job done. Hey, you have any thoughts on what we'll be doing?”
Time for pointless speculation!
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>>22158347
>[] “Ha, thanks bud. Say, anything good in the paper?”
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>>22158347
[x] “Ha, thanks bud. Say, anything good in the paper?”

Gotta have a look at those plot hooks.
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>>22158347

[] “Ha, thanks bud. Say, anything good in the paper?”
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>>22158335
>[x] “Ha, thanks bud. Say, anything good in the paper?”
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>>22158347
[] “Ha, thanks bud. Say, anything good in the paper?”
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>>22158347
"Ha, thanks bud. Say, anything good in the paper?"

>>22158329
I'm 5000 words in.
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>>22158343
did you expect better from /tg/? We're lucky Frank has some social skills.

[x] Apologize for the odd stare, but that last remark was surprising.
[x] "Well I'm the military during the cold war turned hot. That's not exactly sane now is it?"
[x] "Anything good in the news?"
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>>22158347
>[] “Ha, thanks bud. Say, anything good in the paper?”
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>>22157399
who is op witch? Her frontal armor is maximum.
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>>22158440
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>>22158440

That's Paula Wittman.

Apparently, she has some issues with Jake. Tried to fucking one-up him by showing him his brother's death.
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>>22158440
If I had to say I'd guess Whittman
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>>22158410
Aye. No reason to weird her out going into an unknown assignment.

>>22158440
Grumpy face and G3 would suggest Wittmann.
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>>22158459

Well fuck me. Fronk died but got better. Much better.
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>>22158410
I'll second this.
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>>22158399
Changing my vote to this
>>22158410
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>>22158440
German witches are not known for being lacking usually. Most of the famed witches have a nice amount up there.

>>22158459
She has issues with glory seekers due to 1 or more past COs getting themselves killed by doing so.
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[] “Ha, thanks bud. Say, anything good in the paper?”
Know the past, and you can speculate on the future.
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>>22158459
I think the point is that she already knew he lived, but Jake got angry before she could explain.
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>>22158343
>>22158410
We turned a 'what the fuck?' situation back around on its origin. Understanding not especially difficult.

[x] “Ha, thanks bud. Say, anything good in the paper?”
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>>22158503
that was a bit excessive as I think she got creeped out by it. I mean she was trying to cheer him up some and what does she get for her trouble? Creepy Stare.

That's worse than Early Gnome Young.
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>>22158495
Who gives a shit if she was going to explain? You do not show someone footage of a family member's apparent death with any sort of good intentions. Bitch has to have something wrong with her to think that's any sort of a good idea for any purpose than enraging what was her current CO.
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>>22158527
Goddamn it. Now I require Strike Witches Quest. Thank the Emperor I'm on break!
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>>22158347
[x] “Ha, thanks bud. Say, anything good in the paper?”
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>>22158585
he said he will return someday
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>>22158527
>That's worse than Early Gnome Young.

Is...Is that even possible? Do the laws of the universe allow that?
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>>22158527
>creepy stare
>worse than Early Gnome Young
You, Retard, Full, etc.
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>>22158527
>>22158621
Nah.
Young would have taken that statement, extrapolated to other languages, and ended up offending every single person on the aircraft.
Then Martians would have attacked and he would have ordered the tank to fire from inside the plane.
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>>22158584
I think that was established with her Mozanbique drill?
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>>22158621
Yes. You just replace Hilarity with Awkward. That was just cringe-worthy.
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>>22158670
...you know what I could see him doing that
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>>22158670
Wasn't a tank but close.
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>>22158670
Yeah Young at any point would have spung the weird ass remark into something even crazier such as >>22158670
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>>22158527
The hell is Early Gnome Young?
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>>22158672
Nah. That was in combat and she was eliminating a threat. Cold, yeah, but not necessarily a sign of something being "wrong". If it had been the group stumbling upon just one or two enemy witches then, yeah, it'd be a bit troubling.
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>>22158724
You never read Strike Witches Quest did you?
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>>22158724
MC from Strike Witches Quest. The 'Early' implies that it would be an action he took before his character development.
He hasn't had any character development.
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>>22158724
ww2 pilot who was bat shit insane inside and outside the cockpit

(pic related)
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>>22158672

Mozambique drill

Also, a witch being a ruthless killer isn't exactly surprising; I mean, consider the kill ratios they got in the martian war and consider that in every previous (and probably most subsequent) war they were fighting other human beings...
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>>22158755
Oh he has, it just hasn't completely removed his craziness and tactlessness. That and PF's writing was leaning too far towards hijinks, skewing the perception of things. But he has learned to give more of a damn about others and about his own life.
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>>22158750
>>22158755
>>22158762
Actually, I just had no idea what the MC's name was. I remember Sean and Ian, though.
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>>22158865

Only his last name was established.

FIrst name is still a question mark.
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>>22158865
His surname is Young. We don't know his first name, and we only got his surname from the fact his little sis was called that.
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>>22158731
Well, from her perspective the situation with Jake's brother was old news by then.
She might have thought Jake knew already or just didn't reflect he had no television.
And it was bound to be the pinnacle of gloryhounding in her eyes, as she feared exactly that behavior.
Not saying she's not a psychotic bitch, just pointing out the situation might have looked vastly different from her situation.

>>22158766
There's still a difference between shooting aliens in aircombat and shooting a young girl, armed or no, at arm's length.
That's far more personal.
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>[] “Ha, thanks bud. Say, anything good in the paper?”

“Ha! Thanks Nicky, good to know that someone else is questioning what we're doing. Hey, is that USA Today? Anything good in that shit?” You ask, trying to catch a glimpse of the story on the front page.

“Nah, whole lot of nothing. I'm just interested in the scores from a few days ago, we didn't get to watch the game. Fuckin' security forces assholes.” He replies, handing you the paper, sans sports section. “It's like, we're American tankers. We pull up on the apron in fucking Abrams, and they wont let us into the rec room to watch the game? Bunch of pricks. Wait for a T-72 to roll on their asses, see who saves the day then.”

The loadmaster grunts an acknowledgment while checking to make sure none of the cargo shifted, or shunted it's tie downs. “Don't worry, tanker. SecFo are all jerks.”

You both get a laugh out of that. Must be bad when even other airmen are shitting on your job.

The newspaper is twice as worthless as Nicky said, but then again it's the WSJ, and you're not a rich snob. The front page has little news, other than some press release the president did just recently. Talking about how no sovereign land will be under occupation, or something. None of it pertains to you. Oil prices, however, have almost skyrocketed while you've been away. Up to almost $50 a barrel!

“Jesus, Nicky, did you see this? Gas is gonna be spendy when we get home.”

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“Yeah, but we'll be loaded with all this delicious war money. Oregon won. Do you people know zero mercy?” He asks, handing you the sports page. Your Ducks had indeed won, by a huge margin.

“Nope. Mercy is for the weak willed. When we stomp people like that, they either quit or get better. The strong survive, et cetera et cetera.” You reply, closing the paper.

“The fuck is there in France for us to do, sir?” Nicky asks, leaning backwards and closing his eyes. “If I'm on some frog post cooped up in the Booze Hound for too long, I dunno what's gonna happen. Nothing good though, that I can promise.”

“Hell if I know, Nicholas, but you know us. We can't keep our noses out of a fight for long enough to smell. We'll find something.” You reply, envious of his ability to rest at a time like this. “Shouldn't be too much longer of a flight. Maybe an hour, tops.”

[] Grab a nap! Sleep while you can, you'll never know when it's not available.
[] Talk with the loadmaster. He might know a little more about what's going on.
[] other
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>>22158943
Talk to the loadmaster. He'll know where we're going, more specifically than the coast, at least.
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>>22158943
>[] Talk with the loadmaster. He might know a little more about what's going on.
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>>22158943

>[] Talk with Rockfield

Want to see how our other witch is doing.
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>>22158943
Loadmaster conversatin' times!
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>>22158943
[x] Talk with the loadmaster. He might know a little more about what's going on.
SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK.
>$50 a barrel
Hahaha oh man those were the days.
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>>22158993
This
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>>22158892

That's my point; they were only shooting aliens in the latter part of WWII; all of WWI and every previous war probably had them up against other witches (or, in the worse case, just some poor bastards thrown to the slaughter).
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>>22158943
[x] Talk with the loadmaster. He might know a little more about what's going on.
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>>22158943
>[x] Talk with Rockfield
>$50 a barrel
ha!
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[x] Talk with Rockfield
[x] Try not to do any more creepy staring
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>>22158943

[x] Grab a nap! Sleep while you can, you'll never know when it's not available.

>>22159015
>>22158993

Pretty sure Rockfield is in the other plane.
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>>22159028
[x] Talk with Rockfield
I know, right? $50/barrel? If only!
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>>22158943
[X] Talk with Rockfield then the Loadmaster if there's time.
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>>22158943
[] Talk with the loadmaster. He might know a little more about what's going on.
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>>22158943
>[x] Talk with the loadmaster. He might know a little more about what's going on.
Pretty sure Rockfield is in the other plane riding herd on the other tanks..
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>>22158943
[x]Talk with Sushi again... try not to creep her out this time
Also see if she has a read on the other witches


witbutc abounds, why yes captcha, yes it does
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[x]Talk with Sushi again... try not to creep her out this time
-[x] Apologize for said creepiness.
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But...but I'm Security Forces....I have a badge and everything.
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>>22159124

SO you're a dick.
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[] Grab a nap! Sleep while you can, you'll never know when it's not available.

The LM can't know that much more than we do, and we are in charge of these merry men and women.
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>>22159118
This

>>22159124
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>>22159179
>The louder you scream the faster we come
oh jesus fuck my sides
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>>22159118
And make sure to address her properly.
That's not funny. Delicious but not funny.
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>>22159054
Going from that to this.
>>22159118
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>[] Talk with the loadmaster. He might know a little more about what's going on.

Not wanting to be groggy when you wake up for whatever it is you're going to have to be doing, you stand up and mosey on over to where the loadmaster isn't really doing anything.

“Hey captain, what can I do for you?” He asks, looking up to where you're at.

“Oh, not a whole lot there airman..uh...” You glance at his nametape, which just so happens to have about thirteen syllables. “...Guy. I'm not even going to try to pronounce it. No disrespect or nothin'.”

He laughs openly. “Don't worry, sir, nobody can say it right. Not even my flight crew.” He jerks his thumb towards the flight deck, and smiles. “It stopped bugging me once I turned like, thirteen. Anyhow, what's up?”

“I was just wondering what it'd take for me to get you to tell me where we're headed. And what you guys have been doing. And what you know about what's going on with the war, hah. I'm gonna pump you for information, Zoomie!” you reply, sitting next to him.

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“Aw shit, I shoulda known that was comin'. Saint somethin, west coast of France. I can't pronounce the second half of the name and all the frogs get pissed when I try, so fuck it. It starts with an A. We've been running SOF guys back and forth from there for a few days now, but they've been all mostly out of Ramstein. I really can't tell you what they're doing, but only because I don't know. What the hell they've got four Abrams and two witches headed out there for, I REALLY have no idea. And shit, sir. You probably know more about what's going on with the war than I do. Alls I know about is those two eagle drivers that got swatted down, but other than that, it's pretty much a stalemate? Fuck, I just fly and push crates around. Sometimes shithead special operations guys, too.” He grins.

[] “Anything from back in the world?”
[] “SOF into and out of France? The fuck?”
[] other.
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>>22159411
[x] “SOF into and out of France? The fuck?”
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>>22159411
>[] "Anything from back in the world?"
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[x] “SOF into and out of France? The fuck?”
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>>22159411
[x] “SOF into and out of France? The fuck?”
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>>22159411
[X] “SOF into and out of France? The fuck?”
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>>22159411

[x] “SOF into and out of France? The fuck?”

Oh man, I hope this isn't in World in Conflict where they ignore the existence of the entire sixth fleet and have a soviet landing in the middle of bumfuck, france.
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>>22159477
Maybe the aliums come back again? *shrug* No idea.
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>>22159411
[x] “SOF into and out of France? The fuck?”

Should've known this would happen after making such a good impression on that last go-round.
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were going to die...
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>>22159540
everyone dies some day.
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>>22159540
Who was going to die that didn't?
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>>22159477

Could be worse. Could be Modern Warfare 2 where the existence of NATO and the Atlantic fleet is totally ignored or 3 where the Russians INVADE ALL OF EUROPE AT ONCE. ALL OF IT.
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>>22159666
I kinda liked the DC fight and the charge on the white house to retake it
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>>22159666
EVERY.
LAST.
INCH.
No, wait...
CENTIMETER.

The truth in this image always wrinkled my jimmies.
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>[] “SOF into and out of France? The fuck?”

“Wait, wait, backup. You said you've been flying special operations guys into and out of France?” You ask, shaking your head and pondering. “That shit doesn't make sense. Why? What's in France, outside of a dickload of dead martians?”

The loadmaster shrugs. “I really have no idea sir. And it's been more into, than out of. Army SF, a few squeals here and there, some Brits who weren't too keen on disclosing their unit to me. That kind of stuff. You're the first heavy gear I've seen though. I think after this we're gonna fly a shitload of Christmas stuff out, back into the states. Mail, packages. Dead soldiers. That sorta thing.”

He shakes his head. “Gonna be a hell of a gift to give someone. I'm glad I'm not an officer, I'd hate to have to go to mama joe's house and tell her her son is dead. Or in your case, papa joe with his daughter.” He looks to Ooishi, buried in her book.

“What's it like sir? I mean, having to deal with little girls as soldiers?” He asks, tucking his hands under his flight vest. “Can't be easy, I remember trying to deal with my sister when I was fifteen. Wanted to knock her teeth in almost every day. Love her to death, but you know how it is. Younger siblings can be annoying as hell.”

[] “I grew up with three brothers and a little sister. Nothing I'm not used to.”
[] “Sometimes, they hate you. Then they hug you. Then they try to tell you that your brother is dead. Women.”
[]other
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>>22159841

[x] “Sometimes, they hate you. Then they hug you. Then they try to tell you that your brother is dead. Women.”
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>>22159841
>[] "I grew up with two brothers and a little sister. Nothing I'm not used to."
Jake only has two brothers, unless there's a fourth Bishop son that I'm missing.
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>>22159841
[x] “Sometimes, they hate you. Then they hug you. Then they try to tell you that your brother is dead. Women.”
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>>22159841
[x] “Sometimes, they hate you. Then they hug you. Then they try to tell you that your brother is dead. Women.”
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>>22159841

[X] “Sometimes, they hate you. Then they hug you. Then they try to tell you that your brother is dead. Women.”
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>>22159841

[] “Sometimes, they hate you. Then they hug you. Then they try to tell you that your brother is dead. Women.”
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>>22159895
This.
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>>22159890

==

note to self:
Proofread better, you fucking retard.
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[x] "I grew up with two brothers and a little sister. Nothing I'm not used to."

Let's not put the others into Wittman's area.
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>>22159841
>>[x] "I grew up with two brothers and a little sister. Nothing I'm not used to."

I see no reason for us to be informing outsiders of internal unit issues.
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>>22159841
>[x] “Sometimes, they hate you. Then they hug you. Then they try to tell you that your brother is dead. Women.”
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>>22159841
[x] “Sometimes, they hate you. Then they hug you. Then they try to tell you that your brother is dead. Women.”
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>>22159841
>[x] “Sometimes, they hate you. Then they hug you. Then they shoot a little girl in the face. Women.”
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Changing to this.

[X] “I grew up with three brothers and a little sister. Nothing I'm not used to.”

I should think better before voting. It's the third time I've changed votes today.
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>>22159967

I can change my vote too.

>>22159872

to the second one as well.

It was just too funny.
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>>22159967
/tg/ would be better off with everyone thought better before they posted (assuming some of them even think at all)
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>>22160016
The notion of thinking before acting generally improves damn-near anything for anyone.
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>>22160046

Or drawing our gun and shooting at the ceiling.
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>[] “Sometimes, they hate you. Then they hug you. Then they try to tell you that your brother is dead. Women.”

You shrug.“Sometimes, they hate you. Then they hug you. Then they try to tell you that your brother is dead. Women.”

The loadmaster laughs and shakes his head. “You're alright, Army. Either way you cut it, I wouldn't want to do it. Anywho, you oughtta go strap up, sir. We're gonna start descending into Saint-Asshole or whatever here really soon. Don't want to have to explain to someone why I've got an armor captain here with a broken neck.”

You heed his advice after shaking his hand and writing down his name, which is still unpronounceable. You'll have to look that guy up either after the war, or send him something for Christmas, even if it is belated.

You sit back in your seat, pulling the harness across your chest and elbowing Nicky. He wakes up groggily, muttering “aw, five more minutes mom” and rubbing his eyes.

“Shut up Nicholas, we're on descent. Let's go see what the French have for us to dirty our noses with.” you reply, Stealing a glance at Ooishi. She's got her eyes shut tightly, and is white-knuckling her book. She must really have a hard time with flight, if a routine combat descent does that to her. Luckily for you, you've had plenty of experience flying to and fro with your tanks, so you're kind of used to it by now.

1/2
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After descending gently for what seems like a few minutes, the nose violently pitches down and the aircraft starts a tight corkscrew onto the runway. Gee forces aren't your favorite sensation ever, especially since it feels like all your weight slams instantly onto your lower back. You'll be thankful once you're back in the Booze Hound, safely tucked away behind it's armor.

The descent only takes a minute or so before the pilot skillfully levels the nose and touches the rear wheels to the runway. He then slams the engines into reverse thrust to slow it's momentum as quickly as possible, right as you hear the second C-5 hit the ground behind you. You silently wonder how Rockfield took the flight, hopefully better than Ooishi.

After the routine taxiing to the apron, the loadmaster punches the ramp button before putting on a gigantic shit eating grin and giving you a flight attendant's wave. “Buh bye now! Buh bye. Bye! Buh bye” he informally dismisses you out into the sun and wind.

“Holy shit, I thought I'd never see you boys out of Poland. You know what kind of strings I had to pull to get you on this thing?” A familiar voice asks. You whip around to see Second Lieutenant Anderson standing in front of a Humvee, no doubt either stolen from base security or his personal vehicle.

[] “Anderson! How are you? More importantly, why the hell is my unit in France with all you secret squirrel guys?!”
[] “Wait, they pulled YOU off the line too?”
[] other.
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>>22160337
>[X] “Anderson! How are you? More importantly, why the hell is my unit in France with all you secret squirrel guys?!”
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>>22160337
>[x] “Anderson! How are you? More importantly, why the hell is my unit in France with all you secret squirrel guys?!”
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>>22160337
>[] “Anderson! How are you? More importantly, why the hell is my unit in France with all you secret squirrel guys?!”
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>>22160337
The 1st one.
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[x] “Wait, they pulled YOU off the line too?”

I wonder who's running the European front, MacArthur's equally incompetent son?
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>>22160337
>[] “Anderson! How are you? More importantly, why the hell is my unit in France with all you secret squirrel guys?!”
Those squirrels are up to something
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>>22160337
[x] “Anderson! How are you? More importantly, why the hell is my unit in France with all you secret squirrel guys?!”
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>>22160337
>[] "Anderson! How are you? More importantly, why the hell is my unit in France with all you secret squirrel guys?!"
Also, gadgets? We could use gadgets. Or Booze Hound upgrades.
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>>22160337
see, the thing that bothers me is a O-1 being secret squirrel unless he was prior enlisted.
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>>22160446
Specops upgrades?

What, like a silencer for the tank cannon?
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>[x] “Anderson! How are you? More importantly, why the hell is my unit in France with all you secret squirrel guys?!”
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>>22160597
Good I wasn't the only one.
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>>22160623
I'm a prior enlisted O2 for example, and most of your training takes place at the O1 level, the O2 is an all but automatic promotion, and the real work is at the O3 level. There are plenty of O3 actual spy/crypto guys.
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>>22160674
>>22160690

Why would you even put camo on that?
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>>22160732
Standards, more importantly, German standards.
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>>22160732
What, you don't put camo on your giant Shaft/Ball suppressor's?
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>>22160689
>>22160597
Or maybe he did something stupid that got him bumped down a grade.
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>>22160690
This is ballistics recorder, not a suppressor.
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>>22160800
Oh really?
But, you are probably right. Better point it out before somebody actually believes that.
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>[] “Anderson! How are you? More importantly, why the hell is my unit in France with all you secret squirrel guys?!”

You thrust your hand out to shake Anderson's. He's hardly recognizable without his beard and in fresh BDU's, and without being covered head to toe in high speed, low drag, probably experimental gear. He happily shakes your hand before motioning for you to jump in the Humvee. You quickly brief both Sargent Norton and Rockfield on where you want your vehicles after they're offloaded,

After climbing in the passenger side and putting on the sunglasses he hands you, you manage to get a word in with him. “Anderson, what the hell is my unit doing here? We should be on the line!”

“Yeah, so should we. Bigger things they need us for, Cap. You been watching the news? You got some bigassed shoes to fill, tanker.” He laughs. “Your brother's getting the MoH for that one, for sure.”

Your gut knots the instant he mentions Frank.

“Yeah, he's a crazy bastard. Dunno what the hell he was thinking, but he had to have a good reason to do something that retarded.” You reply, looking out the window. The French airbase isn't too different from an American one, save for the differences in aircraft. And personnel.

Everywhere you look, you seem to find some new variety of special forces. You can pick out army special forces easily in their distinctive green berets, a few navy SEALs with the eight pointed crown caps, and even some Foreign Legionnaires with clean white Kepis.

1/2
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“Jesus christ Anderson, it's like NATO came all of it's special forces into the same Condom. Are those Brits over there?” You ask, squinting to make out their DPM camoflauge.

“Yeah, Royal Marines Commando with a few Ghurkas. Few ground rules with them, don't call them short, don't challenge them to drink, and don't call them wankers. Other than that, they're pretty cool guys.” He replies, pulling up to a dark hangar. “You'll get briefed in there. I'll see you in a little bit.” He says as you get out of the vehicle.

“aw hell, here we go.” You mutter to yourself, stepping in.

Inside, the lights are shut off, and a large screen is dimly lit by a projector. There are rows upon rows of chairs inside, though it seems you're the only one here.

“Ah! You must be Captain Bishop, of the eleventh armored cavalry regiment? B company, correct?” An unfamiliar, disembodied voice asks. “You did incredibly well at Poznan. That was a hell of a fight, crazy to watch. Crazier to fight, I'd imagine.”

[] “In the flesh! Who am I talking to?”
[] “Uh...yeeeah. I'm gonna leave now.”
[] “Okay, I get that you secret squirrel types like your shadow wrapped enigmas, but this is just creepy.”
[] other.
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>>22161038
>[] “Okay, I get that you secret squirrel types like your shadow wrapped enigmas, but this is just creepy.”
damn squirrels
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>>22161038

[x] "All in a day's work, sir. And you are?"

>>22161028

>Ghurkas

Lord have mercy on our enemies for they shall have none.
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>>22161038
>[x] “In the flesh! Who am I talking to?”
>[x] “Okay, I get that you secret squirrel types like your shadow wrapped enigmas, but this is just creepy.”
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>>22161038
>[X] “In the flesh! Who am I talking to?”
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>>22161038
>[] “Okay, I get that you secret squirrel types like your shadow wrapped enigmas, but this is just creepy.”

Their nuts.
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>>22161038
a little tip: black ops guys are .. well more.. i dont know, they have this gravitas around them, like they have this feeling of power and insanity but you got it close
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>>22161038
[x] “Okay, I get that you secret squirrel types like your shadow wrapped enigmas, but this is just creepy.”

I'm waiting for the reveal in either of these '89 quests that they've cloned Tesla after he made a Delorean disappear trailing fire.
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[X] “In the flesh! Who am I talking to?”
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>>22161138
>cloned Tesla
>implying he isn't still alive with a tesla coil for a heart.
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>>22161138

Why would he need a Delorean when he can scratch build a flying alien powered sharkplane.
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>>22161038
>[] "Okay, I get that you secret squirrel types like your shadow wrapped enigmas, but this is just creepy."
Honestly, I'll pick any answer that includes the phrase "secret squirrel".
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>>22161185
1) The Delorean is a masterpiece and I never said he needed it.
2) The test plane rode on lightning
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>>22161038
[x] “In the flesh! Who am I talking to?”
Unlikely they'll give us a straight answer, but who knows, maybe we'll get lucky.
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ten bucks its the witch version of the boss or something like that
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>>22161038
>[x] “Okay, I get that you secret squirrel types like your shadow wrapped enigmas, but this is just creepy.”
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waiting on OP
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>>22161038
>[] “Okay, I get that you secret squirrel types like your shadow wrapped enigmas, but this is just creepy.”
Creepy Secret Squirrel is creepy.
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>[] “Okay, I get that you secret squirrel types like your shadow wrapped enigmas, but this is just creepy.”

“Alright, I've had just about enough of this. First my unit is pulled from the line, then we're stuffed into C-5's and sent to France, and now I'm sitting in a dark room with a very polite disembodied voice. I'm starting to think this entire war is just designed to piss me off. I know you secret squirrel types love this whole 'secret wrapped in enigma veiled with shadow with a bacon topping', but this is going just a bit far.” You say, starting to get frustrated.

“Ha! No worries, Captain. Second Lieutenant Anderson requested you as the armor component for this operation, and he's a good authority on warriors. Welcome to operation “Ready Scimitar”. I can give you the basics, but first I think we ought to meet face to face. Don't you?” The voice drawls. You're having a hard time placing his accent, but you can definitely tell it's American.

The man that steps into the light is incredibly nondescript. He's very average looking, save for his silver hair and sterilized uniform with only the rank and US Army tape. He's also probably one of the most dangerous men you've ever seen in your life. Special Forces types value camouflage, and what better than looking like everyone else in the crowd?

“Captain Bishop, I'm General William Garrison. I'm happy to finally meet the 'Olive Scourge' that the reds we keep nabbing are talking about.” He thrusts his hand outward.

1/3
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>>22161813
I'm not sure if my pants could take a boner of that magnitude.
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You shake his hand, then scoop your jaw off the ground. Almost everyone's heard about General Garrison and his almost flawless command record. Fewer people, though, knew about the unit he was overseeing, since he never wore any insignia and maybe the fact that his unit technically doesn't exist.

“I get that a lot, Captain. Let's get right down to business, because we're a scant days away from stepping off.” He begins, flicking the projector to life. “I'm sure, if nothing else in the news, you've noticed how they're talking about the gas prices back in the world rising. Well, there's an incredibly simple reason for this. Iraq has invaded Kuwait. Saddam Hussein, being the rat bastard that he is, is now threatening Saudi Arabia with the same, and he's got soviet backing.

“The official position of the United States and most major NATO members is that we will not engage in open war with Iraq, unless we are directly threatened. What we're going to do, is fly over there, and teach the Saudis how to fight dirty. That's why you're here. It means tankers, pilots, infantry, special forces training for the Saudis. That's you.

“While you're here, you're on strict garrison restriction unless otherwise noted. You won't see much action, no, but over in that sandbox I can't tell you what you'll see. Hopefully we'll see the Iraqis push over the border so we can give them a good old fashioned Texas style ass kicking, but we are not to go over that border or encourage aggression.”
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The projector flicks through a few slides of the Royal Saudi Land Force before showing stills of it's oil wells. They're not heavily guarded, but there are pictures of a few Saudi Arabian M60A1 Patton tanks in a loose perimeter around them.

“Make no mistake though, Captain. Oil is one of our prime motives here. Saudi is a major producer for a lot of NATO oil, and we can't let the Russians get their hands on it. Period. If they're threatened, we're going to kick the living shit out of every Baathist from here to Baghdad.” He says sternly.

“I keep hearing about some new toy that the R and D boys over in hangar three cooked up for your vehicles. And before I forget, you're getting two more witches here, and a Saudi witch when we're there. The Saudi will be non-organic like the Germans were, I wouldn't get too attached to her. That's pretty much it, Captain. Oh, and you're not part of the 11th ACR anymore. You're now the 1st ARSOF. Congratulations. Any questions?”

[] “No questions, sir!”
[] “This is a lot to take in at once, sir. Any chance you can get this on paper for me?”
[] other
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>>22162015
Who the fuck calls a tank shooting the shit out of them the Olive Scourge.
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>>22162015

>[] “No questions, sir!”

Pity about the German witches. Thought we'd be stuck with them longer.
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>>22162015
>[x] “No questions, sir!”
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>>22162052
This. I mean really? They couldn't have done better?

Otherwise:
>[] “No questions, sir!”
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[x] “This is a lot to take in at once, sir. Any chance you can get this on paper for me?”

Sounds like we won't be having to deal with Wittman. I get the feeling that Jake and co. will end up getting in the habit of not making bonds due to all their seeming moving around.
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>>22162015
>ARSOF
>Arse off

Is that what we're supposed to tell the Iraquis when they come calling?
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>>22162015
>[] “No questions, sir!”
Holy cocks on a Christmas tree.
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>>22162015
Shiny, We SpecOps now...
although I'm sad we're loosing the Germans... Maybe we can pull strings? at some point?
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>>22162052
Russians.

They're under orders to keep the good names for their guys.
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[x] “No questions, sir!”

>>22162052
Obviously they'll need the shit kicked out of them hard enough so they just start referring to them as 'Those Guys We Should Have Given A Better Nickname'.

Like most things that sounded better in my head.

>>22162058
Yeah, me too. Shame about the not-Wittmans. They were alright. At least we're getting another delicious, albeit temporary, chocolate witch.
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>>22162015
>Teaching Arabs to fight dirty

This strikes me as a poor long-term plan.
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>>22162128
Lets leave none alive. we made the mistake to let someone get away alive. We won't make this mistake again!
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>>22162015
>[X] “No questions, sir!”

Wanted to resolve the situation with Wittman first though.
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>>22162138
Hindsight's 20/20.
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>>22162138

Come on, what's the worst that could happen?
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>>22162128

I dunno.

Sushi is nice
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>>22162015
[] “No questions, sir!”

Though I really wanted to deal with Wittman too. I felt she just needed help with her C.O. death paranoia stuff.

Also>>22161813
Pic related even though it wasn't.
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>>22162205

Man, fuck Wittman. I don't give a shit what her deal was, my only regret is that we didn't get to yell at her for her stupidity.
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>>22162205

Yell at her, help her. All together.

I hope the girls did at least get their mail and they spread the word to the other witches.
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>>22162015
>a Saudi witch
>Saudi
>Psychotically rabid Wahabbists who demand all women get in the kitchen under a dozen layers of thick, heavy robes
>Tolerating a Witch of any sort
>Especially ones that don't wear pants

My brain just broke
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>>22162233
Hey dude I agree we should have yelled some more. I just have a massive White Knight complex that demands I help them poor waifu's.

*shrug*
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>[] “No questions, sir!”

“No questions, sir!” you belt out, moving to attention.

“Hey, captain? None of that jump to, hooah sir, army bullshit here. I'll have the full briefing for you in a few hours.” he laughs as he dismisses you.

Upon leaving the hangar, Anderson pulls up again. “How much for ze leetle gerl!?” he hoots over the post-factory-floor radio. You chuckle and climb in.

“So, hangar three?” He asks, after turning his jury rigged radio down.

“Uh..yeah. How'd you know?” you reply, only slightly concerned that apparently SF guys can now read minds.

Anderson just grins as he points to his unit insignia. It's not quite the standard special forces patch, though the lightning bolts are still there, representing air, land, and sea. Instead of a spade though, it's roughly shaped into a point-down triangle, and instead of a dagger there's a KE penetrator.

“We got inventive at the sewing shop, sir. Welcome to One Armored Special Operations Forces.”

Holy shit, this really IS a lot to take in.
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>>22162324
oh this will be FUUUUN...
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>>22162233
Obviously yelling would be in the part of it where she's informed about how her behavior as a raging cunt was unacceptable and was setting a bad example for her subordinates. Not to mention the fact that there was the possibility, however small, that the good Captain could have been made incapable of doing his job as a result of her little attempt at an 'I was right all along'.
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and that's it for tonight!
Wow, it was exhausting for some reason.
I'm ready for bed, haha.

Since I know most of my readers also probably read SW89, KEEP YOUR EYES PEELED. I'll have my next runtime posted there, as I'm unsure of my schedule for this week.

Thanks everyone! Merry Christmas!
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>>22162324

In this verse, the presence of witches helped advance women rights by a couple of centuries.

You can't beat you wife into submission if she can throw the stove at you.
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>>22162340

Has there ever even been a formal SpecOps tank unit before?
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>>22162340
>It's not quite the standard special forces patch, though the lightning bolts are still there, representing air, land, and sea. Instead of a spade though, it's roughly shaped into a point-down triangle, and instead of a dagger there's a KE penetrator.
Any friendly drawfags wanna get on this?
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>>22162370
I know, but it feels *really* weird.
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>>22162367

Dedicate it to Daniel Inoyue.
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>>22162367
Good thread & Merry Christmas to you too.

Gotta ask though: how likely are we to see the Wittman & co again?
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>>22162367
Mouse, did we ever get to say to the witches on their mail?
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>>22162205
She might come in handy for teaching witches how to fight dirty, though.
Ze leetle gerl seems a good choice to teach those Saudis how to be a cold, unfeeling little bitch with no conscience.
How to get her from defending the fatherland or her superiors to let her go is another question, though.
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>>22162367
So what the fuck happened to dealing with Wittmann at the end of last thread? I do so hope we see the german witches again, feel like way to much time and development went into them to brush them away with a simple theater swap
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>>22162367
seems like we just left a whole bunch of unfinished business back in germany for no reason
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>>22163090
I wouldn't say it was 'no reason', per se. We were given new orders that the Wittman & co.'s superiors wouldn't blindly allow them to tag along for and that was pretty much that.
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So has anyone sent stuff like the OP's image to the Japanese guy who made the various 1991 witches?
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>>22164182

I don't think so.

Not yet at least. If he could read english, I think he'd enjoy what we've done here too,
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>>22162374

The Isreali Sayaret includes several Spec For armoured brigades. They're equipped with MBTs but they're used in a reconnaissance role.
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>>22164182

So who does the fanart?
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>>22166996
Deculture/Protoculture, he goes by both names.



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