>>28087910
[2/2]

“Oh, just a hunch.” Kitten returns to scrubbing. “While you’re here, mind getting my back.”

You yawn. “Sure.” You dispense some body wash into your hands and quickly start rubbing Kitten’s back. She sighs in relief. Showers would be a lot easier and more efficient if one could actually reach there. “So, Kitten, you excited for today’s practice?”

She shrugs. “Sure. Why not. Get to play with tanks. Not looking forward to going to school today though. What about you?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>28087960
>> Boast


My favorite new quest has arrived!

>>28087960
>Neutral
>"Kitten, why is this happening. Am I dreaming?"

>>28087960
>Boast
I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS, OP.

>>28087960
> Polite
Very useful practice! Will be good!

>>28087960
> Boast

HAHA, TIME FOR TONKS AND TOTALLY HETEROSEXUAL GIRLS

>>28087960
> Boast
It'll be equal parts exciting and tiring.

>>28087960
Ask her how she'd go about recruiting hardened veterans who quit due to some sort of personal issue.

You know, hypothetically.

>>28087960
>Boast

>>28087960
>Boast
"Nothing wrong with platonic love!"

>>28088015
She already knows.

>>28088045
Yeah, but she hasn't adviced. The secrecy is for fun.

I dunno, I scrubbed my buddy's back a lot and nobody cried gay...

> Boast

“Oh, I’m perfectly excited!” you say. You can already feel the energy coming in. “We’ve got an instructor coming in, the Panther’s probably already renovated and ready, all kinds of stuff to be done!”

Kitten nods. You already start to work scrubbing her hair as well. “You know,” she says, “I do have to admit, I am kind of excited for school.”

You beam. “Really? Awesome!”

“If only to actually go outside.”

“You’ve suddenly ruined it.”

“You say that as if it doesn’t occur regularly.”

You sigh. Progress at least.

Your shower is then completed and soon, the both of you are in uniform. However, you’re not entirely satisfied with Kitten’s uniforms. The small details mostly. You adjust her tie, you raise her skirt up, you even decide on some fashionable thigh-highs.

“Goddamn it, Trudy. I’m a schoolgirl, not a hooker.”

Okay, scratch the thigh-highs.

A knock comes at the door. “Kitten?” It’s Nancy. “You there?”

> Let Kitten answer
> You answer
> Other

>>28088108
>You Answer
It's not like Nancy will think we're a lesbian couple or anything.

>>28088108
> Let Kitten answer

>>28088108
> You answer

>>28088108
>Let Kitten answer
How can this possibly NOT be misinterpreted.

>>28088108
> You answer
As if we trust Kitten to do that.

>>28088104
That just shows you're bros anon.

>>28088108
>> Let Kitten answer

Prank time?

>>28088108
>You answer
Misinterpretions go!
>“Goddamn it, Trudy. I’m a schoolgirl, not a hooker
Then what did we pay you for?

>>28088108
>> Other
It's open!

Because I'm pretty sure it is.

>>28088148
Haha, that's a pretty good comeback.

>>28088148
>>28088172
That or "I want my money back"

Guys, Nancy's a Mormon. I don't think they like gays so maybe we might wanna dial back the MISUNDERSTANDINGS gauge a bit?
>>28088148
>Then what did we pay you for?
Augh burrnn.

>>28088183
>>28088172
As we open the door.

>>28088195
If you're on an Academyship you're not THAT Mormon. I think Nancy will be just fine.

I hope we call Kitten Carol or "dear," or something intensely confusing.

>>28088195
Maybe you should dial back your shadowruns.

>>28088195
She's just gonna have to take it. Besides, not all Mormons hate gays, even in the real world, much less GuP world.

>>28088228
>>28088205
Eh, troof.

>>28088210
> dialing back shadowruns
> ever
Erm.

> You answer

“I’ll get the door.”

You walk to the door, letting Kitten do some fine tuning on her uniform. You open up and see Nancy, Lisa, and Ramirez, all packed and ready for school.

“Oh, hey, Boss,” says Lisa. “What are you doing in here?”

You say, “Me and Kitten had a bit of a sleepover last night. You know how it goes.” Everyone nods in agreement. They do. Kitten comes out a minute later ready, apparently ready. “Ready for school, Kitten?”

“As I’ll ever be,” she says.

TIME FOR SCHOOL.

Nope, still no energy for it.

The five of you go on your way to school. Might as well start casual conversation.

> “So I met a couple of Aces…”
> “Is the Instructor here yet?”
> Other

>>28088254
> “So I met a couple of Aces…”

>>28088254
> “So I met a couple of Aces…”
Plot with them.

>>28088254
>“Is the Instructor here yet?”
Aces are the solo quest, obviously.

>>28088254
> “So I met a couple of Aces…”
"... how do we get them back from retirement?"

>>28088254
>“So I met a couple of Aces…

>>28088228
>She's just gonna have to take it.
hehehehe

>>28088254
>> Other
Movie talk. The aces are the aces up our sl-- I can't.

>>28088254
>> “So I met a couple of Aces…”

>>28088254
>“Is the Instructor here yet?”
Let's not spread the aces around until we convince them to join

>>28088281
>Movie talk.
That. Let's talk movies.

>>28088254
>> “Is the Instructor here yet?”

>>28088298
>Movie talk
Definitely, I watched Rocketeer last night.

>>28088254
>>28088281
>Movie talk

Nobody else want to surprise them? Wagging tongues bring down kingdoms.

> “So I met a couple of Aces…”

“You know, yesterday, I found out that some Tankery aces go here.”

Lisa looks surprised. “Really? Who are they?”

You count them off on your fingers. “Well, there’s Kate Knispel, Ramirez and I saw her a couple of days back. Michelle DeWitt, she’s in my English class. There’s Wendy Kniep. Joanna Bolter too. There’s also Octavia Carius. They’re all split up though.”

Ramirez says, “Octavia’s actually in my Theatre Tech class.”

All of you look at Ramirez, surprised. “You take a Theatre Tech class?” you ask.

Ramirez nods. “Surprised?”

“… Actually, not really. Now that I think about it, no.”

Kitten asks, “Think we’ll be able to get them together again?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>28088350
>Neutral
"I'm not so sure about that."

>>28088337
Shoo shoo, back to your quest.

>>28088350
>> Polite

>>28088350
> Polite
Not without knowing the circumstances first.

>>28088350
>> Neutral
Well, given that Bolter seems to like my body I could probably get the story out of her if i tried.

>>28088350
> Neutral
...but I'll damn well try!

Bolter seems the natural sounding point.

>>28088350
>Neutral
"Not right now, maybe down the line. There is a reason that they don't do Tankery anymore, they'll need to get past that before I can even think of recruiting them."

>>28088350
> Polite

There's a reason why they are split up. Better snoop around subtly first.

>>28088350
>> Neutral

>>28088350
>> Polite

>>28088350
>> Neutral

> Neutral

“I don’t know. Honestly, I’d like to try, but it might be more trouble than it’s worth getting them together again.”

Nancy scratches her chin. “Well, I’m sure we’ll have plenty of chances later on to recruit them.”

“Speaking of tanks,” says Lisa, “our Instructor’s supposed to arrive today. Haven’t seen eye or ear of them anywhere though.”

“Maybe they’re just running late,” says Nancy.

“The Army run late? Inconceivable,” says Lisa.

The five of you arrive at the campus front entrance with plenty of time to spare. The school appears to be abuzz with activity, mostly students excited that it’s Friday even though it’s Thursday. One can dream though.

What do you do now?

> Talk with your staff
> Walk around
> Other

>>28088460
> Talk with your staff

>>28088460
>Talk with your staff
Shoot the shit

>>28088460
> Walk around
Look for other staffs to talk with! I remember last night's advice!

>>28088460
>> Talk with your staff

>>28088460
>> Walk around

>>28088460
>Talk with your staff

>>28088460
> Talk with your staff
Pre-emptively calm Nancy's future hysterics.

Wait, the carbon lining safety equipment isn't installed yet, I think.
Yeah, the staff can panic now.

> Talk with your staff

“So, Ramirez, you said you take a Theatre Tech class?”

She nods. “Yeah, it’s pretty fun actually. We get to mess around with cameras, paint sets, build stuff.”

You look over at Kitten. “Maybe you should take Theatre-“

Kitten crosses her arms, frowning. “I don’t want to be stuck with kids who are not exactly hipsters but are pretty much hipsters.”

You scoff. “That’s… actually… yeah, that perfectly describes my Theatre class.”

Nancy says, “Theatre kids are like the weird kids who are popular only because they don’t have any sense of shame.”

… Wow. Nancy.

You cross your arms. “Well, we are supposed to do Red Dawn: The Musical this fall I think. I wonder how that’s gonna go.”

Ramirez shrugs. “It’s gonna be the actors messing around and not memorizing their lines and us tech kids having to do all the work and in the end the play’s totally gonna go to shit because all the actors either keep trying to improvise or keep trying to hard to sound like they can sing well.”

Fukken rekt’d.

ALARM.

Whoop, time for class. Wait a minute, Kitten.

Who do you send Kitten with?

> Nancy
> Lisa
> Ramirez
> Yourself

>>28088582
>Ask her who she wants to go with
C'mon now.

>>28088582
> Ramirez

New friends

>>28088582
>Yourself
EVERYTIME. Make sure to sit in the back with Kitten this time.

>>28088582
>Yourself
Obviously.

>>28088604
>>28088605
Actually, chaning my vote this the one above but she has to pick one of the council so she can be friends with one of them

>>28088582
> Yourself
And sit next to her this time because Gertrude really needs help in Math (and Chem).
How else is she gonna do that mental calculations for range finding?

>>28088582
>> Ramirez

>>28088582
>Yourself
That's Theatre/Drama class/club for you. Friends on tech would always bitch about it.

>>28088582
>> Nancy

The team hyperactive and the team shut-in. NOTHING can go wrong.

>>28088582
Here>>28088637
Changing to this >>28088604 didn't even see it.

>>28088604
Gonna change my vote from
>>28088607
to >>28088604

>>28088604
Independent thought? Why, it's likelier than you might think. Let's go with that.

>>28088604
> Other

“Who do you want to go with, Kitten?”

Kitten looks over at the staff. After a minute of sizing them up, she says, “How about Ramirez?”

You nod. “Sure, Ramirez?”

Ramirez nods. “I’ll take good care of her.”

Alright then, with that out of the way, TIME FOR SOME MATH.

ALARM

The fuck? You wake up. Math’s already over.

GODDAMN IT.

Well, maybe English class then? DeWitt is there too, you might have a chance to recruit her.

Of course, you might as well continue your mid-morning naps.

> Sleep
> Pay attention
> Try and socialize with DeWitt
> Other

>>28088699
>Try and socialize with DeWitt
If we're ever going to recruit the Aces, we need to make friends out of them first.

>>28088699
>Try and socialize with DeWitt
Paying attention in English class? Who the fuck does that.

>>28088699
> Try and socialize with DeWitt
Remember, no tanks!

>>28088699
> Try and socialize with DeWitt
Friendliness!
Also Ramirez better appreciate Kitten dammit, we don't loan her out like this for nothing. Be friends!

>>28088699
> Try and socialize with DeWitt

>>28088699
>> Try and socialize with DeWitt

I didn't think that Kitten would go along with Ramirez. Oh well.

>>28088747
Weird people tend to congregate.

Speaking as a weird person myself.

> Try and socialize with DeWitt

“Hey, Michelle!” you sit down next to Michelle, packing your things down on your desk. Michelle says Hi to you as well, smiling.

“Hey, Gertrude. You’re looking good today.”

Oh stop it you. You wave her off. “Oh thanks, you too. I’m real glad we got everything done yesterday though.”

Michelle nods, snickering. “I can’t wait to see all the freshmen who try to do it at the last second.”

Oh, now that’s funny.

She looks over at you. “So, anything cool happening for you today?”

> RECRUITMENT OPPORTUNITY
> Y/N?

>>28088788
>N

You are tempting us Schteel. But we are smarter than that!

>>28088788
>N
Not yet, don't even talk about recruiting

>>28088788
First tank practice. Kinda scared.

Don't recruit directly, just mention it.

>>28088788
>N

NO! GOD, NO! GOD! NO! NO! NOOOOOOO!

>>28088788
>N
Still mention that the instructor is coming today.

>>28088788
Ehhh...can we N while still telling her about it? Too early to recruit, but no point lying.

>>28088788
> N
I wish we could take her as an advisor/mentor role, if only for now. If that were the case, I'd say yes...

>>28088788
> RECRUITMENT OPPORTUNITY
> N

But still mention the training off hand

> N

“Oh, nothing much, just practice.”

Michelle nods. “Cool.”

And leave it at that. TIME FOR ENGLISH.

ALARM

Fuck, you fell asleep again. Then again, so did the rest of the class.

Righto, time for FUKKEN CHEMISTRY.

“Miss Pool!”

You awake with a sudden start. The Professor is looking at you, very unamused that your falling asleep has interrupted his lesson. He sighs, “Perhaps you can tell us what the atomic number represents on the periodic table?”

Oh shit. Uh… uh…

THINK… THINK…

What does the atomic number represent?

> I have no fucking idea
> Try to answer
> Other

>>28088909
>Other
If you get her atomic number it means you're in for a fun night ~

>>28088909
> Try to answer
Protons

>>28088909
> Try to answer

NEVER SURRENDER

>>28088909
>Try to answer
NUMBER OF PROTONS
WE SMART NOW

>>28088909
> Try to answer
We can remember this.

>>28088909
>Try to answer
It's the number of protons in the nucleus of an atom.
>>28088931
I really want to choose this but not this day.

>>28088931
Sometimes, grades must suffer for the sake of comebacks.

Rolled 2

>>28088909
I can't decide!

If 1:
>>28088931
>Other
>If you get her atomic number it means you're in for a fun night ~

If 2:
>>28088939
>>NUMBER OF PROTONS
>WE SMART NOW

> Try to answer

Oh boy… come on, what did reruns of Jimmy Neutron and the Magic School Bus ever teach you?

GODDAMN IT, THEY NEVER COVERED CHEMISTRY.

“Uh…” you hesitate. You can God’s spotlight shining on you like Robert Kennedy intended. Now all you’re really missing is JFK just sitting there not sweating because he’s fucking diseased or some shit and you’re heating up in the cheeks enough to power a nuclear plant. Think. THINK.

“… protons?”

…

The professor sighs. “Okay, you win this time. Don’t fall asleep in my class again.”

Fuck yeah, you totally had that shit.

ALARM

TIME FOR LUNCH

> Find your staff
> Head for the Cafeteria
> Other

>>28089022
> Head for the Cafeteria
They'll be there.

>>28089022
> Head for the Cafeteria
They'll be there for us.

>>28089022
>Other
Buddy up with Bolter because we cool kids now.

>>28089022
>Head for the Cafeteria
BUT INVITE DEWITT WITH YOU.

>>28089043
this

>>28089022
>>28089041 here, I'll back >>28089043. We don't need to talk tanks with the crew after all

>>28089043
Sure, be friendly.

But we need to admit we do tanks to her sometime or it's going to bite us in the ass.

>>28089115
She knows, we already offered and she declined.

>>28089022
Get to the staff. Always safest. Also reclaim our Kitty.
>tfw no votes for your jokes to become actions

> Head for the Cafeteria

HAHA TIME FOR SUSTENANCE.

Maybe you’ll see DeWitt there too!

You enter in the cafeteria, and as usual, it’s time to pack yourself to the front of the line get all the freshest foods. You’re rewarded with a nice batch of hashbrowns, a banana, and milk.

Man, cafeteria food. You make a mental note to try and make yourself lunch instead.

You find your staff plus Kitten at the usual table and as usual you seat yourself in between Nancy and Kitten.

> Ask Kitten how her day’s going.
> Talk shop about tanks.
> Other

>>28089167
> Ask Kitten how her day’s going.
OH GOD WAS RAMIREZ A TERRIBLE FRIEND DID SHE IGNORE YOU YOU SHOULD HAVE COME WITH ME AFTER ALL.

>>28089167
>> Talk shop about tanks.

>>28089167
>Talk shop about tanks.
It's like talking directly to Kitty, except for less needy.

>>28089167
> Ask Kitten how her day’s going.
So, which one was more talkative?

>>28089193
More overprotective really.

>>28089133
I'm pretty sure we just said let's do a project about tanks.

Not, "Hey I run the tankery club." Which is what I want to say, otherwise "being her friend" can be misconstrued as "Recruiting through deception"

But that's just my opinion.

>>28089237
We seem like a doting parent then a friend at times.

>>28089274
I mean, we literally introduced ourselves as SCP and tankery club leader.

I think. Pretty sure about that.

>>28089279
I'm just having fun with it really, no need to sound as hysterical as >>28089182 in the actual reply

> Some mixture of all three.

“So, Kitten, how’s your day going? Ready for tanks yet?”

Kitten nods, smiling. “Yeah, sure. We actually just got out of Ramirez’s Theatre Tech class, I got to learn how to work the spotlights.”

Ramirez nods. “Yep. They’re incredibly powerful, just to let you know.”

“Speaking of tanks,” Nancy says, “did the Instructor say she’d come with her own tank? I can’t imagine her showing up and just telling us how things are done without a demonstration.”

Lisa says, “Well, Nancy, I’m sure she’d just use one of ours. Speaking of which, aren’t the ITL Officials supposed to come and fit our tanks with the safety equipment?”

You nod, you actually remembered that. “September 9th.”

Lisa continues. “I did some reading up on the ITL. Apparently they’ll supply starting teams with all the necessary shells and other ammunition we need once we actually start up the team and everything.”

You nod. Groovy. Free stuff.

> Continue talking
> Eat
> Other

>>28089286
Merp, went back and looked at that post, you're right.

I still think we should at least show interest in recruiting her at some point.

>>28089391
EAT

>>28089391
>Continue talking
Duh.

>>28089391
>Continue talking
Let's talk on what tanks we should bring to comp spec or what to buy

>>28089391
> Eat
Nom nom nom.

An army marches on its stomach.

>>28089391
>Eat

>>28089391
> Eat
Finish early so we can have time to talk for the rest of lunch.

> Eat

Welp. Time to eat.

You quickly down your lunch, leaving your staff to converse amongst themselves.

Nancy asks, “So, Kitten, where’d you get your array of tank information?”

Kitten shrugs. “Video games and Wikipedia mostly. I’m not that much of a Tank expert, but I do know tanks at the very least.”

Lisa looks curious too. “What video games you play?”

“Oh… a lot. Mostly FPS’s. War Thunder. Starcraft II. Stuff like that?”

Ramirez says, “I hear the Koreans take Starcraft really seriously.”

Kitten nods. “I actually thought about going competitively, but… well. Here I am.”

ALARM

TIME FOR PE.

> Actually do your exercises
> Social with Bolter
> Other

>>28089286
>SCP
What does that mean? Neither of the two meanings I know for this can be applied here.

>>28089582
>Social with Bolter
>Also take it seriously 'cuz she's a competitive archbitch. obviously her subplot is about beating her at dodgeball, then she joins the crew.

>>28089586
Sophomore class president.

>>28089582
> Social with Bolter

>>28089586
Sophomore/Student Council Prez

>>28089582
Looks like Kitten's extensive video game war experience should be an asset in our Tankery efforts.
> Social with Bolter
Time for prying!

>>28089582
>Actually do your exercises

>>28089582
> Social with Bolter
Do it.

>>28089582
>Social with Bolter
She sounds less likely to lock-up when asked about the breakup than DeWitt

>>28089582
>Social with Bolter
Smack her on the ass when the time comes.

>>28089582
>> Social with Bolter

Time for revenge butt slaps.

> Social (sic) with Bolter

“Hey, Bolter!”

Joanna greets you with a smile, patting you on the shoulder. “Hey, Gertrude! Good to see ya. Ready to get your ass kicked in Handball?”

Ah shit.

You shrug, playing along. “Oh, no I’m not ready at all. Because it’s not gonna happen.”

She points at you, snickering. “Bold. I like that.”

> RECRUITMENT OPPORTUNITY
> Y/N?

>>28089673
>Y

I'm feeling lucky.

>>28089673
Hmmm....don't we want to talk with her a bit before trying to recruit?
I'll go with
>N
here, worst case the next day can be recruit time.

>>28089673
>N
Not yet, maybe once we hand her, her own ass at HANDBALL WOO!

>>28089673
> Y
Now it's time for the pieces to fall into place.
And we do need our crazy drivers for crazy maneuvers.

But ask AFTER the game.

>>28089673
>Y

I think Bolter would take it a lot better than Michelle.

>>28089673
>N
She might be the most susceptible, but I wouldn't push our luck yet.

>>28089673
Y

>>28089673
>Y

>>28089605
Didn't help Anteater team in GuP, and they actually played a game focused on tanks.
We need those aces.

>>28089673
>Y

>>28089768
That's because they focused on it too much. Kitten can be our strategist, the rest of us do other things.

> Y

“You know, Bolter, I’ve been meaning to ask.”

Bolter raises an eyebrow, still smiling. “Sure, what’s up?’

“You used to take Tankery right?”

Her smile immediately drops into a frown. Oh boy. She says, “Uh… yeah. Used to.”

You clap your hands together, what are the right words for this? “Well, I’m reviving the Tankery Program here at Lafayette you know? And I figure, maybe your experience would help?”

Bolter looks conflicted. She gestures over to the court, “How about we talk after the game, okay?”

> Yeah
> No, we talk now
> Other

>>28089811
>Yeah

>Y
She's not likely to ruin our chances even if she declines. And if she accepts, she's probably the most reliable way to recruit the others.

>>28089811
>> Yeah
Fair enough.

At least she may be willing to tell us what's up.

>>28089811
>Yeah
I'm seeing some signs of doubt here though.
We need to figure out what happened that caused them to disband.

>>28089811
> Yeah
Hmm... still a sore subject huh.

>>28089811
> Yeah
Time to smash her ass in handball.

>>28089811
>Yeah
She'd be most likely the one more willing to tell us what happened.

> Yeah

“Yeah, sure.”

Joanna leaves to form her team, with less of a bounce in her step.

Welp, you suppose it’s time to play some handball.

The teams are divided up into ten per team. Joanna is leading the opposing team, and everyone else elects you as the informal leader. They’ve really got to stop doing that. Regardless, you’re here.

“So,” you ask them all as you’re huddled together. “You all know how to play handball?”

They all shrug and mutter. That’s as good as it’s gonna get you’re afraid.

“What’s the plan?” asks one of them, a bespectacled freshman who looks more at home in Pottery than PE.

What is the plan?

> Aggressive
> Cautious
> Defensive

>>28089811
>Yeah

>>28089888
>> Aggressive

>>28089888
Well, without knowing her team it's hard to say. Still, I've got a feeling, and it says
> Defensive

>>28089888
> Aggressive
Show our determination

>>28089888
>Aggressive
Why not?

>>28089888
> Cautious
Eh. No need to get everyone worked up and tired for the day.

>>28089888
>Aggressive
SHOW THEM THAT WE WANT IT MORE

>>28089888
> Aggressive
Her ass will suffer the slap of victory

>>28089888
>Aggressive

>>28089888
>Agressive
If you can't fight harder, fight louder

> Aggressive

Fuck it.

“Let’s just get in there and give ‘em hell.”

Your strategy of aggression works, gaining several early points. Then Joanna starts carrying her team, and then suddenly the tables are turned. With your team tired out from the aggressive play early on, they’re unable to keep up with the seemingly undefeatable Bolter. She’s not only able to outrun you, but she’s accurate with a handball, throwing shots in between your goalies legs at one point.

In the last few minutes, Joanna has the ball and has used all three of her steps. She makes a long distance throw for the goal. You, being the hero you are, decide to try and block the shot. You throw yourself in the path of the ball.

“OH! That’s gotta hurt!”

The next second, you’re the ground, clutching your breasts in pain.

THAT FUCKING HURT.

Joanna looks down at you, laughing a little bit. Looks like her energy’s back. “You okay?” she asks.

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>28090020
>Boast
Pain is just an illusion!

>>28090020
> Neutral
Flip her off, all friendly like.

>>28090020
> Boast

>>28090020
>Boast
Dont worry, I may not look it but I'm built like a tank!

>>28090020
>Boast
PAIN IS WEAKNESS LEAVING THE BODY

>>28090020
> Neutral
I will be after I beat your ass.

>>28090020
>Boast
NO PAIN, NO GAIN
AND THAT'S WHY WE NEED TO GET BOLTER

>>28090020
>> Boast

>>28090020
>Boast
My upper glacis is thick enough for a shot like that!

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128 KB JPG

>>28090020
>Boast

Thank you Ma'am, may I have another!

>>28090078
I think you mean that Trudy can tank it.

> Boast

“Oh, I’m fine! Perfectly fine!” you say as you struggle to stand up. Joanna catches you as you nearly fall over. “Pain’s just weakness leaving the body after all!”

“I wouldn’t call getting hit in the boobs by a fastball just a bit of pain.” She supports you as everyone begins heading to the showers.

As soon as you feel that hot water hit you, your pain pretty much melts away. But GOD getting hit in the breasts hurt. That must be what it feels like for guys to get in the crotch. Thankfully, it doesn’t appear like there’s any lasting damage.

You still lost though. The only lasting damage there is the damage to your ego.

Joanna showers next to you, whistling innocently.

Oh right, tanks.

She looks over at you, any happiness faded away and replaced with skepticism. “So, starting up the Tankery program then?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>28090139
> Polite
Teach us, Joanna-sensei!

>>28090139
>Polite
Please help. PLEASE!

>>28090139
> Polite
It's for a noble cause that cannot be disclosed at the moment.

>>28090139
> Polite

>>28090139
>Neutral
Give it straight.
>That must be what it feels like for guys to get in the crotch
HA! At least you're still able to have kids if you get hit in the breast.

>>28090139
> Polite
"Yes, but you clearly dread it. Forget I asked."

>>28090139
>Boast
"In it to win it. Could really use your help, though"

>>28090139
>Polite
Full disclosure, though. Even if she's not interested in participating maybe she can still give advice.

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>Get hit in the tits

>>28090139
Whatever we do, GUARD THE ASS!

> Polite

“Well, not to toot my own horn, but yes.”

Joanna nods, biting her lip. “Well, congrats then.”

You say, “You know, we could really use someone with your experience. I mean, not a lot of us really know how tanks work. Or, know a lot about Tankery in general even.”

Joanna sighs. “I can’t.”

“Why not?”

She shrugs, facing away from her and resuming her shower. “Oh, lots of different reasons. But, you know, we all swore off Tankery after Middle School. Never do it again, we all said. Besides, there’s better stuff to do with my time.” She says this, uncharacteristically saddened.

You’re curious. What exactly happened with them?

Then again, it is personal.

> Ask
> Leave it
> Other

>>28090257
>Leave it
>"Well...you know. If you ever have any advice or whatever."
>Reassuring ass slap

>>28090257
> Ask

>>28090257
>"Well if you change your mind, the offer is standing. And even if not, you ever want to talk about it and my ears are available."
Guard
Ass
Now

>>28090257
>Ask

>>28090257
> Other
No prying right now, but warn that we will ask what happened at some point. Or that we'll stumble upon information as to what happened.

>>28090257
This:
>>28090306
>"Well if you change your mind, the offer is standing. And even if not, you ever want to talk about it and my ears are available."
Attack
>Ass
>Now

>>28090257
>>28090354
You make a good point anon, change >>28090306 to
>Attack
too.

>>28090257
>Ask

Now's the time to ask if any.

>>28090306
Do it.

>>28090257
>> Ask

Delicately.

> Ask

“So, what exactly happened? Whatever broke you guys up?”

Joanna looks at you. “It’s kind of personal.”

You hesitate. “Well I- Uh. I just would like to know.”

Joanna rolls her eyes. “Well, like I said. It’s personal. You might find out if you look elsewhere, but we generally keep to ourselves about it. I’d at least like some respect about it.”

You nod. “Right, sorry.” You feel somewhat ashamed. Joanna though looks unfazed, but she’s definitely not smiling at all.

Joanna shuts her shower off, and she leaves without another word.

ALARM

Welp, time for the next class.

Theatre goes by again, with your class performing Party Quirks. Again. French class as well goes by with much fanfare as well, save for the whole –er –ir –re verb conjugation lesson which you barely paid attention to.

But now, the moment has come.

TIME FOR TANKS.

> Head straight to the Sportsfield
> Find your staff
> Other

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>>28090471
> Head straight to the Sportsfield
LET'S MEET THE INSTRUCTOR AND TANK IT UP

>>28090471
> Find your staff
> Other
>>(Rally the rest of the crew.)
>>(Assign teams to tanks.)

>>28090471
>Find your staff

>>28090471
> Find your staff

>>28090471
B-but leave it won ;_;
Our precious Joanna points.

>>28090471
> Head straight to the Sportsfield
They know what to do.

> Find your staff

You decide looking for your staff is a safe bet first. You decide on the Courtyard first.

“Hey Boss!” You find your staff already on their way there. Wow, that was actually pretty easy. You walk up to them, “Good day at school?”

You shrug. “Eh, same old, same old.”

All of you arrive at the Sportsfield, behind all of your crews surprisingly enough. The Naval Studies Engineers have even brought all your tanks out in a neat line outside of the warehouse. The crews have divided amongst their little cliques, but once they see you, their commanders all come to greet you.

“Hey, Gertrude!” Cathy says. “We were just wondering, which tanks are we gonna be using?”

“Yeah,” Samantha nods, scratching her chin. “Are you assigning crews, or can we just pick the tank we want for now?”

> Assign crews
> Let them decide
> Other

>>28090471
> Head straight to the Sportsfield

Now I feel bad....Joanna helped us avoid the irish bitches.

>>28090639
>Let them pick what they want, then check for conflicts.

>>28090639
>Assign Crews
If we let them decide themselves, there's gonna be conflict on who wants which tank.

>>28090639
>Let them decide
Seems the best way to do it.

>>28090639
>> Let them decide

>>28090639
> Assign crews
Else everyone not with a crew of 3 will just pick the Panther.

>>28090639
> Let them decide

>>28090639
> Let them decide

>>28090722
You're assuming that they know what a good tank is and will pick based on that.

> Let them decide

“You can go ahead and pick. The Sherman’s me and my staff though.”

They all nod.

Cathy jumps in the air, cheering. “We’ll take the Churchill!”

> TEAM NOT-A-CHANCE-IN-HELL ASSIGNED TO CHURCHILL MARK I (VINTAGE)

Anna scoffs. “Idiots. The French tank is obvious superior. We’ll take the S35.”

> TEAM NEEDLEPOINT ASSIGNED TO SOMUA S35 (COMP. SPEC.)

Marina crosses her arms. “Dibs on the KV.”

> TEAM BEARCAT ASSIGNED TO KV-1S (COMP. SPEC.)

Samantha pumps her fist. “Bigger guns equal bigger boom! We get the one with the stupidly big gun!”

> TEAM MINIE ASSIGNED TO BT-42 (VINTAGE)

Janek smiles, absolutely giddy. “We got the Stuart then! Victory!”

> TEAM WOJTEK ASSIGNED TO M5A1 STUART (VINTAGE)

Well, that solved itself nicely. No conflicts.

Though, you’re quite surprised that nobody picked the Panther. Oh well.

> Wait patiently for the Instructor
> Talk to one of the crews (Specify)
> Other

>>28090817
> Talk to one of the crews (Specify)
Needlepoint!

>>28090817
>Talk to one of the crews (Specify)

Need more Bearcat.

>>28090817
> TEAM NOT-A-CHANCE-IN-HELL

Curious of why they pick the churhill

>>28090817
> TEAM BEARCAT

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>>28090817
>Talk to one of the crews (Needlepoint)
Knew they'd choose the S35. So the instructor is going to be dropped from a C-17 in their M1?

>>28090817
> Talk to one of the crews (Specify)
Rifle Team (Team Minie). I wonder how they're gonna pull off indirect fire with their tank?

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>>28090888

Does Fredendall drive? It'd be pretty sweet if the instructor accidentally smashes her car while skidding to a stop in the parking lot.

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>>28090993
She is so anti-AMERICAN she probably drives this.

> Talk to Team Bearcat

“Hey Marina. Excited for practice today?”

Marina nods, smiling. “Tanks are way different from planes, but I’m sure we can do something with them.”

“So why are you so interested in planes anyway? No offense I mean, just a bit curious.”

Jenny says, “Well, our families have a bit of aviator blood in them. My grandpa actually flew an Airacobra during the war.”

“Airacobra?”

Marina clarifies, “P-39 Airacobra. It was a fighter, used a couple of fifties and a 37mm gun in the propeller. Very interesting design by Bell really.”

Lidya says, “I’m more of a fan of the P-40 myself. Rugged design, versatile.”

Hm. You know that plane, it was in that crappy Pearl Harbor movie where it takes two hours to get to Pearl Harbor then keeps going afterwards. That movie sucked.

> Wait for the Instructor
> Talk to another crew (Specify)
> Other

>>28091037
> Talk to another crew (Specify)
Talk to the Polacks.

Also
>P-40
>Not P-38

>>28091037
>Talk to Team Minie

>>28091037
> Talk to another crew (Specify)
Nee-dle-point! Nee-dle-point!

>>28091037
> Talk to another crew (Specify)
Rifles. We haven't talked to them much.

>>28091037
> other
have everyone inspect their tanks. or in other words: LOOK BUSY!

>>28091037
>Talk to another crew (TEAM MINIE)

>>28091065
Talk to rifles

>>28091095
>>28091092
>>28091065
Oh, shit, I just got why they're called team Minie

>>28091136
So?

>>28091150
I had previously thought it was a reference to Memphis Minnie, and I have no idea why.

> Some mixture of all of them

“Hey, Anna. Interesting choice with the S35.”

Anna shrugs, smiling. “Well, can’t compete with the French I suppose.”

Samantha butts in. “Well, it ain’t gonna compete with our fuckhuge gun!” Megan Enfield, one of the Rifle girls, comes in and offers her hand. Samantha immediately slaps it, looking smug. “Yeah!”

Anna looks at them skeptically. “Really. You think that” she points to the BT-42, “is going to outperform that?” she waves over at the much cleaner S35.

Samantha crosses her arms. “Heh, you say that as if you know anything about guns.”

“Do you?”

“… no. But I know more than you!”

You sigh. Interesting cast you have here.

[1/2]

>>28091188
[2/2]

Janek comes in, still extremely happy. “Well, at least we got the Stuart. Means we’ll have speed on our side.” She gestures to Anna, “Unlike Miss France” and over to Samantha, “ and Miss Stupid.”

Samantha looks mad. “Who you calling stupid? I’ll have you know competition rifle shooting requires a lot of math skills to pull off properly you a Poleaboo.”

Janek raises her hands defensively. “I’m just saying. We probably have the only decent tank here.”

You pop in with, “What about the Panther?”

All of them look at the Panther. “What about it?”

“It’s a good design, decent firepower, and we just had it tuned up. Surprised no one took it.”

Janek says, “Yeah, I’d rather not go in a German tank.”

All the other crews agree.

Of course.

You look over at Kitten and your staff, who seem to be scanning the skies as if Santa Claus himself was performing an early run.

> Go see your staff
> Talk to crews
> Other

>>28091274
>> Go see your staff

>>28091274
>Go see your staff
Tank HALO Jump?

>>28091274
> Go see your staff
Exciting clouds, eh?

>>28091274
>Stare at the clouds too.

>>28091274
>Stare at the clouds too.

> Go see your staff

“Interesting weather, huh, girls?”

Lisa shrugs. “I don’t understand, she should’ve been here by now.”

Nancy gasps. “What if she knows we’re just some newbie team and decided to just leave us in the dust!?”

Lisa scowls at Nancy. “That’s stupid. We PAID her to come here.”

Kitten crosses her arms, then squints at something in the distance. “Wait.” Everyone looks near where Kitten is looking. “Is that a Hercules?”

You squint as well. Yep, a C-130J Super Hercules, bearing down on the ship. “Ah, maybe she’s just landing now.”

…

That Hercules is getting REALLY fucking close.

Lisa says, “Aren’t they past the airport?” The droning of the propellers start becoming louder and louder. You and the crew are suddenly within it’s shadow. The back of it opens up, and you can see parachutes. Airborne infantry? No way.

Wait a second.

OH SHIT THAT’S A TANK.

> Run
> Stay where you are
> Other

>>28091411
>> Stay where you are

>>28091411
>Other
Climb into the tank.

>>28091411
>Stay
Hold the line!

>>28091411
>Stay where you are
>C-130J Super Hercules
It's not an M1.

>>28091411
>Gape in awe.

>>28091411
> Other
"Wow, the theater people really wants that Red Dawn: The Musical badly... I mean... TAKE COVER!"

>>28091411
> stay where you are
steady ... STEADY!

> Stay where you are

Fuck safety, you stay where you are.

The others follow your example and stay they are too, but they look as if they’re ready to run. You don’t blame them, you came pretty close to just running.

The airdropped tank rests on a platform supported by parachutes, coming in at a near horizontal angle. It hits the sportsfield, skidding and kicking up dirt like a racecar. The parachutes snap off, as do the cables tethering the tank to the platform. It barrels through half the length of sportsfield and comes to rest in the center, with you being on the furthest end.

The tank’s engine then starts up and it immediately drives away from the platform and drives towards you. You can just feel the awe coming from the team, yourself included, as it drives up and comes to a stop near you.

The cupola opens up, and out pops a woman clad in Officer dress. She takes off her helmet and lets free her short brown hair. She looks at you with the determination that only the US Army can offer.

“Afternoon, girls!” she says.

You walk up, still in disbelief at what you saw. This tank definitely isn’t an Abrams. The Officer looks down at you. “You must be Gertrude Pool!”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>28091558
> Polite

>>28091558
> Polite

>>28091558
>> Polite

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>>28087910

Loader-chan is best chan

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>>28091558
>Boast
Damn Right. Could it be an M8?

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>>28091674

>M8

Damn...

This thing still makes me sad... The last chance for the 82nd to keep their armour and they canceled it...

> Polite

You nod. “I am.” The Officer hops down. You can see the patches designating her part of an armored regiment. You also notice the best thing ever about her: No Recruiter’s badge. She’s here to teach. You offer your hand. “You are…?”

She shakes it, all smiles and sunshine. “Captain Jeannette V. Dubois. US Army Armor School. I heard you needed an Instructor so I brought the Sheridan out here with me.”

You nod. “Sheridan?”

She smiles, a chance to explain her tank. “M551 Sheridan Tank. Built to be air-dropped into conflicts while packing a lot of punch with a 152mm gun. And they call it a light tank.” She snickers. “A light tank!” She stops her snickering just long enough to look at you. “So, I’m guessing your crews and tanks are in order?”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

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>>28091558
please be a type 99

>>28091697
>> Neutral
Well, they all have tanks and are assigned, but we haven't really done much with the tanks and some still need work...

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>>28091697

>“A light tank!”
>Sheridan
>Armour can be penetrated by .50 cal bullets

Yes, a light tank, what the fuck is this bitch going on about?

>Neutral

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>>28091697
>Neutral

>Sheridan
Well cocks.

>>28091697
> Neutral
Eeeeeeh....

>>28091697
> Polite

>>28091697
>> Boast

Ready and willing!

>>28091714
Twinkle twinkle little plane
How I wonder what you rain
Like roman candles in the sky
Up above the foe so high
Twinkle twinkle little plane
How I wonder what you rain

> Neutral

“They’re as ready as they’ll ever be.”

Captain Dubois looks over at your tank line up and your crews. Her smile immediately drops a bit. She nods. “Hm. Yeah, interesting.” She walks over, the crews all regard her with awe and amazement. She gestures them over and says, “Now now girls, don’t be shy. Gather round.”

The girls all crowd around her front, looking curious. Captain Dubois crosses her arms and says, “My name is Captain Dubois. I’m here to teach you all the art of Tankery.” You stand next to you, looking as professional as you can. “As I can see from your line up, this is going to be a real challenge. But, I haven’t given up on grown men and women twice your size, I won’t do it now. I’m guessing your tanks haven’t been fitted with the standard Tankery safety gear yet?”

You shake your head.

“Got the shells?”

You shake your head again.

“That’s alright, I brought my own.”

The Hercules quickly makes another pass and drops a crate down onto the sportsfield near where Dubois landed. “Now, how about we start simple. First team to make it to that crate wins. On your mark, get set, go.” The crews all look around confused, then quickly realize the situation and run to their tanks.

> Participate
> Observe
> Other

>>28091852
>Participate

>>28091852
>Participate

At least she's trying to actually train us.

>>28091852

>Participate

LEAD FROM THE FRONT

FOLLOW MEEEEEEEE

>>28091852
>Participate
Sherman stronk.

>>28091852
>Participate
LET'S DO THIS