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Saturday edition!

Missed past threads? Catch them here:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=pararescue+witches

Twitter: https://twitter.com/MercCommand

You are Captain WILLIAM PIERCE, a combat rescue officer of the United States Air Force. You just recently met the new witches you were going to be working with, Tarin and Janice. While they both seemed to have a quirk or two, they seemed to be solid enough teammates to you. And now you're on your way to Europe, where the majority of the fighting is taking place.

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You're not sure what flight path your C-130 took, but you notice that by the time you reach Ramstein, it's already well past dark. You suspect the flight was timed that way to reduce risk of being spotted by Russian patrol craft or spies. In the distance, you can barely make out the silhouette of two escort F-16s as they peel away.

Even though none of you have been doing much for the trip besides sleep, all of you somehow still feel utterly exhausted when you step off the C-130. You and Red don't even bother to hide your drowsiness, while Janice at least tries to look proper and Tarin is well... Tarin. You see a Humvee and a pair of Air Force personnel already waiting for you on the tarmac.

"We're here to take you to you quarters, sir." The driver says.

(cont)
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>>28725885
As you sit in the back the Humvee, you can tell that Ramstein was infinitely more busy at night than at anytime you've seen Elmendorf. Almost every square inch of tarmac was taken up by landing planes, planes waiting to take off, or planes undergoing maintenance. You pass by what was once an empty field, but was now an endless trailer farm serving as temporary housing for the hundreds if not thousands of men being shipped in every day. Thankfully, since you were in a mixed unit, you were being posted up in one of Ramstein's permanent facilities.

"Sorry sir, but space is a premium, so you're going to have to share the space with another unit." The driver warns. "That okay with you?"

>Sure, I don't mind.
>That might be a problem.
>Other
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>>28725905
Can we ask what the other unit is?
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>>28725905
>>Sure, I don't mind.

Curious who we'll meet.
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>>28725905

"Depends on the unit, matey."
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>>28725937
This.
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>>28725905

>>Sure, I don't mind.
>>Who are we bunking with?

Inb4 bitch McCowtits
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>>28725905
>Sure, I don't mind.

also starbound is GOOD!
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>>28725905
>Sure, I don't mind.
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>>28725905
[x] Sure.
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>>28725905
>Sure, I don't mind.
not that we can say no.
also
>Other
ask what other units are going to be put up in here? I hope it's Mouse's tank units! cross overs ahoy!
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>>28725905
>Sure, I don't mind.
"Who is the poor sob's we're rooming with?"
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>>28725937
+1
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>>28726059
>Who is
Who are*
>>28726051
Ha! Not yet comrade, Maus's Tonks still need to get there!
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>>28725905
>>Sure, I don't mind.
More characters!
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>>28726099
how soon Maus!?! we want you back!
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>>28726293
Ghost did say the summoning ritual went wrong and Maus was recovering...
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>>28725905
"Sure, I don't mind." You shrug and then ask, "Who are the poor saps we're rooming with, anyways?"

"492nd Strike Witch Squadron, the 'Rabid Aardvarks.'" The driver explains. "You probably won't see them, though. Last I heard they're out on a night mission."

"I see." You nod. Well, you shouldn't be surprised you'd be rooming with more witches. At least they're fellow Air Force. You shudder to think what would happen if they stuck you with Navy or Marine fliers. Finally, the Humvee pulls up to a barracks building that looks mighty similar to the witch barracks in Elmendorf. You and the rest of your unit step out of the Humvee and start picking up your bags.

"So... like I said, space is at a premium, so you're only getting two rooms, that will make two people each." The the gives you a slight smirk as he hands you some papers and keys. "Good luck, sir."

Wondering what that was all about, you check the room assignments and the sudden implications finally dawn upon you.

>Room with Red.
>Room with Janice
>Room with Tarin
>You know what I'll just worry about this later.
>Other
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>>28726415
>red
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>>28726415
>Room with Red.
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>>28726415
>Room with Janice and future wife...JOKING!
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>>28726415
>>You know what I'll just worry about this later.
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>>28726415
>Room with Tarin
Take a bullet for the other witches and room with the creepy witch and hope we don't wake up with a combat knife at our throat.
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>>28726415
>You lot can decide on that. I'm going to bed.
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>>28726415
Ask the girls if they'd like to room with someone.
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>>28726415
>You lot can decide on that. I'm going to bed.
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>>28726415
>>Other
Let witches decide. Tarin is probably going to be the least bothered, but never hurts to ask.
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>>28726512
>You lot can decide on that. I'm going to bed.
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>>28726515
This.
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>>28726479
>>28726503
Change my vote to this.

Much more easier to deal with this and also we're a guy, better let them sort it out.
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>>28726415
>Room with Tarin
The person least likely to give two fucks about rooming with a guy. Unless we find out she's got a nympho streak a mile-wide, but I trust the Merc a bit more that the other quest runners...which, admittedly, isn't saying much.
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>>28726415
>>You know what I'll just worry about this later.
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>>28726415
>You know what I'll just worry about this later.
>Aardvarks
Fuck yes.
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>>28726415

>>You know what I'll just worry about this later.
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>>28726527
Oops, wrong post. I meant to be linked to >>28726415
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>>28726415
>Room with Red.
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>>28726415
[x] Ask the girls.
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>>28726415
Eh, let em pick. Or bunk with Tarin.
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>>28726415
>>Room with Janice

want to get to know her better.
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>>28726415
>>Other

Ask the girls.
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>>28726582
I'm fine with this
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>>28726415
"Well girls, it's been a blast, but I'm jet lagged and tired as hell, so I'm taking a room and crashing on the bed." You sigh, tossing the spare keys to your witches. "The catch is that we're going to have to pair up, so I'll let you decide among each other how to handle that."

With that, you pick up your bag and march into the barracks. Just like the driver had said, the entire building was eerily empty and silent, due to the witches being out on a mission. However, you do see lots of signs of habitation. Namely, lots of damaged walls and furniture littering the place. You even swear you see discarded undergarments lying around as well, but you don't dare turn around to confirm it.

You pass a female janitor, no doubt a local, who looks as if she's not getting paid enough for her job. You give her a sympathetic nod and continue to your room, where you collapse onto the bed and drift off to sleep.

By all accounts, you had a pretty good night's sleep, except for one time in the night where you're jolted awake by the thunderous stomping of boots and lots of loud, raucous cheers and talking. You suppose it's the other witches you're sharing the building with, but you just grimace and fall back asleep. You've had to endure worse.

Finally, you wake up for good, the morning sun peering through the cracks in your blinds. Unlike before, you actually feel refreshed and relaxed. You turn your head over to the bed on the opposite side of the room and lean forward to try and discover the identity of the witch rooming with you. A small tuft of red hair tells you all you need to know.

You check your watch. It's still rather early, and you're not due to report in for another few hours.

>Wake Red up. Might as well get her used to getting up early.
>Let her sleep. You've still go plenty of time.
>Other
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>>28726866
>>Let her sleep. You've still go plenty of time.
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>>28726866
>>Let her sleep. You've still go plenty of time.
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>>28726866
>>Let her sleep. You've still go plenty of time.
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>>28726866
>Let her sleep. You've still go plenty of time.
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>>28726866
>>Wake Red up. Might as well get her used to getting up early.
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>>28726866
[x] Let her sleep. You've still go plenty of time.
TWO SQUADS OF WITCHES
ONE SHOWER
THE HOT WATER WON'T LAST LONG
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>>28726866
>>Let her sleep. You've still go plenty of time.
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>>28726866
>Wake Red up. Might as well get her used to getting up early.

You all are soft bunch of mother fuckers.
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>>28726866
>Let her sleep. You've still go plenty of time.
Shower and a shave, but check the shower first. So misunderstandings or flashbangs?
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>>28726946

Always soft on the little sista
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>>28726866
>>Let her sleep. You've still go plenty of time.

Time to begin grooming her to become our waifu.
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>>28726929
TWO SQUADS OF WITCHES
ONE DICK
OUR GENITALIA WON'T LAST LONG
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>>28726866
I kind of wondered how they narrowed it down,

process of elimination? ddrawing of straws, Volunteers?
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>>28726969
Flashbangs. Breach and clear. Take over the bathroom.
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>>28726987
WE CANT HOLD OFF SO MANY!
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>>28726866
>Wake Red up. Might as well get her used to getting up early.
The hot water won't last long.
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>>28726975
Please no, don't start.

Troll or not.
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>>28726997
NO VICTORY CAN BE ONE WITHOUT SACRIFICE
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>>28726929
this definitively
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>>28726866
>Other
check to make SURE that is red in that bed. the last thing we need is to find out another witch is crashing with us.
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>>28726985

Volunteers maybe. Red probably feels ok with us.

Because if they went by who was least uncomfortable with it, you know we'd end up with Tarin because she doesnt care.
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>>28726987
I was more thinking what would happen to us.
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>>28727010
BUT SIR!

ITS TWO SQUADRONS OF WITCHES AND WE DONT HAVE ANY SUPPORT!

WE CANT LAST LONG!
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>>28726969
This.
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>>28727020
See this is why I'm suggesting we go on the offensive instead being on D. Take the fight to them for once!
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>>28727032
THAT NEGATIVITY WILL NOT GET YOU ANYWHERE!

YOUR TRAINING HAS PREPARED YOU FOR ANYTHING!

YOU WILL TAKE OVER THE SHOWERS AND YOU WILL SUCCEED!
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Okay let Red sleep, she will learn about the scarcity of hot water the more she sleeps.

On another note: Metric or Imperial units of measurement? Which one do you prefer and why?
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>>28727068
Ausfag here. Metric system only system.
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>>28727060
SIR YES SIR!

REMEMBER MY PELVIS AFTER IM GONE!
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>>28727068
Imperial or the American variant of it I guess but I use both cause I don't like yards and I use kilos half the time.
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>>28726866
You decide that you'll let Red sleep for a little while longer. In any case, she'll learn just how scarce hot water would be on a military base. Which also means you'll have to compete with the witches here for the hot water as well.

Right, that meant you had to be going into the shower.

With witches.

>Go now. Hopefully you'll be able to beat the crowd.
>Get your teeth brushed and get in a good shave first. What's the worst that can happen?
>You know what, I think I can hold off on the shower for now.
>Other
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>>28727133
Where's the trip tag?
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>>28727133
>>Go now. Hopefully you'll be able to beat the crowd.
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>>28727133
>>Go now. Hopefully you'll be able to beat the crowd.
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>>28727133
[x] Go now. Hopefully you'll be able to beat the crowd.
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>>28727133
>>Go now. Hopefully you'll be able to beat the crowd.
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>>28727133
and who are you then?
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>>28727133
>Go now. Hopefully you'll be able to beat the crowd.

Breach and clear. Lock and block the door. GOGOGO!

>import undertaking
Yes this is a important undertaking!
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>>28727133
>>Go now. Hopefully you'll be able to beat the crowd.
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>>28727133
>base
>not enough hot water
Jesus christ what kind of base is this?
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>>28727133
well, in any case...
>Go now. Hopefully you'll be able to beat the crowd.
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>>28727190
German.
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>>28727133
>Go now. Hopefully you'll be able to beat the crowd.
Revert to the quick showers like we had to take at basic.
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>>28727200
Man being on a new ship spoiled me, even the podunk middle east ports didn;t run out of hot water.
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>>28727200
Yes this base is built around the concept of GERMANIC EFFICIENCY.
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>>28727190
If it has hot water at all it will be a small miracle.
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>>28727190
>>28727200
>>28727220
>>28727221
no tankless water heaters? seriously?
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behold a new weapon for the red army to use on our foes!
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>>28727133
>Get your teeth brushed and get in a good shave first. What's the worst that can happen?
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>>28727133
Agh, hate it when I forget to put my trip back on.

Writing.
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>>28727254
Don't give them ideas!
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>>28727254
I think we've got a counter...
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>>28727250
It's a military base in wartime in a nation under siege. The power and/or gas for the water heaters are needed elsewhere.
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>>28727254
Time to bring out our own secret weapon.
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>>28727301
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>>28727322
I'm not seeing the counter here...
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>>28727133
>Get your teeth brushed and get in a good shave first. What's the worst that can happen?
Greet any intruding witches with a hearty "hello ladies!" just to scare them off
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>>28727333
apoc tanks can take out aircraft with those missiles
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>>28727304
The fact that this war hasn't gone nuclear is unrealistic (and the fact that every ship on the surface hasn't been sunk by MK 48/soviet submarines is more unrealistic/every oil well in the near east not being hit by short range cruise/ballistic missiles. thus ending the war for lack of oil) if you want to play the autism card, because even in the 1980s German bases were very very very well set up.

(I have a friend who was in Germany till 1995, stationed there waiting for SOVIET ZERG RUSH)
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>>28727322
What the hell is with that raised engine deck? Do they not want to shoot something that's behind them that is on the ground?
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>>28727322
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=erBVuc1gn8s
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>>28727333
The railgun on the Achilles
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>>28727361
>hasn't gone nuclear
This is actually explained by the SWQ background. Post WW2, all nukes were given to the UN as an anti-alien weapon. Neither the US nor the Soviets have nukes in their own control or possession.
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>>28727254
>>28727301
>>28727306
>>28727322
guys... i got all of them covered.
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>>28727361
>The fact that this war hasn't gone nuclear is unrealistic

Due remember that UN holds all the nukes under lock and key. This is SWQ world. As for subs... Who the hell knows.
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>>28727133
You decide to get into the showers early. Considering the fact that the other witches had just been out on a night mission, you're sure that they still had to be asleep. You grab your spare set of clothes and necessary toiletries and hustle over to the bathroom area.

Fortunately for you, it seems like whoever built this barracks had the foresight to install shower stalls rather than open shower bays, which would help you a lot. However, you can tell the stalls themselves were rather flimsy, and wouldn't really stand up to anybody who was really determined to to get in, magically powered or not. Well, at least it was the thought that counts.

As you pick out an empty stall, you can see steam rising up from two or three other stalls.

>Go introduce yourself.
>They're using up the hot water! Hurry up and get in and out.
>Other
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>>28727378
blame the artist
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>>28727361
Nukes are in UN hands encase the Martians come back.
>>28727410
>They're using up the hot water! Hurry up and get in and out.
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>>28727410
>>They're using up the hot water! Hurry up and get in and out.
Fuckers ain't stealin my hot water.
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>>28727410
>They're using up the hot water! Hurry up and get in and out.

THE HOT WATER! NOOOOO!
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>>28727410
>They're using up the hot water! Hurry up and get in and out.
GO GO GO!!
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>>28727361
>hasn't gone nuclear

Nukes are not a factor in this setting. That's been set up and repeated several times.

>(and the fact that every ship on the surface hasn't been sunk by MK 48/soviet submarines is more unrealistic

Subs are good, anti-sub defenses are good too.

>But in 1984 that Soviet sub surfaced in the middle of a US carrier group unde-

They are in this setting, and that is what's important.
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>>28727410
>>They're using up the hot water! Hurry up and get in and out.
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>>28727410
>>They're using up the hot water! Hurry up and get in and out.

Cause ya know, introducing ourselves while showering is a great idea.
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>>28727410
>They're using up the hot water! Hurry up and get in and out.
We will not be denied!
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>>28727410
>They're using up the hot water! Hurry up and get in and out.
We can introduce ourselves on the way out.
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>>28727410
>They're using up the hot water! Hurry up and get in and out.
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>>28727410
[x] They're using up the hot water! Hurry up and get in and out.
[x] Announce your presence with a friendly 'morning, ladies'.
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>>28727410
>They're using up the hot water! Hurry up and get in and out.
quick!
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>>28727409
Sorry, then this war if anything would mean Soviet Union would get to France, and Sue for peace if the allied forces hadn't mined the black sea with submarines (this is a thing)/blown up all the black sea oil ports/ soviets didn't burn the middle east oil regions/sink the ships), since there are no nukes, there is no viable defense, even with amazing witch skills, against ballistic missiles. (a non nuclear ballistic missile is a SCUD for reference, and those things had a really low intercept rate for example)

Sorry for the autisim, I just got bothered by the HURR WE NEED FUEL FOR WAR people when pilots get the most shit because they are expensive and tend to be higher ranked than most (and in the military people do some.. rather non smart things for higher ranked people, anyone here in the green zone will confirm)..
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>>28727500
>those things had a really low intercept rate for example

They also had a really low ACCURACY rate as well.
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>>28727452
Rules for when using public shower room/bathroom.

>Don't look at each other.
>Don't engage in conversation with strangers.
>No running.
>ALWAYS keep an empty urinal space between you and another person.
>Look where you aim to avoid friendly fire.
>Flush the toilet when you are done.
>Quickly leave if you clog the toilet.
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>>28727500
Listen. Nukes are by far not the most dangerous weapon we have in this universe. Those would be biological weapons. I'm pretty sure that France would still go "Vive le France!" and launch missiles, which would still be as effective as nuclear missiles with an even more deadly payload.
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>>28727500
You also forget that for all of Ghost's and PF's extrapolation, this is also a setting in which magical pantsless girls fly jets against aliens and cyber-soviets
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>>28727500
You're missing the part where Imperial Japan is still strong and helping the allies, there is no split Europe and the Soviets are actively sabotaging each other.
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>>28727410
>>They're using up the hot water! Hurry up and get in and out.
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>>28727500
You also got to remember the Germans didn't get split in half after WW2.So for the most part the Germans had a decent sized army to fight with. And with France/UK/US jumping in to help.... Poland though, got it's shit shoved in.
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>>28727545
Its not so true post 1970, the numbers are FORBIDEN FOR COMMUNIST CHINESE but .. lets just say we were better than WW2 bombing, and for short ranged ZERG RUSH ATTACK you can get great numbers.

>>28727551
hahahaha you've never been in a real base have you. These are nice but when it is crowded its pretty much the opposite.
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>>28727551
But what if they invite you in...
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>>28727410
>>They're using up the hot water! Hurry up and get in and out.
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>>28727628
>Its not so true post 1970

You specifically mentioned SCUDs, which were so inaccurate they had a better chance of hitting Iraqi positions than the Israelis/American bases.

>hahahaha you've never been in a real base have you. These are nice but when it is crowded its pretty much the opposite.

Notice that as of right now, there are only two other people in the showers. So yes, they DO apply
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>>28727627
In every scenario poland is nondefendable because it is flat and empty. The biggest concern is even without nukes (and this is even harder without nukes), Russia outnumbered most of Europe by an absurd number, and could if they were not held up make it to France (France's entire WW3/nuke stragety was to make it so painful to invade France Russia would stop, so I can imagine in universe France has a massive bomb nest/minefield around everywhere to prevent any Soviet incursion (and no more free Belgan border, they won't let that go down in history.

Man I think I will make a /k/ ww3 thread, WW3 was a fun thing.
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>>28727500
Remember everyone focused on super-weapons to defend against the Martians, ballistic missiles aren't a game winning thing. Also Poland was split not Germany, so different numbers considering that. the oil thing would have been stupid, both sides would need oil, wouldn't of been a smart thing to blow it all up unless it's already in the USSR.
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>>28727675
Still nope.
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>>28727733
Are you sure?
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>>28727723
We don't want you. We're busy shit posting faceblogging right now. Come back in the morning with the rest of the /k/ids.
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>>28727757
Fronk wouldn't be this bold, but...
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>>28727410
You decide to just ignore them for now. There were plenty of opportunities to introduce yourself to your new housemates, and the shower WAS NOT ONE OF THEM. You step into one of the stalls and immediately let the warm water run over our skin. After spending the better part of a day stuffed inside a C-130, a decent shower just felt AMAZING.

However, you only limit yourself to a few minutes. The longer you dilly dallied in here meant the greater the chance was of getting caught in here with you pants (both figuratively and literally) down by a squadron of witches you didn't even know yet.

Thankfully, you manage to extricate yourself from the showers without much incident. The rest of the bathroom is similarly empty, so you're able to brush your teeth and shave without interruption.

With those morning tasks out of the way, that leaves you a bit of free time.

>Go check if your witches are up and about yet.
>Let's see what sorry excuse for breakfast this base can offer.
>Try to find the witches from the other squadron and introduce yourself.
>Go report to your new CO.
>Other
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>>28727809
>Go check if your witches are up and about yet.
>Go report to your new CO.

I'm good for either or.
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>>28727809
>>Go report to your new CO.
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>>28727809
>Go check if your witches are up and about yet.
Then we can get some chow and introduce ourselves.
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>>28727809
>>Go report to your new CO.
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>>28727809
>>Go check if your witches are up and about yet.
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>>28727809
>acquire witches
Ours first, others if ours aren't awake
>acquire breakfast
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>>28727809

>>Go check if your witches are up and about yet.
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>>28727809
>Go report to your new CO.
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>>28727809
>>Go check if your witches are up and about yet.
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>>28727809
>>Go report to your new CO.

Business before Pleasure. Such is the penalty for being an officer of note.
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>>28727809
[x] Go report to your new CO.
PROFESSIONALISM!
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>>28727809
>Go check if your witches are up and about yet.
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>>28727809
>>Go report to your new CO.
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>>28727932
Our character is American right? I hope we know the Metric System.
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>>28727809
>Go check if your witches are up and about yet.
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>>28728005
This is the military we are talking about. Of course we know the Metric System.
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>>28728005
We're American. It would be beneath us
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>>28728005

I used to live in Australia before moving to America.

Adjusting to the Imperial System is a living nightmare.
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>>28728073
You tell me, I'm just north of the border and in post-secondary, you have to know both systems. Imperial for buildings and Metric for the systems being installed in the building.
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>>28728005
As much as the Internet loves to insult Americans for using Imperial. We are taught metric in school and do use it.
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>>28728120
This, we do learn it and anyone who says why don't we switch over they can flip the bill and do it themselves. That would be a true nightmare that wouldn't stop for decades to come.
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>>28727809
>Report to new CO

We'll undoubtedly run into trouble along the way.
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>>28728120

True facts. I'm more comfortable with Imperial because American handegg and cooking, but I can, and do, often use Metric, mainly for shooting and playing World of Tanks.
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>>28727809
You decide to go see if you witches were up and about yet. You head back to your two assigned rooms and you can see Red, Janice, and Tarin all up and about, obviously preparing to get themselves cleaned up as well.

"Morning, ladies." You say.

"Good morning, Captain!" Janice smiles. "It's nice to see you up so early! Certainly a good example to set for some of our younger members, yes?"

"Haha, very funny, Raker." Red yawns and rubs her eyes. "Anyways, Cap, sorry about not telling you about me rooming with you. I sorta volunteered for it, but you were already asleep so..."

"Ah, it's alright, Red." You grin. "As long as you remember to lock the door when you leave."

"I-I will, Cap."

"And I guess I shouldn't be surprised to see you up so early, Tarin." You nod to your quiet witch.

Tarin just nods in response.

"Honestly, I don't think she ever sleeps at all!" Janice sighs. "You need more sleep, both for you health and for your good looks!"

"Unnecessary." Tarin mumbles.

"Nonsense!" Janice chides and starts pushing Tarin down the hall. "Now we're going to get you cleaned up and looking proper, for once!"

Tarin turns her head to you and can almost swear her eyes are screaming "HELP ME", but you're not too sure. Anyways, you sort of agree with Janice in that Tarin needed to learn how to take better care of herself.

Suddenly, the relative peace and quiet is shattered by an extremely loud voice.

"HOLY SHIT, IS THAT YOU, WILL!?!"

That voice... it sounded familiar, but it couldn't be... could it?

"OHMYGOSH WIIIIILLL~!"

>BREAK BREAK BREAK
>BRACE FOR IMPACT
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>>28728324

>>BREAK BREAK BREAK

DIVE FOR COVER, AIRMAN. CRAZY FUCKING IVAN.
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>>28728324
>BREAK BREAK BREAK
EVADE! EVADE! OUT THE WINDOW!
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>>28728324
[x] BREAK BREAK BREAK
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>>28728324
>BREAK BREAK BREAK
DO A BARREL ROLL!
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>>28728324
>BREAK BREAK BREAK

Time to leg it boys.
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>>28728375
grab the dosh!
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>>28728324
>BREAK BREAK BREAK

CRAZY IVAN MANEUVER, STAT!
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>>28728324
>>BREAK BREAK BREAK
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>>28728324
>BREAK BREAK BREAK
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>>28728324
>Use Tarin as Intercept!
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>>28728324
[x] BRACE FOR IMPACT

STAND YOUR GROUND YOU COWARDS
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>>28728324
>BRACE FOR IMPACT
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>>28728324
>>BRACE FOR IMPACT

ITS THE MANLY WAY!
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>>28728324
>Dive! Dive! Dive! Hit your burners pilot!
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>>28728433

NO YOU GODDAMN FOOL IT'S CLEARLY SOMEONE WE KNEW/KNOW OR WERE ROMANTICALLY ENTANGLED WITH/ARE ROMANTICALLY ENTANGLED WITH.
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>>28728324
>>BREAK BREAK BREAK
Hello, Onee-chan.
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>>28728459
ITS OUR SISTER!!!
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>>28728324
>>28728459
Use Red for Threesome.... I mean as a countermissile.
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>>28728324
>BRACE FOR IMPACT
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>>28728324
...wait a second.

WAIT JUST ONE SECOND

THERE IS ONLY ONE WOMAN IN OUR LIVES THAT WOULD REACT LIKE THAT TO SEEING US, AND IT AIN'T NO GIRLFRIEND

ONEE-SAMA INNNNNNCCCOOOOOMMMMMIIINNNNGG


>BREAK BREAK BREAK
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>>28728324
>>BRACE FOR IMPACT
I fear no death.
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If this is our sister like we think/know...

Then I feel we must do this at least once... I don't know why but I feel it must be done because...
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HERE COMES BIG SIS
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>>28728725

With rape on her mind.
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>>28728324
That voice triggers something deep inside you. A survival mechanism that your subconscious had crafted many many years ago for this exact situation. And now it was time to put this to the test.

Using every bit of your military training and reflexes, you twist out of the way into a nearby side hall. You feel a rush of air and hear the loud THUMP of a body as it hits the ground.

"Aggghhh... that hurts!" Your sister Breena whimpers as she picks herself up from the ground. "Jeez, Will, why'd you have to dodge out of the way like that?! Some brother you are!"

>YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME
>You totally had that coming.
>Hi, Bree.
>Other
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>>28728752
>>You totally had that coming.
>>Hi, Bree.
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>>28728738
Not Raep, just AFFECTION.
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>>28728752
>>You totally had that coming.
>>Hi, Bree.
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>>28728752
>>Hi, Bree.
Just ignore the fact that she's scolding you. It's the brotherly thing to do.
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>>28728752
[x] Hi, Bree.
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>>28728752
>Hi, Bree.
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>>28728752
>You totally had that coming.
>Hi, Bree.
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>>28728752
>>Hi, Bree.
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>>28728752

>Hi, Bree.

Ignore her scolding. We are alpha male of this tribe of lionesses, and we give zero fucks.
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>>28728752
>Hi, Bree.
>other
"Maybe if you don't announce your presence."
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>>28728752
>"Ladies' this is my sister Bree. Bree this is Red, Tarin, and Janice"
Ignore scolding, proceed to introductions, give no fucks.
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>>28728752
>Hi, Bree.

I dodged because I could.
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>>28728752
>>Hi, Bree.
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>>28728752
>hi bree
then awkward sibling hugs.gif
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>>28728752
>>Hi, Bree.
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>>28728752
>Hi, Bree.
>Other
still hug her normally anyway. introduce her to the crew.
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>>28728752
"Hi to you too, Bree." You sigh as you help her back to her feet. She then gives you a big bear hug with the most stupidly infectious smile on her face.

"Will! It's been what, five, six years since we last saw each other?"

"Yeah, just about." You grin and then turn to Red, Janice and Tarin. "Everyone, this is Breeana, my sister, though you could just call her Bree. Bree, these fine witches here are Red, Tarin, and Janice."

"Hi there!" She waves at them and finally let's go of the hug. "Any friend of my little brother here is a friend of mine! How are you all liking Germany?"

"To be fair, we just got here." Red shrugs.

"Though I do have to say, I was hoping your barracks would be a lot... cleaner." Janice says.

Tarin just mumbles but doesn't say anything.

"Aw, hell, it'll take some getting used to but it'll feel like home in no time! But anyways, looks like the three of you are busy so I'll let you all on your way!" Bree laughs. "Hey, Will, how about we grab some coffee in the kitchen and we can do some catching up?"

>Sure, I'd like that.
>Actually, I better go report to my CO first.
>Other
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>>28729199
>Sure, I'd like that.

Eeeehhh CO.... Eeeehhh Coffee.... Coffee.
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>>28729199
>>Actually, I better go report to my CO first.

I swear we'll catch up, I just need to go do that first.
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>>28729199
[x] Actually, I better go report to my CO first.
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>>28729199
>Actually, I better go report to my CO first.

You can't tempt us, Merc.
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>>28729199
>>Actually, I better go report to my CO first.
I'll take you up on that coffee in just a moment.
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>>28729199
>>Sure, I'd like that.

Ah yes, FemGil, we meet again.
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>>28729199
>>Actually, I better go report to my CO first.
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>>28729199
>>Actually, I better go report to my CO first.
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>>28729199
>>Sure, I'd like that.
Merc breaks the cycle of little sisters! We cannot let this pass so easily!
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>>28729199
>Other: Give a moment to chat up our CO, Bree. We're not going anywhere.

Maybe you can also tell us the recipe to that pineapple salad mom used to make.
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>>28729199
>>Actually, I better go report to my CO first.
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>>28729199
>Actually, I better go report to my CO first.
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>>28729407
Actually, why not have her go with us to report to our CO then we can talk over there and after.
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>>28729199
>Sure, I'd like that.
CO can wait for a bit
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>>28729199
>>Sure, I'd like that.
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>>28729199
>Sure, I'd like that
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>>28729199
>Actually, I better go report to my CO first.
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>>28729199
>Sure, I'd like that.
coffee!
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>>28729199
"Sorry Bree, coffee's gotta wait, since I need to check in with my CO." You apologize. "But we'll catch up later. I promise!"

"I'm keeping you to that!" Bree grins.

Well, THAT was a bit unexpected. Well, truth be told, you had a suspicion you might cross paths with Bree once you reached Europe, but you didn't imagine that you'd end up being placed in the same barracks as her.

Unfortunately, finding your new COs office took a bit longer than intended, mostly because you still had to familiarize yourself with Ramstein's layout, which was a far cry from the distant Elmendorf. However, as you moved, you saw all sorts of activity going on. Since this was Germany's primary NATO base, it was the natural drop off point for the majority of troops and supplies being sent to the German front. You saw countless American soldiers and personnel being shipped in, along with the odd detachment or two from a NATO ally. However, you couldn't allow yourself to be distracted.

Finally, after getting some directions from a helpful airman, you finally find your CO's office. You look at the nameplate on the door to confirm it. A Colonel Anderson. Yeah, it was the right place. You give a hearty knock to announce your presence.

"Enter."

You open the door to see a rather normal looking officer for a senior officer, with various forms and knickknacks scattered around. However, your focus was on the man sitting at the desk. He was an older man, though quite a few years younger than Kelsey, and he seemed friendly enough. You also quietly note that his patches indicated he was part of USSOCOM rather than the Air Force.

(cont)
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>>28729911
"Captain Pierce, a pleasure to see you!" Anderson grins.

"Reporting for duty, sir." You say, saluting.

"At ease, Captain, no need to be so formal." Anderson grins. "So how's your new assignment been treating you? Not to stressful, I hope?"

"No major problems so far, sir." You say. "Though I can't make any conclusions until after we've done a proper mission."

"Ah yes, about that." Anderson frowns. "I really would've liked you and your people to take a few days off, get yourselves situated, but we DO have about a million angry Russians sitting outside of Berlin. You'll probably be getting an assignment as soon as tomorrow."

>We'll be ready, sir.
>You can't give us a bit more time?
>Other
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>>28729934
>>We'll be ready, sir.
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>>28729934
>>We'll be ready, sir.
Like there's any other answer.
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>>28729934
>We'll be ready, sir.
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>>28729934
[x] We'll be ready, sir.
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>>28729934
>>We'll be ready, sir.
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>>28729934
>>We'll be ready, sir.
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>>28729934
>>We'll be ready, sir.
That name seems familiar, but I'm probably hallucinating.
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>>28729934
>>We'll be ready, sir.
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>>28730018
Colonel Anderson is probably one of the more common random names picked by authors.
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>>28729934
>We'll be ready sir.

We should also try to get a more detailed idea what we're in for, conditions at the front, etc.
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>>28730066
Yeah, that's why I wasn't trying to read too much into it.
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>>28729934

>We'll be ready, sir.
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>>28729934
"We'll be ready, sir." You nod. "What should we be expecting?"

"Oh, standard CSAR, just to ease you and your crew into things." Anderson shrugs. "With patrols and ops going on literally every day trying to push Russian lines. you won't believe the amounts of requests we get every day. You'll be expected to be on station just outside active combat zones, ready to respond to anybody that needs you."

"I see." You nod.

"But..." There's a small glint in Anderson's eyes. "If you want something more challenging, well, I can start recommending you out to our local SF commanders, see if they need any skilled PJs to tag along with them."

>We'll start off slow.
>You can start spreading the word, then.
>Other
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>>28730442
>We'll start off slow.
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>>28730442
>>We'll start off slow

We have one who was just drafted, a trained killer, and one who is motherly

break them in slowly
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>>28730442
[x] We'll start off slow.
Pierce is purdy good but we got a bunch of newbies to watch over.
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>>28730442
>We'll start off slow.

We got one rookie and team just got put together might be better to get few ops under everyone's belts before we go all SF. Though I do want to go SF later...
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>>28730442
>slow

Most of our crew hasn't worked as a team yet.
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>>28730442
>>We'll start off slow.
The boring, safer, and practical answer.
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>>28730442
>We'll start off slow.

My team just got put together, I'd rather ease them in before jumping into the fire with them.
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>>28730442
>We'll start off slow.
but i bet 'slow' is probably a week if that much
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>>28730442
>We'll start slow

But expect to ramp up soon. Once we get these witches in gear, we have no real excuse to NOT support special forces.
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>>28730442
>>We'll start off slow.
Need to get the team working before we can start doing protagonist-level stuff.
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>>28730442
>>We'll start off slow.
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>>28730442
>>We'll start off slow.
I see Cpt. Pierce as someone who is more interested in saving lives than anything else. Plus we've never worked with this particular group before.
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>>28730442
"We'll start off slow, thanks." You say.

"Understandable." Anderson nods. "If you want to see your flight crew, they're down in Hangar 2. Report to me at 0700 tomorrow for assignments."

"Yes sir." You salute again.

"Dismissed." Anderson waves you off before returning to his own work.

Well, that went unexpectedly smoothly.

>Go check out your flight crew.
>Explore the base a bit. Check out the other units operating here.
>Go back to the barracks.
>Other
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>>28730712
See if there's any coffee left... then cry when there isn't.
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>>28730712
>>Explore the base a bit. Check out the other units operating here.
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>>28730712
>>Go back to the barracks.
>>Other
I'd bet money Bree is telling embarrassing things about Pierce. It's what older sisters do... Go stop it!
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>>28730712
>>Go check out your flight crew.
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>>28730712
[x] Go back to the barracks.
Brother-sister bonding time!
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>>28730712
>>Go back to the barracks.
Gotta talk to sis.
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>>28730712
>>Go back to the barracks.

We owe her coffee
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>>28730712
>Go back to the barracks.
Our sister is definitely telling people things about us.
We must stop her, regardless of how correct she might be.
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>>28730712
>>Go check out your flight crew.
'Cause everyone else is voting for big sis, I will vote for professional.
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>>28730712
>>Go check out your flight crew.
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>>28730712
>Explore the base a bit
>Go back to barracks

Well, it might help to see what else is at the base, but we did also promise to catch up with Bree.
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>>28730712
>>Go back to the barracks.
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>>28730712
You decide to head straight back to the barracks. You made a promise to Bree, after all. When you return to the barracks and head for the dining area, you can see Bree, Janice, Red, and Tarin sitting at the same table, with Bree no doubt telling embarrassing stories about your collective youth.

"So, there's little Will, playing around the restaurant's koi pond, not giving a single fuck." Bree says, trying to suppress her laughter. "I'm right there, telling him, 'Will, you're gonna fall in the pond. You're gonna fall in the pond. Don't do it.' And guess what happens?"

"He falls in the pond?" Red guesses.

"Bingo!" Bree laughs. "Almost on command, he falls in, starts crying his eyes out, and then the manager comes in all pissed off because he's more worried about the fish than the kid standing in the pond!"

Red responds with raucous laughter, with Janice politely giggling. You see Tarin raise her scarf up a bit to hide the barest signs of a grin on her face.

>I totally did that on purpose.
>WELL, if we're on the subject of embarrassing childhood stories...
>I thought we agreed never to speak of that again.
>Other
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>>28731166
>>I thought we agreed never to speak of that again.
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>>28731166
>>WELL, if we're on the subject of embarrassing childhood stories...

Give zero fucks and retaliate.
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>>28731166
[x]Well, if we're on the subject of embarrassing childhood stories...

COUNTERATTACK
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>>28731166
>WELL, if we're on the subject of embarrassing childhood stories...
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>>28731166
>>WELL, if we're on the subject of embarrassing childhood stories...
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>>28731166
>>I totally did that on purpose.
>>WELL, if we're on the subject of embarrassing childhood stories...
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>>28731166
>WELL, if we're on the subject of embarrassing childhood stories...
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>>28731166
>>WELL, if we're on the subject of embarrassing childhood stories...
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>>28731166
>[x]Fall on her.
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>>28731166
>>WELL, if we're on the subject of embarrassing childhood stories...
Mutually Assured Destruction
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>>28731166
>WELL, if we're on the subject of embarrassing childhood stories...

WAR!
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>>28731166
>>WELL, if we're on the subject of embarrassing childhood stories...
MAD policy is a go.
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>>28731166
>>WELL, if we're on the subject of embarrassing childhood stories...
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>>28731166
>WELL, if we're on the subject of embarrassing childhood stories...

ESCALATION!
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>>28731166
>>WELL, if we're on the subject of embarrassing childhood stories...
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>>28731166
>WELL, if we're on the subject of embarrassing childhood stories...

oh yes!
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>>28731166
Oh, OH, she was telling THAT story, huh? This called for some retaliation.

"Bravo, Bree. Bravo." You say, slowly clapping your hands as you walk into the dining room. "Hey, as long as we're on the subject of embarrassing childhood stories..."

"NO." Bree's eyes open wide. "NO, we agreed never to discuss that ever again!"

"Funny, I would've thought the same for that one story you just told..." You narrow your eyes.

"It was a joke, Will, honest!" Bree says, visibly sweating.

"Oh, I'm sure it was. Everybody was laughing and all." You make an evil grin. "Hey, how about another cool joke? Remember that one song way back, the one that always made you stay up all night because it scared you so much."

"No. NO. You wouldn't DARE-"

"Spoooooooky..." Starting to get into the tune. It was from a very old tape you used to listen to as kids, and she always absolutely HATED it.

"Okay, you can stop now!" Bree says a bit too quickly and loudly.

"...scary ghosts and goblins..."

"Pleeeeeease stop!" Bree whimpers.

"...mooooonsters, AH! Creepy crawly things!"

"OKAY YOU WIN!" Bree is now hiding under the table, curled up in a little ball. "Just stoooooop!"

"And that, my friends, is why you should never listen to Halloween songs right before you go to sleep." You say in a warning tone to your witches. "Because they can and will scar you for life, no matter how innocent they are."

"Is... is it over?" Bree asks meekly.

"Yeah, you can get out from under the table." You sigh. "Honestly, after all these years I would have figured you've have grown out of that by now."

"H-hey, you can't just get rid of phobias just like that." Bree frowns.

"Yeah well, if I hear any mention of koi ponds from anybody outside of this room, I am going to track down an old tape of that song and just play it over the intercom all day."

"Please don't."

"And you'll only have yourself to blame."

"You got a lot meaner ever since I left, you know that?" Bree pouts.

(cont)
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>>28731823
"Yeah, well, stuff happens." You shrug and take a seat. "So other than that, what have you been talking about?"

"Oh, just general stuff about what you used to at home." Red says. "Man, Cap, why didn't you tell me your sister was so cool?!"

"Ah well, I don't exactly consider her a very good role model..." Note to self. Keep Red away from Bree at all times.

"Well, the stories are certainly interesting." Janice smiles. "I can tell the both of you love each other very much."

"Yeah, well," You scratch you head awkwardly, "anyways, what have you been up to, Bree? Haven't heard much from you since you left."

"Ah, well, what is there to tell?" Bree shrugs. "Once I graduate I went to the witch academy in Colorado and used that as a springboard into the Air Force. Started off as a lowly butterbar, but I eventually worked up my way to squadron leader! Ain't that great?"

"Frankly, I'm surprised they put you in any sort of leadership position at all." You say flatly.

"H-hey!"

>Ask her how she managed to make squadron lead.
>Ask her more about her squadron.
>Ask her what she's been doing in Germany.
>Other
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>>28731836
>>Ask her more about her squadron.
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>>28731836
[x] Ask her more about her squadron.
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>>28731836
>Ask her more about her squadron.
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>>28731836
>>Ask her more about her squadron.
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>>28731836
>Ask her more about her squadron.
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>>28731836
>>Ask her more about her squadron.
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>>28731836
>Ask her more about her squadron
>Ask her what she's been doing in Germany

She's got to have an interesting group of people under her. It'd be nice to get some more information about the overall situation based on her own experiences.
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>>28731836
>Ask her more about her squadron.
I don't know how it reflects upon me that all these Strike Witches quests with sisters make me somewhat jealous.../a/ what have you done to me?!
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>>28732112
A bit overrated. Who am I kidding, siblings are great.
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>>28731836
"Anyways," You continue, picking up a cup of coffee that Janice had so graciously filled up for you and taking a sip. "What exactly does your squadron do? I can only think of so many roles 'Rabid Aardvarks' are suitable for."

"Hah, somebody already told you about that?" Bree snickers. "Well, you know, the AF can't seem to ever crank out enough F-15E strikers to meet demand, and a lot of the more well connected squadrons keep stealing them all the moment they become available. Since our squadron mostly deals with strike missions, we've sort of been stuck with F-111 strikers for the time being."

"That's terrible." You frown. F-111s weren't exactly cutting edge aircraft.

"Yeah, well, they're still good at what they do." Bree shrugs. "We can go fast and low enough that most AA systems wouldn't be able to track us, and still maneuverable enough to tangle with fighters."

"So assume you're mostly concerned with ground targets?" You ask.

"Yep!" Bree nods. "Mostly forward bases, outposts, firing positions, stuff like that. We even do a bit of CAS on the side. Just zoom in, fuck up whatever looks important, zoom back out!"

"I see." You nod.

>Ask her about her witches.
>Ask her about the situation on the front.
>Ask her if she's had any casualties so far.
>Other
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>>28732241
>Ask her about the situation on the front.
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>>28732241
[x] Ask her about the situation on the front.
We need to know how bad shit is out there, since we're going to be diving headfirst into it.
>>
I wonder if Spellcaster is one of the better connected squadrons or not.
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>>28732241
>>Ask her about the situation on the front.
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>>28732241
>Ask her about the situation on the front.
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>>28732241
>Ask her about the situation on the front.
Let's figure out what we're going to be dealing with.
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>>28732284
At this point, they were flying F-14 strikers mostly, IIRC. Navy doesn't fly the F-15E (maybe witches are not restricted by such things across all the branches?)

>>28732241
>Ask her about the situation on the front.

Older sister drives Aardvarks, yesssssss
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>>28732241
>Ask her about the situation on the front.
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>>28732241
>>Ask her about her witches.
Rather not turn things morbose
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>>28732284
Seeing how Spellcaster is the CINCPAC's baby, not to mention its reputation, probably.
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>>28732345
They do end up testing Wyvern strikers, after all.
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>>28732354
Case in point.
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>>28732241
"Anyways, all I've heard about the German front was through news and hearsay. You've been flying out there. What's it been like?" You ask.

"Aw, jeez." Bree makes a genuine frown and leans back in her seat. "It's been a mess. Every since Poland got hit, we've been continually losing ground. The early days were the toughest, with witches operating almost 24/7. Got so bad that we had cases of witches literally falling out of the sky due to exhaustion."

"That bad, huh." You frown. Not even at the height of the Alaskan campaign did things seem that bad.

"Yeah, but the line's pretty much stabilized right outside of Berlin. We've been holding do far, but nobody knows if can or for how long. So now it's just a matter of hitting Russian positions, keep them from massing their troops, and hoping we can find a weak spot in their lines."

"Numbers? Equipment?"

"Numbers?" Bree snorts. "There's only one number that's set to and it's 'more than us'. As for equipment? It's not like Alaska where they're just breaking out museum pieces. At this point, they've already burned through all their cannon fodder units, so you're going to be facing their cutting edge stuff. The latest MiGs and Sukhois, T-72s and T-80s, and the biggest and nastiest AA assets the Russians can deploy."

"Yeah, sounds about right." You sigh.

>Ask her about her witches.
>Just hang with your own witches.
>Go do some exploring.
>Other
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>>28732556
>>Ask her about her witches.

Don't end on a sad note.
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>>28732556
>Ask her about her witches.
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>>28732556
[x] Ask her about her witches.
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>>28732556
>>Ask her about her witches.
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>>28732556
>Go do some exploring.
check out the base and maybe our aircrew
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>>28732556
>[x]Ask her about her witches.
we need tactical information for the deference of our chastity.

>Boarding echspeem
yes captcha, we must worry about strange witches Boarding our echspeem
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>>28732556
>Ask her about her witches.
witch party!
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>>28732556
>>Ask her about her witches.
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>>28732556
>Go do some exploring...with our witches.

I'm honestly not sure asking about how her witches are holding up is not ending on a sad note. She's already said that things are rough, and now top-of-the-line Soviet gear is reaching the front.
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>>28732202
I have siblings...2 younger brothers. Just don't have any sisters
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>>28732671
You're missing out, bro.
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Rolled 4

>>28728005
They teach Metric Conversion skills in science classes. So long as you aren't a literal science retard, the conversions are relatively simple, and can be done in your head quickly.
For you (hopefully few) people that can't into science:
Kilograms = 2.2 lbs
Liter = .26 gallons
Gallon = 3.85 liters
Mile = 1.75 kilometers.
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>>28732556
>>Ask her about her witches.
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>>28732556
"So, um, your witches." You say, trying to broach the subject carefully. "Um, do I..."

"Do you have to be afraid of them hitting on you?" Bree finishes with a grin on her face. "Nah, they're all good kids, so really nothing more than any other witch unit."

"Ah, so I still have to deal with raging teenage hormones then, check." You sigh.

"Yeah well, they might be considered the 'rowdy bunch.'" Bree shrugs. "They like fooling around when not on mission, as a way to unwind. Never were very popular with the matrons, though."

"Great, so teenaged, hormonally charged pranksters and party animals." You sigh. "I can see why you're the squadron lead now."

"HEY! I do try to rein in their behavior... within reasonable limits." Bree says unconvincingly.

"Great. Any particular ones I gotta look out for?" You sigh.

"Frankly? All of them." Bree grins. "But honestly, I'll tell them to try and respect your privacy. Can't afford to have both our units suffer because of rampant sexual harassment, right?"

"That's... oddly mature and foresighted of you." You blink.

"Yeah, well, can't let anybody mess with my baby bro. That's my job!" Bree laughs. "But honestly, if you want to get to know my witches, you should just go talk with yourself. More fulfilling that way, right?"

"I guess." You shrug.

"Anyways, I'd love to stay and chat, but I got paperwork to fill out. Ta-ta!" Bree gives you one last wave before striding out of the dining area.

Well, that was something.

>Hang around with Red and the others.
>Get to know your neighbors.
>Other
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>>28732748
>Get to know your neighbors.
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>>28732748
[x] Other
Ambush our flight crew. Bring Red.
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>>28732748
>Hang around with Red and the others.
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>>28732748
>[x]Hang around with Red and the others.
>[x]Get to know your neighbors.

DORM PARTY!
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>>28732748

I'll second >>28732775
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hrm, fronk gives merlin plane rides, is there a helicopter equivalent?
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>>28732748
>>Hang around with Red and the others.
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>Get to know your neighbors.
Probably should mention to the girls that they'll be starting tomorrow.
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>>28732748
>Hang around with Red and the others.
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>>28732797
None that don't involve lots of puking, no.
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>>28732748
>>Get to know your neighbors.
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>>28732797
We don't know any of the well enough for that and Red's likely the only one we could likely pick up anyway.
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>>28732748
>>Hang around with Red and the others.
Gotta hang with our group.
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>>28732797
>pick up witch, lift overhead, spin around in circles while shouting WHUP WHUP WHUP WHUP WHUP
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>>28732863
>WHUP WHUP WHUP WHUP WHUP
Promptly followed by WHARB GHARBL BLARGH.
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>>28732783
This. Witch party. Keep the rape whistle close
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>>28732748
Late vote but:
>Bring red and the others to meet the flight crew.

Can't hurt to try and get the team to meet BEFORE we're actually on a mission.
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>>28732863
>>28732926
gentlemen, this is a good idea

[x]
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>>28732748
>>Hang around with Red and the others.
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>>28732748
"Later, Bree." You wave as she makes her exit. You then turn back to your own witches. "So, what do you think?"

"I think Bree is a fine woman, and a wonderful sister." Janice nods, smiling. "You're very lucky to have her."

"She seems to know what she's doing." Tarin says.

"She was really cool!" Red grins. "It would be awesome if we did mission together!"

"I meant about Germany." You sigh and facepalm.

"Oh, in that case." Janice frowns. "It's certainly a far cry from Alaska. We'll be in for quite a fight."

"Alaska was too easy, anyways." Tarin shrugs. "I'm always up for a challenge."

"Ummm, I'm actually kinda nervous about it." Red frowns. "I mean... I was supposed to go to Alaska to get some experience but I literally only went on one mission before getting sent here, and we didn't even see any combat. What if... what if I screw up?"

"Well, that's what we're here for." You say, motioning to yourself and Janice and Tarin. "To pick you back up when you fall."

"T-thanks." Red smiles.

"Hey, Captain, you got to bogeys on your six." Tarin says.

"Hm?"

"Oh, it looks like two of Bree's witches." Janice smiles. "How sweet, you're already picking up a fanclub!"

>Invite them over.
>BOO!
>Other
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>>28733109
>Invite them over.
THEN
>BOO!
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>>28733109
>>Invite them over.
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>>28733109
>>Other
"Help."
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>>28733109
>Invite them over
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>>28733109
>>Invite them over.
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>>28733109
>Invite them over

"So. It has come to this."
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>>28733149
This
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While I can't wait to get into action and get rescuing I'm sad we'll never be able to legitimately say in combat "Driver, Infantry ahead, Advance, Tracks at your discretion."

Goddamnit Mouse, hurry up and run TW89 again
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>>28733109
>>BOO!
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>>28733187
"I want to hit them with my sword!"
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>>28733109
[x] Invite them over.
Do not encourage silliness. We will only doom ourselves.
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>>28733109
>Invite them over.
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>>28733255
there is literally no option here that does not invite silliness. Tis the fate of males in mixed units...especially when they're the ONLY male in the unit
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>>28733233
I can't wait until the sword needs to be pulled. Oh boy, that'll be fun.
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>>28733281
as long as we didn't eat any charms beforehand. Or touched them. Or been within 100 meters of them...
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Dg3Us9ld2g
>OOH OOH DRESS BLUES WITH A SWORD
>...and Colbert is out here rollin' around fuck-butt Iraq huntin' for dragons in a MOPP suit that smells like 4 days of piss and ball sweat
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You turn around and see two pairs of eyes peeking in from the door.

"Holy shit, you were right!" One of the pairs of eyes whispers to the other rather loudly. "There is a guy in the barracks!"

"See, I told you!" The other hisses back.

"Well, don't just stand there." You say, waving at them. "Come on in."

Both witches, somehow surprised that they've been discovered, squeak in alarm and duck away, before slowly and meekly revealing themselves.

"How nice, some more company!" Janice smiles. "Come and sit down! What are your names?"

"I-I'm Count." One of them stammers.

"And I'm L." The other one says a bit more confidently.

"I assume you're part of Bree's squadron?"

"Yeah." L nods. "We just wanted to see if the rumor were true."

"That there was GUY in our barracks!" Count adds in.

"Well, here I am." You say.

"Huh. Interesting." L says. "I sort of wonder how the barracks dynamic will change with a solitary male added to the mix."

"H-he's totally going SNEAK INTO OUR ROOM AND MOLEST US, isn't he?!?" Count squeals.

>I, uh, what?
>No, I won't do such a thing.
>Only to the naughty little girls.
>Other
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>>28733462
>>Only to the naughty little girls.

Let's joke around. This will TOTALLY NOT end up badly.
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>>28733462
>I'm pretty sure you got that backwards
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>>28733462
[x] "I would never molest such fine young ladies as yourselves against their will!"
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>>28733462
seconding >>28733489
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>>28733489
>>28733462
Yes.
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>>28733489

[x] YES
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>>28733462
>>28733489
Yeah, this one.
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>>28733489
This. We know our history
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Rolled 16

>>28733489
this
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>>28733462

>>28733489
>I'm pretty sure you got that backwards

Hello, This is Tarin, Janice, Red and I am Captain William Pierce.
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>>28733489

This. They don't think it be like it is.
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>>28733489
lol this
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>>28733489
This, but make it clear we aren't interested.
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>>28733526
But it do.
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>>28733526
hornet, we getting more Bitchtits after the thread?
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>>28733603
That's the plan
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>>28733610
Yay
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>>28733547
beat me to it
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"Actually, I think you got that backwards." You sigh. "I'M probably the one that should be fearful of getting molested in the night."

"You know, statistically, what he's saying is true." L says.

"B-b-b-but-" Count stammers.

"Hey, Cap here is cool. Don't go saying he's some kind of pervert, or something!" Red says in your defense.

"Wait, are you even a witch?" Count blinks. "Y-you're wearing pants!"

"Ugh, not this again." Red sighs.

"Hey, cool it, all of you." You shake your head. "Count, L, I'm Captain Pierce. These witches here are Red, Janice, and Tarin."

"H-hi." Count waves meekly.

"Greetings." L nods.

"Oh, two are just so adorable!" Janice says as she hugs to two witches, much to their surprise. "Can we keep them, Captain?"

"If you promise to feed and clean up after them, then sure." You shrug.

"Augh, we're getting kidnapped!" Count cries.

"Frankly, I don't mind. Can't be any worse than Bree." L shrugs.

All of you just laugh.

---

>Meanwhile...

"ACHOO!" Bree sneezes loudly as she signs off on yet another form. "Ugh, maybe I should start wearing a jacket on missions..."

>And that's it for tonight! Since there wasn't a thread on Friday, I'll be running a special thread on Sunday night to make up for it. Be sure to catch it!
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>>28733799
Night Merc, thanks for running!
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>>28733799
Night, Merc! Thanks for running!
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>>28733799

>sunday night starts in 8 hours for me.

Thanks for running!
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>>28733799
Thanks for running.
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>>28733799
>Can't be any worse than Bree
"LITTLE DO YOU KNOW...I'M HER LITTLE BROTHER...MUAHAAHHAHAHA"

Thanks for running Merc. How long you think this is gonna go?
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>>28733799
woo, thanks for the session merc, looking forward to more
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Fun run, Merc!
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Sleep did not come easily for Holly MacLeod, not after her encounter with Lt. Wells. It didn't help that for some reason, the movies some of the girls wanted to watch included A Nightmare on Elm Street, and Alien. While they'd all had their fun shouting bad advice at the chartacters on screen, Holly had been been somewhat subdued throughout the evening, still somewhat upset by her encounter with the Spellcaster witch, and went to bed minutes after Alien came to an end. She was still more or less awake when Chris finally turned in for sleep around midnight. She could feel her friend standing next to her for a moment before shuffling off quietly to her own bed.

Some time later, the sound of metal being dragged along the tile floor forced her eyes open and called her attention to the door of her room.

"You tried to take him away from me." A dimunitive, black-robed figure stood in the doorway, smoke pouring through around mini-lich. In it's small hands was a scythe, the visage of that stupid squid Frank Bishop clearly engraved upon it. The hood suddenly fell back, revealing the dead visage of Lt. Samantha Wells. Blood dripped from her wrists onto the floor, a light pitter-patter in the air.

"YOU TRIED TO TAKE HIM AWAY FROM ME!" Lt. Wells screamed from the doorway, rushing forward with blinding speed, bringing the scythe down towards Holly's neck. She could only watch the blade in terror, having suddenly been restrained by meathooks and leather straps that trapped her firmly against the bed.
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"AACKBLAH!" Holly screamed in defiance and terror, sitting up in bed and flailing with her arms for a moment before she realized she was now truly awake.

'What's her callsign? Banshee? Creepster? That little...KID!' she fumed, still gasping from the sudden shock.

Blearily, she stared at the digital clock next to her bed. 4:17AM. On the other side of the room, Chris moaned awake.

"Stooooopscreaminpleeeeeezzzrzzrzbthrhb" she managed to groan before collapsing once more against her pillow. Holly glared beams of intense jealousy at her wingwitch, but imaginary lasers could do nothing to further rouse Chris to share in the suffering. While she may deserve it as retribution for constantly asking about her and Wilkins, Holly decided to leave her be.

'The office, then.' After getting dressed, she quietly exited the shared room and snuck to her office. She figured that she could always get some more work done, file away some more reports, and beat her girls to chow.

Her mood sank further when she saw the stack of paperwork on her desk that hadn't been there last night, a note from Chris sitting atop it:

'Hey you, a runner came by after you went off to pout in bed, late delivery, transport delays or something. Decided you didn't need to wake up for this, you'd see it in the morning. BTW, seriously are you okay? Talk to me! -C'

Holly was then very glad to not have dragged Chris out of bed- oh, there was more on the other side:

'Did Wilkins have our shoes and stuff warmed while we were on patrol???? OMG THAT IS ADORABLE DO NOT LET HIM OUT OF OUR SIGHT BEST GROUND CREW -C'

'It was pretty nice,' Holly thought. 'The Wing could use anything it can get to keep morale up.' As the Wing Commander, she COULD put in a request to keep the crew attached to her witches. Leaning back in her chair, she yawned loudly, and started rummaging through a file cabinet to look for the necessary form.
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>>28733874
-

Lacking sleep didn't make her any less enthused at the prospect of beating everyone in the witch barracks to food. Some of the girls could cook, and they tended to make breakfast. When enough people could pester her into it, Holly could make some decent hash browns, bacon and eggs, and folks seemed so happy about it afterwards that it made her happy in return.

But technically this was her day off of alert and she was dead tired, so screw cooking. The chow hall stuff wasn't nearly as bad as some folks liked to complain. At least, she thought as much.

She got to the mess building early enough, around 0645, that lines had yet to form at its entrances. Already some folks were leaving. She recognized members of her squadron's ground crew already running for their hangar. There were several pairs of witches scheduled to pick up CAP for the returning night-witches, so these poor guys had to be up even earlier to complete pre-flight maintenance.

Wilkins was among one of the packs of runners she saw in the distance. He slowed down upon seeing her and waved.

"HEY COLONEL! GO BACK TO SLEEP, YOU'RE NOT UP FOR ANYTHING TILL LATER!" He shouted before picking up his pace.

Holly waved back, watching the sergeant almost trip over his feet because he hadn't been paying attention. Snickering at the amusing display, she turned back to the chow hall and slipped inside. Everything was fresh and almost fully stocked still, so she could pick what she wanted and not really go wrong. Making sure to load up on extra coffee and extra breakfast sandwiches to go alongside a carton full of pancakes and syrup, she hurried back to her office.

Chris was waiting for her inside, and was actually sitting in Holly's chair, tossing her a mean look.

"Okay you, why are you up already, and for how long HAVE you been up?" she demanded.
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>>28733904
"Wh-why are you up?" Holly was surprised by her suboordinate's tone.

"Are you really that pissed off over Manaburner getting integrated?"

"No! Im not happy that it's happening, but that's over my head, not even in my wing, and-"

"Then is it the jokes about Wilkins last night?" Chris now sounded apologetic.

"No! No no no." Smiling at her friend, Holly deposited her food onto the desk, then picked Chris up by her shirt collar and pulled her away from the seat and dropped her into the visitor's chair. "I earned a comfy chair, someday you will too."

"Eeeaaaagllllleeeeeee...." Chris whined. "You've been weird since that blow-up with Spellcaster's CO when they arrived earlier this month, and it's gotten worse after their pilot got shot down! I know you read my note this morning, tell me what's bothering you!"

"You already know what bothering me. I'm dealing with it."

"I'm not the only one worried, but I am the only who's trying to do anything about it. You're being...you again."

"You mean I'm being a bitch," Holly sighed.

"You said it, not me, but I won't get in trouble for agreeing, will I?"

"...It'd be kinda dumb for me to punish you for stating the obvious, huh?" Flopping into her soft-cushioned (and now pre-warmed) chair, Holly unwrapped one of the sandwiches and proceeded to stuff it in her mouth. "Alright. I've been up since about-" she paused to 'remember'. "About oh five, I think," she lied.

"Liar," Chris accused.

"A-am not! Anyway, I figured that if I couldn't sleep," she said between bites, "I could get some work done, then take an extended crew rest before our patrol this evening." She pointed at a sandwich on the desk. "Have one."

"Okay..." Chris picked up one of the tinfoiled wrapped bundles, sniffed it, shrugged, and dug into it. After a few bites, the grin on her face suggested that it wasn't nearly as bad as she expected. "I'm going to guess what kept you from sleep wasn't pleasant dreams about a certain Tech Sergeant."
>>
Hornet, not gonna lie, your writing is kinda rough.
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>>28733936
"I met Bishop's RIO yesterday," Holly frowned at the unpleasent memory. "What a trainwreck."

"Oh." Chris said quietly. "Is it that bad?"

"The poor girl's just...broken, y'know? She's easily suffering PTSD. I shouldn't let that sort of thing bother me, but that did. Commander Kazanski was right, those Navy folks aren't my responsibility and they'll do things their way...but you really needed to see this kid to understand. Combat witches can be young, I get that, but God, she was maybe, I dunno, fourteen? Fifteen? And it's like there was nothing left for her to live for. Just bitterness and sorrow."

She blinked away some of the blurriness that made it hard to see her friend's face.

"O-on second though, don't try to meet her. It's heartbreaking, girl. It's everything I'm afraid of happening to any one of us if we become a mixed wing...and I'm really afraid we might not have a choice."

"Oh c'mon, Eagle, you know the brass can't make you-"

"They might not be able to make OUR squadron a mixed unit, sure...but they could 'reorganize' the whole wing. Take it away from me. Give it to someone more willing to listen to their stupid fucking ideas, or maybe some of the squadron leaders will jump at the offer once I'm out of the picture, not even considering the risks, and in the end I watch from the sidelines as a lot of my old people potentially get set up to suffer like Spellcaster is right now." A low growl entered Holly's voice. "That's not acceptable to me!"
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>>28733799
Thanks for the thread Merc.
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"Worry about that later then. Eat up, and then finish your-" she made airquotes with her fingers now "-paperwork. Especially if it's in regards to my suggestion. I'll even do my fair share this time, if you need me."

When Chris decided that a conversation was over, or at least on hold, there wasn't any amount of rank or authority that could get her to think otherwise, and so the subject abruptly changed to discussing how surprisingly good the sandwiches were. The mood surrounding the impromptu shared breakfast had brightened considerably, enough to where Holly even decided to share the pancakes.

Then it was time to work on filing the rest of the after action reports, as well as the new ones that had arrived from the intel shop. As promised, Chris actually stuck around to help her Colonel deal with everything. It was all going very smoothly until the office experienced a significant drop in temperature as the door slowly swung open. Standing at the entrance, with a small grin on her face, familiar manifested complete with a subtle mist billowing forward from her slight frame, is Commander Kazanski.

"Colonel. I'm here to report that Spellcaster is combat ready."
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>>28733990
The next bit is pretty long. You guys want it? Or should I hold off for the next thread?

>>28733954
Yeah, I'm still a work in progress.
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>>28734044
I'm still here.
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>>28734044
>Or should I hold off for the next thread?

Will you have stuff for the next thread if you do post the next part?
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>>28734044
YERSS
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>>28734044
I'm up for it if you're up for it.
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>>28734062
I do have quite a bit written ahead, yeah.
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>>28734044
>You guys want it?
fucking yes

anything to get us closer to THE MUG
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>>28734072
Do it then.
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>>28733990
"Chris, could you excuse us for a moment?"

The blonde witch looked at Kazanski, then at MacLeod, opened her mouth to protest, then left the room without a word, shivering as she brushed past the Navy witch.

"Come on in Commander," Holly gestured to an empty seat.

"Alright." Kazanski looked surprised but sat down anyway, her familiar vanishing with a pop, thankfully taking the cold air with it. Holly massaged her temples, thinking about what to say next, but Kazanski took the initiative. "We...worked some stuff out, Colonel, if that's what you're wondering. I have a good XO, she talked some sense into me, and that helped me talk to everyone else."

"That's good." Holly meant it. Despite everything, Spellcaster was filled with fellow witches, and her encounter with Wells had really unnerved her. "Even with his RIO?"

"She mentioned you at breakfast. She doesn't like you much."

"I noticed."

"I think she'll be okay. I hope so. I've made arrangements with the control tower to have her stationed there, for the time being."

"Don't you think giving the girl her own set of strikers to fly with wouldn't be better?" Holly asked. "A witch can do a lot of good in strikers, maybe that would help her out more?"

"Her situation is a bit...different. I'll leave it at that."

"I see..."

"She's really attached to Frank." Kazanski actually giggled at this, and that surprised Holly. Icelady didn't look like the 'gigglegiggle' type of girl. "Maybe too attached, but it's cute in a way."

"I can tell. He was-" Holly stopped right there when she noticed Kazanski's expression harden up once again.

"Is," the white-haired witch corrected. Holly decided to try that sentence again.
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>>28734098
"He saved me over Tanana, days before he went missing." That had been a hell of a scrap, the closest to "seeing the elephant" Holly had ever come, as Dad would have said. Magic barriers could protect a witch from a lot, but she'd been so worn down by this Soviet pilot that she'd not even had the pleasure of those comforts. She could still remember feeling the tracers from cannon fire burn past her, growing ever closer while she frantically tried to remember her training, remember to concentrate and recreate that very basic level of protection. "Flanker-C, all over me, and Bishop comes swooping in, pops the bastard. Didn't even rub it in despite, y'know, everything. And so here I am."

"And he's not." Kazanski said sadly. "But he's only missing in action, Colonel. He'll be back. He definitely will be back, and you can thank him in person."

"And if he doesn't come back?" The question clearly struck a nerve.

"Then we'll have to deal with that, won't we Colonel?" Only the sound of their breathing filled the office for a long awkward minute.

"How do you do it, Kazanski?"

"Do what?"
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>>28734126
"A mixed unit like yours. You're seeing for yourself why I...oppose the concept as much as I do." She looked at the various service pins on Kazanski's uniform shirt. "You're obviously an experienced witch, you had to have seen the risks for yourself! I'd...I'd feel absolutely terrible if anyone from my own squadron or the whole Wing ended up like Spellcaster did yesterday. So I want to know how you do it. WHY you do it!" Holly threw her hands up in the air, feeling herself losing her calm. "I mean, is it worth it? Does it make you a better squadron? Did you do your job better just because he was around? I just can't see it! It was ONE plane! One pilot! It might have made a difference for the 501st back when, you know, they had NOTHING like what we have today, but one plane is nothing in the grand scheme of things next to any one of us! I'll go to hell first before anyone under my commands has to end up like the girls on the Forrestal, or like you and yours!"

"That one pilot saved a lot of CAS steelwings and witches."

"With the help of another WITCH, his RIO, and the Patriot battery positioned within the pocket! I've read the reports, I was AT the battle itself! I more than appreciate what he did, I respect it, it's one of the bravest things many of us will likely ever witness in our lives, and possibly is even worthy of a Medal of Honor, but for godssakes Commander! Your entire squadron was PULLED OFF THE FLIGHT ROSTER because you were mourning the loss of ONE INDIVIDUAL!"

Was that pity on Kazanski's face?

The white-haired witch actually started laughing, a hearty, belly-shaking laugh.

"So maybe I wasn't exactly like you, but wow! That does bring back some memories!"

"I'm not seeing the humor, Commander!"
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"You will someday, and you'll feel dumber than you do right now." She grinned at the upset look Holly was giving her. "They can't make you command a mixed unit if you don't want to, Colonel. Why are you so worried about it? Pressure from on high?"

"Is it wrong to worry about unit cohesion and discipline? Tell me now so I can make plans for my next career!"

"I'm not saying it's wrong, you dumbass!" Kazanski snapped. "Do you always...overreact like this?"

"I'm not-!" Holly drew in a deep breath, realizing that she'd been yelling. "I am not overreacting."

"That's what it sounds like to me." Oh my GOD Holly hated that smirk.

"Are you going to sit there and laugh at me or are you actually going to answer my questions?" She put on the meanest look she could possibly muster. "Or are the details just too steamy be let out in pub-"

'Okay,' Holly thought from the ground next to her chair, rubbing her swelling cheek. 'I deserved that.'

"Somehow," Kazanski breathed, shaking the hand that she used to deck MacLeod, "you strike me as the type of woman who opens her mouth before she thinks, especially when you're trying to make a point. Sorry for hitting you, but you needed to be stopped before you said something you'd really regret."

"I- I won't...hold that against you," Holly said shakily, pulling herself off the ground and dragging herself back into her seat.
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Part of her wanted to strike back, but the other part of knew she just crossed a very sensitive line. She wanted to apologize, and if Kazanski didn't accept that, she wanted ask what it would take for her to get across that she was really, really sorry for even implying that Frank Bishop was some sort of squadron pet. She wanted to explain herself better, how she'd read those books on the Forrestal disaster, how devastated the surviving witches had been. She wanted to cite the many examples of mixed wings losing their entire steelwing complement in a single battle. She wanted to tell her how Lt. Wells looked on the verge of suicide, how scared she'd been when she ran up to the little witch. She wanted to argue her case, but she couldn't even open her mouth to talk back. She'd done the exact opposite of what she wanted really wanted to do, and felt rather disgusted in herself.

"Frank Bishop is a good man. I didn't trust him at first, but look at us now. We're here, able to talk about him, and he's...somewhere." Kazanski looked away from Holly, shaking slightly in her seat. "He was like the best big brother any of us could have asked for, and maybe the worst at times. Sure, he was hard to deal with in the beginning. I know I hated him. I was looking for ways to get him out of our unit. His first RIO was sleeping with one my girls, openly and loudly. Frank would always do stupid stuff, just to make me angry, and I always treated him exactly how he was acting, a dumb kid."
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>>28734098
All this shit really puts the thread where Fronk shows up at the base again in a really different light. I like it, even if Hornet is abusing my feels a but
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>>28734203
"I really do get you, MacLeod. Of course I know that mixed units have problems. I deal with them all the time. The thing is, we worked our way through all that stuff. It took time, we all grew up some, even that bastard...a-and now he's number two in kills in our whole unit. He gave everything to protect us, to protect witches and pilots he didn't even know. And we'd have done the same for him, if that's what it would have taken to make sure he could be here instead of any one of us, you are god damn right we'd do it. Without hesitation. A hundred times over. Just like you probably go to bat for your girls every single day. Any time there's a problem, YOU want to handle it, don't you?

Does it make us a better unit? I can't answer that honestly. You're right, though. One steelwing typically means nothing next to a witch. At the same, there's an awful lot of stuff they do that we can't. It gives us some extra capability in some respects...and it gives us some weaknesses, one of which I am not happy you got to witness. I thought I was better than that. I just- we just miss him so damn much... b-but we're not going to let this beat us. So we stumbled, but goddamnit Colonel that doesn't mean my unit is everything wrong with the concept, or that it can't work."

"Kazanski...I am really, really-"

"Frank Bishop isn't a piece of meat we tossed around the bedroom so we could all have a go. Never, EVER imply that, ever again." The Commander stood from her seat. "He was...he is family. Everyone in my squadron is family. Of course we're hurting after he's gone missing. How do you think YOU'D feel if you lost someone in your squadron that you cared about?"

'Worse than I do right now.'
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"Think about what I said for a bit, Colonel. I've got a flight schedule to put together, and I'll be back in an hour with it."

"...Right."

As she reached the door, Commander Kazanski chuckled. "For what it's worth Colonel, you've got a pretty tough jaw."

"Th-thanks." Holly sniffled, unable to look at the witch.

Kazanski disappeared out the door, replaced seconds later Chris, who all but leapt into the office, bombarding her CO with questions and concerns about her health and safety, wondering why it wasn't as cold inside as she expected, acting grievously offended at how the, in her words, CHURLISH NAVY BITCH dared to lay a hand on her wingwitch, and promising to get some proper payback if the opportunity ever presented itself. Holly knew that this was just her friend trying to make her feel better. Both knew that she deserved what happened.

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Okay, now we can stop for the night. Thanks for reading!
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>>28734245
Nice writing, Hornet.
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>>28734292
Thanks!
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>>28734245
I can feel THE MUGH approaching
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>>28734180

Deck the halls with fists of fury!

la la la la laaaa la la la BAM!

>>28734245

Well written, sir.
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>dead Grim Reaper Merlin with slit wrists
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you got enough stuff for next thread?


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