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>> 1944 <<

The year is 1944. For almost five years humanity has united together to survive against the alien force known only as Neuroi. From the militaristic nation of Karlsland, to the free united states of Liberion and to the island nation of Fuso, humans have all come together to fight this alien menace.

But it’s not enough.

To this end, humanity has one last great hope. The world’s greatest minds and researchers have come up with a new kind of weapon, a weapon for the special few gifted with magical powers: witches. These are the Striker Units, which allow the witches unfathomable power against the Neuroi menace.

You are one of these special users of a Striker Unit, one of humanity’s first and last line of defense against Neuroi. You are the greatest hope for Earth’s survival.

You are a Strike Witch.
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>>30957749
>> NORTH AFRICA <<

Dust blows in your face as the jeep speeds across the cliff road. The driver, a young Corporal from the Liberion Army, handles the wheel expertly as if he came out of the womb driving. Regardless of experience though, the ride had some serious chop. Rocks, ditches, potholes, everything imaginable.

The driver pulls a hard left, powersliding the jeep around a tight corner. You nearly slide right out of seat from sheer inertia. At least, you think it’s inertia, you didn’t really pay attention in class about physics. He has a wide grin on his face as he speeds up through the straight and narrow road.

What should you say to him?

> Excitedly yell, “Go faster!”
> Shyly say, “P-Please slow down!”
> Angrily yell, “Slow down! I want to get there fast, but I want to get there ALIVE!”
> Write-in
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>>30957758
>Finally, the promised quest
>First NPC is a male
My eaglewarrior senses are telling me this is a bad omen.

> Angrily yell, “Slow down! I want to get there fast, but I want to get there ALIVE!”
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>>30957758
>> Excitedly yell, “Go faster!”
GO FASTER! land vehicles are so slow~
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>>30957758
> Angrily yell, “Slow down! I want to get there fast, but I want to get there ALIVE!”
Fecking yanks can't drive for shit.
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>>30957758
>Angrily yell, “Slow down! I want to get there fast, but I want to get there ALIVE!”
I have personal traumas about this. Physical ones.
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>>30957758
> Angrily yell, “Slow down! I want to get there fast, but I want to get there ALIVE!”
We are the tsuntsun
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>>30957758
[X] Angrily yell, “Slow down! I want to get there fast, but I want to get there ALIVE!”
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> Angrily yell, “Slow down! I want to get there fast, but I want to get there ALIVE!”

“Oh come on!” yells the Driver.

“I mean it!” you yell. “So help me I will rip off your head and spit down your neck if you do not slow this vehicle down you moron!”

“Fine!” yells the driver. He shifts gears and soon the Jeep starts grinding to a slower speed. Still intensely fast but you can forgive that you suppose. Liberions, they broke the sound barrier after all according to rumors.

Regardless though, the driver is skilled enough to get you to your destination without sending you into a fiery heap of twisted metal and witch. The destination being a Joint Army base on the coast of the sea. The driver slows to a respectable speed as he joins in with convoys of supply trucks, tanks, and other vehicles moving within the base. Seems you got here during a huge movement of some kind. He presents his papers to the gate guard, then you are let in to the base.

“Welcome to Camp Anvil,” says the driver. “I think I can see your new commander just over yonder there.” He turns the wheel and slowly drives over. The witch is apparently taking stock of her Striker Unit, a very well-taken care of Bf-109 variant F-4. He honks the horn, surprising her. She immediately turns around at attention, then realizes it’s just a Corporal and Flight Sergeant. She sighs then walks over.

“Can I help you?” she asks.

The driver points his thumb to you. “Your new rookie.”

The Witch smiles. From her uniform, you can tell she’s a Karlslander. She offers her hand. “Commander Maxine Bucholz. I’m your new commanding officer.”

> Present your papers.
> Step out and salute.
> “It’s very nice to meet you, Commander.”
> Write in
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>>30957784
>>30957846
>>30957902
>>30958026
>>30958067
>/tg/ already becoming the bossy, loud girl.
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>>30958082
>> Step out and salute.
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>>30958082
> Step out and salute.
Karslandians value order.

>>30958089
Can't be helped, he was a boy. Had to get rid of him as soon as possible.
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>>30958082
> Step out and salute.
then
> Present your papers.

Be overly formal, embrace your killjoy personality.
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>>30958128
>Can't be helped, he was a boy. Had to get rid of him as soon as possible.
Boys love tsun girls, you idiot. Idiot!
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>>30958089
Bossy, loud girl is the best girl to be.
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>>30958082
>> Present your papers.
>> Step out and salute.
>> “It’s very nice to meet you, Commander.”

All of them, with a smile~
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>>30958082
> Step out and salute.
Prim and proper.
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> Step out and salute.

You quickly hop out of the jeep, glad to be out of there, then clack your heels and salute sharply.

“Your papers?” Commander Bucholz asks. You quickly fish it from your breast pocket and present it to her.

“Mhm,” she says quietly. “Good record at the Academy. Excellent discipline… Two units shot down?”

You nod politely. “They were scouting the Academy grounds and I happened to be guarding one of the Striker Unit stores.”

Commander Bucholz smiles. “I see, I see. Very good record for a rookie.”

“Thank you, ma’am!” you say, your pride swelling a tad.

“So, where’s your Striker Unit?” she asks, looking past you. You turn back to the jeep. “Did you take the Striker Unit you appropriated with you?”

“Well…” you say.

> WHAT IS YOUR STRIKER UNIT?

> Henschel 129 B-3, Primary weapon being a Panzerschreck with a Mauser C96 for emergencies. You are an ATTACK WITCH.
> P-39 Airacobra, Primary weapon being an M2 Browning .50 Caliber HMG. You are a FIGHTER WITCH.
> Bf-110 G4, Primary weapon being an MG-131 with a secondary MG-42 rig on your back in Schrage Musik configuration. You are a NIGHT WITCH.
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>>30958338
Forgot to include this as an option.

> "I don't have my Striker with me." (You will be given a default later.)
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>>30958338
> P-39 Airacobra, Primary weapon being an M2 Browning .50 Caliber HMG. You are a FIGHTER WITCH.

Do we get to choose our panties next? 3 posts in and we still don't know what kind of panties we are wearing!
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>>30958351
>> "I don't have my Striker with me." (You will be given a default later.)
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>>30958355
I vote for pure white with lace.
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>>30958338
> Bf-110 G4, Primary weapon being an MG-131 with a secondary MG-42 rig on your back in Schrage Musik configuration. You are a NIGHT WITCH.
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>>30958373
Striped pantsu best pantsu.
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>>30958338
>> P-39 Airacobra, Primary weapon being an M2 Browning .50 Caliber HMG. You are a FIGHTER WITCH.
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>>30958386
I agree.
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>>30958386
I will concede to shimapan.

>>30958338
>> P-39 Airacobra, Primary weapon being an M2 Browning .50 Caliber HMG. You are a FIGHTER WITCH.
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>>30958338
>P-39 Airacobra, Primary weapon being an M2 Browning .50 Caliber HMG. You are a FIGHTER WITCH.
Is there a reason I'm not playing Warthunder?
>Ground Forces disaster
Oh...
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Guys guys! Sine we are clearly the tsundere (bossy and loud to boys, striped panties) do we also have twintails?
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>>30958338
> Bf-110 G4, Primary weapon being an MG-131 with a secondary MG-42 rig on your back in Schrage Musik configuration. You are a NIGHT WITCH.
Best Witch.
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>>30958455
I can agree to twintails.
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>>30958455
Twintails? Sir I have but one word to say to you; Drills.
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>>30958527
Drills only work if we're a high class oujou-sama.
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>>30958455
>boys
>Strike Witches
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> P-39 Airacobra, Primary weapon being an M2 Browning .50 Caliber HMG. You are a FIGHTER WITCH.

“Interesting choice,” says Commander Bucholz.

You shrug. “It was what we had on hand at the moment, ma’am. Admittedly, I am slightly attached to the unit so I’d appreciate-“

“No worries,” says Bucholz again. She reaches in back of the jeep and pulls out both legs of the Striker Unit, heaving them over her shoulders with magical strength. “My policy is that if you arrive with a Unit, that is your unit, no questions asked. My Bf-109 F4 for instance has served me since Gallia some years back.”

You smile, looking back at it. It’s clearly well-kept, not a speck of rust or battle damage on it. Not even killmarks if she has any. You would believe that was a factory fresh unit rather than a battle-proven old war machine.

“Corporal,” says Commander Bucholz. “You are dismissed. I will take it from here.” The driver gives a quick salute, then speeds off. “Follow me, I’ll take you to the barracks.”

You grab Commander Bucholz’s Striker Unit on a gurney as the two of you walk through the camp. All around, forces from all nations are marching, taking stock, etc. It’s very busy today it seems.

> “So who are my squadmates?”
> “The base seems busy today.”
> “Are we going to see some action soon?”
> Remain quiet.
> Write in
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>>30958543
Hey hey, the unimportant support staff is still men. So is Mio's assistant.
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>>30958544
>> “The base seems busy today.”
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>>30958544
> “The base seems busy today.”
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>>30958544
> “So who are my squadmates?”

Need to be a cute girlfriend!
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>>30958544
> “The base seems busy today.”
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>>30958544
>> “The base seems busy today.”
イベント?
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>>30958544
> “The base seems busy today.”
We can't just ASK, gotta gently prod for info.
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>>30958534
Bossy, self-confident, appreciation for order and regulations, good record but with the occasional outburst of inelegant shouting when her self control slips.
Its possible, we could be the ojou-sama.
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>>30958637
As long as we have some of those traits, I don't really care about whether we're ojou-sama or not.
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>>30958637
I can dig it.
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> “The base seems busy today.”

Commander Bucholz says, “Ah. It has been busy for the past few weeks, we’ve been receiving troops and other supplies. Rumor is-“ she pauses in step, smiling. “We might be deployed to Gallia soon.”

You tilt your head. “Across the sea?”

“Precisely, probably to support the recent landings there a few months back,” she says. “Strike from southern Gallia, we can pinch the Neuroi out of the area, reclaim it for humanity.”

You nod. The both of you continue your walk. “So, soon right?” you ask.

“Hm?”

“How soon?”

Bucholz blinks, then widens her eyes in surprise. “Oh! Well, it’s only rumors. It’s not like it’ll be today. Don’t worry, we’ll ease you in. The 510th Joint Fighter Wing happens to be filled with very skilled and competent witches from all over the planet-“

The air screams as a witch flies past you, in full Striker regalia. Bucholz stands there, her warm smiling slowly turning into an angry frown.

You press down your shirt, “What was that?” you ask.

“That was-“

Another Striker shoots past, above you. You pick at your ears as you look to see two Strikers flying extremely low, at truck ceiling level above the base. They join together in formation, weaving through gaps between trucks, around marching columns, and even through hangers, like the barnstormers of the ‘20s. Troopers cheer and whoop as they fly, and you can see them even wave back at all of them, carrying huge cases underneath them.

Bucholz grits her teeth. “Those are…” She hesitates. “Those are Lieutenants Rachel McCawlay and Daisy Walker.”

They fly low down the road coming at you. Then one of them slips on her grasp of a case, it flies right out of her hands and comes speeding down at Bucholz.

> Push her out of the way.
> “Look out!”
> Find cover
> Write in
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>>30958735
> Push her out of the way.
Proceed not to grope her on the way down.
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>>30958735
> Push her out of the way.
Grope both of her tits.
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>>30958735
> Push her out of the way.
It's not gay if it's an accident. It's just skinship.
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>>30958735
> Push her out of the way.

I concur with these gentlemen
>>30958763
>>30958769
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>>30958735
> Push her out of the way.
C'mon, this is basic stuff!
I hope we can yell at them first and catch her by surprise.
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>>30958735
>Push her out of the way.
Reflexes!
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>>30958755
>>30958763
>>30958769
>>30958791
These guys have it right, but remember, keep it ambiguously gay.
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>>30958856
But it's SW. While not NECESSARY, non-ambiguous would be perfectly appropriate.
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>>30958874
Non-ambiguous cases are edge cases. Let's not get overly ambitious for a one-shot.
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> Push her out of the way.

“Look out, Commander!” you yell as push her out of the way. You plant hands on her generous assets for but a split second, soft, firm, like bags of sand really. But regardless, you have to save yourself now. You bring up your magical shield and let the case impact you, its contents spraying you into a musky brown color.



You blink, dripping from your hair and the tails of your uniforms. Even your good dress trousers are covered. You rub a bit of the liquid onto your finger and take a taste.



Soda?

One of them, a blonde, hovers above you, upside down and coming face to face. “Dang it. That was a month’s worth of soda.”

The other drops the other case down and hovers beside her. “Nice job, Daisy. You’ve gone and covered her with soda! How are we going to make our ice cream floats now?”

You blink again. You can just feel the heat rushing to your cheeks and your head.

Daisy says, “Well, Rach. Maybe next time we should just strap these things to our bodies rather than just carry them.”

“But that’d affect our flight pattern,” says Rach. “Besides, it’d be ungainly.” She pats the intact case. “At least the ice cream is fine though.”

> …
> “YOU COVERED ME WITH SODA WHAT THE FU-“
> “SWEET MOTHER OF MERCY YOU TWO ARE IDIOTS YOU FU-“
> “… I like ice cream. Better be vanilla.”
> Write in
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>>30958906
B-but I'm an ambitious person, anon!
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>>30958922
> “… I like ice cream. Better be vanilla.”
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>>30958922
> “… I like ice cream. Better be vanilla.”
I like this the most. They don't give a fuck anyway.
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>>30958922
>> “… I like ice cream. Better be vanilla.”
Let's keep our speech modest.
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>>30958922
>> “SWEET MOTHER OF MERCY YOU TWO ARE IDIOTS YOU FU-“
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>>30958922
> “YOU COVERED ME WITH SODA WHAT THE FU-“
But with slightly more proper language, and reprimanding them for almost hitting Bucholz.
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>>30958922
>> “… I like ice cream. Better be vanilla.”
Time for afternoon snacks, bitches.
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>>30958922
>“… I like ice cream. Better be vanilla.”

>all those votes to "accidentally" grope her
Doesn't MC have her own supply of things to grope?
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>>30958922
> “… I like ice cream. Better be vanilla.”
Maintain composure, don't crack yet.
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>>30959002
It's probably just a side-effect of finally playing a REAL Strike Witches quest.

Hell, we even did some character generation on the sidelines (hair, and pantsu).
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>>30958922
Oh yes, and be sure to politely help the commander back to her feet. Do not stare at her tits.
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>>30959002

You clearly are unfamiliar with Strike Witches. Groping oneself is simply not done.
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>>30959034
Not quite, groping oneself is acceptable if it is part of mocking someone with an inferior breast size.
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>>30959062
Of course, that's a key part of protocol.
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>>30959062

I tend to differentiate showing off with groping oneself. But I suppose that's just semantics.
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>>30959002
I'm under the impression we are DFC.
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> “… I like ice cream. Better be vanilla.”

Rach smiles, patting the case. “You’re in luck! We’re lousy with vanilla ice cream for some reason. I’d prefer Rocky Road though.”

Daisy quirks her brow, still hovering upside down. “I see you still have bad taste in ice cream flavors, Rach. Everyone knows Strawberry is the best flavor.”

Wow. You’re not even mad, you’re just shocked out of your mad that this stuff even happened. With that, Commander Bucholz stands up, dusting herself off, not a speck of soda on her. She clears her throat.

“Why is Strawberry somehow the best flavor, Daisy?” asks Rach. “You can get regular strawberries on the cheap and they’re much better.”

“Because I happen to like strawberries, Rach. Rocky Road is just chocolate with nuts in them, there’s nothing unique about it!”

“Sure there is!”

Commander Bucholz clears her throat, loudly. “Ahem.”

“Though I suppose if we want to agree, pure chocolate would be the best thing since sliced bread and our P-40 Warhawk Strikers.”

“Well, yeah, that I can agree with,” says Daisy, smile.

“AHEM!”

The two Witches look over at Commander Bucholz. “Oh, hey Commander. You okay?”

Bucholz places her face firmly in her palms. “Lieutenants. Please. Why of all days today did you have to do this?”

Rach shrugs. “Well, we were on patrol flight, we had a lot of soda and ice cream and we figured we needed to cool them. Sucks that the soda’s gone though, Colonel Pool isn’t going to like that.”

Bucholz pauses, staring into the air for a second. “I’m trying to make a good impression with the Rookie. She’s joining our JFW today.” She points to you. “And you’ve gone and splashed her with enough soda to feed a school. What do you have to say for yourselves?”

Daisy asks, “Does it taste good?”

> “Yes.”
> “I’M COVERED IN SODA!”
> Let Bucholz continue
> Writein
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>>30959104
> Writein
"Taste it for yourself"
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>>30959104
>"I'm all sticky..."
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>>30959034
You do have a point there.
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>>30959104
> “I’M COVERED IN SODA!”
>>30959132
Clearly we shouldn't even have to suggest it.
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>>30959147
We finally got a good SW quest. I'm not taking any chances.
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>>30959132
Do it.
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>>30959104
"It might, sadly I appear to be wearing it rather than drinking it."
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>>30959132
>>30959167
Guys, subtlety. Make them want to do it all on their own. Suggesting it just makes us the weird one.
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>>30959104
> "All this soda...wasted..."

>>30959198
Anon has a point.
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>>30959168

This'un.
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>>30959198
Very true.
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>>30959198
I see your point, Anon. Alright.
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>>30959104

>>30959134
I think we know what pouting about being all sticky and wet will lead to, so I second this
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> “Taste it for yourself.”

Daisy hovers over then runs a finger on your cheek. She pops it into her mouth and suckles on it for a few seconds. Her eyes brighten. “Mmm! Tastes great!”

Rach says, “Yeah, sucks that you’re covered in it.”

Daisy says, “Oh, I’d lick it off of her if I could-“

“AHEM,” says Bucholz loudly. “Listen you two. You’ve gone and covered the Rookie in soda! That’s going to have consequences!”

“Please say we have to lick it off of her,” says Daisy. “This is really good soda-“

“You’re not licking it off of her!” yells Bucholz, her cool being lost. “For goodness sakes you two! You do this so much, you keep disrespecting my authority!”

“We respect you, Commander!” says Rach, smiling. “If you want, you can have some of our ice cream.”

“I don’t-“ she looks over at the case, her eyes shifting between Rach. “It’s vanilla right?” Rach nods. “Okay, maybe a few scoops. But that’s not going to get you out of this! Out of your Strikers, now!”

Daisy and Rach sigh, crossing their arms as they right themselves, then plant their Strikers on the ground. They shut them off, and leave, revealing some very well-toned and shapely legs. They shoulder their Strikers, frowning.

[1/2]
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>>30959375
[2/2]

Bucholz says, “Now for your punishment. You are to-“ A horn rings out as a motorcycle closes in on you all.

The messenger, a young private, says “General Blackstone requests your presence, Commander Bucholz.”

“Can this wait?” asks Bucholz.

“Sorry, ma’am. It’s urgent,” he says. Daisy and Rach looks relieved, but not before Bucholz glares back at them.

“You are to take her to the barracks and give her a very thorough bath!” says Bucholz.

Daisy gasps. “But- But- The soda-“

“I don’t care about the soda!” screams Bucholz, tugging on her own hair. She hops into the messenger’s side car. “Get this done, that’s an order!” With that, the messenger drives with Commander Bucholz, leaving you with the two Liberion witches.

They look over at you, Daisy looking at you very hungrily. Rach says, “Come on.” She takes up your Striker Unit and stacks it on top of Bucholz’s Striker unit. You follow them to the barracks.

> “… you covered me in soda.”
> “Lieutenant, please stop looking at me like that.”
> “So, is the rest of the squadron like you two?”
> Write in
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>>30959401
> “Lieutenant, please stop looking at me like that.”
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>>30959401
> “Lieutenant, please stop looking at me like that if you are not going to follow it up."
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>>30959401
> “… you covered me in soda.”
We're very sore about this point.
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>>30959401
> “Lieutenant, please stop looking at me like that.”
Point out that our soda coating is now probably somewhat flavoured with sweat and uniform, plus its all warm, so it probably isn't good any more.
Remain pure and avoid innuendo.
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>>30959425
>>30959434
Even if it's a one-shot, we don't have to rush things anons.
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>>30959401
> “Lieutenant, please stop looking at me like that.”

Lesbian shenanigans not even fifty posts in. For shame, people.
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>>30959556
Yeah, really it shouldn't have taken more than twenty, we must really be off our game.
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> “Lieutenant, please stop looking at me like that.”

Daisy tilts her head. “You’re still covered in soda though.”

You say, “Yeah, that’s probably got sweat and cloth fibers in it now. It’s probably ruined.”

“That’s why the skin part is the best!” she says as she rubs her finger on you again and takes to sucking it.

Rach says, “Don’t worry about Daisy, she just really loves her soda. Back where we were raised, we’re taught not to waste things. Soda included.”

Daisy nods. “That’s right!”

The barracks is an unassuming half circular building, like a can drive into the can. You all walk in to see a line of beds. On them are various other witches. One of them, a Britannian it seems, says, “Who’s that and why is she covered in soda?”

Rach says, “New rookie. Daisy sprayed her with soda by accident. Would you mind getting the tub?”

The Britannian puts down her book and heads out of the barracks. Rach says, “That was Daphne Fairbanks, she operates a Tempest Unit. Nice to a fault, a bit of a doormat though.”

You nod as Daphne comes back in and drops down the tub. A wooden tub barely big enough for you to sit in. She also comes with a hose.

“Wait,” you say. “You can’t expect me to just sit in there and let you bathe me, don’t you have showers?”

Daphne says, “Showers are Tank Witch territory I’m afraid, and they defend it like they would the sacred ground of Britannia!”

Daisy says, “They won’t let us back in after we busted the water main on one of our patrol flights.”

You sigh as you undo the buttons on your dress blouse then undo your bra. “Whatever,” you say. “Just get it over with.”

“Can I-“ Daisy hopefully asks before you interrupt her with a glare. “Okay.”

> Get bathed
> Ask about the other Witches
> Talk with Rach and Daisy
> Get to know Daphne
> Write in
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>>30959401
>> “So, is the rest of the squadron like you two?”
This happens all the time.
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>>30959660
> Ask about the other Witches
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>>30959660
>> Get bathed tenderly
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>>30959660
> Ask about the other Witches
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>>30959660
> Get bathed
> Ask about the other Witches
Let's find out who the witches at base are.
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>>30959660
> Ask about the other Witches
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>>30959660
> “They won’t let us back in after we busted the water main on one of our patrol flights.”

Do these two ever have a patrol flight where they don't break something?
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>>30959660
Alright Daisy, wash meh.
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>>30959660
>Ask about the other Witches
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>>30959720
That would simply be too boring, anon.
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> Ask about the other Witches

“So, what other Witches are on base?” you ask as Rach sprays you with the coldest water imaginable. You struggle to not shiver. Daisy starts applying soap as she rolls up her sleeves and starts lathering your body.

Rach points to the Romagna Witch and the Fuso Witch sitting together on a bed, reading out of a book with each other. “Those two over there are Carla Buscaglia and Karen Fujibayashi, respectively. Carla is our medium bomber Ace with her Sparviero Striker Unit and Karen does the same with her in the Ki-49 Striker, we call her Helen.”

You point to the Witch, brooding in her bed. “Who’s she?”

“Orussian Witch named Vera Bjelik.” Rach shrugs. “She’s not much of a talker.”

You nod. “Why’s that?”

Daisy says, “No one really knows.”

“What’s her Striker?”

Rach giggles. “It’s the darndest thing. A Po-2! It’s older than Helen over there!”

Daisy asks you, “So what’s your Striker? I saw it out there but I wanted you to confirm it.”

> Brag
> Just state it
> Modest
> Write in
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>>30959890
So basically, Daisy and Rach are why the 510th cannot have nice things.
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>>30959906
> Modest
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>>30959906
> Just state it
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>>30959906
> Modest
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>>30959906
>> Just state it
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>>30959906
> Just state it
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>>30959906
> Just state it
It is what it is (awesome).
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>>30959906
>Moan.
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> Just state it

“It’s a P-39 Airacobra.”

Rach smiles. “Oooh, I see you like to live dangerously! But seriously, good versatile unit. I hear it’s really popular with Orussians consider how many of the things we export to them.”

You nod. You’re about to say something when-

“… did you just lick me, Daisy?” you ask.

Daisy is up close in your face. She nods slowly. “… you taste good.”

Rach tilts her head. “Now Daisy, personal space.”

“But…” Daisy plants her finger on your cheek. Mother of mercy. “… soda.”

“We can get more soda later when we’re on leave,” says Rach. “I’ll treat you.”



“Daisy, stop licking me!” you yell.

“I can’t help it!” yells Daisy.

“Hey! What’s going on in here?” yells a new voice. You all turn around to see a woman in Liberion uniform, save for her amazing legs covered in shear pantyhose.

Rach says, “Colonel Pool, good to see you. This is our new Rookie.”

Pool grins, then turns around and starts pulling down her pants. “Hey kid! Want to see my scars!”

> “Do I!?”
> “… Yeah, no.”
> “Please no.”
> Write in
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>>30960099
>Yes!
Eyes closed.
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>>30960099
> “Okay!”

We will require accompanying stories too, obviously.
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>>30960099
>"Sure!"
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>>30960099
> "No need."
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>>30960099
>"Sure"

>"Why did you stop Daisy?"
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>>30960099
>"Please no"
120 replies in and we:
- Groped another girl
- Got licked by yet another girl
- Will get yet ANOTHER girl to drop her pants for us
We've broken a record!
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>>30960099
> “… Yeah, no.”
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> “Sure!”

Colonel Pool pulls her pantyhose down along with her panties, practically mooning you at this point. She points to a large mark on her right buttcheek. “That one I got for getting too close to a Neuroi Tank unit. On the bright side, I got to eat ice cream for about a month while I recovered.” She points to another mark, a long one running down her leg. “That one was when a Tank Unit shot me in the leg, blew the Striker apart before I knew what was going on.” Finally, she points to the last mark, a cut right between the thigh and the buttcheek, “And that one was when a Neuroi flying drone strafed me.”

Rach says, “You see, Rookie. Colonel L.G. Pool has had three Strikers shot out from under her, literally. And she keeps coming back every time.”

Pool stands stiff then pulls her pantyhose back up. “I’m unstoppable, the Neuroi should learn to respect that.” She offers her hand, “I’m Colonel Pool by the way.”

You shake it. “I’m-“

“So, Gertrude,” says Daisy. “Anything new.”

“Haha, don’t call me Gertrude,” says Pool. “But anyway, nothing new on our front, it’s getting a bit busy though. Rumor is we’re getting deployed soon.”

Karen from way over yonder says, “Are we, Colonel Gertrude?”

Pool shakes her head. “It’s rumors. And stop calling me Gertrude.”

Commander Bucholtz knocks on the door. “I’m coming in.” She walks in, and looks surprised at Colonel Pool. “Ah, Trudy. Nice to see yo-“

“Stop with the Trudy and Gertrude!” she yells, throwing her arms in the air and blushing at the cheeks. “To heck with it, I’m out of here!” she stomps out of the barracks.

Bucholtz sighs, still looking a bit peeved. She looks down at you. “Rookie, I assume you’re doing well?”

> “I am.”
> “Small squadron we have here, don’t you think?”
> “Could you please get Daisy to stop licking me?”
> Write in
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>>30960099
>How the heck did you get scars THERE?
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>>30960318
> “I am.”
This place is awesome!
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>>30960318
> “Could you please get Daisy to stop licking me?”
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>>30960318
> “I am.”
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>>30957749
>strike witches quest
>no Planefag
>Canon neuroi rather than Martians
YOU ARE NOT THE PROMISED ONE
THE FABLED BOUNCE LORD
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>>30960318
> “Small squadron we have here, don’t you think?”
Seems kinda sparse really.
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>>30960318
>“I am.”
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>>30960318
> “Small squadron we have here, don’t you think?”
Everyone loves being surrounded by mad Liberions.
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>>30960318
"Hey!...Hey!...Pool! Wake up! It's time to for breakfast!" -Kitten
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>>30960377
The other ones defected. For some reason.
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>>30960420
>Kitten waking up Trudy
>Kitten calling Trudy by her last name
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>>30960430
The quit to become tank witches, seduced by Pool's sexy scars.
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> “I am.”

You nod. “I am. That’s not my name by the way, it’s-“

Rach asks, “So, Commander. What did old Blacky Blackstone want?”

Bucholtz says, “He called me in to say that we’re going to be launching in thirty minutes to Gallia.”



Vera yells, cheering. “URA! Finally, action!” she hops out of bed, revealing her incredibly short stature. She runs past, arms out like an airplane. Bucholtz doesn’t even try to stop her.

Daisy says, “That’s adorable considering how slow her Striker is.”

You ask, “Thirty minutes? What’s the deal?” Karen and Carla stand up, coming up next to you all.

Bucholtz crosses her arms. “We are being sent ahead of the main invasion force in support of Operation Dragoon. We are going to be clearing out garrisoned Neuroi forces. Regular Army Air Forces will be coming in behind us.”

Rach says, “Sweet! So we are deploying! Heck, we’re taking the fight to them for once!” She stands up, pumping her fist. “Don’t worry, Commander. We won’t let you down!”

Bucholtz says, “You’ve let me down so many times, Lieutenant. I wouldn’t feel anything if you did.” She snaps her finger. “Irregardless. Finish bathing her and get her a fresh uniform, then head to the hangar. We launch in half an hour.” She clacks her heels, then turns around and leaves.

Karen and Carla look at each other briefly, then Carla says, “So we’re finally seeing combat!”

> “You’ve never seen combat, you two?”
> “Yes we are, I can’t wait!”
> Write in
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>>30960587
> “Yes we are, I can’t wait!”
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>>30960587
> “You’ve never seen combat, you two?”
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>>30960587
>“Yes we are, I can’t wait!”
Two units is combat experience, but really isn't at the same time.
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>>30960587
> “You’ve never seen combat, you two?”
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>>30960587
> “You’ve never seen combat, you two?”
The real rookies here!
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> “You’ve never seen combat, you two?”

Karen says, “I haven’t. Carla-senpai has, though.”

Carla smiles, boastful. “I’ve had two Neuroi cruisers shot down along with countless drones.” She wraps her arm around Karen. “And don’t you worry, Karen! You stay behind me, I will show you how to bomb the aliens like an Ace!”

Daisy asks you, “You see combat?”

You nod. “Two drones come over the Academy scouting and I shot them down with the Airacobra Striker.”

Rach stands up, rubbing her hands. “Welp, enough talk then. I’ll get our Strikers ready, Daisy. You finish off with the Rookie here okay?”

Oh boy. “Well-“ You look over to see Daisy grinning at you, widely. Please no.

Rach, Karen, and Carla leave. “Bye!”





That was not the best bath you could have received. Regardless, you did receive a fresh uniform from Rach’s locker courtesy of Daisy. The two of you walk over to the Hangar where mechanics and the rest of the Squadron are beginning their pre-flight check ups.

> Get to your Striker
> Ask a Question (Specify)
> Talk with the Mechanics
> Write in
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>>30960876
> Get to your Striker
We gotta inspect it!
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>>30960876
> Get to your Striker
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>>30960876
> Get to your Striker
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>>30960876
> Get to your Striker
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>>30960876
> Talk with the Mechanics
They'll know best if our Striker is ready.
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> Get to your Striker

You slip your legs inside your Striker, letting your legs disappear into the magical void that’ll hold them and regulate your magic to its fullest potential. A mechanic comes over to check to make sure everything is functioning as well.

You ask, “Everything okay?”

The mechanic nods. “As long as you ain’t running on only one, these things will get you home safe and sound.” He pats you on the back and moves on. Another mechanic hands you your weapon and ammunition. You wrap the belt of .50 Caliber ammo around you and then grab the M2 Browning .50 HMG.

Commander Bucholtz flies up along the row, checking on each and every Striker. In her hands is a rifle with an incredibly long and sharp bayonet, almost lance-like in shape. She says, “Alright… this is our first outing together, Squadron. I trust you all to follow my orders to the letter, to keep in formation, and to stay calm.”

Vera raises her hand. Slung around her back are two Bazookas and spare rockets. “Can we go yet?”

“Not yet,” says Bucholtz. “Another thing. Neuroi are a tough foe. Most of you have fought them, but for those who haven’t, they’ll defend Gallia to their last breath. So expect nothing but the worst. You stay by me and I’ll keep you alive. Understood?!”

Everyone yells, “Yes ma’am!”

“510th Joint Fighter Wing! Guide on me!”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zdo2uqHVtrw

You all fly out of the hangar, leading after Bucholtz to the cheer of the regular army troopers and the Tank Witches below you.

> Remain in formation, wait for orders.
> Talk to someone (Who?)
> Request to lead the formation
> Write in
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>>30961204
> Talk to someone (Who?)

Daisy.
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>>30961204
>Talk to someone (Vera)
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>>30961204
> Remain in formation, wait for orders.
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>>30961204
>> Remain in formation, wait for orders.
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>>30961204
>Talk to someone (Vera)
Let's see what she's all about.
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> Talk to Someone (Vera)
> Remain in formation, wait for orders.

“Hey, Vera! Why are you all the way down there!” you yell over your radio.

Vera yells, “My Striker can’t climb very well!” She’s just about tipping over the ocean while you all are at least a kilometer up and climbing.

Daisy laughs. “Maybe you should have gotten a Yak or a Sturmovik Striker while you were back in Orussia!”

“Maybe you should shut up!” Vera shouts.

“Quiet down,” says Bucholtz.

Suddenly a new voice enters in on your radio frequency. “Girls, this is General Blackstone. Can you all hear me?”

Bucholtz checks in. “Checking in, General Blackstone.”

“Good. Your orders are to eliminate all Neuroi over the pre-designated landing area. Rudel’s Ju-87s will be by to attack ground forces. Make this quick.”

“Roger, General Blackstone,” says Bucholtz. You can hear her audibly sigh over the radio. “Alright, everyone into two Finger Four formations.”

“I’m still down here!” yells Vera.

Karen asks, “What’s a Finger Four?”

“… Nevermind,” says Bucholtz. “Just maintain formation and-“

“Neuroi drones! 11 O’Clock High!” Daisy yells. You look up to see great big dots in the sky diving down on you. Neuroi.

“Let’s do this!” yells Rach. Rach and Daisy break off from the formation to engage.

“Hey!” Bucholtz shouts. “Stand fast! Maintain formation!”

> Follow after Rach and Daisy
> Remain in formation
> Write in
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>>30961624
> Remain in formation
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>>30961624
> Remain in formation
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>>30961624
> Remain in formation
Just be ready to go and support if they look like they need it.
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> Remain in formation

You decide to hang back. Rach and Daisy should have this, it’s only four drones after all.

“Damn it, Lieutenants! Get back in formation!” yells Bucholtz. The formation halts in the air, waiting for the two Liberions to come back.

“Get him, Rach!” yells Daisy as two drones pursue her, beams flying past her. “I can’t get them off my tail!”

“Hold on! I got some problems here!” yells Rach as the other two come screaming after her.

Hm. Maybe you overestimated them.

“Come back to us!” yells Carla. “We’ll rip them to shreds!”

“Good idea!” yells Rach. “Coming through!” The two Witches form up and start diving down on you, bringing the Neuroi Drones after them. You all raise your guns.

> Roll to hit (1d20 Best of Three – Highest)
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>>30961822
Lets do this.
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>>30961822
LET'S GO
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>>30961822
inb4 critfail
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Rolled 10

>>30961822
nat 1 inc
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> 16

All of you fire off your guns. Bucholtz expert hits a drone square in the red, sending it into the drink in a ball of flames. You blast holes into the next one, watching it shatter and disintegrate under the weight of your fire. The other two drones attempt to break off, but you quickly put rounds in their engines. One simply explodes, while the other spirals out of control right into the sea.

Daisy and Rach fly up into the formation. “Whew! That was close!” says Daisy.

Bucholz looks back at them, pissed out of her mind. “When I say to maintain formation, I mean maintain formation you two! You directly disobeyed me!”

Rach yells, “We can’t let the drones get the drop on us! You know what happens when Neuroi get the first shot off!”

“I’m in charge here, Lieutenant McCawlay!” screams Bucholz. “Just because you can’t work with any other Joint Fighter Wing doesn’t mean that’ll fly under my radar! You follow my orders, is that understood!?”

Rach sighs. “Understood.”

“Same goes for you, Lieutenant Walker!” yells Bucholz.

“Yes, ma’am!” says Daisy.

“We’ll have a talk at base later! Now form on me!” Bucholz blasts off, and you power up your Strikers and follow after her.

You’re finally in sight of the Southern Gallia coastline. “Gallia!” says Carla. “Lovely to see it again!”

“Down there!” yells Daisy. “Neuroi Cruiser!”

The Cruiser is hovering at least a kilometer below you, right above sea level. Around it hover many drones. They all circle into formation and come straight at you.

“Witches! Attack!” Everyone separates off. Carla and Karen dive down, their AT Grenades at the ready. Daisy and Rach fly off to engage the drones along with Bucholz and Daphne. Vera meanwhile is nowhere to be seen. You all must have outpaced her.

> Fight the Drones
> Escort the Bombs
> Write in
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>>30962117
> Escort the Bombs
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>>30962117
> Escort the Bombs
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>>30962117
> Escort the Bombs
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>>30962117
>> Escort the Bombs
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> Escort the Bombs

Carla leads the assault, pulling out a huge bag full of Gammon grenades. “Gammon bombs, Helen!” Karen pulls out her bag of Gammon grenades as well.

You soar alongside them, blasting drones looking for an easy kill. The Cruiser orients slowly to face you all, then starts turning the sky into a laser light show. Carla dodges and weaves expertly, while you simply keep your shield up, trying nothing special.

“I-I can’t!” yells Helen.

“You can!” Carla yells back. “Toss them now!”

The two Bomber witches close in and hurl their bags of Gammon grenades. The Cruiser attempts to shoot them out of the sky, but fails miserably as they impact the hull, exploding with incredible force and shattering the cruiser in half.

“Whoo!” yells Carla. Karen hides behind her as security. “That’s another one for the Sparviero Ace!”

“Rookie!” Daphne yells, a huge drone following after her. “I need help! Get him off me!”

> Roll to save Daphne (1d20 Best of Three – Highest)
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Rolled 10

>>30962282
DAPHE NOOOOOO
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Q/u/est:The q/u/estening
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Rolled 3

>>30962282
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Rolled 6

>>30962282
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> 10

You speed after her, pushing your Striker to its limit. “Keep steady, Daphne!” you yell.

“Get him off me!” yells Daphne. The drone continues firing huge lasers at her. Her Striker glances a blow off of it. “Ah! I’m hit!”

“You’re fine!” you scream. You fire off a shot. The Drone is shot right through, bursting into flames. It spins right into the ocean, smoking trail in its wake.

Daphne says, “That was close! Too close!”

Bucholz says, “Are you okay?”

“It’s just a scratch,” says Daphne. “I’ll be fine.”

“Watch out, Rookie!” yells Daisy. You look up to see a Drone diving on you, weapons full. You’re about to raise your arms in defense, before Rach plows right through it, leaving a fiery explosion in its place.

“Scratch one!” yells Rach. “Looks like that’s all of them!”

> “That can’t be all of them!”
> “Is everyone alright?”
> “Where’s Vera?”
> Write in
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>>30962549
> “Where’s Vera?”
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>>30962549
> “Is everyone alright?”
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> “Where’s Vera?”

“Here I am!” yells Vera as she comes into view, still flying right above sea level, her Bazookas shouldered and ready to fire. “Am I too late?”

“Yes,” says Rach. “We just cleared them all out.”

Daphne says, “That couldn’t have been all of them. There was so few of them.”

Daisy says, “Ha! We just kicked their sorry asses back to whatever planet they came from! Of course there would be so few of them, right Commander?”

Commander Bucholz says, “General Blackstone, did you get all that?”

General Blackstone says, “I did. We expected more resistance in the area. My gut tells me there has to be more.”

Carla says, “Well, where are they then?”

As if on cue, you see something rising out of the water.

A very BIG something.

All of you hover above it as it breaks the waterline, then reveals itself in dramatic bombastic fashion. It easily dwarfs the biggest ships any Human navy can muster, and out of it deploy dozens, if not hundreds of drones.

“Wha-“ Rach can’t even finish her sentence.

>> NEUROI SUBMERSIBLE SUPER-CARRIER <<

“General! It’s a Neuroi Carrier!” yells Bucholz. “It’s huge!”

“Whatever it is, it can’t be allowed to remain! Shoot it down!” yells Blackstone. “The Invasion force is right behind you, if you retreat they’ll be slaughtered before they even set foot in Gallia!”

“Roger!” says Bucholz. “Witches! Find the core! We need to take this thing out!”

> Try and find a way to the core
> Engage the drones (1d20 Best of Three – Highest)
> Destroy the point defense turrets (1d20 Best of Three – Highest)
> Write in
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>>30962830
SINK THAT /u/boat
> Try and find a way to the core
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Rolled 16

>>30962830
> Engage the drones (1d20 Best of Three – Highest)
We are a fighter witch after all.
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> Try and find a way to the core

You fly through the huge storm of lasers, trying to look for some kind of opening on the sleek black hull of the Neuroi Super-Carrier.

“Does anyone see anything!?” yells Rach.

“I can’t find an opening! There’s no way in!” yells Daphne.

“Our Gammon grenades can’t penetrate this hull either!” yells Carla. “This thing is too well-armored! We have to fall back!”

“We are not retreating!” screams Bucholz. “Look harder! There has to be some way to take this thing down!”

“I see something! I’m going for it!” You look down to see Vera dive into a huge swarm of drones, all of them crashing into each other trying to turn to face her. She flies right into the bay where they came from.

“Vera!” yells Daphne. “Come back! It’s too dangerous!”

> Follow Vera
> Stay outside
> Write in
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>>30963153
>> Follow Vera

She needs support!
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>>30963153
>> Follow Vera
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>>30963153
> Follow Vera
Because heavy weapons need a screen
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>>30963153
> Follow Vera
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> Follow Vera

“I’m going in!” you yell as you dive down. Drones start spill out of the hole towards you. You juke and weave through them, watching them crash into each other and spin out as they try to catch you. “Vera!” you yell. “Where are you!”

“Go down!” Vera shouts. You head down the first hole and then quickly find yourself up Vera’s rear. You look at both of her legs on her Striker Units. Inscribed on both are Mother and Country. “Careful, we might run out of space fast!”

You look back to see a few drones pursuing you down the black and red halls. One of them bangs their wing on an outcropping and explodes.

She’s not kidding.

> Cover her attack
> Keep in formation with her
> Write in
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>>30963374
> Keep in formation with her
Shields up and focus.
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>>30963374
>> Cover her attack
>> Keep in formation with her

Keep up with her and just provide some covering fire. Blind fire if we have to.

Just give them something new to think about.
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>>30963374
> Cover her attack
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>>30963374
seconding >>30963429
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> Cover her attack
> Keep in formation with her

You turn around and fire off your M2 Browning as you fly. Tracers dart and ricochet around the hallway as the drones evade and dodge, clotheslining themselves on outcroppings and columns in the hallway.

You and Vera burst out of the hall and enter into a giant hangar where cruisers and other drones are being prepped for attack. Goodness, how big is this thing!? “Follow me!” yells Vera as she veers right.

It’s actually not that hard to follow Vera considering how slow she’s going. You really have to worry about the Neuroi drones that are waking up to pursue you.

You speed down the hangar, under the wing of a massive cruiser. Then at the far end you can see it, just a little under a kilometer away and closing, a huge glowing red orb, the core. Vera brings up her bazookas, then fires off both rounds. They impact the core and shatter it into a million pieces.

“We did it!” yells Vera. “We took out the core!”

“Guys, get out of there, now! The Carrier is about to burst!” yells Bucholz. The walls start bursting into flames, sparking electricity and energy all over. Drones start piling into your way, blocking your exit.

“Follow me!” you yell. You start blasting your M2, shredding holes into drones big enough for you and Vera to fly through.

But Vera is lagging behind.

You fly underneath the cruiser, launching out of the hangar to get clear. Vera is only just getting to the cruiser. “Vera!” you yell.

“Go on without me!” she screams. “I’ll make it!” A huge column of fire and energy starts rushing behind her, closing in fast.

> Go back for Vera
> Go on without her
> Write in
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>>30963645
>> Go back for Vera
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>>30963645
>> Go back for Vera

Ditch the guns and ammo if we have too.

Full Speed!
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>>30963645
>> Go back for Vera
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>>30963645
> Go back for Vera
ditch her shitty Po-2 strikers and carry her if we need to
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>>30963645
> Go back for Vera
We either pull her or go full shield with her.
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> Go back for Vera

You yell. “Vera!” You speed back towards her.

“What are you doi-“ You grab her in a princess carry, almost slicing yourself on her Striker Unit propellers. “Let go!” she says.

“If you think you’re going to get out of there with a Po-2, you’re not going to have a good time!” you scream.

You put all your magical energy into SPEED. Drones explode as they try to get out. The cruiser you just past has its wing blown off from force, then impacts the floor of the hangar, being consumed by the explosion.

Oh jeez, must go fast must go faster must go faster.

“We’re not going to make it!” yells Vera.

“We’ll make it!” you scream back at her.

The shockwave catches up to you, blasting your ear drums and shattering your left Striker Unit. You spin out of control as you tumble end over end out of the hangar, blown out by the explosion.

You scream, flailing your arms as you try to regain control. Vera screams as well as she tumbles through the air.

Then you stop suddenly, getting caught by Daisy. “Gotcha!” You look over to see Vera be caught in the arms of Carla and Karen. Behind you all, the Super-Carrier goes down in flames into the sea.

> “My hero!”
> “Thanks, Daisy!”
> “… Daisy, please let go of my breasts.”
> Write in
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>>30963896
> Write in
I saved her, I get the props!
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>>30963896
>>Write in
Sigh in relief and relax
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>>30963896
> “My hero!”
> “… Daisy, please don't let go of my breasts.”
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>>30963896
>> “My hero!”
>> “Thanks, Daisy!”
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> “My hero!”
> “Thanks, Daisy!”
> “… Daisy, please let go of my breasts.”
> Write in

You sigh. Excellent. You say, “I saved her! It was all me!” you say. “Daisy, thank you, you’re my hero for the day! I’ll permit you to keep your hands on my breasts just this once since you saved me.”

Daisy grins. “Yay!” She squeezes them a bit.

Okay, that’s pushing it.

Bucholz flies up next up to, looking concerned. “Rookie, are you okay?”

You nod. “Yeah! Yeah. Do I look okay?”

She looks down at your bare leg. “Well, considering you’re down half a Striker. We’ll have to return to base and refit. We’ve all earned it I suppose, especially Vera.”

“This is General Blackstone,” yells Blackstone over the radio. “I saw that explosion from Africa! The Invasion force is closing in. 510th JFW, retire to the Graf Zeppelin for debriefing.”

“Roger, General Blackstone,” says Bucholz. “Come on, Witches! Let’s head out of here!”

You all fly in formation back down towards the incoming invasion fleet. Overhead fly planes of all colors and models, and witches of all nationalities. The Graf Zeppelin forms the center of the formation.

Daisy drops you down gently, letting you brace yourself as you fall to the hard floor of the aircraft carrier. All the other Witches land smoothly and gently as flight crew and pilots cheer and applaud you. You shyly wave at all of them.

Out of the crowd comes an old man in an army uniform, peaked cap and everything. “Commander Bucholz!” you recognize his voice, it’s General Blackstone. He walks up to her and offers his hand. “Fine work you did out there. I knew I could count on you to lead this squadron.”

“Well-“ Bucholz hesitates, looking around. “I- Uh.”

Daisy and Rach slide in around her. “Yeah, she totally had it!” says Rach.

Blackstone nods. “Which one of you took down that Neuroi ship?”

> Vera did
> I did
> We all did
> Write in
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>>30964252
>> We all did
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>>30964252
> We all did
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>>30964252
>> We all did
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> We all did

You say, “We all did! Together!”

Vera nods, shoving in between everyone. “That’s right!” She points to herself. “But it was mostly me.” She wraps an arm around you, jabbing you in the chest with her finger. “But you helped! So that makes it a group effort my friend!”

Blackstone nods. “Alright then.”

A crewmember yells, “Let’s hear it for the 510th! The heroes of Operation Dragoon!”

Everyone cheers and whoops.

Blackstone nods, applauding politely. “Get some rest, all of you. We’ll have your Striker Units fixed up and ready for tomorrow.”

You walk up to very front of the ship, taking in the sight. Landing craft carrying soldiers and witches are landing now as you speak. Planes and more witches fly overhead.

Gallia will be humanity’s once more.

Bucholz walks up next to you, placing her hand on your shoulder. “So, how was your first day as part of our squadron?”

> “I hope it’s not the last.”
> “Thrilling.”
> “I’m eager to see more action, ma’am!”
> Write in
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>>30964451
> “I hope it’s not the last.”
but
> “Thrilling.”

Now lets find the showers and get groped by daisy some more
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>>30964451
>> “Thrilling.”
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>>30964451
> “Thrilling.
Now let's see how much vodka it takes for Vera to open up.
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>>30964534
or how much vodka it takes for her to get over her shitty Po-2's and get some decent strikers, and I'm thinking some Yer-2 or Pe-3 strikers would be good, but if we can't get anything that big, maybe some Pe-2-205 strikers
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> “Thrilling”

Bucholz smiles. “I’m glad. You will make an excellent addition to this squadron.”

“Come on!” yells Rach. “We’re all heading to the showers!” she says as she starts undoing her blouse. All the others start running for the nearest entrance to the showers.

Bucholz sighs. “Well, in comparison. But, I am glad to have you aboard at least. Go on, get some rest, you deserve. We may be on the march tomorrow.”

You nod. “Thank you, ma’am!” You clack your heels, then salute her sharply. She returns her salute, smiling proudly at you.

You run after the rest of the girls, everyone laughing and cheering, after being finally afforded some rest for today.
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>>30964649
And that's the end of Strike Witches One-Shot Quest. Thank you all for sticking it out with and reading through! Hope you enjoyed it!
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>>30964675
Enjoyed it. Not too much explicit service as to feel forced.
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>>30964675
thanks for the thread, pity we didn't get to see Daisy molesting us in the showers
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>>30964675
Nice one-shot. Thanks for the run!
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And so ends the only good Strike Witches Quest this board will see.

Bit gay, tho.
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>>30964794
>Strike Witches
>gay
Pick two.
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>>30964794
It could have been at least 10% more gay and still have been within acceptable limits.


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