>>36487698
>> Blast off, no time to waste!

>>36487698
> “Next time, bring me the proper Striker!”
Nice butt!

>>36487698
>> “You take care of yourself!”
Don't go dying, you've a decent job of it so far at least

>>36487698
> “You take care of yourself!”
Time to be completely reckless and worry the Commander!

>>36487698
>> “You take care of yourself!”

>>36487698
>“You take care of yourself!”

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> “You take care of yourself!”

You salute him. “Take care of yourself, Corporal!” He salutes back, smiling.

“Will do! Give ‘em hell!”

With that, your Jet Strikers turn up and blast off into the sky. Just like the last time though, it feels like you’re being pushed by the very heavens themselves! Thought at the same time, it feels like you’re being drained quite considerably. You’re going to have finish this fight fast or else you might pass out before long! Thankfully, you’ve got fellow Karlslander Bf-110s backing you up, flying behind you.

You sigh. And Graf.

“Well, well, Rookie!” She flies alongside you, grinning. Ugh… “It’s nice to finally see you again! Sorry we had to join up again in these circumstances, yeah?” You nod, looking ahead. “Hey, maybe when we kick them back, you and me can catch up!”

“That’d be nice,” you say quickly. “Let’s just get this done though, quick.”

Your radio cackles. “All stations, all stations. Be advised, we have Roy targets below the treeline advancing on the hill. Neuroi air support is also arriving in force. Repeat, Neuroi air support is arriving in force. Stand by for further orders, report to defensives positions!”

Graf grins, and you notice something… is she not wearing trousers? “Alright, I’ll let you take the lead, where to!?”

> Take on the ground targets
> Take on the air targets
> Write in

>>36488274
>> Take on the air targets
That's lewd Graf, like way too lewd, we'll give oyu a pair of you need them

>>36488274
>> Take on the air targets
Let's see how well Rookie can lead.

>>36488274
> Take on the air targets
ra-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta

>>36488274
> Take on the ground targets

>>36488274
>Take on the air targets

>>36488274
>Take on ground targets

>>36488274
> Take on the air targets

>>36488274
> Take on the air targets

>37 mm M4
>useful against ground targets

>>36488274
> Take on the air targets
Yaaaay Graf, I missed her.

> Take on the air targets

“Follow me!” You pull up your radio receiver. “All flights, converge on me and assault air targets.”

“Copy, we’ll get you some time to hit those cores!” The Bf-110s assume formation above you. You and Graf blast forward at two lumbering Neuroi flying wings the size of battleships: the Dieter, flying aircraft carriers. Flying drones come in to defend them both, and the Bf-110s quickly start engaging. Machine guns versus lasers.

“I’ll take the one on the left, you go for the one on the right!” yells Graf. Oh, so she says you’re in charge, then starts giving orders. Well, whatever. You burst forth, raising your 37mm cannon and firing at the outer shell.

Your 37mm is quite good at breaking on the shell, but so far you have no crack at the core. Meanwhile, Graf has already actually destroyed the other Dieter relatively quickly! It fades into a cloud of white mist, sinking downwards into the forest. The other Dieter starts turning back, apparently meaning to retreat.

You fire off another burst of 37mm. Finally, you get a shot at the core. You fire.

The core shatters, and the Neuroi goes white as it explodes into silvery white flakes. The other drones start shattering away, without their mothership. “Woo! We got them!” yells Graf. “Nice work!”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say. “That was too quick though.” You just remembered you sent Nemesis out there. Where is she?

“Hold on, we got a new bogie spotted coming in from the northwest! Looks like more of these Dieters and a Gunther!” Gunthers, giant flying gunships with more lasers than they know what to do with. The Bf-110 pilots won’t survive a minute against that. You and Graf will have a hard time just breaking that line.

> “Pull back, me and Graf will handle this.”
> “We need cover, engage!”
> Write in

>>36488866
> “Pull back, me and Graf will handle this.”
Rookie STRONK.

>>36488866
>> “Pull back, me and Graf will handle this.”

>>36488866
> “We need cover, engage!”

>>36488866
>> “Pull back, me and Graf will handle this.”
We can do it together.

>>36488866
pull out our sidearm and fire into the ceiling.

>>36488866
> “Pull back, me and Graf will handle this.”

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... Strikers are capable of VTOL? They don't really require a landing strip.

>>36489214
Yeah but take-off runs look cool.

>>36489283
Not if you get shot to shit while doing it.

>>36489310
I was talking about the series, I think we took off vertically however.

> “Pull back, me and Graf will handle this.”

“Fall back and regroup, me and Graf will take on the Gunther!”

“Roger!” The Bf-110s fall out of formation, returning to the airfield to refit and rearm.

You look over at Graf, who seems to be rather casual as she flies alongside you, arms behind her head, leaning back as if she were on a bed. Ugh. “Graf, listen to me, that Gunther is going to be well-armed.”

She nods, waving you off. “Right, right, just run interference for me and we can get through it, okay? Okay.”

You narrow your eyes. “You’ll run interference for ME! I have the biggest gun here.”

She holds up both of her MG-81zs and says, “and I have the most guns here.”

You roll your eyes. “This isn’t a competition!”

She smirks. “Afraid I might overshadow you?”

> “Just distract it for me!”
> “Fine I’ll distract it for you!”
> Write in

>>36489459
>> “Fine I’ll distract it for you!”
I'm sure if she tried she would just get shot anyway

>>36489459
>I'm afraid you'll get yourself hurt.
> “Fine I’ll distract it for you!”

>>36489459
>> Write in
>Just expose the core for me and I'll hit it with the cannon!

>>36489459
> “Fine I’ll distract it for you!”
Hmph! Not like she'll hit it anyway!

>>36489459
>>36489513
Sounds good to me!

> “Fine I’ll distract it for you!”

You sigh. “Fine, not like you’ll hit it anyway.” You fly up and above and start taking potshots at the Gunther as it approaches.

It responds with an immense rain of lasers. You quickly bring up your shields, blocking most of them, but quite a few blast through it and rip at your clothes and exposed skin. You wince as one nips at your thigh, and another blasts at your Striker. Nothing but red and white fills your vision. You can’t even see where Graf went. She better not have just left you like this or you will kill her!

Another laser snaps at your hair, and another at ear, and another at your hand. These lasers are getting worse and worse!

But finally, they stop. The Gunther explodes into a flurry of white mist. The Dieters are turning back, along with their drone escort.

The radio again cackles to life. “All stations, all stations, Neuroi air support is falling back, repeat, the Neuroi air units are falling back! Engage ground targets at all!”

You raise your arms, cheering in victory. But…

Oh no, you feel so tired now!

Graf grins, happily flying up next to you. “Feeling like a race to get the most kills, Rookie?”

> “No.”
> “Fine.”
> Write in

>>36490077
> “Fine.”
Fuckin' smug...

>>36490077
> “No.”
> Fuck the smug.

>>36490077
> “No.”

>>36490077
>> “No.”
We are above that and totally not tired and would lose

>>36490077
>> “Fine.”
>>"That only counts as one!"

>>36490077
> “Fine.”

>>36490077
> “No.”
>Striker uses too much energy...

>>36490077
>“No.”

Absolutely not.

>>36490077
>“No.”

>>36490077
> “Fine.”

> “No.”

“I’m going back home,” you say. Graf blinks, confused. “My Strikers take a lot out of me, alright? So let’s not have this silly competition! You kill the Neuroi, I’m going to go take a break!” Hmph, that’ll show her. You start flying downwards as Graf returns to the battlefield.

Though, you do wish you had taken her up on the offer. But passing out in the middle of a fight is going to ensure you won’t ever wake back up. The Commander would not like this.

-

-

A few mechanics help you out of your Striker and down onto a chair. You hear the rumbling of cannons, machine guns, and rifles out in the distance as the fight continues on. “How are things?” you ask.

“Neuroi are really after the hill,” says one of the mechanics. “We’re short on manpower because of it, but so far we’re holding pretty well. We could do with more reinforcement and fresh legs though.”

You nod, sighing as you slump down into the chair. “Alright, alright.” The Jeep Jockey walks over, BAR in hand and a cup of coffee in the other. “Is that coffee for me?” Please say yes, please say yes, please say yes, please say yes.

He sits down next to you, smirking. He takes a big hearty sip of the coffee, then offers it to you.

… uh…

> “Forget it.”
> Take the coffee.
> Slap the coffee out of his hands.
> Write in

>>36490077
>“Fine.”

>>36490674
>> Slap the coffee out of his hands.
Jeep Jockey's don't get to have smug looks damn it.

>>36490674
>> Take the coffee.

>>36490674
>“Forget it.”

>>36490674
> Chug his coffee

>>36490674
> “Forget it.”

>>36490674
>“Forget it.”
JJ what the hell.

>>36490674
>“Forget it.”

No. JJ can choke on that smirk of his.

>>36490674
>Take the coffee.

>>36490674
> Slap the coffee out of his hands.

> “Forget it.”

You roll your eyes. “Forget it.” You sigh.

The Jeep Jockey takes another sip of the coffee. “Ah, you wouldn’t like this anyway. It’s got boot polish in it.” Your eyes widen. “They say it adds flavor, but in reality I think I’m losing two months of my life every time I take a sip.” He takes another sip. “There we go, now I’m going to live to sixty.” You sigh. “Aw come on, you want me to get you one?”

You cross your arms. “Is there any coffee with actual coffee in it?” He shakes his head. “Then no thank you, Corporal.” You curl your lips, then tap him on the arm, further getting his attention. “Have you heard from the rest of the Squadron?”

He shrugs. “Only what I told you. They wired us from New York, I volunteered to run the Neuroi lines, now we’re here. Surprising that they knew where to find you all things considered.”

You nod. “My friend happened to have left her tracks, she must have done it so that the 509th would’ve followed.” You look around the hangar, as mechanics rush to grab tools and spare parts to repair the Bf-110s quickly and efficiently. “I hope they arrive soon.”

“They were catching priority flight with the Lend-Lease planes.” The Jeep Jockey smiles, reassuringly. “They’ll be here. Just you wait.”

> “I hope so.”
> “Was running the blockade hard?”
> “Well, I should go and help where I can.”
> Write in

>>36491235
> “I hope so.”
> “Well, I should go and help where I can.”

>>36491235
>“Well, I should go and help where I can.”
"Where's Graf?"

>>36491235
>“Well, I should go and help where I can.”

>>36491235
>“Well, I should go and help where I can.”

May as well try to do something useful.

>>36491235
> “Was running the blockade hard?”

>>36491235
>> “Was running the blockade hard?”
Actually kinda curious

>>36491235
> “Well, I should go and help where I can.”

> “Well, I should go and help where I can.”

You stand up. “Well, I should go and help, Corporal. Will you come with me?”

He quickly tosses the coffee away onto the ground. “Right, let’s go. Are you sure you’re okay? Judging from what you tell me about your Striker-“

“I’m fine. Come on.” You both run out of the hangar.

-

-

“Go! Put your back into it!” You got roped, quite literally, into towing anti-tank guns up onto the hill. They lashed you to the gun by their field rope and are now having you run up the hill in deep sea wearing nothing but your good trousers and a blouse trying to heft up a 57mm AT gun up onto the frontlines where it’ll be useful. You hear the Jeep Jockey and a Karlslander Fallschirmjaeger encourage you as they grab onto the gunshield, pushing the gun.

You’re making good progress so far, but the sweat on your body and the clothes clinging to your skin are telling you that you are not going to last long if they have you two an 88.

The three of you stop as a squad of soldiers untie the ropes lashing you to the gun, then quickly make off with the AT gun, wheeling it up into the trees. “Okay, okay…” you say, panting. “What next?”

Jeep Jockey points down to a Pak 43 88mm AT gun. “That’s the last gun they need moved up.”

…

> “Yeah, no.”
> “Fine, but this is the last gun!”
> Write in

>>36491727
> “Fine, but this is the last gun!”
Mou!

>>36491727
>“Fine, but this is the last gun!”
No place for lazies on the battlefield.

>>36491727
> “Yeah, no.”

>>36491727
> “Fine, but this is the last gun!”

>>36491727
>> “Fine, but this is the last gun!”
Fuck

>>36491727
> “Fine, but this is the last gun!”

>>36491727
>> “Fine, but this is the last gun!”
Shouldn't we be recovering our strength for another sortie?

> “Fine, but this is the last gun!”

You sigh. “This is the last gun!” You start stomping past the Jeep Jockey, grabbing some rope and tying it around your waist and your arms. This is going to be bad and you are not going to enjoy any of this.

-

-

“PUSH!” A hurrah of Karlslander, Liberion, Gallian, and Brittanian soldiers encourages you on as you all drag the gun up the hill. It has been five minutes, and you’ve made considerable progress up the hill, nearly halfway there. You question why they need a Pak 43 up on a hill for a second when it has supreme range and distance, but then you stop questioning it because you are not a general or anybody who orders these things.

Behind you, pushing the gunshield and hefting the barrel down to make it easier to tow is an entire platoon of soldiers, keen to make sure the gun gets there safely. You have to get it up there quick too, just incase artillery ends up getting a lucky hit. “Put yer fucking backs into it!” yells a Liberion.

“PUSH!”

You yell, pulling the gun with all your might like a draft horse. Ugh, if you had the Squadron here, you could’ve done this in no time.

You grit your teeth, then look over to Bohater, heading down the hill, dismounted from her Striker.

> “Bohater, help me!”
> Forget it, you can tow this thing!
> Write in

>>36492185
> “Bohater, help me!”
Being Rookie is suffer

>>36492185
> “Bohater, you got a minute?"

>>36492185
>> “Bohater, help me!”
We need our silent muscle loli.

>>36492185
>> “Bohater, help me!”
We need a big strong Tank witch to help us

>>36492185
> Forget it, you can tow this thing!

>>36492185
>“Bohater, help me!”
Witches have super strength, but this is ridiculous!

>>36492185
> “Bohater, help me!”

>>36492185
>“Bohater, help me!”

>>36492185
Suddenly a portal opens up and the Pak 88 is pulled into a room full of scantily clad women.

> “Bohater, help me!”

You yell, “Bohater!” She looks over with her usual scowl on her face. “Come help me! Please!” She rolls her eyes, dropping her rifle in the snow and walking over. She takes up some spare rope and ties herself on. “Alright, now careful, the Pak is quite heavy so-“ She starts pulling.

And pull she does. The soldiers all lose their balance and fall over as the Pak suddenly starts moving MUCH faster. You yourself lose your grip in the snow and fall over. “Whoa! Hey!”

Bohater does not listen, she simply starts dragging the Pak 43 behind her as if it was nothing. You look to the rope as the gun passes you. It starts looping around, then running out and out. Oh, wait, you’re still tied to the gun.

You’re dragged the snow. “Aah! Bohater, stop, stop!” She does not listen, egging to drag you all the way through the snow if need be. In just a few short minutes, the Pak 43 is on the hill with no trouble, having made more distance per second than you did the last ten minutes. She unties herself, then looks to you, face full of snow, ass in the air, and clothes torn and wrecked. This is not fun. She unties you, then stands you up, and patting some snow off your shoulders and out of your hair.

You sigh. “Thanks,” you say. The fighting that you hear in the background is dying down it seems. Maybe the Neuroi are being beaten off.

In that case, where’s the Neuroi girl?

> Relax and find some new clothes.
> Go find the Neuroi Girl, she has to be around here somewhere
> Write in

>>36492803
>> Go find the Neuroi Girl, she has to be around here somewhere
It's not like were underdressed or anything

>>36492803
>Go find the Neuroi Girl, she has to be around here somewhere

>>36492803
She's adorable. Shame she hates everything.
> Go find the Neuroi Girl, she has to be around here somewhere

>>36492803
> Go find the Neuroi Girl, she has to be around here somewhere
Man, Bohater's fuckin STRONK.

>>36492803
> Go find the Neuroi Girl, she has to be around here somewhere

>>36492803
>...ass in the air...This is not fun.
Both I and the good Commander would beg to differ!

> Go find the Neuroi Girl, she has to be around here somewhere

>>36492803
>Go find the Neuroi Girl, she has to be around here somewhere

>>36492827
>underdressed
As in "her clothing is broken in a few places here and there" or "all she's wearing now is a few threads"

>>36492803
>Go find the Neuroi Girl, she has to be around here somewhere

>>36492803
>> Relax and find some new clothes.

> Go find the Neuroi Girl, she has to be around here somewhere

You look around, your clothes barely holding together as you do. That darn Neuroi girl has to be around here somewhere. You shiver a bit, the cold has finally caught up to you now. All there is fighting positions filled with men on alert, shrapnel, the occasional blood spatter here and there. Things are quite quiet now.

“Hey, Rookie!” Oh no. You walk up to see Graf, wearing a thick heavy trenchcoat, smiling. “Hey there, what happened to your clothes?”

“I was dragging the Paks around,” you say. “Making sure they got to the right positions. What happened with you?”

She snaps her finger, smirking. “Twenty-two ground kills on the money! How about you?” You shake your head. “Oh right, you just returned to base as all.”

You sigh. “Look, Graf, I’m kind of busy right now. I’m looking for someone.” You look down at her briefly and you realize she’s still not wearing trousers. Does that not bother her at all? You suppose Karlslanders are built for the cold, at least not to the extent of Orussians.

Graf smiles. “Can I help?”

> No.
> Fine.
> Write in

>>36493458
>> Fine.
We could use the help anyway

>>36493458
> Fine.
Her lewdness is such she can scarcely be shocked by something as mundane as Neuroi-tan.

>>36493458
>Fine

>>36493458

>"Maybe if you put some trousers on. Don't you have any shame at all?"

>>36493458
> Fine.

>>36493458
>Fine.

>>36493458
>Go put some trousers on so we can take them and wear them instead

>>36493458
>Fine
>"Aren't you cold? Where are your trousers? Want to borrow some?"

>>36493458
>>36493549
Me likes!

> Fine.

You sigh. “Fine, listen, you might not like who we’re looking for okay, but keep an eye out.”

“Alrighty!” Graf crosses her arms, following you as you both walk through the woods. “So, what have you been up to? I mean, I was just awarded a new commendation by General Blaskowitz up north, and then there was the issue of a Wandering Hive that we ended up driving off! Nothing too serious really.”

You nod. “Well, the 509th has been busy. We were trying to break the encirclement, but then we were recalled back for a war bond campaign and uh…” Uh… how do you explain this. “I got sent here by a completely messy incident and now honestly, I don’t know what’s going on anymore.”

“I see,” says Graf. She nudges your elbow, grinning. “Well, tell you what, I think we’re just about at the end of it. We’re about to break the Neuroi’s backs! We’ll have them driven into the sea by the end of this year I can tell!” Suddenly, you hear a metallic crying voice in the distance.

The Neuroi Girl. “Follow me.” The two of you quickly shift into a run, running down the frontlines and past soldiers. Johannes in particular is surprised.

“Hey!” Johannes drops his coffee and his rifle, running after you. “Get back! You’re running into Neuroi positions!”

> “We’ll be right back!”
> Go back
> Write in

>>36494070
>> “We’ll be right back!”
Like right back, promise

>>36494070
> “We’ll be right back!”
Crossing fingers.

>>36494070
>> “We’ll be right back!”

>>36494070
> “We’ll be right back!”

>>36494070
>“We’ll be right back!”

>>36494070
>> “We’ll be right back!”

>>36494070
> “We’ll be right back!”
Heading off so thanks for the thread!

> “We’ll be right back!”

You manage to outrun his shouting and yelling and run down the hill. Graf looks around. “You think we should’ve went for back up!?”

“No! My friend’s in trouble! We have to find her!”

You plunge through the snow, shoving and kicking through it. You and Graf pant and hurriedly force your way past obstacles and barriers and other interruptions through the forest. The Neuroi girl is in trouble. And you have to save her, damn it! She saved your life!

You bust through a tree branch and look upon a buzzing smoke monster, swarming a very heavily damaged Neuroi girl, who bleeds white on her legs and across her arms. You know that smoke monster. It’s an Ace.

>>[| HIVE K-2 ACE! |]<<
>>[| Glaucus the Devourer |]<<

The Neuroi Girl buzzes and whines, apparently trying to scream for help.

> Get the Devourer’s attention
> Attack him
> “Graf, take him down!”
> Write in

>>36494608
>> Get the Devourer’s attention
"Hey, pick someone ON YOUR LEAGUE!"

>>36494608
>> Get the Devourer’s attention
Shit an Ace

>>36494608
> Get the Devourer’s attention
> “Graf, take him down!”

>>36494608
> Get the Devourer’s attention
YOU CANT HAVE BEST GIRL!

>>36494608
>Get the Devourer’s attention
>“Graf, take him down!”

>>36494608
>> Get the Devourer’s attention
>> “Graf, take him down!”

> Get the Devourer’s attention
> “Graf, take him down!”

“Hey!” you scream. The Devourer pauses, turning to you. “Pick on someone your own size!” It swipes up the Neuroi girl and tosses her limp body at you. You’re thrown to the ground, weighted down by the inert body of the girl. “Agh! Graf!”

Graf reaches into her trenchcoat and pulls out a Sturmpistole. Glaucus roars, rushing at Graf. “Open up and say, ‘Ah!’” She cocks the pistol and fires. The shot explodes within the swarm that is the Ace, creating a giant hole in the cloud and sending him reeling. Graf quickly reaches into her pocket for another round. But before that can happen, he escapes, slinking along the ground and disappearing into the woods.

You quickly push the Neuroi girl off of you, lying her down in the snow. You grab her cheek, then feel around her neck.

… wait, Neuroi. That’s not going to work.

Graf looks down, confused. “Your friend is one of them?” You nod. “Wow, thought I seen everything.”

“We have to get her back to our lines,” you say. You pick her up in a bridal carry, her arms and legs dangling. “Graf, look… I don’t really like you.” She narrows her eyes. “But, I need you to cover me, okay?”

Graf smiles, patting your shoulder reassuringly. She quickly reloads her Sturmpistole and says, “You can count on me.” The two of you start the trek back to the lines, making quick time in the snow. “Listen, would you mind telling me why she’s so important though? Why do we have to save her? She’s just a Neuroi!”

> “She’s my Neuroi!”
> “We could end the war with her!”
> “It’s a long story!”
> Write in

>>36495097
>> “We could end the war with her!”
and MORE importantly,
>> “She’s my Neuroi!”

>>36495097
>> “We could end the war with her!”
>> “It’s a long story!”
>> Write in
I'll explain everything once we get back.

>>36495097
>> “We could end the war with her!”
She's important, and not just to Rookie

>>36495097
> "We could end the war with her!"
> “She’s my Neuroi!”

>>36495097
> “She’s my Neuroi!”
Maybe we should get her a collar. "If found, return to Rookie."

>>36495097
>“She’s my Neuroi!”
>“It’s a long story!”

>>36495097
>“We could end the war with her!”

>>36495221
>she makes one
>realizes too late she actually wrote Rookie on it
>people still know who it means

>>36495097
> “She’s my Neuroi!”

>>36495097
> “She’s my Neuroi!”

Also, get her a collar, like >>36495221 says.

>>36495319
"...Rookie? Which Rookie we are talking about here?"
"Most probably the one with 509th."
"Oh, her. Pilot Officer...
...Who is her name again?"
"Beat me."

>>36495388
"You mean Rookie isn't her actual name? Coulda fooled me."

>>36495097
>> “We could end the war with her!”

> “She’s my Neuroi!”
> “We could end the war with her!”

“She holds the key to ending the war! If she does, any chance of peace goes with it!” you say. You’re quick to jump over a fallen tree. You quickly whip your head back around and say, “And she’s MY Neuroi!”

Graf sighs. “Great, first Daphne, then the Commander, then the Neuroi, there’s no end to you.”

“Oh, you’d be surprised,” you quickly add on as the both of you head back to your lines.

-

-

You drop her down on a stretcher. Gathered around you are dozens, if not over a hundred curious soldiers. All of them mutter and discuss quietly. Why is she shaped like a girl? Who is she? Is she even a Neuroi? All questions to ask, but never to be answered. Johannes says to you, “So this is who you were looking for. It appears her attempt to stop them failed.”

Rosemary nods. “Yeah, looks like this is a dud.”

“It can’t be!” you say. “I won’t let it! The war could end with her, and we have to make sure she survives!”

A medic crosses his arms. “Well the fuck do you want us to do? We barely know how to stich our boys together, what makes you think we can help her?”

The Jeep Jockey quickly interjects. “Neuroi can regenerate. All we have to do is wait. Right?” That-… that is the smartest thing he has said ever, but you’re not going to point it out and give him that moment.

“And if the Neuroi attack again…” Captain Kelly scratches her chin. “Listen, Rookie.” She’s calm, holding her pipe in hand as she explains. “Despite our good supply situation, we are running desperately short on men, we lost a lot of good men today in that skirmish alone. Another calculated attack like that will overrun us.”

[1/2]

>>36495615
[2/2]

Johannes crosses his arms. “Our only option is to get her out of here and into friendly territory. Closest is probably Blaskowitz’ lines up north but you’d have to cross the Neuroi lines to get through. We don’t have any idea of their strength. And even then, it’s twenty miles, we don’t have the manpower for a breakout just yet.”

“So what then?” you ask. Everyone looks over to the Jeep Jockey.

…

“Oh come on,” he throws his helmet down, glaring at everyone. “I nearly got killed trying to get in, now you want me to take this living bullet magnet!?”

Graf holds her hand up. “Wait, why can’t we just airlift her out?”

“The minute they see her, they’re going to focus directly on her,” you say. “You saw the Ace back there. Who knows what else the Neuroi will be packing.” You snap your fingers. “He’ll need an escort.”

The Jeep Jockey crosses his arms. “Look, I know you all are relying on me, but send the witches, come on. I mean- I can’t!”

> “Don’t worry, we’ll cover you.”
> “He’s right, we’ll carry her out.”
> Write in

>>36495624
>> “Don’t worry, we’ll cover you.”
C'mon JJ, don't you want to be a hero?

>>36495624
>> “Don’t worry, we’ll cover you.”
Fun Ride!

>>36495624
>“Don’t worry, we’ll cover you.”

>>36495624
>“Don’t worry, we’ll cover you.”

>>36495624
>“Don’t worry, we’ll cover you.”
Think of all the women who will swoon at you!

>>36495624
>> “Don’t worry, we’ll cover you.”

MoH citation for JJ when?

>>36495624
>> “Don’t worry, we’ll cover you.”

>>36495624
>“Don’t worry, we’ll cover you.”

"Hey, you said it yourself, you're gonna live until 60. If you don't mind losing a few months off from boot polish coffee, what's a few more?"

> “Don’t worry, we’ll cover you.”

You tug him on his sleeve, getting his attention. “Corporal, listen. We’ll cover you, okay? Don’t worry.” He’s still worrying, his worrying is intensifying. “Look, don’t you want to be a hero? Isn’t that what you told me once, that you wanted to help in any way you could?”

He sighs. “Yeah, but…” He gestures wildly. “But goddamn, I don’t wanna die!”

“You won’t die,” says Graf. “Just get maimed maybe.”

“Thanks,” says he. “Reassuring.”

“Look, Corporal.” You cross your arms, looking him in the eye. “I don’t know any braver person than the people standing around me right now, the ones who slog it out on the ground. They’re not witches, they’re just regular people like you. And you are one of them.” You smile. “I know you can do this. Just please, can you?”

…

The Jeep Jockey walks away out of the crowd.

Well, that didn’t work. “I can’t believe it!” says Graf. You all turn back inwards to face the crowd. “Great, now what?”

“Well, we could transport her by the Tank Witches,” says Colonel Hessler. “We can provide her safe support, but it will take her time to get through.” Ugh, you don’t have time for that! You need to get her out quickly. Suddenly, you hear a horn honking. You all look back to see the Jeep Jockey, bringing up his pride and joy: the Willys MB Jeep.

He points his thumb to the back. “Shove her in, we’re going for a drive.” You grin, running over and hugging him. “Ah, yeah, yeah, whatever.” He pats you on the back and says, “Listen, if I die, I will haunt you, okay?”

You nod. “Okay.” You look to Graf. “Graf.” You look to Rosemary and her Tank Witches. “Girls.”

You are about to say something you never thought you’d say before.

“We have a Neuroi to save.”

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>>36496063
That's it for tonight's thread. The next session (in which the date will be announced) will be the last one for this arc. Hope you all enjoyed.

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Also, special thanks to toorops the lovely drawfag for today's OP.

>>36496090
Super nice, thanks for the thread Schteel, see you next time

>>36496090
Thanks for running, boss.

>>36496090
Good way to open the day here boss. Thanks for the Rookie!

>>36496090
Thanks for the thread!

>>36496090
Great thread, thanks as always!

>>36496063
>>36496090

Reminder that Jeep Jockey and people like him remain unknown and unappreciated because they played small parts in a big war.

>>36496206
"For every hero commemorated, a thousand martyrs die unmourned and unremembered."

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