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>>36623078
“Additionally, we would provide additional support, but this hill absolutely vital to operations within the region. So far we can only spare the light vehicles and the artillery. If things go right, we should be able to get him through unharmed. Any questions?” You all shake your heads. “Sehr gut.” You all stand up. “Saddle up.”

> Chat with Rosemary and the Witches, one last time
> Go with Graf to prepare the Strikers
> See if the Jeep Jockey is ready
> Write in

>>36623088
>> Chat with Rosemary and the Witches, one last time
then
> Go with Graf to prepare the Strikers

>>36623088
> Go with Graf to prepare the Strikers

>>36623088
>Chat with Rosemary and the Witches, one last time
These are all important, but I don't want to leave Rose without a goodbye.

Also, goddamn posting issues.

>>36623088
>> Chat with Rosemary and the Witches, one last time

>>36623088
>> Go with Graf to prepare the Strikers
Are we going to be fine with what's going on right now?

>>36623088
>one last time
Well that's not ominous at all...

Now I'm scared for this thread

>>36623194
Everyone is going to die anon. Rose and the tonkers are dooooomed.

>>36623194
Graff might make it out if we help her prepair. But the tankers are dead. Poor Bohatter. She never said another word.

>>36623218
>>36623232
Sigh... this better not be another PTQ

>>36623256
PTQ?

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>>36623194
>>36623218
>>36623232

>>36623301
HE FUCKING DIES THOUGH!

>>36623337
uhh no he doesn't

>>36623350
Everyone dies anon.

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> Chat with Rosemary and the Witches, one last time

“Steiner, help me in.” The old mechanic hefts up Rosemary into her Tank Striker. With a hiss and a roar of the engines, she’s connected and ready to start up the magic. She looks down at you. “Hey, Rooks. Are you feeling okay?”

You nod. “Better, at least I know we’ll make it. You are covering us after all.” She smiles at that, flattered.

“Listen,” she says. “If this means peace in our time…” She sighs, frowning. “If this means the war ends, then I will always thank you, Rookie. All of us. By God, this all has to end.” Steiner hands her the gun. She spins up the chamber, ready to go. “I hope to see you alive and well on the other side, Rookie.”

Burnie rolls up, grinning. “That’s right, y’all are really going to love how we stomp and crush da Roy!”

Jeb finishes loading her Trench gun then fixes the bayonet on. “We’ll give ‘em something to think about when we’s hashing out terms of their surrender!” She slaps Doc’s back, happily. “And we’ll give ‘em the good ol’ one two punch!”

Doc pumps her fist, smiling. “For Karlsland and for the fallen!”

Captain Kelly rolls up with Bohater as well, smoking on her pipe. She pulls it out and points at you. “Right, love, you stay fresh and keep your cool. We’ll see him through as far as we can. Your boy will make it to the end, no matter.”

You smile at all of them. Tank Witches, some of the strongest girls you have ever met. You look to Rosemary, who nods to you, a little smile on her face. “Rookie. Here’s to you.” She salutes you. You salute her back. “If we didn’t have the Neuroi today…”

“Ohoho~, do not talk like that,” you say. “Your imagination is so vivid, really, Rosemary. I’m sure even if we didn’t we’d still meet on the field.” She nods, happy with that answer.

> Go with Graf to prepare the Strikers
> See if the Jeep Jockey is ready
> Write in

>>36623730
>> Go with Graf to prepare the Strikers

>>36623730
>> See if the Jeep Jockey is ready

>>36623730
>Go with Graf to prepare the Strikers
Are we still in dem fucking jetstrikers? This is going to be fun.

>>36623730
>> Go with Graf to prepare the Strikers

>>36623730
>> Go with Graf to prepare the Strikers

>>36623730
> Go with Graf to prepare the Strikers
Sure!

>>36623789
Yes...'fun'.

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> Go with Graf to prepare the Strikers

The mechanics hastily repair any damage and scratches the Strikers took on the last sortie. You stand with Graf as well, watching over them as they do your work. You’re not particularly excited to go back into the P-59, but you don’t have choice in the matter. You look over to Graf and-

You sigh. “Graf, do you need to borrow my trousers or something?”

She smirks. “I have better things to do than worry about what the men can see. Besides!” She sweeps her trenchcoat back, and very briefly she flashes you. Ugh. “Trenchcoat covers up enough.”

“Alright then,” you say. No ohoho~ing for you, that’s just embarrassing. “Well, Graf, you realize that this means we might have a chance at peace with the Neuroi.”

She nods. “Oh yeah, peace in 1945. Right after New Year’s, too.” She crosses her arms, then frowns. “I’m gonna admit with you. If peace does come by, I’m going to miss all of this.” Really? You tilt your head, curious. “Getting the medals, fighting the enemy and driving him out, and getting to know all the people around us. It’s like…” She shrugs. “I don’t know. I mean, I won’t miss the Neuroi, I’ll just miss what they made us.”

“What did they make of us?” you ask.

She nods. “United.” She smiles. “Friends.” She looks to you, then holds out her hand. “Friends?”

> “Friends.”
> yeah no thanks
> Write in

>>36624234
>> “Friends.”

>>36624234
> “Friends.”
Fiiine. Only because you're about to die heroically to save us.

>>36624234
>> “Friends.”

>>36624234
>“Friends.”
Flashing wins you a few points.

>>36624234
> “Friends.”
Might as well bury the hatchet.

>>36624234
> yeah no thanks
Eeeeeh

>>36624234
>yeah no thanks

> “Friends.”

You sigh, and then shake her hand. It’s time to bury the hatchet you suppose. This rivalry has gone on for far too long. “Friends, Graf. Friends.” She grins, happily.

“I’m still better than you,” she says. “Ritterkreuz after all.”

“Yeah, keep dreaming,” you respond. You punch her gently on the arm, to which she reacts as if you had just given the slugging of her life. You chuckle, then look over to the mechanics. “Are our Strikers ready?”

One of them walks up, rubbing his hands in a rag. “Yes, ma’am. We did what we could with the Magical Resonator in the P-59, but it’s still going to use a heckton of Magic if you’re not careful. Try and ration it out, just stick to the basic shield, weaponry, and flight spells. Alright?”

You nod. “I’ll do my best.” You look to Graf, then gesture to the Strikers. “Shall we saddle up?”

“Gladly!”

You squeeze your legs into the Strikers. They scream to life, blasting off dust and snow around you. Graf’s is more of a coughing roar, still using the old Fw-190 model. You and her start taxiing down the makeshift runway. You pull up your radio receiver. “Jeep Jockey, we’re about to take to the air, can you hear me?”

“Yeah, barely!” he says. There’s a bit of static over the comms. “Recon’s showing that the Neuroi are about to make another strike, so we have to make this quick! I got big Johannes over here with the ’42 and as much AP-I rounds as he can carry and the Neuroi in the back too. Hopefully we can we make it.”

“Hopefully?”

“Hey, I’m just being realistic,” he says. “It was hard enough breaking the line the first time.”

> “Just do your job.”
> “You’ll be alright.”
> “Good luck and godspeed.”
> Write in

>>36624998
> “You’ll be alright.”

>>36624998
>> “You’ll be alright.”
>> “Good luck and godspeed.”

>>36624998
>“You’ll be alright.”
We'll make damn sure of it.

>>36624998
>> “You’ll be alright.”
We'll take care of you

>>36624998
Oh, posting back already huh.
> “You’ll be alright.”

>>36624998
> “Good luck and godspeed.”

> “You’ll be alright.”

“You’ll be alright. We’ll cover you as best as we can.”

“Alright. Alright.” You can hear the Jeep start up in the background. “Last one out, hit the lights…” he quietly says. You and Graf taxi off the runway, and take flight. You turn your head round to see the Jeep Jockey, being driven into the center of a formation of armored cars. Sdkfz 222 and Skdfz 234/2 to be precise. Graf happily waves to them all, proud of the Karlslander steel being used in such an important operation.

“Major Breda.” You can hear Colonel Hessler as she rolls up along the formation, with Captain Kelly and her witches behind her. “You may fire when ready.”

“Copy that! Creep Barrage in effect, stand by for impact.”

Major Breda readies up her mortar, specialized to fire a variety of grenades and ordnance, then steadies her Sexton Artillery Striker unit. Her feet clamp to the ground, digging in. With that, she’s ready to fire. “And firing!” She and several large pieces of artillery shatter the air with booming artillery. Everything from small mortars, to pack howitzers, to the larger 105 and 150mm guns fire off. You pull out your binoculars and observe the impacts. The main road you are traveling along is heavily forested. Giant splashes of dirt, snow, and mud kick up with every impact as they slowly travel along the road.

A radio dispatch comes in. “All stations, be advised. Neuroi assault cav in bound from the north-east, fast approaching. AT guns adjust.”

“Rounds complete!” yells Major Breda.

“Let’s move out!” The armored cars roll forward, speeding off with the Jeep in pursuit. The Tank Witches cling to the back of the Pumas, using them to coast and save on fuel.

> Hang high, wait for air attack
> Hang low, watch for ground attack
> Write in

>>36625640
> Hang low, watch for ground attack

>>36625640
>> Hang high, wait for air attack
We're the air support after all

>>36625640
>> Hang low, watch for ground attack

>>36625640
> Hang high, wait for air attack
Always watch the skies.

And man I'm getting posting errors left and right today.

>>36625640
> Hang high, wait for air attack

>>36625640
>Hang high, wait for air attack
Is it me or there are more death flags here than country flags in the UN?

>>36625982
Everyone gets a death flag!

Just don't choose to tempt fate and we'll be fine.

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> Hang high, wait for air attack

You both pull up, flying high in the sky. Graf spins around, letting her trenchcoat billow brilliantly in the wind. Hmph, show off. “Jeep Jockey, how is it down there?”

“Bumpy as fuck!” he yells. “But we’re okay!”

Your ear twitches. There are Neuroi closing in! You pull up your binoculars again. “I see Looted Hellcats, coming your way!” The Looted Hellcats (or Katze) hang off of trees by their legs, having had most of their armor and most of the weight stripped off. All that is left is the original 76mm gun, the shell of the hull, and four powerful spider legs capable of giving it extreme speed. They jump off and start speeding towards the convoy.

“We see them,” says the lead armored car officer. “For the Fatherland, we are engaging!”

“Copy, but do not close in, lead them away!” says Colonel Hessler. The Armored Cars split up, then speed around the Jeep Jockey and over the massive artillery craters. They fire off their 50mm guns and 20mm autocannons at the assaulting Katze. One Puma there for three or four Katze. The formation manages to bust through and speed on away, sending the Katze into disarray, perfect for the Jeep Jockey.

“That’s one thing out of the way!” says Captain Kelly. The Tank Witches are now running behind him under their own power.

Graf yells, “Rookie! Coming from below, Butchers!”

You turn your binocular down.

Yep, Butchers. Hundreds of them.

> Dive for the deck, engage at treetop level
> Keep the altitude, start engaging
> Write in

>>36626300
> Keep the altitude, start engaging
Sounds safest.

>>36626300
>> Keep the altitude, start engaging
Make sure to keep them away from JJ

>>36626300
> Dive for the deck, engage at treetop level

>>36626300
>Keep the altitude, start engaging
Get them away from the JJ.

>>36626300
>Keep the altitude, start engaging

>>36626300
> Keep the altitude, start engaging

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>>36626300
>> Keep the altitude, start engaging

> Keep the altitude, start engaging

“Shields!” The both of you bring up your shields and bear the intense barrage of heat. Your shields crack and splinter as Butchers fly by, strafing you and Graf with heavy laser fire.

“Alright, let’s go!” Graf breaks her shield, and flies right into the middle of the pack. She punches straight through a Butcher. Then she grabs one, spins round and throws it down the pack, knocking out another two or three. Their wreckages flies down, fiery, until it explodes into mist.

You bring up your 37mm and fire off quick and precise shots. One there, two there, three there. They all pop like lamp lights. The Butchers roar like furies as they fly past and barrage you again with another strafing of lasers.

“This is Hessler! We’ve got more Neuroi, Largos and Looted Panthers coming in from both sides!” You look down briefly, to see Hessler’s Striker crush a wounded Panther. She steadies herself, and fires off her 88mm. The shot flies through one Panther, then another, and another, and even a Largo. All of them fall to pieces, then turn to white mist.

“Balls!” The Jeep Jockey roar past all the Tank Witches. Johannes fires off his MG-42 from the passenger seat, spreading armor-piercing incendiary rounds all over the Neuroi and setting them ablaze. Neuroi Girl lies in the back, limp. The Jeep buckles and slides all over the road. “The only thing that could make this worse is if the cops were on my fucking ass!”

Graf flies up next to you, spraying her MG-81z into the air. “We’re not even halfway and we’re getting swarmed!” You’re about to say that she’s being quite obvious.

But then she’s rammed out of the sky by a Butcher. One of her Strikers is bent and stricken ablaze. She’s falling rapidly out of the sky. “Graf!” you scream.

> “Someone catch her!”
> Fly down and catch her
> Write in

>>36627080
>Fly down and catch her

>>36627080
> Fly down and catch her
Faster to do it ourself!

>>36627080
>Fly down and catch her
Put her on the jeep, she can keep it defended with get shields

>>36627080
>> Fly down and catch her

>>36627164
I'm pretty sure the jeep is stuffed as it is.

>>36627080
> Fly down and catch her

>>36627080
>Fly down and catch her
She can be our turret!

Ah, who wants to post anyhow.

>>36627080
> Fly down and catch her
Damn connection errors.

>>36627298
Yoshika and Lynne did that in one episode, I'm pretty sure.
Graf isn't wearing underwear

>>36627433
Clearly this is the right move then.

>>36627433
Exactly.

I compiled all of toorops' SWGQ art. It's been a pleasure.

https://mega.co.nz/#!yRo0ABLK!P96tTp_uJghxKAEDzDq4qSn-_NQbYd3utlm7XYqRldc

>>36627562
Nice work anon!
And nice work toorops, that's a lot of great art. Hope you do more! Lewdness optional but ideal.

> Fly down and catch her

You speed downwards. “Hang on!” She doesn’t scream, no, she’s trying to eject herself from the broken Striker. Now that is Karlslander discipline at work. You manage to speed past her, then fly up below her. You slowly descend, making sure not to catch her at a snap moment. Otherwise you might actually do more harm than good.

Finally, she lands in your arms. Her broken Striker Unit shatters off her legs, and she quickly discards the other one. She smiles. “Thanks, Friend!” She cocks her MG-81z.

You fly down to the Jeep. “Jeep Jockey! You got another passenger!”

He turns the wheel quickly, trying to focus on the road. “Can’t you see we’re fucking full!”

“Too bad!” You throw Graf into the back, nearly on top of Neuroi Girl. “How far are we!?”

Johannes checks the maps, the bumps shaking his helmet and throwing him off a little bit. “Uh… I’d say nine more miles and we’re good!”

Your radio wires in. “Rookie, Rookie, are you there!?” No… is that? You pick up the radio.

[1/2]

>>36627868
>No turret
Awww...oh well, I guess it'd be unfair to the commander anyway.

>>36627868
[2/2]

“Lieutenant Rachel!”

“Aw, it’s good to hear from you! What the hell is going on out there, we just spent the past seven hours crossing the ocean and now we hear you’re trying to do something!”

“It’s a long story, I can explain later, just trust me! Where are you!?”

“Me and the rest of the Wing are closing in, just stand by in say… an hour!”

A loud pop nearly busts your eardrums. The Jeep spins out of control, wildly. “Hold onto the wheel!” yells Johannes. They spin off the side of the road and into a crater, crashing into tree and rock.

Ah, that is not good.

You fly down to them. “Everyone okay?” you ask. They all groan, shaking out their heads and trying to sit up. Okay, that’s a good start. “Can you get the Jeep out?”

“No!” yells the Jeep Jockey. “Look at this, we got a flat and the engine’s total!” He slaps the dashboard. “My poor girl’s bought it, Rookie! We can’t get any farther!”

You look back down the road. The Tank Witches must have withdrawn by now.

“Rookie. You have to carry her the rest of the way,” says Graf. “It’s the only way she’ll get out of here fast enough.”

> “Not without you.”
> “Alright.”
> Write in

>>36627906
>> “Alright.”

>>36627906
> “Not without you.”

>>36627906
>“Not without you.”

>>36627906
>“Alright.”
You guys stay alive, Rookie will draw all the bad luck away!

>>36627906
> “Not without you.”
Graf pls

>>36627906
>> “Not without you.”
Lets agree to disagree. Agressively.

>>36627906
>“Not without you.”
It's only 15 more clicks of enemy territory.

>>36627906
> “Not without you.”

> “Not without you.”

“Not without you.” You pick up the Neuroi Girl. “Just…” You need to think of something, something, something. “Get on my back!”

The Jeep Jockey says, “Rooks. You’re sweating bullets and you look like you’re going to pass out.” Really? You hadn’t noticed. You suppose the moment just really caught up with you. Oh well. “Look, we can catch up, okay?” He picks up a BAR from the Jeep.

“That is right,” says Johannes. “We’ll make our own way out. They’ll be concerned with you, not us.”

“And they’ve got me!” says Graf. “One woman army, Knight’s Cross Holder, and one of Karlsland’s finest. You needn’t worry.” She hops off the Jeep, taking up an M1 Carbine and her MG-81z in hand. “I’ll get them through safely.”

You narrow your eyes. “I can’t just leave you guys here. The Neuroi-“

The Jeep Jockey gets up in your face, glaring at you. “Rooks. This isn’t about us anymore. This is about everyone else. If we buy one day, month, or year of peace, we can save millions of people. If that girl can give us the chance we need to stop the Neuroi, by God, I’ll die for it.” He sighs. “I won’t like it, but I’ve accepted that.”

Johannes nods. “Same. We are willing to die for the cause.”

Those guys…

“Now go,” says Graf. “I’ll make sure they get their medals in person!” You look down the road to see a pair of Katze stomping towards the wrecked Jeep. “Go!”

Ugh…

> Stay low, tree level
> Go high, as high as you can
> Write in

>>36628527
> Stay low, tree level
This time around.

>>36628527
> Stay low, tree level
That way when we inevitably run out of magic and crash, we won't break our neck at least.

Goddamn heroes better make it through, there are too many people who'd never forgive us if they don't.

>>36628527
>Stay low, tree level
We're already running on fumes.

>>36628527
>> Stay low, tree level

>>36628527
> Stay low, tree level
Yep.

>>36628527
>> Stay low, molten core level

>>36628527
> Go high, as high as you can

>>36628527
>stay low

>>36623078
GS someone purposefully misarchived this thread as Steve Witches of Blumia. You will need to contact LL to get it fixed.

> Stay low, tree level

You fly on down low, as low to the trees as you can. The Neuroi Girl lies limp in your arms, her arms and legs dangling as you power on as fast as you can. You need to cover ten miles. It shouldn’t be too difficult with a Jet Striker though! You’ll be there and back for the three of them in no time!

Suddenly, out pops from the ground the Hive K-2 Ace himself, Glaucus. He’s been busy, so busy that he apparently absorbed an SU-152, and had it eight spindly spider legs and a new 37mm turret from the top of a Panzer III. It fires its giant cannon.

And you just barely miss. The heat of the giant laser nearly cooks you but you press on. He turns on a dime however and fires again. This time the shot glances off your jet. Your right leg Striker starts huffing and coughing, damaged. Oh, that’s not good. You can see Glaucus making amazing speed as he shuffles his form over to you.

Man, when you heard about the SU-152, you didn’t think it was that scary, but the Neuroi have made it scary now.

> Keep going, you’ll outrun him
> Turn back and fight him, it’s now or never
> Write in

>>36629296
>> Write in
Wake Neuroi-chan up and have her hijack it.

>>36629296
>Keep going, you’ll outrun him
We're really not in fighting form right now.

>>36629296
>Turn back and fight him, it’s now or never

>SU-152
Vengeance for Rosemary!

>>36629296
> Keep going, you’ll outrun him

>>36629296
>> Keep going, you’ll outrun him

>>36629367
Rosemary noooooo

>>36629296
> Keep going, you’ll outrun him
Rookie doesn't have time for this shit.

>>36629296
>> Turn back and fight him, it’s now or never
FOR COMRADES WHO FALL ON MMQ!

>>36629296
> Turn back and fight him, it’s now or never
We-e-eeeell, fuck.

>>36629296
>> Keep going, you’ll outrun him

JETS

We can outrun it.
Johannes, JJ and Graf can't. RIP them.

> Keep going, you’ll outrun him

You power up your jets. You’ll outrun him, he’s just a tank on legs after all, you’ll outrun him!

He fires his cannon again. The shot zooms over you, nearly roasting your ass. Damn it, you need that! You make an aileron turn right, dodging another shot. You look back to see the SU-152 get farther and farther away, even as he makes good speed to you.

Wow, you’re actually outrunning him, you didn’t think that would work!

You breath heavily.

Oh no, passing out time.

No, no, you can’t even see the- Wait, you see it! It’s just there, another mile away! You can see the soldiers waving to you, getting you to hurry up! You can cross a mile quick! You just need to stay awake! Your body is fighting you to shut down but no you need to stay awake!

Just stay awake!

Your Strikers start huffing, coughing, and finally, your right leg dies. You start listing to the right. Correct, correct, and finally you’re back on track. Every inch is just a killer now.

But you need to stay awake.

Just stay… awake…

[1/2]

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>>36630042
[2/2]

You open your eyes, then look around. Canvas, tent poles, empty cots. You bounce a bit, you’re on a cot yourself, suspiciously wet for some reason. You hope you didn’t wet yourself. You look over to see Daphne “Foobs” Fairbanks cutting up an apple. You narrow your eyes. “Daphne?”

She gasps, then looks to you. “Oh, Darling!” She quickly hugs you, tight. “Oh goodness, you’re safe! We thought we lost you!”

You smile, hugging her as tight as you can. “I missed you, Daphne…” You pull away, seeing her rub tears from her eyes. “What happened?”

“We arrived just a half hour ago, they told us you crashed right in front of the checkpoint, passed out.” She sniffles a bit. “The Neuroi Girl, they got her, she’s recovering in a separate ward.”

You smile. “Thank goodness.”

> Rest for a little bit, you’re safe.
> Get up, you need to figure things out
> Write in

>>36630071
>Get up, you need to figure things out
Well that's good, but what about everyone else? How many beloved NPCs have we burned?

>>36630071
>> Write in
Rest up but keep asking.
And take the apple.

>>36630071
> Rest for a little bit, you’re safe.
Rushing out of medical is never a good idea. Let's keep asking for updates and to see the Commander.

>>36630071
>Write in
Huggles the Daphne

>>36630071
> Rest for a little bit, you’re safe.
Just a little

>>36630071
> Get up, you need to figure things out
and supporting >>36630183

Huggles are imperative.

>>36630071
>Get up, you need to figure things out

>>36630071
>> Rest for a little bit, you’re safe.

>>36630071
>> Write in
JEEP JOCKEY. GRAF. JOHANNES. THE GIRLS.

They still out there!

>>36630071
>“The Neuroi Girl, they got her, she’s recovering in a separate ward.”
How do they even treat something like that?
>>36630183
>Huggles the Daphne

>>36630590
they ded, nothin we can do

>>36630787
We should campaigned JJ for MoH.

>>36630771
By just letting her lay down and cross their finger.

>>36630771
Under all that black clothing and plastic gear, is a little girl. Mostly human. Mostly.

> Get up, you need to figure things out

You sit up and quickly throw off your blanket. Oooh, chilly. Looks like there’s a reason it’s only you two in here. “I need to see what is going on.”

“Wait!” She tries to push you back down on the bed. “You need to relax. You really didn’t make a graceful landing.” She pauses, curious. “At least, that’s what the guards at the checkpoint told me. Apparently it was like watching a stone skip across water.”

“Whatever.” You gently push her away, then hang your legs off the bed. “I have to make sure. I left Graf, Johannes, and the Jeep Jockey out there and-“ You hear the tent open up, revealing Carla Buscaglia and Karen Fujibayashi. They gasp, and immediately rush at you, swarming you and pinning you down to the bed, happy as can be. “Ooof! Guys!”

“We’re so glad you’re okay!” yells Carla. “How have you been!?”

“Rookienee-san! You are alive!” Karen hugs you, burying her face in your chest, crying with glee. Awww…

“What’s going on?” Rachel and Daisy poke their heads in as well. “Oh shit, the Rookie!” Oh boy. They immediately jump on you too, happy. “Aaahh! It’s like Christmas morning! Good morning, Rookie!”

Guys, please.

Vera also walks in. “What’s going-“ She drops her things, then immediately jumps on you as well. “Oh, you’re awake! This is good! I like this!”

> “Please get off!”
> Accept it
> Write in

>>36631044
>Accept it
Someone please give us the bad news already. The hugpile will at least help with that.

>>36631044
>> Accept it

>>36631044
>> Accept it
But try again, “What about Graf, Johannes, and the Jeep Jockey out there?"
Guys, pls

>>36631138
And Rose and the tonkwitches, and the conventional forces too. Plus there is also always the chance that the hill got over-run after we pulled their arty and some of their defenders out of position.

>>36631044
>Accept it.

>>36631044
> Accept it
Even though it hurts.

> Accept it

Ugh, whatever. It’s so nice to see the 509th anyway, reunited. You try to hug all of them, but they all simply dogpile on top of you. That’s hugging enough at least. You ask, “Where’s the Commander?” Oh god, you can barely breathe. You could die though, knowing you died in the company of your comrades-in-arms.

Rachel sits up. “Well, the Commander is around here somewhere. She was pretty concerned about you, but they hold to pull her away to debrief her on the situation.” She crosses her arms, pouting. “You know, you gave us quite a scare back in New York with Neuroi Nanny holding up the Commander’s trousers.”

You nod. “I did…” you squeak. “Sorry.”

“We better get off of her,” says Carla. She starts pushing everyone off, and they all roll off of you reluctantly. Ah, the feeling of being able to breathe freely again. Carla looks to you and says, “If you’re wondering, we haven’t had word from Graf yet. Hessler and the Tank Witches are still back on the hill and they’ve held the position. But so far, nothing.”

You frown. Oh no…

> “Can I see the Neuroi Girl?”
> “Take me to the Commander.”
> “Well, let’s rest then, things should get better.”
> Write in

>>36631662
>> “Take me to the Commander.”

>>36631662
>> “Can I see the Neuroi Girl?”
>> “Take me to the Commander.”

>>36631662
>“Take me to the Commander.”
Not for sexy times, for rescuing.

>>36631662
>“Take me to the Commander.”

>>36631662
> “Take me to the Commander.”
Man, we're gonna end up killing her. Even during R&R on the other side of the planet we end up getting pulled into heroics.

>>36631662
> “Can I see the Neuroi Girl?”
> “Take me to the Commander."

>>36631662
>Can I see the Neuroi Girl?

>>36631662
>> Write in
GET OUT THERE AND SAVE THEM

> “Take me to the Commander.”

“Can you take me to the Commander?” you ask. They nod, then Carla lifts you up and carries you on her back like a horse. They start carrying you around, and soon you exit out the tent to see the basecamp you have found yourself in. Tents covered white on the top, with fire pits for the soldiers scattered about. When they look at you, they cheer for you, raising their hands and weapons in applause. Having a witch around them must make them feel that much safer.

You arrive in a new tent, where a group of Officers and Commanders gathered around a bed. Carla lets you sit up a little to see what it is. It’s the Neuroi Girl, being examined by a medic. The Commander herself, Maxine Bucholz, looks up at you. “Pilot Officer.” She grins, and the others look to you as well. She stands up, and salutes you. You all salute back. “It’s good to see you’re awake.”

“Good to see you too, Commander.” You smile at her. You’d love to kiss her, but you are in the presence of other Officers. Wouldn’t be acceptable. “Is the Neuroi Girl alright?”

The medic shrugs. “I’ve worked on people for two wars,” he says. “This is completely escaping me.”

The Neuroi Girl looks to you, apparently glad to see you here.

> “You’ll be alright, Neuroi Girl.”
> “We have peace then, she wants peace!”
> “So what now?”
> Write in

>>36632220
>“So what now?”

>>36632220
>> “You’ll be alright, Neuroi Girl.”
>> “So what now?”

>>36632220
>Write in
Examine Neuroi girl yourself.
Personally.
Indepth.

>>36632220
>So what now?

>>36632220
>> “You’ll be alright, Neuroi Girl.”
>> “So what now?”

>>36632220
> “You’ll be alright, Neuroi Girl.”
She's made of metal, right? Maybe we should call a blacksmith.

>>36632220
Ask the Neuroi Girl > “So what now?”

>>36632220
The only option left is to administer HEALING TEARS!

>>36632220
>“You’ll be alright, Neuroi Girl.”

>>36632363
Is the lighting right for them to sparkle on the way down or is that something that the tears need to do on their own?

> “So what now?”

You are let down by Carla, then you step over to the Neuroi Girl’s bed. “So what now?” you ask.

The Commander says, “Now we figure out what the Neuroi Girl wants.” She sighs, sitting back, smiling. “With any luck, it will be peace.”

The Neuroi Girl turns her head to you.

> WE ONLY WANT PEACE.

You look to them all, spry. “She wants peace.” They look to you, curious. “They want peace. I can be sure of it.” You’re not sure how you can explain that this Neuroi Girl only communicates with you, and through some form of telepathy, and how it helped you that one time with the Schwerer Rail Gun affair. However, you feel confident in saying that.

The Commander nods. “Alright then.” She looks to everyone, grinning widely, the widest grin you have seen her give. “It is peace then.” All the Officers start murmuring, discussing things.

“Peace?” asks Rachel. “Really?”

“Yep,” you say.

The Commander stands up. “We know this Neuroi Girl comes from a hive over the Ostmark. If we can communicate with that Hive.”

An Officer says, “We’ll have this Neuroi smuggled through and out back to the Ostmark in no time. We can get the 504th to begin negotiations.”

“Are you sure?” you ask. “I mean- If…” You scratch your head. “She only really likes talking to me.” The Neuroi Girl lifts her arm, her elbow a stump. What is she doing?

The Commander nods. “We’re sure. Let the world know we’ve made first contact with a Neuroi humanoid, and that we seek peace and an end to this war.” The 509th all gasp, then start quietly cheering, happily hugging and slapping hands with each other.

The end is coming. You can feel it.

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>>36633050
“You’re pretty heavy, you know that right?” says Graf as she carries the Jeep Jockey over her shoulder. He groans, his leg shot through by a laser, but thankfully it is not too serious of a wound.

“Ah, shaddup, you’re not even wearing pants,” says the Jeep Jockey. Graf giggles. “How close are we?”

Johannes grunts, shouldering his MG-42. He is out of fresh barrels for the weapon, and he is down to his MP-40. “Very, I can see the checkpoint.” The Jeep Jockey tries to lean upward, trying to get a view around Graf’s head. Johannes waves to the soldiers, happily as they walk up to the checkpoint. “Guten tag! Did the VIP make it through?”

The soldier, a young Volksgrenadier, says, “Ja. Did you hear?” The three of them look confused. He says, “Peace is at hand. We’re all gonna go home!” He laughs, gripping the lapels of his greatcoat. The three just looked confused. “Aren’t you excited?”

Johannes nods quickly, smiling. “Ja, ja.” He looks over to Graf and the Jeep Jockey. “Aren’t you both?”

The Jeep Jockey and Graf glance at each other, then look away. “Eh… I am,” says Jeep Jockey. “Not sure about Miss Buttcheek here.” Graf drops him.

“Agh!”

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>>36633077
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cHcunREYzNY

That's all for Strike Witches of Gallia for quite some time. I'm going to take a break on the universe for some time, and maybe hopefully revisit it later. But for now, this will be last thread for a long time, I hope you all enjoyed it.

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>>36633135
Thanks for running, boss.

>>36633135
Thanks for running! I'mma miss this lot, it's been a fun ride. I do hope it does come back eventually, but either way, it's been great.

>>36633135
Thanks for writing!
Thanks that drawfag for drawing!
I luv you both.

anyone knows where new drawfag stuff at?

>>36633484
You can find them all here.
>>36627562

>>36633135
I just woke up and caught up, thanks for the wild and entertaining ride Schteel.