>>764799
>> Put a uniform on. Stay calm. THEN PANIC

>>764799
> Put a uniform on. Stay calm. THEN PANIC
time for yelling

>>764799
> Put a uniform on. Stay calm. THEN PANIC
Alright, time to do our duty!

> Put a uniform on. Stay calm. THEN PANIC

Right, right no, no. You're Elodie R. Zumwalt. You don't panic. At least not until you put your uniform on and make yourself pretty. Hmph. You quickly brush your hair down with your hand, and retrieve your uniform from your bag. “Nngh... what's going on?” Winona opens her eyes, yawning. You quickly pinch her mouth shut, then gently lay her back down. “... okay g'night.” She goes back to sleep pretty easily.

With that, you pull on your pantyhose, button up your blouse and your jacket, zip up your skirt, then put on the hat, glasses, and armband, then leave your little tent.

…

NOW IT'S TIME TO PANIC.

You quickly dial Denise. “DENISE, DENISE!” you call.

“Hello?” Denise sounds as if she wasn't even sleeping at all. “What is it?”

“I GOTTA GET TO WORK, THERE'S AN EMERGENCY!” You run to the end of the Tank Hangar, then open the door.

There you find Denise on her phone, sitting on her Kettenkrad. “Let's roll.” Huh. Excellent service. You quickly mount up, then she speeds off into the morning dark.

-

-

The few inches that Carver described has now grown to knee-length. The water was cold as you sloshed through it wearing some waders gear. Carver led you and Denise on to the scrap pile where you saw several engineers hurriedly trying to plug the leaks with welding tools, hammers, and caulk guns. Temporary solutions until a more permanent one can be found. The leaks at least thankfully were small, but it builds up over time if you let it. And you won't now. “This is how it is now,” says Carver.

“Can we fix it?” you ask.

“We have at least fifteen girls trying to plug the leaks until we get the heavier equipment to permanent seal things up. Problem is though...” She points to the scrap pile itself. “All that is in the way. If we want to permanently seal the leaks, that has to go. But at the same time, that's basically what's keeping the leaks from exploding into one giant one.”

“Alright.” You motion to Denise. “Denise, get me another shift down here, tell them to bring plenty of welding equipment and anti-leak materiel.” She salutes, quickly running off through the water. “How much time do we have before this room gets flooded in full?”

“About three hours give or take,” says Carver. “I've already informed the Captain as well. Do you have any orders?”

> “Stay the course until we can get more girls and metal down on this.”
> “Start moving the scrap pile.”
> “None right now, no.”
> Other

>>764799
> GET THERE NOW, FORGET MODESTY

>>764914
> “Stay the course until we can get more girls and metal down on this.”
Let's not make it worse without the proper equipment

>>764914
> “Start moving the scrap pile.”

>>764914
Also headpats for Denise, she's the best kind of subordinate.

>>764914
>> “Start moving the scrap pile.”

> “Start moving the scrap pile.”

“We'll start taking the scrap pile apart piece by piece,” you say. “And slowly, I don't want those leaks to get any bigger.”

“Alright,” says Carver. “We'll start I guess with the nonessential rubbish, the little stuff. We'll try and leave the loadbearing junk alone, okay?” You nod. Fair, that's fair, a bit of initiative even.

“Okay. Good job, Carver.” She smiles a little, then goes to signal her girls on break to start moving stuff off of the pile.

You watch as everything starts to come into place. Metal plates are placed into carts and dollies to be moved out of the room. As well, the small leaks were being slowly sealed up by both caulk, emergency welding, and if that doesn't solve it, simply hammering the leaks into submission then welding it up. “Pick up the pace now!” You declare. “Come on!”

The scrap pile slowly started to shrink as the hours droned on. Finally, around the 7 AM mark, more Naval Studies Engineering girls came into the picture with heavy welding equipment, spare steel and metal, and everything else one needs to seal up a leak. The Captain herself rode in on one of the trucks. “Lieutenant Commander! How's the leak!?” she asks.

“We're plugging it up. But we're also getting to work on moving the scrap pile,” you say. “The nonload bearing stuff is being moved out.”

“Alright,” says the Captain. She drops off, and immediately the water soaks her dry suit up to her hips. Huh, this water line is really making her look short. “I want that scrap pile moved out asap.”

“We can't do that,” says Carver. She wades over. “There are girders forcing the hull panels back against the water.” She points to the scrap pile with a worried expression on her face. “We can't move those girders without springing a giant leak.” Damn it.

“Dang it.” The Captain takes a sip of apple juice from a juice box roughly. Aww. “... I'm not normally one for this. Commander.” She looks to you. “What's your prognosis?”

> Incorporate the girders into the repairs, figure out a way to remove them later?
> Flood the room, seal the bulkheads, then work on repairing it underwater?
> Stay the course for now, remove the pile, see what happens?
> “I'd wait for my Chief Engineer to show up.”
> Other

>>765101
>“I'd wait for my Chief Engineer to show up.”
We need some real expertise, not guesswork from a Loggie here.

>>765101
> “I'd wait for my Chief Engineer to show up.”
2nd option seems like the way to go but this is out of our skillset

>>765101
> Flood the room, seal the bulkheads, then work on repairing it underwater?

>>765101
> Incorporate the girders into the repairs

weld the ends of the girders right into the hull plate, torch-cut the bulk away, you can gouge and grind the stubs of girder flush later. call in the divers to oxy-arc the outside ends off before they turn into a monstrous snarl of sea trash. honestly, worse bodge jobs happen in a shipyard every day.

>>765101
>> Incorporate the girders into the repairs, figure out a way to remove them later?

>>765101
>“I'd wait for my Chief Engineer to show up.”

>>765151
>weld the ends of the girders right into the hull plate, torch-cut the bulk away, you can gouge and grind the stubs of girder flush later. call in the divers to oxy-arc the outside ends off before they turn into a monstrous snarl of sea trash. honestly, worse bodge jobs happen in a shipyard every day.
>Implying Ellie knows enough about this kind of stuff for that

>>765101
> “I'd wait for my Chief Engineer to show up.”

BUT IF IT GETS DRAMATICALLY WORSE

> Flood the room, seal the bulkheads, then work on repairing it underwater

>>765194
sorry. i saw a question mark and i couldn't stop myself

> “I'd wait for my Chief Engineer to show up.”

“I'd wait for my Chief Engineer to show up,” you say. “She'll know more about this than me.”

“Alright.” The Captain starts to wade back to the truck. “But you get this leak plugged up! A little leak isn't that bad for an Academyship, but an uncontrolled one in these parts might slow things down! So make it happen!” You nod, saluting her as she leaves. The truck backs up, having dispensed the spare metals and tools needed to permanently seal those leaks.

Carver folds her arms. “So, we just wait for Kotsiopoulos?”

“Yeah,” you say. “Got a problem with that?”

“No, no.” Carver shakes her head quickly.

“How did you get here anyway, Carver?” you ask. “It was 3AM when you called. And you weren't scheduled as part of the Overnight crew.”

“I volunteered,” she says. Really? “I figured it'd be a way to make up for my stunning lack of... leadership the last time you saw me. Well, not yesterday, but you know, last time?” Right, right, the part where she let her crew go hog wild on with all the equipment. “Yeah uh... you don't- you don't really care. I get that.”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>765339
> Polite

>>765339
>Polite

>>765339
>Polite

>>765339
> Polite

>>765339
>> Polite

>>765339

>polite

Also I'm working on GuP: Australian Academyship quest. Should I make it a co-ed school?

>>765500
Depends. I don't normally write boys as being too into tanks but you could incorporate another sport for boys to get into.

Otherwise, boys would just be there for flavor. They should be a main ingredient if its coed.

>>765500
No. Also, it's been done before, alas. Sorry.

>>765510
>Implying that matters.

>>765500
Go crazy anon.

>>765500
Sure?

> Polite

“I do care. It's actually really thoughtful of you.” Carver nods slowly, a slight blush on her face as she tries to avert her gaze. You say, “Listen, Carver. I appreciate it, honestly. It actually means a lot that I received the emergency call not from some random Engineer, but from another Office on the ground, someone I can trust.”

“Oh. Hehehe, eh... yeah.” Carver presses her lips together nervously. “M'kay, well, thanks. I guess. Yeah.” She shrugs. “I was just trying to do my best.”

“And you did,” you say. Carver's blush immediately goes from light pink to red as a sunset. Why's she so embarrassed? Hmph. You wouldn't be so embarrassed about doing a good job. Then again...

“Hey, hey!” A rowboat sails it way up to you all, with Tessa, Denise, Athena, Hilda, and Mulcahy inside. Athena looks at the wreck. “I just got told you wanted my assistance.”

“Yep,” you say. “Do you think you could figure out a way to get this scrap out of here and make sure that we don't spring a leak too?”

Athena says, “Sure. Here's what we do.” She takes a whistle, and blows into it, signalling for everybody's attention. Everyone stops what they're doing and looks over. “Alright, you dumb apes, listen up!” Athena motions to the girders sticking into the hull. “Those girders are now our top priority. I want them welded right into the hull plate, and I want the excess fat cut right off once that's done! I want another team with diving suits up and outside! And I want a new wall set up once that's all done, you got that?!”

“Got it!” everyone declares.

“Good, good! Get to it!” Everyone starts grabbing welders and torches and starts getting to work.

-

-

It's 1 PM, past your lunch break as you watch the scrap pile essentially disappear. All that's left are the girders, some of which are simply holding the wall up, some which are jutting entirely through the hull and causing amazing leaks. The water level in the room has more or less risen to chest height, leaving the smaller girls to stay on the boat while you and Athena wade through and direct things. “I gotta say,” says Athena. “It could be worse.”

You shiver a little. Your body has gotten slightly used to the cold water thanks to the dry suits, but still. “How could it be worse?”

“You could be flatchested,” says Athena. “You got a good Mae West thing going with your boobs, Ellie.” Oh fuck off. “No, I'm serious. Those girders are built to last. They're supposed to hold shitloads of weight as part of the lower level construction. Once we get the new wall set up, we'll have plenty of time for us to get into port and properly repair the darn hull.

“Right,” you say.

Athena looks back a bit as this happens. “Say uh... does Griselda ever mention us?” Huh? “Sorry if that comes out of nowhere. In fact, don't- don't say anything, we're busy.”

> “She mentioned you once or twice.”
> “Not really.”
> “Oh yeah, she talks loads about you.”
> Other

>>765544
>“She mentioned you once or twice.”
She still feels more than a little hurt over it, you know.

>>765510

really? There was that one a-kun land based quest I know of, but didnt know there was a full academyship one

>>765544
>> “She mentioned you once or twice.”

>>765544
> “She mentioned you once or twice.”

>>765580
Yeah, was referring to that one. It's not an academy ship, true.

Also, coed might be a bad idea. Players will get really hellbent on getting husbandos and will prioritize them over, you know, the tankery.

>>765544
>“She mentioned you once or twice.”
It could be worse indeed. She COULD be flat.

> “She mentioned you once or twice.”

“She mentioned you once or twice,” you say.

“Did she?” asks Athena. You nod. “... was it good?”

“It wasn't bad,” you say. Athena bites her lip, looking down a little. “Listen, I know I wasn't around for it and I know that you have a pretty reasonable idea of why you left. I'd agree with you too in most circumstances, Athena. But, Griselda's still pretty hurt by it.”

“Well, I said I was sorry and I said good luck when I left,” says Athena as she wades closer to the girders. Engineers were busy lashing the girder up so it wouldn't fall when it gets cut free from the hull. “It's Griselda's own fault that she lets things get to her that easy. I know we didn't part ways in the most... amicable fashion. But I tried. She should just let go of it.”

“If she could just let go of it, maybe things wouldn't be so tense between you two,” you say. “Have you ever tried talking with her since you two left?”

“... well, no,” Athena mutters. “Look. I-... it's awkward. Okay? She and I see Tankery very differently. To me, Tankery is just a sport. I like Tankery, I really do. But it's no fun when you take everything so seriously.”

“At least you're not one of those people.” Athena looks back, confused at you. You know the kind of people you're talking about. “You know, the ones who 'like to play but don't watch', the people who think just because it's a sport, it doesn't matter?”

“Oh yeah, fuck those people,” Athena says quickly.

“Well it matters to Griselda.” Athena sighs, holding the girder. “You could maybe try and be a friend to her?”

Athena is quiet for a second, pondering.

> “I'll let you decide.”
> “We have practice today. You should come by.”
> “Forget it.”
> Other

>>765748
>> “I'll let you decide.”
>> “We have practice today. You should come by.”

>>765748
>“I'll let you decide.”

>>765748
> “We have practice today. You should come by.”

>>765604

Yeah I looked through it. It seemed, idk, a little too animu-ish without any flavour from being australian.

I'm having an AFL team, an indigenous crew, and a few other bits and pieces to make it unique in such a way that the actual setting informs the content.

Being Australian myself helps

>>765812
It's interesting how popular Aussies seem with Garupan fans even though Australia itself mostly relied on export armor with only one or two indigenous designs.

>>765748
> “We have practice today. You should come by.”

>>765500
School could be coed, would help vary interactions, but I'd keep Tankery an all girls sport. Also resist the temptation to go Sentinel crazy, it's not actually a very good tank. Thinking of setting it on Monash or an original ship?

>>765819

For me, its 'stick with what you know' and being Australian I know Australia.

As for import armour, there will probably be a lot of British tanks in the quest. Maye a few American ones.

>>765845

Two schools to choose from in the prologue: Monash and Curtin.

Monash tends to the East Coast and New Zealand, while Curtin tends to the West, Central and PNG/Pacific Islands.

And No, I won't, though I am tempted to give the Kiwi team a Bob Semple

>>765819
Yeah, especially considering we didn't really have any notable armour engagements during the war.

>>765812
Yeah it would be nice to have a quest which can actually stick the strayan diction as it were. Whereabouts you from? A Brisfag myself.

> “We have practice today. You should come by.”

“We do have practice today,” you explain. “We're going to be doing some theory, a little bit of practical stuff now that the weather is cleared up. You should come by, take Tessa with you. At least say hi to Griselda. First step in a healing process I guess.”

“Right.” Athena looks away, then shrugs. “If I'm not too busy I guess.”

“Alright.” You gently pat Athena on the back.

One of the engineers straddling the girl looks back. She lifts up her mask. “Da darn girda's been welded up real tight, Commander! Ready to cut!” Athena takes up a plasma cutter from a helpful student, then signals for a platform to move a tank of fuel for her as well. She climbs up the girder, then lights it up.

-

-

With that, it's quitting time.

> JOB COMPLETE
> + 5 CP

You check the time. It's about 5PM now. Practice should begin soon. Your entire retinue, save for Athena and Tessa have elected not to stay with you and already gone by the time you've stripped out of dry suits and out of the locker room. Fine, maybe they'll visit another time you suppose.

But for now, you should...

> Rally with your crew
> Head to the Tank HQ for practice
> Go get Athena and Tessa and bring them with you
> Other

>>765888
>Go get Athena and Tessa and bring them with you
Maybe GrisGris will leave that demon behind her at last.

>>765887

Just north of Brisbane. But I've lived all around the country

>>765887
>the strayan diction
Does it count if I speak fluent Giant Spider?

>>765888

fuck sorry for double posting

> Go get Athena and Tessa and bring them with you

>>765888
> Rally with your crew
Gris already told us to butt out on the Tessa/Athena thing. Don't want to mess things up by turning up with them, better it looks like it was their idea alone.

>>765888
>Rally with your crew
It's their call, let's not press them on it too much.

>>765888
> Go get Athena and Tessa and bring them with you

>>765888
>Rally with your crew

>One of the engineers straddling the girl looks back.
>straddling the girl
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6nSKkwzwdW4

>>765922
You know, the giant spiders in Aus are mainly just huntsmans which are harmless (well not entirely, their bites hurt but they won't do any permanent/serious damage) the ones you gotta look out for are little ones like Redbacks or Funnelwebs.

>>765888
> Rally with your crew
Hang out with the girls

>>765965

Or Golden Orbs. Fuck those bird eating bastards

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>>765965
>Funnelwebs
>little
A true 'Strayan there. Those bastards are still only slightly smaller than your hand. They also will hunt you down while hissing.

>>766007
Oh yeah forgot about those, yeah fuck those things.

Where/When are you planning to run your GuP quest? I run Tankies Sat mornings, basically peak posting time for the US and still struggle to get more than a brace of simultaneous posters thanks to how slow /qst/ is.

>>766047

I have no idea. I'm still finalizing and nailing down ideas.

>>766067
Yeah fair cop, it's something that bears consideration before you start running though as migrating seems quite tricky.

Sorry, had to run an errand, will start writing.

Morning all.

>>766242
Why is your morning so early, anon?

>>766288
More like why is it so late.

> Rally with your crew

-

-

“Hey!” yells Winona as you and your retinue come closer. “Wow, Ellie. You're making a lot of friends. Hilda, Denise, and...”

“Mulcahy,” says Mulcahy quietly.

“Nice to meet you,” says Stack. You, your crew, and your retinue (minus Tessa and Athena) have gathered outside of the hangar on a relatively light but cloudy day. “All y'all ever consider doing Tankery? We could use a spare crew.”

“I could!” says Denise. “But... I'd wait for a whole crew to get behind me I suppose.”

“Hey, hey, Solnyshka!” Oleg waves over to you, walking over to you. “Good to see you. Was just wanting to talking with you. I highly appreciate the new help that you have given me, the new girls are very efficient.”

Mulcahy nods. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, but don't mention it, Oleg,” you say. “Denise is the one you should thank.”

“Oh, how could I forget the cutest and littlest kotik.” He quickly pats a very heavily blushing and highly appreciative Denise on the head, dusting some grease and oil into her hair as well it seems. “Yes, of course. Listen. I have the good news to tell you and your crew. It involves conversion.”

“Conversion?” you ask.

“Da. Griselda's new budgetary boost from the task your assistant accomplished has freed up some space for her to investing the monies into conversions. She is already working on purchasing Henschel turret for King Tiger, and now she has loaned some money to your conversion options.”

“What do you mean?”

“The Cromwell chassis is thick, strong, and can be improved. Thankfully, through the magic of Tankery kits and a bit of what you may call elbow grease, I can now upgrade your Cromwell to whatever you like. Cromwell VII, Comet tank perhaps, I can even make longer into Challenger if you feel like. Is up to you. Talk to me after practice or whenever you are next free.”

“Alright, Oleg,” you say.

“Practice will begin soon!” yells Griselda. You all look to her Sherman as it rolls into the center of the hangar. “Today's going to be a free drill day today! Me, Miss McPherson, and Stack's sisters will oversee! Three laps around the grounds, then free fire at the range, then maneuvering practice!”

Right, right.

> Gain some instruction from Miss McPherson
> Have a personal lesson with Griselda
> See what Stack's sisters have to teach young-class
> Other

>>766242
Morning m8, hope you like tanks.

>>766316
> Have a personal lesson with Griselda

its before noon on a Sunday. It works.

>>766316
>Have a personal lesson with Griselda

>Challenger
Do we absolutely most positively need a 17pdr? Will we lose flexibility if we go this route?

>>766316
>Have a personal lesson with Griselda

>>766316
> See what Stack's sisters have to teach young-class
Let's try the new teachers

>>766316
> See what Stack's sisters have to teach young-class

>>766342
No and yes respectively. The Chally's definitely the least appealing option, to me anyway.

I'm thinking the MKVII.

>>766316
> See what Stack's sisters have to teach young-class

Rolled 2 (1d2)

Right, rolling.

1. Lewd times with Griselda
2. Sandwiched between the sisters

> Have a personal lesson with Griselda

Hoel and Lo sit on your turret as you do maneuver practice. In this particular case, the practice range for you was set out with two targets on your left and right, at the same distance. It's impossible to hit both on the first pass. Or is it? “Alright, I know your suspension hasn't exactly held up since last match, but let's try this anyway, alright?” You all give a thumbs up to her. “Alright.” She talks into a walkie-talkie. “Josephina, you're going to try the Shimada Death Blossom here, alright?”

“Oui,” says Josephina.

“Everyone, hang on.” You brace yourself on the commander's hatch's edges. This is going to be rough. She starts to speed down the line. You look to your right and see the Panzer III attempting the same thing on their own track, with Fanny Roberts accompanying them. They fire at the first target, blasting it to pieces. Then spin off, and blast the second behind them as if backhanding them. They continue on in a straight line.

Hmph, if the Historians can do it, you can too! “Punch it!” you yell. Hoel and Lo hold on. Your tank fire blasts the target on the left. “Now!” The tank starts to turn left, but suddenly it spins right. You hear a loud rattling noise from the suspension.

Suddenly, the tracks split apart and you go spinning off and out of control. Your next shot goes wide, and immediately plinks against Iris' Churchill. “Ow.”

You come to a stop, with Hoel and Lo look back. “You missed,” says Hoel. “But don't worry, sweetie! We'll fix up your little tracky-track then we can work on more fundamental stuff perhaps!”

“Why did we shed the track there? We just fixed the suspension,” says Stack.

“I believe the problem lies in how you're attemping to do the spin,” says Lo. “Josephina.” Josephina pops out of her hatch, immediately panting and breathing heavily from the claustrophobic environment. “Josephina. You need not stress the tracks to do what you want them to do. A tank is a very heavy vehicle, it's not like a car. It goes where gravity and friction dictate it to go.”

“How would you say to do the spin then?” asks Josephina.

“Just give it a bit of oomph, then let the good boy take care of the rest,” says Lo. She pats the top of the hatch. “If you want, perhaps we can teach you a bit more.”

> The Roberts sisters are noted generalists in their style of Tankery. They incorporate all aspects of brawling and maneuvering while also taking into account sniping and ranged slugging.

> Learn a Tactical Maneuver (-10 CP)
> Learn a Co-op Maneuver
> - 20 CP to give all crewmembers +5 Talent boost

>>766682
>- 20 CP to give all crewmembers +5 Talent boost
I think we should focus on the basics for now.

>>766682
My bad, learning a co-op maneuver will cost -10 CP.

>>766682
>- 20 CP to give all crewmembers +5 Talent boost
We should have plenty after all the WÖRK we've been doing.

>>766682
> - 20 CP to give all crewmembers +5 Talent boost
Alright, I suppose it makes sense.

>>766682
>> - 20 CP to give all crewmembers +5 Talent boost

>>766682
> - 20 CP to give all crewmembers +5 Talent boost

>>766682
> - 20 CP to give all crewmembers +5 Talent boost

Raw talent baby.,

> - 20 CP to give all crewmembers +5 Talent boost

-

-

Hoel and Lo spend some time teaching the various aspects of each crew position to your crewmembers, even a little tip or secret they may not have known. “... and remember, the best thing that will go towards your efficiency is comfort! That's why I always bring a pillow with me to my matches!” says Hoel.

“The pillow always ends up dirty though,” says Lo.

“Yeah, but that's why you do the laundry, Lo.” Hoel smiles at Lo, who rolls her eyes. “Now, With our newfound appreciation for our sister Stack, each of you must be reminded that all five of you need to synergize properly. A tank crew that's just bumbled and thrown together won't be as effective as one that has everyone who knows each other and knows what the other is thinking,” says Hoel. “Remember that, okay?”

“Okay!”

> TRAINING COMPLETE
> + 10 Talent

The Roberts sisters elected to help fix the suspension before bringing the tank in. “You know.” Winona folds her arms. “I feel like we've forgot something.”

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“It's just-...” Winona squints a bit. “Doesn't something normally happen around this time.” Well-...

Your ears twitch. You hear a low rumble in the distance. What the? You turn around. On the horizon are lots and lots of planes.

…

oh shit

> RUN
> GET INTO THE TANK
> PANIC
> Other

>>767013
>> Other
>Stand on your tank and stare them down

>>767013
>GET INTO THE TANK
Bring it on!

>>767013
> GET INTO THE TANK

>>767013
>.Grab the fucking .50 Cal

>Coordinate with other tanks to use their AA guns.

>>767013
> GET INTO THE TANK
Get some.

>>767013

(WO)MAN THE 50!

>>766382
>>766511

Oleg did mention the Comet. Which means we should probably go for that, given it is the culmination of the cruiser ranch before we get into MBTs

>>767106
I imagine it will be the most expensive of the three for just that reason.

>>767126

Absolutely, but it was arguably the best tank of that time period by all accounts. So, worth it.

>>767155
It's certainly excellent, but if there is a price difference I'd rather the VIIw for now and put the difference into helping fund the team, a lot of our teammates could do with conversions far more urgently than us.

Also its a bit more the a conversion... New turret Enlarged hull, new suspension. new engine.

I would like some part of the old girl to remain.

>>767304
Actually we've already essentially got the Mk III Meteor thanks to the tuneup, so the engine will be the same.

> GET INTO THE TANK

“GET INTO THE TANK! GO GO GO!” You all rush for the tank while the Roberts sisters duck for cover. You grab onto the grips for the fifty, then load up some paint rounds. Right, this is what you were made for! You are going to shoot down one of those planes if it kills you! You charge the bolt back, then spin the 50 around to face the incoming planes.

Then you see everyone else immediately bolting for the hangar. “Hey, where are you all going!?”

“I am not cleaning my tank today!” yells Benny.

“Fuck washing the paint off!” yells Dalia. For once, the two clubs are in agreement about something.

Even the Poles too. “Serafina, you too!?”

“As much as I like a good challenge, I know when to run from a hopeless fight now! Iris told me such!”

You look at Iris' tank, and see it just sitting in the open. “I know what you're thinking, but I was just teaching her common sense,” says Iris. Figures. You roll your eyes.

“Alright, get some!” you yell. You start firing your rounds into the sky. The planes immediately break off, and start strafing the tanks as they head into the hangar. The girls all shout and scream over the radio in panic as they retreat into the hangar. The Hawks immediately dive down and around, aiming for you. Here they come! Here they come! This time you'll get one! You fire off a huge burst of rounds, this time splattering the engine block of one of the planes. It starts to smoke as it breaks off.

The other planes however proceed to splatter and paint up the side of Oliver. They get so close that you have to flinch back down into the turret. “Agh! Son of a bitch!” You turn around again and fire at the wounded plane. “Guys, what-” You look down to see Winona and Stack playing on their phones. “Guys, come on! The boys are attacking us!”

“Yeah,” says Winona. “One of those days.”

“Do they ever get bored of this?” asks Stack.

“Come on, show a little hustle!” you shout. “At least turn the coax on them!” Suddenly you receive a paint hit on the helmet. “Ow! Fuck!” You feel it up, it's blue. Okay, good, it's not blood.

The Lockheed Hudsons suddenly come into play. Oh fuck. You duck down, and they drop their payload of paint bombs. One of them directly on top of you. Oh fuck that. You drop the hatches down and pray. You hear a loud bang. Yep, that's gonna take some time to wash out.

And with that, you look through the periscopes to see the other bombs bouncing onto the ground. One of them crashes onto the ground, then slides into the hangar. All the waiting girls immediately run from it into cover.

…

Griselda walks out, confused. She looks at the bomb, then gently taps it with her foot. She smirks. “Alright, guys. It's just a-”

It explodes, splattering her and several of the surrounding tanks with white paint.

…

“... dud,” she coughs.
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>>767363
-

-

With the air attack finally over, you managed to get Oliver in for a clearing. Thankfully, Oleg and his new team of mechanics tasked themselves with cleaning the tanks off. You thought for sure you'd get one this time, but alas.

And thus it was time to hit the showers. Everybody started washing paint off from the attack in the showers, or rested in the baths themselves. You yourself finally got some of that paint out of your hair. “Where's Griselda?” you ask Regina.

Regina points to one of the baths, where you see Yuno and Luisa carefully washing and brushing the paint out of her hair and off her skin. Ah.

> Help Griselda with the paint. She doesn't look too happy.
> Talk with a crew (Which?)
> Hang out with your crew
> Other

>>767374
> Help Griselda with the paint. She doesn't look too happy.
Straight out of Looney Tunes.

Seriously though, I think its wise to help her cool off.

>>767374
>Help Griselda with the paint. She doesn't look too happy.
Ouch.

>>767374
> Help Griselda with the paint. She doesn't look too happy.
Intensify forward puns.
"You look like you had a blast, today's practice certainly wasn't paint by numbers. It's a good thing we didn't bomb out on our training."

>>767374
> Hang out with your crew

>>767374
> Help Griselda with the paint. She doesn't look too happy.

>>767374
>Help Griselda with the paint. She doesn't look too happy.

> Help Griselda with the paint. She doesn't look too happy.

“You don't look happy,” you say as you hold the hair for Luisa to brush paint out of. The white paint melts right into the water as Yuno hoses Griselda's hair down.

“Sometimes I regret not just paying outright for the engine and setting up that annoyingass deal,” says Griselda. “Jack's nice, he's real nice, they're all pretty nice guys I know they don't mean it. But holy fuck their schtick is getting annoying and I wish it'd stop.

“We're under contract,” says Luisa. “Griselda, if we tell them to stop, we'd have to give back the engine.” Luisa gasps, suddenly tugging on Griselda's hair and making her yelp in pain. “My God! We'd lose one of our best advantages! And then we'd start collapsing!”

“Luisa, hair,” Griselda growls. Luisa gasps again, then lets go. “Look, I know that. I think we just gotta deal with it.”

“By the way,” you say. “How much money did you invest into my conversion? I mean, I got a lot of money banked up, yeah, but... that must be-”

“At least 10,000 dollars give or take,” she says. “Though, Oleg is going to give you a separate price figure, that'll be for you to look at. My advice? Go with the VII variant then upgrade to a Comet. I'll try and secure the cash for it. And you need to secure some cash for it as well. There's so much-” She stops herself, sighing. “You know, one thing I always admired about my sister was her ability to wring money out of people, I never picked that up. Now, our tanks are starting to fall apart and we're running out of money for spare parts.”

“We still have the other tanks in reserve though, right?” you ask.

“Yeah. And your friend Kathy, big help,” she says. “She managed to find another one of the tanks today, she'll have it brought up tomorrow.” That's good, that's good. Griselda is quiet for a few seconds, then says, “Ellie, can I ask you a question?”

“What's up?”

“Did you talk Athena and Tessa into visiting today?” Huh? You didn't even see them. “I saw them by the fence, you must not have noticed them in the chaos. They just walked past as if they were going about their day but they were looking. What did you tell them?”

> “Nothing.”
> “I told them it'd be nice if they visited.”
> “Just that you two ought to kiss and make up.”
> Other

>>767642
> “I told them it'd be nice if they visited.”

>>767642
>“I told them it'd be nice if they visited.”
Didn't push them to do it though, that was all them.

>>767642
> “I told them it'd be nice if they visited.”

>>767642
>> “Just that you two ought to kiss and have make up sex already.”

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>>767703

>>767642
>“I told them it'd be nice if they visited.”

>>767642
> “I told them it'd be nice if they visited.”
"They were asking about you was all, how you were holding up. Figured if they cared enough to ask they should care enough to stop by."

> “I told them it'd be nice if they visited.”

“I told them it'd be nice if they visited,” you say. “I didn't push them, I mean, they were asking about you, how you were doing. If they care enough to ask, they should care enough to stop by.”

Griselda grunts. “I see.” She leans back, sighing deeply. “Well, they could've at least said hello after abandoning me.” You blink, taken aback by that. Griselda blinks, seeming to realize it. “I-... I'm sorry, that's too harsh. I mean-... well, they did. But I- I mean-... Whatever. It doesn't matter anyway, I still have Luisa and Yuno, we do well enough.” She shakes her head.

Luisa frowns a little. “Griselda, you should rest a little after we finish bathing you, okay? Today was a little hard on you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She sighs, sinking nose deep into the water.

-

-

You all get yourselves dressed in the lockerroom. “Oooohh, Ellie!” Winona leans over, the strap on her bra undone. “Would you mind?” You roll your eyes, then gently sink the hooks into her back. “Ow!” You grab her bra straps then decide to do it properly. “Thank you, sweetie!”

“Do it yourself next time.” You pull your pantyhose on, then fit your blouse on. As you do that however, you get a call. You pick it up. “Hello?”

“Hey, Ellie!” Oh, it's Mom. “Just wanted to say sorry we couldn't make it for your last match set. There's no way we'd afford a plane ride all the way out to New Mexico. Driving down the coast is one thing, driving to the midwest is another.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say. You feel a smidge uncomfortable now. “Uh, Mom. Uh, so... can I ask you a question?” Your crew looks over at you.

“Sure thing, hun!”

“Um. So, were you pretty good as a tanker, Mom?” you ask.

“Oh, not really,” she says. “Why?”

> “No reason.”
> “Are you sure?”
> “Just checking.”
> Other

>>767993
>“Just checking.”
It's technically the truth!

>>767993
>> Other
>"..."

>>767993
> “Are you sure?”

>>767993
> “Are you sure?”
Could lead to an interesting moment between the two.

>>767993
> “Are you sure?”

>>767993
>> “Are you sure?”

> “Are you sure?”

“Are you sure?” you ask.

“Ooooh, I'm sure,” she says. “... why do you ask again?”

“Well. Um.” You shrug, as if she can see you talk. “I mean... are you really sure?”

“What's this about, Ellie?”

“Oh, I mean- well, nothing. Nothing, it's uh... I mean, I just wanted to know if you had any like cool stories or anything, you know? Stuff like that, hehe.” You smile nervously. “Stuff like that?”

“Well... I mean, Tankery was cool and funny I guess and all. I'm not sure I got any real good stories. You'll have to call me later about that, hun. Though, is this- do you have something you need to talk to me about? You sound a little nervous.”

“Well, mom, I-” You stop yourself. Come on, tell her. Tell her you know! DO IT! “... no, no. I'm just feeling a bit tense, trying to wind down. We've been busy lately.”

“Oh, well, okay. But hey, I'll call later to check on you, okay, Sweetie?”

“Alright. Bye.”

“Bye.”

You both hang up on each other. You couldn't do it. Damn it. You look at your crew, who all immediately slide out of the picture except for Winona. “If it makes you feel any better.” Winona stands up off the bench, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I believe that maybe your Mom doesn't want to make you feel like you ruined anything. Not that you did, just... she probably thinks you might get hurt by it.”

“No, no, it's just- well, maybe you're right.” You fold your arms, sighing. God.

Right, what now though?

> Check in on Oleg.
> Start preparing the tent for bed.
> Talk with a crew (Which?)
> Other

>>768376
> Check in on Oleg.

>>768376
> Start preparing the tent for bed.

>>768376
>Check in on Oleg.

>>768376
>> Check in on Oleg.

>>768376
>Check in on Oleg.

>>768376
> Talk with a crew (The baseball one I forget the name of)

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>>768552
Ingrid! This is why we're falling apart as a team.

We can't even remember our team's names

>>768376
>Check in on Oleg.
Damn it Ellie. I guess it was too much to expect her to do it on the phone. It will have to be face to face.

> Check in on Oleg.

“Right, hold it, hold it there!” The new Henschel turret is slowly being carted into the hangar by the mechanics, having arrived a few hours ago. It's bereft of the gun and the turret itself is painted plain yellow, being held aloft by cranes and steel cables. Oleg turns over to you. “Ah, solnyshka, what can I be doing for you?”

“I wanted to talk to you about my conversions,” you say.

“Right, right!” Oleg snaps his fingers, then reaches into his belt and pulls out his iPad. “Here. Let me be showing you your options.” He starts flipping through several pages, before showing you your new options. “Here are your options.”

> CROMWELL VII
> COST: 27,000 DOLLARS
> The Crowmell VII conversion is less of a conversion and more of a straight upgrade. With an enhanced engine, an additional armor up to 100 meters thick on the front, and wider tracks, this will serve as a great intermediary for any of the other two conversions if you're not sure which to pick.

> MARK VIII CHALLENGER
> COST: 35,000 DOLLARS
> With a lengthened hull, a slightly thinly armored turret, and a new 17 Pounder gun, the Challenger serves as an effective slugging vehicle. However, its newly found length, combined with the weight of the gun, and the slow fire rate means that it no longer can brawl at close ranges unless you're feeling stupidly brave.

> COMET I
> COST: 40,000 DOLLARS
> The Comet I is barely recognizable as a Cromwell, and some might argue that it's not legal to mount a Comet on a Cromwell chassis, but you can do it anyway. With a hardhitting 77mm gun, relatively thicker armor, and improved ergonomics (at least for the driver and RO/Hull machine gun), the Comet I is one step closer to the “universal” tank the British sought after in the War. It can brawl, it can slug, and it can run, but it comes at high price.

“See anything you like?”

> NOTE: CONVERSION will require FIVE DAYS OF WORK WITH OLEG AND A TEAM OF MECHANICS, acquiring more personnel may speed up the process.

> The Cromwell VII
> The Comet I
> The Challenger
> “Not right now.”
> Other

>>768765
>“Not right now.”
If I'm reading the pastebin right, we only have 22k right now. If that's not accurate and we can afford it, then I'll switch to the Cromwell.

>>768792
I forgot to mention that Griselda has put an additional 10k towards any conversion.

>>768792
Gris is funding us for at least 10k remember.

>>768765
> The Cromwell VII

Incoming infoposts.

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>>768765
>100 meters thick on the front

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>>768814
I'm not good with the metric system, okay, pls no bully.

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>> CROMWELL VIIw (LT) UPGRADE
> Cromwell VIIw (LT) "Oliver" - OQF 6-Pounder Mk. V
>Commander: Elodie R. "Zumzum" Zumwalt
>Gunner: Winona H. Griffiths
>Loader: Samantha “Stack” Bell Roberts
>Driver: Josephine deGrasse
>RO: Ingrid Berra
> SPECIFICATIONS
> Hull Armour (UP/LP/MG/LG/US/LS/R): 122@0°/102@22°/50@68°/50@62°/64@0°/5+49+14@0°/58@0-10°
> Turret Armour (F/UF/S/R): 121@0°/40@85°/84@0°/77@0°
> Top Speed (km/h): 64km/h
> Steering: Triple Differential
>> UPGRADES
> Go to "THE TANK" pastebin, all previous upgrades should remain valid
>> NOTES
> Mainly increases our armour, but it will also widen our tracks and give us an all round vision Cupola with five vision ports and full swivel capability as opposed to our current two. It will also have an easier to maintain engine layout and some other minor QoL improvements. Basically just a better Cromwell but nothing earth shattering in any department (except maybe the Tiger tier front armour). However, this extra armour doesn't get around the big weak point of the Cromwell's protection, it's flimsy internal mantlet which remains easily penetrable by basically anything bigger than a 37mm.

>>768765
>>768803
>>768812
Well alright then, changing >>768792
to >The Cromwell VII

>>768765
> The Cromwell VII
But
> “Not right now.”

We have the money, when you consider the grant Griselda has given us, but time is an issue. Oliver would be out of comission until the flag match, and I don't like the idea of doing that. I think we should tell Oleg to hold off until after Sunday. Then, with a whole week we can be ready for the finale.

But, I am willing to flex on this if we feel comfortable with another tank for the elimination match.

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>>768834
Well that formatting doesn't look very good, let's try this.

> A30 CHALLENGER (Early) CONVERSION
> A30 Challenger (Early) "Oliver" - OQF 17-Pounder Mk. II
Commander: Elodie R. "Zumzum" Zumwalt
Gunner: Winona H. Griffiths
Loader: Samantha “Stack” Bell Roberts
Loader 2: Ingrid Berra
Driver: Josephine deGrasse
> SPECIFICATIONS
- Hull Armour (UP/LP/MG/LG/TBF/TBS/TBR/US/LS/R): 84@0°/77@22°/50@68°/45@62°/84@0°/71@0°/71@0°/34-25@0°/5+34+14@0°/58-34@0-10°
- Turret Armour (M/F/FC/S/R): 102@0°/83@0°/83@0°/60@0°/60@0°
- Top Speed (km/h): ~60km/h ungoverned
- Steering: Triple Differential
> UPGRADES
- Go to "THE TANK" pastebin, however we may lose some Turret specific modifications, and the reloadable 2in Bomb Launcher will have to be replaced by external 4in ones.
> NOTES
Substantially larger and less manoeuvrable than the Cromwell, the Challenger gives up some of its flexibility to mount the monstrously powerful 17 pounder AT gun, in arguably its best fighting compartment. With two loaders and a spacious turret/basket, the Challenger could reasonably churn out 17 pounder shells faster than we can fire the 6 pounder. However it is again taller and longer than the Cromwell by a substantial amount, it's even taller than the Firefly by a few inches (though its hull has a lower profile so you expose less of your tank to get shots) but it has good gun depression and decent visibility. The downside is we would likely first have to convert to an Early model Challenger (the first 40-50 built) which has atrocious armour, especially on the massive and mostly flat turret. Can be further upgraded with late model improvements such as substantial frontal applique armour and a turret blast plate gorget to prevent turret ring jams from incoming fire.

>>768765
I agree with anon >>768840. We need Oliver up and running in the short term, and we don't have time to lead the auxiliary mod crew.

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>>768852
> COMET I CONVERSION
Comet I "Oliver" - OQF 77mm HV
Commander: Elodie R. "Zumzum" Zumwalt
Gunner: Winona H. Griffiths
Loader: Samantha “Stack” Bell Roberts
Driver: Josephine deGrasse
RO: Ingrid Berra
> SPECIFICATIONS
- Hull Armour (UP/LP/MG/LG/US/LS/R): 96@0°/84@20°/52@71°/45@69°/52+14@0°/5+49+14@0°/45+32-52@0-10°
- Turret Armour (M/F/UF/S/R): 102@15-45°/122@0-45°/45@73-80°/84@0°/77@0°
- Top Speed (km/h): ~60km/h ungoverned
- Steering: Triple Differential
> UPGRADES
- Go to "THE TANK" pastebin, all previous upgrades should remain valid
> NOTES
Essentially a bigger, better Cromwell, the Comet offers modest improvements in most regards over the Cromwell III, otherwise sacrificing some speed to gain a stronger turret and the highly accurate and powerful 77mm HV gun. This gun does make the Comet's turret a bit cramped compared to it's predecessor though. Similar to the Cromwell VIIw it also has an all round vision cupola with five vision slots and full swivel capability. For the driver and RO this tank is roomier and more comfortable than the Cromwell though, and while the turret crew are either no more comfortable or worse off in that regard, they have a number of new amenities like better sights/scopes. This a good all round upgrade package as opposed to the armour focussed VIIw or the pure firepower of the Challengers. Also comes with a frankly disgusting amount of gun depression so we can bully things over hills/ridges.

> CROMWELL VII
> COST: 27,000 DOLLARS
> Other

“I'll put down 27,000 dollars for the Cromwell VII, however I don't want it down now,” you say. “If possible, I want you to wait until after Sunday to do it, that way I won't have to use one of the reserve tanks.”

“Da, fair enough,” he says. “In which case I will not being taking money from you now. I will wait instead for you to confirm purchase on day that you feel you have to. I will be sure to remind you on Sunday then, perhaps you may reconsider or wish to renegotiate, da?” You nod. “Da, da. Well, it is late, take care. We must get this done.”

“Later, Oleg.” He turns around, going back to directing his team of mechanics.

With that, you head to your tent, and find your crew laying around, snuggling up in their sleeping bags. “Augh!” Ingrid pulls out Cuddles from her sleeping bag. “Damn it! Winona, tell your snake to stop invading our sleeping bags!” Ingrid places Cuddles down onto Winona's head as she tries to go to sleep.

“I can't help it!” says Winona. “He loves heat!” She carefully places Cuddles onto your sleeping bag. “Therefore, he sleeps on Ellie's chest.” He flicks his tongue, quickly curling up into your sleeping bag.

> Indulge Cuddles, he's harmless anyway.
> “No, no. Out of my sleeping bag you little noodle.”
> Other

>>769094
> Indulge Cuddles, he's harmless anyway.
We could use a hug.

>>769094
> Indulge Cuddles, he's harmless anyway.

>>769094
>“No, no. Out of my sleeping bag you little noodle.”

You'll not tempt me, serpent!

>>769094
>> Indulge Cuddles, he's harmless anyway.

>>769094
> “No, no. Out of my sleeping bag you little noodle.”

>>769094
>Indulge Cuddles, he's harmless anyway.
I mean, what could go wrong? It's not like it'll bite us with a blood clotting venom or strangle us while we sleep or both, right? RIGHT?

>>769094
>“No, no. Out of my sleeping bag you little noodle.”
Cute but YOUR pet, Winona.

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>>769178
Don't bully the snek

>>769094
>> Indulge Cuddles, he's harmless anyway.

>>769094
> Indulge Cuddles, he's harmless anyway.
Non-cottonmouths a a best snek

>>769094
>> “No, no. Out of my sleeping bag you little noodle.”

> Indulge Cuddles, he's harmless anyway.

You sigh. “Whatever.” After stripping yourself down into your night shirt, you settle down into your sleeping bag. “It's not like Cuddles is going to strangle us in our sleep anyway, he's a Ball Python. He's more scared of us than we are of him.” Cuddles immediately decides to argue his point by slipping into your sleeping bag, then curling up and resting on one of your breasts. Uh...

“See, he likes you!” says Winona. “Ooooh, if only Cuddles were a real boy though. He's the only man for me!”

“You're way too obsessed with that snake,” says Ingrid.

“Aw, don't be such a party pooper,” says Stack as she stretches her arms one last time before bed. “Pets are nice, Ingrid. You should consider getting yourself one.”

“I don't need pets,” she says. Ingrid folds her arms, looking away a bit.

“She needs a pet,” says Stack to you. You roll your eyes, smirking a bit. The three of you giggle a bit at Ingrid's expense. “Come on, Ingrid. If you could have a pet, what would it be?”

She shrugs. “A ferret I guess.”

“Aw, ferrets are nice!” says Winona. The little furry things are pretty cute. “What about you Josephina?”

“I have always wanted to own a little bunny rabbit or two,” says Josephina. “They're so cute and jovial and quite fast as well!” She grins, thinking on it. “Oooh, they'd be so cute! But they'd also multiply like the dickens.”

“What about you, Ellie?” asks Winona.

“I thought you were my pet,” you say. A few seconds pass as you settle into sleep. Then suddenly feel Winona's hand on your head. You turn around.

Winona grins at you, wearing dog ears on her head and a collar around her neck. “... woof.”

…

OH GOD YOU COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THAT

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH

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>>769326
That's it for tonight. Sorry for the slowness in posting, recovering some allergies and a bit of fatigue as well, but we should be getting better soon.

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See you next time.

>>769333
Thanks for the fun, boss.

>>769333
Good thread GS! Had some very good chuckles out of this one.

Also like the hinting of a retainer team. Maybe even a team featuring Carver? Could it be done?

Anyways, I look forward to the next one, and I hope that we'll see progress with Ellie and mom someday. Probably better to hope on Gris and Athena/Tessa making up first.

>>769333
Thanks for running Schteel, catch ya later.

Also, for Ellie's actual pets. I am thinking Budgees. Seems more her speed.

>>769333
Night Boss, thanks for running!

>>769370
Or a cat. As long as you set food out and clean the litterbox and pet it when it wants it'll be perfect.

>>769375
True. She seems to be on good terms with Admiral Nimitz

>>769375
>it'll be purrfect.
Fixed

>>769468
Coughed on my beer as I laughed.

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Off topic: I made a LGA battalion in AW if anyone wants to join for some comfy modern tankery.

>>769555
Nice trips, I thought AW's playerbase tanked a while ago though? At least on the US server.

>>769584
There has been an uptick since Global Ops was introduced. The majority of players play PVE, try to imagine playing multiplayer Ace Combat missions but with thanks.

>>769607
>thanks

tanks.

>>769607
Fair enough, might reinstall it when I get the chance then, the PVE was always the more interesting part of the game anyway.

>>769624
PVE gives the same exp rewards as PVE now, so it's ideal for rage-free grinding.

Though the AI got buffed and now aims for weakspots instead of center of mass

>>769636
That's actually almost a buff for the Chieftain, which used to suck in PVE cause its center mass wasn't the well armoured part.

>>769663
It is, but now my Challenger I is no longer a rolling Dreadnought in PVE.

>>769684
That's a shame, I'm actually partial to the Chally I over the II, looks much nicer.