FUCKING FINALLY! I LOVE YOU SCHTEEL!

>>1229759
> “Sure.” (VACATION DAYS: 4)
We did promise to assist her today, after all.

Good to be back for LGA, GS.

>>1229761
To add my vote
>“Can’t. I have work.”
Arbeit macht frei.

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>>1229759
> “Sure.” (VACATION DAYS: 4)

We did say we would help.

Damn we need more vacation days or to make fewer promises

>>1229766
>>1229778
well if we promised (I cant recall, but it was a fair bit of time since I read the archives)
Change my vote to: > “Sure.” (VACATION DAYS: 4)

>>1229759
>> “Sure.” (VACATION DAYS: 4)

>>1229778
I'm sure there is a promotion juuuust around the corner.

>>1229759
>> “Sure.” (VACATION DAYS: 4)

>>1229759
> “Sure.” (VACATION DAYS: 4)
Vaycayshuns

I must say, Ive been reading these since trude quesr, but this is the first one I am actually participating in. Feels sureal.

> “Sure.” (VACATION DAYS: 4)

“This is going to be great!” says Winona. You, her, and Denise walk out the front door of the Tank Hangar. The other girls will be out doing their own jobs for now. “Fliers are gonna be handed today, and I already took the liberty of putting out a tweet about us on Twitter!”

“You have a Twitter?” asks Denise.

“Of course!” says Winona. “Everybody has a Twitter these days! I even have a hundred followers! Of course, none of them go to LGA and uh… most of them are boys. But- the important thing is advertisement!” Denise hands you a mug from her thermos of coffee. Excellent. You take a sip and immediately let the hot coffee warm your body. Aaahh… “Ellie! I’ve already asked Griselda if we could use the Training Grounds for our showcase today!” She smiles. “And she said yes!”

“Nice.” You take another sip of coffee. “You have this all planned out then.”

“Yep! Now all we need is the tank! I’ll go get the tank, but Ellie.” She places her hand on your shoulder, looking you in the eye. “I need your body.”

…

“Right. Later.” You turn around.

“No, that’s not what I meant!” She stops you. “I mean- I need you to keep up the advertising!” She quickly drops her bag and pulls out a picket sign.

UNLIMITED TANKERY
UNLIMITED POWER

Very… interesting.

“What do you think? Can you stand by the training grounds and hold this thing up for about a couple of hours while I get the tank together?” asks Winona.

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>1229883
> Polite
As always.

Prepare for Elodie, the awkward saleswoman!

>>1229883
>Polite
if nothing else we are polite as fuck. Lets keep that going.

>>1229883
>> Polite

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>>1229883
> Polite

Sure. I can wave a sign.

Also: what has WinWin posted on her twitter that attracts mostly boys? Quick! To the internet!

>>1229912
Lewds.

>>1229883
> Polite
Woo, GuP time.

> Polite

“Sure. You take your time. I can stand out here as long as you need me to.”

“Great!” Winona gives you a thumbs up. “You’re a standup gal, Ellie! Later!” She hurries off to the workshop to get the tank. Presumably it needs to be loaded, it needs to be fueled, it needs to have its final checks before going off. Nothing can go wrong during this showcase, nothing. Even the weather has to be perfect. You look up, holding the picket sign on your shoulder. The sun’s already mostly up. Not a cloud in the sky. Good, good.

You sigh, standing on the sidewalk. Denise stands next to you happily. “Denise, shouldn’t you go to work?”

“I am at work! My work is at your side,” she says dutifully. Fair enough. You plant your feet and stand strong. Winona should be back soon. A few cars pass by. Come on, Winona.

…

A few girls from General Studies walk up. “Unlimited Tankery? What’s that?” asks one of them.

“Forget that!” says another one of the girls. “That’s Elodie Zumwalt!” You smile nervously at them. “Wow!” You open your mouth to say something but they keep on walking past. “I wonder if she’s going to Unlimited Tankery too!”

“Yeah, but isn’t Unlimited Tankery kind of crazy? I hear it’s crazy.”

“I do too,” says a third girl.

“Huh. Weird.” They keep on walking.

…

Damn it. They completely ignored your sign and just focused on you AND they also dismissed Unlimited Tankery as well.

Damn and blast, this is going to be tougher than you thought!

> “Denise, hold the sign. I’ll go hide.”
> Stay the course. They can’t ALL be distracted by you.
> “Denise, get me a disguise.”
> Other

>>1230033
> Stay the course. They can’t ALL be distracted by you.
If that fails...
> “Denise, get me a disguise.”
I'm sure she has something from her undercover days.

>>1230033
>> “Denise, get me a disguise.”

>>1230045
Seconding

>>1230033
Backing >>1230045

>>1230033
> Stay the course. They can’t ALL be distracted by you.

I fear clever disguises. Dress up on LGA tends towards naughty.

>>1230033
>>1230045
this.

> Stay the course. They can’t ALL be distracted by you.

Right. Forget it. That was just a coincidence. They can’t all be distracted by you. You keep holding the sign up. Another pair of girls come by. “Hey, it’s Elodie Zumwalt! Cool!” They walk on past. “I should get her autograph next time.”

“Why don’t you get it now?”

“She looks busy. Plus I hear she’s really scary if you interrupt her when she’s working.” You- you aren’t working! What- what the fuck is happening!?

Another girl comes by. “Hey, Elodie Zumwalt! Can I get an autograph!” You smile, holding out your hand for a pen. Denise obliges you with a ballpoint. “Cool!” The girl quickly unbuttons her blouse and shows off her cleavage. “Right there!”

…

-

-

You stand there, dazed and confused. “None of this is working,” you say. “Denise, I need a disguise.”

“What kind?” asks Denise.

“Any! Just- something to obfuscate that it’s me! So they’ll pay attention to the sign and not me!” you say. Denise nods, quickly speeding away on her Kettenkrad. You have to endure a few more crowds of people noticing you, asking for autographs, and completely ignoring the sign that you’re holding up. What are you, a circus attraction!? You don’t even get to tell them about Unlimited because they just walk away once you try to explain it to them! Ugh, now you know how Ingrid feels about her stuff with baseball.

Finally, Denise returns. “Here you go!” She holds up a hoodie, some sunglasses, a baseball cap, and… gauze wrap? She unfurls the wrap. “Let’s go!”

Oh jeez.

-

-

“Unlimited?” You nod, now completely disguised and holy fuck you can’t breathe this wrap is crushing your lungs oh fuck. The girls all look at the sign. “Huh. Interesting. Isn’t Unlimited kind of weird though? I hear Christie has a tank that doesn’t even have any guns. It just has amps and speakers for playing loud rock music.”

Denise says, “That’s the beauty of it! Come by later? We’re doing a showcase of LGA’s first Unlimited tank!” The three girls shrug, walking away. “Goodbye!” She looks at you. Oh your chest… “Winona should be around any minute, Ellie. How do you feel?”

> “My boobs feel like they’re going to explode.”
> “Perfectly fine! People are finally paying attention to the sign!”
> “I CAN’T BREATHE.”
> Other

>>1230263
> “I CAN’T BREATHE.”
> Other
>MUST FREE CHEST

>>1230263
> “My boobs feel like they’re going to explode.”
Ooof...not fun.

>>1230263
>> “I CAN’T BREATHE.”
'there must be other kind of disguise i can use, Denise.'

>>1230263
> “Perfectly fine! People are finally paying attention to the sign!”
I just can't breathe, or feel my chest anymore.

>>1230275
This is the better option, switching.

>>1230263

Supporting >>1230275

>>1230263
>“Perfectly fine! People are finally paying attention to the sign!”
We are stronk

>>1230263
> “Perfectly fine! People are finally paying attention to the sign!”

gasp gasp gasp

> “I CAN’T BREATHE.”

>>1230263
>>1230275
This.

>>1230263
>“My boobs feel like they’re going to explode.”

> “Perfectly fine! People are finally paying attention to the sign!”

“Perfectly fine! People are finally paying attention to the sign too! That’s great!” You grin at Denise. “Yeah!”

“That gauze is suffocating you isn’t it.”

“Very!” you say. “But don’t worry, it’s not like I’m dying! I just can’t breathe or feel my chest anymore!” you declare loudly.

“Well I’m sorry.” Denise pouts a bit. “But that bust of yours is very distinct, Ellie.” There are plenty of girls here with larger boobs than you on this ship. Hell, your mom has a bigger rack than you. “It completes the disguise I think.” You hear the loud sound of rock music coming down the street punctuated by a roaring engine.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d2mJUjBE4U0

Winona’s Unlimited tank comes rolling down the road and it stops next to you all. She pops her head out of the turret. “We’re ready to go and…” She blinks. “Where’d Ellie go?” Denise points to you. You pull down the hoodie and sunglasses. “… you’re pulling my leg.” You roll your eyes, then reach beneath your shirt and tear at the gauze. You breathe free, letting your chest heave out. “Ooohh! There you are!”

“Is the tank ready?” you ask, rubbing at your chest.

“Yep!” She rubs her chin, grinning. “We should be ready to go! Our missiles in here are even as well!”

“Do we really want live missiles just for a showcase?” asks Denise.

“Of course! How else will people know it works if we don’t show off the weaponry?” Winona says. She taps her forehead. “Think about it, Denise.” Denise frowns. “Ellie, I got a big favor to ask you.”

And as if on cue, Jeep Jockey and Jack arrive in their jeep. In the back are several bags of groceries from what you guess. “Whoa, nelly! Winona, what the hell is that thing!?” yells Jack.

“Only the best damn tank you ever laid eyes on!” says Winona. The two boys look incredulous. “Right, Ellie?” Winona grins smugly.

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>1230471
>> Boast

> Boast
Stacks is best girl.

>>1230471
>Boast
Gotta look good for JJ

>>1230471
>> Boast

>>1230471
> Boast
Certainly the best thing we've ever made!

Sure it may be the only thing we have ever made buuuut...

>>1230471
> Boast

>>1230471
>> Boast
Don't make us bust that gauze.

> Boast

“Right,” you say. “It’ll be LGA’s first and best Unlimited tank in its upcoming Unlimited program.”

The two boys blink at its presence, obviously feeling a little dwarfed not by its size by its presence. “Well. Um. That’s nice,” says Jack. “Did you girls need any help with the showcase?”

Winona huffs. “Hmph. As if I need help from boys!” The two boys stare at her. “… but yes, I suppose a little manpower won’t hurt. Could you do me a favor and set up a booth? I already have the prepacked stuff in the hangar.”

-

-

With the help of the boys, you and Jack open up the fence gates into the training ground and set up the small booth down beside it on the sidewalk. The tank is set up next to it. “Right. We’ll take visitors and questions for now, then at 4 O’Clock precisely, we’ll start making the rounds!” Winona’s stomach growls a bit. “But right now I’m hungry.”

“I’ll get us something to eat,” says Denise. “Don’t worry.”

“Thanks, Denise, you’re a sweetheart!” Jack pets Denise’s head, to which Denise giggles shyly, hurrying away. He rubs at his arms, a bit exhausted from having to build the booth then move it to the sidewalk. “So what’s this Unlimited stuff, I’m not sure you properly described it to us.”

“Well, it’s like… do you ever modify your planes?” asks Winona.

Jeep Jockey shrugs. “Only when we need to.”

“Well, it’s like that, except… how do I describe this… it’s like Mad Max.”

“Oh.” The two boys nod, now understanding completely.

> Keep holding up the sign, attract more visitors.
> Talk with the boys, see how things are.
> Laze around with Winona in the booth.
> Other

>>1230693
>> Keep holding up the sign, attract more visitors.
>> Talk with the boys, see how things are.
>>Ask Jeep Jocky on how he's doing.

>>1230693

> Keep holding up the sign, attract more visitors.
> Talk with the boys, see how things are.

>>1230693
>>1230708
>> Keep holding up the sign, attract more visitors.
>> Talk with the boys, see how things are.
>>Ask Jeep Jocky on how he's doing.

>>1230693
> Talk with the boys, see how things are.

>>1230693
>> Talk with the boys, see how things are.

>>1230693
> Talk with the boys, see how things are.
Let's get to work on jeep jockey quest. Ask them what was the most crazy awesome thing ever done in skycraft. Then we get JJ to do something even crazier.

>>1230734
This will not end well.

> Keep holding up the sign, attract more visitors.
> Talk with the boys, see how things are.

As you hold up the sign and once again the disguise is put into place (along with that dreadful gauze), you turn your head to the boys as they munch on some apples. “So, how are things in the Skycraft department? Anything cool happening?”

“Nah,” says Jack. “We’re actually packing things up. We plan on leaving in about two or three weeks.” Oh right, it’ll be the start of school soon. They gotta return to land. Sometimes you forget there are people who actually go to school on land. “Still got practice, but for now, it’s practical maneuvering, nothing involving guns.”

“Well, I hope you got all the practice you needed from us,” you mutter.

“Thank you, we did.” Jack snickers a little. “I’m just sorry it ended up in so much bad blood between us.”

“Yeah, well. We have pretty different ideas of martial ability I suppose.”

“That we do.” Jack pats Jeep Jockey’s shoulder, making him flinch. “Though, Jeep Jockey had something to ask you. Jock. Ask her.” You look to him. And you find Jeep Jockey rubbing the back of his neck. “Come on, don’t be shy.”

“He’s not asking me on a date, is he?” you ask. Winona spits out her drink, coughing loudly. Jack and Jeep Jockey as well flinch when you ask that.

“Oh, no, no!” they both say. “I mean- it’s only a date if you consider it like that,” Jeep Jockey says quickly. “I- I was just- I was wondering if you were free tonight to help me clean up Heavenly Body. You know, the Buffalo they’re letting me practice with. You can bring friends if you’d like! More the merrier! Yeah, yeah…” He coughs, thumping his chest clear. “Yeah. And maybe Friday too I guess if you’re free.”

You stare at him. On the one hand… but…

> “Sure. I’m free.”
> “We’ll see.”
> “No thanks.”
> Other

>>1230903
> “Sure. I’m free.”

>>1230903
>> “Sure. I’m free.”

>>1230903
> “Sure. I’m free.”
"You should really work on your charm though if you're going to make a habit of this."

>>1230903
>> “Sure. I’m free.”

>>1230903
>> “Sure. I’m free.”

>>1230903
> “Sure. I’m free.”

My my Jeep Jockey, already asking for a second date before the first one ends?

>>1230903
>“No thanks.”
Can't leave Winona hanging

>>1230903
> “Sure. I’m free.”

why not. he's nice, but a bit of a schmuck

>>1230932
Tonight implies later. After the showcase for Winona.

>>1230947
We should still bring her along. Same with Denise and Mulcahy. Someone needs to glare at him while we help.

>>1231001
...i can get behind this.

> “Sure. I’m free.”

“Sure, I’m free.” You smile a little at him. For a second he appears dumbstuck, then he nods with a big fat smile on his face. “At least, I can make time for it tonight. Not sure about Friday, but tonight, sure.” He nods again.

Winona slides over. “Well, I’m sure we all have time after the showcase… but- look! Denise is here with our lunch!” Denise rides up in her kettenkrad, ready and willing with lunch to spare. “Now, I want to get as many people as I can before we start. So pick up that sign and shout as loud as you can, Ellie! And you boys!” Jack and Jock look up at her. “Just uh… do boy things.”

“I would, but I didn’t bring my glove or a ball,” says Jack. Jockey nods, conceding as well.

“Just… look pretty.” Winona sits at the booth. “Here we go!”

-

-

It’s about 3:45 and the only people who’ve shown up are the tank crews of the team, Griselda, some random General Studies girls, and Miss McPherson. Even Athena, Tess, and Caldwell have come. Winona folds her arms, frowning a little. Most of this is not the crowd she wanted. And honestly, if you were in her position, you’d probably be a bit pissed too. The only probable reason the team is here is because they want to support Winona, but at the same time almost none of them are interested in Unlimited anyway.

Maybe they’ll change their minds, who knows.

Athena holds her thumbs on her belt, quirking her brow. “Not the crowd she wanted I guess.”

“Can’t afford to be picky,” says Jack. “Way I see it, these are just friends being friends.”

“Yeah.” You sigh, rubbing your head. “But…” You walk up to Winona. “Winona.”

She looks over, then grins. “Well, we got a healthy crowd, don’t we? Hehe.” She blinks, then looks past to see a very nice looking car roll up on the curb. Everyone turns around. “Oh, it’s my parents.” She stands up, then places her hand on your shoulder. “Don’t worry, I invited them to see.” She looks to you. “I’m going to talk to them. Can you get the showcase started?”

“Uh, sure.” You nod. Winona walks away. Everyone turns to you now. Oh, they heard. Damn it. Um.

> Get the tank out of the hangar, do some driving or something.
> “So! Who’s interested in doing Unlimited?”
> “Um. Denise! Do something!”
> Other

>>1231090
>Get the tank out of the hangar, do some driving or something.
Get Griselda, Athena, Tess and Caldwell in here too.

>>1231090
> Get the tank out of the hangar, do some driving or something.
Best foot forward and all that.

>>1231090
>> Get the tank out of the hangar, do some driving or something.
Maybe we must consider to make TWO unlimited tanks, then do a mock battle with them.

>>1231090
>> Get the tank out of the hangar, do some driving or something.
>> “So! Who’s interested in doing Unlimited?”

>>1231090
> Get the tank out of the hangar, do some driving or something.

> Get the tank out of the hangar, do some driving or something.

-

-

You enlist your crew along with Griselda, Athena, Tessa, and Caldwell as well to help things. Winona helpfully printed a manual to go with the crew. Problem was there was only one. And Ingrid being the big ready insisted on reading out the instructors. “Right. Josephina. How do you feel in there?”

Josephina looks around. “There’s so much headspace in here!” She looks back. “I can actually put my hand in between my head and the ceiling! C’est bon!”

“… right. First thing’s first. It’s like a standard Panzer IV, but the you have four tracks to manage now,” says Ingrid.

Athena looks inside, riding on the hatch along with everyone else. “Is that why there are six pedals?”

“Oui, I assume so,” says Josephina. “Stack, how are you doing?”

“Man. I could kick my feet up in here,” says Stack as she sits in the now relatively useless loader’s spot.

“Right, Josie. Take us forward.” You pop your head out of the new commander’s hatch, just below the missile racks. Griselda, Athena, Tessa, and Caldwell ride out on the top in front of the missiles. Thankfully, they’re not armed, there is an arming procedure. So you’re not going to accidentally pull a “You’re fired” on one of them. The tank lurches forward, a loud wail coming from the engine like a Tiger II’s own engine.

“Man, the Honeywell doesn’t sound very fine,” says Stack.

“We’re good. Take us for a lap.” The tank goes around for a lap. You can see Winona now explain everything indistinctly to her parents and to the crowd gathered around. A few more people are gathering by the fences too as well. Hopefully they’d have heard of this.

Josie does her bests with the levers and sticks. “Merde! This is like working a boiler!”

The tank slowly curves left.

Suddenly, you get a call over the radio. You pick up the receiver. “Zumwalt. Come in.”

“Ellie! Show off the missiles! I’ll have Jeep Jockey drive you in a target!” The jeep rolls in, towing a cardboard Tiger tank behind it on a wagon. Jeep Jockey releases it, immediately speeding away and letting the target rest in the center of the grounds. “Hit ‘em with the missiles!”

“Gunner!” You yell. The other girls climb off. Athena climbs in, then takes up the missile firing controls. “Fire control! Target that tank!”

…

Athena looks up at you, as does Ingrid. “Hold on.” Ingrid flips through the book. “Uh. To arm missiles, look to the switches below the lights.” Athena nods, looking to them now. “To arm, flip switches upward.” She flips one switch, a light coming on. “To aim, use the wheels.” Just like in a regular Panzer IV. Athena uses the wheels to guide the rack up and down and to the left at the target.

“Fire!” yells Winona.

“Fire, Athena!” She pulls the cord below one switch. A tank torpedo goes flying out of the rack. It spins off and veers way to the left, exploding harmlessly.

> “Fire ALL of them."
> “Fire another one.”
> “Wait, let’s hold until we can figure this out.”
> Other

>>1231324
>> “Fire another one.”

>>1231324
> “Fire ALL of them."
You fire torpedoes in spreads after all.

>>1231324
>> “Fire another one.”

>>1231324
> “Fire ALL of them."

>>1231324
>> “Fire ALL of them."

>>1231324
> “Fire another one.”

And call Winonna and see if she wants us to go full Macross.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

1. MISSILES
2. ALL THE MISSILES

>>1231454
boo to dice god.

> “Fire another one.”

“Fire number two!” Athena arms the number two pod. “Ready aim!” The missile rack adjusts its course slightly. Account for the hilarious inaccuracy of these things and whether or not God is willing to guide it straight. “Fire!” The second torpedo speeds right past the target again.

…

“Just fire all of them!” yells Winona. You nod to Athena. She arms all the remaining pods and fires all the remaining torpedoes. They splash and explode, but only one manages to hit the target. The aim spread is measured in dozens of meters at this point. The crowd whoops and hollers at the explosions happily.

And what’s worse is that you’re only really two-hundred meters away.

-

-

“Thanks for the help, guys.” You drive the tank up to the now dispersing crowd. Winona has set up a list of interested persons who may take Unlimited Tankery in the future: something Griselda requested specifically in order to allow rental of the grounds for today. Winona and her parents watch as the crowd leaves. You all dismount from your tank, then walk on up to the booth. “Winona. How many people?” you ask.

You look at the list.

None.

> - 50 MORALE TO WINONA

Winona leans back in her seat, a slight frown on her face. “Nobody yet.” Oh. Oh, Winona.

Griselda says, “For what it’s worth, Winona. It’s an amazing proof of concept. I’d be willing to help finance an Unlimited team.”

“Yeah,” says Jack. “We can help you advertise too. We do skywriting on the side.”

Mister Griffiths places his hand on Winona’s shoulder. “It’s alright, babe. You did your best. Without our help either. Shame on them, Winona. They don’t know what they’re missing. You really did your best here.”

“Did I really?” she asks.

> “Yes.”
> “No. We can always do better.”
> Other

>>1231480
>> “No. We can always do better.”
"We need to think bigger now. Its clear the torpedoes are not enough, we should think something else. Like more missiles"

>>1231480
> “Yes.”
"You put your all into it, and even if today was a bit of a non-starter, it's good practice to know what not to do next time. Another showcase or two like this one once school starts and more General Studies students are around might draw more attention. Don't give up just yet."

>>1231480
> “Yes, but we can always strive to be better."

Failing that,
>>1231497
Adding these extra bits could do wonders.

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>>1231480
This >>1231497

And put on best smile at maximum cute for Winona

>>1231480
>>1231480
>> “Yes.”

> “Yes.”

You nod. “Yeah. You put your all into it, Winona. Even if today is a bit of a non-starter. It’s good practice to know what not to do next time. Couple more showcases when school starts and when people are around, you’ll get the attention. Don’t give up. Come on.” You smile at her.

“Yeah.” Stack places a hand on Winona’s shoulder. “Don’t give in just yet.” Winona looks at all of you, then sighs. She’s obviously taking this kind of hard. You don’t blame anybody for being honest about not wanting to do Unlimited. Unlimited is a strange sport to you, to almost everyone who isn’t a fan of it. But looking at how crushed Winona is when people won’t open their minds to it, it kind of does break your heart.

“Excuse me.” A little girl, no older than ten, walks up to the booth. You all part the crowd, looking to her. She points to the list. “Can I sign my name?”

Winona blinks, looking at her curiously. “Um. How old are you?”

“Nine,” she says. “My name is Eugina Stoner.” She smiles happily, brushing back her ponytail. “I want to be part of the LGA Unlimited team.” What.

Winona cocks her head. “Um. Eugina. You have to be a high schooler to be part of any team here on LGA. Not just that, even if we get an Unlimited team, I’d have probably graduated by the team you’re a freshman. Who knows if we can keep the team by then.”

Eugina nods. “I want to do Unlimited though, here on LGA. It looks cool!” She smiles. “Can’t we make it happen?” She takes the pen from Denise, then signs her name on the list. “I hope you can make it happen, Winona!” All of you stare in shock as Eugina goes to rejoin her mother across the street. And with that, she’s gone as quickly as she came.

“She’s pinning a lot of hopes on the Unlimited team being around when Winona graduates,” says Stack. Winona stands up out of her chair.

“She’s right to.” Winona thumps her chest. “Daddy. Mom. Everybody! I’ll get the Unlimited team started if it kills me! As long as there’s someone who wants to do Unlimited here on LGA, then I’ll make that dream possible! And I’ll make it the best damn Unlimited team this side of the Atlantic! You’ll see!” You grin. She stands up onto the booth. “YOU HEAR ME, PEOPLE OF LGA! WE ARE GETTING AN UNLIMITED TEAM! WOOOOOO!” You all stand there awkwardly as Winona drops off the seat, then shakes hands everybody. “Thank you, thank you!” She comes up to you, then immediately hugs you tight. She grabs Athena as well, pulling her into the hug. “And thank you two! I don’t know what I’d have done without you! I love you guys!”

[1/2]

>>1231679
[2/2]

> LOYALTY QUEST COMPLETE: The Happy Brainwave
> Winona has successfully done something without the clandestine help of her parents, and has inspired someone to do Unlimited Tankery in the future. For her, that’s enough. In return, Winona can now target the weakpoints of a tank, stunning them no matter their armor thickness or distance.

> CRITICAL STRIKE: Upon Ingrid’s loyalty being unlocked, Winona and Ingrid will be able to coordinate to completely eliminate a single target regardless of armor, size, or distance at the cost of – 50 CP.

> WINONA’S MORALE OVERCHARGED TO 200%

Winona kisses your cheek. “Oh, Ellie! What would I do without you!? One person is all I needed! Just one person can make all the difference, I tell ya!”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>1231480
>> “No. We can always do better.”

>>1231684
>> Polite

>>1231684
>> Polite

>>1231684
> Polite
That COOP manouevre's one hell of a silver bullet.

>>1231684
> Polite
"Knew you could do it."

Oh bby that skill looks great.

Though I still kind of want to do Josiphina first. She deserves some spotlight.

>>1231684
>> Polite

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>>1231684
> Polite

Tiny and cute has massive power

> Polite

“It’s alright, Winona.” You gently push her away, smiling. “I’m glad to have helped you out. I’m sure Athena is too.”

“Yeah,” says Athena. “I think we did good, don’t you think, Ellie?” You nod at that. “We all did good.”

Mister Griffiths smiles. “Then how about some dinner to celebrate!? I’ll have my cooks come round and make us a nice meal! Come on!” Everyone cheers and moves off to the Tank Hangar.

-

-

Dinner was a pretty quick affair. At least for you. Mister and Misses Griffiths were busy embarrassing Winona over baby pictures and funny stories of Winona in her youth. You were actually picking up your jacket and your bag in the middle of it. “Ellie?” Winona looks up, placing her plate to the side. Josephina, Ingrid, and Stack as well look confused as you stand up. “Where are you going?”

You motion to Jeep Jockey and Jack waiting in the jeep outside. “I gotta go help Jeep Jockey clean his plane.” They all smirk smugly. “… what.”

“Ohohoho.” Stack leans closer to Josephina. “Ellie’s going on a bonafide date.” Ugh. You knew this was coming.

“Hope he’s gentle, Ellie,” says Ingrid.

> “Listen here you little shits. It’s not a date.”
> Leave. You’re not gonna take this. No sir.
> “Congrats. You just enlisted yourselves. Get up and come with me.”
> Other

>>1231875
> Leave. You’re not gonna take this. No sir.

>>1231875
>> Leave. You’re not gonna take this. No sir.

>>1231875
> “Congrats. You just enlisted yourselves. Get up and come with me.”

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>>1231875
> Leave. You’re not gonna take this. No sir.

Do not dignify this with a response.

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>>1231875
>> “Listen here you little shits. It’s not a date.”

>>1231875
> Leave. You’re not gonna take this. No sir.
Don't tip your hand. Don't tip your hand. Don't tip your hand...

>>1231875
>> Leave. You’re not gonna take this. No sir.

> Leave. You’re not gonna take this. No sir.

You huff, turning your nose up and walking away from there. “See you when you come back in the morning, Ellie!” says Stack. Ugh… You shudder. Your crew knows how to push your buttons. At least it’s not personal, especially because you can definitely get them back later. Damn girls. You look to see Mulcahy and Denise sitting on the Kettenkrad, ready to follow you there.

You sit down on the jeep passenger seat next to Jeep Jockey. “Right, let’s go then,” he says.

-

-

The hangar containing the dusty old F2A Buffalos was lit up now in full. You, Jack, Jeep Jockey, Denise, and Mulcahy stood there in awe of the old planes. “Right,” says Jeep Jockey. “We’re just going to give Heavenly Body over there a good washdown. Then I can drive you home, alright?” You nod.

Jack nods, stepping out the door. “Welp, I’ll just leave you all alone to do things. Denise, Mulcahy. How about I show you two around the planes we got outside?”

Denise blinks, then glares at Jeep Jockey. She starts following Jack out the door, before making a “I’m watching you” gesture as she leaves. Mulcahy does the same. And with that, the two of you are now alone in the hangar. With a large tank of water, some hoses, soap, sponges, and rags, you’ve got your work cut out for you. You take off your jacket and slip out of your pantyhose while Jeep Jockey rolls up his sleeves.

“Where do we start?” you ask.

“We’ll start from the engine block, work our way to the tail,” says Jeep Jockey. “We’ll do the interior as well. Shouldn’t take no more than half an hour. Buffalo’s not like a million pieces to work with. She’s a real beauty.” You nod. You take a hose and start spraying the plane while Jeep Jockey gets the sponges.

“Can I ask you a question?” He looks over as he starts lathering the plane up in soap. “Why is this plane called Heavenly Body?”

“We like to give our planes names like that. We like to think of them as girls,” he says. Right, right. Though, Heavenly Body is kind of… on the nose. “You ever get to fly a plane like this, Ellie?” he asks.

You blink. “Huh?”

“You ever try out for Skycraft?” he asks.

“Of course not,” you say. “I’m more of a tanker. Why?”

“Well, just asking.” He shrugs, going back to scrubbing the plane.

> “If you want, you can show me how to fly it.”
> “How does a plane get a name like Heavenly Body?”
> “They let you fly yet?”
> Other

>>1232016
>“They let you fly yet?”

>>1232016
>> “If you want, you can show me how to fly it.”

>>1232016
> “If you want, you can show me how to fly it.”

>>1232016
> “They let you fly yet?

Also, family tradition is part of Senshado for us

>>1232016
> “If you want, you can show me how to fly it.”

>>1232016
> “If you want, you can show me how to fly it.”
It's not really our sport, but a hobby never hurt anyone. Except flying planes, people crash those all the time.

>>1232016
> “If you want, you can show me how to fly it.”

> “If you want, you can show me how to fly it.”

You shrug. “Well, if you want. You can show me how to fly it.” He turns around, surprised. “I don’t mind. I’d like to keep things open. I mean, my parents are more tankery fans, my mom used to do Tankery in fact. But I don’t think they’ll mind if I try new things. We’ll try it after we clean the plane, alright?”

He pauses for a second, then grins. “Yeah. Yeah!” He nods. “Sure!” You smile back a little. Already excited.

-

-

After cleaning the plane off completely, you walk up to a neat little interior of the plane. Jeep Jockey settles down inside the cockpit. “Right, go ahead and sit on my lap.” You blink. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” You sigh, then pull yourself in. It’s a very tight squeeze, but overall, you find some room. You rest back against his chest. “Right. So.” He points to the stick in between his and or legs. “That’s the stick. You control the surfaces with that. Go ahead and take it.”

“Right.” You take the stick, pulling it back towards you. You look to the wings, and see the ailerons respond to it. “Hey, the aileron’s work!”

“Yeah!” Jeep Jockey grins. “Spent all of last night trying to get them working.” You wiggle the stick a little more, seeing the flaps respond to it. “And that little thing there by your thigh, that’s the throttle. Push up for power, down for less power.”

“Huh. Pretty simple.” You smile a bit. “Not bad.”

“Yeah. Buffalo’s a dream to work with,” he says quietly. “Can’t wait to fly it. If I fly it.” He shrugs at that.

“You will, some day,” you say.

“Mhm.” He sighs. “Um. E-… Ellie, listen, I wanted to thank you for helping me work with this tonight. It’s nice to have a friend to-“

Denise whistles. “Hey!” You look to see Denise and Mulcahy standing at the door. You’re immediately lifted up out of the seat by Jeep Jockey and oh sweet fucking god he’s actually picked you up. Whoa. Your legs are dangling. Jesus Christ. He’s picked you up.

“We weren’t doing anything, promise!” he says.

Denise squints at you. “… really. She looks at you. “Ellie.” You blink, looking down at the ground as he continues to hold you. “Ellie. Your face has gone red. Are you okay?”

> “Put me the fuck down.”
> “Yeah. Yeah. I’m okay.”
> Remain quiet.
> Other

>>1232219
>> Remain quiet.

>>1232219
> “Yeah. Yeah. I’m okay.”
Adorable.

>>1232219
>“Put me the fuck down.”
He dimmadone goof'd.

>>1232219
> “Yeah. Yeah. I’m okay.”

>>1232219
> “Yeah. Yeah. I’m okay.”
El has thought about wanting to be picked up in the past.

>>1232219
>“Yeah. Yeah. I’m okay.”

> “Yeah. Yeah. I’m okay.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m alright.” Jeep Jockey very carefully steps down onto the wing, then carries you over to Denise. He places you down. For a second, you almost consider actually asking him to pick you back up again, but nope. Nope. Do not embarrass yourself for your whimsies. Just because he can pick you up so gracefully and so… effortlessly doesn’t excuse the fact that Jeep Jockey is more or less a schmuck. A very apparently strong schmuck but anyone needs to be strong if they drive stick. “Thank you, Jeep Jockey.” Stop beating so fast, heart.

“Yeah, yeah…” He rubs the back of his neck, a light blush on his face. “Um. Plane’s clean, so you can go ahead on home, Ellie. You girls gonna drive her back?”

Denise huffs. “We will!” She glances at you, and sees the blush still evident on your face. “In fact, I shall carry Elodie back home!” What. She grabs your legs, then fits her arm behind your back, then hoists you up. “Ha!”

…

“Right, good night, Jeep Jockey!” She stumbles a bit, her size not offering a lot of balance. She is some inches shorter. And her tits are digging into your side too. “Come on, Mulcahy!” The two of them lead you out of the hangar.

“Good night, girls!” he says.

“G-… good night,” you say simply.

“Hmph!” Denise grumbles as Mulcahy drives the Kettenkrad on the street beside you all. “I’m glad I caught you when I did! I won’t have you be doing lewd things, that’ll soil your reputation!” Denise adjust her grip on you for a second. “Hmph!” She looks at you. “Ellie, are you okay?”

“Huh?” You look at her. “What?”

“You seem dazed? He didn’t do anything, did he?” she asks.

“N- No. Of course not.” You shake your head. You twiddle your fingers a bit.

This was not how you envisioned your night going.

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>>1232374
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>>1232378
Adorable. Good thread GS!

>>1232374
>She grabs your legs, then fits her arm behind your back, then hoists you up
And there it is. The princess carry. What did Elodie say about this?

>>1232396
She's too shocked by the revelation that Jeep Jockey can pick her up comfortably to have any thoughts.

It's always been a dream of hers to be princess carried down the aisle of her wedding though.

>>1232378
D'aww. Thanks for running Schteel, catchya for tomorrow's thread.

>>1232378
Thanks for running.

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>>1232378
Thanks for running boss
>>1232401
hmmm

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>>1232456

I doubt your still here but just to double-check, every single hit on target is now at least a stun, no CP involved?

>>1232584
Nope, unless I'm mistaken it just means we can use her Loyalty ability that was previously only available when her morale was overcharged. It should still cost - 10 CP per usage.