>>2782573
> Wake the crew for breakfast.

>>2782573
>Wake the crew for breakfast.

> Wake the crew for breakfast.

You grab a spray bottle next to Cuddles’ terrarium and spray Winona in the face. “AH!” she yelps, almost falling out of her bunk as she flails from the sudden splash of water. Stack and Ingrid, squirming in their sheets while Josephina continues to sleep peacefully. “Ellie! I was having a really nice dream!” She sits up, pouting at you from under her sheets. “You were there and Jock was there and we were doing things!”

You squint. “What kind of things?”

“Aaagh!” Stack throws her arms up then rises like Frankenstein off the laboratory table. “There better be breakfast in it for me!” You respond by handing her a plate of sunny side up eggs and bacon. “Marvelous!” She digs in, immediately filling her cheeks with food.

“You guys do realize it’s our last day before our first match of the postseason right?” you ask.

Ingrid says, “Yeah. But do we have to get up early for it?”

“As long as you have slumber parties in my room, yes.”

Ingrid sighs, rolling onto her stomach, pressing her face against her pillow. “Note to self: never have parties at Ellie’s place.” You roll your eyes, placing a plate beside her. “Thank you.”

Winona nods as you hand her a plate too. “Mmm. So what are we doing today then?”

> “I figured we’d relax. It is the last day after all.”
> “Get breakfast in then we head to the Hangar. I want my tank spic and span before we move out.”
> “What do you guys want to do? We can do whatever.”
> Other

>>2782709
>“What do you guys want to do? We can do whatever.”

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>>2782709
>> “What do you guys want to do? We can do whatever.”

Also we gotta keep an eye on Winnona

>>2782709
>> “What do you guys want to do? We can do whatever.”

> “What do you guys want to do? We can do whatever.”

“What do you guys want to do?” Everyone looks at you when you say that, now thoughtful. “I mean, we can do whatever.”

“I got an idea,” says Ingrid. She sits up, rubbing at her eyes as she grabs her glasses. “If you’re up for it.” Oh? You all look at her now, curious.

…

…

Wham goes the ball straight into the netting behind the pitching machine. Stack grins as she wiggles the bat like a cat wiggles her tail. “HA! THAT’S ANOTHER HOME RUN!” she yells. The pitching machine slings another ball her way. Stack slugs this one past the machine. “AND SHE KNOCKS IT OUT OF THE BALL PARK! HOME RUN! WOOOO!”

Ingrid’s idea of fun was to visit the batting cages. Truth be told, you weren’t going to protest. Ingrid claps happily for Stack while Winona and Josephina fumble with their equipment. Ingrid shouts to Stack. “Do the thing, do the thing!” Stack whacks another home run, then aims her bat like a rifle and mocks a shot out into the air. “Yeah! Wooohoo!” Stack flips the bat, marching off nonchalantly.

Winona walks into the cage. “So, you just hit the ball, right?” You nod, and watch as she inserts her token into the machine. Good for fifteen balls. “Say, how fast are the balls going to come?”

Ingrid and Stack look up at the sign above the cage where it says “80 mph”. Stack says, “Pretty fast.”

Winona blinks, grinning. “Well, okay! I’ll do my-“ A ball immediately flies past her. “NOPE.” She immediately walks out and hands the bat to you. “Here, Ellie! You take it!”

> “Fine. It can’t be that bad, right?”
> “Winona, if you give up now, they’ll never let you live it down.”
> “No thanks. Get in there someone else.”
> Other

>>2782978
>“Winona, if you give up now, they’ll never let you live it down.”

>>2782978
>“Winona, if you give up now, they’ll never let you live it down.”

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>>2782978
>> “Winona, if you give up now, they’ll never let you live it down.”

> “Winona, if you give up now, they’ll never let you live it down.”

“Winona, if you give up now, they’ll never let you live it down.”

Winona stands there for a second, then looks at Ingrid and Stack. They grin, giggling to each other. You suppose Stack and Ingrid have actually managed to connect on this one thing: Stack with her love of bashing things and doing things requiring strength and Ingrid for her love of baseball. But it of course means it comes at the expense of Winona.

Winona doesn’t seem to want that to stand. “Hmph! I can take a few baseballs!” She goes back into the cage and readies herself. “Come at me, ball!” The pitching machine fires a ball. “AAAHH!” Winona winds up and…

Gently bunts the ball into play. “Ha! I hit it!” Winona immediately walks out. “Okay, there you go, Josephina!” She hands the bat to Josephina and immediately runs over to the snack bar. “Give me as much ice cream as twenty dollars will give me now!” She slams down a twenty dollar bill on the counter. And the girl at the counter simply shrugs and starts squirting soft-serve into a cup for her.

Well, at least she tried. “Okay, Josephina, you get Winona’s turn then.” Josephina steps into the cage. “Remember, just swing! And commit!” says Ingrid. “Don’t stop up after you hit it! Follow through!” She makes a batting motion, swinging a phantom bat. “It’s all about the follow through!”

Josephina nods. “Oui!” A ball is fired out. And Josephina swings and misses entirely.

Stack says, “I think it might be too low.” That was basically at Josephina’s knees actually.

> Join Winona in gorging on ice cream.
> Take a shot at the cage when it’s your turn.
> Talk with Stack and Ingrid while Josephina bats.
> Other

>>2783177
>Talk with Stack and Ingrid while Josephina bats.

>>2783177
>> Talk with Stack and Ingrid while Josephina bats.

>>2783177
>Talk with Stack and Ingrid while Josephina bats.

>>2783177
>> Talk with Stack and Ingrid while Josephina bats.

> Talk with Stack and Ingrid while Josephina bats.

“I never figured you to be a fan of baseball, Stack,” you say.

Stack shrugs. “It’s an okay game.” Ingrid rolls her eyes. “I’m mostly in it for the whacking and bashing myself. Plus, I guess the throwing is cool too.”

“I’ve converted her,” says Ingrid. Stack huffs, folding her arms. “Trust me, baseball is a sport that rewards being flexible in everything. It’s not like football where all you have to be is either fast or be a massive wall of meat.” She snaps her fingers, smirking. “And the way I see it, Stack could probably stand a decent chance at breaking out into women’s baseball if she ever developed control of her fastball.”

“I’ll develop control of my fastball into your face if ya don’t shut up,” says Stack. “Y’all are being rude. I like baseball because it looks fun, I don’t wanna make it any hobby of mine. Tankery is my real love. And I’m surrounded by boys everytime I take part, and they’re called Comet, Cromwell, Sherman, Panzer IV, and etcetera.” She points her thumb back at you. “Not like Ellie here who has a real physical boyfriend.”

“Ugh.” You roll your eyes.

Ingrid asks you, “You know, Ellie, I’ve been meaning to ask. Were you planning on taking Tankery after this year?” Why wouldn’t you? Stack is definitely going to. Ingrid… might. Winona wants to start her Unlimited program too which means she might not be able to be your gunner but… Josephina could too as well.

You simply shrug. You have no real response. “She probably will,” says Stack. “She loves the tank more than she loves her boy, trust me. Give me steel instead of some scrawny boy any day.”

Ingrid coughs. “Or a girl.”

“Now listen here ya little shit, just because I think boys are icky don’t mean nothing about my sexuality!” says Stack.

“You know that’s a double negative, right?” says Ingrid.

“I’ll double negative you into absolute zero!”

Ingrid tilts her head. “Ellie. You okay in there?” She gently taps your batting helmet resting on your head. “You look distracted.”

> “Just thinking about the tournament.”
> “Just thinking about next year.”
> “Just thinking about Jock. Wait. No I’m not.”
> Other

>>2783417
> “Just thinking about Jock. Wait. No I’m not.”

>>2783417
>> “Just thinking about Jock. Wait. No I’m not.”

>>2783417
>> “Just thinking about Jock. Wait. No I’m not.”

Not about Jock cock.

>>2783417
>> “Just thinking about the tournament.”

> “Just thinking about Jock. Wait. No I’m not.”

“Just thinking about Jock.” Stack and Ingrid stare at you. Even Josephina makes a double take as she lets a ball go past. “Wait. I mean-“

“Too late.” Stack leans against the batting cage’s fence. “Go on. Tell us.”

“Tell you what?” you ask.

“What makes him so special?” asks Stack. “Is it his eyes? His arms? His ability to pick you up?”

Ingrid grins smugly. “Is his dick huge?” You pinch Ingrid’s arm. “Ow! Bitch!” Ingrid flinches, yelping a little in pain. “I was kidding!”

“Guys, serious.” You look to them sternly. “He’s my boyfriend. I don’t like making jokes about it.” Truth be told, you didn’t realize how embarrassing it’d be to even have a boyfriend in the first place. You’re lucky you’re not being assaulted by Elyse right now as she tries to figure out what makes Jock so special. Honestly, Jock isn’t that special of a boy anyway. He’s average. He’s prone to panic. He’s not incredibly handsome but he’s not like Rocky Dennis ugly. He’s just some boy.

Stack frowns a little. “Serious, Ellie. Is he a good guy?”

You blink. “… Yeah.” The sweetest. “He is.” And when push comes to shove, he’s really determined. And he’s strong. Oh, you’re starting to blush just thinking about it now.

Ingrid says, “That’s good enough for us. Way I see it anyway, if you can trust him Ellie, we can trust him too. I mean, the way he flies up there, he probably breathes air that’s too thin.”

“Yeah, scrambles his brain probably,” says Stack. “Did he see he’d come see us for our tournament?”

“Probably not the first match, but he’ll be watching,” you say. “I said I’d come see his tournaments too when that came around.” You look at Stack and Ingrid, who immediately glance away. “I’m not going to force you two to come. It’s not like either of you know a Spitfire from a Hurricane.”

“Neither do you!” says Stack. “I bet you can’t even tell the difference between a Dauntless and a Wildcat!”

“Can you?” you say back.

“… well no. But you can’t! So ha!” Stack folds her arms, smirking.

You receive a text on your phone just then. It’s from Griselda.

> GrisGris: Need you and Iris at the Briefing room later today. Just got the map from NATO. Gonna do some strategizing before the match. Call if you got questions.

> Head to the hangar now, may as well.
> Keep hanging around. She doesn’t need you immediately.
> Call Griselda up. See what she knows.
> Other

>>2783645
>Keep hanging around. She doesn’t need you immediately.

>>2783645
>> Keep hanging around. She doesn’t need you immediately.

>>2783645
>> Keep hanging around. She doesn’t need you immediately.

> Keep hanging around. She doesn’t need you immediately.

You decide to keep hanging around. She doesn’t need you immediately after all. And right now you want some quality time with the girls.

Finally, Josephina runs out all the balls on her turn. “Well, that’s it! Your turn, Elodie!”

Alright then. You exchange the bat with Josephina then insert your own token into the machine. Right. You swing the bat lazily to test the weight. It’s one of those aluminum metal bats, so it’s actually quite heavy. But once you get a feel for the weight, that’s when you feel you’re ready. You square up and raise the bat. Alright, time to-

The ball flies past with a mean hiss. You didn’t even see it except for a white blur going past. Huh.

Okay then. A little harder than you thought.

The next ball. You swing. You only manage to ding it. It goes sailing straight into the fence behind you. The next ball. Oh, that came faster than you thought! You didn’t even get a chance to swing! “Come on, Ellie! It’s not that hard!” says Stack. Hahaha. Ahaha. Please. You square up again. This time the next ball comes in.

You swing. It goes bouncing into the floor. Must’ve hit the top of it. “There you go!” says Ingrid. That was amazing! Went off with a ping!

But WOW your hands hurt! It’s like holding a bell in your hands, what is this!?

Winona comes over, ice cream all over her face. “Wooo! Ellie! Get them!”

Stack grins, gripping the fence behind you. “Ellie, if you hit a home run, I’ll wear the frilliest, girliest, frumpiest thing ever! Hehehe!” She says that clearly confident that you won’t hit a home run.

The next ball flies and you smash it straight past the machine. Stack stops laughing.

> Hit a home run. You’re going to pick out the goofiest fucking thing ever.
> Eh. You don’t feel like it. Just phone it in.
> Other

>>2783919
>> Hit a home run. You’re going to pick out the goofiest fucking thing ever.

>>2783919
>Hit a home run. You’re going to pick out the goofiest fucking thing ever.

>>2783919
>> Hit a home run. You’re going to pick out the goofiest fucking thing ever.

Bunnysuit Meido?

> Hit a home run. You’re going to pick out the goofiest fucking thing ever.

The next ball comes sailing out towards you. You smash it up and away. The ball slams into the netting behind the machine, right in the home run zone. Your hands are numb from the vibration of the bat, but damn did you pick that up real quick. You look back and give the smuggest shit-eating grin you can give them. Ingrid can do nothing clap. Josephina claps as well, more genuinely excited by what you’ve done. Stack however looks as if she just saw her hopes and dreams murdered right in front of her.

You step out of the batting cage and take off your helmet. “Um. Ellie.” Stack twiddles her fingers, giggling. “Ehehe. You know I was just kidding, right? I mean…” She slowly tilts her head to the side, smiling. “You get into the moment and-“

“Stack. What kind of girl would you be if you were to go back on your word?” you say.

“Mmmmm…” Stack looks down, clearly conflicted. She clearly does not want to wear goofy things but she clearly does not want to just give up either.

“Now, I have endured a lot of teasing for having a boyfriend and everything,” you say. “I think you can endure getting some teasing for wearing the goofiest, prettiest, girliest, bestest, most Barbie girl looking thing I can find you. Sound fair?” Stack pouts furiously at you. “I’ll take your silence as a yes.”

Winona giggles, sliding in next to you. “Heehee, I think I know a good store that sells those kinds of dresses.”

Stack can really only say one thing as the two of you giggle madly. “I don’t like being bullied.”

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>>2784252
That's it for this weekend. We should be back for more tomorrow same time, same place, same channel. Hope you all enjoyed.

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See you next time.

>>2784252
>Stack can really only say one thing as the two of you giggle madly. “I don’t like being bullied.”
Then don't bet something you don't want to lose/do.

>>2784264
Good stuff boss.
Any word on that lewdfic?

>>2784282
It's currently around 2k words and counting.

>>2784293
Fug. Take your time. ETA?

>>2784351
Maybe next weekend-ish.

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>>2784381

You picked out something really nice for Stack at the clothes store. Winona had made a few friends here who were into cosplay and thus had plenty of embarrassing things to wear that they loved. But for someone like Stack? It was like your Aunt’s bunny pajamas. Winona and Ingrid changed out Stack in a changing room for a little bit before finally the door flew open. “BEHOLD!” proclaims Winona. “Samantha Roberts!”

Standing in the dressing room with her arms glued to her sides was Stack. She wore the goofiest, frilliest, poofiest, funkiest looking dress. On her legs were white thigh highs with ribbons going up the sides and on her feet were black loafers. Her arms were covered by gloves going up to her elbows, and her shoulder sleeves were big and poofy like pillows. Not content to stop there, Winona had also done Stack’s hair up in a ponytail done up by a huge pink ribbon with a white alice band to compliment the top of her head.

Josephina politely tried to hold her laughter in. Winona and Ingrid simply slinked back and kept their distance as they shook and shuddered with amusement. You fold your arms, exhaling. You did not think it would be that bad but good Christ what have you done.

Stack stares at you. “So how do I look?” she says, the tone of voice indicating she’s going to kill you if you say the wrong thing.

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>2786065
>Boast

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>boast

"You look cute"

>>2786065
>Boast

You look one plastic wand and a talking cat short of magical girl perfection.

>>2786065
> Boast
Kawaii

>>2786065
>Boast

> Boast

“Like a million bucks.” You walk on over and gently ruffle her hair. Winona slaps your hand away.

“Hey, I spent like ten minutes getting her hair together, don’t ruin it!” says Winona. Oh jeez. She’s way more into it than you are. “Wait!” She gasps, then reaches into her pocket and pulls out a set of cat ears. “Just to complete it!” She places them square on Stack’s head. The already perfect girl just got more perfect. Stack however looks like she’s about to turn into an absolute monster. “Ooohohoho, she’s perfect!”

“Winona~!” Winona’s friend comes into the picture, wearing the shop’s plain uniform of simple slacks and a dark green polo. “Are you done with that? Would you like to purchase it? It’s a little too small for me but it’s perfect for her!” Winona and her friend happily show off their busts to an incredibly not-busty Stack. “Ohoho, she’s so cute!”

Winona grins, laughing. “Ohoho!”

“Ohoho!”

“Ohoho!”

Stack glares at you. “Can we please leave?”

> “Sure.”
> “Ohoho!”
> “If it makes you feel any better, pick something out for me too.”
> Other

>>2786143
> “Sure.”

>>2786143
>“If it makes you feel any better, pick something out for me too.”

Go Team: Frilly!

Maybe we can wear it for JJ

>>2786143
>“If it makes you feel any better, pick something out for me too.”

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>>2786143
> “Ohoho!”
>> “If it makes you feel any better, pick something out for me too.”

>>2786156
This too

> “Ohoho!”
> “If it makes you feel any better, pick something out for me too.”

> “If it makes you feel any better, pick something out for me too.”

You sigh. “Stack. If it makes you feel any better, pick something out for me too-“

Stack turns to Winona’s friend. “Hey, cowtits.”

Winona’s friend gasps, then grins. “Thank you! You know, I actually used to be your size in middle school so-“

She points to you. “She has a boyfriend.” Winona’s friend’s eyes light up like candles. Oh shit. “Make her wear something he’ll like.”

“I have just the thing…” She grabs your hands and pulls you into the dressing room.

…

…

You’ve made a huge mistake.

Everyone gawks and giggles at you as you step out of the dressing room, now fully clad in the absolute shortest skirted, breast emphasizing, and most embarrassing maid costume. Your legs were done up in white thigh highs with garters and your feet in black loafers, but this skirt… way too short for your tastes, you can feel a definite breeze. Not to mention this tiny little apron you wear around your waist was only there to emphasize your hips and make your breasts beneath this white blouse seem even bigger.

Winona grins, holding up a cat tail and ears. “Eh? Eh?”

“No.” You say it with the full force of a thousand suns. Winona glances away, twiddling her fingers amusedly.

This was peak embarrassment. You can’t even describe what was going on in your head and IS SHE TAKING PICTURES!? STACK! “What? Jock might like it!” says Stack.

Winona’s friend wraps her arm around you. “It’s okay, I have a boyfriend too. Not many people know how amazing it is to have someone who loves you for you romantically and understands you on a personal level.” Oh. She whispers into your ear. “They’re all plebians. They don’t know what it’s like.” Oh. Finally, someone who actually understands. “Plus, he loves it when I cosplay. Maybe yours will too! I’ll give you this and another outfit for free! And you’re always free to come by and chat with someone who has actual experience.”

“Thanks, I guess,” you say. “I’ll pass on the costume though. Maybe Winona would like one.”

“Oh, that’s fine, Winona comes here every day anyway!” she says. What. “She’s already picked something out for you too!”

You turn around and see Winona holding up something made for Magical Girls. So… poofy. So revealing too! What the hell!? “What? I like it when you show off.”

Ingrid smirks, giggling with Josephina while you seethe. Stack nudges you. “We’re even.” Yes. Very.

[1/2]

>>2786323
[2/2]

Winona however laughs her butt off. “Ellie, she’s right you know! I think Jock would love the maid outfit! You can wear it while you clean his plane! We can find him something too for when he comes to clean your tank too!”

“Oooh!” Winona’s friend gasps. “Is he my boyfriend’s size? I bet I can make him something exquisite! Ohoho!” The two of them laugh. There is no way Jock would like something so slutty. Right?

…

…

You carry the costume in a bag while you and the crew head to the hangar. Only one way to find out. Good thing it was free too, there is no way you’d spend hard earned money on such a thing. You and Stack have changed back into your regular clothes thankfully.

Winona nudges you again, smirking. “Come on, Ellie. Just one picture for Jock.”

> “No. It’s a surprise.”
> “One picture. Later.”
> “I’m sorry, I didn’t see YOU wear anything embarrassing in there.”
> Other

>>2786326
>“I’m sorry, I didn’t see YOU wear anything embarrassing in there.

Is this the new team tradition? Goofy outfits?

>>2786326
> “One picture. Later.”

>>2786326
>“I’m sorry, I didn’t see YOU wear anything embarrassing in there.”

>>2786326
> “I’m sorry, I didn’t see YOU wear anything embarrassing in there.”

>>2786326
>> “No. It’s a surprise.”

> “I’m sorry, I didn’t see YOU wear anything embarrassing in there.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t see YOU wear anything embarrassing in there, Winona.”

Ingrid says, “It’s useless, Ellie. Winona has no shame when it comes to what she wears. She’d wear a bikini to class and claim that she has swim class later.”

“It’s just more practical to wear your swimsuit the entire day when you know you’re going to be swimming,” Winona mutters. “I mean, I’d wear my uniform over it obviously but come on!” You roll your eyes. Ingrid raises a good point. Winona has never been one to shy away from showing off the goods. She’d probably be excited to wear something like what you were holding in your bag right now.

Honestly, you kind of wish you could just switch places with her for like ten minutes just to see how she thinks and how she operates in her head. How does someone with such good gunning skills and such good engineering sense be so… eccentric?

Regardless, it’s a mystery. You arrive at the hangar in good time and see Iris and Griselda talking with each other. “… and most importantly, I want everyone at the airport by seven o’clock today. And they need to hydrate too. It’s going to be pretty hot where we’re going. We have an itinerary to follow and by God I do not want us to dawdle.” Griselda looks over at you. “Ellie. Good to see you.” She smiles at your crew. “Girls, good to see y’all as well. Sorry, you mind if they wait while we plan our strategy?”

“We don’t mind,” says Stack.

“Good, good,” says Griselda. “Come on.” You follow Iris and Griselda to the briefing room. “Rumor is that Camp Gagetown just recruited more girls. They’re green, but that means they’re going to flood the field. We might face the whole thirty tanks.”

Iris says, “However, inexperienced crewmembers tend to be erratic. I would advise caution regardless of their so-called ‘inexperience’.”

“Right,” says Griselda. She looks back at you. “Our big obstacle as you know is going to be Meryl. I don’t really expect most of the team to take her on one on one. Ellie, I think you’re probably going to have to be our knockout punch with her if it comes to it.”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>2786495
>Polite

>>2786495
>Polite

>>2786495

> Polite

>>2786495
> Polite

We shouldn't dismiss the rest of the team on that front.

>>2786495
>> Neutral
The rest of the team wants to win too, I think they don't mind us being the boss killer.

>>2786495
>> Polite

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> Polite

“I’ll do my best. But don’t dismiss the rest of the team purely on that. I think they can surprise you, Griselda.”

“I hope so too,” she says. The three of you step into the briefing room. Already laid out on the table was a map of the playing field. You all gather around and take a look. “As you can see, in the center of the map there’s actually a pretty sizable city. These big hills here provide high elevation all around. We’re going to be fighting in the middle of the day too which means that the biggest problem for us will be moving under cover.

“Now, Meryl’s a sharpshooter, but her seventeen pounder isn’t made to fire over dozens of kilometers. We can expect her to actually be brawling here in the city where she can lock down entire lanes and take advantage of the tight corridors and lack of visibility within to really take apart our team. I would suggest caution here. But we can’t just let them take the city first. If they do, their flag tank will likely disappear inside of it and we’ll have to take them street by street. Their inexperience will mean nothing here with all the cover and concealment a city provides.

“Other than that, all around it’s flat expanse. Plenty of room to maneuver but unfortunately that means the enemy can see us as well too. We’ll eat Meryl’s team alive out here which is why I predict strongly she’ll be making a break for the city as soon as possible.”

“What do you want us to do then?” you ask.

“I want you to speed ahead of everyone and get to the city first, and keep them from getting themselves dug in. If they get comfy, they’ll have numbers and cover on their side.”

> “Alright, we’ll blitz the city then.”
> “A flanking move around them would probably be better.”
> “There’s no time limit. Why not just wait for them to come out into the open?”
> Other

>>2786649
>“Alright, we’ll blitz the city then.”

Secure the dangerous ground, then push out.

>>2786649
> “Alright, we’ll blitz the city then.”

>>2786649
>> “Alright, we’ll blitz the city then.”

>>2786649
> “Alright, we’ll blitz the city then.”

I wonder if we could lob enough HE shells into the town to just level it to the ground. Kinda hard to hide among the buildings if all of them are a pile of rubble.

>>2786703
Not a chance. That place is a maze of small buildings and narrow alleys. Just too much to flatten, but lots to make low cover and broken walls to hide behind.

>>2786703
The League has "little girls in multi-ton death machines demolished my house" insurance, but there has to be a limit to the amount of carnage they can reimburse for. An entire fucking city is probably a just a little bit out of the budget, and I'd rather not be the team that finds out.

> “Alright, we’ll blitz the city then.”

“Alright, we’ll blitz the city and keep them from getting a foothold. If anything goes wrong we’ll let you guys know so you can adjust. I know Iris will likely get to the city last considering the heavies speed but given that most of Gagetown’s roster is medium and lights, there shouldn’t be much issue.”

“Alright then,” says Griselda. She smiles happily, folding her arms. “Iris, your goal will be to follow me into the city. That’ll be where we do most of the heavy lifting. Ellie will be our eyes and ears. Any questions?” You all shake your heads. “Good, good.” She checks her watch. “First boarding for the airplanes is in a few hours, so if I were y’all, I’d get to the airplane if you want priority boarding. Maybe get yourselves some seats with leg room.”

“You sound very excited,” says Iris.

“We’re traveling first class, that’s why,” she says. “It’ll be great.” She slaps your shoulder, then nods. “Ellie, Iris. I just want you two to know, a commander couldn’t have better subordinates than you two. I wish you guys all the best. I got something to do before I go join you on the plane though.”

“What’s that?” you ask.

She shrugs, her smile fading a little. “Talk to my sister a little.” She sighs a little, then says, “Look. Our last day on LGA2 for a long while. Let’s get excited, alright? We’ll be coming home with that World Champions trophy in no time!” She grins, beaming brightly. With that, she grabs her bag and takes her leave.

Iris looks to you as you walk out of the briefing room. “Ellie.” She offers her hand. “It has been an honor. I will do my best.”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>2786823
> Polite

You are the proverbial grace under fire.

>>2786823
>Polite

>>2786823
>> Polite

First class? When did grisgris get enough money for that?

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>>2786823
> Polite

> Polite

“The real honor was working with you,” you say. “Trust me, Iris. You’ve been a real credit to this team and it’s been a thrill to have someone as skilled as you with us.”

Iris snorts. “Please, Elodie. A lady does not heap so much praise on someone who does not deserve it.” Does not deserve it? Is she high? She smirks, then says, “Save the praise for the team. I am but a piece of it.”

Hm. “Fair enough.” You smile, then hold out your hand. She rolls her eyes, then simply takes you in for a hug instead. Oh. That works too. She gently pats your back then pulls away.

“I will see you there.” With that, she too takes her leave. “Bon chance.”

…

…

“Ellie!” You meet with your crew once again. Stack, Ingrid, Winona, and Josephina have all waited for you outside the hangar. “I hear we’re sitting first class on the plane. That true?” asks Winona. You nod. “Ooooh! Yes! That’ll be splendid!”

“Before we do any of that though,” says Ingrid. “I got something I want to do first before we go.” You all look at her. “Come on. We need to go to the GS Campus.” The General Studies Campus? Why? Nobody protests, so you all follow Ingrid down to the campus.

It’s mostly just students heading home from their afterschool activities you see on the way as you walk in. You get to the courtyard and spot the Marquis de La Fayette’s statue. She points to his boots. “If you spin his spurs the night before, you’ll be able to best any trial you’re going through. Tests, asking somebody you like out…” She looks at you. “Matches. I-”

You see Stack furiously spinning the spurs. “Come on, Marky baby! Help us out!” She flinches back. “Ow! Cut my finger!” Ingrid smirks, then spins the spurs herself too. Josephina also des the same too, flicking the spurs.

Winona walks up. “Please oh please, help us!” She prays to the Marquis herself, then spins the spurs. She looks to you. “Ellie?”

> Spin his spurs. Why not?
> “I don’t need to spin his spurs, I have you guys.”
> Other

>>2787009
>Spin his spurs. Why not?

The legend is true, I've got you for a team.

>>2787009
>> Other
Spin winwin instead

>>2787009
>> Spin his spurs. Why not?

>>2787009
>> “I don’t need to spin his spurs, I have you guys.”
Something to keep in mind for the match is moving undetected will be a near impossibility, as the dust and sand kicked up will be a dead giveaway in such an arid locale, but that cuts both ways.

>>2787076
We should try the log dragging trick to raise dust clouds, but have actual tanks in the cloud as a surprise.

>>2787009
>> Spin his spurs. Why not?
"I don't need to spin his spurs, I have you guys," and then spin 'em anyway.

>>2787104
Something to consider yeah.

>>2787009
> Spin his spurs. Why not?

>>2787116
>>2787076
We could have multiple tanks do it, they'l know its some sort of trick but would have no clue which tanks were where.

>>2787139
Or if there are actually multiple tanks in that cloud, or just one dragging a log

>>2787151
Exactly

How about setting up cardboard cut out tanks to fool them into thinking the team is somewhere else?

> Spin his spurs. Why not?

You walk up to his spurs, then give them a quick twirl. In that twirl, you put all your hopes and prayers. Win the match. Let everyone have fun. Don’t screw things up. If you can’t win here at least finish with grace and honor. The point however cuts your finger. “Ow!” You yelp, and look at it. A shallow cut. Doesn’t even need a band-aid.

Ingrid smiles, looking up at the Marquis. “Merci beaucoup, monsieur!”

You all bow politely to the Marquis. “Merci beaucoup!”

…

…

The five of you have gathered your bags and begin the long march to the airport. “I tell you what,” says Stack. “We’re going to get some kills this match. Camp Gagetown will be like a speedbump!”

“Don’t get too cocky,” you say. “Trust me, they’ll give it their all.”

“I should hope so!” Stack grins. “We’re not going all the way just for our opponents to roll over and die!”

Winona smirks. “Honestly, I didn’t even think we’d get this far.”

Josephina nods. “Oui.” She steps ahead and looks at all four of you. “Truth be told. I did not even think I would make friends like you all.” You all stop, looking at her. “I mean, I came into LGA expecting not to make too many friends. Academics aside and everything, I hoped to get by quickly and move on to college. But now…” She blinks, looking to all of you. “I really don’t want this to end.”

…

“All good things come to an end sooner or later,” says Ingrid. She folds her arms. “Those are the hard facts of autumn.” She looks at you, then smiles. “I’m just glad we got a great commander to take us through.”

“Yeah.” Winona looks to you, then smiles happily. “Ellie. This is our first shot at getting a real championship! Whatever happens, know that we’re still a team. We win together, we lose together.”

Stack hugs you from behind, grinning. “Ah, all y’all are so sappy! Come on, let’s get the best seats before they run out!” Everyone gets moving again.

You bite your lip, sucking in your gut a little. Strange. You kind of share Josephina’s sentiment.

You don’t want this to end either.

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“There are five crucial jobs inside of a tank.”

“The driver must navigate the tank through difficult terrain, often times being guided only by the words of the commander. The driver must be able to drive the tank through harsh weather, over mud and rock, through foliage and snow, and into the harsh reality of combat. They must feel the weight of the tank when they grab the controls and know exactly where the tank can go. Along the way, they can make the tank stop, slide, spin, and dance.”

“The radio operator manages the radios within the tank. They have to change radio frequencies on the fly, and be heard over the sound of explosions, grinding metal, and the screams of other crewmembers. In most cases they must keep track of where other tanks are at any given time, using only a map and some markers. And they must serve as the fifth man to either man a machine gun or help load extra ammo.”

“The gunner fires the main cannon. They must measure the distance between the tank itself and their target. They must know not just distance, but the weight of the shell, its muzzle velocity, how far it will go through armor, and what type of shell it is. They must also account for angling too. If the shell comes in at the wrong angle, it will deflect. And they must also target weakpoints such as the engine block at the rear of a tank or pistol parts no greater than a foot in length.

“The loader must load the shells into the gun breech. In the darkness of the insides of a tank they must be able to differentiate between the various loads of: HE, APCBC, APCR, APDS, and other more specialized rounds. Each round can weigh several pounds each or even upwards to a hundred pounds. They must be loaded as soon as the spent shell is extracted and the breech can be loaded once more. And they must do this at a regular machine-like rate until victory is assured or their tank is knocked out.”

“And finally the Commander must coordinate all members of the crew together. While they may not physically do anything inside of a tank, their very presence alone must inspire the team to work together. If the commander must know everything about the tank, from how the treads run to the engine’s roar to the gun’s caliber. They must also know their crew, their strengths and weaknesses, hopes and dreams, and lead them to certain victory in battle.”

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“It is played everywhere. In scorching hot sands, to chilling tundra, to temperate forests and wide open plains. It can be played at any time of the day from the bright hours of the morning to the blackness of midnight. To the frozen hours of winter, the rainy days of spring, the joyous heat of summer, and to the depression of autumn.

“Those who enjoy it are varied and those who play it even more so. Little girls and old. From schoolgirls to martial professionals. At the heart of Senshadou lies great contradiction. It is a team sport that emphasizes individuality. A sport which is built on tradition, whose greatest heroes have defied it. An intensely mechanical and mathematical experience that breeds gut feeling and instinct. With strictly defined rules that tolerate cheating. A sport of friendship and virtue, born of violent war. Where yesterday’s enemy is today’s friend.”

“It is the world’s past time, that celebrates womanhood. From the simple schoolgirl, to the headmistress. From artist to scientist. From blue collar to white. From the talented to the untalented. Mothers and daughters. And sisters of all ages.”

“Most of all, it is about grace and elegance. Patience and confidence. Intelligence and heart. Failure and loss. Pride and triumph. And enduring friendship.”


There won't be any LGA2 next weekend as I'll be attending Otakon. We'll see you when I see you.

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See you next time.

>>2787305
Thanks for the fun, boss.

Have fun at the con. Buy the cool things

>>2787305
Have fun boss

>>2787305
Thanks for running Schteel

>>2787305
>With strictly defined rules that tolerate cheating.

Is this meant to be correct or a typo?

>>2787953
A Feature