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You are Squadron Leader Scarlet Harrison, Royal Canadian Air Force and XO of the 509th Joint Fighter Wing. Every JFW gets a title, it's become something of a tradition. The 501st Strike Witches, the 502nd Brave Witches... But your wing has the best title of them all: Demon Witches. It was a name the squadron had even before it was a JFW, back in '42, but it had never been more than a simple nickname. Now? Now it's an official title. It's on the paperwork. And that's badass. Probably.

As a witch, your familiar is a Newfoundland dog, giving you big, black floppy ears and a matching fluffy tail. Personally, you find it adorable even if you'd never admit it. Just between you and yourself: Sometimes, when you're alone, you make them come out just so you can pet them. You weirdo.

Your special talent, as most witches have, boils down to "super shields". You don't have that "I can block masers!" chump shit like the others. You've blocked entire martian craft with it. Hell, just yesterday you introduced the front of a martian heavy fighter to its rear. Some witches call it skill. You call it Tuesday. Mostly because that actually happened on a Tuesday and it sounds really cool when you say it like that, even if it did take the piss out of you.

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That makes today Wednesday. Wednesday the 24th. You are currently in bed and your god-forsaken alarm clock won't stop ringing. You set it half an hour early to try and motivate yourself but... you really don't feel like getting up. These sheets. SO SOFT. But this is your first day on a new base. This is supposed to be a fresh start!

Are you going to get up?

[ ] FFFFFFFFFFine.
[ ] Nope. Too comfy.

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Strike Witches Crimson is based off of Demons of the Pacific, a writefag story originally posted in the main SWQ threads. If you'd like to read it, please do so here: http://tofusaur.us/res/2960.html However, I'll be doing my best to ensure that prior reading is not necessary.

Also, I'd like to thank deculture for all the work and support he's given to this project. Also the lovely artz.
Now, on with the show!

[ ] FFFFFFFFFFine.
but not till we pet fluffy ears

[x] FFFFFFFFFFine.

Fuck it! WE RESPONSIBLE'N'SHIT NOW!

>>22269764
[ ] FFFFFFFFFFine.

Must go torment other Witches.

[x] Nope. Too comfy.

In before someone comes in and insists on getting up.

>>22269764

[X] FFFFFFFFFFine.

>another strike witches quest
Not sure if want...

I was under the impression that the main Strike Witches Quest was on tonight....

>>22269764
[x] FFFFFFFFFFine.

>>22269835
It is. In an hour. This is something different and separate.

>>22269835
It is, double quest goodness

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Nope. Resume sleeping.

>>22269764

Dat picture... RAWW!

Ahem...! Anyway...

[X] FFFFFFFFFFine.

>>22269764
Is there important shit to do today? If yes,
>[x] FFFFFFFFFFine.
If no, bed is warm and cozy and Vancouver's chilly and rainy this time of year
>[x] Nope. Too comfy.

Vancouver's always rainyIt isn't? Wait five minutes

>>22269764
>We Vancouver now

I swear to god Archivalfag if you shit all over my precious city I -will- find you.

>>22269764
AHAHAH TIME TO CONTINUE SLEEPING

Sleep!

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>[x] Get up

Whelp. You promised yourself you'd start to change, and there's no time like the present.

With a groan you heave yourself out of bed and begin the slow process of gathering up your uniform. You just moved in the day before, so things are still neatly packed and easy to find.

After fumbling through getting dressed, readjusting your tie after putting it on upside down, a few minutes of figuring out which way your socks go on, and then remembering you aren't supposed to wear socks with your uniform, you step out the door. You aren't exactly a morning person.

The halls of the building are relatively empty this early; not many of you actually bother getting up before you need to. In the bathrooms you meet up with “Bobby” Braham, the resident nightwitch, getting ready for bed. Needless to say, she's utterly shocked that you're awake so early.

Minutes later, you find yourself in the mess hall, really just a kitchen with a single long table for everyone to sit at. Only two witches are here at the moment: Veronica “Woody” Woodward, one of the youngest members, is busy making bacon and eggs. The other sits across from you, a one Riley Bong. Fifteen years old, super strong and none too bright.

And she's staring at you really, REALLY hard.

[ ] “Problem?”
[ ] Return fire
[ ] Ignore

>>22270043
>[ ] Ignore
The american is being silly again

>>22270043

[X] “Problem?”

Our uniform isn't inside out or anything is it?

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>>22270043
[x] “Problem?”

>>22270043
>[] Return fire
OURS IS THE STARE THAT WILL PIERCE HER SOUL.

>>22270043
Problem?

[X] “Problem?”

>>22270043
>[X] “Problem?”

>>22270043

[X] “Problem?”

Did we forget to wear our "pants" again?

>>22270043
[x] Ignore

[x] Get Bacon and Eggs
[x] Get toast, bagel, or other form of bread-carbs
[x] Get cheese
[x]Breakfast sandwich, assemble!!!

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"Whatsa matta wit yew, dame?"

>>22270148

>forget "pants"

We going commando??

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>>22270043
Problem?

I'll never understand why witches don't wear some form of pants, with regard to in-universe. Yeah, from our perpective, legs, pantsu, etc. But the fluff explanation is "Pants get in the way of strikers"

So wear a skirt. So wear shorts. You know, something that isn't showing off your pink bow to the world, and heaven forbid if you want to wear something saucy like black lace or red or something.

>>22270245
its japan man...

>>22270043
The only way to teach an American their place is to stare right back into the void.

>>22270245

LOLJAPAN....'nuff said.

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>>22270245
Some wear tights, others wear skirts. Some girls are just sluts man.

>>22270371
>implying star-of-africa-ass-loads is not a slut

>>22270371
>Dem flight goggles
>Dat uniform
>Dat confident look
>Dat swagger

10/10, would stick like glue to tail, would fly wing for

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>>22270245
Minna wears red anyway.

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>[x] “Problem?”

“Proble-”

“UM.” Riley shouts, lacking any sort of volume control.

You blink. An awkward silence fills the air.

“Something you want to say, Bing?”

“'s Bong, ma'am. And,” She sticks out her tongue, deep in though, “I was supposed to tell you something when you woke up but I can't... remember... what...”

Great. Just great. You really hope it wasn't anything too important. WAIT A SECOND.

“Woody, you know what it was?”

The little, long-haired girl manning the stove yelps at the sudden attention. “U-Um. Oh! Yes, yes! The Wing Commander wanted to see you later. In an hour or so.”

You wince. Just. GREAT. There goes any hope for relaxation today. You cautiously ask if this means you're in trouble for something, hell if you know what.

Woody shakes her head. “I don't think so. She also wanted to see Sammy. So if you see her, could you let her know?”

Sammy. Samantha Mackintosh. Twenty-six years old, American, same rank as you. Might as well. Woody finishes up the bacon and eggs fairly quickly, sliding plates in front of Riley and yourself before sitting down beside the young American.

You scarf them down in record time, giving you plenty of time to...

[ ] EXPLORE NEW BASE! And maybe find Sammy while you're at it.
[ ] Hang out with these two dweebs for now. Maybe Sammy will stop by for breakfast.

>>22270411
They are Witches. All of them are sluts. No exceptions.

>>22270245
SW had some fanservice in mind and perhaps the logic is "getting used to having your panties be seen so embarrassment doesn't get in the way of flying"

That and Japanese Navy witches wear school swimsuits under their uniforms.

[x] EXPLORE NEW BASE! And maybe find Sammy while you're at it.


>>22270431
lay off the doujins, man.

>>22270429
[X] Hang out with these two dweebs for now. Maybe Sammy will stop by for breakfast.

Let's hang with the dweebs for a bit, they deserve a bit of time and attention.

>>22270429
>[ ] EXPLORE NEW BASE! And maybe find Sammy while you're at it.

Explore new area, acquire items

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>>22270431
But if a witch likes another witch it's the purest form of love! Not being a slut!

>>22270446
SW was made entirely with fanservice in mind. It is why I do not like it. I want to see Trude change the barrel on her MG42, not have to change the barrel on my MG42

>>22270431
None of the witches sleep around, which is what slut means. The closest they get is having a home waifu and a base waifu.

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>>22270471

NIEN NIEN NIEN NIEN NIEN NIEN NIEN!

>>22270429

[X] EXPLORE NEW BASE! And maybe find Sammy while you're at it.

We got an hour to spare; let's look around and see if we find Sammy.

>>22270429
>[ ] EXPLORE NEW BASE! And maybe find Sammy while you're at it.
time to be respuncibal

>>22270429
Explore new base! Find this slu... I mean Samantha! Maybe some loot as well!

>>22270491
It's hard to tell what balance of military stuff and fanservice the light novels while the mangas and animated stuff seem to lean more towards fanservice usually.

>>22270429
Responsibility. Let's go find Mackintosh.

>>22270429

[x] EXPLORE NEW BASE! And maybe find Sammy while you're at it.

>>22270503
So two girls at once. Sounds very much like sleeping around to me.

>>22270582
Two girls at separate times! Thus, not sluts! No men allowed!

>>22269749
So for someone who hasn't read any of the previous Strike Witches quests on /tg/.
How lost will I be following this one?

>>22270720
Not. This ones new and anything from the others shouldn't really matter.

>>22270429
[x] Hang out with these two dweebs for now. Maybe Sammy will stop by for breakfast.

>>22270731
cool thanks. I'm not really interested in the original one, so that's a relief.

>>22270745

Wasn't there supposed to be a SWQ vanilla running today?

>>22270720
Read the main quest archive regardless, it's good.

>>22270755
soon

>>22270755
Yes, any time now.

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>>22270720
There are martians invading earth. You fight them. Also, there are pantsless magical girls who have airplane legs. They fight martians too.

>>22270770
>>22270771
We've been burned before.

>>22270778
Waaaah I want /tg/ to be /40kthegathering/

>>22270778
Never.

>>22270763
no thanks. The only reason I am interested in Strike Witches is for it's 'no men' in main cast anyway policy.
Main quest ruins that.

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>>22270778
deal with it

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> [x] EXPLORE

Whelp. These two dwe- lovely subordinates are fun and all, but ADVENTURE awaits.

As you leave the table, Riley waves in that adorably retarded fashion while Woody wishes you a good day.

You are currently quartered at a witch-only building in Fort Alberni on Vancouver Island. The building is roughly T-shaped with the halls leading to each witches room occupying the “hat”, the front common room in the intersection, and everything else (kitchen, bathrooms, showers, CO's office) in the “tail”.

Now... if you were a Sammy, where would you be?

She's probably awake, so that leaves out her room. The building isn't that big, so that leaves...

[ ] Check the common room
[ ] Check the showers
[ ] Check outside

>>22270799
then GTFB to /u/ then that and see >>22270800

[x] Check the common room

>>22270801

[X ] Check the showers!!!

>>22270801
[x] Check outside... while naked

>>22270801
[x] Check the showers
AMBUSH TIME

>>22270801
>[ ] Check the common room
probably reading the paper

>>22270778

>analpained grimderp detected

>>22270801
[x] Check the common room

>>22270801
Showers

>>22270801
Check the common room.

>>22270801
Common room first, then outside. If she's in the showers, she'll probably be done by the time we finish at the other two, and there's no need to disturb her shower.

>>22270812
cute.

>>22270827
Checking the shower while naked is also good.

>[x] Check the showers

>>22270801

[X] Check the showers

>>22270799
Oh well bad news, we're getting a male pilot buddy later.

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>>22270873

For those interested.

KANE LIVES
>>22270873

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>[x] Showers

Something tells you she's in the showers. You don't know what, but it's telling you. Not to mention that you haven't had a good wash in a day or two. Gross.

The showers, conveniently are in the same area of the building as the kitchen.

You step inside the changing room, the white tiled walls giving the bathrooms a very sterile feel. You slip out of your uniform and DAMN IS IT COLD. You can hear the water running in the showers as the steam wisps out through the doorway, so it's definitely occupied.

You're just about to step in when-

Clank.

Why was there a clank coming from the showers?

Clank clank.

Witches don't clank.

Clank clank clank.

WITCHES DON'T CLANK AT ALL.

[ ] Say something
[ ] FIGHTING POSITION
[ ] Sneak a peek

[x] Sneak a peek

it might be the witch that lost a leg.

>>22271060
>[X] Sneak a peek

>>22271060
[x] Sneak a peek

>>22271060
[x] sneak a peek in there
Something's not right.

>>22271060
Sneak a peek. Watch out for those pesky tank witches though! I heard they clack!

>>22271060
Clanking is never good
[ ] FIGHTING POSITION

>>22271060
Sneak a peek.

>>In b4 its some tank crewman who got lost

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>>22271060

[x] Sneak a peek

By God, don't tell me that a Warlock decided to take a shower...

>>22271060
[x] Sneak a peek

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> [x] Sneak a peek

RUH ROH.

If it's clanking that means only one of two things: something perfectly reasonable or a MARTIAN DEATH ROBOT. And Scarlet Harrison ain't afraid of either. Sort of.

You tilt your head around the edge of the doorway, trying to take a look inside. This would be way easier if you had a mirror or something. Inside, you see...

Steam. So much steam. All the goddamn steam you could ever want. There's something about witches, you've noted in your many years as one, that just generates way more steam than usual when they touch water.

IN the steam, you see a person. She looks much like an older version of you. Long, fluffy auburn hair. A wee bit taller. A wee bit bigger in the chest area. Kate Dalton. Also RCAF.

She also happens to be the resident amputee, having lost her left leg at Dieppe. That would explain the clanking.

And she's also looking directly at you.

“You spying on me, Red?”

>>22271060

[x ] Sneak a peek

See what's around the corner. Forewarned is forearmed.

[x] Get in and take your time.

why not have a relaxing shower?

>>22271457
[x ] Quick shower then ONWARD TO FURTHER ADVENTURE

Damn, posted just as the new option came online. Well, since we're here, may as well get clean.

>>22271457
>[x ] Get in and take your time.
Might as well.

>>22271457
>>22271457
>[] Get in and take your time.

Pftha. What? Of course you aren't. You aren't that kind of girl. Probably. You just heard her pegleg clanking around and was making sure it wasn't...

“Wasn't what, Red?'

Um. Oh jeez. This... this is awkward.

And she bursts out laughing.

“Just fuckin' with you, Red!” She shouts. “Come on in. I can wash your baaaack~”

God. Damn it. Whelp, can't exactly get dressed and leave. That'd be weird.

[ ] Get in and take your time.
[ ] Quick shower then ONWARD TO FURTHER ADVENTURE

>>22271457
Onward to adventure!

>>22271457
[ ] Quick shower then ONWARD TO FURTHER ADVENTURE

>>22271503
Fuck it! Its hot water! Thats a commodity.
>[X] Get in and take your time.

>>22271503
[x] Get in and take your time.

>>22271503
[X] Get in and take your time.

>>22271503
[x] Get in and take our time.
It's a hot shower in a cold environment, it needs to be savored.

>>22271503
>[ ] Quick shower then ONWARD TO FURTHER ADVENTURE
We got work to do

[x] Get in and take our time.

>>22270532
i can tell you this much
if your boat wasn't full of strike witches lite homoerotic action, what boat were you on, i mean pretty much, sw is like realistic except replace minors with grown men (well some virtual minor 18 year olds and you got it)

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> [x] Get in and take your time

Whelp. It's nice warm water. You're in Canada in March. Might as well.

You slip in beside Kate and turn on one of the showers for yourself. Oooooh. That's nice. You let out a satisfied groan as the hot water hits your skin.

“So,” you turn to Kate, “how've you been?”

She shrugs. “Can't complain. You've certainly done some growing since the last time I saw.” She looks down at... certain areas and snickers to herself.

That's Kate. Always the first to be lewd as hell. She was part of the 407th, the original Demon Squadron . You'll always remember the first time you met her, back in January of '42. Nearly the moment you reached the base she started trying to flirt with you. Now... Now you're like siblings. Big sister, little sister. Hell, she even calls you 'little sis' sometimes.

She's had it rough. Lost her leg in August, during that god-forsaken raid. Now she's got a metal pegleg starting at her mid-thigh that makes it look like she has a hoof. She's spent the past seven months on the ground acting as a tester for a new type of striker for witches with amputated legs. Anything to get more back into the fight.

Well shit. This shower took a sudden turn for the sad and depressing.

“Hey Kate,” you ask, “you seen Sammy around?”

“Sammy... Sammy” She ponders. “Which one was that?”

“American. Brown hair. Ponytail. Hardcore vet from jungleland.”

“Oh yeah! Ponytail! Saw her heading out back when I was getting in. Looked like she was gonna get some target practice in early. But I dunno. That was a while ago. Might have come in by now.”

You nod quietly to yourself. Figures. Wait.

“Kate, how long have you been running the hot water.”

“Um. Not... too long?”

Fan-fucking-tastic. “Whatever. I got my shower in. If anyone goes after the person who used up all the hot, I ain't lying.”

After a while of awkward small talk and glorious warmth, you step back out into the cold. But squeaky clean! Before you leave, you make sure to tell Kate to let Sammy know that you'll meet her outside the kitchen when it's time to meet.

You've got about half an hour until meeting with the Wing Commander. You could go find Sammy right now, since you know where she is. Oooooor you could explore some more.

[ ] Go directly to the Sammy. Do not pass GO. Do not collect $200.
[ ] Check out the common room.

[x] Go directly to the Sammy. Do not pass GO. Do not collect $200.

We've had our fun.

>>22272006
>[ ] Go directly to the Sammy. Do not pass GO. Do not collect $200.
press X to Sammy

>>22272006
>[x] Go directly to the Sammy. Do not pass GO. Do not collect $200.

>>22272006
>[ ] Go directly to the Sammy. Do not pass GO. Do not collect $200.
We had a hot shower, were good.

>>22272006
>[ ] Go directly to the Sammy. Do not pass GO. Do not collect $200.

>>22272006
[x] Go directly to the Sammy. Do not pass GO. Do not collect $200.
AS FAST AS POSSIBLE GOGOGOGO

>>22272006
are we at sammy yet?

>>22272006
dead quest is dead

>>22272006
archivalfag pls

>>22272807
He's just writing a Ghost-long update... just as Ghost-slowly.

>>22272807
It ain't over till the planefag says so.

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> [x] Go directly to the Sammy

You get redressed in a hurry, eager to get warm again. But you don't have pants, so that doesn't really happen. Such is life as a witch.

But at least you know where to find Sammy!

It takes you a while to find the back door. It SHOULD be near where the showers are, but the back end of the building is a maze of twisting corridors and rooms you will never know the purpose of.

Outside the weather is... grey. As usual this time of years. But a sunny grey. It's mostly Your building is right on the eastern edge of the base, possibly to keep you as far away from FILTHY MEN as possible.

Sure enough, there she is, firing on beer bottles lined up against the fence.

“Hey Sam-”

BRATTATTATTAT

“Samm-”

BRATTATTATTAT

“SAMMEH.” You shout.

The other witch looks around, confused, before spotting you. “Hey Red. Sup?”

“We're being summoned, apparently. The great and powerful WING COMMANDAH wishes us to grace her with our presence.”

Sammy cocks an eyebrow. “Are we in trouble?”

“I don't think so.” You reply.

“Great!” She slings her machine gun over her shoulder. “Let's get going then!”

The walk to the Wing Commander's office is short, with little in the way of conversation between you two. You give a light knock on the door and are greeted surprisingly quickly by a voice from the other side calling you in.

The two of you step in and are greeted by the sight of Wing Commander Rose McNair, your best friend in the entire world.

“Good morning, ladies.” She says.

“Mornin', Rosie.” You respond.

“Morning, chief.” Sammy adds.

“You're both probably wondering why I called you both in so early.”

You and Sammy both nod.

“It seems,” she begins, getting out of her seat and circling around her desk, “that the martians have figured us out. Or at least somewhat. Yesterday, the majority of their fighters seemed to concentrate on me, and me alone.”

You remember it. It was an average air raid, but they seemed to swarm Rose after a while. Like ants to sugar or bees to a flower. She had to fly back to base while you and Sammy took command of the wing.

“And that's why I've called you both in today. For now I'll be staying on the ground. On top of the increased risk, I also have a mountain of paperwork to get through. As of this moment, you are both commanding officers of the 509th during battle. You'll each take responsibility for a squadron of five witches, including yourselves.”

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don't make me get the waffles

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She turns to you. “Scarlet, you'll be command of Woody, Riley, Ayaka and Johanna. You'll have two of our youngest under you, so please be careful. Samantha, you'll have your two girls as well as Kate and Diane. I suspect we'll have no problems there.”

“Secondly,” Rose starts again, “I feel we should recap the current situation.”

She points to a map, where several circles and lines are drawn.

“We are here. Right in the middle of the island. The front line is up here, to the north. To our west, the martians hold the coast but are unable to cross the mountains and forests. So they're trying to bomb us. It's our job to make sure that doesn't happen. Understood?”

You and Sammy nod.

“Goo-”

And it's with that lovely timing that the siren begins to blare.

Great.

“Dismissed.” Rose groans. “Oh, and Scarlet I have one more thing to tell you.”

Sammy bolts out the door as soon as Rose says the words, leaving the two of you alone.

“I was speaking with Bobby earlier. We'd like you to have my striker, since I won't be using it.”

Rose's striker. A Spitfire Mk. V, just like yours. It performs exactly the same, but that's not the point. Her striker was hand painted by Bobby, a real work of art. It's bright red, with flames rising from the bottoms and pitchforks sticking out of the fire. Christ are her strikers badass. But... for you to have it...

[ ] “If you really want me to...”
[ ] “But it was a gift to you!”

>>22272907
[x] “But it was a gift to you!”
"That's probably why the Martians were after you! If I use them they'll chase meeeee oh god you're trying to get me killed aren't you."

>>22272907
>[ ] OTHER!
take em for now, we got aliums to fight. We can discuss ownership later

>>22272907
>[X] “If you really want me to...”
Horse! Gift! Mouth! Don't look!

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>>22272907
[x] If you really want me to...

Badass strikers are badass.

Also, I picture Scarlet in a swimsuit to look like this for some reason.

[x] “If you really want me to...”

I wonder what drew them to Rose in the first place as if it's magic power then her sitting things out might not help. That and by taking them, it'd be like Rose is fighting along side her.

>>22272960
Not a bad picture at all

>>22272960
Very close, but longer hair and green eyes.

>>22272907
GOTTA GO FAST!

>>22272978
I'd try and fix it...but I'm absolute shit for artistry and don't have programs.

>>22272899
Dem greenmen.

>>22272907
>[x] “If you really want me to...”

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> [x] “If you really want me to...”

“I, uh, I guess.” You shrug. “If you really want me to have them.”

“Good, good.” Rose smiles. “I figured it would be a shame if they sat around unused, and Bobby agreed pretty fast.”

Well. Bobby isn't exactly the typed to say no to authority. Especially not the great WING COMMANDAH ROSIE herself.

“Pity some others aren't like that.”

You smiled and start to leave when a sudden thought crosses your mind.

“Hey. What if the bright colours made them focus on you?”

She shrugs. “I really doubt it, but at least if they go after you we'll know. I suspect it was just that I was too busy shouting instead of shooting that they singled me out as the leader. We had thirteen witches in the air. That's not easy to command.”

“Fine. Whatever. Martiums. Gotta go.”

The hangars, thankfully aren't all that far from your quarters. By the time you arrive, the rest of the witches are already lined up at attention with Sammy standing in front of them. She nods at you as you approach and tilts her head at the rest of the girls.

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>>22272960

>>22272907
>[ ] “But it was a gift to you!”

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“Alright! Listen up! Change of plans, everyone!” You announce. “We'll be splitting up into two squadrons, let's go with A and B for now. A squadron will be led by myself and will consist of Woody, Riley, Ayaka and Johanna. B squadron will be led by Sammy and will have everyone left over. Got it?”

The witches all shout an affirmative.

It isn't long before you're in the air, all ten of you hovering over the town of Alberni. Off in the distances you can see the tiny specks of the martians approaching. It looks to be mostly “Prick” fighters and bombers, along with a handful of Steamsleds. But the one thing that stands out the most...

“Jesus.” Sammy gasps. “The hell is that thing? It looks like it's pregnant.”

In the middle of the flight is what appears to be, for all intents and purposes, a typical flying dreadnought, save for one major difference: the body is bulging enormously near the middle.

“Any plans?” Sammy asks.

Riley is probably the only one of you with enough firepower to take down something of that size, but you'll have to find a weak point first. Other than that... You've got two squadrons of five witches each. You're up against an assortment of light and heavy fighters along with a handful of bombers.

How do you proceed?

[ ] Send your squadron against the fighters
[ ] Send your squadron against the bombers
[ ] Other

>>22273458
'Why are you not airborne? Scramble means SCRAMBLE! GO!"

>>22273492
Bombers

>>22273492
We Battle of Britain now. Have the more maneuverable (Less well-armed) witches go after the fighters. Keep the heavy-hitters from mixing it up, and have them get dat fukken bomber.

>>22273492
any sheets on what teams have what in terms of powers and weapons?

>>22273492
>[ ] Send your squadron against the bombers
Riley can hit the beast, and the others can take care of the rest

>>22273516
Spitfires do Kill 109s.
Hurricants do kill Ju88s.

>>22273518
Not yet, sadly.

Generally, most are armed with machine guns of some make. Ayaka has a katana that she uses for everything.

Really the only one of note is Riley. She has... THE AUTOHARP, a terrible abomination that's basically four rocket-rails duct-taped together. She also has a punching sword. Your ground crew likes to spoil her with weird new weapons.

[x] Send your squadron against the bombers

We'll just have to cover Riley until she can take her shot then

>>22273560
I jelly.

>>22273473
Goddamnit, now I look the slow guy that didn't notice the quest updated.

Admittedly that's because I am.

>>22273560
Whichever squadron Riley is in hits the bombers, other squadron mates fly cover. Other squadron engages and occupies fighter escort.

>>22273492
[x] Send your squadron against the bombers
Everyone cover Riley.
Riley, save the boomstick for the dread.

>>22273492
[x] Send your squadron against the bombers

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> [x] Hit bombers

“Well, Riley's really the only one who has a prayer against that thing.” You shrug. “We'll go after the bombers and cover her. You guys keep the little nasties off us.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Sammy responds.

The ten of you zoom off on your signal, reaching the martians in less than a minute.

You level your favourite Boys AT rifle on one of the bombers below you and squeeze the trigger. The craft continues moving forward for a few moments, before exploding in a shower of sparks as Ayaka cuts through it from below.

“See anything yet, Bong?” You shout into your radio as you fly onward.

“Nothing yet, ma'am.” She responds. “But there might be a thingy on its butt that I can shoot. One of the lifty things!”

You roll just in time to dodge a flaming piece of martian fighter. You look up to see Kate giving you a thumbs up.

“That's good Riley,” you reply, “find that and shoot it. Gravity should do the rest.”

Thankfully, the martians are still over the water west of town. Simply letting it hit the water should be enough of an impact to crush its hull.

“I got it!” You hear Riley yell.

“TAKE THE SHOT!” You reply.

KER-THOOM.

You can see a plume of fire and smoke rising from the back-end of the dreadnought. The great behemoth falters for a moment, but continues on. It's definitely descending, but too slowly for comfort.

“Hit it again, Bong!”

Two more explosions sound off from the Autoharp. The dreadnought begins to crash downward.

“Hey Red!” You hear Sammy call out over the radio. “I think they're turning back. Guess that scared 'em off.”

You smile to yourself. Too easy. As the dreadnought hits the water, Sammy pulls up beside you and raises her fist. You bump it just as a fountain of water explodes from under the dreadnought.

Fuck yeah.

With one last shift, the dreadnought's lower half, the bulging half, disappears below the waves. You spend a few more minutes hanging around before you decide that the coast is clear. A job well done. Time to go home and...

[ ] Have lunch
[ ] Go play table hock-

CRRRRRRRRRRRUNCH.

The memory will haunt you for days to come. Slowly, surely, one enormous arm reaches out of the water and pulls its body onto the beach. An enormous walker with four legs, each one the same width as a truck. Miniature walkers begin spring out of pockets on its head and descend into the streets.

"Uh. Rosie?" You mumble into your radio. "We've got a bit of a problem here."

>>22274255
Strafe the shit out of it. And if that doesn't work, Ramming speed at one of its joints.

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Several minutes later, you have your back-up. Or at least, all you'll be getting any time soon.

A few Shermans and M10s plink uselessly against the colossus' armor. Artillery is out of the question this close to the town. Bombers won't arrive for another ten or twenty minutes. So that leaves the job up to you.

Again, Riley seems to be the best option. But the way the tanks' shells are bouncing off, you doubt blindly firing will do any good.

The usual weakness, the joints, doesn't exist. Instead, it has non-rigid limbs like the newer walkers. You'll have to find something else.

Wat do?

>>22274431
See if there is any kind of command structure, barring that, aim for joints

>>22274431
Get Ayaka to cut the legs off.

>>22274431

Oh lawd

That big walker is shitting leetle walkers

>>22274431
USE THE SWORDS!!!

Please tell me you're actually thinking instead of going with rule of cool, this isn't SWQ after all.

>>22274431
RAMMING SPEED! + SUPER SHIELD! = KK missile.

Climb to 15-20K alt, Then dive. Dive like a mother fucker and hope our shield can handle the impact.

[x] Apply swords to the legs

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> [x] use SWORDS on WALKER

An enormous, shit-eating grin grows on your face. Oh yes. Oh yes THAT COULD WORK.

Sammy glances at you. “I take it you have an idea.”

You nod, grin still plastered on your face.

“Would you like to share it with the rest of the class?”

You turn to the other witches. “Ayaka. Riley. Legs. Make with the choppy-choppy.”

Both of their faces slowly morph until they match your own. They look at each other, then back to you.

“Everyone else, strafe the hell out of the minis.” You order. “Show time.

The group breaks, and the two sword-bearing witches shoot off toward the giant walker. From your vantage point, you see each of them take on a separate leg. Riley wails on it, chopping and hacking like a lumberjack. Ayaka, on the other hand, simply stabs her sword into the leg, a series of small explosions bursting from the tip.

You take the time to pick off a few of the smaller walkers with your rifle, a perfect match for the light little things. Each shot rips through them, sending them crashing to the ground where one of the tanks or infantry finishes it off.

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“Ayaka, Riley. How you two doing?” You ask, pressing your hand to your radio.

“Alright. Kinda almost finished with this one.” Ayaka responds.

“IT'S. Hrnk. NOT. Grk. CHOPPING.” Riley calls out, grunting as she slams her punching sword into it.

“Sure you're using the sharp end, Bo-”

An explosion rings out across the battlefield, much larger than anything present could make.

Your head snaps back at the walker and you see the smoke clearing, revealing a massive dent in the side of the monster.

A second explosion sounds off as something slams into one leg, forcing it into something almost like a kneeling position.

You scan the ground, looking for the source. You see... something. Bright red. Just as red as your strikers. It's enormous, the size of a medium tank, at least.

A tank striker. A HUGE tank striker with an equally HUGE gun. Inside is a comparatively small witch, blonde hair blowing in the wind, holding aloft a sword that looks all together too big for her.

“REJOICE, COMRADES!” She calls out, her voice rich with a thick Russian accent. “WE ARE THE ANGELS! YOUR SALVATION HAS ARRIVED!”

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And I think that's a good time leave off.

Join us next Friday at 7 PM EST!

Oh man... my very first quest. I know I screwed some stuff up and there was a longer gap between updates than I'd have liked. Any thoughts on how I did?

>>22275096
Pretty well though you might want want to do battle choices more than a mere "wat do?"

>>22275096
I enjoyed it Archive.

>>22275096
Not too bad. A little rough here and there, but that will smooth itself out over time as you develop the characters more.

>>22275109
Yeah... Still trying to figure out when it's best to use "Wat do?" vs giving choices.

>>22275096
Better then subwitches

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Good run, arch. I like your style.
And for a little something else for the mix, I present "The Adventures of Lil' Toot".

March 22nd, 1943
Near Alberni, Vancouver Island
“SHOOT IT AGAIN DAMMIT! Before he gets set!” Corporal Stephen Gates cursed as he watched the Martian walker turn its attention to his M10A1 “Lil’ Toot”. “GODDAMNIT JOEHURRYTHEFUCKUP!”
“Firin’”, came the cool reply from PFC Joseph Clark. He thumbed trigger on the elevation wheel and the three inch cannon sounded off with “KRACK”. The armor piercing projectile flew at high velocity into the torso of the alien machine. The machine lurked from the blow, then fell over in a smoking heap. Apparently a fire had been started, as the walker exploded a few seconds later. Next to it lay another downed walker, one its legs shot off.
“NICE FUCKIN SHOT, JOE! Ok Willie, let’s get outta here before more’a those damn walkers show.” Steve looked over his vehicle and crew before settling down. “Were we hit anywhere?”
“The radio is out Corporal, I can’t pick up anyone. It’s all static” Private Samuel McBride answered from the assistant driver position. He fiddled with the nobs as he tried to pick up a signal.
“Awww hell. That first one must ‘a nabbed our antenna when ’e took that snap shot at us.” Steve let out a frustrated sigh. “Well fuck it. Willie, keep us near to the tree line and head East. Maybe we’ll run into some other friendlies. And try not to kill us, dammit. We don’t got anyone to flip us back if you tip us again.”

“It was one fucking time, dammit.” Willie grumbled from the driver seat as Lil’ Toot began to move.
“And George, go ahead an’ get us another AP ready. We don’t know where anymore are.”
“Roger that, Corporal!” replied Private George Blades as he brought more rounds from the hull to the turret.
Lil’ Toot bounced and jostled as Willie kept her at a steady off-road speed. The men in the turret kept a lookout for Martian forces as Willie focused on driving, and Sam fiddled with the radio. After traveling a few miles with no contact, enemy or friendly, Steve broke the silence.
“So far so good, at least. We oughta come up on somebody soon. Still nothing on the radio, McBride?” Steve looked down into the hull.
“Nothing, Corporal” came the reply, and Steve sighed and focused his attention on his surroundings again. Gun fire and explosions sounded all around them, but nothing close enough to be directly worried about. Lil’ Toot continued further in a Eastward direction. As they crested their umpteenth hill, the sounds of a firefight sounded uncomfortably closer than before.
“Sounds like we got trouble a’ blewin. Go ahead and toss ’a AP in, George. And slow us down a bit Willie, we don’t wanna run right up on em’” The crew answered in the affirmative, and Lil’ Toot prepared for another bout.

>>22275188
Not really, but easily better than Tankwitches.

As they slowly rounded the bend, they spotted an odd, beetle shaped vehicle surrounded by tentacled creatures advancing on a large group of infantry. The infantry were throwing what they could at the attacking Martians, but were hopelessly outgunned. The Martian vehicle occasionally lobbed mortars at the infantry’s position, sending bodies scattering. A few bazooka projectiles streaked towards the machine, but harmlessly exploded on its thick armor.

Willie brought Lil’ Toot to a stop about five hundred yards away from the fight. So far they were unnoticed, but Steve had every intention of changing that.
“Alright, fella’s . Looks like Lil’ Toot’s got somethin’ to blow ‘er horn about.” Steve climbed out from the turret and readied the .50 cal. “Fire when yer good an’ set, Joe. Be quick about it though, those guys look like they’re in hot shit.”

“Roger that, boss.” Joe coolly traversed the turret and depressed the gun. “We good to go, George?” the Martian tank filling his sights.
“We’re good to go” George nervously replied. He already had another armor piercing round ready to go.

Joe thumbed the trigger button, sending the round screaming down range to the target. A large plume of dirt jumped up ten yards in front of the tank, raining down on it and the Martian infantry around it. The Martian soldiers, now alerted to Lil’ Toots presence, began to fire in her direction.

>>22275096
Pretty much what you said. If you're going to just give choices, you need to write faster. This much delay is only really acceptable for when you're trying to work Anon's "wat do" suggestions into a post.

“FUCKINGGODDAMSHITCUNTS! FUCKING ADJUST AND HIT IT AGAIN!” Steve screamed, as he punctuated his cursing with the fifty. The tracers from the heavy machine gun landed among the squid infantry.

“FUCK!” Joe quickly adjusted the gun as George tossed in a new round, throwing the spent shell out of the way. As soon as the breech slammed shut and George smacked him on the back, he pressed the trigger again. This time Lil’ Toot shot true, punching a neat hole in the Martian tanks side armor and hitting something important, causing it flame up and explode. Martian infantry taking cover behind it were caught in the explosion, and shrapnel tore into many that were nearby.

“That’s it! Now feed ‘em some HE!” Steve pounded away at the Martian infantry with the fifty as Martian small arms fire went wild past them.

Lil’ Toot’s cannon continued to belch fury at the scurrying, squid infantry, sending several flying with each shot. The infantry in the woods, their morale restored with armored support, also began to push, and soon the aliens were in a hurried retreat.

“Alright Joe, ease off ‘em a bit. Let’s get over and see who we just saved. Take us over to the group at the tree line, Willie”

Willie brought Lil’ Toot to a group of the soldiers who appeared to be huddled around a map. Others hurried back and forth as they gathered wounded and the medics administered aid. One man looked up from the map as they pulled up, and started walking towards them.

“Looks like they are from the Canadian’s 6th division.” George piped up as he neared. “I recognize that patch from back at camp.”

“Yeah, an’ looks to be a captain too, from the looks of that collar” Joe grunted. “Ten bucks says he tries to get us to stick with his outfit”

“You two shut it and let me do the talkin’. Hopefully these guys got a workin’ radio we can use.” Steve turned his attention to the Captain who stopped next to Lil’ Toot. “How ya doin Sir? You fella’s looked like you were in a bit of a stick”

“Yeah, it’s good you gentlemen showed when you did. I’m Captain Grahamm. Who do I have the pleasure of thanking?”

“We’re with the 776 Tank Destroyer Battalion, sir. We’re tryin to make our way back to Alberni. You wouldn’t happen to have a workin radio, wouldja?”

“We sure do, soldier. But it’s currently in use. We need to get these wounded back for care. Why? Are you lost or something?”

“Eheheh… Maybe just a bit” Steve laughed nervously. “our radio got shot out and we got separated from the rest of our platoon a few hours back. We need to let them know we ain’t dead.”

The Captain’s face turned thoughtful for a second. “Well, why don’t you stick with us for a while? We could sure use the support.” Joe sighed loudly and Steve cut him a sharp look.

“We’d love to Sir, really, but we’re runnin low on ammo an’ fuel. The sooner we git back, the better.”

Captain Grahamm raised his eyebrows apprehensively. “Well that’s too bad then. The medivacs will be here soon enough. You can stick here with us till they get here, and then follow them back.”

“Sounds like a plan to me, Sir!” Steve replied. “I think we can handle a bit ‘o over watch. Take us in the trees, Willie. Let’s get good and hidden.”

“Movin’, boss” Willie brought Lil’ Toot into the tree’s knocking up against a few branches as he passed close to the trees.

“Dammit Willie you clumsy bastard! Watch where yer going!” Steve cursed as he, Joe, and George dove deeper into the turret.

“Eheheh sorry about that” and with that, he brought them to a stop. The rest of the day was uneventful, till the Medic Jeeps showed, and the wounded were loaded up. Lil’ Toot followed them as the small convoy made its way to Alberni, the sun beginning to set as the rolled into camp.

By the time the Crew had gotten Lil’ Toot to the motor pool and reported by to company headquarters, the moon was high in the night sky. The five of them trudged to the barracks to get some sleep.

“Man, I tell ya’, it’s gonna be right nice to get some sleep in an actual bed tonight.” Steve yawned, stretching his arms behind his head. “Oh yeah, I forgot to tell y’all. We got some witches comin to our little slice a’ heaven, so y’all, ESPECIALLY YOU JOE, be on yer best behavior. Ya hear me?”

“Sheit! Witches here? While I do like me some pretty girls, I don’t know if them comin bodes well for us. Something must be goin down.” Joe repied thoughtfully. “Think we’re getting ready for a push?”

“Don’t know and couldn’t tell ya. All I knows is, if you bastards gets me in shit with em, I skin ya alive.”

Willie let out a tired laugh. “HAHAHA oh don’t you worry, Steve. Me and the youngsters will keep an eye out ol’ Joe for you.”

“Good! That you goes for you three too. Now let’s go get some sleep.” Steve said as they reached their quarters. “We got another long day once Lil Toot is ready to go again”

And that's it for now! I apologize if it's a little rough, it's been awhile since I've done this. Archivalfag and I thought that this be a neat add-on for his quest. I hope you like it and comments and criticisms are always welcome!

Liking this series so far. Is the Russian tank witch from Tank Witches?

>>22275445
I think she's new.

>>22275445
Nope! Totally new characters. There are six of them in total, by the way. All of them made by deculture of MGNQ.

>>22275434
It's not a bad start at all, looking forward to how the crew develops and what they get into.

>>22275445

Yes, she's sort of an original character, hahaha.

Thanks for supporting Crimson, it's a bit of a combined effort between me and Archival (although he'll be doing a lot of the writing).

>>22275478
thank you good sir! I also now realize a name would be good for future posting.

>>22275496
>>22275474
Hm, I expect great things in the coming days. Great and terrible things.

>>22275569
Now I actually have an idea of what I'm doing. Sort of. Prepare thy body.

>>22275596
You gonna be throwing this on sup/tg/? Would just like to know if I need to leave this open or I can just find it there later.

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>>22275596
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>>22269749
bump