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>>30800950
> SEPTEMBER 14, 1938 <
> NEAR MUNICH, GERMANY <

You carry two trays of lunch, full of what leftover beef and some veggies there were. After some nice quick cooking, you’re on your way to feed lunch to the prisoner.

“Do we really need to feed her too?” asks Sumire AKA Magical Girl Lightning who follows you there.

You nod. “She’s our prisoner, there’s no reason not to mistreat her. This is a Zeppelin, not Andersonville.”

“But the first time you gave her breakfast she didn’t say anything,” says Sumire. “She just stared out the window as if glaring at it will make the glass melt and free her. It’s actually kind of creepy.”

“Well irregardless,” you say. “Even if she doesn’t want to say anything to us, we won’t punish her for that.” You arrive at her room, locked up from the outside. Sumire quickly unlocks it and allows for you to step in.

Mecha Magical Girl Tiger has been fitted with an anti-magic collar, to keep her from an easy breakout. For further security, her hands were also roped together. Lastly, she wears nothing but a white shirt and white pants, having her old uniform be stripped of her while she was asleep. As Sumireg put it, it wasn’t a fun job.

She glares over at you, sitting at her bed. You place her lunch on a nice fold out table in front of her and place your own lunch in your lap. “Good afternoon,” you say.

She simply stares at you, angrily. Good thing she’s not Superman or else you’d be nothing but ashes at this point.

> “So, what’s your name?”
> “The Magisch Korps, how close are they to finding Atlantis?”
> “You’re going to starve to death if you don’t eat.”
> Other

>>30800965
>You must be hungry. Have some food.

successful interrogations are often impossible to tell apart from making friends with the enemy.

>>30800965
> “You’re going to starve to death if you don’t eat.”

>>30801025
Very much this

> “You’re going to starve to death if you don’t eat.”

You say, “Please, eat. You must be starving by now.”

Tiger continues staring holes into you, you can actually hear her stomach moan for the freshcooked food in front of her, but she remains as unmoving as a rock. Girl has stones, you got to give her that much.

“It’s not poisoned,” you say. You pick up a knife and a fork and start cutting into a bit of beef. “Really. Just eat something.”

Tiger looks down at her plate, then slowly brings up her hands to pick up a knife, then a fork. She carefully cuts out a slice of beef, then jabs it with her fork, all without breaking eye contact with you.

Sumire was right, that is actually kind of creepy.

You say, “Go on. It won’t bite.”

Tiger slowly brings to her mouth, then bites down on it, chewing it thoughtfully.

…

You now kind of wish you had just left her back there.

“Um,” you say. “How is it?”

She swallows, then continues staring back at you. She slowly pushes the tray away from herself, apparently finished.

You sigh. You’ve probably got more important things to do.

> Make contact with Operator #5.
> See if any of the other Magical Girls needs something.
> Continue the interrogation.
> Other

>>30801311
> See if any of the other Magical Girls needs something.
"I'll be back later, alright?"

>>30801311
> See if any of the other Magical Girls needs something.
Might as well, the new ones could have culture shock for example.

>>30801311
> See if any of the other Magical Girls needs something.
We can go chat with the new girls, and maybe she'll be more willing to eat without us watching.

> See if any of the other Magical Girls needs something.

You stand up and take your lunch with you. “I’ll be back. Okay?”

She returns to looking out the window. Eh, you’ll get through to her, one way or another.

You walk out and downstairs to the main level. Your new arrivals, Archer and Winter, have settled themselves in quite nicely. Unfortunately, because you’re over German air-space, deploying one of the Sparrow’s Sparrowhawks might get them shot down and quickly imprisoned again.

Thus, Archer and Winter wait in the hangar bay, excitedly chatting in Russian. You quickly down your lunch and walk over to them. “Hey, girls. Need anything?”

Archer says, “Oh, we’re making ourselves feel welcome here until we can return home. Winter tells me she’s been missing her office with the NKVD.”

You nod, looking over at Winter. “The NKVD huh?”

Winter nods, saying something in a very smug tone. Archer translates it as, “You have a problem with it?”

“No problem with it,” you say. “If there’s anything I can do though to make you feel a bit more welcome, just tell me.”

With that, you leave the British and the Russian. You head up to the bridge where Jeanine AKA Magical Girl Siren is at the wheel, with Rana Scott AKA Magical Girl Bomber watching over her shoulder curiously. “Jeanine, how are you doing?”

Jeanine says, “If you’re wondering why I’m still here, it’s because the damn Nazis had my company shut down through brute force. Now I’m broke and penniless.”

“Ah, I’m sorry about that,” you say.

“Don’t be,” says Jeanine. “It’s Lightning’s fault anyway. Once this affair is through and done, I’m going to tear her a new asshole.”

You nod slowly. “Okay then.”

[1/3]

>>30801879
Suddenly, one of the consoles to the side beeps. Rana walks over to it, “It’s Operator #5,” she says. You walk over to it, and true to her word an image of Operator #5, or more rather the back of his armchair and a bit of his arm, is on screen.

“Liberty. I trust you’re well,” he says.

“I am, sir. We managed to pick up two Magical Girls, well three technically, and freed about fifty others from Magisch Korps captivity.”

“Very good,” says Operator #5. “Bomber also processed the papers you picked up from the lab, terrible stuff the Nazis are doing. The Purple Sector is going to be strengthened by these Wonder Soldier projects. However, we must focus on the now. Mr. Joanes is recuperating in London at this moment and thus is a bit indisposed. He tells us of a colleague of his who has been press-ganged into service by the Thule Society. Apparently she’s now in Munich under armed guard.”

You nod. “Alright. What do you want from me then?”

“Extract her, bring her to London safe and sound where she can help us,” says Operator #5. “I’ve reviewed the situation, you’re not likely to run into the Magisch Korps after the blow you dealt them but you’ll still probably run into Storm Elite and Anti-Magic Troopers. Additionally, since this is on foreign soil, we must exercise stealth. Bomber, is the uniform ready?”

>>30801898
[3/3]

Bomber nods. “Yes.”

“Uniform?” you ask.

Operator #5 says, “Bomber has secured Mecha Magical Girl Tiger’s uniform for your own use, it appears to be about your size. We’ve also printed out false papers for you. All you have to do is sneak in and take her quietly. Should be simple.”

“Alright,” you say.

“Lastly, you might want a companion for this. I’ll let you select that one personally, choose someone who won’t look out of place. Any questions?”

“No sir,” you say.

“Good. Report back to me later tonight with news of your success. Good luck.”

Bomber smiles. “So, who do you want to take with you?”

> Lightning
> Bomber
> Siren
> Archer
> Winter
> “I’ll go alone.”

>>30801915
Lets take Siren, she should be useful for getting past gaurds

>>30801915
Does anyone speak German? Because that would probably be useful.

>>30802030
seconding this one.

“Does anyone here speak German?” you ask.

Jeanine shakes her head. “I’m limited to Jap, Chinese, and my native French.”

Bomber shrugs. “Don’t ask me.”

You walk over to the intercom and press the button, then speak into the microphone. “Does anyone here speak German?”

Sumire and Archer bust through the door. “I speak German!” they say simultaneously.

You narrow your eyes at Sumire. “You speak German?”

“Well, you did recruit me under the nose of German troopers in Gibraltar,” she says. “Of course I’d have to learn the language.”

Archer nods. “I speak German as well.”

Bomber asks you, “Who do you want to take then?”

> Archer
> Lightning
> “I’ll go alone.”
> Other

>>30802187
> Lightning
Let Archer rest some more, Sumire is a good girl.

>>30802187
> Archer
This is a sneaking mission, not a murder everything mission.

>>30802243
but it could be if you believe

>>30802187
>Lightning

>>30802266
please excuse me, sleep deprivation has afflicted me with Magical Girl Dyslexia

>Archer

Sumire, go bless her, cannot into stealth/subtlety

>>30802187
> Archer
I doubt the wisdom of bringing the (adorably) violent japanese merc on a subtle prisoner extraction.

>>30802313
>>30802375
Make sure she understands that, then. she's still a merc.

"It's not that you're not a great magical girl, Surime...but you like beating up everything, and while that's admirable this mission requires more sneaking and less stabbing."

>>30802187
>Lightning
also
>irregardless
why would you do that

>>30802187
> Archer

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> Not taking the Brit on a sneaking mission
> Year of our Lord and Saviour 1938

> Archer

“Archer, you’re up. Think you can do it?”

Archer smiles. “After what you did for me, a thousand times over!”

Sumire frowns. “But I wanted to go…”

You say, “Now, Sumire. As much as I’d like to have you go and as much muscle-y… muscle you are. I need subtlety.”

“Hey!” says Sumire. “I can be subtle! Japs and Krauts get along like peas and carrots!”

Archer says, “But when was the last time you saw a Jap in Germany?”

“… Okay, that’s a good point. Fine, I’ll stay,” says Lightning.

With that, you hurriedly rush to get Mecha Magical Girl Tiger’s uniform on you. It’s a bit of a tight squeeze and the skirt might be an inch short but otherwise, you look presentable enough. You also receive your papers, your new name now is “Helga Helgenson.”

Real creative, Operator #5.

You dock in the Munich Airport among a huge row of Zeppelins. You and Archer leave, Archer having adopted plain grey overalls to match your black Nazi uniform. Archer smirks, saying, “You make a fine looking Kraut, Liberty.”

“Quiet you.”

>>30802625
The two of you walk amongst the busy crowds of the airport. Operator #5 left further mission details along with your fake papers. Apparently you’ll be driven down to the location of the captured archaeologist and hopefully, if you’re lucky, you’ll be able to get her out without too much fuss.

“Fraulein Helgenson!” yells a Nazi Official. “Over here!” You walk over to him, a tall man, enthusiastic enough. He speaks to you in German, to which Archer responds. The Official nods, apparently understanding. He leads you to the car.

“What did you say to him?” you whisper.

“I told him you were mute and I was your communicator,” says Archer. Good call.

You sit inside the Official’s nice looking car in the backseat. Riding shotgun is another Offical, of the Gestapo. Oh boy.

The Gestapo agent looks back at you, skeptical. He asks you something in German.

> Present your papers.
> Sign language to Archer (They probably don’t sign language anyway, not like you do either.)
> Remain quiet.
> Other

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>>30802506
>seriously guys...

>>30802653
> Sign language to Archer (They probably don’t sign language anyway, not like you do either.)
Let's try it!

>>30802653
> Sign language to Archer (They probably don’t sign language anyway, not like you do either.)

>>30802653
> Sign language to Archer (They probably don’t sign language anyway, not like you do either.)
And our cover is already blown. Eh, try it anyway.

>>30802653
> Sign language to Archer (They probably don’t sign language anyway, not like you do either.)
Don't exaggerate.

>>30802653
>Sign language to Archer
The best time to bullshit is when nobody knows you're bullshitting

> Sign language to Archer

You quickly make some indiscriminate random hand gestures to Archer. Archer looks at you confusedly, then realizes what you’re trying to do. Archer speaks in German to the Gestapo agent.

The Gestapo agent looks between the two of you carefully, then looks forward again as the car drives.

Archer leans over, whispering in your ear. “I told him you were mute and incredibly shy.”

You’d say something to that but that’d blow your cover.

The car ride is quiet and awkward as you look out into the German city. Swastikas, swastikas everywhere. Stormtroopers guarding Woolworths to keep Jews out. You even see some Stormtroopers burning books in an alleyway. Disgusting. Your Trooper Leader would have found it horrible definitely.

Finally though, you arrive where you need to go. A very nondescript building in the city. All of you get out of the car, and Stormtroopers stomp and give a quick Nazi Salute to you.

The Nazi Official invites you in, continuing to speak in German. He leads the Gestapo Agent further into the building.

> Try and find the VIP
> Scout the place
> Other

>>30802935
> Try and find the VIP

>>30802935
> Scout the place

>>30802935
>> Try and find the VIP

>>30802935
>Scout the place

if the VIP is here, we'll find a sign of them, and we can just cower and be shy if we get called on it. Just remember to keep quiet and make hand gestures all the time, then get offended-looking when they don't respond.

>Rudall cthinie
dammit, the last thing we need is another german ace sniffing into our cover.\

>>30802935
> Try and find the VIP
That's what our cover says we're here for, poking around would probably be pretty suspicious.

> Try and find the VIP

You and Archer walk up the stairs. It’s actually quite the establishment they have here. There’s only a few guards, but you guess that for someone this important, they probably have something a bit more flexible guarding the VIP. Occasionally a Gestapo agent passes you by, looking suspiciously at you, but nothing takes thankfully.

Finally, you reach a door guarded by a huge man in a black uniform, probably SS. That must be where they’re holding the VIP. It’s further confirmed when a group of five Gestapo agents enter in, with weapons too.

You and Archer walk up to the man and present your papers. He looks at them carefully, then says, “Nein.”

You don’t have to be German to figure out he’s denying you. Your papers must not be in order.

> Take him down stealthily (Roll 1d100 Best of three – Highest)
> Give him the puppy dog eyes.
> See if you can’t find another way into the room.
> Other

>>30803212
> Take him down stealthily (Roll 1d100 Best of three – Highest)

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>>30803212
> Give him the puppy dog eyes.

Rolled 35

>>30803285
urf durf

>>30803212
> Give him the puppy dog eyes.

Even Nazis can fall prey to the puppy dog eyes.

>>30803212
> Other
Give him the harsh Teutonic glare of a German being denied something that is written down on paper.

>>30803419
This. And hand gesture angrily to Archer making her say something along the lines of "IF YOU DON'T LET ME IN I'LL FUCK YOUR LIFE UP"

> Give him the puppy dog eyes.

You blink, then look up at him, pouting. You didn’t want to have to do this but damn it there are measures to be taken!

…

The Guard laughs, slapping his knee. Archer looks at you funny. The Guard presses his hand on your head and rustles your hair. Damn it, stop that, you’re not a kitten. You frown angrily at this. You gesture to Archer, who says something to the guard. The guard simply shakes his head, saying “Nein, nein.”

Archer sighs, then whispers into your ear. “He won’t let us in because we don’t have proper authorization.”

You step back a bit down the hallway with the Archer. The Guard goes back to… guarding. You whisper, “Do I look like the Domino Lady to you?”

“I’d assumed you’d have a plan for this,” says Archer.

Do you have a plan for this?

> Take him down stealthily (Roll 1d100 Best of three – Highest)
> Take him down loudly and bust the door down. (Roll 1d100 Best of three – Highest)
> Try and find an alternate entrance.
> Other

>>30803571
> Try and find an alternate entrance.

>>30803571
> Try and find an alternate entrance.

>>30803571
>> Take him down stealthily (Roll 1d100 Best of three – Highest)
This is a sneaking mission

>>30803571
> Try and find an alternate entrance.
Avoid blowing our cover until the latest possible moment.

>>30803571
> Try and find an alternate entrance.

Man, now I can't bring myself to take down that guard. Seems like a cool dude.

>>30803571
Different entrance seems to be the only way

>>30803571
>> Try and find an alternate entrance.

>>30803642
Agreed.

> Try and find an alternate entrance.

You and Archer look around the building, trying to find some kind of alternate entrance into the room. You even scout around the alleyway a bit, but only for a few minutes. Unfortunately, it appears the room is centered in the building, and thus that door is pretty much the only man-sized way in.

Thankfully, you’re a little girl. There are ways for you to get in.

Like an airvent.

You sigh. Great. This vent is in a room next to the one you’re trying to sneak into thankfully. Archer carefully hoists you up and into the vent. This one is a lot tighter than the one back at that base from last night, but you think you can manage it.

Finally, you hear some German. You pull yourself up to a grate and look down into it. From what you can see, you can tables full of charts, maps, notes, and other some such. Inside are five Gestapo agents, apparently having a heated conversation with your VIP.

“Yeah, yeah,” says the VIP. “Save it, Fritz. If you wanted me to work faster, maybe you shouldn’t have kidnapped me and made me work from this room. Archaeology is field work, I have to get out of the library some time.”

Hm. Confrontational. Kind of reminds you of someone.

Then you hear a worrying buckling noise. Oh boy. All the Germans look up at the vent above them. You quickly drag yourself back to avoid being seen.

Too late, the vent rips itself from the ceiling from the weight of your body and slams down onto the table, taking you with it.

You slowly crawl forward and poke your head out, to the angry gaze of five Gestapo Agents and…

No. Oh no. Anybody but her. Nope. Nope. Nope. NOPE. NOPE. LORD STRIKE YOU DOWN NOW.

> “Hi, Mom.”
> Slink back into the vent.
> Remain silent.
> Other

>>30803823
> “Hi, Mom.”
hahaha what

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>>30803823
> “Hi, Mom.”

>>30803823
Oh shit, um fire firing randomly if we have a gun or something and book it with the VIP

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>>30803823
>Hi, Mom.

>>30803823
> “Hi, Mom.”
What a tweeeeest! Not Shyamalan-worthy though.

>>30803823
> Remain silent.
Don't give anything away. Save the breath and begin asskicking.

>>30803823
>> Remain silent.
One vote for the (slightly more) intelligent choice.

> “Hi, Mom.”

You slowly grin in a nervous reaction. “… Hi, Mom.”

The Gestapo agents all confusedly look over at Mom, Carol Hunter. She’s dressed impeccably in nice brown suit pants, a white blouse, and a leather jacket. Mom sighs, then quickly punches out an Agent. All the others yell in surprise as Mom grabs the Agent’s MP40 and shoots up the room, blasting all the agents to bits.

The Guard opens the door, yelling and aiming his rifle. Mom shreds him with the remaining ammo.

You blink, looking around. “What the- Look what you did!” you yell, still in the vent. You crawl out hurriedly and shout, “I can’t believe what you did!”

Mom says, “What are you doing here and why are you wearing that Kraut get up?”

You say, “I’m here to rescue you!”

“I don’t need rescuing.”

TYPICAL.

Archer runs into the room, Mom points her gun at her, but you quickly step in the way. “Whoa, whoa! She’s with me! We were trying to help you!”

Mom looks at you, disgusted. “Really. Well, ain’t that something. Do you happen to have a way out, Kid?”

Archer nods. “Of course, we can lead you there.”

“Come on,” you say. All of you head out the door, the shouts of approaching Germans behind you. The car is still outfront, but maybe running on foot is an appropriate idea.

> Take the Car
> Run for it
> Other

>>30804104
> Take the Car

And if we can set something on fire behind us as we're leaving, do so. Fire is always the best option.

>>30804104
CAR CHASE TIME. GO FOR THE CAR

>>30804104
> Take the Car
>>30804164
Agreed.

>>30804104
> Take the Car
Obviously.

>>30804104
> Take the Car

Get in the car, fools!

>>30804104
> Take the Car

Car chase! Also damn, mom is cold blooded.

> Take the Car

“You’re not taking your notes with you?” you ask as you break into the car.

Mom says, “I got it all-“ she taps her head, “-In here.”

You roll eyes. Typical. You head into the passenger seat, while Archer takes the driver’s spot. Your mom enters the backseat and starts looking for anything useful.

Archer says, “Do you know her, Liberty?”

“She’s my mother,” you say.

Archer looks back and smiles, offering her hand. “Nice to meet you!”

“Drive!” you scream.

The car speeds down the street as Nazis pour out of the building, getting to their own vehicles. While you’re here, you might as well fill Mom in on the details.

“… and Mr. Joanes was wounded?” she says. She shakes her head. “Warned him about this affair. Next thing you’ll tell me Anselm Schwarz is trying to go after Atlantis too.”

You say, “Well, Mom. He’s dead.”

“Dead!?” she shouts. “What happen?”

“I might have killed him.”

Before your mom can lecture you on why violence is wrong, Archer looks in the rearview and says, “We’ve got company!” Another car rolls up besides your own, aiming to get in close to grab at Mom.

> Try and find something useful in the car
> “Evasive action, Archer!”
> Transform and Fight!
> Other

>>30804381
>Before your mom can lecture you on why violence is wrong
Oh, like she has room to talk. Besides, it's not like he was human anymore.

> Try and find something useful in the car

>>30804381
> Try and find something useful in the car
> “Evasive action, Archer!”
We can do both.

Mom is a meguca too, isn't she.

>>30804381
> Transform and Fight!
Ha ha time for AMERICA!

>>30804381
> “Evasive action, Archer!”

>>30804381
> Try and find something useful in the car
> “Evasive action, Archer!”

>>30804381
> Try and find something useful in the car
> “Evasive action, Archer!”

> Try and find something useful in the car
> “Evasive action, Archer!”

Archer spins the wheel, sending the car right into oncoming traffic. The Nazi car keeps where it is, deciding not to risk itself.

“I haven’t driven anything this hard since Egypt!” yells Archer.

You reach into the glovebox and look for something. You pull out a Luger. “Mom! I found a gun!”

“Well, give it to me, there’s no way in hell I’m trusting a kid with a gun!” she yells. You puff your cheeks out, reluctantly handing her the Luger. You’re not a kid darn it.

She leans out of the window and fires away at the car. Another car comes out of an alleyway, a stormtrooper leaning out and firing his MP40. You duck, the shots shredding the windshield and the car door. Mom keeps firing, landing shots on their engines and tires.

Finally, she hits a driver square on between the eyes. The car spins out of control, then tips over, flipping end over and end and then bursting spectacularly into flames.

You sigh. Okay, that’s one problem averted.

Then the car shakes, two huge foot sized dents in the roof appear. A girl wearing a stormtrooper uniform and a swastika armband jumps onto the engine block and rips off the roof, forcing you into the fresh cold air. She pulls out a giant sword, a Zweihander to be precise and brandishes it at the three of you.

> MAGICAL GIRL SLASHER! <

> Transform and Fight! (Roll 1d100 Best of three – Highest)
> Tell Archer to try and shake her off.
> Other

Rolled 97

>>30804651
> Transform and Fight! (Roll 1d100 Best of three – Highest)
Gonna have to do so eventually.

>>30804651
> Transform and Fight! (Roll 1d100 Best of three – Highest)
I think we may have lost the element of stealth.

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>>30804720

Rolled 73

>>30804651
> Transform and Fight! (Roll 1d100 Best of three – Highest)

Rolled 7

>>30804651
> Transform and Fight! (Roll 1d100 Best of three – Highest)
Fist of freedom!

Rolled 96

>>30804745
Well that was silly of me.

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>>30804720
gg wp

>>30804651
Ha ha time to fight for LIBERTY

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>>30804720
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

> Transform and Fight! (97)

> MAGICAL GIRL LIBERTY! <

You stand up and bring your shield to bear against her downward slash. The Zweihander connects with your shield, creating a great explosion of blue magical embers. You push it out of the way and kneecap her with your shield, sending her into a kneel.

Slasher grits her teeth and tries to sweep your head from its shoulders. You duck just in time, as do Archer and Mom. You backhand her with your shield, throwing her overboard and onto the street.

You smile, looking back at Mom, only for her to look at you disapprovingly. Oh come on, that was awesome and you know it.

Archer yells, “We’re almost at the airport!”

Another few cars full of Stormtroopers arrive behind you. Even Mom’s going to have trouble dispatching them all.

> Go car hopping. (Roll 1d100 Best of three – Highest)
> Stay on the car and deflect bullets. (Roll 1d100 Best of three – Highest)
> Other

Rolled 75

>>30804918
>> Stay on the car and deflect bullets. (Roll 1d100 Best of three – Highest)

Rolled 68

>>30804918
> Stay on the car and deflect bullets. (Roll 1d100 Best of three – Highest)

Rolled 66

>>30804918
> Stay on the car and deflect bullets. (Roll 1d100 Best of three – Highest)

Rolled 36

>>30804918
> Stay on the car and deflect bullets. (Roll 1d100 Best of three – Highest)
Shoot them with their own bullets (via deflection) for maximum coolness.

Rolled 70

>>30804918
> Go car hopping. (Roll 1d100 Best of three – Highest)

This can go so wrong in so many ways that we have to give it a try.

Rolled 58

>>30804918
>> Go car hopping. (Roll 1d100 Best of three – Highest)
RULE OF COOL

> Stay on the car and deflect bullets. (75)

You stand on the boot of the car, raising your shields to block their pistol and machine gun fire. You even deflect some of their shots back at them, smashing their engines blocks or tires.

One car manages to speed up alongside you. The backseat passenger pulls out an MG34 and fires full blast at you. You pull your shield up just in time for shots to start ricocheting everywhere but your car. Their car ends up trashed from all the ricochet, and thus they spin out of control and burst into flames, impacting a lamppost and exploding spectacularly.

Archer busts through the gates of the airport as you speed onto the runway. You wave at your Zeppelin, trying to signal them to take off. Ah, they’ll never see you from this distance.

You look over to see Nazi Security coming in Kubelwagens and even a Panzer I near the Sparrow. Oh boy.

Mom asks you, “Got any big plans, Kid?”

Archer stands up, foot on the wheel. She transform.

> MAGICAL GIRL ARCHER! <

She pulls out her Magical Longbow and fires a shot at the Panzer I. It strikes the turret, then explodes, scattering all the cars.

“Nice shot!” you say.

“Thanks very much,” says Archer simply. “Could do with some tea though.”

Mom says, “Hey, there are still cars following us.”

> Go car hopping. (Roll 1d100 Best of three – Highest)
> Stay on the car and deflect bullets. (Roll 1d100 Best of three – Highest)
> Other

Rolled 61

>>30805260
> Stay on the car and deflect bullets. (Roll 1d100 Best of three – Highest)
The easiest way.

Rolled 47

>>30805260
>Stay on the car and deflect bullets. (Roll 1d100 Best of three – Highest)
Home stretch, let's not push our luck

Rolled 77

>>30805260
> Go car hopping. (Roll 1d100 Best of three – Highest)

Rolled 53

>>30805260
> Stay on the car and deflect bullets. (Roll 1d100 Best of three – Highest)

Rolled 65

>>30805260
> Go car hopping. (Roll 1d100 Best of three – Highest)

Rolled 22

>>30805260
> Go car hopping. (Roll 1d100 Best of three – Highest)
Fine Mom, we'll make the cars stop following us then.

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Rolled 92

>>30805260
>> Stay on the car and deflect bullets. (Roll 1d100 Best of three – Highest)

Maybe I still have my luck from yesterday.

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>>30805382

Yup. I still do. :D

>>30805382
>>30805410

Best of three buddy, count the rolls.

Rolled 25

>>30805260
car hoping

Rolled 39

>>30805260
See? This is way we should bring Lightning along

>>30805427
Don't care. I got my roll. I'm done for the day.

> Stay on the car and deflect bullets. (61)

You keep your shields up, blocking bullets as you get closer to the Sparrow. The rounds wash over your shields like dirtclods. The cars begin slowing down considerably. Ha, they’re giving up.

The car pulls up in front of the Sparrow. The engine nacelles are already powered up. Lightning and Siren are outside, waving you in.

“Oh boy!” yells Lightning. “Time for some action!” Before Lightning can transform, Siren shoves her out of the way.

“Get inside, chienne,” says Siren. Lightning glares at her, then waves you inside.

You all hop out and start inside. Siren transforms.

> MAGICAL GIRL SIREN! <

She plants her feet steadily then takes a deep breath as Nazi Stormtroopers dismount and close in to arrest you. Nope.

> SPECIAL MOVE! <
> SIREN’S SCREAM! <

Siren screams, sending her shockwave forward and tearing up most of the runway. The Nazis all cover their ears falling to the ground, exploding with blood as they are now deafened, if not outright killed by the intense roar.

Siren stops her screaming, panting a bit, then runs inside the ship.

“Get us out of here!” you yell to Bomber as she powers the ship out of the runway and makes westward.

Mom asks, “They’re not going to follow us are they?”

Archer says, “We keep low and stay in the clouds, we should be able to avoid detection.”

Mom nods, then looks over at Bomber. “Take us to London. I need to talk to Scott.”

Bomber quirks her brow. “Who?”

“Scott Joanes, the archaeologist. Slight guy, kind of nervous, talks with a British accent.”

Bomer looks at you, and you nod reassuredly. Bomber says, “Okay.” She turns the wheel and starts plotting a course.

> Contact Operator #5
> Talk to one of the Magical Girls (Who?)
> Talk to your Mother
> Other

>>30805545
> Contact Operator #5
Avoid mother at all costs.

>>30805545
>> Contact Operator #5
Using appropriate age expletives ask him why he didn't tell us it was OUR MOTHER!

>>30805545
>Contact Operator
He has some explaining to do

>>30805545
>> Contact Operator #5
Mister has some explaining to do.

>>30805570
Agreed.

>>30805545
> Contact Operator #5

>>30805545
> Contact Operator #5
Joanes is Liberty's dad, calling it now.

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>>30805627
No, you fool, her father is deeeeeeeeeeeeead!

> Contact Operator #5

You quickly hit some dials and buttons on the communications console. Soon, an image of Operator #5’s armchair and part of his arm come up on screen. “Liberty. How’d the mission go?”

You say, “We got the VIP, loudly I might admit but she’s here with us and I don’t think the Nazis will suspect SSO involvement-“

Mom leans over your shoulder. “Who are you talking to?”

“Mom!” you yell. You gently shove her away. “I’m talking to someone! This is secret agent stuff! Go away!”

Mom angrily frowns at you. “Excuse me? I am your mother, I have a right to know what you have been doing all these years!”

“I don’t ask you about your archaeology stuff, Mom, so don’t ask about me being a Magical Girl, okay?” Mom simply scoffs at your response. Whatever, you return to the screen. “Sir, why didn’t you tell me my mother was the VIP?”

“Hunter’s a pretty common name, I just didn’t assume it,” he says, waving his hand around, the skull ring on his finger shining in the light.

You sigh. “Okay, that’s reasonable I suppose.”

“She’s your mother though?” asks Operator #5.

“Yes, we’re a bit uh…” you look back, seeing your Mom stand by Bomber as she operates the wheel, “We’re a bit estranged.”

[1/2]

>>30805743
killed...
[_] in an accident that gave her magical girl powers
[_] by the nazis
[_] missing and presumed dead
[_] in a freak event that involved among other things a hamster and duct tape

>>30805792
[2/2]
[2/2]

“Ah, my sympathies. I suppose it can’t be too easy considering the death of Dr. Hunter your father, but we have to consider the mission first. Where are you headed now?”

“London.”

“Alright, you can recuperate there for a couple of days, then I need you and your mother on the Atlantis thing, before the Nazis find it.”

You nod. “Alright, sir.”

“One more thing, Liberty. I was made aware you captured an enemy Magical Girl last night during your escape from the Magisch Korps. How is she holding up?”

You say, “She won’t talk, but otherwise… yeah she won’t talk.”

“Alright, when you arrive in London, we’ll take possession of her, see what she knows.”

> “Alright, sir.”
> “Actually, I’d like to take responsibility for her, sir.”
> Other

>>30805809
>> “Actually, I’d like to take responsibility for her, sir.”

>>30805809
> “Actually, I’d like to take responsibility for her, sir.”
As if we're giving up our kitten.

>>30805809
> “Actually, I’d like to take responsibility for her, sir.”
Probably a trap, but I'm too soft to not take it anyway.

>>30805809
> “Actually, I’d like to take responsibility for her, sir.”

...

>>30805809
>> “Actually, I’d like to take responsibility for her, sir.”

>>30805792
>“Hunter’s a pretty common name, I just didn’t assume it,” he says
A likely story. I bet he'll be having a good later at this. Inf act I bet he's smirking right now.

>>30805809
Taking responsibility for her might bite us in the butt but lets do it anyways

>>30805875
If she tries anything funny we'll just bite HER in the butt! That'll teach her!

>>30805875
Where I'm coming from that's a good reason to do it.

>>30805906
Nice

>>30805875

Better than leaving her to spooks.

> “Actually, I’d like to take responsibility for her, sir.”

“Actually sir, I’d like to keep her aboard. I’ll take full responsibility for her.”

“Really?” Operator #5 puts out a cigar in the ashtray. “Why’s that?”

You say, “I feel like I might be able to get some information out of her. Given time and a bit of… friendship?” you close your eyes, cringing.

“Hm.” Operator #5 runs his fingers along his desk. “I suppose I can give you this one chance, Liberty. You’re one of my top Magical Girls after all, I trust you. Fine, she’s yours to do with as you see fit.”

You smile. “Thank you, sir.”

“Right, will look forward to seeing you in London, Operator #5 out.” The image cuts out there.

You sigh. Prisoners. You never were good with them now that you think about it. But what’s the worse that could happen?

> Check on the Prisoner
> Talk to one of the Magical Girls (Who?)
> Talk to your Mother
> Other

>>30806039
> Check on the Prisoner

>>30806039
> Check on the Prisoner

>>30806039
>> Check on the Prisoner

inb4 mom barges in too

>>30806039
>> Check on the Prisoner
Let's see whether we can make any progress. If mother tries to talk to us we'll try to ignore her to the best of our ability. We have... magic girl things to take care of.

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>>30806039
> Check on the Prisoner

"Hey, we just got back from a mission where we slaughtered a few of your compatriots. Took no prisoners this time."

Hey guys, I don't think it'll be easy to get her to talk, let alone have her fight alongside us.

>>30806039
> Check on the Prisoner
Let's make sure she hasn't hung herself with bedsheets or something.

>>30806128
>>30806137
You guys must be fun at parties

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>>30806173
( ͡º ͜ʖ ͡º)

> Check on the Prisoner

You open the door slightly. Tiger is eating up the lunch you served her. When she notices you’re there, she immediately drops her knife and fork on the table and sits up straight, glaring at you.

You smile at her. “Hi! Enjoy the meal?”

She looks down at your clothes. You realize you’re still wearing her uniform. You blush, holding up your finger. “Just a minute,” you say.

…

You come back, now in your Girl Scout outfit. “Enjoy the meal?” you ask again.

Tiger blinks, still staring angrily at you.

You say, “Well, I’m just checking in on you. Making sure you’re alright. We’ll be home soon, and you’re now my responsibility. So hopefully you’ll start talking-“

“Who’s this?” asks your Mom as she peers over your shoulder.

“Mom!” you yell. “Get out of here! This is secret agent stuff!”

“I’ve travelled around the world a dozen times, what makes you think secret agent stuff is out of my league?” asks your Mom.

You shrug. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that you always left me at home with Dad?”

Mom rolls her eyes and heads down the hallway away from you.

> “Yeah, keep doing that, Mom. Definitely worked the last few times you did that.”
> See if you can get more out of Tiger
> Go see if any Magical Girls need anything
> Other

>>30806303
>> See if you can get more out of Tiger

Go in and sulk and pout to her. Complain about moms and how they screw things up.

>>30806303
>see if you can get more out of Tiger
Dat interruption

>>30806303
> “Yeah, keep doing that, Mom. Definitely worked the last few times you did that.”

>>30806303
>> “Yeah, keep doing that, Mom. Definitely worked the last few times you did that.”
Let's make it clear just how much we think of her. Which isn't very much.

>>30806303
> See if you can get more out of Tiger

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>>30806336
>>30806352
>>30806359
>>30806365

Parting shot then going in to sulk and complain

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>>30806303
> She looks down at your clothes. You realize you’re still wearing her uniform.

That's the kind of crap my DM pulls on me EVERY SINGLE SESSION. I expected more out of you, Savage. I'll make sure to explicitly say "we undress and get new clothes on us" next time.

>>30806458

tbh i was totally expecting this to happen and im totally ok with this

I'm going to quickly apologize if posting speed crawls to a halt, because it's storming like the Beaches of Normandy out here and I lost power for like a couple of minutes.

It's likely I might lose power again, whereupon I'll try posting from my laptop.

>>30806526

Well as long as it doesnt fry your computers, take your time.

While we wait, who follows LGA too?

> “Yeah, keep doing that, Mom. Definitely worked the last few times you did that.”
> See if you can get more out of Tiger

“Yeah, keep doing that, Mom. Definitely worked the last few times you did that.”

Mom looks back at you, looking a bit hurt. Then she glares at you, shaking her head. She quickens her pace, walking away.

Moms.

You walk inside and sit down on a chair across from Tiger. “So,” you say. “How are you doing?”

Tiger simply stares forward at you.

You frown. “Come on, you can’t just stare at me forever. I’m giving you a chance you know? You could’ve been rotting away in a federal prison, instead I’m your keeper so to speak.”

…

> “So, what’s your name?”
> “What are the Magisch Korps planning?”
> “Please, just talk to me.”
> Write-in
> Other

>>30806644
>> “So, what’s your name?”

>>30806526
Aw man I heard about that on the news, happening in America right? Well heres what you do, get the nearest weapon you have (Knife, Katana, ect) and go fight it but I prefer a Jaeger

>>30806644
>Name

>>30806644
> “So, what’s your name?”

>>30806644
>> “So, what’s your name?”
"I am Magical Girl Liberty, or just Chris to my friends."

Let's also sit down comfortably, implying we're here to have a good long talk instead of going to shoot out a few questions and upon receiving no response, leave.

>>30806644
>> “So, what’s your name?”

If she doesn't talk, just speak about having to rescue mom this morning

>>30806644
> Write-in

"Why did you join the military?", then have Liberty tell us the reason why she did it.

> “So, what’s your name?”

“So, what’s your name?”

Tiger continues glaring at you.

You say, “You already know me, I’m Magical Girl Liberty. Of course, my real name is Christine, Chris for short. What my friends call me, really. I don’t suppose I can just keep calling you Mecha Magical Girl Tiger, huh?” you chuckle a bit. Tiger simply continues staring at you.

You sigh.

“Anneliese.” You blink.

“Come again?” you ask.

Tiger says, “My real name is Anneliese. Anneliese Schultz. Serial number sechs-sieben-neun-vier-drei-zwei-zwei-vier.”

You nod slowly. “… Okay.”

Tiger continues staring ahead at you.

> “That’s a nice name.”
> “That’s pretty military.”
> “What are the Magisch Korps planning?”
> Write-in
> Other

>>30806885

> Write-in
>>30806764

>>30806885
>> “That’s a nice name.”

>>other
When she doesn't answer:

"Any family back home? Do you need us to send a message to anyone saying you're fine?"

>>30806885
By Serial Number does she mean rank or something or is she some test-tube magical nazi?

>>30806885
> “That’s a nice name.”
then >>30806764

>>30806885
>Thats a nice name
Also can we ask her about Slasher

> “That’s a nice name.”
> Other

“That’s a nice name,” you say. You shrug, “Definitely better than Christine.”

Tiger simply looks at you, unfazed.

You say, “So, why’d you join the military? Or… well the Nazis in general?”

…

You say, “That a sensitive topic?” You shrug. “Well… you know I joined up with the SSO because of my Dad. When he found out about my Magical Powers, suddenly he leaves the lab and… well he becomes a real father to me. Um…” you scratch the back of your head. “You have parents right?”

…

“Okay then,” you say. “Well, my Mom was always off chasing treasures and lost cities, my Dad was always experimenting with magic. When he found out I was a Magical Girl, he really reentered my life so to speak. I joined the SSO because he wanted me by him in the lab too, and I was happy about that, really.”

…

“Well, you know how things go. Spies find out about things, they want to sabotage stuff. He… he saved me, at his own life.” You look down at the floor. “So. That’s why I work for the SSO, right?”

You feel a hand on your shoulder. You look up to see Tiger placing a hand on your shoulder, stoically. You smile at her.

There’s a knock at the door. Tiger immediately withdraws her hand and returns to glaring at you. Sumire comes through the door. “Hey, Chris. Can I talk to you?”

> “Can it wait?”
> “Sure, Sumire.”
> Other

>>30807175
>> “Sure, Sumire.”

"I'll visit again soon."

>>30807175
> “Sure, Sumire.”

>>30807175
> “Sure, Sumire.”

> “Sure, Sumire.”

You say to Anneliese, “I’ll visit again, soon.” She simply stares at you as you walk out of the room and shut the door behind you. “What’s up, Sumire?”

Sumire shrugs. “What’s up? I’m just wondering if you’re okay as all.”

You blink. What? Sumire’s concerned about you? “Excuse me?”

“Just, you know. Your Mom’s on board.”

“Oh that,” you say. “Yeah, I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

Sumire crosses her arms, smirking. “I just consider myself a good reader of other people. You especially considering the few weeks we’ve been together. You don’t suppose that maybe you’re feeling a bit… off since she’s here?”

You say, “I’m fine. She’s part of the mission. We’ll get through it. And what about you? You’re not concerned with the fact that are now like six Magical Girls on this ship and you’re feeling replaced?”

“Goodness no, I mean I get paid to fight. But I don’t mind getting paid to lie on my ass,” she says. “Though, I suppose I’m a bit shaken at the fact that you would just leave me behind in favor of someone you just picked up.”

“Look, Sumire. I appreciate all the work we’ve done together. You are a bit of a loose cannon though.” You pat her on the arm. “I’d wish you’d exercise more caution.”

Sumire rolls her eyes. “Pfft. Caution.”

> “Thank you for your concern, Sumire.”
> “Yes, caution.”
> “Just try to wind down a bit, alright?”
> Other

>>30807375
> “Just try to wind down a bit, alright?”
"Please don't make me watch you die."

>>30807375
>> Other
"Hey if we need to blow something up skyhigh, you're my first pick. Next time, ok?"

>>30807375
>> “Thank you for your concern, Sumire.”

>>30807428
This is perfect. Maybe replace "blow something up" (since that's bomber's thing) and say "dice up some Nazis" or something.

>>30807505
>>30807428
This, I like this

> Other

You say, “If we need some Nazis turned into sushi, you’re my first pick. Next time, okay?”

Sumire smiles, nodding. “Fine, fine.” She walks past you and says, “Later, Libby. When we’re in London, we’re hitting the boxing ring, I’ll get you this time.”

You smile back at her. “Yeah, sure thing, Sumire.” Like hell she’ll get you.

With that, you return to your room in the Zep. London isn’t too far for now, and it’s more or less becoming likely you’ll get some time off before traveling again. That’s something to look forward to.

Except for Mom of course, hopefully she just stays in her office like she does on the rare occasions she was ever home.

You sigh. Moms.

>itsover.jpg

>>30807622
> CAROL HUNTER! DARING, DASHING, THRILLING ADVENTURER!
> WHERE SHALL THE LIBERTY GIRLS GO NEXT?
> AND WILL THE MAGISCH KORPS BE THERE TO STOP THEM?
> TUNE IN TOMORROW FOR ANOTHER EXCITING EPISODE OF MAGICAL GIRL LIBERTY!

Follow at: https://twitter.com/SavageMGLQ

I'm debating whether or not to go right into the action for next thread or take it slow and do a short Slice-of-life-ish chapter. Let me know which you want to see either in the thread or on twitter.

See you next time!

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>>30807652
But... but I like Sumire...

>>30807659
Liberty probably needs a new, bigger apartment by now.

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>>30807659
> Slice-of-life-ish chapter

Otherwise we'll never do something like this.

>Anneliese Schultz
Hope she doesn't find out that we killed her father.

>>30807784

wait what

>>30807814
Shit, misread the name of the dude we killed a while ago. He was "Schwarz", not "Schultz"