>>43757702
[2/2]

“We can’t.” You put your hands on your hips, looking to everyone. “At least not without a fight.”

“That many Neuroi will surround us,” mutters Rascal. “They’d have to airlift us out, if that’s even an option.”

“As much as I want a fight with these dastardly black devils, I have to agree. We must pick our fights carefully, and I say we should run while we still can.” Greta, not you too. Come on! You take another look at everyone. You’ve never been more disappointed, not in them mind you. You’ve never been more disappointed in yourself, looking at them fear the enemy so.

> “Well, you guys can run. I’m staying.”
> “Fine. We’ll run.”
> “We need to stay.”
> Other

>>43757709
> “We need to stay.”

>>43757709
> “Well, you guys can run. I’m staying.”

Slow day it seems.

> “We need to stay.”

“We need to stay. I’m not going to run.” You cross your arms. “We let those guys go, who knows how many more people they’ll kill. Until they’re routed or annihilated, they’re our problem. Or… mine if you all just want to run. I’m going to.”

They all look at you, with mixtures of guilt and sadness on their faces. Rascal walks up to you. “Come on, Kid. There’s a time to brave and there’s a time to be smart.”

“I know,” you say. “This is a time to be brave.”

Rascal swallows, looking down nervously. “I… I’ll stay too then.” You pat Rascal’s shoulder, smiling. Good, good. You’ll at least need someone to cover your flank in this bunker. You look over at Thorn, Greta, and Aurelia.

“You haven’t failed me before,” says Greta. “So I will stay too.” She smiles, thumping her fist against her chest, a loud gonging resonating against the armor. “If you will die for your country, then I will die for you. As Karlsland demands from all of us.”

“She stays, I stay too,” Aurelia responds. Greta glares at Aurelia, pouting a bit. “I just want to be there for the day that you mess up.” She leans in, smirking. “And I will be there.” Greta slaps her on the chest, smiling admirably, but angrily. Aurelia grunts, crossing her arms.

“Thorn?” You look at her.

Thorn looks down, then back up at you. “I suppose you can make use of a witch on her last legs. Fine.” You nod, smiling and hugging Thorn. “Ah, don’t get too… ya little scunner.” She pushes you away, a little smile on her face. “Okay, look. How are we going to defend this little bunker? With so few explosives and anti-tank weaponry? The big ones are going to be trouble for us.”

> “We hold this bunker until we run out of ammo.”
> “We need to keep them from attacking us all at once.”
> “… honestly I was hoping you’d have a plan.”
> Other

>>43758456
> “We need to keep them from attacking us all at once.”

>>43757709
> “Well, you guys can run. I’m staying.”
"If they take this position and force a breakthrough there will be nowhere to run though."

>>43758456
> “We need to keep them from attacking us all at once.”
"Ideas?, Maybe make a daisycutter with all the mines?"

>>43758456
>> “We need to keep them from attacking us all at once.”

>>43758456
> “We need to keep them from attacking us all at once.”

> “We need to keep them from attacking us all at once.”

“We need to find a way to divide them all so we don’t get swamped by sheer numbers.” You cross your arms, sighing. “How many mines do we have? We have enough for at least a small minefield right?” Aurelia nods. “Good. We don’t have time to just lay them down and bury them so we’ll have to toss them out. Here’s what we’ll do. I’ll toss the mines out, as many as I can down the center. We split their line so they came at us in two directions that we can handle. It won’t work for long, but it’ll buy us a good amount of time. Greta, again, you’ll be our center. Aurelia will back her up. Rascal, your job will be to roam around and try and thin out their ranks. Me and Thorn will go where we’re need as reserve.”

“Alright,” they all say. Thorn and Rascal pick up the boxes of mines. You’re going to have to pitch as far as possible to get the most effect out of them. You speed on out of the bunker and set up right outside. The Neuroi are still closing in. You break open the boxes and pick up the mines. Finally, your baseball pitching skill is getting some use. You toss one, then another, and another out into the snow. Hopefully they get buried on impact, and hopefully they won’t just explode on impact.

Your arms are already feeling like jello by the time you get to the bottom of the boxes. But finally you get rid of them all, just in time to see a lesser drone get pasted by a bouncing betty. They’re starting to close in within a few hundred meters. “Get firing!” you yell to Greta and Aurelia. They nod, firing out of the bunker at the Neuroi. They pick apart larger drones while the smaller ones explode off the mines. As you expected, the swarm is parting to account for the minefield, they’re smart but that overthinking is going to be to your advantage.

[1/2]

>>43759358
[2/2]

You speed right back into the bunker with Greta and Aurelia. “They’re starting to divide up! The big ones are taking the left and the small ones are taking the right!”

Alright, where should you go? Greta and Aurelia will cover whichever flank you don’t.

> The left, where all the big but less numerous drones are going.
> The right, where all the smaller but much more numerous drones are.
> Other

>>43759375
> The left, where all the big but less numerous drones are going.
Bad news.

>>43759375
>> The right, where all the smaller but much more numerous drones are.

Greta is good for the big ones.

>>43759375
> The right, where all the smaller but much more numerous drones are.

>>43759375
>> The right, where all the smaller but much more numerous drones are.

> The right, where all the smaller but much more numerous drones are.

“Take the left, Greta. Me and Thorn will handle the right. And make sure you make your shots count, our ammo is limited!” you yell. You grab your Thompson off the table and rack the bolt. You stick the barrel through the slit and start firing off a few clumsy bursts into the horde. They find their marks into many of the small ones. “Get ‘em!”

Thorn tosses a grenade through the slit, letting it roll out and blast away some curious Neuroi edging close to the bunker. As for Rascal, well Rascal is probably otside trying to thin out the horde’s bigger members with shots from the M18. The fact that you can hear the recoilless action shoot is confirmation enough. “Hey, Kid!” Thorn looks to you. “More on the right! There!” You nod, quickly shoveling the empty mag out and loading a fresh one in. You fire off another burst, smashing a group of Neuroi.

“Anybody see any of the big ones!?” shouts Aurelia. “The ones that can actually break this bunker!?”

“They were way in the back last I saw!” you shout back. “We’re facing the small ones for now!”

A laser blast explodes off the concrete bunker, sending some dust flying off the ceiling and onto your head. “Ah!” you yelp in surprise. Seems superficial. “Rascal, get back inside!” you scream. “Rascal!” You roll your Striker out and yell to her again. “Rascal!” Then you see her writing on the ground, in pain. She’s hurt, and her Strikers look damaged. You don’t have a lot of time before they swarm her.

> Rush out and grab her, trying to get everyone else will take too long.
> Coordinate a rescue attempt, you have to play it safe.
> Other

>>43760460
>> Rush out and grab her, trying to get everyone else will take too long.

>>43760460
> Rush out and grab her, trying to get everyone else will take too long
Angry Rattlesnake time.

>>43760460
> Rush out and grab her, trying to get everyone else will take too long.
Shit. Well, here goes nothing.

>>43760460
> Rush out and grab her, trying to get everyone else will take too long.

>>43760460
>> Other
>Drag her to safety using one of your prime mover's claws.

>>43760460
Backing >>43760778.

> Rush out and grab her, trying to get everyone else will take too long.

Your Pershing Prime Mover isn’t very fast, but it will protect you and her until you get back in. You might not have the shields but you have the heart damn it! The Strikers roll forward, and you quickly brake right next to Rascal. “Rascal!” She groans, trying to get up. No time for pride, you direct your power arms to pick her up and drop her into your own arms. Alright, now it’s time to-

You’re suddenly knocked on your ass, still carrying a wounded Rascal. Something just hit you, something big. “Kid!” yells Greta. You look up to see what just hit you. And indeed, it’s not something you wanted to see right now. It had the body of a Panzer IV, but the cannon was replaced by a pair of laser projectors, and its tracks replaced by a set of four spider legs.

> SALVAGED PANZER IV <
> A Workhorse Drone <

You stand up, then quickly throw Rascal into the bunker. “Get her to safety!” Thorn and Aurelia drag her in. You look at the Panzer IV as it towers over ou. It tries to stab you with one of those sharp legs of yours, but you deftly dodge. It tries again, this time you dive to the right. This thing is fast! Not like what it just salvaged. Leave it to the Neuroi to find ways to improve on the old model.

However this time it knocks you back, throwing against the watchtower. The wooden structure collapses on top of you, sending splinters and shards all over you. Nothing shanks you thankfully, but you feel the stinging pain of bruises all over your arms and your face. The Panzer IV hops and lands on top of you, then lands its leg right on you. In desperation you grab it, feeling it just inches away from impaling you. You look to your right, your Thompson is just a few inches away if you could just reach…

> Bite the Neuroi
> Reach for your Thompson
> Call out for help
> Other

>>43761461
Damn drones.
> Bite the Neuroi

>>43761461
>> Bite the Neuroi
Venom is a bitch innit it?
then
> Reach for your Thompson

>>43761461
> Call out for help
> Reach for your Thompson

>>43761461
> Bite the Neuroi
Poison, bitches!

>>43761461
>Bite the Neuroi
Neurotoxin up in this motherfucker.

>>43761767
Dohohoho

>>43761461
>Bite the Neuroi

> Bite the Neuroi

You do the only thing you can do at this point. You grip its leg tight and bite down hard. Hopefully your dental plan held up well. To your surprise however, you feel your teeth sink right through the hard metal plating. In fact, you see sickly green veins shoot right up the leg and across the body. The big drone whines as it pulls off of you and falls over on its side. It withers and chokes on itself as it begins vomiting up white sparks from the bite wound. Whoa, when did you learn to do that?! Whatever, you grab your Thompson and drag yourself out of the fray. A drone who didn’t care for that tries to pounce on you. But you respond in kind by smashing it against the bunker wall with your power arm.

“Come on!” Thorn grabs you and pulls you in. Aurelia grabs the iron shutter and brings it down, shutting off the launch ramp from the outside world. You can hear the Neuroi ram themselves, trying to get inside to kill you. Their claws and laser blasts poke and prod around in through the slits, unable to get a bead on any of you. But it does well in scaring you away towards the center of the bunker.

“How’s Rascal?” you ask. You look to see Rascal in Greta’s arms. You find a cut on her cheek, and her top nearly completely ruined and only keeping her somewhat decent.

“She’s fine,” says Greta. “Nothing too bad, but she needs a minute or two to recover.”

[1/2]

>>43762387
[2/2]

“Well, we’re trapped in here,” says Thorn. “There’s only five of us, and there are about a thousand of them.” You sigh, rubbing your nose. “I got word back from the Air Witches, they’re getting the attention of the really big ones in back and shooting them down. But they can’t get the rest to back off. We’re on our own until relief arrives.”

You nod, rubbing your hands, and then feeling your teeth. None the worse for wear. “Alright, alright.”

Thorn looks at you, concerned. “You got something to say to us.”

“Well. I gotta say I’m sorry for dragging you all into this.” You bite your lip. “We could all die here.”

“I don’t intend to,” Thorn boasts. She looks at Greta and Aurelia. “And neither should you two. We’re here to the end, and we’re going to be the last ones standing at the end. Got that?” They both nod.

Aurelia looks at you. “I think Thorn just stole your moment.”

> “She can steal it any day.”
> “Hmph, I could do better.”
> “Let’s just get ready.”
> Other

>>43762407
> “She can steal it any day.”

>>43762407
>> “Let’s just get ready.”

>>43762407
> “Let’s just get ready.”
Grumpy kid.

>>43762407
>> “She can steal it any day.”

>>43762407
> “Let’s just get ready.”

>>43762407
>“She can steal it any day.”

>>43762407
>> “She can steal it any day.”

>>43762407
> “Let’s just get ready.”
U fags leae Kid is the Sarge not Thorn.

> “She can steal it any day.”

You sigh. “She can steal it from me any day. Right now we’ve got these guys to deal with.” You quickly reload your Thompson. “Let’s force them away from the windows, before they can get an opening.” They all nod. Thorn grabs a knife off of her belt and stabs it into one drone. It screeches as it dies and fades into white. You spray the slits on your side with accurate fire, smashing drones apart. The others repeat your act. Bullets will be your curtain, and what a curtain they will be to shroud you from their attack.

Eventually, the Neuroi stop their ineffectual attacking. You shove a grenade through the windows in a moment of lull. You don’t know what happens next in the explosion, but you hope it was something good. “Ha!” You smirk as you grab another grenade and toss it through. “Eat this!” It explodes again. This time a piece of Neuroi flies in before fading into white.

“I’m out of ammo!” says Thorn. She pulls out her sidearm and runs over to the ammo table. She quickly starts gathering more rounds to load in her magazines.

A laser blast flies in through a slit, nearly cooking Greta. “Whoa!” Greta slides to the left. “Not falling for that!” She fires a shot, probably erasing whatever was on the other side of her gun out of existence. “Ha!”

Rascal groans, pushing herself back up. “What happened?” She looks around. “What happened to the M18!?”

[1/2]

>>43763493
[2/2]

Fuck. You lost it back there. “It’s gone, I had to grab you, not the rifle.” She slaps the ground in frustration. “Don’t beat yourself over it, the backblast would choke us out anyway in here.” You all begin falling back to one of the walls, away from the windows. The drones beat against the iron doors, they haven’t forced their way in but if they do…

Aurelia bites her lip. “Listen, if this is the end, I just want you girls to know you made it worthwhile. And I love you too, Greta!” Greta stares at her, disgusted. “… in a sisterly way.”

> “Save it for when we get out of here.”
> “It’s been an honor.”
> “I love you all too!”
> Other

>>43763510
> “Save it for when we get out of here.”
Dying? No such thing!

>>43763510
>> “It’s been an honor.”
>>Other
"...usually after saying that cavalry will suddenly comes and save the day... fat chance huh?"

>>43763510
>> “Save it for when we get out of here.”

>>43763510
>> “Save it for when we get out of here.”
You'll die when I order you to and that time isn't today."

>>43763510
> “I love you all too!”

> “Save it for when we get out of here.”

“Girls, you’re speaking way too son, we’re not dying yet. Save that talk for when we get out of here.” Thorn nods, agreeing with you in full. “Greta, Aurelia. Keep firing. Rascal, stay behind me and Thorn. We keep firing until we run out of ammo. And when we run out of ammo, we use our fists and anything that isn’t bolted down, you got that?” They all nod, fiercely determined now. “Good!”

As nice of a fight this was, you do not intend on losing. You came this far after all. You made Sergeant, you pulled these girls from the depths of obscurity and the rear echelon and formed them into an effective fighting force. You fought tooth and nail to get yourself recognized as an effective fighting force, even despite all of your flaws! You are not going to die today. Thorn looks at everybody. “Yeah hear that girls? You don’t die unless the Kid wants you to! Now fill those little pissants full of lead!”

“Yeah!” You again fire upon drones trying to force their way in. A claw rips through the iron door leading into the bunker. Rascal picks up an M1 Carbine off the table and starts firing through the hole, forcing more of them away. They can try and kill you, but cornered mice will bite. You can hear the rumbling of bombs and explosions outside, probably the Air Witches thinning out the ranks for you.

[1/2]

>>43764500
[2/2]

Suddenly, the ceiling collapses. “Look out!” Thorn pushes you out of the way, but is crushed by the rubble.

“Thorn!” you scream. Once the dust settles, you find that Thorn is no worse for wear, only being pinned underneath a large block of concrete. “Are you alright!?”

“I’m good!” she says, slowly pushing the block up. “Not the worst injury I’ve had!” Suddenly, you all freeze at the most inhuman and terrifying roar you’ve ever heard. A shadow is cast over Thorn. You all look up. Your heart skips a bit at the horrific presence of this beast. You’ve only heard rumors of it. Plan for regular tankers is to scuttle any tank they can’t recover through explosive detonation. The big tanks are no exception.

But it looks like this was the exception.

> SALVAGED SUPER PERSHING <
> The Hive’s Uber-Tank Drone <

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That is it for today's episode of Tank Witches of Orussia. Hope you all enjoyed. Sorry for the slow pace of today's updates. Was distracted by the comfy Garupan marathon stream. Tomorrow will be a Star Wars episode, hopefully if I finish my chores that day.

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>>43764540
Thaks for running!

>>43764540
Thanks for running, boss.

>>43764540
Night GS

>>43764540
Thanks for the thread!

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>>43764540
>Garupan marathon
>realize the movie airs TODAY

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>>43764722
> tfw BDs won't be released until six months later.
> tfw camrips will have to be my mainstay.