>>619037
> “Ugh. Fine. One minute.” (Call the Captain and ask for a sick day.”

> Other
Marvel at how well the Red Sox are doing

>>619037
> “Ugh. Fine. One minute.” (Call the Captain and ask for a sick day.)

>>619045
Actually, by July 20th 2015, the Red Sox were 42-50 IIRC.

2016 though, they're great.

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>>619053
>They're going to be a rich boy's club for like the next 40-50 years in quest

and there's a GUP quest on akun

>>619037
>> “Ugh. Fine. One minute.” (Call the Captain and ask for a sick day.”

>>619079
RIP David Ortiz.

I know, I'm in it.

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>>619037
> “Ugh. Fine. One minute.” (Call the Captain and ask for a sick day.”

Wouldn't be surprised if the boys practiced painting pinup girls on other things from the info from last thread.

>>619096
Well, they have to get it right once or they have to do it all over again. Boys are actually surprisingly good artists. Jack could probably paint you on the side of his plane in Art Noveau, Art Deco, or in Cubism.

> “Ugh. Fine. One minute.” (Call the Captain and ask for a sick day.)

You roll your eyes, slowly pushing Winona away. “Fine,” you declare. Everyone raises their arms in triump. Maybe it'll a good time to spend a day with your crew anyway. You feel like you've been neglecting them anyway. It'd be good to get to know them a little better. “Alright. I'm going to ask the Captain for a sick day, then we'll see what's what.”

You drop off the tank, then pull out your Officer's Pad.

> TO: CAPTAIN SPRUANCE
> FROM: LTCDR. ZUMWALT

> Requesting a sick day to tend to my crew and by extension my Tankery team. All are stricken with colds and fevers from yesterday.

…

> PING

> TO: LTCDR. ZUMWALT
> FROM: CAPTAIN SPRUANCE

> Request approved. Two sick days allotted. Call Naval Studies Medical if needed. Be sure to take medicine and take proper precaution.

Huh? Why did she give you two sick days?

You sigh. Oh well. Maybe it's just to make sure everyone heals nicely. You better not hear anything from Caldwell.

Still. You fold your arms and look at all the crews. Everyone's shambling around like zombies or lying in their sleeping bags. Griselda is in her office, and you know for a fact that she probably has the worst of it. Even Iris and company are struggling to maintain their composure. They've taken one of the shower's whirlpool baths and are trying to have a tea party in it. Lot of ways to fix a cold you suppose.

Hm, where should you start then?

> Call Naval Studies Medical for help.
> Get some chicken noodle soup going in the pot, that always fixes things.
> Check on one of the crews. (Which?)
> Other

>>619159
> Call Naval Studies Medical for help.

>>619159
> Call Naval Studies Medical for help.
> Get some chicken noodle soup going in the pot, that always fixes things.
Both. Both is good.

>>619159
>> Call Naval Studies Medical for help.

>>619159
>Call Naval Studies for help
>Get some chicken noodle soup going in the pot, that always fixes things

if denise is there call her for medical otherwise call her to help you cook chicken noodle soup for 30+ sick girls

>>619104
Wouldn't be surprised if one of the girls ask them to "draw them like one of their Maginot girls".

>>619159
>> Call Naval Studies Medical for help.

> Call Naval Studies Medical for help.

You decide to dial the non-emergency number. “Hello? This is Lieutenant Commander Zumwalt.”

“Hello, Lieutenant Commander!” says a very perky and cheery voice on the other end. “How can I help you?”

“Put me through to Naval Studies Medical.”

“One moment!” Some filler music plays. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q_6x3EW3FC0

You sigh. You decide getting some chicken noodle soup should be a priority, so you head into the kitchen. As you prepare the pot, you hear a click on the other end. “Naval Studies Medical, you are speaking to Lieutenant Commander Lester. How can I help you?”

“Commander Lester, it's Commander Zumwalt. The NATO team is stricken with a cold and I'm the only one who isn't a casualty. Could you dispatch some people to deliver some medicine and some TLC as well?”

“Sure, you're at the Tankery HQ, right?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Alright, I'll personally see to it then. You're due for a physical anyway so I might as well kill two birds with one stone.” Wait. What. “See ya!” WAIT WHAT. Physical!? Ugh! You knock your head against the pot.

The door opens, and Winona pokes her head in. “Ellie... where's the chicken noodle soup?” she whines.

“Close that door, I don't want your germs infecting the broth!” you declare. She groans, turning around. Hmph. Making chicken noodle soup for... probably 50 or 60 people. That's going to be something. Oh well. No pain, no gain.

You receive a phone call however.

It's Gertrude Pool. “Hello?”

“Hey, it's me,” says Gertrude. “Uh, listen, I just wanted to say sorry for how vicious things got on Saturday.”

“Oh, no, it's alright,” you say. “Honest. Griselda's over it, you seem to be over it as well.”

“Yeah. Griselda's just so stubborn though. I guess she got it from me, shucks. Maybe a bit of Dad too.” You shrug at that, as if she can see you. “Listen, can you tell Griselda I'm sorry for me? I'd tell her myself but she's not answering her phone right now.”

> “Sure, I'll tell her.”
> “Actually, she's sick, Gertrude. That's why she's not answering.”
> “You can tell her yourself in due time.”
> Other

>>619297
>> “Actually, she's sick, Gertrude. That's why she's not answering.”

>>619297
>> “Actually, she's sick, Gertrude. That's why she's not answering. But I can tell her as soon as she's communicatable."

>>619297
> “Actually, she's sick, Gertrude. That's why she's not answering.”

>>619297
> “Actually, she's sick, Gertrude. That's why she's not answering, I'll pass your message on though.”

>>619086
It any good?

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this week on Operation More Love Love LGA!
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>>619327
2/3

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>>619333
3/3.

Stay tuned for next installment.

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>>619323
It's alright. It just went through some chargen and now it's in the middle of introductions. It's an aussie school in the middle of the desert.

>>619327
>>619333
>>619343
> mfw

>>619327
>>619333
>>619343
Good work anon! If only tonk acquisition was this easy...

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>Aussie school
Sold, I'll have to check it out then, though it seems like funnily enough it runs at the worst possible time for someone in Australia to play.

>>619343
So this is canon now right?

>>619362
>A GuP Story without Schoolship
hmm.
Well at least so far its okay. Hopefully QM will not goes kaput like someone.
and i really need to continue working on my own story, sigh

>>619362

Goddammit,I was going to do an aussie school quest here with the choice of two diff academyships

>>619384
>>619441
What is it with Garupans and Aussies, I swear.

>>619446

Being aussie, I think you get a lot of aussies due to the time you run, schteel (Sunday/Monday during the day)

> “Actually, she's sick, Gertrude. That's why she's not answering.”

“Actually, she's sick, Gertrude. She's been in bed all morning.”

“Oh.” There's a pause. “Really?”

“Really. I just called Naval Studies Medical to get some medicine,” you explain. “Hopefully we'll-”

“Excuse me a second.” She hangs up. Huh?

You shrug. Whatever. You place your phone back into your skirt pocket, then start work on the broth. It takes several minutes of prepwork, checking every ingredient, making sure all your tools are in place, making sure the knives are sharp, all that stuff. But now that you are ready, this chicken noodle soup is going to be the best in town and you know it! It'll cure the-

You hear a tire squealing outside. What the fuck?

At the sound of the tires, you hurry back into the hangar. There you see a Dodge WC54 Ambulance truck slide right in, with a popped tire and what looks to be a busted headlight. You check your watch. That was only like five minutes.

Out of the back of the truck comes Gertrude Pool, wearing a white nurse outfit with a dangerously short skirt, a pink nurse hat, and a medical mask over her face. “GERTRUDE POOL IS HERE TO TAKE CARE OF HER SISTER! AND INTRODUCING HER LOVELY ASSISTANT, KITTEN SMITH!” She holds her arm out to an empty space of air.

…

“AND INTRODUCING...” Gertrude looks back. “C'mon, Kitten.”

“I don't wanna,” says Kitten.

“C'mon! I could've gotten Clara to do this!” says Gertrude.

“Ugh. Fine.” Kitten steps out as well, wearing the same kind of nurse outfit too, a deep blush on her face.

“AND INTRODUCING HER LOVELY ASSISTANT, KITTEN SMITH!” Gertrude boasts again. “Now where's my sister?”

> “Actually, since you're here, Gertrude. Could you help me make some soup.”
> “Ah, ah, no. Help the others first, then you can help your sister.”
> “She's in her office.”
> Other

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>>619446
Dunno, could just be me posting in different threads, I hang out in /qtg/ and post in your other quests pretty regularly.

>>619455
Or not, maybe we're just the best nationality.

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>>619461
>> “Actually, since you're here, Gertrude. Could you help me make some soup.”
"And you can handfeeding it to Griselda after that."

>>619461
> “Actually, since you're here, Gertrude. Could you help me make some soup.”
Awww yisss

>>619461
>> “Actually, since you're here, Gertrude. Could you help me make some soup.”

>>619461
> “Actually, since you're here, Gertrude. Could you help me make some soup.”
Like, a metric shit-tonne (shit-litre?) of soup.

wait, gris is in bed all day and yet she is in her office?

>>619500
She keeps a cot in her office in case she needs to pull a all-nighter.

>>619461
>> “Actually, since you're here, Gertrude. Could you help me make some soup.”

>>619472

It's true, but I had my garupan universe have the country split down the middle, with half the country supporting the Curtin academyship (West/South Australia, named after PM that got us into WW2) and half supporting Monash (East Coast, named after the general who was one of the first to command tanks)

>>619461
>“Actually, since you're here, Gertrude. Could you help me make some soup.”
>Did you steal the ambulance? And did you run over stuff on the way here?

> “Actually, since you're here, Gertrude. Could you help me make some soup?”

“Aw, but I want to help my sister!” You push her on to the kitchen.

“You can help her later. I need healthy hands to help me make the soup.”

“But- but... sister!” whines Gertrude.

“No buts, get in there.”

-

-

Despite you trying to keep them out, Winona, Josephina, Stack, and Ingrid were very insistent in watching you cook the chicken noodle soup. Gertrude and Kitten as well were busy working on cutting the chicken and cooking it. You had to make enough for soup for the entire team, which meant there was a lot to do.

Winona sniffles a bit. “When is it gonna be ready?”

“Soon,” you say.

Winona grumbles a little. “But I want it now! If this chicken noodle soup can cure me-”

“It doesn't cure you,” you say. “It just makes you feel a bit better.”

Stack coughs. “Yeah, so stop whining you pussy!”

You hear another ambulance come in, this time with lights and sirens. Ugh, great. You abandon what you're doing, and come out to meet the medics. Dropping out of the truck are several Naval Studies Medical Students, as well Lieutenant Commander Fawn Lester. “Hello, students, we will be giving you all medicine in just a little bit!” Lester opens her jacket, and lets it blow away in the apparently convenient breeze. You walk up to her. “I am Lieutenant Commander Fawn Lester!” She sighs deeply, opening her blouse a little bit. “Oooh, we have such a wet heat today! And with all this rain too!”

“It's nice to meet you,” you say.

“Do you mind if I take my shirt off? You don't, okay!” She drops her blouse, deciding on a tank top for her ample bosom instead it seems. Uh... “Lieutenant Commander Zumwalt. If you would please help me with the medicine!” She hands you a bottle. “I would greatly appreciate it!”

> “Actually, let's get the physical out of the way.”
> “Sure. My crew will probably need it.”
> “I got chicken noodle soup to distribute first.”
> Other

>>619646
>> “I got chicken noodle soup to distribute first.”

>>619646
> “Actually, let's get the physical out of the way.”

>>619646
> “I got chicken noodle soup to distribute first.”
The food the food!

>>619646
>"I got chicken noodle soup to distribute first"
Medicine after food after all

>>619646
> “I got chicken noodle soup to distribute first.

And, no, we will not be wearing a maid outfit while doing so.

>>619646
> “I got chicken noodle soup to distribute first.”

>>619629
Neat, Monash wasn't just one of the first to command tanks, he was one of the first commanders to create the combined arms doctrines of warfare that became the basis of 20th Century warfare. Him, Currie and a few French Generals developed it somewhat independently around the same time.

>>619695
Clearly we're wearing a Nurse outfit instead.

>>619646
> “I got chicken noodle soup to distribute first.”

>>619695
Yes we do

>>619695
I think you underestimate Winona's costume set. Not to mention her enthusiasm even when sick.

> “I got chicken noodle soup to distribute first.”

-

-

Using a ladle, you pour soup into the bowls for the girls. Two orderly lines were set up for everyone to get their soup as you and Gertrude began pouring soup for everyone. It was like a soup kitchen, except for the sick instead of the poor. You remember your Mom and Dad taking you to a soup kitchen a couple of times when the money got too scarce to buy ingredients, fun times with hobos. The singing hobos, not the stabbing ones.

At least Gertrude was still having fun with it, taking pictures with some fans of hers on the team. The Poles especially were happy to talk about their superior Poles on the ITL team, whom they desperately wanted a rematch with.

Iris walks up to you with her bowl, smiling as she wears nothing but a long bathrobe and a towel over her head. You pour some soup for her. “Thank you. Do you need help?”

“I'm good,” you say. Iris nods, stepping to the side. Apparently she wants to talk to you. “Feeling any better.”

“The bath did wonders to clear the sinuses but unfortunately there's still the exhaustion and the nausea,” says Iris. “Hopefully this antiquated solution will do well for my condition. How are you doing by the way?” Well, things could be worse. You'd really rather be at your first day of being a Lieutenant Commander.

You shudder. Caldwell's probably chopping the office in half in her image. And probably talking shit about you behind your back. Hmph. Caldwell.

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>619854
>> Polite

>>619854
Polite

>>619854
> Polite

>>619854
> Neutral

>>619854
> Polite
With just a tiny bit of worry and sadness about missing the first day. But the team is worth it. Besides, we maybe don't want to admit it. But it was pretty fun yesterday. Bet Iris even had some fun once she got revenge on Serafina.

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>>619854
>> Polite
And have Meido Elodie.

>>619967
Awwwww

Saved.

>>619967
Cute!

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>>619902
Oh, add to this asking Iris to try recruiting Fawn while she's tending to her. We've got tanks that need crews.

> Polite

“I am doing fine,” you say. “Thank you for asking, Iris. Truth be told, I would rather be at work but if the team needs me then I shall be here.”

Iris nods. “Of course. Sorry that you are unable to go to work today.”

“It's not your fault.” She takes a sip of her soup as you speak. You fold your arms, sighing. “I just wish I'd have had a chance to impress my superiors. It won't reflect well on me, especially since I have active competition for my job and my future promotion.”

“Well, think of it this way. A lady knows when to sacrifice herself for the sake of others,” she explains. “I believe you are doing the right thing.”

“Thanks, Iris.” You pour some soup for the Delinquents, who all retreat to their motorcycles, grumbling about their sickness while also cursing the Harley-Davidson brand under their breath, much to the chagrin of one of them. “Anyway, after you eat your soup, you gotta take your meds, okay?”

“Alright,” says Iris. You hear another jeep coming in. Oh, who is it this time!?

The jeep parks up next to the two ambulances. You walk up to greet them and find... Caldwell? “Well, well, well, I had to see it to believe it. You're not actually sick and yet you're taking sick leave!” She carries a medical kit and a bag of medicine as well. Oh great, just what you fucking needed. “Just so you know, Massey and Kotsiopoulos are handling your job back at the office very well, just so you know.”

“What are you doing here, Caldwell?” you ask.

She turns her nose up. “I came to check on you and make sure you weren't taking advantage of the Captain!”

You squint at the medkit and the bag of meds and food. “Then what's that?”

“... that's if you were actually sick,” she says quickly. “But let's disregard this.” She throws it back into the jeep. “You're clearly not sick,” she says with a smug smirk.

> “I'm about to be since you're here.”
> “Yeah, I'm not. But could you at least help?”
> Cough. Maybe you are sick. Cough right in her face.
> Other

>>620077
>> Cough. Maybe you are sick. Cough right in her face.
Roll 1d20 to convince her!

>>620077
> “Yeah, I'm not. But could you at least help?”
Remember the truce...and it also seemed like she actually came to help...sort of.

>>620077
> “Yeah, I'm not. But could you at least help?”

>>620077
>> “Yeah, I'm not. But could you at least help?”

>>620077
> Cough. Maybe you are sick. Cough right in her face.

>>620077
>> “Yeah, I'm not. But could you at least help?”

We even told the captain it was for our crew...

Is just a moron or?

>>620077
> “Yeah, I'm not. But could you at least help?”
We didn't actually tell the Captain we were sick, just that everyone else was.

>>620110
*Is she

>>620077
Tell Trude we have help and she can go baby her sister.

> “Yeah, I'm not. But could you at least help?”

You sigh. “Yeah. I'm not sick, Caldwell.” She turns her head up, happy to have her apparent theory proven. “But listen, since you're here, could you at least help us? We're kind of shorthanded?”

“Oh, and you need my help as well?” She giggles a little. “Heehee! Fine, I'll humor you, Zumzum!” She takes the medkit back out of her jeep, smiling incredibly and very smugly at you. “Hm, hm...” She grabs your head, then suddenly and gently presses her forehead against yours. UH. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? “Hm... you're getting slightly hot but that shouldn't be anything to worry about. Especially since apparently you get two sick days for not being sick. Hmph!” She turns around, walking off to tend to a crew.

Well- fuck her too then! Jesus!

-

-

With the chicken noodle soup all distributed, you tell Gertrude that she's free to go and baby her sister. “Yes!” Gertrude pumps her fist, then quickly grabs Kitten's wrist as she plays on her PSP. “Come on, Kitten!”

“Fiiine,” mumbles Kitten. The two of them are still in those ridiculous nurse outfits. You could tell she's being reluctant at least.

Still, now came the medicine part.

> Give your crew their medicine.
> Help a crew with their medicine. (Which?)
> Make sure Griselda gets her medicine.
> Other

>>620222
>> Help a crew with their medicine. (Which?)
Your crew.
I got feeling we will get sick tomorrow, so lets pamper them so they will pamper us.

>>620222
> Give your crew their medicine.

>>620222
>> Give your crew their medicine.

>>620222
> Give your crew their medicine.
I-is Caldwell Clara 2.0? Are we going to have to wrestle her into submission and then friendship on a pile of logistic reports?

>>620222
> Give your crew their medicine.

>>620222
> Give your crew their medicine.

>>620247
I dunno. Clara was over-the-top and somewhat endearing, Caldwell just comes off like a smug faggot.

>>620269
> Clara was over-the-top
As a foil to Trude who was/is also over the top and larger than life. Seriously she just turned up in a sexy nurse costume to take care of her sister. Elodie on the other hand is more subdued and 'realistic' it makes sense that her rival would be the same.

>>620247
>>620269
Like she's even being a moron, like it's some big deal we're taking sick days FOR OUR CREW, which the captain fucking knows about and that Schteel ignores just to make Ellie seem dumb and the other girl more of a bitch.

I don't see the logic here

>>620302
She just called us Zumzum m8, I think she's just teasing.

Also, adding Zumzum to all instances of Elodie in the pastebin now.

>>620247
Maybe. Her bringing the medkit seems like shes more than a little tsun for us.

>>620321
Its a pretty good nickname. But not quite the one I would like her to have.

I still want her to gain an ironic nickname like Giggles or Smiley, given her mature demenor, save for the few instances where she lives a little.

> Give your crew their medicine.

“Alright, everyone.” You hold up a medicine bottle, then take a spoon. “Here comes your medicine.” The first person to take it will be Josephina. She opens her mouth, and you stick the spoon in for her to swallow the bitter medicine.

She shudders, snifling. “Je déteste prendre des médicaments. Il a un goût comme de la merde sur un cheval,” she mutters to herself.

Ingrid stares at Josephina with glazed over eyes. “English, Josie.” You give the medicine as well to Ingrid. “Guh. It's like the Nationals 2014 NLDS.” You roll your eyes, then move onto Winona.

But Winona turns her head away. “Winona,” you say. “Come on, take your medicine.”

“No. They just said it tastes weird,” says Winona. Oh for fucks sake. You try to spoon it to her again, but she turns her head away again.

“Come on!” you order. She shakes her head, hugging Cuddles as he slithers into her blanket.

Alright, this is going to call for drastic measures. You poke Winona in the side. She giggles. “Ah! No, that tickle-” You shove the spoon in her mouth. She gags a bit, then you pull it out. She coughs. “Ew! Ugh! What was that!?”

“Medicine,” you say. “I can't believe you've never taken that before.”

“I've never gotten sick before!” she says. You roll your eyes.

“Alright, Stack.” You pour more medicine onto a fresh spoon. Stack leans back, opening her mouth. “Here we-”

“STOP!” You all look to the hangar door to see Stack's sisters, Hoel, Lo, and Fannie. They, just like Gertrude, wear more antiquated and much more elegant nurse outfits. “We heard our sister was sick! As her dear older sisters we have exclusive and ultimate authority on how to take care of our little Sammy!”

Ingrid glances at Stack. “Sammy?”

“Shut up,” says Stack.

> “Um. Stack's fine. Isn't that right, Stack?”
> “Um, yeah, I guess you can take care of her.”
> “Sorry, I'm already taking care of Stack.”
> Other

>>620422
>> Other
"Uh, let me give this medicine quick and you can pamper her afterward"
inb4 et tu Elodie?

>>620422
> “Um, yeah, I guess you can take care of her.”

>>620422
>> “Sorry, I'm already taking care of Stack.”
MAI WAIFU

>>620422
> Other
"You up for that Stack?" Ask her quietly, but just let her decide.

Also tell the sisters they need to demonstrate their devotion as siblings to at least the same levels as Gertude if we want to take them seriously, and that means meeting the Nurse costume dress code for caring older siblings.

>>620422
>> “Um, yeah, I guess you can take care of her.”

> “Um, yeah, I guess you can take care of her.”

You sigh. “Uh, yeah, I guess you can.” Stack looks at you, incredulous. You shrug. You can't really argue against family. The three big sisters proceed to swamp Stack.

“Oh, there, there!” Hoel rests Stack's head against her ample bosom, smiling warmly and gently. “Poor little Sammy! I don't believe any of us have caught a cold in so long and yet it happens to you! Oh, bless your heart!” Stack stares forward, accepting her fate. “Lo, would you please knit little Sammy a blanket?”

Lo is already in a rocking chair that she pulled from nowhere in particular, knitting away. “Way ahead of you.”

Fannie kneels down, then offers the medicine to Stack. Stack simply swallows it without another word as the three sisters coo and prod at Stack as if she were a cute little puppy.

Stack looks like she wants to die.

> - 20 MORALE TO STACK

Winona sighs. “Poor Stack.”

“Poor Sammy you mean,” says Ingrid.

Winona groans. “That medicine's taste is still on my tongue.” She shudders at it, spitting up a little onto the floor.

> - 10 MORALE TO WINONA

You sigh. Right, what now?

> Take your physical with LtCdr. Lester
> Check in on Gertrude and Griselda
> Talk to a crew (Which?)
> See what Oleg is doing, you haven't seen him in a while.
> Other

>>620611
> Take your physical with LtCdr. Lester

Well that sucked. Apologies must be made later.

>>620611
> Check in on Gertrude and Griselda

>>620611
>> Take your physical with LtCdr. Lester

>>620611
>> Take your physical with LtCdr. Lester

>>620611
>> Check in on Gertrude and Griselda

>>620611
>Check in on Gertrude and Griselda

>>620611
>> Take your physical with LtCdr. Lester

>>620611
> Take your physical with LtCdr. Lester

>>620611
>> Take your physical with LtCdr. Lester

> Take your physical with LtCdr. Lester

-

-

Lester has taken you into the infirmary where she can properly take a look at you. “Hm...” Lester has you stripped down to your birthday suit, where she examines every nook and cranny of your body. She takes a note down in her clipboard occasionally, looking at you up and down. “Yes, yes.”

“Are we done?” you ask.

“Almost,” she says. “I must say, for a fifteen year old, you are very well-developed.” You roll your eyes. You get that a lot, especially in Middle School. “Good muscle structure, excellent reflexes, hm, hm, hm, do you mind if I take off my skirt?” You blink. Uh... She unzips her skirt, now wearing on her tanktop and a pair of pink lacy panties. “Oh goodness, the breeze feels amazing!” She arches her back, sighing deeply.

You stare at her. “Um. Lester. Is there something you need to tell me?”

She blinks at you, smiling a little as she limbers up, stretching her leg up one of the counters. “Like what?”

“Like... why you're just taking your clothes off and posing like you're a magazine,” you say.

Lester leans back, raising her arms up high. “I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about.”

“Right.” You glance away, then back at her. “So are we done?”

“Hm?” She takes off her tanktop, sighing with bliss as she stands in only her bra and panties. “Almost. Actually, I will ask you one more thing. Have you ever felt nauseous lately, any sickness or lightness of the head?” You shake your head. “Ah, good, good. Tell you what, I can basically just approve you for duty now but, one more thing.” Ugh. “How do I look?” She brushes back her flowing long hair, now lying on the bed and looking up as if someone is going to paint her like a French girl.

> “You look great.”
> “Yeah, I'm out of here. Later.”
> “What the fuck are you doing.”
> Other

>>620862
> “You look great.
>...
>Awkwardly try to leave the room.

>>620862
>> “What the fuck are you doing.”

>>620862
> “You look great.”

Its okay, she's a doctor

>>620862
> “What the fuck are you doing.”

>>620862
> "Could be a little more French."

>>620862
>> “What the fuck are you doing.”

>>620862
Ellipsis

>>620862
>> “You look great.”

>>620862

>>“What the fuck are you doing.”
>>“Yeah, I'm out of here. Later.”
ELODIE IS NOT FOR LEWDS yet.

>>620862
>> “You look great.”
>>Get hot and bothered.

>>620862
“What the fuck are you doing.”

>inb4 this is actually Ellie's fever dresm

>>620962
Couldn't be, not enough Kill-la-Kill. Unless, my god she's a member of Nudist Beach.
> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uc7EcuqVhPE

>>620862
> “What the fuck are you doing.”

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>>620862
>“You look great.”
"You do know the character was nude during that scene, right?"

> “What the fuck are you doing.”

“What the fuck are you doing?”

She arches her back again, leaning her head into the pillow, presenting her butt into the air. “Hm... what do you mean?”

“This!” you say. “A-... are you flirting with me?”

“No, I just feel comfortable doing this,” she says simply. “As a freespirited individual, I have the right to take off my clothes and just bask in the breeze and the air that the God almighty gave to us.” She turns around, presenting her chest to the air now as well. “Aaahhh...”

…. How is she a Lieutenant Commander?

Ugh. You don't have time for this. You walk out of the room, putting on your clothes as you walk.

-

-

Gertrude smiles at you, happily dusting herself off. “My sister has been properly babied and is now resting very soundly.” Kitten naps in their beatup ambulance. “Your crews as well look like they're getting a bit better too.” You sneeze a little. “Oh? Are you sick?”

“I'm fine,” you say. You rub your nose a little. Feels a little stuffy actually. “Are you going to stick around?”

“Well, I was going to head out and grab some dinner for everybody,” she says.

“Alright,” you say. “Well, good luck then.” Gertrude smiles, hopping into the ambulance. It speeds away, but not before crashing into one of the tanks, then backing up and driving out. You roll your eyes, folding your arms.

> Check on Griselda.
> Check on your crew.
> Find Oleg.
> Other

>>621105
> Check on Griselda.

>>621105
> Other
Talk to another crew. Any of them (but especially the delinquents).

>>621105
> Check on your crew.
Apologise to Stack but say she has to learn to face her sisters without shame if she wants to prove herself to them.

>>621105
>> Find Oleg.

>>621105
>> Other
Get some soup and medicine

Prevention

>>621105
>> Check on Griselda.

>>621105
>Check on Griselda.

>>621105
First >>621140 then Gris

>>621105
> Check on Griselda.
Hopefully not traumatized, we can always make a therapy group with Stack if necessary.

> Check on Griselda.

-

-

You find Griselda sipping on some coffee as she sits at her desk. A blanket is wrapped around her shoulders as she types up some reports on her typewriter. “It's nice of you to check in on me,” says Griselda.

“Yeah,” you say. “I hope you're doing fine?”

“Yeah. Gertrude said her apologies, we talked a little.” She leans, back sniffling a little. “We had another spat of course but eh...” She shrugs.

You sigh. “What now?”

“Nothing,” she says.

“You're sure.”

“I'm sure,” she says. “Look, I'm fine. Everybody's fine. Oleg's fine too, he's busy napping somewhere else in the back. He does that.” You roll your eyes for what seems like the tenth time today. “Listen, I-” There's a knock at the door. Griselda takes a deep breath, then says, “Come in!”

In walk in the five Delinquent motorcyclists. “Griselda!” Serina Hildebrand raises her hand. “We'd like to make a request in person.”

Griselda rubs her nose, then blows into a tissue. “State it.”

“We want cash to buy a Henschel turret for our King Tiger,” says Kyoko. “And also parts for our motorcycles too.”

“The Henschel turret is in the books for now. I can't buy it because I've already purchased a number of amenities for the team to enjoy for their tanks. We'll be having applique armor as standard, engine improvements as well if they're not already done, and also I'm working on purchasing a new tank.”

“Really?” you ask.

Serina folds her arms. “What about motorcycle stuff? Can we do any of that in Tankery?”

“Unfortunately, you're not allowed to bring secondary vehicles into Tankery, especially Motorcycles,” says Griselda. The Delinquents all deflate at that. “I commend your idea to use them as recon but that's just not how it's done.”

“Alright,” says Serina. She rubs her arm a little, apparently now feeling kind of useless. “I mean, maybe we should've picked another tank I suppose.”

> “You're doing fine in the King Tiger.”
> “Maybe you should.”
> “That's up to Griselda.”
> Other

>>621481
>“You're doing fine in the King Tiger.”
They seem to be doing alright, no reason to mess with what works.

>>621481
> “That's up to Griselda.”

>>621481
> Other
Well what are you looking for?

Don't think we have any spare tanks but if you got a preference we can work towards it.

>>621481
> “You're doing fine in the King Tiger.”
Tiger II is a hell of a tank. It would be a shame to take it off the field

Also, Schteel, what kind of bikes do they ride. I know of a single Harley, but that's it. Please indulge my motorcycling autism

>>621505

This. Perhaps we can free up some funding to help this team along toward something a little more toward their liking?

>>621481]
This >>621505 If they aren't happy with a particular part of its performance and can articulate that then we can help them maybe, otherwise the KT's a good tank and if they put in the time and effort, they can make it a great one. More than the tank its the girls behind it that decide capability, they should remember that.

> “I commend your idea to use them as recon but that's just not how it's done.”
We could always ask though right? I mean NATO's doing a bunch of crazy shit, with including Cold War stuff and playing with rules that used to be set in stone. Maybe not motorcycles, but we could look at alternative recce measures, after all we're allowed to get out of our tanks for repairs and scouting technically maybe we could get some of those Airborne motor-scooter things to assist with that.

>>621481
> “You're doing fine in the King Tiger.”

>>621521
Serina Hildebrand: Triumph Tiger T110
Kyoko Fuji: Kawasaki Ninja ZX-10R
Ashley "Ash" Tanner: Harley-Davidson XL1200
Francine Wilder: Honda CBR1000RR
Karina O'Kirk: BMW R65

They also possess a smaller collection of both reserve bikes (which features a Grom, a Honda CB400SF, and several others) and historical ones in restoration (including a Harley-Davidson RL 45, a BMW R2, a Vincent Black Shadow, a Triumph TR6 Trophy, and a Henderson Police Special.)

>>621505
Yeah I will back this. I think they are doing okay in the Tiger, but its always good to have a goal in mind to open up their potential.

Seriously they may be our next heavy hitter seeing as they are doing their research.

>>621624
>Henderson
>Black Shadow
How in hell do high-schoolers get the cash to buy those, even in non-running condition?

Props to the Harley-girl for having the least shit modern Harley, Buells aside.

>>621677
Academy ships are primarily the realm of the rich or extremely talented, even the delinquents are probably top 10 percentile in potential if not actual marks and probably come from affluent backgrounds.

> “You're doing fine in the King Tiger.”
> Other

“You're doing fine in the King Tiger. But if you're asking, I suppose we can indulge you.” You sit down. What are you looking for?”

Serina says, “We just want something that isn't so... we feel like we're sitting ducks with how slow we are. Don't get us wrong, we love the King Tiger and we love the armor and the gun and everything on it but we're... we're getting second thoughts because there's only so much we can see. And, I get kind of nervous not being able to see anything unless I turn out. And I don't really turn out because I don't want to get my head blown off by a shell.”

Griselda nods. “Nobody gets their head blown off by a shell anymore, not since NATO designed the disintegrating shells.”

“Well, still.” Serina shrugs. “I mean-”

“This sounds more like you have an issue with being alone,” says Griselda. You look to her as she talks. “Look, Serina. The King Tiger is a lovely tank, we'd love to have it in time for the match with Hugo Gernsback. I just ask that you try and make the best of it. If it makes you feel better, I'll ask that you always work with another team to help recon the area for you and make sure things are clear for you to work in.”

The Delinquents all look at each other. “I-... I suppose,” says Serina.

Griselda nods, rubbing her eye a bit. “If you really want to move to another tank, you can talk to me later. I'm kind of busy right now.” The Delinquents all nod. “By the way, before you all go. Which one of you rides that Honda CBR1000?” Francine raises her hand. “I was thinking of buying Honda for my first bike, which would you recommend?”

“Oh!” Francine grins a little. “We actually have a Super Four you can borrow. That's a good beginner bike if you want to come by our clubhouse.”

“I'd love to if I get the time,” says Griselda. The Delinquents all grin, smiling at the fact that apparently Griselda likes motorcycles too. “Well, I gotta get back to work,” she says. The Delinquents nod, stepping out.

You sit there with Griselda. “You were just doing that to make them feel better, weren't you?” you ask.

“I actually already own a BMW R12. I like to work on it, but I haven't had much time to lately,” she says. She sighs a little sadly. “Did you have anything you wanted to talk about? Dinner's gonna be ready soon anyway.”

> “No, I'm good.”
> “Have you patched things over with Gertrude yet?”
> “How's the team doing?”
> “Do you think you can teach me something new?” (LEARN TACTICAL MANEUVER? - 10 CP)
> Other

>>621724
> “Have you patched things over with Gertrude yet?”
Then when things inevitably become awkward and she clearly wants to change the subject:
> “Do you think you can teach me something new?”

>>621724
> “Have you patched things over with Gertrude yet?”
> “How's the team doing?”
I expect an answer for B. But not for A

>>621677
Because most of the students here are "I don't understand money" rich.

>>621712
Considering GuP canon, I doubt that. It seems to be the case that EVERY high school is shoved onto a ship save for extenuating circumstances.

Their amount of cash seems to be due to a surprising amount of independent ability demonstrated by all high school students in the GuP universe.

>>621724
> “How's the team doing?”
Looking good to make the next stage?

Oh, and what about those 20 Jadgs?

>>621724
>“Have you patched things over with Gertrude yet?”
This is kinda important.

>>621747
LGA isn't pure GuP canon, and a completely different country's school system.

>>621758
Nothing contradicts GuP canon, or at least not really.

God you Americans suck.

>>621724
> “Have you patched things over with Gertrude yet?”

>>621724
> “Have you patched things over with Gertrude yet?”

> I like to work on it, but I haven't had much time to lately,
Oh my sweet bonny lass, how little you know. Soon every night will be maintenance/bleeding/swearing time. Once bit you will never be set free.

>>621766
>I'm a huge dickbag about reasonable responses

>>621747
> It seems to be the case that EVERY high school is shoved onto a ship save for extenuating circumstances.
Certainly not in the case of LGA, where it's been repeatedly stated that schoolships are for a nations best and brightest and have expensive tuitions if you're not prepared to work for it in Naval Studies. Surface schools are still the majority, for instance Kill Devil Hills High School where the boys come from, or where the Aces old team leader went after she was crippled.

> “Have you patched things over with Gertrude yet?”

“Have you patched things over with Gertrude yet?” you ask.

“No,” she says back.

…

You lean back a little, whistling a bit. “Um, okay.”

“Look, I know you've helped me, and you still are. But what's between me and Gertrude is between me and Gertrude,” Griselda says bluntly. “I know it may not seem reasonable, but I think you'd understand if you had a little or a big sister.”

“I don't need to understand to know that it's affecting you,” you say. “I don't know you much from Adam, Griselda, but I know you're a good person deep down.” Griselda glances away, then nods slowly. “Just so you know, I think you can be better than your sister one day.” You stand up, sighing. “Until then though...”

“Yeah, whatever.” Griselda shakes her head. “Was there anything else?” You shake your head. “Good, I'll let you go now. See you, Ellie.”

-

-

Dinner was served, courtesy of Gertrude Pool and her calling in a lot of favors from the various restaurants she's helped out in the past. All kinds of things were served out to everybody, ribs, chicken, sandwiches, pho, ramen, sushi, salads, the works. You took up a salad, several slices of pork, some ribs, a leg of chicken, and a bowl of ramen onto a tray for yourself, then proceeded to sneeze. That was close, you almost lost everything.

You sit down with your crew, all of whom are looking much better than this morning. Winona smiles at you. “Hey, Ellie!” Winona tugs on your cheek. “Gonna stuff them cheeks like a chipmunk are we?” You slap her hand away, get off.

Josephina says, “I heard about Hugo Gernsback school. Apparently they own a lot of heavy tanks. They even own the other Maus prototype that was built.”

“That was scuttled during the war,” says Ingrid. “It's just rumor to scare people.”

“Are you sure?” asks Josephina. “I mean, I have never seen a Maus in person.”

“I'm sure,” says Ingrid. “It's probably an Elefant tank or something.”

> Talk to somebody. (Who?)
> Move dinner to eat with another crew (which?)
> Eat silently while your crew talks.
> Other

>>621832
I'm making a comment about the American education system and your government in general and how it sucks ass. Every other first world country can get it shit together except the USA.

>>621874
Fair enough.

>>621874
He must not be from the /tg/ quest community.

>>621911
>Other
DRINK SOME OF DAT MEDICINE SO YOU CAN WORK TOMORROW

>>621911
> Talk to somebody. (Who?)
Stack. Apogize for earlier and see how she's holding up.

>>621918
How rude. I've been here since the first thread of LGA1.

Shit I've been here since Ruby.

>>621911
>Talk to Stack

>>621915
Unnecessary dickbaggery because you can't get that LGA is it's own thing based on instead of slavishly copying GuP.

>>621942
No I just plain forgot that LGA is different in that sense. I can't remember every little detail.

It's just banter. Ease up mate.

>>621911
> Talk to somebody. (Stack)
Apologise for abandoning her to her sisters attentions, but say she has to learn to face her sisters without shame if she wants to prove herself to them.

>>621911
> Talk to somebody. (Who?)
Stack

>>621971
It's only good banter if it's fresh and/or entertaining. "LEL American Education" is neither.

> Talk to somebody. (Stack)

“Stack, listen.” Stack looks up from her meal. “I'm sorry for abandoning you to your sisters. I can't exactly argue against your family just trying to be your family.”

Stack holds up a hand, shaking her head. “No need to apologize, Ellie. Honestly, I would've done the same if it were your big sisters.” Ugh, as if. “Thanks though.” She smiles a little.

> + 5 MORALE TO STACK

“Tomorrow's our practice though,” says Winona. “But look out there!” You all look out the hangar door, and still see the rain continue to pour down. “How are we supposed to practice in rain like that!”

“You don't know it's going to keep raining,” says Ingrid.

“It totally is,” says Winona. “To be frank, it might be the perfect time to wear my sexy bra. Imagine it, the boys walking by and my shirt's gone all see through!” She smirks, patting her cheek a bit. “Oh boy! I can't wait for that!”

“Yeah, you're wearing a jacket, I'm not having you get sick again,” you say. Winona pouts a bit.

Stack says, “Say, Ellie. What's your opinion on Hugo Gernsback?” You tilt your head. “I actually have the reckoning that they got a load of King Tigers, Pershings, Jagdtigers, Jagdpanthers, Churchill VIIs, KV tanks, IS-3s, etc.” … they have a lot of heavy tanks. “That's a tall order for our line up, they'll win a straight up slugfest no matter how well we organize it.”

> Boast
> Neutral
> Polite

>>622156
> Boast
Fat slow targets. Maybe it'll rain like this at the match locale and they'll all get bogged and we win without firing a shot.

>>622156
>Polite
'then don't trapped in slugfest with them. Ooarai managed to win against Black Forest because they played smart'

>>622156
>> Polite
I believe, quite frankly, we are FUCKED.

>>622156
>Polite

>>622156
> Polite
Perhaps, but they're slow, inflexible and have a distinct disadvantage on rough terrain. We can work with that.

>>622156
> Polite

>>622156
>> Neutral

>>622156
>Polite
We can run rings around them if we have to.

I'd love it if our lineup had long range indirect fire tanks like Gertrude's had. These slow moving big targets are the ideal targets for artillery.

>>622215
I believe every tank is capable for indirect fire, even with what with have now. Just need to practice and train for it.

>>622251
There's a difference between technically capable and effective, especially against armoured targets as HE is the order of business for indirect work. Only really the 122 and 128 could be considered useful in that sense and the JT has such terrible elevation that it's also mostly useless as indirect support. The IS-2 might be able to do it, but alone it won't achieve enough concentration of fire to be effective.

>>622251
I'm not so sold on that idea. Our tanks seem very focused on flat-shooting, relatively long-range firepower, with little chance to deliver the large HE payloads required for effective indirect fire.

> Polite

“They'll be a worthy opponent to face all the same. I mean, we're good, but they have a pretty mean lineup. Even with untrained crews they can probably put up a good fight.” Everyone acknowledges that, nodding. “We just have to face it all the same regardless and hope that we pull out a win.”

“I hope we do,” says Stack. “Another full win would keep us in postseason contention.”

Winona sighs. “Maybe we can go shopping tomorrow!” You all look at her as if she's crazy. “Come on! Ellie has another sick day, rain's probably going to cancel work for some of us! I'm thinking some new clothes, maybe a new model tank! Oooh! There was that RC Goliath I wanted to get for us! Maybe we can even find a TV that'll work with Ellie's SNES!”

You gasp. YOUR SNES! OH SHIT, YOU FORGOT IT BACK AT YOUR DORM! FUCK.

“We can get it later!” says Winona. “But we should take advantage of Ellie not having any work to do, guys! She all ours!” Winona hugs you. “And I am not going to let her go.” You lean to the left a little, away from Winona. “You hear me! Not letting go!”

“Please let go,” you whisper.

-

-

The rains continue to beat down on the hangar as everyone settles into sleep. The hangar actually does have bunks, but in keeping with the attitude of spending the night with the tanks, the sleeping bags were broken out and the door was shut to keep out the noise of the rain. At least this time you're not having everyone sleep on top of you. You strip down to just your blouse, then press your sleeping bag flat as everyone hits the hay.

You decided to get a quick glass of water though before you head to bed. You head into the kitchen and open the tap. You don't bother with the lights to be honest, you have pretty good nightvision anyway and- “Elodie.” Oh fuck. Thunder rumbles in the distance.

Behind is Oleg, leaning on the doorway. The welding mask still covers up his face, but now he has adopted a bomber jacket to go along with his usual boiler suit. “Oh. Oleg, it's just you.” You smile a little.

“Mattie told me about you finding out,” he says. M... Mattie? “Mattie McPherson.” Oh. Oh boy. “I am just hoping you do not think less of me for being part of what happened.”

“Well, no, of course not,” you say.

“Really?” he says.

> “... okay, maybe a little.”
> “No.”
> “Well, you did help them cheat.”
> Other

>>622359
>“... okay, maybe a little.”
Still, it's in the past, and as long as you don't do anything like that with us then I say forgive and forget.

>>622359
> “No.”

Oleg's dubious proclivities aside, I can't see him doing anything expressly illegal without being asked.

>>622287
In that case, don't dedicated artillery also only show better result if deployed in number too? A battery of four, maybe?

>>622359
>“... okay, maybe a little.”

>>622359
> “No.”
We all make mistakes Oleg.

>>622399
Yup. Two is the minimum for suppression, if you want to start killing shit you need to start firing with a four gun battery or coordinating fire between multiple batteries.

>>622359
>>"No"
Its business and you just get asked by your customer.

>>622359
> “No.”
> Other
>> "I wasn't there when it happened so I don't know what were the circumstances that brought about that decision. That alone is enough for me to decide that I shouldn't judge."
>> "Besides, it's been decades, what's done is done."

>>622359
Wording is a little confusing here.

>“Really?” he says.
Isn't saying no saying that we DO think less of him?

I mean if the option is meant to mean no we don't think less of him then I'll vote for it, but that caugjt me off guard here.

>>622359
> Other

I'll only think less of you if you ever do anything like it again. Once is a mistake, more than that is a character flaw.

> “No.”

“No.”

He nods slowly. “Is that meaning you do think less of me or...”

“It means I don't,” you say quickly. “Look, Oleg. I wasn't there for it. I don't know the full details. But it's in the past, and what's done is done. We just have to try and move on from it. And hope that maybe Miss McPherson can get a bit of closure from it. You get what I mean?”

“Da.” He nods more firmly this time.

“Can I ask you a question?” He tilts his head. “Why exactly did you do it? Was it money?”

“Da. Money. I mean, I was a young man at the time. Having cute young girls like them ask me to work on their tank... felt like a dream. Of course now.” He shoves his hands in his pockets, probably grimacing underneath his welding mask. “I am going never to do it again after seeing how it tore them apart. Tankery was life to them. And having to watch them wither and fade after being blacklisted was awful.”

“Right.” You take a sip of water from your glass.

“I'm sorry, I am keeping you awake, solnyshka.” He steps aside. “Please, have a good night. Sleep well.” You nod, starting to move past him. “By the way. I work with Griselda in possible conversions for the tanks. You build up a lot of cash yet?”

“About ten-thousand dollars,” you explains.

“Ha! Ha!” He slaps his knee, chuckling. Your face however, stops him very slowly. “Oh, you're serious. Well. Okay. We can discuss conversions when you are ready.” You nod.

“Good night, Oleg.”

“Da, good night.”

Once you drink your glass of water, you head back into the hangar. Your crew are fast asleep for now, that's a relief at least. Hopefully, tomorrow will be a little better. You sniffle a little, then cough a bit. Though, the talk with Oleg does keep you awake a little. Not just this uncomfortable heat either. Tankery was life.

You pull up your phone and move to call your mom. But just before you hit the dial button, you stop yourself.

No. Maybe there's a better time for that conversation.

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>>622588
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mpnVwq8Yb8c

That's it for tonight. We should be back tomorrow, so hope to see you there. Hope you enjoyed.

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See you next time.

>>622601
Good thread GS. Still hoping to see Kits report on the weekend soon. You can't just tease me with her calling out that she has a scoop!

Should be fun being babied during our sick day. Winona is just going to love it.

>>622601

Thanks for the fun, boss. Sorry I missed most of it.

>>622618
I actually forgot to do her tweets for today. Maybe tomorrow.

>>622601
Thanks for today Schteel!

Now to post-quest tank discussion:
Do we need some indirect capabilities, like some anon suggest above?

>>622601
Thanks for running as always Schteel, and for ensuring the the QM of that Akun GuP quest is mighty confused when he comes back to look at his chat.

>>622634
Tut tut, gotta keep on top of that 24 hour news cycle.

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>>622640
Not primarily, but I wouldn't be adverse to something like a Sherman 105mm, StuH, or Cromwell CS which are capable both in the direct fire role with HEAT as well as able to barrage from longer ranges.

>>622634
Well, I look forward to them when they happen. Just so long as Ellie gets to freak out at her picture on NATO's news. Especially in such a condition.

Its actually a great moment she'll treasure later I am sure. But, well, Elie is Elie.

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Also, since Schteel reminded me earlier today, I decided to revisit my attempts to find out if you could cram a 6 pounder molins gun autoloader into a Churchill's turret. After giving up on finding any real measurements and simply resorting to looking really hard at pictures of the interior of a Churchill IV's turret and the Naval and Air borne versions of a Molins gun, I'm prepared to make the definitive declaration that you probably could, under the following conditions:
> It loads between 2 and 3 shells, that is one in the pipe and one in reserve, or 1 in the pipe with two more on the feed rack. Anymore and it won't fit without removing crewmembers or be impossible to reload realistically.
> It uses the feed setup of the naval Molins gun but flipped to the right hand side of the gun (this should be fine as the shells still technically load from the top of the breach. This keeps the shells on the slightly more roomy loader's side of the turret.
> Gun depression is going to be severely reduced. We're talking down to something like 8 or 7 degrees from 12.5.

So basically you'd be looking at a very burst oriented weapon, firing 2 to 3 rounds in as many seconds before having reload the ammunition bank. Thankfully that reloading is pretty simple on the Molins, you seem to crank back the spring assist and then load the shells from the back of the bank, while the shell that's going to be in the breech is loaded as normal.

It'll probably make the Churchill a much less pleasant workspace though, and there'll not much room for the tea and fine china. If someone has found actual dimensions and can prove me right or wrong, that'd be very much appreciated.

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>>623157
Get a BP turret, max space for Anglo-loader. Bonus points for confusing enemy teams with huge turret and tiny gun.

>>623319
The BP turret wouldn't fit on a Churchill, that was the whole point of the tank after all, getting a wider turret ring so they could mount the 17 pounder.

>>623157
Thanks for running.

>>624755
I assume you just misclicked and responded to the wrong post, but just in case you didn't. I uh, I don't run the quest mate, that's Schteel, I just help out with tank technical stuff and maintain the Team pastebin.