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>Short side-story if you missed it: http://pastebin.com/WbPrFaBx

You're currently thundering towards a loose gaggle of bandits in the pitch-black, leading a loose Vee of Witches into the intercept. You will merge with the enemy in mere seconds, and the Witches are counting on your radar. Below, in the dark waters, a Witch floats, shot-down, helpless - and Martian water-craft are closing on her fast.

>answering questions asked in earlier thread while y'alls vote

>> No.17903050

Ian, cover that witch, sean cover our rear arc, Minna, there's nothing in the world that's going to keep up with me on this, so I'd appreciate you taking down the martians that are about to follow me.

Sean, on my mark hit the radar full power, I want the martians boards to be screaming, retransmit the data to whoever is listening.

*hit wep in a dive for the witch*

Now sean.

>> No.17903060

I was JUST booting up foolz.us to look for this.

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>> No.17903090

foolz is down.

>> No.17903122

>What becomes of Tiger Aces like Wittman and such in this timeline? Are they tankwitches or do they just not exist because Martians eat tanks for breakfast?

Very much still around. Tanks are still important front-line weapons - truth be told, they're better then those stupid fucking "tripod" walkers the Martians began the invasion with. The Martians have had to adapt to humanity as much as we've had to adapt to them - certain weapon match-ups ended pretty badly for them. It's a two-way street, this war.

>What is the deal in Spain and Switzerland? What is going on in China? Is there a China?

Switzerland is having a rough time; their natural mountain defenses don't help as much against Martians; who seem to utilize their "drop-from-orbit" ability haphazardly and infrequently (so they still help, of course.) Spain; the Iberian peninsula, is currently a major front; and some well-known names are kicking ass and taking names down there.

>Where are the Snowdens of yesteryear?

I didn't cheat and Google. Got me there chief, don't know that reference.

>> No.17903124

Hit those bandits like the fist of an angry god, break them up and let the witch mop them up, after that hit that big red button and save that witch.

>> No.17903126

Close distance and enter the AOE, fly a banking turn at altitude to put as much sustained fire on the watercraft as possible. Since we can't actually pull her out of the water, we'll have to send in a few witches to do so while keeping a couple at altitude with us to serve as top cover, and to make sure no uninvited guests screw with the recovery.

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>> No.17903137

Oh and quickly inform the others that you are breaking formation.

>> No.17903146

Incidentally, when you didn't show up on Thursday, we had a LONG discussion thread about what to do with Minna.

We decided to move our stuff into her room as revenge for kicking us out, and use the opportunity to tell her that the watch was not meant as some grand romantic gesture.

Some people weren't in that thread, but that was what was decided then.

>> No.17903149

oh planefag, Looks like im not geting ANY work done for my quest tonight, or tomorrow

>> No.17903153

Wing Commander, requesting permission to break formation to provide cover for downed Witch.
I make it to her, I've still got WEP and nothing's faster than a Black Widow in a dive.

>> No.17903154

Hit WEP, blast through enemies guns blazing then circle around and go for those boats, Inform Minna and the other witches to burn the ones on your tail.

>> No.17903166

Really? Because I remember lots of bitching on that idea, not agreement.

>> No.17903169

What the fuck can we do? Tell a witch to FUCKING CATCH.

Out of curiosity, are these the same martians from War of the Worlds?

>> No.17903171

Wait a minute, tanks are still kicking around? I thought spess lasers would slap thier shit, this changes a few things (for me mien kommandant)

>> No.17903188


Strike from the skies, sisters!

>> No.17903192

Read the thread

We reach some sort of consensus at the near the end.

>> No.17903197

I'd expect that, much as with real tanks, it all depends on who gets the first shot off.

>> No.17903199

That wasn't even close to an agreement. Plus, it was a suggestion for a point so far ahead in the storyline that it was pointless to even speculate about.

Wait until the battle and its aftermath are over, THEN we can discuss how to deal with Minna and Trude.

>> No.17903207

That's only for those that stayed in the thread.
Other players weren't there at all, or didn't stick around when the Minna-bitching started.

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>> No.17903211


Sounds like a terrible idea.


>> No.17903221


OK then, I just thought I should mention it.

>> No.17903224

Nothing was decided in that thread, period.

>> No.17903228

Instead of this, I vote we ignore where our stuff is, and continue our practice of bouncing witches out of whichever bed is nearest when we decide to sleep.

>> No.17903230

>Turn on radar full power
>Use Martian radar-detection against them by blinding their sensors with a full power radar
>distract ALL Martians in the airspace
That's the kind of balls-out suicidal maneuver I expect out of our pilot!
I approve!

>> No.17903242

We're not voting yet, just noting what happened.

>> No.17903245

>bounce Minna, Sakamoto or Perrine's bed.

>> No.17903246

I thought it seemed like a decent plan.

>> No.17903247

That seems like a good idea.... except they might bounce back in if we're not careful

>> No.17903253

That just about covers it, just lace our WEP with all the gnome goodness we got.

>> No.17903262

Hallelujah! It's raining chicks!

>> No.17903263

>Giving any fucks whatsoever

>> No.17903264

/tg/ reaching a verdict about a questthread ever is like videogame threads on /v/, it doesnt fucking happen, ever, that and we are already derailing our plane overlord's thread, back to the topic at hand,

Gotta go fast n save the witch, WEP if we need to

>> No.17903268

wait wait wait who was the one who got shot down? I smell a trap

>> No.17903275

We don't know yet.

>> No.17903277

Also, to the people who seem to want to dive right to the deck:

WE ARE IN A FUCKING PLANE. WE CAN'T HOVER. The only way we can linger long enough in the area to make a difference is to go with something like >>17903126

We don't have the means to save her ourselves, so we should tailor our strategy accordingly.

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>> No.17903285

>What exactly do the martians look like? I keep imagining them as the Neuroi from Strike Witches.

Martians themselves; pic related (thank you Crix.) Martian engineering aesthetics: Shivans meet steampunk. They like the blacks and reds, but they also typically have pipes and valves and all sorts of weird shit sticking out everywhere; it's probably quite practical and efficient given whatever rules their tech runs on, which we don't understand very well. They love asymmetry as much as we love symmetry, so those protrubences are usually worked in as the asymmetric aspect. They actually look decent, even to human eyes.

>What is going on in China? Is there a China?

Very much so. China's got some of the older and more powerful Witch lines known to be kicking around; all that Romance of The Twelve Katas shit or whatever, so the Japanese attacks didn't hurt them as badly. The conflict between the Communists and Anti-Communists, on the other hand, is much worse.

>> No.17903291

It may very well be a trap, which is why we should be flying at ludicrous speed when we cross through the area.

>Inb4 we break the sound barrier

>> No.17903298

Last thread you said we can't be in two places at once.

I take that as a challenge.

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>> No.17903315


If I called it right with my supposition last time, then it is imperitive we collect that downed 'witch'.

We'll radio it to the other witches, since we can't pick them out of the water, then, dive and rake the shit out of those incoming boats.

>> No.17903328

hey planefag, how many German V weapons made it out of Germany, and how many researchers. Also, how close is this planet from Jet technology being mass produced, because the image of the B-36 and P-86s flying in and showing them that Humanity isn't going to take this lying down amuses me.

Also, for personal intrest, does nuclear energy exist, because I had amusing thoughts about a.. he would be a Captain by now, Rickover forcing techs to reverse engineer a Martian tripod and power ships with it or else makes me laugh.

>> No.17903333

I agree that we need to coordinate with the Witches for this plan to even work.
But what about the idea of blinding the Martian sensors with a full-power radar, distracting the boats from their target, and whatever fighters there are from their own dogfights?

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>> No.17903336


>Do our choices actually matter for the love interests, or are you going to railroad us into your choice?

I will happily and freely railroad anything so pants-on-head retarded that it'd break everything forever; and/or do enough railroading to honor the spirit of the vote without breaking the simple logistical aspects (since 99% of the time it's just that anon didn't read well enough, I didn't write well enough, or both.)

As for love interests; you're going to have to bust your ass to actually succeed with one at *all.* There's some fucked-up shit under the surface you haven't hit yet. I mean, we've got lolis thrown into the horrid meat-grinder of war, that's gonna leave some scars. And a 20-year old fighter pilot being sensitive enough to get through that while still being... well, a 20 year old fighter pilot? Damn.

tl;dr They matter.

>How long do you plan on doing the quest?

Till it ends.

>Planefag, what are the current dispositions of the world's navies at this point? Like, remaining major capital ships, commanders, and such?

More then in our timeline, that's for damn sure. Graf Spee survived 1939, the Arizona is still afloat and fighting, Richelieu is doing her thing in the Indian Ocean. The Martians have crippled a few ships, but have yet to put one down for the count.

>> No.17903354

The point is to get there right away, and distract everything around the downed witch, there are several maneuvers that allow you to quickly drop speed and remain in the area, and it's especially effective in this plane with top and bottom turrets.

>> No.17903356

Is this correct?
Because is invalidates the plan.


>> No.17903363

At this point, historically, nuclear physics should still be in its infancy, and the conventional jet engine is probably still in the early evaluation stages.

>> No.17903366

Dive down, strafe the martian ships going for the witch

>> No.17903369


How about the Bismarck?

>> No.17903376

>break the sound barrier
>in a P-61

That would not end well. We may be skilled, but that won't matter when our plane tears itself apart in an uncontrollable spray of wreckage.

>> No.17903377

Trude didn't seem to have a whole lot of objections to register.

>> No.17903388

How many years out is the Trinity Test or equivalent?

How long till jetwitches?

>> No.17903391

Quit answering questions and write the damn update

>> No.17903401

Is Oppenhimer a witch?

>> No.17903402

Martian ground forces, do they even exist? Do they still use walkers in force? Do they have any effective weapons against tanks?

>> No.17903415

>hey planefag, how many German V weapons made it out of Germany, and how many researchers

Pretty much all of them, though construction efforts are iffy - the Martians play merry hell with raw materiel availability. V-1s are being employed regularly against Martian ground bases, but the V-2 doesn't really have a guidance system good enough to hit something smaller then England yet, nor any targets... the size of England worth shooting at.

Nobody can really spot the Martian 'ships' assumed to be in orbit. Their troops just kind of... appear, almost, in their aircraft or whatnot.

Jet technology is in development, and nuclear energy is being hastily studied; but very carefully - nobody quite knows what kind of energies the Martians can detect.

Reverse-engineering of Martian tech is ongoing, too.

>> No.17903416

>Witches delivering Fat Man to France

Fund it.

>> No.17903435

>Bounce Sakamoto
>Not bouncing Sean and Sakamobro

>> No.17903436

First flight of the Me 262 was in 1942: engine problems kept it from operational status until mid 1944. Trinity wasn't until July 1945.

Unless planefage does something crazy, both will be non-issues.

>> No.17903454

More people like Minna. But a LOT of people hate Minna.


>> No.17903458


If it's similar to the series: experimental jet strikers in a few months to a year. But they burn through fuel as fast as normal jets, but in this case the fuel is a living person so they don't work so well.

>> No.17903469

Strike Witches? Isn't that a GIRLS QUEST.

>> No.17903479

you just LOVED to get punched don't you

>> No.17903490



Minna is a god damn bitch to us. The only reason we like her is because she has legs we can suck on. But Shirley has better over all, and Trude is nicer.

>> No.17903503

Clearly they should all NTR the MC, together.

>> No.17903507 [DELETED] 

MC IS A MANS NAME AND IM A MANNNnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

>> No.17903515

We could still try and use the MK 108 systems.

>> No.17903517

She saved us from Patton. And I think that we might like her if she got that stick out of her ass.

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>> No.17903533


No, she suggested that her and her other hos were our hos. She was just stating fact.

>> No.17903550

Trude also punched us so hard we got hang time. She's EVERY BIT as unstable as Minna. It's just that she's usually okay, but goes through brief flashes of hyper-violence.

In short, they're both fucked up, they just show it in different ways.

>> No.17903553



She did save our ass from the stockade.

>> No.17903555

No... I think we are THEIR plaything. Also, we need to blindfold the women next time we bathe.

>> No.17903569

It's a matter of opinion. You could put it off to that, or it was because she didn't want to see us court-martialed (or at least, see someone ELSE court-martial us)

>> No.17903570

Some part of us gets off on that though.

>> No.17903573

Her sister probably died hours ago, Minnas husbando died years ago. one of these is more of an "issue" than the other.

>> No.17903574

And if someone attacks an enemy of your because they didn't like a certain comment, and said attack keeps your ass from being killed, they still count as saving your ass

>> No.17903576

I think we should harass back. Or at least har Shirley ass, if you know what I mean.

>> No.17903579

Disregard discussion
Acquire witch/kills

>> No.17903582

Your ego's writing checks MC's body can't cash.

>> No.17903583

Planefag, you need to post faster so these slapfights in your threads don't happen.

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>> No.17903607

Do you think these guys realise how pathetic they sound?

>> No.17903613 [DELETED] 

>82 posts
>No progress
srsly u gais

>> No.17903614


Breaking formation at the crucial moment for the sake of a single aviator would probably get a few Witches killed. But if you don't, the downed Witch is in deep shit. It's an impossible situation; Sophie's Choice, a Knights Fork. Only two choices, both with outcomes you detest.

In short, it's a lot like shopping for cigs at the base PX.

And you fucking HATE the base PX.

"SEAN, ALL THE JUICE, LIGHT'EM UP!" you scream as Martians and Humans hurtle towards the merge. Sean reacts instantly, and the contacts on the small terminal-targeting scope on your panel light up like beacons. You're blasting radar energy into the Martians faces; which may or may not blind them - nobody's quite sure how they navigate.

But it's well-known that they're very, very good at homing in on radar emissions themselves, and you've just lit yourself up like a fucking Christmas tree.

You finesse the yoke and roll your Black Widow through a single defensive barrel roll, the night around you lighting up with tracers and the bright flares of minirocket motors as you roar through the enemy formation. The radio explodes with chatter as the Witches on your wings go to work on the enemy.

"Chasing us!" Sean says tersely. Oh yeah, you got their attention, all right.

>> No.17903616

I think he was expecting this to happen, so he delayed the start for a bit while we argue.

>> No.17903619


No, and my waifu is the plane, no baby as pretty as her.

>> No.17903623

We're giving Minna flashbacks something awful, though.

>> No.17903628

I don't think so.

>> No.17903635

Hell yes. Our true waifu

>> No.17903636


Actually, I had to take a few minutes to figure out how ditching Minna et al in the middle of a dogfight to go do Sea Rescue's job for them was not going to get all the Witches killed.

Thankfully, a few clever anon's have stealable suggestions, as usual.

>> No.17903640

all of them

>> No.17903643

Thank you, sir. I just want to be the best pimp-pilot in the USAF, sir.

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>> No.17903657

...There's a thing called Sea Rescue? What?

You need to not assume we know everything that goes on in the backgrounds of the wartime aviator's life, planefag.

>> No.17903660

We're going to need that WEP just to pull our own asses out of the fire. Works for me.

>> No.17903667

>had to take a few minutes to figure out how ditching Minna et al in the middle of a dogfight to go do Sea Rescue's job for them was not going to get all the Witches killed.
>Thankfully, a few clever anon's have stealable suggestions, as usual.
Thanks. I'm willing to wait if it means we don't end up doing something monumentally stupid and getting our entire squadron killed.

>> No.17903668

If it's somehow possible to narrow the radar beam, do that and start shining it right in the faces of specific alium ships. Preferably the ones that look like squad leaders (based on their positions in their formations).

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>> No.17903695

>1 hour, 45 minutes after quest start
>two updates

>> No.17903699

She sher is purdy

>> No.17903700

I'm not sure our 1940's radar can do that.

>> No.17903701

The way we do this: at the appropriate moment to bug out, we cut the power, send ourselves through 180 degrees of a flat spin, then kick all the power back in. Aliums blow right by us as we start accelerating in the opposite direction, and we look awesome doing it.

>> No.17903714


You say that like Anon doesn't realise what breaking formation before hitting an engagement would do, to them, saving a potential waifu from the water is more important than fighting to save those he knows.

>> No.17903716

Hence why I said "if somehow possible".

>> No.17903717

>And you fucking HATE the base PX.

Only because it never has exactly what you are looking for, only something similar.

>> No.17903718

I'm not familiar with the SW timeline, how far into WW2 were we when the aliums showed?

>> No.17903723

One question planefag, how do martains combat allied armor? double masers? walkers? Or have you not decided yet?

>> No.17903730

Yes, but out mere presence is enough to remind Minna of the event that fucked her up in the first place.

They both have issues, and trying to compare and contrast them is impossible. Psychological issues aren't something you can quantify or rationalize like that. You always need to treat them with the same degree of seriousness and dedication if you want to help resolve them, because no matter what the source or age of the trauma, the pain is the same.

>> No.17903737

> hasn't even been an hour
> bitches anyways

>> No.17903741

Well, in my case I figured the Witches on our flanks would follow us in and help blow up anything in our way.

>> No.17903747

Me too. We were going to tell Minna what we were doing, right?

>> No.17903748

not even an hour you noob

>> No.17903749

So this is us?

>> No.17903754

>Cut power
>Flat spin
>More power

How to crash and burn in three easy steps.

>> No.17903755

In my case I kinda figured that's what the giant illumination show we're putting up on the enemies boards was for, they'll be too busy chasing us to bother the witches.

>> No.17903765

So outta curiosity, whose suggestions did you steal?

>> No.17903766

I'm quite aware, but the question is who is better for a relationship, and the short term drama of trudes sister doesn't suggest as much of a complex as Minnas got.

>> No.17903772

We'll see soon enough.

>> No.17903799

Yeah, Baby!
Let's ride into the danger zone!

>> No.17903800

Honestly curious here, why won't that work? I mean aside from the issue of having to get the timing exactly right to not just send us into a fatal tumble, and the issue of having to accelerate hard enough to completely overcome our forward momentum before we can start moving in the opposite direction.

>> No.17903801


Martians are never easy to predict or outguess, but they tend to respect radar, which is why good radar operators are so prized. HOW they respect it, however, is never easy to predict.

"Two looping on us!" Sean shouts, and you know he's spotted the Martians silhouetted against the moon during their vertical reversal.

"What kind!?" you as, putting the Widow into a steep left-hand bank and beginning a gentle turn.

"The fucking dangerous kind I don't fucking know!" Sean snaps back. "Ian, the fucking turret now!"

The hardest part of dog-fighting is timing - and the hardest part of timing is having the steel balls to stick to it against enemies you can't see. You sense the Martians looping back through the night sky, sense that they'd be coming over the top of their loop, putting their nose on you right... about...

NOW. You bank the aircraft even harder, flipping it inverted, and haul into a sharp, terrible split-S.

>> No.17903804

>in the middle of a giant air battle
>someone's about to die, most likely us since we decided to rescue someone in our unshielded pig of an aircraft
>the waifu-fags /still/ won't shut the fuck up

Jesus Christ guys pro waifu/anti-waifu it doesn't matter right now, we aren't going to screw any of them until after the battle's done anyways.

>> No.17903805

Quest related

>> No.17903808

I don't think you fully understand how much Trude loves her sister. If she doesn't come back safe there WILL be blood. The only thing holding her together right now is the fact that she might be fine and her sense of professionalism.

>> No.17903813

Plus, PF's line of
>more problems than you even realize
suggests that there's more fucked up in there that we don't know about yet. Hopefully, we've got Minna's major issues figured out.

Besides, we've got to "fix" each witch one at a time if they're going to be rock solid badasses later on, so we might as well start to work on both Minna and Trude at once.

>> No.17903819

On the other hand, Minna has had some time to deal with this, and her situation is unlikely to change. Trude has only had to deal with this for a short time, and her sister might die which would send her into a tailspin.

>> No.17903836

"Note to self: put 'have sex with beautiful woman in middle of raging air battle' on lifetime to-do list."

>> No.17903837

Good god, the waifu-bastards never shut up.


>> No.17903851

Despite the rage in my post, I do have to admit this makes for a pretty good bucket list item.

Probably should save it for last though, cause it probably will be.

>> No.17903856

I like to think MC is debating this while he's flying.

"Should I choose Minna or Trude?"

>> No.17903861

Before this is sorted out, we will need a lot of B52s. and buckets, probably.

>> No.17903871

Save our bros first. Chase their skirts once the shooting stops.

>> No.17903876

We're a good pilot.

>> No.17903877

What's this? my image folder has a sub-folder labled B52

>> No.17903881

>Strike Witches Quest

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>> No.17903892

I see /k/ made it to the party.

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>> No.17903899

You mean chase their belts

>> No.17903901

Who's got the Kahlua?

>> No.17903902

Well, Sakabroto's major canon issue just doesn't exist in this timeline, so that's one down already.

Erica is too awesome for issues.

Shirley just wants to go faster than anyone ever.

Eila and Sanya are in lesbians with each other, so they can keep each other stable.

Zucchini is too young and spazzy to develop any major issues yet.

Perrine is Ian's problem.

So the only other one left is Miyafuji, and she's likely to end up as sort of a replacement sister for Trude.

>> No.17903904

B-52 is always related. It's design was even started during WW2.

>> No.17903906

>Light em up Ian

>> No.17903909

Nah, this kind.

>> No.17903913

Eh. I still vote for harem.

What? Magic is at least hinted at as being partially genetic in SW, right? When the brass finds out our crew is gnomes, what do you think they'll do in order to ensure future generations of witches? After all, Witches currently have a useful combat career of 10-12 years, tops, and then they have to be replaced.

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>> No.17903919


Guess there's only one option then.

>> No.17903921

Right, so we can multi-task.

>> No.17903922

Miyafuji's issues are more about boobs.
And Sean is busy thinking of railing Sakamoto

>> No.17903927


>> No.17903939


At the top of their loop, the Martians are at almost a complete standstill, and they've significant vertical separation. They must be a good two hundred, two-fifty above you when you both start your dives.

Except nothing dives like a P-61. Hauling back on the yoke you tuck your fighter into an upside-down loop, but just as you come through the "bottom," aimed downward at a steep angle, you roll the other way and pull back again, diving straight down. Your fighter can only go so fast without disintegrating, you don't want to get your ass blown off by a lucky long-range shot, and you don't want to escape the Martians just yet.

You want to sucker them lower.

And according to Sean, lower they come. Keeping track of your enemy is tough in daylight; at night it's like playing hide-and-seek with bazookas. (In Sanya's case, quite literally.) Even with a half-moon and low cloud cover, spotting a black-painted aircraft (or Martian) is no easy feat, even inside knife-fighting distance.

But you've got three pairs of eyes, and... well, nobody's counted the eyes on a Martian, and... oh fuck it, you're going to kick their ass, that's the gist of it.

>> No.17903951

Well guess who!

>> No.17903953

>implying we'd ever agree with anything based on the assumption that we can use magic
>implying we can use magic
>males can't use magic, just females, remember?
>shut up, I have yet to see any proof of magic.

>> No.17903963

That picture D:

>> No.17903966

>Miyafuji's issues are about boobs

We have someone else reassure her that she's only like 12 or something, and thus still has plenty of time to develop breasts before puberty ends.

"Someone else" because this would rank down there with "so that's what those bins next to the toilets are for" on the list of horrendously awkward topics for any man to deal with.

>> No.17903971

>MFW eyes

>> No.17903978

>"Someone else" because this would rank down there with "so that's what those bins next to the toilets are for" on the list of horrendously awkward topics for any man to deal with.
You're telling me, geez.


>> No.17903984

That's not the Haram end. That the "THE GOVERNMENT IS STEALING ME MAN MILK" end. Think "A boy and his dog".

>> No.17903989

I agree completely. Everything we have done can be explained by normal means!

>> No.17903998

We'll fix'em! We'll start drinking the fluoridated water!

>> No.17904000


We have deliberately sabatoged our engines every time we land after a fight to make it LOOK like they were incapable of flying

>> No.17904002

>Tells people to stop waifuing
>posts >>17903377, which set off a huge flamewar.

>> No.17904015

>10-12 years, tops, and then they have to be replaced.
Except in Planefag's setting, hence Sakabroto still having shields.

>> No.17904030

"And, you get a free house--make it a mansion--with an airstrip--and free booze, and all the avgas you can burn. Just sign on the dotted line... or, we'll make it an order, and if you don't like that, we can make your life very interesting."


>> No.17904034

He told you to start, now he tells you to stop.
It's simple, really.

>> No.17904040

I was making a fucking JOKE, I didn't think it'd touch off a fucking firestorm of fagmosexual paedolusting!

>> No.17904043

when are you gonna get back on the Emprasque anyways

>> No.17904047

>I didn't think it'd touch off a fucking firestorm
>I didn't think
>didn't think
Well, there's your problem right there.

>> No.17904049

You drag the Martian fighters down to four thousand feet, then three. You slow your evasives for just a second.

"Sean, fire!"

"No target!"

"DO IT, ASSHOLE!" you scream, and Sean obligingly fires blindly at nothing, giving away your position. Thus baited, you snap the Widow into a gentle downward spiral; which is to say there's not much spiraling and a lot of diving like a fucking black banshee into the depths of hell. Your eyes glued to the altimeters, you haul back on the flight yoke with all your might to level the fighter off just above the waves, moving at almost five-hundred-ten miles per hour - very, very fucking fast for a Widow.

"We're mopping them up! Ghostrider, you split their formation!" Minna calls. That's exactly what would've happened to the Witches had the Martians any discipline, but you dangle an airborne radar at them and they just go for it like a yorkie chasing a flashlight beam. Sucks to be them. "Good thinking; leave the maneuvering fights to us! What's your twenty, ghostrider?"

"In the weeds with two bandits on my ass pip pip cheerio~"

>We can lose them in the dark with a few sharp maneuvers, now that we lured them away from the real party.
>implying we can't maneuver

>> No.17904051

Where have you been?

>> No.17904057

I know that feel.
I mean how can they enjoy underage ass without horses?

>> No.17904071

>drink Whiskey
>utter one-liner

>> No.17904080

what's the status on the witch in the water?

>> No.17904081

Switch radar back down to passive, pull up, climb into periphery of furball, spot targets for witches, pick off stragglers, and general not force our gnomeluck twice in one fight.


>> No.17904084

>About that downed witch

>> No.17904093

Lose them.

"I ain't got time for this shit"

>> No.17904104

Coordinate with Minna, maneuver to lead them right into the girls' sights, then beeline for the floater.

>> No.17904105

>two bandits
Pah. Lose em and get the boats.
I mean, they're boats. What are they gonna do, splash water at us? Hahaha boats. So slow.

>> No.17904106

>We can lose them in the dark with a few sharp maneuvers, now that we lured them away from the real party.

>> No.17904107

>We can lose them in the dark with a few sharp maneuvers

>> No.17904109

There are some Martian boats about to be on a witch around here somewhere. We need to find them and pop them like a goddamned balloon, and these assholes are preventing that. Whatever gets them off our ass licked split.

>> No.17904111

Now that we're down in the weeds, can we knock out those Martian assault boats?
Boats count as ground targets, and they still count for our kill tally, right?

More than getting shot at, I'm afraid of Chuck getting more kills than us.

>> No.17904114


Sounds like a good suggestion.

Can we get eyeballs on the downed pilot/witch?

>> No.17904124


We still have two boats to sink, lets muddy the water a little with martian blood. Also, who the hell does she think she is saying we can't manuver? That bitch, doesn't she know we are THE BEST?

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>> No.17904131


>> No.17904132

This. Coordination with friendly forces is why we're here.

>> No.17904140

the fuck am I looking at?

>> No.17904143

Fight, we can't let that asshole get more kills than us!

>> No.17904149

Same. I thought the point of our maneuvering was to open up an opportunity to recover the downed friendly.

Since we're at low level, we should take this opportunity to strafe the fuck out of the alien speedboats while we can. If we loose that witch Imma be pissed.

>> No.17904150

Looks like a miserable pile of secrets to me.

>> No.17904151


DESIRE for missiles?

>> No.17904156

The reason for the collapse of the soviet union

>> No.17904157

Carpet desire.

>> No.17904163

This is a night-fight. Chuck flies a P-51. Pretty sure he's not up in the air right now.

>> No.17904165

how many desires can you fir in a b-52.jpg

>> No.17904167


>> No.17904169


A bombardment of Desire.

>> No.17904174

Go after the boats. We don't need to prove ourselves to Chuck.

>> No.17904177


She's intelligently stopped shining her penlight around; the Martians have to hunt for her now. Time is short, natch.

But will it be quicker to flee the Martians, or kill them?

How much confidence do you have in yourself and your Black Widow as a true fighter?

On one hand, engaging might be suicidally stupid and just the kind of mistake I'm waiting for MC to make to spur some character development. On the other hand, refusing to engage might reveal said voters to be pussies who think the way Europeans do; that only anorexic fighters that weight less then tissue paper can be maneuverable and dangerous and anything with huge engines and obscene power is pff! compensating~

But you'd have to be a planefaggot like me to know the answer.

>> No.17904178

This, the entire point to us hitting the deck was to cover that witch.

>> No.17904183

A B-52 dropping a bomb bay full of Desire.

>> No.17904184

Also, assault boats. Down those fucking boats, we are a P-61 we dominate at wrecking small boats, and proving cover for a R-4 to rescue our witch is our mission. SAR needs cover to send their boats and dudes after all.

>> No.17904187

+10 internets for the SOTN ref.

>> No.17904190


>> No.17904193

We've gotten our pat on the back, let's ditch our new 'friends'.

>> No.17904200

Second time i've been to this quest thread, and I have a question here. Who is chuck?

>> No.17904204

fly up gently underneath then and nail them with the turrets from their blind spot, we lost them a couple thousand feet up.

>> No.17904206


>> No.17904210

>dogfighting in a Widow
>In the weeds

Fuck, even the MC said himself that the only really good quality the Widow has in a dogfight is that it can sink like a rock when it wants to. We are skimming the waves, so that isn't an option. Lose them and pop the boats.

>> No.17904211

Chuck Yaeger.

joined the squadron a thread or two ago

>> No.17904212

Get to the Witch as fast as possible. Whether we can or can't outmanuever the fucking aliums is immaterial, either will take longer than just making a straight line between us and the enemy boats.

Also, I trust Ian's and Sean's ability to blow the everliving fuck out of anything behind and/or above us with our cannon.

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>> No.17904218


We can't risk our plane for some blasted kills, We're at full speed, and have a turret.

We keep rolling forward, and give those martian boats a few ventilation grilles.

>> No.17904222

Chuck Yeager. Famous pilot, first one to break the sound barrier.

Also made ace in a day, just like us, and we're in the same squadron.
So. Rival hotshot fighter pilot ace.

>> No.17904223

Is it so wrong that I still want to see what War Emergency Power does?

Fuck the martains, man, let's kill them and save a witch. WEP if necessary.

>> No.17904225

Like it or not anons, we're a team now. Get our team to help.

They shoot down the martians on our tail, we find and splodey the boats, they grab the skinny-dipper.

>> No.17904228

>Who is chuck?

append "yeager" plz

>> No.17904229


>> No.17904230


As a True Brit I know the value of being a true ACE. We can easily sink both those boats AND score more than Chuck. To suggest anything else would be like admitting you think like a French General, that being in a most retarded manner like nothing bad will ever happen. We must take the fight to the Martians, whether they be on land, or on sea, or in the air.

>> No.17904237


If shes a witch, she probably still has her combead. Try to raise her, see if we can get a rough idea of where she is.

We dropped down here for a reason, saving a downed witch, try to evade, failing that, engage.

>> No.17904241

We just need to buy time.

>> No.17904244

Realistically, if we were a F4U, a super heavy fighter or even the God Sigma Ultra heavy F6F Hellcat we could do this. We however are a Strike Bomber, and we should use our rear guns, splash one, splash the small boats, and call for witch support or attempt to circle around the last Martian Fighter. Lets use the fact we are a tactical bomber to our advantage.

>> No.17904247

Who the hell do you think we are?

>> No.17904250

We're already waaaaay beyond normal max speed. Save the WEP for climbing after we pop the boats.

>> No.17904252

Wait, how is chuck yeager around if Shirley is around? Sorry for the questions, just a little confused.

>> No.17904254

Same time period.

Downed witch better be hannah.

>> No.17904259

>Is it so wrong that I still want to see what War Emergency Power does?

I write this quest for people like you.

And Crix. Because he has best macros.

>> No.17904260

maneuver to the downed witch, blast those boats, then turn our attention to the Martians behind.

>> No.17904262


In his intro, he was running after giving her a wedgie or something

>> No.17904264

We've got a quad .50 cal turret in case those fighters try to line up a shot.
Let's try to lose them and go after the boats.

>> No.17904267

not engaging would be...
giving a fuck

>> No.17904269

Alternate universe of an alternate universe, writefag aint gotta explain shit.

>> No.17904271

WE KICK ASS... but maybe reduce the suicidal antics just a tad. Whats the lay of the field right now? Where is help needed?

>> No.17904273

Planefag made him her brother
Which is awesome

>> No.17904298

Yeah. Giving a fuck about throwing away our own life. Take suicidal actions when you can benefit from them, not when we are skimming the fucking waves.

>> No.17904300


Cause Planefag is amazing awesome.

They're siblings. And the 501st is getting normal pilots now, but only aces. Which Chuck just made. Basically brass used us landing on the island as an excuse to start shoving normal pilots into the 501st.

>> No.17904301

Oh ok, thank you. I know who Chuck yeager is, but I just assumed he wasn't there since this is strike witches. My mistake.

>> No.17904306

They say that in Chuck Yeager's pants, there is not a penis, but flight yoke.

>> No.17904316

And this flight Yoke can control any plane in the world.

Even when he's not in the plane

>> No.17904329

No, we want to live bro. (Also planefag why can't we get a F6F, that fighter would be perfect for us, its big, breaks the sound barrier by accident in dives, and can kill even the super "Zero" fighter. )

>> No.17904361

Well, our power to weight ratio isn't bad, and our rate of climb isn't bad either. In theory we could enter a climbing turn to regain altitude and re-engage.

However, our turret's dorsal, so we could weave a little and keep our ass covered while en route to the speedboats. After chopping them into firewood, we could then re-engage.

I'd be partial to killing those boats. The witch bought some time by turning off the light, but she's not out of danger, and they still have a last known position to work off of.

>> No.17904371

Seconding boat murder.

>> No.17904373

Five-ten MPH.

Two bandits behind you.

Zero altitude.

"Leave the maneuvering to us."

Deep inside you primal fire stirs, the heat and rage of a true fighter pilot born. You yearn to apply yourself to the Widow with all your soul, merging yourself with steel and aluminium to push the magnificent machine to her utmost limits, flying within an inch of your life to delay, disorient, and ultimately defeat your enemy. You long for the challenge, the fight, the triumph -

- but now is not the time. Somebody's in trouble, and you're the only one in position to help.

"Sean, spot!" you cry, and pull up on the Widow just a bit, climbing at a slight angle, stretching that smash from the dive as far as it'll go. You're hoping Sean will spot the silhouette of your bandits against the moonlight reflected by the water of the Channel.

"... Seven O'Clock, four-hundred yar- DUCK!" You shove the yoke down and stamp the rudder left, and tracers drift past moderately distant on your right. "Think we pissed 'em off."

"We're pretty good at that, yeah," Ian says dourly.

>> No.17904374

Anime set in any specific historical period is completely disrespectful of that time period.

I know you'll find it odd, but it's true.

>> No.17904391

>wake up to SWQ.

tis a good sunday

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>> No.17904398

Shhh, It's flying planes, blowing shit up and talking with girls who have legs and no pants on time now.

>> No.17904399

I have no idea what you are talking about

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>> No.17904428

All I can think about is the fact that they were called the RED turbans.

I am such a nerd.

>> No.17904444

Give Ian the guns
Have him "Skiddly be bop" them

>> No.17904449


>> No.17904467

I take this as a sign.
Waste them with that quad turret.

>> No.17904469

Because it's Navy. And we're Army.

>> No.17904489

So, does that mean, no Butcher Bird for us?
No fair!

>> No.17904509

"Oh hush Ian, you know you love it."

This, with a cherry on top.

>> No.17904517


There's an old joke Marines, Army infantry, and other pseudo-sentient lifeforms like to tell: that people join the Air Force only because they like being able to retreat at five-hundred miles per hour. The standard rejoinder is "we're just attacking in another direction."

Which is exactly what you're doing.

"Sean, get that shore spotter on the horn with the other radio!" you cry out. "Is the goddamn lighthouse on!?"

"Two O'Clock, shitforbrains," Ian says tersely. Damn, he's got sharp eyes.

"Get that kid to guide us in," you tell Sean. You know roughly where you are - at least two or three miles out, over the Channel - but finding the Martian attack boats is going to be a bitch because, you know, it's fucking night.

You adjust course to take you back towards the English coast and the downed Witch when more minirockets come zipping over your canopy.

"Hold on to your butts," you say tersely. Diving a little, you trade your meager altitude for airspeed, leveling off about fifty feet above the waves, throw your engine mixtures full-rich, slam the air scoops wide open, the radiator cowlings shut, ram the throttles forward against the stops -

- and hit the thumb-toggle on the throttle for War Emergency Power.

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>> No.17904543


Is it a Jet!?

I hope its a jet!

>> No.17904544

If the jet age happens faster than normal, due to Elerium-115--err, *research*, I could see the boys winding up in a modified B-58 designed for all-weather, all-purpose combat (think B-1R).

>> No.17904545


>> No.17904550


>> No.17904562

>and hit the thumb-toggle on the throttle for War Emergency Power

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>> No.17904569

So, did we ever tell Ian and Sean that we had WEP?

>> No.17904576


>> No.17904577

Oh fuck yes.

>> No.17904580

>a modified B-58 designed for all-weather, all-purpose combat (think B-1R).

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>> No.17904586


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>> No.17904621

>Pic related

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>> No.17904663

>50 feet over the goddamned English Channel at night in a goddamn Black Widow using the WEP which weve never used before in an experimental model weve flown only twice

no this wont end in disaster at all.

>> No.17904667

I detect a severe case of heretical love withdrawal I suggest finding some porn, and since this is a Strike Witches Quest, I suggest something focusing on legs.

>> No.17904682

Gnome, remember?

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>> No.17904698


>> No.17904703

Of course it won't. After all, we're a god dammed pilot, the BEST god dammed pilot.

>> No.17904705

Because there's no place for Sean or Ian.
Also, the -61 participated in navy trials, they concluded they were too pussy to handle the black widow, though they did try putting ramjet missiles on it.

>> No.17904715

We gnomes.

>> No.17904717

Err... What?
That's the GOTTA GO FAST - shout.

>> No.17904731


>> No.17904749

oh god I want those patches

>> No.17904753

I am aware, but pap-n uses skyrim shouts to define psyker powers and actually uses them in quest.

It was a joke due to strike witches quest and heretical love having a huge shared player base.

>> No.17904777

I have the blue one, got it with the dvd box set when it was localized.

>> No.17904780

>implying this isn't playing

>> No.17904785

Papa-N has no players, only victims to his whims.

>> No.17904786

You aren't very good at jokes.

>> No.17904788


infa 100%

>> No.17904827


>God Sigma Ultra heavy F6F Hellcat

...what you did there. I see it. And I loled.

>> No.17904853


The massive Double-Wasp radials surge and roar as water-injection slams fresh power into hot pistons. You feel the surge of energy pour through the Black Widow as the Double-Wasps really hit their stride, sucking in fuel and air voraciously. These new twinchargers really, REALLY kick ass. Manifold boost pressure jumps from around 50 PSI to a solid 62... then 64... then finally stops around 65, which is a good five PSI more then an ordinary Widow manages on full WEP.

Of course, your engine temperatures are skyrocketing alarmingly, too. Fiddling with the trim tabs a bit, you sleek the fighter for maximum performance and the Widow responds, settling down and almost flying herself, every ounce of energy pouring into hauling ass.

"Got the kid - we need to move left a bit."

You do so, tilting the fighter into a very, very gentle bank, slowly drifting to the right heading without sacrificing much power.

"Are they keeping up?"

"Just barely?" Sean says. "Think we're slipping away. Hard to tell."

"If we slow down they're gonna be all over us like white on rice," Ian says.


"So how the hell are we gonna shoot up those boats?"


What a good question.

"I have an Idea."

"Oh sweet Jesus Mary Mother and Joseph," Sean begins, "Forgive me Padre, for I have sinned like a motherfucker..."

Your crew is familiar with your Ideas, and no matter how well they work, they never appreciate them.

>> No.17904860

>There's an old joke Marines, Army infantry, and other pseudo-sentient lifeforms like to tell: that people join the Air Force only because they like being able to retreat at five-hundred miles per hour. The standard rejoinder is "we're just attacking in another direction."

Come now, we tell worse jokes than that.

>> No.17904872

>sorry so slow, some asshole just HAD to talk about some singer who just copped it for like ten minutes

>> No.17904891

I thought that was very important information.

>> No.17904893


>> No.17904894

we gonna fly upside down so the turret can fuck em up?

or are we gonna drop shit on them [i dunno beer kegs?]

>> No.17904905

Just so you know, Papa-n says he loved that line.

>> No.17904911

We have the best ideas. They're just being girls.

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>> No.17904925

Set our gnomish powers at maximum to keep this ride steady.

>> No.17904935

This either go really well, or REALLY bad. But whatever the case, it WILL be awesome.

>> No.17904936

Probably the former.

>> No.17904941


>> No.17904959

>If we do this... Oh god if we do this

>> No.17904960


>"I have an Idea."
>"Forgive me Padre, for I have sinned like a motherfucker..."

I feel a strong sense of connection with Sean. I think he and I have some similar life experiences.

>> No.17904974

At tech school Every PT day me and my friend would make at least 5 seamen jokes.

>> No.17904979

Our forward guns still work, so we can slightly angle our flight, blast the boats, and then pull up, to escape. Pretty much use the fact we are much faster than the transports to our advantage.

>> No.17904999

Spill fuel and set it on fire? I have no idea if that's possible, but it is crazy.

>> No.17905018

hope everyone's belted in.

>> No.17905033

>8 witches dead for the whole war against the martians
>as soon as we're in a witch unit, pulling their asses from the fire every other day

did the martians have some sort of doctrinal reform or something? are units in other places suddenly getting their lunch eaten occasionally too?

or is this just a coincidence?

>> No.17905037

with the increased power to our engines, coupled with our gnome powers.

i bet we can hover the plane vertically.

imagine hovering, turrets firing.

well be an airborne AA turret

>> No.17905046

Kann es sein? Ist es Zeit für Schräge Musik?

>> No.17905048


This is a terrible idea.

>> No.17905049

I was wondering the same thing.

>> No.17905051

>hover next to martians without shileds.

that would be a short quest.

>> No.17905053

unfortunately prop planes need to be moving to keep their engines running

>> No.17905060

I do believe that plane is called the marine killer ofr a reason


>> No.17905062



Therefore it must be done.

>> No.17905076


You're a decent shot with aerial guns - even good, on occasion. But Ian, as you've noted, is a fucking artist. And right now, you need the best.

The only problem is, the P-61 only has one turret... and it's on the top.

"I see 'em," Ian says. "Wakes in the water."

Squinting, you see them too; moonlight catching the sharp wakes spreading outward at right-angles to the natural Channel waves, moonlight caught in their foam. The Martian attack boats aren't making much effort to be subtle, and even less then a mile from shore, they don't seem too worried about shellfire. Probably because they know shore batteries won't fire with a friendly so close.

They're not counting on you, however.

You come thundering in at an insane four-sixty, which is unheard of smash for a Widow on the 'deck. Your eyes flick at the engine temperature gauges - at two-sixty Celsius, and pushing for two-seventy.

Pulling back, you grab about three hundred feet of room. "Hey, Ian."


"Don't fucking miss," you say, and then roll the Widow inverted.

>> No.17905082

>did the martians have some sort of doctrinal reform or something?
Well, there's that commando raid that they pulled, and the leaving behind of assassination bots with the massive surprise attack as a cover.

So yeah, it may be some kind of doctrinal change, or some new strategic genius of a Martian got promoted to their version of a High Command.

>> No.17905086

There's the crazy stuff we do, and then there's this: a complex way to commit suicide.

>> No.17905087


One would assume it to be a matter of a change in tactics. If flying down their throats gets them little, then trying to knife them in their sleep and capture specimens for research is the true X-Com way to do it.

As it is, I don't belive we've legitimatly saved their asses in a dogfight from certain death anywhere near as many times as we've just shot Martians with hand guns.

Also we still need a bigger handgun.

>> No.17905091

i knew it!

also, we are so fucked

>> No.17905096

>or is this just a coincidence?

Very much a recent thing. Before the IN UR BASE a few nights ago... that kind of thing was very rare from them. But recently it's a full-court press, eh?


>> No.17905099

I cannot hold onto my butt tightly enough

>> No.17905100

Well, SOMEBODY can fucking call 'em.

>> No.17905107

We'd have to pull vertical, which means only our turret guns could be on target. Plus, our props wouldn't have the lift capability of a helicopter's blades.

>> No.17905109

itll look cool as shit though

>> No.17905110


>> No.17905129


martians are powergaming munchkin cunts and they just finished researching Infiltration Assault is what happened.

>> No.17905131


Might be time to check on the rest of our witches after this

>> No.17905158

That might be even worse than if they picked up a Tactical Genius.

>> No.17905162

They captured a gnome, didn't they? And now they want a witch, to complete the set...

>> No.17905165


>> No.17905178

For all we know they might already have one. Chris has always been too sick to actually figure out if she can use magic...

>> No.17905193

>Infiltration Assault


>> No.17905195

Yeah. Ian, you magnificent bastard, better play them a song they won't forget.

>> No.17905212

Invasion attempt incoming?

No real reason to do this sort of massive broad-based assault all across Southern England otherwise; if they aren't crossing the Channel they'd be better off committing just enough resources to keep us from getting any funny ideas about northern France and sending the bulk of their efforts elsewhere.

Have they been hitting Chain Home and Chain Home Low? That would be a very bad sign.

>> No.17905213

>"Don't fucking miss," you say, and then roll the Widow inverted.


>> No.17905221


They might have had one for awhile already.

If you think on it hard enough, Minna boyfriend is potentially a gnome.

>> No.17905228

bwahahaha, fuck em up good.

i wonder if we can get a ventral gun installed in our plane.
or maybe just strap a pair of those rocket launchers sanya uses

>> No.17905229

New fucking thread time.

>> No.17905242

Whats the ETA on your alternate history doc? I need my delicious alternate history before i can start writing up my quest ;_;

>> No.17905253

Nah, we're good for another 300 posts.

>> No.17905256

>or maybe just strap a pair of those rocket launchers sanya uses

Can't we just strap Sanya to the bottom of the plane?

>> No.17905264

But what about the pics?

>> No.17905265

>That thread
>That glorious fucking thread

>> No.17905272


hes gotta strip out spoilery shit first, i would assume.

>> No.17905277


A scant three-hundred feet above the water, moving at four-hundred-sixty miles per hour, UPSIDE FUCKING DOWN, you arrive in thunder and fire, all guns blazing, an avatar of death exploding out of the night.

With the elevator trim wheel rammed as far up as it goes, you let your nose drift down ever so slightly and thumb the cannon trigger, cutting loose with a hail of 20mm rounds in the general direction of the head of one boat-wake as Ian lines up and and the top-turret speaks. Your firing pass is over in two seconds.

"pull up pull up pull up pull up pull up up up up UP UP UP" Sean is chanting from the back, and for one you're in wholehearted agreement. With the yoke shoved against your instrument panel, the Widow slowly... SLOWLY claws back the airspace lost from your firing run, until you finally steal enough to risk rolling upright again.

"CLIFF CLIFF CLIFF CLIFF" Ian is howling, and why yes, indeed, there's a cliff. You haul the nose up with all your might, slashing the left-hand throttle and standing on the rudder to throw the Widow into the bank. You pull into the steep chandelle just in time, the limestone cliffs bright and shiny in the weak moonlight.

"I hate you. So much. It's unreal," Sean is monolouging from the back.

>> No.17905278

Ian, you glorious sonofabitch, time to be the best goddamn jazz musician who ever played a M2 Browning.

>> No.17905284

You worry about those fighters. I'll worry about the towers.

>> No.17905291

His jealousy just fuels our skills.

>> No.17905301

"You know you love it, baby"

>> No.17905302

Pass the barf bags.

>> No.17905303


>> No.17905307

"Your hate is delicious. Like those expensive swiss chocolates Minna keeps in the desk where she thinks no one will find them

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>> No.17905315

>"I hate you. So much. It's unreal,"
"Yeah? Well get in line. Now anyone see those two fuckers that were on our tail?"

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>> No.17905326


Why don't we just cover our plane in witches. Maximum guns and shields until our engines can't deal with the weight and the enemy gets a big, slow target to shoot at.

...God damn it, why isn't there an image macro of "I forgot to turn off my swag, and woke up covered in [strike] witches"? Because that would be very appropriate right now.

>> No.17905333


This. Say this. This is all I want.

>> No.17905345

Yes, trips demands it.

>> No.17905353

And say it on an open radio channel

>> No.17905356

Be sure to 'accidentally' turn on the radio.

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>> No.17905368


Start cackling like a macaque, then, SRS; use the energy of our banked climb to carry us back over the witch and the boats. Time to do our best impersonation of Puff the Magic Dragon.

>> No.17905369

This was what was playing in my head when I read that roll maneuver.

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>> No.17905376




Now may not be the best time to troll. You know, give all the crazy martian flying machines. Unless you want to troll martians, then we're good.

>> No.17905382

Guys, can we leave the trolling until AFTER they're out of the furball, we've dealt with that big Martian fighter formation, and we've confirmed that our kill tally is higher than Chuck's?

>> No.17905392

Hmph... save it for later, then

>> No.17905393


Are you listening, Planefag?


>> No.17905414

Wait until Minna say's something stupid

"Your hate is delicious. Like those expensive swiss chocolates You keeps in the desk where you think no one will find them."

>> No.17905416


Fighters? FUCK the fighters. If they can keep up with this shit , draw a bead and actually HIT - at NIGHT - then they deserve the kill. With the engines redlined you've got smash to spare, so you burn some in a hard turn to reverse back towards the circling Martian boats.

"not - again - " Ian says sickly.

"Pussy!" you crow, but you grab for a little altitude this time, giving up as much speed as you dare with the Martian fighters still in the dark somewhere - then, over the right spot, you dive steeply, bringing the sea out front into the arc of Ian's turret.

You can't find the ghostly trace of boat-wake fast enough to nudge the fighter's nose, so you settle for hosing the ocean with high-explosive cannon shells. Ian fires as well, though you suspect he's got a target. Every time Ian's guns chatter, some Martian regrets it. Leveling out again, you eye the gauges. Cylinder-head temps are dangerously high - you can't keep this up much longer.

>> No.17905423


Also, check the status of the other witches as we try to visually confirm the boat kills. If we need to re-engage to help the rest of the squad, and the boats have been sufficiently shot to hell, we can get back in the scrap.

>> No.17905424

I was more like:

Oh, yes. And now look at all that jazz.

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>> No.17905438

At some point we're going to have so many medals we're going to need to melt some down and use the metal as material for a new plane.

>> No.17905460

Cove the plane in medal to add +7 Armor to all sides

>> No.17905478


"You broke formation and nearly died!"

"Your hate is delicious. Like those expensive swiss chocolates you keep in the your desk where you think no one will find them."


>> No.17905484

And when we do we'll add a second turret for Sean, and tell him about it, make him think it's so we won't invert the plane anymore.

What we won't tell him is that it too will be on top of the plane, so we'll have extra reasons to invert.

>> No.17905490


Cut power down. Those guys aren't gonna come back around when there's firepower this hard sweeping house.

>> No.17905492


>so you settle for hosing the ocean with high-explosive cannon shells

Well, we probably just killed the witch we were trying to save.


-10 Speed, but +20 awesome for GOLDEN NIGHT FIGHTER.

>> No.17905495

We need to let our parts cool before they start fusing together, any safe or decently safe points to slow down so we can recover, and prepare to potentially counter-attack?

>> No.17905514


She should have shielding. she can take a touch of collateral. She can't take a mess of martian boats hauling her aboard and chucking her in a box.

>> No.17905516

> so you settle for hosing the ocean with high-explosive cannon shells
how did we come to the conclusion that this was a good idea?

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>> No.17905529

I haven't seen it explained before. Why do the Martians want to capture Witches anyway?

>> No.17905536

It's cool, even if the corpse is washed ashore, they'll never be able to prove it was us.

>> No.17905542

Pull up, have Ian Dakka the aliums still on our tail (if there are any) and request a status update from minna

Should probably get them to spare a witch to retrieve the downed one if they can

>> No.17905543


>Every time Ian's guns chatter, some Martian regrets it.

>The Codecks Astartees nehmes thees maneuvah...STEEL REHN. Weh will descend upon theh foe, we will ovehwhelm them - we will leave none alive!

>> No.17905546


in the regular strike witches timeline to learn about their shields and maybe replicate them.

but martians arent neuroi so idk.

>> No.17905551

>20 mm cannons

The two are mutually exclusive.

>> No.17905552

So they can science the magic out of them.

>> No.17905557

>2 dorsal turrets

make it three and rip them off battleships

>> No.17905558

I pretty sure they know that the martians don't fire 20 mm. And nobody else was shooting at her.

>> No.17905559

Even better.

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>> No.17905576


>Plot magic

...tends to be unpredictable. LUCKY HIT THROUGH SHIELDS, ENJOY YOUR BAD END.

...This also assumes that planefag wants to be an enormous dick.

>> No.17905591

He does! But he won't end the fun so soon and so easily, oh no.

>> No.17905611


You dip the nose, grabbing a little more airspeed to loop back on the boats and do another half-blind, high-angle firing pass-

"MTBs got her!" Sean whoops. "Say again, rescue launch just got our Witch!"

You and Ian both whoop with exultation as you turn the Widow towards England, staying low and fast. This time you climb enough to mind the fucking cliffs, and pull back the throttles a bit before throwing open the engine cowlings and radiator flaps, mindful of the fucking vortex issue that almost killed you a few days ago. You eye the gauges nervously until the needle starts dropping out of the red zone. You leave WEP on for a minute for the cooling bonus of the water-injection before shutting it off.

"What's her condition?"

"Can't raise 'em," Sean grumps. "Also, fuck you."


"Fuck you so much."

"Second," Ian says from the back.

"That was awesome?"

"Soon as I've got time to think about it I'm going to hurl," Ian moans.

"Soon as we land I'm going to kick your fucking ass," Sean moans. "This isn't a one-seat plane, asshole."

"Ghostrider!?" somebody calls on the radio. "Ghostrider, where the fuck are you?"

"Oh Sean, your tears are... delicious," you say. "Like those expensive swiss chocolates Minna keeps in the desk where she thinks no one will find them."

There's dead silence in your plane. Well, besides the thunderous roar of 36 overtaxed, overheated cylinders. A deafening silence, indeed.

"...your intercom's slaved to the radio, Mac."

You grin the shit-eating grin of the satisfied asshole.


>> No.17905625

It wasn't. If you have no target, you do NOT fire.

If planefag has us accidentlaly kill a witch in he water I'm going to bust a nut.

>> No.17905626

You don't say

>> No.17905635


>Can't Raise em

You're gonna milk this one aren't ya.

>> No.17905640


>> No.17905641

>"Oh Sean, your tears are... delicious," you say. >"Like those expensive swiss chocolates Minna keeps in the desk where she thinks no one will find them."

>There's dead silence in your plane. Well, besides the thunderous roar of 36 overtaxed, overheated cylinders. A deafening silence, indeed.

>"...your intercom's slaved to the radio, Mac."

>You grin the shit-eating grin of the satisfied asshole.



>> No.17905642


So in for it when we land.

>> No.17905644

>our face
>Ian's face

>> No.17905656

Minna will give us hell for that. And it was worth it.

>> No.17905666

I love being us

>> No.17905667

So, now that we've satisfied our inner asshole, let's get back to shooting down Martians.

Have you forgotten what they've taken from us?
How we must make them pay for what they've done to us?

>> No.17905668

I'm now imagining the Blood Ravens being "gifted" a strike witch. And it is hilarious.

>> No.17905670


>> No.17905679

And then she jumps us.

>> No.17905684

Indeed, they shot up some of the beer! those bastards!

>> No.17905685

Back into formation Planefag.

>> No.17905686


Keep the grin in our voice. Report our position and find out where we can deploy some more hurt.

>> No.17905690


Only question is, which one?

>> No.17905694

Oh, right...
>But most of all, they have denied you HOT WITCH SEX!
That did happen.

>> No.17905702

We must ensure that Minna learns the appropriate response to this situation: quietly stealing our booze and replacing it with paint thinner.

We'll have moved our own booze and replaced it with someone else's beforehand, of course. We're not stupid.

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>> No.17905707

Back into the fight!

>> No.17905710

Let's get back in touch with the voice on the radio like nothing happened. It wasn't our intent to drop contact anyway.

"This is Ghostrider, how may I help you today?"

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>> No.17905752

I think there might be some murder involved in this

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