Strike Witches Fan Creations/Ideas Thread

[Wild Goose]

Originally Posted by asaqe

I have decided that I will make a certain Sniper Larger than life from going from sniper to Tank Striker Unit

Spoiler for My OC:

Name: Simon Haya

Country of Origin: Suomis
Birthday: December 17
Rank: Corporal
Familiar: Spitz Dog
Height: 5.0 feet persumably.
Weight: Unknown
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Usual wear: White Snow Jacket with Camo Gear, In Base, blue uniform.

Striker Unit: A makeshift Tank Striker with ski systems, no Body Armour (part of my tank striker theory design)
Armanents: First the Moisn-Nagat Rifle (no scopes), later a Boys AT Rifle. Suomi M-31 MG
Anima features: Helmet shaped in a Spitz Dog like design

Profile: How can a farmboy like me get dragged to this war?

I remember the days back in the village of Rautajärvi, I lived a simple life at the fields with my family tending to the fields. As a young boy I spent my life shooting game at the woods, we lived dangerously close to the Neuroi Orussian Border which had its ilk of Suomis settlers trying to go to Orussia to start a new life but none ever came back from the journey...by the time Karlsland began its march against the Neuroi...

And somehow my intuition told me things will fall apart...

During the war, the miasma began shifting foward to my village, the Neuroi seems to have begun their attack against us. I have just gotten out of the Sumois Civil Guard with an recommendation by the various military brass and was trying to get back to return to civillian life, however fate will have other plans for me.

Without warning the Neuroi attacked with their fleets and lethal Miasma which soon claimed my beloved hometown and other villages on the Orussian border...the screams of the stranded still rang through me as I was evacuated from town to join up with Civil Guard who will assist fellow Suomis soldiers in the conflict to free our country. I was a damn good shot with my sniper rifle and was ready to show those damn neuroi they wont take one more inch of my country.

And this was how I soon fell in love with a witch...

Or two...

Coupla things I want to note... Hayha was a rather quiet, unassuming and modest fellow in real life, so you may want to go there.

Also, regarding rifles, apart from the Boys I'd suggest the Lahti L-39, which has a number of advantages over the Boys: bigger caliber (20mm) and more rounds (10-round box magazine). Recoil was pretty strong, but maneagable. And if a little girl like Lynnette can hold a Boys and shoot without needing the bipod, then Simon can do the same with the Lahti. Of course, being a sniper, he'll want to use it properly, bipod and all.

Originally Posted by Tk3997

That’s true in our history, but we must keep in mind this IS an AU.

In this AU Fuso is being forced to function in joint units with other powers who are all using officers as pilots so it seems likely that they might well start handing out commissions to keep things simpler. The alternative is to get into a huge mess of trying to make sergeants and the like equivalent to lieutenants and such which could become a confusing mess very quickly. Even if the commissions probably are mostly administrative thing with little change in actual duties.

Even if you happen to like the Jap system (and I myself actually do) they’d be very much in the minority so it’s likely there would be very strong pressure to conform. At least in really integrated units it seems likely that Fuso pilots would be given commissions for the purposes of reducing confusion as to there status compared to their officer peers from other nations. That said it probably won't matter much in any case as in such small units functioning much like Special Forces rank is likely to be of only marginal concern in many instances.

Pretty much what I was thinking... I actually do like the Jap system myself, which was why in my AC fic my OC Jack (a very early incarnation of Franz) started out as an Airman 1st Class in the Erusian AF, transferred to the Navy, and went to PO3, PO1, CPO and then got spot promoted to Master Chief (though the last was just so that he would have the appropriate clearances to do the CAG's (Glen) paperwork ). Then it was too much trouble to form equivalencies so everyone got comissioned in the end.

I don't do VAs myself this is writing not anime after all. Let the reader fill in what the char sounds like with there imagination is my approach.

Lol, true true

Anyway moving on with this here we're a fourth of the way through my planned dozen.

The above was inspired by this clip

Spoiler for Vid:

Lol, nice! It was funny and entertaining, and I liked it.

[asaqe]

Originally Posted by Wild Goose

Coupla things I want to note... Hayha was a rather quiet, unassuming and modest fellow in real life, so you may want to go there.

Also, regarding rifles, apart from the Boys I'd suggest the Lahti L-39, which has a number of advantages over the Boys: bigger caliber (20mm) and more rounds (10-round box magazine). Recoil was pretty strong, but maneagable. And if a little girl like Lynnette can hold a Boys and shoot without needing the bipod, then Simon can do the same with the Lahti. Of course, being a sniper, he'll want to use it properly, bipod and all..

I see, added that to my profile

[Kha]

I'm finally done watching through the entire series, and random cameo is random.

Now that I've got an understanding of the "conspiracy" and drawn my own conclusions, time to development the grand theory.

[NorthernFallout]

Originally Posted by Kha

My thots are that a scout group will be smaller than a full wing, but other than that...

Originally Posted by kct

@ AtomicoX: Up to four would make a flight within a squadron.

I see. I have to think up something else then. Any ideas of what I can do?
I don't know what would be best, considering what they are supposed to do.

[panzerfan]

Hmm. Right now I am not sure how I should go about to not make my own fic boring...

1. As with all brass, there's no real cohesion that you get with the boys and gals in your own squadron. The colleagues play an intense game of politicking and your own chums and former foes would most likely be out of the war biz.
2. How closely should I really go with sticking with what happened? If I really go at it I'd find myself with some ridiculous number of running cast to look at, including not the least roughly 28 squadron leaders as direct subordinates.
3. The whole affair over the map room is much more drawn-out and impersonal comparing to the hotblooded, very snap-second nature of dogfighting. Victory and defeat in terms of twisted metal gets turn into numbers! I am thinking of how I go to make the link between the two.

[Kyral]

Originally Posted by Kha

That would be best; I'm only covering the ATX's backstory, and once Momoko joins the Interpid in Jan 1945 everyone else would've been assembled, like the 501st at the time of Miyafuji's signing. So feel free to make something out of it!

Will do.

Originally Posted by Tk3997

Well I would assume they aren't randomly teleported to the place one day.

Why not? Convenient hero teleportation seems to work in anime.

Originally Posted by Tk3997

Sounds about like you're average harem male should...

Nah, he misses the wuss factor for that.

[Keroko]

Originally Posted by AtomicoX

Second OC, Squadron Leader. 1st version.

Spoiler for ”Elkki”:

Image Information Restricted due to Protocol #454TYI

Name: Elkki Korpinainen
Gender: Female
Age: 19
Birthday: 18th February
Nationality: Suomus
Rank: Squadron Leader
Height: 165 cm
Weight: 64 kg
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brown
Familiar: Male Golden Retriever called Felko
Striker Unit: Supermarine Spitfire
Armaments: MG42
Animal features: Fluffy, golden ears. Gold-colored tail.

Profile
A veteran in the Suomus Air Force and Squadron Leader of the 4th Strike Squadron, known for her ruthless strategies and hard-hitting attacks. She became an orphan at an early age because of an accident and she was taken into foster care. There, she learned how to take care of herself and only trust a select number of people.
A few years later, she discovered she could use magic and applied for the Air Force. She was accepted and placed in the 3rd Fighter Squadron. After participating in numerous battles against the Neuroi, an offer was made. She would take command of a new squadron, especially created for the purpose of operations in enemy territory and scouting missions. She was also given the choice to select her own member, with the observation of the Wing Commander.

Personality
An individual and lone wolf down to the core. She takes care of herself, is very stubborn and is always focused. However, that doesn’t mean she don’t take care of her squadron members. She can be unusually soft when it boils down to it, helping them with training or everyday life. She sees herself as not only their superior, but also their caretaker.
She spends her free time juggling ideas for battle tactics, writing reports or going out to hunt with her familiar, Felko.

Combat Information
Powerful and ruthless, Elkki always aims to defeat the enemy in as few hits as possible. She is a tactical expert and utilizes her squadron to their full potential in every battle. When the odds are against her and she is forced to retreat, she does so in a tactical manner, allowing all of her members to retreat so no one is left behind.
She uses her magic during combat to increase her weapon’s power and rate of fire. This gives her enough power to break through most armor types quickly and effective, enabling the rest of her squadron to attack the core. She calls this effect Tiger Pierce.

Random Quotes
“Why strike twice when you can defeat them once?”
“Attack or retreat. There is nothing inbetween.”
“Angelica, you don’t have time for cake now! The Neuori are knocking on the kitchen door!”

Now, what concerns me the most is the size of a Squadron. The anime and novel goes in different directions here and I need your opinions on that, if I go into exact canon info that is. Ideally, the squadron should be around 4-5 since it’s a scouting and insertion type.
If I am totally wrong about it, then I have to make something up…

The lone wolf and caretaker parts seem to clash a bit...

Originally Posted by kct

Not too far, probably no more than 10 seconds (a minute into the future would have worked against her, since there is something called changing tactics). Even then, people would be too troubled to believe her, if at all.

Like Tk said, always in motion, the future is.

Originally Posted by Kha

Late in 1944, Liberion decides to create Joint Air Groups (JAG) like the JFW of Britainnia, but based on carriers making them much more mobile. She sends out invites to all countries and refugees for Witches to join the effort. The RLS Intrepid is one such carrier drafted for the initiative, and hence I'm digging the thread for OCs to use.

So far Kirby, Keroko, Almaria and Anita have been drafted for the Advanced Technology Project X (ATX) team that is a pilot group deployed on the Intrepid as it was launched to scour the Asia-Pacific region of pockets of Neuroi raiders, when they had many harrowing encounters including the time they had to erect a sail to keep the massive ship on course instead of going straight into a collection of infested islands (based on the real event).

The main story about JAG-7 takes place after the Intrepid returns to port in 1944 for extensive dry-dock repairs. It is here that I'd like to involve Helena with the Intrepid, and due to her rank she would fulfil either Minna or Mio's role. This will run through the year of 1945, right up to the climax battle of Operation "Little Boy" and "Fat Man" in August that year.

Would that be okay with you?

I'll pass. I've never been one for Carriers, as Keroko says "Ships ya use for gettin from one side of the battle to the other, not ta lounge around on chewin crappy ration bars." besides, they'd drive a certain yet-to-be-named OC of mine nuts.

Originally Posted by Kha

I missed this joke, but whatever. XD

When we were converting Cadia, Tk was comparing where the people on our side are from to the cast in Strike Witches. I was drafted as one of the Germans 'cause, quote, 'its all the same to me' I sort of argued a bit, so the irony of my labeling Holland as Germania must be exquisitely delicious to him.

Originally Posted by Tk3997

I prefer Dark blue and black myself.

Which is not a bad pattern either, Deathskulls use dark blue and black.

Originally Posted by Tk3997

Well what would be one explanation...

Thomasina: "No bad Coyote! No eating other familiars unless I say it's okay!"

Keroko doesn't have much to fear in that regard, but Helena better be careful...

Originally Posted by Tk3997

Well would probably depend on where they where stationed Thomasina has never been in England, acutally none of the squadron has they've all fought totally in the Mid East, Africa, and Itlay.

Neither has Keroko, not enough fighting there.

Originally Posted by Tk3997

I perfer more normal units myself, but to each his own.

This isn't really about my preferences, but Keroko-chan's. Speaking of which, don't ever call her that to her face.

Keroko wants to go for the highest speed. Jets give her that speed.

Originally Posted by Tk3997

Well that's simple enough word lets you change the text color after all. One thing I'm finding is to just not worry about making it a huge novel write scenes and stuff you like and just give them a bit of set up and they can work suprisingly well.

Good advice, I'll do that.

Originally Posted by Tk3997

Na, but it figures he'd be the first guy in with a Male just go against the grain.

Kyral was in quick pursuit.

Originally Posted by Tk3997

I vaugely recall it from somewhere not sure where and I don't feel like trolling the OC to try and pin point where it began.

Me neither.

Originally Posted by Tk3997

Germania? *snickers*

Delicious irony is delicious, isn't it?

Originally Posted by Tk3997

As noted above though none of my Characters are based in England, but then she seems to have been deployed in Africa at one time so it is possible they'd have met.

Helena is actually deployed in the north African regions. She fought a few battles in Britannia because that was the place Germania retreated to. After a semi-stable line was was established, she transfered to Africa.

Originally Posted by Tk3997

The power seems a tad funky to me, but I suppose it's not overly abusive.

Most of the time you won't even notice it that much in my writing, at least not to the point where it becomes an instant turntable.

Originally Posted by Tk3997

Umm Delicious Irony...

I knew it.

Originally Posted by Tk3997

You mean the character portraits? Mostly by scanning image boards, deviant art, etc for original content or little known stuff that fits what I’m thinking. I also save any image I blunder across I happen to like and sometimes I see a picture and acutally build the character around it.

So mostly by lurking around imageboards and dev-art, huh?

Originally Posted by Tk3997

Ah come on you gotta have the full squadron! The names and most of the personalities are nailed down already it’s just filling things in really. Besides making them is simple enough making them good in stories is another matter. I also had a head start in that I’ve been working on these guys for quite awhile myself.

Well, guess that means I have some work to do. Two down, ten to go.

Originally Posted by Tk3997

On that note…

Spoiler for Clare “Lingo” Caldwell:

Name:
Clare “Lingo” Caldwell

Country of Origin: Australia
Age: 19
Height: 5’4”
Service: Air Force
Striker Unit:
Supermarine Spitfire
Rank: Group Captain
Animal Features:
Koala

History and Personality:
The oldest member of the squadron and the current commanding officer now nearing retirement Clare has been engaged in combat nearly since the beginning of the war and is by this point a well seasoned and able leader. As is the case with many of her peers her style of command is fairly laid back as the small size and close knit nature of the unit do not demand much in the way of authoritarianism or bureaucracy to run.

She was born in Australia a territory of the Britanniaian Empire Clare was the only daughter (3 brothers all younger) born to her mother who was also a witch as such she was raised from a young age with magic and learned to use it early. Due to this she was among the first girls from her country recruited for the war effort amd she was first deployed to India before moving onto the Middle East, Africa, and then Corsica. Several current members of the squadron were with her during much of this period and when they and several new members were finally formed into a full fledged joint unit she was given a promotion and command.

While no slouch in the air herself she’s largely content to leave much of the fighting to her subordinates (mainly led by Thomasina) while she attends to the day to day running of the squadron. She also often favors simply observing and listening to actively engaging with other members and this can sometimes lead to her appearing a tad aloof, but she knows everything that’s going on and will intervene when needed.

Spoiler for Kha “Crash” Truscott:

Name:
Kha “Crash” Truscott


Country of Origin: Australia
Age: 15
Height 5’5”
Service: Air Force
Rank: Flying Officer
Striker Unit:
Supermarine Spitfire
Animal Features:
Fox

History and Personality:
Born to an Asian mother and Australian father they moved to Australia when she was young. She showed talent as a healer from an early age, but she also showed less desirable traits including forgetfulness, a propensity for wild day dreaming, and a very short attention span. Initially passed over for service as the war dragged on standards were reconsidered (read lowered) and she was recruited into the Air Force.

One of the newer members of the squadron she was added not long after it shifted to Corsica. She honestly probably shouldn’t be flying, but desperate times and all that, and she is a capable medic which somewhat offsets her sometimes bumbling antics in the air. Actually though she’s not terrible allot of the times, but when she does something wrong it tends to be spectacular and memorable. One of her biggest issues is that she sometimes just can’t seem to judge height to save her life… She’s flown or nearly flown into the ground at least a dozen times getting two concussions and a broken arm in the process. Given this fact the origin of his nickname becomes self evident.

Her flying style mirrors her personality in general as she can be a bit forgetful and absent minded at times. She also sometimes seems to have the attention span of a hamster which compounds the first problem. She really does try to improve though; she tries so very hard…. On the plus side he’s quite easy going and gets along quite well with almost everyone; at least when she isn’t causing them to pull their hair out in frustration.

Random Quotes:
“Ouchy!”

“Gah that didn’t look nearly so close!”

Thomasina“Killer” McGuire;
“Oh the dumbass? She’s probably off grievously injuring herself in the maintenance area just follow the pained screams.”

Clare “Lingo” Caldwell;
“Kha isn’t so bad she just needs a bit of work on her landings… and maneuvering… and shooting… She’s got take offs down pat now though!”

Spoiler for Pasqualina “Phoenix” Fanali:

Name:
Pasqualina “Phoenix” Fanali


Age: 13
Country of Origin: Romagna
Service: Air Force
Rank: Second Lieutenant
Striker Unit: Macchi C.205
Animal Features: Beagle

History and Personality:
Despite her age PF (as she’s often called) is actually more experienced then a number of the other pilots in the squadron. Romagna was under attack nearly from the start of the war, but aided by the natural defense of the Alps and liberally reinforced by other powers it’s managed to hold out against the Neuroi. Despite this aid massive conscription was still begun very early and continues on Pasqualina was conscripted for combat at the age of ten.

If this bothered her at all she certainly doesn’t show it she tends to be carefree and often seemingly oblivious to what’s happening around her. This appears to be less to do with being scatter brained then simply not caring most of the time. She seems much more interested in having fun then more or less anything else and she seems to have a near limitless supply of energy for that task, and a total unwillingness to take no for an answer in pursuit of it.

The more this annoys someone the more she seems to enjoy doing it and due to this it follows that Thomasina is perhaps her favorite target (Though she seems to have taken a liking to Erin too recently). For whatever reason she seems to enjoy bumming around and pestering the older girl despite the laters repeated attempts to end the behavior. Some people wonder if she doesn’t gain some kind of sadistic amusement out of it, but it seems more likely she’s just decided “Tommy” is fun to play with for whatever reason.

Her nickname comes from her natural talent with flames which see can manipulate and conjure. It didn’t take long for someone seeing her flying around spewing fire to bring up a comparison to a phoenix and the name stuck. She’s naturally talented and as noted surprisingly experienced in combat, but any kind of clerical or classroom work is not something she counts on her fun list and she can be counted on to avoid and skip out on it at the drop of a hat. When this occurs it normally falls to Thomasina to force her to do it much to her dismay.

And that make six... half way there.

The naming pattern is becoming blatantly obvious here.

Originally Posted by asaqe

I have decided that I will make a certain Sniper Larger than life from going from sniper to Tank Striker Unit

Spoiler for My OC:

Name: Simon Haya

Country of Origin: Suomis
Birthday: December 17
Rank: Corporal
Familiar: Spitz Dog
Height: 5.0 feet persumably.
Weight: Unknown
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Usual wear: White Snow Jacket with Camo Gear, In Base, blue uniform.

Striker Unit: A makeshift Tank Striker with ski systems, no Body Armour (part of my tank striker theory design)
Armanents: First the Moisn-Nagat Rifle (no scopes), later a Lahti L-39 AT Rifle. Suomi M-31 SMG)
Anima features: Helmet shaped in a Spitz Dog like design

Profile: How can a farmboy like me get dragged to this war?

I remember the days back in the village of Rautajärvi, I lived a simple life at the fields with my family tending to the fields. As a young boy I spent my life shooting game at the woods, we lived dangerously close to the Neuroi Orussian Border which had its ilk of Suomis settlers trying to go to Orussia to start a new life but none ever came back from the journey...by the time Karlsland began its march against the Neuroi...

And somehow my intuition told me things will fall apart...

During the war, the miasma began shifting foward to my village, the Neuroi seems to have begun their attack against us. I have just gotten out of the Sumois Civil Guard with an recommendation by the various military brass and was trying to get back to return to civillian life, however fate will have other plans for me.

Without warning the Neuroi attacked with their fleets and lethal Miasma which soon claimed my beloved hometown and other villages on the Orussian border...the screams of the stranded still rang through me as I was evacuated from town to join up with Civil Guard who will assist fellow Suomis soldiers in the conflict to free our country. I was a damn good shot with my sniper rifle and was ready to show those damn neuroi they wont take one more inch of my country.

And this was how I soon fell in love with a witch...

Or two...

Personality: I am just a simple farmer with a knack for sharpshooting really. Of most of the fellow Suomi soldiers, they always say I was the quiet one but also the most effective on the battlefield. It is true for the most part, I can care less about the war and more on what to look foward to in the future. During my days hunting with father, I have learned a few things:

-A scope was generally a bad idea for a sniper like me, sure it increases my range but the glare on my lens may give away my position to my target. I learned this when I was hunting once.

-A sniper should aim to stay as prone and hidden as possible, as such I rarely engage in combat standing...

I wonder how likely can a professional sniper like me earn the heart of witch

"And this was how I soon fell in love with a witch... Or two."

Incoming player!

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Originally Posted by panzerfan

1. As with all brass, there's no real cohesion that you get with the boys and gals in your own squadron. The colleagues play an intense game of politicking and your own chums and former foes would most likely be out of the war biz.

I'm... not sure what you mean by this.

Originally Posted by panzerfan

2. How closely should I really go with sticking with what happened? If I really go at it I'd find myself with some ridiculous number of running cast to look at, including not the least roughly 28 squadron leaders as direct subordinates.

Dunno, the anime stuck close to the date of liberating France, but that just made the event look mockingly ridiculous compared to the novels, where they had to mobilize a countries entire army structure to take back one city. Personally I'd say go with your own judgment.

Originally Posted by panzerfan

3. The whole affair over the map room is much more drawn-out and impersonal comparing to the hotblooded, very snap-second nature of dogfighting. Victory and defeat in terms of twisted metal gets turn into numbers! I am thinking of how I go to make the link between the two.

That's simple, have your hotblooded victories and defeats have an impact on the map. This will mean the map will change slowly, though. Instant victories that liberate entire countries kinda ruin the realism of the map.

[NorthernFallout]

Originally Posted by Keroko

The lone wolf and caretaker parts seem to clash a bit...

Mm'yes. See it this way: She has kep her lone wolf traits since younger years, but she also realizes the need to take care of her subordinates. either way, she makes use both traits. Atleast I want to see it that way.

[Kha]

Originally Posted by Kyral

Why not? Convenient hero teleportation seems to work in anime.

Suwa's literally dropping out of the sky did not sit to well with me.

Originally Posted by Keroko

I'll pass. I've never been one for Carriers, as Keroko says "Ships ya use for gettin from one side of the battle to the other, not to lounge around on chewin crappy ration bars." besides, they'd drive a certain yet-to-be-named OC of mine nuts.

*facefaults*

Zenzen NOT AS PLANNED!!! D:

Revising plans, forget the JAG; too many European OCs!!! I’ll have the ATX team (sans Keroko) leave the Intrepid when it returns to California in Nov 1944 for extensive repairs. Kirby’s a hard-worker, and upon hearing Gallia had been liberated by the time he hit shore, skipped his shore leave and his team took first flight to Europe. They should be in time for the Neuroi counterattack in the Ardennes (Dec 1944) which will last for 6 weeks, then press along with the Allied advance towards Karsland by March 1945.

Then when Iwo Jima fell suddenly at March 1945 (why is a plot related event), Kirby will still be able to recount his experience earlier in the pacific with the Neuroi raiders while still having worked with the other OCs who are based in Europe. After this, will be a decision to follow orders into Karsland, or accompany Momoko and other Fuso witches in the Wing who are being recalled home in response.

The problem with this approach is… I know next to nothing about the European Theatre! I'm afraid I can’t write this well!!! T_T

Originally Posted by Keroko

When we were converting Cadia, Tk was comparing where the people on our side are from to the cast in Strike Witches. I was drafted as one of the Germans 'cause, quote, 'its all the same to me' I sort of argued a bit, so the irony of my labeling Holland as Germania must be exquisitely delicious to him.

I... see...

Originally Posted by Keroko

Helena is actually deployed in the north African regions. She fought a few battles in Britannia because that was the place Germania retreated to. After a semi-stable line was was established, she transfered to Africa.

Ah okay, guess not her then.

Originally Posted by Keroko

Dunno, the anime stuck close to the date of liberating France, but that just made the event look mockingly ridiculous compared to the novels, where they had to mobilize a countries entire army structure to take back one city. Personally I'd say go with your own judgment.

I call strategic retreat to draw the world into the depleted Europe, and allow for a sudden strike on Fuso, which if successful will severely weaken the world to a renewed Neuroi counterattack.

Originally Posted by Keroko

That's simple, have your hotblooded victories and defeats have an impact on the map. This will mean the map will change slowly, though. Instant victories that liberate entire countries kinda ruin the realism of the map.

[kct]

Made some updates, still throwing them around operational squadrons around the region during 1970.

[asaqe]

Spoiler for How many miles to a witch?:

Somehow, I did not expected this...

We were going to meet a foreign squadron coming here to help us...

With the advent of the Neuroi attacking us during that year, it was difficult for us to repel the early advances of the enemy, in this world. Fighting the Neuroi was an utterly suicidal effort without witches or a knight...at least that is what the local priest told us...the only times where I ever went to a city was when I was training with the Civil Guard and even then more time is spent training then mingling with the women, but guess I can tell you what I know about the knight orders...

The knight orders were essentially man's response to a need to reduce the amount of casaulties dealt to them on the battlefield against the Neuroi, throughout the years there had been little success, especially during the first war where the attrition warfare between the major players of europe (not including us) left millions of men dead on the field thanks to the Miasma bomb attacks and human wave tactics. While the rumors of a tank striker unit was created for girls. It was only a while ago we actually formulated something for more men friendly usage...The unit was simple concept, it was a snap on unit that felt more like armour then a normal striker unit. I forgot the rest since I am not exactly that well literate...

The APC suddenly stopped and my commander, a gruff man in his 30s told us to fall in line. We were to greet the girls of the Sumous Volunteer Squadron,

"Alright guys, you are in for a treat before we go out and fight the Neuroi scum at Kolla, there we will hold the line for Witches so they can repel them." Our C.O then join us as we watch the girls stepped out of the Karlsland from afar...Some of the cherries then decided to scope the field of the witches and mumbling amongst each other, I stayed quiet as I looked at them

The first witch to step off the plane was a Brittanian woman with silver hair, from the looks of things she was a delinquent at first glance but just calmly walked to the airbase. Several more planes arrived carrying a Liberion girl with a rather well endowed rack and a Karlslander with glasses carrying a giant book...It seems like we were almost gazing at them when I noticed 3 of the men have gone, I made a gesture to the C.O to follow them...

"Hehehe, what beauties eh Häirikkö?" One of my fellow soldier chuckled as he peeped at a window of the girls waiting...
"Of course...but is that Britannian? Oh well, I know a lot about Brittanian languages, including how to get into bed with them" The other soldier was Häirikkö, suitably named: "Troublemaker" for his city boy roots was that he was used to living city side where foreigners travel a lot and he will pickpocket the wealthy Travellers so he can ask their daughters out and well according them...make kills or whatever that meant...

"You wish...they are witches, dont you know a bit of modesty when you meet them?" I told them sternly and with a gun aimed at them...

"What the... Craps Simon! Dont scare us like that! So why should I learn modesty from a militiaman and a farmboy?"

"Mainly due to if they find out we will be in trouble...or rather you are in trouble..." I then made a slightly cold gesture that told them to go back to their post.

"Thats it, I am out of here, see you later sir." The first of them ran off scimpering where the other walked at first before running like a coward

"Way to take out my wingmen, that settles it, you are coming with me to help them out..." The bastard then gave a slightly menacing handshake, a simpler term for this: Do it...or else...I was forced into this unfavorable situation that may change history.

As he drags me in, I felt as if Loki beckons me...him mocking me as I was forced to accept this fate where the possibility of me meeting a witch is happening...I decided attempt to pull back...

"Listen, I do not know much Brittanian nor Karlslandeesh nor Fuson! Well, see ya..." I knew that as a farmboy I did not know much beyond my native language and that gave me leeway in escaping the situation, but apparently it did not daunt him on the situation. He menancingly remarked on the situation...

"Oh you may not now, I do however have a book that can help you in scoring them in bed..." He gave me a book that said "How to make out in Britannian:

I made a facial gesture that sums as "Oh dear" but in reality felt like my lips made a box like gesture as I closed my eyes...

[Tk3997]

*Flies by and bombs the thread with three more profiles*

Spoiler for Joan Foss:

Name:
Joan “Tempest” Foss


Age: 18
Height: 5’8”
Country of Origin: Liberion
Service: Marine Corps
Striker Unit:
Vought F4U-1D Corsair
Animal features: Bulldog
History and Personality:
The oldest of the Liberian pilots Joan was the first of them into combat and also the first to make ace though she now trails both of them in total kills. Born in northern Liberion she lived with her mother after her father died when she was young she began working on the family farm very young, but did not enjoy the work and wished for something bigger. She got her chance not long after when the Neuroi began there invasion. She’d always know of her magical talent, but never had the time or money to work much on it. She showed up looking to join the marines (deciding she like the look of there uniforms the best) within days of the first invasions and was quickly accepted.

First deployed into the Pacific once it became clear there would be little action in that area she was redeployed India and then into the middle east. It was during this time she first met Thomasina and Evangeline often stationed at the same bases and given the limited number of witches in most of there areas of operations period the three quickly became friends. After awhile the higher ups basically began putting them together on purpose for propaganda purposes (having three of the leading aces from each service flying together made for good news reel footage.)

Personality wise she’s fairly laid back and though she often talks up her temper and capacity for violence most people considered it hogwash. Indeed it often is, but she does have a limit when pushed past it or when the situation requires it her capacity for violence IS rather scary. Most of the time though so jus sort of goes with the flow serving as something of a middle man between the sometimes high strung and Thomasina and the even more casual Evangeline.

Spoiler for Evangline McCampbell:

Name:
Evangeline “Eva” McCampbell


Age: 16
Height: 5'5"

Country of Origin: Liberion
Service: Navy
Striker Unit: German F6F-5 Hellcat
Animal features: Ferret
History and Personality:
The youngest of the trio and the most outgoing Eva joined up with them during the start of the middle eastern deployment just they began to get into combat. She quickly went on a streak that had her overtaking Foss and just trailing McGuire in kills a position she still retains; although she can at least claim to have racked up the largest single day total of any of them.

She was born in southern Liberon she was interested in a naval career more or less from the moment she learned she could use magic. Ironically she was at first declined from service as it was felt the navy had “enough” witches already, but that attitude rapidly changed as the scale of the invasion became evident and she was quickly brought into the fold.

Of the three Eva (as she’s nearly always called) is the most easy going and enthusiastic of them. She has something of a prankster’s sense of humor, but luckily she can take a joke on her as well as she dishes it out. Thomasina is on of her favorite targets for these as she’s consistently pointed out that the girl needs to “loosen up” in her opinion. There long acquaintance allows her to get away with this more then most and she’s been known to take the blame for others pranks from time to time if she thought they where good. (few begrudge her taking the credit for these if it means escaping Thomasina ire) She also enjoys a good party and has been known to drink a bit too much at times. (This tends to make her a bit loopy rather then meaner as with Tom and Joan)

She’s arguably the most naturally talented of the three in the air and only her sometimes lackadaisical approach and minimal concern about her score seems to hold her back from claiming the top spot: She still leads the entire Navy in kills though.

Spoiler for Kagerou Ohta:

Name:
Kagerou “Kag” Ohta


Age: 16
Country of Origin: Fuso
Service: Army Air Force
Striker Unit:
Ki-61-II
History and Personality:
Hailing from Fuso Kagerou was one of the newer members of the squadron added fairly recently along with Tai. Being rather less excitable then the later she’s often charged with talking the later down after her (rather regular) fits. She more or less fell into this job thanks to experience gained from performing the same job on a number of her sisters back home. Though not really uptight she can find the sometimes free wheeling (to her view unthinking) manner of a number of the squadrons members annoying at times.

As with Tai her nickname was bestowed upon her by Thomasina who swiftly declared her given name unpronounceable (after on the order of 30 seconds of attempting to do so) and began referring to her as Kag constantly. Kagerou protested for sometime but as others started using it as well she realized it was a futile battle and reluctantly accepted it. Kagerou often serves as something of a bridge between the sometimes brutish Tai and the rest of the squadron. This is a job she undertakes with some exasperation and reluctance.

Her skills in the air are fairly good although she flies a machine that’s now somewhat outdated hurting her a bit. The fact she’s often being forced into bailing other more reckless fighters out of trouble rather then accumulating kills herself is also an issue. In fact she often seems to end being forced into playing peacemaker or bailing others out when they get into trouble either in the air or on the ground. Her overall temperament is often one of weariness as she contends with daily life among the often more manic members of the squadron.

While she hardly expects them all to act like proper upright young ladies is a little quiet now and then too much to ask for?

*Circles back around and strafes it with another random drabble.*

Spoiler for Obligtory Bar fight...:

“Don’t you think you’ve all had enough…” Kagerou sighed wearily as she watch the trio of Liberians become increasingly intoxicated, it was her unpleasant task to drive them home from the bar at the end of the night. It had been a good day in the air today and since they weren’t scheduled the fly tomorrow they’d decided to go out and celebrate, and knowing Kagerou didn’t drink they’d swiftly drafted her to drive them. As it was getting later and occupants were getting drunker though Kagerou was increasingly feeling it was really time to get out of here…

“Shuut ups! We’ll knows when we’z had enough! Where’s the bar tender anyway I need more b33r...”Thomasina slurred back at her.

“HEY!” Someone nearby suddenly announced and a moment later another witch pushed her way through the crowd up to Thomasina she was as, or possibly even more, intoxicated then her. “You’re the little bitch that stole my kill today and almost shot me in the process!”

Thomasina stared at her for a moment before responded. “I’m sorry who are you? All the scrubs kind of run together after awhile…”She slurred out still managing to be condescending despite her stupor. Kagerou sensed the impending disaster and was about to try and intervene, but she was too late.

“What’d you say?!” The other witch asked enraged as she leaned closer.

“I said you suck!” Thomasina responded matching her tone.

The other witch replied by taking a wild swing at the shorter girls head, but Thomasina ducked the punch and threw what was left of her drink into the girls face putting her off balance. A moment later she came back around smashing the glass itself over her head opening up a viscous gash on her brow and sending her staggering back. With that the fight was on and another one of her friends came at Thomasina from the left, but she ducked aside and the girl ended up nearly plowing in Joan who instinctively side stepped herself, extended her foot to trip her, and then more or less judo tossed the girl over the bar. Another girl coming in a with a pool cue was ambushed and laid out when Eva broke a stole over her head.

The fight in the bar had no expanded far beyond it’s initial trigger as everyone present, the vast majority already thoroughly drunk, decided now was the time to take there anger out on whoever had annoyed him either now or in the past. Despite their handicap the trio realized they should probably get the hell out of her before the MPs arrived, but the path to the front door was blocked by the bulk of the swirling melee along with everyone trying to flee the bar, and glancing around they noted Kagerou had disappeared as well. Well sucked to be her it was every women for herself! “There was a window in the bathroom!” Eva suddenly announced recalling that vital detail.

The other two quickly nodded and Joan took the lead as they plowed there way toward the bathroom a quick punch to one girls face, a knee to another mans groan, and a flying tackle of the last blocker into the wall besides the door quickly got them inside. The window was too high for them to just jump out of though and Joan once more bore the brunt of the work squatting down underneath it so Eva and then Thomasina could scramble over her shoulders and through it. Once outside the two of them formed there own tower and with considerable effort managed to drag Joan out of it as well though in doing so they all ended up collapsed in a heap just beneath the window.

They could hear sirens now and the MP would be here surrounding the building any second. They were quickly scrambling to untangle themselves and prepare to try and run for it when a Jeep suddenly screeched to a halt right in front of them. “Hurry up and get in dumbasses!” Kagerou shouted at them apparently having simply fled before the fight escalated rather then gotten caught in it.

The trio quickly complied piling into the jeep which Kagerou swiftly put back into drive and floored nearly tossing them out of it in the process. Taking the corner just down the street so fast it produced G forces and narrowly avoiding slamming into one of the arriving MP jeeps they quickly raced off into the night. Luckily said MPs decided the bar fight was a more pressing turn and declined to give pursuit to the speeding jeep.

“I’m surprised you bothered to come back…” Joan commented idly.

“I only did it because you didn’t start it for once.” She replied grumpily and silence prevailed for a moment.

“So… same time next week?” Eva asked half joking getting a glare from Kagerou.

*Pulls up and away and heads back to base*

[kct]

Time for another of the aviators.

Spoiler for Lt. Ronald “Ron” Anderson:

Name: Ronald “Ron” Anderson
Alias: Ron
Age: 21
Birthday: January 25
Rank: Lieutenant
Height: 180cm
Weight: 75kg
Hair: Brown
Usual wear: Liberion Air Force uniform

Country: Liberion
Aircraft: F-105F Wild Weasel II “Combat Martin” (Later F-105G WW III)
Specialization: SEAD

Personality:

Being one of the flight leaders in his squadron, Ronald would make sure that all of his flight mates return to their bases in safety at the end of the mission, since the war in Indochina is quickly becoming one with huge losses for all sides involved. Because of this, he placed teamwork as one of his biggest priorities, often resorting to threats just to make sure that all his flight-mates cooperate with each other.

Despite being fairly young for his rank, Ronald does show what it takes to be given enough trust to lead a flight on his own on the dangerous missions the squadron would go through. He was made as a “brother figure” for the Witches assigned to the squadron he was part of, teaching them some things that one won’t learn in classes, not to mention the Witches are much, much younger than the aviators in the squadron.

“Ron” was a shortened version of his given name.

Background:

As with most other combat pilots of the same period, Ronald was one of the many like him that were sent into the Indochina region during the “Intervention War” to combat threats from the other side of the Iron Curtain. Like the others, he was placed into front-line combat to directly fight their adversaries in the skies of Vietnam, placed at the Korat RSAFB in Siam.

However, there was something different from Ronald, in the sense that he was sent into the region as part of the 44th Tactical Fighter Squadron, a squadron of Wild Weasel F-105F and F-105G Thunderchiefs, specializing in Suppression of Enemy Air Defences. Wild Weasels does not operate like a typical fighter-bomber squadron of the period, instead, they are designated to take out enemy anti-air defences and radars to open a hole for any number of strike packages to complete their mission without the fear of being shot down by anti-air defences.

Assigned to lead a flight of four Wild Weasels (his modified “Combat Martin” F-105F, a normal F-105F, and a pair of F-105Gs), Ronald would place teamwork as his biggest concern, just to make sure that everyone would return to their bases without any harm. He would also rely on his flight-mates to bomb anti-air defences into smithereens, while he would cover for them with anti-radiation missiles.

This lasted until the deployment of Witches into the squadron (as part of the mass deployment of Witches into the region when the war took a huge twist), which increased the size of the 44th TFS (a typical flight would now consist of four Wild Weasel aircrafts and two Witches, dubbed the “Fairy Weasels”). Being one of the youngest and having the experience…it was obvious that the squadron made him become the “big brother” for the Witches, who are no more than relatively young teenage girls, and teaching them the finer points of being a Wild Weasel, although the days of the F-105 platform is numbered.

Combat information:

The F-105F Wild Weasel II that Ronald flies is a very specialized piece of machinery, being a dedicated SEAD platform from the start. His F-105F is one of the few “Combat Martin” aircrafts in the 44th Tactical Fighter Squadron (and other Wild Weasel squadrons), F-105Fs modified with Hallicrafters QRC-128 VHF jammers, filling up the rear cockpits of these two-seat aircrafts. This meant that pilots of Combat Martin Wild Weasel Thunderchiefs fly alone, without a WSO (Weapon Systems Officer) in the backseat (the pilots would rely on their squadron-mates or the Fairy Witches to provide visual information in the area of their blind spot coverage, and sometimes a Witch would be covering their six).

The function of the QRC-128, nicknamed "Colonel Computer," is to bounce voice communications over the radio channel back out after a delay, resulting in an obnoxious garble. Despite its use being stopped immediately under the directives of the higher-ups (due to the fact that some intelligence might be obtained from the communications), it was discovered that these jammers worked against formations of Neuroi fighters to confuse the Neurois. Soon enough, miniaturized versions of these jammers are installed in the Striker equivalents of the Wild Weasel Thunderchiefs to combat Neurois.

Ronald usually loiters around the theater of battle to provide information for his squadron-mates to strike, since the lack of a WSO meant that he cannot be performing outright strikes with bombs, at least without proper guidance. Despite that, his Combat Martin primarily carried up to four AGM-45 Shrikes on its outer wing pylon stations (utilizing dual missile racks), and a couple of AGM-78 Standard ARMs on the inboard wing pylon stations, since these anti-radiation missiles can be blindly fired at targets.

Quotes:

“Colonel Computer makes more weird noises than your average guy in the backseat.” – Lt. Ronald “Ron” Anderson, when asked about how it feels to fly alone in a two-seat aircraft.

[Kha]

Originally Posted by asaqe

Spoiler for How many miles to a witch?:

Somehow, I did not expected this...

We were going to meet a foreign squadron coming here to help us...

With the advent of the Neuroi attacking us during that year, it was difficult for us to repel the early advances of the enemy, in this world. Fighting the Neuroi was an utterly suicidal effort without witches or a knight...at least that is what the local priest told us...the only times where I ever went to a city was when I was training with the Civil Guard and even then more time is spent training then mingling with the women, but guess I can tell you what I know about the knight orders...

The knight orders were essentially man's response to a need to reduce the amount of casaulties dealt to them on the battlefield against the Neuroi, throughout the years there had been little success, especially during the first war where the attrition warfare between the major players of europe (not including us) left millions of men dead on the field thanks to the Miasma bomb attacks and human wave tactics. While the rumors of a tank striker unit was created for girls. It was only a while ago we actually formulated something for more men friendly usage...The unit was simple concept, it was a snap on unit that felt more like armour then a normal striker unit. I forgot the rest since I am not exactly that well literate...

The APC suddenly stopped and my commander, a gruff man in his 30s told us to fall in line. We were to greet the girls of the Sumous Volunteer Squadron,

"Alright guys, you are in for a treat before we go out and fight the Neuroi scum at Kolla, there we will hold the line for Witches so they can repel them." Our C.O then join us as we watch the girls stepped out of the Karlsland from afar...Some of the cherries then decided to scope the field of the witches and mumbling amongst each other, I stayed quiet as I looked at them

The first witch to step off the plane was a Brittanian woman with silver hair, from the looks of things she was a delinquent at first glance but just calmly walked to the airbase. Several more planes arrived carrying a Liberion girl with a rather well endowed rack and a Karlslander with glasses carrying a giant book...It seems like we were almost gazing at them when I noticed 3 of the men have gone, I made a gesture to the C.O to follow them...

"Hehehe, what beauties eh Häirikkö?" One of my fellow soldier chuckled as he peeped at a window of the girls waiting...
"Of course...but is that Britannian? Oh well, I know a lot about Brittanian languages, including how to get into bed with them" The other soldier was Häirikkö, suitably named: "Troublemaker" for his city boy roots was that he was used to living city side where foreigners travel a lot and he will pickpocket the wealthy Travellers so he can ask their daughters out and well according them...make kills or whatever that meant...

"You wish...they are witches, dont you know a bit of modesty when you meet them?" I told them sternly and with a gun aimed at them...

"What the... Craps Simon! Dont scare us like that! So why should I learn modesty from a militiaman and a farmboy?"

"Mainly due to if they find out we will be in trouble...or rather you are in trouble..." I then made a slightly cold gesture that told them to go back to their post.

"Thats it, I am out of here, see you later sir." The first of them ran off scimpering where the other walked at first before running like a coward

"Way to take out my wingmen, that settles it, you are coming with me to help them out..." The bastard then gave a slightly menacing handshake, a simpler term for this: Do it...or else...I was forced into this unfavorable situation that may change history.

As he drags me in, I felt as if Loki beckons me...him mocking me as I was forced to accept this fate where the possibility of me meeting a witch is happening...I decided attempt to pull back...

"Listen, I do not know much Brittanian nor Karlslandeesh nor Fuson! Well, see ya..." I knew that as a farmboy I did not know much beyond my native language and that gave me leeway in escaping the situation, but apparently it did not daunt him on the situation. He menancingly remarked on the situation...

"Oh you may not now, I do however have a book that can help you in scoring them in bed..." He gave me a book that said "How to make out in Britannian:

I made a facial gesture that sums as "Oh dear" but in reality felt like my lips made a box like gesture as I closed my eyes...

It's the Army; gutter minds r everywhere.

Originally Posted by Tk3997

*Flies by and bombs the thread with three more profiles*

Spoiler for Joan Foss:

Name:
Joan “Tempest” Foss


Age: 18
Height: 5’8”
Country of Origin: Liberion
Service: Marine Corps
Striker Unit:
Vought F4U-1D Corsair
Animal features: Bulldog
History and Personality:
The oldest of the Liberian pilots Joan was the first of them into combat and also the first to make ace though she now trails both of them in total kills. Born in northern Liberion she lived with her mother after her father died when she was young she began working on the family farm very young, but did not enjoy the work and wished for something bigger. She got her chance not long after when the Neuroi began there invasion. She’d always know of her magical talent, but never had the time or money to work much on it. She showed up looking to join the marines (deciding she like the look of there uniforms the best) within days of the first invasions and was quickly accepted.

First deployed into the Pacific once it became clear there would be little action in that area she was redeployed India and then into the middle east. It was during this time she first met Thomasina and Evangeline often stationed at the same bases and given the limited number of witches in most of there areas of operations period the three quickly became friends. After awhile the higher ups basically began putting them together on purpose for propaganda purposes (having three of the leading aces from each service flying together made for good news reel footage.)

Personality wise she’s fairly laid back and though she often talks up her temper and capacity for violence most people considered it hogwash. Indeed it often is, but she does have a limit when pushed past it or when the situation requires it her capacity for violence IS rather scary. Most of the time though so jus sort of goes with the flow serving as something of a middle man between the sometimes high strung and Thomasina and the even more casual Evangeline.

Spoiler for Evangline McCampbell:

Name:
Evangeline “Eva” McCampbell


Age: 16
Height: 5'5"

Country of Origin: Liberion
Service: Navy
Striker Unit: German F6F-5 Hellcat
Animal features: Ferret
History and Personality:
The youngest of the trio and the most outgoing Eva joined up with them during the start of the middle eastern deployment just they began to get into combat. She quickly went on a streak that had her overtaking Foss and just trailing McGuire in kills a position she still retains; although she can at least claim to have racked up the largest single day total of any of them.

She was born in southern Liberon she was interested in a naval career more or less from the moment she learned she could use magic. Ironically she was at first declined from service as it was felt the navy had “enough” witches already, but that attitude rapidly changed as the scale of the invasion became evident and she was quickly brought into the fold.

Of the three Eva (as she’s nearly always called) is the most easy going and enthusiastic of them. She has something of a prankster’s sense of humor, but luckily she can take a joke on her as well as she dishes it out. Thomasina is on of her favorite targets for these as she’s consistently pointed out that the girl needs to “loosen up” in her opinion. There long acquaintance allows her to get away with this more then most and she’s been known to take the blame for others pranks from time to time if she thought they where good. (few begrudge her taking the credit for these if it means escaping Thomasina ire) She also enjoys a good party and has been known to drink a bit too much at times. (This tends to make her a bit loopy rather then meaner as with Tom and Joan)

She’s arguably the most naturally talented of the three in the air and only her sometimes lackadaisical approach and minimal concern about her score seems to hold her back from claiming the top spot: She still leads the entire Navy in kills though.

Spoiler for Kagerou Ohta:

Name:
Kagerou “Kag” Ohta


Age: 16
Country of Origin: Fuso
Service: Army Air Force
Striker Unit:
Ki-61-II
History and Personality:
Hailing from Fuso Kagerou was one of the newer members of the squadron added fairly recently along with Tai. Being rather less excitable then the later she’s often charged with talking the later down after her (rather regular) fits. She more or less fell into this job thanks to experience gained from performing the same job on a number of her sisters back home. Though not really uptight she can find the sometimes free wheeling (to her view unthinking) manner of a number of the squadrons members annoying at times.

As with Tai her nickname was bestowed upon her by Thomasina who swiftly declared her given name unpronounceable (after on the order of 30 seconds of attempting to do so) and began referring to her as Kag constantly. Kagerou protested for sometime but as others started using it as well she realized it was a futile battle and reluctantly accepted it. Kagerou often serves as something of a bridge between the sometimes brutish Tai and the rest of the squadron. This is a job she undertakes with some exasperation and reluctance.

Her skills in the air are fairly good although she flies a machine that’s now somewhat outdated hurting her a bit. The fact she’s often being forced into bailing other more reckless fighters out of trouble rather then accumulating kills herself is also an issue. In fact she often seems to end being forced into playing peacemaker or bailing others out when they get into trouble either in the air or on the ground. Her overall temperament is often one of weariness as she contends with daily life among the often more manic members of the squadron.

While she hardly expects them all to act like proper upright young ladies is a little quiet now and then too much to ask for?

*Circles back around and strafes it with another random drabble.*

Spoiler for Obligtory Bar fight...:

“Don’t you think you’ve all had enough…” Kagerou sighed wearily as she watch the trio of Liberians become increasingly intoxicated, it was her unpleasant task to drive them home from the bar at the end of the night. It had been a good day in the air today and since they weren’t scheduled the fly tomorrow they’d decided to go out and celebrate, and knowing Kagerou didn’t drink they’d swiftly drafted her to drive them. As it was getting later and occupants were getting drunker though Kagerou was increasingly feeling it was really time to get out of here…

“Shuut ups! We’ll knows when we’z had enough! Where’s the bar tender anyway I need more b33r...”Thomasina slurred back at her.

“HEY!” Someone nearby suddenly announced and a moment later another witch pushed her way through the crowd up to Thomasina she was as, or possibly even more, intoxicated then her. “You’re the little bitch that stole my kill today and almost shot me in the process!”

Thomasina stared at her for a moment before responded. “I’m sorry who are you? All the scrubs kind of run together after awhile…”She slurred out still managing to be condescending despite her stupor. Kagerou sensed the impending disaster and was about to try and intervene, but she was too late.

“What’d you say?!” The other witch asked enraged as he leaned closer.

“I said you suck!” Thomasina responded matching her tone.

The other witch replied by taking a wild swing at the shorter girls head, but Thomasina ducked the punch and threw what was left of her drink into the girls face putting her off balance. A moment later she came back around and smashing the glass itself over her head opening up a viscous gash on her forehead and sending her staggering back. With that the fight was on and another one of her friends came at Thomasina from the left, but she ducked aside and the girl ended up nearly plowing in Joan who instinctively side stepped herself, extended her foot to trip her, and then more or less judo tossed the girl over the bar. Another girl coming in a with a pool cue was ambushed and laid out when Eva broke a stole over her head.

The fight in the bar had no expanded far beyond it’s initial trigger as everyone present, the vast majority already thoroughly drunk, decided now was the time to take there anger out on whoever had annoyed him either now or in the past. Despite their handicap the trio realized they should probably get the hell out of her before the MPs arrived, but the path to the front door was blocked by the bulk of the swirling melee along with everyone trying to flee the bar, and glancing around they noted Kagerou had disappeared as well. Well sucked to be her it was every women for herself! “There was a window in the bathroom!” Eva suddenly announced recalling that vital detail.

The other two quickly nodded and Joan took the lead as they plowed there way toward the bathroom a quick punch to one girls face, a knee to another mans groan, and a flying tackle of the last blocker into the wall besides the door quickly got them inside. The window was too high for them to just jump out of though and Joan once more bore the brunt of the work squatting down underneath it so Eva and then Thomasina could scramble over her shoulders and through it. Once outside the two of them formed there own tower and with considerable effort managed to drag Joan out of it as well though in doing so they all ended up collapsed in a heap just beneath the window.

They could hear sirens now and the MP would be here surrounding the building any second. They were quickly scrambling to untangle themselves and prepare to try and run for it when a Jeep suddenly screeched to a halt right in front of them. “Hurry up and get in dumbasses!” Kagerou shouted at them apparently having simply fled before the fight escalated rather then gotten caught in it.

The trio quickly complied piling into the jeep which Kagerou swiftly put back into drive and floored nearly tossing them out of it in the process. Taking the corner just down the street so fast it produced G forces and narrowly avoiding slamming into one of the arriving MP jeeps they quickly raced off into the night. Luckily said MPs decided the bar fight was a more pressing turn and declined to give pursuit to the speeding jeep.

“I’m surprised you bothered to come back…” Joan commented idly.

“I only did it because you didn’t start it for once.” She replied grumpily and silence prevailed for a moment.

“So… same time next week?” Eva asked half joking getting a glare from Kagerou.

*Pulls up and away and heads back to base*

*Kirby facepalms*

*Crest covers his head with his wing*

Originally Posted by kct

Time for another of the aviators.

Spoiler for Mister Combat Martin:

Name: Ronald “Ron” Anderson
Alias: Ron
Age: 23
Birthday: January 25
Rank: Lieutenant
Height: 180cm
Weight: 75kg
Hair: Brown
Usual wear: Liberion Air Force uniform

Country: Liberion
Aircraft: F-105F Wild Weasel II “Combat Martin” (Later F-105G WW III)
Specialization: SEAD

Personality:

Being one of the flight leaders in his squadron, Ronald would make sure that all of his flight mates return to their bases in safety at the end of the mission, since the war in Indochina is quickly becoming one with huge losses for all sides involved. Because of this, he placed teamwork as one of his biggest priorities, often resorting to threats just to make sure that all his flight-mates cooperate with each other.

Despite being fairly young for his rank, Ronald does show what it takes to be given enough trust to lead a flight on his own on the dangerous missions the squadron would go through. He was made as a “brother figure” for the Witches assigned to the squadron he was part of, teaching them some things that one won’t learn in classes, not to mention the Witches are much, much younger than the aviators in the squadron.

“Ron” was a shortened version of his given name.

Background:

As with most other combat pilots of the same period, Ronald was one of the many like him that were sent into the Indochina region during the “Intervention” to combat threats from the other side of the Iron Curtain. Like the others, he was placed into front-line combat to directly fight their adversaries in the skies of Vietnam, placed at the Takhli RSAFB in Siam.

However, there was something different from Ronald, in the sense that he was sent into the region as part of the 44th Tactical Fighter Squadron, a squadron of Wild Weasel F-105F and F-105G Thunderchiefs, specializing in Suppression of Enemy Air Defences. Wild Weasels does not operate like a typical fighter-bomber squadron of the period, instead, they are designated to take out enemy anti-air defences and radars to open a hole for any number of strike packages to complete their mission without the fear of being shot down by anti-air defences.

Assigned to lead a flight of four Wild Weasels (his modified “Combat Martin” F-105F, a normal F-105F, and a pair of F-105Gs), Ronald would place teamwork as his biggest concern, just to make sure that everyone would return to their bases without any harm. He would also rely on his flight-mates to bomb anti-air defences into smithereens, while he would cover for them with anti-radiation missiles.

This lasted until the deployment of Witches into the squadron (as part of the mass deployment of Witches into the region when the war took a huge twist), which increased the size of the 44th TFS (a typical flight consists of four Wild Weasel aircrafts and two Witches, dubbed the “Fairy Weasels”). Being one of the youngest in the squadron…it was obvious that the squadron made him become the “big brother” for the Witches, who are no more than relatively young teenage girls, and teaching them the finer points of being a Wild Weasel.

Combat information:

The F-105F Wild Weasel II that Ronald flies is a very specialized piece of machinery, being made into a dedicated SEAD platform from the start. His F-105F is one of the few “Combat Martin” aircrafts in the 44th Tactical Fighter Squadron (and other Wild Weasel squadrons). The Combat Martin aircrafts are F-105Fs modified with Hallicrafters QRC-128 VHF jammers, filling up the rear cockpits of these two-seat aircrafts. This meant that pilots of Combat Martin Wild Weasel Thunderchiefs fly alone, without a WSO (Weapon Systems Officer) in the backseat (the pilots would rely on their squadron-mates or the Fairy Witches to provide visual information in the area of their blind spot coverage, and sometimes a Witch would be covering their six).

The function of the QRC-128, nicknamed "Colonel Computer," is to bounce voice communications over the radio channel back out after a delay, resulting in an obnoxious garble. Despite its use being stopped immediately under the directives of the higher-ups (due to the fact that some intelligence might be obtained from the communications), it was discovered that these jammers worked against formations of Neuroi fighters to confuse the Neurois. Soon enough, miniaturized versions of these jammers are installed in the Striker equivalents of the Wild Weasel Thunderchiefs to combat Neurois.

Ronald was designated to loiter around the theater of battle to provide information for his squadron-mates to strike, since the lack of a WSO meant that he cannot be performing outright strikes with bombs, at least without proper guidance (he have problems with dumb-bombing). Despite that, his Combat Martin primarily carried up to four AGM-45 Shrikes on its outer wing pylon stations (utilizing dual missile racks), and a couple of AGM-78 Standard ARMs on the inboard wing pylon stations, since these anti-radiation missiles can be blindly fired at targets.

Quotes:

"Colonel Computer makes more weird noises than your average guy in the backseat." – Lt. Ronald “Ron” Anderson, when asked about how it feels to fly alone in a two-seat aircraft.

I'm learning quite a bit of history from you guys. And I'm not alone with aviator + witch teams anymore!

Now if only someone made a real fighter equivalent of a Striker Unit. Wouldn't that mean more power and weapon capacity, instead of having to lug everything around and still not even come close to a fighter's load?

[XenahortCharybdis]

Heh. Seems like a hell lot of fun down here.

Ah, where are my manners?

XenahortCharybdis, I'm transferring in temporarily from the Outer Cadia thread, though admittedly I still have one foot in there somewhere...

@Tk3997: Tk has crack..Grizzly Crack...Scary Full comments later.

@kct: So you're the Witches: Chaotic Century guy, am I right? You got a hell of a job ahead of you, and one hell of a good job. Good luck.

@Kha: That's a Warlock, you dummy XD...and anyway Strikers aren't THAT big, and as proven by Sakamoto Mio...they can be dumped on remotely (and hidden inside a wheelchair at that.)

As for me? I'm changing the history of late WWII...a bit, though for now I'm handling my finals, so I only have a title.

"Arkforce: The Road to Alamein."

and its side short (which is tentative)

"I, Dune Fox."

[kct]

Originally Posted by XenahortCharybdis

@kct: So you're the Witches: Chaotic Century guy, am I right? You got a hell of a job ahead of you, and one hell of a good job. Good luck.

No idea what that meant.

Kha: Hardly, at least since the point is not to follow Sky Girls in terms of giving them pseudo-mechs. However, in the "Intervention War" myth, Striker units would eventually receive improvements that their namesake counterparts receive (like in the case of the Combat Martin, in which the F-105F Wild Weasel IIs using them would discard the jammers due to doctrines, and brought up to the F-105G Wild Weasel III standard, while the Strikers would have the jammers miniaturized, and installed on them). This would at least maintain a decent correlation relationship between the Striker unit and the namesake aircraft, since Strikers are modeled after the real stuff anyway.

The M134 WOULD make an appearance, however, I am looking at it at the point of view of deploying the witch carrying the BIG ONE from an AC-130A Surprise Package. The Witch would directly assist the heavy-hitting gunship in targeting, because all the expensive and valuable equipment on the Surprise Package (it is a test bed) mean squat if the big guy couldn't hit anything.

On the aviation front...

Spoiler for Ye-152 series of interceptors:

Prototype high-speed Orussian interceptors derived from the MiG-21, the Ye-152 (NATO reporting name: "Flipper") series is the genesis of the MiG-21 concept (these interceptors basically outdid the MiG-21 in everything, at least in terms of outright performance). Flown by Orussian pilots (directly assisting the VPAF), they would prove to be the biggest challenge to Liberion's quest for air supremacy over the region, not to mention they would pose a huge danger to strategic air strikes. However, the biggest problem with deploying the interceptors is that the prototype Tumansky R-15 engines used by the interceptors are extremely problematic (requiring regular maintenance), hampering efforts to deploy these advanced interceptors in significant numbers, not to mention work on the interceptors were stopped to concentrate on (more like the results obtained from these interceptors was transferred to) several projects (one of which would result in the secretive deployment of the then-new MiG-25 in the Middle East, something that is not covered in the story).

The reason these interceptors were deployed in the region instead of the much more combat-ready Su-15 (NATO reporting name: "Flagon") is because of two reasons (which could change the landscape of the war), with the first being that these aircrafts looked visually similar to the MiG-21s being deployed by the VPAF in significant numbers (except being slightly larger). While the twin-engined Su-15s much more superior than these single-engine interceptors in terms of effectiveness (except outright speed and probably acceleration), it would present a greater problem if discovered by Liberion forces, that is, Orussia would be brought into a direct war against Liberion. The second reason was political infighting between the various aircraft design bureaus within Orussia, as Mikoyan-Gurevich OKB is directly competing against Sukhoi OKB (which developed the Su-15), the other major fighter aircraft design bureau within Orussia.

Soon enough this changed because of the situation in the region, as some of the pilots of these interceptors begin to quietly aid Liberion aircrafts in the fight against Neurois in the region, at least due to the fact that the Ye-152s are built with a powerful radar, or even because of a change of heart. However, these encounters are seldom reported out of respect of the Orussian pilots to maintain their anonymity (some of them spoke comprehensible English, despite being slightly accented, over the radio, probably showing that these pilots are not a rag-tag squadron assembled out of uneducated pilots). Some of these actions are intentionally carried out by the Orussian top brass, but are seldom told of in public, giving the pilots and their aircrafts an elusive aura of mystery that easily escape from the others.

[Kha]

Originally Posted by XenahortCharybdis

@Kha: That's a Warlock, you dummy XD...and anyway Strikers aren't THAT big, and as proven by Sakamoto Mio...they can be dumped on remotely (and hidden inside a wheelchair at that.)

You guys got me wrong. I know the SU aren't that big, and I'm not talking about a Warlock, which hints at a Neuroi S2 Engine.

What I mean is, increase the Striker unit to that of a full-sized engine, and seat the witch inside the craft like a normal pilot. Viola! A witch with the firepower of a true fighter, and still looks like a true fighter, because it is the true fighter with a magic engine.

Antoinette de Saint Exupery can go complain that Strike Witches are turning into pilots rather than witches later.

[Keroko]

I could type up a very long technical rant with dozens of theories of why that's not possible, but in the end the simplest reasons are the best:

Because it wouldn't be Strike Witches anymore.

[kct]

That. Is the reason why the Witches in Vietnam would use older Striker units (no point in giving them Wild Weasel-based Strikers if half of the features the WW have could not be implemented).

[Kha]

Such was my problem of trying to convince everyone else in the anime club of Strike Witches. I need that technical analysis to solidify my stand