The sky is calm, fluffy clouds float by, on any other day i would be outside, reading a book or laying in the grass. But today were on task, we have a mission. The Neurio are attacking and we intercepted them above Britannia.
The battle Witches flew through the air, gunblazing as they engaged the Neurio in dogfights as our unit tried to take them down. I fire my FG42, the heat on it's muzel burning my hands, but i don't feel it, the pain is numbed by my focus on the combat around me. I take aim and fire a burst, downing three Neurio drones.
I load a fresh clip into my rifle, tossing the empty one and scan the skyline, spoting a larger Neurio the size of a fighter heading towards me, before i can take aim a sharp crack is heard and the thing falls to the ground bellow.
I turn my head to see Bishop hovering behind me, her eye lined up with her anti neurio rifle's sights, the front still smoking.
"Good shot Bishop"! i below cupping my hands around my mouth. She nodes in respone and flys off.
The rest of the 501st is locked in combat aswell, flying about trying to contain the enemy.
The wind is picking up, my Lufftwaffe uniform flows noisely in the gusts, my desert fox ears and tail flap about.
I move to regroup with the rest of the witches, were wrapping this up, a i fly towards the i hear the sharp whine of enemy fire, raising my barrier in respones as lasers slam into it.
i flip onto my back and draw my dual Maser's, firing a stream of bullets at my pursuers, they move to avoid this and that is when i strike, flipping in mid air to grasp my weapon, emptying it into my enemys.
Through the clouds bellow a large one, i kick it into overdrive to escape it, i'm low on ammo and wouldn't last long in a fight with it. waves of laser fire follow me as a zing and zag trying to loss the beast, it's body is like a B-17 with tank turret's on the wings.
Pulling into a dive i move through the clouds and to the forest bellow, zooming over treetops as it stays on my tall, crashing trough the clouds like a great beast.
"What does it take to lose you"? i yell as a beam wiz's by my head and i pull up, hey if not down, why not up?
This does little to slow my foe, as he is getting closer. I look on my belt for anything that could help, extra clips, med kit and some Grenades...that's it! I pull both off of my belt and lock my hands in the pins.
"Here goes nothing" i think shutting off my engines as the beast flys by, grasping its side and hold on for dear life, firing my pistol until it dents the armor and makes a hole, dropping both frags in i let go and watch as the thing blows to hell.
As i float in the shards, a set of hazel eyes killroy their way into my vision.
"Hello Miyafuji" i pant out, the fighting taking a lot out of me.
"Are you OK, we lost sight of you and your radio was out"? she asks, she realy does care for all of her squadron mates, good girl.
"I'm fine, just a little beat, my radio's off, the buzzing gets on my nerves" i say smiling.
The rest of the wing regroups and we head back to base. As we near the runway a ringing fills my ears.
"What the fuck is that" i scream out, no one else hears it, opening my eyes i see to late that i'm going to slam into the runway.
"Just like Nipa" i say to myself as the world goes black.
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...zzz
"AAHH!" i pant out jumping up in bed, my alarm clock ringing.
"should have set the radio setting" i groan out, all through between ringing and modern music, i will take the ringing everytime. I slip out of bed and turn on my lamp, booting up my laptop to check my acount.
I respond to any PMs i have been sent during the night and turn on so music to wake me up, none of that new crap, so good old CCR always get my blood pumping.
"Someone told me long ago...there's a calm before the storm..." The speakers spit out.
I get dressed in cargo pants boots and a T-shirt, shave the three hairs on my chin that i call a beard and brush my teeth. Once i'm done i sit down and watch the news.
"...ISIS bombing in..."
"...Drug shipment found in tampa..."
"U.S Congress can't agree.."
"Why is the world so fucked up, also congress not agreeing is a daily event" i say to myself. One thing i like is living alone, no family here, but that's my business, not yours.
I slip into a sweatshirt and grab my I-Pod, living a few blocks from school has it's perks, i put on my Navy SEAL march songs play list and head for school.
...W...
I spot my friend Ty and throw on my best idiot smile.
"Morning" i say beaming like a moron.
"Hey" he replies in a monotone fashion. Sometimes i think he needs a shot of coffee in the morning just for an extra head start.
We walk together from their, talking back and forth between the two of us.
"I had the coolest dream last night, I was a Strike Witch and-
"is that the pedo anime you watch and never shutup about"?
"Hey, it has a good cast and great story"
"And topless 14 years olds"
Sometimes i wounder why were friends, we never do agree, but that's a different fanfic from this anyway.
"Lets talk about something else shall we"? i ask trying to change the subject
"Lets, so i was playing Call of Duty Advanced warfare and-
"No, not that, anything else" i say, why can't they make any good Vietnam war games? Who cares about some fake future war. also why are there no Strike Witches games? It's a good concept, make a Witch and take to the skies to fight the Neurio, come on Japan!
So we talk about school and teenager stuff, not that i would know much on the subject, being the person i am, i don't have time to "Snapchat" or "Instagram" people, most people my age have little knowlege of the past,
"Who cares about some war that happened years ago"? they ask, i realy wish we could beat the stupid out of them but sadly no, we can't.
Anyway we part ways once at school, well were friends, we work in seprate clicks.
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"Good morning class, open your text books to page 121, today were reading about the Spanish American war" the teacher said, writing this on the board.
"Does anyone know what started this conflict"? he asks, my hand shooting up in a heart beat.
"Mr (My name is none of your concern)" he says pointing.
"The USS Maine sunk, the US acused the Cuban's and then it hit the fan" i said.
"correct as always" he says smiling.
Someone knocks at the door and he leaves the room, he speaks with someone outside and returns.
"Class as you all know, we have a foreign exchange program here at our fine school, as such i would like to introduce to you four new students from Germany, four girls steped into the classroom, and i was shocked.
"May i introduce Erica and Ursla Hartmann, Gertrude Barkhorn and Minna-Dietlinde Wilcke"
And at the head of the class i could see four of the Strike Witches...
My life is truly strange.
So? what did you think? OK this isn't realy my best, and it will never fill the hole left by Tet Offesive's passing (Plays Taps). This is more or less a self insert so minus dreams there won't be to much combat. Any other witches you guys want to see in this? I want to bring in Eila Sanya and Nipa, but any witches will do, oh and before i forget, there will be some refrences to other anime and media so...ya.
Read Review and don't try to fight Santa Anna at the Alamo, your not going to win:)