Here we are, story started anew. Reason is because I didn't like how it turned out. As such, rewrite. Just have to make sure I don't go insane while I do it. Or, rather…...let's just get this done, shall we?

Book 1: A Red Sky

Chapter 1: Arrival.

The ship, a small freighter, pulled though the water, the salt air crossing my skin. The single scar across my left cheek pale on the white skin. My blue eyes scanned the horizon, spotting the destination. Five-hundred and first joint fighter wing, the Strike Witches. They decided to put one of the few -if not only- male witches with on the best squadrons. Now, I can't argue with the logic, but the reason behind it from what General Maloney told me was a question raiser. But it was truly none of my concern. I just follow orders.

"S-Sir?"

I turned to see a young man, I'd wager about eighteen. "Mhm? What is it?"

He saluted. "P-Private Charley O'Conner. I work with the Liberion military press….Sir.."

"Well, what do you need." I'll entertain him. "Relax." I fix my uniform. The proud symbol of Karlsland freshly pressed. Ribbons and medals hung proudly.

"J-Just some questions….Sir.."

"Well, go ahead. No need to call me 'Sir,' Wolfgang will do." Geeze this kid is scared stiff.

"O-Of course Sir- Wolfgang….um….one b-ig question….what's it like being the o-only known male witch?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are there any difficulties?"

"No. There are not. Last I was stationed was Langley. The witches there where kind. A few of them funny enough saw me as the older brother they never had. Well the commander there was like the mother who was strict, but, kind enough. Mhm, sorry, a bit off topic."

"N-No worries….the next question was about where you were stationed previously." The ship horn blared. "Oh….."

"Seems like I've reached my new home. Sorry private, have to cut the interview short." I walked past him and headed to grab my things from my room. A duffle bag, uniform bag, and an old guitar case.

The ship pulled into the port, back on deck I could see a red haired woman waiting for me. Commander Minna-Dietlinde Wilcke. Seems relaxed, the one the dossier said to watch for was a Mio Sakamoto. We'll see. The ramps were placed and ship tied to dock. I stepped down them and made my way over to her. I set my things down and saluted. "Ma'am, Major Dunmore Wolfgang reporting for duty."

"At ease Major. How was the ride?"

I picked my things up. "Calm, thankfully. Ma'am."

"You can call me 'Commander' or 'Minna.' We're too strict here. I find it to help the girls relax. You're the second new addition this month. We just got a young girl from Fuso."

"Yoshkia Miyafuji, Commander. Daughter of Doctor Miyafuji. A well-known name among witches."

"Of course, then I assume you know what happened to him?"

"He died. That's all. Happens in war, same thing happened with my family and home. Let's hope it doesn't affect her combat skills."

She paused. "Well, she has a slight aversion to fighting."

As we walked up past the runway, I took note of the patrol coming in. "That must change. We can't have a weak ideal as that in a front-line unit."

A questionable look took her face. "I don't think it as a weak ideal. She's just having a hard time figuring things out."

"Let us hope it doesn't cost any lives. Am I wrong?"

"Well," She paused to consider my words. "No, I suppose not. Just give her a chance, she grows on you."

I snorted. "Let's hope she figures things out quickly. We have a job to do. Gallia, Karlsland, Orussia, and more. Land we must retake from the Neuroi. We can't afford to fault in our efforts. General Maloney informed me of issues. He asked me to consider them."

"And what would these 'issues' be?"

"Nothing to worry about for now Ma'am. Now, shall we meet and greet?"

"Right. Follow me." She took me to a small room, from what I could tell it was used for briefings. "Everyone will be here soon. The night patrol just got back, best to let them take a moment."

"Understandable. Night patrols are tiring. The paranoia, it tolls the mind." I looked around the room and set my things down. "But, the best can subdue it."

"Major," I looked to the commander. "If you don't mind me asking. What's it like being the only known male witch?"

"I'm a soldier all the same. Just have some added on troubles."

"Troubles?"

"Nothing." I heard the door open. "Ah, here we are."

She nodded and directed herself to those coming in. The members of the Strike Witches. Asking them to take their seats quickly. Another woman made her way up to us, Major Mio Sakamoto from Fuso. "So this is him Minna?"

"Yes Mio. Introduce yourself Major Wolfgang."

"Thank you." I looked around the room, getting an idea of each person. "I am Major Dunmore Wolfgang. One of the only known male witches. I will be working aside you from here on out."

"A man!?" A voice yelled out, a Gallian, Perrine H. Clostermann. "Isn't this risky Commander?!"

"Perrine, it-"

"How would it be risky? Flying Officer Clostermann?" I directed my full attention to her. "Do you think me some undisciplined idiot? If so, say that, I rather like those I work with to be blunt. I know my way around witches, I was stationed at Langley for some time."

Another voice spoke up. "Wow! A male witch!?" Erica Hartmann. "That's so cool!" At least she's honest. If not a tad bit energetic. "Ignore Miss Snooty. I'm Erica Hartmann!" She reached her hand out.

"Well. At least someone is positive here."

"Did command understand the possible trouble of having a male working directly along with us?" Gertrude Barkhorn, the more serious one of the group. It felt like she judged every breath I took.

"I assume they would. But due to my history of working with Witches at Langley back in Liberion -with no trouble- they knew any risks." I took a moment to figure out what to say. "If you think I would be some perverted undisciplined dog, then let me assure you, I am the opposite." Before anyone could get a word in, the alarm rung across base. "Neuroi?"

"Yes, it seems so." The Commander directed the 501st to scramble. "Best chance to prove yourself to them Wolfgang."

I nodded. "Of course." I removed my uniform blouse and set it on a table with my shoes and removed my trousers, I had a pair of shorts under them. It is rather comfortable. "Let's do this quickly. The new guy always cooks dinner." I quickened my pace to the hanger and got to my striker. ME-109F. Putting the little ear-piece in. "Major Wolfgang, Ready." I grabbed the MG42 as it deployed. The other witches checked in.

"Large-type. Bearing North West. Two-ninety. Speed is fifty knots. Seventeen miles out."

"Copy. Witches, launch!" Major Sakamoto issued out the order. The magical circles sounded us and we shot out of the hanger. "Standard arrow formation. Major Wolfgang, up front."

"Copy. Moving up." As we encroached into the area, I noticed the calm in the air. "Eyes open, it's here somewhere." I noted a glint of red. "There, ten O'clock, ten degrees up."

"Good eye. Split Arrow, make two. We'll flank it."

I checked my weapon and straps. "Four to a group. Clostermann, Bishop, Miyafuji. On me." The target was confirmed when red beams streaked by. "Move up! It won't miss again!" As we got closer, the shot became more accurate. The appearance was of a larger B-29 bomber. I let my weapon drop on my sling and raised my hand to raise a large shield. "Umleiten!" The beams hit, but didn't bounce away, rather it collected. "Ugh…. come on!" I started coning the shield till the beams were sent back, slicing into the Neuroi. "Move in!"

The loud screech was a good indicator. "Good hit Wolfgang."

"Can't use it too much." I noted the cracked skin on my hands. "Let's deal with this." We surrounded it and circled around it. "Where's the core at!?"

Sakamoto pulled back and used her Magical eye to look over it. "There! Just left of the right wing!"

"Barkhorn, open it up!" I ordered her and thankfully she did as told. "Bishop. Get ready!"

"R-Right!" The core shined through the hole and Bishop fired a few rounds, not hitting it. "Almost…." The fourth round hit and shattered the core. "Yes!"

"About time." I saw the disappointment on her face. "A bit more training and the first round will hit." Pathetic excuse for a marksmen.

"All witches return to base. We got a problem."

I cocked an eyebrow in curiosity. "What happened?"

"It was a diversion. The town of Deal was hit. A fast-moving projectile from Gallia. I'll brief you all when you get back."

"Damn Neuroi, getting smart….." I looked around. "Everyone okay?" One by one, they reported in. "Bishop, you good?"

"Y-Yes Sir!"

"Don't worry, we'll make it so you can hit these Neuroi from miles away. With your eyes closed. Better shot with that then I am." Positive reinforcement with the critique. Don't need broken morale. "Let's head on back. Major?"

Sakamoto nodded. "Let's go."

No doubt we'll send a few of us to help at Deal. Helps with public image. Good propaganda.

END CHAPTER 1

Hello everyone, hope you like this first part. Like I said, I am doing a rewrite of my stories. I want all feedback, smallest of help can go miles. So, I'll see you all next time. Chapter 2: Family (Subject to change)