User blog:SydneyFFG03/Strike Witches fanfic

PLACE HOLDER - I  WANTED TO TYPE THIS AND SAVE IT SOMEWHERE TO CELAN UP BEFORE I LOST IT

THIS WAS A DREAM I HAD AND RECORDED WHAT I COULD BEFORE IT WENT FOGGY

I found myself as an aircraft mechanic on an Adelaide class FFG

this ship has two helo hangars, one with a Kiowa, and the other has a few striker launchers

Two had Britainia markings

last had a Fusou marking

(this is roughly from what i remember up to when i woke)

Sucks humans cant remember dreams very well after waking up... That sounds awesome

I dunno exactly how i ended up in there, though the CPO said to check out the strikers cause the 'witch flight' was about to launch out for a patrol

so a 'will do' slips out and off to it.

time skip

Here I am checking the Fusou witches striker one last time after she puts it on, navy blue skirt flapping in my face

and i go look up and use a hand to hold her skirt down to her thigh to stop the flapping

"Most witches don't bother with skirts, this is half the reason why"

then the witch looks back down, light brown hair, (at this point its apparent the dream is anime styled)

dark grey eyes looking down at me

"Well I'm not about to freely show myself when walking around"

Probably pissed that you're grabbing her skirt

Random male recruit on ship harasses young fuso witch

"You complain all the time, though you never do anything. Is it... you actually like it?"

After that i let it go and steap away so she can throw herself out the hangar and into the sky

the Britainia witches already out the door

and the next bit involved recovering the Kiowa, stowing it in its hangar then another time skip

its now night, the witches recovered aboard at some point and the crews at dinner

i found myself on watch with the XO, a man about 40, on the bridge

at some point the Fusou witch appears on the bridge and trades places with the XO, who slips away, i figured to get some food while its warm

now in more detail and standing taller than this witch

i get a better look at her Wakamoto style hair

But with a small bit tied into a low ponytail

"Well now I saved you from some boredom, didn't I?"

Yeah, the company of a nice young woman is nice, but a witch! And they're of limits!

and so we pretty much spent the rest of the watch quietly scanning the dark outsides of the ship, XO never came back

(i'll prolly reread all this later and type it properly with dialogue)

I was relieved, went down for food before the galley closed completely, and young Fusou (no name)

Decided she'd drag me into the senior sailors mess to eat together alone

(why was it the Fusou witch!)

after eating some semi cold stuff

Some ration sponge

Fusou goes and pinches my bottom lip then licks it!

"You had some food sticking out"

(and god knows why it seems like an illicit romance)

next thing one of the Britainian witches (who turns out toe be a Commonwealth, not English)

Australis, "oi, the heck do you two think yer playing at? Junior sailors don't belong here! Nore should any male crew be fraternising!"

-in that whole tight officer tone-

then she steps in, closes the door behind her-

"Now that I can't deny telling you if anyone else catches you.... Be more careful. Just go to bed for now."

she winks and vanishes out the door

Now at this point i'm thinking in the dream about what just happened

Have you done that? In a dream you think about it as if it really just happened?

anyway, i kinda come to realise this Fusou witch and I have been upto something against the rules

so ms Fusou gives a rub on the chest, an 'yasumi' and shes out the door.

I quickly clean up and make it look like i'm clearing up after the senior sailors

wash up, slip to bed myself and another time skip

This time were alongside (in port) going off into town for some R&R while the ship is docked

I end up doing another time skip from the ship to some hobby shop in town and am fishing up an aircraft carrier

The detail and coherence of this dream is impressive, and yes sometimes i fond myself very pulled into them as my dreams can get pretty realistic at times

(the other day when i was coming home from North Sydney, i had to change trains at Town Hall, so i visited hobby co till my train was due, saw a Russian carrier kit i almost bought)

looking at it, thinking can i trust the brand?

and then i find myself pulled to these (of course not real) kits of strikers

(notphysically pulled, like you unwillingly walked yourself there)

so as if they were real world plane kits, I start scanning and see if any favourite model names jump out

i find this Sea Fury striker kit with extended wings with unguided rockets

i say aloud, store empty, 'now this is nice'

then i look on the box art more at the witch rearing it

wearing*

(in our world, a boxart emphasises the plan, not pilot)

the art is a rear view of the striker from propeller end first, up to the witches thigh socks

as a natural male whos used to seeing such things, i don't think much of it, but again as a male

i can't help but keep going and start looking at this Royal Navy witch and her rack making a huge lump in her ribbed sweater

about this time, who else but ms Fusou pops out for a scare

"You're not perving on mere art again, are you?"

After i recover from the scare, i sigh and put the kit back on the shelf

'You're not getting jealous, are you?'

"Oh, not at all. Its only natural a young man would be unable to control his eyes"

after a bit of a cheeky grilling over 2D vs 3D

we ended up walking out together, nothing boght, and the same stern but turn the other way officer that caught us in theships senior sailors mess is there

with a land rover "So whats next Kaza?"

(her name finally gets revealed)

"Now that we've found the main dish, we can head over to meet your personal mechanic"

as witches get this greater than normal strength when theyopen their familiar

i find myself practically picked up and thrown into the back of the land rover

with both witches laughing, Kaza jumps in the front with the Australis witch (i'll assume shes Navy)

and another time skip to the Navy's Fleet Air Arm base

(it seems the ship docked somewhere near Nowra, south coast)

(look up HMAS Albatross if you're curious)

so i had been robbed of my shore leave, kidnapped by this cheeky witch and her seeming partner in crime

next i find myself climbing out of the land rover just outside the furtherst hangar

i soon find that the Australis witches' personal mechanic is someone looking like late 40s/early 50s

(if you know Porsche from Tiger in Desert and her partner, he looks like that)

seems this Australis witch is 22 and very close to retirement as a witch, and her name is Claire

these two seem to be in some kind of close relationship that shouldn't be allowed, though it seems they know once she retires its no holds to stop it

I shake hands with the man, he grins "So has Kazami managed to rip those glued on trousers off yet?"

(there, her name is fully Kazami)

i'm a bit taken back by the mans comment, seems like me and this witch are more than i first thought

kazami just laughs, like Mio would, and waves her hand across her face

"No, impossible, he's too disciplined to break the no frat rule, especially as a sailor"

i'm confused at this point, though i still manage to get something out

'Consider this (this info just spewled out)

'Consider that we both serve on the same a ship, a crew of just over 100. Theres no way-'

i get cut off by Claire

"I get what you're saying, though you can't keep your pants on forever, that or you bat for the other team"

and strikes a pose, arms crossed, looks at me with tilted head, one eye closed

"Even after you two got so close that time when Kazami was posted to our ship in Yokosuka"

about this time in the grilling (it felt like i was getting grilled for not submitting)

an air raid siren goes off

Being in a hangar, some strikers were near by ready to go, looked like jet A-4 Skyhawk strikers

(i would guess in this dream world ship borne witches use old prop stikers for ease of use on a smaller ship)

(while land based or big carriers get jets)

not 10 seconds had gone before Claire went and equipped one set of these jets

her boyfriend mechanic wheels out a trolly with a single barrel 20mm (A-4s used a colt 20mm)

Clair picks it up, slings it and clips on an ammo box to one of her wings

(this is like a belt fed method)

"Go one, get rid of it, we still have dinner in town tonight) he said as Clair grabs him by the neck, kisses

"Of course" and then Claire was out

meanwhile Kazami was trying to use a jet striker, but by then other crew mechanics poured in to battle stations

and were stopping her

"No way, no way are ya taking this up!"

"But its a raid, and no strikers here are old types!"

"No, you're not cleared for A-4s"

pissed off Kazami instead steals one of the 20mil cannons and rushes outside, i guess as AA

"Don't just stand there dumb founded, push some ammo out so i can actually use this!"

place swap, Claire in the sky with about 6 other witches that got up

2 other Fusou witches in the mix with jet strikers

radar guy over radio (i guess its him)

"One large target strayed from the containment zone, if you can bag it, the boss owes you a slab"

(slab meaning a shipping pallet size of beer cans)

they all call a mix of 'roger' 'sure thing' 'make it imported!'

and zoom forward god knows how far, then back at the base

Kazami getting itchy "this sucks, my first battle and theres nothing to see..."

'settle down, if theres no enemy in sight, it means its likely gone by now'

all she does is grumble

back in the air, the shootings already started, and Neuroi it is

size of a jumbo jet, the 7 witches move around so they can cut its wings off and figure out where the core might be

one of the Fusou witches and a younger Australis with strafe its underside, and after all the ripping apart of the Neuroi, they spot the core

sometime drags by while they zoom around trying to get the core (being under neath and slow moving seemed to be a problem)

eventually one of the Australis girls, with a Hornet striker, throws a wing mounted penetration bomb at the under side of the Neuroi, blowing enough aprt that the core is exposed enough to be shot with ease from any angle

pissed off it took so long, Claire zooms in, 20mil in hand, and goes for a point blank shot

after it was destroyed, the witches took a moment to watch it fall apart and dissapear in a shower of shards

then returned to base, seemingly unhamred

back at base, some personnel had to wrestle the cannone from Kazami

As there was no enemy, she had no reason to keep holding it

though she refused because she didn't get to fire it. (troublesome girl)

after Claire touched down, convinced her to put it back

Claire and boy friend discreetly use the excuse of 'post flight damage check' to be alone on the side

i get grabbed by the arm and dragged away

"Claire can't be the only one to get some shots off."

Kazami wanted to fire off some rounds at the rifle range, though because of the recent air raid, that was a no no

i snuck off so not to get dragged somehwere again

and run into a high school class mate turned Navy intel officer (true storY)

So i find myself pulled aside by Gabby for talks about ethics between air mechs and the witches they support.

Seems someone on base reported me for being too close with Kazami

after that, i went to bed afterdusk in the reserve barracks

as i was falling a sleep, a black figure shot in through a slightly opened window and sat on top of me

and that was the point i got woken up