Strike Witches Love is Alive and Well!

Previously on Strike Witches

You can understand enough Japanese to translate stuff?
Why not try to work on something?
http://www.ne.jp/asahi/humikane/e-wacs/
http://strikewitches.wikia.com/wiki/Translation_Statuses
http://www.mediafire.com/?vr2foomz2rnxm

http://strikewitches.wikia.com/wiki/Strike_Witches_Wiki - The Wiki It has Translations as well
http://www.mediafire.com/britfag - The Novels
http://www.mediafire.com/mangafoxlite - The Manga
http://www.mediafire.com/karlslandbestland - The Music
http://www.mediafire.com/starlightstream2 - The Radio
http://www.mediafire.com/GhettoArchive - The Past
http://www.megaupload.com/?f=DG49E3O3 - contains episodes and audio stuff


Season 2 OST
Lossless - http://www.megaupload.com/?d=4SH5HYYM
MP3 - http://www.megaupload.com/?d=Y0DRKBX0

Ohashi Ayuru CD
FLAC - http://www.megaupload.com/?d=47UU6PII
MP3 - http://www.megaupload.com/?d=LS9PHWQU

#aliveandwell@rizon.net

>>320
 You can most likely expect something some time tomorrow.

>>177

Any chance you could repost those previous links on mediafire using fire serve now? Or reposting the Charlotte x Lynne/Yoshika story?

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>>322

TrudexLynnexYoshika
http://www.fileserve.com/file/CGr7p9p

MarseillexTrude
http://www.fileserve.com/file/ZJkrf55

Can't find my Shirley x Minna one though, must've deleted it

When all is said and done, is there any way that all of these stories get archived into one rar/zip of awesome?

>>325

I'll leave that to someone else

>>324
>That Yoshika one
Shit, Trude, what are you doing?

>>327
Shoving fruit in her reproductive organs, I assume. You should try it some time.

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>>321
Sorry for the delay

  They had not eaten since yesterday. Having learned from experience that there was no telling when they would get their next meal, they had divided their bread into two parts: one to eat, one to save. Then they would break off a bit of the saved part, a little while later another bit, and soon it would be gone. Later they would ask: -Has anyone got any bread? I'll give half a cigarette for it.
-I had some yesterday, but I've eaten it.
They had turned off the road into the forest in the evening and were still pushing forward, ignorant of where they were being led and for what purpose.
-Let's shift loads.
-I carried it longer than last time.
-Christ, I'll be damned if I'll go on carrying the thing!
-Stop grousing all the time! Hand over the tripod, I'll take it.
The speaker was Lehto.
A spruce branch sprang back into someone's face.
-Holy Christ, can't you be more careful, you pisshead?
-You watch your goddamn tongue!
-Think I'm going to take shit from you?
 The battle of words never led to a fight or even to bad feelings; with the disappearance of the exhaustion and nervous tension which was its cause, the quarrel was forgotten as though it never occured.
 No one thought of cursing Koskela, for he was never without a burden. While the others spelled each other, he handed back one piece of equipment only to take another man's burden, helping each of the machine-gun crews in turn. Some men objected to letting him carry them, but they did not persist in their refusal for they were actually grateful for his help. Lehto did not want to appear in a worse light, so he too carried continuously.

>>330
-Where's Number One gun's barrel?" Koskela asked.
-Maatta has it.
-Where's he?
-I saw him walking over there a minute ago.
-Keep moving. We can't stop to look for anyone.
-You've tried to keep out of Maatta's sight so you wouldn't have to take the barrel, and now you've let him get lost" growled Hietanen.
-Oh keep your mouth shut" Sihvonen said angrily.-We've all done our fair share of carrying.
Prrrrrr.
A long chattering burst from a tommy gun put an end to the conversation and sent them tumbling to their knees, their hearts hammering.

 I'l finish the rest of what I had planned to type out tomorrow.

>>331
-What was that?
-Russkies, what else?
-Machine guns, stations!
Wearily they dragged their weapons into position. The barrel of Number One gun was still missing, and Lahtinen wanted to go back and look for Maatta, feeling himself responsible for his disappearance. But Koskela forbade him.
-You'll never find anyone in these woods. The firing will tell him where we are.
 The Russians were banging away perfunctorily from the darkness now, Koskela whispered:
-We're supposed to be covering one flank of a general advance. We may have a long wait ahead of us, so we'll stand half-hour watches, and let those not om guard rest.
 Guards were posted and the rest withdrew to the shelter of some tall spruce standing a short distance in the rear. Raindrops dripped from the branches and the wet blueberry bushes and ferns soaked their already sodden boots. But the sky had paled and now they could dimly see each other. They were an ugly lot: faces covered with dirt and stubble, eyes empty and expressionless, mouths grim and set. Could this still only be the fourth day of the war dawning?
 They wrapped themselves in their overcoats, but the cold made sleep impossible. And each time the desultory firing grew sharper, they would start into a sitting position and look about questioningly until it slackened. Then the tenseness left their faces and they sank down again.
 Soon the rain stopped and the sky became still brighter. A breeze shook little showers from the branches, and their wet garments collected litter from the carpet of needles under the spruce. A bird broke hesitatingly into song, and far away the guns rumbled.
 Rahikainen stood leaning against a tree trunk, staring at his water logged boots and humming softly to himself until Lehto, glancing at his watch, declared that Vanhala and Salo had to be relieved.
-Is it my turn already? asked Rahikainen.
-It sure as hell is.
-God damn, I might have known. They'd never get to Moscow without me.
 Grumbling, he slung his rifle and went off with Sihvonen to the guard post. Their footsteps hardly died away when a rustling sound came from the forest. The men seized their rifles and listened.
-Halt! Give the password!
-I've forgotten the damn thing. But I'll give you the day before yesterday's if that's any use.
-Is that you, Maatta?
-It's me. Is the gun there?
 They were overjoyed to see Maatta back, although they had actually worried very little about the situation, knowing that he would master the situation somehow. Maatta was dripping wet but as unpertrubed as ever as he stood looking around him in silence as though taking stock of how things might have changed in his absence. In general he tried to get along without asking questions, and now again he left the initiative to others.
-Where have you been?
-Lost.
-How did you find your way here?
-I guessed from the shooting.
 Sitting under a spruce Maatta began taking off his boots. He squeezed the water from his socks before remarking to casually to Koskela:
-There's a hell of a lot of Russians in the forest. Maybe we ought to let the battalion brass know. In fact, maybe we ought to take a look ourselves.

>>332
-Where?
-Over that way a mile or so. It's hard to guess distances.
 Hurriedly Koskela sent a messenger off to carry Maatta's news to headquarters, and shortly received a reply saying that the Second Company would comb the area. They felt better after that but still they kept their rifles ready. And as their tension waned, their hunger grew. Soon the talk turned again to the subject of food.
-You know I'm hungry?
-How can you be when you ate only yesterday morning?
-Jesus, how I'd like to be back in civvies!
-Civvies! I'd be satisfied with a piece of bread and I can't even get that.
-I wonder how long the brass thinks a man can keep on his feet on the rations we're getting" said Vanhala
Lahtinen snorted with bitter contempt.
-Think? They don't think, they know. They've counted the calories in your rations. Go complain and they'll lay the figures down in front of you to prove you can't be hungry. As a matter of fact, it'd take a brave man to complain after what they did to Isoaho.
 Isoaho was a First Company private who had taken a visiting inspecting general's query as to whether anyone had any complaints to literally. Afterwards he had been put through the mill until he was nearly driven out of his mind. Three times a day he was weighed on a scale and no sooner had he gotten back from one medical examination than he was ordered to a new one. All this plus the way the officers and the NCOs picked on him made him bitterly regret that he had ever opened his mouth.
 Hietanen slapped the wet knees of his trousers as he said:
-I don't know anything about calories. but my belly tells me there's not enough of 'em.
-Mm. Your stomach may tell you that, but do you think the brass understands what your guts say? Soldier's bellies have been growling so for so long that the brass have forgotten what the rumbles mean. Especially since their own bellies are full.
 Lahtinen spoke in all seriousness, but Hietanen only burst out laughing:
-You know, boys, I've heard that you can learn how to throw your voice so that it sounds like it's coming from your belly. We ought to learn, so every time the brass goes by our guts can holler "food."
  Vanhala rocked with laughter, Lahtinen's attempt to indoctrinate his companions had had no more effect than on a thousand previous occasions. And his failure well illustrated the difference between grousing and revolt. The men were always ready to deride their country's upper class, but all attempts to lend political significance to to their mockery met with laughterm for their criticisms were never more than half serious. Similarly they fought shy of the waving flag of patriotism. "Damned preacher" was how they described any Educational Officer who was prone to such talk.

>>333
 Vanhala was so overcome with mirth that only with an effort could he speak:
-All our bellies talking, khee-hee! What would the brass say to that?
 Lahtinen wass in the vicious moods which these clashes always aroused in him. He knew that he ought to hold his tongue, but his present physical misery increased his bitterness to such an extent that he went on:
-What would they say? They'd throw you in jail and give you a Bible to read so you could see that there's something holy in hunger.
 And you can't deny that hunger has been turned into a tradition in Finland, a tradition the rich have made the poor believe is sacred. Our army has gone into battle half-dead with hunger for six or seven hundred years, always with a bare behind showing through its rags. First it was the Swedes we had to make history for, and now it's our gentry's turn. Rich old men and women need something to shed a few tears over, so they're glad there are poor people they can help to show their own goodness That's the way it would be with us too-if we had bread and decent clothes, where would the heroism be?


That's all for this installment. If you liked it I would be willing to do more. If you didn't like it that's fine too.

>>308
I am looking forward to the wacky misadventures of Litvyak and Juutilainen. Next chapter when?

>>335

Later this week maybe, schedule is still pretty hectic but I've got ~5 pages done and they are about to get to a good stopping point. Chapter after this one has a chance for a guest appearance so I'm excited about that.

>>336
Guest appearance? Neat. Also, I noticed that when Eila and Sanya formally introduced themselves to one another they didn't use their full names, now, that's not proper etiquette.

>>337

Eila is a thief, I didn't want her revealing herself quite yet. As for Sanya I guess she should have but at the same time she only sees Eila as an acquaintance so there's no reason for her to give away her full name either. And a hint for the guest...every Han Solo needs a Boba Fett

>>337
 You know what else isn't proper etiquette? Breaking into someone's house and kidnapping them.

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>>338
 Got Star Wars on the mind, chief?
>>339
 She's a poorfag from Finland, what do you expect?

>>341
I expect some goddamn manners

>>338
I liked Ford better as Indiana Jones.

>>341

Always got Star Wars on my mind, doesn't help that I was watching some documentaries on it while writing.

>>343

That's a hard choice for me, I can never choose between the two.

>>344
 But Indy has a whip and a hat and he beats up Nazis. Also, he doesn't get frozen in carbonite and I like his hair better.

>>345

True, Nazis are better baddies than Storm Troopers but I'd trade in Short Round for Chewie any day.

>>346
good point.

>>338
Is it Elma? I bet it's Elma. It's Elma, right?

>>271
 Oddly enough, the only thing that bothered me in this chapter was Eila's brown coat. Probably because I'm thinking of those brown Russian uniforms as opposed to those grey Finnish uniforms.

>>349

She'll get her blue/gray threads within the next two chapters.

>>350
>threads
 it has been so long since I've heard someone say that.

>>350
 Needs more hetare silliness. Also, I don't think Sanya is quite convinced that her scrawny kidnapper is the real deal.

>>352

>Needs more hetare silliness

Funny that in my outlines I've shied away from that, which is weird considering that was the original idea but I'm not sure where to incorporate it now.

Sanya is not quite convinced yet, but with the completion of this chapter they've only spent a few days together so it's understandable, Eila hasn't had the chance to prove herself yet.

>>353
 It's not like Eila has to act like a total hetaretard but she's still a hetare so it won't be surprising for her to come off as awkward.

>>353
but lighthearted silliness and romance is what I signed on for. And the beating.

>>355

The lighthearted silliness I'll have to work in somewhere, maybe the encounter(s) with Elma Fett will be silly instead of cool/badass, but don't worry about that spoiler, there will be plenty of that.

>>356
>Elma Fett
Wait, seriously?

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>>357

No