Andrews Air Force Base

On one of the base's hangars can be seen a young woman probably in her late or mid teens, she was wearing the casual air force jumpsuit and without a doubt she is a witch in the air force, she was observing one of the mechanics tending her striker unit. But what sets her unit apart from the rest of the other witches in the air force is that her unit is based on the Boeing B-52 Stratofortress. Which is a strategic bomber to begin with. Approaching the hangar was a man wearing a dress uniform of the air force but the man has two stars signifying he's a Major General in the air force.

Noticing this the witch in the hangar turned about and stood in attention and saluted the General as he approaches her.

"General Stanfield, how could I help you sir?" Paulina asked the senior officer after she gave the man a crisp salute in which he quickly returned.

"Well first of, how are you Paulina, my you've grown It's been a while since we've last seen each other." Stanfield greeted.

"Yes sir, last time we've seen each other was in my promotion ceremony." She replied with a smile.

"You are not wrong there, Colonel. May we discuss somewhere in private?" He asked the young woman.

"Of course sir, we can head to the officers wardroom to discuss this matter, cause apparently my office space is too open to of use." She replied with a small chuckle.

"That I know of Colonel, lead the way then." The General said with a smile.

After a bit of walking into the base's headquarters and finally reaching the officers wardroom, and finally locking the door after the both of them have entered the room, the two sat down in one of the tables.

"Would you wish for some coffee sir?" Paulina asked gesturing to the coffee maker they have installed.

"That would be nice Colonel, please get us some coffee, this discussion could be long." He said as he began to unlock his briefcase and pulling out some documents that has the stamp of Classified on the top of it.

After a bit of shuffling in the wardroom, and now with two hot steaming mugs of coffee with it's aroma filling the room quickly, the General then set out to start the discussion by quickly clearing his throat signifying he will speak and that Paulina needs to listen now.

"Now Colonel as you know, you and a some others have been part of the Bomber witch program for sometime now, correct?" The General asked the witch.

"Yes sir, I've been part of the program ever since 1995, I've been part of the program for almost 4 years now." She replied with a glint of pride.

"And yet you are doing a fine job Colonel, may I ask what do you know of this program?" The General added.

"As my knowledge would tell me, the program has been running since the 2nd Great Neuroi War, and Liberions first Bomber Striker models were modeled after the B-25, B-24, B-17, and B-29 bombers in that time period, and has ever since continued it's research and development over the course of decade after decade with the most recent in service units modeled after the B-52, B-1, and B-2. That's all I know for our country at least." She replied to the man.

"Couldn't have said it better myself Colonel, are you aware that other countries also have these kind of program dating back to the 2nd GNW (WWII)?" He asked again.

"Well I'm sure Britannia has a program as well, but countries like Orussia, Gallia, or Karlsland, or Romagna, and Fuso. I'm not sure sir." She said as she sips some of her hot coffee.

A/N: Some countries in the series have a different name from their real life counterparts like Liberion is based on the U.S.A, Britannia is Britain obviously, and Gallia as France and Romagna as Italy. Etc.

"Well said Colonel, these following countries did have a similar program, but Karlsland, Romagna, and Fuso dropped theirs during the 50's in favor of Fighter Bomber units, and Fighter based Strikers in general, since they've viewed the program as costly and impractical for their forces, but that wasn't the case for us, nor the Britannians, nor the Orussians, nor the Gallians. The following countries still has it's bomber witches program still on going." The General explained.

"Never knew that a few other countries still have their own program like us." She replied.

"During 1982 when the Neuroi's made an appearance in the Falkland Islands, the Britannians were quick to respond, are you aware of their bombing exploits near Port Stanley?" The General asked.

"I am sir, but I thought Royal Navy and Royal Marines witches are only involve in this conflict? I never knew that the RAF would use their Bomber Witches as well." She said.

"Well during the hectic fighting in the islands the Britannians deployed over a dozen Bomber witches, all using an assortment of equipment. Most of them are using units based on the Avro Vulcan, but a few others are using the 1950's vintage Vickers Valiant strikers, the Britannians were quick to retire the Victor strikers after its service life was ended, due to complaints of bomber witches when it comes to the range of the aircraft, as it was a gas guzzler for your girl's magic." The General explained.

"So what now for our program?" She asked nervously.

"Well the program is under threat of being shut downed as the air force is planning to allocate the funds of the program on more conventional forces, but I am advocating that the program to be continued and I have earned the support of the Chief of Staff of the Air Force, since he was well aware of it's effectiveness as seen from the 2nd GNW, the Kosun (Korean) peninsula neuroi incursion, and the incursion in the Dai Viet Republic (Vietnam) and of course the operations Linebackers 1 and 2." The General said as he grabs a document from his briefcase and handing it to Paulina.

As Paulina was reading the documents, she was shocked to see the extreme long term effectiveness of the program in many operations the air force did in the past extending from the 2nd GNW, Kosun, and the Dai Viet war, she was well aware of the Dai Viet Operations, such as Linebacker where scores of conventional bombers were lost thanks to neuroi SAM fire. But the program has remedied this problem from it's forward base in U-Tapao, as apparent by the bombing damage the bomber witches inflicted in the Neuroi controlled city of Hanoi. As the city was more or less reduced to rubble as the intense bombing was carried out.

"So what's the plan now sir?" Paulina asked the General as she returns the document.

"Well now were going to meet the Chief of Staff tomorrow at 0900 in the morning, so I want you to prepare yourself am I clear?" The General asked as he begins to pack his documents.

"Crystal sir, is anyone else gonna accompany us?" She asked

"Well I do remember asking Brigadier General Doolittle to come along with us and speak with the Chief of Staff, but I still haven't receive a reply from her, she's still probably flying out of Offutt in Nebraska heading here." The General replied.

"Well that answers my question, on what time we'll meet tomorrow sir?" She asked the General as they both stood up and shook hands.

"Meet me tomorrow at the base's gate, there should be a car waiting for us, and it'll take us to the Pentagon directly." General Stanfield replied to Paulina's question.

"Roger that, see you then General." She replied as they both walk out of the officer's wardroom and went their separate directions.

As Paulina was walking back to her office she has a run in with her long time friend and apparently her current unit's executive officer, this was none other than Major Caroline Sweeney, or just Carol for short as everyone would like to call her most of the time.

"So what did the old man told you?" Carol asked Paulina.

"Nothing much, but I'll tell you that the bomber witches program is under threat of being canned thanks to the bureaucrats in the air force and the national government, saying that conventional forces is a more cost efficient approach than the 50 year old and proven program." She replied as they walk to the office space of the base's headquarters.

"So what does that mean for us?" She asked as she pondered what would happen to them, and on her mind was forced retirement out of the air force which was a no no for her.

"Honestly I have no clue, could be of three things. We either become a trainer for recruits, or we train on the fighter units and use those strikers or we could train on conventional planes and fly them, and the worse case scenario, probably forced retirement." She replied as she shivers at the last bit of her sentence as she has no plans yet to end her air force career.

The rest of the day was uneventful, after signing off at 7:30 Pm Paulina and along with Caroline headed for the base's officer's mess hall where dinner was being served steak and grilled salmon was being served, with Caroline taking the steak and barbecue as she was apparent that she was a meat lover, on the other hand Paulina took the more conservative approach to her meal, instead she got grilled salmon and a small bowl of salad as her dinner for the day, the two had an amazing time together, chatting the usual bouts of their respective families and the legacy their ancestors has left to them, finally at 8:10 Pm after a glass of specially grape juice made by the cook, the two then said their goodbyes and headed for their respective quarters, now since their both commissioned officers in the air force their housed in one of the two BOQ's in the base (Bachelor Officer Quarters, basically the quarters for commissioned officers in the U.S Military) after taking a quick shower Paulina then set about to her bed and a little later dripping into sleep.

Paulina was awaken when she heard her alarm clock ringing, reaching for the clock and dismissing it, she looked over and she saw it was 5:00 Am in the morning, lazily and groggily dragging herself out of the bed and going to her closet and picking up her PT clothes and then taking off her current clothing and throwing it in the laundry hamper, she then went to the bathroom to fix herself, about 4 minutes later she walked out of the bathroom with her bob cut fixed and now wearing a sports bra with the logo of the Air Force she has this custom made for her use, and shorts with a text that says USLAF in one side and the roundel of the air force, and to finish it off a hoodie that has the inscriptions of her name and rank going with the air force colors of blue and white. Finally tying her running shoes neatly she walked out of her BOQ building into the morning air to do some laps around the base's perimeter, this was fairly uneventful and later she returned to her quarters at 7:45 Am in the morning after a nearly 2 hours worth of exercise around the base, she then fixed herself by taking a bath and finally going out of the bathroom she then laid out her dress blues.

She neatly fixed her dress blue uniform, correctly pinning her name tag, rank devices, and her ribbons, she then began the process of wearing it, about an hour of trying to figure out why suddenly her chest area have been a little bit tight and finding a solution by using one of her larger sized dress uniform to suit her needs, she then walked out of her quarters at exactly 8:10 Am, since it was still early she then headed to the mess hall to get something to eat, but she then decided that she'll just have a sandwich and a cup of coffee on the go. Walking a bit later she then met up with the general who was waiting for her in front of the base's entrance along with their transport.

"Your almost late Colonel, anything happened that I should know about?" General Stanfield greeted.

"No sir, no problems at all." Paulina assures the General.

"Well alright then, get in if we run late we might get caught up with the usual D.C traffic." He said as he enters the car and Paulina right behind him.

"Driver get us to the Pentagon ASAP, or were gonna late." The General ordered at the driver.

"Y-Yes sir, right away! We'll be there shortly!" The driver replied as they began their 25 minute drive from Andrews AFB to the Pentagon.

The Pentagon: [Office of the Chief of Staff of the Air Force]

"So your telling me that the damn bureaucrats in the air force and national government is really planning to shut down the Bomber Witches program for good?" The Chief said as he quickly ponders the result of the said decision and it's impact.

The Chief of Staff of the Air Force was a self imposing man, standing at a solid 5'10 and four stars on his shoulders and a wide array of ribbons denoting his long service in the air force, he also has a nametag which read O'Neil that was at least a name for the Chief of Staff.

"Yes sir, I've heard this from my sources within the air force, that these people are planning to cut funding from the program. Thus ending it." General Stanfield replied to the Chief of Staff.

"Well that's something we cannot have, over the years I've served in the air force I've seen the effectiveness of this program first handed especially in the Dai Viet (Vietnam) Neuroi incursion." The Chief said.

"That is also my reasoning sir, the program have seen so much success, so why end it?" General Stanfield added.

"You got a point Stanfield, but I wanna hear the opinions of your juniors first." He said as he gestures to the other two occupants of the office.

"Ah yes sir, please meet Colonel Paulina Tibbets of the 2nd Bomb wing and honorary member of the 96th bomb squadron, along with her is the head of the program, Brigadier General Doolittle." General Stanfield introduces the two witches at the air force chief.

"Mhm good to meet your acquaintance ladies, now would you tell me. How effective is this program in your opinions?" The air force chief asked the two.

"Sir if I may?" Paulina asked the chief where the chief closely listens. "Sir the program has been running for over 50 years now and had seen effective use from the 2nd GNW and the subsequent wars it followed, I personally don't see the point for the program to be shut downed." She said to the chief.

"Good answer Colonel, taking notes from history, you are correct the program has been active for the last 51 years and is still making new discoveries currently, what's your say General?" General O'Neil asked the other witch.

"Sir the program may have seen huge success over the years, but that doesn't lessen the fact that this program has also in directly saved countless of lives of both civilian and military, knowing that our girls will be able to penetrate deep into neuroi controlled territory and destroying a target either it be a hive like the one we did at Hanoi or a neuroi armaments factory that produces neuroi walkers that reigns terror to civilians in the ground. I agree with Colonel that the program should be continued." B. General Doolittle replied.

"Good answer General, I guess that answers my questions, don't worry the program will remain as it is, I'll pass this matter onto the President as well when I speak to him, is there anything else General Stanfield?" The chief asked.

"Yes sir, I'd like the formation of experimental Joint Bomber Wings. As you are well aware that Britannia, Gallia, and Orussia also has a similar program within their air forces, I'd like this to be created as we can know the effectiveness of joint units for the bomber witches since historically most bomber witches only operate with their respective countries air service, but a few people within the program including me and General Doolittle here are curious with this concept, I would like you sir to please contact your counterparts and ask for assistance." General Stanfield pleaded to the chief.

"Well the idea is good, alright I'll contact my counterparts and ask for some of their bomber witches to operate with us." The chief replied.

"Thank you sir, that'll be all then." Stanfield replied.

"Alright then, your all dismissed." He said with a wave as he began to make some calls.

 Meanwhile in Britannia: [RAF Headquarters High Wycombe]

In this base sees two young girls obviously witches wearing their dress uniform in a land rover wolf that they've borrowed from the army can be seen entering the base perimeter. Just as the two girls approach the guard house they were stopped by a man with a band on his shoulder marking him as an 'MP' and the one driving the vehicle complied and stopped just at the barrier.

"My my, what brings you two ladies at a place like this?" The MP greeted.

"Corporal I'm sure you're aware of the fraternization regulations between regular service members of the RAF and those who belong to the witch corps, which by article 6 is said to be punishable of rank demotion or separation from the service." The older woman warned the young man.

"O-of course Flight Lieutenant, can I please know your intentions today in High Wycombe and your identifications please?" The young man asked now as he was made clear of the rank insignia of the semi older and younger woman in front of him.

"Flight-Lieutenant Willa Reid and Flight-Sergeant Dalene Gibson from RAF Marham on orders to see Air Marshall Sir Johnathan Allison." She said to the MP as the MP at the same time she gave their identification cards to be inspected. 

"I-I see you have an appointment with the air marshal then, I guess it would be better if I don't tangle you girl's here, please proceed ma'am." He replied as he returns the I.D cards back.

"Why thank you Corporal, that's very kind of you." The witch replied as she grabs the I.D's back and slowly enters the base as the young Corporal gave them a crisp salute.

After a bit of distance away from the guard house, the rover's only passenger spoke up.

"Well that was quite harsh of you ma'am, never knew you could bite that ferociously." The passenger spoke up with a laugh.

"Well Dalene you'll know it when you've been in the air force as long as me that sometimes the regular personnel do get chummy with us witches." She said with a sigh as she continues to drive down the road leading to RAF HQ.

"I know they get attracted to us beautiful young women, isn't that alright to help boost morale for everyone?" She asked the more senior girl.

"Technically morale is good, but it breaks fraternization regulations too much that sometimes both parties are hurt to a degree that we won't be able to do our assignments or duties correctly." She lectured the younger girl.

As the two chatted they soon arrived at the parking apron of the HQ, and the promptly meeting with the air marshal, as they enter his office he was rather talkin with some one else in the phone. as the both of them soon seating in front of the man's desk.

"Ok thank you sir, tell the Liberions I'll be sending some of my girls over there as well, yes sir, thank you sir." He said through the phone.

"Ok ladies change of plans, that was the Marshal of the Air Force and he was contacted by the Chief of Staff of the Liberion air force to form a experimental joint unit, so you'll be heading state side three days from now, am I understood?" He asked the two.

"Yes sir, loud and clear!" Dalene responded.

"Aye sir, you are received." Willa replied.

"Good, now we'll begin your briefing on our upcoming offensives in the middle east." The Marshall said.

 Bordeaux-Mérignac Air Base: Gallia (France)

On the base's office sits a general speaking to one his bomber witches about the same matter.

"Ah sub-lieutenant Perrine, glad you can make it, are you willing to spend some time with the Liberions?"

"That depends sir, am I going there on Liaison orders or something else?" She asked her superior.

"Good, then you'll go there in three days to take part in a experimental joint unit ok?" The man said.

"Yes sir!" She replied.

"Splendid, you are dismissed then." The man replied.

Ukrainka Air Base: Amur Oblast Orussian Federation

In the office of the base commander was three witches being briefed by their C.O.

"Now you three are aware that some of our allies also have similar programs with us, technically we developed our first bomber striker unit the TU-4 from the Liberion's B-29 Striker, now they've asked us for some assistance with their experimental joint bomber unit, and as a return gesture I recommended you three to be the ones to be sent overseas for this assignment." The C.O explained.

"As long as we still get to destroy some neuroi targets I'm in!" The youngest in the three excitedly said.

"Slow down there Adria, don't do anything stupid that will get you killed alright." The second oldest in the three replied with a chuckle.

"Well sir, as long as we are able to serve the motherland's allies all three of us are willing to go there." The most senior and mature in the three added.

"Well if that's the case then, there would be a AN-124 that will take you to Liberion in a few days, is that good enough?" The C.O asked.

"Yes sir, that'll be more than enough." The leader of the three girls replied.

"Good, you three are dismissed." The General said.

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A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates guys been busy with real life so I couldn't find the best time to write, now just as I said am not able to update my GuP book since this came up, but don't worry, the next update will be that book. So for now author out!

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