VALKYRIAN MERCS is back, baby!Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Valkyrian%20Mercs%20QuestDon't know what Valkyria Chronicles is? Check it out here! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valkyria_ChroniclesToday we're going to continue where we left off last thread and wrap up voting for new squaddies! Once that's done we'll continue with the rest of the side chapter!Next post will be the list of entries that were put up last thread. Just to let you know, tanker choice will most likely either be Warren Stewart or Benjamin Pinkley since there was huge consensus between both of those choices. However, the second slot is still up for grabs.If no consensus can be reached I'll just stick in a pregenned character as a compromise.
>>24852382NAME: ErinyesGENDER: FemaleCLASS: LancerPERSONALITY: SoldierBRIEF BACKGROUND: Erinyes is a Gallian born Darcsen who's family was killed during EW1. Growing up she swore vengeance on the empire and dedicated her life to killing as many of them as possible. NAME: Berry SunshineGENDER: FemaleCLASS: EngineerPERSONALITY: SoldierBRIEF BACKGROUND: There are people that can kill, and then there are people like Berry. Capable of disarming a bomb and using the same wires to patch a wounded comrade, she was always sent in ahead of main forces to prepare the way. While she is a capable shot, she relied on others to help her complete the missions, many of which helped save the lives of countless soldiers.NAME: Warren StewartGENDER: MaleCLASS: Tanker (to run the TD)PERSONALITY: MercenaryBACKGROUND: A tanker from the highlands of northern Albion, Warren's love of things that go boom know no bounds. He became a mercenary for the thrills, the explosions, and the money, and has yet to be disappointed by any of the above.NAME: JonathanGENDER: MaleCLASS: LancerPERSONALITY: Brutal, To the point, Speaks with mostly Yes/no/ or not answering at all. Hates talking about his past, Is all in it for the cash.BRIEF BACKGROUND: Has fought for as long as he can remember. Father was a mercenary so he learned the trade from him during his travels. Doesn't have any tragic back story. Instead just branching off after his dad retired.
>>24852407NAME: Benjamin "Headcase" PinkleyGENDER: MaleCLASS: TankerPERSONALITY: Headcase is generally laid back and positive, never letting anything get him down for long. The one thing he can't stand is negativity.BRIEF BACKGROUND: Headcase grew up in Emmeria. While serving in the Emmerian military's Armor Branch, he received numerous reprimands for unauthorized modification of, and misuse of, government property. When his hitch was up, he decided that rather than re-enlist and deal with yet more negativity from the brass, he could come to Europa and make money doing exactly what he was doing before. Riding around in tanks and playing music from a speaker very loudly.NAME: Jonathan JohansenGENDER: MaleCLASS: LancerPERSONALITY: KnightBRIEF BACKGROUND: A large imposing man, carrying his heavy lance around with ease. Albionese noble, who lost his estate and his father to Imperial naval bombardment and is now out for vengeance.NAME: Daisy HendersonGENDER: FemaleCLASS: EngineerPERSONALITY: Daisy was born and raised on a farm, so shes generally no nonsense and hard working when she needs to be, but she lets loose around friends and family.BRIEF BACKGROUND: Born in Southern Emmeria, Daisy was raised as the son her father never had. It was from him she learned her rifle skills and how to fix the farms tractor, both of which came in handy after the farm was repossessed after he caught sick and died. Looking for new scenery and pay she set off to Europa.NAME: Gareth "Gaz" ThatcherGENDER: MaleCLASS: TankerPERSONALITY: Neurotic and cynical. BACKGROUND: Gareth was considered to be barely worth the effort when he was conscripted into the Albion military. By an administrative error he was transferred to the 53rd armored division where he distinguished himself as a talented tanker. While not exceptional in anyway, he has a feel for all the small things that matter, and they all add up in the end.
>>24852419NAME: Nanoha TakamachiGENDER: FemaleCLASS: LancerPERSONALITY: KnightBRIEF BACKGROUND: Hailing from the Far East, Nanoha was born into a family of Samurai, though her path into the warrior arts was stymied by her gender. Bored and frustrated, she instead turned to the life of a mercenary in search of fame and fortune.NAME: Kellam LockliarGENDER: MaleCLASS: EngineerPERSONALITY: Tall but laconic soul, he's the type that doesn't say much more then is needed, save for when he is making a strong case for a certain action he believes in. He lacks a certain presence though, being almost 'normal' in every sense of the word, meaning he can seemingly blend into the background with little trouble.BRIEF BACKGROUND: Kellam, born in northern Gallia, spent most a lot of his earlier years tinkering around with anything he can get his hands on, slowly working his way up to bigger things till he was working on military vehicles and supplies.Due to his nature, it was often forgotten he even worked at the base, even though it was him almost everyday in and out that kept everything in line. There was even a rumor while he was there some ghost that was restocking the reserves or seemingly making scrapes and dents disappear from vehicles every night (it was all Kellam though). It wasn't long after the rumors came up that he was fired for 'not pulling his weight', as his commanding officer had put it.Deciding it wasn't worth arguing with the officer again, he sought out new employment elsewhere.
>>24852430NAME: Ymir TruemanGENDER: MaleCLASS:LancerPERSONALITY:KnightBRIEF BACKGROUND: Ymir's father was a survivor of a Belkan House annihilated during the Empire's conquest of the country. Taking refuge in Galia, he grew to adulthood and married a minor noble's daughter. Ymir was born, and was raised in a Belkan fashion, taught to value honor and bravery. Though he tried to enlist in the Galian/Empire war, he was deemed to young to be allowed into the Regulars, and his father refused to send him to the Militia, who were treated oft as little more then fodder.Ymir continued to train diligently, opting to take the lance as his preferred weapon, with the image of the knights of old. He modifies his lances, affixing a blade along its side to allow it to better serve in melee.The young would be knight is soft spoken but vocal, with a very diligent and caring personality.He is very shy around women.NAME: Fritz KaufmannGENDER: MaleCLASS: Storm TrooperPERSONALITY: SoldierDown to earth and easy going doesn't give off the impression of a noble but can act the part if need be. Loves keeping up with international politics and is very knowledgeable on the subject.BRIEF BACKGROUND: Born into a low ranking noble house he served briefly in the imperial army before killing his Commanding officer in a dispute over the cruel treatment of Gallian civilians in an occupied village during EW2. Is currently wanted for treason and desertion and is being hunted by his family who feel the need to execute him themselves.
>>24852445NAME: Silvia CastalaniGENDER: FemaleCLASS: EngineerPERSONALITY: SoldierBRIEF BACKGROUND: An Ustian daughter of a greengrocer, Silvia went into engineering to escape the small town she was born in. After an Empire-sponsored insurgent movement bombed her university, killing her comrades and teachers, Silvia joined the Alliance army corps, clearing mines and building fortifications on the central front. The experiences there has left her resentful of nobles and with a firm belief that chivalry is a foolish notion that is best discarded on the battlefield. Silvia has somewhat of a "sixth sense" when it comes to detecting mines.NAME: Kirk SampsonGENDER: MaleCLASS: EngineerPERSONALITY: Valiant, but polite. But has a forgettable presence, enemies often consider him a lesser threat until it's too late. Even his allies tend to forget he exists, much to his annoyance!BACKGROUND: Raised as a lumberjack in eastern Cascadia (that's across the ocean eh?) Kirk volunteered for the Expeditionary Corps and has served across Albion and much of the Federation. Discharged after his unit was considered too understrength to continue fighting, Kirk turned to mercenary work rather than return home or join the navy. Has an impenetrably dense Cascadian accent and tries to compensate by gesturing a lot while speaking.Have at it!
>>24852457Whatever happened to the Ex Belkan knight that was proposed late last thread. That was my favorite by far.
>>24852496As was pointed out in the previous thread, her profile as it currently is overlaps too much with current team members.
>Benjamin "Headcase" Pinkley>Fritz KaufmannVoting for these two.
>>24852529Which ones? (Apart from Julia)Was planning to rework her anyway.
>going to see Star Trek tonight>Valkyrian Mercs shows up as I'm leavingFFFFFFFFFFFFFF--Casting votes for Headcase and Ymir. There, I contributed. Stop getting on my case conscience.Have a good run Command!
>>24852529Damn, Can I vote for her anyway? Twice?
>>24852566Julia, primarily. You can throw up an edited version and we'll see how it goes.
Did you ever work on Brillant OP? I don't recall seeing him much except for a few group fights and at the bar with Ramirez.
>>24852457I'm voting for Pinkley and Ymir.
>>24852687I sorta have to admit that Brillant got kind of the short end of the creativity stick. The sad truth of having multiple NPCs is that some are inevitably going to be overshadowed by others.
Ymir Trueman and Warren Stewart
>>NAMEIsolde Reinhardt>>GENDERFemale>>CLASSLancer>>PERSONALITYStoic and devoted to her knightly code of honour, Isolde nevertheless is deeply loyal to her comrades. She is also extremely embittered over her current situation, especially against the noble responsible for her charges of treason.>>BRIEF BACKGROUNDBorn into a long line of famed Belkan knights, Isolde had aspired to knighthood since her childhood, influenced as she was by the tales of her famous forebears. However, her status as a female led to prejudice against her aspiration. The Knightly Orders, as an institution were predominantly male, and many females still had trouble being accepted into the chosen brotherhood. Fortunately for Isolde, during her struggles to be recognised as a knight, war was declared.She was eventually assigned to the assault of Yuktobania, where the growth of her fame was meteoric, especially after the Battle of Korvso, where her regiment repelled an entire Federation Division, albeit at the cost of horrendous casualties. It was even rumored that she would soon challenge the current holder of the title of Grandmaster of the Orders, the First Imperial Princess Karla, which would have led to the unprecedented situation of two females challenging one another for the title.Her promising career was abruptly cut short when she slew the son of a prominent Imperial noble in a duel over a serious disagreement on prisoner treatment. The erstwhile noble's father, a confidant of the Emperor himself, and enraged over his son's death had her charged with treason, forcing her to flee to the Federation. Bitter and set on revenge, she took up arms against the nation she would've once given her life to serve.
>>24853030Right, so is this acceptable?
>>24853030I'll vote for it. I'd prefer her for a Tanker myself, but she'll do.
>>24852382>Benjamin "Headcase" Pinkley>>24853030If that's acceptableIf not.>Silvia Castalani
>>24853030Name: Brother JirardGender: MaleClass:TankerPersonality: Believes in righteous judgement and retribution. Imperials deserve both. Strong moral compass.Background: Jirard was a simple village priest until his town was attacked by an Imperial force hunting down partisans. They were destroyed in a climactic tank battle with Gallian armor units. Jirard found and repaired one of the damaged tanks, and replaced it's turret with a pulpit. He then proceeded to roll across the battlefield of the war, spreading the word of morality and righteousness. His skills were noted upon, so he sells his ability as a Tanker in order to finance the construction of a new church and the repair of his home town.Hope its not too late for this!
>>24853116Tanker would be my first choice, but that's taken sadly.Luckily! The Lancer class has their own set of knightly connotations, including the fact that they wear plate armor.
>>24853030Voting for Stewart and Reinhardt.
Benjamin Pinkley and Ymir Trueman.
>>24852457Voting for headcase and kaufmann
>>24853030Voting for Warren and >>24853030.
>>24852430Got to go with "Headcase" Pinkley for sure.Ugh, second choice. If are next set of missions is based around Defense I would say an Engineer or a Lancer. Sam did ask for a another lancer... Trueman or Reinhardt don't care which.
>>24852382Is it possible to crosstrain Jaeger as a tanker? It feels like he's going to get left out of future battles, since he can't hurt tanks. Plus, our ex already does it.
So it looks like the consensus has centered on Headcase and Isolde. I'm closing voting now and continuing with the side chapter.CHOOSE YOUR FATE>A certain ruthless partisan.>A certain resourceful line cook.>A certain overworked one man army.
>>24852382Explosion guy definitely, as for the second, I'm leaning to Isolde myself.
>>24853354Belkan Knights are perfectly able to fight without tanks. It's actually expected of them.
>>24853367>A certain overworked one man army.Ramirez, star in a side story with your manliness.
>>24853367>A certain overworked one man army.I wonder who THIS is
>>24853367>>A certain resourceful line cook.I'm wondering who this is.
>>24853367>A certain resourceful line cook.If Red October taught me anything its to always keep an eye on the cook.
>>24853367>>A certain resourceful line cook.Huh, is this Alek?
>>24853367>A certain overworked one man army.RAMIREZ, STAR IN THAT SIDEQUEST WITH YOUR HUGE BALLS!
I missed out on the voting due to playing the rising storm closed beta (banzai is so fucking fun)
>>24853367>A certain overworked one man army.This sounds like fun.
>>24853367>>A certain resourceful line cook.I'm really curious as to who this is.
>>24853386That doesn't answer the question though.
>>24853367>A certain overworked one man army.RAMIREZ! ENACT YOUR BACK STORY! USE SMOKE TO ADVANCE!
>A certain overworked one man army.Would go partisan but no way in hell that is going to win.
>>24853493Short answer is, I'd rather not multiclass. There will plenty of chances to fight Knights outside of their tanks, anyways.
>>24853367>A certain resourceful line cook.We must know.
WHO IS THE COOK!?!
>>24853533So basically only the enemies get to multiclass? That sucks. Especially since tankers have traditionally had a secondary class in VC.
>>24853367>>A certain resourceful line cook.Curiosity killed the cat, BUT FUCK IT!
>>24853610A fair point. I'd say letting someone be anything other than a tanker/X is a bad idea, but I'd really like to let Jaeger drive a tank.
>>24853610We don't need to multiclass. We are JAEGER. MotherFUCKING. STURMFUHRER!>>24853643We don't need a tank for the reason above.
>>24853643That would be a WAR CRIME.
>>24853367>A certain overworked one man army.Ramirez build that character!
>>24853367>>A certain resourceful line cook.
>>24853367>>A certain resourceful line cook.Like everyone else, I'm curious.
>>24853610Nobody ever said the badguys played fair.>>24853367>A certain resourceful line cook.You are Heloise, a lowly cafeteria worker scraping by in one of the many Darcsen factory towns. You've never really complained, though, as you've always preferred the smell of fresh and cooked food over burning ragnite and industrial oil.Well, at least your enthusiasm has earned you a spot as the head chef, which is pretty damn good for a Darcsen with culinary aspirations, considering "higher class" establishments avoided hiring any, even for basic kitchen work.It's almost lunch hour, meaning the kitchen is a flurry of activity, chefs and assistants darting back and forth making sure they can get everything out before the final bell rings. As head chef, it's your job to make sure everything goes smoothly and there's nothing wrong with the food.Unfortunately, you DO find something wrong. Taking a scoop out of a pan of meatloaf, you notice it hasn't been cooked thoroughly.>Just let it pass. Nobody would notice.>Shove it back in the oven. No need to make a fuss.>This meatloaf is RAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWW!!!>Other
>This meatloaf is RAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWW!!!
>>24853794>This meatloaf is RAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWW!!!We hells kitchen now
>>24853794>Shove it back in the oven. No need to make a fuss.It's not cooked, that's a problem, we'll solve the problem because we're just that awesome.
>>24853794We will handle this well.>Shove it back in the oven. No need to make a fuss.
>>24853794>>This meatloaf is RAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWW!!!We need to beat this into their heads so they don't do this again.
>>24853794>This meatloaf is RAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWW!!!http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GsLQ_TJxJjE
>>24853794Aww I wanted to take on everyone as Ramirez... Oh well a heloise is fine too.Back to the oven
>>24853794>This meatloaf is RAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWW!!!I mean why even ask?
>>24853794>This meatloaf is RAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWW!!!I look forward to the developments this choice will incur.
>>24854027You're just a little late for that. But I like your choice.
>>24853794>>This meatloaf is RAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWW!!!Oh god, it is time.
>>24854041Yep, that happens some times. Especially when I am not paying adequit attention.
>>NAMEIsolde "The Wolf of Kursk" Reinhardt>>GENDERFemale>>CLASSLancer>>PERSONALITYStoic and devoted to her knightly code of honour, she is a stubborn opponent that gives ground only in the face of certain defeat. She is also extremely embittered over her current situation, especially against the noble responsible for her charges of treason.>>BRIEF BACKGROUNDBorn into a long line of famed Belkan knights, Isolde had aspired to knighthood since her childhood, influenced as she was by the tales of her famous forebears. However, her status as a female led to prejudice against her aspirations. The Knightly Orders as an institution were predominantly male, and many females still had trouble being accepted into the chosen brotherhood. Fortunately for Isolde, during her struggles to be recognised as a knight, war was declared against the Atlantic Federation.She was eventually assigned to the assault of Yuktobania, where the growth of her fame was meteoric, especially after the Battle of Kursk, where she and her regiment routed an entire Federation Division, albeit at the cost of horrendous casualties. There she earned her moniker as the "Wolf of Kursk", finally cementing her status as a knight. As the war went on and her fame grew, it was even rumored that she would soon challenge the current holder of the title of Grandmaster of the Knightly Orders, the Imperial First Princess Karla, which would have led to the unprecedented situation of two females dueling one another for the title.Her promising career however was abruptly cut short when she accidently slew the son of a prominent Imperial noble in a duel over a serious disagreement on prisoner treatment. The erstwhile noble's father, a confidant of the Emperor himself and enraged over his son's death, had her charged with treason, forcing her to flee to the Federation. Bitter and set on revenge, she took up arms against the nation she once would have given her life to serve.
>>24854069 I changed some stuff, mainly the fact that she didn't have an animal motif like the other Belkan Knights seen, but also minor stuff I just wanted to change.Also, blasted 2000 character limit.
>>24854069I look forward to her interactions with Jager.
>>24853794"Hey!" You shout, trying to get the kitchen's attention. Seeing that you only got some of the cooks to listen, you take the pan and bang it on the table with a loud CLANG, instantly drawing everybody's attention. "HEY! Who's one meatloaf station today?!"You then pop a caramel in your mouth, savoring the brief sugar rush it gives you. You're going to need it. Normally you're pretty damn nice and easygoing, but when it comes to bad food, something in you just snaps."WHICH ONE OF YOU CHUCKLEFUCKS IS IT!?! I got today's roster right here! Don't make go through the trouble of reading through it!""U-uh it was me." One of the newer cooks, Matt, raises his hand."People eat this!" You yell. "You can freaking kill somebody! Put it back in the oven and make sure it's done RIGHT!""Y-yes chef!" Matt picks up the pan and scurries back to the ovens.You shake your head. Nobody seemed to appreciate good food any more. The rest of the lunch hour goes off with relatively few hitches. However, that all changed when a different bell rang.Your stomach suddenly grows cold. It's the General Emergency alarm. That means there's some kind of industrial accident... or worse. Everybody does what they're trained to and quickly file out to the front gates. Your worst fears are confirmed when you see several Gallian Militia standing at the gates."Attention, everybody!" One of the militiamen announces over the loudspeaker. "Imperial forces have crossed the border and are attacking Gallia! By royal decree you are to evacuate this city immediately!">You can't be serious.>What are we supposed to do?>PANIC>Other
>>24854342>You can't be serious.There are things to do. She can't just leave.
>>24854069Also, forgot to mention that I changed her personality somewhat. Was in a hurry to get dinner.
>>24854342>PANIC"OH MY GOD THEY'RE GOING TO LEVEL THE CITY"
>>24854342"Can't you tell them to wait? That meat loaf is still raw."
>>24854342Make sure all the the food and supplies gets taken along with you. Never let any food go to waste. Make doubly sure that the pastierrie is safe and coming along with all his supplies. Need sugar to keep morale up on a long march
>>24854430This. So much this.
>>24854342>>What are we supposed to do?
>>24854430+1Evacuate all non-perishable food. Refugees are always hungry.
>>24854342>>You can't be serious.What.
>>24854342>>You can't be serious.Seriously, news like this doesn't come every tuesday.
>>24854342>>You can't be serious.Seriously people, an invasion?At least show some sort of shock.
>>24854774A cook's kitchen may be burning down around them and they wouldn't show any shock.
>>24854342"Hey, what are supposed to do? Walk out of here?" You ask."We have more than enough trucks to get everyone out of here." The militiaman reassures you. "But we have to leave NOW. The Imperials will be here at any time, and as we all know, they don't treat Darcsens kindly."Nobody else needs any prompting. They all start quickly rushing for the trucks waiting outside. However, others make a dash back to the factory, most likely to try and pick up and take back whatever they can. You're half tempted to run back to the kitchen as well to try ans grab as much food for the trip as possible."Heloise! Heloise!" You hear somebody shouting behind you.You recognize the voice as one of your assistant chefs, Coleen."Coleen? What's wrong?""I can't find Jenn and Tiff!" Coleen wails. "They're not here!""What?!" Jennifer and Tiffany where Coleen's twin daughters. Incredibly mischievous and smart little bastards, but lovable nonetheless.>Okay, let's got look for them together!>They can be anywhere. Let's split up!>Other
>>24854069>where the growth of her fame was meteoric>Replace 'was' with 'became'One last change.Yes, I'm the original writer.
>>24854881NEVER split the party. Grab a militia man to help look just in case.
>>24854881>They can be anywhere. Let's split up!Cover more ground that way.
>>24854881>>They can be anywhere. Let's split up!Damn kids!
>>24854881>They can be anywhere. Let's split up!This aint a horror movie. Cover more ground. Work out a success signal first though.
>>24854881>>Okay, let's got look for them together!We can't guarantee we'll find each other again in this mess.
>>24854881>Okay, let's got look for them together!Never split the party
>>24854881>>Okay, let's got look for them together!I fear bad things will happen if we get split up.
>>24854923>Work out a success signal first though.If we end up with option 2 (already voted) make sure we do this.
>>24854881>Okay, let's look for them together!Safety in numbers guys.
>>24854881"Alright, we'll go in together!" You say. You try and grab the attention of one of the militiamen, but they're too busy handling the evacuation to give you any attention. It looks like it's just up to the two of you."Okay, Coleen, where did you see them last?" You ask."Ummm, well... they should've been on the way home from school, so they're either at the worker dorms or playing in the scrap yard...>Check the dorms.>Check the scrap yard.
>>24855370>Check the scrap yard.If I was a kid I'd be in the scrap yard goofing off.
>>24855370>Check the scrap yard.Like children ever do what they should
>>24855370>Check the scrap yard.
>>24855403>Check the scrap yard.Lots of hiding places and dangerous things. Its exactly where the children will be.
>>24855370>Check the scrap yard.What kind of kid stays inside.
>>24855370>>Check the scrap yard.
>>24855370>>Check the scrap yard.Little kids, sharp and dangerous things.You do the math.
>>24855370You figure the scrap yard is where the kids will be, because since when did kids ever go straight home after school? Unfortunately, that makes you job harder because the scrap yard has tons of hiding places. Also, it's hard to hear any bells from the factory out here, so it's likely they have no idea about the imminent danger they're in."Coleen, you know all their regular hiding spots, right?" You ask."Yeah. I've always got to drag them back home after my shift." Coleen nods.>roll 2d20
Rolled 9, 4 = 13>>24855544
Rolled 14, 19 = 33>>24855544
Rolled 16, 16 = 32>>24855544I am the master of the pile.
Rolled 18, 2 = 20>>24855544
>>24855568>>24855577Those /tg/ dice!
>>24855627No, those are not /tg/ dice. Trust me, I've SEEN /tg/ dice.>pic related
>>24855568Coleen leads you to a field of derelict tanks. Relics of EWI that were thrown out after the end of that war halted wartime production. None of these shells here had even had the dignity of seeing combat, and were doomed to rust here forever. You have to admit, this would definitely be the place for a kid to hide out."Jen! Tiff! Are you here?!" Coleen cries out.You scan the tops of the tanks and see some movement at one of the more intact tanks. Running up, you give the turret a good pounding. "Hey, who's in there?!" "What's the password?" A tiny voice speaks from inside.>Well?
>>24855696You mean like when we got a 20 on Jager's "FLEISCHERGETOUTOFTHATTANKANDFIGHTMEYOUFUCKINGFAGGOT" roll?Also, stealing that pic.
>>24855784"I've got caramels in my pocket, I was going to give you some but I suppose I'll have to eat all of them myself. And you know I will eat them all if you don't come out."
>>24855784There are imperials coming!
It's 'Tunnel Snakes rule."
>>24855849Actually, that's probably the password.
>>24855817The password is always password.Ahh kids, haha
>>24855784Tigers are meanTigers are fierceTigers have teethAnd claws that pierce.Tigers are greatThey can’t be beatIf I was a tigerThat would be neat!Tigers are nimbleAnd light on their toesMy REspect for tigersContinually grows.Tigers are perfectThe E-pit-o-meOf good looks and graceAnd quiet dignity!
Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn.
>>24856373No, I got tired of that, I changed it.
>>24855784"I got my homemade caramels right here," you coo in your sweetest sounding voice. "And Imma gonna eat them all if you don't come out right now! Oh yeah, and it's password. I know how you kids think.""Okay okay!" You see Jen open the hatch, pouting. "Hey, where the heck is Tiff?" You ask, looking inside the tank."Well, we can't be having an AMAZING TANK DUEL if we're both riding the same tank, right?""Okay, which one is she in?" You ask.Jen holds her hand out expectantly. You sigh and drop a caramel in her hand, which she promptly crams into her mouth."Sheeeeesh ovher thrrree." Jen points to a another tank sitting atop a small hill.Dashing over to the other tank, it's the same situation. You have to bribe Tiff with candy in order to convince her to come out. Damn kids, stealing your precious caramels.You give Coleen a second to both hug and then berate her kids for making her worry so much. She doesn't really tell them why they're in such a hurry to leave, though you doubt they'd really understand the full implications."Okay Coleen, we have to GO." You warn. You've already wasted too much time.Suddenly, you hear a distant rumbling. Curious, you scale one of the larger tank hulls to get a better look and and a cold fist grips your heart. You see Imperial tanks approaching."Shit.">Hide the scrapyard!>Retreat to the factory!>Other
>>24856581>Hide the scrapyard!Okay, time to assemble an anti-tank weapon out of only what we have on hand.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wyz_2DEah4o
>>24856581>Hide the scrapyard!I'm sure we can put a tarp over it so the can't find the scrap yard.That's a joke, but the scrapyard is a good place to hide, and we've got two people who know the best places to hide.
>>24856617>>Hide the scrapyard!Quickly we must bury the scrape yard under dirt so they can't find it.
>>24856643MacGyver never built a gun. The A-Team may never have killed anyone (except of course for the thousands of innocent bystanders no doubt killed by the stray rounds from their reckless shooting), but if I have to fight a tank I'd rather have Hannibal and BA.
>>24856685I'd still rather have him on our side to jury rig shit. For fighting, yes I'd rather have the A-team
>>24856725You're forgetting that the A-Team have built small armored vehicles out of random shit they had on hand.
>Hide in the scrapyard!Time to get our Macguyver on.
>>24856581You decide to hide out in the scrapyard. There are more and better hiding places than anywhere in the factory."Jen, Tiff, you got a hideout here, right?" You ask. "Some really nasty people are coming and we need to hide from them.""Nuh uh." Tiff shakes her head."That's a secret." Jen says.You sigh and hand them another caramel each."Over hwere." Jen points to a carefully hidden door in the scrap. All of you pile inside as the rumbling gets louder."Heloise, what are we going to do?" Coleen cries. "The others probably left without us by now!""Get it together, Coleen." You hiss. "Let me think for a second.""Whoa, are we really being invaded by the Imps?" Jen asks."Are we?" Tiff adds in."Yes, yes we are." You say solemnly.The twins take one look at each other."COOOOOOOOOOOOL!"Goddamn kids."Quiet!" You point upwards. "We don't want them to hear us! Think of as hide and seek."The twins nod and keep quiet."Coleen, did the delivery truck ever stop in today?" You ask."Ummmm, yes, I think it did." Coleen nods. "They were still unloading when the alarm went off.""Then it might still be there.""B-but how are going to get there? The Imps are probably crawling all over the factory now.""Coleen. We're Darcsens. We can make a weapon out of ANYTHING.">roll 2d20
Rolled 16, 11 = 27>>24856945
Rolled 18, 20 = 38>>24856945It's ON.
>>24856982You know, I think I'll just avoid rolling because I can't see doing better than this and I might get a one.
>>24856982I love you.
>>24856945>"Coleen. We're Darcsens. We can make a weapon out of ANYTHING."This is amazing>24856982You are amazing
>>24856945Your mind racing, your eyes dart around the hideout to to see if there's anything you can use."Jen, Tiff, is that a potato gun?" You point to a long length of pipe.Both girls nod."Well, today's your lucky day, because I'm going to show you how supercharge these things so much they can kill a man."After sever quick minute of manic cobbling, you manage to assemble quite the improvised arsenal.You have:2 supercharged potato guns with 3 ammo types: potato, tin can, or baking powder.2 ragnite oil flamethrowers.6 pipe bombs1 crossbow3 molotov cocktails"Heloise." Coleen gapes at the arsenal. "Sometimes, you really, REALLY scare me. How do you even come up with this stuff?""Just gotta know how to put the proper household materials together in the proper proportions." You grin."Auntie Heloise, you're friggin AWESOME!" The twins gush."Don't call me Auntie, it makes me feel old..." You cry.>How do you want to divy this stuff up?
>>24857170Okay, the flamethrowers go to us and Coleen. The kids are probably good at throwing stuff so they get a molotov cocktail each and either 1 or two pipe bombs each.One of the kids gets a potato gun so they can snipe a bit from a vantage climbing point that an adult can't get to. We'll take the other, Coleen gets the crossbow. The other pipe bombs and cocktails are distributed between us and Coleen.
>>24857230much better idea than what I was going to do.
Rolled 17, 12 = 29>>24857170Give the kids potato gunsTake the crossbow and a flamethrover, give the second one to Coleen.The bombs I dunno about, distribute them evenly I guess.Also, can the launch pipe bombs from potato guns?
I assume the baking powder rounds work like smoke grenades?
>>24857266Yep. It's a very good distraction since it'll create a cloud of dust that sticks to whatever is caught in it.>>24857250No, the pipe bombs won't fit in the launchers.
>>24857292aren't some baking powders flammable?
>>24857326Well, there's no effective way to launch the powder with an ignition source, but if you happen to follow up with the flamethrower...
>>24857170You divy up the weapons. You and Coleen both get the flamethrowers and the pipe bombs and molotov cocktails, since there's no way you can trust the kids with those. You pick up a potato gun while Coleen takes the crossbow. Meanwhile, the Twins share a potato gun between themselves."So there's two ways to get to the delivery dock." Coleen says. Since she handles offloading, she would know how to get there. "We can try going through the scrapyard and circle around the factory complex. There's lots of cover and places to hide, but I'm sure they've got their tanks moving through here as well. We can cut through the factory through the kitchens. No tanks in there but who knows what we'll run into inside.">We'll circle around through the scrapyard.>We'll cut through the factory.>Other
>>24857394>We'll cut through the factory.Kids take point, they're small, stealthy, and observant. They see an enemy they light them up with a baking power round and then we fucking set them bitches on fire, while thinking, but not actually saying because we're trying not to make too much noise, about some horrendous cooking puns we could make.
>We'll circle around through the scrapyard. If we do it quickly and quietly, they'll never even know we were there.Also there's lots of old metal and piles of crap we can use for distractions and ambushes if worse comes to it.
>>24857394"We'll cut through the factory." You decide. "More cover and we won't have to deal with their tanks.""Alright." Coleen nods."Jen, Tiff, lets go!"Lugging your improvised arsenal, your group quickly but carefully dashes back to the factory complex. You don't see anybody around, though assume the Imps have already entered the factory and are in the process of searching it."Jen, Tiff, you'll take point." You whisper. "Keep your baking powder rounds loaded. You see a guy, tag him and we'll take care of the rest.""You can't seriously want my children to-""Coleen." You cut her off. "I don't like it either, but the kids are smaller and harder to spot. They can ambush the Imps easier than we can."Coleen is about to respond, but bites her lip inside. "A-alright."Taking a deep breath, you enter the factory.>roll 1d20
Rolled 15>>24857576Here goes nothing!
Rolled 20dice for the dice god!!!!
Rolled 6>>24857602What the fuck? I'm the guy who a few threads ago got two 20s in a row and was my 6th that day. I haven't rolled since then..the fuck?
>>24857576You're in luck. Apparently, the Imps have already moved deeper in the factory and haven't left behind any sentries. You're probably halfway through the complex when you run into your first Imp sentry. Thankfully, he's all by himself.>Let's try and avoid a fight. Sneak past him.>Create a distraction and move past.>Ambush him.>Other
>>24857635>Ambush him.We've got time to set up a shot and our weapons aren't all that loud. Crossbow him, if need be have everything else ready to fire to turn him into a pink mist.
>>24857659oh right, crossbow.
>>24857635>>Let's try and avoid a fight. Sneak past him.Sneaking don't want him to even get a single shot off.
>>24857635>>Let's try and avoid a fight. Sneak past him.
>>24857635You motion to Coleen and the Twins your intention to try and sneak past the Imp quietly. All you have to do is reach the kitchen and you'll be relatively home free.The Twins go first while you and Coleen follow close behind, weapons trained on the Imp in case something goes wrong.>roll 4d20
Rolled 7, 11, 9, 5 = 32>>24857733
Rolled 2, 12, 16, 15 = 45>>24857733
Rolled 9, 9, 2, 19 = 39Come on guys, we can do it!
>>24857760fuck you dice.
Rolled 14, 15, 15, 5 = 49>>24857733
>>24857766You almost make it to the kitchen, but somebody, you're not sure who, knocks a cup over, sending it clattering the floor. In this situation, it may as well have been a freaking thunderstorm. The Imp, suddenly alerted to your presence, whips around in surprise.>RUN!>Stand and fight!
>>24857851>>Stand and fight!
>>24857851>Stand and fight!Baking soda thing in the face, then use the fucking flamethrower on him, remember, fire is a great distraction.
>>24857851>Stand and fight!Get him with the crossbow.
>>24857890Thiiiiis. But tell the others to run.
Rolled 19, 4 = 23>>24857851"Coleen! Take the Twins and run!" You yell, firing a baking soda round from your potato gun."Coleen takes a shot with her crossbow before shoving the twins away and into the kitchen.>roll 1d20
Rolled 10>>24857972Once we have a cloud of baking soda on him we can set him on fire. Imperials can't catch you if they're on fire.
Doesn't baking soda put out fires? Now if we find some flour or powedered milk in the kitchen...
>>24858030PRAISE THE SUN!>>24858032aerosolized it should go up like a grain silo
>>24858032Well. we could just say it was flour. As far as you're concerned, it's powdery white stuff.>>24858030You fire your potato gun almost instinctively. There's a muffled WHUMP as the compressed air propels the bag of powder directly into the Imp's face, sending him reeling back and coughing as the powder gets into his mouth and eyes. To her credit, Coleen's shot manages so strike the Imp in the throat, killing him near instantly. Fortunately, she and the Twins are already in the kitchen and haven't seen the grisly result of her work. You grab the downed soldier's rifle and continue on."What happened?" Coleen asks. "Is he-""He's no longer a problem." You say. "Where are the twins?""Scouting the back door.""Bad news, big sis Heloise!" Jen whispers as she returns from her scouting mission. "The truck's there, but there's also three more of those mean guys with guns.""Do they know we're here?" Coleen asks."No, they're just inspecting the truck.""And eating the food.">Let's rush them. Take them out all at once, get the truck, and get out of here.>I'll distract them. You guys go get the truck working.>Other
>>24858122>Let's rush them. Take them out all at once, get the truck, and get out of here.HUDDA HUDDA HUH!
Rolled 8>>24858122>>I'll distract them. You guys go get the truck working.
>>24858122>Let's rush them. Take them out all at once, get the truck, and get out of here.Can you say molotov cocktails?
>>24858122You know, given that this place is/was run by Darcsens. If someone were to tell them the food is poisoned they would probably believe it. Might be handy as a distraction.
>>24858260I think Heloise takes too much pride in her food to say something like that.
Rolled 5>>24858122"Okay, we're going to bum rushes these guys." You say, taking out the molotov cocktails. "Jen, Tiff, you fire off a powder round at them and then go take cover and STAY there. Me and Coleen will take care of the rest."Okay!" The girls nod.You carefully light the molotov cocktails, handing one to Coleen and taking two for yourself. You then carefully peek out the back door and that there are indeed a trio of Imps sitting on the loading dock, digging food packages out of the unloaded crates and helping themselves. You inner cook is a bit incensed that your food is being eaten by pricks like these. You motion for the twins to fire.>roll 3d20
Rolled 12, 19, 13 = 44>>24858388
Rolled 10, 14, 19 = 43>>24858388EAT FIRE, IMPERIAL PIG-DOGS!
Rolled 8, 96, 1 = 105>>24858388
Rolled 20, 7, 5 = 32>>24858388
Rolled 7, 4, 12 = 23>>24858411
>>24858416Two 20s in a row in this thread. I'm certain the dice gods must be building me up for a fall.
>>24858395Unfortunately, the Twins' enthusiasm is a bit too much and in their rush, they botch the initial shot, sending the powder round sailing over the heads of the Imps. Fortunately, the impact of the powder round against the wall draws their attention, causing them to turn away from you and Coleen. Rushing out, you toss your trio of molotov cocktails at the group of Imps. They don't even stand a chance.Coleen grabs the twins and turns them away from the raging inferno, holding both her girls close. You look on grimly, stuffing a handful of caramels into you mouth to calm your nerves. Being burned to death was a pretty horribly way to go, and wasn't very quiet, either."Let's get out of here." You say."Who's going to drive?" Coleen asks.>I'll drive. You stay in the back and keep a lookout for enemies.>You drive. I'll be on lookout.
>>24858502>I'll drive. You stay in the back and keep a lookout for enemies.
>>24858502>You drive. I'll be on lookout.
>>24858502>>You drive. I'll be on lookout.To be honest, I think we'll do far better than Coleen if this does turn out to be another fight.
>>24858502"You drive. I'll be on lookout." You assure Coleen. "Besides, I think you know the roads better than I do."The truck starts without a hitch, and it pulls out of the factory parking lot and onto the main road. It seems like you're home free until you hear the rumbling of more engines. You see two cars full of Imperial soldiers speed up the road behind you."Coleen, step on it! They're onto us!" You yell as you bang on the back of the cabin to get her attention.The truck's engines roar as Coleen hits the gas, but the truck is old and heavy. Those cars are going to catch up sooner or later.>What do?
>>24858693we have Pipebombs, so we should use them.
>>24858693Pipebombs are all kinds of fun.
>>24858693How precisely can we time the pipe bombs? We might want to wait on those though until something bigger comes after us or they get closer if we can't do it precisely until we can accurately throw it through the windshield instead of trying to blow it up under their wheels.We're out of molotovs, but we do have potato guns. We can fuck up their vision by shooting them with the baking powder rounds, and fuck it up even more by shooting the flamethrowers behind us, it might not do much actual damage but it's hard to drive when you're looking right into a ball of fire and your windshield is coated in white.
Rolled 20, 13 = 33We also have a rifle. Shoot their goddamn tires.
I say we werf them with flammen. Pipebombs are great and all but hitting a moving target with a timed weapon is all kinds of BS.
>>24858806Oh yeah, we should probably do that as well. If we take out their vision first with a flame thrower or potato cannon it'll make taking out their wheels easier and be more likely to lead to them driving off the road after a tire gets popped.
Rolled 11>>24858693"Jen, Tiff, try and hit them with the powder!" You yell. "How many do we have left?""Three!""Well, make them count!" You yell, grabbing one of the flamethrowers. Unfortunately, it's got a very short range so you have to wait till the cars get closer. The the Imps start firing, but the shots are wild and most of them miss. It also helps that Coleen's maneuvering is making the truck a difficult target for them.The Twins fire a powder round while you let loose with your flamethrower.>roll 1d20
Rolled 4>>24858861Always more dakka.
Rolled 18>>24858861Dice gods!
>>24858884The Twins miss, but you manage to get a solid hit on the front car with your flamethrower. With the hood and windshield in flames, the car veers off, leaving it up to the second car to pursue you.However, having seen your flamethrower at work, the driver is smart enough to keep his distance from you, well out of the flamethrower's effective range.Meanwhile the passengers continue to take potshots at you.(cont)
Rolled 6, 14 = 20>>24858935
Rolled 17>>24858941And then one of their shots nicks you in the side. You bite back the urge to curse. It doesn't seem too serious, but it was definitely a close one. Popping a handful more caramels into your mouth in a vain effort to dull the pain, you try to figure out what to do next.>What do?
>>24858967jump onto their car and beat them to death while on your sugar high
>>24858967Shoot. Their. Goddamn. Tires.
>>24858967Do we have anything in the truck that can serve as some makeshift cover? Besides that, our own options are limited. Use the rifle to bust their tires, I suppose. That, or chuck some fuse-shortened pipebombs and hope it explodes on time and on target...oh, and hoping they won't wise up and throw it back to us.
>>24858967Let's try and roll those pipe bombs underneath their car.
>>24858967Hmm, use two pipe bombs, if we start one a bit earlier than the other and throw them under the car we have a much better chance of knocking out their wheels or otherwise fucking up the car.Alternatively use the rifle and just shoot their fucking tires.
>>24858999You mean our crossbow right?
>>24859008We looted a rifle.I'd suggest just throwing a pipe directly at their windshield. Not-WW2 civilian windshield technology being what it is, it should bust right through.
>>24859008No, I mean the rifle we pried out of the cold dead hands a piece of Imperial scum.
>>24859008...holy shit, I forgot about the crossbow.Tie the pipebombs to our arrows. Shoot. Watch explosions.
Rolled 10, 11 = 21>>24858967You suppose your best chance of shaking them off at this range is to shoot out their tires. You're not exactly happy having to settle with the under-engineered garbage the Imps issue to their soldiers, but it'll have to do.The pipe bombs aren't very precise, since they're detonated by fuse you managed to salvage. However, you warn the Twins not to hold onto them for too long or real bad stuff is gonna happen.The twins each take a pipe bomb, light it, and toss it out the back, while you take careful aim with the rifle.>roll 1d20
Rolled 10>>24859035Dice gods don't fail me now
>>24859048The pipe bomb timing is a bit crude, and the driver manages to catch sight of them being dropped out the back of the truck and veers to avoid them. However, they do their job in breaking the Imps' momentum causing them to lose speed, which gives you window you need to pop one of their tires with a well placed rifle shot. You're rather impressed, considering what a piece of junk Imperial rifles are.At this point, you're far enough away from the factory that the Imps have all but given up trying to chase you. Coleen stops making defensive maneuvers and straightens out. You slump down in the bed of the truck, suddenly feeling very tired."Hey! Hey Sis!" The Twins hover over you like unwanted pests. "That was an awesome shot!""It kinda was, huh?" You say. You guess that mandatory boot camp course really did teach you some valuable skills after all.You reach into your pocket for more caramels, only to find you've got two more. You see the twins also eying the candy hungrily like greedy ktttens."Ah, what the hell." You surrender and let them take the last caramels. You then make a very loud and long yawn. "Just... wake me up when we get there...">And that's it for tonight! Since I'm watching Star Trek on friday night, next thread will be Saturday, 6-7pm PST! We'll be arriving in Ustio, and meeting the new squaddies! Don't miss it!
>>24859191Good thread as ever Merc, see you then!