You are Lieutenant Richter Von Tracht, commander of the 5th Platoon of Von Blum’s 3rd Company of Panzers, 1st Battalion. Your home country, Strossvald, had just started a war against its southern neighbor of Valsten, throwing you into your first day of fighting in a full blown war.You’d had some successes; at the very least, nobody in your platoon had died. Your company had successfully broken the enemy’s lines, and secured a bridgehead, and were now taking and holding ground while the battle line caught up.You had also witnessed a bizarre, and disturbing, act, as a friendly railway gun had destroyed a Valstener town that was still inhabited by noncombatants. Your commander had advised that you stay away, as well, as apparently a noxious mixture of gases was set to be hailed upon it.This was incredibly disheartening, as you had met with the garrison commander of the town, and had put forth that the citizenry could avoid violence, should they leave immediately. Even that was not enough, it seemed.Afterwards, you had departed to aid your company’s 4th platoon in taking a bridge, which turned out to have been obstructed by the powers of a soulbinder called the Riverman. Despite his obstruction of your operations, he had merely wanted to exchange information.In exchange for sort of telling him that you had some vague connection to Poltergeist, the Riverman had informed you of the plot of a band of mercenary bandits to stop Strossvald’s advance into Valsten; they had kidnapped a multitude of hostages, and planned to kidnap your fiancée, Maddalyn Von Blum, as well.She was certain to still be in the area. The hardened compound that housed visiting nobility and administration was far safer than surrounding lands that had the possibility of being assaulted by wandering aircraft…so long as she stayed inside it.“I should thank you for telling me that much,at least,” you grumbled. The Riverman’s ethics were geared towards preventing violence, it seemed; which frequently set him against your country’s own plans. “Like I said before,” the young sorcerer stressed, “I do not approve of these men’s character, or their act of taking hostages. However, if it puts a stop to unnecessary bloodshed…” the Riverman was clearly conflicted.“Speaking of unnecessary bloodshed,” you segued, “Our high command may have completely destroyed a town near here, and might be planning to gas any survivors with bertholite and flayer. You didn’t hear it from me, though.”
“Destroyed a town?” the Riverman gawked, “Planning to gas? This town wasn’t Koudestroom, was it?”“It was. Chemical weapons are not prohibited in Strossvald,” you warned him, “As thanks for telling me about this plot…I wanted to give you an opportunity to save some people.”“Do your people have no morals at all!?” the Riverman exploded, “How could you do that?”“I didn’t. I tried to negotiate for surrender myself. It was somebody further up who decided otherwise.” You tapped on your wrist, “You don’t have much time. I know you sorts can’t be killed, so I’m not concerned for your health, but anybody left doesn’t have the same power.”“I know that,” the Riverman said harshly as he rose, “I will remember this.”With that, he was whisked away on an invisible wind.“Not even a thanks?” you wonder to yourself before trudging back up. If he’d been a little more patient, you might have been able to offer spare chemical equipment. Apparently he had enough confidence in his bizarre magics to not consider it.You walked over to 5th Platoon’s command tank and rapped on its front. “Bridge is clear.” You announced simply.“What was it?” 5th Platoon’s lieutenant asked, slightly taken aback by your blasé tone.“Just a bridge troll.” You said, “It went away. We can go across now.”“Company just said to secure the bridge, though,” 5th platoon’s lead replied uncomfortably, “Do we need to go much further?”>I need to pick up something I left on the beach. Come with me and help me get it, and we’ll push our lines too.>You stay here. I’m going to have a look around the perimeter and see if I can catch anybody off guard with my platoon.>I’ll leave my platoon here with you and my 2ic. I’m going to take a walk and see if anything’s up around here.>OtherAny decision will need to be cleared with company command, but you’re likely to be allowed whatever unless it’s something really out there.>Previous thread archive links @ https://pastebin.com/UagT0hnh>Announcements and bullshit @ scheissfunker on twitter
>>1582500>>I need to pick up something I left on the beach. You stay here, but if anything shows up I would appreciate the assistance.
>>1582500>I need to pick up something I left on the beach. Come with me and help me get it, and we’ll push our lines too.
“I need to pick up something I left on the beach,” you said the 5th Platoon, “Come with me and help me get it, and we’ll push our lines too.”“You sure that’ll be cool with company?” the 5th platoon lieutenant asked uncertainly. He must have been just as new as you were.“We’ll all get ready to move,” you assured him, “I’m sure he’ll clear it, and we’ll be ready.”With that, you jogged back to your tank. Just as you expected, when you called the captain, he dismissively cleared your operations.“Yes, yes,” the voice of captain Schwarzholdt crackled, “Just…say if you find anything substantial.” He sounded worn out already, “On top of this mess with the town, we haven’t met a prepared enemy line yet. Something’s wrong. If they wanted to contain our advance, they would have hit us right at the bridge…”You didn’t indulge in developing his theories. The captain already had a lot on his mind, it seemed. You simply relayed it to 5th Platoon to make sure they got it too, and went on your way.There was a notable lack of enemy lines, even as you went past the bridge and towards the area you had operated in early this morning. Small trails of black smoke rose from the smoldering remains of the gun bunkers that had been blown up by Bat Company. You expected some sort of tank hunting teams, more armored contact, but instead all you saw whenever you looked around was the occasional scout, or isolated fireteam, wandering lost among the craters.You knew, though, that if you went far enough east you’d run into something. After all, there was still apparently fighting over the eastern bridge; you could hear it.Soon enough, you found your missing vehicle, with 5th platoon watching to the south as your own platoon closed onto it.You looked at the tank you left behind, and sighed with relief. It appeared to be unmolested, just as the Riverman said.You would have to do the dirty work of disarming your own trap, though; something that might not even be possible to do cleanly; you had rigged it well. Worst come to worst, though, you could at least just dash in and toss the scuttling charge into the river before it blew up the tank with you inside of it. It was on the twenty second timer; if you messed up defusing it, you wouldn’t have much time to act.>Attempt to disarm your booby trap and preserve the scuttling charge>Don’t mess around with explosive traps; just rip open the hatch and throw the thing into the river.>Other
>>1582840>Recruit two people to hold up the hatch and another to hold a flashlight for us>Attempt to disarm your booby trap and preserve the scuttling charge
>>1582840>>Attempt to disarm your booby trap and preserve the scuttling charge
Rolled 22 (1d100)>>1582891>>1583044Simple check to see how it goes.It shouldn't be difficult since it's your trap in the first place. Everything is roll under
>>1582840>Attempt to disarm your booby trap and preserve the scuttling charge
You get your crew out to help you with the ordeal of retrieving your tank and making it safe to use again.You organize your two stockier crew members, Malachi and Jorgen, into a team to carefully lift the hatch, and hold it open. The way you’d set it up, the bomb would only be armed if the commander’s hatch was lifted all the way up and opened, as to climb inside of it. Every other entry had been locked tight, as to ensure the trap would work. If they held it open, but not all the way as to set off the charge, it would be simple work to cut the twine cord with a knife and render the bomb harmless.In order to see inside the tank, you had your gunner, Stein, hold an electric torch.“Easy, easy,” you coaxed your loader and driver as they slowly creaked open the commander’s hatch. It was a godsend that they could both understand you, even if their speaking of New Nauk ranged from barely comprehendible to outright gobbledygook. “Do you see it?” Stein asked warily as he aimed the flashlight into the dim space. It wasn’t a very large piece of twine; it wouldn’t have been obvious to anybody not looking for it.You, however, knew exactly where it was. With a quick jab of your knife, you gently cut the twine apart, letting it fall into the tank.“It’s done.” You said. In reply came a collective sigh of relief.You still slipped into the tank to make sure, despite you being certain that you had successfully averted any possible disaster. A quick re-insertion of the safety pin eliminated any chance of surprise detonation as you removed the fuse once again.The radio was, of course, irreparably destroyed, as was the intention when you had left it. Perhaps you could get it back with your other tank that was being repaired in the field and get the parts to rebuild it on short order.“Commander,” Stein called into the tank, “the other officer’s saying he sees something looking this way. Vehicles, only two of them but far away.”>Let’s get some people in this tank and go after them. We’ll teach the seagulls to show their faces when we’re around.>No need to stick around and wait for their friends. Let’s get back to the bridge.>We’ll wait and see what they do. Not like two dinky tanks are a thread to two platoons.>Other
>>1583250>No need to stick around and wait for their friends. Let’s get back to the bridge.
>>1583250>We’ll wait and see what they do. Not like two dinky tanks are a thread to two platoons.
>>1583250>>No need to stick around and wait for their friends. Let’s get back to the bridge.For now we can just throw someone in the driver seat of the recovered tank and have it follow us. We can arrange for its real crew to meet us back at the bridge, ideally with a replacement radio.
“We won’t stick around long enough to find out what they want,” you say back up to Stein, shoving the scuttling charge back into its storage box, “Get…get some guy, whoever, to drive this thing. We’re going to go back and hold the bridge until command wants us to do something else.”“Got it, commander,” Stein saluted before jumping off.You heaved yourself up and out of the m/32, making your way to your own tank and rousing everybody on the radio.You also called Company for a replacement radio.“A replacement radio?” the operator you spoke to, not the captain asked. “How do you break a radio this early?”“I didn’t break it, I just found a tank with no radio. The darndest thing.”“…Alright,” the operator sighed, “I’ll see what I can get supply to dig up.”You looked through your binoculars at the faraway enemy; you were definitely each well out of one another’s effective range. Both of the vehicles had the sigil of the Blood Sun upon them; one was a familiar T-8, the other…was some sort of bastard T-8 conversion. Such things weren’t uncommon in Sosaldt, you’d heard; with a wealth of mad ideas and a lack of standards, near any idea could be found in physical form over in the badlands banditry’s arsenals, good or bad.Well, you could fight them later. You had to reconstitute your force, and you hadn’t received orders to push beyond the bridge until the battle line caught up anyways. When you were close to the bridge again, Hans called out to you over the crew comms.“Boss,” he said, confused, “There’s something sounding over open broadcasts, company says. Say they want us to hear it.”Over open radio? “Patch me in.” you said, curious.Hans slowly tuned you in, taking a minute to find the exact frequency. You heard snippets of some swarthy, raspy voiced man talking about something.
Finally, Hans locked onto it.“Ra da da tum,” the large voice sang tonelessly, “Everybody listening now? Important announcement from 102.8, your choice for the best news in the southern cities…”“What the hell is this idiot talking about?” Hans muttered, as you listened closer, equally perplexed.“Alright, imperial wannabes,” the man shouted over the radio suddenly, “Listen up, because I’m only saying this once. I’m Selgess the Skull, the big boss of the Blood Suns here, and you are currently squatting your asses in MY city.”You and Stein looked at each other with even worse confusion than earlier.“So here’s what the deal is.” He went on, “I have two hundred…sixty…oh, and one, hostages, some from your city, some from all over the place. Your ‘countrymen,’ I’d say, except they’re all women and children. Making this real god damn clear, if you don’t pack your shit and leave the city in…five hours, I’m slaughtering them all like cattle, then I’m going to come back here and kill you all for wasting my time." The voice broke up its speech with a single stoney, sardonic bark of laughter. "Don’t think you can go rescue them, either; they’re nice and far away, back home in Sosaldt, with their little white throats waiting for the blade if you fuck around. For those of you listening in with little brains, I’ll make myself clear. You will get the fuck out of that city as fast as you can or everybody dies. If you don’t think I can do it, just have a look at my Red Tide. Some of your bunch might’ve gotten the seagull’s big guns, but you can’t beat this big gun. Just try it, I’ll cook what’s left of you into a stew and fucking drink you!”The broadcast seemed to end there, with static.“Boss?” Hans asked, “This doesn’t sound good.”“Put me in with company,” you ordered. Once he had done so, you addressed the Captain. “Captain Schwartzholdt?”“I know,” he shot back, “Orders coming down from high command. All units are to pull back to the city as soon as possible.”>We aren’t seriously pulling back because some eastern ass clown told us to, are we? We can go and take them.>We’re on our way. As soon as we get our vehicles fixed, unless we can get the wrecker.>With permission, sir, I’d like to request a staff car. I need to check on something in the city myself.>Other
>>1583590>With permission, sir, I’d like to request a staff car. I need to check on something in the city myself.They couldn't have had time to transport Maddy to Sosaldt, right? Right?
>>1583620Sosaldt's way too far away (a straight shot to the closest border's about 400km away from the present location) for them to plausibly do that in such a short time: unless they flew, which is unlikely.Bandits are also not entirely beholden to the truth, it should be said.
>>1583590>With permission, sir, I’d like to request a staff car. I need to check on something in the city
>>1583590>>We’re on our way. As soon as we get our vehicles fixed, unless we can get the wrecker.
>>1583590>We’re on our way. As soon as we get our vehicles fixed, unless we can get the wrecker.We need to go back and talk with Hilda, if the worst has come to pass hopefully she or her brother can track Maddy down.And if the bandit is lying, the rest of them.
“We’re on our way,” you said quickly, “As soon as we get our vehicles fixed, unless we can have the company wrecker lent to us. Also, with permission sir,” you had a bad feeling, “I’d like to request a staff car. I need to check on something in the city myself. I’ll leave my platoon under Von Metzeler.”“Permission granted,” came the response, “Both the wrecker and the car are heading to the location of your platoon’s damaged vehicle.”“Thanks. Out.” “This is bullshit,” Hans complained as you arrived at the rendezvous point, “We charged across that bridge, killed a bunch of people, some of us got whacked in the process, and now we go right back across the bridge and leave? What the hell was the point?”“Bast geht yoosed touit,” Jorgen said mildly, “Just happens.”“Doesn’t it piss you off?” Hans asked, demanding elaboration.“Yoosed tuu,” Jorgen adjusted his seating position with a sigh, “Then beung paessed got tierung. Just lek anything alse.”Malachi babbled something vaguely encouraging.“Mal’s right,” Stein said, trying to be a bit more upbeat, “We’ll come back stronger. It won’t be any problem to take back ground we’ve taken before.”“Fat lot of good that does right now,” Hans grumbled more. “I hope this Skull clown comes right over the river after us after we leave so we can burn him.”Soon enough, both the wrecker and the staff car came up.“Get the radio in the tank we just got fixed,” you tell your crew, “I’ll meet back up with you in the city.”“Where are you going?” Stein asked.“I have to check in with our noble friend,” you said, “I was told that she was targeted for kidnapping…and now this Selgess bastard says he has plus one. I’ve got to make sure she’s safe.”You paused awkwardly, “I…hope you all understand.”“Get the hell out of the tank, boss!” Hans shouted from below, “What are you waiting around here for?”“We’ll be fine.” Stein agreed, “All we have to do is leave. It’s a piece of cake.”“Thanks,” you said quickly before jumping out of the side hatch.
You drove quickly, and almost killed yourself on the wrecks of the Valstener tanks on the bridge, having to swerve wide and almost off the bridge in your frantic driving. Your recklessness cooled as you sped into the city and the chance of hurting people other than yourself became a factor, but your worries only compounded each time you had to stop and wait. Sosaldtian brigands, brutish, violent, practically subhuman, and there was a chance that you had let your fiancée fall into their hands.Was it your fault? On some level, it had to be. Who was responsible for Maddalyn’s wellbeing if not you, who brought her along in the first place?“Move, ass hole!” came a shout and a honk from behind as you failed to realize that the signals had turned.The trip to the administrative core was a blur; angry shouts became but mere background noise as you stumbled out of the car, tripping over the edge of the footpath as you headed for the entrance to the place.You crashed through the door and the receptionist stared at you, wide eyed.“Are you all right, sir...milord?”“Von Blum,” you breathed, “Ahem. Maddalyn Von Blum. Did she…leave this place?”The receptionist looked hopeless, so you gave him a hint. “Small, red haired. Looks…youthful.”“Oh, her. Yes.” The receptionist adjusted his spectacles, “She left after receiving a message. We received a telegram addressed for her, stating that her fiancé was injured in battle. She left in quite a state after that.”“Bull shit,” you cursed, “Bull shit, I haven’t a scratch on my damn body…” you contained yourself, “Where was she going? The aid camps?”“O-of course…”You whirled about without answering, or even bothering to hear the man stammer out whatever he had to say next. You didn’t have the time.
As you were jumping into the car to get going again, a familiar voice croaked from nearby. “There you are. Didn’t expect to find you for a while, guess I’m not due for too much bad luck yet.”Hilda, the scarred shootist you had met from your initial time in Salzbrucke, stumbled towards you from down the road’s footpath. She was clutching a bloody rag to her side, and was pockmarked with spots of blood.“What happened to you!?” you exclaimed, alarmed.“I’ve had worse.” Hilda said in her typical toneless manner, which only made her statement seem to lack truth, “Some dicks blasted me with fowl shot from a sawn off. Not like I don’t have enough scars, right.”“What happened?” you repeated, “You…need to get to a doctor.”“I’m fine.” Hilda insisted, although the way her teeth gritted as she said so said otherwise, “I told you. I’ve had worse. I didn’t come here for pretty boys to feel sorry for me. I came here to tell you I failed.”>You failed? What do you mean?>Shut it and lie down while I get the first aid kit. I don’t care how much worse you’ve had it.>What’s done is done. I don’t care about that right now. Just tell me what happened so I can do something about it.>Other
>>1585323>>What’s done is done. I don’t care about that right now. Just tell me what happened so I can do something about it.
>What’s done is done. I don’t care about that right now. Just tell me what happened so I can do something about it.
“What’s done is done,” you sighed, unable to take your eye off of the mess of clotted blood that Hilda held against her, “I don’t care about failures or mistakes or whatever right now. Just tell me what happened so I can do…something.”“The girl came out. I told her to go back inside.” Hilda began, “She didn’t, and I let her go. First mistake. I figure that if I tail her, I can stop anything from happening no matter what she does or where she goes. Then she gets dragged away by a couple of big creeps. I foll…I follow-“Hilda’s eyes went wide, and she fell to her knees and vomited all over the pavement.“You’re not fine.” You stated flatly.“I am…” Hilda got back up, wiping her mouth. “I’m fine. I followed them, until they noticed me. One pulls their shotgun on me, but I’m a quicker shot. The other tries, he gets a shot for his trouble too. The first one got his hands back on his gun and scrubbed me with shot. I couldn’t follow them after that. It hurt too much. They got away, and I patched myself up. Complete failure. Failed at the only task I was given.” She looked at you darkly, “I don’t know where they went, but if I did, I don’t care that I look like a train wreck. I always look like a train wreck. Only way to make things better is to fix what I fucked up.”>I appreciate the bravado. Come with me, and we’ll see what we can do.>You don’t look like a train wreck. You look like a walking corpse. You’re going to a doctor and that’s that.>You know, if you didn’t have the weird thing about not killing people, you wouldn’t have gotten shot.>Other
>>1585683>>You don’t look like a train wreck. You look like a walking corpse. You’re going to a doctor and that’s that.
>>1585683>You don’t look like a train wreck. You look like a walking corpse. You’re going to a doctor and that’s that."Don't wallow in self pity, focus on recovery so when the next chance appears you'll be ready."
>>1585683>You don’t look like a train wreck. You look like a walking corpse. You’re going to a doctor and that’s that.
>>1585683>You don’t look like a train wreck. You look like a walking corpse. You’re going to a doctor and that’s that.>You know, if you didn’t have the weird thing about not killing people, you wouldn’t have gotten shot.>Tell me where you've seen them last. Did they have a car? Where did you wound them
>>1585683By the way, I think the receptionist inside can call a doctor for her.
“You don’t look like a train wreck,” you admonished Hilda, “You look like a walking corpse.”“That’s the nicest thing anybody’s said to me in months.” Hilda said in a tone so dry it would have drunk all the water in the sea.“You’ve been shot with a shotgun!” you threw your hands up in the air in exasperation, “You’re going to a doctor and that’s that.”“Thanks, daddy.” Hilda assumed the attitude of a brick wall.“You know, if you didn’t have a weird thing about not killing people, you wouldn’t have gotten shot.” You rubbed your head. Normally you wouldn’t have let that one out, but Hilda’s obstinateness on top of everything else was getting frustrating.The edge of Hilda’s mouth curved, and her statuesque expressions softened somewhat.“I…It’s not like I didn’t try,” she insisted suddenly, “I thought that I could do it and avoid getting anybody but myself hurt too badly, but then it wasn’t just my life or theirs anymore. There was somebody else’s, and when I realized I would have to line up to kill somebody…I hesitated. Not once, but twice.” Hilda looked down and away from you, “If only the people here knew that their New Moon Sniper was such a fuckup[.”“Look, I’m sorry,” you tried to backpedal, “I didn’t mean it that way. Don’t wallow in self-pity, focus on recovery so when the next chance appears you’ll be ready.”“Nobody’s got time for that.” Hilda snapped.“What I said is final,” you said firmly, “If you want to help, you can tell me what you know instead of puking all over the street trying to keep yourself upright.”“Fine…” Hilda let herself lean on the car, “Fine. What do you want to know.”“Where did you see these people last? Did they have a car? Where did you wound them?” questions came spilling from your mouth like your brain had sprung a leak.“Between here and where the aid camp is supposed to be, I suppose.” Hilda pointed to the old section of the city, “Right on the edge of where it’s supposed to be haunted and where ghosts kidnap you, or whatever. Somehow I think it was never ghosts all along. No, they didn’t have a car, from what I saw.”“But you did shoot them.”“I might be a fuck up, but I hit them well enough.” It was impossible to tell if Hilda had regained any confidence; she had gone back to her normal stony demeanor. “One of them was bleeding rather badly on their way out. You could try and find that trail.”That gave you a much needed injection of hope.
“That’s great, really.” You glowed, “That’s something to go on. I’ll go look for that, while you…go inside that place there, and bleed on the floor enough. They’ll be able to call somebody to help you.”“How gentlemanly of you.” Hilda stared through you.“Look, I-““Wait,” a new voice said, “Don’t go quite yet.” It was a nasally voice with a rumbling pitch, but not too low; like motorcycle tires that smoked ten packs a day.“Von Tracht,” a man in a black suit and hat with a pointed short beard and moustache, and sallow eyes addressed you, the source of the voice. “I heard you were looking for a ferryman.” “Was I?” you said back sarcastically, “I wasn’t aware.”“Come with me,” he said, grinning and beckoning, “You’ll have all the answers you want, just not here. Not til we know what your take is.” The way he spoke was odd, as if he had to draw out the last sound of every sentence.>All the answers I want? I’m not sure I believe you, but I’m hungry enough for them to follow you anyways. Lead the way.>I’ll make time for your sort later. I have something more important to deal with.>Sorry, but I have a hot date at the aid camp, and the only people allowed in my car right now are women. You’ll have to come back later.>OtherWoke up too early. Cutting here for now, will start again in seven hours or so @ 3PM EST
>>1586642>Sorry, kinda have to save a girl from a bunch of armed bandits right now. Wanna help?
>>1586642We could've at least bring Hilda inside and ask for help, by the way. telling her to bleed on the floor was uncalled for.
>>1586647I don't think Tracht gentlemanly demeanour is holding up right now. He is understandably annoyed that her reluctance to go for a kill shot led to this and probably why his response is rather, crude.>>1586642I'm not looking for answers, I'm looking for someone. I'll make time for your sort later unless you can tell me now where they are. this isn't that spook from Intel, right? If it is then I want to revise what I said to: "You know damn well what I'm looking for." And then to follow him.Worse come to worse, I'm all for giving the demiphantom to poltergiest if he can get us to Maddy, we do after all have a way to call him.
>>1586653>this isn't that spook from Intel, right?It's a different guy, but you can be reasonably certain that he's connected in some way.
>>1586656Well I'm not entirely convinced they wont use Maddalyn as some sort of poster girl to instigate a larger war with Sosaldt. I don't think the kidnappers will be hiding in the Aid camp, probably have a way out through the old network of tunnels under the city, and Intel.probably has that mapped out. So follow him."You know damn well what my take is. Now tell me where she is."Worse come to worse, we still have that deal with the devil we can call on.
Even before the man had said the code phrase for entering the operation that happened this morning, you could smell the slimy ichor of a man of the Intelligence Office. You’d seen a few, but you’d started to notice traits that they all seemed to share. The way they walked, the way they talked, it always seemed just a tad off, once you knew what to look for.“You know damn well what my take is.” You snapped at the spook, “Now tell me where she is.”The suited man smiled openly, revealing a bevy of crooked teeth. “Not yet. You come with me, and we’ll talk.”With that, he turned around and started walking. Your only real option at this point was to follow.The odd man walked hunched over, taking deliberate steps. It turned out that you didn’t have to go far; he led you to a shoddy brick building around the block, opening the door and pointing you in with an open hand and a half bow.
The place seemed to be some sort of gambling den in a past life, before the Intelligence Office spooks had commandeered it. Stray playing cards still littered the floor in places, and a dim yellow lightbulb dangled from a chain, with an uneven shade over it.At the thin table before you was a seated man, flanked by men in black suits like your escort, only with faces covered by bandannas and tinted glasses.You recognized the seated man before you, even though he was dressed smartly in a suit and fedora, instead of the dark overcoat from underground. “Von Tracht.” The Archduke’s spook grinned crookedly at you, “Forgive the current accommodations. This is one of many operations, that we have been forced to make up as we go along. Rather messy. This new character has not made our work easy, but it must be done nonetheless. I see that you have avoided harm, and have held high the flag of victory for the Archduke. Not bad for your first day of war.”“My first day of war turned out to be the most unusual day of war I’ve heard of,” you said hotly in reply, “What was that nonsense with the town? Flattening it with a railway gun, then drowning it in chemical weapons? Are you mad?”The shadow’s expression remained one of smug omniscience. “Perhaps one day, with enough dedicated service, you shall see how many troubles that act solved at once, and how completely sane it was.”“So it was the Intelligence Office’s doing?” you rationalized.“What a clever boy. You’ll go far, you will. Hah.” The spook let out a harsh laugh like he was forcing out a lung from his mouth. “As I was saying, though. On your dedicated service. As luck would have it, you are needed once more. Presumably, you heard the overtures of the lovely fellow across the river.”“Selgess the Skull.” You say with contempt.“So you know of him, good. That saves me some explanations.”“I suppose your mission for me is to go and kill him.”“How perceptive of you.” The Shade put his fingers together, “Do you care about the complex politics about why you can do that and actually expect an ideal sequence of events to proceed, or should we abridge the whys and carry on to the hows.”>The only why I need is that that bastard kidnapped my wife. I don’t know how I’m going to kill him, but I suppose you have some mad plan for that.>Educate me. I prefer to go on my suicide missions knowing as much as possible.>I don’t really need motivation to fight him, but going out and killing him seems counterproductive. Especially since now he’s taken a hostage that I have a personal connection to. I would rather not risk that on some fool mission, to be honest.>Other
>>1587255>The only why I need is that that bastard kidnapped my wife. <Maddy goes "Kyaa!" somewhere and doesn't know why> I don’t know how I’m going to kill him, but I suppose you have some mad plan for that.
>>1587275Though to be honest, while Richter does hold affection towards Maddalyn, it didn't seem to be of romantic nature to me so far.
>>1587255>The only why I need is that that bastard kidnapped my wife. I don’t know how I’m going to kill him, but I suppose you have some mad plan for that.
>>1587288You don't really need to rationalize it with love.Marrying into the Von Blum family is the Tracht's chance to make their family relevant again. If Maddy goes, so does Richter's family's shot at being big wig nobility, instead of well off people with a title. Though I don't beleive Richter is so cynical about Maddy.
>>1587255>>The only why I need is that that bastard kidnapped my wife. I don’t know how I’m going to kill him, but I suppose you have some mad plan for that.We must rescue our waifu from the Big Guy
>>1587401>That panty shotWaifu indeed. Tanq you lewd, lewd man.
“The only why I need,” you declared, “is that that bastard kidnapped my wife. I don’t know how I’m going to kill him yet, but I suppose you have some mad plan for that.”“Naturally,” the Shade grinned maniacally, “If only you took that attitude with every event that crossed your path. To summarize greatly, though, this bandit king, whom is quite a thorn in our side as of now, is just that; a king. Should he die, his subjects will disperse, and he will cease to bother us…for a time. Possibly a couple of weeks as they return home to decide who the new ruler of his band is. Mind you, he may be a leader in the Blood Suns, but his kingdom is his own. His actions are doubtlessly independent from his own overlords.”“So how do I do it?” you made a "get to the point" motion.“Selgess the Skull, as he is called…it turns out, that he has a famous romantic streak about him.” The Shade drummed his fingers together with amusement, “Normally, we would be quite lost concerning this current predicament…were it not for this personal flaw. He has shown in the past that he will quite willingly neglect strategic thinking in favor of what entertains him.”“Sounds typical for eastern bandit scum.” You said in contemplation, “So what’s the bait?”The Shadow stopped drumming his fingers and let his unnerving smile deepen, “Selgess loves duels. Battles between rivals; he likes it to be personal. Normally, we would be a mere faceless army before Selgess; he would have no reason to make himself vulnerable by engaging in frivolous duels, but to our great fortune…perhaps not yours, but certainly Strossvald’s as a whole, he made a great misstep when selecting whom to abduct.”“Maddalyn Von Blum.” You said, reflexively.“My condolences, Lieutenant. However, while I do not mean to be uncouth through being dispassionate about the effect this event must have had on you, you must realize how fantastic of an opportunity this is. I can assure you, for example, that the lady’s societal status will preclude even a hair on her head from being harmed. Even these basest of men can see a mountain of gold glittering in the horizon through the fog of their vices. Should you succeed, I can see nothing but good things resulting for you.”“So I play as your hero is this play that belongs more on a stage than it does in a battle.” You surmised, “Presumably it won’t be as easy as calling him on the telephone and asking him to show up on the bridge with pistols.”“Of course not,” the Shadow scoffed, “Selgess has refused negotiations. We tried to bribe him, as one would naturally attempt with mercenaries…he took the money and called us fools. He then told us to leave Salzbrucke and not to try to “weasel” out of the matter again. No, you will be going rogue.”
“Going rogue.” You repeated.“Yes, Von Tracht, I just said that. You cannot even appear to be associated with the Archduke’s army when you set out on this mission. Not only will it lower Selgess’s suspicions, it will also appeal to a romantic narrative of the sort he is so fond of.”“So the story is,” you counted off on your fingers, “Maddalyn is kidnapped. I become inundated with rage and a lust for revenge, and ignoring the orders of my superiors to pull out, instead go gallivanting off by myself to challenge Selgess to a duel in order to rescue my ever so dear wife, who I have known for about four days.”“You won’t be gallivanting off by yourself, unless you are an incredible fool.” The Shade said, “That, and Selgess will hardly appear before you on his own. He goes to battle in his Red Tide; which, if you do not know, is his customized landship, one of the Blood Sun’s pride and joy. Specially optimized to be so terrifying and intimidating that most of the warlords who face it, instead choose to surrender rather than face its wrath. Your duel will be one of armor and cannon, not pistols. It will also be less a duel, and more you madly charging their lines while calling the brigand king out. He will not have his honor affronted by someone he considers a mere bug.”“Sounds like something I’ll be able to get plenty of volunteers to desert with me for,” you muttered.The Shade gestured to one of his henchmen, who hefted a small briefcase onto the table, carefully laying it down before opening its locks and lifting the upper half of it away.Sparkling bars of gold, stamped with the seal of Messingplatz Lords’ Banks Conglomerate; small engravings beneath the seals indicated that these were very near pure precious metal. They were small- only a few centimeters tall and wide- but numerous. They didn’t take up much space in the case either; they were heavily insulated with velvet lining.“I understand that some hearts may be difficult to sway into this mission with words alone, but this method is quite reliable. Any enlisted, at least, would think twice about whatever lunacy is asked of them, when presented even a single block of this. There are one hundred twenty bars of fifty grams of gold each; more than enough, we believe, for not only the loyalty of your platoon, but also as a war chest for your tasks to come afterwards.”
“My family isn’t near rich enough for me to have plausibly gotten this.” You pointed out nervously, “Let alone for me to just have gold on hand.”“You’re palling around with a Von Metzeler,” the low, cool voice of the agent who had led you here came from behind. He had a tendency to extend the last syllables of every sentence he spoke. “It could twelve kilos and nobody would bat an eye if they knew what was good for them.”“All right, so…maybe that works.” You breathed out and thought. “So I kill Selgess the Skull, and they go home to figure out what they want to do again, so it buys you a couple of weeks’ time to hold off on abandoning the city or stopping your offensives,” you collected all the events together, “But at the end of the day, they’ve still got the hostages. I still can’t say I follow what your plan is, exactly.” “That is the second part of your mission,” the Shade continued to grin, practically a leering gargoyle now, “You didn’t think you could desert, kill Selgess, then come right back after having gone rogue, did you? No, you’re going to go on a journey. You’ll follow Selgess’s band back to their home, and take back the hostages. Only then, can you come back, with the Archduke willing to forgive your abandonment of your post in exchange for such…valor. It would be far too obvious in any case, if you were to come back straightaway.”“So your plan is even more insane than I previously thought!” you spouted with exasperation, “Sosaldt isn’t just a hop and a skip over. It’s just over four hundred kilometers from here, just to the border! That’s if I go from inside Strossvald too, and like you said, I can’t just come back. How in the sweet bloody hell of hells am I supposed to go that far, through enemy lines, in an armored column, in the middle of a war!?”“After you kill Selgess and break through…” the Shade opened a small map, and pointed to a location. “Valsten has only kept minimal troops behind the Blood Suns; it’s allowed for us to make a point of complete infiltration, for the short term. It will be like this morning; men with black armbands are your friends in disguise. They will take steps to disguise you as a member of the very organization you will be tailing. They will also have a trio of vehicles with food, fuel, and miscellaneous supplies. Our agents’ personal supplies for emergencies like this. Under such a disguise and with this aid, you should be able to make the journey from Valsten, over to East Valsten, then finally into Sosaldt. East Valsten is unfriendly with their neighbor, but they are so close to Sosaldt that they would not dare provoke the Blood Suns should they be able to help it.”
“This plan seems to have a lot of places that it could go wrong.” You leaned back in your chair and put a hand behind your head, “Is this really the best the Intelligence Office could come up with?”“We are lucky to have so many things in our favor, Von Tracht,” the Shade stated calmly, “We do not have the time for anything other than something this heavy in risk. We think that, with a good amount of determination and luck, that this plan will work, however.”“Give me a number.”“Thirty percent.” “That’s not good.” You sighed and let your arms down, “What were the chances for the operation this morning?”“Fifty.” The Shade let his mouth crook again with a slight smile, as usual, “From forty, before your participation. That turned out well enough, did it not? Trust me when I say that your chances are much, much better than they could be, considering that without certain elements in play, this operation would not be possible at all.”“I see.” You sigh again, worn to the bone.“I will allow you to ask for payment in return for this,” the Shadow held up a finger quickly, “To a point. This operation must be kept secret even after it is completed; it would officially be granted upon completion of a large rescue. You may also ask for equipment to help you in this mission, whatever we can procure in the space of a few hours…again, to a point. Our cooperation with you cannot be made clear, or even be implied. Anything that could not have been stolen, you cannot have.”>Request rewards, or modifications to the plan, if you think it good enough.>Additionally, if needed, request equipment.>I have no objections. Other than this plan being a mad adventure towards certain ruin, but I suppose that is my lot in life.>Alternatively, “…You’re utterly mad. I refuse to do this mission. You’ll have to figure out something else.”I will inform requests of how plausible they are, and if they can be met reasonably.>>1587417pls
>>1587457Can we get some crazy tank buster shells? And maybe a bazooka of some sort? If thats been invented yet. Flamethrowers? >I have no objections. Other than this plan being a mad adventure towards certain ruin, but I suppose that is my lot in life. Just when I thought we'd have a simple war to fight.
>>1587521Yeah fire would be nice, but I would want it for our infantry. Even Molotov cocktails would be useful. I figure his land ship he's so proud of has a couple of holes we can utilize.We could easily rush up and shower it in fire, outmaneuvering it's gun. Burn every merc inside.
>>1587457So we can take the whole platoon?Could we get more m32's?Or at least upgrade the tanks we have as much as possible?We'll also need a lot of spare parts to the engines, tracks and transmissions.And firearms. Including MGsAnd grenades of various typesAnd paint to camouflage our tanksAnd we want cash for bribes and on-the-road purchasesAnd this cash shouldn't come from our reward(Also maybe we should take Hilda along, if she's in good enough condition)
>>1587452Also, we've only known Maddy for four days?
>>1587521Seconding this and the Molotov idea but also asking about the possibility of getting our hands on an AT rifle. Do we know the landship's details or can we ask the spooks about that?
>>1587457can we get the spooks to get our hell fire shell backalso time to cover our tanks in bushs
>>1587628to add to this we will need spare parts for field repairs
>>1587457One more thing we need is a civilian car to serve as our scout while we're traversing Valsten. And it should have a radio.
>>1587521>bazookaNothing like that's been invented yet. Flamethrowers have been for a while, if you're crazy enough to want one.>crazy tank buster shellsWell, technically, you do have something that might do something really amazing...it is an armor piercing shell, after all, just with hooplah stuck inside of it.>>1587559>So we can take the whole platoon?You certainly can, as well as anybody you might think of trying to recruit to your cause. You do have 3 kilograms of gold bouillon in easy to manage bits to sling around, after all.>Could we get more m32's?If you can convince their owners to part with them. Like the guy said, anything that goes missing to help you will be officially said to have either been lost or stolen.>Or at least upgrade the tanks we have as much as possible?Upgrade?Bolting on applique armor is frowned upon in Strossvald's military. So far as Von Tracht has been taught throughout academy, weighing down the vehicle is not ideal. This has been especially reinforced with the m/32's introduction, and its tendency to break down if overworked and/or overloaded.>We'll also need a lot of spare parts to the engines, tracks and transmissions.Relatively simple to get. >And firearms. Including MGsTanks carry complements of reserve armaments for the crew, including carbines and a submachine gun. You could get machine guns, I suppose? Although really I'd say you'd be better off just using the numerous ones on the vehicles if you really need to go that loud.>And grenades of various typesThere's smoke, fragmentation, and concussion for assault.>And paint to camouflage our tanksPart of the plan is to disguise your tanks as Blood Sun assets, by painting them the right color, putting the proper sigil on them, and forgery of documents aided by papers captured in the raid. Really, you shouldn't be running into any fights after Selgess, theoretically, until after traveling into Sosaldt.>And we want cash for bribes and on-the-road purchasesI presume you mean other than the three kilograms of solid gold. You probably shouldn't use Strossvalder coinage while on the road in a hostile nation while under a disguise. Sosaldt does use Union Marks as official currency, but most bandits and mercenaries get by on the road with barter.>And this cash shouldn't come from our rewardReward? Nobody's said anything about a monetary reward. Do you want money?>(Also maybe we should take Hilda along, if she's in good enough condition)She certainly says she's in good enough condition. Whether she is or not is up to personal judgment.>>1587569It might have been five.I know. Quest time dilation.>>1587646Doable. However, everything you take with will probably be coming under fire on your initial breakthrough. Soft skinned vehicles may be better procured later. After all, after you kill Selgess, you're to go and be disguised as mercs on their way home to deal with home front matters post regicide.
>>1587628>can we get the spooks to get our hell fire shell backAre you sure you want them to know about that or what it is?
>>1587707What if we ask them for some missing custom ammunition that we procured by ourselves, if we don't want to be so blatant?
>>1587699It seems to me having Hilda along would be a benefit, but only after she's had that wound looked at, disinfected, and sewn shut properly so nothing that should be inside of her ends up outside of her.
>>1587699>I presume you mean other than the three kilograms of solid goldExactly. A 50g gold bar is a lot more than most expenses we might need, and it attracts attention. At least, that's how I see it.>Nobody's said anything about a monetary reward.I suppose the spooks won't demand the remainder of the gold back, will they?>She certainly says she's in good enough condition. Whether she is or not is up to personal judgment.Not our judgement, but one of a medical professional>Soft skinned vehicles may be better procured laterYou're right. But we'd need to take a radio for it with us. Maybe an infantry model?>Upgrade?I was thinking more in the line of newer engines, better optics, etc.>It might have been five.And Maddy is already head over heels for us. She's clearly a madwoman who'd better be left in the bandits' hands!..
>>1587872>Exactly. A 50g gold bar is a lot more than most expenses we might need, and it attracts attention. At least, that's how I see it.That's quite true, and normally, since the gold has Strossvald bank markings, it wouldn't be too great to just throw around.However, given the short time frame that this op is being set up in, you don't likely have big stacks of foreign bills, nor would it be accurate for the role you're playing at to have them. Sosaldt is, though, a country that exports large amounts of precious minerals. It's said that gold dust is commonly traded in Sosaldt...supposedly. The common view of Sosaldtians that reside in the "Southern Cities" are decadent, fabulously wealthy degenerate criminals turned aristocrat. If you were to modify the gold to appear more crude, it might be in character...>I suppose the spooks won't demand the remainder of the gold back, will they?Unless you ask for it, it's possible. They also may expect you to spend all of it; something that can be specified for next update. It IS supposed to be a mission resource, but if you were to save it, maybe it'd be a good bonus?>Not our judgement, but one of a medical professionalYou'd have to go get her checked out, but if her description of events is accurate, she was shot with fowl-shot, which wouldn't penetrate too deeply. Any wounds (besides where, perhaps, the wad went) are most likely to be ugly and painful, but not incredibly deadly.>Maybe an infantry model?That's relatively simple to shove into the crew space, sure.>And Maddy is already head over heels for us. She's clearly a madwoman who'd better be left in the bandits' hands!..First boy syndrome.Also saving her life when she had convinced herself that it wasn't worth anything may have affected some perceptions.
>>1587946Honestly if we want monetary reward I'm sure we can engage in a bit of war looting when we get to Sosaldt.After all what self-respectable bandit king doesn't have his own stash of loot?
>>1588058Oh yeah one more thing. How are we supposed to extract the rest of the hostages?
>>1588065How to extract two hundred and sixty hostages?Good question. Better figure something out when the time comes.:^)
>>1587872Forgot a part.>I was thinking more in the line of newer engines, better optics, etc.That's not likely to happen. There aren't any better engines around; the m/32 isn't old enough to have had its bumps sanded out.While the 32/47 optics are better than its 32/37 cousin, ripping them out of somebody else's tank would probably require some compensation in return; Imperial optics aren't cheap.And mechanically it's only a +5 bonus over the default so you'd have to consider if it's worth all that.
>>1588086Could we swap out the current engine for a factory new one? It could be a minor improvement to performance simply because a new engine won't be worn.
>>1588135I will tell you definitively that the engine currently in your tanks are not near old nor used enough for that to have a discernable effect.It will have an effect on the 28 that had its engine perforated with a 3.7cm shell, though.
>>1588086Can we get any volunteers from the spec ops group we went over the river with? Just an opportunity to talk with them for advice since they've been to Sosaldt multi times and they've proven themselves to be sneaky bastards. Also everyone loves gold right?
>>1588168You certainly can.Although they aren't spec ops. They're a company of picked men from the 3rd Holtenberg Light Rifles Regiment. They're just good at what they do by virtue of having to deal with brigands all the time.
>>1588183So they're elite light infantry or skirmishers?
>>1588183I'm that case,>…You’re utterly mad, but>I have no objections. Other than this plan being a mad adventure towards certain ruin, but I suppose that is my lot in life.We can use the gold for now for Archduchy troops but we have to make it a priority to convert them.I support most of what other anons are saying, let's talk to our platoon, the Holtenberg Light, Hilda, her brother if he's around. And ask the spook of he has any recommendations for personnel.
>>1588194Specifically, they're more lightly armed as to be more mobile on foot. They carry lighter loads of equipment, and their formations lack Machine Gun Companies, with heavy machine guns and medium sized mortars. They're used to operating with little support, and have to think creatively to deal with threats like armor or fortifications.Of course, their quick and flexible nature means they tend to deal best with foes such as Sosaldtian bandits.>>1588217You got it.To make sure, when you say "make it a priority to convert them," do you mean attempting to coerce them without coin, or just seeing if they can be swayed into putting 100% into the mission regardless of compensation?I've got to go to an event of sorts for a bit, but when I get back I'll start an update based on the discussion here. Anything else that's asked, I'll try and address on mobile.
>>1588274Sorry, I meant more convert gold bars into Sosaldt currency or anything not Archduchy.I'm thinking for trying to persuade them we should first appeal to their famous toughness, capacity as Hellers best unit and national pride. They're going to be the spark that reignites the war, save over 200 hostages and do what they do best: kill bandits.And if that doesn't work we offer them all the plunder they want and gold bars.
>>1588430The thing is if we bring infantry along that means we have to get a lot more supplies and transportation which might be hard to get on short notice.
>>1588606True, and for the 'duel' we may not want any infantry at all. But to rescue all those hostages we're going to need more than 4-5 tanks. Especially soldiers who have experience in working quietly and overcoming unconventional problems.If we can hire reliable mercs in Sosaldt then that works too, but I doubt we could ever fully trust any.
Okay things took longer than I figured and I'm feeling pretty out of it but I think I can still do two or three updates before I falter.Also somehow I completely neglected this:>>1587623>also asking about the possibility of getting our hands on an AT rifle. Possible, but the m/32's 13mm hull machine guns use the same ammunition as the infantry's AT rifle, so their use would likely be limited, if never restricted by ammunition stores.>Do we know the landship's details or can we ask the spooks about that?There's more than a few sorts of landship, although very few are in anything approaching uncommon use due to their expense and their lack of strategic mobility, despite their impressive power.You can ask the spooks what sort of thing it is in the next update. By you can I mean you will, rather.
“A few questions,” your eyes flicked to the gold in the open briefcase, “How much of this do you want back after you are done?”“We expect you to use it in its entirety,” the Shadow stated, “If you have any left over…consider it a bonus. As well as anything else you may…find.” He smiled in a positively devious manner.“How magnanimous of your organization.” You said, slightly impressed. “Must be important if you’re willing to just throw that much away.”“More than you know, my dear boy. Not only is there the factor of hostages, but also that of keeping up with the rest of the line, as well as the prestige of the local lord’s forces, and other participants…many parties interested in future…successes.”“I get what you mean,” you stopped looking at the gold and laid your eyes back on the Shade. “Another thing. I keep hearing about this “Red Tide” machine. What is it? You said it was a landship, but what sort?”“It is rather infamous, although information on it is vague. Three, explain it for our volunteer.” The Shadow waved out to the man on his left, the one opposite from the one who had had the briefcase.“Imagine a big fat old metal bastard.” Three started, “Some big siege model from when the Netillians tried to break open the Ellowian forts back in 1923, except instead of breaking the line wide open, the Netillians got drawn into a pocket and had their supply lines cut. The Ellowians didn’t much like the loot they got, so they sold it to whoever wanted to buy. Sosaldt’s got quite the black market for such things; you can find whatever you’re looking for if you know who to talk to.” Three clicked his tongue and cracked his knuckles. “Anyways, the Red Tide. It’s one of those things, except it’s been changed up enough to be barely recognizable. They doubled up the treads to make it sink less, stuck scrap and shit all over it, and then for the finishing touch they ripped the gun turret off a destroyer and stuck it on top. Twelve centimeters of big, mean firepower, not counting the ten centimeter assault gun already in the hull, and armored to take whatever you can throw at it from the front.”“Dangerous.” You observed to yourself quietly.“There’s a catch though,” Three held up a waggling finger, “There’s only one of ‘em. A bunch of those old landships were bought up, but that destroyer only ever had one turret taken off of it for the Blood Suns.”That gave food for thought. “So what does that mean?” you prodded Three to continue.“It means…” Three said slowly, “That the Red Tide shows up in a bunch of places, too quick for the big heavy piece of junk to move around to. Most people around Sosaldt are so scared shitless of the thing that they surrender when they see it coming. You putting the pieces together yet?”
“Right, right,” you said, thinking a long time about other preparations, “Alright. To move along…I need these things.”You began to rattle off a list so long and exhaustive, the Shadow held up a hand, and for the first time since you met him, grimaced. “Now, Von Tracht, let us be reasonable. Write such things down for yourself, or remember them. I will not be sourcing such things. I will instead be giving you authority to take what you will from the armories and supply dumps.”“That makes things much easier,” you said with confidence, rising from your seat. “So how much time do I have to do this?”“We have four and a half hours until the deadline stated by Selgess,” the Shadow allowed his grimace to vanish, “Between two to three hours should be ideal. Some minutes even after the deadline should be adequate, so long as, for all that is holy, you are not late in challenging Selgess the Skull.”“Got it.” You make for the door.“Good luck, Von Tracht. Have fun stormin’ the castle.” The initial spook who had guided you here tipped his hat to you as you left.You can tackle your preparations in any order, but perhaps it was best to get certain things done first.Your damaged m/28 was likely in the midst of being fixed. While normally, it would warrant a complete replacement of the engine, there wasn’t quite time for that; you could call ahead and have the focus be more on temporary repair, or you could simply replace it with the replacement for the m/32 you had just recovered. It would depend on whether you wanted more tanks or better reliability.>Take care of Hilda first; you did just sort of abandon her.>Seek out Bat Company. Their assistance, and counsel, would be of great value.>Procure your gear and supplies first. Those were of paramount importance.>OtherIf I missed anything or didn't adequately explain it, bring it up; I'll explain it and we can both pretend I put it in the original update post.
We can probably meet up with an Infantry contingent after our duel with Selgess. So if we really want to buy out the 3rd Holtenberg Light Rifles Regiment, we could ask them to steal several armored cars and vehicles and meet up with us on our way to East Valsten. We can get all the markings and insignia's stripped by the intel guys on the way.Id also like a replacement m32/-47 ready for us, since were probably gonna be taking significant damage fighting that landship. So try and get Krause and Von Metzeler into this plan. I dont trust von Walen and von Igel, their loyalty is circumspect, considering we undermined one by replacing his command position and left the other one to sit out an operation.So Krauze and Metzeler will have to 'steal' us a spare m/32-47 while also taking their own m/32's or m/28 I cant remember if the m/32 was more mechanically reliable then the von blumm model, if it is take more of those then the m/28 since their the same speed. They can meet up with the Holtenbergs. I think we'd need atleast 1 armored car, the Holtenbergs can crew that and two trucks or halftracks to transport the Holtenbergs, and atleast one more truck to carry our spare parts, ammo and supplies. They can all meet us after the duel.If the duel isnt relegated to single tank on tank combat, then if von Metzeler and von Krauze are willing to help us fight it out great. The Holtenbergs, if we can somehow get them close to Selgess could dump at grenades or moltovs onto his landship or try and snipe the tracks with AT Rifles. though I doubt they;d be much use, since Selgess has no reason to come out and meet us and it would most likely be us driving towards him.
>>1590075> I cant remember if the m/32 was more mechanically reliable then the von blumm model,It is, by virtue of being lighter. Less weight from not being uparmored, as well as having a lighter armament, helps it break down less. However, the engine itself is still intolerant of abuse.
>>1590074>Take care of Hilda first; you did just sort of abandon her.Then get to a radio and get von Krezue and von Metzeler here and recruit them to our cause.Get von Metzeler to find Bat company and have them meet us in 30 minutes somewhere, while we go to the supply depot and procure what we need.
>>1590074>Take care of Hilda first; you did just sort of abandon her. We will need her and who knows if the fool actually had her wounds treated.>>1590075I agree with this anon's plan. Just want to do it after Hilda.
>>1590068So the Red Tide is basically a T-28 with a Destroyer Turret grafted on it and decorated with spikes and skulls all over the place acting as some sort of ablative armor.
You decided to go get Hilda; you had just sort of abandoned her there. Since you had some time to cool down and think tactically…perhaps you had been cruel to her. She had taken a load of shotshell while attempting to do something that you had tasked her with. You sheepishly approached her; she was still where you left her.She stared at you silently. You noticed something off when you came back. Her eyes seemed…red around the outside?“…I’m sorry.” You brought yourself to say, “I shouldn’t have been so critical of you.”Hilda didn’t say anything. “Come on,” you opened the door of the car for her, while going around to your side to start it up, “Let’s get you to a doctor.”Hilda seemed to stare off into space for a moment, before obediently entering. “Yeah…uh huh.”You felt pressured to hurry, but with Hilda beside you, you couldn’t afford to drive suicidally. This led to a brief space of time where you were forced to wait, and Hilda spoke up.“I’m sorry.” She said insistently.“It’s fine.” You said back immediately.“It’s about as fine as I said I was, right before I threw up on the ground in front of you.” Hilda’s voice seemed tired, as if her body was growing bored with maintaining her façade of emotionlessness. You didn’t really have anything to say in response to that, because she was right.“…Lieutenant.” She addressed you by your rank, for some reason. “I made a mistake, and other people paid for it. You’re holding back, I can tell. I don’t know if you’re doing it to be nice, or if it’s because I’m a woman. Either way, I’d rather you not. It won’t solve anything, and neither me nor you will feel any better. Reprimand me, arrange some sort of punishment. This wasn’t some friendly favor; I was under your employ, and the army’s. A mistake this bad isn’t solved with an apology.”>For heaven’s sake, enough with the gloomy attitude. This day’s been bad enough. I order you to adopt a sunnier disposition.>I refuse. I’m not going to indulge your self pity, and I’m not going to give in to my frustration. Don’t bring this up again.>Fine. If you’re so keen on getting it, your punishment is…(write in)>OtherThere’ll be a radio at the aid camp to call your platoon with, so that action comes soon.>>1590105Perhaps less modern and impenetrably armored but...well, you'll see it when you see it.
>>1590163>Fine. If you’re so keen on getting it, your punishment is…(write in)>You will apologize to my fiancé after she has been rescued.Gotta sleep, thanks for the run bossman.
>>1590163>The purpose of a punishment is to prevent a repeating of undesirable actions. You don't look like you're keen to repeat it, so hush.>I'd like to know though why you didn't ask for help inside. Did you intend to just bleed to death there?
>>1590163>Fine. If you’re so keen on getting it, your punishment is…(write in)Kiss her
>>1590463Well we can do what you said too!but then we kiss her
>>1590468Anon, we're engaged.
>>1590472Oh cmon, it can be a little peck and then a cocky grin. It'll be a goof. Also...Why let a small engagement get in the way a good mistress?
>>1590475Its to bad she isnt a good mistress compared to Signy>>1590454No
>>1590479I agree signy all the Way...
>>1590483>>1590479Well if Signy was here I'd say she could get a smooch, she definetly is better.But what's to stop us from kissing them both!?
>>1590479Signy is superior, but Maddy is superiorer still.
>>1590493Well maddy is a Nice girl but she just dosent beat signy... guess im just not that into loli looking girls
>>1590499>Short red hair>cute mole>probably tight buttNigga what's not to love.
>>1590502Body like a 9 year old boy?
>>1590504Cmon, It's more like a 12 year old boy!
>>1590507Hmm that kinda depends on the boy
>>1590502Then why even consider Hilda a mistress when clearly your looking for the Maddalyn Von Blum and Mathilda Von Blum power duo
>>1590510Mathilda is likely to turn yandere on us out of jealousy though.You just know she's going to kill Maddy and pretend to be her until she's found out because of the fake mole falling off.
>>1590510Yeah whats better then a girl with the body of a 9 year old boy?.. 2 girls with a body of a 9 year old boy
>>1590514Mathilda seems like she hates Maddy though. She might turn yandere to have a dig at her sister.
>>1590517That's what I was talking about.We're talking Higurashi-level shenanigans here.
Just got up, will likely run in four hours or so.I have to say you people picked a weird time to talk about getting a mistress. Your wife just got kidnapped, you incorrigible rakes. I don't mind it at all, if that's really something you want to do, but it would be out of character to bring it up in story til at least a bit later. Again, if you want to, that's on you, since you're the character, but right now I don't really see Tracht as somebody who would cheat.Why would you want to kiss Hilda anyways she's not even cute
>>1590544Nah it was just a joke primarily. It would be WAY out of character. Perhaps if Tracht accepted Signy's advances it would make sense, but he didn't.
>>1590544Realistically, we don't have that many options anyway. We've already refused Signy's advances, Hilda is a cold fish and Mathilda will likely poison us, so our only romantic option is clearly Emma
>>1590552The titty-monster who ran off to the bandit Nations?
>>1590552> We've already refused Signy's advancesOnce.Just saying.
>>1590560>tfw poor ghost girl has been forgotten already
>>1590563Yeah and i still feel bad about it... signy is best waifu
>>1590568Oh shit thats right... but who knows how long it Will take before she gets a body
>>1590572>needing a body>not being satisfied with pure platonic love
>>1590574Damn... i feel like such a scrub to keep focusing on the girls bodies instead of their red hair and ghostly charms
“The purpose of a punishment,” you said levelly, “is to prevent a repeating of undesirable actions. You don’t look like you’re keen to repeat it, so hush. If you really want to make up for it, you can apologize to Maddalyn after we get her back.”“Hm.” Hilda grunted.“I’d like to know why you didn’t ask for help inside, though.” You asked her, “Did you intend to just bleed to death there?”“I’m not bleeding to death.” Hilda corrected sullenly, “I know how to bind a wound. I’ve had worse. A lot worse.”“Worse than being shot?”“I ran into a bear two years ago.” Hilda traced a finger along the massive scar on her face, “I almost died. If I didn’t know how to slow the bleeding, we wouldn’t be talking right now.”
You arrived at the Aid Camp soon enough. It was not yet inundated with wounded; relatively few physicians were running about, and many more were consumed with less stressful tasks. Thus, it was no great ordeal to flag down a medic and get them to look at Hilda.“This isn’t the sort of wound I was expected,” the medic muttered, “You know there’s a clinic for civilians, right? Isn’t this a hunting accident? It would have been easier to get to.”“She’s under mercenary contract.” You told the medic, “Besides, she was shot by infiltrators.”“With fowl shot?” the medic wondered as he opened his kit, “Lucky they didn’t choose buck. Your mercenary would have been in a bad sort if they did.”The medic took out a pair of shiny, sharp scissors, and looked down at Hilda as she lay on the cot. “Miss, I’m going to have to cut open your clothes.”Hilda’s expression shifted noticeably. “Do you…have to?” Her voice had a wary intonation that wasn’t like her.“I am an army surgeon, miss.” The medic…although perhaps it would be rude to just call him medic, now that you know his proper status, said. “It is necessary to sterilize the wounds, and to prevent any further debris from entering them. I cannot ask you to take your clothes off yourself, since that carries a risk of abrading the wounds.”“But,” Hilda squirmed quite uncharacteristically, “There’s one in my…chest. Do you have to cut all the way?”“Miss.” The surgeon stated clearly, “I am not trying to embarrass you. This is an important step of treatment. I will ensure that any clothing items that are destroyed are replaced as soon as possible.” With that, he began to cut away the bandages that Hilda had applied.“Nnh…” Hilda whined in protest.When the surgeon was quick, and had soon reached a point where you had to turn away in order to preserve Hilda’s dignity; not that you had been looking there in particular…well, perhaps a little…but Hilda had taken one bit of shot to a breast, and the Surgeon presumably wouldn’t have left his work unfinished.Hilda remained as quiet as possible, with only the slightest signs of letting out pained syllables, to the tune of forceps removing shot, each little piece being placed in a tin with a little clanging sound.“Milord,” the Surgeon said as he worked, “So you know, this should not be a debilitating injury. You can likely take her back out after I finish redressing these wounds, although if you wanted my professional opinion, she should also have an infusion of plasma.”“Yes,” you said, your back turned, “Thank you.”
“Miss,” the surgeon said down to Hilda, “Should you suffer wounds like these large ones again, I recommend you see a proper doctor. These scars…were not properly sutured.”“Couldn’t I have…just a cloth, or something?” Hilda sounded incredibly nervous.“Miss.” The Surgeon didn’t seem to stop working, “I will be finished soon enough. I have a wife and daughter, this isn’t the first time I’ve seen a woman undressed. Nobody is trying to peep on you. Please, allow me to remove the foreign bodies from your upper torso and your arm, and we will be done.”You left in order to get at a radio- you needed to call the most trusted members of your platoon.Perhaps they could be more trusted, but you had known Von Metzeler through your time at the academy. Krause, significantly less, but you knew he and Metzeler were close. The other officers, while they were fellow academy graduates, you didn’t know nearly as much about. Von Metzeler had a reputation that even you knew about, while the others were largely out of your notice.By coincidence, of course, none of the people you had run into and recruited had been the few cadets you had been on friendly terms with. Von Metzeler had actually challenged you to a duel after the last exercise, due to presumably a perceived affront on his honor.Your relationship had only improved from there, thankfully.You got a hold of a radio set with relatively little effort, and got connected to your company, then your platoon.“Von Tracht.” Lieutenant Von Metzeler addressed you over the radio, “Are you well?”“Well enough.” You said, “Listen. I need you and Krause, as well as yours and mine tanks and crews, to go and find a bunch of men calling themselves Bat Company. 3rd Holtenberg Light Rifles. Then, I need you to come to the south of the city, outside the administrative buildings.”“Why only Krause and I?” Von Metzeler asked, “Is it a sensitive matter?”“Quite.” You replied.“If you do not trust your newer officers,” Von Metzeler said slowly, “Perhaps it is a sentiment unique to my own perspective, but you did aid them in their time of need, as you aided Krause and I. It is an eternal contract, for those who saved one another from peril to continue to help one another.”>That’s nice, but I don’t have a good feel for their abilities, nor their trust in me, regardless of if I saved them. Just take yourself and Krause, and my crew.>If you say so, then take them. I would rather not, though.>If you vouch for them, that is good enough for me. Only if you are absolutely sure, though.>Other
>>1590834>If you vouch for them, that is good enough for me. Only if you are absolutely sure, though.
>>1590834>>If you vouch for them, that is good enough for me. Only if you are absolutely sure, though.
“Well, if you vouch for them, that’s good enough for me,” you said back, “Only if you are absolutely sure, though.”“I vouch for their loyalty, not necessarily their talent.” Von Metzeler said bluntly, “The only one whose talent I would certainly vouch for, one Von Neubaum, has refused to take a position of command.”“That won’t be that big of a problem,” you said quickly, “I’ll explain it once you come around.”Soon enough, your platoon had arrived; each of its members in varying states of confusion. Among the enlisted, the subject of the minute was the sudden order of withdrawal. The suddenness of it, predictions of what would be done in the future, and most of all, theorizing who the hostages were.Along with your officers, you recognized Captain Honnrieg; apparently having come as a representative of Bat Company.You gathered up the leadership and explained the situation.“So you all know that this Selgess the Skull character is blocking the bridge, and unless we cede both our advance, as well as this city, he takes care of the hostages he’s taken.” You started, “Our friends at the intelligence office gave me a mission. I’m going to say up front though…” you looked at each of them, “We’ll be required to desert our posts. We’ll be absent without leave, and in violation of Strossvald’s army laws. Marked as criminals, for the duration of the mission. If you’ve any aversion to that, or think your men will, then say so now. I’m not going to force you to do it.”The briefcase of gold weighed heavily on your arm, but you weren’t going to show it quite yet. Not until you had a decent handle on how your potential allies felt.“It’s a mission, isn’t it.” On Neubaum toned in, “So we’re not really deserting, are we.”“Well, not technically.” The specifics were a bit of a head scratcher, you thought, as you said this. “But in the eyes of everybody who doesn’t know about this mission, we will be.”“I’m guessing we won’t be trying to evade our own guys,” Von Neubaum said, sounding bored. “So get to the dangerous part.”“Right.” You summarized the operation very briefly, “We’ll be ‘deserting’, then charging across the bridge, murdering this Selgess person, then following the remnants back to Sosaldt so we can break the hostages out from their base.”“So why are we the ones doing this?” Von Neubaum pressed you, “We aren’t exactly the most intimidating armor platoon in the Archduke’s host. This sounds more like something that should be trusted to a Silver Lance.”>Reveal your personal connection to the operation>Make up some bull shit (write in)>Claim ignorance>Other
>>1590952>>Reveal your personal connection to the operation
>>1590952>Reveal your personal connection to the operation
>>1590952>Reveal your personal connection to the operationIt's going to come up at some point, highlights why it has to be us and may appeal to any of the more honor bound in the group.
>>1591039I don't think honor will matter much when we shove a gold brick into their hands. But I do agree, they should know why it has to be us.
“Well,” you repeated the Shadow of the Archduke’s way of putting it, “Selgess, as it turns out, like his battles to have drama. He has…created some dramatic tension between us, albeit unwittingly. Normally, we wouldn’t be able to get close to him, but I’m in a position where I can call him out.”Before anybody could ask why that was, you gave the reason. “Bandits of the Blood Sun infiltrated the city, and kidnapped Maddalyn Von Blum. She is…my fiancée.”Among the dumbfounded reactions about hearing of the kidnapping, Captain Honnrieg let out a loud snort.“Something funny?” you challenged Honnrieg irritably.“No, no. Snrt.” Honnrieg couldn’t help but smile as he evaded your cold stare, “Just reminds me of something that happened a long time ago. So you want Bat Company to help with this?”“That was what I was hoping,” you said, making ready to put the case on the ground to open it, “If you need-““Say no more.” Honnrieg pulled you back up, “If you need to raid Sosaldt, you’ve got Bat Company at your back.”“Just like that?” you asked, shocked. “Just like that.” Honnrieg put a fist into his chest, “Back in the day, that’s what we did forfun. We were on our way home, anyways. Turns out the big bosses don’t like having an unruly company mucking around with nobody to tell them what to do. So either we can go home and sit around doing garrison and waiting for the Netillians to make another dumbass move, or we go on a big bold rescue mission to save the lives of the innocent and smite a bunch of ass bandits who think they can’t be touched. You’d have the support of the regiment, let alone Bat Company.”
“I…truly appreciate that.” You said uncertainly. Was it really that easy? They did used to be under Heller Von Tracht, but…“Besides,” Honnrieg stuck a finger in his ear and turned it, “These bandit kings always have a respectable collection of fine riches. I’m really not seeing a reason not to go.”Naturally.You filled them in on the finer details of the plan.“I don’t like our chances…” Von Igel moaned afterwards, “I guess I feel better if we have the other help, though…”“You don’t have to go,” you reminded the tank commander gently.“Well, the Lieutenant said if we refused, we had no honor. I’d personally rather have my life but-“Von Walen butted in. “I’ll be damned if I’ve got no honor, I told him!” he near shouted, “So he and I convinced the pube headed pussy here to rediscover his goddamn balls that he left in the Blumlands.”“…Yes.” Von Igel said with defeat.“And Von Neubaum?” your eyes wandered to the tired looking, lanky officer.“I go wherever.” He said, lacking in enthusiasm. “Deserting or not, we’re still doing something for the army. If I wasn’t here, I’d be doing some other dumb thing. At least here I’ve got Von Pissed and Von Dork.”“I better not be Von Dork.” Walen warned.That neatly handled all your leadership. Now there was just the matter of the enlisted. Unlike your officers, not all of them had a personal connection or debt to you. Would it be too much to ask them to aid you in this operation?>Attempt to win them by appealing to their sense of honor and duty (Write in)>Bribe them with an ingot of gold each. (22 enlisted to bribe, including your own, equals 22 bars used in bribery, leaving 98 bars of 50 grams of gold left over in the war chest)>OtherI've been mucking around a bit, but I should be around and more punctual the rest of the evening
>>1591324>Bribe them with an ingot of gold each. (22 enlisted to bribe, including your own, equals 22 bars used in bribery, leaving 98 bars of 50 grams of gold left over in the war chest)They won't say no to gold.
>>1591324>Bribe them with an ingot of gold each. (22 enlisted to bribe, including your own, equals 22 bars used in bribery, leaving 98 bars of 50 grams of gold left over in the war chest)A select few might agree to the plan, our tank crew maybe, but the rest won't be so eager. A lot harder to entice the people getting the worst of it because of honor and glory to go seek some more.
“It’s good to know that you’re all so supportive, but,” you crouched down to open the briefcase, and counted out tiles of gold. Your commanders’ eyes widened as you showed them the metal. Von Igel actually lifted his glasses to squint at it.“I’m not going to ask our enlisted crews to throw themselves into a personal conflict for the sake of honor and camaraderie. I’m going to give you each a piece of this gold for each of your crew members. Tell them what I told you, and that this is half payment for their loyalty, the other half to be given after we finish this.” Whether that would be practical remained to be seen; hopefully you would be able to pillage the treasuries of some bandits to make up the difference.“As exciting as this is, Von Tracht…” Captain Honnrieg stretched.“Did you want gold as well?” you asked.“Nah. Haven’t earned it yet. I can speak for all the 3rd for that.” Honnrieg said dismissively, “It’s more that I doubt the practicality of leading all of Bat Company out with you. From the sound of the plan, you’re trying to be subtle. I’d say we could only take a squad and a half, maybe two, and keep things on the down low. The rest could come in another way, but we ain’t crossing that bridge with everybody.”
“I’ll get to that.” You found a pencil and paper and began writing a list. “We have a few hours to get all of these things.”>x2 Model 20 Infantry Flame Projectors>March Loading of Tread, wheels, and parts for simple maintenance of vehicles (March loading referring to not removing spare equipment prior to combat, maximizing amount carried by the vehicle)>Five VM Light Machine Guns, to supplement tank reserve arms >x2 Infantry model backpack radio>x2 13mm Infantry Anti-Tank Rifles>x1 Panzer m/32-47>x1 PzA-19 Armored Car>x3 Handelwagen Two-Ton Transport Truck (Fuel vehicles are to be provided across the border, don’t worry about those)>Crates of additional ammunition for all weapons, enough for at least three days of sustained combat for small arms and one for large weapons>Grenade crates of smoke, fragmentation, and concussion>Special visit to logistics to retrieve customized ammunitionHonnrieg whistled. “Quite a shopping list.”“Where are we going to get another one of Von Blum’s m/32s?” Krause asked, “I remember them not being too willing to part with them.”“Doesn’t matter how, just find a way to get one.” You noticed one of the Intelligence Office’s spooks from before loitering, watching you from down the road. “Ask that guy, tell him you’re with me and you need a new tank. He’ll help you.”“He looks…untrustworthy.”“He is.” You said, “He is. But he’ll have to do. Captain, can I trust you and your men to get the other things? I’m going to be visiting the logistics office.”“Sure,” he said, “Although we’ll probably just steal them the old fashioned way. It’s a tradition. More importantly, we need to finalize how many men we’re taking.”----If I missed anything or if you want to add anything that wasn’t discussed, say so. I read back over the list and discussion a few times, but it’s entirely possible that I missed something.Additionally,>Go with Honnrieg’s recommendation of two squads of ten.>Suggest another number (Write in)I know we've been doing a lot of planning already, but this does happen to be something that demands such.
>>1591646All seems fine, let's go with Honreig 2 squad plan.
>>1591646>Go with Honnrieg’s recommendation of two squads of ten.Works for me, he's the expert on such work.The only thing I'm concerned with is any 'supernatural' element to be encountered but without Maddy I don't have any real idea how to combat that.
>>1591646>Go with Honnrieg’s recommendation of two squads of ten.
>>1591646>>Go with Honnrieg’s recommendation of two squads of ten.
Hey, I'll be starting later than usual today; in about an hour and a half, around 4 PM EST. It's later because I have a few more things to get ready.
“Pick two squads like you said would be good,” you told Captain Honnrieg. “Although…you outrank me, I expected you to maybe have a more…commanding tone.”“Old oaths, boy.” Honnrieg smirked, “Older than I care to admit.” He pointed a finger at you as he started to turn and leave, “I’ll see you around.”You picked your gold back up and made for the car you’d been loaned. It was time to pay a visit to the logistics man you’d visited yesterday.First though, you accosted the Intelligence spook, driving up next to him.“You,” you addressed him, “Your boss said that I could have authority to take whatever I wanted from supply and such. How do I show that?”The spook surrepticiously passed you a seal; it carried the sign of a River Lily; the Archduke’s symbol, but slightly below it was a rope. “That should shut any mouths.” He said to you, “Don’t show it to everybody, though. The fewer people know, the better. Your gold would be a better coercer.”“We’ll see about that.” You said haughtily before leaving him in the dust.------Thankfully, the same person you’d talked to before was waiting at the Logistics and Personnel offices.“You’re back?” the clerk said, with a mixture of surprise and pleasure, “So, uh, did you find anything?”>Yeah. (Show Intelligence office seal)>No. I need to buy some things, though. (Put the briefcase on the desk)>Sure, but I don’t have it yet. Can I get another favor for when I do get it? (Complete horse shit)>OtherOstensibly, you’ve come here for your Hellfire shell that this guy claims to have seen, and knows where it is, but this guy’s also got a couple of spare crew that he’s holding, should you want to be greedy. Write in if you want them, whether it be one, both, or possibly something more specific.
>>1593823>OtherShow him the gold, demand the hellfire and 2 extra drivers. Give him 2 or 3 gold bars for his trouble, hopefully that will suffice.
Looks like I got to the most current thread. Thought this was going to be just tank things. Never expected the spooky here. But it makes it interesting to read.>>1590105Makes me think we're fighting a Char B1 knockoff.
>>1593844I say drivers because anyone can be a loader or an aimer, but I figure driver is a more specialised role.
>>1593853Strossvald crews are cross-trained, so everybody knows how to do everything.Whether they're good at everything is another thing entirely.>>1593850Honestly I was feeling pretty bad about the lack of tanks up til now. Had to kick things back into proper hear.>captcha asks me to select the helicopter>shows me the front of a me262Google please.
>>1593823>No. I need to buy some things, though. (Put the briefcase on the desk)We need our own mechanic or two. And the hellfire shell back, of course.Don't give the clerk more than one bar.>>1593850Welcome!Please state your preferred girl among the characters, or you can't participate!
>>1593859Don't be, it's quite interesting to have everything there in between tank battles.>>1593885Ooh, hmm...I like Maddy the best. Signy is a close second but being Signy is suffering. So far, no opinion on Hilda.
>>1593897A patrician taste, my friend.
>>1593897>>1593906>Signy is a close secondSigny smothers herself in pig shit along with your other "waifu's" PRAISE BE TO MADDLEYN, LONG LIVE HER NAME!
>>1593823>No. I need to buy some things, though. (Put the briefcase on the desk)
>>1593823Show the briefcase amd the gold, ask for that shell and crew. If he doesn't budge, show the crest and state terms again.
“No,” you said, “I need to buy a few more things, though.” You lifted the heavy case up with both hands, and slammed it onto the desk.Perhaps a bit too hard; the weight sent all the other objects on top of the wooden bar flying, rolling, and bouncing off; the clerk tried and failed to recover everything making its grand exodus towards the floor.“Alright…” the Clerk looked at you with spite, “I’m guessing something in the case was worth introducing like that.”“I want that special shell you told me you had,” you began, “And those two crewmen you tried selling me earlier. I also want you to scrounge up a mechanic or two from one of the maintenance companies.”“Eehh…” the clerk picked at his fingernails, “I’m not feeling very motivated to do all of that yet.”You said nothing, but deliberately unlocked the briefcase, clicking the numbered dials til the opening combination showed for all four locks, and opened it slightly, pulling out a single gold tile and laying it on the desk.The clerk eased himself closely to it, sliding it off of the desk and into his hand. After inspecting it for a few seconds, he looked up at you with wonder. “…How…”“Don’t worry about it.” You said, “I trust that I can have the items I requested in a couple of hours?”“C’mon, man,” the clerk whined, but keeping it to a whisper, “I’m just some guy up front, I’d have to be calling in all sorts of-“You sighed, and laid another fifty gram tile on the desk, like a heavy card.“…I mean, look, it’s hard to-“You retrieved another bar, and laid it on top of the second, before pushing it forward slightly. “…I’ll see what I can do.” The clerk muttered in defeat, but nonetheless licking his lips.(-3 gold, 95 gold remaining)>I’m pleased we could work out an agreement. I’m sure it doesn’t need to be asked where this came from?>I would like to remind you that I help those who help me. Name your price for anything, and I can match it in the future. Do you need any more motivation for this current request?>I’d better see what I want when I need it, else the wrong people will hear about it. Am I clear?>Other>>1593897>>1593913>close secondIn the game of waifus you win or you're a cuck.
>>1593983>I’m pleased we could work out an agreement. I’m sure it doesn’t need to be asked where this came from?>I’d better see what I want when I need it, else the wrong people will hear about it. Am I clear?We just slapped 3 bars of gold on the table. Clerky needs to know we mean serious bizniz
>>1594029Seconded.>>1593983You got me there.
“I’m pleased we would work out an agreement.” You smiled innocently at him, though his reaction was more that of somebody looking at him like they were about to bite him. “I’m sure it doesn’t need to be asked where this came from?”“Nope,” the clerk said hurriedly, “No questions, no answers, just what’s here right now.”“Good.” You locked the case back up and pulled it back off. “However, I’d better see what I want when I need it, in a couple of hours or so, or else the wrong people will hear about it. Am I clear?”The clerk pulled at his collar. “O-of course.” He knew well enough that nobody slung gold about unless they were serious about their business.“Excellent. Now,” you leaned forward on the counter, “Just to get things over with, I’d like to get my shell sooner than any of the other items…”
Thankfully, it seemed that whomever had been mistakenly allocated the shell had recognized it as nonstandard. It was a simple matter of taking out of the ammunition depot, where the dangerous weapon had been stashed in a dusty corner to be forgotten.Carrying a shell around out and about would be absurd; not to mention unsafe. You received a large wooden case to transport it in, which was promptly loaded by teamsters into the car you were borrowing. With a quick thanks, you went off to where you were to meet the other vagabonds taking part in your misadventure.Whom you did not expect to arrive first was the familiar, decorated face of the Riverman.He approached you openly, apparently comfortable with his appearance as one of the city’s many mystics here.“You’re here earlier than I thought you would be…” You mused.“There were no poison weapons in use at Koudestroom.” The Riverman declared.“There weren’t?” you repeated, confused.“A sort of vapor was used,” the Riverman held up a piece of debris that was stained red by some substance, “but it was not what you said it would be.”“Would you put that down!?” you slapped the piece of debris out of his hand, taking care to only hit his hand. “Not every gas works right away! That could be contaminated with Phosgene, or some other horrible substance.”“It is not poisonous.” The Riverman said again, “This is some sort of dye, a food coloring, to be exact.”“If you came to ask me why we were shelling a town with food coloring, you’ve got me beat.”“I cannot think of why they did it either,” the Riverman held up a pair of copper plated bullets, “but when I arrived there, there were strange men dressed in black suits. They responded in a rather hostile manner to me, and I was forced to retreat.”“I thought you were tougher than that.” You smirked.“Few men, even ones such as myself, can handle a dozen armed men.” The Rivermen retorted, “I had hoped you would know what…what is that you have in the automobile?”The soulbinder walker past you and peered at the wooden box, before throwing off the lid.“Hey! I didn’t say you could touch that!” you shoved him away, but he stared at the Hellfire shell.“What are you doing with a Core?” he asked, with befuddlement dripping from every syllable. >What’s a core?>None of your business. Pretend you never saw it. I’m more interested in these men in black.>A present from my wife. She has an unladylike taste in gifts, but it suits me fine.>Other
>>1594323I don't want him to know our wife has such things as this. He'll come after her and won't leave us alone.
>>1594323>>None of your business. Pretend you never saw it. I’m more interested in these men in black.>>1594340Agreed. Besides, im sure we could ask Maddy about the core when we rescue her. Seems like the less Riverman knows about us the better
>>1594363Alright, supporting this.
>>1594323>You don't seem too thankful for my attempt to warn you about Koudestroom's impending doom, even if it did turn out to be only food coloring, so I don't feel particularly motivated to share any more secrets with you. Unless you have information that would interest me in exchange, I'll be on my way.
>>1594377No, no! I change my vote, I'm supporting this. More information is good.
>>1594377Supporting. Give us secretssssss
>>1594377I'll go with this one.
“You don’t seem too thankful for my attempt to warn you about Koudestroom’s impending dood, even if it was…food coloring as you claim. I don’t feel particularly motivated to share any more secrets with you, unless you have anything I’d be interested in in exchange.”“Do not mistake my negotiation with you for trust, officer of the Archduke,” the Riverman said firmly, “I came to see if you knew anything about this turn of events, and were not merely trying to deceive me…or even, perhaps, attempt to lure me into a trap. If I had not waited until I had calmed myself to approach you, you would have found me as an enemy rather than an observer.”“I didn’t know anything about it other than what I told you,” you said, made irritable by the Riverman’s threatening tone, “I didn’t know it was otherwise until you told me just now. I’m as interested in these men in black that you saw as you are in the thing I have.”“In any case, I doubt that I know anything that could help you now.” The Riverman acted as if you hadn’t said anything at all. “Selgess has made his announcement, and your friend was taken before I even knew the Blood Sun had made their move. There is little you can do, from where I stand, other than follow Selgess’s commands. Our mutual distaste for the Blood Suns would mean that I could inform you on how you could fight him, and his Blood Tide…but the chances of you fighting are remote. They intend to hold you hostage on the other side of the river until reinforcements arrive.”>Say if I did intend to fight him. What then? Because I am.>If only, hm? Well, I suppose we have nothing more to discuess.>You said you worked with the Blood Sun. You might be an arrogant dick, but somehow you don’t seem the type.>Other
>>1594637>"Never thought you were the type to work with the Blood Sun...so, say if I did intend to fight him? What then?"
>>1594637>You said you worked with the Blood Sun. You might be an arrogant dick, but somehow you don’t seem the type.We can't tip him off. he still wants to prevent us invading Valsten even if he does dislike Selgess. Hell for all we know he HELPED them kidnap Maddy and the other Nobles. I smell wizard bullshit antics in this.
>>1594698I do too. Supporting.
>>1594698In fact adding onto this, just how the hell did the Blood Sun know she was our betrothed, or how she was even HERE? Haven't we only been here a few days. He did though, and it's a nice bloodless way to help his nation. I'm onto you Riverman.
>>1594728That...makes sense. Never thought about that.
>>1594637>You're right, the chances of me fighting Selgess now are all but nothing. But you're also right that the Blood Suns are a despicable group of murderers. Why don't you tell me how to fight them anyway, so if I come across them in some other conflict I might be able to foil their less..."peaceful" plans?
You had some suspicions concerning this soulbinder. Not only did he work for the Blood Suns, but he had a history of pursuing Maddalyn; and now the Blood Suns held Maddalyn captive. This would have been a rather large coincidence, you thought to yourself.“You said you worked with the Blood Sun,” you said carefully, keeping your cards close, “You might be an arrogant dick, but somehow you don’t seem the type.”“It wasn’t out of appreciation for their character,” the Riverman snapped defensively, “They had something I wanted, and I exchanged my services for said item.”“Said services and item being?”“I would like to know why you have that core, if you wish to know that.”“Nah.” You blew off the Riverman’s prompt, “I don’t care that much about your personal life. Something has been bugging me, though,” you stepped closer to the Riverman, looking into his eyes. Knowing that Poltergeist’s weave gave you a certain confidence. “The kidnapped girl; Maddalyn Von Blum, and I, we haven’t been here for very long. Scantly two days, in fact. How on earth did the Blood Sun find out she was here?”The Riverman thought for a moment, then answered you. “They were informed through…certain means. I do not know how.”Bull shit you don’t know how, you thought. “Do you know who I am?” you asked him.“Considering the way the lady acted around you,” the Riverman said calmly, “You are presumably one of her brothers, a Von Blum, yourself.”You laughed to yourself. “Guess again. Maddalyn Von Blum is my fiancée.”The Riverman blinked at you. “She does not look of age to be married, but I suppose the degeneracy of Strossvald’s nobility knows no bounds.”“Oh for God’s sake,” you spat, “She’s older than I am, she isn’t a child. Actually, I don’t know why I’m justifying myself to the likes of you.”“I suppose you were going to ask if Selgess had any personal vendettas against you in particular,” the Riverman murmured dully, “To which I will say, no. He does not even know you exist. Maddalyn Von Blum’s importance came from her status as a territorial lord’s daughter, and the fact that she was here. To think that your presence had any influence would be to grossly overrate yourself.”That stung slightly, even if it was most likely accurate. However, even if you had nothing to do with it, the Riverman’s claim of how the Blood Sun came to know of Maddalyn’s presence was too suspect for you to trust. Then again, if he didn’t know something as basic as Maddalyn’s age, or whom her family members were, could he have really known who Maddalyn was when he first noticed the two of you, anyways?There was a missing piece here, and you couldn’t think of where to find it. Perhaps, if you could somehow get at Maddalyn’s kidnappers…
You reminded yourself to have Hilda show you where Maddalyn had been abducted. Following any blood trail could present some answers.“If you say so.” You said, feigning satisfaction, “You are correct, that we probably won’t be fighting the Blood Sun any time soon. However, they are also a band of violent mercenaries. They could be fighting in the future, could they not?”“They could, it is possible.”“So how about you tell me a few things anyways?”“I have not forgotten that you have a core, you know.” The Riverman said darkly, “I will not betray any of my own secrets until you tell me something that I am interested in.”“Lieutenant.” Hilda appeared from across the road, hands in her pockets. Her old clothing was gone, replaced with better fitting apparel, although her top was of a different sort- apparently, the surgeon had thought Hilda’s original wear not modest enough. “I was told to find you here.”The Riverman turned to Hilda. “You again?” he looked back to you, then to her. “What are you doing here?”“Hey,” Hilda said without inflection, “I know my face isn’t much to look at, but I’m not going to answer questions directed at my boobs.”“Yes, don’t be rude to the woman,” you joined in dogpiling on the Riverman.“That woman’s eyes are disconcerting to look at,” he muttered to you, “As if they have Earth Tears, but they do not…when such things look at us eye to eye, the feeling is…uncomfortable.”>Perhaps you’d be interested in some other information (Clear with Hilda first)>The core, then? I promise I’ll tell you about it if you tell me how to fight Selgess.>Good for you, you don’t have to be here anymore. I have to attend to some business…without you, and with this woman. (Investigate the trail)>Sounds like a lie for the sake of being a pervert. I hear women dress less modestly in Valsten, but that isn’t an invitation for your gaze to wander all of the time, you pig.>Other
>>1595585>Good for you, you don’t have to be here anymore. I have to attend to some business…without you, and with this woman. (Investigate the trail)
>>1595585>Perhaps you’d be interested in some other information (Clear with Hilda first)
>>1595585>Perhaps you’d be interested in some other information (Clear with Hilda first)If we ever want to use the core against him best not to tell him about it. It does give us options if we can somehow lure him to investigate it in the future and cause it to blow up in his face.It's risky to tell him the identity of the Sniper but if Hilda explains her reasoning behind it then perhaps we can both educate the impotent fop that not everything is black/white and find out what we want to know about the Blood Sun.Clearly it wasn't the Riverman who sold us out. OR WAS IT? He's clearly suffering from disassociative neurological disorders that have given him a split personality! I'M ONTO YOUR EVILER TWIN: STREAMGIRL.
>>1595773So, where in the hell is Brookboy? He's hiding somewhere...
>>1595585>>Good for you, you don’t have to be here anymore. I have to attend to some business…without you, and with this woman. (Investigate the trail)
>>1595585>Good for you, you don’t have to be here anymore. I have to attend to some business…without you, and with this woman. (Investigate the trail)Selgess has a tank. We probably can figure out how to fight a tank on our own
Would the Riverman have been interested in knowing the identity of the New Moon Sniper, who was standing before both of you? He did say that he had ceased pursuing Hilda’s secret identity, now that open warfare had broken out. If he was not telling the truth about how he felt about this matter, though, it could put Hilda in serious risk. Was what he knew really worth risking Hilda’s health?You decided that it was not.“Good for you,” you said in response to the Riverman’s bitching, “you don’t have to endure it. Any business we had is done for now. I have to go and investigate something with this woman.”The Riverman narrowed his eyes. “Very well, then. Have luck in your…investigation.”Hilda watched the Riverman walk, rather than flit, away. “You want to look for clues, then.”“I would have done it sooner, but my schedule filled up rather quickly.”“I know.” Hilda said with something that would be approaching sarcasm if it wasn’t so monotone. “It’s nice to know I’m high on your list of priorities.” She let herself into the car, “I’ll show you where I last saw them. It’s hard to miss, with the blood splattered all over the place.”
You drove, rather slowly, through the city, until Hilda grabbed your shoulder and pointed.“Down there.” She pointed to a dim alleyway between dusty, ashen old buildings; one of many passages behind derelict architecture around here.“Rather spooky around here,” you stopped the car and got out, squinting down the grey and black cobble path. “What was Maddalyn doing walking down here?”“The size of the city makes it seem safer than it is,” Hilda followed you, then stepped ahead, “There aren’t many homeless or criminals, since people are paid just to live around the place and put life back into it. The only reason people avoid this place here is because it’s haunted; if she wanted to go to the Aid Camp or wherever, she could just go straight through here for the most direct way.”You saw a trail of blood at the end of the alley. Hilda stopped behind a few abandoned barrels, and turned towards the wall.“There’s some of me,” she pointed at a smear of blood on the ground behind the barrels. You knelt down, recalling your days of pursuing wounded animals. The freshness of the blood would tell you how long it had been since it had been spilled. It was dark, sticky; it couldn’t have been older than-“What are you doing.” Hilda stared at you as you prodded her blood with an outstretched finger.“I’m…seeing how long this has been here.”“You could have just asked me.” Hilda said, not taking her judging eyes off of you.“How long ago was it…” You asked with defeat.“About an hour and a half ago, maybe two.” Hilda said.That would have put you just across the bridge at the time. You began to follow the trail of blood the kidnappers had left- the shape of some of the trail indicated that one had suffered the wound on his leg, close to his foot; walking would have been quite painful, but he had done so anyways. It had been accompanying a much smaller trail of blood, but about two blocks down, the two trails had split.One seemed to go east, towards the shore, while the other went south, towards the front. The east heading one was the one that had been bleeding more; presumably their plan would have been to avoid the front to the south, and to go down the river to a quieter place. Who knows what the south heading one would have been thinking.>Follow the eastwards one first.>Follow the southwards trail.>Other actions?
>>1598408Eastward we go.
>>1598408Split up like in scooby doo
>>1598408>Follow the southwards trail.I will defer to eastward if no one else votes for south.My reasoning is that whoever had to capacity to fake a telegram while also learning about Maddy may also be pretending to be with the army or they have a way across the bridge to get back faster. Also the bleeder may have split off to get healed while leaving Maddy to the healthier one.
“The trail splits here,” you stated to Hilda, “So I’ll take the trail going south. You take the one going east, towards the river. We’ll meet back up here after we reach where they end, or once they lead out of the city.”Hilda nodded and began to follow the blood that went east, and you both parted ways.After about a hundred meters or so, the blood trail went cold. You sagged, disappointed, when you noticed a splotch of deep, black matter.It could have been mere oil, you thought, but you had the suspicion of it being something else. You touched it, and brought it to your nose…It smelled of blood, something else that was unfamiliar but deeply unsettling, and just below all of that, the scent of Maddalyn’s perfume, oddly strong; far more than you were aware of her wearing. You assumed that, while the kidnapper was tending to his wounds, Maddalyn must have partially wriggled free of her bonds, and gouged her eye, unable to free her feet.That would have been quite noticeable, however, and apparently the kidnapper agreed; there was no continuing trail of black matter other than the initial splatter. He must have rebound her and put a stop to that particular nastiness.Although, it seemed as though the trail went cold here. At least, as far as your eyes could perceive.>There must be something else (Write in)>Give up and go back; there’s nothing else here.
>>1599155Will the Hungry Darkness we have in a can be able to sniff her out? Only thing I can think of.
>>1599217If we can, I vote for this.
>>1599217>>1599229While you could try, I'd keep in mind that there are spirit predators about, and that if this place really is haunted, there might be things that would excite it more than eye goo.So it could work, or it might be a risk, or it might just hide.Also, you don't really know exactly how these things sense, but you do have a decent enough idea of its nature to conclude that it probably doesn't have a nose, and would be following eye goo; something that are far as you can see is only in one spot.
>>1599237>>Give up and go back; there’s nothing else here.Alright then, let's see what Hilda found.
>>1599155Maybe she tried leaving a trail of her perfume behind and that's why it smells so strongly? Try smelling the ground and seeing if we can smell her perfume in more places.
>>1599321I change my vote to this
It couldn’t have been coincidence that you smelled Maddalyn’s perfume under all that; nobody, not even girls with bizarre methods of seeing, put perfume in their eyes.Now that you knew what you were looking…well, sniffing for, it was a simple matter to hover off the ground. The scent was quite strong; enough for you, thankfully, to not keep your nose to the ground at all times; you just squatted down every so often.Sometimes you had to retrace your steps to get a whiff of the perfume again; you were thankful that this part of town was abandoned, else you would have to suffer becoming the next local legend, of the Crab Man.You were thinking about whether you would have to join the likes of the Riverman, Stream Girl, and….and, you don’t know, Brook Boy? Such nonsense was keeping you occupied when you suddenly happened upon an empty lot.“A ha!” you exclaimed in satisfaction, rushing in. On the ground were the telltale signs of tire tracks. “I knew it!”Of course, this didn’t actually put you any closer to Maddalyn, but it did tell you more about what had happened. You could tell at a glance that the tracks, judging by their depth and the sort of tread, were Handelwagen 2-tons. Handelwagen, being a Nauklander company, used different sorts of tires than most of Strossvald’s wheeled fleet of vehicles; to an experienced hunter and stalker as yourself, telling the difference between those and any other automobile’s tread was child’s play.As soon as you stopped feeling satisfied with yourself, you thought about what to do next.>Look around the site for something in particular (Write in)>Go back to Hilda and bring her here.>There probably isn’t too much to find here that could help you; meet up with Hilda and return to the rendezvous point for the future operation.
>>1599529>Look around the site for something in particular Let's see where the tracks lead.
>>1599562Supporting, afterwards collect Hilda and lets get our Heroic Charge ready.
>>1599529>Look around the site for something in particular Hopefully this isn't slowing us down.
>>1599529Why are we doing all this? Maddy is already in Selgess' hands. We know where he is without tracking.
>>1600044It's our duty to follow every possible lead. They wouldn't have had time to leave the country with her yet so she might still be nearby.
>>1600587She is nearby. With Selgess, just over the frontline.
Hey guys, hate to say it but I won't be running today. I'll be back around at Friday at what's supposed to be the standard time of 3PM EST>>1600044Well, yes, you already know where she is, sort of.The goal is more the how and who.
>>1601348s'cool. As long as we get to joust Selgess on top of our tank I'm down for anything.
>>1601384Do we have a sword? Can we demand Malachi to drive us closer so we can hit Selgess with it?
WOW LATE AS USUAL TO THE SURPRISE OF NOBODYYou didn’t really have time concerns; really, you were waiting for everyone else to finish their tasks. Selgess’s deadline wouldn’t be reached for a few more hours.You only followed the tracks of the truck far enough to make sure they were going south; it was pretty obvious that it would have gone over the bridge, in any case. The Blood Suns certainly weren’t anywhere else.A brief look about the site, searching for nothing in particular, revealed just that. Slightly dissatisfied, you retraced your steps to the place where you and Hilda split up, and found her waiting there.“No luck.” She preempted your question, “Just led into one of the ruins here and stopped. Probably stopped the bleeding and left to who knows where.”“That’s fine,” you dismissed Hilda’s concern, “They took a truck south. I found the place where they were keeping it.”“The creeps weren’t uniformed, you know.” Hilda said, “Wouldn’t that stand out when driving an army truck.”“A hand off to disguised conspirators, I guess.” You shrugged, “It won’t matter once we go over that bridge anyways. Let’s head back.”-----You got back to the assembly point, and had to wait a while before your fellow rogues-to-be began to trickle in.First came Von Metzeler and Krause with a new m/32-47.“Good work,” you told them as they disembarked, “…How did you get it?”“It had a slight malfunction,” Von Metzeler said, “One that is a sign of a complete mechanical failure in the near future. We appropriated it to take to rear line maintenance.”“Then after they ate up that little fib we stole it.” Krause smiled, “Didn’t even have to use to toy the creepy guy gave us. He said not to overuse it anyways.”Soon after, another car drove up. It carried two men in dark grey tanker uniforms, and the more typical navy blue and black uniformed figure of what was likely some normal logistics personnel.
“The rest of your request’ll be ready to pick up in an hour or so…” the courier said as the two tank men lumbered out, “If that’s a problem that’s too bad…this already made a mess of red tape as is…or something…”The car screeched off before you had anything to say to the lethargic courier.“So…” you looked over the two crewmen that had been dropped off; part of your parley for whatever you could get from logistics, “You must be the Imperial and the Bandit.”“Sir Dorian Bonne, at your service,” the former Imperial soldier was tall and broad, with a well-groomed beard and moustache. His voice had the slightest hint of Emrean accent that tinged his New Nauk with the patterns of the Northern Reich. He appeared to be at the top of his thirties, and carried himself with the airs of one of well-mannered birth. He bowed deeply to you. “Tch.” The other man sneered at this display, “You won’t be seeing any of that shit from me, your prissiness. ‘ja call me a bandit? Eat me. I was an Iron Hog, best god damn tankers for hire in the wastes. You call Hell Gitt or any of his Hogs bandits and you’d be to be eating your teeth off the floor.”“There is no difference between a Sosaldtian “mercenary” and a filthy, unrepentant bandit who preys upon the weak.” You said, clipping each word as it came out, “The only reason you stand here is because you apparently had a change of heart, something I respect, but will not praise.”“Man,” the tanker you remembered being called Alek Zellt started snickering, “What eastern flower stole your heart or shat in your soup? You’ve got such a stick in your ass about Sosaldt that it’s comical.”
You revealed the two chunks of gold you had prepared to cement these two’s loyalty with. Alek whistled. “You know, I could learn to like you with that attitude. Always liked a bonus up front.”“I cannot,” Dorian respectfully turned away, “A true knight does not accept a reward until it is justly earned.”“Hell, I’ll take it if you don’t want it then.” Alek grasped at air as you held the gold away.“Not so fast.” You said, “You don’t even know what I want you to do yet.”“This isn’t my first time around the block, Lieutenant…whatever.” Alek cocked a mocking eyebrow at you, “You don’t pay people with gold unless you want them to do something they wouldn’t otherwise. Lucky for you that the only thing I want is gold. I don’t need to know anything else.”“Too bad,” you said, wiggling the brick in front of him, “You’re going to sit through my story anyways.”So you told a vastly abridged version of the tale. “That’s certainly some shit in your soup,” Alek observed. “Selgess, though? He’s a fucking chump. My old toon boss would chew up his whole band and spit his ass in the trash.”>You know something about these Blood Suns, and Selgess? Tell me. (Write in questions)>I get the feeling that your self-aggrandizement is not justified. Now that you know the deal, I trust that you will be unquestionably obeying my commands, in return for generous reward?>Other>>1601659>Do we have a sword?You have an officer's sword as symbol of your rank. Most would be using a familial heirloom for such things, but since your great-uncle sold the piece to pay off debts...You have been using a mass-produced piece, that while serviceable, is certainly not something to show off if you want to preserve dignity.
>>1604842>I get the feeling that your self-aggrandizement is not justified. Now that you know the deal, I trust that you will be unquestionably obeying my commands, in return for generous reward?> but since your great-uncle sold the piece to pay off debts...Petty nobility, man.........
>>1604842>You know something about these Blood Suns, and Selgess? Tell me.>I've heard they have to many landships and not enough destroyer turrets to go around. Any thoughts on whether this one is special?>Any vulnerabilities I should know about? Weak transmission, overloaded engine, cooling issues, weak spots in the armor?>Selgess himself, is he really that much of a romantic?>What's his experience as a tanker?>Are his men likely to help him in a duel?>Will they try to take revenge if he's taken out?
>>1604842>You know something about these Blood Suns, and Selgess? Tell me.Service history, Tactics, SOPs? Anything that'll help us predict the way they'll fight.Ask about what Selgess is like too, we're gona have to taunt him into fighting us after all.
“You know something about these Blood Suns, and Selgess?” you asked, taken aback. “Tell me.”“Ask away,” Alek held his hands out, “Gold for my thoughts, though.”You tossed him the brick, which he bit before pocketing. “Mm. Right, what do you want to know? Other than what it’s like to work with him, Iron Hogs didn’t go south ‘cept to knock fools about.”“The landships they have…” you started, “Called the Red Tides, I believe. What do you know about them?”“Selgess’s got one of those?” Alek crooked an eyebrow again and peered at you, angled down, “Okay, first off, there’s only one Red Tide. It’s the Blood Sun’s pride and joy. It ain’t something they’d trust a clown like Selgess the Shitling with.”“So the only one is over the bridge?”“Hell if I know,” Alek shrugged, “Anyways, you gotta realize how the Blood Suns operate. The Red Tide looks real impressive on paper, and when it’s right in front of you, sure, it’s big and bad…”“Weak transmission? Overloaded engine? Cooling issues, weak spots in the armor?” you prompted.“Cool it, I’m getting to that.” Alek protested, “Anyways, you’re right. The thing’s way, way too big for its own good as it was originally built, and the modifications the Blood Suns made only made it bigger. Everybody talks a bit game about the ship gun turret up top, so much that they forget that it was made wider. The tracks got bigger. They shoved another engine in it. It’s no joke in a battle, but the thing’s such a pain in the ass to even get anywhere, you can’t put it over a lot of bridges for example, that they only break it out when they need something scary enough to make the other guys not even want to fight. The only times it’s supposed to have even fired its weapons were when it was basically knocking towns to pieces. They’ve never brought it out against other tanks, for example. Every other time it’s come out, whoever they’re against has either run away or surrendered.”
“That wasn’t really my question…” you said, but Alek talked over you.“You have to see the big picture here, golden boy. They don’t bring the thing out to fight. They bring it out to show how big their balls are and why you ought to just lay down your arms. Every time it’s rolled out, they’re expecting to not have to actually use it. Get me?”“I get you.” You nodded. “What if they did want to use it, though?”“See how misty it’s getting?” Alek pointed out the weather, “Visibility will be way down. Ship guns aren’t well known for their ability to depress. Get close enough, and he won’t be able to aim down far enough to hit you with it.”“I see.”“Also, the tracks. The original vehicle it’s built on had a fixed gun. Take out its ability to turn, and you’ve halved its firepower. There’s no way the ship gun’s turning fast either; you can run a circle around it. As for armor…tough luck. You aren’t getting through that with anything less than a howitzer. That thing was built to take on the Ellowian’s hard bunkers; your dinky little tanks won’t scratch the Red Tide’s paint if you go for the front.”“Right, enough about the tank,” you said, “Tell me about Selgess himself. I hear he’s a romantic.”“Certainly not when it comes to women,” Alek laughed nervously, “He makes pirates look like gentlemen. No, he’s obsessed with duels. Challenges. Anything with drama to it; a big story behind the fight going on. ‘S why he’s such a crap mercenary; can’t put his heart into it just for the money.”“What about his experience? His history?”“Dunno much about that.” Alek said with little concern, “Just one fight, when the Iron Hogs went down to break apart the Blood Suns trying to get a big town to bend the knee to one of the Walled Cities. I was there, Selgess was there. Selgess’s guys got scattered with the dust when he my toon boss dove into his boys. Selgess himself’s a fighter, for sure, but his guys all picked up and left when his tank got hit. Hear the setup they have is to all go home and figure out who’s king after their big guy goes down. Unfortunately for them Selgess followed them home.”“He wasn’t in the Red Tide?” you asked.“Hell no.” Alek spat, “The Blood Sun are big. They aren’t going to let some nobody like Selgess was back then near their steel baby.”“But it was there, wasn’t it?”“Naw. Hell was pissed that the Blood Sun didn’t try and fight his tanks with it, either. He had a whole scheme for taking it down, and they just took off with the thing.”“So that’s where your theory about them just having it for show comes from.”
“Pre-cisely. Not that they’ve never fought with it, but a lot of the time? They’re awfully picky about what they do with it besides parade it around. It also shows up in a lot more places than it should, but hey. The thing’s a pig, but it isn’t slow, from what I hear.”“So how do the Blood Sun fight?” you asked.“Blood Sun fight good. Almost as good as the Iron Hogs.” Alek put a finger in his palm, “That’s only their core, though. Selgess is some bandit king who’s sworn fealty to them. He’s budget Blood Sun. So they fight like bandits who can afford a boatload of tanks do. Go forward and smash; not like their usual competition can take them on without any cannons or tanks anyways. They’re not too clever, but they fight hard and they fight good. Have to, in order to survive.”That was somewhat of a relief. You could probably outthink Selgess the Skull and his men, even if the firepower disparity was not ideal.“He’ll come out and fight us though, right?” you asked him, “Instead of retreating or hiding behind all his men.”“Oh, hell yes he will.” Alek grinned, “You kidding me? This shit needs to be on the silver screen with popcorn. It’s too dramatic for him to possibly pass up. Even if he wasn’t the sort, he’s a king. If he doesn’t make like he’s got big nuts in front of his guys, he’ll look weak and somebody will try taking his title from him. He doesn’t have a goddamn choice. He’ll probably take you on with some of his guys, but that’s only if you bring all your guys, like you’re saying you’ll do.”Reassuring.“Of course, since you’re going after your fiancée…well, to put it bluntly, even though he’d be blowing off any ransom doing this, after Selgess kills you he’s taking your widow home and plowing her. So a little motivation for you.”“I was already motivated to not die.” You muttered bitterly.“I’m just saying. He’s a fan of real old traditions, even before Nauk, where you don’t stick it in another man’s woman unless you killed him. So don’t worry about it, all you have to do is kill Selgess instead and there’ll be nothing to worry about for your sweetie.”“I really needed that, you know.” You said hotly, “Getting back to business, won’t his men be pissed after I kill Selgess? I do need to follow them home, after all. Hard to do if I have to kill them all.”“Nah. They’ll be gone.” Alek answered, “They’ll put their contract on hold and head straight back to Sosaldt, to their town where they get all their taxes and recruits from, their little castle, and figure out who’s the new big boss. Easy as pie.”>Anything else?>Thank you, that’ll be all. All there is to do now is wait.>I’d like to know a bit about you two, now. Since we’re all going into this foolhardy task together (write in)>Other
>>1604992>Thank you, that’ll be all. All there is to do now is wait.
>>1604992>>Thank you, that’ll be all. All there is to do now is wait.
>>1604988>Hell was pissed that the Blood Sun didn't try and fight his tank.Hold up. Heller von Tracht?
“You were talking about somebody named Hell, though?” you asked, “As in…Heller Von Tracht?”“What? No.” Alek looked surprised, “Helmut Gitt. Hell Gitt for short.”“Ah.” You felt disappointed with that answer, though still suspicious. How many people called themselves Hell, anyways? “Where did he come from?”“Nobody knew except ol’ Schweinmann.” Alek said, “His accent was Strossvalder, though. Never thought to hide the way he talked.”A mere possibility, but a possibility nevertheless. “Thank you, that’ll be all.” You went over to your car and leaned against it, “Now all there is to do is wait.”Soon, your platoon had come to the assembly point, plus an m/28-25.“Where did this come from?” you walked around it.“Replacement for the tank we lost,” Von Neubaum popped out from inside, “We’re overflowing a bit on armor, aren’t we.”You shrugged and made a noncommittal noise. If things went poorly, you’d at least have even more reserves, you supposed.More time passed, and Captain Honnrieg and two teams of raiders arrived, along with the things you asked them to requisition.“How long do we have til we go?” Honnrieg jumped off the PzA-19, “I’d rather not have the guys we borrowed these from getting curious with us still around here.”“Just until we can pick up our supplies from the depot, then we can go any time.” You checked your watch. “Actually, we can just head over now. They’ll be ready soon, and we’ll be waiting.”-----It had been a simple job of picking up everything; no awkward questions were asked. The teamsters merely silently loaded what was needed onto the trucks, and you were off before you knew it.You were glad to be back inside your tank, soon enough, carting the Hellfire shell with you.“Back up to two, then?” Stein asked.“We’ll see,” you said to him, slotting the shell into the ready rack beside the other one, “I’ve been getting conflicting information about this foe we’re about to fight. He might be serious business, he might be nothing. I’ll be ready for either one though."There was two hours until Selgess’s deadline. The Shade had advised you to move out at least an hour before. Although you were ready now, the mist was beginning to turn into fog. If you waited another hour, it would probably become quite thick. The fighting would be close; did you want that?>Move out now. The fog will only hinder operations against lighter vehicles that can be dealt with from a range.>Wait for the fog to come in. It will help against the heavy vehicles expected if you are able to get in close.>Other
>>1605182>Wait for the fog to come in. It will help against the heavy vehicles expected if you are able to get in close.
>>1605182>>Wait for the fog to come in. It will help against the heavy vehicles expected if you are able to get in close.
>>1605182>Wait for the fog to come in. It will help against the heavy vehicles expected if you are able to get in close.I doubt with the numbers they have that fog would be good for them. More likely they shoot each other by accident or just endlessly crash into one another.Alek said they were "budget" and the small tanks are fodder. Do most of their tanks even have radios or fog lights?
You decided it best to wait until the fog came in. You weren’t concerned about the small fry; your 13mms and 2.5 cm guns would handle them easily. Anything heavier would have to be dealt with up close and personal. Especially the Red Tide; you still weren’t sure if the Intelligence Office, who said that there were multiples of this tank, or if Alek, who claimed there was only one, was the correct one, but you weren’t going to take a chance on that. The fog would obscure Selgess’s ability to blast at you with it until you were too close to target with it.The fog had gotten nice and thick when your watch ticked over 9:30 AM. It was time to do this thing.You had tried to get out all the anxiety while waiting, and failed, but once you were back inside the tank it felt as if your mind had been cleared. All of the mist inside was now outside. Your world was now the platoon.Well, and its additional assets.It was about time to embark upon this crusade. >Current platoon information updated>Any rearrangements of vehicle loading should be made now. The m/32-47 has been placed in reserves; as requested by an earlier post, but if you aren’t confident and want more firepower up front, with the risk of it being damaged, then say so.>No changes need be made>Other concerns?
>>1605308>No changes need be madeSHOVE OFF
>>1605308Looks good, let's go.
>>1605308Tanks are meant to be used, give the 47 to Metzeler and his 37 to krause.
>>1605308>No changes need be madeHit it.>Other concerns?Plenty but maybe the enemy will surrender.
>>1605308Ask Metzeler if he wants to trade up to the m/32-47. Might as well try to maximize firepower if were going to be using the entire squad in this engagement. And if he does agree, we can shuffle his tank over to one of the m28-25 crews that want to use it.Otherwise I cant think of anything that needs to be changed.Honnreigs men wont be engaged right? The fog is to thick for them to be using AT Rifles, and having them sneak around in low visibility could be suicidal.
>>1605359>Honnreigs men wont be engaged right? The fog is to thick for them to be using AT Rifles, and having them sneak around in low visibility could be suicidal.Unless stated otherwise, they along with the other non-combat or non-crewed platoon possessions will be behind the formation, out of range of battle.
You quickly had Von Metzeler exchange his 37 for a 47, and gave the 37 to Krause. That would leave Von Igel as the sole officer with a smaller tank, but you had a bad feeling he wouldn’t be alone in that for long, anyways.Now would have been the time for a speech, but, you couldn’t really think of one.“Gentlemen,” you said over the net, “I don’t know what we’ll encounter, but I can say with confidence, that when we arrive at the end of it all, we’ll either be Strossvald’s most valiant sons, or the luckiest idiots this side of Sosalia. 5th Platoon, Bat Company, forward!”That was that message taken care of. Now for the other.“Captain Schwartzholdt,” you addressed company command, “I’m afraid that I am about to desert. I cannot hand in my resignation in person, so just trust that I won’t be fighting with you for a long time.”“Lieutenant Von Tracht?” came the dumbfounded response, “Is this some sort of joke? Desertion is treason! This is not a matter to abuse in some poor attempt at humor, especially not in these times!”“No joke, Captain,” you said mournfully, “That Selgess the Skull bastard across the river kidnapped my fiancée, and I can’t just let him get away with that. I’m going over to show him what happens when you toy with a noble lord of Strossvald. Von Tracht, out.”You then told Hans to switch the radio to platoon once more.“Boss…” Hans squinted back at you, “Shouldn’t we have waited until we were over the bridge for that?”“When Selgess calls up command about our mad run, he has to receive an immediate response that we’re a bunch of deserters. If there’s even a hint that we’re still affiliated with Strossvald, we risk the hostages that he’s holding.” You explained, “We’ll just have to hope that the current circumstances have kept the security on the bridge light.”The bridge was indeed only staffed lightly, and when you arrived, they were unprepared for you to burst through their checkpoint. You didn’t stick around to hear their awestruck exclamations; you charged through with your platoon and convoy both.
The fog was thick, and pale. You couldn’t see the end of the bridge through it; you could only continue onward, knowing that the other side would be reached so long as you simply moved forward.You felt a slight bump as you moved off of the bridge, back into Valsten; you also saw shapes in the fog, scarcely fifty meters away. One man appeared turned out of his turret, in the center of the three-tank formation.“Open radio comms on the net,” Hans informed you.“Send it through.”“Oy, bastard,” came the crackle of a voice with an eastern twang, “What do you think you’re doing? You the stupid bastards Boss said was deserting? Turn about and piss off, I’m not letting Selgess at cock rot like you if I can help it. Weehh, my wife got kidnapped and that makes me mad! Feck off. You’ve got hands for a reason.”>I will let you and your friends go unharmed, as long as Selgess the Skull comes before me. I challenge him to a duel. Tank on tank. His in his Red Tide, mine in this.>Get out of my way. I’m interested in your leader, not you. If you don’t turn around this instant, you die.>[Open Fire] (Note that you are in 13mm and Machine Gun range)>Other
>>1605428>I will let you and your friends go unharmed, as long as Selgess the Skull comes before me. I challenge him to a duel. Tank on tank. His in his Red Tide, mine in this.
>>1605428>Get out of my way. I’m interested in your leader, not you. If you don’t turn around this instant, you die.>[Open Fire] (Note that you are in 13mm and Machine Gun range)They won't care about honor and already said they'd rather fight. Saying it over the radio will help reinforce our intent. It will also make it harder for Selgess to say no to the duel if a whole bunch of his men are dead because of his kidnapping.Broadcast and open fire at the same time. We stop for no Sun here.
>>1605428>>[Open Fire] (Note that you are in 13mm and Machine Gun range) Light em up,Were in a column formation right? We target the one directly infront with both cannon and mg, their commander is turn out and at this range we might even penetrate the cupola hatch with mg. It dosnt look like their are any additional tanks here, so might as well double tap them with our ace loader ability.Once we finish firing on the center tank, traverse turret and light up the right tank and snapshot if possible.The left tank is facing the wrong way so our second tank should engage it before it can bring its assault gun to bear.Our #3 tank should target the right tank if we fail to destroy it.All the while continue forward, breakthrough this bridge and when were clear of the smoking hulks broadcast in the open that anyone else who gets in our way will get the same treatment and publicly challenge Selgess.
>>1605476>Were in a column formation right?Probably should have asked that first shouldn't I...I'll let you retroactively state your formation if you want. You were coming in looking for a fight, after all.
>>1605489Unless anyone else wants to be in an armored wedge or other formation, I'm fine with column, were trying to breakthrough the bridge chokepoint as fast as possible, once we clear the bridge we can transition into a wedge or other formation with greater width.
>>1605513Well nothing wrong with a double colum formation
>>1605520Both m/32-47's up front followed by the m/32-37's?
I'll say you were in a double column, with 1, 3, and 5 on the left, and tanks 2 and 4 on the right. As said, 47s in lead.Additionally, go ahead and state where you want to shoot when going to fire. It dictates where the deviation center is.As a reminder, you are at quite close range, and the bow 13mm machine gun uses the same caliber as anti-tank rifles. This means that these rather light looking tanks may be vulnerable, in places if not necessarily on all angles. The turrets, for example, appear to have been up-armored.
>>1605545For our tank: fire our machine gun to rake the turret, maybe we'll hit their commander.I am less confident about giving the other tanks targets, we have to stop to fire correct? We should keep moving to let all tanks off the bridge before main cannons, one fouled tank could trap the rest of the column.
>>1605545Im at work so no paint tools.Primary gun center mass where that flat plate is, at this range anything that hits it would probably over penetrate and cause quite a messy vacuum effect.I cant remember if our tanks are equipped with both hull mg and coaxial but just spray it all over. Maximum damage before traverse turret to engage that assault gun. Spray it down aswell before we can get our main gun up.
“Get out of the way this instant, or die.” You commanded over the open net, “I only care what you have to say if you’re Selgess. You aren’t Selgess; you’re a corpse.”You switched back to platoon. “Exterminate these vermin.” Then to intercome, “All crew, open fire on the center one. All guns.”>Roll for deviation; 2d2 and 2d100>Modifier: Extremely close range. All deviation is quartered; you’d have to really mess up in order to miss if you’re this close.>>1605561>we have to stop to fire correct? The guns aren't stabilized (nor is there anything like a tank gun stabilizer in the world yet anyways), so firing on the move carries an enormous penalty to hit. You can still try, but even this close it's really not a certain affair.
Rolled 2, 2 = 4 (2d2)>>1605669
Rolled 71, 60 = 131 (2d100)>>1605669>>1605680
Rolled 17, 3 = 20 (2d100)>>1605669
Rolled 1, 1 = 2 (2d2)>>1605669
Rolled 3 (1d100)For other shot...
You didn’t wait for any response. A mere second after you had given your ultimatum, all of the front tanks had opened fire.The turned out trash talker was ripped to bloody shreds by 13mm fire, as the 4.7cm shell fired by Stein cracked open the front plate. The tank to the right was holed with a deluge of 13mm fire from Von Metzeler; the cannon shot wrenching apart the front of the turret and bending part of the mantlet of the gun.The leftmost, bizarre looking tank was quick to react, and was already turning. It would probably have its gun ready to bear upon you before your own turret could be turned to face it…>Hope to endure the shot, and call out the next location to fire upon with the main gun>Turn to bring the 13mm to bear, even if the 4.7cm suffers in aim (will also have to spend ace loader action to fire it in this case)>Try something risky; move forward and to the side to allow the tank behind you a straight shot as soon as you’re out of the way.>other
>>1605738Move both ours and Metzelers tank forward just enough to let the two tanks behind us focus on the leftmost tank.Stop as soon as it's done so we can fire after.
>>1605738>otherCan we keep going with our tank not exposing our side? Basically pass our turn to move closer. I'd like to minimize our tank's profile to that gun. Even if it means our team can't fire at it direct. Anybody that can pepper is welcome to do so.Of course always:>Hope to endure the shot
>>1605792You can charge forward, sure. It would at least be more difficult to hit a moving target, even if its pivoting was fast enough to catch you.
>>1605792We'll take way less shots if we bothered to use more than half our fighting strength. Better to let them have one shot at us than keep thing at 2v3.
Rolled 93 (1d100)Not so secret roll
“Driver, forward, fast!” you ordered. As the tank roared forward, you got on platoon net. “Second line, make ready to maneuver to fire on the left target!”The tank in front of you was not doing anything. You remembered that T-8s only had a crew of two; you had likely butchered the gunner-commander; the same being the case for the right.The remaining tank turned towards you with a skid, and fired before it was finished turning.You felt the pressure of the howitzer, even ducked inside the cupola as you were; a red hot gale that kept blowing past even as the heavy shell blew apart the road just behind you; a lucky miss from such a big gun.>Continue driving forward; if it has its eye on you, best to keep being a good distraction.>Stop and return fire>Other
>>1605897>Stop and return fireA FUCKINGHOWITZER
>>1605897>>Stop and return fire>howitzerSHOOT IT SHOOT IT SHOOT IT
I guess it's pretty obvious where one would want to shoot this thing so I won't bother asking for specific location.>1 roll of 2d2>up to 3 rolls of 2d100>same rule in effect for close range; deviation halved instead of quartered due to aiming and firing off of a sudden stop.
Rolled 1, 1 = 2 (2d2)>>1606053
Rolled 1, 1 = 2 (2d2)>>1606053Come on baby, daddy needs a new pair of underpants...
Rolled 89, 28 = 117 (2d100)>>1606053Do you take best roll of 3?
Rolled 24, 51 = 75 (2d100)>>1606053
Rolled 10, 76 = 86 (2d100)>>1606053Let's hit.
>>1606099No, average of 3.So that, you know, when you roll something like an 89 you're not instantly boned.
You ordered the tank to come to a halt, but you gunner fires too soon! The shot whistles just above and to the right of your foe’s steel casemate.“Aaaarrrrggh!” Stein shouts in despair, conveniently covering your own identical cursing.>Activate Ace Loader for another shot>Attempt to evade while the rest of your platoon gets a shot on it; hopefully before they reload>Other
>>1606153>Activate Ace Loader for another shotTake two!
No sooner does the shout escape both of your lips than the breach shuts closed again, the spent shell clanging beneath your feet."Agehn." Jorgen urged Stein.>Roll 2d2: first roll is taken>roll 2d100 up to three times, results averaged.Same spot as aimed before I presume. Also, since you're stopped instead of coming to a stop, normal quartered roll applies again.
Rolled 2, 2 = 4 (2d2)>>1606264
Rolled 64, 83 = 147 (2d100)>>1606264
Rolled 69, 80 = 149 (2d100)>>1606264
Rolled 132, 144 = 276 (2d200)>>1606264
>>1606317M8 the rolls are bad enough without you doubling the capacity for failure
>>1606317Does this mean our turret exploded?
Rolled 49, 20 = 69 (2d100)>>1606264Maybe we loaded a cotton candy round or something.
The next shot…The 4.7cm shell bored into the enemy vehicle, devastating the hull as it struck directly between two plates, nearly splitting it in two with the impact.Yes, if this was like any other vehicle of the sort with a howitzer mounted in a casemate up top, it was unlikely that you hit the gun crew…“Turn around!” Hans complained, “Turn so I can shoot the bastard!”The 13mm bow gun had a rather limited range of horizontal traverse. Such as you were right now, you couldn’t effective lay fire on the vehicle with it.This left you in a rather awkward position.>Make yourself a difficult target by moving quickly again; you’d have to hope your platoon could wipe it out.>Turn in place to get at it with the 13mm; its armor was thin, and likely couldn’t take the hits from that at this range.
>>1606464>Make yourself a difficult target by moving quickly again; you’d have to hope your platoon could wipe it out.I think we've put ourselves in front of the HOWITZER long enough.
>>1606464>>Make yourself a difficult target by moving quickly again; you’d have to hope your platoon could wipe it out.
>>1606464>Make yourself a difficult target by moving quickly again; you’d have to hope your platoon could wipe it out.Let them roll this time, at least 3 of them have line of sight right?
Rolled 70, 66, 65, 34 = 235 (4d100)Unimportant numbers
The howitzer roared again. You felt an enormous impact, as if the Judge had swung his hammer straight into the center of your chest. You didn’t remember falling off the seat and landing in a pile with Stein and Jorgen; only that you tore yourself back up, coughing and hacking as dust flew around in the air in a thick cloud.“Are we all up?” you said, not that you could hear yourself; your ears ringing. They stopped ringing just in time for you to hear the successive CLANGs of metal striking metal, following by another explosion so enormous your ears lapsed back into deafness.A hand alighted on your shoulder. Jorgen was rising back up, giving you a thumbs up. You looked around the tank, still stunned, and realized that the vehicle somehow hadn’t taken any damage, so far as you could tell from the inside, at least.The can of Hungry Darkness in your pocket rattled madly.You popped your head back out of the tank to get an idea of what was going on, only to be driven back inside by a hail of shrapnel as a burning wreck in front of you burst once more. Your platoon had apparently utterly destroyed the final vehicle.The first thing that came back into your hearing was the chattering of the 13mm bow gun, and Hans screaming.You came up behind him and shook his shoulder.“We’re done.” You mouthed, not that he could hear you. You shook him harder. “Hans!”With that, he stopped, and slowly turned to you, wide eyed.“I need you to tell the platoon we’re still fine.” You said slowly, “We’re all still fine. Best kind of hit to take.”Hans nodded shallowly, his eyes still flitting back and forth.You looked more carefully through the cupola lenses this time. The howitzer vehicle was slowly petering out and smoldering, thick black smoke dousing the whole battleground; blowing in and around your own vehicle, even, filling your nostrils with the scent of oil and explosives, along with the dust already clogging up the works.“Driver.” You said into the crew intercom, “Malachi, are you still there?”“Blah.” Malachi said back.“I agree.” You sighed heavily. Below you, Stein groggily got back into his position. “Take us back, away from that cookoff. I want to get a read on things without having my head taken off by shrapnel.”The tank began to move back into the formation. Hans had really laid into the center tank; including some more into the bloody corpse up top, which was now more mincemeat than man. There was no way anything was left alive inside; the bandit insignia was completely covered by a thick slick of blood.>Take stock of your platoon; check for any damage>Investigate your tank for damage>Get your crew outside the tank for a breather>Other actions?
>>1606625>Investigate your tank for damageAnd then just go, don't want to be late.
>>1606625>>Investigate your tank for damage
>>1606625>Investigate your tank for damage>Radio for damage report of other tanks
>>1606683I'll go with this.
“Hans.” You said over the intercom, “Check with platoon for any damage. I’m going out to check on the tank.”With that, you jumped out the side door. Sweet, fresh air gave you new energy, and you staggered out front to check on the area where the howitzer shell had struck your vehicle.You weren’t sure how to feel about this.The top layer of armor had been torn apart, leaving a gaping hole. But under that gaping hole…was a plate of what looked like gold, completely covered in little square inscriptions; light shone off of every raised surface, and the deepest black seemed to form inside every indentation.As you were quizzically putting this together in your head, several black pools rapidly condensed, forming monstrous collectives of blank, white eyes.The eyes glittered, looking here and there, before peeping at you.“ΔДЛПДΞЩǁ¥=‡•••―—⁞ДЛПДΞЩ” The abomination whirred at you. You had absolutely no idea what it said, how you heard it, or anything. Just that it said something.After it had said…whatever, it began to pull the steel armor back over itself, methodically.“Boss, I checked up on the others,” Hans had followed you out, “No damage on…huh.” He looked at the same bizarre sight you saw.“You know,” he said, “I don’t know how I feel about this.”Stein had lumbered out with him. “I…don’t want to go back inside the tank, commander.”“If that thing kept us from getting blasted there,” Hans said, his tone an opposite of Stein’s, “I’m getting right back in.”This had been the same tank you had first discovered Maddalyn in, that also had been loaded with Hellfire shells. You had thought that the Hellfire shells had been the extent of Von Blum’s experiments before The Hermit had gone senile; apparently, there was another project that Maddalyn either didn’t know, or, for whatever reason, didn’t tell you, about.>…Yeah, it’s better if we don’t ask any questions.>I’d rather just dump this thing in the river after seeing this, but we’re sort of lacking in tanks to replace it right now. We’ll have to go with…horrible ghost tank, for the near future.>OtherFATE POINTS REDUCED BY 1. FATE POINTS REMAINING: 0/?That's all for tonight. Will return tomorrow at 3PM EST
>>1607068>>…Yeah, it’s better if we don’t ask any questions.
>>1607068>>…Yeah, it’s better if we don’t ask any questions.It's the Maddy tonk, protecting us with its otherworldly powers.
>>1607068We need to get more fate points.
>>1607300Trade the demiphantom to poltergiest for fate points
maybe we should let the hungry darkness into our tank so it can hold it together for us
>>1607068>…Yeah, it’s better if we don’t ask any questions.Try to treat it as a blessing, I guess.
>>1607068>…Yeah, it’s better if we don’t ask any questions.
>>1607068So, it turns out we could've taken Maddy with us relatively safely.
We should all be goops of visera and/or burning alive inside a big hunk of metal on tracks.THANKS GHOST TANK
>>1607068>>…Yeah, it’s better if we don’t ask any questions.Spooky and unsettling but we'll take it
“…Yeah, it’s better if we don’t ask any questions.” You said to your crew, “Load back up. We don’t have time to waste being concerned about a piece of equipment that’s been performing well anyways.”You did wish it would pull the metal back over itself faster, though; you watched it for a few more seconds. It was repairing itself as a healthy pace, but you’d rather have the gold on display for as little time as possible. Its luminescence wasn’t an advantage.Your platoon formed a Battle-Line, with the heaviest tanks in the center, then the 37s, then on the far right Von Igel in his 28.The road split up soon after the bridge, but you knew from looking at maps that there was a town directly ahead, and you would hit it if you simply kept going in the same direction from the bridge. You would be going slightly slower off-road, but it would be a quicker way to the town overall.Selgess was probably in the town; it was an ideal command post, and a likely a convenient place to set up camp, as well. You only hoped that you would run into fewer recalcitrant goons before you encountered the leader of your enemies.A hope, it seemed, was futile.“Lieutenant,” you heard Von Walen call you on the platoon channel, “Bat Company called and said Scarface saw something far, coming from bearing 165. I took a look, looks like four big bastards on the hunt for our asses.”You took a look yourself.Indeed, four grey shapes, too obscured by the still-building fog to really tell what they were.>Call them on the open radio channel, and demand to be brought to Selgess>Wait for them to come closer, so you can identify them better. They probably can’t see you anyways.>Fire upon them. (40 penalty to deviation for heavy obscurence)>Other>>1608002You have the feeling that that armor won't work again the same way, without being given...something. You don't know precisely, but somehow whatever the creature inside said imparted knowledge that in order for it to continue to function as a counteractive force to any incoming projectiles, it requires "something."Said "something" is a complete mystery.
>>1608576>Call them on the open radio channel, and demand to be brought to Selgess
>>1608576>>Call them on the open radio channel, and demand to be brought to SelgessWe were already lucky once. That second tank from the right looks like another howitzer
>>1608576>OtherWait for them to come closer until the deviation is at 20 or so and then focus fire on the two middle tanks.They look like howitzers.
>>1608627>>1608637We littleraly just killed one of their squads, they probably won't respond to us.
>>1608682On the other hand, fights we spend now means we have less to work with when Selgess comes along. Might as well try to call them.
>>1608576>Call them on the open radio channel, and demand to be brought to Selgess>Insinuate that Selgess has sent them like a coward.
“Hans,” you got your radioman’s attention, “Get me on the line with that bunch coming towards us.”It seemed to take some effort, but eventually, you got some fruitful results. As soon as Hans got onto a net with them, you asked him to patch you through.“Who the hell is this?” came the demand of somebody who sounded about as irritable as they were crude. “You’ve got some nerve, bursting over the bridge and smoking our guys. You think you’re worth the boss’s time? You’re dead, buddy.”“They got in our way.” You said, without a care for decorum. “You can avoid their fate if you stop obstructing me from Selgess. Is he such a coward that he will not accept my challenge, and instead sends his men as fodder for the vultures?”“Feh.” The bandit replied, “He’s coming. I don’t think you’re such hot stuff that I’ll just move for you. In fact, if I get you before Selgess gets here, I might have enough feathers in my cap to have a shot at bein’ king once he’s out of the way. See, I’ve got plans for the future. Not like our glorious leader who just wants to live a fuckin’ movie. Nothing personal, you know? But I’m not seeing why I oughta grovel before Lord Fuckwit who’s decided to come over and dick around with the baddest band in the wastes.”The vehicles became slightly more visible as they closed on you; you having stopped, just in case this would be a fight. It appeared to be two of the odd howitzer types from earlier, as well as a pair of tanks that you’d only heard vague things about.T-15s, models from across the ocean, far to the east, from the Caelussian Confederacy, imported to this continent by the Twaryians for their wars against Ellowie. It was a significant development from the T-8, although you had heard that, despite it having a strong 7.5cm gun, it was designed as a support vehicle, and thus armor piercing shells were infamously in rather short supply…but would that assumption be worth risking on counting on in a fight?>The baddest band who go their asses kicked by Hell Gitt, you mean. Get out of my way, trash, or you die. That is my final warning.>The only plans you ought to have for the future are what you want on your headstone. [Open fire] (Obscurence penalty -20)>I don’t know, I’m seeing a mutual benefit here if Selgess…disappears. Why don’t you let me at him, and maybe you’re tough enough that you’ll be top choice for new king?>Other
>>1608762>Other I called it, doesn't matter if we take some damage now we only need one tank to duel with Selgess.Focus fire on the two howitzers with the main guns and pepper the other two tanks with the mgs. Try to shoot both the exposed crewmen.
>>1608762>I don’t know, I’m seeing a mutual benefit here if Selgess…disappears. Why don’t you let me at him, and maybe you’re tough enough that you’ll be top choice for new king?Lets appeal to his greed.
>>1608762>The only plans you ought to have for the future are what you want on your headstone. [Open fire] (Obscurence penalty -20)Don't try to make a deal, this is an open channel and Selgess might be listening. We have to uphold the man's romance.Concentrate fire on the howitzers, aim at the gun casemates.
>>1608762>The baddest band who go their asses kicked by Hell Gitt, you mean. Get out of my way, trash, or you die. That is my final warning.
Rolled 25, 99, 42, 7 = 173 (4d100)You had Hans switch your output to Platoon.“On my mark, concentrate fire on the center two vehicles. Those to my left and I, the left, those to my right, the right. My mark will be when I fire my main cannon.”You then switched back to the open.“The only plan you ought to have for the future,” you said smoothly, “is what you want on your headstone. Now kindly die.” You switched to intercom, “Stein, fire.”>Roll 2d2 once; first roll is result>Roll 2d100; up to three times, rolls averaged. 1st dice is horizontal deviation, 2nd is vertical.>Modifiers: -40 deviation bonus for crew skill, -15 bonus for optics and gun accuracy. 20 penalty for obscuring weather. In short: rolls that average to 35 or below have no deviation for your vehicle.>repost because no image
Rolled 2, 1 = 3 (2d2)>>1609150
Rolled 43, 78 = 121 (2d100)>>1609150
Rolled 62, 46 = 108 (2d100)>>1609150Rolling.
Rolled 71, 98 = 169 (2d100)>>1609150
Shortly after you fired, came the rest of the platoon’s fusillade.The air above the left Self-Propelled Gun rippled as your shell tore away the slimmest sliver of the top angle of the casemate; a useless glancing blow. Another shot buried itself in the ground, short of its target. Only one shot hit the center of the hull; a deadblow that rocked the vehicle, and sent it careening to a halt. The rest of the formation seemed to be stopping anyways, though, but hopefully the uncontrolled movement disrupted the gun crew.The second target was hit once, then twice; a slight glint in the barrel marked a second hit by the diminutive 2.5cm gun.Then the back of the vehicle blew apart. A satisfactory first volley, all in all. However, now that they were stopped, your next shots would likely be happening simultaneously...>State targets for second shots.>Other actions?
>>1609291Continue firing on the howitzer. We ought to have found the range on it now. The rest of our tanks can divide the T-15s amongst themselves.
>>1609291Fire on howitzer. Once that's gone, hit the T-15s. I bet they have at least 1 AP shell on them, but they'll need time to aim.
>>1609291Have the von blums each pick a T15, the others focus on the remaining howitzer.Are we at mg range?
>>1609291Fire on howie. Also supporting >>1609444 if we can use mgs
>>1609444You're at about the edge of effective fire for normal machine guns. The 13mms are in range, and can probably fire on the self propelled guns.I'll say they'd have shot earlier but their optics aren't as nice, or as powerful in magnification; not easy shots to take.
>>1609459Hard shots are better than none, don't see what the harm would be.>>1609444Adding that we target the last Howie with the mgs that are in range. Want to make extra sure that it dies.
“Focus bow guns on the remaining center vehicle,” you commanded your platoon, “Its armor should be vulnerable. All main guns should fire upon the left and right targets. All to my right, the right, all to my left, the left.”As you said this, having already told your crew the new target, the turret was rotating with you, the drone of the power turn mechanism adding to the din of the gun breach being worked, Jorgen’s call of ready, and then your command to fire, overlaid by the muted rattling of the 13mm gun doing its best to shred the remaining gun carrier. Even though the hits were sporadic and had varying effect, you would say that the crew would definitely be trying to keep their heads down in the middle of such a rapid fire armor piercing onslaught…>Roll 2d2 once; first roll is result>Roll 2d100; up to three times, rolls averaged. 1st dice is horizontal deviation, 2nd is vertical.>Modifiers: -40 deviation bonus for crew skill, -15 bonus for optics and gun accuracy. -10 bonus for ranging of nearby vehicles. 20 penalty for obscuring weather. Summary: rolls that average to 45 or below have no deviation for your vehicle.Figured you wouldn't want to waste main gun shots with this being a possible action. Might want to make it more clear in the future that the bow guns are effective on lightly armored vehicles at short range; which, in this weather, is always the case.
Rolled 1, 1 = 2 (2d2)>>1609570
Rolled 41, 6 = 47 (2d100)>>1609570
Rolled 52, 78 = 130 (2d100)>>1609570Rolling
Rolled 21, 60, 40, 12, 8, 36 = 177 (6d100)Insignificant rollsEnemy tank 1, ET 2, Metzeler, Walen, Krause, Igel
Rolled 10 (1d10)A less significant roll.You don't want to see a 1, 2, or 3
Rolled 4 (1d10)>>1609682That was meant to be 2d10, so here's another.
Both lines of vehicles fired at once in a cacophony of cannon blasts.The shell of the T-15 that fired upon you ricocheted off of the top edge of the turret mantlet- you were getting rather sick of that being shot at- and spun over the tank, blowing up behind you.Your attention went back to the outgoing shells. You saw them…crack apart on the hulls of the T-15s. Shells from all your tanks, seeming to have done little to no damage where they struck.“I’m getting rather irritated at all these new tanks that we can’t harm…” you growled, but spied a spot on the right tank where a shell had penetrated. Just below the turret mantlet, there was a neat hole.“Von Walen’s on, boss,” Hans said to you, “Says he took a big hit. Rendered immobile, suddenly swung left.”Crap.>Designate aim point for next volley>Other actions?
>>1609789Well we should check on Walen.
>>1609789Let's flank them with two of our tanks. They can only shoot at so many of us at once.
>>1609789Continue suppressing the howie with the mgs, have everyone focus fire on the gun mantlet of the right T-15.
>>1609830How about we only send the 28, we can't shoot and drive at the same time.We should probably ask von Walen if he can still shoot, forgot to add.
>>1609789the t 15 on the right just took a shot to the turret so they should be unable to return fire right so focus fire on the left t 15
>>1609876We don't know that for sure though, what we do know is that we can penetrate the mantlet.
“Elaborate,” you said as Jorgen yanked the shell from the breach.“He thinks his left treads took the shell.” Hans relayed, “possible damage to wheels, who knows what. He can still fight.”“Right,” you said, “Tell Krause and Von Igel to wheel to the right and get at those vehicles’ flanks. We won’t be making much progress pinging away at that armor from here.”You watched the two tanks to your right obediently veer off, out of the arc of fire of the foes in front of you. You would have to weather a bit of fire while they went on, however…“Aim for below the gun mantlet,” you advised the platoon, “Their hull armor and mantlet are too thick to penetrate.”>Modifiers: -40 deviation bonus for crew skill, -15 bonus for optics and gun accuracy. -20 bonus for ranging of target vehicles. 20 penalty for obscuring weather. Summary: rolls that average to 55 or below have no deviation for your vehicle.>If you want to target a different place, state it, and the center of the hit grid will be moved there.
>>1610015The rolls to hit are always done the same way; forgot to paste them there but I presume we all know how to scroll up anyways.Reposting anyways:>Roll 2d2 once; first roll is result>Roll 2d100; up to three times, rolls averaged. 1st dice is horizontal deviation, 2nd is vertical.
Rolled 2, 1 = 3 (2d2)>>1610019
Rolled 99, 51 = 150 (2d100)>>1610019
>>1610030Normally I'd be ecstatic to roll a 99
Rolled 13, 71 = 84 (2d100)>>1610019
Rolled 77, 54 = 131 (2d100)>>1610019
Rolled 95, 51, 66, 41 = 253 (4d100)Boom
Your shots rang out, and two impacts registered on the turret of the left T-15; neither striking a weakened place, and merely denting the armor and fragmenting.Then, both enemy T-15s fired. One shot sailed over Walen’s tank. The other soared straight into your tank.WHAM.An impact to the front of your turret, for the second damn time this hour. It wasn’t nearly as hard as the last time, but it still threw you and all the other occupants of the turret backwards.“Stein!” Hans shouted from below, “Would you pick the right god damn luck charm and kill these bastards!?”Stein muttered to himself as he adjusted the sights, and made minute adjustments to the turret rotation.You looked to the right tank and saw the trail of fresh smoke coming from its gun. It had just taken a penetrating hit though, it appeared; how on earth could the crew get another shot off just like that?Well, there were a few explanations, first and foremost being-oh Judge above you don’t have time to think about this shit.>Begin maneuvering; only a bit more until your flankers will have shots on their sides, only efficient thing to do is to move evasively.>Fire once more; specify target, and where on target.>Other
>>1610223send another shell at the t 15 left aim for the lower mantlet
>>1610223>Fire once more; specify target, and where on target.Left T-15, lower mantlet
>>1610223Keep focusing on the left tanks mantlet
>>1610223>Begin maneuvering; only a bit more until your flankers will have shots on their sides, only efficient thing to do is to move evasively.We can't hack it from this distance and angle, EVADE
>>1610223>Begin maneuvering; only a bit more until your flankers will have shots on their sides, only efficient thing to do is to move evasively.
Rolled 34, 83 = 117 (2d100)
“All tanks- make evasive maneuvers!” you commanded over the radio.Your driver reflexively charged the tank forward and to the right. You couldn’t pay much attention to the situation, but you had to assume all mobile tanks were doing their best to avoid oncoming fire.The two enemy heavies fired again. Your movement had indeed made you a harder target; the right tank’s attempt to correct for your new positioning had failed, and it shot too close; making a great wound upon the ground, but not inflicting any harm upon your vehicle.A great crash to your left indicated an explosive shell hitting metal. Were you to guess, it was Von Walen being punished further for his lack of luck; his vehicle was unable to move.Just when your impatience was beginning to take its toll, Hans gave you the news you were eagerly waiting for. “Our flankers have clear shots.” He said, relieved despite not having a good visual picture of your stratagem. “Watch our friend on the right get lit the hell up.”Right on cue, two shots slammed into the right T-15. It immediately began to seep smoke; a hit to not only the turret, you guessed, but to the side of the hull. The hollow rings that sounded indicated double penetration.You snickered to yourself for some reason that wasn’t entirely clear at the time.“Driver, halt,” you ordered, “We’re finishing off this bunch now.”Just when you were about to give the order to destroy the last resisting remnant, a man popped out of the hatch of the undamaged T-15, holding a white rag.“Open net,” Hans said, flicking the switch before you could tell him to, “More good news.”“Alright, alright!” came the desperate voice that had threatened and mocked you earlier, “See? We surrender. You win. You can go fight Selgess now, what do I care. Just don’t kill us!”>Too late for that decision, and not nearly trustworthy enough. [Finish them]>Leave your vehicles, and any weapons, put your hands up and walk away. Immediately. Else I might change my mind.>Get out of your vehicles and lie down on the ground. You’re going to be interviewed before we let you go.>Other
>>1611200>>Get out of your vehicles and lie down on the ground. You’re going to be interviewed before we let you go.immediately commence field repairs while this happens
>>1611200>>Get out of your vehicles and lie down on the ground. You’re going to be interviewed before we let you go.>>Radio von Walen for damage assessment.If Honnreig and the rest of Bat are still following us, have them come up to assist with security while we asses our situation and do field repairs.
>>1611242This, also nab the T-15 and add it to our forces. How many crewmen does it need for the basics?
“Get out of your vehicles and lie down on the ground,” you said with venom in your voice, “You’re going to be interviewed before we let you go.”“Yeah, yeah, we’re already going…”With that, the battle came to an end, the vehicles emptying themselves of whomever was left, before they marched left and lay down on the ground.You sighed in relief, and opened the side hatch of the turret. “Hans,” you said, “Tell our friends behind that we’ve won. We’ll need them to come up and help with security.”The first thing you did was check your own tank. Unlike the howitzer hit, this shot had not torn away the armor. A sizeable blast mark stained the mantlet, but it appeared that most of the shock had been absorbed by the steel; instead of the gold and monster. Another relief.Von Walen’s m/32, on the other hand, was a mess. Not only had the shell shorn away the tread, but it had deformed the sprocket wheel; a second shell had shattered the suspension on a set of road wheels. Repairs would take hours, even at a dedicated repair center; hours you didn’t have at a center you didn’t have either.“We’ll have to leave it behind.” You declared.“You know, Lieutenant Von Tracht,” Von Walen looked contemplative, “I never thought I’d lose the same tank twice. I’m beginning to think that, with the shit in the Blumlands combined with this, I’m the unluckiest bastard in the world.”“You’re a bastard?”“What?” Von Walen’s face flushed, “No, I meant that like…God Damnit, never mind.”“You’re pretty lucky to have escaped all those unfortunate events, I think.”“Yeah, I guess.” Walen leaned on his hand and sighed. “Oh, yeah, I also drank spirits that were infused with corpse. Bit of a recent…fuckin’ highlight.”“Go ahead and collect your crew and retrieve the m/28 in the back,” you told Von Walen, “Just hope for both our sakes that your luck improves.”
You looked over the T-15 before moving on to the surrendered parties. It had not been damaged, despite your best efforts, in the past battle. It was definitely impressively armored…though its weapon could do with some improvement. You were luckier than a field of clovers that these men had had no Armor Piercing shells in their stores. Either they were too expensive to come by in the wastes – or they had expended them on less lucky comrades of yours in the initial fighting for the bridge.You would have to appropriate it for further inspection during your journey.You also noted the crew that came out of it (six in total), as well as the other vehicles. You weren’t about to eagerly inspect the bits of hamburger that one of the mounted guns’ crews was reduced to; apparently when the 2.5cm gun struck the shell while it was still in the barrel, causing an explosive misfire, but you did observe the heavily wounded crew on the less messy and smoky one. One of the bloody, 13mm perforated crew, weakly struggling for breath, was a woman. It was extremely uncomfortable to look at her; she was small like Maddalyn was.“Von Tracht,” Von Metzeler addressed you, feet closed together and hands behind his back, “The prisoners have been restrained, searched, and are ready for questioning.”“O-of course,” you said, stealing a glance back. The woman was staring at you…rather, she was staring at nothing, her eyes glassy and half-closed, mouth macabrely agape as her chest rose and fell with thick, rough breaths. “Lieutenant.”“I’m coming.” You slipped your hands in your pocket and tried to look away.The prisoners were lined up on the ground, hands behind their heads. The Blood Sun apparently had no real uniform; merely a collection of whatever they had decided to wear to war, it seemed. “I’m an open book, Imperial Boss,” their leader whined, “Whatever you want, I’ve got, so long as we’re all skipping away.”>Interrogate the prisoner>Take any other action?
>>1611410>>Interrogate the prisonerChannel I can reach your boss.Will I get to fight this dreaded red tide?>Take any other action?"Why did you have a little girl manning an assault gun"
>>1611410>Interrogate the prisonertell how many other patrols will be in my way
>>1611435This, wtf is this shit Girlz und panzer or something.
>>1611410>Is that a real destroyer gun or just plywood?>Where are the hostages being kept?>Any weaknesses of the Red Tide?
Okay so hour and a half before I start so I want to clarify something.>>1611435>Channel I can reach your boss.Do you mean, you want to get directly on the radio with his boss, since he presumably knows the channel he's using?
“So, this Red Tide I’ve heard so much about,” you crouched down and stared down at the brigand prince on the ground before you, “Do you really have it with you? Because I haven’t seen it, and I’ve heard that the likes of you prefer to use it as a naughty word instead of a weapon.”“Of course we have it,” he said, grinning a broken toothed open smile. “Selgess is in it. We just wasn’t to use it til it was needed, see?”“So tell me about it. You’ve been around it, you know where it’s weak, right?”“Oh, sure. The weakness is that there is no weakness.” The man continued to grin madly and nod at you, “Hey, don’t look at me like that, what do you expect? Anybody who’d want to go head to head with it would be damn mad. ‘Course, Selgess the Skull’s coming for you in it, so…”“It’s made of plywood, isn’t it?” you bluffed a smug mug.The bandit only laughed at you. “Sure, buddy, whatever helps you keep your murder stiffy. Hey, I’m not judging, you keep looking at me like I’m talking shite. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”“So where are the hostages you’re keeping?” you demanded.“In Sosaldt.”“Obviously.” You pulled his head up by his hair, “Where?”“Ow, ow, hey, there’s no need for-“ then, you dropped him. “…ugh! Didn’t need to drop my chin in the dirt either, jeez…” the man wriggled on the ground in objection to your polite request for more information. “Look, there’s a town called Todesfelsen. It’s where Skull Palace is, and the hostages are being kept in there…what, did you think we’d keep them close to here..? Get real!”“One last thing,” you said, “Why did you have a little girl manning an assault gun?”“Little girl?” the bandit’s smug tone was gone, replaced by pure confusion, “The hell are you talking about? Search me, I don’t know why we’d have one either, since we don’t!”
“Don’t you lie to me.” you warned.“Why would I lie?” the outlaw leader looked back and forth nervously, “Come on, guys, back me up on this.”“I think he’s calling us bitches.” Muttered one man with his face in the dirt.“I certainly feel like one right now,” another agreed, “Good job, Geligen. You’ve made us feel really hardcore.”“Fuck you.” Geligen buried his face in the ground. “Uuugh. Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about, alright?”“…I’ll be right back.” You left and went back around to the back of the assault gun.The girl was gone. In her place was an utterly unrecognizable mass of red gelatin. With a head that had been half destroyed; more importantly, it was definitely male.You had heard of shellshock causing hallucinations, but you felt perfectly mentally able. That, and you’d only been in battle for a single day. You neither felt nor thought it possible for you to be scarred yet; not even close.Perhaps it was the spirits up to usual, incomprehensible nonsense.You returned back to the bandits. “Get me on the line with Selgess,” you said to the leader, Geligen. “I know you have a radio line with him.”“Sure, sure,” he replied, “Book of codes is in the tank, help yourself.”The T-15, for such a large vehicle, was shockingly difficult to move through; the crew space seemed designed without consideration for the fact that crews had to move through it.It was to be expected, really. So far as you’d ever read, the Caelussians rarely sent forces in such numbers that their newest equipment and tanks were in large battles; they preferred to send the lesser member states of the Confederacy in first, and only rarely committed the Capital Army; which was theorized to be less of a real fighting force and more a big stick used to keep the outer states from thinking about disobedience or, Judge forbid, secession.Soon enough, you found the radio; a big, heavy, ancient set, as well as the codebook that was so stuffed full of markers, that had Selgess’s general network not been the first in the book, there wouldn’t have been a hope of you finding it without help.
You found the frequency and made your presence known.“Selgess the Skull.” You said sternly and clearly. “Who’s th-“ you recognized the gruff voice of Selgess, “…Ahh, you’re the fiancé, aren't you?. I phoned up the darling just to make sure…what’s your name?”“Richter Von Tracht,” you made your grand introduction, “My ancestor was Richter Helman the Silver Lance, Knight of the first Archduke Siegfried Von Strossvald.”“Richter Von Tracht. Yeah, that’s who she said. Ah huh.” Selgess sighed contently, “Ah, this’ll turn out great. My apologies that you had to crush my boys, they’re just on edge, you know? ‘Course, with…I think Geligen was the last out…out of the way, there’s nothing between us. We can get to our first, and last battle…”>I hope your sins will be judged harshly, Skull. You have until I arrive to prepare for your death.>Is this really all just a game to you? People have died for this, you could at least respect your fallen comrades.>[Say nothing] Move on.>other
>>1612330>So, the king hides in his castle and sends his servants to go die on his behalf, and only fights himself from the safety of his precious landship? I'll admit, I was expecting better from you, Selgess. If you do kill me, you had better make a good show of it, or you may not have many loyal followers waiting for you when you get back. I know I wouldn't be.
>>1612330>Is this really all just a game to you? People have died for this, you could at least respect your fallen comrades.
“So the king hides in his castle and sends his servants to go die on his behalf, and only fights from the safety of his precious landship? I’ll admit, I was expected better from somebody with a name like Selgess the Skull. If you do kill me, you had better make a good show of it, else you may not have many loyal followers waiting for your return. I know I wouldn’t be.”“Loyal followers..?” Selgess said, sounding bemused, “I did not send them to fight you. They went on their own volition, as does anybody in my band. We don’t have such trappings as duty or honor to drive us forward, Richter. We go to fight in wars because we love blood and money, because the thrill of death is a bigger high than any other. I know your game, trying to make me come out from my Red Tide…but I don’t see why I oughta come down from my throne to fight you in the dirt.”“Is this really all just a game to you?” you questioned him with disbelief, “People have died for this. You could at least respect your fallen comrades.”“Nobody in this band is a stranger to death, Richter. They came knowing what would happen. You came here knowing that you would be staring death in the face. Let’s not lie to each other; we’re playing the only game worth playing. Now come to me, unless you’re the one without the guts to fight me.”You grunted angrily and threw down the headset.“We’re moving out,” you announced. “You lot, Blood Suns. Get the hell out of here. My people will be watching this site and taking anything that might be useful. If you linger here hoping to get any of your things back, you’ll be shot.”The Blood Suns didn’t need to be told twice.
Your platoon was rolling once more; you had shared the Blood Suns’ general radio channel with your platoon; you would be able to communicate with your rival whenever needed.“I see ‘em, commander,” Stein said shakily. “It’s…big.”“Call up Selgess,” you told Hans, “Tell him we’re here.”“I see you, Richter,” Selgess sneered at you when you were hooked up, “Nice band of deserters you have. How alike we are, that the worms are drawn to inhabit the shadows of the strong.”“Those ‘worms’ are my proud soldiers,” you countered, “Who made a ruin of your famous Blood Suns whenever they encountered them.”“We shall see,” Selgess said. “I could kill you now, but where would the sport be in that? Come close so we can all see each other in our morning best.”You got a good look at the Red Tide as you got closer.It was…intimidating. It was much too big to be called a tank. Massive, thick, heavy, and far too rough. Indeed, it was like a heap of raw iron.It looked so heavy that, by all rights, it shouldn’t have been able to move. Yet the tread tracks indicated that it had. What was more, it didn’t seem as if it had sunk into the ground nearly as much as it should have. Of course, atop the hull was the famed destroyer turret, and its enormous gun.“Why would they wrap the barrel like that?” Stein asked.“Who knows?” you shrugged as you looked down at him, “Why do they have manacles on the side of the turret? These are not people of practicality.”“What a puny tank,” Selgess mocked you, “All shiny and new. A shame it has to be crushed and filled with blood and guts.”“What a fat pile of junk,” you said back, “Appropriate that it looks like a trash bin, as it’s full of human waste.”“You talk big,” Selgess purred, “But since you brought your dear friends…do you all want to die, or do you want to have this fight between my tank, and yours?”>We’ll all take you on. Me and mine against you and whoever you want to take. We’ll destroy the lot of you.>This is between you and me only. You’ll be the last unfortunate life I have to take here.>Your crews have nothing to do with this, as my crew has nothing to do with this either. We both leave our tanks, and fight like men. (Incredibly unlikely to work)>Other?
>>1612617>We’ll all take you on. Me and mine against you and whoever you want to take. We’ll destroy the lot of you.If we manage to destroy some of his tanks, we might be able to use their wrecks for cover.First of all we need to alpha-strike his threads to disable his ability to use the hull gun.I've noticed that reference, tanq
>>1612617>This is between you and me only. You’ll be the last unfortunate life I have to take here.>>1612631Cover won't work just look at that thing, it's a naval gun. It's slow as bricks and doesn't even have gun depression anyway. All we need to do is get as close as possible and run circles around it.
>>1612617>>This is between you and me only. You’ll be the last unfortunate life I have to take here.fire at the tracks we go for a speedy flank
>>1612617>>This is between you and me only. You’ll be the last unfortunate life I have to take here.Gotta earn those romance points. Also that thing looks tough enough as is without having to worry about a handful of other guns being aimed at us
>>1612617>We’ll all take you on. Me and mine against you and whoever you want to take. We’ll destroy the lot of you.
>>1612677yeah getting tracked by a mooks gun then getting hit with the naval gun seems like a big risk
>>1612617>This is between you and me only. You’ll be the last unfortunate life I have to take here.
“This is between you and I only. You’ll be the last unfortunate life I have to take here.”“Magnificent.” Selgess said, his voice dripping with anticipation. “We will begin…when one of my men fires a red flare, in five minutes. Write your last letters, Son of the Silver Lance.”“Loot,” Jorgen pointed at a Hellfire shell, “Yu used these are for bahd times. Times loohk prutty bed.”From what you remembered of Hellfire shells, they were in fact armor piercing shells; just with the Core inside the center instead of a small high explosive charge.“Lieutenant.” You heard Hilda’s voice. How did she catch up this far?Hilda was gasping for breath; and from the look of things, she had reopened her wound sprinting over here.“What is it?” you asked her, “Couldn’t you have gotten somebody else to run it to me instead of straining yourself? You’re injured.”“My mistake put us here,” Hilda said through gritted teeth, “I don’t get to make others do my work.” She tried to climb up on the tank, but she couldn’t make it all the way. Her arms faltered, and she fell onto her back with a yelp.“For goodness’ sakes…” you climbed down to her instead, “What is it?”“That tank…” Hilda sat up, wincing, “The top part…it’s strange.”“Yes, it has a giant gun. It’s from a ship.”“Not that.” Hilda punched her leg twice, “What it’s made of. The paint. The paint!”“What about the paint?”“Let me…finish…” Hilda groped at her side, “Oh, God…the way it’s chipped. When paint on metal chips, when it wears away…you see what’s underneath, right.”“Well, there would be the primer…”“Big chips. Shut up. Let me explain. Hurts.” Hilda coughed out, “It’s not metal. It’s plaster. Maybe paper. Saw through rifle scope.”“…yes?” you said, “What else?”“Gun…not straight. Don’t know much about guns…but I know they have to be straight.” Hilda let herself fall back. “Fake…tank. At least up top.”There were machine guns on top of said turret, though. Presumably, there was open space between it and the part of the landship that was armored…>Write in any actions for final preparations before duel.>Load the Hellfire shell?
>>1612976Everything seems fine, time to duel.Out of curiosity do we have any HE shells?
>>1613029You do have HE.As a side note, you don't know exactly what a Hellfire shell does to a person, only thatA. It reacts to spirits, and according to Maddalyn, people, at a certain proximityB. That when it goes off, it is extremely bad for anything nearby; to the point that even metal's shielding attributes from such methods of assault are not able to protect at close range to the epicenter of the detonation.
>>1613034>>1613029So we shoot it with a hell fire and they all die horribly, sounds fun. Let's go.
>>1613044Burt if we don't want to waste the shell let's looks around for some high ground so we can shoot at its presumably weak top.
>>1613044I'm not sure we need to expend a hellfire shell. Assuming the turret and top gun are fake, all we have to do is avoid its hull gun and immobilize it. Then we can just sit behind it and pump shells into its rear or even have someone toss a scuttling charge inside.My only concern is that if the top gun is fake, I'm not sure how exactly they were planning on killing us. They might be relying entirely on the hull gun, or they might have some nasty trick up their sleeve. I'm not sure which one is more unlikely. Maybe there's a smaller gun within the top cannon mockup? It should be easy to kill though, since a papier mache turret can't be too heavily armored.
>>1613034Completely forgot about that second part, I guess it's time to find out what it does to human beans.
>>1613061We're going to have to find out what it does eventually. I can't imagine a better opportunity or a worthy target, that thing must have a ton of cramped crewmen.
>>1613102We already have an idea of what it does. We have a 400+ km march through enemy territory ahead of us; we should save it for an emergency situation where we might actually be fucked and absolutely need to destroy an enemy with no room for error. Think of the shells as a lifeline; there's no reason to waste one on a shitty half-fake tank that might not even be able to shoot at us.
>>1613118Ok fine, but you'd better pray to RNGesus before rolling.
>>1613196I'll sacrifice a virgin child.Well, it'll definitely be a child at least.
What if this isn't the real Red Tide? Didn't our new crew member state that it seemed to be at too many places at once? Maybe it is a fake, it looks strange to the crew. I'd rather not waste the hellfire for nothing, especially if the real Red Tide is out there.
“Thank you,” you stood up, “I’ll have somebody come pick you up…wait, couldn’t you have gotten on the radio?”“If you didn’t believe me…” Hilda croaked, “It’s not easy to see. I’d have to point to where.”“Hilda, I trust you well enough.” You dragged her away from the tank, “Even if I don’t think your judgment is sound…often.”“You really know how to make a girl feel better about herself.”“I’ll think of something more kind once I’m through killing this dastard,” you said, “I wouldn’t die with my last words to a lady being rude, after all.”“Hmph.” Hilda rolled over and put her knees under herself. “You’d better not break your word, then.”“Not that shell,” you tell Jorgen as you get back in, “Armor piercing, all the time. We’re doing this the classic way.”“Ah,” Jorgen grunted, “Track shot.”“Indeed,” you said approvingly. The “classic way” was invented with the dawn of tanks; infantry, without any reliable way of piercing tank armor, would attempt to use whatever light munitions they had to damage the treads of oncoming armored vehicles. Since most early armored vehicles did not have turrets, this was an effective way of making them able to be approached by destroyer teams.“You sure, commander?” Stein asked shakily, “That thing looks pretty horrifying.”“The turret and big gun are fake,” you said, making sure to get it in the intercom, “As long as we’re fast and we shoot well, this’ll be a walk in the park. Make sure you hit the right track; that way, if it tries to pivot in place with a damaged track, it has to use its reverse gear.”One hundred eighty seconds.The PzA-19 zoomed up from behind; two of Bat Company came out, and retrieved Hilda, as you’d asked.One hundred twenty seconds.“The bets are in, boys,” you heard from the radio, suddenly, “Although we estimated 100-1 odds, Boss against New Guy, the betting’s better than usual for Newbie! I guess some of us don’t like our coin much…”“You hear that boss?” Hans said with a jolly hoot, “We’ve got some people betting for us.”“Turn that crap off, Hans.” You said, “I need to focus, as does our gunner.”Sixty seconds.The last seconds felt like an hour. TickTickTickFinally, a red flare shot up from behind.
“Fire!” you bellowed to Stein.>Roll 2d2 once; first roll is result for deviation direction>Roll 2d100; up to three times, rolls averaged. 1st dice is horizontal deviation, 2nd is vertical.>Modifiers: -40 deviation bonus for crew skill, -15 bonus for optics and gun accuracy. 5 penalty for obscuring weather, but reduced for being in close. In short: rolls that average to 50 or below have no deviation for your vehicle.
Rolled 2, 2 = 4 (2d2)>>1613499
Rolled 95, 91 = 186 (2d100)>>1613499
Rolled 3, 9 = 12 (2d100)>>1613499
>>1613520>>1613525I don't know what to think of this.
>>1613531Moral of the story, Jesus delivers.
Rolled 38 (1d100)>>1613591We'll see.This is the part where the giving hand of RNJesus turns out to be a backhand.
>>1613594fuck dose that tank have penalties or is it as accurate as us
We didn't need the hell fire they said.Only for emergencies they said.
>>1613616we don't even know if it would of worked atleast we tracked him and can end this now
A successful hit! The inside right tracks are shorn off.“Y-yes!” Stein could hardly contain his excitement, “I thought I didn’t have it for a-“Then the Red Tide’s gun fired.Not the big one up top; may the Judge look upon you kindly, but the smaller yet nevertheless huge gun in the hull.You barely had time to brace yourself before, for the third time, you were knocked off of your seat and ended up in a pile below. Then, the tank jolted forwards, Malachi not wasting any time moving after you had hit the enemy’s treads.You were still dazed as a pair of arms roughly lifted you from under your arms and back to your feet.“Don’ luuk down, Luut.” Jorgen said seriously.You looked down, concerned for Stein, but it turned out you should have been concerned for yourself.A trio of pieces of shrapnel had stuck themselves into you, each a shard of metal a few centimeters long; one in the center of your chest at a shallow angle, the other just below your right collarbone. The center one had been deflected by a steel button; had it gone straight, it would have pierced your heart. The third had sliced into the meat of the side of your neck.The pain began. It burned, but it was a good, healthy burn. One that told you that you weren’t going to die any time soon, but also one that indicated that dozens more tiny pieces of metal inside of you. A couple more burns began on your face; you could check them later, you thought, as you mounted your position again. You saw daylight pouring in through the top corner of the turret; deep cracks formed spiderwebs all the way down the turret, splitting it apart into deep, uneven canyons. Stein picked himself back up, blood running from a gash on his forehead as Jorgen eased him back into position.“We’re in the clear, gentlemen,” you breathed, “Just keep driving, Malachi. We’ve already won.”“Commander,” Stein moaned, forced to use his other eye as blood dripped into his good one, “I suppose this shouldn’t be a surprise, but the gun’s not elevating. The turret’s turning funny, too. We took that hit on the corner, but I think it messed up the whole structure.”>We’ll charge the bastard and throw whatever we’ve got onto it. They’re helpless.>We’ll loop around. It doesn’t matter if we can’t adjust the gun, we can move and they can’t.>Other plans/actions?
>>1613711>We’ll charge the bastard and throw whatever we’ve got onto it. They’re helpless.To specify, of course, you'd be moving out of the enemy's arc of fire before this; something you're guaranteed to be able to do before he can fire again due to long reloading time for big guns.
>>1613711>>We’ll loop around. It doesn’t matter if we can’t adjust the gun, we can move and they can’t.Might as well get out of the way of the hull cannon. Also, fuck us, that's painful.
>>1613711>We’ll charge the bastard and throw whatever we’ve got onto it. They’re helpless.
>>1613711>>We’ll loop around. It doesn’t matter if we can’t adjust the gun, we can move and they can’t.
>>1613716so are we driving up next to the tank and chucking dynamite in it with this option
>>1613746Were you insane enough to keep a flamethrower in the tank?...likely not, but you have the scuttling charges as well as grenades. Neither are healthy for the interior of a vehicle.
So just to clarify, what exactly does the options mean?Does chargin it mean we're gonna throw our grenades and fire our gun? With the loop option are we just going to drive around to his back?
>>1613781Charging means you're heading in with intent to throw explosives into every open part of the enemy vehicle; the gun cannot traverse, not that you were going to fire on the move anyways.The loop means you're driving to a part you can flank from before trying to lay shots into the flank.
>>1613794>>>We’ll loop around. It doesn’t matter if we can’t adjust the gun, we can move and they can’t.
>>1613755>We’ll loop around. It doesn’t matter if we can’t adjust the gun, we can move and they can’t. just switching to speed things along
>>1613711>We’ll loop around. It doesn’t matter if we can’t adjust the gun, we can move and they can’t.Also can we suppress their turret with our mg while on the move?
>>1613875our mg is hull mounted we won't be able to use it if it's not aligned with our broken turret
Where is Maddy anyways, we killl selgess and than what? Don't think his guys would just give her up.Right now Selgess is currently her only protection. I think we might need to somehow drag him out or smoke him out.
Jesus I hope she isn't IN the Red Tide.OH GOD what if she's in the turret?
>>1613711>>We’ll loop around. It doesn’t matter if we can’t adjust the gun, we can move and they can’t.>>1614233DONT GIVE THE TANQ IDEAS
Sorry for the wait!You followed the original plan of swinging wide to get a shot on the Red Tide’s open flank. It would be more difficult with how heavily damaged your own tank was, but it was safe and reliable.The Red Tide struggled against its immobility; without both tracks and with the sprocket wheel damaged, half of it was increasingly unsteady; it attempted to turn. Slowly but surely, it was pivoting, but not near the rate it would have to turn to avoid you catching its flank.“Commander,” Stein said with increasing stress, “The tank’s bleeding.”“Just like all of us are,” you said, keeping an eye on the Red Tide’s movements, “Be ready to do what you had to do earlier, working with Malachi. We won’t have forever to hit this thing’s flank.”>State where you want to target the enemy.>Other actions?>>1613934It is indeed basically an impossible hope to think they'd give up their prize; Maddalyn is worth quite a lot of potential ransom money, even without her role as a hostage in the scheme to take the city, though, so they won't harm her. Also...>>1614233They wouldn't do this. She's worth far too much to risk like that. >>1614351Come on, Maddalyn's the only female character thus far that hasn't suffered horrible injury. You can't leave her out.Well, horrible injury that wasn't self inflicted
>>1614351>inb4 the girl that died with the mercenaries and then disappeared is a premonition of the futureTanq pls I don't want Richter to shoot Maddy full o' shrapenel.
>>1614366We might have to hit its front right sprocket wheel to slow it down further so we can get around to the rear; I don't see any other good targets from here. With the reduced track length it might even sink into the ground and be completely immobile.
>>1614366fire a shell inbetween the skirts and the right front tread wheel
>>1614366HE shell onto the turret, light em on fire.
>>1614398I mean the track wheel closest to us
>>1614393>>1614398These are kind of the same, take out the track idea.I support the idea of taking out the track.
>>1614393We have time for at least one shot, idk about shooting the other sprocket. They might give up on trying to move the tank and try to shoot is with their small arms.
>>1614412we will either track him or go through the lower side hull Armour which is usually thinner
>>1614422Their turret is made out of paper mache, we can make them all stop what their doing and put out the fire. That is if most of em aren't already burnt alive.
“Stein, aim at that right sprocket wheel. We can’t have them moving any further. Once they're in place, we'll finally have all the time we need.”“Right…” Stein said uncertainly, clutching at some charm at his neck, “Phew. Okay. Mal, turn a bit to the right…no, too far, along the bearing of…that’ll do.”“Fire when ready,” you said encouragingly.>Roll 2d2 once; first roll is result for deviation direction>Roll 2d100; up to three times, rolls averaged. 1st dice is horizontal deviation, 2nd is vertical.>Modifiers: -40 deviation bonus for crew skill, -15 bonus for optics and gun accuracy. Weather penalty nullified due to point blank range. In short: rolls that average to 55 or below have no deviation for your vehicle. However, due to precarious vehicle situation, deviation is doubled.I think this is what won out...I'd wait longer for a more certain consensus, but I figure I should keep things moving.
Rolled 70, 1 = 71 (2d100)>>1614605
Rolled 1, 2 = 3 (2d2)>>1614605
Rolled 99, 98 = 197 (2d100)>>1614605
Rolled 5, 69 = 74 (2d100)>>1614605
>>1614639end my life senpai
>>1614639inb4 we hit one of the blood suns bystanders and cause a full on confrontation.
>>1614654Thou hast been tempted by Satan's himself! Tis must be true! Thrice ye have cursed us so, repent ye villan and our lord will grant your rolls clemency.
>>1614704I repent father for my terrible rolls>to be fair my placement roll was probably the best for what we were aiming for
The shot went out, and you watched it go extremely off target; striking away a chunk of one of the road wheels on the damaged side. Not a great help to you, or a significant hindrance to the enemy.“Hell’s bells,” Stein muttered bitterly.>Burn the Ace Loader for a second shot?>Try again for another shot; it won’t turn fast enough to get you, right?>Move further, before trying for a better shot at a steeper angle.>OtherGasp! My secret identity!
>>1614745>Move further, before trying for a better shot at a steeper angle.It cant turn fast enough to get us if we move so might as well play it safe
>>1614745>>Move further, before trying for a better shot at a steeper angle.keep moving
>>1614752>Burn the ace loaderCan we give lighting their turret on fire a second chance?
>>1614752>>Burn the Ace Loader for a second shot?I REJECT THEE PAZUZU.Mental note: Buy holy water to bless each of our shells.
>>1614752>>Move further, before trying for a better shot at a steeper angle.I'll change my vote, I thought he might be able to catch up to us if we tried to move.
>>1614752>Move further, before trying for a better shot at a steeper angle.You aint gonna catch us you sneaky hull gun
“We’re going to keep going,” you said, “Malachi, take us further around this thing’s side. We’ll try our next shot where it couldn’t possibly hit wrong.”“Yajh,” Malachi replied, as he shifted the stick and sent the tank barreling forward again. He was keeping the m/32 just at the cusp of abuse it could take; you hadn’t seen such testing of tolerances before without quick breakdowns, but Malachi had been doing it since you met him, and the tank was still running fine.The tank turned sharply once you had dashed to its flank, leaving it facing the Red Tide.This was a prime flanking position. Even with the extra armor on the side, you were confident the 4.7cm cannon could take on this foe from the side. You had had bad luck with enemy armor recently, but there wasn’t a way in hell this thing’s side armor could take a hit from this gun…>Select a target to shoot for>Other actions?
>>1614902>Shoot the turret with HEThird times a charm
>>1614902Aim for right most plate, if we deviate right great! As long as it isn't a completely terrible roll.If it deviates left and down we'll probably be okay if Tracht is confident it will punch through. If it deviates left and up then I CAST THEE OUT LUCIFER. AWAY WITH THEE, HARLOT OF PERDITION.
>>1614922We wont have to worry about deviation with a shell that EXPLODES.
>>1614902center plate mid height
>>1614924you still have to hit and your basing this off the hypothesis that the decoy turret will burn the tank down which i doubt
>>1614930No, obviously it won't do much hull damage but the turret is still connected to the tank. It'll cause all sorts of ventilation problems and force the crew to put it out. When they go up there we can us the mg on them and we'll still be able to fire ap next action anyway.
>>1614941>the turret is still connected to the tankNot necessarily. It could literally just be a papier mache box stuck on top of a flat topped hull.
Go ahead and roll for this shot.>Roll 2d2 once; first roll is result for deviation direction>Roll 2d100; up to three times, rolls averaged. 1st dice is horizontal deviation, 2nd is vertical.>Modifiers: -40 deviation bonus for crew skill, -15 bonus for optics and gun accuracy. Weather penalty nullified due to point blank range. In short: rolls that average to 55 or below have no deviation for your vehicle. However, due to precarious vehicle situation, deviation is doubled.>However, due to the unusual amount of practice Stein and Malachi seem to have had in this particular situation, this deviation will be reduced by another 10 bonus.
Rolled 1, 1 = 2 (2d2)>>1614976
Rolled 13, 17 = 30 (2d100)>>1614976
Everybody STOP, no more rolls necessary :^)Captcha: That licorice
Rolled 29, 82 = 111 (2d100)>>1614976
>>1615022I think you ought to know that I was getting done with the damage picture right when you rolled that.It's basically no work to redo at all but your timing was simply unmatched.-----A devastating hit to the flank! Above the right plate, where you had told Stein to aim, but you could hardly complain about a flank penetration.The Red Tide came to a sudden halt.>Fire again; same coordinates? (Bonus to deviation)>Fire again, different coordinates (No bonus due to the fact that the whole tank has to be moved)>Other action?
>>1615055>>Fire again; same coordinates? (Bonus to deviation)pound them into submission
>>1615060>>1615066Roll again according to >>1614976
>>1615055>>Fire again; same coordinates? (Bonus to deviation)
Rolled 2, 2 = 4 (2d2)>>1615074
Rolled 5, 28 = 33 (2d100)>>1615074
Another shot, directly between the plates. You felt the wounds in your face spark with pain as you smiled unvoluntarily, but you couldn’t have cared less. Selgess was as good as dead in this position.“Message.” Hans said suddenly.“Send it.”“You think you’ve got me, boy?” came the voice of Selgess. It was different; as if it was coming from a different radio… “This isn’t the first time I’ve been in a pinch. You know what they used to call me before I was Selgess the Skull?”The back of the turret, that you assumed to be a counterweight mock or a toolbox, suddenly popped off the back of the turret.
>>1615108Selgess the Smelly?
>>1615108Oh boy, in before a heavy AA gun or something of that sort.
>>1615108Have we been rused?
>>1615108Selgess the Cuck?
>>1615108Selgess the Slut?
>>1615169Careful now anon.He can quite literally still cuck us.
“Selgess the Cyclone, fastest bastard on the Gold Line!” Selgess screamed.You heard revving in the background. Like a…Suddenly, out the back of the false turret, a man on a motorcycle blasted out, leaving the smoldering tank behind.“What the fuck?” you couldn’t help but say. “Are you insane?” Selgess wasn’t on the radio anymore, though.“Commander,” Stein said, looking back at you with a wide eye, “We can’t traverse the turret. We won’t be able to get accurate fire on him! He’s swerving from the bow, too, he’s keeping away from the 13mm!”Selgess sped towards you, turning so sharply his knees almost dragged on the ground as the motorcycle tilted, skidding to the flank. He held a machine pistol in one hand, and a string of what looked to be explosives in the other.>Maybe the tank can’t get fire, but I can. Pass me my [write in weapon; you’ve got carbines, a submachine gun, and pistols.]>Shoot him? Please. Run him over like vermin.>Well, don’t just stand there! At try to get him in your sights!>OtherThis is the most fucking retarded idea I've ever had
>>1615208>Maybe the tank can’t get fire, but I can. Pass me my [write in weapon; you’ve got carbines, a submachine gun, and pistols.]carbine >Shoot him? Please. Run him over like vermin.chase him while where popped out
>>1615208Shoot him with the smg, have the combat trained crew members grab the other guns and do the same.
>>1615208>>Maybe the tank can’t get fire, but I can. Pass me my [write in weapon; you’ve got carbines, a submachine gun, and pistols.]>>1615221We don't need to chase him, he's coming for us. If anything we want to put distance on him so we can shoot him with our carbine before he reaches us with those explosives. Hold the tank still while we shoot at him for a more stable shot; the tank's reverse speed will be insignificant compared to his motorcycle. Also tell our crew to pop out of their respective hatches and fire at him with whatever small arm they can grab.
>>1615208Drive us closer, I'll get him with my swordGrab submachine gun, turn out, have tank try to get the bow gun on him but be careful not to maneuver into the Red Tides firing arc.I forgot, did we take hunting as a perk during charge. If so might as well grab that carbine.
>>1615208>Maybe the tank can’t get fire, but I can. Pass me my [write in weapon; you’ve got carbines, a submachine gun, and pistols.]Nah fuck this. Fuck him, fuck his motorcycle. Good thing we dumped our points into hunting
>>1615233Charge = chargen
>>1615231oh well switch to smg I thought he was fleeing
>>1615233You dumped a stupid amount of points into that. Richter's shooting stat is probably the best thing he has.
>>1615233>did we take hunting as a perk We did actually, completely forgot.Changing my vote to carbine.
You should make a wiki like H&D has.
Rolled 91 (1d100)“Maybe the tank can’t fire,” you said with confidence, “But I can. Pass me a carbine.”Stein gawked at you as if you told him to hand you a weasel, but Jorgen was already pressing the carbine into your hand. You fed a clip into the rifle and shut the bolt closed.Just like in the woods back home, you told yourself.You pushed your way out of the commander’s hatch, and as you aimed at Selgess, he immediately raised his machine pistol and sprayed a burst at you.
>>1615264I hope high rolls are still bad in this situation
The machine pistol buzzed; it fired so fast, you couldn’t hear each individual shot, only feel the wind of the numerous shots boiling the air around you.He’d have to aim better than that to break your well-practiced concentration. This wasn’t you with a knife, nor was Selgess the maned pig. You had a rifle, and rifles were an extension of your very being.Selgess was just the last in a long line of prey.You centered the sights on his heart, let out a breath, and squeezed the trigger…>roll up to three d100 for glory
Rolled 5, 43, 54 = 102 (3d100)>>1615275Rolling.Good bike memes.
Rolled 18 (1d100)>>1615275
Rolled 99 (1d100)>>1615275
Rolled 47, 54 = 101 (2d100)>>1615275>>16152802 more Incase you were asking for 3
>>1615283You know, the first two rolls were so good that you don't have to feel bad about this.
>>1615283ffs whats with my goddam rolls today
>>1615287Jesus knows anon, he knows about the futa. Delete the folder now.
>>1615286>>1615287He doesn't but I do. The fuck anon, are you trying to get us KILLED?
>>1615294>not wanting to be a venegeful ghost possessing a spooky ghost tankanon...
Rolled 58, 53, 10 = 121 (3d100)>>1615291>>1615294testing my luck
The rifle jerked back straight into your shoulder, and Selgess’s jaw went slack as a your shot ran him through.The motorcycle spun out from under him, and both he and his vehicle tumbled for a good twenty meters before they came to an ugly end. The explosives in Selgess’s arms went off, destroying both him and his motorcycle in a plume of dust and earth, sending bits of earth whizzing past your ears.“…Hmph.” You said to yourself, frowning. “I win.”Your crew went ballistic below you, and Hans turned the radio back on, letting loose the reports of the watching Blood Suns.“God damn, did you see that?” the announcer cried, “Selgess the Skull is now Selgess the Dog Food! Gentlemen, the victor of this duel is the new, the untested, the stupendously lucky Richter Von Tracht! All you fortune tellers who bet on him, come up and collect. All you losers who bet safe…serves you right! Ha!”“The stupendously lucky?” you said to yourself as if you had bile in your throat. “I object.”“You know what this means though, my good men,” the announcer went on, “We’re out of this shit hole. Back to Skull Palace!”The spectators obediently packed up and sped off, leaving you in the dust.“Hey, wait! Hans, tell them to wait!” you banged on the turret roof in frustration.“…they’re not acknowledging, boss.” Hans said to you. “Look, boss, we won and we lived. That’s enough for now, isn’t it?”You slumped back. “Yeah. I suppose it is.” You admitted, leaning back and staring up at the darkening, clouded sky. A raindrop fell upon your head, and ran off your chin.-----Well, that ended right on time! Thanks for your attendance folks. I hope this went well. I'll be back around with the next thread either in a week or two weeks, depending on how much I get done in the first. This was a lot of fun.Next time, the road trip starts, now that you've got a few battle scars.>>1615253Good lord don't give me another project to slack on.
>>1615346No, just thread end. Quest resumes in a week or two.Shit man you haven't even rescued the waifu yet.
>>1615352I forgot to update the thread before posting.Now we'll have to kill every Blood Sun out there to free Maddy. It'll be fun.
>>1615327Feels good that the rolls I got managed to nail him easily.