Hellghast until the day I die!

EVERYONE, LET'S DO THIS! TOGETHER!

Soon

time to punch a death god in the face with piston punch.

>>17390414
Still bandaged up, the large Russian stands staring at the crystal engine of the train they were traveling on. The look on his face was blank but inside a furious flame of thoughts raced. It seemed like he'd have to deal with a truly exploding train once more, even before he got the chance to speak with Mary Susan about attempting to send him home. If things turned out badly the man from Bravo might never get to return to his own time again.

"Uh, is there a reason this thing has to be hooked into my bloodstream?"

> Theres no oppurtunity to do upgrades. A better idea would be to list your current EXP and record them here. They will be used again.

> If you really wish to post upgrades there is no guarantee I'll commit them to memory at this juncture.

[prepping the fireworks]

testing...

Alright everyone, looks like the chips are down, I can't go into the IRC so I'll post it here.

We should ride this train to the black fortress, I also think we managed to reach Peace. So consider our starting position from there.

[How's our count by the way ? ]

>Currently at 83 xp, not counting the train mission so far. Also I'm afraid I'll miss anything tonight, have to work early on New Year's Day. Best of luck to you all.

All we can do is keep going forward i guess.

"To the Concerned:

If you've found this journal, either on my person or in some shop somewhere, then it is highly possible I am dead, captured, or worse. My name is--was--Julian Paisley, and I was a Mobile Artilleryman in the Hellghast Armored Unit of the Ragnyllian Army. I am writing this currently en route to a high-value Voss target, the dreaded Black Fortress. I've heard reports that our train's reactor's starting to overload; it's only a matter of time now. I am currently sitting out, with my squadmates, Private Tyreese Womack and Private Genevieve Hadley, awaiting for the next bout of action. We're almost out of cigarettes, and we're tired as unholy hell. Spirits, however, have remained somewhat optimistic; Hadley was just finishing teaching me the Crescent Bay Academy's anthem. Wonderful voice, that girl.

"The day of our reckoning has come. I just hope the Goddess looks happily on us"

"If you're allied to Ragnyll, please, I beg you--get this to my sister, Julia. The people--they need to know. They need to know what happened here, what we did here. There's so many of us, here, now--Major Gunther, Corporal Armitage, Sergeant Vahn, Captain Isane, the privates and conscripts whose names pass by as quickly as they do. I know that this is just something small, but I've tried. I've tried to write down this unit's history, keep up with it, from when I joined in Kolstec to right now. So many names, so many faces, so many lives, so much blood--I can't shake the magnitude of what we're doing right now--for us, for the fallen, for all of Ragnyll.

"I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared. This is us, all of us on this damned train, new and old alike, riding right into the eye of the storm, ready to shout defiance in the face of some horrific sin against all of nature and reason.

"Remember us. Remember Hellghast."

" Dear Sgt. Father,

I've outranked and died before you. Hah, take that ! "

Henessian Kess.

P.S. I lied about Hanna, she's not a virgin.

Not to make you all look stupid but we could just switch engine it's not like I stole 2 from other train... oh wait I did.

>>17390732

And leave the payload in the outskirts of Peace ? They're gonna have us hanged for war-crimes when we get back...

Isane glances around at the others, writing letters or journals to loved ones, and slips an envelope of her own back into a pocket. No way was she going to reveal what it says just yet, not in the middle of this, not until she was safe, or dead...

>>17390753
They'd die anyways if we explode on them and I doubt the explosion will be big enough to explode the whole town. Else Voss yould be using those for bomb and we'd have buckled. Option number 2 would be to send it flying and laught as it explode mid air. It's like you have a death wish or something.

>>17390792

No I'm just responsible about how I end people.

>>17390650

Paisley closed up the small leather journal, slipping it in one of the small pouches on the outside of his armor. He sighed, reaching into his pocket to pull and pulling out the carton of cigarettes. He reached inside to take one ou--wait a tick. His finger wriggled around in the empty space of the carton. He looked down into the carton, withdrawing his finger. It was empty. He chuckled, giving a grim smile. "Well, if there was a better time to quit," he growled, tossing the carton off the train. He looked to his squadmates. Womack was laid out against the wall of the train, sleeping like a dead man, helmet used as a makeshift pillow. Hadley was pacing up and down the side of the train, head bowed low, arms crossed.

He sighed, walking to the side of the distraught soldier as she paused for a moment to look at the passing scenery. "Troubled, private?"

"Sir." Hadley nodded her head, acknowledging her commanding officer. "I um, I--yes." She exhaled, closing her eyes. "I'm scared."

"We all are, Hadley."

"It's just--I can't even begin to express what I'm feeling, sir. Permission to speak freely?"

"Always, private."

"Thank you." She exhaled again, gathering up strength. "This is...this is gonna be it, isn't it?"

"Probably. Most likely. Yes."

>>17391102

Silence. Paisley reached into his pockets, pulling out the rosary from his pouch. "In times of strife, it's good to have something to believe in. It's kinda funny, really--how old beliefs can survive in this time of science and technology." He coiled the beads around in his open palm. "'Ya gotta be strong to live in this age'--that's what Katrina used to say to me. 'Gotta have a heart of iron, but a strong soul stirring within.'" Hadley had turned her head as to face Julian as he continued to coil the rosary beads into a small pile. "Religion helps with the spiritual part, I think. The writings of Mo'Alla state that we are all in a sort of cycle, a loop. You, me, the Voss, everyone. None but the Truly Forsaken are every truly dead. The rest of us, though--who knows? We may see them in another life, or in a hundred other lives. But the point of the teachings is this: to live your life to the best you can." Hadley had fully turned to face the demoman, looking curiously at the coiled up rosary sitting on his flattened palm. "Take it," Paisley urged, the young demowoman tentatively grabbing the rosary beads, uncoiling the beads and looking at the silvered holy symbol shine in her hand.

"Th--thank you, sir." Hadley visibly blushed. "Are you sure--?"

"Katrina taught me a prayer of protection--gave you good luck, too. It's a small thing, but it's helped me a bit here and there. Mutter it under your breath, shout it out, it doesn't matter--any voice that pleads for deliverance from Mo'Alla shall be heard." Paisley smiled again, tousling her hair. "Care to learn it?"

>>17391102

Final XP Tally: somewhere around 20--22, maybe?

Slumped against the side of the roaring train, the young Corporal's eyes flutter open. Somewhere, she heard that a lot of the time people forget they've lost a limb, like they can still feel it there. No such illusions cross her mind as she wakes, the ache of her stump burning under the thick bandage.

Her mind wanders back home, how she labored away to sculpt her body. Reading exercise manuals and endless articles on new and exciting scientific fitness regimes. Looking into the mirror one day, sunlight flooding in through the window, running a hand across her tight bicep, so proud of herself. All that work, all the effort to prove that there was one thing she could do well in the world. And now, after a few brief, confusing moments, that arm she worked so hard for is gone.

She wants to be sad, but cannot help but only feel thankfulness. So many of her friends had lost more than a limb, paying the final price to stop the Voss monstrosity. Soapsworth, Altea, Winters, Willhelm, Mana, Rip...All people much braver, more talented, more important than her. Heroes. The kind of people she joined this war to become like. And yet, they fell, and she survived.

Ctd>>

At one time she resolved to be braver, be stronger. To step up and give everything possible. But time and again she stumbled, while the rest triumphantly prevailed. She was disappointed for so long, but now she knows better. Hers may not be the name whispered in the legends of Helghast, but she is loved. She has found true friends, and no matter how small, is a part of something truly incredible. She is loved, and that is all that she could want for in her life, whether it ends with this day, or many years from now.

She wraps Isane's coat tightly around her, breathing in the smell of her captain. Closing her eyes from the speeding death train, she lets her mind wander, to the possibility of a warm bed, a quiet cabin just for two far away from it all...

>13xp plus whatever we've earned on the train so far
>Spending 10 on an extra action

Aw sweet, IH threa--

>Endgame

...what the fuck did I miss?

>>17392138

It's never too late to join the fight! Read up on the wiki:

http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Iron_Hearts

I got bored and did a bit of counting.

I should have something like 113 exp leftover

169 if the exp from turn-based survival during the train missions count

good god damn i'm sitting on way too much xp. last time i checked it was 124xp, and i stopped counting like a mission or two before i got promoted and stopped playing

>>17395223

We earned XP for each round we were on the train?

>I -really- don't want to go back and count kills, call it 20 plus however much we get from round survival.

Vahn sat back in his tank, looking at the members of his crew. Privates Jason Harding and Cassandra Lynn, the newest additions to his humble cockpit. He had been told the engine was going to go critical soon, but for some reason it didn't bother him much. He leaned back, and began humming, taking out his harmonica, and playing a tune he remembered sung in the bar his father had owned. When he looked up, the two other recruits in his cockpit were humming along, the small brown haired woman operating the steering even started to sing along with him. Soon the cockpit was filled with the sounds of the crew's singing, and one of them hit the radio switch, broadcasting it to the rest of Hellghast.

"Sing us a song, you're the Hellghasts..."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dBC6IVP-C84

Roster sign in has begun.

Mission time is on the hour.

>>17396157
Reporting for duty!

dickmonger

> HAHAHAHAHAHAH what did you guys do !?!?!?

Let's ride

Monkey Aspect
Range increase +2
HP +2
Move +1
Actions+1

HP - 3 (+command upgrades)
Act - 3
Mov - 5
Rng - 7
Dmg - 2-1
Rtg - 6aoe 4dir
Cap - 1
(Monkey Aspect: Ignore terrain, auto-steal enemy weapons when adjacent, auto-reload at end of turn)


Rose! Could you make me a temporary metal arm, pretty please?

Aye, reporting in. One way or another we're finishing this fight.

>Using 10 xp to buy my third and final aspect upgrade if it is approved, [Shark Teeth] Shots pierce through targets and hit any targets behind them as well. Left with 73+ xp

Squad Members: 3
HP:4 each member
Move:3
Act: 2 each member
Rating: 7 (7, 4 for direct Hr)
Range:6 (7 for Hr)
Damage: 3 (5-4 for Hr) [+2 from Gunther]
CBonus: +2 Health to units under me.
>+1 Overwatch Action
>Double move in water
>Stealth in water

Ready to stand and fight! Also, platooning for maximum damage!

#Paisley
Scarab Aspect (All weapons are Crushing, smash terrain and knocback organics; explosions-proof)
3 Health
2 Actions
3 Squad Members
+2 Magazine capacity--grenade launcher

are we dead yet?

>>17396174
Forgot my upgrades.

#Vahn: Main Battlegroup
+2 Crew member
+2 Pilot Rating
+1 repair
+1 Action
+1 Accuracy
Double Sight
Wind Resistance
[Longshot Gambit] double range for half rating
[Hawkeye] Use Spot action regardless of class
CO Aura: +1 Accuracy
Command benefits: +3hp,+1 Heavy Weapons Damage.

Due to a lack of roster, the game will start with the essential command structure.

>>17396536
Not my problem I'm just a lowly soldier after all.

>>17396536
Oh, well I'm here.

>>17396553
make a roster then.

[P1] Mjr. Gunther
[P2-Bt] Sgt. Vahn

[A1] Lt. Kess

[M1MM] Sgt. Paisley
[M2] Cpl. Armitage

[Hr1HmHm] Cpt. Isane

[C2] Rose

I'm here, damn near miss this due to things. Yeesh teach me for having a life.

>>17396681

IT HAS BEGUN