>>45702977
>"I...no. Not really."
I don't see a problem with being honest, really.

>>45702977
>>"I...no. Not really."

>>45702977
>"I...no. Not really."

>>45702977
>"I...no. Not really."

>>45702977
>>"I...no. Not really."
>>45703023
I agree

For those, like me, who missed the first thread, here's the link: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/45664890/

>>45703387
Thanks, anon! I'll try to remember to add that to the OP from now on.

>>45702977

You begin to lie, to pass the subject off with some bawdy humor to fluster her.

Instead, you lean against the railing and heave a sigh, shoulders slumping. You cross your arms, gaze trailing on the deck.

"I...no," You admit. "Not really."

Anna takes a step closer to you, her voice gentle and kind.

"None of us are," She says. "But that doesn't mean we have to suffer alone. You don't always have to be the tough one, okay? We're here for each other."

"I know," You look up to her, smiling softly. "That's what sisters do, I suppose."

"I suppose.." Anna echoes in a mockingly downtrodden tone, sticking her tongue out at you. "You sound like an old woman."

"I am an old woman," You snort, your usual confidence returning. "I'm simply trapped in a younger woman's body."

"Is that why you're still flat?"

"Why, you...!" You growl.

Giving a frightened yelp, Anna chooses the smart path of turning and running as you give chase. It's not your fault you haven't exactly had any progress! It's not fair, having the both of them being bigger while also being younger.

At least you're faster than either of them. You bolt through the door leading into the ship, deftly moving past crewmen as you pursue your quarry.

You meet the Major in the middle of the hallway, centered within the crew's quarters. Or, more accurately, he finds you holding Anna in a headlock, keeping the whimpering Valkyrie in place.

(Cont.)

>>45703538

"Sarah," He greets you, amused but concerned. "Is everything alright?"

"Just settling an honorable dispute," You answer, releasing your hold.

Anna straightens, sniffling in a vain attempt to make you feel guilty. When it fails, she snickers and proceeds to try and fix her hair after the thrashing you gave it.

"We'll reach land by nightfall," He tells both of you. "When we do, I want you and Emma to meet me in the cargo bay with the others. And what do we do while we're in port?"

"Stay below deck," You and Anna answer in unison.

Chuckling, he pats you both on the head before continuing on his way. You step aside and allow him past, turning back to Anna once he's gone.

"What's Emma doing, anyways?" You ask.

"Maybe she's in the library?" Anna guesses. "She's taken a liking to the place."

Your sister was always one for her privacy and space. Then again, so are you, to extents. It seems you have some free time before you reach Aberdeen.

To pass the time, you decide to...

>Visit the ship's library.
>Head to the cargo bay to train.
>Wander the ship, mingle with the crew.
>Other?

>>45703570
>Head to the cargo bay to train.
Gotta be strong for the future.

>>45703570
>>Visit the ship's library.

>>45703570
>Head to the cargo bay to train.
Gains!

>>45703570
>>Wander the ship, mingle with the crew.

Quick question OP, what are the real chances of us or other important characters dying?
You gonna DM fiat us through the bad times, or do bad choices and bad rolls come with lethal and permanent consequences?
I hope it is the latter

>>45703570
>>Head to the cargo bay to train.
Cant spell revenge without gains.

>>45703728
Without spoiling it, I'd say strap on your PTSD caps, lads. We're going in hard.

>>45703570

"Want to join me in the hold?" You ask. "I want to work up a sweat."

"Hmmm," Anna seems to ponder the offer before nodding. "I suppose."

With that the two of you set off towards the main hold of the ship. A portion of it was kept aside from the goods they shipped, further cementing your cover. However, the rest of it acted as a recreation area for you and the others. A handful of soldiers were present, either chatting idly or training. Your options were limited in terms of what you could do, but you at least had room to move.

Reaching the bottom floor, you decide...

>Run laps around the hold. Speed is key!
>Basic exercises you remember from school. Nothing fancy.
>Lift impromptu weights. A great burden requires broad shoulders!

>>45703971
>Lift impromptu weights. A great burden requires broad shoulders!

>>45703971
>>Lift impromptu weights. A great burden requires broad shoulders!

>>45703971
>Lift impromptu weights. A great burden requires broad shoulders!
Stronk

>>45703971
>Without spoiling it, I'd say strap on your PTSD caps, lads. We're going in hard.
Good.

>Lift impromptu weights. A great burden requires broad shoulders!

>>45703971
>>Basic exercises you remember from school. Nothing fancy.

>>45703971

You lack serious lifting equipment, so you make do with various items you can scrounge up. Cans of paint, containers of various sizes, a rifle a soldier once lended you. The list goes on.

"You're not going to hurt yourself this time, are you?" Anna asks.

"It won't be my intention, no," You assure her. "Now, let's get started."

As the two of you begin your impromptu training, a handful of the soldiers pause from whatever it is they're doing to watch you. A handful are skeptical, amused, but most are supportive and well-meaning. You think.

Bracing yourself, you take hold of the weight and begin to rhythmically lift it up and down. Your back still aches from the last time, but it's a fulfilling sort of pain. It means progress.

Anna, for her part, is equally intent on improving herself, though the results of both of you vary.

>Try and push yourself. You have an audience!
>Keep things slow and measured.

>Roll a 1d100.

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>45704224
>Keep things slow and measured.

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>45704224
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZSS5dEeMX64
>Try and push yourself. You have an audience!
Need some montage music!

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>45704224
>>Keep things slow and measured.
time for high rolls in roll under

>>45704224
>>Keep things slow and measured.

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>45704224
>>Try and push yourself. You have an audience!
Be the showoff you know you are.

>>45704224
>>Try and push yourself. You have an audience!

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>45704224
>Keep things slow and measured.

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>>45702977
Fuck yes, time for cute nazi girls!

Who Grossgermanium here?

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>>45704224

You remember the last time you tried pushing yourself. With that in mind, you keep yourself at a slow, steady pace. Anna does the same, and the two of you manage a decent pace.

As absurd as it may have looked, it certainly worked.

Seeing that there won't be a repeat of last time, the soldiers lose interest and soon return to their own business.

"I think you disappointed them," Anna puffed.

"I can live with that," You answer.

As time goes on the two of you pause, change weights, and continue on steadily. In the end both of you are left panting and covered in sweat. However, you're both happy with your progress.

"How strong do you think we'll get when our powers surface?" Anna asks, fanning herself with her hand.

"Strong enough to do near anything, I think," You guess, doing the same. "An angry Valkyrie is a scary Valkyrie, I've heard."

"Truly, you'll be our fiercest warrior," Anna chuckles.

"Are you saying I have a temper?"

"Only a little."

You suppose you can give her that much, at least.

You both shower and redress, donning clothes several sizes too small. However, with so little on hand, it's better than nothing. The Major promised the three of you with a better wardrobe once you reach Aberdeen, so you have little to complain about.

You reach the port city at nightfall, sailing into dock without incident. A number of the crew go ashore, several promising to bring back sweets and other things requested from the three of you.

(Cont.)

>>45704540
I'm partial to the idea.

>>45704890

For the three of you, as has been the norm, you remain below deck and away from prying eyes. The Major and a few others remain with you in the crew lounge, awaiting the arrival of this mysterious guest. You've learned very little about the man, but he apparently played an important role in the Great War. Though you'd never admit it, you're actually rather excited.

Nearly an hour passes with you idly chatting with your sisters when the door groans open. Through it steps a middle-aged man, his hair brown and speckled gray. He wears a coat over his suit, a pair of glasses giving him a doctorly look to him.

When he sees the three of you, his eyes go wide. For a moment he says nothing, seemingly at a loss for words. Then, he finds his voice, speaking deeply.

"I had thought the Age of the Valkyrie was over," He said. "It relieves me beyond words to know that I was wrong. I am Doctor Orek Berg, a previous member of His Majesty's Valkyrie Corp. I was tasked, alongside others, with bringing Valkyries to their full potential."

He signals to the Major.

"Striener has told me much about you. You have my sympathies for the events leading you here," He said. "Perhaps now we can mark a new beginning of better luck. I'm certain you have questions. I can answer what I can, before we begin."

>Questions?

>Swedish
>Karlsen

1520 never forget

>>45704924
>>Questions?
Are any of the others he mentioned still around?
Whats left of the orders around the valkyries?(like his order)
How does a valkyrie reach their potentional

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>>45704890
>>45704924
O, Britannia!

The nations not so blest as thee,
Must in their turns, to tyrants fall;
While thou shalt flourish great and free,
The dread and envy of them all.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ST353mDWL3Q

>>45705012
Yea, I told him last thread.
Personally since he mentioned a Swedish empire I hold hope for a properly conquered denmark/norway

>>45704924
What will it take to reach our true and full potential?

>>45704924
>Did you know our mother?

>>45705798
second

>>45704924

"Are there any others?" You ask. "Doctors, I mean."

"I fear most of my colleagues are either dead or in hiding, much like myself," Orek admitted. "When the war ended, and the Allies descended on us, there was little we could do but gather who remained and flee into whatever shadow would house us. After all this time, I may be one of the only ones remaining."

Despite the glumness in his tone, he seems eager to answer further questions

"How do you plan on helping us master our powers?" Anna asks.

"Or getting them in the first place?" Emma adds.

"In the older times, when the faith was stronger, Valkyries would mature on their own. However, modern times require equal part magic and science. I won't bore you with details, I will simply say I have the means to begin the process, but little else. There are things that can be done to help you, encourage the process, but they are not in my possession any longer."

"Can we help get it back?" You ask.

(Cont.)

>>45705929

"Perhaps," Orek admits. "However, first you will need to walk before you run. I'm told you will be the leader of your trio. Valkyries most often came in three variants, each one with their own advantages and disadvantages. I would recommend to you the middle path, but the choice is ultimately yours. The two paths you do not choose will fall to your sisters, each to their choosing.

"The first is the Pathfinder. Scouts and harassers, they rely on speed and agility as their main assets. They also possess heightened senses, able to follow trails both human and otherwise. The second is the Magi. Despite her name she is the middle-ground of the Valkyrie, using both speed, magic, and physical prowess in equal part. This was often the role of officers, though not always. Finally, there is the Guardian; slow, but powerful and hearty. She uses vast physical strength and endurance, able to survive blows that would kill other Valkyries. Combined, they are a nightmare to any enemy they come across."

Having begun to pace as he explained, he turns to you.

"So, Miss Sarah. What shall it be?"

Thinking over each, you decide...

>The Pathfinder.
>The Magi.
>The Guardian.

>>45705944
>Guardian
Big sis has your back.

>>45705944
>>The Guardian
Fits us too well not too

>>45705944
>The Guardian

You fucker, Why didn't you wait till I got up?

>>45705944
>>The Guardian.

>>45705944
>>The Magi.

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>>45705944
>The Guardian.
I mean, thematically for Sarah it seems most appropriate.

>>45705944
>The Guardian.

>>45705982
>>45706006
>>45706016
>>45706035
>>45706125
>>45706222
Hey /tg/ what do you think is the most trustworthy news source in England?

>>45705944

"I'll be the Guardian," You decide.

"Often the second choice," Orek nods. "Protective of your sisters? A fitting role, then. Who will be our Magi?"

"I will," Anna volunteers, glancing at Emma. "If that's alright, I mean."

"Works for me," Emma nods.

"Good, good," Orek says. "Shall we begin?"

"One last thing," You say, hands wringing in your lap. "During the war...did you know our mother?"

At that Orek pauses, glancing at the Major briefly before shaking his head.

"I heard of Mrs. Karlsen, but she had long been in the Empire's service when I joined," He admits. "All I heard of her, I only heard in passing."

"Oh," You say, gaze shifting downward. "I see."

"What about mine?" Anna asks.

"Hmmm," The doctor taps his chin. "Mrs. Nilsen, yes? I met her, briefly. A fine woman, and a proud Valkyrie. I'm honored to be the one to help you, Miss Anna."

With that the three of you finally begin your first real step towards becoming a Valkyrie. Alongside a few other men, Orek brings on-board a small lab's worth of equipment. He places himself in the medical bay, acting as both the ship's doctor and your primary physician.

You're the first to begin, and you're lead into the medbay with rising anxiety. The doctor is ranting about the process, but you pay it little mind. You just want to hurry and get it over with.

(Cont.)

>>45706448

You jump onto the medical table and go over far too many questions as Orek pokes and prods you, taking blood and setting an IV. You see a number of different vials lined up of various different sizes and colors. Following your gaze, Orek gives your shoulder an assuring pat.

"The process may cause some minor discomfort, but the largest obstacle will be mental, not physical," He explains.

"I might turn into a fruit?" You ask, your worry clear.

"Of course not," Orek laughs. "I did not earn my position for nothing. No, it has simply been recorded that the process often accompanies the Valkyrie with intense dreaming."

As he explains, two of the men that came with him enter the medbay.

"These men will be assisting me while we see to you," Orek explains. "Most of it will go by quickly. I'm giving you something to ease your nerves, allow us to begin."

You begin to answer, but your mouth stubbornly refuses to work. The world seems to begin to melt and fade from focus.

You go to fall but you feel hands catch you, and with that your world goes dark.

>Roll 1d100.

>>45706473

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>45706473
Come crit

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>45706473
Rev up those ones

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>45706473
Praise Odin!

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>45706473
Better roll something good. We need every bit of potential we can get.

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>45706438
None, Its fucking England. Just like how you can't trust American news sources.

>>45706473
WHAT COULD GO WRONG?

>>45706473

For a time the world and everything around you is gone. You don't know how much time passes, the voice of Orek and his assistants long gone. You seem to float in a void, cold and alone.

Cold?

Gradually, you feel a cool breeze begin to brush against you. You hear the wind whistle through the trees, opening your eyes to find yourself in a forest. Snow covers the ground, and though you're dressed lightly, you don't feel the chill as you should.

You hear something to your left, and when you turn your breath catches in your throat. Before you, the forest is in disarray, partially ablaze. Smoke plumes into the air and bodies litter the ground, the destroyed remains of vehicles smoldering in the snow.

From beyond, something calls for you.

It doesn't shout your name, but still it beckons for you. You feel it, wanting you to draw closer, closer to the death and destruction. Despite what you see, you refuse to be scared.

>Remain where you are.
>Investigate.

>>45706828
>Investigate.

>>45706828
Investigate!

>>45706828
>Investigate

>>45706828
>>Investigate.

>>45706828
>Investigate

Well he didn't say to not trust spooky astral ghosts.

>>45706828
>>Investigate.

>>45706828
>Investigate.

>still no muslim cock taking option

Shitty quest.

>>45707171
Fuck off Mix-mutt.

>>45707171
Settle down Ahmed

>>45706828

You take a few steps forward, listening for anything. However, the only thing you hear is the wind and the crackle of burning wood.

You continue forward, stepping over the bodies that lay around you. You don't recognize either groups, their colors and insignia foreign to you. In the distance you hear the chatter of gunfire, and your heart seizes. Still, you feel the draw, and you continue your journey.

You move you way past one of the vehicles, a monster of metal. Smoke pours from it, a soldier strewn over the side.

Moving around the side, you hear heavy footfalls approaching. Through the smoke comes a bear, impossible tall, taller than anything you've seen before. It's pelt is black as night, its eyes a deep crimson red. It snarls, raising up on its hind legs and roaring.

You shout in alarm, stumbling backwards and falling into the snow. You look up at the creature, bringing your arms up to shield yourself as it raises a clawed hand. Then a shadow flies over you, and the bear roars once more, though this time in alarm.

Lowering your arms, you see a wolf had thrown itself at the beast, throwing it onto its back. As it recovered the wolf bounded back to you, still facing it. Around you, the rest of its pack gathered before you, snarling and baring teeth. The bear answers in kind, but the wolves refuse to give ground. There are half a dozen to its one, each as large as the last.

Finally, the bear seems content, slowly backing away and fading back through the smoke. Satisfied in their victories, the wolves turn from the bear to you. The first one approaches you, and as it closes you find yourself frozen in place.

It looks at you, through you, a pair of ice blue eyes watching you. It licks your nose, something almost like amusement in its eyes as the world begins to melt away once more.

(Cont.)

>>45707561

When you awake you find yourself staring at the ceiling of the medbay. Your body is slow to stir, your mind muddled and groggy. You groan, finding your limbs stiff. As you try and move them, a shape appears above you.

"Welcome back, my dear," Orek greets you. "You were out for quite some time. How do you feel?"

"Like something very un-ladylike," You mutter.

"I see your sense of humor survived intact," He chuckles. "Rest and gather your wits. Your sisters are still recovering."

Word of them spurs you to do just that, eventually gaining the strength to lean up. True to his word Emma and Anna are both asleep, though clearly in a fitful state.

"How long was I asleep?" You ask.

"Nearly a day," Orek says. "You recovered well, all things consider. Are you feeling alright? Anything to comment on?"

>Tell him about what you saw.
>"No, nothing."

>>45707592
>Tell him about what you saw.

>>45707592
>Tell him about what you saw.

>>45707592
>>Tell him about what you saw.

>>45707592
>Tell him about what you saw.

>>45707592
>Tell him what we saw

>>45707592
>"No, nothing."
I remain skeptical of everyone but our sisters until we find out about the world more. We're just following orders at this point, not making decisions about our life.

>>45707592
>Tell him about what you saw.

>>45707592

You tell him about what you saw, though the details seem to fade away the more you try to remember. Nodding all the while, Orek seems unconcerned.

"I've heard similar stories," He says. "I've also heard stranger ones. For now, concentrate on regaining your strength."

Eventually your sisters return to the landing, each as groggy and drained as you were. Despite your concern, Orek assures you all of you performed excellently. Personally, you feel little difference.

"Change will come with time," The doctor explains. "We've given your powers a push in the right direction. Now, we wait for them to manifest. Once they do, we must train them often. Your powers will be as a muscle, requiring usage and exercise to keep strong and able."

"When can we start shooting lightning?" Emma asks.

"Soon enough," Orek chuckles, much to your excitement.

_____________________________

Not stopping all-together, but hitting pause for around an hour while I do some stuff. In the meantime, feel free to ask questions or chat among yourselves.

>>45707998
Is the OP image what we look like?

I don't know about you guys but I think we need more info on our old home, this Order, and the people we are with.

Like, if the Order were established to fight and kill Valkyries for the British government, why are they going against them and trying to kill the Valkyrie children that remain and killing the employees of the facility?

I mean, the brits weren't treating us bad. Yeah, they kept us in a facility, but they didn't experiment on or torture us, and even allowed us a modicum of freedom. Taking us into the town on occasion and even allow us even a bit more when we're good and older like that one dude who was at the new years party.

Hell, maybe the Brits were keeping us there to protect us from the Order. It's possible, cause right now we don't know shit.

>>45708183
The Order aren't brits, they're more teuton/livonian.

>>45708183
Maybe its me being cynical, but the only reason they'd keep us alive would be for the brittish crown to eventually gain the services of valkyries... Why else keep paying for food and board, and even "lessons" (sounds like propaganda)

>>45708690
This.
In the same position as the Brits, I would've killed every single Valk, no matter how young, unless I had an intended use for them.

>>45708846
>>45708690
I would've kept them around as breeding stock, I wonder what else is nooting around if Valkyries were in this.

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>>45708690
>>45708846
>>45709057
Is it so hard to believe that His Majesty is a kind and benevolent ruler, who cares for the preservation of ancient bloodlines that are in danger of being plunged into regrettable extinction by Papist zealots?

Good grief.

>>45709158
>Is it so hard to believe that His Majesty is a kind and benevolent ruler, who cares for the preservation of ancient bloodlines that are in danger of being plunged into regrettable extinction by Papist zealots?
Yes

>>45709158
England, Stop drinking. Your shitposting again.

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>>45709209
>England, Stop drinking.
Never!

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>>45709271

>>45708183
One order of exposition, coming right up!

>>45708146
Indeed it is. I occasionally post pictures when I introduce a new/recurring character or when it amuses me.

>>45707998

Following the activation of your powers, times passes by quickly. Your powers and that of your sisters surface within days, making all of you faster, stronger, and more durable. Though, depending on which, the effects vary. In a few months time Emma is able to move at near break-neck speeds, and you can lift near anything in the ship (something that has turned into a running bet with the crew). As for Anna, she's focused on her magic, both her offensive and defensive skills. Though she lacks a real teacher, the library the ship possesses has all the knowledge in the world regarding Valkyries.

It also holds much of their history. Though you see Emma as more of the scholarly type, you yourselves have delved into the many books to learn more about your enemy. As it turns out, they've been around for far longer than you thought.

The Teutonic Order has existed for hundreds of years, dating back to the days where knights and princesses were more than mere fairy tale. An armed extension of the Cross, it had spent much of its time killing Pagans in the north and east. Eventually they lost power as the Church's influence declined, but upon the resurgence of the Norse faith in the Empire, a much more secretive Order was revived. However, with Germany willingly housing Pagan citizens, the Teutonic lost much of its original founders ancestry.

>>45709482

Funded not by the Church, but instead the nations of Russia, Britain, and France, they had long been enemies of Sweden. Valkyries had often been the key decider in her wars, but when the Great War came the Teutons were prepared. They had found ways to make their own creatures of war, men and women capable of standing up to, and killing, Valkyries. They possessed holy relics from across the world, donned in armor and wielding weapons blessed by saints long dead.

However, when the war ended, and the Central Powers were brought down, they did not halt. Spurred on by the bitter rivalry in Russia, and their own dogma, they continued to hunt down Valkyries that did not take the protection of the Crown. Even then, rumors persist that many that flocked to it found the Order's agents instead. When the Russian Empire fell, and the staunchly anti-religious Soviets took power, the Order vanished in its support from Russia. However, that did not stop them.

Publicly the Teutons have been spurned and admonished for their work, but few outside the Empire have tried to do something for it. And with a quarter of the Empire lost, her economy in shambles, and her people exhausted, there was little she or Germany could do.

Now, all that stands against them are you, your sisters, and the soldiers that have pledged their lives to you. The Major speaks of plans to restore glory to both the German and Swedish Empires, but for now you have to wait. You have to train, and be ready for when the time finally comes to be called upon.

A year passes as you and your sisters further hone your skill aboard the Antilles. By now you all consider yourself true Valkyries, but no one disputes that there is still a long road ahead.

(Cont.)

>>45709503

Then, word comes that spreads like wildfire through the ship. The Major's contacts report word of research station in Greenland, used by the Order to study Norse artifacts and relics. Getting your hands on those could not only improve the growth of your powers, put also arm and armor you with equipment once used by Valkyries of old.

You and your sisters all but fly into the main hold where the majority of the crew wait. In the middle of the crowd, Doctor Orek and the Major are arguing heatedly.

"They're not ready!" The Major growls. "If we send them, and even one is injured-"

"They're already more capable than most of your men here," Orek replies evenly. "This could be our first real chance to get back at the bastards that placed us here!"

A resounding cheer comes from many, but others are clearly with the Major. Upon noting your arrival, the crowd parts and allows you closer. Seeing you, the Major's scowl softens.

"You've heard," He says, already sounding defeated.

"We have," You nod.

At that the Major sighs, a hand coming up to rub his temples. Your safety and that of your sisters has been his main concern from the first day, so you know how much this may pain him. Orek greets you with a smile, eager to hear your words on the subject. Behind you, Emma and Anna stand with you, no matter your choice. The crowd looks to you for an answer.

>"Let us go, Major. We can handle it."
>"If the Major doesn't believe we're ready, then that settles it, Doctor."

>>45709520
>"Let us go, Major. We can handle it."

>>45709520
>"We need to take risks in war, Major. Every battle you keep us back for fear of us being taken out is a battle you yourself take us out of."
>"We think we are ready. But you know the risks and odds better than we do. The call is yours."

>>45709520
>"If the Major doesn't believe we're ready, then that settles it, Doctor."

>>45709520
>Let us go major, We can handle it

FUCK IT, STICK TO THE FAN.

>>45709520
>"Let us go, Major. We can handle it."

>>45709520
>>"We need to take risks in war, Major. Every battle you keep us back for fear of us being taken out is a battle you yourself take us out of."
>"Let us go, Major. We can handle it."

Lyckan står den djärve bi!
(Fortes Fortuna Adiuvat)

>>45709736
>>45709988
>>45710126
>>45710160
I'm going to blame you fucks when one of our sisters die to either a stupid decision or a bad roll.

>>45710241
I kinda want it to happen.
Just a little bit.
I love me some despair and misery.

>>45709520
>"Let us go, Major. We can handle it."

>>45710241
a: That would not be luck favoring the bold, which would go against the saying. Which is obviously impossible.
b: That would make for a very compelling story, right now we have some very vague notions of home and getting back at the people for taking us from it... But its all a matter of ideas and notions, not personal.

>>45709520

You take a step closer to the Major, taking his hand in both of yours.

"We know the risks," You say. "But we've spent all our lives running or hiding. You've started teaching us to stand our ground, to fight for what we believe in. Well, we want to fight. To get back at the people that hurt us."

You lower your head.

"But your the Major. If you don't wish for us to risk it, then we'll follow our orders."

For a moment the Major says nothing, and you remain bowed. Then he squeezes your hand and you look up, unable to see behind his usual stoicism.

"If we do this, you must understand that you won't be practicing with us. The men you'll be facing will be real, their weapons and the threat they pose severe. The time to kill has come. Are you sure you're ready?"

"As we'll ever be," You nod. "Right?"

"Of course," Emma chirps, sharing your confidence. "We'll handle it."

"We're Valkyries beyond just name now," Anna adds. "It's time we prove it."

Defeated, the Major nods and turns to the others.

"So be it," He says. "Today, we take the fight to them."

Once more a cheer erupts from the crowd as you follow the Major away. Despite his protests, he has a number of reports detailing possible locations of the research station. Withdrawing to the Major's officers, it dwindles to five of you. You, your sisters, the Major, and his subordinate.

(Cont.)

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>>45710378

Captain Tobias is a young man compared to many on the ship, roughly into his mid-twenties. Despite his youth, he has proved himself to be a capable man, keeping a ship full of ornery veterans compliant and regulated.

"If you're planning on attacking the Order, you'll need help," The Major says. "Tobias and a platoon of us will support your assault on the station."

"We'll do everything we can to get you through this," Tobias says. "To begin, how would you like for us to perform the assault? We'll help where we can, but you may need to pick up any slack."

You decide...

>"You'll attack first, gain their focus, then we'll flank them."
>"We go in together, as a team."
>"We'll go in first, disperse them, and you come in to clean up the rest."

>>45710397
>"You'll attack first, gain their focus, then we'll flank them."

>>45710397
>>"We go in together, as a team."
Even if we're Valkyries, asking the inexperienced girls to plan an assault is stupid.

>>45710397
>>"We go in together, as a team."
>>45710437
second

>>45710397
>"You'll attack first, gain their focus, then we'll flank them."
Since they don't know about us, we'll be most effective attacking from an unexpected angle. Sending the platoon as a diversion would probably be best.

>>45710397
>We go in togeather as a team.

>>45710437
Teamwork wins always

>>45710397
>"We go in together, as a team."
Better to just go with the flow the first time around.

>>45710397

"Shouldn't the soldier be planning our strategy, not the school girls?" You ask dryly.

"I simply thought it best if you spoke your own opinion," Tobias answers, flushing lightly. It was easy to do that. "We're a team, after all."

"And we should act like one," You nod. "We'll attack as one, cover each others backs. We may be Valkyries, but this will be our first fight. Best we be among good company for the experience."

"This won't be the first time we've had run-ins with the Order," Tobias grins. "It'll be nice to have the advantage for once."

With that settled you set course for Greenland; yet another thing on the long list of things needing returning. The mood on the ship is positive, despite the anxiety you feel. The three of you have practiced with firearms, even been shot at a few times for experience's sake, but this was real. Now you would be fighting real people, and killing them too. The thought both terrified and excited you.

Despite your growing powers Tobias has taught you more pragmatic skills. Namely, hand-to-hand combat and basic knowledge of how to use a firearm. Your new strength means you can manage even the most cumbersome weapon with little effort.

As the day grows near and final preparations begin, you descend to the armory. Though you're on the run, the Antilles sports a respectable armory, courtesy of allies within the Wiemar Republic.

Gearing up, you decide on...

>Light Armor
>Medium Armor
>Heavy Armor

>Rifle
>SMG
>LMG

>>45710746
>Medium Armor
>Rifle

>>45710746
>Heavy Armor
>LMG
We Heavy Unit, we take Heavy gear.

>>45710746
>Heavy, LMG

We're the Guardian remember?

>>45710746
>Heavy Armor
>LMG
WE ARE THE MOTHER FUCKING TANK!

>>45710816
Are you calling Sarah fat, anon!?

>>45710746
>Heavy Armor
>LMG
We want to make ourselves look big and threatening so no one else gets shot.

Not tactically the best choice, but one that is, I think, in character.

>>45710746
>Medium Armor
>Rifle
What kind of rifle are we getting in 1929?

>>45710746
>Heavy Armor
>LMG
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aEYViV8p-Ow

>>45710746
GO BIG OR GO HOME

>Heavy Armor
>LMG

>>45710746
>Heavy Armor
>LMG

>>45710866
hmmm, if it's the front line stuff, it will be the Kar98 iIRc.

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>>45710746

Though it gave you mild ridicule, you had armor specifically designed for you for when you had to fight. As such, the body armor is small, compact, and filled with layers that would crush a normal girl. Ensuring it was in place, you jog in place for several seconds, getting a feel for it.

"You look like a doof," Anna snickers.

"A heavily protected doof," You reply, flicking her hat. "How is that supposed to help?"

"I-It's a radio, and be careful!" Anna whines, protecting the headset cupped to one of her ears. "I can use it to contact the ship, or the others if we get separated."

"So long as it doesn't get jostled too much," Emma notes. "Best you be careful."

"Sarah!"

You turn to see Tobias approaching, arms filled with a massive weapon. Your eyes sparkle as he stops in front of you, offering it. Excitedly you take it with one hand, the other coming to rest on the fold-down stock at the end as you strike a pose.

"Maschinengewehr 34," Tobias explains proudly. "A product of glorious German gunsmiths. A prototype, and one of the first of its kind. It will make the guns of the past look like toys in comparison."

"Whoa," Emma gasps. "How can you hold that thing?"

"Easy," You say, swinging it towards her. "Wanna try?"

"I'll leave the heavy lifting to you," She declines.

"How did you manage to come across this?" You ask.

"I helped the Major pull a few strings," Tobias shrugs. "It was nothing, really."

>"Thank you, Tobias."
>"Then you won't mind if I ask for more in the future?"
>"This is awesome! Thank you!"

>>45711144
>"This is awesome! Thank you!"
>"Then you won't mind if I ask for more in the future?"

>>45711144
>Then you won't mind if I ask for more in the future.

>>45711144
>>"Thank you, Tobias."

>>45711144
>"Then you won't mind if I ask for more in the future?"
>"This is awesome! Thank you!"

>>45711144
>"This is awesome! Thank you!"
It is actually pretty awesome.

If Anna is Yuu and we're Shiranui was it ever shown how Emma looks like?

>>45711368
The second image of the first thread showed Emma. The previous picture was Anna in her battle gear.

>>45711144

"This is awesome, thank you!" You giggle excitedly, jumping up and hugging his neck.

"Ow, ow, ow," Tobias mutters as the gun is crushed between your arm and his neck.

"Sorry," You smile meekly, becoming the epitome of innocence. "Does this mean you won't mind if I ask for more in the future?"

"Now hold on a second," Tobias starts, clearly uncertain about such a proposal.

You heckle him for several more minutes before relenting, instead turning your focus to lavishly loading and preparing your new firearm. You'd managed an older Great War variant, but it had been simpler and clunkier. This thing was...amazing.

"If you're done drooling, we're an hour out," Emma calls, and you realize the rest of the armory is near empty.

"Coming!" You answer, taking off after her.

You make it topside to find Tobias and the other already beginning to load onto boats. The Antilles would wait for them a short ways offshore, but the rest of the way would be by smaller boats capable of a quick getaway.

As you prepare to join them, you consider trying out your wings. You've done a few basic aerobatics before, and you feel you have a decent nack for staying in the air.

You decide...

>Fly to shore, scout ahead while the other catch up.
>Join the others, stay with the group.

>>45711505
>Join the others, stay with the group.
Stick to the plan.

>>45711505
>Join the others, stay with the group.

>>45711505
>Join the others, stay with the group.
Let's not mess up just yet. We're not even the scout.

>>45711505
>Join the others, stay with the group.

>>45711505
>Join the others, stay with the group.
Best to save the wings as a surprise to the enemy.

>>45711505
>join the others, stay with the group.

>>45711786
Vegeta quit browsing /tg/, You have training to do if you want to get back at Kabuya.

>>45711950
I AM ALREADY THE STRONGEST OF ALL, I DON'T NEED TRAINING.

>>45711505

You decide to save that particular surprise for later, instead joining your sisters as they board their own vessel. While the soldiers around you are bundled up from the cold, the three of you are merely dressed in your armor and little more. Not that you need it.

"Steady," Tobias calls as you begin to descend, landing in the water a few moments later. The lines are pulled away, and with that, you begin forward.

There are three boats to your team, each holding a dozen people. Despite the lax atmosphere of the ship, the soldiers now are armed and ready to go, a clear turnaround from their usual attitude.

"When the fighting starts, keep close to the Valkyrie," Tobias relays to his men. "We cover them, they cover us. All goes well, we end with a lot of dead Teutons."

The others seem eager to get to just that. You have a hard time saying otherwise yourself.

Clustered together, the three of you look at one another with your weapons and armor. Anna is in her gear with her radio, a rifle slung over her shoulder. Emma is dressed in a medium set of armor, a submachine gun at her hip.

"Are you ready for this?" You ask them.

"Not at all," Anna replies.

"Debatable," Emma answers.

You all stare in silence for a moment before grinning.

"We'll manage like we always do," You assure them. "So long as we work together."

Greenland draws nearer and nearer, an unwelcoming rock of ice and snow. You make landfall a short time later, pulling the boats ashore as Tobias dispatches scouts alongside Anna.

"Besides you, we have one heavy weapon team and assorted small arms," Tobias says. "If we end up in a pinch, some cover would be greatly appreciated."

"Will do," You nod. "Just say the word."

(Cont.)

>>45712178

With the boats secured the rest of you advance to meet with the scouts. You find them a short while later just below the tip of a ridge line.

"It's just over this," Anna says, her excitement only matched by her anxiety. "A small encampment, give or take twenty men. It looks like it leads underground, though."

Tobias looks to the men he sent with her, who simply shrug, unable to add anymore.

With that Tobias fans out his platoon, taking up position just out of sight. You risk a peek over, seeing below you what looks more like a whaling camp than the hideout of a religious order. Though you suppose that's the point.

You look to Tobias who nods. He holds up three fingers.

Two.

One.

>Roll 1d100

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>45712208
We still using Roll under?

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>45712208

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>45712208
Let's jam

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>45712208
WE'RE ALL DEAD

>>45712259
Thats some good jam

>>45712259
Oh, thank the gods.

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>>45712208

As one you raise up along the ridge line, dozens of guns leveling on the camp.

Rifles crack and lighter guns chatter, but your gun puts them all to shame. It roars like a beast possessed, chewing bullets as quickly as you can feed it. You stamp your feet into the snow and steady your hand, raking the gun back and forth across the camp. Men that had previously been talking among themselves or patrolling were nor scrambling for cover, or unlucky enough to be caught out in the open and cut down.

You had worried what would happen when you killed your first man. Now, you're on too much of an adrenaline rush to care. All too quickly your gun falls silent, the barrel streaming smoke.

Around you, a cry erupts as Tobias and his men advance.

"Go!" You order your sisters, remaining still to reload. "Cover them!"

"Right!" They shout in unison, following the soldiers.

By then the defenders had begun to recover, but they were still kept low as Tobias and his men fired as they advanced. A watch tower threw aside its cover to reveal the heavy gun emplacement beneath. Stopping, Anna threw back her hand into the air, held upward and open.

Within it grew a ball of light, and a moment later lightning crackled at her fingertips. With a grunt she threw the spear of light, moving forward with the momentum. It impacted the tower squarely, exploding it and sending debris flying. By the time you reload the others have reached the outskirts of the camp, finding cover among the various buildings and supplies strewn across the landscape.

Huffing, you begin your own way forward to catch up. However, as the fighting rages, the distance doesn't lessen fast enough to your liking.

>Hoof it, pick up the pace!
>Forget this. Time for flight!

>Roll 1d100

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>45712623
>>Hoof it, pick up the pace!

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>45712623
>>Hoof it, pick up the pace!

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>45712623
>Hoof it, pick up the pace

>>45712623
>Hoof it, pick up the pace!

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>45712623
>Hoof it, pick up the pace!

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>45712623
>Forget this. Time for flight!

We're the tank, might as well attract some attention.

>>45712804
Even tanks get blown up dawg.
We're heavy and slow, and flying around would probably get us seriously injured, if not outright killed.

>>45712623

You grit your teeth and run, having more trouble with the snow than your armor. Ahead of you, an explosion sends pieces of men and materials flying, their colors showing them to be that of the Order.

You catch up with Tobias and the others to find them finally meeting serious resistance. A number of the guards had been killed in the initial confusion, but more had begun to surface from a number of different entrances scattered across the camp.

"Glad you could rejoin us!" Tobias says when he sees you.

"How are the others?" You ask.

A serious of explosions, smaller than before, rock the camp.

"Doing well enough, I think," Tobias comments dryly.

Mindful of your ammunition, you rejoin the push with more reserve on your trigger finger. Your advance with little regard for cover, bullets deflecting off your armor or simply whizzing by. You answer with short, controlled bursts at whatever cluster of Order troops gains your attention.

"Grenade!" Someone calls, and a more earthly explosions sounds to your right. Gasping, you see several of Tobias' men torn asunder, a few moving, most not. In a near flash Emma comes skidding to a halt by them, attempting to pick up the wounded and move them from danger.

>"Em! Back in the fight! Now!"
>"Tobias, we need to cover Em!"

>Roll 1d100

Rolled 74 (1d100)

>>45712941
>Tobias, we need to cover Em

FUCKING MEDICCCCSSSS

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>45712941
>>"Tobias, we need to cover Em!"

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>45712941
>"Tobias, we need to cover Em!"
She's so fucked.

>>45712941
So when do we fall in love with a handsome young infantry officer?

And when we're made Empress of the restored Swedish Baltic Empire, can we make him our consort?

>>45713206
>So when do we fall in love with a handsome young infantry officer?
ib4 he gets tragically killed, and we are forced to the brink of despair as we blamed ourselves for being unable to save him.

>>45712941

"Tobias, we need to cover Em!" You call.

"Right!" Tobias answers. "Hold and defend!"

His men plant their feet and halt their feet, reforming ranks to cover the gap made by the grenade. You place yourself between Emma and the enemy, answering any attempts to shoot past you wish a hail of death and destruction.

The Teutonic troops sense your pause and begin to try and push, now equally numbering you as additional men continue to appear from underground.

"How many damn men do they have?" A sergeant growls.

"Doesn't matter!" You shout. "We'll kill them all!"

The others seem to agree with your thoughts, and continue to lay into the defenders. On Tobias' call grenades are flung, explosions rippling across the camp ahead of you. Briefly turning back, you see Emma is making good progress evacuating the wounded.

Looking back, you see that the Teutons have suddenly had a change of heart. They've begun to retreat back where they came from, attempting to seal the doors behind them.

"Oh no you don't!" You growl, charging forward.

"Close it, close it, damn you!" A Teuton sergeant screams as you close on them.

>1d100

>>45713274
God I hate you miseryfags, You're worse than cockroaches.

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>45713299

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>45713299
Let the good times roll!

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>45713299

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>45713299
SMASHHH
>>45713342
your a good guy anon

>>45713313
Sorry. But when we're talking about Valkyries, this kind of things are part and parcel to their stories.

But, yes. A dutiful officer husbando is something I look forward to in this quest.

>>45713342
Teuton pain looks very very imminent

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>45713299

>>45713440
What's the source material for this? I know obviously one of the world wars (I get them confused), but I don't know what Valks we're talking about here.

>>45713299

The door slides shut with a resounding thud.

Against your palm.

With a battle cry you send the door flying behind you, tearing the entire thing free and careening into the air. The Teuton Sergeant is inches away from you, as surprised as you are that you managed to pull that off.

All the same, you grab him by the face and fling him just as easily behind you.

You look back at his men, grinning madly.

"You fear the Devil?" You laugh. "HERE SHE IS!"

The remaining Teutons scramble backwards, fleeing farther down the hall. Leveling your gun, you ensure none of them ever make it. At the very end you see soldiers running, and from within klaxons are blaring.

Behind you, the remainder of Tobias' platoon are gathering. Seeing the Captain approaching, you take a breath to calm your nerves, turning back to face him.

"Casualties?" You ask.

"Three dead," He answers, face grim. "Six wounded and still breathing, thanks to Emma."

He looks behind you at the hallway within.

"They've sealed up the other doors tight, but with some encouragement we could pry them open. It would draw pressure off of you, and give us a chance to find something on our own," Tobias mused. "Or I could leave the bulk of my men here, ensure none of them try to escape, and search for other exits on the surface."

Looking back down the hall, you decide...

>"Keep some of your men back. Best we make sure our own exit is secure."
>"Let me see those doors. I'll get them for you."

>>45713643
>"Keep some of your men back. Best we make sure our own exit is secure."
>"Let me see those doors. I'll get them for you."

>>45713643
>>"Keep some of your men back. Best we make sure our own exit is secure."
Always gotta make sure your exit is secure.

>>45713643
>Keep some men behind so we don't lose our exit, Let me open some doors its a good work out.

>>45713643
>"Let me see those doors. I'll get them for you."

>>45713643
>"Keep some of your men back. Best we make sure our own exit is secure."

>>45713643
>"Keep some of your men back. Best we make sure our own exit is secure."

Also,
>Leveling your gun, you ensure none of them ever make it.
Holy shit.

>>45713945
We sure went from being green to Born to Kill fast.

>>45713993
We're a Valkyrie, We literally ARE born to kill.

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>>45713945
>>45713993
This is how I picture us right now.

>>45714019
We were born to choose the dead, Anon.

But there's nothing saying we can't help the All-father fill his feast hall faster.

>>45713643
>>"Keep some of your men back. Best we make sure our own exit is secure."

>>45713603
Valks from myth tends to meet tragic fates. Most of the named ones anyway. The most famous would be Brunhild from the Nibelung saga.

If we're talking valks from modern media, Valkyria Chronicles? Also the Valkyrie squadron from Muv-Luv Alternative. They all died messily. Most of them.

>>45714145
That doesn't mean that has to be OUR fate.

>>45714184
You can't fight Fate.
Even if you did, it would only be because you were meant to fight it, and therefore still following Fate's plan.

>>45713643

"Keep some of your men back," You suggest. "I'd rather we have an exit of our own when we need it."

"I'll see it done," Tobias nods, briefly leaving to speak with his men.

As he does, Emma and Anna appear at your side, both weary but grinning.

"Did you see what I did?" Anna asks. "I shot LIGHTNING at those guys!"

"I think we make a good team," Emma notes. "Us and Tobias, I mean."

"I can agree with that," You nod. "Good work back there, Em. And not too shabby with the lightning either, Anna."

Both of them are pleased at the comments, and soon after Tobias returns with a dozen men. The others take place around the camp, watching for outsiders and beginning the search for other exits.

"In we go," You say, leading the way.

Farther inside, the sound of klaxons grows louder as you advance. You make it to the end of the hall, prepare to make a right, and immediately backpedal as gunfire pours down towards you.

"That's going to be a problem," Tobias notes.

"Suggestions?" You ask.

Wordlessly, Tobias signals to one of his men. In turn, the man tosses him a satchel. Reaching inside, he pulls free a pin and walks to the edge of the hall, swinging the satchel several times before sending it flying down the hall. Bullets fly by in answer, abruptly cut off as an explosion nearly deafens you. You wince and cover your ears, your sisters doing the same while the soldiers merely wait.

"Try again," Tobias suggests.

"What?!" You ask.

"Try again!" Tobias says, louder this time.

Though briefly uncertain, you take another step out and see smoke billowing from where there had previously been gunfire. You signal for the others to follow and advance. What remains of Order soldiers litter the ground, and your stomach threatens to empty itself as the stench hits you. From the sound behind you, Anna isn't so lucky.

(Cont.)

>>45714211
And you didn't fucking read what I said, I said that doesn't have to be our fate, Not that we'd fight it.

>>45714216

"This isn't going away anytime soon," Emma murmurs, a handkerchief placed over her mouth.

The hall gives way to three different routes, each one labeled in a language you don't know.

"Russia," The sergeant from before grunts. "'Barracks,' 'Lab,' and 'Chapel.'"

"Should we divide our efforts, clear house?" The sergeant asks.

"I'd prefer to remain together, but we'll manage," Tobias shrugs, looking to you.

>"We stay together."
>"Three choices, Three Valkyries."

As for where you go, you choose...

>Barracks
>Lab
>Chapel

>>45714249
>"We stay together."
>Lab
NEVER SPLIT THE PARTY AND STICK TO THE PLAN!

>>45714249
>"We stay together."
>Lab

>>45714249
>"We stay together."
>Lab

>>45714211
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=089zWlByOPs

why was i reminded of this :l

>>45714249
>"We stay together."
>Barracks

>>45714249
>"We stay together."
>Lab
If I was experimenting on ancient artifacts I'd keep them in the lab.

>>45714249
>"We stay together."
>Lab

>>45714249
>We stay together
>Lab

They would've headed to get armed, so the barracks would be empty. Gotta stop them from destroying the shit we came for.

>>45708183
Obviously the Revolutionaries are the ones who stormed the facility and kidnapped the girls. For all we know, Mathias was a plant of theirs, and he's alive.

They lied to us and told us it was the Order who sacked the school, because otherwise, we'd be like "YOU KILLED ALL MY FRIENDS YOU FAGS REEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

>>45714249

"We don't know how big this place really is," You say. "We keep together, get what we came for, and leave."

"A plan I can follow," Tobias nods, signaling for you to take the lead.

From a rough estimate alone at least forty Order soldiers have been killed, with at least two dozen making it back into the bunker. However, with the maze-like structure of it, you only run into sporadic resistance, and more often than not they prefer to flee rather than fight.

At least until you reach the entrance to the lab proper.

In a similar situation to before, your first step into the open results in a hail of gunfire. However, this time grenades are also thrown.

"Back!" Tobias barks, grabbing you and more or less throwing you aside.

You land roughly against the wall, but more or less intact. You and the others backpedal away from the blasts, Anna stepping forward and holding up her hands. To your amazement, stray pieces of shrapnel and other debris pause from flying towards you, instead stopping mid-air.

"This...is not...as easy...as it looks," Anna grunts, arms beginning to shake. Finally she lowers them and the pieces clamor to the ground.

"We already used our satchel charge," Tobias says. "It sounds like we're going to need more than a few grenades to crack that corridor open."

"No way we're going to be able to shoot back without getting butchered," The sergeant notes. "Unless you have ideas, Valkyrie, we're stuck."

"Gimme a minute," You say, looking back at the now bullet-ridden corridor.

(Cont.)

>>45714720

You could try and get Anna to put up her shield again, then walk behind her and get rid of them yourself. You also remember the time she supercharged a can of pop as a way of getting back at you for the headlock you gave her. You think it could apply to a grenade...you think. Either options would drain her further though, and by the looks of it she can't take much more.

You could also try and get Emma to try and find another way in. Bunkers like these had to have ventilation shafts in order to breath, right? Maybe she could find a way through, being the most nimble and in-order.

A testing barrage sounded once more, as if to remind you of your situation.

Not sure how much time you have, you decide on...

>Shield wall.
>Super-charged grenade.
>Air vent.
>Other?

Valkyrie Quest welcomes creative anons.

>>45714745
Hows our armor hold up against bullets?

>>45714745

>Air vent.
Give her some grenades as well and she'll be right as rain.

>>45714745
What kind of magic do gusrdians get? Because if we have a shield or damage reduction use it now if not

Would casting a small shield over us be less drsining for Anna because we can take a beating to begin with, if we can break the line the rest can follow safely

>>45714745
We have any smoke nads?

>>45714849
>go into vent
>make a lot of noise cause that's noisy as fuck
>they hear you
>fill the vent full of bullets

>>45714845
>>45714861

Your armor's taken some minor damage, but can still block a few decent hits. Your magic is fairly limited, though in theory you can do the same thing as Anna. In theory; you've never tried it before, but you're open to the challenge.

>>45714875
A quick search shows that you have a pair of smoke grenades, though that still leave a severe lack of knowing what sort of cover there is, if any, and how many Order troops there are.

>>45714961
We got a shiny knife or mirror?

>>45714907
what if we decoy into the vents and distract while the rest of them lob nades and after the explosions we drop down and the rest of them rush with us?

>>45714745
>Supercharge a nade and throw it along with a smoke, After it's blown up lay down a shitton of fire with our LMG til there's only bloody chunks left.

>>45715046
Supporting.

>>45715046
Yeah supporting. Sounds better than my shitty distraction idea i guess.

>>45715046
>its gonna blow up in our face

>>45713313
>God I hate you miseryfags, You're worse than cockroaches.
At least they're better than roleplayers. "Muh narrative, Muh immershun, Muh metagayman, Muh OOC in IC, Muh you're a that guy!" asking the GM to describe some irrelevant feelzy/plot bullshit while some of us are trying to build top tier characters and wreck combat encounters by rolling some dice

>>45715046
That's kinda risky, enemy has grenades too, if anyone survives the charged one first thing they'd do is throw their own grenade into the smoke.

>>45714745
>Shield wall
If we have same abilities as Anna we could assist in keeping the shield up too as a last resort.

>>45714745

"Anna?" You say, moving closer to her. "Anna, listen."

"I'm here," She nods. "I'm...I'm good. What's up?"

"Remember that trick with the can?"

"Mmhmm."

"I need you to do it again with something else."

Her fatigue briefly halts as she lays eyes on the grenade in your hand. Swallowing, she nods and presses her hands against it. She closes her eyes in concentration, and after a few moments it begins to burn hot in your hand. Grabbing the pin, you pull it and throw it around the corner.

"Down!" You shout, bracing.

Roll 1d100.

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>45715368
All good rolls come to an end

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>45715368

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>45715368

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>45715368

>>45715384
>>45715387
Not yet, it seems

>>45715417
I fearfully await when the Dice Gods turn on us.
So far nothing bad has happened, which means something terrible will eventually.

>>45715368

Thunder booms.

Your ears ring once more, this time worse than before. You head aches, and you're briefly disoriented. You blink away stars and force yourself upright. Though you can't hear anything, you can at least have a valid excuse to ignore Tobias as you rush around the corner.

The entrance to the lab is in complete shambles. Lightning marks scorch the walls, floor, and ceiling. Barricades meant to resist incoming attacks have been reduced to rubble, the defenders to ashes. The ground seems to steam from the heat still cooling.

The others join you as your hearing begins to recover once more.

"You're never doing that again," Tobias tells you.

"I agree," You mutter, bracing yourself.

The door to the lab is a massive slab of concrete. It looks formidable enough to withstand multiple explosive charges.

Too bad it's facing a thirteen year old girl.

You take old on one of the two hinges and begin to pull. The metal groans, but it doesn't buckle as easily as you would have liked.

"Try again," Emma tells you, signaling you to her side. "I don't have as much kick as you, but I'm close enough. On three?"

You brace yourself.

"Three!" You shout.

Both of you lunge forward, colliding with the metal. The force sends concrete flying and metal sparking. The door folds in on itself, yet remains upright.

A swift kick from you and it topples backwards.

Within, you see a stainless white room filled with lab equipment; much less modest than Orek's own shop. Along with the equipment are several different tables and displays of various artifacts. On the walls, schematics and sketches of Norse heroes and relics are everywhere.

Standing in the center of the room, smiling politely at you all, is a short man, hardly over four feet, donned in a lab coat.

"Hello," He greets you. "You must be Sarah."

>Shoot him.
>"How do you know my name?"
>Punch him.
>Other?

>>45715665
>Train our weapon on him
>"How do you know my name?"

>>45715665
>Other?
Ignore him and look at the artifacts.

>>45715665
>How do you know my name?

>>45715665
>Shoot him
No time, keep moving

>>45715746
As in shoot him if he moves to grab something or walks over to something.

>>45715665
>Shoot him.

>>45715665
The thirst for blood too stronk
>Shoot him.

Damn man, you guys don't even want to ask questions before ventilating the guy?

>>45715776
>>45715782
>>45715811
Guys! He might be one of the doctors buddies and they're forcing him to work for them.

>>45715665
>"How do you know my name?"

>>45715832
We're a little girl in heavy armor, with an LMG, being shot at and killing people on our first mission. We're high on bloodlust.

>>45715832
In all honesty I'd drill him after he said my name, but plot. I mean, we already know they all want to kill us, so there's really no point to leave him alive.

>>45715665
>>Shoot him.

>>45715881
See>>45715855

>>45715665
>Punch him.
We shouldn't just kill him but we want to hurt him.

>>45715899
>>Shoot him.
>>
I sense samefaggotry.

>>45715665
>"How do you know my name?"

>>45715665
>>How do you know my name?

>>45715665
>Other?
"Hands where I can see them"
while pointing the lmg at him

>>45715933
>highlight choice
>copy
>click post link
>automatically pastes copied text with an >
>end up with >>
I don't know about your setup, but that's what I get and I'm not gonna bother deleting one arrow just to satisfy your "samefag sense".

>>45715665
>"How do you know my name?"

As tempting as it is to shitpost, something like 50% of my 4chan 1day and 3day bans come from /tg/ nowadays, which is strange since I spend far more time being active on /v/, /vg/, and [s4s]. Was this board always this banhappy?

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>>45715665

Ever since the fighting started something...else had taken over. You shouldn't be this willing, this able to kill people. Yet here you stand.

And damn it all if you don't enjoy it.

You level your gun and fire, emptying the remainder of your current strip of ammunition on him. It's excessive, but you're pissed.

Your cocksure attitude mildly dips when you lower your gun and find him still there.

"For shame," The doctor tuts. "Such temper. No way for a true Valkyrie to act at all, my dear."

"Why aren't you dead?" You ask, gaping at the bullets implanted in the invisible wall before him.

"I ask myself that very same question every day," He chuckles softly. "But I'm afraid your time here has come to an end, as has mine. But, alas. A parting gift."

He reaches over to a nearby table and tosses something towards you, which you deftly catch. Turning it over in your palm, you find it to be a featureless blue pearl. You look up at the man, your anger and confusion growing in equal measure.

"Should you survive this, perhaps you'll find some use from it. Perhaps you'll see clearer upon our next meeting," He bows. "Until then, Cherebus will see you out."

Before him materializes a great knight, standing far above any man in the room, his helmet nearly touching the ceiling. His sword crackles with a blue energy, his shield holding the crest of the Order. His very presence floods you with dread.

As he finishes coming into being, he plants his feet, raises his shield, and readies his sword.

>He wants a fight? I'll give him one!
>We're in over our heads. Run!

>>45716123
>We're in over our heads. Tactical Withdrawal.

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>45716123
Bash him with anything that looks like an Axe or a Mace or perhaps a Spear.

>>45716123
>We're in over our heads. Grab the nearest shiny thing and run.

>>45716123
i'm voting for this and the roll >>45716202

>>45716123
>>He wants a fight? I'll give him one!
BLOODLUST

>>45716210
Second.

>>45716123
>>45716202
This roll is a good omen.
>He wants a fight? I'll give him one!

Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>45716123
>He wants a fight? I'll give him one!

That glowing sword? We want that.

>>45716202
>>45716221
>>45716255
>inb4 its a ruse
>when we actually roll we get 100

>>45716123
>We're in over our heads. Grab the nearest shiny thing and run.
>>45716202
>>45716224
>>45716255
>>45716264
My god you fuckers are retarded, We're a Valkyrie not a fucking berserker.

>>45716279
Even gods can bleed anon.

>>45716123
>We're in over our heads. Grab the nearest shiny thing and run.

>>45716284
We're a 13 year old girl killing people.
If you wanna tell me you wouldn't be fucked up one way or another in that situation, I'm gonna call you a liar.

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>>45716284
BERSERKER OF TROG SMASH

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>>45716284
We can be both.

Rolled 19, 98, 93, 55, 80, 63, 69, 6, 41, 52, 4, 48, 72 = 700 (13d100)

>>45716279
But anon, all the next 12 rolls are actually pretty good, we need to go pretty deep to get close to 100.

>>45716284
Fine, how about
>tactical withdrawal down hallway, pouring fire on the melee knight as it advances

If the boolits do nothing we could still escape... If we manage to kill it we can go back and get that sweet sweet research.

>>45716324
I wouldn't be a goddamned idiot though and try and fight a fucking giant armored fuck with a clearly magical sword and shield in close quarters though, Because I'm not suicidal.

>>45716324
Being fucked up and running away from a extra tall knight in armour with a glowing sword aren't mutually exclusive.

LEONARDO WON

>>45716378
Knight Man is weak to Yamato man tho.

>but he's not knight man

We're in a CAPITAL OF SCIENCE you dumbfuck, and he's literally in knight armor, and part of a knight order. He's knight man.
Hit him with a spear. It's super effective.

>>45716399
Sounds like a good omen to fight.

So it's five grab and run vs three smash and thrash.

Because I am a benevolent/amused god, I'll let you guys, rather than smack Cherebus in the gabber, free reign to use that three for a free pick of a MuGuffin on the magical table of gib.

Sound fair?

>>45716123
>He wants a fight? I'll give him one!

>>45716430
Only if it kills it, Otherwise no deal.

>>45716430
Fine with me boss.

>>45716430
I don't like that.

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>45716430
Are there any items that allow for greater intelligence-gathering or long-range spying?
Or any items that allow for mind control / charming?
If not, take the item that allows fast travel for as many people as possible.

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>45716430
As long as we get some cool thing I'm fine without going for a suicide attempt.

>>45716471
>>45716476
>>45716486
Can you repeat the question?

>>45716430
What kinda McGuffin are we talking about here?

>>45716430
COME THOR'S HAMMER! WE ARE WORTHY

>>45716529
Norse. Magic. Dangerous to some degree.

>>45716529
I dunno.

It might be something that allows us greater ability to plan our attacks,
or something we can sacrifice to keep an ally alive,
or maybe something meta like "gives us 1 reroll once per session"
Or perhaps it's some fetish shit like "makes you grow 30 meters tall, gives you a penis, and makes your feet smell really bad"
I dunno.

>>45716430
If we can't beat the knight, we shouldn't get shit.

>>45716430
Pssstttt is Dainsleif on the tables?

>>45716542
>>45716588
You shame our Valkyrie ancestors for not choosing Freyr's sword!

>>45716588
>dainsleif
>whats that
>check description
Stormbringer.
You want to get Stormbringer.
Good lord that's not gonna end well.
OP, do it.

>>45716519
Sorry, I tend to speak gibberish on occasion.

Simply put, some people want to stand and fight while others want to grab the most valuable thing they see and bolt. I was offering a compromise to allow you guys, rather than a chance of something decent, listing three options (my immediate idea is a sword, an axe, or a possible mini-companion and letting you guys pick among yourselves which one you wanted.

Or, we can roll with the hit, and see what happens and possibly pump more info out of the doctor. I honestly wasn't expecting this to happen, but am willing to roll with the punches.

Simply offering both parties an option.

Does that help clear things up for everybody?

>>45716647
Mini companion please.

>but the sword does
Mini companion thanks.

>THE AXE IS LITERALLY
don't care, Mini companion.

Made my choice.

>>45716647
>Or, we can roll with the hit, and see what happens and possibly pump more info out of the doctor. I honestly wasn't expecting this to happen, but am willing to roll with the punches.
By roll with the hit you mean using the three here>>45716202
right?

>>45716647
Eh, I'd say either Fight, and if we win get cool shit, or we flee with our lives.
No middle ground, at least not on this.

>>45716623
I don't actually know what Freyr's sword does/is called. Only a few Norse weapons do I actually know.

>>45716628
Dainsleif is a sword made by the dwarf Dain. The sword is cursed, once drawn it must kill a man before it can be returned to the sheath. A strike from this cursed sword, never failed to kill or cause a serious wound that never healed. Might be wrong though

>>45716647
WE KICK HIS ASS, WITH WHATEVER WE CAN GRAB.

>>45716683
I believe so.

>>45716683
>using the 3
No

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>45716647
I agree with the poster below me, and use my 1d100 to support whatever it is he (she?) chooses to do.

>>45716647
Not the most fun resolution but I'm fine with this. Yea sounds good.

>Axe
Out of those three

>>45716719
Mini companion.

>>45716709
You aren't the bloody Qm, So how about you up the shut fuck?

>>45716747
If u get [TRIGGERED] by some dude with opinions u kno he jus' gon opinion harder rite?

>>45716747
How about you stop begging for your handouts and freebies?

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>>45716791
Please sir may I have a free (You)?

I even included a picture of Undertale with my post, to increase my chances of (You)s.

Well, before things get outta hand I'll keep this train going and move onto less bumpy ground. QM pants = on.

>>45716123

"No."

"Pardon?" The doctor tilts his head, confused.

"No," You repeat, dropping your gun and walking forward.

The knight hesitates, uncertain how to react. You take advantage of his confusion and walk right up to him. He's at least twice your size, and has to crane his neck to look at you. He even takes an uneasy, questioning step back.

"I'M DONE RUNNING!" You shout, jumping up into the air.

For the briefest moment you're suspended in air, eye level with the knight.

Then you rear back your head and bring it crashing back into his. Your world explodes into stars and colors, but you land on your feed and hear heavy feet stumbling. Looking up, you see the knight down on one knee, his helmet partially collapsed inward.

Behind him the Doctor stares, wide-eyed.

"I see," He stares, something looking suspiciously like pride etched onto his face. "You truly are you mother's daughter. Very well, then. Have your spoils."

With that he gives you a small nod before laying a hand on the great knights shoulder. A gust of wind blows you backwards, and a moment later they're gone. You pause, uncertain if they're truly gone. Then, when nothing happens, you turn back to the others.

You go to speak, but you're too busy falling forward, unconscious.

You awake some time later, though you don't know exactly how long. All you know is that...everything...hurts. Especially your head.

You groan, bringing up a hand to massage your forehead.

"She's awake!" You hear a voice call.

Opening your eyes, you see a crowd gathered around your bedside.

"Stand aside, stand aside!" Orek growls, moving people out of the way as he looks you over. "Sarah, do you hear me? How do you feel?"

"Terrible," You mutter. "My head..."

(Cont.)

>>45717051

"You should be sporting a fractured skull," Orek huffs. "Instead, you've got a mild concussion and little more."

"Did I win?" You ask.

"You sure did," Tobias grinned. "Scared that Doctor and his guard right off."

"You can discuss old glories later," Orek says. "Right now I need you all out of here. Give the girl room to breath."

With great effort the Doctor manages to clear the medbay, eventually dwindling it to just the two of you. Your still weak, incredibly so, but you manage to prop yourself up long enough to accept a glass of water from the Doctor. You drink it heartily, finding yourself near dry.

"I'm sorry," Orek says, taking a seat beside you. "This is my fault."

"Your fault?" You ask. "We won."

"Narrowly," He shakes his head. "You and Anna both were put under too much stress. You weren't ready yet, and I pushed you."

"It worked," You offer him a weak smile. "Now we're not just a burden, eating and drinking and sitting around. Now we've done something. Made something of ourselves."

Reassured, Orek nods, taking your hand in his.

"Never push yourself again."

"I can't make that promise."

You snort at his reaction, then cringe from the pain it brings. However, it dulls, and your left comfortable once more. Despite your condition, you have questions.

>"Did we find what you needed?"
>"Did you know that doctor?"
>"Is Anna alright?"
>Other?