> Friday, August 14th, 2015SITUATION: http://pastebin.com/ziMsX6thMECHANICS: http://pastebin.com/49M2eE8ZTHE RULES: http://pastebin.com/BEsprkBZTHE TANK: http://pastebin.com/sJsgig6BTHE DIVISIONS: http://pastebin.com/xCQZAdqUTHE SHOP: http://pastebin.com/v6xeDRXjDANON’S THE TEAM: http://pastebin.com/bUU2v0z8 “Ellie.” Griselda comes up to you once you step out of the lockerroom. “So, couple of things today. We have that photoshoot to build up the calendar stuff.” Right, right. “Plus, Perrine actually wants to visit and wish us a nice match before we kick things off.”You nod. “Alright. Do you need my help?”“Up to you.” She pats your arm, smiling. “Way I see it, Ellie. I can handle Perrine. She loves talking and talking that she doesn't seem to realize we're not listening. Don't tell her I said that though.” Mum's the word. “If I were you though, pack some swimsuits or something or anything you might want for the calendar.” Swimsuits? Eugh. “Considering this was yours and Iris' idea, I think the two of you should settle on what you're going to wear for the photos.” She starts to step away to her office. “Just saying! Nothing lewd!” She steps inside.Right, nothing lewd-She opens the door again. “I mean it. The boys are getting free issues. They'll never shut up about it.” She shuts the door again.… right.> Head to work.> Take a vacation day (VACATION DAYS: 4)> Other
>>1127272>> Head to work.
>>1127272>Head to work.
>>1127272> Head to work.Lewds.
>>1127272> Head to work.earn our keep, make parents prouder
>>1127272> Head to work.I still propose that we find a way to work some old school ww2/50s poster propoganda to our outfit.Also remember, "Blue Collar Senshado"! We'll make it our own, and people will love and respect us...maybe...
>>1127272Lots of nonsense today. Parent's arriving, photo op, prepping for tomorrow.You lot are ridiculous workaholics.
>>1127272> Head to workThe core problem here is that Ellie will be lewd by accident unless she's wearing a burka. Maybe even then.
>>1127330>Parent's arrivingThat's on Monday, if I recall.
>>1127342We took a phone call yesterday that said they might get here today.
>>1127354Which, knowing how this works...They'll be here just in time for the photo shoot.
> Head to work.--“Hey, Kit Blumenthal just tweeted!” says Denise as you step towards the office. She shows you the tweet.https://twitter.com/KittyBlumenthal/status/827974489161990149The Big Three? “The Big Three?” you ask.“Yeah!” says Denise. “The newswriters in Tankery have taken to calling you all that for quite a while. I'm surprised you haven't heard it. The three of you as a single entity are stated to be carrying the Lafayette Girls Academy team. You all have a combined 128 kills, and 6 MVPs, most of them yours though.” Oh, right. “Plus, the fact that you three have leadership in the team, plus everyone speaks so highly of you. They love you!”You smile a little, then open the door into the office. “Ah, well.” You shrug, then find Caldwell typing at her desk, Athena and Tessa and Hilda as well at their own. Mulcahy stands at the door as security. “Hello, everyone. Anything for us today?” you ask.Athena looks at you, blinking. “What are you doing here?”“... what do you mean?” you ask. “I'm working today.”“Don't your parents come today?” asks Hilda.“... are they coming during work?” you ask. Please say no.Caldwell smirks. “You don't even know what time your parents are coming around!”“Hey. I was told maybe they'd come tomorrow!” you say simply. “Then again, my parents are very punctual people.” You march on over to your desk. “It's not like they'll be coming right now and-” You receive a phone call. It's from the Captain. “Zumwalt.”“Ellie, it's the Captain speaking. I just got word from Air Transport Logistics that your parents are actually going to arrive in two hours,” she says. Oooohhhh FUUUUUU- “Listen, go ahead and take a free day from me and show them to their new house, alright?”“D-... Don't you need me working?” you ask.“Aw, family's more important than work, Ellie. Tell you what. You can help them unpack. You can take your retainers with you too, alright? Alright. Goodbye.” The Captain hangs up then. You stand there, shocked. Oh fuck. Your parents. Your parents! Uh. Uh.You turn around to see everyone smirking bemusedly.> “Right. You all are coming with me.”> “Stay here. Do not do anything stupid.”> Other
>>1127370> “Right. You all are coming with me.”Here we go, lads!
>>1127370> “Right. You all are coming with me.”BUT NOT ONE WORD ABOUT A PHOTO OP
>>1127370>“Right. You all are coming with me.”>"Caldwell, you too."
>>1127370>“Right. You all are coming with me.”time to do something we will probably regret (baby pictures will be shown, I'm sure of it)
>>1127370> “Right. You all are coming with me.”
> “Right. You all are coming with me.”--All of you wait around the airport lobby. So far you do see lots of parents reuniting with students from General Studies or Naval Studies. You keep on examining the crowd. “This is what I hate about airports,” says Hilda. “You wait, you wait, you wait, just to wait until you get to your destination. Absolutely no fanfare whatsoever. It's absolutely cockeyed. And you buy stuff too that you don't need because that's the only thing other than playing on your phone that you can do at an airport!” Caldwell comes over, sipping on a soda she just got. “See! Case in point!”“Lighten up,” says Caldwell. “We're supposed to look good in front of Elodie Zumwalt's parents.” She rolls her eyes at that.“And if you aren't, I'll straighten you out,” you say simply.Finally though, you do see your parents. They look over, and immediately start sprinting towards you. “Elodie!” they both call. Here they come. Honestly, you can't help but love it. You hold out your arms, and they immediately pick you up and hug you in one tight hold. “Ellie!” Dad kisses you on the cheek, as does Mom as well. “Oh, sweetheart! How have you been? Everything on LGA been good?”> Boast> Neutral> Polite
>>1127486> BoastPure awesome.
>>1127486> Polite"It's been absolutely wonderful! I'm happy you guys are here now too!"
>>1127486>politeAlso Kuat colle when?
>>1127500If all is normal, this week Wednesday-Friday, he alternates between Kuat and Starship Idols on a weekly basis.
>>1127486>> BoastIf we can't play things up to our parents, who can we play them up to?
> Boast“Better than good, they're great!” You smile at them as they let you go. “Guys, these are my co-workers. This is Denise, my personal assitant.” Denise smiles happily, shaking hands with each of them. “My finance officer, Hilda.” Hilda nods to them, also shaking hands. “My security liaison, Fina Mulcahy.” Mulcahy as well stands to the side, politely waiting her turn to shake hands. “My chief engineer Athena and communications officer Tessa. And lastly, Caldwell.”“Oh, sure.” Caldwell glares a little at you. “Only my last name, not my first. My name is Lyra Auriga Caldwell.” Hilda and Athena immediately look away, suppressing giggles. This does not go unnoticed by Caldwell. “What. What!? Is something funny about my name?”“Your middle name is Auriga?” whimpers Athena as she tries to stop herself from grinning.“My mother was really into constellations!” she says. “And I am proud to have that name!”“Now, now, girls.” Mom pats you and Caldwell on the head. “Middle names are nothing to be embarrassed about. Why, Elodie's middle name happens to be Rosetta!” Yeah, but that's a very inoffensive middle name. You don't say that though.“So where are we headed?” asks Dad. “Straight to our new house?”> Give Mom and Dad the tour of the Academy.> “Sure, right to the new house.”> Other
>>1127637> “Sure, right to the new house.”They'll want to put their luggage away and get things sorted before getting started on the tour.
>>1127637> Give Mom and Dad the tour of the AcademyFind some peons to cart their luggage.
>>1127637>> “Sure, right to the new house.”
>>1127637>“Sure, right to the new house.”Practicality first!
>>1127637> “Sure, right to the new house.”Drop bags, get an idea of what's needed for the house, then a tour
> “Sure, right to the new house.”--“Whoa!” Your parents marvel at the prefab house in front of them. You'll give credit where its due, the engineers who build these prefabs have an eye for architecture. In many ways, it resembles your basic suburban home, with enough room for a lawn and a backyard as well. They immediately run inside as you cart in their luggage. They step into the hardwood floor, then look around. “Holy shit!” yells Mom.“Language, sweetums,” says Dad, still in awe.“This is bigger than our apartment!” says Mom. “We can really stay here?” You smile at them, nodding. “Whoa! Honey, honey, look, the kitchen!” The kitchen isn't separated by wall to the sizable living room, instead there is a countertop bar to keep things separate. “And look at the size of this fridge too!”“Forget that! There's a garage!” says Dad. He pokes his head inside. “My God!” He keeps running around while you all place down their suitcases in the living. “Honey! There's a toolshed in the back!”“You're joking!” Mom gasps. “There's even a bathroom on this floor too, there! And-” She gasps again. “Is there another bathroom upstairs?”“Yeah,” says Caldwell.“You're kidding!” says Dad. “Two bathrooms!? This is a mansion!” They immediately run upstairs. “Oh my God, look at the size of this bedroom!”…Caldwell smirks at you. “I think we can forget the tour of LGA, this is entertaining enough for them. It's like they haven't seen a house before.”> “Of course they haven't. We're poor.”> “Give them some slack, it's been ages since we've had luxuries like this.”> “Ah, buzz off.”> Other
>>1127780>> “Give them some slack, it's been ages since we've had luxuries like this.”inb4Cadwell: "...this is luxuries?"
>>1127780> “Give them some slack, it's been ages since we've had luxuries like this.”
>>1127780>> “Give them some slack, it's been ages since we've had luxuries like this.”
>>1127780> “Give them some slack, it's been ages since we've had luxuries like this.”Feel bad, Caldwell. you feel bad for your words.
>>1127780>“Give them some slack, it's been ages since we've had luxuries like this.”By 'ages' she means it's the first time.
> “Give them some slack, it's been ages since we've had luxuries like this.”“Give them some slack,” you say. “It's been ages since the family's had luxuries like this.”“These are luxuries?” asks Caldwell. You nod firmly. Yes. They are. This place probably has better tap water than your old home. “Hm.” Caldwell folds her arms, looking around. “Well. I won't argue.” She frowns a little.Mom comes down the stairs, grinning. “Hey, hey! Ellie! There are actually four rooms up there! Can you believe that?” You smile at Mom, nodding. “My God. I mean, we got the sleeping bags and some of our clothes, the rest is coming via freight. Should be here by Monday I hope.”“Yeah, the couriers should help move it all in,” you say.“Really!?” Mom grins. “Oh, that's wonderful!”“Where's Dad?” you ask.“He's in the attic! We have an attic, can you believe that!?” You snicker a little. “Don't start snickering at me, young lady! Just because you've been living here so long! Did you suddenly get used to having stuff like this?” You-...…Huh.“Well.” Caldwell folds her arms. “I should probably head back to work then. Elodie Zumwalt?”> “Nuh uh. You help them unpack with me. Everyone else can go back to work.”> “Sure, get out of here.”> “Everyone stays, let's help them move in.”> Other
>>1127910>> Other"yeah, you can go. Anyone else who want to help a bit can stay, but i won't force you"
>>1127910>“Nuh uh. You help them unpack with me. Everyone else can go back to work.”Maximum bully.
>>1127910>“Nuh uh. You help them unpack with me. Everyone else can go back to work.”
>>1127910>> “Nuh uh. You help them unpack with me. Everyone else can go back to work.”
>>1127910> OtherOK. We should have someone holding down the fort.
>>1127910> “Nuh uh. You help them unpack with me. Everyone else can go back to work.”Bully.
>>1127910>> “Everyone stays, let's help them move in.”
>>1128053I think you have the wrong thread.
>>1128065>>1128053I'm an idiot, and apologise profusely Schteel, misordered my tabs.
> “Nuh uh. You help them unpack with me. Everyone else can go back to work.”You shake your head. “Nuh-uh. Denise. Take everyone back to work. You're staying with me Caldwell.” Caldwell pouts furiously. “Come on. There aren't that many bags to unpack.” You pick up Mom's suitcase and head upstairs. Caldwell grumbles, taking Dad's suitcase as well. Denise leads everyone out of the room.--The master bedroom has two sleeping bags laid out for Mom and Dad. “You know, Ellie. I can't wait until we get your stuff unpacked too. There's gonna be so much room, I swear!” Mom happily helps place her clothes down onto the floor, along with some spare blankets. Dad as well is outside with Caldwell checking out the backyard, seeing what's what. The two are actually getting along nicely.So for now, you're alone with Mom. “Oh, that's right, you have Tankery stuff tomorrow, right?” she asks.You nod. “Yeah. I do.”She smiles sweetly. “Well, me and your Dad are gonna be there, sweetie! We'll cheer you on! I'll even put on the facepaint!” Yeah, no. Please. You roll your eyes, placing a mat down for Dad's laptop. “How are you enjoying Tankery?”“Oh, it's good, it's good...” You smile forcefully at her. Right. How do you approach this topic?> “Mom, did you abandon Tankery because of me?”> “Lot of friends made, lot of stuff. Wouldn't give it up for anything...”> Eh, don't try.> Other
>>1128084>“Mom, did you abandon Tankery because of me?”Subtlety is overrated. Full steam ahead!
>>1128084> “Mom, did you abandon Tankery because of me?”I feel like we just need to confront this head on, honesty is the best policy with this kind of thing.
>>1128084>> “Mom, did you abandon Tankery because of me?”
>>1128084> “Mom, did you abandon Tankery because of me?”Heavy....
>>1128084> “Lot of friends made, lot of stuff. Wouldn't give it up for anything...”Way to early to ask it. They just got here...oh well.
> “Mom, did you abandon Tankery because of me?”“Mom, did you abandon Tankery because of me?” you ask.Mom pauses like a record, holding a shirt in place. She turns to you, blinking in surprise. “Uh. What makes you think that, sweetie?”“I overheard you talking with a friend of yours,” you say. “She said that you were one of the best tankers she ever played with, that you could've gone pro, all of that.” Mom glances away, placing the shirt down. “And don't try to say she exaggerates, Mom. I can tell she wasn't lying just based on the way you're reacting right now.” You frown a little. “Now how good were you at Tankery?”She blinks, then sighs. “While I didn't command a tank per say, I was one of the most accurate gunners in my class.” She folds her arms, sitting back on her sleeping bag. You sit across from her. “So accurate actually that Chiyo Shimada paid the school a visit to personally watch me train with my crew.” Really? Chiyo Shimada? How-... why!? “But um...” She leans back a bit. “I met your father. And my God, your father was such a gentleman. We had such fun together he and I in school. And I loved him then, and I love him now. What happened was...”“You had me.”“Yeah.”You look down, biting at your lip. You can feel something stab at your stomach and your heart. “So... I ended your Tankery career.”Mom frowns at you. “No. I did.” She leans close, looking you straight in the eye. “Elodie. Any anxiety, any pain that I had when I knew I would never get to finish my high school Tankery career, or have my dream of ever going pro when I realized I'd have to raise a child... that was all gone when I gave birth to you, and saw how cute you were and how I held you in my arms.” She sniffles a little, rubbing a tear out of her eye. “Oh God. That's...”“You could've one of the best, Mom. I mean, Chiyo Shimada?” you say. “Mom. That's what they call a tragedy.”She places a hand on your shoulder. “Elodie. If I had never gotten to have you for a daughter, that would've been a tragedy.” Another tear runs down her cheek. “Please. I'll love Tankery to the day I die, Elodie. But you and your father are what come first. Elodie, dreams are just that, dreams. Sometimes, life throws something at you. It's your job to catch it and make something of it.” She runs her hand along your cheek. “Okay?”…“Elodie?”> Hug her> “Okay.”> “I guess I'm a happy accident then?”> Other
>>1128224>Hug herNo words, only hugs.
>>1128224> Hug her> “Okay.”And for that moment...that solitary moment. Elodie lost her cool and cried...openly.
>>1128224>Hug herAlso huh, Mom had her own Shimada spook. Neat.
>>1128224>>Hug HerMaube offer her a ride in oliver sometimes.
>>1128286Thats a good idea.
>>1128224Do this >>1128286
> Hug herYou hug your Mom tight as you can, holding her in your arms. For just a moment, you start crying into her shoulder, quietly. Why isn't Mom upset? You ruined her! You destroyed her dream of being a Tanker! How- how!? She gently pats you on the back, rubbing your hair. “It's okay, babe,” she says quietly. “It's okay.”“Why aren't you mad?” you whimper.“All the lessons we learn in life can be condensed into Senshadou,” she says simply. “You're a wonderful daughter, Elodie.” You nod slowly, soaking her shoulder with your tears. “It's alright.”Where you would you be without a Mom or a Dad like them?--> JOB COMPLETE> + 5 CP“We'll catch you at the hangar later on, Elodie! We just got some paperwork to settle!” says Dad. Dad is none the wiser about the heart to heart you just had with your Mom. And neither is Caldwell. But she did notice your flushed cheeks and somewhat dry eyes when you left the house. The two of you walk along the streets to the Tank Hangar.“Your Dad is a very nice man,” says Caldwell.“Thank you,” you say simply.She smirks a little. “What? Nothing to remark on that?”“He's the best Dad ever, not much else to say,” you say simply.“Hmph.” Caldwell frowns a little. “You've been crying. Haven't you?” You blink, looking to her. “I know when a girl's cried recently. Seen a lot in Middle School. Lot of kids used to think of me as their big sister!” she proudly boasts. Really. That's a tall order to buy. “Seriously, is something wrong?”> “Nothing except I ended my Mom's Tankery career by being born.”> “No.”> “Me and my Mom just had a nice chat.”> Other
>>1128357> “Me and my Mom just had a nice chat.”
>>1128357>“Nothing except I ended my Mom's Tankery career by being born.”
>>1128357> “Me and my Mom just had a nice chat.”Feel like we got some good closure out of that.
>>1128357>> “Me and my Mom just had a nice chat.”
>>1128357>> “Me and my Mom just had a nice chat.”Personally, i think we can't give her back her potential career, but maybe we can get her experience tankery she loved once more.Oh, and i hope mum caught Arisu and pamper her when Arisu stalk us again.
>>1128357> “Me and my Mom just had a nice chat.”the details are for just us and mom.
> “Me and my Mom just had a nice chat.”“Me and my Mom just had a nice chat is all,” you say simply.Caldwell looks at you, not with contempt nor with confusion, but with a relatively stern face. She looks ahead, nodding. “Can't remember the last time me and Mom ever had a nice chat.” You look to you, and for a few seconds you actually kind of feel sorry for her. She shakes her head, huffing. “Whatever. You're going to do your dinky little Tankery stuff, right?”“Yeah,” you say. “You going to come with?”“I might as well, I have nothing to do for the rest of the day,” she says simply. You smirk a bit at her. Hmph. So she says.--Oh, right. The photoshoot. Greenscreens and little abstract stage sets were laid out in the hangar. “Ellie!” Griselda waves you over, smiling at you. Everyone is getting a picture done. “You made it!”“Sure did,” you say. “We doing photos?”“Yeah!” says Griselda. “Anyway. Everything's sort of up to you. Just explain that to the camera people. Okay?”Caldwell squints a bit. “Pictures?”“It's to help pay the boys for not bombing us,” you mutter. Caldwell shudders.Right, how do you want your pictures taken.> WWII Propaganda Rosie the Riveter style.> Pinup style. Nothing lewd of course.> Just have it be candid. You can't imagine doing anything with flair for pictures.> Other
>>1128543> Pinup style.But do a sexy one
>>1128543>Just have it be candid. You can't imagine doing anything with flair for pictures.
>>1128543>> Pinup style. Nothing lewd of course.>> Just have it be candid. You can't imagine doing anything with flair for pictures.A little of A and a little of B.
>>1128543>> Just have it be candid. You can't imagine doing anything with flair for pictures.
>>1128543> WWII Propaganda Rosie the Riveter style.Best blue collar photos. Girls doing the hard work and looking good doing it.
>>1128543> WWII Propaganda Rosie the Riveter style.This is so us it isn't even funny!
>>1128543>> Pinup style. Nothing lewd of course.
>>1128543> WWII Propaganda Rosie the Riveter style.
>>1128543> WWII Propaganda Rosie the Riveter styleAs the original poster all the way back, I still want her at salute against a carrier background.
> WWII Propaganda Rosie the Riveter style.--You salute off, staring into the distance, wearing the Tankery uniform assigned to you. The flash almost blinds you then. “Very good, very good.”Then you change out and get into the hatch of Oliver. You lean back onto the hatch and smile at the camera. Your pantyhose covered leg up on the other side of the commander's hatch, there's a bit of love for the boys in it. But this is a photo to make you look relaxed, yet solid and dependable. To add to it, you even have a bit of muck and grease stained onto your cheeks. Stack leans out of the loader's hatch, smiling at the camera too. Winona, Ingrid, and Josephina all come around as well for pictures. Multiple ones are taken, for individuals like you alone, then several as a group.Finally though, you see the finished product. “That's not bad,” says Stack.“Yeah!” says Winona. “Can't wait to see it on the calender!” You smile a little. That's really not bad at all.Griselda leans over as well. “That's nice, Ellie.” She pats your shoulder, grinning. “We'll have the calendars printed out pretty soon, hopefully by this weekend. We can start selling them by Monday.” Excellent. “You want to keep taking pictures or do you want me to brief you on Christie?”> Pictures> Christie> Other
>>1128878>ChristieGotta get that intel.
>>1128878>> Pictures>> ChristieCan we do both?
>>1128878> ChristieMind, I still think we shouldn't think about the match.
>>1128878>Christie"But you can take my picture anytime"
>>1128878>>ChristieMaybe also take a picture of us in briefing. Maybe good for propaganda or something.
>>1128878this >>1128934The classic WW2 planning room pic
> Christie--The photographers take pictures of you in the briefing room. “Is this necessary?” asks Iris.“Eh, might as well get it in for the newswriters,” says Griselda. “Now, here's the deal. JWC is not a team that can really predict. Their lineup is mostly prototypes or unusual variants. And each tank has been heavily modified to the fullest extent that NATO allows. Here's their line up.”> J. WALTER CHRISTIE POLYTECHNICAL INSTITUTE> Motto: “Semita Victoriae”> Hometown: Stamford, Connecticut> Commander: Perrine Hobart> WILD CARD #1> x10 Churchill VII AVRE “Ragin' Cajun” **LEGENDARY**> x10 Churchill VII AVRE (ELITE)> x1 Churchill IV AVRE “Ardeer Aggie” (ELITE)> x10 Churchill IV AVRE (ELITE)> x5 Churchill IV ARV Mk II (ELITE)> x1 A22D Churchill Gun Carrier (ELITE)> x2 Churchill VII Double Onion (ELITE)> x1 T31 Demolition Tank (ELITE)> x20 T34 Calliope (ELITE)> x1 Panzer III Ausf. L mit Waffe 0725 (ELITE)> x1 Panzer KV-1B 755(r) (ELITE)> x1 E-100 (ELITE)> x1 SMK (ELITE)> x1 Morser Karl SPG (ELITE)> x1 Flakpanzer Coelian (ELITE)> x1 Flankpanzer Kugelblitz (ELITE)> x1 Sturer Emil (ELITE)> x3 Heuschrecke 10 (ELITE)> x5 StuIG 33B (ELITE)> x1 Schofield Tank (ELITE)> x10 Matilda II Hedgehog (ELITE)> x1 Sturmtiger (ELITE)> x5 Flakpanzer IV Ostwind (ELITE)> Griselda's note: This is only their official roster. We have no fucking clue if they have anything in storage that they aren't hiding.> LEGENDARY TANK: “Ragin' Cajun”> This Churchill VII is not an original tank of WWII, but is in fact a replica personally built by Perrine and J. Walter Christie herself. Starting life as a simple Churchill IV AVRE, Perrine's own modifications within NATO's limit have upgraded to the VII standard along with numerous other legal modifications such as machine guns firing incendiary tracer rounds, an engine giving it immense agility and speed unlike its size, a .50 cal AA mounted gun on the turret, flare launchers, smoke canisters, a crane jib, a bulldozer, an infrared spotting system, and much more.> TRAITS> ++ Dishonorable: Christie has no qualms of violating the traditional tenants of Tankery, up to and including attempting to break many of its various unwritten rules for the sake of victroy.> - Uncoordinated: They don't coordinate very well, and are not known for being the most put together team.> ++ Unconventional Masters: They know every trick in the book about doing the unconventional.> ++ Heavy Tank Masters: They can drive and field their heavy tanks better than most.> ++ Engineering Masters: Anything on the field is not just cover, it's scrap parts for a new way of fighting.“And here's our map as well. Anyone want to take a guess at what to do here?”> “Nah.”> “I think I got something...” (Plan?)> “Iris?”> Other
>>1129307> Other"We don't think about it, we don't even think about thinking about it. We just turn up on the day and spin the bottle and go whatever direction it tells us to".
>>1129307>“Iris?”Yeah, I got nothing.
>>1129307>“I think I got something...” (Plan?)They seem to have a deadzone between short range and extreme range. Playing highly mobile snipers prioritizing their few direct fire long range vehicles (Churchill GC, Sturer Emil) should yield resultsAlternatively, they have too much artillery and too few direct fire tanks to defend all of them. We can poke around until we find a formation of undefended artllery and wipe that out.Alternatively, do this.
>>1129307>> x1 Morser Karl SPG (ELITE)We need throw a light tank at it.
>>1129307>> “Iris?”Nothing else, really.
>>1129307>>1129307Supporting this. They seem to be uncoordinated so we should focus on picking them off one by one. Try to focus on getting the fast tanks up the hill. and make out the heavy guns in in close range and have them zero in so our big guns can be used as artillery pieces.The Mediums should repel the close range tanks like the AVRE. As they try to advance.
>>1129307> “I think I got something...” Alright, so, we feint North with a mobile detachment (Hellcat and Cromwell) and the Jagdtiger and Tiger II, their intent is to draw JWC's attention and pull them Northwards, while the rest of the team, carefully and stealthily (THIS IS IMPORTANT, MOVE SLOWLY AND IF NECESSARY TARP THE REAR OF THE VEHICLE TO REDUCE DUST) wheel South and take ambush positions in the hills to the South, Gris and Iris can decide exact dispositions. Once JWC commits to the Northern attack, our mobile detachment flees South and our northern long guns retreat if they can. The JWC advance will then wheel around to pursue. The hills will dramatically reduce the effect of their artillery and hopefully their lack of coordination will result in them wheeling towards us directly once they realise our team must be South. Once this happens, we will engage them in a series of short-medium range ambushes down the ravines, before retreating in the face of their reinforcements.Ultimately the goal of these engagements is to string out their forces pursuing and retreat West out of the hills to turn their flank. This won't be a devastating strike, but it is a complex and difficult to coordinate strategy and could throw Christie into disarray as they attempt to follow it. At that point, our heavies and Mediums will stay and engage the main bulk of JWC, while we and the Hellcat, along with the Panzer III move West to attack their (now isolated from reinforcement) artillery.
>>1129307>>1129487SUpporting this. as well>>1129455Keep a good part of it a slugging battle once we got their artillery.
>>1129487I veto this plan by virtue of it being too complicated and JWC's role being too simplistic.
>>1129530This. You don't plan against the crazy.
>>1129530JWC will inevitably try to do something very complicated, but if we can convince them to try to do it to the wrong side of the map, it doesn't matter what it is and their lack of coordination will make them preparing a second complicated thing very much less likely.
Tie together HE shells to make IEDs, they'll never see it coming
>>1129563See, I'm not worried about them doing something complicated, just absolutely insane.And driving in a straight line down the highway doesn't strike me as their style.
>>1129530Going in with no plan is idiotic, and if we have some plan we can wing it from there.>>1129579But their uncoordinated. They don't seem to have a functioning idea or cooperation.
>>1129579The terrain to either side of the road is basically dead flat and completely open, they might not go down the road but it's a near enough assessment to the result of what they'll do unless for some daft reason they spread their entire team across the whole map's width or just camp in Quartzsite. Their insanity tends to hinge around getting past environmental obstacles, and there really aren't any on this map aside from the mountains, which we plan to constantly retreat through anyway, limiting their opportunity to outflank our positions.
Betting ten bucks on the E-100 being the flag. Again.Thankfully, we have a JTiger now which should be able to penetrate its sides at quite the long range.
> “I think I got something...”>>1129487>>1129397--You take the pains to explain your plan. Since JWC appears to lack anything for medium range, you decide that the plan will be to try subvert them with a series of ambushes and feints to draw them into a position where a secondary team can engage and retreat fairly quickly. The goal is to string them out so effectively that they'll be thrown into disarray, wherefore you'll be able to pick them apart piecemeal.Griselda and Iris nod along, understanding, taking some notes. “Alright. Very ambitious of you to plan for something like this, Ellie.”“I'd rather a plan that might fail than none at all,” you say. “I think we'll have this covered well.”“I hope so,” says Iris. “We look forward to the out, Griselda.”Griselda smiles. “Right then! We'll-” You all hear a very loud droning noise.“Is that the boys again?” asks Iris.“No,” says Griselda. “Sounds different. Sounds like helicopters.”--Outside, everyone is assembled to the absolute monstrosity of a VTOL craft coming down. Josephina gasps in awe of it. “It's the Bell X-22!” The four massive ducted fans serve as the propulsion and lifting agents of this plane. “I've never seen one fly before!” In the sunset, it looks like an absolute beast as it comes down to land on the training ground. And out of it comes Perrine Hobart and her crew.“AAAHH! IT'S PERRINE HOBART!” yells Winona. She squeals excitedly, hugging you tightly, chewing on her lower lip with stars in her eyes.> WINONA'S MORALE HAS BEEN OVERCHARGED TO 200%> Target Weakpoint is now temporarily availableShe steps up to everybody, holding up a big pot in her gloved hands. “Bonjour, everybody!” she declares. “I came with my mother's own gumbo to share!” Ooooh, gumbo. “Let's have a good match, alright?”> Boast> Neutral> Polite
>>1129607I'm worried that whatever we can think of will be harried by guerilla strikes. They may be uncoordinated, but that can lead to a rather decentralized chain of command with vague objectives carried out by individual fighters rather than a team.
>>1129643> PoliteWelcome her and try to keep Nona from bursting
>>1129653The point is to pick them out one by one. its a pain but that's what we have to do. At least with a plan we can do it without fucking us over.>>1129643>> Polite
> PoliteYou smile, then nod and motion Perrine and company in. “We'll have a lovely match thanks to that gumbo of yours, it smells delicious!”“Laissez les bon temps roulet! Here we go!” Perrine grins, skipping in and placing the pot down. The rest of her crew also place down pots for just about everybody. Soon enough, everyone starts digging into some traditional cajun gumbo. Your nose is caressed by what appears to be crayfish, crab, shellfish, and all kinds of meat inside that dark gumbo. For something that looks brown and dark, it smells fucking delicious. Perrine pours you a bowl, and you take a bite from your spoon.The flavors! Oh God! YES! Haha! You start eating more of it happily, gently rubbing your cheek. Winona immediately takes to helping Perrine out so the two of them can talk. “Hey, Perrine! You probably don't remember me but-”“Of course I remember you!” says Perrine. “You're Winona!” Winona gasps, going white with shock. “I heard you was doing an Unlimited team of your own through the grapevine! You got pictures, Cheri?” Winona nods, immediately going to her phone. Josephina, Ingrid, and Stack laugh at them a little, charmed by the two of them bonding over the talk of basically hotrodding tanks. Winona shows her the pictures. “My God! That looks amazing! Not bad for your first build!”“Aaaahhh!” Winona faints back into Denise's arm. “... thank you.”You, Griselda, and Iris smile as the gumbo is spread all through the team. Even Caldwell, Athena, and Tessa get their share of it. Better to have a nice meal before the long trip you suppose.You hear someone clear their throat. You, Griselda, and Iris turn around to see Jack, Jeep Jockey, and a small group of other boys from KDH standing there. They keep their hats at their chest, looking like a bunch of poor boys begging for work. Griselda is not amused. “What do you all want?”“Well, we were in the neighborhood,” says Jack. “Heard you did your photoshoots and uh... we just wanted to see how you guys were doing! Right, guys?” They all agree, while Jeep Jockey simply stands to the side, shaking his head.> “If you wanted some gumbo, you can have some.”> “We're doing fine, thank you for asking, Jack.”> “Ah, buzz off, boys.”> Other
>>1129945>> “If you wanted some gumbo, you can have some.”
>>1129945>“Ah, buzz off, boys.”Get your own gumbo.
>>1129945> “If you wanted some gumbo, you can have some.”Gumbo is best enjoyed with as many people as possible.
>>1129945> “If you wanted some gumbo, you can have some.”There's plenty to go around.
>>1129945> “If you wanted some gumbo, you can have some.”We need jeep Jockey around for when Elodie's parents show up.... Otherwise Winona might pry herself away from Perrine and claim she is Elodie's waifu again.
>>1130021>she is Elodie's waifu again.She is, though.
> “If you wanted some gumbo, you can have some.”You smirk a bit. “If you guys want gumbo, you can have some.”“Oh, we couldn't possibly-” Jeep Jockey and the rest of the boys plow straight past Jack, hurrying to get bowls of gumbo straight from Winona herself. “... or we could.” Jack snickers, stepping with the rest of them. He gets a bowl from Perrine and walks up to all of you. “Interesting that you guys are eating with Perrine. Don't you fight her tomorrow?”“She insisted,” says Griselda.“I'm glad, this gumbo tastes swell!” says Jeep Jockey as he walks up to three of you. “Gotta say though. I'm gonna wish you all good luck on tomorrow's match.”“Thanks, Jeep Jockey,” says Griselda. You smile at Jeep Jockey too. He's got manners, you'll give him that.However, you do spy your parents coming in to visit. “This place is huge!” says Mom. She takes a sniff of air. “Is that gumbo I smell?” She immediately gravitates towards the food, as does Dad. They give you a gentle wave as they walk on by. Hmph, poor parents plus food equals-Suddenly, Dad notices there are boys in your group. He stops his feeding and backs up behind Jack and Jeep Jockey. “So. How do the two of you know my precious little girl?” Jack grins, while Jeep Jockey nervously sweats under Dad's gaze.Jack shakes Dad's hand. “Jack Cochran. This is our resident Jeep Jockey too. We're friends.”Dad grins, nodding. “You better be.” Oh... Dad.“Yeah.” Winona slides in next to you, wrapping her arm around you. “You better be.” She kisses your cheek, glaring at them.WINONAAAAAAAAAAAA
>>1130245That's it for tonight's LGA2. Sorry things got so slow at the end but tomorrow should be nice and sunny for the elimination match between LGA and JWC.Follow at: https://twitter.com/GermanSchteelAsk at: http://germanschteel.tumblr.com/Book Tumbles: http://germanschteelbookblog.tumblr.com/See you next time.
>>1130251Thanks for running Schteel, good session.
>>1130251Good thread GS.>Dad disarms the boys>his daughter got got by another girlCan't cover all the bases.
>>1130245Thanks for running, GS!
>>1130251Good thread GS.Kinda want to know what the other teams did for their calendars.