>>1936103
You sit on a bench, dozens of other soldiers around you either nervously checking their gear, praying, vomiting or somehow sleeping. You scratch the area under your dogtags where the metal rubs and look around the dimly lit area. Your eyes settle on a flag painted in on the far wall. The flag of home.

>What Flag do you see?

>The 57 stars of the United states of America- Freedom and justice for all. (Mechs are faster moving and have above average firepower)

>Union Jack- England- Rule Brittania (Mechs are heavily armored and have increased melee damage)

>The Iron Aquila-Germany-HEIL REICH (Mechs have above average stats but are difficult to repair and few in number)

>The Hammer, Sickle and Skull of The Russian federations- For Mother Russia! (Mechs are cheap and easily modified but underarmored)

>Other

>>1936123
>The Hammer, Sickle and Skull of The Russian federations- For Mother Russia! (Mechs are cheap and easily modified but underarmored)
cheeki breeki

>>1936123
>The 57 stars of the United states of America- Freedom and justice for all. (Mechs are faster moving and have above average firepower)

>>1936123
>>Union Jack- England- Rule Brittania (Mechs are heavily armored and have increased melee damage)

>>1936103

>50 years

Damn, what were the Germans eating all this time?

>>1936156
Everything between France and Russia

>>1936123
>A White Eagle on White-Red flag, Polish Resistance - mostly old foreign and heavily modified mechs, some prototypes of mixed success.

>>1936123
>The Hammer, Sickle and Skull of The Russian federations- For Mother Russia! (Mechs are cheap and easily modified but underarmored)
Privet, soldat

>>1936161

Seconding.

>>1936161
Changing to this

>>1936123
>The Hammer, Sickle and Skull of The Russian federations- For Mother Russia! (Mechs are cheap and easily modified but underarmored)

>3 for Polish Resistance
>3 for Russian federatiom

Fight for motherland blyat

>>1936161
Supporting

>>1936123
>>1936183

>The Hammer, Sickle and Skull of The Russian federations- For Mother Russia! (Mechs are cheap and easily modified but underarmored)

Fucking knew nobody would go with the one I wanted.

Cyka, polski traitors!

>>1936199
Maybe you should have voted for the one you wanted :^)

And were tied up again at
>4 for Poles
>4 for Russia

>>1936123
>The Iron Aquila-Germany-HEIL REICH (Mechs have above average stats but are difficult to repair and few in number)

If not, anything but russia

>>1936209
Then the polish would've won and fuck that

>>1936211
Nigger its 5 for russian, 4 for poles.

>>1936211
heres a vote >>1936189

>>1936214
comrade, you do not not know the cheeki of the breeki

>>1936216
He already voted. Check his id

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>>1936217

>>1936211
Voting Polish, fuck the commies

>>1936223
Am retarded, my bad.

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>>1936225

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>>1936229

>Poles win. Writing.

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>quest will probably lose half the players if it takes either option

Truly, the QM has stepped in it.

Vote Polish for last stands in a burning Post Office.

>>1936235
well blyat, i mean ja pierdole

Lets go Sniper mech this time.

>>1936243
Better dead than Red.
Dead because...
You know...

>>1936248

That's one shitty looking mech.

I love it.

>>1936246
nah, it would be pretty boring just picking between who to 1 shot. Assault still works, guerilla warfare

Looks like I need to write up some winged Hussar Shells.

Kruwa

>>1936253
i just wanted my cyka blyats man

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The White and Red field of the Polish Resistance flag stares back at you. The paint is chipped and faded but the other resistance members lovingly maintain it.

You look around the safehouse. Wounded fighters are being brought in from a weapons depot raid. Apparently the Germans were waiting for them. You rub your eyes and lever yourself to your feet, helping to carry in a heavily wounded man missing his arm from the shoulder down. A high caliber round clipped it clean off. After surrendering a scarf as a tourniquet you go to grab your gear, odds are you'll be sent out soon.

>Submachine gun and Shotgun with hatchet-Assault class

>Light machine gun and bandoleer of grenades-Heavy Gunner class

>Bolt action rifle and Revolver- Sniper class

>semi-Auto rifle and grenades with a utility kit-Support class.

>Other

>>1936272
>Bolt action rifle and Revolver- Sniper class
Sniper sounds fun

>>1936272
>FLAMETHROWER

>>1936278
Nyet.

>>1936272
>Light machine gun and bandoleer of grenades-Heavy Gunner class
Big guns for big boys

>>1936281
SUCK MY DICK, FLAME THROWER

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>>1936272
>Light machine gun and bandolier of grenades

Let the good times roll.

>>1936272
>Light machine gun and bandoleer of grenades-Heavy Gunner class

>>1936272
>Anti-armor rifle and grenades. Anti armor class.

>>1936272
>>Submachine gun and Shotgun with hatchet-Assault class

>>1936272
>>Submachine gun and Shotgun with hatchet-Assault class

>3 for heavy guns
>1 for flame
>1 for sniper
>1 for anti armor
>2 for Assault.

Anyone else wanna vote?

>>1936272

Waddabout "Bunker Buster" loadout?
Artillery class anyone?

>>1936304

Could be boring and it doesn't fit the WW1/2 guerilla vibe. And QM has sadly nixed flammenwerfers.

Sniper

1 good shot to kill a shell outweighs a thousand small cuts

I just hope we'll get a pile bunker somewhere along the way.

>>1936302

> Heavy guns

>>1936302
Imma take Assault or Sniper then...

>Heavy Gunner class.

You sling a pair of grenade Bandoleers over your shoulders and heft your LMG, hooking the strap and grabbing a pair of replacement drums and stowing them in your pack. You look around the safehouse and notice a older member waving you over

"You! Yes you! Yes, get over here. I need men to run a distraction on a outpost while we bust out some prisoners. Whats your name?"

You pause for a second..

>What the fuck is your name.

>>1936345
Piotr Wojciechowski

>>1936345
Voytek

>>1936345
Smitty Werbenmanjensen

>>1936355
this

>>1936345

> Fryderyk Hetman

>>1936345
Anna Mazur

>>1936355
Support for Pyotr

>>1936355
This is fine, I guess.

>>1936405
>women
>war
ayy lmao

>>1936368
Seconding

>>1936405
Yurifags get out, this is a mans quest

"Piotr Wojciechowski" you say proudly, the most Polish of names rolling from your tongue.

He looks at you with a critical eye before making a note on his paper, shooing you on where a group of several other men are gathering.
"Go, go! You are with Dmitri's group. He will be in charge. Go go!"

You quickly find the leader of the distraction squad, a bearded man slightly older and taller than yourself, the Resistance flag stitched to the front of his jacket.

"Good. You are my new heavy Gunner yes? Good good. I am Dmitri Torkovksy. Lets keep each other alive yes?"
He says with a gruff smile, pointing you towards the other men in your squad. It seems there are several groups of fighters moving in but your group seems composed of those trained to pilot Shells.

Dmitri leads you all to the underground garage where the Shells are stored. The resistance lacks the ability to manufacture new ones but they have captured or salvaged dozens of German and Russian Shells. With some heavy modification to the EisenSoldat chassis and some makeshift weaponry, the resistance does very well for itself.

You pause at the line of Mechs that are modified for heavy weapons use. Trying to decide which to claim as your own.

>Heavily armored Quad mount with twin linked 30mm cannons and a heavy shield.-Hussar Model

>Biped mount with medium armor and paired 12.7mm machine guns one arm with a impact grenade launcher on the other-Sturm Model

>Heavy armored Biped mount with a 6lb field gun replacing the left arm and a medium shield-Blitz model

>Other

>>1936433
>Heavily armored Quad mount with twin linked 30mm cannons and a heavy shield.-Hussar Model
Big and mean.

>>1936433
>Biped mount with medium armor and paired 12.7mm machine guns one arm with a impact grenade launcher on the other-Sturm Model
I enjoy explosives

>>1936433
>Heavy armored Biped mount with a 6lb field gun replacing the left arm and a medium shield-Blitz model

>>1936433
Also good to have you back cursed. To many QMs just leave forever.

>>1936433
>>Biped mount with medium armor and paired 12.7mm machine guns one arm with a impact grenade launcher on the other-Sturm Model

>>1936433
>Blitz Model

>>1936433
>>Heavy armored Biped mount with a 6lb field gun replacing the left arm and a medium shield-Blitz model

>>1936433
>Other

Not because I hate my babies but:

Valkyrie: quad bracketing of modified Lathi L-39/44 20mm cannons in the left wrist with a shield on the right. This allows for the Medium-Shell to move faster as well as carry a magnild explosive Shell-Lance

>>1936433
>>Heavily armored Quad mount with twin linked 30mm cannons and a heavy shield.-Hussar Model

>>1936456
Glad to be back.

>>1936433

>Biped mount with medium armor and paired 12.7mm machine guns one arm with a impact grenade launcher on the other-Sturm Model

>1 for Valkryie model
>3 for Blitz
>2 for Hussar
>3 for Sturm

>>1936469
supporting

Ill roll for it.

>>1936493
>1. Valkryie
>2. Hussar
>3. Sturm
>4. Blitz

Rolled 4 (1d4)

>>1936498
Forgot to roll

>>1936498
Your back
How did you get out of thr germans pow camp?

You settle your eye on a "Blitz" model. The field gun replacing the left arm is a hell of a heavy weapon. Its lack of a close combat option is concerning to you but with that shield you dont think you have to worry.

The rest of your squad begins falling into their own Shells, sealing the hatches behind them. You see a few Support styled shells along with several Assaults. You'll be making a hell of an entrance at that outpost.

Dmitri seals himself into his own Shell, a armored beast plodding along on 4 legs and bristling with machine guns. His amplified voice rings out
"We've got a job to do men! Lets go and do it!"

Short and to the point.

You climb into the seat of your Shell and seal the hatch behind you. Instantly the small lights on the interior illumunate as you slide your feet into the leg controls and your hands into the gauntlet like controls for the arms. You take an experimental step forward and the motor hums, the hydraulics smoothly easing you forward. You grin to yourself. This should be fun.

The hidden ramp to the mech garage swings down and your squad charges up it, turning onto the rubble strewn street just behind the captured trucks carrying your infantry support.

Your squad makes quick work of the run through the ruins of the city, eying the standing buildings for German Snipers. Their bombing campaign reduced much of the city to rubble in their attempt to burn out the resistance. In the fires of the scorched city, the hate for the Germans was forged strong as steel.

Civilians and Scavengers duck into cover as your squad passes out of the city toward the outpost, the faint glow of electric lights giving away its position. You settle into position near the troop trucks that have disgorged their contents, your support teams and the infiltration team.

Eying the camp from the small ridge through your sights you can see several tempting targets for when the attack starts.

>A Heavy Gun Truck, idling with a squad of infantry playing cards next to it.

>A EisenSoldat armed with a long, heavy barreled rifle patrolling the perimeter

>A Pair of Light Spider Tanks stomping around the front gate

>The Large building that appears to be a barracks or guard post

>>1936514
By hiding myself in the carcass of a larger, fatter prisoner

>>1936550
>>A EisenSoldat armed with a long, heavy barreled rifle patrolling the perimeter

>>1936550
>A EisenSoldat armed with a long, heavy barreled rifle patrolling the perimeter

Nobody likes snipers

Quick explanation of how combat works in this setting. While in a Shell, engaging another Shell/Tank/Static position for the initial attack we roll a D100 to see if it hits. Different ranges and weapons will have different DC's.

If it hits we will then roll a D10 to see WHERE it hits on the Target. Once we have that established, we roll a D6 to see how bad it is. 1 being light damage, 6 being "Holy fuck its everywhere"

>>1936550
>A Heavy Gun Truck, idling with a squad of infantry playing cards next to it.

>Firing on Patrolling Sniper EisenSoldat.

You settle your gun sights slightly above and to the front of the German Shell. Its chassis seems adjusted for stability, probably for that long and bulky rifle styled anti armor cannon it uses. All around you, other shells are taking targets and infantry is getting into position. You can hear the multitude of clicks and metallic noises as safeties are disengaged and cannons are primed.

"FIRE!"

Infantry charge forward, firing as they go, heavy and light cannons and mortars thunder, spraying soil and severed limbs wherever they land.

You settle your sights as the German Shell stops and turns, light out Wilhelm

>Roll me 1d100. DC 60

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>1936660

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>1936660

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>1936660
2

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>1936660

Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>1936660

>90 definite hit.
>Roll me 1d10 to see where it hits

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>1936686

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>1936686

>6. Cooling system direct hit.
>Roll me a 1d6+2 to see how bad you fucked it.

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>1936686

Rolled 6 + 2 (1d6 + 2)

>>1936703

Rolled 6 + 2 (1d6 + 2)

>>1936703

>>1936708
>>1936711
Well fuck.

Rolled 3 + 2 (1d6 + 2)

>>1936703

Rolled 1 + 2 (1d6 + 2)

Oh look this is back!

I miss Undead Quest so much.

>>1936703

My roll

>>1936715
i think we did something there. Maybe.

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>>1936719

>>1936722

Blame the dice gods, not I. Besides there's two 6s, not like my 1 will override them

>8. Super mega damage. Mech completely disabled.

You squeeze the trigger and your mech shakes with the heavy concussion as the round flies. You watch through the sights as the German Shell turns and begins bringing its weapon to bear as the round impact in its lower side.

The detonation flings the mech sideways, flaming bits of metal and hydraulics falling around it as steam puffs from the destroyed cooling systems. The metal carcass smolders slightly as the motor spits fitful black smoke before dying. You whoop to yourself, swinging your sights around.

>The Remaining Spider tank is pinning down some infantry with its machine guns. Free them up.

>That Gun Truck is coming around the flank. It and its infantry could he trouble.

>Bombard the camp and cause chaos

>Change position and search for new targets.

>>1936741
>That Gun Truck is coming around the flank. It and its infantry could he trouble.

>>1936741
>>That Gun Truck is coming around the flank. It and its infantry could he trouble.

>>1936741
>>The Remaining Spider tank is pinning down some infantry with its machine guns. Free them up.

>>1936741
>Change position and search for new targets.

>>1936741

>That Gun Truck is coming around the flank. It and its infantry could he trouble.

Cursed have you been good? Any other quests you'll be bringing back sometime?

>>1936741
>That Gun Truck is coming around the flank. It and its infantry could he trouble.

>Gun Truck.

You hear the metallic clunk as your main gun reloads. You sweep your sights from the burning wreck of the German shell and bring them to bear on the heavy gun truck as it putters over the hill, a detachment of infantry pouring off the sides and laying prone in the grass. Already their fire is tearing into the exposed flank of your infantry. The Gun trucks linked cannons open up on you

>Block with your shield.

>Take the hits and Fire (ill roll for enemy damage)

>>1936760
Im doing alright now. I was pretty bad for a while but im back to Qming

>>1936772
>>Block with your shield.

>>1936772

>Block with your shield.

>>1936774

Das is good my man Please tell me Undead Quest is gonna come back. It was really good

>>1936796
It may in the future .) im glad you liked it.

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>Rolling to see if they even hit your shield
>Roll me a D100 to see how effective your defense is

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>1936806

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>1936806

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>1936806

I AM THE AEGIS OF POLACKS

>>1936800

YES, will it continue from last time? Or will it be a reboot?

>>1936818
Continuation

>>1936824

Thank God, because with so many souls to use for upgrading. I'd be more than disappointed if it was a reboot. Shine on Cursed, you'll always be one of my favorite QMs. I'm happy to see you're back at it

>82 > 57.

The barrage from the Gun truck puffs up dirt around you, you think a stray bullet might have hit your shield. Maybe. You heave the mass of metal out of the way and bring your cannon to bear on the truck where the crew is desperately reloading. Cool as a polish Spring you settle your sights on the center of the pilots visor and squeeze the trigger

>Roll me 1d100 plz.

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>1936834

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>1936834

>>1936834

I AM THE SWORD OF POLACKS

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>1936834

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>1936851

Forgot to roll

>80.
>Roll me 1d10 to see where the round hits.

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>1936862

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>1936862

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>1936856

Guess I'm just the Aegis of Polacks

>>1936862

Rollarino

>>1936866
>>1936868
>9 = Riding infantry
>Roll a 1d6+1

Rolled 2 + 1 (1d6 + 1)

>>1936878

Rolled 3 + 1 (1d6 + 1)

>>1936878

Rolled 6 + 1 (1d6 + 1)

>>1936862
First roll here?
>>1936878
And Bo3 here?

>2+1. Medium damage.

Your mech lurches slightly as you fire, spoiling your aim at the drivers slit. You scowl as you watch through the sights as the men finish reloading the cannons just in time to catch the 6lb shell to the faces.

The entire cannon assembly on the back explodes in a small fireball of shrapnel and pink mist as the men manning the cannon and the cannon itself simply evaporate. The former gunner nest on the back of the Truck is now a smoking ruin of blood and twisted metal. The driver throws the war machine into reverse and quickly backs away over the hill, away from the hellish firepower.

You smirk to yourself, racking a new high explosive shell as you look across the impromptu battlefield. Bodies litter the perimeter of the outpost camp as the rescue team leads the rescued prisoners out through a breach in the barbed wire. Both spider tanks are now burning wrecks. The camp itself burns, the barracks and guard towers smashed to ruin by the rampaging assault Shells. You can see several German soldiers milling about but they seem unwilling to engage.

Dmitris amplified voice echoes out
"Fall back! Fall back! We've got them!"

You turn and beat a quick retreat through the darkened streets as the trucks bearing the wounded and rescued speed by you, taking the men to safehouse to recover and rearm.

As you make your way back through the city you eye the skies as several flights of Attack planes swoop in, searching for survivors of the attack. You and your Squad are long gone.

As you make your way back into the safehouse you can't help but feel pride at the successful raid. Few poles dead, a couple dozen Germans dead. That's a good day to you.

You exit your Shell in the garage and leave it to the capable hands of the mechanics. Being a irregular group you dont really have a job to do, you can come and go as you please.

>Go grab some food, catch some gossip or tips

>Talk to the mechanics about customizing your Shell

>Talk to Dmitri or another Squad leader

>Go practice your skills

>Go catch some sleep

>>1936922
Other way around BO3 for the accuracy, 1st roll for location and damage

>>1936966
>Talk to the mechanics about customizing your Shell


then

>Go grab some food, catch some gossip or tips

>>1936966

>Talk to the mechanics about customizing your Shell

Once that's done

>Go grab some food, catch some gossip or tips

>>1936966
>>>Go catch some sleep

>Talk to the mechanics

You take in the praise and handshakes offered by your squadmates as they hop out of their Shells, making their way through the garage towards the makeshift kitchen. One of the grease stained mechanics makes his way over to you, wiping his hands on a rag as he bellows instructions over his shoulder. Up close he is a massive, barrel chested man with a bushy red beard and grease smeared liberally on his face.

"Hello! Hello my friend!"
He shakes your hand boisterously with a bone pulping grip
"I am Aleksi! Chiefest of mechanics here in our lovely home! I hear you did very well in the Blitz! Ah! Takes skill to use one like that! Tell me! How did she handle? Like a dainty maid or a fat cow?"

>She handles well

>its like driving a battleship

>other

>>1937032
>>other
It's like driving a mechanical incarnation of Death.

>>1936966
>Talk to the mechanics

>>1937032
>Like a grass-fed dairy Queen from the green pastures of yesteryear

>>1937032
>>She handles well

>>1937042
This>>1937032

>Combining for keks

You wrestle your hand away before it is reduced to a bag of pulp and reply smartly
"Like Driving a literal incarnation of death"

He blinks owlishly and purses his lips before opening his mouth to respond. You cut him off
"Like a grass fed dairy queen from the green pastures of yesteryear"

You can see the veins in his temple throbbing from confusion
"She handles very well Aleksi. You are a master at your craft"

He smiles broadly, showing black grease stained teeth and claps your shoulder heavily, pulling you into the garage proper and boisterously talking about the modifications he made to each captured Shell.

"Ill tell you what my friend. For testing my new Shell designs, ill gibe you a discount on modifications and new parts! Deal?!" he grins at you like a oil covered bear

>Deal. Lets see this prototype

>No deal. Ill take the regular stuff.

>>1937096
>Deal. Lets see this prototype

>>1937096
>>Deal. Lets see this prototype
can't go wrong with prototypes
more things to fuck around with

>>1937096
>>Deal. Lets see this prototype

>>1937096

>Deal. Lets see this prototype

Well prototypes are always good

>Deal. Lets see it.

Without even taking a moment to consider you accept
"Id love to test your prototype! Im assuming you know my weapons specialty?"

He laughs loudly, clapping you on the back as he shows you a large sheet covering an imposing form.
"My friend your weapon specialties are exactly why I want you to test it!"

He whips the sheet away revealing a sturdy mech.
"Behold! The KettenBrecher!"

>KettenBrecher-Prototype custom mech- Quad frame. Tri linked 40mm cannons firing explosive rounds. A custom fitted shield on the left arm that functions as a close quarters weapon. Anti-Armor Rocket launcher mounted on right shoulder. Medium armor.

>Take the KettenBrecher

>Stay with your Blitz

>>1937217
>>Take the KettenBrecher
this thing sounds amazing

>>1937217
>>Stay with your Blitz

>>1937217
>Take the kettenbecher

Let's take the free upgrade guys

>>1937217
>Take the KettenBrecher

>Take the KettenBrecher

How is it supposed to be used? It seems like a hybrid between an assault with it melee weapon and lighter armor and a heavy gunner with the Rocket gun and cannon

>>1937217
>>Take the KettenBrecher
explosive rounds and a rocket launcher

>>1937217
>Take the KettenBrecher

Trip 40 mils? Im in.

>>1937275
That's basically what it is. Its an assault with the durability and firepower of a heavy gunner but without the Assaults agility.

>>1937217
>stay with teh blitz.

>>1937217

>Take the KettenBrecher

I want this, I like it. Oh and Cursed we can still loot parts of other mechs so we can upgrade our's right?

>>1937217

>Take the KettenBrecher
Its a beast
All the guns

>>1937217

>Take the KettenBrecher......but see if we can't eventually get two field guns mounted on the shoulders.

>KettenBrecher Shell acquired.

You admire the Shell before you, armored yet sleek and powerful. The Tri-linked cannons mounted on the arm allow full gripping and grappling while allowing you to lay down a storm of lead on your opponents. The shield covers the entire chest and upper legs when brought to bear while the edges are ground down to resemble a massive axe. The four sturdy legs are tipped with broad, steel clawed feet with thick rubber treads to ensure it remains steady as it fires.

You look over the intimidating piece of machinery ahead of you and clap Aleksi on the shoulder, grinning ear to ear

"I love it!"
You exclaim happily, looking over the small checklist of features hanging from a post next to the KettenBrecher

"Well my friend! She will need a name if you intend to ride her to victory!"

>Name your Shell?

>>1937626
>Name your Shell?

Beast Killer

>>1937626
biały partyzant
"White Partisan" in polish

>>1937626
Why not just Partisan?

>>1937626
Tri factor

>>1937677
>Or Nachzehrer

A type of German Boogieman

>>1937626

Time to pump out names!

>Baba Yaga
>Nachtmar
>Królobójstwo
>Koschei
>The Wick

>>1937626
>Field Queen

>>1937788
Królobójstwo
Dont know what it means but i pick it

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>Shellstorm is back.
Also pitching in my vote for Baba Yaga, I think it suits a mech.

>White Partisan fits the setting really well.

You look at the mech, rubbing your chin for a moment before nodding, turning to Aleksi.

"White Partisan."
You say with an air of finality. The name suits the Shell. With this weapon of destruction you shall bring liberation to mother Poland.

You shake Aleksi's hand one final time and bid the mechanic goodbye as you make your way out of the cavernous garage and into the kitchen/mess area. You file in behind some other late arrivals and grab a plate of potatoes and sausage and look for a table

>Sit with the members of your first squad

>Sit with the infantry squads, learn more about fighting on foot

>Sit with the mechanics, learn about the Shells

>Sit by yourself. Eat and get out

>>1937810
>Sit with the members of your first squad

>>1937805

It means regicide in polish

>>1937810

What a shame, oh well

>Sit with the members of your first squad

>>1937810
>Sit with the members of your first squad.
It will be good to get to know the people who will have our back in battles to come. Teamwork will probably be vital for our survival.

>>1937810
>Sit with members of the first squad

Muh comrades.

>>1937824
Its a bit more the probability more like its a must
>>1937820
Ok thsts a fighting name

>>1937810
>Sit with the members of your first squad

>>1937810
>>Sit with the members of your first squad

>Sit with your squadmates.

You push your way through the crowded room and lever yourself into a seat. The men you fought besides scoot a few inches to make room for you as they slap your back, remembering your accurate and lifesaving shooting at the outpost raid.

"Piotr! Good to see you my friend! Heard Aleksi had some special project he wanted to show you! How was it?" asks a boisterous and heavily scarred Assault pilot

>Reveal the KettenBrecher

>Keep the details a secret for now

>>1937994
>>Reveal the KettenBrecher
my dick is soo hard

>>1937994
>>Reveal the KettenBrecher

>Reveal.

You immediately launch into a description of the impressive new mech. The powerful cannons combined with durable armor and a shield that could cleave the limbs from other Shells. The thundering engine that would supply the beast with strength and speed. All the other members of your squad look awestruck at the chance to pilot a newly designed custom mech. The conversation devolves into discussion of different mech types you may be facing.

>Ask about the EisenSoldat

>Ask about the KriegHund

>Ask About the Reichswalker

>Ask about The War overall.

>Other

>>1938079
>>Ask about the EisenSoldat

>>1938079
>Ask about the krieghund

>>1938088
Or
>>1938094

Anybody else wanna vote

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>1938140

>>1938079
>>Ask about the EisenSoldat

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>Ask about the KriegHund
>Pic Related.

"What can you tell me about those light patrol Shells the Germans use? The-Uh.... KriegHund?"
You ask, looking around the table at the other members

One of the Assault members leans forward, gesturing with his fork as he does
"Theyre small, just barely 4meters but Theyre fast. Scurry around on 2 legs with the pilot sitting in a little pod. Usually armed with a light machine gun and some small anti armor rockets. Nothing to get worked up about unless youre on foot. Then you just have to get above them and drop a charge or two on top of their heads! Haha!"
He bellows in laughter as he simulates a explosion with his hands.

>Ask about the ReichsWalkers

>Ask about the EisenSoldat

>Ask about the War overall

>Ask about German Air Power

>Other

>>1938233
>>Ask about the EisenSoldat

>>1938233
>Ask about the War overall

>>1938233
Hopefully we never have to fight a pack of those...

>Ask about the war overall

>>1938233

>Ask about the War overall

War overall wins. Writing.

You chew in silent contemplation of this new information, listening to the gossip and chatter around you as the various fighter groups mingle.
"Anybody heard any news? Of the larger war effort? We aren't the only ones fighting after all"
You ask, looking around as several heads turn or nod in agreement

"Heard the Americans and British landed some massive invasion from those Zeppelin fleets of theirs. Dropped them straight into hell in France and Spain."
Calls one soldier

"Aye the Harlem Helljumpers dropped in behind the Germans and fought like blue devils. Cut down nearly to the last man but they broke a hole clean through the Kaisers "Iron Wall". Friendly troops have been pouring through like a river ever since!" yells another. A cheer goes out for the legendary American Paratrooper unit.

"The Ottomans are holding Whats left of their Empire. Both the Germans and Russians want their oil but only the Germans get it without a fight. The Brits are having to fight through the north African coast to clear them out. Slow going but they have the best chance of uprooting the sandy fucks." comes another voice

"The Russians aren't devoting much to the war in Europe, mainly just holding their ground while they and the Chinese punch each others teeth out. They've got entire legions of Shells slugging it out every day. Every. Day." says another in a nearly reverential whisper

>Ask about the EisenSoldat

>Ask about the Reichswalker

>Finish your meal and go get some rest/Training

>>1938446
>>Finish your meal and go get some rest/Training

>>1938446
The Ottomans are still around in this setting?!

>Ask about reichswalker

>>1938473
They are but Theyre only a threat on the north African front (you'd have had to have picked British to fight on that front)

>>1938446
>>Finish your meal and go get some rest/Training

>>1938446

>Ask about the Reichswalker

>>1938446
>>Ask about the EisenSoldat

>>1938446
>Finish your meal and go get some rest/Training

>>1938446

>Ask about the EisenSoldat

Let's find on out about these and then get training before rest

Polishing off the last scraps of your meal you wash it down with a glass of lukewarm water and hand your chipped plate back to the cook as you make your way into the common area of the safehouse. Built under the bombed out ruins of a warehouse and factory there is a surprising amount of space for the various projects this resistance cell works on. There is a training area complete with a makeshift firing range, A weapons stash where you can snag new equipment, the mech garage and a comms station where you can get missions for yourself if you dont feel like waiting on a raid.

>Go get some training done

>Go see what gear is available

>go get some sleep. Start fresh tomorrow

>Go by the comms station. See if they have a job for you

>>1938673
>Get some sleep

QM probably needs a nap too.

>>1938673
>>go get some sleep. Start fresh tomorrow

>>1938673
>>go get some sleep. Start fresh tomorrow

>>1938673
>>go get some sleep. Start fresh tomorrow

>>1938718
Nap? My man it is 9pm on a weekend. I just put a Boston butt in the slow cooker so ill be up for a while.

>>1938673

>Get some sleep

Time to pack it in for the night

>>1938814

Truly the EisenSoldat of QMs.

>Get some rest.

You make your way through the safehouse towards the bunk area. You pull the curtain out of the way and stow your gear in the small nook carved into the wall. You plop onto the cot with relief, kicking your boots off as you nearly instantly drift off to sleep.

>An air raid siren. The scent of smoke and charred flesh. Clouds of black smoke coiling into the skies as flights of bombers and fighters wheel overhead. The armored prow of a zeppelin pushes through the clouds as the cannons lining its belly blow the city to ruins. A hand at your back pushing you into shelter.
>"STAY DOWON PIOTR!"
>A Faint whistle grows louder and louder, striking home with the devastation of a giants slap. A flare of heat blooms behind you, propelling you down the stairs of the bomb shelter. A heavy, wet mass lands on your back, pinning you under a lump of scorched meat that wears a familiar aftershave...
>"papa..."

You wake with a start, rubbing away the sleep as you sit up, checking your watch by the light seeping under the curtain. Its morning. Nearly noon but still morning by your definition.

>Go get some training in

>Go grab some breakfast

>Go check the comms station

>Go to the garage

>>1938951
>grab some breakfast

Even cold pasta will do.

>>1938951
>>Go grab some breakfast

>>1938951
>>Go grab some breakfast

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>>1938978
>>1938951

That reminds me. What on earth happened to Italy and Austria-Hungary? Has the Flottiglia MAS graduated from manned torpedoes to piloting submersible mechs? I have so many questions...

>>1938951
Breakfast first, but afterwards we should go get properly acquainted with our new mech. We should get used to it before the next battle so we don't have to fight green.

>>1938951
>>Go get some training in
Time to be the best.

>>1939018
For ease of setting Ive folded them into Germany. Spain and France remain mostly free and are a staging ground for the allied attacks while most of mainland Europe is controlled by Germany.

>Grab breakfast

You file into the kitchen area and snag a plate. The boiled beans, what looks like onions and potatoes is piping hot and overly salty but good to fill your belly. You munch contentedly and chew swiftly, wishing to get your day started.

You notice several members of your squad from yesterday filing out into the garage while Dmitri and some other squad leaders are milling about the comms room, looking over tattered sheets of paper.

>try to get a job to do from the big shots at the comms station

>Go get some training done

>Follow your squadmates through the garage. What are they doing?

>Other

>>1939084
Training now, test out the capabilities of our new mech and work with our teammates so we can learn to better work to one-another's strengths.

>>1939084
>>Follow your squadmates through the garage. What are they doing?

>>1939084
>>Follow your squadmates through the garage. What are they doing?

>>1939084
>>Follow your squadmates through the garage. What are they doing?
Pre-battle Rituals?

>>1939084
>>Follow your squadmates through the garage. What are they doing?

>>1939084
>>Go get some training done

>Sorry amigos! I got too comfortable and fell asleep on the couch. Ill pick this back up in an hour or two :)

>>1940030
AND WE ARE LIVE.

>Follow Squadmates

You hurry to catch up with your squadmates from yesterdays raid and manage to catch Mateusz just as he is going through the door to the garage.

"Whats going on?"
You ask, following as he leads you along

"Actually was hoping you would come along. Jakub was part of a night patrol while you were sleeping. He managed to get the drop on a German who got separated from his squad."
He says with a vicious grin, cracking his knuckles.
"Were going to go see what he knows"

You swallow audibly as the sound of a wet heavy impact along with a yelp of pain. You can hear grunts of effort and a furious voice growling out

"Talk! Talk you German dog or ill fry your balls in pig fat!"

Another heavy thud and a whimper of pain followed by a scared voice in German
"I do not know anything! Please! I just got here! I swear!"

Jakubs voice comes again, cold fury
"You'll tell me everything you know or ill peel the meat off your back and let the rats have you"

You come around the corner after Mateusz and have to stop in shock at the sight before you. Jakub is standing before a young german, barely older than a boy, blood coating his knuckles as it drips from the terrified prisoners lips and shattered nose.

The gathered members of your squad nod in greeting as you and Mateusz step into the light, taking your position in the semicircle of men surrounding the terrified German recruit.

>Speak out against the beating. Just kill the poor boy.

>Say nothing. Do not object.

>Leave. You want no part in this.

>Offer to show Jakub how its done

>>1940280
>>Say nothing. Do not object.
Give it a little bit, see what this German and our squad mates are made of.

>>1940280
>Offer to show Jakub how its done
raep him

>Say nothing. Do not object.

>>1940280
>>Leave. You want no part in this.

>>1940299
this

>>1940280

>say nothing. Observe.

Jakub grips the young recruit by the hair, pulling his head back painfully to force him to look directly into his eyes.
"You will talk. There is no question about that my friend. The only thing that will change is how much I have to hurt you before you do."

The recruits eyes open wide as a terrified animals as he begins babbling
"I-I dont know anything! Im- im just a recruit! A conscript! I dont know anything of- Gaaah!!!"

His terrified pleas are cut off by a heavy blow across the jaw that sends a pair of broken teeth skittering across the floor like dice. One bounces off your boot, a small white and red fragment gleaming up at you as a rain of blows impact the Germans face, ribs and groin.
"You-"
Smack
"Will-"
Smack
"TALK!"
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.

Jakub takes a step back from the beaten recruit, wiping clotted blood from his knuckles with a rag before throwing it on the Germans face.
"Anatoli... The pliers. Please"

>Say nothing. Observe.

>Speak out. This is cruelty

>Offer to show Jakub how a professional does it.

>Leave.

>>1940331
>>Leave.

>>1940331
Well the kid seems to be telling the truth but Jakub is honestly kind of terrible at this.

>Say nothing. Observe.
If he goes for teeth then we should speak out.

>>1940345

>>Say nothing. Observe.
Right we probably wouldn't get much info from a conscript anyway

>Silent Observer.

You cross your arms and grit your teeth as Anatoli, a swarthy, red faced man brings forth a small rolling table covered in greasy pliers, hammers and various ripping, tearing and cutting instruments.

Jakub grabs a large pair of pliers with large, jagged serrations in the jaws. He experimentally clacks them a few times in front of the dazed recruits face before slapping sense back into his eyes.

"Now listen my young friend. Everything that is about to happen is your own fault for refusing to speak earlier. Last chance. Anything to tell me?"
Jakub asks softly, gripping the recruits left little finger near the second joint with the heavy pliers.

"Ple-eaaase I dont know anything! I swear-AAAAGGHGGG!!!!"
His terrified plea turns into a scream of agony as his finger is crushed and ripped away by a swift jerk of the pliers. Small strings of flesh dangle from the severed digit as Jakub tosses it away.
"9 to go my friend. Not counting your toes or teeth."

>Speak out. Kill the damn boy he doesn't know anything.

>Leave.

>Interrogation time

>Do nothing.

>>1940383
>Speak out. Kill the damn boy he doesn't know anything.

>>1940383
>>Speak out. Kill the damn boy he doesn't know anything.

>>1940383
>>Speak out. Kill the damn boy he doesn't know anything.

>Speak out. That's enough.

You take a step forward, placing your hand on Jakubs arm
"That's enough Jakub. The boy doesn't know anything. He would have told you already if he did. Just finish him and be done with it. We arent animals."
You say softly, gesturing at the pistol on his belt.

Jakub looks at you coldly for a moment before nodding
"Youre probably right. But I wont be the one to give a German mercy."

He pulls the pistol from his belt and flips it, offering the butt to you.

>Take it and kill the German.

>Refuse. Jakub should do it (d100)

>>1940418
>>Take it and kill the German.

>>1940418
>>Take it and kill the German.
Well we're the one who opened our damned mouth.

>>1940418
>Take it and kill the German.

>>1940418
>Take it and kill the German

>Execute.

You grip the pistol and thumb back the hammer, turning in one smooth motion to aim at the brutalized German.
His bloodshot eyes weakly focus on you as his head slowly rises, blood trickling down his chin freely.
"Plea-"
BANG.

a scarlet spray paints the wall behind his head as a small hole appears in the center of his forehead. His head twitches several times before dropping down, his chest resting on his chest as blood flows slowly down the wall behind him.

You flip the pistol around, offering it back to Jakub who takes it with a nod, directing several of the other men to
"Clean this shit up"

He holsters the pistol and turns on his heel, walking out of the safehouse through the garage.

>Go see about getting a mission

>Go get some training in

>Get acquainted with your new Shell

>Other

>>1940515
>Get acquainted with your new Shell

>>1940515
>>Get acquainted with your new Shell

>>1940515
>>Get acquainted with your new Shell
Best get a feel for her before we're getting shot at.

>>1940515
damn, that was ugly. best distract ourselves with our new equipment.

>Get Acquainted with White Partisan

You make your way through the garage as other men untie the now deceased German and mop up the blood left behind. You pass Shells modified in bizarre and unique ways. One has had its left hand replaced by what appears to be a giant chainsaw while the other contains a nozzle and pilot light indicative of a flamethrower. Another resembles a large spider with long spindly legs and a heavy machine gun mounted under its belly with a 8lb cannon mounted on its back. Several of the assault Shells utilize shields and heavy hammers to bludgeon their way through enemy lines. The autocannons secured to their backs give them the firepower to go toe to toe with more durable Shells.

You eventually settle before White Partisan. You note Aleksi has painted the name in neat letters under the pilots hatch along with a wide streak of white paint down each limb. The Shell is a gleaming example of polish ingenuity.

You lever yourself into the pilots seat, adjusting the knobs and switches to your preference. You note the small toolbox under the seat so you can perform small field repairs.

>perform a weapons test.

>Perform a mobility test

>Test the melee abilities.

>Target practice with the rocket launcher

>Take her out for a spin and see what trouble you can cause

>Other

>>1940611
>>perform a weapons test.

>>1940620
seconded, through testing first and foremost.

>>1940611
>Perform a mobility test
Gotta make sure we can walk to where we need to shoot.

>>1940611
>Perform a mobility test

>>1940636
Yeah, this is more important

>Gimme a bit. At a wedding. Posting will resume tonight

Is Cursed dieded?
giv mechs pls

>>1942736
Saw him in another quest, sneaky OP

>>1936719
>wick lives in death, though I am curious as to what spawned the reboot? New rules or just a need for a fresh start on the setting for shellstorm?