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It was in the midst of the cold of the early year winter, a clear day, the high sun’s gleaming upon the snow turning it glaringly white- a stark contrast to the black war machines that had now trampled upon serenity after being uncovered from careful hiding places. The Captain of the East had mounted upon a familiar vehicle, standing astride it behind the turret- he would have preferred matters not require his involvement, but it was a poor leader who did not oversee at least some of their plans.

His trusted assistant had taken note of his presence here, and the position he occupied. “You do not trust the Senior Leytenant?”

“Misha is a fine officer,” the Captain told his subordinate, “I don’t want to replace his talent. I want to supplement it. I have full faith in my plan.”

“So you want to ensure it occurs according to your intention?”

“Hm?” the Captain frowned quizzically, “Why, no. It is a good plan because it’s simple and forceful. Many would-be military geniuses have made overwrought plans that, while perfectly tactically sound, were unable to be carried out by the executors of the plan. The more pieces a plan has, the more that is required to go right, the more interactions there must be for its success? The more places it may fail at. The two pieces on my side of this board need not interact- merely be present. The only places there could be failure would be my own lack of clairvoyance.”

“Your confidence best not be misplaced,” the Sergeant mused dully, “What is the purpose of this, truly? Beyond the tactical objective.”

The Captain’s face set. “To send a message.”

“Hm?”

“The present Twaryian warrior spirit has a timidity to it,” the Captain lectured, “Something that does not suit a people with the might of Caelus behind them, and the blessing of the Judge Above in their souls. A Twaryian may believe he fights better than his foes, is craftier, has greater fighting spirit, but when that turns out to be delusion? What has he left to face the enemy with? I have baited our enemy into believing we are doing as we are expected to do. One thing at a time, one small prod here, a raid there. What happens next will be a demonstration of the might we wield when we march into battle the superior in all things, as we now have the potential for.” The Captain slid atop the turret towards the open top hatch. “Ready the Moskity, Serzhandt. It is time we tested the true mettle of the Kommandant of Mittelsosalia.”

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You are Lieutenant Rondo Von Metzeler, and there was a situation brewing that was already uncomfortable, and looking to get worse before it got better. You could only hope that you would be able to take care of it- or to at least mitigate any damage that might occur from failures in tactics you might make.

A train, ten boxcars long that could very well contain anything, had steamed up from across the Twaryian occupied border. Orders from above were to not damage the tracks- but you did have to stop the train. Caution ruled the day, as you had ordered out 1st platoon (with 3rd going around to dispatch trailing Twaryian skirmishers) to take measures to coax the train’s operators into halting the vehicle- or halting it themselves. Whatever was in there, it could not be allowed to simply pass through your lands.

Despite the risk of disaster if mishandled, you felt that the current situation was under control. Bar a colossal monstrous crustacean bursting loose from the car. Von Tracht had taken you around to see many a sight indeed, including things that while seemingly completely natural, appeared to the senses as anything but. Even what was formerly illogical could no longer be discounted.

“Report from Gyro 1, sir,” a staff officer suddenly said to you from the radios, communicating with one of Netilland’s odd scouting flying contraptions. “They’re seeing another group coming towards the border, gunning it.”

Another group? “…Composition and location, bearing of travel..?”

“Can’t say yet, just spotted,” the radio officer rattled off, “…Confirm? Roger.” He turned back to you with a mix of bafflement and worry. “Armor and trucks, two platoons of each. Reckon it’s their motor infantry.”

“…Two…four..?” you leaned forward. That was a significant force. “…Location and bearing, immediately…”
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It was given, and upon a map of the sector in the middle of the headquarters office, appropriate tiles were laid down on approximate locations. This looked to be a heavier assault than had ever come before…how polite of Von Tracht to lay responsibilities in your lap just in time for this. Could the company even handle this scale of attack, to say nothing of what secret might be lying in the train to the east? Perhaps, yet also, perhaps not, and it was not as if you could not call in aid, as Gerovic had surely done…Regardless, battle was most certainly inevitable, and you had to make ready whatever you had in preparation for what you would actually do.

>Keep 1st and 3rd platoons where they are to handle the train. 2nd and whatever armor you mobilized would fend off the other threat.
>Withdraw 3rd to HQ, you had to face the coming force with at least relatively even odds.
>The train was now clearly a distraction- withdraw all troops to HQ to get ready to meet with Gerovic
>Other?

Note that 4th and 5th are both at the UGZ- even if they were ready to march over, they would not arrive in timely fashion.
Also, in regards to reinforcement (make sure to ask how much help you want from whomever)-

>You needed no help- and certainly not to owe any favors. 5th company could handle this themselves.
>Were you in no position to call favors from Kommissar Zohl? Even if you would owe him for it, there would be no greater equalizer than calling upon Netilland’s most elite…
>Richter was well acquainted with Captain Edelschwert, and had aided him recently. Surely he would be quick to come to your aid?
>Other?

Remember that anybody coming to help still has to get to you, regardless of how much you ask from them, so it’ll take some time for them to arrive.

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>>4114397
>Keep 1st and 3rd platoons where they are to handle the train. 2nd and whatever armor you mobilized would fend off the other threat.
>Richter was well acquainted with Captain Edelschwert, and had aided him recently. Surely he would be quick to come to your aid?
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>>4114397
>>Richter was well acquainted with Captain Edelschwert, and had aided him recently. Surely he would be quick to come to your aid?
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>>4114527
supporting
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>>4114397
>Keep 1st and 3rd platoons where they are to handle the train. 2nd and whatever armor you mobilized would fend off the other threat.
>Richter was well acquainted with Captain Edelschwert, and had aided him recently. Surely he would be quick to come to your aid?
The attackers only have twice our numbers, military science says this isn't enough to take a fortified position. Let's hope military science is right.
>Recall the 4th from UGZ-09 in any case. The battle might drag out.
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>>4114675
Supporting.
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Also tanq mind showing what the Blue Knights and the 13th Guards have?
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>>4114675
+1
These odds aren't really fun though considering 2nd Platoon has no upgrades and our tanks aren't really meant to get into an extended trade
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>>4114675
This works.
Tell the 1st to throw enough trees and debris on the track to stop it from proceeding if it speeds up now while we still have time.

We'll probably be relatively safe here in the base but we'll be abandoning the town to destruction.

>Other?
This just got escalated to Fustercluck, alert High Command and warn them this isn't going to be a raid and the the Twaryians are here to destroy a town full of Netillian colonists.
Radio the New Mayor and tell him of the situation.
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>>4114788
For the Blue Knights, sure, since Edelschwert picked up a couple new things since last seen- though nothing terribly major.

The 13th Mechanized Guards, however, are not so open. Totally not because I haven't assembled their sheet yet. However, you do know that they've got the best equipment that can be provided, and have ridden in one of their armored assault transports that they have enough of to cart the whole company around in, not counting what is undoubtedly no shortage of support units.

In any case-

>>4114527
>>4114675
>>4114649
>>4114779
>>4114800
Keep everybody where they are.

>>4114527
>>4114614
>>4114649
>>4114675
>>4114779
>>4114800
Call the 12th

>>4114675
>>4114800
And get 4th platoon on standby,

Writing.
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>>4114855
You are counted as well despite appearing while I was submitting the post.
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Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>4114857
Now let’s play a game of “What’s. In. The. Traiiiiin”
>0-10 Only the conductor
>11-20 Regular folk
>21-30 Some bandits
>31-40 Regular troops
>41-50 Troops with good equipment
>51-60 Troops with anti-tank
>61-70 A mage battalion
>71-80 Mages with abominations
>81-90 200 Bertram clones
>91-100 The Kaiser himself to claim Richter
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>>4114879
That's an impressive roll.
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>>4114881
Thanks, I’m training for the duel
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Speaking of the duel should we drag Richter back into this? After all he needs to fight to get rid of his Fear and the situation now is pretty dicey anyways
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>>4114890
Let’s maintain him training anon, he’s gonna need skills as well
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“…Call the outpost field telephone and tell them to make sure first and third platoons…stay on task…” you instructed the operators, “…Call Headquarters and request two things…one, for a message to be given to Captain Edelschwert and his company, requesting aid….the other…inform High Command of the scale of this raid…I believe the intent is to destroy New Jorgenstohn…Call the mayor of said town as well…inform him of the risks…”

Whether razing the colonial town was truly Gerovic’s objective was unknown, but it was the easiest conclusion to come to given the direction of his movement. Unfortunately, you would be unlikely to reach it in time, let alone fight off the enemy, at least unless help arrived, and even trying would leave the base defenseless. Fortified as it had been over the past weeks, it was vastly preferably to try and hold there. Tricky as Gerovic was, he might overrun it otherwise.

A response from Edelschwert was hearteningly prompt. Though his armored car and infantry complement were busy with patrols, he could certainly send his armor- two platoons worth, totaling eight armored fighting vehicles. Whether that would match what you had to contend with was yet to be seen, but you would not complain about reinforcement. A response from command besides the clinical, official reply of “deal with it,” was not forthcoming. Perhaps that was to be expected.

Also encouraging was the hilltop outpost’s report that the train that had so daringly breached the border was coming to a stop, even as the Twaryian skirmishers did their best to evade engagement with 3rd platoon. Soon, you’d finally be told what on earth was inside the mysterious transport…

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Lieutenant Borscholm was quite thankful that he’d been given an easier part of what was described as a mess in the making, especially as the train’s stopping made it more and more appear as though this would not be violent. Not that his men were happy about it.

“Gonna be a real waste of time if we dug these holes in no time flat only for nobody to shoot at us.”

“Shut the fuck up, newbie, you ain’t been shot at before, start looking to be and you’ll catch a bullet yourself. Won’t be so hard for it then.”

“Got in right after the whore brigade flew off,” the young rifleman said bitterly, “The lowlanders get to sit in the UGZ with all its cheap whores. Thought I’d get serious pussy getting in, at least paid for. Fuckin’ recruiters.”

Borscholm was not about to confess that he was no longer a virgin because of the mentioned “brigade.” He could admit that, despite their good position on the hill, if anything was in the train, he’d have preferred to be with the half of the platoon going forward to investigate. “No worries, private,” he said, despite the Squad Leader’s cursing, “If it turns out to be nothing, we’ll help third platoon encircle the Twaryians they’re chasing.”
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Borscholm continued to peer down curiously at the train, as a boxcar opened up and some people in plain civilian clothes jumped out, and waved. A couple were women, even. Ellowians fleeing, perhaps? They’d only be placed in the UGZs, but who knew what they could be running from…

“The fuck’s that? The front and back cars just…fell open?”

Borscholm adjusted his view. Indeed, the sides of the front and back cars in the train had fallen open and to the sides…those were…those were armored cars? And a pair of anti tank guns? From nowhere, there were suddenly a pair of fortified cars, stacked with bricks and sandbags. The cars began to disgorge troops from their bottom hatches, the Lieutenant suddenly noticed. The armored car turrets swept over the troops in the open…

“Insurgents! Open fire! Open fire!

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A far off poomf poomf poomf was heard, followed by rifle and machine gun fire. So much for that, you thought bitterly. “…I want a report on what that is…immediately…” you demanded of the operators.

The message was relayed, and it took half a minute of excited interjections before you were given an actual answer. “The train was full of insurgents, sir! They’re swarming out of the train and fighting with first platoon! They’re saying they have armored cars and anti-tank guns on the train!”

“…How many..?” you tried to urge through the sloth of your mind’s transition to words.

“…Uh…” a query. “Two of each, loaded up on the train. The sides of the car fell off-“

“How many men, too!” you barked in a surge of frustration.

“Dozens…no! Hundreds! Huh?” the operator choked, “Confirm? Noway, not with…”

“Gyro Two sights mass insurgent contact at a train, sir!” another radio operator shouted over.”

That was as certain as one could get. Two independent sightings of a similar contact. Hundreds, though? That could mean…how many platoons? Thank heaven you were safe at headquarters…but for how long?

“Outpost is reporting First Platoon sending up signals requesting armor support!”

“One at a damn time!” you cried back, but the tanks did have to be roused. As many as you could, and Edelschwert’s people had to be pointed in a direction. If High Command was lackadaisical about a Twaryian attack, then surely they couldn’t ignore what was reported to be this many insurgents from nowhere, especially from Twaryian soil.

>Select what tanks and say what commanders to mobilize. You have crews for five tanks.
Also
>Advise the Blue Knights go to help 1st and 3rd platoons.
>Tell the coming reinforcements to head to the HQ camp- you’d need their help against Gerovic’s tanks.
>Other direction?
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>>4115022
>Tell the coming reinforcements to head to the HQ camp- you’d need their help against Gerovic’s tanks
I won’t be surprised if this guy attacked us with power armors
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>>4115022
>Tell the coming reinforcements to head to the HQ camp- you’d need their help against Gerovic’s tanks.
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>>4115022
X-20 with Anya and Ilger's tank to go support the 1st and 3rd. I'd like to imagine if they've sandbagged the armored cars and anti-tank guns
it will take them a little while to dismount them. Maybe wishful thinking.
>Other
If we can, have the mortars devote their efforts to the train situation, pinning the rebels down would nice, if only for 1st and 3rd to get a chance to retreat if it gets too hot.

>Tell the coming reinforcements to head to
>Other direction?
Mag ain't gonna be happy but ask if he can split his cars/cavalry to head to the train and his tanks to head to us?
It would be really good to hit this train fight from three sides, if only to encourage rebels to melt away from our sector.

If Mag doesn't want to do that then default to head to us because ultimately we want Gerovic. If he goes down it really doesn't matter how many rebels they release into the wild.

Von Metzeler / Krause / Eakova with the X-51, X-80 and M28 to stick around until we know where Gerovic is heading or to meet up with Mag's armor.
>Other Other
Do we know who is in command the NeueHoudeberg sector? Might want to at least tell him that a horde of rebels just got dumped on his doorstep. If only to prepare for them if they head that way.

Apologies for the text dump
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>>4115057
Sorry, I'm an asshole and gonna change 1 thing: don't send Anya and Ilger to help but do ask Mag to send the armored cavalry.
Tell 1st and 3rd to do what they can until help arrives then retreat. We just don't want that mess to interfere with the Gerovic fight.

Keep all tanks ready for the armor attack from the south.
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>>4115022
Send the two mercenaries along with Anya in a tank of her choice to go deal with the train. Krause and von Metzeler should mount up and take positions to defend the HQ until the Blue Knights arrive to help defend it. If Gerovic doesn't go for the HQ they can be rerouted to counter him while we remain at the HQ or help with the train if needed.
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>>4115022
>Select what tanks and say what commanders to mobilize. You have crews for five tanks.
Supporting >>4115057
>Tell the coming reinforcements to head to the HQ camp- you’d need their help against Gerovic’s tanks.
Don't like splitting our armour considering we're at a numerical and mechanical disadvantage already.
As >>4115057 get the mortars to start opening up while they're still relatively clustered together. Also inform the other sector. If Command doesn't want to commit further reinforcements to the north get 1st and 3rd to break off.
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>>4115093
Supporting this
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>>4115022
Do our mortars even have the range to the train? What caliber are they anyway?

>Send out Anya in the a tank to help with the train
Thankfully she'll be covered by the hill and the forest on approach, and after that she circle back to the other side of the train out of the AT guns' fire arc.

Can we swap the crews between the tanks freely without regard for experience with a particular model?
>If yes, send Anya in an M28, use the X-5x and T-16 for defence
>If no, send Anya in X-20, use both M28, X-50 and X-51 for defence
>And get Richter the fuck back here, he can at least command a tank

>Tell 1st and 3rd to hold fast
If they try to retreat they'll be mowed down. In place at least they have their foxholes.

>Advise the Blue Knights go to help 1st and 3rd platoons.
We should be able to hold for some time in our fortified position. The 1st and the 3rd aren't so lucky.
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>>4115607
Supporting
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Going to finish breaking up the packed snow and ice on the driveway then come back and call the vote.

>>4115607
>Do our mortars even have the range to the train? What caliber are they anyway?
They're assumed to have been moved into range considering this was being prepared for, but they are 80mm medium mortars, and their range is roughly around one and a half to maybe two kilometers.

>Can we swap the crews between the tanks freely without regard for experience with a particular model?
You can, yes. Plenty of practice has been had with the X models and the m/28 is what every Strossvalder has at least trained on (at the base model), and ironically Twaryian equipment has been experienced during the vacation in Sosaldt.
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Alright then.

>>4115033
>>4115045
>>4115384
All in on HQ

>>4115235
This being the above too I think.

>>4115057
>>4115459
Split off light cars to help infantry? Only his 1st and 2nd are coming, his heavy cars with proper dismounts are busy.

>>4115607
>>4116586
Send the reinforcements to help the infantry.

As for local commitment:

>>4115057
>>4115384
X-20, X-51, X-80, x2 M28

>>4115607
>>4116586
M28, X5(insertnumber), T-16, get the actual main character? Also send a fluff to help the train.

>>4115235
Mobilize five, unspecific choice, split deployment to train.

Alright, how to handle this...

Blue Knights head to HQ, Mortars to help train fight, Anya to Train, with at least one mercenary. A compromise, I suppose. If I've counted up things wrong or misinterpreted intentions feel free to say so while I get this written out.
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Things had gotten far too intense far too quickly- though before leaving in a hurry to fortify yourself, you gave the beginnings of a simple plan- Captain Edelschwert’s forces would head directly to the headquarters camp, and once all the tank crews and commanders were distributed, they would be split between aiding 1st and 3rd platoons, and digging in at camp with the 2nd platoon. There were entrenchments and embankments a plenty, with laboriously dug hull down tank positions. Hopefully, they would be enough. A proper (if hasty) briefing would await the tank commanders, as well as Lieutenant Abetz of 2nd platoon, but first, you had to force some confidence into your stronger, but wavering psyche.

With Frederick’s help, you procured and downed half a bottle of strong spirits. You had never been a heavy drinker, hopefully this wouldn’t become a new habit like it apparently had with Von Tracht, who was also being summoned to the briefing. Regardless of his current status, he was a tank commander of the Archduchy, and he had to be ready for a fight, even though there were insufficient crewmen to man as many tanks as you had officers for them.

The briefing only lasted a couple of minutes, before you assigned the final roles. “…Sergeant Nowicki. Take one of the mercenary officers and their tank…go northeast and support our infantry against the insurgents. Take whatever vehicle you like.”

“The double cannon one then.” Nowicki immediately claimed the little-used twin cannoned X-20. “Hey, Cockroach! Get your ass moving!”

“Heh. Now after all these years Creampuff’s tellin’ me what to do,” Lieutenant Illger chuckled to himself before Anya kicked at his leg. “Sheesh! I’m going!”

Nowicki didn’t leave right after the mercenary, though, and instead turned on Von Tracht, who had been dragged over rather breathless from the nearby woods. “Hey, idiot,” she reached up and pulled him down by his collar so they were at equal height, “Keep your head down. Choir Boy’s got his head screwed on tighter than you right now. I’ll take care of your crew, so don’t do anything stupid while we’re gone.”

Richter only replied with a confused splutter before he was tossed back, and the Sergeant strode after the mercenary she just sent away.

“…Right then. Lieutenant Krause, Lieutenant Abetz, and…er…” you paused, pointing at the other, red haired mercenary.

“Frances.” She answered astutely. “Uh, Junior Lieutenant.”
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“…Yes,” Junior Lieutenant, that was easier to remember. “You are all with me, occupying the defenses here at the headquarters. I will mount up in the X-50, Krause in the X-80, the Junior Lieutenant in the T-16…We are expecting two platoons of armor…and two platoons of motorized infantry, with mounted support…reinforcements from the 12th Armored Cavalry in the form of two armored vehicle platoons will be arriving, possibly after any attack begins…if your vehicle is knocked out, the other tanks have been started, so retrieve a vehicle and return to the front…we have no more time. Further questions will be handled as we make ready…”

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The enemy’s capabilities being uncertain, you had made as part of the initial armor line both one of their own newer tanks (marked with a flag to avoid friendly fire) as well as the X-80, whose shaped charge rounds were said to be quite effective against armor- though you had had little opportunity to test the measure of that. If Gerovic brought any T-15s, you would have to place your hopes in that. Without the Strossvalder high velocity 4.7 cm gun that you had seen able to penetrate the T-15 in weak spots from relatively close range, you would be hard pressed to harm one of those eastern beasts while in a defensive posture. At the very least, your vehicles would be protected below the turret by walls of earth.

The battle northeast continued to audibly rage, now accompanied by mortar barrages as the mortar section sent to accompany the two platoons east began its supporting fires. With large caliber artillery guns banned in the border zone, such would be the heaviest indirect support on quick call. Uneasy reports still came along- third platoon was rushing to support, but in the meantime, first platoon faced an all-out assault: something that, were the enemy as numerous as claimed, they might not be able to deal with, even with Sergeant Nowicki rushing on her way…

>The Revolutionary League insurgents are launching an all-out assault! While they take more casualties this way, if they close the distance, their superior numbers may inflict ruinous casualties.
>Roll two sets of 1d100- the first for closing attack, and if that is lost, a melee assault. Should friendly forces win the first roll, a second attempt at a closing attack will be made.

Give me two sets of 1d100 dice rolls, DC greater than. 1st Platoon has a base combat ability of 30, +10 for regular experience. They also have New Model Machine Guns and a Munitions Caster team, for a cumulative further +10. They will have mortar support for another +10, for a result of 65, but Borscholm is an aggressive leader unsuited for defense- meaning it’s reduced by 5 for a total of 65.
Their opponent has a total combat ability of 40, though with their numerical superiority and vehicle support, they have 55 for the first action, and either the same or 85 for the second, depending on if they win the first closing roll.
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Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>4117050
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Rolled 96 (1d100)

>>4117050
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Rolled 15, 81 = 96 (2d100)

>>4117053
>>4117056
First Platoon putting up a strong defense. How strong is the enemy attack?
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>>4117053
>Give me two sets of 1d100 dice rolls, DC greater than. 1st Platoon has a base combat ability of 30, +10 for regular experience. They also have New Model Machine Guns and a Munitions Caster team, for a cumulative further +10. They will have mortar support for another +10, for a result of 65, but Borscholm is an aggressive leader unsuited for defense- meaning it’s reduced by 5 for a total of 65.
Also should it be 55?
30+10+10+10 is 60
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>>4117053
>>4117056
Keep the good work comrades and Bertram will be a walk in Stalingrad
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Rolled 3, 6, 9, 9, 3, 2 = 32 (6d10)

>>4117067
...Yes. Numbers brain working.

141-60: 8 degrees of success
151-136: 1 degree of success.

Casualty time. D10s, but 4 or more degrees results in another d10's worth casualties to the loser, in addition to the normal bonus or reduction in casualties afforded by degree of success.

However, the scale of the attack means there's double rolls for everybody, and the furious assault means that the enemy's casualties are doubled. Fun. The first two are the first phase, the second two are extra enemy casualties from owning them hard, the last two are phase two.

Even if you take a lot of damage the enemy has still failed to manage to close in, bright spot.
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>>4117084
The [leader of our nation ?] wills it
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>>4117084
Fucking ow.
>>4117091
That'd be the Kaiser of course!
Ah, but which one?
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>>4117110
There's only one Kaiser though. Unless the Archduke decides he wants a promotion I guess.
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Despite the apprehension in the operator’s voice, the reports of 1st platoon’s defense against the sudden enemy were almost too good. Apparently, in an attempt to overwhelm 1st platoon, the enemy insurgents had charged their position- and been driven off twice, the first time, resolutely, though the terrible sacrifice of the first attack combined with time spreading out their numerous formations meant that they were beginning to pressure 1st platoon terribly. 3rd Platoon was approaching, but their allies would likely have to weather at least one more attack before Sergeant Nowicki was ready to fully support them.

Gerovic, meanwhile, had disappeared from the eye of the autogyros- then come back up. Heading straight for you, from the south. At this pace, they’d come before Edelschwert arrived. A quick check with your gunner- you’d want to fire as soon as you could. It wasn’t as if you were exactly revealing a hidden position.

Another attack announced- another few minutes to hear the results, while keeping a wary…shuddering eye in your binoculars, into the only slightly misty afternoon.
>Another set of 1d100s. One for another charge against 1st platoon- then a less strong attack against 1st platoon and then 3rd platoon’s flank attack. 3rd platoon has less equipment and direct support so their combat ability is merely 40, but Kristoph, as an Aggressive Leader, gives a bonus of 5 while also taking less casualties upon winning offensive actions. The enemy in the latter two engagements also loses some bonus from support and numerical superiority for a combat ability of 45 instead of 55.

Additionally, vote on:

>Have Anya support 1st platoon- out of range of the train’s weapons
>Have Anya attack the train directly and destroy its supporting arms

>>4117091
Archduke Siegfried Von Strossvald, though these are Netillians fighting, so...the Military Council, the Defense Party, the Premier? Whatever.
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Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>4117145
>>Have Anya support 1st platoon- out of range of the train’s weapons
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Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>4117145
>Have Anya support 1st platoon- out of range of the train’s weapons
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>>4117155
Fuck
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Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>4117145
>Have Anya support 1st platoon- out of range of the train’s weapons
I don't think we need another roll, but lets test teh nice good to see what could have been.
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Rolled 77, 64, 86 = 227 (3d100)

>>4117163
Nah you needed 3.

Anyways, keeping Anya safe I see. Almost like she was purposefully kept out of the riskiest lines of fire. I see how it is.
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Rolled 9, 1, 9, 7, 5, 10, 2 = 43 (7d10)

>>4117147
>>4117155
>>4117157
>>4117169

138-132: Evens
65-109: Four degrees of Failure
75-131: Four Degrees of Failure

No worries, the tanks are here just in time for the melee. You're the one getting hit with bonus casualties now though.

Also, the numerical bonus for extra dice does not apply to the last- this'll be first two dice, second two dice plus bonus, then a single dice, plus its bonus.
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>>4117155
>>4117163
Ok, nothing to worry for now.
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>>4117181
Christ 1st Platoon really getting hammered here
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>>4117197
They held on fiercely, but they’re humans after all
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Anya Nowicki peered just over the cupola as the flank of the hill was crested, then the battlefield opened up before her. The sight she saw shook her confidence, but only for a moment. “Illger! Get on line with me!” she shouted into her throat microphone, “Holy hell, they’re being overrun,” she coughed as she saw another attack on the beleaguered 1st platoon, though they were surrounded by bodies as is, persistent attacks had clearly worn them down- they were starting to melt under the pressure, and the insurgents were closing in, preemptively drunk on a victory they saw coming as only one machine gun was answering at least three. Mortar shells splashed around, threatening but ineffective.

“Targets sighted.” Stein, the gunner, reported stiffly.

“Shoot anything that ain’t green!” Anya shouted back, “Fire! Fire!

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The X-20 had not fired its weapons often in your time here, you remembered, but the sound of its report was unmistakable, like a far off rattling as its cannon reports overlapped one another. The radio operator updating you on the situation had started panicking- but this was all in the Sergeant’s hands now, and the Netillians’. You spied silhouettes, and could now only pay attention to your own tactical situation. Gerovic hadn’t stopped at New Jorgenstohn at all, or even slowed, or fired at it- he had gone straight for your throats.

A situation immediately compromised by a sudden barrage of smoke just in front of your positions. Damn Gerovic- craftily trying to blind you as he approached. You could wait in your current positions…or pull back, using his own cover against him, but to where? The defenses weren’t particularly layered, as the camp hadn’t been large enough to particularly accommodate. The forest north could perhaps give some level of cover, and put you closer to the 12th’s reinforcements, but it also meant withdrawing from the very object you were attempting to defend, as well as your reserve tanks.

Not much time to decide, agonizingly little. Safety in retreat? Safety in the long prepared fortifications? Perhaps valor in a surprise attack advancing into the smoke? Foolish considering your lack of numbers, potentially 3 to 1, against enemies that were most certainly skilled, but…

>Hold fast. If Gerovic came closer, your weaponry was only more effective. Receive him on the metaphorical walls of this castle.
>Abandon the defenses. If he maneuvered to surround or flank you, you were doomed- damn whatever had to be sacrificed at the base.
>You wouldn’t beat this enemy in a slugfest, even behind defenses or cover. Use the smoke to maneuver. (Where, relatively?)
>Other?

Also, give two more sets of 1d100: the fighting on the hill is still happening, after all. Combat ability cumulative of 75 against 45 for 1st platoon now, with the arrival of tanks, and double damage because of the X-20. Still 45 against 45 for 3rd platoon.
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Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>4117237
>>Hold fast. If Gerovic came closer, your weaponry was only more effective. Receive him on the metaphorical walls of this castle.
If we move out of cover we're screwed considering they have the mobility advantage
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Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>4117237
>Hold fast. If Gerovic came closer, your weaponry was only more effective. Receive him on the metaphorical walls of this castle.
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>>4117243
>>4117249
At this rate we don't have to worry about the duel because everyone's gonna be dead with these rolls
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Rolled 6, 75 = 81 (2d100)

>>4117243
>>4117249
Voting is still open while I get other map ready, but rolling for other stuff now.
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Rolled 2, 8, 9, 1 = 20 (4d10)

>>4117243
>>4117249
>>4117256

99-51: Four Degrees of Success
49-120: Seven Degrees of Failure

Nasty Damage for everybody coming in. First two for 1st Platoon battle, second two for 3rd Platoon, second of each set is bonus damage. Damage against enemy for first set's final is doubled.
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>>4117277
Hmm, yeah that's not the best look. But hey, it ain't over yet!
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>>4117277
Oh well at least the X-20 managed to bail out 1st Platoon I guess. Now we somehow need to survive Gerovic's assault
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>>4117277
I noticed that your modifiers didn't include any bonuses for defensive positions, and even a penalty for Borscholm . Would we really have better chances by charging into the enemy?
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>>4117448
>Would we really have better chances by charging into the enemy?

No. Even if one were insane enough to try it, it would have meant that you wouldn't be fighting at even odds driving away attacks and instead get into a mob fight with the massive outnumbered penalty. The hastily dug ditches meant that they could be fended off multiple times in the first place.

That and it's only a penalty of -5.
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>>4117467
How low is 1st and 3rd Platoons numbers at this point?
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>>4117243
>>4117249
Mortality clarified in a single strike
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Morning hath come and I will update after I make breakfast.

>>4117243
>>4117249
Hold fast, help is coming.

Sticking to the trenches it is.

>>4117508
That is not something I will define for certain until this fight is over, but each platoon is about 80 people depending on additional troops, so one is looking around half and a quarter out respectively for 1st and 3rd.
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No, your best chances were on these fortifications, regardless of any feeling of being rooted to them. They were better protection than any armor on the tank you rested in, and when seconds were an eternity in a battle, you weren’t about to spend them risking moving elsewhere.

…The smoke began to thin. Hurry, you thought irritably, Hurry and clear up. Let me at least see the death coming for me. The Fear grew worse, and worse…was alcohol not meant to help it? Yes, somewhat, but the apprehension growing as you heard the noisy Twaryian tanks approach…then their silhouettes. Near 300 meters away, almost perfect engagement range, as light trucks motored forwards as well. Different looking trucks flanked them, themselves seeming mounted with guns, smallish ones. There were…many…Edelschwert would be arriving soon, but would soon be soon enough?

“Sir?” your gunner called you back from the clouds, “Target?” He was nervous as well. The odds had never been this against you…

>Mark targets to fire upon. You have initiative. Accurate fire is not expected through smoke, certainly not for defending infantry at 300 meters, but the the ranges are such that distance is no obstruction to the tanks.
>Von Metzeler is in the X-50, Eakova is in the T-16, Krause is in the X-80. The Stormtrooper squad is behind Von Metzeler as a reserve.
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>>4118090
>T-16 and X-50 - the western group of tanks
>X-80 - The group of 4 tanks on the road
We should've bought some AT guns while we had the opportunity...
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>>4118104
Going with this. I don’t know why we didn’t buy any. If I remember correctly we still had some points to spare after buying more fuel.
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>>4118104
I'll support this. As for AT guns they were like what 12RP? We definitely didn't have enough leftover
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>>4118090
I once again ask, how does Gerovic manage to get so much resources ? Is his charisma and command skills that good ?
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>>4118104
>>4118143
>>4118145
Action plan taken.

Go ahead and give me 3 sets of d100, DC 30 for the first two, 40 for the last, because of smoke and low velocity weapon. Degrees of success apply. Not that you should expect them to burst asunder out of courtesy.

>>4118150
>I once again ask, how does Gerovic manage to get so much resources ? Is his taste in eastern cartoons that good ?

I am unsure of what sort of answer you expect! You hardly know a thing about the Twaryian Armed Forces in general, let alone Gerovic, besides that he has infamy and is purported to be a Captain.
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Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>4118187
>Is his taste in eastern cartoons that good ?
I bet he watches GuP and AL
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Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>4118187
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>>4118187
>Is his taste in eastern cartoons that good ?
Can we persuade him to switch sides with a choice waifu?
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>>4118195
>>4118207
I hope we live to fight Bertram
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>>4118187
Forgot to mention as per usual, DC roll under. Though since they're at standard combat range it'd be slightest to be easier anyways.
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>>4118213
Oh, I feel better now
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Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>4118187
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>>4118195
>>4118207
>>4118256
Well at least your own crew is hitting on the mark. For what it's worth. Writing.
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>>4118256
>>4118207
>>4118195
Plot twist, Bertram is working with Gerovic so he doesn’t have to wait a week to give us a twarian tie
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“…The group at the 2 o’clock,” you ordered the gunner as the turret turned, “…Fire at will…”

As you ducked back down, the tank kicked back with the sharp blast of its cannon, and you watched the glowing trace of the shell fly out and strike against the silhouette of an enemy. They slid and stopped- you couldn’t tell if you knocked them out or immobilized them yet, but either was fine. Judge Above, when they started firing back…your breath already felt like you were being choked, but the smoke cleared more and the eastern vehicles began to take more certain shape, closing…

“They’re made of tough stuff,” you heard the Mercenary Junior Lieutenant say warily over the radio, “Direct hit on the front plate, did fuck all. Do they have a weak spot or do I have to go for the turret rim and tracks?”

“I’m using the specials,” Krause reported, “Their trajectory’s off. Glanced off the side of their turret, I need a direct hit with it.”

“…Hold fast…” you said more to yourself than to them. “…Reinforcements will arrive soon…”

“Shell ready!”

“On the way!”

>Roll another 3 sets of 1d100, roll under 70 as the smoke clears. However, this time, the enemy will be firing back. Order is Metzeler, Eakova, Krause.
Also, state where to aim with the shot.
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Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>4118285
Lower plate
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Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>4118285
Gun mantlet, they should be close enough for precise shots so hopefully we can at least disable their gun
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Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>4118285
Turret rim. Let’s reduce the amount of punishment for us.
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Rolled 24, 27, 75, 7, 72, 77, 42, 5, 12, 87, 90 = 518 (11d100)

>>4118288
>>4118311
>>4118314
Nice rolls.
And now the other guys shoot. At you.

First six are the T-16s (that didn't get slapped hard), with DC 40 because of your trenchworks. Second four are the support cars, with DC 25, and last is the T-15, with DC 75. From left to right, roll under.
>That's a lot of guns!
Yes.
Good luck.
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>>4118336
The good news is that the worst thing to get hit by didn't hit you so take solace in that.
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>>4118336
5/11, looking good
>>4118338
Looking really good
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>>4118336
Well this is going to be fun. Hopefully Edelschwert can get here before the camp's a burning mess.
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“…Aim for the lower armor…!” you advised the gunner. A small correction was felt, then the kick of the cannon knocking back the vehicle.
You stared…saw the hit. The lower glacis admittedly did not protect the guts of the tank, but a hit was a hit, and any disruption to the tank’s internals, including that of the lower hull crew, was as good as one could ask for.

Reports on firing came in. A hit on the gun from the Mercenary- Krause reported a direct hit on the front lower turret of his target, with impressive results. An explosion like a high explosive shell, but the tank’s gun suddenly sagged. Hopefully knocked out.

Then the tanks, near uniformly, halted. Returned fire.



You were scarcely aware of the loud krkrang of steel, the subtle sound of it failing to hold against impact, you only became cognizant of the smell of burning…ears ringing…blood. Pain.

The senses fled, logic following behind. Before you knew it, you were outside of the tank, every pop, boom, cracking whistle another weight upon your back, your chest. Run! Run! Judge Above, have some mercy! Your legs had folded into useless masses beneath you as your cheek touched the snow. You couldn’t feel your left arm- did you have one? Every thought made your breathing halt, your chest burn…were you dying? Death would be a mercy-

“Lieutenant!”

A voice. Von Tracht? Was he not terrified? Your vision had fled as well, you could hear, but you groped about feebly. Where were you? Who were you? Somebody…somebody help…

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You are Richter Von Tracht, and you were under the influence of two doses of Wakeleaf, taken in the quickest, dirtiest fashion possible. Your nose burned like fire, your head pounded, but you were high as the clouds and the Fear had no place up there. Anya had told you to stay down, to not take Wakeleaf, to not do anything stupid…but you had had enough. You refused to do nothing, especially now, as you lifted Von Metzeler and dragged him into a trench. His left arm had been carried away just above the elbow, and the X-50 was idle- choking crewmen poured out the back and rushed to the trench where you had taken Von Metzeler.

“Hey!” a stormtrooper, armored and hefting a submachinegun, ran over to where you had all ducked. “You all right?” He gazed at Von Metzeler, “We’ll take him down to the medics below, what about you?” He spoke to another crewman, covering his face, blood between his fingers.

“I-I-I can’t see!” He sputtered pathetically, “I can’t see!”

Even the influence of drugs couldn’t stop your heart from freezing, but it was pounding so quickly and unevenly that you were utterly incapable of being still, not even in terror.

“W-w-we h-have to go!” you stammered, loudly, every syllable a cracking of glass, “We have to get, get over,” Words failed you, and you instead bodily grabbed the healthy remaining three crew. Something, you had to do something…

>Get back in the X-50. If you were lucky, you could at least recrew the weaponry…
>Go back to the motor pool and get the X-51 or X-52. Identical in design, either would suffice…
>This was hopeless. Take command and have everybody retreat to the tunnels. The enemy tanks could at least not reach you there.
>Other?
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>>4118378
>>Get back in the X-50. If you were lucky, you could at least recrew the weaponry…
Tell the stormtrooper to go find Yva, only way they're getting the arm and eyes back
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>>4118378
>His left arm had been carried away just above the elbow
Poor guy, gotta day goodbye to sword fighting
>>4118386
+1
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>>4118386
Supporting
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>>4118378
>>Go back to the motor pool and get the X-51 or X-52. Identical in design, either would suffice…
Take the crewmen that can still see.
Also seconding the idea to get Yva, I don't know if she'll actually be willing to use magic on him but it's worth a shot.
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>>4118386
>>4118390
>>4118398
>>4118401
Load up in a new tank! And find the witch!
Writing.
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In honor of Metzeler left arm https://youtu.be/3Y1Z1y2PSNw
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Please excuse, I did a goof.
Rewriting update.
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>>4118571
Mind telling what was it ?
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“Th-there’s,” you coughed, “There’s a woman in a cottage near the woods, north, northeast, I need you to-need you to get here…” Maddalyn wasn’t here. Poltergeist wasn’t here. Not even the Riverman. There was one person who could help you- help her friend, to at least consider it.

The Stormtrooper squinted at you like you were insane. “There’s an attack right now, they’re coming right-“

“G-go, fool!” you lashed out, “They aren’t coming from, from the north! Go!”

Some measure of authority must have been in your voice as the armored trooper rushed off, kit clanking. You took the healthy crew- and made a dash for the recently knocked out X-50. Gerovic might have wounded Von Metzeler, but damn it if you were going to make this any easier for him!

“B-back in,” you stuttered as you clambered out of the trenches and towards the X-50, whose back remained wide open. It wasn’t on fire- and was thus hopefully still serviceable. You were a crew short so the driver would have to come back and load when you were in position, but beggars were no choosers in this situation.

One bit of good news- as you climbed atop the X-50 and looked around, over the top of the embankments that protected the Motor Pool vehicles, you saw Edelschwert’s reinforcements arriving from the north. They needed directions. Everybody needed directions.

You hooked yourself into the radio as quickly as possible. “Plat-platoon, report. Report.”

“Turret’s busted, gun too!” Eakova shouted back, “We’re dead in the water!”

“We’ve taken a hit to our treads,” Krause reported, “My tank is immobile. Where is Rondo? Is he all right?”

A pause. “He’ll b-be alright. I’m coming. Edelschwert is almost here…” Incredible crackling and popping began. As though an infantry assault were occurring…though the muffled Hoorrahh! probably said as much.

“Gun’s alright,” the gunner reported- you hardly knew the crews besides your own. The strike to the turret had had no chance of hitting the vulnerable ammunition reserves. “…Hey, load me up! Load AP!”

>Take command.
>Declare your target for firing.
>Tell Edelschwert where to deploy his forces?
>Instruct Eakova or Krause to bail out and change vehicles? (There is an m/28 and the X-52 still in the motor pool.
>Any other actions?

>>4118575
Miscounted the vote on whether to get in the X-50 or the X-51 back at the motor pool. Not too big a change.
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>>4118581
Eakova and Krause should abandon their vehicles and crew the tanks waiting in the motor pool. Everyone else should also pull back to the motor pool and form a defensive ring around it. Meanwhile Edelschwert's forces should split in two and circle around the HQ to attack the Twaryian forces in their flanks. If the Twaryians advance into the HQ Edelschwert will be in position to envelop their forces and they can be entrapped and captured or destroyed within the HQ. If the Twaryians are smart they'll recognize the threat to their flanks and limit their advance so we can form a stable line of defense.

>>4118575
Don't listen to him, tanq actually tried to post a drawing of the battle scene but accidentally posted a picture of himself dressed as Richter while standing in a model of an m/28 made of cardboard while holding an Anya dakimakura.
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>>4118581
>Instruct Eakova or Krause to bail out and change vehicles? (There is an m/28 and the X-52 still in the motor pool.
>>4118596
Supporting this
Also, that makes sense
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Wouldnt Yva need whats left of Metzelers arm to reattach it?
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>>4118618
Unfortunately, mr panzer sent it to the shadow realm, so she’ll have to regrow it
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>>4118618
>>4118627
A concerted search hasn't exactly been made for it!
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>>4118581
Judge Above, what a mess we stepped into. Supporting >>4118596's plan
>>4118618
>>4118627
I don't remember if Richter knows it, but fortunately Yva has some experience with prosthetics.
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>>4118677
There’s a slim chance we could find it after the battle, but it seems we’ll meet punished rondo next
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>>4118719
I wouldn't imagine there's much resembling a functional arm to be recovered after getting it blown off by an AP round. A spooky prosthetic might be a better alternative in the long run than trying to stitch back on a mangled limb. Just imagine, we could poke Bertram's eyes out with it
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Don't you only need one arm to swordfight anyway? It's a good thing von Metzeler picked out a wife right before becoming a cripple; worst case scenario he gets to retire to the countryside and live as a wealthy landowner with his cute wife and a government pension while earning a reputation in underground dueling circles as the dark and mysterious one-armed swordsman. Assuming he doesn't bleed to death immediately.
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>>4118742
The off-hand is still useful in a duel for grappling and as a counterbalance, but for a quick, first blood sabre duel lacking an arm shouldn't too much of a hindrance. Rondo's a handy guy to begin with, he should still have the ability to fence afterwards, yeah assuming bleeding etc.etc.
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>>4118596
+1.
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>>4118581
>>4118596
For what it’s worth five hours after most of the voting, the positions everyone is in now seem like the best bet for buying time for Edelgard. The lines are getting charged right now and picking everyone up to fall back just gives the enemy more time to close the gap and bring their superior numbers to bear. Bringing up the two extra tanks can buy time to pull back later but those tanks need time to get back on the line. Also we are in the only armored target against at least five active high caliber guns, so get that gunner shooting right to left at any armored box still moving.
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>>4119249
>>4119305
Actually yeah on second thoughts giving up our strongest defensive positions would be unwise. Tell Eakova to go get another tank since their gun is busted anyway but let the X-80 and us keep firing
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>>4119305
>>4119346
The Twaryian infantry are already only 100 meters from our line and with the degree to which they outnumber us there's a serious risk that we could be overrun immediately, which obviously would be catastrophic. They've already started their assault and they sure as hell aren't going to want to stay in the open if they can avoid it. Falling back gives them about twice the amount of ground to cover which buys us at least twice the amount of time, and if they slow down while they navigate over our fortifications or use them as cover then all the better for us. There's no point in forcing an all-or-nothing final stand when our reinforcements have just arrived and will join the battle momentarily.
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>>4119371
Allowing them to take our trenches mean we're giving away our best cover while allowing them to make a mess out of the camp by giving them free potshots into the interior and motor pool.
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>>4119378
Also the best time to reduce their infantry advantage is now before they dismount and they're still in the open.
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>>4119305
Supporting
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>>4118581
>Have Eakova switch vehicles, Krause can stay since his gun is working
>Shoot at T-16s directly south
>Don't retreat the infantry, the enemy is too close already. Tell the western flank to reinforce the center though.
>Tell Edelschwert to attack the eastern infantry. Crush them under the threads!
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>>4119473
I'm supporting this but amending that after Krause fires once, he and his crew should bail and grab another tank. He's a sitting duck no matter how valuable that gun is.

Although the point may be moot after he, and we, get blown the fuck up.
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>>4119509
Our tanks are dug in. They're sitting ducks by default.
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>>4119473
I agree with this, but I think Edelschwert should split up and attack around both sides. Their left flank will crumble immediately since the tanks there are already jacked up, and then they can start flanking the center.
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>>4120147
We might get overrun before that.
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>>4120222
Maybe. Our tanks aren't doing too well, but the infantry is dug in and no worse for wear yet, plus we still have the storm troopers in reserve in the center. We can have Krause engage the two south tanks while we load HE and suppress the infantry while we still can.
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>>4120280
Honestly one thing I am concerned about is most of Edelschwert's tanks are pretty undergunned to be facing Twaryian armour. Maybe get his heavier tanks to go round the left flank while the lights and armoured cars go after the infantry
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Up, going to break more ice then come back.

>>4118596
>>4118611
>>4118677
Bail out, get alternate tanks, fall back to tighter defensive positions while reinforcements attack the flanks. Attempt to draw things into a line rather than an encirclement.


>>4119305
>>4119346
>>4119400
Not one step back. Buy time for reinforcements to bolster positions.

>>4119346
And have Eakova change vehicles.

>>4119473
>>4119509
>>4120147
Have Eakova swap out- direct fire south, keep everybody in trenches. Have reinforcements attack the east.

>>4119509
Yet have a one shot policy for Krause
>>4120147
Also split for both sides.

>>4119385
Once they're within a hundred meters they dismount- and slow down as would be expected, though there's plenty of suppression to go around...

How to spread this...I believe it would be, generally speaking-
>Have Infantry hold current position
>Change out tanks- Krause after firing one shot
>Have Edelschwert split and wrap around both sides

If I've miscounted or whatever then feel free to point out, I'll come back and get this update out in a bit.
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“…Eakova!” your thoughts collected as an armor piercing round was slung into the cannon breach, “If your t-tank is d-d-dam-damaged, get a n-new one! Your old one! Krause! Fire one more time…and do the same!” You didn’t bother waiting for confirmation, as you turned out and shouted back to the Stormtroopers, “Hold the lines! Hold the-the trenches!”

KRKOWW!!

The cannon blasted dust up and over you- no attention was paid to where the round went yet, you had to get Edelschwert on. Damn it all, your hands wouldn’t stop shaking like there was an earthquake within…

“C-captain,” you stuttered, “S-send your tanks around both, both sides, their right…our left…the east, it-it’s soft.”
Again, no time to hear a reply, only time to burst forth from the top once more and see what was going to hell in a handbasket…

>Roll 4 sets of 1d100 First is your tank’s shot, second is Krause’s, latter two are Netillian 2nd platoon troops firing against the enemy attack. Yours and Krause have a DC 70 roll under as usual, 2nd platoon troops are fighting in mass rather than single target firing, and thus are Combat Ability 50 Higher Better against their enemies, when they roll.
Yes we have reached the point where higher and lower are in the same roll set.If it's taking a while don't hesitate to make another roll post. Map update is after this roll.
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Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>4120502
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Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>4120502
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Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>4120502
>>4120535
>>4120573
Off to a good start
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Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>4120502
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>>4120535
>>4120573
God fucking damn it.

>>4120594
>>4120600
At least 2nd platoon's mass attack is going alright!
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Rolled 8, 79, 23, 76, 88, 81, 6 = 361 (7d100)

I return.

>>4120535
>>4120573
Just shy of doing damage.
>>4120594
>>4120600
But hey, 139 and 147, hard to beat.

Time to see how hard you get hit! Tanks are DC40, and the attacking Twaryian Infantry have their Combat Ability of 70 (they're good- and supported by the Combat Cars this round) reduced by 30- to 40, but they outnumber you, so up to 50.
First two shots against you, second three against Krause,
Last two are Infantry.
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>>4120594
>>4120600
139-131: Evens
147-56: Nine Degrees of Success

That is not a lucky first roll though is it.
Getting it all ready.
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>>4120750
Tanks are row under and infantry is roll up, right ? In that case we’re good, only 3 hits
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>>4120765
Got confused, but damn we got a tie with their best roll and 9 successes. What happens in a draw though ? None takes damage or both take minor damage ?
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>>4120769
>What happens in a draw though ? None takes damage or both take minor damage ?
In these (very unsteadily defined) rules, degrees of success are how much more an enemy is damaged, and how much less the victor is damaged by combat. 0 degrees just means there's no modifiers to damage, but being higher does at least mean they were theoretically "on top" in said engagement, so bad things like being closed on more doesn't occur.
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>>4120777
Ok, so we pinched the first one and tore the legs of the second. Seems fine to me
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Rolled 6, 4, 1 = 11 (3d6)

I forgot something.
Getting this real quick. Second set is damage and bonus for the right.
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>>4120809
That’s our bonus ?
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“Glanced off the armor!” The gunner reported. Damn it, what did it take to-

KRKRAAANG!!

A deafening sound of steel tearing open, and a spray of something hot and wet over your side, followed by splinters of pain in your leg- a hand shot down, and you felt a long spike of hot metal, jutting out just above your knee.

“Ggh!” you bit back a yelp, as you felt more smaller splinters about.

“Viktor? Viktor!” A cry of confusion came from below, and you had to keep yourself from looking.

“Th-the gun…” you crouched down yourself to try and open the mechanism…only for the breach to fall apart as you tugged upon it. “The…” You felt your voice distantly repeat itself, stunned. Something scratched its claws against the inside of your head like a bear was trying to rip its way out, but your high made you barely aware of it.

Outside, a familiar Twaryian warcry rang out, and your blood turned to ice. There was no infantry in front of your position- just the Stormtroopers behind. Could you make it? You…you couldn’t stay here.

Viktor!” the impromptu loader wailed, only to be tugged out the back.

“We’re sitting ducks without that gun!” the Driver turned Radio Operator cried in consternation, “We gotta leave!”

There was no argument made, but even as the crews abandoned the tank under you, yourself limping after them, you could hear the cracks of rounds passing the X-50, the enemy infantry apparently ignorant of its crippling wound. You staggered, tripped, fell, then blindly crawled like an animal to the closest trench works, the crew who had outpaced you pulling you in as you drew close.

“Here they come, boys!” You heard the Stormtrooper sergeant shout, though you already heard furious fighting towards the trench that had once been your flank. What…what were you to do? The T-16 was retreating back towards the motor pool, faster than legs could carry anybody. You looked over to the X-80; the crew, and Krause, were bailing for whatever reason, a few of the crew clutching wounds. Had Gerovic crushed you so easily..?

No, no, you hadn’t lost yet. There were more tanks in the motor pool, Edelschwert was here…but could you make it?

>What choice did you have? Rush to the motor pool, as fast as you could limp.
>There was no time to get to the tanks. Grab whatever weapons you could- you'd test your luck in a trench before showing your back.
>You would move faster with the help of a tank. Gather the crew and return to the vehicle you fled- even if you risked being struck along the way, each second counted in this situation. (Will result in reaching the motor pool faster…at a risk.
>Other?
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Don't worry tanq, I got this one.
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>>4120873
>What choice did you have? Rush to the motor pool, as fast as you could limp.
Great, with luck we only got small piercings along our body. We can’t do much with a gin anyway and staying in the trench against a bigger force is not good, specially with our last rolls (to be fair, if we were even our result wouldn’t be so poor). Time to enter the panzer and avenge Rondo’s arm.
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>>4120873
God. Fucking. Damn it.
Ok.
I think our best bet is
>Rush to the motor pool, as fast as you could limp.
Fight the pain, Richter! Fight and Kill and Win, or die trying! Can't do any of that outside of the tank! Well maybe you could, but let's not risk losing your other eye or more to the same type of shit.
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>>4120924
>or die trying
Reminds me that before this shitfest, everyone was theorizing how long we would last against Bertram and now we are asking if we’ll even manage to get there at all. mfw this was part of tanq’s plan to start Panzer Revenge quest with Anya and Maddy for Richter and Yva for Rondo’s arm
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>>4120935
>Panzer Revenge: With Anya and Maddy
Yeah, no.
Maddy will go nuclear and will kill everyone in Strossvald with Demiphantoms. Anya might seek vengeance, assuming our luck isn't funneled completely away from fueling MC plot armor and towards crushing Gerovic like it has been, so that she has someone to take vengeance on. Otherwise, she's going to downward spiral super hard.
Them actually working together is the most unlikely turn of events.
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Rolled 30, 89, 41, 10 = 170 (4d100)

>>4120916
>>4120924
Run to the motor pool!
Writing. Hobbling along on foot'll take a couple rounds...things may be better when you're back in the fray at least!
Writing, but not before a few rolls. Go ahead and give me two sets of 2d100 here to face this- as the initial line of your armor has been knocked out, the Twaryian armor can now focus on supporting their friends- so they'll get their Combat Ability of 60 rather than 50 against your guys, who still get a bonus of 50 themselves. This will be two rounds of battle, after all.
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Rolled 98, 77 = 175 (2d100)

>>4121010
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Rolled 17, 78 = 95 (2d100)

>>4121010
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Rolled 2, 3, 1, 2, 2, 2, 2 = 14 (7d6)

>>4121010
>>4121039
>>4121060
148-90: Five Degrees of Success
128-147: One Degree of Failure
57-101: Four Degrees of Failure
128-70: Five Degrees of Success

Time to see much violence there was, then. It'll go First Damage-Bonus-Second Damage-Third Damage-Bonus-Fourth Damage-Bonus

At least I'm not slinging around as many dice as Luftpanzer demanded.
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>>4121078
If only Reinhold were here...
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The Captain stood atop his idle steel chariot, surveilling the battle before him. “Funny, isn’t it, Kommandant?” he mused to himself, “Our first meeting, and my tank is the first casualty, by immobilization of all things. Ah well. Perhaps we will properly clash another time.” He looked down to his crew, “Is the track broken yet? We will need the alternative drive quite soon.”

“Just another few moments, Captain.” One of the crew grunted up.

“Good, good.” The Captain nodded, and put both ears of his headset back on. “Status report!” he barked.

“Captain, permission to retreat. The damn heretics have been holding the east furiously, and armored reinforcements threaten our flank.”

“If our flank retreats, then what will we do?” the commander of the second Moskity platoon complained, “The casualties are high, but such is war. I demand that we continue. Move the tanks up-“

“Know your place, Lieutenant!” The Captain shouted down the enthusiastic officer, “Permission granted, Meteor One. Iron Two will cover you. We will try again when Iron Two prevails over your opponents.”

“Captain.”

“Yes, Misha.”

“There is also enemy armor moving around west. They are also moving more armor from their motor pool.”

“…” The Captain rubbed his head and sighed. “I was so hoping to deal a more final blow than this. Meteor Two! Do you think you can press further? If you are so eager for battle, I have one more task…”

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It was a furious rush to the motor pool, but when you arrived, you were heartened by the sight of Krause loading into the X-52.
“Richter!” he called out, “Are you alright? Where is…” He paused, “No, later. How is it on your side?”

“T-terrible.”

Krause nodded. “Let’s fix that.”

Eakova had already charged out of the place with the M/28-31 when you had arrived. As you did your best to climb aboard the X-51, leg screaming but the chemicals flooding your brain making it so you barely felt a thing, you hoped her tank would be intact as you and Krause went out once more.

You took your place in the Cupola- down a radio operator in order to use what minimal crew you had as gunner, loader, and driver, you were relegated to platoon command. It would have to do for now. You tried to peer through the camp, and saw the Stormtroopers now firing across trenches at encroaching Twaryians. However, Edelschwert’s forces had reached your flanks, and you noticed beyond the fortifications- the Twaryian armor had scarcely moved up, and the eastern troops were retreating to their trucks. Perhaps this was the beginning of the end.

>Take command. Where do you move your tanks?

>Maintain a defensive posture. All you could hope for was to survive. (Take long range shots at targets. Which ones?)
>Counterattack. If the Twaryians were wavering, you needed to force them along. (Where?)
>Link up alongside Gerovic. Form a strong front. (Which side?)
>Other?
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>>4121137
>link up with gerovic
and then plug him.
For real though let's support Edelschwert's weaker tanks to the east. There's less of our infantry over there too.
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>>4121155
Actually I guess those are the stronger tanks, but I still think that flank is in more danger
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>>4121155
>>4121162
Damn I'm a retard, I mean the west flank.
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>>4121137
>>Link up alongside Edelschwert. Form a strong front. (Which side?)
Western flank
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>>4121137
>Support the central infantry with close range MG and HE fire
They're almost overwhelmed.
>Keep moving back and forth to not let enemy tanks get a bead on us. Don't stop for a second.
We only need to hold until Edelschwert closes in.
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>>4121137
Also tanq is 4th Platoon able to make it in time for these closing phases or only after this battle?
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>>4121218
The passage of time at the camp has been far less than the greater scale map's time passage- they won't arrive unless the fighting drags out, somehow.
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>>4121167
>>4121197
Supporting
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>>4121167
>>4121197
>>4121225
Link up with allies at the west flank.

>>4121199
Support the center.

Writing.
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>>4121137
Link up with the reinforcements to the west. We might be able to blunt any remaining damage if we go back to reinforce the line right now, but we need to decisively counterattack and damage Gerovic. He cannot be allowed to safely pull back his forces from a stabilized frontline, he needs to have his whole force threatened with destruction if he doesn’t sacrifice a portion for covering a retreat.
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“…Al-alright,” you toyed with your throat microphone uncertainly. Your leg was getting rather damp…wet, hot…were you bleeding out? The piece of metal was still stuck in your leg, but it was easy to ignore when you were almost out of your mind on hard drugs. “K-K-Krause, w-we, we need to link with-with Edelschwert, to th-the west, can you, can you…can you get in comms with him.”
“Our men are fighting, Lieutenant!” Krause objected.

“W-we,” you struggled for a response, “Can’t commit p-piecemeal, we need…we need to be with the other tanks, we were defeated last we went in with three, we c-can’t, just, do it.” You weren’t inspiring faith, you were sure, but Krause wasn’t the sort to rebelliously do his own thing despite objections, thankfully.

The platoon moved over to the edge of the camp, where Edelschwert’s heavier vehicles were advancing. You spied one of the commanders raising their hand to you in greeting, then pointing. An easy enough signal.

Meanwhile, there was a hell of a battle everywhere else, and after more than a few close cracks you ducked deep into the turret. To the flank, you heard Edelschwert’s other vehicles beginning to engage with their guns, and return fire, while ahead there was the bursting of grenades and the rattle of submachineguns as well as rifle fire. Judge Above, you hoped you were making the right decision by not just rushing right in…

>To the center, 2nd platoon fights against an enemy that has breached the defenses, the specialized Stormtrooper squad bearing the brunt. To the east, Edelschwert’s light vehicles and 2nd platoon engage a retreating enemy as their support tries to cover them. Roll a set of 2d100 to determine center fighting, one at 50 skill, the Stormtroopers at 75 skill. Roll another 2d100, DC 50 Roll Under, as Edelschwert’s first arrivals fire upon the retreating motorized troops.
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Rolled 28, 25 = 53 (2d100)

>>4121325
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Rolled 39, 23 = 62 (2d100)

>>4121325
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>>4121333
Why is everyone competent except us?
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>>4121340
Probably because Richter and Rondo are mentally half-cripples [if not an actual cripple for the latter] at this point?
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Rolled 6, 52, 99, 51, 12 = 220 (5d100)

>>4121333
>>4121335
Neat.
Now the easterners.

60 Skill for the first two (higher is better), then three DC 50, because the right has tanks too.
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>>4121340
Tanqs invisible hand is moving the dice to hammer home the point that we arnt a one man show anymore and we have to rely on other people and on the bonds of friendship with our retinue and crew and all that gay stuff.
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Rolled 1, 4 = 5 (2d6)

>>4121348
So how does it feel to have a bullet graze by your face?
In any case:
78-66: One Degree of Success
100-112: One Degree of Failure (Minus One Casualty per combat due to Armor)
99- Miss
51- Miss
12- Hit

>>4121351
You always had to rely on that gay stuff!
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>>4121353
Not that bad, our infantry basically traded evenly this round? How about casualties for the Twaryians on the eastern flank?
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The fighting in the center held…perhaps slowed. Momentum grinding down, hopefully?

“Lieutenant,” Krause’s voice crackled in your ear, “The Captain says his men on the east side destroyed two enemy combat cars, but one of his armored cars was knocked out by enemy armor. Their gear is mostly lighter than ours- we’ve got to finish this quick, whether Gerovic runs off or we snag his people.”

Or if he stands firm and wipes the floor with you. No, that wasn’t an option, you couldn’t let yourself think that would happen. You had a strong front now, a line of panzers that faced a mere two tanks and two combat cars on Gerovic’s west flank. You were ready to strike- and strike you would. The last wisps of smoke were long gone, and now it all came down to who was a faster draw on the shooting gallery.

>You have five tanks on the line. Delegate targets within 300 meters, unobstructed by buildings/tents. Trenches do not block fire. Alternatively, fire after the enemy to move one space and then shoot.

>>4121361
Here.
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>>4121372
Isn't it six tanks? 3 of ours 3 of Edelschwert's?
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>>4121375
It is, yes.
It's a good thing there's a map for all these times I'm forgetting what numbers are. Either that or the extent that nobody likes Eakova is causing even me to start disregarding her.
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>>4121378
Alright then focus fire on that 2 T16s and support car.
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>>4121372
>Edelschwert's M28 and NKE1 at the western T16 in front of our trenches
>NfK17, Eakova and us at the other T16
>Krause at SC next to X50
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>>4121385
+1
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>>4121385
Supporting this targeting
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>>4121385
Supporting, also make sure to fire first.
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>>4121385
>>4121391
>>4121393
>>4121397
Alrighty then.

Give me 3 sets of 2d100. First two are you and Krause, at DC 70, next two are Eakova and the NKE-1 at DC 45, and then the NfK7 and the M28, at DC 35, due to different gun size/velocity and effect on armor (thought the Combat Car has barely any armor anyways, so...hey.)
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Rolled 19, 48 = 67 (2d100)

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Rolled 95, 91 = 186 (2d100)

>>4121410
Satan guide my dice!
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Rolled 19, 64 = 83 (2d100)

>>4121410
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>>4121419
Satan did indeed guide your dice it seems
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>>4121416
Hit and Hit!
>>4121419
Miss and Miss!
>>4121421
Hit and Miss!

Something something they never miss.
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When the line stopped, it was as though a line of past-century soldiers had leveled their muskets, and all fired at once. An inspiring ripple of fire across the line, and despite the danger, you found yourself craning out of the turret, binoculars in hand- hopeful to see if this was the turning point. The place where you stopped…stopped losing this.

Von Metzeler’s crew were talented; even with the loss of the gunner, the replacement proved a crack shot. A direct hit to the hull of one of the dark, boxy T-16s, and an immediate fire gouting smoke from it, signaled a kill, and another strike from another unknown tank in your line punctured its turret rim. Only one crewman scrambled out of the burning vehicle, and though the other tank’s armor protected it from every other shot, Krause’s dispatch of one of its support cars, a shot ripping apart the light vehicle like a fist through paper, appeared to shake the survivor’s confidence. It must have spread quickly- within several seconds, almost as if by shared intent, smoke grenades began to burst, rather than drift, about. The shot fired by the enemy was another smoke shell, and shockingly quickly, a cloud had descended.

Was this it? The firing had quieted down as suddenly as the cover had descended, though there was still the sound of cannon further east.

Dare you press your luck..?

>Press East, then. If they wanted to leave, then all of them would have to.
>Remain cautious. You won’t chase them out, but you won’t be lured into a trap.
>Pursue them into the smoke! This will not be some battle that will be debated upon who lost more!
>Other?
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>>4121419
Getting near 100 when we need roll under, I’m telling is like the randomizer is an a.i. reading what the quest uses and fucking us up anyway. But to be fair, our fight was mostly even, although we got fucked hard because the numbers were on their side.
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>>4121463
>>Other
Circle west around the smoke and start putting flank shots into them. Hopefully that should force the guys on the east to start falling back to support the retreat on our side.
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>>4121463
>Press East, then. If they wanted to leave, then all of them would have to.
Giving what Mister G said to that tank, he still wanna pull a ninja on us.
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>>4121468
+1
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>>4121465
The Lord of Lies has deceived me again!
>>4121463
THE X50 IS BLACK.
WHY IS IT BLACK.
>Other?
SHOOT IT.
>Pursue them into the smoke! This will not be some battle that will be debated upon who lost more!

And once it is destroyed turn east for flank and rear shots. More to support the poor NKE3s who probably can't pierce jack shit.
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>>4121501
Oh yeah if they're trying to capture it then also by all means try to track it but blow it up if we have to.
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>>4121468
This. It's conceivable that we could kill at least two more tanks and/or stop them from stealing the X-50 if we head them off.

Also I don't know if we can tell from here, but Gerovic's immobilized tank should be watched. Even though we don't actually know he's in it, if we can tell its in fairly good condition we will definitely want to capture it considering how most of our tanks are jacked up now.
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>>4121463
>Contact the autogyro for intel, then decide.
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>>4121501
>>4121513
The X-50s gun isn't even working, so if need be just get one of our tanks to ram and disable it.
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>>4121137
>“Funny, isn’t it, Kommandant?” he mused to himself, “Our first meeting, and my tank is the first casualty, by immobilization of all things. Ah well. Perhaps we will properly clash another time.”
I bet tanq did this just to make us smile a bit after all this shit.and to leave tears for when we fight sans
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>>4121526
Imagine if Metzeler managed to kill him with the first shot of the battle lol
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>>4121463
>Other?
Have Edelschwerts tanks go through the right edge of the smoke and see if they can flank or catch any forces if they retreat. Our tanks should double back through the camp to help the east flank.
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>>4121468
>>4121471
>>4121478
Try and circle west to put pressure on the whole line.
Just as a note, I think it should be stated that this will be a relatively gradual process. You aren't going to suddenly pop two hundred meters south now, you're not nearly that fast, especially if you want to stay on line with the NKE-1.

>>4121501
>>4121501
Shooting things because they're black.

>>4121522
Hey funny flying machine tell me about today.

>>4121719
Split again. I think. "Right" is relative.

Eating then writing.
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>>4122259
tanq, there's an easy way to turn tank shooting rolls into roll-over if you want.
Just turn your DCs into bonuses and set the new DC to 101. So instead of rolling 1d100 and winning on 30-, the players roll 1d100+30 and win on 71+. The probability is exactly the same.
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Rolled 21, 93, 88, 18, 14, 69, 84 = 387 (7d100)

>>4122269
That would probably be for the best, but I'm stubborn.
Also didn't ask for something I should have last night so I'll get them now. First four are DC 20 and the latter are DC 50.
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>>4122280
Over or under?
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Gerovic’s forces couldn’t be left to flee without being harried, but you were wary enough of a trap to not dash into the smoke- you’d flank around. Such intent was relayed to the platoon, and maybe to Edelschwert, through Krause.

“Are you sure?” He replied over the radio, “Captain just reported his guys were hit damn hard, they’re retreating. The Twaryians aren’t chasing ‘em, but…”

“D-Debon says t-to never match strength ag-against strength,” you rattled off freshly relearned military theorem, “Striking against th-their weak side, side, will, will, make them run more quickly.”

“The Captain’s not going to press the other side anymore, regardless.”

“Th-that’s fine.”

The driver was urged forward, and you did your best to get the line around the smoke, though if Gerovic was retreating, this maneuver would leave you flanking nothing at all. It would at least force him along. Though…

…Wait. Something caught your eye in the smoke. The idle form of the abandoned X-50 had been merely in the background of this battle after you left it, but suddenly, it…wasn’t where it should have been. You peered around in alarm, and through the smoke, you saw the suggestion of its shape being moved around its embankment fortification. Was…Gerovic was trying to steal your tank!

“Driver, h-halt!” you ordered suddenly, “Gun…Gunner, t-ten o’clock, our tank, our tank…”

“Huh?”

>Destroy it! You’d rather it be a smoking wreck than be used against you. (Prompts a DC 50 roll)
>Shoot to immobilize it! You weren’t done with that tank! (A difficult shot- Prompts a DC 25 roll)
>Let it go. There were bigger matters to deal with than this offense.
>Other?

>>4122295
Under.
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>>4122345
>Destroy it! You’d rather it be a smoking wreck than be used against you. (Prompts a DC 50 roll)
I wouldn’t be surprised if we destroyed its tracks and then we learn that Gerovic’s guys put a new gun in it
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>>4122345
>Shoot to immobilize it! You weren’t done with that tank! (A difficult shot- Prompts a DC 25 roll)
Might as well go for broke.
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>>4122345
>>Destroy it! You’d rather it be a smoking wreck than be used against you. (Prompts a DC 50 roll)
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Fuuuuck Mag's other side got fucked for free didn't they.
>>4122345
>Destroy it! You’d rather it be a smoking wreck than be used against you. (Prompts a DC 50 roll)
Gerovic has been eyeing those tanks for awhile ever since he put his finger through the holes we made in our first foray (even if Richter doesn't know that.)
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>>4122361
>>4122377
>>4122418
Shoot to kill!

>>4122370
But I want that tank!

Alright then, give me up to three sets of 1d100 for a DC 50 roll under. The final result will be averaged- you don't need to roll multiple times if you're fine with the first result, but the lower the result is the better.
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Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>4122465
Gimme that nat 1
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Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>4122465
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>>4122472
You wanna be greedy after that meat grinder ?
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>>4122473
I wasn't trying to be greedy, I read the post wrong!
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>>4122478
You thought it was a roll over ? Dammit
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>>4122481
No, I read skipped over the part where it said the result would be averaged.
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>>4122488
Now we need a 23 to get to 49. The dice goods, not satisfied with fucking our dies, they target the players mind as well
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>>4122465
>>4122494
Why are we doing averages instead of best 1 out of 3 anyway?
Also can someone please roll the 3rd dice to get us under please!
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>>4122499
>Why are we doing averages instead of best 1 out of 3 anyway?
Ask tanq, or should I say pre-ww2 sans
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>>4122499
>>4122515
>Why are we doing averages instead of best 1 out of 3 anyway?

This is not meant to be an easy roll. Best out of 3 DC 50 would be rather easy; there would be no reason not to roll three dice. Personally, I like averages more because, rather than another roll canceling out a failure, it mediates it, is a part of it intrinsically. I find it more interesting. Granted, it has its flaws if somebody gets excitable and rolls when they do not need to, but it has never been objected to before.

That, and obviously, there would be no complaints if the roll had been significantly lower.

That said, I won't wait too much longer for a third roll. The worst you can do is miss, which you're going to do anyways now.
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Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>4122465
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>>4122567
See, what were you all so worried about.
Writing.
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>>4122567
Panzer Vor
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>>4122560
>I find it more interesting.
That's fair. It's just that we haven't used averages for a bit and I was wondering if there was a specific reason for the switch up.
>>4122567
Oh thank the Judge.
>>4122574
>What were you all so worried about.
Horrible failure.
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>>4122628
>Horrible failure.
Considering the situation it would be just a miss and I think we still had a second chance because the tank is broken, but we would lose precious time
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>>4122574
X50 you will be missed dearly
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>Roll Average: 47- Success

“D-destroy it! B-before they c-can run off with it!” you croaked over the intercom.

Graciously, the gunner responded astutely, and a round went out, followed by the metallic tearing clank of metal ripping through metal. A bright spot in the smoke followed by more, different smoke told you that you had set your former tank aflame. A…a tragedy, but better than letting Gerovic have it.

“Right,” you gasped, “F-forward…”

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Before your flanking maneuver had even reached the smoke, however, Gerovic’s forces had fled, east and west, to the south, and much as you might have wanted to pursue them further, Edelschwert vetoed any such notion. His forces had taken significant damage, and he pointed out plainly that if Gerovic was leaving you alone now, you didn’t want to follow him into whatever might be waiting to cover him. Not with your forces as they were now.

Krause also gave his mind towards collecting yourselves- your will, and high, beginning to slow, you acquiesced, but only after finding out the status of the others on the hill.
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A few more casualties had been taken, but with the arrival of Anya and Illger, the insurgents who had been fighting so furiously melted away, leaving the train they arrived upon empty. The anti-tank guns had been dragged away with the absconding fighters, but the armored cars had been captured- on closer inspection, their engines turned out to have been removed from the start. First and Third platoons had been devastated, both easily taking around fifty per cent casualties. For your own part, the X-50 had been completely destroyed, still burning, though no longer popping and bursting from within, whilst the X-80 had been terribly damaged, both its turret traversal and engine block rendered non-functional, broken, not merely jammed. The T-16 that had been captured had had its cannon ruined by enemy shelling, and its vertical traverse destroyed- neutered, practically. It was only a small salve that Gerovic had left behind a single T-16, its forward transmission ruined by a shell. The other vehicles were yet to be examined, for fear of booby traps or similar sabotage.

Closer to home, there was Von Metzeler. Alive, apparently. You didn’t know if Yva had been fetched yet, and nobody could find his dismembered limb, either. One of his crewmen had been slain in the battle, from what you heard, one that had been with you from the very beginning- but you couldn’t will yourself to be upset, somehow. You were too intoxicated, too keyed up on pure energy, that made you awake, yet distant. Another crewman had been wounded in his eyes by shrapnel, and wouldn’t be able to serve any longer, at least, not any time soon.

Fourth Platoon arrived five minutes after the fighting had ended- only in time to help clean up the mess. Edelschert took his casualties- retrieval vehicles would arrive to cart away the armor he lost. Keeping control of the field had helped in that way. If Gerovic had driven you off…it was possible you’d have lose all your tanks, even if you would have taken less damage.
The atmosphere around the camp had no relief or joy in its victory. There was only sullen silence, and apprehensive muttering, as the numerous wounded of 1st and 3rd were dragged back by their comrades. None of the fallen Twaryians had survived to be taken prisoner- in their rush to leave, anybody who could be saved had apparently been retrieved, leaving you with only black cloaked, square helmet easterners, blood as cold as the snow. Insurgent prisoners had been taken- they would have to be dealt with later.
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Von Metzeler’s crew left, and you were alone, in a daze, before belatedly remembering that, yes, you were quite seriously wounded. They had told you to come with them to the medics- you just…hadn’t heard them.



You couldn’t feel good about this. Had you hurt Gerovic as much as he had hurt you? Had you won? Had you lost? Was it worth it? It was hard to tell under the heavy cloud of Wakeleaf in your head, but if you could claim anything…it was that the horrified screaming within had quieted a courteous smidgen.
>Fighting for their lives has steeled the fragile minds of Von Tracht and Von Metzeler somewhat. Their Valor has increased by 1.

A limp, a gap in your vision, pain in your chest, metal splinters all along your leg and flank, blood running down your nose from snorting the very stuff keeping you from curling into a ball and weeping, a broken finger. If you took any more punishment, you might have fallen apart at the seams before your ill-fated duel with yet another enemy.

Maddalyn would fix this all if she were here. You missed her, so terribly, thinking about that. Yet, would you want her here? Exposed to this? A flash to when she had been shot in Sosaldt, the surprise, then pain, then terror in her face, how close she might have been to being killed outright…

Anya had come by and said something, but you weren’t paying attention. You just let the triage people stop by, and eventually, trucks came for the lot you had been sorted with. As you were transported to the hospital, you couldn’t help but feel like you wanted to sleep…but the Wakeleaf forced your eyes open, all the way along.

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>Roll for Captured Loot
>d4 Combat Cars
>d4 Captured Twaryian Weaponry
>d7 Captured Insurgent Weaponry (Same as Twaryian Gear)
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Rolled 3 (1d4)

>>4122729
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>>4122721
I'll need to make a new OP image now, even- not only is it snowy now, but the subject tank has now burnt to a crisp.
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Rolled 4 (1d4)

>>4122729
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Rolled 6 (1d7)

>>4122729
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>>4122735
>>4122737
>>4122740
Finally some good news
>>4122736
https://youtu.be/3Y1Z1y2PSNw For the fallen warrior, he’ll be remembered dearly
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>>4122729
Ok, we fought Gerovic, can we go home now and the Twaryians are clearly trying to start shit. War is inevitable. Can Richter go home now?

>>4122736
That's sad.
Any ideas on what the new OP image will be?

>>4122735
>>4122737
>>4122740
Solid rolls. At the very least we got some good loot.
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>>4122745
>>4122767
Our guys died for this loot, it's the least they deserve.
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>>4122771
I feel like there have been occasions where we've fought just as hard for less.
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>>4122776
Probably. Man, Gerovic really beat the shit out of us but if you think about it he threw like eight platoons of infantry and twice our amount of tanks at someone who needed to be high and semi-drunk to even fight and he still couldn't carry the day. Even if he still has a shit-ton of resources to throw at us this has to sting his pride a bit.
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>>4122795
Well, he doesn't really know that Richter was high at the time.
And either way, he doesn't seem like the type to let hurt pride cloud his judgment. So besides some lamentations in a theoretical intermission scene, I doubt much will come of this besides him putting even more effort into defeating Richter.
We'll have to wait until Richter is sober so we can get the full damage report.

Also another thought. I'm sure it's fine, but where are the hellfire shells?
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>>4122795
After this one, he gotta take a big time to amass resources since it was basically a failure, having those result against a smaller force. unless his boypucci is that good
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>>4122824
Probably still with the Tank-chan back with Maddy.

I think we did great, way better than it could have gone.
And the best part? Even though tanq pointedly didn't mention it, we have a TRAIN now!

And soon enough we're going to get another group of Ellowian soldiers. Especially now that the the Netillian contingent has been thoroughly weakened, this raises opportunities in the near future...
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>>4122824
Think we left them in Strossvald with our M32.
Anyway I agree with you that we should start planning to go home; should probably go see the Major once we finish settling stuff here. With our additional injuries trying to fight the duel is gonna be even worse and honestly us and Rondo are in no state to command.
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>>4122835
I’m sorry to say this, but I don’t think we have time to go home before the duel. We couldn’t find a good way to cheat it, only gaining an advantage to his sans eye with the magic sap. Prepare your dice and let’s roll. By the way, how much time do we have until the duel ?
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>>4122855
I'm saying we should get help for the duel as Metzeler was subtly hinting in his PoV because trying to pretend that we can handle it on our own is just wishful thinking.
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What a goat fuck, Sergeant Anya Nowicki thought as she was set to writing the report- not because it was work nobody wanted to do that was dumped on her, but because now, there was nobody else to do it. She was pissed off- not because of anything she did, but because of where she wasn’t. If she had stayed…

Cool it, Anya. If you could see the future, then you…probably wouldn’t have done a lot of things.

A heavy sigh. No, it was time to pick through what was left behind.

First was the fact that three of the odd armed trucks Gerovic had attacked with turned out to be recoverable- repairable, even, with the parts from the fourth, most damaged of them. It was a minimally armored vehicle, with a plate up front and back, and angling off, a plate on each door, but otherwise completely open topped and unprotected, a machine gun in the passenger’s seat and a low revolving platform that carried a very light, long barreled 2.3cm gun, that seemed to be automatic. Anya had no ideas yet as to what they could be used for, but they obviously had potential.
>x3 BM-8 Captured

Then there was what was picked off of and around the dead. A surprising amount of equipment and ammunition had been found in the aftermath, especially at the site of the battle where Anya had personally blown apart quite a few insurgents, as well as picking off quite a few trying to run off. She’d have to follow up on that later- the NLF had some of the salt in their panties shaken out with arms delivered to them, she’d have to make sure another few spoons of grit weren’t freshly added to any underwear, and a rival insurgency was chafing indeed.
>x10 Twaryian Infantry Equipment Captured

Anya had taken a brief look at what had been picked up. The Revolutionary League insurgents (as the prisoners had divulged they were part of) were carrying the usual Twaryian guns- the old obsolete tube magazine bolt gun that had to have bullets fed into it one by one, the machine gun that looked like a wheel of cheese had been stuck to the top of it, the submachineguns that spat out half a magazine if you pressed the trigger lightly. The proper Twaryians had similar examples of the latter two, but they had a newer model of rifle. A magazine stuck out the bottom, now, though otherwise it was a very similar looking gun.
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The train was…a thing. High Command hadn’t asked for it, as far as Anya was concerned, that meant it was theirs. Not that she had a solitary clue what to do with it. A train was cool, she guessed? The armored cars that had been loaded on it, they had functional weaponry- but no engines. If Smitty were here she could turn them into something, but she wasn’t, so like the train, for now, they were simply there.

…Man, though. The Netillians got fucked up in that last battle, she thought. To the point where the two platoons involved didn’t even add up to one platoon.

…An idea for later. If Richter had any brains whatsoever, he’d think of it anyways. A spike in his leg, Choir Boy losing his left arm (For some reason he went off with Yva- well, if he couldn’t give himself a handy anymore, she supposed)…the only person who wasn’t fucked up here were Stache and the Hogs. Anya looked at her wounded arm with contempt. Not that she minded fighting, but Judge Above, they needed a break from this…

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The Next Day- January 15, 1933

You felt absolutely terrible. Even after a day’s rest, and half a day after, knocking yourself out until four in the afternoon of the next day, you still itched from the pieces of metal taken out of you, and your head felt like you had been beaten with a stone. From the inside. Even after your supposed rest, you felt tired, sleepy, anemic. The doctors urged you to stay in bed- you were tempted to listen to them.

>You had too much to do. The only way you could be kept in this bed was if it was being shared with a tiny little lady with a soft bottom.
>Take the medical advice. You were hardly in any condition to be running around even before these new wounds…(Switch Characters. To who?)
>Other?

>>4122855
>By the way, how much time do we have until the duel?
You can go before now, theoretically. The deadline, though, is in five days, about. He gave you a week.
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>>4122860
We all know that anon. The problem is that we couldn’t find a way to get direct help : we can’t sneak anyone to support us and Yva couldn’t boost us with magic. Our only real option is talking to poltergeist. Do you have any ideia to give us ?
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>>4122881
>You had too much to do. The only way you could be kept in this bed was if it was being shared with a tiny little lady with a soft bottom.
>>4122882
Go talk to the IO and see what they can do and then talk to the spooky guy in our dreams
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>>4122881
>Take the medical advice. You were hardly in any condition to be running around even before these new wounds…(Switch Characters. To who?) Let’s go with Stache for a new view
>You can go before now, theoretically. The deadline, though, is in five days, about. He gave you a week.
Damn, I thought we were near the deadline.
>>4122888
>Go talk to the IO and see what they can do and then talk to the spooky guy in our dreams
I dunno if we’re that valuable to them, but it’s worth a try. Do they know that magic exists though ?
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>>4122881
>You had too much to do. The only way you could be kept in this bed was if it was being shared with a tiny little lady with a soft bottom.
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>>4122881
>>You had too much to do. The only way you could be kept in this bed was if it was being shared with a tiny little lady with a soft bottom.

Enough dithering with the side cast, all it did was almost get Von Metzeler killed.
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>>4122881
>You had too much to do. The only way you could be kept in this bed was if it was being shared with a tiny little lady with a soft bottom.
I miss Maddalyn. I miss her so fucking much it actually physically hurts.
We need to go back and we need to go back NOW!

>>4122888
>>4122898
>Go talk to the IO and see what they can do and then talk to the spooky guy in our dreams
>Do they know that magic exists though?
Talking to Poltergeist would be a great idea, unfortunately, we don't really have much say in when we're allowed to see him.
And now that I think about it, we can't really talk to the Major about this effectively without spilling some precious details about Soulbender shit.
For their sake and our own, I'm not too keen on telling them about all that, which kinda leaves us at an impasse. If we can find a way to inform the Major about Bernam's "talents" without spilling the wizard beans then we're in the clear, otherwise, we're sorta stuck because if the help the major sends in is too mundane and Bernam deals with it and catches wind of what we're doing everyone is fucked.
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>>4122929
There's not much Soulbinder stuff to say honestly,the only relevant thing here is that he has magical eyes that give him night vision.
Also I suspect given that the IO has things like the Trance they at least have some knowledge of the arcane even if they're not that involved in it.
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>>4122945
Also just to add on we need to at least contact the IO if not the Major about replacement crew and/or tank anyway
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>>4122945
>The only relevant thing here is that he has magical eyes that give him night vision.
How the fuck do we explain that? How the fuck do we explain that in a way that will get her to consider it an actual credible threat?
>They at least have some knowledge of the arcane.
Honestly given all the spooky shit that's happened with Maddy and her sister I'm sure somebody in the high levels of government knows something. But do we want them to know that Richter knows about it too, or even give them a hint into how deep his connection with it is?
I guess the answer is unfortunately yes. But this will probably lead to problems in the future, including but not limited to Poltergeist being pissy at us.
If there was a way to talk to him first and then speak to the Major then that would be nice, but again we don't really decide when or where we speak to old ghosty.
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>>4122982
This has a high chance of blasting our ass later. Considering how the IO operates, they try to use their powers to achieve whatever goals they have and might get a supernatural war.
>mfw we discover that Gerovic actually has occult knowledge and he uses that to gather so many resources.
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>>4122982
>How the fuck do we explain that? How the fuck do we explain that in a way that will get her to consider it an actual credible threat?
How it works seems less important than the fact he has it. We've been around him when we were in Salzbrucke we can say that we've seen his skills personally. Going into the technical details like Earth Tears and all that is pretty irrelevant to the topic and as you said might be a bit suspicious in giving away how much magical knowledge Richter actually knows.
Of course I'd rather ask Poltergiest for help but we should at least make an effort to exhaust all the other avenues as well
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>We've been around him when we were in Salzbrucke we can say that we've seen his skills personally.
That's fair enough I suppose.
>Of course I'd rather ask Poltergiest for help but we should at least make an effort to exhaust all the other avenues as well.
It's not a matter of not exhausting all our options, it's more a matter of which order we should look.
Even if Poltergeist was able to give us everything we needed and more, which I highly doubt he'll be able to do, we'd still go to the IO anyway just in case they could also give us a hand.
The reason why I'd want to go to Poltergeist first is to make sure we don't say anything sensitive when we do go to the Major. Check in to make sure we all understand how much information is too much information, just in case.
We are dealing with secretive organizations and shadowy organizations, making sure we don't step on any toes is of the utmost importance.
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>>4123029
That's valid but as we both know we can't exactly get into contact with him reliably and that we're on a timer here. If we can get help from the IO giving more time for them to prepare/execute may be important.
All we can do now is stop taking blackleaf again and hope for the best.
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>>4123047
>All we can do now is stop taking blackleaf again and hope for the best.
Pretty sure we traded in the blackleaf for the wakeleaf a little bit ago.
But jokes aside who knows, maybe Richter will end up passing out on his car ride over to the Major.
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>>4122881
>Take the medical advice. You were hardly in any condition to be running around even before these new wounds…
>Be Krause. I don't think we've ever been Krause.
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I think that there doesn’t need to be any discussion of the suprernatural if we decide to ask the Major for help. The IO should have easily heard the rumors of the New Moon Sniper, or whatever they called Hilda, and that alone should be enough background to explain how bad it is to be targeted by her older, more experienced brother.

That being said I would like to introduce the idea of asking Yva for help finding Emma. We have nothing to go on and there’s a chance she could point us to a more likely place to look. It’s been a while since she left, which can only be bad, but I think it’s worth weighing the value of spending some effort to maybe get our own pair of magic eyes back.
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>>4123201
Problem is Yva hates Embers and as from the start after anons decided to be kind of a dick to her for whatever reasons it's not like she's that willing to help Richter.
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>>4123201
>get our own pair of magic eyes back
Richter had magic eyes before ?
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>>4123366
Emma was his magic eyes presumably.
I personally am just worried about Emma.
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>>4122888
>>4122899
>>4122913
>>4122929
Up and out of bed, dingus. And go see Mommy. Presumably. You can control going there after all, going to dreamland is another deal.

>>4122898
>>4123139
Get a leg up on the competition.

Writing.
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>>4124091
Anons don’t wanna rest for combat, ok then.
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Whether it was better or not for your health, you weren’t about to spend any more time than you already had sitting about in bed, especially one that had no scrumptious little woman with a soft bottom sharing it. Why were you even here? you found yourself suddenly thinking. It was a question you knew the answer to, but how much longer did you need to stay? In this fight that felt so distant from home, or your own direct concerns? Selfish, yes, but after this most recent set of mutilations, you were simply getting…so tired. You had to go back to Strossvald. Go to Maddalyn’s lands, get married. Perhaps not even wait for that to get to the duties of a married pair. Maybe after that, you could go on more misadventures for the sake of the damned Intelligence Office.

…A note from them had arrived while you had been sleeping. Come to the Cinema, as soon as you get up. M. It was obvious who it was from, and what the meeting concerned, what with the recent engagement having been against Gerovic. Whether they’d be pleased or not, you didn’t know. Gerovic’s resources had surely been shortened, but the man himself was still alive and free to cause trouble. Who was he, even? The latest attack was surely all his doing, but he had so much at his fingertips, that surely weathering all of that had deprived him of much of his assets or influence. If only you could peek into Twaryian command and find out a single thing about it.

Everything that happened had made you temporarily forget about Bertram, but assembling everything in your head once more, there was a glimpse of hope- of escape. The more you had been booted and kicked about, the more you’d been demanded to actually fight, the less cocksure you had become about actually engaging the man in a duel. You didn’t want to die for your transgressions, after all. You couldn’t make up for them as a corpse, and you sure as hell didn’t want to make up for them by being some psychopath’s torture toy.

No. Perhaps you could not hope to fight him…fight him without getting obscenely lucky, at least. Yet you did have people interested in keeping you alive, at least. Poltergeist, wherever he was, was still presumably offering that favor. Yet you were the only one who could open up that Demiphantom for him, weren’t you? So whether or not he considered it worth your favor, he had to have you alive, didn’t he?

There was also the Intelligence Office itself. They must have seen some value in you, to keep you around even after the conditioning, to put it upon you in the first place. Hadn’t you done enough for them to demand a little help? To risk some of their resources on protecting you from a crazy sniper?
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Perhaps there were aspects about Bertram to warn about…if you could choose who to talk to first, you’d prefer the Poltergeist, but it had been a while since you’d been able to rely on simply not taking Blackflower in order to avoid being yanked into the otherworld by the Demiphantom… barring having a sudden revelation upon how to change that, you’d have to see the IO first. The Major had demanded your immediate presence anyways, and to keep her waiting seemed a poor idea.

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The Major was easy to pick out outside of the cinema- she didn’t look as she normally did, presumably as part of meeting at a different place, but such a tall woman couldn’t help but stand out, even if she didn’t absolutely tower due to presently lacking her usual high heels. She was still taller than you, for example. Sunglasses had been replaced with a plainer, normal pair, and instead of a red leather coat, she had a wooly cardigan over top the usual dress. If it wasn’t for how tall she was and her steel expression, you probably wouldn’t have picked her out from any other well-groomed woman in winter.

She went inside after spotting you, and you followed her- she made a sign at you, three fingers up- three minutes, perhaps? You were clearly meant to wait, since as she went down another hall, and you began to follow, a hand pulled you back roughly A hand whose owner vanished when you looked around, but the message was sent. When anybody present in the foyer had mostly filtered out, replaced by other people, you went down the hall the Major had gone, to be seen and beckoned into a small, private projection room. A few other people were there- mostly in plain clothes, save for a single man dressed in familiar Netillian officer garb. Most likely, every single one of them was an agent of the Archduchy. The projector played a movie on the wall; a simple newscast. Your attention could be paid to it later- you sought out the Major, and sat next to her.

A moment. The sound of the newscaster describing the situation at the southern border- peaceful agreements with local warlords and gangs, an all-time low in brigandry. Then, she spoke.

“So then. You must have plenty to tell me.”

“…I would think you’d already know…”

“Hm, your speech is improving. Good for you.” The Major pointed out, “My point stands. Regardless of what I know, I want to hear what you tell me. After that, you may ask what you will. Despite the elusiveness of the man, we have found out much about him…including his usual haunts. Information you will need to know- he must be captured or eliminated, Lieutenant. That has not changed.”

>What do you tell the Major as your report on the situation?
Also-
>What do you ask of her, regarding information? Or perhaps, favors?
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>>4124417
>What do you tell the Major as your report on the situation
Tell her about what they did with the train and the units we had to fight in the main battle, including our losses and their casualties(that we know of)
>What do you ask of her, regarding information? Or perhaps, favors?
First information about Gerovic, what’s new, if they know his connections and how he gets his resources.
I can’t think of a convincing way to ask for help against a threat like Bertram leaving the spooky details, so I see if someone gives a good ideia
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>>4124417
>What do you tell the Major as your report on the situation?
Gerovic launched a significant attack on our hq using both irregular and regular Twayian units that was repulsed with significant casualties.


>What do you ask of her, regarding information? Or perhaps, favors?
Just tell her that we have a problem with Bertram, the sniper from riverlands and how he has an uncanny catlike ability to see in the dark.

Also ask if we can send our Strossvalder casualties back home where they can recover. Viktor should be sent back asap for proper burial.
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>>4124429
>>4124628
His ideia for Bertram seems good, going with it
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>>4124417
>What do you tell the Major as your report on the situation?
Major losses among Twaryian armored forces over the last few weeks in this sector although the primary target is still active. Overall slide towards war between the two belligerents appears at least delayed.

Losses among our own forces are significant but not irreparable.
>>4124628 about the casualties is a good one.

>What do you ask of her, regarding information? Or perhaps, favors?
How the overall situation between Netilland and Twaryi is.
Have there been anymore serious incidents elsewhere lately?
Just how big is the material buildup from Caelus and have our efforts done anything to hamper it?
>Duel
Inform her that there is a very real risk to all Strossvalder assets and the overall mission due to the presence of an external element in the person of Bertram Glennzsegler threatening us and our allies.
We do not have the gear or the operational capability (read: Richter be broke as all fuck) to deal with a lone sniper in his element that has repeatedly proven the ability to infiltrate our base and is likely even now trying to find us. He is a serious threat to what he may be able to discover and thus compromise about the IO and would likely be willing to use any means at his disposal to harm us or organizations associated with us.

(There is a chance that the Major would rather just plug up hole rather than deal with Bertram but I figure Richter is dead anyway as he is. At least without some help. Maybe we had a chance before the extra wounding but it's gone now.)
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>>4124417
>>What do you tell the Major as your report on the situation?
Supporting >>4124628
What do you ask of her, regarding information? Or perhaps, favors?
Besides what anons >>4124429 and >>4124869 have said already see if we can get replacements for Metzeler's crew.
Tanq are we able to repair the damaged tanks on our own or do we need the IO to help us with that?
Also ask her about Sosaldt and 'rumours' that the Ellowian army is still active [of course we know they are but see if we can find out what the IO knows and thinks about it]
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>>4124429
>>4124628
>>4124869
>>4124972
All of these are good. Are we able to get a replacement for the X50? IIRC before we left the IO guy said we could except it would either be some Netillian model or surplus Archduchy stock
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>>4125084
We have more tanks than we can crew as it is.
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>>4125097
We do but not sure especially with the captured T16s whether we're able to fully repair and resupply them. Not like we have access to Twaryian parts and ammo
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>>4125106
We need to raid that supply depot.
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>>4124972
>Tanq are we able to repair the damaged tanks on our own or do we need the IO to help us with that?

You can get field workshops to fiddle around with them, for a price, and for time. Parts of the X series have been custom fashioned for replacement, after all, but it's not exactly a quick turnaround understandable.

>>4125084
>Are we able to get a replacement for the X50?
You can certainly discuss that, but shipping over a new tank is a pain in the ass; you'd have to justify a need.

>>4125106
They can have pieces machined- to a point. It would take time and effort, though, and it may be simpler to perhaps...try and strip pieces from the wrecks, wherever they may be, to expedite such a process. Or get help some other way. Options are there.
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>>4125115
Alright hold off on requesting a replacement then. Does that mean we have to pay RP for repairs?
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>>4125120
It does- for anything that needs special machining. That's demanding the special time of mechanics who really have other things they need to do.
The Iron Hogs had a field workshop they could do this sort of thing in, as they're used to having to improvise, but the field workshop truck got attacked and abandoned on the way!
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>>4125123
Oh yes that happened. Thanks anons who decided to have Richter charge off on his own like a moron
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>>4125127
Although this bad ideia fucked us a lot, the ambush was something that I won’t attribute to it because it still could’ve happened even if we took more time. And by what was said when Bertram got to us, we could’ve encountered him earlier
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I return at last.

>>4124429
>>4124628
>>4124869
>>4124972
>>4125084
>>4124654
Gerovic's losses- Major. Our losses- Don't Worry About It
Afterwards, news. And a few requests.

Gettin' on it.
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How to say it…you certainly wanted to make it seem like you’d succeeded at least, at whatever it was you were supposed to be winning. “…Captain Gerovic launched an attack upon us with significant regular and irregular forces…this attack was repulsed with significant casualties…Our own losses were…” You paused, “…painful, but not irreplaceable…Enemy losses were such that I would not expect them to strike again for some time…If I may ask, we suffered one killed and one injured amongst the crews…beyond any expectation to return to service, that is…if they could be returned, and replacements sent for them…”

“The casualties have already been sent home,” the Major said curtly, “Do you think it matters how many Twaryians you killed? Gerovic came to the battle himself, we found out, and he escaped. This is a failure.” You cringed with the infliction of such a word, but the Major didn’t let it lie long. “That said, the Twaryians have a distaste for attrition. Gerovic can convince them of the expendability of allies, but that you were not driven from the field does him no favors. However. Maintaining of status quo is hardly acceptable in this situation.”

“…Have you no respect for the dead..?” you muttered, “My wounded comrades…”

“Do not speak to me of sacrifice as though I know nothing of it,” the Major threatened in a low growl, “Honor them with victory. Praise for sacrifice without victory is but hollow comfort for those who lived.”

“…Who the hell is Gerovic, anyways..?” You demanded irritably, “…He seems to pull men and tanks out of a magic hat…Who exactly am I fighting..?”

“Hm.” The Major leaned back, inscrutable, “It is not certain, but incredibly likely, that he is a direct agent of the Caelussian Federation. At least, of a faction within them. Twaryian in birth, but digging in his history has revealed a fair share of adventuring. You and he could be said to be comparable, in a way.”
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The Major removed her utterly decorative spectacles, “It is no secret that Twaryi has received and is presently receiving much from the eastern continent, from the elder land. A man who could with but a word threaten the flow of goods understandably wields much influence. Yet, much of what he does appears to be personal initiative. We spent time investigating, and no trails were found indicating that what Gerovic wishes is exactly that of the power brokers of the Federation. Such is why removing him would prove effectual whatsoever. The Twaryians and Caelussians appear plenty willing to eventually prosecute a war, but the Twaryians are uncertain in the face of a victory of this scale, and the Caelussians busy themselves tying up loose ends that unsteady their domination of their continent. Ellowian ships still raid the seas, and their insurgents torment the easterners in their freshly conquered lands. Yet if Gerovic managed to provoke several sides, the promise of the sheer materiel weight of the Federation buoys enough hope that it would find support.”

You didn’t quite want to admit that you had forgotten what the Caelussian Federation was, per se. Its size and power- though you could honestly just guess at this point and probably hit close to the mark as “a Reich in the East.”

“In brief,” The Major said with finality, “Regardless of whomever he has a connection to that he has such influence, he himself promises, threatens, and negotiates with the weight of the industry of Caelus, to both the Twaryian Military as well as the Revolutionary League collaborators. His promises are ones he has certainly fulfilled in the past, as well. A freighter was discovered to have arrived, loaded with war materiel, by his writ alone. He will not be defeated in a war of attrition.”

Your shoulders sagged hearing this, and the Major put her finger under your chin and tilted it up. “What is it, boy, are you discouraged? He still requires time to assemble the resources he has. My advice is to act quickly, before he sees his last efforts as insufficient and doubles them. He may not have won, but he did not lose, either. He did, after all, cause many casualties, disable many of you and your allies’ vehicles, and most importantly, transported a flood of insurgent fighters into the region. Your high command found that particular tidbit especially alarming. I have done what I can to mediate this- truth be told, the most likely party to respond to Gerovic’s provocations are not the Twaryians, but the Netillians. The raid conducted by your friend Edelschwert, with the help of some of your people, has given the Netillians quite a fair bit of faith in their chances against the Twaryians.”

“…Does that not mean further victories could tempt them…?” you wagered a guess. “Has there been other major incidents?”
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“The incidents have largely followed Gerovic,” the Major answered, “At least, the incidents theatrical enough to garner attention, to be regarded as something besides typical. As for further actions from yourself, I should say that you should be circumspect. The ultimate goal is to avoid conflict breaking out between Twaryi and Netilland until a critical point.”

“…Critical point, hm.” You nodded absentmindedly.

“Considering that you ran all about Perlowieza in a drunken escapade with Cyclops…rather, Signy Vang, daughter of republican agitator and ally of Reich republican Edmund Loch,” the Major mused further, “and she saw fit to abduct you and take you to her experiment in the wastes, I daresay you know quite a bit about it already. I doubt your curiosity was such that you sought much out, but you know Vang’s character, and you were there, as much as agents of the Archduchy were. An admirable job has been done keeping things hidden up until recently, but one cannot hide the sheer scale of money and supply moving about, what has needed to have been produced, the fuel suddenly in demand, and the nature of the many, many foreigners and refugees. An operation heard in but a few brief interceptions and glances, only a name for it rather than the plan of action itself, called Alpha Two.”

The Major paused and glanced at you, to gauge a reaction. “A predictable cluelessness. Yet one can’t judge a book by its cover. You have the look of somebody dying to talk of something else, but indulge me this, first. With what has happened, it is about time you were let in on somewhat more of the situation, given that you must at least suspect it anyways. I would hear what you know of it first, however.” The tall, imposing woman crossed her arms. “I won’t begrudge you your secrets, though I’m certain you know exactly how much slack you have already been granted. So do return that favor at least a little, and tell me. What do you think Alpha Two is?”

>?
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>>4127335
>>?
Oh well I think the IO knows what's going on already so spilling the beans shouldn't matter.
>"The Ellowian army-in-exile's and NLF's last throw of the dice.To liberate the homeland or die trying."
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>>4127335
>?
>>4127337
Supporting
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>>4127335
>Remains of Ellowie's forces try to take their country back, putting themselves in the Archduchy's debt on the way.
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>>4127335
Supporting >>4127337
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>>4127335
What other anons have said, but maybe more specifically my theory is that the invasion would strike and envelop Twaryian and Netillian forces fighting each other to cut them off and destroy them. Potentially using the under preparedness of the Border Zone to their advantage.
Or when the majority of the enemy forces are each fighting on the border, to sweep in behind them and retake the now lightly defended occupied territory.
All of this also dependent on massive revolts orchestrated by the NLF succeeding.

What I'm curious about is wouldn't the Ellowians want a war between Twaryi and Netilliand to start as soon as possible? So they can inflict as much damage on each other for as long as they can, entrench against each other and make it harder to respond to an invasion from another direction and long term war between the two would build up enough hostility that the event of Ellowian resurgence they wouldn't be able to trust each other.
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>>4127857
Don't think they can afford to wait that long.They're already rushing it because Signy refuses to run Mittelsosalia into the ground financially trying to support their massive army in exile
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I return.

>>4127337
>>4127385
>>4127409
It's the big gamble.

>>4127408
But will they owe a debt?

>>4127857
A dual strike towards a weaker front in friendly territory. But wouldn't they want a war between the two?

Writing.
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>>4128458
Sleep thigh about Sly twarian commanders tonight
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The Major knew you’d been hiding something, you were sure, but she didn’t seem angry about it- you had kept mum about what you were told. Despite being abducted by her, selling out Signy just wasn’t right. Yet, if the IO already knew now…nothing was gained from hiding what was already in their hands.

“…Alpha Two is…The Ellowian army is in Sosaldt…Mittelsosalia. Them and any insurgent groups here will throw the dice…to liberate the homeland or die trying…with the Twaryians and Netillians facing each other down, their flanks are weak…”

“That’s about the sum of it,” The Major said tonelessly, “There’s more pieces to it, but as a summary, that is accurate. What do you think of it?”

“…Are we supporting it?”

“What do you think?”

Never a straight answer. Another test? You mulled it over, staring at the newscast’s black and white imagery on a topic you lost track of. “…If we are helping them, would we not want to accelerate a war..? So that they can inflict damage upon one another…and the Ellowians may come in and sweep away the tired remnants..? So that there is no chance they might work together once more..?”

“A fair assumption to make when you are not apprised of all the factors. But, no, the Twaryians and Netillians must not come to blows. The easterners, as I’ve said, are lacking confidence in the wake of an unprecedented victory. There is a racial divide between the Twaryians and the Ellowians they hope to occupy, going back to the time of Alexander. It is not merely national rivalry like Netilland and Ellowie. The UGZs are a cynical creation of the Defense Party, and the Netillians certainly do not have respect for their former southern neighbors, but such antagonism is not in their blood. The Twaryians have been dealing with an utterly vicious insurgency- their allies are those whose ideological fervor lets them forget the hatred.”

“…So the Twaryians are indisposed to starting a war..?” you squinted at the Major. You hadn’t noticed before, but did she seem…familiar? Well, you had seen her before at Salzbrucke, after all. It was an odd feeling.

“The danger is that, if they did, they could receive the support of the Caelussian Federation. If the timing were off, Netilland would find itself beset on two sides as Ellowie was, and the chaos of it would tempt the easterners into further conquest. If Netilland falls, and the resurgent Ellowians cannot weather the tide a whole continent may throw against it, what prevents them from driving further still?”

The implied meaning was clear. Beyond Netilland was Strossvald- unless Baou or Sosaldt was somehow an incredibly tempting and threatening target.
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“Twaryi’s leaders seek a reprieve, to consolidate what they have,” the Major continued, “it would be easier to implant the idea if we had proper operatives, but alas. A mass revolt and a counteroffensive entirely away from them, what better way to export all of the insurgencies tormenting them? So long as they are not goaded, encouraged, into the reality that Caelus would wish to gamble at domination of two continents.” The Major’s eyes flashed at you. “There is no further requirement to be vague, to tease at multiple threads. Your orders from here on out are such. Eliminate Gerovic. I do not care how, whether you shoot him to death or tie him up and keep him as a trophy, he cannot be suffered to be present during Alpha Two. The sooner, the better. Preferably, immediately. My other command is to aid Alpha Two wherever possible. Von Metzeler has managed to place Ellowians in near complete control of UGZ-09. Continue actions of this nature. Do not take actions that will bolster Netillian confidence. A war against Twaryi begun by them would be even more disastrous than the other way round. Is there any ambiguity in my orders?”

“…No, m’am…” you muttered. You were tired. You wanted to go home. It was fine when naught was happening, or when you were winning…losing your comrades in a battle where neither side was your friend had been suddenly and terribly exhausting.

“Good.” The Major stood. “Your other concerns, then.”

“…I, wait, this may take some time…” you raised a pleading hand with new energy, but the Major did not sit again. “…There is a risk, to all Archduchy assets, as well as the mission, due to a new arrival…” The Major cocked a curious eyebrow, and you rolled right along. “…This person is…Bertram Glennzsegler, a sharpshooter from the south lands…he bears a grudge against me, and I lack the assets to deal with him…he has infiltrated my camp, and attacked me…” you gestured to your broken finger, and the bandage on your face, “…he has challenged me to a duel, presumably to the death…he is a terrible threat…as a hunter who is lurking in his natural element…”

“I remember him,” The Major’s lack of concern near gave you a start, “You released him from his imprisonment yourself, and took his sister with you to Sosaldt. She only recently left your company, further wounded, sent back to your family’s home.”

“…Yes…” you could only thank the Judge above that her pregnancy wasn’t mentioned.

“You cannot bargain with him?” the Major queried, “Is your death all that will sate him? If he did not outright kill you when he attacked you the first time, that cannot be all he will settle for.”

“…”
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“You want the help of the Intelligence Office against a mad dog, do you.” The Major’s disinterest continued, “No. I will not sacrifice my operatives helping you with a personal matter that, from what I can see, was forged entirely by your own hand. His quarrel is with you, not the Intelligence Office. If you perish, Von Metzeler is present to take your place.” The woman’s tone turned icy cold, “If you cannot handle your own affairs, Von Tracht, you are not worth the investment I would have to make. Risk your own men, Lieutenant. Not mine.”

Your shoulders slumped, and you sat heavily against the back of your chair, unable to find words. Would you have to rely on Poltergeist..?

“…However.” The Major put her little finger to her mouth, “You may not be in condition to fight a duel against the infamous Full Moon Sniper, but you once were. You can be restored to that point…but you know what you will have to give up. For that matter, I would be extremely disappointed if you chose to become a mere dog for the second time.” She put her hand upon your crown, “I should hope that you are better than that.” Her hand went away again. “Is there anything else, then.”

“…” she had presented you with more than you could simply put aside to handle the rest of your business. “…If I need more tanks…to handle Gerovic…”

“They will be locally procured.”

“…”

“You did not expect me to pull you out of the hole you dug for yourself, did you?” the Major snapped at you, “The Intelligence Office is not an organization of charity. I have been in an inescapable situation. I was offered no shoulder to share the load then. Handle this problem. If I did not at least think you slightly capable, then I would simply have you killed, then born anew. No vengeance can be had towards the dead. Yet…” she stared through you, “I imagine that you do not want to die at all, do you?”

“…”

“I have said my piece. There will be no more discussion of this matter of the Sniper. Handle it. Achieve your mission. Is there anything else, Lieutenant?”

>Anything else?
>No. That was all.

>>4128970
whose thigh
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>>4129715
>Anything else?
She said she was going to pass more info about Gerovic?
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>>4129715
>Anything else?
Has the IO managed to find out roughly when Alpha Two is commencing?
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>>4129715
>No. That was all.
Every conversation that we have with the major makes me wanna beat her to a pulp
>whose thigh
Bertram’s
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>>4129750
Also when the invasion kicks off are we going to be directly involved or are they going to pull all the Strossvalders out when before the fighting starts
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>>4129715
>Anything else?
Simply remind her that if all the help we're getting is no help, then she is already sacrificing operatives. If Richter dies, Von Metzeler is maimed beyond functionality then she only has Krause to rely on to get Gerovic.
I'd be nice if the Intelligence Office actually gave us some intelligence about his movements, vulnerabilities, force dispositions in the adjacent enemy sector, spy contacts for us. We can't keep relying on him to attack us and repel him, and if we make too many victorious attacks into Twaryian lands then it will be playing right into his hands by giving the Netillians the spur to invade on their own. She needs a stilleto, not a tank.
If this is really so important she should hedge her bets a little and help out here. I'm starting to wonder if it actually is that important.
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>>4129715
These are good >>4129789 >>4129844
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>>4129725
Gib Files.

>>4129750
>>4129789
When is it happening? Will we have to stay?

>>4129844
>>4129869
Surely I deserve some help, aren't I an operative?

Writing.
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“…If I’m not getting any help, aren’t you already sacrificing operatives..?” You glanced upwards at the Major, not moving your head, “Von Metzeler has lost an arm…is Junior Lieutenant Krause an “operative” or…”

“He is not.” The Major said curtly, “he is a junior officer under a pair of operatives. Are you trying to guilt me into helping you? Don’t make me laugh. If I aid you here, what will the next personal matter you drag to me? I should rather demand an operative from elsewhere who will not come crying to me like I am their mother. As is, I am already shielding you, for no gain. You may expect something when I owe you. Eliminate Gerovic. Do it before your silly duel is to take place, then I may consider it.”
Hmph. “…I at least need the help you mentioned in taking him down…”

“Trace.” The Major turned her head and spoke across the room, “The copy of file on G. Bring it here. Ritter One requires a copy.”

Funny that you hadn’t known your code name before now. “…From what you said of avoiding encouraging either side…we cannot attack into Twaryian territory with too much vigor, and we cannot rely on him leading more attacks in…is a stiletto not preferable to a tank..?”

The Major’s eyebrow rose. “Are you saying you would rather another take this up?”

“…Of course not…” you said, voice souring, “…but your logic…”

“Gerovic has been a difficult man to gain information on. A difficult man to get close to at all. Our lack of proper operatives, who can speak the Twaryian language and pass off as their culture, has been a barrier. The best those we have over the border can do is play at being Ellowian, from a safe distance. To put it frankly, the best method of eliminating him is open and outright violence, if not a challenge.” The Major took the file passed to her from “Trace” and pulled a photo from it. “This was gained at very great risk just the other day.” She passed the photo to you, “The man circled is Andrej Gerovic.”

You took the photo, and stared at it. Somehow, you had expected…somebody impressive. Gerovic looked absolutely ordinary; forgettable, even. He wasn’t soft faced enough to be boyish, nor angular enough to be rough, he was simply…plain.

“Everything else is in the file.” The Major continued, “Where he is thought to go, those he associates with, whatever could be gleaned from careful observation. It has been imperative for him to not suspect he is actively being hunted- as is, the Netillian bounty has already made him cover himself to a fair degree.”

“…And he is to be removed from the equation before Alpha Two…”

“Alpha Two is thought to begin in approximately one and one half to two weeks,” the Major said quickly, “The opening stages, at least. An uprising locally would be unwise until several days in.”
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“…Are we going to quit of this place before Alpha Two begins..?” you asked hopefully.

“Hm.” That gave the Major pause again, “Yes. Even though it has been suggested to me that I leave my combat operatives here to aid the National Liberation Front, the Uprising will have the most difficult task in Alpha Two. Your armor will likely be neutralized quite quickly, and neither you nor Von Metzeler are in shape for an extended insurgency. If you wish to stay, it would make some people rather happy, but unless you volunteer otherwise, you will be extricated ahead of time with all other operatives.”

“…I see…”

“It is not certain yet, but the Archduchy is considering loaning the Silver Lances to the Ellowian Army,” the Major let slip, “If your thirst has not been sated, then arrangements can be made for your group to join them in Alpha Two. Your old vehicles will be requisitioned in that case, and transferred to make ready for you to join them.”

Even now, you couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a beat. The Silver Lances? The Archduchy’s elite, premier armor division? Famed in their history even as a tank unit, but even before that as cavalry? You could simply join them for this campaign? Possibly…possibly, an opportunity for a permanent post with them, something unheard of for those who hadn’t served for years, let alone mere months…

…Yet. You were tired. You were unmarried. Who knew where the IO would send you next, but you weren’t sure if you could handle being thrown straight into another series of battles, ones assuredly harder than any before…

>Were you any stranger to adverse battles? You certainly could volunteer to remain behind…maybe the “favor” that would be to those who requested it could be used back home, and it would all be worth the effort.
>Was it not any Von Tracht’s ambition to ride alongside the Silver Lances? Those that bore the sigil of your house? If you could…you’d like that.
>You appreciated the offer, but you had a home to return to. At least for a little while. Everybody here needed time back in the Archduchy.
>Other?
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>>4130111
>You appreciated the offer, but you had a home to return to. At least for a little while. Everybody here needed time back in the Archduchy.
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>>4130111
>Was it not any Von Tracht’s ambition to ride alongside the Silver Lances? Those that bore the sigil of your house? If you could…you’d like that.

If Richter is anything he lives for the honor of his family line. Would be kinda neat to see proper Strossvald fighting again.

Also hot damn, now we have a plan. If we can bag Homeboy before the duel then we might have a shot of not being murdered.
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>>4130209
Sorry to add, but if there was ever a place to make contacts and new allies to one day get out under the thumb of the IO then these would be the people.
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>>4130111
>Was it not any Von Tracht’s ambition to ride alongside the Silver Lances? Those that bore the sigil of your house? If you could…you’d like that.
I think that this is the way to reclaim the complete Richter. Wasn't one of the things that got thrown away in the deprogramming process his ancestral pride? Here's our chance to regain it.

If we take the last option, Richter will retire and live a quiet life with his rich wife, but he'll never be the same man.
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>>4130111
>>You appreciated the offer, but you had a home to return to. At least for a little while. Everybody here needed time back in the Archduchy.

The chance to ride along like a schoolboy on fieldtrip, if Richter even survives to that point, seems like a scarce prize indeed.
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>>4130111
>>Were you any stranger to adverse battles? You certainly could volunteer to remain behind…maybe the “favor” that would be to those who requested it could be used back home, and it would all be worth the effort.
We'll do it if in return the Major will have all the charges against us from our 'desertion' dropped and the matter settled permanently. This way we can settle that issue and hopefully regain our confidence and tactical ability in the course of the fighting, so that we can return to Maddy as a normal person again rather than a mental cripple and with no threats hanging over our head making us a slave to the IO.
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>>4130111
>Other: defer the decision to a later time
After offing Gerovic and duelling Bertram.

>>4130272
>I think that this is the way to reclaim the complete Richter.
Richter might have to be already complete to survive that campaign.
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So do you guys think the Major is manipulating us, or is this a test? She seemed to dislike Richter for his dog like devotion to the Archduchy, but here she is offering him that exact same bone he always craved for.
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>>4130111
>>Was it not any Von Tracht’s ambition to ride alongside the Silver Lances? Those that bore the sigil of your house? If you could…you’d like that.
Really want to see what the Archuduchy's elite is like. Hopefully we can boost our Valour up before then though.
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>>4130426
I think this is a meta decision wrapped into a plot justification.
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>>4130111
>>Was it not any Von Tracht’s ambition to ride alongside the Silver Lances? Those that bore the sigil of your house? If you could…you’d like that.
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>>4130111
>You appreciated the offer, but you had a home to return to. At least for a little while. Everybody here needed time back in the Archduchy.
Priorities brothers.

>>4130209
>>4130272
>>4130305
>>4130519
>>4130525
Honor for the family line? Why honor a family line that's doomed to end with Richter under the current circumstances.
Getting the old Richter back? That would be great if he could survive that long, which considering how war-torn the boy is already my not be as likely as you think.
Having the IO drop the desertion charge? Richter's father has been working on that case for weeks now. He's a good lawyer and very well might have something that will make them back down. It's just as likely and less dangerous.
Wanting to see the Archduchy's elite first hand? There will be other times, better times.

Richter needs to go home, boys. The rest of the men need to go home. This non-stop war shit is killing him and the benefits to risking his life aren't worth it. He's not a government machine anymore, he's a man with limits.
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>>4130111
>Was it not any Von Tracht’s ambition to ride alongside the Silver Lances? Those that bore the sigil of your house? If you could…you’d like that.
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>>4130566
Going home and resting isn't going to help him get over the Fear. Paradoxically even though Richter shouldn't be fighting he has to fight if he doesn't want to remain a mental cripple for the rest of his life. Also IMO our odds are much better as part of a fully supported division rather than what we've been doing so far AND we get our magical armoured tank back.
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>>4130111
>Was it not any Von Tracht’s ambition to ride alongside the Silver Lances? Those that bore the sigil of your house? If you could…you’d like that.
>>4130751
>AND we get our magical armoured tank back.
Holy shit is this real ?
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>>4130762
Well she said they'll requisition our old tanks so I'd assume so
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>>4130767
I mean, do we really have a magic tank ? Or anon was trolling ?
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>>4130777
We really do have one.
Though we have to feed it power pearls which are hard to come by.
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>>4130777
Nah I'm not trolling our M32-47 actually has magical armour
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>>4130783
>>4130785
Shit soldaten. How good is the magical protection ?
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>>4130797
Really good, and it regenerates to boot.
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>>4130751
We might get rid of his Fear, but what about his mental sanity in general? What about the well being of the other men in our squad? Richter might be excited about the Silver Lances but he's only one man in a squad who are becoming more and more worn down? Is Richter's safety really worth more valor points? Is the safety of the men worth it? Is getting our magic tank back really worth risking his life for?
I guess at this point it's a moot point since the tide seems to be against going home, but we could at least go back to the crew and see what they think about staying or going.
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>>4130827
You have a good point, but since this is a quest in pre-ww2 when can fuck partnership a little. Also why didn’t we bring our magic tank with us, was it because of the special fuel needed ?
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>>4130827
If we send everyone else home we can gather the volunteers from all three crews to stay with us.
It's too early to talk about this though, this is all supposed to be highly classified.
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>>4130827
His mental state is messed up precisely because of the after effects of the operation. Unless you don't want Richter to act like a 'normal' person ever again we have to bite the bullet at some point. Either he fights or he doesn't get better.
Also as for the crew as >>4130830 says we can just see who wishes to volunteer.
>>4130829
IO said not to bring any Strossvalder tanks so we don't give too much away to the Netillians/Twaryians
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>>4130829
>why didn’t we bring our magic tank with us
Ask the IO
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>>4130833
>we have to bite the bullet at some point.
We have been biting the bullet and Richter has almost died twice because of it. I'm not saying we keep him out of combat for too long, just enough time for him to heal and recenter himself. Maybe get married and enjoy that life for a little. It's time he's had some leave, give the boys a break!
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I'm of the mind both meta and in character that one: Richter has been told stories about the Lances his whole life and he may not get another chance to ride with them.
And also I'd rather play Tank Commander Quest than Responsible Recovery Quest.
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>>4130969
>He still thinks there's tanks in PCQ
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>>4130981
The last few threads have been pretty good for tank combat.
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>>4130969
more like Crippled commander quest, am I right lads ?
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>>4130868
>Forgetting Maddy calms Richter down to practically normal levels.
Come on son.

>>4130969
I'm of the mind both meta and in character that one: Richter despite having dreamed of marching with the Lances knows that he is in no condition for vigorous prolonged warfare. He knows better than anyone what glory seeking can do to a man unprepared and is more than ready for a break from combat to spend time with his wife that he's longed for for weeks now. And also I'd rather not get our MC killed prematurely so I can keep playing Tank Commander Quest, rather than One Arm Commander Quest or Ragamuffin Creampuff Commander Quest.
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>>4131043
Anon it's been like a week or two since we last saw Maddy, hell we've only been in Ellowie for like a month?
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>>4131053
>Anon it's been like a week or two since we last saw Maddy,t's been more like 3 weeks.
Richter has been going through Fear hell for 3 weeks now and we have another couple of weeks of combat to go if we're lucky. Could a soldier last longer on a battlefield if they needed? Of course.
But why would you do that to him when there's really no need for it?
Why not give him a break?
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>>4131108
Because to get out of his Fear hell he needs to fight? If all he needed was rest to get over the Fear we wouldn't have so many problems in the first place.
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>>4131122
Anyway let's agree to disagree on this point
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>>4131122
We can fight literally any time. What Richter is doing now is turning down vacation days so he can work overtime while he's injured. Sure you'll have to start running again if you're ever gonna be at top form, but there's a time and place for rest.
And again, there's a huge difference between taking time off here and taking time off back home with Maddy. It won't cure his Fear, but it will be undeniably the best thing for is physical and mental health otherwise.

>>4131134
I've been agreeing to disagree.
All of this is a moot point.
I'm just making my point clear for posterity.
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>>4130143
>>4130284
>>4130566
I'd like my hours off.

>>4130305
Give me hardo.

>>4130417
How about later?

>>4130209
>>4130519
>>4130525
>>4130720
>>4130762
Give me my tank back.

I'm calling the vote but won't be updating until this evening. Until then.
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>>4131208
>This evening
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>>4132405
Rumors says he went to a date with a tomboy a head shorter than him
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>>4132412
Imagine
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>>4132596
Kept us waiting, hum ?
Where have you been ?
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>>4132600
Been composing his death poem, obviously.
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>>4132412
I for one welcome our new Tomboy overlords
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>>4132667
Kek, I liked this anya
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It almost sounded too good to be true, but wasn’t it what you had wanted all this time? Had it not been what you’d lacked for all this tiring fighting? The chance to do as your family line had ever done? To join those whose sigil had been contributed by your house since your first ennobled ancestor?

“…If I could…I would like that…” your response came, uneasy and uncertain. While it was your ambition, laid at your feet, how could you help being unsteady, considering the state you were in?

“The arrangements will be made, then.” The Major began to leave, her shoes clicking upon the floor. “I wonder what Captain Edelschwert would think, though…” You were left with the other quiet operatives in the projection room, holding a file as a recorded voice spoke of increased farm productivity, and booming prices in whatever the NVE Stocks were.

When you walked out of the theater, a few minutes afterwards, you couldn’t help but feel every limp in your step.

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Gerovic’s file provided a welcome distraction on the way back to camp. His past seemed more story and rumor than concrete fact- no birthplace, no birthdate, as though he rose from the Twaryian soil one fateful day. He had gone over the sea to Caelus at a young age, apparently to be inducted into the Old Church, and have become a mercenary for the Federation for five years before returning to Twaryi but a year ago. Once identified, he had been found to primarily return to the town of Dymny across the border, on the rail line, though he had a habit of flitting about to various units on the line. His schedule was rather tightly kept- he would only actually appear in the afternoon, apparently a night owl, and go out and back in to Dymny two or three times, to the units identified across the line.

The Dshvna Rifles’ Third Company, the direct counterpart across the line. The Oblachnayagora Moskity- whom you had battled the other day. Well-trained motorized infantry known for hit and run attacks, the file mentioned. Apparently attacking a fortified position turned out to be their match. There was also the a company of the 20th Garnizon- the Twaryians evidently having a different naming convention for such units. You’d never faced them, you knew- because the report explicitly mentioned that the unit was an entirely female one. Perhaps Gerovic had a sense of chivalry about that.
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A new visit had been made to the adjacent sector, though- to the Akayagorod Cavalry, who had been the subject of a rather successful night attack. The final contact Gerovic was seen to be making, besides that of his own unit (Oddly called, merely, Unit 4- no size specification. Was it a company? Or something larger?) was with the official office of the Revolutionary League in Dymny. They were evidently allowed to operate at some level, as a state sponsored militia. Mostly involving counter insurgency and patrols, though, and their equipment was not provided. Such had been granted by Gerovic, the intelligence dossier provided, with evidence including observed shipping manifests photographed by a faraway operative.

The Intelligence Office had, of course, infiltrated Dymny. There was one operative inside of the town whose cover was as a launderer(formerly two, but the other had chosen to flee after taking the picture of Gerovic), and another in the vicinity outside of it, posing as a villager. They were known by the code names Eagle One and Two, though their cover names were provided, as well as the passphrases (on a separate slip- advised to be consumed after memorization). Most of this information had been compiled by them.

Gerovic was observed to have a certain fondness for two things- dusty taverns full of what most Twaryians considered foreign folk, and the brothel, also with native inhabitants. Neither agent had been daring enough to try and see what he was up to in such places at the same time- he apparently had an extremely keen eye for detail, especially for when things were different. It had spooked the operative who photographed him so badly they had fled- apparently just in time, as within the next day their former hiding place had been roughly searched.
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Getting close to Gerovic in a subtle manner seemed understandably impossible, then. Yet how were you supposed to catch him? When he was seeing another unit? Would you have to attack Dymny itself? It was reported to not be nearly as heavily fortified as Kamienisty, though it was still a significant target. At least one and one half companies garrisoned it, not including the local Revolutionary League militia.

>You’d have to try and predict or discover his movements and catch him somewhere else. Though that might prove easier said than done…
>He always returned to Dymny. Then you’d have to attack Dymny. The simplest, most brutal way, with everything you could muster.
>If Netilland shouldn’t be given more victories, perhaps you could try and infiltrate Dymny with insurgents, instead. Though who could say if the NLF would be willing…(With the NLF, or would you try and make contact with the Eastern Resistance over the border?)
>Baiting out Gerovic was still the safest method, and reliable if you did it right. What to draw him in with, though…
>Other?
Also
>Anything you want to try and glean further from the dossier? Gerovic is a tricky man to get close to, so you probably won’t get a huge amount of detail, but it might be worth a shot.
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>>4132738
>>If Netilland shouldn’t be given more victories, perhaps you could try and infiltrate Dymny with insurgents, instead. Though who could say if the NLF would be willing…(With the NLF, or would you try and make contact with the Eastern Resistance over the border?)
Since the Major has given the green light to support Alpha Two as much as possible we should go meet the NLF again and get into contact with the ERA. Can also discuss the plans for the Uprising while we're at it.

>Anything you want to try and glean further from the dossier? Gerovic is a tricky man to get close to, so you probably won’t get a huge amount of detail, but it might be worth a shot.
Can't think of anything for now, I'll let other anons think of stuff to add.
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>>4132763
+1 and let's look it n the dossier for any close friend or contact of his
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>>4132738
>If Netilland shouldn’t be given more victories, perhaps you could try and infiltrate Dymny with insurgents, instead. Though who could say if the NLF would be willing…(With the NLF, or would you try and make contact with the Eastern Resistance over the border?)
Hey tanq maybe a bit OOC but mind explaining a bit more about why the Ellowians and Twaryians really despise each other compared to the Netillians?
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>>4132763
This works for now but I don't wanna commit to one plan yet until we've talked to them.

Ideally it will be a combination of attacks with support from the NLF that might be the ticket. I'd argue that we should attack sooner rather than later with the Twaryians hopefully demoralized and understrength before more armor appears magically out of nowhere.

>Anything you want to try and glean further from the dossier?
Good to know he operates mostly at night. It would pay to attack him early in the morning then, might be groggy. Or keep him up with small time raids then hit him with a big attack when he thinks the fighting is done.

Does it mention where he sleeps besides somewhere in Dymny?
Who is his second in command?
Does he wear any specific Twaryian idol/identification that shows his Religious Order?
Does he carry a firearm at all times? You'd be surprised what his choice of sidearm can show about a person.

Anything unusual about Dymny itself? We do have this new fancy train that needs using...
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>>4132738
>>If Netilland shouldn’t be given more victories, perhaps you could try and infiltrate Dymny with insurgents, instead. Though who could say if the NLF would be willing…

I think the NLF and our goals might align here, they want to steal or blow up stuff, we want to blow up or steal stuff. We have a sweet train that leads directly into Tywari, maybe they want to release hundreds of insurgents into Tywari and feed us info about stuff they want to steal or destroy. Which leads into my second point,
>Baiting out Gerovic was still the safest method, and reliable if you did it right. What to draw him in with, though…
It seems like Gerovic likes to personally analyse the capability of his troops as well as that of his enemies, so maybe with so extra information about more Tywarian targets we can launch our biggest bestest raid at some valuable Tywarian base. This draws Gerovic to that site.
>Anything you want to try and glean further from the dossier? Gerovic is a tricky man to get close to, so you probably won’t get a huge amount of detail, but it might be worth a shot.
If we can see if there is any timing to his movements relative when he checked out that raid Anya did, we might have a somewhat accurate idea of when to expect to launch another attack on that same location, hopefully to catch Gerovic there.

Plan subject to change terms and conditions apply.
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>>4132810
> mind explaining a bit more about why the Ellowians and Twaryians really despise each other compared to the Netillians?

I can't quite recall how in depth any prior explanation was, but the summary of it is that the old Ellowian monarchy agreed to be a client state of the Grossreich after Alexander rocked through Sosalia. This monarchy conquered, occupied, and brutally suppressed the native populace, drawing a large amount of resources and revenue to pay off the tax incurred on a client state, ironically more than would have to be paid from a straight up conquested area in the Reich back then. This conquest and occupation, and what happened during it, is the most sore spot between Twaryians and Ellowians. There's also the matter that Twaryians are near a completely different culture. Most of the continent (at least in its center and east sections) speak Old or New Nauk, and are made up of peoples who have inhabited the continent for quite some time. Twaryians are latecomers, only arriving en mass several hundred years ago from Caelus before it became what it is today. Differing general ethnicity, culture, and not to mention their religion just drove up more walls between already hostile groups.
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>>4132935
The point about language continued, near anywhere on the continent, two people would be able to talk to each other, exempting particularly rural peoples. Twaryians near totally speak Caelussian and nothing else. Even if you wanted to talk to one, they most likely wouldn't understand you.
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>>4132738
>>If Netilland shouldn’t be given more victories, perhaps you could try and infiltrate Dymny with insurgents, instead. Though who could say if the NLF would be willing…(With the NLF, or would you try and make contact with the Eastern Resistance over the border?)
NLF and maybe the eastern resistance through them
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>>4132941
Thanks. Also are there any major differences between the NLF and Eastern Resistance or is it just that they operate on different sides of the border?
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>>4133108
Mostly, it's who they hate most. The NLF have generally been uncompromising in wanting all invaders out...at least, thus far. The groups that make up the Eastern Resistance Army however despise Twaryians far, far more than Netillians, and are willing to work with the latter in the fight against the greater Caelussian menace. They also may or may not include a fair share of Monarchists.

I'll be doing a couple errands then coming back to count votes.
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>>4133137
Monarchists and hate Twaryians? Sounds like our kind of guys!
Except we'll be kicking the High Protector out but well not like he can remain in power other than being a Netillian puppet
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>>4132763
>>4132810
>>4132873
>>4132882
>>4133067
It's time to act irregularly.

And other matters.

Writing.
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Was it strange that you could read without being distracted by the Fear? It was still there, of course, as always, but it felt like it did when you were buzzed on alcohol- tolerable wasn’t the right word. Manageable, that was it. Who knew what it would be like now, if you drank some? Your nose had started to itch, though, and you were starting to feel tired. Perhaps you should lay off the drugs for a bit.

Back to the dossier, though, which you tried to flip through in a manner than neither of the guards up front would notice should they glance back from the front of the car. There was more in there than just what could be read at a glance; there might be things between the lines, too.

The question of where he rested wasn’t a concrete one. He always, at least, came out of a building, but sometimes it was a barracks, sometimes it was the brothel, other times it was an aforementioned tavern- he rarely seemed to be alone. Usually, he was at least with his second in command. Sergeant Voronoy- whom there was nothing about. He was as sharp eyed as Gerovic, and twice as suspicious- there was no picture of him, but the man carried himself distinctively, his eyes a pair of driving daggers into whoever ventured near, and a pistol at his side fit to shoot down a plane.

You examined the picture of Gerovic again. At his throat was the symbol of the Scales of Justice- iconography the Twaryians held in particular value. That didn’t set him apart, though- the Scales or the Hammer were on many Twaryians somewhere, from what little you knew of them personally. So far as you knew, they all were just some token of faith. It wasn’t like you kept any around to quiz about it.

…Well, you sort of did. You weren’t sure if the mercenary counted. She’d lived through the last battle, so she either had some skill or luck on her side, despite her antagonism.

The gun at Gerovic’s side was…not something you recognized. It was in its holster anyways. Maybe that alone would have said something once, but you had forgotten whatever knowledge would have told you what weapon it was or anything about it. Maybe somebody else would know- then again, the photo wasn’t of very good quality, and the gun had a poor angle of actually viewing it.
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The dossier didn’t focus on the town of Dymny itself, but you did remember facts from other sources about it- it was the end of the Twaryian side of the rail line, just like Kamienisty, and before the war had just been a stop, and was built up from a smaller town. It wasn’t nearly as fortified, hadn’t had its infrastructure improved- the Twaryians either moved more through an earlier station, or they simply didn’t value building up the place as a jumping off point. Maybe they intended to give ground, to be on the defensive in an upcoming war? Perhaps the Twaryian leaders really didn’t want war, despite the rambunctiousness of border troops, and weren’t building up to try and assuage tension. Maybe that was merely what they wanted the Netillians to think, and just beyond, out of sight, they had amassed a flood ready to crash upon Netilland at the right time.

Ultimately you weren’t told very much, but maybe a few things could be followed up on. One definitely helpful fact about Gerovic was his nocturnal tendencies- it meant that if you struck in the early half of the day, he would be tired, or perhaps, even slumbering. The Major would certainly change her tune if you dragged Gerovic before her, alive, in bonds. What a wealth of knowledge he would be…but would such an opportunity come about, if you had to use violence?

Not if you charged into Dymny with whatever you could scrounge together, certainly. No, the best way to catch Gerovic off guard would be to use the very approach the Twaryians had apparently been having quite a bit of trouble with- utilizing the Ellowian Insurgencies. The National Liberation Front, and the Eastern Resistance Army- the latter being much more of a factor in Twaryian territory…and also the organization you had yet to encounter. Their specific spite for Twaryi rather than Netilland meant they had not once been involved in business on your side of the border, though there was rumor enough that they were supported by the occupation government under the High Protector Wladysaw XI.

You did have a contact with the National Liberation Front, though. Yes, you had met them, but you hadn’t exactly kept up with them besides sending them a few favors. The person who had been managing your relations with the insurgency had been Anya. If you needed help from anybody for this, it would be her. Thank goodness she hadn’t been wounded in the raid yesterday.

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Anya wasn’t at the camp when you got back, despite your looking around. The scars of the battle yesterday remained- all the bodies had been cleared away, thankfully, but here and there were splotches of blood, scorched ground, craters, tracks of tires and treads, the wrecked Twaryian vehicles, and your immobilized vehicles still in the fighting holes they had inhabited yesterday afternoon. It was a depressing sight, and you looked for somewhere else to be- squirreling away in the untouched underground, to hide away the dossier.
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Von Metzeler remained away. With Yva, when you asked after him. Krause told you her was alright, but the look on his face betrayed his concern. Whether it felt unfair that Krause had avoided maiming, perhaps death- and his friend might not receive the same mercy from fate to come out the other day unscathed.

Yva did claim to be Von Metzeler’s friend, did she not? Was she so cold hearted as to deny a friend their arm, when she had the ability to restore it? It frustrated you to think about it, especially when Krause’s lack of relief when discussing the matter had told you everything you needed to know. Was Von Metzeler healthy? Of a sort. Was he possessed of both arms once more?...most likely, not.

Maybe you shouldn’t have defaulted to feeling hostile towards the soulbinder. After all, who knew where his arm had gone, and you figured that there had to be something to restore in order to do so. Maddalyn hadn’t caused a new leg to sprout out of Krause- she had reaffixed the old one. A day later it might have been too late to do anything about it now anyways.

When you limped back up to the surface, the sky was darkening. The stars were faint, save for the usual bright ones, as well as the false stars that were floating, migratory presence creatures. You stared up at the young night’s crown, at a long, serpentine spirit slowly drifting along, a placid dragon from a storybook, softly glowing, translucent. An apparition of majesty, sailing across the sky to the mountains. Once, they induced fear, then wonder. Steadily, they had become a strange sort of norm, even before now.
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“What’re ya lookin’ at?” Anya’s voice, beside you. She had returned, then, and heard you were seeking her.

You didn’t look away, your chin and eyes still tilted heavens-ward. Business could wait a little. “…The stars…”

Anya could not see the spirits in the sky. Was it a blessing or a curse when they were simply pretty? “Which ones?”

“Hm.” You gestured up around to where you thought the stars you might be looking at were, though they’d still be faint this early in the evening.

“Mm.” Anya grunted back. “I don’t know the names of ‘em either.” You and her stared at completely different things, even though you looked in the same place. “Hey. You all right?”

“…I’ve been hurt worse…”

“That’s not what I’m talkin’ about.”

You said nothing.

“You lost a guy the other day.” Anya said, “Someone you had around a long time.”

“…”

“S’not your fault.” Anya said flatly, “That’s all. Dunno if you knew them too well, they were still with you all that time. Still in the shit with you. That’s as close as you can be even if you don’t even know their name. You all right, though?”

>You’re fine. Just a little tired. Nothing to worry about.
>Tell Anya about the duel you’d accepted. She’d probably do something reckless, but she had the right to know.
>Ask if she’s fine, instead. You had intended to take this week off. Could you ask her to handle things in Von Metzeler’s place? She was rather strung out…
>Other?
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>>4133588
>You’re fine. Just a little tired. You’d make sure to not push yourself too far.
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>>4133588
>You’re fine. Just a little tired. Nothing to worry about.

Leg shrapnel tends to do that.
>Other?
I'm a little curious, ask her how far she'd be willing to go, in order to win. Her opinion about the difficult position we find ourselves may help in the next week.

Considering we aren't going to win the duel fairly anymore (maybe we never could since the mind wipe) we need to start thinking dirty, and if we want Ger-Bear within the next 5 days we may have to consider more unsavory options to succeed.
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>>4133640
>Considering we aren't going to win the duel fairly anymore (maybe we never could since the mind wipe) we need to start thinking dirty
The thing is that our only real option seems to be Poltergeist, since we can’t bring anyone sneaky to help and the tree sap thing is not that great
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>>4133647
Sure, we can ask him. But if we can nab Gerovic the Major said she would be more willing to help. And the sooner we try and get him the better before he gets more reinforcements.
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>>4133588
>Tell Anya about the duel you’d accepted. She’d probably do something reckless, but she had the right to know.
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>>4133588
>>Tell Anya about the duel you’d accepted. She’d probably do something reckless, but she had the right to know.
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>>4133732
>>4133736
Guys, there’s a big chance that she’ll try to go stealth to help us and fuck things up
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>>4133738
I have faith in the creampuff, she cares for Richter in her own way.
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>>4133587
Metzeler's arm likely was inside the X-50 and burned up with it.

>>4133588
>Ask if she’s fine, instead. You had intended to take this week off. Could you ask her to handle things in Von Metzeler’s place? She was rather strung out…
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>>4133588
>Ask if she’s fine, instead. You had intended to take this week off. Could you ask her to handle things in Von Metzeler’s place? She was rather strung out…
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>>4133588
>>Ask if she’s fine, instead. You had intended to take this week off. Could you ask her to handle things in Von Metzeler’s place? She was rather strung out…
Or we could just ask Krause if she isn't
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>>4133588
>Ask if she’s fine, instead. You had intended to take this week off. Could you ask her to handle things in Von Metzeler’s place? She was rather strung out…
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>>4133588
>>Tell Anya about the duel you’d accepted. She’d probably do something reckless, but she had the right to know.
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>>4133588
>>Tell Anya about the duel you’d accepted. She’d probably do something reckless, but she had the right to know.
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>>4133588
>Ask if she’s fine, instead. You had intended to take this week off. Could you ask her to handle things in Von Metzeler’s place? She was rather strung out…
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>>4133588
>Ask if she’s fine, instead. You had intended to take this week off. Could you ask her to handle things in Von Metzeler’s place? She was rather strung out…
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Considering that voting has been going on for a while now and it seems to lean toward not telling Anya about Bertram, I would like to lay out a plan that to deal with Bertram that would go easier with Anya’s help. We currently have the mayor of a growing logging town somewhat in our debt, and maybe by promising him extra protection in the form of a green Elloeian platoon or one of our newly bloodied Netillian platoons we could convince him to move logging operations temporarily to the forest we will fuel Bertram in. This could provoke many responses from Bertram, which we could use to find out his location or disposition, but I would bet his hard on for Richter will keep him watching us and not the forest. The benefit of this could be that we could send a couple of soldiers to escort the loggers and ask them to make a couple of landmarks. Stack logs in a weird way or leave some trees cut down but not hauled off, things like that. I think it would make it a lot easier to both navigate in the forest as well as make it easier to lay a plan if we want to sneak anyone in to help us out.
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>>4134543
I don’t think Anya can help us much, specially with her arm out of action
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>>4133588
>>You’re fine. Just a little tired. Nothing to worry about.
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Yes hello I am awake.

>>4133614
>>4133640
>>4134064
>>4134802
You're fine.
btw d you like winning

>>4133732
>>4133736
>>4134083
>>4134191
Hey have you ever had a clingy ex?

>>4133969
>>4134066
>>4134072
>>4134078
>>4134202
>>4134203
Are you fine, is the real question.

Alright then.
Writing.
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>>4134543
Regardless of how this goes, that's not a bad plan.
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A pause, as you considered whether to continue keeping the coming duel a secret from Anya. If she found out, she’d do something about it, there was no question about that. Yet after what she’d done for you, didn’t she have a right to know?...Yes, but, this was for her own good.

The question of whether you were fine was one you didn’t like the answer you thought to give, though. Your head said to play it all off, to claim you’d had worse- and you had, but your body’s cynical weariness made such a proclamation hard to say with confidence.

“…Are you fine..?” you deflected back to Anya, moving your gaze from the sky to her, then her slung arm, “…I thought this week would be calmer…so I could get better. Can you take over from Von Metzeler now..? I know you’re strung out…”

Anya gave you an annoyed glance. “So, no, is what you’re tryin’ to say.” She had seen right through you, and she wasn’t happy about it. “Yeah. I can handle it.”

“…Thank you…” Though you wondered how much was just bravado. The dark circles under her eyes hadn’t gone away, and though she hadn’t gotten worse, her arm was still in a sling… “…Can I ask something? Winning a fight…how far would you go to make sure you win..?”

Anya’s look turned funny. “Come on, fairy boy, what do you think I am? I’m a short little girl. I haven’t fought a fair fight in my life. I either have to stack things in my favor, or everything would be against me. That’s how it is for everybody I mean, but I had to see it a hell of a lot sooner. If the other guy’s going for the ankle, I’ve gotta go for the throat. If you wanna win, you have to think like that. But I guess if more matters than just winning, if it ain’t life or death…” Anya shrugged, “I dunno. It depends. If you throw shit away as a sacrifice to win, for example. Was it worth it to lose it to say you won? Or would you have lost everything anyways if you didn’t? I threw all I had with the Death Heads in the trash ‘cause they didn’t give me much in the first place. I threw all I had with the Hogs away ‘cause they lost what I had joined and stayed for. All or nothing. That’s how it’s been.” Anya looked wistful as she turned her face away. “Can’t say if it was the best thing. I’m just alive at the end of it, is all.” She looked back. “Why d’ya ask?”

“…Just wanted to know,” you lied, “Dancing around with the Netillians, the Ellowians…it’s hard to know how far to go…”
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“Ellowians, Twaryians, Netillians. And here we are, none of those things. Funny, huh? How long are we gonna be here?” Anya asked, some strange humor in her voice, like she was telling a joke. “Yesterday was bigger than anything before, and we’re all hurting. ‘Stache is the only one of us in one piece. Bossing the Hogs around is no big deal, they’re paid by the fucking bullet, but is your King or whatever just gonna keep you here for the rest of your life?”

That felt like something safe to tell Anya. Krause had been told too, though not necessarily the larger purpose, yet- just orders from above. After making sure the two of you were isolated, you spoke. “…Two or three weeks more…that’s how much longer until we’re out of here...”

Anya made a more cautious look about like you had, and pulled you further away. “Can’t be a coincidence,” she muttered, “I went off to you know where today. Checking on the Ashes they led off.”

“…How are they doing..?” you asked, “…the other ones, too…”

“They’re alright.” Anya said with little concern, “I need the next paycheck to come in real soon though.” That was what she had been spending all her money on? You hadn’t asked after what she had been doing with the marks she was paid, but you supposed there weren’t many other places to spend them with her sort of temperament combined with a distrust of solitary recreation. “They won’t be ready, they need years, not weeks,” Anya’s tone turned resigned, “But I know how they feel. They don’t want to be left behind when their fight comes. The fight coming up soon. If they didn’t want to do it, I’d be able to push more, to keep them from being messed with, but the little scamps turned rebellious. Like they were from the start I guess.”

“…You did your best, I’m sure…”

Anya didn’t seem sure about that, as she sighed, and changed the subject. “I got bad news. When I went over to our old pals, I saw new faces. A lot of new faces.” Your mouth curved down of its own accord. “I asked about them. Apparently they’re stocking up on as much meat as they can get, and they don’t care how good or bad it is, because they think they need every bit of it. A hundred and fifty or so new people. The gear they had earlier. The ones who were hurt, doing training for the others. And they’re set to try and get more.”

“…Should we have let them go..?” you wondered. The bloodiest fight had been between the Revolutionary League insurgents and your Netillian troops.
“They were the ones who attacked us,” Anya pointed out, “That’s their fault. Just the way it is, if we’re not going to jump up and run into the hidey holes ourselves. The problem is, if I’m right about your bosses knowing things-”

“…They know. And want it to go well for Ellowie…” You said without hesitation.
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“Makes it easier then. The way they said it, they’re hedging a lot of bets on their new friends pulling a lot of weight. It’s ‘cause the big thing coming up is focusing on Netilland. It’ll be one on one again, instead of one on two.” Anya stopped a moment. “…There’s somethin’ else, isn’t there.”

“…I’d rather the Revolutionary Front not joined hands with our other acquaintances…” you grumbled, “…We have to get rid of Gerovic, as soon as possible. The Revolutionary Front are supported by him…I was hoping we would have some non-Netillian support in getting rid of him. My superior…gave me information on him. The best way to handle him would be through insurgent infiltration…but if the group we’re in closest contact with is now affiliated with the others…”

“It’s not like they’re the same now. Don’t get too hasty.”

“…I was thinking we might make new friends…with the Eastern Resistance…”

“They’d want to help with anything to hurt Twaryi, yeah, but, I don’t know any of ‘em.” Anya didn’t sound hopeful of the chances, “And you can bet our friends have been cutting ties, with how things are going now. We don’t have much time to dip our toes in, though. That, and I don’t think the other guys’ll trust a stranger much.”

That much was true. The NLF had a better connection with you, for their potential hesitancy that the ERA wouldn’t share in the choice of target. Though, perhaps you didn’t lack for connections to the Eastern Resistance- Anya was considered an acquaintance of the High Protector, after all- even if she didn’t seem fond of being around him, it might have been worth it to see him once more, if you wanted to get the aid of the anti-eastern factions.

>Go for the National Liberation Front. Gerovic didn’t have them entirely in his pocket- you could convince them that you could help them more, if they would help you against him.
>The Eastern Resistance Army was the best ally for this situation. You’d have to earn their trust, certainly, but it would be easier than it would be to negotiate with an organization being fed by the enemy…
>Other?
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>>4135104
>The Eastern Resistance Army was the best ally for this situation. You’d have to earn their trust, certainly, but it would be easier than it would be to negotiate with an organization being fed by the enemy…
Well we do have all those Twaryian equipment lying around to sweeten the deal plus our record against the easterners speaks for itself
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>>4135104
>Go for the National Liberation Front. Gerovic didn’t have them entirely in his pocket- you could convince them that you could help them more, if they would help you against him.
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>>4135104
>The Eastern Resistance Army was the best ally for this situation. You’d have to earn their trust, certainly, but it would be easier than it would be to negotiate with an organization being fed by the enemy…
La resistance
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>>4135104
>The Eastern Resistance Army was the best ally for this situation. You’d have to earn their trust, certainly, but it would be easier than it would be to negotiate with an organization being fed by the enemy…
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>>4135104
>>Go for the National Liberation Front. Gerovic didn’t have them entirely in his pocket- you could convince them that you could help them more, if they would help you against him.
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>>4135104
>Go for the National Liberation Front. Gerovic didn’t have them entirely in his pocket- you could convince them that you could help them more, if they would help you against him.
If the RL guys start protesting, we can remind them that Gerovic used them as meatshields twice.
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>>4135104
>>The Eastern Resistance Army was the best ally for this situation. You’d have to earn their trust, certainly, but it would be easier than it would be to negotiate with an organization being fed by the enemy…
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>>4135104
>>The Eastern Resistance Army was the best ally for this situation. You’d have to earn their trust, certainly, but it would be easier than it would be to negotiate with an organization being fed by the enemy…
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Up now.

>>4135115
>>4135142
>>4135240
>>4135586
>>4135781
Man I hate Twaryians. I hear these guys hate them too.

>>4135131
>>4135503
>>4135515
I prefer to stay with people I've met.

New folks, then. Writing.
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The familiarity with the NLF was a boon, true, but you doubted they would go along willingly with attacking a man who was now evidently supplying them with equipment and manpower. If they were needy enough that they were drafting Anya’s Ashes, then threatening such a lucrative ally might even bring them against you in the worst case scenario. Yes, you could point out that Gerovic had potentially used his Revolutionary League allies as meat shields twice now, but who could say if they would not deem such a necessity, considering that they still followed his will? Sacrifices for greater victory, perhaps. It was hard to know without investigating deeper into their motives. It wasn’t like you’d be reading any Utopianist (the Archduchy would likely dismiss them as Anarchist) literature besides the writings of Debon on armored combat.

“…I’ve decided. I’ll try and contact the Easter Resistance Army. It seems the most reliable route…”

Anya was nonplussed. “Well, so long as you’re good without my help on that. I’ll have my hands plenty full handling all the other shit. What’s the plan? Hop across the border and start shouting your head off about how much want to spill some borsch?”

“…Spill some what..?”

“I dunno. Something Twaryians eat. Soup what smells sour. Funny thing to call that red capped slag. Borsch-cunt.”

“…I doubt I’ll make headway by repeating such filth. Wouldn’t the NLF know how to get in contact with them?”

Anya shook her head once. “Nuh-uh. Not on this side of the border zone. You could bother King Weasel about it, he’s rumored to have something to do with the ERA people, but you know he won’t just get you in, not for nothing.”

He might do so for Anya, you thought to yourself. “…Do you know anything else about them?” you asked, “The Eastern Resistance. I received information that they’re giving the Twaryians a lot of problems…”
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“I mean, yeah, but the name’s just a collective thing. They’re a whole load of different groups. They’re all real brutal, though. That’s uh, something you ought to know if you’re working with them.” Anya leaned in closer and said lowly, “They use kids. A lot of them. The NLF does too, but there’s no scruples here, and they have a lot of people who are just whacked now. The NLF won’t round up people and shoot them. There’s people in the ERA who wouldn’t see a problem with that. Just expect anything, is all.”

No holds barred. Leap for the throat. Unscrupulous fighting won a battle, but did it win a war? “…I’ll keep that in mind…”

“Just be careful. I can’t watch your back all the time.” Anya’s eyes flicked to your leg, “I dunno how Grumpus is doing. Maybe you oughta check on him, but I bet he’s okay. ‘Stache was trying to hide it, but he’s pretty bent up about it.” She shuffled to face the other direction, and went towards the headquarters office. “I’ve got a lot to do. Get some more rest. You’re not going across the fucking border at night, and nobody’ll be chasing you in the woods anymore with that leg how it is.”

Somehow, you weren’t sure if that would be true.

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January was half over as you woke once more. Bright and early- six o’clock, and about as invigorated as one could be when one’s mind and body were as beaten up as yours. At least your spirit hadn’t faltered…yet.

If Anya was handling the things that would be normally brought to your attention, though, it at least meant you could give undivided attention to…whatever you’d be doing next. Going after Gerovic? Checking on your comrades? Had it been a mistake to rest, with the clock ticking, you thought suddenly, heart skipping a beat. No, you had to recover as much as you could, while still getting things done…it couldn’t be helped now, anyways.

>Take a risk. Plot a trek over the border to try and discover the Eastern Resistance yourself- it couldn’t be too hard, could it?
>Arrange a meeting with the High Protector. He was the sole possible contact to the ERA you knew, and he certainly was influential enough that you could be carried upon his word alone…
>You hadn’t seen Von Metzeler for an entire day now. You should at least visit him…and hopefully wouldn’t be interrupting anything.
>Other?
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>>4136807
>You hadn’t seen Von Metzeler for an entire day now. You should at least visit him…and hopefully wouldn’t be interrupting anything.

This then go talk to Wladyslaw.
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>>4136807
>Arrange a meeting with the High Protector. He was the sole possible contact to the ERA you knew, and he certainly was influential enough that you could be carried upon his word alone…
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>>4136807
>You hadn’t seen Von Metzeler for an entire day now. You should at least visit him…and hopefully wouldn’t be interrupting anything.
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>>4136807
>>You hadn’t seen Von Metzeler for an entire day now. You should at least visit him…and hopefully wouldn’t be interrupting anything.
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>>4136807
>>You hadn’t seen Von Metzeler for an entire day now. You should at least visit him…and hopefully wouldn’t be interrupting anything.
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>>4136814
Delegate time.

>>4136822
Go straight out

>>4136975
>>4137059
>>4137328
Go lend a hand.

Writing.
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Von Metzeler had been healthy, last you heard, but you hadn’t seen him once since that fateful moment in the battle, when he had been dragged into the trench by his crew, utterly awestruck in terror as you took his place, head swimming in a flood of energetic wakeleaf fog. That had been two days ago. Two days in Yva’s cottage for all you knew…hopefully not in extended contact with the soulbinder. Your lack of knowledge of what a thrall was gave no encouragement. Even if it was still dark out for being bright and early, the soulbinder was being lent that cottage out of the goodness of your heart, and you would be heard.

Sleep still in your eyes, you trudged over to the edge of the woods where the cottage was, close to the base, yet far enough that it had not been touched by the recent battle. To its wooden door…

BANG. BANG. You pounded a fist on the door. Rather hard, but effective, as Yva showed up near immediately, wearing a long sleeved shirt and skirt you hadn’t seen before instead of her usual coat; no glasses, either, hair unkempt.

“What are you doing!?” she hissed, shutting the door behind her instead of allowing you in, “He is sleeping! Can whatever danger you wish to thrust him into wait until past dawn?”

“…He is my officer…” you said defensively, “…I have to check on his health…”

“He is hale, if not whole,” Yva still blocked your way, frustration on her face, “If my word does not satisfy you, then you will have to leave disappointed. I will not have you disturbing him.”

On the face of it this bookish woman saying such things would have seemed ridiculous, but both of you knew the balance of power was terribly in her favor. “…How has he taken it..?” You asked, backing down, accepting that Yva would not let you past.

Yva cooled some, and leaned back against the door. “The loss of his arm…he has not minded it much. He accepted it soon after waking- but the news of the death of his comrade shook him terribly. He thought the world more of how his comrades fared than his own wounding. A good, good man…” She looked darkly upon you. “His fallen friend was under your command at the time. I hope you intended to apologize.”

“…I did not put myself in any less harm than I asked of them.” you mulled, containing a flash of indignant fury.
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Yva coldly slit her eyes at you, but relented with a sigh. “…I apologize. That blame was not yours to shoulder, but he has taken it all upon himself. Mourning is healthy, but the dead should not linger overlong, especially if they harm the living…”

The door creaked open behind Yva, and her eyes widened.

“…Yva?” You heard Von Metzeler opening the door, “…Who is…ah.” Von Metzeler caught you in his sight, and straightened up, cleared his throat. He was in the plain long sleeved shirt and pants that were merely his uniform minus the tunic. “…Lieutenant. Have you come to collect me? I should return to my duties…”

“Rondo you should-“ Yva protested, but Von Metzeler cut her off.

“…I am a soldier, Yva, not a lost child. I must venture off again eventually…” He looked back to you again. “Gerovic has not laid you low yet, I see. If you have not retired, is there honor in me resting still..?”

>You would be glad to have him back at your side. Invite him along back to camp.
>Just checking to see that he wasn’t dead or catatonic. Recommend that he stay at least a while longer. Everything was in order back at camp.
>No no, if you were interrupting anything, you didn’t want to spoil the mood. He could come back when he was done here.
>Other?
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>>4137580
>>Just checking to see that he wasn’t dead or catatonic. Recommend that he stay at least a while longer. Everything was in order back at camp.
We should probably bring up the prospect of having him sent home. One-armed officers don't have much place on the front lines.
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>>4137580
>Just checking to see that he wasn’t dead or catatonic. Recommend that he stay at least a while longer. Everything was in order back at camp.
>Other: sit and talk with him for a while, tell him not to blame himself.
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>>4137580
>>Just checking to see that he wasn’t dead or catatonic. Recommend that he stay at least a while longer. Everything was in order back at camp.
Also tell him it looked like Krause wanted to talk to him.
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>>4137580
>Just checking to see that he wasn’t dead or catatonic. Recommend that he stay at least a while longer. Everything was in order back at camp.
Why is Yva such a bitch with us even if we’re helping her ?
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>>4137580
>Just checking to see that he wasn’t dead or catatonic. Recommend that he stay at least a while longer. Everything was in order back at camp.
>>4137752
Probably because anons decided to vote to be a dick to her multiple times in the beginning?
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>>4137844
>Probably because anons decided to vote to be a dick to her multiple times in the beginning?
Sasuga anons-sama. Was there even a reason for that ? Or it was another series of big brain decisions ?
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>>4137580
>>Just checking to see that he wasn’t dead or catatonic. Recommend that he stay at least a while longer. Everything was in order back at camp.
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>>4137874
Everyone hates wizards
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>>4137889
Why though ?
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>>4137894
Because hating is fun until it comes back to bite you
It's like you're not on 4chan,
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>>4137912
/qst/ made me underestimate how people can be dumb
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>>4137919
I meant to say I underestimated before coming here
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>>4137874
Because she wants us to join her side in the wizard world war and everytime we try and stick our dick in magical nonsense maybe someday if we get married it does bite us in the ass. Besides we don't even have Maddy here as our expert.

That and people forget she tried to mind control us the first time we met.
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>>4138205
>That and people forget she tried to mind control us the first time we met.
Ok, now it makes more sense. Did we ever fought against her, like physically ?
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>>4138219
I don't think so, she could kill us pretty easily.
She doesn't want to expose herself as a wizard though and since she wants touch to Rondo's saber.
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>>4138205
>she wants us to join her side in the wizard world war
Anon she literally warned us against doing that.
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>>4138205
What? As >>4138294 pointed out she doesn't want us to join. Her point was to stay out of wizard politics unless you want to be forced into taking a side.
And I have no idea where people got the mind control idea from.
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>>4138306
Richter suspected mind control due to his sketchy prior experiences with soulbinders and his incomplete information about what they can and can't do. Not an unreasonable in-character conclusion to come to really. Though I think it was mostly led by one player with a particularly outspoken hatred for wizards, who doesn't seem to have shown up recently as far as I can tell.
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>>4138324
Yeah I remember that guy. Which is also one of the annoying parts of quests. Who knows how many of the people who voted not to heal Hilda are still around considering the current consequences it has the people participating now.
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>>4138346
>Who knows how many of the people who voted not to heal Hilda are still around considering the current consequences it has the people participating now.
Damn, was there any downside to healing her or it was pure troll brain ?
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>>4138354
IIRC think people just forgot about it when it happened. Sounds stupid but it's not like people deliberately voted against doing so
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This is >>4138205

I remember she told us we'd be picking sides if we asked for her help, but I could've sworn she also was going to do what the Riverman proposed way back in the day as some sort of magical pact. I might be wrong on this, it's been a while

One thing I do remember though is that she was visibly confused when she first tried convincing us after picking her up from the battle with the NLF in the forest, and tried to get us to take her back to our camp and we told her we'd send her to the UGZ instead.
Didn't she use that against Kristoph and he brought her to us?
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>>4138394
Anons explicitly voted against it. I even asked them why, and they answered something like "its not a priority"
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>>4138454
So looking back at the decision
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2078336/
It was basically a 3 to 2 vote lol.
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>>4138346
Well, that's just how life goes. Just think about how many of your ancestors selfishly lived and reproduced and now you have to live with the consequences of being alive for your entire life.
>>4138454
Unless I'm wrong I thought we had a limited number of healing cards and some people wanted to save them for potential life threatening injuries and since Hilda was so scarred and ugly already anyway the effect of the healing spell would only have been a matter of degree.
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>>4138454
Anons voted overwhelmingly to have Maddy try and heal Hilda after we got them both back together in thread #41 for all the good it did, but we'll all conveniently ignore that in favour browbeating the current playerbase for #33 three years later.
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>>4138480
Time really flies huh. Crazy how it's been like 4 years since thread #1
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>>4137844
Just checking to see if you're alright. Want to talk?

I've got a full afternoon and evening coming soon so I'll try and get something out before that.

On the subject of Soulbinders, it does help to remind that Maddalyn's constant reminder concerning them is that one should never trust them, and to never make deals with them. You trust her word, don't you?

>>4138482
>4 years
I mean yes a good chunk was taken up by Luftpanzer but still.
I've thought about another spinoff but I don't think I'd want to slam it in the middle of Panzer Commander arcs- maybe alternating threads for its run time,idk.
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>>4138523
>Another spinoff
Neat. Where would it be set potentially?
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>>4138523
Bert Quest soon
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“…I was simply checking to see that you were well,” you waved Von Metzeler off, “There is no need for you to return to the front yet…” Though you debated if he should return at all. Yes, one armed officers had recovered and remained present in service in the past, but not often in frontline combat positions. Von Metzeler was the firstborn son of a family of means, albeit illegitimate ones, so retiring due to wounds should have been no controversy. It did mean sending home one of your few commanders, though, and you wondered if Von Metzeler would even accept being sent back- though he had subordinated himself, you were of equivalent rank, and were apparently both “operatives-“ you had no official position of command over him. “…Would you like to sit and talk some-“
“What about.” Yva interposed herself between you and your officer again, “I will not have you speaking of a matter that-“

Von Metzeler reached out and put a hand on the sorceress’s shoulder, and she froze mid statement. “…Yva. Thank you. But I am not so far gone that I cannot make my own decisions, for good or ill…”

“I simply ask,” Yva said harshly, “that he be considerate. That is all.”

“…The Lieutenant will do his best…” Von Metzeler held the door wide. “…Both of you, come in, before all the heat from the oven flies out the door…” You followed after Yva, and tried not to stare at how Von Metzeler’s left sleeve dangled, limp and empty. “…Would you mind making tea, Yva..?”

Yva wordlessly went to the oven with the teapot as you and Von Metzeler sat across from one another.

“…Your arm, is it…” you gestured to Von Metzeler’s empty sleeve.

“…Ah. Yes. I was distraught at first, but…I could have lost an eye, a leg…it was not my good arm either. I am also not dead. Putting matters into perspective helps coping quite a bit…” He reached with his left, then realized he couldn’t, before putting his right hand into a pocket and pulling out what seemed to be photographs. “…Though I hope it does not disturb my fiancée…”

“…You have a fiancée now?” You blinked, “For how long?”

“…I only made the decision a few days ago.” Von Metzeler picked out a photograph and showed you- it was of a dark, curled haired young woman with an unhappy look and posture. “My family sent for me to make a decision upon a spouse, or have it made for me…Klaudia Von Schneeberg. We have never met…I think…but she seemed the proper choice…”

“…You were given choices? So the other photographs are…”

“…They are. The other selections I was allowed...”

“…May I see..?”

Von Metzeler handed you the photographs, and you went through them, seeing at the end…
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“…Why is there a picture of Maddalyn..?” You coughed out, “She is already accounted for…”

“…That is not Maddalyn Von Blum, but her sister, Mathilda. I made the same mistake at first. I knew they were alike, but not identical…”

You shook your head. “…No. They are not identical. Mathilda has a mole near her lip…Maddalyn has one near her eye. Right there, exactly…”

“…Maddalyn also wears an eye patch now, does she not..?”

“…She could remove it, for this sort of photograph." It was not as if there was a gorey void beyond it, after all. "Or perhaps it is old…” The lady in the picture did have a rather dour expression, but Maddalyn was not incapable of such. She had worn such a frown and severe tilt to her eyebrows the first moment you had met. The photographed girl’s hair was loose, as well, and in such a state the two sisters might very well have had identical locks.

Von Metzeler did not attempt to debate. “…My family’s man was certain it was Mathilda, but I have never seen her, and perhaps, neither has he…It may be an innocent mistake…” He leaned backwards, and held his hand out. “…If I may have Lady Von Schneeberg back…you may keep Von Blum, if you wish…”

>Keep the photograph. You certainly needed a picture of Maddalyn sometimes…
>If there was doubt, then you would rather not have the burden of suspect. You didn’t need the picture…though you were *sure* that that was not Mathilda…
>Other?
Also
>Remain on track for talking of the lost crew and going home?
>Speak of gladder things. Ask about his fiancée, his choices.
>Other?
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>>4138676
>>Keep the photograph. You certainly needed a picture of Maddalyn sometimes…
Also maybe worth investigating in the future...
>Speak of gladder things. Ask about his fiancée, his choices.
Indulge a bit in the lighter stuff first
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>>4138528
>Where would it be set potentially?

I've been fleshing out a few places in between things, so it'd be prudent to use that work for something visible. As such, I've considered Vitelia (interest was shown in it and I thought in return I would give more about the politics and history of the region) or far, far off Zhantao. The latter would basically be completely removed from much of the established setting, though, so I doubt I would set something there directly, not anytime soon at least. More of a general globe building deal.

The Vitelian idea would likely be focused on the Revolutionary Utopianist perspective, for a breath from the reactionaries, but the regional conflict there has about six major players not even counting subfactions in each (though they are not all piled in on the same fight), so one wouldn't be spoiled for choice on perspective, if such were given.

There's also plans for an Emrean Liberation one, which would be more than twenty years before the current date, but that will have to wait until it is practical for the interested party in that has time set aside for it)
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>>4138676
>Keep the photograph. You certainly needed a picture of Maddalyn sometimes…
How much do you bet that we’ll have the soap opera twin trope ? provided we survive Bertram
>Speak of gladder things. Ask about his fiancée, his choices.
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>>4138698
Yeah somewhere in the west again sounds interesting to balance out what's been happening in Sosalia. I guess the Caelussian continent could be another option as well?
World map when?
For Utopanism since we've seen it with some organisations like the Revolutionary League and the RAGV in Luftpanzer is it just communism with an in-universe label or are there any differences?
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>>4138676
>>Keep the photograph. You certainly needed a picture of Maddalyn sometimes…
>>Speak of gladder things. Ask about his fiancée, his choices.
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>>4138729
>World Map When
Uhhhhh
>I guess the Caelussian continent could be another option as well?
I wanted to keep away from Caelussia to be honest. At least, being directly within it.
>For Utopanism since we've seen it with some organisations like the Revolutionary League and the RAGV in Luftpanzer is it just communism with an in-universe label or are there any differences?
I dislike making direct equivalencies; it feels lazy when something is simply inserted into a setting without its own origins, and it leads to the expectation that things that are as they were in the real world, are as such in this setting too- basing expectations upon our world instead of the context of the setting. Historical parallels are inevitable (and hardly to be discouraged elsewhere- history is a fascinating tale) but the important part is the expectation set up. ie- "The Reich is called the Reich; therefore, they must be Nazis and therefore there must be Not-Hitler!" is an example of exactly the sort of conclusions I want to avoid. That and an ideology like communism isn't something I'm studied enough in to make a good approximation of with in setting justification anyways. I wouldn't want to just settle with skimming Marx.

That said, Communism is something that is definitely a utopian theory- for better or worse, without getting into politically divisive talk. That the ur-utopianist in setting is called Engels is somewhat an accident.

Utopianism in Panzer Commander was gone over somewhat in Luftpanzer, but the gist of it is rooted in the theory of the inevitability of the evolution of "The Class," which is written by the theorist Anton Ange to be the singular end state of society- a world with no nobles, no peasants, but simply people. The institutions that would one way or another die off are that of the nobility and the church- though Ange lived in an Emre dominated by the Grossreich, who usurped the Cathedra in power and influence in Emre anyways, so such was more to generalize through the world. Most Utopianist theory that spiraled off in Vinstraga (this continent) however is more focused upon the dismantling of the Reich and the influence Alexander and his ilk had upon the land- and their direct perceived intervention against the evolution of The Class.

One might notice that the common label by their enemies has been "Anarchists." This is not necessarily a reflection of what Utopians want, but that of how the desire to topple present power structures and replace them with their preferred mode of evolution. Republicans, for example, could be viewed by some hardliners as Anarchists, in the right context.

Of course Utopianism has many offshoots and branches, and the Revolutionary Front indeed has a socialist bent to it- the differences would be something important to go over if one were to play a story from the perspective of a Revolutionary Utopianist.
Vitelian Utopianism has elements of futurism for example.
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>>4138773
Sounds great. Also as you said [and what we've seen in Luftpanzer] there should be plenty of different ideological perspectives for anons to choose from out west.
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>elements of futurism
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>>4138676
>>Keep the photograph. You certainly needed a picture of Maddalyn sometimes…
Ahh the wife and her totally normal younger twin sister, that's something I haven't though about in a while.
Also
>Speak of gladder things. Ask about his fiancée, his choices.
I mean we just kinda came here to check up on him maybe see if his wound "wasn't as deep as it seemed".
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>>4138676
>Keep the photograph. You certainly needed a picture of Maddalyn sometimes…
>Speak of gladder things. Ask about his fiancée, his choices.
>Other: don't speak of the dead crewman directly, but use the topic of Maddy to steer the conversation into the "sometimes you can do everything right, and shit still happens" direction. We can't have best boy blaming himself for this.
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Weekend raids done.

>>4138684
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>>4138733
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>>4139468
Give me that reference photo. To do things with. At discretion.
Painting a portrait, what did you think it was?
And other stuff. Inclining towards lightening the mood so Yva doesn't twist your arms off.

Writing.
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The mystery around the photo was irrelevant. When you looked at it, you saw Maddy. Your fiancée. Her fretting and fidgeting, her sharp retorts in the face of an unwelcome poke, her uneasy smile, everything that was a part of the person beyond the still portrait the picture had made of her. Inadequate as it felt, it was all you had, and beggars could not be choosy with their pickings. The photo of your fiancée was taken, and the others were handed back to Von Metzeler.

“…I appreciate it,” you said as you slipped the newly acquired picture into your breast pocket (well, Edelschwert’s breast pocket. You’d need to get this coat back to him at some point), “You’ve seen Maddalyn, been around her…I suppose you are not planning upon taking Von Schneeberg upon a reenactment of what I have put my fiancée through, are you..?”

“…Perish the thought. Look at the demeanor in the photographs…I heard that your fiancée’s mood can turn towards the fiercer…yet look at this women. This is a mere photograph,”Von Metzeler turned the picture to you, again, “…I know naught about her, but I can tell that she is the sort to be easily frightened, pressured…I suppose that I feel pity for her…I have no choice in any case, but she seemed to be the most in need…if you understand…”

“…There is no other reason..?”

“…All of the others presented to me appeared perfectly capable of minding for themselves…”

“…Who are the others?” You asked, “Besides those we spoke of.”

“…Respectively,” Von Metzeler laid the photos on the table between you, “Van Zwarteklif, and Von Stropfe…”

“…Von Stropfe…” you recalled that name, “She is related to the Archduke’s Minister of Defense..?”

“…Her uncle. Van Zwarteklif’s family has links to the south, in the Zeelands…my family is largely concerned with profitable ventures, it appears…”

“…What is Von Schneeberg’s profitable venture, then..?” You already knew the Von Blum’s profitable ventures. A territorial lord’s family often had many.

“…Farmlands, in the Altossian territories…” Von Metzeler retrieved the pictures again, “I know nothing of farming. The land is leased out to smaller tenants, and a cut of their profit taken as rent, and the house lives comfortable…though Klaudia is evidently the only child, at least of the main branch…”
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Von Metzeler sighed, and looked over at Yva, who was now satisfied with the temperature of the water, from the look of her work. “…Fate mocks us in curious ways. I remember naught but the academy, and afterwards, to now. I will meet a spouse to be whom I know barely a fact about, and after, I will return to a home and family that are all strangers, while all I know remains far…If I am sent back, unable to tend to the duties required of me…It is not my choice, in any case. The Major has not pulled you from here. I must presume that business elsewhere prevents suitable replacements from being sourced…or there is no time to justify such…”

You leaned forward and said quietly to Von Metzeler, “…I met with the Major, and she said to expect to be leaving in two weeks, about…I suppose you will speak with her and fine out the whole matter, but for now…that is the timetable…”

Von Metzeler looked towards Yva, pouring tea and facing away, and nodded back before lapsing back into plain talk. “…I wonder if I should be so apprehensive about returning home. Most wish for naught else, and I cannot recall any relations with my family good or ill…”

“…I would like to go back and see Maddalyn, but I…do not think she feels the same way about her family…Yet we’ve seen what came about when I took her with me to Salzbrucke…and beyond…” you didn’t want to bring up the issue of Von Metzeler’s fallen friend, not now, not against Yva’s wishes, despite her abrasiveness, but you did at least want to hint that he was not to blame for misfortune turning upon his allies. “…I thought I did everything right, yet she was still terrorized, mauled, yet…it was not by my hand. I take pride, at least, in doing my utmost…”

Yva returned, and put a tray of three steaming wooden cups in the center of the table. “You are speaking of your significant others?” She asked, much more upbeat than before. “Yours, Von Tracht, was it? What is your fiancée like?”

A sudden, freezing hesitation. Telling too much about Maddalyn would put her in terrible danger- you glanced at Von Metzeler, then made a short introduction in absentia, “…She is a reclusive sort…small and cute, and…as much as I could ask for…”

Yva seemed to sense that you were keeping mum, but thankfully it appeared to be interpreted as discomfort rather than an attempt to conceal anything. She sat between you and Von Metzeler. “Does she know Anya?”

Maddalyn absolutely despised Anya, but that wasn’t a good way to answer this. “…They do not know each other well…”
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Yva frowned, and pulled a cup to herself. “This tea is a pleasant sort, so drink, both of you. Do you know who lived in this cottage last? They left behind very good tea from the east, but…it was unopened. Did they drink tea?”

“…They did not, as far as I know…” Hilda was the last person to live here. You couldn’t actually imagine her drinking tea; she seemed too rough and rural. You pulled a cup to yourself, and sipped, unwisely. There wasn’t any sugar set out…you would have to endure the raw smokiness of this Netillian brand.

“You will introduce them to each other, will you not?” Yva asked Von Metzeler, “Your fiancées, that is.”

“…Perhaps after I properly meet mine…” Von Metzeler mumbled.

You couldn’t help but be confused. Were Von Metzeler and Yva not fond of one another? In the way that…well, you supposed this was for the better, anyways. You hardly needed a soulbinder as a constant potential companion anyways. “…As pleasant as the hospitality is…” you stood up, “…I have appointments I must keep…I will leave you alone, now…”

“Oh.” Yva gave a small puzzled frown, but no protest as you brushed yourself off.

“…A moment, Richter…” Von Metzeler requested quickly, “…Should a question occur of my capabilities for service…you will enter a good word upon my behalf, will you not..?”

>Of course you would. So long as he felt he could do what was asked of him.
>You’d rather he return to Strossvald if he was doubted. He did have a fiancée to think about, did he not?
>Other?
Also-
>Pick up Anya to arrange a meeting with Wladysaw. She was the one in his favor, after all- you doubted you could press him for any favors to meet with the Eastern Resistance without her.
>Go to Wladysaw yourself- you knew each other well enough, didn’t you? Anya was busy now, and her…*charm* wasn’t necessary for what you’d be visiting for.
>Ix any middlemen between yourself and new allies. You didn’t have time nor patience for the politics; you’d formulate a plan to make contact with the Eastern Resistance yourself.
>Other?
Also, if you have anything you want to do before or after, concerns to address, write those in.
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>>4141138
>Of course you would. So long as he was really, really sure he wanted to stay in service. Not had to, wanted.
>It's understandable that he might be apprehensive to return to a life he doesn't remember and people who seem to only value him as a bargaining chip, but staying in service can't be the only alternative.

>Pick up Anya to arrange a meeting with Wladysaw. Frame Operation Remove Gerovic as her idea.
>"Misplace" the captured Twaryian equipment
>Combine the remains of the 1st and 3rd platoons into one
This way when we request reinforcements we can request more Ellowians.
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>>4141160
Supporting this. Ride or die.

>>4138698
Would it necessarily be tanks? Don't get me wrong, I love tanks, but the air force stuff you touched on in luftpanzer was cool. It might be sick to do an air combat (Jagdstaffel Commander?) story.
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>>4141160
+1
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>>4141160
Supporting this except for
>Combine the remains of the 1st and 3rd platoons into one
We're supposed to have a 3:2 ratio of Netillians to Ellowians in the company. Permanently merging 1st and 3rd would breach that with the new Ellowian platoon coming.
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>>4141256
Also for the Twaryian equipment we should wait until we make contact with the ERA first to facilitate the necessary arrangements
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>>4141256
The uprising is in two weeks. We don't need more Netilians we'll have to fight. Call it a temporary measure.
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>>4141270
It's not whether it's a temporary measure or not it's whether the Netillians would even allow it in the first place
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>>4141160
This works, if we hold off on meeting though we can justify then slowly filtering back as opposed to command assigning us another Netillian replacement platoon

>Other
Ask that he should talk to Krause when he gets a chance, he seemed very worried about him.
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>>4141583
Think what would be better is keep them separate on paper but basically use them as a combined platoon since they're both half strength anyway. We can always limit replenishment as well
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>>4141160
>>4141228
>>4141235
>>4141583
Only if you want to, you don't have to. Also Krause wants to speak with you.
Then pick up your taller, bustier, more muscular runt and visit the King.

>>4141256
As above, but don't gattai. And keep a hold on stocks.

The precise nature of tragically misplacing two companies' worth of infantry equipment will be handled soon, as well as the details of managing the Netillian platoons. It is quite possible to simply use them combined in order to have a practical blank space occupying the paperwork- and it is possible to do yet more, but in that case fudging the papers had best be convincing, else the Kommissariat will come knocking.

>>4141228
>Would it necessarily be tanks? Don't get me wrong, I love tanks, but the air force stuff you touched on in luftpanzer was cool. It might be sick to do an air combat (Jagdstaffel Commander?) story.

Not necessarily tanks, no, though the problem then becomes just what to hell to call the gestalt setting and stories instead of just X Commander or whatever, or if the character isn't even in a position of command. The Emrean Liberation War thing is planned to be planes, though. When it gets off the ground. Hur hur.Inb4 it can just be called Panzer Commander because there's no tanks anyways.
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>>4142147
>Not necessarily tanks, no, though the problem then becomes just what to hell to call the gestalt setting and stories instead of just X Commander or whatever, or if the character isn't even in a position of command.
Kinda depends who we play as then.
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You gave Von Metzeler a long look- tried to see through the stoic expression, to what his words said. “…Of course I will…” you gave the request little consideration towards the negative- on a single condition. “…As long as you are sure you want to stay…not out of obligation, but because you want to. Just remember that…there are alternatives to staying here, to not go home to strangers…” Everything you’d heard from Von Metzeler or others had indicated that he hated his family- you doubted that would suddenly invert in a fresh chance to be reintroduced.

“…Thank you, Von Tracht,” Von Metzeler settled into his chair, “I will remain here, and when I join you once more, I will be certain…”

“…Oh, Krause was concerned about you as well,” you said as a last note, “I will send him along, unless there is any objection…”

“…Not at all. I would be glad for his company…”

A final nod to Von Metzeler, a glace to Yva, and you were out the door again.

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There was much to handle, after you’d reported back to Krause and also sent him along to catch up with his friend. Removing yourself from the chain of command again let you focus on your objectives much better- and what you needed to do was get in touch with the Eastern Resistance Army, and catch Gerovic- dead or alive. The safest way of doing that was to meet with their rumored supporter, the High Protector King Wladysaw XI Von Katski.

However, the High Protector was all but a puppet of Netilland politically, and was more cunning than he liked to let on with his fondness for lavish festivities. You may have met, but you were hardly close enough to pry into his secrets, let alone ask a favor- so you would have to take Anya along and place the intent to take out Gerovic on her shoulders, instead. Anya had saved the High Protector’s life from assassination- and the man was certainly appreciative of it. It was still a gamble, but getting into talks with the ERA through a mutual acquaintance was far preferable to wandering over and trying to sniff them out whilst in hostile territory, with a bounty on your head.

When your retinue was sought out, you found her speaking with an unfamiliar officer- wearing the uniform of Ellowian soldiers in the Netillian Army. Average height, less average looks- of the unfortunate bent, but an enthusiastic enough expression as Anya pointed to you, and he saluted with a loose arm.

“Coordinator. Lieutenant Rybak, and eighty one fighting men, fresh from basic and ready for action.”

“…Yes.” You saluted back, looking to Anya, whose expression told she wasn’t interested in conversing with the new officer long.

“They just got here. I’m having them pack their shit into 3rd platoon’s camp while 3rd shacks up with 1st. If they can’t build their own camp in a day.”
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Rybak looked apprehensive. “Well, if that is what the Coordinator would want us to do.”

“…Sergeant Nowicki has my authority to give and carry out orders…” you sighed, “Her word is as mine. If she has told you to prepare a camp, prepare a camp, on the double.”

“Of course, sir,” Rybak saluted, and started to walk off, before remembering, “Er, where at..?”

“To the northwest,” Anya said for you, “Between the other camps. Move it, toad face.”

“T-toad?I-“

“Move it already!” Anya barked, scaring off the new officer, despite him being a head and some taller than her. “They’re green as goddamn grass, of course. I hope they can shape up quick. Same with the guys at the UGZ, really.”

It was true that, if one wanted to tempt your own Ellowians into joining the coming uprising, they would preferably be good fighters to maximize any contribution. There was precious little time to cut their teeth, though, and the most effective teacher, experience, meant risking their valuable numbers. Perhaps you could at least drill and exercise them, but was the environment safe enough? Perhaps it would be once Gerovic was dealt with and less sanguine heads were in charge of local decisions.

“…I know I just asked you to take over administration…” you led off, and Anya was already narrowing her eyes at that, “But would you like to accompany me to Perlowieza once more? I’d like an audience with the High Protector and…he is more fond of you, I think, so if you were to ask him this, concerning the problem of Gerovic…”

“You want to meet some friends of his.” Anya finished for you, and you nodded. “Fine, then. But y’know he’s gonna want something in return? Hope you’ve thought about what you can offer. Especially whether or not he’s got a place to crash in a few weeks.”

What Anya implied was a terrific, and terrifying gamble. The High Protector was a puppet for practical purposes, but he was also the commander of gendarmes, and an official in his own right over occupied Ellowian territory, and granted great privilege for his cooperation and the use of his face and person as public relations. His theoretical connection with the Eastern Resistance Army on top of that could mean he could make a powerful ally indeed, but his status with the Netillians meant he could just as well be a dire enemy. If he felt more confident with the Netillians in control, he would be the most hideously dangerous person to allow to know about Alpha Two.

Yet what could you give him? Anya could easily get your foot in the door, but afterwards? You would have to think on it.

“We’ve got a train ride to wonder. Don’t go feeling around inside your head yet, someone might look in and see how empty it is.”
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“…Yes, thank you." You muttered in response to the jab, "On the subject of the Netillian platoons, though…we ought to decide what we’ll do. Combining them means we can write one off and request a replacement platoon…”

“…and have more Netillians around. Depends on if you think you can deal with Gerovic with what we got now.”

“…A good point. Speaking of, I was given a photograph of him…” you dug out the picture, taken with you from the information package, and not shown yet. “…This is Gerovic…”

Anya snapped the picture from your hand, looked at it and…became incredibly furious. “What the fuck.”

“He is rather-“

“Shut up. No, what the fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Anya cursed loudly and her teeth grit together, eyes wild with anger, “I had this mother fucker! We had him! He just wandered the fuck over one day, and we thought he was nobody, he spoke our language, had papers and shit. We tossed him in the UGZ, but he must’ve…fuck, FUUUUUCCCKKK!!!” Anya crumpled up the photo and threw it on the ground, and you grabbed her arm as it flew to her pistol at her side. “Son of a fucking bitch, we had him…” You held on to her wrist as she breathed hard, and then went limp. “I’m fine. I’m fucking fine. God damn it.”

“…We’ll get him again…” you looked around warily as befuddled glares came from multiple directions at the fit Anya had just thrown, picking up the balled up photo.

“Yeah. Yeah.” Anya took a deep breath. “Fuck that pisses me off. He was a smarmy cunt, too. I could have just blown his brains out and…fuck me, I…psh.” She looked around, “The fuck are they all looking at. Anyways, we’ve got crates full of gear that we need to do something with. We can take a train to King Weasel once we tie all that up.”

>Take care of several things here:
Netillian Platoons
>Keep them as they are, separate. You didn’t want any more Netillian soldiers than what might constitute your required allotment of platoons.
>Combine 1st and 3rd into one and request a replacement platoon.
>Other?
Captured Infantry Equipment (You have ten sets worth, equipping ten squads potentially)
>”Lose” the equipment so that it ends up in the NLF’s hands. You needed to keep them firmly on your side.
>Save the equipment to donate to the ERA. You’d need to be fast friends with them.
>Hold on to the equipment. Maybe you’d use it to arm some people yourself…
>Other?
In Addition-
>Take anybody besides Anya with you?
>Do anything on the way or at the city? Discuss anything in particular?
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>>4142447
>Keep them as they are, separate. You didn’t want any more Netillian soldiers than what might constitute your required allotment of platoons.
>Save the equipment to donate to the ERA. You’d need to be fast friends with them.

>Take anybody besides Anya with you?
Don't think we need to
>Do anything on the way or at the city? Discuss anything in particular?
I'll let another anons expand on this
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>>4142468
+1
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>>4142447
Also how much [non] replenishment can we get away with? If we totally don't reinforce 1st and 3rd until we leave is someone at HQ going to notice?
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>>4142489
Replenishment is entirely up to the will of the commanders- running around even at one third strength might raise an eyebrow, but not be questioned in this environment, but if duties are failed because of a lack of manpower notice will definitely be taken.
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>>4142447
>>Keep them as they are, separate. You didn’t want any more Netillian soldiers than what might constitute your required allotment of platoons.
>>Save the equipment to donate to the ERA. You’d need to be fast friends with them.
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>>4142468
Supporting
>>4142497
We might need to top up the Netillians depending how fast we can deal with Gerovic then.
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>>4142447
Supporting >>4142468
>Do anything on the way or at the city? Discuss anything in particular?
Does Anya think Gerovic knows our face? This may compromise us if we personaly take part in the operation.
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>>4142468
Supporting this and >>4142523
Also, now may not be the most appropriate time to ask, but I'm curious as to what Anya's plans are after this assignment. Assuming we can't take her with us into the Silver Lances (or we decide to retire.) Will she go back to the Hogs?
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After a hundred thousand seconds I return.

>>4142468
>>4142480
>>4142516
>>4142521
>>4142523
>>4144230
Invest in friends that don't work with filthy Revolutionaries, and keep the platoons as they are.
As well as concerns about Gerovic and where she might be going.

Writing.
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“…The crates can stay on hold for now, potentially as a gift. As for the platoons…keep them as they are. We’ll do with what we have…”
“Golly, orders to do nothing. I can’t say I don’t like that.”

“…Well, you’ve got to come along with me…”

Anya squinted at you. “Paperwork or going on a trip? I don’t like the Weasel King much but it’s not like seeing people you don’t like is torture or whatever.”
That was hard to argue with. “Well. Let us be going sooner rather than later then.”

A few motor couriers were still around from errands involving the arrival of the newly christened 6th Platoon- Anya suggested that you appropriate a motorcycle or two to get to Kamienisty, and you didn’t think it was a joke at first, until Anya reminded you that she couldn’t drive a motorcycle with one arm. Considering that the normal way she drove was erratic and dangerous already, you shuddered to think what that would be like impaired. It wasn’t that she could even be said to be bad at driving; she just had no patience for things like caution or not being airborne.

As you were driven along to Kamienisty by a grumbling courier and escorts, you spoke with Anya abut Gerovic.

“…You’ve seen him before, and now that we know what he looks like…”

“He wasn’t even hot. On top of all the other shit.”

If Anya would have been tempted to hit on your enemy without them being present you wouldn’t have known how to feel. “…Do you think he knows my face..?”

“He didn’t get to see you personally. Who knows.” Anya was dismissive, like you’d asked something pointless. “Depends on if the Twaryians got a pic of you when they put a bounty on your head. Not like they’ve been sharing their most wanted sheets over here. Maybe they just have a general description.”

“…When the first group of Iron Hogs got ambushed on the way over, the Twaryians that did it seemed to think I was recognizable enough…” Such was proof enough that, even with a mutilation like that your eye had undergone, you must have been still been identifiable.

“Then until you’re sure, change up your look. Maybe it’s the duds.” She swept her hand over your jacket that she was wearing, “You’ll have to anyways. Eventually you’ve gotta stop dressing like a Netillian officer.”

Though she didn’t say it, it was true enough that going into Twaryian territory dressed as a Netillian military serviceman would be profoundly stupid. The conclusion of whether Gerovic knew what you looked like was a “probably,” but to be fair, in the way both of you must have expected to combat one another, your faces wouldn’t exactly be on display. Had he been present the day of the raid? Where had he commanded from, you wondered. The T-15, perhaps? Or was that a ruse?
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From Kamienisty, you both got tickets for a ride to Perlowieza on the next train out. A passenger one- though for most normal enlisted, a “passenger” train was little different from a normal boxcar with perhaps windows and ventilation, perhaps some benches. The luxury of seating booths was afforded to people of status, a station you and Anya currently inhabited well enough.

The train whistled, and began to move- there were a fair few other people in the carriage, but for the most part, the passenger section was relatively sparsely populated. Not much was shipped from Kamienisty, after all, other than perhaps wounded. The train would likely be picking up cargo rather than passengers when it arrived at its destination.

“…So are you planning on coming with us after this..?” You asked Anya, sitting across from you and leaning on the window’s edge.

She blinked at you, and smirked devilishly. “What, now that you can’t stare at my belly button, you’re gonna boot me off?”

“…” you fumed, and flushed with a grit of your teeth, “Of course not. I’m just wondering what your plans are. Or if something happens where you cannot come with us,” Though that was doubtful. At least a singular Retinue was a noble’s right, no matter how lowly. The Archduke himself could not deny you Anya if he wanted to. “Or if I decide to…stop fighting, will you still be around?”

Anya put her head back against the window and thought. “Eh. If you can take care of yourself, and there’s no chance of you getting shot or whatever, I’d probably head off. I ain’t much good anywhere but a fight.”

“…You can do sums, papers, secretarial work…” you offered, but Anya rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, that sounds like something I really want to do.” Anya said with the tone of somebody who had been advised to lick slugs. “No, it’s more like…I dunno, maybe I just have to try it out, but I don’t think I could live a life without a fight to it. A struggle to survive. Some people think I’m nuts and, well, maybe. I guess I’d just go where I could and see who’s paying to have somebody shot. What about you? You’ve only been in this for, what, a few months? Tired of it already?”
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“…No," You weren't that fragile. "But I’d appreciate some time without…all of what has been happening. Something normal. I simply don’t expect you to stay around all the time…and won’t require you to, if you want to go…”

Anya gave you an annoyed glance. “Hey, c’mon, what did I ask the first time I came along with you after Todesfelsen, back in Wossehnalia? Y’want me to come along? I’ll go. Give yourself more credit. Fun things happen around you and you’re not hard to look at. You’ll have to start bein’ way more stupid if you want to piss me off enough that I leave. Though if you don’t mind me goin’ off somewhere else and comin’ back later…well, there’s just a chance I might not be able to come back from that, yeah?”

“…Hm…”

“And I’d be really fucking pissed if I fucked off and came back to find out you’d gotten yourself killed while I was gone.”

“…Well, that shouldn’t happen…” you said with more hope than certainty, “I had thought maybe you would want to go back to the Iron Hogs…”

“Nah.” Anya said curtly and immediately, “I’m done with them. Cockroach tells me I’d be welcome and I know it, but I don’t want to go back. To have some phony ass reunion when the person I care most about is gone and who knows who else is either still gone or dead. I left that life behind and I’ve never been sorry for it, I don’t intend to start regretting it now. So that’s the answer, I guess. You ain’t getting rid of me that easy, especially when you busted up your brain. Clear?”

>As crystal. Suppose it’s time for more “fun,” as it was being referred to.
>Doesn’t she have enough scars? If she has the right to demand to mind after your health, don’t you have the same? If you were going on leave, so would she.
>Demand your jacket back.
>Other?
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>>4145237
>>As crystal. Suppose it’s time for more “fun,” as it was being referred to.
>>Demand your jacket back.
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>>4145237
>As crystal. Suppose it’s time for more “fun,” as it was being referred to.
>Demand your jacket back.
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>>4145237
>As crystal. Suppose it’s time for more “fun,” as it was being referred to.
>Demand your jacket back.
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>>4145237
>>As crystal. Suppose it’s time for more “fun,” as it was being referred to.
>Demand your jacket back.
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>>4145237
>As crystal. Suppose it’s time for more “fun,” as it was being referred to.
>Demand your jacket back.
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>>4145250
>>4145299
>>4145333
>>4145443
>>4145444
Yeah yeah I got it. Now give me my jacket back.

Writing.
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“…Clear as crystal…” you said, satisfied with that concern, at least. “Speaking of changing clothes, give me my jacket back. You’ve had it for several days now…”

“I like this jacket.” Anya said plainly, leaning back away from the window and crossing one leg over the other.

“…It’s mine…” you stated again, fruitlessly. “Give it back…”

Anya let a small smile slip on, though it wasn’t a nice one. “Make me.”

“…Anya, please-“

“I’ll fight you for it.”

“…Don’t be ridiculous. There are other people on the train-“

“So?” Anya kept cutting you off, “They could use a distraction from whatever boring stuff is in the newspaper.”

>What recalcitrant impishness. Of course you weren’t going to fight her for your jacket. She could keep it for now.
>She asked for it. Even if you were as good at a close up one on one fight as a blind man, you’d at least take the first move by surprise. (What is the first move?)
>Fine. You’d make her. Just not by fighting. (How?)
>Other?
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>>4145473
>What recalcitrant impishness. Of course you weren’t going to fight her for your jacket. She could keep it for now.
Don’t be surprised if your panties count suddenly declines
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>>4145473
>>What recalcitrant impishness. Of course you weren’t going to fight her for your jacket. She could keep it for now.
Trip her when we get off the train
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>>4145473
>Of course you weren’t going to fight her right before a meeting. Maybe later.

Guys, I'm worried about Emma. Time goes on and we attempt nothing to find her. Though I don't know what we could attempt.
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>>4145473
>Of course you weren’t going to fight her right before a meeting. Maybe later.
We need to start testing ourselves and get back on the battle wagon anyway.
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>>4145535
Supporting
And while I agree it's be nice to find Emma I don't think we have any ability to do so besides searching for her physically
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>>4145535
>Emma
Who’s that again ?
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>>4145967
Our underaged floating flaming reconnaissance asset
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>>4145973
It’s a Phoenix ?
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I'll be writing once I get back from picking someone up.

>>4145481
A fair trade for underwear. Wait what.

>>4145482
Ungentlemanly warfare.

>>4145535
>>4145659
>>4145961
Please be patient.

>>4145967
>Who’s that again?

Emma was a young lady, about thirteen or fourteen years old, who was killed as a result of an Archduchy bombing raid on the city of Salzbrucke approximately four to five years ago. Her specter lingers in the world as an Ember, a will-o-wisp like ethereal entity invisible to all but those who have the attuned senses to see such things. They feed upon presence, which is an energy that emanates from all life (as far as you've been told). Maddalyn has told you that the true nature of Embers is that of Mimics, presence apparitions that mimic a person's soul, rather than the actual article like most would imagine a ghost to be. Embers are also said to transform into dangerous creatures called Blazes if they feed too much upon vital energies.

Richter isn't well versed in this sort of thing, so what he concretely knows is very little.
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“…Of course I’m not going to fight you right before a meeting,” you crossed your arms and tucked your chin in.
“Bo-ring.”

“…Maybe later.” You bargained, unnecessarily. Other ideas for waging the war to retrieve your clothing flashed in the mind, but they were discarded for fear of disproportionate retribution in a direction you didn’t want to tempt. “The High Protector shouldn’t see you with bruises…”

Anya blew a raspberry at that implication. “Pbbtthh, as if you’d manage to get one in.”

You rolled your eyes. “…Still, later…” Wishing to get Anya’s mind off of picking a tussle on a train, you asked something else, just in case. “…Say, you haven’t heard of anything strange lately, things that are…unnatural..?”

Anya snorted. “You tryin’ to scare me with ghost stories? Try harder.” She stared at you, and you stared back, until she understood you were serious. “The usual, from new guys, usually. The guys who used to do it shut up about it after a week or so, I think, but it’s always the same thing. Fairies at night, dragons in the air, weird floating upper halves in the woods, or whatever.”

“…Any of them hear voices? Things that talk..?”

“Never.” No Embers, then? “The tall tales never have any of ‘em holding a conversation. Probably just imaginin’ it.” If only. “Your gunner, the blondie, he’s into that shit, isn’t he? Maybe you should ask him. Hell, you haven’t actually gotten back to them since that battle, haven’t you?”

“…Well, not on purpose…”

‘Yeah, yeah, I getcha. That gunner’d really like to talk about it, is all. He tries and chats me up with weird shit and it feels like he’s speaking Emrean or some shit.”
Stein’s familiarity with the occult was little more than the same fairy tales that Anya had dismissed off hand, but it wasn’t as if you minded talking to him anyways. Perhaps he’d heard greater details of local happenings, though- given that he’d pay more attention to them.

“So, tell me what you do runnin’ round the woods with the northmen, eh?” Anya leaned back and shifted side to side, making herself comfortable. “You runnin’ around lookin’ for ghosts?”

“…Well…”

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Perlowieza was a gorgeous city in the winter, the streets diligently swept so that the snow was a mere decoration, and the red jacketed Gendarmes marching in the streets (more for show than anything) gave the place an odd Langenachtfest feel to it, when the actual holiday had lacked for the proper seasonal precipitate. Arranging a meeting was even easier than before, despite coming unannounced- though you were informed of a requirement to wait. The High Protector had apparently been at a gathering last night, and had only recently woken up- though you arrived at near ten thirty in the morning.

You were received at a tea room at eleven fifteen, the High Protector Wladysaw Von Katski already speaking with another man that you didn’t recognize, in a foreign, blue and grey uniform. The place had a distinctive far western appearance to it- like the Zhantaoan bar in the city itself, but with richer décor. The High Protector himself was smartly dressed as ever, a three piece suit in bright greens with soft mint colored trim and vest.

“Ah, Lady Nowicki, and the good Coordinator!” he opened his arms gregariously as a servant let you in, teacup hanging off a finger as his guest turned to see who had come in. “General Kylborg, these are a pair of acquaintances, whom I told you of meeting at the Langenachtfest social. Oh, where are my manners? This is General Otto Kylborg, a commander in the army of Vynmark, a good friend of mine. And Otto, these are Lady Anya Nowicki, who is the noble retinue of Richter Von Tracht, whom the Archduchy has sent to aid the Netillians in training and advising their troops. I see, Herr Von Tracht, that you’re acclimating well. Wearing the uniform of Netilland’s Armored Cavalry! I’d daresay you are getting attached to this place.”

The general nodded towards you two, his hair retreating up his head in his later years, but apparently dyed black anyways, with a bristly mustache that curled up at the sides. “How do you do,” he said with a thick Old Nauk tilt to his vowels, “I remember you, yes. The lady with the scar across her face, and the man dressed as a Luftpanzer officer. Yet now she wears the costume? Are you..?”
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“No.” Anya said flatly, denying the implication preemptively. “What’re you doing all the way up from Vynmark?”

“The troublesome subject of Twaryi,” Wladysaw said with theatrical mourning, “Of course, the general does visit for entertainment purposes, to go on holiday, but the best business is done on a break, after all. Once, the borders of the Republic covered the north of Vynmark, while mountains and other such difficult ground defended their east from the hostile Twaryians. There was never a need to fortify the border against Ellowie- but now, their north is open, and the good General is understandably concerned.”

“Indeed, our defenses have ever focused upon the seaward, and with the sudden change in borders, our army is not equipped nor of numbers to handle an assault upon all fronts, as may be attempted.” Kylborg said gravely, “The Twaryians are keeping cautious for now, they certainly are not being as bold as they have been on this border, but the Houses of Popular Governance grow more ill at ease by the day, as do the people they represent, not to mention the concerns of the Landgrafs…”

“Uh huh. Nice to meet you and all, but can we get the room alone with the King?” Anya rode right on the trail of the General’s words, to your slight alarm. “We’ve gotta talk about something closer to home, real fast.”

>Let it go. Anya knew what she was doing, and there was a reason you were having her take the initiative.
>Interrupt and suggest that the Vynmark general can stay. Maybe there was an opportunity here. (Of what nature?)
>Advise that Anya should be more respectful to a general. There was lack of decorum, then there was plain discourtesy.
>Other?
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>>4146595
>Interrupt and suggest that the Vynmark general can stay. Maybe there was an opportunity here. (Of what nature?)
Good opportunity to find out if they know more about what's happening on the Twayrian side of the border, also more info to pass on to the IO perhaps. Also if taking out Gerovic gives Vynmark time to prepare they might be interested.
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>>4146595
>>Interrupt and suggest that the Vynmark general can stay. Maybe there was an opportunity here. (Of what nature?)
>>Advise that Anya should be more respectful to a general. There was lack of decorum, then there was plain discourtesy.
Tell them about what we've learnt about Gerovic and how his backers in Caelus are trying to escalate the conflict.
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>>4146614
Supporting
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>>4146614
Supporting
What do we know about Vynmark both as a nation and their military?
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>>4146668
Hey hold on he's cool.

>>4146623
Know your place.

Additionally, information on the other side of the border, Gerovic, et cetera.

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>>4146709
>Vynmark, in general, as a nation, and militarily.

Maybe Richter once knew plenty about Vynmark. However, half of what he knew has vanished like morning frost. That said, Vynmark was not a place he would have had particular interest in anyways, and a general overview can be given. Looking at this map of the continent of Vinstraga, you will see the country in blue on the south edge between the territories of Sosaldt and Twaryi. Vynmark is of import primarily in maritime ways, and is outside of Strossvald's area of concern. It's the center of southeastern trade, and do business with much of the world, in whatever direction is available- save with the Reich, but that is hardly abnormal in Sosalia. However, there is a curious loophole that sees Reich trade come in and out in some small amount- but that is mere rumor.

They are a holdout of Nauk culture like Naukland, though distinctly colored by the local geography, particularly, being in rather warm climes as opposed to relatively chilly northern Naukland. They speak Old Nauk, returning to it once more after the Reich lost influence rather than sticking with New Nauk like most of Sosalia. With the Sosaldtian in flux to their west and Twaryi dissuaded from attacking by natural barriers, and Ellowie little interested in expansion and also assailed on both sides through its post-Grossreich history, it has had the luxury of peace for quite some time, outside of oceanborne disagreements.

It's hardly a pushover, theoretically, but it's quite used just being able to man the fortifications and wait, never to see a thing.

As a hub of trade and with borders to volatile (but smuggler and illegal goods rich) Sosaldt, it is also known for eccentrics both of high and low class- what Strossvalder nobility would consider a party gone rather wild would be a mundane distraction for the Vynmark Landgrafs and their ilk.
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Anyways in case this knowledge affects any decisions I'll leave things open just a tad longer then write.
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>>4146864
Nothing to do with the choice but how divergent/mutually intelligible is Old and New Nauk from each other?
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>>4146865
They're related languages, but far enough that somebody speaking Old Nauk is only comprehensible in broad terms and roots of words and such. A New Nauk speaker could catch what is generally being spoken of, but details will probably be lost. New Nauk, after all, is more properly known in places as Imperial, and has elements of Emrean and Vitelian blended into it giving it a sort of smoothness compared to the harsh tones of Old Nauk. Of course, Old Nauk speakers would dismiss this and describe "Imperial" as sounding like it had been fucked through the mouth of a Vitelian doxy, but each is entitled to their own opinion.
Of course, things are repackaged into sounding like earth languages because that's just how it be unless you straight up construct languages, but I'm sure as much was clear.
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>>4146877
So before the Kaiser went on his conquering spree most of Sosalia would have spoken Old Nauk?
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>>4146909
>So before the Kaiser went on his conquering spree most of Sosalia would have spoken Old Nauk?

This has been mentioned in the past, but not necessarily. Some places did, while others had their own languages- some are still spoken and/or written in rural areas. For example, Valsten and its territories spoke Zeelen, and their overseas former colonies continue to speak it (Hilda knows some Zeelen, just by proximity), despite it mostly switching to New Nauk. Strossvald's various territories as well as the general western section of Sosalia (the name for the area to the east of the Reich and to the south of Naukland) spoke something called Interlinguen, which nobody misses but whose vestigial attachments to Strossvald's New Nauk dialect are what defines a Strossvald accent. Similarly, Ellowie also spoke and wrote its own language- but despite being nominally autonomous, Imperial linguistics dominated it too.

Anyways, I will be writing now.
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Update soon, apologies for the delay. This has been a tougher one than I anticipated.
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“…Wait,” you put a hand on Anya’s shoulder, “…Let him stay, I think we’ve mutual interests…”

“Richter, we don’t know this guy,” Anya hissed testily.

“…Trust me..?”

Anya narrowed her eyes at you, then, “Tch. Fine. Go ahead, then.” With an implicit tone of you’d better not make me regret this.
With a clearing of your throat, you stepped forth. “…Actually, I’m sorry, but your problem is actually related to ours…recently, we fought a larger battle against Captain Gerovic than we ever have in the past since he appeared in our region…”

“Captain Gerovic?” General Kylborg gave a puzzled glance to Wladysaw.

“A terrible trouble maker across the border, who has tormented us wherever he has deigned to linger. Please, Lady Nowicki, Von Tracht, come and sit at the table, we’ve plenty of chairs and time as well.”

Anya slouched over and sat across from Wladysaw, next to Kylborg, and you took your place next to her. The mercenary’s face had the look of one with serious burrs in her britches, but she bit her lip and you thanked her internally for doing her best approximation of a neutral, slightly sunny expression, spackled on like plaster over smoldering grumpiness. A teacup was placed before her, but she turned up her nose at it.

“Does milady prefer coffee?” Wladysaw tilted his royal head, “We have it here.”

Anya shook her head. “I’m fine.”

Even if she didn’t feel like accepting a drink, you wouldn’t turn down any tea. You let its taste come to you as a surprise as Wladysaw continued to explain just who Gerovic was to the other guest.

“He is said to be a master of arms, a fearsome opponent, who always has more at his fingertips than is expected. His danger is such that a sizeable bounty has been placed upon him, to be collected at his capture or demise. A few have gone after him- but without knowledge of his appearance, such efforts have been at best terminated with finding nobody, and the majority merely providing triumphs to wear upon his breast. He has most recently stopped here- a fierce battle indeed was fought the other day, though the Coordinator and his allies were able to fend off the assault.”

Much as you’d like to flat out state that Gerovic had the explicit backing of the Caelussian Federation, there was no way you could prove such without the Intelligence Office, and seeming confident of it would be a fool’s move. You’d have to theorize and wonder based off of what a lowly Lieutenant might hear of rumor and observe personally. “…He has access to troops of quantity like not seen before, well equipped beyond typical standard, with Twaryi’s most modern tanks…I wish I knew who he was friends with to have so much at his disposal…there was a time where he threw away a tank platoon merely to test our disposition, even…”
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Kylborg made a statement that cleared up any problems you had with knowing more than you should, though. “It would be unsurprising that he is a Caelussian officer. The maritime traffic of Caelus has surged like never before, especially to Twaryi. There is no evidence for it I know of, but considering that this bump began a small time before the war that felled Ellowie, the conclusion is simple. A buildup of war materiel, as well as volunteers and advisors, laborers, their families as well I would wager. There is hardly subtlety in the intent.”

“Yet Caelus is not ready to declare such openly, nor is much of Twaryi, is it?” Wladysaw mused lightly, “Else why are they so held back?”

“Ellowians think Twaryians are lower’n shit, don’t they?” Anya said, as though she was speaking of an ethnicity besides her own, “Not like the Twaryians let much news out, but with the insurgency here, I can’t imagine the Twaryians don’t got it worse. I mean, over here, at least they’ve got you, right?” Anya didn’t acknowledge either title that had been given- you half expected her to slip and call him King Weasel or Leech King.

“They do have it much worse,” the High Protector must have allowed himself somewhat of a boast, “I do treat sometimes with a precious few Twaryian dignitaries, diplomats, and for all their unwillingness to compromise, they can be quite talkative about stresses, especially when framed against the mutual enemy of the National Liberation Front. I can understand the enmity, truly- especially when said organization tried to have deliver a Langenachtfest present of untimely death.

“You hear neat stuff, huh.” Anya capitalized on that immediately- perhaps some warming up to the idea of interacting with the high protector?

Neat stuff is one way to say it, but indeed, plenty is unwittingly shared if you know the context to what they are speaking of casually.” The High Protector took a sip of tea, his eyes still fixed on Anya, “It is what I was discussing earlier with the General, even. The Twaryians have had such trouble with Insurgents over such a swathe of new territory and population that their taste for new conquests has faltered significantly. As well, there has been trouble over the seas, in the supposedly united federation, that has made caution the order of the day for many…though the balance is a careful one.”

“A balance Gerovic wants to fuck up.” Anya’s foul language aside, she was taking the lead for you rather well. “Can Twaryi take on Netilland and Vynmark at the same time as all these insurgents, though?”
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General Kylborg scoffed at that. “Heavens no, not alone, but with the backing of the Federation in full…that would be a threat to the whole continent. It is not as though the Federation is not being provoked, either. The remnants of the Ellowian navy have terrorized their convoys to Twaryi, and some of their submarines have even attacked ships en route to and from Vynmark. The menace of their heaviest ship, the cruiser Orzel, has only recently ended three days past when it and a pair of smaller ships were intercepted by a Caelussian task force. That victory has undoubtedly galvanized the Caelussians, and if they believe they could win, well, not Netilland nor Vynmark could hope to match them upon the seas to interdict the flow of their armies across.”

“So Gerovic’s gotta have his ass kicked, then,” Anya proposed blithely, hanging over the back of her chair and picking a sugar cube from its jar, before popping it in her mouth and crunching on it. “We got a plan for that, actually.”

There was your chance. “…Indeed. My retinue has come up with a plan to lay him low…” you kept the focus on Anya more than you, “We’ve found information upon him, enough to be able to strike at him utilizing her strategy…but we need your help for it. Since it would be in the interests of the General’s nation, perhaps him too..?”
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The High Protector frowned, raised an eyebrow, then looked lazily over to Kylborg. “A moment in private, if you would please. We’ll catch up some more out in town, there are some places I’ve yet to show you. Ask the servant to show you to the sitting room, if you please?”

The general didn’t seem disrespected, but he did give a curious look to both you and Anya before he rose. “Of course. I’d been wondering about the Zhantaoan place. With the state of this tea room, I’d daresay you were leading up to it, hm?”

“We shall see.” Wladysaw smiled at him as the General tipped his cap and went out the door. His look turned dark once you were alone, and he sighed as he took the seemingly decorative bottle of brandy on the table, opened it, and filled his teacup with it. “So then, unless you are plotting to take the Gendarmes and go over the border and arrest Gerovic, I can only assume that you want something of me that isn’t publically acknowledged.” He took a long drink of the newly reinforced tea, “You know, despite the tensions between Twaryi and Netilland, they are still at peace, and insurgencies, whether they are truly supported or not, are disowned by both. It would be a terrible scandal for some people if their support was discovered, you understand? Yet let us cease dancing about the subject. We are alone now, and there is nobody listening. Such is a privilege afforded to a King. Tell me precisely what you want…and what you are willing to offer in exchange for my aid. If you have no ideas, I will suggest my own. Dispatching Gerovic is mutually beneficial, but I still sense a gamble. I am not so willing to throw in all I have on chance- if all fails, I must have come away with something, and for the risk, I must come away with more, you do understand? Else, I would wonder why you need my help at all, with the assets at your disposal. So…” Wladysaw clasped his hands upon his lap and crossed his legs, “What precisely do you ask of me?”

>What do you ask of the High Protector? The more you ask, the more he may demand…
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>>4148202
>What do you ask of the High Protector? The more you ask, the more he may demand…
Just put us into contact with the ERA with a recommendation. I think that;s all we really need unless anons want to add stuff.
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>>4148215
Supporting
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>>4148215
Supporting
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>>4148215
This is fine. Better not ask too much of the King.
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>>4148215
Supporting this, if it won't cost us extra ask about the other attempts against Gerovic that the King has heard of. If only to not repeat their mistakes or exploit Gerovics arrogance.

Also ask if he knows any safe routes into Twaryi a small group could utilize. This might be better to ask the ERA directly by maybe he knows something.
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>>4148523
Ask for only an introduction and a good word. And a way to find them. And for stories about Gerovic.

Writing.
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“…We’d like to be put in contact with the Eastern Resistance Army, along with a recommendation from his majesty. I’ve heard you know them on some level,” you carefully avoided the talk about direct support, “And the plan to catch Gerovic…requires their aid…”

“A good, safe way to meet them would be good too.” Anya added, “We’ve gotta be in with them, y’see.”

“…Also, if you could share what the others who took on Gerovic and failed tried, it would be helpful to know when we confront him once more…”

“Hm.” Wladysaw still frowned, and scratched his chin with one finger. “I will speak freely of past battles with the Twaryian Captain, but for the other matters, hm…I was not prepared to be directly approached concerning that. A direct introduction, even by letter, would be quite a bit more than I have said to them, in spite of various groups indeed supporting my claim to the throne. Of course, still others do not- you would need to get in touch with a particular subsection for my word to have much meaning. That said, it is something that it is in my power to do. However…”

“Yeah?” Anya snapped up the end of his sentence, “Richter didn’t say what he wanted to trade, yeah. So what d’you want as a trade?”
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The High Protector itched a few more times on his chin, and took another drink from his cup, before raising a finger during his sip. “Ah. Naturally. For an introduction, another introduction is only fair, yes? Richter Von Tracht. I could not help but become aware that you and Mittelsosalia’s Minister of the People are quite closely acquainted, yes? Friends enough that you and her get quite drunk together. Why, at a tavern that is patroned by many of my Gendarmes, in a state of intoxication, she quite openly and brazenly suggested that you both go back to her hotel room, and sleep with her. Naturally, I also know you rather refused, but that is hardly a request made between people with a mere professional knowledge of one another, is it?”

“Pff. Really?” Anya didn’t sound like she believed it, “Cyclops wanted to bang this doofus? His runt girlfriend would throw a fucking fit.”

“…Please do not breathe a word of it…” you pleaded with Anya, but Wladysaw too.

“It is a secret, I assure you,” Wladysaw raised a hand, “All who heard were paid to keep it such. However. When this Cyclops and I met, she was rather hostile to me, and dismissive of my political position and heritage as a just monarch of Ellowie. I am not so immature as to take more offense than is appropriate, but the fact is, I was unable to get much out of her. I have sent out feelers, Von Tracht- I know she is hiding something. So, tell me about her. Tell me of her character, what she is like when she does not enter the room already set against you, of her beliefs and ambitions, and especially, I would consider myself in your debt if you informed me of any plots or interesting matters that are going on with her and Mittelsosalia.”

There was a glint in Wladysaw’s eye, that sign of what lay beneath what might be assumed as a fool with blue blood who merely liked to carouse. He knew something- but what? You couldn’t tell all, could you? Or would it be worth it to, perhaps, try and find an ally in him? You needed to give him at least an introduction and perhaps a theory, or else he wouldn’t give you his part of the deal…

>Describe Signy Vang to the High Protector- give an introduction, as it were, as he requested. He also expects something else, that might be of more sensitive nature…
>Any other things?
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>>4148789
>>Describe Signy Vang to the High Protector- give an introduction, as it were, as he requested. He also expects something else, that might be of more sensitive nature…
Ask him if he's heard of Sigmund Vang and his ideals; she's his daughter and his political philosophies definitely seems to have been inherited by her. You know how those Nauklanders are like.
With her republican and democratic sympathies she's probably if not already in contact with the NLF if not providing direct aid.
[See if he's satisfied with this first, we need to gauge how much he knows about Alpha Two or at least how much of the old Ellowian army is still around]
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>>4148789
>It so happens that us and Signy together took down a dangerous rebel in Strosswald, and that's the origin of our friendship. It was a harrowing story.
>Spend some time on this story to create an impression that this is the important part. Also it _is_ something to brag about.
>Tell how after that we've chanced upon each other in Sosaldt and worked for her for a time.
>Tell him she's a republican, and that why she was cross with him. Ask for forgiveness in her stead
>And her secret? We don't rightly know, but we have a suspicion she intends to take on the Southern Cities and then become the only power in Sosaldt
>What fuels her is probably her sense of justice and a wish to see her father's ideals realized.
>DON'T say she's in contact with the NLF
>If the King mentions that, say that Signy is a practical woman and would care for her own country first, and it's not like there's nothing to fix there.
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>>4148789
>Friends enough that you and her get quite drunk together. Why, at a tavern that is patroned by many of my Gendarmes, in a state of intoxication, she quite openly and brazenly suggested that you both go back to her hotel room, and sleep with her.
Thank judge anons didn’t betray our waife(u), also we’re not drinking at that place anymore
>>4148837
Supporting
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>>4148837
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>>4148847
Trying to bullshit that she's totally uninterested in affairs over here sounds pretty risky considering he knows at least something is going on.
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>>4148869
We frame it as our opinion
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>>4148871
Still us trying to pretend like totally nothing is going on behind the scenes could be reasonably interpreted to be trying to cover for our friend, especially when the other party is already suspicious.
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>>4148837
This is fine, I say we should not mention Alpha Two. It's too important that the Ellowian remnants are given the best possible chance.

>Describe Signy Vang to the High Protector
She still seems uncertain at times but has settled into her role as a leader to the point where she is willing to make the hard choices and drastic action KIDNAPPING if she thinks it is the right decision.
May also want to mention before she was a member of the Shields of Liberty (? been awhile) back in the Von Blumlands and has put herself in danger for her beliefs before, she certainly hasn't lost any of that passion. Especially for supporting democratic causes hint, hint, wink wink.
I think it's safe now to mention that she went to the UGZ specifically to provoke a response from the NLF and might have been the whole point of her state visit.

But on the other hand to give him something to work with, tell about her making a deal with Glockenblume and its rumor of unsavory practices as an example of her compromising her values in pursuit of the greater good. She may not be a lost cause for his intentions but she has to be approached in the right way. Definitely won't earn points with her as the rightful Monarch, but more like the best choice for a beleaguered people. Just look at how the Twaryians are handling things, and how much better he's been doing.

>Any other things?
Just how much is that bounty on Gerovic worth anyway?
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>>4148881
Supporting this as well. And yeah I don't want to rat out the entire plan to him either, just try to find out first how much of the full picture has he put together.
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>>4148881
Bunch of stuff- but generally keeping reserved.

Intended to write earlier in the night but raids tired me out.
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“…Have you heard of Sigmund Vang, High Protector?” you led off with Signy’s father rather than her- you’d never met the man before his untimely demise, but you had every reason to believe Signy shared his philosophies by how she revered him. “Cyclops, the Minister of the People of Mittelsosalia, you know this…but her name is Signy Vang, and she is his daughter…”

“I recall that name in relation to Edmund Loch,” Wladysaw said disinterestedly as he poured himself more tea, “I was never one to examine western Republican ideology closely, however. Ellowie became a republic before the time of Loch, you see. I daresay I am more learned of eastern Naukland styled Republicanism, which lacks the taint of Utopianism that Loch was exposed to.”

You knew nothing of “eastern Republicanism,” nor much about Utopianism as far as details went, but the name recognition was what you were looking for. “…Well, she certainly inherited his political philosophy. You know how those Nauklanders are like.” Signy was the only one you actually knew (Yaegiers were from but not technically of Naukland), but that was beside the point. “…The woman herself…she’s uncertain at times, but the weight on her shoulders has been such that anyone would be. Despite that, I’ve watched her grow from what I considered a Republican mischief maker in Sosaldt, into…a courageous leader, one unafraid to place herself in danger for the causes she finds just. With passion that hasn’t been burnt out even by the difficult decisions she’s had to make…Her and I have been through much too much to tell in few words, and she has been grievously injured, but also won impressive victories in spite of that, unafraid of that…”

“Dangerous, then.” Wladysaw concluded, in a tone you didn’t like at all, but…couldn’t deny either, considering what else you had planned to tell. Spilling information about Alpha Two was too great a risk for too little at the moment- you weren’t going to sell out Signy, especially not with how she had trusted you with knowledge of her plans. Not unless you were helping her, with the Intelligence Office’s objectives now made clear.

“…Well, with her support for Republican causes, it cannot be questioned that she has been supporting the National Liberation Front, and that perhaps, her visit was wholly to provoke the uprising last year…”

“I suspected as much, but the why escapes me,” Wladysaw mused more to himself than you. Anya had kept her mouth carefully shut; she had plenty of information on the NLF, but practically nothing she could say about Signy even if she wanted to risk it. “I cannot say I have much faith in us forging a beneficial relationship if she is so aggressive in politic against me.”
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That was a statement you even less liked the sound of, “…Well, wait…she’s…not inflexible,” you tried to quickly stammer out, “She’s interested in the greater good, do you know of Glockenblume..?”

“An enabler of very, very profitable depravity.” Wladysaw took a long sip with this, gauging you and Anya’s reactions to the talk of the city, “I have heard lamentations that its operations in such have been halted, forced out of the place. I would commend the Minister for such actions, but more than a few in some circles took poor note.”

“…She despised the place, but its leaders did help her rise to power. She struggled with what she should do about the place, but accepted it was better for the present circumstances to work with them…” Signy had ever been upset by having to tread carefully around an issue she considered evil- and her guilt had multiplied when she had her hand forced by another who thought differently…who had practically sacrificed herself to lay the city’s sinful masters low. “…And if she was willing to work with those who she considered villains through and through…perhaps you simply advanced along the wrong way. She is a Republican, she has little respect for thrones…but if one were to frame oneself as the best option in trying times, one who is trying to serve their people…after all, look at how much trouble the Twaryians are having compared to you…”

The High Protector held his teacup before him, and had his eyes shut in thought. “Hmmmm…Hmm. Moral actors are more difficult to persuade than others, but it is true, I have only had one assassination attempt placed upon me by my own people. Some would call me a willful puppet of Netilland, but I have fought against the transferal of the UGZs to Netillian territory, and I would rather maintain our culture and be allies rather than servants. I shall try again, if the Minister of the People has such compromise in her. Though…” His eyes opened to mere slits, “I say this to reassure you, Von Tracht. Out of respect for you, and for Lady Nowicki as your retinue. If you had indicated that Cyclops could only be a threat to me, I could not accept her continuing to be such. I trust that you understand?”

Your heart froze for a moment. “…O-of course…” Had Signy truly been so close to being assassinated? No, surely she was better protected than that. You were torn between relief, and fury, the former because of your unwitting place in the judgment…the latter because, if it had happened and you knew who was behind it, then the best place the High Protector might have found himself residing in would have been a shallow grave. Your stomach tightened and your teeth grit, the more the thought dug its way in.
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“Very good.” Wladysaw took another sip of tea and put his teacup back on the table. “I shall have an asset dispatched to your camp as soon as possible, within today. She is a trusted maidservant, and known to elements across the border. Along with a document of introduction, provided you cross at the place directed by her, you should have little difficulty becoming a new mutual acquaintance of theirs. Was there aught else?”

“…Those who had faced Gerovic…” you reminded.

“Ah, yes, of course. Their common mistake has been fighting him head on. Gerovic on the defensive is a different creature than one on the attack- he is by nature cautious, I believe, and better disposed to laying traps than proper offensive. He has been believed to be cornered, only to be in far better a position than believed. Particularly, this is the case with his vehicle. He has defeated three officers of armored vehicles before, you, and one, he devastated the six sent to meet him single-handedly. His personal vehicle is powerful indeed, and proof to much of the Netillian arsenal.”

“So what’s the bounty on him, then?” Anya asked, “Must be pretty fat, all things considered. Last I saw it was nine hundred, yeah?”

“Fat…that is an accurate term, yes.” Wladysaw accepted the slang with a raised eyebrow, “Initially, his bounty was a mere two hundred marks. That bounty has increased ten-fold.”

Anya gave a low whistle to that sum. “Phew. This guy’s toast.” It was a princely sum indeed- they were not equal in value, but two thousand Strossmarks at least was equivalent to near one and a half years of your annual salary. Too bad that the Intelligence Office wanted him- and they probably would not match that bounty.

“I should hope. Is that all you wished to discuss, or was there aught else?”

You shook your head. “…You have our…great thanks…”

Wladysaw gave you a slow, small smile. “Indeed. You have mine, as well. Ah, when she arrives, she’ll be dressed appropriately, and have things to change into as well. Just so you are not taken off guard.”

You and Anya got up, and with one last set of parting words between you and Wladysaw, you departed, to be escorted by the servants back out once more.

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“Man,” Anya exclaimed a bit too loud for your comfort as you were heading back down the hill from the castle, Perlowieza’s centerpiece, “You had Hilda wantin’ to get a good taste of your Wurst, and now I hear Cyclops was eyein’ up the same with some mustard, huh? If I were you I’d wonder why I picked the midget.”

“…Well, that is why you are not me…” you sighed with the weight of a panzer upon your lungs.

“From what I remember, she’s not bad in the rack department, but it’s hard not to be more stacked than the midget.”

“I never gave it mind…”

“I saw you snatch out and give her right titty a nice honk, dumbass,” Anya took great pleasure in mocking that unwilling action of yours she had been in attendance of, a result of it being proven to you how vulnerable to command your mind once was. “C’mon, what’s the caliber?” You gave a gruff grunt in response. “Heh, yeah, I know you’re more concerned with what’s in back, B-T.”

“…Urrgggghhhhh…” you grumbled out your discontent all over the stone tiles of the street and held your face in a hand. “I’m of the mind to go back and ask Wladysaw for some of his brandy…and to keep the bottle to smash against my head...”

“I’m just talkin’ shit, don’t take it so damn hard.” Anya slowed her pace a touch and lazily threw her foot out to boot you in the rear end. “…Huh.”

“…What..?”

Anya paced up again beside you, a look of mild concern on her face. “There’s a bunch of creeps following us. They’ve been doing it since the palace, but they’re getting sorta close…”

You looked back, and indeed, in a varying set of long coats and jackets and flat caps, a group of five was trudging after you. Four were clearly men- they didn’t seem particularly big, but they weren’t the type to be messed with either. The odd one out was a slighter one in heels and a trenchcoat, mostly disguised with a scarf pulled over her lower face and large, wide sunglasses. “…What could they want with us..?” you wondered aloud, “Do you think they’re…familiar..?”

“Nuh uh. They wouldn’t do like this.” Anya said back, “They’d just have one. This is…shit, I don’t know, but I don’t like it. I don’t know if we can lose them either, if this is their turf…”

>Run. You had a limp, but, what else could you do?
>Try and weave into the alleys. Maybe this was their city, but it was your best bet at evasion.
>You were in daylight in city streets. It was rather sparse, yes, but it wasn’t like you were alone at night. Maybe they just wanted to talk.
>Other?
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>>4151288
>>Run. You had a limp, but, what else could you do?
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>>4151288
>Duck around a corner and ambush them with guns out
We do have guns, right?
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>>4151288
>Run. You had a limp, but, what else could you do?
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>>4151288
>You were in daylight in city streets. It was rather sparse, yes, but it wasn’t like you were alone at night. Maybe they just wanted to talk.
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>>4151288
>B-T
What does that stand for ?
>Try and weave into the alleys. Maybe this was their city, but it was your best bet at evasion.
>>4151319
Being 5 on 2 and since we don’t have a rifle with us, I don’t think that’s smart
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>>4151319
You weren't allowed to have them in the castle, but you're allowed sidearms in most places, and wear them openly.

>>4151336
>B-T
>What does that stand for?

Something.
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>>4151356
Booty Trach ? Bootythirster ? Booty tapper ? Booty tracker ? Booty toll ? Bertram’s toy ?
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>>4151336
>Thinking a rifle is better than a pistol in close combat
Anon.
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>>4151366
Since it’s an ambush, it would be better because more rounds fired at close range
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>>4151372
Anon, all our rifles are bolt-action, 5 rounds capacity at most. A pistol has more ammo and a higher rate of fire.
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>>4151387
Oh, I almost forgot it’s a pre-ww2 setting
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>>4151288
>Run. You had a limp, but, what else could you do?
Find cover in a wide open area, hopefully with Gendarme nearby or at least a crowded area.
>Other?
Pull out pistol and fire into the air. It's probably the Revolutionaries Gerovic introduced to the area.

We are slow, we can't shoot worth shit and if we get cornered we are beyond fucked. I
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>>4151309
>>4151325
>>4151580
Bravely run away. Possibly make a scene.

>>4151319
Make like you're in the mythical city of Chicago.

>>4151336
Alley man.

>>4151331
Go and have a chat.

Writing.
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“…We should run…” you murmured