“My little punschrulle,” her father had called her during one of the many times he drifted off into a tangential lecture, “We come from notable blood, you know. The Nauk have ever been the vanguard into the new eras of the world.”Signy was a young woman then, at an age where her father thought her to be ready to absorb his knowledge and philosophy, but she was more interested in the boys she wasn’t allowed to go out and see than any talk about Republics or Liberty. She was told of the rivalries and struggles of the common folk and nobility, but the most she thought about nobility was how Manfred Von Blum was utterly heart-stopping, and how furious she was that he was finally to marry just a couple of years short of her coming into womanhood. Her learning of her father’s teachings was begrudged, but hearing about how she was special, how she was different- Signy had been a vain adolescent, and there in Strossvald, her race was unique. “I thought that might capture your attention again, sweetling,” her father put a heavy hand on her head and stroked her crown, “We are not our ancestors, but we mustn’t shame them for their accomplishments either, yes?” “How did they do it, though?” Signy had asked then, as she mouthed to herself silently in the present, among the swirling, cold dust. “How do we do it?”The faint but warm memory of the fingers upon her hair. “Little punschrulle, the Nauk of eld are said to have conquered the Grand Maelstroms themselves to venture across the seas to these lands, and they settled in the cold north, the stony shores of the east, not the fertile soils of Emre. They sailed from adversity, to adversity, and lived further in such. That was how our people grew strong enough to be called greatest in the world. People who live in comfort grow weaker and less able to steel themselves against the struggles of daily life, let alone the great challenges of an age. Nauk Imperial was not forged from wealth and plenty. It collapsed after centuries of such.”“…This place isn’t bad, though.” Signy had said doubtfully. The Shields of Liberty hid in an old mine, in a hole in the ground, but they weren’t hunted. This was merely where they were overlooked in what most saw as activist mischief rather than anything to be considered the faintest hint of a threat.“No,” Siegfried Vang had sighed, and let his hand rest still upon his daughter’s head, “To journey was still an ordeal too much for your mother to tolerate of me, nevertheless. Perhaps ordeal would strengthen us, but…perhaps I would rather you be safe and happy, punschrulle.”
So the warm memory fluttered away on the wind, and Signy Vang was left alone again, demanding she be left for a moment to think, but instead, she had drifted into the past. Was she becoming stronger through this struggle? She didn’t think so. She’d only felt weak and inadequate, exhausting herself and fraying under the pressure, only to maintain, to sustain. Maybe the woman she once was couldn’t dream of doing what she did now, but she couldn’t summon pride or satisfaction in herself. Not until, at least, she won. “Hey,” a brusque, nasal voice coughed from behind, belonging to a woman. It sounded somewhat familiar. The Minister of the People turned her head. “Yeah, you, who else, genius? You called for a motorcycle courier.” Signy had heard the motorcycle come up, but she had been expecting…“You’re…” Signy turned the rest of the way around, “You’re that mercenary who was with Richter?”“Retinue,” the scruffy, scar faced little blonde woman corrected, “I’m here now. You needed something done, yeah?” What was this woman doing here? When Signy had seen her before, she had been in a black uniform, but now she had donned the chocolate brown and black of the Republic. She hadn’t bothered to button the lower half of it, the sort of uniform violation that had been drilled out of most of the Army of the Republic in their training with the Ellowian expatriates. Signy had received a letter from Richter. It hadn’t been very personable, and Signy still wondered if he’d forgive her for what she felt she’d had to do. That was one thing, but this young woman was clearly his friend, at least, and this mission…“Hey. What’s the hold up. I even double timed it here. You know how riding one of those cycles fast on this ground feels? Like that motorcycle should have bought me a fuckin’ drink first, at least.”The insolence caught Signy off guard, but also brought her back down to earth. “Yes. I need you to take a message to the Griffon Company mercenaries about ten kilometers north. We’ve lost radio contact with them, and we need them to divert either their unit or a portion of their forces east. The infantry here is having trouble breaking through, and we need them to come back and disrupt their direct rear, or help shatter them, or else the momentum of this section of the line will falter. We haven’t been able to communicate with them, so we don’t know exactly where they are. You’ll have to find them and deliver this information, and my commandments to them.”“Alright.” The woman said without hesitation, “They’re the tank boys, right? The other ones, I mean. They can’t be too hard to find.”“You…” Signy blinked, “They’re far behind enemy lines, the danger is enough that if you don’t want to volunteer-“
“Yeah, yeah, that’s what I was told, volunteers only. I’m here.” She held a hand out, “Give it over, I’ll get it done. Save the speech.”“It’s important that you do this quickly as possible,” Signy iterated again, “That’s a personal request, because the next assault…I will lead it personally.””The blonde woman squinted at Signy, looked her up and down like she’d said something inexplicable, though she was well shorter than Signy. “You sure that’s a good idea? Pretty sure everybody north of here wants to put a bullet in you.”A bullet would be a mercy. Signy knew that if she was captured, she’d be humiliated in ways unconscionable. Violated, ruined, imprisoned, enslaved. Signy didn’t know if she’d kill herself like Viska did if she lost, but…she wouldn’t lose.“They want to put all sorts of things in me,” Signy replied, breathing deep on a cigarette, “That’s why I’m doing this in the first place. They’ll want to come and get me, but they’re the prey here, not the predator.” She handed over the leather-bound dossier, “Hurry, please.”The scar faced woman shrugged, and took the folder. “Well, don’t fuck up, then. It’d be embarrassing if I got shot or something for this and you got the shit kicked out of you for my trouble.” Not even a good luck? The courier turned around, waved one hand up, then got back on a powerful, heavy engine motorcycle and kicked over the ignition. It churned upon dust as it and its rider sped northwards.Well. Time for the trap to be baited, Signy thought as she tossed away her cigarette and straightened her coat, ready to return to her field headquarters. She had demanded much of her men, her Republic. It was only right that she put her own head on the line. The Netillians and all who had aligned with them had no shortage of spite for her- and if her fame had done anything, it had sown the idea, intelligence had told her, that the Republic would collapse if she was removed from it. The Minister of the People hoped she wasn’t actually that critical to the Republic, else this plan was…exceedingly reckless. She wasn’t about to back down now, though.Signy was dangling herself like a piece of fish before an eager cat. Hopefully, she thought, she wouldn’t be chewed to pieces before her enemies’ ambitions were the trigger for their own destruction.-----Only today, you, Richter Von Tracht, had been parted from you callipygian fiancée and shunted forth towards what you had long hoped was destiny…though not in the way you had seen in your dreams. Would you look this gift in the mouth, though? Not unless it was also conspiring against you like its givers, but that seemed increasingly unlikely as you met the fellows of your unit, the second platoon of fourth company, of the Reserve Panzer Battalion of the Silver Lances Armored Division, your superior in the platoon being Captain Vehrlors.
“Reserve Battalion” didn’t sound very prestigious, but it was a frontline unit nevertheless. Being the backup to the main effort was still an important task. The main effort being the Silver Lances Armor Regiment and the Panzergrenadier regiment, but there were plenty other parts to the division, including a self-propelled gun detachment, a specialized logistics battalion, armored recon, signals, pioneers, assault pioneers, maintenance, medical, even an anti-aircraft formation and a flamethrower panzer platoon. The Silver Lances were expected to be able to operate entirely on their own, and could be said to be an elite army in miniature- the full list of assets was certainly reassuring to know you were backed up by it.You had met the two new members of your crew, who would be replacing your gunner and radio operator as they either settled or forgot their issues with one another. Respectively, they were Sergeant Schafer, and Lance Corporal Hausen replacing Soldaten Stein Smitt and Hans Berg. They didn’t hate you, but you’d made a good impression on Schafer’s dog, which would help with the gruff bandanna wearing man. You’d just have to try and smoothen the impact of Malachi upon Hausen’s suspicious sensibilities. There was a culture in the Silver Lances about keeping secrets, hiding things; including one’s face. Malachi had revealed his face to nobody, and you doubted that would change.“Why do you think he'd insist on hiding his face?” Hausen had asked, and your answer was, since you had already stated you didn’t know, was a scattershot reflection of said lack of knowledge.A rock of your head back and forth as you thought up of some crap. “It’s some weird Mountainfolk custom, probably? Maybe he thinks showing his face is an offense? Maybe it’s a religious vow, and something best kept between him and the Judge.”“Mountainfolk aren’t all that keen on the ways of him, I hear,” Hausen’s suspicion didn’t ease.He must have known more than you did, but you never found out about your mountain man’s beliefs. Nor did you find yourself caring. “Well, maybe he’s just saving his smile for that one special stumpy green haired girl out there.” Though that did remind you of Fie- and the tattoo on her face. A marking signifying a mission, was it? You had to divert the subject. The tank was a good subject, though its more special capabilities had to be kept a secret. Hopefully they wouldn’t be needed, hopefully when they were needed they wouldn’t work in too showy a fashion. There was but one thing to make sure wasn’t messed with. “When my tank gets here, two of the shells in its ammunition stowage are rather different. Those aren’t to be fired except in an absolute emergency. They’re…special chemical shells, that the Von Blums keep because of the Reich right by them.” That ought to be good enough.
“Hrm.” Schafer grunted at that as he sat by the cast iron pot, though there wasn’t anything in it at the moment, “Guess y’ wouldn’t find throwing chemicals at people too tasteful, would ye.”You reached absent fingers to the burnt side of your face. “…I suppose so.”It was a distraction enough for Hausen at least. “Hey,” he pointed to your cap, “Since we’ve met, you ought to go and get your clothes changed out once you get the time. People don’t really stick too close to uniform up here, but you ought to at least get the hat if you’re not gonna wear the full black and blues.”Right, instead of the horsehair tuft, the Silver Lances had a hat with a metal plate on its front, polished, bearing the sigil of the unit- the sigil of your family. Would it be vain to wear such a thing, you wondered absently. Though once you did change uniforms, you wouldn’t be disposing of your Ellowian tanker coat. More than that you’d grown comfortable with it, it was actually nice and warm in this season. It’d be perfectly reasonable to just wear over top of everything else.“Men.” A voice came from up the line of tanks, and your new crew looked over with a nod. You looked over as well, and saw a white-blonde man in a long, blue woolen coat trudging up. He had a long, serious face, and a set of goggles hung around his neck, below which was a silver round locket on a chain. “You,” he spoke in short and simple phrases, “New recruit?” Though he clearly had competent command over the language. It was like he wanted to avoid expending energy.A look to his collar told you who he must have been- a Lieutenant-Colonel? “Sir,” you saluted, “I’m Lieutenant Richter Von Tracht. I was called up and arrived here today.”“Hm.” The Lieutenant Colonel handed you a paper folder, “Preliminary. Your men already know it. Make sure to attend evening briefing too.” He turned and left without another word.“…Who was that?” you asked your crew.“His name’ll be on the inside,” Schafer said dully, but Hausen was more willing to just say it outright.“Lieutenant Colonel Georgen Von Silbertau,” your new radioman said, “Fourth Company’s commander. People don’t call him George or Von Silbertau though. They call him Ladykiller.”“He has a reputation like that?” you asked, “He doesn’t seem the type.”“Not that kind of lady killer,” Hausen laughed, with a nervous bent to it, “No, see, some time ago before he was in the Lances, before he was a Lieutenant Colonel, he was a cavalryman on the border with Sosaldt. A blue blood family had their eldest daughter get rebellious, so she ran off and made a bandit gang on the other side of the border. She was a clever girl, I hear, but I only know the bare bones of the story. So one day, after she’s been making tons of trouble, this son of Von Silbertau volunteers to go get this wayward daughter back."
"Everybody was expecting him to come back with her, or seduce her, some pulpy crap. Nah. He rode off with his men and came back way after them, with her head chopped off and in a sack. He went and gave that sack to the representative of her family. Got him in a lot of shit, but he didn’t actually do anything criminal. Name’s stuck for ten years.”“Er.” You weren’t sure how he wasn’t dead. No family could tolerate such an act as that, by your wager. He must have been skilled to have gotten here, but you hoped that not everybody around you had such a story.Schafer didn’t have anything to add or comment on regarding that. “’e keeps things short an’ to the point. Good for ‘im. ‘nother name I’ve heard’s the Bloody Bachelor. Never got married, ‘e did. Lieutenant Colonel’s high ‘nough that young things’ll throw themselves at ‘im, so it’s his business.”You opened the folder you’d been given, and there was a very simple typed paper- addressed to you, from Von Silbertau’s adjutant. There was little said in it. Merely that the government of the Republic of Ellowie had been the commissioners for the Silver Lance’s contract, and that the mission was to fight until Ellowian lands in the possession of the Netillians had been liberated, or when a time period of two months had expired. Either they hoped for a quick war or for things to be on the track to winning in such a period of time. Besides such information on who and what, there was little else besides necessary expansion on who was what and what each condition meant precisely. It felt more like reading a legal document than a briefing, but, you supposed, the Silver Lances had begun life as a mercenary troop, and technically, still were, in a way, though their loaning out was no small investment of money.“Should I go around and see the other officers, you think?” you asked your crew, “If you will be fine here. I don’t know when my other crew will arrive, but it won’t be within the hour, I’m sure.”“If you want,” Hausen said, “You’ll get together for the night brief anyways. You’re free until…” he looked at his wrist, “About a couple hours, and a half.”You checked the page again, and indeed, the time lined up. Did you really need to be hurried out of your home just to wait? That was how things worked, you supposed…>Stay with your crew, and be there to soften the impact with your own other crew’s arrival. They were who you needed to get to know the most in what time you had, after all. (Discuss what?)>Go and meet the other Lieutenant-level officers in the platoon. It was only polite, wasn’t it?>Hunt down the Company Commander again, since he was close. Maybe you could get more out of him than a few words. (Talk about what?)>Other?Pastebin for past threads- https://pastebin.com/UagT0hnhTwitter for announcements and shitposts is @scheissfunker
>>4550614>Stay with your crew, and be there to soften the impact with your own other crew’s arrival. They were who you needed to get to know the most in what time you had, after all. (Most memorable battle scenario, Favorite type of woman, what do they do with their time off. Favorite tank they've been in)We'll hang with the other Lieutenants after the meeting.
>>4550614>>Stay with your crew, and be there to soften the impact with your own other crew’s arrival. They were who you needed to get to know the most in what time you had, after all. (Discuss what?)I don't remember the specifics but the Iron Hogs tank tactics differed from Strossvald doctrine. I wonder if the Silver Lances lean more on the conventional Strossvald side of things or if they lean more towards their mercenary side with innovative tank tactics. If there's some maneuver Richter is expected to know but forgot it would probably be a good idea to figure that out now.Also,> but you hoped that not everybody around you had such a story.Richter you killed a woman in cold blood on the side of a road and stole her underthings, I don't think you can judge.
>>4550614This >>4550659 is good
>>4550605Don't think for a minute that we don't appreciate the OP picture. It's great>>4550614>Go and meet the other Lieutenant-level officers in the platoon. It was only polite, wasn’t it?>>4550659>killed a woman in cold blood on the side of a road and stole her underthingsWhat? When?
>>4550614>>Stay with your crew, and be there to soften the impact with your own other crew’s arrival. They were who you needed to get to know the most in what time you had, after all. (Discuss what?)>So how come its just the two of you? What happened to the rest of your last crew?
>>4550762Back when Richter was trying to get back from having his brainwashing removed he ditched splotch face (rip) and decided to head out on his own with some gun smugglers. After getting ambushed and carrying one of the smugglers on his back he fought off another ambush by some friendly locals and ended up killing the surviving female ambusher. I think the gun smuggler was the one who took the delicates but Richter was the one who used them to barter for medical treatment from a Christmas cake doctor.Not as bad as I made it sound but you could definitely see how it could look bad if someone didn't have all the info.
>>4550614>>Stay with your crew, and be there to soften the impact with your own other crew’s arrival. They were who you needed to get to know the most in what time you had, after all. (Discuss what?)Ask about previous combat experience, most memorable battles, most difficult ones. It'll be useful to know what they they've seen and what they're capable of.
>>4550614>Stay with your crew, and be there to soften the impact with your own other crew’s arrival. They were who you needed to get to know the most in what time you had, after all. (Discuss what?)Better to be here incase they demand Malachi remove his mask.Ask about previous deployments and where the Lancers have been. Ask about the other tankers in our squad.
>>4550638>>4550659>>4550761>>4550769>>4550805Chat up your crew. Subjects of fighting, women, tactics, and tanks.>>4550762Check out your fellows of rank.Writing.>>4550659>>4550791>Richter you killed a woman in cold blood on the side of a road and stole her underthings, I don't think you can judge.Thankfully this is not a story being spread about! Much like the story about how he shot children and fought alongside troops fighting against insurgents utilizing child soldiers.Whether or not this would be a more deadly rumor than Richter's more frequent habit of entertaining Ellowian bachelorettes is a subject of debate.>>4550762I appreciate the appreciation. It should be noted that the material the OP displays, funnily enough, has a chance of not even happening. The last OP image's scenario for example didn't end up going through. What a twist. Though really I guess an OP should be what could happen anyways, not what is going to happen.
>>4550982Your vote too.
>>4551066I too appreciate the tanksgiving image. Really shows off the curves of the best side of second best girl.
Best to stay with your new crew, you figured, both to find out more about them and their unit, and to soften any impact your crew might have with them when they came around. Just getting used to Jorgen and Malachi’s language difficulties alone was rather an ask of your new crew. Before that, though, you had plenty to talk about- to ask. “If I’m free, I’d rather learn about you two.”“Ask Udo then.” Schafer got up, “Gonna be right back. ‘ave to get those rabbits Santo promised.”“Santo?” you asked Hausen as Schafer walked off.“Vehrlor’s gunner. He got that name over in Vitelia.”“Vitelia?” you echoed with a squint. Had the Silver Lances been someplace so far off? It wasn’t like you remembered their history now anyways. “I was going to ask about that actually. Where you two have been, what you’ve done before I came around.”“Trading war stories already?” Hausen asked, “Nah, it’s normal here. Yeah, it was back around the end of 1931, a little over a year ago. That was a whole deal, just going there, but…eh, I think I want to wait for Schafer to come back for that. You had more than that in you though, right?”Fair enough. You certainly did. “Your favorite type of woman, for one.”“Oh, Baldy wouldn’t have gone for that,” Hausen laughed darkly, “His only answer is his wife. I don’t think he even likes her, but the way he acts it’s like it couldn’t be any other way. Two sons, so he says.”You couldn’t help but let a bit of a sigh escape from you.“Hey, you’ll make it.”“No, it isn’t that, I have a fiancée,” you hastily corrected that assumption. The temptation to boast about her was suppressed. Sorry to take a moment of your time, but have you heard of the good news of Maddalyn Von Blum?“Get out while you still can. No, though, the best sort of woman, trust me,” he made his voice a mock whisper, “Are Paellans. They’ve got the far western blood that sculpts women into their best forms, with enough Vitelian blood mixed in that they’re like strawberries and chocolate given flesh.”“I suppose I’ve never seen one,” you murmured. “The best are the courtesans, all of them had interest in us swarthy Strossvalders, but those ones are the cream. They’re well learned, cultured, refined, play string instruments and flute and cook and arrange flowers, demure at all times except when you find them at night and they tug you by the belt. They’re-“
“You talkin’ about whores again,” Schafer scowled, having come back far sooner than expected. “What he won’t tell ye’ is those tastes a’ his cost him five hundred strossmarks. If you’re gonna dump that much money on women, may as well make them settle down. The sorts he’s talkin’ of don’t.”Hausen shrugged innocently, and changed the subject hastily. “Lieutenant here wanted to know about our trip to Vitelia.”“Fuck off,” Schafer swore to nobody in particular, “Remind me a’ that. Never want t’ get on a boat again.”“The contract was from Paelli, way to the west, they’re right up against the Great Gales,” Hausen started off on the recounting of what Schafer already grumbled about. “First thing was to go on down to East Valsten. It was all paid for, so running by the Reich even by sea was gonna be interesting. We couldn’t put the whole unit to sea, of course, so it was just going to be a battalion. This one.”Indeed, Hausen didn’t have the full idea of how hard it was, by his admission, but both him and Schafer didn’t recall fondly the ordeal of loading even a battalion and it support onto the transport East Valsten had to offer. East Valsten had an impressive and large merchant fleet, you remembered, as technically its possessions included what Valsten held over the ocean to the south and elsewhere, but that didn’t mean they were used to loading and offloading tanks. Schafer’s first experience with the ocean had been thoroughly unpleasant, as had many of the men, who being from landlocked Strossvald, were about as seaworthy as stones. A harrowing experience being tailed by a section of the Kaisermarine and floatplanes dovetailed the experience before they reached waters where the Kaiser’s sailors weren’t bored enough to chase them further.Schafer been browning rabbit pieces in the bottom of the pot and only interjecting in very short anecdotes. Hausen was the far more eager storyteller, and now was apparently the good part.“The deal changed as we were sailing over, it seems,” Hausen said, “The Paellans were shit scared, see, of the Revolution going on east of them. The Vitelian Revolution, the civil war still going on. How it was then, the Revolutionaries were besieging the capital, and had been for some time, but their Operation Victoria offensive had ground to a halt. Paelli has the same sort of system with nobility that this Archduchy does. Or a similar one. Their full name is the Confederate Princedoms of Paelli, after all. They didn’t want the Revolution spilling over to them, and how they saw it, though what we call Sudvitel, the Autarchic Kingdom, they were holding out, but they needed a big helping hand- and the Autarch schmoozed them into it.”“What were you supposed to be there for?” you asked.
“The people north of Paelli thinkin’ of makin’ moves,” Schafer said, “Whole other shitshow. The ships turned right back around and got another battalion.”“Yeah, what they call the Republican State of Kallec. They’ve the idea they’ll be the next Vitelian Empire or something. Though, what Schafer said. Whole other shit show.”The Silver Lances contingent that had arrived was just in time to join the Paellan Regential Army, made up of commitments from all of the Princedoms, in smashing into an unprepared and exhausted Revolutionary Army and sending them sprawling back down the country for a straight month. The Capital siege became a siege of its own for stubborn Revolutionary forces who had refused to retreat with the rest of the army, but such wasn’t the battle the Silver Lances had fought. They had practically sprinted north across the country, sending the Revolutionaries into a rout wherever they could find them. Yet their supplies couldn’t keep up with the momentum, and after multiple times where they were isolated without supplies, the commander of the Silver Lances, Major General Goldfolger, had decided that they wouldn’t press further and risk their luck. Just as well, as they were called back as soon as the other section of Silver Lances had arrived- just in time for Kallec to attack Paelli from the north.“That was in February of last year,” Hausen said, “Maybe we got lucky in a way, because that was right when the Revolutionaries got their act back together. The Paellans tried to make a grand assault to finish off the Revolutionaries at the city of Lapizlazulli, but they…yeah, just weren’t good enough. The Revolutionaries ain’t bad fighters, they were just knocked off their feet. They never stopped being smart or brutal, and the Paellans got their clocks cleaned because they thought the Revolutionaries were weak, instead of just trading ground for time. Right in time for them to not be wanting to eat the sort of losses they did, what with Kallec coming from the north.”“Our shitshow,” Schafer muttered, “No meaner son of a bitch than a Kallean, lieutenant. You best hope y’ never ‘ave to meet one. They’re Vitelians that smell twice as bad and have all the niceness and civility beaten outta ‘em like threshed grain. The ones they call the Iceforth Troopers, ‘specially, they fight like they want t’ eat your flesh off your bones.”“Which ones, the dark ones or the pale ones?” Hausen asked.“They look like the pale ones and smell like tan ones but worse.”Schafer took over in his grumbling recount, more straight and to the point than Hausen had been. Kallec was driven, well prepared, and smashed through Paelli like a hot knife through butter, the Regential troopers battered and knocked aside by Kallean Legionaries. They had little in the way of tanks, and neither had the Paellans, but Kalleans were well familiar with horses and mules, light guns and sledges.
They appeared where they weren’t expected, and both faster and more ferociously than could be reasonably anticipated. They were very good at evasion, and when chased down fought hard enough that a few of them could slip away still. Even the Silver Lances had found a challenging opponent in them, even if you would guess they weren’t their equals in grit or materiel.In a set of three battles, the two battalions of Silver Lances aided Paellan troops in exploiting a breach in the lines and forcing the Kallean to retreat, but there had been constant offense and counteroffensive. Schafer and Hausen had been knocked out of their tanks twice during that, and the first time, they lost a crewman, the second, they lose another crewman and the replacement of the last, both to Kallean anti-tank guns, quickly respected as being crack shots. They had been riding in an m/24-30 both times, a tank heavier than the m/28 but more unwieldly, a modification of it that was in many ways a precursor to the m/32 (far different to the original m/24’s original look), which hadn’t been delivered even to the Silver Lances yet. After two months and constant battle on the Steppes, the Kalleans finally drew back, and devoted their efforts to flanking Lindiva, which had been deemed a softer target since the Revolutionaries and Sudvitel both began to try and attack it. In the final battle with Kallec on the Pallean steppes and foothills, Schafer and Hausen and all of the crew in the tank were wounded by a direct strike upon it with an artillery gun, but a ceasefire was made only a few days later, and in May of 1932, the Silver Lances contingent that had been deployed were gradually ferried back home, heavily battered but victorious.Such was the end of that tour. Afterwards, the Reserve Battalion hadn’t been much involved in the brief war with Valsten in ’32, the one you had skipped out during. They had been shuffling around reserve lists and hadn’t been made to fill any gaps. Their commander had gone missing on the journey back from Paelli and Vitelia- Hausen suspected that he had been seduced by the perfect women of Paelli, but Schafer thought that the officer merely got drunk and fell overboard in the dark of night. Such was what had put them in reserve crew lists until now, when they were called up once more. This wasn’t either of their first combats, of course, but apparently, it was what they felt they wanted to tell. To be true, it was probably more exciting a tale than what they’d done before they were in the Silver Lances.“So what about-“ you began, but were cut off.“Woah there,” Hausen held up his hands, “We just spun a great big yarn for you. We’re going to need an even trade, you hear?”“An…even trade?”Haussen waited with hands splayed, as though he didn’t feel he needed to explain further.>?
>>4551587I don't even know what of our deeds is secret and what not.>Regale them an epic tale of our daring rescue of our fiancee and our tenure as Kommandant of the Republic of Mittelsosalia.>Don't mention how close we are with Signy though. It's something to impress them with at a later time.>Also leave our stint in Ellowie for a later date.
>>4551587>>4551598Supporting. Not every day a Lieutenant gets to play battalion commander even if it's in a Sosaldtian warlord state.Maybe even our Blumlands deployment as well; Ellowie can wait for after the briefing.
>>4551587>Regale them with the daring rescue of Richter's darling wife and our work with the now infamous Cyclops and her republic. Some backstory about how he met both women might be in order, and some editing to exclude the more compromising spooky bullshit will be necessary, although hints about the occasional spirit sighting or weird occurrence are acceptable. Try not to boast too much, just tell it how it was, a list of arduous tasks Richter had to do to get back a loved one and help a friend start her dream. This should catch them up on not only what type of fella Richter is, but also give them a bit of history about the tank they'll be riding in and how important it is to us.This is also lowkey the highlight of Richter's military career. Nothing we did in Ellowie was particularly impressive...at least, none of the things we'd want to or probably can talk about.
>>4551587So there we were in the middle of dusty Sosaldt, we had fought our way into Todesfelsen the regional powerhouse and homebase of the Blood Suns. We being the republic's first mechanized battalion, bunch of uparmored tractors with guns bolted on them and light trucks to carry our dismounts. We just finished storming an armory and were in the process of arming our allies inside the city when the whole neighborhood just blew up. Good thing we had pushed out to form a security cordon or the explosion would have taken us out as well. So from the rubble we picked ourselves out and learned that the entire city had banded together to kick us out.With no real way to retreat out of those narrow streets we were forced to fight for our lives in the rubble. Praying to the judge that the remainder of the republic's army would hurry up. All we had were the shot up remnants of the battalion, who had fought two major actions earlier that day. The first was in the middle of a dust storm, cut all visibility. Annihilated one of our companies in the dust before we could even see what was shooting them. Second was storming the Gash, the main defensive fortification into Todesfelsen. In those streets, in that rubble we fought for our lives. The Blood Suns storming over ruined houses and fallen buildings, endless and unyielding. They drove us from our forward positions and pressed in on all sides. They got in close, close enough for a man with a bundle of explosives. I had to engage with my pistol or we would have ended up like the armory. But there were to many, it wasnt long before one shouldered his rifle at me. I saw him and he saw me, no time to turn to engage him, and if it wasnt for the masked woman on the rooftop, well I wouldnt be here at all.Its been years Tanq, Im not sure if the bundling charge is embellished but its war stories, you gotta exaggerate a bit.
>>4551587>>4551606An embellished from the capture of a city by the second youngest person in history to do so sounds good.A joke can probably be made how Richter has mostly been in just about every kind of warfare except the conventional tank fights he was trained for. From fighting a boss battle against a landship, to fighting tank battles equipped with only machine guns, to taking a tank into a cramped city fight, to running counter-insurgency operations in tanks.
>>4551598>>4551601>>4551602>>4551606>>4551879Sorry about the delay, update's on its way. War stories!
It sounded like they had started with their best foot forward- and you didn’t know how much about your time in Ellowie you could share, but your Sosaldt adventure had been covered in papers, on top of likely being the peak of your accomplishments anyways. There wasn’t much to boast about, recently, though it was probably best to downplay what had happened where you could. The truth of it was plenty larger than life without aggrandizement, but maybe you’d do it by accident anyways.“…Well. It’s a long story, so I’ll try to get to get to the most interesting parts.”The preamble went more quickly than you thought. The official story- that your fiancée was kidnapped, and you took a group of men and equipment out to get her. It was all heavily truncated, as you wanted to hurry on to Sosaldt- and the fledgling Republic. “The person in charge of the Republic then, as now, was….” Is, you meant? “A friend of mine. Signy Vang, though she’d taken the name Cyclops.” The complications with Loch and the rest felt irrelevant to your part in all of this. Certain exceptions such as Liemanner’s bizarre plans were also left out- you could only assume whatever it was, had been spoiled by the rise of Mittelsosalia anyways. After a brief summary of the situation and the people involved, you went on. “There was to be a great battle. The birth of the Republic proper, as what it could gather together and make ready made for Wossehnalia, to march upon Todesfelsen, where those mercenaries had gone back to.” A small detail- though their banner when you met had been the Blood Suns, a mercenary conglomerate that was commissioned by the Southern Cities, the actual band was called the Death Heads- such was the name you knew them by then, though not before. “From what we’d brought, and a collection of tractors and trucks with armor and guns bolted onto them, I was given leadership of the Republic’s First Mechanized Battalion. To Strossvald I was Lieutenant, but there, I was given the title Kommandant.”“Must have charmed that Cyclops lady something fierce to put a Lieutenant in charge of a Battalion,” Hausen observed.You couldn’t help but grimace uncomfortably. You’d thought to mention how you met your fiancée, as well as Signy, but it was so far back.“Sore spot?”“No, it’s just complicated.” Now wasn’t the time to get sidetracked, especially not with something that wasn’t an ongoing awkwardness anyways. She’d just been drunk. It wasn’t how she really felt. “And not the point. She trusted me, and there wasn’t exactly many former army officers hanging around in that part of Sosaldt. The person in charge of the normal affairs of the unit was a former corporal.”
“Former corporal, huh,” Hausen looked back to Schafer, “Hey, think I can get a transfer to Mittelsosalia?”“Hmph, bet they weren’t lookin’ for your kind of corporal,” Schafer said back. “Quit interruptin’. Only time he’s fought so far was that duel and the mountains thing. Th’ fuck did you end up in front of them, anyways…never mind.”You swallowed on that, forgetting during the recounting that the strangeness of the mountains in their spiritual season had only been circumvented through use of a ghost. Autobiography of a madman. “So, that battle on the way to and in Todesfelsen…we came up and attacked one of their fortifications first, to lure them out of the city and into a trap. During that, I was almost killed by a sniper. I got lucky.” More like, you were lucky enough to have Maddalyn in the tank. You’d forgotten to mention she’d been rescued at that point, and that you’d taken her into battle. The Riverman was one of those things that really couldn’t be explained, so you left out his contributions. “After that, we retreated to draw the bulk of the enemy out, so that flanking forces could close on them and destroy them, but, a portion of our forces were in trouble, in their delaying efforts so we could get away. So we went back in to help them, but by then, a huge dust storm had come up. One we expected, but still…”From there you recounted what you could of that frenetic struggle, where every fight was a knife fight, you couldn’t see a thing, where even keeping your formations together was a struggle. Where at one point, one of your entire companies was blown away without you even seeing it. Yet you made it- you found the stragglers of the White Eyes, rescued them- recalled the relief at finding Viska again, though she had lost an arm, you had saved those who had given their all in ensuring you could slip away.Now look where they’ve ended up.…From there the city had descended into chaos. Right, it was because of elements rising up after the main Death Heads force had been routed in the field. You were trying to keep to the battle details, but memories flooded back of all the moving parts involved- all the people. Maddalyn had been shot in the battle in the dust storm, and had remained behind when it came time to attack Todesfelsen. Yet here, Anya had joined you. Despite having been an enemy the same day. It was baffling then, but now, you knew why. Her place had never really been that city, and her home had never been that town.
The claustrophobia of Todesfelsen’s streets, crawling from street to street. Anya being wounded, and defying reason to go and do her own thing in a way that admittedly saved many lives. The attack towards the armory, its taking, then, on pure caution on your part- you were far enough away from the armory to avoid being blown away like your militia allies had been. You recalled the ringing in your ears, the deafness, the dust and ruins, as you were assailed right after by a motivated enemy assault. It was a blur, now, how you’d chased after an element of the battalion that had been separated, how the battalion elsewhere stood its ground, died in place. How your life had been saved by Hilda once again, and the Iron Hogs appeared to relieve you at the end of the desperate battle.Thinking of that reminded you of Illger again. Another memory that was dead now. You hadn’t known him as well as Viska, but there was some regret there as well. A same feeling, that his demise could have been prevented. Though was he really dead? His nickname implied a sort of inability to be killed. Everybody seemed certain of it, though.That was all of the battle. You didn’t want to think about the executions you ordered. You didn’t need to recount sleeping with your head on Hilda’s lap. You didn’t remember the person you once were, when you were able to accomplish this story you’d told as though you were there, but as an observer.“Sounds like you’ve already had your share of fighting where we’re set to be going,” a new voice said.“Eh?” you blinked and looked to the new listener, “How long have you been there? Who are you?”“Vehrlors told me to come over,” the man said, a smooth faced, tight eyed man with a checkered muffler around his throat and an easy smile, a strangely familiar one. “You’re Lieutenant Von Tracht? I’m Lieutenant Oskar Van Halm. We’ll be a tank pair.”Oskar…Van Halm? “Do you have a brother?” you asked.“One about your age, yeah. He was at the Armor Academy in…wait, yeah, you’d be in the same year, wouldn’t you? You friends?”“…No, I just know of him,” you muttered. “How long have you been listening?”“Since the part in the mountains. You were on a roll, so I didn’t want to butt in. Came around to remind too that we’ve got to go off to the briefing in about an hour.” Judge Above, had you been talking that long? “That stew smells about done?”“Give it another few minutes,” Schafer said. You hadn’t noticed the stew’s development, but the smell had crept up on you. A comfortable scent in winter, that warmed just from inhaling it.“I’ve been waiting for my other crew to arrive, too,” you mentioned.
“Your retinue, yeah?” Van Halm assumed, “Would they have not arrived with you?”“N-no, they aren’t my retinue.” You only had one retinue, and you did not shackle her to your person. “They are my crew, though. They were with me through that whole tale, and to now.” A pause. “You said tank pair?”“Yeah.” Oskar signed with his hands, “Battle line doesn’t work so well how we do it. We like to keep loose. You have five tanks in a platoon like normal, but you’re split up further into pairs, and the platoon leader stays with one pair or goes to the other. Less firepower concentration, but better coverage. Works better for getting that first shot.” Oskar slipped his hands in his pockets, “Speaking of tank fighting, funny thing, I noticed that you haven’t exactly been in a single traditional tank fight through that story, have you? Over open ground, with plenty of distance?”“Well, I’ve been in a few now,” you said, “But no, that escapade was…unusual. Unusual in many ways.”“Don’t know if you’d be glad to know it or not,” Oskar said, “They’ll talk further on it in the briefing, but it’s pretty clear we’re headed to Sosaldt, probably to Mittelsosalia. Maybe we’ll pass by some familiar places for you, yeah?” He studied your face, “What do you think of the place? You left it and came back here and got a court martial for your trouble, but see, you’ve been there, and I haven’t. Mind helping your buddy out?”You weren’t sure if you wanted to call anybody that looked like Van Halm from the academy your buddy, but considering that the primary method of improvement in the Silver Lances seemed to be everybody’s varied experiences…>You left because your work there was done. You didn’t end up minding it too terribly, but there wasn’t anything more to do.>Getting in and out of there as fast as possible was priority then as it is now. You’d rather not be nostalgic for the place or its individualistic, bellicose people.>You didn’t leave because of contempt, but because you were of Strossvald. If you were to boast, you’d say that your uncle had earned his fame in Sosaldt as well. For what it was worth, you had some fondness for the idea you might be the influence you were.>Other?
>>4553616>You didn’t leave because of contempt, but because you were of Strossvald. If you were to boast, you’d say that your uncle had earned his fame in Sosaldt as well. For what it was worth, you had some fondness for the idea you might be the influence you were.
>>4553616>>You left because your work there was done. You didn’t end up minding it too terribly, but there wasn’t anything more to do.
>>4553616>>You left because your work there was done. You didn’t end up minding it too terribly, but there wasn’t anything more to do.Sosaldt can stay that way. A lot of those memories have bad endings, even if what Richter accomplished there was good.
>>4553616>You left because your work there was done. You didn’t end up minding it too terribly, but there wasn’t anything more to do.
>>4553616>>Getting in and out of there as fast as possible was priority then as it is now. You’d rather not be nostalgic for the place or its individualistic, bellicose people.
>You left because your work there was done. You didn’t end up minding it too terribly, but there wasn’t anything more to do.We couldn't leave fast enough. Signy wants the Republic in a war when it doesn't even have any proper domestic industries to support a long war. There is only so much she can buy before her money runs out or airlifted in. Considering those guys in the south that controlled the port cities were aligned against her.
>>4554246Sorry I highlighted the wrong option. I meant to quote>Getting in and out of there as fast as possible was priority then as it is now. You’d rather not be nostalgic for the place or its individualistic, bellicose people.
>>4553678Twas a holiday.>>4553945>>4554250Judge Above get me out of this dustbin before it becomes a pit.>>4553698>>4553719>>4553838>>4553862>>4553957Apparently not as finished as you thought.Writing.
“Well, I think it’s best if it can stay the way it is now. I didn’t mind it too terribly, but there wasn’t much else to do.” Was there, though? Perhaps nothing you could have made any better. “I did my part. It’s dusty and barren, the wastes don’t have much in the way of tall vegetation, and when the winds kick up everything’s filthy in an instant. The people are what you can expect, but I found myself not feeling contempt for them, by the end.” Fighting alongside plenty of them encouraged such, even if most thought Sosaldt was full of nothing but burnouts and exiles, and malicious sorts who went merely to exploit the lawlessness. “So an easy time, then?” Oskar asked sardonically, “You don’t have the opinion I’d expect. Folks from the border and the cauldron talk about the whole lot like they’re mad lepers, or utter barbarians.”“Maybe some of them,” you could think of a few, certainly, “I think they mostly just want to live. If they’re given a strong reason to fight, I think they’re well motivated, and they’re no strangers to a shootout.” An uncertain thought, given that the cynicism the place was spoken of didn’t mesh with Signy’s idealism, but look at where she was now, for that. “Half think you were staving off going native like your uncle. Or expatriate, heh.”“You know of Heller Von Tracht?” you blinked, pleasantly surprised for but a moment, but, “…I’m not him.”“I don’t know much about him, but maybe that’s for the bet-“ Oskar paused and looked over your shoulder, “Oh, looks like your boys are around.” He slapped your shoulder, “I’ll leave you to this then. Want me to come back and get you when it’s time for briefing?”“Er, sure,” you thought this rather abrupt, and as he left, you couldn’t help but feel that this man had gotten a lot from you while you hadn’t gotten much measure of him at all. Was that on purpose?
They were dressed in their plain, black tanker uniforms, same as you’d seen them last, but changed out to either be cleaner or less beaten. Jorgen had a spring in his step, the swarthy northerner clearly still riding high off a holiday, while Malachi was slouched in a way you hadn’t seen before, like he felt a hundred eyes on him. He looked around constantly, more guarded than he’d ever been, and it didn’t help that Hausen was narrowing his eyes at the man whose face was concealed under wrappings and goggles.“Heiaheii,” Jorgen came up and gave you a friendly shove that nearly knocked you over, “Hou’s yaer break gaene?”“Oh, Judge Above, that’s the worst I’ve ever heard…” Schafer grumbled as he tasted the stew and threw a pinch of salt in.“Huh? Well, it was alright. I stayed with my wife a couple of days.”“Ahhh, waefes,” Jorgen nodded approvingly, “Treaeta getta gaerl faer Malla,” he whispered loudly, “Baet ‘ewaen’t bite! Baeg chaest, smael chest, laettle waemen baeg gaerl, hae’ll die a vaergin!”Malachi had no comment, as he was returning Hausen’s glare and furtively adjusting his masking. You yourself had no comment on Jorgen’s efforts to…introduce him to female company. Besides that Malachi wasn’t timid in informing on his tastes.“An’ yae?” Jorgen leaned forward, “Yae a man, now?”>That’s not something you want to talk about.>Yes.>What?>Other?
>>4554519>That’s not something you want to talk about
>>4554519>Other? ("A man, doesn't kiss and tell. What happens between my wife and myself will stay between us.")
>>4554519>>What?Accent's comin' in reaaal thick right now Jorgen, can't understand a word you're sayin'. Anyways come meet the rest of the crew, you can talk with Hausen, maybe Mal likes courtesans.
>>4554519>>Other?"That's for me to know, and you to find out!"
Sorry for the lag, people, just getting the gears spinning again.>>4554538I'd rather not.>>4554544Boasting about my and my wife's intimate interactions is unseemly.>>4554733Say that in New Nauk, please.>>4555002Need to know basis.Writing!
Yaegir custom must not have put barriers between men when it came to interactions between a man and his wife. Either that, or your loader was particularly open. He had told the story of how he’d exiled himself by sleeping with his spouse’s twin sister as a humorous event in his life, after all. However, you still weren’t keen on sharing even an implication. “I must have misheard what you asked about, but regardless, I am not a man who kisses and tells. If you want to know more, I’m not the one to ask.”Jorgen closed his eyes pensively, shook his head, and put a large hand on your shoulder. “Aaahh, yae gaetta be assertaeve, bossman. Daen’t wahrry, I beleavenyu.”That wasn’t really… “Okay. Anyways.” You turned to Hausen, “These are my crewmen, Soldat Malachi and Coporal Jorgen,” you pointed to them respectively, thinking of how you might distract Hausen’s attention to Malachi’s concealment of his identity, “Malachi, Jorgen, these are Lance Corporal Hausen and Sergeant Schafer. I’ve been trading stories with them, and…er, Jorgen,” Malachi wouldn’t be able to feign interest in this, you knew, but the more aggressive man certainly could, “Have you ever seen a Paellan woman?”Jorgen gave you a look like he didn’t even know where Paelli was on a map, but the look you returned was a plead you hoped he could understand with smoldering glares being exchanged in front of you. “…Caen’tse aever saen one,” he looked to Hausen, “Taell mebout ‘em.”Haussen blinked, not ready to be inquired about it, before biting hard on the bait to indulge in a passionate subject. It let you lead Malachi by the cooking pot, where Sieg had loped up. The dog sniffed curiously at Malachi, and sat next to him on the ground as the mountain man sat and rubbed the dog’s head.“Great,” Schafer muttered, “I thought I’d had ‘is spiel for the day. Now ‘e’ll be chattering on that bollocks all night.” He glanced up at Malachi disinterestedly, “Don’t suppose you don’t talk funny, do you?”“Nuu.” Malachi said.“Of course.” Schafer looked down again, “Well, the mask is creepy, but Sieg likes you, and animals don’t midjudge people, I say.” Sieg gave Schafer a hopeful look with the stew. “This isn’t for you,” Schafer scolded, “You’ll probably beg some off somebody anyhow. Bad habits, swear.” Schafer leaned over and picked up a clutch of steel pots, lidded, with wire and wood handles. “Work for y’ pay like the rest of us, Sieg. Go tell the platoon grub’s hot.”-----
Schafer turned out to be a competent cook, and your m/32B was moved in soon after quiet eating ended, but as your new crew was with the old in checking it over, it came time for the briefing, as Lieutenant Van Halm came to remind you. You thought that you’d meet the other platoon officers then and there, but Oskar told you they had already gone ahead with Captain Vehrlors on ahead. You’d meet them at the headquarters tent, you figured then. The tent was an open sort, how it had to be, having to house the officers of the entire reserve battalion, and at the head, in a uniform that was fancy but nothing like the normal for Strossvald’s generals, was the reserve panzer battalion’s commander- Colonel Paul Jagdmeister, a man you knew little of at least presently- you must have known of him before. The sharp glare in his eyes and the stark white grey at his temples beneath a receding crown of short black hair spoke of somebody with a ferocity to them, even from some distance away, as you and the platoon officers were. Your company commander sat with the others directly below the Colonel, in a row in the very front.Jagdmeister took out his pocket watch and eyed it for a solid minute, glancing upwards every so often, and when the appointed second came, he wasted no time in asking after attendance. You were either there, or you were wrong.“Officers of the Reserve Panzer Battalion,” Jagdmeister announced loudly, in a deep, clear voice. “As per the preliminary delivered to you, the Silver Lances have been commissioned by the Republican Government-in-Exile of Ellowie, to aid their forces and those of their allies of the Republic of Mittelsosalia in battles against their enemies to the north, until either victory is ensured, or the period of our two month commission expires. The particular maneuevers and order of battle are not privy to us yet, but if we are to fight effectively, the unit must be aware of the circumstances we are entering, especially since tomorrow, we will move into Mittelsosalia and prepare to join their forces on the line. We’ll have very little time to be acclimated, so pay close attention now.” Jagdmeister tapped his baton on a projection screen, and the lamps dimmed, and a projector shone a monochrome image of a map; familiar territory, labeled with two flags familiar, and one not- the flag of Mittelsosalia, maybe? Two bars, a ring with a cruciform star inside, and four stars around it.
“First of all, the present situation. Intelligence is clear that the current fighting is in northern Sosaldt, not in Netilland, with no present commitment by Netilland, though the factions in North Sosaldt have aligned themselves with Netilland, in reaction to Mittelsosalia’s expansion. Make no mistake, this will change. No one is under the impression that this is a conflict between Sosaldtians, especially not since the repeated air raids by the Ellowian Air Force upon Netillian military targets upon their soil and in occupied territory.”Another click, as slides were changed and the map from before was now overlaid with markers showing airbases, and paths of flight. It was clear that offensives had taken place to seize the territory these airbases were at, though the ranges involved still seemed quite far, in your admittedly inexpert opinion.“This brings us to the composition of our allies,” Jagdmeister boomed as the slides changed, “The Army of the Republic of Mittelsosalia, as well as the Ellowian Army at present, are quite under-equipped. The former because of their recent formation and the lack of heavy military industry in their new country, and the latter because of the logistical impossibility of withdrawing an army from its country while also keeping all of its heavy equipment. In the first place, it is a miracle that they have extracted their air force in its state, where it has embarrassed and defeated the Netillians over their own skies. We will represent a major portion of both heavy and mobile forces available.”Another click, another slide. The listed fellow mechanized units were not reassuring in numbers. The Ellowian Air Force would have to pull more than their weight.“Also important is the question of sustainability,” the Colonel said seriously, “Given industrial estimates of Mittelsosalia, and assumptions of their monetary assets when concerning their purchasing power of equipment, the alliance of Republics is ill-suited to a long term war. We have been commissioned for two months, but they are unlikely to be able to sustain a full-front offensive for more than two weeks, by analyst estimates. By then, they will either have had to win, or drawn the necessary support to replenish the spent assets. What this means for us,” another slide, “Is that we will have much demanded of us. Netillian Military Command will know that time is on their side. We must be tenacious and aggressive enough for there to be no option but to face us in battle. Battle, which we shall dominate in, as we must.”The slides changed, and familiar diagrams of Netillian vehicles and weaponry appeared.
“The Netillian war machine has been undergoing a rapid and large scale transformation after their conquest of Ellowie,” Jagdmeister said, “but this has caused a vulnerability. They are like a crab that has shed its exoskeleton in growing larger, but their new shell has not hardened yet. Do not underestimate your enemy, but know that you face a bloated enemy. An enemy that has a materiel advantage over our allies, however, and repeated battle will harden them more rapidly if they are not dealt blows too heavy to endure.”He cracked his baton into his palm, and tilted his neck, a deep frown on his face. “Onto the subject of command.” Click. Pictures of what appeared to be a general, and a young lady with a white long coat and an eye patch, with a grim expression that you had never seen on Signy. “Field Marshall Karolus Rummel, commander of the Ellowian Army in Exile. It is under his command that we have been placed, by authority of the Ellowian Republic, but we are more likely to be directly aiding the forces of Mittelsosalia. On the right is the warlord Signy Vang, called Cyclops as a nom de guerre. Despite that they will be our allies, if you are given a command by a Mittelsosalian higher officer, you are to remind them that we are commissioned to the Ellowian Government and Field Marshall Rummel, not to a twenty year old young lady. However, as an allied head of state, I will remind you all to mind your manners, especially as she has taken up an active part in the front. Remember that you represent the best of the Archduchy.”Another click. Up there was Wladysaw XI, in front of a contingent of what you recognized as his Gendarmes. “Reports just today have revealed, as well, another reason we must be hasty. Ellowian Air Attacks have caused significant unrest in occupied territories. Their people have been inspired by the sight of their pilots over their skies once more, and the general uprising has been joined by units of what was meant to be a puppet government under the old royal line of Ellowie, but evidently, he has gotten his own ideas. Their situation is similar, in that they will not last long without direct intervention upon the front, but even more dangerous is the risk of drawing in Twaryian involvement, to the east. They are presently hampered by insurgent uprisings and border troubles to the south, intelligence has said, but we will not know how long this delay will have.”
Click, and a slide, showing Netilland, and pictures of what you recognized to be UGZs. “They are not the only factor to be cognizant of. The people of Netilland are known to be oppressed by their military government, to the point that many political dissidents have been imprisoned in reformation camps, or work transfer centers. If we strike hard and quickly, and hand a defeat to the Netillians that they cannot ignore, then the confidence, and thus fear, of the military government will be undermined. Such is one of the most important reasons why we must win and win quickly.”There was more to the briefing- the more mundane, chains of command, replenishment procedure, the specifics of enemy materiel, as well as that of your allies. Though you had to confess to yourself…that you were discomforted by not being in a more relevant position than you were now, for this. In Sosaldt you had been Kommandant, and in Ellowie, you had been both advisor and in-effect commander of a company, and influential in more ways than being an individual tank commander. Was it arrogance? No, but perhaps, out of any time to test your mettle, you felt the least confident in your abilities now.Time came for queries- from the company commanders, not the rest of the lot of you. One of them raised his hand, and queried after…>You aren’t in a place to ask questions yourself- but the company commanders are, and they’ve probably thought of things you’d consider and better anyways. Such as…Of course, anything that would appreciate being cleared up that would have been covered in detail, is also acceptable to ask after.
>>4555662Just to clarify, so we're engaging the Northern Lords instead and then pushing into the Netillian occupation zone instead of taking the route that Richter took? Or are we pushing into Netilland proper?Other than that honestly I think Richter probably knows the most about current affairs more than anyone else in the tent right now.
>>4555701>Just to clarify, so we're engaging the Northern Lords instead and then pushing into the Netillian occupation zone instead of taking the route that Richter took? Or are we pushing into Netilland proper?This is the case. There was Ellowian presence in the funnel, yes, but it isn't the avenue of advance. It's into the Northern Lords' territory, then further into Netilland, at least, from what is predicted.
>>4555662Are the Northern Lords the only one we'll be initially fighting or has Netilland deployed forces to assist them? It seems like keeping the fighting out of Ellowie for as long as possible would be a priority for them.Whats the make up of the Northern Lord formations we'll be expected to directly engage. Modern export equipment or the usual scattering of second hand vehicles in Sosaldt? Are we just destroying their maneuver formations and bypassing cities in the rush to get into Ellowie or will the Republic/Ellowie army be sieging hold outs that threaten supply line from Mittelsosalia.You dont have to answer my questions Tanq, I understand that I maybe asking alot just to soothe my own curiosity.
>>4555662Preface, this can be answered later when it's more appropriate.What kind of battlefield support can we expect from our allies? Will the air force be available for close air support?What are the relative force numbers? Are we decidedly outnumbered?Say what you will, it will be a fresh experience for Richter to focus alone on his tank, crew and objective for at least the short term.Also it sounds like we won't be seeing the King and Wielzci unless they are fantastically successful and instead working very closely with Eyebrows.
What to expect from the twarian? I honestly thought this war would start when nettilian and twaryan throat.I see no way of winning against nettilian already geared up against a real country and then with what is left liberate the south.What if the twarian just take advantage of the situation and attack when both side are at their lowest. It seems completely non-sensical to me.
>>4555662Any other nations giving support to the Republic? Can't just be the Lances being hired.
>>4556455(Just to note I know about the Griffin Company, just want to see what the Archduchy knows about it in character)
I return.>>4555879The Sosaldtians and the unit's purpose.>>4556170Allied support and relative numbers.>>4556391What about the easterners? Note on how this seems ill advised to say the least.>>4556455Anybody else attending this party?Writing, right after I draw Cegremo as a woman.>>4556170So you have Elbows and Eyebrows, what anatomy identifies everybody else, I wonder.Don't answer that.
Also meant to attach this last post but, though this was said in text, structure of division. In general.
>>4556675Nice pic, but why are the battalions brigades and the regiments division' sized? So the Archduchy is sending the equivalent of a full corps into Sosaldt with the Lances?
>>4556707Because I goofed on the markings :^)
>>4556713Specifically, I put Xs instead of lines because of brain rot, presumably.
>>4556713Lol it's alright. Do you have a diagram for what the rest of our platoon is using tanks-wise?
>>4556748Not yet, but they've all got m/32s. Your platoon leader has the new variant with a 5cm cannon instead of a 3.7 cm.
>>4556675Any reason why the Reserve Unit is a battalion and not a regiment? Not enough modern-ish tanks to go around?
“Have the Netillians deployed any forces south yet?” the Company Commander asked, “It must hardly be a mystery what the objective of this is now. The longer they keep the fighting away from their territories both occupied and not, the better, so logically they would wish to fight in Sosaldt?”“They are not doing it yet,” Jagdmeister said, “But they should be expected to. We can’t read their minds.”“What about other interests than the Archduchy’s?” Another company commander asked, “Is Strossvald the only one sending aid to this alliance? And are we all?”“That has not been made known.”“Then may I be pardoned for being skeptical of our chances, Herr Oberst.” The same company commander said with a tone lacking in enthusiasm, “Considering that Netilland has only grown stronger and would be prepared to fight a more intimidating force than that of an republic exiled of its own lands and a mob of brigand troops.”“If the situation turns for the worse, we will not sacrifice ourselves for a cause beyond reasonable hope,” Jagdmeister said firmly, not showing any offense if he took it, “However, I would remind for those whom were not present, Hauptmann Schlosser, that the fighting men of Paelli were dismissed as chocolate cream soldiers, conscripts dressed like show animals and dandies more ready for a ball than battle. Yet in spite of their failures, we were victorious still. You will find a better opinion of our allies here than of then, here.”The particularly mouthy company commander leaned back with a huffy sigh, but you could understand why he had spoken up in the way he did. Ellowian soldiery was a high pedigree, and Mittelsosalia’s troops came from a stock of people used to adversity and violence, but it was difficult to see them prevailing with the speed said to be needed over a force like Netilland’s. You’d seen them idle and in action as well, and they were far from feeble. Would the bloat mentioned be enough to tip the imbalance? Perhaps if you had a better perspective on the gap between the mentioned Paellans and Kallec, you’d be more optimistic?
The gap between your allies and your now enemies had been made clear enough. The Ellowian air force, by some well planned miracle, had escaped largely intact, and held dominion over the skies in Sosaldt, and to a degree, in Netilland to. Their continued operation couldn’t be counted on, however. Sosaldtian dust wrought havoc on aircraft’s sustained operations, and the Ellowians had no war machine to produce spares any more. Heavy weaponry such as armor and artillery was also at a premium. Not nonexistent, but not particularly more numerous than what Mittelsosalia had. The latter’s heavier equipment was better than what you’d last seen them with, though that was not saying very much. The improvised mechanisms the Guillotines had called tanks were mostly gone, from the looks of things, replaced with what were frankly still garage creations but of a level of expertise above- they were based upon what looked like proper hulls and chassis, many of what was shown being an imitation of the converted Netillian turreted tankette design popular in the region. Enough to outfit a division- as well as the curious addition of Reich model tanks. Older ones, but probably the best available to the Republic nevertheless. Loch’s strings, presumably, but was it the equipment alone or had crews come along as well?The forces of the Northern Confederation, the looser rival state that had formed to oppose Mittelsosalia, were not sold as particularly intimidating compared to the Republic and Ellowie. They were less organized than even the Mittelsosalian Army, and less well equipped, as though Netilland had offloaded some old equipment and artillery upon them, you knew well that the Netillians were too focused on equipping their own rapidly expanding army to lavish generosity upon brigand gangs to their south. Their association was one of nonaggression, and only the most tenuous of cooperation, because of the threat to Netilland, not to the “Northern Lords.” Despite being no better equipped in general than the Republic of Mittelsosalia had been back when it was referred to as Vang, they were known as tough fighters. Factions in the north had done battle with Netilland- and even won in the past.
Meanwhile, the Netillian armed forces readied for the south were apparently not the best. Those were arrayed ready for aggression from Twaryi. That didn’t mean they were easy opponents, however, as though they weren’t as well equipped as the forces to the east, they were still numerous, and easily had materiel superiority. They weren’t remarkable beyond that they were indeed an equipped and trained army, and thus not to be underestimated. For what it was worth, Jagdmeister had placed the Netillians below the Kalleans, largely based off of aggression and ferocity.The question of numbers was a relevant one, as well. The Northern Lords were decidedly outnumbered, and they were the only ones presently fighting, but if the Netillians went south, such would change. Intelligence suggested that the Netillians would not move the bulk of their forces south, however. The combination of the need to occupy Ellowian territory and put up a strong front against Twaryi significantly capped their response…but the potential for your allies to be significantly outnumbered was still there, if haste was not made, or if the Netillians had a second opinion and decided to risk their investments to ensure they had clear superiority of numbers. As it stood, the numbers weren’t certain, but the Netillian forces arrayed southwards were predicted to have an approximate ratio of 1.3-1 numbers against Republic Alliance, without counting their northern Sosaldt allies.This was all far over your head, of course, as a mere tank commander once again, but you appreciated knowing the general situation. Namely, that it wasn’t going to be a walk in the park. The actual plan of attack wasn’t up to somebody of Jagdmeister’s rank. That would apparently be gone over once you properly arrived in Mittelsosalia.The briefing after that was ended with little ceremony, and the officers all filed out in an orderly fashion. On the way back was when you actually got the opportunity to meet the other two lieutenants in your platoon, besides Van Halm. They were, inconveniently, brothers from the same family. A noble one- it tickled you a little that Vehrlors, clearly of common blood, was above the rest of all of you. That wouldn’t happen often in the normal army’s panzer units.
“So you are Von Tracht?” One of the similar looking men, the elder one, asked. “I am Von Rotehof.”“I’m Von Rotehof too,” the younger one said right after.The question they wanted of you was obvious. They were both auburn haired and of similar height, just below yours, but their methods of being out of uniform were different, as one wore a gorget at his throat while the other had chains dangling from his pockets that jangled as he walked. “…So I can call both of you Lieutenant Von Rotehof.” “He is Little Von Rotehof.” The elder one said.“What? No I’m not,” the other said testily.“He is,” Van Halm said, coming up beside, “He doesn’t want to be the new guy anymore.”Did that make the other Von Rotehof, Big Von Rotehof? “How new is he?”“He joined last year after the unit came back from Paelli,” Big Von Rotehof said, “On recommendation from others and myself. He really put the effort in to catch up to me.”“Anyways,” Little Van Rotehof said, “My name is Stevan, not Little. I wanted to ask, new guy, how’d you get in? Or, who recommended you?”“…Does it matter?” you squinted at the dark red haired man. Well, yes, it did. Captain Vehrlors had been very clear that the Silver Lances didn’t like secrets being kept. Still, though. “I think I’ve done well enough to be noticed.”“Yes but,” younger Von Rotenhof insisted, “By who? That by itself says something. You know who, don’t you? They certainly would’ve told you. Nobody’s come in here because a secret admirer noticed them doing good. My brother was in before me, but his word alone wasn’t enough, after all.”Of course, you knew who. Rather, you…sort of knew. There were things in the way, however. One was whether you were supposed to tell. The other main obstacle was…that you didn’t know her name. What were you supposed to say?>Say that you’re not supposed to tell. Even if that might make you come across as inappropriately secretive and suspect.>You were granted this position by a woman called The Major. You didn’t know her name. Only that she was a colossal bitch. In physical size as well as personality.>Maybe taking the piss would let you avoid the subject. Say that your Mommy put you in. It wouldn’t be untrue. “Mommy” couldn’t force anything down your throat now.>Other?
>>4557260>Any reason why the Reserve Unit is a battalion and not a regiment? Not enough modern-ish tanks to go around?The unit's role as an expeditionary one, mainly. It's easier to move around less tanks when they have to go a long way. As is, the Reserve Battalion is meant to be a reserve, but its commanders vehemently refuse to use it as such. It's a leaner in some ways, but bulkier in others. For example, a standard Strossvald armored division would not have the things presumed to be provided in the Battle Line, such as logistics support and artillery.
>>4557637>You were granted this position by a woman called The Major. You didn’t know her name. Only that she was a colossal bitch. In physical size as well as personality.
>>4557637>You were granted this position by a woman called The Major. You didn’t know her name. Only that she was a colossal bitch. In physical size as well as personality. We should get the Major a drink the next time we see her. Assuming this entire adventure isn't some sort of trap.
>>4557696>>4557698>>4557701>>4557735>>4557743Colossal Cunt, Big Bitch, Large Lady, Humongous Hussy, Whopping Woman, Massive Mommy.Writing.>>4557698What drink would it be, I wonder. Would you get it right this time?
What was there to hide, really. “I was placed here on the recommendation of a woman called the Major. I don’t know what her name is, just that she is a massive…ly unpleasant woman. In stature as well as personality.”A moment of confused silence. “A woman?” Van Halm repeated, “Of that rank?”“One of the territorial armies, maybe?” Elder Von Rotehof speculated, “A blue blooded woman could play army up to and until she had golden tassels on her shoulders.”“That doesn’t make no sense,” Stevan shot his elder brother down, “What would be the point of a noblewoman hiding her identity? Hell, you could narrow them down easy. How massive is this woman, new guy?”“Er…” you approximated with a hand, and that took everybody aback. “She wore heels most of the time, she’s really more around…” you scaled your arm down but your hand was still a good bit above your head, “Around here. Long black hair.”“…And the rest of her?” Van Halm asked curiously.“No.”Van Halm shrugged innocently.“That is a very, very tall woman,” the older brother observed readily, “There aren’t many that tall, let alone in a position of rank. If she was a noble, one could find out who she was with very little difficulty.”If you’d said this much already, there wasn’t much point in allowing more speculation in the wrong places. “She doesn’t have a name because she’s a member of the Intelligence Office,” you said flatly.The deathly silence after made the winter evening only more chilly, but you had been open with that. You hoped that you’d earn points for that, at least, even if you must have been the most suspicious person in the battalion, as far as your platoon members were concerned, now.It’d be nice if they didn’t spread that around.
Much as it would have been nice to spread out bedrolls and tents and get ready to sleep, the briefing you came back from didn’t instruct you to give news of a restful evening to your people new and old. No, you were to do checkups, pack everything, and be ready to leave as soon as you woke, which would be before the sun even rose next morning. Yet there was no grumbling, no complaints- the orders came from above, and it seemed, despite only knowing Hausen and Schafer for a matter of hours, they did not ask for explanation. They obeyed, as Malachi and Jorgen did, and when they worked, there was no glares, glances, or debate. Though doubtless they’d return, for now, labor demanded peace.How much labor would the coming days demand, you wondered, as you made a simple request of Hausen to do a simple trick that Hans did all of the time, which was to tune the tank’s radio into local broadcasting. Not for music, or opera, but for the news. There was no shortage of empty space in your head that needed the gaps filled, by any means necessary.So on it went, to a news channel, and despite the mess to the north, it seemed that today, attention had been direct…east. Fortuitous, though perhaps to be expected, since you were all going over there just next morning. The current report was on…>Growing unrest in occupied Ellowie, tinder catching light.>The Offensive of the Republic, the crucible for its future.>The flight of the Black Eagles, to claim the skies.Yes this is a brief perspective shift.
>>4558403>>Growing unrest in occupied Ellowie, tinder catching light.
>>4558403>I'm down with anything
>>4558403>Growing unrest in occupied Ellowie, tinder catching light.I want to see Richter's efforts over the past couple of months pay off.
>>4558403>>The Offensive of the Republic, the crucible for its future.
>>4558403>The Offensive of the Republic, the crucible for its future.
>>4558403>Growing unrest in occupied Ellowie, tinder catching lightThe Midland Rangers falling apart will probably be very, very nasty.
>>4558403>The Offensive of the Republic, the crucible for its future.Gotta prevent Signy from getting captured and gangraped to death.
>>4558403>Growing unrest in occupied Ellowie, tinder catching light
>>4558404>>4558445>>4558556>>4558693>>4558728The sparks are lighting, the iron is growing hot,>>4558452>>4558516>>4558669For the Republic!>>4558437Going back and marrying Mathilda and claiming it was an accident.Writing.No Ace Combat Pantsu
When Alpha Two’s first phase began, it was with a vengeful host from the sky. Ellowie’s famed air force returned to sow terror for its enemies, but more importantly, hope amongst its citizens. Over UGZ-09, the people stood atop roofs and crowded the streets, looking upward at a dogfight between fighters. Planes that were meant to be banned in those skies, but once-familiar shapes had appeared, bearing black checkers upon their wings. The Netillian response to them was shot down before the eyes of these hopeful watchers, and when a plane dove low, those on the rooftops said that the pilot, his plane bearing the black eagle of Ellowie, waved to those watching.The very next day, riots broke out all over the occupied country. The people had seen their champions whom they thought abandoned them, return- and they were impatient for their liberation. Yet the place the world looked to for a response, the Netillians included, was quiet. Yes, the Netillian puppet state was said to be impotent- but should the King Wladysaw XI be saying nothing? Yes, the Defense Council knew he was meant to be a patsy, but should he not come out in support? In Perlowieza, his seat, there was a deathly quiet over the city. The Netillian occupation troops were overwhelmed by the resistance that had come up all over, but the Gendarmes had not been called upon, nor volunteered, to serve in their capacity as Netilland’s allies.There was a reason. Yet it was something that needed to be so carefully handled. Powerful as the unrest was, the proper timing for an uprising required thought not being given by most. Yet here you were, in a quite important position for all of this…>…the crippled soldier with no name, Zoldak.>…the vanquished seeking redemption, Wielzci.>…bearer of the false crown that would become a blazing torch, the King.
>>4558837>>…the vanquished seeking redemption, Wielzci.>>…bearer of the false crown that would become a blazing torch, the King.Either one is fine.
>>4558837>>…bearer of the false crown that would become a blazing torch, the King.
>>4558837>…bearer of the false crown that would become a blazing torch, the King.
>>4558837>…bearer of the false crown that would become a blazing torch, the King
>>4558842>>4558850>>4558853>>4558861>>4558872>>4558882Well, it seems you're going macro, then.Writing.
So it begins.The metaphorical crown upon your head might as well have been false- you’d never placed a real one upon yourself. The only man who could crown a King of Ellowie was the Vilja Domrkarl, the Will of Saints, and without the approval of the divine, any king was merely a pretender before the Judge. Alas, you’d taken the Netillians’ offer, for the peace and pleasantries promised. Yet, somewhere along the way, that promised peaceful living had become a thing that the Netillians could no longer promise. With how far you had come and what you had done in life, could you deny yourself what simple thing you wished? Certainly not. You are Wladysaw Von Katski, the Eleventh of that Regnal name. When you were young, it had been insisted to you that your family would take the crown of Ellowie once more, but anybody else claimed such was mere fancy. From an early age, you’d believed such, and contented yourself with the life you had, with your personal maidservant, Mabel. Yet even your family was not satisfied with what they had, and fought one another fiercely still. That you grew to adulthood was good fortune that other members of the family could not claim, as they whittled the grand tree of Von Katski down in their petty squabbles over scraps.Here, you gambled the prize that so many of your family had coveted. Gambled it, for your peace of mind, that Von Katski, even if you lost, might be remembered as an ally of Ellowie’s people, at the very least. If you couldn’t have your peaceful life, you could at least lay the family down as worthy of respect once more.No respect that would have occurred to anybody before this, you thought as you paced the False Arboretum, sculptures of fictional trees casting shadows from red and yellow lamps above imitating a sun at dusk. You knew well how to not come across as a threat- it was how you had survived. The Netillians came seeking a docile puppet, and you presented every image of one. A luxuriant fop, somebody easy to control, easy to fool. The Netillian Neo-Nobility had a fetish for blood like yours- and you’d indulged women who sought to make a fool of you. You’d known their plans and gone through anyways, been toyed with by Netillian commanders, and licked at the table scraps of power that were allowed to fall through. The first was what had been most difficult though, if the most necessary to the illusion. Poor, poor Mabel. How furious she was, how poorly she hid it. For though she was the one who insisted most that a king ought to have a wife of status, you remembered well those many years ago, when you were still but boy and girl, that her lips had been the first you’d tasted.
The humiliations were all for a purpose, however. At first, the power you accumulated out of notice was merely for your safety, then, it was for the potential of revolt, as your mind had been turned. If you had gone through with your original plan, to assassinate the Minister of the People of Mittelsosalia, you wouldn’t be in this situation, as the exiled Republic of Ellowie would lose their safe haven…but would you have retained peace of mind? Who could know? This was the path you were now on, and it was far too late to change your mind, to preserve the peace you had rather than risk it all.Yet the power you accumulated, you thought as you paced the trees, was not enough. It would never be enough, if it was to avoid detection. The people of Ellowie were rising up, and joining with them gave a better chance, but still not good odds. No, the odds you needed…needed to be the equivalent of beginning a duel with a stab through the leg. Such was the benefit of your most recent, and most potent weapon in your arsenal. Netillian Republicans, dreaming of the democracy they had lost to the Military Council which you ostensibly obeyed, as High Protector. When you had finally managed to reach out to them, to meet them, they joined hands with you, with the coming opportunity. They couldn’t offer everything- they could not do that until it was sure that the Defense Party would topple with this effort. However, they could arrange one thing. A singular bolt in a quiver, that if shot correctly, might be just deadly enough. It was only one chance, and it would have to be a worthy target. Yet with it, would be your declaration of war- and of Ellowie’s independence. A move on the chess board to put the enemy into check, and to force them to sacrifice a piece to defend themselves…>Key members of the Military Council’s highest echelons, invited to a feast, a party. This had been arranged for some time, and not even the recent events were enough to dissuade some of these foolhearty, confident braggarts, who thought themselves invincible…yet held so much power and influence.>Upon an extravagant request for a pair of personal locomotives, personal aircraft, parade floats, would come no small amount of foreign help, that slipped through checkers made ignorant by allegiance or corruption. Soldiers donated from friends of Vynmark, and the aid of a pig-faced man’s company that General Kylborg of Vynmark had said were the finest money could buy…and they were at a discount.>A chance to send a portion of your forces to strike at the Netillian UGZs- the camps where they kept their own folk, the families and friends of those they intimidated, the political enemies of the Defense Party. With the current goings on, they were shockingly light-garrisoned…>Something else, requested specially of the Netillian Resistance. It’d have to be something worth it…but something you could do in their place, not something they’d do for you. (Write In)
>>4559041>>Upon an extravagant request for a pair of personal locomotives, personal aircraft, parade floats, would come no small amount of foreign help, that slipped through checkers made ignorant by allegiance or corruption. Soldiers donated from friends of Vynmark, and the aid of a pig-faced man’s company that General Kylborg of Vynmark had said were the finest money could buy…and they were at a discount.We need equipment and trained fighters more than anything else. Liberating the UGZs would just add to the masses of untrained and unarmed resistance fighters; they'll be liberated in time anyway. And the first option sounds just a bit too personal and unscrupulous for the king.
>>4559041>Key members of the Military Council’s highest echelons, invited to a feast, a party. This had been arranged for some time, and not even the recent events were enough to dissuade some of these foolhearty, confident braggarts, who thought themselves invincible…yet held so much power and influence.We can murder them, hold them hostage, frame their murders on others, so many options to destabilize Netilian leadership with.
>>4559041>Upon an extravagant request for a pair of personal locomotives, personal aircraft, parade floats, would come no small amount of foreign help, that slipped through checkers made ignorant by allegiance or corruption. Soldiers donated from friends of Vynmark, and the aid of a pig-faced man’s company that General Kylborg of Vynmark had said were the finest money could buy…and they were at a discount.
>>4559041>Key members of the Military Council’s highest echelons, invited to a feast, a party. This had been arranged for some time, and not even the recent events were enough to dissuade some of these foolhearty, confident braggarts, who thought themselves invincible…yet held so much power and influence.
>>4559041>Key members of the Military Council’s highest echelons, invited to a feast, a party. This had been arranged for some time, and not even the recent events were enough to dissuade some of these foolhearty, confident braggarts, who thought themselves invincible…yet held so much power and influence.If we can destabilize the Netillian leadership right before the war kicks off it could really their counter attack, split factions along fault lines and maybe even get the survivors believing their was an attempted coup at work in the homeland.Plus the King already thought about assassinating Signy, this isn't such a stretch.What I'm most curious about is why the Iron Hogs haven't been bought by the Republic or the Ellowian Army yet...
>>4559041>Key members of the Military Council’s highest echelons, invited to a feast, a party. This had been arranged for some time, and not even the recent events were enough to dissuade some of these foolhearty, confident braggarts, who thought themselves invincible…yet held so much power and influence.Hitting the leadership is the best application of limited fighting capacity.
>>4559080Switching to>Key members of the Military Council’s highest echelons, invited to a feast, a party. This had been arranged for some time, and not even the recent events were enough to dissuade some of these foolhearty, confident braggarts, who thought themselves invincible…yet held so much power and influence.
>>4559072Give me more men.>>4559077>>4559151>>4559184>>4559297>>4559302>>4559374Have a party, role playing as a secessionist holding everybody hostage as he declares independence. Except it wasn't role play.Writing, but I'm running a game today so I won't be updating until later today, probably.>>4559184>What I'm most curious about is why the Iron Hogs haven't been bought by the Republic or the Ellowian Army yet...This is all things that would have been prearranged, if you didn't take them here, they'd be bought up by those mentioned.
The opening move was most important, you thought as you exited the atrium, back towards where merrymaking was occurring in outright spite of the chaos all about the country. A show of confidence by these members of the so-called new nobility, while at the same time a distraction from it all. You hosted this distraction- a feast and party, actually planned and arranged for quite some time, but fortuitously timed still. This honey trap had, by design and influence of those Republic rebels, also drawn in some very important members of the Military Council’s upper echelons. Not all of them, that would be too good to be true, but four of ten was quite good enough. They were foolhardy sorts to begin with, and combined with the invincible afterglow of victory and their presumptions that you were but a useful idiot bought handily with the very same things you now entertained them with, they had bumbled into a trap completely unsuspecting. There were less significant members of Netillian upper society about in numbers, yes, but the prime catch were those of the very highest inner circle. They represented much power and influence by themselves, let alone all the hangers-on they had brought.All in all, it wasn’t difficult to keep that sociable grin on your face as you strode back out amongst the guests. For now, only a few gendarmes were standing about looking ineffectual, but on your timing and signal, plenty more, both uniformed and those disguised as servants, would be ready to spring into action. “Captain,” you said to one of the officers of your Royal Guard standing at the ready by the stairs up to the grand balcony over the ballroom, “I will be making my grand announcement in five minutes. See to it that the guests are ready to be attended to.”A stiff salute. “Right away, milord.” He was one of the pick of the litter from the prisoner of war camps. The rank and file of the troops you’d scrounged were far from impressive, save for those leached from the Combined Battalions, but you’d done your best to make sure they had competent leadership. That would at least strengthen their structure, if not their fighting spirit. Or so your advisors told you, including your friend General Kylborg. An absence at this party was your dear cousin Kamilia. Normally, she wouldn’t be caught dead missing an extravagance like this, and her reputation meant that some certainly eagerly expected her…but she seemed to have found her head very recently. Very oddly so. As though she was a completely different woman- and such oddity would be far more suspect than her absence. So she was shut away, with the excuse of digestive problems. The most shocking thing was how accepting she was of being ordered to do this.
A glance at your watch as you paced leisurely along- a goofy smile and a wave to Lady Warzen in recognition of many a promised and unfulfilled rendezvous. No, you were no stranger to playing the fool for more than a few of these people in one way or another. Yet when you stood over the lot, when they looked up to you today, they’d know for how long you’d been looking down upon them all.“Ladies and gentlemen!” you shouted from above, and chattering and murmuring continued as you beamed down at the unknowing lot, “Thank you all very much for joining me on this special occasion. Today, we will be celebrating your capture, and imprisonment!”Confused silence. You just couldn’t help being theatrical here. It wasn’t as though you’d gain anything by keeping them ignorant of their new captivity until you started properly making moves.“If any of you would seek to escape, I advise you do not make such an attempt. I have instructed my men to not hold back- as you would not do for any of Ellowie.” The Gendarmes marched in, and the servants drew their weapons. Even the supposed escort outside in Netillian Uniform, was made up of Republican turncoats. Or as they would put it, loyalists to the true legitimate government. “I would first like to announce our most distinguished guests,” you said, your smile steady and gentle, inverse to the threat you now presented yourself as, “Our most honored guests of the Military Council’s most senior members…”>Roll 1d10 four times to see who has been caught in the net. If you get a repeat number, roll again until you do not have a repeat roll.>1- The Supreme Commander-Militant, Marshall of the Armies>2- Vice-Commander in Chief>3- General of Internal Affairs>4- General of the Kommissariat>5- General of Finance>6- General of Industry>7- General of Public Welfare>8- Arch-Admiral of the Navy>9- Luftmeister General>10- General of Foreign Affairs
Rolled 4, 8, 10, 2 = 24 (4d10)>>4560302
>>4560320One per post if you will, only counting first one.
Rolled 7 (1d10)>>4560302
Rolled 1 (1d10)>>4560302
Rolled 9 (1d10)>>4560302Come on dice, daddy needs the Navy.
>>4560320>>4560417>>4560456>>4560465>The Marshall of the entire armed forces>The Kommissariat>The airforce commander Holy fucking shit. Not to mention the public welfare general will no doubt cause domestic disturbance.
>>4560474I assume the Supreme Commander-Militant is probably head of the Council as a whole as well given that its a military junta, which makes it even better lol.
It's pretty good, it'd only be better if we had gotten both the Supreme and the Vice Commander for maximum confusion. Hopefully this way people will think the Vice Commander is trying to take over while the Supreme is indisposed. I am however very very happy we got the Kommissariat. That'll cause all sorts of disruption.
Nice, this is a really a good haul.
What a crop it was. A couple of old faces from Langenachtfest, and a couple more. They would be having words with each other if given the chance. “…Good Luftmeister General, you needn’t worry about the flight of the Black Eagles any longer. Sir General of Public Welfare, how nice of you to check. Ah, the Kommissariat General, looking dapper, but who could possibly grace me further than his eminence, the Supreme Commander-Militant, Marshall of Netilland’s Armies?” Ah, if only the Vice-Commander in Chief could have been convinced to come. A complete decapitation would have been artful indeed, but what you caught was still nothing to sneeze at, especially for one whom most expected nothing from. “I rather admired your rise to power, Lord Supreme Commander-Militant,” you lectured to the stunned crowd, “You said everything the people wanted to hear, but more importantly, what the army wanted to hear. You’ve a talent for politics, that is undeniable. Yet of strategy and tactics? You could stand to improve your cunning, certainly. You saw what you wanted in me, much like Netilland saw what they wanted in you,” a wave of your finger, taunting, “Pity, pity. Maybe you can slip out of this predicament and learn for next time. Until then, continue to enjoy my hospitality, guests of honor, as well as the rest of you. Your new cage is very well appointed, after all.”So you left them gawping, murmuring, none so lacking in sense to raise a loud protest when surrounded by your gendarmes and armed servants. The game had started, and though you had cheated your way into being a few moves ahead, it was time to make the next one. So, you met with a couple of involved people. Not an official council by any means, but those you could hear the advice of. No proper council would include your head maid, after all, but outside of pomp and procedure, you trusted her words enough to hear them on an equal stage. Experience begat knowledge, and Mabel had shed enough blood for you for her to drown in it. As a monarch, it was only expected for a servant to act without question. As a man, however, your debt to her could never be repaid.The other figure was a representative of Netillian resurgent republicanism, a paper pusher who had kept out of the way of controversy, but had apparently made no small number of preparations for this. A squat, blonde Netinauk who had a tired look in his eyes, as though he had been awoken far too early for a task he didn’t want any part of.
“Mabel. Herr Maenesko,” the former bowed deeply, while the Netillian apparently had no inclination towards courtly manners. The opposite side of the coin from the neo-nobility, those who turned their nose up at any nobility or royal airs. “We’ve many a prisoner this evening. Most important among them, the Supreme Commander-Militant, the Kommissariat General, the Luftmeister General, and the General of Public Welfare. Would you mind informing my servant of the significance of such, Sublieutenant?”“The most important decisions of the army pass through the Supreme Commander-Militant,” the blonde man said with a stifled yawn, “That is disruption enough, of course, as suddenly necessary authority becomes either unobtainable or requiring of messy expedience, but more than that, the Supreme Commander-Militant bound the other heads of government together. Their rivalries will certain have no barriers now. The same is true of the structure of the Kommissariat, and the air force certainly did not need this removal of their high authority. Public Welfare…admittedly, their absence will not help anything, but I doubt the army will miss him terribly. I’d consider that he is a part of the high council more valuable than his proper role. The most vital things are that the Kommissariat will be in chaos, as the state’s enforcement mechanism, and that the Vice-Commander in Chief will struggle to take command of the ship without some measure of struggle.”“So then,” you moved to a small table and poured yourself a glass of white wine, “What to do with this catch, hm?” You had your own ideas, but you wanted to hear those of others, first.Maenesko had clearly been thinking about it too. “They should be kept prisoner until the reinstatement of the Republics, so they can be put on trial for treason. The knowledge in their heads has value, and they have worth as hostages.”“Hm,” a sip of wine. Dry as a desert. “And you, Mabel?”“Kill them.” She said coolly, “Their Supreme Commander Militant most importantly of all. If the Netillians put all of their effort into rescuing him, we may not be able to prevent his recapture. There is only one way to ensure that we have no risk of losing them as hostages, and that is to let them believe they are still alive, while we have made them impossible to recapture.”Maenesko blinked. “…I know the men of the NLF would love to see Netillian high officers lynched, but I don’t think that’s a wise course of action.”“They would not be publicly executed. They would be disposed of quietly and without notice, with every effort made to signal they are still present. Still in a position to cause apprehension amongst those who would take higher positions for their own.” Mabel looked to you, and bowed her head, “It is his Majesty’s decision either way, not Netilland’s, be they Republic or no.”
The Sublieutenant was not swayed. “If the Republic of Netilland was returned, his Majesty would find that handing over those who destroyed it would wipe away decades of enmity. There’s more to think about than the war of today.”Frankly, Maenesko’s overtures were being directed to the wrong person. The twitching of Mabel’s eyebrows told that she was immensely irritated with the man’s sarcastic tone in using your title, and truly, he would have found more favorable ground with the Ellowian Republic’s men, rather than you. Yet, his words were considered nevertheless.It only took the one glass of wine to reach a decision on that, as well as finalizing your thoughts on the other important step to take, now.>Keep these high officials prisoner. You’d never know when they’d be useful in ways more than denying them to your new foe. What sort of host would kill his guests, anyways?>These high members of the Military Council were too risky to keep around anywhere but in pieces in the ground. Their usefulness extended to them being kept out of the hands of those they ruled over.>Other?Also->Keep your insurrection secret for now. That would let you prepare for a potentially more decisive strike with your relatively low number of troops, with time and preparation, though time seemed rather short now…>Make your declaration of independence forthright, with all your troops assembled and ready. You would lose any advantage of surprise, but gain the advantage of publicity.>Other?
>>4560922>Other?Kill 1- The Supreme Commander-Militant, Marshall of the Armies and 4- General of the KommissariatAnd keep the other two alive and unknowing of the others fates, if possible it will help us fake it and the ones left alive won't be worth too much should they escape.Also>Keep your insurrection secret for now. That would let you prepare for a potentially more decisive strike with your relatively low number of troops, with time and preparation, though time seemed rather short now…
>>4560922>>Keep these high officials prisoner. You’d never know when they’d be useful in ways more than denying them to your new foe. What sort of host would kill his guests, anyways?>Keep your insurrection secret for now. That would let you prepare for a potentially more decisive strike with your relatively low number of troops, with time and preparation, though time seemed rather short now…
>>4560922>Keep these high officials prisoner. You’d never know when they’d be useful in ways more than denying them to your new foe. What sort of host would kill his guests, anyways?>Make your declaration of independence forthright, with all your troops assembled and ready. You would lose any advantage of surprise, but gain the advantage of publicity.Winning the hearts of the people is the most important thing.
>>4560922>Keep these high officials prisoner. You’d never know when they’d be useful in ways more than denying them to your new foe. What sort of host would kill his guests, anyways?Any kind of rescue effort will start with thorough recon. If the hostages are dead, Netillians will know it, and we won't know that they know. Also, they'll be immensely useful for political trade after the war. Ellowie still has to contend with Twaryi, after all.>BUT: hide them, or at least the Supreme Commander-Militant, where Netillians won't find them: in Mittelsosalia.>Keep every hostage under 24/7 supervision with orders to kill them in the event of possible recapture.>Make your declaration of independence forthright, with all your troops assembled and ready. You would lose any advantage of surprise, but gain the advantage of publicity.It's important for our future to join the rebellion before it looks like it can win. If we join in too late, we'll be seen as an opportunist and will have no end of political problems later.>BUT: do it after we have moved the prisoners to Mittelsosalia.
>>4560922>Keep these high officials prisoner. You’d never know when they’d be useful in ways more than denying them to your new foe. What sort of host would kill his guests, anyways?>Make your declaration of independence forthright, with all your troops assembled and ready. You would lose any advantage of surprise, but gain the advantage of publicity.Maybe one of the weaker willed ones can be convinced to make an admission of crimes over the radio in return for amnesty if the war starts taking a turn against Nettiland. The Ellowian airforce might be convinced to drop some finely notarized leaflets telling the Nettilian citizens what radio channel to tune in to to hear the crimes their government has committed against them.
>>4560922>>Keep these high officials prisoner. You’d never know when they’d be useful in ways more than denying them to your new foe. What sort of host would kill his guests, anyways?>>Keep your insurrection secret for now. That would let you prepare for a potentially more decisive strike with your relatively low number of troops, with time and preparation, though time seemed rather short now…Mabel's plan is dumb because any attempt by the Netillians to rescue the hostages would be devastating regardless of whether or not they actually succeed. Our best chance lies in convincing the Netillians that occupied Ellowie isn't worth fighting to the death over and that the only way to prevent their military from collapsing entirely is to pull back and focus on other threats. If they make our territory their focus in order to rescue the hostages or to reap vengeance for our having murdered them, we have no realistic way of stopping them and it won't matter whether the hostages are actually dead or not, because we will be.Our best move is to hold on to the hostages as a bargaining chip and make it clear that they'll be returned safely at the conclusion of hostilities, but any attempt to rescue them will result in their deaths. This way the Netillians will have to fight the war without their leaders, but it won't be worth it for them to strike back at us in order to free them because they'll risk losing everything.
>>4560922>Keep these high officials prisoner. You’d never know when they’d be useful in ways more than denying them to your new foe. What sort of host would kill his guests, anyways?>Make your declaration of independence forthright, with all your troops assembled and ready. You would lose any advantage of surprise, but gain the advantage of publicity.
>>4560922>Keep these high officials prisoner. You’d never know when they’d be useful in ways more than denying them to your new foe. What sort of host would kill his guests, anyways?>Make your declaration of independence forthright, with all your troops assembled and ready. You would lose any advantage of surprise, but gain the advantage of publicity.Wladyslaw still needs to deal with his own Republicans after this, having a public declaration as anons have mentioned is pretty important PR-wise for his chances of keeping the monarchy after this and keeping the prisoners would make it easier for the post-war government.
>>4560922It is a difficult balance>Keep these high officials prisoner. You’d never know when they’d be useful in ways more than denying them to your new foe. What sort of host would kill his guests, anyways?BUT SEPERATED. That way, anyone we lose won't compromise the others.Also it would be best to keep the fact that we've captured them a secret as long as possible to increase confusion and keep the Netillians from focusing on Wladyslaw.>Make your declaration of independence forthright, with all your troops assembled and ready. You would lose any advantage of surprise, but gain the advantage of publicity.It's a difficult decision between secrecy-safety plus increasing his chances of personal survival versus maximizing the Ellowian revolt and increasing his chances of political survival after the war.I also support as >>4561142suggests for trying to turn one of them.
>>4560930Kill>>4560932>>4560946>>4561142>>4561165>>4561257>>4561282>>4561375Keep prisoner.>>4561109Plan to move the prisoners to a more secure place. Well, less accessible place.>>4561142>>4561375See if any of them can't be turned into a useful quote generator. Hell, there's certainly that bioweapon plan that you've been enlightened of...>>4560930>>4560932>>4561165Keep the mask of servitude up as long as possible.>>4560946>>4561109>>4561142>>4561257>>4561282>>4561375Raise the banner of Ellowie once again! The only difference is that the eagle has a crown instead of laurels.Writing, won't be too long an update because the question of how to handle said prisoners seems like something necessary to address.
Mabel was a bloody minded woman, and maybe you were responsible for making her into such, with what you had asked of her over your lives. Alas, her counsel was not in line with your conclusion- the Netillian’s was. There was a risk of losing the hostages were they kept alive, yes, but there was so, so much more to gain with them, and if you were already gambling anyways, should you not do so with the mind that you would win?“We will be keeping our guests interned, and alive,” you declared. After all, what sort of host would murder his guests? The attendance of your parties would suffer terribly if you had such a reputation. “They will prove useful as bargaining chips, and perhaps…turned against one another. If only one was convinced to cooperate for his own benefit, we could make them into a machine to speak out against their own. Though, because of that, we will keep them separate. The last thing we can allow is for them to work together, hm?”“Yes, your Majesty,” Mabel bowed reverently, without a single question of your decision.“Furthermore,” you said, “Mabel, retrieve my uniform…no, not of the High Protector. The recreation of that of the office of the King. If I am to declare war upon Netilland, I shall not do so wearing the costume they prepared for a baboon. I must needs give my people hope, and mine enemies fear.”“…The Netillian Army may struggle to fear you, mighty king,” Maenesko said dismissively, “Not to rain upon your parade.”“Perhaps,” you said, “But I have learned deception well, don’t you think? Well enough to capture my counterpart in ruling, certainly.” Maenesko had no pessimistic response to that. “Speaking of such, they are to be kept in custody, but I have contemplated upon whom to give them to.” After all, they would be a lovely gift to wrap up and send to your counterparts in Mittelsosalia, but they could be more directly useful to you here…>The Black Eagles commanded the skies. It would be child’s play to send them south, where they were less likely to be able to be rescued.>As it was said, keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. Your prizes would remain here.>Other?
>>4561435>>The Black Eagles commanded the skies. It would be child’s play to send them south, where they were less likely to be able to be rescued. Can we send them off before we make the big speech.
>>4561435Where would we be sending them to southwards? Isn't Mittlesosalia to the west?
>>4561443...Yes, actually. Geography brain fart.
>>4561451Alright,>As it was said, keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. Your prizes would remain here.Wladyslaw needs to hold some cards of his own in order to deal with the Republicans.
>>4561435>As it was said, keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. Your prizes would remain here.
>>4561435>Other?Split them up, Kommissar and Luftgeneral to the East and the Supreme + Public official with us.This is both to split the Netillians attention and if something should happen to the East we won't lose everything.It'd be catastrophic to lose the Supreme, and he's the most likely to be targeted for rescue but I don't like the idea of giving up our most powerful hostage.If this compromise doesn't get backing then I default to>As it was said, keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. Your prizes would remain here.
>>4561489Support. Let's make it even harder for them and not have all our eggs in one basket.
>>4561489Sure why not
Rolled 2 (1d2)>>4561441Send them off. And yes, you can.>>4561460>>4561470>>4561489Keep them close. Within canoodling distance.>>4561489>>4561506>>4561530Split the loot, as it were.As this is tied up, I'll roll 1 for keep all and 2 for splitting. Writing after.
“I have thought it best to share,” you said to Maenesko conversationally, “After all, why let my acquaintances down south be starved of company?” More importantly, it prevented all of the prizes from being potentially swept up all at once. “The Kommissar General and the Luftmeister General will be taking a holiday in Mittelsosalia with some fellow exiles. Some small irony that the Luftmeister will be traveling away on a passenger plane, hm? The risk flying at night should be small, especially with the advance warning that they will be coming. Not that I have informed of the exact nature of the cargo- lest they be tempted to shoot it down instead, hmm hmm.”“…Did you plan even that part?” Maenesko asked with a hint of surprise.“Hm? No. I cannot see the future. I simply prepared a vast array of options.” You smiled and put a hand on the table with the wine, “Help yourself, Sublieutenant. I’ve preparations to make for next morning.” You would need the sleep you could get in the time you had left- next morning, you would declare independence before your assembled people, just when the waning night began to show suspicion that the party had not ended as planned. By then, the most important prisoners would be secure. The rest, whilst of some value, were not nearly so influential when it came to authority. Colonels and Captains were not quite small fry, neither were businessmen or socialites, but the minutiae of hostages could be handled by those with the time. Your task was to lead a nation- and in this case, the violent rebirth of one. Your attention could only be spread so thin.------The light came, and you strode down the halls toward the courtyard balcony, flanked by the commander of your Royal Guards, as well as the self-appointed leader of the NLF forces, a man who had once ordered your assassination, apparently, but was now quite willing to work alongside you- Drachen. He had an exceedingly familiar looking blonde head and sharp green eyes, but, the world revolved around coincidences. You’d keep a close eye on him nevertheless. For now, that you appeared together would be an important signal to all those who would be listening on radio- not expecting this, but surely welcoming it. Your uniform fit perfectly, tailored and touched up just for this, and a crimson cape billowed behind with each step. You appeared before your assembled Gendarmes, and some unfamiliar faces that to the unenlightened might seem like spectating bystanders, were it not for the mottling of old Netillian uniform pieces here and there. All looked up, expectant, waiting for what they must have known was coming, but were waiting for the words for.
“Men and women of Ellowie,” you began, a microphone, a useful gadget but hardly necessary for your well trained speaking voice, “I bid you this morning to remember the history of our people, as others would tell us. That we bent the knee to Alexander, that we now bend the knee to Netilland- that we are shamed, defeated, cowed and weak. That a fool was appointed your High Protector, and those who were not servants would be slaves. Hear me now, Ellowie!” You made a gesticulation towards the sky, allowing fervor to inspire your tone, “I am King of a proud and noble people! You looked first to the skies, now look all around you! Our countrymen now fight to the west, and I tell you, on this day, we fight inside our country as well! We have not been conquered yet, countrymen, comrades! My brethren! In these coming days, we will see who is shamed, cowed, and feeble! We shall see who are the worms and the dogs! We rise once again, as I now declare war upon the Military Council of Netilland!” A fist raised, its back to the crowd, “I bid return to you, my people, to stand amongst you not as your king and overlord, not as your high protector, but as your Liberator! The Judge Above and our Saints look down upon us, and see no wretched lot deserving of their pitiful fate! They see warriors, who shall do justly as is their due in these benighted times! So help us God, we shall not disappoint our ancestors with anything but VICTORY!!”Raised fists and rousing cheers, deafening, from below. Cries that sounded as though they’d been doing their best to break loose for months, even if those who bore their voices did not know it. Tingling doubt in the back of your mind wondered if you would go down in history as a fool or as a hero- only then, though. As you spoke, you could not allow anything but utter confidence.The cat was out of the bag, and your hat was in the ring. Perhaps you could have made better preemptive strikes had you hid your intents until the last moment, but in these changing times, you had to establish who you were and what your side was before it was certain that victory was even a possibility. Of course, in your plots, victory was quite possible- but few could see such yet.
Now, though, was the hard part. Making what gains you could in limited time before the Netillian Eastern Front woke to the danger now before them. You only commanded less than thirty thousand, now assembled in the areas about Perlowieza, your capital, but more would come. The men of the Combined Battalions, for one, as well as citizens who had not been so inspired as to join the resistance before. The resistance itself would also involve itself with you, more than their current contribution. Yet, time was of the essence. Your numbers would grow, but your capabilities would still be far less than the Netillians, if you did not exploit your opportunities to the fullest.Another reason to act decisively early was the factor of the Netillian Republicans. They had worked hard to conceal themselves, and had survival in mind. If the Ellowian uprising and offensives did not pan out, they did not want to be destroyed in supporting them. However, if chaos and defeats could be inflicted, who could say how many would turn coat and join you? You’d been provided with concentrations of them to avoid- and avoid them you would, or rather, you’d give them the chance to get out of the way, until their allegiances could realign themselves.For now, though- the initial objectives. They were all of strategic or tactical significance- but you’d likely only have time to decisively strike at one while it was still weak- at least, with sufficient force to make it a guarantee. Otherwise, it would be an unsafe gamble for greed…>Select what to attack from a list of objectives. The more you go for, the more your forces will be spread thin, and the less likely the chance of success. The exact distribution of your forces to each objective, if multiple are decided upon, will be decided after this. Keep in mind that the likelihood of success will depend on a major investment of force- you’re not likely to get anything with a bare minimum investment besides a bloody nose.>Major airfields in Ellowian territory- four are within reach, and taking them might not only deny them to the Netillians and take them for your allies, but give you their materiel as well.>Prisoner of War Camps- Thousands of potential experienced troops are locked up, and though perhaps not all in the best health and lacking equipment, will surely be valuable source of experienced manpower.>Retaking UGZs- a public appearance coup for sure, though liberating masses of your practically imprisoned citizenry might not give much in the way of soldiers.>Territory armories and supply dumps, chock full of equipment. Never a bad target.>A trio of significant railheads between the north and south of Ellowie. Taking and holding them could paralyze Netillian communication lines.>Quick movement to isolate Netillian army units- and prepare to destroy them. Early victories would be worth their weight in gold.>Other potential strategic objectives to add to the list can be presented as votes.
>>4561713>Prisoner of War Camps- Thousands of potential experienced troops are locked up, and though perhaps not all in the best health and lacking equipment, will surely be valuable source of experienced manpower.>Territory armories and supply dumps, chock full of equipment. Never a bad target.More manpower and equipment is crucial.
>>4561713>Major airfields in Ellowian territory- four are within reach, and taking them might not only deny them to the Netillians and take them for your allies, but give you their materiel as well.>Prisoner of War Camps- Thousands of potential experienced troops are locked up, and though perhaps not all in the best health and lacking equipment, will surely be valuable source of experienced manpower.Ok so hear me out. The Ellowie air force is operating on limited time, they need places to refuel, for repair, and taking these air fields would provide that. Not only that, we just took out the head of their entire military AND the air force. The confusion is no doubt super strong and taking out Netillian air fields will compound Ellowie's air advantage. We can hopefully see Ellowie's planes in the sky continue to dominate the conflict enough to achieve victory. Not only that, supplies, reinforcements, and mobilization will be made easier to bolster our position through these air fields, and the men we free from prisoner of war camps can be equipped this way.
>>4561722I'll switch to this, hopefully Ellowian CAS can help carry the Royalists through the other objectives.
>>4561713>Resistance CuirassiersPic related>Major airfields in Ellowian territory- four are within reach, and taking them might not only deny them to the Netillians and take them for your allies, but give you their materiel as well.POW camps are tempting, but they need equipment to become a fighting force. Meanwhile the airfields give us an immediate force multiplier AND a logistical channel AND favor with Ellowian Army.It's important to try to capture any spare parts to Ellowian planes we can find.POW camps should be the immediate second objective, both for the manpower and to prevent the camp administration starting to kill the prisoners.
>>4561713Is it bad that I don't want to send Wielzci into danger?>>4561722I'll support this, it's for the best really. With it we'd have that total air domination and a reliable way to contact the Ellowian Army. I don't think we'll ever have equal forces with the Netillians even if we were to actually take every objective on the list so we need to set a good foundation on our strengths.I guess one bright side of not taking more objectives is that the Netillians will have to defend or abandon them in hostile territory. But it's really bad that the Army units on the border with Twaryi will have a chance to prepare. And I really, really hope they don't coordinate with the Twaryians. They've done it once before.
>>4561713>Major airfields in Ellowian territory- four are within reach, and taking them might not only deny them to the Netillians and take them for your allies, but give you their materiel as well.
>>4561713>Major airfields in Ellowian territory- four are within reach, and taking them might not only deny them to the Netillians and take them for your allies, but give you their materiel as well.One for us to help ensure victory.>Retaking UGZs- a public appearance coup for sure, though liberating masses of your practically imprisoned citizenry might not give much in the way of soldiers.One for the people, whose continued support is of the utmost importance.
>>4561917Public support is nothing if you don't have strength.>>4561722This
>>4561713>>Major airfields in Ellowian territory- four are within reach, and taking them might not only deny them to the Netillians and take them for your allies, but give you their materiel as well.>A trio of significant railheads between the north and south of Ellowie. Taking and holding them could paralyze Netillian communication lines.
>>4561713>>Major airfields in Ellowian territory- four are within reach, and taking them might not only deny them to the Netillians and take them for your allies, but give you their materiel as well.>>Territory armories and supply dumps, chock full of equipment. Never a bad target.The most important goal is to limit the ability of the Netillian army to respond rapidly to our rebellion and operate in Ellowie without having to wait for extensive reinforcements from the north.. POW camps and UGZs are soft and vulnerable targets and will be liberated in time as long as their guards aren't reinforced. It's more critical to use the element of surprise to seize as much valuable equipment from the Netillians as possible before they can use it against us, which of course has the dual benefit of providing equipment for the new manpower when we liberate the camps. But liberating them first without being able to equip them will just lead to chaos.
>>4561722>>4561728>>4561825>>4561958The Four Fields, and POW Camps.>>4561762>>4561874>>4561934The Airfields alone.>>4561917Airfields and UGZs.>>4562169Railheads and Airf.>>4562259Airfeel and Supply/Equipment dumps.Airfields- IIIIIIIIIIPOW Camps-||||UGZs-|Railheads-|Armories-|Narrowing investments, then. Writing!>>4561825>Is it bad that I don't want to send Wielzci into danger?Have faith in half your former company.Perhaps with the other half that got left behind too.
Was delayed making dinner, update soon.
The primary objective was undoubtedly the airfields. If your intelligence sources even had the smallest big of accuracy, the famed Black Eagles, the Ellowian Republic’s air force that had been so unwisely allowed to escape, had a limited operational time. Sosaldt had plenty of natural resources, but only so many refineries for turning crude oil into fuel in quantities suitable for sustained operations. Moreover, the small amount of parts they had for planes, operating from the infamously aerospace-harsh dust choked Sosaldt, meant that they were operating on borrowed time. Proper, large airfields, in the home turf, would be an immense boon for them. With your shortage of heavy equipment, you’d need that air force as much as your new allies to the west did. The secondary objective would be POW camps identified as housing many former members of the Ellowian Army that hadn’t fled with the Republic down the Funnel. This stock was where more than a few Combined Battalions got their troops, but most did not volunteer. Now that the battle was on again, you had little doubt they’d find their fighting spirit once again. They wouldn’t be all fighting fit, of course, and they’d lack for equipment, but just a bit more investment and your troops would have a much needed injection of experienced manpower. No field commander were you, but you still had plenty of say in who would be allocated where. Your general staff advised against sending all your troops available to you- the capital had to be defended, after all, and reserves were important to keep. Four airfields- two Prisoner of War camps. The airfields would be more heavily defended, but they would be the main effort. It’d be fantastic if you could capture all of them while you still held the initiative, but you could take half of them and still be satisfied, to be true. Overwhelming force was advised wherever a major attack was to take place- the faster and more true the victory, the greater the chance of spoils, after all…
>Allocate formations in your army to handle different objectives. Attack success will be decided by the number of troops and a d6 rolled for each separate formation. On a 1-3, the formation does not add a victory to the total needed to overcome the objective. On a 4-6, a victory point is added. As an example, an objective that requires two VPs to obtain is attacked by three units. They roll a 4, a 5, and a 1. This totals to 2 VP and the objective is taken. The degree of victory is determined by how many 4s, 5s, or 6s are rolled, and a high degree of victory may mean a greater boon obtained from taking the objective. >Infantry regiments are the base attacking unit. Artillery regiments can participate in an attack in order to turn the lowest rolled dice into a 6. Hussars and Royal Guards add one to their combat roll, and the participation of the mechanized company in a battle adds two to a single roll.>Keep in mind that a counterattack should be expected- it would be wise to keep some reserves back.Objectives->Alfzen Airfield- (West)The largest and most well defended airfield, houses a well-stocked supply base as well. Requires 3 VPs to take.>Nowak Airfield- (North)Of the four major airfields listed as objectives, this is the smallest, but that does not mean it is not invaluable. Requires 2 VPs to take.>Sevesk Airfield-(West)Still undergoing repairs, this airfield is sizeable but lightly guarded, and has little in equipment as well. Only a little concerted effort would restore it at this point. Requires 1 VP to take.>Zofia Airfield-(South)Between Nowak and Alfzen in size, this airfield is closest to the border, and thus heavily equipped with anti-aircraft guns. Requires 2 VPs to take.>POW Camp North-Both POW camps are filled with mostly the rank and file, and are guarded more against insurgents and prisoner uprisings than against a proper army. Both require 1 VP to take.>POW Camp South-Requires 1 VP to take.The troops available to you are listed in the attached image here- >>4561713If you think an objective not worth attacking, you can opt to not send anybody there. The Royal Guards are expected to defend the Capital and your person, but you may send them out- and perhaps accompany them, if you wish.Any troops not sent will be presumed to be in ready reserve or defending. Hussars, as cavalry troops, can move to a defensive posture after operations, but any foot troops will not be able to move from their objective to anywhere else once they go. At least, not quickly. The Capital can be considered equidistant from all of them. Their general direction is an indicator of how close the objectives are to one another.
>>4562642>Alfzen Airfield- (West)1st-4th Gendarmes, 1st-2nd Royal Artillery>Sevesk Airfield-(West)5th-6th Gendarmes, Royal Curassiers>POW Camp North1st and 2nd ERA Regiments, Royal Hussars>POW Camp South1st and 2nd NLF Regiments, Volunteer Hussars>ReserveRoyal Guards, 1st and 2nd W. Volunteers
>>4562642>>Alfzen Airfield- (West)1st, 2nd, 3rd Gendarmes, Royal Hussars, 1st Artillery>Nowak Airfield- (North)1st and 2nd NLF, 2nd Artillery>>Sevesk Airfield-(West)1st and 2nd ERA>>Zofia Airfield-(South)4th, 5th, and 6th Gendarmes, Volunteer Hussars>POW CampsDecline attack>ReservesRoyal Guards, 1st and 2nd Volunteers
>>4562642>Alfzen Airfield- (West) 3 VPsRoyal Hussars, Volunteer Huassars, 1st & 2nd Gendarmes>Sevesk Airfield-(West) 1 VP1st W. Volunteers, 1st Royal ArtilleryGuarenteed capture with artillery bonus>Zofia Airfield-(South) 2 VPs3rd, 4th, 5th & 6th Gendarmes>POW Camp North- 1 VP2nd W. Volunteers, 2nd Royal ArtilleryGuarenteed capture with artillery bonus, though im hesitant to be using heavy ordinance on a POW Camp.>POW Camp South- 1 VP1st ERA Regmiment, 1st NLF RegimentReserveRoyal Guards Regiment, 2nd NLF Regiment, 2nd ERA Regiment, Resistance CuirassierKeeping the Tanks in reserve to be ready for a counterattack. Ignoring Nowak, hopefully it being the smallest airfield means that if Netilland operates out of it, we can keep them bottled up with bombing or if were close enough artillery bombardment.With the artillery bonus, we can atleast secure an airfield and some manpower.
>>4562666I support this but I'd change it so the Cuirassier joins the Alfzen attack, since from the sounds of it (could be wrong here) any Hussars will be able to return to the Capital or at least participate in defending any counterattacks so that gives us 5 Regiments to defend meaning we should use the tonks.Also kinda hoping any initial counterattack is weakened due to confusion and the surprise of the outbreak because we know for certain the one after that will be much harder. We gotta gamble a little since we don't have the numbers against a full Netilland invasion. Time is not on our side.
>>4562642>Alfzen Airfield- (West) 3 VPsRoyal Hussars, 1st NLF Regiment, 1st ERA Regiment, Resistance Cuirassiers, 1st&2nd Royal ArtilleryThis is the most valuable airfield first and foremost in terms of materiel. It's useless to have airfields if the planes can't fly, and that's why we need this one with a guarantee. 2x (Infantry + artillery) gives 2 guaranteed VP, cavalry + tanks gives another guaranteed VP (>>4562666 only gives ~44% chance of success, for example)>Sevesk Airfield-(West) 1 VP1st W. Volunteers, Volunteer Hussars,~83% chance of success>Zofia Airfield-(South) 2 VPs3rd, 4th, 5th & 6th Gendarmes, 2nd NLF Regiment,~81% chance of success>POW Camp North- 1 VP2nd W. Volunteers, 1st & 2nd Gendarmes,~87% chance of success>ReserveRoyal Guards Regiment, 2nd ERA Regiment
>>4562774>Switch POW Camp North to POW Camp South, since we have another objective in the south.
Just so you all know, I won't be updating until evening most likely. I'll call votes once I do.
>>45626614 Inf, 2 Art2 Inf, Cur2 Inf, Hus2 Inf, Hus>>45626653 Inf, Hus, Art2 Inf, Art2 Inf3 Inf, Hus>>45626662 Hus, 2 Inf1 Inf, 1 Art4 Inf1 Inf, 1 Art2 Inf>>4562706As above, but Cur in first>>4562774>>45637681 Hus, 2 Inf, Cur, 2 Art1 Inf 1 Hus5 Inf3 InfWell, this is awkward. You all managed to go completely differently for each of your setups. I'll go for >>4562774 's plan of action, as it has, er, unconditioned support. I suppose the difference anyways is in minutiae save for handing the most dangerous objective.Anyways. This means I'll need four sets of rolls. 3d6 for the first (a formality as two are turned to sixes and the best roll has two added to it, but hey. The next, 2d6, then 5d6, then 3d6.
Rolled 5, 3, 5 = 13 (3d6)>>4563918
Rolled 4, 3 = 7 (2d6)>>4563918Come on dice, daddy needs a new country!
Rolled 1, 2, 6, 1, 2 = 12 (5d6)>>4563918
Rolled 1, 2, 2 = 5 (3d6)>>4563918
>Battle of Alfzen Airfield- 8, 6, 6- Incredible Victory>Battle of Sevesk Airfield- 4, 4- Passable Victory>Battle of Zofia Airfield- 1, 2, 6, 1, 2- Stalled>Battle of Camp South- 1, 2, 2- DefeatSo the troops were sent off- the heaviest hand sent towards the large and well-appointed Alfzen Airfield. Apparently, it was the heart of Netillian air operations within occupied Ellowie- to take it would deny it both to the Netillians while rewarding it to yourself. An appealing prospect. The other objectives paled in significance, but were no less prizes. In the end, you sent out much of your troops in offensive action, seeking to gain as much as you could in the vulnerable hours while you knew what was happening, and the ignorant new foe did not. What remained in Perlowieza was but the local police, the Royal Guards, joined at the hip to your person, and the second regiment provided by the Eastern Resistance Army- perhaps more loyal and faithful in you than even the Royal Guard, yet, such was to be expected of units that were, perhaps disconcertingly, composed more of youths and adolescents than not.Some scruples had prices that you could not presently afford.The day passed, and much of what you attended to were matters of governance. Ensuring the necessary bureaucratic infrastructure was settling into positions necessary to be replaced once the Netillian bookkeepers and watchmen had either fled or been seized. If you were to wage successful war, after all, you needed the mechanisms of a nation, not a chaotic band of freedom fighters. Else, the moment the initial energies were lost, you would simply be ground down. Even now, the smelters needed to be hot, powder had to be mixed, munitions had to be rolling out, to sustain the bare minimum of the exertion of war. Without such at least begun, even your initial battles would leave you starving for resources.As the sun began to set, the general of your army, for what it was, Major General Walyz, sent for a meeting with you to give you the final reports of today’s efforts. This would be the first you’d be hearing of them- you were simply too occupied the rest of the day. Walyz was young for a general, ambitious, but you trusted his abilities less than those of the commanders in the field. You were no military mastermind yourself, but such was why you directed the objectives, and not the battles themselves. Walyz was more executer of your will than tactical planner, in that capacity. A role that suited him, as a former general staff officer rather than field general.
"Your Majesty,” he saluted you, not a drop of grey in his dark hair but lines around his eyes and jowls forming, “The offensive to the west was a complete success. Alfzen Airfield and the surrounding territories were stormed forcefully, and the withering artillery barrage allowed our infantry to take the flanks whilst our maneuver troops assaulted the airfield itself. The shock of it was such that the airfield and all of the equipment upon it was taken, unharmed. Aircraft, fuel, guns, munitions, a treasure trove. Our casualties are minimal, and many a prisoner has been taken.”Yet with little place to keep prisoners. The planes would require a new coat of paint, as well as pilots, though. Perhaps the air force would be willing to hand over some spares. The skilled fliers had all fled in their entirety to Mittelsosalia. “Very good. What of the other objectives?” “Sevesk Airfield and space to defend it whilst ensuring its operations are secure were taken successfully,” Major General Walyz sniffed, “But the attack was less swift and certain. The airfield was taken, but equipment was sabotaged and the enemy was able to retreat, albeit in poor order. Workers are already rushing to put the airfield into working order, they should be finished by tomorrow.” He scratched his chin, “The Women Volunteers conducted themselves well. The Hussars were concerned that they would be unable to fight with proper spirit.”“A rifle is fearsome no matter whose hands bear it,” you said, “We are in little place to be choosy about the composition of our fighting force.”“That is true, your majesty, though, the women do make their fears known. Of brutality exacted upon them for what some might consider a knife in the back…there is some pride to be had in falling in battle, your majesty, but to be savaged is a humiliation that terrifies many of your gentler servants, I am told.”“Then they will surely have realized that the only way to avoid such is to fight ferociously,” you said coolly. No humiliation would be greater than if this ended in defeat, after all. No memorials were built to the vanquished, not by this manner of conqueror. “And the other objectives?”Walyz was silent, nervous. “That is, your majesty…” he finally spat out.“Major General, I have lived no small portion in constant fear for my life,” you said calmly, “I have known the loss of family, friends, and have seen ambitions and dreams come to naught. I am no soft child that cannot bear the burden of misfortune. Tell me, and do not attempt any benevolent deception.”“I would never, your majesty.”“Yes, you would,” you said dimly, “As many. Now tell me.”
Rolled 2, 2, 2, 4 = 10 (4d4)“Five regiments were directed to take Zofia Airfield and surrounding objectives, as per your instructions, Majesty, but they ran into difficulties. The heavy weaponry of the airfield itself aided the enemy in fending off multiple assaults, and portions of forces outran the lines. The disruption of forming up again cost valuable time. We’ve taken many casualties, and been forced to besiege the field for now. Use of it for aircraft is denied, but we do not have it, either. Our operations have stalled.”“We have not been routed yet, then.” It could have been worse, though the large commitment of troops was meant to, failing graceful victory, roll over the opposition with its mass alone. That it was halted was a poor portent. “What of the prisoner of war camp, also to the south?”“A failure, your Majesty,” Walyz said as though it were punched out of his guts, “The prisoner of war camp itself was lightly defended, but our troops were slow in approaching it. Reinforcements arrived on the flanks before an attack even began, and their commander interpreted our intent, and made the first strike. Our forces were sent sprawling, and I doubt that prisoner of war camp will be an easy target any longer.”“Damnation.” You allowed yourself a curse, “Very well then. What further news? The Military Council will struggle to ready a counterblow with its leadership in our hands, but individuals with initiative cannot be discounted.”“…Ah, well…”>Rolling 4d4 for countermovements:>1-2-Infantry>3-Mobile/Maneuver>4-Mechanized Guards>1, North, 2, West, 3, South, 4, Whatever came before
“Scouts and air recon from the Republic have reported a massing of troops to the west,” Walyz said, his composition regained, “They are mostly made up of line infantry. We’ve unclear intelligence on what formations under whose command, but they are likely to include penal troops under supervision of a few upstart Kommissars. I would not doubt that their intent is to recapture Alfzen Airfield, or at least, prevent it from being used.”Even you could tell that such was their only real motivation. Reconnaissance had apparently failed to bring up other concentrations with direction, at least not any worth mentioning.“What are their numbers?” You asked.“Approximately four regiments,” the Major General told you, “As line regiments they are likely to have artillery to match our own in the region. Our commanders await your direction, your majesty.”The fight for Zofia Airfield had stalled, but your troops could potentially try for it again, could they not? It was vexing to leave objectives untaken, no matter how much wealth was in the most important one that had been successfully taken. With the heavy attack coming from the west, however, it might be best to withdraw the troops from the south to ready them for another front rather than spending them in operations already squandered. All of your mobile troops were already aligned west- the troops to the south wouldn’t be able to make it in time to the fight anyways, not unless it dragged on, that is.>Direct your two fronts-West:>Move any troops up from your reserves? >Move any Mobile Troops? (Mobile troops can move quickly enough to go directly to another front or objective instead of only being able to redeploy to the center_.>OtherAnd South:>Deploy any Reserves to the front, or troops back to the center?>Resume the attack, or hold your place on the line? (Objectives have the necessary VPs needed to take them increased by One)>Other?Your present reserves at the center are as listed here- >>4562774 >>4562775 , as well as the assumed locations of other units.
>>4564636>West:Move the Royal Guards up.>South:3rd-5th Gendarmes to centre, remaining forces focus on the POW Camp.
>>4564636>West:Move the 2nd ERA to the west if we're confident there are no threats to the capital.>South: Redirect the units that failed the attack on the POW camp to join the attack on Zofia
>>4564795Supporting, I'd rather keep the Guards in the center, even if just for emergency deployment from somewhere unexpected
>>4564636>West: concentrate infantry for defence of Alfzen, prepare hussars and cuirassiers for a counterattack on enemy artillery.>South: redirect the units that failed the attack on the POW camp to join the attack on Zofia>Other: contact the Republican forces and try to arrange for air support ASAP.
>>4564795>>4564962SupportWe got some airfields let's get some support.
>>4564685Royal guards up, redeploy to focus on POWs.>>4564795>>4564835>>4564962>>4565059Move one west, try and go for the airfield. Notify interested parties that there are fields for airplanes.Writing. Should be a short bit before asking for rolls.
Rolled 1, 2, 5 = 8 (3d6)“Direct our commanders thusly,” you said as you led Major General Walyz towards a map, “The 2nd Eastern Resistance Army regiment shall move west to reinforce our men at Alfzen Airfield. If possible, I would like our maneuver elements to attempt to take our enemies’ artillery. We need all of it that we can get.”“That will leave but your Royal Guards at this capital, our Majesty.”“I doubt that the Netillians will be able to make any moves we will not have firm warning of, with our brethren in the skies. Speaking of,” you moved a finger down to Mittelsosalia, “Arrange for them to be told that we have proper facilities for them. We will need their help to keep them for long, anyways. If they could be convinced to help as soon as possible, that would be splendid.”“I doubt they will be flying any missions today, your Majesty,” Walyz said with an air of pessimism, “Night operations are dangerous, and I doubt they will want to land at a base and stay overnight whilst it is under attack.”“Then they may come tomorrow. I cannot control them.” A look towards Walyz, “Do you think that they will attack during the night?”“They are not Twaryians, your Majesty,” Walyz spoke from experience, practically recounting history from his view, “They are not comfortable fighting in the dark. Yet we would be equally disadvantaged if they did.”So, yes. A distinct possibility at least. “I would also like you to urge our commanders to press the attack upon Zofia Airfield, and for those who were foiled at the southern POW camp to join their fellows in the south to try for that objective. If there has been reinforcement, the help will be needed.” A pause. “Is there a problem with that, Major General?”“Well, your Majesty, they were rather well beaten, and…”>Rolling 3d6 for unit recovery. On a 4+, the unit was able to reorganize and/or break off to a degree to be redirected despite defeat.
“…The 2nd Women Volunteers and the 1st Gendarmes Regiments are not in a situation where they can change positions, not quickly, or join an attack,” the Major General confessed, “The 2nd Gendarmes have not reported similar problems.”“Then send them,” you said firmly, “And tell the others to get a hold of their situations. We cannot suffer chaos in our lines in but our first hours.””Right away, your Majesty.”“Hmph.” You watched Walyz go out the door, then returned to staring at the map. You’d have to suffer for imagining the struggle soon to ensue…>Roll one set of 4d10 for the fighting at Alfsen. Enemy artillery has nullified your own artillery bonus, but their bonus will not apply for Netillian troops either. Cuirassiers still give a +2 to the lowest roll, and Hussars still have +1 to their rolls. The first two rolls will be for Hussars, the other two for infantry. If the Hussars roll 6s, then they will have successfully attacked enemy artillery. This battle will require 2 VPs to win.>Roll one set of 6d6 for attacking Zofia Airfield. It now requires 3 VPs to take.
Rolled 9, 1, 8, 8 = 26 (4d10)>>4565511
>>4565516Alright I know I said D10 but I meant d6s.Sorry, hope that didn't blow your luck.
Rolled 4, 1, 3, 1 = 9 (4d6)>>4565520
>>4565521Rip, you jinxed it tanq :p
Rolled 6, 1, 4, 2, 1, 3 = 17 (6d6)>>4565511
>Battle of Alfzen Airfield- 4, 1, 5, 1- Passable Victory>Battle of Zofia Airfield- 6, 1, 4, 2, 1, 3- StalemateWhen the news came, it was of frustrating indecision.At Alfzen Airfield, Netillian Line Infantry had made withering attacks upon the areas around and securing the airfield. It was only the timely intervention of the Resistance Curassiers, wielding your army’s few tanks, that snatched victory from potential defeat. Casualties had been manageable, though only just. The airfield, and all of the materiel that had been seized from the victory there, was untouched. Yet, you disliked that your victory there had been followed up with mere sustainment. The Netillians had been driven away, their assault foiled, but mere plain victories were not ideal for the gambles you were making.Meanwhile, the battle for Zofia Airfield had turned into a protracted, bloody affair. Repeated assaults gained ground in some places while being stopped cold in others, and what was taken was tactically insignificant for securing the airfield. Said airfield was turning into a sturdier fortress by the hour, and the Netillians grew stronger as they were reinforced, whilst your own troops were being bled badly for their efforts. Six entire regiments were tied up in the area, held back by near half their number. Reports from the front claimed helplessness in the face of lacking for heavy support- morale was poor.It was now late into the night, early morning. The tower clock upon the wall of the room neared four, when you heard your head maidservant’s voice.“Your Majesty. You should sleep.”“…How long have you been there?” You turned around to look at Mabel.“I must always keep watch over your person,” Mabel adjusted her spectacles and smoothed out her black servant’s dress, bedecked with frills and ribbons. “Especially in these times, where more wish you dead than ever. I can watch over you, but I cannot parry a blade you direct at yourself. You will exhaust your body and mind.”“Mabel, even if I wished to sleep, I cannot now. I am too anxious over the fighting going on,” you said, rubbing your eyes, “Bring me tea, if you please.”Mabel bowed deeply. “Yes, your Majesty.”When she returned…so presumptuous, tea for two. Not that you minded her company. But after you had grown into adults, spent years with her by your side, your maidservant’s solemn mask of a placid expression could not hide from you what she could hide from everybody else.“I notice that you should be resting, as well,” you said as you picked up a fine porcelain teacup. She had put brandy in it- a good maid as always.“I have been trained to not require rest in my duties, your Majesty.” Mabel said flatly.“Even when His Majesty commands you rest?”“Last he did such his life was directly threatened by an assassin. An assassin sent by a man his Majesty now makes his ally.”
“We have come to an agreement, Mabel.” You smiled at her, “You will lose your focus if you never rest.”“I have not lost my focus in fifteen years, your Majesty.” Mabel said, but then behind her eyes, a realization, as though she thought she spoke out of turn.“Ah…fifteen years. When father and uncle destroyed one another in their contest over the seat I now sit in their place.” You said, reminiscing. “You say that what you did was losing focus?”“Your Majesty. I humbly request that this subject not be spoken of.”“Mabel, who is here to hear it?” you shrugged at your maidservant’s utterly invisible discomfort.“My lapse in judgment is a mark of shame. I was wrong to presume my place. The actions I made in attempt to console you, were unacceptable.” Her mouth a thin line, her blonde bangs fallen behind her round glasses. She struggled to keep still as a statue.“We were scarcely halfway through our second decades, Mabel. Everybody deserves to be excused for being young fools at least once.” She had made the first move, but you had readily made the second. What it all amounted to was laughable anyways, nothing that would elicit more than a rolling of eyes amongst courtly gossip. The most untoward thing that had even happened was you finding out that she stuffed her brassiere then.“Your majesty.” Mabel said again, flat and expressionless as marble tile in tone, “I request that we speak of anything else, unless you have decided that you will mind after your health, and rest.”>Request something of her, in her capacity as a servant rather than guardian. She was efficient at removing problems, and you needed something done. Such would improve your nerves better than tea…(What?)>Accept that you should probably rest. You had certainly lost your focus plenty of times the past fifteen years.>Remind Mabel that she is your maidservant, not your mother. You need to take your Guards out and resolve this quagmire in the south, now is no time for rest.>Find out if Mabel still stuffs her brassiere, after fifteen years. >Other?
>>4565601>>Accept that you should probably rest. You had certainly lost your focus plenty of times the past fifteen years.
>>4565601>Accept that you should probably rest. You had certainly lost your focus plenty of times the past fifteen years.>Request something of her, in her capacity as a servant rather than guardian. She was efficient at removing problems, and you needed something done. Such would improve your nerves better than tea…(What?)Say that you'll rest if these problems can be solved. Ask Mabel to help take the Zofia air field.
>>4565601>>Accept that you should probably rest. You had certainly lost your focus plenty of times the past fifteen years.>>Find out if Mabel still stuffs her brassiere, after fifteen years.
>>4565601>>Find out if Mabel still stuffs her brassiere, after fifteen years.
>>4565630Rest is probably good.>>4565637Hey you can take over an airfield, right? Figure it out.>>4565672>>4565740>>4565877I certainly hope you know what you're doing.Writing.
You were tired. Yet you were also driven. Driven perhaps to do unwise things, but you had so far regretted nothing, nothing you had done at least. Ideas brewed, as you looked up and down your faithful maidservant, thought about what you had wanted before you even dreamt that you would be where you were now.“I should rest,” you accepted your maidservant’s suggestion, “I have certainly lost my focus plenty of times, these past fifteen years.” Though truly, other questions were on the mind. Not the least of such, whether Mabel still stuffed her brassiere, after all these years. What was more…you intended to find out. Directly. “You will ensure that I do not fall victim to assassination on my way to my quarters?”“I shall carry your tea,” Mabel said, “So that you may have it at your leisure. I will pick it up when you are done, at your call.”With a nod, you led Mabel to your room. It was as glossy and gilded as was necessary to impress the socialites, but little more. To be quite honest, you preferred the days when your bedroom was not meant to be something of spectacle.Mabel quietly laid the tea tray upon a brilliantly worked silver and gold round table on one side of the room by a shelf of books that may as well have been for decoration, for how much they were selected by common opinion upon title and author rather than their true contents. While she did so, you quietly closed the door. Not quietly enough for her not to notice, naturally. Her ears were sharp, well trained, and as you walked up to her she cleared her throat lightly.“I apologize, your Majesty, but I should not linger when you must rest,” she bowed deeply.Much as you would have liked to command Mabel to do what seemed impossible, and much as you had faith in her to do her utmost to carry out her will…you found yourself thinking more, about how you had asked her to do so much. She could say her motivation was duty and obligation, yet you had not been able to give her what she wished. Her very simple desire, that you had both known for many years, now.You put one hand around her back, and cupped one of her breasts in your other, squeezing lightly.“Y-Y-Y-“ Mabel stammered and choked, struck utterly dumb as you ran your fingers around and into the softness beneath her dress.“No need to put tissues into your brassiere anymore, I see,” you said as you pulled her dress down and away to grasp at her bare flesh.“Y-you-you,” Mabel gasped for breath and went pale as you pushed her towards the bed, “Your Majesty, you cannot-”“Mabel,” you tilted her down to lay her upon your bed, “We know each other’s names.”“Your Majesty Wladysaw XI-“
“No. My true name, not my title.” Mabel was silent once more, though you had not ceased fondling her. She had the dense muscle of a fighter, but the smoothness of a gentle girl. She could kill a man a hundred different ways, but what you did to her now was paralyzing her. She refused to say your name aloud, in some insistence upon what she had beaten into her head for so long, to make her into a perfect tool. “I am tired of the part I have had to play, Mabel,” you said as you took your hand off her back and unbuttoned the back of her dress, “I have realized in my grand uprising, that acting upon my own desires has given me greater fulfillment in hours than any other scheme or ploy has in years. I do not want to marry into nobility, to fit as a cog into some mechanism of tradition with no regard for aught but it. How could I be, and do what I am doing now? I have already lived my obligation to a family that you protected me from. From here, my throne and my dreams are my own.”“I…I cannot…” Mabel choked, “You…cannot…”“If my declaration of revolution was not breaking loose from what I can and cannot do,” you touched Mabel’s lips to yours for the first time in an eternity, “Then let this be final valediction to such.”For her voiced protests, your maidservant did not resist as you made her your woman. You were gentle, but genuine, acting with the intent of one who did not plan to have anyone else. You had crossed plenty of points of no return already, and you had no regret afterwards as you lay with an arm around your unclothed companion, her cheeks flushed, her skin clammy with sweat, as she still could not put to proper word how she had felt- even if her body had felt no such hesitation when you were as one.“…It is not proper…” she murmured softly through deep, labored breaths, “It is not right…”Your mind was clear- another shackle you had not even noticed had been dropped to the floor with a clattering clang. Yet, when Mabel finally fell asleep, you were still alert. You cared not a whit about whether you were found in bed with your maid, now, but there was still so, so much to do…As the sun came up, you heard the eagles coming home to roost.-----Feburary 3rd, 1933>Von Tracht Once MoreThe trip had been uneventful, as the Silver Lances moved into Mittelsosalia. Yet preparing for the action to come once more had taken longer than it had to come over here, and the familiar taste of dust in your breath was not something you had missed, especially with the added chill of winter proper. Most of the Silver Lances had come across their own sets of goggles, and Malachi became less of an unusual sight quite quickly. For the better- you’d tried to be a shield for him, but the man simply drew too much attention and suspicion with all his varied quirks. At least now, battle would distract from that.
You had seen rather few Ellowians thus far- those you had were in their grey uniforms, and were primarily couriers and officers. They contrasted rather starkly from the much more prevalent, at least in this area, Mittelsosalian soldiers, in their chocolate brown and black, and distinctive wide brimmed field caps. None were particularly chatty. Perhaps for the better that this batch of Mittelsosalians wasn’t of a group that recognized you. You hadn’t had the time to tell the story about how you were Kommandant to anybody besides your new crewmen, let alone the grittier details. You could only hope that Lieutenant Van Halm was only seeking nice rumors, as you saw him asking around about things out of earshot sometimes.Only a few hours of sleep were snatched before you were called once again to the Battalion gathering point, the same tent but much more hastily erected- you would be moving once again soon, and Colonel Jagdmeister would be speaking to you further not from the head of a tent, but from the radio of his command tank.“Gentlemen!” He announced to the assembled officers once more, “Welcome to Sosaldt! Last I was here, it was a far more unpleasant place, so be thankful for your current luxury.” It wasn’t phrased like a joke, but you tried not to smile at it regardless. “The situation has changed quite a bit in two nights. The High Protector of Ellowie has raised his flag in rebellion, and made battle against the Netillian Military Council.” He pointed with a stick to a familiar location in the northern half of Ellowie, Perlowieza. “His forces, a mixture of his Gendarmes and resistance fighters and former insurgents, have taken a pair of major airfields. An offer to use these facilities, and to aid him in seizing more, has been offered to the Ellowian Republic Air Force. Given the state of the airfields set up here,” Jagdmeister pointed to about where you were in Mittelsosalia, or rather, a bit north of it, “They have agreed to such. Thus is the primary change in operations. Initially, it was expected that we would drive north towards the Netillian Capital of Berkesseburg, here,” he pointed, “However, plans have changed. If Ellowian territory can be retaken in quick fashion, the possibility of a sustained war is here.” He bent his stick in his hands as he looked back over the assembled officers, “Not that this changes the terms of our contract, nor the ferocity and speed with which we are expected to operate. However, we will be expected to at least aid in operations to link up with this uprising.”
The Colonel waited for some staff to put up a new map, upon which he pointed anew. “Maps of the region are not easy to come by and have a tendency to be unreliable, but nevertheless, we have obtained enough rough maps to furnish every platoon leader with at least an approximation of this here- our area of operations. This road here,” he drew his stick up a line from south to north- it was joined by several other lines on the way, and a few others spread out up north, “Is the Northway Road. It is wide, paved, and was intended to be a line of trade and supply from Netilland down south in days past. Recently, it has been repaired and even expanded by the Military Council, in treaty with their new allies. It is a vein directly into the heart of Netilland and its road networks…and thus, it is very well protected by a series of fortifications both new and old, with the old refitted into being capable of well resisting attack by even modern means. Suffice it to say, it is an extremely important landmark.”A new line traced by the stick, across and around marked points of fortification. “Reconnaissance has confirmed that along with the fortifications, the Sosaldtian enemy has placed their most well-armed and equipped troops here, and there are reports of Netillian presence, though unconfirmed, What is confirmed is that there will be armor, of Netillian type. Our task, as a division, is to smash through the weakest points in this line and block off the road from behind, cutting off the fortifications on the road itself, and entrapping the troop concentrations there too. The weakest points are not intimidating in construction, but the foe will not simply allow us to traipse on through. Hence why we are to smash through, and onward.” He tapped his stick for emphasis, “Another formation shall be coming from the east, in a pincer movement. Such is a contingent of armor from Mittelsosalia. As part of the division, our battalion’s role is to…”>Create the breach to be exploited by another battalion, directly supporting foot elements.>Exploit the breach when it is made, surging out behind as other formations clear out the breach area.>Aid the eastern pincer- they’ll need all the help they can get.
>>4565985>Exploit the breach when it is made, surging out behind as other formations clear out the breach area.Speed and firepower, we aren't meant to be a Battle Line.
>>4565985>Exploit the breach when it is made, surging out behind as other formations clear out the breach area.
>>4565985>>Exploit the breach when it is made, surging out behind as other formations clear out the breach area.
>>4565985>>4566025Also tanq do you mind doing just putting some arrows from the map just for visualisation purposes?
>>4565985>Aid the eastern pincer- they’ll need all the help they can get.
>>4566007>>4566008>>4566025>>4566093>>4566158Wanting to be the star of the show, I see.>>4566092Doing some socializing.Writing.>>4566029You'll get one with next update.
“I’ve called in a favor with Goldfolger,” Jagdmeister announced, “We’ve an important task, in spite of our moniker. Once the breach is opened by artillery and grenadiers supported by the first battalion, our task is to rush through and exploit that breach as the others clean up. There’s a decent chance we may be isolated, should plans go awry, but then it will be our responsibility to ensure that any counterattacks in our direction are turned away as to secure the envelopment. This means it will be quite likely that we will be attacked by the armored forces in the area. We’ve no fancy projector images for this, so you shall have to listen well.”“Whilst the enemy armor is expected to be half our battalion’s number at the most pessimistic estimates, do not make the folly of underestimating them. Brigand-mercenaries are known to have an unpredictable arsenal, and it has been reported that the advancement of Caelussian-influenced territories has brought their equipment forth from their expanding access to arms markets both black and not. The T-15 type has been known to us, but in addition to newer variants appearing, there seems to no longer be a noted shortage of its armor piercing shell. Any encountered should be treated as an extremely high threat. Their cannon can pierce the armor of any of your tanks within three hundred meters, and your weapons will be ineffective against their frontal armor unless you are very, very close. They may not be effective against their fronts at all, with newer variants.”“Outside of fortified areas, very little in the way of anti-tank guns are expected, but expect mines. A detachment of Pioneers will be accompanying us alongside an attachment of Grenadiers, however, we will have little time to clear paths. Company commanders, you are encouraged to try and find paths on your own initiative, rather than waiting for the Pioneers to clear a path. We simply do not have the time to delay upon a breach, not unless we wish to allow the enemy to slip away. A poor use of the opportunity we have. Expect no direct air support save in an emergency- the best we can expect is that air superiority will be kept for ourselves. Our self-propelled guns have attached a battery to our group that will accompany us as we go through and the last of our accompaniment will be the armored reconnaissance company. The Anti Air battery remains in the rear. Make sure you haven’t forgotten your anti-air drills, just in case.”…Er. Hm. You absolutely didn’t remember those, but you presumed you couldn’t do much to harm an airplane anyways, even if you did recall how to do the drill.
“Our objective to reach is the intersection of this rough path leading from this village, to the Northway Road, where there is a town called Zinnstreik. That point will ideally be the center of our lines facing north and south, and the point where our counterparts and another of our battalions will be meeting us to complete an encirclement. I hope I do not surprise any by saying that I hope to arrive there first. The battalion will be advancing in a column two companies abreast- should the vanguard encounter a threat that stalls it, the rear companies will adjust their movement to go around. This is in reference to any obstacle- a herd of goats, a minefield, or a fortress somehow unseen. If you or any of your men wish to sit upon their hands and dig trenches, then they are free to take themselves back home where perhaps they will find more comfort with the infantry. Am I clear, commanders?”Level compliance from up front of him.“Then we move out in twenty minutes. As a final reminder unrelated to this operation, but apparently needed, do not allow yourselves or your men to consort with the local females. Statistical speculations put one in five of them as having a venereal disease. If any are rendered combat incapable by cock-itch, I will mandate that the battalion medics are to perform combat amputations rather than send any back to the medical company, let alone to the Archduchy to convalesce. If that is not clear as crystal, then may the Judge Above help you. Dismissed.”Not that you were concerned with breaking such a rule, but while the self-advertised reputation you’d heard of brothels here did not seem to warrant a one in five statistic, you had no doubt whatsoever that Jagdmeister would carry out his thread on those who disobeyed. Hopefully, you could keep your more promiscuous crewmen in check.-----With the maps not in hand, you didn’t know exactly where you’d be going- but, Captain Vehrlors did show you on the way back. The terrain was rather flat, though there were plenty of dips and shallows, some remnant of marshes or something where the ground tipped into the earth, and when in the rainier seasons, enough water might well up to form a proper pond, though more likely they’d form sticky mud-holes from the loose swirling dust. Thankfully, a boon of the cold thus far was that if it did deign to precipitate, there would not be great mud holes forming so quickly. “Von Tracht,” Vehrlors said to you, “I know you can take care of yourself, but keep joined at the hip to Van Halm. If he goes down, you stick to me, and if Van Halm and I go down, Big Rotehof is in charge.”“And then me, right?” Stevan, also known as Little Von Rotehof, presupposed.“…No.” Vehrlors shook his head in a move that surprised you, “If it’s just you two then Von Tracht is in command.”“Bullshit,” Stevan muttered as he kicked dust in protest, but the spite wasn’t towards you at least.
“So long as we’re on march we’ll be in echelon formation,” Vehrlors continued to explain for your benefit, “As soon as we expect to run into a fight, or end up in the middle of one, we’ll switch to alternating bounds, one half of us go up, then covers as the other half advances.” You nodded. “The way things look, we’ll have armored recon in the very front of us anyways, so we shouldn’t have to worry so much about eating the first hit. Go ahead and wrangle up your crew. I have to make sure my driver didn’t bury himself in green muff the moment I left his ass unattended…”…Indeed. Thankfully, when you returned, your Gunner and Radio Operator were still around, dozing off, as was the one you knew to have an exclusive interest in what was mentioned, but he brooded by the tank, attended to by Sieg, who had been constantly sneezing at the new introduction of dust.That did bring up a question, though, to ask the dog’s owner. “Schafer,” you said to your gunner, who was dozing on the other side of the tank, “Where are we putting Sieg? Do you bring him into battle?”“Hm, don’ know,” Schafer said with a stretch, “Pitches a fit if we leave him behind. Might be safe in the tank, but pro’ly best t’ keep ‘im leashed with rear line. I’d prefer the last, but he’d prefer comin’ with. Conflicted, ‘n all. If ‘s wasn’ tied down he’d run alongside.”>Keep the dog back. What room was there for him anyways, and keeping him outside felt irresponsible.>Take the dog along. Who could say, maybe he’d prove useful.>Other?Last map is vague on distance, of course, but you're not on the level where you need to mind the specifics anyways, not anymore.
>>4566912>Keep the dog back. What room was there for him anyways, and keeping him outside felt irresponsible.Who says he'd even like being inside the spooky tank.
>>4566912>>Keep the dog back. What room was there for him anyways, and keeping him outside felt irresponsible.
>>4566912>Keep the dog back. What room was there for him anyways, and keeping him outside felt irresponsible
>>4566912>Take the dog along. Who could say, maybe he’d prove useful.
>>4566931>>4566944>>4566952>>4566959No dog.>>4567138Dog.Running a game right now, but I'll be writing as soon as I'm done.
Game is done. Writing now.
Of all the tanks for Sieg to get inside, during a battle, you thought your tank might be the most unnerving, potentially. He hadn’t minded it on the way here, but perhaps it was only a matter of time before he noticed something off. You had a feeling that animals would be more sensitive to such energies as the thing inside the m/32B, just based off of how they could sense things like the weather, but who could say? Best to be careful. Not as though there was a lot of room for the shepherd dog inside anyways.How was Maddalyn around animals, anyways? You didn’t recall her having pets or anything of the like. The only animal you did recall her being around was the Devourer, and that was an exceptional circumstance to say the least.“Alright then. If you would take him to whomever you trust in the rear lines, then…” You were careful with Schafer. You had wondered if he had special spite for nobles, but hadn’t asked after it. You could risk provoking him some other time. If you kept your interactions short, he was only ever gruff at best.“Mm.” Schafer grunted and got up with a sigh, before whistling. “Phweet. Sieg, c’mere.”The dog came bounding over with no hesitation, and your gunner led the beast off south, as you roused the rest of the crew. “We’re going in fifteen,” you said, “Let’s get that engine warmed up!” For your part, you got into the tank, beckoning Hausen after you, and retrieved your headset from its rack in the turret. The m/32 had gotten a good shakedown ride the other day, but it was time for it to experience battle once again. The radio was already set to proper frequency- though you gave it a test nevertheless. “Four-Five, checking in.”“Four-One Actual, loud and clear, Four-Five,” Vehrlors responded promptly, “All other callsigns!”Four-Four, Four Two, and Four Three responded- Van Halm, Elder Von Rotehof and Younger Von Rotehof. This more stringent use of operational names was necessary to avoid drawing particular attention to life outside of the unit, or in case of notable nobles potentially being targeted. In other places, it was an ideal not strictly adhered to, but here, it was necessary most if not all of the time. You would have to get well used to your numerical designation.“I’ll be point on the echelon,” Vehrlors continued, “Four-Five, you and I have the bigger guns of the platoon. If something big comes up, I want your gunner’s trigger finger itchy and your loader’s hands hot. Got it?”“Acknowledged, sir,” you felt some heart, in that somebody that wasn’t you was taking charge. The Fear did not deign to prod you often, but now…you could feel it waking up. No, so long as you could have confidence in your platoon, you couldn’t screw things up for everybody, not here, not now.
It was true that you were the heaviest firepower in your platoon- Vehrlors’s tank was a newer sort of m/32 that carried the same 5-centimeter gun your X-series tanks had in Ellowie, but the other members of the platoon were armed with 3.7-centimeter guns. The m/32B was armed with a 4.7cm gun, narrower in bore than the five, but a fair bit higher in velocity and somewhat more powerful for it, and it paid for it with how much room the gun’s larger rear took up. For all intents and purposes, it was an infantry anti-tank gun jammed into the turret of the m/32. Right on schedule, the entire battalion moved out in a storm of frosted dust. Hell, it was like you’d never left, you thought as you leaned back on the Cupola, squinting through the red cloud just in case the seventy five meter spacing between platoons suddenly became ten without warning.Your battalion stopped before the others, and the dust settled as distant sounds of battle a few kilometers away were joined by the advance elements of the division. Your contingent of the breakthrough force, however, sat still and idle. There was no doubt that you’d be moving again- what passed for modern fortifications here couldn’t compare to what was already on the border between Strossvald and Netilland, or Netilland and Baou. It was a matter of when rather than if. Until then, you weren’t to do anything but wait.It wasn’t a relaxing wait. Your nerves were afire the whole time, as the crashing of artillery guns nearby to support the breakthrough attack shook the earth and air. If your own artillery was getting you nervous, you really hoped that you wouldn’t be shelled by guns any time soon. A vain hope. You buried your nose in Maddalyn’s scarf, and took her picture out to stare at it, to distract yourself from this, just for a moment…Judge Above, yes, it was her, but shouldn’t you have tried to get a picture of her where she was smiling? She looked so stern…“Hey.” Your gunner spoke up, “What’s the deal, you cherry?”“Huh?” you blinked down and across to him, “Cherry?”“Whaet I esked yae abaet, boss,” Jorgen snickered. Was he mad, to be laughing in this setting? “Gaeve yaer raed medget a sausegge enner arse?”“No, that’s not what I’m talkin’ about,” Schafer said harshly, “Battle-cherry.”“Oh. No.” You sagged in your seat, “Why do you ask?”“You’re actin’ like this is the first time you’ve ever been in somethin’ like this before,” Schafer said bluntly.>React irritably. Of course it wasn’t your first time in battle. Wasn’t a man allowed to be a little scared for his life?>Admit that you might be more fearful than you once were. You can’t really say how or why, you’re just…in recovery.>It’s the artillery. Put it like that. This many big guns going off this close wasn’t familiar to you. Maybe that wasn’t it entirely, but it was a good enough excuse.>Other?
>>4568696>Admit that you might be more fearful than you once were. You can’t really say how or why, you’re just…in recovery.
>>4568694Pretend that I didn't switch Four-Four and Four Five, lol
>>4568696>>Admit that you might be more fearful than you once were. You can’t really say how or why, you’re just…in recovery.
>>4568696NO TANK ART? Strossvald really are the baddies.>It’s the artillery. Put it like that. This many big guns going off this close wasn’t familiar to you. Maybe that wasn’t it entirely, but it was a good enough excuse.Well we did get almost killed by friendly artillery the last time we were in Sosaldt. Tends to bring back bad memories. "Medium+", uh huh it should say :Armor - GODLIKE
>>4568696>4th company>numeral 5 on the tankswhat is the truth>React irritably. Of course it wasn’t your first time in battle. Wasn’t a man allowed to be a little scared for his life?
>>4568868>4th company>numeral 5 on the tanks>what is the truth...I can only assume it's early onset dementia. I have it right in the OP, I can't even explain it.
>>4568696>Admit that you might be more fearful than you once were. You can’t really say how or why, you’re just…in recovery.The brainwashing seems to be an open secret so I don't see why we can't hint towards it.
>>4568699>>4568716>>4568914>>4568929>>4569533In recovery, yes, that's it.>>4568730I have bad experiences with friendly artillery. Anything bigger than a mortar, I don't trust.>>4568868Piss off, baldy.So! We will be going into this headfirst...tomorrow. I'm going to try and be sure I have everything proper in the face of not only mixing up the tanks, but also having wrong numerical designators, as well as the incorrect number of crew. Good thing I'm not an accountant.
>>4569828The man in the reflection on those glasses is a bit spooky. I wonder what he wants this time?
>>4569828I hope Signy finds a good hubby soon. The thought of her being alone, spending her nights smoking and drinking like some type of sadboy rapper is heartbreaking.
“I…” Your voice caught in your throat. Was it alright to share the truth of your condition? Bat Company had known about it, after all- was the Conditioning an open secret? Perhaps some amongst the Silver Lances knew, but…you could at the very least hint at it. “I may be more fearful than I once was. I’ll hold it together, though. I’m just not…not as solid as I used to be.”“Hrm.” Schafer leaned back in the turret, “Well, ‘s long as you don’t lock up. I’m takin’ charge if y’ turn into a piss puddle.” It wasn’t a kind comment, but it had its own sort of reassurance. “’specially since Northman ‘ere speaks New Nauk like ‘es talkin’ through a conch.”The bombardment ceased soon after, and you felt like emerging out of the turret proper once more, only for your headset to crackle to life, a message coming over the platoon net.“Look alive, second platoon!” Verhlors commanded suddenly, “Keep echelon on me. We’ll be following right behind second company. Artillery and pioneers have destroyed most of what’s in the way for the gap, but keep an eye out for anything left, whether it’s ditches, hedgehogs, or mines. Make sure you’ve got eyes out all directions, we’re fixing to be surrounded soon. Move on my order!” All about was the rumbling of tanks coming to life, and though it thinned out as the battalion and company got into proper maneuver formation, it was still loud as hell. The dust kickup made visibility poor too, as you squinted through goggles you had to wipe down every so often, looking for obstacles that wouldn’t be seen until you had very little time to relay the information to Malachi. You could at least trust that he was a very capable driver, but he could only act on what he saw and knew about, after all. At least visibility wasn’t as utterly terrible as the dust storm last you were here. Behind the platoon, a truck of Panzergrenadier followed- to disembark only to fight, upon contact. The troops in it didn’t look happy to be exposed to all this, but the plates on the side of the truck at least made for a decent fighting compartment, despite that they were fully exposed to the blowing dust.The breach point wasn’t entirely clear, you noticed readily, as a shot cracked out in your general direction and forced you back down whilst you were still driving through. A hurried message that you were alright, before you kept yourself good and low once more. Given the intended haste of the operation, that you’d begin moving before the area was secure was to be expected, but it didn’t do your nerves any favors.Most of the advance was a blur. Existence was in moments, but most of the edge was taken off by being the second company in line, until after narrowly avoiding a crater, the radio alerted you to a change that you certainly couldn’t see.
“We’re coming up on that town,” Vehrlors said, “Us and first company are gonna veer off to the east. Keep your eyes peeled, recon’s still in front, but be ready for them to ask for help.”First platoon was to your left- the west, off some hundred and fifty meters or so. Half the battalion and your accompanying grenadiers, as well as the artillery support directly attached to you, had converged on the town at the end of the road you were now running parallel to. At the very least, the dust cleared immensely, and you could once again see all around.That wasn’t particularly comforting, you soon realized, as you were in a defilade, and could not see very far around you. At least, that meant nothing saw you, either. The terrain in Sosaldt was generally flat and open, but there were dips and shallows all over. One could be at the top of a shallow hill and believe they saw everything, but slipping into one of these depressions made the truth much more clear.“Keep low,” Verhlors ordered, “We don’t want to make ourselves too obvious yet.”An entire armored battalion moving in felt rather obvious in general to you, but besides that you were adjacent to one of the roads splitting off the main, large highway, it dawned upon you that you didn’t really know where your place in the operation was. Every other time, you’d been absolutely certain where you were and what you were doing. Was this just a result of not being a platoon leader anymore?“Bossman,” Jorgen piped up at you, not over the intercom. He pointed to his eyes then all around. “Daen’t gaetlest enner hed.”He was right, you were thinking too much about what wasn’t in the moment. How couldn’t you, though?While you were in the defilade, you saw a recon trooper come down, and get Vehrlors’s attention. As the two went up to the crest, speculation was started by the younger Von Rotehof.“What do you think’s up?” He asked over the radio.“Cut the chatter.” His older brother said firmly.“Loosen your arse, Big Guy,” Van Halm said with smooth lack of concern.“They looked concerned. Is something wrong? We in trouble?” Younger Van Rotehof said- you kept quiet.
“Something’s always going wrong and we’re always in trouble,” Van Halm said to the younger von Rotehof, “You just learn to get used to it and deal with it.”“What the hell are you all jamming up the line with?” Vehrlors came back on without warning, “Be quiet and get ready to make bounds. One of our recon cars hit a mine up ahead and they’re having to lay low, since a tank came up on them. There’s never just one tank, either. Company’s already sending us along, so no passing the baton on this one. Any volunteers to bound first?”Asking for volunteers, you readily noticed, was irregular. He had full authority- and expectation- to simply order who he pleased along, in your pre-arranged pairs. Was this meant to be a test, or simply an evaluation? Perhaps, not even of you alone.>You were meant to prove yourself, weren’t you? Say you want to head up the movement.>Best to leave the front-most to those who knew what they were doing. You ought to stay quiet.>Other?
>>4571004>>You were meant to prove yourself, weren’t you? Say you want to head up the movement.
>>4571004>You were meant to prove yourself, weren’t you? Say you want to head up the movement.Our tank is the most armoured of our platoon anyway
>>4571004>You were meant to prove yourself, weren’t you? Say you want to head up the movement.More Valour points is good
>>4571017>>4571035>>4571043Heading right up the front, I see.Writing.
“Four-Five here, I’ll go first,” you volunteered yourself quickly, “My tank has better armor, anyways. It ought to be up front when possible.”“Much appreciated…” Schafer muttered beside you.“Fine then. Four-four, take your eager junior out for a ride front. Report when you stop your bounds, and we’ll take your position for you to move up again. Direction’s north-northeast. Move it, seagull. I’ll have the truck between us.”“Aye aye, sir. Come on, Four-Five.”You were Four-Five even though you were part of second platoon- a deliberate thing. Designations were by company as to not give a good idea to anybody what company strength really was. It was close to Vier-Sechs, though, so you could get used to it. Malachi was aligned to the proper bearings, and given the go ahead to start moving. You’d have to go up and down- many of these shallows weren’t actually connected, and more than a few were only hull-down depth. You’d have to keep an eye out on the gentle sloping, barely perceptible even with the weight of the tank. The longer grass and scrub patches fixing the wasteland enough to not blow dust about at first provocation were crunchy with frost- and tempting to turn slippery.“What kind of tank, Four-One,” Van Halm asked the platoon commander, “Did recon see what was creeping up on them?”“Some crappy tractor with a gun stuck to it,” Vehrlors said, “They could have taken it with their car if it wasn’t pitched forward. Gun’s too low down now. Don’t underestimate those things, though. They get in close, they can hurt you plenty, and getting in close unexpected’s what I see all around here.”You heard all of that, and tried not to lean too much out of your tank just to get a better look around. Even easier to hide than a tank, after all, was an infantryman, but with the recon troops still around, you couldn’t exactly blast at whatever you saw. You weren’t sure what the Sosaldtian Northern Confederation dressed as- they weren’t a uniform bunch. You just had to keep in mind what your own people looked like. Grey for Ellowians, brown for Mittelsosalia, and black for your own troops. The recon troops in particular were fond of green non-uniform pieces. Reconnaissance troops in general tended to be pulled from the Grenzwacht, the border troops, who wore green pieces as part of proper uniform.
So long as the Northerners didn’t like black you’d be alright, you supposed, as you ground along, then up a slight slope that put you over the flats. About three hundred meters away, you saw smoke from a marking grenade plume up, but not much else.Van Halm ordered a halt, and you waited for the others to get up to you, then moved again. You were about one hundred fifty meters away when the tank began to rise and you saw the guntrack referred to before.“Halt!” you said sharply into the intercom, huddling down and looking through your binoculars. Yes, it was one of those varied sorts of improvised vehicles, though this one wasn’t open-topped as they usually were. A short barreled beaten old cannon and a machine gun stuck out of it, and it lingered in front of the stricked armored car, as though watching over a kill. The only people you saw were a pair of recon troopers, dressed like crewmen of the car, huddling behind it, the smoke signal grenade tossed down the hill from them.“Four-Four, this is Four-Five,” you said to Van Halm, “I see it. It’s just one, I think.” You gazed about, and didn’t see much of anything, though you heard various sounds all around. This wasn’t a quiet place at all. Distant booms and cracks were mingled with ones much closer by, but not on your position.Van Halm’s tank crept up on the same down slope as you, and you saw the officer crane out of his cupola. “I see it too,” he reported, “Making a big target of itself.”>Request that you crest and blast the thing. It was no threat to you, after all, and you were best armored to draw out anybody else who would underestimate your armor.>Remark that maybe you should both stay down and wait. This seemed suspect.>Suggest that you should keep moving around this location- if you couldn’t see anything, maybe this was a bad position to engage from.>Other?
>>4571108>Suggest that you should keep moving around this location- if you couldn’t see anything, maybe this was a bad position to engage from.Tempting as it is to blast away who knows what else they have zeroed in on anything cresting the slope.Also:>You were Four-Five even though you were part of second platoon- a deliberate thing.'deliberate' :p
>>4571108>>Suggest that you should keep moving around this location- if you couldn’t see anything, maybe this was a bad position to engage from.We know where it is, and it dosnt seem to be a threat to us currently. When the second group bounds up they can take it out.
>>4571108>Suggest that you should keep moving around this location- if you couldn’t see anything, maybe this was a bad position to engage from.
>>4571108>>Suggest that you should keep moving around this location- if you couldn’t see anything, maybe this was a bad position to engage from.Ought to be real fucking careful though, there's probably more mines around.>Other?We could probably rake it with the machine gun as we're moving both to draw it's attention away, and who knows maybe that'd be enough to render it inoperable.
>>4571108>>Suggest that you should keep moving around this location- if you couldn’t see anything, maybe this was a bad position to engage from.I don't like this. That smoke grenade might be a signal to mark where they are, or it could be a warning that there's a bunch of tanks at the bottom of their hill waiting for us to crest to blast away at us and we wont be able to shoot back until we get on the down slope of the other side of the hill we crested.
>>4571108>>Suggest that you should keep moving around this location- if you couldn’t see anything, maybe this was a bad position to engage from.
>>4571125>>4571126>>4571138>>4571207>>4571228Err on the side of caution, get a bigger picture of the situation.>>4571151And shoot it with the coaxial.Writing.
Rolled 2, 1 = 3 (2d3)Oh right, rolling for a surprise.
“I don’t like this, Four-Four,” you said to Van Halm, “That smoke might not be to alert us of the obvious tank sitting in the open. It’s not a threat to us, how about we move around wide and leave it to the rest of the platoon if it turns out to be a threat? That, and we can be sure there’s more mines up ahead…”“Don’t see any issue with it. Was betting on whether you’d want to blow that thing away, really. You can bet Four-Three would have done that.”“Can still hear you, kliefnaz asswipe.” Stevan said over the radio, crackling with the interference of the land.“Good.” Van Halm said with a snort, “Four-One, you hear that? There’s a single contact on the hill, machine gun stuck in a pile of junk. Four-Five and I are going around to see what’s really here.”“Keep an eye out for more mines, they’ll be at places of least resistance,” Vehrlors said, “Report any contact you meet before you engage.”“Should I shoot it with the machine gun?” you asked Van Halm, “These things have light enough armor that it might do some damage, even with just the coaxial.”“No. We’re loud, but not machine gun loud. Keep it low until we know exactly what we’re dealing with, or we get shot at ourselves. If we find them, we might find where there’s a gap in the minefield, if there’s one here and the car didn’t misunderstand what they were hit by.”“Affirmative.” You leaned back again, “I’ll keep the lead once the others come up.”When the rest of the platoon rolled up, you and Van Halm began to move in a circle around the damaged car and the tank watching over it. It was too suspect. What sort of person would just park their tank in front of something and leave it there? In such an exposed position? It hadn’t even moved, you noticed, as you kept watching. Some sort of trick was involved. Maybe it had broken down?…You could do without having a near-heart attack every time you went up, down, or around anything. No mines yet- though in the dustier places they could have been perfectly hidden.
As you went around one shallow “hill,” having gone about a third-circle now, something caught Van Halm’s attention.“…Halt. Four-Five, halt!”“Stop!” You cried suddenly into your own intercom, and the tank scooted to a gradual stop. You looked around in front, around…you didn’t see any mines. “What was that, Four-Four?”“Listen,” he said, “Up ahead.”You loosened your headset, and unwillingly closed your eyes…no, he was right. Up ahead, there was one deep, throaty engine, and two chuffier, higher pitched ones, with revving of wheels. “I hear them. One big, two small?”“Big one is coming. Pull back.”Well, if anything was coming, it would be in the passage ahead- wide enough for two tanks like your own, with dust piles forming a sort of channel. It’d be either that or they’d have to go up and over the slopes.>Whatever was coming, you could take it, and you could practically be guaranteed the first shot. Remain behind and wait at the passage mouth.>Fall back. Fighting up close against superior numbers didn’t sound like a fight you wanted. Call it in and take cover.>You had the best driver in Sosaldt and the enemy was probably expecting something sensible in maneuvers. Defy that expectation. (How?)>Other?
>>4571315>>Whatever was coming, you could take it, and you could practically be guaranteed the first shot. Call for van Halm to remain behind with us and wait at the passage mouth.If the distances are as close as I'm imagining everyone should be able to penetrate everyone so it will just be a matter of who gets the first shot. If we pull back we'll just have to attack them later anyway, so might as well guarantee the first shot now while we have them coming to us.
>>4571315>>Fall back. Fighting up close against superior numbers didn’t sound like a fight you wanted. Call it in and take cover.He's in charge
>>4571315>Whatever was coming, you could take it, and you could practically be guaranteed the first shot. Remain behind and wait at the passage mouth.
>>4571315>Fall back. Fighting up close against superior numbers didn’t sound like a fight you wanted. Call it in and take cover
>>4571315>>Fall back. Fighting up close against superior numbers didn’t sound like a fight you wanted. Call it in and take cover.If bossman says fall back we say how far.
>>4571315>Fall back. Fighting up close against superior numbers didn’t sound like a fight you wanted. Call it in and take cover.
I am up once more.>>4571321>>4571347You can take this chump.>>4571322>>4571373>>4571392>>4571399>>4571433You aren't an extremely tall dark haired woman dumping milk on my face but I'll do what you say because if I close my eyes I can pretend.Writing.
You were pretty sure that your m/32 could take on whatever was coming, at this range- it was practically knife fighting range for tanks, but you obeyed. “Affirmative.” Then, over the intercom, “Driver, reverse. We’re pulling back beside our partner.”The conceit behind the maneuver was seen soon enough. You heard the lighter vehicles rolling up to your flank, whilst you set more of the terrain between you and where the larger vehicle would have to emerge. One would clearly get to you first, if they were overzealous.As you went up beside Van Halm, you saw him listening intently, with his eyes mere slits and his headset off his ears. Then, he put it back on. A funny thing, to hear in your headset but seeing their mouth move inaudibly elsewhere. “They’re coming from the left. Soon. Do whatever you do quickly.” He lowered himself into the turret, and you followed his lead.>Pivot the tank to point the hull machine gun up the slope. It could do decent damage against light vehicles by itself, and the big gun needed to be pointed elsewhere.>Turn the turret- keep the hull pointed frontwards, so you had your armor towards the greater threat if it lumbered up.>No taking any chances with this lighter threat. Direct all the tank’s weapons to point towards your flank to receive the foe when they appeared.>Other?
>>4572303>>Turn the turret- keep the hull pointed frontwards, so you had your armor towards the greater threat if it lumbered up.
>>4572303>Turn the turret- keep the hull pointed frontwards, so you had your armor towards the greater threat if it lumbered up.
>>4572303>>Pivot the tank to point the hull machine gun up the slope. It could do decent damage against light vehicles by itself, and the big gun needed to be pointed elsewhere.
>>4572303>>Pivot the tank to point the hull machine gun up the slope. It could do decent damage against light vehicles by itself, and the big gun needed to be pointed elsewhere.Best driver is Sosaldt, make this tank dance.
>>4572318>>4572324>>4572348Give them the main gun.>>4572349>>4572353Give them the front.Writing!
Do it quickly? Your heart suddenly pounded in your ears.“St-Sch, Gunner!” You ordered into the intercom, “They’re coming over the crest soon to our left! Be ready to shoot!”Without a word, the turret began to creak and grind as the power mechanism shifted it to the left. It was pointed the proper direction soon, but…Was the sound of the enemy supposed to be so nerve wracking, setting your teeth a chatter? They were so damned close…They began to come up and over, and immediately to the rear, Van Halm’s tank punctured the tank on the right as it popped over, but the other was pointed right at your flank. It was a matter of moments…yet you felt yourself freeze.>1d100 Roll Under DC 70 to get a hold of yourself.
Rolled 27 (1d100)>>4572418
Get a hold of yourself! You commanded to your blurring vision. It was just enough. Selfish fool, this was no place to panic! Your gun hadn’t fired immediately, so clearly your gunner needed help with locating the target. Now, you had a precise location.You simply had to hope Schafer was faster than these people laying in their aim.“Adjust left!” You said, “Fire at will!”A silent, quick manual adjustment. Instants turned to hours as you dared to peer up the barrel of the gun pointed at you. Yet the only word Schafer spoke now was out the cannon.KCHPOW!!A blinding cloud of dust just after the sound of wrenching, tearing metal from in front.“Another r-round!” You ordered, and before the dust even settled, and but a few seconds after ordering, a repeat of the last.“Target destroyed.” Schafer relayed, solid toned as a rock.>Ace Gunner-Knife Fighter- Targets at Close to Point Blank Range require no roll to hitThere wasn’t any time to congratulate yourself, though. To the front, a shape began to rumble forth…>Reverse- and advise Van Halm to do so as well. There wasn’t much time to agree to anything.>Stay in place and trust your armor- you’d be racing for the first shot, but you could destroy whatever was coming.>Other?
>>4572436>>Stay in place and trust your armor- you’d be racing for the first shot, but you could destroy whatever was coming.It's two to one now, we can kill it. Also better than getting caught out while reversing.
>>4572436>Stay in place and trust your armor- you’d be racing for the first shot, but you could destroy whatever was coming.
>>4572436>Stay in place and trust your armor- you’d be racing for the first shot, but you could destroy whatever was coming.I would normally say try to race around to the side of the oncoming tank if it is this close, but the terrain might not be favorable for that kind of move and I don't want to abandon our buddy tank.
>>4572436>>Stay in place and have the machine gun fire on the enemy tank as soon as it crests to button it and give us more time to get the main gun on target
>>4572448>>4572465>>4572467>>4572477>>4572485Standing stoic, then.Writing. I've got raids in about an hour so I'll be off for a bit then but I'll try and get the next thing done before then.
>>4572561That's a long raid...
>>4573749Unfortunately I ended up going to sleep early and then oversleeping for what may or may not have been a sum total of twelve hours. And I've got raids again soon. So apologies for the delays, but I've got things near in gear to get back on track tonight.
Raids done, wood chopped, once dinner is done update'll be out. Expect like ten til the hour or so.
“Ai-aim down that way,” you said to Schafer over the intercom, “Be ready to shoot everything we have on this tank at whatever comes…”To make the decision to fight instead of fly was of utmost haste, for no sooner had you given that order than the tank ahead rumbled forth. Van Halm had not remained in place as you did- he was maneuvering to your left, perhaps to try and get a better angle on what was coming. His tank was not so heavily armed as yours was, after all.It came out, and Judge Above, was it a mighty looking vehicle, like nothing you’d expected of these territories. A heap of steel with a squat, wide, thin-walled barrel protruding. At first glance, it looked utterly unassailable.Right after it showed itself, it was showered with rounds from the 13mm bow gun, to no avail. It may as well have been rain upon a wall, spattering against it and trickling away in sparks, but Hausen tried vainly for what he could touch as it halted and the gun swiveled towards you.If you were fantastically unlucky, you would fire at the same time. If not, though, you’d only have time for one shot…>Roll up to 3d100, averaged, DC Roll Under 40, to fire first.>Also/Then, state where exactly you want to fire. You’re so close, you’re guaranteed to hit.
Rolled 49 (1d100)>>4574165Lower Plate
Rolled 8 (1d100)>>4574165Shoot the cannon
>>4574169Supporting this, hopefully we can knock it out and then we or van Halm can flank around and finish it off.
>>4574166Lower plate>>4574169>>4574170Down the pipe.Writing.
>Roll Average: 29- Success“Schafer! Shoot right down that thing’s gun!” The lower plate logically would be less armored than the rest of it as well, but you were more concerned at the time at being blown up. You’d been blasted by large bore cannons before- and neither time was pleasant. That gun frightened you more than any other part of that damned vehicle.Schafer, to his credit, made no question or objection. He merely made his small adjustments, and the m/32 kicked back as the cannon cracked the first shot…barely, you could feel.There was a heartbeat between squinting through the cupola’s windows, and then a bright flash of light, a burst of smoke, and an ear-rending KRAAAAHCKKK. You hid your face, covered your ears, and squeezed your eyes shut in alarm, but as your hearing steadily returned, you deigned to look back out, and saw…but a crater, and a portion of the hill blasted away by the explosion. There was little left to show there had been something there in the first place.“….Five. Four-Five, hey!”You coughed, and tried to clamber back on the turret, but felt all the energy leave you as you slumped in your seat. What would have happened if that thing had hit you with one of those things that turned it into a memory?No, the tank’s armor could defeat it. It could defeat anything. Weren’t you safe as long as you were-“Hey, Von Tracht!” A voice called from atop your tank, and you saw Van Halm yank you up by the collar and lightly slap you twice on the cheek. “Hey, wake up! Are you injured?”“What?” You pushed his hand away, “I’m fine, I was just…stunned.” Your eyes went back to the charred crater. “What was that?”“Whatever the hell it was, it’s somewhere between here and the fucking moon,” Van Halm sighed, and then let you go. “My apologies. You weren’t responding, and Vehrlors was asking what was going on.”
An unsaid request you acknowledged, as you spoke into your throat microphone, fumbling to switch to the platoon set. “Four…Four, er. Four-One.” Something had struck a bolt of idiocy into you. “Four-One, this is Four-Five. I’m alright.”“Four-Five, good to hear it. Is your tank in good shape?”“Ahh…” You looked around, switched sets, “Crew, are we all alive? Report.”Reports were clean all around. Even the ones less comprehensible.Back to the Captain. “Everything inside is all right.” The tank heaved with a disheartening, grinding crunch, as it went to one side, but not the other. A quick switch. “Mal, what was that?”“Trakksjunk.” Crackled back the mountain man.You leaned back and sighed. “Alright. We’ll see what it is.” Back to the Platoon radio again. “Something’s wrong with our tracks, we can’t move properly.”“What the hell was that explosion? What did you run into, Four-Five?”“Two light tank types,” you said in brief, “Some sort of heavy assault gun. The last thing was what blew up. My gunner put a round down its barrel and now it’s gone. Entirely. The other two we knocked out before.”“And what precisely is wrong with your tank?”“Four-One, this is Four-Four,” Van Halm had gotten back to his radio, “Something sheared through Four-Five’s right treads when that thing blew up. I’ll stay here with him, but you people better be hurrying over.”“Don’t get lippy with me, Four-Four,” Vehrlors said, “I’m coming over with the grenadiers. Hold tight.”The conversation ended there, and after a brief look around the tank, you put yourself over and beside your tank to see the damage. From down here, the numerous scuffs and scratches that your tank had been showered with were clear- the headlamp had been blown clean off and the Von Blum seal on the front of the turret had been wrenched loose and dangled unevenly, but beyond that, the most significant damage was indeed that something had shot through and shattered a tread link, rendering you immobile for now.A simple field repair, but damn it all if you hadn’t expected to at least be at the front a little longer. That frustration was replacing fear, should have been heartening.>A brush with armored foes has shaken you, but worked you well. +1 Valor.The panzergrenadier arrived quickly, but were not concerned with you, as they surrounded the knocked out tanks, investigated them, then moved on. Vehrlors followed them up in his tank, and disembarked by you. He gave your treads a quick glance, then whistled.“That certainly sounded like a bomb got dropped on you. You’re lucky this is the worst it did.”“I’d prefer to have been a little luckier,” you gave the tread a forlorn look. “Are you going to be moving on without me?”
“The faster you have it fixed the quicker you can join back up,” he slapped you on the back, “We aren’t heading off right away. I’ve called up the company and we’re making our breach here, they’ve decided. More recon troops to determine where the mines end, then the whole company squeezes through, and probably more after.”A droning engine sound came from overhead, and Vehrlors gave it a casual glance. “…Eh, looks like one of the Ellowians. Keep your heads up though. I hear the recent things that went down in Ellowie have caused the Netillians to refocus their air force. We should be expecting some company from above that we won’t be so glad to see.”“Great.” You bit down on the end of that sarcastic remark.“There’s some reports of gas shells too. I would guess you don’t need to be reminded how bad that could be.” You shook your head morosely. “Good. Check your masks, get your tank back in gear. I’m leaving those reconnaissance people what lost their car with you. You can take care of each other until you’re moving again, then if you’re not moving until we’ve gone on, get in contact with company to tell you where to go. I’ve got to take Van Halm with me. Sorry to leave you by your onesies, but now’s not a time to dawdle.”“Wait a moment.” You didn’t expect Van Halm to approach, holding a hand up. “Captain, I’ll stay back here and make sure things are fine. You won’t miss me. The company’s been doing more fighting already than third company, haven’t they? They can take point.”“I’m not the one that makes the decisions for the company,” Vehrlors said, “But if you want to stay back, I’ll let you. Suppose it wouldn’t look good for us to leave Von Tracht behind right as soon as he’s joined on.”>Say that you’re fine by yourself. You don’t want to hold anybody back.>Thank Van Halm for his offer. You won’t be holding things back for long, honest.>Other?
>>4574242>>Thank Van Halm for his offer. You won’t be holding things back for long, honest.
>>4574242>Thank Van Halm for his offer. You won’t be holding things back for long, honest.What's our Valour point count at now again?
>>4574242>Thank Van Halm for his offer. You won’t be holding things back for long, honest.Mostly because it's 4 more men to help with the tracks
>>4574242>>Thank Van Halm for his offer. You won’t be holding things back for long, honest.I wonder if he wants to ask us if we usually sit still and stare down guns big enough to kill the Judge himself. Not my greatest tactical vote for sure.
>>4574242>>Other?Do we or they carry spare tracks? If the entire company is breaching here, we hopefully have somebody carrying spare segments and the manpower to do quick field repairs.>Von Blum seal on the front of the turret had been wrenched loose and dangled unevenlyDont lose that.
>>4574264Carrying spare tread is normal and standard, and you can readily do it just with your own crew even. It's just that fixing a track is what one can gently understate as a pain in the ass.
>>4574291Do we have any idea what the light tanks we knocked out are? Solsaldtian homebrew models or Netillian/foreign surplus? I assume the big assault gun was the one we could requisition back in Ellowie.
>>4574300They were Netillian materiel with twists on them, yes. None of them were exactly what was available to you. Richter's never seen the assault gun before (or at least no longer recalls it), but what it was armed with is easily not standard to what was available for requisition.
>>4574248I neglected to answer this because I am tired and am not sure if you're supposed to be informed but I'm pretty sure the accumulated isn't really a secret, you've got eight as of now.
>>4574304You've listed it before yeah; I think Metzeler was on 4 when we left him? Considering the improvement in Richter's mental state once he hit 5 hopefully 10 is enough to get back to a 'normal' non-Tranced person.
Apologies for the wait. I spent to much time on something meant to be quick.Anyways,>>4574244>>4574248>>4574249>>4574257Two's not quite a crowd. Maybe ten is, but they don't count.>>4574264Make sure to keep that seal safe.Writing.>>4574312>I think Metzeler was on 4 when we left him?Five, after you shanked his half-brother repeatedly for a NEET.
Van Halm looked to you for an objection, but you had none. “Thank you for staying back,” you instead gave. Mostly, not because you had but the faintest familiarity with the man, but because he and his crew would be a great help in getting that tread fixed faster.“It’s no trouble,” Van Halm said as Vehrlors left, “Besides, if I stay any longer, Little Von Rotehof won’t be able to get his first blood. He had nothing but bad luck when he first joined. No tank fights for him. Maybe that’s good luck, with some of the gear that the Valsteners were pulling out and surprising us with. That went too short and easy for his taste.”“Isn’t that better?” You wondered aloud, vaguely.“Yeah. But he’s got his brother to measure himself against.” With just that much talk, you knew more about the Von Rotehofs than you did about Van Halm, despite him being around you much more. He simply…didn’t talk about himself. You knew more about his relative than him, not even what relation said relative was to him. Or much about the Van Halms at all other than that they were a family of a territorial lord. He didn’t seem ready to chatter on that either. “Come on, then. Rouse the crew. We’ve got grenadiers babysitting us even before the rest of our people come around. We’ll need their help too, with that hand. No offense.”You glanced at your right hand, and couldn’t stop being surprised at seeing two fingers gone. If you hadn’t been reminded, you’d have assumed they were still there- they certainly felt like it. “I suppose. I’m sorry, my fiancée said she’d have a prosthetic made for me, but I suppose it isn’t easy to send it along.”“Your fiancée could have a prosthetic made?” Van Halm looked back up at you, “A high quality one, on demand?”“Oh, yes,” you dug the painted photograph out of your pocket, suddenly eager for an excuse to show her off, “She’s the daughter of Barnabas Von Blum. Maddalyn Von Blum. She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”Van Halm leaned over with a blank stare. “Yeah. She’s real cute. Though, she doesn’t seem very happy to be looking at us, huh?”“Well,” you looked at the picture yourself once again, “It’s true that she’s not…sociable. With too many people.” A thought back to where the Van Halms’ land was geographically situated. “Wait, is your family’s land not adjacent to the Von Blums? Have you ever met-““Break’s over,” Van Halm interrupted, “Hey, Black Eyes!” A man popped out of the Four-Four tank whose visage didn’t match the name they’d been addressed by, “Keep Pfalger on the set in case we need to hear something. The rest of you come over and help fix this track.”
For your part, you roused your crew as well, and got to work on this task that was…well, once well-practiced. Not that anybody was expecting you to take a particularly active role with half of a right hand, but you did your best to coordinate by shouting what needed to be done to Malachi anyways, as he manipulated the moving parts to do what was needed.As expected, as you all huffed about getting your tank in working order, the company sped on past. You’d have liked to have gotten done before they went, but…maybe it was a good thing this was moving so quickly. The panzergrenadiers were eventually replaced by chocolate-uniformed Mittelsosalians in their wide brimmed caps, who were a bizarre mix of jumpy and utterly placid. Raw recruits and veterans maybe. Or the more and less motivated.A couple of frustrating hours later, and the treads were whole and tight once more. The dust hadn’t helped, and neither had the continued explosions both far and near. You weren’t privileged with being told what was happening- you’d have to ask for Vehrlors’s take once you caught back up. It wasn’t very heartening, though.“Any reports from the platoon?” You asked Van Halm as he checked with his radioman- Hausen had been helping with repairs. “Just where the company’s gone,” Van Halm said simply, “Head north through the path marked by the pioneers, until we hit the road, then we go up it until we reach our people. Or, if nobody’s in a helpful mood, until we get into radio range of the platoon. The lanes should be being kept clear by those Republic troops that passed by.”You nodded back. “So we’re on our way?”“Right off,” Van Halm saluted, “We’ll move when we check out radios and-“
“Hey, hey you!” a Mittelsosalian slid and tumbled down the slope into the shallow you were in, coming to a rest at your feet. The man was carrying no weapon. “Urgh, hey.”“Hello.” Van Halm said dully, “We were just leaving.”“Uh, could you not?” the Mittelsosalian trooper, a young fellow perhaps a year or two of what would be normal to recruit, but also of the build to pretend he was older in order to slip in.“Kid,” Van Halm said with a huff, “We have to get back to our people. We’re not even supposed to be here, we had to stay and fix one of our tanks.”“Uh, tanks, yeah,” the young man choked, “You’re those people who are really good at tanks, right?”“Mostly.” You said with a droll sigh. Van Halm accepted that answer.“There’s a bunch, five, ten, many,” the young soldier gesticulated to the east, “We can’t…we can’t really do anything about them, but you’re here, so…”“No.” Van Halm said firmly, “Go back to your fellows and advise them to retreat or evade if they can’t handle the threat. There’s an entire armor battalion to the south. They’ll send help. We can’t stay here,” Van Halm looked at you, “Especially if there’s half as much armor as reported coming this way, let alone how much there could be.”>Object. You need to help your allies, don’t you? Especially if you could delay the enemy from breaking out, in a small but important place?>Agree. You were given explicit orders on your actions, and you couldn’t endanger yourself and your equipment when your platoon was waiting for you, potentially needing you.>Other?
>>4575382>Agree. You were given explicit orders on your actions, and you couldn’t endanger yourself and your equipment when your platoon was waiting for you, potentially needing you.Report the information for Vehrlors to pass on, but we need to exploit the breakthrough.
>>4575382>Agree. You were given explicit orders on your actions, and you couldn’t endanger yourself and your equipment when your platoon was waiting for you, potentially needing you.
>>4575382>>Agree. You were given explicit orders on your actions, and you couldn’t endanger yourself and your equipment when your platoon was waiting for you, potentially needing you.
>>4575382He's gonna have to make a much better argument than that to convince me.>>Agree. You were given explicit orders on your actions, and you couldn’t endanger yourself and your equipment when your platoon was waiting for you, potentially needing you.>Other?Besides, there's only two of us, even we can lose to shitcan tractors if there's ten of them.
>>4575382>Object. You need to help your allies, don’t you? Especially if you could delay the enemy from breaking out, in a small but important place?I have a horrible feeling about the consequences of not helping.
>>4575382>Object. You need to help your allies, don’t you? Especially if you could delay the enemy from breaking out, in a small but important place?
>>4575382>>Agree. You were given explicit orders on your actions, and you couldn’t endanger yourself and your equipment when your platoon was waiting for you, potentially needing you.We can pass the report up on the company net to hopefully get the battalion to the south moving sooner but it's better to launch a counterattack with overwhelming force later than to needlessly stage a desperate defense here with our two tanks.
>>4575382>Agree. You were given explicit orders on your actions, and you couldn’t endanger yourself and your equipment when your platoon was waiting for you, potentially needing you.And yeah report the situation up the chain of command.
>>4575390>>4575394>>4575405>>4575406>>4575407>>4575654>>4575999We have orders, and they aren't to commit to an outmatched defense.>>4575471>>4575508But we are here, are we not?Writing.
Maybe Van Halm expected some disagreement from you, given your history, but you went along with him. “We were given explicit orders,” you explained to the young Mittelsosalian soldier, “Our platoon is waiting for us. They might need us. We can’t stay here and hold off an enemy just with two tanks. It’d be a waste.”“As I said, withdraw, retreat,” Van Halm finished, “We’ll pass the message up the chain, but we aren’t staying here.”“Uh…huh.” The youth’s shoulders sagged, “Well, I guess…”“Let’s go.” Van Halm gestured towards your tank, “Quickly, now.”Once the tanks were running and you were navigating once more, it didn’t take long to reach the roads- you noticed the town, small and hazy in the distance and barely visible, at the end of the road. It had been taken over, presumably by the other half of the reserve battalion, and moved on from as Republic troops had moved up. They were the only ones you spied along the way. How far behind were you? Things hadn’t gotten any quieter, that was for certain, so the battle was still going on with the same intensity as ever. You recalled the apparent lack of artillery for the side you were fighting for- how much of the booms were the enemies? Or the work of the self-propelled gun batteries? You shouldn’t have been overthinking this, but being Kommandant and Coordinator had given you access to so much information that you felt as though you were stumbling about blind now.Van Halm was utterly unconcerned, it seemed. Maybe you ought to follow that example and live more in the moment for now.“…That was a good shot back there,” you offhandedly brought up with Schafer over the intercom as you wandered up the road.“You were crazy for having us stare down that pipe,” Schafer said back, “Didn’t think you were th’ sort t’ face it down.”“The gaedkend off craezy, ha ha.” Jorgen interjected.“I did my part too,” Hausen sniffed.“There’s a reason you’re called radio operator and not bow gunner,” Schafer said in a gravelly growl, “Lieutenant, you were sure you could take on whatever came up?”“Weftahkwarss.”“…What.”“We’ve taken on worse,” you said for Malachi, “But…yes.”“Hope your luck hasn’t run out just in time for me then,” Schafer grumbled. “Next steel monster we see might not have a gun big enough to pull that stunt with.”It’d be generous of the Northern Lords to not have anything else like that, at least, not in numbers that you were like to encounter, let alone something worse. Would it that you still had plenty of luck left to frivolously spend.
-----A motorcycle bearing a dust-coated young woman, freshly adorned with a tightly wound bandage wrapped around her thigh, sputtered to a stop before an ugly pile of electronics and mechanisms that called itself a mobile headquarters- upon its flank was a head of a boar, its tusks curling in upon its wrathful visage. A short, squat and round bellied man in a grey coat, with round sunglasses over small beady eyes, sitting on a flat and wide nose, waited patiently twenty paces from the truck, for the courier to come to them, hauling a leather satchel.Anya was surprised at first, to see Schweinmann waiting for her. She blinked, and expressed this. “Shouldn’t you be back at the city, hog face?”“A pretty young thing from your hometown sent word you might be around here.”Anya grimaced and looked down. “Figures.” A moment of silence. “I just came to deliver this,” she produced a few typed letters, “I’m not coming back. I didn’t really plan on staying here long.”“Relax. Nobody’s going to snatch you away.” Schweinmann snorted, “You’d want too much pay for the trouble. This’ll probably be our last big job with the Republic making its moves. We’ll either have to suck up our pride and go south, get rid of our sense and go west, or head across the sea and get lost.”“Whatever.” Anya handed the page to the heavyset pink man. “I don’t have time to play catch up. I have to get stuff to those Griffon Company people and then to those Archduchy people.”“You also have to get that looked at,” Schweinmann pointed to Anya’s leg.She looked down at it. “I’ve had worse,” Anya said blankly. “Cut myself avoiding getting blown up. Just a little while ago some rich whore had her goons beat me into a pulp because I broke her nose. I think I might have almost died that time, but that would have been too stupid a death for me.” Further silence, though she said she’d been in a hurry. “I’m sorry about Illger. And Horace. We never talked much but I didn’t mind seeing somebody from the old crews again.”“Don’t be too sorry or Illger’ll crawl out of my ass again.” Schweinmann said with a harsh grunt. “You couldn’t have done anything about it.”“I could have not been beat to shit. I could have crawled out of bed to help fight.”“Knock it off. Everybody there knew what they were doing, and they did it because they wanted to.” Schweinmann crossed his thick arms, “You ought to respect being able to choose that.”
Anya stared at the ground and bit her lip, stayed quiet, and nodded. “Yeah. I know. Just…I can’t run into you and spray that at you, when they’re your people.”“You ran off with Hell’s nephew, then?”“Yeah. I’m letting him be for a bit.”Schweinmann tilted an eyebrow behind his tinted spectacles. “Not what you hoped for, then?”“Not what I was told.” Anya insisted. “You didn’t have to believe him for a moment, let alone for years. Your picture collection wasn’t a secret.”“Fuck off,” Anya rolled her eyes, “He’s pretty. Means well. Has a big burn on his face now that looks hot. But he’s not Hell. And he’s gonna get married to some rich midget. Betrothed.”“Huh.” Schweinmann scratched his cheek, “Thought that his brother would have a bit more patience. Hell, I thought it might be a cute idea. Missed your chance, though, did you.”“Fuck’s sake, it’s not like that,” Anya said, with a sneer of annoyance and tiredness rather than a snap of irritability, “What, do you have money on this or some shit? Seriously. If I want something, pig man, you ought to know that I’ll take it, I don’t care what anybody says or thinks about it. I just haven’t…run into anybody I want bad enough. Not anybody alive.”“You won’t be young forever. Get hitched and get it over with, I say.” Schweinmann took out a cigar and lit it, “Won’t blame you for not taking advice from a pig though.”“Fucking right I won’t,” Anya said with a curt snap of her head, “Did you and Hell and the rest of the gang raise a retard? I’m fine. My fuck ups to fuck yes ratio is still great.”Schweinmann chomped his cigar in a sudden grin. “Now that’s some good nostalgia there.” He took the cigar out and tapped it twice. “Button up your coat, you imbecile. You’re in an army, not some mercenary outfit.”“I’m not in any army, I’m a retinue of a noble house of Strossvald,” Anya shot back, puffing out her chest, “And by their rules I’m perfectly in dress code. My own code says I do what I want, and that’s two codes against one.” She paused. “Fuck, I really have to piss off.” She rubbed her behind as she ventured back to the motorcycle, “Time to get back on the ass-pounder. I feel like Savel must feel on a Sunday morning. You can tell her I said that, too.”“Suppose we’ll expect another visit in a few years?” Schweinmann called. “With Hell’s grandnephew?”“Get fucked.” Anya gave what passed for a farewell with her, and a single fingered wave as she kicked the motorcycle into life and sped off again.------
“They’re closing in. Cutting us off.”“Say something I don’t know, you useless pepperhead third wheel. What the hell are the Silver Lances doing here?”“They were expected to be going to Almizea. The Archduchy’s perfidiousness was not expected in the face of their various-““I don’t want to hear your excuses. Call home and tell them if they don’t help us with this then we’re through. We’re not your spare meat, there’s no point to this if you win and we lose everything, you hear?”“…”“That’s what I thought. Now listen. Salvo’s dick got in the way of his brains and that Cyclops bitch tricked him into eating shit when he thought he’d get to assrape her, metaphorically and very goddamn literally. I know you weasels sweet talked him into it too, but here’s the deal. You don’t look for a table to bend her over before you have the girl in your hands, and you don’t whip out your cock until you can see her cunt. Rip your eyes off Cyclops’s ass and focus them on these tanks getting set to skull fuck us to death. Things in perspective now?”“Your crude metaphors were an ineloquent waste of time. You’ll get your help if you can pursue two tasks instead of merely focusing on survival. You can be replaced. We know how you brutes work.”“Fine. But you’d better pull your weight.”----->Reserved in Reserves>Dropped into the Frying Pan and diving into the Fire>Mittelsosalia’s Preeminently Eligible Bachelorette>Dust Up over the Dust Bowl>My butt hurts
>>4576307>>Dust Up over the Dust BowlIm guessing this is some fighter jock (cant remember plane girls name). It would be a nice change of perspective to see things from high up.
>>4576307>>Dust Up over the Dust Bowlplanes re cool
>>4576307>Dust Up over the Dust BowlLinda moping over Reinhold while shooting down a bunch of pepperheads, what's there not to love?
>>4576307>Dust Up over the Dust Bowl
>>4576307>Mittelsosalia’s Preeminently Eligible Bachelorette
>>4576307>>Dropped into the Frying Pan and diving into the FireThis sounds fun.
>>4576307>Dropped into the Frying Pan and diving into the FireCould be wrong but this might be close air support.
>>4576596Im pretty certain thats the Griffon Company choice.
>>4576314>>4576316>>4576318>>4576320>>4576585Dusty>>4576365A Blind Date with Death>>4576596Frying pan.Honestly I already had a character in mind, but since the impression was of several potentials...sure, why not put that up to vote. I've got a game to run tomorrow but when I get back I'll pick up with what you choose.>Legacy of the Imperial Ace>Vengeance of the Black Eagle
>>4576625>>Vengeance of the Black EagleWhile Linda would have been cool, lets check out the new person
>>4576625>Vengeance of the Black Eagle
>>4576625>>Vengeance of the Black Eagle
>>4576625>>Vengeance of the Black EagleIf you had someone in mind let's just go with it then
>>4576625I'm fine with either desu
Apologies for absence.>>4576634>>4576637>>4576642>>4576648>>4577166>>4577434The path is clear. Apparently Eastern Attraction continues.Getting this in gear again.
”Thunderbolt Squadron, this is Storm Lord. Last check, from the readings on the HR-Scope, there’s a hell of a mess coming. Something we did really pissed off the Military Council, and they’re throwing a whole lot down.The thing that pissed them off, you think, might have been the capture of the leader of their air force. Whoever was left in charge was trying to make a big dick move now. Good for them. Good for you. The seven marks on the fuselage needed some more friends in hell.”Whether they’re coming for us or for the ground, we can’t let them take this airspace. We’re the one advantage most of our people have, and that’s the so-called Northern Lords’ best in this pocket forming. Shoot down whatever we find. They’re far from being in a skittish mood…All Flight Leaders, check in.”“Wrath Leader here,” you reported in, waiting for Storm Lord to return to that, “My flight’s doing fine. Just point the way, I don’t care if you give us five or twenty five.”“Fury Leader reporting in just to tell Wrath she might eat those words. Last time Shrike got a hell of a beating because of that sort of talk.”“Let ‘em come.””Clear Comms,” Storm Lord’s gravelly geezer voice said sternly. It was easy to speak from a position of superiority when you were in command of a secret weapon loaded on an oversized bomber, you thought as your eyes veered to the heavens. If only you could all be so lucky. “Merlin Leader, report.”Merlin was a quiet and unassertive sort. Better as a number two than a leader, but you weren’t decrepit enough to make the rules. Easy to talk over at least and smart enough to not need to all the time. “Storm Lord, Merlin copies. Merlin Four’s having engine trouble.””Have them return to base. We can’t afford to lose planes, especially not K26s.” Storm Lord said altogether too readily. Everybody else had better keep it together. There was already plenty of consternation over not being able to climb to the usual height for this, could it really be expected that everything would be perfect now of all times? Judge Above.An irritable flick to the flight’s channel. “None of you got engine trouble all of a sudden, did you? Storm Lord’s about to make me report it, I bet.” Wrath 2 through 4 all gave their reassurances. “Good.” To your chagrin, you weren’t made the sudden subject of a sudden airborne physical exam despite the preparation.
[I]”Good luck,”[/i] Storm Lord set you all loose, his command craft following you no further. It meant there was a limited range to your far seeing systems, but it also meant there was no way that the Aerial Command Platforms would be discovered or pursued by the Netillians. They couldn’t stay secret forever, especially with what was necessary to get them down to Sosaldt in the first place, but every moment the Netillians were doubtful of the truth was another where they had the dreadful assumption that Ellowian eyes were everywhere, or that the ground radar was incomprehensibly good, though the LSFS system was no mere ground system stuck up on a plane.Things were harder now, though. The Republic Air Force didn’t have its former numbers, and the best equipment was already wearing down even after the weasel king had switched sides and given over proper airports. The SAC-103Rs in particular were irreplaceable as nothing else could hope to use the LSFS system, and out of everything they were the most vulnerable to the ever present Sosaldtian dust.At the very least though things weren’t hopeless with two countries’ air forces closing in on both sides.
There was some time before you hit the enemy- you’d gotten a good idea of how long you had to loosen your headset. Some people might have liked to shoot the shit with their wingmen, and they weren’t bad or annoying people (when Zelsey wasn’t hitting on you at least), but up in the sky, you could be truly alone. At peace, with the clouds, or days like this where everything was a vast, empty sea. Naught but the sound of mechanisms and noise, the smell of oil, but because of such, you could soar like the angels surely did, no battlefields, no wars, no anything high up, the puny and insignificant world far below.Every dream had to be awoken from, though, and you let your eyes slowly widen again as you subtly tested your craft’s controls…>…A K19-Alpha monoplane fighter, not the newest design, but one with plenty of pedigree. It wasn’t as fast or strong, especially not with the modifications to give it the range for Alpha Two, but it was a sturdy and trustworthy plane with two 8mm machine guns and two 12.7mm machine guns. A standout in this climate since it tolerated the wear and tear far better.>…the pride of Kruk Aeronautic Engineering, a K26E monoplane fighter, the newest design of fighter, and some might say, the best fighter aircraft in the world. With two 12.7mm machine guns and a single 14.5mm machine gun in its nose combined with superior speed and altitude performance, naught can match it in technical potential. Such quality had already been thoroughly used and abused at this point, though, and you couldn’t be sure how much more your craft could take…>…a plane that required a skillful pilot like yourself, a Silnywiatr Aeronautics Company SAC-99. A long ranged, twin engine fighter that possessed good speed and a strong armament of two 8mm machine guns and two 20mm machine guns, but had finicky controls, temperamental turning, and didn’t tolerate damage of the sort brought about by bullets and explosions.
>>4577816>>…a plane that required a skillful pilot like yourself, a Silnywiatr Aeronautics Company SAC-99. A long ranged, twin engine fighter that possessed good speed and a strong armament of two 8mm machine guns and two 20mm machine guns, but had finicky controls, temperamental turning, and didn’t tolerate damage of the sort brought about by bullets and explosions.
Rolled 1 (1d3)>>4577816I really have no preference>1: K-19>2: K26E>3: SAC-99
>>4577816>>…A K19-Alpha monoplane fighter, not the newest design, but one with plenty of pedigree. It wasn’t as fast or strong, especially not with the modifications to give it the range for Alpha Two, but it was a sturdy and trustworthy plane with two 8mm machine guns and two 12.7mm machine guns. A standout in this climate since it tolerated the wear and tear far better.
>>4577816>…A K19-Alpha monoplane fighter, not the newest design, but one with plenty of pedigree. It wasn’t as fast or strong, especially not with the modifications to give it the range for Alpha Two, but it was a sturdy and trustworthy plane with two 8mm machine guns and two 12.7mm machine guns. A standout in this climate since it tolerated the wear and tear far better.
Rolled 3 (1d3)>>4577816I cast my effluvium to the wind!>1: K-19>2: K26E>3: SAC-99
>>4577816>…A K19-Alpha monoplane fighter, not the newest design, but one with plenty of pedigree. It wasn’t as fast or strong, especially not with the modifications to give it the range for Alpha Two, but it was a sturdy and trustworthy plane with two 8mm machine guns and two 12.7mm machine guns. A standout in this climate since it tolerated the wear and tear far better.>At the very least though things weren’t hopeless with two countries’ air forces closing in on both sides.Who's the second? Did the Archduchy send any planes with the Lances?
I am alive again.>>4577819>>4577865Two engines, one plane. Twice the work but three times the reward. In principle at least.>>4577823>>4577836>>4577842>>4577868>>4578142Old and busted. Like yourself. What a kinship to have with a machine.Writing.>>4577868>Who's the second? Did the Archduchy send any planes with the Lances?It wasn't a reference to the current situation- what was being referenced was Twaryi and Netilland.
>>4578569What's the general ranking list of air forces in Sosalia? Like is the Netillian air force genuinely second rate compared to its neighbours or is it just that they're up against probably the best pilots in the region?
>>4578584The Archduchy would point to Netillian performance against Ellowie as the reason for them being second rate, rather than their own encounters. The true ranking based entirely on the opinion of a layman who'd been all over would be something like Ellowie>Netilland>Baou>East Valsten>Valsten>Strossvald>Vynmark>Twaryi.Note though that the Twaryians haven't really flown their air force against anybody but Ellowie either, though Caelussian pilots have tended to have had numbers on their side anyways back in wrangling their Federation.
It wasn’t the best plane you’d ever flown. It was at least one of the more tolerant ones, as K-19 Alphas had nothing if not reliable and sturdy systems, and the rate they consumed spare parts was far below that of the K26s. They weren’t the ideal, an upgrade for the sake of cost, which saved them from the fate of many of their unmodified brethren who lacked the range to reliably escape, let alone come back for the counterattack. That they were an unideal solution, not designed to be doing what they were but doing it anyways, gave you…a funny sort of kinship with this dumpy aircraft. The Republic Air Force would rather these planes be replaced with the K26s, and they’d rather you be pumping out babies to address the population problem. Here you both were anyways. Sisters in administrative headaches.The rest of the flight had them too, and they grumbled about it plenty when the switch occurred. Too bad for them. The K-19 was still better than Netilland’s older planes, and not that much worse than their new ones. You just couldn’t rely on speed anymore. The K26 was fast, after all.”Flight Leaders, there’s a fighter formation following up an advance flight to the direct north,” Storm Lord reported. He couldn’t tell you exactly what they were- the LFSF, despite what the backwards salt lickers down in Twaryi might assume, didn’t let you see the future or read minds. One could make an assumption based off of speed, altitude, and formation, if there was a good enough reading, and that was pretty much it. It did mean he could tell you where they were and where they’d be, using the magic of mathematics, which was relayed to you. If they changed course, his plane’s transmitters were powerful enough to update you the instant they so much as leaned to the left. ”Numbers from ten to twenty in total.”“Even odds,” you said with a snort, “They’re heading for the ground and they don’t even know it.””Belay the boasting, Wrath Leader.” Humorless old fart. ”Merlin and Fury, take on the forward flight. Try to finish them before the others arrive. Wrath will maneuver to engage from the flank, to make up for the speed difference.”“Much appreciated,” you muttered without pushing down the transmitter button. If Storm Lord sent one of Merlin’s planes back, they’d need Fury’s extra numbers to make this a quick fight. You just had to make up for having slower planes. At least they were certain to get to the fight and stick. ”Are we all clear? Then, go!”
To your flight, then. Your wingman, Wrath Two, Jacynski. Your second in command, Zelsey, and his wingman Mohmorsk- Moh. Best not to sound too annoyed for the sake of Zelsey in particular- he was a fighter pilot in his head, heart, and dick too for how much he tried to swing the latter your way. Too bad for him you didn’t like suckups.“We’re heading bearing zero-one-five,” you said, “We’ll turn west on my mark. No time for climbing, we go straight on. We’ll be a little higher than them, and if the timing’s right, we’ll hit them at the same time the other groups do.” Angels 15 wasn’t low or anything, but it wasn’t as high as one might have liked.Hit them you would. Up here, the sky was endless- infinite- free. The Great Maelstroms obstructed the world when they felt, but there was no Maelstrom between you and the heavens. You could go up and up forever, until you went into the aether itself, what was between here and the stars. On the ground, there was fire, smoke, and death. Blood.Fire and smoke, turning your memories of your whole life to ash and glowing coals. Flames that licked the sky, dark clouds that may as well have been thundercloud sunk to the ground. Every Netillian you shot out of the sky, Judge Willing, would know just for an instant what they’d been a part of. There were no Sosaldtians up here to feel sorry for.“Lure and Chaser, Wrath One?” Jacynski asked. Fighter pairs worked as teams. It wasn’t a free-for-all of trying to get on each other’s tails like self-proclaimed hotshot from, say, the Archduchy would do, where they may as well have been glory hungry mercenaries (and probably were). One part of the pair went in, and the other kept their rear clean. If need be, this went up the chain to include all four members of a flight. However, it was best to make sure who was doing what beforehand. Like you hadn’t bothered to do.>You needed three more kills for double ace. Kills you wanted. You’d be the chaser.>Did you really need somebody else to set up your kills? You’d be a Lure, but a damned deadly one.>Other?
>>4578728>You needed three more kills for double ace. Kills you wanted. You’d be the chaser.Also nice plane drawing.>>4578716Oof Strossvald being that low sounds concerning if a proper war breaks out no matter how good the army is. Has there been any attempts at resolving this?
>>4578728>You needed three more kills for double ace. Kills you wanted. You’d be the chaser.Wrath Lead is an apt name for what little we know of her. I can't see her doing anything else.
>>4578728>You needed three more kills for double ace. Kills you wanted. You’d be the chaser.You really like your hothead females huh tanq?
>>4578728>>You needed three more kills for double ace. Kills you wanted. You’d be the chaser.
>>4578731>>4578743>>4578747>>4578748>>4578777Give me more kills.Writing.>>4578731>Has there been any attempts at resolving this?It's an issue that has to do with army restructuring and centralization. So yes and no.>>4578747>You really like your hothead females huh tanq?No comment. Maybe.
Rolled 3 (1d4)“I’m the chaser,” you declared, “They won’t lay a finger on you, Wrath Two.”“I’ll be your lure,” Zelsey purred into the radio, “We can all be, can’t we?”“No.” You said sharply, “Your wingman’s Wrath Four.”“Hand on the other stick, Wrath Four,” Moh said with a tired sigh. “I’m Lure.”Zelsey would get his head out of his ass when he saw bandits, you knew, but until then he could be absolutely insufferable when he felt like it. Plenty more motivation to roll up on the enemy. It wasn’t even particular affection, as you found out when you overheard a pair of paper pushers whining about it. Then had to plead with higher command to not have your irritating though capable pilot reprimanded for it. Maybe you could have taken that hit for him to learn some damned decency, but that’d allow the office princesses a pinch of satisfaction over your lot.The place where you were to make a navigational adjustment came, and the formation gentle leaned to the west. Storm Lord was hanging back, and at your turn point, it’d be possible though unlikely that you’d see something that he didn’t…>1-Fighters 2-Attack Craft 3-Recon 4-Birds
A spotter, it looked like, from how high up the wing was and how it was moving away. You must have taken it by surprise- it was a bit higher up, and not interested in taking on four of anything. The type could be guessed at- it’d probably be a converted bomber with defensive guns. Not much of a threat. Easy prey.Yet you had places to be. Maybe if you did this quickly?>Chase it down. This wouldn’t take long, and you couldn’t have them reporting on anything, no matter how small.>Take it by yourself. You’d catch up with the flight before long anyways.>Resist the temptation. This scout plane was of little threat anyways.>Other?
>>4578845>Chase it down. This wouldn’t take long, and you couldn’t have them reporting on anything, no matter how small.
>>4578845>>Chase it down. This wouldn’t take long, and you couldn’t have them reporting on anything, no matter how small.
>>4578847>>4578860>>4578869First meal of the day.Writing.
“Bandit, dead north,” you said to your group, “A scout, probably. Let’s chase it down. Won’t take us more than a couple minutes.”“We’re not turning?” Jacynski asked, “Roger. Angle of attack?”“We can’t climb above it. Only thing for it is to try the waist. Wrath Three, go around to the right, I’ll go left.” You weren’t going to report this to Storm Lord until this was over. This time was better spent focusing on the attack rather than being bitched at by some grey hair. “It’s slower than us and just had to turn. Go for it.” Though really, you intended it to be your kill.Full on weapons, speed was climbing, as you went from conserving fuel to closing gaps. The glowing button for War Emergency Power told you of extra energy to squeeze out of the engine- should the time come for it.>Your weapons have ammunition reserves, obviously. When they are depleted, you cannot attack anymore. If a craft has multiple sets of weapons, they can fire them separately.> Ammunition- x2 12.7: 10/10, x2 8mm: 10/10 >An aircraft maneuvers (doing anything but going in a straight and even line) using Energy, which also represents their current speed. Energy can be gained by sacrificing altitude, flying straight and accelerating, or using WEP, expending aircraft integrity. WEP cannot be used if an aircraft’s integrity is below half.>Energy- 3/5>Altitude is how high up you are. Altitude can be sacrifice to gain energy quickly, as going down a level will refill energy completely. However, climbing is a strenuous and time consuming thing, and not all planes can go upwards quickly and easily. This affect maneuvers as well as gaining altitude. Of course, a craft cannot attack another craft unless they are on the same or on an adjacent altitude, and adjacency will impart bonuses or maluses depending on whether the attack is from above or below. Of course, climbing from a dive is far easier than climbing from level flight.>Altitude- 15>Climb Rate- 1>If an aircraft loses all of its integrity, it is probably going down for one reason or another. Once that happens, the best one can hope for is to take their craft back home. There’s no hope of fighting with it.>Integrity-6/6As soon as you and your flight began to wrap around and pursue the scout plane, its pilot reacted as expected- it began to nose down, trying to push out whatever speed it could.Expected but still irritating. If it went too low, you’d lose altitude for the fight coming up…>Stick with the plan. Attack the sides, where its defensive rear guns would either be less effective or unable to reach you.>Do this the quickest possible way. Dive after it and shoot it from the rear, damn its defensive guns.>Other?
>>4578920>Stick with the plan. Attack the sides, where its defensive rear guns would either be less effective or unable to reach you.
>>4578920>>Do this the quickest possible way. Dive after it and shoot it from the rear, damn its defensive guns.
>>4578845>Chase it down. This wouldn’t take long, and you couldn’t have them reporting on anything, no matter how small.Not what I meant by chaser but it does fit.
>>4578920>>Do this the quickest possible way. Dive after it and shoot it from the rear, damn its defensive guns.Boom and zoom
>>4578924Welp, I'm a dumbfuck>>4578920>Stick with the plan. Attack the sides, where its defensive rear guns would either be less effective or unable to reach you.Maybe if we were in the speedy plane it'd be different.
I am up again.>>4578921>>4578928>>4578935>>4579001Keep it safe, keep it steady.>>4578922>>4578926>>4578987Gotta go fehst.Going for the kill.
You’d have to take this on the way you planned for initially, but that wouldn’t be possible without losing some altitude. Nuts to it, you were already on the path to it. You banked your plane to the side and began a wide, falling loop to catch the scout plane as it descended. It took more time than it would to go right down on it, but the other half of your group would be swooping in from the exact other side. The people in that plane may as well have bailed now for all they delayed the inevitable, in your view.>Altitude- -2>Energy- 5/5The scout desperately tried to gain speed, but something as big as a converted bomber could only get it so fast in one piece. Turning one way or another would let it use its guns on one of you, but leave its vulnerable front open to the other. Not that they shouldn’t have anyways- but that pilot must have trusted speed more than his skill. As you raced into range, no waist guns or turret to thwart you, your fingers tightened on the weapons triggers…>Let fly with every weapon on your craft. You’d need it for a bigger plane like that.>Shoot with your 12.7mms. The smaller rounds weren’t like to do much, and you needed to conserve overall ammunition.>Only shoot with the 8mm guns. With your entire flight making passes at this thing, even the smaller bullets would be enough to bring it down even if you were unlucky.
>>4579237>Shoot with your 12.7mms. The smaller rounds weren’t like to do much, and you needed to conserve overall ammunition.
>>4579240>>4579249>>4579250The fiddies.Alrighty then, give me 2d100 for your attack run, roll under 70 to hit. Anything under half (35) gets one extra damage, and anything under ten is a critical hit.
Rolled 38 (1d100)>>4579254
Rolled 93 (1d100)>>4579254
Rolled 44, 70, 94, 53, 81, 76 = 418 (6d100)>>4579256>>4579260Hit and miss.Rolling for the group now.
It started out fine, but you came in fast, and hard- the glowing red and white of tracer fire snapped out and sparkled up and down the enemy craft, but only a few hit the engine you were aiming for. With a curse, you shot by as Jacynski, right behind you, made his attack run.> Ammunition- x2 12.7: 9/10, x2 8mm: 10/10 As you pulled your craft up, you got a look at the scout plane, still going on despite two attack runs. Smoke was dumping from its left side, but Netillians built their bombers far sturdier than their whippy fighters. Then, Zelsey came in and with his attack run, cut apart a wing and sent the thing spiraling out of the sky.“Tech,” you looked away in irritation. Zelsey was creeping up on your count, with that one.“I dedicate this kill to my queen, if she would take it,” the prick said with self-assured grace. He wasn’t given the satisfaction of an answer, though you couldn’t resist saying, with the radio keyed off, “Stuff it up your ass.” That out, you pushed in the button again. “Good work people. Wrath, let’s get back on our original course.” Climbing back up would be an utter pain in the ass, but if you wanted to hope to engage the Netillians you were directed towards, you needed that altitude back, or else the first move would be theirs. Thankfully this had gone quick. You had some time on the way to go back up.>Make a hard climb to be on the same altitude again. You wouldn’t have any energy, but you’d at least be on the same level.>Only climb somewhat. You needed to keep your speed, even if you wouldn’t be able to make the initial attack.>Other?
>>4579273>>Make a hard climb to be on the same altitude again. You wouldn’t have any energy, but you’d at least be on the same level.
>>4579273>Make a hard climb to be on the same altitude again. You wouldn’t have any energy, but you’d at least be on the same level.I was sure "stick to the plan" meant also stick to the altitude.
>>4579294>>4579307Hard climb, then.Writing.>>4579307>I was sure "stick to the plan" meant also stick to the altitude.The plane was diving- you were going to have to go down either way to get to it. The slower method meant it had more time to go down. Sticking to the altitude, basically, would mean letting it escape.
Rolled 3, 2, 4, 2, 4 = 15 (5d4)Losing that much height for one plane was a pain, but you hoped it would be worth it. If the timing was even loosely on, it wouldn’t matter that your planes would be gasping and sputtering by the end. For better or worse, the rest of the squadron was equipped with K26s- quicker than anything the Netillians had in the sky. So long as you weren’t so late to it all that you’d come up on the fight being wrapped up already…Best to check that. “Thunderbolt, this is Wrath,” you toned over the Squadron channel, “How’s it going?”“Occupied.” Fury Leader said coolly, not giving much detail.“Are you coming up on your target?” Merlin Leader inquired, which you swallowed a lump in your throat to.“Yeah, yeah,” you said dismissively, “We’ll be there soon.” Such was the truth. You had expected the others to take care of this by now, though. “Hurry up. Out.”How bad it’d be would depend on what you ran into. Five had been reported in the advance flight being engaged- that could mean you’d be running into anywhere from five to fifteen enemies. If it was the most there could be, you’d have to run for your life. Those sorts of odds were hopeless to properly fight against. Anything less though, you could smirk at. By comparison.>First two dice are encounter numbers on top of the minimum. 1 will be 5, 2 or 3 will be 2 and 3, and 4 is an absence of anything in that section. The other three will be plane type for each part. 1-2 will be standard types, and 3 and 4 will be newer types.
Rolled 3, 1 = 4 (2d3)So you spotted your quarry, soon after your planes completed their climb to Angels 15 once more. They weren’t in any shape for quick maneuvers, but what mattered was that you were there in tolerable time. Any other problems were secondary, as far as Storm Lord might be concerned.>Altitude- 15>Energy- 0/5The formation before you didn’t give you a lot to be satisfied about, as you saw them visibly pondering what to do about this threat coming on their flank- they’d easily be able to turn to you when they felt like it. There were ten of them in total…as you scanned your eyes about, you matched the profiles in your head. Long bodied, shorter noses on three of them. RKfz-29s, craft that the K-19 outmatched, though not by a wide margin. It was slower and less maneuverable, but bristled with guns. The other seven were more concerning. UFkz-31s, the Netillians’ most modern fighter, with telltale narrowed rear fuselages. They weren’t as good as the K26s, not at this altitude, but they were better than your K-19s- faster, and most certainly more maneuverable. These planes outperformed even the K26s at turn fighting. More importantly, they were faster than you.“There they are,” you reported, “Three Bumblebees. Seven Damselflies.”“God damn it.” Moh cursed, “Can’t we have the first three and not the others?”“Not afraid of these cannibals, are you, Wrath Four?” Zelsey teased, his confidence brimming. “The machine’s not everything and neither are numbers.” It was true, after a fashion. The Damselflies weren’t so good that a bad pilot could let it do all the work, especially if you actually got a shot on them. They flew apart like they were made of paper. Appropriate that for something that moved like a slender ballerina it took a punch to the jaw like one too.The contact was reported to Storm Lord and the other flight leaders. “You’ve wrapped them up now, haven’t you?” you asked, counting the enemy once more…
“There’s one left.” Merlin Leader reported, “Just one. Fury, we’ll take care of it. Keep going on ahead, it sounds like Wrath needs your help.”“I don’t need Fury’s help of all people,” you bristled, “The rest of his people ought to hurry up though. I’ll hit triple ace before the rest of you otherwise.” You were plenty confident in yourself. Two and a half on one odds made your bravado ring a little hollow inside, though. “Wrath out. I’m about to get real busy.”Now though, you thought as you counted the shapes a third time and looked around to reassure that your flight hadn’t inexplicably vanished, how the hell were you going to do this..?>Poke at the formation, get the faster planes to chase you by provoking them. Then you could at least separate them from the slower ones, maybe lead them into Fury.>Hold back- stay evasive until Fury comes up. Though they’d probably come to you before long, you’d have the chance to get some energy back.>Run straight into them and rely on brazen shock and head on attacks to turn things into a confusing furball. You wouldn’t get any advantage by fighting them in a nice and orderly fashion after all.>Other?
>>4579372>Run straight into them and rely on brazen shock and head on attacks to turn things into a confusing furball. You wouldn’t get any advantage by fighting them in a nice and orderly fashion after all.Pussies out, gentleman.This girl is gonna get quadruple Ace if it kills us. Also they're probably expecting us to be more conservative since they have the better crafts. Hopefully it'll give us the edge of surprise.
>>4579372>>Run straight into them and rely on brazen shock and head on attacks to turn things into a confusing furball. You wouldn’t get any advantage by fighting them in a nice and orderly fashion after all.Terrible idea but it sounds in-character so yolo
>>4579372>Run straight into them and rely on brazen shock and head on attacks to turn things into a confusing furball. You wouldn’t get any advantage by fighting them in a nice and orderly fashion after all.It was nice knowing ya tomboy ace
>>4579372>Other: don't even poke at them, just pretend we're fleeing and lead them into Fury while accumulating energy.Our only advantage is pilot skill, but fancy maneuvers require energy.
>>4579372>Hold back- stay evasive until Fury comes up. Though they’d probably come to you before long, you’d have the chance to get some energy back.Make them waste energy getting to us, they turn better than anything else so a fireball would likely kill some wingmen
>>4579372>Hold back- stay evasive until Fury comes up. Though they’d probably come to you before long, you’d have the chance to get some energy back.Changing to this I suppose. Going yolo while having no energy is too risky.
>>4579372>>Hold back- stay evasive until Fury comes up. Though they’d probably come to you before long, you’d have the chance to get some energy back.Alright, I'll change too. I guess the tomboy has just enough sense to hold her back from committing suicide out of spite for Fury.
>>4579372>>Hold back- stay evasive until Fury comes up. Though they’d probably come to you before long, you’d have the chance to get some energy back.
>>4579372>>Run straight into them and rely on brazen shock and head on attacks to turn things into a confusing furball. You wouldn’t get any advantage by fighting them in a nice and orderly fashion after all.
I am here once more.>>4579378>>4579702Wade right into the fire no matter how hot it might burn.>>4579416Lead them over to another party.>>4579419>>4579658Hold back, keep away.>>4579433>>4579459Reconsider to holding back.Alright then, writing.It seems to have been decided that Wrath Leader is a tomboy. Alright then. No objection.
Get right in the thick of it! Part of you urged, Show them the fire!Maybe you would have if you were alone, but your head cooled when you looked outside it for a moment and saw your wingmen. Shrike group had lost a couple of their pilots to that sort of inspiration, and they had better planes. No, your grip on the stick loosened, hold back for a bit.“Keep wide,” you told your flight, “Try to avoid engaging as long as possible. We’re waiting until Fury comes around to make our move. Try and get your speed back.”“About that speed,” Moh said warily, “That’s a bunch of Damselflies. They’ll catch up on us.”“Just try your best.” If Moh didn’t think all of you were sweating, he was dead wrong. As he predicted, though, as your formation swung wide, the UFkz-31s veered towards you, the slower craft behind them. They’d put a good gap between them and their slower mates, but when they caught up to you (and that wouldn’t take long), you’d have to fly defensively just to survive. You made a quick addendum. “Wrath Two, cover Wrath Three. We have to tighten up for this.”“I’m flattered that you’re looking out for me.”“Shut up, Wrath Three,” Moh said, “She just doesn’t want you watching her ass because you already do that whenever you’re behind her.”“Not much to watch there, Wrath Four. Of course I have to keep a close eye on it.” For fuck’s sake. “Zip it both of you,” you said, your humor thinning exponentially with the distance between you and the Damselflies. Seven against four.>Energy- 1/5You weren’t given much time at all, as they most definitely were gunning it for you, pushing their craft to get to you. They must have known what happened to the people in front, you thought, as the Netillians broke up into two groups, the larger group of four closing in on both you and Jacynski’s rear. With the numbers as they were, covering each other was simplistic for them. You’d have to either be real clever or real slippery…>Dive, now that they were after you. The speed would give you energy for evasion and might delay them catching up to you. (Not for long. They can out-dive you)>Hit War Emergency Power. You needed to save your altitude for at least past the first few moments. (Reduce craft integrity, raise Energy)>Other?Sorry for delay, there was dinner.
>>4579926>>Hit War Emergency Power. You needed to save your altitude for at least past the first few moments. (Reduce craft integrity, raise Energy)
>>4579926>>Hit War Emergency Power. You needed to save your altitude for at least past the first few moments. (Reduce craft integrity, raise Energy)I think this counts as an emergency.
>>4579926>Hit War Emergency Power. You needed to save your altitude for at least past the first few moments. (Reduce craft integrity, raise Energy)
>>4579929>>4579934>>4579937>>4579940>>4579953WEPping it out.Writing.
The glowing button called to you, and with a warning to the group, you lifted its cover and pushed it in. The K-19’s engine keened and whined, sputtered for a moment, but the engine throbbed, the craft shook with unhindered new power. Good. You’d need it.>Integrity- 5/6>Energy- 3/5 - +1 from WEP, +1 from time By the time the Netillians were at your tail, you had a healthy amount of speed. Not enough to get away, hell no, but enough to not be helpless at least.As the Netillians grew closer, spreading to get on your tails, your group staggered somewhat in altitude and alignment, something odd became clear. A quirk of numbers, of uneven division. Each member of your squadron covered another, except for you, on your lonesome, at the top.Yet the seven fighters split up, and each of your wingmen seemed ready to receive two- and you were apparently to only get…one. One fighter armed with four 13mm machine guns that could rip you out of the sky in but a moment, but that meant half of what everybody else had still.The WEP light flickered off. The engine wouldn’t allow you to abuse it anymore, by mechanical design. Normally. An unspoken privilege of being an ace, it turned out, was getting the aircrews to waive safety standards to make a small change to the engine mechanisms. A small change that made the disconnector switch not actually flick anything off. Technically, you weren’t allowed to smash that button more than once. Though nobody would ever be able to tell anyways, there was a reason it was a bad idea to do so more than once. Not even the K-19 liked being pushed to its limits repeatedly in such a short time.Back to your lone pursuer, though. If he thought he was just going to line you up like a target and shoot, he was dead wrong, you thought as he closed in. At the same time, Jacynski’s two were beginning to close as well…below you, somewhat, and beginning to pass under, if their course remained the same…>Make a snap turn- to evade your pursuer for just long enough to get behind those two on Wrath Two’s back.>Try a roll to kill your speed and get your pursuer to overshoot you. If you weren’t being chased, you were free to hunt…>Other?
>>4579998>Try a roll to kill your speed and get your pursuer to overshoot you. If you weren’t being chased, you were free to hunt…
>>4579998>Make a snap turn- to evade your pursuer for just long enough to get behind those two on Wrath Two’s back.Got to cover our boy's back
>>4579998>>Make a snap turn- to evade your pursuer for just long enough to get behind those two on Wrath Two’s back.We just earned that speed and we're not losing it now.
>>4579998>>Make a snap turn- to evade your pursuer for just long enough to get behind those two on Wrath Two’s back.
>>4579998>Make a snap turn- to evade your pursuer for just long enough to get behind those two on Wrath Two’s back.
>>4580010>>4580013>>4580019>>4580028Go for the people below- you're used to being chased.>>4580005Shake the obsessed fan.Writing.
Fine. Let that prick behind you stay where he was, if the view was so good. Your wingman needed your help, and out of everybody, you had the least weight on your shoulders at the moment. Plenty more to take on them. If you’d learned anything in your time as a pilot, it was that even if the crews and brethren were considerate that your shoulders were narrower, the only thing the Sky cared about was if you were good enough to survive. Its boundless freedom was not something given freely to all who wanted it.Nor was it anything to be shared with the likes of this scum. Your blood went cold, and as your pursuer closed in, you snapped your craft to the side as quickly as you could, the rush of blood to your head dulling your senses, blurring your vision, for a maneuver the other craft could match easily with less effort. That wasn’t the point, though.He could turn inside you. He could go faster, and catch you. Before that, though, you’d line up a shot on the rear of the surely shocked second chaser of your wingman…In a situation like this, there was no sense in not firing everything you had. Every weapon was ready as you squinted through the sight patterns on glass…>Roll two sets of 2d100 for your 12.7mms and your 8mms. DC to hit is 55. Same rules for rolling under half doing double damage, and under ten being a crit.
Rolled 59, 60 = 119 (2d100)>>4580078
Rolled 63, 64 = 127 (2d100)>>4580078
You squeezed the trigger, but the Netillian ahead somehow noticed you sweeping in behind. Their evasive roll would have been artful, were it not blindingly infuriating, as they avoided the streaks of death sent to down them.“Shit!” you swore through grit teeth. No, focus. You still had another shot- the other pursuer on Wrath Two. A bit harder, a bit further away- but a second chance.If you fucked this up you really didn’t know what you’d do, since right now you already had two pissed off pepperheads behind you.>Roll two sets of 2d100 for your 12.7mms and your 8mms. DC to hit is 50 roll under. Same rules for rolling under half doing double damage, and under ten being a crit.
Rolled 33, 13 = 46 (2d100)>>4580099
Rolled 49, 82 = 131 (2d100)>>4580099
Rolled 26, 49 = 75 (2d100)>>4580099
Rolled 83, 63, 89, 90 = 325 (4d100)A squeeze of the trigger, more hoped than aimed- yet when they flew out, there was a burst of debris as your target’s elevator was torn away by the heavier guns, whilst pieces of their right wing were chewed away at the same time. It wobbled and tipped, falling out from before you. One down, six to go. At least, if you survived another minute. You split away, Jacynski going right while you turned left. Now it was certain- there was definitely two on your tail. Could you weave towards your wingman? Maybe, maybe not- he wasn’t assigned to cover you. If you were him, you’d be going after the tails on Zelsey, not swinging back around.The next few moments, though, you were on your own, as your tail swept a wide curve and you heard the crackling of shots firing behind you…>Enemy is firing at you- DC 30 roll under.
The feeling of a hailstorm attacking you- and miraculously, managing to avoid every ball of ice.>Energy- 1/5> Ammunition- x2 12.7: 7/10, x2 8mm: 8/10 No, not miraculously. Your roll was just right, and you managed to squeeze a little distance away as your first pursuer overshot your flank and veered away to your upper right. There was another one behind him- a little further away. Not much time to evade. Not much speed to exploit, with those hard turns.>Dive. You needed to regain energy, put some wind back under your wings. Make sure to dive away so you kept these two away from the rest of the group. Four on Three was better than Six on Four.>Veer up and stall on purpose. Risky, but if it worked, they’d readily overshoot.>Weave left and face the other pursuer head on. Speed and agility counted for little in a head on confrontation.>Other?Also>You may hit WEP again, if you wish. It will have a fifty per cent chance of doing double integrity damage.
>>4580121>>Weave left and face the other pursuer head on. Speed and agility counted for little in a head on confrontation.
>>4580121>Dive. You needed to regain energy, put some wind back under your wings. Make sure to dive away so you kept these two away from the rest of the group. Four on Three was better than Six on Four.
>>4580121>>Dive. You needed to regain energy, put some wind back under your wings. Make sure to dive away so you kept these two away from the rest of the group. Four on Three was better than Six on Four.More energy means more maneuvers we can make, and more opportunity to exploit a mistake by the enemy.
>>4580121>Dive. You needed to regain energy, put some wind back under your wings. Make sure to dive away so you kept these two away from the rest of the group. Four on Three was better than Six on Four.Whole point of this is to still buy time for Fury
>>4580121>Veer up and stall on purpose. Risky, but if it worked, they’d readily overshoot.
>>4580121>>Dive. You needed to regain energy, put some wind back under your wings. Make sure to dive away so you kept these two away from the rest of the group. Four on Three was better than Six on Four.
Today's a bit full up until evening- I'll be coming back then so things aren't interrupted. Sorry for the wait.
Alright, back in.>>4580157>>4580163>>4580165>>4580176>>4580528Down, and out. You're not nearly intoxicated enough to go for two at once.>>4580131>>4580332Face to face.>>4580205Pitch up, let them by.Writing. Christmas Maddy is looking rather dakimakura-ish. Tempted to show her good side as the theoretical inverse but a daki of a /qst/ character might be an event horizon of autism.
Rolled 67, 58, 96, 51 = 272 (4d100)There was only one way to get speed in a hurry- but you hoped that you wouldn’t share the fate of the last you’d seen try to use it to evade your own flight group. You turned your plane over and plunged it towards the ground- as you gained speed, you spied the second plane winging down and chasing after you. For now, you had evaded the two after you. Eventually, you wouldn’t be able to go faster, though, while your tails would.>Energy- 5/5>Altitude- Angels 13You plunged for the earth, slowing your speed below the point where your plane would fly to pieces, twirling like a very heavy leaf. The fighter above was joined by its new mate behind it, and it was closing…closing enough to try for shots beyond its range.>DC Roll under 20. Evasive dive increases difficulty to hit.
Rolled 3, 3, 2 = 8 (3d4)Bullets sprayed around your craft, and you evened out your flight in a wide turn- going fast as you could, but the Damselfly behind was still gaining, and their next shots might not leave you so lucky.“Where the hell are you?” You hissed to nobody, but hoping that Fury couldn’t be far off. Alone, you couldn’t fight these two. Not without doing something stupid, and potentially suicidal. Going down in a blaze wasn’t something you minded- burning alive was something that had become a distressing nightmare of late, but so long as you didn’t go down alone, so long as you weren’t easy prey!How was your wing doing? You didn’t have time to think of it. Only time to look in the rear facing mirror and still see your foe, trying to line up a shot to make up for every other one that had missed you this day.>Rolling for your wingmen. 1 is a shoot down, 2 is damage, 3 means harm has been avoided, 4 means they got the upper hand on somebody. Wrath Three, second dice, has a +1 to his roll.
All of a sudden, the plane to your rear veered wide, for seemingly no reason, just before they lined up another shot.“Wha-“ you choked as you blinked at the hand of the Judge seeming to act utterly arbitrarily. “Huh?”Had Fury arrived? No time to question the opportunity, as you kept turning to where the plane had been chased to, and saw another of your wing flit by, now chasing the one whom tried to chase you down. It was a thick-set K19, not a K26...who?It hardly mattered. The other Netillian began to break off, but hesitated- reconsidered- fell behind the wingman who had come for you.Forgetting about you, as you snapped the plane up and around, your head screaming and your legs trembling, as you hurried to make what shots you could steal from such a chance…>Roll 2 sets of 2d100, one for 12.7mms, one for 8mms.
Rolled 18, 71 = 89 (2d100)>>4581178
>>4581178DC is 30 roll under btw. Forgot to post. Shooting under duress and all.
Rolled 54, 34 = 88 (2d100)>>4581178
>Ammunition- x2 12.7: 5/10, x2 8mm: 6/10 You held down the trigger for longer, in anticipation, and wasted ammunition- but you weren’t thinking, were hardly aiming, only knowing that the plane would pass over where you were shooting- not a case of leading your shots like normal, but of guessing and holding down the trigger until you couldn’t possibly hit them anymore. A little bit after.As your vision blurred and cleared, you saw that one of your guns had scored a hit- the Damselfly ahead lurched to its side and gouted smoke, before veering off.Meanwhile, your wingman, whoever he was, fired at the one he chased, only to miss as it veered off and went after its damaged comrade.The older planes, you thought, as you scanned the skies…and above, you saw why you hadn’t been harried. Fury had arrived at some point, and you saw them ripping the Bumblebees to shreds above.“They’re breaking off,” Jacynski said, with a heavy sigh.“Thank the fucking Judge,” Moh wheezed, “I thought I was a goner. Wrath Leader, my plane’s still flying, but I messed it up trying to not get killed, more than getting shot up already did. I think I’ve got a fuel leak.”“Then get yourself home,” you said, “Storm Lord can guide you. Just don’t yap too much on the command channel.”“Sorry.” Moh said with a quiet swear before he turned his plane away.“I believe a thank you is in order, for gallantry?” Wrath Three mused coyly. “I shot down one and saw you in trouble, after your wingman chased my pursuer away.”You switched to the other channel without answering. “Took you fucking long enough,” you swore at Fury. “Nice of you to go after the easy targets while we did the hard work.”“Cool it, will you?” Fury Leader said defensively, “I went straight for your wingmen myself. You’re welcome.” Not quite an ice bucket, but you didn’t feel any need to rag on Fury leader anymore. “Storm Lord,” Fury continued, “They’re running. How many did you get, Wrath?”“Two kills. One damaged. For one of my own wing damaged.”“I just got three. That makes a total of nine shot down and two damaged, Storm Lord. That’ll send them packing, won’t it?””No.” Storm Lord replied, with some strain in his voice, ”There’s more. Much more. Round up your flights, you aren’t done yet. There’s another three groups on the way, and another three heading for the squadron adjacent to us, five going between them.”“Shit,” you muttered, as you tried to climb once more, “What height?”“Variable. High and low. It looks to be a fighter sweep ahead of a ground attack formation. I’ve reported the situation, and command is sending reinforcements. You’re going to have to fight until you can’t anymore, however. All flights, prepare to meet this enemy. Command needs us to intercept those ground attackers. No time to climb. Flight leaders, confirm.”
Ground pounders. Much easier targets. All the same, you swallowed thickly; there was more fighters on their way, and your squadron was now down two planes. You’d been lucky, frankly, but you were heading straight into another fight.“Wrath Leader, confirm you received last, over.”“Wrath Leader,” you said with a snap, “I heard you. Give me the bearings”They were passed down- as the lowest in height, with a reduced count and older planes, you were naturally being directed after the ground attack planes. Yet, you wondered, was that wise of command, of Storm Lord? You’d save your objections a moment as you relayed the situation to your flight.All understood. Yet one wanted to make a comment.“Now then,” Zelsey said, “A word of appreciation? If I save you again without such, I’d be a fool not to expect more than a side-flung thanks…”>You didn’t need saving and he could go pound sand. Maybe Moh would have appreciated his cover more than you.>Fine. Thanks. An unspecified and sullen thanks.>Being annoyed at Wrath Three being a relentless skirt chasing airhead was one thing, but being annoyed for being saved was another. Say you’ll pay back the favor back at base. (How?)>Other?
>>4581200>Fine. Thanks. An unspecified and sullen thanks.
>>4581200>>Fine. Thanks. An unspecified and sullen thanks.If he saves us again then we can give more than a thanks.
>>4581200>>Fine. Thanks. An unspecified and sullen thanks.
>>4581200>>Being annoyed at Wrath Three being a relentless skirt chasing airhead was one thing, but being annoyed for being saved was another. Say you’ll pay back the favor back at base. (How?)Buy this man a drink, as long as he can make it home to claim it.
>>4581202>>4581204>>4581205>>4581212>>4581250>>4581251Getting exactly what is asked for and deserved. So far.>>4581533Beer tab.Writing.
“Thanks.” You spared but a single sullen syllable for him and that was that. Anything more and that risked an assumption of acknowledgement. Maybe if you screwed up twice you’d say more than that. More thought to what was to come soon. Quite soon. Storm Lord being as far back as he was for the duration of that first engagement kept him and the secret technology on his plane safe, but it also meant that he couldn’t give very much warning this far out either. You’d really have no actual time to prepare for what was coming up.Doing exactly as you were told, however, wasn’t necessarily your only option. The Aerial Command Platform operator was the director of the squadron, for those who had them still, at least, but they didn’t tend to be fighter pilots themselves. They could be pushed, bossed around despite outranking you. If done correctly. Demanding things go your way would just lead to you being told to shut up, but an actual argument could sway things a way you saw better.That was, if you were actually against going after the attack planes. Somehow you had a feeling that the fighter escort would have a problem with you doing that, and considering there was a healthy chance that there would be more Damselflies, that wasn’t exactly something you were optimistic about, especially if there were more.>Any proposed modifications to the plan of attack?>Things as they stood were probably as good as they’d get. This was far from ideal to start.
>>4581757>>Any proposed modifications to the plan of attack?Any fighter escort on those ground attackers is going to have their picking of whatever is left of Wrath if we have to engage those ground attackers first. We need some time to climb and get some sort of advantage back or we need some other flight to donate some help or else we are going to be lucky to live through the coming fight, much less take out the planes we need to.
>>4581757>Things as they stood were probably as good as they’d get. This was far from ideal to start.
>>4581757>>Things as they stood were probably as good as they’d get. This was far from ideal to start.
>>4581757>Things as they stood were probably as good as they’d get. This was far from ideal to start.If the bombers get through it's going to be hell for us on the ground
>>4581757>Things as they stood were probably as good as they’d get. This was far from ideal to start.I don't really see what else we can change here, if we really wanted those bombers dead we'd send the best planes after them while the older ones distract the escorts. But that only really works if we have superior numbers which we severely lack.The only thing I can think of to change would maybe send Fury first and in the confusion zoom past but they're bound to take losses in those precious minutes just to give us time to climb.
>>4581787We need more time.>>4581841>>4581863>>4581975>>4582041But what can we do?Writing.>>4581975>If the bombers get through it's going to be hell for us on the groundDon't worry, I'm sure Richter will be fine if he gets a bomb dropped on his head.
>>4582054I mean IIRC we don't even have any pintle mounted MG on our m/32. So that leaves us with what, whatever small arms in the tank? Unless the AA detachment has caught up to the town.
>>4582075Don't worry, we can just find a tree to hide unde-Oh wait, this is Sosaldt.
>>4582054Just wanted to wish you an early merry Christmas and thanks for another year! I still remember Richter being strafed in an alternative timeline, so I'm sure our boy will be fine.
Just a bit more time before reengaging would have been great. Enough time to regain lost altitude, at least, but you weren’t being given that luxury. So you didn’t raise any thought about the orders- merely acknowledged them, and pressed on. What could you do? This was about as good as you were going to get, and starting off in the first place nothing was ideal. Other than using up time, your only thought was to throw somebody else into the fighters first to delay them for the other flights to tear up the ground attackers without being chased, but you didn’t have any right to ask any of your pilots or fellow flight leaders to do that. If you used up time at this juncture, like you thought to, that would be time spent letting the light bombers run roughshod over the ground troops. The ones in this area weren’t Ellowian- they were the Mittelsosalian allies, a bunch of vagabonds, thought at least fighting sorts, whose leader was…some girl who was barely old enough to be out of schooling, let alone in charge of anything resembling what she was supposedly in power of. You’d have presumed she was a puppet, if it weren’t for the fact that Field Marshall Rummel, the architect of this whole plan, met with her, and no other representatives of this “Republic.” Some completely plain girl with a pair of wooly caterpillars stuck on her face, was forcing one of the most respected military men in the world to even consider a single word she said. Jealous? Not of her face, that’s for damn certain. Big talk from you, look in the mirror.The others were of the Archduchy. Not troops of their capital, or their territory- there was apparently an important difference, though they all looked the same now- but their most elite troops, a mechanized unit, that was loaned off as some sort of mercenary group to whomever had the wallet to hire them.Their presence must have been what made Alpha Two have to hit off on a set of crappy days for flying. Had you been successful anyway? Yes, one because you were all that good, and for two because King Leech turned his cloak, but the Minister of the People had gone out of her way to nearly fuck it all up, and you weren’t about to stop resenting that anytime soon.You were directed by Storm Lord in a direction to try best to weave between the fighter cover and have a straight shot for the attack planes- not much of an advantage, but if you were lucky you could scatter them. Maybe.Or it’d be a mess, but the odds could be worse. Far worse. The Twaryian air force wasn’t very impressive but when you were divided between two swarms it didn’t matter if the other people had Damselflies or if they were riding flying bicycles.No time to climb- though the ground attackers would be a significantly lower altitude anyways. You’d have to dive, even. At least you’d have plenty of speed, and any fighters would have to sacrifice their altitude to come and get you.
There they were, you saw the formation, rather than the individual planes, up ahead, below and to the side. Their escort fighters above, but you and the other flights were already diving, racing down as quickly as you could, the other flights creeping ahead, outpacing your older planes. They’d get to the enemy much quicker than you.The attack planes- crews of two, monoplanes, with a single twinned pair of rear machine guns. Enough to be concerned about, but seldom enough to save them. >Altitude- 5>Energy- 5/5The formation scattered as Merlin and Fury dove through them, long before you got around. Though, you wondered as you watched them, were you best off following them?>Stay up. You’d volunteer for top cover for the others, even though you’d sacrificed a lot of height already.>Follow through. You just needed two more kills anyways, and if you ripped up the enemy fast enough, maybe you could withdraw before their fighters did the same to you.>Other?
>>4582075There is no pintle mount, indeed. The AA detachment is not currently with you.>>4582381Thanks! Merry Christmas to you all too. Well, Christmas Eve. I hope nobody will be playing quests on Christmas Day, really.
>>4582475>Follow through. You just needed two more kills anyways, and if you ripped up the enemy fast enough, maybe you could withdraw before their fighters did the same to you.
>>4582475>>Follow through. You just needed two more kills anyways, and if you ripped up the enemy fast enough, maybe you could withdraw before their fighters did the same to you.Gotta get those kills. Also we're already down one flight member and really don't need more dogfighting. The faster planes can break off and deal with the escorts if they engage us.
>>4582475>Stay up. You’d volunteer for top cover for the others, even though you’d sacrificed a lot of height already.If things get too hairy we can dive on the attack planes anyway and pull the fighter cover down with us towards our allies. We'll have a hard time getting away after swatting the attackers if the bandits have a steep altitude advantage on us. May as well waste some of their energy and/or altitude.Besides, shooting down slow attack planes with meager defenses isn't much to brag about.
>>4582533>>4582548>>4582593Try your best to be quick and deadly.>>4582620Be a nuisance, hopefully to the enemy.Writing.
>Everyone and their grandma continue to shit on Signy and to a lesser extent the Republic in general.Perspective shift to a republican Vang fanboy when? The girl needs way more love than she's been getting,even if her standards are too high and her shoulders too heavy to accept it. A fanboy's probably the last thing she'd want honestly.Judge above, someone help that poor girl!
>>4582653>Perspective shift to a republican Vang fanboyUnfortunately in order to switch to that perspective one of those would have to actually exist.
>>4582665I have no doubt in my mind that there has to be some nobody young man that was completely socially atomized in Sosaldt but found new life and a sense of communal duty under the Republic's banner shortly after it established itself as an actual power. I can see them watching the Republic come into his town really early on and thinking it was just another warlord coming in and taking over, only to get more and more hype about this Cyclopes woman actually consolidating power and making positive change. Totally getting swept into the propaganda of the fledgling nation and feeling the desire to actually go out and do his part more and more. All this culminating in him actually reading Vang once, having his mind blown to shit, and becoming a complete diehard Mittelsosalia Republican Dog that's been doing wet work for the understaffed republic ever since and is finally getting his chance to be somebody or die trying thanks to Alpha two and there being a lack of willing commanders among their ranks.I don't know, I find the idea of a young man discovering his national identity and fighting to the death for it because he has nothing else in his life worth living for really interesting.I wouldn't mind just playing as Signy herself and seeing how her men treat her through her eyes though.
>>4582681>him actually reading Vang once>implying Sosaldtians can read
>>4582687>implying Sosaldtians can readOh, he probably struggles through it, hell it might be the first book he ever actually gets through with the help of the same guy that probably got him the book to start with. That kinda adds to the point honestly. As Signy is a young woman barely old enough to lead men, this guy would be a young man barely smart enough to know where he's being led but is 100% committed to the cause all the same.
Sorry about the wait, nodded off for a bit. Update very soon.
Bah. Nothing for it now. If trouble came, you’d have to expect the other flight’s to help you, much as it made your teeth grind together to admit that. All the skill in the world couldn’t help you with a lack of altitude and energy against mechanically superior machines, and you were down a plane now. Lucky to not be down a wingman.“Wrath Three,” you said, “that group breaking away on the right.” Fury and Merlin had both chased a pair of groups that were now broken up like flocks of pigeons fleeing from diving hawks, and the final formation was veering away, doing exactly what you’d been doing some minutes ago. “All planes, we’re not bothering covering ourselves. Pick a plane and go for them.”These ground attack planes, called “Crows” by Ellowian designation, were a new breed that the model name wasn’t exactly known of. They’d cropped up in the last war, and were big bulky beasts, despite only having one engine. Armored, probably, and built stockier than a prize bull. With a pair of wing mounted 20mm cannons and a pair of 8mm machine guns, they were a terror to ground troops, but they were slow- if more maneuverable than one might think. Easy to dive on, but those cannons would rip apart one of your planes in but a moment. The preliminary herding was done in an instant. Their formation could protect them against a single plane, the tail guns providing an impressive anti-aircraft defense if in the same direction, but Wrath Two and Three forked away to approach from the flanks- there’d be no choice but for them to split up, as they did- two in each direction, then one in another.As you dove in a shallow incline towards the rear of the paired attack planes, steeling yourself for the hail of bullets sure to come soon, you had already made your plan of attack. Lingering behind them was a simple task, though you’d have to slow yourself to match their speed and dump rounds into them- their rear guns were far less dangerous than their forward armament. However, staying behind also meant prolonged exposure to them, when a speedy attack would trade the opportunity to lay in more damage for safety. Crows weren’t as obese as medium bombers, and could maneuver defensively- you couldn’t just put yourself above them and dive right down without them reacting. One way or another, one side would be going towards you- and the rear was far preferable.>Slow yourself and lay in all you’ve got into one, then the other. Your plane can take a few stray rounds, probably.>Make a pass at top speed. You needed that energy, and you wouldn’t waste it against planes that couldn’t properly threaten you maneuver-wise.>Put yourself above them and dive right down. Worth a try, isn’t it?>Other?
>>4582681>I wouldn't mind just playing as Signy herself and seeing how her men treat her through her eyes though.Better than how they used to, that's for certain. She actually has some power and renown to back up what she talks about now, after all. Something about how having an actual army that can be recognized as such and having fought with it and won.And the elections. When they happen. After the present state of emergency is over. Probably. Some might say that they don't expect there to ever be any, but you ought to trust Signy more than that, right?
>>4582719>>Make a pass at top speed. You needed that energy, and you wouldn’t waste it against planes that couldn’t properly threaten you maneuver-wise.>>4582726>but you ought to trust Signy more than that, right?I dunno Tanq, with the way she's going mission creep is a major issue. Its Ellowie now, later its Valsten, then all of a sudden you have dirty Sosaldtians crashing a wedding in the Blummlands
>>4582719>Make a pass at top speed. You needed that energy, and you wouldn’t waste it against planes that couldn’t properly threaten you maneuver-wise.Boom and zoom them
>>4582719>Make a pass at top speed. You needed that energy, and you wouldn’t waste it against planes that couldn’t properly threaten you maneuver-wise.
>>4582733>>4582734>>4582739Do it fast, do it quick.Writing.>>4582733To be fair it was requested to invite Anya. I almost think some property damage around the Blumlands is desired.
>>4582756I thought Maddy hard vetoed Anya showing up? Honestly I expect Loch to show up again just because he can.
>>4582759She did veto it. Unless you dare to defy her.
Rolled 18, 76 = 94 (2d100)The engine was kept at full power- and you steepened your dive towards the pair of Crows that could do little but accept you were coming for them, beginning turns to force you to bleed off even a little speed. Easily accounted for- but your window of shooting would be short. So would their gunners’. An easy banking turn as you descended towards the pair, one in front of the other. Only time to shoot at one in this pass- but you’d be back before long, you thought as you lined up where the first would be in mere instants, in your gunsights, before squeezing your finger on the triggers at the same time the lancing light of tracer fire from your target’s rear guns tried to touch you.>Roll two sets of 2d100 for 12.7mms and 8mms. DC is 60 roll under, same rules as before. Enemy DC is 15 roll under.
Rolled 36, 98 = 134 (2d100)>>4582769
Rolled 36, 41 = 77 (2d100)>>4582769
Rolled 3, 1 = 4 (2d4)A singular red streak cracked against the steel frame of your canopy, and you flinched as the glass split with a loud crack- but held, as your plane shuddered with the firing of guns, and you pulled away, climbing to your previous altitude as you craned your neck back to see if the damage you’d caused was fatal.Ammunition- x2 12.7: 4/10, x2 8mm: 5/10 No- the Crow tilted to the side, was puffing grey and white smoke, but was still in level flight. Even the 12.7 hitting it and the 8mms surely scoring solid shots, from how much it leaned, wasn’t enough to shoot it down. No way it could attack now, at least.As you ascended once more, you looked off to the east. Everything was in a phase of happening at a speed faster than thought- nobody was going to tell you what threats were coming right now, and you saw them, as surely as anybody else could. The fighters, on their way to get you, to kick you down to earth.>Rolling for enemy planes and type. Number of planes will be first roll plus one.
Four of them- from their shape, Bumblebees. They still had the height and energy, not to mention the numerical advantage. It could have been worse.Time for one more pass on those attackers, though, you thought as you began your turn again. The mission was to take those down- but if you did that, you’d surely get one of these incoming Netillians on your tail.>Swing back down for another attack. Taking out the bombers was your mission, after all. Their only mission was to keep you from doing that.>Call back your flight to help take them on. Older planes or not, their guns could shoot you down all the same, and you couldn’t do your mission dead.>Call for help from another flight. Tell them there’s easy prey for their planes.>Other?
>>4582774>Call for help from another flight. Tell them there’s easy prey for their planes.
>>4582774>>Call for help from another flight. Tell them there’s easy prey for their planes.
>>4582774>>Call for help from another flight. Tell them there’s easy prey for their planes.I assume his would mean we continue attacking the crows. Hopefully another flight actually can help out or we might have to hit the WEP again to make some magic happen.
>>4582775>>4582780>>4582782>>4582785Get some help with your problems. And yes, this does allow you to keep attacking your initial target.Writing.
Rolled 2, 3 + 1 = 6 (2d3 + 1)It stung your pride, and your sense of what was proper, but you couldn’t deny the logic of calling for help. Just the bad taste it put in your mouth. “Merlin, Fury, this is Wrath Leader,” you sent across the squadron net, “There’s four Bumblebees coming down from above and east. They’re easy prey for you, can you take care of them while my flight keeps on the crows?”
An unacceptably long pause of several seconds.“Merlin, I’ve taken down half my targets. I’ll go.” Fury answered. Damn it, couldn’t it have been the other way around?“Affirmative.” Merlin replied, “Good hunting.”“You owe me.” Fury said next, obviously to you, “Like you owe my cousin.”Fuck you. Bringing that shit up in the middle of a fight. Go fuck yourself. “Yeah.” You really didn’t need to be riled up, but there was plenty to take out your anger on, at least. Like the Crow pair you were winging down upon again.The second one lagged behind its damaged partner. Dangerous sentiment. In trying to protect their comrade they made themselves that much more vulnerable. It would have served them better to break off, you thought.Like that one time.Fuck you, Fury. Down you went- once again, as this time, your target refused to maneuver. They were setting themselves up as a fortress, only maneuvering the smallest amount to try and evade your fire when it came. It allowed you to line them up easily- bitterly.>Roll two sets of 2d100 for 12.7mms and 8mms. DC is 70 roll under, same rules as before. Enemy DC is 20 roll under.
Rolled 74, 15 = 89 (2d100)>>4582812
Rolled 86, 17 = 103 (2d100)>>4582812Come on dice, daddy news a new pair of dead airplanes.
Rolled 18, 96 = 114 (2d100)And theirs.
Sounds of your plane’s metal skin being punctured prickled your ears as you made your attack run- an unacceptable distraction on top of everything else.>Integrity-4/6>Energy- 4/5You paid back the tail gunner in spades as you held down the trigger, leaving the plane a second smoking hulk as you banked away. Yet…these Crows were built strong. Like its partner, it was flying- barely, but still.> Ammunition- x2 12.7: 3/10, x2 8mm: 4/10 A glance at your ammunition count. Over halfway out. Then, back to the two crippled planes. They couldn’t attack- you saw their payloads drop, the jettison of their bombs to keep them airborne, an acknowledgement that they couldn’t carry out their mission.Yet they were the enemy. They were Netillians. They were kill marks and nothing better.>Easy kills. Take them.>They were done. There were still planes left. Go after the others.>Other?
>>4582818>Easy kills. Take them.Don't want them coming back for another run, the pepperheads know how disastrous this encirclement would be.
>>4582818>>Easy kills. Take them.
>>4582818>Easy kills. Take them.
>>4582818>They were done. There were still planes left. Go after the others.Waste of ammo.
>>4582818>They were done. There were still planes left. Go after the others.
>>4582818>>They were done. There were still planes left. Go after the others.If we had a surplus of planes and pilots it'd be a different story.
>>4582818>They were done. There were still planes left. Go after the others.I'll break the tie then
>>4582818>Other?Have Zelsey hang back and finish these bombers off. Better for the enemy to lose this material entirely, and he probably has more ammo to work with than our section.Meanwhile we'll head for the furball with Jacynski.How are we doing for fuel, by the way?
>>4582818>>They were done. There were still planes left. Go after the others.
>>4582818This >>4582915Also, tanq, do you have another of these 3D references for the m/28 that you could post?
>>4582821>>4582823>>4582824Take your eight to a ten.>>4582827>>4582841>>4582880>>4582884>>4582995You don't have the time or ammunition to make it worth finishing what's already done.>>4582915>>4583055Delegate.Fuel situation is presently "you're going to have to head back after this."I'll update tomorrow. If you're going to spend Christmas playing quests for whatever reason (no judging- especially with what I post to twitter), then go on ahead, but I won't be running today.Valen probably will update today though, so you can check that out.>>4583055I figured nobody liked the m/28, but sure, I can give you a turnaround of that. Mind you, again, the model lacks certain details like bolts.
>>4583090Personally the m/28s a pretty decent tank, just uh a bit outdated by modern standards even with the upgraded models? Good enough for secondary fronts but I wouldn't want to be facing a T series tank in it.
>>4583090Did you use any real world vehicle's track as inspiration for the 3 and 2 W-profile links on Strossvald's tanks or are they largely your own imagination?
Chistmas over, waking up late the day after not over.Update on its way.>>4583619It's honestly been long enough that I don't even remember. Possibly, probably.
You wanted to finish them off. At least, to send the rest of your flight after them and make sure those two planes never went home. If you could, you would. Yet, you turned your plane away. It was a waste of ammunition and time. Cold logic advised a different path from your itchy trigger finger. As you turned about, in one direction, you saw most of the squadron chasing attack planes. Yet, up and over to the other side, more fighters approaching. They’d strike soon, but…only half, it looked like. The other half were heading for Fury’s current fight. Much as you thought it an uneven fight, with the energy advantage, even Bumblebees weren’t as easy prey as one might haughtily assume. Fury would be in trouble soon, at this rate.>The mission was the attack planes. Finish them off and you can all be on your way. You all couldn’t fight much longer anyways.>Help Fury, both with your plane and with your flight. >Other?
>>4584015>The mission was the attack planes. Finish them off and you can all be on your way. You all couldn’t fight much longer anyways.
>>4584015>The mission was the attack planes. Finish them off and you can all be on your way. You all couldn’t fight much longer anyways.If our plane was one of the better ones then maybe we could fight them off but we got a job to do.
>>4584015>>The mission was the attack planes. Finish them off and you can all be on your way. You all couldn’t fight much longer anyways.Our flight and our air force in general are in no position to pursue a fight of attrition.
>>4584036>>4584103>>4584144Finish them off.Writing,
Tch. You eased towards your own flight’s engagements. “Wrath,” you said to everybody still around, “Finish off those Crows, their fighter cover’s here to screw with us. Fury’s keeping most of them off our backs, so hurry up!”Both your wingmen were still chasing their targets- you couldn’t blame them for not having shot them down yet. Crows were tough hunks of metal. When Fury broke off, they left at least one straggler, one for you to finish. Even now, the damage you’d done to the attack wing was enough that they all ought to turn back- and so ought you. As you veered in towards a Crow that had been left by Fury, however, its ordinance not dropped in some vain hope that you’d be fended off, you saw one of the fighters from above pick you out- and come straight for you. A Bumblebee, but with its advantages, it was definitely faster, though it wouldn’t be able to outturn you.There hadn’t been an update from Storm Lord about the other squadron- no time to even discuss it. It was obvious how this was going. Either you’d chase down the Crow and take it out, and accept this new fighter on your tail, or you’d be forced to leave it, to try and shake it off before it could get a good shot on you…>Keep on the attack plane. That shot you were lining up would be perfect…>Turn off. Focus on making sure that Bumblebee doesn’t put enough holes in your plane to put you down.>Other?
>>4584230>Keep on the attack plane. That shot you were lining up would be perfect…ELLOWIE ACKBAR