>>37535615
>Shoot the sniper.
Always get the guy with the longest range first.

>>37535615
>Shoot the sniper.
Well looks like we start this thread with them feels.

>>37535615
>Shoot the sniper.

>>37535615
>Shoot the sniper.

>>37535615
>>Shoot the sniper.
how?

>>37535615
>>Shoot the sniper.

this has to be a dream or something.

Always geek the mage first.

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>>37535615
You raise your rifle towards the sniper's chest and fire. The force of the impact slams him against the side of the tank and turns his body towards you. Blood pours from his chest wound and from his mouth. His lip quivers and he reaches out for you with his hand.

"Why…" He whimpers softly and more blood pours out of his mouth. "Why did you kill me?"

His hand drops.

"Why does it hurt so much?"

The sniper cries bloodstained tears and continues to mumble incoherently. His skull cracks open from a bullet wound you didn't make and his brain matter blubbers out. He doesn't stop crying.

You remember all the other soldiers you killed. Why did they have to die?

>"I didn't want to do this. You're the ones who invaded Gallia. This is your fault."
>"This is war. That's all it is."
>"You died because you were in my way. That's all it is."
>Ignore the sniper.

>>37536113
>"This is war. That's all it is."

>>37536113
>"I didn't want to do this. You're the ones who invaded Gallia. This is your fault."

>>37536113
>"This is war. That's all it is."

>>37536113
>Ignore the sniper.

>>37536113
>"I didn't want to do this. You're the ones who invaded Gallia. This is your fault."

>>37536113
>>"This is war. That's all it is."

>>37536113
>"This is war. That's all it is."

>>37536113
>>"I didn't want to do this. You're the ones who invaded Gallia. This is your fault."

>>37536113
"This is war," you say. "That's all it is."

You walk away from the sniper. He turns his head with what little strength he has left and watches you leave.

"This is war?" He asks. "I didn't know. I didn't know."

"I did," you whisper to yourself. "Even if I didn't really understand, I knew what I was getting into. I can accept it."

You continue your journey towards the Imperial troops. Your boots sink into the morass of bloated, putrefied corpses.

You're not in a plain or a battlefield. You're in a city. This is Velde, your hometown and your dominion. You remember this place, but not like this.

The city walls are shattered and Imperial troops are pouring through. The workshops and houses are burning. Imperial Tanks are rolling through the streets, crushing everything and everyone in their way.

>Run away.
>Attack!
>Find a good vantage point.

>>37536599
>Run away

>>37536599
>>Find a good vantage point.

>>37536599
>>Find a good vantage point.
Sniper is what we are, sniping is what we do.

>>37536599
>Find a good vantage point.

>>37536599
>Find a good vantage point.

>>37536599
>Find a good vantage point.

>>37536599
>Find a good vantage point.
Positioning, People!

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>>37536599
You look for your family's manor. Velde is swarming with Imperials, but this is your city. You know your way around better than anyone. You duck into the alleys and climb your way to the rooftops. Jumping from across roofs, you head towards your home. You land on the fence, then drop into your courtyard, but you're not done. You run through the front door, up the stairs, all the way up to the manor's signature belltower. You barricade the door behind you and set your rifle on the side of the belltower.

You look for the nearest Imperial soldier and shoot him. Then you shoot another. Then another. When you run out of bullets, you get more from a nearby box of ammunition.

"I can do this all day," you say to yourself.

Tank shells fall upon your manor and the belltower itself, but you ignore them and focus on your task.

"I can do this all day," you say again. "WHO WANTS TO SEND A MESSAGE TO GALLIA?"

The Imperial tanks roll over the dead soldiers, but their tracks sink into the corpses, throwing off their balance.

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>>37537130
You hear someone calling your name, then something pokes you in your ribs.

You wake up to see Jetje looming over you.

"Good morning," she says. "Rough night?"

"You could say that," you say as you sit yourself up. "Has there been news?"

"Just fighting in the trenches," she says. "The usual."

Jetje hands you a cup of coffee. It has a slight aftertaste of pea soup, but the aroma of the coffee overpowers it enough that you don't mind too much. Lunch will taste like coffee, but you'll complain about that later.

"According to Major Lenier's adjutants, we'll be getting specialized troops to deal with the tanks later today," Jetje says. "Until then, we still have time off."

You'll need to schedule some training if you do get a new addition to your team, but for the moment, you can rest a little.

>Go for a walk around the citadel.
>Just wait for the new troops to arrive.
>Go back in the trenches. You might as well take some potshots at the Imperials.

>>37537161
>>Go for a walk around the citadel.

>>37537161
>Tell Jetje you love her.

>>37537161
>Go for a walk around the citadel.
We should also check and see how everyone is holding up.

>>37537161
>Just wait for the new troops to arrive.

>>37537161
>>Go for a walk around the citadel.


Also loved the inglorious bastards reference.

>>37537161
>Go for a walk around the citadel.

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>>37537161
"I'll have a walk around," you say. "I can use some exercise that's not life-threatening."

"Just remember to get dressed first," Jetje says. "Unless you want to give the troops a show."

"Sadly, my legs are not that sexy," you say. "Enjoy your day off and report to the courtyard once the new troops arrive. If we get anyone new, we'll need to get them up to speed."

"Sure thing."

You put on your uniform. Your appearance is a mess - you haven't shaved in more than a week for starters - but you don't have the time or tools to make yourself presentable. The Gallian Army hasn't seen fit to bring in a barber.

You look out the window before heading out. The Gallian and Imperial trenches have been dug in. They're not very large, but they are a twisted, winding labyrinth. Even in trench warfare, your most significant advantage is still the citadel. If the Imperials try to sneak into your lines, they'll be spotted immediately.

You leave room - it's private, but it's barely larger than a closet and it'll go to someone else once your turn with it is over - and head for the stairs. It's a nice day out and no one will suspect you of desertion if you wander around, so you have quite a few places you could visit.

>There are some mountain trails on the Gallian side. They'd make a nice challenge.
>Go to the ramparts. You can watch over the battlefield.
>Go to the courtyard. It has a few relaxing spots, if you can ignore the sound of the mortars.

>>37537679
>Go to the courtyard. It has a few relaxing spots, if you can ignore the sound of the mortars.

>>37537679
>>Go to the ramparts. You can watch over the battlefield.

>>37537679
>Go to the courtyard. It has a few relaxing spots, if you can ignore the sound of the mortars.

>>37537679
>>Go to the courtyard. It has a few relaxing spots, if you can ignore the sound of the mortars.

>>37537679
>>There are some mountain trails on the Gallian side. They'd make a nice challenge.

>>37537679
>There are some mountain trails on the Gallian side. They'd make a nice challenge.

>>37537679
>>There are some mountain trails on the Gallian side. They'd make a nice challenge.

>>37537679
Go to the courtyard. We already have shellshock. Let's just take some R&R

>>37537679

>There are some mountain trails on the Gallian side. They'd make a nice challenge.

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>>37537679
You decide to visit the courtyard on your way to the mountain trails. You've got time to spare anyway.

The courtyard on the Gallian side of the border is empty. There are some people out and about, but they all look like they're on official business. You'd expect some people to eat or rest here. Most of the troops must be either in the trenches or safe in the citadel.

You do find one person swinging a sword under the shade.

"Still practicing, Karl?"

"Every day." He swings his heavy longsword up and down in clean, practiced slashes. "Running around with all the equipment all takes effort."

"So I've been told," you say. "Personally, I rather like skulking about."

"To each their own," Karl says.

You sit against the tree and watch Karl practice.

"I heard we were getting reinforcements," you say. "Did you think about getting your team again?"

"A little," Karl says. "I understand I need to live up to my rank, but it's not that easy. Honestly, I'd rather wait until you make captain so I can stay your subordinate. The chain of command we had in Teschelbero was too weak. I'm a fencer, so I don't have a full picture of the battlefield. I need some direction to work effectively."

>"Sorry, I like being a first lieutenant. The responsibility is just the right side."
>"I'm hoping to make captain before we're assigned somewhere else, assuming the Gallian Army has the troops to spare."
>"I can keep you around until I'm a general."

>>37538240
>"I'm hoping to make captain before we're assigned somewhere else, assuming the Gallian Army has the troops to spare."

>>37538240
>>"I'm hoping to make captain before we're assigned somewhere else, assuming the Gallian Army has the troops to spare."


I suppose it's a good idea to figure out career ambitions... but general seems too tough

>>37538240
>>"I'm hoping to make captain before we're assigned somewhere else, assuming the Gallian Army has the troops to spare."

>>37538240
>"I'm hoping to make captain before we're assigned somewhere else, assuming the Gallian Army has the troops to spare."

"Though if you like it enough I suppose you can stick around until I make general" said as a joke.

>>37538240
>>"I'm hoping to make captain before we're assigned somewhere else, assuming the Gallian Army has the troops to spare."

>>37538240
>>"I'm hoping to make captain before we're assigned somewhere else, assuming the Gallian Army has the troops to spare."
Provided we stay alive long enough... oh wait.

>>37538240
>"I'm hoping to make captain before we're assigned somewhere else, assuming the Gallian Army has the troops to spare."

Is black still best, guys?

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>>37538240
"I'm hoping to make captain before we're assigned somewhere else," you say. "Assuming the Gallian Army has the troops to spare."

"You could poach some recruits from the militia," Karl says.

"I'd rather not unless I have to," you say. "The militia is useful for basic manoeuvres, but I think a small team of specialists is more useful for the missions we've had to deal with. Then again, the team will get bigger anyway if I do get promoted."

You stand up and brush the grass off your pants.

"Anyway, I'm heading up the mountain," you say. "Good luck with your training."

"Have fun with your mountain climbing," Karl says.

Although Karl called it mountain climbing, it's not nearly as difficult. There are a few trails specifically to train troops and to provide additional fallback points in case something goes wrong and the citadel falls.

You find the nearest such trail and start walking. It's uphill, but it's not the most tiring thing you've done.

After half an hour of walking, you see Vanessa coming your way.

"Hello, Renard," she says. "Did you come up here to exercise too?"

"Just a bit," you say. "We're expecting new troops soon and I'd like to have a look at them."

You fall into step next to Vanessa and follow her back down the trail.

"It's strange," she says. "I wanted a break from the strain of fighting, but I decided to go up a mountain."

"Exercise is much easier when no one is shooting at you," you say.

"I suppose that's true."

Vanessa slows down her pace and looks at you.

"There is something I've been meaning to talk to you about, if you don't mind," she says.

"You can always ask."

"You know how General Gunther promised that all Darcsen who joined the Gallian Army would be allowed to have a last name?"

"I'm vaguely aware of it," you say.

"Do you think… do you really think I'll be able to keep my name after this is over?"

>"Honestly? I doubt it."
>"Honestly? I doubt it'll matter much."
>"Of course. Why not?"

>>37538795
>>"Of course. Why not?"

>>37538795
>"Of course. Why not?"
Only a land of burgers and clapping would renege on promises to their veterans.

>>37538795
>"Of course. Why not?"

>"Of course. Why not?"

>>37538795
>>"Of course. Why not?"
Why would a respected general renege his word?

>>37538795
>>"Of course. Why not?"

>>37538795
"I'm thinking that regardless of what happens, you'll have earned it, and that's all that matters. I think it's highly unlikely the government will risk civil unrest originating from trained soldiers right after such a large-scale war, though that is assuming we win."

>>37538795
>>"Honestly? I doubt it."

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>>37538795
"Of course," you say. "Why not?"

"Well, I heard his proposal wasn't very popular with the nobility. Or the rest of the military. Or the rest of the public." Vanessa looks down. "I'm just worried… even if General Gunther wants to keep his promise, what if he doesn't make it through the war?"

"Generals rarely fight on the front lines," you say. "He'll make it out fine."

You pat Vanessa on the back.

"Come on, let's get back," you say. "We have new troops waiting for us."

Said troops are standing information outside the citadel as you arrive. The major is standing in front of them, handing their assignments. He waves you over.

"First Lieutenant de Velde, I have a new lancer for you," he says.

"Lancer, sir?"

"Our new weapon to deal with tanks," Major Lenier says. "The lances fire rockets capable of penetrating a tank's armour or destroying its tracks. We don't have many, but we should have enough to fend off the next Imperial attack. Here are the folders I reserved for you."

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>>37539209
The first name on the list is John Matrix, a trained scout with some experience with explosives. His performance record is extremely impressive.
>Potential - "Fuck you, asshole": Once per battle, John Matrix may ignore one failed defensive roll as his opponent runs out of ammunition.

The second name is William Nelson, a noted chemist and physicist. According to his application documents, he joined the army to make things explode.
>Potential - SCIENCE!: On a failed accuracy roll, William Nelson still destroys a tank's tracks with the power of his explosives.

The third name is Stella Lorentz. She went to prison for setting several factories on fire. She seems to have an anti-industrial political agenda.
>Potential - Terror Tactics: After a successful attack, the enemy's morale drops, decreasing the DC of her next roll by 10.

>"I'll take John Matrix."
>"I'll take William Nelson."
>"I'll take Stella Lorentz."

>>37539234
William Nelson!

>>37539234
>"I'll take William Nelson."

>>37539234
>"I'll take William Nelson."

Time for science!

>>37539234
>>"I'll take William Nelson."
that fact that it will still fuck up a tank is why i want him.

>>37539234
>>"I'll take William Nelson."

>>37539234
>"I'll take William Nelson."
A lancer needs to love and live explosions.

>>37539234
>"I'll take William Nelson."
Can't beat that. Even if he misses he still gets a mobility kill.

>>37539234
>"I'll take Stella Lorentz."

>>37539234
>"I'll take William Nelson."

>>37539234
Man we passed up Stalone and now we're passing up Schwarzenegger. But yeah William Nelson has the better potential here.

>>37539234
>>"I'll take William Nelson."

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>>37539234
"I'll take William Nelson," you say. "His skill with explosives looks… impressive."

"Your call," Major Lenier says. "Sergeant Nelson, here's your new commanding officer!"

"Yes, sir." Nelson steps out of the line to meet you. "Sergeant William Nelson, sir. I'm ready to serve."

"Welcome aboard, sergeant," you say. "The rules are simple. We keep it casual when we're off work, but I need discipline on the battlefield. Clear?"

"Absolutely clear," William says. "I'm looking forward to it."

"Come on, let's take care of introductions."

You lead William to a corner of the courtyard where the rest of your team is waiting and go through the usual introductions.

"Now that we have William with us, we'll be able to deal with Imperial tanks," you say. "We won't have to hide in the trenches and rely on mortar strikes."

"I guess we'll be going to training and the armoury next?" Nina asks.

>"We're going to the training grounds first."
>"We're going to the armoury first."

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>>37539689
>>"We're going to the training grounds first."

>>37539689
>>"We're going to the armoury first."

>>37539689
>"We're going to the training grounds first."

>>37539689
>"We're going to the armoury first."

>>37539689
>"We're going to the training grounds first."

>>37539689
>>"We're going to the training grounds first."
time to get sweaty

>>37539689
>"We're going to the training grounds first."

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>>37539689
"We're going to the training grounds first," you say. "I want us all in top shape before we go looking for equipment."

You wait for the other lancers to disperse and head to your usual spot on the training grounds.

"Welcome back," Sergeant Malbridge says. "I see you have someone you. Looking to work on your teamwork."

"That's the idea," you say. "Can you give us a hand?"

"Of course, sir."

>You have 5182XP to spend on the following:
>Engineer 2 - (0/800XP to level 3)
>Fencer 2 - (0/1100XP to level 3)
>Lancer 1 - (0/750XP to level 2)
>Scout 3 - (0/1650XP to level 4)
>Shocktrooper 2 - (0/1300XP to level 3)
>Sniper 3 - (0/2250XP to level 4)
>Officer 2 - (0/1600XP to level 3)

>You can also learn the following orders:
>Movement Boost (900XP)
>Evasion Boost (900XP)
>Range Boost (900XP)

>>37540007
>Lancer 1 - (0/750XP to level 2)
>Fencer 2 - (0/1100XP to level 3)
>Officer 2 - (0/1600XP to level 3)
>Engineer 2 - (0/800XP to level 3)

>>37540134
backing this

>>37540007
Let's add an evasion boost to >>37540134

>>37540007
>Lancer 1 - (0/750XP to level 2)
>Engineer 2 - (0/800XP to level 3)
>Officer 2 - (0/1600XP to level 3)
>Fencer 2 - (0/1100XP to level 3)
>Evasion Boost (900XP)

>>37540275
Yeah, let's do that. I didn't scroll down, so didn't see the orders.

>>37540007
>>37540295
This

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>>37540007
>Level Gained: Engineer 3
>Level Gained: Fencer 3
>Level Gained: Lancer 2
>Level Gained: Officer 3
>Order Gained: Evasion Boost

You go over your recent battles and pay special attention to bringing William into the team and figuring out how his lance will alter your strategies. It'll be most effective against tanks, but it'll still ruin an infantry soldier's day if they get hit square in the face.

"That's enough for today," you say. "We'll test things out during the next battle."

"That doesn't exactly fill me with confidence," Nina says.

"It's not like we have a lot of options," you say. "Come on, let's see what the armoury has for us."

You shuffle over to Gaul office or stash or whatever Gaul calls his corner of the citadel. Coincidentally, he's unloading crates of lances as you arrive.

"Welcome," he says. "Come to have a look at my new wares?"

"So long as you have something we need," you say.

>You have 3519DCT to spend on the following:
>Lance: Lancaar Type 1 (950DCT)
>Machine Gun: MMG-01 (950DCT)
>Grenades: Gallian Mark 1 (950DCT)

>>37540418
>>Lance: Lancaar Type 1 (950DCT)
>>Machine Gun: MMG-01 (950DCT)

>>37540418
Buy ALL THE THINGS.

>>37540418
>Lance: Lancaar Type 1 (950DCT)
>Machine Gun: MMG-01 (950DCT)
>Grenades: Gallian Mark 1 (950DCT)

Get everything. Unless there's previous stuff we haven't got that we might want.

>>37540418
>Buy everything

>>37540418
>Lance: Lancaar Type 1 (950DCT)
>Machine Gun: MMG-01 (950DCT)
>Grenades: Gallian Mark 1 (950DCT)

>>37540418
>>Lance: Lancaar Type 1 (950DCT)
>>Machine Gun: MMG-01 (950DCT)
>>Grenades: Gallian Mark 1 (950DCT)
we have the cash and he has the stuff.

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>>37540418
"I'll take everything we don't already have," you say. "There's no point in being cheap now."

"Right, I heard the commanders want to force the Imperials out of Ghirlandaio completely," Gaul says. "It's not going to be an easy fight. I'll make sure you're taken care of."

You spend some time going over the new equipment, particularly the lance and the grenades. You don't want them to explode in your face. Afterwards, you gather your team.

"All right people," you say. "In all likelihood, our next mission will be a two-step offensive. We need to intercept the incoming Imperial reinforcements, but we can't do that without pulling the Imperials out of their trenches. Get ready for a tough fight. In the meantime, enjoy your break."

"Yes, sir!"

>>37540774
And that's all for today. Next thread will be Wednesday January 29th at the usual time. I'll see you all then and thanks for playing.

>>37540795
>January 29th
That's supposed to be 28th.

>>37540795
Thanks for running. Hopefully we can run into Ernestine next time.

>>37540795
hey did we pay him back yet cause i remember we have a debt to him.