>>6009702
“Valentina!” you call out. “How are we doing with the prisoners?”

“The Hazari troops can handle it from here,” she assures you, having just now passed off the task of overseeing the surrender of defeated ‘loyalist’ officers and soldiers to the professional carabineers you brought into Sakia with you.

“First sergeant,” you demand of the man she was dealing with. “How many men can you spare?”

“Three squads,” he answers immediately. That means twenty-seven men, split into groups of nine with one sergeant leading each. Not bad, but definitely not as many as you’d typically like given the amount of area you’re going to have to cover. That also doesn’t cleanly align with the number of your fellow warriors – four warriors, three squads.

>You’ll coordinate the three squads, each working with one silver-eyed warrior.
>The three squads will follow after the silver-eyed warriors, who will take the lead.
>You, Aurora, and Valentina will each take a squad. Serana will remain here as a rearguard.
>Other?

>>6009703
>>You, Aurora, and Valentina will each take a squad. Serana will remain here as a rearguard.

>>6009703
>You’ll coordinate the three squads, each working with one silver-eyed warrior.

>>6009827
Doh, I forgot Serana was mute. Changing to
>The three squads will follow after the silver-eyed warriors, who will take the lead.
But leave a warrior behind as a rearguard.

>>6009703
>>The three squads will follow after the silver-eyed warriors, who will take the lead.

>>6009703
>3d10 best of three

Rolled 2, 10, 5 = 17 (3d10)

>>6010559

Rolled 2, 4, 2 = 8 (3d10)

>>6010559

Rolled 9, 6, 2 = 17 (3d10)

>>6010559

>>6010559
“Valentina, Aurora,” you decide. “You and I are going to lead those three squads. Serana, please act as our rearguard. Make sure the processing of prisoners goes smoothly and that we have a defensible point in town to fall back to if we have to.”

Serana nods in agreement. [Understand. Leave to me.]

“Thank you,” you nod politely.

…

You soon meet with the squad of soldiers you’ll be leading, nine men led by one Sergeant Konstantin Freisen – a young man with stern eyes and black hair cut close. “Ma’am.”

“We’re moving out immediately,” you order. “Follow me.”

“Of course.”

>Take the lead and move straight in – suppress both sides again.
>Identify the loyalist faction and take the lead, let your soldiers back you up.
>You’ll be the distraction.
>Other?

>>6011743
>Identify the loyalist faction and take the lead, let your soldiers back you up.

>>6011743
>>Take the lead and move straight in – suppress both sides again.

>>6011743
You’re not entirely sure whether you should take down both sides again on principle, or whether you should focus on identifying the loyalist faction and taking them down. What you do know is that it should be you that takes the lead, serving to create a distraction that your soldiers can take advantage of.

>3d10 best of three

Rolled 4, 10, 6 = 20 (3d10)

>>6012848

Rolled 9, 1, 1 = 11 (3d10)

>>6012848

Rolled 9, 9, 7 = 25 (3d10)

>>6012848

>>6012848
Your decision to throw yourself headlong into the fray and sort things out as you go along actually works out nicely. It’s another street battle that’s broken out, almost the same as the last time with both sides taking cover and taking opportunistic shots at each other. So when one side starts shooting at you and not the other, it becomes immediately clear which side you need to focus on disarming first.

It’s a task you carry out with practiced efficiency, without any serious incident. Fragments of a bullet you cut from the air manage to draw blood on your cheek, and you huck an enemy soldier through a nearby window which causes him some messy but not life-threatening injuries, but your assault allows time for the Hazari soldiers under your personal leadership to sweep in after you and put bullets into the cover surrounding many of the loyalist officers and men.

The sound of the impacts and the spray of brick fragments have a predictable effect, which is to force the enemy troops into cover – which lets you get up close to them and toss them around. And once you have the enemy troops more or less under control, your Hazari soldiers set to work forcing the mutineers to stop fighting.

>Take the loyalist soldiers into custody, same as before.
>Disarm the loyalists, turn them loose, and move on to the next problem.
>Leave the loyalists in the hands of the mutineers with explicit instructions not to kill them.
>Other?

>>6013831
>Disarm the loyalists, turn them loose, and move on to the next problem.
Make them take off their pants, and tell them that anyone caught with a weapon and no pants will get no quarter.

>>6013838
>>6013831
lmao I'm down with this.

>>6013831
>>Take the loyalist soldiers into custody, same as before.

>>6013831
>3d10 best of three

Rolled 5, 9, 5 = 19 (3d10)

>>6014787

Rolled 9, 8, 4 = 21 (3d10)

>>6014787

Rolled 9, 6, 4 = 19 (3d10)

>>6014787

>>6014787
You consider it for a moment, before issuing an order that comes as a surprise to basically everyone listening. “Drop your weapons and your pants, in that order.”

…

There aren’t any female soldiers among the loyalists this time, which somewhat simplifies things for obvious reasons of appearance. After some grumbling your enemies are disarmed and rendered obvious at a glance, so you explain the rest of your reasoning.

“Anyone caught ‘out-of-uniform’ but armed will be dealt with harshly,” you declare to them, your gaze cold and stern as iron. “Other than that, you are free to leave.”

There are a few disbelieving looks among the group, but no arguments.

“… interesting choice,” Sergeant Freisen muses. “But I suppose that works.”

“So long as it keeps them out of trouble,” you counter.

Listening carefully you hear less gunfire now – the other two teams must have succeeded in their own objectives. So you move on to the next fight, which is close to the waterfront. From a nearby building you can tell that the open boulevard running past the docks has become a no-man’s land due to how open the lines of sight are, with most of the soldiers having taken cover closer to the first row of buildings which overlook the harbor.

Separately there are a few soldiers who have positioned themselves on or around the wooden docks, taking cover behind wooden crates and barrels or creeping along the rocks at the base of the seawall.

“Sergeant,” you draw the man over to look at what you’re seeing. “What’s your assessment?”

“Well,” the young man frowns. “There are a few ways to do this – we would have to establish which side was which before doing any of them.”

“Go on,” you nod.

“We could turn the enemy’s side and flank them, set them up in a crossfire,” he suggests. “That could convince them to surrender.”

“As opposed to joining the mutineers and helping with whatever strategy they had in mind,” you declare.

The sergeant nods. “Third option’s helping them flank along the waterfront. We’d have to approach from the water though – tougher, yes, but totally unexpected.”

>I like unexpected. Let’s do it.
>We should coordinate with the mutineers.
>Let’s turn the flank ourselves, on dry land.
>Other?

>>6016567
>>We should coordinate with the mutineers.

>>6016567
>Let’s turn the flank ourselves, on dry land.

>>6016567
>Let’s turn the flank ourselves, on dry land.

>>6016567
>3d10 best of three

Rolled 9, 7, 1 = 17 (3d10)

>>6017992

Rolled 5, 10, 8 = 23 (3d10)

>>6017992

Rolled 2, 6, 7 = 15 (3d10)

>>6017992

>>6017992
“We’ll flank,” you decide. “On dry land – no sense going for a swim if we can make the necessary maneuver without doing so.”

“Agreed,” the sergeant replies, before gesturing curtly to his men. “We’re moving out down the road that runs parallel to the portside promenade. Gaelio, take the lead. Jasper, cover him. Lady Noel and I will be behind you.”

“On me, Jasper.”

“Got you, Gaelio.”

…

The two men in the lead quickly guide you and their squad through the streets, past where you can hear your enemy firing from cover one street over towards the north, and into the ground floor of a nearby building. From the windows nearest the corner, you can look down onto the enemy soldiers from behind and above, completely negating their advantage of cover. Some of the men are holed up in the ground floor of a different building, and some are too close to the wall to see. But there are also men completely vulnerable on and around the docks, to the left of your new position.

“What do we do?” the sergeant asks you urgently. “If we fired on them from here we could cut their numbers to something manageable right quick.”

“And if we didn’t they might turn their fire on us,” you add, completing his thought.

>Shoot to startle them, force them to surrender. That’s the plan.
>Fire on them to force their surrender. I’LL give them something else to shoot at.
>You have my permission to fire seriously on the enemies on the docks.
>Other?

>>6019257
>>Fire on them to force their surrender. I’LL give them something else to shoot at.

>>6019257
>Fire on them to force their surrender. I’LL give them something else to shoot at.

>>6019257
>3d10 best of three

Rolled 4, 6, 1 = 11 (3d10)

>>6020421

Rolled 6, 6, 8 = 20 (3d10)

>>6020421

Rolled 9, 1, 4 = 14 (3d10)

>>6020421

>>6020421
“Well,” you decide, “don’t worry about it. I’ll make sure they have something else to be shooting at.”

“What do you…” the Sergeant begins, only to find that you’ve already leapt from an open window and started running off towards your enemy while waving your sword like a maniac. As they start firing on you, your answer is to begin weaving erratically through their field of fire. You evade or parry their shots in the midst of the frenetic action, allowing your squad to take your enemy under fire.

Their first targets are the enemy soldiers along the waterfront, who find that bullets are suddenly striking all around them – striking, what’s more, on the wrong side of their cover. Those soldiers quickly realize how exposed they are, and seek shelter closer to the buildings on the other side of the road.

Of course, that leaves the mutineers free to move up along the waterfront and take the flank. Taking fire from three sides, the soldiers become too panicked to shoot at you any more, and seem close to having their morale shattered under the crossfire.

>How dare they forget about you – use your position to give them the last push into surrendering.
>Fall back for now, let the flanking maneuver do its job.
>Other?

>>6021776
>Fall back for now, let the flanking maneuver do its job.

>>6021776
>Fall back for now, let the flanking maneuver do its job.

>>6021776
>>Fall back for now, let the flanking maneuver do its job.

>>6021776
>3d10 best of three

Rolled 10, 2, 6 = 18 (3d10)

>>6022510

Rolled 6, 8, 3 = 17 (3d10)

>>6022510

Rolled 9, 3, 7 = 19 (3d10)

>>6022510

>>6022510
You decide to immediately fall back, and not a moment too soon – the fire starts coming back your way, not just from the loyalist faction but a few stray shots from the flanking group as they come up from below the seawall. So after blocking a few bullets with your sword, and taking a rather painful piece of shattered bullet to your left eye, you find yourself back in cover on the ground floor of a nearby building. You’ve had to jump through what was left of a window to do so, and you crawl away from the broken glass across the front parlor of some family’s apartment to get around onto the safer side of the back wall.

When you turn the corner you find the family sheltering in their modest kitchen – a mother, son, and daughter, with the children each being somewhere in their teens you’d guess. Then you glance down, realizing that the mother has a shotgun in her hands as she motions for her children to get behind her.

Carefully, and painstakingly slowly, you return your sword to the holster slung across your back and hold your hands up over your shoulders. “Okay, I think we got off on the wrong foot here.”

“Mom,” the daughter asks nervously, “why is her eye doing that?”

“I don’t know, Jessie,” the mother insists quickly, in a state bordering on panic. “Hush now, the both of you.”

“It’s healing,” you inform them.

“Now, I don’t know what kinda demon you are miss, but… I’m sorry?”

“It’s healing,” you repeat. “I was shot there and it’s healing. Sorry if it frightened your children, but it’s a reflex for me. May I wipe the blood away?”

After a tense moment, the woman nods. You wipe the blood off from around your eye, blinking a few times to test it until it’s clear. “Thank you.”

Then you raise your left hand back level with your right. “I mean you no harm.”

>Will you let me stay in your kitchen until the shooting stops?
>Is there any other way out of your apartment I could use?
>I apologize, but I may need to knock a hole in your wall.
>Other?

>>6023381
>>Is there any other way out of your apartment I could use?

>>6023381
>>Is there any other way out of your apartment I could use?
>“Okay, I think we got off on the wrong foot here.”
Ha!

>>6023381
>Is there any other way out of your apartment I could use?