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Private First Class Linda Vogel





I hope I never have to see that guy again, but something tells me I will not be so fortunate. Linda thought of the sergeant after hearing the reply that Evan gave her. When the man stood up Linda was practically looking up in order to meet his eyes with her own blue eyes. He is huge! I knew he was a little big but not this big. Upon the offer of the hand Linda accepted the handshake with a firm grip. "Likewise! I am Linda Vogel. Just call me Linda." It was then that the mechanic pointed over to a group that Linda did not notice prior to entering and instructed her about the sergeant, corporal, and another new recruit.

Upon hearing the comment of injury, Linda's face turned toward disgust as she quickly imagined the many gruesome ways a medical procedure could go. Not that she knew much of about medicine aside from applying a bandage, but the imagination did not take much fuel. Thankfully Evan's chuckle eased her from the disgusting imagery and she allowed him to finish speaking before her polite reply, noting his hatred for the dark-hair. Though Linda was not extremely prejudiced against the Darcsens and gave them a chance, she certainly did not enjoy dark-hair company every day and was always told stories about how bad they were. "Thanks for the tip. Don't worry, I do not plan on getting myself or anyone else shot, not now or ever! I will go ahead and head over there now." And with that, Linda started forward to the group Evan pointed out, though she knew better than to interrupt whatever it was they were doing and decided to wait until they were finished or until she was called upon. Today was finally looking up for her and she was ready to meet her squadmates, eat some food, and take a nap. However, that time will come when it came and so Linda stayed tense, adhering to protocol like the boot she was as she waited.
Private First Class Linda Vogel





Linda could not believe her misfortune! First of all, she just arrived in Fort Breda today on a truck and had one heck of a ride all the way over to the base. Though Linda enjoyed the travel, the amount of time that she had to stay seated on the way took its toll on her body. Second, Linda found out first hand about the flaws of military bureaucracy. Upon reaching Fort Breda, she found out that the squad she was supposed to link up with was in fact already deployed. This turn of events left Linda miffed as she scrambled to figure out just what the heck she was supposed to do. Her superiors directed her to the vehicle bay, where she met the oh-so-lovely Sergeant on this fine day. The rest is history.

Linda stayed silent and at attention as the Sergeant continued with his little masquerade, careful not to lock her knees. She already hated this guy, though he was of superior rank and if there was one thing that Linda was taught in boot camp it was to respect a superior officer. Still, the treatment that he showed this particular squad was....interesting. Upon hearing the sergeant's question Linda quickly snapped a salute to the sergeant and replied "Yes sir!" She stayed at attention until the sergeant left, upon which after hearing the comment about her name and the pet name she was given by him she closed her eyes, put her palm on her face, and sighed in frustration.

Titmouse? Seriously? What is he, two? This berating only proved to foul Linda's mood more. Even so when the man waved to her Linda made sure not to be too insulting. The first impression was the most important, and apparently these people were going to be the ones to watch her back when she was deployed. Linda waved back to the man and took a step forward, reading his name-tag. PFC Carn eh? Well, at least he's handsome. Gotta take pride in the little things, right mom? "Tell me that guy is not always like this...please."

@Raven_Operative
I already smell all of the shenanigans that will be coming out of the woodwork. It is a good smell!
Lt. Gunter Speidel fully recovered his hearing and was standing up by the time , but in reaction to the events that were unfolding before him a part of him wished he hadn't. The explanation was too vague for Gunter, almost as if this was a fairy tale. Still, he owed the life of himself to this pipsqueak and decided therefore to give her a chance to explain herself. Gunter was a war veteran, but he was also an officer. Gotta control the situation or my life will be no more.

Analyzing the reactions of those around him as well as their looks, Gunter immediately knew this was going to be a trip. So many undisciplined cowboys, at least by first impression. He hated those types. Always unpredictable and a danger to themselves and others. First, however, he already saw his assumptions of this lot being undisciplined cowboys prove true. That one, Ming, she looked awfully like the Felinus in Cenith, and so his observation was biased toward his culture. Disappointment. He thought as he sternly commanded and prayed to the Gods that they understood Cenithian "Stand down!" What Ming did, however, was give him a valuable piece of information regarding this Julia: do not make fun of her size. Not like Gunter wanted to, for he has seen dwarves in action before. They were not to be trifled with, ever.

The knight, Aeris, was the first that broke his initial impression however. Gunter, as an officer, immediately noticed the logic behind his words and the discipline behind him. No matter, he could not have gone through the hell that a Blasting Betty could! One of them, Patricia was what she was called, looked like a fracking murderer. He was going to have to be careful about them. Angela, D'ren and Dante were not easy to get a read on, and so Gunter reserved his opinions for later. Zara seemed to have gone through some kind of military training judging by her stance. Either that, or a highly skilled combatant. At least this was something he could work with. That Kitsune, Ryteb, seemed to be some sort of spell caster if the Kitsunes on his world and the lack of a bracelet were any indicator. Very arrogant, not to say I am not myself. However, there was not much more could Gunter get out of his first impression.

Gunter betrayed no reactions as he stayed helmeted and finally spoke. "Alright, I'll hear you out but I need details! Let us start simple. First of all, why us? Second, what in the Empress's name are these cracks?"
@ArenaSnow
I know what you mean. I tend to go either way. Sometimes I can come up with a base character idea in a minute, other times it takes me an hour or two. Writing the history and personality is a different story though. Good luck in whatever you do.
@Raven_Operative
Ah, good old military bureaucracy at work. Alright, I can work with that. I'll get to work on a CS.

EDIT: Since there is no one else that posted anything after me, I'll go ahead and add my CS here.

War. War never changes, even in another universe. Even more so, there was one universe plagued by warfare since it's founding and was besieged by the forces of darkness. Nevertheless, this was the world that Gunter Speidel called home. In the heart of combat, what was once Gunter's command post for his platoon was now part of the fire, the smell of war and gunpowder filling the air. The fanatical foreigners, as ever, decided to press their numbers advantage on the entrenched Cenithian forces. Never works, but damn those fanatics never give up. thought Gunter as he moved through the trenches checking on his platoon. Artillery boomed with stray shells hitting the enemy encampments and their own. Thought we were past trench warfare. Guess I was wrong. Those boys in the 1st Armor better get here!

Once more, the ground shook as an artillery shell landed too close. No, that was too close for indirect fire. Looking through a hole in the trench, Gunter saw the problem: a siege troll bearing down on their ranks. The beast lumbered onwards and took careful aim at the trench. "Grenades!" Gunter commanded, readying his own grenade launcher as his platoon readying their grenade launchers quickly on command. "Target the troll! Fire at will!" A volley of grenades impacted the troll and those around it, forcing its gun to point down on the ground as the troll pulled the trigger, sending it to oblivion as the artillery shell that served as its ammunition did its bloody work. Regardless of the sight, Gunter heard another sound and soon his face filled with dread as he realized that was the sound of an artillery shell about to land close to his position. "Take cover!" He ordered his men as he began to run for cover. However, he knew it would be too late as the artillery shell landed 1 meter from his exact location within the trench, sending him down to the ground at least a few meters. It was at that moment that he was sent to another world, saved from what would have been certain death.

It was only a miracle that Gunter survived, or so he thought. His ears were ringing rendering him deaf as he looked at the strange blue sky on his back. Funny, I thought the sky was grey from where I am. Am I with the Gods? The ringing was not subsiding, so Gunter looked with his eyes. There, he saw nine other figures, all of them strange and foreign to him. It was only a matter of time before Gunter realized where he was, regaining his hearing and slowly rising. His grenade launcher was still in his hands, though there were marks of battle on it. The adrenaline was subsiding and Gunter can feel the pain of his old war wounds on his body. That meant he was alive. There was only one question remaining now.

"Where in the gods am I?"
@Raven_Operative
So not too far into the war. Understood.
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