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It had been a rough talk with Franz. He wasn't holding up well and he was collapsing under pressure but overall he would make it to the next night. That was the reality of his situation. He had been beaten and battered by the war and the visit Anneli and Senja paid him only did the man so many favors. There hadn't been much that he had to say after that gas attack. He hadn't been one for words to begin with, but now he seemed more distant. He was colder. His skin seemed greyer and his spirit had perhaps been shattered again. His brief brightening with Ines had been that and with her turning from him and that letter that he held in his hand... Well... Maybe he wouldn't have minded if he did get shot. It was hard for the Nords to know what he was thinking with how unresponsive he was.

A shame that it was they couldn't get him to say much more than small replies or flat out ignoring them at times. He spent more time than ever distancing himself from everyone else and to that extent he felt very alone. He had obviously pushed himself away quietly and always insisted on being in the back to ensure the safety of the squad but there wasn't much more to it than wanting to be alone. It was probably better for him to be with the friends he made but how he felt... it... it didn't feel right. He couldn't even express himself to Ines very well. He felt like he never quite got it across as to how thankful he was for her intervening that day. Sure Issac and Jean put their two cents in but he didn't care about either of them in that moment. The Nords had come not long after to help get him along.

Now it was the letter... At least, in the darkness, there was a peace he could find and with his slowly degrading health he had more of a reason to stay in. He still did his jobs, but returning to bed as often as allowed meant he got the thing he felt like he needed. So much emptiness and questioning... He hadn't touched his stencils in a long time.

There was a time when she meant so much to him and even now she meant everything. He risked his life, his pride, his money, and his gang all to look for this girl who escaped his grasp for so long. Was it some kind of sick joke? While he shook his arm quietly did it have some kind of punch line he failed to read? Was he in another nightmare? They seemed so frequent and so damn real. He read the letter again to be sure, but like the time before all the words were there.

"Dear Franz,
It has been too long. It has been far, far too long. I have read your letters and loved them all. I can't believe, even now, that you looked for me all this time. You are a treasure beyond treasures and a man who has stopped at nothing to find me. I always knew you were a strong boy with great determination, but now I see that as a man nothing has changed. You'll always make me proud, Franz Blau... So I guess I'll tell you what I've seen."

The words on paper told of her journey and struggle to keep the family afloat with her mother taking select choices in attempting to provide a better life chasing opportunity after opportunity without fail. She had seen many things in her life. The monuments of the nations, the heroes of marble and stone, and honored them with photography. She found her triumphs in the postal business and found her failings in pursuing some of her artistic dreams. A tough choice to choose one over the other, but her ambitious mother had to make do. The most amusing, and damning, detail was the sheer fact that over the course of time that they had pursued each other they had just missed each other by days, hours, or minutes as Amber guessed. For Franz it felt like seconds. All the same they were lovers who had simply found themselves unable to match each other's tempo. It hurt so much that when Franz decided to stay in to cope with his sadness instead of looking for her that he had simply missed her when she had spent a couple of days sitting out in a park he would have went to on those days. Devastating.

Still, she was trying. It had only been when she came back from the empire that she settled... and she had done so not so long after he enlisted for the army. It was only three months ago that their cafe and bakery mix had been established. It even hosted a bookcase collection of which the Longblades found themselves fond of. Franz smiled the first time reading about all the men who had taken time to read the books and discuss them in their little book club that a patron had decided should be opened... and he frowned knowing that it took over her visits to the park.

Idly he read through each word and felt a barrage of emotions. He was proud of her and all she had done and so often she spoke of how she would have wanted to share it with him. So often she talked about how dear he had been to her. He hadn't left her mind for so long... but, as she would present to him yet again as he dissected every line, she did.

"And even though I loved you I knew I had to move on. I couldn't have spent more time looking for you. Mother wouldn't have had it. Someone who became dear to me wouldn't have appreciated it either. I always fancied the idea of being with you, Franz. Please, never forget that. You were a world far away that I could never find no matter how hard I looked. I always regretted- and I still do- not taking you with us. I will always regret never chasing after you when you said you were going home. I thought about it for so long and now that I have the chance to talk with you again it breaks my heart to know what you suffered. I've never felt such pain like knowing how the world has treated you my poor, sweet, Franz. I wanted nothing more than to see you, but I know that now that I can I'm only going to hurt you more and you deserved better!

But... I can't break two hearts tonight. Franz... I'm engag-"

A finger pressed against the word as breathing became unstable. His heart throttled his throat and tears ripped at corners again. Sharp knives pierced his skin as he closed his eyes to hide it from himself again.

No more... just... please... no more...

Franz was left spinning as he remembered everything he had done wrong. What should have he had done so long ago? He knew there was no point in staying with his father and all the same his naive mind thought something would change. He thought that maybe with time he would potentially see his mother again. He thought that with such powerful strides in learning he could make something of himself. He thought that maybe if he stayed in Gallia he could find something of out of the miserable kingdom he resided in. Even with his father's growing complications and abusive attitude he held idiotic hope that anything would change. He just let resentment build and sink in viciously with teeth of the sands ripping at his life. How much more sand would he bleed from the hourglass? From dust to dust for nothing?

Even now he had to ponder, with such droning repetition why it was that he waited for a flag that would never be passed onto him. Henry... Fucking Henry. The abusive Kraken tangling his reluctant arms and frying his blooming mind... It was his fault. All of it was HIS fault! Playing sympathy, tricking him at every turn, pretending to care, using him for leverage, beating him for not being home on time, giving alcoholic speeches on virtues he never once held! Henry the fucking Gallian and his god damn queen! What good was a fucking queen for a fucking pathetic kingdom when it was as frail as her brittle arms and powdered face!

With a loud grunt Franz flipped his bed over with a kick! FUCK!

It was... it was Franz's fault. He tried to reason his actions. Nobody asked him to stay with Henry. He did it himself. He let his life escape him and now here he was in hell. What about his own virtues? What fucking virtue did Franz have? Honor? Loyalty? Chastity?

He killed a woman and let her bleed to death and had shot countless more who just wanted to live. He took supplies from soldiers to scrap by and make petty excuses for why he took so long.

Loyalty? What fucking loyalty? An Imperial killing Imperials! An Imperial defending the worthless Gallians through the snake mouth Federation! Who's side was this turncoat on? He killed his brothers! He killed his sisters! He did so fighting against the truth of the world! Without the empire this world would be nothing! Democracy is the system of puppets and masters but too shy to say it! It kept its population nice and stupid so it could manipulate its very core while pitting them against petty objectives with the intention of pushing their own agenda! At least the empire was honest! In its very name the empire made its intentions very clear and despite being a collective of annexed territories and multicultural prowess none could debate that their way of life worked! None could debate that it could not only go toe to toe with those pathetic Federalists but it could supersede it! Is this what Franz fought for?! Regression?! The worthless wimps of politicians playing house?! Franz was a traitor to his own blood! He was a traitor to his own family! What fucking loyalty?!

And! And! And... Amber... Oh Amber... He couldn't even keep loyal to her. What is a decade in the span of a life? It's nothing. With life being so finite and capped one should be able to hold any promise and desire. One should not let the stresses of the world to break his short lived will. From dawn to dusk the ideals of the hero should be maintained... but Franz was no hero... He was a coward who caved in when the cards were down. He was an adulterous whore who couldn't even wait another month. He gave up at the prospect of affection and like the fool he was he gave it up for a woman who didn't even want him...

Ines had Freya... Franz?... Franz had no one.

He chuckled to himself in the corner.

"I deserved this." He thought.

Not a moment would go by where he wouldn't think of his mistakes. On the path to being a great he squandered it on pettiness. On the road to being a hero he built his legacy on the blood of his own. In pursuit of being a paragon he found himself being below the very star of destiny but looking through a scope. It was a fantasy... his ideals... his perfect world... he was beneath them. He would never be a hero and he would never be the man he wished he could be. He was a husk of a man who died long ago and it took him this long to realize it. They say you see your life flash before your eyes before you fade into the darkness... As the candle lost its luster and the ember gripped at its last he found this to be true.

He wasn't sure how much time had passed but his tent was a mess. All the same, he held onto that letter. It was all that was left of him. He had to cling onto this. It was the only thing that made him feel. Even if he felt so much pain... even if he felt endless sorrow... it was better than nothing. Remembering the feeling... he got back to work. Piece by piece he paced himself at a rigid timing and reset his tent. Piece by piece he put back everything where it belonged and thanked himself for not creating more of a noise than he did. It would be annoying to listen to some pompous bastard explain why this retched existence was worth fighting for. He already knew that. He had obligations to fulfill and that was all. It wasn't just his life that would be affected. Markus needed his money. The gang needed his money.

"Yet perhaps they did not." The shadow crawled from under his bed and even with darting eyes Franz met his gaze without so much as a blink. It wasn't until but seconds later that he flipped his lids and looked back at the letter in the lifeless cage.

"Who says you need to live? In this war you may very well die. Do you honestly believe Markus needs you? The gang has managed despite its many deaths... and yet still you believe you matter to them. You are a number, Franz. You are a Darcsen. The only purpose of the Darcsen is to die so that the rest may live. Yet... what a worthless endeavor it is, do you not think so? In the fight of our lives with every inch gained and all purpose searched one finds the fight is for naught. You know this. WE know this. Yet like actors in a play we dance and sing and fall when the script calls us to die. Even the greatest of heroes will be forgotten and all the same you are a thief of the beginning. The beginning will punish you with the prospect of the end, yet you don't revere it. You find yourself pushing to save people who are worth nothing in this life. You're just another character in a made up world waiting to die, aren't you Franz? A poor tragic character in a ballad of sorrows."

Franz made no refute, simply eyeing his inventory and looking back to the letter.

"You want it, Franz. You don't want to fight anymore. Every moment you've lived to this point has been for a woman who has been fucked dry by some Federal dog waiting to infect her with his cursed blood. Ahahahaha! And the Imperial hero gives up!"

With a slide the magazine locked in place. The parabellum of that poor victim that Franz killed now pointed at the shadow with steady arms and a fixation upon his ghastly skull.

"Do you think that this changes anything, shadow? You think you tell me anything new or do you hope that I cave into your desires for me? Or do you truly think me such a coward?"

"You are worthless, Franz. WE are worthless." The shadow grinned turning into a mirror of Franz and pressing its skull against the barrel of the gun. "End this story so that you can have your rest."

"Do you think I'm incapable?"

"I think you are a coward. WE think you are cowardly."

"Then pull the trigger if you think I am afraid to die." Franz turned the gun onto himself, wrapping his lips around the barrel and locking eyes with his shadow. The sounds of the world around them subtly played. Then- a deafening silence. In this moment there was nothing. There was just a man staring into his soul and hating what he saw. Even with the nightmare in his face he found himself without any fear. He found himself without any anger. He... felt... nothing... He stared into the abyss and the abyss stared back. With a jolt, it grabbed the gun and pushed the barrel in slightly deeper. Even with Franz's hand on the gun, he made no effort to resist it. The grinning shadow slide it in all the way and adjusted the angle.

"An instant death."

Franz adjusted it back.

"A slow and painful demise...ehehehe."

Franz had no such laughter.

"Then, die."

With Franz's finger leaving the trigger the shadow slipped its own in. "Die, Franz Blau!"



“What should happen when I die, Franz?”


“What should happen when I meet my end?”

“I suppose we’ll bury you.”

“Like the others?”




“Why should I be buried like all the others? Why must they all be the same?”

“There is no other way.”

“There is, but it starts with you.”

“...I don’t understand you, sir.”

“Steffen. Call me by my name.”

“Explain to me what you mean, Steffen.”

“Why must it be that when a man dies the clouds turn grey and the light runs dim? Why must it be that when life is out there to live people would rather spend it in death?”

“People hurt, Steffen. They hurt and in the end death is what gives life meaning… or so I’ve been told.”

“Death gives death meaning. Life gives life meaning. When you are happy it is not because death has made it so. You are happy because you are happy. You live because you have more of the same.”

“I still don’t understand.”

“When I am gone, long buried away in the cold dirt and the rain soaked soil, buried in a box far away from home… do not weep for me. Let that be clear. Remember me! Remember Dennis! Remember Rothe! Remember them and be merry as I was!”

“We missed them dearly, brother, how are we to drink and cheer when they are long gone before us?”

“Because it is how they would have wanted you to remember them. It is how I want you to remember and celebrate me. I want to feel the sun against my cheeks when my time is done. I want to hear my friends drinking and being merry as I rot in my box. I want them to, even if they are crying, pour me a drink and tell me how they can’t wait to see me again! That is how I want to die!…. Because… to die any other way…”

The older man placed his hand on the young one’s shoulder, gripping it gently and staring him in the eyes.

“Live your life, Franz. Don’t look back. When all is said and done I want you to not let those scars define you. If you give up because of them… If you keep hurting yourself over them… You put all the effort we poured into you in vain. No matter what you have to promise me you will try. If not for yourself then for the people around you… Try...”

"Personally, I think you do have a future. Everybody does."

"Even if it isn't allocated to you yourself."

"You did say you grieved for Mila. Then you're already better than me..."

"But it shows you do actually care about something. About her. About her future. And I think Mila does too, in her final moments and decision to cover you. I know she probably doesn't live your life, doesn't fully understand what pain you have to go through, but I think that's one of her future, even if she doesn't come out of that alive..."

"She saw that she could preserve and protect others' future. And she jumped right at it. No hesitation, no thinking. Even though her ideals are a little simplistic and to be honest unhealthy, I still respect her greatly to know that she saved you. Sometimes it would be in vain. I know, because I too failed to save my friend. His father owned a carpenter shop, and he was waiting for his son to inherit it, but what he would receive now would merely be a letter saying he died for his country. Only because I missed that shot. But the thought alone also speaks. I know it sounds a little sophisticated, but I just think that..."

"To preserve people's future is also a future."

"If you need anything, come to me. Darscen look out for one another. I don't care what it is, find me and I'll watch over my brother. Enjoy your life for those who cannot, Jean."

"Love me as though there were no tomorrow~"
"Take me out of this world tonight~!"
"Take me~!"
"Make me forget my sorrow,"
"So when I wake tomorrow, I'll know our love was right."
"Kiss me as though it were now of never~"
"Teach me all that a heart should know~"
"Love me... as though there were no tomorrow~"
"Oh my darling~, love me; don't ever let me go~."

"Kiss me as though it were now or never~"
"Teach me all that a heart should know~"
"Love me as though there were no tomorrow;"
"Oh, my darling, love me~"
"Don't ever go~"

"And...this isn't goodbye. It's not 'no.' I just...I can't hurt you."

"You're not losing me..."

"It's not like we're dead. I'll still be here. No matter what happens."

"We should just make sure we feel about other people. See other people. know...i'm not going anywhere. We'll still talk and see each other. Because...I don't want to lose you, either."

“Am I going to die?”


“I-I don’t- want- to!”
Another gagged gasp.

“I know.”

“Did… I do… The empire… proud?”

“Yes… Your family too...”

“Will they remember...”

“...I will remember you...”

“...I will remember you...”

“...I will remember you...”

"Franz, it's morning."

Dark faded to the light as eyes slowly cracked open. A numbness was present in every bit of his body. Lungs took in air and his heart gradually made itself known to him. Everything was blurry. His mind wandered as the feeling crawled back into him. His head hurt and his hands were full. He pressed his hands against his forehead and listened to the familiar sound of paper grinding against skin- and the cold reminder of the time before. His eyes regained focus as he looked to his right hand, slowly pulling the pistol off of his head and... just staring at it blankly. He blinked, even if only twice, before turning it over and looking at his hand.

He didn't do it...

The cool of the gun reminded him of everything. He remembered it all and felt so numb. Here, perhaps,where any other would have taken shock in their situation and contemplated regret, Franz felt only memories flooding. He stared and stared... the art of the dream fresh in his mind. He supposed he wouldn't find rest. There was no rest for someone like him. There was just picking off where you left off. That was all there was... right?

In the other hand there was the letter. Just looking at it sparked emotions but none were as intense as the time before. There was much he had to say but at the same time nothing at all. He had words but no structure. He had numbness yes no logic. There was a pattern somewhere lost in the broken vase and where it began and where it ended left him spinning in the dark. Perhaps it was why he sat up to find his body was sprawled out in a ragdolled position. Still... it must not have been so long that any would have assumed him dead.

With the gun left under the letter on the bed Franz quietly contemplated the many words that continued to pursue him. He wasn't sure if he had the will to go on, but evidently he didn't kill himself either. He wasn't afraid... but maybe he was. It was hard to know what he felt anymore. The dawn of another day was just another day to relive the past and another to contemplate the future. The present was the never ending act of pushing for a point in time where all would be forgotten. Despite this truth of his, he found himself breathing in some miracle performed by a hypothetical god... and at this point... maybe he needed one.

Franz had never been big on the idea of religion and certainly not when it involved the destruction of Darcsen for the sake of being a lowly dark hair. What black hair would willingly subject themselves to hours of torment by people who spoke of his lack of worth? Well, ironically, Franz would. He very lightly chuckled at the thought as he had endured vocal torment once by his father. He endured it yet again with so many others and endured it here thinking of the notion. Perhaps he was a lot more tolerant than he ever gave himself credit for but what remained so very clear was that no matter the amount of tolerance he had towards the pain he still had much to straighten out for himself and that was where he was at. If religion had even the slightest of answers... well... maybe not.

He supposed it was a funny thought. Normally, at least in what he had read, war was where one went to abandon their faith. There was nothing more gruesome and faith killing than watching hell burn life to ashes with no seen intervention from a deity. Maybe there was reason behind a creator sitting idly while his creations died, but maybe he couldn't understand. It made no sense to him to simply give up and let your beings fight for their lives... but maybe the expectation was for them to not be awful to each other to begin with. Maybe the solution relied entirely in themselves. Perhaps there were no gods and perhaps the true demons were the ones they allowed to exist. Given the awful state of the world, he couldn't count out the true demons being themselves.

So what then did Franz believe in? He thought on this as he laid back down and sighed. Well, he believed there was simply life and death. Truth was what you held it to be. Life was... a fight for others... He wasn't so sure if he wanted to retain that belief. It caused him so much pain and so many times over he hated going through the notions when it created so many more issues for him to fight in... but... he couldn't say he regretted it. Nothing felt better than helping someone else and ensuring your own safety through the bonding of others... Maybe that was it. Maybe he just... wanted to feel loved? Maybe he... just wanted forgiveness? He... didn't know and it didn't feel like the time to contemplate it.

Pulling away from the questions of existence he just thought about his friends and wondered why the hell they ever cared about him. Tough as it was he didn't find much reason to the chaos and without a doubt he was going to be facing more of it. He didn't want to lose the people he loved and true to himself he would have rather jumped in the middle of a machine gun to ensure that others survived. At least, they had a shot at true happiness... right? Right?

Doubt riddled the Darcsen's tired and faint soul. All he could do... was rest...

Senja and Anneli

"I hope Franz has been alright since we left him."

"He's a tough one. Maybe hurting, but a warrior like him doesn't give up so easily."

"Hmm... I just wish I could cuddle with him all day. He deserves to know he has people who love him."

"We can't cook and hug at the same time."

"Have you tried? It's fun!"

"You know we can't do that."


"Right now we just have to keep moving. Even for as much as I'd like another tug at his pants-"


"Huh?" With a light bap the taller woman twitched back.

"That's lewd!"

"Oh my sweet, innocent, daughter... Never change, Senja."

"We... should... Hmm..."

"Something on your mind?"



"The one who- uh- screamed Fr-"

"YESS FRANZ! OOHHH FFUUUUCCK! OOH!" Anneli recited, laughing as Senja hit her arm.

"Ow- What was that for?" Anneli asked, still giggling as Senja showed an endearing look.

"Don't be like that. I don't want there to be any tensions between us. We're friends, not enemies. So please? Be on your best behavior."

"Okay Senji~ Anything for my best friend."

The two hugged briefly and with a skip and a jump they were off to find the Francian Franz seemed to hold dear. Although, Franz had never openly expressed just how close they were, she often caught him taking glances and wishing to be in her company. Something got in the way of that and the little detective supposed that it was probably just Freya.

Senja remembered that day with the gas. She remembered how despite Isaac's strength and Jean's protests that the only thing that calmed the beast, and perhaps the immediate murder of Isaac, was Ines. Her voice, and her voice alone, calmed him. When she touched him she brought Franz to tears. When Ines leaned into him he broke down sobbing as though he had just been pulled out of an inferno and was told that everything would be alright. He spoke in the Imperial dialect he was so traumatized. What a poor thing! This all only meant one thing. There was only one person they could go to to count on helping Franz while Senja worked with Anneli to nurture the boy who was rejecting his meals and spent more time than ever trying to distance himself from everyone else.

The joy filled travel ended as Senja landed with a foot in air and leaned with arms behind her back to take a look around the camp. "She's... not too hard to spot, I hope."

"Knowing what I do about her she's probably off getting hammered."


"She's a big drinker. Probably parties a lot. Could be found where the degenerates are."

Senja grinned for a moment at Anneli, the woman spotting the grin and rolling her eyes with a smile. "The other kind of degenerate. I'm not sure what he sees in her."

"I'm sure she's kind to him."

"Right, but why chase someone who doesn't love him?"

"Maybe... he just needs friends."

"What he needs is a real woman to take care of him."

"Oh! Anneli, please, don't be mean!"

"I'm just saying that the spot is open and she doesn't want to fill it. Elections are underway, Senja."

With the two walking again Senja couldn't help but be a bit perky as she thought of where she could find Ines at this time of day.

"Hey, Senja."


"Why don't you get closer to, Franz?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean. You're sexy. Anyone would kill to be with a goddess like you."

Senja giggled and fanned her hand at Anneli, simply speeding up to avoid the conversation. "I have my reasons, okay?"


After more travel Senja finally stopped with a mental hopscotch and in a sweet, sing song tone, with a smile wide enough to hold a bridge, the short woman called out to Ines.

"Ines!~ Where are you?!~ I want to speak with you!~"

Day 2

The Darcsen awoke without much difficulty after Ines spoke life into him. One simple whisper of his name and he found his eyes fluttering. He held onto the covers for a bit, just enjoying the time he had to relax before turning over to watch Ines stretch. It made him blush, probably from all the invested feelings he had in her, but it wouldn't stop him from thinking about what he had to do today. He started to drift into his thoughts of the past and pondered how the gang was. There was nothing so critical at this moment as the safety of the squad, but then again there wasn't much that was going on. He didn't even know how long they were going to stay in the Inn and as he sat up he wondered and wondered. Maybe he spent too much time thinking bu-

Ines gave him one last indication and as she did he darted eyes to her and gave her a warm smile and wave as she left. Just like that it seemed his thoughts on what would happen if... if she died came to mind. No. She was strong. she wouldn't let herself get harmed so easily, right? Then again...


They tried so hard. Death came for them so effortlessly. Sure he had been the one to pull the trigger on Melanie, but it didn't change the fact that it was either him or her. It didn't change the fact that her death came swift and his would have been just as quick if she had corrected her aim. This war was awful, but he understood it. He knew that more than anything it was a necessary means to an end that would ultimately determine newfound peace that would otherwise be impossible to obtain. There was going to be power struggles forevermore so allowing himself to be weighted down by the deaths of others was wrong, wasn't it? Life was very much so about survival and he had lost friends before even in combat with the police. Then again, he wasn't so personal with some of them and as it was none of them he felt something deep with. Wagner? Melanie? It was awful. They were both women he wanted to love and get to know, in retrospect, but he never could now.

The tragic fate of Wagner weighed on him constantly as he remembered how pointless it all was. He pushed so hard to save her but in the end she just had shrapnel embedded into her in too many places with a depth that was uncomfortable. Well, it wasn't pointless in the moment. It just hurt to know that no matter how hard he pushed she died anyway. He was too late. Her death came immediately and he had no say in it. It was a failed task to start and this was where he ended up.

He got out of bed and got fully dressed, taking a minute to look in the mirror with his new uniform to wonder how much he liked it. It was good, to be sure, but the last thing he needed to worry about was military fashion. Stepping out and looking over the squad after arriving near them had put a smile on his face. Everyone was safe and that was good. There wasn't much more to say for the time being but right now he needed a smoke break.

As he moved to step out of the Inn, he heard a familiar song being played with hand placed on the door. Was that?...

Die Forelle

Franz... couldn't help himself. The Trout? Who in the world?-

He marched off to find the source, following those beautiful melodies until...

Senja played with vigor as she followed every note delicately on her violin. Her fingers graced her uniform as she kept her eyes closed. So focused in playing the music yet so far gone from reality that her smile pierced his heart in the mist of war. He had not seen her before and yet this short woman ensnared him. What was it that was so alluring? She was of favorable size, that uniform was so beautifully made and maintained. What was it that was so alluring? Well he could see it as she turned with fluttered eyes flashing those beautiful blue eyes behind that long emerald hair. Her smile could have killed a tiger as it stabbed him in his heart. From this angle it really all poured together. Imperial, but not full blooded. She was wearing a federation uniform from the north... She must have been born from a family on the border up north. How... familiar. Still, he didn't want to fill himself with thoughts of inc-

Face slammed into the chest of another woman as he had turned to exit the room in haste. He bounced back, blinking with worry as he regained himself.

"Erm, apologizes. I was just trying to l-"


"Hush? Do you- hey!"

As Anneli grabbed his arm she walked him closer to Senja, elbow locked to his own. Carried back toward the siren he found himself unable to resist, even the few attempts to break free were denied by Anneli's incredible strength! He was trapped! And yet... he didn't want to go. The way she memorized it all... her looks... and then she spoke after she finished her song.


Oh no...


"Can we talk?"

"Oh, um... sure. I'm Franz."

"So I've heard!" Senja giggled.

Franz felt his face burn red as he remembered just how loud Ines was... sigh... did she have to scream so loud? Not that he didn't enjoy it but-

"I'm Senja. My friend here is Anneli. We thought you looked a little lonely, so, how would you like to spend the day with us?"


Day 3

"YOU SON OF A BITCH! GET OUT HERE! COME ON! WHERE ARE YOU HIDING?! WHERE ARE YOU HIDING?!" A blast from his rifle and frantic dancing in the middle of nowhere. Blazing hatred pouring through his veins while feeling completely out of control of his situation.

Dashing left to right he noticed the shotgun peaking out of the corner and dives to cover. The blast left Franz holding his ears, fighting off visions of the nightmares as he cocked rifle and peaked over a knocked over barrel to fire. Once more the man he was fighting went into cover and Franz found himself right back to not knowing where to look.

"Go on then you bloody pansy! Give it your best!"

"Dammit! Dammit! I'll kill him! I'll kill him!" Franz began to cry, planting his back against a few more barrels and adjusting himself as he tried to calm his mind. What was happening?

Franz awoke quietly in the morning, unsure of where he was for the moment. Fingers glided to his pants and with a tightening they were on. Anneli and Senja were still asleep, it seemed, but that was fine. He left the nords to take their rest after their activities last night. Truth be told, he was still a little stressed from Anneli's interesting plays but more than anything he was happy that he got to spend time with the two. But no-


Franz stopped. Seemed as though one of them was up, at least. Still, he recognized that voice. With a smile he turned to her. "Yes, Senja?"

The shorter woman walked to him from the bed, placing his coat on and fixing his uniform for him before taking a step back to admire her work. Every wrinkle had been worked out. The proper placements had been corrected and the mask had been strapped carefully onto his right side. "There. Have fun."

"I did." Franz chuckled, moving to the door before being grabbed and pulled back to the bed. Well, a little talk wouldn't hurt...

After another delay Franz was outside the room and enjoying a smoke outside with a rather upbeat attitude. There was nothing quite like it, really. The entire time spent at the Inn had been quite the fever dream and he didn't know why such a bizarre twist to his life had come. In all honesty, he thought about maybe just asking Senja if she wanted to just leave. Take Anneli along, of course, but see what the northern lights were like. See how much that Imperial village up on high liked having another Imperial in their ranks. It wouldn't have been fair to the squad or even Markus, but it would have been nice to live in this dream forever.

Still... Something was off about this morning. Nightmares had ceased, but the image of that man persisted quite heavily as he stared off into that distance. It was odd. Here he had had nothing but good thoughts and dreams and yet... and- and ye-

That whistle! BANG!

He couldn't remember where he was, but that taste was death. But wait! Senja! He reached down to his side, looking exactly where Senja had placed his mask and slammed it on, strapping down and screaming in fear as his body remembered this feeling all too well. How could this be? HOW COULD THIS BE?!

Franz stumbled as he went back for the entrance, but he heard the step just as he did. Turning to the figure he listened to him chuckle.

"I know what you're wonderin' 'What's all this then?', 'Who the bloody hell are you?', 'Are the girls going to be safe?', 'When will this fucking stain leave me alone?' Well... I've got an answer for you." With that the man in the mask cocked his shotgun, another chuckle leaving him as the gas roared in as a flood behind him. "Come get me sweetheart."

The gun play was calculated as Franz bolted at the man and dived to avoid shot after shot. Where the frantic Franz scrapped across the ground like a wounded animal the man in the mask calmly walked the outskirts of the building, taking a potshot with his shotgun every time Franz dared to challenge him.

"I can do this all day sweetheart."


"You first."

Another bang and Franz was sent reeling. The ground beneath him turned to ash as the wails of fallen soldiers echoed in the mist. Franz used shattered glass as a mirror as he pressed himself against yet more cover, spotting the shotgun aiming right at the reflection of the glass in his hand and tossing it aside as the pellets destroyed what remained of that shard.

"Bloody well say 'pull' if we're going to play clay pigeon you muppet!"

Franz shifted in his spot, there wasn't anywhere to go! Shit! Wait! The knife! The knife that's it! Lets see how smart you are you masked fuck!

Franz shifted to the left side of his cover, taking his spare knife and thinking to his past.


"Franz, I wanna show you something. It won't take long. You see this?" Markus pulled out a standard throwing knife, flipping it in his hand as Franz stepped closer to the cornfield outside the Daiko Farm. The young man watched Markus flip the blade casually with his hands tucked into his pockets. A moment later and Markus moved into position, arcing himself back slightly and tossing forward with a step dug into the dirt path. Over the corn and into the head of a scarecrow

"Whoa! Markus! How'd you land that?"

"Practice, brother. Go ahead. Give it a try."

With a light pass Franz caught the knife by the handle and closed an eye, shuffling his feet for a moment before taking a double step and wildly throwing the knife. As it cut through wind it bladed a corn crop and missed the target completely. "Shit!"

Markus laughed, grabbing Franz by the shoulder before the boy could run off to grab the knife. "Don't worry about that, Franz. Here. Try again. Grab it by the blade this time and don't rush it. You can't just force it to happen. Only take a step if you need to readjust but remember every step you take is going to fuck up your throw so limit it. It's a knife not a javelin."

Franz slowly took his advise, readying himself and taking a step forward with his arm wildly cocking back for a throw before Markus caught his arm.



"You can't do that. Here, take it slow. Cock back."

With slight irritation the man listened, cocking back his arm hard and feeling Markus adjust his position. "You don't need to throw all of your weight into it. You're just going to hurt your arm doing it that way. Take a breath and hold it." Holding his breath he cocked his arm back proper, using his other forearm as a gauge as he took a step forward and threw his arm forward. "Now!" Before the arc completed Franz released the blade, exhaling upon release and watching the blade fly straight and true before hitting the right arm of the scarecrow. Still, not bad.

"Not bad at all, Franz. Just work on keeping yourself straight and we can see just how far you can throw. Good boy."

Franz poked his rifle off to the left side, dropping it and stepping to the right side where he took a diagonal step while the blast went off in the other direction. He took a mental note of the man's exact location before breathing in and planting his foot into the ground. Arm finished cocking back and a moment later it launched horizontally. Using his momentum he dived to the right, rolling into cover as he pulled out his spare knife and ran back for his rifle as he heard the blade connect.

"AAGH! BLOODY HELL!" Blood spewed from the chest of the man in the mask as he felt where it had landed. Had Franz angled it just a little better it was plausible that it would have struck him right in his heart, but for now that bought the soldier all the time he needed to pick up his rifle and go on the offensive. Blast after blast drove the shot-gunner away, running while crouched to avoid what he could before a bullet snagged him in the back and threw him to the ground.

"Fuck with me? YOU WANT TO FUCK WITH ME?! COME ON! COME ON!" BANG! BANG! BANG! The shuffling of feet as he closed the gap! BANG! BANG! BANG! "COME ON! FIGHT ME! FUCKING FIGHT ME! YOU WANT ME?! COME AND FUCKING GET ME, 'SWEETHEART!'" Even as Franz fired as quickly as he could from the hip to keep the man from loading a shell. He watched the man squirm, crawl with hands and feet slapping at the ground to generate any kind of lift. Blood trailed the ground but did little for Franz in the poor visibility of the smoke. Not long after the man had escaped to a building behind and Franz was left running to catch him off guard. With a side step right he sprinted with rifle held tightly in one hand and knife in the other.

"Come on... come on... come and fucking get me... I'm ready... I'll cut your throat out before you can pull that trigger!" He growled, slamming down foot after foot as he rounded the corner and bellowed a battle cry! One corner later and he was wildly driving his knife into the air, looking around for the body.

Where? Where?! Where?!?!

Franz frantically checked everything behind that building before he heard it yet again. Footsteps! Right! Swinging his body right he fired! Nothing! To the left! Swinging left he fired in motion! Nothing! Fuck! Back peddle! Step after step and Franz was listening to everything. Footsteps left! Fire! Right! Fire! Left! Fire! Left again! Fire! Behind! Fire! Fire! Fire!

"YOU SON OF A BITCH! GET OUT HERE! COME ON! WHERE ARE YOU HIDING?! WHERE ARE YOU HIDING?!" A blast from his rifle and frantic dancing in the middle of nowhere. Blazing hatred pouring through his veins while feeling completely out of control of his situation.

Dashing left to right he noticed the shotgun peaking out of the corner and dives to cover. The blast left Franz holding his ears, fighting off visions of the nightmares as he cocked rifle and peaked over a knocked over barrel to fire. Once more the man he was fighting went into cover and Franz found himself right back to not knowing where to look.

"Go on then you bloody pansy! Give it your best!"

"Dammit! Dammit! I'll kill him! I'll kill him!" Franz began to cry, planting his back against a few more barrels and adjusting himself as he tried to calm his mind. It was too much! How could he still be standing? How could he still be this fast?! Anger and fear wrecked havok on his body with blood punching his system with brass knuckles! That's it! Live or die!

With a battle cry Franz charged the position of the soldier, hip firing to throw off his aim. He stopped halfway and took a steady position, avoiding getting shot by the abrupt movement and blasting the masked man's right shoulder clean off. But Franz couldn't control himself! Fixing his bayonet he saw nothing but blood seeping into his vision! This ends now! Thunderous feet cracked the very terrain in his charge! His voice ripped at the mask with his battle cry striking fear into the man as Franz closed the gap!


"DIE! DIE! DIE!" Blood poured violently as Franz carried the other all the way back to the Inn with a loud slam as he pinned the man against its walls. Ripping the blade from the body with a foot slamming against his chest to gain leverage the soldier removed his knife from his rifle and toss the gun to the side. With a kick he kept the soldier from moving, kneeing him in the face three times over before picking him up and throwing him back against the wall! Pulling his other knife out he drove both into his legs and ripped his mask off, grabbing him by his hair and slamming his face against the wall! Slam! Slam! Slam! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! "FUCK WITH ME?! FUCK WITH ME?! GET OUT OF MY HEAD! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!!"

Throwing the Imperial against the ground Franz ripped the knives out of his legs and picked his gun back up, punching hole after hole into the Imperial until the gun clicked empty. Using the stock he punched the cranium, digging and digging with every strike against the forehead. "HOW MANY NIGHTS WILL YOU TAKE AWAY FROM ME?! HOW MANY LIVES WILL YOU TAKE AWAY FROM ME?!"

Tossing the gun aside he dropped onto the man and stabbed him in the chest over and over. "WHY WON'T YOU ANSWER ME?! ANSWER ME!!!" It wasn't apparent to Franz at the time, but he was coated in blood. There was a bloody mess in his hands and uniform as he endlessly struck the man beneath him. As it turned out, there was no nightmare man who had come from his dreams. There had simply been an Imperial soldier who tried to save his own life by taking a fed's mask. There was simply a man who tried to kill Franz so he could rescue his own friends. He held no shotgun, instead using a revolver which Franz had perceived as a greater weapon. And even now, with Franz grabbing the man's revolver and bashing his head with it Franz had no idea where he was or that it wasn't real.

He was living in a nightmare, screaming in blood curdling rage as he demanded a corpse answer him. He was none the wiser, and a victim of this war.

All alone...

Sad in the dark...

Why wouldn't it stop?

Would it ever stop?

Is there anyone out there?

Help me... please...

Time of his life. Had he ever experienced more joy? Had he ever felt such intense intimacy? No. Quite clearly not. This was a dance he had always seen around him and heard through floorboards and paper walls but never did he imagine it so intense that it would drive him to hours of endless drive asking for more.

He had waited patiently for her return and as he did he imagined so much they could do together, mind so focused on her form and her person. He was lost to his own fantasies and he lived them freely upon the floor of that bathroom. He even worked more on the art piece, her figure so ingrained into his mind that he couldn't help but know so many of her details from experience and observation without a single regret in knowing just what he was doing. The war didn't exist anymore. Nothing was real except for what mattered to him more than anything else and it was the principle and loving desire for a family and one to protect. Ines filled that void. She gave him a family where he had but one maybe present. Even still he didn't think of Jean in this moment. In fact he wasn't thinking of anyone except for his beloved Ines. It might have been more lust than love but as Franz figured it he loved her character thus far and wanted to know more! He wanted to know so much more of who she was, where she had been, what she liked, how she felt about everything! He just wanted to know her in and out with the expectation that she did as well.

He pondered what the ceremony would be like. Who would be his best man? Markus? Absolutely. The man had been by his side for years and with the money the gang had Markus could quite simply fund it all and Franz would never be expected to pay it back. Life was finally turning around.

"Mrs. Blau." He spoke quietly to himself, chuckling at how ahead of himself he was getting but he couldn't help it. He was so happy! Realism escaped him as he danced around thinking even of what they might name children should they have them in the future. They could end Darcsen oppression as well, he supposed. Maybe if people could see how beautiful of a couple they were they'd realize Darcsen weren't as bad as those ill informed people of the past claimed. Yet, in this state he harbored no ill will. Convicted anger became plausible misunderstanding as he sought to find a much more accepting and compromising attitude towards the potential future. He maintained his thoughts and felt stress melt away. Productivity encompassed his mind as he thought of solutions and imagined scenarios. In his head he practiced what he and Ines could say to change the minds of others. In his head he thought of how beautiful life could be if they tried. Even if it all failed he would have her, right?

Round 2? Fine by him!

Exhausted was he when their back to back love making was over. He loved very moment and cherished every moan that came from her lips. Her exasperated breath and the pulsing high from their euphoric intercourse left him satisfied in a way he had never been before. Nothing was better than being right here and right now with the woman he had fallen for.

Then she wanted to talk. Oh. Oh...

Franz's expression shifted from unreasonable joy to a concerned one that was trying to process what it was hearing. Everything they did and all the time they spent together and not a moment spent considering the alternative. There wasn't a single moment that had passed which reminded him of Amber and neither was there one which spoke to him of Mila or Melanie. He forgot about Markus and the gang. He forgot about the war and all they had been through but as she tore his world apart he found himself in a free fall from the heavens. Spiraling down and out of control Franz couldn't do anything but watch as every fragment burned to dust and the artificial light dimmed. He was back in the real world now. Every dream had become just that. It was all just a dream as she explained herself to him and suddenly he felt very human again.

It hit him immediately with a sharp hook in the throat. It punched him with such fury that he wanted to... cry? He felt it build up in his heart and he closed his eyes to try and control himself before he lost himself. He felt so stupid. He felt so idiotic for not trusting in logic. He let his emotions dominate and now his reasoning, but more so his doubt and worry, were invading his subconscious. The man in the mask, the shadow, the soldier all flashed in his mind as he tried to remember what was real...

And... she cared about him... that was real. She just wasn't sure if... That was okay.

Franz took a moment to look away. He placed a hand behind his neck for rubbing while he tried to think. He brought that same had to wipe his face to attempt and hide away his own emotions by stealing away the few drops before they came out by themselves. A few moments later and he turned to face her. He had so much running through his brain, but his first move was to go back to her side with the same gaze she afforded him.

"I... I understand. I-" His fingers tightened around hers, not wanting to let go as he came closer to her. "There was... a girl from years ago. I- I had been saving myself for her for years. I promised chastity but I haven't heard from her in so many years... I have never been this close to someone. I don't know if I'll ever see her again, but I know I want to see you. I don't want to lose you- but I understand."

With some more thinking Franz cracked a half smile, trying to let her know he would be okay as he stared into her eyes. "You deserve to be happy. I want you to be happy."

@Yam I Am

Great work to all three of you. Add your characters to the character tab at your leisure.

Yes, we will be working from the rainbow angle so when you create your sheet be sure to make it counter terrorist oriented. I'll take a look at them once they are ready! Join the discord and speak with Conscripts or Stuff to gain access to the Operator role and feel free to ask me questions there or here.

Here you go. I think the link I had wasn't set to perma but that should work. When you join talk to either Conscripts or Stuff to get validated for the chat.

@Bee@Oxenfree@Lucky In case you three are still interested the discord is up there and the link to the RP is here:…
Alright apologies for further delays but here is the thread…

and here is the collaborative discord

I look forward to seeing what we can accomplish together and we can discuss a lot more either in OOC or on the discord.
Somewhere in a S.A.S. Facility.
0600 Hours.

There was a long flight for some of them, maybe even a bit of a drive with a banter ridden driver spitting back and forth with an operator. One thing was for sure though, this would be the first time these operators were to meet as a team. Formally they might have met and maybe on assignments together in one way or another, but today they were meeting with the S.A.S. Operators from Rainbow Six and their captain.

He was a young man for sure, but he had been a part of the program among other operators. Twenty and four years of age, fully uniformed with gear set and ready. Strapped upon his body was his flak armor attachments. Each piece slid on and tightened with curves designed to redirect some of the explosive with a hard outside to reduce the effectiveness of fragmented death.

"Apollo Hernandez. You don't look like a bloody god to me."

"No sir."

"And you've been put to task with this lot?"

"It's what the captain and Seven wanted, sir."

"Bloody hell. I know he sees something in ya, but for fucks sakes you lot could use a real mentor."

Apollo closed his eyes for a moment, breathing in and exhaling before prying his eyes open. "I think you're aware of what I endured, sir. I want to be here. I've served in disasters. What happened in Houston..."

"I know. Don't let this go all to cock."


"Nothing. Your mates are here. Go on, give a good show."

As Thatcher moved back to join Smoke, Apollo took his place upon the stage. He took a deep breath. His eyes tracked the recruited Rainbow Seven operators. The Hispanic saw lives with potential. He saw brave men willing to put themselves in danger's way to save the lives of the innocent. Willing to protect vital assets, and trained to be the best. He had no doubt in his mind that if he wasn't here leading this meeting, Hermes would. Rainbow Seven was an experiment, for sure, but without any doubt it was an experiment that would allow team Rainbow to respond to a specific division as well as emergencies as they occurred.

Apollo waited for the group to be seated to begin. A quiet inhale giving him the energy to begin.

"Good morning, gentlemen. My name is Apollo Hernandez. Operator callsign: Flak. I'm sure you know why we're all here. From every corner of the world we look for the best. We look for men and women capable of assessing situations and reacting appropriately. You all bring your own unique talents to our team. I am joined today by two operators from our sibling branch Rainbow Six. Even I was unaware of their existence until recently. I'm sure for those of you who might be fortunate, or perhaps unfortunate, enough to know them you know what they are capable of on a base level. They've served in many flawless operations and are considered some of the best within Rainbow Six. I tell you this to let you know that you are under the supervision of the best. We would accept nothing less and are humbled to be graced with their presence." He had turned briefly to the S.A.S. operators, the gentlemen simply standing in silence for the time being. However, given their experience and posture, silence spoke more than words ever needed to.

"I've said plenty already, so I think now is a fine time to introduce yourselves and I encourage it as I want you to consider Rainbow Seven as your new family. You will, of course, be allowed to go home when the all clear is given. So, please, give your callsign and whatever you'd like to tell us from left to right. You don't have to give your name as I have done."

After the basic introductions were finished the operators were given mandatory packs detailing a basic overview of the national threat that they were dealing with. The White Masks. A terrorist organization which fought for their supremacy and, under the ideas of what they openly broadcast, was not always for just cause. In fact, they were rather inconsistent and contradictory on what they sought after. One day it was a case of overturning and the next day an objective of greed. The day after may have been a case of protecting powers and another of simply killing for the sake of culling the weak. Many operated to create chaos. Many infiltrated locations to manipulate statistics. More invaded towns and cities to lay fire to buildings and gas to the defenseless. Details of their standard equipment and general skill level made them tough for any civilian, perhaps even police officer, but not for the specialists of Rainbow Seven. It was Seven's hope that the grand warriors they brought in would be capable of eliminating the White Masks and, more so, their desired targets.

Rainbow Seven was built to hunt down the White Masks, yes, but the Silver Octopus Legion were another threat altogether. On the second booklet would be the the emblem of the Silver Octo on the cover. The contents within told of what was known. They were dangerous and served as the same side of a different coin to the White Masks as Rainbow Seven served to Six. Even experienced SWAT and SAS members had been found victim to counter assault by the Silver Octopus and failed in their missions. Raids of banks carried out by Silver Octo leading to a vicious counter assault with the army being brought in internationally, coordinated raids on critical city buildings, and even vicious attacks on police stations to serve as a distraction from the destruction of subways and public transportation. While operating along side White Masks, they were so clearly a different breed in how they carried themselves and calculated odds. They were the officers of the masks and the select few with ranging quality. Above all, they knew most of Legion. Legion, as the records indicated, was the leader of this group and spoke reason into their chaos. His charisma was enough to control the many counter-operators he held in his pocket and even convinced some specialists in their field to join their ranks. The methods of which, were generally unknown. One thing was certain, being captured was traumatizing and the few who were rescued often needed extensive therapy to restore them to their old selves. Some, even, upon being brought out of their manipulated state, committed suicide.

Rainbow Seven was the answer. Rainbow Six can't handle fighting on such a wide front with piercing divisions eating at their flanks. With the extension granted Seven and his crew founded the secondary, experimental, team which would serve as respondents, sabotage to the White Masks, and, most importantly, the elimination of the Silver Octopus Legion and their faceless leader. The world depends on Rainbow to figure out what is happening and to intercept threats before the combined damage is too much for our world to handle. Each booklet made sure to reiterate that these were not OPFOR to play with. With a long list of casualties and highlighted experienced counter-terrorist units at the end of both to the respective factions, this was made very clear.

Within the packets was a buzzer each labeled with a unique number. Once they went off, individually, a message would instruct them to move back into the hanger where they would be escorted into a room down below that wouldn't be marked on any blueprints. Through a long corridor and several doors with guards stationed at each to check the operator multiple times, they were let into the last room at the end of the hall.

Within the room would be a rather comfort based room with surveillance cameras active and watching the corridors. The final one watched the door and on the other end of the door the operator came through would be an elevator. A simple sign on the table said "Take a seat." The final stage of introductions would be completed here.
So how are people doing? I could go ahead and work on getting this thread running if we have this group to work with. Although I am waiting to see if a couple of people are going to turn up.

I could also provide a collaborative discord link once we get started rather than just making a whole one with a few people.
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