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~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard ~

Anneli Kivelä

Anneli Kivelä

Gender

Female

Age

17
[September 28th, 1896]

Sexuality

Objectively Undecided. Notable admiration for police, shovels, and underground martial arts tournaments.

Race

Federal Dovenjel

Appearance

A light skinned woman standing at a fair 5’ 7”. Usually well kept with tendencies to wear uniforms, collar shirts, shorts, pants, and generally socially acceptable formal variety with more masculine casual attire. Despite this, she’s well kept and well toned. Usually seen in higher spirits, she’s a smiling woman that can have quite a monstrous snarl when approached with “anarchic degenerates.”

Height

5' 7"

Personality

While “friendly” does match the tone of her character and in essence captures the basics of what she sets out to be, one could argue her more abrasive ended personality can be quite a stick in the mud depending on her mood. Although capable of being a very nice, charming, romantic, and very caring individual she is just as easily capable of breaking your back in half over calling her cookies overrated third world trash.

Being especially “feminine” is not a concern. Lady like gestures of other cultures were lost on the daughter of a police officer who brutally cracked down on criminals and enjoyed tossing his daughter around on the Casual Judo Friday that would occur. She went from being the third youngest in a family of 8 children who would be thrown around quite easily to becoming capable of grappling and tossing everyone in her family including her father at the age of 15. She was always a fan of sports and while not always a player on the field she made for a rather loud and abrasive fan who would sometimes get a little too hot. Proud and loyal, she never gave up on her teams even when one of them went 0-12 on a bad year.

Being more of a “boy’s girl” she was often subjected to being treated more as a male in terms of societal norms and due to being the daughter of a hardass police officer she was often seen as a “good girl” who would subject others to understanding order if it wasn’t established in some capacity when she was younger. As she began developing sexual feelings she became curious and experimented with both boys and girls in an attempt to sate her cravings. However, it often ended in failure due to her authoritarian nature which demanded her partners to be more than they were capable of. This rejection, even in realizing later that it was her own fault, led to her uncertainty as her feelings for both remained. It seemed, however, that it wasn’t the only thing that seemed to click as when a very loud and obnoxious neighbor made fun of her for getting rather dirty while digging holes she approached the unsuspecting man and knocked him out with one swift blow to the head with her shovel. Although, she had to later apologize for committing assault and sending the poor fool to the hospital, she couldn’t help but remember how sweet the sound of her shovel slamming against skull was. The lingering feeling only made her doubt herself further.

Rank

Private

Role

Rifleman

Equipment

Standard Issue with a very durable shovel.

Potentials
[Professional Sadist] Having discovered a love for inflicting pain onto others, she’s quite eased into hurting her enemy. Although she does not like actually killing people, she derives joy from hurting or controlling others in ways but is known to draw the line depending on the comforts of the ally.

[Law and Order] She believes in following law, although not entirely by the book. Orders should be listened to as a general guideline on how to accomplish an objective but above all there must be a sense of unity to preserve the state out of duty, of which her father drilled into her as a young one.

[Winter’s Delight] A lover of the snow, she moves, sees, tracks, and fights far better in the cold and especially the snow. The sight of snow alone warms her heart.

[Overwatch] When tasked with methodically standing guard over a location she finds she’s quite adept at picking up clues that would otherwise go unnoticed. While it is a skill she picked up from her father, it also enables her to have a more preemptive reaction to circumstance.

Biography

Early Life

Growing up as the daughter of a police officer meant many things for one such as herself but one thing was very clear even as she grew to be a teenager. Authority is necessary. She believed so with her father who she admired so much for his bravery, admirable tone, calm demeanor, and radiating aura of discipline. She was an experimental child in an attempt to further strengthen the ideals of his law loving ways and instilled a very tough young woman into the world who had gone from crying after stepping into a puddle without her shoes on to throwing bullies into corners and not letting them get up until an adult stopped her. Even though she was trained to be tough she never lost her sense of joy and child like wonder. In fact, she only came to appreciate life more knowing that life would not be this easy and gentle procedure that she had first thought it to be in the lovely snow fields. She was one who began to adopt more masculine ideas after spending much time with her father and came to want to dress and act like him as her fondness for her parental figure grew with time. Despite having these occasional breaches in civility, she was an honor bound student with excellent grades, disciplined behavior, and a lovely smile that spoke in contrast to the bullies who found themselves unfortunate enough to see otherwise.

Adolescence

Although she was quite the model student problems at home would seep into her personality. Her father, enduring some personal trauma and feeling as though he had failed in being able to shape his failure of an elder son and the following daughter led to him becoming a bit less patient with his project daughter. Although he loved her very much, his doubts and anger led him to speak more harshly with her and drive her to questioning what she did wrong as the standards of her behavior were raised in order to earn her father’s approval. As time went on she found her child like joy diminishing and the stricter nature developing. She sought after partners with her father stressing more than ever about his job and struggling to make ends meet with unfortunate changes in circumstances for the time. She naturally attempted to help raise money but often thought of how she had failed him before. As such she was often hard pushing and dedicated with stamina and strength unusual for one of her age but also sad and angry when she thought too much about her father’s agony. Her frustrations seeped into her relationships, becoming too tightfisted thinking about how her father expected better of her and especially did so when he learned she had begun dating to begin with, which, she thought would be received better. Although she continued to date behind his back, she couldn’t help but doubt if she should even be dating at all and would sometimes consider if she was committing a crime by being in love. Was it simply another obstacle in life? Was she just confused? Perhaps, in her head, it was a mixture of both and perhaps another. With time passing and the situation seeming to get worse, she experienced failure and rejection from not just her father but also her relationships which she began to stray from. It wasn’t until the tailend that she remembered the values of her childhood and began to smile at her father regardless. She would tell him how much she loved him and worked hard even after being told she was a failure, loudly proclaiming how she wanted to make him proud. It was at this time that a crisis gripped father accepted her with tears and her child like joy and desire for new things came about again.

Prior to War

A functional adult. That’s the compliment she received even if she was sometimes sensitive to certain phrases. Developed, curious, forward, and a respecting personality who cared for those around her. A teary eyed father wishing her to pursue a career in the police force instead understood her desire to keep her family safe and painfully allowed her to serve alongside her siblings.

Affiliations
TBC

Rainbow Six – Whispers of The Blazing Sky

Alright as one more update I just wanted to let you guys know I got a big post out of the way so either on the 29th or the 30th I'll have the Discord functional.

I recognize I've been rather slow but I've had a lot of catching up to do and I admit I ended up playing a bit of a game with a few friends since they wanted me to play with them. Anyway, thanks for being patient and hope to breach with you guys soon.

The plan is to have the map for the first area and OP done about the same time although if need be probably stretch it to the 1st or 2nd but otherwise the beginning is more or less set.

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard ~

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Dear Amber

Every moment I’ve spent here has taught me something that I never knew. I relive the things I once experienced. The darkness of society reaches its hand over the shadow of war. I must say, I’m unsure how I feel of all things. There is but so little that can be done of my situation, but I still think about you.

The death of a few pretty girls and the questioning if I’ll ever see my sunshine again. It’s possible, perhaps by the time you finally receive this my heart won’t be so cold. The train ride has been interesting, the people aboard varying in personality. Their blood runs cold knowing what is up ahead in the sleepless nights and the darkness of the war consumes the men who could not have been prepared for this war.

I witnessed a woman stare out into the landscape during the night. I stayed by her, smoking and watching her just urinate through her pants, holding herself tightly. Nothing I could say would snap her out. I gave her my jacket for the night, a few cigarettes, and stood up thinking about what I had suffered. I was nobody special, but neither is a Darcsen ever given the right to be human. In the starlit night I could comfort another of my kin.

I haven’t been in this war for even a year, and neither have many of the recruits who march at the whim of the now captain that I serve. I try to maintain what friendships I have. I take refuge in the shortest among them; Michael Daunte. Should you come across him, be assured that confiding in him will be worth your time. He has a future ahead of himself. He helped me understand my own.

Although I still have no actual drive to… save myself. If there is the opportunity to save others I will do so. My purpose has never been without being the second hand, so to speak. Under no circumstance have I truly done anything for my own will or my own thoughts. Day after day I lived to serve others. Even when I was with my ungrateful father I had no autonomy. Under the wing of Markus I have never found myself wanting to do anything but be his pawn. For men like me, there is room for life.

In an autocratic structure I hold purpose and some value. I’m no genius. I’m hardly a philosopher. I’m just a brawler who survived the slums. A muscleman with a record of breaking people as much as they break me. The love and hate that swirls within holds no bounds in an ocean of blood. Yet no matter how hard I paddle I find that I’m always following the current of the stream but I don’t know any other way.

For the first time in my life I’ve killed people. I had always made it a policy before to cripple and maim but never to kill. It wasn’t my job. Even after Vanis was executed in the streets I couldn’t find it in me to murder. Markus never told me to get revenge in that way and so I never did. I can’t help but feel responsible. Yet what happened then was something that I can never forget and in what I’ve done now I wonder just how much restraint I’ll have in the future. With more and more blood and bodies piling and that god damn lieutenant…

Whoever promoted him I hope burns in hell. There is nothing about that promotion that was warranted. The blood thirsty tyrant sends his legions against the merciful who fight to save their lives and to preserve their future. The federation may not have started the war but under what fucking pretense would they believe they have anything on the empire? Blood sucking zombies starve its army of life and laugh it off while they pull men from their homes and scream charge for their amusement as we drop dead in the dust!

I… I can’t help but feel so much anger. I’ve never been more angry in my life but I’ve held it inside. I’ve held in every emotion to stop from losing myself. I’m trying to get a grip but I can’t help but feel it slip with a bomb in the ear and a body in the grave there’s nothing that can restore a feeling of evergreen when all you see is blood and grit…

I don’t want to linger on these feelings but I already know that with every passing day I’ll see less and less of the people I am near. The fucking assholes and the people of pure heart who I’ve come to appreciate. I knocked down this sorry excuse of a man and although I know he’s a strong man himself I know he won’t survive. He’s the kind of rat that gets caught in the trap just when he thinks he’s got his prize. You can hear it in the way he talks and you can see it in the way he walks. I can’t say I’ll be sad to see him gone. Maybe I’ll have regrets in not doing the job myself.

I’m talking out of spite but… I want this war to end. If it wasn’t for you, Markus, and the gang I don’t think I would be fighting for the Federation. I never wanted to come here in the first place but you said you were here. I trusted in that and maybe when you get this letter I won’t be here anymore. Knowing my luck you’ll probably get them when I’m dead or have left to greener pastures… hell who am I kidding. I’ll probably spend my whole life in the Federation if Markus stays there. He says he has a good thing going here. His older sister has a lot of the business “wrapped around her thumb.”

I drew a lot of pictures. I’ve secretly been making portraits while most people have been asleep or in the privacy of some corner. Some bastard tried to take my canvas from me and were it not for an NCO getting in the middle of it I probably would have cracked the rest of his ribs… Still… I’m sure you would like them. I’ve got them all in my memory. I’ll just remake them. I’ll try to get some rest. I guess I’ll write again when I’m in the mood.

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Franz awoke with a cough. Tired eyes pried open as the blood red sky returned. He was more conscious this time. Something about this place was… familiar. Memories of the past flooded in and he remembered Wagner’s beautiful face turned blackened with darkness and bitterness.

Sweat poured down his cheeks in his fever. He felt his face and chest, noting nothing had been destroyed. But there was something ahead as far as he could tell. After gathering himself he approached the door.

Exiting the hallway he found himself in the train station, the building behind him gone as he turned to view it. He was just here… Not very long ago it seemed. He retraced his steps and found even the place where he had knocked out that racist. It felt damn good, but… not here.

Upon that very same spot laid a corpse, the very same as the man he decked, it seemed. It spiked the man’s adrenaline. With a crack of lightning he whipped his rifle from its resting position. A crack in the clouds. Suddenly a bolt slapped the ground, breaking the foundation with a thunderous roar as from afar came that figure- that damned figure!

The mist rolled in, thick as fog. It was smoke of some kind and walking knee deep in it was that man with a mask. Even from where Franz stood he could feel the man staring him down with those bulging goggled eyes. Fingers caressed the clouds of death riding beside him as though they were demons for him to command. A true hell monster wrapped into a uniform. Was this the reaper? Is this what form it possessed?

Franz held firm, he remembered what had occurred in the last encounter. He would not budge so quickly this time… it was just a dream… right? Loading his rifle he took aim and dropped to a knee, aiming right for the man’s face as he came closer, walking at a brisk pace with some kind of firearm hidden in the smoke. What was it?

He fired the first round, the spinning metal twirling fiercely as it honed in on the man’s skull. He dashed! It missed! Another round prepared as the figure closed the gap. 500 meters.

He aimed for the legs this time, he had to stop this advance!

Fire! Miss! 400 Meters!

The chest? He had to act quickly!

Fire! Miss! 300 Meters!

How was he so fast? Was he riding the smoke?

Fire! Hit! No! It just clipped him! 200 Meters!

Shit! Shit! Shit! Don’t let him come any closer!

Fire! Miss! Fuck! 100 Meters!

Franz took a deep breath. As the next clip loaded in he watched the movement patterns and looked for deviation. On the 3rd step he moved slightly down for two steps. On the 8th step of every dash he moved slightly to the left. On the 12th of every cycle he was moving slightly right. Count… Count… Count! There!

Fire! Hit! 5 meters!

The running body’s head cracked wide open, the blood spray shooting from the back end as the smoke coated his body in the fall.

Panting… Panting… Had he done it?

Franz collected himself for the moment, breathing hard with a gasping start. He took slow steps toward the smoke, covering his face as the fog caused him to cough. He thought for a moment and moved away from the center of its strength, no need to waste time here. With that he shifted toward the outside ring, looking for any more of his kind. It didn’t appear so.

He needed to leave. The train, he wo- Something touched his shoulder-

Turned around abruptly he felt that firearm press against his rib-cage, looking down to it as the smoke hovered but centimeters from his face. He grabbed at it, trying to pull it away as the smoke grabbed his arm. It dispersed and suddenly the man in the mask was there again. There was smoke leaking from his wound where blood should have been. The firearm’s smoke dispersed, revealing a shotgun to be pressing against him as he quickly looked up to face this threat.

“It’s my turn, cod.”

With a loud boom the insides became outsides with a flush of metal casings spreading the crimson paint across the canvas. Eyes widened in relentless fury as the pain was real. It was very real. He gagged on his blood, the shock settling in as the soldier dropped instantly.

Eyes locked onto the ground which turned into a dusty area. His mind tried to process the pain he was struggling through. He tried to gasp but found nothing there. He needed something- anything as the world grew darker. He looked around with his eyes and… the birds? Vultures landing upon… the bodies… it couldn’t be… was he… the trench? He couldn’t… focus…

Eyes flickered as his tongue came loose with rag-dolled limbs. He couldn’t control himself anymore. He simply laid there in that pit underneath a body above him. Then there was a loud clap of a boot touching near his face. Vision was becoming blurry and it doubled. He felt numb... so very numb.

The boot’s tip grabbed the side of his nose pulling his face to look at the man in the mask who held a pump action casually. He tilted his head, staring at Franz as if to judge him proper before listening to the call of other voices. At that moment the man in the mask looked to the voices, to Franz, and then removed his boot from the solider. Steps faded as the man left, only the smoke left behind.

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Franz awoke with a gasp, feeling pain in his chest as he stood from his sleeping spot. He fell to his side trying to recover and listened as a soldier looked his way.


"Don't jerk it too hard, private. Got a march to catch."

The door of the train closed. Franz snapped. Slamming the door open from a rushed stumble upward he looked for the soldier, breathing heavily as soldiers looked to him oddly. He ran through the cart, shoving aside a poor boy in the way and digging through the crowd to find that bastard! He had to be giving him these nightmares! He had to be! Swimming through the current he found himself going nowhere, checking every face, nook, and cranny before ending up right behind his squad with no sight of that bastard…

Was he… Oh god…

Franz trembled internally at the prospect of madness settling in. Paranoia crept and crawled on his back as he took deep breaths as quietly as possible. He needed to be an anchor… He had to be an anchor for his squad. He couldn’t lose it. Not here. Not now. Just… march… Focus on the… march…

As time went on Franz considered what he had gone through and remembered that they were supposed to get off the train about this time anyway. He had shoved a boy trying to get off and now that he realized that he felt rather bad. He was surprised some officer didn’t break his face in and somehow he got away from punishment yet again. What he stole in reality he paid for ahead of time in dreams. Was this some kind of morality check? Maybe it just happened to be massive coincidences… But why the man in the mask? Who was he? Did he matter? Was it some kind of… oh what were they called? Harbinger?

He was pulled out of reality for the longest until the sudden crash of the waves sent him on edge again. He watched as death carved holes into those poor souls. The fallen crashing into the world with speeds unholy. This slaughter was merciless. Yet… as the dust settled and the blood soaked the ground Franz felt something interesting within.

Nothing.

It was hard to describe, he supposed, but he looked upon the corpses and felt nothing. Was it the shock? Was it just trauma overdone? He saw soldiers commanded to their death and he couldn’t help but feel nothing. In fact, he laughed a little thinking about it further. Here they were to play this little game of life and death with orders to rush into certain death.

He felt something trying to claw its way out from his throat. Piercing his tongue into an upright position with strained movements as it slammed claws into the roof of his mouth, causing his neutral gaze to undertake a narrowed, furious expression. The claws tried to climb out from the mouth, teeth clamping onto said claws before they could escape. Franz bit down on his wrath. He clutched his teeth and grit hard with a deep growl brewing beneath. Blood-lust swirled into his mind as the madness split into joy and anger. Joy and anger that he had to suppress within but a broken mind doing the job for him as once more he felt nothing. As soon as it came the feelings were fleeting. Neutrality overtook him once more as he pulled out his pack of Brimstone and lit a stick knowing those lives wouldn’t be coming back. He had to move on.

Death was a shock to all, but as he spent more time near it and as he remembered the many he had lost he couldn’t help but feel like maybe he was growing numb to it. That was a bad thing, surely, but it was truth, he thought. As he traveled he seemed to forget where he even was, focused on keeping himself in check.

Check… He had to check on his friends. He moved to talk with Michael… although he was busy with Lucia it seemed. There was Jean and Kalisa, which, seemed rather inevitable at this point. They would make a good pair, maybe. Diana and Reyna there as well… Well, he supposed he would just lurk behind, watch over the herd for now. There wasn’t anything of interest- or was there?

Something which brought attention to his eyes was a new Darcsen. She was attractive as well. Rough around the edges, yes, but from where he stood it seemed as though she had seen her own share of troubles. He could relate. Not to be rude, he ought to introduce himself to the Darscen. Jean had enough girls to deal with anyhow, pulling one off him for a moment wouldn’t hurt.

Still… He thought about Green Fox. He had read about the man when he was studying in the Federation. An esteemed sniper with feared hunting prowess. He had heard so called professionals and military experts say that he was just a tool of the empire. That his ability was exaggerated for propaganda and his fame but a ruse. Franz knew better, however, because his research on the man as well as personal experience stories from the few Imperials he had come across had something to say of the man, although none were too willing to say much more than needed. Throughout the beginning of the war he had heard of a man slaughtering Feds that matched up with his research. It was him. He could use that information to stay alive. But… He was a hero if he was being honest. Franz loved Green Fox. He was an idol that never lost his shine. But this Middleton would probably sacrifice them to try and kill his hero… His hero… Even though he wanted to keep his allies safe he didn’t want Fox to die. He had too much emotional investment in that great man. If the time came… Focus, Franz.

Franz approached Inès calmly, flicking his cigarette ashes to the side as he pipped up. “Welcome to hell, I’m your tour guide: Franz Blau. Good to see another Darcsen.” He offered his free hand to her, a proper shake in order as he maintained a mostly neutral expression. He even offered her a cigarette.

Rainbow Six – Whispers of The Blazing Sky

@DegenerateThree
Oh it certainly is. I apologize for the radio silence, I've just been spending this time catching up on some things. You're welcome to join us!

I'll tidy up the discord and drop the link.

What's left to do now is just drawing up a map and finishing up a couple of ops I've got made.

Rainbow Six – Whispers of The Blazing Sky

Then with as many people as we do have for the Rainbow angle I'll get things set up for the Seven story as well as the trial operation. As said before it is likely going to start in a S.A.S. facility where the squad will get introduced to each other IF they don't know each other already and I'll work on an OP. If you have any relations to the ops like Ghost does then it might be a good time to introduce those relations.

Because we are working from the Rainbow angle we will be seeing collaborations with Rainbow Six. When I get the new OP I'll link the thread here and there you can post your full character sheets. I look forward to working with you. and of course we will have operators from the Silver Octopus Legion who we will face off against as the time comes.

Rainbow Six – Whispers of The Blazing Sky

@Lucky

I look forward to seeing what you come up with!

Rainbow Six – Whispers of The Blazing Sky

@CaptainSully

That is more than fine. Rainbow is what I expected anyway but I figured the terrorist option could have been an interesting angle for people to play with. In the end Seven and Legion will be gunning for each other. With time they'll become more aware of each other but Seven will discover Legion well before Legion can get anything solid on Seven.

I had ideas planned for both but at least with Rainbow Seven we'll have things starting with Smoke and Thatcher giving a rundown in an S.A.S. facility about further details of their job and what they should expect on their trial operation as well as the general tests before deployment. It's a joint operation thing although I've considered changing the name of Rainbow Seven so it is more distinct but I think it will do the job fine as well. I'm sure Ghost will fit in just fine. Maybe have a little banter with the experienced ops.

Rainbow Six – Whispers of The Blazing Sky

I'm happy to hear that all of you have such interest.

I will then ask which direction you'd like to play from or if you'd like the possibility of doing both.

I would also like to take this time to answer what possible concerns or questions you might have regarding the thread and may soon after work on setting up a discord for ease of access communication.

I already have a basic concept that I'll be working on for an operator I'll be calling "Flak" whose job is to simply provide plating like Rook for the purpose of reducing the effectiveness of explosives against the team.

@Lucky@Bee@CaptainSully@Oxenfree

Rainbow Six – Whispers of The Blazing Sky

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This will be focused on being able to operate from either the perspective of counter terrorist or terrorist units. It is possible to delve into playing as both, although we will pick one to begin and either side will be capable of offense and defense. It is advisable to create two operators although the same operator can be used for either.

I would also like to say that it could be possible to use existing operators but whether or not they will be used permanently is up in the air. As it would be preferable to upkeep your own unique operators.

Anime style or realistic is allowed for profiles although I would prefer it if your character age is 22+ with the exception of 18+ for recruits of either Rainbow or Octopus. I would rather this be the exception than the norm but if you can make it work then it may just be allowed.

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Rainbow Seven

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Chaos erupts in the street as news reporters give their daily warnings and plead for citizens to take refuge in their homes. The operations commenced by terrorist groups and counter operations conducted by various specialist units are at an all time high.

Your task force is assembled from all over the world. You bring your own talents, strengths, and experience. Some of you are as fresh as they come but with potential. Hand picked by various commanders and trusted under a new name. Rainbow Seven.

Together, you will find the means necessary to eliminate the White Masks. Although fledgling, we believe you will be one of many units which will be capable of handing these merciless fiends. I will be your director.

Codename: Seven.

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Silver Octopus Legion

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Comrades, the time is now.

Although our efforts have been recognized by our superiors, we have yet to gather the necessary materials to forward our plans for the future. With special operators on our heels we have found struggle in our cause. The government rallies the people against us, but our own friends speak highly of us in our efforts against the corrupt regimes.

As you know, we have been selected to prevent the collapse of crucial holdings and to ensure the capture of vital resources. To avenge our fallen, to prevent the total control by the governments of the world, and to provide a better future for those to come we must strike with undying strength.

We fight for true liberty and to end these needless assaults against our people. The end of censorship, the end of systematic oppression, the rebirth of an age of truth forged from the flames of war!

I have been assigned to be your director. Call me Legion. My specialists, you are the finest we have. We award you for your bravery. We salute you for your merits. Be proud to wear the title of Silver Octopus. I worked my way to my position and in time may it be so that you too are a part of this grant movement. And for those of you among us who have recently adopted your white masks, be proud. You are the bright future of our growing cause.

It is because of you specialists that we can afford to direct funding to the poor who have been neglected. We can give to those who have nothing. We are the bright new future for those who have been oppressed by the elites of the so called democracies of the world. It is because of you that I can rest easy knowing my daughter will get the education and supplies she deserves.

I know that not all that we have done has been ethical, and even now you may have doubt, but trust in the White Masks. You have seen how we help those in need. You know how the media keeps our good deeds in the dark. Let us free those prisoners stuck in their daily jobs being worked to the bone for less than enough to feed themselves, let alone their families, and may it be that together… we can calmly put an end to our unethical deeds.

Brothers, sisters, children of the cause… we will put an end to this chaos… once and for all!

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SIEGE is a series of campaigns designed to lead up to major conflicts in a sort of end game. You will play as Operators who will improve with time. You will have your own unique codenames and gadgets with allowance to borrow concepts from existing operators or brand new ones.

What the limit for gadgets would then be is a question of your creativity guided by the possibility presented by Rainbow Six. Weapons may be preexisting although custom weapons may be reviewed for approval.

Should your operator be downed they can be extracted based on circumstance or can be killed.

Romance might be touched on more off objective but it is likely that I will take time to prep maps and objects with objectives and stories. The introduction of counter operators who will exist with their own gadgets, borrowed from other operators or completely new, are to challenge your own.

This will be an RP of planning and execution meaning there will be periods of planning allotted both IC and OOC to give a more realistic feel to the knowledge of the operators you play as as well as the expertise given by Seven and Legion.

At the moment I will consider Intelligence/Supply Points as a way to support operators on offense and defense which will reveal things about the map before or during engagement.

This would come in the form of dropping in care packages, calling in support units based on the map which could include back up units, smoke mortars, sniper support, and other benefits such as active scanning rooms or installing new cameras.

NPCs will be controlled both by myself and you as players.

As mentioned before, I will be taking time to plan maps so in the meantime one of two things can happen.

1: Wait and discuss things while I work on the map [Which could very well be a month or so to produce depending on scale.]

2: Participate with each other on smaller scale operations or general roleplay in downtime to get to know each other better as allies IC while awaiting for deployment.

I know this sounds like a rather ambitious roleplay, but I’ve had the itching to at least get this idea out there. I’d like a minimum of 5 to fulfill the R6 Quota It could be possible that with co-Dms we could set up sub-directors who assist Legion and Seven with managing their collective groups and if the numbers aren’t high enough to commit a full 5 team to the sub groups then they can be enabled to work with adjustment to difficulty so to speak.

If we so desire and if we have the appropriate number of co-dms we could probably just make siege attempts with lower numbers in mind.

This RP will include a grey morality for both organizations so if you're not a fan of the bad guys having redeemable qualities or the good guys having shady history then this is not the RP for you.

The pace of this RP will be slower than others and will operate in rotations (first, second, third, etc) and hybrid (order of posting and collaboration of posted based on the circumstances)

~ Valkyria Chronicles - Changing of the Guard ~

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Franz opened his eyes to witness a darkness in the world around him. With a grunt he sat up, feeling his wound. It was leaking blood. It was cold, the temperature of the room- or maybe his body, freezing him as he got up and went to wake up Lucia. A hand was placed upon her shoulder, shaking her before rolling her over to her back from her side and looked into her cold glazed eyes. He staggered back, staring at the dry blood on her lips and throat with a wound visibly open. He grabbed his rifle, checking the room methodically with his heart pounding in a blaze. Wha-what did this?!

He checked Michael's bunk, pulling the covers only to find the man coated in barbed wire. The blood oozed off of the mattress and onto his boots, making the man's heart punch his throat "Michael..." He whispered, slowly turning his head with his free hand and noticed his eyes were missing. More shock. What had happened here?! A groan came from the confused man as he felt his wound and pressed against the wound after it began to spray blood. "Fuck!" He cursed under his breath, shifting to the door and taking a bullet from his magazine, shoving it into the hole with what bandages he could gather from the corpses. His mind was all over the place as he restrained from screaming. He had to stay calm... Stay... stay calm... the enemy had to be here. He didn't know when they got in but it was the only logical answer. Why they didn't kill him... maybe they... the wound? did that save him? Either way, he couldn't let him drag him down now... He had to... survive.

Pushing past the door and into the corridor of dimly lit and flickering lights he surveyed the halls, listening as he slowly stepped over pools of blood and gore. The stench was horrid! Letters with no meaning were written on the walls. Numbers in his head confused him as he tried to recollect what had happened prior. He began to shiver. It was beginning to feel cold again. He moved faster, checking his corners and moving toward the exit hoping that nothing would be in his way. If he was alone against the federation he would have no way of surviving... Think... Think... A corpse? Maybe he could pretend to be one, rag doll if he came across any guards... No... No that probably wouldn't work. Why would a random corpse be laying around? He sighed quietly, pushing into the trenches beyond the exit.

His eyes were met with ashes. He had to blink, wiping the dust away as he crouched down and held himself against the wall. He blinked rapidly, needing to adjust to the lighting and becoming wide eyed at the blood red sky... Was this? He began to lose himself, gritting his teeth together as he tried to think of something else.

"Upon the hill was a silver lamb who's fleece was white as snow. Her legs were strong and her mind was too, no shepard would leave her be." He began, whispering to himself as he inched forward. Step after step he made his way to the corner of the wall and noticed the piles of bodies laying about... The Federation... as far as his eyes could see there was just body after body. Blood pool after blood pool. Guns, ammo, equipment, and helmets scattered about with no sign of the empire anywhere.

"S-she hopped th-th-the fence and felt the w-wi-wall-wind! Wind! She felt the wind! It's warmth in her coat." He shakily continued, feeling the cold creeping behind him again. He crouched down, thinking about Markus... about Amber... His vision was distorted for the moment, thinking about the people he loved and lost. His breathing was off but after thinking of their smiles and love he felt his vision return to normal as he quietly went prone and crawled by the bodies, watching vultures land and feed. Breathe in... Breathe out...

"She knew her friends. She knew her enemies. Within the range of the village she roamed."

Footsteps clapped against the ground and he went rag-doll, listening to the sounds of men speaking inaudibly. He kept his eyes opened, faking a glazed look as the steps continued. A boot landed in front of him, shifting and touching his face. It pushed his nose, tilting his face to face the sky. He allowed the boot to move him, offering no resistance as it held him there. There was a face... covered... by some kind of... mask? It breathed oddly, sounds of hissing as it tilted its head and removed its boot from him. Soon there was more chatter, the figure looking to something else before walking away with the other voices.

Franz laid there quietly, tears beginning to form as he felt another innocence slipping away from him. Once silence embodied the world again he slowly came up to a prone stance again, looking around himself to see nothing had changed. He crawled faster this time, unwilling to take another chance with his fingers becoming fuzzy. His entire body felt like it wanted to lock up with that cold feeling crawling into his feet. Faster he went, making it to the trenches and checking it quickly before throwing himself inside with a quiet slide.

"H-her value unhind... um... her value... her value was...her..." He began to choke, forgetting the words before sitting down to think of Amber again. "Her value insurmountable. Her love undying." He continued, opening his eyes to see Jean in front of him. Or at least, his head. Franz vomited, feeling even more shaky as he tried to take in the dismemberment as best he could. He needed a minute to breathe, coming closer to the head to grab a note sitting atop the man's head.

"Franz, if you're reading this then that means you've made it. I'm sorry I had to leave this here, but it was the only place that I could. I left in such a rush and I'm thankful I wasn't buried that deep. If you want to make it alive, you need to follow me. Hurry Franz. They'll be coming for you and the cold is going to worsen. Climb the hill, I'll see you soon... Mila Wagner..."

The man couldn't register his emotions properly, he didn't know how to feel or even what it was that was stirring inside him, but all it took was a single flake to land on his hand to tell him that the cold was coming.

Step after step he rushed up the hill, looking at the bodies on the way up and felt thankful that he had become somewhat numb to them although he pondered briefly if that was a good thing. Before he questioned his sanity he returned to the story.

"She visited the other sheep, she ran to greet the farmer, she was fed a special treat from the local bakery and prized was she."

He vaulted over the trench, noticing a soldier crouched in front of him choking a federation soldier on the ground. Without hesitation he punched the turning soldier and pulled out his knife, planting it hard into his heart and twisting before yanking out the blade and throwing the man to the side. He examined the body and found it had no face.

"She... she came to... she... blood... coat... eyes gone... burning in... sky..." He held his head as he heard something from afar. Thumping... then... a...piano?

He turned around quickly to spot the noise, the thumping continuing as a body stepped into view. In a blood stained uniform it came forth from the far end of the trench. Her hands were enlarged, lugging around a artillery in one arm tied to it with barbed wire and held a shell in the other hand, blood coated and flesh exposed in strings as it came closer. Franz froze as she approached, the woman speaking up in a distorted voice. "And when she came to the town there was a celebration, a feast. There was much love and kindness until the day of her golden years. They tied her to the table and they hushed her to sleep as they tore away what fleece she had left." She pulled her head up, abnormally snapping to look at Franz with black holes for eyes.

"M-Melanie..." Franz felt his calm snap, panic taking over as he quickly walked backwards. Shelling dropped onto the hill, the woman simply beginning to walk faster, lugging around the artillery as though it was nothing. He turned quickly, running away with rifle tucked into chest! Panic!

"Th-that's not how the story- it can't- that's-AAAAAAAGH!" He began to scream, running out of view and jumping up to climb out of the trench before barbed wire grew from the ground and cut at his hands. The entire hill was sprouting barbed wire and the trenches below were flooded with blood and snow, the creeping conditions making their way up hill. He held his hands as he jumped back down, spinning left and right before running to make his way further into the maze of a trench. He kept going and pushed with the sound of that dreaded piano and thumping growing. He ran and he ran. He slammed foot after another until he was grabbed by his collar. He turned to see the face. Middleton!

"I told you to head downhill. Are you deaf or dull witted you bloody muppet?!"

"Lieutenant! Art-"

An artillery shell hit them both, the lieutenant spraying into gore as Franz felt much of his body scream in pain. Flesh exposed from rips of skin as shrapnel settled into his legs. He was in tact and the wounds not too deep. Mila! "Mila! Mila! Where are you?!" He screamed, desperate to find a way out as he heard the dragging of the artillery behind him. He had to limp and use the walls of the dry blood coated trenches. He pushed and pushed, following the sounds of the piano and eventually making it to the top of the trenches where he heard the piano most clear. There... in the spotlight of the sun was Mila. She continued to play the piano, gliding fingers gracefully with imperials dead around her. Her rifle sat next to the piano, clean and well maintained.

"Mila!" Franz shouted, limping closer with a thud as he fell. Crawling quickly he tried to make sense of the chaos around him. Pushing up he watched a fog form in the air around him, the mist suffocating him with the man in the mask approaching from the apex of the hill, rolling fog following him. The sound of artillery exploding around him as he fell to his side and looked to where he came from. Melanie approached ever so much closer with the dirt being ripped apart while she continued to effortlessly drag the moving piece. He couldn't breathe! It burned his lungs to breathe in the fog and the shrapnel dug into his back from how close it had hit. He felt a hand on his shoulder and recognized the shape. He felt a peace enter him as he grabbed his rifle and prepared it while Mila dragged him out of sight of the two.

"Mila, we need to leave! I'll cover us, ju-"

"Shhhh..."

"You're right... I... They'll hear me if I-"

Her hand pressed against his mouth, forcibly tilting his face to face her own looming structure. Horror struck as her face dripped blood from the shrapnel coated damage. Her eyes were missing. She blinked and suddenly Michael's eyes were in her sockets. "And when the little one was stripped of her value and her sight grew dim they took a blade and brought it to her throat saying 'merry, merry, the end of life begins so that the end of birth can begin.' Life for life. Old for new." The beserker's spirit blazed through what purity there was, the man helpless to watch as she released him and took his knife, swinging into his eye sockets with a scream from the defenselss!

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Franz awoke with a gasp, pushing himself away from the floor that he had somehow ended up on. For a minute it felt like nothing but hard breathing and coughing... It was quiet, but... The sounds of soldiers moving about. Steps came close to the door, openning it up with Franz still panting and leaning on his elbow.

"Don't jerk it too hard, private. Got a train to catch." The soldier smirked, closing the door and going his way while Franz sat up and looked around... Was it all... just a dream?

Franz marched with a steady neutral expression as he made his way to the back of the group, listening to Middleton speak- well- pretending to anyway. He might had asked the Lieutenant for forgiveness for being distracted when he witnessed a demonic nightmare unfold during the night where the lieutenant exploded into a shower of blood and gore. He might have asked if he could even fathom what Franz was feeling but he had the inclination that perhaps it would be best to keep it to himself. What was he to tell Michael? "Hey friend, I just saw you dead with your eyes in Mila's sockets." Disgusting, honestly. He felt as though he was much weaker, much more frail in his dream. Maybe it spoke of the boy inside who was locked behind an array of defensive layers. He felt everything rather vividly in that dream of his and he could make little sense of what was even happening half the time. What was that cold? What was that fog? Melanie? Wagner? He remembered every detail and it bothered him to an extent that was unsettling especially when he had such good thoughts of the two. Who was the man in the mask and why did he feel like death himself? He had to blink himself out of it after overhearing a conversation.

"What kind of fucking idiot made that asshole, Captain?"

"Hey, at least, he isn't making us walk."

"I'd fucking prefer taking my time on a march than ride straight into hell. Command is so fucking incompetant and I didn't join just to die for them. I'm telling you, the moment I get a chance I'm getting out of here."

"You won't. Just relax."

"Relax? Yeah, sure. Even when he's pulling people like that Lucia in to have private conversations with... Hey, you think she's fucking him?"

"Would you relax? Don't overthink things. That's only going to get you another bullet in the leg."

"Whatever, where's that pretty girl from the other squad anyway? I'm thinking maybe I could get payment on that favor before I go into hell's reach."

"Pig."

After listening in he passed by the soldiers, pretending not to have heard anything as he waded through the crowd and boarded the train trying to remember what else was said... Well... now he remembered hearing something from Michael. He woke up in the middle of his dream to respond to... the train... Hmmm... Why couldn't he remember that earlier? Was he really that tired? Perhaps. What real-

"Hey Darscen! Quit wasting fucking air and get moving!" That voice from earlier spoke, pushing him along while the man who was with him pulled back the taller man.

"Charles! Don't!"

"He's in the way!"

Blood began to boil as Franz calmly pulled out his cigarettes and ignored the man, huffing once and pulling out a match to light it... all he needed... was just a little sm-

"Darscen! You hearing me? I said stop fucking around and get going!"

"Charles he's already walking faster than us. Would you leave him be?"

"Hey, you're the one who was talking about those dark hairs, so why don't you take back what you said and we'll be even?"

"But everything I said was true!"

Franz shook his head and li- A punch from the back sent the cigarette flying into the crowd and his eyes flared in an alert state. Blood began to pump and pulses of hatred responded within his own fists. He calmly turned, facing the two gentlemen calmly.

"Charles? Was it?" Franz asked the man, looking up to him with a stone expression.

"Yeah, dark head. I've got a problem with you dragging your feet. I just want you out of my face so get los-" Before he could finish his statement a sudden hook came from Franz's right hand, knocking the man to his back before looking to the more delicate man beside him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

"Listen, friend. I don't want any trouble. If he doesn't like me then that's fine. I just don't want him to ruin what time we have left before half of you die in the next battle. Me? I'll survive. I want you to enjoy what time you have left too. So if your friend Charles wants to spend time with his candy girl then tell him he better forget I was even here or I'll tear his scrotum from his worthless body and feed it to him while I slit his throat. And I will smile when they line me up for treason. Understand?"

The other man nodded, listening quietly while others came to break up the encounter.

"What's your name?"

"F-Francis Hendell."

"Francis? Good name." Franz would respond, patting his back and smiling at man sprawled out on the ground before shifting into the crowd. It was a lot of moving about and swapping places with people but in time he made it onto the cart without so much as an NCO stopping him in his tracks. He stopped between carts for a quick smoke break, taking in the sweet sweet smoke before puffing it out for a few minutes. The stress, nightmare, thoughts of all the bodies he would see would burn away with every huff and once he felt he was stable he forced the fire to die and saved the rest of the stick for later... It was time... A good time at that to finally talk to the squad.

Franz walked in briefly after Jean had spoke, showing a more solid version of the man he was when he gave his report and was back to seeming more reserved and fortified mentally. He approached with a steady pace and stood with shoulders wide, a hand in the pocket, and his other clasped together as if he was holding one of his sticks and looked to the band of men. It didn't take very long for him to simply chuckle and try to throw in his own personality.

"I see you boys can't get enough of polishing your equipment. Couldn't even wait to get to the next stop. I suppose not everyone has the restraint to do it at a decent hour." The joke was crude, sure, but it was common for such crude humor to be accepted universally. "Forgive me for the crude humor. Just thought I'd lighten the mood a bit further. I haven't properly introduced myself to the rest of you, but I am Franz Blau. It is my pleasure to serve alongside such fine degenerates." He joked, trying to remember what Markus told him about having a good time with strangers as he walked to shake the hands of Issac, patting the shoulder of Michael, and finally shaking Jean's hand if they allowed.

Upon noticing the promotion he smirked. "Moving up in the world are we corporal? And your lady friends? Not keeping them for yourself are you? Maybe invite them to join us? And..." Franz became a bit more serious as his tone reflected it, eyes narrowing a bit as he tightened his grip. "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." He pat his shoulder, moving so he could ask to sit beside Michael.

"This seat isn't taken, is it, my friend?"

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