Conscripts

The Nomad, a sci-fi epic.

"Sir! You need to calm down! Firing on the crowds will do us more harm than goods!"

Said the weapon officer on board the bridge of the Scythian, to the rash Nelson, who, still in his enraged fury, just ordered the crews to open fire.

"I don't need to know that! They aren't civilians! They are our enemies! They killed our men!" Nelson shouted back to him, but was suddenly grabbed in the shoulder by him himself.

"Sir! If you fire on the crowd you risk losing your entire career right here, right now! And your killer will still be there, sitting with his ass above his crossed feet peacefully! You will not get yourself a revenge like this! Wake up!"

Despite how fiercely Nelson protested, the man kept holding on to him, gripping his shoulders tightly, until the Lieutenant calm down. The officer was being unusually calm and patient, as opposed to his impulsive superior. The reason was simple: he was a former subordinate of Nelson. He knew Nelson's rashness, his rage. Although not thorough, but still, he knew it. He saw his eyes. And then he knew that he couldn't afford to be impatient like him. He couldn't waste his entire career, his life to some rash and illogical decisions, nor he could afford to lose the Lieutenant as his superior. The universe would lose a Nelson.

It took around a minute to calm the man down, as his shoulders began to loosen itself. The anger still lingered somewhere within him, but at the least, the man could gave a sigh of temporary relief, as he knew that he had led way for his real self to come out. His genius self.

Nelson sighed as he clinched his forehead, releasing all his anger, trying to vaporize it into thin air, as he said.

"Tell me officer. What are we provided with?"

There it is.

"Not much I'm afraid. We have three CIWS machine guns, and a bundle of navy personals, but almost half are recruits and do not have much experience."

"That's already enough." Nelson turned to address the entire room. "All hands, man your stations. I want all well-trained personals to handle the guns. Watchers and navigators, keep a close eye on the surrounding buildings."

"What are you trying to do sir?" Another officer asked, a middle-aged man.

"I was targetted by a sniper. And as far as I know, there is one lurking out there, trying to fling shots on our butts the moment we stick it out of the ship. And we will not let him accomplish that goal"

Nelson then walked to the observation area, where the situation was slowly unraveling in front of his eyes. He could see several shots coming from two large building not far from there. That was where those snipers were stationed in. Fools. They think that by staying there they will be totally safe? Such arrogance will be their grave mistake.

"There" He pointed at the two buildings. "That abandoned building. In the crack of the chaos, we'll go straight for it."
The line was directed at his officers, who looked at each other.

"You mean taking off?"

"They have given themselves to us already." Nelson said. "By appearing that we are retreating from the area, we can close in on them without them making a single move to counteract them."

He then turned to voice himself into the radio, in a manner different from his original.

"Attention all personals. Return to your station immediately. The ship will be taking off in 10 minutes."

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

I'm just voicing my opinion, that intelligence stat might cause difficulties for players. Please don't think I'm being salty about it.

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

<Snipped quote by Lucius Cypher>
There's also the issue of a smart player trying to play a dumb character--maybe it's not as difficult as the reverse, but I've already brainstormed a couple of scenarios with my character, Kenichi, where I suddenly realized "No, it wouldn't really make sense for him to do that because he wouldn't have access to that information like I do." That's a problem that always comes up in regards to Meta knowledge, but it also accounts for a person trying to write a character below their own intelligence level--we might have known something for so long, or it might have come so easily to us, that when other people don't have that level of knowledge we're surprised--"I thought everybody learned that?" The end result, for authors who aren't careful to double-check what they've written, is a character who is supposed to be dumb somehow either outdoing people smarter than they are, or causing a character who's supposed to be average to have to up their intelligence to genius level, and the genius has to now do tenth dimensional equations in order to keep their title.

@Zeroth

Yeah, I got the intelligence problem a few times when I was writing a fanfiction about a genius and several of his aides. And I somehow caused a huge gap between him and the others in regards of intelligence in order to make his role significant, so I have to play both dumb and smart character at the same time, and have to consider very carefully what they do and what they speak, which is hardcore. I like writing about smart guys who gives their opponents a hard time by just sitting on his desk, but I think, in the end, intelligence is the most difficult stat to be measured, as the course of human mind is extremely complex. That is also why I refrain from making a genius or a total fool in RPing, limiting him to only smart or sometimes clueless.

The Nomad, a sci-fi epic.

I'll be posting in a few hours. Probably with a bit of retaliation.

Battle of the Maw (Medieval Fantasy)

I'm thinking about sending in a group army of war elephants into the battlefield. Probably around 50-100. Not that giant LotR elephant, but the real life one. So when the creature is spooked and terrified, there's a chance that it will run away and trample on our own troops, so I'm not sure about reduced friendly fire.

Battle of the Maw (Medieval Fantasy)

But how do you actually determines the grand commander anyway? Through the soundness of the strategy or something else?

♦ A New Era ♦ - A My Hero Academia RP

@Prewiga

Can't see it too. I'll see if my other devices, and check the problems for you, but I suggest posting it on the site or on some reliable image hosting websites

The Legend of the Aedis: Elemental Warriors of Old

Alexander was rushing back to the academy as fast as he can on his companion, Stella, in helplessness. He kept cursing himself for having left the academy at this time of the year, when tensions kept rising between the Ohen and the academy. He knew it, he knew it all along, and yet he was careless to leave at this hour. Even worse, if it hadn’t been for that earlier encounter, he would have left the place entirely to the mercy of their soldiers:

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(Flashback)
The remaining ten soldiers of the squadron, the commander included, was left in complete shock, as they saw for their eyes, a lone man on a white steed chopping down a company of fifty men and only breaking sweats from it. They were now left with very few choices, whether to retreat or be routed in shame and chances of being executed for not accomplishing their tasks, or stay and get cut down by the mysterious horseman. It looked like most of them chose the former, leaving only three men left.

“Looks like the three of you have realized your fate already.” The horseman spoke, as he changed the grip on his Swiss saber. “Very well…”

He suddenly slashed his horse rein, and the mighty steed broke into a gallop. One of the two soldiers tried to shoot Alexander dead using his bow and arrows. But how naive he was, after seeing how Alexander managed to deflect dozens of them a few minutes earlier. And he did not hesitate to do that again.

The unfortunate man was then shot dead by a light bolt that was formed on the tip of the swiss saber. The other one didn’t even have the time, or strength, to put up his shield, as the horse rammed both him and the commander with full speed, sending the two soldiers to the ground before the other soldier being trampled to death by the hundred kilogram horse.

The commander lied on the muddy ground helplessly, under the blade of the young Alexander, at the mercy of fate. But it seemed that he wasn’t willing to accept it.

“Please! Don’t kill me! I’m just following orders!”

Orders? Whose orders?

Or rather, why are these soldiers here?

“If you don’t want to squander your life here, then tell me the truth. What is going on here?”

“Her majesty…She ordered all of this…”

Her majesty? The Ohen? Wait…

Alexander realized his big mistake.
(/Flashback)
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He had to grit his teeth in order to continue on. Is this the fate that awaits all the Aedises, a destiny of total annihilation?

Alexander arrived at the gate of the academy, to witness a huge scene of pure massacre unraveling in front of his eyes. Soldiers were overrunning the courtyard, as they mow down the younglings, some of whom were only ten to fourteen, ever inexperienced with their powers. Every blows dealt to the young students was every blows to his heart. In his mind ran multiple trains of thoughts, each overlapping each other. Is Thomas alright? Is Euphelia, his tutor, safe? Has everybody managed to escape the academy?

The sheer brutality of the scene in front of him was so immense that even his horse Stella would have to turn away from looking at them directly.

“Stella?” Alexander too had to turn away for a few seconds.

“Do not fear. It’s what you and I have been trained so many times together for.”

He petted the horse to ensure that he would not get spooked by the attack, for he was about to charge in. He couldn't stand this sight any longer. Swinging his eyes around, he noticed a band of soldiers, around twenty in total, attacking a small group of students around his age. With absolute no hesitation, Alexander shouted, with his saber unsheathed.

“Come Stella! Ride! Ride!!!”

And he charged.

~ Squad 914: Beyond ~

“Whew, my leg is stoned.”

Said the young Vietnamese as he struggled to stand after hours of being stuck in one spot inside a truck. He could not move nor stand, due to the cramped space that he was given. But thankfully, all of that was over now, as he had arrived at his destination. It was a small depot, nothing more, nothing less, but it was packed with faces. Most of them were Russians, while some bore different nationalities, many from different walks of life. But there was one thing, one small thing that all brought them together, which was known to Thanh under the name ‘Squad 914’

They all gathered in a straight, orderly line, around 30 in total, in front of a small podium, as a tall commander soon took it. His voice was clear and loud, yet less grand and more simple, which pretty much suited his taste. Not that he hates nobles but they usually talk in a manner that he found it difficult to understand. Just blame the poor fate that was bestowed upon him for being born in a poor rural family.

After the briefing, the Asian man left to receive the order from the officers. He had noticed that Thanh was wearing one of the gilet that was granted to him as a gift from the Vietnamese soldiers that he once worked with, along with some other folks, who were looking at him. Thanh was in no position to be surprised, as a sight of a small Asian among an army of Europeans would be strange. But no bad intentions were in those gazes, as they knew that the Vietnamese were one of their allies, tied together by an invisible but strong bond for the last two decades. So the young Thanh couldn’t help but take a little pride in serving here.

After receiving the order, Thanh looked at his wrist watch. It was only 0800, so he had plenty of time. He looked around, to see if there is any other fellow Vietnamese who was in the squad with him. But unfortunately, he found none. He couldn’t even found an Asian not to mention an individuals from a small country like him. But as he looked around a bit more, he had noticed a rather familiar sight. A blonde man with a hollow beard, whom he had seen a couple of times at the defense of Kursk. He hadn’t gotten many chances to know him, due to their circumstances being a little tight around the time. Now that they had met, it wouldn’t be a bad thing to initiate in a friendly chat with him.

“Good morning. I am Thanh, a former member of the Vietnamese detachment. I believe that we have seen each other at some times during Kursk. I wonder if you know.”

@LetMeDoStuff

ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ: _ɢᴇɴᴇsɪs

Fuyuki was more or less baffled by the sudden appearance of the young boy with tears in his eyes, but he was in no position to be so surprised by that. He was a patient after all, and they all had a common goal, a great desire from the bottom of their souls: to escape this hellhole.

He simply gave a smile to the boy as the pink-haired girl approached him. But as Alina dashed away to the elevator, Fuyuki knew that it was time for him to move, or else he would either got shot dead in his tracks, or be darted, subdued and thrown back to that horrible claustrophobic cell living in everlasting darkness of his blindness.

“Come on, let’s go. We’re being left behind.”

He called out to the three as he too moved into a dash, trying to catch up with her fellow survivors. But as he moved with haste, he noticed, or rather sensed, that something was also off. As if…someone is missing.
Fuyuki stopped at a T-section and looked back to his trail, and saw that the boy with teary eyes wasn’t there, for some reasons. Maybe he’s trying to catch up. But it turned out to be not the case. Most likely not, as he had already spared a few seconds to wait for him, but he did not turn up around the corner he expected him to be.

“Now what is he-Ahh!”

Suddenly, it hit him.

His senses began to blur.

Slowly and strugglingly, Fuyuki looked to the hallway that crossed path with the hallway that he was running through, and at his fatal carelessness. A scientist, with a dart gun, was standing firmly there, crouching and aiming patiently. Fuyuki could not see him as clearly anymore, but what he could see was a dart, filled with a strong sleeping substances, was plunged straight into his arm.

He was shot.

And in only a few seconds, the substance would take effect.

‘This…is the end. My end? It can’t be.’

It couldn’t end like this. He was waiting so patiently for what was to come for so long, and now God is going to smash it, his dreams, all to pieces and tell you that everything that he had endured was for nothing?

It can’t be!

“It can’t be!”

The scientist, noticing how the Asian boy was slowly falling into unconsciousness, smiled triumphantly as he casually approached him. But little did he know…that Fuyuki was still capable of seeing clearly.

That was his worst mistake.

Fuyuki suddenly snapped, his eyes opening widely, as the arrogant scientist was sent slamming violently against the wall, and then being pulled with a tremendous force towards Fuyuki. He went out cold instantly, as obvious as no normal man was able to sustain such force and maintaining his cool, not to mention a scientist, whose job only included working his brains and torturing patients like him.

But even that could not stop the effects of the drugs. It could not be stopped only with sheer mental will, no one so naive would have thought that.

Fuyuki could feel his eyelids as heavy as a bag full of sand, threatening to fall any moment. It would fall, if he didn’t do anything to deal with it. Come on, think!

All of a sudden, Fuyuki jerked his head, in realization. Of something. Something…crazy. He remembered that in one of the movies that he once watched with his family back before being kidnapped into this place. In one particular scene, the villain was struck with a tranquil gun, and he punched himself to keep himself awake.

Of course, it was just a typical Hollywood movie that was full of trivial and sometimes absolute bullshit scenes. It was awesome when watched, but some you could not simply apply it to real life before being proved. Fuyuki didn’t know if pain could actually cause the mind to concentrate better and negate the effects of it, but after looking back at the position that he was in, there was no time for considering factors like that. If you don’t act fast, you’re gonna fall.

To hell with this!

He looked down to the unconscious scientist, and found a gun being holstered in his pants pocket. And now it was not any dart guns, a real gun. A semi-automatic pistol, the H&K USP.

‘This is gonna hurt.’

Fuyuki quickly reached out for it, trying his best not to fall to the ground and let loose to the effects of the sleeping substances. After having a solid grip onto it with his hand, he quickly pointed it…to his other arm. Both hesitantly and decisively, he pulled the trigger.

“This is the only way to keep me conscious." He said, in case anyone asked.