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The Matter of Britain

The Guild Is Fucked

The Matter of Britain

The Guild Is Fucked

The Matter of Britain

I'm in, fair enough.

Heavy Nazis, Heavy Guns- Restarted (ONL and kingkonrad)

Swordfish knew that she wasn't usually as large as Sturm Adler and the rest of the 505th, but in this suit, she felt just to their scale.
"I give...well, about ten seconds if the timer in my head is correct. Explosion might throw you a little, it's not going to be as explosive as it is implosive. It'll collapse the fucking temple on itself!" She said over the comms, seconds ticking as suddenly, the roar kicked in. She had been mentally keeping a counter on the timer, aware that it was the only way to keep track of explosives. If it went perfectly, when she counted the last number, it would go. And right now, she was glad she was inside the suit, even 100m away.

The explosion was thundering, and the whole radar bunker collapsed, the tower falling down and crashing into a barrack as it snapped into two, the concrete structure not bearing under the immense force of the charge. No more radar, she thought to herself. The fire kicked up a little, and she heard a slight clanking, clinking of small shrapnel, though it didn't even consider going through, as she moved up, adjusting herself as she held the MG42 high.
"There we are! Okay, before they bring any fighter-bombers from the mainland, I say we get out of here. Back the way we came." Swordfish said, looking over to him, as she moved up, bullets pinging off as a MG on the far side opened up, the shots ricocheting as she smiled. This time, she was more potent than they were. She turned and simply belted out a volley of shots from the weapon, quickly taking the emplacement out and two supporting rifles, before moving back, headed out of the compound towards the hole in the fence. A very distant noise of planes could be heard, and Swordfish knew this couldn't be good, no way no how. The exoskeleton meant it could hold the extra pressure plating and weight of the suit, and move it faster, but she knew Sturm Adler was a little more flexible, and in terms of movements, a little more infantry than "mechanized" infantry. Still, getting out of here was a priority now, and her heart did indeed shudder, a wicked smile on her face, one that seemed to just acknowledge the scale of what they did. The noise did get louder, as they left the compound, burning and bright in the dark night, as the planes flew over.
"Shit, we got Hawker Typhoons, rocket-armed! No telling if they saw us- just fucking run!" She yelled, aware that there was no way of telling this time. The Allies knew that this was a Nazi myth that could have had truth to it, an inch. Heavily armored infantrymen, who were impossible to fell, and to records, hadn't been felled. Any stories of them were usually taken as such, a ghost story that simply didn't have any reliable proof to it. But through the thick reinforced glass visor, Swordfish knew that the Typhoons were rocket armed, and that would be enough to fell them alright. And she didn't feel like letting down the 505th on their first run. She looked over in the corner of her visor, turning her head a little, seeing it through the night vision.

"Oh, schiesse....head down!" She yelled, watching them come back around, herself knowing that they were almost at the end of the lava field. It was get exposed and blown up, or get a little warm for a while. Swordfish knew her choice, as she intentionally slid forwards, hurling the suit's arms in front, as she crashed into the rocky membrane of the lava field, aware that it was flowing barely meters away. The ground was sizzling, she could even feel it through the suit itself, as she kept down, the noise loud as hell as they swept past, perhaps the pilots in disbelief. They eyes seeing things, she hoped to herself, as they flew past, the propellers spinning loud as hell as she waited five seconds. Swordfish barely clambered up again, looking at the suit's arms, and dusting each one off, clearing the black and scortching hot rock off, which had barely been probably formed. The suit wasn't damaged, she hoped at least the same was the case for Sturm Adler's.
"The lava is barely a meter below this, it's sub surface. Come on, let's get ourselves back to the U-Boat. Our job is done here I guess, while I think we have more than plenty of ammunition, I'd like to get back to get an hour of time with you, Sturm Adler." Swordfish said, cheekily at the end, as she moved up, looking around as she looked back at Sturm Adler, smiling through her visor as she then looked to the water. Moving up, she slunked down as she stepped on a rocky part of the lava falls, stepping off the rocks and going back into the water. The lava flowed into the stormy sea, something that became a little more obvious from this angle as she activated the huge oxygen tank on the suit's back, disengaging the night vision set as the suit sunk to the floor.
"Get the air back on, follow on me." She said, looking back as the water jets on the feet of the suit whirred into life, the new ground below Swordfish as she felt the suit take a little pressure on, nothing dangerous but just a symptom to be used to.

Armia Krajowa - WW2 Polish Resistance RP

It's an invasion. Bombing was significant, yes, and I mean, Warsaw suffered. But it was mostly intact, you have to understand. Tanks and infantry are rolling in, the aftermath of invasion brings hell, but the Germans keep the systems running in Warsaw initially, because they're there to run things. The trams run, the Jews are rounded up within a year, and things are organized- they leave the water on for themselves. Later, that changes of course- people starving to death and the like says it all, then everything, everything that stands is bombed. The Soviets in the East (that is something many forget), and the Germans in the West split Poland into two, and flooded the place. What happens next is big. They create the General Government (area around Warsaw, and where they initially want to move all the Poles to) and then create the Gaus of Posen and Danzig-West Prussia, which they start moving Poles out of (Source? My mother's side of the family, down to my great-grandparents, they returned to a blitzed and ruined farm that wasn't torched by the Nazis, but by the invading Soviets, as they spoke German....it's more complicated than that). Warsaw isn't that packed before the war- afterwards, it's stuffed full of not just Jews in the Ghettos (from all over Poland) to being filled with refugees from northern Poland, and German soldiers who are basically setting up in the capital- as a extension of a German rule, and there's quite a few. In 1939, military forces, over time, reserve battalions and reserve police, mostly German, and 1944, the Germans are in full force, even the SS I believe. They had an iron grip- this is the very aftermath, barely days after the surrender of Poland, and whilst there are refugees, a lot of which ran from the Soviets who believe it or not, many were scared of (this is my father's side of the family who were unlucky enough to go to Gulags), and I do believe that even into 1944, the Germans did keep a pretty fuck off appearance to any resistance effort. This is why the Uprising is so big- because it was so large-scale an effort, it meant that the citizens of Warsaw were basically involved on a mass scale to bring about liberation for their city, hopefully to be reinforced by the impending doom that the Red Army spells on Nazi Germany.

That penultimate last bit about reinforcing of course, didn't happen in this direct order.

Also, there is one thing to note. The Soviets aren't all the good guys either. I really hate media for portraying that. Once you study Stalin, and view it in particular from Poland's point of view, the AK isn't just a liberation front. It's a terrorist organization to Stalin, and the aftermath of the Uprising is just as significant as the events before it, for the AK at least. I really hope this is something maintained- the end of this RP for many of our characters, for being merely affiliated with the AK in the aftermath (if they survive) is probably death.

Heavy Nazis, Heavy Guns- Restarted (ONL and kingkonrad)

"Yep!" She said, her Sten in hand as she saw the British squad turn, and look at the anarchy from the huge fireball, the fuel depot up in flames as they raised their Lee Enfields and own Stens, unaware of the female operator that was out of sight and about to kill the four of them. The 9mm rounds punctured the men's bodies like an arrow through a balloon, the subsonic rounds plentiful in quantity and accurately placed, as to put them down without a fight. She had to run.

Swordfish began running, moving from underneath the Willys Jeep across the compound, fixing a new magazine in as she saw Sturm Adler in the distance. He'd recognize her, and likewise, she could see the outline, trained her mind out to focus on it in particular. It was walking death, and Sturm Adler was bringing it to this compound. She slid under the fence, the entry point, moving with a certain pace and vigour of an athlete, as she moved back towards their infiltration point. over the rocky lava field and avoiding all the hotter parts between the cracks- not bubbling, but occasionally visible with a glowing orange. It was about 200m, but it was covered fast with her bounding legs moving fast over the snowy darkness. Her suit came into vision, as she smiled, already looking back.
"About to come in, Sturm Adler. Hold the line a little longer, let's stir up a nightmare here before we leave. I want whoever survives to tell the remaining forces of the Allies on this island that there were two of us, and they couldn't stop us." She said, smiling as she opened the top up, throwing herself in as she then sealed it down, exhaling hard.

The suit whirred into life, Swordfish feeling the armor come alive in her hands again, as she loaded the MG42. It was lightly armed, but well armored, for what it was. Moving up, she couldn't move as fast as she did running, but was hauling herself across the field with movement, as she approached the edge of the complex. Charging through the fence, she saw a set of contacts move from the barracks, the MG42 already opening up. The weapon tore through the small squad, as she moved up, looking to Sturm Adler, who was holding out on his own.
"Got your back, Sturm Adler. You're up on point. I'll follow. Let's flush the rest of this compound out, maybe wound one or two." She said, aware he was the more developed in combat perhaps, and with this whole armored debacle, while it wasn't her specialism, it was the soldier's who had been the hero of Moscow, the man who had fought through hell and high water to clear the Kremlin and take on enemy after enemy. She sent fire down on a Willys Jeep that drove in with a .303 M1919 attached, quickly hosing down the group, feeling shots richochet off the steel plating of the mechanized diving suit as she moved up, the light thud digging into the snow as she smiled through her visor.

Armia Krajowa Character Sheets

Name: Pawel Wojtkiewicz
Age: (17 in 1939, 21 in 1944)
Country of Origin: Poland
Religion: Catholic
Division: Operations
Appearance: Pawel is a well-built Polish lad, being one that seems to be most in touch with the ideals of the AK, and what next of a Post-War Poland- free of Communists and Nazis alike. He stands at about 6"0, and you'd almost mistake him for being Aryan, with his good looks and slightly blonde hair. He has a scar running down his left cheek, a subtle one that came from an injury in the line of fire.

Personality: A brave and fiery individual, Pawel is a man that you would want on your side in the AK. He may be young, but he knows how to handle a rifle, and make decisions that make sense. While filled with anger and rage, this is what you would expect of a man who lost his mother, and his father to the Germans. He sees perhaps sense in the ideals of the AK- a free Poland, and alligns himself to the more traditional view, of a Poland in democracy, rather than Communist or Militaristic regimes. He seems to hate Communists to this end for stories relating to his extended family.

Flaw: Hates Communists, and even in the toughest of times, couldn't work alongside one. This could hamper AK support in negotiating grass-roots support with Communist partisans.

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Name: Magda Wojtkiewicz
Age: (16 in 1939, 20 in 1944)
Country of Origin: Polish
Religion: Catholic
Division: Other
Appearance: TBA
Personality: Fiery, like her brother, Magda has a different kind of bravery. She has a deep care for her family, a motherly figure almost, something thrust upon her too quickly. She can think for herself and act appropriately in a situation, though she isn't exactly able to hold herself together in the worst of times. She seems to be knowledgeable, and deeply caring, a Mother-like figure in lieu of the Wojtkiewicz family's parents being absent.
Flaw: Scared of intimidation, perhaps being a little less confident under particular types of pressure.

Name: Janusz Wojtkewicz
Age: (9 in 1939, 14 in 1944)
Country of Origin: Poland
Religion: Catholic
Division: Operations
Appearance: TBA
Personality: Janusz may be considered by most as more than a child, but he seems to share the same sort of ethos that his older siblings have. He's grown up fast, and seems to take a responsibility that perhaps he would have never been asked to take, in a war like this. He seems fairly friendly, and whilst he has a contempt for the Germans, he tends to perhaps be a brighter spark amidst the chaos of Warsaw.
Flaw: Young, inexperienced, unknowing perhaps of the wisdom and forged intellect of his older brother and sister.

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The Wojtkiewicz family lived in Warsaw after the re-division of Russia's former territories, with Wiktor Wojtkiewicz being the first to move followed by the family- Wiktor being the brothers' and Magda's father. They were not poor, but not affluent either- an emerging middle class, perhaps, able to live, work and play in a distinctly Polish city. They were a Catholic family, and the siblings were well educated and brought up. Magda even had aspirations to become a Doctor, had the war not have arrived.

They were were untouched by the Nazis following their invasion, or at least, until 1940, when they were forced to move out of their townhouse to a smaller and squalid settlement, to make way for the Warsaw Ghetto- their townhouse being shared by six families. This hit hard- and while taking pity on the Jews was something they wished to do, they could never bring themselves to help at further fear of their own lives, physically seeing them be brutally harassed and beaten in the street then beyond the walls. Wiktor, a machinist, was taken by the Nazis in 1943, considered "essential" to the war effort, and taken to Germany, to work in a Labor Camp- the siblings do not know if this is something he will come back from, or what state he is in, but the siblings mother, Anna, died of TB in early 1944, leaving them without any parents at all at this point in time. They have scraped together a living, but Pawel and Janusz are already looking to an end to rationing and starving, to an end to the occupation and brutal regime of Nazi occupations- and with the stories of advances in the East by the Red Army, understand that if they wish to free Warsaw, they will have a role to play.

Armia Krajowa - WW2 Polish Resistance RP

I should probably mention, the characters I create may not at first make sense with the divisional structure, but they can click. The Scouts character, before you ask, is a real thing- there were Polish Scouts fighting as messengers and even soldiers if it was dire enough. The point being, at this point in time, Poland is far, far worse than any French resistance RP. These are veterans of the Eastern Front, it's horrifying some of the reports that occurred in Powstanie Warsawskie. It'll make you think twice about the Soviets being the good guys, too. The French may have rebelled for four years, but if you go to the Museum for the Warsaw Uprising in Warsaw, you'll find that what these people did really was mindblowing to liberate their country. The scale of the ruin in Warsaw is something we tend to forget too. Basically, Warsaw did almost resemble Hiroshima, minus a few standing husks of buildings- the sheer devastation and what the Nazis had to do in the end, was incredible, and the scale of urban fighting that occurred rivals many an account from Stalingrad. I seriously have wondered where this RP was for a while.

I'll fix my CSes appearances in time.

The divisional system ,while I like it, is a bit weird too. The AK wasn't massively organized outside of Warsaw- it was easily uprooted, and inbetween 1939 to 1944, the distance between Poland and Britain/France kind of meant that most of any attempt to rally resistance was actually incredibly hard- also considering that the whole country was locked down by the Germans, and had in essence, become divided into two pre-1941 into an intergrated German state (in which my mother's family existed), and

Oh, and another thing. SOE and other foreign groups were involved. But there is one key point. An SOE agent, if known to the Soviets..ohohoh. Well, they'd be gone. If the Soviets knew an SOE agent was in the Armia Krajowa, they'd think that they were supplied by the British, and because AK was going to become an illegal and terrorist organization after hostilities...well, they would be in a demanding position to have that person removed. They were responsible, mind you, for some incredible stuff. The Blyskawica is one of these beautiful and bastardized things that we kinda stole in the ideas department :D So keep that in mind, I'd personally still want a character like that in the RP to exist if someone else did it, but it's worth keeping that in mind.

I don't agree with dice-rolling myself too, I don't know entirely why. While I like the idea behind the risk element, it really would hamper the story-going element for me. So in short, while it means anything and everything is possible, it means that it flushes routes that I could have wanted to write out kinda go, and almost feels like I don't have any responsibility in designing the fate of my characters and those to be shot at. If it's possible, since I really, really have been wanting to fuel an RP like this for a while, I'd like to kind of have the opportunity to be trusted with the responsibility that of course, anything that my characters do isn't going to be gun-toting risk, but in a controlled manner that is discussed and responsible. I wouldn't feel comfortable with it is the point. I've done enough combat-based RPs to understand stupid, and opponent risk- dice rolling wouldn't work to me personally.

WW2 Polish Resistance RP

NO FUCKING WAY. I've been waiting for this a long while. Count me in, I have already got a trio of characters in mind, that would fit the time period. Since this is literally my family history (I'm a 3rd Generation Pole in England), and I know the time period very well , I'd love to be involved. Also, the language is something I know too, so if in doubt, ask and I can help.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

"You were always one for theatrics. Let's move, Carl." He said, looking at the dead man, disapproving yet somehow knowing full well, as he moved up, lugging his Mk48 back, stepping over the bodies as he followed the track, aware that the gunshots had been heard. Good. Then they'd be scared, maybe thin themselves out. It was CSAR action- Combat Search And Rescue. Normally, a group of USAF Parajumpers would have been sent in, to unfuck the work that even a Special Forces group had gotten into, which said a lot. In these parts of the mountains, nothing less than a platoon would do. It was why Knight was here- and why Ross knew that if they had any chance of finding these men, without the loss of any more assets, it would be them. Keeping a cool head, thinking straight, and hitting like a bolt of lightening with the roar of thunder in the background would buy them time- this being figurative of course, for the mess they'd make on the way down.
"Shit, stay right, keep your head down. Wait for the moment, till they're open entirely." He said, almost grabbing Carl as he ducked behind a rock, letting the patrol pass as they moved with considerable pace, one yelling as they had flashlights on, paranoia setting in.
"Ready?" He asked, raising his Mk48, poking his head out of the cover, before standing, and getting a good hold. The LMG barked as he pulled the trigger, aware that this was only a six man team. Now they were making more noise, but not any more than needed. They wouldn't kill any hostages. They were still in doubt of what the fuck was going on. Distant shots could have been anything, and it was dragnetting any patrols in the valley, which worked exceptionally well. And it was why Ross was fairly confident when he accurately scattered shots into the front of the patrol, one man at the back popping off a shot at Ross's arm as he went down too, with Carl's help. Six men down, in a hail of fire. They hadn't even fought back, but it was stirring the pot. They needed to move. There was this village, and one below it, with the forest starting to form again.

Moving about 500m downhill, Ross saw the village's vague lighting through the fog, looking to Carl as he moved up by some rocks.
"I got an idea. Walking in guns blazing is an option, they won't be on full alert. They've lost a six man patrol. I don't think there's a lot more. And if there is, well, good thing we're suited up." Ross said, looking to Carl as he moved back up, chuckling under his visor as he moved through the cedar forest, to a small overlook point, quickly checking the LMG in his hands as he exhaled, aware he couldn't move any faster than a moderate jog in this. Movement meant moving fairly briskly from point A to point B, but it was worthwhile.
"I guess that whatever left has headed up now. So I think it's about due course we make an entrance." He said, nodding to him, as he clambered over the log, moving slowly as he saw a few hostiles point flashlights vaguely in the direction they came from.

Opening up, he moved down the slightly snowed slope, into the village main, taking out two contacts, aware that now, they were going loud. Firing on a cluster in the middle of a small square, he felt a few rounds richochet, as he moved down, aware that he had to maintain this pace, a relatively fast walk, and begin to clear out each structure in the village. They had to find the team, and Ross could only guess that if they found bodies or captives, either way, it wouldn't be good. Firing a hail of rounds into a man on a roof, he quickly moved up, and into a small tentment, looking around. Empty beds. Fuck.
"Search ahead, I got your back!" Ross called out over the comms, as he moved outside, into a little fire, a man on a rooftop of a shack firing with an AKM as he got tapped out by a stream of 7.62 back from Ross, the Mk48 being accurate in his hands despite it's bulk and size.

(This wasn't my greatest post, but I did what I could.)