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Squad 914: Beyond

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@FallenTrinity

Glad to have captured it.

Squad 914: Beyond

@JinxerMy good man, I have many teabags to give you for my gratitude.

That sounds worse than intended.

Squad 914: Beyond

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A future that rests in unpredictable hands...

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World War II should've ended with the defeat of the Third Reich by the Soviet Union, and the dropping of two nuclear payloads onto Japan. That's how the world should've been left, where the course of the entire future of Earth would remain, changed forever to learn from its mistakes of mass war. However, this never happened. At least not in the way many expected.

The year is now 1948. The Third Reich and its Fuhrer have already defeated all but one single enemy. By 1942, Germany amassed a large-scale invasion of Southern England, causing a few desperate months of fighting that led to the surrender of Great Britain, now split into two halves: that of an installed German-governed area in the south, and a puppet government in the north. Before the Americans could make a move into retaking Germany, the Imperialist Japanese forces somehow sprung into action, landing thousands of troops onto several wide-spread landing zones on the West Coast of America, keeping them busy and at bay. As for now, all eyes rest on the Soviet Union, the last standing force against the Axis.

Technology has developed only for the war efforts, and the new inventions of both German and Russian war machines have excelled at an alarming rate. By late 1946, the German production line sought the first Wandertank, or 'Walking Tank', and the Russians retaliated with the first armoured bipedal unit.. Naval ships grow bigger by the day, and aircraft become faster, deadlier and larger than before. The German forces and Russian forces have clashed more than enough times to create a stalemate across the border, not too far from Moscow. With their dictator evacuated from the Capital and moved further East, the Russians hold for what seems to be a second rendition of Stalingrad, where Moscow stands on the brink of ending in a bloody siege that will drain the life out of both sides.

In a desperate attempt to both test newfound equipment and to cause a distraction across this Eastern Front, known now as the Final Front, the government conscripted those young and possibly considered fit enough to fight of both genders, hoping to create Squad 914, the 'Eksperimental'nyy otryad', experimental squad.

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So, as this idea suggests, we have a Wolfenstein-style dieselpunk environment where the gains of World War II were in the favour of Nazi Germany, Fascist Italy and Imperialist Japan. Pressed on what seems to be an unending front of bloodshed, the Russian line is split amongst two types of combat. Centralised near the Capital City of Moscow lies the large-scale field battles, where the full bulk of either side meets in the middle to reign supreme. Across the rest of the front are smaller battles, where divisions hope to break through either line to make gains the main force is unable to do.

In this Roleplay specifically, we will be taking up the roles of 'Squad 914', an experiment by Soviet officials to test out advanced equipment directly behind the lines of the enemy. This roleplay will heavily focus on the character narrations and interactions, whilst mixing occasional light combat in with it, and the rare heavy combat.

The briefed plan of stages will follow as such. Firstly, we'd split into the 'Training Arc'. Whilst this won't take too long of a time, but won't be rushed, it'll allow the characters to familiarise with the gear they wish to give their character as well as form early relationships between other characters in the tale. Secondly, we'd be thrown into the hectic, but also short in the terms of days, Battle of Moscow, where the gear would be first tested out in the brief battle played similarly like Stalingrad was. And then, the final stage would be the longest, focusing on the surviving members of the Squad being forcefully deployed behind the frontline to cause a large enough distraction that'll give the main Russian force the opportunity to charge once more.

The characters themselves would be fairly young, mostly between 17-21. Some of them would've seen combat through the main front, others may have been reserves further East in Russia, and some would've had no military experience at all. Both genders would've been recruited, and many different abilities would be given to each character. For this, I'd like everyone, with their character, to create their own experimental gear (Obviously checking with me, and other Co-GMs if they exist, first). You can get creative, as it is Dieselpunk-ish after all. A small mech-suit, grapple hooks, whatever, as long as it has a good explanation as to how it works that can be called "Plausible". This'll give a minor sci-fi aspect to the roleplay, but it will also allow you to understand your own equipment without me giving you something you know nothing about. Obviously, the equipment wouldn't of been created by the character themselves, but they will be fit to their performance.

The characters would also be split amongst a few classes, which'll define the weapons they have and suit the equipment that you create. As of now, those stand at Infantrymen, Support, Engineer, Combat Medic, Marksman and Specialist. Explanations for each role will be given when the full thread is created or if specifically asked in this interest check.

Anyhow, if you have any questions or such, please feel free to ask and criticise me. I'd rather have you ask and understand after than to not ask and feel completely dumbfounded that there's not enough explanation for you.

Attack on Titan: Somnium

@LetMeDoStuff

I'll leave it where it's at - if Grant wants to respond to Lauren that's cool although she's probably too out of it to notice much of a reaction.

@Jinxer

It'd be more of a stand-up-and-bugger-off-because-he's-in-a-pissy-mood kind of reaction. I'll have it posted within the next few days.

Attack on Titan: Somnium

@LetMeDoStuff Do it!

@Ambra

I'll do it when it's next convenient to post, unless our Medic wants to get a reaction she wants to react to herself.

Attack on Titan: Somnium

I'm yet again stuck on what to post, minus the reply to our fun medic I have to do. Might have Grant get a bit pissy with her being so helpful.

Attack on Titan: Somnium

All was quiet on the Western Front...

Attack on Titan: Somnium

@LetMeDoStuff I feel bad for Grant, that's all. D:

@Ambra

Because he's a loser, side -character and not important? Cx

Attack on Titan: Somnium

Such a sad post. ;(

@Ambra

In what way?

Attack on Titan: Somnium

Grant Hyral

@Ambra
_{Snowy Mountains}

Grant glared at Olivia as she backlashed his witty words with quotations of her own. She was one to try and challenge anytime Grant began to make some form of confidence; well, she challenged it in a friendly way. A grin slipped onto his face as he spent the last few seconds clean of snow. A projectile hurled towards him, quicker than he could react for once, and placed itself onto his face. Taken back by the impact, and because Olivia had accidentally thrown some snow with a small amount of ice in it, he slipped over and sunk into the thick snow he stood in. The coldness swept over him like a rippled wave at any of Sina's glorious fountains. It was painful, where the impact had struck him. His face had gone red from where it struck, slap-band in the middle of his left eye. The pain was aggravating, but he didn't care mostly. It was Olivia, the two were very close, surely she'd not have tried to do so on purpose.

He laid in the snow for a while, shivering away, before he sat up upon hearing the calls of others. Grant brought himself up, clutching the sides of his withering arms. A sensation of death was slowly, but surely, counter-acting against any signs of life within his body. The cheery smile he had began to drop slightly; nothing seemed to be fun anymore. Everyone had already departed, by the looks of it, for the warmth of the bonfire, whilst Grant was still stood behind, with a bruising face emerging. And from there, that was where Grant began to think...Negatively...

He'd accounted the past few months of the training sessions. Apart from Grant being heavily involved in the lessons they'd taken, he felt...Distant. Grant had never been the one to talk, or be approached and talked to. Sure, he wasn't a full-on social outcast to the team, but his communication was limited, and usually left to small-talk. Yet, even though Grant accepted this as his fate, he hated it. Grant loathed behind left aside, and was sure that his own actions were the main influence for his outcasting. Everything he did, it only affected himself. There was a lust for change, an ability to become one with the people around him, but the only person he'd managed to maintain more than small-talk with was Gabriel. Gabriel and Grant's relationship had become stronger, hopefully developing closer to a brotherhood-like connection. But as for anyone else, he was just an empty space in the story being filled. The only times he'd talked to Mora was when someone else brought her into his own conversation. Lauren barely uttered words to him. Olivia, though still one of Grant's greater friends, had the advantage of talking to everyone, which he felt was leaving him behind slightly. Sano had never directly spoken to Grant. Jade had only had a few conversations with him, but the two were awkward in talking to one another after Grant revealed his identity to her. Tanner and Reese were also a few names to put forward to those he didn't speak to. And as for the rest, they followed the trend.

A heavy and dark mumble seeped from his iced and bruised lips. Maybe it was the fact he was hit with ice that he was thinking so negatively. It was either that, or it was a revelation. Grant was only a small-part to the big story that everyone else was living. And from that, he wished Mateo was here to give him comfort...Or that Luca were still alive.

Before he made his way to the bonfire, where a few laughs and conversations could be heard, he made headway for the cabin, where he rummaged around for a couple of minutes. By talking some black chalk from the soldier's note pads, and by taking a small amount of paper left lying around inside, Grant finally made his way back outside.

Glorious in its size, the Bonfire lit up a warm sensation in his mind, but he still felt at unease from the thoughts scavenging the happiness in his mind. Everything had been going downhill since he first joined the Cadets. It was only a matter of time before he'd wither and die trying to be something, not only in the Military, but in life. He looked around, seeing Olivia closely sitting by Reese, forcing him to take a heavy sigh to himself. Upon seeing the groups of people, he spied the nearest gap in seating areas. It would be better, as he thought, to remain quiet as per usual. There's no point in making it awkward for anyone else.

As his backside finally rested somewhere that wasn't in the snow after being pelted in the face, Grant whipped out the paper and black chalk and began to sketch to himself. Every now and then, his head would pop up, to look around from his perspective. The sketch wasn't amazing, as you'd expect from Grant, but he was making quite the performance. His sketch was beginning to take shape after a while, clearly being a view from his perspective of the fire and seating around him, the fire being a central focus of swirls and twists. And to the surprise of everyone else, after being indulged in his own creation, he began to sing, in a comedic and improvised way, quietly. The tone being moderately smooth, yet low to match his voice.

"Oh, there's a place I know,
Where a tall man sits in snow,
Around the loving warmth of the fire.

With Schulz up his arse,
He begged `How long will it last?`
As he longed ahead for unachievable desires.

`I'm freezing my bloody arse off,
Can I just get some food to scoff?`
He wondered how long this will last.

Oh, there's a place I know,
Where a tall man sits in snow.
I wonder if he will ever last."

Mateo Julius

_{Unknown Location}

A group of men and women stood around one another, listening to a bearded man bark orders out. Amongst them, finally back in uniform, stood the Lance Corporal himself, Mateo. The room was filled with heated debates over formation changes and other directional desires for the next and upcoming expedition. It was all the usual from the NCO team of the localised Squads to debate topics like this. Mateo, being an NCO and commanding officer of Squad 19, had to attend as per usual, but his opinion on the matters were rarely discussed. There was a reputation for everyone, and Mateo was viewed as someone who'd make mistakes. It was always linked back to the 'Rhynestelf' incident, where everything had gone wrong in the past.

Despite this, they knew he was a skilled soldier, a talented individual with a compassion for his own soldiers, but even with that in mind the he was sometimes looked down upon. But Mateo was used to it, it was all part of the package of being reinstated in the Survey Corps. With the tensions humanity were facing, what other outcome would there be? Either way, it didn't hinder his service to humanity, as his promotion had stated.

The meeting was planning out Expeditions for at least the next 4 years. It was quite the step to take, but Mateo felt that the planning ahead would be a good call. That is if they were able to actually survive that long. It had been a few years since Shiganshina fell, and they were still trying to make their gains in taking it back. The world was not on their side, but either way, the Scouting Legion kept their wits about them and powered onwards. They fought for their families. Mateo fought for Grant, and the redemption of Luca.