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Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

That's the plan. At the moment Harald's offering to pay for food at the local NAAFI, but other than that it's open season to do whatever you like, within reason.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Next step is a bit of downtime for the squad, a chance for them to actually get to know one another. After a day or so IC, they will be issued their first real orders. Well, compared to some of the other RPS I've tried to start...

Final Fantasy VIII: Tempus Veneficarum [7/10 Slots]

This mission will be pretty quick, just a few rounds of posts.

Final Fantasy VIII: Tempus Veneficarum [7/10 Slots]

While he would be the first to admit his ignorance of female body language, Duncan picked up on Yoko's attitude quickly, though he had no way of chastising her without dropping appearances. Privately determining to have a quiet chat with the girl later, he gave Mei a professional but friendly smile, prompting her and her companion to continue. Duncan pointedly ignored Gracelyn's sarcastic entrance, aware that he probably deserved the sass for sending them out on such a daft errand to begin with. When the contacts finally began their debrief he lit a cigarette, taking long slow drags as he analysed what was being said. No new data for SeeD of course, but the important thing wasn't what was said but how. Garden didn't yet fully trust the Faction given it's history with Galbadia, but this contract was simply too lucrative to let go; it would be up to Duncan and his team on the ground to decide just how to handle them. Mei didn't seem to be lying at any point, nor withholding any information; perhaps the Faction didn't have access to the same amount of intel as SeeD? Or was the girl just so low on the totem pole that the higher ups didn't give her all the information? it was hard to be sure, but he suspected that Mei herself was clean; time would tell whether the Faction itself was too. 'That, my good Jericho, is where we come in.' Duncan stepped forward with Yoko, giving the contacts a polite nod as he took centre stage. 'Garden intelligence has identified him as one Major Wiggs of the Presidential Guard. His record is covered in red tape but reading between the lines, it looks like he's spent time in the special forces and even served as Deling's bodyguard for a time.' Stepping forward to place a holographic display on the table, Yoko couldn't help but smirk at how much better organised SeeD was looking so far; the Faction certainly had money, but it was sorely lacking in information and professionalism. The hologram sparked to life a few seconds later, revealing a middle aged man in a dress officer's uniform. Walking around the table slowly, Yoko pointed to a number of annotations on the hologram. 'Major Wiggs is a savant when it comes to CQB, but otherwise his mind is, shall we say, lacking. Interestingly, before he joined the Presidential Guard he was a promising officer with high marks at both the academy and university. It is unknown whether his mental regression is psychological in nature or if the Guards receive some kind of mental conditioning. In either eventuality, he will not go down easily.' The two of them soon settled down to explain the next day's plan, dismissing the team some hours later once all the details had been thrashed out. As the team dispersed, Duncan called Mei's companion to one side. 'I had some accommodation prepared for you, but I'm afraid we only expected one contact.' He gave the young man an apologetic smile. 'I'd nick the bed first if I were you.'

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'All teams, report in. From his vantage point atop one of the garrison's many guard towers, Duncan swept his rifle across the parade square to get a feel for the area. Patrols were light and the lookout had been asleep when the SeeD had scaled the tower to slit his throat. Clearly the Galbadian Army had grown lazy after almost twenty years of occupying Timber; indeed while there were rumoured to be many resistance groups in the city, there hadn't been a single attack in almost a decade. Whether that was the work of Galbadian spooks or ineptitude on the rebels' part was unclear. 'Kein here, I'm in position by the carpool.' Duncan cast an eye over to the left, where Kein and two others were poised to steal a getaway truck; only a handful of the team would egress that way but since they would be taking the target with them, it was a high priority task. 'Good man. Keep alert, I see two patrols in your area.' For once the plan was stupidly simple; kick down the front door, slaughter the garrison and kidnap the officer. Kein's team would drive Wiggs out of the city, then make their way back to the safehouse via the sewer system; by the time the target reached SeeD's ahdoc holding cell, the rest of the team would be clinking glasses for a job well done. The other two teams would soon be in position too; both the front and rear entrances of the main garrison building would need to be breached at the same time, while Duncan provided sniper support and mission control from outside. A textbook snatch and grab, SeeD style. He waited patiently for the others to report in.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

It took three months, but we have officially left Rinneheim XD

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

'Sir, we're running out of time! He'll get awa-' Bons' plaintive voice was cut short by the distinctly warped sound of ragnoline going up; a barrel the officer had been using as an adhoc table had combusted and Meulemann wasn't entirely convince that he hadn't heard shots fired. From their vantage point a hundred metres away, he could see the remaining soldiers scatter in confusion, convinced that they were under attack. The Valkyria must have answered his prayer, leading another Gallian team to the same objective as himself; in that case, he had a duty to assist his mysterious comrades. 'Ten rounds, rapid fire.' The four soldiers opened up at the same time with two semi-automatic rifles and two sniper rifles raining death upon the remaining Imperials. As the enemy dropped like flies and melted back into the buildings surrounding the CP, Meulemann cast his gaze in the direction the remaining tank was firing, spotting a pair of blue figures sprinting haphazardly down an alley; must have been their mystery allies. One stumbled into an Imperial soldier, leaving the Captain seconds to line up a shot. Tarquin allowed himself a moment of grim satisfaction as the soldier's head exploded in a pink mist, before tracking back up the alley behind him to put fire on his squadmates. By the time he ran out of targets the other Gallian troops were well out of sight, leaving him with a lone Imperial tank shelling every possible sniper nest. He would have stayed in the hopes of getting a lucky shot, but soon found himself dragged to his feet and hauled from the wrecked house by Krauss and Varrot, with Bons leading the way northward to Squad Four's rendezvous point.

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It was hard to hide his childish grin as Harald claimed the radio kit before him. As the others policed the bodies of the artillery spotting team, he went to work on their maps and binoculars; they would only get one, maybe two salvos before Imperial command figured out what was going on, so he had to make it count. 'Monitor Four here, heavy fire support needed at... grid reference five seven four by three three nine, fire for effect.' Thank the Valks that he had taken the time to listen before cutting the team down or else they'd be lost for what to say. After a long moment, the radio crackled. 'Confirmed Four, sending in three, two, one... Ordinance sent.' The three of them paused, listening for the telltale shriek of incoming Imperial rockets... it didn't take long. The way the missiles arced high up into the sky on a trail of silver would be beautiful if he didn't know how bad life was about to get for those at ground zero. Four dozen rockets landed across a kilometre square of the inner city, vaporising entire streets with the unquenchable fires of pure ragnopalm. Harald tried to take solace from the knowledge that sacrificing half of Darktown had wiped out a company of enemy armour, but even empty, the place was like a part of his soul. It hurt to leave it, let alone see it burn to cinders. The radio crackled again, the clipped voice of the unaware artillery officer coming through. What would the poor barstard think when he realised what he just did..? 'Monitor Four, I've got reports of Gallian troops in your area; assess damage to target, then withdraw, over.' Toying for a moment with the idea of giving another set of coordinates, Harald abandoned the idea; too risky. If the officer realised his error he could just as easily drop those missiles on Harald's own position. Behind him the others had started up their stolen APC, draping a spare blue shirt over the Imperial insignia as a token attempt at an analogue IFF. The three of them drove off at speed, leaving the radio squawking the increasingly worried voice of the Imperial officer. It was getting dark by the time the last of Squad Four reached the rally point at the northern grain silo. The Sergeant had set a tight perimeter around the building, guarding every avenue of approach; when Meulemann and the rest of the squad arrived, they were greeted first by suspicious pickets and raised guns. It didn't help that two of their number were from other squads; Bons, last survivor of Squad One and Private Dresner from Nine. Once everyone was assembled, the Captain called them all together at the squad's stolen APC. 'Well... Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Let's see, we have... eleven souls. Eleven from one hundred and twenty... I pray that others were able to effect a retreat as we were.' Meulemann paused for a moment, a deep weariness showing through his otherwise stern countenance. '... We must reach Fort Breda before noon tomorrow. The rest of the regiment will be massing there for deployment and it would not do for my company not to be present, even in our... current state. I... I must rest. Sergeant, please take over...' The Captain turned away uneasily, before settling down inside the APC to sleep. His actions confused Harald for a moment, until he realised that Meulemann must have been in his fifties at least; with all the minor injuries he had suffered and the stress of the day, it was a wonder the old man was still on his feet. 'Well.' Harald cleared his throat, getting back to the task at hand. 'There's enough space in the APC for all of us, so nine will rest while one drives with one on watch. I'll take first watch, Sykora you're driving. We'll switch out after three hours. Questions? Good. Get some rest, I think we're going to need it.'

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0430 March 22nd 1935 EC Fort Breda, Seven miles south of Randgriz, Gallia The APC finally trundled into Fort Breda in the early hours of the morning, flanked on both sides by Gallian troops and escorted directly to the command area. The Captain was the first to dismount and meet the delegation awaiting them, all high-ranking officers and their attendants. The Sergeant watched from a distance as Meulemann saluted crisply and was marched into the command tent; from the other officer's body language it was clear that they were the first survivors to reach the camp. With the officers doing the important bits and the escort wandering off, he took it as meaning that he and his men were dismissed. After interrogating a stray soldier about the camp, he roused the remaining sleepers back in the APC and he gave them all a tired but genuine smile. 'Well, we made it. Captain's dealing with the paperwork so I think we're stood down for the moment. Come with me, all of you; the mess isn't open, but there's a NAAFI over there. My treat.'

ALFheim Online: Stuck in Limbo

I have a number of other RPs to post for today, so I'll skip my place in the adhoc order for the moment. I'll post after the boss is dead if that's alright; imagine Fuyuko taking 5 for a smoke.

Persona - The True Self

So tempting

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

This evening's post will round everyone up to the north in the APC, then it's northward to Randgriz. Finally XD

Final Fantasy VIII: Tempus Veneficarum [7/10 Slots]

There shall be one last post this evening, in which we'll skip to the next day just before the team leaves for the mission.