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Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

@Bright_Ops, you still around?

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

I'm planning to introduce her during the mission, though I need to talk to Circus to work out the details.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

>implying that anything in Gallia is organised
Gallia = Belgium
They were fucked from the start.

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

Rachel has been added to the roster and I made a few tweaks to Duncan to make Artio feel less unimaginative.
So, can I have a show of hands as to who's here? Just like this post, makes for easier counting.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Fair play, all I ask is that you try. Anyways, accepted. Chuck her in the CS tab and I'll add her to the roster.

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

It took time to work the crick out his neck, but upon setting foot in his ancestral home, Duncan forgot all about the cramped taxi into the city. A deep sense of nostalgia took him as he feasted his eyes on the iconic Galbadian skyline and he took a deep breath, revelling in the dank, vaguely polluted smell of the big city. Home... of a sort. He even felt a twinge of patriotism at the sight of the steel and black Republican sigil floating high over the city on tethered blimps. No-one did pomp and ceremony quite like a Galbadian and no Galbadian did it quite like Vinzer Deling, curse the old bastard. But all the good memories in the world couldn't make up for the bad ones and Duncan knew that before this night was out, a lot of them would come back to bite him in the arse. A voice dragged him from the bittersweet nostalgia. 'Well, nothing's happening tonight so to speak, so... well, I don't see why not.' Considering where the team had been allocated lodgings for the night, he was rather keen to stay out as long as possible. He brightened considerably. 'Yeah, don't have to be there early or anything. Alright then. We'll all need to meet up at...' He trailed off as a figure walked a little too close to the group; female, young, could be anyone. Dear Jane recipient, perhaps? His eyebrows furrowed when she suddenly addressed the team. Possibly Garden trained? Another support SeeD? Fucking Corvo, throwing SeeDs at him willy nilly. Was it too much to ask to stick to those he was purposely picked for this mission? He sighed and signalled to the woman to wait for a moment as he turned to the others. 'Disperse in twos and threes. Reassemble between 2100 and 2300 at Imperial Heights, Mansion 47. The guard will ask for your ID numbers; refuse and say you're union inspectors. He'll understand.'

With that he linked his arm in with Eika's and gave the new woman a pointed look. 'Would you mind accompanying us, Miss..? I haven't been to DC since I was twelve, so I'm a bit behind on the times.' He wove the odd Garden identification phrases into his words as he spoke, just in case. By this point he was sure that the woman was either a SeeD or a Faction operative, but he couldn't let her go without being 100% certain. Duncan didn't go too far from the others as he tested the waters though, duly aware that they might recognise her where he did not; there were so many bloody young SeeDs nowadays that he had long since given up keeping track.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Private Alonso Bons, Gallian Milita

Bread - three loaves, SPAM - four tins, sardines - three tins... It had been a long and restless night for Alonso, alternating between spells of crippling self-doubt and paranoid delusions of Imperial phantoms peering through the bunkhouse windows. While others slept he had checked his equipment, recounted his supplies and poured over the mission ahead again and again. Even now as he waited for the Sergeant to return, Alonso went over it once more; it was all he could do to stave off the nerves. He wasn't afraid, or so he told himself, but this was his first proper mission. Sure, he had been there at Rinneheim, even thought he might have hit one or two Imps but... but somehow that made it worse. For the first time since that frantic retreat, his rifle was loaded with real ammunition, his uniform fully decked out with combat armour. This time it would be Gallia on the offensive, meeting the enemy on Gallian terms and yet somewhere deep inside, he still felt as though he was fleeing through the streets of Rinneheim as shells landed around him, the implacable armies of the Empire close at his heels. A wave of nausea threatened to overtake him, but the sight of two figures approaching the group temporarily wiped the fear from his mind. What the fuck is he wearing...?

Sergeant Harald, Gallian Militia

The Sergeant took a long, slow look from face to face as Kyo introduced himself to the squad, noting the varied reactions on display. In truth he sympathised with the suspicious ones; Kyo cut a pretty strange figure with his mixed armour and ridiculously oversized sword, but he could see the practicality of both. Well, the sword less than the breastplate, but if Meulemann had given the green light then who was he to argue? Besides, he reasoned mentally, in the urban combat they were likely to see in Vasel, a skilled swordsman might come in handy. Not so much as a good trenchgun maybe, but beggars couldn't be choosers. 'Alright lads, introduction's over. Plenty of time to chat on the ride north.' He cast his gaze over to the APC, smiling faintly at the prospect of using an Imperial vehicle to assault Imperial positions. 'Kyo aside, you've all been briefed on the mission ahead. Le Haye Sainte is about three hours drive north of here by the main roads, but we'll be taking the side roads to avoid forward Imperial scouts. Expect to reach the target at...' He checked his newly issued pocket watch. '... about 1300, maybe 1330. We'll rest in shifts, one driver and two sentries at all times. Sykora, Carn and, say... Bons will be our drivers. Everyone else will take turns on watch.' He roughly knew who had passed the armoured vehicle course, but at the end of the say Harald preferred to keep his scouts on the lookout, just in case. If an enemy recon team informed the main body of Imperial troops about Squad 4's movements, then they would quickly find themselves being hunted down. 'Alright then boys and girls, mount up. Carn, the driver's seat if you will.'

An hour down the road and the squad was starting to settle in. Harald had taken the first rear stag duty, standing toward the back of the open-air halftrack to keep an eye on their six. Flicking another dead cigarette butt away, he half turned to the others. 'So. People. I'd like an honest answer; now that you've all been brought up to speed on the Vasel operation and our part in it, what are your views? Any insights or opinions?' Despite knowing full well that the enlisted ranks weren't generally encouraged to debate their orders, Harald was determined to retain at least something of his old life and a big part of being a copper was gauging public opinion. Besides, he barely knew the men and women under his command despite spending a week crawling through the dirt of boot camp together, an issue he was determined to rectify.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Looks good Circus, just two things. One, could you pad out the personality section a bit and two, past tense plz.
Actually everyone; past tense only please.
But yes, otherwise looking good. Might have to introduce her mid-mission though, maybe as a stray soldier from a routed unit or something since I intend to move the squad out tonight.

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

Slight revision then; Duncan will disperse the team and set a time and place to regroup for the night. Hopefully I'll get that up today.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

/wrists
I will post, I swear. Apologies for the slow going guys, the pace will pick up again.