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Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Alright, who wants to join Evan on a mission back to base?

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If no-one else volunteers, help yourself to Bons. I'll start advertising for more recruits soon.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Sergeant Harald, Gallian Militia

Despite his plan to police the bodies the next day, something in Glaive's tone gave Harald pause. '... I won't order you to do it tonight, it's something we can do in the morning, give them a proper burial. But if you want to do it now, I won't stop you. Just make sure you get some rest too, Private.' Glaive was a bit of a mystery, he thought later on, sitting alone in the attic. She didn't act like anyone he had ever met and didn't talk enough for him to gauge her personality. Pretty much all he had to go on was her service record, which contained glowing reports from her trainers but little else... Certainly no personal details. Maybe she wasn't Gallian? Expat Imperials were pretty common, as were Federals. A voice interrupted his musing, which turned out to be Durandal. 'Hey, take it easy Private...' She staggered about as if drunk, setting off alarm bells in the back of Harald's mind. He wasn't a trained first aider, but knew his way around injuries. Whatever she had done, Durandal could be at risk of further injury if she wasn't careful. He slid down the attic ladder and reached out just in time to stop her falling. 'Hey, look at me. My eyes, here.' Unfocussed, slow moving... shit. Probably some kind of head trauma, really not his area of expertise. He walked her over to an armchair, setting her down gently. 'Durandal? Come on, talk to me. Where does it hurt?' He knelt down before her and reached for his ragnaid, unsure of whether it would do any good.

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

Apologies for the many clichés used in that post, but we've got serious plot to do.
Alright then.
We are gonna lose this fight, no questions. We are all going down and we're all gonna get captured. But that don't mean you've gotta go quietly. Go nuts with your fighting posts, just remember to lose.
Eventually.

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

Rachel was the first to arrive and give voice to Duncan's suspicions. 'I hope you're wrong but as it stands, looks like we've run afoul of one Machiavellian cunt.' He sighed exhaustedly and slid the plans over for Rachel's perusal. 'We've got contingencies for this sorta thing, but it's still a blow.' Soon after the other began trickling in, Hector and co in typically bombastic style. Duncan bit back a snarky remark over the outfit, treating them to a droll grimace instead. '... Pretty fucking fucked my man.', he replied to Jericho. 'But not as fucked as your arm. Just let him do his work, I need you at 100%.' Kein rounded on the wounded SeeD, gesturing irritably. 'See? Just lemme see, I ain't gonna tear it off...' Once everyone was in the room, Duncan stood and cleared his throat. Naturally, Xerox cut him off.

Honestly Duncan didn't really consider a walking mascot to be a good source of intelligence, but Rue had proven annoyingly competent so far. '"Not long", eh? Well I dunno. Could be anything, but the timing's certainly suspicious... It goes without saying that we've stepped in shit that neither Garden Intel nor the Faction saw coming. I'll be blunt; I haven't got a bloody clue what's going on.' He waved toward the contingency plans being passed around. 'But I know what we're gonna do; get the hell outta dodge. As per the contingency plans so thoughtfully provided by Corvo, we'll be exfilling to Timber via a pair of trucks stashed outside the city and from there, airlifted back to Garden.' He couldn't help but marvel at the detail that Corvo had gone into, the sheer number of extraction vectors he had planned. Hell, they could have gone by sub if they really wanted to. 'But before we can do that, we leave the city. That's where things get awkward. We can eithe-' A series of explosions suddenly rocked the building, throwing them all to the floor. 'What the fuck was that!?'

---

'Sir, I've got loads of contacts on the sensors... Biorhythms, electrical pulses, hundreds of 'em.' The officer leaned over, frowning. 'No, that can't be right... Is it the mob dispersing?' But there was no way that could be the cause. Hundreds of contacts were swarming toward the mansion from all sides, an eclectic mix of soldiers, mechs and civilians. He switched to the live camera feeds. The streets thronged with screaming humanity, all enraged, all heading... '... this way... Alert the Marshal. Get the guards out, now, move, fucking mo-' An explosion rocked the building as a precision missile strike destroyed the control tower. Out on the road front, a mech crashed through the gate and the enraged horde poured in.

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'Duncan! Duncan, get up boy!' Hauled to his feet, Duncan blinked in utter bewilderment as his father thrust a rifle into his hands. 'The hell's going on?' Constantine didn't answer, pointing instead out the window, where utter chaos reigned. 'Holy fuck buddies... Alright, alright, the hell do we do? Guys, ideas please? Anything?' Nothing had prepared him for this. The gardens were rapidly turning into a battlefield as the mansions automated defences and his father's soldiers engaged the attacking mob. Here and there, massive mechs dove through to wreak havoc on the defenders. 'Son, you can't stay here. Take your team to the roof, use my personal airship and get out of the city. We will hold them here.' For a long second Duncan stared at his father, shocked that he would even consider sacrificing himself for his progeny. '... Thank you, but priorities. Syrus! Take Eika and the Faction girl, get on that airship and get 'em home.' The redhead spluttered an objection, but was cut off. 'Look kid, I'm trusting you here. Get her home in one piece, or I'll fucking flay you alive. Capice?' An angry retort died in Syrus' throat when he recognised the edge of pleading in Duncan's voice and he nodded curtly. 'Don't worry man, we'll be fine. Just don't do anything stupid, alright?'

There was no reply. Instead Duncan turned to the rest of the team and took a deep, bracing breath. 'Ladies and gentlemen, we are well and truly fucked now.' Another explosion, closer this time, served to emphasise the point. 'So here's what we're gonna do. We go out there and cut a path right through 'em. Keep heading north in small groups.' Despite his calm voice, he was quaking. No SeeD, no matter how powerful could hope to stand up to these kind of odds. 'Break out of the city, regroup at the Timber safehouse. If someone doesn't turn up after three days, assume the worst and head home to report.' Duncan paused to spark up a cigarette, keenly aware that it might be his last. '... Any questions?'

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

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Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Sergeant Harald, Gallian Militia

'Cheap shot, Private...', Harald growled, uncomfortably aware that Carn had a point. True, the Sergeant had served in a few skirmishes before the war broke out, but he was hardly a battle-hardened vet. He reminded himself of the need for strong leadership, made even more important by his heritage; authoritarianism wasn't in his nature though, so he had to compromise. 'But whatever. Cheer up, old man. You're gonna save a man's life tonight.' He trudged over to Kyo's unconscious form, tended to by a wide-eyed Bons. 'You and one of the others will take Kyo back to Fort Breda, drop him off at the field hospital.' Not a difficult job by any means, but it would mean that those going would have to forfeit a night's sleep. 'Then load up on ammo, come back. And pick up any strays you see around the base, any recruits not assigned yet. The Captain would approve, I think.' The sergeant flicked away another dead cigarette butt, gave Carn a sidelong look. '... and have a hot meal while you're there. Pick your partner and go ASAP.'

Five minutes later once the APC had trundled off, Harald climbed atop one of the ruined buildings to get his bearings. The others had busied themselves with their weapons and equipment as well as tending to Sykora and Jatmoore. He checked his watch; 0324. Cold too. 'Alright kids,', he wheezed into his radio. 'Let's set up for the night.' He waved them over to one of the intact houses and helped move the wounded inside. Luckily the house hadn't been looted, so they were able to lay the injured girls in proper beds while the rest of them made do with armchairs and blankets. Despite the odd bullet hole through the windows, it was surprisingly warm. 'I'll take first watch. Go to sleep people, you did well. 0730 start tomorrow.' With that he climbed up into the attic to take up post on the highest window. Harald once again rolled a cigarette, finally alone with his doubts.

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Sergeant Harald, Gallian Militia

Only when Harald had time to sit down and take stock did he realise how very dark it was. Granted, they had started the attack in the early hours and it wasn't getting light any time soon, but still... Perhaps half the reason they took the hamlet was sheer surprise. But that hadn't stopped them taking casualties, he noted grimly. Minor cuts and scrapes, even major injuries like Jatmoore's could be dealt with with enough ragnaid and Kyo would probably be fine if he reached a field hospital within the day. It was a marvel that no-one had died to be honest... In fact, two seriously wounded versus a whole Imp squad and tank..? Hell, that's gotta be a record for a first action. Harald was slowly talking himself into feeling good about their victory, at least until Carn stomped over to ruin the mood. 'Oh, shut the fuck up Carn.', he growled irritably. 'It was straight forward and we won, alright?' He sparked up another cigarette and waved a vague hand over to the wrecked tank. 'We assaulted a fortified position, held by an enemy who outnumbered us, were better trained than us and had a Valkdamned tank that we didn't even know about. And we won.' He pulled himself upright, nodding to Jatmoore and Kyo. 'These two? Totally survivable injuries. No casualties on our side. But look over there! Is that a pile of dead Imps I see? Massacred while running away, were they?' His eyebrows arched sarcastically. 'Well, damn! Looks like this was a disaster for the Militia, eh? Two stubbed toes and sprained ankle! Might as well fucking surrender now.' The Sergeant's tone suddenly turned very harsh. 'Man the fuck up, Private. This is war. Today we killed at least ten of them and lost none of ours. That's called a fucking victory and we ain't getting another so clean.' He glared into Carn's eyes, his patience with the mechanic's shit well and truly gone. 'Now once you've calmed down, I've got a job for ya.'

SAO: Living in Aincrad

Disclaimer: Don't take any Russian phrases Pyotr says as being real Russian. It's from Google translate after all.

SAO: Living in Aincrad

Pyotr

She smiled wryly as she produced the spear in question, balancing the need to look completely trusting of Jax as a potential customer and being ready to tackle him should he try to run. It wasn't easy. 'It's a pretty good spear actually, not that I've used them so far. Average DPS is roughly the same as my two-hander, but it's got some reach on it.' Pyotr's smile remained as she kept an eagle-eyed watch on Jax as he examined the item. Annoying though it was to admit it, Umichi had a point. Her little nameplate only put a moral restriction on perspective buyers; in order to get any real protection, she would have to invest in said mat. Would have been easier if she knew where to buy one though...

It was about then that two things happened concurrently. First off Pyotr felt a cold shiver run down her spine, like someone had pranced inanely across her grave. Secondly, someone started kicking off outside, which Umichi took as an invitation to join in. 'Oh, just leave them be man... They're probably just drunks having a punch-up.' Even as she said it, Pyotr knew that probably wasn't the case. She wouldn't have put it past Kayaba to add events to the game, such as, as a totally objective example, a village being attacked by a horde of rabid mobs. If that were the case, then it had bad implications for the use of towns as safe haven... She turned to the others who hadn't rushed outside. '... I guess we should have a look? Never know, might be someone giving out free beer or something.' She chuckled darkly, stood up. 'Ya dolzhna byt' nastol'ko povezlo...'

Pyotr's Russian Translation Corner

Ya dolzhna byt' nastol'ko povezlo = I should be so lucky

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

Once everyone's turned up, we'll move on. Failing that, I'll post on Friday.